#and he is equivalent to a pea

[cyborgnoodless]

I bet chase doesn't know how to tie shoes tbh.

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[tikitakatia]

Fixer Upper — A. Putellas x Reader

"Not My Circus, Still My Monkey"

WC: 1.5k

Summary: A few missed calls, one goat in the locker room, and somehow, you're the one writing apology emails to management.

You wake up to twelve missed calls, three texts, and a voice note from Alexia that just says:

“Hola cariño… There's a goat in the locker room. And I think it’s mad at me.”

You don't scream. You don't even sigh. You just lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, the phone pressed to your face, trying to piece together which specific life choices led to you dating one of Spain's most decorated footballers, and also the human equivalent of a disaster waiting to happen.

You call her back.

“Please tell me that was some weird metaphor,” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“Nope!” she replies cheerfully, popping the p. “It’s literal. He even has the little horns and everything.”

By the time you get to the training facility, the goat has made itself disturbingly comfortable. It’s in the locker room, snacking on a protein bar wrapper. Irene is crouched next to it, looking like she’s been babysitting a toddler with questionable decision-making skills.

You walk in, half-expecting the usual football drama, but instead, you're greeted by this. The goat. The snacks. The unsettling calm. Alexia is sitting on the bench, completely unfazed, wearing joggers and a sports bra as if a goat’s presence is just another part of her everyday life.

“You named it?” you ask, eyeing the hastily written “KIKO” on a piece of paper taped to the goat’s side.

Alexia shrugs, completely casual. “Felt rude not to.”

“Kiko’s got trauma,” you deadpan, narrowing your eyes. “I can see it in his eyes.”

“He bit Patri,” Alexia adds with the sort of nonchalance that only someone who’s caused an incident could muster.

Patri, sitting across the room with a frozen peas bag in her hand, offers a thumbs-up. 

“Deserved.”

You close your eyes briefly. You really, really should have stayed in bed today.

“Walk me through this. Slowly,” you mutter.

Apparently, last night’s evening training ended with Alexia “rescuing” the goat from a farm nearby. Why, you ask. Well, the poor thing was outside in a field, “looking lonely and sad” according to the blonde, and she just couldn’t leave him there. He was apparently “baa-ing pathetically” and needed a change of scenery and some friends. So naturally, she decided to bring him to the Barça training grounds. Farm field, football field. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

Pere walked in, took one look at the goat, sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Without a single word to the team, he turned on his heel and walked straight out, muttering that practice was delayed until “this problem” had been resolved. That’s where the logic train derailed entirely. Now, you’re left standing in the locker room, trying to process how one of Europe's top football clubs has devolved into a petting zoo.

You can’t just call animal services. No, that would be too easy. First, you have to grill Alexia about where she found Kiko.

“Where did you get him?” you ask, arms crossed, eyeing the goat like it’s about to burst into flames.

“I... I can’t tell you,” Alexia says, looking extremely protective of the goat, as though she personally gave birth to it.

“Why? What’s the big secret?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a farm... a private farm,” she says, her eyes shifting as if she’s trying to avoid your gaze. 

“And I think he could be the club mascot.”

You stare at her for a moment, blinking. This is the point in the conversation where your brain asks if you should be worried about the state of your life choices. Of course, you don’t even bother asking if she’s serious. She is.

And that’s how you end up spending the next half hour chasing down the farm’s owner, trying to figure out where in the world this goat came from. You finally reach a very upset farmer, who sounds more like he’s about to implode than help.

“I don’t know who let that goat leave,” the farmer grumbles, his voice frantic. “He’s my favorite goat, I was worried sick! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for him? You can’t just take a goat like that! What kind of asshole steals a goat?! I'm calling the cops on you!”

You swallow hard. There’s no way you’re dealing with a police situation over a goat. Not today.

“Wait, no, please don’t call the cops,” you say, trying not to sound like you're begging, but let’s be honest, you really are. “Look, I’ll send you some tickets to the next game, good seats. VIP treatment. The best we’ve got. And I’ll... I’ll take care of the whole thing. Just don’t... don’t call the police. Please.”

The farmer pauses, his tone wavering slightly. After some back-and-forth that involves you discussing what exactly the VIP experience entails (and throwing in some team memorabilia for good measure), the farmer reluctantly agrees. “Fine. But you make sure he’s brought back to the farm, you hear me? I don’t want him roaming around anymore.”

You let out a sigh of relief and hang up. One crisis averted. Or so you think.

You turn to Alexia, who’s standing in the corner, casually sipping her water like she didn’t just steal a farm animal and bring it into the team’s locker room.

“I got him, okay?” you say, trying to keep your cool. “The goat’s going home. But you need to tell me where exactly you found him. Now.”

Alexia just grins at you, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Maybe it’s better if we keep this our little secret,” she says, winking.

You want to say something sharp. You want to remind her that you're the one who’s been dealing with this whole mess while she’s been acting like it’s all some sort of adventure. But you don’t. Instead, you turn back to your phone to draft yet another email, this time to the club’s management, explaining the situation and the implications for the field.

Typing with all the formal professionalism you can muster, you write: “My client regrets the goat-related disturbance.” You then go on to clarify that Kiko’s “enthusiasm for grass” has “disrupted the quality of the pitch’s surface” and caused the field to be “unearthed” in places. You make sure to mention that Kiko is, unfortunately, not a “FIFA-approved emotional support animal.”

Alexia reads your email, then looks up at you. You half-expect her to apologize, maybe at least offer a hint of regret. But no, of course not.

Instead, she grins. “Why’d you call me your client?”

You blink, trying to keep your cool, but the day's gone too far off the rails for any semblance of composure. “Because I’m trying really hard not to call you my problem.”

Her grin widens, clearly enjoying every second of your escalating stress. She steps closer, and you immediately feel the gravitational pull of her unshakable confidence, like she’s defying the very laws of nature and casually bending your sanity in half.

“I am though.” she says, her voice smug, teasing, and so completely certain of itself that it radiates from her. She’s practically in your face now, daring you to say anything, her confidence as palpable as a weight in the room.

You sigh again, not because you don’t want to kiss her (you do), but because you know exactly where this is heading. And, frankly, you’re not sure if your fragile sanity can handle any more right now.

“Unfortunately,” you mutter, voice flat.

She presses her lips to yours quickly. Just a soft, affectionate kiss, as though this isn’t the third crisis you’ve had to sort before your first coffee. You let her, of course. You always let her.

When she pulls back, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her grin growing wider. It’s the kind of grin that says, “I know exactly what I’ve just done to you, and I’m not sorry in the slightest.”

“Oh, by the way..” she adds, casually, as if she’s just reminding you of the time you accidentally threw your keys in the garbage. “Kiko peed on your laptop bag.”

You freeze, staring at her, your brain still struggling to process the fact that you've gone from a relatively normal morning to this. Your mouth opens and closes, but all you can manage is a sound that’s somewhere between a sigh and a small, defeated groan.

Her grin widens like she’s just told you the funniest joke in history. “It’s just a little pee,” she says, as though it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to add to your already ruined day. “What’s the big deal?”

You rub your temples, wondering how much more of this you can take. 

“I love you..” she says with a tiny, embarrassed chuckle. Clearly pleased with herself, and yet somehow still acting like she’s the victim in this scenario.

You blink, mind still racing as you try to find something to hold on to. 

“I love Beta blockers,” you reply with a tone dry as dust. At this point, you can’t think of a better way to cope with this absurdity.

Just when you think you’ve reached the limit, Alexia, without skipping a beat, drops her final bombshell. 

“Mi amor,” she says, “when are we getting Kiko a jersey? You know, for the team?”

You don’t even look at her, your voice flat. “I’ll get right on that.”

She grins and gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead, clearly pleased.

“You’re the best.”

You resist the urge to scream.

[burningembers91]

Bruises - Kang Dae-Ho x Fem!Reader

Follow up Piece to:

Voice Like Honey

Tennessee Whiskey

Synopsis: In the aftermath of the bar fight, you tend to Kang Dae-Ho's wounds

A/N: Based on this ask

Every inch of Kang Dae-Ho’s body hurt, evidence of the bar fight he’d been an unwilling participant in the night before. His left eye was black and blue, as was the right side of his jaw. His ribs were agony, his back was covered in grazes, but he was quite sure he’d never been happier. Bruises littered his body, but he barely seemed to notice the pain. Last night you’d told him that you liked him, had said the words he’d longed to hear.

You’d taken him upstairs to your apartment, had iced his bruises and kissed the pain away. you’d both spent the night in your tiny double bed, Dae-Ho wishing you’d hold him and you too scared to cuddle him in case you hurt him. You compromised by holding hands, drifting in and out of sleep in a bed that wasn’t quite big enough for the both of you. You looked down at him now, holding an ice pack to his bruised face, rolling your eyes as his face erupted into another smile.

“Why are you smiling?” you laughed, dipping your head to brush your lips against his. “Because of you,” he answered, pulling you in to deepen the kiss before hissing in pain. “You should really go to the hospital,” you chastised, removing the icepack from Dae-Ho’s face and handing him some pain killers. “That guy could have broken something.” “I’m fine,” he insisted, waving away your concerns. Truthfully, he was in agony, but going to the hospital would pull him away from the coziness of your apartment, would put a stop to barrage of kisses you were giving him as you played the role of his nurse. He hadn’t imagined this is how he would be passing the time in your bed, propped up on pillows with packets of frozen vegetables dotted around his body, but you were the most incredible nurse.

You passed the day in bed, watching crappy TV, eating takeout and periodically icing Dae-Ho’s face. You wished you’d called the police last night, wished that the person who’d done this to him could pay for his actions. Your colleagues had tried to stop them once you’d taken him into the back, but they were long gone. You hated seeing him so hurt, but not once did his smile fade. Dae-Ho was stronger than he gave himself credit for and you hoped one day he’d be able to see it.

Later that evening, as he started to feel a little more himself, he headed for a shower, blown away by the number of lotions and potions you had stacked on the shelves. He took turns smelling each one, wondering how you had time to use these all. He secretly enjoyed the soft scents of your body wash though, lathering himself in the rich foamy jojoba and shea scented cream. As he exited the shower, he took stock of the cuts and bruises adorning his body. His face was still swollen, a section of his ribs slowly turning purple. He looked slightly worse than he realised, his fingertips gently skimming the bruise around his eye.

“I told you that you should have gone to the hospital,” you smiled from the doorway, taking in his broad shoulders and chest, his toned stomach. The towel wrapped round his waist was barely holding on and he could feel himself stiffen under the soft fabric. You looked so beautiful standing there, clad in leggings and an oversized t-shirt, your face makeup free. If he hadn’t felt like the human equivalent of a punching bag, he’d have made love to you right there on the bathroom floor. But the mirror had shown the full extent of his injuries, and he’d have no choice but to be content with your kisses until he was fully healed.

The frozen peas were placed once again on his bruises, your lips peppering soft kisses against his lips. You brushed the hair from his eyes, tracing the bridge of his nose with your finger. He still managed to somehow look so gorgeous, his eyes softly gazing into yours as he reclined on your bed. You couldn’t wait to be back at the bar, back up on the stage singing together.

Singing with Dae-Ho had always been special, but now you knew it would mean so much more.

[sheepispink]

continued from my other fic, but tiny drabble of ghost looking after injured u...

You’re shaken from your drowsy state by the timer on Ghost’s phone beeping loudly, making you sit up straight with a groan. He sat on the small dining table, cleaning something by the sounds you could faintly make out of him scrubbing. Though, now with the alarm going off, the chair squeaked as he pushed it out and came to a stand, his slippers making soft patters now. “Time for your medicine.”

“..Don't wanna.” You murmur, knowing well you had practically no choice in this matter. Regardless, you argued anyway. 

“Wasn’t a question.”  He walks over to the cabinet above the side table, taking out the bottles and ointment. Initially, he had kept it on the coffee table since it was easier to grab though you were very prone to accidents with your visual impairment, and so he had to hide it away before you almost broke it. He walks over, settling on the couch next to you before patting his lap. “C’mon, lie down.”

You follow, lying face up across his muscled legs whilst he squeezes the pipette, getting the eyedrops ready. “You’re not wearing your mask..” It’s sort of a surprise, well not really after he did it the other day, but still, he respected his privacy a lot. “Mhm.” That’s all he murmurs, one hand cupping the curve of your cheek before he drops the liquid into your eye. Before he can instruct you as always, he watches as you blink to settle it in properly. The same follows for the other eye, and he gives you a quick pat on the cheek in praise. “No need to hide my face when you can't see it.”

“I can too.”

He rolls his eyes up at your persistence, knowing well that your current quality of eyesight is equivalent to the screen on a nokia. “What do you see?” He grabs the ointment pot, pulling his gloves off before scooping out a pea sized amount. 

“I see your skin.”

“Uh huh, and what does that tell you?” 

“You’re white.”

At that he drops the ointment blob off his fingers, stifling a laugh that desperately wants to be released. “I’m pretty sure, everyone knows that, love.” Carefully, his fingertips rub the ointment onto the burns across your cheeks and neck, making sure not to press too hard. Then he slowly lifts your hands, rubbing it down your forearms and the back of your hands where it hurts quite a bit. “I can do this myself y'know..” You sit up as you always do, stubborn and take the small ointment pot out his hands, rubbing it into all the parts of your skin that still ache. 

“I know, but you look a lot happier when I'm doing it.”

“That’s not true!”

He rolls his eyes at you, or at least you suppose he did because he did that little huff again. “Do you want me to snitch on you to Price?” At that you shut up and he wants to laugh out loud at how your lips part in surprise, shock filling your features almost instantly. “That’s what I thought. Now come on, I need you to talk me through making your omelette tonight.” 

He pulls you up and you begrudgingly follow, hand tucked in his.

[ruruumin]

phone call.

₊˚ ᗢ itoshi rin x gn! reader.

⤷ an unexpected phone call breaks you out of your mess.

going home, by all means, should mean good things. you no longer had to worry about your next paycheck or whats in your fridge. your parents dote on you every now and then, checking up on you as you lay in bed, noting the change in smell of your sheets. you should be happy, you keep telling yourself, but every time you wake up in the morning with the grease in your hair and a frown that doesn’t seem to turn upside down, you’re growing ever so frustrated by the circumstances. 

there lacks a feeling of agency that you felt when you left. whenever you ask your family what they have planned for the week, your parents shrug their shoulders, meanwhile your siblings roll their eyes and wave you off. outings are reserved for only the most special of occasions, like someone’s birthday or a national holiday. and if things couldn’t get any worse, the stickiness in your hair hasn’t gone away.

two weeks. thats all you have to endure, so why is it so increasingly difficult to feel normal? your bed should be the comfiest it has ever been, but its uncomfortable when you toss and turn, struggling to find the sweet spot that lulls you to sleep. in the morning, you have to continuously tug the corners of the sheets down so they don’t roll up on you again. you’re determined to say you’re no princess and pea, but the bags underneath your eyes are telling you to wake up and fix the bed.

for a moment, you start to miss your job. as much as its dreadful having to wake up early every single morning and motivate yourself in the mirror that it’ll be an easy day, you’re starting to realize the beauty in routine. the miniscule of joy that bubbles up in your chest whenever you come home and drop your bags to the ground, sighing in relief as you pop all the joints in your shoulders. even with exhaustion hanging off of you, at the end of the day, there was something to do. something that made everything all worth it.

and yet you lay in bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling that you swear will one day come crashing down on you like dust. its obsessive the way you check your phone for any new messages, scrolling through dozens of instagram stories and seeing your friends travel the world with their families. 

suddenly, your phone goes off. rising from your coffin you take it into your hands, seeing the caller id flash. itoshi rin is calling! fumbling, you hurriedly answer the call, nervous beads of cold sweat running down the side of your neck. you pat down the frizz from your hair as you sigh.

“rin-chan?” 

his nickname rolls off your tongue as easily as your sanity in this room. you’ve been calling him with the same honorific since you were middle schoolers. despite the childishness of it all and how frighteningly shocked his friends look hearing it, he never once corrected you. 

“hello.” his voice is deep and alluding. sometimes it comes off as a little dry from the way he ends each sentence with a raspy breath. you hold the phone close to your ear, pressing your lips together as you eye the clock on your wall. 

“is something wrong? you don’t call unless its an emergency.” 

ever since sae left for spain, he’s lost interest in calling people. he would prefer texting his parents over answering their phone calls. even when he’s gotten lost on multiple occasions, ending up next to a river five miles from his house, he refused to make the first call. perhaps its the pride in his heart that has him refusing any form of voice-related communication, like asking for help was the equivalent of kneeling down and begging. 

you could already imagine his voice: that’s disgusting. i’d never call unless i need to. 

however, that’s not the thing that comes out of his mouth. 

“...nothing, i just wanted to call and ask how you are.” he replies with the same nonchalant tone you’ve grown too fond of. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

“oh, i see.”

“are you busy?” 

you shake your head, even if hes unable to see it through the other line. “no, i was thinking about watching a movie or something to pass the time.” you look over to the laptop on your bed. its covered in stickers from different conventions you’ve been to. some of which you’ve miraculously dragged rin into attending, only because the author of dragon head was doing a panel. 

“i see.” there is a pause before he speaks up again. “do you want to watch anything together?”

“like—in person? or stream something online?” 

he hums with a melodic trill that has you on the edge of your bed. 

“either or works. but i like watching horror movies in person.” 

a shiver immediately runs down your spine as you close your eyes, teeth clattering together comedically. the last time you agreed to watch a horror movie with rin (regrettably you were the one to ask him what he wanted to watch since you asked him out first), he chose the goriest film known to man. 

at the time, you were both high schoolers sneaking out past curfew to watch movies at the local theater. you were holding onto his arm, begging to squeeze his hand to ease your worries. he somehow agreed despite knowing your grip strength, and allowed you to grip his hand as tight as you wanted. during the movie, you didn’t think much about it, not wanting to overcomplicate the strange relationship you had. all you did remember though, was that his skin felt warm against yours and how perfectly your fingers fit against the cracks of his hand. 

“please don’t make us watch another film like the sadness. i couldn’t handle it.”

“it’ll be tamer than that.” 

“really?”

“would i lie to you?”

you suppose he wouldn’t. he hasn’t for the last few years you’ve known him. he’s been open as a book. he’s a quiet man but his eyes scream the words in his throat. you think he’s the true definition of the quote: eyes are windows to the soul, because every time he’s drooling over icy-blue popsicles, it shows in the slight sheen in his eyes.

he’s sweeter than sugar when he wants to be and it makes you wonder if there was more to this than just a simple phone call. you want to think by some heavenly force, he heard your thoughts and wanted to pull you out of this slump. unknowingly, you let out a soft laugh. 

“what are you laughing about?”

you exhale in response, “i just thought it was funny that you would call. you normally don’t—so i was wondering if there was more to it.” 

he’s quiet on the other line. 

“sorry, did i say something wrong?” 

“no. i guess i was thinking the same thing.” 

you hold back a surprised gasp. for someone calm and rational as rin, going out of his way to call you was already a big step. but him asking to watch a movie with you? out of nowhere? surely there was something at play here that you weren’t quite seeing. swallowing your nervousness, you open your mouth to ask him the most important question of all:

“what is the real reason you’re calling, rin?” 

he takes a deep breath before saying three words. just three. nothing more. nothing less. but enough to convey to you the true intent of his actions.

“...i like you.” 

“huh?”

“i liked you since we met, (name). i didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else but me.”

“what are you—wait, rin—”

there is knocking on the other side. you could hear rin’s exasperated sigh and the sharp inhale he takes when the door opens. you heard isagi call out his name alongside bachira. they stumbled into the same place as rin, asking him if he will confess to his special somebody, not knowing that this special person was listening into their conversation, heart stopped and cupid-struck. 

rin brings his phone back up to his ear, “if you feel the same, can you watch a movie with me? i’ll be at the same place we always go to.” 

after that, the call ends abruptly. you’re left in shock, hand trembling and fingers fumbling over the call back button. you wanted answers. like how long did it take you to find out? why confess now? did something happen between him and the other boys at blue lock? and will you be joining him? 

looking at his caller id, you press your lips together, swiping your phone and running to your closet to throw on any fitting clothes. you realize after exiting your house that he had kept you from spiraling.

[cloudyskydreams]

Scent drabbles! UT,UF,US

UNDERTALE!

Sans smells like pine and rain

You groan as you lazily smack at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Sweet silence fills the room once you finally manage to hit the snooze button and you consider getting up, for a very brief moment you really did think about it but your skeletal mate clinging on to you destroyed any thoughts of getting up and starting the morning early. You snuggle into him and inhale deeply, his scent has always been so calming. The smell of a rainy day trampling exploring a pine forest filled your senses and you sigh happily.

"heh did you just sniff me?" His voice makes you jump a little and blush in embarrassment.

He looks up at you with a brow bone raised and squinted sockets."Uhm... No?" your voice is a tad meek.

"don't worry I'm not scent out of shape about it." He chuckles and you shake your head at his pun. He pulls you back into him burying your face into the tank top he sleeps in. "it's too early to be up." He whines and you sigh snuggling into him and enjoying the comforting smell pulling you back into sleep.

Papyrus: smells like citrus and clean laundry

You and Papyrus are in the kitchen together eating breakfast. He lovingly made you both pancakes and you happily dug in when the decent sized stack was set in front of you. There was some for his brother of course but he wasn't going to be awake for a few more hours the lazybones he is. Papyrus worked on the daily crossword puzzle in the newspaper while you munched on pancakes occasionally asking you for advice.

"EIGHT LETTERS, UNWAKBLE STATE" you think about it as you chew.

"Maybe ... Comatose?" He checks it with the spaces and other answers he already has and nods.

"THANK YOU SWEET PEA." You smile at the nickname and stand up to set your plate in the sink.

After you're done you creep up behind him and lean over his shoulder resting yourself against his back as you peer at the crossword. He Nyehs and leans his head against yours. You smooch his cheek and sigh contently before nuzzling into the side of his neck vertebrae gently. He smells wonderful like a productive day inside cleaning laundry and munching on freshly peeled oranges.

"Papyrus darling you smell so yummy I could just eat you up" he blushes at your words and you chuckle noticing that the citrus stands out more when he's flustered.

"(Y/N)...DONT DISTRACT ME FROM THE DAILY PUZZLE I MUST KEEP MY MIND SHARP!" You know he doesn't mean that from the way he's pressing himself against you but you chuckle anyways.

"Sorry clementine, I'll let you focus." You smooch his cheek again and he leans into the touch. Heading away from the kitchen to leave him be you decide for once you're actually motivated to get some laundry done.

UNDERFELL:

Red smells like campfire and apple pie

Fellby had called you complaining of the drunken red stating he didn't want his brother to come pick him up and to call you. You sigh and tell Fellby you're on the way. You grumble to yourself the entire way out of your apartment complex and to the bar. Once you make it to the bar you search around and spot Red perched on a barstool dozing off as Fellby stands close to him behind the counter crackling with his fire looking a little brighter than normal.

"Hey fell, m here for him don't worry" you say as you help Red off the bar stool he clings on to you and Fellby does the equivalent of an eye roll before walking off to serve patrons.

"heyy sweetheart, nice ta see ya" he slurs and you sigh bracing his body with yours as you help him stumble to the door.

"Jesus Red the suns not even down yet... Did you and Edge have another fight or something?" Red mumbles something stopping in his tracks.

"What?"

"i said i love my brother." Guess you hit the nail on the spot.

"Never said you didn't bud... Have you been seeing your therapist?" You get him walking again and he groans as you pry into his personal life.

"yeh e'ry two or so weeks" he huffs and you nod satisfied.You gaze at the stars for a bit as you help Ref stumble back to the apartments and help him into the elevator.

"Your place or mine?" He looks at you confused. "If you got into a fight it wouldn't be the best look to come home in this state..might set him off again?" You prompt and he nods looking a bit taken aback.

"guess yours then doll thanks for offering." His voice is gruff and there's a slight red hue to his face you brush off as the influence of alcohol.

"It's not problem babe I'm used to babysitting you " you chuckle and lead him to your apartment. He stumbles and collapses on the couch and you go and get him and cup of water from the kitchen.As your setting it on the coffee table he gives you a soft look and you pause to stare at him. You awkwardly look at eachother before he inhales sharply and looks to the side.

"keep me company?" You melt at his request and sit on the floor next to the couch.

"Wanna talk about it?" You prompt and he steels his face slightly, you take that as a no."That's okay... You should sleep this off."He nods in agreement and lays his head back after receiving a small smooch from you,you're sitting pretty close and you can smell his scent coming off of him it's like a fall night eating apple pie with friends around a campfire. You tell him about your day gently as he drifts out into drunken slumber and when you're done you stand up and stretch. These brothers and their emotional constipation, they have to get over it someday. You head to the kitchen intent on using the fresh apples you have to make a pie.

Edge smells like gasoline and cherries

You had ran into Edge in the hallway and had both gotten on the elevator at the same time. Unfortunately for you the elevator decided now would be the perfect moment to break down mid descent and leave you standing awkwardly across from the tall pointy skeleton who's looking more and more stressed with each second.You notice his breath is labored and wonder why he even needs to breathe before noticing he's sweating slightly.

"Hey.. you okay edge?" He looks at you and glares

"I-IM PERFECTLT FINE ITS JUST A LITTLE CRAMPED IN HERE PRINCESS/PRINCE." You would think he would know better than to lie to you at this point. He's obviously in the early stages of panic.

"Hey it's okay we won't be stuck for long... They're probably working on fixing it already" you press the emergency button on the elevator just in case. You sit in tense silence with Edge for a bit more before actually sitting on the floor, after a few moments Edge follows suit. You smile at him and gently start humming hoping to calm his nerves. He looks at you gently blushing slightly and listening to you hum as his breathing calms. The scent of gasoline dissipates the more you hum leaving the sweet after scent of cherries hanging around and after awhile the elevator springs back to life. Edge scrambles up and away from you to the furthest corner of the elevator and clears his throat.

"THANK YOU... TELL NO ONE YOU SAW THAT." his voice holds a threat to it but you just smile at him and his flushed cheeks.

"Have a good day edge." You hum as you exit the elevator after kissing his cheek now intent on going to the store. You have a craving for cherries now.

UNDERSWAP

Stretch smells like honeysuckle and honey

You sigh as you stretch out further on the couch. Today was lazy Sunday and you decided to spend the day with Stretch and Blue. Blue tried to join in on the tradition but couldn't sit still long enough and left to go about his day. Stretch however matched your laziness twofold so here you two were lazed out in his living room watching some nature documentary on bees.

"hey honey, what do bee's chew?" You think about it for a second before shrugging.

"bumble gum" he chuckles and you roll your eyes that was awful."

what's a bees favorite sport?" You groan hoping this isn't going to be a rest of the day thing.

"I don't know honey bun what?" You coo and he flushes a bit at the nickname but smiles as he sits up in his arm chair.

"Fris-bee." You chuckle at that one and he beams at you proud to have made you laugh.

"Okay Mr comedian no more" you say and he throws up and a okay sign standing up and gesturing for you to move your feet. You do and he sits down so you spread your feet back over his lap and he sets a hand on your calf rubbing it lightly. You guys enjoy each other's company and eventually you fall asleep to the monotone voice of the speaker on the documentary.

When you wake up you're cuddled to Stretches chest and he's asleep a little bit of orange drool leaking from his mouth. You giggle at the sight.He smells floral sweet like summer honeysuckle and the regular honey he likes to drink, it reminds you of your childhood and summer days. You nuzzle into him and he pulls you into his hoodie clad ribcage. You drift off back to sleep as you cuddle the clingy skeleton

Blue smells like mint and snow (stole this one couldn't think of anything lol)

Blue and you bustle around the kitchen as you cook together.

"NOT TOO MUCH SUGAR ANGEL WE DONT WANT IT TO BE TOO LUMPY." Blue reprimands and you halt on pouring in the sugar as he mixes the cookie dough.

It's winter time and you're making sugar cookies to ice and give out to neighbors. Blue and Papyrus had plenty of stuff planned for the winter season and you were invited to join in on them.

"Alright now we let the dough chill for a bit," you hum and set the dough in the fridge. Blue nods and starts to wash up as you head over and wait for your turn. You wash your hands and head to the living room with Blue.

"IM GOING TO TURN ON THE NAPSTATON GYFTMAS SPECIAL! ITS A CLASSIC THIS TIME OF YEAR!" He calls out and you nod. You can't decide if you like Mettaton or Napstaton more but you don't really watch them without the boys so it doesn't really matter in the long run.

Blue bounces over to the couch and gets comfortable as he turns on the special he's talking about. He looks at you for a second and there's a sparkle in his eyes a he gives you puppy dog eyes.

"CAN I PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR?"

You chuckle and nod sitting in between his legs to which he immediately shoves a bony hand in your hair. You lean back into the sensation and let him work out knots and braid and unbraid as you watch the musical drama in front of you.

Blue seems content to simply play with your hair and as you lean back you catch a whiff of his scent.

He smells like freshly fallen snow and peppermint a nice combination and perfect for these winter days. You find comfort in the scent and sensation of having your hair played with and subconsciously lean into Blues touch as he starts to massage your scalp.

Once the shows over you two hope back up and start on rolling out the dough and shaping it. It's a fun time and you and Blue take turns picking out different cookie cutters. You can't wait for more winter days like this to come.

[little-mari-on-a-roof]

Frenglish differences in Miraculous - Episode 22

Kung Food

Chloé

En: Does your great uncle really expect to win the contest with a soup? It's not even a main dish. Please. Doesn't he know how to make sushi like everyone else?

Fr: Ton oncle qui vient de Chine pense vraiment qu'il va gagner le concours avec de la soupe ? C'est ringard, c'est pour les vieux. Ouais c'est vrai. Il pourrait pas faire des sushis, comme tout le monde ?

Does your uncle from China really think he will win the contest with a soup? It's "ringard", it's for old people. Yeah that's right. Couldn't he make sushi like everyone else?

"Ringard" is a French word for something that's old fashioned, and often considered cringe.

Cheng Sifu

En: Marinette was right. It was evil act by that brat. No respect for Cheng Sifu.

Fr: Marinette a raison. Cette jeune fille a gâché soupe céleste. Elle a ridiculisé Cheng Sifu.

Marinette is right. This young girl ruined celestial soup. She ridiculed Cheng Sifu.

Chloé on the phone (before getting attacked)

En: Yeah, well, I was wondering if you'd like to come... Huh?

Fr: Et là tu sais ce qu'elle me dit ?

And then you know what she told me?

In French, Chloé is probably retelling what happened with Marinette. The English line seems unlikely coming from her since she doesn't really have any friends. The only person she could say that to is Adrien I guess?

Kung Food

En: Kung Food will make new soup called Brat soup!

Fr: Je vais créer une nouvelle soupe, je l'appellerai Soupe vilaine fille !

I will create a new soup, I'll call it Naughty girl soup!

Chat Noir - Ladybug

En: I don't know about you, m'lady, but I'm a bit hungry. - Let's go eat, then, shall we?

Fr: Ça faisait longtemps que je rêvais de t'inviter à dîner. - Alors on n'a qu'à passer à table.

I had been dreaming about inviting you to dinner for a while. - So let's go eat, then.

It's hard to translate what Ladybug says literally, but the idea is the same as in English. The difference is mostly that Chat Noir just told her he wanted to ask her out on a date.

Chat Noir facing Jagged with seafood appetizers

En: Seafood? This scampi happening. Let's hear if you can carry a tuna.

Fr: Super choix, ça c'est une entrée pas lourde. Vous avez compris hein ? Pas lourde (/palourde).

Great choice, now that's a light appetizer. You got it? Light.

The joke doesn't make any sense in English but it's a very common overused pun so I thought I'd translate it. In French, he says that the appetizer is "light", or more literally "not heavy": "pas lourde". The French word for a clam is "palourde", which is pronounced the exact same way as "pas lourde". Which means it sounds exactly as if he had said that the appetizer was "clam".

Ladybug - Chat Noir

En: Looks like a food fight is coming our way. - I prefer my sausages with mashed potatoes.

Fr: Ça se fait pas de se battre avec de la nourriture ! - Oui, en plus moi je n'aime que les saucisses de Morteau.

It's not right to have food fights! - Yes, plus I only like Morteau sausages.

Ladybug - Mayor Bourgeois

En: If we're not careful, we'll be the mashed potatoes. - You're no competition, Ladybug.

Fr: S'il continue comme ça on va devenir de la chair à pâtée. - Ce sera avec grand plaisir, Ladybug.

If he continues like we're gonna get turned into mincemeat. - It will be with great pleasure, Ladybug.

Kung Food about Mr Bourgeois

En: Pea brain!

Fr: Quelle andouille.

What an andouille (/dummy).

An andouille is a sausage made of chitterlings (it's disgusting and it stinks horribly). In French, the word is also used as an equivalent to dummy/knucklehead.

Kung Food

En: I take care of you two myself.

Fr: Je vais vous cuisiner aux petits oignons.

I'm gonna cook you with small onions (lit.).

In French, "with small onions" means with great care. In this context it's a pun that refers to the akuma's food related powers.

[creepy-ghosts]

Kremy celebrated Kwanzaa when he was little with his family because I like pushing my southern African American culture on my favorite character.

Yapping below, read at your own risk

I can imagine him and his brother lighting the candles with his mom. Two ears of corn that represents the children in the family. Gathering around the table as they discuss the principle of the day and maybe doing some activities for it.

On the equivalent of December 31st Kremy cooks black eyed peas with his Memaw for good luck into the next year.

After Kremy left he became distant with the celebration especially with it being not popular in Agwe as well as no family to celebrate with.

When Kremy became more comfortable with his past and considered the whole gang as family they started celebrating together. Kremy explained the 7 principles, placed an ear of corn to represent Hootsie, and he cooks black eyed peas for everyone to eat.

Is this anything at all?

[obsessive-valentine]

Rating my Yanderes beds, because I can ✨

Barbarian!yan - Literally layers upon layers of soft warm fur on top of their equivalent of a mattress on top of a massive travelling box or two that double as bed frames. Most furs and blankets recently personally hunted/stolen for his darlings comfort bc he could sleep on a slab of stone and feel great in the morning so it’s safe to say it probably wasn’t as comfortable before he met darling. A princess and the pea situation bc he will keep adding throws and furs until darlings happy. Sounds like a dream but probably gets to hot now and then and a bed on top of wooden boxes can’t be that comfortable but at least it’s not the floor. Also didn’t own pillows before darling so stole some from a raid (that’s a funny visual) 8/10 - some points for effort

Vampire!yan - The most luxurious bed known to mankind, well darlings is, his is a literal coffin... darling has massive beautifully hand carved bed frame with a canopy, sleeps in silks and plush pillows fit for royalty. If that doesn’t fit darlings fancy there’s a few bedrooms in the manor that he can clean up for them, he just picked the most extravagant and comfortable for darling. 100/10

His actual ‘bed’ on the other hand -being the coffin- looks super cool and expensive, made from dark rich wood and a silk interior. Also does it’s job in keeping him safe from the sun or whatever. But very uncomfortable for a normal human and claustrophobic. -1/10

Farmer!yan - Nothing particularly concerning or great about the bed, it’s a sturdy handmade frame by his grandfather with maybe a 10yr old mattress at most. He’s also a type that could sleep on a stone slab and feel good from the most part on the morning so he doesn’t care that the mattress is a bit worn but will give in a pick up a new one if darling complains. Good at keeping up with laundry so the sheets are clean and soft so that counts for something. 4/10

Classic!yan - Did his research to customise his bed to darlings preferences, so when darlings kidnapped everything is new and comfortable. Great attention to detail because he gets sheets with darlings favourite colour on and many options for blankets and comforts like stuffed toys. Would be a 10/10 if it weren’t for the chain on darlings ankle being a part of the bed.

Childhood Fae!yan - He settles for nothing less than perfect, he’s spoilt and expects luxury so of course darling gets the best too. No where near as fancy as vampire yans but as comfortable, with a extravagantly carved dark wood frame that fits the dark academia vibe of his house. Very picky about the materials and firmness of his bed so he spent a lot of time perfecting it to be just right. Darlings sleeping good and extra points for having the best ambiance out of all the yanderes, I can imagine the room being so calming with the fireplace crackling and reading by candle light. 11/10

[alicedash2]

The "Terrible Killer" YN, who join the Straw hat crew

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ah...YN was so terrible, so feared, she wandered the seas alone, no one knew YN's true identity, what did they know? only that she was a fearsome killer, she had killed a Tenryuubito when they tried to kidnap her when she was younger, she killed him and impaled the body of the man who abused her in the various areas, so her value for her head was enormous, she made chaos wherever she went, she didn't need much to do what the whole Navy could do...

but really, she's just a young lass who wanted some friends or to be part of some crew, she really didn't want to be alone anymore

on a certain island, she wandered, until she came close to an ordinary neighborhood restaurant, she saw a young 19-year-old boy wearing a straw hat, she knew who he was, she stepped inside, some people knew that nothing would happen if nothing was done to her, she sat next to and looked at the young boy desperately eating a plate of meat with rice and peas

-...- she look at him

the boy, whose name was Luffy, looked at her, he stared at her as he ate, they stared at each other

-....you...- Luffy started talking

they looked at each other again...

- you're the person there who killed a Tenryuubito, aren't you? the terrible killer...-

Luffy ate while talking, YN was a little uncomfortable, but ignored.

-....Yes...-

- hmmm...-

he would go back to eating, still looking at them, the people around would be kind of scared, trying to calm down and ignore

-...Luffy...?-

YN called him, he swallowed the food and paid attention

-...I know it's sudden...but, if I buy a plate of food for you, any plate you want, I posso...me gather your crew?- she said calmly, as much as she was fearsome, she had a genuine heart

- really?! Deal!-

Luffy smiled, It warmed YN's heart a little

"so easy..."-YN thought, a little surprised, so Luffy chose the dish, after Luffy ate, YN still paid for the previous dishes Luffy had eaten, he would not miss

- you're so cool, YN! and they say you are worse than Doflamingo or Kaido himself!- Luffy said

- and-I'm not like that! YN blushed a little

- the world government and the Navy like to exaggerate! but good, so no one disturbs me! - YN smile slightly

- oooh...we're here!-

Luffy says, arriving at Sunny, where he is greeted by the other crewmen, Luffy climbs up first

- guys, I brought a new crew member!- Luffy smiles, YN coming right behind, when everyone looks at YN, they are shocked, Zoro draws his sheath from his sword ready to attack

- stay away from her, Luffy!-

Robin said, sweating with nervousness and fear

- why?!-

Luffy was shocked to see some of his friends ready to attack

- she's a killer! but she's not just any kind of killer! do you know the damage it can do?! it is equivalent to what the world government could do! stay away from her! - Nami said, almost motionless

-...what? but...- Luffy looked back, staring at YN who was looking at them with a deadly look, smiling

- m..but..-

Luffy was trying to find something to talk about, but YN just gave a silly giggle and tuned his voice a little, trying to appear harmless

- how silly they are! - YN said, gesturing with she's hand

- I'm not doing anything to you! as long as they don't do anything to me...- YN said sweetly

everyone let their guard down for an instant, Usopp was arriving, when he looked at YN, screamed and fainted

- Oh...I didn't want that to happen!-

YN said softly, yes, YN is extremely strong, with she's reward a little more than Luffy, but in fact, YN was sweeter than sugar and sticky than honey

- Why Is She here, Luffy?-

Robin asked, Luffy looked at her

- ...we made a deal, she bought me a plate of food and I let her join the gang! -

Luffy smiled, Nami slapped her own face with her hand

- you're an idiot...Luffy! - Nami advances on Luffy, slapping and pulling his hair, while Luffy apologizes and begs her to stop

a few minutes later, everyone was at the dining table in the kitchen, deciding whether YN should stay on the crew or not, even Sanji, was nervous and suspicious...

YN pouted, wanted to join the gang, everyone was quiet except Sanji, who was standing, smoking

- good... why did you decide to join the crew, YN? - Nami asked

- w-well...it's just that I don't have a crew, and...everyone who ever tried to get in, always ran away, I tried to create my own gang, but I could not... - YN said kind of nervous, shy too

- and why just ours? - Nami specified

- I just happened to meet Luffy, so I took advantage of it... -

- ...I don't think it's safe...- Nami said, until YN took a small wooden box and opened it, revealing jewels and diamonds

- please, miss Nami! I need a crew! - YN said with a whiny tone

- AAAH! yeah, you can stay, you're younger than Luffy, right? my little sister...- Nami hugged her and blushed

Zoro sighed, knowing that he now has a new member

- I'm not what they say, it's serious! yes, I have done many things, but it has never been for evil! - YN said, she was just an 18-year-old girl who wanted some friends

- SUPEEER all right, welcome to the crew!- Franky said, smiling as Brook approached

- excuse me, miss YN, will you...can I see your panties?-- Nami kicked him away

little by little they accepted YN the crew, some were suspicious, especially Robin

-there's no point in just giving jewelry, I still don't agree,- Robin said softly.

- but you did the same thing! - Usopp said

- trust me, miss Robin! YN supplicava

Robin sighed, accepting, YN blushed and smiled, finally in a crew

YN's presence was very helpful in scaring and intimidating other pirates and sailors, YN is also playful, liked to entertain Luffy and others, always gifting Nami with jewelry and gold, giving sake to Zoro, and hanging out with Robin behind unread books,

- YN!- Luffya was knocking on YN's bedroom door

- YN! he'd shout, YN open the door

- Luffy, what is it? - She asked

- let's play! it's raining and there's nothing to do - Luffy said

"go play with Usopp or Chopper," she'd say.

- they don't want to, and I've already tried with Franky, he doesn't want to either-Luffy said, he without hesitation, walked into YN's room, they both sat on the bed

- Oh... - YN sighed

- ooh, you have a different way to decorate your room! - Luffy said, YN just ignored him

- Hey...- Luffy called her, getting her attention

- yeah?-

- ...why do they think you're so bad? like...you're cool! "I don't know why almost everyone runs away from you." - Luffy

- Oh...good.... YN hesitava

- when I was younger...a few years ago, I was captured by a Tenryuubito...-

YN said, Luffy listened intently

- e...I was tortured in various ways...but I managed to escape, but I had to do something drastic...-

-what did you do?-

- ...I killed...I killed a Tenryuubito...and I impaled his body so it was a warning...but...anyway...after that, I escaped on some random pirate ship, I don't remember...but, I began to wander the seas alone, I destroyed a few islands here and there...I did other things too...but anyway...because of this, I was alone for a few years until I found you, all the things I did was out of pure defense, I never wanted to hurt anyone, I just wanted to defend myself...but the government made me a murderer, so everyone ran away or tried to kill me...- YN said, Luffy had a serious expression

reminds me a little of Robin...Nami too...- Luffy said softly, he smiles sweetly, warming YN's heart again

- but, me and the staff know that you are a good person! you have proven that you really are not someone bad! - Luffys said, making YN blush

- I'm happy...didn't want to focus alone anymore-YN smile back

- but, I have many stories to tell, some funny and even scary -

YN was up

- if I'm so bored, I can tell you! - YN said with the same determined smile

- oooh! yeah! - Luffy gets up, they both walk to the dining table, where Alice tells more about her story and adventures

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[lara-cairncross]

April and Fairy!Donnie is definitely a crow-human situation imo.

Like April would 100% give Donnie little trinkets and parts she knows he would love (either bought or found) and he gives April little inventions that he thinks are Genius Built Originals but are just common items.

Like he'll make her a pencil sharpener, a pixie hollow equivalent of a Swiss Army knife, etc.

She doesn't have the heart to tell him that those items already exist but got rid of all her other versions in place of the Genius Built ones.

Donnie finds out about the actual items and tries to sue for copyright infringement

HAHDHSHFH I LOVE THIS IDEA THATS SO CUTE

As an added bonus, I like to think that the inventions Donnie builds are just like. Unintentionally tiny. One of my favorite character traits of Donnie's is that he's a very detail-oriented person, but constantly fails to see the big picture-- so I can just imagine him going through all this trouble to make April this new invention that he knows she needs, and being super proud of himself for figuring it out,,,

,,,only to give it to her and have it be like. The size of a pea in her hand. And April's too fond of Donnie to say anything about it, so she just has this little collection of working miniature devices on her shelf that she occasionally tries to use. I love DNA duo so much oh my GOD

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this essay written by Margaret Renkl, and published in the New York Times:

Just before dark on New Year’s Eve, I filled all the bird feeders, and I didn’t skimp on the good stuff: black nyjer thistle for the finches, two kinds of suet for the woodpeckers, whole peanuts for the crows and the blue jays, a high-protein woodland mix dense with shelled peanuts and sunflower hearts for everybody. The birds would wake to a New Year’s feast. I thought of it as the avian equivalent of the black-eyed peas and greens that the humans in the house would be eating for good luck later in the day. In 2025 we will be needing all the luck we can get.

I confess I wasn’t thinking only of the birds when I set out that banquet. According to birding tradition, the first bird you see on New Year’s morning is your theme bird for the year. It’s a game, really, not a true tradition, but it can be instructive to ponder what that first bird’s traits might teach us about the world or ourselves, and I was seeding the field for a fine first bird. A crow for wit and wile, perhaps? A wren for curiosity? A house finch for sociability or a goldfinch for renewal?

There is so much natural food in our yard — drupes and berries and grubs and the like — that I don’t hang out bird feeders except during winter. Even then, visits to our feeders are scant, except in the early mornings. If I took care to put my glasses on before I pulled the curtains open, I would see my first bird well enough to identify it. Some years I forget, and my first bird is a blur of wings and a departing rump.

On the very coldest mornings, birds tend to be both still and quiet, conserving energy to keep warm. Last year I looked for an hour before I saw my first bird. This New Year’s Day dawned very cold, too, and the wind, though light, was bitter. I saw no birds when I opened the bedroom curtains, but I had better luck peering through the glass of the back door: Two northern cardinals — a male and a female — were sheltering in a dead sapling beside our deck.

Male cardinals’ vibrant red color, black mask and jaunty crest are beloved among even those who have little interest in birds, but I prefer the more muted colors of the females. This one was impossible to photograph among the drab branches of the dead tree, but her mate was keeping watch over her, and she was likewise keeping watch over him.

Cardinals have many symbolic associations that make them especially resonant first birds on New Year’s Day. For Christians, they represent the blood of Christ and therefore sacrifice and redemption. The persistence of their pair bond across seasons and the male’s courtship ritual of feeding the female have made them symbols of devotion. The bereaved often believe the appearance of a cardinal means a loved one is sending a message of reassurance from the beyond, a reminder in grief that those we love have not left us entirely. That we are not alone in a cold, lonely world.

But as I watched these cardinals on New Year’s morning, I didn’t think first of symbols. At the dawn of a year that seems almost certain to make this country into an unrecognizable place, to make this world even less hospitable to birds and everybody else, it turns out I am less interested in symbolic associations than in practicalities.

The new administration, led by a felon who tried to overturn the results of a fair election, has pledged to deport 11 million undocumented immigrants, using military force if necessary, and end constitutionally protected birthright citizenship. He intends to permit more drilling on federal lands and to roll back regulations intended to limit environmental poisons and greenhouse gases. And all of that is only the beginning.

Seeing those cardinals watching over each other, I wondered: What can I, too, do to be more watchful? To take more care?

Birds don’t exist to serve as symbols, and yet they can’t help meaning something to the symbol-making species watching them through a window or a storm door. On this Inauguration Day that brings no hope for help from elected officials to address climate change or to protect vulnerable species, including our own, the living world is showing us what to do: In the dark days already gathering, we will need to do our best to look out for one another and for the creatures we love.

[vforvalensa]

clementine is like the divine cycle equivalent of one of the real pea brained green lanterns. the same way hal jordan gets a the ability to make physical constructs of anything he can possibly imagine and all he does with it is makes big dumb green hands all day, clementine gets the ability to will beings of pure non subjective existence and all she does with it make muppet monsters

[myboxofcookies]

Meet the Eternal Sugar fankids (the ones separated from her in the late Mother’s Day art)

After their mother was sealed away, the twins were taken under the wings of the Celestials/CRK equivalent of heaven. But eventually they were separated as Sweet Pea had more demonic-leaning powers from their mother when they were still young. Sweet Pea then was raised in the Underbread/CR equivalent of hell and uses his powers to seduce cookies to gain power from him while Sweetheart became part of the angelic choir with her heavenly harp.

They do eventually reunite as adults, but their origins were kept a mystery to both of them. That was until Eternal Sugar gained her new body and both twins have dreams to seek a garden of eternal happiness.

Brief info:

Sweetheart Cookie is like her name, a sweet cookie that wants the best for everyone. She would’ve gone in a similar path as her mother had previous events in her life not teach her that her own happiness is important too (another story for another time). Sweetheart can play her harp to help heal and summon musical notes to attack (acts as a Rear Support).

She gets along with her brother, although worries and keeps an eye on him. And so far she’s the only one he listens to whenever Sweet Pea gets aggressive.

Sweet Pea Cookie uses his charm and looks to tempt cookies into learning dark magic, however this face is merely one he puts on for his job. In reality he’s a cookie that rather minds his own business and uses his seduction powers only when he needs to, but he does have fun causing mischief here or there. His offensive magic has him grow sweet pea flowers that could grow and enchant foes (is a Middle Ranged/Magic unit).

He worries more about his sister than he lets on, especially if they were to reunite with their mother later on.

[snap-oversteer]

Drift sleeps like the princess and the pea, he's got two fans on making white noise, an eye mask and ear plugs (or whatever the equivalent is lol) and a PILE of blankets on top of him, all for him to complain about the lack of sleep he got that night

its either this or sleeping naked (or whatever TF equivalent of that) at a random ass place, then waking up saying thats the best sleep he had in centuries, no in between