#in that way it's a coold idea

[laurasimonsdaughter]

One thing that I've been thinking about for A While is a blood bank created specifically for vampires. Cause like, I have hypothyroidism, which means I can't donate my blood for the normal uses, but I would gladly donate it for vampires, and I imagine there's a lot of people who are more or less in the same camp, so I think that'd be a coold idea for a fantasy world where vampires are integrated into society.

I love that idea!

While you sometimes do see modern stories mention that vampires can also get sick from drinking certain types of blood, I prefer the interpretation that their bodies are unaffected by what would affect a human. They're not alive after all. (I am partial to the concept that blood from someone with anemia is not nutricious enough to sustain them.) And it would be a great way to ensure a steady blood supply for blood dependent people if there were donation campaings specifically geared towards donating for consumption.

If you go for a completely integrated urban fantasy society with a good welfare system up and running, I think there probably wouldn't even need to be a separate blood bank. Blood banks would just have separate divisions. Especially if you factor in that people with demonic heritage may (sometimes) need to consume blood and that it might be very useful in powerful magic. So there would probably be a lot of use for non-transfusable blood.

They'd just need to adjust the labeling on the blood bags a little:

Blood Type

Rh Positive/Negative

Fit for transfusion: YES/NO

Fit for consumption: YES/NO

Fit for occult use: YES/NO

[i-am-my-own-type]

A random rant on gender I guess

I like myself but having boobs is weird. It’s not a big deal and it doesn’t bother me too much but whenever I see my reflection I just always end up thinking “why.” Why do I have them? Boobs are just so weird. They look odd on me. 

I’m not trans or anything but I also don’t really care about gender when it comes to myself. I don’t get why society focuses on it so much. To me I’m simply me. I have a biological sex but that shouldn’t matter unless I’m having an appointment with the doctor.  The world is weird. People often see other people but what they see are their bodies, we treat people diffrently based on what their bodies are like, consider diffrent things to be acceptable. We have diffrent expectations and “roles” for those with certain traits to fill in. 

Through out the years I have changed a lot, I have lived in many diffrent places and met a lot of people. I can tell you that people will treat you very diffrently, not based on who you are but the traits they assign to you. You can control the way people preceive you with how you dress and act, your posture and apperance although that is limited. There are certain things you can’t do anything about and people will judge you for them, an example of this would be race or sexuality. 

Some people will not consider who we are as the labels they have attached to us are all that matter to them. In that way they do not see who we trully are. They close their minds and treat us based on what they preceive us to. 

I am biologically female, people, typically men see me as a sexual object. What I wear doesn’t matter as either way I have a body that is sexualized. I am expected to do certain things that aren’t expected of males because I’m female. this also goes the other way, males are expected to perform certain tasks and to act in a certain way because of their biological sex. 

I won’t shame someone from breaking the norm and if you’re on tumblr I suppose you won’t either but there are people out there who will, people who are so disgusted by seeing those norms being broken even if breaking those norms is harmless. I remember going to church, I was sitting at the back of the car looking out of the window and seeing all the things we passed by. Along the way we passed a small college, the classes were over and the students were all walking home. One of the students could be described as a “man in a dress”, the way that this person presented themselves was that the way they dressed was in a way which people would expect of a “man”, short hair, no make up, sneakers, a backpack and so on except they decided to wear a dress. I can’t tell if they were non binary, trans or just casually breaking gender norms but either way they were doing whatever they wanted. Seeing that placed a smile on my face. While I found that to be great, my mums boyfriend didn’t and he made that very apparent to everyone sitting in that car. I don’t remember what exactly he said but it was along the lines of calling that person “disgusting.” What logic was there behind saying such a thing? That person was just living life, wearing an article of clothing and not doing anything bad. 

This may have went a little of topic but I would just like to make a clarifying point so if anyone ever reads this they won’t get confused. Ok so basically me not liking my boobs isn’t because people sexualize me because of them. I’m not a fan of them in general. Idk what I want but smaller would defenitively be better.

[cosmiclatte28]

White day Cliché  (Jeno x you)

a/n : I rushed this! Sorry if your white day is coming to and end or maybe you just start the day. Anyways this one is for Jeno lovers I know out there @yutahoes @neopalette

Warning : Florist reader au! Winwin is your asistant and of course this is a great lesson for you to know that there are other flowers than red roses to represent love :D

enjoy!!

14 of March, another unofficial special day for the cheesy couple. Not for you, the lonely girl of the batch! Come on, can’t people just keep this special day to themselves? Not that you hate them for having a partner, it’s just annoying for your single soul (okay admit it, you’re jealous) You glare at the author of this story, as if she herself has a special someone to give her the treats she deserves. “Shut up Cosmic, you’re nothing different than me.”

Anyways, what makes you sick and happy about this day is just that your flower shop is selling like crazy! You’re sick for arranging red roses every minute and happy because well the profit for today is big!

“Another red roses,” your assistant Winwin calls out from the cashier. You glance from the working table to see another pile of receipts waiting to be done on the table.

“All red roses?” you sigh and Winwin just gives you a small nod “We’re lucky we prepared a lot of them today.”

You roll your eyes “Didn’t they know there are many more flowers other than roses?” you shudder but continue arranging the flowers.

“I don’t know, what will you want to receive as a girl in white day?” Winwin asks as he leaves the counter when he sees no new customer is here. He takes his gloves and starts helping you.

You smirk “Hmm interesting, let me see.” You say as you grab your scissors and cut the thorns.

There’s seven bouquet to finish and you’re glad you get a hand.

“Let’s see red roses are ideal for love, it represents love and passion, beauty and respect.” You finish one bouquet like Winwin.

“But there are other flowers like, pink hydrangeas! They’re cute and they represent romance too, even better a true feeling.” Your hands already wrap a second bouquet. “Sincere emotions.”

Winwin leaves you for a while with three bouquets done, he called the names and the pretty flowers are on their ways to meet happy receivers!

Winwin returns luckily without a new paper, you’ve been making more than ten today! And you’re getting bored.

“I’ll say some hint of forget me not will be nice.” You pick the knife to cut the thorns out of the stem and prepare the wrapping paper for the bouquet.

“Oh yes, that symbolizes true love! It’s sweet, but not many people know that.” Winwin smiles when he is also thinking of flowers that represent love.

You nod “See, I have something else in mind.”

The other bouquet are smaller, so you finish them faster and Winwin is back with more orders.

“How many men are planning to rob the red roses here?!” you squeal when you see another orders of red roses.

“Do you want me to lie and say we don’t have anymore red roses?” Winwin rolls his eyes but his hands are already making more bouquet like you did.

“One more red roses orders and I am done.” You hufth but continue to work, because money comes first.

“Okay, besides we don’t have much more left. Let’s sell all of it and stop.” He pats your back and  you grin “No, we sell the other flowers at half price!”

The man beside you pops his eyes “What? Why?”

You wrap up another piece “Because WInwin, this is only lunch. People will flood this place before dinner if they’re coming for a special dinner. And I have a good plan to sell these other pretty flowers.”

Winwin just nods and leaves you again to distribute the flowers. After five more arrangements, your red roses are finished, and you begin to make new arrangements.

“We’ll sell this at a lower price, but I’ll write the explanation of each flowers. Come help me.” You pull Winwin to the working space and tell him your plan. He grins and nods happily “Those are great ideas.”

So, in the next one hour both of you begin to arrange different flowers with colorful calm tones and divergent beauties. All different like how every couple has different representation of love.

“This one has Hyacinth as the main flower this is for the couple who adores sincerity and constancy.” You help Winwin put on the sign on each flowers.

“Next, this one has Magnolia, for those who has all enduring love.” You explain when a new customer is walking in to look for a flower to present at dinner.

You’re glad because the idea is fresh and people are loving it, they even ask you if you have flowers for their special lovers. You’re energized to make new arrangements for customized couples and their faces are also brighter as they feel confident meeting their lover and explaining the meaning of each different flowers.

“Wow! That’s a lot of flowers today!” Winwin says when he starts to count the money and you’re still sitting on your working table trying to fix the last flower.

“I am going to go buy us coffee,” Winwin takes some money from the cashier and you let him go “Take me some cookies too!”

Winwin smiles and excitedly leaves, oh damn you know why he’s excited. He’s seeing on the hot barista there and is he bringing a flower? Oh Winwin! Even Winwin has someone to take care of today.

You sigh when you realize you’re single and sad. You busy yourself with cleaning the leaves and thorns before you hear a ring from the door.

“Welcome-“ you pause when you see the man in front of you. “Oh, you!”

The man with a gentle eye smile walks to your side “Long time no see (y/n)! Nice flower shop.” He looks around and you stay quiet. “How did you find me?” you ask, confused about seeing the man here.

“The Instagram is noisy with people saying their white day became more meaningful and special after ordering a flower from you.” He leans into the table between you and him.

“And? What did you want to do here, Jeno?” his name tastes bitter leaving your tongue. The same name you’ve never mentioned for a month. The same man you are trying to forget. “I know that today is White day and I need your help.” He smiles

You are not going to fall for this smile again. He has humiliated you and you’re supposed to not allow him be here again in your life, but here he is.

“What help? I sold all my flowers.” You lie

Jeno chuckles “I saw some flowers there.”  He points to the display fridge and you shake your head “Not for you.”

He grins “Look, about Valentine I am so sorry. I was so surprised.”

You feel tears forming in your eyes “Stop, I don’t care about you and that day.”

“I do care. I feel like a jerk, I am so sorry. I never expected you to send me flowers that day. I was so surprised I did not know what to say or how to act and I accidentally let you down with a silly thing.”

“You told me to go home. You broke my heart and dignity.” You clench your fist.  Come on, don’t cry about this in front of him.

He reaches out for your hand “I picked up your flowers you dropped when I said to go home. It was a coold winter morning (y/n), I couldn’t think straight and I am so worried you’ll fall sick.”

You can no longer hold back the tears, and Jeno takes his chance to pull out his handkerchief and wipes your tears with it.

“I put your love in a vase, every day I smile and got energized from them. I tried my best to not let them wilt, but they wilt…. And I know it’s time for me to man up and see you.”

Your heart aches, but you’re glad you can still meet him and that he actually did not mean to dump you back then in Valentine’s day when you send him some “love”

“Your forget me not, reminds me of you and your true love.” Jeno slowly touches your hand and when you did not pull away, he holds it softly.

“Your gerbera daisy energizes me and cheers me up!”

You chuckle but tears are still running from your eyes. So Jeno did understand your message from the flowers?

“And I will not forget the Lavender roses, for love at first sight.” He pulls you into  a hug when you begin crying again.

“Sorry I wasn’t the fastest guy to notice your love, I only noticed it when you’re missing from my life. So for today, I want to place an order.” He pulls you away and you look at him in confusion.

“I’ll take blue hydrangea for your deep understanding and my apology, then give me some pink hydrangeas to show you my true feelings and romance to you, then pop in some bellflower for my gratitude.”

Jeno catches how your eyes are twinkling wet but you go to work and prepare those flowers.

“Most importantly, don’t forget the forget me not, all arranged in a pretty bouquet with your favourite wrapping paper, the baby blue wrapping and add a note saying “Lee Jeno is waiting for you, (y/n). XOXO Jeno.”” He winks and leaves the counter and you blush there with your tear stained cheek. Oh Jeno and his flirtiness.

You quickly make his arrangement and did exactly what he said, even writing the notes down. Once you’re done you take your apron off and walk to him with the beautiful arrangement full of meaning in your hands.

“Here,” you hand it to him. He reaches out for his wallet but you stop him “May I know who this flower is for?”

Jeno clears his throat and stands up to face you “For the wonderful girl in my life, happy white day! Read the message and the meaning of the flowers.” He winks and you giggle

“Are you planning to ask me for a dinner?” you ask after receiving back the bouquet.

Jeno nods “If you can close this shop earlier.”

You quickly run to fetch your coat and bag when you see Winwin coming from the door. “Winwin will close the shop for me, what about you pay this flower and your apology by asking me for a dinner?” you step up your confidence and Jeno bends to whisper in your ear “I could even offer you more princess.”

You feel chill run down your spine “Dinner it is! Let’s go.” You pull him out of the shop, leaving Winwin with big question mark.

Jeno has his brightest smile on his face, “I am the luckiest guy today. Forgive me for the past… I want a new beginning, will you let me have another chance?”

You smirk “Only if you show me you’ve changed.”

He pockets his hands into his jacket “Challenge accepted!”

“Jeno!” you stop and he turns his heels to face you, you rise and press a quick kiss on his cheek “I forgive you for what you did last Valentine.”

He blushes “Thank you, but I want to make better memories with you, my soon to be lover.”

You feel a garden of flower blooming in your heart, White day is not bad at all!

fin

[danihow]

Golden letters

Soulmate AU

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: In a world where somewhere around your body you have tattoed in silver something related to your soulmate, it can be a number, a name, a phrase, a place, whatever that is related to your soulmate. When soulmates meet under the circumstances of the marks they turn into a golden tone and the special connection is made.

Warnings: Some swearing, attempt of sexual assault.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I saw this somewhere but I can’t remember where, perhaps I’m even mixing AUs but I don’t even care. I’m thinking to go on this soulmate au’s to every character you guys suggest (that I know, obviously hehe).

“What does your tattoo says?” “Can I see it?” “Aw it’s so cute.” “Where is your tattoo?”

Those phrases where always sounding around the halls of the school every first day when people made new friends or when new friends ran out of topics to talk about. But you weren’t like them, you understood that some people didn’t liked to talk about it for personal reasons so you didn’t wanted to be nosy and annoying, you understood because you were like them sometimes. 

You didn’t knew what your tattoo meant, you remember having it since you were little like everyone else; it was placed on your ribs, right upon on your left and last rib, quoting “Spiderman”, as a little girl no one knew what it meant or what it was supposed to be so you didn’t paid too much attention to it, never. At elementary school people used to bully you when they got to know what the tattoo says because let’s be real, Spiderman is kind of a dumb thing, it’s enough if you think about it.

But the whole tattoo turned to be more interesting that you and your parents thought when this local hero appeared, being called just as your tattoo said. And the people that knew about your marks starting almost even stalking you with the idea that the superhero was her soulmate. And since that you stopped showing it to people, anyway not a lot of them asked to see it since it’s placed on a kind of a private place.

You walked through the hall until you finally arrived to your experimental biology class with all your new classmates. You sat on your usual place and slowly the class filled after the bell rang. 

This curly-haired guy with brown eyes sat in the seat behind you, accidentally kicking him, you have seen him in the hallways a couple of times but you didn’t knew his name. You stared at him for as much two seconds before you looked back to the board where the teacher wrote her name.

The class went through as any other first day, the teacher presenting herself to the class and the assigning the pairs for the rest of the semester. 

“Parker with Y/L/N.” She said and you looked around the class searching for the Parker-guy. Then you locked eyes with the guys behind you.

“Do you know who this Parker guy is?” You asked waiting for his answer.

“I’m the Parker guy you are asking for, are you Y/L/N?” He asks and you nod. “Guess we are partners.” He gives you a shy smile and you nod again.

“I’m Y/N.” You said giving him the smile back.

“Peter.” He says, taking the seat next to you and you can look at him better than before. “Nice to meet you.” You spot a little silver mark showing a little from the neck of his shirt, looking like half a letter but is hid quickly when he turns to you. ‘His soulmate mark’ you think and raise your eyes to meet his, feeling something weird tickling on your stomach.

“I can say the same Parker-guy.” You smile after a moment of silently staring at each other, before he says something you both turn to the teacher who started talking about the year you both had ahead.

The class ended and you didn’t had another chance to talk to Peter, you both gathered you stuff together to get to your next class so you didn’t talked much either.

Then the day passed by in its normal pace, you were almost asleep in history class when the last bell rang, indicating that you were finally free of school for the day.

You walked until the exit and started walking to your part-time job at a café, where you stayed in your boredom until the clock pointed at 8 and you were free to go home to your brothers and dad.

The streets were as troubled as they could be but compared to the one’s in New York City this one’s were calm enough.

By the time you reached the last five streets until your building you heard someone calling you from one of the alleys between buildings, you rushed your pace, ignoring the sound of heavy, sloppy and probably drunk footsteps behind you, coming really close and starting to scare the hell out of you.

Then someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you roughly to the alley behind the old bar named “Oliver’s place” that has been standing there as long as your dad could remember. The person that grabbed your hand slammed you back without any care against the wall of the alley and your eyes met with the eyes of a drunk man that walked towards you and grabbing your wrist against the wall, pressing your legs with one if his so you didn’t kicked his noble parts.

You tried to anyway, failing in the attempt. When this repugnant man grabbed your wrists with one hand and with the other he tried to touch you in a gross way, placing his hand on your waist and slowly dragging it down.

Before he could continue someone pulled him from behind and brought him down, almost bringing you with him if it wasn’t for the hand that took you wrist and separated you from the man’s touch. 

You looked at your wrist ,still quite in shock, where the new hand was holding you just to find it covered in some red spandex. “Oh.” You thought, looking up just to find the freaking superhero in front of you. “Oh shit.” You thought out loud by an accident, Spiderguy was infront of you, looking at the men before turning to face you.

“Are you okay?” He asked while under the mask he inspected your face and body searching for any damage. “He didn’t hurt you right? He didn’t do anything?” 

You denied, still looking at him, almost discarding the idea of him being your soulmate since you didn’t felt any of the connection everyone talked about. “He didn’t, thank you.” You said willing to get your wrist free until he made eye contact with you under the mask, you didn’t knew he was staring at you dare in the eye until you felt it. You felt like a warm full filling your chest suddenly, tickling were your mark was and seeing a little gold sparkle shining through the fabric of the suit, right in his collarbone. There were so many feelings running through your stomach, like a motherfucking zoo was doing a marathon in there but it wasn’t overwhelming at all, instead it felt... right, it felt like a weight less on your shoulders.

“Y/N, you...” He started, not being able to find the right words since the rush of feeling through his body as well.

Peter didn’t understood his mark very well neither, aunt May always told him that it was a place, the bar, that’s the only thing it could be. ‘Oliver’s, 20.30.’ Every day since he got his powers he started passing every night near 8 since Mr. Stark suggested the numbers being an hour, just as his. 

Both of you couldn’t stop staring at each other eyes, or you at least where you thought his eyes were under the mask. Peter shot a web to the man when he tried to get up, blinding him and sticking him to the floor. 

“Who are you? Why you know me?” You asked without processing your words, you slap yourself mentally after saying them, ‘He’s a superhero, he won’t tell you.’ Yet he proved you wrong.

Going against every coherent and reasonable thought in his mind his hand reached to the mask and pulled it away, revealing his shocked face to you, his potential soulmate. 

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, the Parker-guy was Spiderman, the Parker-guy was, is, your soulmate.

“You... Shit, you are...” 

“Spiderman.” He nods.

“My fucking soulmate?” You ask instead, looking confused and not giving the answer he expected. You separate your hand from his and take the border of your shirt, rising it enough so he could see the words now in a shiny gold lettering.

His hand involuntarily raised and with his covered hand he traced the mark, feeling a shiver run down his spine. “I think I am.” He says, nodding again, now his hand reaching for you. “Mine says ‘Oliver’s place, 20.30.” He mutters, looking back to your eyes as you took your phone out to check the hour.

“20 and 31.” You say, not knowing what to say know. “So...”

“Yeah...” He rubs the back of his neck, he actually never thought what would happen when he met his soulmate. “You sure you’re fine?” He asks again.

“Yeah Parker-guy.” 

“Now you can’t tell-”

“Anyone, I know Mr. Superhero, I’m aware of that.” You smile a bit, making him chuckle under his breath.

“Where do you live? I can get you home faster.” He says giving you a sided smile before putting his mask back on.

“Some streets away, you mean like... Swinging?” You ask doing a weird expression with your hands.

“Yep, swinging.” He nods, and after a few seconds of considering it you nod back. 

“Fine.” You say not noticing he was still grabbing your hand until he let go, feeling the cooldness of it absence. He was about to grab you by your waist but looked at your for approval, making you smile at his antics. “Go ahead, is no big deal.” You say and pass your arms around his shoulders, everything feeling very right in place and comfortable by his side.

“Hold on tight, you’ll guide me.” He warns before starting swinging, you grabbed your backpack against your chest just as Parker-guy swung between the buildings of Queens, this was probably a bad idea and yes the drunk man was left stuck to the wall.

[fipindustries]

The ending of Fip in the big city

if you had been following me and paying close attention you will notice that my blog has a specific tag, #fip in the big city. it is a tag i came up with four years ago when i moved to cordoba to live on my own, borne out of the fact that i had never lived in a big city before, so there were all sorts of weird, coold, new experiences to doccument as i discovered the city as well as life as an adult, looking for a job, making new friends, interacting with the job market, getting into relationships, all that good stuff.

well, that tag is coming to an end for very sad reasons. im moving back with my mom. i couldnt find a job and i can no longer live with my ex.

after four years i just havent been able to find a stable job with a reliable salary, only temp gigs and freelance work online, not enough to rent an apartment and living by myself without support from my parents. for a while it seemed like that wouldnt matter that much because i was living with my girlfriend and she owned her apartment so i didnt have to help with the rent, only with the food and she was glad to put forth a bit more than me money wise. but then, about a year ago we broke up.

now in normal circumstances that would have been the end of it but we both decided to stay as friends and she graciously accpted to house me until i could get my feet back on the ground, and things seemed like they were more or less going in that direction as of march of this year.

but then, well, 2020 happened.

we got stuck with each other, me unable to lok for a job as half of the economy in my country was shut down, unable to leave the apartment and unable to interact with anyone else but each other as resentment, little papercuts, disagreements, frustrations and unpleasantness increased little by little through the months.

so my panic attacks came back and worse and more frequently than before.

let me tell you something about my health, i am very neglectful of it generally, i do try to eat healthy and get some minor excersice by way of taking long walks and try to have a good night sleep every day. but as things in this quarentine degenerated more and more so did my own care of myself and so did the fears of something going wrong. i can put up with a lot, i can be bent in the floor from stomach ache, have my skull split in twain due to headache, and coughing half my body weight in phlegm and mentally i’ll be stable because i know what is happening and i know that it will go away as long as i eat healthy, rest and drink enough water. i can put up with a lot as long as i know what im dealing with.

so you know, first time i start coughing and feeling some aches in my chest i get scared but then im like ok best case scenario itw nothing, just a minor flu, worst case scenario im not in a risk group so i just have to endure for two weeks and it will be gone, if things get really bad i’ll just go to a hospital, im not going to die.

and then it just kept going, and my panic attacks came into the mix and they kept getting worse and worse every week.

one of my biggest fears is asphixiation, the idea of trying to breathe and not being able to scares the crap out of me in a way i cant put into words. worrying that i might start feeling like my breath is not enough and caling  the hospital and the ambulance not getting there before i die kept me awake at night. and this was every night. for three months.

finally my ex had enough and said that this situation was no longer sustainable and that she couldnt put up with it any longer. i agreed with her, even without the fear of disease, living in her apartment had become just too toxic an enviroment for both of us. had it not being for the quarentine making it to move from one city to another extremely difficult i would have moved out months ago.

so that is the situation, and considering the way the world is going, considering the economy in my country and considering my own situation as a person with barely any job experience and trained in jobs that just not on high demand i just dont see myself coming back to the city next year or any other for a long time.

so, basically, im moving back with my mom, i have no idea what the future has in store and it whatever it might be it doesnt look like anything good. hopes are dim, spirits are low.

will be in forced quarentine at a hotel for two weeks before im allowed to go to my house so that’ll be fun. see y’all on the other side.

[wonderwomemes]

So that Vox machina show huh. Quite good. If you have the slightest idea about live action rpgs, i HIGHLY recommend. If not, it's still really coold. It gets gory though in a castlevania way so just to be aware of that if that's a nono for you :)

[cotestuck]

LD: Yep!

LD: I ooverrheat at the drroop oof a hat, soo coold envirroonments arre generrally my frriends.

LD: Hoot sprrings arre usually a little beloow scalding.

LD: Rright oon the thrreahoold oof toooo hoot foorr moost.

LD: Yoou have too ease in and acclimate, and the way muscle tensioon melts is just...

LD: Delicioous~

LD: Doon't woorrrry.

LD: I'm happy too be herre too boounce ideas ooff oof foorr yoourr betterr established frriends. ^v^

LD: Noot goonna lie and say visiting with a new frriend dooesn't soound pootentially awesoome.

LD: That just makes us even~

LD: Hi Carrnix.

LD: Just wanted yoou too knoow that yoourr strreams arre a life saverr.

LD: Blessed catharrsis. ^v^

NK: Oh thanks! Don't get too many messages like this so it's a nice surprise to get.

NK: I'm glad you enjoy them!

NK: I'll do my best to keep them entertaining for you!

[marki-trash-blog]

So like Bing couldn't find his s/o and then Bim goes up to Bing and tells him to come and see this. They lead him to the drive way were all the other egos are standing watching Bings s/o drawing with chalk in the drive way and there clothes and hands are covered in chalk and there face had smears of chalk and there drawing something that represents all the egos. Like a black rose for dark or skateboard for Bing. You get the idea.

Bing would be absolutely awe-struck. He’d feel a bit like a fool for not noticing sooner but he’s instantly be yelling things like “That’s so absolutely heckin’ coold dude!!!” and feel his heart flutter at his s/o’s giggle or blush at the compliment, he’d call all of the other’s over to see and just generally be so incredibly proud and happy and starstruck by their talent and the fact they decided to do this for whatever reason.

[ariadnc]

for a/k: 🔪 Our muses choose and cut their own tree! / 🌁 Our muses play in the snow! / 👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters!

🔪 Our muses choose and cut their own tree!

Christmas, her favorite time of the year. It was just the beginning of the month, and already the palace was filled with cheer. Karina had every pair of hands available making decorations, to be put up when they had the key ingredient–a Christmas tree. The long ride towards where they’d find their tree had been relatively quiet, given Karina had taken the time to rest. She’d made it a point of maintaining that they would both picking out the tree and cutting it down together, rather than sending a couple of guards out to fetch one: Christmas only really felt like Christmas when families did things together, and took the time to bond. Matthias was still too young, but surely by this time next year he’d be able to have some sort of say, unlike his father. Whether her surly husband cared for the holiday or not, at least he’d come with her and was playing along. When they got to the woods, another inevitable disagreement came about over which tree they’d choose–but this time it was Karina who had given in, considering she’d be the one to decorate it as she wished, anyway. The guards standing a few feet away, axe in hand, Karina worked on cutting down her side, while Alexandre worked on the opposite. He made more progress than she did, but nothing felt better than when the tree came tumbling down, and they stood side by side, watching it happen. “Aren’t you glad you can say you cut down a tree on your own?” Karina asked, turning to him as the guards strapped it in and began to pull it down the forest. Alexandre’s less than pleasant response did nothing but elicit a laugh. Karina stepped closer to him, tugging on his hair with a teasing smile. “I’ll make it up to you.”

🌁 Our muses play in the snow!

She could feel the cold through her gloves but she held fast to the snowballs in each of her hands, creeping as slowly as she could despite the crunching sound as she walked. The dignitary Alexandre was talking to had seen her first, and Karina wasted no time in aiming a carefully formed snowball at the back of Alexandre’s head before he could turn around. She erupted into laughter which evolved into a squeal when he,  he picked up snow and threw it at her. She threw her second snowball hitting him in the shoulder, picking up her skirts and running further into the courtyard with him hot on her trail. When she realized she couldn’t possibly outrun him, Karina held her hands up in surrender. “Okay okay you win–” She screamed as he grabbed her about the waist, tumbling them both into the ground. “Coold, cold cold col–get off!” She laughed, as they rolled in the snow, her vision blurry. When they came to a stop and he hovered above, her cheeks were mottled red from her laughter. She stared up at him as the falling snow settled in his curls, their breaths mingling. It was then that he kissed her, enough to warm her all the way down to her toes. Karina caved, letting herself be pulled close until they parted for air, their chests heaving. Grinning, her hand flew to her sides and she grabbed at the snow, throwing a few flecks in his face, while trying to dash out from under him. But Alexandre had another idea, his arms locking around her in a tight grip as he rolled them over once again, Karina’s protests and laughter lost in the winter air.

👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters! (modern au)

Karina came bounding in with a giant box, left outside of their penthouse. “Look at what my aunt sent us!” Karina exclaimed, plopping on the couch beside him and placing the box on the coffee table. She opened it, pulling out two matching white thick sweaters, with little red reindeers all over them. “Oh, these are so cute!” Karina said, holding them up for Alexandre to see. The look on his face made her pause, her smile falling a little. “What’s wrong with it?” She asked, looking at the sweater again. It was adorable in her eyes. She loved Christmas sweaters, everything about the holiday she adored. But her husband didn’t seem to be too convinced. Honestly, she should’ve gotten him a grinch costume and it’d suit him perfectly. “We’re having a Christmas party tonight at her house, she probably wants us to go with them,” Karina said, giving him his sweater. “Put it on. And I don’t want to hear it,” she said, picking up the box and putting it by the door. “If I have to suffer through your intense video gaming nights, and your friends passed out on our couch eating all of our leftovers from Thanksgiving, you can wear one sweater for one day.” And that was that on that.

**Bonus : 🎨 Our muses make christmas crafts - snowflakes, snowmen and more!

“Mine is prettier,” Karina said, casting a glance at Alexandre’s statue across the coffee table. It was looking a lot more elegant than the mess of colors on her own. She’d been so impatient to paint it, she hadn’t thought twice about what she wanted it to look like. Alexandre scoffed, still focused to the detail on his piece. Karina rolled her eyes, her gaze then falling on Matthias, seated in his basket on the couch beside them. Karina flashed him a smile, eliciting a squeal from the little cherub. At six months old, he was already so attune to each of their actions, crawling towards anything and everything that held his interest. She could already tell he would be a handful. “Pass me the red,” Karina said, tilting her chin to the little paint bucket beside Alexandre. When he refused, she frowned. “Pass it to me,” she pressed, before he refused once again. I’m using it. “You are not,” Karina argued, rising from her place and heading over to his side before he took the paint and moved it, protectively. “Give me the paint!” Karina said, running towards him as he stood, holding it above his head and out of her reach. “That is so--you are such a child!” Karina exclaimed, jumping in an effort to reach it as he laughed at her. Look who’s talking, you can’t even reach. Karina narrowed her eyes dangerously, a well planted stomp on his foot lowering the bucket just enough for her to grab it and run. She underestimate him however, all she did was yank it at the same time he did, the paint splattering all over her dress. Karina gasped, assessing the damage and the now ruined fabric. “This. Was. My. Favorite. Dress.” Karina grit, giving him a look that could kill. I’ll buy you a new one. Karina growled, grabbing a paintbrush and chasing him. “Uughh! I hate you Alexandre Garnier! Don’t you run away from me--Come back here!”

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♥ What’s the absolute best experienceyou’ve had in RP?

// Already answered!

♦ What’s your favorite thingabout RP, generally?

// It must be being able to share your ideas really! I have always been alone, I never had anyone to truly RP with me, so everything that I wrote came from me- You could say that I still do this, as seen as my muses always have one verse that is exclusively for development only, it isn’t there for interactions and whatever.

So being able to share your ideas, see people liking them, and people wanting to write with you makes wonders to my self-esteem.

♚ Have you ever made any lastingfriends through RP?

// Many!! Yes indeed! I just wished I was better at keeping in touch, but RP has helped me meet some wonderful people.

⚜ Have you ever met anyone fromRP in real life?

// No unfortnately- or fortnately?? I am from a foreigner country, there are some people that I would love to meet irl though. Maybe one day?? Who knows??

✮ Do you think you’ve improvedas a writer through roleplaying?

// Yes, definetely!!

☄ Has roleplay positivelyaffected your life in some ways?

// Already answered!

☯ Tell us all about yourfavorite muse you’ve ever written and why they meant so much to you.

// Yasuo.

It is my most followed blog at the moment, and the one muse who I have had the most development time with! If that wasn’t enough- I have such a big freedom on what I can write Yasuo in, furthermore he is the one who I had the most fun writing so far! I had a rather easy time getting into his mind, so that is always an A+ on my book.

Despite my Yasuo blog’s past being kinda of troubled.

I got to meet awesome people like @steel-fixes-all, @bloodynumberfour, @fugeoni666, @samurai-spirit amongst so many others, they all deserve love and I am so thankful for meeting them.

☼ Have you learned any newskills from being involved in RP (coding, editing, making GIFs, etc)?

// I guess I got better at editing and making some gifs!

☀ Have you ever joined a new fandom that you onlydiscovered through RP?

// Nope. All of the fandoms that I know and am into, come prior to RPing on tumblr.

♨ What unlikely, ‘only possiblein RP’ ships have you enjoyed writing with your muses?

// -coughs- My ships with @steel-fixes-all / @grumpyrunearchmage @plunderlords-decree / @hanzo-shimada-drgn. And I guess you could say that Jhinsuo as a whole?? so... @bloodynumberfour / @goldenmovement / @thatonejhinguy

❀ What is your favorite thingabout your current fandom or RP community?

// To be honest it is very difficult for me to say one thing right now that I like from this extremely toxic RP fandom. Ranging from the cancerous otherkins, the godmodders, and people who try to shove down your throat their shippings.

I mean guys...You are all losing to the Castlevania fandom, which is kinda of dead lmao, just bless Konami and Netflix.

Eh, I guess that...I like seeing some coold edits promos/icons?? That is it really, anything else can go die in the fire lmao.

✉ Say something nice aboutsomeone you follow!

// @theestrangedwandererr

Hello yes- I know we have only talked to each other a few times. But I would like you to know that I really do love your Yasuo portrayal!!

I also loved talking about our Yasuos! We should definetely do that some other time! I love seeing how different your Yasuo is compared to mine...! And also I am a fan of your current RP with @highnoonkhadajhin !!

You both keep up with the great work there! And I wish you guys the best of luck and hope you two are having fun!