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thebadgerclan · 3 years ago

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SFW Alphabet: George Weasley

Requested by Anonymous

A/N: The motivation hit to get these alphabets done, so we gettin them done 😂

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

George is HUGE on affection. He’s super lovey dovey, wanting you (and everyone in the vicinity) to know how much he loves you

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the Prongs of the friend group, always causing trouble and playing pranks. You become friends after a failed prank, you were the only one who laughed even though it failed

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

George will keep you in his lap, arms tight around you, lips on your temple. Spooning you, stroking your side gently, or with you facing him, face in his chest

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does, but he has plans first. George wants to take you on trips, to see the world, he wants to expand his store. But eventually, yes, George wants to settle down

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be heartbroken about it, but he’d try to make you laugh. George would want to stay friends, unless something drastic happened

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

George is itching to marry you, and he asks as soon as you’re out of school. The ring is a silver band with a diamond (Bc George wants you to have a diamond), yours and his initials engraved

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very. George never yells at you, and he’s very very rarely angry with you. Physically, you’re his babygirl, and he’s going to treat you accordingly

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

George has two styles of hugs: he’ll sneak up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, kissing your neck. “Hey babygirl.”, and bear hugs, holding you tightly to him, your head on his chest

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s about 5 months into the relationship. You’re in the common room, lying with your head in George’s lap. “You know I love you, right?” he asks. “Because I do. I love you so much.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

George doesn’t handle jealousy well, especially when it comes to you. He’ll come up to you and kiss you, not caring who’s around. “There’s my girl,” he’ll say, letting everyone know whose you are

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

George loves kissing you. He’ll pull you into his arms and kiss you deeply, lips lingering on yours until you feel like you’ll faint. “Pretty girl,” he’ll whisper, kissing you again. Forehead kisses are another favorite

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

George grew up in a busy house, constant busyness. In short, yes, he loves kids, and he really wants to have them with you. He wants a whole brood, but if you only want 1 or 2, then he’s good with 1 or 2

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Waking in his arms before trying to drag him out of bed so you’re not late for work/class

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Honestly, dragging him into bed so he’s not exhausted the next day, falling asleep in his arms

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

George is an open book, hiding nothing from you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With others, George can be quick to anger, but with you, he’s a moon eyed calf. He’s endlessly patient with you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Many things slip George’s mind, but things you tell him aren’t those. He remembers everything, and he’ll use that knowledge to surprise you

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When Molly met you for the first time. She took one look at you and beamed. “She’s perfect, Georgie.”

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

George is pretty protective over you. he doesn’t like other getting too close, and with Voldy running around, he can’t be too careful

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

There is nothing this man wouldn’t do for you, and this applies to dates and gifts. They all have meaning, even if they’re not fancy or expensive. A plush of your favorite animal, your favorite drink, things like that

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

George can get wrapped up in work with the store, neglecting you and his needs

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly, not at all. But he makes the tousled hair work, and it’s honestly pretty cute

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

100%. You and Fred are the two people he cannot live without

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

George keeps a muggle picture of you on his desk: a candid of you laughing at something neither of you remember

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He needs someone who can laugh with him

Z= Zzz (A sleep habit of theirs)

George talks in his sleep, and it never makes sense. “We need 2 more llamas, or Fudge will turn into a sheep.”

#george weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley x you #harry potter reader insert

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firesongbard · 3 years ago

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Worlds and Innocence Lost

A short snippet from my Post-Control long fic. Read more on AO3

S H E P A R D

She used to stand outside and look up at the stars when she was restless. She’d watch the endless field of lights and pretend they enveloped her, cradling her like some lost explorer destined for new frontiers.

Her father’s influence, most likely. He was the hopeless romantic. Her mother had always been much more practical.

The melancholic song of worlds and innocence lost echoed in her mind and she tried not to let her thoughts drift too close to her own history.

“Shepard, Oh I am so sorry. I just… I did not expect, I mean…” Shepard turned. She hadn’t realized she’d slipped into parade rest staring out the observation deck—the guise of professionalism she often wore as armor. Liara’s words petered out meekly “I thought I heard singing…”

Had she been singing? The quarian lament itched in her brain, but she hadn’t had the courage to talk to Tali about what she had seen—the hologram of a single performer without instrument warbling the last notes of a mournful melody. She told herself it was because she couldn’t make Tali the avatar of her people just because she was the only quarian she had ever met. It was disrespectful, and enough of the crew shouldered her with that burden as it was. She spoke lies to herself of professional courtesy to avoid thinking how close to home the idea had hit—keening for a home lost, a childhood stolen, a place that would never be as it was. Keelah se’lai, hope reduced to a prayer.

“Commander?” Liara’s hesitant but insistent tone pulled Shepard from her thoughts again.

“Do androids dream of electric sheep?” It wasn’t what she’d meant to say. “Sorry. I guess Williams is rubbing off on me. It’s the name of an old human story.” It was something, anything to pull her from the memories of fires, smells of smoke and burning meat, of screaming and searing flesh and cages. “I haven’t even read it, I just know the title.”

The alien woman approached quietly, her hands fluttering at her sides as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. She smoothed her science uniform over her hips and let them fall, uneasy. “Most species have stories struggling with the morality of creating life. I am familiar with the question. Can synthetic life have true motivations and desires beyond its programming? And it seems like it is always asked long before the first synthetic intelligence is encountered. Asking a question of a people who cannot answer.”

Shepard tore her eyes away from the stars to look at the centenarian now beside her. It was easy to forget how old she was. She carried a childlike innocence but every so often she would sound so wise, so tired, that Shepard was suddenly struck by the difference in lifespan.

She had stared too long, deep in thought. The asari shifted uncomfortably under her analysis. “I am an archaeologist. I have gotten somewhat good at understanding people who cannot speak for themselves. I am probably better suited when there is no one to hear me fumble my end of the conversation.” She reached out and clasped Shepard’s hand in her own, bold except for her inability to meet her eyes. “But if you ever want someone to talk to—Goddess please, just do not let it fester in silence.”

It was all Shepard could do not to yank her hand away. She forced her mask into place, and turned her eyes toward the incredibly young asari. “I’ll be alright, Liara. But thank you.” Equal parts firm and gentle. The Stoic Commander’s fabled light touch, gaining the trust and loyalty of all who followed her. It seemed to be enough. Liara released her hold and stepped away, turning toward the observation window to put professionalism back between them.

“Was it the geth?” she asked, her eyes trained on the stars to avoid meeting Shepard’s.

“They’re machines, Liara.” She snapped, too quickly. Too much bite. “They’re dangerous machines, and whatever Saren’s using them to do I’m going to stop them.” It was the truth, but it felt false somehow. They let that half-lie hang in the air for a moment between them.

“Kaidan told me.” She finally replied, finally allowing her eyes to flick away from the stars for a moment. Her curious concern won over her will to seem aloof. “He said your report was wrong. It wasn’t a military incursion. It was a concert.” Shepard turned back to the stars, and her silence was admission enough. “Shepard—”

“My report was accurate. We found evidence of the geth transmitting data about the quarians back to their homeworlds beyond the Perseus Veil. We stopped what could have been a massive intelligence hub and captured data that could help us stop this war.” Her words were short, clipped, and a touch too angry. More false truth. She sucked in a deep breath, praying to the stars for a moment of serenity, a moment of silence from the memories in her mind, from the damned voice still singing sadly in her ear. “It wouldn’t matter if Saren had recruited krogen, or rachnai, or the damned turians again.” Or batarians, her mind offered, most unhelpful. She bit the words down, bit back the anger bubbling to the surface. “Art doesn’t matter when the walls are painted in blood.”

At last, something that felt true. Liara stood in silence, letting the anger in the air recede, stolen by the cold void of space.

She had always loved the stars. Far from the home that bled and screamed when the horrible reality of living beyond the sky came to collect payment for their hubris. The quiet refrain invaded her mind once more. A people displaced, a homeworld lost to their own pride, the children left behind too young to understand why someone believed they had to die…

“For what it is worth, I do not think that they do.” Again Liara’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Dream, that is.” She hastily interrupted herself, realizing she had picked up a loose thread from too many moments ago. “I think that is why they are so curious about why we do.”

She fought the memory of the girl from Mindoir out of her head and her mouth supplied words just distant enough from her lost childhood. “Curiosity is a very human thing.” Shepard tore herself away from the stars, from the memories she couldn’t afford to dwell on anymore. She paused at the door just long enough to offer as gently as she could “Get some sleep, Liara. We arrive at Virmire in 7 hours, and I think we’ll need the whole team groundside for it.” She wore her command like armor, and let the doors swish behind her—leaving the good doctor to explore the stars alone, banishing the Lament of worlds and innocence lost from her mind.

#mass effect fanfiction #short snippet #femshep #liara tsoni #mass effect 1 #memories from mindoir #did the end of UNC: Geth Incursions give anyone else chills?

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square-blunt · 4 years ago

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It's honor among theives, it's all that we've got.

Just a silly little c!karlnapity fic I've been working on. It's a little out dated but yknow, it is what it is.

Tw- Major ptsd, trauma/abuse flashback, panic/anxiety attack, it's lovely for Q Wc: 1624 AO3:link

It’s early in the morning, light filtering in through the blinds, dust suspended in the air. Quackity turns over, trying desperately to hold onto the remnants of sleep. The birds grow louder, as does the soft drone of life outside the walls, and he realizes his attempt to slip back into unconsciousness will be unsuccessful. He lets sleep slide from his grasp. Q sits up, and the room is a lot colder than he’d hoped. He bends sideways, feeling around for a hoodie he might have thrown on the floor last night, finds one, and tugs it over his head. There’s a knock at the far door, and he smiles as his partners walk in, padding across to him with a tray of food, very loudly- and badly- singing happy birthday. Q’s grin grows wider as he notices that he’s not wearing his own hoodie, but one that belongs to one of his boyfriends- the one who’s putting the tray down on his lap- and his other slides into bed next to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, Q!!” Karl grins, handing him a napkin.

“Happy, happy,” Sapnap says, immediately cutting off a piece of pancake and shoving it in Quackity’s mouth. Q groans and playfully smacks Sapnap’s hand, and the fork, away.

“Thank you, I’m gonna be honest I was not expecting you guys to do this- I forgot about today completely, anyways.” Q, mumbling around the bite of a rather dry pancake, takes the fork and knife back from Sapnap.

“Of course we would, we fucking love you, dude.” Sapnap adjusts his position to lean back against the bed frame, steading the tray with one hand.

“I know that, dumbass, but I didn’t even ask you to do this- like I said, I forgot that today was my birthday at all.” Q fidgets with the fork.

“Well, we didn’t- Sapnap didn’t at least,” Karl says, giggling- Q loved that little laugh he does.

“You didn’t have to ask us- don’t tell me you’ve never had breakfast in bed before,” Sapnap says.

“I- no, I guess I haven’t-” Q begins.

“In all your years no one’s ever brought you breakfast in bed?” Karl asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I mean, yeah, once, but I kinda spilled it everywhere.” Quackity tries to put a lightness in his voice, but Quackity couldn’t really manage it. He did have breakfast in bed once. The reason he got it was because he couldn’t get out of bed in the first place, the night before that had been absolutely awful. Maybe the worst of his life-

“Was that when you were a kid? You got someone to do it again?” Sapnap reaches over and sneaks a piece of bacon and stuffs it in his mouth, snapping Quackity back to reality.

“Not exactly. I- I didn’t know that was something you could do when I was a kid, and, uh, y’know, there’ve been only a few people willing to do… this… for me at all anyways,” Q mumbles, passing the fork through his fingers. He hopes they don’t press any further.

“Well, had it or not, you have hardly eaten anything so hush and let me feed you.” Karl seems to have completely missed what Quackity just said, and he was relieved.

“Wait- no- Karl I wanna do that.” Sapnap grabs the fork out of Quackity’s hand again, making the coffee mug teeter. Quackity shoots out a hand to steady it.

“Hey that’s not fair you get to sit next to him I wanna do it.” Karl crawls over Quackity’s legs and reaches out for Sapnap-

“Hey- guys-” the plate is sliding around on the tray, and Quackity would very much like to not stain the sheets. Not more than they already were, at least-

“You got to bring the tray to him I wanna do it-” Sapnap rotates away, hiding the fork- and his knee pops up, flipping the tray over. Quackity holds onto the steaming hot coffee mug, so at least that didn’t burn him, but the pancakes, bacon, and eggs fly everywhere. The plate bounces off the bed and shatters on the floor, leaving a sticky circle in its wake. The three of them are silent- but Quackity’s head rings with the sound of the plate breaking. It sounds so much like glass. It sounds like glass breaking. It sounds like a bottle being thrown and hitting a wall, missing your head by inches. It sounds like him. The tray clatters to the floor, but Quackity pays it no mind. The sound of shattering glass, porcelain, is drowning out the sound of his breathing, of the blood rushing through his skull. He doesn’t know if Karl and Sapnap are talking to him and quite frankly he doesn’t care. He doesn’t know where he’s looking, the image doesn’t make it to his brain. Another image, a memory, takes its place. He can’t feel the mug in his hands, but he knows it’s there, because every one of his muscles are tensed. He is completely still. He was never able to hurt him if he stood still. The ‘seeing-double’ myth was true and it always worked. If he got drunk, he got drunk enough to see quintuple. He never knew which Quackity to hit. All but once. The morning after, Quackity had leftover steak and potatoes, and a whisky stained kiss, for breakfast.

Quackity jumps as a hand cradles his face, some of the coffee spilling out- he braces himself. The coffee burns his hand. His mind spirals down and crashes back to reality.

“-you ok? Q?” An image of Karl, brushing his hair out of his face, and Sapnap, bent down cleaning up the plate off the floor, attacks his mind. The clinking shards, Karls light breathing and even lighter questions bombard his ears. His eyes sting. He pushes the mug into Karls hand and rushes out of the room, running down the hall and out to the balcony. It’s way too loud out here, too. Birds, cows, sheep, the distant sound of gleeful squeals and song. It’s too bright. There are too many colors. There’s too much going on. He just wants to hide.

“Quackity?” Sapnap calls from down the hall. Quackity loves him but he can’t do this right now. He digs through his pockets, and somehow, he has a three minute invis pot. That’s more than enough. He unstops the bottle, and downs it, the light liquid making his skin feel funny. He’s used to the feeling. He pockets the bottle, and turns down the hallway, Karl has joined Sapnap, the mug still in his hands. They both look really worried. He would be worried, too.

‘They wouldn’t hurt you and you know that. They’d rather die than hurt you. You know that. They’re not like him.’ Q tells himself. Karl and Sapnap pass by him, the breeze they produce ruffles his hair. Q hopes they- wait. He should be hoping they worry. Why is he hiding? He should talk to them about this. He’s running away from it, from them, again. But it's all he knows. Running from people who were supposed to protect him, when they didnt- when they hurt him- they left him- stood by and watched. No one protected him. No one ever cared enough to protect him-

"Sapnap-" Karl is stood in the middle of the hallway, he had come back up after checking for Quackity downstairs. Karl in front of Quackity, and Sapnap responds from a hallway out of Q's sight.

"Sapnap the balcony is open-" Karl says, worry tinting his voice.

"Yeah? Is he on the balcony?" Sapnap jogs back into view.

"Sapnap the front doors are still locked. He'd have left the front doors unlocked if he left through there." After a beat, both Karl and Sapnap break into a sprint down the stairs.

'What are they doing?' Quackity thinks, confused. 'What did it matter if the balcony- was the only way he could have gotten down- oh god-' Quackity runs after them, stopping to grab a bucket, he might be able to find a cow. Out on the patio, Q frantically looks around, trying to find any sign of movement, when a message pings on his wristband.

[S a p N a p]: H a s a n y o n e s e e n Q ?

Does he answer? Does he want- yes. Yes he wants them to find him. Q wants them to know he's safe. He's spent so long hiding from him, he needs to be found now.

/ m s g [S a p N a p]: I ' m s t i l l a t t h e h o u s e

He hears a semi-distant noise, the sound of running, as Karl and Sapnap round a tree and come barreling up the path. Q doesn't trust himself to speak. He reaches out and his hand brushes Karl's arm, and Karl stops.

"Karl?" Sapnap catches himself on the doorframe, and Karl looks down to where Q's hand rests on his arm.

"Quackity?" Karl asks, looking about three inches left to where Q actually is. Q squeezes Karl's arm. "You're invisible, honey." He covers Q's hand with his own, a twinkle in his eye.

"Is he here?" Sapnap walks up to them, and Q cups Sapnap's face with his other hand. Sapnap jumps, obviously, but still swoops in for a hug, getting Karl, but completely missing Q.

Quackity laughs. He joins the hug for himself, sandwiched in between Karl and Sapnap, and very faintly, "Thank you for not being like him."

The invis wears off.

Quackity doesn't need to hide.

He's been found.

#tw trauma #tw abuse #tw ptsd #tw panic attack #tw anxiety attack #karlnapity #c!karlnapity #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp writing #c!sapnap #c!karl #c!quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #quackity #i miss them :pensive:#gremtalks

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moonlit-han · 4 years ago

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a sweet ride ↠ yang jeongin

genre: bad boy!jeongin, high school au, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: swearing, mention of smoking & underage alcohol consumption, almost suggestive request: yes (yangomangos, prompt included: “Don’t cry.”) a/n: this one’s for the jeongin enthusiasts~

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

↠↞

every morning as you wait outside your high school for classes to start

you hear the thunder of his motorcycle

it’s loud, mildly obnoxious, and occasionally spits out fumes

but you don’t care

you actually like the sound of the bike and how the vibrations rumble in ur chest

it’s a sleek black and built almost entirely by him: old chassis, long handle bars, and a satisfying growl as the engine ignites

if you stand too close when he pulls up in the parking lot in the morning, you can feel the vibrations coming through the pavement

(your mum would probably lock you in a tower only a knight could enter if she ever found out you’d been on a motorcycle

…..not that you’d been on one

yet (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)? )

the owner of that motorcycle is your high school’s one and only bad boy

♡･｡.:*.ﾟyang jeongin ﾟ.*:.｡･♡

(but please call him “I.N.” because he’s actually out of the preppy, popular crowd ( ｀^´ ) )

he could ride that motorcycle straight through your heart and you wouldn’t care

okay maybe not your heart bc that would hurt (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

but definitely through your bedroom

that would be

f i n e (⊙‿⊙✿)

……….

all your friends cover their ears and turn away when jeongin pulls up

there isn’t a rule against a senior having a motorcycle and riding it to school

there are people who drive cars to school and that’s fine

he has a license and always wears a helmet

and he wears a thick leather jacket and heavy, black boots

(you’ve seen those boots

they look like they could stomp through concrete or smth)

there is no way he wouldn’t be safe

well, besides the fact that he rides a motorcycle

but you, still not caring, just kinda stare as he rides into the parking area in front of the school

he always does this cool lil swing into his designated “motorcycles only” spot

and then takes off his helmet

to do that fucking hair shake that you always see in movies

that can only mean “hot guy on a motorcycle”

fucking hell

oh and he then runs his fingers through his black hair

to make it appropriately ~windswept~

and, yes, he looks way too god damn hot

unnecessarily so in your humble opinion (๑`^´๑)

you almost flip your shit every morning just bc of him

he’s handsome like a fucking movie star

angled cheekbones, a defined nose and chin, a jawline so sharp it could ki— it could seriously hurt you

and don’t even start on his eyes

jeongin’s eyes are so dark you often wonder if they’re actually brown

if he looks at you in the halls, you immediately get the sense he could somehow see into your soul

and, judging by the dark aura he has, probably can

jeongin isn’t particularly horrible or anything, but he’s known throughout the school to, honestly, not give a flying fuck

about anything

he’s….a little chaotic

for example, he flouts any rule he doesn’t like

and he talks back if a teacher says something he doesn’t agree with

(this has lead to some very heated discussions in class

although, you were actually inclined to agree with him most of the time, since he usually brings up some good points and such

(it’s generally a good idea, you’ve mused on a regular basis, to treat people like human beings and not like machines only in existence to produce goods and perform services to a select few)

most of your classes are with him

and he’s really smart

like the kind of smart where he barely does any work but still passes the class with an A

i mean, who said he could do that??!!?!

who allowed such sorcery

heCk

and you know he’s passed all his courses

he may or may not occasionally smoke or drink behind the school but you know for a fact there are people who do much worse and nobody says anything about them

maybe it’s the leather

and the moodiness

but um;;;;; that’s kinda hot, you know?

you’re not really sure why people think he’s the “bad boy”...

you’ve never seen or heard him be mean or rude to anyone, so how bad can he be?

okay okay yes you’ve seen the knife hilts poking out of his boots

but who the fuck cares?!! ( • ̀ω•́ )

it’s not like he’s ever pulled them on anyone

that you know of

.............

and you’re pretty sure he knows you kinda watch him, too

bc one day he parked his bike facing the school instead of away

and you were just ~there~ as usual

but feeling very alone and exposed

since your dumbass friends had all decided to abandon you in your hour of need by walking away just before he rode up

and then, like a herd of sheep, they all turned to watch you as he did

ahahah friends? what are they?! nah don’t need them;;;

so there you were standing out on the pavement

very obviously looking at him

w e l p Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)

but, of course, he just had to look up

and this lil shit winked at you

actually winked

EXCUSE ME YANG JEONGIN

W H A T

;;;;;;;;;;;;

your friends teased you all day

“ooooh look it’s lover boy”

“shut up shut up shut up”

“but he just lookeD AT YOU”

“you’re lying”

“Y/N YOU FOOL”

“HHHHHHHH”

and it only gets worse from there (....um, you sure about that y/n?)

now whenever jeongin arrives in the mornings

he makes a point at looking over at you

you don’t always notice, unfortunately

and he ends up with a sad lil smile on his face bc he knows you’re having fun with your friends

but fuck!!!!

you’re just so!!! cute!!!!!

how can he not notice you??!!!

especially when you’re in all of his classes

and obviously watch for his motorcycle every morning

it makes him feel kinda cool, tbh

he’s also noticed that you like strawberries

a l o t (≧◡≦)

as in, your backpack is a strawberry

you have strawberry pins on said strawberry backpack

your raincoat has a pattern of strawberries on it

your pencil case may or may not be a lil cat eating, yes, a strawberry

jeongin being the smooth guy (he thinks) he is

gets you a strawberry sweetbread

and is all excited to give it to you

so after class on friday, he decides today’s his chance

(also, the sweetbread isn’t gonna last forever alfdjghafkgj)

aaaand you both try to walk out the door at the same time

which doesn’t work

but WOW YOU’RE NOW REALLY CLOSE TO HIM

jeongin: *vibrates*

ACTUALLY TOUCHING SHOULDERS

WHAT

…..fuck (￢_￢;)

and since when do you smell really good, too?? alkjhsjfghajhf

jeongin’s just a little overwhelmed, you know?

ANyWaY;;;;;;

y/n, blushing furiously: “oh my god sorry”

jeongin, spluttering: “no, no after you”

((oh wow his voice dropped since the last time you saw him

how is that even possible??? guys….))

after a couple tries back and forth through the doorway

(your teacher’s trying not to laugh in the background)

you finally both make it out of the classroom

and you start to speed walk away since your friends are waiting so you all can hang out

“hey, y/n!” comes down the hall after you

ALSDJHADJFLHG what ;;

you turn around quickly to find jeongin standing right behind you

“um, so i noticed you really like strawberries”

e x c u s e m e (O_O);;;

first of all:

yang jeongin—your school’s super hot bad boy, the guy you’re only a little obsessed with bc he rides a motorcycle, the inexplicably brilliant student, and total badass—just spoke to you

WHAT

((really, Y/N?? r e a l l y?????))

second of all:

he’s holding something wrapped in absolutely adorable cat (and strawberry) wrapping paper

that’s completely against his aesthetic

but matches yours to a tee ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

huh….

“y/n?” *holds out package*

you have to mentally shake yourself a little

but you’re back now

hhhHHHH

“me?”

“Yeah, I got you this. I hope you like it.” (●´ω｀●)

“thanks?” you say a bit lamely

you take the package and get a whiff of sweetbread

s w e e t b r e a d!!!! (*♡∀♡)

ajfhakljfhgjdsfgh your fav

you’d half expected jeongin to blast on outta there asap

but now he’s just standing in front of you, just kinda shifting back and forth

wait…is he nervous??

you slowly unwrap the package, careful not to damage the wrapping paper

(you are so going to reuse it or hang it on the wall or something ajdsdjfg)

and inside is a rounded sweetbread with strawberries delicately placed on top amongst swirls of pink icing

you gasp quietly

fucking hell it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

jeongin’s just watching you, a small smiling spreading across his face

(which you don’t notice bc b r e a d)

you take a small bite of the treat and

。*:゜♡ヽ(*’∀’*)/♡゜:。*。

IT’S SOOOOO GOOD!!!!

you take another bite before looking up at jeongin and you finally see his smile

( ◡‿◡ ♡) (♡‿♡) (*♡∀♡)

it’s actually the best thing you’ve ever seen

there’s so much genuine happiness, and just a hint of mischievous mirth, in his smile

you feel like you’re looking into the sun, it’s so bright

why did jeongin, of all people get you, of all people, a sweetbread?

jeongin, completely unable to look cool anymore and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet: “is it good?”

“OH MY GOD YES!!!”

and then you do something you never thought you’d do

ever

in the whole world ever

you throw your arms around yang jeongin’s neck

and give him a really big hug

his arms come up and around you to hug you back almost immediately,

which you were expecting even less than your own actions

but his hug is wonderful, even if he’s holding you like fine china

in a moment, you remember yourself and quickly step back

jeongin is blushing so much that he looks like a strawberry

(so good you just wanna eat him up (◕‿◕))

((y/n pls,,,,, not here....))

and you know you’re blushing just as much

you splutter an apology and run off down the hallway

and because you’re running off,

you don’t notice that jeongin is staring after

like a lovesick puppy (◕︵◕)

your friends are all over you about the sweetbread

bc they love it too

but you just say that you forgot you’d brought it with you that day

for some reason, you didn’t want to tell about your encounter with jeongin

when you get home, you savor the sweetbread,

remembering the warmth of jeongin’s smile~

the next friday, you’re outside at the picnic tables during lunch

it’s an absolutely beautiful day, with a light breeze~ (⌒ω⌒)

against the better judgement and fervent suggestions of your friends

you decide that it’s a great idea to get on top of one the tables

and dance

why?

someone had started playing ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”

no one can resist that song

so you’re having the time of your life

just dancing around on the table that your friends have since vacated bc they

a) don’t want to get kicked in the head, and

b) feel quite embarrassed to associate with you while you’re like this

......traitors (๑`^´๑)

and as anyone with an ounce of sense does when dancing to ABBA

you occasionally close your eyes in happiness

and suddenly you’ve stepped into air

your heart lurches and your eyes fly open

and your mind goes completely blank with panic

but you never reach the ground

you’re now surrounded by the smell of leather, metal, and.....

boy

someone had saved you from falling

the arms holding you are strong and well-muscled

and, surprisingly, comfortable

“i’ve got you,” a voice murmurs

you look up into the face of none other than jeongin

(⊙__⊙✿)

welp

you think to yourself “what... i thought he didn’t care about people??”

((nope y/n, he cares about YOU bc you’re the cutest and so lovely))

he smirks down at you, then sets you back down on the ground

“try to be more careful. okay, y/n?” he says, smoothing a wayward piece of your hair, then just walks off

you blush

(this seems to be becoming a common occurrence with jeongin)

and just stand there, dumbfounded

as jeongin saunters away to sit under a tree at the far end of the lawn

it’s a good saunter, and the tight, black skinny jeans only help (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

your friends rush you, asking if you’re okay and asking what was up with jeongin

you say that you have no idea

......although, that’s not entirely true

since you now have a sneaking suspicion that *gasp* jeongin might have a crush on you?

maybe??

(hopefully!! (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)?)

your friends just continue dithering as you stare at jeongin, who’s watching you right back

he winks

ALKJSDHGAKLDJFGADJKFGBADJF

you really wish he’d stop doing that bc it’s making your heart pound like a herd of horses and now yOu CAn’t EveN THinK

FUCK!!

later that day as school’s letting out

jeongin comes up to you, leather jacket slung over his shoulder

he’s got on a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple times

and ooooooh my

you’d never noticed before

(well, besides during lunch when he caught you)

but yang jeongin has really nice arms

and pecs (⊙‿⊙)

and now you’re staring (oh fuck,,,,, not again)

“uh;;;; hi, jeongin!” you manage to squeak out alkdjfhsldjf

“hey, i was wondering if you wanted a ride”

eXCusE Me wHAt??? ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃)

“on the motorcycle. i have an extra helmet, since my sister sometimes rides with me”

O H

your mouth takes control before you even have time to think

“sure! i’d love to!!”

a minute later, you’re standing in front of that sleek, black motorcycle that you’ve admired for months

the young man riding it helps the matter quite a lot, too

there’s even this little carrier container on the back of the bike that he puts his (small) backpack into

he reaches out for yours and stows it

then, jeongin hands you a helmet with lime green racing stripes on its sides

you briefly wonder if his sister is anything like him

probably

“have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” jeongin asks

you shake your head, unable to speak bc you’re so excited and also kinda nervous

your mom’s words fly through your head

don’t you dare get on a motorcycle, y/n. ever. don’t you dare! they’re too dangerous by half and— well, if i ever find out you’ve been on one, you won’t be allowed out of the house, except for going to school, for a month. you mark my words, y/n! (; ･`д･´)

you promptly ignore her voice in your head and slid the helmet down over your head

the world suddenly becomes slightly more vibrantly colored as the visor shields your eyes

jeongin had swung his long legs over the bike, straddling it with his feet still on the ground

“so, the important thing is to stay in line with me. what i mean is that if i lean to one side or the other, you’ve gotta lean with me. otherwise, we’ll fall over and that really wouldn’t be good. just hold on tight to my waist and, sorry i don’t mean to sound rude, but please don’t scream.”

jeongin looks only a little rueful as he says that

but you don’t blame him

you wouldn’t want someone screaming in your ears as you tried to concentrate either

“okay, right. lean with you. hold on tight,” you say

jeongin sits down, one foot still on the ground, and pats the seat behind him

“come on! take a seat—i promise you’ll be fine, y/n”

tentatively, you clamber onto the motorcycle behind jeongin

and wrap your arms around his waist

you can feel . . .

holy shit his abs feel like a fucking washboard

ExCuSE mE?????!!!! (＠_＠)

heCk

((y/n, pls. calm down;;; we know he’s got muscles))

so um,,,, yeah

it’s really actually quite comfy to lean against his back

but then hen he lays his hands over yours

and looking back over his shoulder says, “ready, babe?

B A B E

HHHHHHHHHHHH

***y/n has officially malfunctioned***

damn tho

this boy is bold as fuck

wow

you’re not exactly complaining

bc you now know that you like being called “babe”

it makes you feel special (✿◠‿◠)

and you like how it sounds coming from jeongin

you can tell jeongin is grinning under his helmet

“yep, i’m ready,” you manage to say

and then you feel and hear the thunder of the engine igniting

it’s exhilarating and you hadn’t even started moving yet

jeongin yells over the engine “hold on!”

in one smooth motion he kicks the kickstand up, brought his foot off the ground, released the brake and clutch

and then...

and then you feel like you’re flying

even though you’re not going 70 mph (113 kph)

the wind tears at your clothes

making you feel freer than you’d ever felt before~

you thought you’d guessed what it would feel like to ride on a motorcycle

but even your wildest imaginings couldn’t come close to reality

you hold on tightly to jeongin’s waist, feeling every shift of his body as he guides the motorcycle along the roads surrounding your school

all too soon you find yourself back in the parking lot of your high school

you don’t release your hold on jeongin until after he’s shut off the engine

jeongin takes off his helmet, shaking his hair as usual, and hangs it on a handlebar

then he turns on the seat

you lean back

but jeongin reaches out and gently removes your helmet to place it on the seat between the two of you

even without touching it, you could feel that your hair was mussed

so you shake out your hair, too

and immediately understand why jeongin does it

you feel strangely powerful and a bit sexy

it’s a fun, new feeling

jeongin smiles like you’re the loveliest flower he’s ever seen

and, for the second time that day, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear

“how was it?” he asks, a look of concern on his face

you beam, feeling infinitely more at ease around jeongin

“amaaaaazing!”

“yeah? oh, don’t cry, y/n”

“what? oh” you realize that you are, indeed, crying

you wipe the tears from your face

after all, they’re just tears of happiness

“jeongin, it was incredible, oh my god. can we do it again? please?”

he laughs, throwing his head back

and you glimpse the dimple at the base of his throat

“maybe another day, babe” jeongin concedes

you pout

“oh, okay. thank you”

there’s a look in jeongin’s eyes that you can’t quite place

is it sadness? fondness? desire?

he exhales, then the corner of his mouth quirks up

you feel the warmth of his fingers caress your cheek

“y/n, may i kiss you?”

***yet again, we regret to inform you that y/n has malfunctioned***

what the ever loving flipping fuck

d— did jeongin just,,,,

did he?

ALKJHGALKJFHG;AKLHFGAKLJGHKAJH

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” jeongin says in a rush, dropping his hand

shit.

SHIT!

“no no no!! it’s fine, yes. please. that’s fine. that would be— that would nice. yes, very nice.”

wow you sounded almost hysterical

“good,” jeongin says simply

and leans in to softly press his lips to yours

you immediately kiss him back

and feel him smile against your mouth

just a moment later, he draws back, respectful, a question in his eyes

you chase his lips, not wanting to waste the precious opportunity to actually be kissing the yang jeongin!!

his hands come up to cup your neck

and you rest your palm against his chest, feeling the trembling beat of his heart

he tastes like like elderberry and cinnamon and clove all wrapped into one intoxicating milieu

you could kiss him for days and never tire

after what seems like hours, you break apart

“y/n,” jeongin begins

“oh just shut up and keep kissing me,” you say without hesitation, surprised at your own boldness (again)

it seemed that was becoming a habit around jeongin, too

he doesn’t bother responding

and, instead, kisses you until you’re breathless

again, you feel like you were flying

* . ∗ ̥ ⋆ ݃ *♡٩( ｡⌒▽⌒｡)۶♡* ݃ ⋆ ̥∗ . *

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astrologyshitpost · 5 years ago

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Animalogy 💫🦉🐙🐊

1) Would you classify yourself as someone athletic?

a) Yes (Go to question 2)

b) No (Go to question 3)

2) You would classify yourself as:

a) A nerdy person (go to question 7)

b) Tough (go to question 3)

c) An average guy/girl (go to question 5)

3) Would you accept money from a stranger?

a) Yes (Go to question 5)

b) No (Go to question 4)

4) If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?

a) Oak (Go to question 10)

b) Weeping Willow (Go to question 8)

c) Fir Tree (Go to question 9)

5) A movie you wanted to see is sold out. What will you do?

a) Go home (go to question 7)

b) Go see a different movie (go to question 6)

c) Go do something else (go to question 4)

6) A mysterious hooded stranger arrives at your house. You are most likely to:

a) Greet him/her (go to question 8)

b) Hide and make them think you’re not home (go to question 9)

c) Call the cops (go to question 7)

d) Yell though the door “I’ve got a gun!” ( go to question 7)

7) Would you call yourself strong (physically or mentally)?

a) Yes (go to question 8)

b) No (Go to question 10)

8) There is an earthquake. What will you do?

a) Go out and help anyone in need (go to question 10)

b) Go to a safe place with family and friends (go to question 9)

c) Panic and wait for someone to help you (Go to Profile P)

9) You buy ice cream, and a kid comes up to you and tells you he's really hungry and hasn't eaten in days. Your reaction will be:

a) To stick the ice cream in his face and run away (go to profile Y)

b) To ignore him and eat your ice cream (Go to profile A)

c) To give him your ice cream (Go to Question 11)

d) you think he is lying (Go to profile U)

10) Your friend challenges you to a game. What will your answer be?

a) "Bring it on!"(Go to question 11)

b) “Fine.” (Go to question 15)

c) "Leave me alone!" (Go to question 14)

d) "Sorry, but I really don't feel like it." (Go to question 12)

11) You are going to take a quiz (like one in school). Your score is most likely to be:

a) Perfect (Go to Profile B)

b) Enough to pass (Go to question 12)

c) Failing. I don't actually care anyway. (Go to Profile R)

d) I don’t know (Go to question 25)

12) How many friends do you have?

a) One only (go to question 13)

b) About three to five (go to question 18)

c) A LOT!(go to question 14

13) Are you constantly:

a) Bullied? (Go to question 15)

b) Feared by others? (Go to Profile G)

c) Idolized? (Go to profile D)

14) The food you eat is usually:

a) Cheap (go to question 17)

b) Expensive (go to question 16)

c) Both! I love food! (Go to question 22)

15) Do you believe in the saying, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away?"

a) Yes (go to profile C)

b) No (Go to Profile F)

16) Do you believe in true love?

a) Yes (go to question 17)

b) No (Go to question 22)

17) You see your crush. You are most likely to:

a) Flirt with him/her (go to Profile E)

b) Run away (go to question 20)

c) Act mean to him/her (go to Profile L)

d) Act normal (go to question 24)

18) One of your bad traits (among these) are:

a) Being noisy/talkative (go to Profile W)

b) None at all. I'm perfect! (go to Profile I)

c) Being shy (go to question 19)

19) What do you think about nerds/geeks/smart people?

a) They're okay (go to Profile H)

b) EWWWWW!!!!!! (Go to question 21)

c) They are know-it-alls (go to question 20)

20) Someone asks you: "What do you know about the Industrial Revolution?" Your response would be:

a) "Yawn…”(go to Profile J)

b) "Oh, I know all about it!"(go to question 23)

c) "Um… I think I remember it from somewhere…"(Go to profile M)

d) “Why do you want to know!?” (Go to profile E)

21) Someone says: "Did you know that eating glue makes your brain stronger?” Your initial response would be:

a) Really?! (Go to question 23)

b) Yeah, right! (Go to Profile U)

c) That’s nice. (go to profile L)

22) If you were in a human food chain, where would you put yourself?

a) At the bottom… I'm low-class…. (Go to Profile X)

b) At the very top! I'm the predator of all predators! (Go to Profile N)

c) Somewhere in the middle, I guess…(Go to question 19)

23) Would you call yourself hardworking?

a) Yes (go to profile K)

b) No (go to question 24)

c) Uhhh… Sometimes. (go to profile Q)

d) No more then yes ( go to question 24)

24) If you had a special power, which power would you want to have?

a) The power to be invisible (Go to Profile T)

b) The power to be the greatest person on Earth!(Go to Profile S)

c) The power to be the fastest thing alive! (Go to Profile V)

d) I don't need special powers. (Go to question 25)

e) the power to teleport ( go to question 26)

25) You are known as:

a) A loner (Go to Profile Z)

b) A good friend to all (Go to Profile AB)

c) A food expert (Go to profile AC)

d) A majorly fun person (Go to Profile AD)

e) A person with a split personality (Go to Profile AE)

f) A weird person ( go to profile Y)

26) Which one of these is a good attribute about you?

a) You are flexible (go to question 27)

b) You are strong, mentally or physically (go to question 25)

c) You are different (go to profile AE)

d) You are normal (go to profile H)

27) Who do you hang out with?

a) Smart people (go to question 25)

b) Gangsters (go to profile F)

c) Weird people (go to profile AF)

d) Every one (go to profile AG)

Profiles

A. Peach Pig -You are a big, lazy slob. Yet, you have a lot of strength but are afraid to use it. -Soul mate: Magenta Squirrel -In conflict with: Ocre and gray Dolphin

B. Blue Fox -You are a born leader who cannot resist a challenge. You are driven to excel and a perfectionist. -Soul mate: Yellow Trout -In conflict with: Indigo Beaver

C. Pink Sloth -You are an outcast; A follower, socially inept. You are the lowest of all animology, mainly because you smell of overripe fruit. -Soul mate: Silver Badger -In conflict with: Tawny Mouse

D. Teal Cat -You are as swift as a ninja. You can be soft-hearted and cruel at the same time, and extremely hard to please -Soul mate: Beige raccoon -In conflict with: Red Jaguar

E. Yellow Trout -You are extremely self-centered and only think of yourself. You are also very whiny and annoying to others, but you are able to get away with it. Aside from that, you have slow reactions, except when you're in love. -Soul mate: Blue fox -In conflict with: Green Puppy

F. Blue Baboon -An aggressive animology, especially to your enemies. You also have quick reflexes, but it takes you an unnaturally long time to remember something. -Soul mate: Purple bat -In conflict with: Red weasel

G. Red Weasel -You are an extreme know-it-all, even if you're not perfect. You are also noisy, but far from hardworking. -Soul mate: Brown Iguana -In conflict with: Blue baboon

H. Silver Badger -You are very loyal to others and hardworking. You are a good friend, even if others find you sometimes a bit boring. -Soul mate: Pink Sloth -In conflict with: White Tiger

I. Orange Snake -Like the snake itself, you are cunning and very boastful. You love to be the best, even if you're not, but you try hard enough. -Soul mate: Periwinkle Cow -In conflict with: Gray Chicken

J. Green Puppy -You are very patient, but often moody. You like to strike when least expected, even if you're not exactly what one would call observant. -Soul mate: Fuchsia Possum -In conflict with: Yellow Trout

K. Indigo Beaver -You are very resourceful and patient, but you are often naïve and fall for others' traps. Luckily, you get out of most of them. -Soul mate: Lavender cheetah -In conflict with: Blue fox

L. Purple Bat -You are often blind to the world, and because of this, you use your heart to sense things. Yet, you are feared by other animologies, because you don't always listen to what your heart has to say, and you end up doing cruel things. -Soul mate: Blue baboon -In conflict with: Golden Lion

M. Black Sheep -You are different from other animologies. Even if some people think you are weak and are a disgrace, your heart always remains strong and pure. -Soul mate: Maroon Panda -In conflict with: Magenta Squirrel

N. Golden Lion -You consider yourself as the king of all animologies and have a lot of dignity. But despite this statement, you are lazy and often end up embarrassing yourself. -Soul mate: White Tiger -In conflict with: Silver Badger

O. Brown Iguana -You are quiet and often stay in one place pondering your next move. You are not a threat to other animologies, even if your strikes are quite lethal. -Soul mate: Red Weasel -In conflict with: Fuchsia Possum

P. Gray Chicken -You are cowardly, and quick to react. When danger strikes, you immediately run away, only thinking of yourself. -Soul mate: Tawny Mouse -In conflict with: Orange Snake

Q. White Tiger -You are unique; A graceful yet cunning animology. Yet, even with your strength, you are very easy prey to others. -Soul mate: Golden Lion -In conflict with: Silver Badger

R. Scarlet Bear -You are constantly a bully to others, but wit is your ultimate weakness. Another disadvantage is that you're slow, but make up with your great amount of strength. -Soul mate: Saffron Rabbit -In conflict with: Periwinkle Cow

S. Red Jaguar -Extremely quick, but you are easy to trick. All of your senses are quite strong, but you get caught, mainly because of too much pride in yourself, which causes insecurity. -Soul mate: Tan Giraffe -In conflict with: Teal Cat

T. Tawny Mouse -A shy and quiet animology, but when you're by yourself, you are very active and peppy. Even if you are timid, you have a strong inner self. -Soul mate: Gray Chicken -In conflict with: Pink Sloth

U. Bronze Goat -You are hard working, but only think of yourself. Yet, you are very clever and often self-confident. -Soul mate: Ocre and gray Dolphin -In conflict with: Beige Raccoon

V. Saffron Rabbit -You are shy but pure, and quick. You are sensitive but friendly. However, you can never seem to stay in one place. -Soul mate: Scarlet bear -In conflict with: Lavender Cheetah

W. Fuchsia Possum -You are extremely talkative, peppy, and like to make a lot of noise. People sometimes find you annoying, but you don't care because you always love to have fun. -Soul mate: Green Puppy -In conflict with: Brown Iguana

X. Periwinkle Cow -You are lazy but content with your simple life. Aside from this, you are very helpful, even if you won't admit it. -Soul mate: Orange Snake -In conflict with: Scarlet Bear

Y. Lavender Cheetah -You are the fastest and most agile of all animologies. Because of this, sometimes you do things immediately without even stopping to think, and bad things occur to you. -Soul mate: Indigo Beaver -In conflict with: Saffron Rabbit

Z. Tan Giraffe -You are much of a loner, but you are brave and are a quick thinker. You like helping others, but you keep it a secret. -Soul mate: Red Jaguar -In conflict with: Maroon Panda

AB. Beige Raccoon -You are the nervous type, and are always unsure of yourself. Yet, you are nice, friendly and quite smart and sarcastic. -Soul mate: Teal Cat -In conflict with: Bronze Goat

AC. Maroon Panda -You are very picky, but extremely exact and accurate about everything. It often takes you a long time to make decisions, but you often get good results. -Soul mate: Black sheep -In conflict with: Tan Giraffe

AD. Ocre and Gray (OG) Dolphin -You are a good friend to others, and love to have fun. People lighten up because of you, even if sometimes you act pretty weird. -Soul mate: Bronze Goat -In conflict with: Peach Pig

AE. Magenta Squirrel -You are good company and are always in a good mood, but you can be odd and slow at times -Soul mate: Peach Pig -In conflict with: Black Sheep

AF. Silver and Red (SR) Wolf -You are strong and most of the time naïve, but when it comes to love you know it all, you prefer to be quite around Adults. -Soul mate: Gold Falcon -In conflicted with: Maroon Panda

AG. Gold Falcon -You are a very smart person and you are aggressive too, although you let your pride get in the way sometimes, you are very good in romantic situation. - Soul mate: Silver and Red Wolf -In conflict with: Teal Cat

#zodiac #zodiac signs #astrology #astrology signs #sagittarius #leo #aquarius #aries #libra #virgo

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theizzyryder · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by my loveliest babe @p1tstop and the cutest @nico-rosberg 💖💖

Get to know me a-z

A - Age: 25

B - Birthplace: The Hague, The Netherlands

C - Current time: 18.19

D - Drink you last had: water 💦

E - Easiest person to talk to: definitely @charlesleclercsboyfriend 💖

F - Favourite song: Coma by Guns N’ Roses

G - Grossest memory: helping my grandmother in the wilderness in South America to clean her farm (she had cows, goats, sheep and chickens)

H - Horror yes or no?: Yes! But you gotta cuddle up with me afterwards 😔

I - In love?: find me someone 😔✋🏽

J - jealous of people?: Nah I’m never jealous, just very disappointed in myself sksksksk

L - Love at first sight or should I walk by again?: I don’t know what love is bby

M - middle name: that’s a lil secret 👁👄👁

N - number of siblings: 2, I hate it here

O - one wish: have great mental stability

P - person you called last: the pharmacy 😂😂 this girl gotta get her meds

Q - question you are always asked: “Okay but where are you REALLY from?”

R - reasons to smile: chocolate always makes me smile

S - song you last sang: Unforgiven II by Metallica

T - time you woke up: 6.00 (AM)

U - underwear colour: black

V - vacation destination: Portugal or Spain. Being in those two countries always makes me so happy

W - worst habit: I always shake my legs because I’m a fiddly idiot

X - X-Rays: okay so I was a martial artist and I’ve broken / bruised pretty much everything 😂😂 also had a lot of X-Rays for my head because I used to suffer from very heavy migraines. I still get migraines, they’re just not that bad anymore 💖

Y - your favourite food: RICE in any way shape or form

Z - zodiac sign: Gemini

I tag: @charlesleclercsboyfriend, @bonocedes, @sebeestian, @sirroscoehamilton, @babssionate, @marc-marquez93, @fhoetball, @wepickedthisgame, @dansteban feel free to ignore 💕💕💕

#this is fun #thanks for tagging me babes #tag game

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 years ago

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Since your NSR OC doesn't really get music, what is their reaction to first seeing the Megastars of Vinyl City? Thoughts?

This should be fun, considering Halofote has the unfortunate talent for accidentally saying the wrong thing on first impression (he is a simple boy, head empty, sheep thoughts).

I'll also throw in the supporting cast and B2J as well for the heck of it:

Tatiana - Pretty and intimidating lady! Reminds him of his grandma. Order is good! Doesn't get why this seemingly sane person endorses loudness... Oh she was being mean? Well sometimes you have to be mean to do good right? Like how he kills the things that try to hurt his sheep, even if they're just trying to survive too. Life is a cycle, cycles are order.

DJ Subatomic Supernova - The entire Planetarium dazzles him up until he meets DJSS. Halo herds his flock at night, so the stars were often his only company besides his sheep. Meeting someone who can tell him about them fills him with glee, and DJSS's spherule is the prettiest thing he's ever seen. He's sure to inflate the man's ego by pointing this out repeatedly.

Sayu - She freaks him out a bit... The bright colors and aesthetic are nice, but she's way too energetic for him and he doesn't get the whole love fixation. Sure it's a nice thing to celebrate, but certainly it should be done privately?

Team Sayu - The... The children were controlling the freaky fish lady? Technology was a mistake... Also shouldn't these little ones be in school? Where are their parents?

Yinu - Her's is honestly the only genre of EDM he can actually stand. It's less chaotic, and the piano reminds him of comfort. He's a little concerned that a little one is so exposed to public scrutiny though... That doesn't feel right.

Yinu's Mother - He'd have strong words regarding the fact she's pushing her little one too hard, but he's honestly afraid of her.

1010 - L O U D and F L A S H Y. He liked the color coordination but the moment they start singing, he is an anxious mess. They're like Sayu in that regard, too much energy for him. Immediately upsets them when he says they looked much nicer without faces...

Neon J - He knows almost immediately that Neon J is a cyborg, and he's wildly uncomfortable because the same tech used to bring him back was tested on Halo's people with... Catastrophic results... Feels genuinely bad for this poor soldier seemingly trapped in the past...

Eve - She's tall like him! Only less tall! And very pretty too! Her art sends him into the most gushy appreciative state of being you could ever imagine. He'll honestly spend hours looking at her works without rest if just to feel the stuff each piece makes him feel. Were she to ever visit his homeland, she'd be loved solely for her pieces and artistic views.

DK West - Halo has worked his whole life as a sheppard. The lives of his sheep are in his hands every night, so someone like DK West annoys him... Makes a point not to engage him because irresponsible/lazy people set him off.

Mayday - Please tiny one, S T O P S C R E A M I N G. And put that horrible, ugly, noisy instrument away!!! Halo doesn't like loud noises at all, so May's explosive personality upsets him.

Zuke - Please reign in the angry sewer girl. Please, for the good of the people! Nice hair tho, reminds him of his wires! Doesn't really have much to say about Zuke really, he seems nice but his friend is too loud...

#no straight roads #nsr #nsr ocs #halofote #b2j

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euxjax · 4 years ago

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headcanons / jan 27, 2021.

updated google doc.

P O W E R S .

audiokinesis displays itself in jax through his perfect memory. a blessing and a curse, he rarely knows how to handle all the information brewing between his ears. he still remembers every word of his elementary love, the audiobook he hasn’t heard in years, and secrets shared to him over the years. his persuasion skills are left to be desired, though, and he is more on the knowledgeable side rather than the charming side of athena house.

logic has always came easily to him, thanks to his genius intelligence. mathematics, schematics, electronics: it’s always came easily to him. thanks to his brains and his memory, all it takes is a quick listen of a lecture, and the material is under his belt. he’s unsure if he actually contains craftmanship skills, or he simply enjoys activities like building models, knitting, and sketching.

M A J O R .

jax is currently majoring in architecture and mathematics, two subjects he finally found the passion to settle on. math makes sense to him; the neverending curiousity challenges his audiokinesis ability while still not being too pompous for him to enjoy. after the simple memorization, the concepts seem to expand and branch off, while also converging into something bigger, something without an end.

architecture is as natural to him as walking, if not even more, being a child of athena. he obsesses over his architecture models until they’re perfect, made with tile, basswood, and chipboard. it allows him to use math and planning in a creative way. majors attempted before his current includes: pre-law, astrophysics, biology, cyber security, and dental medicine.

C H E S S .

from a young age, jax has enjoyed chess, enjoyed the mental challenge it offers in a way many hobbies don’t. currently, he still holds the record as the youngest grandmaster at age ten, but shortly after middle school, he mostly avoided tournaments. he only joined for the monetary prize once in a while, but the excitement of being an intelligent child faded when he learned of his demigod status. most of his earnings are still in his savings account, broadly untouched.

F A M I L Y .

jax prefers seeing his family over the phone after the monster attack that took his little sister’s life, but over breaks, he stops to seattle for at least a week. the black sheep of the family, he often wonders if he destroyed the loving family, the bastard result of his father’s affair. from afar, he can only cause so much harm; he also knows he can’t physically protect them, like other demigods, and he wouldn’t want what happened to his little sister, jessica, to happen again.

when in conversation, he still refers to his “step-mom” as his mother, and he calls athena by her name. it’s an old habit he still has, considering his mortal mom was there for the nightmares, the laughter, and everything in between while athena contacted him sporadically. his father, a stoic, silent man, is less loving despite the fact jax is his child, even going as far to call him “unnatural” on accident over a heated argument.

his older sister, jordyn, is a highly successful lawyer, following their father, and her drive puts jax to shame. he’s sure she’s overcompensating for something, attempting to prove herself better than her gifted brother. over winter break, he obviously couldn’t visit them, but he was almost glad. that meant they were safe.

#* / musings .#i suppos e ......#i didn't wanna rewrite my intro so ?????

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rookmoks · 5 years ago

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ABCs of getting to know your muse;; A to Z!! >:D

SWEATS ;; HERE WE GO

A) Their full name. Nergui Moks/Rook Corvossa

B) Age. 29

C) Height. 7′3-7′4

D) Pronouns. He/him

E) Species (if not human). Au Ra, Xaela

F) Favourite beverage and/or meal. Rum and any sort of meat suits him fancy! Though he has a sweet tooth and particularly likes creampuffs

G) Hobbies and favourite pastimes. He likes taking care of his animals, working on his bike, napping, and training with his apprentice, Note.

H) Something they’re exceptionally good at. he more blunt, gruesome answer is killing voidsent. After spending almost twenty years of his life dedicated to the art, he’s gotten pretty good at it! But where he truly shines is taking care of animals.

I) 2 things they really enjoy. Food! And the smiles of his comrades.

J) 2 things they’re not really fond of. Authority, specifically police-type authority, and slave owners

K) 1 of their pet peeves. When fellow Xaela call the Steppe “honorable” and only view each other’s worth through physical strength. He believes the Steppe is built on a broken system and needs to be reworked, which was his original goal within the Moks tribe.

L) Their favourite kind of weather. The rain. It soothes him.

M) A few interesting facts about them. He has (or had) a twin brother by the name of Thein. He can’t read well. He’s got an extra long tongue, and fangs. Despite his rugged appearance, he does enjoy some quality cuddle times.

N) Favourite movie or music genre. I’m not sure movies exist in this star, and if they do, Rook hasn’t seen one! But as far as music goes, he likes all kinds. He’ll likely always have a warm spot for Steppe folk music, but Doctor Corvossa, his adoptive-father, was into jazz.

O) What’s their dream profession? When Rook ran away from the East, he originally met up with a runaway Garlean, and together they bonded over leaving their pasts behind and wanting to start something anew. This elderly Garlean had given him the name ‘Rook’ to begin with, as Rook mentioned he was not fond of his birth name, Nergui. They worked on airships together and that’s where Rook found a true passionate calling in his name. However, things didn’t end up so well for his Garlean Foster Dad...

P) Is there something or someone they cannot stand? Why? When people choose to be subservient to an oppressive force. He cannot stand the idea of people giving up their freedom, especially willingly, and views it as a sign of weakness. He will go to any length to make sure he and everyone around him are free.

Q) Did they do something extremely dangerous at some point in their life? The better question is has he ever done something that wasn’t dangerous?

R) Is there something they wish they could do/achieve but can’t? Rook lowkey wants a kid one day, but his profession and lifestyle doesn’t mesh well with the idea. He just wants be as good of a father as Doctor Corvossa was to him, as his biological father is a real piece of work.

S) Is there something in their life they regret? The lives he couldn’t save and some of the terrible things he’s done in the name of freedom and justice. But in his own words: I just keep moving forward.

T) Do they have any siblings? Family? Loved ones? His brother, Thein, died protecting his lover’s village from a raiding tribe. As for family, his only family are the members of his Free Company.

U) Are they a morning or night person? Definitely a night person.

V) Do they have a pet? What kind? If not, what kind of pet would they want? A dog named Pascal, a yet-to-be-named Sheep from the Steppe, and a duck named Edward.

W) How would they describe themselves in 5 or less words? Big, determined, passionate.

X) Do they have a goal in life? What is it? To eliminate the Garleans and to protect everyone from their control, as well as guarantee freedom for all of his loved ones.

Y) Is there anything in their life that’s stopping them from succeeding? The Garleans, the Voidsent, sometimes even himself.

Z) Do they have an item that means a lot to them? His brother’s soul crystal.

#I DID IT. Thank you very much!#illia-ast

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stvrshinc · 5 years ago

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°✧｡× : ( mishti rahman + female + she/her ) ─── oh, look, i’m pretty sure that’s DIYA ZAHIR ! you know, the TWENTY-THREE year old harvest sprite ? they’re an ANIMAL SPRITE, by the look of them. a bunch of them were helping to welcome new residents, and i’m pretty sure i heard that one say they might also work part - time as a BARTENDER, but i could have heard wrong. well, regardless of that, i’m almost certain that they ARE NOT loyal to the harvest goddess, which explains why they’re so CHARISMATIC and MAGNETIZING , but can also be a bit DUPLICITOUS and SELF-SERVING. whether they want to revive the goddess or not, if you need them i’m pretty sure you can find them at 5 POINT most often ! the iridescent sheen of scales in the light, a smoky voice undercutting the loud cacophony of a crowd, canines just sharp enough to make you uncomfortable ! ✧

i don’t know why i didn’t just apply with two characters in the beginning but whatever. we’re here now. let’s take this shit from the top !!

S T A T S

full name: diya zahir

nickname(s): cool question - i have no fucking clue

age: twenty-three

date of birth: august 28

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

hometown: roselake, maine

parent(s)/sibling(s): hasan & nadia zahir.

orientation: chaotic pansexual

occupation: bartender at 5 point !

P H Y S I C A L

face claim: mishti rahman

hair colour: brown hair dark enough to appear black

eye colour: amber, but skirting the lines of being completely yellow if you happen to be inclined to see it !

height: 5′11’

tattoos: as of right now, a small python that curls around her bicep like a cuff. she treats it like a morbid reminded of sorts.

piercings: multiple lobe piercings in both ears, two helix piercing on the right ear, a septum piercing.

distinguishing characteristics: her canines are pointed like fangs, but only if you are able to see it, in the same way her ears are pointed for those who know. her eyes are also a bright, startling yellow,

H I S T O R Y

this one i’m excited about because ~cursed baby~

diya was born an animal sprite. every sprite born in her family for the past four generations was born an animal sprite.

it suited her just fine, but she had always felt like she might’ve liked to be a gem sprite. or a fire sprite. or a water sprite. most of all, she’d have liked the chance to be any type of sprite wherein the type had something to do with her specifically, and nothing to do with who her family might have been.

the zahir line of sprites were infamous on the island for this reason. for never deviating. they were a family with a highly specialized trait. i say infamous, because it might have been something that could be considered a gift. an ability that sets them apart from other sprites, makes them special. it’s a blessing on all accounts, except for the places that matter. it’s a blessing except in its origins and in the way it ends.

four generations ago, amina zahir strayed from her original purpose of helping the harvest goddess. she was tempted by the idea of more power for herself and ended up lending her proclivity for sneaking around to try and gain as much dark magic as she could in order to benefit herself. she did this at the expense of other sprites, as her magic grew to become a danger to others.

now, her family has no idea that this betrayal happened. all they know was that amina was found out by the goddess herself and a curse was placed on their line as a result.

every sprite who descended from amina, a master of whispers, were sentenced to the same fate as she. their abilities as animal sprites extended only to turning into a snake. they were able to speak with other animals freely while they were snakes, and their ease within that body was unrivaled. eventually, however, they would be confined to that form and only that form. no longer a sprite, but a serpent both in body and mind.

this final transformation could be staved off if they were to restrict their usage of their power, but they all would succumb to it eventually. the harvest goddess, benevolent as she is, implemented a way to break this curse. if one from the zahir line were able to earn back her trust and prove that they cared more roselake at large than for themselves, the curse would be broken for everyone. so far, no one has been able to break the curse.

the zahir family became somewhat of a black sheep in the sprite world, as no one really wanted to get closer to people with that kind of fate looming over their heads. that didn’t stop the family from trying their best to be as helpful to the island as possible. if there’s a way to be overachievers in, like, nature shit, the zahir family is it.

diya , however, has mostly given up on her responsibilities as a sprite. she stopped caring, moved out of the hearth tree, and separated herself as much as possible from the harvest goddess. she got herself a job, acting as human, at the 5 point bar.

her family continues to try to get her to come back and try to break the curse, but she has taken on a nihilistic mindset and refuses to even attempt to cater to the whims of a goddess. she has also stopped trying to slow the curse down. as a result, her features are slightly more serpentine than those of her family members because, while they’ve held off from using their powers, diya will spend hours in her serpent form.

if you happen to see a giant indian python around cape perpetua or just like.......vibing at 5 point, that’s diya.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

she’s here for a good time not a long time baby !!

kind of a disaster human being. out here partying and never going home and overall disappointing her family.

she’s fairly popular at the bar, because she’s pretty and she’s absolutely the type who lets you flirt with her until you convince her to make bad decisions. also probably the bar tender who lets it slide when your fake id is a little less than believable. generally gets in trouble with the owner of 5 point for her less than legal behavior, but she stays on because she’s a good at making drinks and bringing in the crowds.

she/s an incorrigible flirt and a perpetual night owl. she has the air of someone who has started to stagnate in life. she’s at a stalemate, with no plans for the future besides just embracing what she knows is coming. it’s made her kind of lazy and unmotivated, but also gave her a very go-with-the-flow attitude.

she’s very friendly and outgoing !! however, she has a tendency of shutting people out and refusing to let any relationship she has with anyone else to get deeper than a surface level acquaintance, as she doesn’t want to form any connections that might make it hard for other when she eventually disappears.

very much likes to see herself as mysterious and intangible to other, but really is just kind of lonely and craving companionship in the short amount of time she has.

W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

pls !! give her friend !! she needs friends !! especially friends who are she refuses to acknowledge are friends but they’re like “we’re totally bros?? i know your starbucks order and everything???”

in that same vein, pls give her people that know about her curse and are mayhaps actively working to try and help her break it !!

(there is a reason that it’s not been broken yet and there is a way she could break it so.........teehee)

give her flings !! maybe people she liked but didn’t want to get involved with for any kind of long-term typa deal !!!

maybe someone who tries to encourage her to be loyal to the harvest goddess again !!

people she parties with on the regular would also be fun. pls encourage her bad decisions. or her good ones !! there’s wiggle room there

i don’t even know my dudes i’m literally down for whatever

#this is literally so long like mozzie??? implement a character limit #wisteria.intro #「 * &. ❈ ━ she’s a pagan of the good times. ⁞ DIYA ZAHIR. 」#「 * &. ❈ ━ she’s a pagan of the good times ⁞ HISTORY. 」

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cxptained-archived · 5 years ago

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I rise from the dead to write some janto cute for @blipintiime.

Torchwood don’t stray F A R from Cardiff. They’re quite content with their little pocket of the universe that seems to have more problems than anywhere else on earth, thank you very much. Cardiff and its surrounding areas at a push. SWANSEA, maybe? Either way. Never far. Never for long.

Until tonight. It’s not a full team mission. It might be. The others are on back up - though lord knows if the M4 was anything to go by it would take them hours to get here if they called - but primarily they’re on their own. Not a problem for them, of COURSE. Torchwood is still Torchwood no matter the quantity. However, Jack and Ianto have found themselves nestled somewhere in the flatlands of Norfolk. It’s not too unlike Wales. There’s a s i m i l a r amount of sheep. It’s quite a lot flatter though. And the sign posts aren’t in two languages.

Safe to say though, Norfolk isn’t somewhere close to Wales. No, it finds itself on the opposite side of the United Kingdom in fact. Far, far away from their beds. Not to worry, because Jack’s booked them a room in a LOVELY bed and breakfast nearby to their mysterious alien sightings.

It’s late when the two of them traipse in that night. They’ve been on the hunt for their suspected creature, on their feet, tracing signs and signals galore but as of yet... no luck. All Jack really wants to go to bed and rest. He’s i m m o r t a l. Doesn't need to sleep to survive but recently his body has gotten used to sleeping more nights often than not with his partner. He finds his body has fallen into SOMEWHAT of a pattern, requiring to go to bed at a certain time of night each and every night. It’s nice, almost.

So Jack checks them in, ignoring the look the elderly woman on the desk seems to give them. Out in the countryside their opinions probably D I F F E R. Twenty first century humans and their aversion to anything slightly out of the norm. Just because two guys are sharing one bed doesn’t mea--

As the door swings open, Jack’s train of thought promptly comes to an end.

Oh.

Right.

That’s why she was staring at them.

Jack already KNOWS this is the last time he gets to do anything organisational before a mission away. Before them, in this quaint little cottage style hotel is one singular, somehow smaller than their original bed in the Hub, bed. It’s T I N Y, made up with a lovely looking duvet he must admit and what could possibly be the comfiest, most e n t i c i n g looking mattress he’s EVER seen.

“Well.” Jack starts as he cocks an eyebrow. A slight wiggle of the head in what seems to be deliberation as he drops his rucksack onto the ground. “Time to cosy up?” He says, gaze turning to Ianto quite quickly. Jack has very little problems with this scenario - of course.

A wink and Jack’s already taking off his coat and slinging it HAPHAZARDLY over the chair in the corner of the room. He’s sure he can feel Ianto’s eye roll burn into the back of his head while his back is turned. It’s a cute place though, they h a v e to admit. Wooden floorboards and beams running across the ceiling. A tiny window with shutters on the outside and a quaint armchair with a lovely lace cushion to match. It’s sweet.

The captain sits on the edge of the bed and kicks off his shoes. He’s not tidy at the best of times but when he’s TIRED, he’s almost ten times worse. Those shoes stay wherever they’ve landed. Jack will find them in the morning. And instead his fingers will find the buttons of his shirt.

“Takes me back to the OLD days.” He says, the way someone would start a story that took place perhaps a decade ago. Jack however is talking only a couple of months. He refers to T H E I R old bed. Jack’s tiny quarters inside the Hub, only really made for one. They’d moved to a bigger room a little while ago now. A normal double bed available and enough room to live comfortably as a pair. It had signified the beginning of a PROPER relationship if nothing else.

Once Jack is undressed, deciding to spend the night simply in his boxers - he lays himself down. He watches as Ianto approaches the bed, and see’s the way his boyfriend attempts to formulate a PLAN. The cogs are visible as they whir in his brain and try to find the best way to fit themselves in this bed. After a few moments Jack becomes impatient.

A hand sticks out from the bed, fingers wrapping around Ianto’s wrist and with a swift TUG, pulls the younger man on top of him completely. Jack grins up at his welshman, eyes lighting up mischievously despite the exhaustion behind them. It takes a m o m e n t more of wriggling before Jack has to the duvet comfortably on top of them both.

“Seemed like it was the ONLY way, don’t you think?” Jack teases lightly.

This is not the first time the two had navigated a too small bed. The Hub had provided it’s challenges for the first month or so of their relationship. The two are more than USED to these kinds of sleeping arrangements

They chat for a while. A few quips here and there about Jack’s LACK of ability to do much of anything right unless it’s taking down an alien species. Jack watches the way that Ianto’s eye crinkle at the edges as he smiles. Takes in the way his eyes shine in such the brightest of blues. Feels how Ianto’s heart beats in TANDEM with his own as the welshman lays across his chest.

After a while, the pair have grown silent. The lights have been turned off and there’s little movement from the man on top of him.

“Asleep?” Jack whispers into the darkness. He wouldn’t be surprised if he were.

“No.” Ianto answers in return. Jack feels his head shift against his shoulder, obviously looking up towards his partner in some capacity.

BLINDLY, the captain moves his hand slowly, until fingers connect with soft skin of Ianto’s cheek. He slides them across gently, e n c o m p a s s i n g his boyfriend's face after a moment and drawing him in.

The kiss that follows is soft and tender. Lips graze against each in what feels like slow motion as they take breaths at the PERFECT moments and meet once again without confusion. Jack, in the dark, can take every moment to simply memorise how Ianto FEELS against his body rather than how he looks.

THOUGH THAT’S PRETTY PERFECT TOO.

There’s a weight against his chest of Ianto’s body on top of his own that grounds him so perfectly. Their legs have TANGLED together without meaning too. Jack’s arms have found themselves crossed and draped over his boyfriend’s back. Once they break apart as a gently as they have come together, Ianto’s hair t i c k l e s Jack’s nose as his head goes down, and there’s a nose that doesn’t belong to him, pushed into the crook of his neck.

Jack will, in his DARKEST moments, remember this night.

And, as he feels the Welshman grow a little heavier against him as sleep takes a hold, he will remember not what it felt like to LOVE Ianto Jones - but what it felt like to be loved BY him.

A perfect man.

HIS perfect man.

#blipintiime; i spent my whole life running then one day all of the sudden there was you #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid

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calicoartie · 5 years ago

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Tagged by the amazing @funeraloracle !!! I tag @snowingemotions @squid-star @aphroditiansarah @pajamajedi @hobiswitch @thelovedpriestess @the-faeryqueen @intuitivecherry @keep-hauntingme @sereialsey and @heavenly-serpent !!!

1. name: my current name is Camille but I’m thinking of going by something else on here... I still want it to start with a c to make it easier for you guys, but I’m thinking of something a bit cuter... idk. I’ll make sure to make a post about it when I come up with a name!

2. nicknames: OHMYGOD!!! I have so many!!! I’ve been called Cham, Bean, Chammie, Chameleon, Camel, Chamellionaire (lmao ikr) uhhh idk what else...

3. zodiac sign(s): Gemini sun, Taurus moon, and Taurus rising !!! (I’m Taurus dominant hehehe 😈)

4. height: last time I checked I was 5’4, but I think I’ve grown (???) bc I did not expect my friend who is 5’10/5’11 to be THAT short... I thought they would be taller??? Idk maybe my expectations of heights are wrong 😂

5. languages: ok so I know a good chunk of Spanish (but fail my tests??? Why???) and I can read most of the Korean alphabet and like understand a very little amount of words... I also know a few words in French but by a few words I mean fish and bread 😭😂

6. nationality: American, but I have a bunch of French-Canadian and some Italian + Irish !!!

7. favorite season: S P R I N G. SPRINGGGGGG!!!!! SSSSSPPPPPRRRIIINNNGGGGGG!!!! All of the birds come out and sing their pretty songs, it’s warmmmmm and I get to open my windowsss and sometimes I’ll get lil moth visitors on my window screens !!! They r very fuzzy and very nice. Flowers are also my EVERYTHING so I love to see my lil babies grow 🥺. Also FRESH. AIR. More about that later.

8. favorite flower: ooooo ok so I have 2. One is a sunflower bc they make me really happy (!!!) and they remind me of someone I care about a lot, and then I love hydrangeas !!! Their colors are so pretty and the flower is pretty and I even have some in my yard !!! They’re purple/blue !!!

9. favorite scent: remember when I mentioned fresh air? Well HERE WE ARE. I’m telling y’all that shit + my lungs = ASCENSION. It is my favorite thing in the world especially since I have sensory issues (anxiety, ptsd) and WOW it rocks my whole world 🤩🤩🤩 fresh air papí GET INTO THESE LUNGS. also I really love wood fires ??? Like during the fall and wintertime??? That shit is IMMACULATE. also amazing for my sensory issues bc fire = warmth = hug/touch stimulation = muy bien for me.

10. favorite color: YELLOW!!!!!!!!! It’s the color of sunflowers, my phone case, and a pair of fuzzy crocs that I have 🥺. I really love the color yellow.

11. favorite animal: S H E E P. Ok so every year I go to my state’s fair and one of the things I absolutely have to do is to go pet the sheep. My fair experience is literally never complete without me going to go pet the sheep. Even my friend that’s been going with me for the past 2 years now (this year will be the 3rd!!!) knows that. Also somehow the sheep help me stim??? I even take like 5 minute videos of me petting them just so I can go back and watch them later.

12. favorite fictional character: hmmm... I’d say tinker bell, the genie, flounder, mike wazowski (I always found him to be absolutely fucking HILARIOUS), molang (shhh don’t tell anybody but I love watching the show on Netflix), any of my favorite Pokémon, any of my favorite animal crossing villagers, and sally from line !!! I even got a little charm of her to put on one of my crocs but I lost her :( I’ll get a new one again !!!

13. coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: a solid, and I mean solid tie between coffee and hot chocolate.

14. average hours of sleep: ehhh it really depends bc of school but usually it’s 8.5/8 hours? Sometimes it’s less.

15. cat or dog person: both 🥺 I love animals a LOT so I will pet and give my love to pretty much anything except for spiders (ewwww gross)

16. number of blankets you sleep with: 4 (with one of them being a weighted blanket) as you may remember, I like need warmth and some sort of hug-like stimulation for sensory purposes, so I asked my mom for a weighted blanket this past Christmas and oh GOD do I love it. Best thing ever. 11/10.

17. dream trip: NEW YORK CITY!!!! It is literally my favorite place in the world, I’ve gone there once and I can’t get enough of it. There’s so much to do and everything is just so alive and beautiful and it really makes me wanna live life :,) it’s such an inspirational place ahhhh

18. blog established: I’m gonna say 2015/16? I honestly don’t remember but this blog has gone through MANY makeovers.

19. number of followers: 577 !!!

20. random fact: I can play multiple instruments !!! The recorder (if you even want to count it), the ukulele, the lyre, flute (my main b), some piano, and the piccolo!!!

#omg this took me so long im sorry #this is literally me in a nutshell #me #mine

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years ago

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Alexander Chirilă SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alexander is very reluctant and reserved when it comes to his personal space so don't expect him to kiss, hug or cuddle you out of his own free will. If you show him affection at the beginning he will be suspicious and unsure, very awkward about it. Later on, with baby steps he will be more comfortable with this, and once you gain his trust he will welcome your affection, but that is a very rare thing. The secret is to take things slowly, don't fully pull him into a surprise hug.

Once you have his full trust, he will show affection into his own way; he will cook for you delicious meals, will spend quiet time with you in the morning around nature while you two sip on tea, he will tell you about his past and advenatures, take walks with you while holding hands, which is a BIG DEAL. For him holding hands is a deep spiritual form of bonding.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Friendship is half of how the relationship starts. You need to take your time with him, observe him and understand his persona. Everything is about earning his trust, doesn't matter if you want a relationship or a friendship. You cannot force friendship on him and expect him to be accepting of you. Just get to know him. Just chatting about simple things in life, like what he likes and doesn't.... But no personal sensitive questions at first like about his family or intimate sexual questions. If you do so, he will only get embarassed, flustered and he will hide into his steel like shell and won't come out after a while. That also depends on the person.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling will be something that will happen later on in the relationship or friendship, once he is comfortable with you and will aceept you into his personal bubble. He is very gentle and quiet when cuddling, maybe some small exchange of words here and there. His intimate touch is very soft and carefull, the opposite of his killing and assasination.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Alexander never was one to think about relationship, much less about settling down with someone, but once he may find that special someone, he can be very domestic. He is used to clean the whole house, cook breakfast, lunch and dinner and even attending to the garden. He is very domestic into his everyday life when not being his assassin self. If you will achieve the rarity of being his s/o you will wake up with a delicious rich breakfast, your clothes all freshly cleaned at the end of the bed. During his training with his former Master, he did all of that... Cooking, cleaning, gardening.... And he had to do them to complete Perfection.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Alexander never had a relationship in his whole life and there's no doubt he wouldn’t know how to do it. He is completly clueless at how relationship work. The only relationship that he is aware of is the Master-Pupil one.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Marriage has never been a prospect that has ever crossed Alexanders life, but if you managed to be his s/o you will have his undying devotation. He is the type to be gratefull for things such as love, that he has never crossed paths with. In his opinion a s/o is a rare treasure. Once you managed to open the steel gate to his love, he will be 100% loyal and never betray you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, Alexander is the most gentle guy you will ever meet. The complete opposite of his assassin way, if you are someone close to him, especially his s/o, he will treat you like the most fragile flower ever. He knows how vulnerable humans are and how easy it can be to break them so he is soft into his touching and probably reluctant about it.

As for emotionally? He is a tornado of emotions, considering his bad temper and how easily he loses his cool when teased. He is quiet and reserved but once approached anything can happen with how unstable he is. It can go so many ways; if you tease him, he might get all flustered and blushing, a shuttering mess or if you pull on his anger he will yell profanities and storm off to be alone.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Not a person to give hugs, but if you are his s/o he will welcome them, but still blush slightly. He is just not used to phsyhical affection and gets awkward about it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This word has always been an enigma for Alexander and he doesn't know much about this department. Don't expect him to say these words so fast. It takes time and work to manage for him to say this sentence, but once he says it, there is no going back. You better be honest about your feelings for him. If he says that he loves you he means it with every cell into his body. Don't betray his trust. He prefers a punch into the face than a knife into the back. If you hurt his feelings and break his heart, he will turn his back to you and never go back. You cannot expect to break a mirror and out it back together and still see a perfect reflection. Once he loves he loves with his full heart. He is very sensitive.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Depends on what.... He has always been jealous of his big brother for people being charmed by him, by the fact his parents choosed Decebal and not him. Jealousy will make Alexander very bitter and just sulk in silence.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Alexanders kisses are shy and inexperienced, very slow and innocent like, perhaps with a drop of curiousity. He has never kissed anyone in his life so he feels unsure of how he should take things. You will have to initiate the kisses and take the steering wheel in everything that means intimate touch with this man.

He would probably like to kiss you on the cheek; simple and without too much work, of fear that if things are more complicated he might do something wrong.

The best way to kiss Alexander and get the most satisfying reactions from him is to kiss and play with his ears. Its a very erogenous zone and just you nibbling and sucking on his earlobe can make him come undone and a red faced mess.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Surprisingly, Alexander is calm and much more patient with children than with adults. They remind of his younger self and how clueless and easy to throw around he was, so to him children are like young birds that still need time to learn to fly.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Alexander start up very early, so he can have time to do his chores; preparing breakfast, changing the bedsheets, sipping on his green tea while outside listening to the birds singing. The mornings with this man are very calm and full of tranquility, enjoying the fresh breeze in the morning that slowly fully wakes him up little by little.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Alexander loves to spend most nights, gazing at the stars before sleep, counting each costelation like counting sheeps. Most of his nights are filled by nightmares and because of where he lived, his sleep is always an agitated one. Sometimes he wishes to never sleep but he knows that the human body needs rest and to recharge himself, that's one of the reasons he counts the costelation, it helps him little by little to get sleepy.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Alexander is like a papirus in an ancient language and it takes a long time for him to reveal things about himself. He isn't an open book and defenitly not one to put everything on a silver platter. If you want to learn things about him you will have to read between the lines. He is like a jigsaw puzzler and a challenge when it comes to find out who he really is inside. He may come off as hard steeled, antisocial, acidic and perhaphs bitter, but inside he is very soft, sensitive about his feelings and beliefs, shy and reluctant to let others see his vulnerabilities as well as self concious about not being 'perfect' as his former Master used to constantly say.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Alexander has a very bad temper, but he is pasive aggressive. He gets angry now and the next five minutes he gets calm. His anger is usually striked when people annoy him, not letting him be despite him warning about it. Alexanders bad temper can be ignited at any time, depending of who you are and with what you annoyed him. Its a dead race with his rage.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Alexander has an IQ over 200 and remembers each tiny little detail about you. If you said you would want to try a certain food he will remeber it and if you are someone important to him he will prepare that dish the next week and surprise you all nonchalantly. He will even know how much sugar you like in your coffee, or he will remember the scent you like your clothes to have. He will know every little detail about you, he has an elephant memory and you can bet he has your full biography into his head.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Most likely the one where you finally earned his trust and he can be much more comfortable around you, not squeaking each time you hug him and such. He doesn't like to be a blushing and shuttering mess, a prospect he cannot control, so finally able to handle his emotions better with you, is a very good thing... Altough he still gets that cute pink blush across his cheeks from time to time.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Alexander can be very protective of someone that means well to him, even giving his life in order to save that special someone. He is a master assassin and he surely doesn't need protection. He can handle himself very good. Take it like this; he will protect you physically from any danger and all you have to protect is his sensitive heart.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A perfectionist at heart, Alexander will put 100% effort in anything he does for his s/o, be it their Birthday or simply their breakfast, everything has to be done with precision and a hawk eye. Alexander hates failure when it comes to his own persona and simply wants to be praised for a job very good done.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A very bad habit is his pasive-aggressive attitude of his, the incapacity to handle his emotions and how easily he loses his cool. He tries to hide his shy and awkward self with a shield of rage and anger tantrums, not wanting to be seen as weak and low.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Alexander isn't one to spend hours into the mirror but he is self concious about his scars. Most people look his way and avoid him, giving him either scared or disgusted looks. He cannot imagine someone to be attracted to his ugly marks that make him look like a monster.

If someone says that they think he is handsome or makes him a compliment he will either be a blushing mess or he will tell them not to tell ugly lies. This depends on who you are.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If he truly loves you and has made that known..... YES. Once he gives you his heart, he will fall into a sulking dark hole without you. He is the type that puts effort 100% into everything so you leaving him for example will make him feel like an incapabile idiot with zero skills just like his Master always told him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His killing style varies from target to target and each kill has a meaning and different operation. For example one time in Columbia he killed three men, hung them upside down in a public place and gutted them from groin to neck, letting their insides dangle out. Its a silent message 'Don't do what these men did or you are next'. Other times he planted bombs on his targets car or house and detonated them from distance. It all depends on the target and what the one that hired Alexander wants.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, Alexander hates people to forcefuly try to get into his life or personal space. Mind your own business, wanker! There is a difference from taking initiative and slowly get to know him, and the being a complete idiot and stuck your nose into his business. Be respectfull of his barriers or else you will get his bitter side which stings.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Alexander sleeps with his gun under the pillow. Mostly where he lived, the places were dangerous and you could always wake up with a gun pointed to your forehead or a knife at your throat. He is very vigilant at night because he knows that's when the killers and such are lurking.

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