#.sm....pls dont feel pressured to match length. looks at my hands

[recitedemise]

Oh, gosh, yes, let's take him apart to his very last atom. In fact, let's savor all his secrets, plundering through his belly to chance a gander at his heart. Let's burrow for his memories and let's moon upon his aches, and let's render him a study less a puzzle more cadaver -- and poke and poke and watch him bleed. Oh, she boasts a mouth that's caustic. She bears a gaze like knives. And it'd be fun, wouldn't it?, so earnest as he is with those eyes so deep. Yes, Gale's harboring his secrets, his orb somehow sucking to draw her in, and not for the first time, his mouth nearly waters when he takes a peek at her. Something strong. Something ancient. For she is more than she seems.

It would love to have her, wouldn't it? Yes.

Gale, with effort, pointedly ignores that.

"And for the sake of your pride, I shall pretend your attempt at indifference was convincing." Gosh, they're similar, apparently. She can't rightly remember, but her body's memory — long, and considerably so — holds to her fondness for both rebellion and odds. Gale seems much the same, little buckling to the weight of her needling provocations, but then, perhaps his time in Blackstaff had taught his lean for mettle. Being an Arse 101. He was a damned prodigy in the making. "Mind you, not that I'm in any rush to lay myself bare before your whittling study," he continues, amiable if not witty, "but considering my understandable allure, I wager I haven't much a say." No. "If you aren't much for jaunts, then you're more for spelunking down considerable ravines. That said, I've ought to warn you of the vastness of this wizard before you. Much like a book, his mystery is hardly offered as much as it is wrested from his grasp. One could find themselves tumbling right on down his depths," his aches, "but I suppose I couldn't fashion a more tempting challenge if I tried."

Silly man. Though, there's a more frightening threat, isn't there? An adage of sorts, if she'd recall, something about peering into the shadowy dark. Should she stare too longly, then the void, all-seeing, would stare back in turn. And what will it discover? What in her will he find? Gale watches as she settles, the swarthy of her shadow strewn about the rockcliff in these woods about them. He stops his writing, scratching out a verse about dock-side promenades, and the way she intrigues and endlessly beguiles. (Fallen angel? Fallen chosen.) His orb throbs again. "Ha. I'm sure she'd appreciate the sentiment," dear Tara, "though I imagine she would say I've spent enough time being owned." How interesting. Gale's eyes go wistful, and leaning over, offers her a pillow for comfort. "Learn to stand on your own, she'd tell me. I've the feeling this-" their journey "-isn't what she had in mind."

"mh, please do." the retort comes, immediate and amused; it is a threat that some would have taken as an arrow to the chest, but the sorceress finds herself rather unshaken by the promise of it. at worst, she could simply walk away from the babbling mess of a wizard; she has done it before and would have no qualms about doing it again. at best, she would find it amusing to dissect his words; the pieces of his speech that are there because they must, the pieces he brought because he thought the audience would like them, and the pieces that are shy to emerge for they are only there because he is. he is a well-oiled machine she would like to take apart, cog by cog, in the hopes of getting to the heart of whatever machinery has brought him here; a bomb in his chest and him as the forelorn lover of a goddess.

"i shall pretend you did not just insult my wisdom", she offers most benevolently, like a dagger pressed to fragile skin and taken away just as quickly; the kiss of a threat, and its loud retrieval, "though i am disappointed, wizard, do i look like the kind of girl who seeks jaunts?" her smile is tantalizing; she knows little about her past life but something has travelled to the other side of amnesia-- her love of defying the odds. challenges are quite difficult for her to ignore, so sure of her ability to withstand any amount of pain or loss if presented with the promise of victory. here, standing above him like a fallen angel whose wings are naught but flickers of light and specks of shadow, she is just a smile; she meets his stare with one of her own. whatever spell he speaks into existence, she seems rather interested in seeing what will blossom from the incantation. "i prefer my entertainement to be a bit more… substantial. we shall see if you can make yourself interesting enough." there, gale of waterdeep, a challenge of your own: see how long you can keep her enraptured.

as for the mention of his tressym, she laughs; she does not know if she had animals prior to her becoming the home of a rather disgusting larva, but she finds herself to be rather taken by the idea of being a creature's companion. "from the looks of it, it is more likely i will fight tara for custody over you, not the other way around." which is to say: she chose you and owns you more than you do her. as for what can be implied with such a statement, well, it shall remain hidden in the smirk blossoming on her lips as she finds a spot to sit cross-legged, as graceful as ever when she lowers herself to ground. an invitation for him to tell her more about these… thrilling adventures he spoke of.

[nad-zeta]

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heya!! tysm again fr the ikesen matchup, i loved it sm ♡ sooo now could i pls get a matchup for ikevamp, if its ok? 💞 (ps i hope ur doin ok!!) here’s the info again!!

bi girl, i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor or ravenclaw, neutral good, scorpio. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm!!

medium-length straight-ish black hair (side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! 5'5-ish, filipina! im getting glasses soon~

complex daydreamer- i crave affirmation/praise!! anxiety, i overthink sm! quiet w/ others cause idk what to say. im like half funny/playful & half deep/awkward- easily annoyed but guilty after cause im soft-hearted. i have a way w/ words, poetic? hopeless romantic! i tend to be quite chaotic? sorta socially anxious-

not innocent/naive but ppl think so at 1st! i look fine but im a big mess. superiority complex, insecure- smart n knowledgeable. passionate! a kid w/ my twin but w/ others, mature. its hard to friend ppl! dramatic but rather closed off. its hard for me to ask fr help- opinionated but i try to understand. i need lots of space,,,

i like to have fun n loosen up but would also just cuddle n have long convos. forgive but never forget- realist but rather optimistic. good w/ technology! imaginative/creative. near-sighted! rather selfish, i put myself 1st. love language is words of affirmation/quality time- stubborn! observant- sensitive.

a habit- i tend to drift away n just think? i care a lot abt how i look! i like bein the best so i get competitive. keyboard smashes!! i swear quite often. i like bein organised! i like makin faces!!

fun fact: math/history r my faves. sometimes im rlly hyper n say the most random things? i fear judgement, future, unknown, n failure. bilingual, learnin french! fr pda only hand-holding?

likes: gaming, affection, jokes (stupid/puns), space (stars), weapons (swords/guns), music, instruments (piano), animals, movies, books, philosophy, psychology, writing, exhilirating stuff, astronomy, mythology, etc.

dislikes: heat, presentations, naivety, stupidity, blind faith, stereotypes, being pressured, etc.

tysm!! shjsjsjs i changed it a bit- anyway, stay safe!! dont forget to take care of urself 💞

Hehe, you are most welcome dear!🥰❤🌻 I’m so happy you sent in another request! You are honestly so sweet! ❤🥰Soz for taking sooo long! I hope you enjoy this dear and I hope you are looking after yourself! Sending lots o hugs! 🌻❤ @x-joie-x

So I match you with………….. Napoleon

The first time Napoleon meets you was when he legit grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him, as he tried to get you out of the mansion. It was not safe for a human in a mansion full of vampire, and this soldier wanted to get you out before it was too late. But alas it was just that, too late. By the time the two of you had arrived at the door from whence u came, it was sealed shut, and no amount of tugging or pulling could get it to open.

Comte, who had heard the commotion, stepped into the hallway to see you and Napoleon trying to open the door. He strode over to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as he led you and the soldier to his study so he could explain. After a lengthy explanation about your current situation he named Napoleon as your personal bodyguard to help you navigate, the Paris of the past

To say you were starting to overthink and get anxious would be an understatement. Napo looked over at your quiet demeanour and scanned your face to find a glimpse of anxiety. After the conversation with Comte was over, Sabastion came to escort you to your room for the night.

The next few days you spent cooped up in your room. Too anxious to leave, u needed time and space to sort through your feelings. 

Your stomach started grumbling, but you just ignored it, cause honesty you were just too stubborn to go downstairs and ask for help. Napo had been pacing outside your door, trying to figure out the best way to coax you from your room. That’s when he heard the rumble coming from your stomach. He gently opens the door and strode into your room, “come nunuche, I made too many pancakes this morning, And I need some help finishing them.” Just as you were about to refuse your stomach gave another loud growl, cue Napoleon bursting out into laughter, “I think its best we feed that little bear before it gets angry.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Napo, as the soldier went from scary and intimidating to boyish and playful in 0.2 seconds. You smiled as you watch the former Emporer of France try to catch his breath through his full body laughter fit. He finally calmed down and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the dining room. A new fit of laughter erupted from the man as you couldn’t help but crack a joke on your way there. The rest of the afternoon was spent cracking jokes and eating pancakes.

Napo found you incredibly amusing, especially how you could go from funny and playful, to awkward in 2 seconds flat. He loved to joke along with you and then tease you whenever you would turn into an awkward mess the second one of the other residents entered into the room. 

Especially Arthur, you would often get annoyed at his flirty comments and pick up lines, you absolutely left Napo in stitches when you made a sarcastically awkward comment back to Arthur on afternoon. Napo had learned by now that you were actually rather soft-hearted so the minute he saw the guilt flash across your eyes for being annoyed at Arthur’s comments, he squeezed your hand in reassurance, “don’t feel guilty nunuche, trust me he deserves it. Plus if you don’t believe me, just ask Isaac.”

Napoleon would invite you with him every day to help teach the children at his makeshift school. At first, you were somewhat socially awkward, but thanks to Napoleon and Isaac’s encouragement, you actually started teaching a class of your own. Napo loved how smart and passionate you were. You gave your all in teaching the children various topics, and honestly, Napo couldn’t help but fall in love with you. You taught them everything from maths to history, and the children absolutely adored you. So did Napoleon tbh, the man would take sneaky glances just watching you in your element. When stealing these little glances of you, a lovestruck foolish smile would dance across his face, which most certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Isaac or the children.

After class, Isaac would go off to his second job as a professor of the University, leaving you and Napoleon up to your own devices. Napoleon seemed to bring out that playful side of you, as the two of you goofballs would grab lunch at a nearby cafe. Or have a little picnic in the park, and just spend the entire time quick-firing stupid puns and jokes at each other. You sometimes get super hyper and start saying random words, which leads the two of you to have loads of random conversations. And TBH the two of you are always pulling silly faces at each other just for laughs. You live for those moments when u make a joke or pull a face, and monsieur de Whaha starts erupting with laughter. It is a true sight to behold, the way his whole body shakes, and the sight alone is enough to prompt you into your own laughing fit.

The day Napoleon knew you were the one and only woman for him, was the day he found you in the training hall. You loved swords and weapons so when you were helping Sebastian with housework one day, and you came across a vast display of swords, you were absolutely ecstatic. You wasted no time in picking up one of the swords and swishing it around. Napoleon walked into the room just as you pick up one of the swords and his eyes went wide, “pfft what in the world are you doing?” You narrowed your eyes at the man, as he chuckled, “practising, obviously.” 

Napoleon’s eyes lit up as he strode past you to pick up a sword of his own, “then I shall be your partner.” You smiled a broad smile as you went on the offensive and attacked Napoleon. The two of you spent the next few hours smack-talking each other as you fought. Napoleon enjoyed every moment of your fight and the way you were determined to win. He found that competitive side of you rather sexy, so much so that he decided to confess his feelings.

After you had beaten him, he proposed a rematch, but this time he raised the stakes. He went on the offensive, and just before delivering the final blow, he dropped his sword and grabbed hold of you. Smouldering jade blue eyes met your brown ones questioningly, and once he found his answer, he leaned down to kiss you.

The former emperor of France was utterly head over heels for your stubborn optimistic, competitive personality. He absolutely adored what a walking contradiction you were, being both a realist and optimistic, being organized yet messy at the same time. Napoleon had noticed early on in your relationship that you were rather closed off and slowly, but surely he managed to get you to open up to him. The two of you have had many a deep conversation while cuddling. 

He found that whenever you were snuggled in his arm, it was easy to pry information out of you. Especially when he would tickle you. He found out a lot during his cuddle interrogation sessions like how you feared judgement, the unknown future and failure, like how you actually care about your appearance and that you have a superiority complex. None of which scared him off, if anything he loved you more for it! Being sure to curb and banish all your insecurities with the sweetest words of affirmation and praise.

Napo like you, is also a bit of a romantic so this dork will 100% plan dates under the stars, especially after he found out about your love for astronomy and space/stars. He will definitely plan small quiet dates for the two of you, away from the loudness of the mansion. This boi will burst into your room in the afternoon, drag you to the stables, plonk you on top of a hose and before you know it you are sitting in his arms reading or chatting about anything from philosophy to psychology under the shade of a willow tree, surrounded by flowers.

Napo loves your writing, and this boi will insist you read him your fics whenever you finish them. He will spend the next ten days bragging about how amazing your writing skills are to everyone, even going as far as to say your a much better writer than Arthur. 

Knows you need space and alone time and will give you as much as it as you need. He knows you will come and find him once you want some company again. And once you do seek him out, he will crush you in a warm embarrass and whisk you off on some exhilarating adventure.

Mornings between the two of you sweethearts consist of soft, heart-melting moments. Naturally, the first thing Napo does when he wakes up is, plant a loving kiss on your lips. He will tighten his embrace around you as he cracks open his eyes to wish you a good morning all while nuzzling your neck. He knows you are a sucker for sweet words so he will be whispering the sweetest of endearments to you, in between lazy morning kisses. Best be sure this boy will complement and praise you every single day of your life.

Other potential matches…………….. Dazai

I hope you enjoyed this dear! 🌞🌻and I hope you have a super good day! ❤❤🌻