#thank you for the questions my darling

[blindmagdalena]

how do you think homie would react to reader breaking up with him because they have very different morals (homie kills people, ik he's babygirl but he does just brutally kill people, reader is a pacifist)

-bree(sorry for multiple asks in short time :P)

cw gaslighting, imprisonment, manhandling. no more mr. nice homelander.

"Fine, listen, listen, if it means that much to you, I won't do it anymore," Homelander says, hands lifted placatingly. The way he says it makes it sound like he's doing you a favor. Like you're overreacting to a mild infraction. You stare, mouth agape. "This... This isn't some bad habit. You kill people."

"Yeah," he agrees, a slight strain creeping into his voice. "Yeah! Okay. And? Lots of people kill people. And typically, I only kill people who're also killing people." "Typically," you echo, at a loss. How can he be so flippant about this? It's like he hasn't heard a single word you've said. "You don't care. At all." "Why should I care? Why should you care? It's not like I'm killing people you like, or even know," he says, his exasperation with you intensifying. "But you love me. So just... Cool off, alright? Sleep on it. Before you do something you'll regret."

The shift in his voice when he says that runs a chill up your spine. "Are you threatening me?" "What?" Homelander laughs. "No! Of course not. Babe, listen to yourself. C'mon, I know you're upset-" he moves to take your hand, but for the first time, you yank it from his reach, crossing your arms. His hand hovers in the space yours had been for a moment, his eyes locked on the same spot. He inhales a slow breath, his fingers curling into a fist before dropping back to his side.

When he looks at you, his gaze is bereft of any playfulness. Your denial of him has flipped a switch in him that you've never seen before.

"You're tired," he says, voice set low. Any traces of the lighthearted pretense from earlier has been dropped. "It's late. You have a lot to process. So, we are going to put this aside for tonight. You are going to come to bed with me, and we'll talk about it in the morning, when you're calm." "I am calm," you tell him, refusing to let him make you feel like you're the one being unreasonable. "Please move. I already told my friend I'm on my way," you lie. You wish you had. You wish you realized sooner you would need to. Homelander had always been so utterly devoted to you. He hung on your every word, met your every whim, loved you so thoroughly that he made you feel like his entire world. Only now have you realized the dangers of that kind of love.

His mouth twitches. "Which friend?"

You begin to answer, wanting to give validity to your fiction, but an awful thought occurs to you. Would he hurt them? "It doesn't matter," You reply instead, clutching your overnight bag. "I need space, and I don't want you coming to me before I'm ready. Please, move," you say, voice wavering. He was making this so much more painful than it already was. You do love him, but he's making you feel like you barely even know him.

Homelander taps his hands on his thighs, considering you. After a prolonged silence, just before you open your mouth to speak again, he claps his hands together. "Alright. Sure," he says, stepping forward. You step backwards. "Door's right there." You're immediately relieved, but there's a nagging feeling in your gut. "Thank you," you say softly, adjusting your grip on your bag. "I'll call, okay?" Homelander offers a sideways nod, seeming... resigned. You feel the guilt of it weigh heavily, and for a split second, you question yourself, whether what you're doing is right or fair. You have to steel yourself before your resolve falters. You need time away from him to collect yourself, and figure out what to do about the man you, as it turns out, know very little about.

Just as you pass him, you feel a sudden grip on your arm, and in a flash you're spun around, stumbling back into the penthouse. You stare wide-eyed for a moment, turning back around. Poised exactly as he had been before, Homelander stands in front of the door, hands on his hips. His brows lift slightly. "Well?" Your heart is racing now. "What are you doing?"

"Go on," he says, ignoring your question. "Door's right there."

Anger rolls through you in a heated wave. "I'm not playing this game with you," you say, moving to shove more forcibly passed him this time, but once again he catches you with a hand on your wrist, spinning you around with such ease, you may as well weigh nothing at all. Yet again you stumble back into the penthouse, tears welling in your eyes as you round on him. "Stop it! Get out of my way!" "Door's wide open, babe. All you have to do is get to it, and you can leave," he says, voice perfectly relaxed, devoid of any passion or empathy.

With a frustrated cry, you hurl your bag at him, and full on sprint towards the door. You get closer this time, but just as you reach for the knob, Homelander takes you by your shoulders and spins you right around. Your own momentum carries you further in. You barely catch yourself from falling, letting go a sob that's equal parts rage and heartbreak. Who is this man?

This time, you throw yourself bodily towards the door, screaming your distress, your anger. You do it again and again and again, and every time, Homelander spins you right back around. On the final attempt, as he once again redirects you, the force of your own momentum hurls you to the ground.

"Do you get it yet?" Homelander asks, cocking his head to the side, checking to see if you're picked up on this lesson in futility. "You don't call the shots here. You don't get to just decide we're done. Relationships go two ways, sweetheart," he says. That petname used to give you butterflies. It sounds sour on his tongue now. You hear him sigh, closer to you now.

"Didn't think you'd be that stubborn. But I guess I've always loved that about you when it wasn't pointed at me, huh?" He asks, a playful little lilt slipping back into his voice. You struggle when he scoops you up, you make an animalistic noise of pure aggravation, but it's as fruitless as ever. Homelander is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object, his grip on you like steel. He cannot be stopped, or even hindered, as he carries you towards the bedroom. He sets you down on the bed, and out of pure unthinking fury, you raise your hand to slap him across the face. The strike lands, but Homelander doesn't so much as twitch. Your hand smarts, you may as well have slapped a brick wall. You clutch your wrist, letting go another sob. It aches immediately, frail in comparison to his unyielding frame.

Cupping either side of your face, Homelander swipes away your tears with his thumbs, watching you impassively. There's patience in his expression, though it looks stretched thin.

"I know you're upset," he says, an echo of earlier, as if picking up right from where he'd left off. As if nothing of the last twenty minutes had even happened. "But we'll get through this. And hey, hey, I'm not even mad at you, okay? Because that's what it means when you love someone. You forgive them." You feel numbed by your own plethora of tumultuous emotions, strung out and exhausted. You close your eyes, unable to stomach the loving way he's gazing at you. He kisses your forehead, wringing a weak, hiccupped little noise out of you. "That's my girl. I love you more than anything. You know that, right? That I would never do anything to hurt you?" No matter how gentle his hold on you is, it's inescapable. You have no choice but to face him, bleary as he is through your tear-welled eyes. Unable to push an answer through the tightness in your throat, you just nod.

"That's right. Of course you do. Because if I wanted to hurt you, I would have. It would have been easy, huh?" Those words break something in you. You lose whatever bit of composure you had built back up, and you begin to sob anew, an agonized sound. Homelander's expression twists. He's never liked seeing you cry. He's also never been the source of it.

"Shhh, shhhh, hey, it's alright. You're okay. I would never let anything happen to you," he says, as if he wasn't the very thing happening to you in this moment. He kisses your forehead again, your tear-streaked cheeks, and finally your lips.

You don't have any fight left in you. Not against the press of his lips, and not against the way he brings you under the covers with him, clothes and all.

He pulls you against his chest the same way he has a hundred times before, as if this is any other night that the two of you have fallen asleep in each others embrace.

You hug your arms tight to your chest, crying hard, while he rubs your back, hushing you. Comforting you, as any good boyfriend should.

"It's alright. I've got you," he says, his arms an oppressive force around you. "I've got you."

[olive78111]

Hello! I just wanted to pass by and say this:

I love your art!!! It tastes like lemon cake/pos

Keep up the great work! :)

💓✨Thank you very much, I am very pleased to know that you like my work, it is very inspiring. That's the sweetest thing I've seen today. Thank you again and have a nice day, my olive💓✨

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[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[carnivorousyandeere]

How would Erik respond to their darling being into astrology and wanting to read their birth chart? Also, any ideas on his zodiac and placements? 👀

He’s not one to believe in astrology, and finds himself at a loss as to why you’re so fascinated by it. He’ll give you their birth time and place if you ask, but they have no interest in reading their chart or yours. He will listen to you talking about your own placements out of some curiosity for how you perceive yourself, but he will not like it if you start talking about his placements and what it might say about them as a person lol.

He’s got the Sun in Virgo, Capricorn Rising, and Scorpio Moon.

Strong Virgo and Capricorn dominance in their chart in general. Also have the notion that he’s got some difficult Saturn aspects in his chart.

[blujayonthewing]

💪🤲✌️🤞 for Idri and Aubree!!

💪 - would your character be more likely to scoop someone up in their arms, or be the one getting scooped?

Idri is SO scoopable. She's also maybe an unusual case for a small person in that she LOVES getting casually picked up most of the time-- she got really used to being Hoisted and Thrown About in the circus, and is a little miffed that everyone in the adventuring party is so, like, respectful lmao. Like, if she doesn't wanna get picked up then good fucking luck even catching her, and very much like a cat when she decides she's done being held She's Done and it's not up to you, but most of the time you Can And Should scoop that gnome. THAT SAID, this would probably be a 50/50 situation if she wasn't so much smaller than almost everyone she interacts with! She's energetic and enthusiastic and more than a little silly; she's very much the type to unexpectedly princess-carry a friend just to get a laugh out of them

Aubree's doing the scooping, 100%. Which, you know, she's also Quite Small so it doesn't come up very often, but she has big Scoop Energy. And I mean she absolutely WILL scoop someone twice her size, it just takes a lot more active cooperation and trust on the part of the other person since Aubree's so low to the ground and her arms and hands are very small, haha. I think she really likes picking up and holding or carrying people-- it makes her feel strong in a really affirming way, like this is what the entire point of being strong is. She's not very scoopable herself, though. If you tried as a friend it'd be awkward and difficult, like picking up a squat and nervous dog-- she's not used to it, and not crazy about heights, so she's probably going to make it difficult without even meaning to. If you tried as someone who thinks it'd be So Funny to pick up a halfling she'd break your hands.

🤲 - is your character better at receiving touch or giving it? under what circumstances?

They're both pretty good with both giving and receiving touch! Idri's not really touchy-feely, but she's quite physical in a casual friendly or playful way; big on enthusiastic back-pats, arm-pats, get-a-load-of-that elbow nudges, leaning an elbow on your shoulder if she can manage the height matchup, etc. Big on big friendly hugs, too! That said, I think she's got a lot of starry-eyed Ideas about capital-R Romance but probably gets uncharacteristically nervous and awkward about being touched with real sincerity and tenderness (platonically or otherwise tbh, now that I think about it). She's not incapable of being serious, in good or bad contexts, but she's not super comfortable or confident about it, especially compared with how effortlessly comfortable and confident she generally is in her day-to-day life. Like, if she's crying and you hug her to comfort her, she does want the hug, don't get me wrong, but she's gonna also feel a little weird and uncomfortable about the whole situation, if that makes sense?

Aubree's less outgoingly tactile, but she's still pretty comfortable with casual friendly touch, both giving and receiving. She always offers a handshake when she introduces herself, she'll punctuate laughing at a great joke you just made with a big hearty back clap, etc. She grew up with a bunch of siblings and peers her age so she's also really comfy with things like playful shoving and hair ruffling and little admonishing smacks on the arm or whatever. She gives FANTASTIC hugs, of course. Aubree's fairly comfortable with more sincere physical affection as well, offering it freely and returning it warmly. She's not bad at receiving touch as in uncomfortable or unreceptive, but sometimes I think she's... a little uncertain how to go about it, just out of lack of practice? She likes to be touched with gentleness and tenderness, but she's been such a Big Tough Guy for so long that people rarely even think to approach her very tenderly :')

✌️ - are there any gestures or touches that your character shares with a friend/team/loved one that are a type of code between them?

Idri learned thieves' cant in the circus, and there's a 1000% chance it 1) included hand-signs, which 2) she and her circus buddies used frequently to communicate across distances, or just joke or talk smack on the downlow in front of people

Aubree almost certainly shares some sort of informal and largely unconscious touch-language with her closest siblings, Cass and Fletch, after being so close for their entire shared childhood. She also communicates by touch more than anything with her beloved boar, Truffles 😊

🤞 - if your character needed to touch someone to check on their physical condition, how would they go about it?

Idri's a '[taptaptap on the shoulder, or arm if that's all she can reach] hey buddy you okay?' kind of person; if the situation is more serious she's probably grabbing their arms or the front of their clothes to steady them/ get a better look at them, maybe doing the facepat if they're unconscious or dazed but otherwise not particularly knowing what to do with her hands because she doesn't really know what she's doing as far as Evaluating Physical Condition is concerned

Aubree's protective and comforting-- if they're upright/ conscious she's steering them gently into a chair, or laying them down if necessary; if they're unconscious she's checking for injury and carefully moving them if they're in a position that could hurt them more or make them more uncomfortable, etc. She's worked a lot with animals, so she's not averse to gently but firmly moving someone or holding them in place if the situation calls for it, paired with plenty of verbal assurances and encouragement. 'Hey hey you're all right. Come on, hold still-- there we go, you're all right. Let's see that, then, that's it--'

ask about my OCs! :D

[windslar]

Thank you @grimm-haven, @red-simulation, and @akitasimblr for your questions. If you sent one in and it’s not here, don’t worry, I’m working on them right now ❤️ 

[politemagic]

Sagittarius | Andromeda | Puppis for the asks ✨

hello darya love!!! number one handyman in my heart, thank you for the asks <3

sagittarius ⟢ what is something random that most people don't know about you?

most people don't know I used to be a chiropractic assistant! I took a gap year after high school and my chiropractor needed an assistant. I must have been a really good patient bc I have no idea why else she would have hired a little baby teenager to handle health insurance claims lmaooooooo

andromeda ⟢ what is a world record you think you could totally beat if you really wanted to?

I think the only world record I could posisibly break would be most panic attacks before making one single phone call

puppis ⟢ what's the most stupid / disappointing / bad movie or tv show you have ever seen?

ooohhhh my love I am so happy you asked! and while I could go on for a very very very very very very very very very very very very long time about how it's the Netflix live action ATLA but I simply can't let myself get worked up like that right now.

but the second one that comes to mind is Thor: Love & Thunder. I was possibly number one on a list of people excited for that movie, I absolutely adore Taika Waititi and Ragnarok is in my top 3 mcu movies but that................. was a yikes for me. it was the last straw for me and the mcu tbh

ask game

[slashingdisneypasta]

F/O Imagine/Question

Thinking about Adult Online Shopping with your F/O(s). Like, not even searching for toys to use together- you were just casually looking for something new for yourself, your alone time, and your F/O(s) just happen to walk by and get curious. Did they know before you that you masturbate? If not, how do they feel about it? Are they shy about looking at this stuff with you? Do they try to initiate funky time because of this? Are they cool an casual?

Now imagine actually going to the adult store with them XD

[laulo821]

did you get your name from season 5 episode 14 of breaking bad or was that just a happy coincidence

the number of media that shared the Ozymandias reference i discovered after borrowing the name....

short answer: wasn't planned :] happy coincidence

long answer:

if i want to be lame or not be considered cringe, i can go back to the poem by percy b shelley and yea that's it, the source. but that's not all...

as of now people have cited the breaking bad episode a lot. or the DC character. both of those i watched after choosing my name (circa september 2021).

i watched the Watchmen movie circa march 2022 and breaking bad during spring 2023. so they are not the source material

the source material for my name is, in fact,

SCP-245

or well. the game. so that's scp-245-1 but it's scp-245 that quotes the poem

i was enamoured by his voice, the way he(/it?) quoted it and how relevant it was to his story arc. i was a big fan of rpg horror games and creepypasta/scp at the time (like . 2015?) and that's how i discovered the poem. it was my roman empire in some way

i also like how it applies to my view of the world and how i interract with it. as long as i've remembered, i've wished not to be remembered when i die. Nothing Beside Remains. i accomplish nothing meaningful in my life and prolly create irreparable damage unbeknownst to me. Round That Colossal Wreck. i am nothing but a small fraction of what has happened and what's yet to happen in the universe. Boundless And Bare, The Low And Level Sands Stretch Far Away.

though, i do think i'm superior in some way, and an egotistical, Whose Frown, / And Wrinkled Lip, And Sneer of Cold Command keep people away. i am the King of Kings and Ye Mighty should rightfully Despair when looking Upon My Works, as i produce art, love and things beyond your comprehension

the way things matter now and how they'll never matter as much ever again. how things are fleeting. how it is all meaningless to be so vain, but how it also is a reason to be vain. how we are beautifully alive and doomed from the start. i am everything. yet i am nothing.

also it is believed that it is Ozymandias, also known as Rameses II, is the Pharaoh who caused the Plagues in the Bible, during the Moise n Exodus episode. :] being raised a catholic, yknow i had to sprinkle it with mocking irony, although it is more like a tribute.

[sleepy-stitches]

hello tumblr user sleepy stitches why am i willing to die for ur yuri ocs despite only having seen one line of dialogue from both of them?

sincerely, me

hi tumblr user verysharpfish,

thank you for writing in. at the top of this post i would like to clarify that pahrsi was made by my good friend rye beans, so i cannot at all take credit for her. ariane is my girl though. i would love to blend her. she sucks.

to answer your question, i think it is because they are both completely fucking insane. the dialogue in question is one i picked because i think it's wild out of context, but it stays equally insane in context? this exchange happens maybe two hours after they've met, after pahrsi has stitched up a particularly icky wound ariane has in the back of her leg (obtained from other yuri. thats a story for a different post though). they literally met at a casino and pahrsi talked ariane into taking her back to her place to stitch her up. as a complete stranger. because she thought it would be fun. i need to send her to the shredder.

the whole reason they find themselves drawn to each other in the first place is because they both have girlfriends that they have kind of rocky relationships with, and they remind each other of those girlfriends. it's kind of a weird rebound situation except if they never did anything explicitly romantic and instead just kind of danced around the fact that they're obviously attracted to each other for like two entire years. they make me fucking crazy.

oh and every exchange they have is equally insane. they always talk like this. im struggling to pick my favourite one to add at the end here because all of it is really really good. i think this one is a classic; this is barely a third of the conversation these two have about ariane's potential to kill pahrsi.

what the FUCK is wrong with them

[lifemod17]

Hello! Good timezone!! 4, 14, 20 and 64 for the ask game 🌿

hello Z, happy timezones bb 🥰🥰

4. what is your favorite constellation, why? the summer triangle! it's one of those 'my ex showed it me but I still like it so now I love it for me, not for them' kind of thing, if that makes sense?

14. do you believe in soul mates? yes? I do but sometimes I'm too single to acknowledge the fact that there is someone out there for me, platonic or otherwise. (I am so sorry this is just sad MOVING ON😅)

20. something most people don’t know about you. I am a lot more sad than I let on. I am very hard on myself. welp it's still sad sorry! here's a not sad one: I *HATE* any strong smells in the morning, especially if I haven't woken up yet!

64. how are you? honestly. Z CHOSE VIOLENCE WITH THESE QUESTIONS DAMN HAHA uhhh... I have been feeling lonely since last night and all I want to do is hide in my room and dim the lights and read and listen to music in peace

[lcfthaunted]

@narrativebound sent 📚 for John Watson

She knew the doctor—of course she knew the doctor, with how closely the professor was watching his flatmate. With how closely the professor was making her watch his flatmate. Her sister obsessing over the stories the good doctor wrote didn’t help things, either. She had no high opinion of Mister Holmes, despite Mallaidh’s adoration, and her opinion of the good doctor suffered as a result. Still, the professor is not someone to say no to, and she decides it’s time to position herself a little closer to Baker Street.

Julian had offered her several stories to use in order to get closer to the doctor, but Mazie decided the best lie was the truth. It is difficult to find the doctor without the detective, but Mazie is patient, and finds the perfect window. She sends up her card identifying herself as the Dowager Baroness Tilliton, does not wait for a response before ascending to the flat. “My apologies for dropping in unannounced. But I was rather hoping for a moment of your time.”

[arcielee]

Which house in the asoiaf world would you choose to be part of?👀

My darling anon, I really love this question. 💜

A Northern house for certain, but I do favor the Starks.

The idea of direwolves is so nifty; also, I just love the cold and the gray, plus the idea of old blood, old gods and the whispers of their presence amongst the weirwoods?

Sounds like my jam.

[clemencetaught]

"Here," it's... it's just bread. It's a bun, sure large enough to still some amount of hunger, but it's just bread. And yet, María holds it in front of Patrick with the face of someone who'd consider it a criminal offense to refuse it. Nevermind that she's stolen it from one of the banquets. "Just making sure you're eating." ((RUH-ROH it's Len again~ and I promise I forgot about the Peeta bread thing until I re-read this IGNORE THAT--!! FDKLGJDLAJSGF Hope you didn't end up getting sick BUT IF YOU DID HOPE YOU'RE RESTING AND FEELING BETTER SOON 🥺)) || okay but panem is also known as the nation of bread & circuses– ( unprompted w/ @mythvoiced )

He doesn’t eat much in the Capitol. 

Which is ironic, seeing how most of his life before the games, Patrick was always hungry. Always trying between schooling and factory shifts to figure out when his next meal was going to come. Why else would he and Hyuk have taken out tesserae all those years ago? It was preferable, playing the odds in the Reaping to starving for the rest of the year.

Nowadays, food is the least of his concerns. Whereas there is still a dearth in District Three, there is surplus in the Capitol. No surplus isn’t the right word; a surplus would mean the Capitol keeps the extra for the future. No, there is an excess of food in the Capitol, an excess that is dumped and left to rot after the pigs have had their share, have had their fun.

When he remembers that, food in the Capitol, no matter how finely it’s been prepared, becomes disgusting. Repulsive when it is combined with the thought of the districts, his people, still starving and fighting one another for the Capitol’s ‘scraps’. One plate is enough for Patrick to feel the bile swish in his stomach and even crawl back up his throat– how is he supposed to enjoy this filth now?

(But of course the Capitol has a way of perverting everything. Who else would have invented a liquid that makes one vomit what was just digested to make room for more food?)

“You didn’t have to,” is the first set of words to come out of his mouth, however. It’s such a childish gesture on her part; as a victor, she and her family should have more than enough riches to cover for food whether she’s in the Capitol or her own district. That and it’s considered normal to take leftovers from these banquets.

And yet, she’s staring him down like they are in covenance– it’s odd…strange how the things the Capitol deem sacred, she’ll approach with the irreverence of a foreigner and yet with the most mundane of objects, like a loaf of bread, most likely one of the hundred baked today and will be replicated tomorrow, like it is worth the weight of gold. He takes a hold of María’s loot. The loaf is still warm, freshly out of the oven, he wants to believe. Like it came from one of the bakeries in say, District 12, rather than a Capitol banquet table. Does she look at the Capitol and its elaborate feasts the same way? District Eight is probably just as bad if not even worse than his own district when it comes to food shortages so maybe her thievery makes sense.

When one has gone without food for long enough, no amount of surplus is enough to satiate the insecurity. He knows that feeling all too well. His stomach growls in anticipation. “…Normally, the Capitol likes to have this with caviar.” A delicacy from District Four along with butter shipped from District Ten. He splits the loaf in two, the inside crackling and breaking into two crisp pieces. “But I think…I think it tastes just as delicious on its own.” He hands María one half while taking a bite out of the other. “Take the other half; I can’t finish it on my own.”

It tastes delicious. 

[ronmanmob]

Despite Ron's aversion to touch, to seeming vulnerability, is there something about tattoos that hits different? How does he work that out in his head?

Questions, questions, questions

Now THAT...That's a question I've been asking myself - and him - since I met him at the bar one day and he decided he was coming home with me. I think at least part of it is the fact he's been going to the same tattoo parlour since before he got poorly. The same artist who did his first inking as a just about old enough to have one done at all pup is the one whose done every single one since. So that from before trust is there -- he didn't hurt him that time; why would he now?

That logic doesn't always hold, mind.

There've been times Ron's had to call halt to sessions because something suddenly didn't feel right, or some member of the cuntish shop of horrors between his ears suddenly got loud enough to effect him. Indeed if Beth looks close enough she'll be able to see the legacy of a couple of them -- coverup jobs where the suddenly wrong ink has been fixed and made into something right feeling. The artist - a lovely chap of Jamaican heritage who came to London as a lad - has always been understanding of his client's turns, even though Ron's never explained their cause to him. Local gossip is he's got an aunt who's quite similar natured, but no one round the area's got the arsehole to bring her up to his face.

Anyway-

Beyond those Sudden Moments Of Utter NO and how knowing his tattoo artist well Really Helps with the ink-getting, Ron manages the experience with A Lot of brain work. Logicking it out (as best you can with honest to goodness schizophrenic reasoning) his troubles stem from a delusion/hallucination about being invaded by others through touch or eye contact; hence his aversion to both of those things. What he tries to do to combat this - which in itself might qualify as a delusion if you look at it square on - is focus on what the tattoo he's getting represents as its being drawn into him. This focus, he feels, negates the invasionary properties of the procedure and imbues him instead with the...spirit? Nature, perhaps? With the essence of what he's having added to his canvas. A date of birth for a loved one carries his love for and connection to them, for example. A homage of a loved dog is pure love and protectiveness; pure power. A symbol for a lover or loved one? Likewise - hence the almost meditative experience he had sitting through the sessions that completed his sleeve in memoriam of his aunt Rose.

And beyond even those things...He won't go alone to the sessions - hence Pat's slowly growing canvas. And he won't go to them unarmed either, but his artist needn't, doesn't and will never know that.

[krenenbaker]

Blue roses and 6 roses for hmmmm f/o in SDV :3

ooh, good choices! I'll do answers for my 3 f/os in sdv: Leah, Elliott, and Harvey. Leah was my first ever spouse in that game, followed by Elliott, then Harvey (in different saves... I couldn't bear to split with any of them)

Blue rose: What is your favorite date setting?

All 3 prefer some slightly quieter, more intimate settings for dates.

Leah: Somewhere in nature, usually. One of the main date locations we return to often is the riverbank, deep in the forest. (the Stardrop Saloon is another semi-frequent location for more casual dates)

Elliott: Similarly, nature is a common date setting with Elliott, especially the far side of the beach at the tide pools, and out on the water (like our first date ♡). However... the library / museum is a fairly common date location, too.

Harvey: Harvey is a bit more indoorsy than Elliott and much more indoorsy than Leah, though we do go for walks in the park near the community centre. But really, any date setting / date where we are close with one another and able to interact and learn is a favourite. Events (ex. a cooking workshop) at the community centre are perfect for me and Harvey

6 roses: If you had to choose a theme song that represents you and your F/O, what would it be?

I'll just give a song for this, without too much description

Leah - Ready Now (dodie)

Elliott - Hey Lover! (Wabie)

Harvey - There, I've Said It Again (Vaughn Monroe)