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[maiios]

What do the iterators do in their freetime? do they have any hobbies, like drawing or singing? -star anon!!

part (1/2) - suns & moon

yes! they have multiple hobbies they enjoy to pass the time :]

[darkdragon768]

Various doodles of the Dorito Twins.

I just like to play with them like dolls and put them into situations.

[wandering-tides]

IT's CHOCO-BERU!!!!

Screaming, throwing, Crying,

HE LOOKS SO FINE!!

Looking at him heals my heart, My Beautiful, Handsome, Pretty Prince :3

I love him so much, you have no idea 🥰

[ofpaintedflowers]

two in harmony

[green--tea-owo]

🫐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅𓂃♡𓂃 ࣪🪻 ִֶָ☾.

[gothsuguru]

@teddybeartoji he is now your son…………

[helinedmightbehere]

V1 ECLIPSE VS V4 ECLIPSE RAP BATTLE WHO WOULD WIN

[sketching-shark]

ough it's been far too long since I've done any Yuebei Xing posting but I was just thinking that there's GOT to be a really interesting and disturbing story behind the fact that her father Sun Wukong was tortured into submission via unbearable headache by the golden fillet multiple times on the journey and then his daughter's skull weapon of choice curses people to be tortured by a likewise unbearable headache for three days before they die.

[thesexydancingcrepe]

Been reading alot of fun posts @skittlescripts about Reader's and Wukong’s potential children and I cannot pass up the chance to draw more Baby Monkeys based off them

💚 ✨️ 💛 ✨️ 💗 ✨️ 💜✨️ 💙

Order form Eldest to Youngest is

Houzi, Mimi, Willow + Tainyu, and Jango

[0rchidm4ntis]

La la lu, la la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you

[the-witchs-cafe]

[mosaicfangs]

Something completely inconsequential but mildly annoying about arc 3 so far is glass being a Pantalan invention, like I can understand mass produced, cheap, high quality glass for like prescription lenses etc being a Pantalan thing, but like surely at some point some Sandwings accidentally breathed fire onto some sand and figured out a basic method of glass production

[a-ikuoliver]

need a new battery FUCK

[tuzesdays]

18) deciding what takeout to order <333

cherry hiii hi cherry! going for one of the less popular ones because you knew id write it for you anyway, for shame.

hope you enjoy, ur fav is here

WORDCOUNT: 790 | Domestic | No warnings

He leans back on the couch, doing his best frown-equivalent at the ceiling. “Remind us again why we can’t cook?”

“Sunny, the avocado’s not ripe,” you remind him. “It’s solidly in the pre-ripe bitter stages. You can still make the stuff without the avocado.”

Clearly that’s not the answer he’s looking for. Drama queen. “It’s not complete without the avocado slices! We did not go through all those stores looking for sushi-grade tuna to stop just short of the perfect dish! It was going to be so pretty!”

“I could just order sushi.”

“Don’t you dare.” He pouts at you as you chuckle, offended that you’d even joke about undermining his dinner plans when you know he’d rather you have a different meal every day. Poor Sun, he’s been aching to use that tatami roller for nearly two months now; everything else is ready to go, but he couldn’t plan for the most unreliable thing of all: the whims of mother nature. “We could still make something over rice…”

“The only vegetables we have is green onion and cucumber,” you sing smugly at him, doing your worst impression of his voice as you continue, “not a balanced meal! Not at all!”

He makes a flustered, upset sound. “Grocery day is tomorrow!”

“Relax, Sunny.” You send him a smile. “Takeout isn’t that bad. We can even have it delivered, no need to get all dolled up for a drive.”

Sun just mutters at you. “Not that bad. Not that bad!”

You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes. “Poppy. Is this a problem? Are you mad?”

“No,” he says, still pouting. “Upset that something as silly as an unripe avocado would ruin the taste. How long do avocados take to soften? We’ve had it for a week, surely that should have been enough time.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

A sigh. “… Takeout?”

You hum an affirmative. “If I get enough, it could practically be a full meal plan for the next two, three days? I used to be able to make that much food stretch a full week, but—” he narrows his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Three meals a day.”

The assurance sates him. For now. “What are you getting, then?”

“… I don’t know.” When’s the last time you’ve needed to order takeout? When’s the last time you ordered takeout in general? It couldn’t have been recently, Sun’s been managing the meal plan down to the amount of ingredients and this is the first time – oh, that might explain why he’s so upset – the first time he’s fallen short on it.

When’s the last time you’ve so much as visited a fast food chain? Three months? … Four? Do you even know what restaurants offer delivery around here anymore?

You don’t. “I’ll have to look at some menus, it’s been a bit. Want to help?”

“Yes.”

“There might be a Chinese place around. That’s a decent go-to.” You pull out your phone and sit at his side, the two of you instinctually leaning into the shared space to look at the screen.

(Having another cuddle bug room with you has been a highlight of your current housing situation – one of many.)

You hum at the nearest options, the ones you wouldn’t mind driving to. “Fast food’s okay. Cheap.”

“Not balanced.”

“I can eat some cucumber just for you, Poppy.”

He pokes your shoulder for the sass and giggles when you act like he’s mortally wounded you. “Anything else?”

“Ex-nay on the sushi place,” you say, looking around that area on a map, “and I’m guessing you don’t approve of a burger.”

“Nope!”

“Figures.” You guess you did have burgers recently anyway. “Italian? I could go for some pasta.”

“What’s that?”

One metallic finger hovers above a point on the map – you angle the screen to see below it. “Ooh, a Pho place! That’s Vietnamese, like a soup with a bunch of toppings. Haven’t had some of that in forever.”

His rays spin at the enthusiasm for his find. “What kind of toppings?”

“A bunch of sauces, um… some bean sprouts and green onions, cilantro… maybe some lime? Oh, and siracha. Here, why don’t you figure out what I’m ordering?”

And just like that, his bad mood is completely forgotten in favor of this new and exciting kind of food. You let him have at it, doing whatever he does when deciding what types of tastes you like – he’s never really been wrong – while you go to get dressed. By the time you come back to the living room, Sunny’s on his feet in the kitchen and has his little recipe book opened on the counter.

You sigh fondly and hope you don’t get tired of soup anytime soon.

[starryeyed-seer]

Unfortunately for everyone, I'm still thinking of that fucking crab

[green--tea-owo]

i'm bored and it's hot asf, somebody please tell the sun to fuck off ☹ ☹☹