#mocha users

[wieqo]

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀๑⠀ ⠀🈺⠀ ⠀𝆹 ॱ

cinamoroll - cinmrooll

mocha - snrimcha

pochacco - pochcco

badtz-maru - bdatzmr

keroppi - krppios

hangyodon - hngyood

pekkle - pekklrr

kirimichan - kirmchan

coro coro kuririn - ccrkurrin

[staud]

In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap. – Richard Siken Song: "A 1000 TIMES" by Hamilton Leithauser

[aliengvtz]

( ꔫ ) 𝗶'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝟱𝟬𝟱 ⌒ ♡ 丙

[mechahero]

//Working on ki shape stuff.

[scungledfiles]

could i request a userbox that says "this user likes milk and mocha" ? milk and mocha as in the white and brown bears btw

!!! yea :) i like them too

sorry this took so long ive been feeling under the weather all day

[mochapanda]

i really like the online naming culture on twitch where people just call you some part of your user name so 1. you never have to introduce a Name name or use a legal one and 2. you get that sweet nonbinary satisfaction of a stupid object nickname without being like "yeah my actual literal name is chair"

[reveriers]

› Aspirante a detective número #128 detectado. IVAN RHEE, proveniente de INGLATERRA. Con 24 años, siempre le han dicho que tiene un parecido con LEE CHAEMIN. Enviade desde la Escuela de detectives SINCLAIR & THORNE como estudiante de intercambio a la Academia Reverie. Fue seleccionade por su impresionante desempeño en CAPACIDAD DE ANÁLISIS (4) y también mostrar aptitudes prometedoras en OBSERVACIÓN (2) y ADAPTACIÓN (1).

MOCHA, como administración de Reverie Academy, queremos agradecerte tu interés. Tienes 24 horas para enviarnos la cuenta de tu personaje. Si llegases a necesitar más tiempo, no dudes en comunicarte con nosotras.

OOC

Apodo: Mocha

Pronombres: ella/suya

Edad: +25

Zona horaria: UTC+2

Triggers: abuso sexual, violencia de género, pedofilia, incesto, maltrato animal, trabajo sexual.

En caso de unfollow, ¿permitirías que usemos a tu personaje en la trama como un PNJ?: Sí 

IC

Nombre: Ivan Rhee / Rhee Jihwan

Pronombres: él/suyo

Faceclaim: Lee Chaemin

Fecha de nacimiento y edad: 03/03/00, 24 años.

Nacionalidad: surcoreano con residencia en Inglaterra.

Profesión: consultor forense.

Año en curso en la Escuela de Detectives Sinclaire & Thorne: 2 años

Especialización que cursará en Reverie: analista de inteligencia.

Habilidades de Reverie en las que destacó: 

Capacidad de análisis (3), observación (2), adaptación (1).

Curiosidades:

la familia rhee, que simbolizaba el respeto profesional en la agencia nacional de investigación científica de corea, acogieron a sus hijos dentro de un entorno estable y bañado por el conocimiento. el benjamin, ivan, a duras penas disfrutó del amor fraternal que tenían para ofrecerle, pues con sólo ocho años, sus progenitores fueron brutalmente asesinados. el caso, que sacudió al país, no ha sido resuelto hasta la fecha y su autor vaga en libertad por las calles. la tragedia dejó a ivan en el limbo y, si bien su hermano mayor luchó incansablemente por la custodia, pasó años en hogares de acogida. a los doce años, la situación se regularizó, su hermano mayor se convirtió en su tutor legal y, a pesar de que la estabilidad parecía estar al alcance, ivan ya estaba perdido en sus propias heridas.

en la adolescencia encontró cobijo en la música, un arma de doble filo donde halló consuelo y, a la vez, caos. formó una banda con amistades, donde tocaba la guitarra y cantaba de forma ocasional. se especializaron en covers de rock alternativo, indie, y algunos temas de comienzos de los dos mil. aquello, que no lo saciaba del todo, le dio libre acceso a los excesos y al desorden que puso en jaque su vida hasta los dieciocho años. esa época propia, en la actualidad, es su máxima vergüenza y la carga con un peso descomunal.

a pesar de todo, sus estudios le brindaron una oportunidad para redescubrirse. la disciplina y el trabajo duro lo impulsaron hacia adelante, especialmente después de mudarse a Inglaterra para cursar el bachillerato. aunque inicialmente se sintió fuera de lugar en el país, decidió honrar la memoria de sus padres accediendo a la universidad de cambridge, donde estudió criminología con especialización en consultor forense. los últimos años de su vida han estado dominados por sus estudios, encontrándose irónicamente atrapado en su propio esplendor.

un par de años atrás adoptó a un conejo que bautizó como mandu. si bien ha tenido problemas para su crianza, con la confianza de amigues que le cuidan cuando él es incapaz, ha encontrado en el pequeño animal un afecto absoluto.

[55szn]

good luck - mv1

max verstappen x fem!reader smau

summary when max and y/n adopt a black cat and everyone thinks it’s bringing him bad luck, they are determined to prove them wrong

warnings none i think

fc various girls from pinterest

notes requested!💘 loved this so muchhajska (excuse my poor editing skills on this one lol)

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maxverstappen1 not having the season we expected, lots of work ahead.😑

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user male acting performance where he’s having the worst day of his life but looks so hot doing it:

user girlsnjasfkja😭

user i’m being so serious rn you HAVE to give that cat to someone else

user first dnf i laughed… second dnf i serioused

user dw i played the dutch anthem at home for you king🧡🧡

user IT’S OKAY POOKIE YOU ARE GONNA WIN ALL OTHER RACES😖😖😖

user not if he doesn’t get rid of that cat lol

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[😍🐈‍⬛ @ yourusername] [when the cat steals your gf😑]

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yourusername certified dilf‼️

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maxverstappen1 the last pic??

yourusername gave me dad vibes idk

user so true

user what are the odds of max getting a black cat and immediately starting to get bad results

user ikr

user just a coincidence 🤷‍♀️

user one time thing is a coincidence, two dnfs in a row and then not being able to get a single win in many races… sounds like “black cat curse” to me sorry

user get rid of the cat if you want him to win the championship i’m BEGGING🙏🏻🙏🏻😫😫

user you guys are so ridiculous

user mocha with the max plush omgggggg i might die🥹🥹🥹🥹

user idc what anyone says he is gonna win the championship again and mocha will be forgiven you read it here first

user cat crazy lady + cat crazy dude = perfect match💘

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yourusername black cat bring good luck 😺 not bad luck 😾 so so proud of you maxie🧡

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maxverstappen1 my girls🫶🏻🥰

maxverstappen1 love you❤️

yourusername love you more dilf💘

user just unserious as fuck😭😭

user max calling the cat and yn “his girls” like mocha is his daughter or smth😭

user she is his daughter wdym

redbullracing what an adorable lucky charm😺🍀

yourusername you know it🫡

user queen 🙏🏻

user I KNOW WHO MY GOAT IS🐐🐐 (mocha)

user mocha redemption arc ohhh i’ve been waiting for this one

user FR I ALWAYS BELIEVED IN YOU MOCHA😫

user THEY GOT MOCHA A PADDOCK PASS IM CRYINGGG

user always blessing us with the best max pictures thank u mother🥹

user please god i also want to raise a black kitty with my incredibly hot bf😔😔

user oh to be mocha…

user you don’t understand this lil family is EVERYTHING to me☹️☹️

[riverianepondsims]

The Sims 4 to The Sims 3 - LittleDica Rise & Grind Coffeehouse Set

Quite some time ago, I mentioned that a café themed set was on the horizon - here it is now! ☕ Important info and download 💾 below:

About a year ago, I worked on several projects, but many things happened that prevented the release of them. This set was one of them - primarily, I make things for myself and my own use and post later. However, when it came to posting these, some items needed a little extra attention as I wanted them to look a little better, and I ended up adding more than I originally had. It's here now, so it all worked out in the end :) Some of you may have spotted some of these items in my Target set previews 🧐 bonus points to you. Most of LittleDica's sets are my absolute favorite from TS4, and I'm already working on more. Plan to see more of these and others soon! Here's what's included: Aroma Sensations Mural - Wall Deco Professionally Scribbled Chalk Drawing - Wall Deco Dracaena Lemon Lime Plant - Deco Splash of Coffee Mural - Wall Deco Artist's Café Mural - Wall Deco Napkin Holder - Deco Café Bar - Deco Surface with many slots Counter Straw Holder - Separated deco from café bar mesh Counter Menu Sign - Separated deco from café bar mesh Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Text) - Wall Light Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Round) - Wall Light Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Large Backlit) - Wall Light Preparation Station - Display/Miscellaneous Surface, has many deco slots for holding items Coffee Beans Bin - Floor Deco Coffee Bags Bin - Floor Deco Coffee Bean Silo - Deco Wall Menu Sign - Wall Deco Iced Drink Tumbler - Deco Coffee Machine Pods - Deco Coffee Mug - Deco Espresso Powder - Deco Corporate Window Stickers - Wall Deco Syrup Bottle - Deco Spice Shaker - Deco Reusable Hot Coffee Cup - Deco H&B Smooth Pro Blender - Functional food processor appliance Barista Professionista Coffee Grinder - Functional coffee machine appliance Functional EA Edit by Me - Separated Barista Bar - Fully functional version of the barista bar coffee machine without the counter. It is "floating" and does not require placement on a counter or surface. May want to use moveobjects and/or alt placement to place around objects and surfaces, but is very versatile and works just like the original! Dunkin' - Lot file, modified version of TKL4EVR's Great American Eateries Baskin-Robbins Lot. Around this time last year, Dunkin became my favorite go-to coffee, and mocha cold brew has got me through the rollercoaster of this last year! ☕️ I edited this lot for me, but figured I'd share. Place in: The Sims 3 > Library Collection File - collection file to find the items easy in build/buy mode. Place in: The Sims 3 > Collections > User 🔍 Search: You can search for riverianepondsims, LittleDica, or 2023 to locate the items conveniently using a catalog search mod.

- You can find all of my previous uploads conveniently by clicking “Navigation” on my blog and going to “Downloads” or visiting riverianepondsims downloads

My downloads will always be free, but if you would like to say thank you: Ko-fi ☕

💾 Download: SFS - Archive file ☕️🍩🥐

[hadaura]

hiii, could you make mocha or cinnamonroll users? ❤︎

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ✿ ⬚͒⠀ 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 ꒰◞ ◟𐙚 ꒱ ׁ ֶָ֢

mochaura ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤmiumiumocha

bycinnamon ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ cinnamonrollitos

mochangelic ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ mymochaㅤ

cinnamonteeth ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ puppyroll

mocharelic ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ mochadollie

cinnamonrollis ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ cinnamondiarie

[idesofrevolution]

Never Enough

I wanted so badly to be like him. I’d stare at him from afar every day I commuted home from work. He was tall, he was stacked, he was dark, he was fuckin perfect. Each time I saw those arms, twice the size of my head, I had to stifle til the little moan I knew would escape my lips. I didn’t know his name, I didn’t know anything about him except he must have lived nearby, since he was jogging nearly every day down the main strip. No shirt, beadlets of sweat glistening on that ebony skin, trailing down a set of washboard abs into a soaked pair of black shorts.

He was everything I knew I could never be. Surely a couple roid rages helped him along the way, but there’s something to be said about genetics. He had the genes I wouldn’t ever have. So I would sit there like creepy voyeurist every day and drool over this sweaty lug of a man I’d never met but so heavily admired.

I couldn’t tell you what the catalyst was for my google search that day. Maybe it was the fact I was bored out of my mind at work, or maybe that angst just kept compiling subconsciously until I finally did something about it. Either way, I found myself seeing what could be done about the way I looked, about who I was. A few pages down the line, well past 20 or so, I saw one result which piqued my curiosity.

“MelaSculpt” was the product. The little snippet of description on the search page described a fitness supplement for black men. I didn’t really think as I clicked the page that I would find anything of use to myself. After all, a black man I am not- but male is male right? And health supplements aren’t discriminative to my knowledge. The page for some company named VitaCorp opened quickly, and the page did take me back a bit. A studly mocha skinned man smirked back at me, flexing his vascular biceps while shoving a small orange pill into the foreground.

“MelaSculpt is the newest addition to VitaCorp’s growing list of nutritional supplements, which is aimed at improving the wellness and physique of men of color. Specially balanced for peak performance and quick results, this supplement will help YOU get the body of your dreams.” I scrolled past the ingredients list and disclaimers, much more interested in seeing the before and after photos of previous clients. The results were staggering. One man was easily 300 pounds overweight in his before picture, and after one treatment he was cut, lean, and healthy. Another was the opposite: gangly and paper thin before, ripped and bulked after. I kept swiping the pictures, before realizing the gallery was almost 200 photos. Before I could stop myself I had already purchased the bottle.

The rest of the day went by as normal, the draining, soul sucking grind of a day working had made me forget entirely that I had bought the supplements. So imagine my surprise upon arriving home when I saw a nondescript black package in my mailbox with a bright orange VitaCorp logo on it. It wasn’t possible! I looked, the company was out of Australia, I wasn’t even close. Unless they had a fulfillment center here in town, this couldn’t be it. Though, sure enough, as I ripped the plastic open, the matte black bottle rolled out into the palm of my hand.

I booked it inside, immediately rushing to my bathroom to examine the contents further. The futuristic font glistened the MelaSculpt name, teasing me as I ripped the plastic ring off the cap and twisted it open. The inside was full of cotton, and after pulling out what seemed like an inordinate amount of it, I saw two large orange pills in the bottom of the bottle. For a moment I was beyond pissed. What kind of rip off scheme did I buy into this time? I grabbed the package, shaking it upside down, hoping for a set of written instructions or a receipt. Luckily, a small card labeled “USER GUIDE” toppled onto the cold tile floor. I picked it up and began to read.

“Thank you for your purchase! We sincerely hope your experience with MelaSculpt enhances your life in every way you might hope. To begin your journey, take a test amount of a 1/4 pill to ascertain tolerance. Do not exceed 2 pills per person in totality.

WARNING: MelaSculpt is designed for use in men of color only. Side effects may include…”

I tossed the card aside, eager to get started. The orange pill glistened in my palm, presegmented into four doses. I broke off the first portion and swallowed it, washing it down with water from the tap. I stood a front the mirror, preparing myself to say goodbye to this corporeal prison and hello to a hunky Adonis like the jogger. It didn’t take long.

It had been merely second before I doubled over. I could hear the bubbling and groaning of my stomach, feeling it gurgle and pulsate. Immediately, I was convinced I was poisoned. Some random website I had found on Google supplied me Arsenic or Ricin… and I was dumb enough to take it. The first burp escaped my mouth, and I could feel instant relief. I stumbled into the bedroom, leaning on the dresser before actually looking down at my midriff. Beneath my shirt, which once was ill fitting and awkward, my stomach seemed to strain against the fabric. I ripped the shirt from my torso, buttons flying off it.

Beneath that cheap polyester were six little bumps vaguely protruding from my former gut. Another belch, and my swollen love handles seemed to collapse in on themselves. I was shocked, no, thrilled to see my waistline shift and bulk as two cumgutters started to balloon out. That was all fine and good, until my head began to spin. Yet another belch. I grasped onto the dresser, trying desperately to balance myself. But just as the world began to warp and blur, I thought I saw the slightest pinpricks of dark skin begin to cascade down my fingertips before it all went black.

I woke up on the ground. My head throbbed with a migraine straight from hell, rubbing my pulsating temples. Light streamed through the blinds, it was the next day for certain. As my throbbing eyes finally began to adjust, the world around me became clearer. Immediately, I saw them. Toes. My toes. BLACK toes. I wriggled my big toe, just to make sure they were in fact mine, before looking down at my hands. They were a dark ebony, tattoos sprinkled on my wrists and up my thick forearms. I scrambled to my feet and looked in the mirror.

What met my gaze were two meaty pecs, cobblestone abs, arms the size of a cantaloupe… a snaking bulge creeping further and further down my shorts. I hadn’t even looked at my face, I was too scared to look. No, scared wasn’t the right word, it was the mounting anticipation of just who I now was. I looked up, and my breath was taken away. My hair was a wild jumble of black curly locks radiating out into an afro. My chiseled jawline had a light stubble, the only two places on my entire body where I had hair. Every single inch of this sculpted, godlike body was smooth, chiseled, and powerful.

Taking a breath, the light scent of sweat emanated from my pits and feet. Just one whiff gave me a head rush as if I’d taken a hit of poppers. I panicked in the moment, refusing to believe this was who I now was. I pulled and prodded my face as if I were wearing a mask, but alas, this was my face. This was real. And a devilish smirk crept onto my face.

————

That was seven months ago. Truthfully, I’d adjusted pretty naturally into being Jabari. After a day or two of no showing at work, when the boss called the apartment I just explained I was the new tenant. I have no idea what happened to the guy before me. I was Jabari Jefferson, I’d just moved to town from Baltimore and was looking for a gig in personal training. The landlord just kinda accepted I was the new tenant, as long as the rent was paid she didn’t really care.

I started to get more comfortable going out in my new body, appreciating the winks and stares of those who passed. That kind of admiration changes a guy, you start to kind of believe it. I found my own new style, I found a gym to work at down the street from the house. I hit up the bars and happily took home any sexy adult I could find. They couldn’t get enough of that subtle, salty funk which seemed to linger around me; that testosterone laden musk which, admittedly got me and my 9 inch cock off after nearly every session on the basketball court. I made a name for myself around the neighborhood for being “that guy.” The one everyone wanted to be, the guy I always dreamed I’d become. That however, leads us to todays events.

The sun was beaming down on me, as I contently shot some hoops before I hit up my date at a bar down the street. The energy I felt every single day. It was so strong and powerful. That virility, that libido, that strength… it was addictive. I plopped down onto the bench, prying my size 13 LeBron 19’s from my damp, socked foot. Taking a not so guilty whiff of that sharp, satisfying scent of a damn good game, just as I did after every hoop sesh. I tossed the sneakers into the bag and pulled out my slides, only for something to roll right out of the bag as I did.

I looked down at my wet feet on the pavement to see the black bottle of MelaSculpt had fallen out of my bag. Truthfully, I’d forgotten where I put it months ago: out of sight, out of mind. But as I looked down at it, that little nagging voice in the back of my head began to pick at me. Those feelings I felt that day, that euphoric rush. The power of my flexing muscles, the taste of my sweat, the touch of my skin… it all came back to me at once.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. That sensation, that lust for power and strength more than ever before is as enticing as it sounds even now. I opened my eyes, and delicately grabbed the bottle. The pill and 3/4 rattled around the bottom of the black container, teasing me even further. I looked down at my glistening muscles, slick with sweat, and imagined just how much more I wanted. It wasn’t enough to be sexy and strong, I had to be the strongest. I had to be the one.

In that moment of irrevocable weakness, I twisted the cap off and swallowed the remainder of the pill I’d used the first time. I didn’t remember the instructions, I didn’t remember the warnings, I remembered that feeling. It was the only thing in my mind as a triple dose made its way down my throat. Just as the first time, I doubled over on the bench, my stomach rumbling audibly to even passersby. I groaned and let out a cacophonous belch, one that even surprised myself. My chest ballooned out almost comically as a cartoon. Veins bulged prominently out of my thinning skin as my necklace burst from the base of my throat, too fragile for the force of my widening neck.

I scampered and stumbled blindly into the locker room, fortunately empty at the time. I let out another cavernous burp, which echoed throughout the room. My thighs bubbled outward in grotesque disproportion to the rest of my musculature. I crawled on the floor toward a shower stall, making it in before just as the time before the world began to spin. I got one final glimpse of my biceps contort and spasm before it all went dark.

I awoke in that shower stall in agony. Every muscle felt stiff and stone like in the cramped stall. I couldn’t even fit my entire body in the stall, my feet stuck out from beneath the door. The smell, it was strong. I enjoyed that savory, delectable scent of masculine musk before, but this was different. The only word I could describe it with is pungent. Like high quality Gorgonzola, and it was pouring out of every crevice of my body. I pushed the stall door open, which nearly came off from the force of my strength.

Getting to my feet, I crept slowly toward the sink, feeling every contraction of every muscle, thinly veiled behind my hairless skin. I got to the mirror. I had tripled in size. Muscles bulged from every direction, built far past the natural threshold I even knew existed. My dreads had all but fallen off, leaving a buzzed hair which exposed veins protruding from even my own scalp. I could feel my heart pumping every single beat, and the blood flowing across my entire body. The power was incomprehensible, it was incredible. It was… far too much for me. I scrambled back to my bag, tossing my favorite sneakers across the room, never to fit my rank size 17 feet ever again.

The bottle seemed tiny in my massive hand, I strained to see the instructions printed on the card I’d left inside. The only thing I could make out was the final words at the bottom of the paper: “Effects permanent. Use with caution.” My heart skipped a beat, I looked at myself in the mirror, a roid-inflated version of the Jabari I had built, nurtured, valued, loved… this wasn’t me. It felt wrong. I looked down at my phone desperately trying to look up the VitaCorp webpage to no avail. I screamed and punched the wall, my fist going straight through the tile and plaster.

My breathing labored, heavy, and hard, I looked down at the bottle again, chucking it into the bin. I looked at myself in the mirror, accepting there in that moment that Jabari was gone. This walking muscle was who I now was. I now had to concoct an entirely new persona yet again. But the only thing I could think of, was how much I wanted what I had lost.

[tropical-fruit-mx]

Smith family coffee order HCs, courtesy of yours truly, a former barista

@hazelnut-u-out posted a poll yesterday about whether or not Rick Sanchez is an iced coffee drinker (short answer: yes, but nuance to come) and I realized that I never came up with HCs for the family's coffee orders. I love doing this for fandoms I'm in because I barista-ed for A While and low key miss it sometimes. Anyway, headcanons!!

Rick

So in his tough guy-tortured loner-vigilante phase he was obviously an avid black coffee drinker (usually spiked). Being on the run/not having a place to call one's own he develops a taste for practicality and simplicity. Thus, he likes an easy drink you can get anywhere that is impossible to mess up. However, in a post-"Analyze Piss", post-Prime, 'Rick Sanchez is experiencing new levels of DGAF' world we get into the chaotic beverage enjoyer phase. First off, he has 100% tried every single new special drink that Starbucks rolls out. The summer skies boba thing, the oleato, everything. (He's a big fan of the Irish cream flavor when it comes out seasonally and was pissed the first time when he realized it didn't have alcohol in it.) Because Rick is hugely dopamine seeking so fun colored, fun flavored things always catch his eye. I also feel like he would majorly enjoy specialty coffee shops that do elaborate coffee drinks, like this man would fuck up a cereal milk latte. I also will contend that in this phase he has no regular order, he literally gets a different thing every time just to experiment with as many drinks as possible.

Beth

Drinks flat whites because she thinks they're classy and it's easier to have a simple coffee order for the intern at the vet to take down. I also think that she generally likes mixing caffeine and alcohol (huge espresso martini fan) and probably lost her mind on vodka red bulls in college. She also definitely had a red bull addiction to get through vet school but now she only drinks them as a guilty pleasure.

Space Beth

In honor of the fact that she's recreating her dad's 30s I think she has the same taste in coffee as a young Rick, which means she drinks it black and strong. She seems like an avid French press user and most likely has sourced fancy beans from somewhere in space (Venusian coffee probably fucks)

Jerry

Hot caramel macchiato, but he's convinced that this is the traditional way macchiatos are made and despite multiple arguments about the origins of macchiatos he is staunchly of the opinion that the actual drink is an upside down latte with fuck tons of caramel.

Summer

Pink drink purist, maybe gets matcha cold foam on top when she's feeling fancy. Although I could also see her getting vanilla iced lattes when she wants more caffeine. And if she's with Rick I can imagine her joining him in ordering crazy coffees just for fun.

Morty

Morty Smith is a fourteen year old boy, the Mocha Cookie Crumble Frap was basically made for him. It's just a fucking milkshake with caffeine, although I think that when he's with Beth and Jerry they make him get the crème version.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Hey Cap!!!

First section of OM observations plus commentary, chapters covered is: fox skin and changeling. Questions are numbered and in bold! 

Right, finally found the time to have a sit down and do this, yippee! College has been taking up far too much space in my brain! 

I’ve got a mocha, and a slice of lemon drizzle cake so I’m all set up :3

[— — —]

I’ve always really loved what you open with for OM, its both nice and straight to the point and the tone is kept light to play up the comedy that *somehow* no one has figured out just what Juleka is. 

Question 1: How does glamour work in this universe? Is it a natural magic that developed as a defence mechanism from when monsters were being persecuted or was it something cast over monsters by design? Is it a different sort of glamour that protects miraculous users' identities?

I did chuckle when Juleka referred to the miraculous as “hero business she wants no part of” because a) PN being a thing, and b) Juleka is literally insanely protective and sacrificial in OM as is so she’s heroic either way, so like ha! I know what you are Juleka… mentally ill…

Oh, I do love reading and seeing the gang form, you introduce these familiar characters with unfamiliar aspects so wonderfully. The way each of them have a different intro… it’s so much fun. I do like how the reveals slow down as the story goes on but still pop up from time to time, like with Kim in later chapters. 

Speaking of, I do adore how you write, like, overall plots? It’s hard to describe, but you always have a very good mix of character driven plot beats, and manage to keep the story arcs flowing. OM does have less of a clear ending point because of how it’s written but if anything it adds to the vibe of the story; teenagers being silly goofs and learning to rely on each other and discovering who they are as people. 

It’s so funny how Rose kicks off the plot by casually mentioning Alya’s coat, like did she just get bored or something?? 

I do like how you write Juleka’s vampiric driven thoughts, they toe the line of being a bit funny and with her being self aware enough that they feel grounded. They don’t feel unnecessarily creepy or melodramatic.

Christ it’s really weird seeing Juleka interact with Marinette. I'm so used to the toxic LadyNoire yuri…

Question 2: But also. Fr. Why did Marinette react like that when asked about Alya’s jacket??

Question 3: Does Juleka also have to count things if they are thrown on the floor as another weird vampire thing after needing an invitation and being unable to cross running water? Also is Juleka burnt in the sunlight and she’s just been wearing a huge hat and been fully covered this entire time or…?

I do love Alya as a character, especially in this she has so many fun qualities which are a lot of fun to read about. They’re awkward in an adorable way in this chapter, both of them lack any tact Juleka’s “I like your skin.” line will always make me lose my mind, why tf is she like that?! I do like their dynamic in this with the magical investigative side of things and becoming closer friends it's super cute :3

Question 4: How does Juleka’s whole mind control thing work? Because you explicitly wrote that the “I suggest you tell me more.” thing is a suggestion spell and I’m not sure if we ever see Juleka attempt to mind control someone. Like, I get why she wouldn’t whip it out on the reg, it’s kind of nasty on the consent side of things, but for when they’re fucking around and finding it out it feels like it could be useful depending on how it works :)

EEEE, Alya’s transformation is so cool… love how you wrote that, plus her reaction afterwards with immediately wanting to know more about Juleka is so in character for her. 

The running bit of Juleka being like “Why does everyone think Rose and I are dating?” only for her to be the only one who didn’t think that is literally so funny. My poor girl has no self esteem but to be fair Rose, girly, use your words!

Question 5: In your lore, is a bitten vampire different to a born vampire in any capacity? If so, in what ways?

Question 6: Why are Etta and Ella just people but Nora and Alya are selkies? Is it because their mum didn’t bring her coat with her when they escaped the sperm donor? If so; does that mean their mother lost the other traits of a selkie (as was described about Alya having sharper teeth, claws, etc.) or is it another reason? Also I find it so upsetting that Alya’s mother couldn’t keep her coat like man wtf she suffered enough

THEY’RE SO CUTE. I love Juleka just rambling about her experience as a vampire with all that stuff and Alya’s rapidly writing everything down… the buddy cop duo of all time actually. 

HA, Alya actively stalking observing Rose and Juleka as a fox at the end is so silly…

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The way that I’m like so frustrated that Juleka doesn’t try harder at shape shifting… girl if I could turn into a few animals and all I had to do was practise a lot you best know I’d be experimenting on the reg

Hey… the gangs (mostly) all here! (plus Marinette) 

To be perfectly honest with you; until I read this I never cared about Sabrina as a character. She just felt so directionless without Chloe there. Plus the writers kept flip flopping between Sabrina relishing in the nasty tasks Chloe gave her, ending up as a quieter mean girl or being this poor girl who’s Chloe’s lackey and is being pressured into everything. So in canon she had no consistent behaviour and had no substance behind her actions. 

On the other hand, Chloe felt similarly baseless and like she was just used for cheap plot progression until they introduced her mother and everything sort of clicked into place, as far as I can remember they never did the same thing for Sabrina.

Like the show really didn’t give us anything but hints on how you could make her interesting but you write her fantastically :)

Like, you both managed to make her a really fun character to read by pulling from bits and pieces of the show and when adding the magical element to it all you created a very compelling person who has complex relationships with people and herself and it’s just a joy to read

Not the title drop-

HEHEHE I love Alya and Juleka covertly gathering information they’re so silly, the idea of them concocting this plan all mischievous like is so funny

Alix expertly changing the subject (“Marinette wasn’t you dad a werewolf Akuma?”) but still hinting towards being / having connections to a werewolf was very smooth I don’t think I noticed that before! 

Question 7: Can a werewolf be Akumatized during a full moon? If so; what would happen? I’m ngl, this question does stem both from curiosity as I may have a little bit of a plan for that in my over complicated miraculous fic (Like, seriously, I get why you largely ignore Adrien, Marinette and the miraculous in this. Combining superhero + miraculous shenanigans AND monster / magical society AND civilian stuff into one, is a right bloody fucking nightmare to make it all fit together and figure out how the different aspects interact. It’s a lot of fun but jesus christ is it a pain in the arse to sort out)

EEEE, I love Sabrina and her changeling thingmies, it’s so much fun how you write the glamour being peeled away from each character once they have an ounce of evidence and are actively looking for it

Help not Juleka rolling her eyes at Marinette motor mouthing about Adrien, girl you are no better about Rose. Though I wonder why Adrien makes Juleka nervous.

Also, I wish we fucking went on nature walks more often. The last time I did that in school was when I was in primary 7 (grade 7 if you’re american… I actually don’t know if you are sorry) wait how old are the gang?? 

Question 8: How old is everyone in this?? Wait not literally everyone- you know what I mean!

Anyway. The point is a nature walk would rock and I love how absolutely none of the reveals for the monsters are the same! Like, Alya and Juleka’s ‘’confrontation’ was in her flat, Sabrina gets fucking lured through a forest by Juleka “Blunt as a dull hammer” Couffaine, and it goes on but I’ll natter on about them when we get there :3

Insane about the Sabrina backstory with her mother divorcing her dad after she found out Sabrina wasn’t the child she gave birth to. I headcanon that Roger also sucked ass at being a husband. He seems the sort. 

Neither of her parents are the best but like I can understand freaking the fuck out that your child got kidnapped and you were left with something inhuman, I cannot, on the otherhand, understand Roger treating Sabrina as he did and then trying to get his ‘real’ daughter back… but we’ll get there and I can rant more! 

I am curious about how they found out their baby got replaced, changelings are supposed to be convincing copies or were used as an excuse to kill physically deformed babies- but let’s not get into that! 

Juleka’s simply speaking the truth about all the changeling nonsense largely pushed by how her dad talks about her.

YES GIRL SHE IS NOT A FAKE. SHE. IS. HER OWN. PERSON!!! Juleka + rightful rage about other people’s shitty situations is always so much fun, a bit depressing that she’s so much more vocal when it’s someone else but rarely if ever speaks up for herself. But fr, whenever you write a character going off about another character’s shitty parents / situation or whatever I’m always right there with whoever’s ranting and raving. You write righteous anger impeccably cap, the dialogue and the action tags, all of it gets the feeling across spectacularly. 

Not the way that you said the stump Sabrina was sitting on was “now flourishing, not regrowing in any way, but moss and grass continued their newly improved growth, flowers blooming around their feet along with mushrooms and shrubbery.” is. Is this because Sabrina has been fucking smother by her dad her entire life and this is symbolic of how Juleka’s words affected her. If it is I’m a fucking eejit cause how did I miss that, it feels like it is because of how you phrased it. I mean it might be that but it is also foreshadowing about her botanical magic

Sabrina must be getting whiplash from Juleka suddenly being all chatty and asking pointed questions about her friendship with Chloe compared to her normally just like. Nervously standing somewhere in silence. 

Also. Hey. Sabrina girly you’ve been dealing with this whole life altering revelation by yourself for four years? What the actual fuck? I feel so bad for her?? Like I am so glad the gang forms and she hashes out her shit with Chloe and- aaaaah… The gang is just such a good friend group, the dynamics feel fleshed out for all the characters…

Question 9: Hey. what the fuck is Ms. Bustier? I vaguely remember you saying something about her nearly being a succubbus and then rethinking that cause she’s a teacher, and I *think* that it’s implied she is the Fae Queen from that story about Anarka but I’m not sure… Obviously don’t say if it’s spoilers but I just realised I’ve kind of assumed she is Fae and idk if that’s correct

I do love the wee bit at the end with Alya and Sabrina jokingly pushing Juleka to get drunk off of Fae blood, it’s really funny. Also in my head Fae blood is a dark turquoise and I’ve just realised you said “off-coloured blood” not fucking blue where did I get that from???

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That's all for tonight! I’m not sure if I’ll go as in depth with each chapter (and I may get too into reading and forget to write stuff down). I might fiddle with making the questions easier to find… Oh and If this is too much text in one ask, do say and I’ll split things up :)

(P.S, thank you for wishing me a happy birthday after my last ask :) it was very sweet <3)

YAYYY IM SO GLAD YOU ENKOYED YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

guahh Im so happy to read this guahhh okay lets get to answering

Question 1: Glamour is both a defense mechanism and a hunting mechanism! In terms for defense, its used by monsters to hide from being hunted or bothered. In terms of hunting, creatures like vampires and kelpies benefit from looking "normal"

Question 2: As for Marinette's reaction, she just straight up didn't notice Alya's coat! It confused her, and when Marinette gets confused by something she gets curious and suspicious. But she was made to show the difference between her, a normal human, and Juleka, a monster who knows what to look for.

Question 3: Juleka has a desire to count things but its not very intense its more like a subtle observation. It's also deeply uncomfortable and slightly scary to cross running water. Juleka would dub it a phobia of getting carried away by the water. She also gets pretty bad sunburns, she won't turn to dust, but god will it hurt to go out without a hat or sunscreen on for a full day.

Question 4: Suggestion magic kinda taps into a curse side of things I imagine! Like, putting someone magically into your debt by being polite. I imagine the origin lies in Fae stuff.

Question 5: They are in fact different! Juleka is a born vampire, meaning while she's sensitive to sunlight she will not die, and other 'holy' objects won't immediately kill her. She can also eat human food. Meanwhile, to be bitten into a vampire means Dying. When you're bitten by a vampire, you dont turn unless that bite Kills You.

Thus bitten vampires are undead, and Will die in direct sunlight, and can only survive on blood.

Question 6: You're correct! Etta and Ella lack the traits because Alya's mom lacks her coat. Im unsure if that means Marlena's own traits are fading without it.

Question 7: I think it would be VERY difficult to akumatize a full moon werewolf since theres little emotions involved with the creature. Only instincts.

Question 8: I think they're around 16-17 in this!

Question 9: I shan't sayyyy thats a spoilerrrr

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Bob Velseb - What if Someone Hurt you?

I'm reposting this from ao3 :D This was requested by a user on ao3

Reader Pronouns: They/Them Reader Sex: Not Specified Word Count: 2,610 Warnings: Gore, Abuse of Service Workers, Torture, Vomit, Cannibalism (duh)

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This situation started while you were at work. You worked at a local Cafe as a barista. It was a rather well-paying job as you worked full-time and you overall enjoyed working there. Your coworkers were nice and your boss wasn't an asshole like your previous jobs. You enjoyed working here.

Bob would sometimes find himself stalking you at work, dressed up as another person. Sometimes he would threaten other people and make them go check on you. You were completely unaware of this as he often kept his distance and just watched you from afar.

This was one of those days. You were peacefully making orders for customers as your co-workers were rushing around taking orders. Bob sat in the corner at a table once again. A brown wig and a black jacket is what he wore as he stared at you across the Cafe. While he didn't eat any of the food they served, he did find himself enjoying a cup of coffee. He preferred it to have a lot of sugar and milk as he had a rather large sweet tooth. A newspaper carefully placed into his hands, although he rarely looked at it as he mostly preferred to stare at you.

He watched as you rushed around behind the counter, making different kinds of coffee and different kinds of shakes. You were such a hard worker. It was one of the things he loved most about you. The sweat carefully rolled down your face as you worked. God he couldn't wait till you went home and he could have you all to himself. Just watching you work was making him aroused. 

More customers walked in and out of the Cafe. One customer in particular had messy brown hair and gray eyes that look similar to the moon. He had some facial hair and a really grumpy expression. The bags under his eyes were heavy almost as if he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in his whole life. Bob looked at him in the other customers who were walking in before turning back to you. 

It was almost time for your break and Bob was questioning if he should pay you a little visit while you were on your break. He'd love to be able to actually touch you instead of having to watch you from afar. He would hold you, lick you and cover you with his kisses. How he wanted to do that so badly, but the chance of you growing suspicious of how he knew when your break was put that thought to a halt.

Time went by and he was still staring at you. Eventually you walked into the back. It was time for your break. Bob frowned as you walked out of View before glancing at the newspaper in his hands. He might as well read it while he waits for your break to end. He read the information on the paper. It was boring news stories, a missing person's report for someone named 'Dexter', an advertisement for the local candy shop Candy Club, and a wanted poster for him. He chuckled as he looked at The Wanted sign. Did they really think they could catch him? Not again. He'd be smarter than he was last time. He had help from them . He'd never let himself get caught like that again.

"WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS DRINK?!" A loud shout caused Bob to look up from his newspaper. The brown haired man was at the front, yelling at the employees. "Sir please calm down." "NO. TELL ME WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS DRINK?!" 'He's making a scene over a drink? How stupid.' Bob thought to himself. He was about to look back to his newspaper when you came out from the back. "What's going on?" You asked, wondering why this guy was screaming. "YOU." He shouted as he pointed to you. "DID YOU MAKE THIS DRINK?" He pointed to the cup in his hands. It was a mocha latte with extra cream and chocolate chips. Your eye twitched slightly as you took a deep breath before looking at him. "Yes sir I did. If you aren't happy with it I can remak-"

You were cut off by the feeling of hot coffee hitting your face. You screamed as you held your face. It burned. Bob who was across the room stood up out of instinct. What the fuck. Did that just happen? Did this fucker really throw coffee on you? Who THE FUCK does he think he is? Bob felt himself turn red with anger, his blood boiling. "YOU STUPID WORKERS CAN'T EVEN GET A FUCKING DRINK RIGHT! STUPID BITCH!" He yelled as he raised a hand to you. You had no idea as you were covering your face from the burning pain of hot ass coffee on you. 

Suddenly the man's arm was tightly grabbed by a large hand. " Hey buddy ." The voice made your blood run cold. You knew that voice. You recognized it almost instantly. Your co-workers pulled you back as you slowly looked up to see him . You could tell it was him just by that crazy look in his eyes and that creepy smile on his face. The brown hair didn't hide anything. You knew it was Bob. " I don't recommend you do that. " His words came out slowly as his voice sounded as cold as ice. You had NEVER heard him this mad.

The man tried to pull his hand away from Bob but Bob just wouldn't let go. "H-HEY-! LET ME GO YOU FUCKIN' WEIRDO!" The guy yelled. Bob could only see red. This fucker hurt you. He hurt you. That's all Bob could think about in the moment. It was like the rest of the world wasn't there. "Are you ok?" Your co-worker asked you as she helped you clean off your face. "Yes..I'm ok.." The sound of your voice snapped Bob back to reality. He stared at the guy before letting go of his arm. "We shouldn't treat our service workers in such a cruel way." That's what Bob said. Bob wanted to say so many different things. But not here. Not in public. Soon. 

Bob watched as the guy quickly walked out of the store. What a fucking coward. All bark but no bite. "I'm gonna call the police.." Your other co-worker said to you. "You don't have to do that Cole. I'm fine.." You replied as you stood up slowly. "You have burn marks on your face! We need to get you checked out to make sure you’re ok." Oh yea. Bob was gonna get this fucker. 

Bob left the coffee shop shortly after. You were staring as he left and he felt your gaze on him. Your manager thanked him for stopping the man and gave him a free coffee. So there he was, holding a cup of Coffee, walking down the street, thinking of all the things he's going to do to that asshole. He needed to get ready. He was going to make that prick pay .

Upon arriving at his house, an old abandoned house on the opposite side of town, he quickly changed into his Demon Costume. He stared at himself in the mirror. The Costume had a lot of red in it. Which means it was good for hiding blood stains. Bob thought about where the guy might be. The answer was simple. A bar. The guy was clearly an alcoholic despite not being drunk at the time, the way he conducted himself screamed "self-worth issues". Bob chuckled. Then a chuckle turned into a laugh Then a laugh turned into a cackle. " You're gonna see what happens when you mess with my Darlin' you prick ."

As night fell upon the city, Bob knew it was time. He left his house, fully equipped with everything he'll need. He hid under the cover of night, checking bar after bar around the city. He was starting to get frustrated. He made his way to the fourth bar to check. Nothing. "God DAMMIT." He was getting too angry, he needed to calm down. He can't make any stupid decisions. Find the guy. That's it. 

"What the fuck is your problem freakshow?" A voice. A familiar voice. Bob looked up to see the brown-haired man who assaulted you at the cafe. "October is over weirdo." Bob stood there for a moment before he started to laugh. The guy felt uneasy so he took a step back and grabbed the door handle of the bar door. Before he could even react he felt his head being tightly grabbed. " Finally. I finally fuckin' found you ." The guy quickly tried to struggle. "HEY-! LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING LUNAT-" " Shut up ." Bob used his other hand to hold him by the neck and then released his face. The guy struggled to breathe as Bob walked into the alleyway. " You're going to pay for touchin' My Love ."

There he was dragging an unconscious man back to his house. You were in your own room waiting for Bob to arrive like he did every night. The events of today made you tense and you wondered where he was and what he was doing. 

What he was doing was tying a man to a chair. Bob took a step back as he looked at the asshole. He scoffed. He wanted to get started now but he needed to wake him up first. Before he did he grabbed the guy's wallet. Steven Cullman. Age 35. He had a picture of a little girl in his wallet. Must be his daughter. Bob laughed. Poor girl isn't ever gonna see her father again thanks to his own stupid mistake. Bob sat the wallet down before he violently stomped on the guy's foot, causing him to shoot awake and scream in pain. He looked around in panic before staring at Bob. "You…WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Bob just chuckled as he lifted up his sweater, revealing his undershirt and belt as he grabbed the knife from his belt. "Did you know, there is a disease called 'Kuru', also known as 'laughing death' that comes from eating human meat ?" Steven froze up. The way his voice was so cold. Anyone could've recognized it. "Y-YOU'RE THE FUCKER FROM THE CAFE THIS MORNING!" Bob laughed loudly. "Indeed I am." "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" He yelled. Bob's smile immediately dropped for a moment before returning as he laughed. "You made a grave mistake." He stepped closer to Steven as he grazed the knife on the side of Steven's face. Steven's breaths grew heavy as he froze up. He couldn't move. "You see, that young worker you poured coffee on…" Suddenly the knife quickly cut his cheek and Steven hissed in pain. " ..Was my partner.. "

He was taking a while. "Where is he?" You were both disappointed and concerned. He was never this late. It's an hour past the time he normally shows up. You sighed as you laid down on your bed. Maybe he was busy. You couldn't blame him for that. But you missed his warmth. You missed the way he would gently caress you and hold you. You never felt like that before. That warmth you got when he was around. Your face had bandages all over it. Luckily the burns weren't that bad so they said the scars would most likely clear up within a few weeks but there is a chance of them being permanent. You sighed as you hugged your pillow, trying to mimic the feeling of hugging Bob but it just wasn't the same. You thought for a moment. Who would've thought fearing for my life would've gotten me a boyfriend. 

The screams came from The basement of Bob's  house. The basement was soundproof so no one would hear a thing. Bob chuckled as he dragged the knife down Steven's leg, the knife so deep it was scratching his bone. His leg bled right through his pants. His muscles and the fat in his legs slowly started to come out as Bob pushed his hand on Steven's leg, as if he was squeezing it out. The yellow fat dyed by the crimson blood turned into an orange color. "How delicious.." Bob picked up the large sloppy piece of bloody fat from off the floor. It was sticky and slimy. Bob gave it a small squish before taking a bite. It took him a moment to process the taste. Alcohol. It tasted like Alcohol. Bob didn't exactly like when meat tasted this way but he also didn't dislike it either. Steven had large tears rolling down his blood covered face. He had bit his lip so hard that it was bleeding violently. "You…sick…bast-" Suddenly a large wave of vomit came from his mouth and landed splat on the floor. Bob only watched and laughed as he ate the rest of the piece of fat. Steven coughed loudly as Bob grabbed the knife from out his leg and then toward his chopped up hand. Bob hand already removed three of his fingers on his left and one on his right. "JUST KILL ME! JUST FUCKING KILL ME YOU SICK FUC-" Suddenly Steven was grabbed by the neck tightly. He couldn't breathe and was gaging. " You still don't get it do you..? THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR WHAT YOU DID. " Steven stared up at him as he started to turn pale. " YOU SCARRED UP MY DARLIN’S BEAUTIFUL FACE. YOU BURNED THEM. " Bob used his free hand to cut off Stephen's restraints with a knife before violently slamming his head into the wall. " YOU WANNA DIE? WELL THAT'S TOO BAD. YOU DON'T GET TO DIE! " His western accent grew heavier the angrier he got. He slammed him into the wall repeatedly. " YOU DON'T GET TO DIE UNTIL YOU FEEL THE PAIN THEY FELT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER. " Bob was heavily panting until he realized, He killed Steven. The blunt force trauma killed him almost instantly on the first swing. "Ah shit..." He was irritated. Very irritated. He needs to clean this up.

There you lay in your room, you were tired. You wanted to wait for Bob and the events of today had you exhausted. "Boooob…" You whined. You wanted to be in his tight embrace. You wanted him to hold you, comfort you, anything. You were emotional after what you went through today. Getting Coffee thrown at you, having to go to the hospital and get tests done on your injuries. It was all too much. You just wanted to lay with your big lover. You sniffled a bit as you slowly closed your eyes.

"Darlin'~" A familiar southern accent starts to wake you from the dead like sleep you stuck yourself in. You knew he was there but you were too tired to move. Too tired to do anything. You felt as his hand cupped the side of your face. "So pretty…I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.." You weren't even fully conscious but you could feel yourself starting to tear up. Finally, he was here to comfort you. He was here for you. Even if you couldn't bring yourself to move. "Awwww..Don't cry Love…" His hand wiped your tears away. You wanted to break out of your sleep. To throw your arms around him and just cry into him. You were mentally exhausted. "Don't you worry…It's all going to be ok…I'll make sure of it.." You felt his arms wrap around you as he pulled you into his chest. "You won't have to worry about anything anymore…. I'll make sure of it. "