#ideally its also quiet and you don't have any music or anything. just you and the moon and your thoughts

[amphibianaday]

day 1785

[pizza-feverdream]

Wow these are actually good tag game questions. Gotta say reading through I agreed with a lot of your answers but I immediately forgot which ones lol

Here we go

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? Scared looking or spaced out, quiet and maybe snippy (if stranger in particular is a customer)

2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? I wish I didn't get angry and mean when I'm overwhelmed, and I wish I didn't isolate myself instead of trying to make friends

3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? That's I'll be chronically by myself. And that it'll be my fault for not having learned enough about how to be with people.

4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? I could watch Gravity Falls on repeat

5.) share a secret about yourself? I used to have a problem with maladaptive daydreaming, but then I learned I could write instead so I do that now. It feels healthier

6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? I want to go back to Pennsylvania, for various reasons, but somewhere new? I wanna see what Canada is like. In the winter. Even though I'm 99% sure I'd hate it, I've seen snow about twice in my life, and I just want to see SO MUCH OF IT like in the movies? Idk

7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? Don't attach yourself to one person, and not try to interact with anyone else. Also, a lot of the time it feels like you've always been in a panicked, or depressed state, but you gotta remember that it's temporary and had a cause. You're not broken

8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? Just someone who is genuinely kind and loves me. Hope that's not too much to ask for

9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? Winter. Cause that's the only time in Texas we have pleasant weather (60-70 degrees(or 15-20⁰, spiderlad)

10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? The giver series. Not everyone even knows its a series. It's very well-done, makes you think

11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? When love takes you in by steven Curtis Chapman. Havent listened to it in SEVERAL years, but that's something my mom used to play a lot and it hits me like a ton of bricks when I hear it in the wild.

12.) describe your best friend? :D Don't have one

13.) what was the premise of your last dream? I think I was at the dermatologist and she was looking at my head and telling me how dumb I was for coming in here, nothings wrong with you

14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? Apple cider, next question

15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? So just this year, I've made MAJOR leaps in like, differentiating myself from my family and figuring out what I like. This has included watching things like dhmis and toh and even anything on Cartoon Network that I previously wouldn't have thought to, or wouldn't have been allowed to watch. Thats also included branching out my musical tastes, and the first example of that was when I stumbled upon Jack Stauber earlier this year. It totally rewired my brain and I've been having so much fun finding things like that and discovering, Hey! I like this stuff! Me!

16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? When I'll be rambling on (rare) about something I love and the other person is actually listening (extra rare)

17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? I don't remember the artist, but did you happen to see the post circulating about the guy who's paintings looked like bad cgi or something? Those were cool

18.) describe your personal style? This is something else I'm just starting to learn about myself! Just... not enough to describe it yet! :D

19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? This is gonna sound really stupid, but seeing brother sister relationships in media, especially dramatic ones (think dipper and mabel or something similar) is making me want to, and kinda helping me, improve my relationship with MY brother.

20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? I think the thing that finally REALLY got me into drawing was watching the Loud House, actually. It's not even a style I've ever used, but idk. Made me want to draw (also several different animation youtubers, you know which ones I'm talking about)

21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? I got it this July lol

22.) what was your first cell phone? A little flip phone my mom had to buy minutes for off of cards. Well... is that a smartphone? If that doesn't count, then it was an IPhone 5s. I had that thing for years. It has all sorts of good pictures on it. It's in my room, but the screen is unresponsive, after the little boy I used to tutor went to toss it to me when we were playing online pool together, and it dropped on their concrete floor

23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? Blackberry or cherry

24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? I would love to meet Bob Ross. I don't want to ask him anything, just vibe

25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? In all honesty, I'm very tired right now and this question is stumping me. Maybe I'll think of something tomorrow (she lied)

26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? Most, envy. Least, sloth (mostly just cause I feel an all-encompassing, choking shame if I'm not being productive in some capacity)

27.) your latest obsession? and why? The song Mary on a Cross. I've heard it on tiktok ofc, but I actually LISTENED to it the other day and audibly said "oh, this is fantastic" I've listened to it at least 3x a day since. I'm not okay

28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? A squirrel. That would be fun

29.) what’s your least favorite smell? So a couple years ago for my biology class we did a bunch of disections, but even those weren't as bad as the time in that class we blended up peas and mixed them with hand sanitizer. That was 3 years ago and it still haunts me.

30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? It's been a long long time since my pjo days, but I remember liking satyrs

31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? Anything family related, especially siblings. They CANNOT WILL NOT ever be able to replicate what that's like. It's impossible.

32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? I don't really have any? I made a Red Guy crochet little doll thing a while ago but idk if that counts

33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? One time a mutual told me in one of those "is the person you rb this from" polls that I was star coded, they said "cause she sees media she likes and NYOOOM she's off to go make fanart" and that has stuck with me

34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? I haven't been to any concerts, but when I was like 10 I went to see Frog and Toad the musical. That was fantastic (or I remember it being fantastic)

35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? So far, luckily, no one had betrayed me, but there's someone who thinks they did, and I want him to know it's okay. Really.

36.) your favorite mantra to live by? Adam Savage said in Mythbusters one time "I reject your reality, and substitute my own!" Which I started saying as a joke, not actually taking a second to think about what it means. Then I thought about it, related it to mdd, got scared of it, then realized it didn't have to be about that. I still live by that, but now to me it means that yeah, the world is a shitty place, but I can make it nicer for myself.

37.) do you have any strange habits? When I come back from bringing a customer their food, I'll slap the little number tent thing against my hand, between my thumb and finger. Also, when I put socks on, if I don't turn the socks inside out and shake them off, and dust off my feet, my feet will feel dirty all day. Also I excessively flex my wrists when I get stressed.

38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? I sleep with a powerful box fan every night, even in the winter

39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? I've only seen a little bit if Steven Universe, but it made me look up what bismuth looks like irl and. I mean. Look

Wizard of Oz type shit. Lovely fantastic 10/10

40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? I isolate myself, shut out sounds with headphones if possible, and if I feel up to it try to draw

41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? I need to buy a car, and apply for a different job.

42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? I don't do a lot a thrifting, but I've found some decent things at goodwill

43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? Anxious, funny, tired

44.) how is your relationship with your parents? Very good, fortunately

48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? Polar bears. We watched a docu-series called Soemthjng Bit me. They're TERRIFYING

45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? I don't actually see myself learning, but I used to play the piano and I would like to do that again

46.) relate yourself to one movie character? Paul blart, next question

47.) least favorite music genre? why? Country. You meet people who make it their whole personality down here and it sours it for me

49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? Mr. Beast. I think he exploits people in low places for clout, under the guise of "charity"

50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr? It lets me connect to people when I otherwise never have the opportunity to

Let's see.. @mackthecheese @sebwritesstories it's a lot a lot so no pressure

50 Q’s

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? 2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? 3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? 4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? 5.) share a secret about yourself? 6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? 7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? 8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? 9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? 10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? 11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? 12.) describe your best friend? 13.) what was the premise of your last dream? 14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? 15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? 16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? 17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? 18.) describe your personal style? 19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? 20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? 21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? 22.) what was your first cell phone? 23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? 24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? 25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? 26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? 27.) your latest obsession? and why? 28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? 29.) what’s your least favorite smell? 30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? 31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? 32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? 33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? 34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? 35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? 36.) your favorite mantra to live by? 37.) do you have any strange habits? 38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? 39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? 40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? 41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? 42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? 43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? 44.) how is your relationship with your parents? 45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? 46.) relate yourself to one movie character? 47.) least favorite music genre? why? 48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? 49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? 50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr?

[marvelsswansong]

i kissed a girl (and i liked it)

summary: you're just a bit curious and Jason's been boring you to tears. Robin's lips are cherry red and she's straddling your legs, pushing the hair out of your eyes whilst asking if you just wanna try kissing her. You do.

tags: Robin x fem!reader, cheerleader!reader, happy pride month my fellow queers, fuck Jason lmao, reader is confused bc of society's strictly enforced heteronormative ideals :(, Robin being hot as always, this made me so happy to write

☆ word count: 1.2K+ ☆

a/n: okay so maybe it's low-key cheating but also screw Jason so let me have this ok. Also the rock version of I Kissed a Girl is superior to the original, I am objectively correct.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

You can barely breath through the laughter bubbling from your throat, tumbling backwards onto your bed out of exhaustion as Robin grins at you. She's sitting on the corner of the bed, her fingers deftly holding the neck of a glass coke bottle as she slowly takes a sip, her blue eyes twinkling behind her long lashes.

"God, I haven't laughed like that since-" you pause, propping yourself up by your arms behind you. "Actually, I don't even know since when."

"And Steve says I'm not funny." Robin coyly adds, a sly smirk on her face. You chuckle at that, turning your head to the side.

"And as always, the pretty boy with hair doesn't know what he's talking about."

A silence settles over the two of you, but it's... comfortable. It's not the kind of awkward tension that settles over you and Jason whenever he's done speaking about himself and you two are left to scramble over what little commonalities you have for the next topic of conversation. That kind of quiet makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat, tap your fingers along the rim of your water bottle, and avert your gaze to the nearest clock to see how long you have until you can excuse yourself for cheer practice.

No, the kind of quiet you find yourself in with Robin is different. It's light. The sun is glowing and the wind is blowing through your bedroom window, lightly swaying your pastel curtains to the side. The black and red record player Steve got you for your birthday is playing music softly from its place on your windowsill, next to your potted lillies. And Robin....

Cool, funny, dependable Robin. Your best friend since freshman year, though you were in different grades, you two have been attached at the hip ever since she picked up the books you dropped on the first day of school and complimented you on your choice of shoes.

Your best friend who's made it a point to come to all your cheer games, even after her graduation. Your best friend who buys you ice cream and chocolate after each break up, who flips off creepy men who catcall you, who lets you sit in the front seat of her car even when Steve yells shotgun.

Any silent moments with her aren't dreaded nor forced.

Even now, as she stares at you quietly, a light smile adorning her lips, you don't feel scrutinized or judged. Instead, you just feel light and calm.

"So. How are things with Jason?" Robin questions, cocking her head to the side. You bite your lower lip in response, your left hand nervously pulling at the stray hems of your cheer skirt.

"It's... okay."

She raises her eyebrows at that.

"Just okay?"

You sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest.

"I just - I mean I don't know, it's not like he's done anything terribly wrong but he's so... boring. All he wants to talk about is basketball and himself. He only cares about his own pleasure. Conversations with him feel like I'm talking to a dry wall. Even when he tries to be sweet with me I kind of find it... annoying."

You hesitate for a moment, eyes widening when you realize this is the first time you've really told anyone what you've been feeling in your relationship with Jason.

"I'm being crazy, right? Like none of those are actual things to be unhappy about." you ramble, but Robin shakes her head sideways, scooting closer towards you.

"Listen. Any guy who is lucky enough to date you should not be boring you - let alone annoy you." she says sincerely, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. You smile at that gesture, loosening up your shoulders.

"Thanks, Robin. I just... I don't know. Everyone keeps on telling me how lucky I am to be dating Jason and how we're like the perfect couple or whatever because he's the star basketball player and I'm cheer co-captain."

Robin's face twists into one of disgust, tongue sticking out.

"Ugh. Haven't you learned from being friends with Steve that being a star basketball player doesn't mean shit?"

You gasp quietly.

"You're being awfully rough on Steve today."

She shrugs.

"Hey, I love Steve. He's just easy to pick on. Also, don't forget that popularity contests and dating to 'maintain your status' is bullshit."

"I know but... I mean, if I consider all the guys I've dated in my life, Jason's not that bad compared to some of them." you rationalize. "Like at least he calls me his girlfriend and holds my hand."

She rolls her eyes at that.

"That's the bare minimum, (Y/n)."

You shove her lightly on the shoulder.

"Still! I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm the problem if I'm still not satisfied." you mumble under your breath, examining your nails nervously.

"Or... maybe they're the problem." she suggests slowly, voice low and teasing.

"W-what do you mean?"

She cocks her head to the side, her eyes trailing up and down your body.

"Maybe the problem is the boys. All of them." she pauses momentarily to survey your reaction. You're half intrigued and half surprised and Robin takes it as a sign to press a bit further. "Have you ever thought of... dating girls?"

Your eyes light up at her suggestion, electricity coursing through your veins. Suddenly, the proximity between you and Robin feels way too close and the room feels boiling hot.

"I... no. But I'm not, uh, sure? Like I won't know until I try and I never... tried to explore outside of dating guys."

Your skin feels prickly and hot, your sentences stuttered as Robin crawls even closer towards you. She's got you nearly backed up against the headboard of your bed, but you can't will yourself to stop or push her off.

No, you like it. There's a biting curiousity in the air, a muted taste on the tip of your tongue as your eyes skim over Robin's lips. It's automatic, the way the thought appears in your mind - 'I wonder what it would be like to kiss her.'

Robin notices the way your eyes suddenly fall down to her lips as the biggest smirk appears on her face, her legs spreading under her jean shorts as she now straddles you on the bed. Her fingers deftly brush the stray hairs away from your eyes.

"How about you try now? And let me kiss you?" she breathes the question into the air softly and all you can focus on is the weight of her on your legs, alongside the mystical blue swirls in her irises that seem to be pulling you in deeper and deeper.

Your throat feels dry and your cheeks feel hot, burning with desire. You're not sure you can speak. So the best you manage to do is to nod your head up and down, your gaze not breaking from her eyes. She cups your face gently before bringing down her lips onto yours, her lips pillowy and soft.

She tastes like the cherry chapstick she always carries in her back pocket, she's so careful with the way she kisses you, handling you as if you're fine china that she's afraid to break, her scent intoxicating and overwhelming as she teases your lower lip.

All you can think is that (1) you really like this and (2) this is so different from the way men kiss and treat you.

A good different.

When Robin pulls away, licking her lips and a devious look in her eyes, you're still dazed.

"So. Did you like it?"

You swallow nervously.

"I'm not sure. Can we do it again, just to-?"

She's on you again before you can even finish.

-> a/n: uwu omg this was so gay and fluffy and AH it just made me tingly and fuzzy all around. Loved loved loved being able to write a gay fic like this ;) I think this might be my first non-hetero pairing fic so a milestone has been reached!!!

[noroi1000]

Hi, i hope doing good. Can i have Romantic and Nsfw Jjk matchup please. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference. I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy cheeks. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also i'm 172 cm. I always have poker face. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, quiet, scary and distant. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, resourceful and knowledgeable. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. And I'm a switch in a relationship. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, history, fashion. I always wear my headphones and listen to music. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people.

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

Calm, stoic, sincere and wise. Poker face. Only when his emotions are at a critical level will he show any change in his face.

Mostly his face is serious, as if nothing bothers him. As if he was cold and indifferent. Well, he is indifferent to people he does not know and also to those who are not and will never be important to him. People who hate him piss him off.

Standing still, he just doesn't give much emotion to anyone. No matter who he is.

However, to someone who knows him closely, he is very soft. Only those who can see it and spend a lot of time with it can get to know its soft and loving side. It is deep inside him.

He shows his feelings and that he considers someone to be a closer person. He is not harsh and ignorant. He listens to someone and tries to help. He cares for such a man as much as he can do.

He never talks about himself, and he hates stupid questions. He doesn't respond to something like that.

What does he have to say about himself? He hates work and would like to be left alone forever. So that no one disturbs him.

He has a fairly high sense of responsibility. Even though he doesn't like children very much and doesn't listen to someone who knows, he feels an obligation to look after them. If, of course, it was entrusted to him. However, he would not leave a child in panic looking for a mother. Even if he doesn't care, his heart tells him to at least do anything. Anything…

Nobody ever looked after him. He takes care of himself. He does not despise anyone who wants well for him.

His loved ones, in his opinion, must have the best possible life. And he will try to ensure it.

Headcanon:

• Even if you somehow differ from each other, you have both qualities that suit each other.

• There is no cold feeling between you in a relationship. It's warm. You support each other, you spend time together, and there is more to you than just an acquaintance. Much more.

• Your behavior and emotions are always read.

He sees you inside. He knows what the real you are. He knows how he can behave.

• It remembers everything you like, what you want to do. How do you react.

• In a relationship, he is very gentle with you. You always have priority. A gentleman who gives you the best. You are the most important, he is second.

He cares first about you, then he cares about himself. Therefore, you choose and make decisions according to what you want. He advises you and supports you. But tell him everything you want. It is important that you choose something that you want to do with it.

• When you do something at your desk, no matter what you want at the moment, and you have headphones, he will stand behind you and watch you work hard with a smile. It's hard work, but for your pleasure. Then he can lean over, kiss the back of your head lightly and walk away smiling, letting you do what you are doing.

• Sometimes he can be a little more deviant and dig his teeth into your neck or ear without warning, making you pant sometimes. Likewise with his hands catching you where no one else can but him.

He only does it to walk away later smiling, leaving you red and warm. Waiting for his little loner to come to him, when you want him to do more.

• In his dream house there would never be a garden for you. There is peace and quiet there.

Everything you dream about and what you like would not be missing.

• Surely he would not disdain a kiss or a hug hello. But if you don't want to, you don't like such a touch, you can find yourself in it somehow. After all, relationship and love aren't just about physical touch. It's about emotions and feelings.

• Supporting you, telling you he loves you, praising everything you do. He will thank you for everything.

"Thank you for being with me. You love me, and I love you too."

[morepokemonimagines]

hey I don't know if the requests are still open but if they are could you do D, J and Z from the fluff alphabet for Piers? I love the way you write him

Thanks a million, hun! Piers is my absolute favorite, so it makes me really happy to hear that I’m doing a good job with him! I had quit writing, but you sent in your ask at a GREAT time because I’m starting to get back into it. Without further ado, here’s what you requested! Hope you like it!

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?: At first, he likes things just the way they are; him and his partner living together with Marnie and being a happy little family of 3. He’s never been one to think about getting hitched and having kids; he just never really saw it as being a thing for him. He wants to stay with his partner forever if possible though, he does know that. But, as the relationship with his partner goes on, he realizes that it would actually be kinda nice. The idea of calling his s/o “wife/husband” starts to sound more and more appealing to him. When things get to the point that he’s actually throwing out questions here and there to see what his partner thinks about it, he also starts thinking about what their kids would look like if they had them. He tries to shake this off because he has a hard time seeing himself as a dad. After they actually get married and all their other friends start having kids, he’s gonna get a bad case of baby fever and it’s absolutely adorable. When he gets to that point, he starts thinking more into the future and I think he’d want 2 or 3 kids, ideally two daughters and a son, but he’d be happy no matter what.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?: He gets jealous more than he lets on. He has low self-esteem and is worried that his partner is going to find someone better and leave him. He doesn’t want to be “that guy” though, so he doesn’t usually say anything. He tries to be more open with his feelings with his partner, but this is one of the areas he has the most trouble with. He usually gets more quiet and gloomy than usual, so it might not be obvious right away but it will become obvious. Depending on who it is that is making him feel so jealous, getting him to admit what’s bothering him can be like pulling teeth. He feels SO STUPID and toxic when he gets jealous of his s/o’s longtime friend and is going to need a lot of assurance that they’re not mad at him for feeling this way. He’s more open with his partner if it’s Raihan or one of the other gym leaders that is making him jealous because they’re his friends too, so he doesn’t feel like he’s telling his partner to drop their friends because he’s jealous (even if he’s not trying to do that, he feels like that’s how it’s going to come off as). Raihan is probably the one that makes him feel jealous the most often because flirting and friendly banter are pretty much the same thing for him, so he does it all the time despite not actually making any moves on Piers’ s/o. If it’s one of their mutual friends, he also feels more comfortable talking to them and telling them that what they’re doing is bothering him so they will tone it down. He will NEVER be the kind of boyfriend that forbids their partner from having male friends. The only time he would really insist that his s/o stops hanging out with someone is if they are blatantly making moves on them and won’t stop despite him or his s/o talking to them about it.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?: As I said in a previous post, his sister and his pokemon are going to take precedence over his relationship. He’s not going to kick them to the curb for something like that. He’s also not going to give up his music career or change who he is at the core of his person. He will bend over backwards to accommodate his partner though. Don’t like one of his pokemon? He’s not going to get rid of it, but he will take it to the Wild Area or the Route outside of Spikemuth to let it get some time out of its ball rather than letting it roam the house at all hours of the day, but his s/o is going to have to tolerate the pokemon being out sometimes (unless his partner has a phobia of the pokemon, then he’ll make more of an effort to keep it in its ball at home and just give it extra special attention when they’re out and about). His sister is something he isn’t going to budge on. You treat her well, or you’re out. If Marnie is the one causing issues (you know how teens can be), then he will find a way to broker peace. With his music career, he’s not going to quit for a relationship, but he will find a way to make his tour schedules less taxing for his s/o to deal with and will accommodate them any way he can. Outside of these things, he’s a VERY devoted lover and will do just about anything to make them happy. The man has an innate NEED to care for those he loves and make them smile, especially his s/o.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

I know i have had a matchup here before but i would rlly love a naruto one cause i have had a super shitty day and yeah<3

Hi my name is rex, i’m queer and use they/them pronouns and i’m 15. And i would prefer someone not over the age of 19 plz.

have like a caramel colored skin-tone (i feel like saying im black may be easier but 🤷🏽‍♀️) and im 5’3. Rn i have a purple-pink short mullet and i have pretty curly hair, im pretty chubby but i have an hourglass shape (but i have super noticeable hip dips) , i got pretty big fucking tittes (not even in a bragging way, im a fuckin k cup bro😭) and thicc thighs(thicc thighs save lives, sorry i’ll stop). I dress pretty alternative but i cant just choose one subculture tho, i wear a lot of heavy eye makeup. I could say i dress kinda “showy” but thats kinda what only fits me, but also who gives a fuck.

Honestly I don’t really have a type. Tbh most of my relationships have ended pretty badly cause they ether only wanted something sexual from me or I was “too clingy” when i just wanted basic ass affection. But the most I want is someone who is physically affectionate (like kisses, cuddles, and hugs for days) also im ok with pda to an extent like i will hug and like cuddle you but im not gonna make out with your infront of others thats weird af.

Im a libra sun, scropio moon, and gemini rising. This means that im a pretty social person and always wanna hang out with friends and just have fun, but moon in scropio makes my emotions rlly haywire and kinda boosts any sorta negative emotion, which is hard when you have chronic anxiety and major depressive disorder. Which also means i take medication for it, which i forget a lot. And because of these things i have anxiety tics, where it ranges to making noices and twitching a bit to full on hitting myself and saying random shit. But I really like making people laugh, it makes me feel helpful, but im also good at being to mother figure for people. I also like playfully bantering with people, like i love you but will full on roast you and get into fake fist-fights. I am a bit of a violent person at times but I have a punching bag and boxing gloves which help a lot. But I only get that angry when someone uses an insecurity of mine against me or is talking bad about someone i love, cause it you do that im beating your ass. I do have a bit of body insecurities mainly about my hip-dips and stomach. But because im curvy i get hit on by adults a lot and its creepy as fuck.

My hobbies include art (painting, drawing), sleeping (because i stay up mad late😭✌🏽), reading comics, Marvel and D.C superheroes, and super villains, cartoons, and anime/manga.

My favorite music genre’s are rock, alternative, emo, rap, and a little bit if indie music.

Personality: funny, sarcastic, creative, kind, inappropriate and the right times. Like im not gonna pull out a dick joke in front of your family

I don’t really have a type and im queer so i dont have a gender preference, but anyone who’s love language is physical affection cause im a clingy bitch

I have a couple ideal dates. So the first one is like an indoor picnic and a movie, an arcade date, and a stargazing date where you get take out or fast food and drive up a hill to see the stars and you like cuddle n shit.

Hello dear💖 for Naruto I ship you with:

Kakashi😷

- he is a very quiet person and half the time he would only allow you to see under his mask.

- he would try to cuddle with you unless of course you don't want to he respects that.

- becareful not to dress in anything too slim or he may get a nose bleed.

- he would be the one who's always calm when your angry and hug you to calm you down.

- you were quite a high ranking ninja. He would entirely train you to help with your jetsu.

- your the one he would devote to and beileve me (despite the nose bleeds) he never married or had any children so your the only special one.

- you would end up marrying one day and have some children. They would have your eyes and your hair.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

[werifestaria]

Hi I love your blog layout it so tidy!! Also would it be alright if I got a bnha matchup please?. My pronouns are she/her and I'm bisexual. My personality type is ISTJ, I'm a sagittarius sun, scorpio moon and libra rising. To the public I'm pretty closed off/reserved but with my friends I'm brave, loyal and love to laugh. I don't trust easily and I'm pretty cautious of everyone so I try to keep out of the way.

My hobbies include gymnastics which I did competitively and won a few medals, I also do figure skating and have leveled up pretty quickly at that. I workout everyday because even though I dont compete now I still want to improve and if anything I'm better now than I was back then.

I like indie music, horror movies mainly psychological, nature and wildlife and the peace and quiet it brings. I hate loud, busy places, untidy, dirty things and people messing up my routine.

My love language is quality time like I just wanna be around that person a lot. I think the love language that speaks to me most is probably also quality time, like the fact that they would want to be around me willingly seems so unfamiliar I love the idea of it. Also words of affirmation or physical touch, I'm awkward at giving those but receiving them would make me melt cause I'm not really used to any of it. My ideal dates are simple things like going on walks at like 3am or dancing in the livingroom or movie nights just cheap simple things like that.

hope that's okay sorry it kindof long :)

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚

Thank you so much for one of our first requests! We appreciate your love for the layout as well!! Tbh, I spent multiple hours straight getting it just right, so it’s a relief people find it pretty- and also, Scorpio moon gang! anyways, I hope you enjoy your matchup from me! Have a lovely day, hun

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 !

runner-up : hanta sero

Easily, Kirishima is one of BNHA’s most easygoing, compassionate characters. His heart is big and always in the right place. Based off of your description and his own array of traits, I think he is the perfect character for you! Like, almost a little too perfect. A Sagittarius and a Libra (Kirishima’s sun sign!) are said to be very compatible and harmonious. Even better, it’s also said that people are often drawn to others who have their sun sign in the ascendant—Kirishima being a Libra sun and you being a Libra rising! To make things even more fantastic, perfect, and everything in between, Kirishima’s MBTI (according to The Personality Database) is ESFP. Guess what? ISTJ’s and ESFP’s are said to be extremely compatible! Of course, he’d find your inner demeanor to be extremely attractive. As he is naturally social, he wouldn’t mind your reserved nature and would pursue you in both friendship & romance regardless. Your outer shell would only lead him to appreciate your comical inner-self even more! He’d greatly admire your bravery and loyalty as well—it’s not something you see often anymore, after all. He’d try to bring the best out of you as naturally as possible, letting you do the same to him. Easily, he’s the most supportive boyfriend you could ever get! This man would adore you with patience, admiration, and sheer love, all with his own cheesy, dorky flair. I imagine Kirishima is careful in love, yet just as bold as the sun. He’s grounded, but on his most passionate days, his admiration can never be paralleled. You’d simply make him weak in the knees with every glance you’d spare him!

𖥸 Your music taste simply infects him. Imagine him listening to indie music with you 🥺🥺 your head in his lap as he plays with your hair- omg!! he loves to just sit and vibe with you. Nothing can compare to the fun you have on your chilliest days- he loves spending time with you in little ways like that

𖥸 Workout dates!! He’s infatuated with you for many reasons, but one of them is because you work out. The dude literally thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world and he adores working out with you. It’s easily his kryptonite lol

𖥸 Kiri has no concept of grace, so he is extremely impressed with your gymnastics and figure skating skills!! He could watch you do your thing for hours tbh. Like, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. In fact, I think he’d try to incorporate more nimbleness to his moves even though such a feat is kinda difficult when you can turn into rock. You gotta give him some credit tho- we all know he can be a little too opportunistic!! Just imagine him tripping all over himself because he wants to be nimble like you- that little blush on his face as he apologies for being a dummy- aww 💕💕

𖥸 Simply the king of casual dates. Sure, he’d love to spoil you with the stars and more, but he knows you like it calm- fr, you two are actually the cutest when it comes to staying up late and just messing around with no care in the world 💕 also, nature dates? Small picnics in the park?? I bet he’d love to go hiking with you. He likes to point out cool flowers or pretty weeds whenever you two are outside for even the shortest amount of time

𖥸 He loves watching horror movies with you.. even though they scare him a little bit LMAO- but just cuddling with you as your favorite movie plays in the background is simply heaven to him. Maybe you can turn him into a psychological horror buff!!

𖥸 He is also the king of words of affirmation~ the dude loves to remind you about how much you mean to him and how confident you make him feel within himself

You two really are couple goals imo 💕💕💕

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

Gahhh!! I was so excited to ship you with someone!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Also! Don’t worry about long bios in your matchup requests! The longer they are the more mod Ara and I can assess who’s best for you! Its definitely preferable. I hope you enjoy who I match you with. ^w^

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

⠀

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 !

runner-up : hanta sero

In my opinion, I feel that Mina is the perfect match for you!! First lets get some compatible basics out of the way. Like our good friend Kirishima above, Minas MBTI is also an ESFP (according to the personality database lol). As we know, ESFPs tend to be the most compatible with ISTJs. To add onto that, Mina just so happens to be a Leo!! Leos and Sagittarius's are often compared to soulmates and having a twin flame like connection! It’s a little scary how well you two fit each other, personality dynamics and all. Though you may have been cautious and quiet at first meet, Mina most likely pestered and wiggled her way into your life! She loves making new friends anyhow, and saw no issue in going out of her way to talk to you every chance she could. Now becoming your girlfriend later on would just be an added bonus for her! You better believe she finds your bravery admirable, it drives right up her alley. The two of you would make an absolute power couple, even a fan favorite!! Often, she’d make jokes or even play along with ones that you make in return, just to be able to hear your laughter. It fills her stomach with butterflies and she’s near falling apart at the seams with every melodic giggle. Get ready to be showered in compliments and praise, that’s this girls specialty, and she’d happily fluster you any day with her sickeningly sweet words. 

𖥸 Mina would probably ask you to spar with her a lot. Practicing new moves and quirk related techniques. God knows she loves staying active, and doing something she deems this fun with someone she loves. It makes the moment even more worth while. With your experience in gymnastics, you’d find that you’re able to run circles around this girl with your skill. Afterwards she’d probably offer a massage to ease any sore muscles. 

𖥸 Now as much as Mina would probably prefer a night on the town as a date, she would not think twice about choosing a secluded casual option for your comforts sake. Be that stargazing or even staying in to watch one of those horror films  that you love oh so much over popcorn and sodas. (She’s actually terrified of them, and has a weak stomach, but she’d never tell you that.) 

𖥸 Aimless car drives. Picture the sun setting, painting the sky in a soft pink and an orange hue flickering off of the distant buildings. Your preferred indie song blaring through the speaker while the two of you belt out the lyrics. Neither of you can hear each other over the sound of the wind rolling in through open windows, or how high she cranked the volume. You’ll definitely have to be the one to turn it back down, she can’t help but love loud music, even if the music wasn’t intended to be loud in the first place lol. 

𖥸 Don’t be surprised if she comes to you one day with a gift bag in hand. Every time she goes into a store she has to come out with something that reminds her of you. She’s not even aware of it either until you point it out. This could range from something as simple as your favorite drink to a giant teddy bear that she claimed resembled you. The possibilities are endless. 

𖥸 My word is she in love, infatuated even. That one night she caught you dancing about in the kitchen, probably making a late night snack, she couldn’t look away. In fact, she still thinks about it from time to time. How happy and carefree you looked lip-syncing the lyrics, in the silliest kinds of pjs you owned. She tried to sneak her way in, trying her best to not to make you jump in surprise, though she probably failed with how eager she actually zoomed in. Her love for dancing couldn’t go unnoticed here, oh no, not now. She brought you in close with a twirl under her arm, her smile the widest you’ve seen it. Her flirty nature, only for you, had her compliments laced with sugar and honey. Who knows how long the two of you spent dancing and goofing off to your playlist in that darned kitchen. 

Gosh the two of you make me squeal!! There’s absolutely no way you aren’t made for each other!  

𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 !

[himbowelsh]

I love your writing! I don't think I have seen him yet, so sweet Carwood Lip please for the Valentine's alphabet, if you have the time 💖

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He has a very gentle presence, which allows him to share space with someone without being overwhelming. Lip’s love languages are quality time  ---  he thrives in being around people, actively listening to them and getting to know them  ---  and acts of service. Once he knows them well, he’s able to be there for them, doing little things to help them out when they need it most. Lip is a generous guy to begin with, but he’s at his best when able to do things for others. He’s a giver. While not shy about physical affection, he uses it strategically, more to reinforce his presence than be excessively affectionate.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

He has a special fondness for flowers, in the “I should probably not be left alone to grow any of them myself” way. He enjoys looking at them, and his mother maintained a lovely garden which he helped with on occasion, under her strict supervision. Bouquets are a favorite gift, and he’s likely to show up with a nice one to any special occasion.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s not a big fan...  so he’d claim, 'til he spots a bowl of brownie batter, at which point he must be fought off with the nearest ladle.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

He wouldn’t mind something simple and quiet  ---  maybe a night at home, where he gets to surprise his partner with a homemade dinner. He’d light some candles, get out the nice silverware, and just enjoy the time with his partner; afterwards, they’d go out onto the porch with mugs of coffee or tea, drinking in the quiet night. He’s also partial to visits to museums. Being surrounded by art gives him a certain sense of peace, an insight into humanity as more than it currently is; that’s something he’d love to share with his partner.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

It’s all about the arms, man. We knows this. He had the arms of a bear-faced god, and isn’t afraid to use them. Being hugged by Lip is like curling up by a fire, under your comfiest blanket, with a good book and a warm drink. He makes people feel safe.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Shy boy. Flirting is definitely not where he excels, and he’s too guileless to do it properly. Just...  approaching a stranger and winking at them? “Chatting them up”? That’s...  uncomfortable.He’s the sort of guy to buy people drinks at the bar and genuinely not expect anything in return, though it’d be nice if they did. Lip is much more flirtatious once actually in a relationship  ---  he jokes and teases in a charming, restrained way that’s utterly him.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

He’s a very thoughtful gift giver, who takes the time to observe what people need, and genuinely listens to them when they talk about things they’re looking for. Unconsciously, he keeps mental lists of gift ideas for all the people in his life, and refers to them whenever a birthday or holiday comes up. He’s not excessive with his gifts, but they’re always just right. (Except when it comes to clothes. He should never be allowed to pick out clothes for other people, especially women’s clothing.)

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He cares for a lot of people, but Lip is always cautious; his heart is a carefully guarded thing, and once he trusts someone with it, he wants to know that they’re the right person. His heart is won gradually, over a period of coming to know and love a person better. 

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He finds it very easy, as soon as he knows it within his own heart. Lip could absolutely be the first one to say it in a relationship  ---  and wouldn’t be discouraged if his partner didn’t immediately say it back, because everything comes in it’s own time. He’d rather it be natural than forced in the moment. Lip doesn’t say it constantly, but every time he does, the words carry twice their original meaning.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

While certainly not intimidated easily, Lip has a jealous streak he goes to great efforts to smother. It’s not gentlemanly, it’s not always sensible, and certainly not something to make a scene in public over...  but he might pointedly capture his partner’s attention if he feels it straying, and try to discuss things in private afterwards. He doesn’t like this part of himself, but he can get a bit defensive sometimes.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Lip...  thinks he’s a worse kisser than he is. He underestimates himself. Sometimes overthinking gets the better of him; he’s hyperconscious of where his hands are, what his partner’s body is doing, how they’re responding, whether he’s being gentlemanly or over-forceful...  Lip’s kisses tend to be restrained and respectful, not assuming anything. The farthest he’ll go is sucking on his partner’s lip a little, just to test their response. Whatever response they give, and whatever lead they take, he’ll go from there. Given the proper cues,

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

His mother and brother, absolutely; his friends, completely; his neighbors, because he’s the sort of guy who knows his neighbors’ names, and helps Old Mrs. Huston down the street with her groceries every week; and his partner, with all his heart, if he were to have one.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

He’s at his most sappy romantic mid-morning, when the sun’s high in the sky and the world is finding its rhythm. Getting to spend a quiet morning in with his partner sounds like heaven.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

He’s willing to follow his partner anywhere they want to take him; Lip can never be comfortable until he’s sure his partner is, and is sure of what they want. Now, if they want him to be dominant, he’ll do it gladly...  but he’ll never be rough. He’s very into hearing his partner talk during sex, mostly because he wants to keep tabs and know how they’re doing; but if his partner’s the one who seizes control, Lip runs out of words very quickly. Harsh breathing, moans even when he tries to hold them back, eyes squeezed shut to cling to his self-control... into hand holding during sex.  He’s a very physical lover, with a lot of stamina; sometimes leaves bruises without meaning to and feels guilty afterwards  (aftercare with Lip is like going to a spa). Occasionally he enjoys music to set the mood, or even candlelight, but Lip’s versatile. If his partner’s up for it, he can rumble pretty much anywhere.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

He’s a surprisingly skilled writer, and can be quite eloquent when he puts his mind to it. Though plainspoken by nature, Lip’s written a few poems for his private collection, and would definitely try his hand at love poetry for his partner. They’re not half-bad.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Lip kind of wants someone who can keep him on his toes a bit. For as steady as he is, he’s drawn to unpredictable people, with a healthy sense of humor. Someone who appreciates quiet, but knows exactly when to fill it; someone who isn’t afraid of responsibility or commitment. A hard worker; someone who can carry an intelligent conversation, and is naturally a thinker. If they share common interests, like literature/museums/engineering, he’d be absolutely delighted. Above all else, Lip’s drawn to people with beautiful smiles, even if they don’t show it off that often.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Call him traditional (it’s valid, cause he is) but Lip would like to be the one to pop the question. As soon as he decides that, yes, he wants to spend the rest of his life with this person, Lip’s next step is to evaluate  ---  do they feel the same way? He spends a while overthinking this question before finally deciding to just take the leap and buy a ring. The proposal will come in a quiet moment, when he and his partner are both feeling equally at peace. If his partner beats him to it, he’ll be surprised, of course...  but either way, the end result is the same. If it means spending

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He wishes he were more romantic...  but, unfortunately, practicality is ingrained in this man’s bones. He’ll definitely surprise his partner with bouquets on occasion, and thinks very carefully about gifts, but he’s not the ‘spontaneous romantic adventure’ sort.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He had a few middle school crushes that never went anywhere; that’s as far as Little Lip’s love life ever went. He bore a lot of responsibility from a young age, so never really had time to mess around.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

He...  would have to see it firsthand to believe in it, but he believes in individual cases of it. Like, his mother and father  ---  that was true love. Lip saw the way they looked at each other, so there’s not a doubt in his mind. He doesn’t believe it’s everywhere, or even common, but in certain cases true love definitely exists. Maybe it’s out there for him, too...  he hopes so.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

In a romantic relationship? Not...  not really. Lip’s got a strong heart. It’s endured a lot, and can endure more.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

He’s a very proper “dinner date and a box of chocolates” type, so would go out of his way to do something nice for a partner, but doesn’t make much of the day himself.

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Yes, this is absolutely something he wants! Lip’s given it a lot of thought, and the idea of raising his own family appeals greatly to him; he lost his father at such a young age that he really wants to be a constant, supportive presence in his childrens’ lives. And, more than anything, he wants to spend a lifetime with someone he loves. That would make any future struggles and past strifes worth it.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Very conservative with them. “Sweetheart” or dimunitives of someone’s name is probably as far as he’d go.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Again, yes, and he doesn’t like it about himself! Of course, Lip would move mountains when the people he loves need help  ---  there’s no shame in that  ---  but when it comes to his partner, he can get territorial. Seeing someone threaten his partner is one of the few things he’ll get angry about, and a pissed off Carwood Lipton is not something anyone wants to confront firsthand.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Not a lot. He went to college for a short time, and that was really where he was able to let loose; while still a diligent student, he went to a few parties and met a few girls. So, by the time of the war, maybe three partners? Enough that he’s not nervous in bed, and has a good idea what goes where.

[gothytrash]

rules: tag people you want to get to know better!!!

tagged by: @transseven (kinda im just bored and wanna do it)

your name and what you would’ve named yourself: finn...and i named myself that:))) i considered kalen and max also but finn felt right. might fuck around n change it again tbh

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): virgo sun/libra moon/aries rising

when did you join tumblr and why: 2012 maybe?? i was a ~hipster aesthetic blog~ until i became the mess i am today

top 5 fandoms: i dont consider myself really IN any fandoms but,,,mortal kombat, overwatch, polygon, animal crossing, and unus annus are things im really into rn!!

top 5 films: i really dont watch movies much um....jawbreaker, my neighbor totoro, howl's moving castle, spirited away, clueless, pretty much anything ghibli or disgustingly 90's

go-to song when you want to feel something: i have a playlist that is all megan thee stallion for when im extra mentally ill and need to feel like a bad bitch again

what’s your religion or faith if you have one: i don't feel strongly about any really?? i used to relate to wicca when i was younger until i realized a lot of it is stolen closed practices and cultural appropriation and it just didnt feel...right i guess?? im actually a very spiritual person in private though u might not guess it from the everything about me!! im just still not sure if there is a religion i would feel totally comfortable in, although buddhism has always intrigued me!!

a song that makes you feel seen: dog teeth by nicole dollanganger ... teen idle by marina ... vienna by billy joel ...

if you could have any career: i'd love to perform, idk what but i just wanna create for people!!! even as a youtuber, a streamer, or more original performing like in a band or doing drag i just..love to be seen and make people happy:)))

do you have a type: um not really??? hot alt queers to the front of course, and i prefer someone else to be able to take the lead in most things, but that rarely factors into my attraction. if u cute u cute and i will kiss u

what does my heart/soul yearn for: to feel cared for:))) to be a first choice:))) independence:)))

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone: blunt, compassionate, easygoing, impulsive, ditzy

favorite subjects in school: music, english, and forensics

where does your soul feel the most at home: anywhere there is fresh air and some peace and quiet

top 5 fictional characters: mileena, yuri, dva, kuromi, howl

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: FUCK um. many moments in the promised neverland i cant even pick one so just the show as a whole....the abortion scene in sex education......and also all of your lie in april just so much of it

earth, the sun, the moon or the stars: the stars

favorite kind of weather: that time in either fall or spring when its perfect sweater weather, the sun is shining but the breeze is cool enough that u don't sweat at all, and it stays that way until the sun goes down:') and everything smells so nice....it's different for spring and fall but they both smell lovely

top 3 kins: mileena, yuri, and kuromi

favorite medium of art: to do? graphite or digital bc im bad and must erase a lot! to enjoy? all of it literally all art makes my heart go whoosh

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: ambivert

favorite literary quote: i had to search so hard for this bc i couldnt remember it all but my fave book in my early teens was across the universe by beth revis and i always really liked this quote idk why: " I stare at the stars... And even though there are so many and they look so close together, I know they are light years apart. The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant, so very far apart, that they cannot feel the warmth of each other, even though they are made of burning. This is the secret of the stars, I tell myself. In the end, we are alone. No matter how close you seem, no one else can touch you."

some of your favorite books: i dont read as much as i used to so most of the books i loved are young adult books but: the crank series by ellen hopkins, the painter from shanghai by jennifer cody epstein, every day by david levithan, i am the messenger by marcus zusak

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: i want to travel as much as possible, but i think i'll always wanna come home to canada. maybe not where i live now, but canada just feels the most like home and id love to live somewhere beautiful here

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?: i mean i guess my gay ass is in the most ideal timeline right now, but bigotry and such out of the picture i would have fucked w the 70s so hard....big hair big shoes and just not giving a fuck??? gimme

if you could play any instrument masterfully what would it be?: guitar or piano are obvious choices but tbh id be an iconic saxophone player

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you have a connection to?: artemis and apollo were the first deities i was drawn to when i started my craft and figuring out religion and such, but recently i have been very drawn to persephone and dionysus??

lastly, favorite recent selfie from your camera roll: (i never take selfies this is the most up to date pic i have and its bad but oh well)

i'm not gonna tag anyone bc i dont have friends but pls do it if u wanna!! i wanna know yall better!!!

[softmintmochi]

Genre: Angst

Summary: The biggest day of your life is finally here. You've never been happier in your life. Everyone important in your life is here, glad that you're happy.

Jimin's POV

I sigh deeply as I steady myself, my nerves making me feel on edge. Today is the day. Surrounded by my friends, I feel a sense of security. "Are you nervous, Jimin?" Seokjin pats my back soothingly, and I smile up at him. "Of course I'm nervous. What if I do something wrong? Say something wrong?" I ask, my fingers fumbling with my tie. I groan in frustration, and Seokjin takes over for me, tying it perfectly. "You're gonna be fine. We're all going to be there standing right next to you." He assures me. "Yeah, you've got nothing to worry about. Here, maybe this will calm you down." Yoongi says, handing me a flask. I gladly accept it, taking a swig and letting the liquid burn my throat. The door swings open, Namjoon smiling brightly as he raises his hands him the air. "Alright guys, it's time! Let's go get married!" He declares.

The venue is beautiful. I've seen it in pictures about a million times, but pictures can't even begin to compare to the real thing. A spring wedding in the forest. That's always been her dream. She's been planning this since she was a little girl. The trees towered over us, giving us nice shade from the sun's rays. Rows of cushioned seats decorated in lavender ribbon were lined up, facing the alter, which was also laced in ribbon, also pale pink roses poking out. It was absolutely perfect. I walk around, greeting people, ushering people to their seats, waiting anxiously for it to begin. I check my watch, and it's 20 minutes until it starts. I make sure everyone is seated and as soon as they are, I take my place up at the alter, all of my friends around me. I take a deep breath, trying my best to calm myself. It's time.

The music plays, and the doors of the building open. Taehyung rubs my arm that's hidden from view soothingly, trying to calm me down. Everyone turns as she appears, her father locking arms with her as he guides her. Her beautiful fingers wrap around the bouquet of pale pink roses, her veil draped over her face. Even with the veil hiding her, I can still tell she looks absolutely amazing. She always does, of course, but this is a day I've imagined repeatedly, and she looks even more stunning than I could've ever dreamed. The closer she gets, the more nervous I get. My foot taps unconsciously, my fingers fiddling in front of me. She looks at me, smiling before she kisses her father on the cheek, taking her place up on the alter. Her veil is lifted, and I can feel tears pricking my eyes. She's definitely more gorgeous than I could've ever dreamed of. She's perfect.

I remember the first time I saw her. We were just kids, and she sat in my table group, and I would always tug on her hair or tease her. Whenever I did something to her she'd do something right back, and that set they basis of our relationship. For years we teased each other back and forth, and the older we got, I realized my feelings for her. She would always tell me about what she wanted her wedding to be like, and I always promised her I'd make it happen. Even though I knew I loved her, I was always too nervous to tell her. It wasn't until we were 16 that I finally kissed her, and it was the best day of my life. After that happened, we talked about where we stood, our relationship, and how things would play out from then on. A few weeks later I introduced her to my other friends, and she got along with them really well. Maybe if I didn't introduce them, it would've been me standing on that alter with her.

The day after we kissed she came over to my house, sat down on my bed like any other day after school, but she seemed tense, a bit awkward. "Jimin..." She speaks softly, looking down at my floor, and I start to worry. "About last night, I-I don't think it should've happened." Her words are like a knife through my chest. "I'm sorry, but I really don't feel anything romantic towards you. You're my friend. My best friend. I still want to be your best friend." Another knife. I really don't feel anything romantic towards you. The words ring through my ears over and over. All I can do is smile and nod. "Alright then, best friend. No worries." I laugh, and she smiles. "This isn't gonna make things weird between us?" She asks nervously. "Nah, it's all good. I don't want things to be weird between us." I wave my hand, doing a damn good job at hiding my broken heart. "Oh that's great!" She jumps up, running over to hug me, as she's done many times.

Weeks later we were still hanging out after school, like nothing ever happened. I introduced her to some more of my friends, and we all went to hang out at a park, and from the moment she waved at everyone, Namjoon going the extra mile to get up and shake her hand, I knew I was screwed. The more we hung out the closer those two got, his love for literature and music, his morals and ideals and philosophies matching hers. The whole time, all I could do was stand by. Whenever I wanted to say something, do something to show she should be with me and not him, I couldn't. They're perfect for each other, and who am I to try and stop their happiness?

Somehow I managed to stay composed through the whole service, even smiling and patting Namjoon on the back after they kiss. I have to keep it together until I go home. Please, at least until I get home. Everyone goes straight from the service to the reception, the venue being nearby. The happy couple takes a car while the rest of the wedding party splits up between two vans, bridesmaids in one and groomsmen in the other. When we're finally in the confines of the van, a collective sigh spills from our mouths, and I lean forward, my head in my hands. "You did a great job, Jimin." Jin reaches up, patting my back. A round of agreeing hums sounds through the car, and I sniffle while nodding.

"I can't do this right now. I just need to suck it up." I nod, wiping away any tears that escaped. The van pulls up to the venue, and I hope my eyes aren't red. I don't want Y/N to see me sad. We all get out, Going inside and taking our seats at the large table. It takes about 20 minutes for everyone to gather, taking their assigned seats. I smiled as Namjoon sat down next to me, but on the inside, I was falling apart.

Speech time. One of the many moments I had been dreading since I became the best man. I stand, clearing my throat and tapping my glass, getting everyone's attention. As everyone quiets down, all eyes on me, I feel on the verge of breaking again. Its hard, but I keep my cool, smiling out at the crowd. Guess it's go time.

"Hello everyone. For those of you that don't know me, I'm Park Jimin. Now, I've been friends with Y/N and Namjoon for a really long time. I was actually the one that introduced Y/N to Namjoon. Um, I didn't actually write anything for this, I figured I'd just wing it. Let's hope it goes well." I smile, and everyone laughs. "I don't really have much to say, um, I could tell some funny stories about each of them, God knows I have so much dirt. But, I won't do that. As I look around the room, and saw the service, I can tell you personally that this is absolutely Y/N's dream wedding. Trust me, she told me for years every little detail of what she wanted. Everything looks perfect, and she truly deserves it. Namjoon and Y/N, I knew from the moment I introduced you that you guys were perfect for each other, and I'm really glad you guys are happy. You both are amazing people that deserve only the best. I know it's short, but like I said, probably should've prepared something. I don't think it really takes much to get my point across though. These two are amazing together, and I hope you guys have an amazing future together."

Everyone claps, Namjoon hugging me as Y/N smiles at me. I take my seat, and all the other speeches are done. Mine probably sucked the most, but at this point, I don't really care. I'm just glad it's over with. After the speeches everyone eats and mingles, the music starts to play, everyone hitting the dance floor. The main dances take place, then everyone starts to dance together. Even though dancing is my passion, I decide to stand to he side, watching Y/N as Namjoon spins her around, holding her close to him. She looks so happy, it puts a smile on my face. All I've ever wanted was for her to be happy, and she is.

After a bit, she notices me, waving me over. I put my hands up, shaking my head, but she comes closer, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I groan in defeat as I start dancing, her sweet laugh ringing through my ears. She's having so much fun. A slower song comes on, and I get bold, holding my hand out to her. "Namjoon, you mind if I take this dance?" I ask my friend, and he smiles. "Nah man, go ahead. I'm gonna dance with my mom." He smiles, patting me on the back. Y/N takes my hand, and I pull her close, my hand resting on her back.

"So, are you having fun yet?" She asks. "Yeah, I am. It's a great wedding. You guys did an amazing job." I smile at her. She beams, and I'm so glad it's finally because of something I did. "You were there to help a lot. I'm so lucky to have a best friend like you." She chuckles. Best friend. That's right. Even now, as her hand is in mine, holding her close to me, I'm still the best friend. All I can do is nod and smile, focusing on keeping composed. Apparently, it doesn't work. "Jimin? You okay?" She asks softly, rubbing my bicep soothingly. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I smile, hoping it helps. "Chim, I've known you since we were five, I think I can tell when something's bothering you." She scoffs. All I do is nod, not saying anything.

It's takes a few moments, until she speaks again. "Is it because of-" "Y/N." I cut her off before she can say more. "Are you happy? Really happy with Namjoon?" I ask. She nods, looking up at me. "Then that's all that matters. I'm happy you're happy." I smile, rubbing her back. She nods, understanding that I don't want to talk about it anymore. The song ends, and Namjoon comes over. "Jimin, mind if I steal my wife back?" He beams. "Of course. Go ahead. I think I might be heading out soon anyway." I say, patting him on the back. "Wait what?" Y/N asks. "Leaving already?" Namjoon says. I smile at both of them. "Yeah, I'm exhausted. I'll see you guys when you get back from the honeymoon?" I ask. "Yeah. Alright then. Rest up, bud." Namjoon nods, patting my arm. Y/N reaches over, giving me a hug. "Thank you Jimin. For everything." She whispers. I pull back and smile at them before waving. I say goodbye to the guys and then wait outside for my cab. I'll be home soon. Finally.

As soon as I'm safe in my home, I close the door with my back, sighing deeply. I slide down the door, and as my bottom hits the floor, I lose it. I hug my knees to my chest, sobbing loudly. I've kept it together for so long, and everything is gushing out now. I'm glad she's happy, but why couldn't it be with me? I'm a good guy. I could make her happy. I'd treat her like the queen that she is. I'd give here everything she's ever wanted and everything she deserves. My body shakes as I sob. I'll never have a chance. I just hope Namjoon treats her right. He's a good guy, so I hope he keeps her safe and happy. I'm glad she's happy.

[frozen-fountain]

1 ,5, 10, 17 for the fanfic asks!

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Anything I put on the internet before 2020 is verboten here; I did make up Tomb Raider stories when I was about nine, though, based on whichever period of world history I was into at the time.

5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

I usually write at my kitchen table; tea-making facilities are within easy reach, there's an array of boxes for the boy to chill in. Ideally it's still light outside, the room is moderately temperatured, and it's quiet, though living under a family of six usually means I have to create my own ambiance with low-key music and atmospheric sound.

Back when I had little netbook, I took it into the middle of the woods once and banged out an entire chapter of an original project amongst the humus and occasional bold deer. I need a way to facilitate doing something like that again.

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

Surely good writing does all of that at once? But if I had to single out one, I'll choose dialogue (and inner monologue in conjunction). It's not the aspect of the craft that comes to me most naturally, but the gap between what's said and what gives lie to it is endlessly fascinating to play with. I think it's maybe the best vehicle for letting a reader become involved in constructing the story for themselves, and it's also super satisfying to feel you're getting a character's speaking voice just right.

17. What fic are you most proud of?

This is hard! Obviously I'm proud of all of them to some degree, or they wouldn't be shared. But I'll single out You Grow the Flowers Yourself, which to date is the closest I feel a completed story has ever matched the crystalline image in my head, though it's also the recent project that challenged me the least (additionally: I don't draw on numbers to determine a story's success, but I'm kind of proud that I managed to rake in fifty kudos on a piece about Elmyra Gainsborough).

Into the Night Uncharted has segments I'm not happy with and that will probably become the case for more of it as time goes on, but it also has a high number of my favourite passages I've ever written, and I'm proud of how hard I push myself with that one and how much I managed to exorcise from haunting my own head by getting it down.

I'm proud of Aperture Priority for giving a moment in the spotlight to a character (Barret) who I adore so much but who I feel gets frequently neglected by both the fandom and the post-OG source material. I think I did a good job of honouring the spirit of his arc by not providing didactic answers to any associated moral dilemmas, and there's some layered and overlapping metaphors in there that I came out really pleased with. I also got to utilise a trope/technique I'm particularly fond of (arguing with one's id through an imagined conversation with a dead loved one), and I like to think I did it well.

Lastly, my fic Penitent was a huge step out of my usual niche and a pretty out-there idea already, so I can't not mention it here. I really enjoyed writing it and definitely want to do more in that significantly darker vein in the future. I intended its final lines to be a last twist of the knife, but some readers found it reassuring or hopeful - and rather than feeling like I failed, or chickened out, I really like that the piece allowed for that ambiguity to exist.

[marsgod]

Congrats on your milestone <3!

i'm here to rq a twisted wonderland match-up.

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istp, libra, she/her, & pansexual. Southeast asian, a little tan, mixed with a bit of pale complexion (not from illness). I have an average height for most southeast asian females, 5 ft 0.2 (which can be considered to be a short height for some people).

Personality ; I'm not a too straightforward person, but I will be straightforward if necessary. I share my opinion only when needed/when left with no other choices.

Mostly in public, ppl don't try to talk to me and I don't try to start a convo with them either, but I do talk when needed or if it's someone I'm comfortable with. Some people consider me to be a friendly, polite, and humble person, albeit sometimes throwing a few curses and mischievous around ppl I'm comfortable with. I tend to overthink and avoid saying something abt myself.

I like to put a smile on other people's faces and love to listen to other people talking abt anything(??), it could be their days, random stories, etc. I have a habit of humming a song in small volumes.

Hobby ; I don't have any particular hobby; but I spend most of my time reading, listening to music, and playing games.

What I find attractive ; loyalty, honesty, humor, people talking/sharing about their interest and their passion for it, ability to stay calm in an alarming situation, communication before misunderstanding or making big decisions.

Dream date ; I don't have any particular ideal. I'd like to go with my s/o's ideal date.

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sorry if my rq is too long, rants, or there's some repentance in some words. Thank you in advance! I hope you have enjoyable weeks, congrats again :).

【Ａ　Ｔｉｍｅ　ｏｆ　Ｃｅｌｅｂｒａｔｉｏｎｓ】 - Matchup for Twisted Wonderland!

I’d match you with… Silver!

Silver is the same boat as you in the “Nobody really talks to him and vice versa” department, he really only talks to his dorm and, later on, you

loyalty? pretty much guaranteed, and he doesn’t like exerting energy into arguments when they’re unnecessary and can be solved literally any other way

Silver’s ideal date is hanging around in the woods/park/ anything of that nature, you two don’t have to do anything but hang out and talk and he’d be perfectly happy

If he ever catches a comment from you, he’ll either quietly snort or reprimand you softly depending on who it is (Malleus, Lilia)

Silver will probably catch onto whatever tune you usually hum, he’ll hum it whenever he’s looking for you

He doesn’t mind the you being quiet, the both of you vibe with eachother and its overall cozy

since he’s a bit on the taller side compared to you, he keeps his hand on your head in case you get lost

He knows absolutely nothing of Hair, makeup, or anything of the like since he usually falls asleep while lilia teaches/ he also doesn’t trust Malleus or sebek when it comes to that stuff, so if you’re into make up or just taking care of your hair then he’ll watch from the side

planetarium dates probably happen frequently too! Silver likes the butterflies, and the smell of flowers!

“Would you like to leave now? I won’t mind.”

[zrtranscripts]

Season 6, Mission 16: Poison

Report anything suspicious

JODY MARSH: Is it a bit weird that we know Pit Viper has the contract on Selma? Do they usually advertise that sort of stuff?

AMELIA SPENS: In general, their favored form of advertising is heads on spikes. I don't know how the Laundry learned Pit Viper have Selma's contract. Perhaps Sigrid wanted it broadcast to discourage others from running.

PAULA COHEN: To discourage others from running? From her Handmaid's Tale-style fertility baby serum factory?

PETER LYNNE: And they weren't even injecting babies with zombie spit in Gilead.

AMELIA SPENS: [parks vehicle] Well, this is as far as I can take you. Highgate, the badlands of London. Well, some of the worse lands. Anyway, I'm not getting nearer the Pit Vipers than this.

PETER LYNNE: Surprised you got as close as this, to be honest. You going soft?

PAULA COHEN: Or do you like us, Amelia?

AMELIA SPENS: I've always liked you, but liking has nothing to do with business. And this is business. Buying out Selma's contract is worth a shot. If you manage to deal with Pit Viper, they'll be grateful I sent the business their way. And if you don't make a deal with them, they'll be grateful I sent their targets their way. Win-win-win.

JODY MARSH: I'm always surprised. I should try to stop being surprised. That could be my New Year's resolution, actually: don't be surprised when Amelia seems helpful, but actually has an angle.

AMELIA SPENS: Oh, but if you weren't surprised, it would hardly be as much fun! Right, you lot. Pit Viper's HQ is in the London Underground. You have my directions. You'll have to do some fast talking when you get there. 

See up there, amid the plumes of oil fires and the burned buildings? That hellscape is what remains of Highgate Station, and is absolutely the safest way into the Underground, this side of the wall. Well, I've got to be back at New Canton soon for an oil treatment. Go on. Do what you do. Run!

PAULA COHEN: It doesn't sound safe.

PETER LYNNE: It's not likely to be safe. I heard the London Underground was totally filled with zombies.

PAULA COHEN: I heard there were enclaves down there. Found their way to the Cold War bunkers and have been living off old tinned SPAM ever since.

JODY MARSH: We've got to do this. Pit Viper are after us and after Selma, but they're neutral. Like Amelia, they just go to the highest bidder. So if we can buy out both our contracts, they'll be working for us against Sigrid, not against us. And I'm sorry, Peter, Paula, Five, but you've all shown you're more indestructible than most.

PETER LYNNE: No, that's fair. I've got more lives than a Christmas number one, and I like to think I'm not quite as annoying.

PAULA COHEN: [laughs] If you want annoying, I'll sing you the dreidel song if we get through this. All right, Five. Let's get down these stairs into the pit of Hades.

JODY MARSH: Amelia's map is pretty clear. She's put it together from – oh, nice. She's written, "Compiled from the reports of those of my people who made it back alive." She says at the bottom of the staircase, you turn... towards the skeletons.

PETER LYNNE: Ooh, look, there are actual skeletons nailed up to the wall here. What delightful taste in interior decoration the inhabitants of these tunnels do have. [gasps] You could ask Zoe and Phil to do a radio segment on it, Jody. "Post-Apocalypse Decor: Dos and Don'ts."

[zombies moan]

PAULA COHEN: And to add to the ambiance, there are zombies. How chic. Five, you take the lead. Time to run.

PETER LYNNE: Oh yay! Someone's smeared this part of the wall with their own blood and feces!

PAULA COHEN: How do you know it's their own? There are viscera there. I suppose it might be somebody else's body cavity contents.

PETER LYNNE: Hmm, you make a fair point, Doctor, as you always do. Someone smeared this wall with blood, feces, and viscera of unknown origin.

PAULA COHEN: Pit Viper's doing a very efficient job of trying to put people off finding them.

JODY MARSH: That's what everyone says about them. They're an unstoppable killing machine. Once they've taken on a job, they never give up. There are no lengths they won't go to to do what they’ve set out to.

PETER LYNNE: Well, if you're going to be a deadly assassin force, at least be an excellent one, I suppose. You know, I think this is almost as bad as commuting in London before the apocalypse.

PAULA COHEN: Oh, I don't know. At least we're getting somewhere. No one's canceled our transport, and we don't have to deal with Southern Rail apologizing for our inconvenience in a totally unconvincing way, which makes it clear that, ideally, they'd like to inconvenience us some more. Possibly using blood, feces, and viscera of unknown origin.

[train creaks]

JODY MARSH: Guys, a train has just come loose from its siding uphill from you. It's rolling towards you!

PETER LYNNE: Is that a coincidence, or does someone know we're here?

JODY MARSH: No time to find out now. Run!

PETER LYNNE: Paula, Five, up here!

PAULA COHEN: Five, take my hand!

[train passes, PETER LYNNE and PAULA COHEN laugh]

JODY MARSH: Wow, that was close!

PETER LYNNE: You know, last time I was in London, something similar happened to me. Your wife almost didn't save me, Paula. I think she'd have left me there to be crushed by the train. 

PAULA COHEN: But would you rather she had?

PETER LYNNE: [laughs] I think maybe I would have, then. I don't know. It's funny, isn't it? Keep expecting this grand moment. Flash of meaning where I realize what I'm for, and why I'm like this. It didn't come. Had to work it out for myself.

PAULA COHEN: Yeah, I know what you mean. For a long time, I asked myself, why me? Why was I infected? Why is it me who can't even play with my daughter without checking myself for nicks and scrapes every time? There's never an answer. Why did one person die in the apocalypse and another didn't? Because we're all subject to the laws of randomness of the universe.

PETER LYNNE: I like that. We're a playlist on shuffle. Things just come up. Sometimes you think you see a pattern in them, but it's you making the pattern, not the world.

PAULA COHEN: Ugh. More zoms I think, Jody.

JODY MARSH: Um, Amelia's map says it's an enclave of city commuters.

PETER LYNNE: I see them in the dark corner of the platform. 10 of them. Teeth filed to points, and pinstriped loin cloths. They're holding – are those broken shards of iPad?

PAULA COHEN: Not too dangerous, then.

JODY MARSH: Amelia's map says they dip them in a noxious compound of flesh-eating bacteria that can destroy even zombies. She also says, "Do remember, bankers are the ones who ran the economy off a cliff. They know how to muck stuff up."

PETER LYNNE: She's got a point. Which direction?

JODY MARSH: Straight ahead, then right. Go.

[spear thunks into wall]

PETER LYNNE: And one final spear outrun. The bankers have given up for now.

JODY MARSH: Amelia's notes say, "Don't kid yourself. They'll be back, and in greater numbers." I think she put that stuff in because she thought Sam would be on this mission. Have you noticed how they're getting friendly since they've been working on the baby rescue together?

PAULA COHEN: Yes, but I don't like to think about it. We'd better keep moving. How far are we from Pit Viper now?

JODY MARSH: Amelia's notes - mm. Get a bit sketchy here. She says, "If you get this far, you'll have done better than most people I sent down here. I think the commuters ate most of them! Well, you should find Pit Viper if you continue down the tunnel until you find another train. Or a building."

PAULA COHEN: That's vague.

PETER LYNNE: Oh, God. Look at that.

JODY MARSH: What are you seeing?

PAULA COHEN: Peter's pointing to... the wall of the platform?

PETER LYNNE: No, the shadows. The shadows, they're following us, look!

PAULA COHEN: Oh, no. It's headless zombies, Jody. Those indestructible zombies. The ones you can't kill by taking the head off! They must be behind us. We can see their shadows. God knows what would happen if one of them bit me.

PETER LYNNE: Or me, or Five. We've got to get out of here. Run!

[zombies growl]

PETER LYNNE: They're not getting any closer.

PAULA COHEN: They're not getting any further away!

PETER LYNNE: Yes. Peculiar. They've been exactly keeping pace with us, just a little behind us the whole way. Just a sec. Stop a moment.

PAULA COHEN: Stop?

PETER LYNNE: Just three seconds. I'll time it. One Mississippi, two hippopotamus, three extraterrestrial. Look.

PAULA COHEN: They've... stopped.

PETER LYNNE: Intriguing, isn't it?

PAULA COHEN: What are you doing?

PETER LYNNE: Heading back a bit to see what's going on. I shouldn't think Pit Viper will thank us for leading a horde of indestructible zombies to their hideout. Probably won't put them in a deal-making mood.

PAULA COHEN: Fair enough. Something is off here. Let's go with, Five. Huh. Would you look at that?

JODY MARSH: Again, I can't see.

PETER LYNNE: They are decapitated zombies with their heads in their arms.

JODY MARSH: So maybe get out of there?

PAULA COHEN: They're nailed to a little wagon. Look. There are remote controlled brakes.

PETER LYNNE: That's incredibly efficient. Keep everyone at bay, minimum effort or danger. Brilliant tactical work.

JODY MARSH: Yeah. I've heard that about Pit Viper. Always get the job done.

PETER LYNNE: Yes... yes, they would.

PAULA COHEN: Watch out. Someone's coming. It's... a train guard. She's still wearing her RMT uniform.

GUARD: I see you've passed the final obstacle. You must be here for the Pit Viper.

PETER LYNNE: Why, yes, we are.

GUARD: Come with me now. Run!

[classical music plays]

JODY MARSH: Where are you guys? My cams are giving me nothing.

PAULA COHEN: Jody, it's actually lovely! Nice, quiet tube carriage. Upholstered seats, curtains on the windows. Pit Viper have set themselves up well. Protected and secure.

PETER LYNNE: Feared by everyone, they can go anywhere. Talk to all sides. How very, very clever.

GUARD: Are you ready to meet the Pit Viper?

PETER LYNNE: Oh, I think we are.

PAULA COHEN: Jody, there's a door at the end of the carriage. The guard is just -

GUARD: [opens door] Step inside, please.

JODY MARSH: Where are you, now?

PAULA COHEN: An office. Very tidy. Utilitarian. A map of the new UK on the wall, and there's... a person in a viper mask sitting behind the desk.

GUARD: I'll leave you now with the Pit Viper. You parley alone.

PAULA COHEN: Yeah, um. Thank you. [door closes, music turns off] Uh, Pit Viper. We're here from Abel Township. We know you have a contract on us, and... we wanted to discuss it. [sighs] Oh, look. Would you mind taking the mask off?

[cloth rustles]

JODY MARSH: Are they doing it? Taking the mask off?

PETER LYNNE: Yup.

PAULA COHEN: Oh, Jody. You'll never guess who Pit Viper is.

JODY MARSH: Is it - ? Oh God, it's not Sigrid, is it?

JANINE DE LUCA: No, Miss Marsh. It's me, Janine.

[mindfulwrath]

HTCIC Excerpt: The Ghost Room

Somebody left a really nice comment on the last one so I ended up writing A LOT WHOOPS

Adrien heaved open the access hatch to the field generator, slipped inside, and braced his feet against the lintel to pull it shut behind him. Lucky was all quiet, apart from the ever-present groan and creak of the station. They must have just come back around to the day side, because the noise was ungodly. Whatever ease had come during the journey there boiled off in an instant. Adrien hung by the hatch for a long few minutes, listening, waiting. There was something strange about the noise, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. If he listened closely, close enough to make his ears ache, he thought he could hear something speaking. . . .

He shook himself, clenching his jaw.

"It's just metal," he muttered. "Just heat expansion. Chill. Chill out."

With a deep breath, he moved off, making a thorough search of the magnet banks. He moved through them like a plow through a field, methodical and thorough, one row at a time. He kept his eyes peeled for any popped cooling lines, any debris, any of the dozen other things that had continually been shutting Lucky down. The illusion of a speaking voice went away at some point, as the groaning settled. While it couldn't be said that Adrien relaxed, he did at least find himself more focused.

He rounded the end of the C row and nearly cannoned into someone.

Adrien screamed. The other person screamed. Adrien nearly twisted one of his fingers off scrabbling at the scaffolding to get away. He clung to the ceiling, ready to kick like a mule, when familiarity finally overrode adrenaline and his brain decided that it recognized the person cowering on the floor.

"Sam?" he said, incredulous.

"Adrien?" she responded in kind. Her eyes were wide, her hair pulled into a tight bun.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

"I work here!"

Sam opened her mouth. She closed it again.

"Oh," she said. Carefully, she peeled herself off the floor. Carefully, Adrien uncurled. His whole body was numbed and trembling, his fingers clumsy.

"No, seriously," he said. "What—what are you doing in here? Did Lieutenant Luoi. . . ?"

"Ahah, no, absolutely not," said Sam. "I'm actually uh . . . actually playing hookie, right now."

Adrien blinked at her. "Uh," he said. "In a . . . in a broken field generator."

"It's an ideal vacation spot," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Look, Adrien, can I just—leave? Can I just leave and we never mention this again?"

"Nnnno, I don't think so," he said. "Sorry. Just—it's just that, you know, Lucky keeps breaking, and we don't know why, and if I don't fix it, Battle's going to . . . well, I don't know what she's going to do to me, but I know I'm not going to like it."

"Fuck Battle," Sam spat.

"That's what I'm trying to avoid," Adrien muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously. Not only is she a thermonuclear asshole, she takes thermonuclear shits all over the chain of command. You shouldn't be getting your orders from Battle, you should be getting them from—who's your CO?"

"Lieutenant March, then Commander Oshie," said Adrien.

"I'm shocked you even know," said Sam.

"You're changing the subject."

"No, really? Why would I do a thing like that, Adrien?"

"Sam."

"You're the one who mentioned Battle. You started it."

"Sam."

"Adriennnnnn," she said, pleading. "Just let me leave, c'mon, man. You know I didn't break Lucky, that's not my jam."

"The more you try to get out of telling me what you're doing here, the more I think it might be!"

Sam rolled her eyes and groaned hugely, nearly turning a mid-air somersault. "Look, it's kinda personal, okay? I don't really want to talk about it."

"Sam!"

"Fine, fuck's sake," she said. She looked away from him. She scratched the back of her neck. She sobered considerably. "Um. Adrien, do you . . . believe in ghosts?"

Adrien stared at her. He blinked, shaking his head. "What?" he said.

"Ghosts. Do you believe in them?"

"No, of course not," he said.

The ship let out a long, slow, musical moan. Something clinked and pinged and rattled. Adrien's hands tightened on the scaffolding. He swallowed.

"I mean," he said, his voice considerably lowered. "Out—outside of this room."

"Yeah," said Sam. "Same. Uh . . . look, don't—don't tell anybody about this, but . . . there's been some weird shit going on."

"You're telling me," he said.

"No, like, weirder shit. Like . . . messages. Sent from in here. Uh. Signed Orion."

Adrien's blood went cold. The hairs on his arms stood up. His stubble bristled. His fingers were going numb from clutching the scaffolding so tightly. He gulped.

"What . . . what kind of messages?"

"Well, the first one just said Go home and the second one said Murderers," she said. "Fifty times each. So uh, that kind of message."

A rattling, somewhere distant. A breath of cold air across the back of his neck.

"Um," he said. His voice was high, trembling.

"And, y'know, it's not a ghost," said Sam. "It's . . . not a ghost, because ghosts aren't real. It's somebody playing a stupid, unfunny joke. I mean, y'know."

She glanced over her shoulder. She bit her lips. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, could see how white-knuckled her grip on the scaffolding was.

"Outside of this room," Adrien said.

"Exactly," said Sam, with a fair amount of relief. "So—I mean, it's sort of Jewish tradition, being nice to ghosts. So . . . if you ask me about it outside, I'll tell you I came to check the console where the messages were being sent from."

"And if I ask you in here?"

"I came to say a kaddish," she said softly. "For Orion. In case he . . . needed it."

"That was you talking!" Adrien blurted. "I knew I heard someone talking!"

"Y-yeah, probably," she said.

Adrien sagged, hanging his head. "Good. Good. I thought I was hearing things. Or—"

"Or," Sam agreed. "Uh. Look, not to abandon you in the Ghost Room, but . . . I really should be getting back? Toblerone's gonna get suspicious."

"Isn't he also not your immediate CO?" Adrien asked.

"Nope!" said Sam. She gave herself a gentle push towards the access hatch, drifting past Adrien. "He just likes yelling at people, and Luoi is a snitch."

"Ugh," said Adrien.

"Ugh, indeed," said Sam. "It's not like I'm even doing anything. We're mostly just waiting for the Akasteans to double-text us, and they're playing hard-to-get."

"Ah," said Adrien. Sam continued on, and he bit his cheek, and then spoke again. "Hey, um."

"Yeeeeeeees?" said Sam, turning back to him.

"You know, um . . . Battle did kind of explicitly give me permission to—to steal other people's ensigns to help work on this thing," he said. "So . . . if you wanted to get pulled away, I . . . could make that happen."

"And pit Battle against Toby Stillbend?" said Sam, raising an eyebrow. Adrien flushed.

"Right, no, sorry, that was a stupid idea—"

"Count me the fuck in," Sam said, grinning hugely. "I can't wait to see Toblerone pitch a bitch-fit to Battle and get chain-of-commanded right in his mayonnaise dick."

"Holy shit, Sam," said Adrien, torn between horror and amusement.

"Buddy, pal, I'm just full of 'em," said Sam. "Let's do this, what're we looking for? And, more importantly, do I have to call you Sir now?"

"Um," said Adrien. "If—if you could start at the J bank and work your way back this way, I'll . . . keep going here."

"Annnnnnnd?" she prompted, a twinkle in her eye.

Adrien licked his lips and set his jaw. He took a deep breath.

"That's and, Sir, to you," he said.

Sam laughed.

He and Sam combed Lucky for about an hour before finding the problem. A bit of wiring had gotten pinned up against one of the magnets and its insulation had melted off, causing a short. Adrien had the damaged bit of wire cut out and replaced in short order, and they rebooted Lucky without any further difficulties.

"They really shot themselves in the foot, building this thing," Sam remarked, while they headed for the access hatch. "One little short and the whole thing goes kaput. You'd think you could build it to just turn off that one magnet and save everybody a lot of trouble."

"Well, it doesn't quite work like that," said Adrien. "Field generators are an insanely delicate system. Even losing one magnet, it's like . . . asking a racehorse to run with a cracked hoof. It'd probably be fine, but if it's not fine, you could lose the whole horse."

"Who built this shit?" Sam wondered, shaking her head.

"The lowest bidder," Adrien said dryly.

"Like damn, no wonder the personality evaluations were so strict," Sam said. "You could wipe out the whole station if you felt like it. Just fuck up one magnet in every generator, and blam, we all get irradiated and die."

Adrien froze. He kept drifting along until he bumped into a magnet. Sam kept going for a few feet, then stopped, looking back at him.

"Adrien?" she said.

Almost as though it had been cut. . . .

"You go on," he said faintly. "I'm going to look at a couple more things here."

"What? Adrien, come on, you don't think somebody's sabotaging Lucky?"

"You said the messages came from in here?" he said.

Sam got very quiet.

"Well I'm not leaving you to look alone," she said. "Fuck's sake, what if you find someone?"

"Were you in here when it shut down?" he asked.

"No," said Sam. "All the lights were off when I got here. I . . . admittedly didn't know that wasn't normal."

"And you didn't see anybody leave?"

"Nope."

"When did you get here?"

"Like five minutes before you did," said Sam.

Adrien shook his head. "It was shut down for twenty minutes before I even got to Battle's office. If it was sabotage, whoever did it was long gone before either of us came in."

"Yeah, but still," said Sam. "I'm not gonna leave you alone in the Ghost Room."

"Stop calling it that," Adrien snapped.

"Adrien, seriously," said Sam. "We can watch each other's backs. Nobody needs me back in Comms. C'mon. Let me help. If nothing else, I can kick more ass than you."

Despite himself, Adrien snorted.

"That . . . is true," he said. "At least fifty percent more ass."

"There ya go," said Sam. "So. What're we looking for? Cast-off top hats and opera capes? Scrawlings in blood on the walls?"

"Let's . . . start with back doors," said Adrien. "For sneaking in and out."

"Gotcha," said Sam. She looked around, then pointed. "Found one."

Adrien looked, expecting a joke. Instead, he found that Sam was pointing to one of the airflow vents above the nearest electromagnet. There was an identical vent above and below every single one of them.

"Oh," said Adrien.

"Where do those go to?" Sam asked.

"I don't . . . know," Adrien said. "Probably the scrubbers, eventually."

Sam hauled herself up to the vent, sticking her head inside. Her shoulders were too broad to fit through, so she just looked around, her feet kicking idly.

"Don't stick your head in there," Adrien blurted.

Sam pulled back out of the vent and gave him a weird look. "Uh, why?"

He gestured lamely. "It's just—if we lose pressure in here, there's um . . . there's emergency apertures on all the vents. That close in two tenths of a second. With four thousand pounds of force."

Sam stared at him. She looked at the vent. She backed away about a foot.

"We're not gonna lose pressure in here, though," she said.

Clanking, groaning, pinging and moaning. They must have been passing from night to day, or day to night.

"No," said Adrien. His gaze drifted to the mass of welds in front of the B-1 magnet bank. "Probably not."

Sam followed his gaze. She gulped.

"Well that's—y'know. Uh. Good. Heartening."

"Don't stick your head in there," said Adrien.

"Yeah," said Sam. She extended her arm, pushing herself down from the ceiling so she could peer up into the vent. "Looks like it goes pretty far back. Awful dark, though. You got a light or something?"

"Yes," said Adrien. He, too, made his way up to the vent. The heat coming off the electromagnet was stifling, this close. Without gravity to promote buoyancy, it radiated out equally in all directions, leaving the ventilated space directly above it actually slightly cooler than everywhere else. Sam moved out of the way as Adrien came up.

"Think you can fit in there?" she asked, cocking a thumb at the vent.

Adrien made a face. "I could," he said. "I don't want to."

"I'll tie a string to your ankle and reel you back in if you get lost," Sam said. "And if you go through the aperture part real fast, you almost definitely won't get cut in half. Besides, there's probably some kind of grate or filter or something like five feet in."

"Or an intake fan," said Adrien.

"You stole fizzy lifting drinks!" Sam cried. "Sorry, no, ignore me. Uhh, yeah, okay, so if there's a fan just like, don't go into it? If you feel anything pulling on you just come back?"

"I guess," said Adrien. He wiped his palms on his trousers, one at a time so he wouldn't drift off.

"Hey, I'll be right here," Sam said. "And you can come back whenever. Don't freak out, man, you'll be fine. Plus, if we do lose pressure in here, you won't even suffocate! I mean, immediately. If it's pulling air for the scrubbers, you might only get a couple extra minutes."

"That is not reassuring, Sam."

She narrowed an eye at him. "Is it the confined spaces? Is that what's freaking you out? 'Cause we can steal some more ensigns. Or some spacemen, rescue 'em from food service."

"I'm not going to send somebody else into a pitch-black ventilation shaft in—in the Ghost Room!" Adrien objected.

"Clearly you're not cut out for military command," Sam remarked. "Look, Adrien, there's like, a hundred of these damn things."

"A hundred and twenty," said Adrien.

"Yeah, even worse! That'll take us all day if we do it alone. Besides, the more people we have in here, the more people can help if something goes wrong. Shit, we can give 'em all air tanks just in case we lose pressure, which, if I could point out, has happened exactly once in a total freak accident three years ago."

Adrien sighed. "Clearly you were cut out for military command," he said.

"Don't insult me like that, what have I ever done to you?" Sam said. "Come on. Just radio Battle and ask for some people. That's what she sent you here to do, right?"

"I would much, much, much rather crawl into a pitch-black, possibly haunted ventilation shaft than ask Battle for anything," said Adrien.

Sam presented the vent to him, smiling.

"Well then, entrez-vous, Sir!" she said, bright with annoyance.

"Don't you use your annoying Tobias voice on me," Adrien warned.

"Why, gonna court-martial me, Sir?"

"Sam. . . ."

"Permission to speak freely, Sir?"

"Sam."

"Come on, Acting Lieutenant Nadhim. Permission to speak freely?"

"Fine, Ensign Goldschmidt, you have my permission to speak freely."

"Just get in the fucking hole, Adrien," she said.

He glared at her. She grinned. He used her shoulders as a push-off point to propel himself into the vent.

"You're doing great, Sir!" she called after him. "Very brave!"

"Shut up, Goldschmidt!" he retorted.

"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir! No one is more up-shut than me, Sir!"

"And I used to wonder why all your COs hated you," Adrien muttered.

The inside of the vent was caked in dust, half an inch thick at least. It clung to the walls, gray and fluffy, and his groping hands were coated in it almost immediately. The vent was very narrow, such that his shoulders and knees and elbows kept rubbing against the sides. There was no question he'd have to wash his uniform. He fumbled around a little to turn on the LED clipped his his lapel.

There were about three more feet of vent in front of him, ending in a long curve. Adrien moved forward carefully—the sides of the vent didn't have any built-in handholds, so if he went too fast it might be very difficult to stop. The metal walls clunked and clanged loudly at every bump of his hands and knees and feet.

"See anything?" Sam called up. He looked down between his toes and saw her peering up at him.

"A lot of dust," he responded. "There's a corner, though."

"Okay. If you're being murdered, just yell."

"Why, what are you going to do if I'm getting murdered in here?"

"Run away," Sam answered.

Adrien continued onward, up to the bend in the shaft. He was confronted with a mesh grating, on which bits of larger debris had accumulated. The shaft continued onward, out past the light of his LED and into darkness.

"I found a grate," he said. He picked a bit of debris off of it. "And somebody's pen. The shaft keeps going, but the grate's bolted in."

"That's great," said Sam.

"Why are you like this?"

"Come on back, we have like a hundred more vents to check."

The space was too narrow for Adrien to turn around, so he had to back out. Sam helped by pulling him the last three feet by his ankles.

"Oh, man, you look like a dust bunny," she said.

Adrien tried to dust himself off, but only succeeded in creating a small gray cloud around himself. Most of it got sucked back up into the vent.

"I think it must go back to the scrubbers," Adrien said. "Eventually, anyway. They probably all join up."

"Then Step One is to check all the grates," said Sam. "Get a few of the twiggiest spacemen and send 'em up there with flashlights."

"Yeah," said Adrien. "Yeah, I guess."

Sam clapped him on the shoulder, releasing another puff of gray dust.

"C'mon," she said. "Battle can't bite you through the radio. If she gets unprofessional, I'll back you up."

"Okay," said Adrien. He nodded, swallowing down his nerves. "Right. Okay."

He braced himself, then tuned his communicator to Battle's frequency and pinged her.

"Ensign Nadhim," she answered, almost immediately. "I hope you have good news."

"S-something like that, Ma'am," said Adrien. "Um. Ensign Goldschmidt has been assisting me with, uh, with looking over Lucky, Ma'am. We repaired the short that caused the shutdown, and we're now, um . . . investigating the possibility of sabotage, Ma'am."

There was a moment of quiet.

"I see," said Battle. "And why are you contacting me about this, Ensign Nadhim?"

"I thought that it was . . . important, for you to know that, um, sabotage was on the table, Ma'am," said Adrien. "And. I, um, I'd like to . . . request additional personnel, Ma'am."

"I am requesting additional personnel, Adrien," she corrected him. "If you're going to ask me for something, for God's sake, ask like a man."

Adrien's skin went hot, and he squirmed.

"Any word on those reinforcements, Sir?" Sam asked loudly.

"Uh, n-none yet, Ensign Goldschmidt," he responded. Thank you, he mouthed. She gave him a thumbs-up.

Again, Battle paused before responding.

"How many do you need, Ensign?" she asked, much more coarsely than the last time she'd spoken.

"Six?" Adrien guessed. "Six . . . small spacemen, Ma'am. They have to be able to fit into the vents."

"I'll send you whoever can be spared," she said. "Over and out."

The line went dead. Adrien sagged.

"Fucking fuck," said Sam.

"You said it," said Adrien.

"Hey, Acting Lieutenant Nadhim?"

"What?"

"Permission to kick Captain Battle's nasty ass, Sir?"

Adrien laughed.