#the cooking/gardening/book/movie ones aren't too bad

[silly-plays-p3r]

Aki during the 3rd study hangout: Hey whatchu going to do? Me/MC: Doodle Aki: Hey I used to do that! Mitsu: Really? I never knew that. Me, imitating a sullen Aki: "It was when I was with Miki-" Aki: Miki used to ask me- Me:

[minilpark]

May I please request a ship?

Pronouns- she/her

Personality- I'm pretty quiet, even after knowing me for a long time, but not really shy or timid. Just more of an observer I guess. Although I'm very good at holding conversations, and enjoy learning about people and their interests. It just takes a minute for me to get peoples attention. I have a dry and kinda dirty sense of humor. I have a bit of a hair trigger and a surprising temper. Im not afraid to step up when someone of being out of line. People have said them i'm also surprisingly spontaneous and impulsive. I know how to have a good time when to mood strikes me. Love languages are touch and acts of service (giving and receiving).

Interests- reading and occasionally writing, mostly fiction. My dream job would be a book editor. Fashion (I admittedly have a bit of a shopping addiction). I'm also a crazy plant person and have a million all over my house. I would love to start an outdoor garden, but don't have the time or real estate. I also really want to learn how to play the piano.

Hobbies- reading, watering all of my plants. I love to study about a variety of things. I often fall into wiki holes and books about whatever has caught my interest at the moment. Im a pretty good singer and used to take voice lessons. I also love cooking a variety of cuisines.

Likes- spicy and savory foods. The rain and thunderstorms. My ideal night is preparing a meal and settling on my couch with a blanket to watch a movie or tv. I really like kids and grew up taking care of them at a daycare during the summer. I like someone who can keep up with my moments of spontaneity, but are also cool with chillin and watching tv. Someone who respects my independence and can let me do my own thing. I like someone who I can learn things from, and who is also open to learning from me. Sense of humor is important too. I also like dancing.

Dislikes- baking. Too much measuring and precision! Not a huge fan of being the center of attention. I have a HUGE fear of spiders. I run really warm and hate any weather over eighty degrees.

Pet peeves- bad manners, unearned confidence, and pervy comments (I used to be a waitress and have experienced my fair share of nasty customers). Also people who don't tip.

Ideal date- I really like cooking for/with someone, so honestly a night in with some good food and some drinks sounds amazing to me. Just some one on one time where we can learn about each other and our current interests. Kinda boring, but it sounds amazing to me.

Favorite music, color, and season- I love 80s rock, red, and autumn

Thank you 😊

thank you for requesting a ship!

i think you and phoenix would be so cute together!

i think nat would definitely gravitate toward you if she saw you. not simply because you might remind her a bit of bob, but also because she loves the fire you have and the way you aren't afraid to put someone in line. she would also find your sense of humour funny and would love to hear more about you. she also loves the fact you are okay with being independent and not constantly doing things together as she sometimes needs space from people. anyways, i totally hc that nat has a bunch of plants in her apartment, so imagine bonding over that! granted her plants are ones that are able to survive on minimal water since she goes away for missions a lot. anyways, a date idea for the both of you would consist of cooking together, watching a movie and talk, and if there's time, nat would bake some cookies for dessert.

[mozzarellamuppet]

If you want to can you tell us what the boys YouTub Chanel would be like, who’s the gamer? Who’s the video easy people. Would they have their S/O Show up on the Chanel? Do what ever boys you want. Have a nice day

You have a nice day too! Some of these guys were difficult to think of cause some of them are extremely camera shy.

Sans: Prank channel, he records the pranks he pulls on the people in the house and posts them. Everyone in the house wants to throttle him lmao. You'll probably show up on the channel but you probably wouldn't like how you're in it. Just remember you love him is all I can say.

Papyrus: He's sort of a channel close to Jenna Marbles, he does random things that he just feels like doing. Like making the annoying dog float with balloons or tie dying crop tops and booty shorts. He would love to have you on the channel to do stuff with him! Or behind the camera if you aren't comfortable with being on camera yourself.

Azure (Underswap Sans): He's a challenge channel, he does challenges and stunts on his channel (not the extremely stupid ones though), he would love to have you on the channel with him! It'd probably be a messy video due to being outside and a lot of challenges involving a mess outside. He isn't allowed to do them inside the house unless it's an easy to clean up one. He also has a side channel for cryptid studies.

Crow (Underswap Papyrus): Book review channel! He talks about different books, his favorite tropes in books, cliches he likes and doesn't like in stories. Yes, he also talks about fanfic on the channel. He also does small skits on occasion to overdramatize scenes he found stupid in stories. He'd enjoy having you on the channel, being able to talk about books with someone besides the audience that can't respond is nice. Just don't ask about the weird side of fanfic videos, he'll die of embarrassment.

Red (Underfell Sans): The gamer. Need I say more. Well I'm going to anyways, he does more action based games instead of slower ones. The most popular videos on his channel are him playing horror games, not cause he's tough though. It's cause people like watching him either rage at games, make fun of them, or scream like a little girl. He'd totally want you to join him on multiplayer games and when he plays actually scary horror games. No, totally not to comfort him when he gets scared. Totally not.

Rouge (Underfell Papyrus): Cooking channel! Except he's one of the channels that cooks using unconventional means and watching him cause messes and failures in the kitchen. Let's just say people don't watch him for recipe ideas. He'd love to have you on the channel as long as you're comfortable with a chaotic kitchen and inedible food at the end of everything.

Plum (Swapfell Sans): He's a review channel and theory channel, he deep dives into films and popular media to try finding dark secrets or critique bad movies he had to watch for his channel. He'd enjoy having you on the channel, it's nice to have a conversation or a debate with an actual person. Plus you two can have date nights at movie theaters and also get content to use for the channel!

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): This man is a mystery on the internet, he makes short clips of random things that make little to no sense. Basically he is the embodiment of the weird side of TikTok, he makes edit YouTube poop clips or he's in extremely odd costumes doing random shit. If you want to be in one of his videos you'll have to be ready to match whatever energy this man is about to unleash for whatever poor insomniac will witness on a 3am YouTube sinkhole.

Willow (Horrortale Papyrus): Gardening tip channel, he spreads gardening knowledge on the internet for people who want their gardens to be the best they can be. He doesn't show his face on camera though, all that can be seen is his gardening shirt, overalls, and gardening gloves. It'd be difficult for you to be on the channel too and be visible but you're more than welcome to be his assistant and co-host with voiceovers to talk about vegetables, fruits, and flowers.

Hickory (Horrortale Sans): This one was probably the most difficult to figure out. He hates being on camera and he isn't the kind of person to put himself out there at all. Sorry, but he just isn't the type to be on camera. He'd gladly be behind the camera though to film videos for the other boys, he'd enjoy having you behind the scenes with him and helping out though.

[emperor-palpaminty]

Killing Time

Because nothing can kill a relationship like lies.

A modern AU where crosshair is a hitman and you're his loyal girlfriend who happens to be in the bodyguard business, but neither one of you know the other's careers

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, making oit and allusions to smut, also this is in no way accurate to real life and it's just dramatic, please don't hurt me lol

children you have full permission to run away and not come here, in fact please run away

Very few things phased you. The only things that brought you to your precipice of agitation was burning pasta, your phone charger not working, and showing up to your shift only to realize someone had been killing all your clients.

Who said keeping people alive was easy? No one, that was who, and if anyone said it they were wrong or had no experience working with others whatsoever. Making sure others lived to see their next day was deadly business, for the people that were trying to live, at least.

“Charles!” You barked, feet hitting the floor of the bull pen. “What the hell happened?” You slammed your files on your desk, face warm, head just about collapsing with pressure. Your fingers pressed to your temples, hoping that they would grip it, hold it together. “Burke was alive when I left last night.”

“Doesn't matter now." Your coworker dropped his sandwich onto his desk. "Burke is fucking dead now. As dead as a doorknob." He swallowed his bite. "Luckily, you weren't on shift when it happened, so you aren't gonna catch any fire for it."

"Shit, Charles, a man is dead." You collapsed in your chair, a gentle "oomph" escaping your mouth. Your lips pressed together in agitation and you moaned to yourself. "This is the third one in two months. Sure, I'll get a couple cold bodies, but-"

"But this is a lot." Charles sunk into his own chair, grabbing for his sandwich again.

You stared at him, disbelief coating your gaze. "One is a lot, Charles," You snarled, grabbing at the folder on your desk. "Any leads?"

"Oh, yeah. But they're all at Burke's mansion." Charles tossed the crust of his lunch into the trash can. "I can drive ya."

"No, I'll take my car," You grumbled. You swiped the keys from your desk and stood, stalking back towards the elevator, anger eating away at you.

If one more of your clients- YOUR own clients- got killed, you would have to start pulling full shifts again.

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Your shoes, practical, did little more than tap against the marble floor as you ducked under the Police tape. You skimmed the scene, frowning, eyes gracing past a particularly nasty chunk of gore on the wall. "Shot from above," You mumbled, glancing at the shattered window.

The mansion was huge. You'd been coming here for nearly a year now to keep an eye on Burke, and it still shocked you when you saw the absolute volume of the home. How much house would one man need, exactly?

In your years as a bodyguard you'd watched out for a lot of people- spoiled celebrities, prideful and arrogant politicians, and a particularly interesting Chef who had an unusual desire to cook everything with some kind of caffeine in it. That was probably your favorite client.

"Excuse me, miss," a voice broke the mumble in the next room, probably of detectives or cops sweeping the house for evidence. "You shouldn't-"

"I was Burke's bodyguard." You tugged your badge out or your pocket, allowing the interrupting police officer to take it and examine it. “You can verify with my assistant, Charles. Make sure you tell him he’s my assistant and not the other way around, though, he can be a dick.”

The cop hesitated, then gave a slight nod. “Well, we’re still cleaning up the scene.” His hands offered your badge back, and you slid it into your back pocket, satisfaction deflating. “You can come by later after it’s clean. Ballistics is running comparisons right now.” He paused and glanced at the shattered window. “Looks like the shot came from the garage. It’s the only side with no motion sensors or alarms.” The cop’s brows raised in interest. “Know why?”

“No.” You said, calmly, turning towards the front door. “I assume I can go there?” You heard no objection as you stepped outside, tugging your sunglasses back on over your eyes. The sun was unforgiving and you gave an involuntary hiss as the bright rays hit your eyes just right to temporarily give your vision black spots. You blinked strongly and hurried towards the garage. 

In truth, Burke had alarms everywhere except the garage because he had so many people and cars coming and going. For any new technology the billionaire was releasing, the man had drugs and other forms of entertainment coming in and out, and it was all stuff that would probably bring him down. That nondisclosure form was still somewhere in the house in some obscure filing cabinet and you really, really, really didn’t feel like having a lawsuit lurking over your shoulders. Life was too good- well, everything outside of people you were being paid to keep alive was good. 

Death really killed the whole “survival” business.

You clamored your way to the roof of the garage, noting the ladder was the same one that the gardener used around the several acres Burke owned. The police had to have put it here- the gardener only came in the mornings.

So who the hell climbed up here without a ladder? Most people didn’t want to put in the effort to scale this freehand or wedge between the wall of the garage and the fence to shimmy up. That someone had to be either very determined to kill Burke, for personal motive or financial motive.

You brushed off you pants and glanced around, looking down at the surface of the roof. Nothing- not even a bullet casing- had been left behind. You frowned and raked a hand through your hair, skimming your scalp as you examined the roof, walking to the edge closest to the window.

You stared in, at the shattered glass, pondering. Burke was heading to bed when he'd been shot, you assumed, so the assassian would have had to know his routine. Your mind ran through possibilities again, but you could come up with none that were motivated personally enough or fit enough to climb without much assistance. You trailed along the surface, frowning, unable to find anything, but paused at a smudge of black paint, small, on the corner of the roof.

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You turned your car down the street, exhaling softly as you pulled into your driveway.

99. That was what the marks said. Very subtle, meant nothing, unless it was a birth year or graduating class. The cops had come back, irritated, snapped a couple of pictures, and told you off about your wild theories of a fiscally motivated assassian. Apparently, you watched too many scret agent movies, or something like that.

You opened the door of the car and climbed out, frustration making you slam it shut. You inhaled the scent of the yard- clean, fresh cut, and perhaps it could help soothe your anger before you went inside.

After fumbling on your Keychain, you unlocked the door and hurried in, locking it behind you. "Cross?"

A savory aroma wafted from the kitchen, and your mouth watered. Your toes found their way out of your shoes and you hurried to the kitchen, pausing briefly at the doorway.

Cross's lanky figure was leaning over the skillet, stirring something, pale hands moving in expertise across the stove top. "Darling, you're late." He drawled.

You sighed, fully entering the kitchen. "Yeah. Sorry." You leaned up and wrapped your arms around his waist, face pressing against his back. You sighed. The day felt a little less bad now- filled with him. "Work kept me."

"How was work?"

You grunted. "A killer. An absolute killer." The irony was not lost on you, but it was lost to your boyfriend. He thought you were an editor for some book publishing company, because cover was the most important thing. You were one of those people trying to stay alive, after all.

Lies hurt, but it was one of the necessary ones. A little lie.

"Yikes." His hands drew plates to himself. "Mine wasn't much better. Got a few new clients, a few new cases." He sighed. "The Baliff forgot to submit evidence."

You mumbled against his shirt. "Law school really paid off, huh?"

"I'll say." He turned around, adjusting your arms, slowly taking your chin and leaning down to peck you. You always melted at his kisses, knees weak and brain numb, and he seemed to know it every time. You hummed, running your hands up his chest, the irritation for the day pooling to your midsection as your fingers gripped his shirt, your lips pulling in on his.

Cross tugged away gently, and you whined, fingers stubbornly clasped. "Wow, really frustrated today."

"Yes," You mumbled.

His lips pressed towards one of their corners in a half smile, and he picked your head. "Go shower. Then we can eat and I'll take care of you."

You hummed, fingers reluctantly releasing him, and you hurried away to the bathroom. You paused at the dresser, rummaging through, grabbing an especially large t-shirt and hipster underwear. Comfort was more important at the moment.

You climbed into the shower, turning the water to as hot as you could and scrubbing yourself off, humming in pleasure as the day came off you and went down the drain. The floral scent of the soap remained, the purple bad working diligently to rid you of your grime and frustration. Lavender really is a natural relaxant. You sighed and leaned back briefly on the tile, feeling every muscle in you ease at the same time.

After toweling off and getting dressed, your padded to the kitchen where Cross was pouring a your favorite wine. You sighed happily, accepting the glass as he skimmed your fresh-showered body. "Thanks."

"Of course." Cross picked up his own glass, taking a sip, eyes still diligently stripping you on their own. You shivered slightly, setting down your glass and looking up at him. "Dinner's ready," He mumbled, leaning in, pressing a hand to the counter of either side of you, leaving your back to the counter. "But I would much rather start with dessert."

You drew in a breath as he pressed his lips to your neck, drawing out a sigh with his teeth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, humming in agreement, and he scooped you up. Your groaned as he drew your legs around his lips, shifting, the agitating heat pooling back between your legs. "That's a good idea." You mumbled, whimpering as he bucked his hips slightly. "I just showered, though."

"Then we can take another one," He hissed, lips covering yours. "You're so damn intoxicating."

You mumbled something against his lips, unable to get a coherent response out as he dropped you on the bed. You bounced briefly, giggling, and he yanked off his shirt and joined you, climbing over you and hovering. "Come here, sweetheart," His finger traced over your shirt between your breasts, running down to the hem. "Let's end the day on a good note."

You whimpered, neck straining as you leaned up for his kiss, and you felt Cross snarl against you, tugging your surrendered form up closer to him. Your body relaxed again, neck loosening and head back against the pillow as he tugged your own shirt up, eyes gleaming with a primal eagerness that made you swoon, ready to work out the agitation for the day you both had.

[cosmictulips]

Hi! 😊 May I ask what my next romantic relationship will be like? Please and thank you - Initial: J, Fave emoji: 💜 Number: 3

(Hmm I’ve been thinking about watching the chainsaw massacre. I recently watched the new Scream and LOVED it. I think I’m on a horror movie kick right now lol)

You know I'm usually not one for remakes, considering how bad... a lot of them have been

but honestly the scream, this chainsaw massacre one... these are welcomed lol. they really did the movie justice in my eyes. simple. visually stunning, GORE. like, it's a nice horror movie. pretty you know, typical for it's style and what it is, but it was a nice watch. definitely a 10/10. like some of my favorite scenes weren't even the murders lol. it's just a good movie.

Let's see---

Your future relationship is going to be built on a lot of trust. it may move slowly but I think that's going to be because you both are exploring new avenues in life. You'll come together, share the same wish, and build those foundations.

so it may take a little bit to really settle down with this person. this person will want to know every inch about you so that way they can love you the way you need to be loved. this is someone who will literally build you a home, a garden, something that takes a lot of time and years to enjoy if that makes sense.

this person is also going to be very practical. when you are depressed they will cook for you and help you bath. when you are at work, they will send you flowers. they will give you the space that you need in order to love yourself and the world around you.

and obviously it will be vice versa. this is both a very caring and giving relationship. people may think that you two are just moving too slow. like "why aren't you getting married, you've been together for x amount of years" or "when are you two moving in together?"

the thing is, I think you'll keep a lot of it quiet with this person. there won't be a need to show off because it's... so special that you'll want to preserve it if that makes sense. you don't want to hear what people have to say.

a lot of independence, freedom and gentle loving. very romantic as well. this person will literally sweep you off your feet uwu

actually it's just like that scene from beauty and the beast where he starts to realize his feelings for her and gives her the fucking library and on broadway where he listens to her read and they talk about books and... all that cute ass shit.