One has secretly hoped a scene of this nature to eventually make it onto the show, and the promo images promised it was coming now. So, one went in expecting to finally see on screen the sweet sweet scene of the couple all domestic, chilling on their bed, sharing thoughts; the one one has imagined so many times in various forms, be it in text or in illustrations. Seemingly topped with a kiss, as well - gorgeous for the unremarkable mundanity of itself, without any story points or grand gestures tied to it.
Though the promo image promised kiss was not to be seen, what the domestically set scene itself delivered in substance was such a validating treat one could not feel one bit amiss; something one couldn’t have expected, hoped for, or imagined to come worth.
The end scenes of the episode made some major personal head canons true on screen! Namely the fact of Paul immediately recognizing the nature of one talking by oneself as if to a lost loved one, and admitting carrying Hugh similarly with him after Dear Doctor’s death. And, the fact, that both of the men hate the augmentations on Paul’s arms.
Seemingly tiny things perhaps, but these have both been some of the most persistent themes in my past writing of these two. And much as I abhor to go back to my past scribbles, I felt compelled to quickly go through whole of the Honey Mushroom series, and collect below all of the narratives focused on Paul talking to Hugh in his mind, and the instances mentioning the shared bother of the spore drive augmentations.
Which now suddenly as if offer possible context for the on-screen dialogue:
“God, I hated those things.” “I hated them more.”
I realize this is quite individual a glee, specific to curious personal head canon nuggets (and perhaps to those who might’ve enjoyed the nuggets / nursed any similar own ideas), but I am beyond ecstatic for those nuggets to have now made it on screen and/or fit into the canon, complementary to the narrative!
How ever coincidental, I think one must thank at least Anne Cofell Saunders, the writer of the episode, for including these specific allusions / plot directions, and in doing so making reality of one’s particular head canons. And, that gratitude must also be extended to anyone else, who might’ve been involved in what ever capacity in the process of bringing these into the show’s in-universe reality.
Feels like such an immense affirmation of one’s year(s) spent passionately imagining these unmentioned-in-canon dimensions (regardless how ever fumblingly). Such joy to see these once dearly envisioned behind-the-scenes aspects brought on screen, and into the canon.
From my second ever narrative, and the first to mention the augmentations, if not yet for the precise shared discomfort factor. Also the first to feature Paul talking to Hugh after the death:
[He shifted on the chair and reached for his forearm. Feeling out the hard plastic augmentation with his fingers. Rubbing it in a circular motion on top of his muscles, letting the gentle pressure push against his bones.
They were another reason - the augmentations - why he had felt so bare at the gym dressing rooms. He had only ever really bared them in the engineering for their designed purpose, and with Hugh around in the sickbay or in the confinements of their quarters. He had showed them to few others of course on occasion, but on his own discretion. He wasn’t comfortable letting them ‘hang out’ like he had just done. It too left him feeling exposed.
“They keep insisting I go in for a medical examination”, Paul muttered out quietly, while skimming through his calendar, like he was expecting Hugh - his resident consultant on all things medical - to actually answer.]
From my only ‘alternative future’ story, with the first ever allusion to the shared discomfort with the apparatus. Also the narrative, which solidified the idea of Paul harboring Hugh ‘alive’ in his mind well after the death:
[ Paul smiled. He put his hand in his hair again, mussed it around a bit, adjusting it from side to side, observing it closely from the mirror. “And you won’t mind this either?” He asked with a faint look of apprehension on his face, “it’s still getting thinner and thinner each year.” “You know I always loved that”, Hugh spoke to him with most affectionate tone, as Paul could feel fingers play with the little swirl of thinning hair on the back of his head, “it makes you look irresistibly manly.”
“Like these”, Hugh continued, as Paul raised his arms in front of himself, displaying the thick, fluffy white hair covering his forearms, “I love falling asleep into this softness.” “Well, you’re in luck then. They sure aren’t thinning any”, Paul snickered, “I think the hair on my head might be migrating there in fact”. He could hear Hugh chuckle and felt a light encouraging pat on his hips.
Paul turned away from the mirror and walked slowly to the small kitchen cabin in the corner of the room. “Always hated shaving any of that off for those spore drive ports, just so you know.” he could hear Hugh’s voice commenting back at him. Paul was replicating his morning drink. “You won’t mind me saying then, how glad I was to get those off eventually”, Paul conversed in his head as he watched the replicator form a cup of tea.
“Of course not, Mushroom”, Hugh sounded to respond from the bed, “we’ve been through this many times. You don’t need to feel sorry for getting rid of those.”
“Yeah…” Paul muttered as he walked back to the room with a fresh cup of tea in his hands, “it just felt then like I was throwing something of you away”, he thought sitting down on the bed, “I know it’s silly.”
“It is. You know I wasn’t too keen on those things ‘hogging’ your arms either”, Hugh let out a little laugh, “and you really haven’t thrown any of me away.”
Paul looked sheepishly down to his tea. He knew what was coming.
“Don’t you think you should?” Hugh asked with a slight hint of worry in his voice.]
A short, based solely on the premise of the discomfort of the augmentations:
[ Hugh wakes up to it again. To Paul’s arm wrapping around him. Dang, it used to be one of the best feelings in the mornings to wake in the safety of his Honey Mushroom’s manly arms. Now, there’s often this unforeseen complication. And Hugh has in part himself to blame for it too.
“Mushroom”, Hugh tries to carefully arouse the sleeping man’s attention by shaking him a little. He gets no response.
“Honey, can you move your arm a bit”, Hugh tries a little louder and attempts to wiggle himself from the man’s grip, but Paul just mumbles something in his sleep and won’t move. The arm wants to hold on to Hugh. Dammit. He loves it, but just not like this.
“Paul!” Hugh makes no attempt to discretion anymore, “will you let go of me!”
“What!?” Paul wakes up shouting irately at the abrupt wake-up call.
“Your damn augmentation is boring into my hip again”, Hugh lets the understandably agitated response get to him and snaps back in equal tone, which is far more harsh than necessary.
“Well, who the fuck’s fault is it, it’s there!?” Paul huffs back, fiercely as only provoked Paul would - even when half asleep, like he is right now.
“I know, I know. And you’re very welcome, by the way”, Hugh sneers, “just move it”.
“Fine!” Paul scoffs and yanks his arm to his own side of the bed, turning his back to Hugh as he does so. Hugh turns back to face his side as well.
The doctor then immediately feels regret for having gotten so agitated. He’s upset for the situation - lamenting over losing those comfy arms for the good of this ship -, not mad at the man.
How difficult for the man himself it must be to adjust? And Paul hasn’t once complained. Oddly so.
Hugh had just let his own less than satisfactory wake-up ruin Mushroom’s morning as well, hadn’t he?
“I’m sorry, Paul”, Hugh turns to look at the man over his shoulder, "I didn’t mean to yell. I’m not upset with you".
“I know”, Paul’s sleepy voice sounds faintly somewhere behind the man’s back. He’s not turning back around.
Hugh worries his outburst might scare Paul to thinking twice before embracing him again. And he loves his cuddly Paul.
“Of course you’re still welcome to snuggle”, Hugh assures Paul, letting the regret sound in his voice.
But the man doesn’t hear him, he’s fast asleep again. And Hugh’s bed feels that much emptier without the safety of his man’s arms around him.]
From one, which references events referenced on screen, namely the introduction of the (preliminary) augmentations by revealing them installed on Paul’s arms:
[Maybe it had indeed been but a dream after all. Like all of this. Perhaps like all the other times he remembers too. Those instances when they had been somewhere quite surprising - and admittedly quite exciting -, getting distracted by each other from their intended tasks.
Like, when at the Medbay, setting up these brand new spore drive ports on his arms, for a brief stolen moment before the evening shift had arrived to relief Hugh.
Indeed, occasionally he had been back as they were in the middle of hurriedly moving that task to their quarters to follow up on those distractions. Like they must have done just now, judging from the state in which their clothes lay scattered around the room and by the selection of tools haphazardly laid on the coffee table next to them. Like they ever really had any intention to use those once here on this couch.
Paul regards the augmentations on his forearms.
He’s getting a lot of extra orientation practice to the devices through these repeats however, Paul muses. Would Hugh notice anything? Will Mushroom have hard time explaining to the doctor after all of this, how he’s so well adjusted to these things so soon after installation?
He realizes this right now as he catches himself cursing them, positioning his arms so that the ports wouldn’t chafe against their bare skins. Is it too late to rethink these apparatus?]
From one, where Paul regards the augmentations at Hugh’s wake:
[Paul remembers wrapping his arms around that waist each and every night.
He shifts his arms. The spore drive ports on his forearms, beneath the layers of sleeves, suddenly feel so alien again right then.
It’s not his first time in civilian clothing with them (thanks to his insistence on own comfort wear out of the uniform), but it is the first time with them off duty, since he’s off the ship. And they feel grossly out of place in these Earthly settings.
Hugh too had come to dislike them - his own invention - as soon as it had become apparent how they were an obstruction between their embraces.
Paul should get them removed, if they’ll no longer serve a purpose.
He takes his hands out of the pockets, folds his arms over his chest and goes back to staring across the room with what must appear quite a stern look.]
And this one, which doesn’t technically count for similar ‘shared bother’ reasons either, perhaps, but is a whole narrative very much build around the inconvenience of the augmentations:
Plus, couple saucy ones, which I won’t list here, lest I actually ever want to share this post *ha* More below:
While at it, (and, perhaps more importantly) here are the narratives build around the ideafact(!!) of Paul living with Hugh ‘alive’ in his mind after the death - in narrative order (some already featured above, too). Hardly captured by a single quote, but for a taste:
[He had finally heard it. The voice. Hugh’s voice trying to calm him down, “Paul. You need to let yourself be upset. You need to let the tears come.” ]
A delightful, relieved curiosity filled Paul’s mind momentarily as he peered into the darkness of the room wide-eyed, to see where the gentle, familiar voice calling him out was coming from.
Then he remembered, and with a loud, derisive scoff sank back into his darkened state of mind, slumping back down on the couch.
[None of this should matter. Not the suit, not the event, not the crowd. Paul is not here, and Hugh is not gone. Not yet anyway. They are still very much together, and just about to leave somewhere off by themselves, once done with this circus. To enjoy each others’ company somewhere away from all of this dreary pretend. Such a presentation, and for whose sake?
“You don’t mind, if I’m not honoring you in accordance to the Fleet standards, do you?”
He still gets no response. Hugh hasn’t talked to him since Paul disembarked that cursed ship. He’s still here though, isn’t he? Paul would surely feel it, if the man left.]
[“Yes. We are too damn young to be thinking about retiring yet.” Paul said and turned to look by his side instinctively, only to see there was really no-one there, of course.
He let out a little huff and smiled to himself. Then turned back to face the beach in front of him, and paused to think again.
“It will surely be painful to be near it all on the Discovery”, his mind went on, “but I’m not quite ready yet to let go of what we had there either”.
“Our only home together?” Hugh came back beside him.
“Our first home together”, Paul specified, “so far…"]
[ “Dear, I’m home”. He can just imagine himself standing there at the door of their cabin, staring into the empty, cold room that used to be. All the pleasant memories now tainted. How exactly will this be helping him to get over?
“But please, do remind me again”, Paul whispers to himself, and hears a heavy, sympathetic sigh in reply, as if preparing itself for telling him of all the ways he’s doing the right thing to move on, and how it’s proud of him for not giving up, and how it supports him, and all that fucking sentimental nonsense, it’s had to tell him already, over and over. And which yet Paul needs to hear. To keep faith. To not forget. ]
[ “Hmh”, Paul shrugs, taking in the thought, suddenly a slight twinkle in his eyes, “…but I have too much ‘unbridled passion’ you say?” he then yields, disregarding his persistent gravity, as he apprehensively turns his playful smirk at Hugh, readying himself for this blessed dream to end short.
But the man stays here. Startlingly, staring right back at Paul’s surprised gaze with almost haunting clarity. Paul’s grip on the newly corporeal man tightens in a moment of incredulity.
For the first time in weeks - but which feels like a year - Paul is able to see the man, to look into those loving eyes again, bathe in that radiant smile, and respond to all of the emotions he now thirstily reads from the man’s beautiful face. And fuck, if there aren’t tears on Paul’s own.
[ He could feel Hugh’s gaze on himself. “You realize, you actually wanted me gone today?”, he heard Hugh speak out gently, “I got in your way”.
Paul’s smile turned to an anguished frown. The tone of understanding in Hugh’s voice hurt him. “Never”, he attested firmly. He lay there as still as possible, staring at the ceiling, afraid to move too much, or turn to glance at his side, lest it chased away this sensation of Hugh beside him.
“You are being stubborn again, Mushroom”, Hugh whispered with a hint of worry in his voice, “why do you still cling on so desperately?”. He was so close Paul could almost feel the breath on him - or was that the sea breeze perhaps - “You said you’d be okay, if I left - why won’t you let me then?”]
So I’m not super in to the Nesta and Azriel best buddies for forever relationship BUT
I do love the idea of them having conversations about and connecting through the darkness and the shadows they both deal with on the regular. That is where I think the mutual respect will come from
I’m willing to bet my life savings that once Hawkeye got back to the states he started fan-boying about Elvis Presley.
Margaret would DEFINITELY sing “Material Girl” by Saucy Santana in some asshole’s face with a bunch of other women if she was in modern day.
Father Mulcahey is ace and pan-romantic, and believes that Jesus was too.
BJ and Trapper meeting would require Hawkeye to stand in the middle and be a middle man.
Radar got home sickness when he returned to the States.
Winchester actually truly loved (platonically) BJ and Hawkeye, after leaving Korea, he desperately searched for them both to have some happy nostalgia.
Hawkeye is bi- though an obvious preference for women.
Colonel Potter would totally be a vet-tech or veterinarian if he could.
BJ can’t dance without Hawkeye’s help.
Klinger became a drag-queen after he returned to the States, and invited everyone from the 4077 to shows.
Gojo flirts with Nanami. A LOT. But Nanami can’t take his senpai words seriously cause his words never felt sincere, his senpai is a pain in the ass but he can’t help falling for him and he keep denying his feelings, trying to find 100 ways to mock him. Hoping that his feeling will washed away if he remembers all of the headaches that Gojo caused, and he fails miserably. He keeps getting jealous whenever he saw Gojo and Geto hanging out together because those two are inseparable and god forbid Nanami to imagine that he has a chance to be with his stupid senpai. But not until that summer when they went to the night festivals. When the fireworks light up, Gojo kiss Nanami first, his lips taste like a sweet cotton candy.
And it’s soft, tasted exactly like how Nanami imagines everynight before he goes to bed.
‘Trick or treat!’ 'Treat or DEATH’ 'I demand chocolates’
Just your average couple of kids trick or treating! ;) don’t worry, they’re not as scary as they look
Image ID and the old doodle this is technically a redraw of below the cut!
[ID: A halloween themed illustration of the Under tale characters Frisk, Chara, and Flowey.
Main Image: The background is dark and on the top left is the words ‘Trick or treat!’ in orange blocky capitals. There is Chara’s signature smiley face in the same font below.
Frisk is on the lower centre. They are wearing a vampire costume with fake fangs and a red cape. Frisk is holding up an orange, pumpkin shaped container to the camera. Wrapped around the pumpkin is a few of Flowey’s vines.
Flowey is to the left of Frisk. His face is upsidown and he was put on a creepy face. His eyes are blacked out and dripping black goo. His smile is similarly goopy. he is wrapped around Frisk however, only a few vines are visible.
Chara is floating bove both Flowey and Frisk. They have their normal striped jumper on. Their left hand in holding onto Frisk’s head. The other is behind Flowey’s head and is loosly holding a red magic knife. Chara’s eyes and mouth are black and goopy like they are in jump scare at the end of Undertale. They smiling and their face and hands are the only parts that are well lit.
All three characters are lit with bright warm lights coming from the house they are trick or treating. There rest of their bodies melt into the dark background. Frisk is the most well lit and Chara is primarily in shadow.
Bonus Image: A childish sketch of a similar scene. The lineart is rough and it is not coloured. Above the doodle are the words ‘F: trick or treat!, F/A: Treat or Death!, C: I demand candy!’. The date of the drawing is written below to the left ‘Oct 2016′.
To the left of the image is a doodle of a person with short hair looking down at a child with long hair who is drawing. the shorted haired person has a speech bubble reading ‘Oh i am so stealing that’.
Frisk meets older, living-together long-time-partners, Suzy and Noelle!
(Cause y’know, Undertale likely takes place at least a few decades after Chara fell in 201X. And while Suzy at least is implied to be a kid in both like Snowy and MK. I still like the idea of her and Noelle growing up in 201X at the same time as Asriel)
ID below the cut
[ID: Fanart of Frisk, Susie, and Noelle from the game Under Tale.
The background is light blue with snow falling in large flakes.
Each character is shown from their waist up. Frisk is in profile on the far left. They are looking towards Susie, who is center, and Noelle who is on the right.
Susie is smiling open mouthed showing off her sharp yellow teeth. She is wearing a grey puffy coat and a thick stripped burgandy and yellow scarf. One of her purple hands rests on Frisk’s head and the other on Noelle’s back. There is a speech bubble made from her condencing breath that reads “Heh, You’re alright kid!”
Noelle is to the right of Susie. She is leaning over, lookng kindly down at Frisk. Her golden hair is in a low braid and she is wearing a black and white robe with blue trim. She is also wearing black gloves with red and green checkers on the back. Her hands are held in front of her conjuring light blue ice magic. She also has a speech bubble made of her breath that reads “Want a popsicle?”
On the left, Frisk is wearing their customary stripped blue and purple shirt. They are also wearing Papyrus’ scarf that they borrowed. They are grinning up at Noelle. There is a smaller speech bubble made from their breath that reads “!!!”.
Just finished binging the BBC comedy Ghosts and, from a world building perspective there are some interesting implications…
(I don’t expect the writers to flesh any of this out, or to even care about these particular things. My brain just grabbed some pieces, went “neat!” and smashed ‘em together)
So, we know ghosts can experience some sort of sensation as passing through a living person (even partially, such as a hand through an arm) causes discomfort and nausea. And it’s implied they can smell things, but not feel temperature.
Then there’s the fact that they can sit and lie on things (like chairs, beds, the roof, etc), but pass through walls and furniture when walking (or leaning). A joke is even made about it in S3. Add in Robin’s and Julian’s abilities to affect the physical world, the Plague Girl’s ability to be heard by the living, and Lady Button’s ability to be captured on film, and it’s not too far fetched to think that a) the ghosts do physically interact with the world, and b) what they do and do not interact with is partially determined by their own subconcious expectations
Then, in S3, Allison is able to talk to them on the phone, which, again, implies they are physically interacting with the world (the phone has to be picking up something that then gets transmitted to the other end).
(And if you want to point out that Pat and Thomas weren’t recorded when they tried with the ghost hunters in S1, well… I wonder if Allison would have heard what they’d said if she’d listened to the recording)
So… what if they installed some sort of smart home system? The devices should be able to detect the ghosts’ commands, thus allowing them to change the channel, play music, browse the web, and other activities without having to rely on Allison’s assistance.
Also, given that sense of taste is largely impacted by sense of smell, it’s theoretically possible they could “eat” strongly flavoured food by passing the item through their mouth. (Because, again, they experience some sensation when passing through things, and the psychosomatic expectation of tasting food would require it to be “eaten”)
Anyway… those are some random thoughts I had.
Anybody else watched the show and developed theories about the ghosts and how they can interact with the world?
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Being a Hufflepuff and Sirius Black’s child when he escapes from Azkaban would involve:
You’re sitting with your friends on the Hufflepuff table when you hear the news, and you have a sinking feeling in your gut.
Your mother, although weren’t particularly close with her, had told you of parentage and who your father was. She personally never believed he was guilty, but also told you not to tell anyone who your father was because she knew the world wasn’t ready to hear the truth and wouldn’t believe you.
Being friends with Harry, and hearing the rumours that Sirius is out to get Harry.
Not wanting to believe the rumours about your father and how he’s gone crazy, and is dangerous.
Meeting him when he comes for Peter Pettigrew.
Him being in shock that he has a child because your mother never told him of her pregnancy.
[“Sirius, please, I’m your child, I just want to help-”
“-M-my child?”
“Yes… I- I didn’t know if you knew… My mother is [M/N], you were seeing her during the way before… before you were arrested.”
“Oh… I-”
“-I’m not expecting anything, I just… I wanted you to know you had someone on your side.”]
Helping him escape along with Harry and Hermione.
Hating to say good bye to your father because you’ve only just bonded to him, but knowing he has to leave for his own safety.
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Sandor taking care of you when you’re hurt/sick would involve:
Despite Sandor’s prickly exterior personality (and physicality too), he does soften when he’s around you.
He doesn’t like to admit it, but he would do anything for the ones he loves; that includes you. (Not that he would ever dream of saying it to you just yet. He’s scared he’ll push you away, or you’ll run away- he’s not sure which is worse).
…But back to the actual situation at hand.
If you are hurt:
He will feel like it’s his fault, even if he isn’t responsible.
After you coax him out of his worrying spell, he will be giving all of his attention to you.
You insisting he kisses you better. He tells you it’s childish, but actually he loves it and is blushing. (Not hiding it very well, you might add).
Doting on you; this man will get you what you need. And, will threaten anyone who get’s in his way trying to do this.
Laying with you in bed when you ask. He’s not use to physical touch that is this soft and this kind, but he does relax into it. Sandor is very conscious of hurting you, so will only delicately touch you- which is not like his nature.
Will be sarcastic with you. His wit is still sharp even when you’re hurt.
You don’t mind, though. It cheers you up- you prefer it to the pitty.
If you’re sick:
Will get the best medicine man and best cures around. He doesn’t listen if you tell him it’s just a cold, and you’ll be fine.
Makes sure that you have pain killers, and that you’re comfortable.
Will also lay down with you- much to your protest, because you do not want to get him ill.
He doesn’t care, he would get ill for you.
Kissing him on the cheek, and telling him you’ll save the rest until you’re not sick. Sandor whines, but accepts you promise.
((He does get sick, but you take care of him, so he considers getting ill worth it.))
There’s a head canon going around that the MC is always smiling like that because they don’t understand english. I love the idea of Moon just making it through the whole game without anyone finding out that she only understands japanese.
I think I made this in like half an hour. I can’t stop making SM comics. It’s time to stop.
adrien paints his nails and it’s cannon. ive confirmed it. you don’t need to check ive already done it for you. there’s no need to ask thomas he already told me. you can trust me. it’s okay. i would never lie to you. adrien paints his nails pretty colors and it’s confirmed
I always kind of think that the First Order started as a nationalistic political movement within the Imperial Remnant, particularly popular amongst the military.
In my head cannon, the IR is made up of many different pro-Imperial factions, and, although united under one cause, there is always a lot of infighting and jostling for positions. That is one reason why the New Republic didn’t take the FO very seriously, even when the FO got strong enough to take control of the IR as a whole, the NR just assumed it was yet another Imperial faction that would fall away eventually.
Also have always thought that a lot, if not most, of the ships the FO use, like the TIE/sf, and the TIE Silencer, and the Resurgent Class SD, were either already in use by the IR, or were being developed already.
Broke: Crowley had such trouble walking on consecrated ground because he’s a demon.
Woke: Crowley had such trouble walking on consecrated ground because he’s a demon and he doesn’t wear real clothing, so he just magicked his feet into shoes and that was An Mistake.
Bespoke: Crowley doesn’t actually have any trouble walking on consecrated ground at all, he just needs to be the center of attention at all times and wanted an excuse to make an entrance.
Added bonus: He only pretended that walking on consecrated ground was painful so Aziraphale would pick him up, and when he didn’t Crowley had to follow through and continue the hoax for years.
This is officially my favorite add-on to this post because 1) totally on-brand for Crowley but also 2) there’s a second universe where if he did this and Aziraphale didn’t pick him up, Crowley would either 2a) insist that he do so or 2b) just fucking climb him without asking.
We all know that Mammon’s favorite food in the game is Hell Soysauce Ramen however, I wanted to come up with a headcanon as to what kind of CANDY Mammon would prefer.
For surface context-
I headcanon that Mammon prefers hardcandy over any other type of candy.
This means that Mammon would prefer to eat stuff such as suckers, jolly ranchers, fruit flavered hard candies, or maybe even butterscotch hard candies.
The reason I think he could possibly like hard candy,and hot foods more- is because the taste ‘stays with you for a while’.
As the sibling who quite possibly undergoes a lot of emotional stress- I would vouch he really likes to ‘enjoy the moment while it lasts’. So he can just enjoy a little bit of his time, without feeling bad-
He doesn’t like it when things go away quickly. He doesn’t like it when things are short lived. He is the avatar of greed, after all- he wants to enjoy the things he likes for longer- so he can continue to feel the emotional satisfaction he gets from it, even if it is very little.
Hot Hell Soysauce Ramen- a spicy food- spicy foods nearly always linger on the tongue. They last a little while even after the food is finished. Usually longer than sweets, or generally salty or bitter food does.
A similar feeling to this would be stuff like Suckers, Lollipops, and ect candies, because he can keep them around for a while, before they are finished.
For most chocolates- those are gone fairly quick. They melt- their flavors usually don’t take long to vanish from your mouth- and they, in general, take very little time to finish.
Along with that- a lot of spicy flavors are sold in hard candy form. (Though there are some spicy kinds of chocolates and short term snacks out there)
This headcanon does not really mean much, and it doesn’t really need to exist, but it just does.
