#stubborn close-minded mules that get immediately defensive

[rupertholmes]

its getting better for me because while i know i dont deserve to be treated like this nor deserve to have to do the work for others, its still keeping me safe

[petitelepus]

OKAY SO

You technically know me 😼

But imma give you smth to work with :3

So i want a normal, human matchup??

I'm female, (can i say i'm bi i dunno??) 170 in height, kinda chunky but a lil muscly??

I have a permanent resting b face, short fuse, death stare EVERYBODY 😈

I'm nice to people that deserve it?? Like, if a stranger comes up to me and asks something or i ask someone for something i'm an angel but if somebody i know and don't like talks to me, i'm a bitch

I'm overall a bitch, but also a lil shy??

I like drawing, singing from time to time, i ADORE KITTIES AND WILL DO EVERYTHING FOR THEM.

With people i befriend i unlock my NAUGHTY ASS HUMOUR and overall cracked sense of humour.

(Just in case, we both know how i simp for Sanemi but you don't have to match me with him if that doesn't match me - yeah me big ass brain)

IF THIS REQUEST IS TOO CRACKED THEN TELL ME I WILL REWRITE IT???

or give up in shame

LOVE YAH BABE 😻🤯🥳

I match you with Sanemi Shinazugawa!

You and Sanemi both have resting bitch faces and may look unapproachable. In your case, it can be a defensive mechanism but in the Wind Hashira's case, he is a bastard who has no respect for anyone.

In the beginning, the two of you probably butt heads every single moment you two meet, infuriating and annoying each other so freaking much...! But you both secretly love how you can get under each other's skins. Not that either one of you will say it out loud!

Sanemi certainly does not deserve your kindness and he doesn't expect any from you.

It takes time and tons of hard work from you to earn his respect and even when you have it, he doesn't show it. He is as stubborn as a mule.

You aren't afraid of hard work and he admires that trait in you. He does not rely on luck and firmly believes that actions speak louder than words.

He secretly thinks you are cute, but you will never hear him say it out loud on purpose.

Instead, this bastard tells you how you have no place amongst the Demon Slayers and just like with his younger brother Genya, he tries to get you to quit also, but only because he is certain that is the only way he can keep you safe.

He has seen you acting all happy and buddy-buddy with other Hashiras and he knows it's none of his business who you spend time with, but it annoys him to see you smile so sweetly to someone you don't even know that well.

It takes time, so much time and work until he doesn't call you a bitch and instead uses your real name. When he does this, you can immediately tell something is different, and that he has changed his view of you.

You may be tempted to be an ass and tease him, but you know that Sanemi wouldn't say or do something if he didn't mean it. Maybe the two of you could get along? You are both willing to try, even if a little reluctant.

Old habits die hard so he may call you bitch now and then, but it's more affectionative than insulting. In the same way, you may call him a bastard, but there isn't the usual aggressive bite in your words. No, it's much sweeter now.

Sanemi starts to hang around you, but not necessarily in the same room as you. He might be secretly listening to you sing but if you catch him listening, he gets defensive and may unintentionally say something like, "I just came to check who was killing the cat here!"

It doesn't help that you usually have a stray cat or two following you around. You're like a damn cat magnet and they like you almost as much as you adore them.

Sanemi doesn't mind cats, but they seem to love him also for some reason. It's like he chases humans away but attracts cats?

It might take a close situation where you are almost killed before Sanemi comes clear and tells you that he likes you out loud. The fear of losing you would shed away all his protective walls and show the tender love he has inside.

After that, he would start dreaming of a peaceful life with you in a world where Demons don't exist anymore. Maybe have a kid or two if you want any or travel a little? Whatever it is, he wants to do it with you by his side until the day you both enter the next life.

I know you, my dear friend and I know how you love Sanemi, so I kept it a secret, but I totally think Sanemi is your match!

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

I wanna hearing about Paige's family with #5.

Super detailed questions about your OCs

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

HOO BOI my friend, you have volunteered for an infodump. I’m putting in a read-more cut to prevent dash clogging.

Paige was the second-to-last child out of five, with three brothers and one sister. 

Isabelle [Bella, Belle] -- the eldest, Paige’s sister and seven years older than her. Basically ended up as built-in babysitter/second mom. Paige calls her Izzy and is the only one who is allowed to call her that [anyone else will get whacked, including Bella’s husband]. Their relationship when Paige was a kiddo was pretty strained; Paige grew up running wild with her brothers whilst Isabelle, the eldest daughter of a very conservative and publicly religious family, was constantly being watched and judged on how responsible she was and how well she was growing into a ‘lady’ as she was expected to do. Meanwhile Paige, as the younger daughter and surrounded by boys, was excused for more wild behavior and often given a flavor of the ‘boys will be boys’ pass when she got into trouble until she hit puberty and suddenly got whacked in the face with more feminine expectations. 

Somewhere in Paige’s early teens, she and Izzy had it out in an honest to goodness, full-on fight, wherein Izzy accused Paige of being a spoiled brat who was incapable of understanding just how hard it was to hold up under everyone’s expectations, and Paige threw it right back by calling those expectations petty bullshit and questioning why Izzy didn’t just toss it all out if she hated being a lady. The two grew apart after that, maintaining some sisterly affection but mostly not getting in each other’s way. Izzy taught Paige how to look after her hair when she started growing it out, taught her how to do make-up, gave her advice on clothes and shoes for interviews, that sort of thing. 

They both ultimately stayed at arm’s length until Shaun was born, at which point Izzy had reached out to try and reconnect. She and her husband had been living in Pennsylvania when the bombs fell. Izzy’s family was well off enough that they might have gotten a spot in a vault, but Paige hadn’t been keeping up with them enough to know whether or not they’d registered...

Ethan -- eldest brother, five years older than Paige, she always looked up to him as her cool older brother. He and his friends had a garage band when he was a teen, but he gave it up when their parents put pressure on him to start figuring out something ‘real’ to do with his life. Music became a beloved hobby, noodling about on his guitar when he could get away with it, but never when their father was home, as he’d threatened to smash it on more than one occasion. 

Like Isabelle, Ethan was often leaned upon to be more adult than he actually was, looking after his younger siblings but with a touch more wiggle room. Where Isabelle was very much considered the one with full parental authority, and thus expected to enforce the rules to their fullest extent, Ethan allowed Paige, Daniel, and Zach to get away with the occasional mischief with a wink and a smile that assured them he didn’t see anything. 

Besides music, Ethan also had a gift of gab that made him excellent at talking himself and his siblings out of any trouble-- something he and Paige shared, and the two would get into deep arguments over tiny things as a kind of sport. At school a teacher encouraged him towards debate club and theater, and he participated in multiple school productions before, again, their parents reminded him that artistic careers were more fantasy than anything to build your life around. Instead, they pushed him towards law, which he fucking hated but attempted to make them happy.

He dropped out after his first year of college, arriving at home with black dyed hair, two tattoos and three piercings he hadn’t had when he left for school, giving their parents the finger, and all but disappearing when Paige was fourteen. Nineteen years old, he was technically an adult, his their parents couldn’t drag him back. Dad doesn’t talk about Ethan, and mom would cry when he was mentioned. Paige worried he died chasing a dream for the longest time, until she left for law school and started getting postcards-- turned out Ethan was still in contact with Izzy, and had embraced his musical career [and all the hardship that came with it] with everything he had. 

Last Paige heard, Ethan had been somewhere on the western seaboard when the bombs fell. She finds it unlikely that he, or any descendants of him, survived... though, if he went ghoul, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was still living the traveling musician life two centuries later. 

Daniel [Danny] -- middle brother, two years older than Paige, and oldest of the trouble trio. Daniel, Paige, and Zach were always the three making messes together as young kids, running wild, exploring the backwoods on the family farm, finding fun and odd ways to get chores done, and generally being kids. Danny was the tough one out of the three of them; easily the biggest out of all of Paige’s siblings and the one who got in people’s faces if anyone was messing with anyone else in the family. 

Danny and Paige frequently butted heads; they were both stubborn as hell and outspoken, and before Paige was expected to be more lady-like it very regularly came to blows. It’s thanks to Danny that Paige knew how to squirm out of most holds by the time she was an adult, even if the other person was larger than her, and exactly which soft spots to shove her elbows or heels into. This tendency towards brawling changed as they got older, however, as Danny realized that Paige was going to be a petite woman her entire life and went out of his way to teach her some honest-to-goodness self-defense tactics after hearing a few of his friends say a few... off color things about his sister. 

Danny stayed in Minnesota to attend a trade school, finding work in the automation industry; installing and maintaining machines used for mass manufacture. He married almost immediately out of highschool, and the timing of his first kid suggests that his wife was pregnant before the wedding. Paige kept in contact with him, and Danny actually made the trip out to visit her when Shaun was born. While Paige suspects that he’s dead, unless of course he ended up ghoul, she has occasionally speculated that if Danny and his family survived the initial bombing? He had practical skills that might have seen him through long enough to have descendants that survived to the present day.  Zachariah [Zach] -- the youngest, a year younger than Paige and her childhood partner in crime. Zach, like Paige, was kinda on the small side. Unlike Paige, Zach was also intensely shy in a family full of outspoken, opinionated, stubborn mules. It wasn’t that he didn’t have opinions, mind-- rather that he had a lot of trouble putting the words together to express them. Zach would often stick with Paige like her second shadow, because Paige was very good at picking up on what he meant to say to others and saying it for him, or re-iterating when he spoke too quietly and he got ignored. 

That said, Zach was often the mastermind behind what he, Paige, and Danny got up to as little kids-- quiet, but quick witted, and a grade-A prankster. 

As adolescents, Zach and Paige were occasionally confused for being twins despite there being a year difference between them. Their faces were strikingly similar, with Zach having deeply brown eyes rather than Paige’s hazel being the main difference. Sometimes their mischief would play into this, and Paige was allowed to get away with many things as a young teen simply by virtue of being mistaken for her brother. 

When Ethan ran out on the family, Zach was probably the one most deeply effected by it, and Paige did everything she could to support him at the time. They both looked up to Ethan, but Zach even more so because he was also musically inclined and had been learning the drums from one of Ethan’s friends. Sometimes the band even let him do some kind of back-up percussion when they were practicing before their father shut it down, and it was during those practice sessions that Zach tended to really light up. When Ethan left? Zach fell deeply into depression for a long time, and Paige felt like it was her responsibility to hold him up lest she lose another brother. 

Despite being the often-overlooked child in the family, Zach had damn near perfect grades... and yet, their parents appeared to lack specific expectation for him. Rather, the had a vague assurance that he’d simply do well at whatever he decided to do, and Zach confided in Paige that he had no idea what to do with his scholastic success-- that it didn’t feel real to him. That he wasn’t a person, but rather a mass of goo that could just be poured into whatever shape worked best for the people around him. 

Paige still regrets not having any good advice for him. Last she heard, he’d gone to school to pursue an engineering degree, like their father; imitating a ready example. She suspects that he might have gone after something musical, if not for what happened with Ethan, and that his choice paralysis was a form of avoiding even thinking about that kind of rebellion. Like Danny, Zach’s schooling didn’t take him far from the family home, and he still lived in Minnesota at the time of the bombing. He was, at the time, unmarried. Given time to think further on it, Paige actually suspects that Zach might have been some form of closeted due to still being close to the family and their parents intense involvement with the church. Thinking about that always makes her wish she’d been there for him more, that she’d been smarter and figured out what he’d been dealing with and helped him handle it better. 

Like everyone else, Paige is pretty sure Zach is dead... and he’s probably the one she’s mourns the most, because it feels like he never really got to live in the first place. 

[riverdalepoet]

ALL I EVER WANTED (part 1)

A/N: I know I primarily post poetry, so this is my first fic to post on this page. I have such a soft spot for Sweet Pea and know that any wife he may have has to have a little spunk- cue Emma. Hope you Enjoy!! (I posted this originally on my Tumblr, Riverdale Poetry, and am posting it here now)

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All my life, I had dreamt of this moment. Some would say it was a silly dream, but all I ever wanted was to be somebody’s mother.

I imagined this time as miraculous and beautiful, but in reality, gritting my teeth and sweating through another contraction was really getting old. Thirty-two hours of slow and painful labor had proven that my son would be just as stubborn and mule-headed as Sweet Pea.

My patience was wearing thin, my mother was dancing on my last nerve, and my husband was, unfortunately, receiving the product of my discomfort.

“I swear to God if you don’t make her leave, I’m divorcing you,” I muttered, reaching for my ice chips.

“Hey,” he responded defensively with his hands in the air. “I’m not the one who asked her to be here.”

“Well, you should’ve stopped me.” I pouted. He chuckled but gave in to my wishes. “I’ll talk to your dad and get him to distract her, okay.” I nodded eagerly as he walked out the door.

When he came back in, I was sitting up, arms crossed indignantly, and crying. I was weak, I was hurting, and I was just plain frustrated.

He came quickly to sit at my side. “Sweet Pea, this fucking hurts. I’m so tired.”

“I know. You’re doing so good. We’re getting so close to meeting him.”

“Pea,”

“What, baby?”

“We are never having sex again.”

He cocked his eyebrow and laughed, bringing his hand to cup my cheek. Pulling me close to him, he nibbled briefly at my ear and whispered, “I’m sure I can change your mind.”

I shove him away and throw my pillow towards his head, laughing as he jumped off the bed, ducking in surprise. “I’m in labor, you weirdo.”

“You are having my baby. You have never been sexier than you are right now.”

Sighing and shaking my head, I answered my goofy husband. “That’s sweet and all, but I really just want to hit you. That’s all I can think about. You did this to me.”

His lips twitched into my favorite mischevious half-smile, and he retook his place right next to me. He took my hand and kissed me on the forehead, paying no mind to the sweat that was trickling from my scalp. “I love you too, beautiful, so fucking much.”

I smile at him weakly and lift his hand to my face. “If you keep mom from coming back in here for good, I’d love you a whole lot more.”

“And just how am I supposed to do that? You want me to call the National Guard, and get them to block the entrance of the room,” he teased.

“No, smartypants, but you could call the Serpents. Duh.”

He stared at you, pursed his lips, and scoffed. ”Babe…”

“Yes, precious,” I giggled.

“Your mother scares them. They aren’t going to get in her way, and I can promise you that.”

“Fine,” I huffed reaching for my phone and typing in Jughead’s number as fast as I could. Sweet Pea just watched in amusement. “I’ll give them something to be scared of.”

“Jones…No, I haven’t had the baby. Look, I need a favor. I need you to get a few Serpents to distract and prevent my mom from coming into this room…What the hell do you mean, no?… Listen here, pal, if you or Pea or anyone let her or anyone else in here, I’m going to hand all of your asses to you, pregnant or not…When you have an 8-pound human trying to exit your body, and taking his sweet time doing it, you can call the shots. Until then, guard my fucking door, or I’ll shove that precious beanie of yours down your throat. I mean it, Forsythe…Room 402, thank you.”

I smiled triumphantly, slapping my phone into Sweet Pea’s open hand. “I was wrong about you, Em. Motherhood won’t soften you.”

“Damn straight. I’m still a Serpent through and through. If I could only scare our son out of me.” Sweet Pea plopped on the bed and slung his arm over my shoulder. He reached for the tv remote and turned on Law and Order. I rubbed my belly and thought back on all the decisions I made that got me here.

Moving to Riverdale and starting Southside High introduced me to the Serpents. Joining the Serpents is how I met Sweet Pea. Befriending him is why we started hooking up, and hooking up is how we fell in love. We were two lonely teenagers, jaded by our circumstances and blinded by sheer lust. The warm hands he used to make me dizzy became the same hands that put me back together when my brother was killed. Since then, I’ve spent the better part of the past five years happily arguing with the love of my life, and soon to be the father of my baby.

I thought I lost him once. A job that Jughead and FP sent him on went south, and he was beaten and left unconscious. I got the call in the dead of night and slapped Jug for letting Pea go alone as soon as I got to the hospital. Walking from the door of his hospital room to his bedside was the hardest ten steps I’ve ever taken. I collapsed at the side of his bed, burying my head in the sheets and sobbing. When he finally woke up, he pulled me up to lay next to him. His strong arms held me close, and his baritone voice promised me he wasn’t going anywhere.

After he was released from the hospital, we decided to move in together. By my next birthday, we were engaged. Fangs officiated our wedding, and just like that, Emma Carter became Emma Wilson. Before I knew it, I was throwing up every morning, afternoon, and night. When I told him I was pregnant, I was terrified. We had only been married for a few months and hadn’t planned on having kids for a while. The smile that broke on Sweet Pea’s face, however, melted away any worry I had.

While I was pregnant, Sweet Pea made sure I wanted for nothing. Every odd request and three a.m. craving was granted without complaint. He rubbed my back and told me every day how beautiful I was. He showed off every sonogram picture to our friends; and when we found out we were having a boy, he had a special Serpent onesie made. I couldn’t imagine anyone else to be doing this with than my protective, sweet, excited, funny, loving Sweet Pea.

My doctor bustled in, interrupting my flashbacks, and drawing me back to this moment. “Alrighty Emma, let’s see how we’re doing.”

Sweet Pea took my hand as the doctor examined me. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor stood up and pressed the call button on my remote.

“Nurse, yes, let’s get Mrs. Wilson moved to a delivery room, please. It’s time to meet this baby.” She smiled and patted my leg. “You ready to roll?”

“Dr. Shows, I was ready two months ago, let’s go!” She smiled at us and left to scrub in, leaving me and Sweet Pea alone again. It took all of two seconds for him to jump off the bed and dance around the room. “It’s time. It’s time!”

“Alright, alright.” He walked towards me once he had gotten it out of his system, “Let’s go meet our boy!” I said, pulling him down by his dog tags for a kiss.

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Forty minutes, too many pushes, and seven curses thrown at Sweet Pea later, and I finally fell back against the bed, defeated. My chest was heaving, my head was spinning, and I was trying my best to keep my eyes open and trained on Pea’s face.

He was smiling tenderly, with big tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked back at me and said, “Em, we did it! He’s here.”

“I did it, thank you,” I replied weakly, still not noticing the “he” he was referring to.

Suddenly, I felt a warmth on my chest and moved my glance to see the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. He was here. Our son was here. One look and I was back- entirely focused, and immediately forgetting every pain of the past forty hours. I had been broken and reborn in this room, and I knew with one hundred percent certainty that I was meant to be his mother.

Sweet Pea seemed to be in the same trance I was, completely hypnotized by our beautiful baby. When the nurse took him to clean him up, we clung to each other, passing sloppy kisses and breathy, “I love you’s” back and forth.

We spent the next few days memorizing every detail of our son and introducing Carter James Wilson to our friends and family. As Sweet Pea passed the baby to Betty’s excited arms, he asked Jughead how it felt to be on the receiving end of my wrath.

Jug just shook his head in response, and I rolled my eyes. “You listen here, Curtis Eugene Wilson, if I wasn’t high on Percocet, and blissfully obsessed with our child right now, I’d make you scared of me, too.”

“I love you too, beautiful,” he winked and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

I smiled sweetly and reached for Carter. This moment- my son in my arms, my husband by my side, and the ones we love here with us- this is what I dreamt of. This moment is all I everwanted.