#mimiiiiii<3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

guiltyasdave · 7 months ago

Text

mimiiiiii thank you so so much! 😭🤍

i’m so glad that you liked it. that was the part that i was most worried about, so this makes me very very happy <3

thank you for always being so kind and supportive!

delicate

pairing: modern!Oberyn Martell x f!reader

word count: ~3.9k

summary: You meet a mysterious man at a club. He's just as attracted to you as you are to him.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), alcohol consumption, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, very soft dom!Oberyn, protected p in v (who am I), dirty talk, fingering, anal play (m receiving), a hint of angst, romance because I can't help myself

a/n: written for @dancingtotuyo’s on repeat drabble challenge, based on the song delicate by taylor swift. this is honestly just feral, i have nothing to say for myself.

dividers as always by @saradika-graphics <3

find my full masterlist here and follow @janaispunknotifs for fic updates!

Lights are flashing, colors dancing over the exposed skin of your arms and shoulders; the bass is pumping, making your whole body feel like it’s vibrating from within. You’re clinging to your friend, your arms intertwined as you navigate your way through the crowd of people to the bar.

You first see him as you’re gulping down your drink, welcoming the cool liquid in your parched throat. Your eyes are observing the crowd, flying over him and then flickering back to take a second glance.

He’s gorgeous, his dark hair a mess, a beard framing his face, his skin shining under the lights. He’s wearing a shirt that flows around his body, threads of gold weaving through the fabric and reflecting the dancing lights. It’s almost entirely undone, giving you a generous look at the expanse of his toned chest, at the sun-kissed skin that you feel a sudden urge to run your fingers over. A massive gold chain with a lock hangs around his neck, an accessory that you’re convinced would look absolutely ridiculous on anyone else. But on him, it somehow only accentuates the strong cords of muscle that ripple under his skin in a way that makes you want to lick your lips.

He moves with a confident ease, his body in tune with the stomping beats, his whole being exuding an almost cocky self-assuredness. You keep drinking him in, fascinated in a way that you can barely understand. You realize that you’ve been staring when your friend follows your line of sight and you hear her quiet gasp beside you.

“Haven’t seen that one around before,” her voice floats into your ear over the music and you shake your head in silent agreement. You’d definitely remember if you did.

You both watch him move with the body of a woman next to him, watch him bend down to whisper something into her ear, watch the way his lips curl into a smug grin as she grinds against him in reaction to his words.

“Too late, I guess,” you laugh, downing the rest of your drink and tearing your eyes away.

The two of you head back into the crowd, swaying your bodies to the beat. You try to get lost in the feeling of it, but your eyes keep searching for him, hungrily grasping at the glimpses of him that you can spot. Eventually, you watch the retreating backs of both of him and the woman head toward the exit, their bodies closely intertwined. Like you said, you try to shrug it off, too late. It’s not a big deal, there’s more than enough other guys around you.

But you don’t go home with any of those guys, none of them able to catch your interest the way he did, and when you lie in bed in the early morning hours, your head pleasantly buzzing with the remaining alcohol in your bloodstream, you still see him behind your eyelids.

A few weeks go by and while you hope to catch him every time that you’re out, there’s no trace of him. It isn’t until your friend’s birthday celebration, a tradition that the two of you have kept up for years, that you see him again.

Again, you’re leaning against the bar, your eyes aimlessly drifting over the dancefloor while you’re sipping on your drink, when you spot him. He’s wearing another colorful shirt, his chest almost entirely on display, and he’s shamelessly grinding against another young man as they’re both moving to the beat. You can’t tear your eyes away, apparently staring so intently that he catches you and throws you a wink across the room.

You feel heat rising in your cheeks and almost turn away, but he’s already on his way, moving towards you with a cat-like grace, effortlessly weaving through the crowd of moving bodies.

“Hey,” he says, leaning into you so close that his breath fans hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your neck. “Saw something you like?”

You grin at him over the rim of your cup, biting your lip and nodding. He mirrors your grin, an almost predatory glint in his eyes. He’s even more gorgeous up close, a light sheen of sweat on his face and his eyes a smoldering brown, his dark hair a mess with strands sticking to his forehead. You take in his toned chest, his broad shoulders and you desperately want to touch your hands to his golden skin. A foreign accent is lacing his words in the most delicious way, only adding to the pull that you feel towards him.

“Let me buy you another drink,” he purrs and you accept, thanking him and offering him your name. You relish in the way you have to lean into him so that he can hear you, greedily soaking in his scent and his body heat that make your mouth water.

His name is Oberyn, you learn, a name that sounds foreign on your tongue and you could swear that a quiet growl rises up his throat when you repeat it back to him.

You’d love to spend your evening dancing with him, pressing your body against his, find out if moving with him feels as good as it looks from the outside. But it’s your friend’s birthday, and you’re gonna stick together, dance the night away with each other and no one else, the way you do every year.

He shrugs it off when you tell him as much, an unbothered grin on his face as he promises you another time then. His hand wraps around your wrist, the warmth of it sinking into your skin as he pulls your arm out towards him, a black marker suddenly in his other hand.

“What are you–” you begin to ask, but your voice dies at the sight of him pulling the cap off with his teeth, something that really shouldn’t affect you this much.

He bends over your arm and it takes your hazy mind a moment to register that he’s writing numbers onto your skin. You’re getting lost in the feeling of his hand on you, even in such an innocent place, and your thoughts are already jumping to fantasies of how it would feel trailing up your arm and over your body.

“There,” his voice floats into your ear and you almost jump. The smug look on his face leaves no doubt that he knows exactly what kind of effect he has on you. He leans in close again, so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. Your mouth feels dry.

You look down at your arm, now adorned with digits in black ink. A phone number.

“Give me a call,” he smirks, and leans in even closer, until his lips move against the shell of your ear and a shudder runs down your back at the sensation. “Just think of the fun things we could do.” He throws you another wink and slides away from you, back into the crowd.

You text him the next day, worried if it’s too soon, if it makes you seem desperate. Then again, you have to admit to yourself, you are desperate. Desperate to hear his voice again, desperate to feel his hands on you again. Texting him is less awkward than you had hoped, his demeanor putting you at ease almost immediately. You catch yourself smiling at the screen, already down bad for this man.

You’re in bed, struggling to calm down enough to sleep when your phone’s screen lights up the darkness of your bedroom from where it’s lying on your nightstand.

He’s asking you to meet him in a dive bar, right now, if you want to. You’re reluctant at first, once again worried to appear too eager, but the almost magnetic pull that you feel towards him eventually leads you out of your apartment and to the address he sent you.

He’s waiting for you in the back, just like he told you. Wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt, the fabric stretching around his broad chest in a way that makes it hard not to stare, dressed much more casually than you’ve come to know from him. It doesn’t take away from his persona one bit, he’s still exuding that energy that seems to let him command every room he’s in, that makes it so hard for you to resist him.

He buys you a drink and pulls you into a corner booth with him. Talking to him is easy, he’s an attentive listener and his quick remarks make you laugh, leaning into him when you do. You learn that he’s not from around here, that he flew in to visit friends but that he’s thinking about moving here permanently. It almost scares you, how giddy that prospect makes you, the idea of having the chance to keep seeing him. His arm finds its way around your shoulders eventually, his fingers drawing shapes over your skin. The innocent contact makes you feel like a teenager, suddenly sixteen again.

He walks you home later, his arm still wrapped around you, pulling you into his side. It feels good, a sense of safety and intimacy that you feel yourself getting lost in. You had thought that he was hot, that he would be a fun hookup, but as the minutes tick on, you realize how much you already like him. How much you want this feeling to last.

It feels so natural, turning around to face him when you reach your building, both of you leaning in simultaneously until your lips meet, like it’s the only possible way for this evening to end. You think that it is.

Kissing him feels even better than you had envisioned in your mind, and you melt against him, one hand braced against his chest while the other comes up to pull at the hair in the nape of his neck, needing him closer, not ready to let him go. He’s cupping your face in both hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks, and you feel him smile against your lips. You lick into his mouth, revel in the groan that rumbles deep in his chest.

You don’t let go of him, holding onto his hand when you pull him up the stairs, soak in the feeling of him pressed against your body when you unlock your apartment door, let him connect his lips with yours again when he walks you backwards down your hallway.

Everything about him feels so right, so safe and yet like the most exciting experience you’ve ever had. You breathe him in, ecstatic with the sensation of his broad form against you, with the way you feel his muscles move under your fingers where you’re grabbing at his shoulders.

He lets you lead him into your bedroom, his hands still all over you. You push him down to sit on the edge of your bed and he follows your lead, sinking down on the mattress with an easy grin on his face, regarding you with hooded eyes. He wraps his hands around your waist as you’re standing in front of him and he pulls you closer. His fingers find their way below the hem of your skirt, dancing over the supple skin of your thighs, slowly inching up higher.

You whine, already squirming under his touch, and his grin widens.

“So soft,” he coos up at you, tightening his grip on your thighs and moving you to straddle him, your legs already spread wide to accommodate the thickness of his thighs beneath you. One hand comes up to cradle your face again, his thumb nudging at your lips and you flick your tongue against the digit, making him chuckle.

“And so pretty,” he continues, leaning in to connect your lips once more. You want to melt into him, let him consume every fiber of your being.

Your hands tug at his t-shirt, pulling it up, desperate to satisfy the need to be closer to him, to feel his bare skin against yours. He helps you, lifting the fabric over his head. You’ve seen most of his chest before, but not like this, not revealed just for you, in the dim light of your bedroom, yours to look at, yours to touch. He somehow seems even broader without clothes on and you’re almost transfixed by the thick cords of muscle of his arms and shoulders that are on display for you now.

He chuckles again, placing another kiss at the corner of your lips.

“You alright, princess?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, feeling breathless, overwhelmed with how much you want him.

His hands splay over your thighs, fingertips dipping beneath your skirt again, slowly, teasingly skating higher.

“Take this off for me.” It’s phrased like an order, but it’s still so soft, not leaving a doubt in your mind that you could say no if you wanted to. But you don’t. You want him to see you, want to feel his eyes on you, want to have this hungry look that’s trained on your face burning all over your body.

He groans when you obey, a deep, rumbling sound that goes straight to your core and you know that he feels your thighs clenching on top of his. His mouth is on your bare skin within seconds, kissing and sucking, his tongue moving against you like he’s going to devour you.

You arch against him with a whine when he circles your nipple, first with his fingers and then with his tongue before sucking the sensitive bud between his lips. It’s all encompassing, the wetness of his mouth, the strong grip of his hands, the heat of his chest seeping into your skin where you’re pressing yourself against him.

“Please, Oberyn,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re asking for, just knowing that you need more. His responding moan sends vibrations from his mouth straight through you, before his fingers dig into your waist and he flips you over, until your back is resting on your sheets and he’s hovering over you, your thighs still spread wide around him.

The image alone is enough to send another wave of arousal through you, the way he looks just as wrecked as you feel. His large hands spread your thighs wider as he leans back, his eyes trained on your panties, where you know the fabric must be soaked already.

“So pretty,” he mumbles again, more to himself than to you. His eyes fly back up to meet yours, almost black, his pupils blown wide. “Can I take these off?” He dips a finger under the lace covering your hip, pulling it away and letting it snap against your skin.

“Please.” You don’t care how desperate you sound, not when he looks up at you with the most sinful smirk on his face. His hands grasp the fabric and you lift your hips to help him pull it down, but his smirk widens as he tears the lace in half, ripping the shreds off of your body.

“Fuck,” you whine, not a single thought wasted on the fact that those were some of your favorite panties, every part of you focused on how badly you want his hands all over you.

His eyes stay focused on your expression, eagerly drinking in your every reaction as his fingers dip between your legs, so close to where you so desperately need him. He groans when he feels the wetness seeping from your folds, swirling his digits through it before reaching your clit. He’s ghosting over the sensitive nub with barely any pressure, but it’s enough to elicit a moan from you, your hips canting up to follow his touch. You’re distantly aware of the pleas that are falling from your lips, giving way to a loud whine when he finally sinks two thick fingers into your heat.

He thrusts into you, curling them just right, and his name tumbles out of your mouth again, laced with pure need. You watch in fascination when he sucks his slick-coated fingers into his mouth, eyes still trained on your face, a rumble forming in his chest at the taste.

“Tastes so sweet, princess.”

Your thighs fall open wider, shamelessly offering yourself to him, to his eyes, his hands. You reach out, grabbing at his waist, the need to feel all of him nearly overwhelming. His fingers intertwine with yours, pulling your hands away from his body. He lifts them up to his mouth and presses soft kisses against your knuckles, a whisper of patience on his lips before he lets go of you and rises up to rid himself of his jeans.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him, a needy sigh escaping you when you think about feeling him inside you, about the way he’s gonna stretch your walls. You sit up, eagerly reaching for him again. Your fingers wrap around his cock, mesmerized by his girth, and he hisses when you move your hand over his length.

You hear the crinkle of plastic and then his hand is on yours, gently tugging it away, much too soon for your liking. You watch as he puts the condom on with practiced ease, the sight of his own hands on his cock enough to send another wave of arousal through you.

He’s back on you before you know it, sliding in between your spread legs, his large hands splayed over your upper thighs, pushing them further apart. His eyes are trained on your weeping pussy, a hungry darkness in them. You whine when he rubs his cock through your wetness before tapping against your clit.

“You want this?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Please, Oberyn.” Your desperate plea breaks off into a filthy moan when he sheathes himself inside of you, breaching your tight walls with the most delicious sting, and you feel your eyes rolling back into your head.

Pleasure grows inside of you as he starts to move, slamming into your pussy in a forceful rhythm. You feel so full of him, the sensation almost overwhelming as he hits the perfect spot over and over. The wave inside of you crests so suddenly that you barely realize what’s happening, the need that you’ve felt brewing all evening finally reaching its peak.

You gasp his name, nails pressing into his shoulders as he fucks you through it, until you’re a trembling mess beneath him. He slows, moving in and out of you with shallow thrusts, his lips on yours once more.

You stay like that for a moment, arms wrapped around him, holding him close while you bask in the bliss that you’ve just experienced. But his continuous movements have the hunger for more growing inside of you once more. You meet his thrusts with your hips, needy to feel him deeper again. He props himself up, and it’s sinful how good he looks, his face glowing, a sheen of sweat on his skin.

You suck one of your fingers into your mouth, eyes wide and holding his gaze, feigning innocence. He watches you, a curious glint in his eyes, as you trail your hands from his shoulders down his back until you reach his ass and pull him further into you, fingernails digging into his flesh.

You let your saliva-covered finger reach further, gently massaging the puckered ring of muscle and he gasps, thrusting into you with so much force that it jostles your whole body and you cry out, the sensation of him so deep inside you a heady mix of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck,” he grits between his teeth as you keep up your ministrations, delighted to have this effect on him. “Fuck, princess, just like that…”

You bite your lip, grinning up at him. “Do the girls back home touch you like I do?”

He breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, his movements never faltering as he gathers your wrists in his hands and pins them down on the mattress beside your head.

“No. And you’re gonna make me come if you keep this up, but I’m not finished with you yet,” he purrs, leaning down and sucking bruising kisses into the soft skin of your throat, the scratch of his beard only adding to the sensation. You free one of your hands from his grip to tug at his hair, your fingers burrowing in the soft strands at his neck and scratching against his scalp.

“You can give me one more, can’t you?” His voice in your ear makes you shiver and you nod, a breathless please on your lips.

“Good girl.” His kiss is soft against your cheek before he pulls away, his thrusts speeding up, as he grabs your hips, holding them up, giving you no choice but to take him. “Touch yourself,” he demands, the tendons in his neck straining with exertion.

Your fingers are on your clit within moments, rubbing against it, slick with your arousal. The coil inside you tightens again, desperate for release once more.

“Give it to me princess, come on.” His voice sounds wrecked, and it’s the thing that makes you leap over the edge a second time, stars exploding behind your eyelids as you pulse around him, pure pleasure soaring through you.

He comes to a stuttering halt, hips pressed flush against yours, and his groans are almost enough to make you want to come again. He falls forward, forehead pressed against yours, and you share a lazy smile.

You think that he really is the most beautiful person that you’ve ever met.

You fell asleep curled against him, your head resting on his chest and soaking up his warmth, with his arm around your shoulder, but when you blink awake to soft morning light falling through your curtains, you are alone. You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. You’ve seen him at the club, he’s probably in a different bed almost every night, you shouldn’t be surprised that he snuck out of yours in the morning. And you sure as hell shouldn’t be disappointed.

You get up with a sigh, pulling a t-shirt over your head and padding down the hall to the kitchen. You come to an abrupt halt in the doorway, met with a sight that you hadn’t expected. He’s standing in front of your open fridge, the expanse of his back bare and turned towards you. There’s a swoop of excitement in your stomach.

You exhale loudly and he turns towards you, an easy smile on his lips. “Good morning.” His voice sounds raspier, still thick with sleep.

“Hey,” you say, returning his smile. He closes the distance between you and cups your face, the sensation of his thumb against your cheek already a familiar one. His lips find yours and you get lost in the feeling of it, in the fantasy of this being your every morning, in pretending that he’s yours.

When he pulls away, the words are out of your mouth before your mind is able to catch up.

“I think I really like you.”

You want to bite your tongue immediately, to take them back. Too early, the voice in your head screams. Your eyes widen as you search for something else to say, but he doesn’t waver, still regarding you with that relaxed smile on his handsome face.

“Is– is it okay that I said that?”

He hums, his large hand still on your cheek.

“I think I really like you too.”

as always, if you enjoyed this, please consider putting a smile on my face by reblogging, commenting or sending in an ask <3 thank you for reading!

#comment reblog #oberyn martell x reader #fic: delicate #q

1K notes · View notes

fearresurrected · 5 years ago

Note

All of the asks for Lance, Clyde and Trouble

jaci I sf2g. I’m putting this under a cut because it was 18 fukin pages. just zoom in by like 10% because idk how to change my tumblr theme to increase the font size without redoing the whole thing.

1. What do they smell like?

Lance - sweat and dirt. prob some b/o in there too lmao.

Clyde - fancy cologne and vaguely of cigarettes. maybe a little booze in there too.

Trouble - a very light musk smell. not a gross musky smell, just natural ppl smell.

2. What is their voice like?

Lance - kind of a medium to deep voice, slightly gravelly.

Clyde - very smooth and dulcet. could listen to him talk for hours.

Trouble - deep, almost kind of rumbly. you can feel it in your chest when he speaks.

3. What is their biggest motivator?

Lance - survival

Clyde - power

Trouble - answers

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

Lance - getting caught with his pants down. literally. sat down for a #2 and someone came across him and stole all his stuff rip.

Clyde - he considers most of his childhood an embarrassment. eating from dumpsters, sleeping in boxes, etc.

Trouble - he doesn’t really feel shame? he always feels justified in his actions.

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

Lance - pretends it doesn’t hurt. OR is over dramatic and wants sympathy.

Clyde - gets angry, pays it back in double.

Trouble - ignores it.

6. What do they like to wear?

Lance - durable clothing. also no shirt.

Clyde - tailored suits

Trouble - custom armor

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

Lance - mimiiiiii ❤❤❤❤

Clyde - hak, bruna is prob a close second tho.

Trouble - halo, though he wouldn’t know it.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

Lance - omg he’s eaten so much weird shit. mystery canned foods, squirrel, anything tbh.

Clyde - he’s had weird fancy shit like kalamari, escargot, etc.

Trouble - angels don’t need to eat when they’re in heaven so anything he ate would be considered “weird” lmao.

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

Lance - ugly sleep. legs splayed out, snoring, possibly drooling. major bed hog.

Clyde - silk sheets, four-post lush bed, gets plenty of beauty sleep. also he has a modified headboard for his horns lol.

Trouble - angels don’t need sleep in heaven….rip. idk if he’d even know what to do lmao.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

Lance - anything fresh like fruits/veggies or “normal” meats like beef or pork

Clyde - rib-eye steak. the more expensive the better.

Trouble - he doesn’t like food loool.

11. What do they feel most insecure about?

Lance - what he’s supposed to do with his life. his main focus has always been survival and he expected to die before getting too old to defend himself, but once he gets a family he has to think about more than just his own survival. he doesn’t know how to switching from surviving to living,

Clyde - failure. he wants to separate himself from his past but it’s always there lurking in the shadows. the idea of returning to the gutter haunts him, but it also fuels him.

Trouble - whether or not he’s doing the right thing.

12. How do they like to dress?

Lance - he wears whatever is useful ((lots of pockets, easy to move in, durable)).

Clyde - dresses to the nines all the time.

Trouble - armor. when not in his heavy armor he’s in whatever he can wear under his armor.

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

Lance - self destructive

Clyde - outwardly destructive

Trouble - he hasn’t really experienced it. he’s very self righteous so guilt is very rare.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Lance - he kinda expects it tbh. he knows it’s mostly a fend-for-yourself world.

Clyde - murder lmao.

Trouble - if someone betrays him he considers it blasphemy as he directly serves the will of god, and will react accordingly. ((smiting. he smites.))

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Lance - living as long as he has.

Clyde - going from a homeless orphan to a mafia boss .

Trouble - he doesn’t really feel like he’s achieved anything, he simply serves.

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

Lance - complains a lot. takes any opportunity to sneak in a nap.

Clyde - short fuse, zero patience.

Trouble - confused and frustrated because he doesn’t know what it is to be tired lmao

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

Lance - he’s an oversharer when drunk. takes a while to get drunk off low alcohol content but he doesn’t have much built up tolerance to high content.

Clyde - horny? hmao. it does take a while for him to get drunk tho, he has a high tolerance to any kind of booze.

Trouble - he does not partake in spirits.

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

Lance - he mostly only hears live stuff so anything acoustic. a good banjo is fun.

Clyde - anything as far away from club music as possible. or lounge music. he has been overexposed to both rip.

Trouble - he likes listening to hymns when he wants to relax.

19. Are they right or left handed?

Lance - ambidextrous ((stronger in his right hand))

Clyde - right handed

Trouble - right handed

20. Fears?

Lance - losing mimi ))));

Clyde - betrayal from a high-level/trusted person

Trouble - losing connection with god

21. Favorite kind of weather?

Lance - warm days. not blistering hot but sunny with a warm breeze.

Clyde - he has a love-hate relationship with rain. he hated it growing up because he had no escape from it, but now it’s a reminder of how far he’s come.

Trouble - he’s impartial.

22. Favorite color?

Lance - green //coughmimi’seyescough

Clyde - red

Trouble - gold

23. Do they collect anything?

Lance - scars? lmao.

Clyde - body counts? lmaooo. no he likes collecting fancy liquors from foreign countries.

Trouble - not really.

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

Lance - hot he wants to show off his bod ;)))

Clyde - he doesn’t have a big preference but he does like cold weather.

Trouble - he’s impartial.

25. What is their eye color?

Lance - hazel

Clyde - yellow

Trouble - gold

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

Lance - human

Clyde - demon? fallen angel? idk.

Trouble - angel

27. Hair color?

Lance - brown

Clyde - black

Trouble - black

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

Lance - sure. he’s alive and ((mostly)) healthy so he’s chill.

Clyde - he’s comfortable but always striving for more.

Trouble - not really? lmao. he’s in a state of personal upheaval, challenging everything he’s ever believed in.

29. Are they a morning person?

Lance - can be.

Clyde - ye

Trouble - doesn’t sleep so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

30. Sunrise or sunset?

Lance - rise

Clyde - set

Trouble - both

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

Lance - messyyyy.

Clyde - organized, tho he has other ppl to maintain it lol.

Trouble - organized.

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Lance - idk he’s pretty laid back. I guess ppl leaving things empty but it not being obvious?? idk how to explain. if he saw a jar of food that looked full but when he picked it up it was empty. like, can’t ppl just turn it over or crush it or something so others don’t get their hopes up smh.

Clyde - gossip.

Trouble - he doesn’t rlly pay attention to anything trivial enough to be a pet peeve.

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

Lance - nah he’s lost so much stuff he’s learned not to attach personal significance to anything.

Clyde - he would never let anyone find out but hak kept one of his wing feathers after he had them removed because they were so badly mutilated by a rival gang leader. clyde keeps it hidden away.

Trouble - not really.

34. Least favorite food?

Lance - he’s pretty much a garbage disposal, he eats almost anything. but he doesn’t like dark greens.

Clyde - he’s not a fan of sweets tbh.

Trouble - he doesn’t like food lol.

35. Least favorite color?

Lance - dark purple

Clyde - orange

Trouble - pink

36. Least favorite smell?

Lance - skunk

Clyde - maple

Trouble - sulfur

37. When was the last time they cried?

Lance - probably the last time mimi scolded him. )):

Clyde - when he was a kid most likely.

Trouble - the last time he sat down and really contemplated what happened with his connection to his father.

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

Lance - mimi

Clyde - hak maybe

Trouble - nah

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? [[these rlly deserve attention on their own so I’ll put a real quick summary and if anyone is curious they can ask about them]]

Lance - lance’s giant scar on his face/neck that was the result of an explosion oof.

Clyde - was tortured and his wings were mutilated beyond recovery.

Trouble - haven’t written it yet but eventually his story ends in him dying after a battle soooo. rip. ):

40. Do they have any scars?

Lance - tons. a rlly prominent one on the right side of his face/neck.

Clyde - a few here and there but he doesn’t remember what caused them. two large ones on his back from where his wings were removed.

Trouble - nah he heals.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

Lance - yeah he prob has ptsd or something but there aren’t exactly therapists to go see. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Clyde - he has a bit of a narcissistic personality.

Trouble - …abandonment issues? lol.

42. Do they have any bad habits?

Lance - he flirts a lot

Clyde - smoking :/

Trouble - believing he’s always right? everyone else would find it annoying at least lol.

43. Why might someone dislike them?

Lance - he’s so gd cocky.

Clyde - well he is a criminal lmao.

Trouble - I meeeean he did attack one of his own and start a revolution to infiltrate the throne of god soooo.

44. Why might someone love them?

Lance - idk ask mimi? lol. no but he has a good heart. :3c

Clyde - he has power and stability, he’s decisive and strong willed. also he’s hot so. ;)))

Trouble - he’s loyal, determined, and wants righteousness to prevail.

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

Lance - nah

Clyde - I mean it’s possible they exist considering there are demons and mermaids and all that.

Trouble - he knows they exist, but only temporarily.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

Lance - mimiiii. and cocoaaaaa.

Clyde - hak. he also thinks he could trust bruna but also doesn’t want her to risk anything for him.

Trouble - god

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

Lance - mimi. and malikae tbh.

Clyde - brunaaaaa

Trouble - nah

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

Lance - MIMI. they’re dating but idk if they’d ever get married? I mean in their main universe it’s kind of an outdated practice.

Clyde - idk if he’d admit to “dating” bruna, but he definitely considers it a thing lmao.

Trouble - nah

49. Do they like surprises?

Lance - hell yeah.

Clyde - doesn’t really care..

Trouble - not in the slightest.

50. When is their birthday?

Lance - he doesn’t know tbh. his mom was too far gone to really know when it happened and his abuela was off scavenging at the time. he knows it was sometime in the spring tho.

Clyde - october 30

Trouble - idk man it was 3000+ years ago no one kept track

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

Lance - he doesn’t ));

Clyde - he usually keeps his schedule clear that day and spends some time with hak.

Trouble - he doesn’t.

52. Do they have any family?

Lance - his previous family was his mom and abuela. his mom died when he was still a kid and he was separated from his abuela some time later. his current family is mimi and cocoa.

Clyde - he considers hak family. eventually he’d consider bruna something like. ;))

Trouble - all the angels are his family.

53. Are they close to their family?

Lance - ye

Clyde - they’re the only people he is close to.

Trouble - very much so.

54. What is their MBTI type?

Lance - esfp

Clyde - istj

Trouble - entj

55. What is their zodiac sign?

Lance - unknown

Clyde - scorpio

Trouble - unknown

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

Lance - hufflepuff or gryffindor

Clyde - slytherin

Trouble - gryffindor

57. What D&D alignment are they?

Lance - true neutral or chaotic good

Clyde - chaotic neutral to lawful evil

Trouble - lawful good

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

Lance - he relives the event when he was separated from his abuela. he also has nightmares about being eaten by the abominations.

Clyde - sometimes. he doesn’t really remember them though, just wakes up flustered.

Trouble - nope.

59. What are their views on death?

Lance - it’s always been a part of his life. as much as he fights it it’s not because he’s afraid, it’s because he’s defiant.

Clyde - he sees death day in and day out. he’s killed enough people and seen people he knows die that he doesn’t fear it. it’s just business.

Trouble - it is part of the cycle of life. without death there could be no living.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

Lance - someone beefing it lmao. honestly it doesn’t take much to make him laugh, he can find humor in almost anything.

Clyde - getting the upper hand on a rival.

Trouble - he’s not much of a laugher….

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

Lance - complain he’s bored lmao. uhhh he’d do anything rlly. go for a walk, throw rocks, fiddle with his bat whatever.

Clyde - find someone to entertain him.

Trouble - he doesn’t have time to be bored. he devotes every moment of his life to serving his father.

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

Lance - yes and no. shelter is nice when he needs it, but he doesn’t like being cooped up.

Clyde - not really. the city is polluted and chaotic. he’d rather be somewhere he has control.

Trouble - outside of heaven? no. outside as in out of his homestead? sure.

63. Do they have an accent?

Lance - nah

Clyde - y’know I never really thought about it, but someone commented on the webcomic that they heard his lines being spoken with “a very soft southern accent” and I could get behind that.

Trouble - I don’t think so? he speaks so rarely idk if anyone would be able to pick up on it lmao.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

Lance - “this is a trap. but also….cake.”

Clyde - uninterested.

Trouble - uninterested, verging on disgust.

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

Lance - he’d make mimi leave. distract her with something and go to his doom all alone. ;________;

Clyde - take as many people down with him as he could.

Trouble - he’d accept it as his father’s will and say “I’m ready.”

66. How do they feel about sex?

Lance - ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) no rlly he’s open about enjoying it. he’s happy in his polyamourous relationship and would never cheat on his partners. it can be a physical release or a way to be intimate with someone he cares for, just depends on the circumstance.

Clyde - he’s pretty casual about it tbh. he doesn’t need to be in a relationship and he’s pretty open about sleeping around/letting his “partner” sleep with whoever she wants. it’s just physical to him.

Trouble - for him sex is something you earn. he is only intimate with someone he is deeply connected to.

67. What is their sexuality?

Lance - bisexual

Clyde - heterosexual

Trouble - demisexual

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

Lance - nah

Clyde - nope

Trouble - nu-uh

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

Lance - rotting flesh

Clyde - begging

Trouble - sin

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

Lance - the merc

Clyde - the cold mafia boss.

Trouble - the “hero of their own story” villain

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

Lance - somewhat? at least more so than hurting them.

Clyde - nah

Trouble - he doesn’t get joy out of it but feels it’s his duty.

72. Are they allergic to anything?

Lance - nothing he’s noticed.

Clyde - does poison count? lmao.

Trouble - nah.

73. Do they have a pet?

Lance - he sort of has joint custody of cocoa I guess. only when mimi is busy tho.

Clyde - he’d prob have some sort of exotic pet tbh. black leopard or something.

Trouble - nah.

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they lose their temper?

Lance - no, he’s pretty laid back. when he does lose his temper it’s quick, and he recovers pretty fast.

Clyde - depends on the circumstance. it takes a bit to get under his skin but once there he’s like a firestorm, burning everything in his wake.

Trouble - his anger is saved pretty much solely for sin and demonkind. even then he doesn’t really have a “temper,” it’s just an inherent hatred for them and anything they do.

75. How patient are they?

Lance - not very rip. his attention span is…easily disrupted lmao.

Clyde - he has a good amount of patience for things he’s working on. for anything he doesn’t deem worth his time he has 0 patience.

Trouble - I mean. he waited like 1000 years before making a move lmao. so he’s pretty patient.

76. Are they good at cooking?

Lance - a bit. mostly just like bbq/grilling,

Clyde - nah he has ppl cook for him.

Trouble - doesn’t eat.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

Lance - calling someone a dick lmao. and yes he does insult ppl, both intentionally and unintentionally, pretty often.

Clyde - he doesn’t need to insult ppl tbh. but if he did he’d find out what rlly would hurt them. his favorite way to insult someone is to make it as personal as possible.

Trouble - nah.

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

Lance - he glows lmao. he’s chipper and drips optimism. he’s one of those “if I’m in a good mood I’m gonna put everyone else in a good mood too” ppl.

Clyde - he comps drinks at the club on the house, gives out bonuses to gang members, shares the wealth so to speak.

Trouble - idk if he’s ever been really happy? rip.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

Lance - avoids the subject.

Clyde - uses it against them.

Trouble - either doesn’t care or criticizes them for their weakness.

80. Are they trustworthy?

Lance - for the most part. his loyalty is dependent upon the other persons.

Clyde - not really rip.

Trouble - extremely.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

Lance - sometimes? he uses humor to mask what he’s feeling and it’s usually believable.

Clyde - oh definitely. he’s trained himself to bury anything and everything,

Trouble - emotions? what are those? lmao.

82. Do they exercise regularly?

Lance - he kinda has to rip.

Clyde - not as much as he should ((gotten a little complacent in his cushy lifestyle)) but he def keeps himself in shape.

Trouble - ye

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

Lance - 100% would bang his clone.

Clyde - I think occasionally he has a nostalgic feeling of loss over his wings, but otherwise he’s good with his bod.

Trouble - he doesn’t really care about looks tbh.

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

Lance - apparently he has a thing for freckles? mimi and malikae are both covered in them lmao.

Clyde - he likes currrves.

Trouble - he’s not too into physical appearances but does notice the way ppl carry themselves. he tends to gravitate towards a soft or shy manner ((speaking softly, little eye contact, slow, deliberate movements, etc.))

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

Lance - he likes anyone who he can tease. someone who is flustered by his flirtations. but he also loves seeing ppl who can stand up for themselves.

Clyde - he likes spitfires. the more independent and strong willed the better.

Trouble - he likes someone who holds strong to their beliefs but isn’t aggressive about it. someone willing to lend a hand where it’s needed without wanting praise for it. quiet, sensitive, and good natured.

86. Do they like sweet foods?

Lance - sure but not on it’s own. he loves dessert.

Clyde - nah.

Trouble - nope.

87. What is their age?

Lance - about 30, he doesn’t quite remember.

Clyde - 42

Trouble - in his 3000’s

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

Lance - 6’4 // 193 cm

Clyde - 6’3 // 190 cm

Trouble - 6’3 // 190 cm without wings ~ 6’11 // 211 cm with wings

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

Lance - nah

Clyde - nope

Trouble - nu-uh

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

Lance - oh he knows he’s attractive and he loves it lmao.

Clyde - yeah tho he doesn’t really care.

Trouble - not really? he doesn’t care about appearances.

91. What is their sense of humor like?

Lance - he’s the type of person who can make a joke out of anything. no matter how bad the situation he can find a way to lighten the mood.

Clyde - he has a dark sense of humor. he thinks it’s funny when people are terrified of him.

Trouble - he doesn’t have one. :/

92. What mood are they most often in?

Lance - he’s pretty laid back most of the time, slightly leaning towards a good mood.

Clyde - he’s usually pretty hard to read but most people guess he’s in a no-nonsense mood.

Trouble - he’s very stoic. generally he’s pretty neutral.

93. What kinds of things anger them?

Lance - senseless violence, especially against anyone/anything that can’t defend itself.

Clyde - plans going awry, incompetence, disrespect.

Trouble - sin.

94. Outlook on life?

Lance - mixed. he considers himself a realist so he accepts that there is suffering and injustice and he fully expects to die at any moment, but he’s not jaded from it.

Clyde - he’s fully determined to make the world his, to defy or destroy anything that stands in his way. being ruthless is the only way to get what you want.

Trouble - slowly deteriorating. both the world and his resolve.

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

Lance - letting down people who depended on him.

Clyde - losing people he trusted. It’s hard for him to find anyone he trusts so losing one puts him in a tough spot.

Trouble - the silence from god. the worlds are burning and their creator says nothing.

96. What is their greatest weakness?

Lance - caring too much

Clyde - not being able to see past his own ambitions

Trouble - uncertainty

97. What is the greatest strength?

Lance - adaptability

Clyde - perseverance

Trouble - commitment

98. Something that they regret?

Lance - leaving his abuela behind.

Clyde - falling for a rival gang leader’s trap, leading to him nearly dying and getting his wings destroyed.

Trouble - attacking halo, tho it’s not until the end of his storyline that he realizes it.

99. Biggest accomplishment?

Lance - partnering with mimi :)))

Clyde - mafia boss

Trouble - helped defeat lucifer’s army in the angel rebellion.

100. [Create your own!]—-> How do u feel about kaela spending nearly 4 hours doing all these questions?

Lance - would be smug I spent so much time on him.

Clyde - would not give 2 shits.

Trouble - would call it a waste of time.

#lance #clyde #trouble #jaciopara #is2g #this took...so long

8 notes · View notes