KeroTheDevourer

♡ fries before guys (●'◡'●)

[kerothegreatdevourer]

Kero˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ she/they ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Afro Latina ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊Caribbean ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ JJK fanfic writer ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Magical girl ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Pansexual ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Gal ໒꒱ Day 1 Gojo hater ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Ryu's ravenous lady ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Sugar lover˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˚₊‧꒰now she wont wanna see the different me, now that I'm 9teen꒱ ‧₊˚

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱Requests always open

[kingshai69]

i think one of my biggest fears about sharing my fics (other than them just being really fucking bad+me completely mischaracterizing everyone) is probably people not realizing that how a character views themself and/or others doesn't necessarily align with my own interpretations or views of the characters. im just a huge fan of the character voice showing through in the narration

[itty-bitty-buttons]

Happy birthday to this nerd

[kerothegreatdevourer]

Requests!

˚₊‧꒰ small guidelines/warnings to requests

˚₊‧꒰my default for fics are gender neutral so if no gender/reader pronoun is specified it will be gender neutral

˚₊‧꒰I allow other character requests for other characters other than Ryu, just know that I prioritize requests for him first because we are starving out here, then any other criminally underatted charecter.

˚₊‧꒰ crack/fluff/smut/angst is always allowed here

˚₊‧꒰ No incest, Age play, or race play fics and anything that follows categories like that

˚₊‧꒰ no romanticized abuse, I'm all for exploring dark topics but as an 2nd generation immigrant with tons of family trauma I want nothing to do with it if you want it depicted with a rose colored glass.

˚₊‧꒰ have patience

˚₊‧꒰that's it :)

[loreshonour]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ◟ 𓏲 𓂃 ࣪˖ when the two of you decide to bake together, but the kitchen is (you are) being uncooperative ⧽ 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵: 0.7k

་༘࿐ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ◟ 𓏲 𓂃 ࣪˖ established relationship ⧽ married life ⧽ baking together ⧽ married & in love ⧽ fluff ⧽ shakespeare reference ⧽ domestic fluff ⧽ pet names (honey, darling, baby) ⧽ kissing ⧽ reader & nanami's first kiss ever was under a weeping willow

𓂃 ࣪ ࣪˖ ִ؛༊ ִ𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ◟ 𓏲 𓂃 ࣪˖ this was supposed to be a nerd!jo baking fic, but i decided to make it a nanami one last minute ^_^ also, the weeping willow storyline is so incredibly random, but it seems ridiculously romantic to me and therefore i will be pushing the 'first kiss under a weeping willow' narrative in most of my nanami fics from now on LMAOO

The bay windows are cracked open, and the faint smell of freshly mown grass is already seeping inside. The birds are chirping, and the sea is lapping at the shoreline. A constant back and forth, one you've grown accustomed to over the years, one you wouldn't want to get rid of.

There’s sunlight filtering through the curtain of green lace belonging to the ancient weeping willow standing proudly in the backyard. The long, spindly branches ripple whenever the wind comes in too strongly, and it is yet another thing you've grown to love. 

Quite a few summers ago, before you'd even gone ahead and purchased the house—since the weeping willow is just on the outskirts of your backyard—Nanami had been incredibly persistent in showing it to you. While you’d been staring up at the narrow leaves, he’d muttered about it being a secluded haven of some sort. Before you were allowed to move, or even realise what was happening, his lips were pressed against yours—as if his secluded haven had turned into a safe haven with you there—and that was your first kiss.

Safe to say, the mere thought of getting rid of the weeping willow hasn't crossed his mind since. He’s done his fair share of research, and despite the tree's association with mourning, he claims it’s his memento nonetheless. 

Something about folklore—the branches whispering, keeping secrets safe—or just the endurance of love. You’re not entirely sure, all you know is that the tree isn't ever going away. 

And since it’s mid-July now, the tree is quieter than ever, only ever so often does it let out a soft, muffled whisper. You catch it, anyway. It’s difficult not to. 

A white kitchen scale is placed on the dark wooden counter, and a bowl filled with butter and sugar is positioned neatly on top of it; the flour— well, the flour missed most of the bowl, and the dark counter has never been lighter than it is as of right now. 

Nanami tips his head backwards, surely counting up to twenty to remain the patient man he is, before leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, “Could you, please, stop spilling all our ingredients?”

“I’m not doing anything,” you claim in an assured tone, pinning your hip against the wooden kitchen counter, arms crossing over your chest, pushing your breasts up. To be completely fair, you did walk into that one, considering you forgot to add the wrong. 

“That might be the problem,” Nanami retorts lightly, amusement creeping into his voice as he glances around for a fresh towel.

You grab the nearest one you can find and shove it into his hands, not missing the way his lips twitch, despite how much he tries to hide it. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?” 

Your husband hums, cleaning his hands, placing the towel back on the counter, “Not at all, honey.”

“Uh-huh,” you squint your eyes, watching the way he effortlessly moves around the kitchen, doing most of the work even though you’re the one who wanted to bake in the first place. “Because should there be an issue, you could always pen down your dilemmas.”

He blinks once, tilting his head to the side so he can properly take a look at you, “I’m not entirely sure how I feel about you quoting Shakespeare, darling, but I’ll keep it in mind.”

You continue to whisk the bowl of batter, a puff of white powder settling right on the tip of your nose. “The kitchen is being incredibly uncooperative today, don't you think?”

“Definitely the kitchen,” Nanami agrees, eyes filled with tenderness. With a flick of his thumb, he's brushing the flour from your nose, and some more from your forehead—touch lingering, almost reverently—the warmth of his fingers pooling through your skin. “You’re a mess.”

“What kind of mess?” You scrunch up your nose, gazing up at him, the bowl of batter long forgotten, hip still pressed against the counter, hands now resting on his chest.

He leans in, lips catching yours in a kiss that’s just enough to make your head spin. The faint taste of sugar, mostly vanilla, melts on both of your tongues, and then his hands are on your waist, pulling you in, while your arms loop around his neck. 

He doesn't pull back more than a centimetre once you disconnect, forehead resting against yours, and finally, he cracks, even if it’s just a little. A gentle, amused laugh flying past his lips. 

“A beautiful one.”

“Smart man. Correct on the first try, baby.”

© loreshonour — 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[beevelyn]

can you die happily?

Sendai Colony is my favorite part in the entirety of Jujutsu Kaisen. I was reasonably skeptical upon the announcement that it would all take place in a single episode. needless to say, I was wowed. I believe that the anime did many parts substantially better than the manga. I could truly talk forever about the spectacle and awe of this episode, but I'd like to pivot to Ryo and Uro, and why I adore them so fervently

I believe that JJK is ultimately a story about life. What is left after one dies? What qualifies fulfillment? Will you ever be satisfied? Questions like these drive JJK-and I think Uro and Ryu are perfect microcosms of this ideology. They ask and answer these questions within themselves, they have their ideals challenged, they have lived and we get to see what's been eating at them. Ryu, appears incredibly simple at first-an archetypal 'strong guy'. However, he near instantly shatters this preconception and poses a terrifying question. This incorporeal concept of dissatisfaction. An abstract, guttural hunger-the desire for something more. The state of ones life being deeply unfulfilling for a reason beyond their solution is paralyzing and concerningly sympathetic. Ryu was not satisfied, and although he lived a nice life-his hunger for the missing pieces drove him to incarnate. The fact that he finally got the satisfaction he'd been craving-that he will finally be able to rest contently is beautiful. However, it's not a fate that we ourselves are afforded. Nobody wants to die unsatisfied-the final thoughts you have being ones of yearning for more. Ryu is a challenge to the reader, a reminder that we don't get a do-over. A punch in the gut reminding us that this is all we have, all we are, all we will be-we'd better get the full course and clean the damn plate.

Saying that Uro lived a life may be an overstatement. Systematic and continuous dehumanization, satisfaction as an idea was taken from her. Life choked and mutilated her until all she could do was dream. Living a life bred for dissatisfaction, laced with despair, Uro couldn't have died happily if she was able to try. What is left when your life is taken from you unfairly? What happens when you fail to be yourself? It's despair. Maybe if your soul screams loudly enough someone will hear you. If you thrash around enough someone might finally notice that you're alive. Her technique is a poignant telling of her life. It's power comes from never touching another-this imperceptible division between the self and others. She's not quite a person, is she? at least not a person like other people are. Similarly, her flight is an painful stand-in for the freedom she has chased. The desire to finally be human-the freedom associated with a name of your own-the power in person-hood(reeks of transness). Unfortunately, her desires are distorted. The freedom of a new life seems promising, doesn't it? It's a shame that she'll need an entire lifetime to even begin to express herself. She spent her life(s) searching for vindication-chasing this grand goal of self. She couldn't have known that the self is just the start. Takako Uro is broken, and it would be crazy if she wasn't. Living a life as someone else, for someone else-it's bound to break you. It isn't her fault, but blame can't even save her.

Think about dying, right now. Seriously, if you died right now what would you regret the most? What would eat at you as you faded-what would that final thought be? Will you even be able to rest?

Ephemeral (adj.): lasting for a very short time.

[wawwee]

why i love masamichi yaga and you should too

i've been doing a reread of jjk recently and picked up on some interesting nuances of yaga's character, particularly in the context of centrism. he occupies such a unique space in the broader conflict of jujutsu society, and the way it's written is some of jjk's best "show, don't tell" work that's done in the series.

jjk as a whole is very focused on the conflict between progress and tradition. there exists a deadlock in jujutsu society, held between progressives like gojo, who want to welcome in the new generation of sorcerers and prioritize individuality, and the traditionalists, the higher ups and major clans who want to maintain the status quo. this broader theme of conformity versus rebellion exists everywhere in the story: nobara's past in the countryside, geto's nihilism before defecting, nanami's connections to corporate culture, etc. even itadori's execution to an extent reflects this idea, wherein jujutsu society's strict rules and fear of change sentence a 15 year old boy to death. it's a bleak world, one in which children are treated as mere cogs in a machine to be used and discarded. this is what itadori means when he says "i'm you" to mahito in shibuya; the entire system of cursed energy, and the violence jujutsu exposes people to, render sorcerers nothing more than tools to be wielded without question.

as an aside, i also find itadori's acceptance of his passivity in this moment very interesting. after everything he has endured in shibuya he defaults to his "nature" as a sorcerer as an almost coping mechanism. exposing children to the horrors of curses is a way of maintaining control.

in yaga's introduction he is painted as an obstacle, one preventing itadori from entering the college and saving lives as his grandfather instructed. but i think this scene is more telling about him than our main character. what yaga is doing here is preemptively making itadori question his motives for sorcery, much in the same way that mahito does later. when everyone is a cog in the machine, the question "why?" becomes the most dangerous thing a person can ask, and as such the leadership of the jujutsu world would prefer no one does. by forcing his students to confront that question early on, yaga is already offering a unique sense of agency to them. he is trying to steel their resolve before it can be taken away. and the best part about it? it isn't enough. no matter how solid itadori thinks his motivation is, it's all destroyed when he sees the destruction curses can cause, and the only thing that can get him back up again is nanami's curse to not run away— that continuing on is how he can atone.

but anyway, yaga's interrogation of these motives and their subsequent failure encapsulates a critical part of his character: he is a centrist. as the principal of the tokyo branch, yaga occupies an important position of power in jujutsu society. but while his counterpart, gakuganji, strongly adheres to the reigns of tradition, he is far more lenient. he allows itadori (presumed dead at the time) to enter the school despite the agenda of the higher ups; he doesn't punish a young gojo for allowing geto to slip away; and of course, he carries the secret to autonomous cursed corpses. despite all this, he is framed as less explicitly radical than the younger generation of sorcerers. while he bends the rules, he doesn't envision what it would be like to change them. you can see this best in the hidden inventory arc, in which he supports the mission to erase amanai riko. there's a pretty interesting contrast here between riko and itadori— both are children sentenced to death for a higher cause, but yaga thinks one should live while the other shouldn't. it could be argued that geto's betrayal made him realize the flaws in the system, causing him to be more progressive in his treatment of itadori, but i digress. while yaga hopes for change, he still embodies the inertia of the older generation in allowing the youth to spearhead that effort (gojo was once his student, after all).

but! i could not talk about yaga without talking about his cursed technique. his ability is honestly one of my favorites in the series, and not just in the powerscaling sense. the pinnacle of yaga's sorcery is panda, a cursed corpse capable of autonomous thought and emotion. this is rebellion to its highest degree against jujutsu society. when systems seek to pacify dissent, controlling the ability to think and feel is a prerequisite to domination. but instead of using his cursed dolls as tools, yaga treats them as family. he calls panda his son, says goodbye to his accumulated dolls before going to his own execution, and constructs takeru to reunite a grieving mother with her son. they are not cogs in the machine, but individuals, reflecting his attitudes towards sorcerers and their value as people. granted, he does this somewhat reluctantly: he tells kusakabe that he "hate[s] to do this" when his sister first sees the cursed doll. but he does it anyway, allowing him to occupy a unique gray space between outward defiance and complete subservience.

finally, let's talk about yaga's last words. this line in particular was what made me put this together in the first place. when i first read this, i was somewhat confused. what curse does yaga putting on gakuganji? after reading some more, i think its symbolic of a loss of control. gojo's sealing is what breaks the deadlock of jujutsu, forcing the conflict between progress and tradition into its finale. yaga's centrism can no longer exist. in this dichotomy, he chooses to die supporting progress. right before gakuganji attacks, yaga is given an explicit choice: give up the secrets to autonomous cursed dolls and he gets to live. by denying the options set up by jujutsu leadership (giving the instructions and dying), he denies their control over his life, choosing to curse them by showing his agency over his death. he chooses to die not on someone else's battlefield but his own— a warning for the storm yet to come over the jujutsu world. say what you will about gege's writing, but boy did he strike gold on masamichi yaga.

[gyarujo]

꒰ 呪術廻戦 ꒱ › shoko hates seeing you hurt sfw. shoko x fem! reader. bittersweet fluff post-shinjuku fluff.

shoko ieiri has spent most of her life in jujutsu high’s infirmary. she’s accustomed to the coppery tang of blood that clings to the air, a scent so familiar it’s almost comforting. it’s the scent of her work, of her purpose. she knows the exact shade of red that means a wound is survivable, the precise pallor that signals the beginning of the end. 

death is an old friend, one she greets frequently. she often finds herself staring at the empty examination tables on her lonesome, picturing the bodies that have occupied them – suguru, after the star plasma vessel incident; nanami, calm even in death; haibara, so young it still makes her chest ache. and even, satoru. the strongest, reduced to a memory. over the years, she’s learned the subtle signs that mark its arrival: the cooling of the skin, the shallowing of breath, the final, distant look in a person’s eyes as they start to see things she can’t. she’s the one who translates its final message to the living, her voice steady even as her own heart fractures just a little more each time. 

the waiting, however, is her greatest enemy. it draws out the agony, forcing her to live a thousand possible endings in her head before the real one even arrives. it’s where she fights her real battles, against the dread that coils in her gut and the fear that one day, the wait will end, and the slack face on that stretcher will be yours.

the infirmary is cold, the sterile silence broken only by your ragged whimpers. you’re slumped against the examination table, blood soaking through the makeshift bandage someone had pressed against your side. shoko’s hands are working with rough urgency as she unwraps the blood-stiffened fabric. you can’t help the sharp cry that escapes your lips as it pulls at the edges of the deep gash across your ribs.

she doesn’t apologize. she doesn’t even flinch. she just keeps unwrapping, her jaw tight, her eyes fixed on the ugly wound beneath. when the last of the bandage is gone, she lets it drop to the floor. 

“what the hell happened out there ?” she asks, her voice wavering uncharacteristically. her touch is usually so stable, but today you can feel the slight tremor in her fingers

“it was. . . stupid,” you manage to grit out, another wave of pain making you whimper. “i didn’t realize there were four of them.”

shoko stills, her hands hovering just above your skin. the blue light of her reversed cursed technique flickers and dies for a moment. when she looks at you, her expression is colder than you’ve ever seen it.

“you went in alone. without backup. again. and didn’t even bother to confirm the number of curses ?” she looks up at you, and you see the unshed tears shining in her eyes. “stupid doesn’t begin cover it,” 

“i know,” you whisper, closing your eyes as another jolt of pain shoots through you. “i’m sorry.”

“sorry isn’t good enough either ” her voice rises slightly. she quickly lowers it again, taking a shaky breath. “do you have any idea what it’s like ? sitting here, waiting ? wondering if this time they’re going to bring you back in a body bag ?”

the blue energy of her technique flickers as her hands begin to shake more noticeably. she tries to steady them, pressing them more firmly against your side, but the tremor won’t stop.

“i can’t keep doing this,” she whispers, tears finally spilling over and tracking down her cheeks. “i already lost suguru. and nanami. and haibara. and satoru. . . i can’t. . .” her voice breaks and it makes your chest ache more than any wound ever could “i can’t lose another person i love. i can’t. . . i can’t lose you too.”

she rests her forehead against your shoulder, body still trembling with suppressed sobs. you reach up with a shaky hand, gently stroking her soft hair as she continues to work on your wound, her technique flowing as consistently as her tears. 

“promise me,” she says, voice barely audible against your skin. “promise me you’ll be more careful. please.”

you nod, throat too tight to speak. she finishes healing your wound, then pulls back just enough to look at you, her face streaked with tears. you gently wipe them away with your thumb, pulling her into a careful hug that doesn’t aggravate your newly healed side. “i’m sorry,” you whisper against her hair. “i’ll be more careful. i promise.”

her body goes lax against yours, the last of her anger draining away. she doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just breathes against your neck, her heart beating frantically in her chest. when she finally speaks, her voice is merely a whisper, fragile as spun glass.

“i love you too much to watch you die”

© GYARUJO 2026. please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites. do not feed to ai

[ssrvampire]

Imagine your best friend Maki falling in love with you.

At first, not even she knows. She just knows there's a weird feeling in her chest when someone gets too close to you, or she starts to get annoyed by the fact that people around you start suggesting date some guy who looks like an idiot.

She tried to convince herself that she liked your lip gloss; that was why her eyes were constantly on your lips. Of course it was because of that, there was no other reason. And of course, she could have just satisfied her curiosity by asking the name of the product, which she never did, because she preferred to observe from afar like a silly lovesick girl. Which, in a way, she was.

Everyone around her noticed. Maybe except for herself and you. She wasn't being discreet at all because, in her mind, she was just being a protective best friend. But best friends don't feel the tension in their bodies when they receive a hug from the other or feel their hearts in their throats when hands brush against each other. She'd known you for half her life, so why did your closeness suddenly affect her so much?

But Maki realized she'd been worrying for nothing after you impulsively kissed her one night.

[something-not-quite-human]

Once again fixating on cannibalism and the cakeverse. Absolutely scouring Pintrest and meatcore playlists on youtube

[kerothegreatdevourer]

I saw some of the cakeverse stuff of my dash and I was mourning the fact that nobody writes for ryu ishigori, and then I realized who reblogged it and I nearly dropped to my knees sobbing in joy 😭

YESS IM TOO EXITED IM PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER IVE GOT MY TEA READY, DOOR DASHED SOME CHEESECAKE, I HAVE MY EYE MASKS CAUSE MY UNDER EYES GON BEEE DARRK AND NO WORK OH YESS

[thrasherella]

oh no

oooooooohhhhh no

oh no no no no no no n o o o o o o o o o o

guys I've just found out what Cakeverse is

and guess who's fallen down a very deep rabbit hole indeed 🤣💀

I'VE ALREADY GOT A CONCEPT FOR A STORY AND I WROTE A SMALL SCENE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME 😂😂💀🍰🍴🍽️

Don't you fuggin worry, I WILL be posting it here 🤣

[himejimaas]

so how are we feeling about a fork!sukuna x cake!reader fic

[mogamuncher]

Heeey I'm back! It's finally time for the full Cakeverse analysis gang!

Ok, so, for a refresher:

There's the Forks, the Cakes and the Plates (normal people), and it goes like this:

Plates are just normal people, the majority of the world population, nothing new here.

Forks: Can't taste and sometimes can't smell either, sometimes they used be able to taste but lost it with age; either way, they can only ever taste cakes.

Cakes: Basically normal people except that they're delicious, everything from them (flesh, tears, saliva, etc) tastes like cake (or other foods if you want). You can't tell who's a cake or not unless you're a Fork that's tasting them in some way.

Now, I have to add some stuff that's really interesting and that the og author said, that we'll be getting into today.

• Forks go absolutely bat shit insane when they taste the Cakes most of the time, that can lead to a lot of things, cannibalism, sex, or (if you're cultured) both.

• Both Cakes and Forks suffer from their own societal plights. Cakes die a lot, and Forks when discovered are instantly pinned as murderers, criminals and perverts, even if they haven't done anything wrong yet.

• Cakes can derail a Fork's entire life, and Forks are like sin and temptation to Cakes.

Now, I want to talk about these because they absolutely fucking vexed me and now I want to make this all of y'all's problem.

「The First Taste」

It's essentially a common rule as said by the author that the Forks go insane after feeling the taste of a Cake, now, let's talk about: Why?

See, Cakeverse is technically an Au based from the likes of Omegaverse, which you can see by the structure being similar to Alpha/Beta/Omega with the three types of people out there. But, in ABO the Alphas going insane is due to a specific event, heats, which are there specifically for reproduction and are said to bring out animal instincts out of people's control, while Forks are based on simply taste, food, and not something as biological.

Of course it's up to the individual writer to an extent, but my interpretation of why Forks lose it when they taste Cakes is more psychological when compared to Alphas in the Omegaverse.

Imagine that you are completely unable to see color, never once have you seen one, you grew up hearing all about how wonderful colors are, you saw others compliment the colors of several works of art, you heard all about the colors of the world around you, but all that you see is beige and grey. Now, imagine that one day you bump into someone, and suddenly you're able to see all the colors, for the first time ever in your life, you can finally experience blue skies and green grass, you can see the same way the rest of the world sees, something that was fundamentally missing from you is finally gifted to you by this stranger on a silver tray.

You're finally complete.

That's the reality of what Forks go through, years of eating tasteless food, seeing people enjoy food wholeheartedly and rant about the tastes, hearing about the differences between expensive food and cheap food, and then suddenly finally tasting cake. Of course they go insane and fixate on it, it's like the final puzzle piece finally sliding into place, something that they've been missing this whole time being manifested with only a taste.

Before, eating was a chore, something simply to survive there was no joy in it, no fun to be found in desserts or snacks, but with only a single kiss the Fork finally feels what it is like to crave food, to want food for the taste.

Cakeverse in nature is oddly psychological, playing with the concept of taking away something extremely core to the human experience, taste. It's inherent and everyone has it, you'd probably feel like a freak of nature if you didn't have something while everyone else has, right?

That's what Cakes bring Forks; normalcy, joy and purpose, it's basically like a shot of endorphins all at once straight into your bloodstream, there's a good chance it'd hit like a truck and fuck you up majorly.

Forks acting rashly probably looks different than when Alphas do the same, because the motive is inherently different, but the desperation is arguably more raw.

A lot can be written on what that reaction would be:

Immediately trying to taste the Cake (kissing, licking, biting), trying to play cool only to strike later (potential kidnapping, manipulation, planning and scheming in general), the Fork can try to resist temptation or maybe the Cake can notice the extreme reaction and run away, maybe the Cake can instigate and bait the Fork to take a bite.

It could lead to fluff, to relationships starting, relationships ending, it could smut, it could be gory cannibalism, hell, it could be both.

Either way, the sheer amount of character study that could be made out of this tidbit alone is insane, and the story concepts don't stop there!

「We Do, In Fact, Live In a Society」

Cakes don't know who they are until it's too late, but I can imagine that in society they'd be treated with a lot of extra care if they are known beforehand, as they are constantly in risk of dying.

Imagine that they'd also be majorly babyfied, the "nooo poor babies that can't do anything wrong, poor helpless and weak Cakes, they clearly can't take care of themselves, they're so vulnerable, don't worry I'll speak for you to protect your honor" would be insane. Any Cake that consensually and willingly gets with a Fork will be doubted if they truly wanted to do it, think nosy people pulling them aside to ask if they're ok and pressing to see if they're abused, think people immediately thinking that Cakes can't consent to anything with a Fork on principle despite them being grown adults.

Online discourse would definitely have people saying "Cakes are minor coded" or some shit, mark my words.

While Forks would be instantly persecuted for everything. Because of something they didn't choose, that was inherited at birth, they now are fully seem as murderers, kidnappers, rapists and just the lowest of the low. People will gossip, people will get defensive, people will cower any time you slightly raise your voice, you're seen as a predator, treated no different than a wild bear. To society at large, you're an unruly dog, and all eyes will be on you forever, watching, waiting for the day that you take a bite.

In a sense, it's almost like any Forks that do commit crimes instantly have a justification to do so, it's expected, really, you're a Fork, of course you'd snap one day. It's both maligned and normalized, everyone expects it and it almost gives Forks a reason to do so. Forever a self fulfilling prophecy.

Now I'm sorry that I'll keep bringing the Omegaverse up, it's just that it's really handy for comparison, but I find it fascinating that in a way, the societal effects of this are a mish mesh of the societal views seen in ABO, but like, in a way that doesn't make me want to vomit.

Can I be so fr with you guys right now? I don't like the societal parts of the Omegaverse, ever since I was a kid in the early hay days of the internet, that always made me uncomfortable, and it's also a bit lazy in a way. The problems in society with the Omegaverse are basically just Sexism, it's misogyny with mpreg, and a lot of fics end up feeling like a Handmaiden's Tale with mpreg. Replace Alphas with men and Omegas with Women and you get the Omegaverse, though it gets a bit interesting since there technically is a built-in "fuck or die" and aphrodisiac system with heats/ruts, but very few writers do something interesting with it.

My problem is that it's always either uncomfortable or outright boring, very little fics do it well and most of the time authors simply choose to side step it altogether, which I completely understand and actually prefer at this point.

I bring all this up because Cakeverse actually brings a lot of interesting concepts up in it's consequences on the world at large, the nature of Forks and Cakes mirrors a lot of real life concepts, but leaves enough fantastical elements that there's still intrigue in what could be explored and seem from authors writing certain details of it.

Would there be Cake support groups? Would there be Fork rights activists? Would there be people who are both Forks and Cakes, like a hybrid type? What are different relationship types seen as in the eyes of society as a whole?

It's all so complicated and the problems are different between the both of them, also, they're evenly split, which is a breath of fresh air.

Now, it's time to get even deeper into this, what are exactly Forks and Cakes relationship with each other like?

「Would You Still Love Me If I Was Cake?」

According to the author, Cakes can derail a Fork's life and Forks are temptation to Cakes. Now, why is that?

Imagine you're a Fork, living your life trying to do what you can with what's been handed to you, probably being discriminated against if you haven't been able to hide it well, when suddenly you taste someone (kiss or by accident, like a shared water bottle), and next thing you know you lose your mind. Your entire world falls apart, thoughts of dreams, future, your own sense of morality, it all melts away like sugar in water because you just experienced heaven and now it's all you can think about.

Someone completely normal beforehand, suddenly driven to obsession with just one moment, an entire life detailed into the unknown because they just had a taste of cake, thoughts being all about one person and their taste, the inability to stop even you're desperate to do so. It's madness, and almost like a tragedy, doomed by their own personal narrative of Fork meets Cake, the Forks turns into a starving beast whether they want to or not.

But Cakes? Imagine you have someone you love, and they want you so badly it drives them mad, imagine kissing the same lips that want to be stained with your taste, imagine putting yourself in the way of jaws that any of these days can close down on you and swallow you whole. You're constantly in contact with someone that could just straight up eat you, consume you whole and leave nothing behind, but your heart aches for them, you present yourself in a silver platter again and again.

Maybe you want to be eaten, to be consumed. Maybe you like being wanted, maybe you enjoy providing something to to others, you made them so happy that it doesn't even matter to you that they are taking chunks out of you, you'll gladly let yourself be torn apart if it means someone else is satisfied.

It's all about the usage of "Cannibalism as a Metaphor for Love™", it's all about loving someone but constantly wanting to eat them into non-existence, it's about to struggle between your brain heart and stomach.

It's about having your cake and eating it too.

The themes, the metaphors, the opportunities are endless and frankly I'm driving myself insane just imagining all of it, the angst also would be utterly fucking insane, imagine you live someone and you eat them, wouldn't you be upset? You loved them and you killed them yourself, with your own hands, their taste is on your lips and you licked your plate clean.

I'm screaming and crying and throwing up as we speak, the number of things you can do here are endless, soooo. . . Let's talk about some of my ideas!

「All My Fanfiction Titles Are Just Songs」

Last post I basically tagged a bunch of fandoms that I wish would use this trope (I'll also be doing that with this post), so now I'm going to showing some of the ideas I had for this AU that I might or might not write in the future, all of which you guys are totally free to use as prompts as well (just tag me on them lmao)

So, going ship by ship:

「Loveit」: Dead Plate fanfic, Vincent x Rody, Fork!Vincent and Cake!Rody. I imagine that the moment Vincent finds out is during the Best Served Hot ending, after biting Rody's ear, his reaction would show instantly on his face and Rody would notice right away. After that it can lead to a lot of things, fighting, smut and cannibalism galore, their relationship would only get more complicated after such a discovery. Hell, you can even have Vincent find out earlier, if you truly want more juicy drama, maybe Vincent will attempt to make Rody into the meal instead of Mason this time? For funsies you could even reverse it, Rody as a Fork would be fascinating to see, him bonding with Vincent that he also can't taste anything, only for him to find out later that he can taste Vincent himself, holy shit the intrigue.

「Eat You」: Death Note, Lawlight, Fork!Light and Cake!L. Imagine Light both having to hide the fact that he's Kira, but also having to hide the fact that he's a Fork, imagine the never leaving stain that being a Fork would be on his own self-perception of perfection, imagine the so called god that punishes criminals also being considered a criminal by default in society's eyes if he's ever found out. Kira selling out his own kind because most criminals would likely be Forks (whether they were rightfully convicted or not), and then comes in L, a detective, a nuisance, Light's equal and a Cake. Maybe Light would find that out later on, maybe while they're playing as friends in college or while chained together, and now L had effortlessly thrown another wrench in his life yet again by default, like they're meant to be opposed by fate itself, where Kira is a Fork L is a Cake. L would likely goad Light on, trying to bait Kira out, by any means necessary, even if it means being eaten.

「Eat You Piece by Piece」: Hear me out, Batjokes. Fork!Bruce having to hold himself back from breaking his own morals due to finding out Joker is a Cake, Fork!Joker only getting deeper into his Batman obsession after tasting a Cake!Batman, Both Forks bonded by not having taste, maybe both are Forks that differ on how they react to Cakes (Joker regularly eating them while Bruce retains his morals and chooses to not hurt them), maybe both Cakes that got here because they were almost eaten (different Batman and Joker origin stories?). The opportunities are all intriguing and promptly end in bloodshed, expect angst and discussions of what is moral, also just so much angst holy shit this shit hurts.

「I Eat Boys Up」: Dungeon Meshi, Labru, Fork!Laios and Cake!Labru. I'm thinking post canon by accident, maybe something like sharing utensils, and I'm going to be so fr with you right now, this story coming from me would be a lot of romanticism through food metaphors and unending smut, feral Laios is my equivalent of heroin and I could imagine him describing Kabru's taste in detail to him while eating him out. But if smut isn't your jam, exploring how Laios and his monster obsession, especially in the form of food, as someone who can't taste would be intriguing, in a story so closely tied to food, you have to wonder how it would all change if the main character couldn't even taste. Also, I doubt Kabru would take the knowledge of him being essentially prey well, so there's that bag of worms to go into if you want.

「Blame Gluttony」: This one is purely self indulgent but like, Re:Zero with any ship, Cake! Subaru and Fork!anyone else. Imagine Subaru's world doesn't have this Cakeverse nonsense at all, but the world he's transported to has, imagine how scary it would be that one loop he suddenly finds out that he's essentially universal prey here (maybe in the second loop with Elsa), imagine the weight of all the things that already are trying to kill him along with the fact that he's also got a new thing to worry about? Maybe instead of just the rabbit loop, there's now multiple loops where Subaru is eaten alive, maybe there's loops where his dear friends themselves are eating him. Can you imagine if Emilia was a Fork? If he found out after the kiss of death and she commented on the taste of his lips as he was dying, if it came up again after their kiss, Subaru having to tackle with his love and heart belonging to someone that would one day eat him whole. Imagine the witch not longer just wants to touch his heart or kiss him, but she also bites him when he tries to tell the secret. Imagine maybe Rem is also a Fork, imagine that his death by her hands also involved her tearing into him chunk by chunk. What if Otto was a Fork, what if Reinhard was one? Seriously all the opportunities are equally traumatizing and I'm living for it!

Honorable mentions include: Persona Shuake and Shuada (Fork!Protags and Cake!Detectives) for the optimal mutual murder extravaganza, Okegom DSP Satanivlis (Fork!Ivlis and Cake!Satanick) for a rare case of role swapping, South Park Kyman (any way works tbh) for mutually assured destruction, Slay the Princess (Fork!Princess and Cake!Birb) because themes, Soukouku (Fork!Dazai and Cake!Chuuya) for making canon even worse than it already is, frankly any investigrave game would be peak here, Hannigram for obvious reasons.

But that's all I have for now, so, what have we learned here?

We learned that: I'm mentally ill and you need to write about the Cakeverse NOW.

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[kerothegreatdevourer]

I have been enlightened on the cakeverse

[kerothegreatdevourer]

CANDYLAND!

˚₊‧꒰ Ryu Ishigori

˚₊‧꒰ Gn!neutral

˚₊‧꒰ Fluffish?

˚₊‧꒰ modern!au

˚₊‧꒰ cws: none :)

˚₊‧꒰ not prof read cause I'm tired of this grandpa

˚₊‧꒰ synopsis: You went on a date with a really sweet guy last night, and couldn't wait to see him again. But you did not mean that literally, especially at work. Which is weird because you did not, and would not tell him that you work at a maid cafe...

˚₊‧꒰ my knowledge of working at a maid cafe is based off this blog: 𔓐𑇓

˚₊‧꒰ ❝I cant fight, my sugar thoughts, think of you when summer falls❞ - Natanya

The events from last night has completely rotted your brain, just thinking about him made you giddy and ignorant to the world in front of you. It was truly a textbook fairytale that ended with a kiss to the hand, an exchange of numbers, mutual wish for a second date, and a long conversation thought text that had you smiling in your sleep. Unfortunately you don't live in a cliche romance story, and have responsibilities to attend to and cant bear the distraction of thinking of your date, Ryu Ishigori.

You've just been assigned a table of one in the far corner of the cafe. it was a small distance from the kitchen where you were residing in after cleaning up your previous table. In your peripheral vision you could see a blurred silhouette of a man who looked like he didn't belong in a place so bright and pastoral. But have working at a maid cafe you have learned not to judge the people who come here. As you flounce your way to the table you start to recognize the man sitting in the booth. The same guy that from last night that would be titled the man of your dreams was now in front you. Every step that brought you closer and the more you took in that it was really him warmed your entire body, and made your stomach sink. You'd be happy to see him any other time and place but not here. It's not like you hated your job because you loved it, but something about telling people that you worked at a maid cafe made you feel embarrassed. Now you feel abashed that someone you know is at the very cafe you work at, and also being served by you. But your on the clock so those personal feelings have to be put to the side, and put that corporate bubbly personality to the front lines!

"Haiii! Welcome to Cafe Mew Mew, is this your first time here?!" You spoke in sweetly charming personality of the character you become at work.

Ryu nodded in response and went back to scanning the menu.

"That's great! My name is (Fake Name), I'll be your maid for today!"

"Do you already have something in mind to order, sir?" You added taking out the order pad and opening a ticket.

"Everything here sounds pretty good. What would you say is the best thing here?" he asked while taking a quick glance at you before going back to the menu. It made you feel weak to the knees you were so scared he recognize you.

"Personally I like the cheesecake roll cake, its a vanilla cake with cheesecake filling frosting, coated with graham cracker crumbs, and topped with strawberries!"

"Yeah I'll get that." He stated without hesitation.

"anything to drink?"

"a sweet tea will be fine."

"Perfect!" You cheered as you sent the order through.

"In the meantime we play games with our guests, and if you win you'll get prizes!" You explain as you take out Jenga pieces, and set them on the table. every time an inch of your body got closer to his as you place each block, you could swear your heart would just jump out and grab the knife that laid next to Ryu and stab its self out of embarrassment.

He looked slightly puzzled, "oh? how fun!"

clearly he's never been to a maid cafe.

"Alright! you go first!" You announce after finishing setting up the tower of pink wooden blocks.

Once you said that Ryu played it safe and went to the bottom, middle piece. After his turn you take a middle piece as well—you needed to dragg out the game until his food was ready—.

The game only lasted ten minutes, as soon as your pager went off. Being the pro that you are at Jenga after playing so much at work you knew all the ways to purposefully lose. And along with your skill of fake defeat you knew how to act like it was a coincidence.

"aww man I lost! welp now I have to get your prizes then" You playfully whine at your purposeful defeat.

You quickly scurry off to the kitchen to get the prizes along with the roll cake he ordered. You thank your co-worker who had made the cake and start to prepare the sweet tea—you put a guestimate of how much sugar he would like in the tea using your prior knowledge from the date, and the fact that he looked at the dessert menu before ordering his main course you assumed he'd like it pretty sweet— . And although you pride yourself of your great service you could not bring yourself to go out there again. So to make up for it you added a little more than usual to the prize bag. You put the roll cake, sweet tea, and prize bag on the top of your serving cart. Then the strawberries, whipped cream, and edible pink glitter on the bottom of it along with your 'power up wand'. When you got closer to the doors to exit the kitchen you froze up, not once in your life have you ever lost your composure at work before. You didn't snap out of it until your work friend, Tomomi, asked you if you were ok.

"Is it a bad customer? we can always get them to leave."

"No no, its not that."

"Oh? I've never seen you like this."

"I will tell you later, I need to stop stalling!"

"Ohhkayy..." she dragged out, which she only did when she didn't fully believe someone. But she trusted you enough to hold the door for you.

You skip your way to the corner where Ryu's table is at and stop the cart right next to it.

"Here is your prize!" You say with glee as you set the large pink sparkly bag filled with plushies, pens, mini notepads, and a 10 percent off coupon, along with the sweet tea.

"And your roll cake!" You place the cake on the table with a smile while Ryu looks at it slightly baffled. It was not the way you described it to be neither the strawberries or whip cream topped the cake. But before he could fix his mouth to ask about it-

You started your dramatic act. "Oh right! how could I forget!"

"I need to power up the cake! will you help me?" Now did you cringe, on the inside well yes. Would this be embarrassing if he could recognize you?

"Yes!" He replied just as enthusiastic as you, now maybe it was because he just wanted to start eating, but hey it makes it less embarrassing if he's playing along.

"OKAY! we need to say the maaaagic worrds!!"

"what's the magic words?!"

"are you familiar with the anime Tokyo Mew Mew?"

"No!"

"Okay! well the magic words go like this !!Mew mew strawberry!"

"Now lets say it together!"

"Mew mew Strawberry!!!" You both chanted, you rapidly put the strawberries on the cake.

"Now we need the whipped creaam!"

"Its the same chant! But just instead of strawberry you say whip cream ok!! say it with me!"

"Mew mew whip cream!!" While you two shout more words you promptly swirl the whipped cream in between each strawberry.

So, Ryu may have been over the act already as he grabbed his fork and was ready to dig in, Unfortunately that's not how this works.

"WAIT! Its not at full power you can't eat it!"

"more magic?"

"Yes! but its too advanced for you it requires a wand!" you explain as you pick up the wand from the bottom of the serving cart—it was a pink wand with the strawberbell on top—

"I am going to say 'reborn roll cake' and you say 'check' okay!"

He nodded then set down his fork. You pulled out the edible glitter and put a handful in your hand.

"Ready?"

"Yes!"

"Rebornnn roll cakeee!"

"check!"

You wave your wand around as you throw the glitter onto the cake. after you do a little twirl and pose with the wand.

"Enjoy!" You smiled as you bowed to Ryu's applause, along with a couple of more posing. 'So exhausting. just a little more of acting like a fool and he's out of here' you thought to yourself. you couldn't wait to give him the check so he'd get his ass outta here.

10 minuets of being the jester of the man who was courting you the night before passes after what feels like ages, he finally asked for the check. And now the chains have been lifted. Well not really, you just can't stop thinking about him. Although serving him was a pain, he was too cute to not want to see him again. that's that eye candy privilege.

Closing time chased right after the foolery. It was was always the time at work where you could lock up that persona did you realize how draining the job was. The pay wasn't the best to be doing all that, but you loved coming to work and being a different person. Maybe the real reason you were embarrassed about Ryu being there was because you couldn't have been yourself around him. Those were the thoughts playing ring around the rosie in your head as you lay on your bed freshly showered.

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Those thoughts have all fallen down with the sound of the phone.

'Tomomi you nosy bitch' you start your monologue in your head

You groan as you get up to reach your phone on the nightstand.

you sigh as you see the contact name, "Hi"

"Hey, how are you?"

"Good."

"Only good? well then how can I make it better"

Your eyes graze the walls of your room, your face feels like cozy campfire.

"Are you still there? I did call late."

"Oh... Yes sorry I spaced out"

"All good — Are you busy this weekend?"

"Nope!"

"Great, great so would you want come with me to Nishikigaura?"

"Oh to see the fireworks"

"Yea exactly that, I know its a distance but—"

"I'm okay with that, I'll have to call off work so we are able to get rest"

"You don't have to do that, why don't we just stay local"

"But you wanted to see the—"

"Its fine"

"See you Sunday though?"

"Of course but what exactly are we doing"

"Don't worry about it...Have you tried macarons before?"

"No, have you?"

"No, but I wanna try making some, apparently its hard."

The other person on the line let out a short low snicker that would go in and out of range for the phone pick up.

"I think it'll be easy, they're just tiny cookies"

A soft silence presented itself on both ends of the phone. Although not completely silent. Just an absence of words. There were dedicatedly quiet shuffles, and the thin sounds of silverware, tableware, and running sink water.

Just tiny cookies he said...

Those tiny cookies put you back at the cafe...except this time your not working.

The person on the opposite side of the booth you sat at was rambling on about how good the cheesecake roll cake was. Little did he know you knew that too. You were the one who told him to get it.

A familiar corporate maid greeting, that was taught to you interrupted the detailed explanation of the routine you had done a few days ago "Hiii!! Welcom—"

The one and only Tomomi...Well right now she is Mew Pudding.

"____!! Oh my god your heree!!"

"Wait? you know them?"

Ryu then turned to you, "I didn't know you were a regular why didn't you say that"

Tomomi butts in, "Oh they aren't a regular. We're coworkers!"

Curse you Tomomi

"At... a different job.!" You tried to save yourself...Too late the damage has been done

Tomomi and her telling expressions.

Ryu takes one look at your coworker then a glance at you, "Your lying?"

You sigh, "Yes..."

"I think its cool to work at a place like this"

"Your just saying that to butter me up" you grumble

"No I'm not it'd be fun to just get to larp all day"

"So you don't think its embarrassing?"

"Not at all...Any way which character do you larp"

"Mew Strawber—"

"That was you?"

"UHM. Can we order now I think we know what we're getting"

"Of course!" 'Mew pudding' cheered with very in character excess energy

"I'd like a strawberry parfait...I'm assuming you want the roll cake?" you asked.

Ryu nodded, While Tomomi put in the orders.

"Well since you've both been here you know the drill" Tomomi pulled out the Jenga pieces.

'oh boy I wonder who'd lose' you thought to yourself the very person that taught you everything you knew was sure to do the same maneuver.

And you'd be correct.

"Aw nooo! I lost...I was so sure I had it !let me get your prizes!" Tomomi left as soon as possible to get those prizes.

"So...dose everyone who works here are terrible liars"

"Well yes... We're all pros at Jenga so we have to lie, plus we get tips if they really believe it. But I'm the best liar here soo I always get tips"

"Nah"

"Oh. right you didn't tip me"

"I can give you a tip—"

(I'd like that me! me! me!)

𔓐𑇓 ❝Wish that we could take it there, get comfortable on the train to Candyland❞ -Natanya

𔓐𑇓 A/N

ended this short :P oopsiee

opinions on the slight changes to layout...guess who found out how to color stuff...im genuinely an idiot I'm not sure If I've used that gif already...If I did forget what ever fic I wrote with it

The little cutie under Kero is here to stay but now I have to find one of Uro and Yorozu... perhaps I have to pick up a pencil...

I know this sounds crazy but I wanna see Hagane fics when he gets animated...Love me my wrinkly reincarnated dadas. Unfortunately I know its not happening...you guys are sleeping on the actual good looking characters

˚₊‧꒰ Have a craving for a specific fic? I take requests!