I used to be like “I wonder what would happen if I set this thing on fire” and since then I’ve learned that more often than not the answer is “it’ll be on fire”

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I used to be like “I wonder what would happen if I set this thing on fire” and since then I’ve learned that more often than not the answer is “it’ll be on fire”
((let's be super brave and send number 16 in for the good old mouka and sylv and hope it is isn't super scary)
16. a pickup line from my character to yours
Slumping forward, knuckles pressed on either side of his hips, he levels a stare upon the purple gremlin. Pulling his arms up into his lap, elbows resting to his knees so he can prop his chin into his palms, he releases a little grunt from his nose.
"Yo, Bright Eyes," he begins, eyes slanted. "...are you, like. A cupcake?" He thinks he's being smooth; "Y'know. 'Cause you're...so damn sweet. Y'geddit?" He leans up, "'Cause cupcakes are sweet? Y-eaaah."
Fucking horrific.
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11. a massage from my character
This is certainly new. The bear's large enough for him to perch on, one long arm looped around the creature's shoulders, while the knuckles of his free hand knead into the muscle between the furred animal's shoulder blades. While his hands work, his tail bounces behind him; a fire type's heat is valuable during the colder weather, and Mouka can't believe he isn't charging for it.
hi
Name: Sylvian Knoll Gender: Male Height: 1’6” Orientation: Pansexual Age: 15 Eye Color: Pink?? Hair Color: Purple??? Smoking?: Nah Drinking?: Maybe? Drugs?: Prob not Job: Explorer Favorite Color: Dark Shades of Blue Favorite Band: What the hell is a band. Siblings: None Tattoos?: Nope Favorite Book?: The Scientific Science of Legendary Pokemon Perfect Date: Can we just stay home and like… Maybe eat some spaghetti? Hobbies: Why should I pick you?: Because I’m cute, small, and will buy things from your shop Why do you even want to date me?: Because you’re cute, warm, and look really good in an apron.
too young too small bye cupcake
DON'T READ BELOW THE CUT! Just send a number between 1-25 and let's see what happens!
Bonus for the bravehearts: reblog without looking, either.
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the signs & their downfall
Aries- temperamental / impulsive Taurus- lovesick Gemini- lack of stability Cancer- inability to let go Leo- either arrogance or insecurity Virgo- obsession with perfection Libra- intense desire to please Scorpio- inability to be vulnerable Sagittarius- lack of empathy Capricorn- stubborn / rigid Aquarius- god complex Pisces- playing the martyr
Artist: サトウチ
Lust for erryboddeh >w>
Lust: 1 person your character loves, or has a crush on.
OKAY SO Bailey is all over the place. I can't determine who she has a crush on and who she just thinks is fun company, tbh. She's a big goofball for silly romantic gestures, like flowers and cute cakes. If I had to name someone, I'd list Javier and Rivor, though she is really into females too.
Mouka's crushing on Sylvian, though he's unsure how to take it. He's never really had a crush like that before.
Milo is an enigma. He'll flirt with who he wants, but is very picky about who he lays his affections with. He's not got a crush right now.
Dallas is such a fuck. He's always a little confused, only attracted to males; he has a thing for grass types. He tends to have silly crushes that come and go on just about any attractive male who talks to him like he's not a bother. He handles his crushes in peculiar ways, and usually gives out free dishes at the cafe he works, or takes less than the meal actually is. He's just kind of dorky and awkward? I can't name any crushes atm because I can't remember who he's interacted with aa
Gluttony for Dallas!
Gluttony: 4 favorite foods of your character.
Dallas loves a lot of food. Donuts, especially! Any other sorts of pastry is good in his book. Outside of only junk foods, he really enjoys pasta! Any kind of pasta, though any mayonnaise is a big no-no. Breads! He loves all sorts of breads, butter rolls and lightly toasted Italian ciabatta, he adores.
Pride: 5 things or actions your character is proud of.
Pride: 5 things or actions your character is proud of.
Mouka's super proud of his ability to hit on Pokémon bigger than him with a reasonable success rate. He's also pleased with each and every instance of thievery he gets away with. Pride over his petty crimes, haha. While he likes to boast about not being afraid of water, and feels an undeserved sense of pride over it, it's absolute BS. He's terrified of water to the point where he's unreasonable about it. Lastly, he's genuinely proud of his brother. If it weren't for Yeom, the two probably wouldn't be where they are today. While where they are isn't exactly paradise, it's better than where they could've been. Each time Yeom does something right in a moral sense, Mouka's filled with an embarrassing flare of pride.
mouka doesn't think there's anything wrong with stealing. if he sees something he likes and gets away with taking it then he assumes it's fair game.
pssst mouka. just so you know sylvian gets rather blushy gushy if you called him cupcake. trust me. I have an inside source~
He barely knows what a cupcake is. A cake, obviously. In a cup?
Seven Deadly Asks
Greed: 7 things your character wants badly. Wrath: 6 things that make your character angry. Pride: 5 things or actions your character is proud of. Gluttony: 4 favorite foods of your character. Envy: 3 things or people your character is jealous of. Sloth: 2 future scenario’s your character would be happy to settle down to. Lust: 1 person your character loves, or has a crush on.
Mouka closed in to Sylvian’s space of comfort, his arms folding up onto his chest as his back touched the ground once more. The Monkey’s face just hung there, suspended in front of the little Imp’s gaze. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up, almost glowing pink.
His gaze skirted around his surroundings, though there wasn’t much to see. Each side of him was filled with a bit of Mouka. What was he to do? What could he do? Maybe it was his turn to return the favor.
With his ears pinned back, the Sableye jumped up, deciding to take a kiss of his own. A soft peck, that’s all it was, all he could muster up, even. But now, Sylvian lay back down on the ground, words disappearing from him once again as he tried his best to lock gaze with the Monkey above.
Mouka's body goes frigid at the peck he's given. He holds like that for a few moments, passing by slowly, before his shoulders shake in a quiet kind of laughter that shudders throughout his whole body. Without a silver of a warning, the monkey slips his arms under the Imp, and rolls over onto his own back, easily hauling Sylvian atop himself. Monkeys are strong, and the Imp's weight isn't any issue.
*reads a very large post about enoch* my boy
A small crack sounded out from the poor victim’s throat. “H…” A slight cough as the Sableye pushed himself up slightly, still leaning back on his palms. “Hey there!” Nope nope, those were terrible, he shouldn’t said something much better. Though, he should’ve just felt lucky that any words were able to be made at all.
A low rumble erupts from the monkey's throat, seemingly pretty dang pleased with having Sylvian sort-of trapped under him. Long front limbs rest at either side of the Imp, palms shifting, letting himself drop down onto his elbows, instead. The bump probably forces Slyvian into another flop against the ground, or at least something more squished.
"Yo," he offers, a bit lamely. The flame on his tail dances above his head, the prehensile part raised high. The way he holds himself seems playful, at most.