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rpgchoices · 5 years

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I keep seeing your list of games with m/m options pop up, which is seriously awesome! Thank you! I’m definitely going to try some of those titles out right away, since I’ve never heard of them and they seem right up my alley. Do you possibly have a similar list for f/f games anywhere, too? Either way, thanks again for writing that out. Looking forward to some happy gayming, hehe :)

Absolutely!! I actually started with the wlw games for femslash february! Here's in three parts:

PART 1 + PART 2 + PART 3

(In general I use the tag useless recs for any specific lists!)

for a more succinct list of games that have wlw romances (and if you don’t want to be submerged by the gifs and pics in those three parts links), here it is:(I added a * for the games I played, so if you have any specific questions about those ones I can answer).

Also if you want more information, just check the tag what to expect and look for the title game! MEDIEVAL FANTASY RPGS

Dragon Age: Origins* = isometric fantasy rpg, the first in the series. As a female warden you can romance Leliana. If you start as noble human you can also have a fling with a woman in the prologue story.

Dragon Age 2*= second in the series, action fantasy rpg. You can romance Isabela or Merrill. In the dlc you can flirt with Tallis.

Dragon Age: Inquisition* = classic action rpg, fantasy. As a woman you can romance Sera (who is lesbian), or Josephine (biromantic, probably ace!). You can also flirt with Lace Harding.

Pathfinder Kingmaker* = fantasy isometric rpg. As a female character you can end up in the ultimate (but hard to get without a guide) Nyrissa romance, or you can romance other female companions: Kalikke, Kanerah, Octavia. Small warning, it’s easy to romance Kalikke, if you want to romance Kanerah I think you might have to start from a Kalikke romance. You can end up with both Kalikke and Kanerah. If you decide to romance Octavia, you’ll have to break up Octavia and Regongar, otherwise you can have a threeway relationship with both (but Reg is male).

Baldur’s Gate 1.5 Siege of Dragonspear* = isometric DnD fantasy rpg, sequel of BG1. As a female bhaalspawn you can romance Corwin (but the romance does not continue in BG2).

Baldur’s Gate 2* = fantasy DnD isometric rpg, sequel to BG1 and Dragonspear. As a wlw bhaalspawn you can romance Hexxat (mild warning: she is a evil character, so you might want to do an evil/neutral playthrough).

Divinity Original Sin 2* = isometric fantasy rpg (it’s here but is it really medieval? I am not sure). You can play as Lohse or Sebille, or you can start a new character. You can romance any of your companions, the female ones are Lohse and Sebille. (ex. if you play as Sebille you can romance Lohse). No need to play the first game.

Divinity Original Sin 1* = not exactly romance in sort of medieval fantasy rpg. You play as two characters, they have minimal interactions, and at the end you can get the lovers ending.

Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen = In this fantasy rpg you can play as any gender and you will have interactions with different characters. Some of these npcs can become your beloved at the end.

Knight Bewitched* = small fantasy pixel rpg inspired by Jrpgs. You play as a female knight, Ruth. The story is linear, so Ruth will necessarily end up in a romance with Gwen.

Skyrim’s mod Enderal = this is a whole big mod for Skyrim with its own storylines and characters. In this mod you can romance Calia.

Sorcery!* = not exactly a romance, but if you play as female character or male has no influence on a female seer falling in love with you in game 3. If you play as male and have the Y’Bran god, you can turn into female for a night and have a fling with a pirate lady in game 4.

Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick Obscura* = not a full romance, but you can sort of have a thing with Raven (female elf) independently from your gender.

HISTORICAL (age of sail, renaissance, not exactly medieval) FANTASY RPG

Pillars of Eternity Deadfire* = continuing Pillars of Eternity, fantasy isometric rpg, more renaissance than medieval. As a female character you can romance Maia or Xoti (or you can match make them together!)

Jade Empire* = rpg set in a supernatural fantasy version of imperial Silk Fox is the female option for both female and male protagonists.

Pendula Swing* = adventure rpg, isometric, fantasy in the 1920s. You play as bisexual lady dwarf Bryalinne. Your wife is dead, so you are a widow. You will leave your house to find who stole your magic axe and in the city you can romance two female characters: Marla Lee, elf policewoman, or Joanna West, human adventurer.

Greedfall = in this new age-of-sail(?) turned fantasy rpg you can play as both male and female, and as a female protagonist you can romance Siora.

NON FANTASY RPGS

Always Sometimes Monsters* = you play as female or male, and you select the gender of your partner. It’s a love story, with time and money management.

Expedition: Vikings* = historical viking isometric rpg. The female option for female playes is Roskva, the witch companion.

Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey = This game needs no introduction! You can play as Kassandra and romance ladies and women all around Greece. The romances are mostly romantic encounters, not really full Bioware romances.

Mass Effect (trilogy)* = Action rpg in space. As a female Shepard you can romance Liara, Samara or Morinth (Samara and Morinth don’t have full romances) who are all part of a female coded alien species, or the human Kelly, Samantha or Diana. Liara is the only romance that can be started in game 1.

Mass Effect: Andromeda = in this space rpg you can play as Sara and you can romance some of your female companions: Suvi, Vetra, Pelessaria or Keri.

Knights of the Old Republic = a Star Wars rpg that lets the female players romance Juhani.

Fallout 4 = the post apocalyptic rpg. As a female character you can romance Piper and Cait.

Life is Strange = in this adventure videogame you play as Max, a girl who has suddenly found herself with superpowers. Max and Chloe are main characters in the videogame, and they can end up together.

MEDIEVAL/HISTORICAL DATING SIMS

Arcana = money grabber phone game, do not buy anything with real money please. You can romance Portia or Nadia.

When the Night Comes = fantasy detective visual novel story with dating sim. You can play as female and there is one female romance option.

MODERN FANTASY DATING SIMS

Monster Prom* = Your gender has no influence in the game. The game doesn’t really have romance, it’s mostly you attending a modern monsters school and trying to get a date for the prom. Dating sim. Female possible dates are Vera, Miranda, Polly, the shop seller or The Hero.

Salting the Earth* = lesbian dating sim, modern fantasy with orcs and nymphs. You play as Roo, a nymphs, joining a chief/cooking team in a building mostly inhabited by orcs. Two romantic pathways in the game, both lady orcs.

FUTURE GAMES

We know that Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous will have some wlw romance options (for now Camellia is confirmed as a romance option and she will probably be wlw), The Waylanders has also been confirmed to have same gendered romances, same for the dating sim Errant Kingdom. Knowing DOS2, there are also changes that BG3 might have some wlw options!

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loki-sun · 6 years

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Some Scott & Peter being roommates headcanons

A while I ago I stumbled upon a post or something which implied that Scott and Peter shared a room together after Apocalypse and I've thought that needed to be explored a tad. This almost turned into a fic whoa

Their first meeting after the whole Cairo and apocalypse crisis is less than stellar

When the mansion’s finally ready for students to move back in, Scott’s given his own room. Again, which pleases him. The company of other mutants doesn’t bother him, Jean, Kurt, Jubes even the newcomer Ororo, they’re all nice and great, but he prefers having a place he can call his own.

A day after that when he and Jean go for a walk she tells him she now shares a room with Jubilee and that it’s kinda cool she now has someone, so she’s not completely isolated, but she’s still afraid she’ll unintentionally hurt her in her sleep or something.

Scott playfully boasts that he still managed to keep his own room.

That doesn’t last long

That same afternoon there’s a knock on his door.

It’s the silver haired guy; the exact same one who saved almost everyone from the explosion.

At first he doesn’t say anything, just watches him coolly, leaning against the doorframe.

Scott’s a man of action “Yeah?” “Summers?” “That’s me.” In a millisecond the seriousness disappears from the guy’s face and all of a sudden he’s standing in the middle of Scott’s room, buzzing around and he reminds Scott of some kind of a bumblebee that took a dip in a jar of silver color.

The silver guy scans the room “Kinda boring but it’ll do.” He points at the tidy desk by the window “You’ll need to move that tho, I’m gonna have my bed there.” “I’m sorry, who are you?” Scott rebukes at the stranger wandering in his room like he owns the place “And what are you doing in my room?” “Peter Maximoff.” The guy suddenly appears in front of him, a strange glint in his eyes “and I think you mean, ‘our room’.” “What?!” “Oh, I’m guessing Charlie didn’t tell you? Oh, this is awkward.” “Told me what?” Peter smirks “We’re roomies from now on.” Something inside Scott promptly dies.

Scott goes to talk to Charles about it, who tells him that Peter, while no longer being a student, will be staying at the mansion and join their X-Men team. There’s a shortage of free rooms but Charles is sure that Scott doesn’t have a problem with giving half of his to Peter.

Scott, in fact, has a problem, but Charles doesn’t need to know that.

When he returns to their room, he notices Peter has already set up his stuff and oh hello, there’s even a bed there and a few video game arcades where his desk and sofa used to be.

At first Scott’s semi okay with it, because Peter seems like a good dude.

“So, Summers, I’ve noticed that you don’t talk much, huh? That’s OK; I talk enough for two people.” Scott mentally groans. This will not end well.

He’s right.

He soon finds out that Peter, fucking Peter, doesn’t sleep much or at all. He can go days without even a little nap and while Peter’s totally okay, Scott’s bags under his eyes have bags because the speedy asshole is just not quiet throughout the night. He’s either loudly munching on food, listening to music at top volume, playing videogames, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor, shuffling around….he’s. not. Still. At. All. Jean and others notice Scott’s exhausted appearance of course. “So, what’s like to bunk with Peter?” “I’m more likely to catch a unicorn than a good night’s sleep.” “That bad?” “I lost my peace, most of my room and my ability to sleep at night. What do you think?”

Jean suggests him to talk to Peter about this issue.

He takes her advice. Peter doesn’t really get it.

“Remember sleeping? Sleeping was nice.” Scott says to him when he comes back to their room ”Perhaps you should try it. When’s the last time you slept?” “When was the last time I slept? Well, let’s see…it’s a Thursday…so…” “Today’s Monday.” “Today’s a what?!” Oh boy.

Unfortunately, despite Scott’s best tries, It doesn’t go well at all. In fact, it all goes downhill from that point on.

A few days later Peter, high on energy, takes a good look at Scott, who’s barely standing on his own feet. “Jesus, what happened to you?” “You did.”

Another thing Scott soon learns about Peter. He was right. He. Never. Shuts. Up. Seriously. He’s always muttering about something, singing along to a song, talking to himself, chuckling while reading a comic book…Scott feels a volcano of anger inside him ready to erupt. “Do you ever shut up?” “Do you ever say anything besides asking me to shup up?” Peter shoots back “Oh, sorry, I forgot that you’re shy.” “I’m not shy, I just don’t like talking to you.”

It all goes to hell from then on.

Scott’s annoyed with Peter and Peter’s annoyed because Scott’s annoyed with him.

“I went from having an entire basement to myself to having to share a room with a fucking baby!” “I was here first!”

They both ask Charles to give each of them their own room.

Charles refuses.

One day Scott’s sugar drops and all of a sudden the currently abandoned box of twinkies on Peter’s bed look curiously inviting.

It was the last straw.

“You bastard!” “I’m not going to pick a fight with you.” “Well, too bad because I’m picking one with you. Square up, dipshit, let’s get rowdy!”

“Asshole.”

”Dickhead.”

They use duct tape to evenly split the room in half. Peter even took the door. “How the fuck am I supposed to go out now?!” “I left you the window, use that! Be happy I didn’t take that as well.” “How generous of you.” “You know it.” “Seriously, you’re the human equivalent of those lumps that form in rancid milk.” “Wow, what the fuck Summers!? Rude?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be.”

The tension between them’s obvious and it comes to a point when Charles sits them down and asks them to at least pretend to stand each other for others’ sake.

They try but fail miserably. “You are a disgusting individual.” “I will not stand here and be lectured by a 12 year old.” “I’m 18.” “You’re literally a baby!”

“Hey you got an award in the mail.” “Really? Where’s it from?” “The National Council on Assholing. It says here you won Best Asshole of the year.” “...Why are you such an asshole? Do you like getting hit or something? Wait! Don’t answer that, I don’t wanna know.”

At one point even Raven asks Charles if putting the two of them together in the same room was a good idea. “They balance each other out. Trust me, Raven, they need this.

Turns out he’s right.

It takes a while but much, to everyone’s surprise, they mysteriously, somehow manage to work it out without killing each other in the process.

A few days later Scott’s studying for one of his exams and his pen dies. He realizes he left the rest of his pen stash in Jean’s room and isn’t feeling up to go get them. Peter nonchalantly gives him one of his own. True to his poor luck Scott breaks it. “Hey, um...I broke your pen. Sorry” “That’s okay – I stole it.” Peter doesn’t even look up from his comic book. Scott blinks. “...Why are you Like That?” “Look, I have superpowers. That’s not going to change. What else am I supposed to do with them, sit in our room and watch tv? Don’t judge me.” “...I’m not.” Peter finally looks up from his comic and takes in Scott’s disheveled appearance. “I take it studying isn’t going well?” A groan’s his only reply. “Dude chillax, you're more nervous over this stupid exam than when we were in Cairo. The fuck?” Scott sighs “If I have to choose between saving the world and passing my chemistry exam…the end of the world is bad and all, but McCoy is scary.” For the first time since moving in Peter laughs. Sincerely.

Scott fucks up then and accidentally hurts Peter’s feelings “You know, you kinda remind me of my brother.” “Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?” “Both.” Peter doesn’t take offense but just stares as Scott’s face crumbles. “Your brother?” “Alex.” Scott replies “You know, the one you left to die.” Scott doesn’t mean it literally, he knows Peter’s not responsible for Alex’s death, but his words cut the speedster like a knife. For the first time since he’s moved in, he’s quiet throughout the entire night. Scott doesn’t question it at first. He has an exam to study for.

Peter’s nowhere to be found in the morning. When he doesn’t show up for training, that’s when others take notice and become worried. Charles doesn’t seem to be though, but he’s sporting this sad smile and it’s not a good sign.

His disappearance bothers Scott more than it should because the room is suddenly too quiet, there’s no one to bother him. He keeps on waiting for a certain silver blur to come by but he. just. doesn’t.

During one of their many daily strolls around the mansion, Jean brings the topic of Peter up and asks him if perhaps he said something or done something that might suggest his whereabouts.

Initially, Scott shakes with head.

Until he finally realizes.

He feels like a dick.

Jean assures him he’ll probably return soon, but reprimands him anyway.

When it’s evening and Peter still doesn’t return Scott considers going to Charles, but just as he’s about to do it, there’s a knock on the door.

It’s Peter.

Scott is relieved and immediately starts apologizing. Peter tells him that it’s okay.

Peter actually sits down and apologizes for not arriving in time to save Alex.

It turns out Peter’s feeling extremely guilty over what happened to Scott’s brother.

Scott tells him that he doesn’t blame him and that there was nothing he could’ve done.

It takes a while for both of them to calm down after this emotional talk. Peter honestly appreciates Scott’s words.

“You’re not so bad Summers. You know, for a baby.” “You’re not so bad yourself Maximoff. For a grandpa.” “Oh, the hair, I get it.”

“So I take it you’ve missed me.” “Everyone’s been wondering where you were. They knew that if I’d killed you, I’d keep the body for display.” Peter snorts “As if you could catch me.”

“Sorry for fucking off by the way. I tend to do that sometimes.” “It’s okay. It was my fault anyway. Just...don’t do it again, okay.” “Can’t promise, but mmkay.”

Seeing Peter and Scott actually getting along for the first time since they became the X-Men is shocking. Jean’s a telepath so she kinda already knows why they’re suddenly on good terms. Kurt and Ororo are clueless. “Since when are you two buddies?” “We’re kindred spirits” “By which he means that we utterly disgust each other.” “Yeah.” “But you’re always bickering and fighting with him.” “Yes, and I would also die for him. Try to keep up, blueberry.”

They’re best buddies.

Peter soon figures out that Scott as this not so secret crush on Jean. He doesn’t bring it up though, waits for Scott to slip up or admit it out loud.

He does.

“Can you keep a secret?” “Sure, but why would I?” “I’ll ignore that.” “So, what is it?” “I...kind of like Jean.” “Dude, I thought you said it was a secret.” “Is it that obvious?” “You need to stop making googly-eyes at her all the time. It’s weird and frankly, kind of creepy.”

“Scott I need to tell you something as well.” “Go ahead.” “...Magneto is my father.” Peter blurts out “Just thought you should know.” Scott stares at first and then burst into a laugh, thinking it’s another joke. He stops when he sees Peter’s serious expression. “You’re not kidding.” “I’m definitely not kidding.” “...You know that explains so much about you.”

Peter is slightly scared Scott will turn on him again because Erik was kind of involved in Alex’s death.

Scott tells him again that Alex’s death was an unfortunate accident and he doesn’t blame either Magneto or Ororo for what happened. He also assures him that he doesn’t care who his father is.

Peter’s relieved.

“Also my nameisnotPeteritsactuallyPietro” “...What?”

“Let’s just say I’m not a ‘you must reach friendship level 5 to unlock my tragic backstory’ person. I’m more like ‘you have to reach friendship level 5 to know my real name’ type of a person.”

He prefers to be called Peter though so he asks Scott to keep that to himself.

Scott promises to keep it a secret.

Peter promises to help him win Jean’s heart.

Turns out he’s the best wingman Scott could ever have.

When they’re hanging out together, Peter mentions to Kurt that Scott has a crush on Jean and doesn’t know what to do. Kurt, ever the romantic, suggests him to write her a letter.

“Blueberry, no, JUST NO. Bad idea. He has the artistic ability of a short-sighted mongoose.” “Thanks Maximoff.”

Peter comes up with his own idea.

“What do you mean you hit on Jean for me, what the fuck Peter!?” “SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT SCOTT!”

Peter succeeds and Scott gets the girl.

“Ok, Pete, I’m going to have Jean over tomorrow night, so if you don’t mind-” Scott begins one day, weeks after their first date. “I don’t.” Peter winks “Ohhh I see where this is going.” “Don’t tell anyone, you know Xavier has rules and shit.” “I won’t IF you don’t tell him about my hidden stash of stolen sweets and the arcades.” “It’s a deal.”

“Just leave my bed alone. It’s a sacred place.”

Peter spends the night in Kurt’s room who finally starts to understand why Scott suffered from lack of sleep in their early days.

“Why exactly are you here?” “You’re too pure for this, blueberry.”

In the morning Peter decides he’s done enough waiting and barges in their room, waking up both Scott and Jean.

“Don’t you knock!?” “Considering it’s my room as well...generally, no.”

“I brought you two breakfast by the way.” “I, um…thanks.”Jean seemed to genuinely appreciate his gesture. “It’s no trouble at all! Well, as long as you don’t make noises swallowing that the same way you did last night.” “PETER!” “dO YOU EVEN HAVE AN IDEA HOW THIN THE WALLS ARE HERE!?”

He runs off to Ororo before Scott could test his powers on him. “Hey ‘Ro, what do you think I should do if somebody told me they were going to peel me like a potato.” “And by somebody, I meant Scott.” “Honestly Peter, I thought I knew a lot of threatening words, but that one’s new.”

Peter continues teasing Scott for the rest of the day. Scott thinks he’s a menace. “Sometimes I want to tell you to go find someone to date already so you’ll stop pestering me, but then I remember what an inexpressibly annoying person you are and how no one deserves to deal with you.” “Thanks Scott, love you too, buddy.” “You know what, maybe you should find someone.” “I would rather be tied up, covered in honey, and left near a hill full of red ants. Naked.”

Scott decides to return the favor and find Peter a date.

Turns out Peter does have a tiny crush on Ororo. “No, I don’t. The only crush I have is the crushing weight of my existence.” “But it’s a perfect match! You’re single and she has low standards!” “Is that supposed to be an insult, you unimaginative dishrag?!”

Peter’s known for staying up late, disrespecting the few sets of rules Charles has given to them. He hates the confined feeling of the mansion and seeks the comfort of the outside world all the time. Thus, he always comes back sometime past school curfew. Usually, no one but Scott notices, but even he has come to his breaking point.Plus he’s still mad at him for the stuff with Jean. So one day, when Peter’s way past his curfew again, Scott absolutely refuses to open the door to their room. “Summers, it’s me, a shambling mockery of a mutant being. I know you’re awake. Open the door.” “Sorry, I can’t help you, we’re closed for the day.” “That’s very funny, Scott. I get it, you’re mad I stayed out past school curfew, but you’re not really going to make me sleep in the hallway, right?” He does.

#xmen #quicksilver #peter maximoff #scott summers #cyclops #headcanons #i headcanon that peter is the oldest #followed by ororo who's like 22-23 #and then jean #kurt #scott is the youngest

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quess-art · 5 years

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Tagged by the amazing @thelazyhermits, thanks!

Rules: Answer 17 questions (lol not anymore apparently) and tag some people

Nickname: Quess

Star Sign: Sagitarrius ♐

Height: 168cm

Last Film I Watched: My friend showed me Train to Busan and I loved it. I cried three times and by golly that Korean drama mixed in with exciting thriller was amazing 👌

Favourite Musician: I don’t really have a favourite just a list of songs I like. Toby Fox maybe? Cause ya’ll know every music he throws at us are straight BANGERS

Song Stuck in My Head: None as of now

Blogs I’m Following: 479 though most of them are abandoned now

What am I wearing?: Pajamas

Dream Job: I also want to become a voice actress as my dream job! The more attainable but still very desirable dream job of mine is to become a guidance counsellor. My experience with education was either really good or really bad and the reason for that is uncaring educators and a fucked-up schooling system. I’m grateful towards my great teachers who helped me not just academically but also socially and psychologically, and so spiteful towards the apathetic or sometimes straight-up sadistic teachers that I’ll try my damn hardest to never let a student feel horrible about themselves because of those people ever again. I’ve seen enough friends and students lose a part of themselves because they didn’t have an adult who listened.

Dream Trip: Anywhere! If I had the time and money for it, I’d like to travel everywhere I could to gain new perspectives redefine my previous experiences. Also, I just want to try different kinds of foods

Play Any Instruments?: Piano, recorder, danso, and violin when I was younger. It was forced on me (Asian parents things) so I never really took to playing music. I can still vaguely play the piano but the others I haven’t even touched since grade school

Languages: English and Korean

Favourite Food: You can’t go wrong with Korean BBQ!

Favourite Song: None but I usually listen to swing, jazz, ragtime, and electro-swing or videogame osts. But recently I’ve been cycling through Unlike Pluto’s Everything Black; Revenge, And A Little More; and Oh Raven

Random Fact: I have ᵗᶦⁿʸ ᶜʰᵒⁿᵏʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ that my family and friends tease me about endlessly ;-; I once met a really tall person through my friend who was blind and when we shook our hands, he said “wow you have pretty big hands for a kid?” as I said hello. He was like 16 or something ;;;-;;;;;;

No pressure to do them! Tagging: @baepsae10 @katekyo-bitch-reborn @thefloatingstone @nighttimepixels @artisticamore @mooncatyao @dazedogdraws and anyone else who’d like to do it! Please don’t be shy^^

#about me #tag meme

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cabaretofwords · 5 years

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11/11/11 Tag Game

I was tagged by @tricksexual

Rules: answer 11 questions, ask 11 questions, tag 11 people to answer your questions

My 11 questions are as follows:

1)What inspired your main character?

In the very first iteration of this story Ezra was kind of a side main character. He was a police officer who had to look after this enthusiastic rich girl who showed up to cause trouble. I believe his name was George or something similar.

He was the most interesting character to me. He is pretty much the only thing left from that first version and he isn’t the same character anymore (even in appearance)

2)What inspired your villain?

I’m not sure... he’s underdeveloped at the moment but there is a good blob o Amon from LOK in his motivations

3)What is your favorite line that you’ve written for your current WIP? What was the inspiration behind it?

i’ll let you know when i start editing

4) do you prefer to write in silence, with music, with any background noise?

videogame soundtracks

5) What’s your favorite genre to write for? What’s your favorite genre to read?

fantasy for both!

6) Have you tried different formats of writing (poetry, scripts, novelizations)? If so, which is your favorite?

i’ve tried my hand at poetry, and i can assure you i’m not very good. I enjoy short stories but even though it’s more work writing novels is my favourite.

7) What’s the one thing you WANT to write but haven’t yet? Why not?

I want to write second drafts and i haven’t because i haven’t finished the first ones yet

8) Which of your OCs would you date like hella hard?

I don’t know about dating but if I knew her in real life I would have a crush on Raine for sure

9) Which of your OCs would you literally beat down to a bloody pulp?

ummmm..... none of them?

10) Can you write me a haiku based on your favorite OC? Pretty please?

A hole in the fence

wirecutters and flashlight

She will lead the way

(i told you i’m not a poetry person)

11) What’s your favorite AU for your current WIP?

i don’t know.....

My 11 question:

1. describe your favourite setting in your WIP

2. Where does your title come from?

3. Your OCs are in a triathlon - who is takes swimming, bike riding and running?

4. Which character is a dog person, which is a cat person, which prefers reptiles?

5. what program do you write in?

6. what is the furthest you have gotten through writing a novel?

7. What movies/tv-shows/books/podcasts do you find inspire you to write?

8. Are there any fish in your WIPs

9. If i offer your OCs a hot drink, what would they ask for?

10. favourite word?

11. If you were a Disney character who would you be? (I’d be Burt from Mary Poppins)

I tag: @gay-lady-knight @crayon-ink @inked-foundry @immawritethat @raevenlywrites @bluewritesbadly @raven-is-weird@bexminx @touchingmadness @teacupwriter @eternalwritingstudent

#tag game #im sorry if these answers are rubbush #im sick and my brain is clogged so im a bit nonsense today

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pride-of-the-prince · 6 years

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Get to Know Me Meme!

Rules: Answer 20 questions then tag 20 (give or take) followers you wanna get to know better!

Tagged by: @xsaiyamanx

Name: Leon (I go by Lee most of the time tho)

Nickname: ‘Geta, Gohan

Height: 5'7

Nationality: Hispanic/African American

Favorite Fruit: Granny smith apples

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Smell: I’m actually not that big on smells. But I do love the smell of freshness, after a good cleaning or shower

Favorite Color(s): Black and Blue, baby!

Favorite Animal: D o g s

Tea, Coffee, Hot Cocoa: Hot cocoa all the way

Average Hours of Sleep: Anywhere from 5-7 x_x

Dogs or Cats: Both

Dream Trip: I’m hoping to study abroad in Tokyo!

When my blog was created: March, 2017 (More applies to the blog name. I archived my original sideblog so I could send asks from here)

# of Followers: About 128?

Random Fact: I’m a sociology student, but I’m a total sucker for the fine arts. Catch me outdancing Vegeta any day

Favorite Food: Ooh, that’s a tough one! But I’d say my favorite food is spicy shrimp rolls

Favorite TV show(s): Star Trek TOS/DS9, DBZ (obviously), X-Files

Favorite Movie(s): Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, DBZ: Fusion Reborn, Rumble in the Bronx

Favorite Vine: The one where the sesame street theme plays before Big Bird kicks down the door

Sexuality: Grey-ace

Gender: Non-binary

Favorite Book Series: Uhh-- I’m not gonna lie. I don’t keep up with books like I used to, sorry!

Favorite Videogame(s): The Resident Evil series, FFVII, Silent Hill series, Saints Row 2

Favorite Subject: Music

Favorite Fandoms: The Resident Evil fandom is quite honestly the nicest fandom I was part of. I also like it here, but in doses XD

Favorite Superhero: Raven

Guys or Girls: Girls, girls, girls.

Celebrity Crush: UHHHH? That’s super hard, choosing one. So I’ll give the best of both worlds and say Chris Hemsworth & Tessa Thompson

Last time I cried: Last week

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Dark brown

What Should I Be Doing: Studying like the nerd I am

Tagging 20 People (We’re not doing that lmao):

@super-dragon-fist

@saiyanbees

@deadendbullet

@jheece

@bastardsunlight

@urumisu-nicetomeetyou

@princess-bulla

@shallxt

@riicebled

@hopefromadoomedtimeline

And anyone else who wants to do it!

#Out of Saiyans #Meme fill

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bbrae videogames headcanons?

-Raven is never interested in video games, right? After all, they’re all lame games with gore for shock. Except one night, she sees Gar playing something like Bioshock or some other story driven game, and finds herself intrigued by the story line. Cue Raven starting to watch Gar play.

-Gar is weirded out at first ‘cuz like, why is she watching him?? Is she making fun of him, or…? But he doesn’t mind her company and likes answering her questions about the game.

-At some point, Raven finds herself frustrated that Gar’s stuck on some puzzle; she knows the answer, so she snatches the controls and manages to solve it and like. Wow, that was kind of awesome?

-It becomes a tradition to play story driven games together.

-It takes awhile for Raven to warm up to the controls because games are typically made with gamers in mind, and she’s just a beginner. But Gar is patient and happy to teach, and she eventually learns how to stop dying and running into things.

-They played The Last of Us together and where both sobbing ten minutes in. Both of them. Just. Tears.

-Raven still doesn’t care for first person shooter games like Zombies of COD. But she still joins in on game night every now and again. Racing games actually turn out to be really fun, especially when competing with Gar and Cy.

#ask me anything #westernfan1 #bbrae #bbrae headcannons

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janethepegasus · 6 years

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BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU RP Thing: Galaxia

An RP me and @pika-ace did relating to the BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU where our main seven face off against an akuma named Galaxia.

(Raven Claw Just successfully created an Akuma, Galaxia, and expects to do the one task, getting the Miraculous) (Then all of the sudden, Galaxia appeared in the middle of the room where he was in)

Raven: Wha-? What are you doing here?!

(Galaxia ignores Raven’s question) Galaxia: This place......is perfect for my tower......to grow and reach......the farthest reaches of space.....

Raven: What?! How dare you- *he's cut off as Galaxia grabs him by the neck*

Raven: Ack! What are you...?!

Raven: *choking* Put me down...I am your Master...I created you...!!

Galaxia: ......No.....you too.....need to see.....the beauty....of space.....and I don’t need......no objections......

(Raven's eyes widen as stars and space emerge from her and consume everything)

(Suddenly a large tower made out of stars and space emerge from Raven’s lair and grows taller and taller, going through the clouds and sky)

(In the city, everyone stops what they're doing and stares; the main seven all spot the tower growing from where they are)

Jeremy: What the fuck.....? Michael: Whaaaaaaaa???? O_O

(The two boys drop their videogame controllers) (Eric and Jordan look out the window from the couch where they're cuddling) Jordan: What in the name...?

Eric: What the...?

(They get up and look out the window) (Lin looks up from the park where he's walking Tobi and playing with his family) Lin: Dios mio...

(Joe looks out of the window and sees the large tower growing)

Joe: What in the name of...? (Post looks up and drops the plushie he's holding in his room)

Post: Woah...

(The tower keeps growing until it finally stops when the top can no longer be seen)

(The main seven stare at the tower)

Jeremy: Welp, duty calls. Michael: Yep.

Jordan: Guess we gotta do our thing. Eric: We always do.

(Lin exchanges a look with Vanessa who promptly starts to take Tobi and the boys home) Lin: Man, and it was such a nice day...

(Post looks at his Miraculous) Post: Duty calls!

Joe: Well, we have work to do

(Before he could transform, he walks over and grabs the Space Form Potion) Joe: Just in case...

(A few moments later, the main seven meet up on a roof of a building near the tower)

Owl: So, I’m sure all of us saw the tower.

Hound: How could you NOT?

Leo: Yeah, the damn thing is HUGE!! Not to mention TALL!

Cyber: Leo, that's the same thing -_- Leo: I know, but still!!

Dasher: So what’s the plan?

Timber: Honestly with a tower that tall, I think we gotta climb it

Swan: *looks up at the tower* Oh boy...

Leo: You think you and Swan can fly all the way up, Owl?

Owl: Of course.

(Swan and Owl spread their wings and fly towards the tower)

(They fly up towards the top of the tower)

(However, Galaxia sees them from her perch and parts of the tower fly out like arms and hit them HARD)

(Owl and Swan land hard on the ground, making a small crater upon impact) (Galaxia’s body glows and the tower starts to grow taller, reaching towards space itself)

(The other five hurry up to them) Leo: Holy shit, guys!

Timber: You Okay?!

Swan: ...ow... Owl: Correction...we can't...fly up to the top...

Leo: Of course it wouldn't be that easy... -_-

(They help them up) Hound: Guess we better start climbing...where's the front door?

Dasher: Umm..... *looks and sees the front door, somewhat blending in with the tower's walls* There!

(They all go and enter the tower)

(They enter inside and see that the inside is very surreal with many space/galaxy related things floating around)

Leo: Oooooh :0c

Timber: Welp, we better start climbing this space tower...

Hound: Oh boy.... (They start climbing)

(They climbed up the tower, however, it felt like they were climbing neverending stairs as for a whole hour of climbing, they were nowhere NEAR the akuma at all.) (They keep climbing, higher and higher, until suddenly, they can feel the air slowly fading away as they climbed higher)

(They all slump against the wall, breathing heavily)

Cyber: Wha....what the.....?

Leo: How...high...are we...? Hound: Jere...we...haven't...smoked anything...X3 Leo: Shut...up...

Dasher: Oh.....god....it's like.....we're near....space....or somethin'......!

(Cyber tries to take another step, but his legs collapse and Timber barely manages to catch him)

Timber: I.....got you....Peach....

(Everyone coughs and starts keeling over one by one) Dasher: Fuck...I can’t...breathe...

(Owl, seeing everyone coughing and struggling to stay up, weakly pulls out the Space Form Potion) Owl: I knew.....i would use this.....in case.....space itself.....is involved...

Leo: Oh yeah...forgot...Space Form...activate...! Cyber: Space Form...activate...!

(Leo and Cyber transform into their Space Forms)

(They take deep breaths as breathing suddenly becomes easier)

Leo: Oh thank god...

Cyber: That was too close...

Hound: Hey....! What.....about.....*coughs* us.....?!

Owl: *coughs* We have...to change...back...

(Hound, Dasher, Swan, Owl, and Timber change back)

(Cyber and Leo get the potion and quickly give it to the Kwamis as their friends continue to suffocate)

(Their kwamis transform into their Space Forms)

Cyber: Transform, now!

(They manage to say the thing and they transform into their Space Forms)

(They all take deep breaths and cough as air is thrust back into them) Timber: Holy shit...!

Hound: Air...precious air!

Dasher: Thank GOD!

Swan: That was close...

Hound: Yeah *looks at himself* Holy shit i look cool! :Dc

Dasher: Eyyyyyy I’m digging this outfit!

Owl: *looks at his wings, having a galaxy and stars as the feathers* Oh my......

Swan: Whoooooa 80c

Timber: Damn, I look- Cyber: *slightly blushes* ....beautiful... Timber: What was that? Cyber: Nothing!

(They venture onward, now only having to deal with the annoyance of a seemingly never ending trek upwards)

(They keep climbing for a while until they hear someone wheezing for air)

Leo: Who the- (The holders run up to see Raven Claw, on the ground)

Cyber: Raven Claw?!

(Raven doesn’t respond; his lips are blue, his eyes are blood shot and he’s gaping like a fish out of water from being so high up)

Hound: *panics a little* Umm...umm....do we help him out or what???

Leo: *whines frantically* I REALLY don’t want to but...GOD I don’t wanna watch this!!

Owl: As much as i hate to say this.....but i don't either... (Owl pulls out the potion, seeing that it has some juice left) Owl: *takes a deep breath* I may regret giving the magic of these forms to him.....but it's worth it now...

Swan: *kneels next to Raven* Brother? Can you hear us? (Raven doesn’t speak, still wheezing, but his eyes meet Swan’s)

Swan: That's it.....just look at me...

Swan: You need to transform back...it’s the only way to help you. (Raven’s eyes glint with something akin to conflict and pride, as the last thing he wants to do is accept help from his enemies)

Swan: I know you don't want our help.....but unless you want to die here......you have to trust us...

(Raven still doesn’t respond, still gaping) Hound: Okay, we’ll do this the humiliating way. Forcing you to accept help. (He yanks the Raven Miraculous off him making him change back and Dusk appears)

Dusk: Master, a-are you sure you're willing to give the magic of these forms to him?

Owl: *sighs* I’m not...but I’m also not willing to leave him to suffer... Leo: He better freaking appreciate this...

(Owl gives the potion to Dusk)

(Hound puts the Miraculous back on Spam) Hound: Okay dude, precious life is just three words away.

Hound: Just say the magic words and it's yours.

(Spam keeps wheezing and gasping, looking close to passing out) Spam: *barely audible and breathless* .......d-dus-sk......w-w-wings.........o-out..........

(He transforms and becomes his Space Form)

(Raven collapses to the floor, taking deep breaths and coughing roughly, his eyes and lips returning to normal color)

Swan: B-Brother....?

(Raven’s coughing dies down and he lies in the ground, breathing quite heavily; he peeks up to glare at them and the holders watch him warily)

Raven: *breathing heavily* You.....! >:(

Raven: How dare you...! (He tries to get up, but his body is still weak from lack of air) Leo: You’re welcome, ass-hat >:(

Hound: Just be thankful we saved your life jackass! >:(

Raven: *coughs* I’d rather...DIE...than be thankful...to you...! Timber: Unfortunately, little late for that bud

Swan: Yeah :P

(Raven manages to get to his knees, one hand on the wall to hold himself, and the other on his chest as he still gets his breath back) Raven: I didn’t...say...you could...save me... >:( Leo: Yeah, well, we’re superheroes and that means our morality’s a bitch, so get over it. >:P

Dasher: Yep! >:P

Cyber: Look, we came to clean up your mess, as usual, so that’s what we’re here to do, so we’ll just be on our way. After all normally when akuma’s turn on you, you’re glad to watch us defeat it.

Raven: *breathing heavily* Shut.....it.... >:(

Raven: *breathing heavily* And if...you think...this means I’m goin to- Dasher: Dude you already know the answer to that. Hound: Yeah, no one’s asking for a truce cause that just feels wrong when it comes to dealing with you. You know, cause we hate you

Cyber: Anyway, we have an akuma to defeat, so we’ll just be on our way. (They walk past Raven and keep going up)

(Raven, still trying to catch his breath, gives one little glance at them as they leave him be) Raven: *internally* I wonder.....can I use this form for whatever I desire...? Not now....but soon... (Back with the Holders, they keep climbing up)

Hound: I think this is the first time in HISTORY that someone has felt conflicted about doing a good deed -_-

Leo: Yeah, cause it involved Raven Claw!

Owl: Well, regardless, we probably somehow would have felt worse had we left him there

Swan: Yeah...

Dasher: Let's just hope to god he doesn't hold it over us

Leo: Yeah....let’s hope he doesn’t use that form for whatever he wants....

Timber: I wouldn't worry; the most he can do now with that form is fight us in space; since we have this form now it's more like we evened the odds instead of give him an advantage

Hound: Yeah!

(They keep walking up the stairs) Leo: GOD, it feels like we've been walking for fifty YEARS!!

Hound: I think my legs are gonna be JELLY once we get to the top!

Timber: *in the lead* Man, I never thought I'd find a hike that wore me out, but hey, guess life's just full surpris-ES!!!! *he steps on the next step and starts floating up*

Timber: What the hell?!

Owl: I think we've just exited the atmopshere

Swan: We're THAT high up?!

Dasher: Apparently!

Leo: Sweet! (He runs up to where Timber is and jumps into the air to float with him)

Leo: Woo! :D

Hound: *joins them* This oughta help us get to the top faster! :D

Leo: Hell yeah!

Dasher: Oh yeah, I forgot we can freaking FLY with this form

(Dasher joins them and floats around)

Cyber: Well, the faster we get this done, the faster we can go home and forget that we saved the life our arch nemisis (Cyber, Owl, and Swan go and float with them)

Dasher: *chuckles* Ya know, floating around like this is kinda fun! :D

Leo: I know right? C'mon, let's get to the top already! (They all start flying up the stairs at a fast speed)

(They fly up the stairs at top speed)

Hound: Weeeeeeee! :D

Dasher: Wooooo!! :D

(Finally, they reach the top)

(They see the akuma standing on the very top of the tower while overlooking all of the stars in space)

Hound: *softly* There she is...

Swan: *softly* She's not doing anything......she's just...standing there...

(The cautiously approach her)

(Then, Galaxia slowly turns her head towards them, not saying a word)

Leo: Uh...hi?

Galaxia: .................Hello.

(The holders all look at each other) Leo: Uh...whatcha doin?

Galaxia: .....Stars......i'm watching the stars......the view of space.......is beautiful.......

Hound: Uh yeah...yeah it is...

(Galaxia turns away from them and keeps looking at the stars in space)

Swan: Um...is that all you're gonna do? Watch the stars from here?

Galaxia: ........Yes.......but maybe......i can go further.......and see the planets.....of this galaxy...... (Suddenly, they felt the tower shake a little and the tower starts to grow again)

Dasher: Whoa, okay!

(The Holders look down and see they were moving further away from Earth as the tower grows)

Timber: Jesus...

(Owl gets a small panic attack as they go further away from Earth, but Dasher pats his back) Dasher: *softly to Owl* Just calm yourself Owl Dad.

Dasher: We're all right here

(Owl takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down until he finally calms down)

(Seeing as Galaxia isn't doing anything, the holders fly around her from a short distance, looking for her akuma)

(Galaxia glares at them and pushes away the Holders) Galaxia: .......Don't......interrupt....

Leo: Okay okay...

(Galaxia's hands glow and the tower grows faster)

Hound: Uh, okay, I'm confused, your evil plan is to just make this tower grow?

Galaxia: ..........No.......the galaxy......i want.......to see it all......i will give you my akuma.......if i see the whole galaxy.......and everything that it has.......

Owl: Oh dear that could take some time...

Hound: DUDE, the galaxy is like, HUGE! You expect us to just sit around and WAIT for you to have your little galaxy tour?! It'll take YEARS before you've seen EVERYTHING!

Galaxia: It will...be worth the wait...

(The tower keeps growing until after some time has passed, they can see Mars come into view)

Cyber: We've got to get her akuma and stop this! Dasher: Yeah, I'm feeling pretty homesick right now...

Owl: Me too....

(The holders float around her from a distance again to try and find her akuma)

(Galaxia tapped her foot and the very top sky rocketed above them, making the very top higher than it was before)

Hound: Whoa! (Cyber tries to use the opportunity to fly in close to her)

(Galaxia was still standing there, looking at space)

(Without looking she grabs Cyber with her hand when he gets close, pinning his arms)

Cyber: What the?!

Galaxia: I said...don't interrupt...

(Cyber struggles)

Timber: Put him down!! >:(

(Galaxia glares and then throws Cyber away from the tower, letting him float through space)

(Cyber recovers and flies back to the tower)

(Cyber flies close to Galaxia, and without looking, Galaxia grabs him by the neck) Galaxia: Don't.....interrupt....

Dasher: Cyber, I think she's trying to tell you something! Cyber: *choking and grabbing at the hand around his neck* Oh...really...? I hadn't...noticed...! >:(

(Galaxia tightens her hold on Cyber) Galaxia: .....Go....away....

(Cyber's struggles weaken from lack of air but she doesn't let go) Timber: STOP!! (Timber flies up and kicks her hand, making her let Cyber go, and he quickly grabs him and flies away from her)

(Timber holds Cyber close as he flies away from Galaxia)

(Cyber coughs and Timber lands) Timber: You okay, peach?

Cyber: *coughs* Y-Yeah...

Leo: Okay, close contact, pretty out of the question, got it. Hound: What the hell are we supposed to do, then?!

Dasher: I dunno! Anybody got long range attacks or something?!

Leo: Oh yeah...haven't used my roar in a while... Cyber: Yes...I do to... *tries to get up from Timber's arms but stumbles*

Hound: I obviously can't do my thing, unless Miraculous Magic protects dogs from dying in space :/

Leo: Guess it's just Cy and me...or just me until Cy can breathe again *looks at Cyber who's being supported by Timber*

Timber: *softly* I gotcha Peach....

Timber: Maybe next time don't fly at giant space ladies like a hummingbird X3 Cyber: Shut up...

Leo: Sooooo, guess it's just me then.

(Leo flies up and faces her from a distance so she can't reach) Leo: I'll go for the face! Lion's Roar!

(Leo roars loudly at Galaxia)

(The sound waves hit Galaxia and she staggers backwards on the tower)

(She tries to regain her balance but she slips and falls off from the top)

Hound: Oh SHIT!

Leo: ......Crap O_O

(They all run to the edge of the tower but she slowly flies back up and glares down at them)

Leo: Um......hey...?

Galaxia: I told you...go away...!

Owl: Too bad. We're not going away until we get your akuma! >:(

Galaxia: No...not until I see it all...!

Hound: Yeah, no. We're not gonna wait a BILLION years just so you can see every inch of space! >:(

Galaxia: Stop...interfering...! (She grows to a giant size and reaches out and grabs them all in her massive fists)

Leo: AH!

(She steps back onto the top of the tower and the holders struggle in her hands)

Dasher: Erk.....let us go! You....space lady......!

Galaxia: *looks at them closely* Your Miraculous...they are like the stars...

Hound: Oh god.....please don't..... Owl: We'll die.....if she takes.....our Miraculous here....!

Galaxia: People like you...are not worthy to have stars in your possession...

Galaxia: I will.....take them.....away from you.....

(She holds them all in one hand and slowly reaches towards one of them, when she staggers and cries out and something hit her back; a large shadow scythe)

Leo: What the?!

(Galaxia turns to see Raven Claw flying at the top of the tower, glaring at her)

Galaxia: ......You.....!

Raven: God, you ruined EVERYTHING!! You were the perfect match to go up against those imbeciles and you HAD to make my tower YOUR tower! Because of you THEY had to save my life!! Do you KNOW how humiliating that is?! And NOW in getting my revenge on you I’m ALSO saving them! I’m NEVER going to feel clean after this and it’s ALL YOUR FAULT! *hits her with the scythe again*

(Galaxia screams in pain)

Raven: Now, I’ll be taking my gift of power back; clearly, you weren’t deserving of it. (His hand starts to glow and so does her akuma)

Galaxia: No.....please.....don't.....!

(The tower starts to rapidly shrink as Raven slowly takes her powers away, making Earth come back into view)

(Galaxia pleas and begs for Raven to stop, but he doesn't listen)

(The tower shrinks back to the size of Raven’s tower back on Earth and Raven’s akuma finally flies out of the object and back into his hand, makin. Galaxia revert back to normal)

Leo: Wow.....

Hound: Oh...oh GOD WE JUST GOT SAVED BY FUCKING RAVEN CLAW!! DX Raven: Trust me, I feel just as sick to my stomach. >:(

Swan: Soooo.....guess Raven got a little taste of what it's like to be the hero, huh?

Raven: Shut. Your. Mouth. >:(((((((

Dasher: Well.....that was.....something. 0_0

Owl: Indeed it was...

Hound: Yep... O_O

Timber: And hey, bird brain was able to actually de-power an akuma that betrayed him, kudos XD

Swan: Yeah! But it's unlikely he's gonna save us again XD

Raven: At this point its more likely I’ll SLIT YOUR THROATS IN YOUR SLEEP!!! >:((((((((((((

Dasher: Woah, okay, don't piss off crow man or else blood's gonna be spilled, got it. O_O

Raven: *deep breath* Just don’t speak of this day again, and I think I’ll be able to restrain myself

Owl: Noted.

#bmc miraculous ladybug au #bmc au #squip #Jordan Ellis #jeremy heere #michael mell #post the Squip #lin manuel miranda #joe iconis #spam

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praisethcsun-archive · 6 years

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tagged by: @yellowfingcr THANKS!!!! tagging: @knightessofcatarina @darkmoonwraith @autidcte and tbh,, anyone who wants to steal this yo

please repost ! you don’t have to add any questions at the end if you don’t want to, you can just answer them. or not, that’s cool too. <3

YOUR FAVOURITE ANIMAL ? foxes are so cute....... and so are ravens and crows

YOUR FAVOURITE QUOTE ? lmao do i dare to write the “one sky, one destiny” letter from kingdom hearts????im a fucking nerd

HAVE YOU EVER ACCIDENTALLY BROKEN SOMETHING, AND REGRETTED IT A LOT ? look im. a clumsy butt. i broke lots of stuff. i think the #1 sad broken thing was this big toy sword that made sounds and lights and it was so dope and i accidentally got into the larping a tad bit too much :^)

DO YOU STILL LIKE THE SAME THINGS YOU DID AS A KID ( EG. BOOKS, MOVIES ETC. ) ? for the most,,, yes lmao

LET’S TALK ABOUT HAIR, WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR HAIRSTYLE/COLOUR TO BE DIFFERENT & WHY ? i really want to die them scarlet red or pink, and perhaps cutting them just a tad bit, above the shoulders

DARK, MILK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE ? as dark as it gets yo. 70-80% chocolate is the best thing humankind could come up with

ARE YOU INTERESTED IN HISTORY ? SEEING WE ALL HAVE RP ACCS WITH AN HISTORICAL BACKGROUND. IF YES, WHICH PERIOD YOU LIKE BEST ? FAM YES there are various time periods that i couldn’t give half of a heck about (coughs @most of american history and italy after the late 1800) but. the 1800 in general is so good. i love the victorian era and i love the french revolution a lot

WHAT IS THE WEIRDEST DREAM YOU CAN REMEMBER HAVING ? i probably talked about it 32894 times in my main but. me destroying christmas in july while riding a my little pony was something worth remembering

VAMPIRES OR WEREWOLVES ? werewolves, without a doubt

WHAT IS YOUR DREAM JOB ? actually writing/drawing comics for a living. being overall an illustrator or a character designer for videogames or books are also very good job ideas

A QUESTION YOU’D LIKE TO ASK ME BUT DON’T DARE ? notice me senpai im an anxious butt but i love ur writing ok bye

#( ☀ |[ Out of Souls | OOC ]| ☼ )

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Up Close and Personal part 3

hello my loves i am so sorry for being so absent lately i hope you know how much i love you all and missed you all! SO i have been getting a lot of asks about a third installment to my Up Close and Personal series so here it is! I hope you all enjoy it! Its pretty long but unfortunately no real smut in this part sorry for those who were after some! There will be a smutty part 4 though so keep an eye out!

the whole fic was posted on AO3 so find part’s 1 and 2 there if you want to refresh or read for the first time here is the link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12226914/chapters/27775992

sorry again and thanks for your support xxx

“Do you know if Jughead’s going to Cheryl’s party?”

Betty’s eyes widened at the implications behind Veronica’s deliberately flippant words. She blanched as her thoughts whirred messily around her brain.

“B?” her dark haired counterpart, nudged her side.

Shaking her head to regain coherent thought, Betty looked over at her best friend.

“Uh I’m not sure, sorry,” she answered, green eyes scrutinising Veronica’s face.

They continued walking for a moment, the air between them silent while the hallways filled with white noise of slamming lockers, and medial teenage chatter.

Stealing her nerve, Betty decided to further engage the topic. She was a little unsettled by the nausea bubbling in her stomach and the bile in her mouth at the thought of Veronica pursuing Jughead. It wasn’t like he was hers- she didn’t have a claim on him. But they were… something.

“Is there a reason you’re asking V?”

Veronica paused and then turned to face her with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in a way that suggested mischievous intent.

“Just that if he was going, I thought I might make a special effort to extend my hospitality. I mean being new is difficult, I would know.”

Betty rolled her eyes. Usually her friend’s cleverly crafted words that basically translated to looking for a new male conquest would entertain her. However, the subject matter it was directed at only served to ignite a green fire within her.

“Veronica he was a student here before you and only transferred to Southside for a few months,” Betty pointed out dryly. “Admit it- you just want to get in his pants.”

Veronica gasped dramatically, though her eyes were shining and Betty knew she wasn’t really offended.

“Can you blame me? He’s hot. How come you never mentioned you grew up with this generation’s James Dean as part of your golden trio?”

Betty bit her lip. She knew he was hot. God she knew it a lot better than Veronica did. She had seen the abs beneath his flannels and black t-shirts. She had seen his hair wild and beanie-less, after it had been thoroughly tugged by her own hands. She had seen his eyes darkened with lust and heard the low tenor of his voice in the throes of passion. And now would probably be the perfect time to mention that she knew all of this. But for some reason the words wouldn’t come.

Whatever it was she and Jughead were doing- and god were they doing it a lot- they hadn’t really talked about it. It was just a thing. A thing that was good. A thing that was just between them. A thing she didn’t know if he would want to be disclosed to the public. A thing that was so wonderfully simple yet so damn complicated at the same time.

“What are you wearing to the party anyway?” Betty asked deciding a change of subject was much safer territory yet staying on topic enough to not be suspicious.

“Well I just got the hottest outfit online-“Veronica began before her eyes widened and her mouth immediately clamped shut. “Speak of the outrageously attractive devil.”

Betty looked at her in confusion, but just as she opened her mouth to question what the raven haired girl was on about a strong hand reached out to grab her wrist. Electricity sparked beneath her skin, alighting her whole body.

“Sorry, Betty can I borrow you for a sec?” Jughead’s deep voice spoke confidently, leaving no room for objection. His blue eyes peered down at her piercingly, making her breath catch in her throat.

“Yeah, V I’ll see you later,” the blonde quickly dismissed tearing her eyes away from Jughead’s for a moment before turning around to follow him down the crowded halls.

His strong grip didn’t falter as he almost dragged her to the Blue and Gold “office”. His determined steps and focussed gaze made Betty’s stomach flip with anticipation. She recognised that look and her pulse was beating frantically at the ideas it conjured within her mind.

Within seconds of reaching their destination Jughead had Betty backed up against the door, the lock clicked into place and his mouth was on hers.

She gasped at the passionate attack, her hands fisting in his shirt as his body pressed up against hers. He smelt faintly of cigarette smoke and spice and that combined with the way his mouth was slanting hotly over hers was affecting her like a sedative, making her knees weak and her brain fuzzy.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she gladly opened her mouth wider. Her own tongue moved to dance with his, stroking erotically while she pressed herself impossibly closer to his warm body. One of his hands was pressed against the door next to her head caging her in while the other was making an arousing trek from her hip to her ribcage, thumb grazing the underside of her breast through her sweater.

“Mm Jug,” she mumbled when his mouth broke away from hers to trace sinfully down her neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin as her hips rocked into his own.

Betty could feel his smirk against her skin. Not to be outdone she hitched a leg up around his hip and grinded against the growing hardness beneath his jeans.

Jughead let out a low sound akin to a growl and slipped both his hands into her back pockets squeezing firmly as his mouth once again found hers. They languidly entertained the passionate push and pull of lips as she tugged on his dark locks, displacing the beanie from his head. Without warning Jughead moved his hands out of her pockets and onto her thighs to lift her. Instinctively her legs wrapped around his hips and they let out simultaneous groans as the change of angle aligned their centres more acutely. He could feel the heat of her wanting through her jeans at it made his kisses all the more aggressive.

Their mouths synchronised to the frantic movement of their hips as they devoured one another. Betty felt hot all over as she let herself be consumed by Jughead. It was so unlike her- or rather the her that she had to be at school- to do something so scandalous; like make out furiously with a newly minted Southside Serpent who wasn’t even officially her boyfriend in the news room.

The danger only excited her further. A particularly well angled push of his hips forward caused her to break away with a heavy pant and her head fell back against the door with an audible thump.

“Hi,” Jughead murmured, warm breath fanning her face while his darkened blue gaze consumed her with heat.

“Hey,” she breathed back, willing her racing heart to calm while trying to ignore her desperate need for friction with the way he was still holding her and they were still pressed together.

“So this is what you needed me for?” Betty teased lightly. Her chest contracted at the twinkle in his eyes and the sly smile he offered her.

“You don’t seem to be complaining.” Jughead punctuated his words by grinding his hips against hers and moving his hand up to cup her breast firmly. Betty whimpered at the feeling, eyes falling shut.

“Definitely not, just wondering what brought on this sudden need.” Her mouth was working its way along his jawline now tantalisingly.

“Those jeans,” he moaned as he moved his head so that she could have better access to his skin.

Betty’s wicked smile against his pulse point quickly turned into a breathy laugh as he quickly gripped her tight and moved so that she was perched on a desk and he was standing between her thighs.

“I have a feeling they’ll look much better on the floor though.”

“Betty when did you get so good at this? Actually scratch that- when the hell did you even learn how to play?” Archie asked incredulously as he dropped his game controller on the ground next to him.

Betty laughed from her place on the couch her long legs sprawled across Jughead’s lap. She shrugged modestly, placing her own controller to the side.

“Juggie taught me.”

Said boy looked over at her fondly, one of his arms resting on the back of the couch. Her fingers itched to reach up and lace with his.

Archie glanced over his shoulder at her, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“When was this?”

Jughead raised a brow at the red-head. “You’re not always here you know,” he deadpanned.

It was true, Archie and Jughead alternated shifts helping Fred at the construction site and on top of that Archie had football practice and music lessons, leaving an empty house. And often Betty would come over and keep Jughead company while the house was in such a state. She tried to fight off the blush that was rising rapidly to her cheeks at the thought of all the explicit things they did while no one else was home-and sometimes while they were. Though at the mention of it, she realised that for as much time as they spent making out and having sex since that first time, her and Jughead had begun to do a lot of other medial things while hanging out alone too; such as him teaching her to play videogames.

Archie nodded.

“I didn’t realise you two were spending so much time together,” his tone was not unfriendly or accusatory, but the way his gaze narrowed in on Jughead’s hand stroking the smooth skin of her calf did not go unnoticed by either party.

“Yeah well,” Betty articulated awkwardly, making a non-committal gesture with her hand before redirecting it to smooth back loose strands of hair falling from her pony tail.

A heavy silence fell over them.

Suddenly a shrill buzzing broke through the air, Jughead’s phone on the coffee table vibrating with it.

The dark haired boy sighed before picking it up.

“Yeah?” He answered, voice reserved.

There was mumbling on the other end.

“Okay be right there.” He hung up abruptly and then proceeded to gently shift Betty’s legs off of his lap, rising from the couch.

“I gotta go.”

“What where?” Betty sat upright, worry filling her veins in an icy fashion.

“I just have to go,” Jughead threw over his shoulder, his voice a dark warning to not press the issue as he walked toward the front door, only pausing to throw a specific leather jacket over his shoulders. Usually he wouldn’t leave it out in the open, but Fred was in Chicago for the weekend finalising some paperwork for the divorce.

Betty frowned, shrinking back at his shortness.

“Jug-“ Archie began only to be interrupted.

“Don’t wait up.” The door slammed shut behind him, leaving a thick tension hanging in the air, dwarfing the previous awkwardness all together.

“Shit,” Archie sighed, running a frustrated hand over his face.

Betty fell back against the cushions. She had to admit seeing him in that jacket did things to her; dirty sinful things. But the ache between her legs and the fire in her belly was instantly quelled by the anxiety growing in her chest. She hated when he did that. She hated when he was with them. She understood to a degree that the Serpent’s were like the family he didn’t have- they were there picking up broken pieces left behind by an imprisoned father and runaway mother- but it didn’t mean she liked the idea of him sneaking out into the night to participate in gang related activities.

“I hate it when he does that. I can’t relax,” she admitted after a minute, turning to look at Archie.

Her long time neighbour nodded solemnly before fixing her with an intuitive gaze.

“He’s our friend Arch.” Betty prayed her voice was convincing.

“And there’s nothing going on between you guys?” He pried.

Betty rolled her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat lying always caused.

“What else would we be?”

“I don’t know but you looked awfully cosy a moment ago and it sounds like you’ve been spending a lot of time together lately….” Archie continued, cautiously.

“Like I said we’re friends.”

Friends.

The word echoed in her brain almost tauntingly. They were friends. And really they hadn’t spoken about being anything other than that. Sure she didn’t fuck her other friends or spend her time thinking about when she could next get them out of their clothes, or how their hands felt gliding over her skin, or whispering naughty things in her ear. But they were friends and neither one of them had extended an olive branch suggesting they wanted to be anything other than that besides the physical aspect of things.

So why did the title suddenly leave an ache in her chest?

Two days later she discovered why.

It was Sunday afternoon. Betty had gone over to the Andrew’s after church, telling her parents she was going to Kevin’s to work on a history project, and therefore, wouldn’t be joining them for brunch. She could only imagine her mother’s reaction if she found out she was actually next door lying in bed with Jughead Jones, wearing nothing but his flannel after engaging in some serious sinning and eating some overly sugared cereal straight from the box.

Jughead was propped up against his head board, clad in only a pair of black boxers, legs stretched out and arms folded behind his head, while she sat next crossed legged next to him.

“Shakespeare or Hemingway?” Betty asked, through a mouth full of Lucky charms.

Jughead scrunched up his face at her in mock disgust to which she just opened her mouth wider.

“You’re gross,” he commented sardonically.

“Says the guy who once ate ten burgers in one sitting. Answer the question.”

“Hemingway. Cats or Dogs?”

Betty snorted at which Jughead quirked a questioning eyebrow, reaching into the cereal box himself.

“Deep.”

“We’re playing ‘This or That’ Betts, it’s not exactly a game of intellect,” He retorted, his hand retreating from depositing the food in his mouth and coming to rest on her thigh, fingers idly stroking the skin.

“Both,” she finally decided with a grin. “Food or sex?”

Jughead’s eyes flashed wickedly, but before she had a chance to become concerned his hands reached out to grab her by the waist, pulling her over his body so that she was straddling his hips. Betty squealed at the action, one hand clutching the box while the other rested on his deliciously bare chest.

“Both,” Jughead smirked at her, eyes raking over her playfully. “Actually right now is perfect.”

Betty laughed, revelling in this playful side of him so few got to see and rarely even her in the past few months. Shaking her head she placed the box down beside them, bringing her hand up to rest on his shoulder.

“Shut up,” she breathed, smile not leaving her face as one of his hands carded through her blonde curls, pushing the wild tresses off her shoulder; his other stroked lazy patters against her hip.

Leaning forward his lips hovered over hers for a moment before they came down in a soft kiss. It was unlike their others. This was… tender. It was lazy and sweet, not passionate and full of lust. Yet it still took her breath away as his lips delicately coaxed hers into an intoxicating push and pull. The hand on her hip trailed down her thigh and then back up, his fingers warming the bare skin where his shirt had ridden up on her in their current position. What took her by surprise though was that his movements didn’t radiate with sexual intent like they usually did when they ended up in a position like this. Rather it felt oddly intimate in a completely new way.

And that’s when she realised the ache in her chest was asking for more. It was asking for this. This domesticity, this blissful peace. Betty found herself a little off kilter with the realisation.

Breaking apart his forehead rested against hers. A lazy smile on his lips, while her hands pushed his ebony locks away from his forehead.

“Juggie,” she whispered, as his eyes fluttered open. They were startlingly blue and her heart skipped a beat.

“Hmm?” he sighed contently, hand still making those treacherous movements on her skin.

“What are we doing?”

He went rigid beneath her hands, his own freezing in place.

“What do you mean?” His voice was soft still but suddenly guarded and Betty swallowed down a lump in her throat.

“I mean this. You and me. What are we doing?” Her green eyes searched his pleadingly. She needed to be grounded, she needed to find somewhere safe to land.

Silence.

She held her breath.

“I don’t know Betts,” he sighed finally, his jaw tense.

Betty felt her heart sink a little, though she couldn’t blame him. She was just as lost. She didn’t know what she was hoping for subconsciously, but it was more than that.

“Okay.”

“Juggie,” Betty answered a suggestive lilt in her voice; after all it was 12am on a Saturday night, what else would he be calling for?

The other end of the line remained silent and her face scrunched in confusion.

A sharp, staggering breath and a wheezing cough made her chest squeeze uncomfortably.

Something was off.

“Jughead?” she tried again, barely managing to keep the panic out of her tone, while she mustered her best authoritative voice.

“Hey Betts,” his gravelly voice finally spoke.

The blonde shot up in her bed, the anxiety she was trying to keep at bay rapidly encroaching upon her body. He sounded weak and in pain. His words had come out almost as a groan and she could’ve sworn she heard a wince, even though she knew he had mostly pulled away from the speaker so that she wouldn’t.

“What’s going on?” Betty pleaded, doing her best to remain calm and not get caught up in the plethora of horrible situations that were running through her brain that would have ended with him in a state of pain.

“Everything’s fine okay.” Jughead tried to placate obviously picking up on her growing worry, though the sharp inhale mid-sentence did nothing to quell her fear.

“Bullshit,” she spat back at him, her anger ignited by that fear and growing.

Jughead sighed and this time she was sure she heard a wince.

“There may have been a slight motorcycle accident. And I may need you to come and pick me up.”

“An accident,” Betty repeated as her free hand clenched into a tight fist at the image her brain concocted of his mangled body, black leather scraping across asphalt. Her nails scraped against her skin.

“Yeah… Betty I’m fine but my bikes not exactly rideable otherwise I wouldn’t be asking. And I know your parents are probably gonna kill you and I’m sorry I just don’t have anyone else to call,” He rambled while the sounds of uncomfortable shifting echoed in the background, leaking through the speaker.

Betty’s chest ached at the reminder of his hardship, while butterflies swarmed in her stomach at the knowledge he had called her. That even when everyone else was disappearing from his life, he trusted that he had her and that she would show up.

Both emotions were quickly subdued though as he grunted and worry crashed over her again like an ice cold wave.

“Where are you?”

“On the Southside, just over the border,” Jughead relayed cautiously, though Betty wasn’t shocked by the revelation.

“Okay I’m coming.”

Betty spent the entire drive to the Southside clutching the steering wheel in a death grip. She couldn’t think clearly, her mind was a mess and her skin felt much too small for her body. Her clothes were suffocating, and her rational mind thanked god for the warm weather, as she could get away with just her sleep shorts and t-shirt without catching her death.

The worry and anxiety was eating her alive. All she could think about was Jughead and how badly bruised he would be when she saw him. She was terrified. And it was that trepidation that made her terrified for a completely new reason. Because this wasn’t the kind of fear someone felt for a “just friend”. This was the kind of fear that made you literally ill. The kind of paralysing worry that kept you up at night and made you feel like the earth was caving in. And she was feeling it now for Jughead. It terrified her to think about how deep she had fallen into this thing with him. It terrified her to realise how much her own existence had become entwined with his. And they weren’t even together.

After what felt like forever but was barely a twenty minute drive at this time of night Betty was crossing the border that separated the North and South sides of Riverdale. She kept her hands steady on the wheel while her eyes darted around nervously, searching for Jughead. After another few minutes, she spotted him down the road just past the highway entrance.

Her breath came out choppy as she took him in slumped against a tree trunk, his mangled bike a few feet away. It was completely wrecked. But from her place in the car, cloaked in darkness bar the headlights she couldn’t make out his injuries.

Pulling over she scrambled out of the car, fighting off the bile bubbling up her throat.

“Juggie!” she cried frantically, running over to him.

Jughead looked up, and staggered to his feet biting back a wince. She reached him quickly. They stood inches apart, heavy breathing filling the air between them. There was a rip in the thigh of his jeans, dried blood visible there and on his hands. Yet, despite the site making her cringe with worry, she felt like she could finally breathe again in his presence, her heart hammering against her chest, but not feeling quite so cracked anymore.

Betty’s eyes were wild and searched for his. Jughead however, had his head cast down and wouldn’t look at her properly.

“Jug,” she whispered gently, her hand resting gently on his cheek to pry his head up.

Reluctantly Jughead raised his head to look at her, his eyes devastatingly blue yet distant, jet black hair falling over them, while dried blood caked his forehead. Betty gasped though as she took in his whole face and realised his right eye was bruised and swelling, while a cut decorated his cheek bone just below.

Her hand gripped his cheek more firmly and Jughead let her tilt his head to the side to inspect better. He knew the look on her face was one of pure determination and not to be messed with. Because Betty wasn’t just worried now, she wasn’t just scared. She was really fucking angry, though he wasn’t yet sure if it was with him for lying or not.

Her brows were creased and her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth as her vibrant eyes scrutinised his face.

Meeting his eyes again, some of the fire in her own seemed to diminish. Stroking his cheek tenderly Betty let out a sigh.

“You said it was an accident,” she whispered.

“I know,” he replied cautiously, placing his large hand on top of her delicate one where it rested against his cheek.

“You lied.”

He let out a shaky breath, swallowing his pain.

“Not here,” he whispered meaningfully nodding toward where her car was parked.

Betty looked like she wanted to protest but nodded stepping back from him and taking slow steps toward the vehicle. She didn’t ask if he was okay, she knew he wasn’t but he would say he was.

Jughead’s hand reached out suddenly to grab her own, halting her movement. He inhaled sharply as the sudden bend caused the burn in his side to flare obnoxiously. Betty’s face contorted with concern as she gripped his hand back tightly.

“Thank you,” he said lowly, the sincerity behind the words and the earnest look on his face making her chest contract and her stomach flip.

“Of course,” she replied with equal conviction and the air felt thick around them for reasons more than the humid night.

Helping him into the car she quickly rounded on her own side, and turned the ignition.

“Home?” she asked, looking over to where he was sprawled against the passenger seat eyes closed.

“Yeah, but not the one you’re thinking.”

A short while later they pulled up outside his dad’s old trailer. The air was eerie as the engine cut out, the night still, bar a few resounding echoes of parties and drunken yelling in the distance.

Betty unbuckled her seat belt and quickly moved round to the other side of the car to help Jughead. He was already out of his seat and closing the door when she rounded on him. He refused to let her help him inside insisting he was okay, but his limping gate and stuttering breaths propelled her to wrap an arm around his waist anyway.

Digging into a flower pot he produced a spare key and unlocked the door.

She flicked the light switch and helped him to a chair by the small kitchen while the lights buzzed bathing the room in a dim yellow glow.

“First aid kit?” Betty asked tying her hair back out of her face.

“Betty you don’t-“Jughead began to protest but the pointed look she shot him made it clear any objection was futile.

“Cupboard above the sink,” he sighed nodding toward the kitchen.

Betty turned on her heel, quickly moving to the disclosed location. She didn’t let her eyes linger on the small signs that somebody lived here, or rather once did. Technically it was still Jughead’s dad’s home, but he was in prison and it was uninhabited. It was as if they were in a museum. Left exactly as it had been, untouched, fossilised. It caused a shiver to run down her spine, but she quickly ignored that and the heartache she was feeling all over again at the reminders of a harsh life lived by an undeserving boy.

Rising up on her tip toes she was able to reach the first aid kit. She then grabbed a clean looking dish towel from the bench and ran it under the tap before she returned to Jughead.

Sitting down in the chair next to him Betty began sorting through the contents of the plastic box. Despite feeling somewhere between hellish and dead Jughead couldn’t help but smirk a little at the way her brows furrowed in concentration as she pulled out some alcohol swabs, gauze and bandages inspecting each.

“Satisfied Doctor Cooper?”

Betty looked up from her task, a small smile playing on her lips at his teasing. The mirth in his voice and eyes was reassuring but the visual of his injuries quickly sent her back into nurse mode.

Raking her eyes over his form from his cut and bruised face to where he was clearly gripping his side in pain to the open gash across his thigh, Betty tried to weigh up the best course of action.

“Can you take your clothes off?”

Jughead’s smirk widened, raising his eyebrows at her. He opened his mouth to make another witty remark but Betty wasn’t in the mood for teasing, she was emotionally exhausted and worried, and upset and she didn’t have it in her to pretend everything was fine right now; it wasn’t.

Jughead must have sensed her intolerance because he quickly shut his mouth and stood carefully. Slowly he removed his leather jacket, his t-shirt following closely behind, before undoing his jeans and leaning his weight on the back of the chair to step out of them.

Betty sucked in a breath. As much as she wasn’t in the mood for teasing and their usual flirtatious banter she couldn’t help her bodies response to his well-toned one clad only in a pair of boxers. She felt hot, thighs squeezing as she licked her lips unconsciously. If Jughead noticed he didn’t comment.

Her focus was quickly returned though as she could now take in the full extent of his harm. The cut on his thigh wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought. While there was a fair amount of blood surrounding the damaged skin there didn’t seem to be much asphalt stuck in the wound and she didn’t think it would take too long to clean. The removal of his shirt revealed some more minor scratches up his arms and on his chest. However it was the large bruise developing on his side that made her stomach churn with nausea. Almost the entire left side of his torso was starting to become stained in a deep purple colour. Just like the black eye and cut on his cheek, she couldn’t conceive how that would logically be caused by a bike accident.

Biting back a sob Betty set to work cleaning the wound on his leg, hoping her down cast head wouldn’t allow him to see the tears springing to her eyes.

The already stale air of the trailer grew thick as silence cloaked them bar the sounds of Betty fiddling with something every few minutes and Jughead’s sharp intakes of breath of small winces as she cleaned out his wound.

By the time she finished patching up the gash on his leg Betty felt like she was going to combust with frustration and curiosity. She had tried not to dwell on the unknown reality of whatever had led them here tonight but she couldn’t. She was never good with patience or subtlety.

“So are you going to tell me what the hell happened?” Her voice was horse with disuse.

Jughead’s eyes followed her movement as she dragged her chair closer, the noise splitting in the empty air. His eyes found hers as she reached up gently to clean the dried blood from his forehead and cheek. Seeming to lose any resolve he had to keep the information private at the evident distress shining in Betty’s orbs, Jughead nodded.

“I was riding home from the bar. A car starts approaching on the other side of the road, nothing out of the ordinary- though I must admit it was a bit odd for a car that nice to be coming from North to South so I should’ve realised,” He kept his eyes straight ahead, his voice even.

Betty’s hand stilled, bringing the cloth away from his face as she listened intently. She worried her lip beneath her teeth at the implications. His pause, complimented by side eyeing her, made her quickly gesture for him to continue though as she did the same with her own task.

“So before I know what’s happening, this car swerves to my side of the road, I managed to avoid most of the impact but they got the back of my bike. Next thing I know I’m on the ground and the bike spinning out. Then these two guys get out the car, both of them wearing letterman jackets.”

She’s not even pretending to focus on his injuries now. Her eyes are wide, one hand clenched into a fist on the table top while the other still rests on the side of his face. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she feels the rage and panic well inside her.

“Bulldogs?” Betty manages to choke out.

Jughead nods once; curt.

“So they come at me. One starts kicking me in the side, yelling shit while the other just watches, egging him on like he’s some kind of fucking hero,” his tone is harder now, his eyes darker and she sees the dangerous steel she saw his first day back when he pushed her up against the locker and had a hand wrapped around her throat. The gang member in him coming out, looking to fight back, to protect.

Her hand trails down his neck, over the planes of his chest to where his side is painted in dark colours all on its own. Her fingers trace patters over the smooth skin gently, her breath hitched. His gaze follows the movement, just watching for a moment, a slight frown on his face. But he doesn’t ask her to stop.

“Eventually I managed to roll onto my back, and pull his legs out from under him. So now we’re both on the ground and I knew he would probably start throwing punches. He does, a good one too, thus, the black eye,” Jughead drawls sardonically.

Betty is not deterred though, the rage inside her flickering like a candle as she becomes immersed in his story telling. He’s captivating, the far off look in his eye as the events play over in his mind, the way his jaw clenches, the way his skin battered and bruised is illuminated in the dull lighting, the sharp angles of his body. She was enthralled.

“I got some in too, but I mean they fucking hit me with their car, so it wasn’t much of an even fight and my body felt like it was on fire so…” he trailed off, his head ducking as if it’s suddenly too hard to look at her.

“So?” Betty prompts, she refuses to be left hanging like that.

Jughead sighs, long and deep.

“So I pull the knife out from my jacket. Scared the shit out of him and they take off, not before reversing back into my bike though.”

He looks up, black hair falling temptingly over his eyes which are somehow vulnerable and guarded all at once. He’s anxious Betty realised. He’s anxious as to how she’s going to react. He’s afraid he’s going to scare her.

“I meant it when I said I wasn’t scared of you Jug,” Betty’s voice is quiet but strong as her hand stills against his side.

Jughead doesn’t say anything for a moment and the silence stretches been them. Eventually he shakes his head and then looks at her with such a broken expression she wants to cry.

“Maybe you should be.” He gets up then, not so carefully removing her hand from his abdomen and begins to pace. His gate is awkward with his slight limp and his hands are tugging at his hair. His face is dark now, the vulnerability she saw a moment ago washed away by an inner demon she doesn’t know.

He moved so quickly like her touch was burning him and then she’s burning inside. Angry.

“What the hell does that mean? If anything right now I’m scared for you!” she seethes, arms crossing tightly over her chest as she appraises him with narrowed eyes.

“It means I’m toxic, and it’s worse now, on the North side I’m like a poison!” Jughead combatted, his flames meeting Betty’s own head on as she rose to her feet.

Her voice had risen an octave higher when she speaks again, exasperated.

“It’s this town that’s toxic Jughead. And I don’t care how everyone else treats you. I’ve never felt more liberated from all of the suffocating bullshit than when I’m with you. So screw them-“

“And what if I’m scared?” Jughead cut her off abruptly, his words imploring her. They were stark. His voice wasn’t loud like it had been moments ago, but rather low and almost sinister.

Betty felt her own anger dissipate a little with the shift in dynamic. Her fury dying, as she took a step closer to him, green eyes still homing a hard tint.

“Scared of me? I’m not just going to up and leave when things get hard and dark like your mum did.”

Her heart’s pounding erratically. Something has shifted, she feels it in her chest building like an ache but sweeter, she feels it in the air, thick and tense. She feels dizzy from the complicated circles they’ve been spinning in all evening, her emotions short circuiting at the rapid changes being demanded. Their broaching sacred ground here, the unspoken words finally taking verbal shape and it’s terrifying and thrilling simultaneously.

“That’s exactly why I’m scared. You saw what happened to me tonight Betty. What if you stay and something like that happens to you? I couldn’t live with myself.”

It’s Jughead’s turn to step closer now. The earnest tone of his voice makes her lungs malfunction and her heart stutter. She’s not used to seeing him this raw. He doesn’t look vulnerable though, rather he looks powerful; a force to be reckoned with as he closes in on her personal space, until there’s barely a breath between them.

She feels the heat radiating from his body and the hairs on her arms are standing on end. Goose bumps are breaking out across her skin, and his breath on her face is making her dizzy. But the flame inside her is still begging to exacerbate, so she meets his eyes letting their gazes drown one another in an ocean pool of blue and green before speaking.

“Well I don’t think I can live without you anymore.” It’s barely a whisper, and she holds her breath while it sits in the space between them. She doesn’t look away though, she won’t back down. Her feelings being publicised to him was a ticking time bomb anyway.

Jughead doesn’t say anything for a moment-a long moment- and she can see the war raging within him. His eyes give away his inner conflict, and he looks almost pained.

But then his hands are cupping her face and pulling her lips to his and everything else disappears. The anger, the frustration, the confusion, the pain, it all evaporates into the air and now it’s just them standing in the middle of an old dimly lit trailer, him practically naked, her clad in pyjamas, kissing in the early hours of the morning.

Jughead’s lips are demanding on hers, coaxing them into a passionate rhythm as her arms wrap themselves around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair. This kiss feels different to the previous ones they’ve shared. It holds the same want, the same passion, the same fire and ache for one another but somehow feels more intense, more important. It dawns on Betty that this is exactly what it is- more. And god did she like more.

As Jughead’s tongue slips into her mouth and erotically strokes against her own she pushes herself onto her tip toes and presses her body closer. His hands thread through her hair, pulling the loose ponytail out and angling her head where he wants it, demanding more and getting exactly that. The way the minty taste of her mouth mixes with the sweet one of his [in the back of her mind she recognises it as the coke he was probably drinking earlier] is intoxicating and she whimpers when he nips at her bottom lip.

They break apart when the need for air becomes vital both breathing heavily. His breath stutters more than hers does and Betty’s lust induced smile quickly morphs into a frown when she notes the grimace on his features. She moves to back away immediately, afraid she’s hurt him but Jughead doesn’t let her get far his arms wrapping securely around her waist to keep her body against his.

“Be mine,” he whispers into her ear, lips pressing gently to her neck just below.

She sucks in a harsh breath completely unprepared for those words to fall from his mouth. Jughead pulls back slightly, his expression unfaltering but so completely open and honest she feels like her heart might just explode. Betty doesn’t hesitate to raise a hand to cup his cheek and press her forehead to his.

“Oh Juggie, I already am.”

He kissed her again.

#Bughead #bughead fanfiction #riverdale fanfiction #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones

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hell-omysupernaturalworld · 4 years

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Answer their 10 questions and then think of 10 questions to ask other friends!

Thank you @lucynnamonroll, I’m SO sorry for answer the questions almost one year later (?).

A couple of things before I start that cracked me up when I was reading your answers:

We had the same crush with Kyoya Tategami.

I have the same “problem” that you have with Spanish… But with French. But honestly, I’m glad to have Spanish as my first language or I would cry if I had to learn it now HAHAHAH.

This has nothing to do with your answers but you are a ray of sunshine. Period.

1. A dream that you still remember?

Oh my oh my, let me tell yoU about that dream where me and my friends were almost captured by the marines. Yes, One Piece related, what a surprise.

Sooo, I was in a convention or something like that of the marines minding my own business when, out of the blue, I blinked and I was with my friends on a speedboat in the middle of the ocean surrounded by four ships, proper marine ships with their soldiers and all.

Soldiers who chained us.

They were about to send us to G-5 for some reason bUT BUUUT my friends started yelling at me “SAY IT, RITA, SAAAY IT, YOU CLOWN!”

And… And HAHAHAHHAHAh I looked up at a woman who I think it was Tashigi (I don’t remember her face, but for the sake of the story im going to say that it was her) and said:

“I just… Wanted to know if… If. IfSmokerissingle.”

And Tashigi…

“OH, WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY IT EARLIER. GUYS, FREE THEM.”

And then I woke up.

But let me tell you, the best of the dream wasn’t the dream itself, was the reaction and explanation my friend Laura gave me when I told her what happened.

Laura: Well… I know what happened. You approached Smoker, confident, powerful, knowing what and how to say it. Then you saw him in front of you and… You just punch him in the stomach and started running. And that’s why the Marines were chasing us.

What makes funnier what she said is that I DID that as a child. I was 10-12 years old, went to my crush at the moment, prepared to confess my feelings… Changed my mind at the end and just slapped him and started running.

I like to think that I had a date with Smoker after the incident and we laugh it off like it was nothing (?). And then he complimented my punch(?).

2. What job did you want to do when you were younger?

Uhm… I wanted to be a veterinarian, then a journalist, a poet…

3. And now? Did it has changed?

Yes! Now I want to be a translator and I’m studying a degree at the University to do so. And I love it. And I’m so frickin’ happy... I cry everytime I think that I made it here.

4. A favorite game?

Of all times? Mass Effect.

It was the first videogame that I found and played without my brother, in fact, HE played it because of me when it usually went the other way around (and let me tell you, as the younger sibling, that felt GOOD).

And I just fell in love with the characters, the story and… Jane Shepard is my MOM AND I LOVE HER. And maybe the mother of my OC of One Piece was inspired by her.

And right now? Yakuza.

I started playing the series a couple of months ago. At first it was just because… I was bored, I won the game in a giveaway, they were two characters wearing suits and one of them had an eye patch (I KNOW, I KNOW, SUCH IMPORTANT REASONS HAHAHAHAAH im basic im so sorry).

But DAMN the game hooked me at the first chapter.

And now I’m obsessed. I know that some people when they hear Yakuza the first thing that comes to their minds are the memes (and yes, they are amazing) but there is so MUCH more in those games. If you have the opportunity, try to play some of them. I recommend start with Yakuza 0, it sets the story for the two characters that would be appearing in the rest of the games (Kazuma Kiryu and Goro Majima).

PS: Can I say how much I love Majima? And his story? I’m going to stop now before I start crying.

JUST LOOK AT HIM. MY PRECIOUS BABY.

THIS MAN IS GOING TO BE THE END OF ME, I SWEAR.

5. Where did you have traveled? (Either it's in your country or not)

Palma de Mallorca (Balearic Islands)

Barcelona

Málaga, Seville (Andalusia)

Portimao, Porto, Lisboa (Portugal)

6. Did you have a totem animal/a favorite animal?

Ravens, don’t know why but I love them and always try to put them in some way with my OC’s.

7. Did you/Do you have a teddy bear to help you to sleep? How it was looking?

Yes! Was a gift from my brother when I was still a baby, his name is Señor Pana (Sir Corduroy) because the first pants that he had were made of corduroy. I know, an amazing name.

8. THE animated (or not) serie of your childhood/teenage years?

Omg, I have to choose ONE????!!!!!

Maybe Get Backers or Shamang King, for the same reason as Mass Effect, they were the first series that I started watching for myself without my brother.

9. Do you have anime/series/movie/whatever things merch?

Well well well well WEEEELLL, hell yes.

Don’t ask me about the laces on Smoker’s neck, or the lamp in Zoro’s hair, or the candy in Luffy’s strawhat. It just… Happened.

If the laws of Toy Story did apply in our world… They would hate me. Maybe not Luffy, but Smoker and Zoro? HAHAHAHAHAHimawfulbutguysiloveyouiswear.

And Stampede? I watched that movie like… 5-6 times? In Japanese, in Spanish, in Portuguese. With friends, alone, EVEN with my mom. What can I say? That movie is my happy place right now.

10. How was your day?

It was really nice and productive!

I draw a little, play some Yakuza obvs (and thought about how much I love Majima), and write about my OC of One Piece, who was born thanks to this amazing ask that Julie answered. Thanks to her hcs I felt the need to create her, to draw her, to make her story, her mom’s… The problem is that I need to catch up with the manga/anime before finishing her background :,) even if I planned to base her ongoing story after the events that Oda decides to left at the end of manga (?). And I’m CRYING ‘cause I really really want to write things for her but I feel like I won’t make it justice if I’m not aware of everything (ಥ﹏ಥ).

And that was my day HAHAHAHAHA.

#rita trying to interact #and failed miserably #lucy thanks for the patience #you are awesome #just throwing here the possibility of exchanging classes of french/spanish (?)#again sorry for the delay ;-;

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bloodofbranwen · 7 years

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⭐️- In case you are still taking them.

Summer was the one who introduced him to videogames. One afternoon while Tai and Raven were out of the dorms for some task or another, Summer was playing a game. And after answering some of his (hilariously naive) questions about it, she let him have a turn.

... she created a monster.

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prophercat · 7 years

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Rules: answer these questions, and tag 20 followers that you would like to get to know better. Tagged by: @dalishelfblood thanks mate Name: Ian/Elias Nickname: Seo/Jun Zodiac sign: Gemini Hogwarts house: Slytherin Height: 5′7/5′8 Orientation: Pansexual/Ace Ethnicity: Asian/Polish/Hungarian Favourite fruit: Strawberries; Mango and Lychee. Favourite season: Autumn (it’s so beautiful, yet everything is dying) Favourite book series: The Foxhole Court/The Raven King/The King’s Men Favourite fictional characters: Fenris, Zevran, Morrigan, Cullen, Cassandra, Iron Bull, Dorian, Isabella, Lady Josephine Montilyet, McCree, Genji, Hanzo, Reinhardt, Reaper, Mercy, Phara, BIGBY WOLF, Barbossa. Favourite flower: Hyacinths and Lily Favourite scents: Ocean breeze, fresh cut grass, chlorine, and fireplaces. Favourite colour: Black, violet, caribbean green. Favourite animals: Snakes; Wolves; Bears; Foxes; Otters; Raccoons; Red Pandas; Weasels and Ferrets. Favourite artist/bands: I pretty much listen to almost everythong! Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: I’m a total tea addict. Number of blankets I sleep with: One. It’s big. With a tiger on it. And it’s damn fluffy. Dream trip: Iceland, Ireland, Antarctic, New Zealand, Scotland and Canada. Last thing you googled: “why am I still on earth” How many blogs do I follow: 666 Number of followers: 26 ayyy What do I usually post about: Videogames and art What is your aesthetic: I don’t even know. Tagging: @jean-the-bean @youaremydesertrain

#get to know me

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lady-nevermore · 7 years

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Tag you’re it! ^_^

Umm.....I’m pretty sure I’ve already done this survey/questionnaire before; ah well, I’ll try to make my answers vary a bit from last time, but I’m pretty sure that I’ll probably just copy and paste my answers from the last one (feeling sorta lazy atm, sorry). lol ^^;

But anyways, yeah, I don’t mind doing this a second time around, they’re actually pretty damn fun, so let’s get started! :D

Rules: Answer these questions, and tag 20 amazing followers that you would like to get to know better.

Tagged by: @blueteamproblem (Cool - Thanks for the Tag). ^_^

Name: *sigh* I’m hesitant/reluctant when it comes to revealing my name, cuz I’m paranoid/anxious, that people I knew from my past will end up finding me again......and tbh, I’m not quite ready for that reunion/confrontation just yet.....But here’s a hint: (My name means Soul in Spanish). ^-^

Nickname: Ama (by my dad, my little cousins, and one of my fave Aunties), hmmm....A few of my old-friends back in my high school days used to refer to me as: “Almy, Almita, Soulzzz, etc”. Do these count? lol ^^;

Zodiac sign: Leo (Western Zodiac) and Sheep/Ram (Chinese Zodiac).

Hogwarts House: When Pottermore first started becoming a “thing” around 2010-2011 (I remember cuz I was one of the beta-testers), I was sorted and placed in Slytherin. .....But I believe that, that was due to the fact that I was in a really really really depressed, bitter and dark place at the time (those who have read my first entry of my “therapy blog”, and will end up reading more in greater detail later down the line, will know why); but as of right now: I’m happy to say that I’m a Proud Pottermore Ravenclaw. ^_^

Height: 5′3” (yeah, I know i’m pretty smol). heh ^^;

Orientation: Bisexual (I know that I’m attracted to women at the very least, as well as men....but it’s sorta on a 70/30 sometimes 60/40 on the spectrum/scale), but as of late, I feel like I could also very possibly be ace, maybe even possibly demisexual (Let’s just say that It’s safe to say I’m still questioning/trying to figure myself out, and leave it at that). ^^;

Ethnicity: Hispanic/Mexican-American

Favorite fruit: Cantaloupe, Gala/Fuji Apples, Granny Smith Green Apples, Mango, Strawberries, etc.

Favorite season: Fall/Autumn and Winter Seasons

Favorite book series: The Harry Potter Series The Inheritance Cycle / Eragon Book Series The Unexpected Dragon by Mary Brown The Hobbit/ Lord of the Rings The Hunger Games Trilogy The Giver Book Series The Time Traveler's Wife Shakespeare Edgar Allen Poe Grimm Fairy Tales

Manga wise: Rurouni Kenshin by Nobuhiro Watsuki His and Her Circumstances aka Kare Kano Yu Yu Hakusho, Hunter x Hunter, Level E, and Ookami nante Kowakunai all by my all-time fave mangaka (infamous for his long-ass Hiatuses, but damn it I still think they're worth it): Yoshihiro Togashi.

Favorite fictional characters: Waaaaay too many for me to list here, but currently as of right now, as I’m sure some of you may have noticed, I’m crushing/fangirling rather hard over Soi Fon at the moment. lol xD

Favorite flower: I love most flowers (like for example: a classic single stem Rose) but I do have a soft spot for Small flowers, like: Morning Glories and White Clovers.

Favorite scents: Petrichor aka the smell of the earth/soil after it rains, though the smell of coffee, the smoky scent of firewood during a cold night, the crisp cold scent of an early morning/early evening/late night, the smell of freshly mowed or cut grass, the fresh smell of laundry, and the scent of sandalwood are all pretty damn nice too. ^_^

Favorite color: Purple, Lavender, Orchid Purple, Wine Red/Red-Violet, Magenta, Sapphire Blue, Cerulean Blue, Light Blue, Red, Maroon, Teal, Emerald Green, Turquoise Green, Seafoam green, Gray, Black, Silver, Gold, Neon Colors, basically any type of bright / vibrant colors, though pastels colors are pretty nice too....I find most hues/shades of colors beautiful in their own right.....So let’s just say everything! lol ^^;

Favorite animal: I’m real fond of the whole Trickster-archetype when it comes to animals, so it’s safe to say that I really do have a soft spot for Corvids (Crows and Ravens), and Foxes; though I also really like Wolves, and Owls. But above all else, I really really really fucking love felines/cats (big and small); ie Grey Tabby Cats, Maine Coons, Norwegian Forest Cats, Lions, Leopards, Jaguars, but especially Snow Leopards! =^.^=

Favorite artist/band:

Musical Scores:

- John Williams's Scores in the Harry Potter Films - Murray Gold's Scores in Doctor Who - Trevor Jones's Scores in The 1998 Merlin/Merlin's Apprentice mini series (aka the one with Sam Neill). - ATLA/Legend of Korra Scores by Jeremy Zuckerman - Pirates of the Caribbean Scores by Hans Zimmer - The Anime Scores in both Rurouni Kenshin and in Yu Yu Hakusho respectively. - Oh! And the anything by Jeff and Casey Lee Williams (like the RWBY and RVB OST for example) Oh! and the Scores in Harvest Moon and Legend of Zelda Soundtrack (Song of Storms anyone?). ^_^ And probably several other scores in anime and videogames that I just can't recall at the moment. But music-wise: Just like with anime, books, and tv-shows I tend to be a pretty open-minded and am into several types of genres (from J-pop/J-rock/anime theme and ending songs, anything by Megumi Ogata, punk rock, alternative rock, 80's and 90's pop/rock music, electronic, pop, hip-hop, r&b, jazz, anime jazz covers, classical music, modern classical music with a modern twist aka pop/rock covers via a classical musical sense, scores in anime and in some of my fave nerdy fandoms, basically anything and everything even country....all except for like "pure rap or purely screamo heavy metal".... like, I don't mind if there's a little bit in like r&b/pop or rock respectfully, but yeah, just no). ^^; My Fave bands/musicians: - Green Day - Death Cab For Cutie - Daft Punk - Owl City - Etc.

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: Tea; I used to be quite the coffee drinker, but not anymore mostly due to my anxiety (trust me I still really miss it, especially the taste & the smell of coffee.....Hmmm, I’ve been thinking that maybe I should try decaf), but anyways, yeah, over the years I’ve stuck and grew to really love tea....tho cocoa is nice every once in awhile (especially during the colder seasons). ^^;

Average sleep hours: *sigh* I have insomnia, so my sleep cycle is pretty much wack and all over the place; I’m lucky if I get 5-6 hours of sleep. -___-;

Number of blankets you sleep with: As of right now: one; I really really really hate humid/warm/hot weather....makes it soo damn uncomfortable to get a good night’s sleep (but that’s what I get for living in California, I suppose). ugh. >_<;

Dream trip: Japan would be pretty cool! ^_^

Last thing Googled: Butterflies and their symbolism with souls/afterlife.

Blog created: Since 2011

How many blogs do I follow: Dunno, I never really checked. o.o

Number of followers: 697

What do I usually post about: Usually, I tend to just reblog a lot of fan art, gif edits, or posts pertaining to some of my fave fandoms; right now it’s: Bleach (Soi Fon), RWBY, Yu Yu Hakusho, etc. But I will be posting about my therapy sessions in my “therapy blog” in the future, so look out for that I guess. ^^;

Do you get asks regularly: Not a whole lot, but when I do, they never fail to make me smile. :)

What is your aesthetic: Damned if I know...Um, 90′s aesthetic? idk! lol ^^;

Tagging (don’t feel obligated to do this if you don’t want to): @angelotics , @theamazingflyinglion , @tdk-blog, @doctordearie , @youko-fairy , @nightjasmine10 , @luckystarchild , @tifa-the-bacon-goddess , @boserwulf , @ravenhull , @fionaandcake27 , @hirusekidragon , @weissrose , @rwby-fan , @yangsmash , @bizarrolord , @blue-eyed-korra , @hellfire47 , @yyhlove , @yyhaesthetics

#tag you're it #don't feel obligated to do this if you don't want to #tumblr survey thing

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