#dfghjk i love them

[hyakunana]

Episode 41: The Jet-Black Shogun

[fabdante]

Hello! About your princes of limbo au you mentioned that Dante has two pet demon dogs, do you have names for them? If not, sorry for asking!

hello!! i think their names are petunia and daisy!! if they weren't, they are now because i love those names for them.

[thechampagnesocialist]

I AM LIVING FOR THIS NEW NRB VIDEO!!!

[chaoticvoids]

WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT?

Spencer took a sabbatical from the BAU, finding himself holding lectures all over the country about serial killers. He shared his extensive knowledge and experience with eager audiences, shedding light on the psychology behind these criminals. His talks became highly sought after, drawing in crowds from various fields of study. Spencer never expected his lectures to be so sought after; he had many colleges asking him to hold special guest lectures. He found himself traveling even more than he had anticipated, juggling multiple invitations from prestigious institutions. Despite the hectic schedule, he was thrilled to see the impact his work was having on students and professionals alike.

Spencer found himself lecturing from Yale all the way to Caltech, embracing the opportunity to engage with some of the brightest minds in the country. Each institution welcomed him with open arms, eager to gain insights from his extensive field experience. As he traveled coast to coast, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and fulfillment in his career.

As a result, Spencer found himself preparing for a huge lecture at the University of Washington. The anticipation was palpable as the auditorium filled with students, professors, and professionals eager to hear his insights. As he stepped onto the stage, he felt a surge of excitement and responsibility, ready to share his knowledge with yet another enthusiastic audience. Spencer began his lecture by delving into the intricate patterns and behaviors that define serial killers, emphasizing the psychological triggers and environmental factors that often contribute to their actions. He discussed case studies from his career, illustrating how profiling and behavioral analysis can be crucial in identifying and capturing these criminals. His detailed explanations on the importance of understanding the human mind in the realm of criminal justice captivated his audience, leaving them with a deeper appreciation for the complexities of his work.

One notable case study he discussed was that of the infamous "Seattle Strangler," a serial killer who had eluded law enforcement for years. Spencer explained how the meticulous analysis of crime scenes and victim profiles eventually led to identifying patterns that pointed to the killer's identity. By highlighting the importance of behavioral clues and psychological profiling, he demonstrated how critical these tools were in solving the case and bringing the perpetrator to justice. Spencer detailed how the "Seattle Strangler" exhibited a consistent pattern of targeting victims with similar physical characteristics and backgrounds, often choosing those who were socially isolated. He noted the killer's tendency to leave specific, ritualistic markings at the crime scenes, which provided crucial insights into his psychological state and personal motivations. Additionally, Spencer highlighted the importance of understanding the killer's escalation in violence, which ultimately helped narrow down the suspect pool and led to his capture.

Spencer's lecture extended for nearly four hours, as he meticulously covered each aspect of criminal behavior analysis with precision and depth. The audience remained engaged throughout, absorbing the wealth of information and real-world applications he presented.

Finally, as he concluded his talk, he opened the floor to a Q&A session. He invited eager attendees to ask their burning questions and delve deeper into his field. One student raised their hand and asked, "How did you feel during the case of the Seattle Strangler?" Spencer paused for a moment, reflecting on the intense emotions and pressures that came with the investigation. He explained that while the case was incredibly challenging and often brought a sense of frustration, it also fueled his determination to bring the killer to justice and provided a profound sense of purpose in his work. Another student asked, "How did you use victimology to profile the Seattle Strangler?" Spencer then answered, "Victimology was crucial in this case. By thoroughly examining the victims' backgrounds, lifestyles, and the circumstances of their lives, we were able to identify commonalities that the killer exploited, which ultimately helped us predict his next moves and narrow down potential suspects." Another student then asked, "How do you find these serial killers' weaknesses?" Spencer replied, "Identifying a serial killer's weaknesses often involves understanding their psychological profile and behavioral patterns. By analyzing their habits, triggers, and vulnerabilities, we can devise strategies to outmaneuver them and bring them to justice."

A female student then asked, "How do you find so many serial killers? Do you ever get frightened that they might stalk you?" That's when Spencer thought back to Cat Adams, a particularly cunning and dangerous adversary who targeted him personally. He responded thoughtfully, "There are moments of fear, certainly, but it's the resolve to protect others and prevent further harm that keeps me focused. The key is to always stay vigilant and never underestimate the lengths these individuals will go to. Clearing his throat, as he never wanted to think of Cat Adams, he pointed to a student in the far back, "Yes, what is your question?" The girl stood up and asked, "What advice would you give to someone aspiring to enter the field of criminal profiling?" Spencer smiled and replied, "Stay curious, always keep learning, and remember that empathy and attention to detail are your greatest tools."

Spencer then looked at the time, "I have time for one more question before I have to wrap this all up," he said, watching as many people eagerly raised their hands. He pointed to a man in the front row, "Yes, what is your question for me?" Spencer said, waiting with a small smile.

@sicariusvoit

[tojifile]

tbh i feel like gojo would be a giggly bitch around his love interest before they get together like he's the definition of a shy babygirl he's constantly asking his friends abt u n everyones like GAHDAMN JUST TELL HER ATP WE DONT CARE

like imagine u text him for help w smth n he can barely contain himself PLS DFGHJK

"satoru could you-"

"as you wish"

"what. i didnt even say anything yet?"

idk hes so cute asdfghjkl

JAGSJAHSGEUW Hi Mori,

I wish bro. I became a fanfic writer because I want a man to want me the way my fanfic men want me. Gojo Satoru is the clingy bf I want. Naturally, I was born to shojo, forced to be 2nd female lead.

Real ACTUAL event:

Satoru: I like someone but I don’t think they like me. (read this in a whiny tone for authenticity)

You or wtv: So tell them to like you (this is like in a joking way)

Satoru: Okay, so like me.

(This is how I confessed before, I got rejected)

This ask made me question my own personality around people I like. I’m very very whipped when I have a crush. But! I get rejected every single time.. needless to say, I want a bf sosososososososososooooooo bad. (I can’t get one, I’m too busy)

@toxicramune @oh-my-beel @nymphsdomain @morinuu – Comment 🪩 to be on my taglist !

[ladytauria]

Oh I see what we are doing now *ahem*

-Abyss left the ask box-

-Person with the most perfect Mustache you've ever seen-

*Strokes it* Trick or Treat my fine lady

*squinting* that’s a very fine mustache you have there, dear, but I SWEAR I’ve seen your face before

hmmm… well. while there are still several ideas hidden in my documents for some reason I feel compelled to give you my OTHER idea I had for my dear friend @deepwithintheabyss

jumping into this one without a lot of worldbuilding to try and curb the length dfghjk also this is a little rough/messy… i’d love to flesh it out a little more perhaps. call this a first draft version haha

It’s not until after Zatara has left that Tim gets to process how odd all of this is.

Alvin and he stand across from each other in Tim’s living room. It’s almost like looking in a mirror—both of them dressed in the same loose sweats, the same ratty Gotham Knights sweatshirt.

Alvin tilts his head. “So… are we going to fuck?”

Tim chokes. “What?” Of all the questions he could have broken the silence with—

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” Alvin’s lips twitch. “I know better.”

If Tim is always this smug-looking when he’s right about something, he can understand why Steph says he has a ���punchable’ face. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it,” he grouses.

His objection is mostly on principle. In a world of alternate universes and time travel (proven multiple times over now, Bruce), it’s hard not to consider, to think about, what might happen if Tim was faced with another version of himself. Hell—Tim has met another him. Though, granted, that meeting didn’t go particularly well.

But. There was always the possibility of meeting another him, someone who wasn’t a fascist asshole. Someone, well—

Someone more like Alvin.

A magical doppelganger, created by an artifact related to Tim’s latest case. A perfect copy of him, down to his last memory at the time of creation. It answered a lot of questions Tim had—but more immediately… it opened up entire realms of possibilities.

Alvin steps closer, and then closer still, until they're almost touching. “Do you really want to keep arguing?” His voice is low. Husky. Tim has heard himself sound like that before, but always—always from inside his own head.

No. No he doesn’t.

But Alvin knows that already.

There is no hiding from him, Tim realizes. Alvin knows him better than anyone ever has—or ever will.

The thought is equal parts terrifying and thrilling.

Rather than answer, Tim steps even closer, crossing the distance between them. He tangles his fingers in the hairs at the back of Alvin’s neck, gripping his nape. Their mouths crash together, both of them making the same soft sound. They almost harmonize. Tim feels his belly tighten—his nipples harden, rubbing against the soft cotton of his sweatshirt. He shivers, his skin tingling.

Alvin’s hands slip under his shirt. Tim gasps. Alvin’s fingers are cool against his skin; his grip steady, firm.

The slide of their lips is slow, unhurried. It’s good. Not the best kiss Tim has ever had—their lips are chapped in just the right way to catch against each other. But… even despite that, it stokes the steady warmth growing in his belly, making him sigh against Alvin’s mouth. He gives into the urge to lick into Alvin’s mouth and Alvin lets him, slackening his mouth so Tim can lick into him and taste.

Alvin tastes like nothing at all.

It would be disappointing if it the reason why wasn’t so thrilling. Of course Alvin’s mouth doesn’t taste like anything—it’s Tim’s mouth.

His grip tightens in Alvin’s hair. Alvin moans. He sucks on Tim’s tongue, pulling an echo of the sound from his own chest. He steps forward, slotting his leg between Alvin’s. His thigh presses against his groin. He can feel the shape of Alvin’s cock, hot and half-hard, through their sweats. It makes his mouth water. He swallows—Alvin’s tongue chases his back into his mouth as his hips roll, grinding against Tim’s thigh and groaning. His nails bite into the skin of Tim’s waist, and Tim gasps.

“A-ah—” He has to break the kiss to pant.

Alvin takes the opportunity to bury his face in Tim’s neck, biting at the delicate skin there. Tim is sure that he’s leaving bruises. It’s something he loves on a good day, but the idea that the bruises would match the shape of his own mouth—

“Fuck,” he says, his twitching, cock rutting against nothing, nothing at all.

In all of his elaborate fantasies, Tim had never imagined rutting against his doppelganger like he’s still a teenager. But now that it’s happening—

Why not?

Why not get off just like this?

Like Alvin is thinking the same thing—and fuck, he probably is, because they’re the same—he slots his own leg between Tim’s. They’re tangled together, pressed so close they’re almost one person.

Alvin bites—Tim shouts, his hips stuttering forward, and moans breathlessly when this time, he meets the hard muscle of Alvin’s thigh, the friction sending a wave of feeling skittering over his nerves. He pulls at Alvin’s hair, good and hard, the way he knows makes his nipples feel tight, his scalp tingle. His other hand drops down to Alvin’s ass, gripping the swell of it, pulling him forward to rub against Tim’s thigh.

Alvin gasps, moans. He scratches at Tim’s back, his waist, and abruptly, Tim needs to be naked. He lets go of Alvin to grab the hem of his sweatshirt and pull it off, over his head. He tosses it aside carelessly. Nothing crashes, so wherever it landed is probably fine. Alvin makes a soft, eager noise, then he follows suit.

They’re identical, of course. Lean and wiry and covered with a dark dusting of hair, thickest at his belly. Scars litter their skin—some of which only they can see, too faded for anyone else to find without serious exploration. There’s a mole next to one of his nipples. Tim’s only really ever seen it in the mirror before; it’s too far down for him to pay much attention to when he’s lying in bed, touching himself.

Right now—

Right now, it’s like his vision has narrowed down to it, and he shoves—gently—at Alvin, until his knees hit the back of the couch. Alvin lets himself fall, lets Tim crash on top of him, gripping at his shoulders while Tim trails a rough, wet path from his neck to his chest. His knees hit the floor. Alvin’s legs lock around his middle, ankles crossing at his back.

He knows just how to touch himself… with his hands. With his mouth—

With his mouth it’s clumsier, messier. He doesn’t know quite how roughly he can bite, how hard he can suck. But he figures it out, letting the gasps and moans Alvin makes guide him. Alvin’s fingers find his hair. He tugs, that perfect way that Tim likes, and he moans. His hips rut forward, against the couch.

He feels dizzy with want.

It reminds him of his task, just a few moments ago. He pulls off of Alvin’s nipple and shucks his pants. The position makes it awkward, clumsy. He would feel embarrassed if he didn’t know that Alvin was just as messed up as he is.

He reaches for Alvin’s pants next. Alvin’s belly tenses, showing off the muscles in his abdomen as he lifts his hips, letting Tim slide them over the swell of his ass and then down his legs. Tim doesn’t bother with their socks, climbing back up to plaster himself against Alvin instead. They move, the two of them, until they’re horizontal; Alvin lying under him, his head propped up slightly on one of Tim’s throw pillows. The other one is kicked to the floor. He can feel Alvin’s cock against his belly, hard and hot and leaking precum.

Alvin looks up at him, his face flushed, his eyes dark, hazy. This is what Tim looks like when he’s having sex. His cock pulses. He needs— He needs to see what he looks like when he comes.

He holds his hand up to Alvin’s face. He doesn’t have to say what he wants—Alvin knows, licking over Tim’s palm, holding his gaze as he does. Tim’s mouth is dry.

As soon as his hand is wet, he shoves it between their bodies, wrapping his hand around both of their cocks. They moan in perfect unison; the exact same breathless, desperate pitch. Tim starts slow, smearing spit and precum over their cocks until the glide is slick and smooth. Then he speeds up.

If he was masturbating alone, he would alternate between slow and fast; keep himself hovering over the edge until it was almost too much to take. Then, and only then, he would let himself cum.

Later, he’d be more than happy to test both of their limits. To act out every filthy fantasy they’ve ever had, but never had anyone else to to try it with.

Right now, though—

Right now, he’s getting an outsider’s perspective of his own orgasm and he wants nothing more than to see it through. So he does, hitting that perfect speed, that perfect tightness, twisting his wrist—pulling out all of the stops until he can almost taste his peak. Alvin writhes under him. He claws at Tim’s back, leaving streaks of red over the smooth skin there. Tim will look at them later; compare the spread of his fingers to them and flush at the idea that anyone else would look at him and think he’d found some random hook-up to take home.

Only Tim would know the truth.

Well.

Tim and Alvin.

“C’mon,” he whispers. “C’mon, baby—wanna—I wanna see you cum.” He shifts slightly, bracing more of his weight on his knees. He gets his other hand involved, then; tugging and twisting at his nipples, starting with the neglected one from earlier, the one without the mole.

Alvin grips Tim’s shoulders so tightly Tim is sure he’s drawn blood, and then—

He arches, mouth opening, panting their abdomens in white. Tim barely refrains from following him over the edge—staying as present as he can as he drinks in every detail. It’s not the same as watching himself on video. Even his highest definition camera can’t capture the rush of blood under Alvin’s skin, the glisten of sweat on his skin, the way his eyes move under the lids and his lashes flutter against his cheeks.

He gentles his hand, stroking Alvin until he collapses against the couch, chest heaving as he pants. He looks up at Tim with hazy eyes—his expression lazy, fucked-out. If Tim cared to psychoanalyze himself, he’s sure he could think of several interesting notes about the way he leans down to capture Alvin’s lips in a kiss.

Tim isn’t interested in digging that deeply.

Not this time.

Alvin only lets the slow, lazy kiss continue for a few minutes before he threads a hand in Tim’s hair and tugs him off. His lips curve upward, and then his legs tangle with Tim. He’s suspended in the air for one breathless moment before his back hits the couch, knocking the remaining air out of his lungs.

“Your turn now.” Alvin’s voice curls around the words in a low, dark promise.

Tim shudders, arching into his touch.

He can probably get away with taking a few days off. If anyone asks— He can just tell them it’s for science.

[wombywoo]

32, 39 and 45 for the ask game!

thank youuuu <33

32. Is your OC a confident dancer? Would they enjoy dancing with a lover or partner? Even (or especially) in a public setting?

Quinn--hell no. He's not gonna be dancing unless he gets very very drunk lol. I think if it's a private setting though, he'd let Vincent spin him around nice and slow 🥺

Vincent is definitely more confident in dancing--he'd had lessons in his youth, and is quite skilled in formal practices. I do think he'd be a bit more reserved in this modern age, as he still favors more traditional types of dance, but he'd be more than willing to pull Quinn off his feet and get him in his arms for a waltz 🕺

39. Does (or would) your OC enjoy just cuddling with a partner or lover? Or would they intend (or at least hope) that this would lead to something more sexual?

Another one of those 'prior to Vincent' answers, but Quinn never really considered this before being with him. He's a bit wary of being touched outside of a sexual context on a good day, so cuddling isn't something he's big on. But with Vincent--oh yeah, he eats that shit up, 10/10 much-needed shnuggles (yet he still hopes it leads to something sexual dfghjk)

Vincent is a cuddler, and is more than happy to offer up his loving arms without any prospect of turning up the heat, lol. In fact, he sometimes prefers these more intimate acts devoid of sex, as a way of feeling closer to someone without any expectation

45. Is your OC likely to hog the bedclothes and/or take up most of the bed?

I love the idea of Quinn taking Vincent's shirts and wearing them to bed 🥺 But in terms of sleeping arrangements, he's more inclined to take up as little space as possible (curled in on himself, usually at the edge of the mattress), so there's always room for Vincent to sprawl out beside him and protect him while he sleeps 😭

Vincent isn't so much a hog in any regard, lol. For clothes, he usually prefers his own because Quinn's a bit smaller. And he keeps to his space most of the time, but if he's in bed with Quinn, he likes to wrap around the back of him and hold him to his chest 🥰

[literalite]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose a sim of your own that you consider your/a fave, then choose one sim from three (or more!) different simblrs, now imagine what those sims would be like in a room together? Who's walking out first? Who's staying the longest? Who would get along? Who wouldn't get along at all? Elaborate as much or as little as you'd like :) (p.s please feel free to share this to others, anon or not, and feel free to use the hashtag " SQOTD "! I love seeing everyone's answers and reading them makes my day ~ 💛 )

shan @rainymoodlet's dan, maria @itsmariejanel's myra and marine @kashisun's ymir are in the room. and olli @lucidicer's sioar obviously since the sim im tossing into the ring is.... nayef !!!!

uhhh the kicker here is that sioar's english isnt that great and honestly neither is nayef's LMFAOOOo so is this going to be them staring at the others maybe. well ok nayef's english is passable so he is probably going to zero in on dan because he looks like he has a lot of meat on those bones and he knows how to be charming. which means sioar is literally just going to kill him there and then. nayef will also literally help DFGHJK hes just playinggg he likes making sioar be jealous over him

myra's going to ask if all that blood is going to waste. and ymir is going to request some body parts because she wants to make some weapons out of him. so basically 4/5 have left the room and dan is dismembered on the floor..

[milekael]

tell me about your OCs!!

OUGH SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG i needed to stew this in my brain because ouuuughhhh I have so many guys running around in my brain SDFGH BUT!! decided to just focus on the main characters of my story <3

These are Laurel Romero (Left) and Olive Ignaz (Right)! They are detectives... Kind of.

Laurel is a detective who has been working with the police for a few years already. Soon after a very intense assassination case where he accused and got a high-ranking member of the military arrested (U know, the thing you Don't Do if you value your life), this mysterious woman enters the force and he is convinced she is some kind of spy meaning to take him down...

And for Olive... Let's just say she is a woman who is trying to investigate her own murder and getting in some very dangerous situations to do so ;)

The two have what basically amounts to a "Rivals to lovers" dynamic they are sooo sure the other is out to get them lmao The two hold a lot of secrets and they both thought they were being so sneaky about it until they meet someone else stubborn enough to push back and now they try to one-up each other at any chance... Oh when my rivalry with you pushes me to become better and actually be passionate about the things I do!!

Their story is divided in two parts- Part 1 occurs in 1987, and part 2 occurs in 1994 with a 7 years time skip. In part 1 they are in the police force as detectives trying to solve a military ploy during election year, and in part 2 they are part of a reform program and start working alongside a private detective and his huuh... "Assistant", to solve a series of murders related somehow to the events of 1987. I hold them very dearly and shake them between my teeth GRR GRRR

ANYWAY AGAIN THESE ARE MY MAIN WIWIS <3 although DFGHJK I want to make a shutout to the actual main blorbo of my brain- Venture!

She is the character I play in an online RP campaign called Waywards to Wilds! Is about magical cats and she is literally the center of my brain <3 I choose not to talk too in-dept here about her because a lot of people already know who she is/what they are about and I wanted to talk about my other OCs, but just know that they are the character I talk about/draw the most of!

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK OUGH I love talking about my blorbos <3

[writtengalaxies]

Hello! I have returned to ask for more Poly crew leads + Captain

How does each of them react to getting flirted with?

Or maybe how they flirt with each other

Oh boy! A big one! :D This took me a solid like...3 days to work on. It's behind a read more simply because this got LONG. dfghjk

Engi!

A lot of our dear engineer is about swapping his ways of showing his affection depending on the person he's with.

Him and Celci play fight that sometimes boils over into actual fighting. When she's being sincere and soft, or lets herself be vulnerable around him? He gets flustered as fuck.

With Gunther, it's a lot more physical flirting. Yes, the infamous ass-smack, but also playful shoving. It's always flustering. Always. Man's a tomato.

When it comes to Burt, he flounders a little. But one of them brings the other a schematic, or a problem to solve? They're inseparable for hours. Burt just might also recite some of that poetry, and our Engi is broke.

Gunther!

Like I said before, he's handsy. And he's full of absolutely awful pick-up lines (/aff)

He's holding Celci's hand or wrapping an arm around her waist. He likes playing up the loud, protective boyfriend. Maybe she's never had someone to do that before, for her. She's confident and many people call her cold. He knows better. If she leans in to kiss his cheek, or she rests her head on his shoulder? Gone.

He'll lean against Burt. Maybe Gunther's fallen asleep that way before, and woken up being gently carried to bed, so he can get a good rest. He's too used to being the protector, so when someone is a caretaker for him? Yeah.

As mentioned before with Engi, the ass-smack. He knows he can be more physical than with the others, so it ends up being a lot of rough-housing. That gets a little more...you know. >.> But if Engi hands Gunther a schematic for a new ADS droid, or a weapon? It's a little more tender of a look.

Burt

Of them all, Burt is a romantic. He's soft man, with a sharp mind and usually very little words...unless he's being poetic.

Regardless of partner, he writes them poetry. Gunther loves limericks, he thinks they're fun. Celci often gets sonnets: the measured beats feel right for her. Engi gets freeform poetry, and if asked, Burt will say that it just makes sense for him. It's hard to disagree.

He's also a pinnacle of quiet, measured support. Sometimes you just need someone to listen to you, or to sit in silence with, and everyone knows Burt happily does that.

So when others do the same for him, be his support, or write him poetry (at a far less skilled level than his) or recite it for him? He'll deny wiping a tear or two away, but his smile is impossible to ignore.

Celci

It's easy to mistake Celci as cold and efficient. She is, but she has a deeper part to her that she hides. She let's it out among you all.

Sometimes the playfighting with Engi gets too much. They go too far. But there are other moments where she just sits with him, running her fingers through his hair. Celci doesn't like removing her gloves, but she will for him. And he's the one that absolutely peppers her with nicknames and pet names: Cels, C.C., Snowflake...and maybe the ice queen of cryo melts a little at that.

She's opened up to Gunther about a lot of specific insecurities: of you all, these two have been together the longest. You wouldn't think they'd get along, but he knows how to bring himself down to a quieter level, and she lets her walls down. The soft moments between them are constant. Their flirting is impossible to figure out, but it happens.

Burt and Celci can often be found just existing in silence together. He'll offer to work loose the spot in her shoulder that constantly gives her trouble (she holds herself so tense and tight), something she always tries to deny but ultimately gives in. She sings for Burt, in return, something she doesn't let even Gunther hear. It's more special that way.

The Captain

The Captain is the pinnacle of Acts of Service. If anyone wants help from them, what-so-ever, they're there.

So when it comes to flirting...they flounder in how to make it feel romantic and not like what they do for everyone else. So they lean more into the needs that others aren't aware of.

It's bringing Celci a hot cup of tea fixed just the way she likes it, an iced tea for Burt to cool down. They'll bring Gunther a hot cocoa, full of marshmallows, because they know he likes them. It's bringing the person they never gave up on a fresh cup of coffee when it's late at night and their memories of what happened haunt them both.

It's finishing paperwork before the others can get to it, so they have less to worry about. Making sure they're going to bed, eating enough, almost fussing, but never crossing the line over into "too much".

They don't know how to handle being flirted with.

Celci will set up picnics in front of the window on the Bridge, begrudgingly admitting that the view of your new home is gorgeous, and maybe the windows aren't a bad idea after all. When she holds their hand, words fail them, even more so than when she gently kisses their cheek.

Burt will give them silent, long hugs, letting the world's noise fade away. He holds their hands, not needing to say a single thing, letting it all be a comfortable quiet. With how busy even the calmest days aboard the Invincible are, it's a welcome respite. They don't know how to thank him for that.

Gunther pulls them out of their shell, encouraging them to break the rules a little harder, to stop worrying about propriety and being the perfect leader. He makes them laugh, cause problems that don't hurt anyone in the long run. He gets them to have fun again. It makes their heart race in thrilling ways.

And Engi...our engineer, the only one who really truly knows everything that the two of them went through, the weight of all those realities on their shoulders...At times it's letting them sob against his shoulder. Others it's a quiet reminiscing of the funny things that happened, comparing notes of realities. The first time he sees their bare hand after it all, he lifts their palm to his lips, gently kissing the center of it. An apology and a declaration of love all at once, and it makes their face burn with the intimacy of it all.

Our dear Captain is learning to let others love them, and the simple actions of being loved are the most flustering parts of being flirted with.

[eliza-writes-stuff]

Can you claudeger for the 100 otp questions thing please?

hey!! thank you for requesting for this! not the first time i received this, but i don't have a lot of time to answer all 100 questions. sorry. i decided to do the first 20. but maybe next time you can ask for another specific number line or the other 20!! :D

i hope you enjoy this under this cut cuz this is kinda long sdfsdkj

Who loves flower crowns more?

 This is such a 2015 tumblr question. dfghjk but yeah Imma just say Albert

Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

 Both are touchstarved bitches. But most likely Albert.

Who has awful taste in music?

 Albert lmao

Who is the meme lover?

Both of them are not hip with the kids if you know what I mean sdghjk well since Taylor likes to send some to albert and confuse him.

Ofc Albert will use them incorrectly dfgjj

How did their second date go?

Their second date was going to a bar that Claude went to. It was pretty chill and both of them were open with each other now. Yes they kiss lol

How many children do they want/have?

One is enough lol

Who hides the weapons? 

Claude

Who is the better dancer?

Albert

Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

Uhhh god it would be funny if its sea theme. Albert would and Claude would go along with it as long it’’s not big lol

Maybe at the aquarium

What do their parents think of them dating?

Their parents aren't alive anymore lol I guess their closest friends counts as a family. Vanora will deffo find it strange that Claude is dating Albert Krueger. But supports him anyways.

Are they a super sappy couple?

Yes. They don’t look like one when they’re outside. But inside of their own home. They are so sappy, it makes you have a toothache

How did they get together?

Ok so. Imagine you’re Claude, just hanging out with the guy who previously killed people during his work. That should make you scared, but now you’re into him? Man, you’re so fucked.

Both of you are on the docks, talking about feelings. As Claude, you can’t help, but stare at Albert. He’s talking about the environment again. You wonder if you can shut him up with something. Something intimate

:D 

And then they talk about what happened and kiss again IM SORRUY

Who asked the other to get married?

Haha Albert

Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

Albert. Save his sleep deprived ass.

Who is the nerd?

Albert

Who knows the most obscure facts?

Chat, it’s Albert. He has a PHD in marine biology. He’s the reason for my research in FISH-

Who makes the other a flower crown?

Why is this question here instead of next to the-whatever. Albert ig 

Who likes to read?

Both…

Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Albert lol

Who tutors the other? 

Chat, it's Albert again. Claude knows how the pollution works.

[nelkenbabe]

6, 17, 21 + 24

thank youuu i chewed on this for a while, it definitely had blood rushing to my brain with how hard i was (over-) thinking

6. Any place they absolutely would not have sex?

for amaryll, she would not have sex in the deep roads - after being buried at haven, and then after everything she learned in The Descend DLC, it's too much of claustrophobia-inducing, fucked up space to let loose. just a SMIDGE too many near-death experiences down there dfghjk

17. What’s their go-to safe word?

amaryll would pick something like "flask" or "rashvine" for sure

everett amell (cause boi is on my mind) would probably go non-verbal when things are too much, so he might snap his fingers or give an agreed upon rhythmic tap on either his partner or some surface

theron mahariel, aedan cousland and zevran would pick a common one, i feel. something like"whet stone" (aedan's suggestion), or "silver"

21. What scent of candle do they light after sex?

amaryll has a strong affinity for/nostalgia surrounding the tallow candles of her clan, but idk if she would light them after sex!

24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to

amaryll: Trouble by Halsey

everett: When You Say My Name by Chandler Leighton

theron: Talk by Hozier

natia: Movement by Hozier

jule: something tooth-achingly romantic that alistair puts on. she protests it as silly but still loves it

risa (from supernatural): Put It On Me by Matt Maeson, and that one's Canon cause i am a playlist girlie

[missingn000]

HI I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I AM APPROXIMATELY THREE FOURTHS OF THE WAY THROUGH TPG (Just hit chapter 33) BUT I JUST HAD TO COME AND TELL YOU HOW MUCH I AM ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ADORING EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS AND EVERY CHAPTER I HAVE AT LEAST ONE ‘OH SHIT’ MOMENT, EACH MORE INTENSE THAN THE LAST. Honestly this fic is the definition of ‘let them get up’ in which I think things are okay until it jumps from the top rope with a steel chair, and as it lets me crawl out for under the wreckage, it lets me stand up again only to suplex me through a table and I am loving every second of it. Also HIGURUMA MY BOY YESSS I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHERE HIS ARC IS GOING SO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS INCREDIBLE WORK OF FICTION!!!

WEEEE HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE FAMILY <333 you are too kind omfg!!! i do try to have surprises in every chapter and dfghjk depending on where you are now you're in for some CRAZY ones in the near future <3 higuruma's arc is crazy, and if you've read 34 yet i hope you liked it!! tysm for reading!!!

[moonstonejay]

i'll only write with people who are 18+, preferably 21+ also dead dove, don't yuck my yum and all that

idrk how to use tumblr but we ball

anyway hiii i'm gonna make a pinned with my rp preferences and all that!! i actually have a whole page for it on my site where you can also check out my oc's if you want lol

also just gonna come out and say it: i love dark shit. i love dark smut, with toxic relationships and not-quite-consent and characters getting emotionally and physically hurt. i'm down to have some fluff and wholesome at times, but i want angst above all :3c

i like lit/advanced, think juicy paragraphs and detail and all that!! more or less an average of 500-800 words - if not more! i'll only rp in a private discord server, with replies once a week at the very least, usually far more often haha

i exclusively write oc's, not interested in fandoms or canon characters at all. i also exclusively write mxm smut featuring only cis males, absolutely no shade on other genders this just happens to be what i like. violence?? absolutely!! honestly there's very few things that are off the table for me (and i'll tell people privately) DFGHJK let's go wild together

content-wise i'm a sucker for slice of life and organised crime above all else, but i love au's!! i love throwing my oc's in new situations and torturing them lmaooo. also omegaverse, gotta love some omegaverse

if any of this sounded good my dm's are open!! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[ladytauria]

1, 7, 19, and 32 for the ask game please! ❤️❤️

aaah i forgot i hadn't answered this! i thought i had, whoops ^^;

i'm pretty sure these are from the weird asks for writers 🤔 so hopefully im right, lmao

1: What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I use Crimson Pro; it's a free font I found on Google Fonts, lmao. However, I tend to cycle through fonts. One will capture my attention for a while and then I'll change it again. I do tend to prefer serif fonts at the moment, but I also had a phase where I wrote in nothing but Calibri!

That said, if I can't use my preferred font for whatever reason, I don't mind using either the default font or the closest one I can find in their offerings. The most important thing to me is generally paragraph spacing; I don't like trying to write with a wall of text, and I also don't like having to hit enter twice because I don't enjoy cleaning that up when I go to paste anywhere dfghjkl

7: What is your deepest joy about writing?

I looove when I come up with a satisfying turn of phrase or metaphor! Or just... playing with words in general; puzzling out how to describe things or how someone would phrase what I want them to say. This is also what I sometimes find the most difficult & exasperating too, though xD

19: Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I've been writing since I was small. I remember using construction paper to make a picture book about a dog who---if I remember right?---became a superhero, lol. I also remember using a previous year's calendar to create a picture book as well; trying to find a narrative to string through the pictures they used for each month. (It was a horse calendar, if you're curious.)

I don't have either of those anymore, but.

However, I would say that my writing journey actually started when I was 10-11. My parents had set-up a family/kids computer in the living room, and I basically lived on it dfghjkl I started writing my first book. It wasn't great and the concept was ripped off from the Inheritance Cycle since I was obsessed with it at the time. The second was a little more original xD

Mm... And then a couple years later I was working on something different and decided to look for a place to post it. I found FanFiction.Net, which wasn't really the right place, but it DID get me started writing fic. And THEN after a few years of that I decided to seriously focus on original fiction again, because it's always been my dream to publish, lol.

Where am I now... I'm very happy with my writing voice. I can read over my stuff and only cringe at the occasional typo or wonky phrase, which is really nice. I'm still working toward getting published... in theory. I've been putting off revising/refining/rewriting my first draft, lmao.

32: What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

This is a hard one to answer 🤔 While I do tend to find phrases and such that I like, I don't know that I return to them specifically a lot. It's more a whole body of work dfghjk

Hmm...

Oh! Okay. So, I used to read a lot of fanfic for the anime Ghost Hunt. And there's this one fic, Beneath the Lilac Tree, which has a scene in it that I just ADORE. Two brothers, twins, are eating dinner together at a hotel and as they're conversing, they---switch plates? Offer the other food off their plate? It's been a while and I don't remember the specific action BUT it stuck with me? And I think about it all the time. It struck me as just this lovely moment of familiarity and intimacy, and I remember coming back to that fic and rereading it a lot, in part for that scene xD

Thank you so much for asking!!

[daisywords]

ok I've been sleeping on Fablehaven but I'm getting through a chapter or two during lunch and I have several things to say about this part (chapters 7&8)

I think about the 'blowing bubble for the fairies' scene all the time. enrichment in their enclosure literally

I forgot that Stan just casually understands the fairy language? how did he learn it? did he take a class lol. Also do all the fairies know English?

I don't ship Kendra/Bracken but I do have to say she started off the whole 'loving unicorns' thing all the way back in book 1. so good for her ig

Seth capturing and accidentally transforming the fairy + the fairies' retaliation is an absolutely perfectly executed plot point. Like 1) it's a good bridge between the low-stakes first half and and the high-stakes second half. It defines the stakes and illustrates the potential consequences of breaking rules, laying through groundwork for the turning point at the summer solstice. And like the concept of using magic by interacting with natural laws. AND AT THE SAME TIME it increases the tension and directly relates to the climax by forcing them to untie one of Muriel's knots. Fantastic introduction to that plotline. (I say introduction even though we've already met Muriel and her rope because its here where we learn the significance of the knots and the risk of her being set free.) Literally this part of the plot perfectly sets up basically everything that follows AND YET IT DOESN'T FEEL FORCED! Like of course Seth would catch a fairy he's the perfect combination of competent and stupid to move things forward. A+ character.

"Hush Seth. You've lost the ability of speech." iconic line for some reason

The 'acting according to their nature' magical creatures vs. 'more agency + more consequences' humans and the spectrum in between is one of the most interesting things about this series to me. Like how Stan points out that fairies love themselves and imps hate themselves but "their personalities remain the same—shallow and self-absorbed." absolutely fascinating implications...and how later there's the more "intelligent" creatures like centaurs and demons and how they do have more agency but are also trapped by their nature idk it just makes me go a little insane. And like how Lena prefers to be a human now but when she's a naiad she prefers to be a naiad and how that's echoed by the changing nature of dragons when they take human form and dfghjk I'm getting ahead of myself

The dichotomy of Muriel being a creepy old lady in a gross shack but speaking very smoothly and politely. A+

"Kendra, nice to meet you, may you find less happiness than you deserve." asdfghjk