#caffeinated and uncaffeinated

[lurafita]

CEO!Magnus and personal chef/bodyguard!Alec

(There is every chance that I have posted this before, I just can't remember. I tried to search through my archive, but.... there is a lot of posts there, did you know? 🤣😂 Anyway, in case I'm making you read this twice, sorry. 😅)

Magnus being like this really big shot CEO who has meetings 24/7 and charity events and social appearances and all that other busy stuff going on. So he gets a personal chef to keep an eye on his nutrition. And Alec is ruthless when it comes to making sure Magnus eats healthy. Magnus: "You know I love your cooking, Darling, but how about a good old fashioned fast food break?" Alec: "All that grease is bad for you. Eat your carrots. You look pale. How much sleep did you get last night?" Magnus, innocently: "Enough?" Alec: "Unlikely. No more caffeine for you today."

Magnus trying to sneak all kinds of unheathy Snacks, and Alec foiling him at every turn. Magnus had an energy drink hidden away in his desk, but as he opens the drawer, there is a bottle of water with a note attatched with "stay hydrated".

Alec even convinced the close by Cafe to not serve Magnus anything with Caffeine, after Magnus' last doctors appointment showed high blood pressure.

Maybe Alec is some kind of ex-agent or ex-military, who got into cooking for an undercover op, but really enjoyed it and wanted to pursue it further when he quite the force.

When one of Alec’s old colluegues comes visiting him, Alec is crouching behind the entertainment system to find Magnus' latest snack hidey-hole. Alec: "He gets more creative every time. Some of the drug dealers we busted could have learned from him."

Bet you Magnus is the type of CEO who has a loyal Twitter following and he tweets about everything Alec cooks for him (and the things he doesn't let him eat.) The Internet already ships them.

Possible tweet: The_Magnificent_Bane: Thank you for the suggestion @randomfollower, but unfortunately Alexander didn’t go for the argument that carrot cake counts as a vegetable.

Why am I know picturing a fight in the kitchen where Alec uses kitchen utensils and food to knock out people who have come to kidnap Magnus

Imagine someone broke into Magnus' place, and the police are called and as they arrive Magnus is like: "Thank you for coming. My chef has already apprehended and restrained the perpetrators, and is waiting for you to take them off his hands in the living room." Police: "... Your cook apprehended them?" Magnus: "Yes. Sadly, the confrontation did not result in the death of that cursed celery he bought earlier."

Magnus: "Tomatoes can't be trusted, my darling. Are they a fruit? Are they a vegetable? No one knows." Alec: "They are fruits." Magnus: "That's what they want you to believe."

[aropride]

the ever-growing need for a $3 little treat is so so evil .

[weaveandwood]

A tragedy: I think caffeine now gives me shaky hands.

[mauerbauertraurigkei]

also im trying a thai tea from a new place and i hope it’s not caffeinated or else im fucked

[iocheaira]

discovering that my new dose of meds will knock me out even through an after dinner caffeinated tea is amazing ngl

[nebulatrifid]

One of my favorite bits of League of Legends lore is the discrepancy in Jayce's and Viktor's wiki bios in regards to their relationship with each other. In the game lore, Jayce and Viktor worked together at the Academy but became enemies after a series of events (several disagreements, Jayce tried to kill Viktor, long story).

Anyways Jayce's bio states that he and Viktor were friends but had a falling out and are now enemies. Meanwhile Viktor's details that while at the academy he hated Jayce so much and could not stand his Piltover arrogance. After working together Viktor gained a mutual respect for Jayce, but still didn't like him, and after a series of events now considers him his enemy. And like, yeah. Jayce would assume he and Viktor were friends while Viktor clearly disliked him. That's just Jayce's character. And Viktor would go through an entire arc where he gained an understanding for Jayce even if Jayce was unaware it was happening. I just picture:

Viktor: You know Jayce, I understand we had our disagreements but I realize now you have many valuable insights to provide to the world of science. I am sorry for disregarding you.

Jayce: We had disagreements?

Viktor: Yes... I called you a flamboyant Pilte several times.

Jayce: Oh, I just thought that was a compliment.

Viktor: I was constantly trying to get you removed from our shared projects.

Jayce: I assumed you were looking out for my mental health, making sure I wasn't overworking myself.

Viktor: I would purposely give you uncaffeinated coffee so you would be too tired to stay late and allow me to work in peace.

Jayce: Which I appreciated. Really helped me break my caffeine addiction, and now I have a normal sleep schedule. Thanks for that!

Viktor: ???

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovely, any chance you could do James x reader who is stressing over exam season?

Thanks for all the great work bb we appreciate it so much :)

Thank you angel, I love you <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 768 words

“Hey, lovely girl.” James comes up behind your chair with an arm around your front and a kiss to your head, surreptitiously slipping away your coffee. “How’s it going?” 

“It’s going fine,” you say. It’s a lie, but you have larger concerns. Your boyfriend is acting suspicious. “What are you doing?” 

“Just checking in on you.” 

“No, what are you doing with my drink?” 

“I was thinking we could make an exchange,” James says casually. 

You sigh, both craving and resenting the break. “I need to focus. No side quests.” 

“This isn’t a side quest. It’s a…a brief deviation—”

“That’s another way to say side quest.” 

“You didn’t let me finish. A brief deviation which will ultimately result in you being more productive.” 

You pause. “Okay…” 

James stamps a happy kiss to your hair. “So, first, I was thinking we could pick up some matcha or something—” 

“James,” you cut him off gently, “that’s a sweet thought, but matcha doesn’t have hardly any caffeine in it.” 

“I’ve heard that, yeah. That’s a key feature of the plan, as it happens.” 

“I feel like I sort of need caffeine for my studying, lovely.” 

James makes a wishy-washy humming sound. It buzzes against the top of your head where he rests his chin. “Have you noticed that you’re vibrating?” he asks.

“I’m…” You take a quick stock of yourself. You feel exhausted, drained. Not vibratey. “No, I’m not.” 

“Mhm. I can actually feel your heart beating against my arm right now.” 

Now that he says so, you can feel it too. “Well, I’m nervous.” Your voice takes on an unintentional sharpness. “I’ve got three exams this week, and I want to do well. I can’t just check out.” 

James might have been anticipating you’d get prickly. He stays perfectly calm, only sweeping his thumb over your collarbone mollifyingly. You feel instantly ridiculous for your small breakage.

“I know, angel,” he says, in that everything’s-just-fine voice of his. “I get that you’re stressed. And it sucks that it is so stressful, but I’m not saying you should check out. I just want to make your studying go easier.” 

You’re quiet, guilty and embarrassed for sniping at him when he’s so relentlessly kind to you. James never does anything but make things easier for you, even when he’s not trying to. He makes your life easier just by existing. 

James lets go of you with the arm across your chest to squat by your chair, looking up into your face. He touches his thumb to the top of your cheekbone. 

“You look like your eyes hurt.” 

“They do,” you admit. 

He smiles ruefully. “Can I tell you the rest of the plan?” 

“Yeah. Sorry.” 

“I was thinking we’d take our matcha—or uncaffeinated beverages of your choice—and go to the park by Remus’ place. It has that little quiet area down the trail, remember? You could bring your books. It’d still be studying, but” —James shrugs, looking at the bright light you’ve positioned above your textbook, your grimy coffee mug, the chair you’ve been sitting in since you got up this morning— “this isn’t good for you. Maybe a change of scenery will help.” 

Now it’s you wanting a deviation. A side quest, an excuse to check out. You want to take James’ face between your hands and spend the rest of the week ensuring no inch of it goes unkissed. Screw exams. When he looks at you like this, so wholesome and earnest and chock full of good intentions, you genuinely think you must be the luckiest girl in the world. 

“That sounds nice,” you say. 

James grins, and god, his dimples dig in so deep you really could get lost in them if you let yourself. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You give in slightly to indulgence, leaning down to press your lips to his cupid’s bow. Retracting before you forget about exams altogether. “That’s a really lovely idea, Jamie. Thank you for thinking of it.” 

“Well, it wasn’t hard,” he says breezily. “All I had to do was think to myself, if I were wearing my eyes out being a swot all day, where would I rather be?” 

You smile. James’ doubles in wattage because of it. “Well, you nailed it. That sounds perfect.” 

“Plans are my forte, lovely. Let’s see, maybe we try studying there until the sun starts to go down, and then you can call it quits for the evening.” 

“I thought we agreed on no checking out.” 

“But what if I put cucumbers on your eyes? That’s not checking out, that’s just rejuvenation.” 

“I…might be slightly more amenable to that.”

[bitchapalooza]

Random little HCs

Sanji doesn't drink coffee, or caffeine in general, often because it makes him shake + causes him anxiety. And if he drinks it before bed, it usually makes his nightmares worse.

Zoro strictly never drinks coffee/caffeine. It doesn't have much to do with shaking or anxiety, he just grew up being told it was really bad for him and was thus banned from having any. He prefers booze or uncaffeinated tea. Or tea with booze in it. Booze with tea in it. Booze.

When Luffy says he likes coffee he's not talking about the drink, he's talking about the unbrewed beans.

Nami's favorite childhood meal is a piece of bread with jam on it. Not toasted, just a slice of bread with a dollop of jam. Or if she's feeling extra homesick, bread with jam and sprinkles. It makes her incredibly happy when Sanji brings out a whole plate of bread with jam. Yeah she likes the finer things as much as anyone else but just like the tangerines, this little treat reminds her so much of Bellemere and Nojiko and when things felt simpler.

There's a first aid kit stashed in every possible place on the Sunny and it's a precaution put in place specifically because of Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji.

Usopp made Zoro a prosthetic glass eye but he doesn't really use it—one reason is because his eyelids are too lax now so even when he's putting an effort into opening that eye, it still sags. Another reason is because Usopp thought he was being funny and made the pupil into a little heart and it's too embarrassing to use. Nami makes him wear it when they're supposed to be undercover and, again, it's so embarrassing lmao

Usopp learned ventriloquism when he was little and Zoro knows how to do it, too, so together they like to freak Brook, Nami, and Sanji out making them think the ship is haunted. They don't do it to Chopper though because last time they did they had to buy him a whole new set of glass vials.

Usopp once taught Chopper how to use clay and now everyone has personalized (misshapen) mugs (that they can't actually drink out of).

When a cold is going around the ship Brook will pretend he also came down with it so he doesn't feel left out.

Even with loaded dice or other methods of cheating Zoro would still somehow lose.

Nami talks in her sleep, Sanji sleep walks/talks and kicks in his sleep, Zoro only snores when he's sleeping on his back and he grinds his teeth (should really be using a mouth guard), Robin shifts a lot in her sleep, Luffy occasionally sleep talks but for the most part he snores.

[max1461]

Is there a list of recreational drugs that are comparably powerful to caffeine? I know that's vague but the great thing about caffeine is it doesn't do very much, it barely does anything. Certain type of guy wants to be zonked so power is desirable but personally I would NOT volunteer to be wireheaded, I don't want to be wireheaded, even alcohol is pushing it. But some shit like caffeine which gives you a little boost without fundamentally changing your internal experience well that's kind of desirable. I don't even think caffeinated Max is like fundamentally outside the natural range of variation of uncaffeinated Max, whereas drunk Max definitely is. Stoned Max surely would be too although I've never been stoned. I don't do drugs. I'm not really looking for drugs to do but I do want to be aware of what drugs I even might consider doing. Uh right I'm always asking you people about drugs. Thanks for helping me do drugs.

[polyhexian]

Also I found out why mountain dew is called mountain dew: energized here. Apparently when mountain dew first came out here it was uncaffeinated???? So. The "energized" denotes the caffeine is back in. Wh. Why would you do that

[goldfades]

manager can absolutely not have caffeine. i think she’s naturally a little anxious/frantic when shes uncaffeinated but shes able to keep her cool.

having caffeine ruins her ability to keep her cool and she WILL only become more anxious.

everyone (especially Geno LMFAO) always checks the ingredients if shes drinking something that isnt water.

team/everyone also knows that their girl needs to SLEEP whenever she can so they totally try to keep her away from it

(anxiety only getting worse from caffeine happens to me so much but i also have POTS so caffeine in general is a big no no😭)

-🪼

HELP NO SHES SO REAL, bbg genuinely can't have anything w caffeine she will die but if she does i feel like it'd be something w a little bit of caffeine like matcha or something, idk??

[probadbatch]

Please no one ask me why because I don't have an answer but my uncaffeinated brain just supplied with the image of karaoke nights at Cid's bar - specifically of Gregor singing Piano Man by Billy Joel - and maybe it's just the lack of caffeine but I decided that was funny enough to share with everyone

[broken-clover]

Solaxl Week- Day 1

Kinda nuts that GG is a big enough series now to have shipping weeks. I did not expect this one to be the first I'd ever seen but I'm happy! Bringing people together through the power of a couple fire-wielding idiots. Let's get to it!

I fudged this one a tiny bit seeing as how it's a past relationship, it ended up fitting the narrative better, but I promise the rest of these will be more explicitly romantic. I specifically picked the option here that felt a little more tricky for the sake of trying to be creative. And I've always got a soft spot for AU's!

Criminal/Law AU, Firsts, Sparring

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Called in early. That was always a good start…

Frederick had been at this long enough that he knew exactly how long he could get away with dawdling before someone raised a fuss. Scraping himself out of bed as soon as he got the call meant he could cram in a good-enough shower, just enough to not show up looking like greasy, dandruff-ridden death. Food was a toss-up- after hosing down and stuffing himself into work clothes, a couple of spare minutes only offered enough to stuff a mini-muffin and a slice of cheese in his mouth before grabbing his keys and getting busy with the commute.

While one hand held the wheel, the other tried to wipe the residual tiredness from his eyes and the muffin crumbs from his button-down. His poor excuse for a breakfast had left him longing for a coffee. One of the few things he’d been willing to splurge on when he got the job was a higher-end coffeemaker, the kind with a dozen shiny dials made by a company that sounded French and Swedish at the same time. Unfortunately, the quality shit took time to make. Which meant that when he was in a rush like today, trying to brew a pot was out of the question, leaving his body crying out for caffeine.

Still, drive-thru coffee was always an option. Cheaper, crappier, but an option. He turned the thought over in his mind between turns and on-ramps. Thinking just made his head hurt more. His doctor had mentioned that as being a sign that he needed to cut down on the coffee, but he’d never been the best patient. And with how today was starting out, he didn’t need a headache on top of a headache. Yeah. Shitty coffee was still coffee.

…The exit he typically took was closed. Guess that answered the question for him, but he wasn’t happy about it. Had he forgotten about some prescheduled road work? Usually, he tried to keep a better eye on that kinda stuff. Now he was uncaffeinated and had to take a detour. Great. Whatever this was, he hoped it was goddamn important.

Only a few cars were parked in the station’s lot by the time he arrived. Frederick wasn’t sure if he was pissed off about having nobody to share his suffering with, or glad he got a good spot close to the door. He mentally crossed his fingers in hope that there would be a pot of coffee that he could swipe a cup of. Cops had to use that overinflated budget for something, right?

“Ah, Mr. Bulsara, good to see you!”

Frederick almost mustered a smile. If he made a list of all the people that worked here (and he did know them all, he spent far too much time in this concrete hellscape) and ranked them from most to least pleasant, she’d be at the top of the list by a country mile. Dizzy sat in her usual spot behind the counter, flanked on either side by the kitschy decorations that covered every free inch of her desk. The potted flowers and rubber duckies clashed horribly against the brutalist concrete in a way that he welcomed.

The woman was an anomaly. Far as he knew, she only worked there because her husband was a cop and she wanted to spend more time around him. Her taste in men was questionable, but aside from that, he held a soft spot for her. Dizzy was too good for this place. He’d gotten the impression that she was one of those pacifist types who was legitimately sure any confrontation could be solved with talking it out and holding hands, so what she was doing here eluded him.

Not that he’d ever take talking to anyone else here over her. “Dunno how you can be so perky at this crazy hour.”

Dizzy just shrugged. “I’m up to fill the bird feeders anyway, might as well come in and get started early, too!”

He feigned a gag. “Ugh, too chipper to handle without any caffeine. Do they got a pot going in the breakroom?”

“I can check, if you’d like. I’ll bring you some.”

“What, don’t trust me in there?”

Though he’d meant it lightheartedly, he saw how she winced. “Well, um, it sounded like Leo really wanted to talk to you as soon as you arrived. He told me to send you back immediately. I don’t suppose you could…?”

Any meager bit of sunlight immediately soured. Frederick scowled down the hall. “They drag me outta bed, don’t tell me what for, and I don’t even get a second to breathe? Sonuva-”

“I- I’ll have someone bring you your coffee,” Dizzy called after him as he stormed off. Any ill will he had toward her right now was just an extension of everything else. If he was feeling generous, he’d send flowers later, but he didn’t feel particularly kind right now.

A couple of officers already in the building looked up in shock at the sound of him storming past. Frederick wondered how anyone was still surprised by it anymore. Maybe he’d just been stuck with some newbies on their first early shifts. Maybe one of them had been here long enough to know where the coffee was.

No, there was no time for coffee. Of course not. Good things were kept on a tight schedule, while annoyances came as they liked. He knew exactly what halls to head down and what turns to take. The directions to holding were something Frederick knew like the back of his hand. The same went for the bulky figure that was standing outside of it, peering through the interrogation room’s small one-way glass with a severe frown.

“Whitefang.”

Taking note of his voice and footsteps, the uniformed officer turned to face the newcomer. “Ah, Bulsara. Prudent enough, I suppose, though it seems you declined to iron your suit-”

“I can always turn around and go home, Officer Brick-for-Brains. Just show me who I’m stuck defending.”

Leo blinked silently, taken off-guard by the sudden aggression. His bravado softened. “Alright, alright…suppose I’d rather not devote much more time to this, either.”

“Must’ve been bad if the judge already issued me.”

“Erm, yes, about that…” The cop scratched at his neck and averted his eyes. “Our criminal specifically asked for you.”

Frederick wondered if he’d heard correctly. ”Asked? By name?”

“Yes. Numerous times.”

He wrinkled his nose with displeasure. “Well tell him ‘too fuckin’ bad,’ y’don’t get to pick public defenders. I’ll take it if I get assigned, but- “

“Frederick, please.” Leo cut him off with a sigh. “He’s been raising a fuss for hours now. The only way we could get him to stop was by telling him you were coming. We had to do something.”

He snorted in disbelief. “Great, so I’m your scapegoat. Why’m I supposed to want to agree with this?”

“You don’t have a choice. You’re a PD, you can’t decline a case.”

“This isn’t my case.”

“Not yet.” Leo raised a finger, suddenly looking awfully smug. “But if on the off chance it becomes��your case, and you refused to be involved with your client, that’d cause some legal issues, wouldn’t it?”

He wasn’t sure if that was true or not. He hadn’t run into a situation like this before. Then again, he wasn’t sure if he should expect a cop to know the law, either. The fact of the matter here was that Leo wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Fuck’s sake, you’re the reason I still smoke.” Frederick elbowed past the other man with no attempt at care. “Fine, I’ll talk to him. What am I working with, here?”

“Criminal arson. No confirmed deaths, but they haven’t sifted through all the rubble to be sure yet.”

“Aaaaand you’re sticking me with the heavy shit, too. Sonuvabitch, couldn’t just be something petty, could it?”

“Frederick- “

He ignored whatever Leo was trying to say. No point in wasting any more time than they already had. The door was unlocked, so he let himself in without hesitation.

And immediately regretted it.

“...Of course it’s you.”

Significantly sootier than usual, pants torn and cuffs singed, but he recognized that smirk anywhere. Axl looked awfully comfortable in those crappy metal chairs. He’d already put his feet up on the table like he owned the place. No wonder Leo had been more irritable than usual.

“Finally! Got stuck slingin’ shit at the blue meanies so long, I thought you’d never get here! Damn, grew your hair out since last time, how’ve you been, chief?”

Frederick ignored his enthusiasm, merely shutting the door behind him. The room was kept chill, likely to keep criminals from getting too comfortable, but he was thankful for how it cooled the sweat on his forehead and palms. This just kept getting worse. Had he done something lately to warrant all this bad karma biting him in the ass?

“This isn’t a nostalgic reunion.” He tried to keep his focus on the job, not the person attached to it. Frederick placed his case on the table and tried to ease into something more familiar.

“Man, don’t look all that different, though! Still same ol’ chief.” Axl grinned, only to sour slightly when he went ignored. “Jeez, ya grew up and got stuffy.”

“And you became a criminal.”

“Pfft. So they already got ya started on that. I didn’t do nothin’.”

“So your clothing is singed because…?”

“Look, I wasn’t trying to do anything. Just hanging out, havin’ a drink, next thing I know everyone’s yelling, bloody pigs saying somethin’ about ‘criminal arson’ and ‘shuttin’ down the I-44.’ It wasn’t that bad.”

“Christ alive, that was you?” Part of the job was not taking things personally, but it seemed like Axl was taking that as a challenge right now. “Was a pain in the ass taking a detour around it.”

The man merely shrugged, not fazed in the slightest at his current circumstances. “Did anybody die?” He watched Frederick intently, as though waiting for some specific reaction. When he didn’t get it, he broke out into a catlike grin. “Right. ‘Cause I was real careful, just like always.”

“So you’re admitting you were responsible for it?”

“Look, ‘m just sayin’ if someone did knock it down on purpose, it was a tax repo office. No real loss. Prolly had it coming.”

Frederick realized that he had been standing the entire time. While he wasn’t happy with the idea of getting closer to Axl’s smug mug, he was getting awfully tired of standing. The chair’s metal legs shrieked against the ground as he pulled it out to sit.

As soon as he did, Axl took his feet off of the table and leaned in close. “C’mon, chief, ain’t that sorta thing what we always talked about when we were kids? ‘Fuck the establishment, fuck the system?’ C’mooon, you can’t tell me you’re all chummy with the pigs now, are ya? The hell happened to ya?”

“My own opinions on it ain’t the issue here. You can’t blow up a building and have everyone just be fine with it.”

“I didn’t blow up a building.”

Frederick pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, burned down a building. Either way. Fuck, are you gonna listen to a thing I say? My job is supposed to be trying to keep your ass out of jail."

“‘Supposed to?’”

“I can’t take your case now, anyway.” He tossed his hands in the air. “Even if you didn’t take law, you gotta know what ‘conflict of interest’ is, right?”

“Y’mean because we’re exes? What, they don’t like that much in your line a’ work?”

“It was not a relationship.” Despite himself, Frederick could feel his cheeks warming.

“We had sex!”

“Three times, and two of them were only because I felt bad for you. Goddamn it…” He leaned against the tabletop, head low and buried in his hands. “What are you doing, man?”

Axl’s sense of bravado softened. “Chief, I- I just wanted to see you again.”

“You could have done that without becoming an arsonist!”

“Wh- hey, don’t go thinking I did anything for your attention!” Frederick had to recoil as Axl leaned across the table to jab a finger at him. “Not much a point in it anyway, seein’ what you’ve turned into! Sonuvabitch, you gave up on everything we used to talk about! You went soft!”

The other man slapped his hands on the table, glaring back. “I’m not gonna take judgement from someone like- !”

The door to the room slammed open. “Frederick, that’s enough.”

The two went quiet, looking at the officer in the doorframe. “Ah, yeesh, now the pig’s come to bail ya out. 'Course.” Axl sneered.

Frederick said nothing, merely taking his briefcase and departing.

“It was a relationship!” Axl shouted after him. “You’re only lyin’ to yourself!”

Leo rapped his knuckles against the door. “Quiet down, Low. You’ll get another public defender, but it’ll be a few hours.”

“Good! Bet they’re better than you, chief! I’m not over this, you hear me?! YOU’RE NOT TOO GOOD FOR ME JUST BECAUSE YOU WORK WITH THESE BASTARDS NOW, YOU SONUVA- !”

“Are you alright?” Leo asked once the door had closed, blocking any more ranting beyond a protective barrier.

“Fine.” Frederick replied in a clipped grunt. Though his hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were nearly brushing his ears. He turned away and skulked off. “Gonna get some damn coffee…”

[rulesforthedance]

What's going in my vest for 24-mile hot af trail run:

Non-food: hella water, electrolyte tabs, bodyglide, pee-in-the-woods kit (a couple paper towels in a ziploc bag), phone in a dry bag (for sweat reasons), wallet in a dry bag.

Food (I have to eat all of it, that's the rules): two uncrustablesTM pb&j sandwiches, fruit snacks, rice krispie treats, cheez-its, popped corn chips, cheese and potato pierogis, hash browns (the kind that comes as a sort of handheld puck), assorted caffeinated and uncaffeinated gels

[ciaossu-imagines]

Coffee or tea for any 3 OCs of yours

Aww, thank you so much! I’m really happy to get requests for my OCs 😊 You really make me smile, Lou! I hope these answers, though they’ll be pretty short, will be interesting enough.

From KHR, I’m going to answer for Fonz, just because it’s a weird one. He actually hates both, thanks. He feels like he really should like coffee, just plain black coffee though of course, because he thinks it’s tough and cool, but truth be told, he kind of hates all hot drinks. There’s just something that bothers him about them. Even hot chocolate, which he should love considering his humungous sweet tooth, isn’t something he’ll drink – at least, not until it’s sat out long enough for it to get to room temperature or colder. He’s tried doing the canned coffee thing, but he doesn’t actually like the flavour of coffee because it’s too busy. While he’s had cold tea drinks before, he hasn’t really found one he likes the flavour of either – it’s always either grassy or too chemically sweet. What he is a huge fan of? That flavoured, carbonated water like Bubly. He just thinks it’s super embarrassing to love it as much as he does, doesn’t think it fits with his image, so he always pours it into a cup or water bottle to disguise the fact that it’s what he’s drinking. The peach Bubly is his favourite, in case anyone is wondering.

Kish lives for coffee. She drinks ungodly, very unhealthy, amounts of it a day and if she doesn’t have coffee, be it hot or cold, she’s substituting it for energy drinks for the quick caffeine kick. She doesn’t want to spend a single moment of her life uncaffeinated. She blames it on her insomnia, saying she needs all that coffee and caffeine just to get through the days, while purposefully turning a blind eye to the fact that the huge amounts of coffee or caffeinated drinks she consumes in a day (12-14 cups a day, at the least) is why she can’t sleep well….oh, and that’s it’s likely going to contribute to an early heart attack.

Going with a completely wild fandom here, picked at random via internet spinny wheel from my list of fandoms, I’m going with my Iruma-kun OC, Eve. While she doesn’t mind coffee, as in she can drink it, it’s okay, she won’t turn it down or anything, tea is really something she loves. She loves exploring the different types and varieties of tea, searching out not just new flavours but also new ways of making tea to really draw out those flavours and achieve the perfect cup. She finds there’s something very meditative, something that brings her to a very in-the-moment peacefulness, about making even just a single cup of tea.