#airi cho

[chasecarver]

old-ish?? doodle

[stareirei]

i want them to be together so bad😭😭

[dilfcho]

miscommunication

alien!choso x reader wc: 644 warnings: cho watches porn without realizing/knowing it's porn, masturbation, voyeurism?, MDNI! part one to when in need!

alien!choso who is so eager to please, sneaking into your room to watch the movies you have opened on your (technologically behind) laptop to learn how to communicate with you. what better way to learn than directly from your favorites!

alien!choso who discovers that humans have a really weird way of speaking. he watches the people on the screen, who are wearing a lot less clothing than you usually do, huff and whisper to each other as they lay oddly close on a bed. he thought you said that people on your planet wear garments to cover their body, so why is this movie saying otherwise? they’re making a sound he’s never heard before. it sounds strained and airy, but seems to be out of pleasure.

alien!choso who notices that his face is starting to feel a bit warm. was it this hot in the room when he came in? he pauses the movie and slips off the sweatshirt you gave him. he almost feels better. he would feel better if his pants didn’t feel so tight. he dips his hands below the waistbands of his sweats (also lent by you) to readjust. he shivers when his fingers wrap around himself, and his hand lingers in his pants a little longer than needed.

alien!choso who sucks in a quick breath, similar to the one of the man in the video. he reaches over to resume the video with his free hand and begins to mirror the movements of the womans hand over the mans body. slipping his waistband lower, his leaking tip slaps against his belly and it sends shivers down his spine. he glances over at the screen and attempts to mirror her actions.

alien!choso who traces the thick veins of his cock in the same way the woman traces her partners. he hisses and tightens his grip as he rubs his length, eyes screwed shut before he’s met with an image of you. his chest rises up and down as your name begins to quietly slip off his tongue. the image in his mind morphs into your hand below his waist instead of his, and a warm feeling builds in his lower belly.

alien!choso who is so caught up in his language lesson that he doesn’t hear your keys jingling at the door as you push it open and step inside your home. you slip your shoes off and look around to see that the alien you’d somehow found yourself responsible for was not on the couch or kitchen, where he’d been spending most of his time. “choso! did you see the dinner i made for you on the counter?” you called out, but received no reply.

alien!choso who was still not aware of your return, continued to whimper and whine your name into the emptiness of your bedroom as he brought himself closer. to what, he wasn’t sure, but he needed to keep going. he chased the feeling, leaning into your imaginary touch. the quiet whispering of your name became full moans, though they didn’t fall on deaf ears.

alien!choso whose hips chased his own fist, stomach clenching as his cum spurted onto his stomach and thighs, slowly dripping down onto the covers he laid on. he was still catching his breath before he realized his eyes were still closed. instead of being met with the empty room he was just in, he spotted your figure in the doorway. you stood with your mouth agape, and fingers bent like you were holding your bag, but it fell forgotten by your feet. when his eyes met yours, he mumbled your name desperately.

alien!choso who needed you to help him. to explain to him what he just did, and why he was hardening in his hand again.

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mlist

[madaqueue]

Pretty Girl (fem!Choso)

pairing: fem!choso kamo x f!reader

themes/content: choso gets turned into a girl for a day, established relationship, use of he/him and she/her for choso. language, smut. pet names (baby), light nipple play (f!choso receiving), fingering (f!choso receiving), oral (f!choso receiving). 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.4k

a/n: heavily inspired by this post of fem!gojo which has been living in my mind since the day i read it! wrote this instead of the last chapter of the series please forgive me :)

Standing in the kitchen, your hands are damp from the sink water as you wash dishes, awaiting your boyfriend’s return. Glancing over at the oven clock, he should be home any minute; he’d been away on a mission for the past few days and you wanted your shared apartment to be tidy for him, with fresh roses sitting on the counter and his favorite cookies cooling on the stove.

The lock jiggles behind you and you hear the door swing open.

“Welcome home, Cho-” you start before the words stall. Turning around, your eyes immediately went to the height you expected to meet your boyfriend at, yet he wasn’t there. As your gaze travels down, it lands on someone who is definitively not him.

In front of you stands a girl, around Choso’s age, with the same tied up black hair, tattoo running across the bridge of her nose, in the same clothes he left in. She looked…almost exactly like him?

“Choso?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

An abashed grin forms on her face, one hand raising slightly in an awkward wave. “Hi, baby,” she says.

Her voice is light and airy, something inherently polite to it. Her cadence is an exact match of your boyfriend’s, using the pet name he knows you love when he calls you, it feels all too familiar. Your eyes continue to run over her, noting that even the way she carries herself is the same with her shoulders slightly slumped, head lazily hanging to the side.

It couldn’t be, right?

As your mouth opens slightly in bewilderment, she moves towards you, sliding her too-big shoes into the same spot in front of the entryway closet Choso always uses. When she’s finally an arm’s length away from you, you suddenly recognize the scent hanging on her: Choso’s cologne, the woody musk that smells like coming home.

“What…what happened?” you stammer out.

She laughs nervously. “Um, you know that curse I was sent to fight?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Well…it kind of did…this,” she gestures her hands down her body.

“So, you’re a girl?”

“Seems like it” she shrugs. “Shoko is working on a way to fix it, and Gojo said she should be ready by tomorrow, but until then I guess I’m stuck in this body.”

You step forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re home,” you smile.

Something about this sweet, feminine version of your boyfriend gives you butterflies. While you love his strength, his body, his masculinity, he suddenly feels so small, so soft, in your arms.

As she leans into you, Choso winces.

“You okay?” you ask, concern in your voice as you pull away.

“Yeah, just um…” he’s quick to explain, a blush forming across his cheeks, ���sensitive.”

Cocking your head to the side, you try to understand the sentence. Your eyes roam her body until they land on the likely suspect: her tits. They jut slightly into the fabric of her purple robes, and you can make out the outline of her firm nipples through it.

“You poor thing,” you coo, reaching your hands out to her chest. You palm her breasts, pillowy in your hands as your thumbs trace her nipples. “Sensitive here?”

Her eyebrows crease in pleasure as her teeth bite down on her lower lip, attempting to stifle a moan. “Mhm,” she manages to choke out.

You watch her hands move down her front, landing on her lower abdomen as she paws over her clothes in discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, worry lacing your voice as your fingers slow their paths over her chest.

“Feels weird…” she mumbles, beginning to massage herself with her fingertips.

Understanding clicks in your mind as you recall the familiar physical sensation. “Aw, Cho,” you purr, one hand tracing down her stomach before landing on her inner thigh, working slowly up between her legs, “are you turned on?”

“N-no,” she stammers, cheeks flushing.

Your fingers slip into his underwear, the now-loose boxers Choso had packed for his trip, and glide one finger up his slick folds.

She shudders at the sensation, arms reaching out to latch onto your shoulders for stability as her eyes slam shut.

“You’re so wet,” you mutter in awe, almost to yourself, as you continue tracing up her cunt.

A soft whine escapes her lips, and you think it has to be the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. Choso’s sounds were always music to your ears, hearing how his deep voice strained through pleasure, but this was something else. Her voice came out light, sweet and smooth like honey.

It was a sound you needed to hear again.

A devious smile appears on your lips as you pull your hand away, eliciting another whine from her at the sudden lack of stimulation.

“Do you want me to help you feel better?” you ask, placing a hand under her chin and tilting her head up so she’s looking at you.

Those sweet puppy dog eyes meet yours as she looks up at you through long eyelashes, an innocent desperation on her face. “Yes, please,” she nods.

“Of course, baby,” you smile, excitement building inside you as you grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

Your hands make their way to her skin, parting the robes over her abdomen as you guide her clothes off. Simultaneously her hands go to you, the softness of her fingertips tingling your skin as she helps you undress.

Finally bare in front of you, your eyes roam her body. Her perfectly-sized tits perk against her chest, her smaller frame with soft edges lining every curve, everything about her is absolutely flawless. A smile forms on your face at the sight, gently leaning forward to place your lips against hers as you take her hand.

Seating yourself on the bed, your back against the headboard and your legs out in front of you, you pull him into your lap, straddling your waist.

“You look so pretty,” you muse as you look up at her, the gentle curve of her jawline, her black bangs loosely covering her softened eyes.

He blushes above you, ears reddening at your kind words as your hands make their way to his waist.

“Okay,” you breathe to yourself, heart beating in anticipation. Reaching out a hand hesitantly, you gather the slick that’s pooled at her entrance and slide it along her. Your thumb finds her clit, brushing circles against the sensitive bud.

As soon as you do she throws her head forward, resting against your shoulder as her eyes close in pleasure.

“That feel good?” you ask through a breathy chuckle.

You feel her nod shakily against your body as you continue your motion.

Moving your fingers down you hover over her entrance, feeling her clench around nothing as the heat in her core builds.

“Please,” she whimpers against your skin, hips rutting down, desperate to feel you inside her.

Normally you’d tease him, make him beg for your touch until he’s on the brink of tears before giving into his desires, but right now both of you need this more than you care to admit.

Slowly sliding one finger into her, she lets out an airy moan, her cunt tight around you.

“Fuck, s’like your suckin’ me in,” you observe quietly, words you had heard Choso murmur into your ear before as he would slide his cock into you. Something about feeling how badly she wants you, hell, needs you, has that familiar heat pooling in your stomach.

Your fingers curl up into her, searching for the same spot that makes you see stars. When she lets out a choked “Fuck,” you know you’ve found it, pounding into her gummy walls with your fingertips. His hips begin moving above you, grinding imprecisely against your hand.

“You want more, baby?”

“Mhm,” she strains as she buries her head into the crook of your neck.

Complying, you slide another finger into her, making her legs shudder at the added thickness.

Finding a rhythm as she rides your fingers, your eyes are drawn upward to her tits, bouncing lightly in front of you. You part your lips, sticking your tongue out to circle around her nipple before placing it into your mouth.

He lets out a choked cry, and you feel his pussy begin clenching around your fingers.

“I - ah,” she whines, “feels weird again.”

You separate from her chest for a moment to comfort her. “It’s okay, just relax, let yourself cum for me,” you hum before latching your lips back onto her hardened bud.

She melts at your words, losing herself in the pleasure of your touch as she comes undone.

Letting out a moan, his body begins to shake as his cunt flutters around your fingers. She curls herself forward into your body, grabbing onto any part of you she can find as she digs into your skin, your warmth the only thing tethering her to reality as her vision goes black.

Your fingers slow as you coax her through her orgasm, holding her tightly against you. His breathing is ragged as he shifts to look you in the eyes, gaze full of awe. Her soft pink lips are parted as she pants, pupils blown wide in lust.

Pulling your fingers out of her cunt, you lift them to your mouth, placing them inside to lick her essence off them. As your tongue moves over your digits, a moan rumbles in your throat at her taste.

“God, you taste so sweet,” you whisper, a desire for more building in you.

If his mind wasn’t so clouded with the pure ecstasy you just brought him he would be more embarrassed, but all he can do now is give you a sweet, fucked-out grin. She leans down, lips messily landing against yours as she kisses you. Her tongue enters your mouth, the taste of her lingering on yours as they imprecisely meld.

Everything about her is impossibly soft, even the way she sloppily kisses you, her delicate hands moving to hold your jaw as her thumbs trace your cheeks. When she pulls away, a thin trail of saliva connects your lips as her gaze focuses on you.

Unsure of how to ask for what you deeply want, you mumble, “Choso?”

“Mhm?” he hums, still struggling to process his words.

“Could you…” you trail off, “could you sit on my face?”

Without a second of hesitation, she answers. “Okay,” she breathes, her glassy eyes lazily roaming your face.

At this moment, he doesn’t fucking care what you want to do - he’ll do anything if he gets to feel how he just felt; you can use him in any way your sweet mind can come up with if it means he gets to cum like that again. Right now, he is yours.

Trying to hide your surprise at her agreement, you nod, shifting down in the bed so you’re laying on your back, granting her enough space above your head. She settles in on top of you, gripping onto the top of the headboard as your hands make their way to her hips hovering just beyond your face.

Pulling him down, he slowly lowers himself onto your tongue, his taste making you shudder in excitement as you lick up him.

“Fuck,” she sighs out, biting down on her hand to silence her cries.

You shake your head into her core in disapproval. “Wanna hear you,” you mutter, breath hot against her.

She adjusts quickly, allowing her mouth to hang open as your tongue resumes its motion. You roughly circle his clit, gently sucking on it as he whimpers above you.

Choso was always vocal, but there is something so angelic about the sounds he’s making as he writhes above you, the shocked gasps and moans leaving his lips nearly enough to make you finish without even feeling his touch.

As you continue working her with your mouth, she begins bucking her hips irregularly, desperate for more. You bring a thumb down to her clit again, pressing rough circles into the sensitive bundle. All of your motions are ones you learned from Choso, and your chest warms knowing they affect him the same way they do you.

“So - a-ah - so good,” he whimpers, hips beginning to stutter as he approaches his release.

His entire body feels light as you moan into his wetness, your grip on his skin tightening to prevent him from floating away into bliss.

Another whine leaves her lips, sensing white hot flames prick at her stomach, the familiar sensation spreading through her body. “I-I’m gonna-”

Before she can get out the rest of her words, her entire body is racked in shivers as she loses herself on your tongue. Her juices flow down your chin as you desperately try to lap up every ounce, low groans vibrating against her cunt. Your name tumbles out of her lips between her cries of pleasure, her voice light through uneven breaths.

As she comes down from her high, her legs finally give out and she falls next to you in bed, completely spent. Your eyes meet her half-lidded ones, unfocused; her mouth hangs open, drool threatening to pool in the corner as she stares lovingly up at you.

Reaching a hand out, you stroke her arm, Choso shuddering at the touch. Her hair is now a complete mess, buns almost entirely undone as pieces fall around her head into the pillow, forming a small halo around her.

“Well?” you hum, leaning up to press a kiss to her flushed cheeks. “Do you feel better?”

A lazy grin tugs at one corner of his mouth as he nods, body numb in ecstasy.

“Good,” you smile, “I’m glad I could help.”

He cuddles up to you, eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzles his head into your neck.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “thanks for lovin’ me no matter what I look like.”

You reach a hand around to the back of her head, gently taking out the buns and running your hands through her hair, slowly carding her black locks through your fingers and you swear you could hear her practically purr against your skin.

“Baby, I’ll always love you,” you wrap your leg around his waist to pull him closer. “You’ll always be my Choso.”

You fall asleep holding him, knowing you will love him, every version of him, forever.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Yay, requests open! Thank you so much! 😃 What would you think about the reader waking up in the Avengers medical wing after protecting Pietro from Ultron, and Pietro is right there beside her? He not only thanks her for saving his life but he apologizes for misjudging her like he did with the Avengers. She forgives him and it’s basically the start of a new friendship/relationship between them. (Do you think the reader should be Tony’s daughter or not? 🤔 Whatever you think works best)

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hii!! love love love it!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

ONE FOR THE TEAM.

pietro maximoff x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 462

Your eyes flutter open - slowly taking everything in around you.

"Oh, thank god," a person next to you sighs. "You're awake," he sounds relieved, tone light and airy as he reaches for the call button on the control.

You had no idea how you got here - what had happened for you to end up in the medical wing at the compound. All you can remember are glimpses, little flashes of Sokivia. Nothing big, just small memories of travelling there, fighting some of Ultron's bots - then it all turns hazy. 

You look down to see all the cables and wires attached to you, distress evident on your face.

"No, keep them in," the same voice speaks, stopping you from removing them. "It's okay. Someone is coming," the voice was new to you. It was Pietro. 

Your eyes close at the thought of him, and more memories start to roll back - he was one of the last things you saw.

"Where is everyone? Do they know you're here?" you ask, confused. 

"Yes. Me and my sister came back with you. They're in the other room," he softly smiles, hand resting beside yours on the bed. "I'm so sorry. You're hurt, and it's all my fault."

"That's—”

Helen Cho walks into the room, putting a hold on your conversation. Her clipboard in hand, ready to run some final tests - making sure you're okay. Pietro stayed in the room with you while it happened, sitting in the armchair beside you, elbows resting on his knees, chin placed in his fists - legs bobbing anxiously. He looked guilty, as if something was weighing heavy on him.

Once it was just the two of you again, you turn to look at him. "You okay?"

"I should be asking you that," he weakly chuckles. "I uh— I want to thank you... for what you did. You saved me. You saved a lot of us."

You smile softly at him, adjusting the blanket - pulling it higher. 

He could see you were struggling. So he stands from his chair and walks to the edge of the bed - helping you with the blanket and tucking you in comfortably. "I had all of you wrong. I had you all wrong."

"It was a misunderstanding. It happens," you shrug, smiling faintly up at Pietro from above. "You were doing what you thought was right. They were doing what they thought was right," you nod to the door, gesturing to the rest of the team.

His lips form a straight line as he steps back. "You should get some rest. Do you want me to get someone else to watch you?"

"You can... can you? Can you stay?" 

He settles back into the armchair, getting comfortable. "Of course."

[romione-trope-fest]

3am

Fic Title: 3am

Author Name: Be11atrixthestrange

Selected Trope: OOTP Missing Moment

Brief Summary: Harry has some thoughts about his two besties in the common room late at night. 

Word Count: 1172

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: Nah

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3am

At three in the morning, Gryffindor common room was dark and quiet, save for the bright crackling flames of the fireplace. Harry sat in an armchair across from Ron and Hermione, who were sharing the sofa, a single blanket draped over their laps. 

Harry resisted the urge to close his eyes, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from falling asleep completely, and his History of Magic essay was due tomorrow. He glared at the illegible ink smears on his parchment. Hermione had agreed to look it over, but it was nowhere near finished, and she was still working on editing Ron’s. Between Occlumency lessons, Quidditch, and the stress of the magical world crumbling on top of his shoulders, a History of Magic essay seemed pointless and trivial, and there had been no time in his week to complete it. He narrowed his eyes at Ron’s essay in Hermione’s lap, and felt a twinge of annoyance in the back of his throat. Harry had legitimate excuses to procrastinate, but Ron could have finished that essay days ago. And of course Hermione was helping him before Harry. 

His best friends thought he was the most oblivious bloke in the entire castle, but he wasn’t. He noticed the change in them this year; he would have been blind not to. He didn’t particularly love it, but it was what it was. 

“Ron, this is looking really good,” said Hermione. “But I think you can expand the section connecting the goblin revolution of 1612 and the wand ban of 1638–“

“Hermione, it’s three in the morning,” groaned Ron. “I don’t want to expand anything.”

Hermione’s cheeks glowed pink and she rolled her eyes, but her tone was playful. “Then why did you give it to me to look over if you didn’t want feedback?”

“I just want your approval.”

“Well then, expand that section and I’ll give you my approval.” 

“Why can’t I just be good enough for you?” sighed Ron, his voice airy and dramatic.

Hermione lifted a hand and shoved his shoulder in jest, and Ron made an act of clutching his arm and cowering away. 

Harry cleared his throat as if to remind them he was still there. 

“Harry, how is your essay coming along?” asked Hermione a tad too quickly. “Are you ready for me to look it over?”

Harry cocked his head at the parchment on his lap. It was half the length necessary and so far didn’t include anything about goblin revolutions or wand bans. And honestly, he wouldn’t have thought to connect those two events either. 

“It’s coming along,” he lied.

Hermione nodded and turned back to Ron’s essay. 

Harry stole a glance at Ron, whose eyes were intent on Hermione beside him, watching as she scribbled notes in the margins. Harry hated it when she did that, because he could never read the notes anyway and it took ten times as long for him to edit them out. Ron used to hate that too, but he didn’t seem to mind anymore. He watched her with a lopsided grin that made him look like a complete idiot. His ears were bright red and his eyes almost glazed over. When Harry tracked Ron’s gaze, he realized he wasn’t even looking at the parchment in Hermione’s lap, but her hair. 

Harry’s stomach seemed to tie itself into knots. He could clearly remember that dazed feeling he got when he would spot Cho across the Great Hall and lose himself in a daydream, imagining talking to her, looking into her eyes, kissing her… did those intimate thoughts display as clearly on his face as they did on Ron’s? Or did he also look like a complete wanker?

If his utter failure at Occlumency lessons was any indication, then Harry was just as awful at hiding his innermost desires as his best friend, and the entire school knew how desperate he was to run his fingers through Cho Chang’s silky raven-colored hair.

As if reading his mind, Ron lifted a hand and brushed Hermione’s hair to the side. 

It was an unexpectedly bold move. Harry raised an eyebrow and awaited Hermione’s reaction, which would surely be more interesting than his History of Magic essay.

Hermione side-eyed Ron and looked just as confused as Harry. “What was that for?”

“You had something in your hair.”

No she fucking didn’t, thought Harry to himself.

“Oh. Thanks,” said Hermione. She grinned at him and a rosy color darkened her cheeks. “And here’s your essay. I left a few more notes for you.”

Ron took back his parchment and took a quick glance at her notes “Thank you, Hermione. Dunno what I’d do without you.”

Harry rolled his eyes. 

Hermione turned to Harry. “Ready?”

“No.”

She groaned. “Harry, I can’t stay up any later. Let me check it at breakfast tomorrow.”

“Fine.”

With that, Hermione removed the blanket and rose to her feet. “Okay, I’m going to bed.” 

“Night, Hermione,” said Ron.

“Night,” echoed Harry. 

She turned and made her way back toward the girls’ dormitory. Harry watched as Ron’s eyes followed her the entire way, the tips of his ears still burning red.

When she disappeared back up the stairs, Ron turned to find Harry still scowling at him. 

“What?” His tone was defensive, but the color spreading from his ears to his cheeks suggested he knew exactly what.

“You had something in your hair,” mocked Harry in a high pitched tone. 

“Well she did—“

“Sure, mate.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about.”

Harry laughed. “Yes you do.”

Ron shoved the remaining edge of the blanket off of his lap. “I’m also gonna go to bed,” he spluttered. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He rose to his feet and began scooping his things back into his bag. 

Harry didn’t miss the crack of a smile when Ron turned away from him, which all but confirmed his suspicions. 

“Okay then. Sweet dreams,” said Harry. “Not too sweet.”

“Shut up,” said a flustered Ron as he turned toward the dormitory. “And good luck finishing that essay.”

“Thanks,” said Harry, though Ron had just disappeared and probably couldn’t hear him. 

Harry turned back to his essay and squinted at the senseless scribbles of ink, but his thoughts were occupied by his two best friends. He’d been preparing for this shift since the Yule Ball fiasco the previous year. Maybe he’d prefer it if the pair just remained friends. It would be easier. He’d feel less like a third wheel and they’d avoid the risk of a falling out down the line. 

But there was something about the way Ron smiled at her and how she blushed when she caught him looking… 

They looked like total idiots, but they were happy. Isn’t that what mattered most?

Harry shook his head as if to dislodge the thought. Goblin Revolution. Focus on that. 

And Quidditch. Occlumency. Saving the magical world. Not dying. 

Honestly, he had bigger issues to worry about. And they’d figure it all out. Probably. 

[idleyuri]

“Look like someone.” c.my x f!reader

No warnings, just fluff :> Cho miyeon is an animal crossing player bc i said so (its true, i’m her switch)

You let out a small yawn, your fingers gently playing with your girlfriend’s hair as she laid her head on your chest, eyes fixated on her switch as she continued to catch bugs in Animal crossing. Miyeon seemed to have noticed your fatigued state, lowered her switch to look at you with those soft loving eyes of hers, “Tired?” She asked, your lips curved up into a soft smile as you nodded. “A bit,”

With that, she exited the game and turned off her switch, placing it on its charging stand on your bedside table. “You didn’t have to do that, I don’t mind staying up a bit later,” she shook her head before lying back down on your chest. “No, you do mind, you just love me too much to say it,” she whispered, “Plus, collecting bugs for Tom nook got boring.”

You let out a small chuckle, your finger lightly brushing against her cheek. “Yes well, working for a scammer can only stay being fun for so long,” you whispered back. Miyeon shook her head in agreement before getting under the sheets beside you, the lamp’s dim light kissing at her skin as she continued to look at you. “What?” You said after a few moments of comfortable silence. “You look like someone,” She mumbled, causing you to tilt your head. “And who might that be?”

Her lips curved into a small grin as she leaned in and placed a small kiss against your lips. “Like the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen,” she mumbled. You paused for a moment before smiling. “Flattery,” kiss “will get you,” kiss “everywhere.” Miyeon let out a soft airy chuckle that you adored before nuzzling into you. “I love you,” “I love you more.”

[queersrus]

Candy theme

[candy theme]

for @seraphim-coinz 's event, prompt one !

partnered with our other blogs @dollilian, @objectumluv, @systiveboxes, @skelatomy

(nick) names:

aero, almond, altoid, astro, ayd, airhead bonbon, bonnie, butter, burst, bar, bounty, boyer, bubble, bear, bubba

candi/candie/candy, candice/candace, candiette, cotton, caramel, caramilk, crisp, cadbury, creme, cane, corn, charlston, chew, charlie, chik, chip, choco, chocolate, chuckle, chupa, chup, clark, crunch, crunchy/crunchie

dot, drop, dove, double, dum, dunkaroo five, fazer, ferrera, ferrero, flake, fruitella, fudge, fruit gummy, gusher, galaxy, gob

henry, hershy/hershey, heath, haribo, hi-chew, hubba ike, ice jelly, jello, jellybean, jolly, joy, juice, juicy, juju, jujube

kit, kat, kitkat, kiss, kinder, knopper, krackel lolly/lollie, lollypop/lollipop, lemon, laffy, licorice/liquorice, lindor, lemonhead

mint, minty, mike, milky, mallo/mallow, marsh, marshmallow, maltese, malteser, mamba, mars, mento, milk, milka, milton, moonpie, mound

necco, nerd, nestle orbit, oreo

pixy/pixie, patch, pop, parma, payday, pb, peanut, peep, pez, pocky, peppermnt

reese/rease, ruth, ranch, rancher, rocher, rock, rolo, runt skittle, smartie/smarty, sour, snicker, star, starburst, sixlet, skor, spree, sweetart, sweetheart, symphony

tootsie, taffy, toffee, turk, twizzler, twix, trident, tape, tempo, tic, tac, toblerone, topic, treet/treat, trolli, tupla, twinky/twinkie, twirl violet

way, wunder/wonder, wafer, warhead, whopper, wine, wispa, wonka york zaotang, zero

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ai/ae/aery/aeroine(aerine)/aeroself ai/aire/airy/airheadine/airheadself bi/bone/bonbony/bonbonine/bonbonself ci/cande/candy/candine/candyself ci/care/caramy/caramine/caramelself(caramilkself) chi/choce/chocy/chocolatine/chocolateself gi/gume/gummy/gummine/gummyself(gumself) ji/jelle/jelly/jelline/jelloself pi/pocke/pocky/pockine/pockyself ri/ree/reesy/reesine/reeseself ski/skitte/skittly/skittline/skittleself ski/skore/skory/skorine/skorself ti/tootse/tootsy/tootsine/tootsieself ti/taffe/taffy/taffine/taffyself wi/wonke/wonky/wonkine/wonkaself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

ao/aer/aers/aerself aio/air/airheaders/airheaderself bo/bonbonr/bonbonrs/bonbonrself co/cander/candiers/canderself co/carameler/caramelers/caramelerself cho/chocor/chocors/chocorself go/gummer/gummers/gummerself jo/jellor/jellors/jellorself po/pocker/pockers/pockerself ro/reeser/reesers/reeserself sko/skittler/skittlers/skittlerself sko/skor/skors/skorself to/tootser/tootsiers/tootserself to/taffer/taffers/tafferself wo/wonker/wonkers/wonkerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ae/aero, aer/ro, ae/ro, aer/aero, aero/aeros, aero/bar, air/head, airhead/airheads bo/bon, bon/bon, bonbon/bonbons can/dy, can/candy, candy/candys, candy/bar, cara/mel, car/caramel, caramel/caramels, cara/milk, caramilk/caramilks, cho/colate, choco/lat, cho/colat, choc/ olat, choco/chocolat, chocolat/chocolats gum/my, gum/gummy, gummy/gummys jel/jello, jel/lo, jello/jellos po/pocky, po/cky, poc/ky, pock/y, pock/pocky, pocky/pockys re/eses, ree/ses, ree/se, ree/reese, reese/reeses, reeses/pieces ski/skittle, skit/skittle, skittle/skittles, skit/tle, sko/skor, sko/or, skor/skors to/toots, too/tsie, too/tootsie, tootsie/tootsies, ta/taffy, taff/y, taf/fy, taf/taffy, taffy/taffys wo/wonka, wonk/a, won/ka, wonka/wonkas, wonka/bar

titles:

the candy seller, the candy maker, the candy hoarder, the candy man/woman/being, the candy lover, the ruler of candyland

*one who collects vintage candies, one who shares candy, one who owns many candies, one who is making many candies, one who holds candy knowledge

candy maker

*one can be replaced by any prn

[silvkatt]

ALMOST EVERY SINGLE SKY OC I HAVE WITH A DESIGN I HAVE BUT POORLY DOODLED

Ft. Resh and Alef, they’re there too

Four years worth of sky ocs… And yet I barely post about them here.

List of all sky ocs (very messy clockwise, goodluck guessing them all 😭):

Aeri, Vulpi, Wulvyn, Astreos, Asteris, Resh and Alef (my interpretation), Kesed, Malruth, Netzak, Kinah, Gevrah, Ketera, Cho, Auriga, Sephoth, Nix, Canopus, Daath, Folius, Ace, Luci, Fen, Usagi, Aethel, Cephus, Thanatos, Caelus, Vandr, Gold, Avo, Chameel, Shade, Drak, Vixxie, Coraz, Flavius, Hydran, Quilla, Cerebus, Cajor, Cino, Capri, Sagrita, Ceros, Persus, Airis, Brook, Felis

also Kades and Ventus couldnt make the cut I couldnt jam them all here sadly 😭😭😭

Also my megabird design is there just because and also they need to pay child support to all these sky ocs

Feel free to ask about any of them, asks are open 👍

[goldenharmony]

Gosh sorry to send sudden asks but I find interesting the fact you're waiting to buy the art book just today I got my Mem-cho and Kana figures! I am intrigued about the 4 chapters only left... I wonder if AquKana can be canon I really hope so, twitter is being kind of a doom feelings well... Fingers crossed I already got the figures I would love to buy the artbook too but depends on the ending, just like you said I really related to this

Oooh which figures did you get?

4 chapters being left does make me feel a bit anxious about Aqua's fate, especially after that cliffhanger. But the final arc is called "Towards the Stars and Dreams". His date with Kana in Ch 151 has a major focus about dreams, and dreams are fixated once again in Ch 161. Both conversations bring up Aqua's dream of being a surgeon, and the mutual desire for both Aqua and Kana to pursue a relationship with one another.

While I had my issues with the last quarter, OnK Twitter has been too doomposting for me. The last straw was people insisting that Ruby was just like Airi...

I've only spent money on 2 AquaKana keychains when it comes to OnK merch, so at least it won't be a huge waste of money if somehow the last 4 chapters somehow make me regret those purchases LOL. But I always wanted to buy some real anime merch, and buying the artbook seemed perfect for it.

[chasecarver]

a valentines day chu...

[stareirei]

[galatially]

❝𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈: truthfully

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 x 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — and if i could say anything, i would say that it will always be you; it's hard being in love with your coworkers

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 560

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — strong language, pining, general fluff

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this was, at one point, just gonna be one part but it's far too much story for just one part lol

Steve Rogers was a menace — and he didn’t even know it. 

When you’d met the First Avenger, as expected, you’d been taken aback at just how…bright he was. Everything about him was bright and warm and nestled between your ribcage like a kitten cuddled into its mother. He was always sweet and polite, never without a smile on his face when you spoke, completely different from the kind of men you’d come across in your lifetime. 

And damn you for being so aware of him. Whether he came into the med bay or popped his head into you and Dr. Helen Cho’s shared office, your senses heightened. You noticed the lilt of his words or the one stray hair that was always hanging between his brows in a boy-next-door kind of way. Only people that didn’t realize their effects on others spoke like that, unfazed. 

You’d intellectualized your feelings as normal chemical reactions in the brain: the muscle simply going through the machinations of being around someone attractive. Dopamine, norepinephrine cortisol, and the serotinergic system working in tandem. Simple explanations for simple reactions. 

You’re a woman of science, after all. 

“Bitch, just fuck him and move on,” your best friend, Serena, said, her eye roll coloring her tone.

You cradled your cell phone between your cheek and your ear as your grabbed a bottle of wine from your fridge. “I like my job, Rena.” 

“And what does that have to do with letting that fine specimen of man break your back into next year?”

An airy laugh left your chest. “He doesn’t see me in that way and I’m not some lovesick teenager.”

“Nat says that he asks about you all the time.”

“Your girlfriend also took six months to ask you out,” you countered. You worked the cork out of the mouth of the bottle and poured a hefty glass. 

Serena let out a dreamy sigh. “I know, right? She’s so precious.”

“I’m telling her you said that.”

“And I’m telling you that you need to make your move and ride that — ”

“Good night, Serena,” you said, disconnecting the call. You took a sip of wine, mulling over your best friend’s words. As embarrassing as it was to admit, your crush on Steve — obvious or not — could never be. You both worked together and he was…well, him. If the two of you were to break up, it’d be the only thing people talked about. No longer would you be a decorated private physician, you’d be the woman that got dumped by Captain America. 

Your phone buzzed again; a text from the golden man in question. 

I hope you had a good day today :)

One day, when you were bold enough, you’d get Natasha Romanoff right in the jaw for giving Steve your number. He’d only recently started messaging you and every notification made your stomach flip in a way that you could only describe as violent. 

You chewed the inside of your cheek as your fingers slowly typed out a response.

I did! How was —

No, too eager.

Oh, you know, just another day in the bay! :):)

You almost threw your phone at that one. What was this, fourth grade? 

I hope you had a good day, too, Captain :)

You turned your phone on its face and groaned out loud. 

You really fucking hated liking Steve Rogers. 

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — are y'all ready for my interpretation on "they only shared one bed"?

[fictional-idol-tournament]

WELCOME TO THE FICTIONAL IDOL TOURNAMENT

64 unique idols are gathered here to see who among them, truly, is worthy of being the top idol. this is a friendly competition and there is no threat of the idoluminati anywhere at all.

ROUND 1 MATCHUPS:

Side A:

1: Lily Hoshikawa (Zombieland Saga) vs Pearl (Splatoon) -> Lily Hoshikawa (WINNER!)

2: Minori Hanasto (Project SEKAI) vs Rise Kujikawa (Persona 4) -> Rise Kujikawa (WINNER!)

3: Rosie Mayfield (Style Boutique) vs Misa Amane (Death Note) -> Misa Amane (WINNER!)

4: Idol (Miitopia) vs Amari Katasumi (PriPara) -> Idol (WINNER!)

5: Mona Narumi (Confession Executive Committee) vs Mima Kirgoe (Perfect Blue) -> Mima Kiroge (WINNER!)

6: Rina Tennouji (Love Live!) vs Kanon Ichinose (Girls x Heroine) -> Rina Tennouji (WINNER!)

7: Ayu Yumesaki (Idol Royale) vs Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew) -> Zakuro Fujiwara (WINNER!)

8: Iris Sagan (AI: The Somnium Files) vs Sophy Houjou (PriPara) -> Iris Sagan (WINNER!)

9: Tsubasa Kazanari (Symphogear) vs Yumemi Yumemite (Kakeguri) -> Tsubasa Kazanari (WINNER!)

10: Minako Aino (Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon) vs Tae Yamada (Zombieland Saga) -> Tae Yamada (WINNER!)

11: Momo Kisaragi (Kagerou Project) vs Miruki Amauri (Waccha Prigami!) -> Momo Kisaragi (WINNER!)

12: Shion Kamiya (Aikatsu) vs Uta (One Piece) -> Uta (WINNER!)

13: Yoko Okino (Detective Conan) vs Marina Ida (Splatoon) -> Marina Ida (WINNER!)

14: Ai Hoshino (Oshi no Ko) vs Rui Wakaouji (Tokyo 7th Sisters) -> Ai Hoshino (WINNER!)

15: Yukito (Yuki) Orikasa (Idolish7) vs Asahi Mogami (Phantom of the Idol) -> Yuki Orikasa (WINNER!)

16: Onpu Segawa (Ojamajo DoRe) vs Tsubasa Oribe (Fire Emblem) -> Onpu Segawa (WINNER!)

Side B:

1: Nico Yazawa (Love Live!) vs Yū Morisawa (Magical Angel Creamy Mami)

2: Airi Momoi (Project SEKAI) vs Barbara (Genshin Impact)

3: Yuni (Pretty Cure) vs Riamu Yumemi (THE iDOLM@STER)

4: Riku Nanase (Idolish7) vs Utau Hoshina (Shugo Chara!)

5: Urara Kusanago (Pretty Cure) vs Shun Shimotsuki (Tsukiuta)

6: Lisia (Pokémon) vs Maina Ichii (Oshi ga Budokan Ittekuretara Shinu)

7: Mem-Cho (Oshi no Ko) vs Haruka Sawamura (Yakuza)

8: Eri Karan (Digimon) vs Cheri Sono (AKB0048)

9: Arashi Narukami (Ensemble Stars) vs Mira Hanayashiki (Sekko Boys)

10: Jennifer Sumire Sol (Waccha Prigami!) vs Gold Ship (Uma Musume Pretty Derby)

11: Ayu Maruyama (BanG Dream!) vs Kou Seiya (Sailor Moon)

12: Rin Chan (Evillious Chronicles) vs Hiro Hayashi (King of Prism)

13: Ao Yodogawa (Selection Project) vs Akira Kogami (Lucky Star)

14: Ming-Ming (Beyblade) vs Mika Kagehira (Ensemble Stars)

15: Aira Harune (Pretty Rhythm) vs Hina Hikawa (BanG Dream!)

16: Kerori Crocell (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun) vs Sayaka Maizono (Danganronpa)

[original-jade]

(x)

There was laughter in the Sky Temple.

This in itself was not unusual. Humans who were welcomed to the temple often brought with them their joy and cheer. Bo Rai Cho rarely passed up the opportunity to spread mirth during his visits. Fujin himself was more carefree by nature, open to wonder and awe where most of his fellow deities were reserved. 

This laughter was different. It was jarring to hear, both familiar and foreign at once. The airy yet staccato sound echoed off what should have been empty halls. Sharp and high pitched, it rolled through temple, traveling from room to room, making it difficult to pin down the source. It was only when it stopped, if only for a moment, that Fujin realized where he had heard it before. 

That was Raiden’s laugh.

At least it used to be. The tone was light, more akin to a child’s, but it was otherwise identical to the sounds Fujin thought long lost. He hadn't heard such frivolity from his brother in millennia. Not since… Well. There was a reason that previous champions were rarely spoken of. To hear it again now, absolutely unprompted, should have been a momentous occasion, but it was instead unnerving.

Raiden wasn’t at the temple. He had gone to the Wu Shi Academy for business with the Order of Light and had yet to return. Even if he were to return without being seen, the air carried none of the static that heralded his presence. Beyond that, what would there be to laugh about so freely, given recent events? He had retreated even further into his shell of stoicism than Fujin had seen before.

Following the sound was difficult. Each time he got close, the laughter would fade out before echoing from another part of the temple entirely. The chase quickly turned from puzzling to frustrating, his winds whipping into a frenzy to mirror his mood. Whoever, whatever this was was toying with him. When he finally caught sight of something disappearing around a corner, only for it to be gone when he reached it, he had had enough.

Whatever was there was not mortal. That simple fact allowed Fujin the freedom to dissolve his physical form into pure divine winds without concern. Traversing the temple at unnatural speed, he cleared floor after floor, able to completely disperse the remnants of lingering echoes. It soon became apparent there was only one section remaining—the Jinsei Chamber.

Upon arriving at the chamber, Fujin condensed his winds back into his body. What he saw before him was not the threat he had imagined. Standing in front of the door was, what at least appeared to be, a child in simple white robes and a familiar oversized hat. His face was entirely in shadow, but his eyes glowed bright blue and crackled with electricity. The boy grinned mischievously, having finally been caught, before disappearing in a flash of lightning. “Again!”

[purplesurveys]

1639

When was the last time you went out of state? Outside of my city and of Metro Manila, this would’ve been last December.

And where did you go? We drove to Tagaytay to attend a Christmas family reunion on my dad’s side. And holy FUCK was it cold. It was perfect lol.

What does the 6th text in your inbox say? I’m not checking that on a Sunday night; my Messages app is like 99% for work purposes anyway these days. Do you even like the person who sent you that text? I wouldn’t be able to know who that is as I can’t be bothered to open my texts.

Do you have more than one best friend? I have two amazing best friends.

In public restrooms, do you flush the toilet with your foot? Yes. Unless it’s those button thingies on the tank cover, in which case I’d have no choice but to begrudgingly flush with my fingers.

What song is stuck in your head at the moment? Wild Flower by RM and Cho Youjeen, but that’s also because it’s playing at the moment.

Name one thing you worry about running out of: Energy and will to work. I’ve been resilient the last three years despite the burnout that consistently makes its presence known, and I’m always just able to...achieve stuff? Get promoted? Perform beyond expectations? I’m very lucky to apparently keep doing the right things, but I also don’t want to push myself too much; that’s why I’ve been a lot more rigid about stopping work at 6 PM sharp, declining work I know wouldn’t fit on my plate, and not normalizing weekend work as much as I used to. Setting boundaries is super important if you want to make long-term things continue to work for you.

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? I don’t have either of these.

Spell your first name without T, E, R, A, or L. Hi, I’m Obyn!

How old were you when you had your first kiss? I was 16, I think. 16 going on 17 it was.

Do you ever save Aim conversations? I was never on AIM.

If you were a crayon what color would you be? Purple.

Do you wish your eyes were a different color? If so, what? No. An overrrrrrwhelming portion of Asians have brown eyes anyway, and it’d look super unnatural if I were to go for a different color.

What is the 4th digit in your phone number? I’m not sharing that.

Who was the last person to comment you on Myspace? I never did use Myspace a lot... Have you ever given someone a fake phone number? No.

Your phone’s ringing; who do you want it to be? I don’t want it to be anyone. Right now, I’m most likely to ignore the call lol.

Have you lied to get out of a date? Nah but I’ve run into a related scenario. I had this classmate in college who wanted to hang out with me outside of school, and it was giving me alarm bells all over the place regarding his motives. I remember asking if my girlfriend at the time could come along, and he never replied back to me. So I didn’t lie, but it was something I had to do to get out of that date he wanted lol.

Was your mom a cheerleader in high school? She wanted to be a cheerleader but there weren’t any varsities or squads for it at the time.

Do you still have pictures of your ex? No I got rid of them all within like a week of breaking up.

When was the last time you ate at McDonald’s? Last Thursday. Held an event for a new product.

Do you think more about the past, present or future? Present and future.

Are you more of a talker or a listener? Depends on the scenario, but I like being a listener more. What do you wear to bed? Something thin, airy, and short so I can be comfortable the whole evening.

Do you like ketchup or mustard better? I’ve never understood the appeal of mustard. I don’t like ketchup either (unless it’s banana ketchup) but between that and mustard, it’s definitely slightly better.

Did you ever have a Furby when you were little? No. As far as I know those things were never popular here.

Did you eat a cookie today? Nah, haven’t had anything sweet today. I had the sweetest cupcake known to man last Friday, so I’m good to go as far as dessert for like the next month or so lol.

What do you and your parents fight about the most? Miscommunication. My mom will say something, I interpret it in a different way than she intended, she takes offense, we get into a misunderstanding. With my dad, I tend to tell him off about politics the most just because he’s super apathetic while I think it’s such a sorry state to be in.

How old will you be in 15 years? Assuming I’ve already had my birthday this year and have turned 25, I’ll be 40.

Is summer your favorite season? I like the wet (rainy) season.

Chinese, Mexican, or Italian food? Mexican to me is the most flavorful. How many states have you lived in? We don’t have states.

When is the last time you saw your mom? 30 minutes ago.

Do you like the band Mayday Parade? I tried getting into them back when they were considered cool to like in like Grade 7 and high school, but couldn’t find a spark with their songs. What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up today? How much I wanted to take a shower.

Do you think dance/techno music is annoying? Not annoying, but I find the vast majority of it repetitive and boring.

What year were you born? 1998.

Do you shop at Hollister? No. I don’t think we ever had Hollisters here anyway so this question is irrelevant to me.

Grab the nearest book and turn to page 17. What is the 4th word? ‘Suspended.’ What are you going to be for Halloween? I didn’t celebrate Halloween last year.

How many times have you seen your favorite movie? TOO MANY. I once watched it everyday for like a 6-month period and have been rewatching it multiple times every year since. Movie’s Two for the Road.

Do you own a Coach purse? Nope, not really a fan of the brand.

What’s your Myspace song right now? Don’t have a Myspace.

Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a pet name? Yes.

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Name a product you buy mostly because it has a cool package. So the K-pop industry is one big capitalist motherfucker and will typically sell shit wherein Version 1 will give you the bare minimum, Version 2 will have some extra stuff in it but not include the whole package, and Version 3 will have everything, including the nice big flashy outbox. I always go for Version 3.

Are you purposely hiding something from someone? For the last two weeks I’ve hidden my annoyance towards Reena because of how she’s derailed a few things about our Thailand trip, but most of that has been resolved now so we’re good. But yeah, there are stuff I’ve had to bite my tongue from saying.

What’s the most intimate thing you’ve discussed with a stranger? Back when I was fixing my admissions requirements for college, I was tagged as possibly having depression so I was whisked to the campus guidance counselor so they could gauge what the issue was. Pretty self-explanatory from there, but basically I hated being interrogated especially about something as private as my mental health so I just carefully dodged everything they asked.

What flavor cake do you like for your birthday? I’m not a big fan of cake but if anybody insisted on getting me one, I’d appreciate cheesecake the most. 

Is your house usually too warm or too cold in the winter? We don’t have winter.

Have you ever been in love with someone much older or younger than you? Nope.

Are there any songs that make you feel angry inside when you hear them? Eh, not really. When was the last time you sat on the ground, outside w/nothing under you? Around two weeks ago when I was waiting for my Grab to arrive. I had been on my feet the entire day then and just wanted a place to sit.

Would you rather have someone ask to kiss you, or just kiss you? Just do it.

What the most recent thing to needed an Rx med for? My sprained ankle. Angela’s mom, bless her heart, wrote a prescription for me without charge. She does that for me whenever I get into a medical emergency which fortunately doesn’t happen a lot. She did it for me too when I got a UTI and my previous prescription with another doctor wasn’t doing fuck all.

Have you ever had a job you loved? It’s a love-hate relationship more than anything, so no.

What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? Sweet potato fries or onion rings.

Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Fortunately not.

Are you in an argument with anyone right now? Nope.

What do you wish they would change or bring back on FB? Keep the senior citizens out. They can have the most ridiculous takes on shit, and are also the most likely to fall for and propagate false information.

Would you change your partner’s hair color if you could? I don’t have a partner.

Do you like “are we alike” surveys? They’re fine, but to keep them from feeling boring (aka just bolding) what I like to do is to expound on things that are true for me, and to some extent things that don’t apply to me. Same way a typical Q&A survey works.

Have you ever written a poem for someone? I haven’t, but I’ve had poems written for me.

What is a place you’ve vacationed at and would like to go back to? Jeju, South Korea. I have a better handle of the culture and language now, so I’d like to return.

Do you eat samples at the grocery store? I rarely take up the offer, even if it’s food I would normally like. Something about taking food from a stranger just screams unsanitary to me lol.

Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes, Carley’s Caucasian. I’ve tried keeping up our friendship for a few years, but she kept going off the radar at the most random moments without any heads-up, that I grew frustrated at some point and have just stopped following her back.

Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? Probably my ex during one of our big fights. People don’t typically do this to me.

Have you friended your parents on FB? Yep, I’m friends with both of them there.

What do you absolutely have to have to make your birthday feel special? My friends.

What’s the last tourist area you visited? Hm. Does BGC count as a tourist area? If it does, then that lol.

Where do you go out to eat for a special occasion? I always try to make it different every time; I don’t really have a go-to place.

When was the last time you went to a post office? I’ve never been to a post office.

Is there an item you are saving up to buy right now? Tickets for Yoongi, if we happen to do get a chance to snag them.

Are you psychic in any way? Nope. No one is.

Do you prefer a laptop or desk top? Which are you on now? Laptop. Haven’t used a desktop since high school.

You find $20, spend it before midnight or it disappears, how do you spend it? Get the version of Jack In the Box that I’m still missing, ha.

Do you like wallpaper? No.

Mice or roaches? Mice I guess even though I can be freaked out by both. I definitely fucking hate cockroaches.

Did you give or get any Valentines this year? Neither.

Have you ever been in a submarine? I haven’t.

What is the last lie someone told you, or you suspect they told you? Probably my associate telling me ‘yes’ when I asked if she’s done this and that thing.

Have you ever received a gift and truly did not know what it was? Yeah. This Christmas I got these reusable Disney-themed ice blocks from a co-worker; I initially thought they were ice molds but I quickly realized the things themselves serve as ‘ice’ since they had water inside. Definitely found it kind of gross at first (who knows where that water came from???), but so far I haven’t been poisoned LMAO so I guess we’re still good.

What’s your homepage? I took out the Momentum extension forever ago so now it’s just the default Chrome page.

What was the last birthday gift you gave? I got Bea cookies for her birthday.

Do you have dessert after breakfast? I don’t even have breakfast.

Is there anyone whose grave you visit? My maternal grandfather.

Would you rather drive during the day or night? Love driving at night.

Is there a thing you enjoy doing, but quit because you are not good at it? Embroidery.