#like that hamster with the cross meme

[sea-jello]

THANK YOU??? WHERE ARE YALL COMING FROM???

[jrueships]

hes literally so funny to me

[miguelhugger2099]

Hiii, I’m in love with your writing it’s a comfort for me atp. Could you please do grumpy reader where she doesn’t talk to others a lot. That makes Miguel look like an extrovert (even though we both know that’s not true 😭). Happy Easter 🐣 and or any holiday you celebrate.

Two Peas in a Pod

c.....comfort,,,,, sad hamster meme the highest honor i could ever get omg thank you i really liked this ask because its basically me haha my friend actually told me ive gotten better at being more welcoming and "nice" and another friend would tell me that i could never mask my uncomfortableness if someone was bothering me LMFAO but as alwayyssssss i can rewrite this request for u if ur not satisfied :) Art: nellwhre17 on instagram

Spider-People were supposed to be funny and outgoing. It was in their canon to have some resemblance to the original quippy and humorous Spider-Man. If not outgoing then at least a little endearing and sweet.

So the Spider Society is a little thrown off when you’re introduced to the team by Miguel. Both of your arms are crossed, your face blank and looking over other Spiders with neutrality. 

“Here’s our new recruit. She’ll be working more with Margo and Lyla. Think of her as one of your superiors like myself or Jess or Peter B.” Miguel tilts his head at all the other Spiders. “That’s all. Dismissed.”

He turns to face back to his console, returning to work on new files Lyla had presented to him. Some Spiders stay to chat with you. They don’t notice the slight discomfort and annoyance in your face.

“Hey! My name is Peter M! I think we might be the same age!” One says, his mask squinting to look like he’s smiling.

“Have you gone on a mission yet? What Earth are you from?”

“Has Miguel explained The Canon to you yet? It’s a little overwhelming, I know.”

The commotion irks you a bit, the Spiders coming into your personal space so you shuffle away and your brows instinctively scrunch together. “No, I’m fine.” You mutter curtly. The others finally see the change in your demeanor and they awkwardly step back.

Miguel turns over to see the few Spiders around and barks at them to stop. “She’s still new to all this so don’t go around pestering her.” 

They smile wearily up at him then at you, whose face is still contorted a bit in a way that looks like you’re obviously still being bothered. 

They get the message and wave goodbye to you but not without feeling a chill down their spine at how cold you were. Maybe you were just shy. Everything is and always will be overwhelming around here with different variants of yourself. So, they believed in time you’d come around like the others.

You, in fact, did not come around. After weeks, months even, you still came in and left without a word. Get in and get out. You rarely engaged in conversation and if you were in a group, you’d keep to yourself. If someone tried to include you, you’d just say a few blunt words that didn’t move the conversation at all so there'd be an awkward standstill before moving on.

No matter what, no one knew anything else about you besides your name, you were a Spider-Woman and the name of your Earth.

Even the esteemed group of young SpiderLings couldn’t even get you to open up. Jess and Gwen had just come back from a mission, wanting to eat at the cafeteria before heading home. They had found seats beside Hobie and Pav who were just catching up together.

Pav had mentioned trying to talk to you once but his bright personality pushed you further and further away from him, your responses to his questions becoming more and more short and quick.

“I’ve never met such a complicated individual.” He pouts, crossing his arms on the table.

“Don’ bother me none. I don’ like someone tryin’ to bug me either.” Hobie scratches the back of his neck. 

“Would’ve thought they opened up by now.” Gwen brushed her hair out her face. “It’s like pulling teeth with her.”

“She just seems kinda grumpy sometimes…” Pav sighs resting his head in his arms. “Even more than Miguel which feels wrong.” 

“Yeah, at least Miguel snaps at you but she…kinda just sits there.” Gwen leans back with a weak smile. “Not really sure how to make conversation when she’s so quiet.”

“She just doesn’t feel like talking, guys. Go easy on her.” Jess rubs her temples. 

Their conversation is cut short when Miguel walks through the cafeteria, documents in hand and with you in tow. Speak of the Devil. 

“Jess, Gwen, I misremembered about giving you the reports of your last mission together. I also have the analysis for the next one on Earth—199B.” Miguel hands the reports to Jessica and she immediately skims through it. Gwen looks over her shoulder and gives you a smile.

“Hey, how’s it going?” She asks. 

You respond with a shrug and a nod. “Good.”

Gwen’s smile wavers, laughing nervously as the awkward silence. She expected some sort of greeting back. 

Miguel answers for you. “She’s been with me the whole day since Peter’s been busy at home.” Gwen looks to Miguel.

“And how about you, boss? Doin’—uh—doin’ good?”

Miguel sighs, crossing his arms. “Better now that Margo fixed what Hobie broke in the console room.”

Hobie tsks. “Did not. You’re jus’ blamin’ me ‘cause I’m the scapegoat around ‘ere. Tha’ it?” 

Miguel pulls up camera footage from his Gizmo, of Hobie pulling apart different motherboards and CPUs from the server and tucking them away in his pocket. “Is this not you?!”

Hobie squints at the footage and shrugs. “AI has truly come a long way, mate. Bettah check tha’ out.”

Gwen, Pav and Jessica laugh at the scene, giggling at the sheer anger on Miguel’s face and Hobies indifference. You watch with a soft smile up at Miguel but nothing else.

Miguel feels your hand on his forearm and he looks down at you. You nod your head to the side, signaling it’s time to go. He looks at the time on his watch and collects himself. 

“We’re gonna head out. Don’t bother us unless there’s an emergency and be alert for any sudden messages should I need to contact any of you for anomalies.” He turns and gives a small wave before leaving, you trailing behind him.

You don’t say much other than looking behind to give them a small nod and following beside Miguel.

The group watches as Miguel talks to you, relating information and talking your ear off about missions and the to-do for the day. You listen quietly, eyes held on his and nodding along.

They glance at each other and think they would’ve never seen a person more closed off than Miguel in their lifetime. Even less where it looks like he’s more talkative compared to you. What an odd pair. “I think she has opened up. Maybe just not with us.” Jess leans back with a smile.

[partycatty]

Right hear me out on the new johnny skin

Please can you write something for this ugly bitch the shock worn off and now im delusional

(Im sorry for asking for this he just looks so stupid i couldnt not)

I HATE YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF THIS ALLGAHJGIAKG

johnny cage > carrot

oh my god he looks like a carrot

warnings: look at him.

[ masterlist ]

you're sitting on johnny's couch, as it's become a regular occurrence for you to waste your time in his home. your phone becomes your best friend nearly every time, as his career of being a celebrity commonly rips his attention from you more than you're happy with. your bubbling frustration with the situation dies down when you hear his front door unlock.

"babe," he calls through the cracked door. his voice is high pitched, like he's hiding something and ashamed about it. "i-i need you to do me a favor."

"yeah?" you reply, eyes still transfixed on your phone for the moment.

"i lost a bet," he shamefully admits. "and i need you to not laugh. if you laugh, i will die."

"you'll die?" you repeat, now intrigued by whatever he's on about. he falls silent, the door barely opening more.

"baby," he tries to sound sweet but it sounds closer to him being on the verge of tears. "is it true... that thing... where like, you lose feelings if your man gets one bad haircut?"

oh, no.

"depends," you shrug, making your way to the door. "if you buzzed it, i won't be able to look at you until it grows back."

"i didn't... buzz it," he mutters. "it's... please don't laugh."

his dodging is starting to confuse and annoy you, so you walk over and pull the door completely open. the sight in front of you pulls a horrified gasp, which then turns into amusement like you've never seen. johnny's hair was gone on the sides, and a vomit-green wisp sat on top. johnny frowns with large eyes. it kind of reminds you of that really sad hamster meme. maybe if you focused enough you could imagine sad violin music at the scene.

"jo—" your attempt at saying his name comfortingly is ripped apart when a snort creeps up on you, and you slap a hand over your mouth. tears well up in your eyes as you fight for your life to not laugh.

"don't," he pleads, arms flopping to his sides. "don't laugh."

you let out a cackle through your hand, slapping another hand over it in a stupid attempt to hold it in.

"it's not funny—" in a while, you think, it wouldn't be. sure, he has the haircut, but you're the one looking at it regularly. "it's not funny."

"you're laughing. i will die."

"how in the genuine fuck did this come to be." your eyes feel like they're going to pop out of your skull from straining yourself so hard. johnny can't even look at you as he explains.

"kung lao and i made a bet that i could cut more fruit than him with his hat."

"you bet your appearance on a hat that's not yours."

"it didn't look that hard! it's a sharp hat!"

"okay, so how did the... haircut come to be??"

"he..." johnny rubs his face, groaning. "he had me walk into a barber and told the guy to fuck my shit up. he said that to the barber. oh my god i look like an idiot, don't i."

"you..." you search for something, anything to compliment him on. your eyes settle on his orange button-up and you stifle a snort. "you kind of look like a carrot."

johnny pulls his head up to meet your eyes. "what."

"it's... it's kinda cute," you murmur with the most strained grin of your life. you step forward and grab the entirety of the hair left on his head, tugging upward. "it's like... plucking you from the soil."

"ow. you're an asshole," he adds, not entirely serious. you try so hard to keep it together, so hard. but his furrowed brows, frown, and carrot-coordinated outfit finally make you snap. you double over in laughter, similar to a hyena. it is quite literally the funniest thing you'd ever seen in your entire life and you laugh so hard you lose your breath.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" johnny pouts, stomping his foot and crossing his arms while you howl and slap him around as you try to ground yourself. "I LOOK LIKE A DUMBASS."

"OH MY GOD I'M LOSING IT, I'M GONNA THROW UP— YOU LOOK LIKE A CARROT —"

"STOP SAYING THAT."

[blackjackkent]

"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your advice."

Any BG3 character of your choice to Minsc, just for fun, haha

(Sentence starter meme)

Ahhhh this was fun. :D I'm not entirely sure this turned out my best work, but I do love Minsc muchly and it was definitely fun to bounce two characters off each other that I don't normally. ^_^

TY for the prompt!

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"I never thought I would say this. But I would welcome your advice."

Minsc looks up as a lithe, stringy shadow falls across the light from the campfire. The interruption is unexpected but not surprising; he has been deep in a conversation with Boo, and he finds quite often that those around him see fit to interrupt such conversations as if they were not happening. For a time it bothered him, but Boo has reassured him that there is no offense to be taken. Boo will always be there, after all; all others in Minsc’s life ebb and flow with the tides of victory and tragedy.

So he tucks the hamster with practiced ease into his pocket and smiles genially at the githyanki warrior standing outside his tent. “Then it you shall have! What may Minsc of Rashemen do for Lae’zel of Creche K’liir?”

Lae’zel shifts uneasily from foot to foot. Her cat’s-pupil eyes are narrowed as if in wariness, though Minsc cannot fathom why. He has fought many gith in their raids upon his homeland, but he has never - that he can recall - shown threat to Lae’zel here in Baldur’s Gate.

“What troubles you?” he asks, his tone lowering in volume slightly. “If it has a butt that may be kicked, Minsc and Boo shall remove it from your sight!”

“Chk.” The young warrior flinches defensively. “You suggest I cannot fight my own battles?”

“By no means!” Minsc smiles widely. “Minsc has seen too many githyanki blades piercing unwary bellies to believe so! But Minsc and Boo never saw a righteous battle to which we could not add a blow in service. You have only to point the way.”

“It is not battle for which I require you, berserker,” she says, staring with distinct interest at the cobblestone next to his boot.

He tips his head slowly to one side. “For what, then?” he asks agreeably.

There’s a short pause. “You are from Rashemen,” Lae’zel says quietly. “You have traveled far from the place you would call home. You have seen loss as much as you have seen victory. Yet you thrive among strangers and show no fear of failure or of mockery. You are… joyful.”

Minsc nods vigorously. “All of these things are true, yes!”

A muscle works sharply in Lae’zel’s jaw. “I would know by what secret you manage it,” she says gruffly, and drops into a sitting position opposite him in a single motion, her legs crossed. “For I am also far from home. And each day I feel farther still.”

“Ahhh… I can understand this.” Minsc’s smile fades and he nods gravely. “However far Minsc has traveled from Rashemen, Lae’zel has surely traveled farther from the rocks of wildspace.”

“Yes.” 

He considers her for a moment thoughtfully. “But what tongue would dare to mock you? Minsc has seen Lae’zel fight. The ferocity of at least ten hamsters. No, twenty!”

In spite of herself, Lae’zel’s lips twitch with a flash of amusement. “This is a compliment, among the Rashemaar?”

“It is a fact only,” Minsc says gravely. “Boo confirms it.”

“Indeed.” She does not fidget, but Minsc can tell by her intense stillness that she would like to, and she still does not quite meet his eyes. “There is much in which I have failed.” She admits it flatly, like a soldier at attention reciting a patrol report. “My former goddess seeks my head. I once thought to ride a red dragon through the Astral, and instead I crawl upon Toril’s face like a broken beast.” A slight pause. “And we seek a monster even among ghaik, the creature of ultimate nightmare, my people’s greatest enemy. We hunt ghaik at the expense of all other endeavors, yet in my first hunt I shamed myself twice over in failure and capture. Meanwhile, the people of this realm cannot comprehend true githyanki majesty; they look upon me and see a brute animal, alien and vicious.”

Her lips draw in a tight line. “To fear such things is shameful. It serves no purpose. Ch’ka m’vakoth sta’leth - ‘where faith goes, fear stands aside.’ But my faith falters, and so I feel it. I know my own weakness, my own strangeness in this place. So I would know your secret, istik, that you stand among strangers, and bear the worm’s curse and the mocking of weaker folk, and laugh.”

Minsc clicks his tongue thoughtfully, and within his pocket Boo gives a loud squeak of dismay. Neither of them knows Lae'zel very well - and indeed this is probably why she speaks with such candor to him - but Boo's endless compassion is roused on the gith's behalf, and Minsc shares it. She is young; she does not yet know how to carry all the conflicting feelings within her, while Minsc is an old hand at the maelstrom. 

He thinks for quite a long time in silence before he decides how to answer. Lae’zel waits in patient stillness, like a spring coiled back on itself, unsprung. Her eyes glint in the flickering firelight. 

“Minsc has often been told,” Minsc says gravely after a while, “that his mind is as full of holes as the cheese within his pack. But his eyes have no holes and and his ears only two, and they see and hear much. And true it is that at times there is mocking at Minsc’s expense. But Minsc has found it is not all alike.”

He begins to tick off on his fingers. “There is the mocking that is true and right, where Minsc has failed. In these things Minsc mocks himself as well - to have fallen thrall to the worm and seen his mind made not his own. To have seen friends fall while he could not save them. These are fearful matters, and as when Boo encounters a hungry cat on a dark night, there is no shame in feeling all the fur stand up. In these things, Minsc thinks there are matters to be learned within the story of his failure, and so he sifts about for those good bits among the rotten and counts them a blessing.”

He tips his head pensively to one side. “Then there is the mocking of evil tongues. Those who taunt so as to distract Minsc’s boot from their buttocks.” His lips curl in a tight, feral smile. “These bear no thinking of at all, except for the thinking that chooses where my blade might slice them.” 

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and the smile fades again. “Then there is the mocking which is foolish, cruelty without cause. Those who decry Boo as no more than a common hamster, and Minsc as a mad mongrel to be kicked about. This is the sort you mean, I think.” He waits for her to nod before he goes on. “Minsc has traveled many leagues from Rashemen, and in that time he has learned much. And one thing he has learned is that not all those who speak are worthy of the hearing. So Minsc stays among those who would value him, and kicks off those who would not as he would kick dust from his boot.”

“A thing easily said and less easily done,” Lae’zel says bitterly. “In K’liir, one is not afforded such choice. The eyes of judgment are always watching, and they suffer no failure.”

“But we are not in K’liir,” Minsc says brightly. “And so Lae’zel may choose which of her failings are worthy of scorn, and need not suffer the opinions of rude strangers whose tongues would prattle foolishness. Or - if they are not strangers, she will tell Minsc, and Minsc and Boo will see to it the rudeness is well thrashed out of itself.”

She says nothing for a long moment, but he can see the wiry, tight muscle of her shoulders start to relax slowly. “Hardly spoken like a sage,” she murmurs dryly. “And yet well-spoken in its own way.” 

She lets out a slow, heavy breath. “In truth it is not any current mockery that troubles me,” she adds in an undertone, “but the fear of it in the future. Of being found wanting, when all is said and done, by those whose opinions mean most. Among the githyanki, the weak are culled out, dishonored, sometimes killed. I would not…” 

She trails off and makes a noise of frustration as she struggles to find the words that express what is in her mind. “My people and my goddess are behind me now, and that is a shame I carry, but there are others I would still not wish to fail.”

Minsc nods. “Your people hone themselves to a sharp point, and perhaps their cruelty is worth its cost where they travel among the stars,” he says. “But where we stand upon the ground, there is no call for such culling. If it brings you comfort, you may look upon Jaheira - for she has found Minsc wanting many a time, and has told him so in full voice, but always with friendship, and always remaining by his side.”

Lae’zel lifts her head and looks at him fully for the first time, and chews the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. This, it seems, might be a new concept to her - that her failure could be censured and forgiven in the same breath. “That is some comfort, yes,” she says, with uncharacteristic softness. “I thank you.”

“No thanks is necessary,” Minsc booms cheerfully. There’s another soft squeak from his pocket, and he nods. “Only Boo asks that should you ever travel again into the skies, that you keep your eyes widened in search of another such as he. Surely you, of all our comrades, might have heard tell of other such miniature giant space hamsters, and Boo has sought a mate for many a long year.”

Lae’zel actually laughs softly. “You may tell your hamster I have heard no such tales - but in return for your counsel I shall report any I might find, and we shall consider it an even trade.”

[rayless-reblogs]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

RULES: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Saw this (thank you @boobaloof!) and decided to give it a whirl.

All fics can be found on my AO3.

A Dream So Like Waking (Tales of the Abyss):

Natalia woke still dressed in a strange bed with the scent of selenias in her hair.

Welcome Home Discarded Faith (Tales of the Abyss):

It had otherwise been been a dull afternoon – gray, humid, excessively long.

And So All Yours (Tales of the Abyss):

Princess Susanne might lament the fact that neither of her sons chose to live in Fabre Manor, but she surely couldn't be surprised.

With Your Hands Your Hearts (Tales of the Abyss):

Natalia proposed to Asch on the night of his twenty-second birthday, and they announced it to Ingobert the next morning at nine-thirty, after his breakfast.

We Could Be Friends (The Caligula Effect):

Daisy never had enough time on her lunch breaks, but that day she knew she wouldn't even have time to sit and eat.

Jumping Off Cliffs (Fate/Extra):

When we cross into Alice's realm – and just now it feels more like Alice's realm than it does the SE.RA.PH's Arena – I remind myself that I have to keep hold of who I am.

The Muse of Last Songs (Transistor):

The thing is, with our hair, there wasn't anyone in my family who wasn't called Red at some point in our lives, as a casual nickname, or a love name, or whatever.

Constant As the Southern Star (Tales of the Abyss):

Natalia and her consort almost spent their wedding night in separate rooms.

Repaid With Life (Fate/Extra):

Archer regarded the enormous digital hamster ball around his Master (Tamamo disparagingly called it a fishbowl, and Nero more fancifully called it a snowglobe, but even in metaphor Archer would take durable plastic over glass any day) and gave himself a little nod.

The Muse of Songs Unfinished (Transistor):

It's risky, but it's not impossible.

Patterns?

I've heard my style described as "punchy", and I think I see it here. I tend not to ease into things with atmosphere or setting (which could work against me, in some cases) and instead lead with something declarative. I'm pretty quick to establish which character's pov we're working with.

Some of these examples vary in tone, but I think my voice is consistent. (But then, I would. That's really more for the reader to decide.)

Please go ahead and do this meme if you'd like to!

[duckapus]

The first five MRU universes

So again, gonna be a while before these actually happen because I want to actually write out the process of Piper stealing the HMG research, some of the preparations for Launch Day, and the actual First Activation, and I'm waiting until after I finish the Wonder Arc to write those so I don't end up abandoning it half-finished for months. But I at least wanted to list them out.

Again, universe 1 is basically the Test Universe, while 2-5 are in one batch that gets activated all at once.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Anchor: Link

Supervisor: Trinity

MRUs: 0 and 1

To justify having references to every game (because why wouldn’t it) Time Portals appeared basically everywhere at the same time the Memes did. Also, the Internet Graveyard got merged with the Wild-Era Sacred Realm (which was obviously never visited and is at the current End of the timeline so it doesn’t mess anything up and I can do whatever I want with its aesthetic). Yes, whoever did the setup had to get every Korok seed so the Key Items menu couldn’t canonically update and potentially break something. They did, in fact, get a raise for that.

Hamtor Tubez

Anchor: Doc the Hamtor

Supervisor: GIF

MRUs: 2 and 3

A puzzle game about leading Hamster-like creatures called Hamtors through elaborate tube mazes. Doc is a Mad Scientist and the leader of the Hamtors and is training them for when he will one day TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!, and there’s other unique Hamtors with special abilities that get introduced throughout the game as new puzzle elements.

Beneath the Faerie Mound

Anchor: Frida

Supervisor: Quazar

MRUs: 4 and 5

A metroidvania about a Changeling who gets Taken Back and has to fight her way out of Faery Country so she can return home. She initially thinks that MRU5 is another faerie who's come to try Taking her again.

The Fairly Oddparents!

Anchor: Timmy Turner

Supervisor: Spreadsheet

MRUs: 6 and 7

Look, making the Pokemon Anime universe part of the AU has set the precedent for also being able to use cartoons as SMG/MRU universes instead of just Games.

Interestingly, the Memes changing things to make the universe more entertaining undid a lot of the later season retcons, especially the Season 9 ones, so a lot of the characters are actually less Mean and Stupid than before. I'm using kid Timmy because he's the Real One so the live action movies and That One Spinoff aren't canon outside of memes, but Nicktoons Unite and its sequels are. So are seasons 9 and 10, 10 because I happen to like Chloe (or at least what she had the potential to be) and 9 because I think it would be funny to have Sparky be The Thing We Never Speak Of among the characters who would know about him.

Janitor of Heart: Stain Rising

Anchor: Rodney Teegan (Champion Form only)

Supervisor: Connectivity

MRUs: 8 and 9

A Magical Girl Beat-'em-Up that's actually a tie-in to an in-universe comic series called Rodney Teegan: Janitor of Heart.

The premise of the comic series is that a girl named Mina Reynolds who is Exactly the sort of person you'd expect to be a Magical Girl Protagonist gets her chance to when her school is attacked by a goop monster (part of an eldritch being known as The Stain) and she finds a magic bracelet containing the Spirit of Heart, Harmony, who chooses her as the Champion of Heart. But, when she tries to transform, some wires get crossed somewhere and the bracelet's power instead flows into Rodney Teegan, a 57-year-old janitor who Mina considers a close friend and who was with her when she found the bracelet. And because the transformation is based on what Mina wanted to look like as a magical superhero, he ends up in the body of a teenage girl with a cute poofy pink outfit. Whoops.

In his Champion form, Rodney has the expected enhanced strength, and can heal very quickly, but his main power is being able to turn cleaning supplies into weapons. It can be something as simple as a broom (in fact his signature weapon is a spear made from a push broom) or as massive and complex as a street sweeper truck. Also, Harmony isn't just a Cute Mascot Character and actually joins in fighting, mainly using super-strong punches and kicks and acting as a healer. Mina still has the bracelet (it actually can't come off at all) and needs to be nearby in order for Rodney and Harmony's powers to work. I have not come up with what Rodney's hero name would be.

Anyway, the game depicts the events of a particularly large Stain attack, this one being an invasion of the whole city, but other than the larger workload it'd be a fairly normal day (since by this point the three of them are more-or-less used to this since it's been a few months) if not for someone new joining the fray. It turns out that Harmony isn't the only Spirit in town, because we're introduced to the Champion of Storms, Thunderbird, and her Spirit partner Zap. Thunderbird has weather control powers, usually favoring lightning, and has a strange transforming mechanical construct that she uses both as a weapon and mobility aid, usually mechanical wings, giant electrified gauntlets, or supersonic skates. She's fighting the stain too, but has apparently decided to start a rivalry with Rodney's team instead of working with them just 'cause. Also, when her machine isn't in Skate Mode it's revealed that she has a translucent magical construct in place of her right leg.

She's eventually revealed to be Hazel O'Brien, one of Mina's classmates. The machine is her wheelchair, which transformed along with her because why wouldn't it?

Interestingly, Connected Cosmos Company were the ones who made the game, and also the ones who came up with Hazel and her Thunderbird persona. However, due to the terms of the licensing agreement the comic's creator owns the rights to the character, and has made sure that the specific designer in CCC who made her gets the royalties for the character being used in the comic (because the game is canon to the comic and Hazel's now a major character), rather than the company as a whole. She's the one character created by CCC that Jayin doesn't own, and I like to think that grates on her, especially because she can't do anything about it without damaging her company's carefully cultivated reputation.

Anyway, as far as the MRU stuff goes, there is one odd quirk about Rodney's Anchor Status: due to only his Champion Form being playable, his Anchor code is dormant in his normal form. Thankfully this doesn't cause problems for the Meme Cycle or the universe's stability, and it doesn't have the same negative effects as actively suppressing his Anchor Tendencies would. It does, however, make it so his Champion form has a different personality (bubbly airhead with occasional violent tendencies) than his normal form, which is very much Not A Thing in canon.

[lizredmoon]

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♡ Interests: Your Turn To Die, Danganronpa, Grimm, Animal Crossing, Undertale, Pokemon, Five Nights at Freddie's, Tokyo Mew Mew, Magical Doremi, hamsters and their proper care, animals in general, werewolves, cute things, but also dark things, plushies, memes, Halloween, your mom, (Digimon, Vocaloid, My Little Pony Friendship is Magic)

(i probably forget some lol)

⛤ More: I'm neurodivergent, vegan and queer ^^ (nonbinary, grey-aroace and bi). An insomniac nocturnal creature also (probably a werewolf lol)

I tend to use tone indicators for clarity in what i say or mean, but you don't have to (but v cool if you do!)

Side-note: I block freely if i feel the need to (don't take it too personally as it usually isn't). Also just because i'm an adult doesn't mean i'm comfortable with suggestive stuffs/innuendos or other more sexual stuffs... so keep that away from me or tone it down (or just don't interact if you can't/don't want)

Annnd i think that's it? If something is not clear, or you want to talk about a common interest, or know more about me, my ask box is open!

[authorboots]

Not exactly self ship related, but I gotta know who's your favorite Animal Crossing villager and why?

oh my goodness, such a difficult question! i’ve been playing animal crossing for so long, so i have a few answers if that’s okay!

when i first started new leaf it was apple the hamster. she was one of the first villagers i had when i started and she lived in my town for about five years or so (i was very dedicated to keeping her). she just always seemed to make me happy with her ridiculously big eyes and chubby cheeks

in new horizons, i didn’t have a favorite for a while. now it’s raymond. i know it’s kinda a basic answer, and at first i didn’t honestly care for him at all, but he definitely grew on me after a while! i just like his overall vibes despite him being a “meme” or being overrated

overall through any of the games, i’d say my all time favorite is dizzy the elephant! i love elephants so much, they’ve been my favorite animal since i was about three or four and it hasn’t ever changed since. i like his simple design and his room is one of my favorites! it may be because i love the kiddie set, i’m pretty sure i collected all of the pieces for my own house in new leaf. also he’s a lazy villager, which i can relate to!

my favorite npc that isn’t a villager is either brewster or blathers! i always loved waking blathers up to give him my new finds for the museum, and there was always something comforting about grabbing a cup of coffee with brewster every day

sorry if i went a little overboard, i grew up on every version of animal crossing there is so the games mean a lot to me! if you’re willing, i’d like to know your favorite(s) too!

[paint-lady]

for the tabletop ask meme, I guess I'm most interested in 5 and 15

5.) Which system did you grow up with?

Answered here, but no worries. I actually didn't play a ttrpg until I was in college: pathfinder 1e. I played pretend, I played with my siblings, I made up games and rules all through my childhood.

15.) Your most epic death.

I self sacrificed a one shot character and then also got petty revenge on all the other pcs that were rude to her.

It was the first game I played with my Exalted ST. And it was not exalted. We were playing Dread. John had pulled or crafted this one shot for a bunch of the other touring actors and technicians. When we started, there were 13 players. If you know anything about how to play dread- that number drops quick.

Dread is a game played with a Jenga tower. To preform skill checks, the Storyteller asks the players to pull blocks from the tower. The more pulls, the more difficult the task. As the tale goes on, the tower gets less and less stable. If the tower falls on your pull, your character dies. However, there is an interesting extra mechanic- and I'm not certain if this is Dread itself or if this is something he incorporated. If you knock over the tower on your turn on purpose, you will still die- but you succeed at the task in the best way possible in your moment of self sacrifice.

I was playing a Junkrat Pilot with a love for little space rodents (space hamster jokes here). I dont even remember her name. All I do remember is that our group had hired her to fly the ship to this base that had appeared. They wanted to investigate what it was. Normally, she would never have taken this job. But 30 million parcoins- up front... that feeds her and the rats and fuels the ship for a year.

Transit was rough. The passengers that paid her were often outright rude, sticking their noses into private quarters, and one definitely ate one of the space hamsters. She was angry. But- 30 million.

When we finally arrived, the scholar and historian recognized what this base was. It was a terrible weapon. A la the Death star, It possessed some sort of laser But when fired it does not just make the massive planet explode. It changes the molecular structures of the atmosphere and crust (if it has one). This utterly blights the land and suffocates living things that need to respirate. Once done, it can harvest the organic matter that had expired. And once that's done, can harvest the energy at the core of the planet (if any).

Most of the people that come on the trek decided that they had to figure out a way to destroy this awful thing.

Junkrat pilot was adamant about staying with the ship but our Blight Star superweapon had a security system- a microbial and macro one. The micro one initiated. The interior air lock gates slowly began to shut, and the crew dashed to safety. I barely made it out, barely sliding under the door, watching the Jenga tower wobble with each pull. We turned and watched as other crew members crumbled and molted from whatever was released.

Macrobiome security measures initiated.

There was a skittering. Something lurked in a room over. Upon entering, we could see the fine strings that coated everything in a sticky substance. Junkrat ran her finger along the threads, it easily sliced through her skin. The threads were razor wire. The skittering became a chitter, as an enormous spider with spindly glass-like legs approached us. A vibrant purplish venom salivated from its pincers, it was excited for new prey.

Run.

You can't.

Our shoes had become tangled in these sticky sharp threads. The party began to delicately try and pry themselves free.

The tower wobbled.

The scholar takes his feet from his shoes and daringly leaps back to the door. He almost crosses the threshold, just barely unable to jump the full distance. Wires tear at his skin. His feet now pour blood, leaving red stains where he walks.

The tower wobbled. The spider steps closer.

The mechanical engineer sacrifices a finger to pry her shoes free from the webs. The spider excitedly gobbles the clean cut appendage- hungry for more. While its distracted, the mechanical engineer looks to the soldier and the pilot. She could carry one to safety if they stepped out of their shoes.

The tower rocks as she pulls a block.

But... it steadies.

The Mechanical engineer apologizes and rescues the soldier, hoping the brawn could keep them alive for whatever other horrors lurk in the next room over.

There are two others needing to cross the threshold. I'm gazing at the listing tower, held steadfast by three blocks- knowing I'd have to pull one. I look at my storyteller. He is excitedly pretending to be a spider.

I steel my nerves. And knock over the tower. Pieces crumble and scatter. John is beaming with that storytellers evil grin.

Junkrat pilot tangles herself in webs and feels the wires dig deep into her as she purposefully squirms. The spider crawls towards her, jaw unhinging. The wires tighten, slicing through bone. The two others escape, and shut the door behind them.

My storyteller looks at me and asks, "do you have any last words?"

And I smile, a little choked up but relieved because for me- it was over. "I have the keys to the ship in my pocket. Good luck getting home, fuckers."

[clowncalvary]

Reviewing Every Animal Crossing New Horizons Villager (Because I Have Fallen Down The Rabbit Hole) Part 1

Ace: Ugly, kind of reminds of a terrible piplup. 10 Bells.

Admiral: He reminds me of an OC I have who is very grumpy. His silly eyebrows made me smile. 100 Bells.

Agent S: On first glance I thought he was Splendid from Happy Tree Friends. I like his smug lil face, but otherwise he is meh. 50 Bells.

Agnes: Oh no, she is so charming though. I might just be weak to pigs though, they are very nostalgic. Very cute, I kind of hope I get her on my island. 1000 Bells.

Al: NO, NO, FUCK YOU. NO. 0 BELLS, I WILL PAY YOU TO GET RID OF HIM. SO GLAD HE IS NOT ON MY ISLAND.

Alfonso: Is he sick? The spots are a little frightening. Kinda like chicken pocs. Do not come near me, sir. 10 Bells.

Alice: Nope, I thought this was a weirdly formed mouse at first. 0 Bells.

Alli: Very cute, would not go searchin' for them though. 100 Bells.

Amelia: Um. She kinda looks like she was dunked into blood head first. I can appreciate that, but no thank you. 8 Bells.

Anabelle: Huh. I... Huh. I do not know? ??? Bells. Maybe 20 Bells??

Anchovy: Why did they make Rock Lee a bird???? Hasn't that man been slandered enough???? 5 Bells!!

Angus: His face is a bit weirdly shaped, but mine is too, so I can not judge him too much for that! 19.5 Bells.

Anicotti: Had to do a deep dive because I thought they had long hair at first and that was going to affect the rating. They do not. 5 Bells.

Ankha: I'm weak for a cute cat. Although the memes of yore are burned into my skull right between my eyes. So I see her and I cringe a bit,,,, 500 Bells.

Annalisa: I got moon eyes as soon as I saw this cutie. I really want them and I hope I can replace Sprocket on my island with them QAQ 2000 Bells.

Annalise: Ah. Peteh, the horse is here. 4 Bells.

Antonio: Ohohoho, a little mime dude! I would love a lil mime dude on my island! I'm staring to think most of the anteaters are pretty endearing! 1200 Bells.

Apollo: The United States animal, seein' apollo reminds me that we should go back to hunting and eatin' these lil dudes. 5 Bells.

Apple: See, this hamster looks like something that I should like. My friends would even probably think so! But I am so disturbed by their eyes.... 0 Bells.

Astrid: Hehe, I love the little star and the expression. I like this lil dude, they are welcome on my island! 200 Bells.

Audie: Their hair is throwing me off.... They would be so cute otherwise :( 200 Bells.

Aurora: This is the best kind of stylized penguin and I can NOT be persuaded otherwise! I just love them so much, I would have a plush of them!! 2000 Bells.

Ava: Reminds me of those microwave chickens. 10 Bells.

Avery: No. Ugly. Bad. 0 Bells.

Axel: This guy is proof that god has abandoned us. -20 Bells. You should pay me to even look at them.

Azalea: The sunny side egg on their horn cannot tempt me more on to their side. 12 Bells.

Baabara: I know the name is a pun. I KNOW THIS. But I still thought that they were a dog on the first look!! Unpopular opinion, ugly. 10 Bells.

Bam: Reminds me of an ex in a bad way, sorry Bam, it isn't you, it really is me. 0 Bells.

Bangle: I thought that was Tom Nook at first, and then I did a double take and realized that it is a tiger cosplayin' as Tom Nook. 0 Bells. You cannot replace him.

Barold: Why. -50 Bells.

[sdpolar]

Pashmina animal crossing

Hippeux the Hippo is every prep school bully mashed into a bright yellow hippo's body. Animal Crossing Villager To Kick Off Your Island - Olaf The Anteater To improve the lives of all inhabitants on Animal Crossing islands, players must ensure Maelle's departure. Maelle gives players virtually no incentive to keep her around when another interesting (and kind) Villager could take her place. If her disappointing character design and nasty personality weren't enough, Maelle's boring hobby is limited to walking around with a purse and sometimes wearing head accessories. Maelle's snobby arrogance makes both the player character and neighbors victims to her untamable temper. Related: Animal Crossing Villagers Everyone’s Already Forgotten About Her appearance resembles a disappointed mother ready to scold her child and will likely send most players running. Unfortunately, entering her home will usually require a conversation with one of Animal Crossing's most dramatic Villagers. Maelle's interior decorating skills are her only redeemable quality, as her house takes after a quaint city park, complete with a popcorn machine. Animal Crossing Villager To Kick Off Your Island - Rodney The Hamster Players should make these Animal Crossing Villagers leave as soon as possible. A game created to help players escape the stresses of everyday life should avoid all of these, yet Nintendo's collection of disturbingly antagonistic Villagers persists. The Animal Crossing community has consistently ostracized several Villagers for their nasty attitudes, boring decorations, and failed character designs. Related: Animal Crossing Villagers Players Are Sick Of By Now While it's unlikely for a player to secure all of ACNH's most popular Villagers, there is a startling number that many players won't want around their homes. Unfortunately, Marshall and Raymond are notoriously difficult to find, with some players dedicating hours to hunt the Villagers on Mystery Islands. These Villagers are stylish, kind, and a status symbol for those lucky enough to secure them. Several Animal Crossing Villagers maintained popularity since launch - such as Marshall, Raymond, Marina, and Sherb. If any unfortunate soul makes neighbors of ACNH's meanest Villagers, kicking them off the island is the only way to reestablish peace. Memes of undesirable Villagers have permeated the Animal Crossing: New Horizons community, crafting a clear list of unwanted residents that will only make players' lives miserable. Nintendo placed a limit of ten Villagers per island, meaning players must choose their neighbors carefully or risk drama spoiling their ACNH paradise. If you don't think any of the above situations apply, you can use this feedback form to request a review of this block.Animal Crossing: New Horizons is filled with Villagers to inhabit players' islands, but not all deserve a plot of land. Contact your IT department and let them know that they've gotten banned, and to have them let us know when they've addressed the issue.Īre you browsing GameFAQs from an area that filters all traffic through a single proxy server (like Singapore or Malaysia), or are you on a mobile connection that seems to be randomly blocked every few pages? Then we'll definitely want to look into it - please let us know about it here. You'll need to disable that add-on in order to use GameFAQs.Īre you browsing GameFAQs from work, school, a library, or another shared IP? Unfortunately, if this school or place of business doesn't stop people from abusing our resources, we don't have any other way to put an end to it. When we get more abuse from a single IP address than we do legitimate traffic, we really have no choice but to block it. If you don't think you did anything wrong and don't understand why your IP was banned.Īre you using a proxy server or running a browser add-on for "privacy", "being anonymous", or "changing your region" or to view country-specific content, such as Tor or Zenmate? Unfortunately, so do spammers and hackers. IP bans will be reconsidered on a case-by-case basis if you were running a bot and did not understand the consequences, but typically not for spamming, hacking, or other abuse. If you are responsible for one of the above issues.

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[mudskip-muses]

Hello :) drabble anon is wondering:

If you'd like, maybe a drabble with gundham and fuyuhiko with #20?

:)))))))

Embarrassment Meme (X) #20 - Sitting on the kitchen floor, humming a tune, and overindulging in ice cream.

It wasn't Gundham's original plan to diverge on his trek to his room and instead enter the dorm's kitchens, but it was his Devas', the little creatures scurrying down from his scarf and across the floor of the main hall, wiggling their way under the doors to cause whatever mischief inside they deemed fit for the eve. Gundham just groaned at this, wanting nothing more than to sleep, having spent the last several hours watching over as a new litter of puppies were born under his care, wishing to ensure they all would rest comfortably until he could tend to them again in the morning.

As he neared the door to retrieve his chaotic little minions, a tune could be heard from just beyond it, Gundham's brow knitting in confusion at the familiarity of the voice. Pushing open the door, his suspicions were confirmed at the sight of Fuyuhiko sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back pressed up against the counters as he ate through a rather large tub of ice cream. He didn't notice the breeder at first, another spoonful being shoved into his cheeks when he first saw the Devas, the yakuza pausing in confusion before boots came into his view, and then Gundham himself as his gaze moved up the breeder's body.

Spoon still in his mouth, his cheeks holding a rather bright flush now, Gundham wondered idly if that would make the ice cream melt all the faster, or if perhaps the blush would be more abundant were it not for the cold treat puffing out the yakuza's cheeks, not unlike his Devas after raiding their seed bowl.

They were stuck in a deadlocked stare for several seconds, Gundham watching with a smirk as Fuyu slowly pulled the spoon from his mouth and swallowed. "...Hey." Was his greeting, and had it been anyone but the breeder, he very well may have thrown the entire tub of ice cream at them before running out of the room. Instead, Fuyu just went for another spoonful, having to shift away from a Deva as it scaled up to his shoulder and tried to sniff the spoon.

Gundham just chuckled as Fuyu struggled to turn away from the hamster with a few muttered curses, the overlord taking a seat next to him and plucking the Deva from his shoulder with a soft tut. They sat in silence for a moment, Fuyuhiko continuing to eat while Gundham pet his hamster with that sweet little smile. Eventually it was broken by the breeder as he tucked his pet into his scarf, his head gently thunking back against the cabinets with a tired sigh. "...What were you humming? It sounded familiar."

Fuyu gave a shrug as he ate another spoonful of ice cream, Gundham left to wonder if he had gone through the entire gallon container by himself. "Dunno, some shit I heard Kaz fucking blasting in his shop earlier. Song's shit, but it's stuck in my head." He seemed rather miffed about that as he stuck the spoon back into the ice cream, nearly flinging what he had scooped up onto the floor with how aggressively he tried to lift it.

"...How's the dog?" Gundham let out a tired sigh at the question, his eyes slipping closed as the yakuza let out a laugh. "Guess that sums it up, huh?" He said with a grin around the spoon, Gundham cracking open an eye, only to break out into a smile of his own at the sight. "The dog is fine." Not beast, or creature, or even hellhound, just dog. "She was able to birth the entire litter without assistance, though the last one seemed to give her some trouble. That is to be expected, however, after birthing twelve of them."

That had Fuyu choking on his treat, Gundham turning to him with a look of concern, only to smile at the bewildered look he received. "Twelve?! That's a fuck ton of puppies! Is that normal?!" Gundham just laughed, reaching a hand out to wipe a bit of ice cream from Fuyu's cheek where the spoon had bumped it with his thumb. "It is a rather large number, yes. Typically, there is half of that in an average litter, but this pairing was especially promising, so I am not surprised."

Bringing his hand up to lick away what was on his thumb, Gundham paused in realization afterwards, brows drawn in confusion as he turned to the yakuza, who was in the midst of shoving the last bit of ice cream into his mouth. "...Are you not cursed with an aversion to dairy?" Fuyuhiko just shrugged before pulling the spoon from his mouth, rising up from the floor to toss it into the sink. "Yeah, but Teru made this shit special. I...was supposed to share it with you, actually, since it's vegan and whatever." Something he looked rather sheepish about as he tossed the empty container in the trash. "You were taking too long, though, so sucks for you I guess." Fuyu said with a smirk as Gundham rose from the floor, the breeder laughing with a shake of his head.

"Yes well, I will inform the small chef that I wasn't able to indulge in such a treat since a little pet of mine ate my share. Perhaps he may be so inclined to make another batch." Gundham said with a smirk as Fuyu sputtered, the yakuza trailing behind the breeder as he made his way out of the kitchen. "What the fuck did you just call me, you bastard?! I'll fucking kick your ass!"

Gundham just laughed at the threat, shooting the yakuza another smirk over his shoulder. "I don't believe you can reach it, love." The comment had the effect he wanted, Fuyuhiko's face turning a rather delightful shade of red as he lunged at the breeder, jumping high enough to wrap his arms about Gundham's neck from behind in a faux chokehold. "I'm gonna make you fucking regret that, you bitch! You're my fucking pet now!" All Gundham could do was laugh, shifting about to carry Fuyuhiko on his back down the hallway as he ranted and raved on how he was going to get back at his partner.

And when Fuyuhiko fell asleep halfway to their room? Well, Gundham would keep that little bit to himself, the sight of the normally guarded yakuza sleeping so soundly a treat of it's own.

[bae-leth]

I'm through ch9. My heart is broken. My nightmare has come true. Imma sit here and take a break for a split second. Brb. My heart is recovering.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH CHAPTER 9???

[shellibocs]

—oc tag meme

was tagged by @lilwritingraven and @necro-hamster on my main but I had this in my drafts so

rules: always, never, sometimes

— light sources

sun rays

effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

incandescent bulbs

crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

stardust

lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

candle flames

denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

moonbeams

newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

auroras

combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

fireworks

dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.

— body language

defensiveness

arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth

reflective

hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off; cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows

suspicion

arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes

confidence

hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo

insecurity & anxiety

chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer; marker; cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

anger & frustration

short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales

— senses

sight

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york night city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

hearing

crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

touch

being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

taste

coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

[amethystspaceprince]

Get yourself someone who looks at you like Apple looks at my happy home designer guy