#I was reading about the history of bathing and cleanliness just earlier today

[canisalbus]

had the thought of machete with sopping wet neck fluff that wouldn't leave my head

HAH oh no, the sopping wet dog lad. In a bubble bath. In a dusty rose pink bathtub no less ;_;

The expression is so good, he's just zoned out. Is he having a tiny existential crisis or just relaxing? Who can say.

I'm loving the soft dusk/dawn lighting, it looks so warm and atmospheric. And the way it passes through his ears and makes them glow is just *chef's kiss*.

[fukurodaze]

if i ever get lost

pairing/s: third year!haiba lev x gn!reader genre: fluff, romantic tension aka best and softest tension word count: 3.2k warnings: like, one curse word this was also requested by anon! “3rd year Lev w a reader who’s struggling to pass all their homeworks, projects and quizzes (bc they piled up their works ;;) while thinking of how should they study for college/uni entrance exams?”

special thanks to nat @natszoo​ and ellie @lcnelyinthesky​ for beta reading and helping me w this!! 

LISTEN TO: somebody loves you - jeremy zucker; glitter - benee

lowercase intended!

you throw your head back when you forget the term written on the flip side of the flash card haiba lev is holding. it’s a friday night, far past anyone’s bedtimes, but final exams for the first semester start on monday and you’re not sure where to start. haiba lev, being the person who has nothing better to do, agreed to come over and flip cards with random kanji, english, and biology terms on it.

lev might also be here because it’s an open secret that he’s liked you since first year, and you’ve never answered to his feelings, but you’re thinking friends for now - until you memorise all of this semester’s kanji, english vocabulary, and biology terms, that is.

“the phospholipid bilayer is made up of...”

lev gives you time to think, his wide eyes going between the answer on the card and your thinking face.

“shit, uh, the phospholipid bilayer is made up of two layers of phospholipids?”

“makes sense, but no.” lev answers, flipping the card to show you.

“the phospholipid bilayer is made up of a polar, hydrophilic area containing a phosphate group bound to glycerol, and a non-polar, lipophilic area containing fatty acids...” you read aloud, trying to memorise what’s currently going out your mouth, in one ear, and out again through another ear.

“you know, your flash cards are pretty comprehensive.”

you raise an eyebrow, “is that... a good thing?”

“i mean, yes and no,” he takes another sip of the tea your mom had insisted to bring to guests, “it’s harder to memorise, but it’s better for details. but-”

“but?” you watch as he takes another sip. 

“i think if you really don’t know where to go, just understand the basic concept of everything. for one - what is the function of the bilayer?”

“why do you sound smart?” you question, tilting your head jokingly.

“hey! i am smart! most times! with tests like these that have essay questions, you just gotta learn the basic concept of each term and connect them.” lev advices, recounting his former volleyball captain and nekoma high school alumni, kuroo tetsuro’s, words when lev himself was barely scraping past his first semester finals when he’d just transferred.

“easier said than done in two nights,” you slouch your head on your desk, “plus! it’s not just biology. or exams.”

if memorising all these terms in the span of two days sounds bad enough, you’re still crushed with the supplementary course work and projects due next week as well. 

you let out a deep groan. you’re so tired. it’s like biology information only comes up when you’re studying for english, biology only coming up for modern literature, and mathematics somehow being inserted into the little unknown kanji in modern literature. it’s all too much at once.

“it’s all too much at once, huh?” lev places his head on your desk, only a few inches away from your face. normally, you’d push him away, pull your head back up, or maybe even give him a light slap on a bad day, but today you welcome him. 

you nod, quiet. you haven’t been able to get a breather. it’s essay this, quiz that, lab report here, test there. your mind is blank.

now, lev sits back up on the extra chair from your dining room, “have you eaten dinner?”

“why are you asking... it’s like, midnight.”

“the question still stands.”

you sigh, “nope.”

lev hums. he takes a pen, then twirls it, like his fingers possessed polar magnets that somehow let the pens never fall from his hands. but it does eventually, and when it falls with a plastic click on your wooden desk, lev visibly takes a big breath and says, “do you want to get ramen?”

you exhale through your nose and smile. “are you asking me out, haiba?”

“is it inappropriate to ask you out now?”

damn this tall dork. come to think of it, he’s never actually asked you out despite the obvious ways he’d vouch for your attention in the past. you’re quite surprised, frankly, as he’s always been so loud in the ways he’s wanted to be with you but never really made it seem like anything was going to happen. 

but, hey, it’s late enough for you to put down your doubts about him away. after all, he’s been in your room for four hours, just helping you study. he wasn’t even studying himself - he just sat there, doing almost nothing. and for a guy like him, you wonder how he’s managed to keep there for so long.

“sure.”

lev’s eyes widen. “wait, really?”

“yeah,” you begin to set aside all your study materials, “we can go to a twenty-four hour place in the city, too.”

“alright! let me get you your coat!”

“my coat?” you raise an eyebrow when he hands you the coat you wear the most, feeling both flattered and slightly surprised that he recognises it straight away from your messy room. the boy comes to retreat his coat as well from one of the hangers in your room, and he even offers to get you your socks and boots.

“alright, alright, you don’t have to be that ready to go,” you joke. 

he makes sure there is no noise when you two walk out of your house, through the suburbs of tokyo and to the nearest train to the city. 

“aren’t you two a bit young to be here so late?” the shopkeeper, an old lady, mutters under her breath. you catch it through her croaky voice when you and lev enter the place together, but you pay no attention because all you care to focus on is the smell of broth and your empty stomach.

“for two, please,” lev says, undoubtedly hearing the woman’s remark, but answering with a smile. she smiles too, and so do you, and it makes you remember all the times he’s smiled and you’ve wanted to either punch him or hold his hand. 

today just happens to be one of those days where you want to hold his hand. you shake the thought off.

when you two are seated at the ramen bar, your head falls onto your palm, tilting back to face lev, his chin covered partly by his usual maroon scarf. you had whispered to him earlier on the train what you wanted to order, and lev quickly speaks to the waiter as your tired gaze rises from from the squiggly wooden patterns embedded in the polished wooden table to the boy that’s sitting right next to you. 

at first glance, you remember haiba lev’s face to be satisfying to look at. you remember when he had just transferred to your class in the first year, and you developed the annoying habit of looking forty-five degrees to the right every time you were bored in class, as you thought his face was much easier on the eyes than complex quadratic equations or japanese history. 

for a while you wondered if it was because he certainly looked different - not only was he practically a giant, but he had eurocentric features that stood out from the majority of the student body as well (it also didn’t help that he quite literally and figuratively filled any room he was in). though, maybe, after a while, when everyone got used to the sight of a new face, you kept your line of sight at a forty-five degree angle, just peering above his cheekbones. the same way you’re looking at him right now.

and really, the only word for it is handsome. dashing. good-looking. you’ve always known that, but now that you put it into words in your head, you notice the chiseled jaw, pointed nose and emerald green eyes feel a bit more-

“what you staring at?” his baritone voice cuts through your thoughts cleanly.

you don’t like where this conversation will go. “haiba, are you doing any college entrance exams?”

lev cocks his head to one side, thinking, before nodding, “i think i am. why?”

“how are you studying for them?”

lev clicks his tongue, and it brings you to surprise, “get your mind away from studying! we’re not here in the city at, like, one in the morning to talk about college entrance exams!”

you sigh, “okay, fine. but, still, answer my question?”

“i just do practice problems for twenty minutes every day,” lev shrugs, “okay, now, can we move away from studying?”

you hum lazily, watching as two bowls of ramen arrive at the bar. he had ordered what you told him you wanted to order, both bowls almost identical in smell, shape, size, and content. almost, because lev didn’t have any spring onions in his bowl.

“haiba,” you call, earning a quick call of your name in response, “do you not like spring onions?”

lev nods so obviously that he seems proud. his chopsticks mix the entire bowl together before picking up the half-boiled egg and eating the slice whole. when he swallows it down, he asks you, “you noticed.”

“i mean, yeah,” you reply, “why do you not like them? they’re like, essential.”

lev takes a slurp of his noodles, and then a spoonful of the broth, “i just never liked their texture - which is funny, since my entire family loves adding spring onions.”

now it’s your turn to slurp into your ramen, one bite turning into two, and two turning into the entire content of the bowl. lev seems to eat twice as fast, seemingly having a strategy to cooling down the hot noodles on his spoon while simultaneously folding a piece of pork charsiu in between the loops of each spoonful of noodles, making sure that the little wrap is bathed in a little bit of broth. you find yourself smiling at his act, almost like he has a system of his own when it came to eating ramen - well, he usually had a system of his own when doing just about anything.

the meal is quiet for the most part, with little mumbles of how your tea needs a refill and the ruffling sounds between sheets of tissue to wipe off the broth around your lips. it’s fulfilling, and the look on lev’s face says he’s happy too.

when you two make it out of the ramen bar, 1am feels the same as 9pm. somehow, you’re no longer the kind of sleepy you were when you were flipping through flashcards on your desk, and instead, you’re almost dreading to go home. you think it might also be the neon lights, but there’s some kind of electricity you’re not yet willing to let rest for the night.

luckily, lev doesn’t feel the need to rush. although his steps are big and his voice is loud, he takes his time when you two make the silent agreement to make the walk to the train station as long-winded as possible. his voice is lower, and softer, this time, and when he speaks to you about his friends from his old school, you convince yourself it’s the most interesting topic in the world - because it is. because it’s lev.

when he stops in his tracks, you stop too, watching him go into a small trinket shop you’ve always seen but never had the means to afford to go in. you reckon you might own something from this store, though.

“haiba, you like little trinkets?” your eyes scroll through the shelves of delicate and virtually useless items, eyes landing on a small lion cub made of clear resin with a small blob of gold floating in the middle of its clear body. you’re not usually drawn to any animal trinkets, as you’ve gotten used to decorative objects like bows or feathers or lace, but today you think about the lion cub. despite it looking severely overpriced, you take it in your hand anyway, not noticing lev’s figure coming right behind you.

“do you want that one?” you yelp in surprise when he says that, turning around to find yourself so close to him you could smell the dried raindrops on his padded coat.

“i’m pretty sure it’s overpriced. trinkets are usually overpriced anyways.”

“wait, let me check it,” you hand lev the trinket, “how much is your keychain?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “what?”

“you know, the keychain on the bag you bring to school.”

“oh,” you try to remember the time you had saved up for that keychain, “i think it was about three thousand yen? it’s overpriced. definitely.”

“well, this one’s only two thousand and five hundred. i’ll get it for you.”

“wha- lev!” you whine, “you’re going to make me feel bad- wait what’s wrong?” you see the boy freeze up in front of you, a big smile creeping onto his cheeky face.

he doesn’t reply for a bit, and you’re faced with raised cheekbones and a wide mouth. you try again, “was it something i did? or said?”

“you called me lev,” oh, you did. 

now his smile spreads from ear to ear, and it’s spreading to you. “you never call me lev.”

“huh, well.” you bite the inside of your mouth, “i guess now i do.”

it’s enough for you to let him spend over two thousand yen on a single trinket. you watch as he waits for the trinket to be wrapped neatly in pretty paper and put in a pink cardboard bag, its motif pretty enough to be its own product in the store. 

you stand by the doorframe of the store, mouth ready to open with the words ‘i’ll pay you back’. but it seems like lev had heard you from the future, and before you could do anything, he tells you, “don’t pay me back. this is my gift to you.”

“for exams?”

he grins. “you know, lev means lion in russian.”

the bell of the store rings as you two make your way out, this time really going back to the station. you answer with a ‘really?’ at his fun fact but you keep it to yourself that you’ve known ever since he first transferred and everyone had asked him about it. 

“yeah, and the thing’s a lion cub, so, it’s like you have me all the time!” 

you giggle, walking up the steps to the train platform. “you’re really something, lev.”

lev stretches his arms out, with long limbs you swear ghost your shoulder. you get that feeling again, in your hands, where you just can’t seem to understand why you want to take his hand in yours so bad, so you ask the boy if you can hold onto the bag with your trinket. lev passes it to you, and you hate how you would’ve liked for your thumb to graze over his thumb for longer. you hate it even more when he motions you onto the train, and in a blur, you take his arm, leading him to corner seats on the train. you feel your face heat up. 

ah, so that’s how it is.

now you’re conflicted. not that lev had ever made you feel uncomfortable - no, never - but you had never known how to return his obvious feelings. he would act on them, as always, and one day, as you fell asleep one day after final semester exams in the second year, leaning back into the plastic seat of a suburban tokyo metro rail (which lev thought was very dangerous), lev had muttered in the quietest and most subtle manner, ‘what do i do with my feelings?’

then, in a haze, with eyes barely open, you had moved your head from your seat to his shoulder, painting his cheeks red - dumbstruck. he thought you forgot about it the next morning, and you barely remember, so nothing happened afterwards. yet, when you think of him, you think of hues of orange peeling the sky into purple; of freshly washed school uniforms; of heads leaning on shoulders and fingers intertwined. you don’t know how to answer him.

with lev, there is chatter and laughter and blunt remarks that almost get him slapped in the face. still, there is a box, bigger than the bag your trinket is in, that contains words that you don’t think you or lev have ever said in pure daylight and wake. 

“hey, lev?”

you want to open that box.

“yeah?”

but you don’t know how to do it yet.

“the phospholipid bilayer is made up of a polar, hydrophilic area containing a phosphate group bound to glycerol, and a non-polar, lipophilic area containing fatty acids.”

lev exclaims a series of ‘oooh!’s in delight. 

“was that correct?”

“um,” lev gulps, “i think so? i mean- i think so.”

but you will open it, sooner or later, and it rings in your head when you step off the train and walk into the neighbourhood. right now, nothing is different - the air is not heavier, his eyes do not sparkle like love interests do in the movies, and you do not look through a rose-coloured lens. monday is finals, and the weekend is studying. you tell yourself this.

lev stops at your doorstep, and you almost feel a sear in your chest at the thought of him leaving for the night. 

“so, good luck with next week, y/n.”

you nod, trinket bag in your hands, “you too, lev.”

you find that your arms are opening up, a small pout on your face as lev comes to wrap his arms around you, coats shuffling against each other as you hold each other at three in the morning. 

when you pull away from the hug, you start to ramble a bit, scrambling for new topics to bring up in hopes of just a few more seconds with him - that, and trying to stop yourself from your newfound want to cup this boy’s face in your hands and kiss him square on the lips. you wonder if he would be good at kissing, and you wonder how much you’ll regret having these thoughts tomorrow. 

but even conversation dies when you know it’s getting too cold, so you bid your sweet goodbyes and promise him not to overwork; he reminds you that it’s better to do short but frequent study sessions than fewer and highly intensive ones. you nod, your boots heavy on your doorstep, the hushed sound of keys in doors slowly becoming the only sound you hear as you assume lev’s left already.

until he calls your name.

your head spins fast towards the boy, watching as he makes long strides to stand at your doorway once again, scarf prodding the tip of his nose, so close to your face. he’s red.

“during exams, or tomorrow, or studying for entrance exams- if you ever get lost-” he pants, and unties his scarf from his neck.

“you’ll find me, okay?” the scarf comfortably hangs around your neck now, covering your mouth. he pats your head twice. it’s warm - literally. 

you barely get the chance to say anything before he darts out of your house with a quick goodbye. you’re left confused, flustered, and excited at once, and this time, you think you might have the words as to why. 

you like to imagine you taste sweetness, see eyes that sparkle, and feel butterflies in your stomach. 

“it might not be so bad,” you whisper, looking down at the pretty little bag containing one unnecessarily expensive item lev had bought you.

right; you have feelings for him too. 

then you make up your mind: you’ll tell him next friday. and if your finals stand between tonight and next friday, then, all the more motivation to get through them, right?

you make sure to set an alarm for seven in the morning, kanji textbooks lined up for tomorrow. 

[wizcrdingheadcanons]

EDH for Oliver Wood? :)

What does their bedroom look like?

- Half a mess and half freakishly straight. Clothes are strewn across the floor, but his mirror? Is so shiny? And the clothes that are in the closet are color coded and straight.

2. Do they have any daily rituals?

- Wakes up hella early, we always know this. He gets out of bed and STReeTCH, finds his clothes and eats an Athlete Breakfast. Immediately continues to think about/do quidditch. Also kisses s.o. as he downs two black teas in too short a time.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

- Does he exercise? He is the Student Athlete. He goes for runs in the morning yeah, but also at lunch time he walks around “so he doesn’t stay too stationary.” The whole rest of his life is a quick break from quidditch.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

- This kid is Such A Shit, so demanding, like the rest of the world needs dinner too. But he would probably charge right in and get in people’s way while simultaneously continually apologizing. 

4. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

- He knows the habits and what he’s supposed to do but tends to let it all clutter up before doing a massive clean. He’ll leave all his dirty uniforms on the floor to smell before washing them all at once. It’s awful because when he does clean he’s the best at it. The whole dorm is begging, please Oliver, I don’t want to step on that. 

5. Eating habits and sample daily menu

- Eats the most nutritious breakfast you have Ever Seen, as in- ‘that looks disgusting are you sure that’s food?’ nutritious. With a side of Too Much Tea. After that, all bets are off. Cake for lunch, three bowls of Mac n’ Cheese for dinner because: “what’s the point of working out if I can’t do this?” and he can Do That. Everyone hates him, and his six pack, and his sick pack of coke.

6.��Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

- Generally just cuddling. He feels Indulged and warm inside, especially when he gets to just sit there and annoy the shit out of his s.o. 

He loves it, but when he has to ‘waste time’ with things he deems useless such as homework the whole time is spent feeling like he’s running out of time even if he has plenty of said time and doesn’t really have much to do.

7. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

- Soaking the Muscles. Warm baths are a good deal to him, especially on cold days. 

He loves to indulge because it makes him feel special.

8. Makeup?

- Highlighter looks Good AF on those cheekbones, he was made for the light glitter, it takes him from looking like rugged hero to Youthful Knight riding the winds.

But he only really likes to wear eyeliner, he feels it makes him look intimidating which he loves (even if he is a big softy). 

9. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

- Anxiety. All the time. And he knows he’s not supposed to feel Like That but he’s unsure what to do about it.

10. Intellectual pursuits?

- Actually has a deep love for history. He loves to read about the ridiculous shit people pulled off or some of history’s great maneuvers in war. Binn’s was awful though, he learned mostly from his parent’s stories.

11. Favorite book genre?

- Mystery, those books have him on the edge of his seat. Who dunnit? Oliver doesn’t know, but he’s two seconds away from flipping to the last page and solving the Damn Mystery himself. 

12. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

- G A Y. He’s never given a thought to much else, in fact he hadn’t given much though to it at all, until one day he saw some Nice Quidditch Muscle and it was like a flip switched. He will now be the most loud gay possible and make sure everyone knows it. (they always knew, no one ‘just really admires skill’ that much) 

The only time he really needs to think about sexual orientation is when his fellow teammates might be struggling and he will make his team Happy if it’s the last thing he does.

13.  Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

- Bruises. Everywhere. And also really bad vision. And also Lactose Intolerance which is a killer because his bones need to be the strongest.

 But beyond that he’s doing fine.

14. Biggest and smallest short term goal?

- Biggest: Become World Renowned Star and invent new techniques

Smallest: Woo whoever caught his eye

15. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

- Biggest: Crush his Enemies. And all his Teammates Enemies.

Smallest: Two kids, he wants them.

16. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

- He likes to walk around in his uniform like some t.v. cheerleader, his team, frankly, is embarrassed by how much he preens. 

And he always takes a moment of pride in his robes.

17. Favorite beverage?

- Milk. But he can’t drink it lol. 

18. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

- A running list of things he has to do the next day. Practice schedules, ways to woo his s.o. what to do with his kids, anything. Probably has to do with that anxiety and sometimes it frustrates him because he needs to get to sleep to be in Top Condition.

19. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

- This Kid. Used to take his broom out at all the worst times and got colds like every week. The worst immune system. 

20. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

- Passion, mostly. That will get him going (and he is into the Intense Sex) but he also doesn’t mind drooling over some muscle.

He hates an uninterested relationship. Yeah everyone gets a little moody and he will do his hardest to lay any insecurities to rest, but he just can’t stand days of rebuff because they want to play ‘hard to get’.

He also hates too much judgement that is just nasty and not teasing. He’s had a lot of ‘different’ team members and while he can stand sitting around and making fun of passerby’s clothes, he can’t stand much else.

21. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

- Doodles, everything. Might be flowers around the edges, but mostly lets his mind wander until he’s hit with inspiration for new maneuvers which he jots down, then continues to let his mind wander.

22. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

- Like stated earlier, either grossly messy or freakishly organised. He has every move planned out on the pitch, ask him about an essay due tomorrow? good luck. 

23. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

- He understands the importance of intellectual pursuits and education in general, but he also knows they’re not the top of his list. He can respect if it is though. After schooling he doesn’t tend to seek out his own knowledge though.

24. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

- Either as the greatest quidditch star Known to Man or a homeless man begging for cash at Hogsmeade. No in between. 

25. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

- He wants to either reach his goals or die trying. He would rather end up with no money than doing a job he doesn’t like.

26. What is their biggest regret?

- Not spending more time with Harry before The Storm hit. Brushing off some people who didn’t like quidditch the same way he did. 

27. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

- Marcus Flint.

Marcus Flint. 

He respects Marcus the same way a crime boss and officer might respect each other. 

28. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

- When it comes down to it, this kid will drag everyone out of the house at the cost of some of his most important stuff. But once outside he will cry, even if things can be replaced he’s very sentimental and feels like he lost something.

29. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

- Buries himself in working harder. Overthinks until it’s somehow his fault. Probably injuries himself overworking.

30. Most prized possession?

- His current broom.

And then his child’s first broom. 

31. Thoughts on material possessions in general?

- In his mind they’re just thing, but he still holds a lot of his heart in personal things such as photos, his kid’s drawings, love letters etc.

32. Concept of home and family?

- He loves his blood family and will always have a place to go back to. But whenever he feels that specific warmness in his heart whether at a person, place or time he will hold onto that for as long as possible. 

33. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

- He will burst into your shower to get what he needs. 

34. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

- Competitiveness off the pitch. But boy, howdy, this kid is so competitive. 

35. What makes them feel guilty?

- That Look some people have when he gets too excited and cuts someone off.

36. Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

- Emotional. He will do whatever it takes because either He Has to Win or His Family Has to be Happy.

37. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

- THIS KID. Okay so he ‘sees’ himself as Type B because beyond quidditch he’s not really high strung about anything. Or so he believes. 

He once told someone “I mean I don’t know I consider myself to be pretty relaxed.” and his team started choking. Some of them laughed but it came out pretty hysterical. 

38. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

- Cheesy pep talks. You don’t even have to put much thought into it but if it sounds cheesy it’s good.

39. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

- They swing so easy from confident to The Worst so he’d probably say neither because he knows how delicate it all is. 

40. How misanthropic are they?

- Not at all. He loves people, all sorts. 

41. Hobbies?

- Beyond quidditch he doesn’t really Do  much that he sticks with but he is willing to try absolutely anything once. Which is not a good match with the Weasley’s on the team.

42. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

- He just went through Hogwarts. He thinks education is very important, and also believes that you should further yourself in anything you are passionate about and learn the h*ck out of it.

43. Religion?

- It’s not that he knows who invented quidditch, because mostly it just sort of came about over a series of time. But whoever would like to take the credit he would like to kneel before.

44. Superstitions or views on the occult?

- Super superstitious omg, don’t get this kid started. You walked under a later? Haha, you’re not playing today. 

And he’s not into occult himself but whatever you’re into, you’re welcome to talk about it. 

45. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

- Willing to loudly express his opinion. But also is very goal oriented and will get shit done.

46. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

- Someone just as passionate about him and won’t get upset if he ‘doesn’t pay enough attention’ to them.

47. How do they express love?

- The cheese. Like stop too much. But it’s adorable. And also is very very proud of whoever he loves whether platonically or romantically and will tell everyone about achievements.

48. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

- Honestly just blindly going for it. 

49. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

- He’s ready, but he wants it to be His Time. He wants to make his mark on the world first.

Mod Lauren