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really what prompted my double boy dad bakugou post was the idea of his older son — who is six, nearing seven — coming out of his room with messy, sleep-mussed hair and wandering into the kitchen on an early morning when katsuki's getting ready for work.
and your youngest is a little terror. spoiled rotten, katsuki thinks, was too babied and that's why he doesn't listen and has temper tantrums in the middle of the floor and is already throwing punches at three. katsuki's old witch of a mother thinks he'll be bulkier than his older son and twice as mean, prone to pinning his brother to the ground until he's declared the greatest.
(katsuki feels both horror and pride, at the very thought.)
it hasn't always been easy for your oldest; becoming a big brother never is. not that katsuki would know what that's like, but he hated to even share a playground with deku, much less share his one and only mommy, so he can only imagine what his own son went through when his brother arrived.
but he's been great about it, which comes as no surprise because his oldest has always been great about everything. gets his little brother out of bed and reminds him of his manners—even as he's getting whacked—gives up his toys just so the baby won't cry. he's too smart for his own good, acting like a big boy now—and it makes katsuki nostalgic in a way that hurts.
there hasn't been a lot of time for just the two of them. not like there used to be.
so when his firstborn comes to stand beside him in the kitchen, to lean his head against his dad's hip and rub at his sleepy eyes—katsuki just ruffles his already messy hair, before giving his ear a little tug.
"should be asleep," he grumbles to him, "sun's not even up yet."
his son only shrugs, yawns hard; despite this, he says, "'m not tired."
katsuki snorts and continues with his routine: finishes his protein shake, gives the kid a sip when he thinks he wants one (he doesn't really, though he tries not to make a face at the taste as he nods, as if he likes it), makes sure he's got all his work shit in his bag for patrol later. and his son is mostly quiet, content to share in the morning just between the two of them after katsuki sits him on the counter.
and then he asks, "can i come to work with you?"
on instinct, katsuki glances at his shut bedroom door, where you're still fast asleep, on the other side, and then down the hallway to where his youngest is sleeping, too.
technically, the kid probably could because you're off work today, and you could come pick him up later before katsuki has to head out, but—
"your brother won't be happy if i take you and not him."
and your oldest is a good big brother. has more patience than katsuki ever did, knows how to share—but on this morning that the two of them are indulging in, he only shrugs.
"well," he sighs—and he sounds so grown up, sounds like you when you're leveling with katsuki. "if he wanted to go then he should have got up, too."
"that why you're awake?" katsuki frowns, though his son only shrugs again. the idea that he's gotten up way too early, at the ass-crack of dawn just to have some extra time with his dad is too—
"yeah," katsuki murmurs, nodding at him to hop off the counter. "get your socks on so we can go."
there won't be anything for him to do in the agency office, besides get an endless amount of cups of water from the dispenser and all the candy in the receptionist's bowl and attention from the older ladies that thinks he's just so stinking cute.
but at least they'll be together, just the two of them. like old times.
#idk !! i just had this picture in my head of katsuki feeling bad bc he doesnt get enough time with his oldest son 🥺#enough time with his kids at all but 🥺 definitely less with his firstborn after his brother comes along 🥺#and so sometimes they do little things like this#take a quick run to the grocery store together or he'll walk around the neighborhood with his dad#or he'll take him to work just to have some extra quality time 🥺 just the two of them 🥺#and it seemed so sweet !! so here it is hehe#cw children#✿ willow writes#✿ thoughts: bakugou#✿ theme: dad bakugou#✿ theme: domestic bakugou
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Lil missing scene from the movie
My favorite trope is when a character who is very hungry gets fed
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Casey’s stomach growls, and he can only hope it’s masked by the rumbling of the tank as it travels through the subway.
He’s good at ignoring hunger pangs by now. Knows how to swallow them down and push ahead, had to learn because there’s never been enough food to truly silence them. Maybe when he was a child, and the adults in his life were fine with going with less when it meant he would be full, but as Casey’s body grew and demanded more and more the colony only had less and less.
He just hopes the turtles didn’t hear it. It’s embarrassing, and not really the impression he’s trying to give. And besides, it’s not like there’s anything they can do about it. They’re not going to stop for lunch.
Unfortunately, his stomach has other plans - right as there’s a lull in the conversation it growls again, and this time Michelangelo turns away from the console and looks at him in awe.
“Dude, was that your stomach!?”
“Uh…” He grins, trying to shrug it off. “Yes?”
“That was sooo loud! I thought there was a bear in here!”
“Oh. Sorry. Uh… it’s been awhile since my last meal.”
He’s hoping they just drop it there, but…
“How long is “awhile”?” asks Leonardo. He sounds unimpressed, and there’s the same piercing look in his eye that Sensei would have when he’d ask the same. When’d you last eat, kid?
So Casey knows there’s no dodging this one. The thing is, he’s not sure how to answer the question - there was the whole time travel business, and the mission before that, and the time he spent unconscious, and the attack on the Foot Clan…
Point is, he can only guess. He hopes Leonardo doesn’t see it as lying.
“Um… thirty five hours? Maybe?” That’s a pretty conservative estimate, but he hopes it flies. “But I’m fine! I’ve handled worse than this.”
Leonardo staring at him. Actually, they’re all staring at him. None of them look happy, and Casey’s stomach flips from something other than hunger.
Then Leonardo sighs, and he sounds disappointed. Casey opens his mouth to plead his case, to assure Sensei that he’s fit and ready to go, but Leonardo interrupts him by addressing Donatello instead.
“What’ve we got in the snack stash, Dee?”
“Hmmm…” Donatello flips on the autopilot again, leaving his chair and flipping open a compartment on the wall. “Sour candy, hot Cheeto’s, some snack cakes…”
“Oh, you don’t want any of that on an empty stomach,” says Michelangelo. “Trust me, it’s not worth it.”
“Well, we have some pretzels in here, and… oh.” Donatello’s voice goes a little quieter. “Some of Raph’s protein bars.”
Casey starts to insist that he doesn’t want to take Raphael’s food, but before he can Donatello has closed the compartment, wrapped food in hand.
“If you’ve been eating,” he makes a face, “leaves and rats, this is probably the best thing we can give you right now.” He fans them out. “We have plain and chocolate chunk.”
“I like the peanut butter ones,” says Michelangelo, “but we can’t keep those around.”
(A memory: Master Michelangelo making him a peanut butter sandwich as a special treat. Carefully wiping down the counter and utensils he’d used. When Casey asked, he’d said, “Because Raph-“
The sad look on his face was brief, but Casey never forgot.
“…Because we need to be careful, in case someone has a peanut allergy.”)
“I know.”
He takes one of the plain ones, unwrapping it hesitantly. Sensei’s voice echoes in his head, Eat slow. Small bites.
He knows he should, but when he tastes it his stomach roars to life, ravenous and angry. Before he knows it he’s eaten the entire bar in four barely chewed bites, and wishes he hadn’t because now it’s gone and he feels hungrier than when he began.
They’re still staring at him. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just says, “Thank you,” sincerely, because sharing food is the ultimate gesture of love in the apocalypse.
The rest of the bars are suddenly being shoved his way - four of them in total. “Here,” says Donatello, not meeting his eyes. “You can have the rest.”
“Ah, no,” he says quickly, trying to push them back. “I can’t take-“
“Raph always forgets they’re here, anyway,” says Donatello, waving him off. “Someone might as well eat them.”
Casey takes the bars. Donatello sits back down. They’re not looking at him anymore.
He looks at the protein bars in his hands. He’s still hungry.
He takes smaller bites this time. Savors the taste of oats and other flavors he can’t readily identify. It’s good. It’s really, really good.
He stows the last three bars away. He may need them later. Or maybe he can give them back to Raphael, after they rescue him.
“Three minutes to Metro Tower,” says Donatello, and he focuses up. His stomach’s quiet now - there’s no excuses.
He found the key. Now it’s time to stop the Krang.
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Day two NaNoWriMo; obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.
"Well, you are the plan guy," Kon says, grinning again and pushing his sunglasses up into his hair. "Supreme?"
"Works for me," Tim says. It's meat and dairy and bread and vegetables and Kon is probably invulnerable to heart disease, so he figures that's basically health food to him, right? Especially if he needs more calories than the average guy.
Pizza's sure as shit gonna be more satisfying than a protein bar, if nothing else.
Tim's definitely ordering like, breadsticks or wings or something too. And maybe a two-liter or two. Cinnamon bread. Something. Hell, he'll buy all that and then some if he has to. He's got the money.
Who the hell decided it was okay to let this happen? Really. Is there literally no responsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation? Dubbilex was made by Cadmus too and has his own issues with managing to have an out-of-lab life, Rex Leech is apparently out of the picture, which might be a blessing anyway, Tana Moon is equally MIA, and Superman has apparently lost his entire damn mind, so . . .
There's literally no responsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation, is there. There's no irresponsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation. As far as Tim knows, every single other one Kon knows is either Cadmus-employed or a supervillain or just completely uninvested in his existence.
Maybe Tim should be talking to Red Tornado about this. Is this something he should be talking to Red Tornado about?
. . . sure, that'd help. Red Tornado is about five minutes back into being a person and has Traya and Kathy and the whole team to worry about, and absolutely could handle something like this while also trying to figure out his own shit and keep an eye on all the rest of them too. Sure. That'd work.
This is a problem, Tim thinks.
This is a definite problem, in fact.
He has no idea what to do about this problem, though, so he just orders a truly inadvisable amount of pizza and wings and double-iced cinnamon bread for pickup. They've done weirder than get takeout in the Super-Cycle and they'll do weirder again. Besides, it could use the . . . exercise, or whatever that counts as. Not like the Super-Cycle has muscles, but it does get tired sometimes and seem to appreciate getting out and–well, whatever. That's just something to figure out later, probably.
Tim really should figure that out, though. And also if the Super-Cycle is gonna be down for going supervillain, because yeah, that's obviously a thing to keep in mind.
He flies it to the pizza joint, and spends the flight casually grilling Kon about his coworkers and employee benefits and the Cadmus security systems. The answers are: a lot of lab-born clones and too many grown-ass adults who have no excuse not to know better, work-related health care and nothing else, and Kon and Guardian, mostly. And also some random weird death traps and a couple of cameras here and there, apparently, but it all sounds incredibly dated to Tim's ears and it really seems like Kon and Guardian are taking on the lion's share of everything more complicated than watching a feed or flipping on an alarm system. Like, it really does.
So that's not great.
"Jesus, man, how much did you order?" Kon snorts with a laugh while Tim's paying the girl at the drive-up window in cash. He doesn't really want to explain this particular expense on the Bat credit card. Generally he doesn't want to explain takeout and junk food on there at all, in fact, though obviously he makes a point of going to Batburger with Steph once a month, just to hear Bruce sigh about it later. Appropriate teenage nonsense and all. He gets the kids' meal and the terrifyingly purple Spoiler shake every time. It tastes like acidic cotton candy. Yes, literally. "Like just the whole menu or what?"
"Of course I did. I've got a Kryptonian to carry it all for me, don't I?" Tim replies with a smirk he doesn't really feel after everything he's learned today. Everything Kon just told him, because he doesn't see what's wrong with any of it.
It reminds him of the abused kids he meets on the job who insist they're fine, and they don't need Batman and Robin to save them.
He wonders if Jason was like that, when Bruce first met him.
He also wonders if he maybe did over-order a little on the pizza, but worst case scenario the leftovers should fit in the fridge.
. . . maybe, anyway. Probably.
Mostly?
Kon immediately cracks into the cinnamon bread on the flight back because he has absolutely no manners whatsoever, and Tim rolls his eyes at him and tries not to visibly brood over the five-alarm fire burning down his brain right now.
He just . . . doesn't understand how Superman is apparently just fine with this situation. He doesn't even understand how Kon is fine with this situation, but is increasingly certain that the answer to that might just be that Kon doesn't think he has another option.
He doesn't have another option, as far as Tim can tell. What would he do, crash at the base and just mooch off everyone else for food and gear and whatever else he needs day-to-day?
Yeah, not exactly a sustainable lifestyle, that.
Not even a little bit of one.
Technically, Tim could just pay for whatever Kon needed, between his allowance and his trust fund and without even taking his Bat-stipend into account, but there is no possible way Kon would ever actually go for that. He's way too proud, and even someone with no pride at all would probably find "please let me pay you to quit your horrible job" a hard pill to swallow from a teammate, much less the leader they only barely recognize the authority of.
#timkon#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#dc robin#superboy#young justice#young just us#rinfic#wip: obligatory sugar baby Kon
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What you fight for! Pt.7 - strawberries and cigarettes *18+
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summary: Daryl tries to keep it in his pants, buts it's more then difficult when the girl hes crushing on is indulging a certain candy next to him.
Warnings: a steamy lollipop moment in Daryl's pov, Daryl is obsessed with her curly hair, angst, pining, sexual themes in dreams and thoughts, Daryl has thoughts of having her in the backseat, protective!Daryl, age gape, Daryl being a softy and a gentleman, mentions of bruise, brief mentions of almost previous rape.
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Daryl found it hard to focus on the road.
The sun glowed on her just right, and when it hit her brown eyes she looked angelike, her curls glowing like a golden halo. He wanted to move his fingers true her curly hair, smell that soothing scent of shampoo, pull back the two strands of looks that had fallen into her soft brown eyes behind her ear.
Oh, how he craved to touch her.
He should stop before he drives them into a tree - and he does so by pulling his lingering gaze away from her back on the road. She obliviously looked at the map in her lap, because he had told her to, even though he didn't actually need help in navigation. But he was selfish and wanted her to ask him questions about where they were going as it was mostly the only time she would talk.
He had notest her becoming more quiet, avoiding his gaze and he knew it was his doing of his pore words from that morning. But he never intended for this and the more she distanced herself from him the more he felt drawn to her, wanting her to look at him, engage in conversations. And when they had been smothered in silence that he before had no problem with, he would ask her how much longer before he had to take another road, even though he already knew the answer. But he couldn't help himself when the look of accomplishment covered her lips, her eyes and her face and even if it was subtle, he always caught it and he would smile to himself because she was just…perfekt.
He noticed how she would get lost in the scenery speeding by her window and how she was engrossed in writing and drawing when there wasn't much else to do. She leaned against the window once more, gazing to the outside fields and he did the same without notesting, mirroring her against his own window. Then a rumbelle from her stomach broke the silence in the humming vehicle they had been smothered in sins she had told him to turn left and follow highway 76. He suppressed a chuckle, glancing her way as he drove with his one hand firmly on the wheel.
"There's some protein bars in the back,” Daryl offered, still looking ahead.
Julia shakes her head, “I’m not that hungry.” She denied softly, but her stomach rumbling again told a different story - and she kicked herself inwardly as she felt heat begin to blossom on her cheeks. Embarrassed of being caught in a silly lie she didn't know no way she felt the need to lie about in the first place. It was stupid. But Daryl didn't say anything and instead reached behind her seat and easily took out three bars from his pack, then offered them. She hesitated, then gave in.
“Thank you.” She said, taking one from his hand.
The sweet and tasteful chocolate-bar melted in her mouth, the nuts crunched satisfyingly with every chew. As she glanced towards Daryl, watching how he ripped the package open with his teeth, tossing the raper aside and shocked to see how he finish it of with onely tree bites as she still was on her first. She found it amusing how he always ate so care free with no manners, how he smotherd the melted chocolate on his fingers against his pants that would have been avoided if he had kept the raper on. But of course he wouldn't, it was Daryl after all.
Dragging the back of his hand over his mouth, she couldn't help but let out a little chuckle notesting it did nothing to clean the residue of the melted chocolate on the corner of his mouth. Just like a child. Daryl glanced her way in question,
“What’s so funny?” He asked with some still in his mouth.
Julia shakes her head, still smiling as she stares at the smudged chocolate spot. It was just adorable and he didn't even know it. She pointed to her own mouth, making him look at himself in the rear view mirror to see what she was referring to - making him wipe it off with his sleeve. Then began to dig into his second bar and Julia watched in amusement at his clear liking to sweets. When he finished it, he checked himself in the mirror making sure this time he got it all.
Puting the raper neatly away in her bag she then shugged some water down, the chocolate making her terribly thirsty and when she finished, about to put the lid bak on, Daryl nudged her arm, his hand oustreched towards her.
“Give me some.”
Julia handed him the bottle of water without much thought and never before has she seen someone down water that fast. Like he had been deprived of water like a man lost in the desert. And it was impossible to not stare at his adamsappel bobbing up and down his throat with every gulp he swallowed. Her fingers itched to touch him, but she pulled herself together. He held the water bottle to his mouth unaware of her sinfully drooling over how his bicep flexed. The fabric on the denim jacket looked like it would burst. He looked so strong and firm without even trying - and she couldn't help but to remember how bulky he felt under her touche when he had been on top of her, thrusting inside of her. and even then he had been so gentle.
Daryl drank until the need for oxygen was unbearable, handing back an almost empty bottle and offered an out of breath, “Thank’s,” wiping away the axes' water on his lips.
And she aced for his lips to be on hers once more.
“Oh,” She said, snapping out of her engrossed daydream and putting back the water bottle in her pack, suddenly feeling the need to busy herself, beginning writing down the first thing she knew she would need on their journey or she would bleed true her pants eny day now.
And her prayers must have been heard when Daryl not long after stopped at an abundant gas station that was looted with abundant cars.
Finding the auto store loted but walker free Daryl gave her the ‘okey’ to stay inside as he began to siphon fuel from the cars outside. Julia didn't waste any time, beginning to go to the shelves that were mostly empty, but when she found a big box of tampons she almost squealed as she no longer needed to dred of what she would do when her monthly came. The only thing she hoped to find but didn't was painkillers, but she knew she could handle the cramps even though hers tended to be severe sometimes - to the extent of throwing up and almost fainting.
After having consumed all that water earlier nature called and she moved to the ladies room in the back. She knew the place was empty as Daryl had cleared it, but she couldn't help from being hesitant when entering.
Having the rare moment of privacy, away from his watchful eye she pulled out the gun she had taken in secret, back at the house. Knowing he would take it the moment he knew she had it.
She had never handled a gun before, the only knowledge of it was from action movies and watching others kill walkers. She had taken it because after what happened she wanted to feel safe, to protect herself and him if it came to it. But she knew she would not kill someone, it felt impossible to do so inside herself.
Somehow she managed to take the fully loaded klip out, fumbling with the disarmed gun clumsy. It felt surprisingly heavy and smelld of gunpowder and metal. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror the gun looked out of place in her hands, it felt as if she did something she shouldn't.
Even though she knew she was free to do whatever she wanted, there was this obligation to do what he said, because he kept her safe and he knew more about all this than she did and she had agreed to do what he said when it came to going on this journey - to find the scientists that had become her life purpose. So for now she hid the gun away in her pack once more, hoping she would never have to use it.
…
Exiting the auto shop she moves towards Daryl, who is siphoning fuel into a red dunk. He looks up at her and regards her before questioning,
“Everything okay?”
Julia could feel herself getting nerves, worried he had already smelled the secret she was keeping from him.
“Mmmh,” she assures, “Why do you ask?”
“You were gone for a while. Was almost going to look for ya if you took any longer.”
Oh.
She watched as he leaned his back against the car, waiting for the dunk to get filled as he lightened a smoke, cupping his hand to shield it from the wind.
It should be illegal how he made a bad habit look so good. And wasn't it dangerous to smoke while handling gas? But she knew better than to question him.
Thinking about it she never knew he smoked, but on the other hand a lot of people did. Daryl took a long drag before letting the smoke pass true to his lips, the smoke cloud blowing away with the wind. And she couldn't help but notice how it made him relax, look more at ease.
Roaming true her bag, Julia offers one of her lollipops she had found on her way out. Daryl stared at the pink and read raped up candy in her hand, shooting her a confused look. She offered him a soft smile and insisted,
“Here.”
“Na, I’m good,” he drawls, blowing the white smoke away from her direction.
Unwrapping the candy, as he crosses his arms over his broad chest with the sig still between his lips, she looked at the half full dunk then to the siphon and asked curiously,
“How does it work?”
“The siphon?
“Yeah,” she confirms, placing her pack on the car and plops the candy into her mouth. Daryl explains as he lets the sigaret hang from his lips,
“It’s when liquid travels against gravity.” He began, “mmh hmm,” Julia hums. “The liquid travels up and over the crest of the tube, the weight of the liquid goes into this,” he points to the red dunk, “It pulls the rest of it over the crest, causing the tank to drain.”
Julia swirls the candy in thought as he puts the lid back on the filled up dunk and takes the tube out of the filler neck opening and continues to the next car to fill another dunk of fuel. Julia follows, caring the heavy dunk and Daryl questions as he works the tube down the tank,
“You understand?”
“Well…only the part about liquid traveling against gravity,” she confessed, putting the dunk bak on the ground “The rest was too… complicated.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, then put the tube to his mouth, sucking the fuel out, then let it drain out into the dunk and spat out the burning taste of gas.
Daryl leans against the car just like he did before and Julia glanced at his side profile. Silently studying him from head to toe. He was a very handsome man, smart. It felt like he had experienced far more of life than she had, had so much knowledge, had the answer to her every question and always knew what to do.
She found him so capable. Safe. Everything a man should be she saw in him.
The taste of sweet cherry ingolfs her mouth and she takes the candy out to speak,
“Maybe next time I can fill up one du-
“Na,” Daryl cut her off. “You don’t need to be doing shit like that. Gas ain’t good for ya.”
“Gas isn't good for you either, you know.” Julia countered and Daryl gave her a look making her drop it knowing he wouldn't change his mind. She just wanted to be helpful when he did so much. Protecting her, going on this journey.
Plopping the candy back into her mouth she put her pack back on and the dunk along to start refiling the truck. But before she reached the truck, Daryl had caught up to her and took the heavy dunk from her grasp, caring both effortlessly.
“Thanks,” she said looking up at him and he gave her nood in response.
“Can you hand me that funnel?” Daryl asked her, handling the dunks to refuel the truck. "It's in the back.”
“Okay,” she responds and retrieves the funnel to him, happy that she helped in any way.
…
It had been a good day so far, but still the sadness creeped in when there was nothing occupying her wandering mind. She had tried to distract herself in the journal, but when she realized she was drawing his eyes that she found so beautiful, she put it back in her pack and just stared out the window, watching Virginia's landscape speed by, In hop of thinking of anything else that didnt pain her heart.
What confused her the most was how could he be so normal about what had happened between them, how he kept being close to her even though he had told her it was wrong? And she just didn't understand. Nothing made sense any more. All she knew was she liked him and he didn't reciprocate those feelings, not in the way she wanted him to. And why did he all of a sudan wanna be close, talking more than he had done with her before? It made her distancing herself from him so much harder, painful even when she was so drawn to him. Maybe she would forget about her unrequited feelings for him if he wasn't being so kind, so protective and if he wasn't currently staring her way. She wished for him to keep his pools of deep blue on the road.
She could feel his gaze making a home on the back of her haid, but she couldn't look at him right now, because, if so, she feared for her feelings to deepen even more and it would all be so much more painful in the end. And she wondered, when someone rejected someone, wasn't the normal thing to do, not to give the other mixed signals - to keep to their words of rejection and regret?
Virginia. America's heartland. It's late autumn scenery was breathtaking and even more so in the golden sunset and for a moment she just admired the view. Thinking about everything and nothing at once while tasting another lollipop that tasted of strawberries. Her grandparents used to grow them.
–
Daryl struggled once again to keep his focus on the road. And even more so when she was so carelessly sucking on that damn candy stick. Making sinful sounds every time she would drag it between her plump lips that he knew were soft, because he had tasted them that night he could not get out of his mind.
The memory forever plays on repeat.
She was just like candy, sweet and addictive. But he would not let himself give into that craving. Even though every time he would nudge her to get her attention, just to make her look at him, hear her soft voice and he knew he wasn't truly keeping to his own promise. It wouldn't be long before he broke it.
No.
He wouldn't let himself do that.
He couldn't.
He had to protect her from himself.
He would only end up hurting her more then he already had. She deserves someone that was worthy of her soft-heartedness, her untainted soul. And he knew he wasn't worthy of her kindness, that he never would be, so he had to draw the line. Telling her it had been wrong because she deserves someone who was as good as her, he would never be that. All he could do was to protect her, do whatever it took in order to keep her safe, and he had already failed her in that.
It ate at him, gilt burning in his gut every time he would stare at her for too long and he would see that bruise on her delicate throat that had turned bluish purple. Now and again he would catch her unintentionally scratching it, making him worry it was hurting.
That picture of her underneath that monster, pushing her down on the bed, forcing her legs open as she fought against him, silenced with that disgusting man's hand around her throat. And if he haven’t followed his gut filing to go into that room when he had she would have been raped and killed and God knows what more by the other men in the house. And it felt like he was more traumatized than she was which worried him.
She had been deathly quiet just after he dragged her out of the house but then it was like it never had happened in the first place. Because of course she was so selfless and good - and all she did was to care for him, soothing him with her kind words and her soft touch.
He will forever be undeserving of her.
And that was when he realized how strong someone could be without any physical strength. That her emotional strength was something far beyond, something he needed and never wanted to live without. When he thought about it she had always seen through him, been there for him when he had been weak, vulnerable and he could only feel undeserving, but it had meant everything to him.
He flexed his wrapped up hand, and even though his knuckles were aching all he could think of was her touch from the night before. When she had told him it would not heal and then softly wrapped it up again. He had been close to kissing her then, too close. Just by her touch she had him folded, and how she looked at him with her kind eyes, he knew he would do anything she asked. He would bring the moon down for her if she so desired, and he had never felt something so strong and so delicate for someone else, and that scared him in a way. Because he knew there would be no limits for what he would do in the name of her.
After all, he already had. With no regret - no second thought. It had been cristall clear of what he had to do in order to insure her safety.
Did she even know what she was doing to him?
What was she putting him through?
And right now she was putting him in true hell and she had been doing so sins she had found them damned lollipops she had found in the auto-shop. The strawberry scent filled his nostrils and he could feel himself hardening in his jeans at the sight of her sinfully sucking on that candy that he wished was himself. But he wouldn't let his mind go there, not any further at least. But then the thought of the candy being his finger she was sucking on as she deeply locked eyes with him - or even better, if it was-
He shook his head to himself, trying to think of anything but that, because if he did he would stop the car, show her what she was doing to him as he would have her over and over again in the backseat until she begged him with her sweat voice, chanting his name like a prayer over and over until she fell apart under his touch.
Fuck.
He closed his eyes then looked her way and he shouldn't have. Because when he did so, she plopped the candy out of her mouth, a string of saliva followed, her lips pretty and swole glistening with the red color of the candy that just begged him to give in, inviting him.
Damnit.
He had to do something, he could not take this much longer. A beautiful, naive girl inches from him, sucking on a lollipop like it was him. Firmly Daryl tries to get her attention by calling her name but she is somewhere else in her pretty little head, thinking of something so interesting she didn't hear the second time either, making him become incredibly frustrated. So with no option left he reaches over and takes the candy out of her mouth, being met with her pretty bambi eyes and surprise written all over her soft features.
“Hey! What are you doing?” She questions.
“You are supposed to be keepen your eyes on the map.”
He should be keeping his eyes on the road.
Julia rolls her eyes, then looks at him and demands, “Give it back.”
“Nah.”
“What do you mean, Nah?” She tries to snatch it back, but his arm being superiorly taller than hers makes her groan in frustration when it was impossible to reach.
Then she tries a different tactic by pulling at his jacket by his biceps, and even though she pulled with all of her might with both of her hands to get it back, it did nothing.
“Daryl!” Julia whines and his eyes almost roll back to the sound of it, “Comon, Daryl! Give it back!”
Still holding on to his clothed bicep she looked up at him with big puppy eyes, her brows furrowed, “Please,” she begs. And there was an immediate reaction as she did so, even though his face became unreadable, his arm felt like it was flexing even more in her hold.
His eyes went back and forth between her and the road they were still driving on and Daryl fought for his life not to fold. Julia could feel him giving in slowly but surely. She then tilts her head at him and bats her eyelashes, “Pretty please? Pretty, pretty please?”
She could see him visibly swallow before he looked away from the road looking down at her and she knew if she wanted a chance it would be now when he was completely disarmed, the focus on her and not on the candy he had taken hostech. And the way he decided to do so was beyond her.
As she tried to snatch it back, it was as if all of a sudden he snapped back to reality - and before she could attempt to stop him, he told her with that stupid smirk that looked so good,
“Nah,” plopping the candy into his mouth, making her frown in complete frustration with this ever confusing man that was probably around the same age as her dad - that more acted as a child.
Daryl couldn't help but be amused by her pouting. He knew she was upset but he was left with no other choice. And the way she looked when she got mad was the most adorable thing he'd seen. Even though he knew he shouldn't - but he so badly wanted to see her frown with her soft features, see her wrinkle her nose and hear her whining that made his eyes roll back, imagining her beneath him.
What was this girl doing to him?
…
As the last light dips beneath the horizon, Daryl spots a fighting spot by the edge of the forest. He drives them off the road true the open grassland into the protection of tall pine trees.
The engine hums into silence as Julia's eyes almost drift close. Daryl's voice stopping her from doing so,
"We'll stop here tonight.” Daryl informed.
Julia yawned, “We aren’t there yet?”
“Nah, common.” Daryl's answers as he gathers his pack. "Let's set up camp so you can get some shut eye.”
“I’m not even tired,” Julia argues.
Setting up camp Julia began to feel a heavy sense of dread and she didn't understand way. Last night was no problem, neither was the night before, so why was today different?
They arrange their sleeping bags after dinner. Daryl dimmed the lantern to its lowest setting, creating just enough light to not be swallowed by the night.
The dark, the cold, and the vulnerability of being asleep all made Julia very uneasy. She couldn't help but fight sleep even though being terribly tired. The thought of possibly being woken by a living nightmare, like she had been in that car when she was taken, disoriented and frightened, and in the house she had thought it would be safe enough to rest.
That happening again, struck a fear so deep she didn't know if she ever could be okay.
Julia stared into the darkness of the forest, tall trees surrounding them. But then she looked up and the sky was clistar clear, stars shining brightly, forming constellation after constellation. She counted them, like sheep before one fell asleep. Her mind calmed enough for her eyes to get heavy, her breathing slowed down until she finally drifted into a deep sleep that she hoped would take her far away from the fear of nightmares she had experienced and the heartache that troubled her so deeply.
–
Daryl watches over her as she sleeps soundly, protected by the warmth of the sleeping bag he was happy he could provide. He washes her face twitch and how the steady pace of her breathing moves her form up and down. Her face looked so peaceful, so beautiful and serene, without a care in the world.
Her hair fell in her face making her frown. Daryl tucked the curls away, pooting the hair behind her ear. Soft. He gently caressed her cheek and just admired her there and the beauty she possessed.
He could stare at her for hours and never get enuff.
–
Julia was woken by his warm touch on her face.
His fingers gently dancing along her skin. They were lying on their sides, facing one another, gazing deeply into eachothers eyes. Her heart drummed in her ears, butterflies dancing in her stomach. And for the first time she smiled at him and he returned it just as softly as his thumb dragged along her lower lip, slow and gentle, making her close her eyes, and just focus on his touch.
The only man she would let her touch her like this was him, and only him, no one else.
Oh, how she had missed this.
Missed him.
And she was so happy.
A soft giggle escaped her lips as she returned to deeply gazing up at him. Daryl Dixon, was the most beautiful man she had ever laid her eyes upon. There was this rare beauty in his deep blue eyes that looked so softly at her she feared she would melt. The way his hair curtend his dashing face and the way his stubble framed his jaw so handsomely and the lines of aging had her admiring each and every single one.
Daryl watches her back, his blue eyes wandering across her face down her neck. He softly touched the bruise on her trout. Creating goosebumps there, making her shiver of simply his touch. She shuts her eyes for a moment and sighs contently as she lens into it.
His pupils are blown with desire, his jaw clenched and muscles tensing as if he’s trying to hold himself back, and he tells her, his voice deep and rubeling,
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do yah?”
And Julia simply smiles softly, before leaning up and presses her mouth to his cheek. His hand on her neck shot out, and she jolted when he pulled her in by cradling her head, leaning in and kissing her just like he did that night. Hungry and starving.
And oh, it was heavenly.
Her hands fist’s on his color as his tongue danced with hers, his other hand tilting her chin up to get better axes. His stubble tickled her, but she could care less. Because finely, finely, his lips had returned to hers and she wished for it to never stop.
The warmth of Daryl’s body pressed against hers creates a safe haven, momentarily replacing the fears with the undeniable comfort he provides. The dread and the fear melts away, it feels like she can finally breathe without her heart strings being pulled.
His nose pressed into her skin as they kissed, and he spoke even though his lips weren't the ones talking. And she didn't understand. Then, when his lips began to fade and his face began to blur and the voice calling her name from some distant place, repeatedly calling for her as she was shaken. She opened her eyes, meeting his ocean blues staring down on her newly woken form, as she was blinking past the wetness in her eyes.
“Hey, hey.” He soothed softly, worry covering his features and Julia realized she had been crying, but it had been tears of joy, of happiness. But being met with the reality it had all been just a dream, more felt like it was breaking her heart. Because it had been too good to be true. What she had longed for to be real. And she knew he would never reciprocate those feelings, touch her that way, nor kiss her like her heart aced for so terebully.
Now real tears did fall and the ace was once more heavy in her chest. She tried to blink them all away, but the wetness just kept coming, making her cheeks raw and her vision blurry. She wished she could have more control of her emotions, but it was all too much, overwhelming her like it had never done before. She had never had such a vivid dream and woke up crying this way. And it didn't make it easier with him drying her tears away as he softly rubbed the back of her hand,
“Hey, hey. It was only a bad dream, you're okay. I got you. I got you.”
As her tears began to slow and she had calmed enough to speak, she took a shaky breath,
“It was a happy dream.”
He searched her face - then, “You’re crying,” Daryl stated,
He had been terribly worried when he saw her serin face turn into her crying in her sleep. He had panicked, anxiety spiking as he shook her awake. Fearing she was reliving the horror she had been true. So he didn't understand when she told him ‘it was a happy dream’.
One last tear fell and he wiped it away - watching how she closed her eyes as his thumb lingered there - simply because he couldn't handle seeing her sad. It crushed him in a way he didn't know he could feel. But then she looked deeply into his eyes, her brown eyes shining as she smiled sadly and she told him,
“Because I wished it was real.”
Daryl froze at her words.
Her confession sent guilt spireling, digging into him deeply - a confession he knew the reason behind, because her eyes looked just as sad as they did that morning, when she had been so happy and he just went ahead and ruined it all.
This was why she was crying.
Because of him.
Because of what he had said.
There was so much he wanted to say but he didn't know how to. To confess what he truly felt inside. But he was teribull with words. He would only mess up again, creating more harm than good.
Julia lowered her eyes to turn away from him. She didn't know how much more of this she could take before it all became too much again. And there was shame in how she had dreamed of him in that way, like it was rong, just like he had said. Then before she could do so, he pulled her in by the waist into his arms,
“Come here,” he said softly.
She was surprised but didn't shy away from his hand holding her lower back, pressing her body into his warm chest and her head beneath his chin. Her hand naturally fists his jacket as the other was curled into herself. His steady heartbeat and his calming breath soothes her until she falls asleep in his arms.
…
Daryl woke up to sunlight.
He didn't sleep as much as he should have. There had been too much on his mind keeping him awake. Julia was already awake, cooking them breakfast as she did her morning routine, fixing her hair for the day, and brushing her teeth.
Finishing her second braid with a rosette of some white fabrike she continued to stir the oatmeal. Her hair looked longer this way and her aperens even softer, if that even was possible? Plaiting two portion of breakfast Daryl seated himself as she turned down the gas stove,
“You're up early,” he said and Julia handed him his plate, along with a spoon.
“Yah. I was so hungry I thought I was going to die if I didn't get up and make something.”
Daryl hummed and dug in. They both ate in a comfortable silence as the morning sun brightened up another day - though the noticeable chillier weather and natural light had become darker by each passing day.
Julia rinsed the dishes in the nearby stream as Daryl packed up the truck for their continued journey..
…
Silens was unending inside the car.
Julia was being avoidant, not once looking his way. It bothered him. She had been sad - and in the morning he had been naive and thought everything was going to be okay. But the way she looked far away through the window, he knew she was far from it.
She didn't draw nor write that he knew she liked to spend her time doing. She just started with a map in her lap, with that look in her eyes. He wanted to do something, but didn't know how to, it felt like he never did.
Hours passed on. Daryl drifted away in his own thoughts as julias gaze never left the window.
Boredom eventually makes Julia move her attention from the tree's speeding bay and opens the glove compartment, finding a cassette. She studies it in her hands before putting it back. As she reaches forward to do so, Daryl stops her.
“Let’s hear it,” he encourages. “Could be something worth listening to.”
Julia gives him an unsure look. Hesitating before she puts it into the player. Daryl presses play and turns up the volume. The car fills with tons of an old song he hasn't heard since his mother was alive.
‘Love will abide, take things in stride.
Sounds like good advise
But there's knowone there by my side’
He leans back in his seat, his left hand on his thigh, tapping along to the all familiar rhythm as he sighs in content. Julia thinks he doesn't like the music that's playing and moves to turn it off.
“Oh, no wait,” he stops her, “No, leave it. Leave it. Oh this is good. This is Linda Ronstadt. Do you know who Linda Rondstadt is?”
“Yeah, I’ve listened to some of her songs.” Julia finally says, “This is my favorite song of hers.”
Daryl hums, smiling as a memory pups up in his head. He rarely remembered good things of his childhood but he could clearly remember his mom singing along as she did laundry in the summer sun. It was before she had turned to drinking wine, when she still smiled and still sang - wearing that yellow sundress she always wore in the summer, that his father didn't approve of, due to his jealous tendencies and her beauty that had everyone turning their heads.
God, his mother was beautiful.
She will forever be the most beautiful woman he’ll ever see. But from the moment Julia passed true the prison gates - there it was. That familiar beauty he couldn't put his finger on, but it was there and he had tried to deny it. Now being with her, he knew, and there was no denying. So he simply admired her from afar, quietly, or at least tried to.
He would not put his feelings into words, because there were not enuff words that could possibly be enuff, no words that would do her justice. Neither would he be close - like he craved for so badly. The only exception had been last night. He had to, because he couldn't handle her sadness, the tears in her eyes. He was in agonizing pain, because he knew if he gave in like he had done, he would only hurt her, maybe even lose her. He didn't know how, but he knew good things never last for him. Not for Dixons. It never had.
Song after song played in the care. Julia didn't seem as sad nor quiet. She seemed to forget her sadness as she mindlessly sang along the country tunes. It was as if she had forgotten he was there or maybe she wasn't aware she was singing? But he didn't care. Her voice was so beautiful he never wanted her to stop.
The last song comes to an end, the car once more smothered in humming from the engine. Julia washes a distance hurd endlessly walks true overgrown fields in the horizon. He notices the change in her demeanor. He worries the sadness in her eyes had returned, that he could no longer distract it with music that had seemed to work so well. But then Julia lens back in her seat to lock true the wind shield and she is the one that asked him a question and even though it's isn't much it’s something and she asks him,
“What if we don’t find them? What if they're gone?”
“We're gonna find them.” He tells her matter of factly.
“How do you know?”
“I’m persistent.”
And Julia knew that he was a very capable man. He was a tracker after all. This was what he did best. But she couldn't help but to feel this doubt the closer they were, fearing she would yet again get her hopes up only to be left disappointed. To be left with the dread, of what would be the point of going on, what would be her purpose in life, her driving force if not she could save humanity and make everything right.
“And what if they're not in Pittsburgh?”
“We continue west. Wyoming.”
Julia nods, tracing their way west from highway 70 to 76. It would be a long drive, maybe 25h, but she prefers that then walking true six states that would take them months.
“So, we're in Wyoming then?”
“Somewhere close to Cody.” Daryl tells her and Julia begins to look at the state maps to get a closer look. And when she locates it with her finger, Daryl senses her question,
“If we don't find them there, the odds are they will be holding up in another hospital in a nearby city. Ain’t to many of ‘em in Wyoming.”
Julia hums with her eyes on the map, “Chee-Yen,” She tries to word one of the cities.
“Cheyenne.” Daryl corrects her.
“Che-” she begins "really?" Daryl looks at her and nods in confirmation.
Julia continues naming the cities, “Cheyenne…Laramie…Casper– Julia puts down the map book in her lap, her hands resting on top of it, “Way are you doing all of this?”
Daryl looks at her, taken back by her straightforward question. And he didn't know what to say. Or more, how to say it.
“Seems like the right thing is all.”
Julia studies him, something is different, she can feel it, but she was so curious remembering how he had been so dismissive of this in the beginning. When he told her to forget it, that it would get her killed in the end.
“What do you mean?”
And Daryl wished for her to stop asking questions. To stop being so curious. Even though he had been the one that had longed for conversations in their smothered silence.
“You know.” He simply told her. As if it would shut her up before she would find out the real reason, his deepest truth that needed to be kept from her.
“What?” She pushed on and Daryl relents with the half hearted truth,
“I thought it was nuts. But then…
“Then?” She prompts eagerly.
Daryl sighs softly as he squints against the midday sun, “Then your scar convinced me I guess. That it’s real. And I believe youre doing the right thing… That maybe… a cure is possible.”
His confession made her smile brightly at him, and he thought for a moment time had stopped. He wanted to kiss her, stroke her soft cheeks, feel her pigtail braids between his fingers. His heart beating so hard against his chest he worried she could hear it.
“You really believe I’m doing the right thing?” She asked, hope glittering in her eyes.
“Yah,” he said earnestly, making Julia's heart swell.
"Yah it is,” she echoed, “I’m gonna make it right again, for the ones we lost. I want to give people a chance. That’s all I want… Do you think that’s too much to ask for?”
“No,” he said. Because anything she asked for was his life mission. Seeing her like this, with hope in her eyes and a peace in her smile he couldn't feel anything but to do right by her.
Pt.8 Masterlist
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon x reader#daryl x reader#daryl x y/n#fanfics#twd fanfiction#daryl dixion imagine#apocalypse
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Any Jakey or Sammy hc you have but got nowhere to put them?
my beloved ramen!! ty for sending this in big sibling i am answering this so late lol this is all i've got so far that my single brain cell could come up with but i might edit it to add more later🤔
Random Headcanons for Jake and Samuel
Jakey
likes red flavored sweet things - tenten, red velvet cake, cherry chapstick
capricorn with some scorpio and sag (and maybe cancer?) placements
he is Pekkle from Sanrio
good at cooking just 1-2 dishes - and one of them is ramen
also makes a decent tasting protein shake but that doesn't count
continues to try following tiktok recipes though and has not succeeded yet
teases you a lot but if he ends up hurting your feelings in any way he would start swinging at himself to try to cheer you up
will square up with any piece of furniture you trip over or bump into
bisexual king
go-to outfit for chilling at home is a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants
quit smoking once they freed Sinu from 2A
has trouble falling asleep sometimes, likes to sleep in
Sammy
Badtz Maru from Sanrio
actually needed glasses growing up but couldn't afford them and as a kid figured it's better to not give the school bullies another reason to pick on him anyway, but finally got classes once he was in Workers
also bi probably maybe
probably a scorpio
used to get carsick but it's improved over time
fave candy is malang cow plain milk candy
hates the holidays (bad memories)
always picks out his outfit the night before
both stays up late and wakes up early
has read so many of those self-help books except the ones about trauma
enjoys music but tries not to indulge in it because he finds it a waste of time
and here's some self-indulgent random bonus pics of sanrio jake duck and sammy bird
#some of these are just direct inferences from canon crumbs lol but#pretty short one but this was fun to think about!!#lookism headcanons#jake kim headcanons#samuel seo headcanons#lookism
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I'm interested in what the trains in your humanization prefer to eat (What if Henry loves apple charlottes?)
yes!!! eating is one of life’s biggest joys! always love talking and learning about food and watching people cook and eat and express their happiness, so this was a fun one to answer.
thomas a. billington: thomas needs something to chew or suckle on in the break room. think of any candy that your grandma would store on her detailed glass bowl. tootsie rolls, werther’s hard caramel candy, jolly ranchers… you get it. he doesn’t have any particulars when it comes to filling dishes and most of his diet consist of snacks and candies hence his thinner and shorter build.
edward pettigrew: he loves a good hot black tea with a side of rich tea biscuits or scones. he’s the guy who knows too much about tea. stomach ache? ginger tea. sleep aid? chamomile’s the way. for the more filling dishes, edward prefers light savory dishes with feta cheese involved. he’s really fond of fërgesë from his home country, but there’s no place on sodor that could make a mean one, so he settles with making it at his own home.
henry stanier: sliced apples! when he’s in a good mood, he’d shape them into little bunnies. he likes anything savory with a strong taste too, like his mother’s curry. henry loves a full course, hearty meal that tastes and feels good, and growing up, he’s always had a large appetite (fast metabolism). henry doesn’t like anything greasy or deep fried because it’ll make his stomach acid flare up. I had to look up what apple charlottes is, and yeah, I can tell you that henry would love it.
gordon j. gresley: gordon has a sweet tooth but he’s self conscious about it and has an image to uphold so he’ll tell anyone who’s making him coffee to make it black (he adds a packet of cream and sugar when nobody’s seeing) without anything added (his friends see right through him). his favorite dessert is orange float with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. gordon also likes food that is usually eaten together with friends or family (something something lazy susan) like pork roast or kway teow or thick beef stew with mashed potatoes. big portions are necessary!
james a. hughes: sweet margarita is james’ favorite drink to have during outings with his friends. he also loves a good french onion soup, especially paired with croutons (do not make them too hard or he’ll riot!!). speaking of croutons, james loves fondue and he always fights over it with thomas. really, any food that looks good and makes him look well-off would be on his favorites list (please, james, why does most of these dishes involve alcohol in one way or another). he also likes sweet danish pastries.
percival “percy” avonside: he’s a simple man when it comes to food he likes. sandwiches are the way to go! carbohydrates, proteins, the tasty stuff — it’s all there! eggs benedict (he puts another english muffin on top so the sauce won't spill everywhere) is his most favorite since it makes him feel special and fancy. percy also loves good coffee, usually mixed with condensed milk or mocha, since he delivers the night mail train.
tobias “toby” holden: tiramisu is his favorite dessert and he prefers it made with more coffee content. he has helped out henrietta many times with making it to the point he’s has the process memorized. for savory dishes, he loves some good lasagna with extra beef content in the sauce. it’s gotta drench. really, toby loves his layered food huh
montague “duck” collett: he’s not picky when it comes to food given to him, so he just eats what any average joe would eat (eggs on toast for breakfast, sandwich for lunch, sausage with potatoes and peas for dinner). normal person food. duck makes sure he has his meal three times a day and follows the motto; “eat before you’re hungry, stop before you’re full.” also diesel made mango panna cotta once for him as a desperate token of apology and duck fell in love with it.
donald and douglas dunalastair: like thomas, they don’t really have much preference for filling meals. dessert, though? now that’s the stuff. donald loves cranachan so SO much he wishes he could eat it every day. douglas likes candies more instead of softer, silkier desserts, like black licorice or peppermint candy. they also eat only twice a day since they get full super quickly. amazing how so much strength for shoveling snow is stored behind their lanky bodies. they also drink irn bru
oliver t. swindon: oliver loves shepherd's pie because it’s practical. everything he needs is right there, fitting for someone who doesn’t like complicated things. as for the sweet stuff… even after forgetting some of his memories after his rescue, oliver remembers the feeling and taste of halo-halo on his tongue clearly, something he missed dearly.
giovanni vin diesel: diesel loves bruschetta. he puts some pepper flakes on top for that spice kick. he also loves sfincione, specifically the way his family would make it, but, like edward, nobody on sodor knows how to cook a decent one (too much sauce, too thick of a bread, or too soggy) which makes him a bit sad. diesel’s kind of picky when it comes to the meals he can consider “favorite” because he believes he’s the most qualified in the culinary field on sodor due to his upbringing.
mavis hawthorne: a slice of blackforest cake always makes her heart sing. not too heavy on the whipped cream, though, because she doesn’t like her desserts too sweet. she also likes baumkuchen. whenever toby cooks lasagna, he’d make another portion to give to mavis, which quickly became her favorite and something she looks forward to during lunch breaks.
rebecca nassif: rebecca likes snacking a lot. she finds joy in eating! she grew up surrounded by meals. like diesel, because of her upbringing, she’s always been an enthusiast of not only food, but culinary arts as a whole. she loves cold desserts that usually remind her of her old neighborhood like this pistachio kulfi that she would made when she was younger. rebecca also missed having knafeh and mafruka since moving to sodor (it’s been like... a week.)
nia e. wanjala: whenever nia feels like treating herself to something good, she’d make her own version of the gatsby sandwich at her house. she’s especially keen on the french fries and enjoys extra hot sauce with it. it’d take two meal times for her to finish it all. lately, nia’s also been enjoying pastries like chocolate muffins and bombolone (chocolate fillings are her favorite).
lady: as part of her mission to understand humanity and their intrapersonal relationships, lady developed an affinity to eating. she’d eat anything as long as it’s acceptable by human standards even though she doesn’t have to. lady wants to understand that people eat not only to survive but as a way to show their love and culture. isn’t the greatest blessing to be bestowed upon living things the ability to consume to their heart’s content? does her lack of mortal needs indicate her lack of personal desire? anyways her favorite foods are fish and chips with sweet mayonnaise on the side and soft serve vanilla ice cream.
diesel 10: his go-to is black coffee mixed with red bull (added with some other weird concoction if he feels like it). some scrambled eggs with a dash of hot sauce for breakfast. some fried bacon if he has some self respect for the day. some dried sardines if he wants to feel miserable. some baklava with extra syrup and pistachio if he wants to treat himself because the sound of the crunch eases his stress
#asks#eddieeeei#casa tidmouth#truly life’s greatest joys. I love food I love consuming and loving!!!!!!!#writing this was fun but a few things make me sad#fyi diesel used to work at his family’s generational restaurant while rebecca used to help her family’s catering service
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Genuinely a shame that resident evil doesn't really go into food that much, but I also completely understand since the "food" you see being eaten 99% of the time is people and rot. However, this will not stop me from food related headcanons, so lets talk about eating traits for the recurring (3 or more separate RE appearances) cast:
Chris Redfield- Never been a picky eater. Before RE5, he pretty much let his metabolism do all the work along with his "stay in shape" workout regimen, so he ate whatever he wanted and most of the time it was junk food, fast food, and meals with a lot of bread and potatoes. When he started working out more, his diet shifted to eating more fats and proteins since they give him a steady flow of energy instead of quick bursts. It doesn't mean he's stopped eating junk food or eating out. His palette simply changed from eating bags of chips and a roll of cookies everyday to maybe a large bag or two of chips and a large pack of cookies that he slowly finishes over the span of a few weeks. Beer and water are interchangeable depending on the meal.
Jill Valentine- She's the pasta person that will use a fork and a spoon underneath to twirl her noodles before eating them. Loves anything covered in a good savory sauce, and she will tear bits of bread off to swipe the rest of her plate clean. She prefers chicken over beef and pork over tofu. Entered a hot wing eating contest once on a dare, and she lost, but she made sure to find out what hot sauce they used so she could keep a bottle in her pantry. She drinks a lot of water, and she likes the taste of it. Not a fan of tea unless it's iced and sweetened heavily. Otherwise not really a fan of sweets when it comes to candy or baked goods unless there's some tartness or sourness to it.
Rebecca Chambers- Her diet leans more into foods she doesn't need utensils to finish like sandwiches, wraps, tacos, and the classic pizza fold with thin crust. She has a sweet tooth, but this is mainly for drinks and hard candies. She loves soda. She doesn't like how gummy candy sticks to her teeth due to the texture. Baked sweets are okay as long as they aren't super sticky to handle, but she'll make an exception for things which have a heavy amount of chocolate. She has a bag of mini-muffins on her desk for breakfast in the mornings. People know not to take any unless they desire her wrath. She knows when Chris has eaten them when she see's a package of snack cakes and an apology post-it note in her drawer.
Barry Burton- Before the gun incident, Barry was the guy who ate primarily meats and very little vegetables unless his stomach was fighting him. After the incident, he opened up his palette more to show he appreciated the hard work put into the meal. Ask him what his favorite food is and his answer changes every time cause it's always what his wife cooked for dinner the night before. He's a dinner guy. He's either too tired in the mornings or too in a rush to go to work, so breakfast is a no-go, but dinners are spent with his family, and post Revelations 2, he cherished them even more. Only drinks water from the tap.
Albert Wesker- Eats expensive looking food because it has the least amount of mess during consumption, and is an ego boost to his god complex wherein everything has to be prepared exactly to his taste. If during his time with S.T.A.R.S they managed to drag him out to eat, he would get a drink and nothing else. He doesn't like limp vegetables no matter how much dressing people cover them in to compensate, and he hates greasy food. His taste towards sweet things are minimal. He enjoys sweeter cheeses like cream cheese or mascarpone, and he tried to like tiramisu, but he didn't like how soft angel fingers are. He will also only eat macarons with a dark chocolate filling sandwiched between. Neutral about water and enjoys teas and wines.
Claire Redfield- Was the pickiest eater as a kid. Hated it when the food on her plate touched, or the juice from one part of her meal touched the other. She had the special disposable plates where each part of her meal was separated so that she'd actually finish the food she was given. She was also disgusted with canned vegetables. As an adult most of those hang-ups are gone. She'll eat almost anything now, and she loves trying new foods from the places she travels to. Flatbreads are her best friend. Pita, naan, chapati, and so on, she can make a meal out of bread and butter alone. She still hates canned vegetables, but she buys fresh or frozen vegetables and incorporates them into her meals where she can. She also hates the taste of water. She'll go for coffee or tea first.
Leon Kennedy- Allegedly is relaxed with all foods except when there's one thing on it he doesn't want to eat. No pickles on his burger. No red onions in his guacamole. No sliced fruit in or on his cake. It's not even that he hates these ingredients or has a texture discrepancy. He just has preferences on where they should be and where they shouldn't. He'll put those same pickles on his club sandwich, or ask for red onions on pizza, and he loves a good fruit pie. He also eats so many of those pre-packaged fruit cups. Neutral about regular water but treats flavored sparkling water like a treat and sometimes hides it in his flask. It's a fun prank to play on Claire.
Ada Wong- Eats more vegetarian style meals, but is not a vegetarian. This isn't done on purpose or for any particular reason. Simply a lot of the meals she favors tend to have an equal amount of vegetables and grains to a lower amount of meat, and some cooks are much more scarce on the meat than others. This resulted in a palate shift where she's fine if there isn't meat on her plate. She's not a big fan of greasy, deep-fried foods, but her guilty pleasure is shrimp toast, and she only has it off the clock when she finds someone who makes it well. Her other guilty pleasure is cinnamon sugar donuts, and she has that more often as a snack to finish off her lunch. Neutral about water and has an iced coffee preference.
Ingrid Hunnigan- She likes rice more than bread and will eat several bowls of rice with whatever the main food is if they go together. Seasoned and spiced long grain rice or plain sticky short grain rice, she'll enjoy them all as long as it's prepared correctly. Loves eating tofu. She'll trade any meat for tofu except for seafood. She's the one ordering surf and turf or the dish with shrimp in it if the option is available. Yet, she cannot eat anything with a face. She doesn't care how pretty the presentation is, there shouldn't be a shrimp or lobster head on her plate when she gets it. She always orders dessert unless she's eating with others, and likes anything cherry flavored. Enjoys drinking water and has to drink water between her energy drink refills.
Thanks for getting to the bottom of this even if you don't agree with any of them! I'll gladly do more of these for any other RE characters if asked, and I'm open to playful debate/convo about the ones listed or not listed.
#resident evil#re#chris redfield#jill valentine#rebecca chambers#barry burton#albert wesker#claire redfield#leon kennedy#ada wong#ingrid hunnigan#headcanons
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Hey Ruru! Random ask time.
What snacks do you think the demi-gods in Elden ring like? (Feel free to only include the ones ya want.)
hi modeus (we call you modeus right??) >u< in game stuff or not would change the response a lot and game consumables are weird so i'm gonna try giving them real life snacks
i tried to find something for godwyn with his vibes but idrk lol if anyone has ideas tell me
morgott-dried nuts and fruits maybe? he doesn't seem to like exploring much. i can't see him like very sweet or oily stuff either
mohg-sour candies, hot chips, likes to try other weird flavors (blood /j)
rykard- (humans.) hmm volcano so he also likes hot chips. but likes sweets too maybe? he doesn't look very picky... *looks at his body*
radahn- uuUH protein bars? lmao he looks like he would like strong flavors in every way i'm gonna give him some baklava
ranni-ice cream of course. ranni doesn't like painful, hot snacks or overly strong tastes but she's ok with sweets and salty. gives the hot ones to rykard
miquella- choccy. he's baby. he would prefer sweets over salty. like ranni he can't handle spicy ones
malenia- hmmmm thinking... i think her pain tolerance is good considering everything lol they can have a one chip challenge and malenia would win. but for what she likes, i think she'd enjoy lighter snacks more. idk if other countries have them but like those stick crackers with slight cheese flavors... similar to pretzels i think but with different flavors too?
#ruru answers#i'm always afraid i'm very wrong about these LMAO#pls be nice everyone who sees this ^^
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Everything fine and romantic until Jan introduces to Dutch meals which tests all of Kiku's adoration for Jan, and his politeness.
not the cheese and bread only 😔...jokes aside though—Dutch cuisine is more than that (and I reckon Kiku would rather like Dutch pastries). and ngl, i do think that when they first meet in the 1600s, Jan's cuisine doesn't seem that plain when he describes it to Kiku; it's more that it's different. particularly in the usage of milk, bread and meat. because one thing to remember is that while Japanese cuisine is world-renowned in the 21st century for its variety and unique flavours, a lot of dishes that Japan is now famous for didn't exist at all in the Edo period. and while nobles might eat more lavishly, Kiku might not find a simpler, more utilitarian approach to food as strange because many Japanese peasants had to do that. it's something i forget at times, but the past is a different country when it comes to taste too.
Beef teriyaki? Katsudon? Wagyu beef? Tonkotsu ramen? Matcha ice-cream? Nope. Cows in Japan were used mainly for agricultural labour, and weren't raised for meat or milk then. Pork wasn't eaten commonly either; the Japanese diet was a lot more vegetarian (in part due to Buddhist customs), with seafood often being the animal protein used. Meat dishes became more common in the Meiji era onwards; ramen has its roots in Chinese style noodles that were popularised in the 20th century. Many other fusion dishes continued to develop later from foreign influences in postwar Japan. Though of course, Castella cakes and konpeito candy were some earlier European (Portuguese) influences on Japanese cuisine. Nonetheless, I think some flavours/ingredient like soybeans, yuzu, seaweed and miso would be novel to 17th century Jan. conversely, it's historical that Jan would be the one to introduce coffee and chocolate to Kiku. so there is that too 🤔.
In the present, after they get back together again from the 80s onwards (as i personally headcanon)—I do think cooking together casually and trying new dishes is one new habit they add to their otherwise centuries-old relationship (before that, i feel like usually servants did it. their postwar (and post-imperial) life is one of more simplicity in that regard). Another dimension of how they've long shared their culture with each other, in a new but also familiar form.
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ൠ ◉ & ♡ for fanboy/mickey please?
🚨!!!18+ in the middle!!!🚨
My sweet cinnamon roll of a husband!😍
ൠ Random Headcanon
~We’re going with ♒️ Cooking/Food Headcanon for this.
~So onto the food!!
~He grew up with authentic homemade Mexican food.
~He will not go to a Mexican restaurant.
~He has however found a little food truck that is close to his dad and Abuelas food.
~Smelled it one day when he was on a jog and couldn’t resist it.
~He has the recipes from his Abulea and sometimes he attempts to make it but it never tastes just right.
~His go to breakfast is not at all healthy.
~He will literally eat like pop tarts or a granola bar or just a protein shake.
~Lunch however is usually healthy.
~Fruit, salad, steak, chicken, fish, vegetables, rice etc.
~He will sometimes grab a little debbie cake or candy bar or whatever from a vending machine if he has a bit of a sweet tooth at lunch.
~Dinner will normally be sushi, wings, pizza, something home cooked or whatever.
~He keeps it spontaneous.
~If he has a significant other though the man will love to cook for them and I know that for a fact.
~His go to snacks is normally like peanut butter crackers or carrots and peanut butter or celery and peanut butter.
~A lot of peanut butter okay?
~He drinks a lot of water. Like never drinks anything besides water unless it’s at the Hard Deck or occasionally with dinner.
◉ Any other question of your choosing
~I’m gonna choose ✿ Sex Headcanon for this one.
~Ughhhh. Just the thought of sex with my husband makes me weak in the knees.
~Mickey is a switch first off.
~Likes to be called good boy or sir.
~The man prefers to be more of a sub though.
~Will beg you to use him however you feel.
~Begs and pleads for you to ride his face.
~Will be a sobbing, red, tired, stuttering, puddle in bed.
~He will have 0 brain cells left but will have a dobby fucked out smile on his face.
~Likes being tied up and edged.
~Sports the marks you leave on him proudly.
~Tells you how much he loves you.
~Will love to hold your hand while you’re on top.
~Or whenever he’s on top.
~Will whimper and groan while slipping in and out of you.
~Puts his forehead on yours. Sweat sticking together as he’s praising you for taking him so well.
~If he’s being more dominate he’ll be into slight breath play.
~Will have you choke on his cock over and over again.
~A hand around your throat lightly or pushing your head down into the pillow or mattress while he takes you from behind.
~Will ask you repeatedly if you’re okay though.
~The man’s loves role play okay?
~You absolutely will not change my mind on that.
~Aftercare is super important to the both of you.
♡ Romantic Headcanon
~This man is a fucking swooner.
~Complete fucking simp for his significant other.
~Daily good morning texts when he’s at work before you’re even awake.
~Writes to you from the sea.
~Jumps at every chance he has to FaceTime you, call you, email you or anything.
~Forehead kisses, kisses to the back of your hand, kisses on your head, kisses to the cheeks.
~Silly kinda romantic.
~Likes tickle fights, fake wrestling, throwing flour on each other, dunking each other in the pool, throwing ice on each other in the shower etc.
~He will do just about every tiktok trend he can find.
~Dad jokes galore.
~Will be number 1 hype man.
~Begs for you to take him along when you go shopping.
~Wants to go literally everywhere with you.
~Gets a manicure when you do.
~Rants to his Abuela about you all the fucking time.
~Would love it if you’d go to cons with him.
~Especially if you’d dress up as well.
~Would genuinely be the sweetest fucking cinnamon roll ever.
~Can you tell I love him?
Tags(open): @sylviebell @wkndwlff @angelbabyange
Headcanon Ask Game
#love fanboy#Mickey fanboy Garcia headcanon#Mickey Garcia headcanon#fanboy headcanon#headcanon ask game#top gun maverick headcanon#Mickey Garcia smut#fanboy smut
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Autism + Trolls Part 3: Food
AHHHH I'm going crazy with these my head is overflowing with ideas
Aradia: I think she's a sandwich girl. Burgers, grilled cheese, that sort of thing. Things that are wet and cold suck, cereal, pudding, cold soups/pasta dishes are always disgusting even if the flavor is food.
Tavros: haha noodle boy. Pasta, ramen, chicken noodle soup, just all of it. I don't remember if the whole chicken nugget thing was rooted in actual canon but yeah sure give him the nuggets. I think a hypothetically vegetarian Tavros would be an expert in the best substitute nugget game
Sollux: he does not like eating. His fridge is full of meal supplement shakes, liquid IV's, protein shake mixes. He still DOES eat, but if he could photosynthesize, he would without thinking. Eating is messy and food rarely tastes good enough to seek it out
Karkat: opposite to Sollux, karkat loves food. He loves exploring flavors, combinations, and texture contrasts. He's more into savory then sweet, I don't think he like chocolate unless it's chocolate + something else, like with filling or something
Nepeta: she looooooves meat. Steak of all shapes and cuts and speices are her favorite. Troll Nepeta is an actual carnivore, but human Nepeta is just mostly carnivorous. She hates cooked vegetables, especially leafy greens and even more especially spinach and similar greens.
Kanaya: she has a sweet tooth, she loves cakes of all variety (except cakes with things in them, carrot cake/funfetti etc and also cakes with fillings) however, she loves donuts with fillings. She does not like cheese, except maybe marscarpone/cream cheese
Terezi: crunchy crunch crunch. Chips, raw pasta, fried foods with thick crunchy coatings, toasts, it's all her favorite. Sweet, savory, it doesn't matter. They do nOT like anything with powdered sugar tho, why am I eating dust, hmm?
Vriska: small finger foods, especially ones that don't get too messy are her favorite. Little candies, appetizer, french fries, those taco bell cinabon delights. She loves chocolate, the darker the better.
Equius: Another sweet tooth, and vegetarian. He doesn't like things that are trying to be meat, he'd rather just eat things that aren't tricking him. Fresh fruit and vegetables are his favorite
Gamzee: I said in part 1 that gamzee's a picky eater, if it's not pie or pie adjacent, he has a lot of difficulty eating. But he's at least not picky about flavors, but his favorite is custard based, so pudding and things of that like are cool
Eridan: I think his status would impact his taste in food, in more ways then one. Hates chips, anything that's messy or greasy at all. He loves fruit, cheese and wine, complex combinations that tantalize the taste buds. Charcuterie boards are frequently a whole meal for him
Feferi: obvious seafood and as stated by part one, jiggy squishy stuff. I think she'd like sushi, octopus, hell yeah. Also beef tartare, and troll Feferi just raw dolphin and steaks.
#homestuck#sollux captor#karkat vantas#eridan ampora#headcanons#nepeta leijon#aradia megido#tavros nitram#terezi pyrope#kanaya maryam#vriska serket#equius zahhak#feferi piexes#gamzee makara#i forgot to tag lmao
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My head canon for crystal cliffs is that it is notorious for being the empire with the worst food
It is a school and the closest thing they have to a government is the school board and gem
There food is close to what would be served in a school cafeteria because they focus on studying and teaching they like food that is easy to make and cheap to produce
The students and teachers are forced to get creative and try to find ways to make it more palatable
They use spell’s to artificially flavor the food or use spells on themselves to change the way their taste buds perceive the taste
The food is not natural and the while edible the taste is off and noticeably different from what it is trying to emulate ( like how banana flavored candy tastes different from bananas)
One good thing that comes out of this situation is that they are also known for their food lasting years and being well preserved
They have very manufactured products just like the grimland s which makes sense because most of the students are from the grimland
makes sense to me
the crystal cliffs are after all up in the mountains, its rather cold and theres mostly stone. Its hard to plant stuff themself aside of maybe sweet berries and chorus fruit
I can totally see them getting creative with spells to make the food taste better. Considering they would need to buy food from close empires like the grimlands. And the grimlands has, in my mind, more foods like potatoes, bread and maybe onions which are easy to store, but can be sometimes very bland.
Also so high up in the mountains, the tastebuds are kinda more affected so spicier food would be something more desireable. But i can imagine a delivery from the lost empire (i fogot the name of joeys empire) would easily spoil on the long travel
maybe another option for food is more animal based? Animals like goats or sheep not only provide milk, but also meat and wool and they could be good for fat and protein, which is important in colored climates. Maybe Rivendellia would exchange some of ther ware for what the crystal cliffs offer.
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Trick or treat!
Happy halloween!
You trick or treat to all the twst boys in their dorms. This is what they react with
Heartslabyul
Riddle: Riddle has prepared for some aspects of Halloween and not others, meaning the things he gives out for treats…is pencils. He gives out supplies relating to schoolwork (pencils, erasers, pens, notepads) and he has enough sense to make sure it’s the FUN ones, but it’s still just more work. He’s happy to let you pick which funky office supply treat you want. He never does tricks
Ace: Ace is the first on this list to absolutely SUCK at trick or treat prep. He hands you whatever’s in his pocket (usually trash but sometimes something fun like two madol) he plays it off like a trick but in reality he’s a little embarrassed and sad he couldn’t give you a good Halloween treat
Deuce: Deuce is actually great in his taste but not in his prep. He bought 20 full sized candy bars and then had to run off to get more candy, leaving him with just fistfuls of salt water taffy. Don’t worry, he made sure to get you, specifically, a full sized bar
Trey: you know this man is making his own fuckin candy. He’s going full suburban mom with cookies, chocolates, candy apples, little carved out oranges, and, of course, toothbrushes to hand out with it so you don’t get cavities. You earn a chocolate chip cookie and a dental care bag
Cater: Most normal. Went and got two giant bags of Halloween candy, sat with them in a bowl and played on his phone or talked to whoever was closest. He gives you some candy with a smile and a selfie
Savanaclaw
Leona: you’re getting a trick. The trick is that he doesn’t really wanna participate. He’s old and tired and tired of these damn kids (/j) no, but in seriousness, he’s carrying candy on him in his deep ass pockets. He mostly carries the shitty candy nobody wants, but he’ll give you a handful with a grin
Ruggie: Ruggie doesn’t carry candy unless there’s little kids, which there aren’t. Instead, you’re getting a trick - he’ll use his UM to make you hand over your candy bag. You have been robbed
Jack: doesn’t strike me as the type to normally carry candy, but he might. If he does, it’s probably on the less sweet side or hard candy, if he doesn’t, it’s a protein bar. But like, one of the good ones. He’s so happy to give you it though, you can’t even reject. Especially since he doesn’t follow it with a lecture (unlike Vargas or Sebek or Riddle or Trey or-)
Octavinelle
Azul: you think this man is giving shit out for free? No, no, you’re working for your candy. He’ll make you do some sort of imitation of your costume, or sing a little song, or do a few twirls. Then, and only after you’ve payed the toll, do you get candy. Good news though, Azul gives out the good shit
Jade: You’re getting a trick and a treat, in that order. He’ll give you a little spook (psychological, not physical. He’ll give you his creepy grin and make a comment on how he can help you become a ghost) and then you get a nice handful of candy and a smile. He also has normal candy, unlike…
Floyd: Another trick, then a treat. Floyd’s more into giving a scare by popping out of a bush or just going “boo!” And then following it with candy. Much like Azul, he has full sized candy bars, but, all of them are off brand, weirdly named candy bars, and some just have a sticker covering what they are. Which means you have no idea what he gave you, other than a heart attack
Scarabia
Kalim: you think Kalim doesn’t go big for Halloween? He’s giving every trick or treater a fucking buffet. He’s the one house that gives out gift bags with candy, toys, soda, popcorn, etc. you leave with a whole meal in junk food. He might throw money in some of them too, just for fun
Jamil: he’s in charge of doing all Kalim’s shit, so count them as a duo project. He’s exhausted and if you insist on getting candy from him alone, he’ll probably just frown and give you something boring (a pencil he got from Riddle)
Pomefiore
Vil: health conscious beauty guru giving out Halloween candy? Yes, actually. And autographs, and stim toys for those who don’t want sugar. Sure, he may not want the candy, and he may not approve of his underlings indulging too often, but…it’s a holiday. It would be cruel not to
Rook: … okay. Listen. He finds beauty in everything, soooooo…he gives out old people candy. Like, butterscotches and those really specific strawberry foiled candies, yknow the ones. Or lollipops. Alternatively he exclusively gives out exotic candies that like 5 people have heard of but are literally so good???
Epel: CARAMEL APPLE KING!! He made them himself, with apples from his family’s farm, and he spent HOURS getting it right. He also carves apples for trick or treaters (including you. You get an apple carved into a poison apple with caramel dripping down from the top)
Ignihyde
Idia: King Candy has arrived. He knows all the best candy and since nobody ever really approaches him, it was a great excuse to buy ungodly amounts and hoard it. He does happily share some of his favorites with you, even if he’s a little nervous
Ortho: Ortho can’t eat, but he does enjoy going around reverse trick or treating. He will give you a Twix bar and take note on whether you prefer left Twix or right Twix, because it is a question that’s absolutely fascinating to him
Diasomnia
Malleus: Malleus has no idea what’s going on. He will, instead, just straight up give out blessings and maybe some candy if Lilia is nearby. You leave with increased confidence due to one of his spells. Hooray!
Lilia: I’d say Lilia gives out old people candy but I think he’s just a bit too young for that. He gives out those candy blood bags, fake candy teeth, other gummy candies shaped like organs, etc. he’s more into the creep than the cutesy and that reflects in his candy choices
Silver: didn’t have time to prep, isn’t in charge of candy distribution. If you ask him for candy, he will give you a stray peppermint candy from his pocket
Sebek: “HOW DARE WAKASAMA AND MASTER LILIA’S BENEVOLENCE NOT BE ENOUGH FOR YOU- oh. Oh, sorry. Uh. Here…” he gives you a handful of jellybeans. They are not in a bag, they are just loose jellybeans from a bucket. They are not all the same flavor. It’s your guess as to what’s going down there
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✨Noah Centineo Hunger Headcanons:✨
• When he’s hungry — Noah’s got the appetite of a beast… he’s always hungry, and constantly talking about food — even when he’s got no real intention of eating anything… it’s almost like an obsession. It seems like his stomach is never quite satisfied, no matter how much crap he packs into it… there’s always room in there for more. Of course, he does have an intake threshold, but it’s extremely high… and you haven’t seen him reach it too many times before. His body is so accustomed to taking so much food that his limit seems nonexistent. Noah’s got to eat a lot, to keep up with his demanding workout regimen, and provide his body with the nutrients that it needs to pack on muscle mass. It goes without saying that his eating schedule is very structured: requiring him to have a pretty big breakfast in the morning, a heavy lunch, and a grand finale of a dinner… all in the name of building his physique. It’s like watching him go full beast mode whenever he eats — the way he destroys his meals. It’s really quite a spectacle.
• Diet — Noah’s diet consists mostly of fish, rice, oats, heavy meats, dairy, fruits, and vegetables… really everything on the food pyramid, in massive quantities. He’s got to have a ton of everything crammed onto his plate every time he eats, but he’s a real sucker for his meats, fruits, oatmeal, and rice, especially.
• His favorite food(s) — Noah enjoys hefty, flavorful, protein-rich foods… anything that tastes good, fills him up quick, and leaves him feeling nice and heavy once he’s finished. He tends to lean toward meatier options — like burgers, burritos, salmon, steaks, and chicken and rice — when deciding what he wants to have for a meal. Those foods make up most of what he takes in — aside from yogurt, oatmeal, and fruit — so it’s not too uncommon to find him eating the same thing several times in a single day. When he’s on a break from his diet, however, he often opts for sweeter items — like cookies, ice cream, and cake… anything sugary, really. He’s even got a cupboard full of candy hidden away in the kitchen.
• Seconds? Thirds? — When it comes to having another serving, Noah is more of a thirds and fourths kind of guy… though he’d always go back for more, if he could have it his way. With such a demanding appetite, his plates are almost always packed to the brim with food… and, more often than not, he has to use multiple dishes in a single sitting — just to separate his meats, oats, fruits, and rice. Even after consuming such large portion sizes, he still grabs himself another bite to eat once he’s done — nearly jumping up from his seat, to go back for more. Though he can easily put down at least five servings of a single meal, he can only allow himself about three full helpings of food before he has to call it quits, per the parameters of his diet.
• His sweet-tooth — Noah’s got a major sweet tooth. Whenever he gets stressed out, sad, or too excited, the first thing he wants to do is eat something sweet. It’s almost like sugar has a different effect on him… calms him down, instead of riling him up. There’s an entire cabinet in your kitchen that’s solely dedicated to sweets. Gummy candies, hard candies, small pastries, cookies… if you can name it, it’s crammed in there somewhere — and, needless to say, it’s Noah favorite place in the house.
• When he’s full — When Noah’s stomach is full, he becomes super chilled out… just wants to sit down; stand around; or rest somewhere, and simply relax. There’s something about that heavy feeling in his gut that provides him with a sense of comfort and contentment, and mellows him out. On a full belly, he just lounges around — getting lost in his phone, taking a nap, reading a book, or making conversation with you… not doing much else.
• When he’s stuffed — It’s rare that Noah’s stomach is ever stretched past it’s limits… but, in the infrequent occasion that it happens to take on more than it can handle, Noah goes right on down for the count. It’s like his body freaks out — since it seldom runs into such a predicament — and tells his intestines to shut down. Noah becomes lethargic, and gassy — constantly groaning, farting, and burping — all in the hopes of relieving himself. His belly swells tight with food sludge and hot air; sags under the weight of everything that he’s eaten; and eeks out the warmest, most sour farts known to man. It’s like he can’t control it… the kind of gas that the body just releases on its own, without him having to push. His flatulence is incredibly dangerous whenever his stomach is that upset… treacherous enough to be classified as a weapon under the law, in all honesty. It makes the air around you unbreathable and humid — hot, and thick with his sickly stench. Not even he can stand the smell of it, most times. He can hardly even walk when his gut is all stuffed up… he’s barely capable of a slow waddle, or even a tip-toe, at that point. You always end up having to help him get to the nearest seat — being forced to leverage his weight on your shoulder, endure the stench of his gas, and listen to his agonized moans. He always tries to shed some light onto the situation… does his best to crack jokes about being so gassy, and looking all big and pregnant… but, in such a time of crisis, he can never get a good laugh out of you. As full as he is, he can hardly laugh himself… unless he wants his stomach to pop. Once he’s sat down, or laid out across a soft surface, all that the two of you can do is wait for his pain and bloating to subside, and hope that he takes a trip to the bathroom sometime soon.
• Feeding — Noah is no stranger to a good feeding session... he’s actually quite familiar with the concept, and the act. He’s a true believer in the importance of pushing himself past his limits… and — although he’s got quite the capacity for food — he knows that he can’t eat such copious amounts all on his own, so he often has you feed him… for moral support. He constantly obliges you to continue to fill him up, once his stomach has reached a certain level of fullness — stuff him by hand, until his entire meal has disappeared — especially when he’s doing a bulk. Even if he complains about the intense discomfort, or tells you to stop, your orders are always to keep on feeding him… all so that he can put on weight, and reach his goal physique. Your feeding sessions are very rewarding, for the both of you — both physically, and emotionally. They ultimately bring you closer to one another, and drive you toward a common goal… and that’s all that any happy couple could ask for.
• Bonus headcanon(s) — Noah’s got the metabolism of a sloth. He gains fat really quickly, retains liquids like a sponge, and loses muscle definition practically overnight — which can be a problem for him sometimes, when he wants his figure to look a certain way. He always makes sure to keep his fitness routine as intense and demanding as possible — even if it’s too much for him to handle sometimes — just to combat his body’s natural habit of going soft… and although neither of you really mind the look of his thicker figure too much, his work basically requires him to stay shredded most of the time. When he’s doing right by his body, and following his fitness regimen closely, his muscles tend to remain defined… but the second that he cuts himself some slack, and skips a day or two, he puffs up like a marshmallow.
#starry eyes#starry’s headcanons#noah centineo#✨he’s such a hungry boy✨#✨he probably looks so cute bloated✨
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Girl the way I want you to drop your working out routine and diet…
Hiiii okay very late answer below SORRY
CW exercise, food/diet, all that. If you have an issue with me posting or talking about this, dont click the read more and then complain about it, capiche? :)))) just move along, nothing to see here
I know a lot of people would answer stuff like this with “i am not a professional” however i am actually an exercise professional with several certifications and licenses, so this is not me giving advice or telling you what you should do, this is just what i personally do. i have a very positive relationship to food and exercise after working out for a decade so im pretty laid back about all of it
Exercise wise, i lift 3x a week and i pole dance 1-2x a week. As for lifting, i do full body every time, all free weights and no machines. I dont do cardio or abs cause i think its boring and i dont track how many calories i burn cause i dont care. I find it boring to do upper body/leg days so i prefer doing a mix. My set and rep range is anywhere from 3x3 to 4x18 depending on the exercise. I do progressive overload, meaning i do the same 3 sets of different exercises every week but it gets a little more intense every time either in terms of weight increasing or reps increasing. The only exercise i do twice a week is hip thrust. My goals are to build strength and muscle and this has worked well for me so im happy. Sometimes i ditch working out or pole to write but i stay mostly consistent
Diet wise, i have celiac disease and i dont eat out very often, so those are kinda the two main things. I make all my own food cause i have no other options haha
The best diet advice i ever received was to have a source of protein, fat and carbs in every meal and thats what i follow. This is gonna sound boring but the things i eat the most are gf bread, eggs, chicken sausages, generic brand nutella, greek yogurt, granola, berries, different varieties of pasta, chicken, fish, beef, prawns, rice, veggies, granola bars, dark chocolate and ice cream (a pint can last me a long time cause i find it v filling for some reason). I usually make the same type of stuff my mom made growing up which is kind of a mix of different stuff. When i have the time, i like making lebanese or palestinian food (my fav food ever is shish tawook), and I also like to put toum (whipped garlic sauce) on everything. When i go out with my friends or order in, i tend to get fried chicken, sushi or middle eastern food. i love candy, cake, cookies and all other desserts yum yum yum i eat dessert every day and idc if anyone has an issue w it
Im the type who loses my appetite if im stressed, and my metabolism has gotten high from working out for so long that it can be difficult to eat enough, especially protein, and that always leaves me feeling v tired and shitty the next day cause i cant sustain the energy expenditure, so i try to make my meals very calorically dense cause theres just a limit to how much i can chew and swallow. i often drink blackberry/cranberry canada dry ginger ale cause they fucking SLAP and also its extra carbs i dont have to shove down my gullet
Thats pretty much it. I take creatine but thats the only supplement i take cause protein powder tastes terrible. I got an ask about creatine and will respond to that soon as well :p
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Roasted Sweet Sap Tubers
Speaking of food.
If you take some time to make friends with Monsters, you may learn of some delicacies that most people can't or don't make. And, if you're lucky, they'll share them with you.
This is mostly because the Monsters keep to themselves, a situation that I hope will finally start to change with rest of the political climate aboard the Sunspot. But I'm not holding my simulated breath (did I use that idiom right?), because the societal pressures that keep them secluded probably aren't going to change enough for them.
They're always going to be a vulnerable population, and hiding is part of how they survive.
But, also, that Special Dispensation they have, and their low numbers, gives them access to resources other people just don't have.
I'm not going to tell you exactly where this is. You're going to have to make the social connections I made, and earn their trust, to follow, but it's well worth it. And I encourage you to do so. And you're going to have to start by being hospitable and friendly to any Monster you meet.
So.
There is a species of tree on the Sunspot that produces a very sweet tasting sap. And it produces enough of it that some can be harvested without seriously endangering the tree.
Just which tree, and how you go about harvesting the sap will also remain Monster secrets for now. It is up to them to divulge this, even to Crew, sorry. I've sworn to secrecy.
But, up on the Ring Mountains somewhere, you can find a Monster living in the hollowed out trunk of a dead tree who has perfected this process. And they've done something wonderful with it.
And this part I've been allowed to describe, perhaps to entice people to start being more friendly to their fellow Monsters.
They take a bitter tuber and grate it up into a rough mash. Then they add some gluten and algae proteins to help hold it together when it cooks. Finally, they mix in a tiny bit of mulling spice, and shape it into centimeter and a half thick patties to be put on a baking sheet. And then they brush that with the sweet sap before roasting it at a moderate to high temperature until they are nice and golden brown (as people do with their food).
They are so good!
The flavors balance themselves out very well, with the mulling spices remaining a faint hint between the bitterness of the tuber and the sweetness of the sap, which caramelizes in the oven.
The inside is moist and soft, with the grated tuber remaining just consistent enough that you can feel the pieces of it. But it holds together and you can mash it with your tongue quite nicely. And the outside is crispy, like hard candy. You do probably want teeth for this one, if for the crust. But if the crust is thin enough it might not be a problem.
This Monster recommends eating them with Yekrring's tea while breathing in the aroma of the rotten duff of an autumn boreal forest, such as you'll find above a certain altitude forward of the Ring Mountains.
I can speak with experience that it's particularly lovely while observing a sunbirth.
And that's all I'm going to tell you about it.
You should be friendly to Monsters because they are your fellow people, even if they often don't trust the rest of us. They deserve our respect for simply sharing our world with us. But if this incentivizes some of you to shape up, if for the possibility of experiencing this amazing food, so much the better.
(I'm sure there are some sleuths out there that can and will try to figure all this out without the necessity to be civil to strangers. I hope you don't. And, remember, consult the Council of the Crew before you go trying to harvest your own tree sap.)
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