#thank you for all the info! got any recipes?

[edgeray]

Hi child :]

What about arle cooking for reader?

I think she can’t cook it’s hilarious but I’d love to see what you come up with if you decide to write it<3

Onions Are Her Weakness

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Hi momma!!! I've been looking forward to this one, but I do my requests based on chronological order. Finally got to this one! Was waiting to write some crack :D Reader is gonna be gender neutral. I was so excited about writing about how arle can't cook, i forgot about the prompt and decided to have reader teach arle how to cook. hopefully this is okay  Content warnings / info - author attempts to be funny, author pretends that they know how to cook

Despite Arlecchino's best efforts, it had come to her beloved's attention that Arlecchino did not have much cooking experience. Like the loving partner that you are, you aim to correct that. After all, cooking is an essential life-skill that even children need to learn. How Arlecchino has yet to learn, you're not certain, but you suppose better now then never for Arlecchino. 

For your sanity, maybe never was better. 

Your husband is, archons bless her, talented in a number of fields. But archon, you will never allow her to set foot in the kitchen again.

It was clear that Arlecchino didn't just not have cooking experience, but she didn't have any experience, period. Neither did she have any cooking intuition, or the bare necessity, common sense. With how abysmal her skills are, you no longer find her fondness of raw meat all that surprising. 

For the day, you banned the kitchen from the rest of the House of the Hearth; it was reserved for you and Arlecchino only. 

You first started off with Fontainian Onion Soup. Easy enough, you naively thought. 

“Okay, Arlecchino. First step is to ‘peel and thinly slice onions from–” You begin reading out, but before you can finish the instructions, a flash of black and red flies past your sight and then a crisp, wet, crunch that makes you cringe. You glance up from the book and to your utter horror, a gruesome murder scene lies in front of you on the cutting board.

You couldn't fathom what the onions did to deserve such a fate. Instead of the thinly sliced peel you're supposed to see suggested by the book, there is the sick, disgusting scene of the maimed remains of the once fresh onions. It’s like the onions are crying for death after that assault. Arlecchino stands besides you, unaware of the atrocity she commited on your counter. The knife next to you remains untouched.

“Arlecchino,” you say, as composed as one can be, though you already feel like you're about to cry–and it's not because of the onions. “You're supposed to use the knife to cut.”

Arlecchino looks at her claws for a beat of silence. “Thank you for the clarification, my love.” 

She awkwardly picks up the knife, as if never having picked up a cooking tool before. Her entire fists grips around the handle, as if she continues to torture the already tormented onions. You set aside the mangled onions, and place the unharmed ones in front of her.

“Don't hold it like you're going to stab them,” you sigh, correcting her finger placement so that she was properly holding the knife. The poor onions had enough, you think to yourself. Your husband seems confused, but adjusts to the new position. 

You raise the book to her eye level, pointing at the picture. “Okay, it's supposed to look like this. Cut it like that, yeah?” 

Arlecchino nods, and attempts her best. Though not proportional, at least the cuts were straight. Improvement, right? The process is slow, her fingers keep returning to a stabbing position before you correct her again, reminding her that the onions do not feel pain. 

Finally, she has sliced the last one, as terrible looking as all the others, but you give her some slack. You glance up at her expression, wanting to see how she felt now that she had completed the first step of the recipe. 

Her face is wet. More specifically. She's crying.

“Arlecchino. You're crying.”

Arlecchino hastily wipes her eyes with her sleeves. “No, I am not.” 

“Yes, you are.”

“Crying is a display of weakness.”

“So onions are your weakness?”

You don't stop cackling for a good while, imagining how the Knave, the Fourth Fatui Harbinger, being defeated by cut onions. Maybe the next time Arlecchino decides to have a duel with her children, you'll inform them to bring some onions and chuck them at her. 

“You speak of this to no one.”

Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet would benefit from this information. No, even better, this can act as blackmail. Oh, you need to engrain this into your mind. “Of course.” 

You decide that you can't trust her enough to mince the garlic cloves. 

The next step was caramelizing the onions in the pan. 

“Arlecchino.”

“Yes?”

“What is the color of caramel?” 

“It is brown, why do you ask?” 

“Look at your onions, and tell me what color they are.”

Arlecchino looks down at the pan in her hand. She frowns. “They appear black.” 

“And why is that?”

“Perhaps they are cursed like I am.” 

“Arlecchino, no–”

You drag Arlecchino to the nearest market for more onions as a punishment for wasting your hard-earned money. Once you've returned, you impel her to cut and cook the onions again.

“Stir occasionally, okay? Don’t forget the oil and butter.” 

This time, the onions aren’t turned to ashes, and you think, maybe Arlecchino isn't so hopeless. The next few steps are just adding the rest of the ingredients for the soup, and you make sure that even she can't mess that up. Wine, then the stock and herbs, and you get something that vaguely reminds you of puke. 

Next comes the Fontainian bread. Nice crispy, cheesy bread is great with soap. This is the last step. Baking is easy. Just put things in the oven, and it'll be done.

“Take a pinch of the cheese and sprinkle it on the bread–no, Arlecchiono, that is not a pinch, that is a handful and a half. Put that back.” 

“But you like cheese.”

“I like my bread with cheese, not cheese with bread.” 

“They are the same thing.” 

“No, one is bread with cheese, and one is a mountain of cheese suffocating the bread as if it was demanding its money back. I like being able to taste bread.” 

Arlecchino pauses, likely confused by your comparison. “But you like cheese,” she repeats again, so sweet and so, oh confused. Archons, she's pouting. 

“Arlecchino. I don't need this much cheese,” you quietly confess. “Put it back.” 

“But–”

“Arlecchino, I love you, and I will always ask you to get me a fistful of shredded cheese when I want to. But it is not now. Put it back.” 

Sometimes, you wonder how this woman, this beautiful, sexy, hot woman of your husband was a Snezynayan diplomat. This is one of those times.

“Why do we have to wait for this long, when I can just use my vision?” 

“Because you will burn them, now can you please set down the tray so we don't char our bread. The bakeries are already closed, and burnt bread does not taste good.”

Arlecchino sighs and places down the cheesy breads, sparing them from their painful fate.

“I'm sure charred bread tastes acceptable. Charred meat has excellent flavor.”

That explains so many things and it makes you want to cry.  

After the bread is toasted, without the assistance of Arlecchino, you serve her the homemade soup and bread, the creation taking from noon to evening. Although you're starving, watching your husband’s eyes light up upon eating her creation makes all the hair pulling and teeth gritting moments worth it. In these moments, you forget that this hopeless, loving husband was anything but just that; not the Knave, not the Fourth Harbinger, just yours. You can forgive her for the slaughtered onions and the nearly burnt bread if it meant more domestic moments like these. 

In the middle of her meal, however, she stops and comments something.

“This would benefit from raw beef.”

You don't have the strength in you to deny her otherwise.  

[aureatchi]

˚୨୧ ｡ ˚ IT WAS A NIGHT TO REMEMBER . — osamu dazai

⟢ SYNOPSIS. after a long week of work, you and your best friend retreat to a bar to distract yourself from your responsibilities. however, you find it unfulfilling and decide you need to just go home. as you head out the door, you bump into someone more than familiar.

a/n. it’s the way i immediately thought of him when i first heard this song. <3

info. fem!reader. exes to lovers!au. we have the full recipe…fluff; light angst; gets really sugg. mentions of drinking; scars. your best friend hates dazai. hc dazai doesn’t bandage his tummy. (ᗒᗜᗕ) ﾉ wc. 3.6k

“It’s just a lot.”

You just finished the final shift of your job for the week, and you were more than exhausted and burnt out. You had called your best friend immediately after to get some comfort, and despite how busy she was, she agreed to meet you for some drinks and listen to you rant.

“My coworker’s getting on my last nerve,” you continued venting. You had already told her about select crappy people you had to interact with during the day and then your boss, who regarded you with no empathy whatsoever. “Today’s already been bad enough, and then she decides to just pile more stress on me.”

You swished the ice around your emptied glass, creating clanking sounds while coating the cup in water.

“Maybe you should just quit,” your friend replied, taking a sip out of her glass. “I would’ve been long gone if I had to deal with annoying people all around, nine to five.”

She looked up at you. “Besides, you’re well off anyway. I don’t see why you’re working. Are you…trying to distract yourself?”

You sighed. She knew you too well.

“Love, don’t tell me you’re still hung up over—“

“It’s not what you think,” you cut her off, yet you avoided eye contact. It was easier to lie that way. “I just feel I’d have too much free time on my hands. I’m not sure what I’d do with it.”

You let out a dry chuckle. That wasn’t wholly false in itself, either. At your age, everyone had their own things going on—your best friend being an example. Therefore, you couldn’t find much time to go out with any of your friends, and you weren’t interested in meeting new people either.

You could blame your job. Perhaps the ones you meet every day put a sour taste on your tongue, making you lose any desire to interact with strangers. You could blame your exhaustion. Or…

“Honestly, I think that calls for someone new in your life,” your friend replied. “That’ll surely cure your boredom.”

“No thanks. I don’t feel like dating anyone right now.”

“I’m just kidding,” she laughed. “But it’d help you feel less lonely, no?”

“…you didn’t believe my answer to your earlier question, huh?”

“No. Of course not.”

It had been over five months since you broke up with your boyfriend. You tried seeing people after that, but in truth, you were only using them to try to move on.

Once you realized that it wasn’t working and it wasn’t fair for others to play with feelings, you decided to take on a new job on the other side of the city so you’d still get out of your house and have a change of scene.

“…But you know what? Screw him. I will keep saying again and again, I hate that man. Suicidal maniac. I know it’s hard, but you’re too hot to keep dwelling on this. You need to learn to move o—”

Your friend’s phone suddenly buzzed, interrupting her little lecture.

She picked it up, and you waited for her to finish speaking.

“I’m sorry, I think I got to go. I left my boyfriend with my cat, and he just told me he lost her already…” she shook her head. “Have you gotten out everything you wanted to say?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you replied. “I think I’ll go home soon, too. Not really feeling it.”

She stood up, handing you a bill with a smile. “Drinks on me tonight. Don’t complain—I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer. And we didn’t order much anyway.”

“That’s okay; I appreciate you coming to listen to me anyway,” you replied.

“The offer is still open, by the way! If you want to find someone, I’ll schedule a date by this weekend.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Thanks.”

…

You only had one more drink before you decided to leave, still mostly sober—you figured it’d just be best if you’d take care of yourself at home.

Another thing your job was also distracting you from was witnessing all the relationships around you. Your friend had to go home for her boyfriend. You noticed a few couples at the bar you were at. You’d probably see more when you walked outside.

Not that you minded, is what you tried to tell yourself every single time. You didn’t have to be with someone. It’s okay to have a break.

But was it okay to still have a particular person at the back of your head all the time?

You stood up, leaving the bill and tip for your bartender before you walked toward the door. Opening it caused the bell attached to it to jingle. You were greeted by a cool, night breeze—and someone’s torso.

“O-Oh, sorry,” you replied, too tired to even catch the face of the person you bumped into.

But you had no choice when the man didn’t move out of the doorframe to walk in or allow you to pass.

So, when you met the almost-surprised, caramel-kissed eyes on a face framed with dark brown bangs and wavy hair, you felt your heart plunge into your stomach.

You whispered his name—almost scared to say it, the syllables feeling foreign from not having spoken it aloud for months.

“…Osamu.”

He was halfway through saying your name when you dashed for the exit, shoving him aside and speed-walking out.

“Wait! Bel—“ he caught himself and shouted your name once more.

You started walking down the parking lot, unsure of where you were trying to go, except away—away from Dazai. You had forgotten this bar was in the heart of the city. You didn’t know Dazai came to this one, but you knew his work was somewhere close.

“Hey!” you felt a breeze behind your back, and then a hand gently land on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

“What…why are you following me?”

You turned around, getting your second full view of your ex for the night.

His hair was a bit longer. He still had those bandages on his neck—did he bother to change them out recently? His scent was as still as you remembered—grassy and toasty, a resemblance to green tea.

“I’m not sure why I’d leave a girl I know to walk alone at night,” he shrugged. “It’s dangerous!”

You continued walking, not responding to his reply.

“Where are we going?”

“Who’s we?”

“Aw, that was really rude.”

You ignored Dazai, making sure your stroll stayed a few feet in front of him.

You then entered a park, him trailing behind you.

“Why were you at the bar alone?”

“That’s none of your business.” You walked down the path, trees casting dark shadows onto the grass under the moon’s light.

“…And I wasn’t alone the entire time. I was with a friend, but she left to attend something.”

Dazai nodded, trying to catch up to your face. You immediately gave him more than enough space when he reached you, not wanting any invasion of your personal space.

“But you usually don’t drink unless you’re either celebrating or stressed,” he said. “And from what I’ve seen, it looks like the latter.”

You stopped again. “Again, it’s none of your business. Maybe you should focus on yours. You go and drink tons when you’re stressed, too.”

“Hey, I’ve actually gotten better at that…”

“You still ended up at a bar midweek.”

“But I didn’t even go in, no? I’m with you at a park right now.”

You were silent once again. But now you couldn’t complain that he was following you.

Why do I care if he drinks or not?

No. It’s normal. You’d care for the well-being of anyone you know.

You approached a set of swings in the center of the park. It had been ages since you’d been on one, swinging back and forth in carefree.

“Want me to push you?” you heard Dazai over your shoulder when you examined the equipment.

“Heck no,” you responded.

“Why not? It’d be fun!” He moved closer.

“No! I’m not sure if it’d even carry me,” you laughed. “It’s for kids.”

“You can try it. Just sit. And I’ll catch you if it breaks—“

“Shut up. I can catch myself.” You lowered yourself onto the seat, seeing that the metal poles did hold. You swung yourself a bit to test if it’d keep up your weight.

“It works.”

“Great! Can I push you now?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust you.”

“I won’t kill you, bel—I won’t! I promise.” Dazai childishly held out a pinkie toward you.

You sighed. “Fine. Just please don’t push me too high.” You clasped your pinkie around his.

“I got you!” You felt palms on your back, and then a light push that moved you forward, and then gravity pulled you back toward him.

Everything pulls me back to him—my mind and the universe both.

You were suddenly pushed higher, catching you off guard. You felt yourself fly multiple feet off of the ground, and you clutched the metal in panic.

“H-Help—Osamu!”

“You’re fine. You won’t fall,” Dazai chuckled. He pushed you again, sending you even higher than the previous time. You wanted to scream, but it came out more as a laugh.

“Is the thrill fun?” he asked while you were in the air, noticing your smile.

“Yeah, it is—HEY!”

Dazai had pushed you hard, sending you swinging all around the equipment, in a complete three-sixty.

“Osamu!” you cried, the momentum spinning you around once more. You couldn’t stop it—it was too fast.

You were clutched from behind, arms tightly wrapped around your torso to stop the swing. You could hear the sound of Dazai being dragged through the rocks below, but he was able to ground the both of you before you went flying again.

And you felt warm. Despite the evening’s cool air, you felt like you were encompassed in a fireplace’s heat on a winter day.

“Got you.”

You let out a giant exhale of relief. And then, you turned around in anger.

“I told you not to push me that high!”

“But I didn’t kill you, did I? You stayed on the swing the entire time! You were safe! Plus, I think you enjoyed it.”

You stood up, causing Dazai to let go of his arms. “I’m dizzy now.”

“Do you need water? We can buy some. And did you drive here?”

“No, I took a taxi.”

“Let me drive you home then,” he said.

“I think I’m fin—“

“Please,” he cut you off almost urgently, but then he caught his tone and reverted.

“I mean, many kidnappers disguise themselves as taxi drivers. Especially at night.”

“You’re still so cynical,” you replied. “Stop being so protective. It’s not like we’re…nevermind, sorry.”

You didn’t dare look at Dazai’s expression.

…

You each got a yogurt drink, and it helped soothe your dizziness immediately.

You walked by Dazai silently, but compared to earlier in the night, you were no longer repulsed to standing by him.

He opened his car door for you before getting in his seat on the other side.

“What have you been up to these past months?”

You asked as he found his keys, turning them into gear.

“A case. It’s something huge going on.”

Dazai’s work accounted for part of your breaking up with him. He was too secretive—despite you knew that he trusted you so much that he explained to you exactly what his job consisted of, and he only left details out to protect you from getting involved, you couldn’t handle it.

Maybe you were selfish for that. But you needed to know what your boyfriend was up to—if he was safe. Perhaps that was another reason why. You would never let him go if you knew of the exact danger he was volunteering himself in.

“I see. Sleeping okay?”

“If I do, sure.” He was suddenly reaching over your body, grabbing your seatbelt.

Your heartbeat fastened as Dazai hovered over you, pausing to look at anticipating eyes and a risky glance at slightly parted lips.

He sighed before fastening the buckle and moving away, acting like nothing happened.

…

You two drove in silence, you gazing out of the car window to admire how the city looked in the absence of the sun.

A song was suddenly put on. You looked at Dazai.

“Do you still like this song?”

“Yeah,” you replied. He had put on your favorite song, indeed.

You silently thanked him for it. The awkward tension to speak to one another had vanished; you could indulge yourself in music.

Until it ended, of course, but by then, you could see you were almost home.

“Osamu.”

“Yes?”

“This was a really bad idea. I hope I never see you again after this.”

“Probably, but maybe I wanted it to happen. Maybe I thought about you so much that I had to seize this opportunity.”

“What?”

“What if I hope to see you again after this?”

“You can go flirt with any other girl for entertainment.” He did a lot of that, too. Even if it was Dazai’s most efficient tactic for getting information, he had also said he simply couldn’t help it sometimes.

“I don’t find that interesting anymore.”

You looked at his distant, faint reflection through your window.

“…you think about me?”

You were answered with a nod.

Dazai turned, pulling you into your driveway.

“I’ll continue to even more after tonight,” he said. “Whether we see each other again or not. It plagues my mind every day. What I could’ve done better—how much you deserve that I failed to reach.”

He parked. “Of course, I’ve tried to move on. It’s the most fair thing to do for you. But if someone were to ask me, bella, saying that I don’t still love you would be a lie.”

“You’re selfish,” you commented.

“I know. I’m very.”

You opened the door, stepping out of the car.

“Thank you for driving me,” you said.

You walked towards your front door and then looked back at Dazai, who was standing by his side of the car.

You contemplated for a second.

“D-do you have something to do for the rest of the night?” you carefully asked.

“No.”

“Can you stay? Just for a bit. We can talk about things. And hopefully, you get some answers that will help you stop occupying your mind of me.”

You said that as if you were trying to convince yourself, rather Dazai.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You pushed open the door.

Dazai followed you as you walked through the house—through the hallway and to the kitchen.

“Do you want something to eat? Or drink?”

“I’m okay, thanks,” he replied.

“Alright. Uh…feel free to make yourself at home. I’m going to change, I’ll be right back.”

…

You walked into your room, first washing your face in the bathroom. You stared at your face through the window, noticing how pigmented your cheeks were.

Why did I do this?

You were in the middle of changing your pajamas when Dazai knocked on your door.

“Can I come in?”

“Uh—“ you hastily buttoned two thirds of your shirt before, “Yeah.”

A smell of your favorite scent immediately flowed into the room as Dazai came in. It was of the candles you had around your house.

“You lit my candles?”

“Yeah. I got curious because the flavors looked nice. I like them. The scent matches you perfectly.”

“Oh…thanks,” you mumbled. You didn’t know how else to respond.

Dazai glanced around your room. Some things changed—you had moved some things around, redone the decor on your nightstands, changed your bed sheets…what he didn’t know was that you actually donated them after the break-up so you would never see them again.

“Did you need something?”

“Yeah. Do you still happen to have bandages?”

“Yes.” You had Dazai sit on the bed while you searched your closet for the box of bandages you would keep for whenever he came over. Unlike your sheets, you had kept them for your emergency first aid.

Or in case he happened to be in an emergency.

“What do you think you could’ve done better?”

There was a silence right after. You had hit Dazai with a hard question first.

“I’d stop disappearing so much without warning. I only realized how much I took that for granted when we stopped seeing each other. I would try to communicate better…” He looked down. “I’m terrible at it, I know, but I would try harder.”

“Why me? You could move on and find some other girl to treat right the first time.” You found the box, pulling it out.

“Because I would feel like a loser,” he added your name to the end of the sentence. “I was a total jerk to someone who loved me, and then I decide to switch it up for someone new and pretend to start on a clean slate? No, bella—I’m cursed with not forgetting and forgiving myself of the past. It feels cowardly.”

“Osamu, stop. You hurt me, yes, but you weren’t the only one in the wrong.

“I-I’m sorry.” You hadn’t apologized to him yet, through months.

You noticed his eyes almost widen, surprised.

“And I also forgive you. It took awhile, but I’m forgiving you of the mistakes that hurt me,” you continued. “And I’m apologizing to you too. So please forgive yourself. You don’t need to feel guilt.

“It’s only fair to you as well to move on.”

“Why, bella? How is it fair? How is it fair when the only person I want to see is you?”

“Osamu.”

You were right in front of him, the closest you’d been to him that night, discarding how he had tightly hugged you on the swing earlier. You were drowned in emotion that surrounded his desperate pleas.

“Can you please bandage me?”

“Why?”

“I miss your touches.”

You regret asking. He had no shame in expressing his thoughts, no matter what you two were going through. You regret asking, yet…

“Your coat.”

You climbed behind and rid Dazai of the top portion of his clothes—his vest and dress shirt. Then, you started unwinding the bandages on his arms, chest, and neck.

Gently, your fingers grazed the scars that hid underneath his attire, and his mind. Months ago, you had learned what every single mark came from after knowing where each one was—it was one detail Dazai fully opened to you about.

You were thankful you couldn’t see scars of the heart.

He would have thrice as many. Perhaps one of them would include you.

You rewrapped Dazai, leaving only his stomach unbandaged. You moved to do his neck when he paused you with his eyes, mere inches away from his face.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

You wish he weren’t so pretty. You would’ve been able to rationalize yourself quickly—you would’ve been able to give him a final answer without hesitating. But he ended up being the face of your dreams and the depth of your heart.

“I tell myself it’s fair,” you whispered. His nose was almost touching yours. “I tell myself it’s better that we’re done. But my heart isn’t so sure. It asks the same—how is it fair? To keep myself longing?”

Your arms were around Dazai’s neck with the bandage, yet you did not move to finish.

His gaze moved to your lips. A hand moved to your hair.

“Is it fair? If it truly is, push me away, bella.”

He didn’t force himself any closer, leaving you with the choice despite his yearning appearance. You could feel the warmth of his body on yours and the soft air of his breaths on your cheeks.

“Yes. It’s fair, Osamu.” You came to your conclusion.

Yet, you dropped the bandages, cupped his face towards you, and pressed your lips on his.

“But I’m selfish too.”

You moved your hands to waft through brunette locks as Dazai pulled you onto his lap. He held you tightly—desperate at the acceptance of your invitation.

Closer, along with the fresh scent of green tea, there was a note of sweetness as intoxicating as chocolate. You came to know this pleasant surprise every time you were pressed up against him, tucked well into his embrace.

A hand moved down your waist, tracing your curves. Meanwhile, his kisses became sloppier, changing course to your jaw.

“Bella,” he whispered.

“Osamu?”

“Too much? Just let me know.”

“Don’t stop.”

He planted his lips on your neck, leaving a mark when he moved to the next area.

“I don’t want to lose you again. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you replied, pulling him down over you.

“Everything about you,” Dazai continued. “It’s enchanting. How you smile when you’re flustered—like right now, and how you react when I touch you here…”

His hand found its way under your shirt, and you started laughing. He knew how and where to draw every specific reaction out of you, including where you were most ticklish.

“Osamu! Stop, hah-!”

You let him stay hovered over you and left his curious hands to wander your skin. Dazai looked free of emotional distress for once—being able to calm just by admiring you. It was like medicine.

“Do you still keep a spare pajama set?” he asked.

“Yes. However, the guest room is being renovated.”

“It’s fine. A couch was a luxury for me at one point.”

“Or you…could stay here. And you can have your favorite side, the side closer to the window.”

“Because I always see how the sun’s rays lay on your skin when I wake up,” he smiled. “And how spellbound your eyes make me when you open them and the light hits it.”

“You remember so much.”

“I told you how much I think about you, belladonna. I remember every night that I’m with you.”

dazai listens to music w/ u if u rb. reblogs are cherished; they support me as a creator. <3

© AUREATCHI 2023. no reposts or translations. do not steal.

[olomaya]

Sludge Be Gone! Toddler Food and Snacks

2-Sep Update: Thank you @jeebeehey for the French translation. Please redownload if you'd like them.

25 July update:

Fixed an issue where the Trail Mix was resetting Sims. One of its components got lost when I was merging all the objects together so it kept giving an error when trying to pull it up. It should now not happen for either the high chair or the activity table. Redownload both the MAIN and the merged Objects file

24 July update: Thanks to @simdreams and @zanynka for the Brazilian Portuguese and Czech translations! You can redownload at the links below.

(Update: I forgot to include one of the files in the Objects file. It's just a little piece of food that toddlers pick up when eating snacks. If you downloaded both files already, you don't need to redownload anything, just download the file and add to your game.) (Just download the updated Objects file)

They literally call the baby food "sludge" in the game files. EA really did TS3 toddlers dirty.

This was actually originally part of my Quickie Food and Snacks mod and I abandoned it (this seems to be a theme with me). But then I came back to it after TS4 Growing Together came out. I still haven't played that game but I know there's a preference/taste system in the game for baby food, which is really cool!

So this mod adds two interactions to the high chair to feed toddlers meals or snacks. There are 11 meals and 5 snacks. Similar to Growing Together, toddlers will love, like or hate certain foods. This preference is based on their favorite food (see more after the cut).

The foods work somewhat similar to recipes in that they require ingredients to be available. However, you only need to have at least 1 ingredient. Whatever ingredients you have will be used for the meal/snack. The icon images will tell you which 3 ingredients are required.

Teens+ can serve toddlers and they will stay and watch to make sure the toddler eats like a good little girl/boy.

There was a second complementary mod to close out this little series that would allow toddlers to eat their foods and snacks on their own on little tables but I probably won't have the time to finish testing it before I go on my summer holidays so I'll release it sometime end of next month when I'm back.

Credit/thanks: The food tray and bowl is from @aroundthesims. All other assets are from EA (TS3 and TS4). Icons are from Freepik.

Download HERE / Alternative: SFS

Enjoy! I'll be totally offline starting 1 July for about 2 weeks so do let me know before then if you run into any issues!

More info and details on features after the cut

Meal/Snack recipes: Each meal or snack requires 1-3 ingredients (either in your fridge or personal inventory) to be available. Again, you only NEED 1 of 3. Some of the ingredients are from the Store or cc (Icemunmun's Baker's Basket or Hot Chili) but if you don't have it, the game will just ignore it. If you have none, it won't be available.

Food categories/preferences: Preferences are based on the toddler's favorite food and along 4 categories: Sweet, Savory, Veggie and Cheese. So based on what their favorite food is, you can tell what their food preference category is. If you change the toddler's favorite food after playing with the mod, it will adjust to their new tastes BUT will keep whatever food they liked or hated before.

Category Preferences:

Sweet hates Veggie

Veggie hates Sweet AND Savory

Savory hates Sweet

Cheese is chill and can give or take anything

Here is the detailed breakdown below (if you want to be surprised and figure it out for yourself in the game, you can stop reading here):

SW - Sweet, SV - Savory, VG - Veggie, CH - Cheese Store - TS3 Store BB - Icemunmun’s Baker’s Basket HC - Icemunmun’s Hot Chili

Snacks: Trail Mix (SW) - Banana, Walnut (BB), Pecan (Store) Cheese Crackers (CH) - Cheese Apple Slices w. Almond Butter (SW, CH) - Apple, Cheese, Almond (BB) Cucumber Tuna Bites (SV) - Cucumber (Store), Tuna, Tomato Pita Chips w. Carrot Hummus (VG) - Chickpea (HC), Carrot, Lemon

Meals: Chickpea Salad (VG) - Chickpea (HC), Carrot, Watermelon PBJ Sandwich (SW) - Strawberry (Store), Almond (BB)  Pancakes and Sausage (SW) - Any fruit, Sausage links Chicken Nuggets (SV) - Chicken, Carrot, Blueberry (Store) Fishsticks (SV) - Any fish, Potato, Carrot  Meatballs w. Yogurt Sauce (SV) - Patty, Cucumber (Store), Tomato Mushroom Omelet (VG) - Egg, White Cap mushroom, Onion Fried Plantains (SW) - Banana (I considered making a custom plantain ingredient but too lazy), Tomato, Onion Falafel w. Yogurt Sauce (VG) - Chickpea (HC), Cucumber (Store), Tomato Cheese Ravioli (CH) - Cheese, Tomato, Strawberry (Store) Mac and Cheese (CH) - Cheese

So for example, the toddler in the photos, Duncan. His favorite food is Fried Peanut Butter Banana Sandwich (oh, America) which is in the Sweet category. So I know he will eat any of the sweet category foods. He tossed the mushroom omelet when I served it to him but he likes mac and cheese.

@kpccfinds @pis3update @s3cc-finds

[cringe-but-proud]

I was wondering if you can write for Wonka (2023) x reader where reader is a Baker and meets wonka. This can take place after the movie and where both reader and wonka decided to work together to create a pastry that involves chocolate. So they start brainstorming and working in the kitchen and it just ends in a mess where both reader and wonka are cover in dough and flour and ingredients. Like Yk those basic movies scenes where the girl swipes dough onto the man’s face and all over a sudden food fight is what I had in mind 😅

This is so corny, I love it.

Willy Wonka x gn!baker!Reader (Wonka 2023)

A/n: My requests are open (see pinned post for info) 😈

Warnings: None, I think 🤷

After coming to your bakery for the first time, Willy became a big fan. He'd come by at least once a week and insist that you were the best baker in town.

You disagreed. If you really were the best baker in town, people would've noticed already. You were still stuck in your little hole in the wall bakery where you struggled to make enough money to feed yourself.

But, Willy seemed sure of it. So sure of it, that he offered to help grow your business.

"We should team up." He said to you one day while sitting at the counter of your shop.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "To do what?"

"To promote your bakery!" He beamed. "My chocolate is popular. If you and I teamed up to make... Some chocolate pastry, I could promote it for you, people would come to your bakery, and everyone would realize how amazing you are!"

You paused. "Did you just come up with all of that now?"

"I was up all night brainstorming ideas."

"That's what I thought."

"Well, what do you think? Do you wanna try it?"

You thought about it. It wasn't a bad idea. And it's not like you had any customers to serve right now. "Alright, let's do it."

The two of you decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Simple, but delicious.

The plan was to use your regular cookie recipe, but Willy would be making any of the chocolate that was needed.

As soon as your shop closed, the two of you got to work.

"Alright, you mix the dry ingredients while I cream butter and sugar." You instructed him as you set out all the ingredients.

His job was simple enough, and everything was going smoothly at first.

Key words: At first.

"I'll chop up the chocolate you made, and you can knead the dough." You said as you slid the bowl that the dough was in over to him.

Willy hesitated. "How do I do that?"

You blinked. Had he never made cookies before? That would be a bit surprising considering his love for all things sweet.

"Well, first flour your surface.''

He slowly got some flour, sprinkled it on the counter, and spread it out.

"And now just..." You gently took his hands and guided them as you showed him how to knead the dough. "Like that." You looked up at him to make sure he understood and realized he was already looking at you, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

You returned the slightly flustered look before uttering "Does that make sense?"

He broke out of his daze and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Thank you."

You quickly averted your attention away from him, focusing on chopping up the chocolate for the cookies.

Turns out you were a bit too focused on your task, because when you looked back over to Willy, you realized that he'd managed to get flour all over himself. You couldn't help but giggle at how messy he was.

He turned to look at you and smiled. "What is it?"

"You're covered it flour." You informed him.

He chuckled. "I'm trying, alright?"

"I'm not saying you're not trying! I'm saying you look silly!" You laughed.

"Oh, yeah? Well, your hands are covered in chocolate." He pointed out.

You reached up and swiped your thumb down the bridge of his nose, smearing chocolate on to his skin. He retorted by taking some flour and throwing it at you. You gasped and did the same back to him. When he did it again, you retaliated by getting a small piece of the dough and flinging it at him.

One thing led to another, and there was now a full on food fight going on.

You ducked behind the counter and threw a few pieces of chocolate at him. He suddenly ran over holding all of the dough that was left. He raised an arm, about to throw it at you when you screamed. "I surrender! I surrender!" You were laughing so hard you thought you might cry. He put the dough back on the counter and sat next to you. You both caught your breath, occasionally giggling at how messy you both were.

"Sorry we didn't get the cookies finished." He said after a few moments of comfortable silence.

"It's alright." You brushed him off. "We can always try again, right?"

"Right." He nodded as he smiled contently at you.

...

"You're still helping me clean this all up, though."

"Yeah, I know."

[oddballwriter]

Lotta True Crime

Summary: A blurb in which Steven comes home from work and finds you watching/listening to a true crime documentary, again. 

Warnings: I don't talk about anyone specific but the Y/N is listening to a docu about a serial killer. There isn't any actual mention of murder in full detail but it is there, so be warned of that. But overall this is actually domestic as hell and wholesome.  

Author’s Snip: I'm a true crime nut and I often wonder what my various fictional boytoys would think about it I sort of fixated on Steven for a while which led to this. I feel like he'd be slightly off-put by it but would get used to it at some point. Also, the idea of him and his true crime-loving partner just info-dumping about their interests is just so funny and cute.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

It sounds a lot like what you would hear a husband back in the 1950s answer if you asked him what his favorite part of the day was. But it was Steven's honest answer. He loved coming home after a long day at work and seeing you preparing dinner. There was something so domestic about it that he absolutely loved. Of course, he'd usually come in and help you make dinner instead of lounging around, just so that you two can have a nice moment as a couple.

There was one thing that always stuck out from the whole coming home to the partner cooking dinner daydream though.

The stuff you usually had playing in the background.

"-I mean. It was complete madness. All these people started digging at this dumping ground and they found so many bodies in different stages of decay. It took a few days simply because of how many they were finding, you know? You would be digging up one you just found and then you find a part from another and then you'd have to dig up that one, and so on." the voice on the TV explained as Steven locked the flat's door behind him and hung up all his things.

"What made it worse was that there were more. His accomplice said that he had admitted that he had more victims at another dumping site but he never said where that was before he died. So there are more somewhere out there and we don't know where they are." the voice added.

Steven wants to be surprised that there's a true crime documentary playing on the TV while you were happily cooking dinner, and yeah sure the details are especially gruesome from what he's hearing, but this isn't the first time. This is a normal occurrence, actually, and Steven's just learned to roll with it. Even if one time he came home and the TV had an episode of a show that talked about murders in relationships that talked about how a wife poisoned her husband via lacing his food with something, and you were making one of Steven's favorite meals.

He crosses the flat to you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind and looking over what you were doing. "It looks like it's coming along nicely." he comments before he kisses you on the cheek. "Thanks," you replay, "I found it in a little recipe note and wanted to test it out." you explain. "Do you want any help?" Steven asks drawing away a little.

"No. I've got everything covered so far. Some stuff needs to sit for a bit. Maybe then I'll need some help." you tell him while also turning your head towards him.

A soft stare ensues between the two of you. You both bask in the nice feeling of being close to each other and having a sweet and domestic moment.

"It was believed that this body found drifting in the river was actually a victim, whose body was washed out of its grave from the heavy storms and rainwater that flooded the bank, since the accomplice said that the old dumping site was along the river. However, no one knows how far the body floated downstream, so they wouldn't know exactly where the site was along the river." a narrating voice said from the TV, soiling the moment.

You blush at the interruption, "You can change that if you want. I've heard of this case before anyway.".

Steven chuckles a little bit. "I don't really mind, love," he says. "You did overhear that one time I was watching a documentary and it went into heavy detail about the Egyptian embalming process." he recalls. "So what if I hear about some old killer's body count and possible dumping spots." Steven concludes.

"It's your version of what Egypt is to me. So how am I to judge." Steven adds.

[jaemified]

SNOWED IN ! [ep. i] | first time

“eyes on a certain someone.. whats his name?”

a barista xu minghao x receptionist reader smau

‘welcome to first class resort’

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synopsis ; trying the cafe in the hotel you work at for the first time, you realize the baristas are quite literally as hot (maybe even more) then your friend had described. yet a certain barista in particular manages to pique your interest the most.

🏷️; @minhui896 @minghaossv @snowcake666 @kissesfrmwonwoo @kokoiinuts @wonqr

couldnt tag ; @/heelariousx

read below the cut !

“hi, i can help you over here?” one of the guys spoke from the counter, y/n not realizing someone was already waiting for her.

“oh hi, sorry. you guys have boba as a topping right?”

“yeah, we do. so, what would you like to drink?” he asked patiently as he finished setting up the ipad to put in your order.

“right. could i get a large caramel latte with boba? extra whip, light ice, and aloe.”

the guy rose a brow in surprise. “caramel latte with.. boba?” he asked for reassurance.

“yeah. sorry is that weird? cause if it is i could just do a strawberry milk tea-” “-no no not at all. just a bit taken aback. your total is ₩10,000.”

“thank you,” you spoke as he handed you your receipt which read ‘order number 32’.

“oh and what was your name again?” you quickly asked as he was about to hand the order to one of the other baristas.

“chwe hansol, but you can call me vernon.” he smiled. “do you, by any chance, work here? like at the hotel, not here here.”

“yeah, im assistant manager at the front desk. did my uniform give it away?” you chuckled.

“maybe. sorry, i gotta keep the line moving. have a good one though.” hansol smiled before handing the order over to the other barista behind him.

damn. and you thought hansol was cute. not that he wasnt, but this guy was really cute.

“woo, look at this shit.” the person who was responsible for making your order whispered. “who orders a caramel latte with boba??”

wonwoo turned around and saw you sitting in a corner on your phone, grimacing as he didn’t think you were actually serious about your order.

“its a receptionist thing, hao. you wouldnt get it.”

“im a barista not a clerk. and just cause you dated one for a few months doesn’t mean you have the experience of one.” minghao rolled his eyes before reaching over to grab a new cup.

as he got your drink started, you couldn’t help but notice how cute the black haired boy was. his facial features really were something you couldn’t take your eyes off of. you could tell he was experienced as he didn’t even need to read the recipes before pouring in all the right measurements.

he jerked his head backwards as he read the bottom for extra info not realizing he missed it earlier, “aloe? who the hell puts aloe in a caramel latte.”

“you seem really fixed on her drink preferences.” joshua murmured as he reached over minghao for a napkin to clean the spill he made after knocking over the chocolate sauce.

“its just weird. like yeah they’re all good by themselves but altogether? its like vanilla mixed with cotton candy.”

“vanilla goes with everything.”

“he thinks he’s an expert on tea ‘cause his cousin’s boyfriend made him the manager at a tea house in china.” seungcheol scoffed.

“whatever.”

minghao finished up your order and went to the desk to call out your number before he thought of something that really bothered him.

he grabbed a post it near the register, quickly scribbling down something before sticking it on your drink and calling for you.

“who ordered the latte with boba?” he called our halfmindedly as hansol handed him the next order, not realizing he unprofessionally forgot to call you by the order number instead.

“hi, that’d be me.” you spoke as you walked up to the counter quickly, putting on your customer service face so it isn’t so obvious you find him attractive.

you didn’t even notice how his face twisted as your black heels clicked against the wooden floorboards.

“yeah okay, have a good one or whatever.. yoon.. y/n?” he mumbled as he skimmed over your name tag.

“yeah thanks.” you smiled while grabbing a straw and some napkins from the organizer next to him, your hand briefly grazing his as he set your cup down.

“you’re a receptionist?” minghao asked, crossing his arms as he watched you take an experimental sip.

“yeah, why?”

“then how come i never see you here for lunch?”

“i go to the restaurant instead of the cafe. less crowded and i have more friends up there.”

“such as?” “why does it matter?”

“i cant ask my co worker who her friends are?”

“we are hardly that close.” you tilted your head in confusion.

“yeah whatever. and stop fake smiling when you’re not helping customers. it’s annoying.” he whispered into your ear before you got the chance to walk away.

you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance, trying to hide your excitement at the fact you just talked to a really cute guy.

‘he’s lowkey more attractive when he’s mad. its.. kinda hot?’ you thought to yourself before pulling out your phone to text soyeon.

note ; hear me out bc a caramel latte w boba is my favorite 😭😭

[strangerthingsreversebigbang]

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[ferris-the-wheel]

Hi! How is ur day going btw? I thought the event ur running is super cool so I wanted to send smth in.

For the new Disney fic event, is it okay if I could get a male reader that’s based off of Mother Gothel from Tangled? I hope I formatted everything okay.

-🌠 anon

{ Disney Character Event }

Hi, 🌠 anon!! My day is going great so far and I'm glad you like the event! Thanks for the ask! And I saw the follow up you sent as well, don't worry, it's totally fine, I've done the same! <3

m!reader (as Mother Gothel) x twst characters

ೃ⁀➷ Included characters: Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit

: ̗̀➛ Info: You care a lot about your appearance and how others see you, so you'll often lie to save yourself from being embarrassed.

ೃ⁀➷ Just 💖

ೃ⁀➷ Established relationship

ೃ⁀➷ You're in your s/o's dorm

ೃ⁀➷ Kinda proofread, please ignore any mistakes

TW: None

"Uh— Y/N?! How much baking powder did you add to these?!" Jamil asked, pulling the flat cupcakes out of the oven. You glanced over from making the icing. "The amount you said." You responded.

"Clearly not since the tops of the cupcakes are all flat and sunken. How much did you add?" He repeated. You thought for a moment. "Three quarters of a teaspoon." Jamil actually froze for a second. He took a second to collect himself.

"Darling, you're supposed to add a quarter of a teaspoon per one cup of flour. I added one and a half cups of flour to the mix." He said. You smiled inwardly at the nickname.

"You said earlier that you'd added three cups of flour." You said. To be honest, you were lying. You'd heard him say the correct amount, but you'd already put the baking powder in and hadn't wanted to admit your mistake.

"I know for a fact that I said one and a half. I even checked the recipe to make sure." Jamil stated. You shrugged. "I probably misheard you, then."

Jamil sighed. He suspected that it was a lie as you'd done similar things in the past, but he decided not to call you out on it. It'd only lead to an unnecessary argument that would result in you being angry at him for the rest of the day. And he'd grown used to cuddling you at night; it was a good way of relieving stress. If you were mad at him, that certainly wouldn't happen.

"Well, it's nothing serious, we can just remake them." Jamil remarked, dumping the failed batch of cupcakes and the batter into the trash. "Maybe I should do the measurements and you can mix." Jamil said. You swatted at him, but he ducked out of the way.

"Looks like someone's in a bad mood." He said with a smirk. You hated that smirk, it got under your skin so easily. You turned you head away with a scowl. Jamil backtracked, moving around the counter and walking over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"My apologies, my love, I didn't mean to make you upset. Don't be mad at me." There was a slight pleading tone in his voice, which made you smile. You knew that Jamil normally only showed affection or called you by nicknames behind closed doors, so you figured that you had the upper hand.

"Fine, fine." You said. "On one condition." You saw his face immediately become wary. "I suppose it depends on the condition."

You turned around to face him, still in his arms. "The condition is... that you have to give me a kiss." You smiled, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. Jamil looked caught off guard and his face flushed. "Can we... kiss later? Someone might walk in here."

"Nope. Right here." You said. Jamil sighed, walking to all the entryways and peering around, then returned. "Fine, just a quick kiss." He relented. You grinned and leaned closer to him. He closed the gap, pressing his lips against yours.

After a moment, you separated. Then he leaned forward to plant another soft kiss on the side of your neck. You felt a slight shiver, feeling his lips leave your neck. You moved to kiss him again, but he was already there. This kiss was more firm, more needy. You felt your mouth curl upward into a smile and you giggled.

You cursed yourself inwardly as Jamil leaned back, regaining his composure. "My apologies. I..." He trailed off. Then he made a face. "That was your plan from the beginning, wasn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." You said, slipping out of his grasp. "Oh, I guess we should finish making these cupcakes." Jamil nodded with an annoyed look on his face. "Why Kalim wanted cupcakes is beyond me..."

"Y/N, did you use my eyeshadow palette that I bought yesterday?" Vil asked, rummaging through the drawers of his vanity. You were sitting on his bed fixing your eyeliner, which you had realized was slightly off. The question made you stop for a second, before continuing. "No. Is it not there?" You asked.

"I wouldn't be asking if I could find it." Vil remarked. You nodded, though Vil couldn't see it. "I guess you're right." You said. You hissed with annoyance, your now shaky hands not allowing you to make a straight line. Vil turned around. "Hm?"

"I just messed up my eyeliner." You explained. Vil frowned, standing up and firmly grabbed your wrist. "Your hands are shaking. How many cups of coffee have you drank today?" He asked.

"One."

"What have you eaten today?"

"An omelet with some toast and bacon. I had some yogurt about half an hour ago."

"And how have you been sleeping?"

"About eight hours. Why?"

Vil didn't answer. "Y/N, did you lie to me just now?" He crossed his arms. "No? I slept for—"

"Not about how long you slept; about my eyeshadow palette." He interrupted. You felt your heart skip a beat. Uh oh. "No, why would I?" You asked, hoping he'd leave it at that. Unfortunately, he didn't.

"Because the only other reason you might be shaking is because you're nervous. It's not even remotely cold in here, and even if it was, your hands wouldn't be the only part of you that was shaking." His eyes narrowed. "I don't appreciate being lied to."

You fidgeted uncomfortablely under his gaze until the silence became unbearable. "Okay, yes, I did take your eyeshadow palette." You admitted, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment.

"And where is it?" Vil inquired. You fidgeted with your fingers. "Well... I was bringing it to my room to use it and some other students were playing around and ended up running into me. I dropped it and it broke." You said. Vil's gaze softened and he sat down next to you.

"Well, if what you're saying is true, then it's not your fault that it broke. No need to feel guilty about it." He said in a soothing voice. He put a hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

"You're... not mad??" You asked. He shook his head. "No, I'm not. I was the one who said you didn't have to ask if you wanted to use something of mine. It was those spudlings' fault that they were fooling around and caused you to drop it." Vil wrapped an arm around you and kissed you on the cheek.

"Cheer up, dear. I can always replace it." You felt better with the truth revealed. You leaned up against him with your eyes closed, smiling. Though you couldn't see it, he smiled back.

"Now then, do you happen to remember what those potatoes look like? I think I'm going to have a little chat with them." He asked with a wicked grin.

Hiiiii, I'm done! First event request done ☆ (Sorry if the parts were kinda short!) I hope you guys liked this post! Thank you again for the request, 🌠 anon! I wasn't super sure how to go about the m!mc's personality because I didn't want him to be a super manipulative person like Mother Gothel 😅

Anyways, thanks for reading and requests are always open! Bye~~ 🧡

[madelynhimegami]

About twenty years ago (probably closer to nineteen), I finished my playthrough of Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life.

This morning, I finished my (first?) playthrough of the A Wonderful Life remake.

Well before I finished, I decided I wanted to make a post talking about it, giving my general thoughts on it. And I'll probably just end up rambling. Who knows if it's at all interesting to people but. Here goes.

Being able to save and load anywhere at any time is such a game changer. Holy moly. Even though I didn't really have to do a whole lot of reloading (except where fishing requests were concerned). But it still felt very good to have.

On a related note, the remake is so transparent about its mechanics, it's amazing. I know that AnWL already had some tranparency added to it (especially wrt your kid), but just. Having as much info as the remake gives you, at all times, is nuts. Makes things so much easier to finagle around.

Likewise, thank god for automatically recording cooking recipes. It was already practically impossible to remember how to make anything in the GCN games. The fact that the Harvest Sprites gave you a new recipe every day also helped. As did telling you when your cooking skill levelled up, because the GCN games didn't tell you anything.

Characters actually sound distinct now! The thing about mediocre localizations is that you don't know what you're missing out on until you get a good localization. And wow, the amount of personality shown by having characters speak differently adds a shocking amount.

Even with all of the QOL updates... the main thing that makes me never wanna touch the GCN games again is that they're a lot less bugged. I once again blame the old localization.

(you think there's weird stuff going on in the remake. you have no idea.)

That being said, aside from being able to select your pronouns at the start of the game, the cast (including yourself) don't really do much of anything to gender you. AnWL gave me so much gender euphoria before I even knew what it was. (Not to mention the FoMT remake set the bar for being gay in a way that AWL is set up couldn't really replicate). So... who knows. Maybe I'll end up replaying it someday anyway.

Granted, I say that, but as I was typing that sentence I thought about how the event for giving your toddler a bath was broken so that you could not give him one. Instead of a Yes/No prompt the game just said "Several days later..." and then continued like you had said no. Maddening.

Nuts to it, someone just give me an annotated textdump.

After so much hemming and hawing about who to marry in the remake, I ended up just marrying Nami again. One part autistic lesb solidarity, one part her kid being so goshdang powerful. Either way, I joked about how nothing about me had changed in twenty years.

Once I got to chapter two, I started screencapping like crazy. Got almost 400 of them on my switch now. I just wanted to note everything I could about what my darling baby girl was doing throughout her life. Also my wife.

In my original playthrough, even though I tried to influence my son into either art or academics, he ended up becoming a farmer. But then again, I also didn't understand how to influence him optimally. Which sounds awful out of context. Oh well, at least his life was mostly organic.

I managed to get my daughter into academics before chapter two ended. Probably the most interesting thing that happened was how her dialogue changed. She started reciting her ABC's to herself, and mumbled about books, and said that gemstones were like puzzle peices. It was darling.

Since I've only played the entire game with Nami's child, though, I do wanna replay the game just so that I can see what a different kid is like.

Problem is, it just brings back the marriage problem. And the child career problem, because even if I marry Muffy, like hell will I raise an athlete (but I don't want scholar again... but also if they're an artist they run away from home after the game ends, which is kinda messed up).

A lot of people in the village make comments about how air conditioning isn't good for people's health. They did that in the original game too, if memory serves, but it's still weird. Is this a thing in Japan, or was the person that wrote those parts of the dialogue have a vendetta of some kind?

This is another thing that I know got changed in AnWL, but I'm still so glad that chapters are only one in-game year long. There's a special kind of pain to get to the end of the year, only to learn there's more you need to play before you see your kid get older.

Despite that, I still got a whole lot done, to the point that I spent most of the last two years just idling because I had nothing else to do. Same way I got to the endgame of the original, come to think of it.

I never bought the teddybear. I wasn't gonna do it when my daughter was a teen by the time I had the money. I'm not that dumb. Doesn't do anything but be spoopy anyhow.

I seem to remember the seed maker being instant in the GCN game. If it was, it got seriously debuffed in the remake-- you can only put up to twelve crops in at a time, and it takes 20 in-game hours for the seeds to be produced. Obviously meant to balance how absurdly high tree seeds could be sold for, but the prices were already slashed to pieces, so it was just overkill and made it hard to keep up with what crops I did or didn't have seeds for.

I genuinely hope I never have to make nine of each rare crop again. I mean, technically I never had to anyway, but I did and it was so much pain.

Cows are absurdly expensive in the remake. I guess it's to balance the fact that there's no limit on how long cows can be milked, but

here's the dirty secret

If you have a cow and a bull, they'll mate on their own without you needing to order for it. My cows in the GCN games were constantly getting pregnant. Anyone who complains about cows going dry was doing it wrong.

Sheep are significantly more affordable, though. So I ended up getting mostly those instead.

That being said, a star/brown/marble cow giving S Milk (and the latter two getting their milk processed into butter and cheese respectively) does give you more profit than golden wool does... until you get the Blessed Clippers and you start getting two bundles of wool per sheep (which is insane). But wowie are they expensive...

My new personal hell is having a dozen sheep following me around to scream at me. Did they do that in the original(s)? I never bothered with them....

I'm still sad Flora's not a marriage candidate.

As I mentioned, I was basically without anything to do by the end of the game. Which makes the infinite postgame chapter's existence kinda funny? I don't know what else I'd want to do with that, since as far as I've been able to tell nobody has new dialogue.

No really. I can't even 100% the game anymore because Van stops selling goats, I have over 5 million G, I've grown each one of every plant, caught every fish, dug up all the digsite items, and have all in-game achievements. What would I wanna keep playing for?

Also, why isn't Nina in said postgame chapter? If it's the afterlife anyway, then she should be there too, dangit!

I still don't understand why the dog is trainable.

The player's child is so adorable. I love my daughter so much, she's such a sweetheart.

Wish her self-esteem wasn't so low from chapter 3 onwards, though... another reason to see the game married to somebody else.

I am so grateful there's no friendship decay for the villagers.

What a great game.

And now, some of me rambling about my history with the series:

I don't know what drew me to the original AWL game. All I knew is that there was coverage of it in an issue of Nintendo Power, and I just kept reading and re-reading it. I had a couple friends that swore by the HM games (in particular, 64 and StHL), but beyond that I guess something about it intrigued me to the point that it became a game I really wanted. Had a plan of how I would run the farm and who I'd marry. And counted the days before I finally got it (must've been a birthday or Christmas present).

And I played through it, beginning to end. Despite my brother scorning it. Despite one of the friends that swore by HM64 thinking it was such a watered down derivative it made him laugh several times even as he tried playing it himself.

I also got the girl version when it came out. Don't remember how I afforded it, but I remember that I was too embarrassed by wanting it to let anyone know I did get it but myself. Never managed to finish it, but boy howdy did it have a lot of gender euphoria. I got to be a mom.

...I tried other HM games since. I got Magical Melody (which I recall using Action Replay to turn my player character into a girl that make perfect sense to me now but I don't know what I had been thinking at the time), but dropped it shortly after my wife started expecting.

I got both versions of HMDS (mermaid wife yes please), but only stuck with them for about two or three in-game years each.

I got Isle of Happiness, but honestly the fact that every item had decay to it stressed me to the point I couldn't play without Action Replay codes to keep everything top quality and freshness forever-- and even then the crap you gotta juggle is crazy. Played long enough to marry the Witch though, so that ruled.

I got Hero of Leaf Valley, and that one I actually stuck through to the end (including forgetting how many zeros were in fifty thousand and ended up raising up half a million G before the second year's end), but got too paralyzed with indecision on who to marry (it was mainly between Gwen and Aurelia, since I read that Alice couldn't be raised to red heart after the credits. Game seemed to have thought I had my sights set on Lyla, though).

I tried Rune Factory 4... but something about it just didn't vibe with me so I bounced early.

Every now and then, I thought about going back to A(n)WL, or maybe trying a different one. Never did, though. And Stardew or other inspired's didn't ever really grab me.

And yet I inhaled the chance to play the AWL remake when the time came. And now I've finished it. Go figure. I'm still not sure what it is about that game specifically that calls to me.

I think the amount of interactability with your kid is a big factor, though.

[tohisprettyc00l]

Hii could I get a toh match up please:) romantic and Platonic if that’s ok

~I’m 16

~ I use they/them pronouns and am pansexual.

~I’m a Capricorn ♑️

~I love to read though I will read six books in a month or a book in six months.

~I can’t play it but I have a love for music

~I love to bake cooking as well but mainly baking :p

~I’m very introverted and hate talking to new people I’ll just nod or make a sound for the first 3 weeks or so but I’m also just naturally quiet

~I love thé outdoors mainly wooden places that give off an old fantasy vibe

~I get stressed over everything and I tend to over things

~ I have bad insomniac due to my work schedule so I do tend to be awake doing shit at any given time of that day or night

I Hope thats enough info for This :) Hope you have a good day and remember to look after your self :))



I (romantically) match you with: Amity Blight!

-She loves reading as well [mainly she'll read one series (Azura *cough* *cough*)but that still counts]

-Again she canonically likes baking. I think she'd like to share demon realm recipes and try out human realm recipes.

-Very much an introvert. Usually answers yeah to people she just became friends with (unless she had a rivalry or something with before)

- She lives in a fantasy world lol. But she also likes the vibe of old places.

-Definition of an overachiever. We can "thank" Odaila, and Alador to a lesser extent for that.

-Again relating back to her bad work habits because of her parents she often pulled all-nighters. Even though she's escaped that she's kept the bad habit for when she's making things.

I (Platonicly) match you with: Lilith Clawthorne!

-Damn you got Amity and Amity's REAL mom.

-Obv loves books.

-She loves music, both for the sound and for the history, it can carry.

-While she talks to people a lot whether she befriends them or they are enemies, you have to know her for her to talk first.

-Also likes old buildings but again for the history.

-She is the forgotten child who overdoes things because of that.

-She canonically has a bad sleep schedule right? I feel like I remember that being mentioned and/or shown.

I hope you like it! I'm a bit rusty and have the flu (get vaccinated kids the one year I didn't I got the fucking flu) so I hope it's ok!

[warden-melli]

I have Irida and Adaman in Pokémon Masters so I thought I'd give you an update because I recall you being unsettled by the concept. Their event had them fall through a rift like the one about Mount Coronet and, though they argued, quickly accepted oh we're in the future/far away (a trial from Dialga/Palkia), displaced just like the player characters/warden Ingo. Then event with time distortions happen, Adaman and Irida get confused about Arezu (Mars) and Coin (Saturn) respectively, day is saved, but the Rift they came through is still there and accessible. The two decide to stay for now to learn about the people and Pokemon's bonds and act as help for any future past time travelers coming through (future Hisuian pairs ayooo) before heading back. Irida is scheduled to be in the lodge next month (minigame where you talk with the characters) but her voice fits and I enjoy the dialogues I've gotten so far - she has learned about gym leaders and decides she would be an ice type gym leader, she's excited to meet the Kahunas of Alola and find out what kind of Pokémon they are (wait they're not pokemon?). Adaman is in the Lodge already. His events center on him asking your character to teach him how to use a phone, and then waking you early with an ominous phonecall before revealing he made food as thanks but got excited. Two of his "Very Interesting" conversational topics you can choose is "Melli" and "Mai"! I can report with more as they come if you'd be interested! (I was worried too but they've been handled well I believe)

Thanks so much for this! I really appreciate you taking the time to do this for me, and I’m happy that you’ve been enjoying the game ^^

There’s some interesting stuff here, and some of it makes me really happy because it’s very much based on canon details from pla! They’re also details that I personally treasure about the characters, so it’s cool that the writers used/expanded on them and funnily enough both come from (or are confirmed) by the daybreak update.

Not to “um, actually” (I’m excited to share information!!) but this wouldn’t be the first time that Irida has learned of gym leaders, or even expressed her desire to become one! She actually learns of the concept during a conversation at the very end of the update (also Adaman and Mai’s faces alskalaldjsk)

The mention of Adaman cooking literally made me smile so hard because he is heavily implied/is confirmed to have a passion (or at least an interest) in cooking. As seen here Adaman reveals that he’s been spending time learning from Beni, more specifically recipes (and also ninja skills pfff)

He is also seen helping out and serving food in the end titles photo. Adaman is totally a foodie

Irida mistaking the kahunas as pokemon is absolutely adorable lmao. I can’t blame her for being confused, what with her having no context and all, but it’s still very endearing. Also Adaman calling someone super early is totally an Adaman thing to do. He is a canon early bird, and we know he has a tendency to just. Do things. Abruptly. So I think that really fits his character well.

I do have a few concerns with some of what I’ve read here, but nothing too major. Again, thanks so much for the info! I really appreciate it 💜

[moonfeatherblue]

It's Worldbuilding Wednesday! So I'm raiding your Ask Box to ask to tell me about my Roman Empire: Food and Culture.

How does Food impact or feature in your work?

Alternatively, you can tell me about your equivalent of the Roman Empire lololol

Thank you so much @amaiguri for this lovely ask ~

I shall do my best to describe the food situation in my main magical series, particularly as it relates to the protagonist.

This superhero fantasy series is called Sh!t Just Got Magical. There's a lot of food mentioned in this series. As in, a LOT of food. Food plays a huge role in this story due to its importance to Kazaio "Kaz" Szuo and his sparkly new career.

Just a bit of background info to help set the delicious foodie scene.

The main setting is the city-state Seszun (Seszun is both the noun and the adjective), located on the Seszun Peninsula. Now a predominantly green city, this near-future urban metropolis spreads across the entire peninsula and is built in and around (the re-vitalized remnants of) natural features, most notably Chaiuin Forest, the Cheosaing Mountains, and the Sousz Salt Flats. Since the global unification movement began, Seszun has been considered the symbolic capital of Earth.

Kaz is a 21 year old boy who was born in Seszun to birth parents of non-Seszun background. He has a large family including his foster mother, foster aunt, three half-siblings and two foster cousins (it's complicated, but I promise it makes sense). His aunt has a very good income (she's a nutritionist, funnily enough), but given the size of the family, money is frequently tight. They'd probably be considered a middle-middle/lower-middle income family because of this. Kaz has historically had difficulty holding down a job. Without his family, would be 100 percent broke.

Now, onto the food!

Kaz is now a magical boy, hired by an intergalactic Alliance to defend the universes from an evil alien warlord and his "Liberation Force". Being a magical boy presents a few interesting challenges when it comes to diet, the main one being Kaz has to significantly increase his food intake. This is not only to support his intensive training and resultant increased muscle mass. When Kaz transforms he becomes immortal (this does not mean he cannot die; he's just much harder to kill). This immortal form has an incredibly high metabolism rate. If Kaz does not eat appropriately before transforming (and he may be called on to transform at any time), his immortal form can obliterate all his mortal reserves. As such, particularly after strenuous battles, de-transforming can be dangerous - becoming mortal again when his body has been all but stripped of nutrients. Under more usual circumstances, de-transforming gives Kaz a serious case of the hero munchies.

To avoid malnourishment and fainting spells (or worse) after battles, his support team are currently developing an easy-to-digest nutrient cake that Kaz can eat post-transformation. They haven't yet found a recipe that won't turn his fragile human guts inside-out, but they're working on it. Until then, Kaz guzzles calorie boost bars and Re-Hydrate Plus (an electrolyte drink) post-transformation, then hunts down the fastest, biggest, healthiest meal he can - or his space cat mentor does, anyway. Kaz would prefer battered squid sticks.

This might go without saying, but given his magical job and all the training involved, Kaz also has to improve his semi-sub-standard diet. He'll get right on that…

Although Kaz has a sizeable income now, he's used to buying food on a budget and generally sticks to that (he is both a creature of habit and a lover of bargains). This means lots of convenience stores, vending machines, and fast food restaurants, as well as his mom's cooking. Even when he starts trying to eat healthy, he doesn't often venture beyond these options - unless food trucks or street food carts are involved.

One more point: Kaz actually likes to cook and he's not half bad. We'll see him cook for his family quite a few times throughout the series ~

Here's a bunch of food Kaz has eaten so far. This gives a bit of an idea what an everyday person on a budget (who makes slightly unhealthy food choices) in Seszun eats.

Cracklebombs (popping candy chocolate; bought at a drug store)

Crunchables (dried seafood snacks; bought at a drug store)

Sticky butter rice cake skewers (bought from a street vendor)

Rice

Beer (predominantly rice lager)

Kelp soup (Mom and Kaz both cook this)

Chilled tea (fruit flavored, black, and golden)

Battered squid sticks (bought at a convenience store)

Battered fried shrimp "shell stack" (a hybrid of sandwiches and wraps) with rice, spicy coleslaw, and gloppy specialty summer sauce (bought at a convenience store)

A curry cup (bought at a convenience store)

Frozen air-fried mollusks (from his freezer)

Oyster bake (Mom's cooking)

Breakfast steamed buns with dipping sauce (from a family restaurant)

Oyster and potato stew (from a convenience store)

Fried scallop burger (from a fast food restaurant)

Barbequed pork intestines with sticky citrus sauce (from a hole-in-the-wall restaurant)

Oyster stew (Kaz's cooking)

Rice salad with mix-and-eat toppings and garlic dressing (from a fast food restaurant)

Seared tentacles and omelet balls (from a fast food restaurant)

Deep fried breaded shrimp (Mom's cooking)

Noodles in sweet nut crab sauce (from a café)

Extra spicy soup sack (a giant soup dumpling) with scallops and quail eggs (from a food truck)

Gently spiced crab legs (from a food truck)

Sticky fried chicken with pickles (from a fast food restaurant)

Crispy potato skins drizzled in tangy-sweet curry sauce (from a canal vendor)

Seszun-style fried rice (Kaz's cooking)

Instant nutty-lime egg noodles (from a vending machine)

Milk stew (leftovers at a friend's place - not Seszun-style food)

Traditional sweets - jellified rice and iced fruit topped with crystallized honey (from his fridge)

Boiled custard buns and skewered jelly cakes (from a street food cart)

Wow that's a long list. And that's not even everything!

Kaz eats a lot…

Okay, just for fun, let's get a bit more technical - badly-written-half-copied-from-the-textbook-high-school-social-science-paper style! Kaz wrote it, I swear…

Seszun cuisine is predominantly influenced by Wauian cuisine; the majority of people who identify as Seszun today are descendants of settlers from Wauia who colonized the peninsula a thousand years ago. Wauian cooking methods were adapted to consider locally available ingredients, producing a cuisine more unique to the peninsula. Over time, this was also influenced by the cooking methods of the local Indigenous people, the Nauje, creating what is now considered traditional Seszun cuisine. The Nauje maintain to this day an ancient food culture that is similar to, yet distinct from that of Seszun.

The majority of traditional Seszun cuisine consists of short-grained brown and white rice (frequently mixed together); noodles; sea vegetables such as kelp; crustaceans such as shrimp and crab; mollusks such as squid, mussels, and clams, with scallops being perhaps the most popular and most commonly consumed; fish such as tuna and mackerel; quail eggs; soy beans; root vegetables such as onions, radishes, carrots, and local varieties of potatoes; cabbages; and fruit, predominantly citrus fruits (cold-tolerant varieties), although seasonal melons, berries, and pome fruits are also available. Tea (of black and golden varieties) is the traditional drink of choice. Traditional seasonings include citrus, soy, sesame, garlic, ginger, honey, coriander, and chilli. Most traditional Seszun dishes are simple, fresh, and fragrant with an emphasis on presentation. Early Seszun literature describes as follows: Peninsula folk eat first with their eyes; if their eyes are not satisfied, their mouths do not eat (this refers only to the aristocrats of the time, the Seszun Circle). The most common cooking methods are boiling and searing, with light soups, stir fries, and curries being common dishes. Most traditional desserts are rice and fruit based.

The most stereotypical traditional Seszun meal, no matter the time of day, includes a bowl of rice (sprinkled with desired seasoning), kelp soup, seared scallops (either fresh or marinated), and potentially a fresh salad with radish, carrot, cabbage, and coriander.

More modern Seszun cuisine incorporates ingredients and influences from all over the world. Seafood remains the most popular choice of protein, however, chicken is now readily available and is a staple of modern Seszun cuisine. Pork and beef is now more common, although beef is very expensive and generally only consumed by the wealthy. Pork offal is a cheap, widespread alternative meat. Perhaps the most notable difference between modern and traditional Seszun cuisine is the introduction of deep frying and, more recently, air frying almost anything that can be breaded or dipped in batter. Although many authentic international cuisines are available in Seszun, more commonly global dishes are given a "Seszun spin" with the new invention regularly becoming synonymous with modern Seszun cuisine. Bread and cakes have also become incredibly popular, the Seszun varieties made predominantly with rice flour. "Shells" are a rice-flour flat bread baked in molds that produce its namesake's shape. Developed around 150 years ago (so considered by some more modern than traditional), two domed shells are used to cup (or sandwich) anything from salads to curry, producing a cheap, filling, easily transportable meal. "Shell stacks" were and remain a popular and usually more healthy food choice for those on a budget.

More important features of modern Seszun cuisine include convenience, with the advent of frozen food, convenience stores, and vending machines, and also self-service; gourmet instant noodle eateries and other do-it-yourself eating experiences have become very popular since the global unification movement began. Also, as with most of the world, Seszun now runs on caffeine. While tea is still drunk more than water, Seszun now imports more coffee than any other location on Earth.

Food of every variety, but particularly traditional sweets, are offered to Seszun's many deities, both on their feast days and when praying for a deity "take interest".

And… that'll do for now! I honestly haven't thought too much yet about food in relation to Seszun's culture, history, and religion - I'll be thinking more about that as the series goes on! Eventually I'll have to start thinking more about various alien cuisines as well. I won't mention what the Liberation Force eats... trust me, you're fine not knowing. And, at this early point in the story, we usually just see Kaz's space cat mentor eating nutrient cakes, or else snacking on whatever Kaz is eating.

Please remember that this series is still in its infancy - names may change, locally available ingredients may shift. Perhaps in the future I'll re-visit this scrumptious world-building subject. I might even achieve something resembling succinct next time! But I doubt it.

This is why I haven't made many posts along these lines… whenever I try, it takes all day…

Thanks so much again @amaiguri. This has been a wonderfully helpful exercise, hunting through the story and old notes to pull together everything food-related. I shall be referring back to this on a regular basis.

On another note, I haven't had Kaz nearly hungry and faint enough after all his battles. That's something I must amend on the next editing pass ~

Sorry, Kaz…

[firstdivisiongirl]

hi! i was wondering if i could get male tokyo revengers matchup? perfect match please!

ᓚᘏᗢ general info:

/ she/her / enfp / 7w8 / leo /

𓆈appearance𓆈

𓆈 i'm tall, taller than most of my friends → i'm 6'2. my figure is hourglass shaped, something like models in 50s/60s fashion magezines, i think. i have shaggy golden blonde thick curls, my hair is long so i usually tie it up in two buns and two braids (like goldilocks from puss in boots: the last wish). my eyes are amber. i have skinny hands with long fingers

𓆈 my clothing style is mix of whimsigoth, cryptidcore and grandmacore. i really like unusual jewelry → weird shaped rings, earrings, brooches (i especially love the insect shaped and art nouveau ones)

𓆣personality𓆣

𓆣 i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations. i'm friendly, cheerful and bubbly. i'm full of energy and i can be a bit chaotic, but i try to be as responsible as possible, i want people to feel that they can rely on me

𓆣 i'm really confident and i'm not afraid to express myself

𓆣 i care about my friends and family a lot, and go out of my way to show it. i love making people smile

𓆣 i'm super kind person, but won't take any nonsense

𓆣 i have morbid, dark sense of humor. sometimes i randomly say a weird obscure fact in the middle of conversation

𓆣 i'm kinda struggling with taking rest, doing nothing, because there is always something to do, something new to learn, etc. → i'm afraid of stagnation. i overwork myself a lot

𓆣 can't think of anything that i don't like, guess i'm so fixated on my hobbies and passions, i don't pay any attention to other things

𓃹 my hobbies 𓃹

𓃹 dancing and performing. i'm ballet dancer since i was a kid. i also try my skills as figure skater

𓃹 sewing and knitting. i sew most of my clothes and i made for myself tons of sweaters, with most silly patterns like characters from old cartoons, for example "wilk i zając" or "krecik"

𓃹 playing on instruments. i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp and drums, i'm currently learning how to play on trumpet

𓃹 learning. about world and universe or learning new skills. i'm deeply fascinated by space and oceans, they're still unknown to humanity, learning about them makes me sigh in wonder and admiration. i also love nature, i could spend days wandering in forests, observing and learning about animals, insects, plants

𓃹 doll making. i love making dolls, puppets, marionettes. wooden, porcelain, rag, basically every type. i organize puppet theaters, sometimes i give my works as gifts to my loved ones

𓃹 art, any kind of art actually. i like to learn about artists and their work, and i like to try different types of art. sculpting, painting, ceramics, photography, filmmaking, i adore them all. i work as illustrator for fantasy books and books for kids (and honestly this job is dream come true for me!)

𓃹 gardening and herbalism. i work on in garden a lot, i grow flowers, vegetables and herbs. i know herbal medicine, i make my own infusions and tinctures

𓃹 cooking and baking. i learn new recipes whenever i have the opportunity. my favorite things to bake are bread and cookies. i also pick mushrooms, dry them or pickle them

sorry if it's too long or too chaotic (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

thank you so much for even reading this! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Hello. It isn't too chaotic at all. I think I found the perfect match for you! I hope you like it!

You Got...

South Terano!!!

Would love to have you play music with him. He himself is a pianist.

Would love to watch you perform by yourself. Having a talented S/O would make him a proud man.

Would love how artistic you are. It makes him happy (wanted a music pun but could not think of any. Ten years of piano lessons down the drain)

He is a very dark person. So you're sense of humor would be something is loves.

Loves your confidence and how cheerful are. He is also like that too, so I think he wouldn't want someone timid. He loves chaos.

I think dates would be piano bars...or art galleries. Just be warned, he may get kicked out.

[musekicker]

Brain not working with longer stuff today so started just writing some quick snippets of writing. Characters like @projectaffectivity 19 and @halloweennut Mara show up in some of these snippets.

Kelp- "Something touched my foot!" Gibson cried.

The rest of the hyper force stopped and turned to face what was most likely to be attacking horror of some kind. There were plenty of those kind of things down in the waters around Shuggazoom.

Instead of a moment for battle, they found humor.

"Gibson.." Chiro said, trying to not laugh so not to hurt the blue monkeys feelings. "That's just kelp."

Gibson looked down.

"Oh... so it is."

Mirror- Antauri had long already sensed something wrong with this place. Something about it was all so off. He wasn't completely sure of that up until he saw his reflection in a mirror. Metal that should had been silver and optics that should had been blue were reflected to be black fur and yellow eyes.

Trees- The tourist guide to the planet Ghost and 19 were visiting was very helpful. And it was how they had learned about the tree planting festival that was happening that day.

The story of the festival had something to do with the town founder and how they had supposedly been the one to plant and care for the trees that supported the tree town now. How true that was neither 19 or Ghost were sure. In any case the event sounded nice and strangers were very much encouraged to join in.

So they did.

Ghost's knowledge of plants were not as strong with trees. So she was more then happy to hear the head arborist info dump all about the local tree types. Just glad to have someone listening.

19 had gotten into a conversation with one of the vendor selling sweet cakes that contained flour that were made from the trees acorns. She had already gotten a number of local recipes from some of the other vendors.

The two returned to each others sides in time for the tree planting.

Locket- "Oh by the way, I made this for you."

19 handed a small box over to Ghost. The box itself was white with a ladybug pattern ribbon wrapped around it. It gave a cute pop of color to the box and that alone made Ghost smile. Opening the box the ribbon turned out to be a sign of what was inside.

It was a locket. Made of metal that had been colored red and the spots and eyes made of metal wires that were shaped into swirls. The chain that the locket hung from was a black color. It worked with the rest of the creation.

Ghost gasped at the sight of the lovely creation.

"This is so pretty! I really love the spirals as spots and eyes especially." Ghost said. "Just, thank you!"

19 smiled.

"I'm glad you like it." 19 said.

"More like love it. I'm never taking this off." Ghost said.

While the locket had been empty of any pictures at the time of the gift giving, Ghost soon had the perfect picture to put into it. A picture of Ghost and Julia posing together.

Cake: "I'm not sure I'm big on the idea of candles on a birthday cake. At least for me." Hermes said.

"Is this for a reason that's going to make us all really sad?" Sprx asked.

Hermes shrugged.

"A bit? It's just that I was thinking. For one thing, I don't really KNOW my exact age. I also don't know my exact birthday. What I do know that even if we did try to go with a number of candles to age thing one day that cake would be nothing but fire. Immortal after all." Hermes said. "And fire isn't exactly known for being tasty."

"That's a fair concern." Gibson said.

"No candles then. Got it." Otto said.

"Remarkably few people stay dead when killed."-  "How many times do we have to teach you this lesson old man!" Mara yelled as she charged Skeleton King. Or as some were calling his Skeleton King 2.0.

[detectiveichijouji]

Case 30 - The Digi-Villain Who Stole The Christmas

[AO3 version]

CW: It's a Christmas themed case! So if you have any triggering experiences with Christmas holiday, this chapter is not for you.

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The kids were on winter vacation now. Miyako was still thinking about what Noel told them previously…

“We’re investigating everyone next to you guys. I suggested Ichijouji-san do the same, and I will keep looking for anything and anyone suspicious.”

Someone closer or next to them was the fake Kaiser… Noel’s suggestions to trying to check their schools’ databases and trying to check each student made her feel afraid of one of her school friends being the same coldhearted person wearing a mask and treating human and digimon beings like toys in order to ‘keep the Chosen Children having a reason to exist’ or something like (she wasn’t present when Daisuke, Takeru and Hikari heard the mysterious Neo Digimon Kaiser saying that.)

“Who… would do something like this??” she mused. Hawkmon watched her walking in circles in her room, literally.

“Miyako-san, you need to take it easy--”

“Someone is hurting everyone with those shards… And for a dumb reason!” she frowned, “I can’t let my guard down…!”

“I know, but you can’t do anything if you don’t calm down. Do you want to talk with the others?”

“I would end up ruining their Christmas party-- OH NO, THE CHRISTMAS PARTY!!”

She ran to her closet and started digging inside it, rambling something very quickly enough to make Hawkmon not understand, only a few words -- like ‘present’ - ‘Ken-kun’ - ‘Cake’

“Do you need help?” Hawkmon asked from his spot. He was sitting on Miyako’s bed. He was quite concerned about her right now, and wondering if he should intervene and try to make her calm down.

“YES, I FOUND IT!” she emerged from the pile of clothes with a book, “Oh thank goodness I left it in the same place…!!”

“Hm? What’s that?” Hawkmon approached by flying.

“Oh, it’s a book of a few recipes. I want to bake a few cookies for everyone and then bring a cake for Ken-kun. He was feeling a little down with all of that story of Digimental shards and someone pretending to be his old self…”

“Ah I see.”

“Sooo, let’s cook!!” and then she managed to trip over the clothes on the floor, the same ones she threw around the room, “OOF!”

“I think you need to clean your room first…” Hawkmon sighed.

Soleil and Lune were too busy to celebrate the Holidays, and they kept investigating what Étoile asked them to look for. They were looking at the school records from Amanogawa High and trying to connect the victims from the previous cases.

“The victims involved before were close to Motomiya-kun, right?” Lune mused, checking the database, “Or at least from his group of close friends…”

“Huh, I didn’t expect them to be that pop…” Lunamon commented with a giggle.

“They’re famous because of saving the world,” Coronamon said, nonchalantly.

“Takaishi was also a victim of those buffoons too,” Soleil added, “Can you access the other schools’ recordings from here?”

“I’m not a hacker expert though” Lune replied with a frown, “But I will try my best.”

“Why hacking?” Coronamon asked, out of curiosity.

“If you’re not part of a school you can’t get permission to access the school’s recordings” his human partner explained. 

“We’re not cops, detectives or high ups who can access those info legally, I see!” Lunamon commented with glee.

“How about Étoile?” Lune asked, “Have he discovered something already?”

“Miss Espimon is doing her best,” Lunamon said, “Noel left this in her hands! No worries, she got this!”

“He’s still investigating too,” Soleil added, “I think Motomiya and the others are in contact with him and cooperating with us.”

“As long they don’t mess with our part, they are welcome,” Lune wasn’t happy with that, but maybe it wasn’t about Noel’s being a friendly around the Chosen Children and yes more because of her running into walls while trying to hack the servers from other schools, all from her laptop. She bit her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Coronamon asked this time, “Did you--”

“Ugh, I hate doing this kind of job… Étoile is our technician…!!”

“You don’t want to lose to that pesky Inoue Miyako, right Mizuki??” Lunamon gasped; she tried using her own digital code on the screen to try to hack the website, “Here, I’ll help you!!” Then she ran her paw on the screen and tried to decode the password permissions and firewalls.

The digimon are able to do that, of course. This is how those kids managed to do a few… ‘illegal’ stuff before. This kinda caught Arsenemon’s attention and then they became friends -- because they all were doing questionable stuff in order to help others. No actual mean spirited intentions, just trying to work for the sake of justice.

They’re different from the 02 group though, they’re the kind to be avengers than heroes. But deep down the 02 group wasn’t into the idea of being the popular ones, so they left this part to their seniors mostly. So they’re working as some sort of detective club rather than a super great and cool league of heroes.

The password wall is beaten by Lunamon’s hacking skills. The bun digimon cheers, and then gives a high five with Lune.

“Yay!”

“What are we looking for there, Youta?” Coronamon looked at the boy. Soleil was stroking his chin, looking at the results on screen.

“Anything leading us to the Digimon Kaiser,” the boy answered.

“Do you think they will find something?” the eyepatched Impmon asked, as they watched Soleil and Lune being broadcasted on Unryuuji Naito’s computer, by using Dracumon’s spared eye to spy on the kids.

“Hmmm, would we do something about this?” Then, Naito looked at the other human who definitely was supposed to be the faux Kaiser.

“I think not, and if they discover something… It might lead them to Ichijouji Ken, not to me.”

“Should we do something today?” Impmon asked the humans and Dracmon, “It would be fun~”

“You want to have fun, huh… Then, go ahead and enjoy the season,” then, the faux Kaiser tossed a shard to Impmon.

“YAY!!”

“Merry Christmas!!”  

A wild festive Daisuke popped on Iori’s doorstep. Iori was not sure what Daisuke was doing wearing a red, white and green version of his Digital World outfit. Or rather where did he get those.

“Daisuke-san, what are you--”

“C’mon! It’s Christmas! You can’t go to a party without getting into the spirit of it!!”

“... Sorry, I do not understand your point.”

“We want to cheer everyone up!” V-mon added, he was wearing a reindeer red nose and antlers, “You know what this means right??”

“No we don’t, dagya” Armadimon had a tired expression on his face. Same as Iori.

“Then, we’re goin’ to help ya~” Daisuke chuckled.

“...”

“...”

Iori closes the door on Daisuke and V-mon’s faces.

“C’MON IORI, IT’S CHRISTMAS!!” Daisuke shouted outside.

“Why does he have to do that every single year , sigh” Iori growled.

“Maybe he just wanted us to have fun after all the awful things happening to us?” Armadimon wondered.

“Hmm…”

“Hey, Iori what if we just…” then he whispered something in Iori's ear.

 “Oh, I’m not sure but we can try that.”

Outside, Daisuke and V-mon just gave up and left. They just pass by Takeru and Patamon.

“Daisuke-kun, V-mon-- Why the long faces?”

“Our faces are not that long…” V-mon pouted.

“He meant why we are sad,” Daisuke sighed, “Well, I think we should make something cooler for the party, to cheer everyone up.”

“Like what?” Patamon asked.

“Daisuke wanted everyone to feel the Christmas spirit!”

“You didn’t try to force Iori to do something he didn’t want to, did you?” Patamon blinked his eyes, while Takeru only sighed.

“Was it that bad?” V-mon frowned.

“No, we didn’t want him to do something like that!” Daisuke defended himself, “We just wanted… To have fun together, y’know, all of us…”

“You’re not planning to put a reindeer antler on him, or were you?” Takeru asked, then saw Daisuke and V-mon chuckling nervously, “Daisuke-kun…”

“W-what!? I don’t… I don’t mean antlers dude!!” and the goggle boy babbled, “M-maybe just a Santa hat…?”

“Daisuke(-kun)” Takeru and Patamon glanced at him with annoyed faces. 

“... S-sorry…” he gave up and sighed.

“Well, I’m up to the funsies!” Takeru smiled, “So you can give me those hats and antlers.”

“H-huh!?”

“What? Didn’t you say you wanted to raise everyone’s spirits?” Patamon crossed his paws on the top of Takeru’s head.

“But how do you raise spirits?” V-mon blinked.

“He meant to cheer everyone up,” Daisuke and Takeru explained.

“Yeah, I do but…” Daisuke blushed a little, being a bit embarrassed by this.

“Then, let’s do it!” Takeru grabbed his arm and dragged him to the elevator.

“W-what--”

“Hey wait for me!!” V-mon ran after them.

“I know you’re busy but you can’t just spend the holidays alone, Taichi!” HIkari pouted, she was with Taichi on the phone.

“Sorry, I got a cold… A-and I just moved out, I need to unpack stuff!!”

“Sigh, you will really do that to me!? And to everyone!? At least spend time with your family!!”

“... Oh no the call is getting cut by the elevator!! I can’t hear you--”

Then, he just hung up. Hikari was staring at the phone in her hand with a murderous gaze.

“What did he say?” Agumon asked Hikari.

“He said he can’t come” she shook her head, “What’s going on with him lately…!?”

“I hope this doesn’t mean he’s drifting away from us,” Tailmon shrugged, “I never saw Taichi being like this, or just leaving Agumon at home.”

“... Maybe he’s still ashamed of forcing Agumon to evolve with that shard?” Hikari mused, and Agumon just frowned by remembering what happened to him and Taichi previously.

“It wasn’t Taichi’s fault!” Agumon said, but he was pretty aware Hikari and Tailmon knew that already, “But I think we will have to leave him to heal at his own pace… Takeru suffered something like that too, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did,” Tailmon replied with a nod, “seeing Patamon evolve into a Devimon variation triggered him some panic attack with rage, according to him.”

“But… why would Taichi…”

“We don’t know” Hikari looked at Agumon, “But we know he will get over it soon. Anyway, do you want to come with us?”

“Hmm… Will everyone go?”

“We still got no answers from the others, only from Daisuke-kun, Miyako-san, Iori-kun, Ichijouji-kun, and Takeru-kun.”

“We hope they can jump in later,” Tailmon added.

“But weren’t they also attacked by the bad guys too?” Agumon had a point. Only Mimi and Koushiro managed to escape by sheer luck. Taichi, Yamato, Sora and Joe were attacked by those enemies… And some of them were fused into a digimon-form with their own digimon partners.

“True…” Hikari frowned.

“They might be still in shock, and have to recover too…” Agumon said; he and Tailmon sighed.

“A-anyway, we should get ready for the party…”

“Where will it be this time?” Tailmon looked at Hikari.

“They are too quiet…” Ken couldn’t stop thinking about the fake shards and the faux Digimon Kaiser. 

Pucchiemon was just having fun at the kitchen cooking with his mother for their little casual party for the group and hoping their seniors could just join them later. The idea came immediately from Miyako and he reinforced it as fast as he could. He wanted to make everyone -- Daisuke especially -- to stress relief. Maybe because of the heavy stupid thing Daisuke had told him. But little did he know that Miyako would be doing this too to cheer him up after all the awful things happening to him as well.

It doesn’t matter, Mrs. Ichijouji was happy to help and to offer their home for Ken’s small party.

“Quiet…?” Ah, Noel was there too. Maybe because Ken called him there, “You could take a day off from this case and just enjoy the moment. No news means good news sometimes.”

“Yes, I know. But they seem to be plotting something…”

“Did you discover something, mademoiselle Espimon?” Noel asked her by using a hologram coming from his wristwatch. 

“Hmmmmm” she took a moment to answer, “Not yet, but I think I detected a strong Digimental fragment energy right now…”

“Right now!?” Ken and Noel exclaimed.

“I guess you were right, Ichijouji-san, pardon moi …”

“It’s okay, you also had a point too… We need to stop whoever is going amok this time and relax.”

“Indeed… Shall we go, then.”

Ken’s message made everyone stop doing whatever they were doing and go to the coordinates in the text.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” the eyepatch Impmon was enjoying the chaos caused by their victim, who was evolved into…  “Yes, YES! RUN AWAY, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM DAIPENMON ’S FURY!!”

“STOP RIGHT THERE, IMPMON!!”

“Huh??” From the top of DaiPenmon, Impmon looked to the 02 group and Noel on the floor, “Meh, it’s you brats again!!”

“WHO THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING A BRAT, YOU BRAT!?” Daisuke snapped.

“What are you pathetic clowns wearing?? A circus attire?” Impmon yelled from there.

“Huh??” V-mon blinked, “What do ya mea--”

A quick look at each other could tell Miyako had no time to remove her apron and that she had chocolate batter on her face. Iori suspiciously was dressed all red and Armadimon had antlers and a red nose. Daisuke also had the same outfit from the time he talked with Iori, with antlers instead of the googles (the precious item was lying on his neck) this time, V-mon now had a red Santa hat, while Takeru had a winter hat with antlers and the red nose on plus a red coat over his periglacial blue shirt . Only Hikari, Ken and Noel seemed… normal.

“What were you guys doing…?” Ken blinked.

The suspicious ones started talking all together and no one was able to understand each other.

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER NOW!!” Tailmon hissed, “We have to save whoever was turned into a DaiPenmon!!”

“R-right (dagya)!!”

“Seriously, you’re a waste of time…” Impmon sighed.

“Say that to our faces, you creep!” Miyako shouted.

“DaiPenmon, turn them into Chosen Children flavored Ice Cream!”

“Non, tu ne le feras pas.” Noel said.

The child-level digimon evolved into their adult forms, and then jogressed with their other digimon Jogress components into Paildramon, Silphymon and Shakkoumon.

Except Paildramon had the Santa hat and Shakkoumon the antlers and red nose.

“YOU GOTTA BE JOKIN’ HERE, YOU INSECTS!!” Impmon growled, “DaiPenmon, ATTACK!!”

“This is one festive combination that happens once a year, you Scrooge/ungrateful!” Daisuke and Takeru complained, but Iori was quite silent though.

“This is NOT the right time to argue about that!!” Ken shouted, angrily.

“I agree… They should’ve removed those while evolving…” Iori muttered, uncomfortably.

DaiPenmon tried to smash the Jogress digimon trio, but its moves were too slow for them. Shakkmoumon was shielding the 02 team though, alongside Noel’s magician tricks.

“WHY ARE YOU NOT HITTING THEM, YOU FOOL!?” Impmon shouted again, “HIT THEM, NOW!!”

“Esgrima!!” Paildramon used their cables to immobilize DaiPenmon. Then, they looked at Silphymon, and their Stingmon side said, “Silphymon localize the shard and remove it, now!”

“Alright!” Silphymon used their visor to scan the giant Ice Maker Penguin.

“HEY HEY HEY, LET IT GO!!” Impmon complained in a growl, “YOU’RE RUINING MY FUN!!”

“Your fun is not allowed in this world!” Miyako snapped, “How dare you ruin my cookies and cake for our party!?”

“I don’t care!! I like causing a fuss, you old lady!!”

“What did you call me!?” Miyako’s eyes were turned into flames, she clenched her fists and had to be held by Ken and Takeru or else she would join the fight, climb DaiPenmon and unleash her ire on that pipsqueak digimon -- “LET ME GO, GUYS! LET ME GO!!”

“He’s-- He’s trying to provoke you, Miyako-san!” Takeru babbled.

“Don’t let him hit you,” Ken added, “P-Please.”

Meanwhile Silphymon had found the shard -- a green gem -- inside the giant red-pinkish ice held by the foe digimon.

“There!!” Silphymon (Tailmon side) exclaimed, pointing at the target.

“Shakkoumon, aim at the left ice cream!” Iori ordered.

“Roger,” Shakkoumon replied, and then aimed at the strawberry popsicle, “Aramitama.” And released the laser beams from their eyes.

“NO!!” Impmon screeched in panic!!

The popsicle melted and with this, the gem was also destroyed, making DaiPenmon revert back into a Penmon and her human partner. Impmon managed to jump to the top of a short building next to them and gritted their teeth.

“NO FUN, YOU RUINED MY WINTER HOLIDAY!!” Impmon yelled.

“Now all we need to do is catch you!!” Paildramon (XV-mon side) said as they fired their finger cables at Impmon, but the masked human with a Matadrmon appeared and repelled them.

“YOU AGAIN!?” Daisuke exclaimed.

“... Enjoy your night, we might get serious next time we meet.” and then he and the other two digimon vanished before they all could catch the enemy trio.

“DARN IT!” V-mon shouted in distress, “We almost ALMOST caught one of them!!”

“It’s okay V-mon,” Ken looked at the digimon, now in their usual level forms, “We will get them soon.”

“Ichijouji-san is right” Noel tried to comfort them all, “But, let’s say it wasn’t all lost.”

“? What do you mean?” Iori asked, and everyone was also curious.

“Hoho, I wasn’t just watching…” Noel chuckled, then showed them his wristwatch, “ Mademoiselle Espimon, you put the tracker on them right?”

“Aye, sir!”

“Wow, Noel-kun how did you--” Takeru exclaimed while everyone’s surprising reactions were either silent or just noises like ‘huh!!’

“Hehe, while Impmon was making fun of us, she sneaked in the battle field and put the nano-tracker on them, comme un professionnel~ ” 

“That’s great, Noel!” Daisuke gave him a noogie on the head.

“But our party will not be happening because… the cookies and cake…” Miyako dramatically cried.

“I can help you bake another batch,” Hikari offered help with a smile.

“Oh me too, me too!” Daisuke added.

“You could come too,” Takeru looked at Noel, “At least have a break today.”

“Oh, merci . But I’m… I’m used to having my own way to celebrate the holidays.”

“Like…?” Patamon asked.

“So um… I… Human World’s Christmas day is the time i actually turned into Arsenemon.”

“So that’s why you’re called ‘Noel’, huh…” Takeru commented.

“Huh? What do ya mean?” Daisuke blinked, “I thought it was a fancy French name…”

“Oh, it is a name too, but… ‘Nöel’ also means ‘Christmas’ in French“ Noel himself explained.

“Oh… Cool” Daisuke was indeed interested.

“Well, I have to go. Have fun at your party~” he chuckled, “Joyeux noël, mes amis~”

And then Noel just left.

As expected, none of their seniors came to their small party. But Hikari brought Agumon with her, and she and Daisuke helped Miyako to bake a new batch of cookies (the cake she just got from a store) -- and they just looked at Iori suspiciously still wearing full red outfits.

Ken went to talk to him, “You were acting a little odd today, what’s wrong?”

“Ah… Uh… It was Armadimon’s idea, but...”

“You can tell me, I won’t ruin the fun.”

“... Armadimon said Christmas parties should have a Santa, and…”

“You don’t need to do that if you don’t want to,” Ken smiled, “It’s okay.”

“I…”

“Hey watcha talkin’??” Daisuke popped in, “That’s not usual from ya’ll.”

“Actually I have an idea” Ken dragged Daisuke to his room.

“Huh, wait what… Where are we goin--”

“Just be quiet and come with me.”

Armadimon came in, and looked at Iori, “Did it work?”

Iori just giggled, “Probably.”

“What were you two planning?” Takeru and Patamon passed by.

“Nothing, nothing (dagya)” Iori and Armadimon replied with a chuckle.

Takeru and Patamon looked at each other.

“Ok, where’s Daisuke…” V-mon frowned.

“And Ken-chan?” Wormmon asked next.

Ken just left the room, cheerfully. Miyako just went to him and asked: “Why are you chuckling??”

“Well, Iori-kun said a Christmas party must have a Santa so…”

“??”

The door from Ken’s room opened with a “HO HO HO” echoing in the apartment. This dramatic entrance was pretty recognizable for everyone, but the digimon were still alarmed by the previous battle that they just jumped on Santa the moment he left the room.

Except Tailmon. Because Tailmon managed to figure things out.

“Wait everyone--” the cat-like digimon tried to stop them, but it was too late.

“--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

The human partners were concerned about Daisuke right now. Spirals could be seen in his eyes… Ken and the others retrieved their digimon from the top of their unlucky friend (Hikari retrieved V-mon instead)

“Huh??” V-mon blinked, “What?”

“Ack!!” Daisuke got up from the ground “What’s wrong with y’all!?”

“He sounds like Daisuke,” Patamon blinked.

“You’re kiddin’ right?” Santa Daisuke pouted, “It’s me, but now that you attacked Santa you won’t get presents…”

“What!? No fair!!” the digimon (minus Tailmon) complained.

“... It’s what I would say, but you all saved someone’s life tonight so y’all are on the List of Nice Digimon.”

“YAY!!”

Miyako dragged Ken to the corridor of the apartment, to talk with him without interrupting the others. 

“You did it on purpose, right? You could’ve warned us…”

“Oh” Ken chuckled, “Iori-kun had that idea but couldn’t commit to it. I was only helping a friend~ And Besides… Daisuke is good with the digimon.”

They gave a glance at the confirmation of that -- He was enjoying playing with the digimon, alongside Hikari and Takeru. Iori and Tailmon were just watching them, with a smile on their faces.

“True, he’s perfect for this job. I wonder who told you that~”

“I’m glad he’s feeling better now, he said something… terrible weeks ago…”

“I know you’re worried about him, but how about you? You were also needing to cheer up a little.”

“... Thanks for the concern, I appreciate it.”

“Ho, Ho, Ho~ Santa Daisuke’s goin’ to eat all the cookies and cakes and fried chicken if you two don’t come~”

“H-HEY DON’T DARE TO EAT ALL OF THAT ALONE, DAISUKE!” She shouted and then went back to the party.

It ended up being a good night though… It’s all well when it ends well~

[ryker-writes]

Hello Ryker! Congratulations on 1.2k! This is the first time anon request in anything ever. So I'm sorry if I did this incorrectly and if I added too much information 🙏 But I would like you to matchmake my oc!

Physical appearance : 168 cm (as tall as Kalim), they have tan skin, shot black messy hair, black almond eyes, tooth gap, wears oversized teal jacket over their uniform, a scar near the corner of their right eye, wears oversized grey jacket, also they have eyebags and hooked nose

Likes :

They love getting up early so they could go on a morning run in the open field for fresh air while also foraging through the woods nearby Ramshackle, making new recipes out of the ingredients they find and surprisingly it's good ( their specialty is frying up chicken of the woods mushroom ). Adding on they love gathering trinkets and any unused materials to make new pieces of art!

And they also love musicals. They are a huge musical nerd and memorized almost every line and act. Sometimes unconsciously singing and dancing around the room acting like they are one of the musical cast. But other than musicals, they are a big nerd for history and math equally and actually enjoys solving math problems for fun (of course when there is no time limit and they could actually take their time to solve it). They like teaching/helping younger kids or classmates with subjects they are still confused about!

Dislikes :

They hate seeing others being mistreated despite not knowing them personally. They won't hesitate to confront the mistreatment and doesn't care if it would potentially cause a physical fight. Hates dark cramped places ( they have claustrophobia ). Despite loving all creatures (even insects, they wouldn't even hurt a fly or even a cockroach) they despise leeches.

Hobbies :

They have a lot of hobbies, tend picking up new stuff to indulge to when they got bored with the usuals. But their main is still drawing (whether it'd be digital or painting on the canvas), singing, playing the piano (or sometimes guitar or flute too), and running.

More info :

They are a yuu. They are a model student back in their world despite not being in the top 10 ranks. Bad at forming the right words to say so they tend to show it through their actions. Honest to fault. Still looks calm and collected when faced with a crisis. They will find new ways to save or earn money. Street smart and very independent. Despite their weak physique, they can endure any harsh environment or training. Addicted to caffeine and sleep deprived please someone tell them to sleep

Love language :

Physical affection and acts of service

They don't have any preferences so just go wild >:D

Thank you so much anon! I know you meant actual leeches for the dislikes but my brain automatically read it as the tweels lmao

"Welcome in dear anon! I'm happy to deliver your match for you. I need you to hear me out, but I got a strong feeling for this one.

Ever since I started reading it just screamed Jack as a good match."

tall and smol

the two of them definitely go on runs together at real early hours of the morning

I see Jack wanting to go foraging with them and adding to the little trinket collection

Jack isn't much of a musical person himself, but he loves to watch and listen to them sing and dance

it's like something magical to him that he could just sit there and watch all day

whenever he sees them helping teach others and kids he falls more in love

Jack is great with kids and will help them any way he can

they dislike the same things when it comes to how people treat others!

he is also so careful about making sure they're never in a dark cramped space

and if they somehow end up in one, Jack will be there to help and support them any way he can

I said it already but Jack loves just watching them do their hobbies like drawing or singing

he really loves how different they guys are and how both of them go well together despite having different hobbies and everything

Jack loves their honesty and the two of them communicate very well

both of them place a higher value in actions over words and struggle to form words

light physical affection and acts of service all the way!

Jack is such an acts of service boy both giving and receiving

both of them are honestly so cute in the mental image I have and honestly couple goals

he only chooses one partner for life so I hope they go well together!