#THOSE FUCKING SOUR PATCH KIDS TOO

[shoverse]

be so fr rn bc warheads ain't even sour...

[bunnyb34r]

Finally found the 1lb "red white and blue" sour patch kids bag this year 🤤🤤🤤 yayyy 🥰

[wabatle]

Sour patch kids with my bgg hyoma plz 🥺🥺 fem reader and also i notice that you still had like oct first and all the days before today on your list of fics and how dies that work??? Those days are alrdy gone?? Also idrc which day you do the fic i just want it to be whenever you finish ig lol tyy 🥰🥰

「 ✦ Flufftober Day 1: Chigiri Hyoma ✦ 」

☽｡⋆Genre: Sour patch kids (angst to comfort)

☽｡⋆ Warnings: you and chigiri have a fight :(

☽｡⋆ Contains: gn!reader, angst, comfort

All it started with was a comment, and the situation was already escalating. You don't even remember what you said.

“Fine. If you don't want me here so bad, then I'll just leave.” You had told him.

Now you were curled up in your bed in your own house, crying and regretting what you said.

And fuck, it hurt being away from him. You didn't even know what you should say to him to apologize.

Your phone rang. Chigiri's caller ID flashed on the screen, and immediately you moved to answer it.

You hesitated, your finger hovering over the button before you slowly answered.

“Hello…?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

“Baby, where are you?” He asked.

“Home.” You replied.

“Can I come over? Please?” He asked.

“...” You paused. “...Okay.”

“Be right there.” Chigiri replied.

Within minutes, he showed up at your door. When you opened it, he immediately hugged you.

“Hyo—”

“I'm sorry.”

His desperate tone shocked you.

“What I said… I didn't mean it. I–I’m so sorry, (name).”

You hugged him back tighter.

“I'm sorry too. I didn't mean what I said.”

You stood in your doorway tangled together for a few more seconds before Chigiri spoke.

“So… are we good?”

You paused. “Yeah. We're good.”

“Thank god.” He said, kissing you. “I don't think I could go another second with you being mad at me.”

☽｡⋆ Slowly I'm catching up!! ヽ（≧□≦）ノ

☽｡⋆ Flufftober event

[zweiginator]

all this boy bestfriend patrick content is so yummy. it’s like a fun little au

the drama…the tension…YUM i am eating it up

i have so many thoughts…like does reader get jealous too? when does patrick finally tell her? how does their relationship progress after that?

Patrick is open about his jealousy to anyone and everyone who will listen. He will go on dates with girls to try to take his mind off of the fact that you’re on a date of your own and he will talk about you … the entire time.

Patrick will strategically plan a date around yours, desperate to make you jealous. Your date is running late; you’re sitting alone at a booth when in comes Patrick and his new girl-of-the-week. She’s pretty and you’ve met her before—but something about her is pissing you off today.

And you sit up straighter to wave at him. Since when does he wear nicely pressed shirts and why is his hand on her lower back? But he pretends not to see you.

Patrick actually has a good time on the date; they’re laughing and he holds her hand under the table the whole time. Your date showed up twenty five minutes late and you didn’t really pay attention to him. You were busy counting the amount of times Patrick leaned forward to brush his date’s hair away from her face or feigned a laugh at a shitty joke she made.

The next time you and Patrick hang out you’re a complete brat. Giving him the silent treatment, facing away from him in the car in a way that is so deliberate that it’s pissing Patrick off.

“What the fuck did I do?” He asks you.

You shrug. “Why don’t you go to your girlfriend’s house? It’s rude to hang out with other girls when you’re taken.”

Patrick stifles a smile. “My girlfriend? Who would that be?”

“Don’t play stupid.”

“That girl I took to the Italian restaurant?” He asked, holding his hand out for you to give him a sour patch kid.

You gave him four of his least favorite flavor.

“So you knew I was there!” You shove him. “I knew it. Why did you ignore me?” Now your lip is wobbling and god, why are you acting like this and having a fucking temper tantrum? You were on a date too.

“Sweetheart,” Patrick says, mid chew. “We were both on dates.”

“But she’s not your girlfriend?” You ask. You sound so stupid and desperate.

“No. And he’s not your boyfriend?”

You shake your head, until you realize he’s busy looking at the road and he can’t see you. “No he’s not.”

“I’m supposed to go on another date with her tonight.” Patrick says it like a confession. And it’s scary for him to open up this can of worms. His heart is beating out of his chest but the way your eyes were watering, how big and glassy they are—it makes him think maybe he isn’t delusional anymore.

“Oh.” You say, softly.

“But maybe I should take you out.” You didn’t realize where you were, that the car had stopped. He took you to your middle school tennis courts. There was a tree by a picnic table where Patrick had etched your and his name into the bark inside of a heart, 11 years before. You had never seen this before.

“On a date?” You ask. Patrick rubs his thumb over your hand, nodding.

“Yeah, on a date. I’m going to be honest, if I see you go on another date with one of those douchebags that always asks you out you’re gonna have to bail me out of jail.”

You lean in to give him a kiss, but he closes his lips. “Oh, I’d never kiss a girl before taking her out. That’s rude.”

You slap his arm. “You’re a piece of shit.”

And the thing about Patrick is if you asked his former girlfriends and lovers about him they would say he’s annoying and self-centered and not very romantic. But he is for you. And he uses all of the restraint in his body to wait to fuck you. It’s not like you’re not begging him to. He lasts for three weeks and 5 days before he can’t take it anymore.

[bamsara]

Oooo, for the dialogue prompts "you should have thought about that before you got into a fight" and "I only wanted to help"

I love your works! Your art looks like itd taste like sour patch kids, v nice!! ^^

Sun (Mostly) Centric | Wordcount: 1,147 | AO3 Version

The world has not yet adjusted to the flood of robots merging with day-to-day society.

At least, not in the form they had taken prior. To say that there was some backlash was undercutting it; using arguments of humanity vs machine to its core, despite the clarity that those walking alongside them weren't just AI made to mimic human traits and personality, but sentient beings that develop their own. There's a difference between a chatbot app and your next-door neighbor who just so happens to be made out of metal.

Still, there is progress as much as there are incidents. A recent ruling states that all robots don't need to look human in order to receive the same amount of respect and rights (which is fantastic for all of Fazbear's line up of robots, considering they were animals in nature and all, in all franchises and pizza plexes across the country) but there were...incidents too, some of them making the news.

So when you're out doing some quick shopping for groceries one day and a stranger with a taut face and a sour attitude starts heckling Sun, and that heckling turns to harassment, and thus turns into him reaching for the back of the animatronic's head and pulling at the vulnerable wires there, you clock him.

Hard, actually. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch, but you don't have time to shake the feeling out from your hand because the guy sends one right back and oh, there you go, tumbling in the isle and knocking baking soda and sugar and other cake ingredients off the shelf as the two of you yell profanities and arguments while Sun has a metaphorical loading symbol over his head while he processes the last five seconds.

Now you're both banned from that store. The other guy is too, thankfully. Still sucks though. You didn't get to check out the ingredients for the cake.

"You're a real mess." Sun scolds you, dipping the rag back into the warm water, and bringing it back up to your face. He dabs at the dried blood under your eye, careful not to rub too harshly so as to not irritate the darkening skin beneath it. "Honestly. That could have gone so much worse-"

"Like pulling wires out of your head?" You interrupt. You're not too keen about the bathroom being turned into a lecture hall, and the lid of the toilet seat being your 'time-out' spot as he tends to you. "Yeah, sure. I'll just let the stranger rip out what is essentially your brain cords out of your flat skull and be fine with it."

Sun shoots you a look. The default smile is strained.

"What?" You hiss in the silent pause, and not because of the sting of your eye. "All I'm saying is that this-" A point to your face, "-is preferable than the other outcome."

"Our wires are welded in with steel, so I highly doubt a human could rip them out without some sort of power tool." Sun tuts. "You remember Parts n Service."

He had a point. The machine in Parts n Service did weld his arm back into place at the time, and all the other repairs since then didn't go without some sort of heat tool to make sure everything was properly molded in place. Still, you frown. "It's still fucked up that he did that, though."

"Language."

"We didn't even get the cake mix." A light dab on the eye, you bite your tongue as Sun clears the last of the dried blood from the area. "Shouldn't have banned us. Now we have to go across town to get groceries."

Sun pulls back the rag, stained pink and light brown with old blood, dropping it in the sink to be washed later. "You should have thought about that before getting into a fight."

"I was only trying to help!" You defend, continuing as Sun pulls out the disinfectant in a rather knowing manner. The cut underneath your eye from the guy's ring was about to sting like hell. "And it's not like I was the one who started it!"

He pours a dab of alcohol onto a cotton ball retrieved from the first aid kit, a small puff of white in between large silocone fingers, it's almost comical how he pinches it into place before crouching back down, the cotton ball hovering over your face. "Hush. This is going to sting."

Your mouth thins at the underlying tone of Moon's voice in his scolding, leaning away from the offending ball. "You're such a hypocrite."

A hand comes underneath your chin to hold you in place, thumb pressed into your jawline. "Stop whining."

"How would you feel, huh?" You wrinkle your nose as the disinfectant ball comes closer. "What would you do if someone attacked me like that?"

The cotton ball presses against the cut and you flinch, hard enough that your shoulders hike up and your neck tenses. It stings like hell, searing for a moment before dulling to an aching throb, a hiss in the back of your dry throat.

The Daycare Attendant's thumb keeps in place for a second, then pulls it away, expression unreadable. "The same thing we did the last time someone tried."

You grit your teeth, pressing your lips into a thin line as the stinging starts to fade.

"Though," He continues, pulling the cotton ball away and tossing it into the trash. "While your help is appreciated, It would be very much appreciated if we were to avoid something like that in the future!" He waves his hands, the bright smile returning, and Sun's fingers go behind your ear, pulling back out a colorful bandage. "I think it goes without saying that it makes me very sad to see you all hurt. Not fun at all!"

You blow hot air out of your nose in a huff as he applies the sticky bandage. "Hypocrite."

"There you are! Right as rain, dandy and peachy." Sun pulls back to observe his handiwork, and there's a slight pause. "Well, not quite. You've still got a bit of a shiner. I don't think I have a medicine for that one."

"It makes me look cool." You jest. "I look badass."

The animatronic sighs, heavy and loaded for a robot with no lungs, though his exasperation is evident in his voicebox. "Pulling my wires, our wires, please, you're constantly on them-" He's mumbling, quickly. Still talking even as he cradles your head gently by your jawline, and presses his faceplate to the skin above the black eye. "Afraid that's all I can give."

You wrinkle your nose, smiling. "I think a cake would be great too."

"Thanks to someone-" He starts, rising from a crouched position and taking your hand to help you stand. "It looks like we'll be ordering one from the bakery instead."

[euripidestrousers]

The Bridget Jones Wolfstar AU that No One Asked For

Dear Diary, 

Even writing those words makes me physically ill so I’d like to start this off by disclosing that getting a diary was not my idea. 

You see, my best friend, James - excellent, wonderful best friend who has recently become a family man by choice, and has therefore become one of the most insufferable people on earth - gave me this diary and said it’s either this or he’s buying me therapy because one more rubbish one-week relationship of mine is going to kill him.

And I don’t need a fucking therapist, so here you are, and here I am. I feel better already.

(haha)

Dear Diary, 

James might be onto something. Today I found myself smoking my third morning cigarette while drinking my coffee and muttering that the drive to work is going to be hell because of the rain. 

I’ve become my father. 

Of course, I asked James if he ever looks in the mirror and sees Monty staring back and if it makes him want to buy a motorbike and he replied, ‘Uh, I’m literally his son, we look alike. Are you okay?’

My thirty third birthday is coming up. 

Please don’t let this be a mid-life crisis. I’m not in a relationship because I don’t want one, and haven’t had one in over ten years because the men in London either want to meet you in the park or meet your parents. It’s the last hour of the buffet and all that’s left is the salad. And I don’t need a relationship either. James and Lily are a match made in heaven since the first time he told her ugly friend he was ugly (rightfully so, the man is still hideous and a complete prick), and she told him to watch his fucking mouth. Made for each other.

But the last time I met a guy that made me laugh and was any sort of attractive and not a complete knob about being attractive, was over three years ago. 

Ie, it’s not for me. End of story.

I bought a motorbike

Dear Diary, 

I’m going to do away with the whole ‘dear diary’ thing, it makes me feel like a schoolgirl and if James ever finds you when we’re drunk he’s going to read out at least one embarrassing entry at me. They’re all embarrassing. 

I went on a blind date today.

“Long black for… Sirish?”

What? Oh. That vague jumble of mush must have been his name. Sirius grabs the takeaway cup and makes for the door briskly. He has the Binkley case to catch up on and write a piece on by the end of the week and he’s still not clear who the man is. A football star perhaps? He’s still being sidelined into the sports area of the paper because he did football for a year. Nevermind that he has an interest in politics and would very much like to report on where the country will be in ten years if it keeps going-

J: You busy after work?

Sirius grins, flopping his jacket over one arm to type back to James Potter, best friend and inarguably lesser half of Lily Potter. 

S: drinks?

J: I have a one year old

S: too early for him to start?

S: kidding. Don’t tell Lily. She’s already started making him take his helmet every time I take him for a day. 

J: It’s not for drinks. Lily has a friend who’s just come to town. I thought maybe you could show him around.

S: Worst lie ever. 

J: I haven’t had coffee yet.

J: It’s actually true though. He just came to town and doesn’t know anyone other than Lily, and Harry has a cold so we’re both staying home.

J: He’s quite attractive I’m told. Lily told me to say ‘tall Martin Freeman’, and that you’d know what it means

S: Potter, if I was so desperate that I would open to a blind date, I definitely wouldn’t start with any of Lily’s friends, they’re all college professors and about 50 years old. 

J: He’s 37

S: He has elbow patches. Guaranteed. Bet he says ‘but the Torries are actually not as conservative as they’re made out to be.’

S: Bet he has a mahogany desk and wanks to Aristotle

J: Jesus christ

J: Photo sent

Sirius glances down uninterestedly and sees a photo of a man. But instead of the expected stuffy looking balding man with a sour face, as most of Lily’s fellow professors are to be fair, instead he’s looking at a tall, brown haired man with flecks of grey at the temples and smiling softly at the camera, and he’s well, he’s not not handsome. Tall Martin Freeman is actually quite right. Hello.

He brings the phone closer to examine the photo as he blindly barges into the office building with the large Get Up, Britain sign gaudy and bright above him. 

The man is younger on second glance, although he is wearing a suit jacket with elbow patches (told you, Jamie), and standing a little awkwardly, like he’s not used to photos being taken of him, and it’s entirely likely that he’s more accustomed to being nose deep in a book ninety percent of the time. 

He’s shagged worse. 

S: I was right about the elbow patches

J: I really tried to find one without them too

J: But he sounds nice. Funny. Lily likes him, she talks about him all the time. They were prefects together in school and used to bunk off and smoke behind the bins

One the one hand: prefect. Disgusting. Hall monitors. Pigs-to-be, snooty, law-abiding to the most irritating degree (Lily being the exception, of course). On the other hand: smoking behind the bins is more his style. Speaking of, he’d love one right now-

J: I really think you’d like him. Even just friends. Moving cities is lonely and he sounds alright. He likes Manchester U?

S: Fine, I’m free after 6

S: Don’t yell at me if I shag him, work has been shit.

So that’s how Sirius finds himself, half past six, swearing up a storm and running with his tote bag over his head in the pouring rain, late for his blind date (or something).

He slams into the restaurant door, shaking himself off like a wet dog, his casual Friday jeans and black t-shirt soaking wet, his shoulder length, black hair is dripping around his face, hoping his laptop has survived, and shivering like a chihuahua at a children’s party. 

“Uh, I’m here for uh-” he consults his phone again and reads the name to the maitre d, “Reh-mus?”

“It’s Remus, actually”, comes a soft voice from his left. 

Sirius turns quickly and immediately drenches the man standing at his elbow in droplets of water from his hair and coat. Tall Martin Freeman indeed - he has one of those faces that’s even better in person, where the way he stoops his shoulders and holds himself makes him look soft and welcoming, and the warm lighting gives him that attractive, cozy professor look, rather than an uptight old man.

“Oh”, Sirius grins quickly, hoping his dazzling smile will make up for their flimsy introduction, “Right, Sirius. Are you still waiting for a table-?”

“I er, well, I was about to leave actually”, Remus says, glancing at the maitre d awkwardly, “You’re quite late.”

Sirius’ smile freezes. Well, then. 

“Got caught up at work”, he replies stiffly, brushing his hair back and letting his eyes go cold, “If you’d prefer we don’t-”

“No, no, of course not”, Remus appears to snap back, as if remembering his manners and seeming oddly distracted, “Please, let’s sit. You look like you could use a drink.”

Sirius runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he follows Remus to the table and wonders if that was a slight about him looking like a drowned rat. He notices the man has worn an absolutely hideous brown jumper that wouldn’t be out of place in an aged care home, so he doesn’t really have the right to judge Sirius’ appearance. 

“Wine?” The waiter offers politely. It’s a nice place - James said Lily had picked it because she thought Remus would like it. It is a little stuffy, honestly. Something his parents might have stopped by and deemed adequate, which is to say, the beer is fucking overpriced, Jesus-

“I’ll have the Stout again, please”, Remus answers briskly, nodding at Sirius to order his.

“Uh, yeah, Stout. Cheers”, Sirius adds, dumping his bag beneath the table and trying to surreptitiously dry his hair in the napkin. Remus looks away as if embarrassed by him. Swot.

“So, you know Lily through school?” Sirius starts, unable to keep the boredom completely out of his voice. 

“Yes. I take it you know James through yours”, Remus answers, very politely but also sounding just as bored. 

“Yeah, grew up together”, Sirius nods. 

Remus doesn’t say anything to that, just hums and sips some water. 

It’s fucking awkward. Normally, Sirius would give him an ultimatum - ‘look, do you want to liven it up a bit and turn this into a fun one-night thing? Because otherwise, I’m not feeling it and I’ve got work to do.’

But Lily knows this guy, they have mutual friends, and if this isn’t what makes blind dates the most excruciating, hellish thing on earth, worse than job interviews, worse than-

“I don’t really do blind dates”, Remus says suddenly, and then blinks as if he hadn’t meant to say anything at all.

“Right”, Sirius says, bewildered. 

“I, er, the dating scene. Not really my thing”, he says quietly, still not looking Sirius in the eye, “But I just moved here from Wales and I don’t know anyone, so this doesn’t have to be… anything. Just-”

“Oh- oh yeah. Fine with me”, Sirius finds himself swallowing down a touch of regret, offended really, because he’s not used to someone not immediately being ready to come home with him. “I’m not really looking for anything and blind dates are, well - eugh, you know? Like, thanks, my friends think I can’t get laid on my own or something so they set me up with whoever they think isn’t a serial killer, like any gay dude will do-”

“Yes, well”, Remus says tightly, taking another sip, “I rather thought Lily knew me better than that.”

His tone is rather pointed and Sirius realises he’s let his mouth run. Well… to be fair, the guy is kind of a snob. What was Lily thinking anyway?

“Yeah”, he agrees through his teeth, crossing his arms and legs and sitting back in his chair to wait for his beer. Maybe he can make an excuse after one drink. He can’t be friends with someone who doesn’t have a sense of humour and if this bloke doesn’t want to be a one-night stand, then he’d much rather be home. Alone.

“Is there anything around here you’d recommend?” Remus tries, voice clipped and still sounding slightly offended, “Restaurants? More importantly, ones you don’t recommend?”

“There’s a place that does turkey curry. It’s awful.”

“What? What curry?” The tightness in Remus’ face slips momentarily and he looks genuinely bewildered. He’s actually not a bad looker when he’s not frowning. 

“Turkey. It’s as bad as it sounds. Actually it’s worse, like eating a lamb burrito, it’s just not right. Shittest fucking curry and it’s as bad going in as it is bad going ou-”

“Two Stouts.”

The waiter delivers their beers and they fade off into silence as they drink. 

Remus sips delicately, in a way that’s completely inappropriate for a beer, and says awkwardly, “Yes well, thank you for the tip. I’ll rest easy never knowing what turkey curry tastes like.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you can avoid it then I guess this date wasn’t a waste after all.”

Remus blinks, expression dropping. 

Oh. Oh fuck. Double fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom”, Remus says abruptly and stands. He stalks away quickly and leaves Sirius gnawing at his lip and furious at both himself and this infuriating man who seems to loathe him, minutes after meeting him and who Lily apparently thinks is nice. 

He’s got other shit to be getting on with, he decides. And this bloke probably shags like a limp fish anyway, an Oxford type that thinks poetry is foreplay and once a month sex is scandalously frequent.

He drains his beer and half of Remus’ for good measure, and heads to the bathroom so he can catch Remus on his way out, only to hear his own name hissed furiously. He sees Remus standing out the front of the restaurant, shoulders raised against the cold and holding the phone to his ear. He steps closer and half opens the door to tell him he’s going to head off when he hears the conversation.

“... how did you think someone like Sirius would be good for me? After the hell I’ve had in the last year? Going on a date with someone like him? He showed up thirty minutes late, dressed like he’s going to a bar playing exclusively Metallica, and insulted me immediately. I told you, I don’t mind being alone for a while, especially after the divorce. I certainly don’t want to be shown around London by a rude, arrogant berk who dresses like a teenager and doesn’t seem to have a filter between his brain and his mouth. He probably thinks the bar scene is-oh”

Remus catches sight of him out of the corner of his eye and he spins. They stare at each other for a few excruciation moments, Remus still holding the phone to his ear. 

Sirius breaks the tension with a forced laugh, “Right. I’m definitely going home.”

“Wait, shit, I’ll call you back”, Remus mutters into the phone and hangs up, stepping forward but Sirius pushes past him, temper steadily rising into a roaring bonfire within his chest.

“Sirius, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re absolutely right, I wouldn’t know the first thing about showing a bloke like you around London”, he turns and says loudly so it carries over the sounds of the cars driving by on the busy street, “You’d be more comfortable in a fucking graveyard, honestly. There’s one ten minutes that way-” he turns his back and points over to the left, calling back over his shoulder, “You’ll find someone much more your speed there, Remus.”

Blind date disastrous as expected. 

Remus fucking Lupin, a professor extraordinaire who wouldn’t be able to find his funny bone if it conked him on the fucking head, is not an exception to the blind date rule, even though he’s easy on the eyes at first glance. At second glance, he is a miserable, dried up academic whose own self-importance has completely consumed him despite dressing like his grandfather for Halloween. 

If this is what my friends think of me, I need to sort my fucking shit out. 

I should have asked him to shag before he opened his stupid fucking mouth. 

[thelampisaflashlight]

Have You Ever Eaten a Whole Bag of Sour Patch Kids

[This started as lore, and then turned into... whatever this is. I take my craft very seriously. Dew has a strange encounter.] Below the cut.

As Alice fell into Underland and thus deemed it Wonderland in her awe, so, too, did Dew tumble his way through the briars and brambles, and narrow paths of trees into the warm embrace of Hell.

He'd gone astray, a lost lamb -or perhaps a foolish wolf- gone without his shepherd; Over the guard rail that marked the divide between the road turned to gravel and the forest beyond.

Seeking shelter, sick from that first shock of falling, falling, falling down...

And the nauseous quake of too much alcohol and not enough food in his belly.

The dark night overhead, the stars hidden by clouds heavy with rain, the dull rumble of thunder getting closer.

His hands scraped up, bleeding from where he'd clutched to harsh pines and wicked thorns to stop his knees from buckling and losing himself among the brown needles strewn upon the ground.

It's never been clear to him... where and when his body gave out.

But the memory -the dream- of larger hands cradling him as a babe in arms, carrying him from the forest to the footpath, swaddled in pitch black furs of an animal unknown to him remains, persistant.

Rousing himself from a deep slumber beneath those same furs, Dew stares up at his ceiling.

Years have past since his arrival at the abbey, since his transformation into a ghoul, and his baptism into the church of Satan.

With a huff, he turns his head and eyes the clock on his nightstand.

4:30AM.

Too early to be getting out of bed on his day off, but the shifting of his body returns some sensation to other parts, and before he can reason with his bladder to go back to sleep, he's up and headed to the bathroom before he can piss himself.

His legs protest, and Dew decides he doesn't have the energy to stand up to take a leak, and plants himself firmly on his porcelain throne.

No sense in putting in more effort than is necessary, but as he's sitting there, and ever so slightly more awake, Dew reaches for one of the magazines he keeps in the bathroom.

An unsanitary practice, if you ask Aether, but Aether isn't here right now, and Dew has had enough late night regrets to not keep something worth reading in his on suite.

At the very least he isn't bringing his phone in the bathroom like SOMEBODY -Swiss- he knows.

...Flipping through a months old copy of Guitar World, he kind of wishes he'd brought his phone in here.

Dew hums and glances out at his bedroom, having not shut the bathroom door -he never does really, not unless someone else is in the room, and even then he's not exactly shy about this stuff- and feels his body go cold...

Someone's in his room.

A shadow is cast across his bed, a figure just out of sight.

He thinks, maybe, if he wasn't already in the process of doing so, he may very well have pissed himself from fear.

Startled, he gives an undignified shout and rushes to cover himself, screeching when-

"...Dew, I threw up..."

"AEON ERIK PHANTOMIME, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK-"

Aeon sniffles pathetically.

"Can I have a hug...?"

Dew looks at him aghast.

"...My pants are literally around my fucking ankles right now and you want a... How did you get in my room?? I had the door locked! And why the fuck didn't you knock... Geezus..."

Aeon does grabby hands towards him, looking utterly miserable.

"...Gimme, like, two minutes."

"...You need two minutes to pee?"

Dew throws his magazine at him.

"I need to fucking pull up my damned pants and wash my hands"

Aeon blinks at him.

"You wash your hands after you pee?"

"I'm pretending you didn't say that just now." Dew says, shooing him out of the doorway, "If you're not all gross, go lay down..."

Climbing back into bed after finishing up, Dew settles and groans as Aeon tries to cozy up to him, the lankier ghoul attempting to curl himself into a little ball against his chest.

Dew pets his back, if only because the slow, easy motion is soothing to him in its own way, "So, you think you caught some kinda weird bug, or did you just eat something strange again?"

Aeon hesitates, still attempting to worm his way, from the feel of it, into Dew's stomach.

"Have you ever eaten a whole bag of sour patch kids in one sitting..?"

"...No."

"Why did you pause?"

"Shut up and sleep, or I'm suffocating you with my body."

"...Yes, sir."

[gay-dorito-dust]

i’m literally begging you to write just anything fluffy with bully batson PLEASE

U ask and u shall receive.

‘Where are you taking me y/n?’ Billy asked, ‘you’re not going to kill me are you?’ He instinctively smiles when the choirs of heaven that was your laugh reached his ears; followed shortly by small curses of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ when you caught your foot on a rug or the top of the stairs, which only added extra few inches to Billy’s smile.

With how unintentionally happy you were making him- especially with the week he had recently- Billy could only be appreciative of you with every fibre of his being in that moment and every other moments you’ve willingly given him thus far. For all the times he spent thinking of all the bad in his life, you were there right by his side to remind him of the good. You always told him that he was the best thing to ever happen in your life and while he was adamant in accepting that as your truth; you were the greatest thing to ever happen in his life and that was a truth he was more then happy to admit.

You’ve truly dug him out from the darkest depths of his mind on his worst of worse days and Billy would forever be thankful of you every damn day he was blessed to have you, not only in his life by his arms as well.

‘I’m taking you to your final resting place Batson.’ You replied in faux seriousness before snorting, ‘fucking hell, If I was ever a villain I wouldn’t be able to take my self seriously enough, never less when the situation calls for it.’ You added, unable to keep the smile off of your face for longer then an minute. You couldn’t help it when being in Billy’s presence made you giddier then a school girl, even more so from all the fuzziness warming your insides when you were within proximity of the beautiful boy.

‘What do you mean? I’m already scared out of my wits, absolutely terrified,’ Billy played along, ‘so please don’t hurt me almighty y/n, I’ll do anything you ask of me.’ You laughed, smacking his shoulder lightly, causing him to chuckle.

‘Anything?’ You asked once the shared laughter subsided.

‘Anything.’ Billy replied in all seriousness, making the edges of your lips perk upwards, smitten.

‘Then I guess you wouldn’t mind spending the evening with me, sweets, a movie and a blanket fort that almost collapsed on me four times?’ You asked, lifting your hands from his eyes just before he could inquire you even more, allowing his eyes to adjust and focus on the aforementioned fort sitting at the base of his bed; fairy lights strung up along the outsides, allowing the linen an almost heavenly glow as it’s insides was covered in pillows whilst bowls of skittles, sour patch kids, gummy worms laid about in front of the fort as the menu to the movie of your choosing played out on the screen of the tv.

Billy looks to you, his eyes practically gleaming. ‘You did this all for me?’ He asked in an almost whisper. You shrugged, ‘with a little bit of help of course.’ You gestured to Freddy’s empty bed and everything started to price together for Billy. All those times you and Freddy were seen huddled into a corner together, barely speaking above a whisper, standing a little too close for Billy’s liking and the sudden last minute ditches. All of that lead to this, and it was all for him.

Gods you were too good for him.

‘I’d thank him but his ego is big enough already for that to be added to it.’ Billy said whilst thinking of his best friend and brother, knowing well enough that if he was to thank Freddy; he’d hold it over him for weeks on end, using it as his bragging rights. ‘But you,’ he added, gesturing to you now, ‘I’d thank you for every day for the rest of my life.’ Billy admitted, watching on with pride at the smile that blossomed across your face before grabbing your hand in his, protectively and tightly as though you’d slip through his fingers like sand.

‘Now come on, I wanna watch a movie with my favourite person.’ He says, dragging you to the blanket fort as you followed after him willingly, much like you did in every aspect of your life. ‘Only as long as you don’t end up eating all the skittles.’ You said, getting yourself comfortable whilst reaching out for the bowl of skittles. ‘That wasn’t me! That was Darla and Freddy!” Billy cried when you tucked the bowl against your chest as he tried to reach for a piece.

‘Hmm yeah sure, I believe you.’ You mused, chuckling at his pout that quickly turned into a smile when you rested yourself cozily into his side and his arm instinctively reached over your shoulders, squeezing you tight. He internally thanked Freddy for insisting on pulling that cliche move sooner or later; For he wasn’t ever going to thank him for it personally. This was something Billy would rather stay between the both of you.

[mak-be-ghouled]

Mak! What do you think each Ghoul’s favorite Halloween candy is? 💕 It’s still Halloween in my heart.

thank you🫶

mmm so many thoughts about this, my halloween was a bit anticlimactic this year so i fully support it still being halloween

list under the cut bc there’s a lot

phantom: the halloween ghoul themself! m&ms, gummy bears, and candy corn. they’re definitely a fan of any halloween themed treats/candies but i also feel like they like candy in theory but don’t actively seek it out and/or feel a bit ill after eating candy sometimes. the halloween pretzels that look like pumpkins and bats are their favorite Halloween treat tho

aurora: now aurora LOVES candy, really anything with sugar, her sweet tooth is only rivaled by aether. she’s a fun-dip girlie and loves lollipops, especially the ones with gum in the middle (also likes it when they dye her lips/tongue…what who said that)

cirrus: sour and or spicy/cinnamon are her go tos but i think she also really likes dove chocolate specifically

cumulus: also a lollipop fan, typically goes for fruity candy like starbursts, huge taffy lover but also enjoys chocolate

rain: nerds, whoppers, milkduds, tootsie rolls. idk these just make sense and dew will never not give him shit for it

dew: sour patch kids/ sour gummies in general (NOT SOUR HARD CANDY, he despises that shit) yes he gives rain shit for his candy tastes but he also actively seeks them out just for rain.

swiss: candy feind, just not quite at aurora and aether’s level. chocolate is his favorite (he’ll fuck up some reeces) but really likes everything, smarties feel especially halloween to him tho

mountain: sweet tooth some of the time. loves a good fruity candy but only if it doesn’t taste overly artificial (grape flavored anything is a crime punishable by death if you ask him) also a chocolate lover, especially reeces

aether: the candy man (idk it just feels correct) he doesn’t actually eat candy very often but loves his little treats especially around haloween. taffy is his favorite by far, but enjoys really everything. an absolute whore for candycorn, those pumpkin candy corns, and twizzlers

sunny: smarties, redhots, mike n ikes. loves a good gummy

cowbell: SMARTIES!! their all time favorite, no i do not know why, they just are ok? maybe they just wanna eat chalk so what? (me too cowbell)

zephyr: chocolate, all chocolate, especially if it has carmel

ifrit: sour candies, gummies or hard candy twix, snickers

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 3: Carbon

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 2.8k

a/n: straight up just naming chapter titles after metals frfr next

Ever since that day, it didn’t seem like those Delmark boys and their friends gave your brother any more trouble. Seemed like your message was delivered and well received. You knew nothing too much could come from them anyway. They just seemed like a bunch of spoiled brats anyway. And their ‘father’ didn’t come after you either. 

Your brother didn’t stay out of fights, however. He still showed up beaten and bruised, but not as bad as that day. It seemed your sparring matches helped him hold his own in fights better. You also knew that you couldn’t just keep fighting his battles. When he’d come home with some kind of injury you just sighed and grabbed the first aid kit. You’d patch him up as good as new. Killer as well. They both seemed to be quite the shitheads with the way they were always getting into fights. 

“Bigs!” You looked up from the book you were currently reading on human anatomy. You had taken more and more of an interest in how the human body worked. You switched to working at the local hospital and lab to help develop some medicines. You currently had been working on a salve that you wanted to test out, but your brother had been out more and more lately so you hadn’t been able to use him as your guinea pig as you often did.

“I’m in my room!” You called, rolling off your bed to meet him at your door, pausing as you heard not the usual two voices but four.

Eustass was in your door, supporting a kid that looked familiar. He seemed rather worse for wear. “Tungsten, what the fuck?”

“They’re new friends of ours, can you help them?” You looked out the door, seeing Killer supporting another one. Then it dawned on you. 

“Wait, they were the two with the shitheads a beat up like a year ago. Get them at the kitchen table, I’ll grab my tools.” Luckily, now that you had been working at the hospital, you could do more than just patch up some scratches and your stitching also improved.

The two nodded, toting the other two into the small table in the kitchen while you rummaged for your tools. You headed back into the kitchen. The two boys seemed to barely be awake. “What happened?” You asked, focusing on the task at hand.

“Well, we were supposed to meet them but we just found them like this,” Eustass said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

You thought for a moment. “I wonder if the Delmark brothers found out they were hanging around you now.”

“Huh?”

“When I went to fight, they were there. I wonder if they were errand boys for the Nathan kid.” You shook your head as you cleaned up their wounds carefully. “They scattered after I told them to. If I had to guess, Nathan found out they were hanging with you now and weren’t happy about it and jumped them.”

It was unfortunate but it’s how things like this worked. You couldn’t just leave a gang and join up with another, not that your brother necessarily had a gang right now. Not only did they leave, but they joined up with someone who had gotten their asses kicked, so just sour mood all around.

Eustass frowned and you looked at him. “It’s not your fault, so don’t blame yourself.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Mhm. Anyway, what are their names?” 

“That one is Heat and that one is Wire.”

You nodded, turning to look at Killer. “I have some leftovers in the fridge, would you mind getting them all cooked up? I’m sure they’re going to be hungry when they wake up.” He blinked, nodding before doing as you asked.

You focused on the task at hand. “Oh, tungsten, grab me the little tin on the desk in my room and bring it to me, will ya?” You didn’t look up from the stitching you were currently doing. “It’s a salve from work.” He nodded, disappearing for a moment before bringing it back.

You were quiet as you worked, listening to the idle conversations of Eustass and Killer. It was nice to have some background noise while you worked.

By the time you finished patching up the two, dinner was almost done. “What is that stuff anyway, Bigs?” you heard your brother say as you started to apply the salve. “Something I’ve been working on at work. It’s an ointment that should heal cuts and scratches way faster than usual. Only drawback is it makes you really hungry since it puts your body into hyper healing mode.

Silence came from your brother and you looked at him. He seemed to be processing. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” Probably gave up on trying to really understand it. 

“Anyway, that’s why I had Killer make dinner - I know they’re going to be hungry by the time they wake up. Which should be soon.”

The three of you sat down at the table to eat next to your new, bloodied friends. It wasn’t long before they began to stir. “Wh-” 

“Don’t move too much, you’re still healing and the salve is taking up much of your stamina, so you need to rest. However, you should eat.” 

The two looked at you and seemed to process what was going on. “Wait…aren’t you…?” You watched as their eyes widened. “Wait! You are!” one chimed. “You saved us that one day!” the other chimed. You blinked, squirming slightly.

“I don’t know if I’d say that,” you grumbled, turning your attention back to the food before you. 

They turned their attention to the other two boys. “You guys know them? That’s so cool!”

Eustass’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “They’re literally related to me. Of course I know them,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

The eyes of the two widened so much you thought their eyes would pop out of their skull. “What?!”

“I’m pretty sure it was mentioned when I beat the shit outta Nathan.” You shrugged as you finished up your food. “But you guys were terrified outta your minds by the looks of it, so I wouldn’t be surprised if ya missed it.” You chuckled softly, taking your plate and beginning to start on the dishes.

“Now, the two of you need to eat and rest so you can heal up.” You looked at the other two. “And you two, keep an eye on them and make sure they don’t strain themselves.” You dried your hands, walking over to the injured boys, checking their wounds and making some mental notes. 

Seemed that the salve you created was working like a charm.

After a moment, you thought. “Tungsten?” 

“Yeah, Bigs?”

You turned from your position at the sink. “Are you gonna kick Nathan’s ass along with his goons?” You idly dried a pot as you looked at him.

“Fuck yeah, no one messes with my crew.” 

The corner of your mouth lifted in amusement. Good, seems you taught him well. “Do you think you can take them?”

“Are you offering, Bigs?” 

“Absolutely not. This is your fight. If you’re gonna lead, you gotta take care of it yourself.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’re so good at fighting! And you enjoyed it from what I saw,” he said with a smirk and you couldn’t help but tense. You didn’t like to think about that because it went a little further than just enjoying it. You were bloodthirsty. 

“I did not.”

“Did too”

“Did not!”

Eustass just laughed and you felt your eye twitch. You could really beat the shit outta him sometimes and this time you just might. Now that you knew your salve worked, it’d be fine.

You lunged at your brother, who didn’t stop laughing, only to feel arms under your own and you were lifted on the ground, being held like some grumpy cat. “What the fuck!” You blinked, looking behind you. “Killi, what the fuck?” Your brother was still laughing and you shot him a glare. Fucker.

He sets you down and you straighten yourself out, your face turning red. “I…don’t really know. I saw you lunge and wanted to deescalate the situation.”

“So you picked me up?”

He shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it?”

You glared at him and sighed. “It worked.” You looked to the others. “Now, Heat, Wire, eat up so you can get some rest. I’ve gotta run to the lab and get some work done.” You also just needed out of the house.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” you shouted over your shoulder as you headed out.

--

Turns out the salve you had created worked better than you thought. Heat and Wire’s wounds healed within a few days as if nothing happened, barely leaving scars. The only setback was fatigue and they were famished almost constantly. Other than that, it seemed to work better than you had hoped. It was definitely going to come in handy.

Especially with how often Eustass and his friends came home with new cuts and bruises. None of them were that bad, but you tended to them nonetheless. You wished your brother wouldn’t fight, but you also knew that there was no fighting it. It was just in your blood. He fought enough for the both of you - you just happened to be better at it, though you stayed away from fighting.

You also realized that they were all growing exponentially more than you and soon enough they all seemed to tower over you. However, you didn’t lose your authority just because they all outgrew you. They all still listened to you and your presence would be enough to make them cower if you were pissed off enough.

As time passed, you noticed your brother and his friends being out for days at a time. They had probably found some kind of hideout. Since your brother was hardly home these days, you worked more at the lab and the smithy. You were always worried about him, but he always left a note whenever he stopped by the house. Give you a small peace of mind but not much. 

Today, they were all at the house. “Thanks, Bigs!” Eustass said as you finished patching him up. Of course, they had come home because they had a rather rough scuffle with some other gang. They were victorious, but they were still hurt in the process.

“I wish you wouldn’t fight,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes as he stood up. “Who’s next?” Heat sat down. “Injuries?” He lifted his shirt, revealing a cut in his side and you started to get to work. “I should really start charging you. People are gonna think I’m a hospital here pretty soon.” You snorted as you patched him up. 

“You’re good. Next.” Wire sat down, taking off his hat to show you a cut on his head. You started working on him. “What’s the point of all this, tungsten?” It felt pointless, just fighting. Over and over for nothing.

“You wouldn’t understand, Bigs. You refuse to fight with us, but we do it to gain respect. People challenge us and we accept. Display our strength as a crew,” Eustass said, putting his hands on his hips. “There are other ways to gain respect, Eus,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Other forms of strength.”

“Says the one who 1 v 4’d an entire gang.” Eustass scoffed, rolling his eyes and leaning against the table. You turned to look at him. “That was different, tungsten, and you know it.” You glared at him before turning back to look over Wire once more before waving him off, soon replaced with Killer.

“It was also years ago and we were all kids.” You rolled your eyes, turning your attention to your new patient as he presented his hands to you. His knuckles were all bloodied and bruised. Maybe you’d fashion him up some brass knuckles. You sighed, quickly getting to work by cleaning him up first.

“I bet you could do it again.” Eustass grinned at you. “Mighty mouse,” Killer commented and you gave him a deadpan expression while Eustass laughed.

“Not sure about that one.” You shook your head.

At this point, everyone was used to the two of you bickering, so they stayed quiet or made their own idle conversation while the two of you argued.

“You should join us, Bigs! We could use someone like you with us.”

“I am already on your side, I just don’t go out finding trouble. Someone has to pay the bills around here.” You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t really a dig at Eustass. You weren’t struggling in the least to pay for everything and, luckily, he knew that. 

“C’mooon. You have to be bored. All you do is work and go home every day to study.” Eustass folded his arms across his chest and you just shook your head.

“I’m perfectly fine with the life I have. You bring enough excitement when you show up bloodied and bruised and then I have to patch you up. Not boring.” 

“That’s not the fuckin’ same.” He was grumbling and pouting and you just shook your head. He plopped down in the chair next to the table. You just rolled your eyes again, focusing on your task at hand, soon enough wrapping up Killer’s hands.

“I just…” Your voice was a tad softer as you sighed. “I just hate seeing you guys hurt. It’s one thing for you to show up like this and I tend to your wounds, but it’s another thing entirely if I have to watch it happen.” You shook your head. “I can’t promise what would happen if I witnessed something like that.” You’d probably kill everyone in your path, honestly.

You ran a hand through your hair and groaned. “Every day you don’t come home, I expect someone to turn up at my fuckin’ door telling me you died in some stupid ass fight and I…” You stopped right before your voice cracked, knowing it was coming. You took a deep breath, shaking your head and pushing those thoughts away.

“We’ll be just fine, Bigs. Promise. We’re always gonna win. We’re pros at fighting now thanks to our dope ass teacher.” Eustass grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re still a shithead though…” You started getting lost in your thoughts but a squeeze of your hand brought you back quick enough. Right, you were bandaging Killer. “Sorry,” you mumbled, sniffling and finishing up. You let him go, standing up.

“Right, anyway. Who’s hungry?”

--

“There, that’s the last one.” Carefully, you set the latest weapon you had created on the rack. You had decided to make weapons for the boys since they just seemed to get into their fights more and more. They had their own weapons, but they were just random pipes and such they found. You wanted to give them proper means of defense.

You had fashioned weapons that seemed to fit each of the boys. They had no idea you were working on this and they’d been gone a few days at this point, so it made it easier to work on the surprise.

“Y/N!” You heard a panicked voice from outside your shop. You rushed outside, seeing both Heat and Wire. They looked pretty banged up, but that’s not what worried you most.

“Where are my brother and Killer?” Panic started to swell in your chest. All four of them were always together at this point. At least when they visited the house. Also, the panicked expressions of the two boys before you didn’t help either.

“W-We-” Both of them were stuttering, still freaked out from whatever happened before. You swallowed your own worry, walking over to the two and putting a hand on each of their shoulders. “Calm down and tell me what happened.”

The boys looked at each other before looking at you. “We were jumped. We took care of it, however…” Heat trailed off only for Wire to pick it back up. “The Delmark brothers showed up with their gang when we were already pretty banged up.”

Hearing that name only pissed you off and you grimaced, clenching your jaw. Were those fuckers really back? Why after all this time? Were they secretly gathering numbers? Or was it because you weren’t in the scene so they thought they could get away with this? Rage was slowly consuming you and you were ready to kick some ass.

“Take me to them, then. We can’t just leave them.”

“B-But what if you get hurt?” 

You tilted your head to the side as you grabbed your trusty baseball bat from the side of your workshop. “Why the hell else would you have come to get me if not to kick some ass? Let’s fucking go already.”

[glowyfissh]

hi guys whats up its me jamie and i have vocaloid headcannons for the yv boys cus im bored like really REALLY bored and also ive been hyperfixating on vocaloid for the longest time and yuurivoice

UMMM WARNING FOR THE LINKS lots of flashing lights and for the scary one uhhh blood and ooky spooky things like GORE and KNIVES!!!!!!!! BAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! and also plenty of disturbing topics (mainly for Okaasan, Secrets of Wysteria and The Fox’s Wedding those are freaky deaky)

Faust:

- before i start i wanna say that he definitely used to be a scene kid i can smell it i can smell the sour patch kids and monster energy off of him

- ok anyways this guy was also a HUGE vocaloid fan and im not talking about he only listened to miku songs he listened to ALLLLL of them

- back in the day if u asked him which song was his favorite he’d probably mention some scary, obscure and super old song like idk Alice of Human Sacrifice or (my favorite) Fear Garden but really his favorite song was probably either Romeo and Cinderella (ALSO MY FAVORITE) or World is Mine

- his favorite vocaloid is probably IA

- he’s probably the only one out of the boys that actually knows other vocaloids other than miku

- if you went up to him now and asked him what his favorite song was (cus i know motherfucking well he still listens to vocaloid) he’d still say some obscure shit just to sound cool and original but shhhhh its ok buddy i know your favorite song is Matoryoshka and Magnet

Alphonse:

- i know damn well he listens to vocaloid in private

- “i can’t let the bros know i fuck with this”

- he leans more towards the pop side of vocaloid like GimmexGimme and Freely Tomorrow

- he’s too scared to listen to any of the creepy vocaloid songs cus he’s a PUSSY (this is very lighthearted) he heard one kikuo song and couldn’t sleep

- his favorite vocaloid is rin

Auron:

- you know damn well he also listened to vocaloid i mean like he HAD to because of Faust

- at first he thought it was cringe and told Faust that all the time just to spite him but after a while be was like holy fuck this goes hard????

- he most definitely got too curious when Faust mentioned the scary vocaloid songs and went down a horrible HORRIBLE rabbit hole (its ok me too)

- it started out with Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance then Secrets of Wysteria and ended with Okaasan

- he ended up pretty NOT normal after that

- his favorite song would either be uhhhh Q or maybe Closer to You

- when it comes to his favorite vocaloid he’d probably tell you its miku just because but i like to think his favorite is ACTUALLY vflower because of how strong her voice is

Charlie:

- HUSH I KNOW HE HAD TO LISTEN TO VOCALOID BECAUSE OF CASPER

- hey do you know what a vocaloid is “is.. that an anime?”

- after hearing about it he got a little curious and started off with a classic Ievan Polkka because everybody knows that song

- he doesn’t really care about vocaloid that much and wouldn’t have a favorite song but shhhhhh he dabbles a little bit into it

Jack:

- i mean come ON guys he said he was a theater kid why wouldn’t he listen to vocaloid at least a LITTLE

- he probably wouldn’t be THAT into it like charlie but if you mentioned it he’d be like “oh yeah! i’ve listened to a couple songs!”

- i know DAMN WELL this man fucks with wowaka HEAVY

- “fuck man unknown mother goose is so good” TWINNNNNNN

- his favorite song would probably be Roki tho

- im still not too sure who his favorite vocaloid is but i think it’d be kaito

Finn:

- i can smell it off of him. he fucks with miku HEAVYYYYY

- also would not fuck with the scary songs if you told him to listen to uhhhh idk The Fox’s Wedding he’d cry

- he likes the much softer songs which is why kaai yuki would be his favorite because of her soft voice BUT he would really like meiko too

- his favorite songs (since he’s indecisive) would probably be Patchwork Staccato OR Deep Sea Girl

[bra1nwashed]

more ghouls with halloween candy

swiss is suuuuch a sucker person. he loves blow pops but he'll take dum dums or others too! he also really likes those caramel apple suckers. another thing he really likes is gummies?? not really any reason but he does. he also likes gum. it's an oral fixation thing yk? :b he also will eat most things that are sour. he will swallow a ring pop whole. and lemon heads too.

phantom also loves gummies. he likes the texture and most things fruity. he hates anything banana flavored tho bc it tastes gross to him and also most cherry flavored things bc it reminds him of cough syrup. he also loves caramel but he has an issue with it sticking to his mouth and teeth so it always looks like a dog trying to eat peanut butter. ;-; he's also totally the type to love getting those little bags of cheeseballs in their halloween candy. would also swallow a ring pop or lemon head whole, much like swiss.

rain is such a chocolate guy imo. he'll eat some fruity things every once and a while but 3 musketeers, snickers, hershey's, etc- much more his thing. he has this weird opinion on dark chocolate tho where depending on his mood, he'll either love it or hate it. doesn't like white chocolate tho.

dew absolutely loves sour candy and i am a strong supporter of this hc (which i've heard from so many people). he loves sour patch kids, sweetarts, warheads, crybaby candy, literally just anything sour. he also really likes gum and will steal it from the others of they won't trade him. once again, would swallow a whole ring pop or lemon head.

mountain is mallow person. not just personality wise, but he genuinely just likes marshmallows. really almost any candy with marshmallow, he'll like.he also like the same kind of candy rain does so they commonly share amongst themselves. he's not a fan of sour candy tho. he just doesn't like the flavor and also it hurts his tongue. :( he also isn't the greatest fan of peanut butter bc of the flavor, smell, and often texture. he'll eat it sometimes but he really only likes it in sandwiches or reese's, not any other candy. he doesn't like butterfingers bc of the crumby, crunchy texture.

rory loves anything strawberry flavored, especially starburst. she loves any and all types of starburst candy but strawberry is her favorite. still refuses to try a twizzler. loves hershey's and likes dark and white chocolate but she prefers milk over all. she also doesn't like butterfingers bc of the texture. not really a sour candy fan but she does like fruity stuff.

lus isn't super picky. she doesn't have a preference between chocolate and fruity flavors. she loves hershey's, snickers, crunch, 3 musketeers, really anything chocolate. her favorite starburst flavor is also strawberry but she also likes the lemon ones. a sweetarts enjoyer.

cirrus loves peanut butter stuff. reese's and butterfingers are her jackpot. she also really like twix and hershey's. she's not much of a sour fan but she'll eat some of it. she does not like smarties, they remind her of chalk. i also feel like she'd be the type to bite her suckers to fuck with people and see them cringe.

[catboyidia]

assigning candy to asgzc + plus what i think their faves would be

angeal: i want to say kitkat, i cant quite explain why but its the first candy that came to mind… maybe i’m subconsciously thinking about the kitkat slogan, which makes me think of him because damn… poor guy really needs a break… + i’m somewhere between headcanoning him as someone who unexpectedly absolutely loves candy or someone thats not actually all too fond of candy/sweets in general, but he absolutely feels like a granny candy kind of guy! like he always had THOSE strawberry hard candies on him at all times, which makes me think his favorite would be some kind of hard candy, or some kind of cheap chocolate like a hersheys bar or something, that he doesn’t like for the flavor, but because it was the primary candy he got as a kid whenever he could afford it

sephiroth: hes literally a sour patch kid… he looks so intimidating and mean but (pre insanity at least) he’s actually just an awkward sweetheart! post insanity though is like toxic waste or something (like the sour candy, thats an actual candy i swear) because it just hurts a lot and to most people is not enjoyable at all + i dont think he eats much candy, nor did he eat much of it growing up, i think he mostly only ate what he was given by others, like hard candies, because people are more likely to carry those around as opposed to like a chocolate bar or something, and i feel like it’s probably stuck with him, so by process of elimination, they would be his favorite but he isnt really opposed to any candy, he just doesn’t really eat it in general and he probably prefers other sweets, like baked things

genesis: hes fireball/any of those cinnamon “spicy” candies… they’re red… and genesis seems to really like committing acts of arson with fira materia… and they fit perfectly dont ask its hard to explain! also skittles, which i feel is self explanatory… + he likes lollipops, not because he truly loves them, but because he loves purposefully sucking on them in a provocative manner when angeal and sephiroth are around to get any kind of reaction out of them! his actual favorite would probably be like… turtles or ferrero rochers or something of that really expensive, fancy chocolate nature (do not correct me on the fancy or unfancyness of those chocolates! i’m poor, they’re fancy to me!)

zack: … pixie sticks… all the way… just a fucking tube full of sugar… + he doesn’t have a favorite because he likes literally all of it, put any candy in front of him and it will be gone in a second and he will love whatever it was that you put in front of him! the only exception is that he hates chocolate, and i think i have that in my head because of the whole puppy zack thing, but regardless he loves all other kinds of candy, and he absolutely bounces off the walls for the rest of the day, after eating every candy he can get his hands on

cloud: he feels like gummy bears, especially the mini ones… cute, small and squishy… and pretty basic like they aren’t like remarkable, just kinda there but generally liked and appreciated without any strong haters, and i don’t think i can think of a single person, in canon, that ever actually hated cloud (dont quote me on that, i could be wrong) + his favorite would probably be some kind of obscure small town local candy, which only like a few people have ever had or heard of, and he thinks no other candy can match or live up to it… otherwise, he probably likes most chocolate/candy bars in general, and hes not really picky about it, but hes also not primarily fond of most other candies that aren’t chocolate

[deusinabsentiaa]

This is a reminder to those who struggle with the idea of putting together meals (be it low energy, depression, feeling overwhelmed etc), you don't have to make a regular meal in order to eat! There are lots of pre-made/easy to make options out there that are healthy, filling, and taste good!

Bolthouse Farms pre-bottled smoothies (or any brand pre-bottled smoothie) are a great go-to to for breakfast (the strawberry parfait smoothie is a big favorite of mine)

For a snack, I love grabbing some carrot sticks and the individual ranch dip cups you can buy and the supermarket.

I'm also obsessed over the microwavable mini-potatoes that come with seasoning packets (found in the produce section). Pop that sucker in the microwave for 5 minutes and bamb you got yourself 3-4 meals of potatoes right there.

Yogurt is a great fast and easy option as well (Chobani has the really yummy flip cups that come with toppings such as cookies and cream, salted caramel, and key lime pie).

If you want more snacky food, Quaker Oats has a really yummy Salted Caramel rice cake chips (I used to think rice cakes were gross, but these are fucking fire I almost ate a full bag this morning).

Another great snack is fruit, either dried or fresh! I have a pack of raspberries in the fridge and a bag of apple chips in my snack drawer ready to go.

If you want actual meat, I buy my meat pre-cut (so I don't have to do all the work) and I just mix it up with a seasoning packet (supermarkets have tons of different seasoning packets for meat) and throw it in the air fryer.

Microwavable Minute Rice Cups!! It's a really fast and low-effort way to put together a side of rice for a meal! They come in packs of two individual microwavable cups of rice, all you gotta do is pop it in the microwave for a minute.

Getting tired or sick of drinking water? Grab some Powerade. Yes, it has sugar, but it also has electrolytes your body needs and will still keep you hydrated. I *hate* water, so Powerade/gatorade is an easy way for me to stay hydrated. I always keep a bottle in my backpack and one on my nightstand. You can also try Liquid IV, but I'm not a fan of the salty taste that goes with it. Buuuut there are Sour Patch Kid flavored ones that don't taste too bad 👀 The bottom line is, go for whatever will keep you hydrated.

I've struggled with chronic illness and low energy for years, as well as having essentially no executive function thanks to my ADHD, so cooking or putting together traditional meals has been really difficult. These are just the foods that have been easy for me and I know it won't fit everyone's criteria, but I hope it helps some folks out who are looking for some low effort and easy meals/snacks!

[ashtraysystem]

I have the term sour patch punk floating around in my head

its not a real thing, not yet, but i cant find any type of punk that makes sense for me.

i identify with punk, but i also am more on scemo side of things too. but i also like pop punk. but also pastel punk, but not quite. and cripplepunk of course too. but none of these really describe my experience with punk stuff, bc im just a sweet lil guy, but also can be sour when needed.

hence, sour patch punk! cuz sour patch kids are sour and sweet, and thats me, i think!

i guess its recognizing the fucked up in the world, the shit that needs to change, the political shit going on, etc, but also recognizing the good things too like little flowers and love for each other and humanity working together to help each other, that kinda stuff.

i know thats just Basic Punk Shit but like, punk feels a lot darker to me than what i relate to. im colorful, bright, but could stab you if you fucked with me, ya know?

im cute, im sexy, im scary! theres different facets of me, and those facets are worthy of recognition and representation.

[disastardly]

Movie asks: 28, 35, 39

28. have you ever been to a midnight showing?

A few! Mainly midnight movie 'classics' like RHPS and The Room, but I went to midnight movie premieres back in high school/college when those were more of a thing. Star Wars and Indiana Jones would be the big ones, but I also did a midnight of LotR with my family on NYE one year when I was younger, which was incredible for like a 13-year-old.

35. favorite movie snack? (if any)

Popcorn is the easiest baseline. I fucking love movie theater popcorn, and a couple of our local theaters have free refills... If candy's in the mix, Sour Patch Kids are m go-to. I love Junior Mints but they do NOT blend well with most other theater drinks/snacks.

39. in your opinion what is the most underrated movie?

I don't think this is as controversial of an opinion as it used to be, but Showgirls. Paul Verhoeven made so many movies that are over-the-top and frequently taking the piss, but if it doesn't have crazy action, suddenly we take the whole thing at face value? It's got a female protagonist and now it's too unbelievable and campy? Miss me with that. It's the same tongue-in-cheek heightening of the genre as his other flicks and didn't deserve the hate it got. (Or still gets.)

(more asks!)