#ask the sugarsweets

[sugarsweet-ask-blog]

As a result from our poll, we decided to let you give the winner as many kisses as it seemed fit

A second poll will be held to gauge the second most kissable <3

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

the sugarsweet ask box is open!

You can now ask some of the Sugarsweets questions (or just interact with them in general)

Each character has a different personality and job in the Sugarstar daycare, so if they don't respond immediately, they're probably either doing their job or resting from a busy day

We hope to see you soon!

-the sugarsweet crew

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[sugarsweet-ask-blog]

roleplays are very much welcome here^^

There's a tag for it too :3

waugh okay, I need to word dump about one of my aus

It's called the Sugarsweet attendants au and it's similar to the base tsams timeline but ruin never wipes out half the universe or whatever happened, Solar never dies, the creator doesn't interfere, Eclipse never blew up Lunar and they all just act as a family (dark Sun, KC and bloodmoon are there too, but not as much, KC is good now btw too)

We have new moon (before Nexus) still and old moon is still around as a ghost of some sore and they keep tabs on Eclipse, who is sorta a prisoner to the celestial family and such

Anyways yeah :D

Also instead of being part of the Plex itself, they run a daycare and a candy shop

And they're all based on different candies :p

I love this AU ^^ question: are we allowed to role-play with the characters? Because if so...SIGN ME UP!

[dozing-marshmallow]

i absolutely loved how you wrote my previous request! (them headcanons had me giggling and swinging my feet) soooooooo im back with another request! (if thats alright w chu of course) how about some jealous chris headcanons? maybe with a reader that points out attractive people a lot, like "oh damn he's kind of hot" "she's really pretty" (i realized i do this a lot so thought it might be a fun request)

Awwww I replied to your comment on that post, thank you so much for your kind words❤️!! I’m so happy I was able to provide headcanons that you loved and thoroughly enjoyed! I hope you feel the same with this one!  :]

And not a problem! I can definitely assure you this was a fun request to write for!

JEALOUS CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

Chris Chris Chris.

What he wouldn’t give to be the sun of your life.

It depends on who you interact with and what you’re talking about, but most of the time he’ll tighten the grip he has on your hand or shift so close, his stubble would rub on you.

“(Y/N)... You still love me, right?” He’d ask, voice muffled from his face down on his bed.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He lifts his head up, looking straight at the wall,“I...just have this aching feeling.” clutching a pillow to his chest, his doubt oozing from his lips,“Every time I see you talking to other people, I always feel like eventually you might think they’re much cooler...than me...and leave me...and I’ll be alone...”

“Aww Chris.” You came over to kiss him,“I would never do that to you. You know there’s no one else like you, and you’re cool the way you are.”

He wants to believe you, but his doubt worsens when you both get invited to the Oscars as guests where you’re in a room of nothing, but other superstars.

“Hey Chris... Who’s that over that?”

He sees you’re interested. So, for obvious reasons, he’s remains completely vague,“That’s the lead star for that upcoming movie.”

“No way! Savannah Michael in Nightly Guitar?” So much for that,“I never realised how attractive she was!”

“Yeaah... Not more attractive than me though, right?” He’d plaster a smile at first. You’ll kiss him and tell him of course and he’d have nothing to worry about!

But you don’t. Instead, you ignored him and dug deeper,“Wow...she has that sparkle in her eyes.”

“Sparkle...? I have that in mine too...” he gently pulls his eyes down, somehow thinking you’d see whatever there was to see better that way. What was the point when you weren’t looking at him?

Instead, you were listening to her answering an interviewer with a sugarsweet answer of gratitude,“The way she cares for her fans is so sweet! I wanna be like her someday.”

That was the final straw. This time he doesn’t try to top it off- he grumbles and pulls you away,“Alright, that’s enough of her.”

“Woah, Chris! I still wanted to see her!”

“No! You’re supposed to be with me! I’m supposed to be your boyfriend.”

You sighed,“Chris, can’t I admire someone without liking them? Not everything is about you.”

You appeared to read his jealousy as simple annoyance that you weren’t glorifying him twenty four seven...which might have been the case too.

So Chris decided to show you he can be as sweet, in case some mutant hunk tries seducing you with flattery and care, you would already be used to it from him. No receiving the prickly end of his treatment for you!

But then, you’re gone. He looks around: you were at the other side of the room.

What were you doing over there? He makes his way to you,“Heyy (Y/N)!”

“Oh, Chris, hi! Whatcha doing?” You chirp.

From where he found you from, he didn’t get the full picture that you were in the middle of talking to someone. That someone? Daniel McNally.

He shuddered...similar last name? No biggie...

“I was just about to ask! How come you didn’t tell me you were going to speak to the uh, awesome Daniel?” He queried through sucking teeth,“He’s not bothering you, is he?”

“Oh, no! I knew he was going to be here tonight so I wanted to ask about some of his movies! I did tell you, but I must’ve said it as I was going over to him. Was there something you needed?”

Dang it,“I see... Well, now that I’m here, I’d love to hear more about it, and maybe try contribute to this civilised conversation.” He glares at Daniel in the eyes, but kept his tone the same,“That alright with you, (Y/N)?”

You kiss him on the cheek,“You’re always welcome!”

He saw the annoyance flash in Daniel’s eyes, and winked in response.

Well. He grew increasingly bored with the conversation- saying that though would lose his reason to be close to you, so he stuck to nodding.

“Woaah, getting a bit too close there, buddy. Be careful, it’s not guy code to go after someone else’s partner.”

“Chris?” That caught you off guard. He wasn’t even standing close! You grab his hand and pull him away into a space empty enough for a private talk,“Alright, what’s the matter with you? Why did you assume he’s trying to move to me?”

“Assume? No no no. I know he is. I see the way he’s looking at you, how he’s trying to impress you. And I don’t appreciate it.”

You don’t believe him,“Chris, you talk and boost to your admirers every chance you get and you don’t hear me complaining.”

“That’s different!”

“How?”

“I’m making it clear that we’re exclusive.”

“Yeah and clearly he knew that, before you came...” you fold your arms, slightly unhappy,“This is sounding more like you don’t trust me enough to have a civilised conversation.” 

By reusing his words, you cause his focus to shift away,“Chris.”

“You can’t blame me, okay? A cold hearted guy like me doesn’t deserve the warmth of a reincarnated sunflower... I guess I wanted some reassurance that you still love me the way I do you is all.”

“Is that seriously what this has been about?” You shake your head in dubiety. You don’t know what to say. Out of all the days to be jealous.

“Do you think...we could leave early? Pleaaaase?” He tightened his arm around you.

Shameless man. You sigh. That seems to be the only thing that’d make him feel better so you comply. You mainly came for the food anyway.

Bonus:

Looking back at it, for someone like Chris to be so worked up about securing his place in someone’s heart, was...adorable. Everything he did that night was just him displaying how proud he was to have you as his significant other, and subsequently how paranoid he was in losing you.

But he did steal one of the only chances you’d get to talk with your idols.

So you decide to do a little payback by pulling that joke on him where people would make a PowerPoint about who they would replace their loved ones with.

He was frowning when you set your laptop in front of him,“(Y/N)...” he must have read the title Guys I would leave my boyfriend for 

The corner of your lip curves upwards, pressing forward to the next slide saying “No one.” 

“See Chris. I wouldn’t replace you with anyone.”

He breathes out in relief, and starts smiling,“Whoo! That feels good to-“

“Yeah!” You interrupt him to get the punchline in i.e the next slide. Daniel McNally,“Uh...” you dramatise your expression as though you didn’t know how he got there.

The smile Chris had withered away into a quivering mouth,“I knew it...” Oh dear.

Turns out he didn’t know that this was a trend.

Either way, this wasn’t what was meant to happen!,“Chris, no! I-I don’t actually like him nor would ever leave you for him! It’s a prank people are doing! I’m not being serious, you know I would never do that to you!” You started shouting whatever came to your panicked mind, praying that one of those things would have him cured from his tears.

“So...you won’t leave me for him... What about...”

“Nooo, no one!” You pull him into your arms, his sobs wetting your shirt,“I’m sorrrry, it was a joke, I swear! I would never ditch you for another celebrity!”

Ah it feels great to have you hold him this way. :).

[raccoonfallsharder]

not an ask more paying respect lol, i did the ask abt showing rocket more terran references/ goth music and you did it amazingly thank you so much. i like how it made me think differently too! i bet rocket wouldn’t like too much horror thinking abt it now but stuff like supernatural/ creepy sound better than gore for him. i bet stuff like the toxic avenger is right up his alley lmao. i love how you included reality tv and video games and just showing rocket other genres. i loved what you did with it! i feel like rocket would like rupaul too for the drama and art. i feel like like they could make their own drive in/ outdoor theater on knowhere and can watch anything in the galaxy lmao😭. and i loved how you wrote rocket w music he is the definition of listens to everything <3. i completely loved this thank you <3

you are SO fucken kind (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) holy shit i will cry now. like, just how sugarsweet are you? thank you bby ♡♡ also i am going to just take a moment to cosign your drive-in/outdoor theatre idea! this was absolutely EXACTLY what i was imagining in the second bulletpoint on this #marvel critique post. i want a whole stupid disney+ show of this, mst3k style

also, you are so right about rocket loving drag and you should fucken say it.

that furry bastard is such a dramatic little punk in his own way. you just know he likes shiny gems and glittery shit far more than he says (i have a ton of headcanons about this but it comes down to — rocket craves lovely, luxurious things and also doesn't believe he deserves them. and also believes most people who have them don't deserve them, and thus, he has few qualms about stealing them. but also never trusts he'll be able to keep them. look, our lil guy is so conflicted.)

the first time you take him to a drag show, i hope you keep it a surprise. let him gripe and complain the whole way there until the uber driver looks like he wants to scream. look, it's not rocket's fault. he frickin told you he'd had a shitty three cycles since he'd seen you last, and now he just wants to crash on your couch with you and order in sushi and rewatch edward scissorhands (you're not sure how that last part's supposed to help — he always ends up silently crying into his fur two-thirds of the way through). he gets even grumpier when you have to wait outside in the relative cold. once you're finally seated at a small table house-left, he's still sulking and snarking, to the point that you almost wanna wring his furry neck yourself.

but then the music starts. maybe a little aretha franklin. gloria gaynor, or some classic cher. yeah, i'm guessing the show stars with cher. slow, silky, low notes pouring out over the stage. strong enough, maybe. when the first queen steps out, rocket's jaw actually drops. by the time the bright pop of disco-synth hits the song, you'd swear the mirrorball is reflecting little stars and hearts into his candied-apple eyes. he's drinking it all in: the drama, the sly and exaggerated winks that put his own oversized winking habits to shame — the gowns, the sequins, the feathers, the heels. the long lashes and sultry stagecraft, the pageantry, the snark, the fun. the music, the theatre of it all, the spotlights and the perfections and the imperfections — and the brightness, like staring into the spiritual equivalent of an anulax battery explosion.

you leave him at some point, just for a moment —making your way to the bar, bringing back the sugary tequila cocktails he's lately taken to liking so much — and he doesn't even touch it. maybe takes a sip, but forgets it's there. it's probably the first time you've seen rocket ignore an opportunity to get at least slightly buzzed (hey, he's made progress in recent years). but this time, the temptation isn't even present. he's staring at the stage, swaying and bopping to the lip-synced lyrics — completely glitterdrunk. he's fixated on the satin corsets and the braying laughter and the ribald jokes, the irreverence that somehow feels like coming home, and all the while he’s wondering what his own long claws would look like if they were painted that color.

it's not like rocket hasn't seen theatrical gender performance before. it's a common-enough phenomenon in deep space, where there are as many expressions of identity as there are stars in the sky. a lot of cultures are far more chill about crossing gender lines or leaning into extreme caricatures, for a kaleidoscope of reasons. some planets don't even have lines to cross, either because gender is a nonconstruct or because it's so extremely flux that it might as well be superfluid helium.

but there's something about this kind of performance that just hits different for rocket. he probably doesn't know enough terran history to understand what he's picking up on. sure, in the far-reaches of the galaxy, diverse gender expression may be the norm — but here on terra, there are conservatives and bioessentialists and police raids and worse. what rocket sees — folded in between the blade-sharp eyeliner and the spun-sugar wigs and the gunmetal-glint of sequins — is rebellion. it's the core blazing fire of demanding the right to be exactly who you are or who you want to be, even if only for a moment. it’s throwing fists when you have to and protecting your people when you can. it's the freedom to give an acrylic-tipped middle-finger to anyone who ever thought they had the right to reinvent you according to their idea of perfection.

it's a fuck-you to every high evolutionary out there, herbert e wyndham or otherwise.

and — maybe more importantly — it’s not just the struggle. in the face of every hostile neighbor and violent lawmaker, it’s taking back some fucking joy.

rocket can taste it.

which is probably why he doesn't want to leave, even after the show draws to a close and someone's yelling about last call. by the time you finally convince him to go out to the sidewalk and wait for your uber back home, a small number of the queens are departing as well — clustered on the sidewalk like gems snatched from taneleer tivan's jewelry box. you don't think you've ever seen this damn raccoon treat an adult-humie-stranger with anything softer than semi-polite suspicion — yourself included — but suddenly, he's turning up the charm, sidling up to the ladies to thank them for their performance.

the queens, of course, are immediately smitten. who's this handsome fucking dreamboat, and how’d he get those biceps, and does he want a selfie? rocket lets them coo over him with exaggerated, syrupy delight — not even snapping when one of them scritches his ears. he shrugs and juts his thumb at you and gives one of them your goddamn phone number, and they squish in for the aforementioned snapshot. he's got big ol' lipstick-prints in his fur already and when someone raises a paint-arched brow and comments suggestively on the many possible uses of his tail, rocket finally sinks into that familiar shit-eating smirk.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you see it. for a couple seconds there, you’d barely even recognized him.

the uber pulls up and the queens pout — how did the surly jackass who steals your pillow and eats all your lucky charms manage to dazzle them all in less than five minutes? — and when rocket gets in the vehicle, he immediately goes quiet in that way he does — suddenly pensive. thoughtful.

your phone buzzes. it's the selfie of him and the goddamn queens. you lean over and show it to him, and he nods, the corner of his mouth curving faintly. His tail flicks on the seat between you, and his ears twitch as he turns to look out the window.

thanks.

you startle when he speaks, despite the fact that you usually can't get him to shut up. but the quiet gratitude sits between you on the bench like a third passenger in the backseat of the car, studded with distant stars and the receding lights of the city.

no problem, you say slowly. i knew you'd like it — i just didn't know how much. you tilt your head. maybe trust me the next time i tell you i wanna take you somewhere.

he scoffs quietly, but the sound is only made of soft camaraderie and old habit. and then — slowly, like the words are hard to find between stoplights and midnight shadows — he adds, this was... special.

you can hear him swallow. his head is still turned to peer out his window, but you can see the ghost of his reflection in the glass: eyes red as lollipops and sour candy, sometimes turning flat-gold with the passing light. His eyelids flicker shut, then reopen.

some asshole once told me— he starts. stops. swallows again. clears his throat. some asshole once told me we all had this — this sacred fuckin' mission to — to take a cacophony of sounds and turn it into a song.

you can hear the words he's quoting, and his voice drips thick with disdain — and also maybe some uncertainty. some vulnerability. whoever it was who'd said this thing to him — it had cut deep, and put down venomous roots. but you don't respond. not yet. you've learned to wait in moments like this — to let the silence curl around you both, low and comforting as old quilts.

but this, he says finally, four blocks later. this was like... taking songs and turning them into a cacophony. but of — of good things. his brows crease in his reflection, and you an see his eyes flick back and forth, searching the darkness.

a cacophony of liberation, you suggest quietly. and of — joy, and reclamation, and — togetherness, i guess.

he lets out a breath so heavy that his shoulders drop when they're free of it. you stretch across the bench-seat, and you know he's watching your hand reach for him in the window's reflection — but he doesn't draw away from you, not even when you card your fingers through the soft fur at the base of his ears, tousling a soft cloud of pixie-dust sparkle into the air.

and of glitter, you add lightly. you hear the uber driver muffle a grunt of dismay.

but rocket just smirks out the window.

yeah, he says, and it takes a second for you to realize that even though he's agreeing with you, he's also confirming something he's been turning over in the privacy of his own head — all night, maybe. when he repeats himself under his breath, it sounds — it sounds like a soft new bandage, almost. like he’d gone to check on a wound he’d thought had turned to rot, only to learn the the scar’s looking clean and smooth and healthy, and healing up just right.

yeah. that fucker was frickin' wrong.

as per frickin' usual.

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gotg rocket

[disasterousduo]

Did some school doodles of @/sugarsweet-ask-blog (@bumble-the-sun-bee)’s Sugarsweet attendants.

[peachpety]

For the ask a reader meme: B10 and C2?

hi sugarsweet! gah, coming at me with most excellent, hard-hitting questions! i love it!!

B10. What is the best plot twist you’ve ever seen?

i'm not one for case-fics, but this fic was first that came to mind...as one that exploded my brain. in the best possible way...

Telling the Bees, by @cibeewastaken

if you've read this fic, you'll know. if not, grab tissues and get to it.

The other fic that came to mind is Wormwood and Realgar, by @opalesqueopioid (written for Quidditchfest, this fic has been hidden, which, i'm sad bc this fic was amazing and is one i think of often...dragonheartstrings!!! but regardless, i'm including it bc i was completely immersed like 👀 and jaw drops and whoopings!)

C2. What word or expression always makes you cringe when you read it?

'kay, i'm just going to say it. any use of "the blond" or "the brunette" or "the younger man"...i.e. epithets. i can forgive these, and let them slide...for the most part, but i confess, i do cringe a bit when i read it. it's not enough that i'll nope out of a fic...that's usually for Big Ticket Things (squicks, if you will)...but yeah. this and also "Dray" as a nickname for Draco. again, not enough to nope out ever, and NO JUDGEMENT, YOU DO YOU, but me personally, i 'cringe' and move on.

thanks for these asks, my love. xoxo peach 🍑

[sugarpixie]

Ask my muse “Have you ever ___” questions!   

 @troublewithvampires​ said: "Hey, Sugarsweet, ya' ever stolen anything before?" Salvatore winked at Pippin. "Promise I ain't gonna judge either way."

sugarpixie:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

{✿} – Pippin seemed aghast at the very thought of thievery, if not a little concerned as for the reason he was being asked. Did Salvatore think he had stolen something from him? ❝Oh, good gumdrops, Sally, no!! Stealing is wrong and I would never, ever! Why? Did ya lose something?❞ Pippin viewed him, wide-eyed and suddenly feeling something vaguely parallel to self-conscious. Pixie propaganda was circulating again this Summer and he really wouldn’t blame Salvatore at all for falling for it. Those bullies could be pretty convincing! The sugar pixie cast his gaze downwards to stare idly at his own feet, wringing his hands together behind his back and gulping nervously as he mustered up the courage to ask Salvatore directly. ❝H-hey, Sally…you don’t think…you don’t think that I stole it...do ya...?❞

[holygarm]

just wanted to let you know I'm drawing a response to your reblog from the Sugarsweet ask blog so, it'll be a while until Sugar Moon responds -v-

Ebebebebebe I’m excited :3

[the-chibi-devil]

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Screenshot of a Tweet by Chauncey Sugarsweets @ CSugarsweets. Tweet reads:

"When I was a teenager I visited my uncle and stayed on his ranch and he had two llamas and I asked him why on earth he owned llamas and he said "because I worked hard my entire life and I like them" and it was the most king shit I've ever heard"

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[ginandbubonic]

Nectar Of Bastards

Sugarsweet that little lie, made with corn or poor mans rye

Desperate is his swaying gait A deadbeat man, father ain’t 

\\

I’m so tired of rolling this barrel, break the damn cask I’m going feral 

When will you be something worth me? When will you be something worth you? \\

Pathetic-aged wretch, twenty-four years of this ambient dretch

All those years of patronizing All that time talking over me: \\

Didn’t catch on when I learned to be quiet, 

But the heart of this house has always been silent \\

Didn’t catch on when my door became a wall, 

All that ever mattered was the household thrall \\

Didn’t catch on when I became a whisper, Because your anger isn’t worth the whining-twister \\ So drink your sugar and rest where you lie

When you look for your son

Don’t ask when he died. 

--

Gríma, 2/18/2023

[sugarsweet-ask-blog]

*the portal turned on, and 2 non-candy characters fell out of it. One of them was a Ruin model, only he looked like he had just fought a large ahh mutated thing. He killed a mutant spider that was bigger than him. A Neptor was hiding in his hat. Neptor looked like a small robot, only he wore a beanie.*

Ruin: "How are we always getting stuck in other dimensions 💀" *just killed a large ahh mutated spider*

Neptor: "I have no idea..." *shaken beyond belief*

*the first animatronic to notice them is a pastel palette Sun with blue accents on their face and rays, their blue eyes wide*

SS:"uh- hey Moon! Portal opened again, new animatronics!"

SM: "Coming, whoever just came through the portal, don't move!"

[incorrectpnatquotes]

Max with Bi and/or trans

[sugarsweet-ask-blog]

thank you for participating in this experiment

These results will feed into some future drawings <3

i must know

I'm curious lol

[totallycorrectfnafquotes]

I used to make Fnaf x reader fanfics and I am proud to say I have NEVER made a toe sucking fic

you’re doing great sweetie and i support you so much

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

i just realized you don't follow the blog

Huh

Anyways, if you want to see the candy chaos (and storyline stuff) it's @/sugarsweet-ask-blog

:3

i dunno if you've been keeping up with the Sugarsweet blog but...

Tehe :3c

They're platonic for the time being but they're still very silly

(eclipse jokingly says "shut up or I'll kiss you" and it works every time :3c)

O UGH I LOVE THEM????????? HDSJHSJDHSJ TGEYR ADORABLE I AM SHAKING UOU AROUNSG HDSJHDJSJCKSBSJXNJANZJSJXS