#• inbox games

[prompthaven]

inbox game for fanfic writers 📨🖊️

when did you first start writing?

what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

do you ever read your own writing for fun?

if you could erase any three tropes from existence, what would they be?

do you prefer writing longer or shorter works?

do you have a “guilty pleasure” (trope, character, au etc.) to read or write?

what is your favourite thing that you’ve ever written?

tell us the titles of your three favourite works in progress.

which app do you use to write?

what is your most favourite character to write about and why?

what is your least favourite character to write about and why?

do you read a lot of fanfiction?

how do you shake burnout or writer’s block?

do you write smut? if yes, would you ever stop? if no, would you ever consider it?

are there any works you’ve written that you personally dislike?

when do you think you’ll stop writing fanfiction?

how many wips do you have right now?

name three fic writers you personally like to read from or are inspired by.

do you proofread your writing before you post it?

[alchemistc]

for the intimacy prompts, it's buck & tommy so of course gotta go with #7 kissing scars or #50 patching up a wound or whichever other prompt sparks joy for u <3

Buck's late. Holy shit he is so late. He'd promised Maddie he'd be at the house like, half an hour ago, but he'd gotten caught up in a conversation with Jana from B shift on his way out the door and it'd been just enough time to cause an extra half hour backup on the highway that had clogged up all his usual back road routes, too.

With this in mind, he's rushing as he parks the Jeep, barely paying any attention as he shoves his door closed and practically sprints up the walkway.

And of course, of course, he's jittery, rushing, so it takes him three tries to get the key in the lock, and by the time he swings the door open with apologies on his lips, he sort of wants the floor to just swallow him up.

There's no Maddie. There's no Maddie or Chim, who would definitely be standing in the entryway giving him shit for somehow ending their shifts at the same time and still managing to be late.

All there is is the faint sound of voices coming from down the hallway, so he follows those until he catches the light leaking out from the open door of the bathroom.

As he nears, the voices become a little clearer. Jee says something, too soft for Buck to catch, a little strain in her voice he's vaguely concerned about until the other voice responds, in a familiar cadence that has Buck stopping dead in his tracks for half a heartbeat before he remembers - crap, he'd invited Tommy over, too, when it became clear it was the only 'free' night they'd have for like, six days, and now not only is he late to babysit his own niece but he's left Tommy the task of sending Maddie and Chim off on their date.

Buck ignores the little skip of his heartbeat at the idea that Maddie and Chim had felt comfortable just ... leaving Jee in Tommy's hands. That's a dumb train of thought - Chim knows Tommy, and Maddie hasn't made a secret of how much she likes Tommy, too, there's no reason to get gooey about it.

"...and viola!" comes Tommy's exclamation, and in the bathroom, Jee giggles. He must be making a face, or doing some gesturing. Jee's a little obsessed with Tommy, still, just as enchanted as Buck by the way his focus is always so intent when she's telling him something, by the way he's always got a follow up question, by the way he's not remotely afraid to dissolve into giggles with her.

"Now you!" Jee exclaims, and Buck knocks on the doorframe, tilts his head in to get the scope of things. Jee's up on the counter, legs kicking, a bright orange bandage on her knee and the box in her hand being brandished in Tommy's face where he's kneeling on the bathroom floor. There's a tube of Neosporin open next to her, and some bloody paper towels in the trash, but Tommy and Jee both glance up at him with smiles on their faces.

"Hi Jee," Buck says, and Jee waves, in that weird age where she'll be talking a mile a minute and then go completely mute for like twenty minutes until she's had time to process something. She kicks at the cabinet below her and shakes the box of Band-Aids at Tommy's head, and Buck gets the message. "Hi, Tommy."

Something soft and quiet passes between them. Buck's trying to be cool about this relationship, but there are times where the comparisons start to rattle around in his brain, a bit, and he's - it's never felt like this. He can't imagine Chim and Maddie even feeling comfortable enough to leave Jee alone with Natalia or Taylor, let alone actually asking them to join him for an evening of Bluey and hotdog Mac and Cheese. And it's - maybe he's just older, more settled in his bones. Maybe the secret sauce is those relationships not working out, so that Buck knew exactly what he was looking for, and what he wasn't. He's grateful for that, but mostly he thinks it's just Tommy - how steady he is, how grounded, how one look from Tommy can ease a days worth of worries crawling under Buck's skin.

"Sixty words a minute for the last forty-five and suddenly you don't wanna talk to your Uncle Buck?" Tommy teases, massive hand curling around the bottom of Jee's foot to shake her leg, and Jee giggles and ducks, arms crossing and head shaking 'no' as she presses her heel into Tommy's palm and nearly launches herself into the mirror behind her. Buck slides a hand behind her head to steady her - clearly she's a little accident prone today, and he's not particularly in the mood for a visit to the hospital this evening.

The movement brings him close enough for Tommy to touch, and he wraps his free hand around Buck's calf, squeezing for a moment before he uses it as leverage to lift himself off the bathroom floor. This bathroom isn't nearly large enough for two grown ass men standing shoulder to shoulder, they barely fit toe to toe.

"Hi," Buck says, when Tommy comes level with him, chests brushing and a familiar fond look in his eye.

"Hi," he repeats, grin going wide, and next to them Jee squirms and grabs at both their arms.

"No kiss!"

Buck tilts his head, and Tommy mirrors it, brow raised. "You heard the lady," he admonishes in a wry tone when Buck's gaze darts immediately for his lips.

This doesn't seem to satisfy Jee-Yun, who leans forward to smack at Tommy's wrist. "No, kiss!"

The change in tone is enough for both of them to glance down at her. She's pointing at her bandaged knee, which makes a lot more sense. Shed spent the last 118 barbeque demanding every couple in her immediate eyeline kiss for her entertainment, like an extremely cute fork against a champagne glass.

Buck's not thinking about weddings, though. He's not.

(He absolutely is, but at least he and Tommy have, like, talked about it. In vague hypotheticals, but... still.)

Jee slaps her knee for emphasis.

Clearly whatever she did hadn't injured her too badly, but there is a rule. You bandage something, you gotta kiss it better.

Tommy eyes the distance back to the floor like he's eighty years old, not a fit forty, so Buck makes it easier on all of them by squeezing in and swinging Jee over his shoulders, her legs fucking pinwheeling enough to force Tommy to duck as her breathless giggles fill the echoing tiles of the bathroom. Settled onto Buck's shoulders, Jee digs her fingers into Buck's hair, and Tommy leans in and makes an exaggerated smacking noise as he presses his lips to her bandage.

She shifts her weight, pleased, and tugs hard on Buck's ear. "Okay, now kiss," she demands, and Tommy snorts with laughter as he leans in.

[gayhoediaz]

bucktommy + “come back to bed”

“Come back to bed.” Still half asleep, Buck’s morning voice is so thick, so rough that he nearly sounds sick, even to his own ears. “Too early,” he adds after clearing his throat, bullying the side of his face deeper into his boyfriend’s soft pillow.

Tommy chuckles from somewhere in the room, the sound just as soothing as the faint, sound of rare drops of rain tapping against the bedroom window.

“I was gonna make you breakfast,” Tommy tells him, a large hand sliding into his hair, combing it back towards the pillow.

“Really?” Buck blinks his eyes open, taking in the view of Tommy towering over him, eyes warm, a wide, close-mouthed - fond - smile on his face.

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, trailing his hand down the side of Buck’s face as he rolls over onto his back, casually allowing his eyes to drift up and down his body, appreciating his bare chest before they settle back on his face. “Figured you’d be hungry after last night,” Tommy says, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re sweet,” Buck hums, happiness fluttering in his stomach as he catches Tommy’s hand in his own.

[renmackree]

#24 ...in danger for sterek please 🥰

send a ship and a number, get a kiss || Open

24. ... in danger

"Get down!" Stiles hissed as he grabbed Derek and pushed him against the boxes. The smoke crawled through the room as the gunfire continued where they had been moments ago. "Did they get you?"

Derek shook his head and Stiles closed his eyes for a moment. They were out numbered now, what little support they had was gone and it was just them. Stiles knew they wouldn't last long enough for them both to get out, but he could make sure Derek did.

"Stiles -"

Stiles swallowed Derek's sentence with his lips, the two hungrily aching for one another among the chaos; a brief respite in each other's arms.

"Run, I can't hold them back forever, but you're faster. Go." Stiles pushed himself up now, pulling the gun from his holster and firing off shots so Derek could make a break for it. Stiles' scream echoed through the room, hoping it was enough time for Derek to push forward; his sacrifice wouldn't be in vain.

"Stiles, you're out!" Erica called, the electronic whirring of the laser tag vest indicating he had been shot. Boyd and Isaac stepped out from behind their cover, the two sharing a high five. "We win!"

"Oh au contraire Cat woman." Stiles beamed, turning to where Derek now stood holding the other team's flag. "WE win!"

[sephirthoughts]

How we feel about that lil redheaded bitch Reno?

thank you for the ask vengeance etc. (this ask game)

YAAASSSSSSSSSS MY REDHEADED BITCH

How I feel about this character

love. love him. love his visual design, love his attitude, love him and his boyfriend being comic relief in Advent Children

All the people I ship romantically with this character

OTP Rude. they have a "they were roommates" level thing going on with their "partnership" also their visual contrast and height difference and personalities all make it too good.

smut: everyone but usually as thirds with Rude. i love reno/rude/tifa, also reno/rude/cloud

My non-romantic OTP for this character

still Rude. they are joined forever in my heart and by their one brain cell

My unpopular opinion about this character

gender nonbinary because he's too gorgeous for any one gender to claim him

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i wish there was just more of him. that's all. also i want him to do a pole dance but that is for personal reasons

THANK YOU FRIEND! ALSO AWAIT MY VENGEANCE! 🖤

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Please go into my inbox to psycho-analyze me like one of those long video essays about cartoons and tv shows....

[redd956]

Random Questions Ask Game

📸 - What's one of your favorite photos in your phone?

🐈 - If you had to pick, cat or dog?

🔮 - What's a paranormal or scary encounter you've had?

☠️ - What's one of your most controversial ships you like?

✨️- What's an article of clothing essential to your IRL character design?

🍙 - What's a food you've always wanted to try?

💎 - If you could steal anything without consequence, what would you take?

🧨 - You get to destroy a company. Which one and why?

🤩 - What's an unpopular thing you find attractive?

💗 - Name an accent you love to hear

💣 - Hot weather or cold weather?

🎵 - Do you play any instruments?

🍎 - What brought you to tumblr?

🍔 - What's a food you don't like/eat, but it still looks appetizing?

🌷 - How many languages do you know?

🌍 - Have you been in any natural disasters or major weather events before?

🎊 - What was the last thing you celebrated?

🍉 - You're transformed into your favorite blorbo. On a scale of 1 to 10, how screwed are you.

[eevylynn]

ooo for the kiss ask game - sterek with some #9. …in public. 😘

Send Me a Ship, I'll Write a Kiss

Sterek || 9. ...in public

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It wasn’t Stiles’ fault he forgot their relationship was still a secret from the pack.

He was just so damn relieved. Derek had not only survived going up against Deucalion at his weakest but had also regained his alpha spark—because of course he had. Derek was amazing like that. Stiles didn’t care who else was there.

The second he saw his exhausted boyfriend, Stiles ran straight to him. He threw his arms over Derek’s broad shoulders and planted a kiss on him right then and there.

Derek didn’t disappoint. His thick arms wrapped around Stiles, pulling him flush against his chest as he tilted his head and opened his mouth to Stiles.

They got lost in it—licking, nipping, breathing each other in. Everything else melted away.

Until someone cleared their throat behind them.

They broke apart, turning as one to face the group.

The pack stood scattered in various states of battered dishevelment as they stared at the pair in front of them. The Sheriff looked annoyed, but resigned. To his left, Scott was standing there completely gobsmacked.

[vickyvicarious]

Hey I know we are in the Dracula off-season but I bring you song offerings because a friend told me to listen to this song the other day and when I got around to listening to it I was baffled at the jonmina vibes

Little talks by Of Monsters and Men

I used to hear this song on the radio all the time, and I liked it but I haven't thought about it in ages. And listening to it with them in mind... you know, I don't think I would have seen it on my own but once I'm thinking about it I definitely get the vibes.

Definitely some of the back-and-forth works, though I wouldn't always assign the male voice to Jonathan or female to Mina. But in some instances it can work for both at different points of the book, definitely. Like the "some days I can't even trust myself / it's killing me to see you this way" - either Jonathan when he first comes back, or Mina when turning into a vampire.

I quite like the first verse in the context of both of them separated from one another in the first part of the book. Jonathan literally in an old and empty castle, (the idea of) Mina walking with him. Mina having trouble sleeping, kept up by worry and strange noises, and (the idea of) Jonathan trying to comfort her. But it could also be more literally the two of them after Hawkins died, too.

The second full verse as well - it's so wistful for the innocent past in a way that is so sad when applied to Jonathan and Mina who are both so young in the book. Also the juxtaposition of "we used to play outside when we were young / and full of life and full of love" straight to "some days I don't know if I am wrong or right / your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear" feels pretty brutal. But again, can work depending on the person and scene. They both feel that wistfulness for a lost innocence, and that last line specifically reminds me of Mina feeling unclean and Jonathan dismissing the idea.

And I mean everything about this feels VERY them:

You're gone gone gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn torn torn apart, there's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait wait wait for me Please hang around

Every time they are separated despite all their love and dedication. Mina caring for Jonathan who is a shadow of his former sense. Jonathan caring for Mina who is fading away before him. When they are side by side but cannot confide in one another, and when they have to say what might be their final farewells again and again. Pleading for the other one to return to them... I also love that this is both singers harmonizing, not just a dialogue back and forth. They both feel all of this.

Honestly, lyrics-wise the chorus fits least to me, but I like the idea that "though the truth may vary / this ship will carry / our bodies safe to shore" is about them sticking together no matter what comes. No matter how their very world around them is rewritten into new and more horrifying realities than were ever dreamed of.

Plus, specific lyrics aside, the theme of dreaming fits super well with Dracula, and I really like that bit about two and a half minutes in where things all fade away and you can almost hear this kind of echoing creaking. Reminds me of Mina's trances... and that being right before them both coming back stronger fits too. And then at the end, the same kind of sound but it's their (relation)ship sailing on strong.

[groovitrons]

Tell me your opinion or hot take on something, and I will respond with whether or not I agree and why.

[bassettmemes]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

meme created by @noshxme and reposted with permission.

[alchemistc]

Oh, those prompts are so good! If you’re inspired, either 21. listening to someone’s heartbeat or 23. wearing someone’s clothes for Buck/Tommy? Thank you!

He's so fucking tired, is the thing. He's tired, and he's cranky, and this shift had taken ages to end, so when he sees the slash of bright bright blue bleeding out of his duffle and knows immediately what it is, something soft and achy blooms in his chest, and he ignores the subtle eyebrow from Lucy when he pulls it out.

The problem is she's seen Evan in this sweatshirt, less than a week ago when he'd dragged everyone out to trivia, when they'd all been well rested and happy to pepper Evan with stories about Tommy and the more sedate hijinks that Harbor station gets up to. Tommy ignores her look and shrugs it over his shoulders, dragging his head through the neck hole and not minding too much when the hood goes crooked, half stuck in his hair as he gets a wash of pleasant smells - Evan's aftershave, the detergent he uses, a hint of musk, Christ, he'd tucked it in to Tommy's bag unwashed like he knew exactly how much Tommy would want that.

Tommy does his level best not to look like he's huffing glue as he adjusts the hood around the back of his neck.

Donato bites her lip. Sighs, heavily. "Did you steal that, or are you guys in the part of the courting ritual where you do this exhausting shit on purpose just to point out how single the rest of us are?"

Tommy sends a half-hearted glare her way, gets another whiff of aftershave and tries his absolute hardest not to sigh like a lovelorn idiot. He's maybe half successful.

"You are choosing to be single. You have a great guy who'd absolutely love to lock you down, Donato." Tommy stuffs his hands into the front pocket and cocks a hip, and Donato frowns.

"He likes me too much. Don't trust it."

His huff of laughter cuts through the quiet of the locker room. "Hate to break it to you, Luce, but you kinda gotta open yourself up to the possibility of someone enjoying your company, if you want a glimpse at annoying, exhausting, stupid relationship shit."

"I'm trying to mock you, not get relationship advice from your domestically blissed ass."

It's not the first time someone has pointed out Tommy's supposed blissful status, but his body and his mind are so fucking tired and there are apparently, if Evan's last text is to be believed, a couple good cuts of steak seasoned and waiting for Tommy to fire up the grill at home. Which means there is also a man waiting for him there, too, a man with seemingly limitless energy and pockets of technically useless information, a man with silver-cast blue eyes and a birthmark over his brow that Tommy wants to bite every time he catches a glimpse of it out of the corner or his eye, a man he'd given his spare key months too soon just because he liked the idea of coming home to him, liked the idea of him creeping in while Tommy was passed out across his bed or shifting tools around in his garage or -

"Ugh. Gross. I'm leaving, now, tell Buck I said hi."

Tommy isn't actually sure he's going to do that, because he's just realized something that takes precedent, and no offense to Lucy, but she's already wormed her way into one of Evan's defining relationship moments and he's not giving her this one.

He waves her off and shoots Evan a text to let him know he's on his way.

Going home right away doesn't feel right, actually, now that he's thinking about it. He should get flowers, or - maybe learn a foreign language. How much Spanish have Christopher and Eddie taught Evan? Does Jee have some event he could crash?

(Tommy would like to point out that while he hasn't quite said it in words, he's not exactly upset about the way he and Evan are maybe a little batshit insane about each other. If Evan doesn't have any complaints, he's not going to put a damper on it, either.)

The drive home gives him enough time to talk himself down from hiring a skywriter, his cab awash in the scent of the armor-all Evan had spilled in it last week when he got distracted from 'helping' Tommy clean, the hints of scent from the hoodie that's maybe a little tight around the shoulders but still a perfect fit. For him. For Tommy.

Fuck. He should at least get the flowers.

Tommy makes himself keep driving. He's delirious with exhaustion, actually, that's why he keeps overthinking this, there's a steak dinner and a beautiful man waiting for him at home and Evan had probably gotten flowers at the market anyway. Because he does that, constantly, to the point that Tommy had run out of vases to keep them all in.

Tommy sits in the cab once he pulls in and tries hard not to romanticize the idea of Evan's Jeep looking right at home in the spot next to his.

Evan greets him at the door with a wide grin, a spoon in one hand, the other held under it to keep from spilling. "Taste," he says as a greeting, and Tommy opens his mouth more for the pleasure of seeing Evan's eyes light than any expectation for what's being put there.

Cucumber, vinegar, dill - he moans around the mouthful and barely chews before he swallows, suddenly intent to get his mouth on Evan's mouth. His duffle lands in the entryway with a thunk and he gets two hands into the hem of Evan's shirt, intent on tugging him in. "Hi," he says, and swallows whatever greeting Evan tries to return.

When they come up for air Tommy's pulse is racing, Evan is breathing heavily, and he's pretty sure there is a spoon tucked into his back pocket, left there when Evan slung his arm back to get a handful of Tommy's ass.

"Hi," he says, finally, eyes lingering on the neckline of the jacket he'd snuck into Tommy's bag.

The significance of the moment finally catches up to Tommy - the memory something Tommy sometimes falls back on when he gets too in his head about where this is going - stumbling through the emergency room doors with the leers of exhausted firefighters echoing in his ears, Evan a vision in blue (this blue) barely letting him get an apology out before trying to eat his face off in front of three amused nurses.

"Hey," Tommy says, feeling the day just slough off of him. His left hand has tucked itself neatly between Evan's impressive pectorals, and he contemplates, for a moment, just saying fuck it to the steaks and shoving him back until he can press Evan to his sheets, blanket himself atop him, press his cheek there instead of his hand and listen to the steady beat.

Evan blinks back at him, his eyes doing something unbearably sweet, and Tommy has to tell him, he really, absolutely does, only -

"I'm in love with you," Evan says, laughing a little breathlessly once the words are out, hands pressing in at Tommy's waist, a sort of wondrous expression leaking in around his smile lines.

Tommy should maybe feel like the wind has been ripped from his sails, but the fever-pitch beat of his heart won't let him.

"Y-you don't have to, like, say it back. I just. God I like you so much but I'm also - I love you," he repeats, or amends, or - there's something settled, in his expression, like just saying it was enough, like he doesn't expect Tommy to feel the same.

Tommy waits a beat. Slides the hand on his chest up over the rasp of his end-of-day stubble, thumbing the crook of his chin, fingers dancing over his cheekbone. "Evan," he says, sounding a little breathless, which should be embarrassing but Tommy doesn't care, and Evan's gaze catches and holds as he waits for whatever Tommy has to say next

[gayhoediaz]

bucktommy + “you wanna come over later?”

“You wanna come over later?”

With a hand on his waist, Evan says the words with a smile and eyes so bright that Tommy thinks his mouth goes dry - only emphasized by the fact that they’re… standing in the middle of his station, the one-eighteen gathered all around, clearly trying not to pay attention - but they’re not fooling anyone.

Tommy had only come by to return a jacket Eddie left in his helicopter during their Vegas trip, he really hadn’t meant to do… this at all. They haven’t been seeing each other that long, and it’s the first time Evan is with a man - the last thing Tommy would ever want to do is push.

“I mean…” Evan starts to go sheepish when Tommy apparently takes too long to answer, his hand disappearing from his waist. “…unless you have other plans, I-�� Tommy cuts him off by catching his hand in his own before he’s able to rip it too far out of his reach.

“Yes,” he says, chest blooming with warmth when Evan ducks his head, grinning, returning the squeeze Tommy gives his hand. “But you, uh…” he says, then, not taking his eyes off of Evan’s. “…know everyone’s watching, right?”

“I don’t care,” Evan says. “I haven’t seen you in almost a week. Kiss me.”

And of course - Tommy does.

[renmackree]

27…as a suggestion for the kiss game. Derek ship of your choice!

send a ship and a number, get a kiss || Open

27. …as a suggestion

"Truth."

"Boring!" Stiles called out as Kira spoke. "I thought the game was called 'Truth or Dare', not 'Only Stiles picks Dare because everyone is a scaredy wolf'."

It had been the third truth in a row and no one was asking any good questions. Everything was all PG things he knew from just stalking their Facebook profiles - even the dares were something you'd see in a teeny bop romance movie.

"She doesn't need to pick a Dare, Stiles." Scott warned, but Kira sat up a little straighter on the couch.

"No, I change my answer. Dare."

Erica shot Stiles a look of thanks and leaned forward. "Take off Scott's shirt with your teeth."

The crowd oo'd and Kira's face flushed as she leaned down and began awkwardly taking Scott's shirt off. It didn't take long until she had taken the white t-shirt off and spat it onto the floor. Stiles could see Scott's ears turning pink and knew at least he was having a good time too.

Kira reached over and spun the bottle, watching as it landed on Stiles. "Oh, Stiles. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare. Naturally."

Kira looked over to Erica, cocking her head as if she was asking a question. Erica nodded and Kira turned back to Stiles. "I dare you to kiss the next person to walk through the door."

Stiles snorted, looking around the room. Everyone who had said they were going to be here was here. The next person to walk through the door would either be Jackson (big nope since that little lizard was still slithering somewhere in London still) or Derek and there was no way in hell Derek was going to just show up without-

The door opened and Derek walked in, eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a deep frown. "Isaac, why did you text me 911?"

Stiles whipped his head over to see Erica, Isaac, and Boyd trying (and failing) to hide shit eating grins on their faces.

Oh Stiles was going to fucking murder them.

"Stiles are you a Scaredy Wolf?" Boyd asked as he motioned to Derek. "It's called 'Truth or Dare' not 'Stiles chickens out'."

He narrowed his eyes at Boyd, pushing up from the armchair so he could saunter his way to where Derek was standing confused. This was it, this was how everything ended.

"Hey honey bee," Stiles crooned, kissing Derek on his lips firmly. Derek's arm wrapped around him tightly, pulling him closer before breaking the kiss.

"Hi, Wildflower. What's the emergency?"

Stiles wished he had a camera for their faces.

[sephirthoughts]

Did anyone already ask about Genesis for the character ask game? If not I'm asking. If so, I'll take Tseng instead.

NO ONE ASKED ABOUT MY BELOVED GENESIS

(this ask game)

How I feel about this character

I LOVE HIM BUT ⤵️

i don't know what games everyone else is playing, but the popular fanon characterization of him is utterly baffling to me. i mean i know the racist hetbro gamers hate him cause he's queer coded and GACKT but i'm talking about people who claim to LOVE him. it's beyond me

All the people I ship romantically with this character

seriously: sephiroth. or vincent. no one else is good enough for him. except weinero as a poly thing, because i love that he has personal ties to them.

smut: everyone not female he is one of my few pure gays

My non-romantic OTP for this character

vincent. they're both cursed to immortality and being weapons for the planet and they both wear a lot of red and tend toward theatrics. they would understand each other

My unpopular opinion about this character

all of them. i don't think he's a villain, i don't think he's a malicious social manipulator, I FUCKING KNOW HE NEVER LIED, i don't think he was intentionally cruel to sephiroth in the reactor, i don't think he hurt a lot of innocent people, i DO think his parents had it coming, i don't think it's wrong that he was envious of sephiroth, i don't think angeal was a good friend to him, i can see with my fucking eyeballs that he does not have freckles, i don't think it's cool for cis people to keep making him their token transmasc just because they view him as feminine...must i go on? i know i have excluded myself from the majority of the genesis fan community because my opinions are SO unpopular but I CARE NOT. THOSE WHO SEE AS I DO ARE MY SWORN BROTHERS FOREVER

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i wish he'd show up in the last remake game with two huge golden wings and gorgeous hip-length red hair and save the planet IN A BLAZE OF GAY GLORY SUCH AS THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN

but there is a 0.0001% chance of that happening. c'est la vie

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MY FRIEND!!! I SHALL BE AVENGED! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Heya Guys, I got a pretty fun idea for an inbox game/prompt for you guys to send over to me:

How would I and the 9 Mercs from TF2 get along? How would our dynamics be? Are some of us friends, acquaintances, crush, Hell, Maybe even see me as family? (I esp wanna learn this with how me and Spy would get along specifically)

Please please PLEASE send these in I'm BEGGING to know, I NEED to know!

Hope to see what y'all can come up with!!