Kicking off this blog with a good, slim read. I will try my best not to use my quirk for the following text.
Generally speaking, a Troll's main diet is mainly carnivorous of nature, as you can tell from the teeth alone.
However, thanks to industrialization and the introduction of what people would colloquially call 'junk food', the diet had also become sort of omnivorous as sweeps passed.
Vegetables, and some kinds of fruits, were introduced in the population's diet, and that opened the horizon to more exciting flavors (or making meat more flavorful).
There is a very small percentage of trolls, considerably a minority, that are voluntary vegetarians, due to personal or biological motives.
Now with that out of the way, exactly, what do trolls eat normally?
Half a portion of their diet is, to some other cultures' horror (apparently), their own young. Grubs that failed to bond with a Lusus and wandered for too long become the target of butchers, poachers, or local food companies. It's just the way it's been for sweeps.
From them you can extract small portions of meat, morsels, juice, and even soft bone for the few people that like to chew on that kind of delicacy (and have the kind of teeth for it).
The other option is, of course, lusus meat. However there is a sort of taboo: It is forbidden to hunt a bonded lusus. At least, with the purpose to harvest it for food. If your life is in danger because of one going berserk, go on and defend yourself the best you can (and get yourself a legislacerator while you're at it).
Killing a wild one is just fine, as long as it isn't poisonous or endangered. Although, I've seen some... interesting individuals try the meat of some poisonous spiked fish. Eugh.
Trolls need plenty of sugar to sustain themselves, and that's where the sugary drinks, fruits and juices come in play. Hydration wise they need it, but can survive for a while without it too, with the exception of seadwellers which need moisturized skin all the time.
Me personally, to conclude this article, I have a balanced diet of both meat and sugar, with pastries in the mix.
Oh no😱 what is going to happen to her when satoru is sealed then branded a criminal🤔🤔🤔 the clan in canon seems active? Active enough to have their vote matter. She’s the wife of their clan head but there’s been theories that the gojo clan don’t like satoru because of his ideals and attitude so maybe she won’t have any say or power and be thrown out 😭😭😭
This isnt a spoiler since the series will not be touching the shibuya or whatnot (minazuki will be ending strictly before it and will only touch like super minor parts of the shibuya probably like only a mention, so no part 2s and all that dbdbbdd) but as ive said earlier the most likely scenario is that y/n will most likely end up back in the bridal market and have Naoya as her husband because i assure u guys Satoru will not force her to have kiddies and because of that event, she is no longer of use to the clan since they didnt continue the lineage bdbdbdd if they had kids it would be a different story
🌈 but you fix the cursed post about steve opening letter after letter getting rejected by every school
Thank you for your request! 🥰
Oh god that post really breaks my heart
Let’s fix that (this ends happy I promise)
Send me an AU and I’ll write something
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So it’s just after graduation, and Steve just barely skated through his senior year. Between the whole Upside Down thing, losing his King crown to a certain someone from California, having a few mental breakdowns, and suddenly being in a charge of a bunch of kids, he hadn’t exactly been able to focus on school. Steve had applied to five schools, and over the month of May the letters start coming in. His heart sinks when he grabs the mail and sees the scrawny thin envelope from the first school. Before he opens it he already knows he’s been rejected. The lack of surprise doesn’t help. He still cries. 3 more letters come. Steve cries a little harder each time, in that big empty house all by himself.
It’s well into June now, and Steve is working at Scoops Ahoy, desperately trying to keep that 5th letter out of his mind. The one that hasn’t come yet. The one that’s surely another rejection. He just scoops ice cream, and when he really feels like torturing himself, he goes to the pool.
Now normally the pool isn’t Steve’s scene. But he goes under the guise of staying in shape for the ladies and definitely not for a certain someone. A certain muscular blue-eyed someone who’s allergic to wearing shirts. No, Billy Hargrove is the bane of Steve’s existence. And yet he can’t stay away from him. They trade snappy insults in public, or more accurately Billy teases him to death and Steve always ends up complimenting the other boy by accident (totally by accident)
“You better be careful there princess, you’re so pale you might just catch on fire laying in the sun like that.”
“Yeah well we can’t all have a perfect tan, can we, Hargrove?”
But most nights they somehow find themselves smoking on the hood of the Camaro at the quarry, or drinking cheap beer by Steve’s pool when his parents aren’t home. If Steve didn’t know any better he might even call them friends.
But on this particular evening, Steve is at home. And he’s drowning his sorrows in whiskey because today… well today was the last possible day he could have gotten an acceptance letter. Actually 3 days ago was the last day, but it’s finally hitting Steve that it’s not coming. His last possible hope from the last school he applied to. So Steve is downing burning whiskey and crying on his couch in that big empty house again. And he’s just going to lie here until he has to get up and put on a happy face for the kids, or the customers buying ice cream, or Billy at the pool, because his life is falling apart and there’s no one here. There’s no one here to say it’ll be okay, no one to-
DING DONG
Who the hell could be knocking on the door of the Harrington house at this hour interrupting this very important business that needs attending? (That business being drinking and crying but that’s irrelevant.) Tripping over his own feet as he stands, Steve stumbles to the door, tears and snot and a bit of whiskey still streaming down his face because he just doesn’t care anymore anymore and he yanks the door open ready to yell in the face of whoever’s disturbing his wallowing and-
“Wow, Harrington, you look like shit.” Those words managed to come out of Billy’s mouth as a scoff, barely masking the concern in his voice that Steve didn’t even notice.
“Fuck off, Hargrove. I’m busy. Go away.” Billy’s hand caught the door as Steve attempted to shut it in his face.
“Hey…” the asshole facade was down in a second as soon as Billy saw that something was really wrong with the boy. The boy he had been secretly harboring feelings for since the second he set eyes on him. The boy that he teased and shoved in public to keep that secret, but god if he wasn’t weak for Steve Harrington, and who cares why he was here in the first place, he’ll do anything to stop Steve from crying. “Hey, princess, what’s wrong? Hey… just, just sit down and tell me what it is,” Steve was fully sobbing now as Billy, unsure what to do with a distraught Steve, led him back inside to the couch, “I don’t… I don’t know if I can… uhh help, or anything, but please just talk to me…” fuck Billy had absolutely no idea how to deal with a sad Steve, he looked like a kitten curling up into himself as he sat. Billy was itching to go out and punch what or whoever made Steve cry, but he needed to be here for him. Tentatively, Billy wrapped an arm around his back, curling Steve’s face into his shoulder. Tears, snot, whiskey and all.
Eventually, Steve’s sobs quieted down. “Do you.. do you want to tell me what that was all about?” Billy whispered, hesitant to break the silence they had settled into. “No… not right now. I don’t want to talk about it. Just.. fuck Billy why are you even here?” Steve whispered back, his breath tickling Billy’s ear from his face still shoved right in the crook of his neck.
“Oh it’s dumb, probably nothing important. Just, uh… our last names are pretty similar, right?”
“Billy what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” despite his huffing Steve still refused to move from his comfortable perch, even snuggling into Billy more, curling his arms around Billy waist, and nuzzling his face further into his neck, to tired to think after wearing himself out with his breakdown.
“Well I just mean that’s probably why I got some mail that was meant for you a couple days ago, I kept forgetting to give it to you but I have this big old envelope that says Steve Harrington and I figured they probably mixed up Harrington and Hargrove, they’re kind of similar so I-“ in the midst of Billy’s rambling Steve bolted upright.
“What did you just say.”
“Uhhh your mail got delivered to my house?” Billy stammered out, alarmed by Steve’s sudden seriousness but mostly by his sudden shift to sitting… directly on Billy’s lap, so close that their noses are almost touching, all Billy had to do was lean forward and…
“Uhh!” Billy cut his train of thought off quickly, “that’s why I’m here because I have this big envelope that’s from a college, I think, and it has your name on it so…” Billy grabbing for the envelope he had tossed beside him on the couch in the midst of frantically comforting Steve and holding it up between them.
“Here you go.”
Steve’s eyes had never been wider in his life.
This was no scrawny thin envelope like the others. There was clearly much more inside than a short letter of rejection. Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Billy looked on in confusion. Then he ripped open the envelope.
Yes.
Yes. In big bold letters at the top.
Yes!
YES, You have been accepted!
“YES!!!” Steve screeched at the top of his lungs, ecstatically bouncing up and down, as a very startled Billy grabbed his hips to stop him from literally bouncing on his dick right now, “What the fuck, bambi?” Steve was almost hysterical at this point, laughing and screaming “Billy, I got in! I did it, I did it!” arms flailing wildly before grabbing Billy by the face and kissing him deeply and god it felt like he belonging right here, in Billy’s lap surrounded by the smell of his cologne, kissing him and- wait. Oh shit.
Steve pulled back abruptly, snapped out of his reverie, Billy stock still beneath him, blue eyes filled with shock, “Oh shit, I didn’t mean… that is- I should, oh fuck sorry I-“ but then Billy surged forward and returned the kiss enthusiastically, hand finding a home in Steve’s hair and Steve just… melted. If he wasn’t so excruciatingly happy, he might have been ashamed of the whimper he let out when Billy broke the kiss to whisper against his lips, “Been waiting for you to do that for a long time, princess.” before diving right back in to kiss him breathless.
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Wow that was longer than I was planning but I’m bad at writing short things 😅 Thank you so much for the prompt! ❤️ I might continue this at some point 🤔
I don’t know where the ask list is 😅 but just for fun - in WCBH what was the hardest scene/chapter to write? ❤️
Oooh, that’s a good ask @ashes-and-ashes !!! 😱😱
So far? Maybe a scene where James is being tortured by Death-Eaters, because Lily can hear him screaming but she doesn’t know what’s happening, but she knows it’s bad, and writing it like that made me think how I’d feel if the love of my life was basically being tortured to death which was scary af.
And then the part I’m writing atm where Sirius thinks Remus is the spy and Remus confronts him about it and it’s awful for both of them (I mean obviously devastating for Remus but awful for Sirius too) 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it’s the second-last chapter, and i will write a separate canon ending and that will kill me, sob!!!!
