#He'd make noodles as a hobby..

[mugichansunflower]

Still going feral at this Mithrun, more people should draw him like this, I need to draw him like this when I have time......

I love how people keep giving him stuff to stays hydrated, my poor withered boy...

[noahtally-famous]

hot take (maybe??? idk how much of a "hot" take this is lmao):

out of the two of them: dave's good at cooking, but shawn's better at baking

[hwangskitten]

it's all fluff but minors still don't interact just because

look at his cute face that I wanna squish

reader is a shy emotional girlie

you were spending the night in your boyfriend's dorm. your relationship was new and though you wanted to spend quality time with him, you were too nervous to be alone, so he invited you over when some of the members and their partners were gonna have a movie night.

minho was considerate. as a boyfriend, he was a little different than how he appeared in front of the cameras. sure, his love language was teasing, but knowing how sensitive you were to words, especially his, he was being extremely sweet.

the movie was ready over and the other members had left to their rooms. you were comfortably cuddling with minho, your head on his shoulder, his hand in your hair, caressing it gently.

"we can go to bed if you're tired kitten."

"I'm a little tired but... I don't feel like sleeping yet. can we cook something?"

he chuckled at your timidly asked question. "we can, but stay quiet okay? we don't wanna wake up the others." you nodded.

it wasn't a secret that minho was good at cooking and it happened to be one of your favorite hobbies. you'd wanted to do it with him for a while now. this was the perfect opportunity.

"ramen is okay right?" he asked as he turned on the heat to boil water.

"anything is fine. I'm not really hungry."

"yeah? are you just coming up with excuses to spend time with me then?"

minho put his hands on your waist as he stood behind you and kissed your shoulder, making you giggle.

"you're distracting me baby. I'm cooking."

"alright then, I'll be over here until you're done."

he went to sit on the counter to watch you. it was so adorable how you got flustered by the smallest thing he did. you were blushing just because he was around.

there was one more thing he had come to adore about you. it was the way you subconsciously needed to be praised by him for every little thing and he found it absolutely fascinating. there it was again, with everything you did during your little cooking session, you'd turn to him, tell him what you did and look at him with stars in your eyes so that he'd say you did good.

you turned off the head and placed the noodles in a bowl. putting it on the counter next to minho.

"done so well pretty girl." he pulled you in between his now spread thighs, leaning down to kiss you.

"but nothing tops your sweet lips."

[bamsara]

#49. “Is somebody jealous?” If you feel like it 🤙

Sun-Centric, Moon at the end. | Wordcount: 1,763 | A03 Version

Romantic-leaning.

Taking advantage of the fact that my Sun cannot lie, so he either deflects or avoids the question, while Moon is more blunt. Takes place in ARC 2 (Moon reinstated as DCA, restrictions taken off Sun)

(Also, consider this a draft crumb for a future chapter of Solar Lunacy, so, spoilers. You may see a similar scene in the actual fic later.)

He's the father of one of the children; the boy who's got a obsession with Monty, even shares the same hairstyle and sunglasses as the animatronic, although his parent is a bit duller as you'd expect: Confident guy, cleaned up and usually wearing dull sweaters with dark hair. Used to wear glasses but just wears contacts anymore, and he's got a arm tattoo of a skeleton riding a motocycle under his sleeves hidden by the clothing so it's not an issue at his job.

You don't learn this things of free will, by the way. The guy just really likes to talk to you past departure time whenever you're the one checking the kids out at the door. He's a rabbler, that one, and it goes quickly from a refreshing casual conversation to a realization that he was staying at touch over his welcome.

Sun usually comes to your rescure, in the oddest of ways, sometimes.

Sometimes he'll come up behind you, shoo you off to go collect some other child for another parent while he 'verifies' the parent's identity (which you know is bollocks, since the father picks up the same boy every day he's dropped off and the little troublemaker never had an issue recognizing the guy)

Other times he'll yell something about children knocking over a tower, or throwing ballpit toys or pool noodles, and despite knowning damn well he can handle them well enough, you'll excuse yourself to go take care of the scene without coming off as rude to the customer.

Really, you don't want to come off rude to a Pizzaplex guest. You're not exactly sure where you're job stands as it is. You're not going to take any risks of a complaint.

It takes a little bit longer this time. A child is currently sobbing over a skinned knee they got from rough housing in the pizzaplex while you're at the doors checking out the troublemaker and the twins to their respective parents. The mothers of the twins collect their boys, bid you a good day and leave well enough. The father of the troublemaker, as usual, lingers even after his name is marked off the list.

"Gettin' pretty cold out, aint it?" He says, pulling a small phone out of his pocket and handing it to the boy. His son takes it, and is busy with a mobile game quicker than you can blink. "Not gonna be much longer until Christmas."

You smile. Sun is busy comforting the child in the back end of the Daycare, so you'll have to navigate this conversation on your own. "Yep. Look's like we'll be as busy as ever."

It's carefully chosen words, and you watch the reaction in his face as you say them. It seems to be the correct choice, because something in his face steels. "Yeah, yeah. Say, you got any hobbies outside of this place?"

A casual, nonformal shrug. "I spend most of my time here, actaully."

"Oh, I gotcha." He chuckles. "Getting tired of hanging around robots yet?"

"Not really." Still smiling, gotta keep up apperances. "They're actaully great friends of mine."

Something shifts in the man's expression. Not in the way that makes you think he'd suddenly think less of you to like hanging around robots, but like he's just unlocked some sort of secret backstory lore for his favorite character in a video game, and you're the npc. "Oh, really? That's pretty cool of you. You know, I work with a couple robots myself. Over at the office." He talks like he's bragging you have something in common. "Takes out the trash and gets the coffee. Like interns, but you don't have to pay em."

Your smile stretches a bit thin. "They do good work. My friend Sun might need my help in a moment."

It's a light excuse, one that doesn't seem likes it's going to work because you don't hear a child crying anymore, and Sun isn't anywhere to be seen from a glance around the Daycare. The father interjects again. "Oh, yeah. Lanky guy, isn't he?"

"He's probably getting things ready for naptime." You turn to step away from the door. "I should go get the blankets-"

Your step away seems to activate something in him. "Oh, wait! Before you're busy. Didn't mean wanna impose, but would you-?"

A flash of yellow, reds and oranges comes into your vision rather quickly in the corner of your eye, and Sun is there (thank god) with a toddler curled up in his arms. She's already sleeping, and he's careful the beads in her hair don't press inbetween where her head rests against his chassis, and talks in a whisper-yell. "Heelllooooooo, there!"

The father looks a bit startled to seem him for a second before his composure returns, and you try not to look visably relieved. "Everything under control?"

"You betcha!" Sun manages to be loud and quiet at the same time, a feat only he can achieve, and turns to the father and his son standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry, but the Daycare will have it's naptime soon, so we'll be turning off the lights and trying to keep to our inside voices." He talks calm, assertive. "Is there anything else I can help you with before you go?"

This seems to work, the father blows air through his nose in semblance of a sigh, and shrugs. "Ah, nah. We've got it here." He turns to you to say the goodbye, though. "See you around."

You and Sun speak in unison as the pair leaves. "Have a Faztastic day!"

The door shuts behind the man and his son, and you feel the tension leave from your shoulders. Children are already getting into their mats and blankets on their own (save for two that are trying to fit into one sleeping bag so they can nap together, but you don't break them up or else they have nightmares) and you don't see much else for you to do other than to turn the lights off.

Sun holds the sleeping toddler in one arm, a hand coming up to gently cover her ears with the other. "Bit of a talker, that one."

"It's not like he's doing anything wrong." You shrug, setting your clipboard on the security desk. "Just chooses the worst time. I mean, like, c'mon. I'm at work here. I can't chat with people at the door."

"Would you prefer outside the Pizzaplex?" The animatronic asks. He doesn't look as nervous when you approuch the light switch anymore. Well, usually. "I'm sure he'd like that."

You don't reach for the light switch yet; doing so mid conversation would be rude, but you still raise a brow. "Sounding a little suspisious there, Sunny."

"Suspisious." He repeats, scoffing. "His intentions are plain as day! And I'm the day! Look at me! I'm telling you. Right now."

It's playful behavior, and the way he sounds when it's flared up is a little funny, so you cross your arms and lean against the wall next to the light switch. "Okay? What if I like the attention?"

Sun's smile thins. "Oh, we doubt that."

"But what if you're wrong? Would it be so bad?" You're teasing him, obviously, that much is clear. You can tell by the look on your friend's face that he's two seconds away from rolling his eyes (or maybe he is already, and you just can't see the pupils) but you're allowed to poke at the Daycare Attendant every now and then. "Maybe we'll never know because you keep chasing him off."

"I would gasp right now, dramatic and awful, but the childern are trying to sleep." Sun sounds incredbably deadpan. "And I'm not going to entertain your theatrics-"

"My theatrics?" You give a short laugh. "The last time he was doing this, you pretended to fall and break a leg so I could excuse myself to 'repair' you."

Sun holds up one finger to you. "And yet you still came running!"

"...Boo."

"There will be no 'booing' in the daycare-"

"Oh, boo. You just don't want me to get a date cause you'd miss me." You snort.

Sun looks like he's about to say something, then goes quiet, face static. You grin. The girl he's holding hasn't stirred yet, but knowning him, he's probably holding back for her sake to defend himself. He only does so after a moment. "Teasing and bullying is not allowed in the Daycare either, or do you think you're always excluded from rules?"

"So you would!" You laugh, and cover your mouth with your hand so it doesn't make so much noise. "And please, you let me get away with so much-"

Sun looks esasperated. "Against our will."

"What are you, jealous?" You continue, and miss the visible stillness that takes over the animatronic when you talk. White pupils deadpan at you and you snicker. "What? Nothing to say? Is somebody jealous?"

You chuckle as the Daycare Attendant stares at you, smiling but silient. It's fun to tease him, but it's about time you let him get back to work before you waste time, and you reach for the light switch, still leaning back agaist the wall. "Alright, alright. I'm done. Let's get-"

A hand reaches out over yours, pressing it against the light switching flipping it off as your fingers are locked underneath it's own. You pause, gaze dropping from the lightswitch and traveling back in front of you towards the animatronic as the lights in the Daycare go out.

The switch happens differently each time, but better times like this, it's a blink, and the Daycare Attendant went a far cry from hiding away each time to this; unwaving eyecontact, leaning int a little too close for comfort as colors change and the pressure on your hand feels a touch sharper.

"Yes." Moon says, deadpan.

You blink. "Uh."

"Blankets." His hand drops from the light switch, from your hand, and adjusts his grip on the still sleeping toddler in his other arm.

The small-talk of an animatronic leans away from you, and casually, turns the opposite direction towards the children who were either half-asleep on their mats already, or quite excited to see him. You watch as the animatronic finds a open mat to tuck the toddler into, mummering quiet hushes to the children around him as he busies himself with his duties.

Well, you might have lost that one. You retrieve the blankets from the supply closet, using your hands to scrub at the warmness in your face when he's not looking.

[fawnfictions]

Saw the thing of the monkie trio with reader who falls asleep in random places and.... can I ask for the same but with Red Son?

Platonic is fine but..... maybe also a lil bit romantic? :3

sleepier findings

— red son x gn!reader

ofc ofc ;P

i'm actually happy you requested red boy for this, this'll be fun hehe

;; romantic, fluff, no warnings.

RED SON

- the first time he finds you sleeping in some weird location, he sputters and his brain short circuits.

- what... what are you doing, sleeping in a GUTTER?

- he is IMMEDIATELY picking you up and taking you to either his house, or yours.

- don't worry, if yours is closer, he has a spare key ;))

- he's very concerned about your wellbeing, though; similarly to MK, he'll be worried that you aren't sleeping properly, or that you lack the proper vitamins that you need.

- prepare to be bombarded with questioning when you wake up.

- listen,, he just wants to be certain that you're okay <//3

- will scold you if you're sleeping somewhere public,, like if he ACTUALLY found you in a mf'ing gutter, he'd lose his temper a little, "You could've fallen into the Spider Queen's lair! And you're clothes are all dirty—you don't know what's touched the gutter!"

- after a while, he'll start keeping a closer eye on you, and checking up on you in case you've put yourself in danger.

- if you fall asleep in bad places a little too many times, he'll make you promise to be more careful.

- but, the times he finds you in safer places, like in Pigsy's Noodles or in his own house, and he's a lot calmer about it.

- call him weird for it, but he likes to stare at you as you sleep; you look so peaceful, and he adores the little expressions you unconsciously make.

- if he's been in his workshop all day, where you've kept him company off to the side, and he turns around about to call it quits for the evening and you're asleep?

- he might give in to the possibility of cuddles.

- ONLY at times like these, though; he's got a reputation to keep up as the Demon Bull King's son, and he can't be caught slacking like that ❌❌

- either way, he'll sneak a kiss on your head, though.

- if anyone catches him doing it and points it out, he'll fluster SO BADLY and nearly drop you.

- cue him yelling, causing you to stir, and shutting himself up in fear of waking you.

- he will go off at anyone who dares to even threaten waking you up, you need your sleep? you're GETTING your sleep >:(

- he'd be a great cuddle buddy, though.

- but he's reluctant to—Red Son hesitates with PDA in general, he's going to be very unsure about any sort of cuddling.

- it's easier to convince him if he's been busy all day, or if he was particularly annoyed about something/someone.

- he's very warm, given that he's a fire demon, and it is WONDERFUL for winter, horrible for summer.

- you'll wake up hot and sweaty in the worst ways, but you'll fall asleep like a baby.

With a sigh and a wipe to his forehead to rid it of a buildup of sweat, Red Son admired his work. He had spent all day tinkering in his workshop, busy on producing a vehicle to counter the Monkey King's little successor.

As much as he cherished inventing as a hobby and a skill, without you to keep him company, he'd definitely be far from completing it; easily growing bored when working on the same part for hours. Your wilful chattering and teases were keeping him sane, albeit that he constantly comments that it 'distracts' him.

Speaking of you, he realised that you hadn't spoken a word for the past ten minutes. Whilst you may have simply gotten distracted by another of his creations, he knew you well-enough to be doubting the chances of him turning around to you being anything but conscious.

And, as expected, he whipped his head around from where his back was facing you, attention caught on closed eyes and light breaths.

Lo and behold, your body—on the floor, curled up around the leg of a chair that he kept down here on the, not unusual, occasions that you would join him. The position didn't seem particularly... Uncomfortable, as your head was supported by the cushioned seat of the chair, but Red Son couldn't imagine that the concrete floor would be as soft.

Whilst tutting at your state, he stepped towards you. Leaning down, Red Son wrapped his arms under your legs and across your back, supporting your head in the crook of his neck. He couldn't lie; he loved carrying you, it boosted his ego to hold you like the innocent mortal you were.

He briefly gave a light kiss to your forehead, smiling down at your peaceful expression and holding back coos at the quiet snores you let out. He continued to the door, pushing in open with his foot and electing to finish up and close it later on. He had more pressing matters to attend to, at the moment: you.

You, who had softened his heart enough to lead to him carrying you towards his own bedroom with the intent of sneaking a cuddle in with you. A light blush dusted his cheeks, somewhat embarrassed at the prospect of snuggling to you whilst you were already asleep.

It wasn't as if you hadn't consented to it; countless times had you awoken, playfully scolding Red Son for not cuddling up to you to 'keep you warm', or to 'protect you from the bed bugs'.

Therefore, as he gently placed you atop his mattress, stealing another kiss from your forehead, he moved to the opposite side and pushed himself close to you. Red Son pulled the blanket up, ensuring the both of you were equally covered and that you seemed comfortable enough.

His face only grew hotter; carefully gathering you in his arms. Unconsciously, you grasped his shirt in your sleep, shortening the distance between your bodies until he was pressed up against you. He barely held himself back from stuttering at you.

Accepting his fate, albeit never planning on rejecting it, Red Son wrapped his arm over your side and felt you nuzzle your face into his chest. The exhaustion he felt from his hard work, matched with the peacefulness you seemed to radiate, he, too, found himself drifting to sleep. With red cheeks and a genuine lift of his lips, Red Son slipped out of consciousness with you in his arms.

[lateraniansweets]

okay hear me out hear me out

Nai learning how to cook for you.

Millions Knives, big scary Plant man busting out one of those how-to-cook-for-beginners cookbooks and attempting to cook you a meal.

Since he himself doesn't it he doesn't quite Get It. Like why do humans spend so much energy and resources to prepare their food? Why are there certain foods that are meant for this and that occasion?

Still, he tries his best to whip something up and he decides to go with something he deems suitable. Think, a dish that's delicious but not too complicated to make.

At some point, while preparing a meal he's low-key questioning his sanity because again big scary Plant man is trying to cook for a human. Ew.

(Nai is smitten and down bad but he'd rather die than admit that.)

He won't burn down the kitchen or something but he'll accidentally damage the counter once or twice while chopping something up.

His name is literally Millions Knives, HE CAN MAKE A MILLION KNIVES but he's subpar at using kitchen knives. If he's cutting up potatoes or carrots into squares it'll look like shit fr.

Nai will set the table up all fancy once he's done cooking.

Though he only sets up one plate and that's for you and for you only. He doesn't eat, eating is below him.

(He is watching you eat happily wee)

Eventually, cooking becomes a regular thing for you. Sometimes you'd do it together with Nai doing the meal prep and dishes while you did the actual cooking.

Sometimes and I mean SOMETIMES Nai does eat something and its usually pastas or noodles.

Man hates the feeling of chewing or eating in general so consider it a miracle that he even CHOSE to eat.

He does pick up baking at some point and you guys had banana (are banana's even a thing in trigun) bread for WEEKS.

Overall, he's a great cook but don't expect him to make his own variations/recipes.

OKAY THAT WAS LOWKEY A MESS BUT I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT. this might be ooc but who cares knives needs a hobby that isn't ominously playing two person piano pieces in this weird space onesie as he plans the destruction of humankind.

[starfish-sonnyangel]

so bored you might... come out of fanfic retirement? you must be really really bored,,,

squad's favorite terran foods in your hcs?

-from @auroracycle-enjoyer

guess who has two thumbs and is working on this instead of their lit final! 🤗🤗🤗

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! again please please ask me things i promise ill respond even if it takes me a couple months lmao!

he squads fav terran foods

ty - 

had a gym rat phase during the academy so for like 3+ years he was literally only considering how much protein a certain food had not how it tasted or anyyyything

seasoning? we dont know her here

if you ask him he’ll probably say salad (he’s lying)

auri introduced him to pizza and he’s hooked

fav is margarita bc he likes to pretend that the basil add some nutritional value

auri

SOUPPP SOUP SOUP

ugh i just need her to curl up with a good book and music and a bowl of soup she deserves it

literally any kind of soup as long as its hot n served with some kinda bread

loves chicken noodle/irish stew/really heavy soups like that bc it reminds her of what her mom used to cook

also egg drop soup, oxtail, lanzhou beef noodles, all the stuff her dad used to make

give her a mug of chicken noodle and some sourdough and she’ll literally love you forever.

its canon from aurora rising that she likes spicy food so i know she loads allll her food up with spice

everyone’s learned to not ask for a bite of her soup if they dont need to give their sinuses a deep cleanse

ty was the first to learn the hard way, snuck a sip of her food secretly and 2 minutes later was curled up on the floor with a box of tissues and a jug of milk

“ty are you cryin-” “IM NOT CRYING SHUT UP MY EYES ARE WATERING”

again, he’s not a big seasoning guy

Scar

any kind of pasta

she got really into making fresh pasta during the academy, bc she obviously needed a hobby to fill up all the time she spent not studying

is lwky a pasta prodigy can lecture you on any type of pasta

her favorite kind is fusilli (“because it’s extra, like me!”)

also a pesto fanatic

goes vegan at least 4 times each year

her current record is 2 weeks

sweet treats!!

fav cake is tirmisu

can always be trusted to have a snack tucked away in her bag

Fin

survives off energy drinks and caf, you wouldn’t really call him a foodie

that being said, he’s a sucker for a good sandwich

clean, compact, won’t get into his suit, tastes good, sandwiches check off all necessary boxes

would sell his suit for a good turkey panini

took him a while to get used to terran food but he is now a confirmed fan

with that being said he cannot cook

once set off the fire alarms across the entire academy after forgetting about a baguette he had toasting in the kitchen

i feel like he'd also be straegly obbsessed with random terran snacks like goldfish and graham crackers

is a FIEND for those yougurt chew things that are for babies

"fin, two go-gurts and a family sized bag of chex mix is not a well-rounded dinner"

looooves those nerd gummy clusters

to be completely honest he'll eat literally anything if he's hungry enough

as previously stated i need to get on my academic grind so ill be completing everyone else soon, just wanted to get this out bc i havent posted in a while

this was so much fun to do, thanks again to @auroracycle-enjoyerfor the ask!

[zhongrin]

G I X Y D

:)

selfship a-z ask game ->

cw. slight angst on "I"

G - Greetings what was their first meeting like?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 this fic hahaha

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 at al haitham's grandmother's house, while the adults are chatting over teatime: "what'cha reading?" "…. a book." "…. fair enough. *proceeds to take a book from the shelf and reads it beside him*"

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 "*is especially nervous bc oh no he's hot* hello, your grace." "oh, hi. *notices i'm trembling like a pitiful wet dog* haha, relax, i don't bite." "*dies a little inside* y-yes, your grace...."

I - Imagine what do they imagine their futures together like?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 all contracts comes to an end eventually, once the conditions are fulfilled ー and the same goes for ours. but until then, he'll just enjoy walking in the long winding path that is an immortal's life. maybe a few kids, watch over our descendants, be awed at the technological advancements of liyue… as they say, when the boat gets to the bridge-head, it will naturally go straight.

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 we're both chronic planners, so we have regular talks about it and therefore a clear plan on what we want or not want to do in the future. married, preferably two kids, a nice pension plan, some savings in the bank, adopt a dog when the kids leave the nest, enjoy retirement reading books and doing whatever nerdy hobbies we want to enjoy.

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 this man keeps telling himself not to dream too high lest it all crash down horribly at the end. honestly, with his past i think a part of him desperately wants a happy little family of his own, but the other half is so afraid he'll fuck it all up because he's never really truly experienced familial love. but deep in his heart he really just wants a resemblance of a normal life ー he knows his situation isn't ideal, but he wants a little family he can care for and be surrounded with as his fists get weaker and he passes down the title of the fortress' administrator to a suitable successor.

X - X-ray how do they help the other if they’re sick or tired?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 he's big on acts of service and words of affirmation, so he'll brew a pot of osmanthus tea and either sits me down to relax (if i'm tired) or tuck me in to bed (if i'm sick). househusband material, will cook and do all the chores flawlessly. liwei and liwen (especially the former) tries to sneak past him to cuddle with me, but he'd scoop up the littol noodles and distract them somehow ᰔᩚ

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 makes sure to tick all the steps in 'how to care for a sick person' book. but also he takes all the things that his grandparents do for him whenever he got sick ᰔᩚ like making me soup and (if i plead enough times) humming a calming lullaby to help me sleep hehe

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 makes sure that i'm taking time off from work, calls sigewinne for a home visit, and most of all, if i have fever, he'd personally use his hand as a cold compress. none of the staffs in the fortress of meropide would ever imagine they'd hear an excuse "sorry, can't come to work today, i need to be my wife's compress." from their administrator but they let him skip work since they know he deserves the rest anyway :3

Y - Yes who would propose? What would the proposal be like?

answered here ->

D - Danger how do they react to finding out the other person is in trouble?

...... *squints* i seem to remember answering a selfship ask game with this prompt last time...

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 if it's within liyue, i'd like to think that he'd know almost immediately, but if not, it would be a little more complicated. depending on the severity of said danger... hmm.... well.... let's just say he wouldn't take it just lying down....

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 have we ever seen al haitham truly furious or 'panicked' in-game? (mmm that azar cutscene... yummy... but i mean that's him acting mad so does it count??) i'd like to think that he still tries to be rational, figure out a way to handle things efficiently... but push a man hard enough and he'll break eventually. just remember what they say about the quiet/calm ones...

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 ohohoho- ahem. i mean, we've seen it in his story quest. man takes action immediately. will throw a few punches if need be. if the duke wants somebody dead, he needs no justification. understood? ˙ ᵕ ˙

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Dearly Beloved (5)

In which your stalker finally makes contact.

Tags/Warnings: I do not condone any of Jungkooks questionable actions, this is fiction, soft Yandere!Jungkook, stalking, criminal actions (trespassing, stealing), obsession, he's really not quite right in the head, mc is kind of stupid for not involving police but wbk

Additional Chapter Warnings: creepy texting?

Chapter Length: mid/short

A/N: thank you for reading ♡

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You're sitting at home, the shiny black smartphone in hand, as you stare at it, waiting.

He's dropped it in your mailbox, given it to you to 'take the next step', as he'd written in the letter accompanying the small box containing the device. You've already snooped around a little, noticed that certain apps and functions seem to be locked- and it makes sense. He's always been careful not to reveal too much at might, info he gives away always rather vague and almost teasing.

And then, the phone vibrates.

A message pops up.

A contact by the name of 'JK' has sent in a simple message through an app you've never seen before. It's rather bland, but it's not that what peaks your interest; it's his words that do.

[I'm sorry it took so long]

[I had to make sure everything was working perfectly, before you could have it]

[And I also needed to.. Somehow find the courage]

You read his words carefully, before you reply to him that it's completely fine. That you're happy you're now abke to talk more directly to him- before you catch yourself realizing how dangerous this is right after sending the message. But he's already typing- and your curiosity moves all worries to the side.

[You're so sweet]

[Are you taking good care of yourself?]

You lay on the couch, texting back without thinking how stressful work has been for the past few days. It's the truth; you haven't even had time to talk to Jungkook at all due to the rough deadlines they'd given you recently. You joke that you're more or less surviving on instant noodles, but he doesnt seem to take it with as much humor as you do.

[Please look after yourself]

[your job isn't worth the sacrifice of your health]

[I wish I could cook]

[I should learn it]

[I could leave you meals in front of your doors to eat after work]

You giggle to yourself as you read his excited messages, feeling oddly cared for already by someone telling you they'd take on a difficult hobby such as cooking just to take care of you. It's an odd feeling. It's odd to you to feel wanted.

Maybe that's why you're so.. Attached to him.

Because he wants you.

Growing up, it's always just been expectations thrown at you, never any understanding for the things and aspirations you would have. Everyone always just told you what to do, what to be, what to become. And then 'JK' showed up, gave you attention for who you were, became interested and obsessed with you, and not what you could be.

Maybe that's why you're not scared of him.

He's never done any harm to you at all, at the end of the day. He's always been more concerned for your well being than anything else, never stepping further than you'd let him. It made you feel totally in control of the situation, no matter what anybody else would say.

Though, his next messages certainly made you shudder a bit- reminding you that he's not a friend, but still someone unknown watching you at all times.

And that he might be closer than you'd think.

[Now go to bed, darling]

[I can see your lights are still on ♡]

[heckthis-heckallofthis]

CaWF characters and (in my opinion) their cooking skills

Squad leader: The food he makes is absolutely amazing, very good and very healthy. He does not compromise on his nutrition as it's important to him. 10/10 he only eats outside if he's lazy to cook

2145: He does not care at all for how good, healthy or appealing his food is. It's whatever. He would eat a raw egg whole for breakfast, he would ask you if you want one too. Worst case scenario 2/10 best case scenario 5/10

IM1235: Decent, she could make a meal and it would be pretty good. As a red blood cell her sweetness tolerance is higher than most, so her dishes are probably very sweet. 8/10 kinda dishes if you don't mind the glucose

Reg T: Doesn't cook a lot but she probably wouldn't mess up if you gave her a recipe. She doesn't really know what to add to a dish to make it any better or what to avoid so it doesn't become worse. 6/10 at least it's edible and you won't hate it too much

HT: His taste for food is insane. He can make food that he enjoys but if you tried it you would question everything you know about him. 2/10 order your own food than rely on him.

B Cell: Surprisingly good, he would get infinitely more maidens if he were to show them his cooking skills rather than invite them to parties or the like, he can do both baking and cooking, very good for him. 8/10 in general

Memory Cell: I'd imagine he was the one who taught B cell his skills, prefers bitter tastes over sweet ones, 7-9/10 depending on how similar your taste is to his

Mast Cell: Terrible. He can only do cup noodles. All his effort goes into Cellor-sun, not self preservation. 1/10 if you were to make him make an actual dish.

Eosinophil: I like to imagine she can bake pretty well, but her cooking is more or less average. Baking 10/10 cooking 6/10

NK: She is prepared for every scenario her little head can think of, taught herself cooking because what if she gets stranded and lost out in the wilderness?! 7/10 She will not risk herself dying from food poisoning

Dendritic Cell: Surprisingly horrendous. You do not expect a sweet guy who has good sewing and knitting skills be this bad at cooking, so it makes it all the more worse. 0/10 always eats with his colleagues who can cook or goes outside to eat.

M cell: A bartender who sells food on the regular definitely knows how to do it. Maybe his depression dampened his skills but it's very good, the bad reviews on his shop never mention the cooking, only his personality after all. 10/10 KT is on par with him which is why he only asks KT to help him at the bar sometimes.

3033: If you gave him the recipe, he'd find a way to mess up something (he doesn't even know how it goes wrong). He gets frustrated at it so he doesn't do it that much, at least he can make instant noodles with a few extra bits here and there. 3/10, he wishes he could do something about it.

Cross: Surprisingly very good. Maybe it's a hobby of his, maybe it's just him trying to imitate his squad leader, who knows. Good at improvising with ingredients, especially since the budget at the T cell station is so limited, he has to make whatever work. 9/10 he could somehow make bacteria taste decent

[sapphire-strikes]

▪︎Some LEGO Monkie Kid Headcanons!▪︎

It took me long enough to get around to making one of these considering how fiercely I got attached to this series, but here we finally go!

Part 1 Part 2

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• Tang works part-time at one of Megapolis' libraries.

• Before he actually got the job, he used to spend ALL of his time there (bouncing between there and Pigsy's Noodles as his regular hangouts) and was notoriously a menace to the staff. Think, holding up the front desk for ages to prattle on to the librarian about the books he was checking out, reorganizing entire shelves based on his own "educated" opinion of how they should be arranged and waiting outside the doors for them to open only have to be asked to leave when it was time to close.

• Unfortunately, it was a classic case of the regular who thinks they're beloved, while in reality, the librarians would play rock-paper-scissors to decide who had to check him out. Even those assigned to reshelving returned books when he was there would do so stealthily because as soon as he caught sight of one of them he'd stop whatever he was doing to stroll up and talk for hours.

• And you, of course, can bet he had all of their first names memorized and referred to them as such exclusively.

• The staff had a love-hate relationship with him for the longest time because while he was infamously annoying most of the time, he also did an unnecessary amount of work when he was there. This included putting books back that were left out by other patrons, properly reorganizing shelves, picking up trash, and even beating the librarians themselves to shushing and lecturing unruly patrons

• Tang is far from motivated to actually work and has little to no desire to hold a job at all but when a spot opened up, he applied quickly and got the job because he was literally the first and only person to actually apply. It is only part-time, and he puts in very few hours, probably just working weekends, but it works well with his lifestyle, and he's very content. He was unemployed before, so at least he makes rent now. When he does come into extra cash he spends it all eating out, so he never has a lot of money for anything, but it doesn't seem to bother him because the bulk of his hobbies (I.e reading) don't cost him anything with the library at his disposal anyway.

• Tang is principally incapable of throwing away or watching people throw away books, even ones he would never have any interest in reading, so whenever the library has to get rid of any, whether to make room for new editions or simple replace old copies, he ends up taking them home. For this reason, his apartment is a cluttered mess, with stacks of old books that line his walls and reach the ceiling.

• I'm going to project a little here and die on the hill that MK was homeschooled. He just gives that vibe and I'm living for it. It was by Pigsy and Tang, of course, and that's actually how Tang ended up becoming more involved in MK's life.

• For the longest time, Pigsy was extremely protective of MK, keeping him close to home and determined to provide everything for the kid himself. But when MK was old enough to start needing an education, he began to realize how out of his element he actually was. Pigsy is good at a lot of things, but teaching isn't one of them and it was even harder for him to find time to just sit down with the kid and go over anything while he had his shop to run.

• That's when he finally opened up more to Tang about the whole situation. Tang was more than eager to help, having wanted an excuse to interact more with young MK for the longest time anyway. So they set up a routine, and the better part of MK's "school days" were spent at the counter of Pigsy's Noodles, learning with Tang while Pigsy worked.

• And as you can expect, that's exactly where MK inherited his obsession with the Monkey King. Tang has a bias for history and mythology and taught MK more about those than almost anything else.

• Mei was private schooled, and ironically enough, when her and MK first met and started hanging out, Pigsy thought she was a bad influence. That was until one day when he witnessed young Mei fiercely jumping to young MK's defense, and he's been fond of her ever since.

• Personality wise, I think MK and Mei can both fall into the category of "violently" extroverted.

• Mei's the kind of extroverted that thrives on getting out of the house, meeting new people, and spending time in high-energy environments. She gets bored easily when she's alone, and she hates being bored more than almost anything else. However, she isn't completely opposed to alone time every now if she's upset or needs time to decompress.

• MK, on the other hand, while also extremely extroverted, is extroverted in a much more personal sphere. He thrives on the time he spends with his friends, and playing quite literally to the term extrovert, becomes rather low energy and restless when he has to spend any significant amount of time alone. In other words, he gets lonely fast and easily, and he's extremely clingy, but having at least one other person around that he's close to is enough to keep his spirits up.

• Besides Red Son and Macaque, there's not a single solid introvert in the whole main cast. Pigsy's the only ambivert and Wukong only secludes himself from others out of guilt, he's actually extroverted in the exact same way as MK.

[ttimecode]

i see you asked for whismur waif... i offer you 1 5 9 13 14 with jayden.... cold boyfie

dude this made me realize i've literally never talked abt jayden. i posted abt him maybe twice and dipped 😭😭 WELCOME BACK COLD BOY

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

i don't have a last name for jayden oops.... all my s/is dob is same as mine, october 10th (with the exception of reynold bc theres already idv characters that have that bday) also one thing i dont think ppl know is that all my inserts are usually demiboys. either that or just amab ig, whatever fits more 👍 idk how tall jayden would be but... maybe shorter than blake, taller than red? idk the height differences from frostkisses fanart is cute to me

5. does your self insert have any special abilities or skills?

no special abilities except sheer fucking will. for skills ig he'd have any skills a mountain ranger would need? stuff like ice climbing, medical aid, etc. maybe resistance to cold too since. i mean c'mon it's mt. silver HAHAIFJEJ

9. who are your self insert's closest friends?

i gotta remake his team soon but one of the pokemon that just seemed natural that i should keep for him is his houndoom for some reason? she's his best friend ok.... other than that i guess nurse joy since he probably stays at or near the pokecenters for his job. they respect act other's line of work yk.... but now that i think about it, i guess he's kinda lonely up there. huh. interesting

13. does your self insert have any information about their family?

i did have an idea where raiden (s/i for gold (the lost silver one)) was related to jayden but it's not set in stone so. plus the timeline is kinda weird especially for the fnf version of the characters so........ otherwise i haven't really thought abt jayden's family? maybe he writes to them every now and then. maybe he wonders if they miss him or if they're worried about him. but that's the sacrifice he made to take this job, so he can't exactly complain.

(cartridge family pls save him)

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

i haven't thought much about this but i think it would be funny if he liked cooking. even better if it's baking. maybe he got sick of eating cup noodles or smth and wanted to expand on his skills HAHAHAFJEJFN 😭 maybe smth like sewing too? he'd need that kind of skill for like sewing stitches or for any clothes he tears so it makes sense (why am i turning him into a malewife.......)

[shadowxamyweek]

To sonic: sonic, in your opinion who makes the best chili dogs?

Sonic: Wait, a question for me o.O? You caught me at a good time! I'm not normally around here! Just swung out to drop some stuff off at Ames before All Hallows Eve.

[Sonic rubs his hands together, grinning.]

Sonic: And on the subject of chilli dogs, gotta be Tails, no question. I know if he were here, he'd say that Vanilla deserves the credit, but Tails has done a fair bit of tinkering with the recipe and it's become a thing of its own! Guy's a wiz in the kitchen! You should see what he can do with instant noodles!

So I had debated opening up asks for other characters but like- hadn't asked about it, hadn't done anything for it. As such, I just whipped up this image with an official art gif posted by @sonichedgeblog which you can find here. Sorry it's a bit crunchy XD

I consider these character asks a fun way for me to practice individualized dialog and really dig into the thought process of everyone. We've all gotta have a hobby, yeah?

So thanks! This was nice!

(If I get more asks for other characters, I'll put up a poll to see if it's a wanted, permanent thing. If so, I'll make icons and tags for them too.)

[here2bbtstrash]

Jimin keeps saying he needs a hobby but he doesn't want to... And then trails off. I interpret that to mean he doesn't want a big hobby, but a cozy hobby. So I want to knit with Jimin. Make fluffy hats for all the members. Or silly dishcloths with simple pictures on them like logos, or a whale, or a phrase. And watch some dumb shows. Someone will try to eat using knitting needles as chopsticks. Perhaps it's a good time to try knitting noodles? Just a time with soft yarns, some mild but not urgent projects, and hopefully laughter.

this is so sweet pls 🥺 just the two of you rewatching his favorite sappy little movies while you work on your projects, his beak making an appearance as he focuses (or he ends up shouting at the ceiling in frustration if it's not going as planned 💀) - i know he'd be so proud of his and your creations, even if they're lumpy or crooked or not quite what they were supposed to be, they're still beautiful to him 🥰

soft hours!! 🌸 if you could do one (sfw!) activity with one member (or subunit!) of bangtan: who are you with & what are you doing?

[naavispider]

Chapter 19 💙

He could barely wait to get the ukulele back to camp. He didn't address Quaritch as he and Wainfleet returned, but Quaritch noticed the instrument and shot Wainfleet a mixture of confusion and exasperation.

Wainfleet's returning gaze said, 'I know, don't ask.'

Spider jumped over the packs and immediately set about trying to tune the strings - no easy feat out in the forest with no reference point.

One of Spider's few passions was playing the guitar. For as long as he could remember he'd always been trying to strum a tune on the old battered one that lived in the shack, much to the disinterest of the science guys. He'd never say so, but he was pretty decent. One time, Jake had come by the shack and stuck around chatting for a bit with Norm and Max. Spider had of course wanted to be there too, so he bought the guitar into the avatar room to strum in the background. Jake had heard and demanded excitedly that Spider play a song. He'd been so happy to be asked to play something. No one ever really asked, and Spider never really cared.

Jake's eyes lit up as he recognised the song - it was one Spider had found on the extensive library on his tablet, downloaded from Earth.

The grin that spread across Jake's face filled Spider with pride. It was like sunlight filling him up. He couldn't help himself as he grinned back, lazily singing the lyrics and laughing as Jake tried to join in. Norm had no clue but laughed along with them at Jake's terrible singing and Spider's infectious happiness.

Since then, Jake had insisted that Spider play him more of his repertoire, and Spider played for him every time he visited. He even took his guitar to High Camp one time and played for a group of Na'vi kids during a clan party. He'd worked for ages on the translation, but then they found out he could do the English version too and demanded he do that one as well.

Spider smiled as he recalled their starry eyed faces. The guitar had become his thing. The clan had their organ and flutes, which Spider had always felt too other to try and learn. Too much of an outsider. It was a cultural thing that he never had been invited into, but the guitar - that he could do.

Some of his favourite memories growing up had been of Jake visiting and showing him some of his favourite Earth music, recommending songs for Spider to learn.

Those days were gone now.

Spider strummed the G string experimentally. It sounded roughly right, so he moved onto the C string. The ukulele only had four strings, compared to the six he was used to, but he knew the theory.

His fingers formed a rough G chord around the fretboard, which definitely didn't equate to a G on uke, but was still something he could work with. Deciding to work backwards, he hummed the starting C of Tiny Dancer, trying to arrange his fingers into somewhat of a C on a four stringed fret. He found it. He thumbed around for an F next and carried on noodling until his fingers started to ache. It felt so good, for the time being, to just be distracted from everything.

*****

Quaritch watched in astonishment as Spider improvised cautiously to himself, completely enraptured in his new found hobby. He had no idea the boy could play - let alone sing - but it was clear Spider was skilled.

Quaritch didn't recognise the tune as he sat back against the tree. He shared a glance with Wainfleet, who Quaritch knew had been trying with Spider. Fondness for his right hand man swelled in his chest. Wainfleet came over.

"We should move on," he murmured in a low voice, joining Quaritch in watching the boy.

"No. We make camp here again tonight. There's no rush."

Wainfleet was quiet. Perhaps he was wondering why Quaritch was being so soft.

"What is it?" Quaritch asked.

"Nothing Colonel."

"Lyle," Quaritch pressed. "Speak your mind."

"I know he means a lot to you boss. But he knows where the insurgency is. Shouldn't we... use that?"

Quaritch nodded. "I know he does Lyle. But easy does it. He's been through enough."

"That's not what I mean. He's not gonna be any help if he still feels like a prisoner."

Oh. Quaritch was surprised to hear Wainfleet begin to speak of Spider as an ally - as someone they should be affording more time and energy to. What had bought this on? "What are you suggesting?"

"He needs to feel understood. He needs to know we'd have his back and that we can be more helpful to him than Jake Sully."

Quaritch frowned. "That's my game plan."

"And I just wanted to say, I got your back boss. Whatever you need."

Quaritch clapped a hand to his Corporel's back appreciatively. No spoken words of thanks were necessary. The men sat and watched Spider for a few moments more before Quaritch sighed and heaved himself up to sweep the perimeter again.

*****

Savine lay with her hands in Mansk's hair, where they had been playing for the last couple of hours.

Mansk made an appreciative noise as he moved closer, closing his eyes and getting more comfortable.

Budget Tarzan had been playing the guitar for what felt like ages, suddenly seemingly back to normal after his complete meltdown of the previous night. At first the noise was grating, but he had steadily improved.

"Hey kid, you take requests?"

BT replied with the middle finger, and Savine laughed. Mansk opened his eyes and joined in the banter.

"Make it stop!" he wailed sarcastically, not loud enough to be properly aimed at Spider.

Savine bought her head down to Mansk's and smiled into the kiss she placed on his forehead. "Shh, I'll take this over what we had last night."

"Oh yes, that was entertaining! What was it? 'Lizard-lip tramp face' was my favourite."

Savine grinned again. "Asshole," she reprimanded him lovingly. "Didn't you grow up in like, a hut?" Savine called over to Spider.

Spider rolled his eyes.

"Where d'you learn to play?"

"Taught myself, wanker."

"Pfft!" she huffed. "You know I already carry your extra gas, I am not strapping that thing on as well," she warned, nodding at the ukulele.

"I never asked you to carry that shit, dickhead." Spider paused playing to look at her properly. "Now do you mind leaving me alone?" he added an over-the-top sarcastic smile for effect.

"Yeah, yeah," she rebuffed, returning to Mansk's hair and rolling him over.

******

Time seemed to fly by and by the time Spider had nailed a decent version of both Tiny Dancer and Jolene, the recoms were rumbling about dinner.

"Same shit, different day," Savine was moaning while holding up an avatar bar with a disgusted look on her face.

"Hey, get off your ass and find something different then," Fike grinned jokingly, motioning to the abundant fauna surrounding them.

"Hmm," Savine replied unsurely.

Wainfleet dug out a piece of tech and tossed it to Savine. "Bio scanner - get going."

"Yeah, get going Lizard-lip tramp face" Mansk chided.

Savine grimaced but took to the bushes, searching for edibles. It was the first time Spider had seen any of the recoms forage for food. He watched her hopelessly scan every plant she came across. He rolled his eyes; there was banana fruit hanging 15 feet or so above them.

She wasn't seeing it.

He laid down the ukulele and got up, leaping onto the lower branches of the tree to get up to the height of the fruits.

"Hey!" he called down, surprising Savine, Mansk and Wainfleet, who all turned up to locate the source of the noise. "Up here, losers!"

He grabbed the football sized fruit with both of his hands, trying to keep his balance on the branch, and tugged it free. Fike was resting under a tree a few feet away. Spider saw his chance.

He lobbed the fruit straight into the back of his head, smirking when it hit its target with a satisfying squelch.

Fike immediately jumped up as Mansk roared with laughter.

"Asshole!" Fike shouted up, though the twitch of his lips betrayed his sense of humour.

"It's called utumauti, bitch!"

Spider plucked the rest of the bunch of the fruits and threw them carefully to Mansk's waiting hands. He leapt down gracefully and expertly dodged Fike's lunge for him, scampering away up into another tree until the coast was clear.

"Banana fruit," he could hear Savine mumble as she scanned the fruit with the bioscanner. The recoms sat down and started to dig in, so Spider grabbed a specimen for himself and joined them. Banana fruit was one of the few plant species on Pandora that wasn't toxic to humans.

He sat down a few feet away from the group of avatars, keeping his distance but part of the group nonetheless.

He remembered a time not long ago when he had fantasised about poisoning them all with a Fibonacci plant. Why was everything so different now? That had been barely 12 hours ago.

He took a deep breath before shoving the fruit into his mouth. The familiar wash of flavour filled his senses - it tasted sweet and sour at the same time, and the juices dripped deliciously around his mouth. He wiped the mess away eagerly, replacing his mask once the fruit was finished completely.

He only noticed Quaritch and Wainfleet were missing when they returned. They emerged from the bushes talking amicably, and Spider idly wandered what had caused this unusual display of friendliness. Then he saw what Quaritch was carrying. In one hand he grasped his AR, in the other was a large, round, blue berry.

A Yovo berry.

Spider's eyes widened as he realised what Quaritch had been out looking for, and he found himself holding his breath as the recom took a seat next to him. Quaritch sighed heavily before weighing his next words.

"This the right one, right?"

He didn't know what to say. His voice was thick. "Yeah," he just replied.

Quaritch held the berry out to him.

Slowly, Spider took it, wander written all over his face.

"Why d'you get this?"

Quaritch frowned. "You're better with your stripes. You look a little limp without them."

And there it was.

Spider broke open the top of the berry and dipped his fingers into the juice. Over the next few minutes he repainted himself back to his natural state, and with each stripe he felt his confidence return, as if he was growing somehow taller.

"Looking better already!" Quaritch remarked, watching him from the side. "Need a little help there?" he asked, noticing Spider stretching to reach behind his back.

Spider turned, the better to stare at Quaritch. No... he didn't mean...?

He felt fairly sure that Quaritch's intentions were good, but he couldn't imagine those huge, cold hands on his bare skin. Not after they had rugby tackled him, pinned him down, forced his body to submit...

He wouldn't allow it. He repressed a shiver. "Fuck off," he said, though not angrily.

Quaritch sent a smile his way. "Well the offer was there, kid. If you change your mind."

"Sure, thanks," Spider replied, tone laden with sarcasm despite the awkwardness of the conversation.

To breeze over the sticky moment, he stood up suddenly, discarding the empty berry, and crossed to the centre of the circle of recoms, trying to repress his self consciousness about the incomplete stripes on his back.

He picked up the ukulele again, and started to noodle a tune that Jake had recommended once.

He didn't realise it, but as dusk began to fall once more over the camp, the avatars' voices around him quietened, until the only noise came from the 4 strings in Spider's hand, and Spider's soft lyrics.

[fyodorloveclub]

Alright bisch , im doing this

*slams my resume on your desk

K so Hi! I'm Noodles as you know by now and I go by she/they . Currently unemployed and finishing school and 18 years old.

Appearance wise I'm pretty lanky and tall(5'11) with short grey hair and blue eyes. I wear shit ton of hoodies and casual clothes that are more practical than for looks. (Side effect is I have always smth in my pockets like pens or money or gum, it's like Blackhole)

This feels weird talking about personality but hey whatever dhdh. I'm clearly an introvert but surprisingly I can thrive in social events too. I can easily talk to strangers and I would say even charm them if I put my mind to it , it just simply has a limit and after a while I fizzle out and feel like not talking. I like to give people things and help in any way, it brings me more joy than anything which translates into not handling affection well. I'm pretty chill and laid back compared to some people , I don't involve myself into dramas or issues since I prefer to watch afar. Even though I secretly might wanna punch some people who can't take the hint.(Violence is the answer sometimes kids) It's surprising how chill and unbothered I am but when shit goes down and I'm fed up I take the reigns and tell people what to do cause they're indecisive morons. It's not often but it fills me with pride when I can take the lead like this and people believe in me to be leader.

(I did the test but it's confusing a bit? If u know the other personality test I'm an INFP but thats a bit old now)

Some of my hobbies include drawing a shit ton of small doodles but never having the patience to stick with one piece too long. Piloting I would also consider a hobby , and reading and playing video games too in spare time. But lately taking walks has taken a big part in my life I have come to enjoy them too. I do bite my nails a lot unfortunately, old habit eeee

Likes and dislikes sheesh okay uh. I like people who don't lie about their feelings. Hate lies with passion. Those small white lies don't bother me but stuff like hiding your feelings and lying to another person's face whenever u like em or not makes my blood boil. I hate blueberries, lavender and coconut , Oblivious people and of course The current capitalistic system .

I like rats , snakes , birds ,cats and dogs of course . Creating anything brings me joy, whenever it be art , writing or even just ideas. My hands need to keep doing smth and creating is one way to do it. I also like winter and cold somehow , better than heat for sure

(U can go nsfw too but Its not a requirement btw heh)

(And for characters not to match with I don't think I'm comfy with mori much or nikolai sorryy)

Thank you for doing this event hon, and thank you for letting me participate , lov uuuuuuu

⚞ noodles x chuuya ⚟

⋆ ok first of all i know you dont like pink but i think its cute so suck it up

⋆ second of all. i rly wanted to be more creative and give you someone not super obvious but chuuya just works so well like that is ur man

⋆ third of all you will always be shipped with me above anyone else ok u know this

⋆ he is so fucking. gender. and sexy we discuss this often

⋆ above all else you are a fucking people pleaser even to ur own detriment dkfjdkjdf and i truly think chuuya is among the few people who wouldn't abuse this. he'd entertain you because he knows its fulfilling for you, but make sure you arent running yourself dry

⋆ he would indulge in your praise kink at every turn. not even just sexually although he def would be telling you (depending on position/situation) how sexy you look or how good you're being or how good ur fucking him

↣ in everyday life too! how much he appreciates you and how thankful he is for u. behind closed doors this man is so fucking soft no matter how steely he acts in front of others.

⋆ chuuya will so let you peg him in fact he will request this

⋆ chuuya is also not a liar (irl, probably lies his ass off to PM ppl) and really wants someone who he can trust to always be honest with him, because he def has trust issues.

⋆ he will not hide his feelings either. again he probably has a good ass poker face just bc . pm exec and all that but he will always be so straightforward because that's just how he is. you'd never have to worry about him stewing silently or secretly being pissed off

⋆ it irks him so bad how much taller you are but he tries to not let it get to him too bad dkfkdjkjfkj

⋆ "violence is sometimes the answer kids" i am 100% positive he has said that before at some point in his life

↣ he'd be a horrible enabler tho like you'd be ranting how much you want to kill a peer/coworker and he'd be like fucking do it. whats stopping you and ur like PRISON IS ??????

⋆ he's the same when it comes to avoiding unnecessary drama. he thinks it's dumb as fuck and has absolutely no interest in getting involved. but he does like shit talking with you at home fjkdfkjdfj or going on rants abt how much he fucking hates dazai and ur sitting on the couch as he paces around the room like. uh huh yes honey for sure

⋆ you'd def always be drawing or doodling sketches of him and the paper ones he'd keep all of them and store them bc he finds it so endearing

⋆ chuuya is the same exact way when it comes to an introvert that's able to be charming as fuck. like you'd be able to attend dinners or parties or whatever and charm everyone there but you leave after like an hour fkdfkdkjfdjk and then sit in silence on the couch watching tv to recharge

⋆ i dont think he'd be great about letting you be the leader/taking the reigns in situatiions honestly but you'd also completely trust him to not be a fucking idiot and trust his decisions so does it rly matter

⋆ why do you hate lavender. i love lavender. chuuya probably loves lavender

⋆ your ability to stay unbothered would be really good for him and his incredibly short (like him) temper. you'd be like the only person who could calm him down and get him to chill the fuck out literally please do this my guy is so high strung sometimes

⋆ he'd absolutely fucking obliterate your ass in any video games

⋆ power couple. can i be the third pls

⋆ IM SORRY I JUST CANT DO NSFW ABT YOU WITH ANYONE ELSE EVEN IF ITS FICTIONAL FJDJFJDF

⋆ love u