#I hate rooibos tea?

[evadingreallife]

(yes im coming for yall)

[padawansuggest]

The hill I want to die on: shig is technically a tea in the same way as rooibos (one example; which isn’t a tea bush, but a pea plant) which means that actually Mandalore has tea and they probably have a million blends they mix or make themselves and Obi-Wan should NOT be suffering to find ‘tea’ by another name within the company of Mandalorians.

Now, I know someone who v much hates rooibos so like. Yeah. Maybe he’ll hate it. But. It’s not a tea desert 🤷‍♀️

[diazsdimples]

It’s the first sleepover weekend of Pride Month, so let’s make it Gay, fellas. Give me your favorite Tommy headcanons 🌈

Hell yeah, some HCs about my favourite canonically gay man!

Tommy doesn't talk to his father, but he was really close to his mother before she passed away. He's got a handful of half-siblings on his dad's side that he doesn't talk to but he's met one of his nephews before and was alarmed at how similar the kid was to him.

Tommy is at LEAST 10 years older than Buck. Somewhere between 10-15

Tommy's got this ancient, borderline mummified cat that he loves to absolute pieces and the only other person she tolerates other than him is Buck (I wrote a snippet about this)

Tommy was in the military because his father was too and it was his final effort to please his dad, before he realised that his dad was actually a piece of shit and he didn't care. He was only in it for a couple of years before joining the 118.

Captain Gerrard was actually really nice to Tommy initially and took him under his wing when he joined the 118. Combine with him and Sal, and Tommy being in a dark space mentally with the trouble with his dad, he latched on to the two of them without properly thinking about it and by the time he realised how awful they were (sometime after Chimney's arrival), it was too late and Gerrard would continually remind Tommy about how easily he could terminate Tommy's contract if he didn't play ball, making Tommy beholden to him.

Sometimes Tommy has to travel for work (deployment) and when he does, he likes to find a small something he knows Buck will like on the day that he leaves, even if it means cutting in to the minimal rest time he gets.

Tommy is an excellent artist. This is because when he was younger, he had an art teacher recognise the signs of a Troubled Youth™️ in him and she taught him to channel his frustrations and feelings through his art, and she made a very positive impact on his life. He now has an art corner in his apartment for his painting, although he hides the portrait of Buck that he's working on in his storage lockup where Buck won't see it.

Tommy hates coffee and has a comprehensive tea selection. They're organised by type (green, black, rooibos), flavour, and brand, but also by use (peppermint and ginger for tummy aches, chamomile for sleep, nettle and rose for skin/hair).

Sleepover Weekend Asks!

[pencildragons]

ty for tagging me tessa @clayvedevs !!!!!!!!!

1. Do you make your bed?

NO. making the bed is evil and also too hard

2. Favourite number?

uhhh UHHHH 12 ? 12 is a good number i liked being twelve. 67 is also a good number !!

3. What's your job?

divine prophet of The Bog (extremely unemployed)

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

yes !!!! i lovee school i lovee learning & my hs? extremely chill

5. Can you parallel park?

yes fire emoji fire emoji fire emoji

6. Do you think aliens are real?

I feel like the possibility that there AREN'T aliens is extraordinarily low, even if they haven't evolved yet or would be completely unrecognisable as a form of life to us. the universe is still comparatively so so young so i feel the chances that at some point in the next quadzillion years that the circumstances of earth won't be replicated at least in part is hugely unlikely

7. Can you drive a manual car?

technically? i learnt to drive in a manual ute that is ABSOLUTELY not roadworthy but i did not get a manual licence :( sort of regret that but im sure if i got back in a manual i could do it again. probably

8. Guilty pleasure?

thinking in depth and forever abt my girl in middle earth oc hobbit fic that i havent properly written since like 2021. she means the WORLD to me i could make it sooo good if i just got over the evil puritans in my head telling me it is cringe

9. Tattoos?

soon!!! one day!!!! trust and believe!!!!!!!

10. Favourite colour?

loveeeeee yellow i love yellow so much soo much. unfortunately i am ginger.

11. Favourite type of music?

idk if i have a favourite TYPE of music persay? but ive sort of been bouncing between a mix of folk rock and Silly Power Metal and i will hit up the odd soundtrack also. wait actually this is untrue i am, embarrassingly, really into hyperpop (UNDERSCORES I LOVE YOU)

12. Do you like puzzles?

yeah! they're kind of evil and i am not great at pattern recognition and they hurt my back. but also v satisfying to do

13. Any phobias?

ants i fucking hate ants i HATE them (i stood in a bullant nest when i was 2) + also maybe thalassophobia? idk though that may have also been cured by the time i played 130 hours of subnautica in a week in december

14. Favourite childhood sport?

touch footie!!! i was very good at it lowk and i miss playing it terribly

15. Do you talk to yourself?

LMAO YEAH. when im thinking about writing especially. or doing literally anything. i will talk to myself

16. Tea or coffee?

TEA I LOVE TEA I LOVE TEA SO MUCH. i cannot drink coffee because The Side Effects + caffeine does not seem to have the intended effect on me, so i don't really drink caffeinated tea that much either? i absolutely LOVE rooibos with honey in it though one million out of ten

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

i wanted to be a scientist because i was under the impression that scientists blew things up and that it was exclusively their job to do that. i still want to be a scientist tbh but for different reasons

18. What movies do you adore?

im so normal and regular and fine about the hobbit extended edition trilogy. so normal. no but fr i love unexpected journey i have watched it more than twenty times total and. five times in the last week and a bit LOL

Tagging:

@sithfox @hastalavistabyebye @patchmates @rockcattomato and anyone else who would like to !!!!

[delinquentfiction]

A Night of Pampering With Vil

Content: Vil x Reader, fluff, spa day, romantic, kisses, pet names (Darling, Kitten, Petal, Dear), no use of y/n

Tw: None

Word count: 1140

You knocked politely on the imposing dorm door, practically vibrating with excitement. Today was a self-care Saturday, as Vil had dubbed your regular bonding sessions of indulgent relaxation. And you were more than ready to soak in his pampering aura.

"Come in darling, I'm just finishing up in here!" Vil called melodically.

Pushing open the door, you were immediately greeted by a heavenly aroma of rose scent wafting through the lavish lounge area. Soft classical music floated through hidden speakers, soothing your soul. But your attention was stolen by Vil emerging from his spacious bathroom, clad in a silky robe with damp hair tousled fetchingly.

How Neige was considered more beautiful than him you couldn’t figure, especially in moments like this. Fuck, the man looked like he was sculpted by the angels themselves. You hated how sometimes the blonde watching his figure so closely meant that you had to give up some simple pleasures, especially in the beginning, but clearly the work works out. If only the french fries and small bags of chips you would sneak didn’t taste so good. If only they didn’t taste better when you sneak them.

"Come here kitten, let me get a look at that lovely face of yours." He cooed, taking your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your visage this way and that under scrutinizing eyes.

Vil hummed in approval. "Good, no unsightly blemishes to speak of. Now, have a seat and I'll fetch my supplies."

You giggled, obediently perching on the plush chaise lounge. Moments later Vil reappeared with an armful of ornate bottles and tubs, laying them out ceremoniously on the coffee table before you. His nimble fingers got to work smoothing aromatic creams and serum into your skin, massaging deftly. You melted into his touch with a contented sigh.

Next came a clay mask infused with calming scents, mixed fresh for optimal potency. Vil expertly applied the cool mixture, sculpting it to your features in sweeping strokes. Gingerly tapping your nose, he winked. "All done darling, now just ten minutes for it to work its magic. We'll chat and sip tea, yes?"

Vil set about preparing a luxurious pot of rooibos with honey, chatting idly about the latest campus gossip during the wait. Before long he proclaimed your mask fully cured, carefully peeling it away to reveal radiant skin beneath. You gasped - already you felt rejuvenated on a deep level.

"Simply stunning, as I knew you would be, my petal." Vil praised, cupping your chin affectionately.

A brush of his thumb along your lower lip set your heart skipping, though the moment passed as he began applying rich lotions to lock in moisture. With finishing spritzes of setting mist, you were left the picture of pampered bliss.

"Now for the pièce de résistance!" Vil declared dramatically, rising in a flourish.

He returned promptly with an armful of silky fabrics, laying them out like pieces of a puzzle atop his sumptuous canopy bed. Selecting two options, he held them up for your inspection. "The emerald shall bring out the gorgeous azure of your eyes darling, but the rose quartz may better suit your rosy complexion. Decisions, decisions..."

You considered briefly before gesturing to the rose, touched by his care in selecting colors flattering your features. Vil beamed, gathering the garment to hold against your form appraisingly.

"Exquisite choice as always, now let's get you dressed." He hummed, helping you slip into the floating silk robe and sneaking a delicate kiss on your shoulder. It was light, but you felt it and it caused a slight heat to grow on your cheeks. With nimble fingers he tied the sash, smoothing the fine material over your shoulders. "Gorgeous, simply gorgeous, my petal."

Stepping back, Vil admired his handiwork before setting to styling your hair. Gentle brushes and delicate braids worked your locks into an elaborate updo, stray curls artfully framing your face. Finally, he applied the barest touches of makeup to accentuate your natural beauty - pink balm to plump your lips, wisps of shadow to make your eyes pop.

Spinning you to face the full length mirror with a flourish, Vil gazed proudly over your shoulder at the vision before you both. "My dear, you take my breath away. Come, let's bask in the glow of your allure together, shall we?"

His arm settled around your waist, pulling your back against his robust chest as you admired your reflection. With his chiselled jawline dusted pink and lustrous hair tousled roguishly, Vil was quite the statuesque specimen himself. Turning in his hold, you wrapped your arms around his neck in thanks.

Vil murmured your name affectionately, leaning in to brush featherlight kisses across your forehead, cheeks and nose until you were both breathless with giggles. His arms tightened around your waist, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for something. Your breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze.

But the moment passed as Vil reclined gracefully against mountains of satin pillows, patting the space beside him invitingly. You readily cuddled into his side with a contented sigh, idly tracing patterns on his chest through the gauzy robe as relaxing melodies washed over you both once more. The blonde at one point delicately holds your cheek and stares into your eyes once more, however he didn’t seem to be looking for something. He seemed to have found it and leaned down while you allowed your eyes to flutter closed and the warmth of his lips met yours for a good minute or so before breaking the contact. You shyly smile at him before hiding your face back in his robe. The heat in your face was sustained by his larger hand tangling its fingers with your own.

You felt his chest rise and slightly hum as he spoke once more, “My petal, your newly found radiance and confidence over time together has seemed to captivate even myself. Might I have the honor of courting you properly?”

If you had given a verbal response, you think you would just end up shouting the answer. So instead, you nod, a big smile creeping onto your face. He lifted the hand he had been holding and placed a kiss on the back of it. You could feel his smile against your now softer skin. “Wonderful, my dear. Now get some beauty rest so you don’t get demoted to potato again.”

Hours passed by like this, basking in each other's company as the sunlight slowly waned outside. Such pampering self-care sessions had become the highlight of your weeks spent amidst the hustle of school. But nestled securely in Vil's capable arms while his digits toyed with your hair, you thought maybe you found something even more soothing than any skincare ritual or carefully crafted ensemble. For here, you felt beautiful inside and out.

[snwusberry]

pairing: wooyoung x black!reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): communication issues (please don't hate me), drinking, mention of a messy past relationship, food/eating.

wc: 5.7k

note: this shit took me literal months to finish writing, like no kidding. the wooyoung brainrot was so real though so here it is.

reader's pov

02/10/2023

"easy now, wouldn't wanna burn holes into the board with how hard you're staring." i hear a comment at my obvious indecisiveness and i look up at the insanely handsome cashier in front of me.

"huh?" i ask and he smiles. he has an absolutely gorgeous smile, might i add.

"you've been standing here, staring at the board for quite a bit." i tell him.

"oh, my apologies."

"oh no need to apologize, i was just pulling your leg. let me know once you've decided."

i hum for a bit and i take a moment to take in his features quickly. he's got sharp but gentle facial features, if that makes any sense. he has a mole on his cheek and on his bottom lip which just adds on to his attractiveness.

"actually, what would you suggest i get?" i requests and he smiles.

"well the best sellers from our seasonal menu are the pumpkin pie latte, the ginger-cinnamon rooibos tea, and the cinnamon chai latte."

"i'll get..." i trail off and mentally curse myself for my indecisiveness. from now on i'm googling menus.

"you could always choose one and come back and try the others." wooyoung tells me which breaks me away from my train of thought.

"only if i enjoy this one though."

"of course."

"well then for today, i'll have one regular pumpkin pie latte."

"sit in or to go?" he asks, tapping away on the screen in front of him.

okay weigh out your options girl. if i sit in, i get to look all cute and mysterious in front of the extremely handsome cashier but if i go, i can be even more cute and mysterious, completely out of sight. that's a good idea. if i stay, i'll probably embarrass myself anyway.

"hello?"

"to go. sorry" i tell him and he smiles.

"alright." he says more to himself and he hands me a slip woth my order number. "here you go. they're busy with your order at the back, it'll be done shortly."

"thank you."

i go sit nearby the front counter so i can hear my order number when another customer walks in. a girl, probably around my age and i watch his interaction with her. very similar to how he was with me and i immediately snap out of this daydream world i let myself wander into. i need to focus on other things because i do not need a man to throw me off my loop. much less one i don't know.

he calls my order number though and i stand up to go get it.

"enjoy your drink. hope to see you come back." he tells he with a wink. stand up.

"thank you and that is to be decided." i reply which causes a brief chuckle from him.

17/10/2023

is it too late to turn around? i'm quite literally at the door of the café where that extremely attractive man works.

'come on girl, you saw him flirting with another girl, don't let yourself think you're special.'

yeah, i'd rather bellyflop into crocodile infested waters before allowing myself to even let a man have me by the throat like this, there's more to life. even if he's hot and has a nice smile and enchanting eyes...

just as i feel myself turn around i make direct eye contact with him through the glass of the door. now i could either leave and never come by here again, or go in.

'yeah i'll leave.'

i try to turn around when i bump into someone else who's trying to get in which leaves me with no choice but to go in. i mean, logically speaking, i very well could've gotten out of the way and fucked off back home but i didn't really think of that until i felt myself walking towards the counter, letting the man go before me.

as he orders, i stand behind him, fighting the urge to chew my nails right off. i can still leave, honestly...

"hello, what would you like to order?" his smooth voice cuts through the thoughts in my head.

"huh?"

dumbass

"would you like to order anything?" he asks again.

theres a very good chance he doesn't even remember me so, you know what? i should be fine.

"may i please have the ginger-cinnamon rooibos tea please?"

"sit in or to go?"

"sit in." i answer without even thinking about it which is yet another dumbass decision.

"alright, they're working on your order. you can grab a number and it'll be right with you." he instructs and i nod as i'm about to get an order number. "i take that you enjoyed your drink last time."

"hmm?"

"if i recall correctly, you said you'd be back provided that you enjoy your drink, the pumpkin pie latte. how was it?"

okay pause and let me regroup because my ability to think clearly was gone the moment i thought of coming back here. the latte was good though.

"oh... yeah it was delicious."

"i'm glad you liked it. it took a bit of convincing to even get them to add a seasonal menu."

"this whole thing was your doing?" i ask him and he nods

"yeah. they haven't had one since the last manager left long before i started working here."

"when did you start working here?"

"about 2 years ago, i believe. uh... do you live around this area?"

"yeah. i actually work at the call center not too far from here."

"oh? how come i've never seen you around?"

"i could say the same to you, uh..." i look a little closer at his nametag.

"wooyoung. my name is wooyoung." he tells me with a smile.

"i'm y/n."

"i'll keep that in mind." i smile at him and he obviously returns it.

☆★☆

my best friend squeals like a little baby raccoon at my little "confession". that being that i found interest in someone which hasn't happened since my last breakup about a year ago.

she always said, "heal from what? girl you ain't injured, onto the next!!" nevermind the fact that i put my all into a, seemingly, one-sided relationship.

"okay okay, tell me more."

"sarah, i only seen and spoke to him twice. finding interest in someone doesn't mean i'm trying to get emotionally involved with them. i know nothing about this guy.

" yeah but you said it felt like he was flirting with you." she pushes but i shake my head at her.

"yeah and i also said he probably flirts with other customers, maybe that's just how he is."

"okay since you don't wanna be 'emotionally involved' as you say, just fuck him and let off some steam. lord knows you need it."

"immediately no! you know how that shit ends sarah, it always ends in tears and i'm simply not willing to risk it. sorry to disappoint chief."

"but life is about taking risks"

"i'm not gonna sleep with him sarah. what if hes already tied down, first of all and secondly, i've had enough emotional distress this past year. i wanna focus on myself."

03/11/2023

focus on myself was the biggest bullshit i've told myself because what the actual fuck am i doing here again?

i sigh, walking to the café yet again. i've come here another, like seven times since the last time and engaged in a small conversation with the handsome cashier each time. he's got this thing about him that makes me so drawn to him and i know it's probably the dumbest thing i'm letting myself do, especially since i quite literally barely know this guy, but i'm already in too deep to try and get myself out.

"someone's here later than usual." wooyoung says upon my arrival to the counter.

"it's been a long ass day, i don't even wanna talk about it."

"alright, then we won't. rooibos tea?" he asks and i nod. talk about paying attention to detail.

"may i also have a lemon blueberry cheesecake slice please?" i ask and he smiles with a nod.

"sit in or takeout?"

"sit in." i confirm with him and he nods and prints out the slip.

"you know the drill." he smirks which i quickly look away frok for my own sanity.

"thank you." say and i turn to walk to the table.

"hey uh, y/n."

"hmm?"

"i'm actually clocking off in a bit but i need to get something for someone and i kinda need a second opinion on it so would you like to help me out?" he requests but unlike his usual confident behavior, he seems to be a bit nervous.

i smile at him before answering, "sure, why not."

"thank you, i appreciate it."

"no problem."

☆★☆

wooyoung and i walk side by side in the little shopping center nearby and i'm not gonna lie, it's a bit awkward. i'm willing to thug it out though.

"so what are we getting and who for?" i ask him and he hums.

"it's almost my friend's birthday and i wanted to get him something but i'm kinda bad at things like this so i needed a second opinion." he explains and i nod.

"so what's he like?"

"hmm?"

"your friend. what is he like? what does he like?"

he stops in his tracks to think a little which makes me stop too.

"well he's really reliable..." he says, his words trailing off.

"so insightful."

"well he's really into fashion. he experiments and all that cool stuff with his clothes."

"does he sew?" i ask him and he hims before shaking his head. "alright. uhh... make him something."

"do i look like i do arts and crafts?" he asks me with a finger pointed to himself.

"yes?"

"i'm sorry." he apologizes but o shake my head.

"don't worry about it. let's get him his gift." i reassure him and he nods cautiously.

we walk around the shopping center trying to think of something to get for this mystery man and i'm not gonna lie, it's difficult. it's already hard to think of a gift for someone you know, how do you think shopping for a stranger would be any easier?

the part i am enjoying though is spending time and getting to know wooyoung. he's really great company so being around him feels refreshing compared to being around the same 3 people who don't really give a fuck about what i do with my life, other than my best friend, of course, but life got so busy for both of us that we can't just make plans to meet up all willy nilly.

"hey, his birthday party is actually next friday, you should come by." he says to me as we're walking and i stop in my tracks.

"is that a good idea? i don't wanna like, intrude or anything."

"nonsense, i'll tell him you're with me. it's an open invite so..." he trails off and i sigh.

i've been dying to go out and have fun anyway, and meeting new people has never been an issue for me so why the hell not?

"okay fine. but if he looks even the slightest bit uncomfortable with me being there i'm going straight home." i tell him sternly which he smiles at.

"okay deal."

"the party starts at 7pm."

We reach the bus stop where there's a bus approaching in the distance.

"here take my number my number in case you need someone to pick you up for the party." he suggests and i nod, giving him my phone to write down and save his number. "don't hesitate to call."

"got it. thanks." i reply to him and get into the bus and i look at my phone and see what he saved his number as.

'woo 🔥🫦'

he cannot be serious.

all i can say to sum today up is, it was refreshing.

☆★☆

"HE ASKED YOU TO WHAT?!!!" sarah exclaims.

"calm down. he literally just invited me to a party."

"his friend's birthday party! you're locked in already." she says with emphasis on 'friend'. "do you think he invites every customer to his friends' birthday parties?"

"i don't know maybe?"

"babe, you built your walls so high that you can't even see over them. he's interested in you."

"i don't know..."

"i say go. at least let yourself have fun."

"fine." i say, finally giving in, i mean, it's just a party if we really think about it.

10/11/2023

i hesitantly click on call and the dial tone rings loud in my ear as i wait for him to pick up. maybe i should just hang up and just stay home in the comfort of my bed tonight.

"hello?"

too damn late.

"hi, wooyoung? oh, uh this is y/n from the café. you said to call if i need a way to get to the party."

"y/n, hi. i thought i came in too strong that day, you didn't stop by."

"sorry about that. i was just a bit busy, that's all."

LIE!

"that's good to know. uh, just tell me where to pick you up and i'll be there."

"the bus stop we went to last week."

"okay i'll be there in a bit."

"thank you." he hangs up and i sigh into tge cold air, looking down at my outfit. i hope i'm not overdressed... and i hope he likes the gift i got. it's just a necklace because i genuinely don't know what to get for him and i didn't wanna go empty handed.

surely enough though, wooyoung pulls up in a white car and he opens the passenger's window.

"you coming in or what?" he jokingly asks with a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face and i scoff before entering.

"nice ride." i say, looking around the interior the car and then i turn to look at him.

"thanks, it's yunho's." he admits and i nod. i don't even know who that is but sure. "oh he's another friend of mine, you'll meet all of them today, don't worry about it."

"i'm excited." i beam, turning the volume of the radio up when i hear mamacita by chase atlantic playing and start dancing in ny seat, singing along to the song just overall vibing. "come on wooyoung sing!" i exclaim over the loud music and he sings along with a wide smile on his face.

☆★☆

we get out of the car at a club and wooyoung gets something in the car while i walk ahead and wanter off to the entrance without him but the bouncer blocks the way.

"sorry, were closed for tonight. invite only." he says and i stand there not knowing what to do.

"don't worry, she's with me." wooyoung's smooth voice says behind me and i look back at him and take in his entire appearance. he's wearing a black and white patterned shirt which isn't buttoned all the way, showing off his chest with black jeans and black boots and his hair is pulled back by a pair of sunglasses on top of his head.

he looks too good.

"my apologies." the bounced says and opens the door for us to enter.

"look at you, cool guy. 'she's with me.'" i imitate his voice and he rolls his eyes. "you guys rented this place out?"

"yeah, just the vip area. it's one of those nights where we act like we have more money than we actually do." he jokes and i laugh. "here we are."

he opens the door and let's me walk in before him. the lights immediately draw me in and the music hits my bones but i fight the urge to start dancing since i'm yet to meet everyone here.

"come with me to meet the others." he leads me to the upstairs area where there's a red-haired man talking to someone. i'm rendered speechless at how absolutely gorgeous he is.

"joong, i'd like you to meet someone." wooyoung announces, getting their attention. "uh, this is y/n. i mentioned inviting a plus one for tonight."

"hi guys." i greet with a wave.

"you're the one wooyoung begged me to invite." a man with red hair says stepping forward and i nod.

"yeah that would be me. it's nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too. i'm hongjoong."

"belated happy birthday hongjoong. i hope you like this." i say and hand him the small gift bag i've been holding.

"you didn't have have to bring a gift. thank you." he smiles, taking the bag. "thanks for making it tonight. please enjoy your night."

"thank you."

wooyoung and walk to a group of people who are sitting around a table and chatting it up.

"hi guys."

"woo, you're back." a really tall, insanely handsome, pink haired man yells over the music and his eyes fall on me for a second. "and who might you be?"

"i'm y/n." i respond, stretching my hand out.

"i'm mingi." he smirks, taking my hand for a handshake.

"this is yeosang, those ones over there are san and his girlfriend ari, jongho went to get drinks with seonghwa and that's yunho and his girlfriend, rissa. guys this is y/n." wooyoung cuts between mingi and i to introduce me to everyone else.

"nice to meet you guys."

"you too. care to join us?" ari asks, holding up a shot glass with some clear liquid.

"now we're talking." i breathe out and make my way to the small circle consisting of san, ari and yeosang.

ari hands me a shot glass and pours me some vodka. i take the shot, letting the liquid burn down my throat and i cringe at the bitter taste.

"so what do you do?" san asks, leaning into ari a bit more.

"i'm a call center representative." i respond to her while putting ghe glass down on the table in front of us. "it's really boring though."

"i could never be one, honestly." ari sighs out and i nod in agreement.

"i've been damn near quitting so many times. what do you guys do?" i ask back, trying to keep the conversation going.

"well i just got laid off work at an accounting firm and san and yeosang work together as personal trainers at the gym nearby."

"more like you got fired." san comments and the girl looks at him with a deadpan expression.

two other men return with bottles in hand who im guessing are jongho and seonghwa. now does wooyoung only associate himself with good looking people? because everyone i've met today is insanely hot.

hongjoong returns from wherever he wad and that's when i hear my song boom through the speakers which immediately gets me on my feet. i've spent a good hour mingling with everyone, getting to know them. it's time to shake some ass.

the alcohol is very well in our systems and i feel rissa grab one of my hands and pulls me up to start dancing to the song.

"come join us birthday boy!" i yell to hongjoong who's standing around with everyone else.

i was definitely over thinking coming out here tonight because i'm having so much fun with these people.

☆★☆

we partied into the early hours of the morning until we couldn't. like literally everyone is exhausted and ready to hit the sheets.

"thank you for letting me crash your party hongjoong. i had fun." i thank hongjoong who goes in for a friendly hug.

"it's not a problem. it's always great making new friends. get home safe, alright."

"i will, thanks." we hug one more time and i say my goodbyes to everyone.

"remember what i said girlie." ari yells to me and i salute to her and turn into someone, coming eye to eye with that horrendous patterned shirt that he managed to pull off.

"come on, let's get you home." he offers and i smile shyly.

"i wouldn't wanna be a bother. besides, i can make it there on my own."

"i have no doubt about that but let me earn my gentleman title here. besides, it wouldn't feel right dragging you here then leaving you to find your own way back." he insistently tells me and i fake a shocked gasp.

"not even because you wanna make sure i get home save, that you're worried about me? i'm hurt."

"and dramatic, let's go."

15/11/2023

i walk into the familiar café without a second thought this time and walk straight to the counter where wooyoung is standing but he's looking elsewhere.

"hey." he looks up and stands up straight.

"you know i'm starting to feel like you only come here when it's my shift." he teases with a smirk but i don't let my guard down one bit.

"oh please, i only come here at this time because it's when i clock off from work."

"aww no other reason? not because you like to see my handsome face?" he questions.

"no it's not that..." i trail, pretending to be in thought before i trail my eyes to him and he's looking at me unimpressed.

"just order and get out of here."

i briefly laugh at his mini outburst. just briefly.

"i'll get the usual." i tell him and he nods, taking down my order.

"and you'll sit in because no matter how much you deny it, you're obsessed with me."

"oh i'm so obsessed, i only frequent this café at this exact time just so i can sit and stare at your handsome face. is that what you wanted to hear?"

"yes, here's your order number. you know the drill."

"wooyoung, i didn't say i wanna sit in."

"you did just now. go on."

i shoot him a glare that he returns a brief sarcastic smile at. i just take the next number from the stack and go to my regular seat.

ever since hongjoong's party, my friendship with wooyoung has developed from acquaintances to actual friends. like he even sent a goodnight text the other night and i felt my heart hiccup. i thought my poor lifestyle choices were catching up to me.

"your order madam." i turn to wooyoung who's now in front of me with a tray in hand. him and i both know he's not supposed to be delivering orders so why is he not behind the counter?

"wooyoung?"

"here before the manager catches me out here." he informs me, looking over his shoulder to check if he's been caught.

"i didn't order an apple crumble though."

"it's on the house. look, i like you y/n and, i don't know, i guess this is my way of showing that. i know it's not the best way to tell you all this but can we talk after my shift?" he asks and walks back behind the counter. just in time for the customer who is just now entering. it's the same girl from all those weeks ago, if my sight is as clear as i believe it is, that is, and i feel my heart sink watching the two of them interact.

have i really let my guard down this much already? i don't know what to do...

23/11/2023

i haven't talked to wooyoung in like five days and my left eye is starting to twitch. there is really no reason for me to ghost him so suddenly, especially after things have been going so well, i mean, i'm locked in with his friends now.

i'm being stupid, and i know i am but the fear of getting my heart broken again overpowers the little bit of critical thinking i have.

"y/n, have you spoken to wooyoung? he's been a bit besides himself." rissa asks me while the movie plays ever so softly on the television. i introduced her and ari to sarah and we all decided to crash at ari and san's house and bust out some movies. only thing is, her and sarah literally passed out minutes into the first movie so it's just rissa and i.

"what do you mean?"

"yunho said he's been in his head the last couple of days."

"oh... i don't know, i haven't really noticed." i tell her quietly and she deadpans at me.

"oh really?" she asks with an unamused tone in her voice and i shrug. "what's really going on?"

"i'm scared of letting myself fall for someone because i don't wanna get my heart broken again."

she turns in her seat to face me completely and she sighs.

"it's too late for that, don't you think?" she questions and i look at her im confusion.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean that you've already fallen for him. you're distancing yourself because you already have and you don't want it to go any further."

i think to myself for a quick second...

i've found myself enjoying his company to the point where i can't wait for the next awful day at work so i can go see him at the café. i get excited when he texts and smile so wide seeing his name pop up on my screen.

fuck this i'm in too deep now.

"seen the light huh?" she asks anf i sigh frustratedly, burying my face in my hands. "you really think wooyoung would break your heart?"

"i don't know... he doesn't seem like he would, i mean, he's so sweet but i've been blindsided before."

"i understand you're scared but trust me, i've known wooyoung for a good five years now and he's never gone out of his way to hurt anyone's feelings."

"okay well who's that girl wooyoung was flirting with at the café?" i ask her and she shrugs.

"what girl?"

"there's a girl with long, ass-length, blonde hair. she's moderately short."

"no way you're intimidated by her."

"you know her?"

"if the person you're describing is who i have in mind... there aren't a lot of blondes in this area. you're probably talking about yuri."

"yuri?"

"she's like, obsessed with wooyoung. he's a really fun and charismatic man so it's easy to be swayed."

"how lovely." i sarcastically comment.

"sorry. she took everything he said as a hint and she's convinced that he wants her but he doesn't. he's just kind to her, that's all."

"and has he made it clear to her that he's uninterested?"

"many times. she says he's in denial."

"wow."

"yeah. so you have nothing to worry about. that man is probably losing sleep wondering what he did wrong for you to stop texting. in your attempt to preserve your feelings"

"i hurt his..." i finish her sentence and she nods.

"his birthday is coming up but the party is this saturday. he'd like you to come."

"i owe him an explanation."

"yes you do."

25/11/2023

the girls and i are getting ready for wooyoung's birthday party at rissa's apartment and i am stressing out, like my leg is bouncing up and down at such a high speed that it feels like my whole body is vibrating. the past two days i was trying to find the right words and put them together.

"girl this isn't an unprepared speech for school, just apologize and tell him how you feel." sarah tells me but that does not help how i'm feeling right now.

"it's not easy."

"come on. you look too hot to be sulking in the corner. i'm a hundred percent sure he's gonna wanna talk to you and hear you out." ari comments which lifts the mood a bit. i even cracked a teensy smile.

"come let's go ladies." rissa says and we file out of the house.

☆★☆

we just got here and there's already someone throwing up in a bush. this is gonna be fun.

"y/n come!" sarah pulls me with here wherever she's going.

"i need to find wooyoung."

"exactly, you need to take a shot before talking to him!"

"sober babes. i need to talk to him completely sober." she let's go of my hand.

"okay then, go look for your man, i'll be by the drinks."

"right behind you." rissa agrees, walking away with Sarah and i sigh.

"i need to go find san, wanna come with me?" ari asks and i turn to look at her. "where you find san, you find wooyoung, come."

i nod and follow her lead the way to the living room of the house where there's a bunch of people there.

"the life of the party is here!" ari announces and makes her way to san who let's her sit on his lap but there's no sign of wooyoung in here. did bro ditch his own party?

"hi everyone."

"y/n, you look stunning." mingi compliments me while walking my way. he takes my hand and makes me do a little spin.

"why thank you mingi. i guess i could say the same to you."

"hey, don't hurt me like this." he says, putting a hand on his chest on fake offense.

"you'll be alright. has anyone seen wooyoung?" i ask everyone but all i get as a response is murmurs across the room.

"check the backyard." one of the men say and a nod with a little thank you.

"okay thanks."

i make my way to the exit to the back yard where it's a bit emptier than inside. it's quieter with crickets chirping somewhere in the plants wnf a nice breeze cools down my skin. it's easier to breathe out here in comparison to the stuffy air inside but alas, there sits wooyoung on the grass with a can of beer in hand.

i can do this. i owe him an explanation after all so i go and sit right next to him which attracts his attention but his blank expression doesn't leave his face upon seeing me.

"hi." i greet him to break the ice but the tension between us is palpable. i clear my throat before attempting to speak again. "wooyoung, can we talk? please, i'm not here to defend myself..."

all he does is silently take a sip from his can and i let out a breath. this is gonna be difficult.

"wooyoung."

"you know, you could've at least told me you weren't interested instead of making me fall for you and look stupid for it." his words cut deep that i don't think i can even come up with any words to say to him.

"i was wrong, i know, and i'm really sorry for that. it was unfair of me to do that to you, you didn't deserve that and i feel horrible for what i did." i apologetically tell him but my eyes are glued to the grass patch in front of us.

"can you at least tell me why?"

"i'm a coward. running seemed easier than letting myself fall for you. i didn't have the best relationship with my ex and our breakup wasn't pretty either, i was in shambles and left to pick up the pieces and put them back and i thought i had finally done that, but clearly i left some of them behind." i explain to him scoffing at my own words at the end. "i saw you talking with a girl i thought you were flirting with and i put all my defenses back up and ended up doing to you what i was scared would happen to me."

"please, she's been annoying me for years now. i've never been interested in her and i've made that clear, i wouldn't flirt with her if i've been trying to get her off my arm. i like you, y/n. let me be there for you. there's no point in restricting your feelings like this. let yourself fall, i'll catch you."

"will you catch my baggage too?" i question and he shifts so that he's sitting in front of me.

"i'll carry it for you y/n."

"wooyoung i like you too and i won't lie and say i haven't imagined us together a couple of times. i'm willing to let my walls down for you if you're still willing to be in my life like that."

"yes, i'll be your boyfriend." he says confidently and i shake my head in disapproval

"i didn't even ask though."

"okay then ask because i'm getting impatient." i laugh at his excitement.

"will you be my boyfriend?" i finally ask him and he puts a hand over his mouth with a gasp all dramatic like a little schoolgirl who's crush liked her picture on instagram.

"yes, i'd love to be your boyfriend." he beams and i smile back at him.

"oh and before i forget. i got you this. it's not much but it's from my heart." i tell him, handing him the gift i got for him.

"what's this?" he asks, taking the small box in his hands.

"open it." i tell him nervously and he does just that and he takes the metal keychain out, smiling when he reads what's written on it.

"you like it?" i ask him nervously.

"yeah i do." he smiles, looking at it.

it's written 'ginger cinnamon rooibos tea with a little teacup hanging from a different chain.

"a significant part of how our relationship blossomed." he says and i let out a relieved sigh.

"i'm glad you like it."

"thank you y/n. for giving me a chance with you and for this."

"it's a pleasure."

"let's go inside, i wanna tell everybody that the cute girl at the coffee shop is now my girlfriend." he exclaims and i laugh as he helps me up.

"let's go."

we walk into the house with wooyoung telling everyone we pass by, "she's my girlfriend."

"hello everyone, i'm back here with my girlfriend." wooyoung says to everyone in the room.

"so it finally happened huh?" hongjoong asks and we nod rapidly.

"she's a yapper." sarah 'whispers' to everyone in the room.

"great because he does too." san confirms and everyone agrees that there's a lot in their hands with us being a couple now.

"oh it's 12 o'clock." rissa announces and we shout a happy birthday to you wooyoung and i hug him tightly.

"happy birthday boyfriend."

"why thank you girlfriend." he smiles and everyone mumbles a choir of disgusted comments.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I miss having a tea subscription. Unfortunately, I can't afford the indulgence. Sipsby went out if business, and it was the only one I could afford.

What's a tea subscription? Basically, you get a subscription from a company, like Tea Runners (my sister keeps telling me I would love them), and receive four teas every month. Loose leaf comes with tea filters. Some companies will curate based on your preferences with a little questionnaire, like what you're allergic to, medical conditions, flavors you hate (I haaaaate chamomile and butterfly pea flower; both taste yucky). Others let yoy choose from what they have available. You get enough to make about 20-30 cups total. From that, you discover new tea brands and flavors. Some of my favorite teas were discovered using Sipsby.

Someday, I'll be able to afford this. Likely in 2026 because we're too poor for me to afford this, our regular bills, groceries, car care (fuel, repairs, oil changes, etc), and home maintenance.

If we're friends, feel free to gift me a subscription. 😉 I'm a tea lover, and these things give me an exciting treat to look forward to.

I just restocked my English Breakfast Tea (I can't tolerate coffee but tea is perfect) from my favorite brand, Harney & Sons. Someone here gifted me a sample box if their teas, and the Hot Cinnamon Spice is my favorite of that lot, so I ordered a tin of it. $11 for 60 cups? Yes, please. I ordered that as a treat for myself.

Listen, I'm an absolute whore for good tea. The novelty is just...so satisfying.

Flavors I hate: chamomile (tastes and smell like medicine; if you're allergic to ragweed, avoid chamomile), butterfly pea flower (disgusting), and rooibos (gives me diarrhea every time I drink it).

Irish breakfast tea is delicious, but the caffeine is WAY too high. English Breakfast Tea has about the same as a can of Pepsi (and I have only a single cup a day, and bout 10 minutes after i'm out of bed), where as Irish breakfast tea has twice that, easily. Big nope.

Anyway, rambling and whining. If you love tea and want to discover new teas, look up tea subscriptions.

[what-the-fic-khr]

Hello I hope this ask finds you well! Happy to see the tea prompts again bc they’re so so so cute 🫖🥹

I have a fewww ideas.. bc I just love everything about your writing and I’m curious about your take on rooibos tea w/ Squalo orrr earl grey w/ Hibari (I absolutely adore the way you characterize himshdnshdjdh)

If neither of those suit your fancy, matcha tea with any character that comes to mind for ya? I’m excited to see your posts floating around again and know I’ll continue to love anything you pen for us🫧🤍

waaaaah thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it so greatly!!! I chose to do both because I’m in the mood to, and I’m so thankful for the support! I hope these are to your liking!

character/s: superbi squalo, hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: huh. nothing for once

prompt: tea prompts (rooibos tea, earl grey tea)

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Squalo’s either a huge fan of resting or hates it entirely. for the sake of this, it’s not resting per se, but… he likes to relax with you, very specifically. even if he’s working; being able to actually relax is rare, and nice. watch for if he removes his sword with you around; he likes to do maintenance on it with you around because it’s not stressful, not work, and with you. it’s a sign of comfort and vulnerability

You were complaining about something, rolling around on the floor beside him as you went on and on. He didn’t care much about all the movement; you maintained a good distance so you wouldn’t knock into him.

“Besides, it was stupid to begin with and if they’d listened to me in the first place it wouldn’t have happened at all!”

“Mhm.”

You glanced over at Squalo, stretching your arms out to rest your head on. He glanced up at your silence, and his shoulders slumped. This didn’t stop him from polishing his blade, the action repetitive, calming, like habit.

“What?”

He huffed when you smiled in that silly, dreamy way you did when you were enamoured with something. It still had to take some getting used to, seeing it directed at him.

“Nothin’. You look so nice and relaxed for once. Boss is gonna kick that out a window once you’re done.”

He grumbled something under his breath at this. It wouldn’t last very long, but still. He felt relaxed, for once. The soothing motions of sharpening and polishing his sword was a comfort to him. You rolling around on the floor like a kid was a comfort to him.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere for at least another half hour.” Your eyes started to light up at this, and he almost laughed at the way you started kicking your feet back and forth in the air. “You’re stuck with me until then.”

“Favourite thing to be stuck with.”

early grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

if he’s an adult, he’d be… a bit more normal lol. I think he’d be very careful while getting to know you, but he’d like to show you how strong and reliable he is. y’know, adult in the mafia kind of stuff. younger though, he’d be a lot more… of a loser about it. he’d want to make sure you can also look after yourself in the future with him! so he’d stick to you like glue at school, be suuuuper annoying and stuff. fight, probably.

“Can’t you go easy on me or something at least?!”

“Doing that won’t keep you alive in a real fight, will it?”

You made a loud noise of complaint, but you still got back onto your feet to return to your original position. Kyoya gripped his tonfa a little tighter, nodding to himself.

If you could not even get up and keep training, there would be no point in trying.

There was potential in you he knew was there, and he’d be damned if the one he’d grown attached to would get killed because you didn’t try to get stronger. It only made sense to him that the one who put you through this was him and no one else. No one else would take it seriously.

“Get ready, then.”

You whined, but steeled your shoulders. Your gaze on him sharpened, eyes narrowing, and he felt his lips twitch up into a smirk.

Exactly the spark he wanted to see.

[hassedah]

Hey hey, maybe it’s a silly question but what are the boys favorite drinks (besides blood lol)

You know like tea, cola, coffee, juice, hot cocoa. water… stay hydrated everyone ☕️

What boys like to drink :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

I like these types of questions because they're usually pretty quick to answer ^^. Here's the headcanons you requested! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

He doesn't always remember that he needs to drink to stay hydrated. Ethan and Beliath often remind him of this.

Vladimir mainly drinks tea, with a strong preference for green tea and rooibos, although he always puts a lot of sugar in it.

He'll tell you that he loves black tea and enjoys drinking Earl Grey, but in reality he hates it. Even as a child, he couldn't help but wince every time he drank it (although his parents would have supplied him with any other type of tea he could have asked for, but it was his father's favourite and he was determined to follow in his father's example). He continues to drink it to this day, much to the dismay of the other inhabitants of the manor.

He loves hot chocolate. It's his favourite drink in winter, even if he has a bit of trouble accepting it. He always feels like a child when he drinks it.

He also drinks a lot of hot apple juice when he goes to Christmas markets in winter.

He drinks a lot iced tea in summer. However, he remains fairly classic when it comes to flavours and drinks mainly green tea with peach.

His favourite fruit juice is orange juice, but orange juice without pulp. He'll never touch it if Beliath accidentally buys orange juice with the pulp.

Ivan has introduced him to bubble tea and he's having a bit of trouble deciding whether he likes it. On the one hand, tea with syrup is very good; on the other, he's always worried about choking on the tapioca pearls.

He hates the vast majority of sodas.

Béliath :

He's very careful to stay hydrated, especially since Ethan told him it's good for the skin. So he monitors his water intake to make sure he's drinking enough a day, and he constantly reminds the other members of the manor to remember to drink water (in fact he reminds Vladimir, Raphael and Aaron most of all).

He doesn't drink much tea, but he really likes black tea. In general, he drinks tea when Vladimir or Raphaël have made too much and he drinks it with them while chatting in front of the fireplace.

He rarely drinks hot chocolate, except on the coldest winter nights.

He is very fond of mulled wine, which he often drinks in winter when he wanders around the city during the Christmas market. However, he prefers it with lots of cinnamon.

He prefers to drink coffee, but he doesn't drink it as strong as Ethan does. He didn't like it at first, but since Ethan told him you could add a little milk to it, he drinks it much more often.

He loves most sodas. However, he has a clear preference for cherry cola. There's always some in the fridge at the manor.

He doesn't drink much fruit juice because he finds it a bit too sweet for him. However, he really likes pineapple juice and sometimes buys some for himself when he goes shopping.

Ivan :

Since being transformed into a vampire, he has lost a lot of sensation in his taste buds. However, he continues to take care to stay hydrated. He always has a bottle of fresh water in his room, which he makes sure to drink throughout the night.

He always puts syrup in the water he drinks, because even though Ethan insists that water has no taste, Ivan doesn't like the taste of water. He's tried many different flavours of syrup, but generally prefers grenadine or strawberry syrup.

He doesn't like tea. He tries hard to drink it, but he really doesn't like it. It tastes too bitter, despite the large amounts of sugar he uses.

He prefers to drink herbal tea, especially a candy tea that Béliath found in a small artisanal candy shop. He buys her some from time to time to please Ivan.

He often drinks hot chocolate (and he's Vladimir's excuse for drinking hot chocolate, after all, Ivan won't drink it alone). He likes to add marshmallows to his chocolate, whipped cream or chocolate coulis.

He's delighted to have given Vladimir and Raphaël a taste of bubble tea. He's even happier that Beliath has brought him some from his shopping.

He hardly ever drinks coffee, or only with a lot of milk. As with tea, he finds the taste far too bitter.

He loves sodas. He has a preference for Orangina and Coca-Cola.

Aaron :

He almost constantly forgets to drink water and it's even worse in summer. It's not his fault, he tries really hard to remember, but every time he does he ends up with a massive headache without understanding why, and it takes Ethan or Beliath pointing out that he hasn't drunk water for a long time to get him to think about it. He thinks it's a bit ridiculous, but as he's not the only one in the manor with this problem, he assumes it's to do with the fact that he's a vampire.

He never puts syrup in his water, but often drinks sparkling water.

He prefers herbal tea to tea, and prefers white tea to green and black tea.

He loves coffee, but he doesn't drink black coffee like Ethan, preferring Latte and Cappucino (especially Cappucino).

He is also very fond of Irish coffee, sometimes making it for himself and Ethan and more rarely for Béliath and Raphaël.

He rarely drinks hot chocolate. When he does, he always adds a little cinnamon or vanilla, and if he drinks one with Ivan, he always accepts a few marshmallows.

He quite likes fruit juices, but he prefers to make them himself rather than buy them ready-made. It allows him to mix the fruit he wants and he also finds it much less sweet that way.

Raphaël :

He often forgets to drink water, it's not deliberate on his part, he just can't remember. It was even worse when he lived alone and had to remember without anyone to remind him. Now that he lives at the manor it's easier for him.

He loves water, but he loves it even more with syrup. Ivan has introduced him to lots of different syrup flavours and he wouldn't be able to choose just one as his favourite. He loves lemon, grenadine, strawberry or mint syrup (especially in summer), kiwi, pineapple, blackcurrant or cherry syrup. Béliath is careful to vary his purchases so that there's always a different syrup to drink.

He drinks a lot of tea, but he doesn't have a favourite type. The only thing that matters to him is being able to add sugar.

He really loves lemonade.

He likes coffee, it's not his favourite drink, but he never turns down a cup, especially if he can add milk and sugar.

He loves hot chocolate at least as much as Ivan does. The stronger the taste of the chocolate, the better he likes it. He prefers hot chocolate made with real squares of chocolate and milk to powdered chocolate.

He often drinks soda, mainly because they're generally very sweet, so he really likes Coca-Cola, Fanta and Orangina.

Ethan :

He has noticed from observing vampires that the vast majority of them have difficulty feeling thirst. As a result, they are easily dehydrated. So he takes great care to stay well hydrated and often reminds the others to drink during the night. A small part of him thinks that doing this is ridiculous, but the other part constantly reminds him that he's a doctor, and if one of his friends were to fall ill he couldn't help but blame himself.

He really doesn't like tea. No matter what type of tea or how much sugar he puts in it, he really doesn't like it. The only thing that could persuade him to drink tea is a sore throat and even then, he'd put a lot of honey in his tea.

He loves coffee, and the stronger and more bitter the coffee, the more he likes it. He's the only one who can drink it like that in the manor, and the worst thing, according to Raphaël, is that he doesn't even put sugar or milk in his coffee. Ethan doesn't really understand what his friends have against the coffee he likes to drink - after all, it keeps him awake longer and he finds the smell really reassuring.

He also really likes the Irish coffee that Aaron makes from time to time.

He doesn't like hot chocolate. It's always too sweet for him.

He almost never drinks fruit juice, unless it's made by Aaron.

He doesn't like the vast majority of soda either, he often finds them too sweet for him.

Neil :

He's been feeling a bit out of sorts since he got out of the cellar. He's been so used to feeling thirsty for months that he doesn't really feel it now, and it always takes him a while to realise that he needs to drink water.

The beverage he drinks most often is tea. He has a slight preference for black tea. Depending on his mood, hhe may add sugar, but this is not always the case, as he generally prefers to drink his tea without sugar. He generally likes citrus-flavoured tea, with a preference for lemon.

He'll tell you he doesn't like hot chocolate, and in most cases that's true: he doesn't really like it. However, there is one exception. Neil really likes hot chocolate when it's served with marshmallows, whipped cream and a caramel coulis (he especially likes it for the caramel coulis).

He doesn't drink much coffee, although he does enjoy it. Like hot chocolate, he loves coffee with a touch of caramel, so he's unlikely to turn down a cup of coffee like that.

He really likes iced tea in summer. Neil's not too fussy about flavours, he's less keen on red fruit, but he'll always go for a citrus iced tea.

He drinks very little soda because he finds it too sweet. He might enjoy a glass of lemon cola from time to time, but he certainly wouldn't drink a whole bottle.

Léandra :

She needs to drink less water than a human, but never forgets to stay hydrated.

She always prefers a little syrup with her water because she finds the taste of water boring. She really likes strawberry syrup and mint syrup, but her favourite is still aniseed syrup.

She really likes hot apple juice. In fact, she knows how to make it very well and makes it very regularly in winter. She finds it very pleasant to drink it while sitting in front of a window watching the snow fall.

Her favourite hot drink is coffee. She has tasted all kinds of coffee, although she always prefers black coffee. She also likes espresso, or espresso romano, and Viennese coffee, which she loves to have with speculos.

She rarely drinks hot chocolate; in fact, it's usually coffee with a little chocolate that she drinks rather than real hot chocolate.

In summer, she likes to drink lemonade.

As with ice cream, she loves ginger tea, whether hot or cold. She often accompanies it with a little lemon and, more rarely, orange. She also likes to add a little honey, especially in winter.

Farah :

She takes great care to stay hydrated and to ensure that all the members of her pack always have water available. Farah always carries at least one full bottle of water in her rucksack.

She likes water without needing to add syrup, and she doesn't like sparkling water. She does, however, know how to make her own syrup, having learnt centuries ago, and is always happy to show new pack members how.

She's not a big fan of tea, she doesn't hate it, but she doesn't like it either.

She loves drinking hot chocolate, especially in winter. It's a time of year when she often stops with members of her pack in cafés to warm up. She's tasted lots of different hot chocolates because of this and she always has a preference for Viennese chocolate or any hot chocolate with either a little hazelnut or a little coconut or vanilla.

She loves hazelnut coffee. If she could, she'd keep a thermos of hazelnut coffee in her rucksack, but unfortunately that's not really possible, so instead she waits for a break near a town so she can go and buy some in a café as soon as the opportunity arises.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Bon appétit – Holiday Special: Snow Cone

[Astarion/Gale]

Astarion & Gale enjoy a walk in the fresh snow. Shenanigans occur, freaky ideas are tried, dirty fantasies get shared. Who knew snowmen were helpful for... other forms of entertainment?

This belongs to the "Bon Appétit" universe, but can be read as a stand-alone. There are spoilers regarding Astarion & Gale relationship status and Gale's job situation though.

Happy holidays, Christmas, Hanukkah, Yule, Midwinter, Winter Solstice, or whatever else you're celebrating! Here's a little gift from me to you <3

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Fingering, Sex In The Snow, Unorthodox Use of Icicles, Misuse of Snowmen, Improvised Sex Toys (don't try this at home kids), Accidental Voyeurism, Overall Mandatory Snow-related Activities, Domestic Fluff

When Gale pitter-pattered into the kitchen that morning, he was almost blinded by the brightness of the snow outside the windows which had covered everything in sight. Grunting and squinting, Gale made it to the electric kettle and got the water boiling. He needed tea. A nice spicy chai with milk would be preferred, but he was too lazy to make it himself, or to drive to the Emerald Grove. Thus, he settled for a lovely cup of rooibos tea. While Gale grabbed the mugs and placed the tea bags inside, Tara weaved between his legs, loudly demanding her breakfast.

"I hear you, my dear," Gale chuckled. "Give me a moment."

He walked over to the fridge - careful to neither step on Tara, nor trip over her - and fetched a vial of Vetsulin. He picked up a fresh syringe from the stash next the fridge, ripped open the packaging, uncapped the bottle, lowered the needle into it, and filled it with the clear liquid up to the necessary line. In a practised manner, Gale placed the vial on the kitchen counter, kneeled down, and got a hold of his beloved cat. He kissed her head before spreading the fur on her left hind leg.

"You know the drill, little love," Gale murmured before carefully pushing the needle into the flesh and slowly injecting the diabetes medication. Tara grumbled, but didn't make a scene. She was used to it by now and behaved like the distinguished lady she was. She received another kiss for her good behaviour, and she purred happily as her chin was scratched. With a grunt and a loud crunch of the knee, Gale got up to serve Tara her well-deserved breakfast. As she chowed it down happily, the professor-turned-librarian prepared some sandwiches for Astarion and himself before steeping the tea. Then, he placed everything on a tray and brought it to the bedroom where his husband was still sprawled out and pretending to be snoozing. Gale nudged Astarion's thigh with his foot and balanced the tray in his hands while sitting down. Grumbling, the blond propped himself up against the headboard and eyed the offered meal.

"Cheese-ham toast? You know me so well." Astarion smiled and took a big bite, moaning in the process. "I love you so much."

Gale chuckled amused and replied: "I love you too."

He placed a kiss on his husband's cheek before grabbing his own sandwich.

They ate in silence until Gale asked: "What do you think about a walk in the snow?"

"It snowed?" gasped Astarion in disbelief. "It's only Mid-November!"

Without waiting for a reply, he scrambled out of bed, almost tripping in the process when his foot got tangled in the blanket, and sprinted to the window. An excited laugh escaped him as the blinds rolled up and revealed the picture-perfect Winter Wonderland.

"Hell yes!" Astarion beamed. "I absolutely want to go for a walk! I want to make a snow angel."

"Really?" Gale chuckled amused.

"Yes," nodded his husband, much more seriously than expected. "I've never done it before. Cazador... He hated snow and the cold. I... I wasn't allowed outside by myself."

"What?" Gale's face fell in shock. "Why?"

Astarion simply shrugged.

"He was a very possessive man. He never let me out of his sight."

Gale's gut clenched uncomfortably. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore. He swallowed thickly, desperately searching for the right words to say.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, it sounds awful." After a small pause, he added: "I hope you know I'd never do such a thing."

"I know," retorted the blond, smiling softly. "You're nothing like him."

Gale was flooded with relief and he sighed as his stomach unclenched and growled loudly. Quickly, he finished his sandwich. They had places to go.

They sauntered through the winter landscape, hand in hand, the powdery white glittering around them like Swarovski crystals, the blue sky clear, and the midday sun golden and warming their rosy faces.

Gale led his husband towards the edge of town where a wide strip of meadow parted the city from the nearby forest. There, the snow was still fluffy and untouched, not trampled and salted to ugly, grey slush. With a sweeping gesture, Gale spread his free arm.

"Here we are; the perfect battleground for making snow angels! People from near and close come to this remote spot to make their dreams of divine ascension come true." Astarion snickered amused. "Go on, have some fun."

The blond was frozen in place, wringing his hands nervously, and Gale's smile faded.

"What's wr-"

"I don't know how." The words were bursting from Astarion who looked deeply ashamed and embarrassed. "I don't know how to make snow angels. Can you – can you show me? Please?"

To Gale's utter horror, his husband's eyes were brimming with tears of frustration. He quickly pulled him into a hug.

"Of course," Gale answered and stepped further into the snow. "It's easy, really. Just find a spot with a generous amount of snow, lay down - oof, my knees! - like this; the starfish position. And then, you just -" He started moving his spread arms up and down and opened and closed his outstretched legs. "- move like demonstrated, and you're done. - A hand? Please?"

Chuckling, Astarion helped Gale back up, amused by the grunts, huffs, and popping knees.

"You're getting old, my love," he teased, making his husband snort. Before he got a reply, Astarion plopped down, stretched out his limbs and wildly flailed them to leave an imprint in the snowy ground. Gale watched, smiling softly, and pulled his husband onto his feet when he made grabby hands towards him. With a giggle, Astarion turned around to look at his work.

"I did it! I made my first snow angel!"

He laughed, with his cheeks all flushed, and Gale wanted to kiss him breathless.

"Well done. How about another one? It's custom to make multiple ones, or otherwise your angel's lonely," the brunet spoke.

"Really?" Astarion looked at him, all big-eyed and soft. "Is that true, or are you taking the piss out of me?"

"True Waterdhavian tradition, I swear," Gale answered, smiling. "Do you want me to join you?"

At that, Astarion beamed at him.

"Absolutely!"

Together, they lay back down and created a few more snow angels, laughing and giggling like children while doing so. Red-cheeked and smiling, Astarion turned his head to gaze at Gale. His puffs of breath left little white flags in the cold air, curling up like smoke from a chimney.

"This is awesome," he admitted, uncharacteristically shyly. "Thank you for showing me."

"Well, we're not done yet," replied Gale, in an equally jolly mood. "Next, we must build a snowman."

Astarion's eyes lit up and he scrambled off the ground, impatiently pulling his husband up. The latter laughed at the blond's eagerness, but wasted no time to lead him further onto the field to instruct the snowman-building process.

"You start with a small snowball, like so, and roll it across the ground so that it'll gather up more snow and grows. That's why it's important to do this somewhere where there's enough snow."

"And what if there isn't?"

"Well, then, you can technically just stack three small snowballs on top of each other, but it'll look rather sad that way."

"Better a sad snowman than no snowman at all."

"Maybe. Now, keep rolling it, no slacking off."

"Hah! You're one to talk!"

"I'm literally creating the second snowball right now, don't project!"

Laughing, Astarion went back to his task until he'd formed a knee-high ball. Gale carried his snowball, which was slightly smaller, over and placed it on top of Astarion's. They fixed them together with a bit of extra snow by patting it onto the seams were the snowballs touched. Then, Gale instructed Astarion to roll a third snowball for the snowman's head. Meanwhile, the brunet stomped off towards the small, tree-lined creek that flowed across the meadow. Panting from the exertion, Astarion placed the third snowball on their art piece. It reached up to his chest. Gale came back with a handful of pebbles, a pinecone, and two twigs. Astarion frowned and asked: "What's that for?"

"The details, of course. Otherwise, our snowman just looks like an sad-looking tower," Gale explained cheerfully. "Here, use the pebbles to give him a pair of eyes and a smile."

Astarion did as he was told while beaming with childlike excitement. Gale completed the snowman by using the pinecone as a nose and the twigs as arms. Then, they took a step back to admire their work.

"Look at this distinguished gentleman," Gale joked. "A true looker. All the snowwomen on the field will fall for his charm."

"Just like all the other snowfolks," Astarion added, grinning. They chuckled and looked at their creation again.

"We did that," said the blond, sounding awestruck. "I did that. I've never thought I ever will. Thank you, Gale." He pulled his husband into a kiss. "This is a gift, you know, and I won't forget it."

"It's just a snowman and a few snow angels," the addressed replied, confused.

"No. It's more than that." Astarion kissed him again. "You gave me the world."

The embrace tightened, their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled. For a moment, it was just the two of them, and the rest of the world faded out of existence. When they finally parted, they were both panting and flushed.

"Come on, I want to show you something else," Gale smiled and took Astarion's hand to lead him to the creek. The stream was in a slightly slanted bed, and a simple wooden fence marked the slope. Gale pointed at the icicles growing from the wood which glinted in the sunlight.

"There's so much beauty in the small and simple things," he mused. "It's rather astonishing to think that it's simply frozen water. Imagine the art you could create if you could bent water to your liking. The sculptures you could bring to life." With a happy, little sigh, Gale leaned against the fence to gaze at the half-frozen creek. "The way the sky reflects on the ice is marvellous. And did you know that each individual snowflake has a unique structure? Scientists discovered this thanks to microscopes. It truly is -"

His rambling was interrupted when Astarion draped himself across Gale's back, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed his exposed neck.

"Mmh, truly fascinating," the blond teased. "But what's even more fascinating, is you."

With that, he shoved his gloveless hands under Gale's jacket, flicked open his pants, and palmed his dick. The brunet gasped, leaning heavily against the fence.

"Astarion," he breathed. "We're in public!"

"Mhm, and I know it turns you on," purred the addressed. "Someone has a bit of a danger kink."

He accentuated his words with a bite to Gale's neck, making the latter moan. The brunet tightened his grip on the wooden fence. A reply was on the tip of his tongue, but the tantalizing combination of a squeeze and a slide of Astarion's hand along his dick made him keen instead, all his verbosity lost due to the sensation. Astarion grinned like the cat that got the canary and let his fingers glide along the silky skin. He knew exactly how Gale liked to be teased. With his other hand, he blindly fumbled for one of the icicles growing on the underside of the fence. Then, he trailed it up Gale's erection.

"Oooh, that's cold!" gasped the latter, jumping in Astarion's grip. The blond chuckled gleefully, teasing "It'll warm up soon." as he brought the rapidly melting icicle towards the glans, rubbing the slit.

"It would be small enough for sounding," Astarion grinned, and Gale's knees almost buckled as he whined. "Just imagine how an icicle would feel like entering your dick. How that ice-cold hardness would slide into your urethra."

"Fuck, Astarion..." keened the brunet, bucking into the cold hand wrapped around him. The addressed felt rather proud that he’d made Gale swear.

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" he purred into his husband's ear. "We must explore that little fantasy of yours soon."

Gale's breath hitched and he groaned in anticipation. He thrust into Astarion's cold hand, relishing in the feeling of the small, leftover shard of the icicle rolling up and down the underside of his dick and slightly poking him once in a while. Gale moaned when Astarion pressed his noticeable erection against his ass.

"Ngh... yes! I'm so close," he groaned, fucking into the offered fist. But Astarion didn't let him finish and pulled his hand away. Gale shot him a slightly annoyed glare over his shoulder, but it was somewhat nullified by his wheezing.

"Not yet, darling," teased Astarion. "First, you must earn your reward."

Muttering colourful profanities under his breath, Gale pulled up his trousers and staggered after his husband who was walking upstream.

"Where are we going?" he wanted to know.

"You'll see," was the unhelpful answer.

As they made their way along the creek, they took notice of multiple snowmen and commented on them like they were judges of a fashion show. A very unlucky snowman got his carrot nose stolen by Astarion, who simply shrugged nonchalantly as Gale raised a brow in question.

When they'd almost reached the end of the field, Astarion pulled Gale behind a stack of wrapped haylage bales. As soon as they were hidden, they crashed their lips together and unzipped their pants.

"Fuck, you're hot!" groaned Astarion while grabbing his husband's semi-hardness with a cold hand. Gale made a noise of complaint, but didn't stop his partner from continuing. He was panting in anticipation as he got onto his hands and knees, goosebumps spreading across his skin as the cold dampness of the snow soaked through his trousers.

"Hold this for me, love," Astarion purred and pushed the carrot into Gale's mouth. The latter moaned, curled his tongue around the vegetable, and warmed it up, imagining it was his husband's cock. Meanwhile, Astarion exposed Gale's ass to the harsh winter air and ripped open a package of lube with his teeth. He squirted it onto Gale's hole, impatiently and messily, and quickly inserted two of his fingers, scissoring it open. With his free hand, Astarion started moving the carrot in and out of Gale's mouth in tandem with his fingers in the latter’s hole. Gale had closed his eyes, moaning wantonly, his cock hung heavily between his legs, steadily dripping precum onto the snow below. Astarion withdrew his fingers and the carrot, switching the latter into the other hand, and quickly pushed the vegetable into Gale's ass. The brunet's loud moan was silenced as the blond pushed two fingers into his mouth, pressing down against his wet tongue, causing Gale to drool. Astarion started to fuck the carrot in and out of his husband's hole, watching with satisfaction how the latter's eyes rolled back in his head.

"Gorgeous," he murmured. For a second, Astarion thought about abandoning his plan and fucking Gale's mouth instead of his ass. When the blond pulled his fingers out of the brunet's mouth, a thick string of saliva still connected them with the latter's tongue. Astarion couldn't resist to kiss that sinful mouth before moving behind Gale and opening another package of lube. To keep his hands clean, he squeezed its content onto his husband's crack. The blond quickly freed his erection and rubbed it between Gale's ass cheeks to coat his dick with lube. With satisfaction, he watched how the brunet gasped and dropped down onto his elbows to arch his back. His pink hole winked at Astarion and he took it as an invitation to push his cock inside it. They both moaned in unison, and Astarion held onto Gale's ass to fuck him fast and hard. Gale moaned and mewled as his prostate got stimulated so viciously, drool dripping from his chin and precum from his slit, as his glutes flexed around the cock inside his ass. Astarion was huffing and grunting as he fucked his husband. He was so close already, only a few more pumps and he'd come inside Gale’s warm, tight ass. He closed his eyes, imagining how his cum would trickle from his husband's puffy hole afterwards and how Gale would have to walk home that way. A shiver ran down his spine, the sweat making his skin itch. Astarion felt the tell-tale twinge in his abdomen that signalled his orgasm, thus, he pushed his cock deep into Gale again, his own ass cheeks tensing. Almost there. So close, only a bit more –

"Snow-Wrestling isn't funny, you know?"

The couple startled, whipping around to, in horror, be greeted by the sight of a little girl standing next to them. She was wearing a green one-piece ski suit and a black knit cap with little, red, shiny horns on top and the words "Little devil" embroidered on the front.

"Uhm," Astarion uttered stupidly, still in shock of being caught fucking his husband by a child.

"Having snow shoved into your pants is really nasty," the girl babbled on. "Mattis did it to me once, and I cried because the cold hurt my butt so much." She fixed Astarion with a serious stare. "You shouldn't do that, it's not very nice. Mattis had to apologise to me afterwards and I got ice cream as a treat."

"Uh-hu," Astarion got out, desperately trying to hide the fact that his dick was still deep inside Gale's hole and about to burst. "I - uhm... I'm sorry, Gale. I won't shove snow into your pants again."

The addressed coughed, face burning with embarrassment, and said: "No harm done, but thank you."

As Gale shifted under him, Astarion bit his lip and buried his nails in his partner's love handles. He was about to come.

"See?" beamed the girl. "That wasn't hard, was it?"

"Hurry up, Arabella! Otherwise, Mattis and Silfy reach the top of the hill first and we'll lose the sledding challenge!" shouted another girl who was wearing a red snowsuit but the same knit cap which had slipped over one of her eyes. Cheerfully, the addressed yelled back: "I'm coming!"

So was Astarion, but in a different literary sense. He bit his lip to keep from moaning loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he exploded into Gale's ass, who clenched around him with a gasp and covered his groan with a fake cough.

"Okay, I'm going now," warbled Arabella. "It was nice to meet you. Bye!"

"Bye!" the men wheezed in unison. With laughter, the girl sprinted away and joined her friend.

"Holy shit!" gasped Astarion.

"You came in me while a child was present!" hissed Gale. "Get off me! Immediately!"

The addressed did as he was told as fast as if he'd been burned, and fell backwards onto his own ass while trying to pull up his pants.

"Fuck, that's cold!" Astarion yelped while Gale, with a scowl and popping knees, got up and fastened his trousers. He glared down at his husband and stated: "We'll never do this ever again."

"Fucking outside, or fucking while a child ogles us?" asked Astarion, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Both," Gale hissed.

"Aww, really? I thought you enjoyed our public display of affection."

"Okay, the latter," Gale grumbled after a pause for thought, and Astarion grinned like the cat that got the canary.

"I knew it, you little freak!" The blond kissed the brunet deeply. "And just to clarify; I love that you're an absolute freak."

Gale snorted inelegantly and gave Astarion a peck before taking his hand and tugging him back onto the path to walk home.

[ivory-lamps]

A15: ep.3 No Sugar

Characters: Ryui & Toi Location: Other Summary: Ryui is stopped on his journey at the airport and he discusses “fatalism” with a certain man at a cafe. Proofreader: Shay

Blended coffee: 500 yen        Hot chocolate: 680 yen

Espresso: 600 yen                   Green tea: 600 yen

Cafe au lait: 650 yen               Chai: 700 yen

Vienna coffee: 780 yen           Rooibos tea: 650 yen

Ryui: (Hmm… I guess I’ll get a hot milk tea or chai.)

(Well, milk tea would be my first choice, but if they’re using processed milk, then I’ll pick chai.)

(There are neat places who’ll give you a whole pitcher of real milk, so that your cup of tea stays warm, though. The black tea at those places is real good.)

Won’t the other customers who’ve ordered black tea have a problem with that? If they’re giving you a pitcher of milk, then it’s gotta be the real deal…

*Ryui glances around*

Ryui: ……

Tsk. All I’m seeing are people with coffee…

??: …How about a cafe au lait?

Ryui: …Huh?

??: A cafe au lait. Iced.

Ryui: Shut up. Don’t talk to me.

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: Are you ready to order?

Ryui: ……

??: Espresso.

Ryui: …… I’ll have a cup of hot milk tea.

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff:  Would you like milk or lemon with i–

Ryui: Milk.

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: Hot or ic–

Ryui: Hot.

(I said I wanted a hot milk tea from the very beginning.)

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: Alright. Please wait a moment.

??: Cafe staff hate arrogant humans, you know?

Ryui: Then stop talking to me and annoying me.

??: Hehehe…

Announcement: “This is an announcement for passengers taking flight ZE302 to Aomori.”

Ryui: ……!

Announcement: “We’d like to apologise once more for flight delays and cancellations due to poor weather conditions.”

“I repeat. Passengers taking flight ZE302 to Aomori…”

Ryui: …Tsk.

??: Will you curse the airport next? It’s not their fault the weather is bad.

Ryui: I didn’t say anything.

(I can’t believe the one flight I was trying to take to Aomori would end up being cancelled…)

…My luck is horrible.

??: Don’t blame it on your luck. You were prevented from being on that flight even before you were born – it’s destiny.

If I were to go further, I’d even say the fact that Toi was selected as the Shiramitsu family’s sacrifice instead of a certain someone is–

Ryui: How about you shut up? Divination? Destiny? I’m tired of listening to a fatalist.

I don’t believe in destiny or the things you say – I don’t believe in any of it. That’s why I’m leavin’ HAMA today.

??: Pfft, hehehe…! Oh, I know. I remembered something that might be of use to you.

Ryui: Huh?

??: It’s a heartfelt story – one which will give you courage. How many years ago was it…? Where did it take place?

Many lives were taken due to a certain race of people. They were packed into a train like sardines and taken to a concentration camp. They wouldn’t be able to escape with their lives intact.

There were irrational bouts of violence! And despair huddled closely together…!

But there was a psychologist who hadn’t gone insane. He continued to have hope and survived. Do you know what he believed in the whole time?

Ryui: I honestly don’t care.

??: He continued to believe the fact that he would be the one to take hold of his own fate. He’ll carve out his own path in life and that he was the protagonist in his own story.

Ryui: ……

??: Even in a situation where his own life was in someone else’s hands, he kept a sharp eye, found the freedom he could control and concentrated his efforts on that. It seems humans can gain happiness that way.

Subjectively choosing a cup of black tea that’s hot and mixed with milk can also lead you to happiness, Ryui.

Ryui: …What’re you trying to tell me?

??: It would be nice if your cup of tea arrives in one piece. …I hope it’s hot and has milk in it.

Ryui: Huh?

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: Thanks for waiting.

Ryui: ……

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff:  Here’s your espresso and iced cafe au lait.

??: Hahahaha!

Ryui: Hey, were you even listening to my order? I said I wanted a hot milk tea.

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: Huh? Did you…?

Ryui: Ugh! It’s fine!

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: Okay. …It’s fine?

Ryui: I said I’m fine with the iced cafe au lait so leave it here!

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: But… uh…

Ryui: Don’t make me repeat myself. I said it’s fine so it’s fine.

Put it down. And get back to work.

(Lazy-sounding) cafe staff: Okay. Sorry.

Ryui: ……

??: You look like you’re in such a happy mood.

Ryui: You knew I’d get a cafe au lait from the very beginning. You were just making fun of me by talking about happiness or hope or whatever.

??: Will you deny the fatalism by saying it was because of that moron who took your order?

Ryui: Cafe staff will hate you if you badmouth them, you piece of trash.

??: Hehe… Either way, you’ve understood now, right?

No matter how hard you try to defy fate, you’ll be pulled right back into the box you were originally in and contained there.

That’s what “fate” is.

Ryui: ……

??: Your path will not change even if you investigate your roots in Aomori. The heavens have indicated this by “cancelling your flight”, have they not?

Ryui: You’re just saying that now to make your fatalism more convincing. Outsiders should just shut the hell up.

If I can’t take a flight there, I’ll just use a different method of transportation.

??: Humans cannot see their fate. Therefore, they have sweet dreams. When I see you struggling like an infant, I can’t help but find you pathetic and endearing.

Ryui: Tsk. Ugh, gross.

??: How does the cafe au lait taste?

Ryui: Not enough sugar.

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Thank you for tagging @containsmoss! I tag anyone who sees this post on their dash and thinks, "hey that'd be fun to do!"

I made my own post and reorganized the questions because the order was bugging me, lol. Original post linked below:

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Do you make your bed? My bed is a japanese style futon so making my bed should theoretically consist of me folding my blanket, putting my pillow away, and tucking the futon under the couch. Do I always do this? No. And sometimes I just sleep on the couch. Do you talk to yourself? Sure, though usually it means I’m not doing great mental health wise. Do you think aliens are real? The universe is so incomprehensibly vast that the possibility of life is never an impossibility. I'll hedge my bets. What's your favorite number? Numbers divisible by 9 in the traditional times table. The digits add up to 9 which is pleasant. Favorite color? Industrial teal. Favorite type of music? All over the place, but mid-century folk, soul, funk; 1990’s brit pop; early 2000’s indie rock…I think? Favorite childhood sport? Warrior Cats roleplay. Do you like puzzles? Eh. I like jigsaw puzzles. If you could go back to school, would you? I’d only go back if I needed it for a specific career path and it was focused on practical / applied knowledge. First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? Earliest I can remember is librarian in middle school. What is your job? I plead the fifth! A job you had that would surprise people? Nothing I can think of. Oh, this isn’t surprising, but I was once hired to call bookstores to ask if they’re a NY Times reporting bookstore. A professor wanted get his book on the bestseller list, so he bought copies from reporting stores. The stores will tell you if you ask politely. Can you parallel park? I can’t drive. Can you drive a manual car? I can’t drive! Any phobias? Falling and cockroaches and mortality. I hate dead insect bodies. Idk if that’s a phobia. Tattoos? Noooo. Too permanent and I’m too indecisive. Coffee or tea? Tea. There's simply so much more variety. Also I grew up drinking lots of kinds of tea. Black, green, oolong, barley, corn, rooibos, hibiscus, ginseng, chamomile, etc, etc, etc. Coffee's good too though. What's your guilty pleasure? I don’t tend to feel guilty about pleasure, unless it cost a lot of money. Hm. Shitty shoujo manga? Travel? What movies do you adore? Columbus, Whisper of the Heart, Howard’s End, Moonlight, True Grit, uhh Labyrinth.

[landscaping-your-mind]

i think it's absolutely rigged that this episode falls on april fools day actually. APRIL FOOLS! everything is still awful actually

Hi howdy this episode is so sad :( I'm so sad constantly about this episode. this episode. :( can't wait until the FUN season 5 bits where it's like they're GAY and there are so many ANALOGIES! instead we just have to wallow in sadness for a bit. so upset!! aa!!

Anyway yeah, lets go. I think when I listened to it at first I was really upset that I was at the end, like I was thinking "oh no I'm nearly at the end" back with 151. I still haven't listened to goodbye for now because it just makes me really sad that my favourite podded cast is over. I mean, good thing it's not now, but I still don't think I can make myself listen to it. I did put off MAG 200 for a while, and then when I actually did listen to it I immediately read Citrus' (CirrusGrey) fics about it.

Which, speaking of, it's season 5 time!!! Fuck dude it sure is! Not only a relisten, but a reread of all Citrus' fantastic fics!! YEAH!!! Ok, ok, ok, getting on with it now.

@a-mag-a-day

MARTIN You had- rum and raisin, and taught us all about emulsifiers.

He has the ice cream taste of a grandmother. Oh, also, funny story. So, we were getting ice cream, right, and I saw rum and raisin, and I got really upset, because Jon Sims had rum and raisin ice cream, and also the world ended. I don't- everything is a TMA reference with me, once someone asked me to open the door and I started laughing, because Jon Sims opened a door.

It's... very... odd.

JONAH MAGNUS (AS ELIAS) Knock knock.

Killing and maiming. I hate him so much. Die. Fucking die.

JONAH He didn’t have to. Nothing escapes my notice, and I like to keep an eye out for this sort of thing.

This guy is COMICALLY evil. like, not only does he end the world, but he ruins a cake surprise? why is he such a bastard?

ARCHIVIST Uh- thirty-eight.

HE JUST ADDED TEN YEARS ONTO HIS AGE HE'S SO FUCKING STUPID <3

TIM, SASHA, MARTIN (Crosstalk) -Jon. JONAH (Crosstalk) -Archivist.

WHY??? Literally, like, why, why, why is he like this, why, why??? Why did he do that? Why is he such an asshole? Why.

Why.

why.

ARCHIVIST If I wish for you all to go away, do you think it’ll work?

WHY ARE WE GETTING HIT WITH THE DRAMATIC IRONY BUS? WHY? "If I wish for you all to go away, do you think it'll work" STOP NO, WHY, WHYYYY...

it just makes me really sad.

ARCHIVIST I can’t tell you.

Your honour I am holding him gently.

JONAH He wished for a little bit of peace and quiet.

It's one thing to manipulate someone into ending the world, it's quite another to SHARE THEIR WISH? Dude. Why is he like this? This does nothing for him? He has taken one of Jon's only happy memories from working at the hell that's called an archive and twisted it into "oh boy, look at all that pain." For no fucking reason except to be evil. Killing and murder.

MARTIN Oh! Uh, (slight laugh) I mean- I don’t- normally- drink wine, you know- t-tannins are a proven headache trigger, and so-

Ooh! Fun fact! Rooibos tea has low tannin compared to other tea, therefore, Martin drinks rooibos tea, I make the rules.

TIM Oh! Yeah! I- just thought it might be nice, you know, something to look back on when we’re all old and sick of each other.

WHY. WHY. WHY.

"When we're all old and sick of each other" THEYRE NEVER GONNA GET OLD AND SICK OF EACH OTHER THEYRE ALL GOING TO DIE. THEYRE ALREADY DEAD AND THEY DONT EVEN KNOW IT. IM GOING TO CRY NOW.

ARCHIVIST (Crosstalk) (Under his breath) Oh, hypocrite.

I hate that it sounds friendly, like they're getting annoyed at each other in a friendly way, that Jon is friends with Tim and Sasha. Hate it. So much. Headinhands.

TIM (Crosstalk) Alright, alright, fine, look. I’m turning it off. Any last words for your future selves? ARCHIVIST Yes. Fire Tim!

ARHRRHGGGHGH </3

[Pause with clothing rustles]

CLOTHING RUSTLES!!!!! 🏳️‍🌈

ARCHIVIST It’s not- (struggling) you’re not the one who ended the world. (Archivist breath shows he’s close to tears)

Oh my god leave me alone. Stop it! Stop it!! It's just. Like. Christ. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can't even word properly, I just want to give him a hug, I just want him to be okay. Fuck, dude.

Why's jonny such a good voice actorrrr :(

MARTIN Are we still safe? ARCHIVIST Y-Yes. It- It doesn’t want to harm me. MARTIN And me? ARCHIVIST I won’t let it.

I like the way Jon's voice is in the "it doesn't want to harm me." Like it's sort of vaguely hysterical.

ARCHIVIST I’m just- I’m mourning a world I killed- MARTIN (Placating) I know- ARCHIVIST (Increasingly fervent) and we’re all trapped in its rotting corpse!-

I like this bit a lot. I think it's neat. I'm gay and I like rot. I need to read... what was it, thirteen stories I think? That's got the rot. I like the rot. 10/10 on the rot. Like hnmmn what Jane Prentiss says about the dead god, a world that was alive, was sentient, now dead, rotting with maggots and flies all over it, flesh squishy and yielding but also firm at the same time like a bruised apple, trapped on an actually dead corpse of a world.

That would be neat!!

ARCHIVIST Can you imagine? If we’d had this? MARTIN But we didn’t though, did we. ARCHIVIST No— MARTIN So there’s no point in dwelling.

ooOOOoooh title drop

but also... </3 like he could have kept them. he could have not done that. he could have not put the fucking solution to everything right after it becomes moot.

stabbing.

ARCHIVIST Healthy? I am an Avatar of voyeuristic terror, who unquestioned craving for knowledge has condemned the entire world to an eternity of torment; healthy i-isn’t- i,it’s not

I've written this so much on like every test, it lives in my mind rent free, it's hhnrnhrnnh holding it gently <3 like i don't even know what to say, this is a far cry from the whole mag 160 thing where it lived in my head rent free and so does a lot of words about it, here it's just... a lot of reaction images.

ARCHIVIST Why not? It- It’s quiet, here, and I have you.

ARHGHHGHHH

<333

ARCHIVIST No, it’s- I love you, I just— I need more time.

headinhands (good)

AND ALRIGHT CITRUS' FIC FOR TODAY IS SEVEN SLEEPS! WHICH I REALLY LIKE IT AND ITS JUST LIKE ITS JUST LIKE I KNEW WHAT I WAS SIGNING UP FOR, I KNEW WHAT THE OUTCOME WOULD BE, I KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. and like the whole bloody season it's just like it's just :( CITRUS ::::(((

read it. it's so good.

[straykats]

wahoo ty for tha tag @hongssami @applejongho !!

rules: answer + tag nine people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

favorite color: i find this so hard to answer bc it depends on so many things 😭 but um. purples, blues, beige/browns ig? i also have a soft spot for orange bc my cousins associate it w me and call it the me colour so DJSKVNSJKS

last song i listened to: this cover by touched. idk what the song is man i just, AHHHH <3<3<3<3<3 have had their music on repeat since last night vfsvsv also alternative answer, the fruits basket opening bc im watching it rn

last film i watched: 10 things i hate about you or legends of the guardians: the owls of ga'hoole. i cant remember which was last

currently reading: (excl. manga lol) i have a few things next to my bed: the left hand of darkness by ursula k. le guin, iris kelly doesnt date by ashley herring blake (i got this but now that im 'reading' it idk if i like the writing style rip), and white nights by dostoevsky

currently craving: fried chicken and bbt (specifically t4's chicken and their mulberry drink)

currently watching: fruits basket!

coffee or tea: both!! but more inclined towards coffee. i enjoy rooibos at night tho hehe

no tagsies rip sorry guys AHHA

[fated-fragrance-omegaverse]

dynamic: mostly alpha-adjacent, but with a bit of omega traits in there as well. they/he.

scents i can't stand: chemical-y artificial fragrances in the form of air fresheners, scented cleaning products, bug sprays and whatever those things are that people put in their toilet bowls to scent after each flush. not a big fan of citronella, either. and that smell in a high school girl's change room of too much fruity scented artificial deodorants, perfurmes and antiperspirants? olfactory hell. also hate the smell of chlorine.

scents i like: natural scents and earthy, spicy, herbal warm things like sandalwood, cedar, pine, cinnamon, nutmeg, anise, toasted sesame seeds, pumpkin spice, cloves, roast garlic, coffee, baked breads and pastries, anise, boiled candy, mint, rose, caramel, vanilla, chocolate and cocoa, sawdust, pine, smoke, frankincense, rooibos tea, warm milk, honey, barbequed and grilled meats, roast vegetables, caramelized onion, teriyaki stirfry, paprika, mushroom, damp moss, old leather, musty books, that ozone smell in the air before it rains/during a thunderstorm, sea spray, frangipani and hibiscus, rosemary, sage, lavender, the smell of freshly ground marijuana, whiskey and rum, hot spiced wine, citrus, baked apple

what i like in a partner/mate: someone like myself, aka someone who isn't afraid to laugh at some dark jokes or crack a raunchy one liner at a comedically inappropriate time. an adventurer and traveller, someone willing to find the fun side of life and take a few risks. affectionate, sensual, not afraid to get a little bit flirtatious and experimental (if you know what i mean, wink wink). preferably on the andromasc side, with a sassy boyish charm, impish grin, bit punky. all cheesy b grade movies and junk food binges, fast cars and long nights listening to music, talking about the weird eccentric things in the universe, sharing a joint or a glass of energy drink sipped out of the last clean coffee mug by the sink. kinda tacky, but able to make it work. not too over the top, though, there should be some rest and recovery between the partying but still able to keep it interesting. very warm and tender.

what i dislike in a partner/mate: not willing to come out of their shell and explore the world. too much of a stay-at-home type to the point that domesticity becomes repetitive, monotonous and mundane. i don't like when people can't find a balance between conservative/humble and wild/outgoing. if they can't take a dicey joke or get uncomfortable with heated topics, or are the type to get uncomfortable around my friends or become too possessive or clingy, it becomes offputting. however, i absolutely loathe feeling ignored or neglected myself and nothing bugs me more in a relationship than a lack of communication or disrespect for established boundaries and mutual comfort levels. dishonesty, lying and deceipt is a big turn off and long held grudges put me on edge. I also don't like having to be a 24/7 caretaker to someone else's emotional needs, especially if I don't feel I'm getting any tenderness and support in return. I value an emotional connection as well as a physically oriented one, and I don't bide well with casual hook ups or one night flings.

anything else?: nothing i can think of, other than the fact i like my scents and fragrances i wear on myself to be strong enough that even i feel a little affected by them. i like to feel that my own scents will affect my mood and either spice me up with confidence, or mellow me out and calm me down when I'm feeling heated and riled up.

Hi Anon! I love how much thought you put into everything!

Let's see, certainly a lover of the bold and authentic I would say. After reading through your post multiple times, I can't help but to think of Mulled Wine. Deep, warm and stands solidly.

I'd recommend you try the scents of mandarin to brighten and amber musk to heat you up with confidence. Clove would be a nice addition to keep it away from that overly sweet perfume smell you dislike.

I think with this smell combo, you'd walk into a room with so much confidence people will be begging to go on adventures with you.

[plutoniclol]

Cookie Run OC bullshit

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART UNLESS I GIVE YOU PERMISSION! (REBLOGS APPRECIATED THOUGH)

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR COOKIE RUN

sorry its been a while since ive actually posted

but anyways

this is White Tea Cookie! he is a Crème Republican, and is Clotted Cream Cookie’s boyfriend!! He is part of a lesser known House, the Tea Clan.

as the sheet says, he is the heir (i didn’t know what other words to use lol) to becoming the leader. his father, Oolong Tea Cookie, is ill, so White Tea Cookie has had to take charge.

White Tea Cookie hates taking leadership, it stresses him out a lot.

White Tea Cookie’s family consists of:

his father: Oolong Tea Cookie

his mother: Crystal Sugar Cookie

his older sister: Chamomile Tea Cookie

and the triplet sisters (from oldest to youngest): Honey Tea Cookie, Rooibos Tea Cookie, and Black Tea Cookie

(these are super rough sketches 😭)

cracks knuckles*

so how does Clotted Cream Cookie know White Tea Cookie?

they were actually childhood friends of sorts.

one day, a young Clotted Cream Cookie was out and about, when he saw a cookie with white hair and blue eyes, sitting by the fountain.

they befriended each other in a matter of minutes, and they would often play, sometimes even at the other cookie’s home.

but eventually, Custard Cookie (WE HATE HIM) saw this, and dragged Clotted Cream Cookie away, saying “a future elder should not mingle with the common folk.” or some shit. little did he know that cookie is in one of the houses just. it’s lesser known.

Clotted Cream Cookie always sat by the window, staring at the fountain, but the cookie seemed to never appear again. he eventually forgot about them. or atleast, it seemed so.

one day (when he’s consul), Clotted Cream Cookie receives a letter. it smelled like freshly brewed tea, and had a green wax stamp with a leaf on it. he opened it, and read the letter.

Dear, young consul. I hope this letter finds you in good health. I’m unsure if you remember me, but I remember you. I hope to see you again. If you are not busy, let us meet tomorrow at the fountain at sunset. I hope to meet you there, old friend. - Heir to the Tea Clan

Clotted Cream Cookie was, admittedly, confused. he thinks he’s never heard of the Tea Clan before, but it did sound a bit familiar. what did this cookie mean by ‘old friend?’ he decided to go anyway, seeing as the cookie knew him well.

when Clotted Cream Cookie arrived, he saw a cookie with white hair and blue eyes, smiling at him.

wait.

Clotted Cream knew this cookie, the cookie he used to play with when he was still in his youth! he couldn’t believe it!

White Tea Cookie admitted to Clotted Cream Cookie that he had missed him, and, though Clotted Cream Cookie forgot about White Tea Cookie, a part of him missed him too

and uhh yeah gay shit

idk how to end this lol

White Tea Cookie and Clotted Cream Cookie were pretty much almost inseparable when they started dating. and if they did, it was usually because of work.

their favorite place together is the Tea Clan’s greenhouse, where they grow tea leaves and stuff. the greenhouse has a little pavilion area where cookies can hang out at, though its usually White Tea Cookie and Clotted Cream Cookie.

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