#but neither of us are willing to actually commit and ask the other out

[natsmagi]

Is there any yuri you recommend?

oh man. anon i will be so honest with u. not only do i rarely consume any animanga (much less romance) but i have not delved into the world of yuri stories. im sorry. i am a fraud. my yuri obsession stems from first-hand experience with women and frankly i do not know of any yuri stories that compare to the real life raw pure intensity and toxicity of mentally ill closeted sapphic obsessive co-dependent relationships where the two of you are actively ruining each others lives but youre so addicted you fail to realize it So i havent exactly looked into it much

now if YOU🫵 dear reader know of any fucked up love stories between women (preferably games and preferably adult women. extra bonus points if its horror) PLEASE let me know. theres gotta be something out there i just know it

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! i love your writing sm, was wondering if i could request poly! marauders x shy! reader!! like they try to fluster her whenever they can, maybe leading to smut? totally okay if not, just thought i’d ask, hope you’re well <3

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x shy!reader ♡ 625 words

“He-llo, gorgeous,” Sirius says as you walk into the boys’ dorm, and you know instantly that it’s going to be a trying afternoon. “Who gave you permission to look that good on a Tuesday, huh?”

You feel blood rush to your face, but you put all the severity you can into one word as you sit on Remus’ bed, far as you can get from your smirking boyfriend. “Quit.” 

You should have known it would only encourage him. Sirius arches one eyebrow, smile spreading like a blight across his pretty face. “Oh I see. Feeling bold today, are we? Wanna repeat that, pretty girl?” 

You don’t, actually. Your daily quota of boldness has hit its limit.

Sirius is downright gleeful at your silence. “Aw, come on. I love it when you boss me around, sweetheart. Moony, isn’t she cute when she tells us what to do?” 

“I wouldn’t know.” Remus’ voice is quiet behind you, lilting in that way it gets when he’s particularly amused. “She never does it with me.” 

James laughs from where he’s digging through his wardrobe, fishing out a pair of sweats to change into from his robes. “Only you, Pads. You’re the only one who pushes her that far.” 

“Mm, but she gives up too easily.” You can hear the pout in Sirius’ voice, can feel his stare boring into the top of your head, but you don’t look up from where you’ve begun picking your nails. 

“Hey.” Remus’ hand wraps around yours, shielding your fingertips from one another. You tense. “Don’t do that.” 

“Sorry,” you say, but the word is barely audible, barely more than breath. 

“What was that?” You can feel him shifting around you on the bed. When you still won’t look up, he slides to the floor, crouching in front of you to capture your eyes. “Look at me, darling.” 

You do, for the half of a second it takes for him to smirk, and then you realize his game, the sneaky bastard. You can feel your heartbeat in your face. You know you have to be red as a stop sign, but neither Remus or Sirius will heed you. 

You look to James, your softhearted angel, for help. Remus chuckles, hand flattening against the side of your knee to rub soothingly, but you know better than to fall for that now. After a few moments of silence, James glances over. His eyes soften into warm brown mush when he sees the plea on your face. 

“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos, forgoing his search for a shirt and opening his arms as he comes your way. “Are they being cruel?” 

You’re not ready to commit to slander, but you accept his hug readily. He steals you from Remus’ grasp, taking you into his hold and scrubbing a hand up and down your spine while he laughs. 

“You should be ashamed of yourselves,” he teases the other boys, palm steadfast on your back. “Ganging up on our poor girl like that.” 

“Hey, I just wanted her to know that she looks nice,” Sirius says, and without removing your face from James’ neck you can picture his don’t-shoot gesture. “Anyway, it seems like she got what she wanted in the end.” 

James’ laughter starts up again, a low rumble in his chest that has you tensing warily. “Ah, I think I understand,” he says, voice turning smooth as velvet. “You just wanted to feel me up while I’m shirtless, is that right, sweetheart?” 

You make a quiet, miserable sound, slumping against him despondently as his shoulders shake underneath you. 

“You little pervert,” James goes on, teasing tone at odds with the steady patting of his hand on your back. “Lucky for you I’m willing to be objectified, you freak.” 

[songmingisthighs]

Drunk on You

February Filth Fest - 5; San (drunken sex)

group : ateez

pairing : san × reader

genre : smut, slight angst ?

word count : 3.6k

warning : mdni, explicit sex; oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, rough sex

a/n : i'd like to personally thank @sanjoongie for prompting me to make this idea and requested for me to write this ! honestly, this is better than my initial san fff idea which was cheating and i truly blame the display picture you used on your discord topaz <3

buy me coffee ?

San didn't know why his mind was all over the place.

Again, he found himself at a club, drinking and dancing his feelings away with people surrounding him. And as per usual, he had the hottest girl in the club grinding her ass against his hardening dick and the more it harden. San barely stepped into the club before she threw herself onto him and yet it's not at all a surprise to San. It was actually expected and even borderline pathetically predictable. In all honesty, the conquest lost all its meaning to San due to this.

The pair stood out in the middle of the dance floor, people shying away from them as if intimidated. Their movements were synchronized and seemingly moving perfectly with each other even with their bodies enterteined with each other. There were reciprocation between the two as the harder San's grip on her, the harder she pressed whichever body part she can make contact with onto San. It would be so easy for San to score her. Truly, he wouldn't even have to throw any moves at her because at this point she was a sure thing.

But why was he thinking of you?

"I need a drink," San announced to the girl, not caring whether or not she heard him nor if she was following him. San leaned onto the bar and motioned to the bartender (whom he had become close with due to his frequency at the establishment) to bring him his usual as he fished his phone from his pocket. His fingers automatically seek your contact and he gazed at it, wanting to talk to you but not knowing where to begin. Or even what to say.

You both had been friends since university, you first befriended Yeosang who was adopted by San's best friend, Wooyoung in the middle of first year. Sexual tension was palpable between the two of you yet it took years for him to act on his interest in you. And even then, his interest was only on your body. You became his constant booty call for whatever occassion there is; birthdays (yours or his), hang outs, bar outing, wedding, wake, or even when his conquest turned to be a psycho and he still wants to fuck. The relationship you both had was... nonexistent. Even becoming friends with benefits was too much of a commitment for him and he didn't want to feel onligated to you. But you became the thing he go to for pleasure and that was always how he treated you without caring how you felt about that. Multiple relationships you were ruined by him either by deliberately making the guy you were close with very uncomfortable with how close he was to you or you breaking things off after San gave you hopes yet again only to latet shot you down after he fucked you.

Two weeks ago you told San that you wanted to stop whatever it was that you were doing because you wanted a real relationship with someone stable and dependable. Someone who puts your needs first and won't take you for granted, willing to commit and won't toss you aside when he's having a rough time only to come back the next day to get his dick wet. Well, you didn't actually told him you wanted to stop your little booty call arrangement but more like you asked him to be an adult and stop messing around pointlessly. So of course, San called you names and slammed the door on you angrily and didn't contact you whatsoever but neither did you (much to his disappointment).

So it's two weeks later and all he wanted was you. He suddenly didn't want to stay much longer in the club and just go back to you, spending time not just fucking but watching a movie, eating junk food, playing stupid card games, or even lying on your stomach as he ranted about his day. It never occurred to him just how intimate those activities are and how much he misses them. And you. Especially you.

So how can he get you back?

His alcohol-induced state typed the first thing that popped in his head and he sent the message without a second thought.

'I wanna come back to you'

'I miss you'

Moments waiting for your reply after the message was sent felt excruciating to him. The drink that would usually pump his energy and stamina suddenly brought him nothing but anxiety and longing. His head was running with the memories of having you in his arms, kissing you, praising you, devouring you, tasting you. Just the thought and the memories sent his dick straining against his jeans. How he wished he could touch you at that moment, being able to have his way with you.

When his phone vibrated, San had never looked at his phone so quickly in his life.

'You're drunk'

San ignored your reply and instead he opened his front camera and positioned it to capture his face from a lower angle. He placed his free hand on his chin with his pointer and middle finger spread to frame his mouth, his tongue peeking slightly from his plump lips and he snapped the picture. He sent it with the caption 'me between your legs'. Unlike before, he got his response within seconds. The three dots that constantly appeared and disappeared showed that you wanted to say something but you just didn't know what it was exactly you wanted to say. And San took that as a sign of agreement so he left the club, leaving behind the sure thing that kept calling for him as he made his exit.

The excitement of seeing you again pumped his adrenaline and soon enough he found himself in front of your apartment door, banging your door frantically as he pressed his forehead on the hard surface, enjoying the feeling of his heart thrumming for you. His heart beat at a slower pace but harder against his chest when he heard your footsteps approaching, the beat of his heart seemingly following your steps. It even momentarily stopped when your steps halted.

But when the door opened and San was met with the sight of you unsurely looking up at him, he couldn't help himself but cup your face and press his lips against yours, causing you to yelp in surprise. San took your utter surprise as a chance for him to push you inside your apartment, letting the door close on its own as he simultaneously took his shoes off.

You came back to your senses and pushed off of him just enough so your lips were separated, causing San to chase after your lips which resulted in you having to plant your hands on his chest to stop him from advancing.

"San, you're drunk!" You stated, worried that he wasn't in his right mind but more because you've missed his lips and you know you would cave if he said the right things. The alcohol made his skin flush and his lips bitter, but you were more drawn to the glaze in his eyes making them shimmer slightly under the light. San shook his head quickly and pushed your hands away so he could pull you flush against his body, "I'm drunk enough that it gave me courage to say and pursue what I really want but not drunk enough that you should feel bad for having sex with me," he simply stated before he pressed his lips against you again. The both of you had slowly advanced further into the apartment and just as you accidentally bumped into the doorframe of your room, you spoke against San's lips, "Who said we're gonna have sex?" The question was empty to day the least as you were in a dilemma between wanting San to take you like how he usually would and keeping with your words of wanting to have the chance to be with someone who's serious about you. "Because," He started with his lips trailing down your skin to the juncture of your neck, "You're here and I'm here, and you want me and I want you, so it'll be stupid not to do something about it," San's hands followed the downward movement of his lips and in one swift movement, San had your sleeping shorts and panties yanked off and dropped at your ankle. You gasped and tried to push him away, but the man was stronger than you.

In a swift, he pushed you into your room and turned the ceiling lights off in favour of your desk lamp. He loved the way the shaddow and the light played together, dancing and illuminating your figure as he have his way with you. It became a cue for you as well as every time San switched your lights, you know what would happen and you immediately became aroused as if on cue.

San carefully peeled the rest of your clothing off of you, as if he was unwrapping a gift with the most delicate touch and careful movements which helped him take all of you slowly, drinking you in. You simply let him do what he wanted with you because no matter how much it hurt knowing that there's a chance he might never want to commit, you'd take any and every chance to be with him however he wants. Because despite his shitty treatment towards whatever relationship you both had, he had always handled you with so much care in physical terms even when he was being rough with you.

Once you were bare in front of him, he pushed you down to your bed and you landed with a bounce. You supported yourself on your elbows to look down at San who was taking his shirt off with one swift move that honestly made him look hotter and somehow the way he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop was satisfyingly simple. San then settled down with his arms hooked under your legs, pressing on it forward and open to eat your cunt like a starved man. A strangled moan left your mouth at the lack of warning of the incoming pleasure. It had only been a relatively short time since San had touched you again, and by God, you didn't know how much you actually missed him until you felt him devouring you again. The vacant period proved to have given your body quite some time to rest free of your usual erratic pleasure or maybe it was just being deprived of it and now that it had a taste again, it's seeking more. Your eyes screwed shut as the feeling took over your body from simply San's tongue and your thighs tried to trap his head but his hands that were holding your legs apart wouldn't let it.

"Baby, God, baby," San moaned as he took your nub between his teeth, gently tugging on it just enough to send you squealing. "I fucking miss you; your voice, the sounds you make, your face, body and your cunt," San shuddered slightly at the mention of your cunt, his breath tickling your flesh and you were betting that you were dripping onto the sheets, "God, I love your pussy and your sweet taste." He momentarily lifted his head to look up at you, chin dripping with your arousal and eyes so lust clouded that the pupils were dilated and his orbs turned into glittering black, "Squirt on my face, okay?"

Then he dove right back, this time his hands were off of your thighs with one hand accompanying his lips, his middle and ring finger from his left hand that had left its initial position on your thigh. Your breath hitched and your back arched from the utter pleasure San was giving you continuously. It was too much for you to bear but the pain was too good, the burn in your body was too good, and San's hold on you was too good. San moved with such expertise, despite his fervent movement, he was never sloppy. His mouth and finger accompanied and complimented each other's movements well, the pleasure was overwhelming but not awkward. It effectively brought you close to a climax and San could tell from the signs given away by your body; every squirm, twitch, and sound were signals to him. Having a specific goal in mind, San continued his ministration with additional pressure of his tongue and his fingers moving in and out of your hole even more quickly than before. "San-" you choked out, head thrashing as you felt yourself reaching the edge with shaky thighs. You tried looking down on him only to have your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw San's right hand jacking himself off as he ate you out. Your pussy clench at the realization that San was getting turned on by eating you out. San detached his lips from you and delivered a slap on your cunt that resonated through the room. It was as if he had pressed a release button because you found yourself cumming hard with a high-pitched moan. Your state of euphoria brought a smirk to San's lips because he was one-half away from his goal and now he's so close.

Taking your bliss to his advantage, San dove right in to overstimulate you, this time the hand that he used to finger you pressed onto your lower stomach rather hard as the other moved on hid length even faster. The only thing that was holding you open for him was his broad shoulders but even then, it was hard for you to shut your legs. "N-no, God! I- I can't-" tears started to brim in your eyes, the overstimulation built up even more than you thought it could and it was almost painful. The pressure on your stomach was no better as it only make you feel like you were about to pop. Your head was swimming at this point from the restraint of your legs, San's determination to make you squirt, and your utter surrender to the man. You swore you blacked out momentarily but you could feel your body spasm as liquid gushed and squirt out of your cunt. Had you been fully aware of the situation, you would see San with his face to your cunt, eyes closed as he let your juice drench his face as his cock let out spurts of his cum on your sheets, ass clenching from pleasure and hips stuttering with his cock twitching. San was revelling in his effects on you, completely drunk from your taste as at this point the alcohol didn't do as much as what you were doing to him. You took a moment to look down at him; the look in his eyes that with the redness from being drunk seemed very intense contrasted by the relaxed and even proud look on his wet face. Even when he wiped his face with the shirt he discarded, he still looked at bliss.

When he let go of your legs, your body fell limp onto the mattress, your body wasn't moving and you were in a daze. Your body was buzzing and your skin was warm and slick with sweat from cumming so hard in weeks. It was hard for you to reintroduce oxygen fully back into your lungs and it was harder to do so when San suddenly flipped you on your stomach. You could feel San's hands trailing up your back, the soft pads of his fingers trailing up the skin of your back followed by his soft lips pressing reassuring kisses along following his fingers. "Baby, I need to be in you right now, okay? I can't wait anymore," he groaned, grinding his hips up to your ass, his cock felt hot, sticky and rigid on you but you weren't disgusted. In fact, you were turned on, you wanted him to pound you like a bitch and you were glad he seemed to be in a hurry as well.

With a last kiss to the side of your cheek, San pulled away and pulled your hips up, letting them prop by your knees as he positioned himself. The tip made direct contact with your hole, and as soon as it did, you felt something drip out of you. The mess you made allowed him to slip inside very easily, it didn't take much for you to immediately accommodate his length. In San's words, he had fucked your cunt perfectly for his dick, you have been ruined for every other man. You tried to brace yourself but your arms couldn't bear much weight so you resorted to crossing your arms in front of you and resting your head on them in an attempt to make sure that you would be able to still breathe.

San started his thrusts at a rather faster pace. His hands anchored on your hips as he penetrated you powerfully. Your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of his dick inside you and you were fully expecting him to use you as nothing but his boner reliever. But based on your experience from years of being San's booty call, this time it felt different. Usually, San would only focus on getting himself off before getting you off just to get the pleasure of knowing that he could make you cum. This time, there were emotions involved, and his thrusts felt more... human while usually, it was more frigid, distant, and even machine-like. The grip of his hands felt possessive like he wasn't just doing it to ground or anchor himself, it felt like he was holding onto you. Maybe it was his alcohol-induced state but San was showing so much more emotion than he had ever did in the past. And it made your stomach churn in a good way.

His hand moved to grab at your thighs when he began to move even faster. You were moaning his name loudly as your hands clench the sheet from the sheer pleasure. The way you were saying San's name was like music to his ears, he had never quite realized how good his name is coming out of your mouth, it even sounded melodious. You calling his name seemed to trigger something in him because before you know it, San was holding you so close and so tight, abusing your hole with his cock, that the lower half of your body was levitating. The gravity put pressure to your chest, constricting your airway a little that made your head dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Plus, the internal feeling of being on cloud nine paired with the external experience of half floating did indescribable things to your brain.

Meanwhile, San's eyes was rolled to the back of his head. His mind was buzzing with alcohol and you. The new position allowed him to reach deeper into you, letting him feel all of you and he loved it, he was reveling in it. The way your cunt clench when his cock hit the right spot, the obnoxious squelching sound from your cunt as proof of his effect on you, and the pretty, pretty noise you were making with your mouth. God, he could never get enough of you and he wouldn't want to get enough of you, it was always more more more and more. San's hands gripped tighter on the flesh of your thighs, trapping it in a possessive vice has his body made up to both you and him for the two week absence.

You didn't even realize when you came until you felt something gushing out of your pussy, the liquid spraying San's abdomen and rolled down your stomach to your chest, creating a cold slick trail that made you squirm. In San's grip, your legs shook a little as you climaxed and the sudden movement caused your limbs to fall off of his grip. As your body fell back to the bed, San's cock slipped but he was quick enough to pump himself zealously, not wanting to lose momentum and he came on your skin, painting the expanse of your ass and back with his white cum that seemed to continuously spurt from his cock. A soft gasp left your lips and the muscles of your back tensed when you felt his cum landed on you.

That was it. From your past experiences, you know that he'd at the most clean his cum off you and then leave your apartment. You closed your eyes and waited for the sound of the door closing, trying to gather your strength to get to the bathroom and clesn yourself before you start your self depreciation over how stupid you were to fall for his words again. Truly, you were mad at yourself.

But the feeling of a warm, damp towel running over your back forced your eyes to open. Your head whipped to the back to see San concentrating on cleaning his cum off of you. He looked so serious with his eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, and bottom lip between his teeth. The towel was gliding on your skin ever so softly, the most gentle of caress as if you could break if he was being too harsh. It felt nice though, having him take care of you like that. You might not know what or why he was doing what he did, nor if his words were merely drunken jabber or if he was being genuine with you. At that moment, all you could do was close your eyes and just enjoy, hoping that when you opened your eyes, he won't leave again.

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@prettyshawni

[superego-imagines]

Polkadot man × male reader × Captain Boomerang ot3 hcs pls? :3

((Based on them both being here, I assume both of them have been in the Suicide Squad/you’re going by their Suicide Squad version (Polka Dot Man doesn’t really have a character otherwise lmao). Usually though, unless a specific version is clarified, I’m just going to wing it.))

Getting Together Headcanons:

As you probably guessed, Digger is the one to make the first of any kind of move. Member of the squad, agent, hero, villain, man, woman, nonbinary, it doesn’t matter. If he thinks you’re cute, he doesn’t even ask your name before making sure you’re very aware that he does. Did you stand still long enough for him to approach? Congrats! You’re just his type! His sexual orientation would best be described as: Buzzard. Please make him work for it a bit, if for no other reason than his ego will become utterly unbearable otherwise. He’s cute but if those cheesy pick up lines actually get him your number he’s going to use them anytime he wants something (usually to get out of helping with a chore.)

While the relationship starts out really casual, if you’re willing to listen to him chat you up and down and brag about that time he almost (not even close) beat the Flash, well then he’s throwing you over his shoulder for a shotgun Elvis-Officiated wedding. There’s no reason to wait, you have to live each day like your last, literally in his case. Although he’s on parole now, he could be dragged back to some near-death mission or just arrested at any time. No matter how long you’re together you’ll never fully keep him out of trouble. He just loves it too much!

With Abner, it’s sort of the opposite, it takes a lot of time for you two to form first, a close friendship, and then slooooowly working your way up to a romantic relationship. There’s a lot of trauma there, and on top of that, almost thirty years of mental illness and unhealthy coping mechanisms developed to survive that trauma. So yeah, it’s a bit of a nonstarter for a while. But he does crave companionship, having been without it most of his life. So if you’re willing to be patient and understanding and work within his comfort zone, he quickly starts to open up (maybe a bit too much but you’re glad he feels safe enough to overshare?) Once he starts to see you as a safe person and a friend, it’s easier for him to physically see you as an individual and allow himself to look at you. The real you. And once he sees you…well, it’s hard for him not to catch feelings.

There’s not really much internalized homophobia to work through, if only because he’s always been an outcast, in his mind, what’s one more thing? You’re the first person to really be nice to him. How can it be wrong to pursue this? It takes him ages to express his feelings to you, and finding out about your thing with Digger just sets him back months of progress. He definitely spends about a weekend thinking about a way to kill him, before ultimately resigning himself for a lifetime of loneliness. Luckily, you notice what’s wrong and ask him about it. It doesn’t take much for all the bottled up feelings to come bursting out (possibly accompanied by dots.) It’s real emotional all around and you admit to returning his feelings and that, while you still want to be in a relationship with Digger, there might be a solution that can work for everyone.

I won’t lie, neither of them is super thrilled about the idea of an open relationship, well, Digger kinda likes it in theory but why him? It’s not so much that either of them are opposed to the idea, they’d never really thought about it before. Digger hadn’t been in many committed relationships that required actually discussing boundaries and Abner never thought he’d be in a relationship, let alone one and a half of one. I do think you have to start as more of a V than a triangle. They just really rub each other the wrong way. Abner thinks Digger's annoying and rude and Digger thinks he’s a “creepy lil’ cunt.” It also sort of brings out their insecurities whether they acknowledge it or not. They each thrive where the other falls short. Neither can see what you see in the other but they both love you and want desperately to try and make things work even if it means -ugh- spending time with each other.

But eventually, as they watch each other interact with you, they get to see the version of the other that you see. Digger can be sweet when he wants to be (or wants something.) Abner is capable of cracking a joke about once a month. Maybe they aren’t completely unbearable. And if you like them, how bad can they be? And what was a begrudging truce slowly blossoms into something more, even if they’re both a little too emotionally constipated to actually put it into words.

General Relationship Headcanons:

I hope you enjoy your scary and small but ferocious dog privilege. Both of them know how much they hit the jackpot and when they’ve finally stopped fighting each other over you, they become a very protective team. (Not that you can’t hold your own of course.) The Captain is not a particularly jealous guy, if anything it puffs him up a bit knowing everyone else wants what he’s got. Abner, however, is but sometimes lacks the ability to find a middle ground between complete conflict avoidance and murdering an entire room full of people, and the latter would really ruin the night out. Luckily, if Abner asks, Digger is not remotely above making a huge public display of obscene affection and openly challenging anyone in a ten foot radius to fight him about it.

Ideal date for Abner would be a nice night in with good takeout and a bunch of movies. He has so much to catch up on and you two have a list a mile long of things you want to show him. He also has to worry about his condition less, knowing he’ll be in the comfort of his home when he needs to excise some energy and he won’t get weird looks like he does when he starts to glow in a public movie theater. Ideal date for Digger: Stealing Renting a roofless luxury car and just driving out into the country. Past the satellite towns of Central City, there’s nothing but plains where you won’t see another car for miles. He could drive as fast as he wants, without any cops on his case, his boyfriend in the passenger seat (and later, boyfriend two sitting in the back), singing along to each other's favorite songs at the top of their lungs. He doesn’t really have anything planned out beyond that but it's what he thinks about while he waits for you two to rangle up bail money.

Cohabiting is…a bit of a learning curve. Probably one of the hardest parts of your relationship. Abner wants to be helpful but he spent the first half of his life in a lab and the rest in the psych ward of a maximum security penitentiary. He’s literally never had to keep track of the sort of basic things that go into keeping a household running. The idea that if he wants something, he can have it, but he has to do it himself. He’s never cooked for himself, chose his own clothes, or even had agency over his own schedule. Every minute of his day had always been accounted for, and while poorly, his most basic needs were taken care of for him at Belle Reeves. So you have to teach/remind him of a lot of the things that may not occur to you to tell someone. But you get to learn it together! And learning/trying out new recipes or teaming up on a chore can be fun in its own way. At least he’s willing to learn. Digger is…a bit more work. He has lived alone for a long time, but unsupervised. Be prepared for a lot of “What do you mean you have to wash towels? Ain’t the point of a shower that you’re clean at the end?” Or melted plastic in your nice new dishwasher. It wouldn’t be so bad if he would just listen and wasn’t so stubborn about his way working just fine. He’s just a bit set in his ways and it’s hard to get him used to a new routine, set of standards, and just generally living with other folks. But he’ll always come around in the end. ;)

[snootlestheangel]

If someone hasn't asked yet Pricegravesnik for that ship thing :D

Ooohhh a challenge! Let's see where this goes lol

They're all married for this btw

If anyone wants to submit another ship, please do so! If you actually have other ideas for the questions "Like who takes the hottest showers?" then I'd love to hear them!

Who was the one to propose? Actually I want to say Price when he proposed to Nik. I want to say neither were willing to commit to marrying each other for a couple years until something happened and Price realized it's never a guarantee to keep the good things in life, so might as well keep them close while you can. Nik's the one that started the flirting with Graves and wanted to propose to him, but Graves beat him to it. (my tired brain made me read that as Graves proposed to himself, which honestly? He would. He'd do it just to mess with them and go "Sorry, I'm already engaged")

Who stressed more over wedding planning? I genuinely see Nik as the one that was flipping out the whole time. Graves was surprisingly the least stressed (he was recruiting his Shadows for help shhhhh) and Price was experiencing about the normal level of stress you'd expect for a wedding.

Who decorated the house? Graves. In truth, it was a mostly group effort; Price's favorite recliner is there, Nik's very nice, suspiciously acquired liquor cabinet, a few things they've both received from Laswell, Farah, Alex, and the 141 boys. But Graves is the true decorator. Granted, most of this stuff is gifts from the Shadows when they heard he was getting married.

Who does the cooking? I, again, want to say Graves's Southern ass does, but like... I feel like Price knows his way around a kitchen, ya know? Nik is banished from kitchens.

Who is more organized? None of them are necessarily organized per say. Graves is the best at keeping the appearance of being organized but in reality it's Price. Graves's planners are always neat, his desk is always neat, but that doesn't mean shit. Price's office always looks like Nik landed a copter too close but he knows exactly where everything is and he's the most on top of schedules/appointments/important dates.

Who suggested kids first? Nik. Like as a serious suggestion. He's seen the way both his husbands are, and he just knows they'd be wonderful dads. Desperately wants to be a girl dad.

Who's the cuddler? Nik is the cuddliest, but Graves is a close second. Price just wants some fucking peace and quiet.

Who is big spoon/little spoon? Graves always ends up the little spoon of at least one of them. As much as he tries his best to be a big spoon and big spoon only, he always ends up in the middle of them with one wrapped around behind him. Nik is always a big spoon though, and somehow Price ends up being the little spoon. (Graves is not complaining, he's got two bears for husbands so you know ending up in the middle of that is hella nice. And he should be thankful) *I am extremely jealous of Graves now but I have no one to blame but myself and maybe @midnight193 for submitting this ship*

What's their favorite non-sexual activity? Probably something quiet, but at the same time they're all so chaotic it'd never stay quiet long, so I almost want to say something like *mind blanks* Um.... Honestly? Bowling. Don't ask me why, it just popped in there and now I can't get that mental image out of my head. That or axe-throwing cause they're each such show-offs. Graves gets a +2 strength bonus when the Shadows are around

Who comes home drunk at 3am? Nik. Is there really any other answer? It's not often, it's still a rarity, but still. That! Or it's Graves after a party with his Shadows. He's always absolutely blasted after social engagements involving alcohol with his Shadows

Who kills the spiders? Price. None of them are afraid, but Graves did have one really bad allergic reaction once and ever since then Price is the one to kill the spiders. Nik tried using fire once. It did not work. He is no longer allowed to kill spiders, even though he promises to never do it again

Who falls asleep first? Hot take? Graves. He's going 100 all day and just crashes once it's bedtime. Sometimes, if Nik and Price are coming home late, they walk in to see Graves just sprawled out on the bed, having not even bothered taking his jeans off and he is out cold. (of course they always gently get him into bed proper and that's how he ends up in the middle)

A head-canon? Nik is a human furnace, which is partly why he has to be one of the ends when they cuddle/sleep. There have been times where he's ended up in the middle and Price is just on the floor cause HOT. Graves, a true Texan (he's Texan right? *I am having an existential crisis over this for some reason??*) is used to the heat, and is secretly sometimes reminded of home with it, so he's okay with being swarmed by human heater Nik. Price, a fucking Brit, can't stand it when he's too warm for comfort. He'd rather kill his back sleeping on the floor or their really shitty couch than be trapped with that. A second one because why not? Price always ends up being the "victim" of sexual jokes/blatant nasty flirting from Graves and Nik. He can be chilling, minding his business, and suddenly one of them says something really dirty to the other and Price, the poor thing, it's not his fault he gets so easily flustered!

Do they have any rituals? Graves has so many rituals when it's Shadow Olympics week. There's too many to count but they're all vital for his team winning, and even some of them to ensure none of his Shadows are harmed/all have fun. Nik constantly teases him for being a dad, which ends up in Graves calling himself Daddy and making Price snort his tea. Price has incredible oral hygiene, and the other two have pretty normal routines for that sort of thing. Nik's only "ritual" is the series of stretches he does before flying. It took a while for Graves to be able to witness it, so Price once recorded it and sent it to him.

Who has the most patience? Nik, a thousand times over. Price has to deal with Soap, Ghost, and Gaz on a constant basis. And those boys are so needy they can't just leave him alone during leave, either! Graves can be pretty patient, but after a long day of dealing with hyperactive Shadows and a giant techie with chronic anxiety, he gets a little snippy. Nik on the other hand? Totally chilled out like 90% of the time. He's had a couple of bad days where he'll scowl at someone annoying him and the very rare occasions that he does lose his cool. Ghost has witnessed this once, and the rant Nik was on wasn't even directed at him, but he's still traumatized by it (@cod-dump has an incorrect quotes that definitely inspired this. In fact! Mike is the fucking reason I'm obsessed with Graves now! So *angrily stomps but it's more like a cute puppy* damn you! This is your fault!)

Gif that sums up their relationship?

I dunno I tried. I searched too long and this is all I could come up with

[queeryu-u]

it’s all in my head but i want non-fiction

ryujin x yeji

hi there!! :D wanted to wish all of my fellow beautiful lesbians a (late) happy international day, so just wrote something v very quickly

yeah, the title is from chappell’s hot to go BUT! the story has picture you’s vibes. so it’s kinda sad?? hope u enjoy it tho <3 it’s a tiny thing to actually overcome my little situationship lmaooo (help

ryujin and yeji’s relationship is really, really hard to define. well, it depends on which one of them you ask about it, and how much they are willing to share. yeji, is extremely direct about it, it hurts, at least to ryujin. she, on the other hand, doesn’t express herself and bottles up lots and lots of emotions, even the ones she has reserved for yeji.

ryujin is used to it, doesn’t bother her their different takes on their relationship, not that she is certain about yeji’s, but knows it doesn’t match hers. neither she knew what she wanted, so she didn’t want to project her insecurities and emotional blocks on yeji’s way of living life. she just does anything she wants to, not questions asked. sometimes, no thoughts even before doing anything at all. putting her life in danger just for the sake of having fun, hanging out or hooking up. ryujin obviously knew it, and had bad headaches because of it, but still was by her side, accompanied by plenty of gasps and looks at her that should mean she’s scolding her.

to put it simple, ryujin is in the process to open herself to love, to let someone get into the unconformity that is getting under her skin, which had plenty layers to it, so many obstacles she knows she isn’t worth the try to show her vulnerability, to let it just be uncovered. one of them was hwang yeji, since she was taking too much space over ryujin’s being. it burnt and made her melt until she got stuck on the floor, no possibility of ever going forward.

most of her friends never got her, never understood the reason why she didn’t just tell her, feeling they really matched each other, so much they felt like a soft rush of water blending. they didn’t understand that’d cause a big loss, a presence she didn’t want to regret leaving behind in a few years or even before they could get to be something.

yeji is not interested in having a relationship right now, doesn’t want to commit to having one, but does hang up with men for a bit, seeing if she likes them enough to be with them for the night. ryujin knew that, and it didn’t hurt her feelings that she did, the situation reflecting itself why they wouldn’t work, at least not now. they’re not on the same page at all, and that scares the shit out of her. if in the future, for some reason, they end up together, she wants to meet her standards. not that they’re ridiculously high, assuming for the people she meets with, but because ryujin wants to give her all.

it’s dumb and cheesy. she supposedly knows that there isn’t a perfect state of being oneself to be allowed to be loved, she knows that. she knows that people grow because they’re around others, she knows she might be deserving of love just because of the way she is, and it shouldn’t be an issue that she hasn’t met a version of herself she likes enough. it isn’t that she put her life on pause, but because she never really got to start it.

she doesn’t want to halt her careless ways of being, which gives her freedom to be herself. she doesn’t want to not let her grow, she supposes. even though that doesn’t mean she had, on some occasions, her hopes up or took off her inhibitions just to be with her for a bit, even if it meant nothing between them too.

they have kissed, for a short time and a simple brush of their lips in a party, under the premise of a joke, or just for the alcohol. nothing serious. they slept together the same night, yeji in ryujin’s arms, her heart almost ceasing to work. it was a tiny sofa, if someone could call it that, that even one person would sleep really uncomfortable, their limbs not having enough space to stretch. but still, yeji insisted on them sleeping together, saying it out loud in front of all the people.

at that moment, they were practically one. when yeji laughed, ryujin could feel the vibrations of it in her back. ryujin had problems sleeping, and that night was not different but for another motive. she was pressed behind yeji, and therefore her arms didn’t have enough space to lay down, so after hours and hours of changing her position, she decided the only way she could finally sleep was to hug yeji. to put one of her arms below her, and hold her close to her, so that’s exactly what she did.

yeji was asleep, and moved slightly at the touch, but hummed at the contact, acknowledging it, and closed her eyes in weariness again. ryujin was afraid her heart would wake her up because of how hard it was beating, but it didn’t happen. so she did what she could do in these kinds of moments, to bask on the feeling of it for once.

[haywire-hetfield]

Metallica + bottoming for you for the first time (x male reader)

Part one (James, Kirk, Cliff, and Ron)

James Hetfield

-James would probably be the most nervous out of everyone.

-He's never even considered bottoming before you bring it up and his initial response is a hard no, but it's not that he's actually against the idea.

-He has a lot of baggage he needs to work through before he's able to bottom for you, though he's willing to do it. Truth be told, the idea of you topping him excites him.

-You're very patient with him which helps relax him and make him more receptive to it.

-The process is very slow and very long, starting with just a finger and then moving from there. He often has to stop and you two try again at another time.

-Over time, he finally gets relaxed enough for you to actually fuck him.

-He prefers being on his hands and knees during it. He gets too embarrassed/flustered in any position where you two are looking at each other.

-He doesn't mind bottoming as much as he thought he would, but he still doesn't do it very often. He's happy that he tried it, though.

Ron McGovney

-Ron's pretty neutral on the idea when you first bring it up to him.

-He's considered it a couple times, but never thought you were interested in it, so he never thought about it too much.

-When you bring it up, he's completely down to try it, although he has a lot of questions.

-He's never done anything similar to it before, so he asks a lot of things just so he knows what to expect.

-He also doesn't mind about positions too much. (You two tend to switch positions around a lot in bed anyway, so he just defaults to that.)

-He practices on himself a few times before he ever lets you finger him, just to see what it's like on his own before committing to it fully.

-In the end, he enjoys it enough to keep doing it with you. He doesn't have a lifechanging experience with it or anything, but he enjoys connecting with you however he can.

Kirk Hammett

-Kirk is actually the one who brings it up to you.

-He's experimented with different things in the past, although he's never been fucked by another person.

-You're not exactly surprised when he brings it up since he'd been hinting at it for a while, trying to test the waters to see if that's something you'd be interested in.

-He's still a bit nervous when the time comes to actually top him, although he's more excited than anything.

-He feels flustered/shy when you two first start, he's never felt so exposed before. He gets used to it pretty quickly, especially considering how distracted he is.

-Riding you is one of his favorite positions because you two can look at each other and he can set the pace.

-That being said, he enjoys pretty much every position.

-He has no real preference for topping or bottoming, he finds out he enjoys both of them pretty equally. You two take turns topping, depending on how you both feel.

Cliff Burton

-There's actually no real conversation that takes place before you two try him bottoming.

-A favorite past time is getting high together and just engaging in a lot of foreplay. It's slow and sensual like that, neither of you feeling as much insecurity or rush as you normally do.

-You two were touching each other like normal when you got the idea to try fingering him.

-He was incredibly receptive to it, although a bit surprised at first.

-You got him off like that and for a while, that was all you two did with him bottoming. You never really talked about it outside of checking that he'd been okay with it.

-One day, he finally asked you if you were interested in topping since you'd fingered him so many times by that point and you told him it was something you'd be into trying.

-Things went very smoothly with him, both of you comfortable and open with one another.

-He got a little high beforehand to enhance the experience and you two tried it out.

-Most of the time, he's on his back during since it's the easiest way and he ended up actually really enjoying it.

-He's not sure how much of his pleasure was aided by being high, but he honestly doesn't care. All he cares about is the fact you both enjoyed it.

-He's usually high when you two do it, but not always.

[positivelybeastly]

Would you be willing to get into some of your partners’ views on your mutation? It seems Trish was less than supportive and Brand saw it as pretty normal but sexy; but they’re not the only people you’ve had relations with. What about Vera? Alison? Cecilia? Simon?

"Trish was . . . hrm."

". . . I'll step in, to talk about this one."

"Patricia Tilby was - is a strong willed woman who fights for what she believes in. Ostensibly, those things are justice, freedom of information, and civil liberties, including mutant rights. She believes in honesty and transparency."

"Patricia Tilby used classified information on the Legacy Virus that she obtained from the Muir Island computers to leak the news to the whole world that the Virus had made the jump to humans. This led to an immediate spike in mutant hate crime, and at least five fatalities that we know were at least indirectly linked to that news report."

"Patricia Tilby claimed not to be unnerved by my appearance. Patricia Tilby broke off our relationship because she was worried about what other might think about us. About what I actually am. About my current status as a living being. About what I qualify as now. About what I - "

Hank took a deep breath.

"Patricia Tilby, is not as comfortable with mutants whose X-genes have manifested physically as she claims, or, perhaps, as much as she likes to believe. She is not a bigot, and she is an ally to our cause.

That being said, I would prefer that she be honest, with herself, and with others, before she hurts anyone else."

". . . Vera was always fine with us. She liked us for us. I feel like we didn't leave things with her as well as we could have, and she was more forgiving than we really deserved."

"That much is true. She was far kinder to us than we deserved, considering our inadvertent cruelty to her."

The younger Hank winced a little, rubbing at the back of his neck selfconsciously, hating that he didn't have a defence for himself.

"I loved her, you know. She was . . ."

"You didn't love her. You never did. And that was always the problem. Don't be dishonest, now, I know you better than you do."

". . . Alison was always cool with us. She thought the fur was sexy."

"That she did. Abigail, too. I'd often wake up in the middle of the night to find her tracing the contours of my face, as if committing them to memory. She would just smirk and tell me she was conducting a xenozoological experiment, and then kiss me."

"Nice."

"Down, boy.

We looked more normal to her than humans, in some respects. Like the father that she seemed to care for more than rest of her family. One could be uncharitable and read something terribly Oedipal into all of that, but I never took it that way. It was - nice, to find that sometimes human prejudice is only human prejudice, and that in some respects, the rest of the galaxy is a little more open-minded. In some respects.

"Cecilia . . . do you . . . ever think we kinda fumbled things with her? I feel like . . . the fur obviously didn't bother her, and she was the one making the moves a lot of the time. We bugged the bejesus out of her sometimes, but. She liked us. Do you think . . ."

"Yes. We did. And I do think precisely that. There's a world out there where we didn't let that chance slip out of our fingers, and we're happier for it."

". . ."

". . . And Simon, for the record, was once sat right next to me while I wore an image inducer projecting what I would look like at that age in my human form, and didn't so much as look at me, let alone recognise me. I asked him about it later, and he simply shrugged and said, I quote, 'I've never known you as anything other than this. This is just who you are to me.'"

"Which was. Nice to hear. I rather like just being Hank to someone."

". . . Though he really shouldn't be included in this answer, given you were asking about romantic partners and people whom I've had relations with. Simon is neither."

"Yes. Quite."

"Exactly."

". . . We're not gay, anonymous."

"Stop showing that!"

[noellashes]

hiiiiiiii! feel free to ignore this ask but what do you like about noelashe? :0 I really like them too but I don't exactly know why myself... the parallels perhaps? the care? the potential? either way, I'm asking you how you feel about them! And I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

so so sorry for the late response but

anon you don't understand how long ive been waiting for someone to ask me this exact question

this may be extremely long depending on how much i feel like talking about so i apologize

spoilers inbound after this point!!

there are many, many reasons ive fallen in love with them and their dynamic, but ill try to condense them into a more readable format

the sections will be as follows:

 their parallels and how they compliment each other

their kindness and affection towards each other

how they treat the other differently to the others in the mansion

more surface level dynamic things i like

the things that got me attached to them in the first place

parallels!

i feel like every noelashe fan understands their parallels somewhat but im insane so im gonna go in depth

they match and contrast each other in so so many different ways, down to even design (i actually made a post about that before it shouldnt be too hard to find)

their personalities are one thing, energetic and tired, extroverted and introverted, loud and shy, cruel and kind, fake and genuine, manipulative and naïve, i could go on but thatd be WAY too long so i'll just mention these

but thats just on the surface, they actually match each other a LOT more than you think

how ashe is more introverted than what meets the eye, not liking people out of distrust, and noel being tons more talkative and social, adoring people and barely being able to hate anyone

noel being smarter than he appears, willing to lie and manipulate for what he wants, and ashe being really easy to fool sometimes, immediately believing anything he thinks can bring back his family

and of course the obvious, their wishes

the same wish, the same pain, they go through such similar trauma with different ways of dealing with it

or so you think, their coping is very similar and this is acknowledged in sirius's conclusion, the only real difference being if theyre violent or not. noel, has sworn off harming people but he's still not above using backhanded methods for his goals. ashe, despite doing awful things for his wants, still has noble(ish) reasons for why he does these things

neither are entirely innocent, but neither are completely guilty

they both just want the people they care for to live peacefully, alive

but both do some pretty fucked up things for this wish, noel lies to sirius and uses dorothy as a ploy, ashe well- i think we all know. ashe commits multiple varied crimes that range from theft to murder and noel's own negligence can be considered a crime in some cases.

they have an understanding no one else does and it creates a lot of interest towards them and develops them as individuals too

kindness

they care so much for each other its insane

noel has trouble seeing ashe as anything but kind and ashe cant help but feel attached to noel even if he doesnt want to, which makes them get close each time and it makes them feel for each other a LOT more than they need to

the times where noel is sick and ashe takes care of him, ashe saying he lied so noel wont feel bad, noel letting ashe confide in him and ashe even trusting him enough to say his worries in the first place, the list goes on

they just have an instant bond bc they want someone to care and help them (even if both have trouble admitting it) and they want to help each other, which just makes them care more

it always ends in kindness between the two and it's one of the ways we get a happy ending

special treatment

i could put this in the kindness section but i think it deserves its own section bc its so damn cute

it does have a little less to go over tho as it doesn't happen much

im also gonna start adding screenshots and such

noel seems to really admire ashe and his abilities so much more than anyone else its adorable

hes so amazed by him literally just cooking and he doesnt comment on anything to do with precise stuff that isnt smth ashe does, i may be wrong but i dont think ive ever seen him comment on smth like sirius drawing talismans which is highly specific but will ALWAYS think about how impressed he is with ashe

he also just

treats ashe in a similar way to claire, like he just casually says ashe saved him which is such a strong word to him with no thought and he LITERALLY SAYS HE TRUSTS HIM UNCONSCIOUSLY BC HE REMINDS HIM OF CLAIRE if that doesnt say smth i dont know what does

and ashe always opens up to noel so much more than anyone else like noel has gotten ashe to talk about himself unlike anyone else, the only other character he talked to about things was claire (technically sirius too but he was drunk off his ass so im not counting it) and that was like once he doesnt even say anything that isnt surface level

ashe also just refuses to harm noel and i dont think anyone has noticed this before

it makes sense if his killings are during the day bc noel literally just isnt there but some other times he has no excuse

HE MOVES TO THE SIDE HERE EVEN IF WHERE HE WAS STANDING GAVE HIM A CLEARER SHOT TO CLAIRE YOU CANT TELL ME IT WASNT SO HE DELIBERATELY MISSES NOEL

ALSO HE COULDVE TRIED AGAIN OR GONE AFTER HIM BUT NO HE JUST GOES "missed one!" AND CALLS IT A DAY IF THATS NOT PROOF HE DOESNT WANNA HURT NOEL I DONT KNOW WHAT IS

surface level things

as much as i love the incredible lengths of their relationship, i also like more simple things that im just gonna put into a little list

theyre so sun and moon guys

BLACK CAT AND GOLDEN RETRIEVER BFS

their color palettes look nice together

babygirl and wet cat

loves to cook and fucking awful at cooking

smartass x dumbass

mutual healing

their symbols being hearts and stars those look so cute together

"i care about you!!" "why??", mutually

little bitch and sweetheart

both are affectionate but neither can handle it

emotionally repressed x the one who wants them to grow again

bfs who rant about their interests

same trauma

very strange guy x doesnt care

"im a disgusting monster" "HOW?"

the black and white good evil thing is very aesthetically pleasing for them

angel and devil (kinda)

why i fell in love with them

theres a lot of reasons why i love them but theres a few very specific things that got me attached

most obvious is that theyre both my favorites, im extremely attached to ashe and i loved him from the start, i didnt start liking noel until a tiny bit later but he very quickly gained my love

i also relate to them both heavily so seeing them care so much for each other gave me comfort

its a huge pattern that most of my ships are of the character i got immediately attached to and relate to and other character i relate to who cares about the first character

the fate line. its just so gay i was like "thats kinda gay" and while i didnt always think of it like it was super important it always stuck in my head like "yeah i could ship them"

but the real thing that started this all was the wine scene

its when i realized how much they cared for each other and then the floodgates opened, and here we are now!!

its still by far my favorite scene of the two it just makes me so happy its so adorable

conclusion

i have an extreme love for noelashe and just seeing them can make my entire mood better

i dont think many people have analyzed them as much as me so its sad to see how much stuff with them goes unnoticed

theyre genuinely so great for each other, platonic, romantic or anything in between, they deserve to be happy with each other

im so sorry for this being so long and maybe really hard to understand but i adore them so much

if you read this all thank you so much!! have a great day

[xerith-42]

Kul'Zak and Esmund or Kul'Zak and Irene?

If you're asking in the sense of shipping then the answer is both and neither.

Fun little thing about Kul'zak, he's the only member of the Divine Warriors who actually thinks about the polamory option. He's the one who spends all his time with wanderers and freaks of society who are all about that shit and not just to ruin royal succession, but because these more open relationship dynamics do them a lot of good both on the move and in their bouts of downtime.

So, Kul'zak. A little goober. A little sexually ambiguous goober. Kul'zak is one of those characters where putting a label on their sexuality just feels wrong to me. Most of the people Kul'zak shows open attraction for are men, and he's got a distinctly platonic situation with Menphia. In fact the only woman he could be recorded as being attracted to in any manner was Irene.

But that's not what the public knows. Kul'zak may have been a flirt, and a misanthrope, and a man whore, but not openly. Not in a way that generations to come will remember unless they are a scholar of Kul'zak. Unless they seek out his private writings and manage to get past his booby traps, magical locks, and encrypted writing in a different language, nobody knows what Kul'zak was really thinking.

What he was thinking was "Fuck I wanna kiss Enki and Esmund real bad." Enki and Kul'zak is an entire other post, but Kul'zak and Esmund are like. So silly. To me. Because Esmund is a protector, he's the guard to end all guards only succeeded 900 years later by some fuckin loser. He's traditional, headstrong, and fiercly loyal to the causes he allies himself with.

And then there's Kul'zak. Wistful, wandering, warbling Kul'zak. He's not one for commitment, or settling down, or even adhering to the legal system or whatever town he just wandered into. No need for it since he won't be there long. But when these two unlikely friends cross paths due to Irene's search for relic holders, things get a little wacky. Because Kul'zak has been attracted to a guard before, this is nothing new, but Esmund getting his noble heart possibly stolen by a wandering wench of a man? Absolutely not.

Kul'zak flirts with damn near every member of the Divine, and Esmund is the only one who actively tries to push him away in response. Kul'zak's teasing remarks are often met with an even expression, romantic gestures met with disinterest. This is far from the truth. Esmund just isn't willing to admit he wants to love Kul'zak in the same way he loves Irene, largely because he's so dedicated to Irene he doesn't know if he has the energy to love Kul'zak.

Even if that's never what Kul'zak wanted. All he really wants is the ability to give Esmund a cheeky comment first thing in the morning, pull him into a kiss, and then go about his day as he usually would. He doesn't want an honorable protector ready to lay down their lives at his every step, he just wants to be able to relax in the arms of a man who is always carrying so much.

Kul'zak understands the difference between romantic, platonic, and sexual attraction, even if he doesn't use those words to describe it. He understands that his attraction to Irene is one that he'll act out when he needs to, on the rare occasion that he and Irene get wasted and come stumbling back into his bed as she tries to rip off his shirt. He has this arrangement with her and it's healthy and it's fine. It doesn't particularly strain either of them.

Okay it does strain Irene but that's because Araphel and Esmund don't know how not to be jealous little losers about everything.

Esmund is a jealous little loser about Irene and Kul'zak, but still turns Kul'zak down when he offers something similar to him. Kul'zak and Esmund are diametrically opposed characters, a traditionalist and a free spirit, a loyal guard and a flighty wanderer. Doesn't seem like a relationship that'll work well in the long term, and that's how Esmund thinks. He and Kul'zak are never able to see eye to eye, even if they get frustratingly close sometimes.

It just wasn't meant to be.

[tiredassmage]

Betrayal, failure, and monster for the not-so nice OC asks. For Tyr!

[not-so-nice oc asks!]

These were all really good, so I'm warning now that I got... quite rambly about answering them. xD One of my favoritest guys ever, fr. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, etc etc lol

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

Oh, I am so glad you asked this one for him. One might say the surface-level answer is that betrayal is part of an agent's job, but there's some occasions I really want to dig my teeth into for this where some of Tyr's... surprises, shall we say, come across. This is gonna take us right into Imperial Agent chapter 2 spoilers, however, so beware those beneath the cut.

I can't resist starting with... the asterisk? The "should probably be the expected answer" that Tyr decided to fully turn on its head?

One deeply important thing about Tyr (and his perception of his own career) is that he chose, agreed to Imperial Intelligence, went through Academy training, and was thus... as prepared as one could fairly expect to be for the kind of half-truths and lies an operative can expect to both perpetuate and be expected to swallow as part of their job, he might say. Which is just... background to add flavor to the fact that Tyr cites his reason for joining Intelligence as something one might call a flavor of patriotism - a genuine drive to serve the greater good of the Empire's citizens. Something that is complicated by Tyr's distaste for stereotypical Sith in-fighting and powerplays, but I digress.

This point is really just when Tyr says, Imperial Intelligence never betrayed me, he does actually believe it. With his entire heart. And that won't actually change even as he learns more about the Castellans and what he's been subjected to.

Tyr's faith in Keeper (or rather, the Minister of Intelligence, as his role is at that point) is... not that the man is perfect and incapable of fault, but that the man's in a rather tight position and genuinely does what he can for his operatives, even with his hands tied behind his back. I guess you could call it a kind of "you couldn't hurt me in a way that matters," but like... meant as a positive?

Some might call that one hell of a mental gymnastics routine. Maybe it's because they're related, even if Tyr never fully realizes it, or maybe it's just really that Tyr's short on authority and parental figures that he can rely on, so he's willing to do a lot to hold on to the ones he feels he does have.

So, arguably, that doesn't particularly answer the question, but it does set-up that Tyr's... really fucking ride or die, at his core. Once he really commits to someone, it... well, frankly, it takes a lot to dethrone them from his confidence. Tyr never feels betrayed by Intelligence, even if you might argue he very well should. He feels hung out to dry for doing his job by the Sith and the Dark Council. And there isn't really arguing that Kaliyo has essentially toyed with selling him out for the equivalent of a bag of corn chips and some salsa, but, really, neither of them expected much more or less of each other, so Tyr doesn't... tend to be fussed about it, honestly.

I think the one that stings, really, is his... dynamic with Lana Beniko, really. I'd be tempted to say there's a lot about their relationship that isn't necessarily exactly either of them's fault and, ultimately, I'd say on most days, in the end, they're actually quite perceptive of one another's needs and the differences and bonds between them. What does make him feel betrayed by her is a little unfair in the sense that there's no real way she could have known at the time what kind of traumas she was touching him off on - and, frankly, they're not particularly great at ever clearing it up out of some sort of "mutual respect to not talk about the past" that does cause them a bit more trouble than boons at times. The short of that (in this... already very long ramble, oops) is that it's Rishi, and it's the matter of Theron Shan. And even without Tyr's growing affections for Theron by then, Lana getting Theron caught by the Revanites without forewarning him would have still shot their budding trust in the foot and it leaves them somewhat hobbled even to this day. It made Tyr want to throw his guards back up - it reminds him of Corellia (which was no vacation, sure, but it was an operation he was made well aware of what he was agreeing to when Shara sent him in), but what the real issue is is that it reminds him of Castellans, and of the very touchy "job security" he's not particularly had since Imperial Intelligence was cannibalized. One thing Tyr always has strong feelings about is that you take care of your own, that operatives aren't disposable for the sake of being disposable. Risks are inherent in this work. They hardly need to make them more prominent by holding knives to each other's throats for the slightest of inconveniences.

And that leaves me with the second question, which is... also maybe not as clean as an answer as it could be, lol. But to dig deeper than the surface level of the occupation's inherent moments, I think... the one that haunts me the most, and the one that haunts him, though he'd need to be forced to actually admit it and realize (let alone deal) with his feelings about it, is Shara - Watcher Two.

They never intend to hurt one another. Both of them realize in their relationship's infancy that it's an inherent possibility, maybe even a likelihood. What I think happens is they sort of... accidentally fall in love with a reflection of one another rather than... who ends up standing before them. And some of that - a lot of that, even - may well ride on Tyr. And what's left unsaid.

He never confronts her about the whole of the Castellans. He never even says to her that he knows - that's a secret he keeps between himself, his crew, and the old man, as far as the people who were there to live through it with him. Tyr never tells her he's made a deal with Ardun Kothe, that he's turned genuinely double agent for the SIS. I can't say with certainty it even... occurs to him to consider it.

Some of it is the relatively high certainty that, in the end, as things are, they're not likely to ever see each other again. They'll both be reassigned, if she continues work at all, and that means both of them have to say goodbye. It's better for both of them if she puts him from her mind, and he doesn't need or want to make that any harder for her.

Either of them.

And he's not convinced he'll ever actually make it out of the Empire. Most Ciphers don't survive five years of the work, after all. Certainly not Ciphers who have already once caught the ire of the Dark Council, despite their best intentions. There's few people Tyr genuinely holds close, and he wants to see none of them take the fall with him when the day comes that he finally pays the price for his betrayals.

Shara should've gotten out. At least one of them deserved it, as he'll tell the old man on Rishi. At least one of them actually made it. He hopes. He has to believe, in that moment.

Until that all falls apart when he sees her face on Nathema again, years later. And she calls him a liar - cites the Republic alignments of the Alliance - except it's not about that, is it? It's about trust. It's about working with someone so long that they knew the back of your hand as well as you - maybe even better. It was about, why didn't you ever tell me? That you were suffering, that you wanted to run? It's... it's if it was love, if we would've crossed galaxies for each other... why wasn't she invited to return the favor?

Something he'll never have the opportunity to try to explain now. Just the bitter-tasting realization that none of his answers would've sufficed anyway. In the end, he'll feel he robbed her of the one thing he's been so damn afraid of losing for so long: the chance to choose.

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

I think there's a part of him that would consider his greatest failure what we just covered: that one of the few people he'd relied on in one of the darkest times of his life, he'd betrayed, he'd hurt - in one of the gravest ways he's ever experienced hurt. And on that note, no, no one really knows about it. When he says his initial goodbyes to her after wrapping the Star Cabal operation, and then has to face repeating those goodbyes on Rishi, he bundles that part of himself and his experience up and sets it aside. What other choice does he have, really? It's safer that they never see one another again, and dwelling on it isn't going to change that.

He remembers her and their time together fondly, can be caught by later partners contemplatively watching rain droplets race each other down the windows at times during a storm, but he rarely makes an even indirect explanation of their relationship, let alone an explanation of it. He'd probably like to say there's nothing to be done about it now, so it doesn't matter, but that doesn't change the ache in his chest.

Aside from that, I think... there is genuinely a part of him that is realizing more and more that it's... it's not exactly great that he hasn't been able to get out. Maybe that's more in-line with greatest flaw, but... Tyr is the type to dress self-sacrifice as, if not a virtue, then just... a core of what he does, what he's meant to do. To be really bad at recognizing it's self-sacrifice.

And it's hard to miss the way he works, but... his own mindset isn't particularly good at saying no, enough, and... neither has the galaxy exactly been the most accommodating at telling him to quit already, lol. But... he's gotten more and more aware over the years - with age, with experience, with more and more wars under his belt - that it's not just himself he's harming with that kind of mentality. The very people he wants so badly to protect, to look after aren't having a great time watching him burn the candle from both ends, either. And he's... he wishes he was better at this also, really.

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

I do spend a fair amount of time going on about how Tyr's actually an idealist, despite his consistent failure to fully recognize this, but I do also get reminded when I go back through chapter one with him that he's just as capable of calculated cold cuts as any Cipher. 'Monstrous' isn't something that'd come to mind for him, or as a descriptor of him coming from me, however.

If there's anything in this territory, it's that his more ruthless streak - that thread of him that's capable of channeling more Cipher Nine and less Tyr Deckard, agent of Imperial Intelligence, if you will - still slumbers, and still has a passing fancy for the false allure of vengeance, at times.

There is absolutely a part of him that could probably still be goaded to try burning the Empire and its systems down in a scorched earth blaze of glory. Tyr has almost always remembered that such tactics... never really worked. If they did, they wouldn't be in this war - or the last, or the one before it. They wouldn't have inherited the war of their fathers, and their fathers before them, and he wouldn't be facing down a galaxy that seems hellbent on leaving it to their children, either. The Republic has already tried to eradicate the Sith, and the Empire was still standing to make him an agent of it.

But there's that itch, still... it grows a bit quieter with each year, maybe - the seasonings of age and experience to temper its hiss. But the trigger itch to light a match and watch it burn for the way the Empire's eaten people up and discarded them - for that way it's used him. It's been tempting, at times. There's a reason he has such a damned hard time walking away when there's still fighting going. Even if he is starting to feel too old for this bullshit these days.

[madamlaydebug]

'Acquaintance – friendship – dating – commitment, then sex is the order that I feel is important for a relationship. We can’t skip any of these steps. When we are exploring friendship and dating, we find out a lot about the person. We may or may not want to continue into a committed situation. After being good friends and dating for a long period of time, only then are we ready to deal with commitment and sexual intimacy. Otherwise we are having sex with a stranger.

When we prematurely become sexually intimate, this actually prevents us from getting to know people. Too much fear enters the situation. We start to come from a space of how we can feel secure in this situation instead of how we can get to know who this person is or whether we have a good partnership.

When we are compulsively or magnetically drawn to anyone, it is inevitable that there is an element of projection. Each must also ask themselves, how much more can I learn about myself through this person? No one knows everything there is to know about themselves. So much of our character is unconscious. It is a life’s work to become all of who we are meant to be. Becoming conscious of ourselves and individuating is our gift to the cosmos.

If we can approach our relationships as catalysts for healing and growth, then we have to take more time to learn about the person we have fallen in love with. Both partners have to be willing to remove their masks/personas slowly as they communicate honestly with each other. Both must be willing to see the light side and the dark side. There is no perfect person out there who will magically fulfill our every fantasy. Only a child expects perfection.

Relating as a conscious adult, we have to learn to compromise and to accept some of the unacceptable in others. They will have to accept us, too. In that space of loving acceptance, people change. We grow. Now both have an opportunity to love a real human being, and this takes maturity and consciousness. Looking at relationships this way gives us a lot more choices. We learn tolerance and compassion for our mistakes and those of others. If a person can’t say they are sorry ever, they have major issues. We learn to say we are sorry since no one is perfect or right all the time.

Striving to become conscious of our total selves, we allow our partners also to be themselves. We come to the middle with them, communicating honestly, recognizing when we are polarizing with each other. This is real love. The other kind of love is only romantic images and ideals we all have. These can only ultimately disappoint us because no one out there is perfect and neither are we.

If we do have a real relationship with a person we have projected ourselves onto, the projections will inevitably fall off, and we will find they are sometimes the ideal we pictured them to be and sometimes they too, will annoy the hell out of us. They will no longer provide the constant magic for us that we thought we would have when we married them. They become real in our eyes. Conversely if we never have a relationship with them, then we can go our whole lives thinking they were Prince Charming or Sleeping Beauty. As myth shows in each of these romantic stories, this is the part of us that needs to awaken inside of ourselves, not outside in someone else.

Not all relationships are negotiable when they have no bridge to each other’s inherent way of being. People of very different types are not going to be able to understand where the other is coming from, so constant misunderstandings occur. Two people may have nothing in common, and their relationship may have begun purely on an outer physical level without getting past their projection/fascination. Real love takes time. Our true soul mates are those who can go the distance with us. Some of our closest friends are also soul mates for us. The relationships we have with these people will lead us to our souls. That’s what soul mates are about.'

By Rebeca Eigen, from “Shadow Dance & The Astrological 7th house – Marriage, Partnership, and Open Enemies; i.e. The Shadow in us all”

[kittttycakes]

(shy anon again)

Oh. Oohhhh. I had not considered all the possibilities that Morpheus having a breeding kink would mean for Hob and his commentary.

Your suggestions just made my brain short circuit a little (a lot).

I am absolutely here for Hob running his mouth in the filthiest of ways.

I didn’t send the ask about the bickering over paternity, but I love the anon who did. Because of the way you’ve built their relationship up I love how Hob and Morpheus are so secure in their commitment to each other and Grace that they could have that playful banter.

I don’t even care who the father would be, but they wouldn’t stop at one right? I mean eventually I’m sure they’d have another.

There is something completely filthy I’m curious about though…. And I’m embarrassed even asking anonymously, but given that Morpheus is not human, and we see that reflected somewhat in the ethereal/otherworldly form(s) he takes in the Dreaming, is there also anything more than human/ethereal/otherworldly about his uhhh.. most intimate essence?

After you mentioned Hob’s dirty mouth I just had pictures Hob laying between Grace’s legs, completely mesmerised watching Morpheus dripping out of her, and pushing it back inside Grace while saying the filthiest of things.

And then I wondered if Hob was completely mesmerised because of his breeding kink, because maybe Morpheus’s seed was, I dunno, not quite human, or if it was a combination of the two.

And with that said I’m going to say thank you for enabling all of us, and go back to my cave of shame.

I have to do my part for the Hob Gadling Will Not Shut Up In Bed agenda!

I definitely think they probably wouldn’t stop at one, either. Grace is an only child, but Hob very much was not, and neither is Morpheus. Despite his rocky relationship with some of his siblings, I think Morpheus would be very on board with his child having at least one sibling eventually (but twins seem to run in his family so…you never know!) They probably take a bit of a break between the first one and a potential second, but I do think it’s something they eventually plan for!

I (of course) love Morpheus and Hob as lovers, but I want them to be friends too, and I think that’s definitely where the banter comes from. Hob absolutely instigates it most of the time, but Morpheus is slowly but surely more and more willing to play along, because they’re friends, that’s what friends do! And even with something intimate…they’re friends first and always, and they get a bit (playfully) competitive when it comes to Grace, once they’re all comfortable with each other. (The real winner in those competitions is always Grace.)

I’m going to put the rest of my answer under the cut here because I am consumed by this (and also nsft). Join me in the dumpster of horny thoughts that I call my home.

I now have so many Thoughts about this that I didn’t have before! So…Morpheus isn’t human. Human shaped, most of the time, but very much not human. And I’ve sort of played a bit with him only really having whatever human attributes he specifically gives himself or that he lets himself have when he gets a bit overwhelmed (actually sweating a bit in the waking world at the end of the last chapter, manifesting a heartbeat in that one shot from last year).

Most of the time, I think this means that he’s functionally not that different than Hob would be, because when he’s manifesting that human body, he’s having human experiences in it…but that absolutely doesn’t mean that they can’t have some fun with that, intentionally, and I think that could absolutely very much be a thing when he’s letting himself go and have a bit of fun in the Dreaming. Nightmare-adjacent Morpheus isn’t exactly fully human shaped anymore, after all, and I think the logical extension of that is that he could, if he wanted, play around a bit with his biology.

This is the point where I out myself as a bit of a monsterfucker because the possibility of this?? Incredible. Vaguely demon-shaped Morpheus (centuries of vaguely Catholic guilt have given Hob a lot to work with here), a bit like we see in the nightmare chapter of AHFH, who maybe runs just a little hotter, everywhere?

Morpheus, king of dreams and nightmares, is at least a little bit fantasy adjacent, and sex dreams are very much still dreams, so let’s also talk about Morpheus letting himself be a bit of an incubus (come on. come on. entity that’s associated with sleeping women? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there’s a lot of overlap that he has with Desire that he just refuses to acknowledge), letting himself take inspiration (and maybe power?) from all of the fantasies that Grace and Hob both have about him…and if we’re going all in on a possible incubus fantasy, I don’t think we can discount the possibility of some, shall we say, aphrodisiac properties of his anatomy.

That mental image of Hob…yeah. Yeah, that’s a VERY good one, 10/10 absolutely no notes, and 100% something he would be into and would do, especially in the above scenario. Eventually, he can’t exactly speak anymore, his mouth is otherwise occupied, but Grace still understands the appreciation. It’s being made very clear.

The possibilities of this scenario…I am consumed by it, this is so good, oh my god. This also feels like a good time to bring up the fact that I think all three of them are very into the…let’s say the very human parts of sex. The sweat on each other’s skin and the taste of each other’s mouths and everything else that goes along with having sex with another person. It’s part of Morpheus’s human kink and part of just something that Grace and Hob like about sex, and the possibility of Morpheus being able to play a bit with that and add in a not quite human element (which is something both Grace and Hob are very into, let’s be honest)? Incredible.

Listen, I am carrying a torch into that cave of shame and illuminating the walls and making it a cave of having a great time instead! Please feel free to drop by my ask box any time, this is phenomenal.

[joiedecombat]

Words of affirmation, Quality time, Physical touch, Acts of service or Receiving gifts - what are Raine and Aymerics main love languages.

Actually, same question for X’khal too.

Raine: Quality time.

Perhaps that's odd, when she's the one who's so often gone... but precisely because she's away so much of the time, she's also the one who makes sure to make time for those she treasures the most. She's the one who nudges Aymeric into taking vacations when they can manage to pry him out of the grip of his responsibilities long enough, ensuring that the two of them get time to themselves without duty getting in the way. When they can't, she makes sure to accommodate his schedule while she's in Ishgard, knowing that what free time he has is precious.

Even her habit of writing to Aymeric in her journal for him to read later on might count in a way - perhaps that's more on the line of words of affirmation, but often as not the particular words aren't really as important as the way it allows her to make him a part of her journey, sharing it with him in a way that he'd otherwise be unable to. Despite how much else may be occupying her attention, she makes sure to devote that time to him.

Aymeric: Acts of service.

No big surprise there, when he demonstrates just about every time he's on screen that service to others and to the public good motivates pretty much his whole life. It shows in his relationship with Raine as well; she's not the only reason he's invested so fully to Ishgard's contribution to the Eorzean Alliance, or even the main reason, but that doesn't mean she's not in his mind whenever it comes time to make decisions about how much Ishgard will commit to the Alliance's cause. When the Scions happen to need transportation back to the Rising Stones, he's ready and willing to provide. When they need ceruleum fuel for their latest effort, he opens Ishgard's resources to them and provides them with an airship to transport it. He personally brings Raine back to Ishgard after Ghimlyt and stays on hand until she wakes to make sure she's filled in on everything that happened (and ohhh, I have so many thoughts about that incident).

In smaller ways, too, he looks to make sure Raine has support, that she knows she doesn't have to take on everything herself, that she takes the time to consider what she wants and not just what her duty may be. There are a lot of things he can't do for her, but whenever there's opportunity, he's quick to take it.

Both of them: Touch.

[pose by Sneef]

Neither of them are very tactile people by nature, so the importance touch holds in their interactions with one another is all the more significant. Little brushes of their fingers, kisses on the hand, a caress of the cheek. Aymeric's hand at the small of Raine's back; Raine leaning on his arm, or even (in private) sitting on his lap.

To an outside observer it may not seem like much - they're certainly not given to dramatic public displays of physical affection, reserving their cuddliest behavior for when it's just the two of them - but for two people as used to restraint as they both are, it's a sign of considerable intimacy between them that they can touch one another so freely. Aymeric in particular, I think, is maybe a bit touch-starved; Ishgardian culture isn't very demonstrative, and he hasn't had all that many people in his life to show him such affection.

As for X'khal, well...

X'khal is complicated, because not only is he actively resisting forming emotional connections with other people, he has a lot of difficulty understanding and expressing his own feelings. He managed to open up to Haurchefant somewhat, but then the Vault happened so he's still not in great shape as he prepares to head into Stormblood.

So X'khal shows his caring only reluctantly and through many layers of defense mechanisms. Acts of service come automatically to him, but he's already a person who tends to do whatever's asked of him no matter how little he wants to do it; the only difference between the people he cares for and anyone else is how much more aware he is of them.

Actually no, as I write this I realize what it comes down to: X'khal's love language is worry.

And possibly also vengeance.

[miqojak]

What’s their love languages? / What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?

OC Ship Asks

@irisopranta for also asking the second one!

(( In which I gush about the effects @throneoflevin 's Ketsuchi has had on Jak over the years! ))

Her love language is, perhaps shockingly, acts of service! A good bit of it is cultural, and how doting she saw her parents being with each other (I'm sick of seeing negative representations of Seeker life!) - but her tribe really valued everyone pitching in, and taking care of one another! Life in the desert is rough - so true care is taking that time and effort you could use for yourself/your own survival, and giving it to your family/those who matter most!

There's also the fact that she is a rather selfish person these days, who doesn't care how her words or actions affect others - she is who she is, and fuck what others think! So... what's more telling than an egotistical, powerful person being willing to serve another, to show their devotion? Caring what that person thinks, and going out of your way to do for them - something you wouldn't do for anyone else. She's never really understood (romantic) love, never really believed in it! And while neither she nor her partner will say the L word, nor even truly call what they have dating... they are both powerful, action-oriented people easily intimidated by the perceived finality/vulnerability that words feel like they bring (she also thinks he would feel like he's betraying his dead wife if he said he loved Jak, but she's okay with that - she never expected anyone to love her, so it's already mind-blowing to her that he cares about her!).

All that said, behind closed doors she loves to cook for him... and given that she loves hot baths? She adores long, hot baths with her 'Wolf' - and bathing him! It's not even about sex so much (initially) as it is the intimacy of washing this person to whom she has given herself, and being vulnerable - showing him that she's putting him first, and listening to him, and valuing him... as much as she values herself, if not more. They've actually verbally agreed that their actions say everything to one another that they need to know!

As for the reminder of him? That came about once they stopped posturing and fighting so much, and really sort of committed to genuinely letting their walls down for one another - not only did she give him a key to her home... but she got a tattoo that represents a nickname he gave her (a once sort of mean-spirited tease that's become a 'pet name' now really xD) - of a robin! It's a watercolor robin in flight, under her left breast, across her rib cage! And a fun secret about her tats is that they all represent a facet of herself! So it was MASSIVE that she put something permanent on her body, for one, that's out of affection and devotion to another person; it's HUGE because she railed against this moniker for so long; it's mind-blowing, really, because that... to her, is...almost like admitting to a measure of 'control' that someone else has in her life, it's admitting that the 'Little Robin' is, in fact, a facet of her, and a facet of her that's just for him. And an even more fun fact about it all is that her sketchbook is essential to her, and the only people that tend to end up in it are ones that are important to her - and perhaps most notably, she never uses color...except on his portraits, where she colors his eyes. Also notable is that none of her tattoos have color... except that robin. I don't think she knows how to articulate it, but he... brings color to an otherwise unbearably droll existence. He... gave her reasons to fight. Reasons to live... when she had none. So yes - she quite literally carries him close to her heart, his influence imprinted in her flesh not just in levin scarring, but in her own acknowledgement of his impact/influence. (Though that is all very sweet, if it were phrased that way to her, she'd probably roll her eyes at the romanticized language used, lol)

[sumi-sprite]

Larik towards @the-illithid-archivist!

Who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the other(s) respond? Larik. He's just being a goofball and probably expects Vlassk to say "no" and feign a broken heart.

Who comes up with the best date night ideas? It's a bit 50/50 I think. Larik's a romantic at heart and the more creative mind, so maybe he has a leg up on ideas.

Who’s better at carnival games? Physical games like throwing, lifting, hitting, etc: Larik. But for puzzles, strategy, or games where you need to be VERY careful and use a delicate touch: Vlassk.

Who drags the other(s) onto a rollercoaster? Neither I'd imagine. Larik would love rollercoasters but he's not going to force his boyfriend on if he's scared lol

Who does the most chores? I'd imagine it's a bit even. Larik sometimes forgets to clean up after painting, but he's not a slob, just a bit of a one-track mind lol

Who gets drunk the quickest? Probably Vlassk. Larik can throw them back like nothing lol

Who watches the most reality tv? Larik has a weakness for competitive shows (think face off, tattoo master, etc) so probably him. Vlassk I think is more into documentaries.

Who insists their way is better even though it’s objectively the worst way? Neither I'd imagine. Unless they're jokingly arguing and insisting this VERY CLEARLY dumb idea is correct, but it's done out of humor.

Who believes in ghosts? Considering the verse they came from? Maybe both. Depends ont he AU maybe.

Who texts the most memes to the other(s)? Larik, hands down. Xo'to (a friend/baby sibling to Vlassk) joins in on the meme flow. They enable each other, much to everyone else's dismay.

Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes? Larik. Vlassk I imagine is VERY careful with his texts lol

Who’s a more nervous flyer? Weirdly, probably Larik! He's not afraid of heights necessarily, he just prefers being on the ground or in the ocean. He'd just be tense during a flight though, nothing to warrant medications or a shit ton of drinks.

If they have matching pfps, are they cute, funny, weird, etc? Cute and funny maybe! Probably the exact same profile pics we have now lol

Who’s better at writing professional emails? VLASSK. Hands down. He has a way with words, is professional, has better grammar and punctuation, etc. Larik HATES administrative tasks too.

Who steals the other(s)’ food? Larik lol He's a hungry guy, and likes to tease Vlassk by stealing a bite or two from his plate. He'll share though to make it fair!

Who’s more willing to commit murder for the other(s)? Potentially a bit of both...? Larik's got the instinct for it if he senses direct and legitimate danger to his mate, so it could happen.

Their child is chanting “McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!”, who says they have food at home, joins the chant, or buys a single black coffee and leaves? Larik joins the chant, Vlassk says they have food at home...but once the kids AND Larik put on the puppy eyes, they get McDonalds.

Who uses more slang? Larik. He has moments where he slips into his beach bum persona and uses some slang, though he is actually very well spoken for such a laid back guy.

Who uses emoticons? Larik. Always with the heart, kissy, winky, and various fish emojis lol

Who would absolutely slay at the met gala? Both of them, no cap lol

Just something fun to do, feel free to add or correct me, @the-illithid-archivist!

Ship ask game bc I think they’re fun and I had a few ideas

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Who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the other(s) respond?

Who comes up with the best date night ideas?

Who’s better at carnival games?

Who drags the other(s) onto a rollercoaster?

Who does the most chores?

Who gets drunk the quickest?

Who watches the most reality tv?

Who insists their way is better even though it’s objectively the worst way?

Who believes in ghosts?

Who texts the most memes to the other(s)?

Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes?

Who’s a more nervous flyer?

If they have matching pfps, are they cute, funny, weird, etc?

Who’s better at writing professional emails?

Who steals the other(s)’ food?

Who’s more willing to commit murder for the other(s)?

Their child is chanting “McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!”, who says they have food at home, joins the chant, or buys a single black coffee and leaves?

Who uses more slang?

Who uses emoticons?

Who would absolutely slay at the met gala?