#i need a verse tag ... it is Pending

[theoldsecretkeeper]

@trashthrashiing continued X

She just got quiet for a few seconds. She didn't know what the hell rabies was?? But- wh- HUH?!

"...I-its a disease that can fuck you over. Where like.. you sorta go nuts slowly, and your brain gets badly messed up. If it's not treated, you will die. You get it from animal scratches and stuff like that."

She explained as she was putting her hands in her pockets. She was panicking but trying to act calm for her own sake. Panicking doesn't help nothing after all.

"...Youuuu sure you don't have rabies? Like.. Im safe right?"

[archived-diegesis]

He hasn't taken a break.

Its been days and she noticed how he was working himself like she used to in the early days. The slow days were long back then as she did her best to get him used to human life. Furina gave him a small smile as she place her hand on his desk and tapped a familer tune.

It was a familiar action, one she has done many times when she wanted to get him to take a break.

" I....will be honest i haven't been the best of companions my dear chef justice and it has come to my attention that you have not been out of the office in days. "

She held up the basket in her hands as she tilted her head. Furina could think of many reasons why he would say no to joining her but....she held out hope to a yes.

"May....I have the honor of your time ? "

@sagnaevi // conti.

[lastavengedarchived]

She'd given him So Much. So much more then she could Ever Know. Supposedly it went both ways, which was something that both filled him with a sort of dread, but also lifted his spirits more then any drink ever could. He wasn't sure he could ever convey how MUCH she'd brightened his life. Mostly because he wasn't very good at putting sentiment to word. He wasn't usually very good at Physically showing it either, but he was Nothing if not Creative! Today of all days especially, his mind was Buzzing with ideas!

It had started as a 'simple test' for his old wasp suit. It had needed some love and care, care that Nadia was all to proficient in providing the poor neglected thing. Now, he hadn't planed on the suit also getting a tailoring touch up, but apparently he'd waited far too long to touch it up to modern 'taste'. Yet today he could find no care in the world but for the focus on her face, the concentration as she modernized the wing system. The flick of her wrist behind every tool switch, and the steady hand between the bioenergy blasters. All the while they chatted and quipped, debated and theorized until at last the old suit had been sparked with new life.

However, once she had given her all clear, that is when his capacity to withhold his thoughts lost its grip on his tongue. Smiling with nothing but sheer unfiltered Pride he scooped her up into a big, heavy hug. Careful not to damage the work as the wings upon his back flittered up to attention and buzzed as if powered by the force of his joy alone.

" Oh Nadia, "

Nadia, not the name they had chosen for her so long ago but it didn't matter, it'd Never matter. She could change her name every single day and he'd adore each, and every one of them. Releasing her from his hold he set both his hands on her shoulders, seeing the light hit those hopeful eyes of hers as his heart Ignited with what he could only understand as pure parental love.

" Nadia you work so hard, not just on things like this old mans outdated suit but yourself, your work, The World! You keep finding ways to put your foot forward and stride into a world rife with pitfalls and difficulties and YET you keep pushing onward. Head in the clouds and eyes on the road you have forged a road that is Genuinely awe inspiring, it spurred me to pick up my mantle as Giant Man again and I've seen it spur so many others to action. "

His hands rose, cupping her face in their gentle hold.

" My dear Nadia, if you'll forgive this old man his sentiments, I am So. So Proud of You, and Knowing the world is in your hands- oh Nadia, I've never been so excited to see the future you help make. "

There's one thing that she knew was more belief than theory. It's one of the few things that she didn't need to test and that was having hope that things would work out. Partly that she would male them and partly the part that Nadia didn't need to break down in scientific understanding. She did not need to know how she got so lucky or delve into probability science; she could count this as a blessing, as a proof that the universe was inherently good. That thing that defied the need for like-minded bugs to understand was that she got to have a family. First a chosen family which that was her family, her first, and there was no putting value of less than the next onto anyone. Nadia wouldn't, couldn't, trade them.

Following that was the shock of Hank Pym in the flesh, no lingering Ultron, at the front door of her living residences. It took months to find the stride and rhythm between the two of them, but at the end of that? She got to know her hero who became not so much less than that, but truly became like a father not so much by blood or genetics (that didn't matter) but by work and effort into maintaining a bond, a relationship.

Helping with Hank's own and old Wasp suit had been a project she eagerly took on. Getting to work alongside him, not just sharing the lab space, but in the ideas and common goal had been delightful. More than delightful but English didn't have a better word. This how they bonded, science and their work. He really had inspired her own view on science as a whole, the way he wrote about new discoveries or theories, anything is possible and there was a wonder that not many dissertations could ever inspire.

They talked at a speed all their own and laughed together. One of the greatest, happiest sounds to share and hear. She had been intent upon keeping his single pair of wings design since that felt more him, but there's something fun they could do with the silhouette. A nod off to his favorite things a trench coat without worrying about a trench coat being a hindrance to Wasp mobility. Anything additional flapping could interfere with wing function.

Her hands move adept at what she was doing, engineering had been one of her most important skills and modernizing the gadgetry in the bioenergy gauntlets, head piece with the googles, and wings were a must. The tailoring being snazzed up also had been a necessity if only because she is nothing if not Janet Van Dyne's step daughter and supersuits could and should look cool!

When the final touches are done and it was time for them to move onto full body testing, with him in the whole suit and plans to go out somewhere, maybe to a park to enjoy the flowers up close or something, or head into New York and zip around between the skyscrapers together. Nadia stands up and it was not even a minute of standing, not a chance giving to put her foot forward that Hank pulls her into a hug. He doesn't realize it, but he pulls her up onto her tip-toes (luckily she's a ballerina). Then he even lifts them a little further just by the fluttering of his wasp wings.

OH NADIA and there's something to the tone of his voice that gives her pause. Nadia's only five foot, and she tucks her face into his chest at the unexpected hug and pulls her arounds around carefully to hug his torso back. It's a good hug, a nice hug, and it's been a good day spent with HER DAD. That is not the end of her father's affection as he sets her feet back onto the ground and large hands go onto narrow shoulders.

Nadia looks up a little confused, but smiling and about to ask "everything okay" but doesn't when he repeats her name. A whole speech follows that which she wasn't so sure what spawned such a moment or what she was ever so deserving, but than that didn't matter she reminds herself in thought half way through as he tells her that she inspires him. Tears well up in her eyes, for it was a lot of emotion, it's been a long journey to this and she genuinely had once been content and accepted this was a fantasy, and then once more had thought maybe she couldn't trust this or him (from her own lesson from quantum entanglement).

❝ I- ❞

Yet she did get this, and did get to trust him. They both made this dynamic a real one, built on work and trust. It felt real, nature, and it had little to do with being related (that was an added bonus). Nadia swallows a little, wants to go wipe her eyes because she gets to feel loved, and the inner child in her had dreamed of that every day until she came to America.

❝ Mhm! If you forgive, uhm, my tears... ❞ She sniffles, leans her head forward and goes in for another tight hug and rarely does Nadia not have words, but her happiest, her feelings and emotions were so much right now after the day that she had share working on a super suit and talking about anything with Hank. ❝ Thank you... thank you so much. ❞ It wasn't thanking him for his praise of her, but for being here and building her trust and teaching her, for working on being a better him and being her dad not just her biological father.

❝ szeretlek apa ❞

[dualitytransformation]

AU where Jekyll is trying to get rid of Hyde, so he concocts a potion that he THINKS will do the trick. And it does — after immense pain for both of them, their body is no longer being shared — BUT HYDE IS SUDDENLY A FULLY SEPARATE BEING IN HIS VERY OWN BODY, STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF JEKYLL!!!

[gcldfanged]

@saishuu-heiki

The ground had been too hard with ice to bury the old man, so Jae had spent the better part of an entire day chopping down trees to fashion a pyre for him. Despite the steel coloring his once pitch black hair and beard, he'd looked as handsome as he had in the photos of his youth: a towering sequoia amongst a forest of lesser men, great iron muscles straining and thick veins splintering blade, bullet and lash-tortured skin. His anguish was their suffering, the austere Loyalists who bled for home and country. They were nothing more than primitives that the Modernists now laughed at, for not whoring themselves, for covering their superior human forms in hand me down skin and hides like simple animals.

If they were seen as little more than a sidestep away from basic savagery, then he would continue to stalk the wilds as one of them. Wrapped from head to toe in mink and thick wools, none of the glimmering liquid gemstone colors of industrialized silks, nor the pinstriped cotton-twills of Junon's boxy suits and jaunty fedoras. His shoes were traditional gutals, handcarved leather and insulating fur, stocky with their slightly upturned toes and soles that left barely a footprint in even powder-snow. Surrounded by drooling, panting mountainous 'shepherd dogs' only a handful's generations of careless breeding away from wolves- They were as one, of the same razor-edged instinct and unified mind focused solely on the hunt. On the kill. Wolves wished they killed with the ferocity that they did.

Wolves never attacked unless you'd wronged them, somehow- Then they would take you, if they could. Normally they would merely hunch in the snow with baleful eyes and curl their tails between their legs miserably, saliva glistening on their fangs from one too many days without fresh meat. They knew better.

The Han were a proud nation of survivors, from the barren terrain and the frigid temperatures stymieing new growth and life, to the hostile occupation by Wutai stomping their pride and faces into the frigid, muddy earth. They were the product of a culture and an ideology that, as far as everyone else was concerned, no longer existed. They'd been worse than just cast out- To sink so low as to accept foreign aid, to fall so far as to do terrible and cynical things. Men and women would sacrifice themselves for 'The Greater Good'. This, he knew. His grandfather's entire life had been committed to the belief that it had all been voluntary.

But that wasn't the problem. It wasn't the dying. It was living and dying for what their leaders had become. Unbeknownst to them, to the old man whose last words were a long rattling wheeze and a hand thrust out at his grandchild and a strangled "What was it all for...?", to everyone else who'd worked and toiled and sacrificed so much, their great country was nothing at all.

Fucking nothing. Somehow their most promising generation had turned heel to greedy capitalists and as the old ways deteriorated, it didn't take long to find the trails of blood and mako they'd left behind. They bowed before and kissed the polished leather of Shinra's dress shoes as their industrial engineers swarmed over the bloated carcass of Haneul like a plague of botflies. The natural flora and fauna withered and twisted into mako-poisoned mutations, jobs became scarce due to rampant automation, their sons and daughters prostituted as the company grew fat off their blood, sweat, and bitter tears.

As far as he was concerned, The Silver General may as well be the court jester prancing about for an oligarchy of human parasites tearing into their great nation's pride and simple dignity- It's humanity. He'd seen it and lived in it, the desperation and poverty. Distinguished intellectuals and artisans selling themselves on the street. The Loyalists labeled 'rebels' and 'criminals'.

It was almost a relief his grandfather had passed when he did, just to prevent him from the knowing- That they hadn't just fallen, but passed hitting rock bottom and carved it's way into the chthonian underbelly of modern man's gravest sins.

Chaebols had become a byword for crooks, because natives understood what the decadent West's idea of business was. It was only a quest for ownership. It wasn't fair trade. It wasn't about equality. It was zero-sum savagery. It was taking what you wanted and giving your victim the illusion of consent.

The profiteers 'enriched' themselves, bloated their accounts with foreign gil. There was rarely even the simple poetic bliss in one of them getting torn apart by a reactor bomb planted by AVALANCHE. They survived. The shitheads always survived. The assholes always did.

So what did that mean about him?

His gaze is twinned black holes and merciless, spearing his gimlet eyed stare down the nose of a stolen rifle. It was anger and outrage and pain- A once great nation's desperate denial of the inevitable.

"Shinra isn't welcome here."

The words aren't ungainly on his lips, they never had been. Han was his language, but they'd learned Common in primary school, babbling syllables in other tongues.

Their enemy's and their ally's: He'd learned Wutainese when he attempted training to enlist in counter-intelligence. He'd felt the weight of hungry eyes more than once as Shinra's science department sniffed around, attempted to slobber all over him. It was disgraceful- Disgusting, the way they posed and preened and invited him to become more than 'just a farmer with a gun', not even Public Security, but a SOLDIER.

To Hell with them.

To Hell with anyone.

[infernal-feminae]

Hm. She thinks she'll be ready to return that place she once called home soon. She just needs to go over once she's going to say again.

[requiemofrebellion]

@kisumshi ― starter

The castle was quiet, for once. The others had left to get some fresh air and explore around outside. Calcifer had been sitting where he normally was, on top of logs letting them burn. He had waited several minutes before he figured the others didn’t forget anything and therefore were not going to come back inside for a while. So, he shifted into his human-like form, sliding off of the makeshift fireplace, standing and dusting himself off from the ashes. 

Clothes appeared on him, just a casual look of black pants and a red hoodie. His orange hair was short and messy like an untamed fire. Hands reached above his head, stretching out his body, having felt cooped up for a bit too long, even though his natural form was the fire form. He dropped his hands back at his sides, golden orbs looking around the room before he heard the click of the door switching to a different location and it opening. His gaze moved from the kitchen to look towards the doorway, watching Howl emerge from the entrance. 

The fire demon didn’t move to greet him though, just watched him for a moment. Caramel colored fingers reached to grab a small piece of wood and put it near his lips, as if he was ready to chew on it. A small little fire still burning from where he had sat in his true form, to keep the castle warm. 

“ You hurt? ” Calcifer finally questioned after staring Howl down. “ The others left to explore outside or something like that. ” After all, if it had been anyone but Howl that entered the home, Calcifer would have turned back into his true form, not allowing anyone other than Howl to know he could shift his appearance. 

[liecoris]

@rcdhotnight asks:

"when's the last time you got some sleep?" He asked quietly. Taking it upon himself to gently adjust their child in his arms. It was still a surreal thing for both of them involved in a union like this. The wasteland didn't much give a shit to those inhabiting it, them included. For the metallic shacks, they called their place of home, anything was better than the outside world. He rocks their child gently as he motions Mukuro to take a breather lying down. he'd join her so that she may catch her breath. They had more now than what came before, but it still eats away at Sam's thoughts and thoughts of providing something better for Mukuro and their child. (Sam! Post Apocalyptic Verse)

「Some restful sleep? I don't recall, but what about yourself, dear? When was the last time you rested as well?」 Mukuro asks with a soft smile as she watches Sam handle their child, meaningful rest was hard to come by these days, she'd only really ever fall asleep if Sam was beside her but at least her body gave her the courtesy of actually relaxing when she laid down when Sam gestured her to do so。

A soft sigh would leave her lips as she felt her muscles relax, she watched her beloved and their child with adoration as she rested。 She never would have thought that her life would have ended up like this, things could always be better of course but Mukuro was happy now。 Having a loving family was something Mukuro always wished for and for that to happen even in this wasteland, Mukuro was more than thankful。

【 40 random questions? 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

[tresradiossolis]

Here’s my Daycare Pass! - for both my sideblogs, @duo-daycarefun and @sxnmxxndaycare

"V-very much appreciated, come on in.."

[chronosbled]

“U-Um… Amajiki? Can I talk to you for a second?” Amami had run after the young hero, only stopping once she’d caught up to walk evenly next to him. “I was testing some new recipes last night, and I thought you’d really like these, so… i brought you some, if you’d like them!”

Amami then held out a small-ish box for the other to take, inside a few cookies shaped like various types of octopus. “Ah.. Sorry, the decorations aren’t that great, but I tried! But, these are meant to be super healthy for you while still being yummy! Maybe share some with Kirishima, if you want?”

🐙 — “Oh... um...” HEAD TURNED SLIGHTLY OVER SHOULDER, almost as if to see what it was that the other wanted, yet his gaze had been casted down towards the ground as they walked. Fingers lightly fidgeting with the bottom of his school shirt as he listened to the other continue speaking to him, only having is attention fully drawn when she presents a small box out towards him causing hands to carefully take hold of the object, making doubly sure not to brush hands with her — after all, he doesn’t think his heart could hand such a thing at the moment. “You know, you didn’t have to go through all the trouble of bringing me something to eat,” he speaks in a low tone, almost making it unable to even hear, “but thank you for thinking of me, Tomomitsu-san.”

🐙 — He takes a moment to stop walking, OFFERING FORTH THE SLIGHTEST OF BOWS IN ORDER TO ACCOMMODATE THE OTHER, slowly straightening himself back out (or rather back into the somewhat hunched position he always took). “I’m sure Kirishima-san will be grateful to you as well for this. In fact,” he pauses for a moment before speaking once more, “he may come to you just for something to eat himself, especially if he enjoys what you’ve made for us today.”

[archived-diegesis]

Hearing her name makes her relax ever so slightly, the tight curl of her shoulders loosened as she chose her next words carefully. He sounded sincere in his care for her- she wants so badly for him to be sincere

"....Mr.svarog is a robot...."

The heat from her face didn't fade but she was weary of his next actions, maybe it was because to her the way people treated robots said more then how they treated their fellow humans. Most people didn't think robots had feelings and so they treated them lesser then others.

She needs to know if Mr.svarog won't be hurt if she lets him in....even if she wants her dad in her life she couldn't bare the thought of her family being hurt.

" Mr. Svarog raised me ever since he found me "

"Hey now, it's okay, baby girl." Always one for cute nicknames, it was something he always said to her when she cried as a baby. He's reminded of those often sleepless nights, where she would soon coo in his arms, making him smile at just the memories alone.

" 'Course I did. Little Clara, wasn't traditional where we was from but it just fit ya." Not that it wasn't a shock that all she had to her was her name, when it was Boothill who found her possessions on fire across the farmhouse.

Maybe he could make them again for her? Obviously he knows she won't remember, but to show her how much she was loved by all the toys and little instruments he made by hand. "Svarog...That the name of the man who found you? I best give him my regards for keepin' you safe all this time."

[archived-diegesis]

".....if Mr.Eros is dad dose that make Mr Boothill papa? .....or is Mr. Eros papa and mr.boothill dad ?"

Loud computing sounds......Did she say that out loud -

PROCEEDS TO GO HIDE -

[infernal-feminae]

Do you still manufacture weapons that could kill demon royalty?

"Yes, but I am primarily selling to nobility now. Carmine Industries is considered a contribution to the crown. Though, I technically do not really own it anymore."

[bungoustraypups]

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[demcnsinmymind]

Now things are just getting fucking beautiful. He watches the twirl of color in her eyes. Red, black, purple, gold, all at once. Followed by that warmth, no, heat coming from within her. A long long time ago, this would've been the cue for him to leave. To just go. Alarm bells going off, the urge to safe his own ass and spare himself the violent fallout that always comes from creatures like her.

But the thing is that this isn't just his own ass anymore. Not just him. It has bled right into him. Is part of him now. Its essence. All that delight. All that goes against rationality, logic, order, sense. Way past that now. So here he is. Just...marveling at that beauty before him. That danger. Instant. Palpable. Real. Quite frankly, he's never felt more alive.

He leans in closer instead of away.

"Tell me, Payne. What do people hope to achieve when going to a zoo, hm? Theater, cinema, show. What do they want from their television when they stare at it all night long? What do you hope to achieve in me when you're looking at me like that right now?"

He counters her question, still drinking everything right in.

"Fear? Anger? Running? Fighting? Dying? Praying? Talking? Laughing? Crying?"

A look past her. Towards the houses in the distance and the sky above. People, things, creatures all around. All doing the very same in this very moment somewhere all at once.

"Watch. Watch. Watch. It all boils down to the very same thing. Action. Reaction. Emotion. Cut. Action. Reaction. Emotion. Cut."

Lets that statement hang in the air for a moment, unhinged look still on his face when he finally looks back at her, not even blinking, doing just that still. Watching.

"You know what the fun part about me is? I don't want anything." Laughing now, just once, he's pretty quick to correct himself though. "Well, no. I still want plenty things, and most of them are pretty vanilla actually. Eat. Sleep. Fuck. You know the drill. But if you really want to get down to the label? There is none. Because that's the beauty of it all, isn't it. Things. People. You. Just the way you are and what you have to offer all by yourself. Unpredictable chaos. Because this is life and not a movie. Or a 9-5 project with an agenda and a deadline, right? There's no fun in predictability for me. No fun in knowing the outcome and wanting a specific one. I. just. want."

A short pause. Watching still. Eyes drilling almost. Unrelenting. Dilated. Grinning. Insane. Truly captivated by that twirl of color in her eyes. Matching his own.

"All that beautiful chaos."

      SHE PRIDED HERSELF,     on the fact she normally didn't make it easy, for anyone to get a read on her. whilst most people were an open book. she took those chapters and closed them. stopping anyone from reading her story. both in her knowledge and upon her face. and that was all before she shut out her humanity. afterward it was even harder [ ... ] for anyone to read her. after all, she had no emotions so it wasn't easy. but for some reason, lance and his friend, seemed to need only look at her, and knew what the fuck was going on in her head. as well as which buttons they needed to press. it was honestly fucking annoying. and more times than she could count, she felt like wiping them out. from killing them so they couldn't annoy her. ( fit would momentarily make her feel better!   )    yet part of her was also amused by them. which was why she didn't give into those urges to kill them. though due to the emotional maelstrom, she was feeling right now. she was regretting that choice.   

     she listens to him   ━   with an eyebrow raised.   and can't help the sarcastic nod that she lets out, or the way her lips seem to hitch up in amusement. questions burned along her tongue, as truly she was fucking curious what the hell kind of game he was playing. there had to be a reason [ ... ] he seemed to keep not only annoying her, but also pushing her buttons to dig down deep into knowing her. just what was his fucking aim. (    it was bugging her!    )    looking at him squarely in the eyes now, she allows a malignant smirk to crawl upon the edges of her lips. as the hazel hue in her eyes, begin to bleed away. a symphony, OF RED, BLACK, PURPLE AND GOLD, colors the irises as she steps closer. fingers itching at her side, as she feels her palm warming up. hellfire so close to the surface, so close to being used. and the dark side of her craves it. badly.

           ❛  honestly, what the fuck do you want ....   ❜ the tone of her voice   ━   left no room for arguments.   he'd pushed her buttons, making her feel emotions she had long since buried. had uncovered hidden truths she'd rather leave hidden. and now she was determined to find out why. she had changed those emotions into pure anger. and was willing to use it. (    no questions asked!    )    her eyes twitch, matching that of her fingers, as the colors swirl within her eyes like a tornado. when she was like this. there was no hiding the fact that she was a princess of hell. it all but screamed from her. ❛   what do you hope to acheive ........ !   ❜  

[everharrt]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

In his most original creation, 10 years ago, Esmé was attached to a witch named Alice. He was charged with protecting her and his soul was bonded with hers. He fell deeply in love with her. I will always have a soft place in my heart for that ship, and if Alice's writer is out there somewhere I wish them nothing but happy days and to know I think about those two so very often.

As for presently - I only have 2 ships established on Esmé currently and I am deeply adoring both of them.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

This will always be on a case-by-case scenario. Esmé is 35 minimum in his canon, pending younger for verses. In canon the most I would be comfortable would be perhaps 10 years? I feel as if a fresh twenty year old has a lot to learn and can too easily be exploited by older partners, so I'd like to steer away from inciting any of that dynamic or presentation. I can easily see him being involved with someone older than he is, however. There's not really a limit upward from 35. But again, it's all case-by-case, depending on the muses involved and the dynamic.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

I can be. Mostly I look for chemistry with the muses and chemistry writing. We don't have to know each other intimately out of character --- the aforementioned mun who wrote Alice and I did not speak much out of character aside from dynamics on the occasion (things that reminded us of the muses) but we gelled very well with how we wrote and the chemistry was there. It really comes down to writing styles and interest in the ship itself. If one side is giving more than the other and it's obvious that they aren't really interested, it's easy to lose the feel in general.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

I'm open to anything, mostly. No taboo topics, nothing squicky, and Esmé is a bit pickier with his partners / who he has interest in but if all of the right boxes are checked I'll give it a whirl.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

All you have to say is "I ship this, do you?" I don't require much more, and a lot of people are shy or misread things. Just for clarification, sure. And if I don't see the ship that doesn't mean I won't in the future - it just likely means we need to write or discuss the dynamic more.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I won't say obsessed but I'm tired of tiptoeing and pretending I'm not interested in ships of all kinds. Character relationships are what drive our development at the end of the day. So I'd say in-between, ship favorable.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I'm not in any particular fandom but some favorite ships are: Spike and Julia from Cowboy Bebop, Kerrigan and Raynor from Starcraft, Ana Amari and Reinhardt from Overwatch, Fiona and Sean from Shameless, Wolfgang and Kala from Sense8.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Establish a dynamic of some sort and ask.

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