#i love sketching these two sm it's becoming a comfort

[boyyeahright]

short rest

[chocotonez]

skz w/ a female ninth member (that’s u. :>)

a/n: I’m so sorry you’ve waited for so long lovie, also sorry there’s like no angst in here because we’re here for platonic fun times

cw/genre: fluff, headcanon format, swearing, very brief mentions of criticism towards reader, vague mentions of intimacy (conversations about consent and boundaries), lmk if anything else should be tagged!

-OKAY WHOOHOO

-first of all I can definitely see them both admiring you and coddling you

-they also love teaching you new things but learning from you too

-like being more exposed to feminine aspects of life if that makes sense? obviously they know self care better than most due to their skincare and hygiene regiments but you make it more interesting teehee

-Chan asks u to help him paint his nails and Han adores when you doodle on his face with makeup/eyeliner/lipsticks

-they also try to learn how to be better from you, being a better person and yknow…be a better man (obvs they know their manners but they go from 10/10 gentlemen to 11/10 gentlemen)

-out of habit seungmin always looks over to you during fan signs when a male fan appears

-same with Chan who triple checks your name on Twitter so he can blacklist anyone being weird, you’re like stray kids’ baby and mother hen at the same time

-always calls ppl out on their bullshit if they treat you differently for being girl, whether it be backhanded comments or straight up underestimating you

-you get a room to yourself and if you guys are hanging out and cuddling they’ll always ask, “hey is this ok?? you okay?”

-hyunjin is very emotionally in tune with you just because that’s how he is, so obvs he understands being scared of living w eight other men so they do their best to make u feel welcome and comfortable :)

-when a member grows out their hair for a comeback you like to braid or decorate it while watching TV

-you always end up teasing members if they get into any sort of relationship scandals or dating scandals LOL

-“so…felix, what are your feelings on *idol name*?” and he’s just blushing at the dining table hehehe

-but they also try their best to be there for you, if you have any feelings for another male idol they’ll give you the 411 on the situation hehe

-backstage seungmin just giving aggressive eye contact at the person of your affections

-“no trust me y/n they’ll receive the request for their number telepathically” “you’re going to get security called on us”

-they consider you family at this point they love you sm

-and they always want you to know that they have your back too like??

-they’ll hype up your fancams and always get rid of your nerves or anxieties

-gossiping with lee know at two in the morning when you both can’t sleep

-watching hyunjin paint and him sketching you in the corner of the canvas

-you’ve just become which an integral part of the family they couldn’t imagine life without you

-you’re not just the “female member” of stray kids, you’re just a member or stray kids :)

-hopefully that makes sense

[whorediaries-09]

make confessions 🤍- send in a request and i'll ship you with a character.

Hi!! I love your valentine's day event, the false god theme is so fun, it's my favorite song from lover!!

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Thank you very much!! I hope you have an amazing valentine's day regardless of dates and all!

<3

hi angel, thank you so much for sending this in! <3 false god is my fav song from lover too! it's so underrated.

i ship you with remus lupin!

remus and you would love to read and talk about the books the both of you picked up during the week. and during quiet rainy nights, you'd light up cinnamon candles, putting your head on his lap while he'd read to you, and playing with your gorgeous curls. BUT if the both of you picked up the same book, you'd have contrasting opinions about them and would banter endlessly about who's right and who's wrong. it was a tradition the both of you had since you were friends, but it didn't stop even after you started dating, because it was one of the roots of your relationship.

remus is the mastermind behind the shenanigans of the marauders, and the two of you would pull a few fairly devious pranks on your mates. maybe color sirius' hair in a fluorescent color or maybe change the power on james' glasses or maybe set a few harmless spiders under peter's bedclothing. it was all fun and games until it fired back on both of you.

the two of you have very intense conversations sometimes, discussing about mostly about psychology, literature and art. he likes to listen to you and your views about different aspects. and sometimes if you'd rant about something he didn't have an idea about, he'll learn about it and discuss it with you the other day (and vice versa).

remus loves to sketch, so maybe when you're daydreaming or sleeping, he'll sometimes sketch a portrait. but he'll never show you them, of course. because some of them he'd sketched when the both of you were friends. he didn't know you had your own stock of little paintings and poems about him where you describe every other feature of his in a mesmerizing way. eventually his secret is revealed, and so is yours.

remus wouldn't like your choice of music at the beginning. but it starts to grow on him over the time. because the music reminds him of you, and he feels it's a piece of you and your mind which he wants to keep close by him.

remus was never one for parties and neither were you. so the both of you sulk around when james and sirius run around like little children, drinking endlessly. it's not alcohol or any other substance to abuse, but it sure as hell feels like it. he'd very happy to say the least, to find a sulking partner at parties. it fuels his introverted side, because he knows once the both of you escape the party with pizza boxes tucked under your shirts, you'll open up once again and fill his eardrums with your voice.

at an aspect, of your love for him, it becomes like fire and ice. because he's loathing himself after a dreadful full moon, but you're sitting by him, taking care of him. it melts his poor heart how much you take care of him and how much you love him. but he thinks he doesn't deserve it. he thinks he's holding you bounded. he thinks he's being selfish. but you advice him, and even scold him a little, telling him that being selfish sometimes wouldn't harm anybody. you'd also tell him that if you wanted to not be with him you'd leave him in the blink of an eye. but you wanted him, and loved him, so he could hold you bound as long as he wanted to.

remus loves your affection. he likes how you remember certain details about him and do little things for him. he likes how you ask for permission before you hug him, because he's very sensitive to touch sometimes. he thinks he's living in one of the books the both of you made fun of one day.

all in all, the both of you are blissed with each other! <3

[valleynix]

Mmm yeah Cass my poor baby, she banged half of the castle's staff, in other stories she's also responsible for death of the other half.

She usually has only two things on her mind. Sadly.

Onto better things which is ch.6

Bela and Reader arguing meanwhile Cass is having the time of her life pls I love it, I love her.

Ahhh cuddles with Dani 🥺 so sweet. And she just... radiates such comfort pls. I loved that whole scene with her. I'd trust her with my life.

Another bonding time with Bela with some teasing✨ Reader really got brave there to call her a brat haha

And OMG ANOTHER ONE DOWN WITH THE KISS

SO MANY KISSES LATELY

And I'm happy that they got to spend some time with Cass in her natural habitat too haha.

We've got to see what exactly she's doing in her free time. She does strike me as one that would like to study humans. Be it their literal insides or their mind.

I hope we get to join her for more in the future.

(And damn she does like to annoy the shit out of Bela and get on her sis' nerves, using poor Reader. Also, there are some things to unpack between those two it seems)

With how many happy sweet moments there were, at some point I was like it's going to end soon isn't it? (me every time my life goes suspiciously well lmao)

And I was right 😭 because at the end was this blackout again.

Lastly, I have a question. I've been thinking about it recently, is Daniela not as fluent in English as the rest of her family? She usually speaks with single words or simple sentences. Is that the case? Or is there another reason?

(Happy to hear my struggles to understand what's going on and the journey with this fic is entertaining 😭)

right?? i personally can't stand when people write her like that. she's so much more than just a sadist </3

*Cass lives for drama, i just know it

*I LOVE DANI SM, i did warn you she tends to get better scenes because i'm very biased with her BAHA

*YESS ANOTHER KISS, Bela is bold with initiating and Reader is bold with starting the whole thing off by calling her a brat (she is one, she's just in denial)

*i do like to think Cass is an artist in many ways, like sketching, painting, dissecting humans- all to further her own knowledge, of course, and to find ways to better protect her family :D

*(i am hoping to explain a bit in chap15 about why Bela and Cass are a bit hostile with each other, but i believe i explained it in a headcanon post about their pasts? i can rb it or tag it in this post if you want to read it)

*BAHAHA, i do feel like the angst is definitely weighed out by the fluff/comfort?? like, most of the time, it's not JUST angst, yknow? there's usually some comfort that follows it :D

*there is a reason for it! i can't remember if i actually went into depth about it later on or just implied it, but Miranda severely fucked up Daniela's experiment and the Cadou in her head. it's why she loses control so easily, why she was very much Not Herself in chap4, and why she speaks Like That

it does get much better as the chapters go on and Reader's place in the castle becomes more solidified. she's incoherent and nervous when they're around where you're at, mostly because her thoughts move too quickly for her to accurately articulate what she wants to say, if that makes sense. but as time goes on, you'll see her have full sentences and while she has her moments where she stutters over her words when she's upset, she gets a lot clearer when she speaks >:)

(it'll hopefully make sense as you read more and find out why Miranda didn't care much for their experiments, but i have thought about going further into detail in the upcoming chap when Reader and Alcina have a nice little chat :o)

[tartagliaxx]

i love flowers sm too! so here’s baby’s breath + albedo

- 🥖

“ ALBEDO + BABY’S BREATH ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: albedo/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: baby’s breath | everlasting love, purity, innocence

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship

albedo watched with a fond smile as your feet led you into a slow dance in the middle of a field of wildflowers. he never knew what swirled inside your beautiful, free mind but he did know that whatever came of it was bound to pull him in like two opposite poles — magnetic, resonant calls of the world urging you to find comfort in each other's arms.

"come over here!" he could barely hear you from the distance you managed to put in between in the short amount of time his hand unlaced with yours yet strangely, you felt closer than you have ever been before. it was as if you were shedding the barriers that stopped him from crawling and basking under the warm light of your soul. it as if you were right there, willing and trusting him to keep you close inside his heart and never let go. it was as if—

a gentle touch pulled him back to the land of realities and by the trail of goosebumps it left on its wake, he knew it was yours. instinctively, just as seeking the truth of this universe was to him, he leaned into your touch, hand raising to trap yours that was kindly cradling his cheeks. you let him stare for as long as he wanted, eyes clashing against teal, a color you've been fondest of since meeting him.

"welcome back," you whispered as the clouds in his eyes cleared, something that only came when he was busy drowning in — and enjoying — his undecipherable but intriguing thoughts. a sense of fulfillment, of great innocent love, overwhelmed you when he pulled down your hand to press a kiss on your palm as if saying 'i'm home'.

"what's first on our agenda?"

the silence that he just broke only ever came when you were too busy painting his portrait in the canvas of your mind. otherwise, you would busy yourself with mumbled hazy thoughts or soft lullabies that comforted an ache he never knew he had. with a small shake of your head, you ignored the way albedo's eyes mirrored yours just a few seconds ago in favor of letting the excitement fall again in light showers as opposed to the raring thunderstorm it was before.

"shall we have a walk first?"

"lead the way."

it was not often that you get to keep the ever-busy alchemist to yourself and you had all intentions to make it worth the while. on the other hand, albedo didn't care much for the activities you had planned as long as he can see more of the many versions of your smile. after all, he had his own intentions and his was nobler: to commemorate this day and make sure that your beauty would be remembered as something brighter than the flowers around you.

softly, he whispered your name, allowing the breeze to carry it to you when his volume cannot. there was a shy smile on your lips as you have the vaguest inkling on what he wanted to say. as you turned to meet his gaze, you felt your heart well up with a certain warmth you have grown familiar with because of him.

"may i sketch you?"

you giggled knowing that no matter your answer, he still would anyway. "feel free to do so."

"thank you."

how will this one be different from the hundreds of portraits he had made of you? his eyes scanned his environment, like how he often did when he was out in the field making experimental observations. thousands of flowers, varying colors and tones, and of different names as well. which of them would make the finest bouquet for the finest star? a few seconds of wonder, maybe one of them was even dragged by a hint of bewilderment before his eyes found his pick.

you narrowed your eyes playfully as you recognized the shimmer of mischief in his eyes. he approached you, one hand behind his back, no doubt containing his 'mystery item of the day.' it has become a habit of his: making you hold things he wanted to sketch, letting your form accompany the subject even when it didn't need to be there.

what was it that you expected him to bring? a frog? a lizard? you wouldn't be surprised since he has done that before. still, whatever your imagination conjured up was wrong because lo and behold, albedo, your love and your star, was offering you a bouquet of a certain pristine white flower that branched out in wild, abstract shapes.

"gypsophila paniculata, more commonly known as baby's breath. that would be my subject for today."

you bowed down, trembling hands reaching for the bouquet he kindly offers to you. did he know what it meant? did he mean it? did he finally recognize the effect he had on you, managing to render you speechless with just a bunch of pretty, little flowers?

albedo bit back a subtly cheeky smile. he knew what they meant, of course. he wouldn't have chosen them if he didn't know what they meant.  as he watched you attempt to blink away your flustered state, quite poorly if he might add, he felt a little bad for lying to you. today, his subject would be you, his eternal muse who radiates beauty and innocence. surely, there would be no more fitting flower for you than the ones already in your hands.

"ready?" he called out, lips twitching upward as he watched you jump, an embarrassed state tainting your purity. in albedo's opinion, however, it was that hue that made you even more endearing and he was going to try his hardest to capture that perfectly, as the only things you deserve in this world.

"as i'll ever be."

while your mind wouldn't stop spinning from the dizzying weight the unspoken words told you, his wouldn't stop from the unending possibilities that would come if he just gathered the courage to speak the words he has been meaning to tell you for quite some time.

━━ ☆ NOTES: i spot a fellow flower enthusiast. thanks for joining and i hope you like it! view the rest of the event shorts here! 💐

[ooffies]

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Anon asked: hi!! this is my first time doing an ask- i LOVE youre writing sm and i enjoy everything you make ^^ so i was wondering if you could do hcs for Izuku, Bakugo, Tamaki, and Shigaraki with an s/o who does digital art, but they're kinda self conscious about it cuz they think their art is bad- And like- the characters didnt realize how good their s/o is until they look at an art piece that was left on the screen of the s/o's tablet/computer while they were away from it and are just FUCKING AMAZED- and are just "Why didn't you tell me you were this good-" and maybe even request a piece from them-

Hopefully that made sense- if you dont have time to do it or anything, thats absolutely fine! Anyway- i hope you have a great day/night! Stay hydrated <3

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Izuku, Bakugou, Tamaki, Tomura x gn!reader (separate)

A/n: Ahhhh thank you so much anon that's so sweet of you to say! This is my first time writing for bnha so it might not be great but I still hope you like it! :)

A special thanks to @raes-ramblings for editing this!

❁Izuku❁

Izuku was already aware that you liked drawing

Sometimes you’d show him a quick sketch or two

He’d still encourage you and be your #1 supporter when it comes your art, even though he’s barely seen it

It happened on regular day, classes were over and all the students were settling down and relaxing

You had asked Izuku to go grab your sweater from your room because you were to lazy to get up from the comfortable and very cozy couch in the commons

Once he finished rummaging through your closet  and was about to head out he noticed you left your computer on so he went to turn it off for you

Once he saw your art on the screen his eyes went as wide as saucers do to shock and awe

He was absolutely enticed by the art on the screen

Runs down the common room to gush to you about how amazing he thinks your art is.

He still is very much your #1 supporter and will always shower you with compliments 

❁Bakugou❁

He definitely knew you drew but that’s all he really knows since you never do it in front of him or show him your art

He doesn’t ask about it either because once again he barely knows about it

It was a Friday evening when it happened

You were in your dorm peacefully drawing as you listened to music/podcast or watching a video/show/movie

Without a warning (or even a knock) your door burst open, almost breaking off the hinges

There stood in the doorway was the culprit of your almost broken door, looking at the your poor door and checking to see if broke (because he didn’t want to face the wrath of Aizawa)

He began to stomp towards you but stopped in tracks once he saw your computer screen

He looked at it for a few seconds, his eyes squinting a bit as he was processing the beautiful drawing on the screen

“HUH YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT DRAWING!?!?!”

“WHAT DO YOU “ACTUALLY GOOD” WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME!?!”

“WELL YOU NEVER SHOWED OR TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR DRAWINGS SO I LOWKEY ASSUMED YOU SUC- *AHEM* WEREN'T GOOD AT IT”

“BAKUGOU KATSUKI I’M GONNA PUNCH THE YOUR FACE IN”

After a few minutes of silly arguing and someone down the hall yelling shut up, he began throw out the compliments and praise

He may not be a super vocal supporter like Izuku but he still is your #1 support 

He’ll just chill with you while you draw, you two just vibe together 

He will always ask to see your new art no matter what, he’ll even ask if you ever finished that piece, ect.

❁Tamaki❁

He definitely knew that you drew but didn’t say/ask much since he knew you are self conscious about 

He definitely still supports you saying even though he’s never seen it he sure it’s gorgeous 

It happened very casually compared to the others

It was just a regular day and you two were chilling in your dorm room. You decided to watch some youtube and you pulled out your computer.

Little did you know, you had your program open.

You panicked and moved to slam your laptop shut, but before you could he grabbed your hand gently

“W-wait, that was so cool! I didn’t know you could draw like that!!” 

You started to blush and stutter and he started to do the same after his sudden burst of confidence came to an end 

You both started laughing in the amidst the embarrassment 

After that he became someone you were very comfortable sharing your art with

He also starts to ask you about it and what you’ve been working on

You two will hangout in you're room and relax together while you draw

❁Tomura❁

Didn’t know that you can draw at all

So you’d often go draw in your room for hours on end he got a bit annoyed

He didn’t know what you were doing in there and it bothered him

You could be taking an insane amount of naps, you could be taking a super long bath, you could be playing video games,...... you…… you could be cheating on him……..?

He got up and began rushing to your room, his mind still wondering down the cheating rabbit hole

He slams the door open causing you to let out a blood-curdling scream and throw you pen across the room

“OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU THAT ARE YOU OKAY?” you asked, you throat still recovering from your scream

He looked at the pen on the ground to the computer screen then to the pen again

You got up from your seat and walkover to him, placing your hand on his arm and rubbing it soothingly

“Tomura babe what’s wrong you’re worrying me” 

“Oh you were just drawing” he said slowly wrapping his arms around you

“Oh y-yeah I was ahaha…..” you said with a nervous chuckle cause it just hit you that he SAW your art

“It’s really good”

He supports your art and always compliments you whenever you show him a new piece, he’s someone you’ve become comfortable sharing your art with

He was also super excited when he saw your artist glove (if you have one) because it looked like his quirk cancelling glove. He’ll hold up one of his hands to yours and say “Look we’re matching” with big, stupid, goofy grin 

But you never truly learned what was bothering him that day and it still kinda bugs ya

[beheadable]

💞 for anyone?

I ended up choosing Mont.court because I haven’t really talked about him in a while? Idk I missed him .

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Mont.court’s love reminds Drury of the gardens at Ver.sailles, and rainy nights spent indoors while hidden away from a party. There’s a contentedness felt between the two of them. A general comfort similar to sunsets and warm clouds .

What’s Mont.court and Drury’s relationship like?

- It’s… soft… similar to an ideal romance, but still wonderfully unique .

- It’s full of art of all kinds. Mont.court is Drury’s muse, and there’s a growing collection of poetry and sketches and paintings dedicated to him, he finds it quite flattering if a bit excessive .

- Drury was always drawn to Mont.court’s… oddness, there’s something distinctly different about him and it’s utterly captivating .

- Walks in nature or gardens are a favored past time, especially at sunset. Drury always stops at any roses they find, eager to admire and wax poetic about the beauty of them, though he’s too enthralled with the flowers to notice Mont.court gazing lovingly at him .

- With Mont.court’s first confession of love, he presented Drury with a pale pink rose and a kiss to his palm .

- Pale pink roses become a staple in Drury’s art.

- Mont.court most often shows his affection through words and kisses. Practically lives to see the flush of Drury’s cheeks whenever he whispers sweet words to him .

- Mont.court greatly admires Drury’s passion for the beauty of life, and loves to sit and hold him and hear him ramble for hours on end .

- That’s something big about their relationship, their intense fascination with one another—Mont.court with Drury’s art and passions, and Drury with Mont.court’s beauty and subtle danger .

- Nicknames are constant from Mont.court, always something new that’s just as lovely as the last, though his favorite is soleil .

- Drury’s favorite nickname for Mont.court is (my) angel, and the only one he uses besides love(r) .

- They kept their relationship a secret for quite a while, all for the excitement of secret meetups hidden words .

- How… dramatic… the two of them…

Throwing in an aesthetic board to go with this…

Thanks sm for the ask! 💕

[bukojuiice]

hello bestieee 💞💞 congrats again on your milestone! hoping for more followers for you in the future! 😘💞 may i pretty please get a match-up with a male jjk character? 👉���👈🏼

you already know who i am HAHAHA but anyways, hi hello nice to meet u my name's franz my pronouns are she/her, i love to draw/sketch when i have free time, i also love to read books or fanfics mostly! my idea of a perfect date can be anywhere really as long as it's with someone you click with and while you're with them you just know they are the one char! they are someone you wanted to hang out more with. my personality online differs very greatly from my personality irl lol – i'm more like the edgy type irl HAHAHAH i don't like being around many people all the time so i either just hang out with my close friends or just be by myself in a social event with my phone. i'm easily amused, and i'm also easy to get bored. if i don't click with someone, i really don't bother hanging out with them anymore, because what's the point? sgdjsks n e wayzzz if we're really really close you'll find out i'm a softie and not the antisocial kid who hates people lol and i care so much about my loved ones, i also like to give lil gifts whatever the occasion, or sometimes i just feel like it! my appearance (although you already know that bestie!) is not that phenomenal lol – i have medium length black hair that is hard to tame 🙄 my eyes are slightly slanted i prefer to call it cat's eyes but it's kind of big lmao, my face is chubby now than before, my nose isn't that much as attractive sjsksks and yeah i'm short lmao but i'm taller than my mom so 🤷🏻‍♀️ not sure if this is a cute little quirk but,,,i love leaning my head on my friends' and/or loved ones' shoulders and arms when we're sitting together or just together HAHAHAH i miss doing that tbh also sorry if this is too long bestie! 🤧

hi bestie!!! hMmMm i think you’re a new visitor to my blog and idk you yet, so welcome! 😌👋 chz AHAHAHAH thank you sm for participating in my event franz bestie! ily! 😘

i match you up with...

the terribly aloof but lovable grade 1 sorcerer, nanami kento!

you and nanami would love each other’s company!

the two of you are absolute homebodies who would love to just stay at home. either reading whilst cuddling with each other (your head on his lap or resting your head on his shoulder, his arm draped around you uwu) or watching the newest scary movie or series on netflix with him (although nanami is awfully unfazed by the things the two of you watch most of the time) those were just some of the many things you loved to do with him at home!

To add to that, the two of you aren’t the most sociable people in person, and so, in a way, that’s how the two of you are able to connect with each other the most! basking in the comfort of each other 💗 and despite how cold and reserved nanami is around other people, it’s a total 180-degree shift in his personality when it comes to you! he’s a lot more talkative,  would watch intently as you draw and compliment your pretty art may they be scribbles or doodles, he becomes lively, and there are times when he tends to ramble and rant his heart out whenever the two of you have deep and intelligent conversations!

when you first met him, however, he had his cold and frigid facade radiate around him, and you thought that the two of you would not click at all. but, fate proved that wrong and now the two of you are dorks in love who have so so much love to give to each other. you’re such a big softie for him that you’d give him cute little back-hugs and he’d take you by the hand twirl you around whenever you did so! 💞

 he’s a very domestic boyfriend and nanami would totally be the type to dry, comb your pretty hair, and the one to give in to your cute little temptations and cravings! (like if you want to eat your favorite strawberry-flavored desserts and whatnot!) the two of you are a match made in heaven and you are the reason why the bespectacled sorcerer was able to come out of his shell! (even just a little bit! qwq)

[dvrlingrenjun]

boyfriend!renjun

⇝ a bulleted head cannon on huang renjun being your boyfriend. :: 1.1k words, full on fluff with a tiny bit of angst! renjun x reader. no warnings?

okay listen,,, y'all are probably tired over these things and i'm working on a j.jaehyun fic but renjun suddenly attacked me and i want to cry over him.

and i'm dragging y'all to renjun feels-

before the relationship!

i feel like to you, you would've never known that renjun liked you and it was hard to tell. but to his friends, they would automatically know when he either talks to you or the way he looks at you.

because he doesn't have that fiery gaze at you and doesn't have the urge to roast you. unlike the way he looks at his friends. wHIPPED-

so nct dream being themselves, they would tease him AND you. and when they do you're just ???? what's with all of these teasing about renjun and i???

but after a week, it came to you that renjun likes you. or that perhaps donghyuck low key snitched,,, he doesn't mean in a bad way !! donghyuck wanted to just tease you both (mainly renjun) when you two become a couple. and start arguments with renjun. but shh you never heard that from me.

so you either confess after that or,,, his friends help him lolz. if he ever gained the courage to. (his friends would probably hype him up)

dates with renjun!

he would personally go to your parents/guardians to ask for permission to be your boyfriend AND to go on a date. even if he is anxious about it, renjun just wants the family approval!

of course, he has to meet his future parents and siblings. (if you have any) HHHH

when renjun becomes comfortable with your family, he would still be polite but start calling them moms or dads. why am i crying over this thought??

okay now actually talking about dates.

i don't know what he would do for first dates, but maybe he would want you to try hot pot if you haven't tried yet!

or perhaps draw moonmin together! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) chilling on the grass in the park, just drawing. imagine just him peeking over your paper to see what you're drawing.

he’ll compliment your drawing if you're saying it's bad! but he would still be honest on what he thinks, gives critiques on what could be better! and maybe you could give advice on his drawing too! (if he shows the drawing to you.)

okay!!! concept!!

what if he draws you?? like, ㅠㅠ ♡. take my love renjun please- but he would never show anyone the sketch though, because renjun doesn't want to be teased by people. but if he shows it to you.. show him so much love! like omg how is it so beautiful? you're such an amazing artist what-

i'm getting off topic sorry i just love renjun sm.

pda!

not one to show affection a lot, whether it's public or private. he would rather show them in actions like buying gifts! or randomly taking you out.

but when he's tired? and needs love? he would never let you go when you two are cuddling. you're like: “renjun! i just want water! only 5 minutes!”

“five minutes is too long!” he pouts, hugging you tighter. (not too tight though.)

you'll somehow manage to convince him and when you come back to renjun he’ll be all pouty and sulking that you're not there.

OMGIMCRYINGPLEASE-

and when he sees you, he’ll pull you back under the covers, finally satisfied that you're in his arms. and kissing on your head??? big yes.

otherwise from that he would tease you like there's no tomorrow. (dw he would give you kisses all over your face to make it up!)

kisses with renjun!

.. very hard to get lol, after that first date he would feel the urge to kiss you? but he doesn't want to rush anything so he just let it be, unless you initiate it which he doesn't mind.

but after that, let's say you reach in for a kiss on the lips. he would PURPOSELY move away for joking purposes. renjun would laugh at his action and would actually kiss you this time around.

other than that, i can't really see him anything more than that? maybe make outs but i'm not comfortable writing suggestive(?) stuff. (even when i don't know how to kiss LMAO)

fights with renjun :(

okay renjun is an aries, he easily gets heated and it's hard for him to keep the anger in. other than bantering, i don't think you would actually make him mad.

perhaps that he was having a bad day and you just kept on pestering him which makes renjun lash out.

after the fight.

just give him a few hours of space and he’ll be fine! you weren't the main cause of his grumpiness and he would feel bad that he slightly let it out on you. (he wouldn't really show him feeling bad though?)

it would be hard for him to apologize but of course you're the love of his life so he does apologize! (let's hope you'll accept his apology though djdb)

and everything is back to normal again!

perhaps this will happen again but now you'll know not to pester him as much. we wouldn't want another angry renjun do we?

when you're sad!

renjun wouldn't really know what to do, he wouldn't speak to you about it unless you would want to. until then he would just be more quiet and calm? renjun would hold back the urge to tease and roast you, it wouldn't even be on his mind to be honest. but if someone made you sad? oh gosh that person has 21 people to deal with now because there's no way renjun would let that slide.

he would probably be like “fiGHT ME��� to the person until kun pulls him away before renjun could get into trouble.

but other than that, he would try to be more witty and funny in order for you to laugh and forget about what you're sad about. he would slightly spoil you a bit more if the sadness surpasses a few days.

perhaps like making your favorite food, or tell you about stupid things donghyuck does.

i would say it works about 75%, depending on the story.

overall!

on a normal day, he would lovingly roast the hell out of you. but at the same time he would fight anyone who would hurt you, no second thoughts.

although he is high tempered and doesn't really show affection in the beginning. please be patient with him! after a few months of dating, he would really appreciate that. and slowly but surely give you more love as time passes on!

in conclusion, stan a king, an icon, huang renjun. thank you for my ted talk and reading my love for renjun. ( ˘ ³˘)♡

[oofchris]

⌠ MADISON BAILEY, 19, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, CHRISTINA ' CHRIS ' ANDERSON! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in MACGYVER SURVIVAL SKILLS & NAVIGATION + PROTECTION & ENFORCEMENT; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( speckles of dried paint on fingers, cruising round on a longboard, joints tucked behind ears wrapped in colourful papers ). when it’s the ( sagittarius )’s birthday on 12/27/2001, they always request their PHO from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ mochi, 24, she/her, gmt ⍀

@gallagherintro​

hi uwu, here is a new baby who is not very baby but still a lil baby

 . . . it got quite long so tldr; she’s a stubborn art hoe from california who’s dad died so she’s come to gallagher bc her mom is a professor in the p+e major <3 

parallels

wyldstyle  — the lego movie: 85%

mulan — mulan: 84%

nymphadora tonks — harry potter: 83%

princess fiona — shrek: 83%

robin buckley — stranger things: 82%

here is a full list

HISTORY

potential triggers — car accident, parental death, divorce

so she’s grown up on on the west coast p much ??? her whole life. her mom worked as a bodyguard for sum famous peeps, dad was doctor but occasionally also a medic in the field — they didn’t always see eye to eye and divorced when chris was around nine. it was mostly to do with chris’ future like whether she’d go to spy prep school and follow in their footsteps and her dad didn’t want that for her so they disagreed, and she lived with him instead, living a more or less normal life. her mom then moved away when the opportunity to become a professor at gallagher presented itself, so they’ve really not been close at all since then

lived fairly comfortably, either way her dad had money and her mom sent support too. her father definitely earns less from no longer being in the spy world but he vowed to leave that behind when he divorced his wife and other than a few people from his past popping up unannounced, he kept that vow. they moved around a couple times in order to keep chris safe, and especially when someone did find them ( even if it was friendly ) but mostly grew up in california, and a lot of it is to do with the fact chris loves it there so much

but chris knows about the spy world, what her mom does and the type of school she works at, but it never interested her enough to try and reach out or fight her dad on it as she enjoyed her life 

she remembers her mom as someone stubborn, argumentative, volatile which is the opposite of her dad who was patient, loving and endearing — so it’s a no brainer for her, she loves her dad a lot and he gave up a lot for her while her mom gave chris up for that world, her job, etc aka nada

BUT her dad died in a car accident recently that she was also in but was only a bit beaten up at most ( has some cuts / new scars, learn more below ) leaving her mother to swiftly pick her up and enrol her into gallagher, more to keep an eye on her than anything. 

her mom chose her majors and some of her classes for her, which chris is mad about, but mainly bc looking at what ones were offered she’d def pick macgyver anyway, and her mom argued p+e was a step into the physical and combat side of thing without being too heavy on it ( tho it’s the major she teaches so she’s biased and chris just thinks she wants to be closer ) but tbh ? chris just doesn’t want her mom to be right whatsoever or have the satisfaction of thinking she knows her daughter in anyway at all but she knows if she went undecided she’d probably pick those up again in her second year so she’s just ‘ going with it ‘ begrudgingly as if she has no choice

PERSONALITY

extremely stubborn, which she gets from her mom, would rather ruin her life than go back on something or admit she was wrong, if she apologises for something she'll find a way to do it where she's not actually ever saying the words ' im sorry ' or ' i was wrong ' and would rather start another argument than do that — but obviously she loves other people apologising to her

she is generally nice ??? i just think she can be irritated easy ?????? like a bit of a hot head tho she'd argue she's chill, she is mostly chill but likes to debate, be right, and can be very my way or the high way at times — i’ll figure her out more as i play her bc i can’t tell if she’s mean or not but i don’t think so, just a bit tougher than she needs to be 

in my head she’s like a seb/luc hybrid so . . . take that as you will 

doesn’t dislike gallagher ( mostly ) but thinks all the legacies — even tho she technically is one, she doesn’t identify as one — are entitled spoiled brats and should get their heads out of their ass, doesn't like that being a legacy is even a thing though a lot of it definitely comes from her bitter resentment towards her mom and how she'd have rather leave her and her dad than leave the spy life hbsjhbsjhb also i think bc of her mom she has level 5 clearance which . . . she’s not complaining about but definitely complaining that clearance levels are even a thing, she’s gonna contradict herself a lot, i feel it

MISC

i THINK she’s only arrived, like, at the start of spring semester tbh, she wasn’t here for fall so she is new new

halfway through her first year at stanford studying art alongside film and media as a minor before her mom brought her to gallagher — which she's kind of not happy about like she understands her dad didn't want it for her, she also wanted to just stay in california but the only family she has now is on her mom's side.

she's still enrolled at stanford, though dropped her minor, and is studying online for her major as she's made it clear to her mom she doesn't want to be a spy so she pulled a few strings with the stanford admission board to allow her studying to continue ( idek if this is allowed i'm just pretending her mom is powerful enough to do it ) — it was a big reason chris agreed to come to gallagher, not that she had much of a choice, bc she wants her ‘ normal ‘ life and her ‘ normal ‘ degree regardless of being at a spy school

only her mom calls her christina and she actually hates it so pls dont unless you are trying to get on her bad side — also she probs avoids her mom like the plague so don’t bring that up either

often covered in little cuts and bruises from her skating but she’s got two fresh / soon to be scars on the left side of her face on the top of her cheek bone and on her jaw from a shards of glass when she was in the car accident — she is the type to pick her scabs until they bleed again, too, so i picture her with loads of little scars especially on her hands, elbows and knees

she did learn self defense from her dad growing up and she has studied jiujitsu and akido since she was around thirteen, she also boxes but it's more casual like for stress and stuff rather than something she takes overly seriously

she likes surfing, diving, enjoys the kind of world that exists underwater where it's just peaceful and calm so she will be around the lake a lot / at the pool if you need to find her

she’s 5’3 and never wears heels

pansexual and while it might change i wanna say she's not overly sexual, like wouldn't have hookups for no reason ?? but potentially some one night stands or drunken mistakes or whatever. doesn't look down on sluts but i think she doesn't have the most confidence in that area, or in self esteem in general, so she'll ??? only really have a frequent thing if she feels Hella comfortable

the type to have crushes tho, but not act on them at all bc again self esteem issues 

bit of a tomboy, skater, stoner — though she wouldn't identify as one — really loves movies and can be a proper filmophile, probably has more film soundtracks on her spotify unwrapped than she does actual artists and don't get her started on Women— in film bc she won't stop 

very active, sporty, probs trying to parkour around campus

enjoys painting, sketching, simply creating things — often is filming, riding a longboard, working on some kind of little project she'll take too seriously but won't show people until it's perfect

is a little pretentious at times ??? doesn't necessarily mean to be but if it's a debate on a topic she's passionate about ( such as art, film, etc ) then she will try to ensure you know just how knowledgeable she is on it, she's not afraid to flex but she wouldn't outwardly flex for no reason if that makes sense 

she also . . . feels p dumb at gallagher tbh, a lot of her strengths lie in her creativity and art and now she’s very ??? wtf am i doing ?? but she will continue to act like she knows !

can speak english, french, german and spanish all pretty fluently, italian well enough to get by, knows a bit of japanese bc she’s . . . a weeb sometimes but also bc of her martial arts

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY / CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ( SPY ) — so this would more than likely be before her parents divorce, but she’s not against keeping in contact a little if she liked you, it could have also been a family who reached out to her dad afterwards because while he’d move away / hide his location promptly after, he would still help them if they needed it ( 1 / ? )

FAMILY / CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ( NON SPY ) — same thing, but would have probably been after the divorce, just normal families that her and her dad knew, neighbours, work colleagues, school friends, would more than likely have also needed to be west coast sorta area but if your muse was there briefly, they could have kept in contact once they’d left ( 0 / ? )

LEGACIES — she potentially . . . won’t like you if you’re a legacy and you are egotistical / assholey even a tiny bit, bc that basically proves her argument that they’re ALL like that jshbjsbjs but i wud like her to have legacies that she . . . hates that she likes as well, i think she’ll realise p quickly most are fine lmao

ART HOES — whether they’re into painting as well and they do it together or they let her paint them !

SMOKE / SKATE BUDS — one or the other, both, whatever !! 

A HOOK UP THAT’S EITHER ALREADY HAPPENED OR GOING TO — in my head she’s a bit ??? w sex tbh so maybe plot this out a bit more but can be a ?? positive relationship or a negative one idm

CRUSHES !!!!!!!!! — she’s not even been at the school long but im certain she probs has some already

i’m not good w wanted connections so pls just hmu if u have ideas and as usual like dis for plots / jus message me, i’ll be on discord !! if you don’t have/use discord just message me first on tumblr bc otherwise i wont realise jhbsjhbjhbsj

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hellooo once again. Y’all the Aragorn ship was to die for so I’m back asking for a Dc ship pls. I am 5’1, with an athletic build, tanned brown skin, dark brown eyes, and medium wavy black hair. I wear purple cat eye glasses and have either one of three styles - tomboy, edgy, or preppy (it depends on my mood). I would like to be shipped with a male. My pronouns are she/her. I’m an intp-a. Im quite the sarcastic person and have a witty sense of humor. I’m quite cunning and clever person as well. I tend to thrive on my own and am very much a lone wolf. Im very content with living in my own world in my brain and forgetting the existence of reality. That however doesn’t mean I’m quiet. When it comes to a topic I’m interested in I can go off for hours. I’m a bit standoffish when you first meet me. That’s usually due to my intense need to hide my feelings and pretend I don’t have any (oops). As a result I can come off as having the emotional intelligence of a goldfish. But I do care it just takes me a while to open up. As for hobbies I love art. Ive been an artist since the age of nine and am getting my degree digital art now. As for fine art I love sketching, printmaking, wood carving, and cut paper. As for digital art I tend to stray towards graphic, visual effects and video game design. I also adore art history. My favorite artists to study being Botticelli, Leonardo Da Vinci and Raphael. I love gaming and watching movies as well. My favorite games are rpg and my favorite movies are either sci fi, historical fiction, historical thriller or fantasy. Apart from that I’m quite active as well. I adore working out. I kickbox and weight lift most days of the week. It helps me get my stress and energy out. My preference of love language is acts of service. I’m pretty sure my least is physical touch. I’m NOT comfortable with people (even if it’s my friends/family) giving me physical affection. I just get really awkward and tense up. Thank you sm once again. Y’all’s so talented with these ships.

Hello for DC I ship you with:

Aquaman 🐟

And

Batman✨

- the two love the way how badass you are and how you handle your own. You have quite the upper strength being your a super assassin.

- your quite the looker as well often going from your usual self to hiding in a black assassination suit. Often handling a sniper with your wicked eyesight.

- you were a good fighter since batman trained you. You became a good fighter as you trained with him you fell in love with his bad boy persona.

- Aquaman met you through batman often showing you around Atlantis. You have your own armor but you prefer the suit. You were Batman's partner for a while.

- batman isn't touchy he's very cold towards people. He would rather let you touch him. Aquaman good luck with that the guy is a bear he hugs you all the time.

- both would fight over you when your on a mission in the justice league. The two would try to win your affections.

- batman is a playboy but you caught his attention when you trained with him. He saw you as someone who's independent and strong.

- Aquaman liked you when you helped in Atlantis even agreeing to go out with him.

- Batman's wedding would be by his cave often living a life in a mansion. You wear an elegant dress while he wears a tuxedo. Your children have black hair with a built body with your brown eyes. They become the next batman.

- Aquamans wedding would be by Atlantis you wear your own armor and your royalty. Your children are hybrids having your brown hair and athletic build with his eyes. They are the next royalty to the throne.

Well that's all I have for now:

Ta ta 💫

[whorediaries-09]

Happy birthday in advance!! Hope you have an amazing day and that this year brings you loads of happiness and love! My exams end on the day of your birthday so here's to hoping that we both have a fun 23rd 🤞😙

you wanted to have fun 🪶- send a request asking me to ship you with a character.

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!!

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I love all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! I enjoy working out and I'm really good at tennis and badminton.

My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Thank you! ❤️

hello sweetie! thank you for the wish and sending in a request! (i'm also taking my exams rn but they end on 25th 🥲) also i feel like i must ask you this, have you requested a ship on my blog before (probably for my valentine's event)? i feel like i've written a ship for either you or someone else really similar to you. let me know haha!

i ship you with remus lupin!

remus and your love is paradoxical. every time you're being affectionate to him and being so loving with him, and he thinks he's a monster and doesn't deserve your love. he thinks it's so selfish of him to 'bind' you with him. you're smothering him in love he doesn't think he doesn't deserve. but you know him better than he knew himself, and every time him tries to resist the things you do to take care of him, you scold him, because he deserves every bit of love. so, from resisting you washing his wounds from a particularly full moon to him accepting your love and affection for him, the both of you have come a long way.

remus would be lying if he said that he liked your music taste, because in reality he doesn't. it's not bad, but just something he wouldn't personally listen to. but he comes around, slowly enjoying it. mainly because he'll enjoy whatever makes you happy. he just loves you a whole lot.

remus lupin and you have in-depth conversations about books. the both of you have a similar taste in books. you have your own little "book club", which really has two members, you and him. the both of you sit down and have hours long conversations about the book either of you read over the week, and it just seems never-ending. you and him will analyze each character, breaking them down. yours and his friends know not to interact with either of you when you're discussing about a book.

you and him also have some intense conversations about other things. a few things that somehow are highly anticipated but kind of scary too. it's your idea of quality time. sometimes you'll sketch him, sometimes you'll write him poems. you see his beauty that nobody seems to see or decipher. you see him in a light nobody can see. because he's your eternal muse.

hopefully the ship didn't disappoint! have a nice day/night ahead :)!

join my celebration!

[nordic-breeze]

Arthur Morgan headcanons

I first decided I wasn’t going to do this as it’s been done so many times already but hey, there’s no such thing as too much Arthur love - or smut – so have my SFT and NSFT Arthur Morgan HC’s that no one asked for. The relationship ones are written with a female reader in mind, but many of the bullet-points are gender neutral. Split into single, new relationship/first time and long-term relationship.

NSFT - the smutty ones under the cut. 18+ content!

SFT - clean

Single

Has convinced himself he’s not ever going to find love, or that anyone will ever love him or desire him :’c

Nevertheless longs for someone to share his life with

Don’t let the coarse exterior fool ya, he’s a romantic at heart <3

Deep down, he still has a faint hope…

Often thinks about what he could’ve had

Especially when he sees people in love

Then does his best to divert his attention to something else – no point in dreaming about something you’ll never have

New relationship

Sketches you all the time in his journal

He soon needs to buy a new journal

This is the first sign he’s become smitten by you

Around where he likes to sit at camp will be crammed with pencil splinters

Because he constantly has to sharpen his pencil

He does wonder what you’d think of his drawings of you but does not dare to show you

Wouldn’t dream of it

“They ain’t much to see anyways”

If you ask to see his drawings, he won’t say yes right away

First time he shows you one of his sketches of you, he’ll act all cool about it

He’s not cool about it

When you tell him you love it, he can’t quite believe you

Surely you’re just saying that to be nice

More conscious of his appearance when you’re around

And by ‘more’ I mean his appearance actually touching his mind at all

So many stolen glances

Thinks about asking you for a dance

Doesn’t dare asking you for a dance

Can’t believe it when you ask him

Doesn’t get you’re flirting with him

Or, if he does, he’s sure you’re just joking or being sarcastic

He would not believe in a million years someone as wonderful and lovely as you would be interested in him

No matter what, you will have to take the first step

Needs a lot of assurance

Thinks he’s not worthy of your love and that you deserve better

He will get over that but it will take some time

Long-term relationship

Here we’re talking several months, years even

He’s still prone to a short temper but has cooled down considerably

However, his coarseness is NEVER EVER directed at you (or your children if you have any)

He never forgets your anniversary or your birthday

Will not expect you to remember his

Always happy when you do even if he brushes if off as nbd

Always helps out making dinner and with the dishes even when he’s tired from a long day’s work – he knows you’re tired too

Loves to watch the sunset with you as you rest your head on his chest

Loves holding your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin

If you get pregnant, he’ll do everything, and I mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g

He’ll be a nervous wreck tho

But he’ll be the best dad

He’ll play with the children for hours

Maybe a tad bit overprotective but can you blame him after everything he’s been through

Can’t believe how lucky he is

If married he will look at and touch his wedding ring every so often, even after years and years, he still can’t believe his dream of having a family came true despite all odds

Sketches his beautiful family every day

NSFT/NSFW

Single

Not into casual sex or soliciting prostitutes

Has done so a few times in the past, mostly when younger, like late teens to mid-20’s

But there came a time when such casual encounters would leave him feel nothing but empty and hollow inside afterwards as he’s alone once again

Because of that, and for other various reasons, he chose a life of celibacy

But longs for someone to hold (him) close at night

Despite never being with anyone, he rarely masturbates

Self-care is not his thing, never has – and that includes masturbation

He does occasionally to release pressure – purely to indulge in a bodily need, but never allows himself to enjoy the touch

He feels like he doesn’t deserve pleasure

Therefore doesn’t have much stamina

And often ejaculates in his sleep

Not interested in hearing (about) other people’s sex lives

But unavoidable as there usually isn’t much privacy at camp

He’s overheard (and seen) his share of couples going at it, both members of the gang in camp (so awkward) and strangers out in the wilderness alike

Sill always makes him feel awkward (and even more lonely)

New relationship /first time w/someone new

Soooo touch-starved

Again, he needs a lot of assurance – I mean A LOT

Be prepared to be the one who initiates sex in the beginning

It’s not that he doesn’t want to

He’s got self-esteem issues that boy

Be patient with him

He prefers it if you take the lead

Not to be anyone’s buzzkill but when it comes to sex, he’s pretty vanilla through and through

No particular kinks one way or the other

And no ‘sharing’

Although, he totally got a praise kink – it’s due to his self-esteem issues

He worries too much that he’ll inavertedly hurt you or that you’re doing something you don’t want to

Maybe that’s why he prefer to bottom in the early parts of your relationship

Seduction tips? His biggest turn-ons are:

You biting your lip, giving him *that* Look™ as you slowly start to unbutton his shirt

Whisper in his ear that you’ve been fantasizing about him

Tell him about those fantasizes of yours – in detail

Too much of these though, and he’s prone to premature ejaculation

Needs to build stamina

He’s insecure about most things in life, and that certainly includes lovemaking and his ability to please his partner

He hasn’t been with anyone in a really long time

He really wants to learn though, like a piece of clay ready to be formed

He really loves it when you take his hands and guide them to where you want them, showing him where – and how, you want him to touch you

Rest assured, he’s a quick learner

He loves how your body start movin’ and the sounds you make, OhMyGod the sounds!!! The whimpering, grunting and moaning – and it’s all because of HIS touch

Say his name – no, moan his name

He loves the sight of you taking him in your hand and guiding him inside you

He’s really working on that stamina of his

He absolutely loves your orgasm face

And he absolutely MUST look at you as you climax – every time

And best of all – HE is the one that makes you feel so good

That really gets him off

He is absolutely the guy that values his partners pleasure over his own

Though he wants to be the one doing the pleasuring

Is kinda important for his confidence-boost

He completely melts when you pull him close and kiss and cuddle him afterwards

He kind of expected you to push him away

So happy when you do the opposite of that

Cuddles your hair and kisses you back

Loves it when you to fall asleep in his arms, either with your head on his chest or as little spoon while he is big spoon

Long-term relationship

Arthur’s certainly grown more confident

He knows you desire him and want him. It took, like, forever but he’s learned to believe he’s worthy of love and that he deserves to be happy

He’s got no qualms about taking you right then and there if he gets the urge (given that privacy allows it)

He’s stopped asking five times first every time, he knows you want it too

He knows just what to do to get you in the mood and how to please you

He’s more into quickies now than in the beginning

Like, way more

If you’re bending over the kitchen table when he comes in, don’t be surprised if he pulls up your skirts and takes you right there and then, pinning you to the tabletop

But most of all, he loves slow and tender lovemaking, the kind that lasts for two hours, including foreplay

He’s pretty vanilla all in all

Lovemaking is intimate and personal

And as much a spiritual experience as a physical one

His stamina has grown, he can last for quite a bit now

But second rounds are fewer and further between

He’s not in his twenties any more, and he’s often tired from labor work (and if applicable, playing with your children)

But he still wants to make love to you every night – and you almost do

Enjoys most positions but prefer the good’ole fashioned missionary coz loads of skin and eye contact, also kisses

But certainly don’t mind you being on top

Just – as long as there’s a lot of skin contact!!! Touches, fondles, cuddles and kisses and our boah will be in awe

Is perfectly fine and comfortable with oral – more than happy to give, don’t expect anything in return.

He just loves sm makin’ you feel so good

Loves how he is the only one that gets to touch you like this, and make you writhe and moan like this

Ofc, you’re more than happy to return the favor in any way he likes

Loves nothing more than to fall asleep with you in his arms ^^

[artificialqueens]

i hope you've got the time [to keep that air between your lungs]  (Trixya) - PinkGrapefruit

[trixya soulmate au]

A/N - this has taken me way too long. thank you to meggie and frey for being the angels they are and getting me through this in one piece - i love them both more than they know. enjoy!

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Seeming when I’m older that it’s younger how I feel

Learning that you only get the raw end of the deal

First one to the finish line, but the last one left to know

Second place adorns you no matter where you go

It started on a Monday, except it didn’t - not really.

It started on the day she was born, in a small town in Russia where the rain hadn’t stopped for three days and everyone was a little on edge. It started when the doctor, a sweet old man from St Petersburg, announced loudly, “It’s a girl!” and then, much quieter and with a little sorrow, “and she has a soulmark.” It started when she was five and asked her mama why she had a flower on her arm, and the woman cursed and told her to be quiet, because ‘good girls don’t ask questions.’ When she never heard of the word ‘soulmate’ spoken in the small town she grew up in, not a speck of blood in the snow as the lily rooted its way into the crook of her elbow. When she cried going through test after test to see if they could remove it, uproot it. When a nurse tried to pull the lily out, tried to yank her second heart straight from her arm. It started when they moved to the USA when she was eight, her father explaining in a hushed tone that the small ‘sm’ in her passport wasn’t anything special. And then it changed.

It changed in seventh grade when they did a lesson on soulmarks in biology and the teacher was so proud to show off the daffodil on the back of her neck that Katya almost cried. It changed when she watched Alaska’s black dahlia start to uproot itself from her calf midway through a sophomore baseball practice because she saw an exchange student through the fence - their eyes meeting for a brief second before a petal fell onto the grass next to them. She watched them fall in love, until the flower had long removed itself, leaving a faint outline of the flower that had scarred under her skin. It changed when she learned she was one in a million - an urban myth, a soulmate. Half of a whole, unbreakable.

It changed when she met Trixie.

Well I’ve been out to Austin, back to Boston

Where I’ve been

Following the highways in my hand

It’s a Monday in spring and Katya is 19, but she feels like she’s 30. The cold of Boston has started to dissipate; instead, a warm breeze tickles her ankles through the DIY rips in her jeans. She is that kid, and she is proud of it. Her long sleeves cover the slight protrusion of a soulmate mark, but if you were to look closely enough, you could make out the raised stem of a lily following the river-like path of her veins under the white jersey.

She raises her keep-cup to her lips, lets the bitterness of the coffee overrule the sap that’s filling her mouth more and more often these days, the flower routing deeper into her body with each passing day. She hums to herself as she sketches, letting her ankles catch the sun a little as she sits on her coat on the Charles River Esplanade. Katya is majoring in mechanical engineering at MIT with a minor in women and gender studies - something she finds almost fulfilling when she isn’t frantically sketching out a design that would have been done weeks ago if it wasn’t for the new girl in her team. She’s bright blonde, wears heavy makeup and big, pink dresses to the lab; it’s a different kind of feminine to Katya’s messy hair, messy jeans, messy aura of comfort, and she isn’t necessarily intimidated, but she is stressed. And distracted.

“Who in their right mind wears a dress to the engineering labs?” she’d whined down the phone to Alaska after the girl’s first day. “It didn’t even cover her knees.”

“As if you cared about her safety,” croaked the girl, knowingly. “You’re just a whore who can’t focus.”

“And you’re paying for a linguistics course?” Katya bit back, laughing as she said it.

As she’s lost in her thoughts, a text comes through. She chuckles as she reads it, types out a hasty reply before throwing her possessions into her rucksack. She drains her coffee, ready to return to the flat and see what in the name of hell is going on.

“Your lollipop came round,” yells out Alaska before Katya has even locked the door. The girl shakes off her jacket and stands on the back of her Docs to get them off, shot-putting the cup into the sink from the doorway and letting out a little whoop when it goes in on the first try.

“My lollipop? That’s new,” she responds, launching herself onto the couch with a huff.

“Lollipop, Candy Cane, Sugarplum Fairy? They’re all the same to me.” The girl rubs the scar on the back of her leg subconsciously, checking her watch as she does so. “Shouldn’t Sharon be home by now?” she questions, reading the ache in her leg.

“Said she set off a few minutes ago,” reads Katya from Alaska’s phone - the other girl grabbing it off her when she realises.

She stands up, potters into the kitchen to make a fourth cup of coffee and tries to start a conversation over the whistling of the kettle.

“So Trixie was here?” she yells over the din, answered only by the nodding of the giant space buns sticking up from the back of the couch.

“Uhuh, said something about a double major being shit and meeting somewhere at six-ish.”

“Alaska, you bitch!” she shouts as she checks the time on the oven. It’s five forty-five and she’d promised to meet Trixie at a little cafe twenty minutes away (not that she’d realised, the river seemed to speed up time).

She sprints out the door like she’s on a mission. She sort of is.

When I go back to Wisconsin

And when I come home again

Has anybody out there seen my man?

Trixie never intended to do engineering. She intended to do fashion design and become, well, a fashion designer, but life doesn’t always go the way you plan and, like a cat afraid of water, she’s swimming now.

She switched to MIT in her third year because she was told she could, decided to swap design to design engineering and then mechanical, because two days before school started again, she was told they weren’t running that course - double majoring in biology too, because why the hell not. She thinks like a fashion design student, but works like a physicist - something that’s made her very few friends in the new course, but someone she appears to be especially at odds with is Katya. It’s not a cruel rivalry - nothing about it is malicious or rude, they’re just very different. Katya thinks like an engineer and dresses like an edgy art kid, Trixie - doesn’t.

It’s been three months since she got there and she feels she should probably make peace. It’s definitely her own choice, not the spines that are tearing holes in her clothes as they slowly extrude from her arm. The way they twist in her vein like a bad cannula, bruising, til her arm looks like a galaxy and her freckles are the stars. She’s started bandaging over the worst bits, the spikes getting stuck in her coats, so when she takes them off, they pull and tug. She’s not stupid, she knows what it means. But she doesn’t have to be excited about it.

He parents had always explained soulmates very nicely and concisely, and like they were a choice. Like she didn’t have to have one, like it could go away. They’d said ‘Trixie, darling, that cactus isn’t everything, you are more than it,’ and yet she’s always treated it like it was. Like it ruled her destiny - she believes it does.

They meet on a sunny Monday in April, Boston raining intermittently, but the sun trying its very hardest, like a halogen bulb about to blow. She reckons she has enough time to redress her arm before the other girl arrives, takes a seat in a comfy armchair by the window, ripping off the cover like it isn’t pulling out parts of her heart - tiny needles that were once veins. Maybe it’s because she has her eyes closed in pain that she doesn’t notice Katya. The girl floating in, pausing at the counter to get a refill in her reusable cup and pulling out a metal straw for Trixie as she sits down opposite. She looks in awe at the Gymnocalycium in the crook of her arm. How its tiny spineless flowers sit flush to the skin, while the rest seems like it’s jumping out.

“So,” she says, breaking the silence. “Hi.”

Coming home reminds you that you ain’t got long to go

‘Til you can’t make it to the mailbox, not in all this snow

I hope you’ve got the time to keep that air between your lungs

I hope you’ve got the hand to pull the plug when that day comes

Their tutor calls them into her office on an unusually hot day, both women sweating under their respective overalls and cotton dress. Katya feels the heat like it’s under her skin, splitting muscle from fat with a hot layer of wetness that makes her shiver a little. She’s the sweatiest woman alive, or so she likes to say, but the stuffiness of the basement office isn’t helping the way her skin crawls under the chino cloth. Trixie, despite being significantly less covered, doesn’t seem to be faring any better. The humidity makes her skin flush the colour of cyclamen flowers in the summer.

Katya feels a tug in her arm as she watches the girl listen intently. It’s like the lily has a mind of its own, and she’s not stupid, but she’d like to keep her denial for a little bit longer. It smells like pink gin and tastes like comfort.

“I want a paper on the advancement of bionic prosthetics on my desk in two weeks. It’ll be 20 percent of your final grade,” the teacher drones as if it hasn’t crossed her mind how absurd of a task it is. It probably hasn’t, and it makes Katya’s blood boil in a way that she isn’t so willing to chalk down to heat or some form of ailment that this flower is definitely giving her. Can you boil sap? She vows to google it when she gets home.

They leave in a discontented silence, Trixie thumbing the loose edge of her bandage as they let the slight breeze remove the sheen of moisture covering them. The light hurts their heads a little, but so does the assignment, so they can’t win. Katya texts Alaska a series of angry emojis and the girl replies with a squid.

“Two weeks? Fucking ridiculous,” Trixie mutters under her breath, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted slightly as she stomps down the stairs ahead of the other girl.

“I know!”

They sit in a huff on the cool concrete steps of the main block. The height of the building casts a shadow that they bask in as they grumble, each wondering how exactly they got stuck together.

“How do we do this?”

“How much do you like the library?”

Well I’ve been out to Austin, back to Boston

Where I’ve been

Following the highways in my hand

After two days, they have a permanent table in the library. It’s in a private study room off to the side, which the librarian has stuck a reserved sign on. When Katya goes to ask who’s reserved it, the woman just hands her a key and the rest is history. It’s nice though, they can leave their notes there instead of taking them home and forgetting them (after Trixie did that one morning, Katya didn’t speak to her for four hours).

The shorter girl thanks god that her minor finished months ago, is almost grateful that this project means she won’t have to do any more stupid things at the same time. She feels something that could almost be called empathy for Trixie, her biology professor throwing lab work after lab work at the girl, like she’s a women’s softball player and not an overworked college student. Trixie can play softball, that’s just not the point.

She divulges this information when Katya returns with two coffees, a black for herself and a sakura latte for Trixie. She doesn’t point out the irony that the girl is willing to drink the thing that’s killing her, doesn’t think they’re there yet. They discuss the ins and outs of everyone’s favourite lesbian sport and there are points where Katya even laughs.

They are high on life and caffeine when they lean in, slow, tense. The air feels humid and full of pent up stress that drips down the walls like wet paint - smells like despair and tastes like tea leaves. Katya takes two fingers, tucking Trixie’s blonde hair behind her ear before moving them under her chin, pulling it up, so it is angled in a way that leaves her vulnerable. She looks so pretty, eyes closed and lips parted and they almost forget where they are. Then the clock strikes eleven and Trixie’s eyes snap open. She is like a Cinderella when she realises how close their lips are (an inch, maybe less), and she jumps away like she has been burned. Like Katya’s fingers were candles, flaming and hot.

Katya wishes for a second that she had not felt the flower’s roots loosen around her lung, snake their way out of her aorta and her small intestine for a second there. It would make it all easier to accept as Trixie runs out of the room in a state of panic. The dark blonde reaches for the dredges of her coffee, downs what is left as she rubs on the protrusion taking up her forearm. When she coughs, she feels it shift and it hurts. She supposes the pain reminds her she is alive. She wishes it wouldn’t.

When I go back to Wisconsin

And when I come home again

Has anybody out there seen my man?

After a few more days of quiet working, Katya notices something. It’s not a subtle change, comes rather suddenly, but the girl she is working with looks different. Trixie has lost weight, her eyes are hollow and dark as she flicks the pages of research they have been doing for hours. Her hair, that once glistened like it contained the sun, looks limp and flat. There is no sheen, just plain yellow. She has to work up the nerve to ask what has happened as the girl sips her water.

“Are - are you okay?” She hates the way her voice breaks. She hates how Trixie’s voice sounds even more.

“Uhuh, peachy,” comes the other girl sardonically. Her voice is unnaturally hoarse as if she has been screaming for days on end. Katya winces at the sound of it.

“Are you sure? You don’t look well.”

Trixie turns, makes eye contact with her for the first time in days and it’s like Katya was  looking through a façade as she sees her skin grey under the warm lights of the study room.

“My body is a temple that has been overtaken with weeds,” she chuckles and the other girl wants to make a joke about poetry slams and spoken word but, ironically, she cannot find the words. She does not know the prayers to make this go away.

They return to the complacent silence they held - it is not comfortable but it does not feel so much like thorns.

When Katya gets home that night, she falls onto the couch, eyeballing Sharon and Alaska cuddling, but more so the Thai food they have spread on the coffee table.

“’Lasky, Shar-Bear,” she starts, earning a cold glare from Sharon and a gesture towards the food. She picks up a random noodle dish and helps herself as she continues. “I think Trixie is the one.”

“Trixie?”

“Lollipop, Candyfloss, Barbie - That one, yes.”

“And she’s the one?” Alaska’s eyes narrow, she might have known this, but the urgency with which the idea is being conveyed now frightens her a little as she melts a little further into Sharon’s side.

“Yes,” replies Katya, mouth full of noodles, “And I don’t know what to do.”

“How much time you got?” enquires Alaska’s partner, muting the television less out of common decency and more pure nosiness. Katya pulls up the sleeve of her sweatshirt, reads the lily like one would read a watch. The marks and clocks are rather similar in their idea, she muses to herself, although only one predicts your death. She doesn’t think any deeper into that.

Sharon mutters something under her breath that sounds like 'Jesus,’ but could have easily been anything else.

“You might want to work fast, Kitty-Cat, that flower isn’t gonna wait much longer.” As Katya looks down, the penultimate petal falls off - she inhales sharply. Sharon definitely mutters 'Jesus’ this time.

Hippodromes and hedons sipping Seagram’s from my mug

Pills at all the parties that we sweep beneath the rug

Figuring that loving’s just the kind of dice you throw

Can a cactus and a lily find a common pot to grow?

It ends on a Monday too.

Trixie keels over after they have handed in their paper, a couple of pages tear-stained and one slightly darkened (although Katya swears she did not spill coffee on it). The blonde falls into Katya’s arms as they walk down the shallow steps outside the main building; it’s almost in slow-motion as the girl has to reach to grab her safely. She retches a couple of times as she lays there, eyes streaming as she holds her stomach like it’s falling apart.

It feels like it is.

Trixie’s always wondered if cacti have spikes on their roots, and, based on this moment and this moment alone, she truly believes that they do.. She feels every organ is being squeezed, the air forced out of her lungs, acid out of her stomach and blood from her heart. Her pulse is simultaneously skyrocketing and bottoming out, and her mouth is filling with the artificially sweet taste of sap. Her mama always told her that she would never have to know what it’s like to never find your soulmate, and the worst part is that she did find hers. All five feet and four inches, with dirty blonde, messy hair; paint splattered rucksack and ripped jeans; loves books but loves maths more, nerd. But she can still feel the roots of her love tearing her up inside as she looks into Katya’s eyes through the sheen of tears.

She cannot hear what is being said through the pounding of her heart and the all-encompassing ripping of her organs. It’s like a violin playing Dvorak’s 'New World,’ but the strings are loose and the bow is torn up and there is no sheet music. It’s an awful cacophony of suffering and hopelessness.

She does not feel when she closes her eyes.

She does feel when everything stops.

Well I’ve been out to Austin, back to Boston

Where I’ve been

Following the highways in my hand

When their lips touch, Katya wants a cosmic supernova. She wants to feel a universe expand and collapse in a second between them, some fiery explosion that tells her this is right. She needs bright lights and flashing words in the sky, 'congratulations dumbass’ spelt out in fireworks. She gets none of that.

Instead, she feels the unmistakable tug of heartstrings as they pick up a song she’d long forgotten, years after dropping violin in sixth grade. She feels her fingers move to the second fret of the A string, vibrato against the low wheezing of Trixie’s breath, the only sign she’s still alive. Her body plays Largo by memory as the lily snakes out of her vena cava. It’s uncomfortable, like pulling out a tooth or popping a dislocated elbow back into place, and as the low G swells in her heart, she feels something push against her sleeve.

She pulls away with a start.

Gently moving Trixie’s head further onto her knees, she rolls up her sweater, hands shaking a little. When it moves past her elbow, a lily falls onto the concrete next to her.

She feels its loss like a dead weight in her arm.

It’s hard to explain how it feels to lose something so dear to you, even if it means you gain something more. The lily that had caused so much grief, so much pain as it rooted its way deep into her being, gone in an instant. An uncomfortable few seconds followed by a lifetime of freedom. She examines the arm with fervour, the flower having left no exit wound, just a perfect scar.

It is then she has the idea to check on Trixie’s.

The girl lets out a heavy breath followed by a hacking cough as Katya twists her forearm. Surely enough, the cactus has left an imprint of buds and needles on the soft skin. It feels a little rough to touch but still has the thrum of a heartbeat under it, rooting it home.

Trixie studies Katya for a little, before moving her head up to meet the girl. She doesn’t taste of sap anymore, she notes, but of strawberries. She decides that it is now her favourite flavour.

When I go back to Wisconsin

And when I come home again

Has anybody out there seen my man?

“So, this is Lollipop,” Alaska teases when Katya brings her girlfriend over for the first time. It’s like an obligatory meet the family dinner, except they’ve already met and they’re ordering Chinese.

When Sharon turns up, she gives Trixie a once over before mouthing something along the lines of 'nice ass’ to Alaska, who rolls her eyes a little before nodding. Ever one for subtleties, Sharon repeats the same sentiment to the girl in question, who blushes the colour of raspberries and mutters a quiet 'thank you.’ The older girl decides she likes her.

“So, Candyfloss, what’s your flower?” questions Alaska once they’re deep on champagne and sweet and sour chicken. Trixie buries her head in Katya’s shoulder for a second, before rolling the sleeves of her dress up to reveal the cactus she’s had painstakingly tattooed over her mark.

“It felt a little more permanent,” she justifies as the other girls goggle, Katya looking smug. “Plus you couldn’t really see it before.”

Her girlfriend takes her hand gently in her own and presses a featherlight kiss to the tattoo.

“I love it, babe,” she whispers and when they kiss, it tastes of strawberry chapstick and she feels the supernova she’s always wanted.

Has anybody out there seen my man?

*

[alternate ending]

Katya feels Trixie go limp in her arms and wonders if this is where the train stops. If this is where she gets off and never returns to the land of the living, destined only to act as a word of warning to everyone. Romeo and Juliet could never.

She feels the lily tighten its hold on her heart, learnt enough biology during a work placement with pacemakers to envision its roots working their way into her right atrium through the superior vena cava and down into the ventricle. Imagines it as it snakes back up and out the pulmonary artery and round through her lungs. It goes back through the pulmonary vein and into her left atrium and ventricle, before exiting her aorta like some weird bread plait, but less tasty.

As the pressure increases she wishes they’d gone somewhere more comfortable, because the concrete steps digging into her back are almost as bad as the way her kidneys are twisting to accommodate her second heart.

The taste of sap burns the back of her throat, and as she slips under, she swears she feels a whisper of strawberries on her tongue like a promise. A solemn goodbye.

*

Heaven has more pink than she imagined.

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Seeming when I’m older that it’s younger how I feelLearning that you only get the raw end of the dealFirst one to the finish line, but the last one left to knowSecond place adorns you no matter where you go It started on a Monday, except it didn’t - not really.  It started on the day she was born, in a small town in Russia where the rain hadn’t stopped for three days and everyone was a little on edge. It started when the doctor, a sweet old man from St Petersburg, announced loudly, “It’s a girl!” and then, much quieter and with a little sorrow, “and she has a soulmark.” It started when she was five and asked her mama why she had a flower on her arm, and the woman cursed and told her to be quiet, because ‘good girls don’t ask questions.’ When she never heard of the word 'soulmate’ spoken in the small town she grew up in, not a speck of blood in the snow as the lily rooted its way into the crook of her elbow. When she cried going through test after test to see if they could remove it, uproot it. When a nurse tried to pull the lily out, tried to yank her second heart straight from her arm. It started when they moved to the USA when she was eight, her father explaining in a hushed tone that the small ‘sm’ in her passport wasn’t anything special. And then it changed. It changed in seventh grade when they did a lesson on soulmarks in biology and the teacher was so proud to show off the daffodil on the back of her neck that Katya almost cried. It changed when she watched Alaska’s black dahlia start to uproot itself from her calf midway through a sophomore baseball practice because she saw an exchange student through the fence - their eyes meeting for a brief second before a petal fell onto the grass next to them. She watched them fall in love, until the flower had long removed itself, leaving a faint outline of the flower that had scarred under her skin. It changed when she learned she was one in a million - an urban myth, a soulmate. Half of a whole, unbreakable.  It changed when she met Trixie. Well I’ve been out to Austin, back to BostonWhere I’ve beenFollowing the highways in my hand It’s a Monday in spring and Katya is 19, but she feels like she’s 30. The cold of Boston has started to dissipate; instead, a warm breeze tickles her ankles through the DIY rips in her jeans. She is that kid, and she is proud of it. Her long sleeves cover the slight protrusion of a soulmate mark, but if you were to look closely enough, you could make out the raised stem of a lily following the river-like path of her veins under the white jersey. She raises her keep-cup to her lips, lets the bitterness of the coffee overrule the sap that’s filling her mouth more and more often these days, the flower routing deeper into her body with each passing day. She hums to herself as she sketches, letting her ankles catch the sun a little as she sits on her coat on the Charles River Esplanade. Katya is majoring in mechanical engineering at MIT with a minor in women and gender studies - something she finds almost fulfilling when she isn’t frantically sketching out a design that would have been done weeks ago if it wasn’t for the new girl in her team. She’s bright blonde, wears heavy makeup and big, pink dresses to the lab; it’s a different kind of feminine to Katya’s messy hair, messy jeans, messy aura of comfort, and she isn’t necessarily intimidated, but she is stressed. And distracted.  “Who in their right mind wears a dress to the engineering labs?” she’d whined down the phone to Alaska after the girl’s first day. “It didn’t even cover her knees.” “As if you cared about her safety,” croaked the girl, knowingly. “You’re just a whore who can’t focus.” “And you’re paying for a linguistics course?” Katya bit back, laughing as she said it.  As she’s lost in her thoughts, a text comes through. She chuckles as she reads it, types out a hasty reply before throwing her possessions into her rucksack. She drains her coffee, ready to return to the flat and see what in the name of hell is going on. “Your lollipop came round,” yells out Alaska before Katya has even locked the door. The girl shakes off her jacket and stands on the back of her Docs to get them off, shot-putting the cup into the sink from the doorway and letting out a little whoop when it goes in on the first try. “My lollipop? That’s new,” she responds, launching herself onto the couch with a huff.  “Lollipop, Candy Cane, Sugarplum Fairy? They’re all the same to me.” The girl rubs the scar on the back of her leg subconsciously, checking her watch as she does so. “Shouldn’t Sharon be home by now?” she questions, reading the ache in her leg. “Said she set off a few minutes ago,” reads Katya from Alaska’s phone - the other girl grabbing it off her when she realises. She stands up, potters into the kitchen to make a fourth cup of coffee and tries to start a conversation over the whistling of the kettle.  “So Trixie was here?” she yells over the din, answered only by the nodding of the giant space buns sticking up from the back of the couch. “Uhuh, said something about a double major being shit and meeting somewhere at six-ish.” “Alaska, you bitch!” she shouts as she checks the time on the oven. It’s five forty-five and she’d promised to meet Trixie at a little cafe twenty minutes away (not that she’d realised, the river seemed to speed up time). She sprints out the door like she’s on a mission. She sort of is. When I go back to WisconsinAnd when I come home againHas anybody out there seen my man? Trixie never intended to do engineering. She intended to do fashion design and become, well, a fashion designer, but life doesn’t always go the way you plan and, like a cat afraid of water, she’s swimming now. She switched to MIT in her third year because she was told she could, decided to swap design to design engineering and then mechanical, because two days before school started again, she was told they weren’t running that course - double majoring in biology too, because why the hell not. She thinks like a fashion design student, but works like a physicist - something that’s made her very few friends in the new course, but someone she appears to be especially at odds with is Katya. It’s not a cruel rivalry - nothing about it is malicious or rude, they’re just very different. Katya thinks like an engineer and dresses like an edgy art kid, Trixie - doesn’t. It’s been three months since she got there and she feels she should probably make peace. It’s definitely her own choice, not the spines that are tearing holes in her clothes as they slowly extrude from her arm. The way they twist in her vein like a bad cannula, bruising, til her arm looks like a galaxy and her freckles are the stars. She’s started bandaging over the worst bits, the spikes getting stuck in her coats, so when she takes them off, they pull and tug. She’s not stupid, she knows what it means. But she doesn’t have to be excited about it. He parents had always explained soulmates very nicely and concisely, and like they were a choice. Like she didn’t have to have one, like it could go away. They’d said ‘Trixie, darling, that cactus isn’t everything, you are more than it,’ and yet she’s always treated it like it was. Like it ruled her destiny - she believes it does.  They meet on a sunny Monday in April, Boston raining intermittently, but the sun trying its very hardest, like a halogen bulb about to blow. She reckons she has enough time to redress her arm before the other girl arrives, takes a seat in a comfy armchair by the window, ripping off the cover like it isn’t pulling out parts of her heart - tiny needles that were once veins. Maybe it’s because she has her eyes closed in pain that she doesn’t notice Katya. The girl floating in, pausing at the counter to get a refill in her reusable cup and pulling out a metal straw for Trixie as she sits down opposite. She looks in awe at the Gymnocalycium in the crook of her arm. How its tiny spineless flowers sit flush to the skin, while the rest seems like it’s jumping out.  “So,” she says, breaking the silence. “Hi.” Coming home reminds you that you ain’t got long to go'Til you can’t make it to the mailbox, not in all this snowI hope you’ve got the time to keep that air between your lungsI hope you’ve got the hand to pull the plug when that day comes Their tutor calls them into her office on an unusually hot day, both women sweating under their respective overalls and cotton dress. Katya feels the heat like it’s under her skin, splitting muscle from fat with a hot layer of wetness that makes her shiver a little. She’s the sweatiest woman alive, or so she likes to say, but the stuffiness of the basement office isn’t helping the way her skin crawls under the chino cloth. Trixie, despite being significantly less covered, doesn’t seem to be faring any better. The humidity makes her skin flush the colour of cyclamen flowers in the summer.  Katya feels a tug in her arm as she watches the girl listen intently. It’s like the lily has a mind of its own, and she’s not stupid, but she’d like to keep her denial for a little bit longer. It smells like pink gin and tastes like comfort. “I want a paper on the advancement of bionic prosthetics on my desk in two weeks. It’ll be 20 percent of your final grade,” the teacher drones as if it hasn’t crossed her mind how absurd of a task it is. It probably hasn’t, and it makes Katya’s blood boil in a way that she isn’t so willing to chalk down to heat or some form of ailment that this flower is definitely giving her. Can you boil sap? She vows to google it when she gets home. They leave in a discontented silence, Trixie thumbing the loose edge of her bandage as they let the slight breeze remove the sheen of moisture covering them. The light hurts their heads a little, but so does the assignment, so they can’t win. Katya texts Alaska a series of angry emojis and the girl replies with a squid. “Two weeks? Fucking ridiculous,” Trixie mutters under her breath, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted slightly as she stomps down the stairs ahead of the other girl.  “I know!” They sit in a huff on the cool concrete steps of the main block. The height of the building casts a shadow that they bask in as they grumble, each wondering how exactly they got stuck together. “How do we do this?” “How much do you like the library?” Well I’ve been out to Austin, back to BostonWhere I’ve beenFollowing the highways in my hand After two days, they have a permanent table in the library. It’s in a private study room off to the side, which the librarian has stuck a reserved sign on. When Katya goes to ask who’s reserved it, the woman just hands her a key and the rest is history. It’s nice though, they can leave their notes there instead of taking them home and forgetting them (after Trixie did that one morning, Katya didn’t speak to her for four hours). The shorter girl thanks god that her minor finished months ago, is almost grateful that this project means she won’t have to do any more stupid things at the same time. She feels something that could almost be called empathy for Trixie, her biology professor throwing lab work after lab work at the girl, like she’s a women’s softball player and not an overworked college student. Trixie can play softball, that’s just not the point.  She divulges this information when Katya returns with two coffees, a black for herself and a sakura latte for Trixie. She doesn’t point out the irony that the girl is willing to drink the thing that’s killing her, doesn’t think they’re there yet. They discuss the ins and outs of everyone’s favourite lesbian sport and there are points where Katya even laughs. They are high on life and caffeine when they lean in, slow, tense. The air feels humid and full of pent up stress that drips down the walls like wet paint - smells like despair and tastes like tea leaves. Katya takes two fingers, tucking Trixie’s blonde hair behind her ear before moving them under her chin, pulling it up, so it is angled in a way that leaves her vulnerable. She looks so pretty, eyes closed and lips parted and they almost forget where they are. Then the clock strikes eleven and Trixie’s eyes snap open. She is like a Cinderella when she realises how close their lips are (an inch, maybe less), and she jumps away like she has been burned. Like Katya’s fingers were candles, flaming and hot. Katya wishes for a second that she had not felt the flower’s roots loosen around her lung, snake their way out of her aorta and her small intestine for a second there. It would make it all easier to accept as Trixie runs out of the room in a state of panic. The dark blonde reaches for the dredges of her coffee, downs what is left as she rubs on the protrusion taking up her forearm. When she coughs, she feels it shift and it hurts. She supposes the pain reminds her she is alive. She wishes it wouldn’t. When I go back to WisconsinAnd when I come home againHas anybody out there seen my man? After a few more days of quiet working, Katya notices something. It’s not a subtle change, comes rather suddenly, but the girl she is working with looks different. Trixie has lost weight, her eyes are hollow and dark as she flicks the pages of research they have been doing for hours. Her hair, that once glistened like it contained the sun, looks limp and flat. There is no sheen, just plain yellow. She has to work up the nerve to ask what has happened as the girl sips her water. “Are - are you okay?” She hates the way her voice breaks. She hates how Trixie’s voice sounds even more. “Uhuh, peachy,” comes the other girl sardonically. Her voice is unnaturally hoarse as if she has been screaming for days on end. Katya winces at the sound of it.  “Are you sure? You don’t look well.” Trixie turns, makes eye contact with her for the first time in days and it’s like Katya was  looking through a façade as she sees her skin grey under the warm lights of the study room. “My body is a temple that has been overtaken with weeds,” she chuckles and the other girl wants to make a joke about poetry slams and spoken word but, ironically, she cannot find the words. She does not know the prayers to make this go away. They return to the complacent silence they held - it is not comfortable but it does not feel so much like thorns. When Katya gets home that night, she falls onto the couch, eyeballing Sharon and Alaska cuddling, but more so the Thai food they have spread on the coffee table. “’Lasky, Shar-Bear,” she starts, earning a cold glare from Sharon and a gesture towards the food. She picks up a random noodle dish and helps herself as she continues. “I think Trixie is the one.” “Trixie?” “Lollipop, Candyfloss, Barbie - That one, yes.” “And she’s the one?” Alaska’s eyes narrow, she might have known this, but the urgency with which the idea is being conveyed now frightens her a little as she melts a little further into Sharon’s side. “Yes,” replies Katya, mouth full of noodles, “And I don’t know what to do.” “How much time you got?” enquires Alaska’s partner, muting the television less out of common decency and more pure nosiness. Katya pulls up the sleeve of her sweatshirt, reads the lily like one would read a watch. The marks and clocks are rather similar in their idea, she muses to herself, although only one predicts your death. She doesn’t think any deeper into that. Sharon mutters something under her breath that sounds like 'Jesus,’ but could have easily been anything else. “You might want to work fast, Kitty-Cat, that flower isn’t gonna wait much longer.” As Katya looks down, the penultimate petal falls off - she inhales sharply. Sharon definitely mutters 'Jesus’ this time. Hippodromes and hedons sipping Seagram’s from my mugPills at all the parties that we sweep beneath the rugFiguring that loving’s just the kind of dice you throwCan a cactus and a lily find a common pot to grow? It ends on a Monday too.  Trixie keels over after they have handed in their paper, a couple of pages tear-stained and one slightly darkened (although Katya swears she did not spill coffee on it). The blonde falls into Katya’s arms as they walk down the shallow steps outside the main building; it’s almost in slow-motion as the girl has to reach to grab her safely. She retches a couple of times as she lays there, eyes streaming as she holds her stomach like it’s falling apart. It feels like it is. Trixie’s always wondered if cacti have spikes on their roots, and, based on this moment and this moment alone, she truly believes that they do.. She feels every organ is being squeezed, the air forced out of her lungs, acid out of her stomach and blood from her heart. Her pulse is simultaneously skyrocketing and bottoming out, and her mouth is filling with the artificially sweet taste of sap. Her mama always told her that she would never have to know what it’s like to never find your soulmate, and the worst part is that she did find hers. All five feet and four inches, with dirty blonde, messy hair; paint splattered rucksack and ripped jeans; loves books but loves maths more, nerd. But she can still feel the roots of her love tearing her up inside as she looks into Katya’s eyes through the sheen of tears. She cannot hear what is being said through the pounding of her heart and the all-encompassing ripping of her organs. It’s like a violin playing Dvorak’s 'New World,’ but the strings are loose and the bow is torn up and there is no sheet music. It’s an awful cacophony of suffering and hopelessness. She does not feel when she closes her eyes. She does feel when everything stops. Well I’ve been out to Austin, back to BostonWhere I’ve beenFollowing the highways in my hand When their lips touch, Katya wants a cosmic supernova. She wants to feel a universe expand and collapse in a second between them, some fiery explosion that tells her this is right. She needs bright lights and flashing words in the sky, 'congratulations dumbass’ spelt out in fireworks. She gets none of that. Instead, she feels the unmistakable tug of heartstrings as they pick up a song she’d long forgotten, years after dropping violin in sixth grade. She feels her fingers move to the second fret of the A string, vibrato against the low wheezing of Trixie’s breath, the only sign she’s still alive. Her body plays Largo by memory as the lily snakes out of her vena cava. It’s uncomfortable, like pulling out a tooth or popping a dislocated elbow back into place, and as the low G swells in her heart, she feels something push against her sleeve. She pulls away with a start. Gently moving Trixie’s head further onto her knees, she rolls up her sweater, hands shaking a little. When it moves past her elbow, a lily falls onto the concrete next to her. She feels its loss like a dead weight in her arm. It’s hard to explain how it feels to lose something so dear to you, even if it means you gain something more. The lily that had caused so much grief, so much pain as it rooted its way deep into her being, gone in an instant. An uncomfortable few seconds followed by a lifetime of freedom. She examines the arm with fervour, the flower having left no exit wound, just a perfect scar. It is then she has the idea to check on Trixie’s. The girl lets out a heavy breath followed by a hacking cough as Katya twists her forearm. Surely enough, the cactus has left an imprint of buds and needles on the soft skin. It feels a little rough to touch but still has the thrum of a heartbeat under it, rooting it home. Trixie studies Katya for a little, before moving her head up to meet the girl. She doesn’t taste of sap anymore, she notes, but of strawberries. She decides that it is now her favourite flavour. When I go back to WisconsinAnd when I come home againHas anybody out there seen my man? “So, this is Lollipop,” Alaska teases when Katya brings her girlfriend over for the first time. It’s like an obligatory meet the family dinner, except they’ve already met and they’re ordering Chinese. When Sharon turns up, she gives Trixie a once over before mouthing something along the lines of 'nice ass’ to Alaska, who rolls her eyes a little before nodding. Ever one for subtleties, Sharon repeats the same sentiment to the girl in question, who blushes the colour of raspberries and mutters a quiet 'thank you.’ The older girl decides she likes her. “So, Candyfloss, what’s your flower?” questions Alaska once they’re deep on champagne and sweet and sour chicken. Trixie buries her head in Katya’s shoulder for a second, before rolling the sleeves of her dress up to reveal the cactus she’s had painstakingly tattooed over her mark.  “It felt a little more permanent,” she justifies as the other girls goggle, Katya looking smug. “Plus you couldn’t really see it before.” Her girlfriend takes her hand gently in her own and presses a featherlight kiss to the tattoo.  “I love it, babe,” she whispers and when they kiss, it tastes of strawberry chapstick and she feels the supernova she’s always wanted. Has anybody out there seen my man? [alternate ending] Katya feels Trixie go limp in her arms and wonders if this is where the train stops. If this is where she gets off and never returns to the land of the living, destined only to act as a word of warning to everyone. Romeo and Juliet could never. She feels the lily tighten its hold on her heart, learnt enough biology during a work placement with pacemakers to envision its roots working their way into her right atrium through the superior vena cava and down into the ventricle. Imagines it as it snakes back up and out the pulmonary artery and round through her lungs. It goes back through the pulmonary vein and into her left atrium and ventricle, before exiting her aorta like some weird bread plait, but less tasty. As the pressure increases she wishes they’d gone somewhere more comfortable, because the concrete steps digging into her back are almost as bad as the way her kidneys are twisting to accommodate her second heart.  The taste of sap burns the back of her throat, and as she slips under, she swears she feels a whisper of strawberries on her tongue like a promise. A solemn goodbye. * Heaven has more pink than she imagined.

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do you think eugene is maybe scared of long boat trips? i was thinking about it the other day, maybe he plans on going on holiday with his s/o and the only way to go abroad would be on a boat right? but maybe he would get a little (a lot? im not an expert on this) ptsd while being on the boat and his s/o supporting him but not fully understanding because lets be honest, no-one apart from the soldiers fully understand this sort of stuff, and maybe there's another veteran on-board who helps him?

Before we get into it I wanna say I totally agree n that unless u actually have experienced that ur rly not gonna understand what the person is going thru n this applies to all kinds of trauma but just bc u dont understand doesnt mean u cant do ur best to or that u cant still love support n help them handle it n it doesnt mean they're not gr8tful for ur involvement even if u dont understand,, writing for post war eugene is always tricky cus I dont wanna assume ik how any of this goes or the extent of what it entails i havent done this I've barely done any research its heartbreaking tho n unfair n I just wanted to say all that before u get into this cus it's a combo of both asks but also more of a touchy subject than I feel like I've addressed here so that's just a heads up but enjoy!!

Omg eugene my bby

I def think hes still afraid of boats big time,, so when the two of u decide to go abroad for ur honeymoon it's a big decision for u two to make one w lots of beforehand discussions n considering all ur other options but in the end the push of ur families n the pull of the convenience of a boat eases u both into the decision, even tho nothing about it u kno is going to be easy,, Eugene is p nervous cus I mean the nightmares have lessened n u both have been learning how to handle his flashbacks n the like but u had never tried anything like this yet so on one hand it could be a good time to test the waters but on the other hand neither of u have any idea how itll actually go

Even just in the car on the way there he starts to get shakey n then on the dock it gets a bit worse but ur hands r on him somehow the whole time either locked in his or on his leg or arm or stuck in his pocket n that comforts him, ur touch anchors him n keeps him from drifting to worse thoughts it keeps him thinking about u instead,, its till hard tho just thinking about it being back on that boat forcing himself to remember hes going to France n it's not occupied n hes not alone n hes going to get to see the sights w his wonderful wife n thoroughly enjoy those bright French mornings n that it's going to be quiet, no more bombs or raids or alarms just u n him under thin sheets hot n sticky n just together n safe

But first,, the boat

On the boat? It was rough,, every bit of turbulence n every odd sway made him anxious n as much as u tried to entice him to enjoy more of the boats activities like a cabaret show or even just playing some chess out on the deck n tho u could get him out a few times n he did enjoy himself,, he spent most of his time in the cabin trying to ignore the fact he was on a boat at all,, the rest of his time not being coaxed out by u he spent napping in a deck chair w u often lounging beside him n watching over his sleep carefully, also making sure he didnt burn n lathering her exposed skin in sunblock as much as u could as he slept

U two kept busy in the cabin tho I mean it was ur honeymoon after all ;;;))) so he ravaged u as often as he could bc not only were u a comfort but also a distraction,, u did other things as well tho like laying n listening to ur favourite radio shows or playing guitar to him or sketching him or dancing together or once even doing a silly little fashion show where he def tripped after putting on ur heels

He did have a few attacks tho but u had prepared as best u could n even if some of ur cabin took a beating in an outburst u had always managed to talk him down n he spent a lot of time in ur arms

His breakdowns btw would come suddenly when something would trigger him like a sudden movement or a splash against ur window n then he would get angry n scared n become protective of u until his aggression bubbled over into hot tears drowned out by ur soft words of confirmation trying to tell him u were on a modest cruise liner n u were going to Europe n that the guns n the bombs n the tropical climate were all far away n u would pull him into a cold shower w u n he would often (fuck u hard first then) just cling to u n cry until he could calm down n fall asleep n if he stirred in his sleep u would repeat the process until he could sleep soundly

He was gr8tful to finally be off the boat n back on land tho n once in Paris the two of u could rly enjoy ur honeymoon beginning w breaking in ur hotel bed ;;;)))

But then the two of u got to see the Eiffel Tower n the Seine n the Louvre n Notre dame n it was all so amazing!!!! U spent half the time w ur head in ur sketchbook n he spent all his time taking photos of u w ur head in ur sketchbook lol

The photos were brilliant n sweet n excessive n there were def a few of u bare n freshly fucked (pardon my french) w the Parisian skyline out the window behind u, the morning like shining thru ur messy hair like a halo,, but there were also many of him from the perspective of u kneeling over him n many more of both of u playfully holding up the tower or picnicking in front of a cathedral w u plucking at ur guitar or him w a bottle of wine at his lips

It was all v picturesque n romantic n perfect n u thought he deserved nothing less n he thought the same for u ::""))

U spent about 4 weeks there together n he had throughly used his time to fuck u in every way possible n use every toy u brought with but then it was suddenly time to go home n u were concerned about eugene being back on the boat but he seemed less nervous when u got on n he admitted to feeling a lot better after the first trip n this time he actually went out w u n u played board games w other passengers n danced in the halls n sang w the cabaret n he still sunbathed n napped n made love to u n wrecked ur cabin n u still listened to all ur radio shows n drew n sang but ur lives felt more full somehow after this experience

Oh n u def showed off everything u had bought is Paris n as much as he loved that silk dress on u he loved peeling it off u even more ;;;)))

He rly did feel better when u were finally home to ur little cottage for the first time together as a globetrotting married couple ::"")) he felt better that he hadnt handled it nearly as bad as hed expected n urs n his trip abroad left u feeling loved n cultured n more experienced in life plus u both had taken a huge chance n now u were better for it n felt more capable n confident that he was getting better n it was an affirmation that u would take care of him n that u would always be there for him, just as u had said in ur vows ::""))

He was happy to consummate ur new marriage in ur own bed for the first time tho lol n on top of that gr8 feeling it was just gr8 that he felt less held back w u there w him especially after the boat experience

So yeah a quick note I rly do think he would be terrified of ever stepping foot on a boat again n would refuse it n be vvv adamant about not doing it again for a vvv long time but I think he could be worn down n would EVENTUALLY be ok w it but maybe not this fast n tho I dont feel like I go into much detail here he def has a hard time on the boat as well like hes just agitated the whole time n probably was prescribed some medication for it if just some motion or sea sickness meds n maybe anxiety but i would say it prolly makes him drowsy so hes kinda out of it which keeps him calm but doesnt stop certain flashbacks n maybe he lashes out n hurts someone once in a while cus it's incredibly traumatic returning to that environment but anyway yeah he would be v fidgety n not like it but in this scenario hes willing to take a chance given how well hes been recovering n how much he trusts u n how much u have helped him n the option had pull so that's why but rly I dont think irl he would have gone back on a boat anywhere near that soon but this is romantic fiction so ::))

Also I have a v specific image of who eugene is w if u cant tell lol so I'm sorry for that specificity but I'm so whipped for him n his gal I lov sm I hope u enjoy n guys I'm so motivated to finally write out the storyline I have for him I'm gonna finally get out his fic ok I promise

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MEMES DE SÍMBOLOS/PALAVRAS

créditos | FORCE MY MUSE TO SPILL THEIR SECRETS

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

créditos | mande uma música na minha ask para...

do me a favor: meu muse dar um soco no seu, ou vice versa our perfect disease: meu muse dizer coisas ruins para seu muse em um momento de raiva, ou vice versa bedroom hymns: meu muse dar um beijo agressivo no seu muse, ou vice versa higher: meu muse abandonar o seu muse, ou vice versa bad habit: nossos muses quebram regras juntos idfc: meu muse dizer que não se importa/ama o seu enquanto ele ama, ou vice versa i'm a ruin: meu muse ter um colapso nervoso na frente do seu, ou vice versa wicked games: nossos muses terminam o relacionamento de forma dolorosa terrible things: meu muse dizer uma verdade muito dolorosa (ou cruel) para seu muse, ou vice versa the cops: meu muse ficar com o seu enquanto pensa em outra pessoa, ou vice versa giver: meu muse ficar com outra pessoa e o seu muse descobre, ou vice versa high enough: nossos muses beberem/fumarem juntos e acabam fazendo errado false alarm: meu muse dar coisas para o seu (estilo sugar daddy/sugar mommy), ou vice versa heartbreak summer: meu muse largar o seu chorando sozinho na praia, ou vice versa angels: meu muse perceber que ama o seu quando não deveria, ou vice versa i wanna be yours: meu muse dizer que quer um relacionamento, mas o seu não quer, ou vice versa 505: nossos muses se pegarem depois de terminarem a relação/ter um flashback juntos strange love: meu muse ouvir fofocas sobre nossos muses e fica furioso, ou vice versa daddy issues: meu muse dar um soco no pai do seu muse em um momento de raiva, ou vice versa take me to church: nossos muses serem flagrados tendo atos sexuais íntimos em uma igreja ou lugar sagrado video games: nossos muses entrarem em joguinhos psicológicos onde só eles entendem honest: meu muse mentir para os outros sobre a relação deles, ou vice versa sinister kid: meu muse ouvir de alguém para não se envolver com o seu muse pois vai se machucar, ou vice versa

créditos | LET’S TAKE A PEEK AT THE FUTURE!

Send a symbol to see my muse in the future…

📸- Older Teenager (17-19)

🍻- Young Adult (20-29)

💐- Middle-Aged (30-49)

🏵- Older Adults (50-64)

🐋- Elderly (65+)

🕯- Too see the impact they would have on the world after their death

créditos | SEND “🔍“FOR AN OBSCURE FACT ABOUT MY MUSE

créditos | IF YOUR MUSE WAS A POKEMON, WHAT WOULD THEIR ABILITIES BE?

Send “Ability+A muse” and I’ll apply both their normal AND hidden abilities! List of Pokemon abilities

créditos | SEND “⚔” AND I’LL PICK A BATTLE THEME FOR A FIGHT BETWEEN OUR MUSES.

créditos | Send < + a word and my muse will tell you a memory related to it.

créditos | mensagens no celular

Mande “✆” para uma mensagem DE MANHÃ. Mande “✉” para uma mensagem que NÃO FOI ENVIADA. Mande “☎” para uma mensagem APRESSADA. Mande “⁇” para uma mensagem BÊBADA. Mande “✿” para uma mensagem SUGESTIVA. Mande “ø” para uma mensagem DE MADRUGADA. Mande “✘” para uma mensagem ODIOSA. Mande “#” para uma mensagem ALEATÓRIA. Mande “@” para uma mensagem ASSUSTADA. Mande “&” para uma mensagem AMOROSA. Mande “%” para uma mensagem CURIOSA. Mande “ツ” para uma mensagem ANIMADA. Mande “$” para uma mensagem ACIDENTAL. Mande “♀” para uma mensagem DE PARTIR O CORAÇÃO.  

créditos | mande 📝 e minha muse revelará sobre sua muse:

Sua primeira impressão: Sua impressão atual: O que eles mais gostam da sua muse: O que eles odeiam da sua muse: O que sua muse é para ele (amigx, rival, crush, etc): Uma opinião geral sobre sua muse: (se plausível) Algo que eles gostariam de revelar a sua muse:

créditos | envie um símbolo para que seu muse receba uma sms logo após meu muse…

😔 … receber alguma notícia ruim 😃 … receber alguma notícia boa ✴️ … sofrer algum acidente grave ou não 🚼 … fazer um teste de gravidez 💓 … descobrir que tem pouco tempo de vida 👊 … ser atacado ❌ … receber uma ameaça ❗️ … ouvir alguma notícia/fofoca sobre seu muse 🍁 … pensar em seu muse ⬆️ … acordar ❤️ … sair de um encontro ♈ … ser preso ☄ … descobrir que seu muse esta desaparecido ℹ️ … perder alguma coisa importante ⚰ … perder um ente querido 💍 … ficar noivo 🙍 … ser traído ⚙ … perceber como se sente em relação ao seu muse ❓ … lembrar que tem algo para perguntar ao seu muse

créditos | fill my inbox ❣️

- fuck, marry, kill - would you rather - make me choose between two things - send me song & movie recs - ask me for advice - tell me about your day - talk to me about makeup - confess something to me on anon - ask me questions to get to know me - ask me about my fave things

créditos | send a symbol.

LEARN SOMETHING ⛈ - what is the muse like at their worst? 📖 - deadly sin that applies to them the most? 🍁 - favorite season? 🏹 - have they ever committed a murder? 💝 - have they ever been in love, and with who? ⚠️ - the worst deed they’ve done/crime they’ve committed? ⛔ - do they believe in revenge? 💫 - do they believe in fate/propecy/destiny? 🥀 - have they ever felt heartbreak? 🌵 - do they consider themselves dangerous? 🍀 - do they believe in luck? 🌙 - do they believe in magic? ☄️ - what is their biggest regret? 🍷  - do they drink? 🍹 - alcohol tolerance? 🍳  - do they know how to cook? ☀  - night or day?

DO SOMETHING 🙈 - muse is blind for [#] asks. 🙉 - muse can’t hear for [#] asks. 🙊 - muse can’t speak for [#] asks. 💥 - muse feels agonizing pain when they raise their voice for [#] asks. 🐔 - muse is uncontrollably afraid/paranoid for [#] asks. ⚡ - muse has unstable emotions for [#] asks. 🍺 - muse acts like they are when they’re drunk for [#] asks. 🍬 - muse is hyper as fuck for [#] asks. 🎭 - muse can only speak in cryptic phrases for [#] asks. 🎬 - any noise becomes deafening to the muse for [#] asks. 🌋 - the muse is unable to control their anger for [#] asks. 🔦  - muse becomes light-sensitive for [#] asks. 👁‍🗨 - muse feels like they’re being watched for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. 🚫 - the muse hallucinates their worst fear for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. ♾️ - the muse is in constant pain for [#] asks. gets worse at it goes along. (bonus if the pain is an old wound/scar.) ⛅ - the muse hides their emotions for [#] asks. emotions come spilling through when m!a ends. ✨ - muse is in a state of hypnosis for [#] asks. go wild.

OTHER ♠️ - the muse’s ‘worse side’ shows for [#] asks. ♥️ - the muse’s ‘better side’ shows for [#] asks. ♦️ - the muse becomes emotionless for [#] asks. ♣️ - the muse feels temporarily free from doubt for [#] asks. ♈ - the muse has an ego boost for [#] asks. ♉ - the muse is unreasonably stubborn/bitter/petty for [#] asks. ♊ - the muse is split into two versions of themself for [#] asks. (emotion/logic, happy/sad, etc.) ♋ - muse becomes overwhelmingly pessimistic for [#] asks. ♌  - muse becomes incredibly fucking arrogant for [#] asks. ♍ - muse is shy as hell for [#] asks. ♎ - muse is obsessed with keeping things ‘stable’ or ‘balanced’ for [#] asks. ♏ - muse is unbearably rude/cruel/violent for [#] asks. ♐ - muse is more ‘pleasant’ than usual for [#] asks. ♑ - muse loses all self-control for [#] asks. ♒ - muse acts incredibly aloof for [#] asks. ♓ - muse is overwhelmed by sadness for [#] asks. ⛎ - wildcard. mun’s zodiac applies to the muse. (ex: i’m a cancer, so if i was sent ophiuchus, muse would get the effects of cancer.)

créditos | mande um elemento do espaço para perguntas

Mercúrio: Qual é seu nome completo? Vênus: Qual é sua língua materna? Terra: Onde está sua casa? Marte: Qual é sua opção sexual? Júpiter: Você tem irmãos? Saturno: Você tem animais de estimação? Urano: Qual é seu hobby? Netuno: Quando é seu aniversário? Plutão: Que horas são agora onde você está? Lua: O que você está estudando atualmente/quer estudar? Sol: Você já provou álcool?  Sirius: Você já perdeu em alguma matéria? Rigel: Você já foi em uma montanha russa? Deneb: Você já saiu do seu país de origem? Arcturus: Você já chorou por algo que não seja tristeza? Betelgeuse: Algo que você nunca vai conseguir esquecer? Aldebaran: Algo que você se importa ou se preocupa desesperadamente? Canopus: Você já quebrou algum osso? Bellatrix: Você já foi forçadx a mentir ou manter um segredo? Alphard: Você já perdeu um amigo? Vega: Algo que você fez e deseja que nunca tivesse feito? Centaurus: Feriado favorito? Orion: Mês favorito? Cassiopeia: Livro favorito? Delphinus: Matéria/assunto favorito? Hercules: Instrumento favorito? Gemini: Música favorita? Pegasus: Lugar favorito para se estar? Libra: Cor favorita? Phoenix: Coisa favorita para vestir? Aries: Filme favorito? Cygnus: Clima favorito? Hydra: Som favorito? Milky Way: Quem é seu amigo mais antigo?   Andromeda: Você se considera uma pessoa social? Black Eye Galaxy: Você acredita em amor à primeira vista? Cartwheel Galaxy: Quando foi seu primeiro beijo? Cigar Galaxy: Quão bem você flerta? Comet Galaxy: Você já precisou terminar um relacionamento porque um dos dois mudou demais? Pinwheel Galaxy: Você namoraria a última pessoa com quem falou? Sombrero Galaxy: Você tem crush em alguém agora? Bode’s Galaxy: Você já teve um admirador secreto? Sunflower Galaxy: Você namoraria/seria amigo de alguém por pena? Tadpole Galaxy: Você negaria uma amizade ou relacionamento? Whirlpool Galaxy: Você choraria por um término? Comet: Qual é seu maior sonho?  Asteroid: Como é a vida dos seus sonhos?  Meteor: Algo que você gostaria de dizer, mas não pode? Nebula: Se você pudesse desfazer algo na sua vida, o que seria isso? Shooting Star: Se você pudesse trazer de volta alguma coisa, o que seria? Pulsar: O que você espera fazer nos próximos 10 anos? Supernova: Algo que você quer fazer antes de morrer? Quasar: Se você pudesse passar o resto da sua vida com alguém, com quem seria? Wormhole: Algo que você gostaria que acontecesse, mas não vai? Black Hole: O que é a última coisa que você quer ver?

MEMES DE FRASES

créditos | gossip girl edition

“Three words. Eight letter. Say it and I’m yours.” “Only a masochist could ever love such a narcissist.” “Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty.” “ You are disgusting and I hate you.” “Do I smell pork… and cheese?” “Is that a bong? I didn’t take you for a stoner…” “Friends don’t steal other friends’ boyfriends” “Did you sleep with her huh? You son of a bitch, I ought to kill you!” “Where do you think you’re going?” “What happened? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” “I’m not anyone. I’m me, you can tell me anything.” “This is not a game!” “Did you sleep with someone else?” “You’re starting to scare even me. What did you do?” “I wasn’t aware that robots got jealous. Did they update your software while I was away?” “Good luck on your suicide mission!” “You really know how to hurt people. I admire you for it” “OH MY EFFING GOD!” “Watching you fail spectacularly gives me so much joy.” “This isn’t you!” “You don’t sound like yourself!” “Did he dump you because he found out you were satan?” “I’m surprised you didn’t shoot me yourself.” “Your world would be easier if i didn’t come back.” “You were the lightest thing that ever came into my life.” “Just because we can’t be together, doesn’t mean I won’t love you.” “Don’t marry him.” “I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve tried to kill it, to run away from it, but I can’t… I don’t want to anymore.” “Stop whatever you’re doing. We need to shop.” “Once again the world has proven anything you can do, I can do better.” “I’ll never forgive you for what you’ve done.” “We’ll get through this together.” “I want to see all the parts of you, even the ones you are ashamed of.” “Well, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a tart in my room that I’d rather attend to.” “I kissed someone and it was a life-changing experience.” “Be careful walking down the primrose path. You may find hell instead of happily ever after.” “You’re smarter than you look.” “I have no time to care.” “We’re stuck in this meaningless, mind-blowing sex loop.” “You’d better not be selfish. A woman remembers.” “Well, you want to go somewhere and talk? Or not talk?” “Just because we can’t be friends doesn’t mean we aren’t.” “You’re worth more than a guest lecture fee, everyone knows that.” “This isn’t Congress. Accomplish something!” “So dramatic, you should be a writer.” “Champagne okay?” “By the way, sandals are not shoes.”

créditos | gossip girl edition

"You had someone who loved you unconditionally." "I'm sorry I gave up on us when you never did." "Can I kiss you before I kill you?" "Every time I try to move on, you're right there." "I'm not a stop along the way, I'm a destination." "Happiness does not seem to be on the menu." "You're not hot enough to be a high school cheerleader." "Excuse me if I don't fall for that, or you, ever again." "I'd ask how you are, but I really don't care." "You're completely unaware of your affect on me." "Who the hell is he not to want you?" "When are you gonna ask me on a real date?" "I'm gonna need another drink to forget I just heard that." "You'd really go out with some guy you don't know?" "I look forward to never seeing you again." "You have no idea who you're dealing with." "I'm glad that she's so fun and I'm sorry that I'm not." "A little bit of danger is what makes life worth living." "How would I ever believe anything you say again?" "Isn't there someone else you can torture?" "Do yourself a favor and stop talking right now." "Take a Xanax or a tequila shot or something." "Maybe I am a total bitch, did you ever think about that?" "Let me say, for the record, I like you. You and only you." "There's a reason I always come back to you." "I'm happy for you. I'm gonna go vomit now."

créditos | iconic vines sentence meme

​❛ suck a motherfucking dick . ❜ ​❛ i thought you were bae , turns out you were just fam . ❜

​❛ i thought you were american . ❜

​❛ is that a weed !? ❜

​❛ i won’t hesitate bitch ! ❜

​❛ chipotle is my life . ❜

​❛ turn off the flash you fucking moron ! ❜

​❛ kiss my ass bitch motherfucker ! ❜

​❛ is that a police !? ❜

​❛ i’m calling the weed ! ❜

​❛ done & done , let me pull the table out of my ass . ❜

​❛ merry crisis ! ❜

​❛ i don’t have enough money for chicken nugget . ❜

​❛ i’m ready to die anytime , any place , for any reason . ❜

​❛ hey guys , we’re unboxing this cheese stick today . ❜

​❛ i aint never gonna stop loving you , bitch .  ❜

​❛ this is the comedy police ! that joke’s too funny ! ❜

​❛ i’m not going back to jail ! ❜

​❛ what the fuck ? $599 for a fucking playground ? that looks like a piece of shit . ❜

​❛ FUCK YOUR TEA ! ❜

​❛ the feminists are taking over ! ❜

​❛ I GOT TWO FREE TACOS ! ❜

​❛ and they were roommates ! ❜

​❛ i’m not your friend ! ❜

​❛ there’s no saving this sweet piece of ass . ❜

​❛ hi welcome to chili’s ! ❜

​❛ yeah tip of the penis to you too . ❜

​❛ this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING love you ! ❜

​❛ welcome to bible study , we’re all children of jesus . ❜

​❛ aw fuck , i can’t believe you’ve done this . ❜

​❛ YO HOLY SHIT HE DEAD ! ❜

​❛ this is the dollar store , how good can it be ? ❜

​❛ step back , i think i’m gonna vomit ! ❜

​❛ oh sorry , i didn’t see ya there , i was too busy blocking out the haters . ❜

​❛ shut up ! your mother buys you mega blocks instead of legos ! ❜

​❛ I’LL TAKE A NAP HERE ! ❜

​❛ i hate to do this but i specifically asked for no mustard and you just brought me a bottle of mustard on a plate . ❜

​❛ how are we gonna win if we fucking die ? ❜

​❛ why the fuck would i say printer ? ❜

​❛ the benefits of killing him would be that i’d be pushed way less . ❜

​❛ but it pays off, because i dont even have time to think about dying . ❜

créditos | VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’