#marshmallow monk

[subconwoods]

[pruityshell]

MORE, also a walk cycle

[marshmallow-monk]

[doctorghoti]

Found some ol’ Marshmallow Monk fan art I did during the start of COIVD. Think I was mainly wanting to experiment with screentone brushes, but I do like the effect of it applied on the colored drawing. Like reading a vintage newspaper comic.

[marshmallow-bg3]

Husband says I’m making Honour Mode much harder for myself by things like “no he can’t have one level of Warlock, it’s lore-unfriendly” and “no, this armour looks ugly on her” and “absolutely not, I’m romancing him!” 😅

[druidian]

ChocZero S'mallows

I’ve come across a few keto-friendly marshmallows over the years, but none of them have ever been quite right… They weren’t the right consistency, they melted into a goo instead of fluff or toasting, or they didn’t taste quite right. No more! ChocZero has recently introduced “S’mallows“, a damn-near-perfect low-carb marshmallow. They taste right. They feel right. They melt correctly. They…

[randomgods]

Has anyone else gotten this print error where the monk marshmallow pin has the hunter eye scar? :0c I wonder if this is a common occurrence or??

[zorrasucia]

13. Hot Cocoa + Baking

from @carmenberzattosgf list

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (2.3k)

Tags: Chocolat (2000) AU, Friends to Rivals to Lovers, Food, Curvy Reader, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Smut, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Maybe it was corny and provincial, but you always welcomed your neighbors with a batch of cookies. It was good for business most of the time too - the insurance people next door bought pastries every other day for their breakfast after you gifted them some for their opening.

So, there you were, close to the counter of the new specialty chocolaterie, box of cookies in hand, captivated by the smell of chocolate... There was so much more though: caramel, vanilla, almonds, coffee, cardamom, berries, and was that pepper...?

"Welcome to The Bear, what can I do for you?" a tall man greeted you.

"Oh, hi!" you smiled politely. "I'm from the bakery down the street. Wanted to say hello and give you a little welcome present."

You handed him the box, delicate calligraphy marking the name of your shop.

The man beamed. "That's so sweet! Pun not intended," he chuckled to himself. "Now we definitely have to give you something on the house!"

You looked at his name tag. "Richie, that's not necessary at all..."

"Nonsense. Plus, you get to see the magic happen. Cousin!" he bellowed to the back, where you assumed the kitchen was.

"Magic?" you frowned.

A blond guy with blue eyes emerged from the door and gave you a polite nod.

"What is it?" he asked Richie, he seemed irritated.

"Cookies from our neighbor, cuz," Richie offered him the open box, he was already biting into his second one. "Say thanks and do your mind-reader thing."

"It's not... Never mind," he mumbled in exasperation, rolling his eyes. "Carmy Berzatto," he said and offered you his hand to shake. "Thank you for the cookies."

"You're welcome," you smiled at the sight of him eating with gusto.

"Is that piloncillo sugar?" he asked after a moment of savoring.

"Yes!" you beamed.

"Tremendous," he said earnestly, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He walked closer to the counter and stared at you, intensely, for half a minute. "Mocha frappe, double espresso shot, whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. That's your favorite."

You stared right back, mouth agape. That was your comfort drink, no matter the weather. How did he know?

"Do we still have the nice Mexican coffee? She'll appreciate it," he asked Richie.

"Yeah, third shelf. Neat trick, huh?" Richie grinned, enjoying the shocked look on your face as Carmy went to the back.

"How does he-?"

"Fucked if I know," he shrugged. "He says it's a family thing. He never misses."

"Did he guess your favorite too?" you asked, fascinated.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "It's hot cocoa with marshmallows. He says I have the palate of a six year old but if it ain't broke..."

While Carmy prepared your drink, you looked around the shop. There were beautiful confections with crazy flavors, covered in gold leaf, almost too beautiful to eat. But there were also dollops of milk chocolate with puffed rice, humble looking and ready for a kid to devour. Truly something for everyone.

When he handed you your coffee you asked: "What's your favorite?"

Carmy gave you a tense smile. "Hope you like it. Pleasure to meet you," he said and left.

"He says it's a secret," Richie handed you a napkin, then he added in a whisper: "I don't think he has one. He doesn't enjoy things that way."

"What way?"

"Uh, the normal way, I guess," Richie shrugged. "He barely eats the things he makes. Lives like a monk. It feels like he has to make chocolate 24/7 or some family curse is going to get him. Dunno if I'm making sense."

"Kind of," you said.

You took a sip of your drink and knew you were fucked forever. No chain coffeehouse would be able to compete with this.

~

It had been a couple of months since The Bear opened. They had a few loyal customers plus whatever weirdos wanted to see if Carmy was as spot on with his predictions as online reviews said he was - he never missed.

You had become friendly with the staff and had developed a routine of sorts with Carmy.

It probably wasn't healthy but you saw him as a mystery to solve. You didn't know about chocolate, not the way he did, but you knew baking, you understood how comfort and love could be encapsulated in a dessert. So you tried to find his favorite, the thing that would make his heart sing like he could do to you and every other person that walked into his chocolaterie. If nothing else, you got constructive criticism from a kindred spirit on a weekly basis.

Could use less cinnamon. 

Maybe with brown sugar instead? 

Oh, that's good. 

What about blackberry jam? 

Delicious... but not my favorite.

"Anyone told you you're a buzzkill?" you said with a dejected sigh.

"Many people. Often," he replied dryly.

"Richie doesn't count."

"Point still stands," he said, wiping crumbs from the flaky pastry you had brought. "People think I'm supposed to be having fun in there for the chocolate to be good when it's probably the opposite."

"It doesn't have to be like that, Carm," you said, exasperated. "You don't have to be fucking miserable for this to work."

He took a deep breath. You had never spelled it out so clearly and it clearly struck a nerve.

"I appreciate you," he said. "I do. But I'm fucked up. And you can't fix me with pies and cakes and-" he looked at the ceiling. "You're an incredible pastry chef. And you're so fucking nice but, uh, I think we should stop this."

"This?"

"You coming here and asking for feedback on your already perfect baked goods. I don't know what you're expecting from me but you look at me with those Bambi eyes and I always disappoint you," he ran a hand through his hair. "It fucks me up."

"Right." You picked up your stuff as quickly as you could, feeling heartbroken and humiliated. You knew you probably came off as needy but you hadn't realized just how much. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Sorry to bother you. Won't happen again."

And you left.

~

Weeks passed, weeks that you devoted to yourself, to feeling better, dressing pretty, baking delicious treats for happy customers, standing in front of the mirror to say nice things about your curvy body.

You had tried and failed to make Carmy see how much better his life could be if he let himself enjoy things, actually savor his chocolate instead of finding four things that were wrong with it upon his first bite. Only now you realized how similar you two were, both wanting to fix things that were probably best left alone. Carmy wasn't a recipe you could perfect and he wasn't your anything really to worry about.

It wasn't lost on you, the metaphor for everything you had been doing - his lithe body and your slightly overweight one, and how much you wanted his toned biceps on either side of your head as he panted above you, letting himself lose control for once. As you indulged in these fantasies, your fingers deep inside your pussy, you wondered whether he ever desired stuff that way. You pictured him, eyes rolled back in bliss, while he held you, and you came with a cry.

~

You were closing up for the night, cold wind ruffling your hair and your skirt.

"Hey."

You turned to see Carmy, blue apron underneath his wool coat.

"Hey," you said curtly, avoiding his glance.

"I, uh, I've been wanting to talk to you..." he said.

"Okay? Can you make it quick? I have to get up at four in the morning," the prickly part of you woke up at the sight of him.

"Listen, you don't need to do it if you don't want to but-" he handed you a paper bag with The Bear's logo on it. "I was wondering if you could make pain au chocolat with this?"

You received the bag cautiously. "How many?"

"I only need two," he mumbled and you scoffed. He knew - he fucking knew how hard it was to make the dough and that you couldn't just make two. "You can keep the rest of the chocolate," he offered.

"I'm still gonna charge you full price," you warned him.

"Of course."

You eyed him suspiciously, his bright eyes and open hands, his overall apologetic manner...

"Fine. I'll come by tomorrow after I close."

~

Maybe it was pride but you didn't try the pain au chocolat with Carmy's chocolate. Not one bite out of the entire batch you had baked. It would, of course, be excellent and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Here you go," you handed him the box, all pretty with a ribbon and a blank card ready to be gifted.

"Thank you," he gave you a shy smile. "Wanna sit down? I'll make you hot chocolate."

His shop was empty - only half the lights were on, and the sign at the door read 'Closed'.

"Come on," he insisted, his blue eyes pleading and you sighed in defeat, sitting by the counter next to him.

He served two cups of hot chocolate and plated the pastries, one for you and one for him.

"What are you-?" you started.

"When we first met, you asked me about my favorite," he explained. "Then you started bringing cookies and pie and muffins and it was so nice. I'm not used to nice things. And you were getting close. So I pushed you away and I Iashed out. I was an asshole."

"Yes, you were," you took a sip of your chocolate. He would be so much easier to hate if the things he made weren't so tasty.

"I'm not asking to go back to the way things were if you don't want that. I just hated how things ended," he nudged the plate towards you. "This is my favorite."

The pastry you had baked with the chocolate he had made.

"You haven't even tried it," you challenged him.

He took a bite and chewed slowly, savoring, a moan stuck in the back of his throat. You squeezed your thighs at the low, delicious sound.

"Fuck. That's perfect," he declared. Your heart beat faster. "Try it."

You took a bite. It was cozy and delicate, the rich chocolate caressing your tongue.

You nodded. "What a way to put my chocolate supplier to shame."

Carmy smiled, taking another big bite. "I'll give it to you for free if you keep making these."

You blushed at the double meaning and turned away.

"Fuck, that sounded awful. Sorry," Carmy said after a beat.

"It's okay," you laughed. You turned to face him, he had a giddy smile on his face that made him look younger and prettier.

"You have a-" he pointed at your lip but then he reached over and rubbed at your lower lip, wiping some leftover chocolate. He brought that same finger up to his mouth and sucked it clean. Your stomach dropped and you could feel yourself getting wet.

Carmy stood up, you could see his pupils dilate the closer he got, see his eyes linger on the low cut of your shirt.

"I thought that if I stopped seeing you, I would be able to focus," he whispered, his breath tickling your face. "I have never been so fucking distracted. Just thinking..." he kissed the side of your face, open mouthed and hungry. "Kept thinking of things I'd say to you, recipes I could share and shit like that," he mumbled, his hands ghosting over your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. "Thinking about your hands, kneading, working, and how they'd feel," following his lead you placed your hands over his chest, caressing his sides. He groaned. "Thinking about your body. Every part of it..."

"Touch me," you practically begged, moaning in satisfaction when he squeezed your breasts over your clothes.

"Imagining how sweet you'd taste," he panted against your lips, letting you close the small distance left, tasting his own chocolate in your mouth as he devoured you. You pulled on his hair, desperate to return every bit of passion he was giving you.

"Carmy," you gasped and brought him closer, opening your legs and scooting to the edge of your seat. His hard cock rubbed against your center, his hands were everywhere.

"So soft," he said, kissing down your neck to your chest. He palmed your breast with one hand and squeezed your hip with the other, guiding you to grind against his erection.

"Fuck," you cursed. "Like that."

You tugged on his hair, getting a low groan in response. You took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth and kiss him with all the hunger you had for him. He bit your lower lip and you moaned.

"You even sound sweet," he said absently, a desperate rhythm building between you.

"I thought of you too," you said, looking into his blue eyes, squeezing his ass to bring him closer. "Thought how'd beautiful you'd look when you came - all sweaty, your eyes on me."

"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic. "Can't wait to take you home. Fuck you properly. Fucking taste you..."

You could feel fireworks inside you, your pussy clenching around nothing, grinding desperately against Carmy, biting on his bicep to muffle a cry of ecstasy.

"Oh, my God," you gasped for breath as he chased his release, you grew pliant in his embrace, carding your fingers through his hair, legs shaking around his waist, your underwear soaked.

"Fuck," he froze and exhaled hard, his nose tickling your neck. "If you feel this good with your clothes on..."

You giggled. "Come on," you kissed his temple. "Let's close up shop."

[glowingvoid]

RAIN WORLD SHIPPING MASTERLIST

Since I am the Sunflower CEO, and I have... *Checks* 74 FOLLOWERS WHAT I decided to make a rain world shipping name masterlist. You can suggest in comments or reblogs. All the names are listed from most common > least common in general, but this isn't a strict rule, some I see equally used. Unique names usually rank higher than two names smashed together, but there are some cases where the two names smashed together roll off the tongue very good

Normal names are used by one/a couple people, Italicized names are used by/decided by a section of the community, and bolded names have been decided and used for a long time/I don't see any other names for them anymore/very common

Reblogs greatly appreciated!

Survivor ships

Survivor X Spearmaster: Glowstick, Spearvivor

Survivor X Artificer: Red Velvet , Survificer

Survivor X Hunter: Candycane

Survivor X Gourmand: Marshmallow, Gourvivor

Survivor X Rivulet: Tapwater, Survulet

Survivor X Saint: Sugarcane

Survivor X Enot: Reversal

Survivor X Nightcat: Nightlight

Monk ships

Monk X Spearmaster: Sunflower, Cheesestick, Spearmonk

Monk X Artificer: Sunset, Sunnyside up, ArtiMonk

Monk X Hunter: Applejuice

Monk X Gourmand: Eggroll

Monk X Rivulet: Lemonade, Lemonshark, Bananaboat, Rivumonk

Monk X Saint: Peacemakers, Banana split, Saintmonk

Monk X Enot: Nacho cheese, Omelette

Monk X Nightcat: Eclipse, Monknight

Hunter ships

Hunter X Spearmaster: Loveletter

Hunter X Artficer: Artihunter, Cherrybomb, Murder lesbians

Hunter X Gourmand: Cherrypie, Huntmand

Hunter X Survivor: Candycane

Hunter X Monk: Applejuice

Hunter X Rivulet: Pirahna, Rivunter, Sharkbait

Hunter X Saint: Cherrybush, Strawberry, Huntersaint

Hunter X Enot: Counterstrike

Hunter X Nightcat: Bloodmoon

Gourmand ships

Gourmand X Spearmaster: Kebab, Spearmand

Gourmand X Artificer: Barbeque, Artimand

Gourmand X Hunter: Cherrypie

Gourmand X Survivor: Marshmallow, Gourvivor

Gourmand X Monk: Eggroll

Gourmand X Rivulet: Seafood, Fastfood, Titanic

Gourmand X Saint: Puffball, Fat blunt, Mossball

Gourmand X Enot: Omelette, Gourmenot

Gourmand X Nightcat: Full moon, Midnight Snack

Artificer ships

Artificer X Spearmaster: Boomstick, Death notice, Sparklers, Spearificer, explosive spear

Artificer X Artificer: Timebomb

Artificer X Hunter: Artihunter, Cherrybomb, Murder lesbians

Artificer X Gourmand: Barbeque, Artigourm

Artificer X Survivor: Red Velvet

Artificer X Monk: Sunset, Sunnyside up, ArtiMonk

Artificer X Rivulet: Bathbomb, Toasterbath

Artificer X Saint: Artisaint, Karmaflower, Deathpop

Artificer X Enot: Paprika, Pipebomb, Zip bomb

Artificer X Nightcat: Bloodmoon

Rivulet ships

Rivulet X Spearmaster: Fishstick, Spearvulet

Rivulet X Artificer: Bathbomb, Toasterbath

Rivulet X Hunter: Pirahna, Rivunter, Sharkbait

Rivulet X Gourmand: Seafood, Fastfood, Titanic

Rivulet X Survivor: Tapwater, Survulet

Rivulet X Monk: Lemonade, Lemonshark, Bananaboat, Rivumonk

Rivulet X Saint: Seaweed, Icee, Rivusaint, Holy water

Rivulet X Enot: Speedrun, Blueberry

Rivulet X Nightcat: Starfish, Lanternfish, Abyssal zone

Spearmaster ships

Spearmaster X Artificer: Boomstick, Death notice, Sparklers, Spearificer, Explosive spear

Spearmaster X Hunter: Loveletter

Spearmaster X Gourmand: Kebab, Spearmand

Spearmaster X Survivor: Glowstick, Spearvivor

Spearmaster X Monk: Sunflower, Cheesestick, Spearmonk

Spearmaster X Rivulet: Fishstick, Spearvulet

Spearmaster X Saint: Spearmint, Thornbush

Spearmaster X Enot: Lagspike

Spearmaster X Nightcat: Inkblot

Saint ships

Saint X Spearmaster: Spearmint, Thornbush

Saint X Artificer: Artisaint, Karmaflower, Deathpop

Saint X Hunter: Cherrybush, Strawberry, Huntersaint

Saint X Gourmand: Puffball, Fat blunt, Mossball

Saint X Survivor: Sugarcane

Saint X Monk: Peacemakers, Banana split, Saintmonk

Saint X Rivulet: Seaweed, Icee, Rivusaint, Holy water

Saint X Enot: Godmode

Saint X Nightcat: Holy night

Enot ships

Enot X Spearmaster: Lagspike

Enot X Artificer: Paprika, Pipebomb, Zip bomb

Enot X Hunter: Counterstrike

Enot X Gourmand: Omelette, Gourmenot

Enot X Survivor: Reversal

Enot X Monk: Nacho Cheese, Omelette

Enot X Rivulet: Speedrun, Blueberry

Enot X Saint: Godmode

Enot X Nightcat: Error 404

Nightcat Ships

Nightcat X Spearmaster: Inkblot

Nightcat X Artificer: Bloodmoon

Nightcat X Hunter: Bloodmoon

Nightcat X Gourmand: Full Moon, Midnight Snack

Nightcat X Survivor: Nightlight

Nightcat X Monk: Eclipse, Monknight

Nightcat X Rivulet: Starfish, Lanternfish, Abyssal zone

Nightcat X Saint: Holy Night

Nightcat X Enot: Error 404

ITERATOR TIME

Five Pebbles ships

FP X NSH: Ragequit

FP X SRS: Sunstone

FP X GCW: Hailstorm

FP X UI: Milkshake

FP X SOS: Gravel, Faulty affirmative

Looks to the Moon ships

LttM X LttM: Sunken ship

LttM X NSH: Lilypad, Lifeline

LttM X SRS: Eclipse

LttM X GCW: Atmosphere

LttM X UI: Pluto

LttM X SOS: Waning Crescent

No Significant Harassment ships

NSH X LttM: Lilypad, Lifeline

NSH X FP: Ragequit

NSH X SRS: Trafficlights

NSH X GCW: Hurricane

NSH X UI: Team Rocket

NSH X SOS: Taboo Dissonance

Seven Red Suns ships

SRS X LttM: Eclipse

SRS X NSH: Trafficlights

SRS X FP: Sunstone

SRS X GCW: Solar flare

SRS X UI: (unknown, please give name!)

SRS X SOS: Gold Pearl

Grey/Chasing Wind ships

GCW X FP: Hailstorm

GCW X LttM: Atmosphere

GCW X NSH: Hurricane

GCW X SRS: Solar Flare

GCW X UI: Morally gray, Gray area, Content warning user interface

GCW X SOS: (unknown, please give name!)

Unparalled Innocence ships

UI X FP: Milkshake

UI X LttM: Pluto

UI X SRS: (unknown, please give name!)

UI X NSH: Team Rocket

UI X GCW: Morally gray, Gray area, Content warning user interface

UI X SOS (unknown, please give name!)

Sliver of Straw ships

SOS X LttM: Waning Crescent

SOS X FP: Gravel, Faulty affirmative

SOS X SRS: Gold Pearl

SOS X NSH: Taboo Dissonance

SOS X GCW: (unknown, please give name!)

SOS X UI: (unknown, please give name!)

MISCELLANEOUS

Scavenger King X Artificer: Regicide

Scavenger King X Gourmand: Shared union

Scavenger King X Artificer X Gourmand: Caramelized onions

Scavenger King X Artificer X Hunter: Triple red, Triple threat

Sofantheil X Scavenger King's drone: Droning love

Hornet (hollow knight) X LttM: Lunar Constellation

Scavenger King X Saint: Theocracy

Judge X Saint: Judgement day

Judge X Hunter: Cured

POLYAMOROUS SHIPS

Threes

Artificer X Nightcat X Monk: Firefly

Spearmaster X Monk X Saint: Beetsalad

Artificer X Hunter X Rivulet: Cherry soda, Seabomb, Missile

Artificer X Hunter X Spearmaster: Killsquad

Artificer X Rivulet X Spearmaster: Ultrakill, Trident

Saint X Spearmaster X Gourmand: Incense stick

Survivor X Enot X Nightcat: Oreo Sundae, Aurora

Artificer X Rivulet X Monk: Lemonicetea

Saint X Monk X Rivulet: Angelfish

Hunter X Monk X Rivulet: Pink Lemonade

Hunter X Gourmand X Spearmaster: Comfort food

Spearmaster X Nightcat X Rivulet: Stargazers

Spearmaster X Monk X Rivulet: Spring flowers

Spearmaster X Artificer X Saint: Dangocats

Enot X Survivor X Rivulet: any% nmg

Inv x Spearmaster x Rivulet: Conspearacy

Hunter X Spearmaster X Rivulet: Pufferfish

Artificer X Rivulet X Saint: Deathsea

Gourmand X Saint X Hunter: Bell peppers

SOS X NSH X LttM: Green tea

FP X SRS X NSH: Triple divorce, Five triple pickle

SRS X LttM X NSH: Mossy Cobblestone

Fours

Artificer X Saint X Spearmaster X Monk: Candlelight

Artificer X Hunter X Spearmaster X Rivulet: Shark-infested waters

More poly ships to be added!

[smilesatdawnmain]

I dare Monke Kid to shove a ton of marshmallows into his cheeks! >w<

MK: OKAY! .... I did it. it was yummy.

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

I love how in your incorrect quotes, Raimundo comes across being the semi-responsible older brother figure worried about Chase being a bad influence on Omi. Like in a guardianship way, not just a Heylin way. I half expect them to get into an argument over whether Omi's allowed to have sugary cereal with marshmallows for breakfast, with Chase being 'for' and Raimundo being 'against.'

Well, that's more-or-less how the dynamic with the three of them plays out in the series.

What are you talking about? He's the enemy, Omi.

Hey, how did Chase get out?!

Hey, Omi beat you fair and square!

Hey, why's he helping us?!

Omi is going nowhere, except back home with us!

You're not gonna join in?

Raimundo is very vocal about hating Chase, especially hating any interaction between Omi and Chase or pushing back against any effect he notices Chase having on Omi.

The hostility is somewhat mutual. Though not as laser-focused on Raimundo, since Chase, broadly speaking, doesn't like any of the monks' affects on Omi. He said he thinks the friendship between them is "nauseating" and tries to pull Omi away from that direction or isolate him from their sphere.

Chase and Raimundo both definitely see the other primarily as an absolutely terrible influence on Omi.

[aznack]

I love how the scugs are foods

surv: marshmallow

monk: banana

hunter: apple

ARTI: strawberry

gourm: mango

Riv: blueberry

SPEARMASTER: grape

saint: cabbage

enot: burnt chicken

I'd say Enot is more like a nintendo switch cartridge

[pruityshell]

felt a little silly.......... so erm

[ask-shaded-cycle]

to monk, can we meet your lizards?

“Of course!”

“These are my 15 lizards! Dots, my blue lizard, Garnet my pink lizard, Lettuce is my green lizard. My white and black lizards are Marshmallow and Shade, the 3 yellow lizards are Lemon, Milkshake and Tangerine, Milkshake is albino. Puddle and Angler are my eel lizard and salamander, then theres Hopper, a cyan lizard, and Cheese a caramel lizard. The last 3 are Hurricane, Ruby and Cottonball, who in order are a Train lizard, Red lizard and Strawberry lizard.”

(OOC- lets all thank my friend for naming cheese, fantastic name.)

[victoriousfidelity]

TYPES OF PEOPLE: DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS CLASSES.

BARBARIAN.

toothy grins. stories around the campfire. clothes covered in pet hair. hot temper. old jeans. heartbeat in head. potatoes and steak. beaded jewellery. bruises like galaxies. mementoes. backpack stuffed full. craigslist furniture. spontaneous road trips. air ripped from lungs.

BARD.

homemade bread. white lies. easily excited. trying on hats. band geek. pep talks. no impulse control. sunsets. vintage fashion. long showers. selfies. following dreams. rosy cheeks. song mash-ups. pink lemonade with tequila. loves easily. animated storyteller. full of comebacks.

CLERIC.

list of wishes. biting their tongue. band-aids and neosporin. shoulder to cry on. morning sun. necklaces. trial and error. homemade quilts. formal clothing. astrology fan. messages in bottles. pleated braids. speaking up for friends. feathers. motivational quotes. vivid dreams.

DRUID.

bird watching. shy kid. wind chimes. trying to whistle. summer camp. apple orchards. lost in their head. glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. hoodies. thrift shopping. saving worms off the sidewalk. pig latin. bare feet. thunderstorms. numb fingers. braided hair. naming potted plants.

FIGHTER.

goose bumps. leather jackets. adventure. chewing nails. cares deeply but can't show it. bronze locks. no sleep. taste of iron. netflix binges. never forgets. combat boots. stories behind scars. table for one. official soundtracks. sore calves. trusts themselves the most.

MONK.

always trying to be better. wanderlust. meditation. sweat pants. old photographs. yoga. sleeping in hammocks. nostalgia. minimalist design. breath of fresh air. baby animals. volunteering. perfectionist. doesn't care about fashion. healthy snacks. noticing the little things.

PALADIN.

school uniforms. thick jackets. sleeping with the windows open. logical advice. scrapbooking. compasses. i fight for my friends. sculpture gardens. cold morning air. big soul. likes routine. secret romantic. last to get jokes. sunflowers. practical presents. misty weather.

RANGER.

herbal tea. smell of rain. blinking away tears. camping trips. collecting bones. swiss army knives. first impressions. anxious thoughts. bobby pins. burnt marshmallows. too competitive. clothes lines. messenger bags. holding grudges. gets along better with animals than people.

ROGUE.

flirtatious sarcasm. candid photos. lost phone chargers. adrenaline rush. picking dirt out from beneath their nails. social chameleon. clashing clothes. self-deprecating jokes. claw machines. sits in chairs wrong. smudged eyeliner. has too many sunglasses. eats nothing or everything.

SORCERER.

infectious laugh. family trees. shivers down their spine. lipstick and roses. mood swings. clumsy. believing in destiny. high expectations. sleeping in darkness. collection of nail polish. passionate. good grades but never studies. poetry books. blowing kisses. not knowing their own strength.

WARLOCK.

knowing everyone's secrets. backpack covered in pins. envy. being in walmart late at night. earl grey. selective memory. conspiracy theories and cryptids. keysmashing. need to know basis. can't cook. bags under eyes. experimental art. flickering bulbs. black clothing all year long.

WIZARD.

piles of textbooks. cat in lap. keeping a diary. indecision. scented candles. studying alone in a cafe. lingering touches. museum dates. unanswered questions. taking on too much responsibility. collections. chalk dust. comfy robes. unnecessary apologies. coming home after a long day.

TAGGED BY: @hexsreality ❤ TAGGING: @emeraldxphoenix, @othunderous, @adreamfully (for sienna!), @theresastargirl, and anyone else who wants to do it!

[marshmallow-bg3]

Monk gear my beloved.