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I uninstalled Twitter, no longer use tumblr, but I needed to dump it somewhere, Basic Being Basic by Djo is so good and I’m crying in a bus after a hard day at work and it’s a reward and oh god why is it so good
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You can also have some cute cook voice lines too. 🍜❤️
Should be most, if not all, of the level four romance greeting and parting voice lines. I was less lazy editing this time, but still relatively lazy.
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I've seen people say Reth should get his own restaurant, and it could be really cool !
But I love what he brings to Ashura's inn, I can't imagine anyone else cooking in its kitchen !
And maybe I'm wrong but, I don't think this is an obstacle to his progress and accomplishment.
Now, an important question : Has his lettuce soup finally become popular ? 👀
Of course the title of the book was Badruu's idea.
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Jade! I’m obsessed with your Zombie au!! I’d love to see something where r uses some survival skills and gets crafty, and Steve being impressed with her problem solving! Hope this inspires you in some way! <3
thank you for your request! steve zombie!au ♥︎ fem!reader 0.9k
"We're lost."
Steve pokes his cheek with his tongue. He knows you're lost. It is completely unnecessary for you to point out the obvious, and yet.
"We wouldn't be if–"
"I didn't take us down the wrong side road," you finish. "I know. Thank you for being so gracious about my mistake. You're always so nice to me, Steve."
It's not all your fault. Steve is twenty two years old and doesn't know one Indiana road from the other. He couldn't tell you how to get from Hawkins to Indianapolis if you paid him too, and he can't really read maps any better than you can.
"I think," he says, throwing the map out to get a better look, "we're here." He points to a place just under Columbia City.
"And we want to cut through until we get to… Churubusco?"
He nods. He's gonna keep you both off of the highway and back into small towns and residential spaces for a while. You need food and toiletries and some space from one another for sure.
The issue you and Steve are having currently is a distinct lack of road signs or natural indicators. The sun is moving slowly down in the sky, a sticky yolk-yellow through bright white. It would be less depressing if it were even slightly blue. At least it's finally stopped raining.
"Does the sun set in the East or the West?" he asks.
"East. No, West. Uh. Pass."
"You don't know?" he asks.
"You don't, either!" You frown down at your shoes as you kick the wet road beneath. "This is what I mean when I say I think you're a secret sexist."
"I love women," he says defensively.
"But you don't trust them," you say dramatically, like a heartbroken actress from a transatlantic movie.
He snorts and shoves the map back into his coat. "Let's go that way," —he points toward the sun— "and hope we don't starve to death, I guess."
"No, wait, wait. Turn around."
"Um…"
"Turn around!" you demand.
Steve lets you boss him around these days. When you've been the sole company of someone for a full month, you learn to let go of the things that might irk you rather than suffer from constant arguing. And, Steve's decided he's been a little moody and you may not strictly deserve it. But he's not gonna tell you that.
He turns around and you rummage through his pack. You pull out the first aid kit, and he doesn't bother asking as you click it open. You take out a needle, which is a little worrying. He doesn't care until you're edging it toward him.
"Woah, what the fuck. I thought we were getting along," he protests, flinching backward.
"I need to rub it against your hair."
"Right, and when it slips into my eye, we'll call that friendly fire."
"Steve! I know what I'm doing."
You might, but you won't enlighten him. You rub the eye of the needle against a piece of his hair pinched taught in your fingers. It goes on for so long he starts to wonder if you're trying to light him on fire, or summon a stroke of lightning to strike him, but then you pull away and look around the road searchingly. You grab a leaf near the edge of the road and walk away from him determined.
And look, Steve has his inhibitions, but he really doesn't want you to leave him there. Say whatever you want, he doesn't have to explain it to himself and he refuses to, only rushes to follow you and wrap his hand around your backpack strap.
You stop short and crouch on the floor.
"Hey," he says, concerned, "are you alright?"
"Come here."
"It's wet."
"Come on, Harrington, get on your knees."
The way you say it makes him feel a certain emotion. He blames it on the apocalypse and kneels down.
You've dropped your leaf on the surface of a shallow puddle. Steve stares as you place the needle on top of the leaf carefully, waiting as the leaf spins in the water. He thinks that the needles weight is pushing it down, until it stops sudden and stays pointing the way you came. You look up at the sky and smile when you find the sun.
"Okay, sun must set in the west, then."
"What just happened?"
"I made a compass."
Steve looks at your needle. "What?"
"I made a compass! Your hair magnetised the eye, and it's pointing north because of the Earth's magnetic field. Tada."
He states at you. His stomach hurts, and his ears are ringing, and you look adorable when you're feeling smug but it's your knowing it in the first place that really gets him. Steve's always had a soft spot for dorks.
"Nice job, nerd," he says genuinely.
"Ha! Though I was a dummy?"
"Oh, you are." He stands up and tugs your backpack strap. "Grab your needle, witch, we might need it the next time you fall on your ass."
"I slipped one time, Steve."
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