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I drew them. I feel like not drawing the claw hands on amazake was best for me. This will become something bigger soon 🔜
#food fantasy#food fantasy fanart#digital art#ff aizen#ff amazake#ff fallen angel#food fantasy fallen angel#fanart#sketch
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IT'S GOOD OL LIL PRAJNA!!!
Drawn at 30th Dec 2021
Prajna is one of my favorite fallen angels, I'm surprised to see not many fanart of the little puppet
Well, I don't blame y'all
The sash on the hip have so many details, I end up hiding them with the feet instead-
#Food Fantasy#fanart#illustration#Prajna (FF)#I honestly would love to draw Prajna again#Prajna is such a cutie man-#the designs for the fallen angels are pretty nice tbh#I need to draw Conchi tbh#N41R Drawings
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ankimo playing real hard to get lately hiding behind bak kut teh and matsutake dobinmushi and buddha's temptation and mapo tofu. but right now. in this moment. i only have eyes for you.
#food fantasy#ankimo#ankimo ff#please baby i have your liver supply right here#ive been in the catacombs gutting fallen angels foe you
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Driven solely by pleasure and desire, Gluttony was easily swayed to the Morning Star’s side under the promise of more indulgence than he could handle. Now a Lord of Hell, Gluttony spends his days gorging on the souls of the damned and everything they brought with them.
#hero forge#Gluttony#seven deadly sins#demon#fallen angel#monster#rebellion#fantasy#heaven#hell#food#drink
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I don't think that Aziraphale fell in love with Crowley during The Blitz. I think Aziraphale *realized for sure that he was capable of romantic love* during The Blitz... because Crowley had shown that he was. These are two different things...
This is a bit long... Controversial opinions below...
Aziraphale has always had a thing for Crowley, since the beginning or damn near it. We see evidence of liking his attention and enjoying talking with him in the Garden. We see joy at seeing Crowley and nervousness about getting his attention ("still a demon then?") in Ancient Rome. We see him absolutely *loving* having Crowley wrapped around his finger at the Globe Theatre and we see naked lust and damsel fantasies when he's checking him out in The Bastille. Having feelings for Crowley is not something that just suddenly happened during The Blitz, imo... they are fundamental to who Aziraphale has always been... but Aziraphale does not think himself a very good angel.
To Aziraphale, an angel is a being of love so why *wouldn't* he love Crowley? He loves *everyone*-- fallen or not, human or animal or etheral or supernatural. His *entire identity and only job* is built around love and spreading it. At some point, he began to realize that what he felt for Crowley was different than what he felt for others and, as his study of humanity progressed, he would note the things it seemed to be like. Aziraphale loves humanity to absolute bits and that includes all the fun things they've uncovered to get up to, from books to super gay gentleman's clubs to Parisian crepes. Aziraphale absolutely noticed that he's attracted to Crowley. He absolutely knew that the things he felt about Crowley were things that these humans were writing about in love songs, except that *it couldn't be, not really, because that would be wrong* because he's *not* a human.
He's an *angel*.
And Crowley is a fallen angel-- a *demon*.
They are beings who cannot feel these things of humans, not fully. Is this denial on Aziraphale's part? Oh, heavens, yes. Because what kind of angel would he be if, instead of just spreading love everywhere, he actually went and *fell* in love with, of all creatures, a *demon*? What kind of angel wants to roger said demon into next Tuesday? The same kind of angel who likes to indulge in pleasures in a way that is definitely not de rigueur in sanitized, open floor plan Heaven. Does *Crowley* care that Aziraphale eats too many sweets and loves the pleasures of a good book? Of course not but Crowley is a demon so he should be into indulgence. Aziraphale doesn't expect Crowley to understand that the things they share in common-- the love of music (if different types), of the stars, of words (books, plays), of food (Aziraphale eating it, Crowley watching Aziraphale eating it) and really just *humanity* as a whole--... these things make Crowley a perfectly fine demon but Aziraphale a very, very bad angel. While Crowley rather likes that Aziraphale is different from other angels, *Aziraphale* doesn't like that about himself all the time. This is why it takes until The Blitz for Aziraphale to let himself admit that the romantic love he feels for Crowley is, in fact, romantic love... he can't admit it until Crowley, through Crowley's own actions, shows him.
It happens during The Blitz because *Crowley* shows him that *demons* are capable of romantic love. Not only capable of it but really rather quite *good* at it, if they are of such a mind. Crowley's act of saving the books is what does it. Aziraphale knows that Crowley will always come to rescue him. The Bastille proves it. He not only knows it but he goes out of his way to set up scenarios for Crowley to come to his rescue. What sets The Blitz apart is Crowley saving Aziraphale's books. It is an act of such pure, unselfish, unconditional love that Aziraphale cannot see it as anything *but* that. Crowley has been bringing Aziraphale presents for millennia. He's rescued him more times than either of them can count. They've spent centuries in one another's company and performed literal miracles to make one another happy and safe and comfortable but the reason why it's the books during The Blitz that changes everything for Aziraphale is because everything else, if Aziraphale was of mine to, could be spun as Crowley being a demon and trying to keep Aziraphale close for his *own* reasons.
Aziraphale isn't really an idiot. He knows the wily ol' serpent feels the same way about him as he does about them. It's been centuries upon centuries. He's noticed Crowley's love and adoration and desperate, pining want-- he's just never *allowed himself to assume that these things aren't just demon-y traits*. He thinks Crowley *is just like this* lol. That everyone gets this version of Crowley. And since they barely interact with one another in front of other people lest they get caught fraternizing, there's not really anyone to ever argue against this point.
Ever notice how Aziraphale thinks Crowley is the smoothest, slickest tempter known to man? He's *Asmodeus* to Aziraphale. He's a seductive snake who lured all of humanity out of the garden. Aziraphale thinks himself just an angel (the one who failed at guarding said garden, mind you) and not an especially good one at that. Crowley is *tempting*... because he's temptation personified. (Demonified?) Aziraphale thinks he is *tempted* by Crowley because he is weak and a bad angel. To Aziraphale, Crowley isn't *capable* of things like romantic love because Aziraphale has been taught that all angels are just beings of pure love of God-- a kind of non-sexual, generalized love for all of God's creatures-- and Crowley is a fallen angel. Not only was he not capable of romantic love when he was an angel but he certainly couldn't be now that he's a *demon*, right?
But then Crowley saves the books. Oh, the books...
And the only reason he would is for Aziraphale. The books are old but there are other copies. It's not all the world's knowledge; it's just Aziraphale's favorites from his prophecy collection. Just his own, very human, very earthly, possessions, rescued from a fire by the romantic hero who has also come to rescue him. Just a little miracle of Crowley's own-- using his powers and risking the wrath of Hell to comfort Aziraphale and make him happy.
It's obviously not the first time Crowley has done so but it's the first time that Aziraphale has had *no other excuse* in his mind for why Crowley did what he did for Aziraphale. The Arrangement? Benefitted Crowley. Spending time with Aziraphale? Benefitted Crowley by keeping Aziraphale invested in The Arrangement. Flirting with him, bringing him little gifts? The Arrangement, The Arrangement, The Arrangement... But the books?
Crowley didn't have to do that. He had come to rescue him. The dashing hero kink was already fufilled for Aziraphale. But saving Aziraphale's beloved books and the soft "little miracle of my own" and "lift home" and Aziraphale realized that, Demonic Chief Seductress of Hell or not, Crowley was in love with him.
Not just fond of him. Not just flirting with him or bemused by Aziraphale's lust and indulging him. Not just friends, even.
In love with him.
Demons could fall in love.
And if demons could be in love, then angels...
The Blitz is also *way* different from the era circa The Bastille, when Aziraphale decided that maybe millennia of being flirted with by Asmoseus himself was too much for any one angel to withstand without actively indulging in a bit-- and their long history and everything up to that point confirming that Crowley was soft for him (FOR HIM, a terrible, little, nobody angel!) made him feel safe enough to play a bit more of a heavier hand... even if that, too, was a bit terrifying. When Crowley asked Aziraphale to lunch in the modern era in S1, telling him they could go anywhere Aziraphale wanted to go (a call back, we would learn, to the Soho car "I'll take you anywhere you want to go" scene), what does Aziraphale say?
He doesn't say London in the '40s. (Admittedly, who would want to be there then, romance with Crowley notwithstanding?) Nor any other time. He says:
"Paris. 1793." to which Crowley replies with a little knowing smile:
"Ah. The Reign of Terror."
Yeah, Crowley's not *just* referring to the actual, historical Reign of Terror here. He's referring to *Aziraphale's* reign of terror. *Their* reign of terror. Aziraphale's whole lusty arc, from crepes to "learning The Gavotte" here as he upped the ante on their relationship for the first time...
"Was that one yours or mine?" Crowley asks, putting Aziraphale a bit at ease after knowing that admitting to Paris 1793 was a bit of open honesty by telling him that Aziraphale wasn't the only one scared out of his mind then. (Was that bit of our history primarily my terror or your terror? is what Crowley's really asking. Which one of us was fucking it up then, do you remember?... Not that they don't remember. They both do. Crowley is trying to say that the fear isn't one-sided-- that Aziraphale isn't the only one for whom all of this has always been terrifying.)
Aziraphale says he can't remember (might not be true) but that it doesn't matter because "the crepes were lovely" and Crowley smiles.
Because Aziraphale is calling him lovely. Says their date was lovely and he was lovely. Crowley all like...
The reason why Aziraphale wants to go back to lunch on the post-Bastille date is not just the crepes (though they were really good but you cannot tell me that the French haven't gotten better at making them since the 1700s lol. I'm sure there's a better creperie he and Crowley could have lunched at in the modern era.) He wants to go back there because, in a way, as complicated as it felt, it was *simpler* because Aziraphale thought he understood what he and Crowley were then.
He thought Crowley was temptation personified and that he, Aziraphale, had finally gone full Eve and wanted to give in. He thought it was lust. A little bit of rescue kink. Eyes raking him over. the fun, daring game of playing at the seduction *of temptation itself*. The power of knowing that Hell's Seductress in Chief was weak *for him*. That's a sexy lunch. Those are some *damn good crepes* lol.
Finally, Aziraphale had it figured out, right? He was a being of love since he was an angel so he loved all beings and that included Crowley but not in the way the humans sing and write about, no, cannot be, because he's an angel... but... angels-- bad ones, like himself-- did appear to be open to temptation and Aziraphale has been on Earth since the beginning and struggles to define the difference between temptation and pleasure. Is moaning over this blueberry muffin sinful-- or is it marveling at the work of God's creatures? How could his favorite symphony not be of God? How could God have created sexual attraction between the humans and not made it holy? Still... none of that meant that having these human-like feelings *as an angel* made them okay. Angels were supposed to think like Gabriel. They weren't supposed to want to sully the celestial temple of their corporations with gross matter-- in any way, shape or form. So what did it say about Aziraphale *to* Aziraphale if he liked art and food and if he got all sorts of hot about how Crowley looked at him?
And then not that long after that (not that long for them) came the 1800s and Crowley wanting holy water, right? Aziraphale defaulted to the idea that Crowley's motivations *had* to be selfish on Crowley's part. He was a demon so they *had* to be. It couldn't be about protecting the two of them. Holy water could kill Crowley-- it could kill other demons. Crowley's request was a subtle suggestion that *he might be willing to kill other demons to protect Aziraphale, an angel* and that went against *everything* Aziraphale knew to be true and he completely panicked. He made it entirely about Crowley's own, occasional, suicidal ideations (which do exist) and ignored the other potential reasons because it was too much for him to admit that Crowley's hurt-- his loneliness, his terror-- might be because Aziraphale had gotten this all very, very wrong. He might have just spent the last few decades leading Crowley on, thinking that the fraterization was what the demon would want, not thinking that anything more was possible. Because it *couldn't* be possible for Crowley to feel those things *because then Aziraphale would be capable of them, too*. So long as Aziraphale pretends that Crowley the Fallen Angel is incapable of more than mischief and self-serving arrangements and demonic lust, then Aziraphale can remain comforted in his feelings that he isn't capable of feeling not *angelic, generalized* love but *romantic, very much unplatonic* love for *his hereditary enemy*. A *human* would have been easier for Aziraphale to understand and maybe even solicit more sympathy should anyone find out but *Crowley*?
It would mean he wasn't just a bad angel, by Heaven's standards.
It would mean he doesn't know what an angel *truly is*.
When Crowley shows Aziraphale during The Blitz that he loves him-- that he's *in* love with him-- that every longing look was just that, that every spark of desperate lust in his yellow eyes was just that, that demons are fallen angels and angels can feel these human things and that that's what they are feeling-- these human things-- Aziraphale doesn't fall in love.
He was already in love.
He allows himself, for the first moment in their history, to *be* in love with Crowley, even if it's existed the whole time.
But...
By Soho in the '60s, he and Crowley both know. They know the other knows how they feel. Crowley, back in the '40s, thought Aziraphale was more ready than he was after the whole Reign of Terror through the Holy Water Incident. He thought he just had to show Aziraphale that how he felt was pure and true and he did do that. It's just that it completely upended everything Aziraphale thought he knew about himself and his place in the universe and challenged everything he had ever known or been taught. He needed time to work through that. He asked Crowley for time. He brought him the holy water-- in that cute little tartan Thermos-- to say he understood.
You're mine, see, and I'm yours. I'm just not ready for this. And I'm not sure if I ever *should* be ready for it... is the general attitude he conveys.
He didn't give up on the idea of him and Crowley and that is really beautiful when you consider that the no-longer-deniable truth of it basically was killing Aziraphale, as it made him feel like he failed at the only thing he was ever supposed to be, which means he failed at his whole purpose in life.
Maybe one day we could go for a picnic... or dine at the Ritz.
It's still a pipe dream for Aziraphale in the '60s. These are very romantic things he wants to do with Crowley. These are dates they could go on. This isn't just lust and it's not just friendship anymore. He knows Crowley's in love with him. Aziraphale has never denied having feelings of his own in return but he might never have said them more directly than with his little tartan Thermos and his daydream date ideas. The general vibe is I wish we could have this but I don't really see how and you wanting to just try it scares me. What if I fall? What if it turns out that everything I know isn't true?
It already was untrue and Aziraphale knew it. In a way, in the future, he'd tell Crowley he wanted to go back to 1793 Paris for that crepe date and start it all over again. They had 11 years-- nothing, to them-- until the end of the world. He's telling Crowley they shouldn't work together to stop it-- It's ineffable! It's God's plan! I've already interfered enough being an angel who is hopelessly lusting after and madly in love with bloody Asmodeus! If you think I'm stopping Armageddon so I can keep drinking wine and hanging out in my bookstore with you, you're mad!...
...but he's also saying to Crowley at the same time...
...I now know we are almost out of time and I regret thinking I would have countless more millennia with you to work this out. I wish we could go back and try again. I wish I had known what it was like to be with you before it was all over.
To which Crowley responds by taking him to the damn Ritz lol. (Twice, by S1's end.)
As if he's saying: can't time travel to 1793, Angel, but we can definintely make the most of every moment left.
After which... Aziraphale invites him back for Chateauneuf-de-Pape, in a situation we think might connect to S2's post-Blitz scene, based on the trailer. Just as Aziraphale is saying to Crowley that he wishes he had done things differently and Crowley gives him the opportunity to do things differently going forward by dining with him at the Ritz, it goes back to the Blitz as they walk to the bookstore, because it always will...
...because that is the first moment Aziraphale admitted he was in love because it was the first moment he truly knew that Crowley was in love with him and that the things they both felt are, in fact, romantic love.
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Hyunjin fics recommendations | SKZHUA
~ : personal favourites
I’ll keep updating this list as I keep reading. Props to all the writers here for their amazing work, you’re doing great.
WARNING: Some of these are 18+ so please look at the warnings before reading.
MAIN FIC RECS LIST
Enemies-to-lovers!(demigod)Hyunjin by @taelme | 18k+ words
enemies-to-lovers!au (kind of, i feel like it wasnt that extreme but more of a dislike-to-lovers lol), demigod!au (fluff, slight angst? its rly not much, a lot of confusion on reader’s part)
~ watercolor by @jinhyun (series) ONGOING
social media au, angst, fluff, pining, unrequited love, slow burn, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader.
just in case by @the7thcrow | 8.6k words
fluff. angst. suggestive. romcom. office au. valentine’s day au. coworkers to lovers. slight enemies to lovers.
~ nobody compares to you by @scxrlettwxtches | ~7k words
fluff, slight angst, friends to enemies to lovers (yeah, crazy right?)
~ Hyunjin’s Playlist by @chocojjk | 5.2k words
college student! hyunjin x college! student reader; strangers to lovers?
~ back in time by @changbeanie | 5.3k words
fluff, angst, time travel au.
~ forward in time by @/changbeanie | 6.8k words
Spin-off of back in time, time travel au, fluff, angst.
~ it’s knot you by @/changbeanie | 5.9k words
fluff, angst, soulmate au.
cobblestones by @cbseung (series, 10 parts) COMPLETE
fluff! lowkey enemies to lovers! royalty au.
bits of stardust. by @jeonginks | 16.8k+ words *author closed their blog*
historical au, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers.
mental patient! hyunjin by @serenhyunjinity | 2k+ words
“one side of me wants to love you but the other wants to see your blood spill from every inch of your body”
seven things by @utopianvoices | 4.3k words
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~ erubescent. by @cle1024 | ~12k words
angst, fluff, bad boy!au, florist!au, high school!au, enemies to lovers!au.
Ice by @healinghyunjin | 4.5k words
genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut; mafia!AU, strangers-to-lovers, 18+
~ There Is Magic Between Us by @mxxndreams | 19.1k words *author privated it*
one-shot, fluff, angst, attempted humour, low fantasy, frenemies to lovers, swimmer!hyunjin, merman!hyunjin, witch!reader, high school!au, modern-day setting.
beauty and the beast by @froggybaek | 9.4k words
fluff, angst, beauty and the beast au.
For you, For us, For Them by @mrs-i-have-too-many-biases | 25.9k words
Fluff/ Angst, Fantasy au, Fairy au, Enemies to Lovers, Kind of Slowburn!Fluff?, Knight Fairy!Hyunjin X Princess Fairy!Reader.
~ DESCENT TO HELL. by @hwangsify | 13.7k+ words
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~ NEVERENDING STORY by @crispy-chan | 23k words
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~ the dating experiment by @caseiloveu | 12.1k words *author privated it*
fake dating!au, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, happy ending (i hope), slightly suggestive at best, kissing, food mention, swearing, misunderstanding, murder thread (not real, we're only fed up), best friend!felix, i literally loved this idea so much, i'm so sorry if i crash you tumblr app, maknae line cameo, minho is part of the squad but not in the story.
burn for you by @inniejeonginnie | 8.3k words
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just stay with me by @straywrds | 17k words
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~ the duke and i by @/chanluster | 32.3k words
mature, fluff, bridgerton! au, f2l! au, noble! reader, duke! hyunjin.
~ Falling From Grace by @lixesque | 15.4k words *author closed their blog*
fluff and angst but there’s a happy ending.
Clover Prince by @chaninfused | 25.7k words
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+18, Mdni! forced proximity, exes-to-lovers.
~ The snow falls, we fall apart. by @astraystayyh | 13k words
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~ ace by @forlix | 15.2k words
volleyball player!hyunjin x tutor!reader (gn), college!au, sports!au, fake enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn. hyunjin is a huge flirt. mc #DGAF. two polar opposites sharing one soul. a seungjin fic if u squint. loosely inspired by the manga/anime haikyuu!!
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AN ANGEL, MY ANGEL, AND ME- PT. 1
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Fallen Angel!Sungchan x Reader (she/her)
Teaser // Preview // 1 // 2 // 3
[Feat.] Soyeon from (G)i-dle, Shotaro from Riize, and BoA
Chp. Word Count 5.7k
Synopsis Finding out your best friend is a guardian angel is pretty mind numbing. It only gets worse when you find out a Fallen Angel has been hiding in your apartment for two years. You think your life can’t get any weirder, until you start lying about being married to keep your new job.
Genre Low Fantasy, Romantic Comedy, Ridiculously Fluffy, some angst, fake dating
Chapter Warnings Swearing, Food/ Eating, cops/ fictional police force, Catholic Religious imagery, HR interview violation
CHAPTER ONE- THE BLACK CAT CONSPIRACY
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You uncomfortably picked at your cuticles, anxious by the lack of activity in your email. It had only been a week since you started applying for jobs, and yet already you had begun feeling discouraged. The candle you lit in your room a few hours ago filled your lungs with eucalypts, and you still had not been able to calm down. You knew the candle couldn’t exactly work miracles, but still! Your cat sat on your lap, and you quietly dusted off the cuticles that blemished his black fur.
“Sorry, Eerie,” you muttered. You scratched his ear delicately, and he leaned against your hand to show his forgiveness.
“Hey! I’m gonna order a pizza, do you want to split it?” your roommate walked in through your open door, plopping herself on your bed with her eyes on her phone. Your cat turned its head as if to glare at her before placing himself back down.
“Sure,” you responded dryly, still tugging at the loose cuticle. Soyeon looked up from her phone to see your bright computer screen.
“Not this again,” she grumbled. She stood up from your bed and kicked your chair away. Your cat leapt out from your lap and scampered to the corner of your room, hissing at your roommate.
“Hey! You scared Eerie!” you sat up to move her away but she was quick to close all of your computer tabs.
“You need to chill the fuck out. We still have a month left before graduation,” Soyeon reminded before snatching your hand to hold in front of your face, “you are out of cuticles,” she then tossed your hand down and turned her gaze to the cat that hissed at her, “and that cat is always scared.”
You sighed in defeat, “my brain knows objectively that you’re right, but can’t help it. I have to start paying back these student loans soon..”
“I’m ordering the pizza, and we’re watching something.”
You and Soyeon sat on the couch eating your pizza as Ouran High School Host Club played on your living room screen. Eerie sat next to you on the couch, cuddled up against your side as he seemingly watched the screen.
“How many times have we seen this show?” Soyeon asked. The pizza had long been finished, and the empty box sat in front of you on the coffee table, covering the extensive bridal and wedding magazines you had been taking notes on.
“I lost count after the seventh rewatch,” you shrugged, “I think Eerie’s seen it like four times at this point.”
“That cat is fucking weird,” she muttered this sentiment for the one millionth time since you brought the cat home.
“He’s just a little eccentric,” you defended. You scratched the cat behind the ears, and you felt him lean closely into your hand.
“He’s like… I swear he’s like a person,” Soyeon hissed.
“If he was, then he would have to pay his own pet rent.”
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“Remember your final exam will be cumulative,” your professor reminded your class the following morning. You rubbed your temples, hoping the motion would stifle the headache you were nursing to no avail.
You were stuffing your backpack as the rest of the lecture hall emptied. You had another lecture in about two hours, so you weren’t in much of a rush all things considered. Running up through your mental to-do list, you figured you’d get some extra studying done before lecture, and afterwards you’d grab some more kitty litter. Leaving the hall, your pace was followed by someone you had only seen in class and never spoke to outside of that.
“Hey, do you get anything the professor has been going on about?”
“Oh… yeah it’s a bit complicated.”
“My name’s Shotaro,” he smiled brightly despite his seeming distress. “I noticed you’re the only one the prof doesn’t call on, and I figure it’s because they know you know your stuff.”
He did have a point. In your undergrad years, you were a pretty intense student and always visited all of your professors' office hours. While you weren’t as obsessive as a graduate student, you still submitted all of your coursework on time with excellent grades.
“I’m y/n,” you nodded. There was an awkward pause before Shotaro asked the question you were dreading- if he could pick your brain before the next lecture.
Sitting next to him in the library, you sat for about an hour, the young man scooched a little closer to you than you would have liked.
“So, these two would be contrasting then, yeah?” he asked, pointing between two choices.
“Yep!” you nodded before glancing back at the time. “Ah, I’ve gotta go.”
You turned towards your backpack that sat between the two of you before glancing back up. In an attempt to help, Shotaro had shut your notebook and held it in his hand, extending it towards you. Maybe he was a bit strange, but he didn’t seem harmful, at least.
You returned home later that day, exhausted, the kitty litter bag heavy on your arm as you entered.
You shut the door behind you, Eerie immediately wrapping himself around your ankles. You smiled, crouching down to pet the cat behind his ears. He seemed unbothered, continuing to rub his scent between your now outstretched hand and ankles.
“I didn’t see any animals today, buddy,” you chuckled. Eerie scrunched up his face as if to respond to you. You stood up, and made your way to your room with Eerie following closely behind you. You began the process of taking your laptop out so you could start up on more job applications when something slipped out of your backpack onto the floor of your room.
“Huh?” you frowned, bending down to pick it up only to hear Eerie hiss and scramble out of your room. “What the fuck?” you shook your head, picking up the small black string bag that you had no recollection of ever owning. Carefully undoing the string, you dropped its contents into your hand- a small, smooth, green and silver gemstone. You heard the front door open, but instead of greeting Soyeon you stayed in your room, holding the gemstone high above your head and towards the light to try and see if you could figure out what it was.
“Hey, why is that stupid cat cowering behind the couch?” Soyeon asked.
“I have no idea, this rock fell out of my bag and he-,” you looked over at Soyeon and froze. Your eyes widened, and your grip on the rock tightened in fear as you tried to make sense of the image of your best friend of several years before you.
“Hey, is everything okay?” she took a step towards you, and you hesitantly took a step back. Her white wings were protruding from her back and were massive- how could you have never seen something like this? No- was this even real?
You squeezed your eyes tightly shut before opening them. Nothing changed besides the worry on Soyeon’s face.
“Soyeon, what the fuck is that on your back?” you cried. You watched the wings expand slightly as if you had ruffled them with your words.
She glanced back, ignoring the wings before looking back at you.
“What are you talking about?”
“Dude, you have fucking wings!” you yelled, waving the stone in your hand as if to gesture to the giant wings she had. Her eyes widened before she stepped forward as if to speak to you in a more hushed tone. You panicked, and rushed past her and out of your room and into the living room, hoping to put some distance between the two of you.
“How long have you had those things!? What the fuck is going on? Oh god I’m losing it,” you shut your eyes again, massaging your temples with an aggressive pressure as you tried to sift through your memories. You met Soyeon over ten years ago, and while she was more outgoing than you, and was always there for you, she had never had wings or seemed abnormal in any way. You had met her family for heaven’s sake!
You opened your eyes again, now with your back to your couch as you sood your ground. Soyeon entered the space slowly, hands extended to show that she was no danger to you.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” her voice was soft, her head hanging low.
“I know that! I know you won’t hurt me, Soyeon! But what the fuck is going on?” you were a little insulted that she thought you were scared of her. You weren’t! You were more shocked than anything else!
“Can… can I see that rock?” she squinted, and extended an open palm. Nervously, you took a small step forward. You heard Eerie hiss angrily behind the couch, so once you placed the gemstone in your roommates hand, you moved to dig the cat out from his hiding spot, the area between the wall and the couch.
“Seraphinite…” Soyeon muttered as you looked over the back of the couch. Eerie was shaking, his brown eyes staring up in fear as you went to reach out towards him before Soyeon sprung out next to you, grabbing the cat by his scruff and yanking him out of his crevice.
“Soyeon!” you shouted, going to take the cat out of her grasp before you watched in horror as she solved the gemstone between the cat's bared teeth.
That was when, the cat you adopted over two years ago, transformed from a black cat into a man that was a foot taller than Soyeon and with dark, black wings.
“I knew it! I knew you weren’t a normal fucking cat!” Soyeon cheered, yanking the stone out of the mouth of the man that suddenly stood in your living room.
“I… I’m gonna be sick,” you muttered, leaning on the couch for support.
“See? Now you spooked her,” the man spoke. You heard a thud before a set of small arms wrapped around you to help you sit down on the couch. Your stomach turned as you looked before the two beings now standing before you- Soyeon’s bright white wings absorbing most of the light in the room, and the being formerly known as Eerie the cat’s wings were pure black.
“Fuck off! I should have the troops called on your ass so I can collect the bounty,” she hissed.
“Who the fuck are you?” you asked, trying to rack your brain for anytime Eerie seemed to, y’know, not be a cat.
“Well,” he sat down on the floor in front of you, as if he had been waiting to be asked, “I have a lot of names-.”
“Asshole,” Soyeon cut him off, earning a glare before he continued.
“But, you can call me Sungchan. I’m a fallen angel.”
“An-angel,” you repeated this word to test it out, still reeling. He nodded, reaching back to scratch a spot on his wings.
“He’s had a bounty on his head for three years… I never imagined you would have accidentally adopted a fallen angel disguising himself as a shelter cat.”
“She didn’t exactly adopt me from a shelter,” Sungchan spoke, and your eyes widened.
“Shut up! Don’t change the subject!” you jumped in. You had sort of found the black cat wandering on your college campus, and the cat had taken to following you around so much- and you were so lonely at the time. You told Soyeon you adopted Eerie from the shelter, but it was more like you adopted him directly off the streets. “Soyeon, are you an angel too?”
She nodded, “yes- but I’m not a fallen angel, I’m actually a guardian.”
“Oh, so original. Posing as a normal best friend,” Sungchan teased, earning a punch in the arm from Soyeon.
You blinked, “you're my guardian angel?”
“Duh,” she chuckled.
You were reeling, placing a hand on your forehead as you tried to understand the goddamn nightmare occuring before your eyes.
“Oh my god, you’ve seen me change! And- and get out of the shower!” you shouted, leaping up from the couch.
“Hey! Hey! I always looked away!” he defended, raising his hands in defense.
“Why would you pretend to be my cat for so long? You ate cat food and pissed in a litter box,” you argued, now just irritated by the amount you’ve spent on cat litter for seemingly no reason.
“Listen, I don’t know why, but being around you has prevented people from catching me! Plus, I got free room and board,” he shrugged.
“Soyeon, you can’t sense other angels?” you asked, waving your hands wildly. For her being your guardian angel, you couldn’t fathom her not knowing about the fallen angel living as a cat with you this whole time.
“I normally can, I also can typically sense charms… I don’t know why I couldn’t sense him,” she seemed upset before adding, “I’m sorry I let you down.”
“Typical guardian,” Sungchan scoffed. You sent him a glare before softening your gaze to Soyeon.
“You didn’t let me down… maybe that charm was just stronger than usual.”
“It’s not, but like I said, being around you has made it so I don’t get noticed,” Sungchan jumped in. “You’re a bit of a freak for a human.”
“I am not a freak. I’m a grad student in a large amount of debt with apparently two angels for roommates.”
“That is pretty abnormal, though,” Soyeon frowned, “I’m gonna need to do some research.”
“At the library of Alexandria, right?” Sungchan stood up, and maneuvered to the kitchen as if he owned the space. “It was always too packed for my taste.”
“We’re kicking him out, right?” Soyeon asked the obvious question as Sungchan rifled through your pantry and took out your chips.
“Oh my god I thought Soyeon was the one eating all of my chips,” you groaned. While, on the one hand, it would make sense to kick the mooch to the curb, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the guy. “Who are you running from?”
“The troops are the cops for angels basically. I may have… tried to sell some ancient artifacts to humans,” Sungchan scratched the back of his neck before adding, “but I wouldn’t steal from you! I swear!” He continued munching on your chips then with a smile on his face.
“Yeah, I’m highly considering it,” you looked back at your roommate with a frown. The former cat jumped, leaving the chips in the kitchen before rushing back in front of you.
“Please let me stay! I can transform back into a cat and we can pretend like nothing ever happened!”
You and Soyeon both scoffed, crossing your arms.
“Please! I’ll… I’ll do the dishes! Neither of you two like doing those.”
“Hey, we’re both busy,” you defended.
“Plus, I don’t even need a new bed or anything! I can stay where I always sleep!”
“Which is on my bed, you perv!” You snapped, throwing the couch pillow at his head.
He caught it easily before continuing, “then I’ll sleep on the floor. Please! I’ve taken care of all the rodents and bugs that keep trying to come into this apartment!”
“I can’t knowingly harbor a fugitive,” Soyeon insisted, running her fingers through her hair.
Sungchan looked at you with big, pleading eyes, his hands folded together in a prayer pose. You shut your eyes tightly, frustrated beyond belief. These past two years though, having a cat around really has made things less painful. Those late study nights where he would sit on your lap, the multiple failed first dates where he tried to never leave you alone.
You already had to deal with the change of realizing Soyeon was not organically your best friend, you weren’t sure if you could handle job hunting on top of not having a third being around.
“Oh my god you’re gonna keep him.”
“What- does being my guardian angel mean you can read my mind?”
“No dumb ass it means I can read your face like a book,” she stood up and shoved a finger against Sungchan’s chest, “if you hurt her, I will call the troops on you so fast-.”
“Why would I want to hurt the only reason I’m not currently locked up?” he countered, furrowing his brows.
Soyeon loudly groaned before turning back to face you, “I… I’m sure you have a lot of other questions.”
“How come I can… see you both now?”
Soyeon extended her hand and placed the rock on your lap. “Seraphinite. It’s a rock that’s used to identify Angels… how did you even get this?”
“I bet it was that dude you were with earlier,” Sungchan muttered, his face downturned.
“Dude… oh my god is that why you were trying to scent my legs when I got home?”
Soyeon slapped her forehead, muttering her frustrations before taking a deep breath. “Now, you’re going to see… all of the angels that co-exist on this plane of existence… unless…”
“Unless?”
“I… could wipe this from your brain,” she offered. You were frozen for a moment before you stood up, your eyes never wavering from Soyeon’s.
“You’ve done that before?”
“No! Oh my god, no never!” she stood up, grabbing your shoulders, “I swear, I never have. I just-.”
“I’m going to bed,” you broke from her grip, your feet padding on the floor quietly as Sungchan began laughing loudly at Soyeon.
You didn’t sleep much. Between the realization that Angels were real, that your best friend was not really the person you thought she was, and the fact that your cat was actually also an angel, you weren’t wired to sleep well if at all.
In the morning, you were greeted by a snoring Sungchan on the couch, and a note from Soyeon on the dining room counter.
“Giving you space. Love you bestie, and I am always there for you. Getting info, will be back asap,” you read aloud as your coffee heated up. You sighed, leaving the note on your counter as you continued mixing your coffee before starting your day.
“What are you doing today?” Sungchan’s voice made you jump, nearly dropping your mug.
“Ah! Fuck, I’m used to your bell so you don’t sneak up on me,” you defended, placing a hand on your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m going to class.”
“Take me with you!”
“Are you crazy?” you responded, taking a sip of your coffee in hopes that you’d regain some energy to deal with this.
“Please? The only time I’ve left this apartment is whenever you would take me to the vet! I promise I won’t draw any attention! Plus… your actual guardian angel isn’t here!”
“I don’t need a guardian angel,” you spat.
“Fine, your best friend isn’t here. I’ll be the person you can talk to after class during lunch!” his eyes were wide and his wings were tucked closely to his body, as if he was trying to keep his energy and nerves bottled up. You didn’t understand the logistics, but it seemed that staying at your apartment was just as safe as being out and about with you. He was likely desperate to move around somehow.
“Fine… but I have a job interview after class, so I’m gonna have to bring you back here before that.”
He nodded excitedly, the restrictions seeming to have no weight on him at all. So, now you sat in the back of the full lecture hall with Sungchan, who wore a smile the whole time despite not knowing a single thing the professor said. You, however, were glaring at the several apparent guardian angels in the class.
You learned that most Angels were blocked from human observation due to a charm that settled onto the world. Whenever anything atypical occurred (like, an angel knocking something over with their wings), the charm would make it so it appeared it was something normal. So, to the humans, the Angels appeared like any other average person. Sungchan explained that despite him being hunted down by several Angels, that being near you strengthened the charm enough that other Angels saw him as a normal human if they didn’t look too hard.
Convenient for him. Weird for you.
You were surprised to see that Shotaro was not one of the guardian angels in your class. Considering he was the only person physically close enough to you to drop the seraphinite in your bag, you expected him to also have those large, white, Angel wings. Instead, he seemed perfectly normal.
Lecture ended, and you sat still as everyone piled out of the class, all except for Shotaro who stared back at you two expectantly.
“So, you can see him now,” he had a bright grin, and you frowned.
“What the hell are you?” You asked, standing tall from your seat.
“Same thing as you,” was his reply before bounding out of the classroom.
“God dammit,” you muttered. You didn’t have time to chase after the weirdo- you needed to go back to your place to drop off Sungchan and change for your interview.
On your walk back, you decided to air some more of your questions.
“So, how come fallen angels are also just allowed to wander around?” you had noticed that while there were definitely a few more guardian angels around, there was still a substantial amount of fallen angels with their darkened wings wandering around without a second thought.
“Fallen Angels are all former Guardian Angels. They could at some point be forgiven and become Guardians again, but the only difference is that they don’t have a task directly from the man upstairs. Troops are technically Fallen Angels too, since they aren’t directly God’s task force, but rather are led by Saint George.”
“So, do most guardians assume Fallen Angels they see are Troops?”
“Yeah. Most Fallen Angels that choose to wander the surface are Troops, anyways,” he nodded. You were approaching your apartment complex now, mulling over this new found information.
“What kind of charm lets you turn into a cat, anyways?”
“What? You can believe in angels but not in witches and warlocks?”
You forced a groan, “of course.”
“Thanks again for taking me with you!” Sungchan chirped once you returned to your apartment. “And y’know… thanks for letting me stay with you.”
You stopped your path to your bedroom to glance back to Sungchan who was now perched on your couch.
“Don’t mention it.”
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You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The slacks you wore had a wrinkle that you missed when ironing, and there was a small chip on your nails. You cleared your throat awkwardly, looking over your clean resume to hand to the interviewer. Your rings sat on your right hand, glistening in the overly bright office lights. The secretary was tapping away at his keyboard, and had hardly paid you any mind when you checked in fifteen minutes early for your interview.
The secretary’s office line rang and he swiftly picked it up. You straightened your back when he glanced your way before he hung up the phone.
“Director Kwon will see you now,” he gestured to the large oak door behind him before returning to his work.
“Thanks,” your voice was soft as you passed his desk before entering the Editor-in-Chief of the largest bridal magazines office. The office walls were a soft pastel pink, all lined with different covers the magazine had printed during its one hundred years in existence. The fresh peonies scent was attributed to the several vases of the flowers in different colors and arrangements all organized throughout the space. Director Kwon’s desk, though, was a mess. It was filled with papers, magazines, and framed photos of what looked like her family.
“Welcome! Please, sit,” Director Kwon gestured to the emerald chairs directly in front of her glass desk. She turned her swivel chair to face you, and smiled.
“Thank you for taking the time to meet with me,” you returned the smile, doing your best to keep calm before you stretched your hand, handing over your resume.
The interview went surprisingly well. Director Kwon was energetic, humorous, and was incredibly responsive to your answers and questions. Everything was perfect- until…
“Now, I know HR says I can’t ask this anymore,” her voice lowered, and you felt like you were being let in on a secret, “but, you don’t have the best wedding source from people who aren’t at least engaged,” she rolled her eyes before looking back. “So, honey, are you married?”
You panicked. You really wanted this job. Plus, they always say to fake it ‘til you make it, right? Without missing a beat you seamlessly moved a ring from your right hand onto your left ring finger.
“Is it obvious?” you giggled, lifting your hand to show Director Kwon the ring. She slapped the desk excitedly, writing down a note on your resume. You could pretend to be married- easy enough.
“What’s their name? Pretty gal like you needs to be with someone just as beautiful- I bet the wedding was gorgeous.”
Their name? You panicked. Fuck. You were backed into a corner of HR violations already- you couldn’t not reply.
“S-Sungchan. My husband’s name is Sungchan,” you forced your smile, and in the silence you could not stop talking, “we met on a blind date two years ago and just decided on a whim to get married a few months back!”
The train ride back home after the interview was full of shame and regret. Why did you even respond? Director Kwon should not have ask you that, but fuck, you really wanted this job. Your feelings only festered when you got back home and smelled something burning in the kitchen. You threw your bag down, walking in to see Sungchan spraying the fire extinguisher at the inflamed pan on the stovetop. You stood in shock as he ran through the living room to open the windows to the night sky in an attempt to help the smoke dissipate after the flame died, then proceeded to rush in front you to explain everything.
“I left the tortillas on the stovetop just for a second… I was going to make you dinner… I’m so sorry!” he seemed like he was crying, and he was wailing in sorrow about his slight error.
You sighed, “it’s okay, Sungchan.”
He wrapped you in a giant hug, his wings enveloping you too in the process. How was someone so soft and excitable a fallen Angel? Especially one that was on the run from people that wanted him locked up.
The following week was when you got the call that you got the job. You were so excited, and Sungchan seemed to be in incredibly high spirits for you. Sure, in the office you would have to pretend that a Fallen Angel/ your Former Cat/ your Current Roommate was your husband, but a little lie can't hurt, right?
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You were finishing your breakfast as you texted Soyeon. Your messages weren’t going through as normal, and you were unsure at this point if she was even getting them. Defeated, you set your phone down and stared aimlessly ahead at the kitchen before a thud called your attention.
“Damn,” Sungchan muttered, now on the floor. He didn’t fit well on the couch, something you had been noticing as of late. He was tall already, and his large wings weren’t helping. While he could transform into a cat, you had learned that it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Begrudgingly, you got up from the counter and slightly nudged the angel with your foot.
“Go sleep on my bed. I’m about to leave for work,” you offered. It wasn’t like Sungchan had never slept on your bed before. In fact, when he was just Eerie to you, he usually slept either on the foot of your bed or under the sheets with you.
“Are you sure?” his voice was groggy, and he sat up with his eyes still shut.
“Of course,” you affirmed before checking the time on your phone. “I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you later. Are you gonna come with me to do groceries?”
“Of course,” he nodded before standing up and hobbling into your bedroom.
Sungchan and you had formed a healthy routine. In the mornings, when you were still in school, you would quietly step out for class having already grabbed the lunch the man had put together for you. When you got back, you would either fully engage in questions with Sungchan, or run errands with him. He enjoyed sitting quietly in the same room as you, but since he hadn’t been able to speak to anyone for quite a while, he was elated to have your ear when you gave him the time.
Your job, however, was more convoluted than you had initially planned. As it turned out, your boss had disseminated the information that you were married to everyone- and the concept of marriage was the only thing your coworkers would speak about beyond actual job duties.
“Do you and Sungchan want to renew your vows?”
“Does Sungchan snore? My wife snores.”
“Do you and Sungchan want kids? Or lots of pets?”
Fuck! Doing your job would be a cinch if not for the constant lies and avoiding you had to do to get by.
Sure- Sungchan was otherworldly attractive, but he was also an angel. Sungchan was also very sweet- but he was also likely terrified of being kicked to the curb and fed to the troops.
You groaned to yourself, burying your face in your hands as you took the short train ride back home.You had been in this spiral since Soyeon left and since you started this job. You could really use your best friend- even if she was only your friend because she was your guardian angel.
“Do you think the character someone plays as in super smash brothers indicates what kind of person they are?” Sungchan asked as you both made your way through the grocery store isles together. He had taken to playing on your nintendo switch as well as leafing through your old psychology textbooks in his downtime and it was really showing.
“Um… I guess it depends on the smash game,” you mulled over, grabbing the bag of chips off the shelf. Sungchan was wrapped in an obnoxiously large coat despite the gross summer heat. It helps keep his wings more tightly pressed to his body and less likely to accidentally bump into something.
“They’re not all the same?” he was leaning against the cart, his head tilting as if this information never occurred to him.
“Yeah. Meta Knight was almost banned from competitive play for Super Smash Bros Brawl because he was way too overpowered.”
“... interesting,” he muttered, his gaze focused now on the ground beneath him as if he was mapping out a plan of action. You chuckled to yourself, moving ahead with the cart as Sungchan began asking you several questions about the differences in the smash franchise.
“... honey?” this voice made you freeze, although Sungchan continued speaking until he saw the fear in your eyes.
“Gr-Grandma,” you tried to keep your voice still, but your stutter gave you away.
“Honey, you look lovely,” she stated as if she did not just see you last week at your Mother’s place. Much to your dismay, she made eye contact with Sungchan and smiled sweetly, “and who is this… very tall young man?”
“Oh, it is you!” This new voice nearly brought you to your knees. No way. This had to be a sick joke- you were sure of it. There was no way this was both your grandma’s and boss’s grocery store of choice. This had to be an act of God themselves you felt- how else could this even happen?
“Boa, what are you doing here?” your grandmother spoke to your boss as if… as if they knew each other.
“Are you okay?” Sungchan’s whisper unfroze you, and you met his gaze in terror, sending a look of puzzlement across his own face.
“D-Director Kwon,” you spat out, forcing a smile, “how do you know my grandmother?”
Director Kwon looked between you and your grandmother, and then chuckled to herself. “You two do look alike! Although, I don’t know why, but I thought you changed your last name.”
“Why would she do that? And how do you know my very sweet neighbor?” your grandma asked.
Neighbor. Fuck. Your Director was neighbors with your grandmother- good ones at that, it seemed. You were going to be sick at this revelation.
“I’m Sungchan!” his voice cutting through the wild tension made you nearly faint on the spot.
“Because of her husband here, of course!” Director Kwon stated. She said it. She said it. She said it to your grandma and now it was gonna get back to your Mom unless you denied and potentially risked your work. God- the labor violations kept adding up and there was nothing you could do about it.
“My sweet granddaughter isn’t married,” your grandma was raising her eyebrow at you, waiting for an answer. Director Kwon crossed her arms, staring at you for a response of any kind.
“Ah… did she not mention that there was no ceremony?” Sungchan scratched the back of his neck, feigning sheepishness.
“Sweetheart… you weren’t even planning on telling your family?” your grandma interjected, and you immediately wanted to throw up.
“I’m so sorry ma’am, I wanted to be able to sing it from the rooftops, but we didn’t think it would be wise to announce such a thing so close to her cousin’s engagement. We wouldn’t want to steal the spotlight from her since she’s been trying to get married for sooo long,” Sungchan spoke so smoothly, that for a second even you believed it. You would talk on the phone pretty often with your mother, and oftentimes you did so with Eerie nearby- so of course he heard you gossiping about your cousin and her absolute hunt to be married.
“Y-yeah. You know how they can be,” you joked, hoping your grandma would buy it.
“Oh my… I can’t wait until you do have your ceremony, I’ll get you in contact with my wedding planner,” Director Kwon interjected, leafing through her handbag before handing you a business card. “I’ll get going- I’ll see you Friday for the Barbeque!” she waved at your grandma before disappearing down the aisle.
“I hope you plan to tell your mother soon,” your grandma sighed before reaching forward and dusting off Sungchan’s shoulders, “I can’t wait to have you over young man. Welcome to the family.”
Continue? —> WHY DID I GET (fake) MARRIED?
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this guy. yup this guy. idk why i drew this guy but i drew this guy.
ahem so. a little backstory to this.
i was scrolling on youtube right, and then i saw a granblue fantasy versus video suggested to me. i thought "oh hey, I've never heard of this game! i should check it out!" watched a couple videos, then forgot about it. TODAY. AROUND AN HOUR AGO. I remembered Belial and I thought "hey maybe I should search him up" BIG MISTAKE. now im sitting here, mind full of Belial. food? no. only belial. sleep? no. only belial. i dont know why i made the mistake of deciding to search up a hot fallen angel guy but i did. now i cant stop thinking about him. someone help. how do i erase this man from my mind. im tired
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I know it's suuuuper late but I got the idea for it late and took several hours getting the final prompt picked. Anyways, since Food Fantasy has such a small fandom, I didn't see any Inktober prompts for it, so I made FoodFantober myself!
I'll reblog anything that either tags this blog or has the tag #foodfantober2023 so I hope however few people who see this enjoy it!
[List in Plain Text Under Cut]
Fav Food Soul
Master Attendant
Fav Human
Fav Skin
Breakfast
M Rank
Defense Class
Fav Fallen Angel
Candy
Sweet Food
Favorite Food
R Rank
Food Soul You Don’t Know
Magic Class
Lunch
Restaurant
Hot Beverage
SR Rank
Soup
Savory Food
Strength Class
Cold Beverage
Collab Character
UR Rank
Dinner
Food Soul Link
Support Class
SP Rank
Spicy Food
Your Team
Free Day!
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🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolizes your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?
Sam is fireweed. It’s a flower that grows in areas that have previously been burned by fire. It’s a symbol of rebirth and resilience, which suits Sam well. And the name is very fitting, Sam would be a weed if he was a flower: something that people disdain as useless or annoying but is still beautiful to the right person.
Lily is lily of the valley. She lives in Puddle which is in a valley, and her name is Lily. It’s a sweet flower that looks like something out of a fantasy novel. It’s a symbol of joy, sincerity, and luck, which suits Lily well. It’s one of my personal favorites!
Cale is dandelion. Like Cale, dandelions change shape. They are symbols of hope and perseverance. And dandelions are delightful flowers: they are edible, fun to play with, and bring joy to people. But yet they are humble as well, just like Cale.
Zeke is forget-me-not. It’s all in the name for this flower. Zeke has no memory of his past. Memory, remembrance, and forgetfulness are all important parts of his character. Forget-me-nots are delicate and sophisticated, which suits Zeke well. They are symbols of true love and respect, two things that form the basis of all the relationships Zeke treasures the most.
Mick is sycamore. It’s his last name so it seems fitting! He’s dependable and strong like a sycamore tree. They are symbols of divinity which aligns with Mick’s angelic nature.
Vivian is red poppy. I’ve picked this flower for her more for the color than anything else. Red is Vivian’s color, and the black center of the poppy hints a little at her dark nature as a vampire. It’s also a flower to symbolize the threshold between life and death, and as a vampire and forensic pathologist, Vivian embodies that threshold as well. Relatedly, if Vivian was a fruit she’d be a pomegranate.
Pat is white clover. This is perhaps a rather stereotypical choice for Pat, it’s the national flower of Ireland and he’s Irish. But I feel like it suits him too well to pick anything else. It’s another humble flower, it’s a symbol of luck, protection, and lightheartedness - all which Pat seems to either have, or have need of throughout his story. If Pat had a house with a lawn, he’d want a clover lawn for his kids to play on but also to provide food for bees.
🍃 [FALLEN LEAF] What’s the darkest period of time your OC has been through?
The hardest life for Sam was the life after his adoptive family were killed. We call this the Evil Sam life because he became completely rebellious and murderous and it ended in a very horrible way for him and his Keeper. He was in terrible grief over losing his family and it was further fueled by bad influences around him. Looking back, Sam hates this lifetime the most, he sees that version of himself as senseless and cruel.
However, not far behind this life, is the life right after he was forced to forget his soulmate, Zipporah. We call this the Cult Leader Sam life, because Sam started a doomsday cult. That lifetime was one where Sam felt a deep-seated emptiness so terrible, it twisted his entire worldview into one where he felt the entire world should simply cease to exist, so he could cease too. That emptiness would carry over in part from this life to the next and so on, even into his Puddle life where at last it would be filled by Zipporah’s memory once more.
The only reason I say that life is not his darkest period is that, when Sam looks back on it, he feels it was the correct reaction to losing Zipporah. A world without Zipporah in it simply has no right to continue existing. We are very lucky Sam tried to do something about it back when he was in a lame human body, and we should hope he doesn’t try the same thing after he gets his full angelic form back!
Before Sam came to Puddle, Lily was relentlessly bullied and all her friends turned on her. She was ostracized for her weird behavior. While Lily felt she was much the same it was like suddenly everyone else was different. We could say this is because she was growing into her witch powers, but I think even if Lily wasn’t a witch this still would have happened. Lily felt she couldn’t talk to her parents about any of this, and had to handle it on her own. Some days all her secrets and troubles felt like too much. She considered running away without a word. But she loves her parents too much to do that. Luckily Sam, Cale, and Zeke come into her life and become her new friends, who love Lily and her weirdness.
When Cale is much older, his best friend Lily passes away of old age. They both had lots of time together and they were both prepared for this, but even still it hurts Cale a lot. At the same time, Cale’s friend Zeke is off somewhere in the world fighting his personal demons; and Sam is dead and gone (once again) so Cale can’t talk to him. Cale leans a little bit on his new Puddle friends and family for support, but there’s only so much they can say. The people who would understand Cale best in this difficult time, Zeke and Sam, aren’t around. So for a while, Cale stays in the woods in the form of a bear or sometimes a dog. He roams far and wide through the valley and even beyond it. He lives each day looking ahead only at the next one, thinking like a beast and not a man, until finally he’s ready to return to town.
Zeke’s life before he was Zeke was awful. He was named Cain then. Cain had a hard upbringing, and ended up on a dark path filled with loss and selfishness. His own hubris resulted in the death of his boyfriend Isaiah, and then later his own death.
But if we say Cain’s life is separate from Zeke’s, then Zeke’s darkest time is after his wife Delphinia is killed. This starts a chain of events that leads to Zeke’s imprisonment in a magical coffin, which is a tortuous time in his life; and then to the death of his son Samuel, in the same way Cain and Isaiah were killed as well. Zeke doesn’t even get a chance to breathe before a war starts and he’s tossed into that. He pretty much completely loses touch with his humanity, and embraces undeath fully as a way to numb himself to the pain and deal it out onto others instead. Zeke eventually comes back from this dark time, but the effects of it linger on him and he’s never quite the same person after.
Mick’s a pretty steady guy. He’s gone through dark times, arguably most of his human lives under control of the Order are dark times, but he’s a good little soldier about it and if he’s got any hard feelings about them he just files them away quietly.
I think there’s maybe two exceptions to this: in one lifetime, Mick had to execute Lucy, the nephilim child of the angels Ash and Orpheus. Lucy was Sam’s adoptive sister as well. While Lucy was evil and had to be stopped, she was still very young and much loved by all the angels, and it hurt Mick a great deal to have to be the one to stop her.
In a subsequent life, Mick was the mentor of Adam, the nephilim child of Sami and Zach. One day Mick and Adam got into a fight with the corrupted angel Gabriel, resulting in Adam’s death by their hand. Mick has since blamed himself for Adam’s death, and Sami’s subsequent descent into madness and mourning.
These deaths shook Mick to his core, and affect him even into the present.
Vivian had a rough childhood. In the beginning it was not so bad, she has vague happy memories of her father and mother. But after her mother was discovered to be a vampire, Vivian’s happy life was ripped away. Her mother ran away with her and then basically abandoned her to live in the care of a lodging house manager, who treated Vivian like a worker rather than a child. Vivian got so desperate that she jumped at the first chance at freedom, even if it would land her in a pirate crew of bloodthirsty vampires. So Vivian would probably consider this early part of her life her darkest time, and say everything following it was a breeze.
But it wasn’t all sunshine and roses from then on. After Vivian was turned into a vampire by Teutho, their relationship began to sour. She spent decades being miserable, yet there were enough good times stringed together where she convinced herself, it was not so bad and she was happy. Finally she realized she no longer loved Teutho, and left to go pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor - which would fail, but she was still happier failing at her dreams than not chasing them. If I had to pick I would say this was Vivian’s darkest period, even if she doesn’t see it that way. It was a time of emotional abuse and manipulation that left a deep impression on her.
When he was younger, Pat was rebellious and reckless, and developed a heavy reliance on alcohol. He fell in love with his wife Martha and they had two sons, and Pat began having a creeping feeling of deja vu. He was determined not to be like his father. He made an effort to always greet his boys with smiles and laughter, but it started being too much with his work and the alcohol and the bills piling up. One day Pat blacked out, he lost an entire day and when he woke up, he was in the hospital and told he had gone drinking, and various things happened, and he had been dead for a full minute. Pat did not want his sons to see him like this, but Martha brought them anyway. The looks on their faces was the wake up call he needed, and Pat sought out a therapist through his church, and went away to rehab. That day in the hospital was the worst day of Pat’s life, and he was determined never to repeat it. Since then, he tries very hard not to drink, and he’s learned to talk about his problems instead of bottle them up.
🥀 [WILTED ROSE] How good is your OC at meeting deadlines? What motivates them?
Sam waits until the last minute to start anything, he needs that deadline panic to really motivate him. If it’s something important he will do it to an excellent standard, it will appear as if he has been diligently working on it up to the deadline. If it’s something unimportant, which is totally up to Sam’s judgment, he will leave it unfinished or give up and then somehow blame the person who gave him the task in the first place.
Lily has the potential to be just as bad as Sam, but deadline panic makes her flustered and she is prone to making mistakes when flustered. Lily learns she does her best work when she makes a plan at the start and follows each step carefully. She motivates herself by tracking her progress using a log book, ribbons, and other cute things so the task turns into something fun rather than work. She will usually cajole one of her friends into giving her a reward, or treat herself to something nice, as a further motivation to finish things on time.
Cale was raised to be hard working and obedient, so if he really commits to something he will always get it done on time. The way he does this varies wildly on the day and the task. Sometimes Cale does things bit by bit over time, other times he’ll rush everything at the end much like Sam. However, Cale is only motivated to do things if he sees the real, practical value in the task. If it’s something too vague or frivolous, he will simply ignore it, which can be a problem sometimes. His friends and family often rely on Cale’s desire to please them to motivate him. It becomes a game of asking Cale to do something in just the right way, with clear enough instructions for him to see the end goal.
Ezekiel always meets his deadlines. He lays out a plan for every step of his task and then follows through on it flawlessly. If he has to, he will sacrifice sleep, socializing, and food to meet his deadline. Zeke prides himself on being perfect and dependable, this is all the motivation he needs. If he’s competing with someone, that’s even better motivation because Zeke loves to prove his superiority to others. He’s the type to get extra motivated if there’s some kind of ranking system or medal at the end.
Mick is very disciplined and always meets his deadlines. He might not write down a plan but he will certainly have one in his head that he’s following. He’s very stubborn about his plans, and it’s hard for him to adjust to surprises. He will stay on his plan and follow it until the task is complete, with some time right before the deadline for any last minute changes. He’s only learned to add that time recently after many lifetimes of dealing with unpredictable people. Other people are the bane of Mick’s existence when he’s working on something, he always finds himself in the project leader role and no one ever meets his standards. Mick is motivated by his innate willpower, but also, secretly, his desire to impress people.
Vivian can also be very disciplined like Mick, but she writes her plans down. She has journals that she uses to make plans very neatly, she enjoys stealing pens in different colors that she uses to make these plans. She’ll collect notes and do research as much as possible so she has everything she needs to execute her plan on time. But she doesn’t always meet her deadlines. Vivian’s flaw is that she needs to have a certain amount of work on her plate or she’ll lose all her motivation. Too little and she won’t feel sufficient pressure to follow through on all her careful plans. Too much and she gets overwhelmed, her plans go out the window and suddenly she’s not getting anything done. This is why Vivian often has little background projects going on, such as writing a paper or trying to piece together a cold case; she needs this extra bit of work in her schedule to motivate her to do everything else.
Pat is average. He usually meets his deadlines, if he doesn’t he has a good excuse such as family. Pat will work overtime if he has to, to stick to his commitments. He’s not as rigid as Mick in his approach to work, nor does he require the same workload balancing act as Vivian to stay motivated. Pat is simply the type to do his work on time to the best of his ability. He considers himself a man of his word, and if he promises something he’ll try his hardest to fulfill it.
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january bts archive ♡
welcome to my january bts fics recommendation list! before we start, i’d like to say a few things 🥰
⇢ my blog is +18, so even if this list has some sfw stories please, minors do not interact!
⇢ this month alone i think i’ve read around two stories per day at least, but to better organize my recs i settle on 10 works per list, especially since i know i won’t be able to keep this rhythm once my classes start and i want all the lists to have the same length
⇢ this list only has fics i reviewed (reblogged) in january. it won't have ongoing series (or series i haven't finished yet), although i plan on making a series rec list in the future.
⇢ think there's some fic missing? let me know! (also, please send me hobi recs!! 😭)
⇢ lastly, this isn't in any particular order (although is somewhat the order in which i read those works).
All because of you
authors ⇢ @taegularities and @hoebii
pairing ⇢ seokjin x reader
genre ⇢ fantasy (HP!au); friends to lovers; fluff; smut
rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact
word count ⇢ 8.3k
summary ⇢ They say food is the ultimate way to someone’s heart. It would be a shame if Seokjin didn’t at least try to confirm this belief.
why i loved it ⇢ this fic was a huge surprise in the sense that i didn’t know i could love seokjin even more. the way rid and melody wrote this filled me with so much warmth, but then it was pure sexyness and world wide handsome handsoming. the dialogues are amazing, but the descriptions? the way they set the mood? it’s impossible not to be drawn into the story as soon as you start reading it.
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
Two in One
author ⇢ @here2bbtstrash
pairing ⇢ hoseok x reader x jimin
genre ⇢ smut (threesome); friends to lovers.
rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact
word count ⇢ 12k
summary ⇢ you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?
why i loved it ⇢ i’m sure this is one of the best examples of good mood setting i’ve ever seen. m does an amazing job here of making us interested and into all the characters involved because they are just so sexy and smooth and fucking cool. not to mention this is one of the best threesome fics i’ve ever read and well… it’s fair to say i’ve read a few 👀
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
Fallen
author ⇢ @casuallyimagining
pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader
genre ⇢ fallen angel!au; strangers to friends to lovers; fluff; angst; smut.
rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact
word count ⇢ 21k (divided in two chapters)
summary ⇢ If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, then where does that leave you? Spurned by your ex-fiance, you seek the one person who can help. But as it turns out, the price of revenge may be a little more than you bargained for.
why i loved it ⇢ this fic deals with a lot of heavy topics in such a touching and heart clenching way. the imagery courtney evokes here is no joke, and the atmosphere is set in a way that makes it unable for you to stop looking. the descriptions, the pace, everything is… ugh, just flawless.
⇢ my review: part 1 | part 2 (with spoilers!)
Stardust
author ⇢ @euphoricfilter
pairing ⇢ jungkook x reader
genre ⇢ friends to lovers; fluff; smut
rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact
word count ⇢ 5.5k
summary ⇢ If Jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.
why i loved it ⇢ i went into this expecting a filthy mindless smut, and received the most pure longing in the forms of astronomical analogies and posthumous promises. jungkook’s perspective here is just so honest and genuine and it makes you fall in love with this couple as if you've been with them from the moment they've met (it's a slow burn encapsulated in 5.5k words). i was so surprised and it made me so happy to read this.
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
Photograph you in this light
author ⇢ @yoongiphoria
pairing ⇢ jungkook x reader
genre ⇢ fluff; some angst
rating ⇢ free to all audiences, but the MJ's blog is +18 only
word count ⇢ 0.5k
why i loved it ⇢ fun fact: i had a full meltdown because of this fic lmao. it took me less than two minutes to read it and two business day to get over this and i honestly feel like i lack the words to live up to it (i did say a bunch of stuff in my review tho, but i strongly recommend you read the drabble first).
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
The one with Jungkook, his son, and the lightbulb
author ⇢ @eoieopda
pairing ⇢ jungkook x reader
genre ⇢ fluff
rating ⇢ pg-13
word count ⇢ under 1k
why i loved it ⇢ this is just the cutest fucking dad!au i’ve ever seen. jade writes this in such a creative way that they were able to capture years of relationship and love in such few words. i almost wanted kids after reading this lol (so i backed away immediately 🥴).
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
Thus with a kiss…
author ⇢ @uarmymoonlight
pairing ⇢ jungkook x reader
genre ⇢ fantasy!au; historical!au; forbidden/secret relationship!au; angst; fluff; light smut.
rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact
word count ⇢ 899
summary ⇢ two times Jungkook got so lost sliding his hands through your soft skin and staring into your gentle eyes, that he had to fight to remember the stories of brutal cold-blooded and dead-eyed killers his brothers raised him up with. stories of your kind.
why i loved it ⇢ this has one of the best opening paragraphs i’ve seen in fanfiction. it’s just so good and the fever dream way it’s narrated fits the story and its theme so well that you can’t help but be swallowed by the events. although this is just a teaser for an upcoming fic, i do think it stands tall on its own, because it suggests so much and crafts such a nice world already. i just know that i'll be revisiting this a lot.
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
Velvet cherry
author ⇢ @jeonqkooks
pairing ⇢ jungkook x reader
genre ⇢ exes to lovers; agent/spy!au (non-specified); some fluff; angst; smut
rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact
word count ⇢ 5.9k
prompts ⇢ “call me that again” & “lay down and stay still”
why i loved it ⇢ i think this is one of the firsts — if not the first — jen fic i’ve read. i was mesmerized by her control here. the way she conducts her scenes are so interesting, and how she throws us in the middle of jungkook and the reader's story and we’re able not only to catch up but to feel like we were there all the years of the relationship.
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
Tales of broken hearts
author ⇢ @taegularities
pairing ⇢ taehyung x reader
genre ⇢ exes to lovers; childhood sweethearts; fluff; angst; smut
rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact
word count⇢ 24.8k
summary ⇢ “Love has become a noun again.”
When a work trip brings you back home, you don’t expect for anyone to await your return or remember you. But despite the time apart, Taehyung still does — still looks at you the same way he used to five winters ago.
why i loved it ⇢ i’m not sure i loved it as much as i am sure i was completely destroyed by this. it took me hours to finish it ‘cus there were times i had to stop to try and remember how to breathe. it’s one of those stories that just stays with you way past the last word and you wanna hug each and every character until you squeeze all the sorrow and sadness out of them. it’s fucking good (and it has a happy ending, so rest assure you won’t die). also, this fic made me stop reading rid's work for a while 'cus otherwise i just know this list would be all hers lol
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
Holiday Inn
author: @bangtanintotheroom
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: non-idol!au; rap group!au; humor; smut; strangers to enemies to lovers
rating: +18 | minors do not interact
word count: 37.6k
summary: If it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.
why i loved it: this fic is just delicious. it happens in the course of five days — that start out as the worst but soon become the best ones of the reader's life! and hoseok here… let’s just say there wasn’t much sunshine and i never thought i’d love an asshole version of hobi THAT much. although it’s a longer fic, the pace is really good and it felt like watching a movie: the tension rising and the events escalating in such a delicious and continuous way that a shorter version could never provide.
⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)
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Please Don't Eat Me! - By Saha (9/10)
Is it love or cannibalism? That is the ultimate question. This is a reincarnation story, but it's set in a dark fantasy world that is actually dark. When I say dark I don't mean "brooding sexy loner falls in love". I mean "every single waking moment of the protagonists life becomes a political game because a powerful man is interested in her". That's the difference between a fast food burger and a rare steak. I highly recommend this one.
Ertha has two siblings. They are very special. Both of them are destined to become magicians. She knows that because her world is actually inside a novel. An R-19 novel for men that she couldn't finish in her past life, because it was too brutal. She knows most of the plot, but not all of it. She's the "sexy irresistible side character girl that dies". Her siblings are more valuable than her, but they don't have magic yet, so all three of them get treated like trash. Ertha is drowning in debt. The Arlez family used to be prosperous and noble, but then her parents killed themselves after they fell into debt.
There's only one way out. Marriage. Ertha needs to find a man who can protect her until the powers in her siblings awaken. Ertha is beautiful, but that's not why she's irresistible. She's special too. She's a purifier. Only one is born every generation, and the magicians of the world always fight over that person. Erthas touch, and blood, can cure magic induced madness. When magicians in this world use spells they lose some of their sanity. Most magicians don't die of old age. Madness is the most common cause of death. Ertha doesn't give a shit about the other magicians. She only wants to use her powers to support her siblings in the future.
Duke Zahid is too smart. He's smart and rich and willing to get married. He's also a sociopath that likes to bludgeon his enemies to death with hammers. He's literally a torture expert. His sanity is still in tact because he doesn't have to use magic much. He's the perfect killer without it. He's overpowered in a believable way. In this setting all magicians are sociopaths who don't really feel empathy like regular humans. Magical powers came into being when a fallen angel descended to earth. They're kind of like a curse, and being a purifier isn't fun either.
There is alot of child abuse in this. Ertha has to do shady shit to protect her siblings. She thinks she can save them from the insanity that affects all magicians. She is the purifier after all. If she raises the children in a good, peaceful environment they have a chance. So, she uses the Duke as a shield but she also plans to leave him. This is the princess, Diana. Her delusional mother beats her and her father is going senile. She wants to destroy the royal family. She is one of Erthas secret allies. Ertha needs very powerful friends to get away from the Duke. He won't let her go without a fight. He paid off her debt to marry her, and all magicians are attracted to the purifier. His attraction is growing into an obsession. So, Ertha agrees to work with the suspicious princess.
Duke Zahid lets Ertha, who lived in poverty, taste true power. He tries to seduce her with money and his good looks, but that doesn't work. So he tries to appeal to Ertha's dark side. This is Ronja. Ronja is an insane assassin who will kill anyone who disrespects Ertha anytime, anywhere. Ertha doesn't use her at first, but then the jealous governess in charge of her siblings decides to beat them (because they are fallen nobles). That jealous governess ends up in a torture cell. It's strange watching Erthas morals twist. She had to marry the Duke for the money, and now she has to play along with psychos to escape. It's a tough situation.
Prince Hession is another side character. I think he's important. He's a delusional prince who thinks everything is fine, even though his country is falling apart. He's a water magician. He acts like a polite, warm prince. He thinks he would be a better husband, so he boldly asks Ertha to divorce Zahid. She doesn't, because even though Hession is a magical crown prince he has no power. When he becomes king he'll be a terrible leader. He's the kind of guy with no empathy that would tell a sick person to cheer up, because they're bringing down the mood at the party for everyone else. He almost eats Ertha alive after he smells her blood.
Herrkan is a young man from a desert nation. When Ertha meets him he's insane. His magic has driven him past the point of no return. Ertha uses him as a pawn. She cannot completely save him, but she can make him sort of normal again. She tells his country that she'll take him in and purify him over a long period of time. Herrkan can't function like a normal person anymore, so they have to say yes. Herrkan acts like a dumb kid after Ertha makes the pain go away. He's very sweet, but his flashes of insanity are hard to deal with. He ran across the country to find Ertha, because he knew he was dying. He would do anything for her, and she's going to use that.
This is the holy pope. There are a lot of fun plot twists in this story. Everybody thinks Holy Magic is pure and wonderful, but it's actually just regular magic that looks pretty. The pope is just as insane as the other magicians. He has a garden fertilized with dead bodies. He wants Ertha to pick him as well, but he's the worst choice by far. He was a whores son, and as soon as he received holy powers he killed everyone he didn't like. He enjoys having the power to control people, and he thinks religion is the best tool for that. His character design is much better than Zahid's, which sucks. Sometimes Zahid is drawn funny by the way.
Let me make this very clear. Duke Zahid is very evil, even though he loves Ertha. He would kill her siblings to have her. He massacres mercenaries to protect her. He tortures everybody who was mean to her when she was poor. He does want to eat her, but he would also love to have sex with her. His love is connected to his need for violence. He also wants to take over the world, and he'll probably win.
Ertha might be connected to the fallen angel that created purifiers and magicians. This is bad, because that means she can see visions of the past. She can see how twisted the past was, and how it created the fucked up mess she's stuck in. The plot twist is that the fallen angel never betrayed anyone, and the horrible hell that magicians on earth must experience is an unjust punishment. Ertha of course falls in love with Zahid, but she cares about her siblings more.
She tries to run until the very end.
#yandere#male yandere#yandere male#yandere boy#recommendations#recs#rec#recommended#webtoon#review#manga review#Please Don't Eat Me!
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happy valentine’s day miss fantasy!! i hope you get to have a little treat today like a nice drink or a something delicious! for your event today can i choose number 20 with dabi? thank you
Thank you so much!! I definitely bought myself a bouquet of pink roses and chocolate-covered strawberries!!💐🍓 Happy Valentines to you as well and I hope you treated yourself to something nice too!!
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💋 20 → Lazy Kisses
The early morning sun was shining through the window of your bedroom, casting a dreamy golden glow on everything it could reach. You had woken up surprisingly early today, your boyfriend Touya still snoozing away beside you. You gently crawl out of bed and stretch, stifling your yawn as you make your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
It was a quiet and peaceful morning which is very much unlike Touya's usually get-up-and-go routine. he seemed unusually stressed lately so you wanted to take this time and do something special for him.
Breakfast? Breakfast.
You make your way around the kitchen, starting with the coffee. It didn't take long for you to get lost in your thoughts as you made your way around the kitchen, putting together a plate of food and a hot cup of coffee for Touya.
By the time you were finished, you carefully made your way back to your room to see Touya still laying in the same position you left him in earlier. He was on his stomach, arms under his pillow.
He was also shirtless, the blankets had fallen during the night and now rested around his hips, his toned back on full display.
The sun now covered him in the morning glow, making Touya look angelic and godly.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare or come back to bed?"
Touya's deep morning voice called out to you, his eyes still closed. Flushing, you come closer and set the breakfast plates on the bedside table. "I thought you were still sleeping."
"Sun," was the only answer Touya gave as he shifted so that he could roll on his back, blindingly reaching out for you.
You lean down as Touya pulls you on top of him, cuddling you in his arms.
"Good morning, handsome." Hugging him, you murmur into his neck, making yourself comfortable.
"'Morning doll face," Touya rumbled lowly, still sleepy.
"I made you breakfast." Pulling back from the hug, you look down seeing Touya trying to blink his eyes open in the bright room. Before you could pull away completely, Touya tugs you back down, pecking your lips once and then deepening it slowly.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Touya sensually moved his lips against yours, cradling the side of your face as he dipped his tongue in your mouth.
Your sigh had him releasing a hum in return as he controlled the kiss unhurriedly.
"Eat," you murmur as he pulled away from sucking on your bottom lip.
"Can we stay in bed longer?" Touya murmured back, now trailing a hand up and down your back.
"Mhm."
"Good. Let me enjoy this."
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Hello! I don’t have an idea if this question bothers or maybe even triggers you, but if it is, feel free to ignore my message.
I’ve always been interested in mental disorders. It goes without saying that this topic is very relevant nowadays. So…
What do you think about mental disorders in the world of Food Fantasy? I mean, if I’m not mistaken, Tteokguk has a confirmed PTSD, according to his story. Is there a possibility that the other Food Souls may have any mental disorder? Do you have someone on your mind that can have a mental disorder? Of course only in terms of pure speculations, but still. We can even talk about Pasta Splatoon, why not?
Hello, the topic itself doesn't bother me so it's all good. This could get long so the rest of the answer is under the cut.
Since you're asking my opinion, mental disorders of course exist on Tierra. It's just that we have to note two things approaching this: 1) Mental disorders will not always be explicitly stated, mostly implied. A show-not-tell kind of narrative. And 2) Not all Food Souls will be able to understand the concept of a mental disorder. Most would likely prefer not to pay attention to it as just because they're human-like, doesn't mean they understand human workings. Some may even think such a thing is below them, as they're not humans and do not feel things the way humans do.
While I'm not familiar with Tteokguk's case beyond knowing he participated heavily in a war that took a toll on him, I am more familiar with others. So I can give you an example in Borscht. While she may not look it, some of her voice lines and her bio allude to her having PTSD from being hunted down in the snow, being in an environment that's too quiet, certain kinds of birds and of course, Vodka. In chapter 3 of her bio, she had a flashback that triggered that PTSD but she recovered quickly enough. I'm sure that Spaghetti did notice it, but he didn't want to coddle her, neither of them would know how to handle that and the best he could do is to cut short their business talk and let her rest for the night. For the most part, she has it under control and it doesn't affect her day-to-day affairs. The forever missing Skin Story event we never got could even offer some closure to some of the things that haunted her, then she was finally able to move on from those ghosts (no it has nothing to do with Vodka).
There's also Oyster. Mm, as far as I see, he's a classic case of neglect and abuse. This of course, stemming from the villagers and his Master Attendant, who all saw him as an omen onto their homes despite saving them from Fallen Angels. He has an aversion to being touched, trust issues and uses annoyance and anger as a defense mechanism. Spaghetti saw the signs and respected Oyster's demand that he didn't enter his space, didn't touch him but gave Oyster the choice to leave that place that has nothing good for him. He had Oyster spend more time with Borscht who let him get used to light errands that slowly socialized him with humans, and then herself and Spaghetti as the Food Soul interactions. So in a way, these two gave him a place to heal and feel some sense of normalcy, even if it's not loudly stated. And Oyster is grateful that these two gave him that chance.
Spaghetti himself is… I can't really say that he has any mental disorders. Melancholy, emotional baggage, emotional constipation and extreme spite for a certain subset of people, sure, but not any disorder. The rest of Desire Tavern doesn't quite fit mental disorders as much either. I'd put it this way: Just because they had experienced something bad in the past doesn't automatically translate to developing a visceral reaction to anything that reminds them of that bad thing, or developing a mental problem. I'd mostly chalk up their responses to range from, 'Oh she's plotting to beat you up' to 'She's not going to react at all to that'.
For other mental disorders… I'd say Souffle has a form of Dissociative disorder, kind of obvious with the existence of Dark Souffle and Souffle being unable to remember much of what happened while the other was in control.
Also Kaiserschmarrn and Whiskey definitely fall into the category of Psychopaths, textbook classics in varying degrees. As seen in the final chapters of Kaiser's event, he's made his ultimate goal very clear to everyone and is not above manipulation, threats and collateral damage to make things go his way. Even his own short introduction text states that while loyalty and safety of his companions is important, that's not the most important things on his mind.
And Whiskey… is Whiskey. We're all aware of his body count and shenanigans all across Tierra.
As for autism… off the top of my head, I don't know if B-52 particularly fits the bill for that because in the first place, he thinks he's a machine and not a Food Soul, and has thought that way for a very, very long time that it becomes a hard conditioning to get rid of. He's started to learn to be less 'mechanical' from the few cameos I've seen of him, but he's still stilted and not very good in communicating what he wants to say or the attention he gets. Again, I don't know if that fits the medical definition of autism but everyone's free to headcanon.
That's as much as I got for you. Feel free to respond again if I didn't really answer your question.
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I have a drawing of Leyline Diluc i wanna share Soo bad but alas i have to do WORK later so I'm gonna dump my insane rambles as an anon
Asmoday! Diluc I'm never forgetting this guy. Theyve been eating my brain for DAYS now
Caribert and the whole thing oh god
Omg imagine Caribert was revived and is just seeing Kaeya, probably either his kid or his descendant, hanging out with Asmoday!Diluc, and they are training together on how Kaeya with his cryomancy and sword can coverup Diluc's weakspots when he's slinging them guns and claymore around as a bonding activity
how'd he probably react?? probably horrified lol
Have an even better thought!! Asmoday is part of the hexenzirkel but currently she's missing bc she's getting disciplined by Celestia. However, just in case she gets caught again she told her fellow witches that
"If ever I disappear, do not fear, for as long as the moon shines it means i am alive."
Because like apperantly 2 moon sisters are either dead or off somewhere else
and one is still in the sky of tevyat.
Also APPERANTLY ONE OF THEM FELL IN SUMERU AND GAVE UP HER LIFE FOR KING DESHRET, ONE OF HER BESTEST FRIENDS, TO LET HIM ATTAIN FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
So it's absolutely POSSIBLE that Asmoday could've fallen and lived in Tevyat after ripping out the core that controlled her.
And the Djinn... Oh boy... I wonder if Asmoday has a similar ability to make something similar..
Also just something, Paimon isn't that scared of the archons, even someone like Baal. But she's scared of and extremely polite to Diluc.
I wonder why is that? Compared to God's she only cowers when riches and food are involved, but with Diluc he just says things in a stern voice and she's already "On it M-master Diluc!" i think she even confides in the traveller that she's scared of him but not the reason why.
I don't remember if she's that scared of someone like Ayato tho, i don't even think she's that scared of Childe, she's scared of the Harbinger Tartaglia but not Ajax
But she's scared of Diluc and he hasn't given her any reason to be scared(I think)
Also Waaa I miss dadsleif... we need to bring it back
Dain coming around Mondstadt more to look over his grandkids, Bennett, Barbara, Fischl and Razor and maybe even Diona! Klee and Albedo by extension as his technical niece and nephew mayhaps due to Diluc's connection with Alice
Oh my god imagine Dain getting drunk at Angel's share rambling to himself about the gods and slandering them and Venti is like "Cheers to that brother"
OH MY GOD IMAGINE DILUVEN IN DADSLEIF SCENARIO LMAOO
Dainsleif and Diluc are casually slandering Barbatos but Venti comes in and kisses Diluc before they banter about wine, causing a very confused Dainsleif
But ouGH... Dadsleif and his grandkids... Dain protecting Bennett the best he can from his bad luck and even saving the poor kid... Imagine Dain finds out that Bennett got his vision when he nearly died i think he'd actually kill everyone on Celestia
Dain entertaining Fischl by playing along with her fantasy... and even understanding her bc he was a royal knight. He's a bit rusty but given time he can understand her completely
Dain doesn't get to see Razor much bc of Andrius at the start but maybe he helps deal with the Rifthound problem and gets the trust and mayhaps even help Diluc in teaching Razor some techniques or maybe they just camp in the wild together...
Then Barbara. Imagine being just some guy and then seeing This fancy and scary guy in blacks and blues with blond hairs and starry blue eyes shaking those concert glowsticks at Barbara's concert looking serious n all.
Wait IMAGINE ITS AN INSIDE JOKE THAT BC DAIN AND BARBARA ARE BOTH BLONDE BUT DIFF SHADES AND HAVE BLUE EYES THAT THEY'RE THE MOST RELATED LMAOO
Oughh imagining Dainsleif teaching them or singing to them Lullabies from Kheanriah and Barbara memorizing it and singing it back to Dainsleif whenever she's healing him to help calm him down
I imagine that bc Kheanriah was underground, i think they would've had a culture of singing bc of the echo effect there would be. So mayhaps from Dain's memory he would teach Barbara some songs of Kheanriah and he tears up at the fact he's teaching his new family how to sing his homeland's songs and maybe just maybe even if he disappears maybe he can live on in the songs they bring with them given by him...
Just WAA... Grandadsleif REAL!!!
-Leyline!Anon who is NOT being normal about Dadsleif rn
Oh boy, you really made me bust out my tts to read all that. and giving me a load of work with the tags.
I'll be honest the last quest did not have enough Dain. Like I'm not the biggest Dain fan but serious about his once-a-year appearance. We did not get enough. And what's funny about shipping Diluc with an Archon I feel Dain could at least learn to like Venti a little bit.
But Zhongluc? Morax?
That ship is 10 times funnier to me with Dadleif.
Also, he'd call an archon with Diluc a cradle robber, I'm just saying.
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Hi! I was thinking about yandere Peking Duck for a while… I think that he’s pretty scary in general cause bro fired and bombed the whole COUNTRY (with a valid reason but it’s still scary) and it’s creeping me out when I’m realising how destructive he potentially can be if he was a yandere. So… what about your headcanons of yandere Peking Duck? I’m especially interested in creepiest and darkest sides of his character. He can be so terrifying that it would definitely freak anyone out.
I'm really enjoying all your food fantasy content! If you're willing, could you share your thoughts on yandere Peking Duck?
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I apologize for grouping you two up, but I was originally answering the shorter request for Peking Duck as it was older-- But then, while saving my draft, Tumblr shat itself; due to a pretty bad storm in my area... Here it is, a few days later.
I can't find the story for Peking Ducks SP, which is a bit frustrating since it seems his SP counterpart has experienced more passage of time than his UR counterpart (his duckling children are full-grown ducks now! And not one of his voice lines acknowledges them!)
In any case, I hope you enjoy it!
Warning for animal abuse.
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Peking Duck is a possessive bastard, who's fully aware that his feelings are out of place, but just doesn't care.
He projects himself as this homely, wise old man who's more focused on his ducklings and his found family to crave violence-- one of the attacks he uses so often stuns his enemies, which one could argue is a kinder method of disabling them than most food souls of his power would make. He seems to go with the flow, and act so calm and collected, that if you haven't even seen him with this facade down, you'd trust him implicitly. And that is the entire point.
Peking Duck wants you to rely on him. He wants you to trust him implicitly, with any task. If it's something domestic he would be more than happy to accompany you and drop hits about what he wants out of your relationship, and if you want him to protect you without spilling a drop of blood then he'll paralyze whatever has you so frightened. You should feel safe around Peking Duck. He wants you to know this as if it's instinct.
He also wants you to be wary of the world outside of him. Granted in some ways that's harder, and in some ways that's easier in a world like this, where fallen angels are rampaging the streets, and terroristic food souls revolt to kill all humans. It's harder to make you fear things that aren't combat related, but he can just as easily make you dependent on him for daily life too.
Peking Duck always manages to cut you a massive bargain when you take him shopping with you, by smooth talking and striking favours with the shopkeeps. He will handle your taxes, finding little things to cut and trim, to use for your own benefit (which he keeps track of in a second ledger). If you were to try to keep the restaurant afloat without him as your bookie, you'd quickly get discovered by the police for tax fraud. And after a sufficient amount of years, Peking Duck may reveal this to you if you're being unruly-- If you don't behave yourself, he won't have any choice but to let you take the blame for it, and you'll be hauled off to debtors prison.
Peking Duck spends the majority of his day planning elaborate traps and emotional pitfalls if you step out of line. If you try to shove him out of your work life, your business crumbles and you get arrested. If you try to shove him out of your adventures in the catacombs or fighting fallen angels, you come home with fewer ingredients and gold, and more bruises. If you try to force Peking Duck to work on excursions without you, he will return with triple the amount of loot you'd normally bring back... But he and his ducks conveniently need urgent medical attention-- the children are on death's door! They're all exhausted... Surely you wouldn't mind helping him feed the ducks after he rests for a while, right? He's already collapsed in your living room-- he won't mind taking the couch, just please let him rest.
The more unaccompanied missions you send him on, the sicker his children are when they return. The last few times you sent him in a group without you, some of his children got caught under debris and broke their wings. The last time, you had helped set the broken wing yourself, the healers on the team conveniently missing, while the duck flailed around and quacked like a banshee. Peking held his child down and shushed the bird as he directed you on setting the delicate bone back in shape.
After the horrific ordeal, you stormed into the ice rink, asking Miso Soup why he hadn't healed during the excursion. But he was startled, asking what you meant. It was only after arguing for half an hour you learned that none of Peking Ducks had an accident at all during the trip, and they were all perfectly fine before Miso went to the ice rink to recover.
If you ask Peking duck what broke his ducks wings, he merely repeats the question before telling you that it was debris. But there is a tone to it that lets you know you're on thin ice with his patience.
And he makes it clear under no uncertain terms that he won't allow you to start causing a fuss.
Keep it up, and you'll find out some consequences for ignoring him.
But if you'd like things to stay peaceful with the uppity food soul, you should come rest with him. Laying together, whispering sweet nothings about what you two want for the future, what your home might look like after a few years and a few more children, how sweet life can be if you just allow Peking Duck to take care of you, and you continue to be the ray of light from a window illuminating the dust settling in a cozy afternoon... It might make you feel better.
He knows you know what he's really like, and he knows you know that it's all an act to make you happy. Shouldn't you focus more on the fact its to make you happy, rather than the fact he's lying? You don't want him to stop making you happy, right?
Because even if he does, you know he won't leave you alone. And you know he can't keep hurting his children for your attention-- even if he does heal them good as new, he just wants them to be comfortable. They're the only companion he'll truly have forever. He'd hate to have to hurt you the same way he hurt them just so you'd pay him any attention.
It would be much nicer, and much easier to just let it happen. Peking Duck will continue to act as a selfless, uppity, wholesome father of a family, and you will continue to let him pretend to be so. For your sake.
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