#typed this up while making spaghetti...does this make sense

[dolusectus]

The repetitive mechanics in-game is what helped shaped Innogen.

Tapping here, tapping there. Then, end the day. It's real life, getting up, working, then going home and sleeping to just do it all over again. The day loops once again, and from minor changes to the big ones throughout, there's still room to make money. Hit the market stalls, docks, chalets, and work for Bailey - did they eat today? What was today's date again? Which way is home? They stay up late to do what they like, the sun is rising and their bed is calling. Maybe one more hour, once again, only getting four hours of sleep...the day loops once again.

They wonder how long it'll take until they really shut down.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

MUNCHIES!

Kelvin Harrison Jr X Reader

Summary: Your neighbor, Kelvin, invites you to the fair. After a night of fun you end up in his apartment.

Warnings: Short, Smut, Humor, Neighbors.

Part One.

Why does having a crush put you in a state of mental hell?

It happens too easily and too often because your crush is across the hall from you.

And his name is Kelvin.

A handsome man with a bright, magnetic smile and a sense of humor. You moved in two months prior to meeting Kelvin. He was the first to greet you, reaching out his hand to shake yours while you were on your way into work.

“I’m Kelvin, welcome to the neighborhood. Don’t be a stranger. I promise I don’t bite. If you need anything like…sugar, spaghetti, you name it, I got it for you!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Funny thing is, you did end up needing sugar. You were currently making a batch of edible chocolate chip cookies for a friend. You confused the sugar bag for flour and there was no way you were going back out to the market after dealing with all that traffic and road rage. Slipping on your Stitch slippers, you head out into the hall and across to Kelvin’s door.

Raising a fist, you suddenly become aware of how naked you feel. Cookie Monster boy shorts on. A barely there tank top. A chill swept across your chest, causing your nipples to harden. Turning, you shuffle back towards your apartment, but the sound of a door knob twisting caught your ear from behind.

“I’ll catch you when you get back from your trip, Kel!”

“Got a lot of work to do within the next month with press and all—”

Silence. You do a slow and dramatic turn, meeting the stunned faces of Kelvin and a friend of his you didn’t recognize. Kelvin had a lot of friends. It was hard to keep up with names and faces. Kelvin stood within his entryway with a velour, emerald green durag over his head, a white tank top, and black ball shorts. The friend, a tall, lanky black boy sporting a grey hoodie and matching joggers didn’t hold back as his eyes swept over your frame.

“Y/N? Girl, where you think you goin’ dressed like that?” Kelvin questioned with a fold of his arms and an arched brow. The corner of his beautiful lips twitched, fighting the urge to laugh.

“So this Y/N? Dayum—”

Kelvin slapped his friend against the shoulder. They both share a look, communicating with their eyes. Y/N twisted her lips before a smile broke out across her pretty face. So…Kelvin talked about you to his friends?

Interesting. Definitely noted.

“My bad, love, I’m Roy. Nice to meet you.”

Roy held out his hand in greeting. You shake his hand before quickly releasing it. Your eyes linger on Kelvin’s face as the awkward silence stretched on. Roy cleared his throat, causing you to blink away from Kelvin’s hypnotic brown orbs.

“Nice to finally meet you. Be safe, bro.”

They bumped fists and Roy turned to leave.

“You didn’t answer my question, punk.”

You’d finally found your voice. You shove a foot towards Kelvin’s direction and he swatted it away.

“I ain’t no punk. And I was coming over to ask for some sugar. I got an edible order to make.” You finally reply.

Kelvin leaned against his doorway with a smirk and low eyes, “And none for me? What type of shit…”

“You got thirty dollars?” You quipped.

“I do. How fast can you make me some fruity pebbles?”

“As fast as that money is in my hand, Kelvin. Now, come on! I need sugar!”

You stomp in place like a spoiled brat. Kelvin’s eyes did a quick sweep of your shapely thighs and the peek of midriff that teased him.

“Take a picture! It’ll last longer!”

Kelvin gave you a skeptical look, “You wanted me to see you like this, huh? You ain’t slick.”

Kelvin took a few steps back, holding his apartment door open for you to enter. You give him a look and he inclined his head for you to come in. You’d never been inside of his apartment. He’d been in yours a few times to help you bring groceries in. As you walk forward, the smell of sativa titillated your nose. With a hint of hazelnut cream.

“Brown or white?”

You focus on his back. The dip in his back in particular. You could see muscle definition in his arms and upper back. You knew he’d been going harder in the gym with his personal trainer lately from his ig stories. Preparing for a role possibly. Whatever the case, you were pleased.

Huh?” You finally reply.

Kelvin looked over his shoulder at you with elevated brows.

“Brown or white sugar?”

“White.”

Kelvin snorted a laugh, “And here I thought I daydream too much.”

Kelvin opened his walk–in pantry. He reappeared two seconds later with a big storage container filled with sugar. He found a zip–lock and filled it generously with enough sugar to last you some time.

“You didn’t need to give me that much, Kel,” you accept the bag, holding it against your chest to conceal your nipples.

“I’m just tryna look out for you, girl. Plus, I want my fruity pebbles and my coochie—I mean cookies!”

Kelvin threw a hand over his mouth and you both burst into a fit of laughter. Kelvin doubled over with a hand against his stomach and you flew your body over his kitchen counter. Tears ran down your cheeks, and Kelvin’s boisterous smile and open mouth laugh didn’t help to contain your cackling.

“I had too much weed! Oh shit! Whew!” Kelvin used his thumb to swipe away tears, “Coochie sound good though I ain’t gon lie to you!”

“You make me sick! I’m leaving!”

You turn to leave but Kelvin grabbed you by the waist. You look back at him and couldn’t help but to laugh again. His touch against your skin sent signals to your nerves and your body did a jolt that you couldn’t control. He smelled amazing and his glassy skin looked delectable. Beyond his lashes you could tell from the whites of his eyes that he’d smoked some good shit.

“Who said you could leave me alone? Remember what I said happened the last time I smoked silver haze?” Kelvin whispered against your ear.

“I don’t remember nor do I give a fuck!”

You screech when Kelvin tried to tickle you. Your squirming became too much so he released you.

“I got a couple blunts left if you wanna chill with me?”

Kelvin tucked his chin and wagged his brows at you. You narrow your eyes at him.

“I have to get this order finished. If you want, come help me out and we can smoke.”

Kelvin tapped his chin in thought. Too long for your patience.

“It’s either a yes or a no, Kelvin!” You shout with a smile.

“Aight, I’ll come over. Let me grab my chips first.”

Kelvin opened his pantry again and you waited for him while walked back towards the door. Your curious eyes scanned his eclectically stylish apartment until your eyes came upon a painting.

“Honey Dripping. That’s the name of it.”

You jump slightly from being startled. Kelvin was amused with your response, eyes twinkling with mischief. You turn your attention back to the painting.

“Why this one in particular?” You question.

“It’s beautiful. It shows appreciation to the female anatomy. And I love coochie…or did you forget the slip of my tongue back in the kitchen?”

The playful edge to his voice sparked a horniness within you. Kelvin took his place next to you while munching on Lay’s chips. He chewed and admired the painting with wondrous enthusiasm.

“Anyway, you ready to head out? Them Cookie Monster shorts had enough fun for one night, ma.”

You shove him jokingly before leading the way out of his apartment. Kelvin grabbed his keys and slipped on some crocs along the way. Still, the painting and his words remained on your mind.

——

You allow Kelvin to add the chocolate chips before mixing the thick batter. The sound of Tyler The Creator playing from your Bluetooth had the two of you grooving. Kelvin cut some parchment to line the cookie sheet while you took a break to puff on a blunt. French inhaling the smoke, you pass it to Kelvin who accepted the blunt between his thumb and pointer finger, toting it before expertly blowing the smoke away from you.

You open the oven and Kelvin slipped the tray inside.

“See what team work can do?” Kelvin brushed his hands.

“Maybe asking you for sugar was the right thing to do after all.”

You wink at him while gathering your dishes to clean. Kelvin perched himself next to you with a towel to dry.

“Got any plans tomorrow?” Kelvin asked after placing a clean mixing bowl in the dish rack.

“No. Why?” You glance at him with bright eyes.

“There’s a fair…heard about it?”

“I did. Was gonna buy two tickets but that didn’t work out.”

Kelvin pouted his bottom lip with curiosity, “What happened?”

“…long story,” you huffed, “Shortened version? This dude I met on Hinge, found out he was seeing my friend.”

“OUCH. That’s fucked up,” Kelvin accepted a whisk, “Happy you dodged that bullet and here I am to save the day!”

You laugh, “Mr. Harrison, are you asking me on a date?”

You jutted your hip out and gave Kelvin a flirty look with a little smile. He licked his lips before chuckling. His eyes danced across your face and that look was doing things to you.

“I guess I am, huh?” Kelvin nibbled on his bottom lip, “Well? Can I take you to the fair, Y/N?”

You played it cool by giving him a nod in acceptance and a coy smile. On the inside, you were doing flips and cheers. After months of the back and forth, he made the first move. As he should. You’d dropped hints plenty of times. This didn’t mean anything yet. It could be a simple friend date. A date with Kelvin of any kind was enough for you.

“Then it’s a date. I’ll pick you up at three?”

“Three is good.”

You both finish up and head to your living room to smoke and watch a little TV. Kelvin made himself comfortable on the floor while you laid on your side on the sofa. Head propped up against your arm, you put on a random Marvel movie. Kelvin brought his knees up and draped his arms over it. You tap his shoulder with your acrylic french tip and he cut his eyes at you before accepting the blunt to keep the rotation flowing.

“You like roller coasters?” Kelvin asked.

“I do.”

“How about drop towers?”

“Nah,” you take the blunt, “Had a bad experience on one before.”

“You got stuck?” Kelvin turned his body fully, giving you a shocked look with his mouth hanging open.

“I did! Happened when I was eleven. Six flags. The ride started up out of nowhere and that drop almost made me see heaven. No more.”

Kelvin threw his head back and laughed. The fabric of his durag stroked your knee and it caused goosebumps to appear on your arms.

“I hate anything that spins. Shit makes me sick.” Kelvin revealed with a look of disgust.

“Let me guess, made you vomit?”

“Yeah! I hate feeling dizzy. That over and over again spinning drives me nuts!”

Bet, remind me to put you on the cyclone for torture when you piss me off.” You replied jokingly.

Kelvin sat up on his knees to face you.

“That’s if you can even force me to do it. Look at all this,” Kelvin flexed, showing off muscles and lifted his shirt to give you a glance at his abs, “Too strong!”

“Kelvin, we’re the same height. And last time I checked, your friend Aaron got you beat in that department—HEY!”

Kelvin had snatched your slippers off and started tickling your feet. You writhed on the sofa, kicking a squealing, trying to fight him off.

“OKAY! okayokayokay! I’m sorry!” You were blinded by tears and your laughter couldn’t be contained, “KELVIN! YOU WIN! OKAY!”

“That’s not what I want to hear, Y/N.”

Kelvin grabbed you by the ankles, your body tumbling to the throw rug. Kelvin climbed over you to hold your wrists above your head. You move your head to get your braids from your eyes and focus on Kelvin’s face. Your chest rose and fell with deep breaths and he blinked down at you with a condescending smile.

“Where’s the blunt?!”

“On the tray. Don’t try to deflect. What was that about Aaron?!”

“I was only kidding!” You replied.

“Mhm. Don’t let me find out you’ve been checking him out, punk.”

You liked this side of Kelvin. The way he had you trapped beneath him and the glint in his eyes with that sexy smirk had you a wet mess. You wanted to see how far he’d go.

“Can I share something with you, Kel?”

He tilted his head, gold chain dangling in your face, “Yeah? What’s that.”

“Well,” you look heavenward, “I always wondered what it’ll be like to…have Aaron do arm curls while using me as weights—STOP!”

“Keep it up! I can do this all night!” Kelvin said between laughter.

The timer beeped on the oven, alerting you that the cookies were ready. Kelvin sucked his teeth before releasing you. He helped you up from the floor, but suddenly he lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You wiggle your feet while he carried you towards the kitchen.

“Put me down before you drop me!”

Kelvin sat you down on the counter and grabbed the oven mitts. He took the cookies out and sat them on top of the stove. The smell of the freshly baked treat wafted your nose and made your mouth water.

“Why must you act up, Y/N? See, I would punish you…but you ain’t ready for that.”

You fold your leg over the other and tilt your head.

“What exactly is a punishment from Mr. Harrison entail?”

“You ain’t ready for that, Y/N.”

Kelvin removed the mitts.

“I’m a head out. I gotta get up early to train and take care of some other shit before I come scoop you for the fair…”

You were too late at hiding your disappointment. Kelvin worried his brows and pouted his lip.

“Awww I’ll miss your annoying ass too.” Kelvin walked up to you and gave you a kiss to the cheek, “Get some sleep. I want you energized for the fair tomorrow. We got a lot of shenanigans to get into, ma!”

Kelvin snatched up his keys and slipped on his crocs. You were still stuck on the kiss that tingled your cheek. His lips were indeed soft like a Tempur-pedic mattress. Probably tasted good to. His mouth had to taste good.

“Come walk me to the door.”

You hop down from the counter and follow Kelvin. He opened the door, pausing with his head against it and giving you a dreamy look that had you giggling.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N. Take your ass to bed.” Kelvin grabbed your hand and kissed it like a gentleman.

“Dream about me like I know you will.”

He licked his lips slowly, hazy eyes falling to your lips.

“I just might.”

——

Stay tuned for part two! 😍

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[14dayswithyou]

Good day😗

Is Ren a soft Yandere? He doesn't look like a regular Yandere I know, he just looks like a soft Yandere,

And one more question, how did the name [REDACTED] come about, does it have a hidden meaning? Sorry if I repeat the question

⌞♥⌝ Next time, I'd like to kindly ask that you read the pinned post and include the secret phrase. But because I get this question asked a lot, I'll answer it now.

I personally don't think Ren is a soft yandere by any means (barring when it comes to Angel), but I do think the reason why most people view him as such is because I barely receive any yandere-esque questions on Tumblr anymore, which has lead to this somewhat sanitised outlook on Ren ^^;

I typically receive very standard, mundane, and HR-appropriate asks (/pos, /nm) that don't encroach on that territory, so Ren's overall characterisation tends to end up being watered down into "generic, overly supportive boyfriend who's secretly obsessed with you". And while I genuinely have nothing against these family-friendly asks, they also don't really give me much room to talk about Ren in a more... morbid sense jhgjhsg

It's difficult for me to turn "How would Ren react to Angel owning a pet worm?", "Does Ren know how to make spaghetti?", "Can Ren play the saxophone?", etc, into something darker than it needs to be, but I also don't want to discourage folks from sending in these kinds of questions either. I know they're just curious and want to have their headcanons acknowledged, and again, I have nothing against these types of asks.

They're definitely fun to answer (/gen), but they just... don't give me much opportunity to take it a step further ;v;

Also! I'd like folks to be more aware of the fact that Ren is literally trying to come across like a normal person in the game, so I can't exactly showcase how far he's willing to take things without portraying him incorrectly or spoiling something. I know this is somewhat of a double-edged sword, but I've always been open to answering "what if" scenarios that take place in an AU/non-canon setting (such as how Ren would react if Angel wanted to partake in his Red Room activities).

Anyways!! Enough of that >:3 You also asked about how [REDACTED] came about, and it's literally just the placeholder text Ren uses during the library scene in day 1 to hide his real name from the player!

Folks started speculating that it was Ren's real identity slipping through, so they started referring to him as "[REDACTED]". It's also my way of differentiating between Ren and [REDACTED] without having to reveal his real name.

[laswells-ashtray]

It’s 9 AM where I am now and I have work at 10 (no car). I’m pretty certain I have some type of chest cold/phenomena, but I’m not 100% sure. And I’m on my period.

Can you info dump about all of the little COD ideas you have in your head so I can read about it on my break or when I get off? If that makes sense? It doesn’t have to be full stories, just the Autism Thoughts.

Damn, and to think I just had dinner. To be fair it was an early dinner but it was homemade spaghetti and it was fucking banging. Don't die of illness and such, also if you've cursed me I swear to God because whenever anyone tells me about their period I end up synced with them and that's happened seven separate times. It's like fucked up Bluetooth. And to the one person who reads this and thinks I'm oversharing, what are you gonna do about it?

Ghost has, and will again smack Soap across the back of the head for referring to food as "orgasmic" in public.

Nikolai has a penchant for hazelnut Happy Hippos. He has sworn John to secrecy but God forbid that man smoke a joint and get near a box of those fuckers.

Alejandro and Rudy once got into an argument because Rudy admitted that out of all of Alejandro's nieces and nephews, Rudy has a favourite. The argument only ended because after Rudy named his favourite, Alejandro realised that it was his favourite niece too.

Once while drunk, a baby gay let Kate hit her vape in a bar and Kate considers it the lowest she's ever gotten while drinking, this is nowhere near true. She threw up in a man's mouth when he tried to kiss her while she was drunk in her early twenties, she does not regret it. Nor should she.

On more than one occasion, Farah has woken up to find Alex's face smashed against her shoulder with him drooling on her shirt. She'll never say a word because it's endearing, it's adorable and if she told him he'd never sleep next to her again.

Speaking of, Alex is a wrestling guy. He's always liked The Undertaker bit, especially the entrance music but he doesn't like the man behind the costume. Follows Stone Cold on an Instagram account that he has mainly for watching reals, he likes photos of Stone Cold with his chickens or his cats. Loved the Punkintyre feud, and sided with Punk because he's a good ol American boy but Drew McIntyre awakens something deeply bisexual inside of him. Likes watching Cena and Bautista in any movies they're in, loved them back in the day. Fucking loves Toni Storm's transatlantic, old-timey actress bit.

Valeria is a reader, likes a good murder mystery with a glass of wine and some takeout. Will sit down to read a chapter or two and finish the book. She has a shelf full of her favourites, she'll read them online first but the ones she loves, she buys a copy of. The only non-murder mystery books she owns a physical copy of are the Jurassic Park novels but she bought ones with sophisticated covers so no one would be able to tell unless they open up to the inside page.

He isn't scared of them but Simon is deeply mistrusting of swans. He refuses to explain why to anyone, he just calls them cunts and moves on with his life.

John's go-to move when Nikolai is irritated with him is to drop to his knees and unzip Nik's zipper with his teeth. The Russian goes for it every time even when he knows it's just John's way of playing with him.

[cobra-creampuff]

anyway. from my experience with people grudgingly, hopelessly meeting the expectations put on them regardless of if those expectations were 'low' or 'high' or how much of a burden and/or painful confinement filling that role was for them - and in fact my experience with BEING one of those people (in both directions), and with plentiful support from the text before it became wall spaghetti...

i think mickey would get a lot of fulfillment from being expected to take care of someone, be a primary member of someone's support system, to know and understand and anticipate (within reason) someone else's needs, to be relied on and trusted.

his life from birth has come with the certainty from others - parents, teachers, peers, law enforcement, social workers, neighbors, distant bystanders to whom he's a theoretical or a statistic - that he will be a selfish, deadbeat, low-life criminal dirtbag. he'll be a shitty kid, a shitty student, a dropout, a criminal. he'll make a shitty fucking lover and a shitty fucking boyfriend and someday a shitty fucking husband and/or shitty father, if he manages to even make it that far. he'll be his own shitty, selfish, deadbeat, low-life criminal dirtbag father's willing lackey for life. he surely can't be that smart, he's naturally violent, and if he wasn't born pre-equipped with his family's signature absence of morals he's guaranteed to absorb it by puberty. expecting any better of him is just a waste of resources.

but then look at his actual character. iirc his literal character introduction is him protecting mandy. that he enacts his care via violence does not change that he is in fact acting with care (and i would argue that if ian actually had done what it's implied mandy accused him of, mickey's reaction would be pretty close to proportional lol).

the very first time his relationship with ian progresses, it's because ian tells mickey he needs him - paired with the fact that mickey refuses when ian just asks to see him, and has textually shown immediate risk to not doing so, but can't resist need. he seems not just jealous about ian's older lovers, but also to feel some type of way about their ages specifically - and eventually vengefully extorts them for it.

he starts beef with sasha when he realizes she's paying svetlana unfairly, and while it can be argued - and is completely understandable - that mickey doesn't give a shit about svetlana personally at this point, this is still a protective/providing act; if svetlana doesn't make enough money, the whole household suffers. personally, i would also argue that this plotline, though it goes very badly and mickey ends up doing worse - in some ways - by those women than sasha, is actually a moment of character development for mickey independent of his relationship to ian; he is attempting, on his own, to form and act upon an internal sense of right and wrong; in my opinion this could have been built on even though this specific instance was not successful. and it's not even in all ways that he's worse than sasha. he has no real obligation to find a solution to the situation he caused, even less so for the women other than his wife, but he does (even though it's a downgrade). and once he's taken that responsibility, he does extend his protective violence to "[his] girls". when somebody hits one of them, he makes a house call to that guy's place and not only kicks the shit out of him, but also tells on him to his wife to a) humiliate him in addition to beating him and b) ensure that he'll have longer lasting consequences than mickey can inflict. but of course all of this was narratively forgotten as soon as it wasn't convenient lol.

(he also looooves to make people dig their holes deeper with him. but that's not strictly on topic, just something that makes me giggle and kick my feet and draw little hearts around his name in my notebook. on the other hand, maybe i'll talk about his performative anger - telegraphed, loud - versus his genuine anger - quiet, calculated, with confidence in his ability to back it up that often makes it look like amusement. some other post.)

he also makes an earnest offer to assist with domestic labor while staying with the gallaghers - and is immediately judged for and dismissed as insincere for not knowing how.

so. while of course there would be the initial panic and defensiveness at the sudden shift, the certainty that he really can't be like that and asking him to is unfair, i think with just a little bit of understanding and encouragement, mickey would actually be not just willing to take on a caretaker type of role but happy to. lowkey flattered to have even been considered a legitimate option, validated by having the related expectations placed on him when he accepts, and fulfilled and rewarded by then actually performing the role. i think it would be hurtful and deeply insulting to him to be 'relieved' of the part on the basis of the belief that he couldn't or wouldn't want to do it. devastating, in fact.

AND! he would be pretty damn good at it, after an adjustment period. even with only low expectations to live down to and/or the only high expectations for him being of the non-caring variety, mickey still found ways to be protective, caring, and a provider that were doable within the context of his environment - whenever he doesn't think it's impossible to succeed.

(and say the shift wasn't really that sudden. say he had someone very important to him gradually increasing their expectations of him over a period of three or four years, someone he was close to who knew him very well, maybe even better than anyone else ever has, telling him every now and then "i know you can do better. i want better from you." just say, for example. like. hypothetically.)

contrast to ian, who has instead been living up to unasked for expectations his whole life. he's expected to help with his younger siblings, to contribute domestically and financially to his household, to hold down a steady job that his family relies on for basic needs as a young teenager. he's so smart, he's so charming, he's so sweet-looking; he's expected to excel academically, to have well-defined and locked-in ambitions for his far future Right Now, to be polite and level-headed and respectable at all times. he's 'so mature for his age' and 'resilient' - i.e. adults rely on him to fulfill their needs, and to not need anything from them in return. frank expects him to be able to take a few hits without being affected; monica expects him to be her best friend without needing her to be his mom; fiona expects him to need less of her attention than debbie, carl, or liam, and sometimes even than lip; kash not only has sex with him, but also expects him to meet kash's adult emotional needs, and gets violent and mean when ian doesn't do so. he's expected to come to mandy's rescue, and to patiently hold mickey's hand through his personal growth.

and most importantly, ian is expected to never, ever, ever do or say or think or feel anything that frank or monica would. or even to understand it. and when he has no choice but to have something fundamental in common with monica, he is immediately expected to behave exactly like her in every way, regardless of any other aspect of his own individual personality - which is the opposite of the first set of expectations in the worst possible way.

so again. while ian would be initially defensive and resistant to it out of conditioned pride for Not Needing, it would be an overall positive and healing experience for him to be taken care of (also again, within reason). to be doted on. to be the center of someone's attention without the expectation to cater to them because of it. to be able to feel his feelings and express them and not make sense and have it all be accepted even if it's not understood. to be able to fail and it not be the end of the fucking world, or a sign of the inevitable worse to come. to have the space and support to try a bunch of shit and fail at some of it and give some of it up and succeed but still move on to something else. to have someone who wants to know every little thing about him, all the good stuff and bad stuff and neutral boring stuff, who is glad to know every new thing they find out even if it's not what they were expecting or what they wanted to hear. someone who understands and is okay with it if he doesn't know some of that stuff either.

and. btw. all this is perfectly compatible as-is with their established/extrapolate-able sexual dynamic of mickey as the impatient masochistic bottom brat size queen who wants - or sometimes needs - to be 'convinced', and ian as the demanding selfish hard-to-impress hypersexual sadist top who wants his ego serviced as much as his body, both of them rough and tumble tough guys. BTW. By The Fucking Way. and fyi.

[sato111u]

gojo x reader (fluff and crack)

gojo doesn’t know how to cook, but he is willing to change that.

this was entitled to go a little wrong. but you still sat at the enormous table in gojo’s kitchen, and tried the unappealing dish your boyfriend put in front of you.

it all started when gojo announced that he was signing up for a cooking class.

truth is, gojo satoru doesn’t know how to cook. the more he tries, the more messed up the result is. however you boyfriend always felt bad for having to order food, or asking his maid (back at his parents house) to cook a meal for you everytime you went to his place. it was embarrassing.

this feeling grew even deeper, when you started to cook for him, even at his house and he just standed akwardly watching you cook so effortlessly.

but of course, gojo had his mind set on learning. he was good at everything he tried, so why was cooking so hard for him?

“be honest, how does it look?” you have never seen your boyfriend talk and look so serious in your life. he was trying his best and you could see it.

you knew that in order for him to grow and learn as a cook, you needed to be honest and tell him how unaesthetic the plate looked. but how could you? when you know he spent such a long time attempting to cook pasta for you.

you were trying to figure out just by looking at it, what type of sauce he used. it had a grey colour and you could see green mini leafy things in it.

instead of being brutally honest and hurt his feelings or brutally nice trying to sugarcoat the situation, you decided to try a different approach. trying to make him realize that this was very unsightly.

“before i judge, i think it’s far if you give me a proper presentation to your dish, satoru. not just put it in front of me with no introduction!!” - you said trying to sound as sweet as you could, but it still ended sounding a little aggressive.

“okay then, this is supposed to be stroganoff.” - he said proudly. “but…” , of course there was a but.

“i forgot to buy the chicken, so it’s simple pasta with the stroganoff sauce.” - you tried your best not to laugh at his explanation, simply nodding your head.

“what do you think of it, baby?” - satoru asked.

“well it looks very original! considering it doesn’t have the chicken, and….” - you said, trying to figure out what to say next. “it smells nice!” - that was no lie, it actually did not smell bad.

“mhm” - gojo said frowning. he could read you so easily and he knew what you were doing. “okay so what about the taste test, try it out darling.” - oh no. you did not wanted to taste this. chances were he added either too much salt or another condiment. but since you were a good girlfriend, you were going to try it.

you caught a few strands in your fork, and scooped a small amount of spaghetti. you blew on it like it was hot, and made eye contact with him while smiling akwardly. you were mentally preparing yourself for the disaster.

gojo crossed his arms already sensing you were not going to like it.

“it’s not hot, you don’t need to blow it!” - gojo said while frowning.

you finally brought the fork to your mouth and ate the bundle of spaghetti.

…

it tasted amazing.

“baby, this tastes amazing!” - you look at him with cheerful eyes and brought the fork back to the plate to collect more spaghetti.

gojo was convinced you were lying, that you were trying to protect his feelings. if it was someone else it wouldn’t affect him much, but with you? even the most stupid thing like your approval on a simple dish he made mattered. you could influence his confidence and mood with a simple response.

“i know it sucks, you don’t need to lie!” - now pouting, gojo breaks eye contact with you as he plays with the sleeve of his shirt.

“baby I am being 100% honest! try it” - you were truly amazed. the food was actually so good, the sauce was on point. was there anything your boyfriend couldn’t do as long as he set his mind on it? or was just the primal instinct of taking care of you that made him cook this delicious meal?

“so i get food poisoning? i’m not going to try it.” - he said while rest his head on his hand.

you scooped a fork full of spaghetti, got up and walked towards gojo. he looked at you with a confused expression and raised an eyebrow.

pushing his arm to the side, you sat on his lap and grabbed his face gently. this took him off guard.

“open your mouth satoru!” - you said assertively.

“only if you say ple-…” - and with that you shoved the fork on gojo’s mouth.

gojo grabbed your wrist gently, even though it was impossible to avoid not eating the spaghetti now.

he chew 3 times, and his face relaxes.

“it’s good!” - he said smiling. “ITS SO GOOD I DID IT!” he said pulling you for a big hug.

“YOU DID IT BABY! YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING COOK!!” - you celebrated his victory, proud of your boyfriend.

he pulled you for a quick kiss on the lips and you celebrated this moment.

“i mean, im satoru gojo, is there anything I can’t do?” - and of course, there it was. the sometimes cocky man you fell in love with.

end!

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feeling kinda nervous, first time i post!

thank you for reading <3

[th0rns-n-r0ses]

headcannon ~ making dinner

[Nobody asked but I thought this would be an adorable idea to do. So enjoy!!]

Axl ~

Would probably say that he's your kitchen assistant, but really, he's your taste tester

Always looking over your shoulder at what you're doing

Unless it's pizza. When it comes to pizza, you know he's gonna take full charge and make sure it's his ideal dinner

Suggesting new ingredients, not knowing if they're gonna go well with the flavors or not (He's gonna be a little bossy about it too)

Izzy ~

Yeah, no, he's in charge

You're the assistant, getting out ingredients for him or measuring things while he stirs/adds ingredients etc.

Though he's open to new ideas! I feel like he'd have a good sense of what would go together well and what wouldn't

Definitely would be a little bossy, but he's definitely kind about it

Slash ~

Slash comes off as the type of guy who would try to figure it out

You both decide on a recipe and he'd try to take charge

But whenever there's a problem he'd come up to you like "Uhhhh... I think I need help"

He'd kind of be like the intern, if that makes sense, learning what to do from you

Duff ~

Okay is it just me or would you like, dance around the kitchen together while getting out/putting away ingredients?? Like you've got music playing and you're just swaying around the kitchen with him as you put ingredients away

You'd likely split up the work evenly, like one of you does the measuring and such while the other mixes the ingredients together

HE'D HOLD YOUR WAIST AS YOU DO THINGS AND HES NOT BUSY HE JUST GIVES OFF THAT VIBE (and rest his chin on the top of your head because tall)

Suggesting new ideas to each other and both agreeing on the result

Steven ~

You guys is it just me or would Steven be super cute in the kitchen?? Like he'd always dip a finger into the sauce or something and give you feedback. "It's not salty enough" or "A little too spicy"

He'd also put something into your mouth to try, wanting your input

Popcorn would probably wash the dishes while you cook so there's no mess after and you can sit down and relax, not having to worry about dishes

Probably would add on other ideas. For example, you're making dinner with no pasta "Hey so we're having chicken parm tonight and I thought spaghetti would go well with it" (ʰᵉʰ ʰᵉʰ ˢᵖᵃᵍʰᵉᵗᵗⁱ ⁱⁿᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ)

[superjail-opinions]

Haii! I have a minor question for really anyone here in the fandom-

So I've decided to work on this silly crossover fic (idk if I'll post it, it's still in wip) but I have some questions about writing warden

Thing is, idk how to write the weirdo. Don't want to make him annoying, or too childish, or whatever so does anyone have suggestions for writing him? Much appreciated! :D

oooo!! i’ve been waiting for something like this!

he's a real oddball, anon, i'll give you that.

warden is childish and whimsical, very much in his own head (especially in after the second season), but he also has a commanding, vaguely sinister aura (this is really noticeable in the pilot). he's chaotic, unpredictable, deeply disturbed from... y'know, his everything, yet he is oh so meticulous when he's focused on something he wants. the blue print of a tumblr sexyman. while being charming and vain, he's also really dorky and immature (which ironically adds to his charm, therefore creating a black hole and sucking all of us in and turning us into sentient spaghetti noodles). he is blunt, he is camp, and by god is he cunty.

he absolutely loves attention and praise, but lashes out when he faces even the slightest hint of criticism. due to him being raised in a cold, colourless prison, he ended up the flashiest man you'll ever meet. this man has fatherly wounds so deep, you'd think that they're genetic, carved into his dna like a damn caveman drawing. the thought of betrayal terrifies him (as seen in "dream machine", where he has a full blown mental collapse over a dream).

he's the guy at your work who serves maximum cunt every time you see him, but he's also the type of guy to go to a waffle house specifically to watch people beat the shit out of each other. he's the type of guy who goes to brunch and eats scones while talking about the messiest gossip you've ever heard, but this motherfucker could also murder a whole crowd of people and his main complaint would be that he got blood on his shoes. one second he's drawing with crayons and making balloon animals out of condoms, jumping up and down like he's got no damn sense, and the next he's gleefully watching a man get all of his appendages get cut off with a rusty spoon.

i hope my essay helped you out at least a tiny bit.

[oneforthemunny]

Hiii Munster! 🎃 I love how passionate you are about Eddie's characterization and I wanted your thoughts on a headcanon that's been pinging around my head for a while. I know you do other Eddie versions (and I'm happy to hear about them too!!) but at his core, what's canon Eddie's spice tolerance? Because we only really saw him eat pretzels and Spaghetti O's so it's not like we have a real basis for his palette lol. I can't decide between whether he'd have plain tastebuds or be the type of boy to add hotsauce to something that's already spicy.

Lame thoughts, I know! But it's the little things I always wonder about when expanding on Eddie. I'd love to hear what you think (or if you have any headcanons you haven't expanded on yet that you want to discuss). Hope you're have a good week!

munster ahhh!!! that makes my heart so happy lol <3 not a lame question at all! i love learning little niche things about the characters, makes them feel more real.

older!eddie so this is kinda random but he has a spice tolerance that's not very high but is high for certain things. like chicken wings lmao. he can take the heat on some wings (just a little bc his stomach hurts) but like truly spicy food- real spicy food, fuck no.

rockstar!eddie has a very high tolerance, and i really think it's from traveling as much as he does. whether it was touring or later in life, he always wants to really experience different cultures and one of the best ways is through food for him. his is built up over time and he can handle all different levels and types of spice.

cowboy!eddie absolutely can not. like a jalepeno has him sweating and acting a fool bc it's "so fuckin' spicy". sometimes chili is too much for him if someone uses too much seasoning lmao.

bouncer!eddie... i don't know why but it just feels very niche for him to be able to handle any spice idk. like he genuinely can't taste the heat is like unbothered and everyone is floored??? he's a mystery of a human being fr.

dom!eddie can handle like pepper kind of spicy but not spices if that makes sense? if it's a vegetable ok fine, but if you season it and it's spicy he's gonna pass out or cry bc it's too hot.

mafia!eddie doesn't really like spicy. he can take it a little but he just doesn't seek it out. doesn't like bland food by any means, but doesn't like super spicy. likes that happy medium in the middle.

modern!eddie can't handle it very well, but forces himself too. he'll be sobbing trying to eat something that's so spicy, panting and drinking milk, but he won't stop. "it's so good, my mouth is just on fire." type vibe bc he's a lunatic.

janitor!eddie i feel like is pretty versatile depending on just how hot and spicy it is. like a medium type level on everything is what he prefers when he likes spicy food, but he's not like a person who eats spicy food a lot. more of a when he gets a craving guy.

[industria-adastra]

[Twisted Wonderland x Puella Magi Madoka Magica] - What to do when you reload in the wrong universe? - [HEARTSLAYBUL] - PART 2

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It’s LUNCHTIME. The time when everyone would fistfight each other for the special meal of the day. Tbh NRC has nice lunches; it’s a freaking buffet, for goodness sake. 

The group goes to get lunch, and things seem relatively peaceful. So of course, Grim starts a touch of chaos the moment Homura thinks it’s safe to let him go. Should’ve just kept Grim in a death grip until you got lunch, Homura.

By a touch of chaos, I mean Grim breaks someone’s (an upperclassman) carbonara spaghetti egg. And because NRC students don’t know when to pick their battles, they attempt to start a battle in the cafeteria (an awful decision, really).

Is Homura going to intervene? Am I going to make her intervene?

Yeah but not exactly in the way you’re guessing

She’s going to try, in her own way, to defuse the situation. This means as per tradition she’s going to actually make it escalate because Homura and persuasive speaking are like oil and water. Or maybe even like a grease fire and water.

Homura tries to bring up how stupid it is to, you know, fight with underclassmen over slightly damaged egg carbonara, of all things. An appeal to common sense (and a poke to their egos). Besides, weren’t they going to break the yolk anyways, since they were going to eat it? It’s a small, paltry thing to get so worked up about, in her all too blunt opinion.

This absolutely does not make the situation any better. In fact, it makes it worse, because now the seniors think they’re being condescended by a child. 

Ace and Yuu think they have never seen someone so bad at defusing the situation they turn the fire up to eleven. Ace, however, is a shining example of a pot encountering a kettle and not realising it has shared traits. Perhaps this is also foreshadowing for Ace’s later unfortunate choice of language. 

Due to plot convenience, these guys have about one brain cell rattling around in an abstract, collective shared mind space. They take one look at this kid and go “Freshman. Small. CAN TAKE ON IN A FIGHT.”

Actually, canon does kind of actively shove it in our faces how extraordinarily eager delinquent-type NRC students are to fight literally anyone. So maybe I am justified in making them try and fistfight a middle schooler. 

They try to engage Homura in a fight. Aka they’re doing that thing where someone puffs out their chest and squares up (literally). Homura is trying to back out because:

She’s shown to be rather non-confrontational in canon. 

In her experience, ignoring these people often works because they’re at least more bark than bite. (Or rather, Homura has sort of thought that by clamming herself up—metaphorically speaking—things won’t affect her as badly because before things…never really changed no matter how proactive she was (I am referring to both her past as a bullied child over something she had no control over, and her long-term experience with other volatile pubescent girls)

Homura would really like to not get punched in a cafeteria.

One of them attempts to get physical with Homura, who’s darting away as fast as possible. She’s not looking for a fight and would like to not show up to her next class looking like she just got in one.

Yuu is not having it. Deuce is not having it. Grim is not having it because while Homura scares him a little (read: a lot) he’s not gonna let these guys push around his #2 Henchman (henchwoman?). Ace is seemingly vibing in the background but actually, he high-key wants to see the guys get pummeled it’s a case of fire meets fire. Like, he’s a jerk himself but these guys were also jerks (also Homura is a little bit baby to him so it’s completely justified in his honest opinion.

Yuu is putting that swim training to good use by yoinking the offender’s arms and going “DO NOT.” Grim bites one of them. I don’t think he has magic rabies. Deuce wants to clock them but doesn’t because he’s in the public eye, so he just allows Yuu to go to town on them. Ace watches on the sidelines, noting Yuu’s great attachment to the girl with the magical equivalent of an automatic gun. He also thinks it’s hilarious that the mages are being bodied by the new non-magical student—conveniently ignoring the fact that Yuu most definitely never skipped arm, leg, and the rest of his body, day.

Homura is left wondering about the feeling one gets when people are willing to stand up for you. (She’s also left wondering if highschool would ever be as ridiculous as the one she was experiencing right now) Perhaps it’s a completely out-of-place feeling to be felt when watching someone body two people for you, but human emotions are irrational. To her, it’s a warm sort of feeling, even if she thinks she could’ve just dealt with it herself.

Mostly, I think Homura needs a few scenes to be protected, rather than constantly trying to be the strong one. 

The fight is resolved, and everyone’s hungry. Yuu has an allowance for food and other necessities here because Crowley would get Mcmurdered Mcssasined in his sleep if the staff knew he basically dumped off a bunch of otherworlders into a large shack and called it a day. That and I ooc-ed him a little into someone that sees these kids/Homura and goes, ok maybe they need a little something, at least.

Just enough so that there are no additional PR problems. Or so he says to himself. Oh, he boasts about it for sure, but it sounds as phoney as always.

Elaborating on this: Crowley often boasts about his kindness/generosity when he’s…definitely not being generous. So I think when he is doing something because he actually cares, then he justifies it weirdly to himself. Of course, this is simply pure imagination, and not strictly in line with his canonically displayed personality. 

I call it the “Homura sympathy effect”. When you see this emo little kid you just invite yourself in as her family/friend because it’s actually kind of depressing watching Homura if you observe carefully enough.

They finally buy lunch. Homura gets a plate of omurice. Yuu says it’s because Homura is a growing child. Homura is suddenly violently reminded that, yes, she can actually grow right now. 

She does her best to not choke on her food. This means she instead stares blankly at her food as if she’s been confronted with a crisis of unimaginable proportions.

Oh god, Homura thinks, Madoka doesn’t exist. Oh god, she continues to monologue in her head, I can’t access my powers anymore.

(She can’t go back if something goes irreversibly wrong, wrong, wrong—)

The omurice, to her, tastes really good. The egg is fresh and creamy; the rice combined with the demi-glace sauce and the soft vegetables should be normal on her tongue but maybe it’s been years and years, and sometimes she’d find that food tasted like nothing at all.

(Distantly, Homura thinks that Madoka will never be able to eat something like this ever again. Distantly, Homura wonders when the taste of fresh food ever become so foreign to her.)

But I suppose any kind of actually fresh food would taste good if you’ve been sustaining yourself off determination and cup noodles.

Just the bare minimum so you don’t waste magic making up for hunger.

Yuu carefully watches her eat as he does so himself. Ace and Deuce are bickering in the background and Grim is tearing into his own food with gusto. Homura mechanically eats her meal with the precision of a surgeon and the speed of a machine. He hopes that Homura liked the meal. He wonders what Homura would normally eat, all alone by herself.

Yuu gets the feeling that Homura hasn’t really been eating well for quite some time.

And then Cater shows up. 

Who is this guy? Homura has zero ideas. The rest of the group has many violent ideas. Oh, they tricked Yuu (and the others) into doing his work for him. Hm. (Down goes a couple of points for Homura’s opinion of Cater. While I’d say Homura does try her best to be not as judgemental as possible because goodness knows how much she herself has received, these are people she’s bonded with on some level, so a little bias (TM) comes into play. Even if Ace can be a jerk, and Grim's basically a bratty kid)

Ever the conversationalist, Homura’s as quiet as a church mouse. But that’s fine, since Cater’s deadlift the majority of the conversation anyways.

Cater is already evaluating the new member of the group aka Homura. He remembers Riddle complaining about certain people breaking school rules during the assembly. He is kind of surprised she's still here though, since knowing the headmaster Homura should've gone home by now. So there must be something…

She’s definitely a little…quieter, and more solemn and serious than he expected a fourteen-year-old to be. Cater definitely remembers his sisters never being like Homura. But it’s probably a personality variation thing. After all, everyone’s different, and Homura's no exception to the individuality of people in general.

Yet her eyes still unsettle him, ever so slightly. He's not sure if the freshmen and the other unsorted student(?) realize it, but Homura's eyes… There’s a hardness in them, and an emptiness that lingers. (He wonders if she was ever forced to grow up too quickly, forced to understand certain hard truths of reality too quickly.)

Although, maybe at least one of them realises it, seeing as Yuu’s practically hovering over her like an oversized mother hen. Well, it’s not really his problem to deal with anyways. 

Cater laughs and smiles, acting casual and playing the perfect role of a relaxed upperclassman. He’s pretty sure it does nothing to ease their earlier grudges (which, well, fair enough—most NRC students aren’t really the forgive and forget type anyways)

And just in time for him (Cater’s one-hundred percent sure they’re all starting to get annoyed with him), Trey enters the scene, wielding his nonchalance like a well-sharpened sword. He’s polite, calm and collected—acting as a voice of reason even though he’s just slid to their table knowing full well their…colourful reputations in this school. (She had heart problems, not hearing problems)

Homura’s sorely reminded of Mami with this third-year, and his verbal slip regarding his less-than-stellar opinion of Ramshackle dorm (even if arguably justified) is one that has her also putting her opinion of him on the fence.

Cater brings up getting their numbers

The numbers are incompatible rip Cater (Homura simply didn’t bring up the fact that data roaming wouldn’t even apply in another world—he’d figure it out on his own later anyways. Or hear it from someone else. Whichever comes first.)

It’s not like isekai (aka inter-universal/inter-universal/inter-whatever) services are included in standard sims provided in Japan—no matter how prevalent the isekai genre is

But also I ask you all to imagine Cater looking at Homura’s utter desert of a contact list.

There’s like maybe three tumbleweeds and it’s:

The hospital she lived in for years on end

Her uncle(‘s secretary) — anyone who hasn’t read ANAI aka “As N Approaches Infinity” is missing out also screw Homura’s uncle in that fic he sucks

Mitakihara Middle School’s front desk 

Yuu, in comparison, has like a bajillion phone numbers. All with their own little nicknames such as “Core day every day”, “Down bad for pixels”, “(Putting) The L in LGBT”, or “Mission control centre” (That actually refers to his family phone’s number)

Very awkward for Cater, and Yuu, who are either starting to get or are getting more information on how socially disconnected Homura might’ve actually been

Briefly, Cater wonders if Homura was homeschooled

Trey is having ✨flashbacks✨ to Riddle’s own upbringing and wondering if there’s any connection to the few phone numbers and an implication of a lack of friends. He puts that thought out of his mind because he’s not really in any position to pry (and we all know how well the first and last time he tried turned out)

Then Trey starts giving an intro on the dorms like a tutorial menu narrator

Of course, when the obligatory ‘Epel is as pretty as a girl” statement pops up, Ace can no longer call Grim and Deuce morons as NRC is no longer an all-boys school with the inclusion of Homura

Anyways, Lilia shows up(side down)! 

Bat Gramps gives everyone a heart attack!! Homura wonders if this is how it feels to be on the other end of a time-stop

When Lilia says that Diasomnia is very hospitable and welcoming, instead of Silver and Sebek being 🗿 they are carefully inspecting (read: Silver is concerned but he looks dead serious. Sebek is less concerned and more “????they haven’t sent the tiny human back home??? Suspiscious.”)

Actually Sebek is both a little confused and a bit like “wow this new human child must be very good to still be here in a uniform”. Unfortunately for him he… looks more like he’s glaring. 

Homura is 🗿 tho. She just wants to have a peaceful lunch what on earth is happening

Ofc since Homuhomu is here, canon diverts as in Lilia stays a little longer and flits around Homura like a bat from hell. 

“My oh my, it’s you again. How have you been, young one?” (coming from someone who looks no older than 18)

“...I am…fine.” (be easy on her Homura’s doing her best)

Yuu just slides closer to her because who is this weirdo why is everyone in this school so weird maybe that’s what Magic highschool(™) actually does to people

To Homura, Lilia feels…odd. It’s not quite like Madoka (The Law of Cycles now), so young yet so wrapped within aeons of time; a newly born law, yet with a history beyond time. He feels more like Walpurgisnacht. There is an unspoken history behind this highschooler, and he’s just focused on her ring. Lunchtime was turning out to be terrible. Maybe it was a good thing she often skipped lunches at Mitakihara Middle School.

“Oh? Is that…?”

Homura has just given up and pretended she does not see™. If she tries to hide it she’ll draw unwanted attention. If she tries to explain she’ll give it unwanted attention and there was no guarantee her explanation would be credible enough. So she just… Did not see. If the others are interested they’ll watch anyways so it’s better to just pretend to be completely disinterested in the fact that Batman lite is staring at her literal soul—pretend it’s no biggie. 

Of course, her body language has completely closed off, and now Yuu’s gently pushing away Lilia. 

“Hey, maybe not so close, alright?”

“Of course, forgive me for that—and for disrupting your meal. I do hope we can converse again. ” He looks at Homura, Yuu, and Grim, before adding, “Especially the three of you.” Then he peaces out aka teleports back to his lunch

Of course, Ace still slanders Riddle at lunch like in canon. Even if Yuu frantically made abort motions. Homura just stares at the scene, already knowing how it’s probably going to pan out. 

No one likes being talked about behind their back like that. She’d know a lot about how that felt like. After all, that’s what happened to her.  

And wuh-oh wouldn’t you know? Riddle’s right behind Ace. Deuce puts Ace out of his misery. Yuu has his head in his hands. Homura quietly sighs and continues eating her lunch. Cater and Trey have stiffer smiles than overmixed egg-white mixtures. As Ace continues to dig his own grave—going past six feet and beyond, Homura takes the chance to observe Heartslaybul’s Housewarden. 

Her first impression is that: He’s…not that much taller than her at all (Riddle is 160 cm whilst Homura is about 158 cm). But he looks incredibly prim and proper—definitely the image of what someone expects of a Dorm Leader.

Her second impression is that Riddle is rather strict. And very used to having authority, if the way Cater immediately folds to his words is any indicator of that trait. Perhaps Ace wasn’t completely wrong about his dorm leader being rather unyielding, personality-wise.

However, Ace…isn’t doing himself any favours at all, so Homura also chalks it up to Ace having zero brain-to-mouth filter.

Grim identifies him as the guy who sealed his magic, and Riddle, in turn, identifies them as the students who nearly got expelled + singles out Homura like Why are you still here??? Presumably as a student too if the magestone is any indication. To him, it breaks the rules and sets a bad example. 

In fact, Riddle even starts a little speech about how rulebreakers only cause chaos, and shouldn’t be, under any circumstances, tolerated.

Aaand now Riddle’s reminding Homura of Sayaka, in a bad way.

So she goes: There is nowhere for her (and Yuu by extension) to go in Twisted Wonderland. They’re not inhabitants of this world (in case he uh, forgot that like how the story seems to often do that whenever you don’t know Disney/Japanese-inspired tradition #659 like an idiot because you come from planet Earth), therefore NRC kind of does need to bend the rules for them unless they want bad PR (She’s seen enough of what her Uncle used to get up to in the hospital through magazines, social media and the television. He flung around money and time as if there was nothing else to live for but his own hedonism.)

Riddle, of course, at this stage of the story, rejects that notion because he thinks there could be other alternatives. Bro is debating with a 14 year old.

Yuu, as nice and kind as he is, also gives his two cents. As in, “I sure hope you can get Crowley to reconsider then.” He says this with a singular (1) eyebrow raised whilst wiping Homura’s mouth.

Homura is blue-screening for a hot five minutes because wow ok that was ???? Yuu asked,  “Is anyone gonna take care of this kid?” and did not wait for a single reply.

Ace tries to get his collar removed even though he shit-talked Riddle in front of his face. Ace has balls bigger than Jupiter I guess. Not that it’s helping him or anything.

Homura also bears witness to Riddle’s ability to memorise rules. Not all 810 of them but he definitely knows his rules if he’s jumping from rule 271 to rule 339. He still reminds her of Sayaka in a bad way though. All too unyielding to others. 

Hopefully for him, it won’t be to the very bitter end.

Oh, and she also learns that Trey is vice-housewarden, which… She supposed there probably was an alternative reason as to why Cater and Trey approached them—seeing the way they interacted with Heartslaybul’s Housewarden.

And judging from the loud displays of dismay from surrounding Heartslaybul students, not only is Riddle a strict and unyielding dorm leader, but he also has his dorm students under an iron-clad grip.

Trey tries to do a little damage control after low-key informing everyone of Riddle’s extreme magical prowess (strong enough to become Housewarden before the end of his first week at school). He does so by attempting to soften the blow of Riddle’s actions by basically saying: he’s not a bad guy and everything he does is because he thinks it’s better for the dorm. 

Which, to be honest, Homura has heard many variations of that. Hell, she’s basically done outwardly terrible actions in the name of the greater good (for her friends). (Not like it ever worked)

She can get that. 

But Riddle still did mildly get on her nerves, even if Homura would never show that in a million years or resets.

Grim, thankfully, raises the question of the ethics of Riddle collaring anyone as he pleases—although it’s less that and more him airing out his own grievances with getting collared and having his magic sealed too.

Both Yuu and Homura are quick to remind Grim that it was kind of his fault for, you know, setting the hall on fire.

Diverging from canon again, this time it’s Ace and Deuce who ask about Unique Magics and thus Riddle’s particular Unique Magic. Now that they re-explain what Riddle could do with his Unique Magic… Homura is sure she’ll have to be careful around him.

She doesn’t want to know what would happen if she gets collared.

Would there be a way to learn how to prevent it from being applied to someone?

Of course, back to the story: Riddle’s loud and clear live demonstration of “Off With Your Head” does him no favours in portraying him as someone wanting the best for his students.

And as we skip past the further dialogue on Grim’s opinion of the Unique Magic’s name (i.e. completely bonkers and terrifying), Cater’s explanation of why exactly it feels so terrible to have a collar (mostly for Yuu’s benefit), and Trey attempting to downplay it by going “As long as you follow the rules, you’ll be fine. Riddle isn’t that scary.” 

We stop at Ace asking if he legitimately can’t be let into the dorm if he doesn’t get a replacement tart for the one he ate.

He can’t. In addition to that, it’s also an established rule. Homura thinks that’s kind of a stupid rule. Yuu outright says that it’s kind of a weirdly harsh rule. I mean, replacing what you unfairly took is important, but taking away your room whilst you haven’t…didn’t sound like the best rule.

Ace would like to add that it is, in fact, a really harsh rule—since he’s the one getting collared and being left without a place to sleep in (something that could’ve happened if Ramshackle wasn’t inhabited by Yuu, Homura and Grim, who tidied up some part because they are on another level of homeless)

Trey and Cater… definitely realise this, but currently at this part of Heartslaybul’s book, they don’t actually have the power to tell this to Riddle and not expect to be reprimanded or worse. So they just awkwardly laugh. Cater just tries to transition to telling Ace that Riddle usually looks forward to the tarts, and they’re hand-made by Trey—Ace just needs to replace the tart he ate with another one and things will be fine after that.

Homura…isn’t sure about that, but if it’s all about following the rules then the logic seems sound? But if not then… Ah well, she’ll see what happens then and take action from there. 

A little segment of Trey hand-made the tarts??? Those really good-looking really tasty-looking tarts??? (Ace’s words) 

Yeah he’s from a baker's family lmao (Just for you guys who can’t read my mind: this is Cater)

“Aren’t tarts like that extremely expensive?” That is true Deuce. “Ace, why don’t you try doing it by hand? It’ll be cheaper that way, although I’m not sure about the quality,” says Yuu. Wow Yuu, lots of confidence in Ace there. 

But Yuu is correct. Ace can’t bake.  

Well, perhaps Trey could help? He is the vice-housewarden. And the one who baked the tarts—so he’s well acquainted with Riddle’s tastes. That’s what Homura adds to the brewing discussion.

At that moment, Kalim and Jamil FINALLY ARRIVE ON THE SCENE… While the Heartslabyul dudes start talking about making a tart from scratch. 

Kalim’s like “Oh hey Homura!!! :D” He did say he’d find her and he did!!! Kalim’s so happy to spend the rest of his lunchtime with his new friend.

Jamil helped a lot. And by a lot, I meant he went through statistical analysis inside his head that culminated into nothing because Kalim rolled a nat20 on luck and perception.

Oh who are these people? Well, Homura introduces them as “My upperclassmen: Al-Asim— (Oops nearly used Last name–First name format) Kalim Al-Asim, and Jamil Viper.” With her soft, serious tone, it sounds less like she’s introducing potential new friends she made and more like management introduced new colleagues. Having around five (5), and quite possibly fewer, friends + her entire background makes this very much a work in progress.

She’s picked up on the fact that Twisted Wonderland uses the ‘First name–Last name” format instead of ‘Last name–First name’ like Japan. Although, Homura did noticeably stumble. But hey, she caught herself in time.

Yuu confidently says, with his whole chest out (figuratively), “Izumi Yuu, nice to meet you.”

I finally thought of a last name for Yuu, so he’ll be known as “Izumi Yuu/Yuu Izumi” from now on. I figured that if I’m also going to build Yuu as a character by adding information here and there about him, then he might as well get a last name.

Ace: “Wait your name was Izumi this whole time?”

Yuu: “Oh no that’s my surname. I’m Japanese.” (Which sadly explained nothing)

Ace & Co: “???”

Yuu: “Ah. Right. Forgot about that.”

Homura: “From where we came from, it was common to introduce ourselves using our last names first, instead of our first names.”

Kalim’s actually wondering what they were discussing earlier. They were discussing Trey helping Ace bake a replacement tart for the one he ate.

Trey can bake? Jamil’s also good at that!! Jamil corrects that he’s only mediocre at pastries/baked goods like the ones Trey makes (Which are more “Western” in design)

Trey would like to see how good Jamil is at baking. His glasses glint as his fingers lightly grip one of the sides again. In fact, speaking of baking, he could help Ace with the baking. But he’ll need something in return.

No one does anything for free in NRC, after all— No it’s not cash Ace. 

Trey wants chestnuts. Two hundred to three hundred of them. Boiled, shelled, and pureed. Riddle wants a chestnut tart so… Kalim thinks that sounds fun! Jamil is quick to tell Kalim that, no

Kalim, you have a meeting later Kalim you can’t go.

Maybe next time Kalim

Ace, Deuce and Grim are out though no labour for them no siree

Homura calmly sips on her tea and states that Ace doesn’t have much of a choice.

You’re right, Homura, but you could’ve said that a bit nicer lmao

Now Ace has to confront his unwanted reality aka he needs to go get two to three hundred chestnuts and prepare them for baking.

And then Cater and Trey team up to make them want to bake. The killing blow is being able to eat a tart after baking them. Hook, line, and sinker; just like that, they’re in.

Yuu’s in for it—He’ll make sure Grim doesn’t act out. Also, tart.

Homura…would like to study more ways to leave Twisted Wonderland. But then Yuu looked at her like he fully wanted her to join and ok she caved.

Mostly everyone is discussing chestnuts now. Where to get them? botanical garden? Alright. And Trey’s baking skills. And tarts. Mostly tarts.

Oh and Kalim’s plans to have Homura over for a mini-party aka eat Jamil’s food. Everyone in this group right now is also very much invited because the more the merrier!!!

But why does he want to throw a mini-party for Homura? Because one she helped him and two she’s baby. He does not say this outright but he basically implies she has a kicked wet puppy aura mixed with her serious aura and that’s no good for someone who helped him out :(   

It’s a mini-party because Kalim mostly just wants to get to know potential new friends this time. He can throw a spontaneous dorm-wide party next time!

Kalim decides to walk Homura to class again, because why not? She’s a new student and Kalim likes her—which means a potential new friend in his books! (And Jamil remembered her schedule + their classes aren’t too far away so Jamil’s fine with it) This time though, Yuu, Grim, and the rest of the Heartslaybul boys (minus Riddle) decide to tag along. It’s probably more entertaining than a normal day if they follow, especially for Trey and Cater.

Jamil just wants a (Twisted Wonderland) Ibuprofen. 

[intertexts]

OKAY. HI HI HI HI HI. THOUGHTS ON NHW MAL POWERS

i am going 2 leave the actual classification up to you because i dont have the innate sense of them yet like i do for classpects and such and i know im banned from the wiki rn so ill just talk about. base level What I Think He Can Do.

FIRST OF ALL. THE BIG THING. GHOUL. so. technically if i remember correctly. mal isnt a planeswalker like william is so ghoul is technically a separate being? ghoul is his guide, which is what allows him to go between the real world and the spirit world. HOWEVER. ghoul is nothing to me so in nhw world i think he should just be like. a separate form. mal turns into ghoul and its the same consciousness u know? hes the same guy hes just a freak now. worm comparison i am thinking is like. what rachel does to her dogs except hes doing it to himself. with the gross muscles and bones and big mouth and shit.

OTHER THAN THAT i thinkkkkkk. ok. hear me out. i am going 2 base this on a tweet bizly made forever ago (that im SO MAD i cant find a picture of rn) but the basics was like. u remember that nightmare dakota had back in season 1 where he saw william and vyncent kill summer . that was a nightmare that mal gave him in order to split the three of them up. SO WHAT IF. nhw mal has some sort of dream/mind manipulation abilities or something. hes had so many moments where he just like. appears out of the shadows in order to get them to do what he wants im just imagining the horror of that from an outside perspective just seeing one of the heroes mid battle just Fall Asleep for a while. but to them its like nothing happens and they dont realize it until he leaves and theyre waking up. do you see my vision here.

either that or i think his powers should be like. kind of countered to wibby? i know in pd his powers are similar to williams bc hes a ghost and everything but. im thinking we dont do that in nhw. INSTEAD. maybe in ghoul form or whatever he has heightened senses/abilities that allow him to see through things like invisibility and touch things that are intangible. (thinking abt this strategy-wise, it would be their goal to take him down as mal BEFORE he transforms bc then he becomes almost impossible for william to fight) . maybe this seems too targeted against william specifically but im jsut thinking like. ghoul in general just makes him more powerful and those are just a couple specific advantages he gets? uh oh im running out of words in my brain help

MAYBE THIS IS. TOO MUCH IN TOO MANY DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. so he doesnt have to have all of these at once. i am really just throwing spaghetti noodles at your inbox and seeing what sticks to the wall or whatever the phrase is. hi it took me like an hour to type all of this bc i kept getting distracted and forgetting words!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAHHHH YAYUAYAY THIS IS ALL GOOD SPAGHETTI!!!!!!! too much in too many directions is so fun dude i fucking love being the rubber ducky for shit like this!!

i REALLY ENJOY fucked up body horror changer shit... ough. (thats what him physically changing like rachels dogs would b, as opposed 2 breakers who-- oh god it's too late for this. umm. physical change different than energy form etc.)... he should get 2 be a weird terrifying freak thing. with bone & blood n stuff. & there's precedent for changing in a way that alters ur senses & powers etc..... maybe he choose what and how he transforms to respond in a certain way or target a certain scenario. i dont wanna go fishing rn but remind me tmrw n i'll rb this with some screenshots from ward of the guy im thinking of who this reminds me of!!

that being said the idea of him having big mind manipulation stuff is also SO compelling. god. being able to like... create illusions & scenarios that are completely fake. delude people or put them to sleep or mess with their cognition in ways they dont even notice... alter perception of reality.... especially if he has a wide range of effect?? that goes hard!!! how long would it last... how would u snap out of it... could he make u feel stuff that's not real??? ok ok ok getting off track. anyway. i love the idea of a fight with him being timed because he's transforming.... maybe a form that's just. very good at Seeing Things? mal/ghouls original job was like, as a cleaner for clarence, right? making sure everything in the afterlife's in order? so many choices...

[adiabolikpastel]

How does Callista celebrate Reiji's birthday? And if possible, I also want to know how Reiji celebrates Calli's birthday 👉🏻👈🏻.

Awe! See, now you've caught me off guard ~ I am never prepared for anyone's birthday at any given time on this blog. But I will do my best!

So, this year in particular - since it’s so close to a full moon, and not just any full moon - our last Super Moon for the next 15 years! I am thinking this would be a huge catalyst moment in the Reista ship. I have tried to explain her story as one at a crossroads. You would progress through the route, and as you answer and make choices - it steers the story either towards Reiji or Shu.

(I have also recently been toying with the idea of scrapping that and doing a poly... I love the idea but we can talk about that another time if you would like.)

So, since this birthday has such lovely conditions, it only make sense to have it be interesting. Now, in my cannon - only certain demons are affected by the moon. Vampires of course, as well as aquatic demons - but eagles not so much. I don't see why the moon would have any sway over an Adler, when eagles in nature don't have any special thing with the moon itself.

Answers will be under cut for length - enjoy~

Callista celebrating Reiji's birthday

I like to think that Callista goes all out for birthdays. Having spent half of her life as the only child, and then suddenly having little brother after little brother - birthdays were always big in her family. That being the case, I believe she would decorate for a fancy evening.

Knowing Reiji well enough to surmise that big surprise parties are not his thing, I like to think Calli would plan an elegant dinner - with navy blue and golden décor. Employing the shadows to ensure that the mansion be in pristine condition. Strangely though, Reiji himself would be absent most of the night.

While not uncommon for Shu to stay cooped up, as of late Reiji had kept her company. Callista would find it strange that on tonight of all nights he would choose to be alone. Never the less, she continued her preparations - determined that whenever he made his appearance, he would be surprised and delighted.

Hours past. No sign of either the boys. Callista knew they were in the house, she could sense them. So what where they doing? She wondered if the smell of dinner would get them moving. As she worked over the stove, beginning the cook the bacon for the spaghetti carbonara she'd be preparing.

Suddenly, a presence makes itself known. A hand reaches to align with hers, the slow touch tickling her skin. The weight of another looms over her, the soft breath wisping past her ear. Her heart skips a beat, as the scent of the younger vampire engulfs her senses.

Callista feels the bloodlust shiver through her, had he not fed lately? Was he going to bite her? He'd never done that before. She could feel the heat from his fangs press just so slightly against her neck. What should she do? What did she want to do? Push him away? Or...

Just as quickly as the sensation was there, Reiji's presence vanished. Her body once warmed by his desire, fridge with his absence. Callista stumbles slightly, turning off the stove and steading herself. Her heart pounding. What was that all about?

What's more... why was her heart racing. She'd always had a liking to Reiji but this - what would Shu think? Would he notice? As Callista collected herself, she notices a note on the counter. Reiji left it, thanking her for her consideration, but that he would not be able to participate in the festivities.

Reiji celebrating Callista's birthday

(her birthday is on 9/27 btw … so it's coming up. I don't even remember if I did that on purpose that it went Reiji, Callista, then Shu for birthdays but they are back to back.)

On a much lighter note - now that the moon isn't in the way. Reiji is definitely the type that I feel will go all out for a birthday. If he cares - and when it comes to Callista he definitely does. Even before feelings get involved, he cares about her enough due to the alliance she secures for the big plan.

Reiji and Calli are similar in the way that they both prefer the finer and simpler scale of things, rather than something elaborate or extravagant. Since he also enjoys cooking, can see him preparing a special dessert for her. Something simple to commemorate the occasion, but nothing too outrageious that it would be seen as over stepping.

He would be finishing up when the Adler princess wanders in, wondering what smells so good. The two would begin pleasant conversation, when she'd comment on his piping skills. Playfully challenging him that she could do better. He'd raise that challenge and the two would hold a little competition, and in the process getting a bit messy.

Rather than become upset by the mess, Reiji feels at ease. Normally something like this would bother him, but it wasn't as though the demoness was unskilled or clumsy. In fact, her skill was elegant and she was charming. Even the sight of crème on her cheek didn't bother him. In fact, without even realizing it, his finger found its way to her face, and gingerly cleaned it off.

With a soft blush on her face, Callista would thank him, and check herself. It wouldn't be appropriate to be in such close proximity to Reiji alone. But she couldn't stop how safe she felt near him. With a soft smile she would thank him for his baked gift, and enjoy the one he pipped, rather than her own.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Does anyone have any food habits that’s literally make no fucking sense?

So like its 2 am and my brain has been thinking about this for a while and honestly I feel so bad for my mom, because I know she was right (for once) about certain things that involved food with me growing up.

This turned into me ranting about food.

Like I know that no matter how you cut your toast/sandwich it will taste the same but god damn the triangle cut is the right way. It just tastes wrong when it’s a rectangle or in any other form. (Though with peanut butter sandwiches, crustables are an acceptation)

I also know that Spaghetti sauce that is mixed in with the pasta is exactly the same as it just being place on top of the pasta. But god damn it my brain won’t allow me to eat it if it’s mixed. (Acceptation being when it’s left overs)

Pizza is pizza but circle pizza is superior to sheet pizza fucking fight me

Strawberry Cake pops will and always taste better then regular strawberry cake. (It’s the exact fucking thing different form, and I hate Starbucks cake pops)

Relish is basically pickles but if you even think about bringing that shit near me I will deck you (I love pickles)

Mashed potatoes taste the same whether you mix them with a mixer or not. But, god damn I want them mixed with a mixer even though most times the texture is the same along with flavor.

You can not simply just fucking bake fries and get away with it, they are named fries for a reason so fucking fry them 😡 (for me, I know some people can’t handle grease)

Bananas are bananas but none of them ever taste the same. I know it has to do something with ripeness but for the love of god ice cream shops have the best ones, but if I bite into one and it doesn’t taste right I’m spitting it out.

Trail mixes taste the same whether you eat them randomly or pick and organize all of them and then eat all of the m&m’s first. (Does this stop me from separating it, no)

Anything with coconut can die

Turkey sucks ass on thanksgiving, or the first day it is cooked. It is far superior as left overs even though it’s exactly the same thing.

Eggs are wacky as fuck, scrambled eggs taste amazing and are good for the first two bites and then after it’s immediate regret.

All of Mcdonalds chicken nuggets are the same, but each shape tastes different to me (I worked at Mcdonalds and have cooked and seen with my own eyes that they are all the same)

Anything with the name casserole in it was created from satans balls and deserves to go into purgatory or be force fed to bigots as punishment.

Shepards pie can not be made with cream corn, it just can’t has to be made with regular

Frosting is overrated

Mac and Cheese has to be creamy, for the love of god don’t bake it. (It tastes the same but oh my god)

I can’t eat something sweet with out having something salty after words it’s becoming a problem because there is nothing salty enough in my place

Fruity Pebbles are far superior then coco pebbles

Cheerios are just the boring straight version of fruit loops (spoiler alert no cereal is healthy) ((I could be wrong don’t quote me))

I don’t trust Squash

Pumpkins are overrated but cookies are okay

Banana bread isn’t good without chocolate chips

Also salads aren’t made the same, they have to be at room temp and not wet for me to eat it.

I don’t even know where I went for some of this, I just blacked out and typed 👁️👄👁️ but does anyone else have a weird thing with food? Another one I have is I can’t drink from a can without tapping the top first.

[flaetsbnortoriginals]

OK. I simply couldn't believe that one of the most famous rappers of the century, who's always showing up in pop culture like mom's spaghetti, didn't have a connection to Ryu. As a result I dug myself into a hole and am now the foremost expert on Eminem's videogame appearances.

He was in Fortnite, which is already accounted for. (Do look in the replies though, since tumblr user @eucalyptus-gl0bulus mentions that this is one of his personas and not the actual performer. While I know a bit about his personas, I don't know enough to be able to form an opinion about it.) At any rate, I'm not very interested in Limited Ryu numbers and this one cannot be improved anyway, so let's move on.

Eminem has also appeared on 50 Cent's videogame Bulletproof. Except that he didn't: while 50 Cent was a fictionalized version of himself, Eminem lent his voice and appearance to a character, a crooked cop named Detective McVicar. At any rate, this account has already found that 50 Cent is a dead end as well.

For completeness' sake, people often mention that Eminem was in Quake 3, but it won't surprise most of you to learn that he wasn't - it was an apparently popular fan made mod.

I thought I had hit a mark when I saw a fan mentioning that he was in Crime Life: Gang Wars, a 2005 PS2 game, alongside with members of his band D12 (the Dirty Dozen, which consists of six people, for some reason). This looked like a very promising branch if he was in a game alongside five other rappers. And in fact, this would be a connection: one of his bandmates, Proof, also appeared in the Def Jam series, which also includes Ghosface Killah, to whom this account already gave a Ryu number of 3. This would give Eminem a Ryu Number of 5 or 6, depending on whether they were in the same game or would need another character to bridge them over.

Except that... that fan was out of their gourd. Eminem is not in Crime Life: Gang Wars at all. It makes sense to think he'd be, since he's the most famous guy in D12 and the other five guys in the bad are in it, but he's not. The IMDB page (that I used to confirm Proof was in Crime Life) also confirms Eminem wasn't in it. In fact, a contemporary review I found makes fun of him for it, saying he was to busy acting for 50 Cent's Bulletproof game.

Which only leaves two Eminem games left, two cash-grabs for mobile. One of them is called Relapse and seems to be a dead-end: it's about a weird guy walking around punching zombies, looks like what early Crayon.AI would give you for typing "drug PSA in claymation", and apparently lasts only half an hour according to contemporary reviews. The second game is a bit more Eminem-y: called Shady Wars, it's a game in which you direct a little dude running from side to side of the screen trying to capture all of the Eminem lyrics that fly out at you at the speed of, well, Eminem lyrics.

Now here's a loose end. The little guy in Shady Wars looks like a caricature of Eminem himself, so it would count as one of his appearances. The game also had microtransactions, and in all playthroughs I found there was a button to change the character - the character selection screen even seems to be briefly visible in the video I linked. If the character in the game is indeed Eminem (likely) and there's another rapper as a playable character (unlikely but possible) who has also appeared in a videogame like Def Jam (unlikely but possible) then Eminem does have a Ryu number.

The problem is that I cannot ascertain that by myself. Shady Wars is no longer available on the app store. There are APKs lying around, and I actually managed to run one of them in an online emulator, but it actually froze because it was made for a much older version of Android. And when I came to that conclusion, it was already four in the morning and I should have been in bed. Thus, I give up the spear: as far as I can tell, Eminem has no non-limited Ryu number.

eminem?

Eminem has a Limited Ryu Number of 1.

[funkatello]

Enjoy Sydney's Best: The Journey for the best Italian food in Sydney

In the core of Sydney, where culinary variety flourishes, there's an undying adoration for Italian cooking that penetrates the food scene. From conventional trattorias to current bistros, Sydney brags a plenty choice for those hankering for the rich flavours and soothing smells of Italy. Among the heap decisions, knowing cafes frequently wind up on a mission for the best pasta and Italian food in the city. All in all, where does one start the excursion to find these culinary joys?

Look no further, for the best pasta in Sydney that vows to entice your taste buds and transport you to the cobbled roads of Italy. With regards to pasta flawlessness, a few foundations stick out, each offering an interesting mix of flavours and culinary mastery.

Concealed in beguiling areas and clamouring locales, you'll find trattorias adored for their devotion to making the best pasta dishes. From the exemplary straightforwardness of spaghetti carbonara to the lavish smoothness of fettuccine Alfredo, these diners catch the pith of Italian cooking with each chomp.

One such diamond is La Trattoria, a close café settled in the core of Sydney's culinary scene. Famous for its custom-made pasta and genuine flavours, La Trattoria takes cafes on a culinary excursion through Italy's different locales. Whether you need the powerful kinds of a good ragu or the fragile equilibrium of fish linguine, La Trattoria conveys an unrivalled feasting experience that makes supporters want more and more.

For those looking for a cutting-edge bend on customary top choices, Sydney's contemporary Italian restaurants offer a new interpretation of exemplary dishes. From inventive flavour mixes to cutting edge introductions, these foundations push the limits of Italian food while giving recognition to its rich culinary legacy.

Best Italian food in Sydney, inventiveness exceeds all logical limitations as gourmet experts try different things with occasional fixings and imaginative cooking methods to make remarkable pasta manifestations. From squid ink spaghetti to truffle-mixed ravioli, Pasta Flawlessness commends the specialty of pasta-production in the entirety of its structures, welcoming burger joints to leave on a culinary experience dissimilar to some other. Yet, the journey for the best Italian food in Sydney reaches beyond pasta alone. From wood-terminated pizzas to delicious osso buco, Italian cooking offers a different exhibit of dishes to fulfil each sense of taste.

In Sydney's lively feasting scene, trattorias and ristorantes feature the profundity and variety of Italian culinary customs, drawing motivation from exceptionally old recipes that went down through the ages. At Trattoria Toscana, genuineness rules as gourmet specialists give proper respect to the rural types of Tuscany. From exquisite antipasti to debauched sweets, Trattoria Toscana captures the substance of Italian accommodation, welcoming burger joints to relish the basic joys of good food and great organisation.

Whether you're a carefully prepared foodie or just desire a sample of Italy, Sydney's culinary scene offers something for everybody. From comfortable trattorias to upscale bistros, the city's different eating scene praises the rich embroidery of Italian cooking, welcoming cafes on a gastronomic excursion they will probably remember forever. So, the next time you want the best pasta and Italian food in Sydney, go off the beaten path and see what else awaits you in the kitchen. With each dish, you'll find another appreciation for the immortal flavours and customs that make Italian cooking a valued culinary practice all over the planet.

[overwatchfics]

ooh you're doing requests!! may i please request general dating headcanons for cassidy and lucio? thank you in advance if you do this ask and hope youre having a great day!!

General HC's Cassidy & Lucio

Cassidy

When you two first met he was suave and charming as any spaghetti western cowboy

He takes you shooting at an outdoor range if you're into that kind of stuff

If you're new to it he'll adjust your body in proper shooting positions (you aren't thinking about how warm his hands are against your skin NOPE)

Cassidy likes to do gun tricks and pull off seemingly impossible shots to see you impressed and smile

Horseback riding is a must, he'd love to take you out on a trail for horseback riding.

Cassidy likes to go out for BBQ a lot

He admittedly sucks at using a grill and some nights out are spent at a BBQ grill and bar type restaurant (to compensate for his very un-cowboy like lack of skill in grilling)

If they have a dance and with a little whiskey and some encouraging, he'll take you on it to do some square dancing

He doesn't care if electric music is playing, he'll goof around with you with some out of rhythm cowboy dancing anything to draw laughter out of you

At his house, He'll light up the fireplace and put on some old spaghetti westerns

He'll let you wear his hate while watching them

he'll hold you tight and let you know that he really enjoys your company and if you're lucky maybe an 'I love you' will slip out.

slow, and sensual kisses, his hands at your hips drawing you closer

With the smell of whiskey, gun oil, and cinnamon invading your senses it's your choice if you want to spend the night with him Anon

He definitely snores though so be aware, but his cuddles are more than enough to make up for it.

LUCIOOOOOOOOOOOO

Was a little awkward on the first date, but definitely a sweetheart.

After a couples dates you find that Lucio is pretty balanced; he enjoys a good night in or a fun night out.

Going out, expect to go clubbing, raves, or to the movies.

He also loves to roller blade; he'll take you out with him to go skating at skate parks or around the cities

Lucio's the kind of guy that will do cool tricks to impress you or to make you laugh

At home, he'll order some take out, put on some music and does some goofy dances to encourage you to join him.

He totally put a slow dance song on his playlist on purpose

When the slow dance comes on, he has a mental panic, but manages to keep his cool

Lucio pulls you close to him and you two sways to the drumbeat

You can't see it with your head on his shoulder, but he has this big goofy smile on his face (he couldn't believe he had gotten so lucky).

As the song winds down, he pulls you in for a for a kiss, though at first your noses bump awkwardly into each other, but after a couple soft laughs you two get it right the second time.

If you're interested, he'll sit you next to him on the couch and he'll show you his progress with his latest songs and music videos all while having his arm draped over your shoulder.

After looking at the time he looks into your eyes and pulls you into a warm hug and thanks you for giving him a chance and spills his confession of loving you.

He smells of coconut (probably a nice cologne to give himself the extra edge) and of paprika (he definitely puts some spices in his food)

Again, your choice to spend the night or not

HE HAS A GLOW IN THE DARK WATERBED SPEND THE NIGHT ANON OR I WILL.

He sleeps on his side but likes to be spooned keeps him warm and is a nice feeling for him.

A/N: Wholesome, I love it. Thank you for the request and kind words Anon!

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