#i am described homebody though

[prettyboykatsuki]

he he ive been stuck on that song for the past 3 days turn it UPPP

its so catchy makes me wanna be outside lmaoo

[leonw4nter]

A Soft Spot for You

RE2R!Leon x F!Reader

Your phone buzzes into life, the once dark screen illuminated to a caller ID interface. The insistence of your persistent ringtone has you picking up your phone to check out who could be calling, though you have a clear idea of who could be the caller. The incoming phone call reintroduces noise into your home, as silence has long filled in the space when Leon had left hours ago to have drinks with friends and coworkers back at the police station. He initially planned on politely declining the offer, intending to stay at home with you as he is a homebody at heart, but your unrelenting attempts at getting him to go made him cave in. Besides, this would be a great opportunity to interact with his friends and make new memories. Your boyfriend’s smile commands your heart to take flight, even through a contact photo; his grin wide and warm, eyes squinted into joyful crescents, as he holds a bouquet of flowers close to his chest in his graduation from the police academy.

“Baby?” you ask as you hold your phone up to your cheek. You hear faint giggling, mumbling, some shuffling, and an unfamiliar male voice talking to some other person. “Hello? Who am I talking to?”

You hear some more shushing before someone finally responds to you. “Hi, I’m Chris. I’m Leon’s friend and he’s had one too many drinks tonight. He needs to be picked up, he can’t head home like this.” You’ve seen Chris before when you visited the station to get Leon cups of coffee when he had to stay in for a night shift, a tall man with exceptionally amazing arms and a neat Ivy League haircut.

“Baaabyy?” Someone drawls but this time his voice is familiar. It’s Leon and judging from the hiccup and giggle that followed, he must be a lot more plastered than Chris is describing. “I’m soooo hiccup dizzy…”

“He’s going to puke!” Chris says in an alarmed tone. “Jill, help him to the toilet! It’s going to smell like unwashed ass in here if he hurls!”

“Jill?” You ask.

“She’s a coworker,” he clarifies. “You better get here quick, he’s a mess. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him while we wait for you. Here’s the address but call me again in case you’re confused–”

“I loooove you!” Leon’s voice distantly calls out, probably done puking.

“I love you too,” you say before hanging up. You set your phone down to gather what you need: coat, shoes, purse, some plastic bags, and your ID. With your things ready, you leave the comforting warmth of your home and head out to find a taxi. 

Finding a cab wasn’t too difficult so you got on the first one that you saw and gave the driver the address that Chris sent. The driver seemed familiar with the place so you told Chris that you’d get there in a few. Instead of acknowledging the message you sent, he sent what seemed to be several photos and videos combined. ‘You’re gonna want to watch these,’ he followed up. In all the attachments he sent, Leon’s hair was messy and sticking out; his eyelids were droopy, cheeks and ears the reddest you’ve ever seen them, his black shirt no longer wrinkle-free with his dark teal jacket dangling off of his forearms. In one (blurry) image, he’s bent over on a toilet as Jill pats his back; there appears to be a creasing frown on her face, probably from the smell in a cramped space. In another image, he’s sprawled out on a couch in what would be impossible for sober Leon to get into. In a video you clicked by random, he’s looking around for a marker.

“Dude, what?” Chris says from behind the camera. “I told you, there’s no markers in here.”

“Need to hiccup write… her name on… on my hiccup arm… can’t let anyone g-get to me…”

“This kid’s going places,” Jill mumbles from somewhere.

The next video is shakier, as Chris is now somehow chasing Leon. You don’t understand the flurry of movement until you catch a glimpse of Leon chugging a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, much to the horror of a middle-aged man nursing his beer in the corner.

“Barry, what do we do?” Chris asks, catching his breath. “How is he faster when he’s drunk?! That doesn’t make sense!”

You’re giggling hard now, a hand clasped over your mouth as you try to keep yourself silent inside the car. There’s tears brimming your eyes as you rewatch the video over and over again, a snort escaping your mouth which prompts the driver to look at you dead in the eye through the rear view mirror for a moment. In the last one that you click, your boyfriend is now leaning his forehead against Chris’ shoulder as he mumbles to himself.

“Angels, they’re– hic– real because I… have a girlfriend,” he begins.

“Mhm,” Chris follows.

“I think she can probably heal… sick puppies,” he adds. “I dunno… I– hic– love her sooooo much. My name’s jus’ a word… but hiccup when she says it, it’s like… it’s like–hic– the law… right, Chris?”

“Right.”

“hiccup she looks at me! Like… I’m her hero, or somethin’. She has hiccup the option to hiccup choose other men… but she picks me! Me, Chris!”

“She did,” Chris affirms and Leon giggles, shaking his head before another hiccup shakes his frame.

As he slurs nearly poetic nonsense, you find yourself oddly charmed by his drunk sincerity. You watch other videos, embarrassed yet undeniably touched by how aggressively passionate Leon can get while talking about you. To you, it’s unbelievable how much more adoration Leon can have when he’s drunk as he’s already so full of it when he’s sober.

“I miss my girlfriend, man.”

“You just saw her hours ago and you’ll see her again when you get home.”

“Love ‘er sooooo much hiccup I want… I want… I want hiccup a hug.”

“Okay, c’mere bud–”

“Noooo. Not from you, I want a hug from her.”

You giggle at the other pictures and videos, the trickster side in you wanting to show these to Leon at breakfast as he nurses a killer hangover. You send three sobbing emojis in response to the clips, finding them hilarious. You assumed that Leon would be the sleepy drunk type of person, dozing off in the corner once he’s had too much, but it appears that he’s the talkative type.

You get there and see that it is mostly empty, save for a few people that you recognized in the video. Chris gives you a nod and leads you to Leon, who is now being prompted to drink a tall glass of water.

“I’m so sorry for how he’s acting,” you sheepishly say as you help Leon stand up. “I’m sure he was so annoying.”

“Good to see the rookie’s treating his girl right,” Jill comments with a smirk. “He wouldn’t stop rambling on about you but it was sweet to be honest.”

“The station’s going to love this,” Chris grins. “We’re never going to let him live this down.”

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On the quiet ride home, he clung to your arm with both his hands as he rested his temple against your shoulder. Upon arriving home, you first sit him down and undo the laces of his sneakers as he tries to fight off sleep and keep a conversation with you going. You give him another glass of water, encouraging him to finish it before taking his jacket off of his warm body.

“Somethin’ you wanna say?” You gently prod as he stares up at you, pupils inky and wide.

“You’re making me nervous,” he admits as the flush of his cheeks grow bolder. “You’re very… beautiful.” His actions are reminiscent of a teenage boy gushing about his out-of-league crush.

“Thank you baby,” you say with a wink. His eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat before he clears his throat and tries to look composed.

You help him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up before ending the night. Brushing his teeth proved to be cumbersome but it would lessen the taste of alcohol and vomit. You wipe him as much as you can before you bring him to bed, changing his clothes before tucking him in.

“Pills,” you mumble to yourself as you walk over to your side but your boyfriend, confused and teetering between sleep and consciousness, holds on to your wrist.

“Don’t go,” he softly pleads.

“Huh?” you ask. “I was just going to get some pills and water for when you get up.”

Far too drowsy to properly respond, he unwraps his fingers from where he held you and you get to fetch him what his hungover self will need tomorrow. You walk back into the room and set them down on his side before climbing into the sheets and snuggling up to him, the alcohol in his body making him a lot more warm.

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A quiet yet unmistakable sound of a groan comes from your bedroom, signaling that he’s awake. You walk inside, greeting him a chirpy good morning.

“What happened…” he asks, rubbing his forehead.

“You had too much to drink last night, “ you say. “Did you take the pills already?”

“Yeah. I feel like I got hit by a truck,” he adds.

“Well, breakfast would make you feel so much better. There’s some ready in the kitchen.”

He quietly heads over to the dining table, taking his seat and adding his serving of food onto his plate. After a few moments of silently chewing, you ask him something you’ve been wondering since you’ve woken up.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You ask.

“No, not really. I’m never drinking ever again... my head hurts so bad,” he responds.

“You’re going to want to see this,” you say with a wicked grin as you show him the pictures and videos from last night. “I think these will jog your memory a bit.”

He’s baffled at first, confused by what he’s made to watch until his eyes widened, mortified and embarrassed at seeing himself.

“They’re never going to let me live this down as a rookie,” he says as he hides his face in his shirt.

NOTE - I was supposed to upload this last night but unfortunately my laptop died and my charger was downstairs but here it is anyway :3 this fic is inspired by "Soft Spot" by Keshi, I really love the song and have been looping it ever since I started working on it. Also this fic is another simultaneous writing project like the one before this and I worked on it within an hour at like... 1 AM coz I just got this sudden burst of creativity right before I was about to sleep. I'll try to write for other versions of Leon coz I've been writing for RE2!Leon so much 😭 Also to my smut writer mutuals or anyone who writes smut that came across this, feel free to drop any advice in my messages coz I wanna write smut (on a separate blog) but I feel so awkward typing it out LMAOAOA. Anyway, that's all <3 thank you for reading my ficsss!!!!!! I <3333333 UUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!

The dividers (the ones with the heart and stars) are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[marauder-misprint]

Hello to you lovely human being! Happy 500 followers its my first time requesting so forgive me if anything is formatted weird :p im always updated on ur fics and now im finally requesting something:DDD ok so could u please write something like coworker james x reader when theyre both stuck at for a new years party with this prompt ⁴⁾ “i’m still in the market for someone to kiss at midnight, if you’re up for it.” and this scenario? ¹²⁾ being stuck at work for the night, watching everyone else celebrate from afar :D i'd love for u to write it but its definitely okay if u dont want to

Thank you! and thank you for the request ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ I love love love writing cutesy things like this. Hope you enjoy!

Working New Year's

coworker!James Potter x reader

1.0k words

cw: fluff

You had drawn one of the short straws. The restaurant you worked at had been booked for a New Year’s Eve party and you were working it. You knew you were missing getting hammered with your friends in some random bar, but you tried to look on the bright side: at least it was holiday pay and your coworker was not the worst. 

Yes, “not the worst” was probably the best way to describe James Potter. He was attractive and he knew it, flirting with guest after guest. The old ladies who came in would request him. He was arrogant and overly confident. But, he was a hard worker. He got the job done. You knew that you’d be leaving no later than 1:15 a.m. after the party cleared out and you did your closing duties. 

It wasn’t anywhere near 1 a.m., though. Midnight hadn’t passed yet. It was barely 11 p.m. and you were refilling a tray of desserts. James was mixing drinks as guests came up for refills. He had been pleasant all evening. You think he picked up on that you’d rather not be there. Once everything was restocked, you went over to his station and leaned against the wall. 

“Where would you be tonight if you weren’t here?” James asked as a guest returned to the main party with a new drink. 

You pulled out your phone to check your friends’ groupchat.

“Looks like my friends are at The Chimera,” you sighed. “What ‘bout you?”

“Home,” he said, throwing his towel over his shoulder and then pushing his glasses up his nose. 

You tried not to laugh. James didn’t seem like a homebody to you. 

“What?” he asked, almost sounding insulted but the smile on his face told a different story.

“Sorry, but you? You don’t seem like a watch-fireworks-on-the-telly kind of bloke.”

He leaned on the counter between you. “What kind of bloke am I then?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought. 

“Hmmm, two options, I suppose. One, at some house party with your girlfriend. You wouldn’t be hosting. Or, dancing the night away in some club with some random girl you’ll never see again. You know, just a face to kiss at midnight. You’d probably exchange numbers but never text or call. I bet you have a few numbers in your phone now that are saved as New Years Kiss 2020 or something.” 

James laughed. “There are no numbers saved like that, I guarantee you, love. House party wouldn’t be bad and you’re right, I wouldn’t be hosting. Flat’s too small for that. But alas, no girlfriend.” A smirk pulled at his lips. “You could say I’m still in the market for someone to kiss at midnight, if you’re up for it.”

You raised your eyebrows with wide eyes. You had come to peace that you’d be without a New Year’s kiss this year. It had actually been years since you were without one, always either having a boyfriend or finding a friend or stranger to kiss. You cleared your throat, unsure if his offer was genuine.

“Should I be honored or did you tell Joe the same thing?” 

Joe was the manager who got stuck with the party. He had locked himself in his office to do “paperwork” but you both knew he would be watching a movie or something. 

James shook his head, laughing a bit harder.

“I’ll have you know that I have absolutely no desire to ring in the new year with Creepy Joe. You, on the other hand…”

You looked over at the party as his voice trailed off. You really wished you were out with your friends, mimicking the kind of revelry that was occurring before you. 

“Hey.” James’ voice was softer but now much closer to you. He had come out from behind the counter to stand right next to you. “Was that too straightforward?”

You didn’t say anything, still looking at the people dancing and laughing. 

“Not straightforward enough?”

You scoffed. “We’re at work, Potter. I don’t think we’re allowed to have a New Year’s kiss.”

“What’re they going to do? Fire their best employees when their manager isn’t even doing his job?”

You chuckled and turned to see James smiling at you. He knew he got you. And then the countdown started. You didn’t look away from him. His movements felt like they were going in slow motion. His step closer. An arm around your waist to pull you closer. Him leaning down, bring his face closer to yours. 

“Zero! Happy New Year!” echoed around you.

James’ lips crashed into yours. It was firm and lasted longer than you had expected from him. Even if he had been actually flirting with you, in your experience, New Year’s kisses were either the briefest thing or they turned into full-on snogging. James, however, lingered. He waited for you to pull away, and when you did, you felt the urge to reconnect your mouths again. His grip on your waist didn’t loosen, holding you close. 

“Happy New Year, love,” he whispered, letting his warm breath fan your face. It smelled of peppermint. 

“Happy New Year, James. And I know your resolution,” you said, unable to rid yourself of the smile that had appeared. “To stop stealing work mints!”

“What? Am I just supposed to ask a pretty girl to kiss me when I have bad breath?” he laughed. 

You shook your head as you slowly pulled out of his hands. “I already kissed you. You can drop the compliments.”

You gasped as he brought you back in closer to him. Your heart was pounding in your chest from the prolonged proximity to him. It also didn’t help that you could now focus on his muscular arms as they held you with no imminent traditional kiss. 

“What if I don’t want that to be our only kiss?” he asked in a low voice. His eyes were searching yours for an answer. “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything.”

“I-I… I… James,” you said, deflating slightly. You pushed away from him.

“Love,” he sighed as he let you go.

“Potter, we need to start cleaning up if I’m coming back to your flat after this,” you told him as you walked away.

“Wha-OH!” he exclaimed. You heard him stumble back behind the bar to start his closing duties. “On it.”

As you did your own closing duties, you thought that maybe his arrogance was well earned. 

[perpetualcosmos]

go to astro.com to calculate groom persona chart

I am not sure whose chart you would like to see, but well why not? So for mine is given below:

Starting from the first part!

Sun in Aries at 5° in 5th house

This person would be very youthful, they would carry the energy of a child, like someone who is ready to take charge and not afraid to step into the limelight. Could be known for their natural confidence. They carry a certain sense of dominance with them, it's magnetizing and thrilling.

People might also have idealized them at a very young age, could be that since they like to really explore different types of passionate projects and hobbies that this person could be known as a the one who has done it all.

For them, destiny and luck play an important role in their life. They never been lead astray even when life or maybe parents could've left them alone, life hasn't.

Could be well known with acting or working with different types people. Even if they are older, they would look very young as if their age is in reverse in their personality

For them, it's important to always have some sort of hobby which they can always come back to as a coping mechanism and also what connects them to their inner purpose.

I am sure they will be in the career field of their choice, making one of their many hobbies as their career and will be very well known as well for it. They don't hold back giving their all, but they might constantly be on the verge of burning out because they always push themselves to the edge.

Moon in Aquarius at 26° in 4th house

If i have to describe them any way. Then i would call them as "born to be a rebel". Even though they are not afraid to stand out, they still at some point have this detachment from everything around them.

They have felt as the lone wolf in their journey, always above of everyone else but never truly having anyone to share this. At some point they beat themselves for using their youth mainly to prove that they are worth something to everyone.

They have understood though how much hard work goes to reach your goals and understand that this value they had to prove to others is somewhat shallow - they have always been enough.

Connections with life and work were made through family, their family could be known as a bit weird but they keep themselves as authetentic as they can.

Unlike the usual way of dealing with one's emotions, could be that they might use art or writing as a way of expressing themselves. They have this innate fear of truly being vulnerable with someone because of always ending up falling in love with an idealized version of that person.

Speaking of which, they have a hard time truly being humble because all they have been told their life that they are "special".

This person has been used to people exploiting in many ways in their life, mostly though due to their status and their position in their life, often both idealizing AND being idealized as a type who could never be in anyone's league.

They dissociate might have tendencies to use different sorts of pleasures like sex money, etc. as a way to avoid their feelings but i am sure the universe calls them out on it very frequently.

Adding in point, this person does come from a family who might not believe any type of spiritual OR they could be extremely into it to the point this person has gotten the ick from how it was used to justify ones actions and not being true to yourself about your mistakes.

They want an homebody, someone who doesn't mind where they come from. They want be known for more than where they come from.

Ascendant in Scorpio at 6°

(Conjunct Jupiter)

Could come off as extremely powerful, someone who doesn't bow down to others but others bow down to them

Have a very intense gaze, making people squirm under their looks.

They would look like that even though they have an intense exterior, they have a good heart within which melts under sweet things.

May have tattoos, piercings, etc. Which screams different. They carry this meaning behind every move they make, people can't help either loving them or hating them.

Always the eye of jealousy, or the beloved pf all. They have this chill personality truly but people could say oh this person is an ass and they treat everyone as their servant.

They are never one to go with the crowd, they would rather do their own thing then live for others.

They are very wise though, often from immense transformations from their life. And their approach being "change is the only permanent thing in life" has lead to many types of success.

They have a soft spot for routines, often involving trying to deal with their trauma in ways which make sure they don't mess up often

They truly have always been the one to take care of everyone. Maybe not in the softest manner but they have tried their best and no one has truly appreciated them enough to say that they did well.

Final notes -

I like how totally different yet same we are as people, this person has gone through a lot in their life and has an intense personality, like full of life type persona that hidden beneath, they know that they have been seeking for solace from these crowds - a person who can know them better than them. I am damn sure our tropes would be - "Friends to lovers × angst bickering", "i don't understand why you but thank goodness it's you", grumpy × sunshine, soulmates/spiritually connected partners, "they know me better than i ever could myself", giver × giver, words of affirmations while motivating the other, biggest fan × lover, ride or die, one would have kids × other would embrace and love the kids, show stopper × show runner, excitable × calm, silly prankster × dark humor, etc.

I just wanted to do a brief review of it because I am still learning and I want to learn more about this in due time 🫂 thanks for checking this post out!

[skuntank]

@tenaciousdecapitator

here is the other number you sent.

9. Describe your character’s dream house. Where would it be located? What unique things would be inside it?

i see them both wanting something modest tbh. i think that currently, diantha has an apartment in lumiose where she mainly stays, as well as perhaps in unova for when she is abroad bc i can see unova being one of the regions she does the most filming in. they are nice living spaces, but i think she would feel that they are sometimes too much space for one person.

currently, cynthia might have a small home in sinnoh. i see sinnoh being a region where it is relatively easier to buy and own a home. it is not a large home, and it is filled with all sorts of clutter pertaining to her work but overall has a cozy vibe to it.

i think both of them though would feel that their current living spaces dont feel very homey to them, as they are both always out working (diantha moreso. i see cynthia being a bit more of a homebody by comparison, but still she has her champion duties and goes out on digs and other such related things.)

i think they both dream of being able to share one home together. nothing extravagant, but just a cozy house that they can share and actually feels like a home for the both of them. cynthia's ideal is that it would be in sinnoh, and honestly i feel that diantha would be indifferent about that, but she cant really uproot and move to sinnoh in her current stage of life.

i can see cynthia wanting it to be in a quieter, slightly more rural area, and diantha might have her hesitancies about that. i think she is very much a city woman and she does think the slower, more rural nature of sinnoh is gorgeous and relaxing, i think she would know that she would struggle with living in an area where there isnt a lot going on.

the actual home itself, like i said, i dont think would need to be extravagant. i think they would probably go for an older home as opposed to something newer, ("something with character!") and the the one extravagant thing being that they would ideally like for there to be some land around it. not a huge amount, but like, a nice piece of property that their pokemon can run around on and they can host little parties on.

would they want a pool? i am not sure. that is a good question.

they might also struggle with the interior, being that cynthia has. well. all her stuff. diantha would have a good amount of stuff too, dont get me wrong, that woman has got too many clothes, and movie memorabilia, and stuff from sets, but at least she is neat and tidy in how she stores and displays things. cynthia .... is cynthia. i think the difference in organization and cleanliness would be one of their more significant learning curves.

i feel like walking into their home would be like walking into a museum. a museum that cant make up its mind on if its a natural history museum or a shrine to cinema and pop culture. so this home i guess would need to be big enough to accommodate all their stuff, but, i dont ever see them being the mansion type in a million years.

[pomefioredove]

Wahhh I love your writings so so so much and you absolutely deserve 500 and more ToT seeing your posts always makes my day!! I saw the match-up event and knew I had to join, it'll be my first time trying one of those!

It is kinda hard to describe myself... Which I guess says something about me? I'm a total homebody, finding comfort in solitude and the sort of freedom that comes with being able to express myself, by myself, with no restraint. But even then, there's nothing I don't love about the bustling nighttime, basking in the sort of romantic air of the evening as I admire the city lights and the ambience of energy.

I'm the type of person that finds myself in people. For better or for worse, my presence is determined by those I choose to be around... So overall I'm a big people pleaser and am kind of starved for good friendships and affection, having always had a hard time keeping connections or finding people that truly want to be with me, which in turn makes me a bit of a loner, I suppose... I do truly yearn though lol, so the want for connection is still there, raging within. It's almost a painful sort of pining, because I never hold a grudge.. Even if someone does wrong by me, I will always be ready to welcome them again with open arms. I'm fiercely loyal, so I long to have people reciprocate that.

I adore anything that keeps my mind going and gives me that feeling of satisfaction and indulgence... I would say I find that feeling in my passion for art, writing, and reading... analysing my favorite movies and literature, getting to notice little things about the people around me and storing them in the back of my mind as little anecdotes I can smile about. Putting myself in the shoes of others, letting my imagination go wild— that small balcony full of potted plants is so beautiful and cozy, I wonder what the interior of the home is like, then... Small, full of zen, with warm lights? That person on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus with headphones on, they look like they would like jazz, or maybe something more upbeat?

Im also a dreamer, I guess I can describe it as such haha. Im a hopeless romantic by heart, yet sometimes I find myself feeling a twinge of apprehension at the thought of truly being in a relationship... Maybe it's because it's uncharted territory, or it's because that "dreaming" side of me has that sort of "prince charming" fantasy that I've always wished for, even on a more realistic level. But even then, I know I can be patient and let time do it's thing while I focus on bettering my own future, and finding happiness and comfort in myself in the meanwhile.

I feel like maybe I've made this a bit too long haha.,,, take your time, and have a wonderful day! 🩷🩷

I match you with 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

anon I hope that you were purposefully trying to get him. I think you might actually be his soulmate oh my god

The First Impression:

Do you believe in love at first sight? Malleus does.

The connection is immediate. He's drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and conversing with you only enchants him more. Perhaps you bump into each other somewhere in the dead of night, or maybe you're just classmates, either way he simply knows.

Why He Fell:

Malleus soon finds himself purposefully seeking out your company, wanting to get closer but not sure how. This whole "friendship" thing is quite new to him, after all, and he doesn't want to scare you off.

There's no telling what exactly it is that makes him fall in love, but he falls, and he falls hard. He relishes in every moment you spend together, whether it's talking about your shared passion for the arts, or listening to you describe dreams. Your perspective on life is so... fascinating to him, he can simply never get enough of it. Your attention to detail, your appreciation of the little things, your ceaseless curiosity and active imagination, the care you feel for strangers... You quite literally change his world view.

Perhaps he's not exactly a prince charming, but he's close enough.

The Relationship:

There's a sense of understanding between the two of you when it comes to your loneliness. Later on, Malleus will question if he could tell that you felt as isolated as he did when he first saw you, if that was what drew him closer. But he doesn't put much thought into it. You enchanted him, and that's enough of a reason.

Though, perhaps, in the end, it's that shared loneliness that drives you together again and again. Your fierce loyalty, your craving for love and affection. You make each other feel safe and secure, which is all Malleus could really ask for at the end of the day.

He truly grows into himself during the course of your relationship, becoming a more stable, caring, and emotionally intelligent version of himself. You truly bring out the very best in him, and he can only hope he does the same for you.

There are awkward moments, of course, being two people that have no prior relationship experience. There's miscommunication, the occasional bruised ego, but there's truly nothing that could tear you apart. Malleus is devoted, reliant on his loved ones in such a way that perfectly mirrors your loyalty, and the both of you are quick to forgive and talk and move on. Probably the healthiest relationship to ever healthy.

He absolutely adores you from beginning to end.

[yardsards]

This is very silly but I think I kinda wanna call myself aro but a part of me is worried this will somehow interfere with my enjoyment of shipping. I love romances just not ones I’m part of.

you can still be aromantic and like shipping

in fact, looking at some polls it's actually quite common!

some aros are uninterested in or averse to shipping and romance as a whole. others are super into it. both are perfectly valid ways to be aromantic! there are no rules here!

(i myself fall somewhere in between. i ship occasionally, but i prefer platonic/familial love, and i am extremely picky about shippy stuff. and i am very critical of amatonormativity in parts of shipping/fandom culture and in certain romantic tropes).

it's like, you don't need to be attracted to characters in order to ship them (like, a gay man could ship an f/f couple even though he's not into women). and you don't have to want to do something personally to enjoy reading about characters doing the thing (plenty of people are chill homebodies who like to live a relaxed life, but love fast paced action adventures in fiction)

and ultimately, whatever label you use is just a way to *describe* yourself. it's not a rulebook on what you can and can't do. it's just an adjective, not a job description, y'know?

[tricia-swritingcorner]

-The Lockpick and the Canary Cage Pt.1-

Jacob Frye x OC!Reader (Leandra Starrick)

No warnings, honestly just a rewrite of something I wrote years ago. I am currently working on the next installation. As always, if you like please enjoy. If not, scroll on.

‘Oh look, it’s raining. How interesting.’ Hearing the light drumming from her window, Leandra sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. Three weeks in an asylum and yet her own sanity remained intact, though daily visits from her father certainly weren’t helping. He was certainly an important man, who else could imprison their own child in Lambeth asylum with little outcry or comment? Though, one might ask just why he would go to such lengths, and it was simple…Leandra had no intention of becoming a Templar.

Admittedly, to refuse the Grandmaster of the Templar order borough in London was certainly an action that held consequences. While she had sworn that she had no intention of becoming an Assassin instead, apparently Crawford Starrick did not enjoy the idea that his daughter did not wish to follow in his footsteps. Though truthfully, adopting a child from Crawley likely wasn’t his wisest decision. Maybe he believed that by locking her away, Leandra would agree to join out of desperation. It wouldn’t work though and humorously he had the Assassin’s to blame for that.

‘What was my last record again? Two months?” Chuckling at the memory, Starrick did not know the half of her time with the Assassin’s, and she did so on purpose. Regardless of the two friends Leandra had, those higher up in the order often disregarded her after the death of her parents. While the order knew she was their charge for a time, it meant little when no one could agree on to whom she was to go to. Back then, as long as she was given a daily meal there was nothing else they felt she needed to pass time in her “room”.

Despite her current predicament, Crawford Starrick was a fine father figure. He certainly fairs much better than many of the other doting old men who looked in to adopt her. While living with his, she was allowed to study philosophy, economics, even medicine. Not many men of the age were so open to allowing a woman to learn beyond her role as homebody and bearer of children. ‘I suppose that’s why he saw fit to stick me here. Where better to dangle a hook than where I study and what I most risk losing.’

As Leandra continued to stare at nothing, her thoughts were disturbed by a knock at the door. Turning her gaze, the meal slot opened without a word and a package was slid halfway though. How interesting. “My lady?” Oh, Arnold was on guard today. He was always the nicest of her guards, even told her of news from outside or at least what he could tell her. “I got a book for ya. Mutual friend asked for this to be delivered.” Twisting herself out of the oddly comfortable bed, Leandra beamed as she took the bundle into her hands. Must be Dickens, he had been writing something the last time the two met at the George and Vulture. Ripping apart the wrapping, the joy of something new to take her mind off the situation could not be adequately described.

“Thank you Arnold. Tell me, what news is there? Last time you were here Dr. Elliotson was in the midst of trafficking his soothing syrup.” Setting the book down onto her desk, even mentioning the disgusting draught sent shivers down Leandra’s back. Before her incarceration, Starrick had asked her to check in and get an understanding of what Elliotson was pandering to the common man. While she was no chemist, the drug’s combination of opium and datura stramonium was something that she was abhorred by.

“I’m sure you’ve ‘eard the commotion around here. Someone managed to slip into the main distillery and blow the damn thing. While I wouldn’t mind shaking their ‘and, your father ain’t none too pleased. Talk around the boroughs is about these Frye twins and their gang, the Rooks.” At mentioning the name, Arthur definitely had a mocking tone. To Leandra…Blighters wasn’t much better though at least they weren’t named after a chess piece. Hold on a moment, did he say Frye?!

“Frye? Haven’t heard that name in a long time. It can’t be them…could it?” Leandra spoke her thoughts, as if saying their name herself would make it make sense. The last time she saw Jacob and Evie Frye was after her mother’s funeral in Crawley. The assassins weren’t in London, they hadn’t been for years. Shaking her head, she shifted her focus to the other parts of Arthur’s news.

“On that, you and I agree. I will never understand why father believed selling that was a good idea. Poisoning your enemies is one thing, but poisoning innocents? Nothing warrants that. How’s the Lambeth group doing? What with these Rooks and all.” Acting along with Arthur’s mockery, Leandra couldn’t let it slip that she knew Jacob and Evie. To her knowledge, not even Starrick knew about her past with the two especially as he’s never asked during his visits. If he suspected that she did know them, he never let it show.

“Last I ‘eard they got chased out, at least those who didn’t betray their kin.” CHASED OUT?! How long have they lost control? Leandra turned to gaze at the door, trying to understand what she just heard.

“Chased out? How is that possible? There hasn’t been a change here, at least not a noticeable one.” Hearing this, she could hear Arthur hum in response. Perhaps they’ve doubled their efforts in the asylum, at the very least due to having two high value individuals within its walls. She may not have agreed with the good doctor, but Starrick couldn’t afford to lose his hold on the medical field in the city. Before their conversation could continue on, Leandra heard a crash outside the door.

“Arthur?! What’s going on out there?” Genuine concern sat in her voice, something she hadn’t felt since before her incarceration. Slowly approaching the door, she could hear a cocking sound before her guard spoke.

“Not sure miss, but nuttin’ you need to concern ‘urself with. Just read that book a’yours.” Sighing, his bravado was certainly a comfort. It wasn’t like she could provide much help within her cage anyhow. Stepping back, Leandra returned to her desk but before she could even open the book’s cover there was another crash. This time the sound was followed by Arthur’s barking voice. “The FUCK are you doing here?!” Drawing in a sharp breath, she looked around the room for a suitable hiding spot.

Since this was an asylum, it was understandable that her room was mostly bare. Though in cases such as this, it was a grand inconvenience. Remembering how the door opened reminded her that it swung inward, if whoever attacked Arthur came in she could potentially hide behind it and make an escape. Thinking quickly, Leandra grabbed her present and rushed to hide. Time was apparently not on her side as right as she hid, the door’s lock was being picked.

‘I hope Arthur’s okay. Only a Rook would warrant that kind of response from him.’ Covering her mouth, the door was unlocked and just as she thought the burglar entered her room. Thankfully, he didn’t need to open the door completely to enter and so he did not notice the other body that hid from his sight.

“Armed guard, Starrick must have something important stored here. Dr. Elliotson can wait.” Dr. Elliotson? So, she wasn’t his target, that was a tad reassuring. Tiptoeing from behind the door, Leandra was met with the back of a rather average sized male with a hood. While he hadn’t quite noticed her yet, she could not risk him turning around before she was fully out of the room and catching her. Bringing the thick tome above her head, she slammed the book as hard as she could down onto his head and appeared to stun him as she planned. Bolting out of the room, she heard a shout of anger right as she shut the door. Unfortunately for whoever it was, the doors look from the outside and once closed her door always locked itself without the use of a key.

Turning away from the other side of her cell door, Leandra spotted an unconscious Arthur a few steps away along with several other Blighters. Checking the man she had come to see as a friend, there was a steady pulse and his breathing appeared unimpeded. Releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, for a second Leandra contemplated what her next move was. The guards were down and whoever had broken into her cell was going to become a much larger issue soon if Dr. Elliotson was his target. This was the kind of opportunity she had prayed for. But what would happen once she leaves?

Her father was never one to let those under his thumb go without a fight. Yet, if he was losing control of the city then maybe could…get lost in it. While she had no prospects as a woman in London, Starrick had set up accounts in the past she could access for “frivolities” as he called them. That money could easily be used to set up a new life, whether it was in the city or not. Plus…there was her other friends in the city. Living with the assassins for the first ten years of life did not leave her completely without aid.

‘Now is the moment, alright time to go.’ Walking away from Arthur’s unconscious body, Leandra ran through the hall. Looking for an exit, it wasn’t until she found a stairwell with roof access that she managed to truly escape. Seeing a pile of hay at the bottom, she gathered the courage mentally before performing an eagle dive into the cart. Feeling the rush of air and the adrenaline that came from the free fall, when she jumped out and brushed herself off the rush propelled her. Calmly but quickly walking to the front gate, Leandra took her first steps out of the asylum a free woman.

Continuing on through the streets of London, it dawned on her that her clothes were the same ones she had been incarcerated in. Had she been there a night or two, that would be easy to explain away. Yet, three weeks was much less of an instance. ‘Which street am I on?�� Looking for a nearby sign, she was relieved to find that it was the very same one that her tailor was on. ‘Today must be a very lucky for me. Hopefully he’s open.’ Using muscle memory from the days where she would leave the asylum for a new coat or a fix on a skirt, it didn’t take very long for her to find Thimbles and Threads.

Entering the quaint shop, the shop keep stood at attention and smiled warmly at the sight of her. “Leandra! My dear, it has far too long since your last visit. Asylum keeping you busy? Here, let me have a look at you.” Gliding across the floor, her dear friend Michael gingerly took her hands and guided her to one of the fitting rooms. Helping her to step up onto a small platform, he did a full look at her wears and tusked at the state.

“When was the last time you had something new to wear? I swear, it looks you’ve worn this for the past week at least.” At this, Leandra gave a sheepish smile before speaking.

“Make that three. Oh Michael, it’s been awful. Father didn’t like what I had to say about paving my own way…so I might have spent a little time as a patient at the asylum and not a caretaker. Think you give me a hand?” The look on Michael’s face said it all when he heard her out. Over the following few hours, the two spoke on everything they’ve missed in each other’s lives the last few weeks. Once everything was said and done, Leandra offered to pay for his services, but Michael promptly and adamantly refused.

“You have been through hell my dear. Consider this a gift.” Placing a hand over her heart, if only the man wasn’t already wed. She would have kissed him right then and there.

“Well thank you, my dear friend. Now, do you know where I can find Mr. Dickens these days? I left something in his care and was hoping to retrieve it.” The man nodded his head, of course he did. As far as tailors go, the upper level of society chose from a select few. Thankfully for me, he was one of those.

“Aye, I believe you can find him at Devil’s Acre in West Minster. He claims it’s their ale, but there’s been talk of other things. You know how it goes.” Lightly chuckling, she understood very well what Michael implied. Shaking his hands, Leandra continued on her way through London. West Minster was where both her father and the leader of the Blighters dwelled, so she was certainly going to use great caution. But if she wished to retrieve her belongings, it was there she had to go.

Prior to her incarceration, tensions with her father had been building to a dangerous point. While she had no true clue has to the extent his was willing to go, something was brewing in his mind. The last time she saw Dickens he noticed her unease and offered a solution. Pack a trunk, one her father wouldn’t take note of, and leave it with him at a pub. From there, he would hide for her. ‘Dickens, you wonderfully chaotic mind.’ Hailing a cab with ease, the quick journey to the Devil’s Acre was a quiet one.

Once she reached the tavern however, the peace of the day ended as the slow roar of revelry reached her ears. ‘Hopefully none of the other guards from Lambeth are here.’ Keeping her head down as she entered, it felt as though her presence was greatly…unnoticed. Which made looking for Dickens that much easier, adding to the fact that he was probably the only classy gentleman in the place. Gingerly snagging the seat next to him, the poor man nearly choked on his ale at the sight.

“*cough* Leandra! Dear girl it has been many a night since I last saw you. Did you receive the book I sent you? Arthur promised he would bring it to you.” Covering the laugh that escaped, she nodded her head and gestured to him with said book in hand.

“He did, haven’t had the chance to read it quite yet. It makes a very good weapon of defense. Thank you for finding a way to get it to me.” The old man chuckled and took a sip of his ale, without choking this time.

“So, our mutual friend was tight-lipped on your whereabouts. Were you right to be cautious?” Leandra nodded her head, unperturbed by Dickens’ sudden serious tone. For the pair, it had been a month since their last conversation. Dickens had been someone outside of her father’s circle that she could speak freely with. So, it was not difficult to understand his worry for her after disappearing for three whole weeks.

“I was, despite your usual joyful demeanor, you were right about him. He placed me in Lambeth, a few days after we spoke. I managed to get out but without the things I gave you, it shan’t be long before he throws me back in and walks away with the key. Where is it?” Speaking in hushed tones, Leandra began to feel the gazes of others on her back. Devil’s Acre was not a place to linger for long, and both knew this.

“The prize you seek,” Dickens paused as he took another sip, “lies amongst oddities galore, which could not be further from the river’s shore.” A moment passed and Leandra had her answer. Henry Green’s curio shop. The belongings of the Templar Grandmaster’s daughter are with the one assassin in all of London…clever move. Tipping her head, Leandra slipped out as silently as she had entered. While she could hail a cab once again, the chance of being spotted by a Blighter as she waited was too high here. Instead, she chose to stalk the side alleys for an unabandoned carriage whose owner was too drunk to care where it might be.

Thankfully, it did not take very long around Devil’s Acre just nearby. Procuring her mode of transport, it was easy to move through the streets as she attempted to remain as unnoticed by Blighters as possible. Reaching Whitechapel within the hour, there was a sharp change in scenery from the Whitechapel she remembered. Men and women walked the streets but instead of Starrick’s red coats, they wore dark green plaid. Children played in the streets instead of slaving away in factories. People here appeared…happier? The sky remained the same dreary hue as in the rest of London, yet the people around didn’t seem to mind as much.

‘Maybe the Rooks are what London needs. Certainly appear to do more good than harm.’ Driving the carriage until she was a few blocks from the shop, it seemed like a good idea to leave it there. Certainly would not want someone mistaking her for a Blighter sent to hurt Mr. Green. Once she reached the shop, Leandra noticed the unburnt candles and seeming desertion. Had Henry left London? Why would he leave his shop unattended?

‘No matter, just need to get my things and leave. Starrick likely knows of my absence by now.’ Going around to the back of the shop, she was pleased to know the spare key was still where she had been shown in the past. Unlocking the door, Leandra scoured the shop and managed to find her chest amongst Mr. Green’s personal things. Opening the chest with ease, certainly helped that it wasn’t latched by a true “key” but a puzzle, she was on the verge of opening it when a chime was heard behind her.

Did someone see her? Leandra didn’t notice any lingering eyes on her walk here, or any carriages that possibly followed her. Stepping away from her chest, she spotted a nearby armoire that was not against the wall. Quickly squeezing herself behind it, luck must have once again been on her side for as soon as she was secure there was the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Who’s in here? I saw you through the window. I don’t think Greenie would be happy someone is going through his things.” Greenie? Did the voice mean Henry? Leandra held her breath as the voice grew closer. She couldn’t leave the chest open, regardless of this person’s potential friendship with Green. The floorboards creaked as he stepped in front of the armoire and in a split second, she recognized a chance to flee. Using the wall as a grounding force, she toppled the furniture onto the man. Hopefully it would only render him incapacitated for as long as she needed.

Racing back to the chest, she grabbed whatever she could and fled through the front door. In her haste, the only thing she could get her hands on were papers from her father’s study. While there were other things of value, these just might have been the most important to her. As she fled, the voice called out again in rage for her to come back. Strangely enough, she recognized the voice this time…the same one she heard back in the asylum. Certainly it wasn’t the same person from before, right?

No matter, for now the next stop was Bishopsgate station. Green may not have been in his shop but that doesn’t mean she had to stay and wait for him. Right now, her best move would be to return to Crawley. While she had no intentions of joining the assassins in their fight, these papers from Starrick might be enough to grant her safe passage to America or Europe…or literally anywhere other than here.

Easily making it to the station, the next train to Crawley wasn’t set until for several hours. ‘Unfortunate, but I don’t mind waiting.’ Finding a seat by the tracks, Leandra thumbed through the documents. If she was going to be carrying these around, it wouldn’t hurt to know what she had in her possession. The first few were nothing of consequence, however the further in she went the more crucial they appeared to be. Contacts, debts owed, and locations of owned businesses were in her hand. Somehow she seems to have snagged a literal treasure trove of documents. No wonder her father was adamant of her return to the fold, he likely knew what she had taken and wanted it back.

‘Well…shit. What have you gotten yourself into Leandra?’ Taking a deep breath, she allowed herself to be lost in thought as time ticked by. Trains came and went, and it became a game for her to make up stories to keep herself entertained about their lives. Whilst doing this, Leandra hadn’t noticed a certain figure slump next to her until he groaned. Keeping her head still whilst stealing a glance, there was something recognizable about the man she couldn’t quite place. Maybe he was someone she had run into at the asylum during her rounds, he certainly fit the description of a Lambeth asylum patient. Before she could steal anymore glances, a woman approached the man and chuckled at his appearance.

“Tired brother? And here I thought you were the brawn of us.” Wait a moment, that snark. Leandra remembered it well, only when they were children it was much more high-pitched.

“Yes sister, having a wardrobe fall on someone would do well to tire them out.” The man hissed out, oh shit. Had she pushed it onto him of all people?! Looking out onto the tracks, she risked another look at the pair beside her. Seeing them together, it was undeniable. Despite the years, she would recognize the Frye twins anywhere. So many questions filled her head at this realization. What were they doing in London? Did they know Mr. Green? Could they help her?

Before she could speak out, Evie spoke. “Ah, was that before or after being hit in the head with a book at Lambeth?” That was him too? Oh god, she had a lot of apologizing to do for today.

“Hey, I at least finished the job. Damn nutter got the jump on me. Besides, someone was in Greenie’s shop. Figured he should know some trunk was opened. Whoever it was wanted something. I don’t know what, but it was probably important.” At hearing this, she looked down and gripped the papers tightly. Either Jacob or Evie must have noticed her action as the two shifted to whispers, none of which she could hear. Good Lord has today been a long day. Leandra became consumed by her thoughts, embarrassed at the fact she had not only hurt the same man twice but both instances had been one of her TWO childhood friends all for the sake of survival. Was it worth it?!

Before she could answer herself, a pair of shadows loomed over her. Shifting her gaze, it was of course the twins standing over her. Evie was thankfully the first to speak, always being the more…socially polite. “Excuse me, my brother and I couldn’t help but notice how tightly you’re holding onto those papers. Mind if we see them?” She didn’t recognize her, how could she? It had been eleven years since they had seen each other. Taking a deep breath, Leandra steeled herself before answering.

“I would actually. They’re for a friend, he was holding on to them for me. I wouldn’t suppose you know him, Mr. Henry Green? I was hoping to give them to him.” She had to act unbothered. The twins she remembered were always quick to action, even if Evie was one to know more than her brother beforehand. Speaking firmly, she noticed how Jacob became defensive.

“And how do you know Greenie?” He growled the name, as if itching for a fight. Shit, this was not how she wanted this to go. However, before she could explain a train pulled into the station as if in the nick of time…with Henry Green hopping out. Honestly, something was working hard in her favor today.

“Leandra! You’re okay. When Dickens dropped off your trunk I thought something had happened.” Practically jumping to her feet, Leandra was happy to see her friend.

“Henry. God you have perfect timing. Here,” she held out the stack of papers in her hand as he approached the three of them, “I need you to take this. And I have to ask a favor if you can help me.” Evie and Jacob parted as Henry walked up. Gingerly taking the papers from her, he peered over them and as he realized what she was giving him his eyes bulged.

“Leandra, how did you get these?” Of course that was his first question. She had never told him about Starrick, why would she when the two were staunch enemies? Though, she supposed now was as good a time as any.

“They’re from my father’s desk, or better yet Crawford Starrick’s. There is much to discuss but I’d rather not do it here. Please Henry.” Her gaze turned to pleading as she looked at him. While they may not be in Blighter territory, the more time she spent outside, the higher her risk of being found.

The twins, still present, shared a look before turning to Mr. Green. It would appear her safety was in his hands. However, it would appear that he valued their friendship. Taking a deep breath, he looked to Evie and nodded his head. “Come Leandra, you’ll be safe on the train. After we’re aboard you can tell us everything.” Adamantly nodding her head, the trio turned to the train that had yet to leave the station and headed towards it. Leandra followed behind, hopeful for what was to come.

[uselessmicrowave]

HII i was the anon asking for a matchup hehe (both bots and cons, literally anyone) im just so interested and excited abt the matchup since its my first time doing one :DDD

Im quite short, around (5'6), i have a darker shade of green eyes (w long lashes) and long black hair with pink highlights that end around my mid back, (it's quite curly too); im very pale, and i mean "the first time they see me they tell me im a vampire" kind of pale, i have plump lips that are pink, kinda like a blushy pink! I have an ear piercing, and some snakebites, tho it's not pierced, its those ones where you can hook them on, ive also got a thing for silver rings (one is vine like and the other is a silver snake that goes up halfway on my pointer finger [i love snakes]; on my right hand tho is a single gold ring)

On how i dress, i usually do not give any fucks- literally, i just throw anything on (my usual fit is a black shirt, and some soft pants)

I'm an INTP (for some reference since i really suck at describing things) Me as i describe myself, am a very quiet person, quiet as in "my friends forgot i was in the backseat" kind of quiet, im usually a homebody, literally, another reason why i get called a vampire is that i hate sunlight, alot, i dont like going out as much as my friends do, since i hate loud and public places tho i would really be down to hangout with them whenever. I always keep to myself and refrain from ever speaking out, always observing, and just listening; but when i get closer to someone and get to know them more i usually get loud and very talkative. Even tho im always patient doesn't mean i wouldn't punch someone if they mess w me or my friends, as i could really have a high temper; on a side note, im very patient! Really im not even kidding i literally put up with someone's shit for 3 years and still going.

Hobbies or things i generally like/ like to do is art!! Mostly digital art, you'll always see me with my tablet everywhere i go, and i rarely share them as i have absolutely zero confidence, i also love to read! (Fav being tolkien books, both LoTR and TH) i also write my own stories and could be so into world building, its taking me 3 years to actually build my world properly. I love music like its not even funny; aside from seeing me w my tablet, i guarantee you'll always see me wearing earphones and jamming, im a sucker for roadtrips while i gaze outside just daydreaming and forgetting about reality (im a hardcore daydreamer). I really dont have a certain music taste since i just play whatever sounds good!!

Hello anon! I’ll match you up with TFA Prowl!

Prowl is fascinated by your piercings. How do you get one? Does it cause daily issues? How do you take care of them? What are the other kinds (He'll keep these questions to himself though, but he will encourage you if you start rambling about it or want to talk about it)?

He's also very quiet compared to the other bots, and he'd prefer to have a 'home date' or just hang out with you somewhere outside in a quiet and shady area.

Prowl is glad you get talkative when you two are alone, because he really won't speak up about anything unless it's dire or bothering him an insane amount.

He is very interested in your digital art process, he'd love to watch you draw if you'd let him.

You'll have to introduce you to your favorite authors and books if you want him to understand a specific reference/joke.

He's amazed that you had taken three years to... make a world? He doesn't completely understand but, tell him about it, please, he'd love to hear about it.

If he sees you wearing headphones/earbuds, he'll ask what song or what artist you're listening to, especially if you look like you're enjoying it.

[daphdarling]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a mha (male character) matchup? Maybe someone from Class 1A? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Personality: I like to think that, under my introvert exterior, I’m a sweet person with a good sense of humor. Although I’m incredibly shy at first, once I’m able to open up, I tend to be very goofy and chatty. I’ve had a few people say they’re surprised by how “consistently clever and funny” I am. I have trouble making friends and, therefore, don’t have many, but I’m fiercely loyal and deeply cherish the friends I am able to make. I’ve also been told that I’m very “wise/ mature” and my friends often come to me for advice or to have meaningful conversations. This is partly why I’m horrible at small/surface level talk lol. I’m also a big people pleaser and that can sometimes affect relationships. I’m a homebody, but I do enjoy going out if I’m with the right people or on a personal mission. Though I prefer the term passionate, I tend to be hyper fixative. It doesn’t take much for me to get locked onto an idea or activity. Because of this, others sometimes consider my interests to be a bit intense. I would say that I’m a pretty sensitive/emotional person as well. I certainly have no trouble crying over silly things and find myself overthinking often. I consider this to be both a strength and weakness lol. Though I’ve been dealt some nasty cards in life, I like to think that I’ve got a good head on my shoulders and a positive outlook on things!

Interests: I’m a huge girly girl. I love all things pink and cute. My fashion sense is probs best described as “coquette” and “kawaii.” I guess you could say that I’ve made the color pink my whole personality lol. I’m also very hygiene oriented so I really value things like skincare and makeup. Some say I’m a hoarder, I say I’m a dragon collecting treasure. I collect all kinds of things: trinkets, Sonny Angels, physical media, photocards, etc. I’m very OCD about my material possessions though. Everything has a specific place in my room and I make sure things stay very clean. Obviously I’m an anime enjoyer. I’ve been watching anime for around a decade now. Not only that, but I’m also a big k-pop fan and keep up with a couple groups. I’m just a big music listener in general and have quite a few bands/artists that are very important to me. I’m also a Studio Ghibli fan and tend to enjoy most Japanese media. I consider myself to be a big animal lover. I actually have a rabbit! He’s my pride and joy. But, otherwise, I’m a huge marine life nerd. Though I’m a bit scared of the ocean, I’m fascinated by the creatures in it. Some other franchises I’m interested in are Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Sanrio (My Melody is my favorite).

Hobbies: I love to read and write, but I’m also incredibly crafty. I enjoy spending my time cross-stitching, drawing, and picking up new skills. I’m just a pretty creative person overall. I also greatly enjoy shopping. I’m not a huge spender, but I love walking around my favorite shops and occasionally picking out something I like. I’m good at cleaning, cooking, and baking (certified housewife over here lol). I don’t know if this can be considered a hobby but I’m a big daydreamer. I love to come up with new ideas and watch them take shape in my mind. I’m careful not to lose track of reality though.

Type: I guess you could say that I prefer traditionally masculine men that can take on a guiding and protective role. I suppose you could call the type of men I lean towards more “dominant.” Ultimately, I enjoy people that are a contrast to me, but compliment me. I just want to be babied and doted on lol.

Thanks for doing this! I’m sorry it got so long… did I mention that I’m an over-sharer? But seriously, thanks so much! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ♡‧₊˚

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

KATSUKI BAKUGOU!!!

Personality Match:

Bakugo is known for his fiery and explosive personality, often coming off as abrasive. However, beneath that tough exterior, he’s fiercely loyal and deeply cares for his friends. Your sensitivity and emotional depth could balance well with his intensity. He might initially challenge you, but your cleverness and humor could draw out his softer side over time.

Romantic Connection:

While Bakugo can be brash, he also appreciates genuine connections. Your sweet and goofy nature would likely surprise him and draw him in, allowing for a unique dynamic where you both grow together. He may not express his feelings openly, but his protective nature would resonate with your desire for someone who can take on a guiding role.

Hobbies and Activities:

You both have creative interests, albeit in different ways. While you enjoy crafting and daydreaming, Bakugo channels his creativity into training and honing his Quirk. Engaging in activities like cooking together or even cross-stitching with some playful banter could be fun, as long as it’s a shared experience. You could also share your interests in anime and music, allowing him to slowly open up about his own passions.

Looks and Vibes:

Bakugo’s rugged and fiery appearance contrasts nicely with your coquette and kawaii style. Your vibrant pinks and cute aesthetic could complement his intense persona, creating a visually striking pair. There’s something intriguing about the juxtaposition, with his explosive energy balancing your gentle charm.

Final Thoughts:

This matchup has the potential for a deep and meaningful relationship. Your emotional maturity and ability to have profound conversations could provide a safe space for Bakugo to express himself. While there might be challenges due to your contrasting personalities, your loyalty and his protective instincts would form a strong bond. Embracing each other’s differences could lead to a beautifully dynamic connection.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

If you don't mind, could I please get a Lotr matchup 🥺 I saw that your requests are open and got really excited. I'd like a male ship please! I'm a 21 year old autistic girl who uses a lot of names and aliases. I also have ADHD and am chronically ill with things like asthma, joint pain and both (mild) kyphosis and scoliosis, but I still keep surprisingly active despite it. I'm known for having pretty legendary pain tolerance too, haha. Though because I'm still disabled, I tend to be a bit of a homebody and am very attached to my home.

Personality-wise, I'm simultaneously extremely level-headed and stubborn as a bull; I make my choices wisely, but I'm also quite fierce when I feel the need to be, and I don't give up easily. I've been called wise before and I tend to give good advice, though I can also be a bit of a hermit sometimes when I don't feel like talking. I'm a weird mix between very scholarly and very active, I love working out and getting strong but I'm also addicted to learning new things and reading. I tend to collect books on witchcraft, herbalism (both for healing and poisons) and cooking. Speaking of which, I love cooking, baking, sewing, gardening, caring for horses and I work as a librarian at the moment.

My personality tends to throw people off a little, mainly because I'm very sweet and friendly but also a little off-putting. Both because I come from a family with a morbid sense of humor, and because I do genuinely enjoy messing with people a little. I'm a solid true to chaotic neutral. The kind of person who would joke about poisoning people but given that I know so much about plants you might actually get worried that I would, despite me being very friendly to you just five minutes ago. I'm just that kind of person, I guess, I like to keep people on their toes. That being said, my friendly side is no facade, and there's little I love more than helping people, I actively go out of my way to do it. I especially like feeding people and making new recipes for others to try. I'd say my major flaws are that I'm stubborn, I don't forgive easily, and I can be a little sassy and passive aggressive when I get tired or upset.

As for my appearance, I am very very short and very skinny, though I'm moreso lean since I enjoy working out. I actually have decently large biceps but it's contrasted with a Disney princess-esque waist which I find kinda funny. I have very long wavy reddish-brown hair (I describe it as “strawberry brunette”), and I wear glasses. I like to take relationships very very slowly and develop a solid friendship before considering dating someone, so I really don't want someone who takes things too fast. I'm also not a fan of overly flirty people, even if they're completely loyal to me I just get turned off by over the top displays of affection.

Alright I think that's about it! Sorry if this is too long! (Btw I think I might have requested a matchup from you before but I love your writing so much that I want to get one again, I really hope that's okay ;-;) Have a good day!

Hello! Welcome back! No worries, you can request as many matchups as you want! <333 I hope you like the matchup this time too :)

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Lord Of The Rings;

Faramir:

✨ You met Faramir with Gandalf and Pippin, unfortunately, Denethor doesn't really like the three of you, that's Denethor for you; but it wasn't long until you got to meet Faramir - the younger brother of Boromir, and for some reason, you both felt a connection between the two of you

✨ During your stay, you and Faramir got to know each other more, taking walks when possible and talking about your interests and even bonding over shared interests - when you told him about your collection of books on witchcraft and herbalism at home, he was impressed; you told him that one of the reasons you joined the Fellowship was because you were a good healer (other than that, you loved adventure, and could do and few spells here and there)

✨ After Faramir got shot by that arrow though, you stayed by his side the entire time, and only then - realizing how close you were to losing him - did you come to realize that you had grown incredibly fond of the young man of great quality; whilst he was in his little healing coma though, you would sit and read to him

✨ Once he had finally awakened, he was surprised to have found you by his bedside - his heart went (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ - and soon, you both found yourself courting; you would often bring him little baked goods, and Faramir would sometimes gift you books on new, interesting topics when he finds them

✨ You and Faramir are very similar to each other - being passionate, caring, and intelligent - you both are very much never gonna give each other up, or let each other down, or run around, or desert each other

[iheartchv]

Hello there! if it isn't too much trouble may I request a romantic cod matchup please if you're still doing them and aren't swamped already? I'm Hal, my pronouns are She/They, I am 21 years old, 176cm or 5'9 height wise, and I tend to dress in a dark academia aesthetic, mainly with skirts fills and high heels cause I enjoy the power trip I get when I am over 6'3. I have chin length auburn hair (that does a very nice swirl thing like Mrs Incredible it makes me so happy), gray-green eyes, freckles, glasses and a slender hourglass figure. I would describe myself as a very sarcastic person who loves to make jokes (often the immature 'thats what she said' kind), and someone who likes to do fun fantasy escapism type activities (going to renfaire, playing DnD and RPG video games,etc.(I highly recommend the mass effect trilogy)). Peoples impressions of me range from cute and quiet to a straight up golden retriever. I am a pretty sedentary homebody most of the time though I can be more outgoing and confident when I am with people I know and usually they are some brand of weirdo or nerd (theater, Gamer, etc.) I also draw, make/alter clothes, learn about historical fashion, cook, and watch true crime. I have my issues, mainly with forgetfulness, anxiety, etc. making me a lowkey doomsday prepper because better safe than sorry, but I have always been the romantic daydreaming type and over time I have matured and am tired of new historical events making me more and more tired, I just want to find my person to do all of the things good, bad, easy, and hard with. I just want to make a home with them and be in their world. My love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.

🤔 I match you with...

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 🚁

Gaz would be your match

He's the nerd of TF141

He would totally love to play DnD with you

Video games, comics, anything with pop culture, you name it

You and him could talk for hours on end about different video games, theories surrounding any game/comic lore, etc.

He'd feel so comfortable around you, and he would give that same vibe back to you, letting you know that you can be yourself around him

When you wear your heels, and tower a little over him, he'd only playfully scoff and roll his eyes

As he got to know you, and spend time with you, Gaz couldn't help but feel like he was falling for you

He'd notice any little detail on detail

The corners of your lips when you smiled, the way the sun light reflected off your eyes and streamed in your hair

He wants to tell you you're the most kindest, gorgeous girl he's ever seen

One day he gathers the courage to tell you how he felt for you

"I care about you... a lot. And I can't stop thinking about you... I like you."

"As in 'like' like?"

"Yeah..."

You both would be blushing, looking away and feeling nervous

But as soon as your eyes met, your hearts seemed to beat in sync...

... and you share a soft, sweet, and romantic kiss

He holds your hands in his and gives the your fingers and knuckles gentlemanly kisses

Gaz will tell you everyday that he loves you, and that you're beautiful, you're gorgeous, and you're so perfect

Ask him to do something for you and he will

Through the laughs and good times you've shared, he never thought he'd find the one for him, who was his best friend

[serverroommemoirs]

Chronicles of a Chronically Online Soul

'Chronically online'—a phrase that I, reluctantly, can describe myself. I have been exposing myself to the world of the Internet since I became computer-literate in my early childhood, and I possess as many social media accounts as there are days in a month. Though, as I grew fascinated with information security in high school, I have since long been trying to clean up the mess I made during my younger years. But that doesn't equate I stopped spending so much time online; let's say I just toned down how much I am visible on the surface of the Internet— or so I thought I did.

I am a homebody, and I think I wouldn't be one if I didn't prefer buying my stuff online to getting it from physical stores. My most recent online transaction was when I bought a second-hand electronic commodity that someone posted in a forum. As proof of their credibility, the product seller, the previous owner of the item I bought, sent me a picture of their government-issued identification card, and some other personal details. At the time, I really was just reassured that I was not about to get scammed, and sure enough, I wasn't. But what if it doesn't end there?

In the first lesson of my Data Privacy and Security class, discussions have been made pertaining to unauthorized disclosure of sensitive information that may potentially compromise security. To say that my entire online life flashed before my eyes would be an understatement. I, then, was reminded of the recent purchase I mentioned in the previous paragraph. The class exchanges made me look into a different perspective. I started to question the necessity and potential risks associated with the seller sharing such sensitive information. While it served its purpose in that particular transaction, sharing government-issued identification and personal details with strangers online could pose privacy and security risks. Although I am very certain that I wouldn't break their trust and disclose the information they entrusted to me, the seller may not have considered the long-term implications of sharing such valuable information or the possibility of it being misused. Who's to say I can't get hacked and that information makes its way out of my inbox?

A question was addressed to us by our instructor, "Are you for sale?" Thinking about all the measures I did to carefully curate my social media persona, and how most of the information I gave out weren't irrevocable. The reality of my personal data being bought and sold remains unchanged. Despite my attempts to mitigate the impact of my earlier online activities, the data trail I've left behind continues to exist and may still be accessible to third parties without my knowledge or consent.

Now that I have become more aware of this persistent concept that is my digital footprint and the potential commodification of my personal data, I am motivated to further reassess my online habits and take proactive steps to protect my privacy and security as a chronically online individual. I will continuously educate myself on data privacy practices to navigate the cyber landscape more safely, as this just starts here.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hii! I saw your requests were open and was hoping for a BoB ship, if that's okay! Btw I love your writing so much xx

Okay so appearance wise, I'm 5'3, blue/grey eyes with half bleached (white blonde underneath, brown on top) shoulder length hair. I also wear glasses. She/her pronouns.

I'm a Scorpio and my personality type is ISTP. My love language is definitely quality time! I'm often quite shy when first meeting someone, but when I'm comfortable around them I essentially lose all shame and become the loudest in the room. While my friends describe me as loyal, funny, and kind, they do say I can be very stubborn and unforgiving if someone crosses me.

I'm currently getting a bachelors in forensic science (in my final year actually!). In terms of hobbies/interests, I'm a sucker for a good book and amazing music. My favourite kinds of books are a mix of fantasy or history. However I am currently reading The Last Overland by Alex Bescoby, so I do tend to read whatever looks interesting to me and not just stick to those genres. I find that I spend most of my time listening to any type of music (genre would depend on what I'm feeling, but lately its been a mix songs like Halazia by ATEEZ or labour by Paris Paloma) and just having it playing in the background while doing anything and everything. I also started bookbinding as a hobby last year, which I find very relaxing.

I'm definitely more of a homebody, but if I go out with friends (they usually have to drag me out tbh) I do still enjoy it.

Thank you xxx

Thank you so much for your request hon!

I ship you with…

Lewis Nixon!

Song recommendation: Melting - Kali Uchis

- ugh let me tell you that you and him would be THAT couple omg 😫

- first meeting him, he would find you so charming and attractive, like you immediately caught his attention.

- he would actually catch himself being so nervous around you, like if you tried having a conversation with him, it would be so hard for him not to just dash out of the room so quick 😭

- And in result of his timid, standoff-ish kind of behavior, you would think that maybe he didn’t like you that much, or something like that. in actuality though he is just madly into you and that absolutely scares the fuck out of him because that’s the one thing he can’t control or calculate.

- like usually he’s more of an assertive personality, but when he’s around you he’s so much more calm and relaxed, he’s much more easy going for some reason

- Honestly just talking and getting to know you more and more though, he would loosen up and he would stop acting so weird around you, but his feelings never lessened in the slightest, instead he just kept falling more and more in love with you as becoming a friend of yours.

- After a while, I think he would be super nervous on telling you how he feels, but also in fear that if he doesn’t, something might happen to him and you might not get to know his true feelings. He would honestly be contemplating with himself back and forth for a while until he confided into Dick about what he should do.

- In the end he decided it would be best to just go ahead and tell you, he would set up a cute little area for you guys to talk, he would get flowers and some of your favorite food, anything to increase the chances of you liking him back, and just ask you out for a proper date and how much he liked you.

- He might not seem like it, but he really is a good boyfriend, if you need him, he’s there for you, he will always make special little gestures for you and he shows you how much he loves you by the little things he does really

- His love language is also quality time! So you guys love just relaxing and hanging out with each other at the end of the day when neither of you have anything to do.

-both of you just love dancing around and listening to some of your favorite music, or having some really good music in the back ground while you guys are doing something, (forgot to mention how he actually LOVES your music taste)

- canon: speaking of music, You get him into k-pop, like play a couple Ateez songs for him and next thing you know he’s an atiny, really just anything you like he immediately comes to like it too (plus twice omg)

- if he needs any recommendations for books, the first person he goes to is you, even though he is very smart, he would look at you like you’re Einstein, I mean cmon, Forensic Science?!?! Like that’s so cool to him, he will never forget to remind you how smart and amazing you are, l i would say that both of you are super smart and articulate, such a power couple fr

- omg omg, he will take you out to the most spontaneous but cutest dates ever! Whenever it comes to you, he puts so much more effort into it, like he’ll be planning a date for WEEKS, just so it will absolutely be perfect for you, he honestly tries so hard when it comes to you

- let him watch you do some bookbinding he will find it so cool omg (Also you will DEFINITELY have to let you show him how to do it lol)

- Just imagine, for your birthday, he will buy you a gazillion of your favorite books and albums/records, it’s honestly so cute and he will be there to give you the gifts with a big smile on his face for you to see them (also with your favorite bouquet of flowers ofc)

- You guys usually like to stick inside and keeping it simple, just watching a movie, or having simple fun around the house, honestly those are the best moments you guys have with each other, just being relaxed and spending time with one another, it’s his favorite thing

- Let’s also mention how he actually tries to be the best he can be, and not just as a boyfriend, but a person in general, like he’ll cut back on his drinking when you guys start going out, you motivate him unintentionally to just be better

- Fights can be a little difficult just because sometimes both of you can be a little stubborn on your own opinions, neither of you want to be wrong so it will go own til someone stands down, with communication though, fights like that happen way less frequently and you guys try talking in a way that neither gets super angry

- Overall you guys would be so so cute, both of you are just so funny and happy when you are around each other, you are the most refreshing part of his day and he is the most calming part of yours, it’s so cute omg, like my literal otp

Thank you again for your request! Hope you enjoy sweetheart!! 💖💛

[suugrbunz]

Hiii, saw your requests were hoping and I was hoping I could get a band of brothers ship, if that's okay xx

Appearance wise, I'm 5'3, blue/grey eyes with half bleached (white blonde underneath, brown on top) shoulder length hair. I also wear glasses. She/her pronouns.

I'm a Scorpio and my personality type is ISTP. My love language is definitely quality time! I'm often quite shy when first meeting someone, but when I'm comfortable around them I essentially lose all shame and become the loudest in the room. While my friends describe me as loyal, funny, and kind, they do say I can be very stubborn and unforgiving if someone crosses me.

I'm currently getting a bachelors in forensic science (in my final year actually!). In terms of hobbies/interests, I'm a sucker for a good book and amazing music. My favourite kinds of books are a mix of fantasy or history. However I am currently reading The Last Overland by Alex Bescoby, so I do tend to read whatever looks interesting to me and not just stick to those genres. I find that I spend most of my time listening to any type of music (genre would depend on what I'm feeling, but lately its been a mix songs like Halazia by ATEEZ or labour by Paris Paloma) and just having it playing in the background while doing anything and everything. I also started bookbinding as a hobby last year, which I find very relaxing.

I'm definitely more of a homebody, but if I go out with friends (they usually have to drag me out tbh) I do still enjoy it.

Thank you!! ❤️

hello <3 i hope you enjoy your ship— sorry this took so long love.

꒰ I ship you with . . . George Luz ৎ୭ ꒱

George is someone who will approach anyone he wants to within reason. I imagine you two meet a library, maybe he wasn't reading. He had gone there to support his friend's study habits, not his own. He sees you reading in the library and decides (suddenly) that he wants to read. He grabs a random book and asks to sit by you. That's how you meet. He Lester's you until you stop reading and pay attention to him.

George is someone that falls in love rather quickly

however he doesn't express his love that quickly. It'll take weeks for him the build up the courage. Toye helps him. Even though Toye is rather shy, he isn't shy about hyping up Luz.

Your first date is at a record shop, he suggested it. After a few conversations about music, he decided that a record shop would be a good first date location.

Obviously, you two bought a few record. Some he recommended to you. Some you recommended to him. You split the cost 50/50. He bought your records. You bought his.

Your first kiss was accidental. He was trying to kiss your cheek, something a bit more subtle for a kiss.

Buuuuut...

You inched to the side, slightly and all the sudden lips were touching. Listen, you're both surprised.

Melt with You by Modern English

He will listen to any fact you have to offer him... Actually, you could read to him and he'd genuinely listen.

He seems like he'd give the best attention— very sweet and detail-oriented.

[creativepawsworld]

Can I do that reblog you just did for character questions? I wanna know 4,7,42, and 43 about Anastasia from Silence.

Absolutely I am more than happy to answer anything...

4 - What's their star sign? Do they believe in astrology or horoscopes?

Ana is born April 7, 1894 making her a fiery Aries who has been repressed for years but is finally coming into her own Aries fire like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

She likes the idea of astrology and horoscopes and is quite fascinated by it but hasn't a clue. Esme and Polly will be more than happy to show her a few things about it though, something I am hoping to explore more in the coming chapters now she is out of a job.

7 - Do they believe in God? An Afterlife?

Short answer, yes but she isn't devote.

Ana's paternal grandmother was deeply religious. This was the gran she had a strong bond with, told her stories regarding the shoes, the bonfires etc. So for a long time she went to church with her, followed the word of God but after her grandmother passed, she threw herself into work and religion fell to the way side but she does still believe in God.

She also does believe in an afterlife and believes that James is in heaven watching over her with her grandmother, guiding her along these tricky parts of her life.

42 - Describe their formal wear?

Ana's formal wear would be elegant dresses. Floor length, lace, satin with small embellishments, given off like a fancy rich almost vibe.

One dress in particular was gifted to her by her grandmother for her 21st birthday. It is rarely worn. In fact, it hasn't been worn since her birthday and will only be worn again on a special occasion.

It is a turquoise chiffon dress, with a champagne satin. Finished with silver embellishments and beading. Something like the image below, it would compliment her blonde hair so much. Tommy would fall head over heels for her....again lol.

She isn't a hat kind of girl, so would often skip out on such an accessory however she would wear gloves should the occasion arise.

43 - Do the attend parties or are they homebodies?

Ana is mostly a homebody, mainly because she was such a recluse as a girl. The idea of a boy or a man terrified her so much she spent most of her time in the comfort of her home and her work.

Since being involved with the Shelby's she does have this urge to be seen, as can be shown in some chapters throughout Silence. She is seen to be expanding her comfort zone, going to town events (the bonfire) or having a drink at the Garrison with Polly.

Being with Tommy she will be more present in party like scenes but she will quickly discover she prefers being at home than with a bunch of people she doesn't know.

Hope this answer the questions, even just a little if you have anymore please do not hesitate and ask :) I am happy to provide any and all answers I have.