#ill always be a multifandom person anyways

[ilikerosesalot]

The sheer amount of isat content I'm engaging with....the way I'm not rlly active with genshin anymore...I think I might need to update my bio

[idledearest]

thinking bout opening comms again bc moneyy and bills.. idk if it’s gonna be well-received(??) here cuz i usually get comms on instagram. buuut if im being honest, i’ve noticed recently that my insta traffic tanked a lot ever since i got busier with college and i stopped posting fnaf :”))

and, ill vent a lil, bc of it i got super scared of posting fandom stuff cuz i notice people only stick around when i draw for one thing and then immediately unfollow or forget abt me once i stop drawing for a specific fandom which is honestly rlly discouraging and probs why i stopped being active on insta and twitter. being on insta and twitter kinda sucks when youre a multifandom artist but people only wanna stick around for just one thing. those platforms make it so easy to be drowned out when you can’t keep up. it’s depressing :”))

if it helps, i like fandom circles here on tumblr even if i dont engage nor involve myself with any. nothing personal, i just.. im not really a people person and im not good with engaging with people haha,, ^^;

it’s like, regardless of what fandom you post for it reaches a lot of people here and i rlly like that. i especially love reading tags cuz they’re fun and a lot more encouraging and motivating for a multifandom artist like myself, cuz it’s like everyone gets a piece of cake from whatever i make regardless of what fandom y’all are in. it’s p awesome. and i get to read y’alls deranged tags HAHAHAH

thanks to my one client who always comes back and looks forward to commissioning her fnaf oc to me on insta tho. my number one customer 💕

anyways vent over

thanks random tumblr folks who like my stuff and leave crazy tags. i like tumblr :3

[quirklessidiot]

Title: coward Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu  Genre: major angst train ahead, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Synopsis: You were a coward and what do cowards do when they’re in an unfamiliar situation? They run, run until their legs can’t carry them. Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex ,unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion notes: for my first story, I had to write about my number one boy right now i- anyways minor spoilers but this is kind of an AU?? As far as I know, Atsumu, Aran, and Inunaki werent college buds and Atsumu and Inunaki didnt canonically go to college so yeah uwu. Ill be fixing up my masterlist when i have all this in order ngh... If you guys want to be tagged in future stories just  fill up the tag list or if you want to be tagged in just this story, send me a message :>

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The first time Miya Atsumu sees you is Spring on the first year of college.

It had been a bad day for him, girls kept crowding him and annoying him about mundane things, even going so far as interrupting his practice at the gym. If Aran hadn’t stopped him, he’d have yelled at them at that moment for interrupting him.

As he was on his way home, his eyes caught your lone figure standing there with a red bull and a cup of cold brew on each of your hands whilst a phone was clipped between your ear and shoulder, your brows were furrowed together as if you were having trouble explaining something.

You looked like every college student out there. Your hair was in a tight ponytail, your clothes seemed to be in a bit of a disheveled state, and you looked like you hadn’t slept in days. The next action you did surprised him, you had mixed your coffee with the red bull and just drank it straight from the cup. 

The blonde was expecting a palpitation to happen any moment now but you remained there, unfazed by it all and still talking on the phone with your brows furrowed.

He didn’t even notice that he was openly staring at you until one of his teammates had approached him and asked him why he was just standing there, “Jus’ saw something weird.” He muttered, returning his gaze to where you stood but it seemed like you were gone then.

The first time that he actually talked to you was because he had accidentally did his service too hard and had hit you square on the stomach.

He feels his shoulder tense as you weakly let out that you were fine and that you just needed to talk to a member name Shion Inunaki for a project, you seemed to ignore him and what he did earlier, like you paid no mind to his presence.

Next thing he knows, he sees you around a lot on campus yet just like the first time he sees you and the first time he talks to you, you barely looked his way.

The days past quickly and it’s already the second half of the school year, he sees that your classmates in one of his minor classes and that you sit in front of him yet he feels like a fuckin’ scrub around you. You barely glance his way and when he tries to initiate a conversation, your words are curt and concise.

He asks his twin one night about it.

The only reply he got was, “You ain’t the center of the world, ‘sumu. People sometimes jus’ don’t give a shit about ya, stop thinking your some big shot.” 

He curses his twin and thus begins a two minute long argument between them as usual but as he’s about to end the call in sheer frustration and annoyance, his twin says something that shuts him up immediately, “Don’t tell me you got a lil’ crush over a girl who gives zero fucks about ya.” 

Silence.

“No fuckin’ way, Tsumu.” His twin choked on the other line, “Among all the people in that huge uni?- wheeze-You ended up liking one who barely knows your existence?’

“Shut up.”

“I gotta call Aran for that, fuckin’ masochist. This shit won’t end well.”

The blonde chunks his phone to the bed and groans out loud.

Surely it couldn’t be a crush, right?

Wrong.

Next thing he knows, it's already nearing the end of the second semester and he still craves for that attention from you. Aran feels like he’s crazy, saying how impossible it is to like someone who barely acknowledges his existence. Samu, on the other hand, reiterates that he probably just wanted you because you had this mysterious air and different attitude from the girls Atsumu met before. That and because he’s a masochist who loves hurting himself apparently.

Yet he shuts them down both because of the little opportunity created by his professor in the form of a project in pairs, you picked him much to his surprise, “...You're the only person I know here.” You simply replied.

When he hears those words, he cracks a lazy smirk, “We friends now or something?” he asked.

You clicked your tongue in reply, avoiding his gaze as you muttered, ‘I guess so.’

But after that little victory moment, you remained the same. He didn’t even get to see you outside class since you said that this project didn’t need meet-ups on the weekends or after class, the only thing he got was your number and even when he did try to strike a conversation through text, you gave very short responses.

“Stop simping over her, she probably got a boyfriend that’s why she ain’t lookin your way.” Osamu advised right after he confessed his worries.

Atsumu wishes he was wrong, he really does but he’s getting frustrated. So he attempts to heed Aran’s advice and tries to shake you off. He doesn’t seek you out in class anymore yet like always, you’re not even the least bit bothered by it. He feels queasy on how easy it is for you to be that way towards him but then again, it’s not like you cared about him in the first place.

Later that week, in the midst of his sulking, he’s at a frat party and he does his best to forget about you. There were a lot of beautiful women lining up for him and willing to give him all the attention he lacked from you yet when he’s making out with one of them and this close to getting laid in one of the quiet rooms upstairs, the door bursts open and there stands you, the girl he’s been trying to desperately ignore.

“O-Oh sorry… I-Wrong room...” Your voice that used to be void of emotion was now shaky and you seemed to be forcing yourself to speak. You didn’t seem to recognize him at all since it was dark but he knew that voice and that figure anywhere.Before he could say anything else though, you're out and about, closing the door behind you.

Just like that, Atsumu shoves the girl from his lap and hurriedly puts back his shirt on. He doesn’t care if the stranger was angry or if he was in a disheveled state, he just runs and follows you out.

“Hey! Y/N!” He calls out at the quiet street, out of breath. 

You slowly turned to him and he feels his heart stop at your unfamiliar appearance, your mascara was a mess from your crying and you had scratches on your knees, indicating that you must’ve fallen down somewhere tonight. The volleyball player clears his throat and slowly approaches you, “Hey.” he softly says, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to hand it to you.

You hesitantly take it and try to get rid of the mascara running down your face.

“Come on, Y/N.” He croons as he takes off his jacket to put it on you, ‘samu was right about one thing, he really couldn’t say no to you, “Let's take you home.”

It was that little moment that made Miya Atsumu’s stepping stone towards you.

Yet in the end, despite those endless times of him chasing you, you still chose to run further away from him instead.

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@fortheloveofiwaizumi @svtbitch @ryaaaax @kiyoomile @lovedanii  @juno-multifandom​ @gyubit17​

[chil2de]

Hey don’t apologise for clearing your inbox. You did it for your own mental wellbeing and you can’t be apologising for taking care of yourself. I’m happy for you for finally doing it, it must’ve been daunting to try to get through so many asks. This must feel so refreshing and I love that for you. Take care of yourself (that’s a threat, if you don’t I will force you to) - 🥰

aaaaaa anonnnnie please you’re so sweet TwT iknowiknow but that’s just being an infj for you, you know? i’ll bump into a chair and apologise to an object that isn’t sentient in any way shape or form, i’m sure it doesn’t care that i just bumped into it

thank you for the supportttt thankyouthank you it seriously means a lot <3 more than you’ll ever know tbh hdhbfhshdhf it feels really refreshing now, really strange in all honestly but i like it (: feels like i just cleaned my room after a while lmao

o i’ll also reply to your previous ask below!!!

im so!!! excited for when u do read it! i can’t wait to see your reactions towards certain scenes KDNGJFBFHS

hunny if i saw toji and/or naoya in the street i’m not sure what i would do???? i might faint LMFAO naoya would probably spit on me i won’t lie i don’t know how i feel about that😳 maybe if i manifest internally by screaming at them to approach me they will cause lord knows i’m not going up to them, mfs look so damn intimidating... toji with his 6 foot something self and naoya with the cocky smirk, yeah no thanks

ariana always has really nice vocals, but i have to admit that i probably don’t enjoy all of her new songs preferred to the older ones. it’s just preference but i can’t vibe with them as much

as for wicked games aaaaaa i’m glad you liked it! the weeknd is one of my favourite artists ahah and i always thought it would suit toji. but yeah... his backstory isn’t pretty. at all. i think compared to the grand scale of things and all of the character’s backstories you’ve heard so far in the anime, his is probably one of the most depressing by a landslide. oh god, and yuuta? absolutely tragic... they might even be on par, though perhaps that’s me acting on a bias towards two of my favourites

i have an inkling that when the movie gets released yuuta will be extremely popular :/ i mean, like, i don’t care? don’t mean to go on a tangent but i dislike when ig lesser known characters only gain popularity by conventional means, not because people actually enjoy them or their character. they’ll see him animated and be all “wow! this guy is really cool!” then all the ogs are just sat there like “yes, honey, we told you so” (obviously this excludes anime only fans he was briefly mentioned in the first few episodes— how megumi states that he’s the only other second year he can openly respect, and how he won the kyoto school event by far etc etc, later that one scene of him in the second opening)

trust me u will love baby boy yuuta <3 i don’t share, if ever!! but hell i’ll make an exception for you :)

but in all honesty sometimes i wish i just stuck writing for one fandom because no matter how hard i try there will always be a time where i favour one fandom over the other, e.g i was writing gintama for the longest time, and that’s how my blog started growing, but then i got into haikyuu again and i started writing for them. therefore now because i’m into jjk it’s mainly what i write for and i always feel so terrible for the other fandoms fhsbfhghs

but i don’t hold any regret towards it, i’m glad that i switched to multifandom. i wouldn’t be happy writing for gintama forever, i’d feel so trapped and suffocated in terms of the free reign and variety so it’s all good (: besides i think it’s good to take breaks and to write for characters with vastly different personalities, i always find that my writing becomes a little bit more sharper and accurate when i’m trying to clean up and polish someone else’s dialogue or antics. needless to say, no shade to people who do write for only one fandom, because that takes major dedication so that’s a kudos!

anyways, didn’t mean to ramble on babe LMAO i do have a horde of google docs😭😭 i debated screen recording but there’s so many that after a while of scrolling it has to wait for the next batch to load, so you’ll just have to take my word for it (genuinely wish i could see somewhere that tells me how many overall docs i have, i’m pretty interested to see considering i have around ~500 posts, then again, not all of them are fics)

hfbshghd i hate how this was all about me please— ur giving a sister out here heart problems, i beg u pls tell me something interesting

OH OH OK i got a question, how about, who was your first fictional crush? can be anime or from a book series, etc

and is there any favourite anime characters you have from other fandoms?

(ily thank you once again I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD WHEN U SAID USING UP UNLIMITED MINUTES— the rest of the ask got cut off imsosorry we’ll just improvise from here on out, bUT hey dude let’s go to shibuya together!!! i’m so sure that they put a life size statue of gojo there everyone keeps talking about it LMFAO i’ll be whizzing around w my phone taking some very cool pictures :) then we can go grab some food or a few drinks, also ill stock u up on merch ok ily take care)

[anotherdarkiboi]

Warnings: blood, eye horror, medical themes, bandages, blindfold, mild cursing, mild nudity, innuendo and sexual references, references to murder.

Dr. Iplier changed out of his mildly bloody medical scrub shirt and formerly-white lab coat, discarding them onto the floor. His mind has been wandering lately. One of his regular patients seemed to occupy himself in his brain like a cancerous tumor or Taenia solium larvae might. He was frequently distracted and excitable, getting flustered uncharacteristically easily. That and the overall warmth he felt coursing through his body and the achey tightness in his chest concerned him to no end.

What's worse was that the doctor couldn't diagnose exactly what sickness he had. Dr. Iplier knew they could be signs of a heart attack or about a hundred other maladies that could possibly kill him, but he didn't dare imagine the possibility that he was the one who was dying, as painfully ironic that would be.

He wanted to get rid of it, and soon. It was impeding on his work and the credibility of his profession, to the dismay of his business partner, fellow doctor, and best friend, Schneep. Dr. Iplier accidentally dropped a scalpel into Peter during his surgery and caused a bloody mess (literally) because of it. Poor Peter didn't make it. But then again, that's what you got when you ran a medical practice with Henrik von Schneeplestein (the "Doctor" part was debatable): Peter never stood a chance.

But as time progressed, Dr. Iplier found that whatever he had made him feel euphoric. Maybe the disease or parasite released dopamine? He suspected that it had something to do with that patient of his. Maybe they were also the Patient Zero for his ailment? Or were they somehow causing these symptoms through mind control?

The doctor was familiar with the paranormal through his experiences with the infamous Darkiplier, so it wouldn't be too farfetched. He had his suspicions about his patient, but knew that it wasn't really professional of him to comment. Either way, they were forced to interact on a daily basis and Dr. Iplier didn't feel like losing his most loyal customer, so he said nothing of it and ignored the rapid beating of his heart (tachycardia?).

Soon the doctor found himself thinking about his "favorite" patient. Again. Of course. His thoughts always drifted to that quiet, contemplative man. The disease- Illness? Parasite? Whatever it was, the symptoms were getting worse.

Dr. Iplier sighed, picking up his bloody scrubs from the floor. He didn't want to further lower the reputation of his business by leaving his bedroom and private clinic messy.

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The Host opened the door to Dr. Iplier's bedroom and makeshift clinic with a faint creek. He considered knocking first, but what he needed to ask the doctor was urgent. Well, maybe not urgent per se, but he had been thinking about it for a while now and had finally come to the conclusion that today was the day he would ask their resident doctor out.

What the Host didn't expect was to find was said doctor shirtless. The Host can't see, not in the physical sense anyway, but he has the ability to narrate his surroundings to get a vague sense of what's going on. So when his internal monologue started describing in excruciating detail exactly how lean Dr. Iplier's exposed upper body looked like and the faintest hint of his V-line peaking over the elastic of his thin blue scrub pants, the Host became overwhelmed. Of course, the Host doesn't say this aloud: for once, his narrations remained in his head in a loud, frantic monotone. The Host couldn't hear himself think, let alone focus from the mental barrage of stimuli. Shit.

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Dr. Iplier tosses the bloody clothes into the hamper. He turns around to find the Host, propping himself up by the doorway looking like he was on the verge of collapse.

"Oh! Uh, you're here awfully early... Are you alright?"

"The Host, um, I- fuck."

The doctor's eyes widen in concern. Blood streaked down the Host's bandages like tears. It was rare to see him shocked into using first person and it was usually was damaging to his physical health. And this was the first time Dr. Iplier ever heard the Host stutter.

The Host makes an attempt to step into the room and falters. Dr. Iplier is quickly by the Host's side, holding the trenchcoated man up by the waist to guide him to the bed (which served as both a hospital cot and the doctor's actual bed). The Host sits on the edge while the doctor hangs his stethoscope around his neck, putting on his lab coat and head mirror out of habit: all without noticing that he still wasn't wearing a shirt.

The Host can't help but compare the mental image to the intro of a low-budget porno. He covers his head in his hands and groans in exasperation. Why did Dr. Iplier have to be at the pinnacle of health?

The doctor feels the Host's forehead with gentle tenderness, his cool hand resting against warm skin. He tilts the Host's head up from under his chin, examining how much blood his patient lost. The Host can feel Dr. Iplier's intense stare on him as he attempts to figure out what's wrong. He hopes that the doctor won't notice his face heating up.

The physical contact felt intimate, even though it was practically ritual at this point with the amount of times the Host visits. The Host mentally compares it to heavy petting leading up to eventual smut. He internally screams.

The Host's narrations drift to Dr. Iplier's inner monologue as the doctor checks his vitals. It's something that the Host tries to avoid as it's an invasion of privacy, but it wasn't something he was able to control in his current state. Anything was better than whatever his brain was conjuring right now.

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Usually he's calm under pressure, but the doctor can't explain is why he feels irrational, seething anger for whatever caused the Host's predicament. Dark maybe? Or Wilford? Probably someone with a great deal of power for the Host to essentially overload.

The doctor rarely gets angry: Annoyed? All the time. Cranky? Every morning before the caffeine hits. But Dr. Iplier felt, for the first time, homicidal. How dare they? The Host's health is delicate to say the least: the other egos know that. Yet Dr. Iplier is well aware that the blindfolded man can take care of himself. Then why does he feel so protective of him?

He knew, in great detail, at least 50 different ways to kill a person and had the means to do it. Injecting air into the bloodstream and facilitating an air embolism, constricting the windpipe and suffocating them while they sleep, utilizing any number of lethal drugs he had on hand: the list went on. If anyone ever hurt the Host again, he'd have to...

He takes a deep breath. The Host needs a doctor now, not an emotional wreck. The doctor checks off his mental checklist and goes through the familiar motions of proper medical procedure for his patient. It was his job to help people, and he'd be damned if he did just the opposite: at least on purpose (accidents happen).

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For some reason, imagining Dr. Iplier attempting to murder the infamous Dark and Wilford duo calms the Host down. The Host had an especially violent streak during his Author days, so he understood the feeling well. But the fact that the doctor would feel so passionately about him was... endearing. Maybe this could still work...

The doctor grabs his glasses from his desk and pushes them up the bridge of his nose. They were rectangular ones reminiscent of Mark's old trademark, which the Host imagined made Dr. Iplier look more distinguished and erudite. He reads off his clipboard with concern.

"Elevated heart rate, irregular breathing, flushed but no fever, dilated pupils... Host, do you know what -or who- caused this?" The Host notices how Dr. Iplier clenches his jaw at "who". How cute.

You. "That doesn't matter, Doctor. I can assure you, I'm fine. I've been experiencing these 'symptoms' for a while now. I know they're not fatal." He casually fails to mention the overload he just had.

"And you didn't bother to tell me? We see each other every day!" Dr. Iplier gasps with a look of genuine horror on his face. "Have you... have you been seeing other doctors?!"

The Host stifles a laugh. "Of course not. Dr. Schneeplestein may be 'zhe good doctah', but you are the best one."

"Oh, I know," Dr. Iplier asserts, the flirtatious remark flying over his large ego. "Trust me, you wouldn't believe how many lawsuits we get every week. It's a wonder how our business stays afloat."

Something that the Host said triggers something in the doctor's mind. He checks his clipboard again. The Host had been experiencing this for a while now, minus the almost collapsing part. And so had he. It can't be... can it? The symptoms were the same as his own.

"I'm sorry, but I think we're both dying."

"...We?"

Dr. Iplier sets down his clipboard and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He never liked being the bearer of bad news, but the burden seemed to be part of his job.

"I'm afraid we both have the same illness- same symptoms and everything. Yours is probably later-staged, which would explain the fainting spell. We should warn Dark and the others to quarantine the area or something."

The Host starts laughing, loud and unabashedly. Dr. Iplier looks on in confusion and finds himself unable to speak. This was the first time he saw the Host laugh this much. Creepy sadistic grins? Sure. A wry smile after making a snide remark? Rare, but certainly rewarding. This crazed fit of giggling however? Unheard of until now. The doctor liked seeing the Host happy, even if it was due to the thought of their own deaths. Maybe it was a coping mechanism. He wonders how much time he had left to hear it again.

The Host slowly calms down, wiping the blood dripping down his face as if he was wiping away tears of laughter. It doesn't have the same effect: Dr. Iplier grimaces at the red smear on the back of his patient's hand.

"I assure you, those measures will not be necessary. Tell me Doctor, when do these 'symptoms', as you call them, tend to occur?"

"All the time since a few weeks ago, but it gets worse when you're around: no offense. Is it that Hanahaki disease Yandereiplier was telling me about?"

The Host resists the urge to facepalm. For someone who supposedly went to medical school, Dr. Iplier was surprisingly dumb. He completely went against the stereotype of glasses-wearers being the most intelligent.

"No. What you- we have is not an illness nor disease, at least not in the traditional sense."

"You know what it is then? Is there a cure?" Dr. Iplier replies in all seriousness.

The Host sighs. He still didn't get it. "Doctor, are you familiar with the concept of love?"

"Obviously", Dr. Iplier retorts, his ego kicking in again. The Host sincerely doubts it. "There are tons of books on the subject and Wil talks about it all the time. It's a combination of dopamine, serotonin, and adrenaline."

"In scientific terms, yes. And the physical indications?"

Dr. Iplier thinks for a moment, going down the list. It clicks.

"Oh my god, I love you."

A pause. The doctor starts to realize what he blurted out loud. He covers his face in his hands, not daring to make eye contact (or whatever was closest to that) with the Host/newfound target of affection. He opens his mouth in an attempt to amend his spur of the moment confession until he hears the Host's muttered response:

"...The feeling is mutual".

The two of them are both blushing messes and the silence is impenetrable. Dr. Iplier doesn't know how to respond. What was he supposed to say? How does one typically proceed from here? How does this work?

He breaks the silence with a hastily stammered excuse to grab a damp hand towel and a fresh bandage for the Host's bleeding eye sockets. The doctor gently wipes the blood off the Host's face, dyeing the towel pink.

The Host knew better than to argue about being able to do it himself. "It's my job!" the doctor said every time the Host commented on it, even though he knew it wasn't necessary. Whether it be the simple action of bandaging his face or wiping blood off it, Dr. Iplier was always gentle. The doctor was one of the only ones who knew what happened to the Host: what happened to his eyes, what he had done, who he'd hurt. And still, still Dr. Iplier treated him with curtesy and kindness. But why? It was one of the things about the doctor that the Host found intriguing- captivating even. And to think that Dr. Iplier liked him back...

"You are..." the Host pauses, searching for the right word to say next. Although he's a writer and self proclaimed linguist, he can't find another word that conveys the same emotion and feeling. "Beautiful. The Host wishes that he could see you".

"Host, you don't have to. I'm really not," the doctor asserts with a half-hearted chuckle. He tries to focus on helping his patient instead of the burning sensation on his cheeks. At least the Host was stable enough to phase out of talking in first person.

The Host's head tilts to the side, frowning slightly. "You are the kind of doctor and person that others like the Host need, but not necessarily the one they deserve. The Host understands if this is something you aren't comfortable pursuing yet, or ever."

Dr. Iplier scoffs, setting the now bloodstained towel down. "Hold on, you deserve all the care and support in the world, medical or otherwise. Sure you've done horrible things in the past, but that doesn't make you any less deserving of happiness now."

The doctor gingerly unties the Host's bandage to expose closed eyelids caked with dried blood. "Because you're 'beautiful' too. And this-," Dr. Iplier pauses, taking the Host's hand in both his own. "This is something that I want too. If you'll have me".

"Of course," the Host says with a rare smile. It's sweet and small, but the doctor's heart palpitates anyways. "The Host would even like to ask if you were free for coffee or a beverage of your choice later, if you are interested."

"Are you... asking me out?" The Host was always taken aback at how dumb his doctor sometimes was.

"The Host says yes".

"Neat!" Dr. Iplier exclaims a little too enthusiastically, "Um, I'll be there."

He carefully ties the new bandage over the Host's face. The doctor knew the pristine cloth would only stay white for so long until it got stained red again and his patient would have to return. The Host slides off the bed to face Dr. Iplier.

"The Host would like to thank the doctor for his help and for accepting his proposal. The Host also implores Dr. Iplier to put a shirt on." The Host's gaze (if one could call it that) drifts to the floor to try and avoid having his thoughts veer into dangerous territory again.

That explains why the doctor felt so cold. He tries to ignore the sharp spikes of embarrassment stabbing his insides. You know it's bad when a legally blind man points out your dress code infringement (or lack thereof of said "dress").

"Well that's unprofessional of me. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"The Host says it's more than fine, just distracting. The Host will leave to let the doctor finish changing."

"Oh."

Dr. Iplier is still unused to all the compliments and to seeing this slightly flirty Host. Not that he was complaining though. He had so many questions and cursed his lack of experience. The Host was halfway out the door when the doctor calls out after him.

"Hey Host, how do you know all this stuff?"

Dr. Iplier knew with 100% certainty that the Host never brought any partners back to the manor (his medical questionnaires tend to be extensive, if not a little insensitive), and he was sure that the Author's experiences didn't really count as the Host's own.

The Host grins mischievously. "You don't know half of the things I write. Maybe I'll show you one day, if you're up to it."

A spot of crimson spreads through the Host's bandages as he shifts into first person. On that note, the Host leaves and the doctor is left with more confusion and a piqued interest.

The doctor grabs a clean shirt, bunching it up and covers his face, groaning. What does the Host write? Where the hell did he get "neat" from? What happened to the less awkward (but not nearly as fulfilling) doctor-patient relationship they used to have?

The doctor finally puts the shirt on and his lab coat over it, falling facedown onto his bed. The headmirror presses uncomfortably against his skull. He didn't know when "later" was for his little date, nor where. Where they going to meet there or were they going together? And holy fuck, what was he going to wear?

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Host smiles to himself, walking down the familiar path to his room. For the first time in a long time, he felt content: he finally asked the flustered doctor out, though he didn't expect getting "distracted" or the doctor actually accepting.

He turns a corner to sense some of the other egos crowding the hallway with conniving looks directed towards him. How did they find out so fast? The Host mentally prepares himself for annoyance.

"I hear that someone has been trying to make a move on our good doctor here," Dark announces with a smirk. "I congratulate you Host, I hope the two of find happiness."

Dark sighs wistfully. The others can't tell if he is joking or not when he mutters "they grow up so fast" like a proud parent.

"So~?" Wilford teases in a singsong voice, slinging his arm around the blindfolded man's shoulder and whispers conspiratorially: "didya fuck?"

The others respond with similar curiosity, loudly talking over one another. The Host can sense an imminent migraine at the multiple dialogues and camera panning he has to keep track of. But he appreciates their support nonetheless.

"Can I just establish the fact that I am still the gayest one here? Just saying," Bim affirms as an afterthought.

"The Host asks all of the egos to stop blocking the hallway."

[tapedeck-archive]

20 questions tag

tagged by @lovely-tea-petals thank you! ily <3

- what do you prefer to be called name wise? just my name, Emma lol! tho i’m not super comfy with how fem it is

- when’s your birthday? july 10 :)

- where do you live? indiana, US

- three things you are doing right now? procrastinating my hw! thinking about hannibal, eating a bao bun :)

- four fandoms that have piqued your interest? i’m not sure if this is asking what i’m interested in getting into, or which fandoms im in right now! but rn i’m super into hannibal, killing eve, community, and psych. from the outside looking in, i’m interested in the owl house, gentleman jack, the magicians, and gotham ig

- how has the pandemic been treating you? ok ish, i mean i’m not very social anyway so it hasn’t affected me too much. i’m back at uni, too! the hardest parts of quarantine had nothing to do with the pandemic, more about some Tough Shit happening in my life

- a song you can’t stop listening to right now? You Are the Apple, by Lady Lamb! hm also though, billie eilish’s more recent songs (bc of h*nnibal)

- recommend a movie? The Old Guard (netflix), and Hustlers !!!

- school, university, occupation, other? I go to DePauw University. i have a job too, i work for the university as a sewist. right now we’re just making masks for the singers

- do you prefer heat or cold? cold!! i love layering, and the weather is just a lot nicer to me

- name one fact others may not know about you? my friends know everything about me lmao! but for my followers who don’t know me as well, the fun fact I always tell people is that i was a baby model in Japan lol

- are you shy? i used to think i was, but i’m just introverted. if i don’t need to talk to someone, i won’t. if i have to talk to someone out of necessity, i will! but if i want to talk to someone, it’s harder to get there because i have anxiety lmao

- biggest pet peeve? not really sure. right now, since i’m frustrated with my homework, i’m most peeved by academic gate-keeping. i hate that academics use such big words and complex sentences to sound smarter. just say what u need to say pls lol i can’t read

- rate your life 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be: weird question! idk, 5 i guess

- what’s your main blog? this one~

- list your side blogs and what they’re used for: 👀 the one i’m most active on right now is @shawnisbi and it’s multifandom but mostly hannibal. i also have @uglybrother for random stuff. i have other sideblogs that are just for personal organization so u don’t need to know lol. i have another account tho! @willowcreme for dark academia and cottagecore, and @packhunters is another sideblog for quotes n shit

- is there anything people need to know about you before becoming friends? just a disclaimer: i am mentally ill lol. SO i get anxious replying to the simplest texts, it takes ages. and i struggle with expressing emotions and just communicating in general. 

I'll tag @magdalenas, @purdymow44, anyone else who wants to do this! i’d love to read your responses if you do

[elcorhamletlive]

I can finally post this!

fandom: MCU (Post- Avengers 2012) tags: Fluff and Humour, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Idiots in Love, POV Tony Stark, Stony Loves Steve 2019

summary: Tony is thrilled about his new relationship with Steve. He's on cloud nine, in fact. It's so amazing he can believe it's real.

He just wishes they could... Uh. Touch a little. Just a little.

Ok, so, here’s the thing: Tony never, in a million years, thought Steve would say “yes”.

Not because of some exacerbated insecurity or anything. As anyone who knows him can attest, Tony is far from oblivious to his appeal. He knows he’s an attractive man, and that he could charm his way out of nearly anything, if he wanted to.

He also knows he’s good at flirting. He knows how to be seductive without being inconvenient, how to be flattering without exaggerating, how to be suggestive without pushing any boundaries. He has mastered his technique over years, practicing with many different people. He never had any trouble getting a date, and, to be completely honest, he doesn’t think he ever will.

But.

There is a huge difference between dating, in its usual simple, casual meaning, and the utterly other-worldly, mind blowing, frankly almost terrifying concept of dating Steve Rogers. Dating is easy, but dating Steve – going out for a movie with Steve, holding his hand, kissing him after the night is over, asking if he wants to come up to the penthouse… If you ask Tony, there’s an entire universe of distance between these two ideas. They’re barely in the same astral plane.

And Tony—Tony doesn’t even know what possessed him to ask. It had been an insane impulse to rival every single one of his most self-destructive habits. There he was, in the kitchen, filling himself with coffee, when Steve walked in with a book in his hand, sitting on a stool. He was wearing his grandpa clothes, his brow was furrowed and his blond bangs were falling a little on his forehead.

Tony watched him, and at one point he closed his book and fished out the tiniest notepad from his pocket. He wrote something down, tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth, deep concentration as his fingers brushed his bangs to the side, and Tony had thought: Oh. Oh, I wish I could have him.

That hadn’t been a new thought – actually, it bordered on repetitive at that point, echoing in his head anytime he watched Steve do basically anything - but it apparently resonated with something in Tony’s sleep-deprived brain, because the next thing he knew, he was rambling about reservations that he had made for him and Pepper, and how Pepper had cancelled, and how he missed eating steak, and if Steve wanted to have dinner with him.

And Steve said yes.

And that—well, to say it caught Tony off guard would be an understatement. He had just stared at Steve for a moment in silence when FRIDAY helpfully jumped in to inform him of the reservation's time. Steve had smiled, and Tony had gaped at him like a fish, and, just like that, he had a date with Steve Rogers.

The hours that followed were some of the slowest of Tony’s life. He had been a pile of nerves in a way he didn’t remember ever being before a date. He found himself trying on the suit he used to meet the president and finding it incredibly ill-fitting.

Then, at 6:38, he was ready, exactly twenty-two minutes too early. Fortunately, Steve, being who he was, had also shown up to meet him in the living room early, so Tony didn’t have to wait for long.

Dinner was… surprisingly great. Granted, Tony was almost vibrating off his chair, but Steve didn’t seem to mind. He had been outraged by the prices, which Tony found both exasperating and adorable, and after a moment of initial awkwardness, they fell into an easy, natural banter. Steve was a great listener, Tony found. He heard everything Tony said with the utmost attention, but he wasn’t always quiet either – he’d interject with a blunt wit that made Tony grin a little ridiculously at times, and he’d nod at Tony’s rambling as if it were worth listening to.

The restaurant worked, too. It was a discreet bistro not too far away from the Tower. The food tasted delicious, and Steve cleaned up his plate with such voracity that Tony simply had to convince him to order dessert. Steve complained a little, saying it wasn’t fair to let Tony pay for everything, but Tony won the argument, promising he’d let Steve pay next time (Steve didn’t even blink at the suggestion that there would be a next time, which, really, made Tony feel like floating off his seat).

All in all, it was a great choice, even though it was far from the place Tony would have picked to take Steve on a first date – though, to be fair, Tony wouldn’t have been able to rent out the Louvre on such little notice anyway.

By the time they got home, though, Tony’s anxiety had resurfaced again. Even as he grinned at Steve and continued to talk normally, his hands twitched hopelessly in the pockets of his jacket. He wondered if Steve’s occasional lingering gaze was enough of a hint of what his reaction would be if Tony tried to close the evening with a goodnight kiss.

When they got to Steve’s floor, Steve turned towards him and smiled – a large, sincere smile that knocked Tony’s breath right out of his lungs.

“Thank you, Tony. I… To be honest, I don’t remember the last time I had that much fun, in this time.” And he looked a little embarrassed, a little awkward, but still… almost giddy with happiness, as if he had truly forgotten how it felt to be this way. “Thank you.”

And then the elevator doors opened, and Steve got out, and there was no kiss but really, that had been even better. The doors closed, and Tony rested his head on the wall and smiled like an idiot at the ceiling.

That had been date number one. Date number two happened almost a week later, after Rhodey managed to convince Tony Steve wouldn’t want to drop everything and go to Paris with him just because Tony thought anything New York had to offer simply wasn’t good enough. Tony then finally caved and, rambling about how Pepper had talked up the MET’s latest exhibit at the office, asked if Steve would like to go see it on Friday. The way Steve’s face lit up at the suggestion made Tony mentally promise Rhodey a dozen new upgrades for his suit.

“Dude,” Rhodey had laughed when Tony informed him of it that night, “You are so screwed.”

Tony had rolled his eyes and ignored him.

By the time Friday arrived, he was already regretting following Rhodey’s suggestion – what was so great about the MET, anyway? And even if Steve liked it, Tony couldn’t stand art museums, not even the Louvre, so wasn’t this proof of the unavoidable truth that they were ultimately incompatible? It had to be, right? Really, he should just cancel the whole thing and spare them the inevitable misery.

Except then Steve showed up, with a button up shirt and a leather jacket and a bright smile, and Tony’s brain promptly melted and leaked right out of his ears, so. They ended up going.

As the hours went by, walking with Steve through the MET’s hallways, watching the way he frowned thoughtfully at a few pieces and stopped to analyze every detail, Tony’s thoughts changed. Museums could be fun, he realized. Museums could be… witty, and smart, and sweet. Really, museums were so, so…

Rhodey is right, Tony thought, watching Steve struggle with his phone settings to attempt to take a selfie with a painting and having to fight back an honest to god sigh. I’m completely screwed.

The following dates only consolidated that reality. He and Steve went to the Natural History Museum, to Coney Island, to the Brooklyn Bridge. The city Tony knew since his childhood seemed to gain new life when he was exploring it through Steve’s eyes. Steve had so many stories, and so many interesting insights about how things had or hadn’t changed, that it made Tony feel that New York was, suddenly, the most interesting place in the world. He started to spend most of his time at the Tower, only going to Malibu when Pepper really, really demanded his presence.

And Steve. Through these adventures, Tony found out so much about him – little things like his favorite ice cream flavor (rocky road), the kind of movies he liked (mostly sci-fi and fantasy, but he was also fond of animations), the fact that he liked buying the newspaper to do the crosswords. He learned things about Steve that Steve himself couldn’t tell, like the way he walked, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way he brushed his bangs off his forehead when he was nervous or embarrassed. Things a person could only learn by spending time with him, which Tony was doing in ever-growing levels – and yet, worryingly, it never seemed to be enough.

And, yeah, it was a little… weird, at times. Tony had never dated – or hell, even been attracted to someone for so long without moving things to the physical side of the equation. With Steve, though, that side didn’t seem to exist at all. Two months after their first date, they were going out at least once a week, and they still hadn’t kissed, or, shit, even held hands.

Tony had thought about it (by God, had he thought about it) but anytime he thought he could take the initiative, something on Steve’s demeanor would seem to stiff, too skittish, and then it wouldn’t seem like a very good idea.

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[inyournightmares97]

Masterlist

Soulmate!au Jaebum

Where the name of your soulmate appears on your skin once you turn 20.

“It’s just scary to think about,” Jaebum mumbled. He kicked his legs lightly against the stone fence that he was sitting on. The two of you often sat here after school, playing with the local stray cats as you talked about whatever was on your minds.

“I think it’s exciting,” you admitted quietly. You and Jaebum were similar in a lot of ways, you agreed on a lot of things… except this one. Soulmates. “I think it’s nice to know who your soulmate is. Otherwise you might just get stuck with someone whos not right for you. And besides. Your soulmate is meant for you so they’ll never leave you. It’s easier.”

Jaebum sighed and shook his head. “That’s the scary part. You’re just dealing with things the way you want to and suddenly someone comes along and becomes a huge part of your life.”

“Why is that so bad?” you wondered.

“Because things aren’t in your control anymore. This person’s going to come in and make changes in my life. What if I like my life just the way it is? Or what if I want to do something… but I’m not able to because it means leaving your soulmate?”

You frowned. “Surely your soulmate wouldn’t stop you from doing whatever you wanted to do.”

Jaebum took a deep breath and looked at you worriedly.

“What if what I want to do… conflicts with what they want to do?”

You didn’t really have an answer to that. In your mind, once you found your soulmate then everything would work out. Why would the universe set you up with someone who wanted something different from you? But you couldn’t convince Jaebum of this.

It was different for him. He wasn’t like you, he had big dreams. Jaebum wanted to become a dancer, wanted to attend a performing arts school abroad and be on stage. He was terrified that he couldn’t do those things, or that his soulmate might convince him to give up on his career.

“Maybe your soulmate is in New York,” you joked with him lightly. “Maybe you’ll get some nice pretty American name on your wrist like Sarah or something and she’ll be at your performing arts school.”

Jaebum merely rolled his eyes. “Yeah? I’ve always liked blonde women.”

But you saw the worry in his eyes and reached over to squeeze his hand reassuringly. You knew it was pretty unlikely that you would ever leave this small town. You had your younger siblings to take care of, and your mother was often ill. You had too many family commitments holding you down here. But Jaebum was a free bird and he was terrified of shackles.

It was a few days before Jaebum left for New York that he suddenly turned up at your house one night. You were shocked to see him standing on your doorstep, half-shivering in the cold rain. You let him in and hurriedly sat him down next to the heater, shushing him so that your siblings wouldn’t wake up. They already teased you about how much time you spent with Jaebum.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded.

Jaebum coughed lightly and looked up at you with worried eyes. “I’m scared,” he admitted quietly. “I’m scared because I leave for New York on Monday and I don’t turn 20 for another five months. What if I get there and then find out that I left my soulmate behind here?”

You bit your lip. “That’s not very likely-”

“But if I knew who she was now…” he trailed off, still shivering a little. Water was trickling down from his hair onto his face. “If I know that she’s here, then I might not want to go. I can’t give up New York. I have to go. And if she’s here…”

You gave him a small smile. “I’m sure she’ll wait, Jaebum.”

He gave you a long, meaningful look. “That’s not asking too much of her? She won’t hate me for leaving?”

“She’s your soulmate. She’ll forgive you.”

Jaebum reached out and grabbed your hand. It was freezing cold but his fingers grasped yours with a sort of desperation. Your heartbeat thudded as he looked straight into your eyes. His words were slow, careful, and laden with a hidden meaning.

“You’re sure,” he pressed quietly. “You’re absolutely sure that she’ll forgive me?”

You reached up and gently stroked his wet hair, watching him lean into your touch. You took a deep breath and gave him the reassurance he wanted. “As long as you come back for her… I’m sure she doesn’t mind waiting.”

“I’ll come back,” he promised.

You went with him to the airport. He had a lot of luggage and you could see that he was battling his emotions. He was excited, happy to be on the road to fulfilling his dream. But there was fear in his eyes and you could see that too.

“You’ll do great,” you reassured him softly.

He turned and forced a smile at you. “Are you going to be okay? You’ll take care of yourself once I’m gone, right?”

You scoffed. “Excuse me. Worry about yourself, you big baby. Have you been studying your English?”

He smiled guiltily. “I’ll manage.”

The announcement for his flight began, and Jaebum suddenly reached forward to hug you. He wrapped you in his arms tightly and you inhaled his familiar scent, trying not to cry. You would miss him. You would miss him so much.

“Happy Birthday,” he told you as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You were silent, your head bowed as you blinked back tears. Jaebum slowly reached out and took your hand. You watched as his fingers lingered on your wrist; there was nothing there.

“You should go,” you told him softly.

He nodded. “Bye.”

You smiled and waved as he walked away, dragging his luggave behind him. Jaebum kept turning around to look at you until he finally turned the corner and was out of sight.

You stood still in the airport for a long time after Jaebum left, staring at the gate. You couldn’t believe he was gone. Would you ever see him again? You were afraid you might not.

A warm, tingling feeling came upon your hand. You flinched a little and looked down at your wrist, where a name was beginning to show itself in black ink.

You smiled down at it, relieved.

You have to come back now. You promised.

Im Jaebum.

X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X

A/N: Was this too bad? I haven’t read many soulmate!aus so I don’t know how they work!! Hope you guys like this anyway!!

All my pending GOT7 requests are complete!! I’ll work on a couple EXO ones next. You guys can request other groups too, I’m totally multifandom! I can write for NU'EST, most of Wanna One (except the maknae line, they’re too smol), Seventeen, BTS, VIXX, among others!! Inbox me and ask whether I can write your group!!

[dimpled-rapper-stan]

⭐︎🔠Alphabet Tag🔠⭐︎

I was tagged by @poutypuppybaekhyun​ thanks honeypie~ 💕

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 people you would like to know better.

(A)ge: Holding onto the last moments where my age ends with “teen”.... in other words Imma be 20 in a few months YEET

(B)irthplace: Saint Lucia, a wee island in the Caribbean. I’m not there right now tho. I’m studying abroad currently.

©urrent time: 3:04pm

(D)rink you had last: A very watered-down Mountain Dew from KFC... 

(E)asiest person to talk to: @connie-the-marshmellow​ @thelimited-unlimited​ and @pandashounen

(F)avorite song: At the moment... Tear - BTS. That shit goes HARD.

(G)rossest memory: Okay so this one time I was sitting at the front of a bus right... Heading to school one morning, I was in like high school at the time, and this woman and her little daughter were sitting next to me, the kid was probably like 7? 8? I dunno. So anyways, the kid starts getting carsick and then starts vomiting on the floor of the bus... fam I thank the good Lord up above for my quick reflexes cuz I bunched myself up to the side real quick and not a drop touched me. Had I not done that, it probably would have landed all over my shoes... and it’s not like I was wearing designer shoes or anything, nah. It’s just that my shoes were kinda soft material sneakers so that puke would have soaked into them and my socks like a damn SPONGE.

(H)ogwarts house: Not the biggest HP fan but I feel like I’d either be Ravenclaw or Slytherin... I’unno.

(I)n love with: THIS WHOLE ASS RABBIT

One Hoe, I mean Wonho(e), I mean Wonho. Yeah, I’m in love with Wonho.

(J)ealous of people: Nah, mama always raised me to be a humble bean.

(K)illed someone: None that can be proven. 

(L)ove at first sight or walk by again: I feel like it’s half and half for this one. I’m part hopeless romantic so I could see myself in the “love at first sight” situation, but I feel like if you’re actively trying to get my attention you’d definitely have to walk by again a few times because I am CLUELESS.

(M)iddle name: Amber, Thalia, Annick. In that order.

(N)umber of siblings: Technically none that are (completely) blood related. I have 1 half sister and 2 half brothers and many friends that I call my brothers and sisters.

(O)ne wish: I wish, I wish with all my heart... that human beings had a little more empathy and compassion dammit.

(P)lace you want to live: To be honest... I kinda wanna live in London.

(Q)uestions you’re asked the most: “Is that your real hair?” Yas bish.

®easons to smile: I exist and as a result I can see the beauty in the things around me.

(S)ong you last sang: Move - Taemin. It’s stuck in my head.

(T)ime you woke up: Today? Around 10/11ish I think.

(U)nderwear color: Black

(V)acation destination: I highkey wanna go to Italy but also Japan.

(W)orst habit: I have the attention span of a damn broken stick I swear I can never get anything done or be completely consistent with things.

(X)-rays: My left ankle. That in itself is a funny story so shoot me an ask if you wanna hear that.

(Y)our favourite food: Anything with meat. Also RAMEN.

**Extra Questions**

Ultimate Bias: I say it’s Namjoon. It may look like it’s Wonho but he’s my boyfriend. Namjoon is my Ult. Two different things. 😂

Ultimate Bias Wrecker: Please click here and enjoy my ranting.

Favourite Kpop Song: At the moment it’s Tear - BTS

First Kpop Song: Mr. Simple - Super Junior

Favourite Kpop Album: Between WINGS - BTS, Face Yourself - BTS, MADE - BigBang and The Connect - Monsta X.

Favourite Kpop Ship: 2Jae man, they’re so precious, I love.

Hard or Soft Stan: Have you seen my tags? I’m a hella hard stan with a little soft sprinkled in 😂😂

Favourite Kpop Company: Uhhhhhhh... YG? Because reasons...

Backstory of How I Got Into Kpop: Okay so basically back when I was in highschool my main hoe/bestie and my mom-friend/bestie came to me and showed me the mv for Mr. Simple and I was like oh shit this is pretty lit and the choreo is popping. (I’m in love with dancing so that’s a big bonus when I see some on point choreography) Then I went home and looked into a few more Super Junior songs and MVs and I was hooked on them for a while until school came weighing down on my back like a [censored, possibly offensive joke]. Then a few years later around the middle of college those same two besties came to me again with BTS - Blood, Sweat & Tears and I looked at Jimin like 👀 how you doing? And then I saw Joon’s fine ass and I was like 👀👀 well hello thurr... Then they showed me Not Today and I saw grapemon and I knew he was the one. It was bias at first second sight.... and from there I just dug deeper and deeper into the world of K-pop and now I’m like an ultimate multifandom dumpsite.

I’m tagging; Imma leave this one open to all who see it. Feel free to tag me, I’d love to know more about you guys.

[katyaton]

11 Things!

I was tagged by @sinkingorswimming and @scribeoffate  Thanks y’all!!! (And feel free to answer my questions if you feel like it too!) <3 

sinkingorswimming’s questions

What kind of pet would you keep if you had no limits on money, time, or space?

I want some sort of exotic cat, like a Savannah cat, and a fox!

What is your favorite color to wear?

Deep Royal Red

What song do you love even though other people say it’s cheesy?

Probably Friday by Rebecca Black haha

Where would you live with no restrictions?

The Scottish highlands have been the place I’d like to live for the past couple of years. Ever since I got to visit Edinburgh I’ve been dying to go back!

Cake or pie?

Oh jeez. This is a hard one. Cake is very good, but if were talking versatility I’ve gotta go with pie. Not only can you get sweet delicacies like key lime or apple pie, you can also get really amazing savory meals like shepard’s pie or chicken pot pie. You can live a balanced diet off of pie - you can’t exactly do that with cake. 

What do you curl up with on a chilly, rainy day?

My big woolly jumper I got from Oxford, a book or fanfic, and a blanket!

What is your favorite bird?

Owls! They’re basically a cat in bird form, which is prob why I like them so much 

How dark do you like your chocolate?

Chocolate around 60-70% cocoa is ideal for me!

What movie can you put on and feel comforted by every time?

Harry Potter. It is always on Freeform when they do their HP marathons, and I used to always end up watching it as a child and now when I have it on in the background it’s just comforting! 

What’s the last restaurant you ate at?

A really good local burger joint.

How do you like your pasta?

Al dente!

scribeoffates’s questions!

1. Are you a single fandom or multi-fandom person? 

Def multifandom. I have too many interests at any given time to just devote myself to one fandom.

2. What fandom(s) are you in right now?

I’m gonna consider fandoms that im in right now as things that im currently in an obsessive phase for: Merlin, Yuri on Ice, Stranger Things, Fullmetal Alchemist, Boku no Hero Academia

3. What book or series of books (or author) from your childhood has had the greatest impact on your life?

Again im gonna have to say Harry Potter. It really jump started my reading and obsessive nature, in a sense. 

4. How long have you been reading or writing fic?

I’ve been reading fic since I was 14 and writing since about January of this year!

5. What is your favorite fic trope?

Forced bed sharing, temporary amnesia, friends to lovers, time travel ... it’s hard to pick just one!

6. If you could be doing anything at all at this moment what would it be and why aren’t you doing it?

I’d be on vacation! (Or at least graduated from school). And the answers to those are easy: money and time, respectively!

7. What animal were you in a past life?

Prob a sloth let’s be honest

8. What is your favorite food?

BREAD

9. Are you missing anyone right now?

My sister who’s lived abroad for over a year now.

10. Is there a circumstance where you would find it okay to take a person’s life?

Yes. In a case of self defense where the person has intent to kill/harm, I would have no qualms taking their life if I had the opportunity. There are several other situations - in states where assisted suicide is legal in cases of dire terminal illnesses that cause nothing but pain/listlessness for the patient and both parties agree, I don’t see an issue there either. When culpability for heinous crimes (ie mass shooters) is irrefutable, I see no problem with the death penalty. Why throw away taxpayer money keeping someone so horrible alive?

11. What is something you appreciate?

Ahem .. anyway! Back to something more positive! There’s always the basic things like friends, family, and community, of course. But there are a lot of little things too, like a new ep of your favourite show coming out, or snagging the last slice of pie, or the crisp breeze that ruffles your hair as you walk outside. There’s a lot of little and large things in life to appreciate for sure.

My Question’s!

1. Do you deal with anger internally or let it be known to all and sundry? 

2. What was your least favorite subject in school? Your favorite?

3. If you could have one superpower, what would it be?

4. If you could push a button and get a million dollars, but one random person out of the 7 billion + people would die if you push it, would you do it?

5. If you found a genie’s lamp, what would your 3 wishes be?

6. What is something about your physical appearance that you love?

7. What’s the worst injury you’ve had?

8. If you could live in the universe of any fandom, which one would you live in?

9. If you could meet yourself from any alternate universe (without knowing anything about the society they come from) would you do it?

10. What is your personal DnD character alignment (ie. lawful good, chaotic neutral, ect.)?

11. If you didn’t have the biological need for sleep, what would you do with the extra hours in your day?

Tagging: @alipiee @mygeekcorner @rollertoasteroflife @burglethyturts @rubynovare @dreamsinteacups if y’all feel so inclinced, and of course, anyone else who wants to! (I would tag more but im shy and awkward so please do feel free!)