#HNNNGH THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

[smilingperformer]

SO, about today's Horizons episode, HZ014! Gonna put under the cut so no one who's behind on watching these episodes won't get accidentally spoiled on. Thou tag filtering is a thing, but anyway!

It was great! Truly enjoyable, there are some dialogue not easy to understand for me but most of the episode was easy to understand by simply following what the characters were doing on screen, which is brilliant story-telling in animation!

And I must say right now, I LOVE Kaiden! So much! It has so much personality already and it's such a nice take on a bird Pokémon who, ironically, cannot fly. Mostly seems to be related to being afraid of heights? And the way Roy was helping Kaiden out and trying to figure out ways to help it was just... HNNNGH my heart strings, it was really adorable and sweet. And the way Liko and Murdock got to witness it was such a nice way to tie in three different happenings in the episode. And it culminating into the two bonding so close that both feel sad about separation and instead Kaiden flies, kinda badly, towards Roy and when it ends up beginning to fall to the river, just as Murdock gave Roy the pokeball for capture (he knew right away ;__;), Roy catches it. It is such a good capture it might actually be among top fav catches in all these years ;V;

Also Murdock thanking Liko for being friends with Dot like asjfhsfjkhfkjhf he's so glad Dot's begun to socialize and it's kinda thanks to Liko aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh they're all so sweeet!!

We also kinda come to realise in this ep that, Friede doesn't really tell his crew everything even when he ABSOLUTELY should! He was lured into a trap by two Pokémon, clearly trained, and he told them nothing when asked by Orio where he went. It feels like it's simply because he doesn't want others to worry. But I also feel like this is what caused Liko to get off guard about a VERY obviously sus mail to her rotomphone about a spice that Murdock, conveniently, couldn't get before when the two went shopping. And was eavesdropped by Spinel's Beeheeyem? God I never remember that Pokémon's name, not in english, not in japanese lol.

But like yeh. Liko got lured into a trap partly due to how Friede didn't tell anyone to be careful despite obvious danger lurking around them, got hypnotised by Spinel's Beeheeyem-whatever, got snached of the pendant and, on top of it all: seemingly lost her memory alongside Nyahoja! THAT FU-

Anyway I am now looking for Spinel to talk to him about what he did to Liko totally not gonna punch him in the face-

AHEM.

Anyway, brilliant ep, definitely looking forward to next ep because it definitely is gonna be important for Liko ;A;

[eisa96]

A preview of the first drama CD (Vol.1)

It’s going to be focus on cases that couldn’t get in the anime. The first one is the motel case (chapter 4) featuring Hiyakawa & Mikado.

The second one is the homeless man case (chapter 19) featuring Mukae & Mikado ft.Hanzawa

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[swordsxandxshadows]

“Skin” + crown of Aku's short stature. (From my 6'2" tol flamy boi)

☯ Send me, “Skin” + a body part and my muse will react to yours kissing that area. ☯

Gentle and tender moments, rare as they were to manifest, were always warmly welcomed and accepted with ferocious need and want. The feed and filled that everlasting demand for warmth and affection that had been missing for an eternity of time, embraced and absorbed whenever it was given with such willingness and devoted care. Feeling the press of the softest kiss against the temple, brimming with vast endearment and attentiveness causing the rise of heat in the depth of the wizard’s being. A clenching of the heart, that was both almost painful but also welcome tightening that almost left them breathless and with a flutter in the depth of their stomach.

Strong and dependable arms wrapped around the small and almost delicate form of the spellcaster, holding him strongly and firmly in their grasp. Pulled flushed against the chiseled and familiar built of the pyromancer, feeling the heat that came with such closeness that warmed him even more. Some might find the heat intense and unbearable, but it was welcomed and loved by the shapeshifter, the manifest of his beloved’s presence and being at it’s most honest and purest. It was such a comforting feeling, one he had come to crave and desire above everything, almost addicted to it never having enough of a fill. Melting into the closeness, finding a security and safety in that moment as the world seemed to fade and melt away from them both. If only these times could last for eternity and never end, drinking in every millisecond of the moment to it’s purest degree and memorizing it.

Leaning into the embrace, wanting to return the affection that was shown but not willing to move and ruin the current position. Just soaking in, a gentle and harmonious noise that could be almost defined as a purr of sorts was emitted, expressing the happiness in the moment. 

“I guess there is some advantage to this miniscule height.���

Aku teased softly, hands rest and gently caressing the one’s wrapped around his tiny frame. Absorbed in the feeling that was being expressed. Whatever troubled them and nawed at their being faded to faint nothing, just letting the present moment take over. 

“ 私はこの気持ちに迷い、あなたの愛に溺れることがあります。それは中毒性があり、歓迎されています。”

[jennyfair7]

Why are tall Phantoms with small Christines the best?

Hi Anon! I can’t tell if your question is rhetorical or not because I’m bad at that sort of thing 😬😆 

If it is: I know, right?!

If it’s not: I fully admit I’m biased because I’m 5′3″ and my husband is 6′3″...but mostly I love it when the Phantom has to practically bend in half when Christine kisses him, or seeing a gigantic Phantom cowering/backing away from a tiny, feisty Christine in the final lair. 

(To be fair, I feel like Phantoms who aren’t as tall tend to really give it their all performance-wise. Peter Jöback is a good example. Also Rachel Anne Moore is a goddess and my girl crush and she’s on the tall side for Christines, so...it’s really the voice/performance that matters most!)

xoxo

[yostresswritinggirl]

The way he has to look down and she looks up 0(-( hnnngh hailou height difference

She's so tiny omayghad hahahahah they look so aww (and the fact that Alhaitham be smiling all the way) and the fact that she only turns her head when he looks at Cyno, slander /j

This reminded me of what I thought was the cutest/funniest frame in this whole interaction

MC protagonist moment Nilou there with both boys just constantly looking at her, love that for her

[aidoru-ojisan]

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

It was VERY hard to choose just one fic to ask about but I struggled through ... and have picked two 😌

Firstly seeing as it was top of my to read list and I’ve literally JUST read it can we have happy, not whole and 2, 4 and 11

and secondly forget me not with 2, 3 and one of your choosing please 😌🥰💙

u can indeed my dear will 😌🥺🥰😍💙

2: What scene did you first put down?

Hnnngh you are asking me to remember things will 😩 p sure the

They found their friend wandering the edge of the forest with a large stick, whacking trees with a refreshingly ugly expression on his face (during the day Leon was rarely angry, though often exasperated). “Whole,” he was muttering disgustedly under his breath. “That’s right, fucking broken aren’t I.”

Part was one of the first bits but nowhere near the entire scene its me were talking about i dont write in linear order and it was months ago🤣

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Hmmm honestly i think "You don't make me whole" :') el unapologetically rejecting all that damaging bullshit without being harsh or discounting his love for his partner

11: What do you like best about this fic?

How it turned out it really it began life as a bit of a vague snippet born out of figuring i couldn't have leon getting aro therapy without el exploring his feelings too not just hopping into full on sappy romance nd WEDDINGS in particular with no external or internal conflict

2: What scene did you first put down?

It miiight have been the outfits description did i build this whole fic as an excuse for that maybe 😅

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

speaking of 🙈

Her dress was simple: strapless and softest blush white, just the faintest shade of pink; caught at the waist by a pale gold ribbon before falling with a slight flare down to her gold sandals, their small heel bringing her only a small amount of extra height. The simplicity was deceptive though; with her dazzling smile and warm brown skin, it gave the ethereal impression that she was draped in the first tinges of sunrise.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

That it has a plot kind of?😅 and Development and all those things stories are supposed to have the only one of mine i can think of like that that i finished is The Blacksmith, the Rogue and the Stranger 😂

send me a fic and questions!

[jennyfair7]

Smol but mighty 😍

Mercedesz Csampai | Moscow 2015

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

Aloha! Can I have a matchup for BNHA, please? I'm an ESFP-A, I'm 5'7", female and a raging bisexual. I do volleyball, yoga, and I also do a lot of stretching. I really like drawing as well, but whether or not I'm good at it is another question XD I prefer someone who can keep me in-check, I suppose? I can be really reckless, and it's hurt a couple of people. But I also want them to have a sense of humor, so they can also lift my spirits. You can match me with anyone in the baku/deku squad. ty!

ᴀᴡ ʙʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ! ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘ ^u^

I match you with...

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Kyoka Jiro! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⋆☂˚｡ You two would be so cute together! I think that Jiro’s a very underrated character when it comes to the fandom, and she’s honestly just so sweet and passionate about the things she loves.

⋆☂˚｡ Jiro might not be the first person that you may consider someone that would be responsible, but she truly does care about you. She has a lot of passions, in specific, music-- but when you come into your life, suddenly, her passions are dedicated towards you

【  how you two met  】

☾ After Jiro performed for the school festival, you saw her working backstage, cleaning up, and trying to help with the props

☾ You decided to pop in as well to help out, and you started cleaning up all of the boxes

☾ And as if it was a movie, Jiro grabbed one of the boxes at the same time as you and looked up. She was a good seven inches shorter than you, and just hnnngh imagine her face?? Just like “ah! uh, i’m sorry-”

☾ But you brushed it off and said it was okay, and after, you two talked the rest of the day as you took the props back to where they should be. 

☾ (she won’t say it out loud, but she thinks it’s really cool how you can do volleyball. She’s literally just so- so smol and she just looks up at you, her eyes sparkling just like YES-)

【 relationship headcanons 】

First thing I want to address: height?? difference?? I’m sorry, I’m just such a sucker for things like these because it makes me so soft 🥺🥺 When you two are walking around together, she’s always looking at you with eyes that just sparkle, and she’s sharing her passions. She loves to watch you in volleyball games as well! Her eyes just always follow you like a magnet, and the way you move so smoothly gives her a surge of energy. Jiro would also send you good morning and goodnight texts, and freaks out when you send her one back-- she might have been hanging out with Ashido, and when you text her back, Ashido just announces to the whole world, “SHE TEXTED BACK SHE TEXTED BACK, I REPEAT, SHE TEXTED BACK-” and Jiro is just this big, flustered mess. Jiro often likes to wake up with you in the morning and stretch, but she’d probably take her time sleeping in (oh, and she also likes to be the lil’ spoon). And Jiro also loves your drawings! She’s convinced that no matter what, you’re just so persistent with everything and she really admires you for that. And luckily, because you’re friends with Jiro, you’re also really close to everyone else in the Bakusquad. You like to do Denki’s nails, have facials with Kirishima, have Bakugo teach your eyeliner, late-night talks with Mina, or hang out with Sero late into the night. And Jiro has so much respect for you wanting to improve, and overall, she’s just so proud of you. 

Bonus: HNNNGGGHHH imagine?? how cute it’d be?? if she wrote like 10000 songs about you, but never really made it direct?? like she’d show you the songs, play them for you, but she’d be too embarrassed to admit it was about you. But you know ;)

Thank you so much for requesting, bby! My requests will be open for a long time, send ‘em in! Stay safe ^U^ <3 <hugs!>

[picmurasaki]

Kiryu and Nishiki's height difference in the Stage Play is hnnngh Nishiki's so smol! Protect him Kiryu!♡

I wonder what happened when they casted the actors?

"I said 4cm difference NOT 4 INCHES!"

[hotsexydorks]

Hey man. Hoping you could do a continuation of the Derek/Harris prompt. It’s finally graduation and Derek was chosen to give his class speech. So he’s up on stage in front of his class and all the families naked under his gown with Harris’s cum dribbling out from the pre-ceremony fuck. A dildo vibrator being controlled by Harris inside. Then we see him getting fucked in his graduation gown and hat post ceremony in an empty classroom.

Derek/Harris : Graduation Day - [Detention Verse]

“My fellow graduates. Over the last four years here, we have learned a lot. So thank you to our coaches who taught us that we can always push ourselves a little bit more and to know that our teams have our back. To our teachers who taught us more than just the curriculum along the way.

And all of this knowledge will no doubt be valuable as we go forward in life. But I think that the most important thing that we have learned over the last four years is –”

Derek’s voice wavered, cut off be the feeling of the vibrator in his hole, plugged in him and vibrating at different times. It was quiet and hidden so even though it could be set to full power only Derek would be able to feel it’s buzz. Know tha it was there.  

“ – how to better ourselves and strive to reach bigger and better heights, with a little help from our friends.” 

If it weren’t for the face they were outside and on the the grass the cum leaking from his hole would have been noticed by everyone. But instead the cum leaked around the plug, some dropping to the floor some going down his leg. All a reminder of how he had spent his time in high school and where he had just been in the science lab getting bred again by his science teacher. 

“Thank you, and, Congratulations.” 

The roar rung through the fields as the end of Derek’s speech signified the end of their time in school. They would all move on, leave this place and Derek was all too happy for that. He could finally leave this whole thing behind him and work on moving on and forgetting it all ever happened. 

Maybe drink it out of him for a while before snapping back to reality. That’s how it always was in the movies. He stepped off of the podium and smiled and greeted people that came up to him. Hugging teammates, shaking hands of parents and friends, his own family at the end of his path. 

“Excuse me Mr and Mrs Hale. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a moment longer before having this joyous occasion with your son. He’s needed by the staff for a moment.” Harris jumped in and smiled at Derek walking between the two groups and smiling back at the parents, who were all too happy to oblige. 

“Of course go ahead. We’ll be outside here Derek!” His mother called out as the two walked away, disappearing from the crowd. All the while Derek hadn’t even noticed the dildo had been stopped has he finished his speech.

~~~

Harris took a seat in his chair wheeling it back as he sat down. Letting out a huff of air as he fixed his own clothes. 

The facade was nothing new to Derek. He rolled his eyes and jumped on the other’s lap, pulling at the zipper and taking out his hard cock. It was always hard, Derek couldn’t remember a time where he had ever seen it soft. At least not around him. He groaned as he pushed the male into his hole, the cum being the only lube as he spread himself open on the teachers cock and the dildo. 

It wasn’t the biggest toy in the world but was still enough for him to feel it even after knowing how it felt to have two of his teacher’s cocks in him at once. The teen didn’t waste any time before he began bouncing on the man’s cock. 

“Let’s get this over with so I can leave and you can do what ever it is you do.” He grunted as he shut his eyes through the shooting pleasure that now came from being fucked. The simple feeling of a cock or toy in his ass was enough to make him drool and pant for more. 

“Uh Derek…” Harris begun to speak but instead of letting him finished Derek groaned and rolled his eyes to the sky. Sighing.

“What? Not enough for you?” He asked him reaching down into Harris’ pocket, he turned back on the dildo and dropped it in his lap as it buzzed to life. Fucking himself on the cock wasn’t anything new to Derek but the sensation of the dildo and the cock ramming into him was. 

His hands dropping the remote was in tandem to his head leaning back and moaning unashamedly again. The itch being pushed away and instead filling it with that feeling of pleasure. That intense pleasure that he had come to hate but also crave, need. He didn’t have any days off, except for the occasional Sunday. 

Harris laughed at how well he had the boy trained. He grabbed his hips and pushed Derek against the table. Dragging his cock out, being careful with the toy inside beside him. Too far would mean slipping out.  He reached down pushing against the other’s emerging chest. His years of sports teams doing his body good, not that Harris hadn’t noticed before.

His laughter turned and died down as he reached up further, taking the other’s neck into his hands. Ramming his cock into Derek’s well trained fuckable hole over and over again. 

“You want it so bad, then take it!”

The force of Harris’ thrusts cause the table to shake and shuffle slightly as the boy moaned beneath him. If this was to be his last time he didn’t see why he should hold back.

Derek played with his nipples missing the attention that he usually got, his hole keeping his cock hard as he was essentially double stuffed on the male’s cock and the dildo. 

His moaning grew louder and louder, eventually the door swinging open and the staff filing in. The shocked looks on their faces as he was laid on the desk and being fucked on his back. “Oh don’t look too shocked you’ve all fucked me before.” His eyes rolled in his head as he grunted, the crowd nearing him and watching the show. He let out a small sigh, hiding the face that he was glad that he didn’t have to try do too many things to his body himself. Now that the others were here he could focus mow. Derek pulled at the zippers of the nearest staff member fishing out his cock and sucking on it as he was fucked. 

One by one they got their cocks wet until Harris pulled Derek up with a smirk. Taking the toy out and spreading his ass for another teacher to fuck him with. “Room enough for two boys.” The group let out a loud cheer and chuckle taking their places and fucking him more thoroughly. 

By the time Harris was ready to cum Derek had taken most of the men’s loads already. “You ready for that cum you wanted so badly? Didn’t even ask to get fucked. Trained you into such a good slut.” 

“hnnngh , yeah right we both know that’s why you called me …. here. Might as well get it over with.” Derek said panting for breath.

“Actually.” Harris fucked the boy deeper reaching into the desk and pulling out a certificate and medal with Derek’s name. “You were called so that we could present you with this scroll and gift. But I much prefer your idea.” 

In that moment Derek’s body stopped, his heart beating loudly in his ears. His head was ringing. It was like his whole world had been changed. He really was a slut. All those times of them over stimulating him, training him to take it deeper, work his ass muscles in gym. Sculpt his body. They were all training him to be a himbo slut. No matter how hard he had fought it, that’s what he was now. He didn’t even stop to consider it could be something else. 

The cocks were still dual fucking Derek, now both of them being angled just right it had him rushing back and yelling with pleasure. Harris grinning widely knowing that this would be the his last straw. Something that they had all learned with their time of fucking the boy. 

“YESSS PleAase !! mmmhhh fuck… fuck me!!” He leaned into his chemistry teacher’s body and ground his ass hard against the cock working for their cum. 

[allsidesofthecircle]

1 - vertigo

vertigo

(n). a sensation of whirling and loss of balance, associated particularly with looking down from a great height; giddiness

“ and then there are times when the moon is silent and the wolves are howling,” - george carlin

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Sometimes, the magic in life seemed to swelter down to hues of grey. The clouds twisted and turned, lackluster without anything to keep them vibrant and whimsical - and on those days, it was like the world was on a standstill despite how people kept moving even within the absence of color and meaning. They walked without purpose and without life, content in the essence of hopelessness and despair. But, magic was eternal, dancing under smog and keeping close to the shadows until it could work up to a spark to shower the world in such a myriad of colors that the lifeless could find hope again. Until then, everything would seem dark and bleak and civilisation would continue to take aimless steps. Or was it all just a simple trick of the mind? Was it the darkness in the hearts of man that took to shadowing over so many souls? Or was something else at work?

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Sunlight creeped through the cracks of her curtains, illuminating her face and revealing the particles of dust that flew in a soft waves around her and the room. They danced above her face - to the crisp melody of birds and simple talk of the people that passed by on the street, each footstep loud and clear in her mind as it stirred her from the grips of sleep. A sleep that held expansive lands and the clashing of swords, adventure and the hope of something absolutely wonderful. But, sleep couldn’t last forever and neither could dreams when one had reality to face. She opened her eyes slowly, brown irises and shrinking pupils as they adjusted to the light. She stayed still, turning her head to the side, strands of ginger falling against her cheek.

Her eyes darted around the room, eyeing the time on the clock - six thirty, before eyeing the door that connected her room and the bathroom. Her heart constricted when she came upon a closed door that peeked out from beyond the contents of her room and she quickly looked away.

Picking herself up, Orihime stared down at her lap, bed sheets covering her legs and ran a hand through her hair. She unwound herself from the confines of her sheets and threw her legs over the sit of her bed and let her feet touch the floor as she slumped forward to stare at her toes. It was silent except for the music of nature just outside her window, she didn’t speak - basking in the silence as she closed her eyes. All of a sudden, she pushed herself up to her feet and stretched her body backwards - back arching. “Hnnngh.” she groaned, sighing as she felt her limbs stretch with her ministrations. After, she immediately lets her body relax and heads into the toilet room for a quick morning pee break before heading into the main bathroom.

Her reflection stares back at her after she slips on her bathroom slippers, leaning against the sink as she holds onto it. Her eyes are blank, tired - puffy. Her hair hangs limping around her face, framing it - with messy bangs without the lack of her treasured clips. She stared down at her chest - unfit for someone just fifteen. They should be smaller, she should look younger. Instead, she resembled a woman - innocence stolen from a young age. She shook her head and stared down into the sink. Her world was different than your average person, an overactive mind that held thoughts darker than what her friends assumed were in her head. She was filthy, disgusting. A liar and imposter in a world of heros and the gifted. Secrets are cleverly disguised lies that resemble the truth and the truth is always grey.

What use were these thoughts anyway, she could only live as who she was born as - even if her own self was clouded in a disgusting shade of grey. Still, she managed to smile into the mirror, a ritual she used to get ready for the day in the case that she runs into someone she knows. “Ah. Today is going to be a wonderful day! The sun is shining and the birds are so beautiful. It’s kind of like...even if aliens took over the planet, it’d still be wonderful.” Sometimes, she didn’t even know the nonsense that came out of her mouth. How did she come up with this? But it did get her into the mindset she needed just to survive today. To drown out all those dark thoughts that followed her upbringing, only to intensify after Sora’s death just three years prior.

After she mentally put her mask on, she began her skincare routine - one of the only things she looked forward to everyday. She followed every step, making sure to cleanse herself and moisturize her face, of course adding sunscreen for the day. She stared at her glowy skin, proud of her work. Her hair is still pinned up in a high pony-tail, keeping her hair out of her face she takes out her makeup products. Rarely did she go all out, only opting for concealer, mascara, eyeliner and a natural blush by lightly pinching her cheeks. She drove the mascara down, to make her eyes look more rounded - kinder. That was who she was meant to be and how she was presenting herself to the world. She barely recognized herself after applying her contacts to bestow a dusty grey to her eyes. She didn’t need them for sight, but rather to further the lie she has carefully crafted following the death of her brother. She wanted to reinvent herself, to hide the pain behind brown eyes and perhaps...a certain someone would notice her, despite the similarity of their hair.

She let down her pony-tail, taking her brush and fixing the mess and the frizz. Leaving her bathroom and slippers behind, she heads back into her room to grab the hair clips from her side table. She places them in her hair, leaving her bangs slightly scattered across her forehead.

Still in her pajamas, she heads towards her closet - each item secondhand and thrifted - she couldn’t afford anything else. The money she got sent every month was only enough for necessities and no extra pleasures unless she really pinched pennies to save up for the occasional bakery item. Pulling out a long patterned skirt and simple top, she begin to get dressed.

When finished, she headed into the kitchen to cook something simple. Her ingredients were cheap, odd and she simply had to make due with what she had - even if that meant creating awkward concoctions. Some actually tasted good or were her taste buds just getting used to such a small palette. Bread, butter, cheese and red bean paste was her meal for today. She had things to do such as shopping for more groceries and putting money away to save up.

Orihime sat in silence, the comfort of her own kitchen only to further her loneliness after her meal was complete. There was no music, no life - just a still oasis of grey and blank feelings inside her stomach. She felt as if she were sinking the longer she stood there, her body was heavy and her eyes began to sting. But she blinked herself into reality and took a breath that she desperately needed to collect herself. She pushed off of the counter and headed into the main room, situating herself infront of her brother’s altar and begins to pray. She told him the good things, leaving out the bad - she didn’t want to worry him in the afterlife, after all - he’d finally just gotten to rest and she can still remember the events from nearly a week ago, up to the point where she was drugged. She had to pretend the forget, less she wanted to raise suspicions and alarms to just how special she was - the secrets she kept from her friends. She told him about her dream of the other world, with fighting and adventure - happiness. Happiness that was just out of her grasp.

Breathing in the incense that she kept burning, she stands up and moves to head to the door where she kept her purse already packed with things she would need - namely her wallet. Before going back into her room to grab her phone.

Now, she was ready for her --

The moment Orihime stepped outside, she became dizzy - nearly falling apart right then and there. Something was wrong, something in her gut, but she pushed on. Unaware of eyes watching her from the shadows of the day. Her intuition told her to be careful, but she couldn’t survive on just bread and jam for the rest of the week - her supplies were dwindling. Perhaps it was a fluke, despite how her mind screamed at her to run back inside and lock the doors.

She pushed herself to go forward, steps echoing against the pavement, loud and clear. It was quiet, even the birds were still. There was no one else around except for her, except for her thoughts and that was never a good place to be. Her heart was shuttering, beating at her ribcage for a release - almost as if she herself were in the process of dying. Fear and anxiety was such a strange sensation, what with the trembling and sweating of her palms. She was being watched, someone was there and they were waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

The minute she heard the brake of a car two streets ahead, she turned on her heel and ran back to the comfort of her home. She fumbled with her keys - shaking, paranoia racking her brain. When the door was open, she pushed herself inside and locked it behind her. She slumped against the door to still her beating heart. Closing her eyes in the process as she slid down and onto her bum.

She knew the moment she got involved with this world, the world that lay secret within this town, that her life would never be the same. It’d be another restless night.

[space-cadet-0x]

@todaysgeneralacxa hnnngh hEiGhT DiFfErEnCe

👀 👀 👀 👀

[mostloquacious-archive-blog]

REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

RULES. repost, don’t reblog. tag ten. TAGGED. @magicxecustos, sort of lmao. TAGGING. @neckerchiefsandmagic, @seismicsight, @granxaire, @killerblonde, @bifurcxted, anybody else reading this!!

BASICS.

 FULL  NAME. unknown.  NICKNAME. r, corpse lord, tree ass, whatever else you people call him.  AGE. unknown, somewhere in his late 20s or early 30s.  BIRTHDAY. unknown.  ETHNIC GROUP. caucasian.  NATIONALITY. most likely american.  LANGUAGE / S. english.  SEXUAL ORIENTATION. demisexual.  ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. panromantic.  RELATIONSHIP STATUS. in a relationship with julie carbernet--verse dependent.  CLASS. they don’t exist.   HOME TOWN / AREA. unknown.  CURRENT HOME. south cascadia, an area around the cascade mountain range that consists of seattle and surrounding towns.  PROFESSION. scavenger, father.

PHYSICAL.

 HAIR. dark brown, bordering on black. rather unruly and thick.  EYES. very blue and round, long eyelashes.  NOSE. thin with a slight point to it.   FACE. idk i suck at this lmao.  LIPS. not totally full but not super thin either. cupid’s bow shape.  COMPLEXION. very light skinned and heavily scarred, rough to the touch.  BLEMISHES. none that can be seen, if he has scars they blend in with everything else.  SCARS. they cover his entire body. some are from being shot and stabbed, others are not. it’s unknown if many of them were pre or post-mortem.   TATTOOS. none.  HEIGHT. 6′3″.  WEIGHT. 160 lbs give or take.  BUILD. slender, thin but athletic. he doesn’t have any noticeable muscle unless he’s moving.  FEATURES. sharp and angular. he’s long limbed all around ( legs, arms, and fingers ). high cheekbones and square jaw.  ALLERGIES. unknown.  USUAL HAIR STYLE. bedhead.  USUAL FACE LOOK. stoic and focused.  USUAL CLOTHING. typical apocalypse garb. flannel, leather, denim, etc. he tends to wear layers as he gets cold easily and skinny jeans ( they’re the only thing that fit him ).

PSYCHOLOGY.

 FEAR / S. dying, abandonment.   ASPIRATION / S. to live and spread the cure.  POSITIVE TRAITS. clever, creative, witty, adaptable, easy going, friendly, realistic.  NEGATIVE TRAITS. deadpan, fickle, self-negligent, aloof, stubborn, timid, impulsive.  MBTI. infp. the mediator.  ZODIAC. pisces.  TEMPEREMENT. melancholic/phlegmatic.  SOUL TYPE / S. caregiver & creator ( 14 ).  ANIMALS. panther.  VICE HABIT / S. smoking, social drinking.  FAITH. agnostic.  GHOSTS? absolutely.  AFTERLIFE? yup.  REINCARNATION? he wouldn’t discount it.  ALIENS? why not??  POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. politics don’t really exist anymore.  ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. ^^^  SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. ^^^  EDUCATION LEVEL. unknown, he’s learning different trades currently.

FAMILY.

 FATHER. unknown.  MOTHER. unknown.  SIBLINGS. unknown.  EXTENDED  FAMILY. unknown  NAME MEANING / S. it is a letter lmao.  HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? based off of shakespeare’s romeo montague.

FAVOURITES.

 BOOK. the book thief.  MOVIE. doesn’t really have one, though he enjoys anchors away.  5 SONGS. you’re sensational-frank sinatra. imagine-john lennon. across the universe-the beatles. sweet child of mine-guns and roses. burn the witch-radiohead.  DEITY. apollo.  HOLIDAY. doesn’t celebrate them.  MONTH. april.  SEASON. spring.  PLACE. his jet.   WEATHER. blue skies, when it’s just chilly enough for a comfy sweater.  SOUND. a needle dropping on a record. a heartbeat.  SCENT / S. vanilla, lavender, the grass after rain.  TASTE / S. wasabi and soy sauce, bitter coffee.  FEEL / S. the chisels in vinyl, a soft sweater.  ANIMAL / S. cats.  NUMBER. doesn’t care.  COLOUR. red.

EXTRA.

 TALENTS. music, running, swimming--he’s still learning many things.  BAD  AT. being patient, speaking his mind.  TURN  ONS. still learning.  TURN  OFFS. ignorance, rudeness, overall obnoxiousness.  HOBBIES. music, exploring the city--again, he’s still learning.  TROPES. dead man walking, bruiser with a soft center, leader archetype, audiophile.  AESTHETIC  TAGS. washington state, the apocalypse, skin and bones, zombie horror, cars, airplanes, cigarettes and coffee, vinyl.  GPOY  QUOTES. this.

FC INFO.

 MAIN  FC / S. ian somerhalder.  ALT  FC / S. nicholas hoult and tatiana maslany.  OLDER  FC / S.  n/a.  YOUNGER  FC / S.  asa butterfield.  VOICE  CLAIM / S. nicholas hoult.

MUN QUESTIONS.

 Q1.   if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?    A1.  i mean. lmao. if I were in charge of directing warm bodies though, it would have been much more similar to the book, as would r’s characterization. he’s already pretty deadpan in the movie, which is great. also his goddamn kids and wife would be in it jfc.

 Q2.   what would their soundtrack / score sound like?  A2. i actually really love the OST to warm bodies!! i would leave it as it is as far as r goes.

 Q3.   why did you start writing this character?  A3. tbh. it was mostly cuz i was having problems on another blog. i had just watched warm bodies but i hadn’t read the book in a long long time ( r was very much film based when i first started writing him ). so i just went for it!! and here i am over 3 years later still with the moron hnnngh.

 Q4.   what first attracted you to this character?  A4. well, i read the book for the first time when i was 15. i liked his dark sense of humor and sarcastic behavior ( still do ). when i initially made r’s blog, he was totally film based. i just liked how silly the movie was and i thought he was a funny character. nowadays, he’s a lot more akin to his book counterpart and i appreciate him for the complexity and eccentricity of his character. but yeah, that’s what initially drew me to r.

 Q5.   describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.  A5. he’s creepy, honestly. i love him, but he’s definitely an odd ball. kidnapping girls and lying to them and locking them up in your jet?? yeah it looked cute and funny in the movie and it’s kind of cute in the book cuz he did it to save her life but then he lies to her about escaping so...yeah. he’s on the obsessive side. i won’t deny it.

 Q6.   what do you have in common with your muse?  A6. i am also dead. and i enjoy music a lot.

 Q7.   how does your muse feel about you?  A7.  we get along. i like to think he likes me lmao. though you could argue he only tolerates me to an extent.

 Q8.   what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?  A8. i’ll say it again: i love all the interactions i have with r. they’re so much fun!! he’s such a complex character and his relationships with other people is great.

 Q9.   what gives you inspiration to write your muse?  A9. god DAMN music mostly. reading the book again. etc.

 Q10. how long did this take you to complete?  A10. too long i forgot about it lol.