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octopodian · 2 years ago

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i realized i can just answer the questions. so heres that ask game i reblogged but about aide and i answer them myself. thank you everyone who asked about them here is even more (i copy n pasted the answers i already had).

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

their color is like a bright blood red! they also are associated with black and bronze bc thats the other colors they are. they only wear like khaki cargo shorts tho so....

what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

in real life? linkin park (numb, faint, papercut), the “let the bodies hit the floor” song, bring me to life by evanescence. they exist in dnd world tho so they dont have bands per se but they like metal! their bud izzy is a metal vocalist and they think him singing is calming. any depressing music with people yelling or really harsh noise is their thing

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

they are their own weapon!! they are a monk so they use punches and kicks. they had a sword at first bc its part of the gear dnd characters get lol but sold it once their punches did more damage. they also have a TINY bit of magic (warlock) so they use spells too, but far less. they like to brag about not needing a weapon but also theyre not that good at fighting lol.

how crafty/resourceful are they?

ummmm theyre kinda crafty but theyre not very creative, so i think it depends. working out an ingenious solution to something is Not their thing, but they can do delicate bead work and shit. give em instructions to follow and theyre golden.

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

they are usually naked because robot, but they do prefer aesthetics kinda. the big ass pants and no shirt tits out sort of look (they dont have tits) is what they r going for. they crave looking goth and such but are too self conscious rn, anything that “should” make them feel confident just makes them miserable

how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

it bald

favorite animal? why?

they like anything that’s associated with death and anything with an exoskeleton bc they like to think of their metal as an exoskeleton. so like bugs and vultures and such. honorable mention for crabs (i will be honest i dont even remember why but aide likes crabs) and rabbits (friends pet)

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

their friend tboy fried to give them “tincan” as a nickname and they held a grudge against him for it. they really really hate nicknames, “aide” is the only name theyre comfortable with. its pronounced like Ay-Dee though! so people call them “aid” or “ed” assuming the e is silent and they get angry about that too.

favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

they dont HAVE to eat bc theyre a robot. the only thing they have ever, in their life, eaten or drank is whiskey. so... i guess whiskey? they would keep kosher if they ate but again they do not

if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

they do!!! their most prized possession is a necklace with a magically frozen real teardrop on it (gnaeus gave it to them). wearing one is a social sign of being in mourning; they never take it off. they make their own jewelry and are proficient with jewelers tools. they prefer bronze over those two and rubies/red shit are their fave but onyx and diamonds cool too.

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

ohhhhhhh lol they have a LOT of 15 yr old cas in them lol. more than i realized at first. theyre REALLY depressed and angry in a way i can relate to so there's a lot there... i do think they are MORE angry than i am tho and they have very different priorities in life. theyre also pretty actively suicidal and at a low point whereas i am doing very well :). i think *i* would like them but idk if they would like me. we are autism. also i am a gay man and aide is TECHNICALLY attracted to men but not as a man.

how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

theyre coming up on two years i think in terms of when i made them. theyre 6 in canon. their birthday is Eleasias 20th which is 8/20 irl. this is NOT when i made them, i chose it bc its the very end of summer where the light starts dwindling. they never celebrated until their friends made a huge deal out of the 6th one, and theyre fine with it but wont go out of their way to do it themself

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

common, gnomish, elvish, dwarven, and grippli (which is a frog language)! you could sort of say gnomish is their native language (built by gnomes) but they grew up speaking it and common basically the same amount. they also speak common and gnomish sign language. theyre still fluent in dwarven and elvish but they use them FAR more rarely so theyre rusty.

also they have a magical ability to read Any writing (warlock eldritch invocations baby!) but this does not translate to speaking

are they any good with numbers?

theyre like fine with them. not a calculator, but pretty good. their favorites are 80, 18, and 8.

how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

if you ask them they have No family. No relatives. they consider gnaeus a father and spent their entire life including “childhood” with him, but are angsty and moany about how actually they are nothing to each other and gnaeus has his own family and aide isnt part of it and boo hoo. they sort of have a dad (person who wanted them built) but he’s dead. they have a friend who considers them a sibling, but he told them this and they threw a fit so that didnt go well. and theres a LOT of other “aide” robots (they are aide 80 after all) but aide doesnt consider them or the gnomes that made them “family”

do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

THEY DONT YET but i kinda want them to find some random possum or something and claim it is their warlock familiar. no one can tell if aide is joking or if aide thinks that a familiar is just any animal you decide to call that.

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

um they weren’t ever really a KID but they spent most of their life traveling with gnaeus, staying with rich friends of his and being kinda allowed to do whatever.

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

lying: good unless you lie to them in which case it is very mean

stealing: fine*

killing: fine*

*once a person is dead they have really strict morals for how to treat dead people respectfully. they will never ever take something from a corpse (a LOT of dnd is looting corpses. they do not do this.) and they usually leave a small stone by the body or grave as a sign of respect. they will, however, absolutely kill innocent people. they respect the dead almost more than they respect the living.

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

They are. And Everything Does.

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

in a universe with cars, probably they can drive but only manual. theyd want red and itd be pretty clean bc they wouldnt use it for anything except driving.

their favorite place to be?

Um idk. They like being near gnaeus but he's a person not a place

do they sleep well at night?

they dont sleep at all, they just enter a “rest mode” where they can still see and are fully conscious but dont move. that said they do NOT sleep well at night LOL. they hate resting bc it means theyre alone with their thoughts for 6 hours so they try to avoid it when possible but people get MAD so they cant rly get away with it and they don't bother trying.

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

They have a really deep and affectless voice cuz robot. It gets high and screechy when they're mad. They can't sing for shit its utterly toneless

do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

they make jewelery! they briefly sort of got into makeup but they have weird feelings about physical appearences rn and also it made them feel good and they do Not want to feel good rn. no indulgences allowed

how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

pretty fine! Their hearing is average and they have dark vision but only one eye so their depth perception isnt great.

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

they are REALLY fast, but they aren't super dexterous. More of a freight train than anything else. they are a monk so they're very agile but compared to monks with actual good stats they're clumsy as hell

if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

They don't watch sports. Theyd think WWE is "real" tho.

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

They'd rather die than show they care to be honest. they actually try really really hard to impress people that they care about, I think maybe it comes off as showing off sometimes? they will put their body on the line to defend a friends any day tho. And they show they don't like you by insulting you constantly but they also do this if they "like" you so

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

Not rly! They're more death themed than element themed.

do they smell like anything notable?

A penny

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

They are sort of neutral both ways. except when gnaeus gives them smth they take that really really seriously. they mostly kinda just feel awkward about it from most ppl. If you punched them they'd consider that a really good gift.

do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

I think all their habits are self destructive. OH they refer to people by however they introduce themselves even if other people use nicknames. even to the point of if you have a super super long name they will say the entire thing every single time. This is bc they hate being called nicknames and thus do not call people by them

if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

ahhh idk because the charavters they're around are my friends OCs, they don't interact with any of my other OCs really.

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

not good, not smart, not powerful, not useful, not someone whos perspective is worth listening to or someone who's talents are particularly valuable. they also believe they can't become abt of those things because (TO THEM) you can't become good by wanting to be good, because good people don't have to want it, they just are it. so they're resigned to the fact that they cannot better themself bc their motives aren't pure so anything they do is futile How they'd say it; "I can't just magically make myself a smart or talented or good person. I have to work on it and it would take a while and it wouldn't even matter because I'd only be doing it to try and impress someone. People who are actually important don't have to want it."

do they ever return home?

they don't have one; if they did they've never been

#text #aide #I stayed up too late writing this goodbye

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jokeson-u · 2 months ago

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No offense and I don't mean any disrespect to you, but I'm sorry. Your sister is a straight vile and disgusting piece of shit and fucking cunt to be defending Ryan Murphy's portrayal of the Menéndez brothers, and suggest that the real life brothers are lying about being abused. She's part of the problem and the reason why abuse victims don't speak up. And then as you said, she has the nerve to claim she's woke and all that? If she's the type that accuses victims of lying, then I don't put it past her to also be the type to say that victims "ask for it" and deserve it, because they don't fit "the perfect victim" standard. Seriously, FUCK HER! In fact, you can show her this message for me and tell her I said so, so she knows just what a shit person she really is. I don't even know her, but this is enough to make say I hate her. Anyone that accuses abuse victims of lying or agrees with them being painted in a bad light in media gets no compassion or grace from me.

NO DISRESPECT TAKEN AT ALL LMFAOOOOOO heres the thing. its not that she doesnt believe them NOW. its that shes so incredibly ignorant that, before watching the show, she somehow thought it wasnt public knowledge that they were victims. she thinks her bank of knowledge is the same as everyones. so shes acting as though ryan murphy 'showing they were abused' is some revolutionary act of justice. simply because she somehow never knew more about the case than 'crazy rich kids kill parents.' shes basically praising ryan for 'shining light' on their case..?? despite the actual facts already being out there?

so theres that ignorance. but then theres the part that really bugs me: her selective activism. bc my sister really does care about 'woke' things, but she'll look the other way if its someone she likes. or go out of her way to defend them. she likes ryan murphy, therefore any project he does shes gonna defend with 'well ryan murphy does things for controversy/shock!' I DONT GIVE A FUCK. he can easily do that by creating his OWN stories and not making a mockery of a real life tragedy. but she doesnt care! bc its ryan murphy and 'thats what he does.' SO WHY DOES HE DO IT??? like thats my issue. she gives half assed reasons like that without realizing that 'reason' is an issue too.

but her defense didnt end there! bc for some reason she realllly wanted to justify it so she spun this whole thing about what she 'thinks' ryan murphy is doing, which is this: "the first 4 episodes were super sensationalized and fictitious to represent how the press was depicting the boys and the case. and then on episode 5, things get serious and thats ryan bringing out 'out of the press' and 'into reality.'" .....what??? HUH? if that was what he was doing it would BE CLEAR. NOT SOME THEORY YOU WHIPPED UP AND ARE CLAIMING TO BE TRUE AS A DEFENSE OF HIS SHIT WRITING.

but basically. she does believe the boys were abused, but she believes what was in the ryan murphy show. AND she thinks this is all NEW knowledge that ryan is groundbreakingly showcasing. bc shes incredibly fucking ignorant. what she implied possibly NOT believing was eriks statement, as if he did it for publicity or smthn because 'he met with the actor the next day.' like how tf do those 2 things correlate?

anyways. my sister isnt one of those 'u were asking for it' people and she is knowledgeable about the concept of a perfect victim and why thats problematic. BUT, as i said, its selective in all aspects based on her knowledge. in this case, she had none, assumed no one did, and is taking ryans word for it (and spinning the non factual parts of the show it to make it look better in ryans defense.)

also there was a point where i said ryan shouldve named it 'monsters' and then the parents names instead, and she was like 'well that wasnt the name of the case' BITCH HES NOT MAKING A SHOW ABOUT THE CASE HES MAKING FANFICTION OF IT

#asks

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loregoddess · 5 months ago

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tagged by @fayesdiary

Do you make your bed? Yeah, every morning after I get up. It's a habit bc my mom made sure I made it every day as a kid, and now it just bugs me a lot if it's not made bc I'm really finicky about how things are in my spaces.

Favorite number? Used to be 7 when I was a kid, but as an adult it's more that I have numbers I like more than others (too many to list without looking a bit insane), which I then use for numerically significant things in my original creative projects (number of gods in a pantheon, number of magical element types, number of plot-important macguffins, etc.), enough that if I ever finish anything someone will be able to spot trends.

What's your job? I work various positions at a bakery-cafe restaurant.

If you could go back to school, would you? Yeah, if it was college and someone would pay me to do it. I love learning and there are so many subjects I would like to study, and being in a classroom taught by someone who's (in theory) really passionate about their subject, whom I can then pester with a ton of questions, tends to be a more enriching learning experience than trying to track down things myself and self-study. I can't really afford to take college classes for fun though, so eventually I will have to figure out how to self-study so I can sate my never-ending curiosity about various subjects.

Can you parallel park? I know the uh, theory for how to parallel park, but I've never tried it.

Do you think aliens are real? Yeah, in the sense that the universe is Very Big, and it would make logical sense for life to form in more than just one place. But while I used to be super interested in UFOs as a young kid, I don't really find aliens or UFO stuff interesting now, and I don't think aliens are responsible for anything in human or our planet's history, recent or distant. I'm more interested in space itself and the science around it, or, for as far as pseudosciences go, cryptids, which I was also interested in as a kid, and still am.

Can you drive a manual car? No bc I've only ever driven automatic cars, but I could probably learn how to drive manual.

Guilty pleasure? Kinda hard to figure this out bc I don't feel guilty over enjoying a lot of things. I guess it's weird for me to try and recommend Kakuriyo: Bed and Breakfast for Spirits as a show to anyone, bc despite the fact that I love it with my whole heart and it's a comfort show for me and stuff, if you were to ask me to like, critically look at the writing, it's not technically all that good? Like it's not badly written, it's just kinda plain, the second season repeats the plot of the first season with a few changes, the main character is sorta kinda a Mary Sue (even though I don't believe in using that term, I suppose she would be considered a Mary Sue by some other people's standards at least), the English dub actually does have bad localization so it really is better to watch it subbed and not an either/or is okay situation, there's nothing especially impressive about the animation or music or anything, and it only ever got two seasons so who the hell knows how the story ends (it's based on a light novel, and I think I found someone translating those but haven't had the time to check them out yet? and the manga adaptation is still a few arcs behind where the anime was at last time I checked). But I love this show so much anyhow, but it's so weird to tell people, "hey trust me, this is good even though it's not technically good", bc I know that it's more it just works for me and I don't actually know how many other people would enjoy it? Yeah anyhow, that's the closest thing I have to a guilty pleasure--I have no guilt in loving Kakuriyo, but hell if I can find a good reason to tell other people to watch it.

Favorite type of music? Uhhh, I dunno, I listen to a fairly wide variety of things depending on what I'm in the mood to listen to.

Do you like puzzles? Yes, I love most puzzles!

Favorite childhood sport? Hated sports as a kid bc asthma and bad experiences in elementary gym. Although I enjoyed bowling a lot, and would do it more often if I could make the time. Not sure if bowling counts as a sport though...

Do you talk to yourself? Yeah, mostly when I'm at work though bc it helps me focus on which tasks I need to complete, and keeps things kinda silly. I don't really do it at home that much though, regardless of whether I'm alone or not.

Tea or coffee? Tea, I love tea a whole lot, and have several different types that I drink at home regularly. I like coffee too, but my digestive system doesn't, which is unfortunate bc coffee is also really good but I can't really drink it anymore.

First thing you wanted to be when you grow up? I think it was uh, an Olympic figure skater actually? I didn't have the physical strength to get past the beginning lessons for figure skating though, and that was that. Probably for the best too.

What movies do you adore? I'm not really a movie person, so while I've seen a lot of movies that I loved, I don't necessarily rewatch them for fun too frequently. The major exceptions maybe being The Last Unicorn, which was one of my favorites as a kid and which I still love a lot, or Tokyo Godfathers, which I like to rewatch around Christmas.

Ah, hmmm, I tag @lookerdewitt, @midorilied, @alynnl, and uhhhh, anyone else who sees this and feels like doing it. If you want though, no pressure!

#tag game #oracle of lore

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palehottubchild · 7 months ago

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Get to know me

Thank you @sflow-er you know how much j like doing these ahahahhah

Do you make your bed?

Not really, i try to but in reality i never get around to it

What's your favourite number?

3, 9 and 12. NOT 6

What is your job?

i currently have two jobs, one of which is a little hard to explain but essentially boils down to research in healthcare and the other is hospitality in the biggest tourist attraction in my country (which is a seasonal job). two VERY different jobs in very different sectors, hahah

If you could go back to school, would you?

I actually am still in uni and i do not feel any particular wish to go back to high school. I would, however, have chosen a different degree if i could start over again but thats a different story.

Can you parallel park?

Technically yes, i can, but i hate it and it takes ages so i avoid it at all costs.

A job you had that would surprise people?

actually most jobs ive done surprise people, but more so because nobody knows they exist as jobs. In high school i used to do delivery for the pharmacy and as mentioned before now the research job. both things most people dont know are things someone gets paid to do until i tell them hahah.

Do you think aliens are real?

realistically i dont think its possible at all that we are the only planet with living beings on it. i do believe that there are no aliens in our solar system, but i do not believe that in the entirety of the universe only one planet managed to create life. I also think that life might look very different on other planets but im convinced 'aliens' exist in some way shape or form

Can you drive a manual car?

Again, technically i can. but i try to avoid it all costs bc ive only driven automatic cars basically since i got my license lol

What's your guilty pleasure?

reading fic, even more guilty if its from a fandom im technically no longer into but i sometimes just get this weird nostalgic need, you know

Tattoos?

Not yet, i have a design and a place in mind but my family is very strongly opposed to all tattoos and i still see them often enough to be a little bit afraid

Favourite colour?

for clothes, blue or brown. for other things anything in the navy colour palette (so like burgundy and navy and other colours in those kinda hues)

Favourite type of music?

I honestly will listen to anythign that has a recognisable distinct melody (so mostly excluding metal, too heavy rock and some rap) but am especially fond of 2000s 2010s dance music or indie/pop music from anything between the 80s and the 2010s. Not a big fan of what seems to be more modern pop culture but i can appreciate a harry styles or a taylor swift every once in a while

Do you like puzzles?

Yes!!!!! anything that i can use my brain for im down

Any phobias?

creeped out by all bugs and spiders (yes, even the cute and pretty ones) and not a big fan of big animals. slightly uncomfortable at high heights, dont do well in the dark and very very very uncomfortable in small spaces

Favourite childhood sport?

Did gymnastics until i was about 7 and then switched the the loml that was swimming and did that all the way up until uni. hated anything involving running or a ball

Do you talk to yourself?

Not when im alone, sometimes when other people are present

What movies do you adore?

I tend to like any movie i watch. Special mention to knives out, megamind and bottoms though

Coffee or tea?

I like the fancy coffees when im out having a drink or having lunch, at home i prefer tea

What was the first thing you wanted to be growing up?

i dont remsmber what came first exactly but the three professions that had the most prominent part in my youth were hairdresser, teacher and most of all writer. I always liked writing and words and languages and making things but unfortunately that took a stark dive durong high school that im still recovering from lol

as usual consider yourself tagged if you feel like doing this ahah

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servin-up-surveys · 11 months ago

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survey #194

Do you tend to speed when you drive? When I did drive, no. There were times of after driving a while I mighta zoned out a bit and slightly lost track of my speed, but I'd quickly realize and slow down.

Do you get bored with relationships quickly? No.

Who was the first person to ever give you flowers? Probably my parents at dance recitals.

Do you have an online game that you play often? Yeah, World of Warcraft.

Do you wear glasses? Yes, I'm blind as shit without them.

How long does it take you to normally take a shower? Not even ten minutes.

Have you ever burned incense before? Yes, I love doing that. It's been like, years, though.

Ever been on a picnic? No, but this is a dream date idea for me.

Have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend who was depressed? Yes.

Would you be able to climb out your bedroom window to sneak out? I mean yeah, if I needed to.

Was the last person you kissed younger or older than you? He's two years older.

Have you ever purchased Girl Scout cookies? Yeah.

Do you like waffles? I do, but not so much if they're like, hard or really crispy, I prefer them to be somewhat soft.

Do you find piercings/tattoos attractive? Oh hell yes, at least generally. Bad tattoos and badly placed piercings exist.

Do you always wear your seatbelt? Absolutely, I can't even imagine not doing so.

Have you ever liked someone much older than you? Only in the celebrity crush sorta way haha, in my real, personal life, I've never been romantically interested in an individual more than like, five-ish years older than me.

Do you have any secrets that nobody knows about? Yes. Nothing harmful or relating to other people, it's just... stuff I don't share.

Do you believe prayer really works? Nope.

Are tongue piercings slutty? lmfao no, they're hot as fuck

Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? oh brother

Least favorite alcoholic drink? I haven't tried all that many to be honest bc I'm so picky, but I can tell you I hate things with a strong alcohol concentration. I know I've hated any wine I've ever tried.

Have you ever kissed someone named Paul or Luke? No.

How did you meet the last male you texted? He's my father.

Do you wear skirts a lot? I don't think I've worn a skirt since childhood.

How many pairs of jeans do you think you have? Zero.

Are you one of those people who claim to live with no regrets? Nope, I've got 'em.

When was the last time you wore eyeshadow? Literally years ago.

What is your favorite color eyeshadow to wear? I only ever really wore black.

Would you rather work with animals or work with children? Animals, easy.

Would you rather work with children or work with teenagers? If I literally had zero choice, teenagers.

Would you rather watch a movie, watch a TV show, or watch a YouTube video? YouTube video.

What was the last type of cookie you ate? Chocolate chip.

What is your favorite type of frosting for a cake? Chocolate.

Do you know anyone who wants to be the president one day? Not that I'm aware.

Do you have your mom’s or dad’s hair? Mom's.

Have your parents ever been out of the country? No.

Do your pets chase after bugs? Roman does. He killed my bathroom spider friend a few days ago lmao

Is the last person you spoke to in love? No.

Who was the main character in the last book you read? That I finished, Jody. What I'm reading now has three "main" characters; the chapters alternate between them.

Who are the last people you saw kiss? My sister and her husband while I was taking photos.

Have you ever posted a fanfiction on a website? No.

What was the last unpleasant thing to wake you up? I don't know if it specifically woke me up, but back pain. I've been dealing with it on the left side of my back for a long time now.

When you get married, who will be the maid of honor/best man? My mom, very easily.

What was the last thing you took a picture of? I recently took holiday pics for my sister and her family.

When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get? Coke. I always do the same, depending on if they offer Coke or Pepsi products: Coke, or Mountain Dew.

When was the last time someone took a picture of you? I wanna say two Fridays ago when I was petting Oakley in her favorite spot (her chest) and Mom snapped a picture.

Would you date someone who’s shorter than you? Yes, otherwise is some of the most shallow shit I've ever heard.

Do you mind being the third wheel? I really don't, unless we're like, all in the same room and they're getting pretty intimate.

Have you ever felt guilty after doing something sexual? As a teenager, I wondered A LOT if I was breaking the "rules" of abstinence. Looking back, that shit was so insane, how much I cared about remaining a virgin until I got married.

Do your parents know if you’re having sex? I don't think my mom is totally sure, but last I mentioned in a doctor's office (asking if I could be pregnant or anything), she probably thinks not.

Do you prefer candy corn or conversation hearts? Both are awful.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth? um definitely not jizz

Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? thank fuck no

(If you’re a girl) Has anyone ever called you "shortie" instead of girl? No, thank god, I'd cringe so fuckin hard

Do you think you’re more cute or sexy? I mean out of the two, cute, but I don't find myself anywhere near either.

What did you eat for lunch today? I actually didn't eat lunch. I'm trying to remove it from my routine for weight loss purposes.

What was the last thing you threw up? literally Dorito's lmao

Last person’s house you were in? Besides my own, my older sister's.

Are you someone’s best friend? Girt's, at least.

Favorite gemstone? Dragon's breath opal.

What is the last thing you said to the person you like? Life kinda forced a kitten onto Girt lol, but he's in love with it and it's absolutely adorable. It was something regarding her as he's planning what to do with her when no one is home.

Missing anybody? Girt, I haven't seen him in around a week and I miss him.

Do you want any tattoos? If yes, what? I want a ton of tattoos. My next one will almost certainly be with Christmas money to cover my "ohana" mistake, of a green apple covered with black ooze in a design that's like what you see on the poison apple from Snow White.

What are your plans for the day? Today's over, but tomorrow morning I get some blood taken for a thyroid health follow-up appointment next week, and I believe my A1C is also being tested again. I'm a nervous fucking wreck about it. Mom's mentioned at some point she also wants to bring the (STUNNING!!!!) wreath she made my sister to her house, and I'll ride with her for that. I might see if Girt wants to stop by after work.

What did you have for breakfast? Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

What color hair do you find sexiest on the opposite gender? I find abnormally colored hair sexiest on literally anybody, lol.

What celebrity did your most recent ex resemble? No one that I knew of? I did always tell her her singing reminded me of Amy Lee, though. Regardless of what I think of her, Sara was an incredible singer.

When did you last consume something that had peanut butter? Literally tonight haha, I had apples with peanut butter after dinner.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions #questionnaire #\

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ishhbowl · 2 years ago

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tell me about your oc’s they sound cool :3

OKOKOK SO! i have many oc universes but the one i was talking abt is my (eventual. i will make it someday i promise) webcomic Into Orbit!! its about four teenagers in the year 2009 who’s town is getting invaded by aliens and wacky hijinks ensue :)

^^^this is the only piece of (some of) the mcs i have on hand, there are more but im on my phone rn 😔

the one at the bottom is jaz phuong!! she/her bisexual grunge enthusiast who has dreams of owning a motorcycle, but unfortunately she is Fifteen Years Old and cannot drive one. truly a tragedy. however she makes due with wearing a motorcycle helmet roughly 60% of the time (has gotten into detention several times refusing to take it off.) she can come off as gruff and intimidating at first, however she just has autism and social anxiety and doesn’t know how to talk to people. she is the coolest one here by far tho. and also my favorite to draw. i love her <3

going clockwise, the next character is theo rivera!:3 he/him token cishet (however he is ace and gnc!! so still a win for the gays) and jaz’s reluctant friend/bestie/boyfriend depending on where you are in the story. hes a silly goofy mischievous little boy with a bad temper that he tries to keep under wraps. when he’s in a really bad mood, though, he sneaks out into the junkyard next to his house and smashes shit with his trademark Baseball Bat Never Once Used To Play Baseball (tm), which will absolutely not ever get him into trouble what are you talking about. he rides on the bike pegs he insisted jaz attach to her bike and they are so incredibly important to me do you understand

next up is shelley “shel” bloomberg, he/him worlds most cringest boy (its a feature not a bug). he’s grayromantic and gay, but he doesn’t know it yet so shhh!!!! hes a massive alien fan, local believer of every cryptid ever (he WILL show you "proof" if asked), avid xfiles watcher and scifi enjoyer. basically hes a huge nerd and we love him for it. usually he gets made fun of (*COUGH* SYLV *COUGH*) for his interests, but its lucky he knows his stuff, seeing as their town is about to get invaded by real-life actual aliens!! can most likely be found on call with his brother alex, playing his scuffed (absolutely NOT pirated he would never do such a thing stop lying) copy of the sims 2, or looking for extraterrestrial life using his handheld telescope. or just looking at space bc you know. space cool.

finally, we have sylvia mahji, she/her the most beloved of girls in the whole wide world. unlabeled sapphic who is POSSESSED BY AN ALIEN!! UH OH!!! well its really more of an unwilling symbiotic relationship but still UH OH!! dont worry her and her alien parasite become buddies (or more... hmmm.........) as time goes on. and she gets alien superpowers. hell yeah. she often ends up being mean to people in an effort to fit in, however all she really wants is friends :( her and theo used to be besties above all the resties but they started drifting apart at the beginning of the story, something to be discussed over the course of the plot. also she and shel are neighbors and have a rival relationship, like they hate each other so much for literally no reason. can you tell i like rivals to friends relationships. oH YEAH AND SHES FUCKING CRACKED AT BASKETBALL GIRL IS BALLING FR

other characters include: spacegirl!! the aforementioned alien parasite of sylv. she, although her name would make you think otherwise, is not a girl but an alien. i dont have a design settled on for her, but i do know that i want her to be humanoid, and she's got a green and pink color scheme :) when she takes control of sylv's body (because she can do that. forgot to say. eyah) sylv's eyes turn green and other eyes open up all over her body because cool :thumbsup: she came on the same spaceship the invaders coming to earth are from, but she just wants to see earth and have fun!! and maybe prevent her evil tyrant alien leader from taking over another world!! who knows!!

another important character is alex flores-bloomberg, shel's half brother, scene kid, and all around goofy guy :3 transmasc he/him, really just here to cause problems and get myspace followers. shel's father absolutely hates him and that fact is only partly because he stained his entire bathroom with hairdye. he's two years younger than the rest of the cast, a point that will be constantly used to make fun of him. i love him dearly. you get it.

uhh eyah thatsit :3 i could go on about them forever and everr so if anyone wants to know more about a specific character(s) or the plot or whatever pleasepleaseprettyplease ask!! ^_^

#oc tag #sorry this is so long they just occupy so much space in my brain

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itskimtaehyung · 6 years ago

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Strawberry Milk

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, romance, fluff

Word Count: 5.7k

Content/Warnings: You and Taehyung “platonically” sharing a bed. You crushing Taehyung with your entire body while rollerskating. Going on a long drive and lying in a field with Taehyung while you stargaze.

Summary: Growing up, your little brother Jimin used to follow you around like a duckling. And wherever he went, so did his best friend, Taehyung. That made two ducklings. Although he was only a couple of years younger than you, you always saw him as a baby, like a second little brother. You didn’t expect that would ever change.

A/N: This was supposed to be for Tae’s birthday but I couldn’t finish it in time because time is an illusion

Strawberries, milk, sugar. Three simple ingredients. The flavors of your childhood. A foolproof combination that never failed to put a smile on your face. The nostalgic taste that brings back memories of those days at the strawberry field. The simplicity of youth.

You have known Taehyung for as long as you can remember. He was Jimin’s best friend, and still is, as a matter of fact.

As children, they went everywhere with you. You were only a couple years older, but to them, you seemed much bigger. You were the authority figure when there were no adults around. You made all the decisions. They followed you to the playground, the candy store, the ice cream parlor, and when they were old enough, they went with you to and from school. Your own friends accepted the three of you as a package. They understood that wherever you went, Jimin and Taehyung would follow.

Your favorite place to go was the strawberry field down the street from your house. It was a big open patch where the reddest, plumpest strawberries grew. You took the boys there where they could run around and play while you entertained your current hobby: be it reading, writing, or sometimes drawing. Taehyung loved it especially. Strawberries were his favorite fruit. He loved frolicking through the fragrant patch and picking the juiciest strawberries to snack on when he got hungry. At the end of the day, he would stuff some berries in his pocket and bring them back to your house, where he would mash them up with some milk and sugar to make fresh strawberry milk for all of you. These were his happiest memories.

Taehyung was more than just your brother’s best friend. You spent so much time together, it was like he was your second brother. As if you had twin baby brothers instead of just the one.

Jimin and Taehyung have always been quite similar, but also different. They both love to play sports, dance, and play video games. But Taehyung is more into superhero movies, while Jimin loves horror. You also have an inclination to horror, so your most of movie nights were supernatural thriller or gory slasher films. All of which gave Taehyung nightmares, but he put up with it because you were his best friends. Oftentimes after a horror movie, Taehyung would ask to stay in your room, and you would let him sleep on your bed while clutching one of your stuffed rabbits. And of course, Jimin joined in, too. However, as they grew older, the three of you got too big to fit on your bed, so the boys stayed together in Jimin’s room from then on. Taehyung took your rabbit with him.

For a long time, you didn’t stop seeing them as the babies they once were. From time to time, when you went to the grocery store, you would see a little boy in a puffy jacket much like the ones Taehyung and Jimin used to have, and think that boy looks a lot like my brother. But then either Jimin or Taehyung would walk up next to you and you’d remember that both of them are now much taller than you.

Before you knew it, high school came along. There was no more time for going to the strawberry patch and picking strawberries. Taehyung switched to boxed strawberry milk, which his girlfriend brought to lunch for him every day from her parents’ grocery store. It wasn’t the same, but it still made Taehyung happy.

Jimin also had a girlfriend, and they mostly kept to themselves. He still hung out with you and Taehyung after school, but weekends were always spent with her. You liked both of their girlfriends. They were nice. However, the boys preferred to spend their time alone with them, so you never really got to know them.

Although they had their own lives, they were still always there when you needed them. When your high school sweetheart dumped you, just days before graduation, Jimin and Taehyung dropped everything to comfort you. They bought snacks and rented movies and Taehyung made you some fresh strawberry milk. You immediately felt better because you were all together.

When you started university, you had to move away from home. It was the first time you three had been separated in what felt like your entire life. For the first semester, you and the boys texted almost everyday, but as time went on and you all got busier, the communication dwindled. Although, Taehyung still tried to video chat with you at least once a week. But two years later, when Taehyung and Jimin started school at the same university, the three of you got back together like you were never apart.

When Jimin and Taehyung applied to live in the dorms, they both wrote in the application that they wanted to room with each other. Unfortunately, they did not get their wish. The housing department stuck them each with a random stranger as a roommate. Although everyone filled out a survey during the application period so that they could be paired with someone with similar interests, they couldn’t be more different from the people they were assigned to live with.

Because of this, the boys like to escape their roommates and hang out together at your place, where they don’t have to share a couch and a TV with the entire floor. Since you aren’t a freshman anymore, you’re allowed to live off campus in a nearby apartment. You have your own room and just one apartment-mate, who is rarely home and spends most of her time at her boyfriend’s place.

On this particular night, Jimin got to pick which movie you guys would watch, and he chose some new interactive psychological thriller on Watchflux. Jimin’s sitting on the couch, sifting through the other options available on the streaming website and snacking on his favorite candy, while Taehyung is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him with a large basket of strawberries he bought at the market earlier today. You pour yourself a glass of milk in the kitchen and grab the bowl of popcorn you had popped and walk back into the living room, placing yourself on the couch beside your brother.

“There’s plenty of room on the couch, Tae. Why are you sitting on the floor?” you ask, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth.

“It’s comfortable here. Plus, I don’t want to accidentally get strawberry mush on your couch.”

“So you’d rather stain the carpet?” you tease.

Taehyung frowns.

You sigh wistfully and ask, “Taehyung, how many strawberries do you think you’ve eaten? In your entire life.”

He furrows his brows, thinking. “Not sure. One million? Two million? Maybe even three million? All plausible answers.”

“You really think you’ve eaten over a million strawberries?”

“Don’t underestimate me,” he says before biting into another strawberry and flicking away the stem.

“And Jimin.” Your brother pauses with a fistful of candy halfway to his mouth. “How many gummy worms do you think you’ve eaten? You know all that sugar isn’t good for you.”

He lowers his hand. “Hey! Don’t tell me how to live my life! You’re not mom! And what about you? You really think all that milk you drink is still gonna make you grow? You’re 20 years old! You’re not gonna get any taller.” Jimin then shoves the handful into his mouth.

“You’re such a child.”

“I’m only two years younger than you!” Jimin protests, though the words are barely discernible from all the candy in his mouth.

“I practically raised you! You and Taehyungie will always be little babies in my eyes.”

Jimin swallows. “You didn’t raise us. And we’re eighteen years old! We’re not babies anymore!”

“Yeah!” Taehyung agrees.

“Whatever, you ungrateful brats. Anyway, I happen to like the taste of milk.” You pout and take a sip from your glass of milk. “Hey, put some of those in here, will you?” You thrust your glass toward Taehyung.

Reluctantly, Taehyung grabs some strawberries out of his basket, removes the stems, and smushes them between his fingers before dropping them into your milk.

“Are you all ready?” Jimin asks once the two of you are done. “I’m going to start the movie.”

You and Taehyung nod.

The movie is decently scary, even for you, and contains a fair amount of blood. By the end of it you find yourself gripping onto one of your throw pillows.

You notice that Taehyung has finished his strawberries and his fingertips are stained a bright red.

“You know, mashed up strawberries look a lot like blood.”

“Why would you say that?!” Taehyung recoils as you voice your observation.

“One time I was cutting strawberries and I hadn’t realized I cut my finger because everything was red.”

“You didn’t have to tell me that. Why would you tell me that?!” He stares down at his fingers, his eyes wide in horror.

You and Jimin laugh.

“I think, after 18 years of life, you finally made the boy hate strawberries.”

“False.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I will never hate strawberries. Strawberries have been my favorite food ever since my grandmother first fed them to me straight out of the womb.”

“Shut up!” You throw a popcorn kernel at him. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“It may be bullshit, but what’s not is the fact that I still love and will always love strawberries.”

Later that night, you’re half asleep when your door slowly creaks open. Light spills into the room from the hallway. You sit up and rub your eyes, only to see Taehyung standing in your doorway, clutching one of the pillows you gave him in his arms.

“Hey.”

You turn on the lamp that rests on your night stand. “Hey, Tae. Is everything alright?”

He shifts nervously on his feet. “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep. That movie has me kind of freaked out.” He looks at you and hesitates before speaking again. “Do you… do you think I could sleep with you tonight? You know, like we used to do after horror movies?”

“Tae, you’re not a kid anymore.”

“Didn’t you say Jimin and I will always be babies to you?”

“I was half joking.”

“I know. But, I guess old habits die hard,” he says with a tired smile.

You sigh in resignation. “Fine.” You pat the empty spot next to you on the bed.

He cautiously crawls into bed next to you, careful not to get to close.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You reach over and turn off your lamp.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re unusually warm, and there’s an uncomfortable weight across your body. It takes you a moment to realize that Taehyung has wrapped his arms tightly around you in his sleep. Carefully, you turn to look at him. You want to get up and get started on your day, but he’s so peacefully asleep that you don’t want to wake him.

“Tae,” you whisper.

The boy shifts closer to you, smushing his stubbly cheek against yours and enveloping you even tighter. You sigh inwardly. Perhaps you can sleep in a bit more. This does feel rather nice, having someone spoon you like this. But this is Taehyung we’re talking about here. This should be weird, but instead it feels weirdly right.

You resist the urge to reach up and cup his cheek. You don’t think he’s ever been this close to you. He’s not your baby brother anymore. Your heart thumps as the realization is finally hitting you. Even if you never felt any romantic attraction toward him in all the years you’ve known him, you definitely feel some kind of physical attraction toward him right now. You just want him to hold you forever. Breathing in the comfort of his scent, you lower your head and nuzzle it into the crook of his neck. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and hope he stays asleep so you can rest here a little longer. He never has to know.

Taehyung emerges from your bedroom as you’re making breakfast. You managed to slip away from him earlier without disturbing his slumber. Now, you open the fridge, grabbing a couple of eggs out of their carton as he casually saunters over to you and surveys the contents of the fridge.

Taehyung reaches over you to to grab the milk. “Hi.” He flashes a grin in your direction. He’s got a serious case of bedhead, with his hair sticking up in every direction. You start to think that he looks absolutely adorable like this, and you kind of wish you were still in bed, wrapped in his warm embrace.

“Morning, Tae. How’d you sleep?” You ask, trying not to stare.

“Like a baby.” You read his face, attempting to decipher whether anything has changed with him. “What are you looking at?” He raises an eyebrow.

You quickly dart your eyes away and shake your head. “Nothing.”

“Thanks for letting me sleep with you last night. It felt like we were kids again.” He smiles at you again.

“Anytime, Tae.” You nearly choke on the words and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Where’s Jimin?” He asks you.

“He had class this morning, so he left not that long after you got up.”

“Ah, so it’s just you and me.”

“Mhm,” you croak. He’s looking at you, but you avoid meeting his eyes as you focus on making your eggs.

“Did he… you know, ask where I was?”

“No. He was in a hurry and I guess he assumed you already left.

He nods and grabs a box of cereal from on top of the fridge and pours himself a bowl. He leans his back against the counter, crunching on his corn flakes, while he watches you make your breakfast.

“Why are you so quiet? Everything okay?”

“Hm? Nothing. I’m just tired,” you fib.

“Were you not able to sleep because of me? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not that.” Quietly you add, “It’s definitely not that.”

“What was that?”

“Hm? Nothing.”

Taehyung frowns, obviously not satisfied with your answer, but he’s done with his corn flakes now, so he doesn’t press further. He simply washes his bowl and stalks toward the bathroom.

You finish making your eggs and eat them with some toast. When you’re done, a freshly-shaven Taehyung walks out of the bathroom with a handful of his PJs. He stuffs them into his backpack and slings his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna head out now. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Tae.”

As soon as the door shuts behind him, you take a deep breath and exhale. This morning was nothing. He’s not even aware of the fact that he was so close to you. Nothing is different for him. You shouldn’t get so worked up over it, you tell yourself. You’ve been best friends with Taehyung for ages. Feeling this way is simply not allowed. But, unfortunately for you, you’re not that good at listening to yourself.

You figure you need to distance yourself from Taehyung until these feelings subside, but really you can’t stop thinking about how nice it was to wake up with his arms around you. You weren’t exactly avoiding Taehyung these last few days, because it would seem obvious that something was off, but you didn’t really make an effort to see him either.

Later that week, you get a text from Jimin.

Jimin: Hey I got a Groupon for the roller rink downtown. You wanna come? You: Sure! When? Jimin: Tonight? 7 ish?

This is a great opportunity for a distraction, so readily you agree.

When you show up to the roller rink later that night, you see your brother waiting out front with none other than Taehyung.

Ah, heck, you think to yourself. So much for distracting you from your newly developed feelings for Taehyung.

“Hey, guys. I didn’t know you were coming too, Tae.”

“Of course I’d invite him, Y/N,” Jimin responds. “Don’t be silly.”

You look over at Taehyung and he smiles at you, the same way he always has, but this time you feel a strange flutter in your chest as you smile back.

“Can we please go inside now?” Jimin asks. “It’s freezing out here.”

The three of you make your way up the steps and into the building.

“You know, you could have waited for me inside. I could have met you by the ticketing counter.”

Jimin merely frowns and approaches the counter. You all tell the worker your skate sizes and he grabs all of your skates and hands them to Taehyung. As Jimin finishes paying, you and Taehyung agree to walk over to the benches and put on your skates first.

“Wait, shit,” Taehyung mutters as you reach the benches. “I don’t remember which skates are which.” He holds up the bunch of skates which hang in his hand by their laces.

“Yours are the red ones,” you tell him. “Jimin and I are the same size so we both have the white ones.”

Taehyung inspects the skates and then glances are your feet. “Are your feet really that huge?”

“No!” You object. “Jimin’s are just tiny!”

Taehyung lets out a laugh, amused by your overreaction, and hands you your skates. Your hand accidentally touches his as you grab onto the laces, and you jerk your hand away a little too abruptly.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks you.

“Yeah. Your hands are just so cold,” you lie. “Man, I can’t remember the last time I went skating,” you muse, wanting to change the subject.

“I think the last time was when Jimin and I were fourteen. Unless you’ve gone without us since then.” Both of you take a seat on the bench.

“You guys know I don’t go anywhere without you.” You take off your shoes and slip the skates onto your feet. “Oh, god. How do I stand up now?” You attempt to put some weight on your feet while still gripping onto the bench, but they start to roll from under you.

“Here, let me help.” Taehyung hasn’t put on his skates yet, so he stands up easily and takes your hand in his. He slips his other hand around your waste and holds on to you firmly. “Ready? Are you holding on to me?” You nod. “Okay, stand up on the count of three. One, two, three!”

Suddenly you’re yanked off your feet and you nearly tumble forward from the momentum, but Taehyung catches you and steadies you. “You good?”

You nod, but it’s a half lie. Taehyung’s arm is still around you, and he doesn’t seem like he’s letting go anytime soon. You look up to find him staring at you and you meet his eyes. You open your mouth, feeling like you should say something, but your mind draws a blank. Taehyung continues to look at you expectantly.

“Sorry that took so long.” The sound of Jimin’s voice breaks you out of your daze. “I ran into someone from dance.”

Taehyung suddenly pulls away from you and you’re left wishing he hadn’t let go. You teeter slightly before fully gaining your balance.

“These are yours.” Taehyung hands over the other pair of white skates to your brother.

“Thanks.” Jimin takes them and puts them on. “I’m gonna out-skate both of you bitches.”

Roller skating is a lot more difficult than you remember. It’s not like ice skating, where if you get tired or frustrated, you can just leave the rink and walk normally without worrying about falling. With roller skates, you’re on constantly on wheels until you take them off, so even if you leave the rink, you have the exact same chance of falling flat on your face while on your way to the benches.

You are well aware of this as you slowly inch yourself into the rink, which is just a hardwood oval that’s sectioned off from the rest of the building. You have no idea why you’re wobbling so much, or why it’s so difficult for you to keep your balance. Last time you went skating, you weren’t nearly as bad at it as you are right now. Something about this feels extremely alien, and the fear of falling makes everything worse.

But there’s nothing wrong with falling. Sure, you might get hurt, but you can always pick yourself back up and move on. You have your brother and your best friend here to help you. So there’s nothing to be afraid of.

With this new mindset, you push forward, more confidently this time.

“Y/N! Come on!” Jimin calls out to you. He skates toward you and grabs your hand. “Why are you just standing there?”

“I’m out of practice!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he reassures.

Your brother pulls you along with him as he skates around the rink. You struggle to keep up with him, but you’re a lot steadier than before. You’re able to let all your worries go and have fun, just you and your brother.

“See? You’re doing fine!” His eyes light up. “Hey, I’ll race you!”

Before you can even agree, Jimin lets go of your hand and zooms off, expecting you to follow. You glide one foot in front of the other, faster and faster as you try to catch up to your brother. You feel the air whipping past your face, and everyone around you is reduced to a blur.

“That’s not fair, Jimin! You got a head start!”

You’re so close to catching up to him, and when you think you can, you reach your arm and and try to tag him. However, you lean forward a little too much and you lose your balance. You try to use the breaks at the front of your skate, but that causes you to tumble forward.

You throw your hands out the soften your fall and close your eyes, knowing that you’ll hit the ground soon. You let out a yelp when you suddenly collide with something, taking it down with you. That something cushions your fall, and the next thing you know, you’re on the ground, not in nearly as much pain as you thought you would be.

You open your eyes and see Taehyung on the floor beneath you.

“Oh my god! Taehyung are you okay?” You push yourself into a sitting position and face the boy.

He lifts his head up, wincing as he rubs the back of it with his hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m a lot better than you would be if you had taken that fall.”

“I am so sorry! I didn’t see you! Oh my god! Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?! Do you want me to call an–”

“I’m fine, Y/N. Really.” You turn your head to look at the hand that Taehyung has placed on your shoulder. “You didn’t crash into me. I saw that you were about to fall and rushed over.”

“Oh. I–” You feel a blush creep into your cheeks. “Thank you for watching out for me.”

“Of course. You’re my best friend. You don’t have to be afraid of falling when you’re with me.”

“Thanks, Tae.”

He smiles at you and holds your gaze for longer than you think he should. But it’s comfortable, and you find yourself unable to look away. You feel the inexplicable urge to lean in a press your lips against his, to feel how soft they’d be against yours, to know how it feels to kiss him. And you almost do.

That is, until Jimin rolls on over to you two. “What happened? Are you guys okay?”

Reluctantly, you look away from Taehyung and toward your brother. His brows are knit together in concern as he scans the two of you for any signs of injury.

“Yeah, Jimin, we’re fine. Y/N was just being a speed demon and collided with me. But we’re okay.”

You glanced at Taehyung in confusion, but you just brush it off.

“Well, if you guys are okay, you should get up because these kids are kind of getting annoyed about you being in the way.”

You were so distracted by Taehyung, you forgot how crowded the rink actually is. In those moments he was all you could focus on.

“Oh, right. Yeah, we should get up.”

Taehyung stands up first and reaches a hand out to help you. You take it and then apologize to the people around you, though none of them are really listening.

You make it back to the bench with a couple of new bruises, but nothing serious. Although, you do feel a little bit dizzy. You try to remember whether you hit your head or not. You replay the scene that happened just moments earlier. Your memory of it is quite vivid: colliding with Taehyung, having his body press against you as the two of you fall to the floor.

Taehyung kneels in front of you, gently squeezing both your arms and checking for any injuries you may not have felt. You stare at him, trying to figure out whether he feels even the slightest bit the same as you do, but you can’t get a read on his expression. He just looks concerned. “You sure you’re alright?”

You nod and watch as his hands travel down your arm until his hands are wrapped around yours. As you watch him care for you, you feel the urge to reach your hand out to tilt his face up and kiss him.

He releases your hand and places his on your thigh, causing you to startle.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. “I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

He continues squeezing down your leg, and you wince when he gets to your calf.

“Does that hurt?”

“A little.” You grimace as he presses down on it harder.

“I think it’s just a bruise. Do you want ice?”

You shake your head again. “No, I’ll be okay.”

He gets up and places himself next to you on the bench. “I’m glad to hear that.” He gives you a soft smile. “Are you ready to get back out there?”

“Not yet.” You grip the edge of the bench with your hands, painfully aware of how close he’s sitting next to you, his arm brushing up against yours.

Taehyung interprets your stiffness as anxiousness and places his hand over one of yours. “I’ll wait here with you until you’re ready. Even if it takes the rest of the night. And when you do decide to go back out there, I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. Got it?”

“Thanks, Tae.”

He puts his arm around you and pulls you close, a gesture meant to reassure you, like he’s done a million times before. But this time, it feels different, and you wonder if it’s just you who feels this way.

“Hey, are you busy tonight? You wanna do something with me?”

This is the first time Taehyung has called you since that night at the roller rink. You hesitate, not knowing if you can handle seeing him again right now. The last time you hung out, it took all your willpower to refrain from kissing him. “Sure. Is Jimin coming too?”

“No, he’s busy. My boy’s got a date tonight!”

“Ooooh... A date? With who?”

“Not sure. He didn’t really specify. Probably someone from his dance team.”

Your heart clenches. Your baby brother really is growing up. “Awww. I’m happy for him.”

“Me, too. I know things didn’t end well with him and Sana, so I’m glad he’s getting back out there.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“So are you down to hang out or what?” Taehyung asks again.

You hesitate. You don’t want to say no, because then Taehyung would definitely suspect something is out of the ordinary. However, you don’t know if you can trust yourself to be alone with him. “What did you want to do?”

“I found this place online that I wanna check out.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you.”

You frown, although you know he can’t see it.

“I can tell you’re frowning.”

“You know I don’t like surprises.”

“It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Fine, I’ll go with you.”

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in 10.”

Taehyung is uncharacteristically quiet as he picks you up. When he asked you to hang out, you assumed he meant to get food at some new restaurant he found, since you guys usually go out to eat together. But he’s been driving down the same road for about thirty minutes now, and your college town is turning more and more rural as you go.

You turn your head toward him. “Tae, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” The corner of his lip tugs up mischievously.

After about ten more minutes, Taehyung turns his truck onto an unmarked dirt road and continues driving until the two of you reach what looks like a dirt parking lot. He parks the car and gets out, walking over to your side of the vehicle to open the door for you.

He reaches out his hand and you take it, stepping down from the truck.

“Tae, where are we?” you ask, still not letting go of his hand.

Instead of answering, he shuts the car door and leads you to the green field that stretches before you.

“What is this?”

He just smiles a looks at you. “You tell me.”

Cautiously, you step onto what looks like grass, but, upon closer inspection, is actually…

“Strawberries? This is a strawberry field?”

“Mhm.” He nods, beaming at you. “Come on.”

Still holding your hand, he leads you into the field and you’re suddenly thrown back to when you two were kids, in the strawberry field by your house.

“Are we allowed to be here?”

“Yep. It’s a public field.”

You look around you. The field extends on toward the horizon. “But there’s no one here,” you point out.

“Not many people know about it. It took a lot of researching to find this place. The next closest public strawberry field is, well, at home.”

“Why did you take me here?”

Instead of answering, Taehyung puts a finger to his lip. “Shh. Look.”

At that moment, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, and the sky turns a pastel shade of pink. Almost like strawberry milk.

“Isn’t this beautiful?”

“It is.” You look off into the sunset, and you’re able to forget all the weirdness you created for yourself lately and the distance you tried to put between you and Taehyung. You notice in your peripherals that Taehyung is looking at you, so you turn your head towards him.

The two of you lock eyes, but neither of you speak. You just stand there, holding each other’s gaze, allowing the soft breeze to blow between you.

“I love you, Tae,” you sigh.

“I love you, too.”

“No. I love you, Tae.”

He steps closer, leaning in slowly and bending his head down so that his face is level with yours, and then he kisses you, so softly and gently.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

He pulls back and scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction. You simply look at him with bewildered eyes. This kiss was nothing like you expected, but it was everything you wanted in a kiss. Delicate, tender, loving.

“Y/N,” Taehyung says softly. “Can I kiss you again?”

You’re still too stunned from the first kiss to react. But then you simply nod.

When he kisses you, you kiss him back harder.

Somehow, you and Taehyung end up lying down in the middle of the strawberry field, facing each other, surrounded by the fragrant plants and their berries.

“Have you always loved me?” You utter softly, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Of course.” He looks at you with a tender expression.

“Romantically?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Then what changed?”

Taehyung places a hand on your hip and pulls you in so that your bodies are touching. “You know what changed. Because it was the same for you.”

You nod solemnly. “So you were awake too.”

“I was.”

Much later, the sun is long gone, and the moon is high in the sky. Taehyung’s arm is around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. Your head rests on his chest, and your arm is slung lazily across his stomach. Billions of stars glitter above you, far more abundant and brilliant than what can be seen in the city. It’s not cold. There is a warm, gentle breeze that caresses your skin, calming you as you both silently enjoy each other’s company. You start to drift asleep when Taehyung speaks again.

“Hey, what if I dyed my hair pastel pink? Like the color of strawberry milk?”

You turn your head so that you can look at him. “Shut up. You would not.”

“Maybe I would!” He challenges. “Don’t underestimate me, Y/N.”

You chuckle and kiss him on his jaw.

“Hey, maybe we can go to New York and visit the strawberry field one day. You know, the one in the Beatles’ song.”

“You know it’s not like an actual field right?”

“What?”

“Yeah, I saw pictures online. It’s just some sad patch of grass.”

Taehyung looks at you incredulously. “Then why write a whole song about it?”

“I don’t know, Tae. I don’t know.”

You lie there, looking at each other in silence. You reach your hand up and cup his cheek.

Although there’s no one else around you to hear, it’s just so quiet here that it feels wrong to disturb the peace, so you whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispers back.

He leans closer and kisses you.

“What are we going to tell Jimin?” You think about how weird this conversation would be, telling your baby brother that you and his best friend are now dating.

“We don’t have to tell time anything if you don’t want to. We can let him know when you’re ready.”

You nod and he kisses you on the forehead.

“I think the longer we wait, the harder it will be to tell him.”

Taehyung nods understandingly. “I agree.”

“Hey, can you make me some strawberry milk when we get home?”

He gives your shoulder a squeeze and places another kiss atop your head. “Of course.”

#bts writing squad #btswriters #kreativenetwork #kimtaehyungnet #armiesnet #networkbangtan #btssunshinenet #kim taehyung #bts v #bts fanfic #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #my writing #idk if you can tell but i have a thing for lying in fields #see: forget me not #i would never do it in real life though bc i hate bugs #but this is fiction!! there are no bugs!!

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caroloftheshells · 3 years ago

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if i ever make a pass at doing public ““music theory”” on here somebody needs to step in and tell me it’s a bad idea bc the practical outcome will just be me getting into pointless twitter beef w/r***** k********* or something

#not that he's all bad but cannot stand his vibes. truly #also y'all know that carrot meme? originally two bugs comparing carrots & one has lots of greens but one has lots of carrot underground #+the one with lots of visible greens is pop but the one with the bigger carrot is classical bc it's ~deep~ or ~more nutritious~ or whatever #anyway. a complete 'boomer meme' etc; and has obviously been riffed on to hell and back by ppl with good taste #anyway he was like 'nobody ever does this in reverse [pop fans making fun of classical fans]' which is like. lol where #i mean was not agreeing with the original meme ofc but how can you be a hip hop scholar & never encounter ppl who goof on classical music #also he is a hip hop scholar and a white guy yep i mean nothing against that but he's constantly like tweeting abt how (...)#(...) cool and interesting his work/classes are for bringing in non notated shit and really trying 2 get Progressive Cred 4 his Expertise #and doing that whole.... 'let's explain the ''hidden genius'' of x rap track thru the lens of parameters that are important 2 wam' thing #meanwhile recently he made this pretty eyeroll-worthy semi-viral callout of lil nas x #for using vst (synth) horns in industry baby; which isn't even true!; but even if it were true it was just in rly bad taste re 'fakeness' yk #and like indirectly calling the production cheap #and then some people corrected him and he was like ok cool but here's also a 17 tweet thread on the implications of ppl telling me i'm wrong #anyway. i hate twitter though and i'm going to try & go as long as possible w/o making one. so hopefully this will never happen #theorycomp tag #carol overreacts to life #he even tried to spin it like 'well see my critics are the REAL bigots'#'bc they're assuming i would be able 2 tell vsts from real brass just bc i'm a theory prof and this means they are buying into the(...)'#'(...) assumption that having a phd gives you undue authority in music-listening.' or some shit #rather than what actually happened which was a bunch of people/fans going 'hm perhaps this isn't your place 2 judge & also you're incorrect'#anyway truly not that important which ofc is why i have made a tag essay here but i have to vent my annoyance somewhere so #niche discourse time it is #i am aware this all looks like word salad but it's the vibes i tell you. the smugness. the 'as a blah scholar' of it all

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

#anonymous #i love writing but i hate tagging things here we go #eren x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #eren smut #levi smut #eren yeager x reader #alright that's enough

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