#otp: with a body like yours everything's your color

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clary: ...out of curiosity. what's the password to your tablet?

izzy: *smirks*

izzy: the same as alec's but with "i wanna" in front.

clary: do you know the password to alec's tablet?

izzy: fuck you, clary

clary: hey!

izzy: no, sorry babe, his password is "fuckyouclary"

clary: oh.

clary: no numbers? not very safe.

[terapsina]

A comprehensive list of ALL my favorite WLW ships. PART 1 (because I have more than 10 of them)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

(canon gets a 🍪, clowned myself into thinking it'd be canon gets a 🤡, didn't actually think it'd be canon but adored them anyway gets a 🍑, happy ending gets a 🌺, they destroyed me ending gets a 😿, bummer ending gets a 💔, cancellations are a plague on this planet get a 🪦).

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1. Nyssa and Sara - Arrow - 🍪💔

2. Korra and Asami - Legend of Korra - 🍪🌺

3. Willow and Tara - BtVS - 🍪😿

4. Alex and Maggie - Supergirl - 🍪💔

5. Maddie and Ryn - 🍪💔

6. Izzy and Clary - Shadowhunters - 🍑💔

7. Myka and HG - Warehouse 13 - 🤡💔

8. Daisy and Jemma - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D - 🍑💔

9. Emma and Regina - OUAT - 🤡😿💔

10. Tamsin and Bo - Lost Girl - 🍪💔

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NO THANK YOU | KEVIN ATWATER (CHICAGO PD) — summer prompts

A/N: Look I don’t have any experience with sew-ins but I definitely have a core memory of my dad and I staying up until 1-2am helping my momma cut some of it out of her head that same night she got it done. Then the next day going to my auntie’s house for her to take it all out lol. I thought why not make that the plot for this little thing?

ADDED PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: Your OTP sitting on a balcony or patio on a warm summers evening as the sun sets, sharing dinner and laughs as soft music plays in the background and the soft breeze blows through their hair.

WARNINGS: language, frustrations, and fluff.

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The beeping of FaceTime barely lasted three full rings before the call was connected. Kevin’s face filled the screen but his screen was only met with your shoulder and the backseat of your car. There’s a soft smirk on his plump lips, hands rubbing in excitement prior as he sat in your living room, all stretched out on the couch as he leaned back with his phone in his hands.

Every time you called him first, he couldn’t get rid of the smile on his face. That was up until he picked up on the tone in your voice, which was thick with emotion.

“Babe.”

That got him to sit up immediately, “What’s wrong?”

“Everything went wrong,” you exhale, “She couldn’t match my color right even though I went to that consultation a week ago. She couldn’t instacart the right developer she needed, it’s not cut right, and not laid at the top even with it being a flip-over sew in. I look crazy!”

Kevin nods his head, his mind trying to picture it but still had the patience as he gently said, “Let me see.”

You remained out of frame, almost removing your shoulder from the frame as well, making sure that he couldn’t even see a piece of hair draped over your right shoulder. Your head shakes but it’s not something Kevin could see, yet you not moving into view was enough of an answer.

“Ma, you FaceTimed me just to hide your face?” He questions, tone still soft, “You know I’m not gon’ lie to you. Come on.”

You huffed from the other side, “So you can clown me just like my mom and granny did in the groupchat? No.”

Kevin furrows his brows, thinking it over but knowing your granny Alberta, the woman with a bad hip and no filter…it made sense.

“Granny said and I repeat, ‘What the shit is that?’ And my own mother sent a homie the clown gif.” Kevin watches as your hand snatched up your tumbler to take long gulps of your beverage, “It really do be your own people.”

Kevin inhales, “Yeah sometimes it do but I promise you, I’m not like that.”

“Not to mention my got damn scalp feels like I’ve been struck by lightning again.” You rambled, hands slapping down on the steering wheel, “Can’t even put a bonnet on this bitch or a shower cap to hide what’s been done to me.”

Kevin tilts his head to the side, “Hol’ up, you never told me that story before.”

“Getting popped as a child by granny Alberta back in Georgia is the equivalent! And if you get tore up by Kalissa down at The Hair Haven then it’s nearly the same damn thing too! I thought this shit was gonna be cute but instead it’s giving hair from the depths of hell!” That’s when Kevin hears you scream, the phone shaking a little while you fling your body around holding onto the steering wheel.

Kevin runs his hand over his face, just hoping nobody riding by didn’t see his girl crashing out and label her actions as something else. “Aight and when I do see it, I’m gonna tell you how dramatic you’re being and that it’s not a crime scene like you’re making it out to be.”

“Unfortunately it is and she wants me to come back tomorrow to fix it.” You groan, “I don’t want to go back there, I wanna shave my head at this point. You and I are supposed to be going on baecation but instead I look like FAFO. This is what I get for trying something new, huh? Should have just got marley twists or straight backs, something! I’m so angry and that’s on Spencer James!”

Kevin hears the horn for a few seconds, which means you probably rested your forehead against it, before hissing and holding onto your head in pain.

“Listen,” Kevin starts, “You called me so that means you trust me right? Which means you don’t ever gotta hide from me. I love that you trust me enough to share your frustrations…even when you’re crashing out in public.”

With one hand pressed against your eye, you slowly shift your phone from its holder to show your hair. Then your other hand goes right into your other eye, trying to push tears back.

“It ain’t that bad—

Sucking your teeth you slap your hands down into your lap, giving him a look. Your eyes are as glossy as can be and your entire facial expression just shows you’re tired. Kevin got off late last night and crashed at his own place but you were up when he texted you good morning letting you know he was on his way to work, like usual. Except you were chatty, even called him in excitement at seven in the morning and kept him company on his way in.

Your appointment wasn’t until 1pm and it was now 6:18pm.

The hair didn’t really match what you commonly dyed your hair to, it was more strawberry blonde compared to the copper tone. That much was evident if anyone was close up in your face and peeped your leave out.

“What exactly don’t you like about it, baby?” Kevin decides to ask before he gave any input, if you asked.

Your eyes shimmer and you let out a deep sigh, “It’s just not what I asked for and she knew it as she spun me back around to get my reaction first before she said her peace. I get that things happen but the work she did today isn’t what she showcased. I wanted bouncy spiral curls, not teased to the point I look like a lion. Something light and fun but instead my head feels heavy, just how I imagine what hey Arnold felt walking around. It’s also not blended or parted right. Blasphemy! I might actually walk into traffic, ho my god—

Kevin lets out a soft chuckle raising his hands in attempt to calm you, “Alright, alright. Please don’t even think about doing that. You’re still fine as hell okay? None of that matters. You could be bald headed and still be the most gorgeous woman on this planet to me. We gon’ figure this out okay? You don’t want to go back to Kalissa? Then you don’t go, it’s simple. Just come home, ‘cause I know you got a half hour drive back and you don’t got to worry about me, imma still love you regardless.”

A small smile cracks over your face as you self-consciously played with the install.

“There she go!” Kevin praised, “That’s what I like to see. So sit back and put that brandy full moon album on, don’t stare too much at it in the mirror or even think about it. We’ll be aight, alright?”

You close your eyes and nod, “You’re annoyingly sweet.”

“I know. That’s my job.”

“I love you,” you say.

Kevin grins with his teeth over his bottom lip, “I love you too. Drive safe, see you soon.”

When you hang up, Kevin taps his phone against his hand in silence for a bit before he unlocks his phone again, searching through his contacts. He stops at: K and starts a new text.

To: Kiana Cook

Hey, ki. Who does your braids? Do they do sew-in’s?

You don’t even make it around the corner of the entry way of your apartment when the smell of something savory hits your nostrils. It was clear that your man had been working even when he clocked out, your eyes briefly settling on the pans that sat on the stove. That brings a smile to your face as you brush the curtain of hair back, rolling the tension out of your shoulders as you peered out into the empty living room to find the balcony door opened just a crack.

The summer breeze did not make you feel fine just yet, pulling the door back so you could squeeze through.

And there he was.

Seated in his favorite chair on the balcony, phone in his hand and drink in the other. His gaze was out on the city, listening to whatever it had to say. Dropping your bag on one of the small side tables, you seemed to break Kevin out of his daze as he slightly turns his head to you.

His eyes barely trace over the hair on your head before he moved to place his drink on the side table to his left. When he turns back to set his eyes on you, it’s muscle memory as he holds his arms wide open for you to come to him.

Collapsing into his lap, he molds his arms around you, tucking your legs under you, one hand resting on your backside and the other securing you to his chest as he rubbed your arm and squeezed your shoulder.

“You ate?” He questioned against your hairline, careful not to bump anywhere that maybe sensitive.

He knew you so well, if you had to travel some distance then normally you would stop right at a drive-thru on the way to get you a little treat.

Humming with your eyes closed, that was enough for Kevin to guess that you hadn’t. If you had you would have met his eyes and gave him a knowing smile.

“Thought so,” he murmurs as the summer breeze drifted in and cars passed below, bass bumping in the streets, “Made some sticky wings, cornbread, and that nasty broccolini salad you like. You’ll eat, then you’ll tell me the verdict on what you want to do with Operation: Sew-In.”

You laugh quietly, “I’ve had enough time to think. I want it out.”

“Then I’ll help you.”

“You sure?”

Kevin shrugs, his voice warm, “I’m always sure about you. If we need backup, we got Vinessa—who taught me a little sum about protective styles growing up—and Kiana. Who hooked us up with an appointment tomorrow with somebody she knows, whether we get it all out or not. You’re good.”

A muffle laugh spills from your mouth, “Vinessa would have probably flamed me too if I dared to send her pics. And shout-out to you and kiana. Knew she was a girl’s girl. Thanks for coming through.”

Kevin smiles as you shift to cup his face, “Ain’t no thing. We gon’ get you fed, sip on that Stella and imma ignore that it’s not white wine like you like to claim that it’s your favorite drink, when we both know it’s tequila,” he teases already sensing that a roll of your eyes was coming before continuing, “and stress free. Just lemme love on you for a little bit.”

You lean forward to peck his lips, he licks his lips at just the taste of you, leaning in for another…and another before tucking you back against him.

Your hands rest against his chest, his gaze lingering down on you as you blinked out towards the view. It was one of the main things that made you love this apartment, seeing this side of Chicago.

You feel more protected right here and now in Kevin’s arms, than with any hairstyle you endured.

Enough.

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Continue with my summer anthology prompts here.

[eoieopda]

GET TO KNOW ME 🧍🏻‍♀️

i was tagged by my shrimpie @sailorsoons

WHAT'S THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BLOG TITLE?

it’s the romanization of one of my favorite korean words (esp. of those that don’t directly translate to english)! i think it fits — i experience a lot of things that are almost too absurd to believe.

FAVORITE FANDOMS?

at this point, i exist solely in the k-pop sphere. if i have to get specific, i’ll say that i have the most fun (and witness the least drama) in svt/caratblr.

MORE UNDER THE CUT

OTP(s)/SHIPNAME?

i’m not a shipper shipper, but my fave dynamics are soonhoon (svt), yoonjin (bts), and topaz (ateez).

FAVORITE COLOR?

i’m mostly a monochromatic bitch, so my primary/basic answer is black. i do fuck heavily with teal and really earthy colors, though.

FAVORITE GAME?

fallout 4, skyrim, cyberpunk 2077, and any pokemon game are all tied for first. honorable mention: spiritfarer.

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?

it’s not a song, but the audio that is truly LOOPING in my head is sabres’ goalie, ukko-pekka luukkonen, saying his own name, lmao. beyond that, it’s nausea by jeff rosenstock.

WEIRDEST HABIT/TRAIT?

i’m not sure which is my “weirdest”, but i often do this thing where i subconsciously make extremely old/niche pop culture references while drunk — when the thing i’m quoting/referencing isn’t something i’ve seen, heard, or thought about in 10+ years. (it’s a metaphor, @jihopesjoint)

HOBBIES?

writing, gaming, watching hockey + soccer, playing bass, yearning, watching gose, knitting, and running (when it’s not snowy/shitty, which is rare where i live).

IF YOU WORK, WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

i’m an attorney. specifically, i prosecute (exclusively) cases of child abuse and neglect.

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WISH, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

i’d choose my current job in any timeline, but if i couldn’t, i’d want to be a mortician + funeral director. i think i’m incapable of doing things that aren’t morbid and heavy (??). alternatively, i want to travel around in a van and seek out ghosts, scooby-doo style.

SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT?

if we’re talking “practical” skills, crafting/delivering/winning arguments, lol. i’m otherwise really good at figuring out plot points/twists really early and ruining the fun/suspense for myself (ask @jihopesjoint and @sailorsoons 💀)

SOMETHING YOU'RE BAD AT?

is “having a body” a sufficient answer? executive function in general, maintaining any semblance of a work/life balance, avoiding burnout, and commitment 😌

SOMETHING YOU LOVE?

my cats, the gays in my phone, and kwon hoshi 💕

SOMETHING YOU COULD TALK ABOUT FOR HOURS OFF THE CUFF?

^ anything up there

SOMETHING YOU HATE?

if i keep this really simple: birds. they scare the shit out of me.

SOMETHING YOU COLLECT?

this is embarrassing, but whenever i finish a legal pad, i keep the lil cardboard husk. i have a giant stack of them on the bookshelf in my office. it reminds me of how much i’ve accomplished, even when it doesn’t feel like i have.

SOMETHING YOU FORGET?

everything, all the time. my short- and long-term memory are both hazy as fuck because of my adhd, fibro fog, insomnia, and c-ptsd. absolutely nothing sticks for long in this swiss cheese brain of mine, lmao.

WHAT'S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE?

physical touch and acts of service.

FAVORITE MOVIE/SHOW?

movie: the princess bride but also maybe inglorious basterds show: the devil judge

FAVORITE FOOD?

i feel like i’ll let several people down if i don’t say crab rangoon 💀 tbh, i don’t super care about food, but i do super care about diet dr. pepper.

FAVORITE ANIMAL?

raccoons!

ARE YOU MUSICAL?

yep! both of my parents are musicians/vocalists/music teachers, so it’s a “thing” in my family that you play multiple instruments, etc.

WHAT WERE YOU LIKE AS A CHILD?

honestly….. just the less-evolved version of my current self. i’ve always been extroverted, outgoing, chaotically friendly, etc.

FAVORITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL?

sociology, history, and languages!

LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT?

math. i’ve never been good at it, and it’s always made me feel stupid.

WHAT'S YOUR BEST CHARACTER TRAIT?

my capacity to care about many, many things very, very deeply.

WHAT'S YOUR WORST CHARACTER TRAIT?

that ^; my self-worth is handcuffed to my (own perception of my) productivity + very fucked-up/unattainable self-imposed standard of what is “good enough; and i have a habit of intellectualizing my feelings instead of actually allowing myself to feel them.

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANY DETAIL OF YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

i would make myself be adequately hydrated. could i still change that? yes. will i? ehhhhhhhh….

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME, WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?

maybe my birth mom? idk.

REC YOUR FAVE FANFICS (SPREAD THE LOVE):

the iron ring by @sailoryooons, a word from our sponsors by @100vern, a series not yet finished/posted by @daechwitatamic, don’t sweat it by @miraclewoozi (i miss u) + anything else tagged here.

TAG OTHERS TO COMPLETE (NO PRESSURE): @miniseokminnies @seungkw1 @cherrrywon + anyone who wants to do this and hasn’t yet!

[traintrainingmontage]

I love your neiloey head cannons!! Do you think you can write a cute story about it sometime? ❤️💚

Talking about my OTP???? I WOULD LOVE TO, ANON!! 🥰 Absolutely thrilled to do so. Thank you for the opportunity. Let's have some train-flavored domestic fluff for the soul.

(If you like to see which prompts I've written already or have an idea for a prompt of your own, details are here!)

None had been more surprised than Skarloey himself to see the return of a face as familiar as Neil's, the first engine he'd ever met on Sodor's shores. Years of memories had cascaded like rapids, washing over him like a tide���all at once, with astounding clarity, Skarloey could suddenly recall those sepia-drenched days of talking for hours beneath the moonlight, laughing about nothing of great importance but everything of minuscule importance. To see his face and hear his laughter after decades of grim silence, heartbreak, and finally hope had been nothing short of a miracle.

After their tearful reunion and many a day spent reminiscing, laughing, and getting to meet all of the "new" engines on the line, Neil had settled in to the railway's day-to-day dynamic quite nicely. He had been formally instituted as the Skarloey Railway's standard-gauge multipurpose engine, used for when the little engines needed to be transported places or for bringing slate and other goods trains wherever they needed to go when nobody from the NWR was available. Such an arrangement worked out incredibly well, especially given that Neil was not often called upon for such tasks and could often be found spending his days enjoying the warm sun and chatting with whoever was in the sheds at the time. Skarloey's outdoor shed had even been modified to fit a dual-gauge track, and he and Neil happily slept buffer to buffer, their fireboxes warm despite holding no flame.

One day, about a month after Neil had arrived on the railway, Skarloey's driver Tabitha had a thought. "You know," she grinned, as they finished up their last run for the day, "we could always set you two buffermates up on a date."

Skarloey couldn't help but sputter in response, eyes wide as a bright blush blossomed across his cheeks. "Wh-what?! A date?! I... what?!" From his cab, Mazel, his stoker, suddenly squeaked in alarm as his flame flared up, and Skarloey took a breath, willing himself to calm. "I appreciate the idea, Tabitha," he replied stoically, his reddened cheeks returning to a more normal color, "but what kind of date could we possibly have? We can't exactly... erm... Mazel, what do humans do on dates?"

"O-oh! Um, let me see... go see a film? Walk around the park? Go out to eat?"

"Yes, those sorts of activities. We don't have hands, and we can't exactly move by ourselves, so I simply don't see how we could go on something as... personal as a date."

Tabitha could only roll her eyes affectionately at Skarloey's rebuttal, giving his frames a gentle pat. "For how old you are, you sure can be silly. No, you daft engine, here's what I'm thinking..."

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Two weeks later, about an hour after the last train had finished its run of the Main Line, the clouds had all fled for further horizons and the stars, usually so shy, had all come out to dance. Stellar bodies waltzed their way through the sky, keeping time to a song they'd heard since birth and giving their due deference to the moon, who watched from her perch with an imperious eye.

Far beneath her alabaster gaze, thanks to the help of the terribly good-natured cleaning crew, Skarloey was being carefully loaded onto a flatbed, and secured with high-strength cables. The crimson engine fussed in place a moment, testing his restraints, then gave a little hum of approval before his eyes turned to gaze at his companion for the evening.

Neil was staring up at him, absolutely transfixed. The box tank's eyes overflowed with adoration, and he smiled so gently that any observer would think he was admiring a priceless work of art. Skarloey couldn't stop himself from smiling back, somewhat embarrassed by the attention but equally craving it.

As the two engines waited for the workers to finish their final check, they found that they only had eyes for each other, both of their minds immersed in memories of those fateful days in 1865. "This is just like the day we met, isn't it...?" Neil marveled, his eyes skirting from Skarloey's down to his buffers, then to the flatbed he was secured to before rising back up, and Skarloey chuckled in reply, his smile somehow growing even wider.

"I was just thinking the same, my darling."

"Alright, you sappy coupling," Tabitha interjected, a quiet smile on her face and a barely contained laugh sitting just behind it. "Mazel and I have been practicing with Neil for these past two weeks, and we've gotten the hang of how to operate him. We've gotten permission from Sir Topham and Mr. Sam to take you both down the Main Line, where we'll turn around at Maron. You'll both get to finally see a new part of it, after all this time." Skarloey and Neil's eyes widened almost comically in sync, expressions brightening with a youthfulness that strangely suited them. "Oh, thank you, Tabitha!" Skarloey cheered, while Neil shot both driver and stoker a grateful smile.

"Yes, yes. Now, as always, do keep a look out, but we'll be extra vigilant ourselves, so you ought to enjoy yourselves." Without further ado, the two humans took up their positions behind Neil, and soon enough, the train was off, two more dancers waltzing out into the night.

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Once they began to move and find their cadence along the rails, Skarloey and Neil couldn't help but gasp in awe, marveling at scenery that was so new and different to their old eyes. Yet, despite the plethora of new sights, their attention was mostly focused on each other, with the two of them talking and laughing in tandem, sharing stories of what had happened during their time apart. It couldn't have been easier to fall back into their old rhythm, picking up where they'd left off with an ease that most would envy.

"...and that's when Sir Handel's ego finally deflated, and he never mentioned steam-rollers again!" Skarloey laughed, and Neil chortled right along with him, having no trouble imagining the scene.

"You all were quite the busy sorts! But look at ye now; ye made it through everything that's come yer way. That's real special, Loey. You've overcome some real odds."

"...Yes, well."

At this, the little engine's tone took a turn for the melancholic, his smile slipping away to allow for a more somber expression. "I have... overcome much, I suppose."

A beat of silence passed; as much as Skarloey tried to hold fast to his now-fleeting cheer, he instead only found himself left with a dread he'd tried so hard to hide, and had mostly succeeding in doing so. Unfortunately, given the seriousness of Neil's expression, it was abundantly clear that he could see it plainly.

"Neil, I..."

As much as Skarloey tried to will the words forward, for some reason, they forsook him, instead gathering behind his eyes as tears. Neil, being the engine that he was, did not rush Skarloey in the slightest. He simply waited, going along at a relaxed speed, and Tabitha and Mazel did their best to blend into the background.

Finally, Skarloey managed to form the words, forcing them past the lump in his tubes such that they came out so quiet as to be almost unintelligible.

"Can you... can you still love me as I am now?"

Once the last word left Skarloey's lips, slight rivulets began tracing their way down his cheeks, although his eyes never left Neil's. It appeared as though he was waiting for some kind of judgement, or perhaps absolution for some perceived crime.

"I'm not the same engine I was when we met. I've been through too much. I've changed beyond recognition. I've been broken so many times and pulled myself together; I'm not... I'm not..."

His voice broke like a wave upon a rock, and steady as he'd ever been, Neil could only furrow his brow, looking up at his love like he'd said something unconscionable. "Oh, my Skarloey... how could I not love ye?"

Skarloey felt his frames start shaking, making him all the more grateful for the restraints, and he could only try to take quick, fast breaths, his tears now running more like streams. Seeing that he was in no position to speak, Neil decided to continue his thought.

"Sure, ye've changed 'cause of what life's thrown atcha; that's just how life is. All those ups 'n downs'll change anyone. But who ye'are atcher core hasn't changed a bit. Yer smile hasn't changed. Yer heart hasn't changed. The Skarloey I know who loves the whole wide world is still right here, wit' me. I know, because I see how all yer li'l brothers an' all the people who run our railway look at ye. They love ye somethin' fierce, and that kinda love is only given if given to them first."

In the deep quiet of the Sudrian night, Neil gave his beloved a wry grin, willing him with all his heart to understand. "Ye did yer very best wit' whatcha had, Loey. Despite it all, ye held on and made it through. Don't ye let anyone, even yerself, say otherwise."

The air was silent, save for the sounds of Tabitha and Mazel desperately trying to hold back tears. Conversely, Skarloey's tears had stopped falling at some point and his body had ceased its shaking, leaving him with an expression of wide-eyed wonder that soon turned into besotted, disbelieving laughter. The negativity that had rooted itself in his soul hadn't quite been weeded out, but Neil's words had certainly drowned out the worst of it, at least for now. "Neil, my dearest, how is it that you always know just what to say?!"

"Well, y'know how it is, beau'iful," Neil retorted, his familiar grin making a reappearance. "We Sco'ish steamers are plain-speakin' folk! We call 'em like we see 'em, n' I 'appen t'have a real good eye fer engines!"

Just like that, the gloom seemed to lift, replaced with something not quite as cheerful as earlier, but even more warm-hearted. With stars in their eyes and the years in their smiles, the love-struck coupling proceeded with their journey down the line, and then back up again, their eyes and words only for each other.

[kenpachissluut]

Get to know your mutuals!!! Thanks for tagging me @mayurisstalker 💚

Origin of username:

My first Username was Lunaeanima because i use it on my other social media, but since i am writing smut content & i am a sucker for kenpachi, Kenpachissluut came through hehe.

OTP/fav ships:

My favorite ship from Bleach is definitely Orihime x Ichigo, but i fucking hate how Ichigo always gives Rukia all the attention & i feel like Orihime don’t deserve this :( She might be better with my sweet boy Uryu.

Favorite Colour:

My favorite color is light blue and black. I am always a black type of girly but deep in my heart i love everything that’s pink. :(

Song stuck in my head:

Currently Doubt from Twenty One Pilots and Breaking the Habit from Linkin Park.

Weird Habit/trait:

I always chew on my nails when i am nervous, i used to do this really bad when i was younger but then stopped cause they looked ugly as hell, now i just do it when i am nervous or anxious.

Hobbies:

Baking, watching and doing asmr, writing, watching movies and shows, collecting anime figures…

If i could get any job what would it be:

Probably something involving animals or something creative.

Something i am good at:

Definitely good at baking Sweets

Something you hate:

driving a car, liars, annoying people, people who hate and judge for no reason, bodyshaming and so much more…

Something i forget:

I don’t know sorryyyyy :(

Your love language:

My Love Language is definitely gift giving. I am not really the type for physical touch, just when i am in the mood cause my boyfriend definitely loves hugs and kisses and all lol.

Fav Movies/Shows:

Bleach, Demon slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Ghibli movies, Bollywood Movies, Modern Family, the Simpsons, Solo leveling, Noragami, The devil is a part timer and so much more…

Favorite Food:

As an italian this may be basic but i loveeee pizza. Just plain with extra cheese but i also love cheesecake a lot, i am overall a big Foodie.

Favorite Animal:

I love dogs and Wolves a lot!! Self explanatory cause they are just so cute and i just want to cry when i see one. :((

What was you like as a kid:

From stories i heard i was pretty curious and cheeky. I still am lol. But i also was really moody and even sometimes aggressive, that comes when you have to share a room with your older mean sister :(

Fav Subject:

English!!! I had the best grades in English in middleschool as i got older i also discovered i am pretty good at geography and history.

Least fav subject:

Math!! I just hate it and i am not good at it at all. Also screwed up my grades in math in my last year of school, gladly english saved me.

Your best character trait:

I always listen for hours to my friends problems, i can be really generous and loving when i want to, very loyal, i always try to be the funny one hehe.

Worst Character Trait: 

I am very antisocial and shy. Actually i am just an introvert but with the right people i get to be really open and funny. I just hates when someone cuts me off and i feel like no one is listening so i sometimes just shut up. Also i feel like everywhere i go people judge me but thats just why cause i am insecure too. #Infj

If i could change one thing about my life what would it be:

My Insecurities. I have huge problems with my body since i were a kid, always switching between being thin and more plus size :(trying my diet again though

If i could travel back in time who would i meet:

Puuuh that’s a rough question but i think i would gooo way back to ancient egypt to know how the pyramids got built and stuff. I believe it were aliens looool

Sooo that was a bit about myself and my non pressure tags would be:

@villainsrtasty @satsugacafe @darthwhorecrux @r473n

Sorry if you already got tagged!! 🫣

Kenpachissluut 🩷

[mentalmeles]

Got tagged by @musette22 to do this tag game! ^^

What's the origin of your blog title: 'Meles' is parts of my first, middle, and last names all put together. I added 'Mental' after being diagnosed with depression

OTPs + Shipname: Stucky, Wittecouple, Nuts and Dolts, and Kyoru

Favorite color: Pastel pink 💕

Favorite game: The Last of Us

Song stuck in your head: Happy by Mitski

Weirdest habit/trait: Sometimes I'll have to actually say my own thoughts out loud to myself, even if I've already thought them. Something abt it makes my thoughts feel more solid in my head for some reason

Hobbies: Drawing, writing, reading, playing video games

Something you're good at: Drawing. I think I'm alright at writing, but I am definitely a bit rusty. I sing a bit as well, but I have no idea if I'm actually good or not ldkfjfkl

Something you're bad at: Math. I pretty much barely passed all my math classes in school, if I didn't straight up fail

Something you love: My cat, Snickers! I've had him since he was an itty bitty kitten (so small that he didn't even have his eyes open yet) and he's my first cat ever. He's about 15 now, but he's still my little baby uwu

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Stucky (current hyperfixation), Wittecouple, The Underland Chronicles, and The Hunger Games (my first ever hyperfixation)

Something you hate: Guilt tripping

Something you collect: Dragon tears, shells, rocks, and fake roses

Something you forget: Everything. My memory is ver bad 😔

Favorite movie/show: WolfWalkers and Dungeon Meshi

Favorite food: Hard to choose, but there is this sandwich restaurant I don't get to eat at often that I absolutely adore. I always get their turkey bacon clubs, so maybe that's it

Favorite animal: Kitties!

What were you like as a child: Very shy and quiet. I never really had a lot of friends. I was also pretty depressed even back then, due to my parents getting a pretty nasty divorce

If you could change any detail about your life right now, what would it be: I would get rid of the amount of tension I hold in my body. One of my friends that came down for the weekend tried giving me a massage and told me that I have the most tension in any person he's ever massaged. His exact words were that I am 'made of knots'. Even my skull has knots, apparently. I am most definitely built different and not in a good way. So I'd like to get rid of that, please orz

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? My two ferrets that I had as a kid

Tagging @kodakren, @43alska, @faeriecap, and anyone else who wants to! No pressure as always, ofc 💕

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Carnations

A/N: Commission for my bby, @teaflavoredwitch! I had so much fun writing this, thank you for supporting me & being my bestie, Tea! ILY 5EVER!!! Gale Dekarios x Original Tiefling Character, fluff, angst, post-Act 3, Gale doesn't blow his ass up, Mystra mentioned, marriage proposal, established relationship, feels, super fluffy and sweet, my OTP forever <3 Commissions and requests are open!

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Gale rushed over to Tea’s side the moment they collapsed, his brown eyes widening in concern. He knelt down beside them, gently taking their hand that clutched their wounded side. The warmth of their blood seeped between their fingers, staining the fabric of their shirt a deep, crimson red. Gale’s heart raced as he assessed the gravity of their injury, his mind already racing through spells and treatments.

“My dearest Tea,” he murmured, his voice laced with genuine worry, “we must tend to your wound with haste. The battle has left you gravely injured, and I fear for your life if we do not act swiftly.” He turned to the others, his expression grave. “Bring me my spell component pouch and any clean cloth you can find. We need to stop this bleeding before it claims their life.” Gale’s voice was firm but tinged with an undercurrent of fear, a haunting reminder of what could happen if he didn’t act fast enough.

As he waited for the supplies, Gale cradled Tea close, his other hand pressing gently but firmly against their wound to stem the flow of blood.”Hold on, sweet Tea,” he whispered, his breath warm against their ear, “I will not let you slip away from me. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to heal you, to keep you here with me where you belong.”

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Gale’s shoulders as he prepared to work his magic, his heart pounding with the urgency of the moment. He knew that every second counted, and he was determined to pour all of his skill and passion into mending their broken body, come what may. He took a moment to admire their beauty. The fate of their bond rested in his hands, and he would not falter.

Despite the agonizing pain mixed with an overwhelming dizziness, Tea musters up a weak smile. A ghost of the usual radiant beam they always had to offer Gale, “You didn’t blow yourself into a thousand tiny pieces,” they wheezed happily, relief flooding their system and momentarily overpowering the effects of blood loss, “Like you promised… I am… so happy.”

Gale’s brow furrowed in determination, his jaw set with resolve as he met Tea’s gaze. He could see the pain etched in their features, hear the strain in their voice, and feel the precious lifeblood draining from their body with each passing second. The fear that lingered in the back of his mind threatened to consume him, but he pushed it down, refusing to let it overwhelm the steadying hand he needed to heal them. “My darling, you need not worry about the orb or anything for that matter,” Gale murmured, his thumb brushing gently over their cheekbone, smearing away a bead of sweat. “I am here now, and I swear to you, I will not allow a single hair on your lovely head to be harmed.”

Pain clawed at Gale’s heart as he watched the vibrant color drain from Tea’s face, their usual fuschia complexion growing more pallid, their breath growing shallow and ragged. Each passing moment saw the steady trickle of blood from their wound intensify, the crimson stain spreading across their shirt like an ominous blossom. The fear that had been lingering at the edges of his mind surged to the forefront, threatening to blind him with its intensity.

“No, no, no,” Gale breathed, his voice trembling with barely contained terror. He tightened his grip on Tea, pulling them closer as if he could physically anchor them to the mortal plane through sheer force of will. “You cannot leave me, my love. We have come too far, endured too much together. We still have our trip, my darling, to Waterdeep. Remember?” He can’t panic, he can’t allow them to see his fear. He must put on a brave face, exhaust all his resources, and save them.

His other hand, dripping with their blood, fumbled with the pouch of spell components. He upended it, scattering Dust of Sending and essence of mistletoe across the floor in his haste. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he gripped the focus of his power, summoning every ounce of strength he can possibly muster in such a trying situation. “Mystra, goddess of magic,” Gale intoned, his voice shaking with desperation, “I call upon your divine aid. Lend me your strength, grant me the power to mend this broken flesh and heal the wounds that tear them apart.”

He pressed his glowing hand against their side, just above the ragged tear in their flesh. A silver glow with otherworldly light as he began to murmur the words of the spell, pouring every ounce of his skill and every shred of his love into the incantation. Gale knew he was gambling everything on this casting, trusting in the fickle mercy of a goddess who had abandoned him once before. But he couldn’t lose Tea, not when they had finally found something real and true in each other. With a sob of exertion and anguish, he released the spell, watching and waiting in hopeful desperation. His hands roamed over their body, feeling for any other traces of injury, silently praying to a goddess who had long since turned her back on him. But for Tea, for the hope of a future together, Gale would move heaven and earth, and sell his very soul if that’s what it took to keep them by his side.

Tea weakly reaches for Gale’s arm, their grip feeble yet insistent, “No, Gale…please.” Each word a strained whisper, their breaths shallow gulps of air, “Don’t…don’t call upon her. You don’t need Mystra for this.” There’s a flicker of something fierce in their hazel eyes, a stubborn set to their jaw despite the rapidly draining energy from them. “You’re stronger than you know…than any fickle goddess. I believe in you, Gale.” They draw in a shuddering breath, nose flaring slightly.

“Please…please don’t break my heart by doubting yourself now. Not after everything.” Long lashes flutter against their pale, sweat-slick cheeks, “Mend me with your own hands, heal me with your own power. Prove to yourself, and to me, that we have a hold on our own destiny…” Their voice trails off into a weak, hoarse whisper of a thing.

Their rapidly cooling skin, so soft and fragile, he’d spent many a night mapping the endless expanse of their loveliness with just his lips. Every dip, every gentle sway, every valley and curve. He knew them, far better than himself. He knew the weight of their tail in his hands, the playful smattering of markings that decorated their shoulders. His heart knew the song of their breath, the gentle patter of their heart and if he lost them, his own life would not be far behind. They gaze up at him, watery and weepy, bloody and soft and utterly his. So, with the finesse of a bumbling fool, he all but blurts out, “Be mine!”

They nearly flinch at the suddenness of his shout, an adorable look of confusion etching on their features, “I am yours, Gale.” They remind him so gently, so sweetly as if he was the one in mortal peril.

If he weren’t already kneeling, he’d sink down to his knees, “I know that, of course. But, I rather think you’d look lovely in white and if it wouldn’t be too disagreeable, I’d like you to be my partner in every sense of the word.” Gale thinks this would have been terribly romantic if they weren’t bleeding out in his arms, but reflecting back on their adventures, this was a rather fitting proposal. 

Tea simply stares up at him in that sweet, docile way that would be absolutely patronizing if it were anyone else. But with them, it’s just soothing. A balm to his soul that even the greatest healers of Faerun couldn’t even begin to replicate. “As much as I adore when you bat those pretty little doe eyes at me, I’m afraid I’ll need an answer, my darling.”

Gale realizes they’re growing weaker, limp and noodly in his arms. He calls upon all the tricks and power he can possibly muster, hoping, praying that he’s enough. That he can do this without her. They believed he could, he knew that. They were rather vocal when it came to their distaste for his former…whatever, and they never wavered in their firm conviction that Gale was capable of greatness on his own.

“I love you,” he whispers fervently, cupping their face, pressing frantic little kisses to every available inch of flesh, “I love you, I love you, I love you. You can’t leave me, I won’t allow it.”

“Even when I licked that dead spider?” They joke weakly, cracking a smile that’s barely there, but lights up their angelic face nonetheless. Their spark hasn’t been snuffed out yet, there is still hope for them yet.

A tearful laugh bubbles up in Gale’s throat, it burns as he murmurs, “Yes, even then. Even when you’re being a little bastard, swiping from people’s pockets and stirring up a ruckus.” He smiles fondly, brushing a stray lock of hair from their bruised face. That earns a small, wheezy giggle from Tea.

“Just promise me…no gods, no deals. Just you and your skill, your fierce, brilliant mind.” They ache to pull him closer, trembling fingers tightening with the last of their fading strength, “This is your chance to save me with your own magic, Gale. I’m begging you…don’t sell your heart to another. Not now, not for me.” For a brief, fleeting moment doubt clouds their eyes, before resolve hardens them to twins of determination.

Gale’s breath caught in his throat as they reached for him, their touch a fleeting whisper against his skin. He met their gaze, seeing the flicker of determination that still burned in those fading hazel eyes. Their words, a hoarse and breathless plea, cut through the fog of panic that threatened to consume him. They were right. He didn’t need Mystra, didn’t need to barter away a piece of his soul, of his dignity. He had the power within himself, the skill and the strength to heal them, to save them.

With a shuddering sigh, Gale nodded slowly, resolving hardening in his eyes. “You’re right, my love,” he whispered, his voice low and fervent. “I am stronger than her. Your faith in me shall be my guiding light.”

He gently disentangled their trembling fingers from his arm, cradling their hand in both of his own. He pressed a fierce and lingering kiss to their palm, his beard a rough caress against their skin. “I will not let you down, darling. I will heal you with my own hands, with my own power. This I swear.”

Gale took another deep, steadying breath, letting their words sink into his very soul. He set down his bag, no longer needing the aid within. Instead, he let his own magic rise to the surface, feeling it pulse and thrum in time with his racing heart. “Permit me to try something,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hands to their wound, letting the warmth of his magic soothe the pain and stem the flow of blood. He began to chant, voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, his entire being emanating a soft blue glow of magical energy. The chanting grew louder, more insistent, and the glow around them deepened in its intensity. Gale poured every ounce of his skill and concentration into the spell, his brow furrowed with the effort.

Slowly but surely, Tea watched in awe as the torn flesh began to mend and knit back together, the edges of the wound drawing closed until nothing remained but smooth, unblemished skin. Gale’s hands roamed over their body, the warmth of his touch seeping into their very bones, chasing away the chill of blood loss and pain. As the last of the wound closed, Gale slumped against them, utterly spent. But when he looked down at Tea, his eyes shone with triumph and relief.

“It is done,” he breathed, pulling them close and cradling them against his chest. “You were right, my love. I didn’t need Mystra’s aid to heal you. I had my own strength, and the strength of our bond.” He smoothed their hair back from their brow, his touch far gentler now that the pain had faded.

“Well now,” Tea teased breathlessly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of their lips as they gazed up at gale, “I seem to recall you getting all romantic and mentioning something about marrying me back there. Was all that just the adrenaline talking? Or was there a genuine proposal hidden in there somewhere?” Their hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity as they waited for his response with bated breath. Despite the teasing lilt to their voice, there was an underlying note of sincerity, a yearning to hear him reaffirm the promise he made in the heat of the moment.

Their browsing fingers absently played with the hem of their shirt, saturated in their coppery blood, as they studied his face for any clues to his true feelings. The soft curves of their body, from their pudgy tail to the harsh points of their horns, their chest rose and fell gently with each shuddering breath they took, a testament to the life he had fought so hard to preserve. The scent of vanilla and smoke clung to their skin, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that seemed to fill the air between them. In that moment, as they lay there in his arms, the events of the battle faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a web of their own making. Tea gazed at him with a mix of playful flirtation and nervous anticipation, silently daring him to take a leap of faith and bind their hearts together for all eternity.

Gale felt a warmth blossom in his chest at their teasing words, a slow smile spreading across his face as he met their playful gaze. He chuckled softly, a rich and melodic sound that seemed to reverberate through his very being. “My dearest Tea,” he murmured, voice low with a newfound curiosity, “You mistake me not. The words I spoke to you in the heat of the moment were no mere figments of a panicked mind. They were a promise, a vow forged in the crucible of our shared trials and tempered by the strength of my love for you.”

He reached out, gently smoothing a stray lock of hair from their brow, his fingers lingering to trace the delicate curve of their cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over their lower lip, a feather-light caress that sent a shiver down their spine and set their heart aflutter.

“I meant every word, and I stand by those words now, in the calm and clarity of this moment.” Gale’s voice was low and fervent, his brown eyes blazing with a fire that had nothing to do with the magic he wielded. “I want to marry you, Tea. I want to stand beside you, not just as allies in battle, but as partners in life. I want to wake up to your smile every morning and fall asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing every night. I want to build a home with you, fill it with laughter and love.”

His hand slid down to their jaw, tilting their chin up, forcing them to meet his gaze, “You are my heart, Tea. My compass, my guiding star, my very reason for being. I am yours, now and for all eternity, if you will have me.” Gale’s other hand drifted down to their hip, his fingers splaying across the soft swell. He tugged them closer, until the length of their own body was pressed against his own, until he could feel every breath they took, every beat of their newly healed heart.

“Marry me, Tea,” he breathed, his lips a hairsbreadth from theirs. “Be mine, now and forever. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, until the end of my days. Give me the chance to show you the depths of my devotion, to build a life with you. Say yes, my love, and I swear I will spend every moment of our days together proving to you the strength and permanence of my love for you.”

His eyes searched theirs, a tenderness and intensity that stole the very breath from their lungs. In that moment, with the ghost of his magic still tingling across their skin and the scent of him, of home and safety and love, enveloping them, Tea knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be. 

Tea gazed up at Gale, their hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you,” they whispered, their voice breaking on a sob, “for loving me. Even when…” They swallowed hard, gathering their courage before continuing. “Even when I’m a tiefling. I know my kind, we’re not exactly appreciated  or easy to love. We’re seen as monsters, abominations, things to be feared and shunned.” A single tear rolled down their soft, pink cheek, tracing the curve of their face.

Their delicate fingers fluttered up to brush along their ram-like horns adorning their head, a constant reminder of their tainted bloodline. “But you…you see past that. You look at me and don’t flinch, don’t recoil in disgust. You see me, Tea, and you say you…you love me.” Their voice caught on the word, hope and disbelief warring in their eyes.

They pressed against Gale, seeking his warmth and comfort, desperate to anchor themself to something real and true. “My horns, my tail, my eyes…they’re part of me,” Tea’s voice dropped to a whisper, a pleading, aching sound that cut right to the heart. “Thank you for not only accepting me, but for loving me, horns and all. Thank you for choosing to see the good in me, the beautiful, the wonderful things hidden beneath this tiefling exterior. Thank you for loving me.”

Gale’s heart clenched in his chest, a fierce and protective instinct surging through him at the sight of Tea’s glistening eyes and trembling lip. He saw the pain, the fear, and the desperate hope that warred within them. With a gentle thumb, he brushed away the stray tear that rolled down their soft cheek, his touch lingering to cup the delicate line of their jaw.

“My sweet, sweet Tea,” Gale murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion. “How can you not see the exquisite creature you are? Your horns, your tail, your eyes…they are not monstrous imperfections to be concealed or shunned. They are the very marks of your uniqueness, the stamps of a spirit that burns brighter and truer than the Hells.”

He leaned in closer, his brow pressing against theirs, their breath intermingling in the scant space between them. “You are not defined by the happenstance of your bloodline. You are defined by the strength and compassion and unyielding courage in your heart. And I…I love every part of you, just as you are.”

Gale’s hand drifted up to the horns protruding from their head, his fingers tracing the slope of them with a reverence that sent shivers down their spine. “These horns are a part of you, yes, but it is not the part that I see when I look at you. I see someone who has fought against the odds, who has forged themself into something far more magnificent than any monster or demon could ever hope to be.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against their ear, “I see someone who stands tall and proud, undefined by the prejudices and fears of a shortsighted world. I see someone who loves with a depth and fervor that has left me utterly awestruck and humbled. I see my heart, my soul, my very reason for living, and I know that I will love you like this, wholly and completely, for all my days.” Gale pulled back just enough to gaze into their eyes, his own brown orbs blazing with a fierce and unshakable devotion.

“I asked you to marry me, to bind yourself to me for all eternity. I don’t want you to think that I see anything but the pure, radiant beauty of the person I love. So I will say it again, with the same fervor and conviction I felt in the heat of nearly losing you: marry me, Tea. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, with every breath I take and every beat of my heart. Give me the chance to show you, every single day, that I am worthy of your love and your trust. Be mine, as I am yours, now and forevermore.”

Tea’s heart swelled with a joyous, incredulous elation. A tiny, breathless sob escaped their lips, quickly followed by a giddy, overjoyed giggle. Their hazel eyes, magnified in the light, shimmered with tears of happiness as they stared at him. “I swear, I never thought I’d hear those words…” They giggled again, a sound like tinkling bells, “Yes, yes, yes!” They cried out gleefully, flinging their arms around gale with a sudden, passionate fervor.

They clung to him, burying their face against the firm expanse of his chest. “So much more than I ever dared dream of,” they whispered, their voice muffled against his shirt, their fingers curling into the fabric. “I love you, Gale. I love you so much. Yes, I’ll marry you!” Tea pulled back just enough to gaze adoringly up at him, their pink lips parted in a blissful, sweet smile.

“Now and forever, my darling,” they murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek, savoring the roughness of his beard against their palm.

Joy surged through Gale like a tidal wave as tea flung their arms around him, their delighted sobs and giggles music to his ears. He laughed softly, a sound of pure, unbridled happiness, and wrapped them in his arms, holding them close. His hands roamed over the soft curves of their body, marveling at the way they fit so perfectly in his arms, in his life.

“My sweet, sweet tiefling,” Gale murmured, his voice strained with emotion. “Your happiness is the greatest gift, the most precious treasure I could ever hope to possess.” He tangled his fingers in their soft, brown hair, cradling the back of their head as they buried themself against him. The scent of vanilla and smoke filled his nostrils, a perfume he would forever associate with this perfect moment.

Gale felt a tear slip down his cheek, mingling with the damp strands of their hair as Tea whispered their acceptance, their love for him. His heart swelled, threatening to burst with the force of his own elation and devotion. He cupped their face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the lingering tears from their soft, smooth skin.

“And I love you too, my darling,” Gale vowed, his voice low and thick with emotion. “More than words can express, more than magic can describe.” He leaned down, capturing their lips in a searing, passionate kiss. His beard rasped against their delicate skin as his mouth moved over theirs, pouring every ounce of his love and adoration into the press of his lips.

When he finally pulled back, his brown eyes glowed with a fierce, consuming adoration. “Forever,” he breathed, his forehead resting against theirs. “Forever, my love, my heart, my soulmate. You and I, together, always.” He smiled then, a slow, tender curve of his lips that spoke of a love that would last a lifetime and beyond.

“Mmm, in a weird way I should be thankful for the Absolute and the creepy tadpole thing. My life was dull as dishwater before I met you, Gale,” Tea hummed, a mischievous glint in their eyes, “But even if they never would’ve done that, I’d have found you somehow.” They leaned in, their nose brushing against his, breath mingling, “Forever sounds perfect with you. I’m going to hold you to that, mister. You’re stuck with me now, and I don’t plan on letting you go. Ever.”

Tea winked playfully before capturing his lips for one more soft, sweet kiss. They poured every ounce of their feisty, determined love into it, letting him feel their eagerness to start their new journey together. (Ideally with fewer mind flayers than the last one.)

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✨get to know your moots✨

thank you for tagging me, lovelies: @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ace-turned-confused @thundermartini @toomanystoriessolittletime 💛

what's the origin of your blog title? blog name: the tumblr name generator made the most perfect name shortly after me getting my adhd diagnosis. blog title: a line from love you like a love song by Selina Gomez, catch me changing it again soon-ish when I find another good line

favorite fandoms: fandoms as in 'including most of the body of work by a person': Pedro Pascal for sure, Jake Gyllenhaal, too, especially here on tumblr and fairly new Aidan Gillen; fandom as in 'normal' (lol): lotr

OTP(s) + ship name? I'm really bad with ships 😅 if they give me a ship I like I'll stick with it: Joel+Tess(+reader aka me), Dave+Carol(+reader aka me), Marcus A.+Lucilla(+reader aka me)

favorite color: they are all cool as long as it's not brown, sorry not sorry brown

favorite game: DnD (I'm not a gamer, unfortunately, I'd be hyperfixating and lose touch with reality 😭)

song stuck in your head? Go Girl by Pitbull (don't ask)

weirdest habit/trait? cricket feet before sleeping, wearing sleep socks til I'm sweating my tits off

hobbies: thinking thoughts and thots, listening to music all day every day, writing, worrying

if you work, what's your profession? wife, looking to be hired for real tho

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? rich wife/girlfriend and author

something you're good at: doing the dishes, making chicken noises, bottling up my feelings 💁🏻

something you're bad at: accepting compliments and praise

something you love: compliments and praise

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: i could talk you dizzy with a tailored pep talk until you're either feeling completely pumped and loved by the universe or want to gag me

something you hate: racism, ableism, ignorance, blotches of wet food touching my hands while doing the dishes, yuck

something you collect: grocery lists from strangers (not yet, but I always wanted to. 2025 is my year! 💪🏻), ideas, screenshots

something you forget: names and dates, all of them

what's your love language? parallel play and penguin pebbling, random acts of kindness.

favorite movie/show: dear god... Lotr, prisoner, silence of the lambs, Indiana Jones, Mad Men, SatC, Gilmore Girls and probably a gazillion more

favorite food: legumes in any shape and form. Italian. Indian.

favorite animal: I love them all, I swear. But dogs, mice, birbs and cows especially.

what were you like as a child? Shy, well behaved, awkward. Aka autistic and traumatized ✨

favorite subject at school? German literature, history, Latin

least favorite subject? physics and chemistry

what's your best character trait? I'm really good at putting myself in someone's place and trying to understand where they are coming from

what's your worst character trait? Self isolating to cope with ✨everything✨

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? More chocolate, I would want more chocolate

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? I'd like to meet my granny as a young child and give her a little comfort during the ww2 air raids in Germany.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): i really like Good. Things. Take. Time. by @oonajaeadira (and I have catching up to do with it omg 🙃)

npt: everyone who wants to yap!

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get to know your moots

Thanks for the tag, @restwellsoon! divider by @/cafekitsune

what's the origin of your blog title?

In highschool I would often think what my handle on things would be if I ever got famous, and I adored One Direction. Niall's handle on twitter was niallofficial, so I did that but with a play on my name instead and used official.

OTP(s) + shipname

Ummm honestly, Percabeth.

favorite color

Orange (shocker its not like my blog is a giant hazard cone)

favorite game

Kingdom Hearts, hands down. But I also have a stong love for the Final Fantasy games, the Arkham games, and lego games.

song stuck in your head

APT by Rose and Bruno Mars, and Pink Pony Club by Chappel Roan.

weirdest habit/trait?

I have double jointed thumbs so I will frequently pop them in and out of place as a tick.

hobbies:

Writing, drawing, reading, crocheting

if you work, what's your profession?

Currently a student

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?

Paleontologist

something you're good at:

Making people laugh, I also have really good people skills, especially with kids. I also always try to be understanding and see the good in people, even when they may not deserve it.

something you're bad at:

Being patient, driving (im scared shitless), schedules

something you love:

Laughing until I cant breathe with my brother and sisters

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

Name any hyper fixation of mine, Jurassic Park, Marvel, DC, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Disney

something you hate:

Chronic illness. I have celiacs disease, so I can't eat anything with gluten in it. If my body didn't react as violently as it does, I'd say fuck this diet and eat whatever. But it's like the exorcist, my body wants it out so bad sooooo hard pass.

something you collect:

Uhhhhh, everything. I have buttons, lanyards, pops, dolls, books, small animal trinkets, rubber ducks, mugs, legos, random assortment of nerdy jewelry, figures, the lost goes on.

something you forget:

To eat.

what's your love language?

I honestly dont feel like I fit into just one of these. I've got no idea.

favorite movie/show:

Finding Nemo/Agent Carter

favorite food:

Beef Stroganoff

favorite animal:

peacocks?

what were you like as a child?

Not much different than I am now, just a little more trusting but still stubborn and feisty as hell.

favorite subject at school?

History or music,

least favorite subject?

Math, doesnt matter if I was good at it.

what's your best character trait?

I've been told that I'm a trusting person, and that people feel safe around me.

what's your worst character trait?

I'm too nice at times.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?

School would be done, and my ideas would be written out in a nice organized way.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?

J.R.R. Tolkein. I just wanna pick the man's brain, see how he did it.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

Touch Starved by Envysparkler

This is one that I go back to to read all the time. I highly recommend anything by Envysparkler, if you enjoy batfamily gen fics. This one is just so good, and special to me because Dick is a character I hold close to my heart.

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I wanna be your endgame by @yuujispinkhair

This is a hockey player! sukuna x reader fic, and this series made me want to find a hot hockey player and make them fall in love with me. Winter is amazing, and I lover her and her writing so much.

i tag @yuujispinkhair @strawberrystepmom @history-be-written @loafingdragon (no pressure obviously)

[josenmann]

Get to know your mutuals!

Tagged by @huchen-sohn 😎

What‘s the origin of your blog title?

It’s a little complicated. It’s a nickname that stems from my name. My name is Josie and my friends went from calling me Josefa to José, then Joe, then Josemann and then it became Hosemann, Hosenmann, Hose and now its Hosi :). (“Hose“ means “pants" in German and “Mann“ means “man“. Which is funny considering I‘m a woman 😎)

OTP(s)+ shipnames(s):

I‘m a shameless selfshipper. What can I say. Sevika x reader? I love to see it. I love to ship myself with Sevika and Ambessa as a poly ship. And I ship Sevika and Ambessa as well. I also ship MelJayVik because honestly, these three are perfect for each other and I LOVE it. Not a fan of caitvi since season two anymore, unfortunately…

Favourite color:

All kinds of purple but especially lavender. I like red and light pink, too.

Song stuck in your head:

There are a lot! Apple by CharlieXCX, Defying Gravity, Popular, Abracadabra and Disease by Lady Gaga.

Weirdest habit/trait:

I sit in childs pose (Pilates) on the literal edge of my bed scrolling on my phone, almost sliding off. Yeah. Thats comfortable to me. Can you tell I have autism/ADHD?

Hobbies:

I have been reading a lot, YES, BOOKS TOO, NOT ONLY “x reader“ SMUT! I play video games from time to time. Right now I‘m playing tomodachi life, hoping that with the new release they will add lesbians.

If you work, what's your profession?

I‘m an acting student 5th semester. Only one more to go! 😎 I hope I‘ll be able to perform on stage or be on front of the camera or do musicals or voice acting or… Honestly, I wanna do EVERYTHING.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Musical Actress! I love love LOVE singing! And dancing is becoming fun, too.

Something you're good at:

Singing and acting. I‘m getting better at dancing. I‘m good at cooking nice meals out of leftover ingredients.

Something you hate:

Men. Cishet men. The rich. Capitalism. The industry. The way democracy is getting rid of itself right now everywhere in the world. The way men still want to control women’s bodies. The racism, homophobia and transphobia that is on the rise right now. And the people who choose to look away.

Something you collect:

Trauma. Jkjk… I‘m collecting books right now, theatre plays to be exact.

Something you forget:

I don’t forget a lot anymore, I just lose things sometimes. Because of my ADHD I force myself to think about the things I have to do all the time so I don’t forget about them.

What's your love language:

Headbutting people like a cat, making weird ass sounds “mah“ “BAH!!“, physical touch I guess and words of affirmation.

Favourite movie/show:

Right now it’s Arcane. The voice acting is darn good. I‘m a huge fan of Ambessa’s voice actress. She has an interesting intonation style that makes her voice acting stand out from the rest without being unnatural. That is pure excellence!

Favourite food:

Ramen, I love me a good soup! Sushi, too, and cake. Red velvet cake, love of my life.

Favourite animal:

Cheetahs. People tell me a lot that I remind them of a cheetah. I also love parrots and other kinds of birds, fish are fun, too.

What were you like as a child:

My mom used to call me Rambo… I was very hyperactive and reckless, jumping off high places and branches or doing literal stunts.

Favourite subject at school:

English, any art class, German, history…

Least favourite subject:

Physics, but only because my teacher was a menace.

What's your best character trait?

Ambition, resilience, hard working, good humor I guess.

What's your worst character trait?

Choleric, cynical, impatient, I also panic quickly. I don’t know how to rest. If there is work I can do, I‘ll do it. I don’t know how to stop and work myself to the bone sometimes.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

If only I had more money, I would like to afford a peaceful apartment where I can rest and feel comfortable. And I want to start working in my business. And I would love to have time for a proper social life.

[galway-girlatwork]

Get to know your moots

Thank you for the tag Jana, @guiltyasdave this was such fun.  

what's the origin of your blog title? I’m Irish and a bucket list is to travel to Ireland. Galway Girl is an Irish song.

OTP(s) + shipname: When I was watching the Vampire Diaries, I was really into Debekah…I absolutely love Claire and she is one of the sweetest cast members.

favorite color: Blue

favorite game: The Last of Us…I am waiting for Indiana Jones.  

song stuck in your head: Back in My Body by Maggie Rogers. I am so in love with it.  

weirdest habit/trait? Car Karaoke and talking out loud to no one. It helps me remember what I need to do

hobbies: Music, reading, writing, movies, gaming

if you work, what's your profession? I am a community manager for HOA’s  

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? To write full time, but I’ve also wanted to own a bar.

something you're good at: Taking care of animals

something you're bad at: Not telling people to fuck off when they emotionally gut me

something you love: Sometimes just the quiet

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Music and Movies

something you hate: The fact that I live in a country where complete fucktards re-elected a raping, racist, convicted felon.

something you collect: Postcards from around the world

something you forget: Where my phone is.

what's your love language? I don’t think I have one

favorite movie/show: Oh god please don’t make me pick just one. I can’t. I have a top ten for both

favorite food: Everything?

favorite animal: Dogs

what were you like as a child? If you were to ask my mom, a trouble making demon.  

favorite subject at school? English and history

least favorite subject? Gym and math

what's your best character trait? I don’t think I have one

what's your worst character trait? Running late.  

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? Right now…Nothing.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Queen Elizabeth the First.  

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): WOW….Can’t pick just one. I have a list and it is long. But I am in love with Knives from Lock the Gate by Freya, @almostfoxglove, and Jett, @morallyinept, made me soft for Ezra with Helianthus

no pressure tags: @604to647 @pearlessance @tinyglamdramaqueen @ease-out-the-clutch

[vacantgodling]

The sexuality/gender/otp headcanon ask game stuff for any oc of your choice? Bonus points if it's someone you haven't talked about in a while

thank you!!

i haven't talked about noh outside of the very very basics of his story and what's going on so let's talk about my favorite boyo.

here is he (cuz i found this picrew and i thought it was cute) -- the only thing that's off about it is that noh usually wears a mask over his face; he's completely mute and only uses sign language so in a way he views his mouth as "useless" so he doesn't like it being seen lol.

Sexuality: gay gay homosexual gay

Gender: noh is trans masc!

A ship I have with said character: so the main ship that i have with him is a space pirate named emerion jackson. technically speaking the two of them have known of each other since before noh had amnesia; noh and his team were actively trying to bring emerion in and though they never met in person the two of them were definitely :eye emojis: at each other because it was "oh, finally a challenge" type scenario. but then when noh disappeared off the face of the earth and started being plastered everywhere as a criminal, emerion got a little.... worried about him. it seems crazy and its not something that he would talk about to any of his crew because they would heckle him for it, but the fact that someone as formidable and determined as the mysterious (bc they'd never met face to face) noh bell; and how he's suddenly a criminal by the govt??? something is up.

the two of them end up meeting in person at a bar at the edge of a particular star system after noh is dropped off by the cargo crew that found him adrift in space. emerion recognizes noh immediately but doesn't say anything until someone else recognizes noh and a bar fight ensues bc they want to bring noh in for the money. emerion and his men jump in and end up helping him out and then he drags noh onto his ship.

at first, emerion isn't sure what to make of actually seeing noh face to face. coupled with the fact that noh doesn't remember that he was originally hunting him and his crew down its odd. but then he learns about the amnesia etc etc and emerion kind of feels guilt for not telling him everything up front. but part of him also likes the fact that noh doesn't remember anything and they end up beginning to form an actual bond and attachment to one another, which gets a BIT complicated as noh starts to learn his identity.

idk now that i'm writing all of this out fully i'm so in the mood to talk more about them; emerion is such a jackass and has a stick up it but at the same time he really cares about noh and hes SO INTIMATELY aware of HOW FUCKED he is lmaooo its kind of hilarious.

A BROTP I have with said character: noh has a really good circle of friends because they all grew up training together in the JACK and JILL program. the closest friend he has is amelia (who was his JACK so they know each other like the back of their own hands) but i think the cutest brotp/friendship he has is with neso.

neso is a very special JACK/JILL unit because she's a system with just one other alter and so she doesn't have a separate physical "body" that serves as her partner; its technically just within herself. the two of them are fully aware of each other and can switch back and forth though its not fully at will. she is the host and neon is her alter (and is essentially her older brother). neso can call neon to the front and he will show up occasionally but its not often because he doesn't really like people lol (though he is okay with the rest of their friend group). usually he shows up in dangerous situations because he's the JILL of their unit and in this universe they were able to engineer technology to change neso's eye color back and forth when she and neon switch fronting.

neso and noh are really alike and she can be somewhat childlike and cling to him. they use sign language with each other the most--especially in episodes where she's having a ptsd flashback or episode, he can help talk her down and taught her signs since she was young. they also tend to be the most quiet of their friend group and prefer to just vibe while the others (amelia, iodine, and ethan) are more personable and loud lol.

A NOTP I have with said character: this isn't a notp so much as like, its not canon anymore BUT it did used to be canon back in the day when i felt like i had to overcompensate with heterosexuality in all of my wips (i've had noh as an oc and this story for at least a decade so yknow). but before, noh and amelia were actually supposed to be the endgame couple, but at the end of the day i think they just work better together as best friends/found family. they know each other so well; to the point that its less like being with someone you're attracted to and more like being with the other half of their own brain so like... how am i gonna be attracted to myself energy. plus, amelia ends up with an engineer named claude and they're so sweet together i want to throw up <3

A random headcanon: noh is heavily inspired by my personal interpretation of link which is where his muteness stemmed from :)

General Opinion over said character: i love noh A LOT and i need to get over my fear of writing scifi because i've been wanting to tell his story for years. i project onto him a lil bit sure but he's such a fun character and i wanna figure out more about his storyline so i can be driven insane by it

since ive been talking about it so much, perhaps i might lol.

feel free to send me a character (mine or overwatch) and i'll do this for them :D

[vincentsleftear]

Get To Know Your Moots

Thanks for the tag @randomfoggytiger

What the origin of your blog title? I was going through a bit of an art history phase when I first came up with it. 1) I was reallyyy into Van Gogh at the time. 2) I also knew I wanted something a bit funny/off beat. Thus, “vincentsleftear”. It’s been a while since then and I’ve moved on from the url on other platforms but I’ve kept it here. Idk, it just feels special :)

OTP(s) + ship names: ugh, where to start!! Right now Siuan and Moiraine (siuarane aka fishwives) have me in an absolute CHOKEHOLD. Of course, there’s Alicent and Rhaenyra (rhaenicent). I’ll be a Gerri and Karolina (Gerrolina) truther till I die and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to think about Agatha and Rio (agathario) and NOT go crazy. If I’m remembering correctly, my first real introduction into the world of shipping was Narcissa and Lucius (Lucissa), though I don’t really interact with the source material anymore for obvious reasons. Of course, I’ll always return to the two who INVENTED the game, Mulder and Scully (MSR).

Favorite color: Love blue but if we’re looking at the evidence it’d probably be green lol. I’m surrounded by it! My phone, my computer, my headphones, my bedspread, my decor! All green! On the other hand, my friends and family are always clowning me because apparently I almost exclusively wear white. I mean, they aren’t WRONG but istg it isn’t intentional! Idk, I must be subconsciously drawn to clothes in that color lol. I’ve heard everything from “it’s like you’re a cartoon character with a signature color palette” to “…did you join a cult and not tell us?”

Favorite Game: Will yall kill me if I say Minecraft. Cause it’s Minecraft.

Song Stuck in Your Head: Sara by Fleetwood Mac!! I cannot tell you how many times I’ve listened to that song today alone lol

Weirdest habit/trait: chronic nail biter. Not exactly “weird” but it’s a bad one. Definitely should have grown out of that one a while ago smh.

Hobbies: I think I’m deep enough into the playlist making game for it to be considered a hobby at this point lol. You can pretty much track my hyoerfixations through my Spotify account bc the first thing I do when I’m enjoying a peice of media is run and make a playlist inspired by it. Right now I have 140 in total…😅. The NEXT thing I do is make a Pinterest board inspired by it lol.

If you work, what’s your profession? Full time student, part time at a library :)

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Get me in the US House of Representatives!!

Something you're good at: public speaking! Not to toot my own horn but it’s definitely a strong suit and is something I actually enjoy!

Something you’re bad at: math. lying.

Something you love: Coffee!! Gay tv shows!! My siblings!! Sleep!!

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Honestly, anything lol. I’m a certified yapper. I would gladly ramble on about the plots of my favorite books/shows for agesss.

Something you hate: Sweet Potatoes! Slow walkers! Miscommunication!!

Something you collect: playlists LMAO

Something you forget: my head if it wasn’t attached to my body

What’s your love language: acts of service and quality time

Favorite movie/show: The Prince of Egypt (1998) is a cinematic masterpiece and my all time favorite. MINARI (2020) is one that I regularly recommend. If I try to list my fav shows we’ll be here all week lmao.

Favorite food: PASTA!!! Spaghetti specifically! But really any and all forms of pasta if we’re being honest here

Favorite animal: I’ve had a fascination with Orca whales ever since I was little. They are sooo interesting and incredibly intelligent and DEEPLY terrifying. The Blackfish (2013) documentary definitely left an imprint on my psyche.

What were you like as a child? Super chatty, incredibly hyper with a complete inability to sit still, and loud. I wasn’t a bad kid but it was things like this that got me into trouble at school *quite* often. In the beginning, I tried really hard to be a teacher’s pet but I found out quickly that it just wasn’t in the cards for me. So I became the class clown lol.

Favorite subject at school? I really enjoyed English and Literature but my favorites were definitely my social studies classes. History, human geography, government, politics!! Those were my thing!

Least favorite subject? MATH. Geometry was (and still is) my mortal enemy.

What’s your best character trait? always authentically myself

What’s your worst character trait? Chronic procrastinator. I tend to withdraw or getting a bit mean when I’m stressed/overwhelmed but that’s something I’m working on!

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? The weather has been soo bleak recently. No sun, just rain and cold. Also! Over the past few days my government has been repealing protections (some of which have been in place since the 60s) that prevent discrimination on the basis of race, sexuality, and gender. Consequently, as a Black gay woman, I’ve been living in a constant state of intense anxiety and panic. So. That. I’d change that.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? An aunt that passed before I was born

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): Little Pitchers by dionaeamuscipula on AO3!

lowwww presssure tags 💌: @bakedbakermom @thursdayinspace @calimanc @picklejarred @ragnarockz

[hypnostheory]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Howdy, so I was tagged by @kiwiana-writes , @littlemisskittentoes and @affectionatelyrs , who I’d like to thank for being very supportive and friendly. Thanks besties!

1. How many works do you have in Ao3?

So this is changing by the day sometimes lol, right now I’m sitting at 16 fics, 2 are currently unfinished, 5 are chapter fics.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

Again, changing by the day it feels, but 132,329 words so far. That’s about the length of A Tale Of Two Cities.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it’s FirstPrince (Red, White, and Royal Blue), but I have a Good Omens fic and several Homestuck fics.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. i hit my peak at seven feet

2. and that’s the way i loved you

3. something good and right and real

4. trouble’s gonna follow where i go

5. wanna know that body like it’s mine

Combined, these fic have 4,089 kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to reply to every comment, but sometimes it’s a little overwhelming. I absolutely try to respond to all comments that have more than one sentence, but if I miss you I’m sorry and I promise I’m going to get to you at some point!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Sir we write smut here, this is not a tragic writing space lol. If I had to pick I think then I think you don’t want to know me is going to have one of the sadder endings but even still it’s gonna be happy because I’m not a sad writer lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? I mean, the sappiest ending is somewhere between i hit my peak at seven feet and something good and right and real.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I mean the closest is someone who said my work was like disturbing or somethingbut I think that was actually a compliment???

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

This is like asking the Pope if he’s Catholic lmao. Yes I do, it’s primarily D/s dynamics, and almost always an AU one shot.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s your craziest one?

I do not. I sometimes put subtle references to other fandoms in my fics, but no crossovers.

11. Have you ever had your fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, my partner has tho. If someone found out my fic was stolen I’d like to know, but honestly if you see something I’m writing and get inspired by it just write your own version and tag me so I can read it Y’know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so, but I have had someone offer to translate a fic into Chinese. I’m down if anyone wants to, but I only speak English and a moderate level of Spanish so I couldn’t check someone’s work.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

So my partner and I can get very collaborative, and I absolutely run my shit past people before it goes live, but for the most part I’m doing it all by myself.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Listen I love FirstPrince with all my heart but DaveKat is my first OTP and I’m never letting those fuckers go.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

Hmm, so I want to finish that Good Omens fic I mentioned but honestly that started in a weird time and I’m not sure if it’s got legs. Aside from that I’m trying to finish everything I start! (Or at least everything I publish!)

16. What are your writing strengths?

So from comments, I’d say my prose and my dynamics. I’d agree, I think my style is based in my education in poetry, so I can for sure get colorful. And I really enjoy the politics of a relationship, so I’ll sit there and wax poetics about the nature of soulmates daily and nightly lol. I also just write a lot very fast, so that’s a strength I guess.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I’ll explain emotions to death but explaining how people look is more challenging. I also have issues with finishing things, which I’ve been trying really hard to work on.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

So I’m from Texas, so if it’s Spanish dialogue I’m comfortable. For the main part, I’m not going to write dialogue out word for word if the POV character doesn’t understand what’s being said, which takes out a lot of that issue for me. I think putting a foreign language in a fic is something that can be done very poorly, so I want to avoid that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Publically? Homestuck. That’s my answer.

20. Favorite fic that you’ve written?

Oh god, having to pick between my own kids basically. i hit my peak at seven feet is so important to me, it’s a very personal story and it really catapulted me back into writing fic. I also love there’s nowhere in the world like, which is the first fic I published in this account and is a really fun work about one of my hyper interests, so if you like 80s theme parks and Homestuck, give it a spin.

I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this, so feel free to blame me and take a spin! But also I’m absolutely tagging @futureseaempress 💖

[terapsina]

Question of the hour. Can someone figure out what my shipping type is through ten of my all time favorite OTPs?

I ask because I can't.

1. Swan Queen.

Enemies to Friends to Lovers. Angst. The Evil Queen and the Savior. Divorced Moms Feeling. Co-parenting their kid plus town. Battle Couple. Obsessed With Each Other's Happy Ending.

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2. Elejah.

Tragically Opposite Sides. Mirrors of Each Other. Loyalty. Family. Betrayal. Humanity. Mutual Respect. Regret. Cruelty. Inherent Understanding of What Makes The Other Tick. Full of Weirdly Reciprocated Awe. Casually Dropping 'Always and Forever' in Basically a Love Letter.

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3. Pardison.

Utterly Fluffy. Sweet. Friends to Lovers. The Hacker and the Thief. Each Other's Safe Space. Good Communication. Rock-solid Foundation. Completely Without Problematic Aspects and Yet Extremely Interesting.

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4. Hizzie.

Enemies to Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers. Squabbling Like an Old Married Couple. Bitches Against The World. But Also Very Soft. Actually Kinda Obsessed With Each Other. Would Kill For Each Other. Would Also Occasionally Want to Murder Each Other. Right Person, Wrong Time. More Romantic Than They Think They Are. Multiple Jealousy Scenes.

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5. Bellarke.

The Sloooooowest of Burns. The Head and The Heart. Everyone Including Their Friends, Their Families, Their Antagonists and Their Separate Love Interests Sees It. Completely In Love With Each Other. Being Apart Breaks Them. Each Other's Weak Spot. Also Each Other's Strength. Absolute Idiots. Not Actually Unrequited.

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6. Graylora.

My Newest Babes. The Prince Turned Mage and the Destined Empress. Initially Unrequited. Friends to Future Lovers. Inspire Hope in Each Other. Find Strength Through The Other's Faith. Awkward Turtleducks. Seeking Purpose and Fearing Destiny. Torn Apart and Longing To Reunite. Tragic "Death" Scene and Savage Vengeful Reaction.

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7. Clizzy.

Tactile Agony. No But Seriously So Much Touching. Meet-cute Head Bump. Constant Overt Flirting. BFFs to lovers. Falling For Her Brother's Girlfriend. More Chemistry Than The Canon Wants to Allow. Delicious Vibes Of Undercurrent Longing. Just Kiss You Fools.

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8. Spuffy.

Enemies to Reluctant Allies to Squabbling Children to Nearly Frenemies to Almost Friends to Doomed Lovers to Actual Friends to Lovers. They're a Comedy. They're a Tragedy. They Don't Work and Yet They Do. They're a Rollercoaster of Pain. They Can Be Alone Together. They Trusted Each Other Even Back Before They Liked Each Other. They've Seen The Best and The Worst Of Each Other. No Other Ship Has Hurt Me As Much as This One. The Slayer and The Vampire Who Got His Soul For Her.

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9. Kahlan/Cara.

The Mother Confessor and The Mord Sith. Reluctant Allies to Enemies to Friends to Lovers. The Confessor Who Chose to Spare Her Sister's Killer. And The Trained Killer Who Couldn't Make Herself Kill The Confessor Even To Save Her. Even Though She Has Magic Resurrection Powers. TWICE. Sexual Tension Oozing Through The Screen. Kahlan Wouldn't Be Able to Confess Cara Either, Fight Me.

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10. Green Queens.

Two Sociopathic Queens In Love. Would Totally Enslave The Galaxy If Their Families Didn't Hit Them Over The Heads With Rolled Up Newspapers and Say 'NO! BAD QUEENS! No family dinners for you'. Would Do Cold Blooded Slaughter For Each Other. Kinda Have Actually. Sharing Immortality Because What's The Point of Living Forever if They're Not Together.

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So that's it. Ten of my favorite ships. Do they have a common element? I don't know, I'VE certainly never been able to identify one.