Clopeh-sekka - Pineapples

Dick Grayson barely registered the creak of his apartment door as he stumbled in, shoulders sagging under the weight of another grueling night. Three jobs and a patrol shift in Blüdhaven would do that to a guy. He kicked off his boots, dragged himself toward the couch, and froze mid-step.

Someone was already here.

For a split second, instinct had him reaching for the escrima sticks he kept stashed near the door. But then he caught the faintest whiff of something familiar—coffee beans? The expensive kind. And the faint rustle of someone shifting in the dark. He relaxed. Probably one of his siblings. Jason liked breaking in unannounced when he was in a mood, Tim treated locks like they were a mere suggestion, and Damien was just Damien.

"Tim, if you're raiding my coffee stash again, at least leave some for me this time," Dick grumbled, flopping onto the couch without bothering to look.

Silence.

"Jason? Did you lose your keys, or are you here to eat all my leftovers again?" He paused. "Duke, if that's you, I—okay, actually, no idea why you'd be brooding in the dark, but it's been a long day, so I'm just gonna roll with it."

The silence stretched on, but Dick was too exhausted to care. Whoever it was, they could wait until morning. "Look, I’m on your side. Or, I will be in the morning when I’ve had some sleep." He yawned, dragging himself up off the couch and toward his bedroom. "I’ll make breakfast. We’ll talk then. Pancakes or eggs, your call. Just...try not to trash the place while I’m out, yeah?"

The figure didn’t move, and Dick didn’t wait for an answer. He fell into bed and passed out almost immediately.

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When Dick woke up, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight streaming through the blinds. The second thing he noticed was the smell of coffee.

He frowned. Coffee? He hadn’t made any.

Dragging himself out of bed, he shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There, on the counter, was a steaming mug of coffee and a note. Beside the note sat a printed receipt and a bag of fresh groceries.

Dick blinked, reaching for the note first. The handwriting was sharp and precise:

> "Not one of your siblings. Sorry for the confusion. Came to deliver a message, but your ‘brotherly’ assumption and hospitality caught me off guard. Your fridge was so pathetic it offended me, so I ordered you groceries. They should last a week. Try to survive the next visit. You seem like a stand-up guy. —K"

He stared at the note, then at the receipt. The assassin—or whoever they were—had bought him eggs, milk, bread, fresh vegetables, and even a few snacks.

Setting the note aside, Dick opened his fridge. Sure enough, it was freshly stocked. His two protein bars and box of expired cereal were still there, now dwarfed by the bounty of fresh food.

He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Only me,” he muttered, sipping the coffee. It was good. Better than what he usually bought.

Dick leaned against the counter, rereading the note. Whoever this “K” was, they clearly didn’t know how to keep things impersonal. And while the whole “message from an assassin” thing was technically alarming, he couldn’t help but feel amused.

“I guess I should be worried,” he mused aloud, glancing at the groceries again. “But hey, at least they care about my nutrition.”

It was the weirdest start to a morning he’d had in a while, but for Dick Grayson, that wasn’t saying much.

@violent138 hope I did it justice :)

Dick's so used to getting back to his place, exhausted out of his mind after working his three jobs and patrolling Blüd, that he doesn't even bother trying to figure out who it is this time, brooding in the dark of his flat. Just informs them after the silence continues that he's on their side no matter what ("or I will be in the morning when I wake up") and that he'll make breakfast, and they can talk when they want to before he passes out.

Then Dick wakes up to empty flat with a note on the kitchen island that an assassin who broke into the place to send a message was ridiculously heart warmed by the gesture and made him breakfast and "hopes he survives the next one too because he seems like a stand up guy. "

Dick:

Just started rewatching mha but this time I'm watching it with the express intent of figuring out how the hero's PR teams as well as the HPSC managed to spin certain situations *cough cough* Overhaul situation *cough cough* Kamino situation *cough cough* in order to not have people rioting against hero society and it's incompetency as a whole. Tbh I just really wanna be able to observe a top hero's PR department for like a month just to see how they do it. Tbh I wouldn't even be a hero in the mha universe, the PR department is where the money is at and with minimal risk of bodily harm.

Further questions regarding the edibility of one piece characters:

Do zoan types taste different in their human, animal, and hybrid forms? For example, would kaido taste different in his regular, hybrid, and dragon forms?

Does armament haki have a taste? If yes, does it taste different for every person? Does zoro's haki taste different to luffy's?

Does chopper taste like a reindeer or a human? Like, he ate the human fruit, so there's a chance he'd just taste like a human.

What would marco's phoenix form taste like? I think it would be something like spicy chicken but not spicy enough to cause pain. Like, bird + fire + healing = not painfully spicy chicken

Would queen be safe to eat? Like, disregarding any illnesses I may contract from eating a literal dinosaur man, the chances of me trying to take a bite and having some circuitry exploding in my face is probably too high for it to be worth it

How would king taste? And what would be the texture of his meat? Would the areas closer to his fire taste spicy? Would they just be really well done? Like, are the parts the fire touches like jerky whilst the leg is just normal meat? Or is it that the closer it is to the fire, the spicier it is?

Apologies for any misconceptions or mistakes, I'm still nowhere near wano, so I don't actually know if any of these have answers or are even feasible lol

Whilst I haven't reached WCI yet, I am aware of Katakuri and some of his powers. As such, I'd like to pose the following questions about Charlotte Katakuri:

Is his mochi edible?

Can he change the flavour of his mochi?

Does the mochi have any nutritional value?

If someone took a bite out of Katakuri's mochi and he turned back into flesh from mochi, would the piece that was bitten off stay as mochi or turn to flesh?

Idk, me and a few friends were just chatting about katakuri and this just popped into my head.

*slaps ceasar on the back* this guy can take so much stabbing!

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My two favourite birds 🤩

Right, so I am currently facing a dilemma. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, my first one in six years. (I'm seventeen). I have to go to a specialist dentist due to being born with a cleft lip. I was meant to have a dentist appointment every three months in those six years I didn't go, the only thing is, my mum hid all of the letters I got from my dentist and canceled all of my appointments without my permission or knowledge. To make matters worse, she didn't even buy me a toothbrush at all untill i was about seven and by that point and her attitude towards brushing was 'do it or don't, it's not my problem.' So I didn't start brushing my teeth until i was about ten (I'd already lost my most of my baby teeth) when I realised it was something you were actually supposed to do. The thing is, ive only started regularly brushing my teeth in the last three years since ive started living with my grandparents and they told me how bad that was for my teeth but i still havent been able to go to the dentist because my mum was the one getting the letters. Now my teeth are in a really bad state and I know for a fact I'm going to have to have at least one filling and a few teeth removed. I'm stupidly embarrassed and I'm really worried that my dentist is going to be silently judging me and I feel like my grandparents will as well since they're the ones taking me. I'm also scared of going to a dentist in general now because of how long it's been since I've gone. Idk why I'm even putting this on here tbh, I just really needed to vent it ig. Wish me luck tomorrow and let's hope I'm not laughed at for my shitty oral hygiene.

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Musk wishes he could be as awesome as I am

At the behest of a few friends, I have started watching JJBA. I was told I am able to watch it whatever order I want, so I've started with part 5 and I am currently on episode 10. Here are my nicknames for these dudes so far with the actual character names courtesy of said friends:

1. Boob window twink 1 - Giorno

2. Boob window twink 2 - Buccerati

3. Piss kink twink - Abbacchio

4. American flag boi - Mista

5. Swiss cheese - Fugo

6. Mathless - Narancia

7. Yogurt cheese bowl - Fromaggio

8. Pickle Rick - Pesci

9. Mafia daddy - Prociutto

10. Mellon boy - Melone

11. Emo jester - Risotto

12. Devil fruit - Ghiacchio

13. Italian ice cream - Gelato

14. Rich people ice cream - Sorbet

15. Nylons - Trish

16. Pigtails - Illuso

17. Torao 2.0 - Jotaro