taste of chocolate

you give me a bowl of candies and tell me that 80% are m&ms and 20% are skittles.
I take one and it eat it. skittle.
I grab a handful and eat them all at once. all skittles.
I grab another handful and eat them one at a time. all skittles.
you take 3 out and hand them to me, assuring me that they must be m&ms. they’re all skittles.

at this point, I’m likely to start believing that you have lied to me. it seems like the statistics must be the other way around, or maybe there are no m&ms at all.

at this point, I start expecting skittles. and I get them, every time.

I finally taste chocolate and spit it out. I wasn’t expecting it anymore and I’m not sure if I can even believe my own mouth.

this is why victims of repeated traumas don’t know how to react to good people.

good food feelings
  • opening a family sized bag of chips and having the feeling of “i never have to buy chips ever again because there are so many chips in this bag”
  • the feeling of a cold glass bowl full of ice cream making your hands nice and chilly
  • biting into a smore that you thought you cooked too much to find that it still tastes delicious
  • really hot hot chocolate with really cold whipped cream on top
  • the perfect state that cereal reaches from 30-seconds to 90-seconds after pouring the milk where it’s not so hard that it scrapes the top of your mouth but it’s not too mushy that it feels gross
  • the crunch of lettuce and onion you get when taking the first bite of a warm burger
  • opening a soda on a warm summer night sleepover 
  • sorting fruit snacks by shape and then eating the extras so all of the groups are equal and then eating 1 fruit snack from each of the groups until they’re all gone so there’s no imbalance
  • having leftovers that still taste good after reheating them
  • otter-pops halfway through melting so ur not just eating ice but also it’s not just weirdly thick fruit juice
  • eating alone at home, allowing yourself to eat whatever comfort food or weird combination you want without the fear of people judging what you eat or how much you eat. tortilla chips in a ham sandwich? delicious. dipping carrots in ketchup? live it up. pancakes for dinner? hell yeah. speaking of which…
  • pancakes, bacon, sausage, egg, and hasbrowns for dinner
  • having a warm feeling in your stomach after eating some good soup 
  • carrying a good-sized bag of snacks out of a gas station midway into a long road trip
  • movie popcorn. somehow popcorn at a movie theater ALWAYS tastes different than homemade popcorn
  • opening a box of pizza and seeing the full pizza there. no one has eaten any yet, and there is a 0% chance of opening it to be disappointed that there’s none left. it’s all there, and it’s all fresh, and it’s destiny is now in your hands
  • any/every form of potato based food. just, like, in general. tater tots, french fries, hashbrowns, potato medallions, mashed potatoes, etc. all of them are perfect foods and all of them taste perfect w/ ketchup
  • a big ol mouthful of sticky rice
  • eating on the couch while watching TV with your loved ones
  • tha cronch of appl
  • the feeling of satisfaction you get when you try a new recipe and it tastes good on the first try
  • having a friend cook you something that tastes good and seeing the look of joy on their face when they see you like it
  • eating something youve been craving all day and feeling 100% satisfied with it

There are honestly so many iconic quotes from Neo Yokio, and 90% of them sound like they could (and probably will) be fan fiction titles:

  • “Oh *rc*ngelo, I’d recognize your shitty voice anywhere.”
  • “Charles, I wish to visit The Grave.”
  • “She’s possessed? That sucks!”
  • “Two is the loneliest number, especially when you’re second to a jackass.”
  • “What, do you live here?/ I wish I lived here.”
  • “K*z K**n, the midnight blue dawn.”
  • “The only worthwhile thing about you is your taste in luxury chocolate.”
  • “Don’t flatter yourself, I have no wish to die.”
  • “I’d do it for a homey, are we homies?”
  • “Say it, say that we’re homies./Fine, we’re homies.”

Like these are all Iconic.

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Mint Chocolate Chip Cookies


Yields 2 dozen cookies

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 1 cup butter, room temperature
  • ¾ cup sugar
  • ½ cup packed light brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 to 3 drops green food coloring
  • 1 teaspoon peppermint extract
  • ½ teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 ¾ cups all purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 5 ounces chocolate mints
Equipment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Whisk
  • Hand mixer
  • Rubber spatula
  • Cutting board and knife
  • Parchment lined baking sheet
  • Ice cream scoop

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. Roughly chop chocolate mints.
  3. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda and salt.
  4. In a large bowl, cream together butter and sugars until smooth.
  5. Add in eggs one at a time, mixing and scraping between each one.
  6. Pour in peppermint extract, vanilla, and food coloring and then mix until evenly colored.
  7. Mix in dry ingredients and then fold in chopped mints.
  8. Scoop dough onto a baking sheet and bake for 8 minutes.
Pepero Day (M)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut, Bestfriend!Yoongi, Valentine’s Day themed

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: Rated M, language, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: This was meant to be a valentine’s day fic, but it’s a day late, rip. I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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The signs as senses

Aries: the smell of the fresh air. The touch of a soft worn flannel. The taste of Arizona tea. The sound of running water. The sight of a night sky and a picnic blanket

Taurus: the smell of wild flowers. The touch of another persons hand holding yours. The taste of grilled cheese. The sound of girls laughter. The sight of a hammock hanging high in a tree.

Gemini: the smell of cinnamon. The touch of someone playing with your hair. The taste of homemade cookies. The sound of loud music from far away. The sight of a group of friends smiling about an inside joke.

Cancer: the smell of lavender. The touch of a sweater. The taste of blackberries. The sound of a sigh as you crawl into bed. The sight of your pet curled up beside you.

Leo: the smell of salt water. The touch of a tight hug. The taste of a purple soft drink. The sound of people cheering. The sight of a dimly lit room full of friends.

Virgo: the smell of paint. The touch of silky pajamas. The taste of fruit. The sound of a pencil against paper. The sight of a pile of blankets to curl up in to watch a movie.

Libra: the smell of clean sheets. The touch of a warm bath. The taste of a shared dessert. The sound of your favorite show muffled while you fall asleep. The sight of flowers in a vase by the window.

Scorpio: the smell of vanilla. The touch of a loved one asleep against you. The taste of salted chocolates. The sound of a cat purring. The sight of a fireplace in the night.

Sagittarius: the smell of firewood. The touch of your animal rubbing against your leg. The taste of warm tea. The sound of your favorite book being read aloud. The sight of art being sprayed on the side of a building.

Capricorn: the smell of mint. The touch of a pile of quilts wrapped around you. The taste of a milkshake. The crackling sound of a record player right before it goes off. The sight of your loved ones crammed into a car for a road trip.

Aquarius: the smell of a well loved book. The touch of someone doing your makeup. The taste of icecream out of the carton. The sound of someone bouncing onto your bed. The sight of friends dancing around like nobody is watching.

Pisces: the smell of perfume. The touch of someone scratching your back. The taste of peach tea. The sound of rain falling onto your car’s roof. The sight of friends swimming late at night under the stars.

“Freed in the Rain” - Miraculous Ladybug Soulmates AU Fanfic

Guys, I wrote my very first solo ML fanfic!  I usually only do the drawings for fanfic collaborations but this time I wanted to try doing both!  I wrote it for @chocoluckchipz‘s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCKY!!!  @maerynn-blog, @kryallaorchid, @midnightstarlightwrites and myself wrote oneshots all with a Soulmates AU theme.  Here it is on Ao3 (I wrote Chapter 4)  

Author’s Notes:  Everyone knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time you touched.  Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate fidelity.


“I’ve never been to school before.  I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of new to me.”  Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards Marinette.

He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.

An olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over.  Marinette thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.

He hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.

A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.

She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.

Thousands of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot, otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.

The world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl.  A cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.

Adrien felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well. Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black butterfly.

Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes, once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness, abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and defeating a magical giant made of stone.  Sheer pride at seeing her succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love and kindness?  Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and unstoppable.

It lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.   Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and Adrien choked back a sob.  

They had found each other.  Partners, yes, but also something more.  

The light to his darkness.

The calm to her chaos.

Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.  

Marinette jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up for all those years of neglect and loneliness.

He clung to her as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.

Feelings of protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know.  But he did know her, and she knew him.

More than anyone else in the world ever did.

The umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them warm.

okay hear me out – 

lup got a day from barry, because she loved him, and of course she either gave him a day as well, or that day was theirs to share. and then she goes to taako, and she says she needed a day from him, too, because he’s her heart and this is all very, very beautiful and painful and poignant – but i’d like to postulate that barry needed another day as well, something i keep him anchored, because even though he loves lup with his whole being, he knows this is dangerous – 

so barry goes to team human for another day. he goes to magnus and lucretia and explains the process to them. magnus is confused – he’s not dumb, but magic is just an entire realm of stuff that he doesn’t always have the patience for, but if barry, who is much older than him and very smart, says it’ll be okay, then magnus trusts him. lucretia, meanwhile, is terrified much the way taako was, because she knows what this means and she’ll explain it to magnus later, but maybe not because the moment barry says, “I need you to give me the most fun day ever” he’s out of his chair and just says, “I need forty-eight hours to prepare” and he grabs lucretia’s hand and pulled her to his room and they start planning.

(and he’s so excited, he’s so completely stoked to do all this stuff for barry that she just keeps her fears to herself and rolls up her sleeves and gets into the thick of planning barry’s big day – and after a certain point, she’s so excited about what it’ll be like she’s not even worried. not as much. 

well, maybe a little.)

so they wake barry up with breakfast in bed, similar to taako – except it’s like cheeseburgers and french fries and the lumpiest, shittiest looking, most delicious chocolate cake barry’s ever had in his life, and this big ass glass of lemonade with four umbrellas sticking out and a bright pink curly straw – and he’s already laughing, he’s already having the best day ever.

and after that it’s this beautiful hike where they map the ridges of a canyon, and they find this village dug into the side that magnus found weeks ago, but he was using it as a place to get some peace and quiet, saving it for barry’s birthday, but today is basically barry’s birthday, so they hike down and barry goes nuts over all this really cool artwork and pottery and inventions he’s never seen before. they go fishing along the river and make s’mores by a campfire. they get out of the canyon and they go to a clearing where magnus and lucretia have made these really shoddy, homemade fireworks and barry gets to let them all off and they lay in the grass and stare up at the sky as these perpetually moving showers of sparks and lights fall down around them – and they have one last slice of cake before bed, and barry hugs them each, holds them both so tight – 

his weird, weird little brother and sister.

and he knows that memory of his day with lup is strong, but that moment when he and lup start the spell, he can taste chocolate cake and marshmallows, and he can hear magnus laughing and see lucretia smiling and it’s not the same feeling, but gods, it’s something. it’s really something.

My Girl

Request: Okay, so this is Sirius x Reader where you like him and he likes you but neither of you know that and you ask the Marauders and Lily and Marlene if they wanna go to Hogsmeade or whatever the next day but they are all busy except Sirius. So you guys go and you get cold so he gives you his hoodie and you forget to return it or don’t want to because it smells like him and when you do at the end of the day he gets really happy because it smells like you and he wears it. Basically just fluff thanks.

Word Count: About 2,800.

Warning(s): Sexual tension, slightly suggestive comments, Sirius being hot as hell, kissing and stuff.

Note: In summary, this is a Sirius x Reader work about a cold night at Hogsmeade. Also, I deviated a bit from the request. Just a bit.


“We’re all still on for tonight, right?”

“Yeah.” Lily nodded, shrugging on a warm jacket as she headed out the door. “Marlene said to meet them in the common room before we go.”

As you made your way down the staircase next to Lily, you spotted James, Peter, and Marlene lounging on a sofa near the fireplace. Huddled together, the trio seemed to be in a heated conversation.

Nearing them, you heard their hushed whispers.

“Hogsmeade–”

“Just make up some excuse to–”

Once Peter spotted you approaching, however, he nudged the other two into silence. 

“Y/N! Lily!” exclaimed Marlene, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

With a quirked eyebrow, you took a seat on the arm of the couch. When they smiled innocently at you, you shook your head with a small laugh, looking around the room. You thought it might be best to ignore their impish antics. Around you, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with life and chatter. But amidst it all, you couldn’t spot Sirius.

Not that you were waiting for him, of course. He just happened to cross your mind as you looked around.

“He’s almost ready,” said James, a cheeky grin playing on his face.

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

  • some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

  • ❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞
  • ❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞
  • ❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞
  • ​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞
  • ❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you?
  • ❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞
  • ​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞
  • ​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞
  • ​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞
  • ​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞
  • ​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞
  • ​❝ i would never touch anyone else. 
  • ​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞
  • ​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞
  • ​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞
  • ​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞
  • ​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞
  • ❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

  • ❝ i love the taste of you. ❞
  • ❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞
  • ❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞
  • ​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞
  • ❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞
  • ❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞
  • ​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞
  • ​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞
  • ​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞
  • ​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞
  • ​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞
  • ​❝ blood has such a metallic taste.
  • ​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞
  • ​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?
  • ​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞
  • ​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞
  • ​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞
  • ❝ so you tasted it, did you like it?

03     :      SIGHT .

  • ❝ i see you. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞
  • ❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞
  • ​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞
  • ❝ please, just look at me. ❞
  • ​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞
  • ​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞
  • ​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞
  • ​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see?
  • ​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞
  • ​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. 
  • ​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞
  • ​❝ have we seen one another before
  • ​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞
  • ​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞
  • ​❝ did you see that?
  • ❝ i can’t believe my eyes. 

04     :      SOUND .

  • ❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞
  • ❝ did you hear that?
  • ❝ what is that sound?
  • ​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞
  • ❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞
  • ❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞
  • ​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞
  • ​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞
  • ​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all?
  • ​❝ can you hear what they’re saying?
  • ​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞
  • ​❝ i never said i could hear them. 
  • ​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞
  • ​❝ i could hear screams … ❞
  • ​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞
  • ​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise?
  • ​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞
  • ❝ please, just hear me out. 

05     :      SMELL .

  • ❝ what is that smell? ❞
  • ❝ i have missed your smell. ❞
  • ❝ you smell nice. ❞
  • ​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞
  • ❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞
  • ❝ do you smell that?
  • ​❝ how are you able to smell that?
  • ​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞
  • ​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞
  • ​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞
  • ​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞
  • ​❝ i can smell you from here.
  • ​❝ are you smelling me?
  • ​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞
  • ​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞
  • ​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞
  • ​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞
  • ❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. 
Neo Yokio Quote Starters

Change pronouns accordingly

  • “What up city be-OTCH? Haven’t seen you in a long time.”
  • “What are you doing after school? Come to my apartment and we can get high and have a fashion show.” 
  • “I CAN SEE YOU BITCH, YOU’RE WEARIN A BLACK TUXEDO AGAINST A MIDNIGHT SKY”
  • “I love being in public when my hair’s…WET. I feel like a gucci model.”
  • “You know what? you don’t deserve this big toblerone.” 
  • “I gotta go. Snacks are ready.”
  • “Her withdraw from society fills me with unease.”
  • “My world has become cold iron”
  • “I’m done searching for meaning in the aesthetic cycles of commodities.” 
  • “Couldn’t even find the body. He’s probably being dragged around the Atlantic in a tuna net, like a dolphin!”
  • Water. Ain’t. Weak. Yo”
  • “Sorry to disappoint you sales clerk. But the universe is dictated by forces far greater than field hockey.” 
  • “I don’t know what it is about a well decorated apartment. But it makes me wanna smoke.”
  • “Today’s special is squid ink fettuccine”
  • “Well, that IS the most melancholy pasta.”
  • “Dude that was creepy as fuck son.”
  • “Oh that is BULLSHIT. I’ve been waiting to get the house for YEARS. I’m gonna pimp it out it’s gonna be sooo flyyy”
  • “Hahah- My Style- is NOT conservative.” 
  • “Girl you are wearing khaki’s RIGHT now.”
  • “I could look for CLUES in his apartment.”
  • “The ONLY worthwhile thing about you… Is your taste in luxury chocolate.”
  • “I had a dream a toblerone was in trouble….and that toblerone was YOU”
  • “Do you have a PROBLEM with those swim trunks?”
  • “A run in with my ex and my uncles funeral on the same DAY? Good lord I need a drink.” 
  • “Fuck that and FUCK my dad.” 
  • “You think you’re so much better than me because you fight demons??”
  • “I LOVE water, without water there’d be no nautical fashion.” 
  • “YEAH. That’s your problem, you don’t know how to treat ANYONE well.”
  • “Well that’s enough vaping for me. I’ll see you around.” 
  • “Communism forever!”
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Some concept doodles of a little white cat kwami named Kitti, who’s going to appear in a story @wintermoth and I are working on >:3c 

Kitti is a kwami of good fortune, much like Tikki, whose powers involve bestowing luck. There’s something else she can do too, but I can’t reveal what it is just yet ;D

Her body mass is like…90% fluff.

She is a sweet little mini Kitti with a big heart and an even bigger appetite. She absolutely adores pretty hair, especially the kind that she can roll around in. 

But don’t let her fool you! She has two tons of unstoppable sass packed into that furry little body of hers and she’s not afraid to use it! 

Unlike a certain other kwami, she cannot stand cheese and prefers the delectable taste of chocolate over any other and woe be it to anyone who takes her into a candy store. (via @wintermoth)

(And did I mention she could be considered Plagg’s “little sister”?)

More information coming soon! @wintermoth and I will be posting more about this fic as times goes on, so keep a look out!

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Well, that’s a prank gone right.

Explanation: A few months back someone asked @underversesans whether Cross liked eating chocolate with ketchup. The answer was ‘no’; something along the lines of ‘it’s too disgusting even for Cross’. So I immediately did the most reasonable thing ever: got some chocolate and ketchup and tried that mix — and, guess what? It tastes awesome!


Cross Sans and Underverse belong to @jakei95

Ink belongs to @comyet (though the looks and behavior in this comic are based on the Underverse version)