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The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the silence between them. Kiara sat curled into the corner of the plush sofa, her fingers tracing the edge of a throw pillow, back and forth, as if the repetitive motion could steady her, there was a look well known to her face, a vulnerability that she allowed herself to succumb to when at that office, far fetched from the usual stern regal face that the Ferrari heiress used to sport. Her fingers were bleeding from the biting that they had been imposed to during the last couple months, the crimson red around her nails were a stark contrast to her otherwise perfect manicured nails. The scent of lavender from the diffuser did little to calm the storm inside her. Across from her, Dr. Lillian Hayes watched with gentle but unwavering eyes, her notepad resting untouched on the coffee table. She had learned early on that Kiara needed space before words could come—that pressing too soon only made her retreat further into herself. Being her therapist for the last seven years there was a lot that Dr Hayes knew about the woman sitting opposites from her, like that she could never make Kiara talk in just an hour, that's why their sessions were longer than normal and her schedule was always cleared out when Kiara was there. She also knew too much about Kiara's signs, the tells of her anxiety and lingering depression, the way she related to those around her and the way she pushed them away at the same intensity.

“ Kiara... ” Dr Hayes voice was quiet, soft, motherly, the same voice that Kiara used to use to try and coax something from her babies when they were sad. “ We’ve talked about this before. You say you want to heal, to move forward—but you’re still holding back the most painful part. Why do you believe you can’t share the details with Milo? ” Kiara gaze didn't meet her therapist's eyes, the topic was being danced around since it had happened, she had told the police, she had told Valkyria, Laura, repeated word by word a thousands times without shying away from the ugly gruesome details, but when it came to her husband? There were just so much she could handle dishing out. “ You think telling Milo will break him, ” Dr. Hayes said, trying to undersand Kiara's point of view. “ But I want you to ask yourself—really ask—are you protecting him, or are you protecting yourself from what his reaction might say about your pain? ”

Kiara’s throat tightened. She stared at the framed abstract painting on the wall—swirls of blue and gray, like a storm she couldn’t escape. She had memorized every brushstroke in these sessions, every imperfection in the canvas. It was easier than looking into the therapist’s knowing gaze. That woman always knew when she was running and hiding, always knew when something was wrong, the same woman who had made Kiara admit she had a problem, that her jealousy wasn't natural and normal, that she the way she tried desperately to appease her mother wasn't something healthy, that she was driving Milo with her to a dark place during post partum. Dr Hayes was one of the few people in Kiara's life who always knew how to make her see she had been wrong, but that? The knowing look. The voice tone. The words that drilled in her mind? All of that was too much for Kiara in her cocoon of pain. “ It's my pain. My Burden. He doesn't need to be drowned into a nightmare that he was forced to dip his feet into. ” Her voice was nothing but a whisper, a broken and strangled sound showing that again she had gone days without uttering a word. Dr Hayes waited untill Kiara was looking at her to speak again. “ Like when his mother died and he decided it was his burden to bear and didn't let you in? How did that make you feel, Kiara? ”

Kiara wanted to scream. Shout. Kick. Say that she didn't know Milo, that Dr Hayes would never know Milo like she did, that she didn't understand that Milo didn't deserve that pain, that image in his head. She didn't. Instead she looked at the magazines in the center table, there was a motorsports magazine talking about Mclaren's new car and some other bullshit that made Kiara try to concentrate on that instead of her misplaced anger. “ Kiara, trauma thrives in silence. Secrets fester. By shutting him out, you’re not sparing him pain—you’re denying yourself the chance to be fully seen, fully loved, even in your broken places. ” Kiara's leg bounced on the ground trying to steady herself, there was a peaceful chaos in the scenery, her pain spilling into her actions while her mouth refused to move to express such delicate subject.

“ What if he can't handle it? ”

“ What if he can? ”

Outside, the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the room. Kiara wanted to curse her for being so good at her job and knowing exactly how to disarm any of her quick witty questions. Still the resistance remained, there was glass on her throat and sand on her tongue everytime she thought about spilling what had happened. “ But how? How do I look at the man that I love and tell him that I throw up everytime I have to sleep next to him because Russell wore his perfume and after shave while on top of me? How do I tell him that someone else took me so fucking harshly that my cervix had a bruising? How do I tell him anything other than: yeah, it hurt. When the truth is that it felt like my whole soul was being split open, that my body was being cut off piece by piece. That the sole glimpses of marks and bruising that he sees are nothing compared to the full vision I have to look at in the mirror when naked? That...That guy planned this. How do I tell him that. How do I tell that someone else that was right under our noses was planning this the whole time? ” She took a deep breath. There were no tears, only a trembling. “ He planned that. He took meds to go on the whole night. He switched perfurms and aftershave just to mimick Milo's smell. He made me call him by Milo's name. He humiliated me just for the pleasure of knowing he had something it didn't belong to him. How do I telll him that while he peacefully slept with our daugther in his arms I was thinking that maybe if I was killed it would be less painfull then having to wake up the next day knowing that it had happened? I don't know how to tell him that George didn't just rape me. He took me from myself...He took Milo from me by...By making my brain remember him while I was being attacked. It wasn't just about the pain, it wasn't just about raping me, it was mental torture. That was warfare. I am afraid that it would be too much. Too much for him to know that he was used against me that way. ”

“ Do you blame him? ”

“ No. ”

“ But you think that part of him will. ”

“ I would rather have him somehow blame me for it. I do not wish to inflict him pain by telling him how long it took. I told him that I called Valkyria. I told him that I was in Marinello by the morning. I told him it was painful. That's enough. That has to be enough because I can't bring myself to break his heart, I can't bring him my pain and burden and ask him to carry for me. I love him too much to let him go through hell with me. ”

“ But you would let him be oblivious in purgatory? ”

“ That's not fair. ”

Dr. Hayes leaned forward slightly, her gaze steady but kind. “No, it’s not fair. But neither is carrying this alone when you don’t have to.” Kiara’s fingers stilled on the edge of the pillow, her knuckles whitening. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken fears. Kiara sobbed, letting a shriek of pure despair leave her mouth. “You say you love him too much to burden him,” Dr. Hayes continued softly. “But love isn’t just about protecting someone from pain. It’s about trusting them enough to share it. To let them stand beside you, even in the darkest places.”

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I: It’s a pleasure having you here, can you tell us your name, job and why are you here?

L: Hi, thanks, actually, I wasn't going to come. **laughs** I'm Lyanna Montag, I'm a formula one journalist and I'm here because someone decided to make a documentary on the cockpit relantions and as I'm the wife of a former formula one driver, I'm here.

I: What made you decide to come?

L: My friends told me it would be fun and we could get margaritas after...

I: How has being married to an F1 driver impacted your personal life and career aspirations?

L: Not much. I mean, my personal life of course was affected, because I'm his wife, so naturally there are things that end up being expected of me, like you know being there for him when he wins or loses, used to you know, I used to get very anxious every race because you never knew when that guy was just going to go straigh to a wall and end up risking his life, career wise I'm very lucky to be a journalist, so I was always there with him and we were always very aware of each other's careers and goals, I do not think someone has to sacrifice their path to a goal just in order to be a wife or be a husband.

I: We always see glimpses of the intense emotions experienced during race weekends. How do you cope with the stress and emotions during those times?

L: I try to think of it as not my husband, just a professional setting kind of stress.

I: How has being a part of this close-knit group of drivers' wives enriched your life? 

L: Oh God, in every single way, they are great and they always teach me so much.

I: Are you close with all of them?

L: Not all of them...But most of them, I would say. We have little groups, is more based on how alike we are than other things, most of us have a very close relantionship, I just love my girls, but like I'm one of the eldest of the group so of course me and Desdemona are closer to each other, but it's just a matter of time that we've known each other, I was there when she gave birth, she was there when I gave birth. I remember that when Greta was born was a race weekend, so she was there and Karl wasn't and we always joke that she is Greta's father.

I: How do you handle the fear and anxiety that comes with witnessing your spouse's dangerous profession?

L: I don't anymore, but it used to be bad. Like therapy inducing bad.

I: How did you met your husband?

L: I was doing an interview, I think it was Silverstone and I asked him if he was mad about not wining it and he was like I'm not mad because I got to see you in this dress, so yeah, pretty much fell for a fuck boy's rizz.

I: How did you two got together?

L: After that interview we had another on back in Monza, I asked him if he was going to be at the driver's parade, he asked m if I was going to be there, I said yes, he asked me if I wanted to go with him on live TV. We exchanged numbers after that, took him two hours to text me. We flirted, went out a couple of times, decided that we weren't a match and then we had a child together. **laughs** It was magical, but we got together, together years later when it was clear to everyone that we were aleady a couple and we loved each other so much, we were just afraid, I guess? It's hard to date when you're a public figure.

I: Can you share with us a little moment that people barely know? 

L: No? I mean, there are a lot of those, but I don't think it's any of your bussiness if you don't know it's because we don't want you to.

I: Can you explain this photo moment for us?

L: Oh, this was when Karl won the world championship, I think Hans was a year old or something like that, and we were all so excited, it was such a big thing and redbull was screaming I remembered being like so excited, and I interviewed him and everything else and then just comes Christian Horner with Hans in his arms jumping around saying Oh we need to celebrated, just let's go there. And I was the first one to get to Karl with Hans and it was just a very nice and lovely moment.

I: If you had to describe being a F1 wife in one word how would you do it?

L: Lonely.

I: Why do you say that?

L: You're always kind of alone, you work all week, he works all weekend, you have to cope with him being the other side of the world half of the time, and then if you have kids you just kind of end being a single mom for most of the time.

I: Were you surprised when our team contacted you?

L: Yes! I was like , why are you guys doing a documentary on us? But then I was a bit excited, it was nice, it's always nice to see my girls and to see that people understand that there's another side to it other than just the lavish life people think we led.

I: If you had an advice for those who are coming to F1 now, what would it be?

L: For wives or pilots?

I: Both I think! **chuckles**

L: For wives? Find your group, find yourself girls that go through the same as you, find support where you can, do not get in your husband's twitter hastag, because you will see a lot of girls talking about how you're not good enough for him, it's just a cannon event on everyone's life that you can skip. For drivers? Enjoy every moment you have outside of that car, because otherwise once you are out of it, you're going to realize that you don't have a life out of it.

I: Any last words for us?

L: I'm still here every race weekend, you can find me on sportTV so don't miss me guys.

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[ SHELTER ] sender can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to receiver’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. / Sawyer & Runa, make that shit very fraternal and cute, thanks <3

The rain outside was pouring loudly and heavily, there were large three outside of Sawyer’s window that kept blowing leaves into the glass creating a sound that made her toss and turns every five seconds, the thunders made her curl almost like she was trying to hide within her own body curling in a ball to make the noises go away. They didn’t. It wasn’t a question of mind over matter, she simply had to accept that she wouldn’t change the weather by pretending it wasn’t there. The best she could do was lie awake and wait for it to pass, so she did that, her eyes watching the rain against the glass, her ears capturing the weird distorted sounds roaring outside.

Hours would pass like this like it always did since she was a little girl, sometimes when her therapist would ask her how it started she would say: I don’t know, maybe it was something when I was a baby. Or she would lie and tell people that maybe it was because her parents died on a rainy day, but that was a bigger lie, it was sunny when they died, it was sunny and it smelled like fresh fruits and blood on the floor, like expensive perfume and plastic clothes. There was no rain that night, but there was heavy rain and thunder that shook the building the first time she had been locked in the basement of Nicholas’ mansion with him. He would rather have it raining whenever he punished her, punishment slash Pavlovian conditioning.

In school she didn’t have to fear the man, she still feared the rain tho and the noises, she tried to wonder about other things, like the midnight sky, the hidden stars, how the grass would feel tomorrow and if the soldiers would allow them to skip gym class, maybe she would take Elias to smoke outside, they could sneak through the broken fence when no one was looking and go to the bar to get a hot beverage and pretend they were back at NY on their old school causing trouble and still being brilliant. Or maybe she would just stay in her bedroom, pretending to be sick, she could get Runa on board of that, one of them was always sick so it was easy to just lie and skip class locked inside of their room resting while pretending that one of them was having a crisis. 

 Her imagination had to stop running scenarios when her door was slowly opened and small footsteps were heard walking towards the bed, the light coming from her window and from the nightlight on her bedstand made clear the identity of her visitor. Quietly she sat on the bed making room for her sister with a sigh. “  You okay?  ”  The question was more of a come on now, tell me what’s happening, even if Sawyer already knew what was probably going on. Runa’s answer was almost the same as her thought had gathered by now ‘i can’t sleep’.  “  Come, hop in. ”  The blankets were lifted so Runa could lay by her side and quietly the two of them shuffled a little trying to figure out the right combination for both of them, they settle for the usual, the end, both of them laying on their side, facing each other, their fingers linked and their bodies curled up like they were in their own little private world.

“  Tell me about your day. ” The soft smile was almost heard through her tone, she was terrified of the sounds and the storm outside, but nothing of that mattered right now, because she wasn’t thinking about herself, she was thinking about her little sister, her little sister who had gone through so much and almost never ran to her arms for comfort, her little sister who Sawyer tried to protect from so much and in the end had only threw at the wolves without realizing how bad it was. Her little sister whom she was afraid that would be yet another person who would never realize or know how much she loved her, how much Sawyer would do anything for her and how much she regretted not being better to. “  You don’t have to be mean to him, you know that, right? He’s not exactly being mean to you either, you two are more alike than you care to admit...Just...Ignore him and you will be fine. Or kiss him, like honestly, I’m not allowed to judge you...If he hurts you, tho? I’m killing him, I don’t mind, I know how to hide a body...Just keep telling me about your day, I want to hear it and I’m here...You can fall asleep if you want to, anytime, I promise I’ll be here. ”

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🖤 + gustave e eoin

1) my muse’s initial impression of yours

Eoin was curious, not much too see, not much room to think about what he was feeling or seeing, but he was somewhat curious.

2) my muse’s favorite physical attribute of yours

His smile.

3) my muse’s favorite personality attribute of yours

His sassyness, while everyone else says how much Gustave is kind and about his heart of gold, but Eoin really is impress about how sassy and arrogant Gustave can be when they allow him to.

4) a moment that made my muse realize how much they care about yours

The moment they were in mission and Eoin realized he was willing to sacrifice himself in order to keep Gustave safe.

5) something my muse never found the words to say to yours

How much he loves Gustave. While Eoin always says without words, he never really knows how to express all of his feelings for Gus and how overwhelmed he feels with the love he has.

6) something my muse wishes they had never said to yours 

Eoin is not too keen on verbal fights, so they don’t have big ones where he told things he shouldn’t, but sometimes he does regret telling aspects of his life to Gus, just because he feels as it was a burden to Gustave’s mind.

7) something your muse does that makes mine feel safe 

Hold him.

8) something your muse does that makes mine smile

Almost everything, but especially when Gustave talks to him in French when sleepy.

9) something my muse wants to protect yours from 

Himself. Eoin has a really bad vision about himself and his actions, his past, so everything he does is to protect Gustave from this rotten version of himself that he has to see in the mirror everyday, especially the parts with the pills, the panic attacks, the killing in the name of some gov that pays him to. He has a lot to burry and it brings him shame and rage.

10) ways my muse says ‘i love you’ without saying those words

The shopping, always making sure that Gustave has what he needs, what he likes and also the silent doing things that Gus wants to. Like when Gustave mentions something and he doesn’t say anything about it, but he is listening and he will probably do it so Gus is happy.

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30 DAYS WRITING SMUT CHALLENGE

Hello, guy! this is just a fun way of exercising writing in 30 days giving the liberty to do whatever the hell you guys want to, write a long shot, write a one-shot, write a drabble, write a cool piece, or just a paragraph of pure porn, doesn’t matter, this challenge is made for those of us who miss or enjoy writing smut. I hope you guys have fun with this and if anyone needs a helping hand with some ideas just hit me up.

day 1 - pleasing themselves

‌day 2 - nonsexual act of intimacy

‌day 3 - thinking of someone else

‌day 4 - out of the ordinary

‌day 5 - clothes

‌day 6 - dry humping

‌day 7 - seducing

‌day 8 - quiet

‌day 9 - dreams

‌day 10 - blowjob

‌day 11 - handjob

‌day 12 - going down/bloody Mary (alternative being to write the opposite side of day 10)

‌day 13 - hatefuck

‌day 14 - makeup sex

‌day 15 - breakup sex

‌day 16 - making love

‌day 17 - hurt/comfort

‌day 18 - insecurities

‌day 19 - dirty talk

‌day 20 - first time

‌day 21 - costume

‌day 22 - semi public

‌day 23 - public

‌day 24 - giggles

‌day 25 - lingerie

‌day 26 - moaning

‌day 27 - toys

‌day 28 - fantasy

‌day 29 - raw

‌day 30 - the perfect time

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— ⟢ writing smut challenge 1/30 ⟢ —

day: 1 - pleasing themselves

character: auradon summers

rating: explicit, nsfw, +18

tw: none

There was something peculiar about being surrounded by complete darkness, she was never much of a fan of being in the dark didn’t matter the occasion, but contrary to many people and especially many girls her age, Auradon didn’t feel the attraction to be embraced by the dark when having pleasure giving to them or while giving herself some piece of pleasure. It was just not her thing, she liked the light, she liked being watched, she liked knowing what she was doing, a very visual girl for all that it was worth, but weren’t all telepaths kinky visual motherfuckers? They were always snooping around people’s minds taking their fantasies as their own, Auradon liked to believe she wasn’t one of those telepaths, at the end of the day she had a pretty good self-control sense, she avoided people’s minds during the night and during dates, she liked to walk around the fantasies of others only when allowed, only when invited in, being on someone’s mind during their most private and intimate thoughts should be something held sacred, something that she held sacred. So of course that she stayed clear from that, but she couldn’t help - lying in the dark feeling herself up - but wonder if others had the same care when it came to her thinking.

There was something weird about being surrounded by complete darkness, and it was because she had to close her eyes and conjure in her mind the dirtiest images she could think of without having anything other than her memory and imagination to guide her through, it was fine, she usually would this while laying in her bathtub, a glass of white wine on the side, bubbles and roses, candle lights and soft whimpers while letting herself sink onto her fingers or toys, she usually would be alone with herself, truly a moment to just enjoy her sexuallity and her own body, a moment to navigate through what it meant for her to be touched and how and where she liked fingers and hands to go. It was more difficult to do that laying on her bed in the complete darkness, under her fluffy covers, her silk nightgown was on the floor, she wanted to say that she was being sexy, just feeling herself up under the nightgown, but instead she ditched the piece of clothing as soon as she realized it felt like she was rushing things. The absolute quiet of the room was met with a low and deep sigh, her fingertips traced her belly slowly doing the path all the way to her womb touching slightly there before slipping further, her thumb met her clit with curiosity and cautious, just a light brush that made her body tense up and relax again, there was a pause. A flash of thought going through her mind before she could stop herself. 

Her eyes darted open in the dark trying to stare at the darkness like that would give her the answer to why the fuck she was imagining him. She closed her eyes again and tried to focus once more, her index finger started palying with her labias her fingertips where wet with lube, but she could feel herself getting wet with the images in her mind, her body was growing warm and the cover was too much, but still it was nice to feel the weight keeping her grounded. In her mind she was remebering of all the boys she had been with. The expert hands. The fingertips who would touch her nipples at the slightles pinch. The tongues. The kisses. The words. The bodies clashing into hers while moaning in a pleasure that it was hers to take credit for. Memories were a safe lane to drive through, because in memories when her hands were cupping her breasts and squeezing she could put a face to the feeling, conjure a name for it, she could let her lips open and let small noises come out of it without feeling guilty. Memories were hers to have.

But memories weren’t enough to translate the feeling of wanting, memories weren’t meeting her desires anymore, no, that was dangerously clear when her two fingers slipped inside her and the only thing she could think of were his eyes. His hands, his body, she lost her breath for a whole second trying to chase the image of how it would feel to have him over her, putting his whole weight on top of hers, she had seen his shirtless and how strong he was, she bet he could easily imobilize her by just putting his upper body onto hers. She suddenly wanted that, she suddenly was one of those tricky kinky motherfuckers who use their abilities for their own pleasure because all of the sudden was James Rogers who was in her mind, his voice whispering into her ears, his uneven breathing huffling her hair, she wanted her legs wrapped around his waist while he took his time teasing her, she wanted to feel his hand cupping her ass and slapping it while saying the dirtiest thing that could leave that all american mouth of his. 

And the worst part of all was that she knew exactly how he wanted to have her, how badly he wanted to be inside of her, how he had already dreamed of having her against a wall, and how he wished to let her tremble in his bed. Because, of course, she would deny it if asked, Auradon had walked through every hall of his mind, basked and drank every fantasy of his, at first it was just innocent, seeing what was his type, watching his memories of his first times and others. Seeing what he liked and how he liked, but then...Then there was that one moment where her mind was wandering and her dress had slipped through her shoulder and that one image had plagued James’ mind with the most filthy fantasies of what he would do to her if he could just have a chance.

Her back arched while another finger was added, her thumb was stroking her clit and she knew exactly how much of a tease she was being to herself not getting over with that, letting herself go to the edge just to stop for a second and continue, dragging that moment just for her fantasies to go wild, just for her to be able to imagine his fingers inside of her just for one more second, his lips against her breasts and his touch burning all across her body, damn she wanted to give him his fantasies, all of them, she wanted to have him moaning her name calling out for her while her insides screamed for him. She wanted to have him as a whole. She came undone all over her expensive sheets and gripping her fingers with his name being whispered in her the dark. The sound was not loud enough for her to consider a moan, but it was long enough for her mind to register that her climax was hit while saying James’ name. She was screwed and it wasn’t even in the way she would like to be. 

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— ⟢ writing challenge 3/30 ⟢ —

day: 1 - a goodbye letter to a loved one

character: florianus sandvick

rating: mature

tw: mentions of death and suicide

Dear India,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. If you’re reading this it means that I’m dead, to be more precise it means that I’ve ended my own life with my own means for it. Therefore this letter should start with my most sincere apologies, I know you’re going to cry, and scream and bargain, I know you’ll get angry at me and that right now reading what I’m writing you’ll have your heart full of anger and that you’ll never forgive me for this, that all of my apologies are going to be treated as empty and I can even hear you saying ‘if he was sorry, he would’ve stayed’, but believe me I tried to stay and I’ve always tried to stay for you and many times I succeeded on that. For example, I was very successful in staying in Irland all of those years when I begged you for us to leave and you told me you didn’t want to leave our home. So I didn’t. I stayed. I stayed because you were staying and how could I ever be me without you? How could my soul ever be free from yours when both of our paths were designed to be the same, to follow each other throughout history? I just couldn’t see a way out, every time I looked forward it was your back that I could see and that I knew I had to protect. And I’m truly sorry for that, my beloved sister because if I had been wiser I would’ve left. I would’ve told you that you had to come with me or I would’ve left you behind and gone anyway. It was the right thing to do. And you ask yourself why? Why would that be the right thing to do? Because maybe if I had done that I could’ve healed enough to be stronger. 

And it’s not your fault, never was. This is on me, my dear, this one is all on me. Me who couldn’t ask for help. Me who loved all the wrong boys at all the wrong times. Me who couldn’t decide for himself. I have let you carry the burden of being free for far too long without consequences and that itself brought upon you many problems that I, as your older brother, took upon myself as a responsability and I fixed for you. I should’ve never done that. So I’m sorry for everytime I didn’t tell you no. I’m sorry for all of the times I allowed you to do something even knowing how hurtful would it be for you to discover that life wasn’t always going to be like that. I should’ve been stronger and I should’ve lead you with a stronger grip. I’m truly sorry for all of the troubles I caused. I’m trully sorry for all of the pain I brought you. I’m deeply regretful of all of the things I shared with you that you didn’t need to know, there were multiple sorrows that you could’ve been obvlious to and you should’ve been blessed with the gift of ignorance. I took that from you by telling my many issues. I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry that you’ll be the one to outlive me knowing all of the secrets that went down on that manor. Please rest assure that when I told you, I didn’t quite know what I was doing to your mind.

But this is not just a regretful letter, this is also a love letter. A love letter for you, my dear sister, to you whom I have loved since my first breath and to whom I will spare my last thought so I can die with the imagem of your red hair and soft loving smile behind my eyes. A love letter to those beautiful and quiet moments that we shared as little kids, to the running around the manor and screaming with our hearts full of joy and hope for the future. A love letter for all of the times that I held your hand while you were hurt and for the times you showered me in affection when I let the darkness of that house consume my heart. I do carry you in my heart everyday and I’ll continue to carry your love in my heart throughout eternity, but I do not wish for you to follow me. Not yet. I hope to find you one day again so you can tell me all about your life, and if the lord allows it, so I can be again showered in your affection and hold your hand with the innocence of a child and listen to every second of your telling. I’m sorry that I’ll not be here to watch everything you still have to give for the world, my time has come because I can’t no longer burden the demons that plague my mind, but know in your heart that I loved you and I love you still and that this tragedy has nothing to do with you.

Your dear brother, who loves you till the end of his days, Florian.

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— ⟢ writing challenge 2/30 ⟢ —

day: 7 - a sneak peek out of your character’s diary

character: darcy lennox hanover

rating: mature

tw: mentions of cheating 

November, 2010

Dear Diary, 

My therapist says is good to write down my sorow sorrows, i don’t know if that word has a plural, but imma gonna write like i would talk to a friend, she says it’s good if i keep it cool, like it was a conversation. I don’t know what to write in this to be honest, school was nice today, me and Harris are still going strong, dad doesn’t like that, but dad doesn’t like anything I do anyway. Today marks it’s Liam’s death anniversary, I can’t believe it’s been 3 years since he passed, I had a weird side pain yesterday and everyone was worried, i wonder if he ever just didn’t say that he was in pain to not cause trouble. I wish it had been me dying on that table.

August, 2013 

Dear Diary,

Oxdord is fucking great, everything is always so nice, I can’t believe I’m finally getting to live this. I got a new apartment with Harris and we are living our best lives, I was worried that we would start fighting once we got to this point, but things are great. I think we might propose, but that doesn’t matter. I chose my career path and I’m going to be the greatest. Mom isn’t too happy about me being an architect, she wanted me to be a lawyer like Liam wanted to, but It’s not my vibe, so I might as well enjoy what I want for once. Oh, I got a cat, he’s name is Sr. Fat Paws, he’s a stray and he doesn’t have an eye, but I love him. And we have a roommate, he’s name is Patroclus, like the myth.

Setempber, 2013

Dear Diary,

My hamster died and my professor is an asshole. I don’t have time to write anything else because i have a test.

December, 2013

Dear diary,

I know it's been a while since I wrote here, this time I'm not head over heels for a boy...I'm actually down under because of one. He left me. I don't know what to do with myself.

December, 2013

Dear diary,

Time to pick up where I left. I thought he was going to propose, I was ready for it, and then we were watching a stupid wedding movie and I said that our wedding should be more intimate, I’m glad I said because then he said he would never marry me and I found out that in his mind we were just a way of passing time...He cheated on me multiple times during these years and I don’t really know what to do with the information. He left the apartment, it’s me, the cat and Patroclus now, and sometimes Achilles.

October, 2018

Dear diary,

He's the one. I know I wrote this before, but that was a mistake. This time i know he's the one. He's the one because today he smiled at me and didn't say anything and I just knew it. I mean it. It was only for a second, but he knew I needed it.

April, 2020

Dear diary,

I'm afraid that he might hurt me. Not physically, but that type of hurt that comes with being left. He says he wants me forever, he says he loves me, what else do I want? I don't know why I'm afraid, but I'm terrified of being left. This time I might actually die of heartbreak.

April, 2020

Dear diary,

I rode a horse again today and I never felt more free, I missed this.

August, 2021

Dear diary,

I think I might not need you anymore, I have someone I can tell everything to. And this was the goal right?

[luhciferwritess]

30 DAYS WRITING CHALLENGE

Hello, guy! this is just a fun way of exercising writing in 30 days giving the liberty to do whatever the hell you guys want to, write a long shot, write a one-shot, write a drabble, write a cool piece, or just a paragraph, doesn’t matter. I hope you guys have fun with this. You can check the smut version clicking here.

day 1 - a goodbye letter for a loved one

‌day 2 - a fist fight

‌day 3 - childhood memories

‌day 4 - a happy scenario

‌day 5 - fluffy

‌day 6 - a love letter

‌day 7 - a sneak peek out of your character’s diary

‌day 8 - smoking

‌day 9 - gore/angst

‌day 10 - trauma

‌day 11 - write as your character telling someone a story or a myth

‌day 12 - summer

‌day 13 - autumn

‌day 14 - spring

‌day 15 - winter

‌day 16 - write as missed calls

‌day 17 - coming home

‌day 18 - what does your character thinks about right before they die

‌day 19 - cinnamon, lavender and candles

‌day 20 - sleeping with the wolf

‌day 21 - the word is: Alleviate means “to make something less painful, difficult, or severe” or “to partially remove or correct.”

‌day 22 - write about family

‌day 23 - red, blue and black

‌day 24 - write with the sentence “someone who loves you wouldn’t do this.”

‌day 25 - 4:30 a.m

‌day 26 - drinking

‌day 27 - a wedding

‌day 28 - a birth

‌day 29 - a divorce

‌day 30 - a funeral

ps: I’m not doing it in order, so might as well reblog so I can strike the ones I do.

[luhciferwritess]

— ⟢ writing challenge 1/30 ⟢ —

day: 16 - write as missed calls

character: patroclus harrigton

rating: mature

tw: none

❝ — Hey...This is Pat. Patroclus, I mean I know you remember who is Pat, but like I just want to make sure you know it’s me. Call me when you get this. — ❞

❝ — It’s me again, I know you told me to not call you, but I need to talk to you. Call me back. — ❞

❝ — Me. Again...Listen, I’m just going to say this for once and all, I wasn’t trying to ground myself, I wanted to apologize, I still want to apologize, please, please pick up the phone I need to talk to you, I need to tell you how sorry I’m, I need you, Vic...Please. — ❞

❝ — I’m going to say it for once. I need to apologize, I want to apologize, what I said wasn’t nice, wasn’t true, I got scared, terrified to say the least, it was so upsetting for me that my plans for our future were being disrupted that I never stopped to think that, love, I never included you in my little world and I don’t know how to do it, I don’t know how to take it back, but please give me a chance to do it. I have my bags ready and I have Oxford on hold, I just need a green light from you and I’ll flight to Harvard to be with you. — ❞

❝ — Sorry, it got cut off and I’ve a running nose, fuck, still meant it. Every word, please, please, Victor. Just say yes to me going there. I swear I’ll fix things, we will study together, Harvard is great and we both can live in a dorm or get an apartament, we will cook together and fight over me being controlling over weird stuff and you not wanting me to touch the garden, and we will make peaces over dinner and some weird movie. And I’ll get fucking mad at you for complaining about every movie we watch and you’ll keep doing it and I’ll keep listening to because I love it and I love you and every little thing and you’ll tell me I look like a high school drop out and I’ll tell you you look gorgeous just to make you roll your eyes and say that I look good, but that’s not the point. We will do all of these things and I will propose to you down on my knees and I’ll even put both of my knees on the ground if needed to and it’s going to be a big ring that it’s just your face and I’ll cry a lot if you say yes. And then we’re going to get marry, it’s going to be a big wedding with flowers and plants and the sun, and you’ll look gorgeous with a tuxedo and i’ll fucking pray to God for it not to be dream because it’s just going to be so fucking perfect. Please...Give me a chance to show you that I meant it, that we can be that, that we can be the old couple bickering about the medical field while our children are away... — ❞

❝ — Hey...It’s me again, just needed to tell you I found out that London is beautiful, and great and has everything except for you. And you Victor Cromwell is the only thing I need, you’re the only one that I want. I need you, Victor, I was a fool, I was a idiot, I was a fucking asshole, I will kneel and beg for it if I have to, but please! Just tell me I can go to you, tell me we can meet, tell me I can have you back, tell me you’ll have me back in your arms, I’m begging you. — ❞

❝ — I know it’s been two weeks and that by now you’re leaving it very clear that this is not something that you want to...But I love you. I will always love you, Victor. You are, like the poets says, half of my soul and I don’t know what to do without you, so please...Please...If you have even a little spark of hope for us...Call me back. Anytime you want, now, tomorrow, next week or even in ten years...I will always be yours anyway. You have my heart, you just need to take it. — ❞

[luhciferwritess]

❝ just let me look at you for a little bit. ❞ / Gabriel

You’re overthinking again, breath. The words kept running through Sawyer’s mind while she slowly cleaned her face with shaking hands, it was incridible like her mind could go from 8 miles to 80 in the blink of an eye, she looked herself at the mirror again, she had dark circles under her eyes and pale lips, but she was still the same as usual, tired? Of course, but everyone had those days, especially with a fussy baby at home. It didn’t, however, stopped her from spiraling out of control on the self loathing route going over all the list of things she needed to try to fix about herself. Those dark circles were one of the least worrying things to her at the moment, but she didn’t dare to speak about that out loud, she didn’t have to, it was like everyone was just waiting for her to breakdown and cry about how fat or ugly she felt. She didn’t want to do that. She was trying hard not to, so instead of crying she was trying to get back to her routine. 

Healthy food, gymn, skin care, make up, everything that could give her a little sense of normacy or beauty. She tried for a while to go back to her old clothing style, with cute lingeries and sking tight shirts and plaid skirts, yet she felt horrible everytime a piece would hug her new curves, so of course she had to the joy of many had made herself comfortable in a pair of sweatpants and Gabriel’s t-shirts, sometimes just the later being used to sleep like right at that moment. She stopped for a second to actually look at her face more carefully, there wasn’t much that had change, she still looked like the same as before, she just felt different and she was freaking out not knowing why she felt so fucking terrible when she was happy to were she had got, she was greatful to everything she had and yet...That stupid mirror was causing her to want to punch it down to little shards of glass. A deep sigh left her lips before she entered the bedroom in silence, Gabriel was sitting at the edge of the bed, she made sure to avoid making noises even tho she knew that he knew that she was there and his voice sounding so firmly and yet so quietly made her assured of that.

She thought about saying no, or maybe just casually pretend that she wasn't hearing, that she had turned her hearing aids off already and it was impossible for her to attend to such a simple request. Denying him to another sense, however, seemed too cruel even for her damaged mind, and although she felt sad and angry none of those feelings were felt towards him so there were no good reasons for her lack of response. There was a soft silence roaming the air, filling the room with that so-known feeling of everything falling directly to its place, there was no impatience coming in her direction, but she could see that there was a little hesitation like he was able to hear her thinking, like a silent plea for her not to step back, for her not to run away from his hands when it was the only way he could look at her. Like a scratch in the back of her throat the word 'no' kept crawling its way up to the tip of her tongue making it almost tickle, yet she took a step forward.

Another quiet moment passed by, he kept his hands to himself, he always did in moments like this, Sawyer had always thanked him for that, for letting her dictate how and when and where she wanted to be touched, It gave her a sense of not only control, but also the safety she needed to allow him to have her as no one else could. She often wondered if things would be harder for them if he was actually able to see her, if she would feel even more scared of his judgment, of what he thought about her because looks could be deceiving, but not touches. He was great at reading people with his hands, objects, animals, his touch was one of those senses that could be considered superhuman, it was actually just really well trained and developed by years of practice, but still she trusted his hands to tell the truth, she trusted them since the moment when his fingertips had traced every piece of scar on her back and there wasn't disgust on his face or pity, there was just that expression he did when he was trying to memorize something like he was reading the words on a book and above all he always made it seem like she was a far more pretty and interesting book that she really was. So it was no wonder that she kept thinking that maybe if he could actually would he be able to control his expressions that well? Would he still make her feel the way she felt?

She gently grabbed the palm of his hands and pulled it up, there was a sigh of relief coming from his lips and she bit hers at the same time, her hands took his into guidance till she felt his fingertips touch her cheekbones. Her own fingertips slipped at little going from his palms to his wrists little circles being made there before she ran her nails through his arms resting her hands on the side of her own body, there was a moment of shift, even with her hearing aids on low she could still hear the soft change on his breath, that was something she usually didn't allow him to do, be able to control where to go with his hands, usually there was always her hands on his, guiding, stopping him or just making detours to stop him from touching what she didn't like about herself. Of course there were so many moments she hadn't been so controlling, but lately she could barely make herself go through his touches while her hands were over his less alone let him just be free to take what he wanted, yet she wanted that at this moment. She craved for him to touch her in that slow and beautiful way that only his fingers could.

If brokenness was a form of art she would be the poster child for it, a true masterpiece made of so many little parts of herself that were in all the wrong places after being glued by shaking hands of a girl who wasn't able to look herself at the mirror and he was the only one who could run his fingers through the cracks and still make her proud of still being standing there with her soul being stripped in front of her. His fingers were cold, there were small bumps in his skin because of the guitar strings and little cuts on his palms for all of the times he had accidentally cut himself while cooking, still his hands were soft and comfortable. Familiar. That was the word she was always looking for when describing his touches. His fingers ran slowly through her face, touching her cheeks, and her eyes, softly caressing every little stop he was able to with his thumbs, there was a brief pause on her upper lips, she was almost waiting from him to trace her lips, but his fingers stopped and made their way to her nose pinching the bridge of her nostrils making her chuckle. That put a smile to his face, a soft one. She sighed, she loved his smile, she loved his whole face, but she could look at that smile the whole day and not get tired of it.

When he finally touched her lips he made sure of taking his time, touching it gently, running his fingertip to every piece of it, her lips were half open and she fought the urge to catch his thumb between them. “ Careful, I might bite you... ” This time he was the one who chuckled, his expression lighting up even among all the interest and concentration that he was showing, his head being shaken and his lips were licked and she couldn't help herself, her face was brought closer to him and her lips caught his in a soft kiss, no tongue, no sudden passion of someone who just want to rip his clothes off as usually she would, there was just that soft and innocent kiss, lips with lips, like two teens afraid of what the other might think if they made more moves than just a little soft touch of lips a couple of times. He was the one who broke contact. “ Excuse me, I was in the middle of something... ” His voice wasn't angry, but it was firm and she nodded a bit before whispering a soft 'go-ahead.'

Reluctantly she moved a little, just enough not to be so close to him, this way his hands started moving again, wandering around her face, slowly making their way to her chin and her neck stopping there to press a little bruise to the side of it just for the fun of it for what it seemed, it wasn't like he would be able to stare at his doing, but he still seemed to enjoy doing that every time. Her collarbones were explored with just one hand, tracing all the way to her shoulder. He pressed his hands to the sides of her body almost like looking for a way in and as soon as he found the path to under her shirt his hands made the way up tracing every line of her body, every scar, every little imperfection that made her hate herself and yet on his hands she felt beautiful like the little bumps and bruises and scars were just one of those things that made her powerfully hot and gorgeous to others. His fingertips finally touched the new piece of the scar on her stomach making her hold his hand for a second, her breathing was suddenly faster and if he could actually see her he would see that she looked half scared half about to cry.  “ I’m sorry. ” His voice was as broken as she felt, but she sighed not allowing his hand to move before letting him touch the scar again.  “ It’s okay...Just go easy on it, I’m still learning how to love it. ” He didn’t respond, not verbally, his fingertips just brushed softly on top of the scar before his left hand pulled her closer and his lips touched softly the spot making her choke back the tears. He stopped leaving his forehead to rest on her lower stomach and she allowed getting closer to hold his head, her fingertips softly stroking his hair. The comfortable silence filled the bedroom again. There was a soft cry that she couldn’t tell if it was coming from her or from him, she didn’t move, nor did he. They just stayed that way, without knowing who was crying between them and why, but they were together and close together and it was the first time in months he was able to touch her for so long without triggering a strong reaction and God knew that was a victory and God knew that if she missed that she could only imagine how much damage was to him to be denied that little treasure of intimacy so many times just to have it throw it at him all at once tonight. Still, she was relieved and she felt loved and close to him again.  “ I love you.  ” The words were nothing but a whisper, but she was sure that he had heard because she pulled her even closer, hugging her tighter and at that moment she knew she could get used to that again.

[luhciferwritess]

— ⟢ the ultimate relationship tag ⟢ —

— ⟢ disagreements ⟢ —

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Nenhum dos dois. Winnie é sempre a que puxa a briga, mas depois fica se segurando e não fala o que quer falar, mas quando explode aí a merda ta feita. Anakin é o que se ele gritar é porque as coisas realmente já estão saindo do controle. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Anakin. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Também Anakin, mesmo que ele sempre volte e normalmente ele saí porque vai para a casa dos pais falar com  mãe. Who trashes the house? Nenhum dos dois. Do either of them get physical? Nunca.  How often do they argue/disagree? Depende, os dois passaram por um período que tudo era motivo para brigar, mas agora nem tanto. Who is the first to apologise? Winnie.

— ⟢ sex ⟢ —

Who is on top? Anakin. Who is on the bottom? Winnie. Who has the strangest desires? Winnie. Any kinks? Todo tipo possível. Who’s dominant in bed? Anakin, especialmente porque a Winnie gosta. Is head ever in the equation? Sim, o tempo todo. If so, who is better at performing it? Winnie. Ever had sex in public? Sim, mesmo que se você perguntar eles vão dizer que nunca fariam uma coisa assim. Who moans the most? Winnie. Who leaves the most marks? Winnie. Who screams the loudest? Winnie. Who is the more experienced of the two? A briga é forte, mas mesmo assim a Winnie ganha em disparada. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Fuck. Rough or soft? Rough. How long do they usually last? A noite toda, especialmente por serem velocistas. Is protection used? Quase nunca. Does it ever get boring? Não. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Provavelmente no banheiro da casa West enquanto todos jantavam no andar de baixo.

— ⟢ family ⟢ —

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Olha, eles planejavam ter, depois, mas eles acabaram tendo as gêmeas. E daí em diante só ladeira abaixo com os planos. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Eles têm quatro, mas quem sabe... Who is the favorite parent? Depende, eu diria que das gêmeas provavelmente ambos, mas Obbi talvez tenha favoritismo para a Winnie e o Han para o Anakin. Who is the authoritative parent? Winnie. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Anakin. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Anakin. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Ambos. Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Quem tiver menos ocupado. Who changes the diapers? Ambos. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Ambos. Who spends the most time with the children? Winnie. Who packs their lunch boxes? Anakin. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Ambos tiveram sua vez de passar por esse momento maravilhoso. Who cleans up after the kids? Anakin. Who worries the most? Winnie. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Anakin, para o divertimento dele, até a criança acabar falando pra Winnie e ele ter que se explicar.

— ⟢ affection ⟢ —

Who likes to cuddle? Ambos. Who is the little spoon? Winnie. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Ambos, mas a Winnie é muito mais que o Anakin, especialmente no laboratório. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Winnie. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Muito tempo, eles chegam a dormir assim. Who gives the most kisses? Anakin, definitivamente. What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Ficar com as crianças juntos. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Sofá. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Winnie. How often do they get time to themselves? Frequentemente.

— ⟢ sleeping ⟢ —

Who snores? Nenhum deles. If both do, who snores the loudest? None. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Dividem a cama. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Dormem juntinhos. Who talks in their sleep? Winnie, o cérebro dela não desliga. What do they wear to bed? O menos possível. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Ambos, mas fingem que não, que é tudo normal. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Não. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Se agarram, Winnie é bem coala, se a Helena está junto é as duas se agarrando no Anakin. Who wakes up with bed hair? Anakin. Who wakes up first? Winnie, por causa das crianças. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Anakin. What is their favourite sleeping position? O que for confortável suficiente para caírem no sono. Who hogs the sheets? Winnie. Do they set an alarm each night? Sim. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Sim. Who has nightmares? Ambos. Who has ridiculous dreams? Winnie. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Anakin. Who makes the bed? Winnie. What time is bed time? Tarde, bem tarde. Any routines/rituals before bed? Não. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Anakin.

— ⟢ work ⟢ —

Who is the busiest? Ambos são bem ocupados porque trabalham juntos. Who rakes in the highest income? Ambos ganham o mesmo. Are any of your muses unemployed? Não. Who takes the most sick days? Winnie. Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Anakin. Who sucks up to their boss? Nenhum deles; What are their jobs? Cientistas. Who stresses the most? Winnie. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Gostam. Are your muses financially stable? Sim, muito.

— ⟢ home ⟢ —

Who does the washing? Eles têm uma empregada. Who takes out the trash? Anakin. Who does the ironing? Eles têm uma empregada . Who does the cooking? Ambos. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? None of them. Who is messier? Anakin. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Nenhum deles. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? As gêmeas. Who is the prankster around the house? Anakin. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Winnie. Who mows the lawn? Eles vivem em apartamento. Who answers the telephone? Quem tiver perto. Who does the vacuuming? Eles têm uma empregada . Who does the groceries? Anakin, a Winnie não têm paciência. Who takes the longest to shower? Winnie, ela fica na banheira por horas pensando na vida antes de sair.   Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Winnie.

— ⟢ miscellaneous ⟢ —

Is money a problem? Não. How many cars do they own? Três, um de cada e têm o que eles usam para sair com as crianças. Do they own their home or do they rent? Eles são o proprietários do duplex da cobertura. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Near the coast. Do they live in the city or in the country? Cidade. Do they enjoy their surroundings? Sim, a Winnie reclama um pouco, mas ela gosta. What’s their song? Say you won’t let go - James Arthur What do they do when they’re away from each other? Vivem normalmente, Winnie normalmente está com a família e o Anakin normalmente com a Helena. Where did they first meet? Instituto Bishop. How did they first meet? Anakin sendo colocado como o parceiro dela de laboratório e ela ficando toda mexida com a beleza do menino. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Winnie. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Winnie, totalmente. Any mental issues? Vários. Who’s terrified of bugs? Winnie. Who kills the spiders around the house? Ambos. Their favourite place? O laboratório. Who pays the bills? Ambos. Do they have any fears for their future? Vários, mas eles não falam sobre isso. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Anakin. Who uses up all of the hot water? As crianças. Who’s the tallest? Anakin. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Winnie. Who wanders around in their underwear? Anakin. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Anakin. What do they tease each other about? Tudo, Winnie falando que ele é mommy’s boy e ele falando que ela canta mal. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Winnie e seu famoso “sério?” e rolar de olhos. Do they have mutual friends? Sim, vários. Who crushed first? Ambos tiveram a crush ao mesmo tempo. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Eu diria não, mas há controvérsias. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Ambos. Who swears the most? Anakin.

[luhciferwritess]

— ⟢ the ultimate relationship tag ⟢ —

— ⟢ disagreements ⟢ —

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Nenhum dos dois. Talvez a Vivi se realmente fosse algo que o Grant estivesse errado e teimando, mas fora isso não vejo os dois brigando ao nível de alguém ter que gritar. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Ninguém, nem passa pela mente fazer esse tipo de ameaça depois de tudo que eles passaram. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Não aconteceria e não vai acontecer. Who trashes the house? Ninguém. Talvez involuntariamente com magia, mas ambos são poderosos suficiente para controlar agora, então ninguém. Do either of them get physical? Um com o outro nunca até porque se a Vivi começa a se irritar demais o Grant ou pede desculpas ou só sai porque não quer continuar a discussão a esse ponto. How often do they argue/disagree? Muito raro. Vivi fala e Grant diz amém, ela pode falar que vai matar todo o continente que ele fala pra ela levar um casaco que vai ficar frio. Who is the first to apologise? Grant. Ele sempre foi bem soft quando o assunto é a Vivienne e depois de tanto tempo sem ela a última coisa que ele quer é ficar brigado por orgulho.

— ⟢ sex ⟢ —

Who is on top? Grant normalmente, mas ele também ama ver ela cavalgando ele ou dominando a situação. Who is on the bottom? Normalmente Vivi. Who has the strangest desires? Eu diria nenhum deles e ao mesmo tempo ambos, os dois foram criados em covens em uma época diferente e passaram por várias coisas que devem ter afetado o que eles gostam ou não, mas ao mesmo tempo na perspectiva deles não é estranho o que eles gostam. Any kinks? Vários, spaking estando no topo das posições. Who’s dominant in bed? Grant, mas ele têm um toque de gentileza com ela apesar de tudo. Is head ever in the equation? Sim. If so, who is better at performing it? Eu diria Vivi. Ever had sex in public? Provavelmente sim, não só por conta de toda a falta de inibição bruxa, mas também porque eles não se importam, eles esperaram séculos para estarem juntos de novo, o que eles menos querem é pensar no que os outros vão pensar deles. Who moans the most? Vivienne. Who leaves the most marks? Vivienne e o Grant sempre está orgulhosamente ostentando as marcas sem se importar se alguém vai ver ou o que vão pensar. Who screams the loudest? Vivi. Who is the more experienced of the two? Nenhum dos dois, eles são de uma época bem diferente onde virgindade era um negócio sério e sexo era só depois do casamento, mas se fantasias forem considerado experiência, o Grant tem séculos a mais disso. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Fuck, hard. Rough or soft? Rough. How long do they usually last? Muito mais do que o normal, blessed be the supernatural blood. Is protection used? Eu diria provavelmente não, considerando todas as circunstâncias dos dois. Does it ever get boring? Não. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Como diria Winter mó cara de quem já transou no celeiro. E digo mais, no celeiro dos outros.

— ⟢ family ⟢ —

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Eles sempre planejaram filhos, especialmente considerando o tempo em que nasceram, mas depois de tudo os planos foram colocados em pausa ainda mais por quando a Vivi voltou as coisas estavam super complicadas, entretanto assim que tudo se acalmou eles retomaram isso. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Eles vão ter dois, uma menina e um menino, bem família bruxa de margarina. Who is the favorite parent? Os dois são amados igualmente, os dois mimam o mesmo tanto, então depende muito do dia e de quem disse não para alguma coisa. Who is the authoritative parent? Depende muito da situação, normalmente o Grant, porque ele é superprotetor e fica tentando controlar tudo, mas em questão de educação a Vivi.  Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Grant. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Os dois. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Os dois. Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Ambos, depende quem ta com o humor melhor. Who changes the diapers? Os dois. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Os dois, ainda que no começo era mais Grant acordando e levando a bebê pra Vivi. Who spends the most time with the children? Os dois. Who packs their lunch boxes? Grant têm cara de quem faz isso e faz coisas bonitinhas do gênero cortar o pão em estrela, as frutas em corações. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Vivi. Who cleans up after the kids? Vivi. Who worries the most? Eu diria Grant, ele têm um medo mortal de que algo aconteça com as crianças ou com a Vivi, especialmente depois de tudo que aconteceu e que ele já viu na jornada dele. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Grant.

— ⟢ affection ⟢ —

Who likes to cuddle? Ambos. Who is the little spoon? Vivi. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Vivi. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Ambos. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Muito tempo, mesmo se eles estiverem desconfortáveis eles ficam, touch starved é real oficial. Who gives the most kisses? Grant, ele é um grande fã de afeto quando se trata dela, então ele fica toda hora dando beijinho seja no rosto, na testa, na mão, no topo da cabeça. What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Grant gosta de observar a Vivi no jardim dela, normalmente eles passam horas assim, sem falar nada, ela cuidando do jardim e ele só observando. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Cama. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Ambos, as santas bundas desse casal que lutem. How often do they get time to themselves? O tempo todo.

— ⟢ sleeping ⟢ —

Who snores? Grant, como um trator. If both do, who snores the loudest? Grant. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Dormem juntos. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cozy up. Who talks in their sleep? Grant de vez em quando fala umas palavras estranhas em línguas antigas, mas é raro. What do they wear to bed? O que for mais confortável para o clima. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Vivienne e é de se entender depois de tudo que aconteceu e de ser literalmente trazida dos mortos. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Não. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Se abraçam com força, nem precisa de coberta porque os dois dormem tão juntos que o calor humano é maior. Who wakes up with bed hair? Ambos, mas eles não falam sobre isso. Who wakes up first? Grant, a não ser que a Vivi não tenha dormido, o que pode acontecer. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Mais provável a Vivi já que o Grant acorda querendo matar o universo. What is their favourite sleeping position? Agarradinhos, sentindo que eles ainda estão ali. Who hogs the sheets? Nenhum deles. Do they set an alarm each night? Não. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Não. Who has nightmares? Vivienne. Who has ridiculous dreams? Nenhum deles. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Grant, muito pelo fato dele estar acostumado a dormir sozinho, mas ele sempre acaba abraçando a Vivi e aí se esticando todo. Who makes the bed? Provavelmente Vivi. What time is bed time? Grant está acostumado a dormir quando o sol se põe, então cedo para ele, mas ele tenta ficar acordado com ela, mesmo que nunca consiga. Any routines/rituals before bed? Vivi têm seu momento de escovar os cabelos e ficar ali um tempo na penteadeira dela, Grant só escova os dentes e morre na cama mesmo. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Grant, todo mundo sabe que ele é a pior pessoa para se falar nas manhãs.

— ⟢ home ⟢ —

Who does the washing? Provavelmente eles revezam ou só usam magia. Who takes out the trash? Grant. Who does the ironing? Grant, ele poderia usar mágica, mas ele acha satisfatório. Who does the cooking? Vivi. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Grant. Who is messier? Grant, não de um jeito muito grande, mas ele é o que não se importa se as coisas tiverem bagunçadas ou se não o local não estiver limpo. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Nenhum dos dois. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Grant. Who is the prankster around the house? Creio que nenhum deles. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? None. Who mows the lawn? Magia, só se o Grant tiver muito empenhado ou precisar espairecer, aí ele faz manualmente. Who answers the telephone? Eles não têm um telefone fixo. Who does the vacuuming? Magia. Who does the groceries? Os dois juntos, programa de índio ir no mercado, mas o Grant adora estar na companhia dela até mesmo fazendo essas tarefinhas básicas. Who takes the longest to shower? Vivi. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Vivi, senhorita três horas para se arrumar, enquanto o marido espera pacientemente sentado na cama.

— ⟢ miscellaneous ⟢ —

Is money a problem? Não. How many cars do they own? Pelo menos dois. Do they own their home or do they rent? São donos, literalmente, porque o coven deles foi criado pelo Grant para a Vivi. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Continente. Do they live in the city or in the country? Considerando que os coven são mais afastados, eu diria mais no campo. Do they enjoy their surroundings? Sim. What’s their song? Thousand years by Cristina Perri What do they do when they’re away from each other? Procuram um pelo outro. Ops. Where did they first meet? Inglaterra medieval, nos covens da vida. How did they first meet? Provavelmente foram apresentados pelos covens, já que era costume antigamente você conhecer seus pretendentes através dos seus pais. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Vivi. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Provavelmente a Vivi. Any mental issues? Vários estresses pós traumáticos. Who’s terrified of bugs? Grant, quer ver aquele armário gritar é só deixar ele perto de barata. Who kills the spiders around the house? Vivi tira elas da casa, Grant mata com magia porque o surto é real. Their favourite place? O jardim da Vivi.  Who pays the bills? Ambos, é estranho pensar assim já que eles são bruxos e tecnicamente não gastam ou trabalham, mas quando precisam ambos tem dinheiro. Do they have any fears for their future? O maior medo já passou, agora eles só se preocupam quando alguma coisa acontece no coven. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Grant, ele faz o tempo todo, mesmo que não seja ele que cozinhe, obviamente. Who uses up all of the hot water? Vivienne. Who’s the tallest? Grant. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Vivi. Who wanders around in their underwear? Grant. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Florian. Eu diria Vivi, enquanto Grant fica com aquele sorrisinho bobo. What do they tease each other about? Tudo que podem. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Vivi e ela não disfarça nenhum pouquinho. Do they have mutual friends? Sim, muitos. Who crushed first? Como era um tempo diferente eu diria que o Grant que começou com o cortejo. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Eu diria álcool mesmo que não seja exatamente falado pelos dois. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Eles têm o famoso revezamento, quem for beber na vez tem todo o direito de virar pudim de cachaça. Who swears the most? Grant.

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— ⟢ the ultimate relationship tag ⟢ —

— ⟢ disagreements ⟢ —

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Gregori, mas porque a voz dele é mais aguda e sempre da a impressão de que ele ta gritando quando ele começa a ficar muito concentrado em uma conversa ou discussão. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Não imagino nenhum dos dois fazendo. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Se eles brigassem a esse ponto quem quer que dissesse faria, mesmo que se arrependesse depois não vejo eles como o tipo que ameaça para drama. Who trashes the house? Greg, mas não de quebrar, sim de quando ele fica irritado ou triste ele acaba sendo mais desorganizado do que já é e não limpando merda nenhuma. Do either of them get physical? Nunca, nunquinha mesmo, nunca vai acontecer. How often do they argue/disagree? Muito raro, não concordar é mais fácil, mas sempre eles são de boas para resolver, então para chegar a brigar é difícil. Who is the first to apologise? Depende de quem está errado ou quem perdeu a razão na briga.

— ⟢ sex ⟢ —

Who is on top? Gregori na maior parte do tempo. Who is on the bottom? Aiden. Não é que o Greg nunca seja passivo, mas já era algo que ele tinha que ‘tá muito no clima para fazer e depois do sequestro com tudo que aconteceu isso ficou muito raro. Who has the strangest desires? Gregori, ele realmente têm uns kinks meio pesados e é parte do motivo dele assistir pornô, mais fácil para ele ver isso do que realmente colocar o Aiden em uma posição que talvez ele não fosse estar confortável. Any kinks?  Vários. Power play é o principal. E o Gregori é um big big big fan de praise kink, é só jogar um ‘You’re doing so good’ que ele já fica todo excitado. Who’s dominant in bed? Gregori, às vezes até demais e cabe ao Aiden dar uma segurada nele. Is head ever in the equation? Sim. If so, who is better at performing it? Eu diria Gregori, não só por experiência, mas ele têm um kink por isso, então ele realmente realmente takes it to another level. Ever had sex in public? Não. Who moans the most? Aiden, mas se pegar o Gregori desprevenido com algo ele é reduzido a gemidos atrás de gemidos. Who leaves the most marks? Gregori. Who screams the loudest? Gregori e não só no sexo. Who is the more experienced of the two? Gregori, já que o Aiden teve poucos namoros e não é uma pessoa de one-night stands, enquanto o Greg foi um que realmente meteu o louco durante a faculdade e depois também. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Ambos, uma mistura, definitivamente qualquer um que ouvir eles tem certeza de que a resposta é fuck, mas nunca é uma coisa sem sentimento ou sem aquela pontada de soft porn. Rough or soft? Rough. Is protection used? Sim. Does it ever get boring? Não, Gregori ‘tá sempre inovando, tanto por ele quanto pelo Aiden. Ele gosta de vero que funciona e o que não funciona para o Aiden. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Pro Gregori sempre vai ser o estúdio, não que ele não goste ou não seja ele que inicia umas coisas ali mesmo, porém como ele é acostumado a sempre estar gravando no local ele sempre fica com aquela dúvida no fundo da mente se desligou as câmeras. 

— ⟢ family ⟢ —

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Não. Ambos não tem o desejo paternal necessário, motivos diferentes, mas resultados iguais. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? ! Who is the favorite parent? ! Who is the authoritative parent? ! Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? ! Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? ! Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? ! Who goes to parent teacher interviews? ! Who changes the diapers? ! Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? ! Who spends the most time with the children? ! Who packs their lunch boxes? ! Who gives their children ‘the talk’? ! Who cleans up after the kids? ! Who worries the most? ! Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? !

— ⟢ affection ⟢ —

Who likes to cuddle? Ambos. Who is the little spoon? Eu diria que depende, porque Gregori não gosta muito da sensação de alguém prendendo ele como em um abraço, mas não é sempre que ele é oposto a ser a little spoon. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Ambos, eles tem seus momentos, mas sempre rola aquele ‘let’s get out of here’. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Gregori é muito o que não consegue se controlar. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Depende de quem é a little spoon, se é o Gregori cerca de uns vinte minutos antes dele começar a se mexer demais. Who gives the most kisses? Eu diria Aiden, porque o Gregori é meio avoado nessas coisas e sempre acha que vai atrapalhar se chegar dando beijinho. What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Provavelmente sair juntos, o que é uma surpresa pro Greg que antes detestava ter que sair de casa e agora anseia por passear com o Aiden. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Sofá. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Eu diria Gregori, mas como depois do que aconteceu ele ficou totalmente traumatizado com a bunda dele/lowerback ele parou de fazer com o Aiden também, porque não quer ser incoveniente. How often do they get time to themselves? Frequentemente.

— ⟢ sleeping ⟢ —

Who snores? Aiden. If both do, who snores the loudest? Considerando que o Gregori não ronca é o Aiden. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Dividem a cama. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Pertinho um do outro. Who talks in their sleep? Gregori não fala aleatoriamente, mas ele responde se perguntarem algo para ele, mesmo dormindo. What do they wear to bed? Aiden usa pijama ou bermuda, Greg usa normalmente boxer e se tiver frio calça do pijama porque não gosta de usar camisa pra dormir. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Greg. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Não, Greg mantém todos os remédios dele no banheiro organizados por dia da semana, incluindo o de dormir que é raro ele tomar. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Por eles dormirem em horários diferente depende bastante, por exemplo Greg evita se agarrar muito no Aiden se ele ‘tá indo pra cama lá pelas cinco, já que ele não quer acordar o Aiden, mas se eles tão indo dormir no mesmo horário é bem provável que eles acabem dormindo agarradinhos.  Who wakes up with bed hair? Ambos. Who wakes up first? Aiden. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Nenhum dos dois já que os horários deles são bem diferentes. What is their favourite sleeping position? Estando confortável e nenhum dos dois caindo tá tudo certo. Who hogs the sheets? Creio que nenhum dos dois. Do they set an alarm each night? Sim. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Sim. Who has nightmares? Greg começou a ter depois do período em cativeiro. Who has ridiculous dreams? Ambos são fadados pela criatividade a ter uns sonhos estranhos de vez em quando. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Mais fácil o Aiden já que o Greg muitas vezes dorme em posição fetal. Who makes the bed? Big boy Aiden. What time is bed time? Depende, em um dia normal o Aiden dorme beeeem mais cedo que o Gregori, Greg dorme lá pelas cinco, seis da manhã, mas quando eles têm compromisso no outro dia ele normalmente toma o remédio para dormir e aí dorme lá pelas onze. Any routines/rituals before bed? Greg checa todas as trancas e janelas da casa antes de ir dormir, não importa o horário, mesmo que seja pra cochilar. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Gregori, pode ser quatro da tarde e ele vai ser chato nos primeiros vinte minutos acordado.

— ⟢ work ⟢ —

Who is the busiest? Ambos são bem ocupados, só de formas diferentes eu diria. Who rakes in the highest income? Eu diria Greg pelo tempo de carreira+merchan e etc. Are any of your muses unemployed? Aiden estava, mas agora ele é um orgulhoso empregado da capcom. Who takes the most sick days? Greg. Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Nenhum dele, ambos levam a sério o que fazem e mesmo que o Gregori trabalhe em casa ele tem disciplina.   Who sucks up to their boss? Nenhum deles. What are their jobs? Designer e Youtuber. E eles têm uma linha de roupas juntos. Who stresses the most? Provavelmente Gregori, especialmente se ele não consegue gravar o tanto necessário para a semana. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Eles amam o que fazem e por isso fazem. Are your muses financially stable? Sim, no momento sim.

— ⟢ home ⟢ —

Who does the washing? Aiden. Who takes out the trash? Gregori, única coisa que ele faz sem ser mandado porque já é automático. Who does the ironing? Gregori só faz quando ele acha necessário para sair ou viajar. Aiden tem mais cara de quem faz com todas as roupas para guardar. Who does the cooking? Ambos. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?  Nenhum dos dois. Who is messier? Gregori, o primeiro de seu nome, senhor das latas de energético e caixas de pizza vazias empilhadas na cozinha e sala. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Gregori. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Gregori. Who is the prankster around the house? Os dois, depende do dia. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Gregori. Who mows the lawn? Gregori paga alguém pra fazer isso, sempre pagou desde que se mudou porque 0 skills. Who answers the telephone? Eles têm não tem um telefone fixo, então cada um atende o seu celular. Who does the vacuuming? Aiden. Who does the groceries? Aiden, com o Greg na cola dele incomodando que quer levar umas trocentas coisas a mais. Who takes the longest to shower? Eu diria Aiden já que o Greg é daqueles que toma banho de 15 minutos, mas também tem as vezes que eles tomam banho juntos, aí demora mais.   Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Greg, porque toma banho de 15 minutos, mas fica pelado no banheiro contemplando a vida por uma hora.

— ⟢ miscellaneous ⟢ —

Is money a problem? Eu diria não. How many cars do they own? Dois, i guess. Do they own their home or do they rent? Proprietários. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Both se considerar que eles moram na ilha. Do they live in the city or in the country? Cidade. Do they enjoy their surroundings? Eu diria até que sim, ainda que nova iorque tenha seus problemas de transito e barulho e cheiro. What’s their song? Sweater Weather - The neighbourhood What do they do when they’re away from each other? Vivem normalmente. Gregori ou fica gravando ou dormindo. Where did they first meet? Comicon em San Diego. How did they first meet? Aiden fez um desenho do Gregori e entregou para ele no meet&gret do painel do Greg com os amigos youtubers dele. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Gregori. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Ambos tem grande possibilidade de gargalhar com essas besteiras. Any mental issues? Gregori sofre de bipolaridade. Who’s terrified of bugs? Gregori só têm medo de abelhas, o resto ele ‘tá de boas, se vê algo só coloca num papelzinho e tira de casa. Who kills the spiders around the house? Aiden, assassino de aranhas. Their favourite place? Casa, é sempre bom ter um lugar ao qual voltar. Who pays the bills?  Do they have any fears for their future? Gregori morre de medo da carreira dele de youtuber acabar e ele não saber o que fazer depois.  Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Greg sempre faz essas coisinhas bonitinhas. Who uses up all of the hot water? Mais provável o Aiden já que o Gregori é rápido no banho. Who’s the tallest? Aiden, mas não muito. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Gregori. Who wanders around in their underwear? Gregori, acostumado a morar sozinho, então ele sempre ou ‘tá andando de boxer ou sem nada ou de toalha. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Aiden, especialmente se for no carro, porque o Gregori quase não abre a boca enquanto dirige. What do they tease each other about? Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Eu diria ambos, eles têm estilos diferentes, então é fácil imaginar que ambos tenham seus momentos de ‘você vai com essa roupa?’. Do they have mutual friends? Alguns. Who crushed first? Eu diria Gregori, porque assim que viu o Aiden ele ficou super ‘eu preciso conhecer esse cara’ e assim que teve a chance seguiu o Aiden em todo tipo de mídia e começou a puxar conversa. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Não. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Gregori. Who swears the most? Gregori, a cada cinco palavras seis são palavas de baixo escalão.  

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— ⟢ the ultimate relationship tag ⟢ —

— ⟢ disagreements ⟢ —

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Oleander. É raro, mas mesmo assim quando eles estão brigando o Elze sempre se concentra demais em se controlar e ele não gosta de violência, então ele nunca levanta a voz. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Oleander. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Elzemiek. Who trashes the house? Elzemiek, mas longe dos olhinhos atentos do Olly. Do either of them get physical? Não. How often do they argue/disagree? Não é tão comum, eles costumam a discordar e aí resolver, mas brigar eles normalmente não brigam. Who is the first to apologise? Depende da situação.

— ⟢ sex ⟢ —

Who is on top? Elzemiek, por mais que todos achem que ele é o bottom por ser mais baixinho que o Oleander. Who is on the bottom? Oleander, príncipe de todas as terras, cadelinha do Elze. Who has the strangest desires? Oleander. Any kinks? Vários. Who’s dominant in bed? Elzemiek, mas é por instinto e ele tenta muito se controlar, ao ponto que ele as vezes exagera em ser controlado. Is head ever in the equation? Sim. If so, who is better at performing it? Elzemiek, por experiências. Ever had sex in public? Sim. Who moans the most? Oleander. Who leaves the most marks? Oleander. Who screams the loudest? Elzemiek. Who is the more experienced of the two? Elzemiek. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make love. Rough or soft? Soft, para o desespero do Oleander que gosta de rough, mas o Elze tem muito trauma com machucar as pessoas e não quer fazer isso, então precisa de muita insistência do Olly para conseguir rough. How long do they usually last? Bastante. Is protection used? Sim. Does it ever get boring? Sim. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? A floresta.

— ⟢ family ⟢ —

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Não. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? - Who is the favorite parent? - Who is the authoritative parent? - Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? - Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? - Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? - Who goes to parent teacher interviews? - Who changes the diapers? - Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? - Who spends the most time with the children? - Who packs their lunch boxes? - Who gives their children ‘the talk’? - Who cleans up after the kids? - Who worries the most? - Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? -

— ⟢ affection ⟢ —

Who likes to cuddle? Elze. Who is the little spoon? Eles revezam, mas normalmente é o Elze por ser menor e encaixar melhor. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Oleander, para o desespero do Elzemiek.  Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Elze, mas ele sempre consegue diferente do Oleander. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Pouco tempo se o Elze é a big spoon porque o Ole começa a ficar desconfortável pela diferença de tamanhos, bastante se o Elze for a little spoon a ponto de dormirem assim. Who gives the most kisses? Elzemiek. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Ficarem juntos, normalmente Elze desenhando e Oleander aproveitando para dormir ou só para ler ou tocar piano. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Elze, o famoso ‘Go get them tiger’. How often do they get time to themselves? O tempo todo, super sem supervisão esses dois.

— ⟢ sleeping ⟢ —

Who snores? Normalmente nenhum deles, mas se o Oleander passou muito tempo sem dormir, aí é ele por exaustão. If both do, who snores the loudest? Oleander. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Normalmente dividem a cama. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Deitam juntinhos. Who talks in their sleep? Elzemiek. What do they wear to bed? Quase nada, normalmente boxer ou pijama se tiver frio. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Oleander com força. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Sim. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Eles se deitam lado a lado, mas é porque o Elze é muito quente e não da de ficar agarrado nele. Who wakes up with bed hair? Oleander. Who wakes up first? Depende, normalmente Oleander por dormir pouco, mas se ele finalmente conseguiu apagar, é o Elze. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Elzemiek. What is their favourite sleeping position? Elze dorme encolhido, Oleander dorme do jeito que conseguir. Who hogs the sheets? Oleander. Do they set an alarm each night? Não. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Não. Who has nightmares? Elzemiek. Who has ridiculous dreams? Oleander. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Oleander. Who makes the bed? Elzemiek. What time is bed time? Quando as luzes do instituto se apagam. Any routines/rituals before bed? Não. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Oleander por dormir muito pouco.

— ⟢ home ⟢ —

Who does the washing? Os empregados. Who takes out the trash? Os empregados, ainda que Elze esteja se acostumando com isso e as vezes faz. Who does the ironing? Os empregados. Who does the cooking? Eles têm cozinheiros, mas o Elze gosta de cozinhar a própria comida, então ele quem faz. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Oleander. Who is messier? Elze. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Nenhum. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Elze. Who is the prankster around the house? Elze. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Elze. Who mows the lawn? Os empregados. Who answers the telephone? Oleander. Who does the vacuuming? Os empregados. Who does the groceries? Oleander. Who takes the longest to shower? Oleander.   Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Oleander.

— ⟢ miscellaneous ⟢ —

Is money a problem? Não, graças ao Oleander, porque se dependesse do Elze... How many cars do they own? Não têm carros na realidade deles. Do they own their home or do they rent? Bom, o castelo é do Oleander, entretanto eles normalmente estão em Avalon. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Beeem fundo no continente. Do they live in the city or in the country? Cidade, mas é uma cidade diferente. Do they enjoy their surroundings? Sim. What’s their song? Stole the show -kygo. What do they do when they’re away from each other? O normal, eles só fazem o tem que fazer, nenhum dos dois é muito de ficar parado esperando o outro voltar, ainda mais se forem longos períodos. Where did they first meet? Avalon. How did they first meet? Em uma das aulas, se esbarrando sem querer, o clichê, exceto que ao invés de se apaixonarem imediatamente ambos puxaram uma briga e acabaram na detenção juntos. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Oleander. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Oleander. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Elzemiek. Any mental issues? Sim, vários, especialmente o fato do Elze ouvir vozes. Who’s terrified of bugs? Elzemiek. Who kills the spiders around the house? Oleander. Their favourite place? O quarto deles, longe dos olhares e de tudo que os impede de simplesmente respirar e ser feliz. Who pays the bills? Oleander. Do they have any fears for their future? Da parte do Elze o maior medo dele é sair do controle e acabar virando o pai dele, já Oleander é a maldita coroa. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Oleander, mas é raro. Who uses up all of the hot water? Oleander. Who’s the tallest? Oleander. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Elzemiek, reclamando que o Oleander tá demorando demais e que ele não aguenta mais tomar banho gelado por causa dele. Who wanders around in their underwear? Elzemiek. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Elzemiek. What do they tease each other about? Elzemiek gosta de chamar o Oleander de panda por causa das olheiras e Oleander é o que sempre ta provocando ele com piadas de cachorro. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Oleander para o Elzemiek. Do they have mutual friends? Sim, alguns. Who crushed first? Elzemiek. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Vários. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Elzemiek. Who swears the most? Elzemiek.

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— ⟢ the study in Veronika Louvier part 1/? ⟢ —

remember asking both my mom and dad why we never travelled to exotic lands we only ever really visit’ “friends” nothing to tell when the summer ends we never really went b u y i n g clothes folks were (( passing )) the stuff in plenty loads new shoes once a year and then out to play ball so we could RUIN them.

— ⟢ THE BASICS ⟢ —

full name: Veronika Crystine Adorlee Louvier pronunciation: Ve-rô-ní-cá // C-rysti-ne // A-dor-lee meaning: Veronika significa honesta e vem do latim, Crystine também é do latim e significa seguidora de cristo e Adorlee é do francês significando adorada. reasoning: Veronika era o nome da vó materna dela, por isso foi dado a garotinha em seu nascimento, já Crystine foi um nome dado por sua mãe já que o sonho da matriarca era ter um menino chamado Christian e devido às circunstâncias do nascimento de Veronika esse sonho acabou. Adorlee é o nome da vó paterna de Veronika, essa que morreu dois dias antes do nascimento dela. nickname(s): Ve ou Nick preferred name(s): Veronika birth date: 21/09/1995 age: 25 anos zodiac: Libra gender: Fem pronouns: Ela/Dela romantic orientation: Demiromantic sexual orientation: Bissexual nationality: Americana ethnicity: Francesa, Inglesa e argentina current location: NY living conditions: Eu diria muito boas no momento label(s): The survivor; the sugar baby

— ⟢ BACKGROUND ⟢ —

birth place: Venus Maternity Care, Bronx hometown: Noa Iorque social class: Antigamente muito baixo, hoje em dia classe alta education level: Ensino superior em publicidade father: Louis Louvier mother: Maya Basque sibling(s): None birth order: - children: None pet(s): Uma cobra píton chamada Pandora e uma cadela da raça rottweiler chamada Caramel other important relatives: None previous relationships: O único relacionamento firme que ela teve de namoro foi durante o colégio com um garoto chamado Todd e eles ficaram juntos por dois anos antes dela decidir que queria mais da vida  arrests?: Nenhuma vez prison time?: Nenhum

— ⟢ OCCUPATION&INCOME ⟢ —

primary source of income: Sugar daddies, até hoje alguns mandam presentes pra ela e pagamentos que ela nem sabe de onde vêm secondary source of income: Poupança dela tertiary source(s) of income: Ações na bolsa e os lucros de uma empresa de publicidade em que ela é sócia majoritária, ainda que não faça nada e só tenha ajudado uma amiga a fundar ela com dinheiro content with their job (or lack there of)?: Sim past job(s): Ela já trabalhou de garçonete, secretária, atendente de loja, empregada, qualquer coisa que conseguisse quando jovem e lhe desse dinheiro spending habits: Parece que ela só gasta, especialmente por comprar diversos presentes para todos, mas Veronika tem bastante controle das finanças dela e a maioria das coisas que têm ela ganhou de presente most valuable possession: Provavelmente a cobertura, ainda é estranho para ela pensar que ela realmente é dona de uma cobertura em um dos prédios mais chiques de Manhattan

— ⟢ SKILLS&ABILLITS ⟢ —

physical strength: 6/10 offense: 3/10 defense: 8/10 speed: 10/10 intelligence: 10/10 accuracy: 9/10 agility: 10/10 stamina: 10/10 teamwork: 7/10 talents: Veronika é muito criativa, ela é uma boa escritora e um dos seus talentos mais notáveis é sua habilidade em atuar, seu talento matemático e lógico também são muito fortes shortcomings: Cantar, Veronika não têm talento algum para isso e se limita a cantar no chuveiro quando esta sozinha em casa language(s) spoken: inglês, francês, italiano e espanhol, ela compreende o básico de alemão, mas nunca teve aula drive?: Muito bem e ela dirige rápido também jump-star a car?: Sim, mesmo que não seja algo que ela fala que sabe fazer, ela aprendeu com os colegas de bairro change a flat tire?: Sabe, mas prefere chamar alguém para fazer por questão de força ride a bicycle?: Ela é péssima nisso, do tipo que se colocarem ela numa bicicleta é muito provável dela cair swim?: Até que bem, ela tinha natação na escola, então aprendeu muita coisa play an instrument?: Ela aprendeu a tocar flauta na escola, mas hoje em dia só lembra o básico do básico play chess?: Sim, mas não é a melhor nisso braid hair?: Ela é melhor trançando o próprio cabelo, mas ela consegue se virar com o cabelo dos outros tie a tie?: Ela é expert nisso, sabe fazer todos os nós de gravatas muito bem pick a lock?: Ela sabe, mesmo que não saia falando para os outros que consegue

— ⟢ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS⟢ —

face claim: Anya Taylor-Joy eye color: Pretos hair color: Naturalmente castanho escuro, mas ela costuma pintar de loiro hair type/style: Cabelos longos e lisos, as vezes ondulados quando ela se arruma e faz babyliss neles glasses/contacts?: Não usa  dominant hand: Esquerda, mas ela aprendeu a ser ambidestra height: 1,64cm weight: 53kg build: Quem vê acha que ela vai quebrar a qualquer momento exercise habits: Veronika sempre fez caminhadas, mas no colégio ela também fazia outros esportes, atualmente ela frequenta a academia e faz yoga skin tone: Milky, bem pálida, mesmo tomando sol, ela só se queima, não se bronzeira tattoos: Uma nas costas de uma cobra traçada levemente peircings: Um transversal na orelha direita marks/scars: Veronika têm três marcas realmente notáveis, uma delas é uma cicatriz pequena no fim da sua sobrancelha direita, ela normalmente esconde com maquiagem, entretanto quanto está de cara limpa é visível que a cicatriz foi feita com algum tipo de lâmina, neste caso um pedaço de garrafa quebrada. A segunda é na sua nuca de uma vez que Veronika sofreu uma queda que quase a matou quando era criança, a cicatriz não é muito visível, é apenas um ponto, porém ao toque é perceptível que há uma parte mais afundada na pele da Louvier. E a terceira cicatriz se localiza na parte interna da coxa de Veronika, não é muito grande, mas é certamente profunda e é uma das cicatrizes que Veronika mais têm lembranças de como foi feita e que mais causa desconforto para a morena notable features: Provavelmente sua estrutura facial forte e seus olhos grandes, quando menor muitos diziam que ela possuía olhos de um personagem de desenho animado usual expression: A famosa resting bitch face, ela sempre tem cara de quem ta com nojo do mundo clothing style: Depende muito de onde ela esta indo, mas Veronika têm um estilo clássico e sofisticado, normalmente quando em casa ela se veste mais confortavelmente, mas é raro ver a morena com algo que possa ser considerado desleixado jewelry: Normalmente Veronika não usa muitas jóias, só o necessário ou presentes específicos, mas se têm uma coisa que ela sempre pode ser vista usando é um anel de ouro simples que foi presente de um de seus professores pela sua formatura do colégio allergies: a penicilina e abelhas body temperature: Normalmente fria, o tipo de pessoa que faz todos acharem que ela têm problemas de circulação pelas extremidades sempre estarem geladas e os lábios um pouco roxos diet: Ela se cuida bastante, do tipo que come pouco e come balanceadamente, mas ela não faz dietas específicas  physical ailments: None

— ⟢ PSYCHOLOGY⟢ —

jung type: ESTJ - executivo jung subtype: ESTJ-A   enneagram type: The Achiver - The Success-Oriented, Pragmatic Type: Adaptive, Excelling, Driven, and Image-Conscious moral alignment: Chaotic good temperament: Phlegmatic:  The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive. primary intelligence type: Lógica/Matemática mental conditions/disorders: Ela tem estresse pós traumático, mas ela frequentou o psicologo por um bom tempo e se considera ‘bem’ com tudo e apesar de ser muito inteligente ela têm TDA e têm que tomar ritalina diariamente sociability: Ela sabe fingir, muito bem, mas ela não é tão sociável quanto parece emotional stability: Alta, considerando tudo  obsession(s): None compulsion(s): Ela não tem alguma que se destaque, quando ela fica ansiosa ou assustada ela come compulsivamente, mas ela tenta ao máximo cuidar com isso e as pessoas ao redor dela sabem disso e também sabem que ela agradece se eles pararem ela phobia(s): Claustrofobia, especialmente quando escuro, Veronika não sabe muito bem explicar o que é seu gatilho, mas algumas vezes ela pode estar em lugares pequenos e fechados e ainda sim estar bem e as vezes isso pode ser demais e ela ter um ataque de panico addiction(s): Cigarros, ela ‘tá tentando parar drug use: Já usou, não se orgulha, não quer voltar para isso alcohol use: Não, ela bebe socialmente, tipo uma taça de champanhe por festa, as vezes uma taça de vinho prone to violence?: Nunca, na verdade a Veronika é muito assustada com essas coisas, ela normalmente se assusta com qualquer mudança muito repentina de humor então se gritam com ela tem aquele pequeno sustinho antes dela tentar ficar o mais neutra possível. Se for briga mesmo é mais fácil ela chorar

— ⟢ MANNERISMS⟢ —

speech style: Normal, um pouco formal demais em algumas ocasiões, a parte estranha é que ela sempre falou como uma pessoa mais velha, mas assim Veronika têm algumas palavras especificas que não consegue pronunciar sem pensar nelas e isso sempre a deixa incomodada  accent: O tipico nova iorquino misturado com um pouco do sotaque francês do pai dela hobbies: Jogar tênis e pintura habits: Um hábito que Veronika não consegue largar é trancar a porta do quarto quando vai dormir, isso mesmo quando não está no próprio quarto e mesmo não sendo de noite. Além disso ela tem o hábito de ajeitar as roupas das pessoas, como paletós, gravatas e casacos, hábito que adquiriu na escola pelo dresscode da academia ser muito rígido  nervous ticks: Morder o lábio, Veronika as vezes morde ao ponto de arrancar sangue de seu lábio inferior e ela sempre parece estar ou mordendo o lábio ou a parte interna da boca e da bochecha, especialmente quando estressada ou pensando fears: Solidão, ela têm medo de ficar sozinha por muitos motivos, um deles é o medo de ter que enfrentar os próprios pensamentos e o principal é seu medo de abandono, ela sempre acha que todos vão deixá-la para trás e que ela não serve realmente para estar com as pessoas das quais gosta. Veronika também têm um medo irracional de borboletas positive traits: Esforçada, inteligente, a forma que sempre esta protegendo os amigos e o jeito que trata todos com cordialidade não importa o status social da pessoa ou como eles a tratam negative traits: Orgulhosa, desconfiada e provavelmente a forma com que se fecha facilmente, parece que sempre todos estão só vendo a superfície da personalidade dela e basta uma palavra errada para ela se fechar ainda mais  sense of humor: Um pouco too dark, como Veronika foi criada em um ambiente nada ideal ela sempre ouviu mais do que deveria e viu mais do que deveria, então é muito comum que ela faça piadas de humor duvidoso, sexuais ou só muito indelicadas e irônicas, por isso ela tenta ao máximo não brincar com as pessoas, especialmente as que não conhece, porque tem medo de magoar alguém do they curse often?: Não, é raro ver Veronika xingando, normalmente quando ela fica muito frustada ela tenta achar palavras diferentes ao invés de xingar de uma vez catchphrase(s): None

— ⟢ FAVORITES ⟢ —

activity: Ler animal: Cobras beverage: Suco de laranja book: Irmãos Karamazov celebrity: Alessio Bernasconi color: Roxo food: Lasanha flower: Lírio gem: Safiras holiday: Natal, principalmente porque era a data em que as pessoas mais davam coisas para ela quando pequena e ela sempre podia ficar nos salões de comida de graça, onde eles faziam festas de natal para os mais pobres mode of transportation: Carro, mas ela prefere uber e taxi a de fato dirigir em nova iorque movie: Pulp fiction musical artist: Three days grace quote/saying: Veni, Vidi, Amavi (Eu vim, eu vi, eu amei) scenery: Praia scent: Capim limão sport: Baseball sports team: Yankees television show: Shameless weather: Calor, ela têm muitas memórias ruins do frio e sempre o inverno era o pior momento do ano vacation destination: Qualquer praia

— ⟢ ATTITUDES⟢ —

greatest dream: Veronika provavelmente diria algo como ter uma família, só para deixar todos felizes, mas a verdade é que ela não sabe realmente o que quer, ela passou a maior parte da vida dela lutando para sobreviver mais um dia e então pra sair daquela situação e agora ela está no topo e ela não sabe para onde ela quer ir agora greatest fear: Abandono, ainda que Veronika finja que não a afete, ela realmente têm um grande medo de ficar sozinha e sempre que alguém importante vai embora da vida dela ela tende a se isolar most at ease when: Com alguém que ela gosta least at ease when: Sozinha, especialmente no escuro worst possible thing that could happen: Ficar completamente sozinha biggest achievement: Provavelmente ter saído do Bronx, não importa muito sobre como ela fez isso, mas sim que agora ela está tão bem financeiramente comparado com o que era a vida dela antes biggest regret: Veronika não se arrepende de muita coisa, ela prefere pensar que todas suas decisões de alguma forma a trouxeram onde ela deve estar, mas se têm algo que a incomoda é que ela colocou uma garota do colégio dela no mesmo ramo que ela e infelizmente a garota acabou indo para um caminho muito ruim most embarrassing moment: Provavelmente quando ela ficou desesperada suficiente para se virar para a prostituição de fato, isso durou por pelo menos uns três meses antes que ela não conseguisse mais nem se olhar no espelho pelas coisas que fazia e que faziam ela fazer, isso combinado com o fato dela ser de menor fez com que ela enterrasse essa parte da vida dela biggest secret: Provavelmente a mesma coisa, ela ser sugar baby é uma coisa que ela esconde, porém não se importa tanto se alguém realmente souber  top priorities: Ela e os amigos dela, ela realmente coloca eles como uma prioridade por serem o mais próximo de família que ela já teve, então os poucos amigos que ela têm são realmente a prioridade dela em muitos sentidos

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— ⟢ the ultimate relationship tag ⟢ —

— ⟢ disagreements ⟢ —

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Francis, o tempo todo, não importa a ocasião se ele quer acabar com uma briga ele levanta a voz porque sabe que a Elphie ou vai sair do recinto ou vai só deixar para lá.  Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Elphaba, a trouxa né. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Francis. Who trashes the house? Francis. Do either of them get physical? Elphaba e é frequente até demais. How often do they argue/disagree? O tempo todo, se passam um mês sem brigar é motivo de festa no reino. Who is the first to apologise? Elphaba. Para o Francis pedir desculpas tem que ter sido algo muito pesado da parte dele.

— ⟢ sex ⟢ —

Who is on top? Francis. Who is on the bottom? Elphaba. Who has the strangest desires? Francis. Any kinks? A maioria são kinks de submissão. Who’s dominant in bed? Francis. Is head ever in the equation? Sim. If so, who is better at performing it? Elphaba. Ever had sex in public? Sim. Who moans the most? Elphie. Who leaves the most marks? Elphie. Who screams the loudest? Elphie. Who is the more experienced of the two? Francis. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Both. Rough or soft? Rough. How long do they usually last? Muito, graças aos genes sobrenaturais. Is protection used? Não. Does it ever get boring? Sim, porque muitas vezes a Elphaba faz só no ódio mesmo. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? A corte inglesa, opa.

— ⟢ family ⟢ —

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Eles planejaram e tiveram. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Eles queriam mais, mas a vida é feita de decepções não é mesmo. E eles têm a Anne, mas futuramente terão mais dois o Charles e o Perrie. Depois de muita luta. Who is the favorite parent? Depende, da Annie com toda certeza o Francis, dos meninos a Elphaba. Who is the authoritative parent? Elphaba. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Nenhum dos dois. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Francis. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Elphaba. Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Elphaba. Who changes the diapers? As amas de leite. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? As amas ou a Elphaba. Who spends the most time with the children? Elphaba. Who packs their lunch boxes? As amas. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Francis. Who cleans up after the kids? Elphaba. Who worries the most? Elphaba. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Fracis.

— ⟢ affection ⟢ —

Who likes to cuddle? Elphaba, mas ela tem suas dúvidas de se gosta quando é o Francis abraçando ela. Who is the little spoon? Elphaba. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Francis. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Francis. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Depende do Francis, a Elphaba normalmente dorme quando eles tão assim, então só quando o Francis fica incomodado que eles param. Who gives the most kisses? Nenhum dos dois, normalmente é muito difícil que eles estejam em uma situação confortável para simplesmente se beijarem. What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Provavelmente conversar sozinhos. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? A grama. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Francis. How often do they get time to themselves? Não muito.

— ⟢ sleeping ⟢ —

Who snores? Nenhum dos dois. If both do, who snores the loudest? Eles não roncam. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? As vezes separados, mas normalmente apesar de tudo eles dormem na mesma cama. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Eles começam dormindo longe, mas sempre acabam acordando abraçados. Who talks in their sleep? Ambos. What do they wear to bed? Pijama. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Ambos. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Sim. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Depende do dia. Who wakes up with bed hair? Francis. Who wakes up first? Elphaba. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Nenhum dos dois. What is their favourite sleeping position? Desde que estejam confortáveis ta tudo certo. Who hogs the sheets? Francis. Do they set an alarm each night? Não. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Não. Who has nightmares? Elphaba. Who has ridiculous dreams? Elphaba. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Francis. Who makes the bed? As empregadas. What time is bed time? Usualmente cedo. Any routines/rituals before bed? Não. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Francis.

— ⟢ work ⟢ —

Who is the busiest? Francis. Who rakes in the highest income? Francis. Are any of your muses unemployed? Não, tecnicamente. Who takes the most sick days? Elphaba. Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Elphaba. Who sucks up to their boss? Elphaba, tecnicamente. What are their jobs? Rei e rainha. Who stresses the most? Francis. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Sim e não ao mesmo tempo. Are your muses financially stable? Muito.

— ⟢ home ⟢ —

Who does the washing? Empregadas. Who takes out the trash? Empregadas. Who does the ironing? Empregadas. Who does the cooking? Empregadas, mas a Elphaba também sabe. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Francis. Who is messier? Elphaba. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Nenhum deles. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Francis. Who is the prankster around the house? Nenhum deles. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Elphaba. Who mows the lawn? Empregadas. Who answers the telephone? Empregadas Who does the vacuuming? Empregadas. Who does the groceries? Empregadas. Who takes the longest to shower? Francis. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Elphaba, se tranca lá para não precisar se incomodar.

— ⟢ miscellaneous ⟢ —

Is money a problem? Não, realeza né, meu anjo. How many cars do they own? No verse moderno muitos, no verse clássico várias carruagens e cavalos sangue-puro. Do they own their home or do they rent? São felizes proprietários do palácio de Versalhes e mais alguns pelo mundo. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Tecnicamente both. Do they live in the city or in the country? Cidade. Do they enjoy their surroundings? Elphaba reclama, mas adora. What’s their song? Worst of you + Issues What do they do when they’re away from each other? Ficam felizes. Where did they first meet? Na corte francesa. How did they first meet? No baile de noivado deles quando ainda eram dois pequetucho. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Elphaba, levando o Francis a falência pra ele aprender. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Francis. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Ambos. Any mental issues? Vários. Who’s terrified of bugs? Elphaba. Who kills the spiders around the house? Francis. Their favourite place? A casa de campo. Who pays the bills? Tecnicamente o país. Do they have any fears for their future? Sobrevivência. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Francis, porque sempre ta fazendo merda e precisando compensar. Who uses up all of the hot water? Elphaba. Who’s the tallest? Francis. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Francis e a Elphie sempre fica com cara de cu pelos primeiros segundos. Who wanders around in their underwear? Francis. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Elphaba. What do they tease each other about? Tudo até virar briga. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Elphaba para o Francis. Do they have mutual friends? Sim, a maioria. Who crushed first? Por incrível que pareça, Francis, mas isso foi antes. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Álcool, de ambas as partes. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Francis. Who swears the most? Francis.