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fraugwinska · 28 days

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In reference to Going with the Times: we are getting ready to go to a club with Angel only for Alastor to intervene when he recognizes our “dancing boots”

He couldn’t let us go out dressed so scandalously modern (the horror), so he distracts us

I somehow grew fond of this pairing - so hell yeah, let's do it ;>

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Goody-Two-Shoes

The knock on the door came at the worst timing ever.

You were almost finished, one of the tight, skin-hugging black overknee boots Angel lent you on your left leg, secure and safe. The other one however put up a fight. Inch by inch you had wiggled and wormed your leg down the shaft, cursing under your breath. Your foot was almost down to the heel, but all the work and struggle with this damn fabric made you break into a sweat, resulting in even more friction to overcome.

“Ugh, come on you god-damn, stupid, fucking... COME IN!”, you stuttered, violently pulling at the top of the boots it made you lose your balance. The door opened, and while you fell you could see a very surprised looking radio demon in the door frame before your ass hit the ground and your back bumped against your dresser.

Alastor rushed to your side, reaching his hand out to your groaning figure.

“Oh, my dear, normally I sweep ladies off their feet after I enter a room.”, he joked, pulling you back up. You didn't dare to let go of his hand, still wobbly from the ill-fitting left boot and the pain in your back from the impact.

“Hilarious, Al, really nice to pull my leg like that when I'm hurtin'. Ouch...”, you grumble, rubbing your sore behind. He chuckled at your little quip but led you carefully to your bed, where you sat down, sighing. Only then did he recognize the very thing that had you in such a struggle. His brow rose, his face displaying a dangerously condescending expression.

“May I ask why you are binding yourself in these... atrosities?”

Ignoring the throbbing pain in your back, you returned to pulling the unruly shaft up your leg again.

“They... are... overknees...”, with another hard tug, your heel finally slipped through. You sighed with relief and brushed your sweaty fringe out of your face. “Angel invited me to go to a club with him and Cherri, and he lent me these!”

You stretched out your legs and tapped your heels together, grinning at him. “They look just like the ones in the photo, right?”

“Indeed.”, he said, but even though he didn't lose his smile, his eyes traveled from your heels over your legs and the seams of the boots to the bare skin of your thighs, only broken by your shimmering hot pants. “And just as outrageous.” Alastor tilted his head, eyes narrowed. “You do not intend to wear this in public, do you, darling?”

“After spending half an hour just putting those on? Of course I do.”

His disbelieving look made you laugh. It was a never-ending discussion between you two, a tug-and-pull between your sometimes vastly different opinions of modernity. You often fought with him, always in good nature, and everyone in the hotel was convinced you had a golden tongue for how often Alastor let you win these arguments.

Alastor hummed thoughtfully, brows furrowed and staring at the crushed black leather. You were already moving to stand up when his hand suddenly grabbed one of your ankles and he pulled your foot up, making you fall onto your back into your mattress.

“Hey!”

“Half an hour, you say?”, his eyes glimmered with impish mischief. “So much effort, just for the meager fun of catching the eye of a lowly, no-name sinner in a dance club? You can do so much better than that, my sweet.”

He hooked a claw under the seam of your boot, leg still up in his firm grip, and you watched with anger and confusion as he slowly pulled the fabric down. “AL! Stooooop, I'll never get them up again.”, you whined, hands reaching out to stop him but he shifted his weight, puling your leg even higher while he turned his body, kneeling – no, towering - over you. He rested your ankle between his shoulder and his cheek, eyes still fixated on you as his other hand joined the already working hand in his efforts to get you out of the tight sleve of your shoe. It looked.... sinful almost, oddly hot, and the way his eyes burned into yours made you 1. shut up and 2. flush in deepest magenta.

“Why searching for the companionship of strangers, dressed in such a mundane way, when one could keep the company of a dear friend who doesn't care about what you'll wear?”

He gripped the heel and pulled the loosened sleeve off in one, swift motion. You gulped, the atmosphere had shifted to something other than playful banter. He seemed almost seductive, the way his voice lost most of his standard radio filter, reducing into a dark whisper.

“I.. um.. “, you said eloquently when a sudden, loud “HOLY SHIT!” made both of your heads turn. Angel looked like he'd just seen a naked, tap dancing James Dean, he was beet-red (likely rivaling your own color), dressed up to the nines in fur and latex and his mouth stood wide agape.

“Y-You know what, toots, I, um, You... fuck, yeah, you'll take a rain check, seems like you are otherwise... Yeah. See 'ya!”, the spider stuttered, completely floored at this display, backing out slowly and slamming the door shut.

You covered your face with your hands – tomorrow the whole hotel will know about this.

“I guess I won't go out tonight.”, you mumble, embarassed. You tried to sit up, but Alastors sly smile didn't fade as he let your now undressed leg slide down and began to slip the other shoe off.

“Don't worry, darling, I'll make sure you'll have fun anyways.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x reader #quick fic #oneshot #fraugwinskawrites #add a little spice

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parimass · 1 month

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like father like son

apple doesn't fall far from the tree

all that

#add a little spice #i could excuse all these behaviors #my favorites have something in common #but maybe henrik shouldn't be left alone with the kids #his influence is showing #alpine skiing #alexander steen olsen #henrik kristoffersen

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halonicheart · 9 months

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"Our Answer"

Summary: DRK Quest Lvl 50, Lovette journey's to Whitebrim Front to face the thing she thought was kept locked away tight in her heart. She struggles, nearly losing herself in face of her own darkness... she does not have to face it alone. A piece depicting the events of job quest "Our Answer"

“We know who you are, Lovette! We know- and so do you!”

Does she know? She wasn’t even sure who it was that was speaking. Lovette tries miserably with a racing mind to conjure up this knight's name. Nothing came, not even what letter it started with. “I… I don’t…” Her mouth begins to over salivate, stomach sour as if moments away from vomiting. “…no… No I…!” Tears start to blur her vision, the only thing she can make out is the specter sharing her visage staring at her… not with malcontent but with overwhelming pity. “I don’t-!” Lovette clenches her hair, pulls, tugs- anything to stop the waves of emotion threatening to drown her.

Another voice calls out to her. “Lovette!” It’s close by. She recognized this voice. That should have brought her comfort. “Come now! Look at me! Your good friend Cammi is here, Love! Please look at me!” She knows she must have looked ghastly, if the gasp Camille let out was anything to go by. The other woman does her best to steel herself. “Everything will be fine just- stay with us now!” Like a desperate fool, Camille reaches out towards Lovette.

“Don’t touch me!” She swipes at Camille’s hand. The way she recoiled made Lovette drop to her knees in despair. “I’m…! No I didn’t…!” She tries to apologize.

Camille shakes her head. “It’s fine! Okay! It’s fine!” She keeps her distance this time, hands raised as if she’s approaching a wild animal. “We know you’re a good person! Right?” She looks around at the crowd of people, each nodding or verbally agreeing. “See! Just look around!” She begins to look somewhere behind Lovette nervously.

“A fantastic display of willful ignorance…” The specter spoke. Her voice made Lovette’s blood run cold. “Wipe the slate clean. Forgive and forget!” She roars, effectively hushing up any chatter around them.

No longer was Camille facing Lovette, nor staring off somewhere behind her. “And what would you know?!” She shouts back, no longer afraid of whatever this being was. “As if you would know the first thing about Lovette! You come off that horse or I’ll do it for you!” She means well. Lovette knows she does… but the problem was this other her did know her well. Too well. If she can’t even face herself, Camille most certainly did not stand a chance against the darkness in Lovette’s heart made manifest.

Lovette is at her tipping point. The world around her has disappeared. Her ears keep ringing and ringing and ringing. She wants to scream but her teeth are clenched together, jaw pulsing from the pressure. This was it… surely she must be dying. Lovette prays to whatever deity listening that she dies soon. The noise around her is suffocating. Her friend Camille arguing with the specter, various knights calling out to her in comfort and fear… The dark knight specter remained silent, watching with glassy eyes. Amongst the chaos around her and the turmoil in her mind… a single voice rang clear as day.

“So this is where you’ve been…”

She can breathe again. Her voice finally returns. “Labault!” She weeps. Lovette can only vaguely make out the sound of Camille sighing in relief.

He’s already kneeling by her side. “Land yourself into trouble I see… no matter, nothing we can’t fix.” Labault says as he holds out his hand. “

Lovette pathetically stares at his hand. “After all the arguing… after all I said…” Or at least that’s what she attempted to say. The words are drowned out between sobs and hiccups. Her brother does not hush her cries. He simply keeps his hand out and smiles sadly. “Why…? why…?” Are the only words her brother can make out between wails.

“I was right to ask Camille to keep an eye on you…” He knows it doesn’t really answer her question. Labault would lecture her about this after all was said and done. “I would have come sooner were I closer by… but I’m here now. I always will be.” He nods towards his own hand, unflinching, still stretched out towards his sister. “Come now, a little darkness won’t scare me away!” Were Lovette in a better state of mind, she would have teased him over his own wavering voice. She would have the nerve to ask him ‘why are you crying?’ as if she didn’t already know. Only a heartless family member wouldn’t feel the urge to cry at a sorry sight like her right now.

The series of sobs she let out were nearly deafening as she finally grasped her brother’s hand as if were the last thing tethering her to this realm. Lovette tries to muffle her cries with her free hand. She half wonders what was going through the minds of everyone watching this, the shame only causes more sobs to quake through her chest. All the while, she can still feel the eyes of the other her staring right at her. She isn’t sure just when it had happened, but at some point Labault had brought her to her feet and approached the Dark Knight, still hand in hand.

It was almost funny… her younger twin pulling her along while she cries like a child. There was a time in their younger years where the roles were reversed. Lovette could easily recall the numerous times Labault cried while clutching her hand for dear life. How times have changed… they’ve changed, for better or for worse.

“Oh Lovette…” She barely registers Camille’s voice off to the side. Lovette risks making eye contact with the other woman, feeling- praying she had calmed down just enough. “You silly girl… carrying that burden all by your lonesome…” On her lips was a comforting smile, Camille openly crying softly. “I’d knock some sense into that noggin of yours if I didn’t want to hug you so bad.” She sniffles through a laugh. “That can wait. You’ve got something to finish up here. We’ll be talking about this later! Understood?” She tried to sound stern as she took a step back.

“Well- you can have your go at her after I’ve given her a stern talking to myself.” Labault chimes in before fully turning to the shadowy specter wearing his sister’s visage.

She speaks, her tone bone chilling yet laced with a misery so terribly familiar. “You have borne witness to the darkness within us… to what lies beneath the mask…” Her smile was empty.

Labault shakes his head. “Surely you don’t think this is the first time I’ve witnessed this side of you? Lest you forget… your darkest night was mine as well…” He refers to that fateful night they lost the little settlement they had called their home, when the knights barged down doors and burned down innocents. “I would be a fool to judge the black stains on your heart. A hypocrite, more like. I have my own fair share.” He places a hand on his chest with a wistful expression. “The dark does not scare me, not anymore. You never scared me. Confusing as this may all be…” The hand that laid just over his heart was now outstretched towards the phantom knight. “You are a part of her. So I will love you all the same… thorns and all…”

Her smile does not budge, though perhaps it was Lovette’s imagination that made it seem just a touch warmer than it was before. “And what of you… what of us…”

There were a myriad of things Lovette could have said, should have said at this very moment. None of the words seemed to make past her lips. The only thing she could do was reach out and pray that was enough to convey what was in her heart.

“So this is your answer…” The phantom closes her eyes, her smile wider. “Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen…” She reaches out in kind. The next words she speaks are not aloud, Lovette feels them in her mind more than hears them. “... if this is how it must be, then so be it. But know that when you tire of this charade, I shall be here… waiting to take the reins…” She sighs. “You need only ask…”

Lovette gives a watery laugh. “There will be no need to take the reins, I should hope…” She whispers, knowing she must look odd. “Come that day… I should hope to stand beside you instead��” She does not know if the specter, the darkness made manifest in her heart could hear her. She fret over that other time. When Lovette opens her eyes, she didn’t realize they were even closed at all, she watches the remnants of her other self vanish in a puff of darkness. Just as she was about to turn towards the crowd, an apology on her tongue, she is cut short by Camille who has nearly lunged at her to pull her into a backbreaking embrace.

“You sour toad! Scaring the daylights out of me like that!” She pulls back to shake Lovette by the shoulders. “You’ve got some nerve keeping all that to yourself like you aren’t loved! Fury have mercy on you by the time I get through that thick skull of yours!” Off to their side, Labault can’t help but laugh. Camille shoots him a withering glare before finally letting go of Lovette. “Though… I suppose I owe you an apology as well.”

Lovette blinks owlishly. “... what for…? You’ve done no wrong, there's nothing to apologize for…I was the one who… who…” She stares at her feet recalling the many outbursts of rage she’s had as of recent, even going as far to push those she cares about away.

“You hush up Miss Vairemont! I will not be hearing any of this!” She wags a finger like a disappointed parent. “...I should have come to your aid sooner, properly… I didn’t enter a Duskwight Sisterhood with you just to leave you to hurt alone!” Camille signs. “What’s done is done. Now apologize to your brother! I can only imagine how worried to death he was over you!”

Lovette mumbles something sour about how she was being treated like a child despite Camille only being just a couple years or so older than her. Still, she was right. Lovette does owe her brother an apology, he was the one who received the brunt of her cold behavior. “Labault… I…” She fiddles with her hands. “No amount of words can properly encompass how sorry I am for pushing you the way I did.” She bows her head in shame. “I’m so sorry…” She makes a silent promise to do all she could to earn forgiveness.

“You’re forgiven.” Labault says with no hesitation in his voice. He holds up a hand to hush his sister when he hears the strangled cough from her. “This is my way of repaying a long overdue debt…” Given the confusion on his sister’s face, he continues. “This isn't the first time we’ve butt heads like this. Many moons ago it was me who pushed and pushed and pushed. Yet no matter how cruel I was, you remained ever at my side.”

The gears began to turn. “You don’t mean…! The time that sorry sod took advantage of you! You knob! You know damned well I never once held that against you!”

“You could have. I wish you did, just a little… our being family means little when you don't owe that kindness to me at all when I only greeted you with cruelty at the time.” She hates to admit there was some merit to his words. Kinder faces have betrayed them, faces under the guise of being like family. “You chose to be patient with me so… I chose the same for you.” He smiles brightly. “So I forgive you. I forgave you long ago.”

Lovette is rendered speechless, she can feel the tears welling up again. “... you cheeky boy you…” She says under her breath to prevent another round of sobs. Lovette smiles back at her brother with the same brightness. They’ve shared many dark nights, but they’ve made it through them all the same. Bruised and battered, sure… but alive. When it felt as though the world around them was crumbling, the family they once knew gone, their lives turned on it’s head, the one constant in each of their lives was one another. She couldn’t have asked for a better sibling. “Thank you… so so much Labault…”

#cadaverous creations #lovette vairemont #I threw in a screen cap from the quests too #add a little spice #I think #anyways moving on #I pray this isnt as rough as I think it is #I can always edit this later but so long as I got a grand majority of errors Im content

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dorothyporker · 1 year

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Breakfast today: oatmeal with mango and a hint of pink peppercorn, which was calling to me as I was cutting into the mango.

Very good eating.

#breakfast #food tumblr #oatmeal #mango #add a little spice #comfort food #foodgasm

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the-witchhunter · 1 month

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DP x DC: Dash

I just realized I haven’t seen a lot of things that actually utilize Dash as a character

Like, there’s things that have a character named Dash who is in it to some degree, but I don’t think I’ve seen something that uses the character

What do I mean by that?

Look at the character of Dash in Danny Phantom, he’s an archetypal popular high school quarterback bully type. He’s the Flash Thompson to Danny’s Spider-Man. His purpose in the show is as a minor antagonistic force, not really an antagonist on his own, he sets up Danny as an underdog “unpopular” kid, and a source of comedy

But he also has a tiny dog named Pookie and fanboys hard over Phantom despite bullying Fenton, and he really likes football, has his best friend Kwan, he struggles with his grades, and dislikes feeling small and weak, something he explicitly says in an episode. There are some genuinely interesting character traits a person can use in a story

And I think that any of the few times I’ve seen him used in this crossover, besides 1 or 2 fics, you could have covered up his name and I would not have been able to tell who the character is because none of his actual character traits were used

Which I think is a shame because there is utility to having him as a character. There’s personal conflict and growth regarding him bullying/having been a bully to Danny

Plus the classic “is a bully because of internalized homophobia and has feelings for the one he bullies” it’s the entire dynamic of “swagger bishie” Dash and Danny’s ship. You could just as easily transpose that to another character

Or even just “makes things more complicated by being involved in a situation where Danny has to protect him” Imagine how tempting it would be to just let something happen to him? The conflict, the desire to just not save this one person

And of course

“Jason Todd breaking into Dash’s room and threatening to end his football career by shooting him in the kneecap, all because Dash bullied Danny”

There’s utility in using Dash’s actual character traits and I think we really undersell him as an interesting character that can add a little something to a story

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dash baxter #definitely don’t have to use him #but using some of his character traits adds spice when he is being used #he’s not necessarily a good person #definitely a shitty teen #but that adds something #it’s a spice #maybe not one you want to use for every dish #but a little goes a long way

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torturedpoetdean · 10 months

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picture to burn (homophobic version) and better than revenge (misogynistic version) you will always be famous

#they add SPICE #taylor swift #ana’s silly little thoughts

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prettyinaccurate · 9 months

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alkali solutions often contain lye, and are a leading cause of chemically inflicted blindness

#aka how graham got a little bit blind #ocs #graham f. hurst #this happened right after he dropped out of college and was still broke #but its okay bc it adds spice

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v7n5 · 5 days

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Idk why but he looks suspiciously slutty here

#like him being fully shirtless doesn’t come off this scandalous #the rain jacket kinda adds a little spice to the girls. they’re serving #narrator fight club #fight club #I wish I had a better screenshot of this

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yuridemon · 28 days

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EVERYDAY I'M LOSIN' MY MIND. (FEELS LIKE THEY'RE WATCHIN' ME.)

alternate versions

#ivorycello #ivorycello fanart #zyart #zydoodles #i scrapped the wing and halfassed the bg. sorry gang.#i wanted to spice up the design a little so... flat bg + no shading added for viewing pleasure #im listening to jenny rn guysIWANNA RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP!!!#Idk what to say sooo like flips my hair. please enjoy #if i need to add a cw or something ?? someone lmk ?? otherwise im not bcs this doesnt feel Necessary here ?

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plusie · 7 months

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🌸 • mods fav webkinz !!!

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parimass · 1 year

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#alpine skiing #yes i know #i too see a pattern #listen #normal is boring #i like my boys a little chaotic #add a little spice #you know?#alexander steen olsen

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snail-scholar · 3 months

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yeah yeah we all love the "you fuck her" scene because the mom is right on the money sorta, but is it just me or is it also kinda fucked up?

isn't it fucked up that she thinks the only way andrew, ashley's whole ass brother who essentially had to raise her himself, would stay by her side, would be if he got to bang her?

isn't it fucked up that she thinks the only way ashley could possibly have value to someone would be tied to her body?

doesn't it a hit a bit close home to anybody who had one of those moms who kept policing your appearance and general behavior because "men won't want you if you do this and that"?

ashley deserved to eat her parents. as a treat.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #i saw a few people here and there diminishing coffincest because it's straight #and like. fair. preferences #but i think the gender roles in their relationship are actually very interesting to analyze #even if they're not in the spotlight you can see it #on how ashley is the one who cooks and cleans while we often see andrew sitting down checking the news #and how that routine affects their dynamic #even to the way ashley was treated as a kid #suspiciously similar to how neurodivergent girls are treated #and considering most of the trauma comes from the mother it adds a spice to their mother-daughter dynamic #because like. i think so many people fail to acknowledge a lot of the misogyny faced by little girls comes from women and other girls #i just. think about ashley and her experiences a lot.#i should stop rambling before i write the first draft of an essay or smth

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noecoded · 7 months

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Idec abt the plot of obey me anymore can they add in a chapter where asmo & mc fuck or something

#come on.lets spice it up a little. getting dull #thdy can add a scene where u find out hes like a shapeshifter too. whatever parts u want. idc

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akkivee · 10 days

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The Rosho Special☆ Cream of the Crop Curry: Hypmic Curry Drama Track TL

Sasara: Oh, you’ve really been cookin’!

Rei: That curry smell is really making me hungry!

Rosho: It’s a miracle I was able to even decipher what you meant in that text! Why am I the only one working on this??

Sasara: Don’t sweat the small stuff! Have you finished making our super interesting curry yet?

Rosho: I did my best to follow your recipe but…

Rei: Hm? You didn’t make a normal curry?

Sasara: Tut tut tut! You see, this curry was made with some special ingredients!

Rei: It looks brown like any other curry, so I can’t tell the difference.

Sasara: I’ll give you a hint! I was thinking of calling it, "This Curry's Got You Gigged!!" Setting off any bells??

Rei: You can’t be thing about… Actually, no, that hint was so stupid, I got nothing for you.

Sasara: Hey now!!

Rosho: I used flounder in the curry, but if you can’t tell that at a glance, that’s gotta mean your joke’s fallen flat, right?

Rei: The curry’s meant sell, so it should have a little more impact.

Sasara: I guess you’re right… It’s gotta be appealing televised too…

Rosho: Let’s take a moment to brainstorm.

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Sasara: *pops a cold one open* Man, nothing’s coming to mind at all…!

Rei: The theme you had settled on was, “A Bizarre Brown Curry,” right?

Rosho: We shouldn’t even try to be teeming with themes! It’s all about the flavours!!

Sasara: “Okra-zy Curry” doesn’t sound too bad!

Rosho: Okra me a river!!

Rei: How about “Kelp!! Addicted to Seaweed Curry”?

Rosho: Oh, now you’re just sailing on his coattails!

Sasasa: “Ya Kraken Me Up Squid Curry”!!

Rosho: Quit it with the seafood puns!! Geez, you’re not even trying to solve the root of the problem.

Sasara: Nyahaha…! No, yeah, you’re right.

Rei: But curry’s just curry, isn’t it? How can you even get someone to give a laugh at it at just a glance?

Rosho: How many times do I gotta say, that’s why we’re sittin’ around thinkin’ about it!!

Sasara: I think the alcohol’s getting to us~ Let’s get some food down, so we can sober up.

Rei: I agree. I’d like one order of flounder curry with rice!

Rosho: You takin’ my home as an izakaya?? Serve your own curry!!

Sasara: Phew whee, Mista Rosho here sure is stingy!

Rei: Well, sounds like I got no other choice.

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Rei: Hey, so this is getting annoying to handle, you mind if I use this whole pot?

Sasara: Rosho, whatcha want me to do with this bag?

Rosho: Shut up, the both of you!! For now, just bring everything to me.

Rei: And there. Rice is served~

Sasara: And here’s a bit of the curry to top it off!

Rosho: Oh yeah, we’re using this too!

Sasara: “A White Stew for Rice”? You brought out some boil in bag goods you had bagged up?

Rosho: A student of mine gave it to me as a souvenir from a Hokkaido trip. It apparently has some Hokkaido specialties in it.

Rei: Their milk is incredibly tasty. And so… *pours it in*

Rosho: Hey!!!! What the heck are you doing??

Rei: This is my specialty, “Stew On This Rice”!

Rosho: The bag wasn’t even boiled yet… I guess I’ll stick it in the microwave.

Sasara: Wait a sec!

Rosho: What are you making that serious face for?

Sasara: If it’s cream… How does “Cream Of The Crop Curry” sound??

Rei: Ohhh, we are aiming for something eye-catching but… Wait, actually, this might work.

Rosho: It’s more of a stew though…

Sasara: Let’s have a taste test first!

*microwave dings*

DH: *eats*

Sasara: Woah??? This creamy stew and rice pair together so well!!

Rei: And this white colour gives it quite the impact.

Sasara: This is it! This is the curry that’s going to carry Dotsuitare Hompo to victory!

Rosho: But this isn’t curry?? What do you mean we’re going to use a stew??

Rei: Why’re you fussing? All we have to do is say we made a white curry.

Rosho: Then how do you explain how we made it??

Rei: White curry does exist, you know. There are spices for it and everything. Curry connoisseurs would be familiar with it.

Sasara: Is that so?? Well, there you have it, Rosho! I’ll let you figure out what those spices are!

Rosho: No, you won’t!! Shouldn’t we all be trying to figure this out??

Rei: Ahaha! I believe you’ll figure it out somehow.

Sasara: Alright! “The Rosho Special☆ Cream of The Crop Curry” is definitely going to take us to the top!!

#sasara nurude #rosho tsutsujimori #rei amayado #dotsuitare hompo #hypmic #hypnosis mic #HOW DO DH TRANSLATORS DO IT I WAS MISERABLE TRYING TO MAKE THEIR STUPID PUNS WORK #a lot got lost in the sauce i'm sorry i'm not better at this lol 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️#first and foremost is that the title in romaji reads 'omoshiroi karee'#and that the word for 'white' is 'shiroi'#'omoshiroi' and 'shiroi' you see the pun right lmao #i decided to tl it as cream of the crop bc cream is a shade of white and it has milk lol win win i think #this whole thing was made of little puns like that i'll type them out if you ask but i won't in the tags lol #also if you've had a rice and chicken casserole add some curry spice to it and that is exactly this curry LMAO #i understand why rosho was concerned lmao but it was incredibly tasty lol #a very familiar tasting curry bc it tasted like a casserole but idk i kinda wanna dock points off for it lol #we'll see how it falls in the end lol #curry tl

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