#tea drinking preferences poll

[penig]

You forgot tea. That's got tannic acid, too, and it's delicious.

Something that I've personally wondered about for a long time.

You know the drill. Reblog for sample size.

[rotagnus]

love messages for you --<3

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wowww i personally have been having a confusing time in my love life and since i have a bunch of free time on my hands, i decided to do a reading to clear things up for not just me, but you guys too. i hope you enjoy <3 drink some tea/water, and take care of yourself.

six piles because i think the more specific you are in such readings, the better it is. this is my favorite reading i've done so far eeeee i'm so excited!

keep in mind love readings talk about all kinds of love!!

there's a poll at the bottom about what kind of readings you guys prefer! i would appreciate it if you voted 😊

pile 1.

the hermit; 10 of swords.

a cycle is ending for you guys. you've been in isolation for a while, and things have been going wrong for what seems to be forever. you're tired, and at this point, you're convinced that nobody can love you right except perhaps yourself. you've been working on your self-love, and valuing yourself at all moments of your life. you have this thing where you separate yourself, but you are your whole life, not moments. you are your whole life, not moments. read that as many times as you have to. you've been quiet, learning, and you've gained intense knowledge from this time within. you're probably not looking for love, not outright chasing it, but there's a pair of eyes on you. apples can be significant for someone specific here. you've been noticing how certain types of people reappear in your life to teach you lessons, and you're used to people leaving--however, some people are forever. don't worry. you're not always going to be subject to lessons--you are here to grow in strength, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little love while you're at it. you have had a feeling your whole life of not being seen, but the truth is that one day, someone will see you. but before that, you must see yourself. as i've said, someone already sees you. but you won't see nor understand that you are seen unless you do the work and look at yourself and who you really are. this pile has a big fear of being seen, and seeing themselves--you must work through this in order to get what you won't. this may sound rough, but the universe won't give you jackshit until you do the work.

signs: glasses. runways. budgies. oranges. pink roses. science/biology. white rabbits. ancestry. makeup blush.

song: anything -- adrianne lenker.

pile 2.

page of swords; 5 of pentacles.

you're a very sweet person, pile 2. you're bubbly and have rose-colored glasses, probably a very musical vision of how life goes. you're not necessarily a new soul, but you choose to be optimistic and hopeful regardless of the troubles you've been through. right now, you're in a state of frustration though--maybe you like someone and you're not quite sure how they feel for you, or your current relationship isn't going well, or someone's giving you mixed signals. i understand that you seek answers. you're a very answer/solution oriented person, and it frustrates you when you're in this purgatory. anora may be significant--(this movie is really good, i don't know why i feel it's important but it is). some of you may be struggling with financial aspects of your life, or you do work that's hard on your soul. however, my advice to your love life is to look within. yeah, it sounds cheesy, and probably not the answer you expected. but talk it out with someone. type it out, write it out, just so you know what you're dealing with. this person will stay as long as they must--if they're the right person, they're not going to leave. the right person is the right person for a reason. lean on your people, lean on your friends. everything's going to be alright. seek knowledge--you have everything you need to know. some of you may be very physically apt--good at yoga, dancing, weight-lifting, a certain sport. my random advice to you is to train this part of you. i'm not sure why, but i think that it could heal a part of you that's been aching. if you don't have any physical hobbies, i highly recommend you get some. for this specific pile, it is special.

signs: slavic languages/countries. short hair. connection to God. opposites attract. 19. silver rings. cookies. red hearts. braille. stuffed animals.

song: rinsed -- dean blunt.

pile 3.

7 of cups; 9 of swords; 6 of swords.

wow i had to pull 3 cards for you, pile 3. and we've got 9 and 6 of swords, so the number 3 may be significant. right now, you may have a roster or simply many options that you're torn apart on. you're not sure what you want, what you need, what you deserve...you're lost.stuck, similarly to pile 2. however, do not fear; your situation is not as dire as theirs. you're on a journey, and the sky is clearing up; you'll figure out what the right thing is, for most of you a person. you're a baddie but you struggle with your self-image, not just how you look (although i assure you, that you have a glow everyone sees) but also who you are as a person. you judge your morals and you judge your personality and baby, you've got to stop worrying. you have a lot of repetitive thoughts that you can't turn off. i highly recommend this pile to meditate, or do yoga--please, for the love of all things good. do something to clear this situation up. the answer you're seeking is coming, but you've been having this sense of things not being real or things being too real, but it's coming. it's going to come regardless of if you want it or not. so right now, focus on working on yourself. eat good food. learn a new recipe. paint. have a self-care day. it's gonna come to you. i promise.

signs: deer. night. cars. chest/breast area. tea. radio. statues. song lyrics. 8. union. unique features.

song: i want you to love me -- fiona apple.

pile 4.

5 of cups; page of cups.

oh my goodness baby. you've got to pat yourself on the back. something very, very painful has happened to you recently. an earth-shattering event. a lot of grief is going on; maybe you feel like a part of yourself has died, maybe you've lost someone, maybe your faith. you're a very good, very pure person--you desire growth, and despite everything, you keep your head up. you have a wonderful heart, and you're sensitive but also brave. nature is significant to this pile--specifically water. it means change. lately, you've been experiencing a lot of synchronicities, let me guess. repetitive signs that mean something to you, but you don't want to overthink it. guess what? you're not. it's the truth. you have this tendency to doubt yourself, even though you've been right, like, a hundred percent of the time before. i assure you that the most valuable tool you have is your gut. it doesn't lie, not to you. it protects you, and i highly recommend that you please, PUH LEASE, listen to it. someone's coming towards you--for most, a friend that can turn out to be a lover. a pillar of support. i don't think most of you know this person as of now. they're very bright, and they contrast you; you guys are the sun and the moon. right now, you have to lay your burdens out in front of you, and let go, just for a moment. let yourself weep. let yourself feel everything. know that someone is coming to help you, but also know that you have the power to do it yourself. you're not weak. but that doesn't mean you have to do it all alone.

signs: not feeling heard. iris by pastel ghost. getting what you want. kitties/leopards. brazilian music. the present; the now. beautiful nails. pinterest. lotus flowers. fish.

song: easy lovers -- piero piccioni.

pile 5.

8 of pentacles; the world; the lovers.

i had to draw three cards for this pile, too, because y'all are confused and that confused me! do you guys even know anything right now? so many changes are on the horizon for you, and even now, your life is in a major shift. crows, ravens, and felines are significant. you guys are embracing a darker energy right now. shadow work is being done, and the universe sees how far you've gotten. soon, you'll be holding fruit in both your palms--you want growth and you're not taking no for an answer, and as a reward, the universe will give you good things. you'll have everything you want, the whole world in your hands. but you have to make sure you don't settle. focus on the journey--it is just as sweet as the ending. many of you have a mentality of if it's not happening now, it won't happen ever. that's not true...you guys do know that, right? these major changes haven't showed you their tails, and you're pulling at 'em, trying to see the ending. you're not meant to know everything, my dear impatient pile. everything is up to you; it's a big maybe. what you want you will get, but be warned--make wise choices. don't sacrifice your morals, faith, and desires just to settle. i think this card is focusing on growing existing connections...maybe situationships, or you like a friend. stop searching for endings, this journey is the most important thing right now. it's going to be a fond memory for you later on, and your damn lesson is to learn how to be patient and take baby steps and enjoy the now instead of racing to the future. you guys rush wayyyy too much. you gotta take a breath and relax. being fast isn't always a good thing. right now, be slow, even if it makes you mad. find other things to do in your time instead of catastrophizing; also, stop having a doom complex. this isn't gonna end in disaster ;). poetry/writing may be significant for you guys. a lot of you dealt with a very hard childhood; many may have been parentified or the older sibling, carrying the whole family on their back. many people have this stigma that they're never going to be loved and that nobody would try to do anything for them. this is wrong, and you're gonna be proven wrong, dear. i promise you, you'll be fine--but for now, keep walking your path and taking your sweet time. change is near--kiss its hand when it arrives.

signs: leap of faith. kelp, seaweed. health. love is everywhere. dyed hair. real listening. 3. young love. the stars. morning light through curtains. sunrises.

song: love songs -- clairo.

pile 6.

8 of cups; the magician.

you guys are soooooo tired with bs. you're a clever cookie, and you know that you gotta leave. i know some of you guys are against it, and you wanna stay with this person/in this situation just a little bit longer, but the truth is you have to snap out of it. you already know this isn't good for you, and it just feels plain wrong, so you have to leave. let yourself feel upset, but know that you must go. acknowledge your thoughts--speaking to the moon may be significant for some of you. you're destined for greatness, and everybody knows it but you. you must let go and know, trust that better things are coming because they ARE. you're kinda blind, no offense, because you don't see that your manifestations are rightttt in front of you. but in order to get them, you have to leave this situation. you're the creator of your story. your intuition is always on point. you may listen to subliminals, just an inkling. and also, if you don't do any manifestation things, look in your life and see that you have everything you've wanted...although it may have come out skewed. manifest. think of what you want. tread carefully. you'll be okay. but you have to leave. you've been taught your whole life that you have to stay...because of blood, because of loyalty, and ever since you were young you held your chin up and stayed, endured, learned, but in the end, you still stayed. i know that it's hard unworking this pattern, baby; maybe you've worked on it in other lives, but the most important thing right now is to know that you can leave. you have the power. i wish you luck and if i could, i'd hug you right now. love is coming, but only if you walk towards it.

signs: mother. rest and recover. horses. medicine. lying down. the color pink. fields. duos/pairs. thunder/storms.

song: love me not -- ravyn lenae.

wow guys. that felt oddly relieving to write!! i hope you guys enjoy it as it's my most specific reading yet. i was wondering if you guys preferred my readings w three cards that are in depth, or these kind?

[deepdisireslonging]

Cake or Cookies

A good round of sexy texting during girls’ night leads to sexy personal time when Bucky gets home.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x curvy!Reader

Warnings/Promises: food mention, descriptions of injuries (canon-level), dirty talk, sexting, SMUT, oral (both receiving), implied further smut

Word Count: 3080

Note: They can pry the Avenger Apartment/Tower from my cold dead hands. Everything’s fine, everyone is fine; what trauma? Why can’t we have nice things? I went hunting through some of my lost prompts and found a couple to squeeze together. Happy reading!

Girls’ night in the Tower was bound to be dangerous. It was usually when Natasha came up with the next round of pranks to play on the boys. And when Wanda took it upon herself to create the best pillow fort to watch movies in. Her magic made it easy to pile the couch pillows and blankets into what looked more like a cozy cave than a fort. And Maria kept track of where to find any films not already stored in Stark’s library.

You were in charge of snacks. Drinks were cozy only: tea, hot chocolate, and coffee. Alcohol parties were for other nights. Snacks ranged anywhere from home-made chips to hors d'oeuvres (fancy and simply indulgent), to the smorgasbord of mass produced favorite snacks you raided from the corner bodega. But you were stumped when it came to tonight’s desserts. The bodega’s sweet treats were present, cheap candy and the like, but you were stuck between the roll of cookie dough and a box mix for cupcakes.

Stumped, you didn’t acknowledge the warm body that ghosted up behind you until a hand slid across your waist. “It’s girls’ night. What are you still doing here?” Sitting down the treats, you turned in Bucky’s arms and scratched your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

He lightly kissed your forehead. “Needed a break from Tony. Can you blame me?”

“Not at all.”

You both inhaled deeply, cheek to cheek. The last mission had been a rough one. Most of the team had come back banged up. And you still had a nasty scrape of road burn up one leg. Which is why you were wearing the equivalent of biker shorts. Pepper had gotten them for you sometime after the social media trend of those leggings ladies liked to tease their S.O’s with. They were surprisingly supportive of your form. You usually wore them underneath your gear because they were borderline indecent. But, with one of Bucky’s oversized shirts covering your figure, nobody had commented.

Except for Bucky as he slid his hands down your body to rest over the curve of your ass.

“I thought these stayed out of sight?”

You teased a glance up at him. “Usually, yes. But It’s girls’ night. We all wear the equivalent of our pajamas since you boys will be out. You are all going out, right?”

He nodded. “Yes. Eventually.” But he didn’t move. He hugged you closer, brazenly tilting your head to one side with his nose so he could kiss the underside of your jaw.

“Y/L/N!” Natasha waved from the living room. “Are we ready to go, or what?”

A smile spread across your face. You lightly pushed Bucky away, making him whine. Natasha was already starting the voting poll for the evening’s movies when you turned back to the counter. “I’ve got to bake before the party starts. Do you have a preference for what sweets you’d like to be left over? Cookies or cupcakes?”

Bucky pressed up behind you, resting his large hands on the counter on either side of you, and griding his front into your ass. “Cookies. There’s enough cake in this kitchen already.” He slapped your ass, following with both his hands taking tight squeezes of your flesh.

As you gasped, he rushed out. The wink he shot you from the door warned you that the tease would not be the evening’s last.

Fifteen minutes later, the cookies were out, the movie was in, and everyone was settled into their favorite pile of pillows.

Five minutes into the movie, the texting started.

Lover Boy <3: “How’s the movie?”

You rolled your eyes as you turned your phone on silent. If Okoye heard your phone again, you’d never get it back. “We’re watching Magic Mike. So… It’s going well.” You added a smiley face with its tongue sticking out for good measure.

Bucky’s messages popped up every few minutes. You kept your phone screen towards you to see the notification light up your screen without bothering the other women.

Lover Boy <3: “Should I be jealous?”

You: “Nah. Their gyrating doesn’t do it for me.”

Lover Boy <3: “Good to know.”

Lover Boy <3: “Is there anything in the movie that does ‘do’ it for you?”

You smothered a chuckle into your blanket. Each passing second that you took to come up with a teasing reply was surly wreaking havoc on your man.

You: “Maybe. Who wants to know?”

His reply was slow in coming. When it did, you almost fumbled your phone into the floor.

Lover Boy <3: *image incoming*

The picture you received was of Bucky’s hand resting on the top of his thigh. They were out to dinner somewhere, the edge of the table blocking your photo view from the rest of the guys. In the curve between his forefinger and thumb, his bulge was the center of attention. You stuck a sucker in your mouth to cover up your gasp. But the other ladies were too busy hooting for the first dance scene to notice.

You: “Just him? I must be slipping. Especially since I thought you really liked my shorts earlier.”

Lover Boy <3: “I like those shorts because I like taking them off. Girls night got in the way.”

You: “You’ve got to come home sometime.”

Lover Boy <3: “Then what do you have in mind?”

You turned off the flash for your camera and waited for the TV screen to illuminate your face. Sucker holding down your tongue, you sneaked the pic. Before any of the girls could see and tease you. While it sent, you sucked on the round sugar treat. You imagined Bucky’s cockhead on your tongue, as you knew he would too. His reply came in seconds.

Lover Boy <3: “Minx”

You: “And?”

Lover Boy <3: “When I do get home, I’m going to taste something sweeter. All night long.”

Lover Boy <3: “If you can handle it.”

Biting your lip, you smiled into your blanket.

You: “We both know what I can handle. But can you handle what I want to do to you?”

You: “Bet I can blow you so good you forget how to speak Russian before morning.”

You: “Actually, bet I can make you forget all your languages.”

Lover Boy <3: “An official bet?”

Now it was dangerous territory. Neither of you would wager anything that would show in public. Or bring attention from the team inside the tower. But Bucky’s winnings had a steep cost on your ability to walk the next day. Yours usually meant him taking a few days off to spend time together in some distant cabin.

You: “Do we have time to disappear to the Rockies when I win?”

Lover Boy <3: “We just finished a mission. I’m sure I can convince Steve to leave us alone… at least for several nights in a row when I win.”

It was on.

He played dirty by escaping to the bathroom to shoot you a picture of his cock. It was already thick for you, proud and flushed in his palm.

You also escaped. But the picture you sent didn’t require you to take your clothes off. All you did was tug down the front of his borrowed shirt, and splay your fingers wide between your breasts.

You: “Can’t wait to squeeze you between these.”

Lover Boy <3: “9hey now…”

Good. His texting was already stumbling.

You: *picture incoming*

All you did was rest your hand over your throat. But Bucky’s reply of a bunch of scrambled letters made you laugh. You returned to the movie.

You: “Can’t wait for you to get home. But we’ve got about 3 more hours of movies to watch. Think you can last that long?”

Lover Boy <3: “If I have to. Might have to take care of myself before then.”

Wanda looked over as you squirmed in your seat.

You: “You can’t wait for me? I’ll wait for you.”

When the movie lit up enough, you took a picture of the pillow between your thighs.

Lover Boy <3: “Promise?”

You: “Say please.”

His reply, despite the distance between text and actually hearing his voice, dripped with promise. You bit your lip, hearing his growl in your head.

Lover Boy <3: “Since when do get to make the demands around here?”

Lover Boy <3: “Please.”

You: “Since I’m home. Away from the consequences of mouthing off at you till later.”

Lover Boy <3: “You’re not sharing this conversation with the ladies are you? You’re not usually this… sassy.”

You: “This sass is rated E for everyone. But, no. This conversation is just between us.”

You: “I have to stop texting. Natasha is beginning to notice.”

Lover Boy <3: “Until I get my hands on you:”

It was several minutes until you checked your phone, waiting for the others to drop their questioning looks. When you did, you had to smother your moan. He sent one last picture of his tongue out between his fingers. A promise of delectable problems to come.

***

Somebody texted the guys when the movies were almost over. They arrived halfway through you girls cleaning up.

“How was the double feature?” Tony asked. He snagged a remaining hors d'oeuvres off the tray before Maria could stick it in the fridge.

You didn’t hear the reply. All you could focus on was how lust-blown Bucky’s eyes were as he stared you down from the other side of the room. You pressed your thighs together. If the way your chest heaved was any indication, you were in for a long night. Steve barely gave you a glance when you walked past him. Bucky gliding past made him give your departure a second look.

The hallway to your room was dark. The lights that illuminated the floor wouldn’t engage fully unless there was an emergency. Which meant that your shadow was faded against the wall. And it was fractured into several clusters of shadows at reach installation. You didn’t look back. It was part of the game. You couldn’t hear him, but sometimes you could have sworn your shadows had an extra layer.

When you reached for your door handle, another hand beat you to it. Bucky pressed up behind you, pushing you into the room and pinning you to the inside of the door as he locked it. He slid his knee between your legs. Fascinated, he enjoyed the show as you slid the apex of your thighs across the muscle he gave you. He stopped your movements with a hand on your hip, while the other lifted your wrists above your head.

“Did you actually wait, or was that a tease?” He reached into your shorts, groaning to find your slick there. While you trembled, he loudly sucked his middle finger into his mouth. “Oh, ангел, I am going to ruin you. For teasing me like you did.”

“You – you started it. Technically.”

He brought one of your hands down to rest over the front of his pants. “Maybe. But you laid down the gauntlet. How do you want to do this?”

With a grin, you wriggled out of his grasp. You walked backwards towards your bed. Bucky stalked slowly after you. Turning, you ran your hands down your sides, to your hips. And back to the curve of your ass. “Cake?” You smoothed your hands up from your rear to your breasts. “Or cookies?”

Bucky groaned. “The whole damn bakery if I can get my hands on it.” He guided you onto the bed, crawling over you in a way that stole your breath. When you tried to roll him onto his back to begin the challenge, he chuckled. “Nuh-uh. Challenger goes second.”

“But-“

He silenced you with a kiss. As he deepened it, hands kneading into your flesh and removing your clothes, your rebuttal died on your tongue. He barely pulled back enough to remove his own clothes. It wasn’t long before he was working his mouth down your body, kissing and sucking and nipping at your skin until he made it to your sex. 

Sometimes part of the challenge included a timer. Like that one gala when he dared you steal away with him during Tony’s speech, and cum before the ending round of applause. With his head buried under your dress, he won with enough time to participate in the applause for a speech you didn’t give a damn about. You didn’t find out till later that Steve had kept track of when you two disappeared and reappeared. Bucky wrote the time on your bathroom mirror as the time to beat. It had yet to be broken.

Tonight wasn’t one of those times. There was all the time in the world. All night to edge or overstimulate each other to your hearts’ content.

Breathing warm air over your sex, his grin between your thighs sent a ripple of goosebumps over your skin. You weren’t sure which was more disarming: his knowledge of your body and its sweet spots that he could make you cum in minutes, or that same knowledge used to bliss you out over hours till you couldn’t remember more than screaming his name. With his tongue, he began the challenge. As if you weren’t soaked already, he made a mess of you. Curling his fingers through your folds. Delving his tongue deep in search of the ability to taste you for days. When he scraped his teeth across your clit, the electricity tightened your fingers in his hair.

He wasn’t drawing this out. A man on a mission, Bucky was doing everything he could to bring you to the brink as fast as he could. The speed that you hurtled toward release stole your breath. That was his plan. Shock you while trying to beat his time so that you wouldn’t be able to speak. And then he’d win double the bragging rights.

And, damn him, it might just work.

Hungrily, he slurped up your pleasure. Adding a third finger to his onslaught, he curled them all to make you see stars. His metal arm flashed out to pin down your hips before you could arch away from him. The metal was cold, frigid, against your flushed skin. The difference in temperature was enough of an overload to your sparkling nerves that your eyes screwed shut. You babbled a series of sounds, making Bucky hum in delight.

But when he came up for air, gently stroking your folds to ease you down, you surprised him.

“Is that all you got, Barnes?”

“Fuck. Seriously?” He rested his cheek against the inside of your thigh.

You did your best to steady your breath. No point in revealing those six words were all you could manage. After another moment, you curled your own finger. You summoned him to hover over you, dangling his dog-tags in your face. Catching one between your teeth, you gripped and pushed his shoulders until he was on his back.

It was your turn to kiss down his body. Across his collar bone and pecs. Down that center chasm between his abs. From one hip bone, down his V, and up to the other side. As you took his length in hand, you had to smile. The poor man should have let you pleasure him first, instead of torturing himself and his cock with waiting. Gently, you circled your thumb around his tip. It dragged a groan out between his teeth. Good. The more vocal he was, the better you could track his ability to speak. Or lack thereof.

You set the challenge into the back of your mind and got to work in pleasing your man.

The first movements were gentle. And careful around how sensitive he was. Still, each touch and twist kept his voice active. He tried to watch you, but kept dropping his head back in pleasure as you quickened your movements. While he was laid back, you shifted your position.

His head snapped up, and he cursed loudly in Russian as his cock was enveloped between your breasts.

Darting out your tongue, you kitten licked the tip of his cock when it came into range. It gave you no small pleasure to watch your man, the Winter Soldier and former Commando, fall to pieces because of you. He cursed louder in English, Russian, and… was that German? But the more you jerked him between your breasts, the more his vocabulary scrambled together. You waited patiently. His metal hand twitched towards to before fisting the sheet. His flesh hand reached back for the pillows, sheets, headboard. Anything to ground himself. Then you struck. You let go of your breasts and dipped low enough to swallow him down. He roared as he bumped the back of your throat. Planting his feet on the bed, his thighs trembled with keeping himself from thrusting into your mouth.

That was fine. You moved enough for the both of you. And, just as his Russian was little more than the most strained of curses, you settled his balls into one hand, and slid the other up his torso. Your nails lightly caught his skin over his heaving breaths.

The high-pitched hiss from the depths of his lungs was your only warning before he filled your mouth.

Your ministrations slowed. You took every ounce of his pleasure, and smiled around his cock as you sucked your way off his length.

He dragged you up to bury his face in the crook of your neck. His lips trembled while trying to say something. Anything. But all he could do was pant into your skin.

You smiled. And kissed the underside of his jaw. While you both recovered, you murmured gentle reassurances between breaths.

“You cheated,” he finally managed.

“Oh? When did I manage that?”

Running his fingers through his hair, he stared you down. “Those damn shorts.”

With a laugh, you nipped at his chest. “What? You did get to take them off, like you wanted. And I can’t help it if you decided to run your hands all over me and get yourself hard. It jazzed me up too. So, in my mind, we’re even.”

“Fine.” He tilted up your face to kiss you. Mumbling against your lips, he complained, “you’re using alotta words there, ангел.”

“And you’re still capable of Russian.”

Bucky grinned. “Then I guess this challenge isn’t done.”

And it wasn’t until long into the night.

***

Ангел: angel

***

Masterlist

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[pekoehoneyncream]

Colonel König Headcanons

Part One!

Words: 400~

TW: None (sfw)

Part Two

Same drill as with Price, bit too many headcanons to post in one go, so we're splitting it into two.

Enjoy!

König prefers coffee over tea. His favourite drink is “Kaffee Verkehrt” which means ‘upside-down’, it's a popular specialty coffee in Austria that has more milk than coffee and is served in a tall glass.

He takes his normal coffee with lots of cream, but no sugar. He likes the sweet rich taste that whole and heavy cream has over the more typical half-and-half, he also likes that he can use less of it and still make his coffee taste creamy.

When asked how tall he is König answers 208 centimetres, and if they ask what that is in feet, he lies and says 6’8. He did not like the way people snickered when he said 6’9, so he no longer says it. No one's called him on it yet and he prays that no one ever does. 

Carries around multiple handkerchiefs. He handwashes them and keeps them clean. His mother thinks one-use tissues are a rich-man’s idiocy, and so does he.

Doesn't like being asked about his past or his family, but he'll sometimes mention his mother or an ‘Uncle Alexi' when giving advice or talking about how he learned something.

Grew up poor. Not Charlie & Chocolate Factory ‘there's only one bed and we all share it’ poor, but needing to be mindful of money, and make everything last as long as it can, repurposing things, collecting coupons, trading with neighbours, paying with meals or labour where you can. That kinda thing.

Was raised as an only child by his widowed mother. Big Momma's boy. Or Mutter's boy, in König's case. And his mother raised him right! All the aunties around their neighbourhood knew him as “Annika’s polite young man”. Annika never had to worry what the neighbours would think.

König still calls his mother every week and gets Care-Packages from her frequently. Anytime Annika finds something she thinks he'll like she sends it over, alongside a bottle of his favourite jam, and some cookies, and a new handkerchief, and etc, and etc. Every phone call includes König being asked if he's taking care of himself, when he's getting married, and if he's sent back this or that container yet. 

König sends a good two-thirds of his paycheck back home to his mother. He doesn’t need much as he's often living out of a duffle bag when on missions, and he likes his mutter to be able to live a good life without worrying about money.

There we go! I hope you enjoyed it!

I was thinking I'd post part two of Price's headcanons tomorrow, then a poll for whose headcanons to post next the day after that, then part one the winner's headcanons, then part two of König's headcanons. Etc and so on. You see how I've planned this out.

As always if there's anything you want me to write about please let me know, my ask box is Open!

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[papaya-inspiration]

What is your distinction between a tisane and an herbal tea? My understanding is that a tisane is a tea made from plants that aren't the traditional tea plant, and thus would cover everything I normally think of as an herbal tea (e.g. chamomile, mint, cinnamon, various floral teas.)

[honeysghost]

Warm Honey

Pairing: Porter/Treasure

Word count: 1,179

Porter and Treasure won the poll I put out, so here’s some mushy sick comfort featuring my favorite freaks 🖤 Up next (a lot sooner than you'd think) is Guy and Honey!

The AO3 version if you prefer: Warm Honey - honeysghost

“I’ll admit, when I decided to pay you a visit I was hoping for something… more, yes—but you’re clearly not up to the task, Treasure, and that’s not your fault.” Porter’s voice feels like honey in their ears. 

He’d dropped the usual bite in favor of something much softer after one look at them, knowing sex should be the last thing on their mind right now.

“I know, but I still feel bad. You came all this way and-”

“Treasure.” 

He places a hand on their cheek and face their head in his direction. “You are the only thing I’m concerned with right now. Whatever came before, whatever comes after, none of it matters if you aren’t in good condition.” 

They stifle a laugh at his phrasing. 

“Good condition,” they repeat, giving him a funny look. “Like I’m some worn down item at the thrift store?”

“Well, if you’re just going to make fun of me the whole time…” He makes a show of turning around, putting one foot toward the door. 

They catch his wrist with their hand, wrapping shakey fingers around him. “Stay, please.”

It’s not often Porter finds himself unable to ascribe words to a feeling, but being around Treasure seemed to elicit that response more and more. It’s odd, he thinks, being wanted the way they want him. It’s not sexual—at least not all the time. 

They want him simply because his presence brings them comfort. 

The strangeness of it all isn’t lost on Treasure, either. They found it just as weird to seek comfort in him, safety, warmth. This man, this decades old vampire—who kicked off their… whatever you could call this by telling them they had shit friends and asking to drink from them in some piss-soaked alley only 20 minutes after first meeting.

He was even an assassin of sorts. No one in their right mind would see all those bloodstained red flags and still jump into bed with him at any given chance.

His hands find their shoulders, spinning them around to walk down the hall, leading them toward their bedroom.

“We always end up back here,” they remark, smiling to themselves at the thought of having him in their bed again. 

It had been too long since the last time—which was half the reason they’d been so eager to have him, despite being sick. 

Every inch of their body craved his touch.

“You’re trouble,” Porter chides, fighting a smile of his own as the memories of all their late night dalliances surface in his mind.

When they’re settled into their bed, he heads back to the kitchen in search of tea. It wasn’t so irregular for them to start an evening slow, often finding Treasure cooking something whenever he comes over. 

They’d chat idly about their days until their plates were cleared, make tea afterward to relax just a little before getting on with their more… aerobic activities. It was an easy sort of routine they’d found themselves settling into.

When Porter arrives in the bedroom again, their favorite mug in hand, Treasure looks paler than they were when he left. He sets the tea down on the nightstand and presses his hand to their forehead.

It feels like heaven, Treasure thinks. They can’t help but lean into the touch, his cold skin soothing their feverish head. When he pulls away, they let out a small whine, reaching for him again.

At this, he laughs. He’d gotten used to them being a little needy, but that was usually reserved for after they were finished exhausting each other. 

“I made you tea.” He settles into the bed beside them, wrapping an arm around their shoulder and sighing contentedly when they lean into him further, nuzzling into his neck. 

“What kind?”

“The kind that’s good for you,” Porter sighs, pushing their head back and picking the mug up again, bringing it to their lips.

They make a face when they taste it, scrunching up their nose at the amount of honey he’d put in it. “Too sweet,” they whine.

He scoffs, taking a sip for himself. 

“It tastes fine, darling. You’re being dramatic—honey is good when you’re sick.” 

They mime gagging, fighting a smile when he rolls his eyes at their antics.

“Hush.”

They curl up against him once more, resuming their previous position with their face buried in his neck. “You feel so good,” they mumble, breathing him in.

“You’re delirious,” he smiles, brushing off the compliment.

Treasure focuses on the steady beating of Porter’s heart, letting the sound lull them into a calm state.

If they had the energy, they would think about how easy it was to relax when he held them. A hand on their hip, the sound of his breathing, the way he would kiss the top of their head when they were quiet for too long—it was his way of reminding them he was there, that he wasn’t going to just take what he came for and leave, he would stick around a while longer.

“I really am sorry,” they sigh, lifting their head to meet his gaze. “I should’ve told you I was sick, and you didn’t need to come over.”

Porter looks them over for a moment, his brows quirked like he doesn’t understand why they keep apologizing.

“I told you, darling, it’s no bother.”

Treasure nods, not quite satisfied or rid of guilt, but tired enough to let it go.

“Will you stay the whole night? It’s silly, but I feel better knowing you’re here… just in case I get worse or something.”

Or something… If he picked up on their meaning, he didn’t comment on it, instead just agreeing to stay—something Treasure was immensely grateful for.

There were going to be other times much more suited for a proper feelings talk. Neither of them seemed ready for that, anyway. They would much rather settle for the strange kind of uncommitted-commitment they had going on.

“If I knew enough about healing magic, I would offer to speed up your recovery.”

Treasure hums sleepily in response, questions about magic running through their head that they file away for later. “That’s alright, this is enough.” 

Porter lets out a breathy laugh. “This? Me holding you? That’s all it takes, is it?”

They close their eyes, readjusting into a more comfortable position, throwing one leg over Porter’s. “Must be the magic.” 

“Hm. Must be.”

The overwhelming amount of heat radiating off their body makes Porter wiggle around until half his body is outside the blankets in an attempt to regulate his own body temperature. 

He runs a hand through their hair, ignoring the flutter in his chest when they let out a soft moan at the touch.

“Do you want me to put you to sleep?”

“Like a toddler?”

Another laugh. “No, Treasure. With magic.”

“Oh, no. 'M sleepy enough already.” 

Porter presses a kiss to their hair, and another to their temple, before closing his own eyes and waiting for their breath to even out.

“Sleep well, darling.”

[tntduopolls]

if caffeine doesn’t do much for you but you still consume it then chose the option you consume most, there'll eventually be a separate adhd or no poll I just find that little factoid interesting :]

[diagoose]

i'm gonna do a seperate poll for japanese teas,

[jprgirl]

Best TAJ Episode: Poll 10

Use whatever metric you like! Personal preference, technical aspects, whatever! Feel free to make your case in the notes, and reblog to help spread the polls! :)

Possibly spoilery episode descriptions and screenshots below the cut to help you decide!

S2.E12 - You Call This the Real World?

Axl and Gaia find "Brigadoon", a sanctuary away from the debate over competing prophecies. They work through their feelings and gradually acknowledge that they care for one another. Meanwhile, members of the Māori pantheon camp out in the bar, awaiting Gaia's return. Helen increasingly influences Anders' decisions, persuading him to let Dawn go. Olaf reveals that, through Kvasir, he has discovered that Colin has bugged the bar. Olaf has Kvasir tell Ty how he can relinquish his god abilities so as to pursue a relationship with Dawn: Ty must drink tea made from Yggdrasil bark, and must die and come back to life. Mike tracks Axl and Gaia down and brings them home, whereupon Gaia dismisses the Māori squatters until it is certain which deity she will become. Ty drinks the tea; he dies and his god spirit leaves his body, then Michele taps power from the Yggdrasil cutting to bring him back to life.

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S2.E4 - Death's Cleansing Embrace

Agnetha admits to Ty that she killed Eva, saying that someone had to. She persuades Ty, reluctant and still in shock, to help make the death look accidental or like a suicide. Colin believes Ty responsible and threatens him. He steals Eva's body from the coffin and stores it in Ty's freezer, planning a hilltop Norse funeral. Ty tells Mike (and later Olaf) that he was present when Eva died; Mike puts two and two together and confronts Agnetha. At the Norse ceremony, Colin ignites the pyre with a flamethrower. Ty contemplates throwing himself on the pyre, as Colin had demanded, but doesn't. Colin remains intent on vengeance.

Episode descriptions taken from Wikipedia

[four-toast]

Hi!! I came from ao3! Wanted to see if you maybe had something posted here that wasn't there, so I scrolled through your blog and saw you take requests? If that's still something you're doing, can you do something where Nessa's sick?

Thanks!

Hi! Ummmm, I'm sure you requested this with fluff in mind, but unfortunately, it seems I wasn't able to write something entirely cute and happy today (believe me, I've got like 4 other requests and the tattoo one from the poll yesterday that all are fluffy, but I just couldn't bring myself to finish any of them). So here's a somewhat intense one? Happy ending though!

Under Pressure

It was almost nine o’clock and the rain had beat down in heavy sheets all day, pounding against the cobblestones, peppering the window panes, and pooling in front of the door. Every few minutes, a gust of wind would rattle the door, making the little brass bell hanging there ring incessantly.

Barty stood at the front counter, head in his hands, staring down at the ledger in front of him, trying to make sense of the numbers. Evan usually handled this. And the piercings, and the consultations, and the clean-up, and all of the other thousands of tiny details Barty didn’t have the patience for. Evan handled everything so he could just focus on the tattoos. 

But Evan wasn’t there. Nessa had thrown up in the middle of the night. By morning, she was worse, her face flushed, her curls damp with sweat. It pained him to see her like that, so small and defenseless. That wasn’t the Nessa he knew. 

Evan was better equipped to take care of her when she was sick or hurt. Barty always felt useless, like he wasn’t doing enough, but Evan just knew what to do. That morning, he ran a bath for her, letting her sit in the warm bubbles, and told Barty he could handle it.

Someone had to open the shop. And that someone was Barty.

He was exhausted. His fingers ached. His skin felt dirty. He was running on fumes. He hadn’t eaten anything all day, and the only thing he’d had to drink was a few sips of tea, which now sat cold on the counter. Evan wouldn’t have let him do this to himself. Evan would’ve made him stop, tugged off his gloves, pressed something warm into his hands, and insisted he take a break.

But Evan was home with Nessa, cradling her little burning body against his chest. She’d cried when he’d left that morning, but then a dry cough rattled in her lungs. He couldn’t bear to see her in such a state for much longer, so he kissed her forehead and promised he’d be back later.

All he wanted now was to make sure his baby girl was alright, a hot shower, and Evan under him—preferably in that order. 

The bell rang.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath as he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. “We’re closed,” he said through gritted teeth.

He looked up, catching his reflection in the mirror on the wall. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like shit. In walked three kids, probably fresh out of Hogwarts. One of them, a young man with an awful buzzcut, eyed the front counter.

“Hey, man, you open?”

Barty scowled at him. “No.”

Buzzcut frowned. “Uh… sign’s still on.”

“I’m booked out ‘til next month,” Barty growled. “And who the fuck comes into a tattoo shop ten minutes before they close?”

The second one, a girl with a nose ring, walked up to him and leaned on the counter. “You look like someone who doesn’t mind a late-night walk-in,” she said, her voice low.

He narrowed his eyes.

“I mean, it’s stormy out. I’m sure you don’t want to go out in that,” she went on, twirling a strand of hair around one of her fingers. “And clearly, you’ve got taste.” Her gaze drifted to the tattoos around his neck. “Bet you could put something on me I wouldn’t forget.”

Barty could do nothing except stare at her. Hard.

She leaned a bit closer, just enough for him to see the shimmer of silver eyeshadow and a deep hunger in her eyes. “I was hoping for something… personal,” she murmured. “Private. Maybe someplace… delicate.”

Buzzcut scoffed behind her. “Cyn, you’re not seriously trying to seduce this wanker, are you?”

“Poor guy looks like he could use a good shag. And I love a man with tattoos,” she smiled.

That was it.

“Get. The fuck. Out,” he said quietly, pulling out his wand. No flourish, no warning. He stepped out from behind the counter, pressing his wand into Buzzcut’s throat. The boy flinched, but Barty didn’t stop. He liked this feeling. It had been far too long since he’d cursed someone.

Barty laughed. “Say one more word. I dare you.”

The third kid, who had remained quiet until now, grabbed Buzzcut by the sleeve. “Come on, this guy’s nuts. Let’s just go.”

Barty removed his wand from Buzzcut’s throat and pointed it at the door. “Colloportus,” he barked. “No one’s going anywhere. I’m going to have some fun.”

The atmosphere shifted, and Barty ran a hand through his hair. His pulse quickened, adrenaline coursing through him. He could feel their fear. He hadn’t felt like this in years.

“Is this really necessary?” Nose Ring asked, glancing nervously at her friends.

“Absolutely,” he smirked, pulling up his sleeves.

As Barty stepped closer, he noticed Buzzcut’s gaze wander to his arm. His left arm. Regulus had defeated the Dark Lord, but the Mark didn’t fade. A constant reminder of the life he once led. He wasn’t proud of it. He dreaded the day Nessa asked him, Evan, and Regulus about their matching tattoos. But, at that moment, Barty didn’t care. He’d been good for so long. Surely, Evan would understand.

Buzzcut’s eyes widened, and he stumbled back in horror. “No way… you’re not serious… are you? That’s not…”

Barty leaned in, grabbing the boy’s jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Oh, this old thing?” he said, shoving his arm in Buzzcut’s face. “As serious as they come.”

“You’re a…” Nose Ring blubbered.

“A Death Eater?” Barty snapped. A wicked grin spread across his face. “Don’t like to label myself that way anymore. See, I’m a father now. Lovely little girl. Just turned three. Light of my life. But the Mark doesn’t exactly go away, does it?”

Buzzcut stumbled back, mumbling something incoherent about the whole night being a “bad idea.” His cheeks flushed. “Look, man,” he started, “we were just messing around. We didn’t mean any harm.”

Barty stared at him for a long time—too long. “You didn’t mean harm?” he repeated, voice quieter now, but no less dangerous. “You barged in here. Tried to play me.” He turned to Nose Ring. “You thought you’d get a little more than a tattoo. Little something special? Well, hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I’m a married man. My husband doesn’t exactly like me to go out and fuck whatever pretty young thing comes my way.”

“I didn’t mean…”

“Didn’t mean what, exactly?”

The quiet one spoke up. “Nothing, just forget it. We’re sorry. Just let us go and we won’t tell anyone.”

Barty let out a breath. His grip on his wand faltered, and he stepped back. “Alohamora,” he muttered, pointing his wand at the door. “Get out,” he said flatly. “Now. Before I change my mind.”

They didn’t hesitate. Nose Ring grabbed the quiet one and Buzzcut and yanked them to the door. “You should… I don’t know. Talk to someone,” she mumbled before slipping out into the rain. 

The bell jingled one last time.

Barty stood motionless for a moment before dropping his wand to the floor. It hit the ground with a quiet clatter. He just stared at it, breathing hard. 

He stumbled backward, bracing himself on the edge of the counter, and let out a long, ragged breath as he fell to the floor. Then he started to laugh.

Not the dangerous, manic kind from earlier. This was quieter. Softer. Mixed with tears.

He took a moment to collect himself and then reached for his wand. He had to go home.

The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time Barty apparated home. His boots squelched as he stepped inside. The flat was warm. Too warm. Evan must have turned up the heat to help Nessa sweat the fever out. 

Then he heard it.

A giggle.

Quiet. Familiar.

He stepped forward cautiously and turned the corner.

The coffee table was littered with parchment, crayons, and empty vials. It seemed Nessa’s entire bedroom had made its way into the living room. And there they were: Evan asleep on the sofa with Nessa tucked under one arm, her head on his chest. She looked much better than she had the last time he saw her. 

Nessa’s eyes widened when she saw him. “Daddy!”

She jumped out of Evan’s arms, waking him up. Barty dropped to his knees as she flung herself into his arms. She wrapped herself around him fiercely.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered into her hair. “You’re awake. You shouldn’t-”

“I wanted to see you,” she said, muffled against his shoulder. “I feel better now.”

“She refused to go to bed until you got home,” Evan said, his voice thick with sleep. 

Barty looked at him, and something inside him finally unclenched. Evan stood and walked over to them, kneeling and wrapping his arms around the two of them.

“You’re shaking, Bee.”

“I’m tired,” Barty croaked. “The shop… some kids came in. Tried to push me around. I almost…” He stopped himself. Not in front of Nessa. “I handled it.”

Evan nodded. “You’re home now, love.”

Barty felt tears well up in his eyes, and he held Nessa tighter. “I missed you so much, Bug. I’m so glad you’re feeling better.”

She backed away for a moment, cupping his face in her tiny hands. “Daddy, don’t cry. It’s okay!” She kissed his nose. “Why are you sad?”

Barty hesitated, caught off guard by the sincerity of her concern. Nessa’s hands were still on his cheeks, her little thumbs just below his eyes.

“I’m just tired, Bug,” he said softly.

She looked at him, then nodded once. She looked over at Evan. “Papa, I think we need to put Daddy to bed.”

Evan chuckled, brushing a hand over Nessa’s curls. “You’re exactly right, Ness,” he said, rising to his feet. “Come on, Bee. Let’s go.”

Barty wanted to protest, wanted to insist he was fine. But Nessa grabbed his hand and tugged with all her might. “You gotta come now, Daddy!”

“You’re too good to me, Nessa, my love.”

“I’m your baby,” she said, as if he could ever forget. “And you’re my Daddy. And Daddies and babies have to take care of each other.”

They made their way slowly down the hallway, Evan guiding him with a steady hand on his back. In their bedroom, the lights were low, and the bed was already turned down. 

“Want me to get the shower on?” Evan asked as Barty sat on the edge of the bed.

“No, I’m okay. Thanks, Ev.”

Evan didn’t argue. He went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pyjama trousers. “Hey Ness, can you step out for a minute so I can help Daddy get changed?”

Nessa gave an exaggerated sigh. “Okay,” she said solemnly. “But promise I can come back and tuck him in?”

“Deal,” Evan said, ruffling her curls as she scampered out of the room.

When the door clicked closed behind her, Evan turned back to Barty. He handed over the pyjamas, but Barty just sat there, staring down at them.

Evan knelt in front of him. “You’re safe, Bee,” he whispered. “It’s okay to let go now.”

Barty’s breath caught in his throat. “I lost it. In the shop… I… I almost… It just felt so good, Ev. I wanted to…”

“But you didn’t.”

“I could have.”

“But you didn’t.” Evan took his hands. “You came home.”

For a while, Barty just stared at him. Then, slowly, he let Evan undress him. He pulled his shirt over his head, pulled down his jeans, and removed his necklace and rings. He helped him step into the pyjamas and then lowered him back on the bed.

Evan leaned in and kissed his shoulder. “Lie down. I’ll grab her.”

Barty nodded and climbed under the covers. Five seconds later, Nessa came barrelling back into the room, diving onto the bed. She settled under the covers and nestled close to him, her little hand resting on his chest.

Evan switched off the light and slid in behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist. For a while, there was nothing but the patter of rain. For the first time that day, Barty felt relaxed. 

“You’ll feel better tomorrow, Daddy,” Nessa sighed sleepily.

He believed her. Somehow, against his better judgment, he believed her.

He let his eyes flutter shut.

[danandphilplay]

this doesn’t have to be alcoholic bc it can apply to non alcoholic drinks too. for example i don’t really care about coffee unless it’s very sweet however my brother hates sweet coffee and will only drink it black. weirdly i can’t drink tea if it’s sugary UNLESS obviously it’s peach iced tea. but in this case i mean like. uk breakfast tea.

i couldn’t remember if i actually posted this or not but i don’t think i did. anyways that made me decide to create an actual tagging system for dif polls however i haven’t had time to finish tagging stuff (i have almost a year’s worth of polls to go through could take awhile) but when i have done that i’ll do an intro post thing explaining the tags. idk if anyone will be interested to look through them but i think i have reached a point where i need a tagging system lol i cant remember anything. also means if anyone wants to submit a poll its easy to check whats been polled already!:)

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Round 1, Poll 12

Heart of the Mountain: (Arkenstone is Bad News)

Thorin approached Bilbo trying to grasp onto him only for his hand to slide straight through him. His eyes widened even more. No! This wasn’t right! What kind of magic is this? Thorin met Bilbo’s eyes. Desperation against misery and vowed he would do whatever he could for their burglar. Before he could utter a word though, boots clamored down the steps towards them.

“Thorin! Are you okay?”

“We heard a shout!”

“We’re done here!” He called back. “We…Bilbo is…”

He decided not to finish that thought. They would find out for themselves soon enough after all. Dwalin was the first to reach him.

Fighting for a Dragon's Wish: (Dragonball Z AU)

Tea did not seem to be the preferred drink of the Ereborians judging by the way they guzzled his ale. Although, there was a nice silver-haired one who preened over Bilbo’s camomile. Bilbo learned that their appetites could rival his own, and he frequently made trips into town to pick up more food. By the time he returned that evening, he was completely over having aliens in his home, on his planet for that matter.

“So why the Arkenstone?” Bilbo asked the older one who at least seemed courteous enough to have a conversation with.

Before he could answer Bilbo, the king interrupted with a sneer.

[skeleton-mischief]

Can ya do some headcanons for Saint, Basil and Cosmic? As I noticed there was not much information on those skeletons when checking their tag.

Ofc ofc! I love all of them equally. Have some headcanons that I wrote for farm sans x reader and outer sans x reader below! Idk if this is what you meant, but considering that this was when I did the x reader poll, I'll take it this way! I dont see a lot of people doing anything for them, so I've been needing to write about them for awhile now

I hope you enjoy!!

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Basil x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover Daffodil

- As a guy who loves naps, I think he would often appreciate being woken up to you offering fresh lemonade ready for him and his brother

- He loves seeing what other people are capable of, so whether that means you're good at tending to the plants, the animals, the kitchen, or even tending to the home, he's going to praise you. Any help that you can offer means a lot to him, and he will think any skill you have is wonderful

- He'll help you tend to the animals on the farm, especially since some are more feisty than others

- His magic smells of basil, while his magic tastes of melon and berries

- He plays the banjo, so when it's late at night and the two of you are sitting on the porch, he's going to play while sitting in his rocking chair

- He really loves the chickens on the farm, and he would love to let you hold them if they don't try to peck at you

- He loves drinking tea, so sometimes when you're stressed out he'll make some special tea that tastes wonderful and is great for calming effects

- He's a great listener, so he'll listen to any problems you have and offer pretty solid advice

- He loves seeing you wearing his sunflower hat, so he's not afraid to put it on you when the sun is too bright

- He can pick up anything that's giving you trouble, or y'know, you. He loves lifting you up in his arms, it makes him feel like hes providing

- He's really not the best cook in the house, especially since it's Juniper that is the better cook, but he will make you meals when you're tired. He's honestly better at baking, so you can expect him to make you homemade treats instead

- He gets flustered with physical touch, even if it's just handholding, but he really likes it and he's willing to remove his gloves to feel you more

- He likes doing small pranks on those he adores, especially since they're a sign that he likes to see you laugh or look a little silly. They're always in good fun, and he won't ever make a prank that would upset you

- He loves dad jokes and puns, be prepared. If you end up throwing them at him back, it'll just encourage him to make more and he's going to blush when you joke with him

- He'll praise and encourage you till the sun burns out, and even then he'll try to find a way to support and love you

- He's not one for big dates or large gestures of affection, but he would invite you to sit down with him and his brother if you didn't live there. If you did, he'd opt to walk down to the lake with you, where he and his brother built a gazebo, and enjoy a meal and small dance with you as the fireflies surround you

- He loves when you sing, and he's not shy when he wraps his arms around you and dances with you in the kitchen

- He loves the scent you have, and so he'll bury his face in your shoulder and just inhale before sighing dreamily

- Even when your hair is a mess in the morning and your face is scrunched up and you're all disheveled, he'll still find you beautiful

- He prepares quiet mornings with you on the weekends when he's not working, where he'll make pancakes or anything you prefer and a cup of coffee or juice. He'll set up the table or ask if you want to sit on the porch and the two of you can sit in silence or talk about anything you want

- When guests are over he's going to make sure to linger around you, if he notices you're uncomfortable in some way. He often will rest his hand against the curve of your back or rest his head against your shoulder. He's not the jealous type since he's so comfortable with you and trusts you a lot, but these are small moments to reassure you.

- He would invite you to go to the market with him, and he'll make sure to keep an eye on things you like. He and his brother are pretty set with wealth due to selling vegetables, fruit, and eggs. If he sees you eying any flowers, clothes, jewelry, or trinkets, he'll buy it for you. His brother is good at selling things, so you and him would be walking around getting tools, meat, and anything like clothes anyways.

- He's bought flowers for you while at the market before, and he's picked up on flower language due to the seller. You can expect him to send little messages and to pick up on what flowers you like too

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Cosmic x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover starshine

- I think he met you as an astronaut, and when you were transported to a part of space that could allow breath he found you wandering

- He has freckles that resemble the stars, so he loves when you trace your fingers along them

- He's naturally softer than other Sanses in nature like Basil, but he's a bit more melancholic. As a result, you can find him stargazing and reflecting on life. He'll invite you to sit with him if you're willing

- He has a wool that's made of stardust and magic, which results in having a soothing effect on others around him. He often will let you hug him if you're stressed, tired, or upset, which sometimes means you'll fall asleep while in his arms

- He is inquisitive, so he'll ask you tons of questions about Earth if you're willing to talk about it

- The two of you would definitely go roller skating since on 'land', there's areas where you both can get on skates and have some fun! It's cute little date ideas like this he'd have fun having with you

- If he falls asleep, he'll start floating if he's not inside a building or on an edge, so the two of you would carry around ribbon or rope to keep you both tethered for either of you to prevent floating off and having to be caught by others

- He's often touching you in some way whether it's by wrapping arms with you, holding your hand, or locking pinkies with you

- His eyes glow like a galaxy, and he doesn't realize it happens when he's extremely happy, so you can tell how he feels when he sees you or visits

- He only pranks those he thinks positively of, and he'll often try to get you to laugh with him since they're in good fun

- He smells odd, something that you can't quite pinpoint since they're all in space and made of magic after all. It's soothing though, like lavender. His magic tastes similar, but with a flicker of blue raspberry or fresh mint that is electric in nature

- He loves technology, so he'll make you little trinkets or help you with your ship when you are trying to figure out how to get it to work again. With his love for technology, he also will make you random new items and be giddy when he can see you becoming excited or inquisitive

- The more he learns about Earth, the more he wishes he could visit it. However, the more he learns about what life for you is like there, the more he can tell that you both miss home and hate it. So, he'll find ways to distract you if he notices your thoughts are drifting

- He's always willing to comfort you, to stroke your hair or stroke your hands when you're stressed or tired

- He is willing to offer his coat to you when you're cold, since the land can be cold in some areas. It's extremely soft, and smells of his magic

- He has a bit more energy than the regular Sans even if he's more peaceful and calm in nature, so he encourages you to try and experience the weird parts of their home

- He can't flirt for shit but that doesn't mean he refuses to try. He'll often disguise it with slips of the tongue, you mishearing things, or something along those lines. He sometimes will get distracted when looking at you, and that's when he's unable to stop the blush on his cheeks as a result

- He helps you find clothing if it's not his brother doing it, since he knows you'll be staying there for awhile. When he saw you in more,,,'exposed' clothing he couldn't help but avert his gaze since he gets flustered easily when he sees your body outside of the spacesuit

- He's not easily jealous, but he does tend to get a bit insecure when you guys go places such as Grillbys since you're bombarded with questions and attention. He lingers near you a lot and he's quieter than usual. He worries you'll find him boring sometimes

- You're a lot lighter in space no matter what, and even if he's not physically strong on his land, you can expect him to pick you up when you're down so that he can spin your around and toss you up so that you can float with him in areas that have less gravity

- He can't cook or bake, but he'll be so willing to help when you guys make things

- He doesn't smoke or really drink, but if you guys did end up going to drink he'll make sure to keep an eye on you since monster drinks are stronger on humans. So, the sweetheart is going to make sure that if you do drink, to carry you home and take care of you

- He's openly communicative compared to a lot of the other Sanses, but he gets a bit more emotional than he wants. He'll cry with you, but he's going to smile and hold you when you're both vulnerable and listening