#zey answers

[zeiinoviahh]

*sneaks into asks still admiring all the wonderful art*

Your thoughts of CEO LaCroix with reading glasses bent over paperwork and frustratedly brushing strands of hair out of his eyes?

"Yes, please" or "No, wouldn't be caught dead with glasses"?

Well, YES PLEASE and and i actually have a funnier something in work

[juhotonin]

🌀🌀🌀 u want to listen to the Adventure Calling Emotions 🌀🌀🌀🌀 u want to be a choice so bad🌀🌀🌀come to choiceland🌀🌀be a choice w me🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

Stop it!!! The fact that I know what you mean says a lot 😭 yet I won’t be swayed away I can’t I barely have time for my own life… but they make good music though 😭

[arliganzey]

i know the answer but explain to me how hot arligan zey is

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | 

LORD MERCY

What part of large, muscular, burly, 'huge hands' and baritone voice, bearded, middle-aged man isn't going to get a lord mercy from ME?

He was a fighting man, a good Jedi, and a good officer who CRIES WHEN HE MEETS ETAIN AND DARMAN'S SON (CANON EVENT)

"That is, to use your phrase, a load of osik" HE SAYS THIS TO KAL'S FACE

My guy is on Chancellor Palpatine's speed dial while simultaneously knowing Kal and the Nulls are up to shit and he has to allow it or else he's getting hosed too. The middle management struggle is real.

He's a totally decent human being who probably has seen his fair share of the Jedi Order doing good in the galaxy, and at first I think he's on board with serving the Republic in the war until his employee-son Bardan hits him with how WRONG it all is. And by then Zey CAN'T LEAVE--who would take his place? Somebody worse, for sure, because he knows how some of the Masters treat the clones because he used to be one of them.

READING AND WRITING ARLIGAN ZEY IS NOT ENOUGH. I MUST EAT HIM

send me a character and I'll tell you how hot they are!

[verpineshatterrifle]

Zey and Bardan (Master and Padawan OTP not anything else, not even the most twisted minds of our generation could pull off zey/bardan eugh anyway): 14. Who kills the spiders? / 49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger? / 46-47. Who has the longer food/more complex caf order?

OMG THE BLORBOS <3

as a kid bardan is way too sensitive to kill the spiders!! they're living creatures!! with feelings!! they didnt do anything to deserve death!! if he pays too close attention he can feel their tiny little life end in a flash!! and he's not scared of spiders anyways, they can hang

bardan wants to drive so so so bad. no sane person wants to be in the passenger seat when bardan is driving. arligan lets him drive SOMETIMES. he gets way too excited about it and makes arligan regret this decision immediately. just because you can drive with your eyes closed because of The Force doesnt mean you HAVE TO, BARDAN. fortunately he's a great getaway driver

arligan strikes me as having very specific tastes, when it's possible to reasonably accommodate. not necessarily fancy or over the top, but precise. bardan, like every teenage boy ever, will eat anything that enters his field of vision

[zeichannnnn]

Guys what happens if I open an ask box for Tommy from TAiT

[ask-crimson]

zey why are you beefing with sherbet. LIKE WHY!!! shes done no wrong

[mildew-mop]

zey/zem pronouns rock

thank you!

[chinzhilla]

Are you the hoarder bon, be honest?

(Idk why but I felt like I needed to send you this after you wrote '*hoarding tissue boxes*') I’m weird I’m sorry 🙈

yes i must come clean, it was me 😔 if they’re gonna break my heart they oughtta at least comfort me afterwards!!

[aousboom]

Hi alexa hi hi!!! I wanna know 6, 12 and 22 sending you lots of hugs and love 🩷

Hi hiiii thank you for asking~

6. favorite siblings

Ohhh this is one I haven't thought about too much. But I loved Pat and Pa in Bad Buddy. OH! Also Minoru and Tane in Our Dining Table :')

12. most rewatched bl

Okay, so I don't typically rewatch shows in full but I'll rewatch fave scenes often and I think the ones I've typically rewatched from the most are probably My School President and Until We Meet Again

22. favorite veteran

Max and Tul will always be my top two, even if Tul isn't active in the industry right now. Also love Tay Tawan a lot a loooot!!!

send me some bl asks~

[snimeat]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLFRIEND 🥳🥳 let me be the first to congratulate you (hopefully). Another year has come another year to celebrate you and yourself my queen 👑 I am so glad I get to know you and to call you my friend, you make my life brighter with your presence, lovely edits and your kind dm’s 💕 I hope this new years of yours will bring you on a beautiful journey where you can find peace, answers to your questions, wisdom and overall love bc you deserve nothing less 🧡 I hope you have a wonderful day filled with so much love and hugs from the people who cherishes and adores you 🥰 HAPPY BIRTHDAY DORA ❤️

GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!! YOU REMEMBERED OMG!?!? THE SMILE YOU PUT ON MY FACE RN YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND. THANK YOU. THANK YOU 💜.

i miss our nonsense talk, i hope things are going well. honestly, this is the perfect time to slide into your dms and be a pain in your ass hihihihi

[zeiinoviahh]

Need to know ur Lacroix sire headcanons now ! PLEASE !🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺☹️🥺😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

Hm, I may not have that much since I'm in process of redoing my version of Lacroix' backstory but here is some tidbits i may or may not keep:

The Lacroix family isn't particularly influential or important, but very entitled power and loyal to the Ancien Régime. So when Elder Lacroix is approached by a mysterious stranger with ties to a secret military conspiracy and a offer for glory and power to his son, he accepts it.

The conspiracy is actually keeping Ventrue influence alive in the French military against a turbulent political atmosphere and changing demographics (peasants in the army, can you imagine?). The boy is dull, sure. But he is of nobility and quite obedient. Not a bad find.

The Sire is maybe of Hardestadt lineage. If you want familiar faces and higher stakes. Also there is this cool lore sheet in the V5.

Sometime around Battle of Waterloo, this little battalion he got for himself is cornered by some sort of enemy, likely mortal maybe supernatural. So the Sire resorts to Sabbat tactics and initiates a mass embrace. Sebastian somehow survives. He always does.

An absolute scandal when the word of this gets out. And yet trough negotiation, a careful smokescreen and some boons the Ventrue save their own to save their face. The event somehow gets covered up.

Thus his sire absolutely despises Sebastian. His greatest millitary embarrassment, not dead and beside him wherever he goes. He could get rid of him yet that would be too suspicious.

(Maybe he gets killed in presence of Sebastian. Maybe that would be overkill for the storyline. idk. But he doesn't)

Edit: He doesn't have any reservations in sending his childe in situations where death and disgrace are highly probable. He even seeks it. Such as New York during a violent Sabbat campaign and such as the lost cause that is Los Angeles. He could end him at this point if he wants. The scandal of 1815 is far behind. Yet it's more fun this way.

This may not make sense, historically or lore-wise. This was a good exercise to get my thoughts in order. So... Thanks, anon!

[juhotonin]

as soon as he showed his shaved head i thought maybe i shouldnt gif this 😭💔💔💔💔

No no you definitely should have and I’m glad you did! 🧡 you know that you’re one of my favorites mutuals out there 🥰 but it still hurts and the audacity you had to hit me with a ton of bricks 😭I’m not ready don’t know if I’ll ever be 😭

[m4rloe5]

willow @ charlie, by some form of contact: You do realize leaving the way you did was a dick move, right? Care to explain?

"Holy shit," he muttered to himself. She'd replied. She'd actually replied. He was staring at the screen of the burner phone, reading the message over and over again. Should he answer, or should he break the device in half and pretend this never happened? His fingers hovered over the delete button.

When his fingers tapped the screen he instead typed out a message.

Yeah I know, I'm sorry. I panicked. When they killed that guy on stage for god knows what I just got so scared, because now that technology is banned what is stopping them from killing me next?

He looked at the words on the screen, then deleted them all.

I'm sorry I left the way I did, I panicked. But I promised that I'd try and help you save Anne, and I intend to keep that promise. She's in trouble. Ask Arthur when and where we stole that boat, and meet me there tomorrow.

He hit send.

[lilacbumps]

Sequel: The Lady Next Door - Mayternity

The lady next door has been your neighbor for quite some time now. Her name is Gwendolyn Laurent. When she speaks her voice has a French accent that somehow draws you in. Some times you go over to help her with random chores. As months pass you notice her belly is bigger than average; realizing she’s carrying more than one baby than the rumors said.

Out of the blue you thought of her. Wondering how someone as beautiful as her doesn’t have a husband or partner to help care for her. There is a knock upon your door. Rising to your feet you wonder who could it be. To your surprise it’s Gwendolyn when you open the door.

“J'ai besoin de votre aide.” She says looking into your eyes. Your expression becomes puzzled as you don’t understand French. She raises her hand to her chest.

“Forgive me, I am learning English. Could you help me with bulb?” She smiles embarrassed.

You turn the light bulb from above and the light turns on. The you climb down the ladder.

“Oh thank you Monsieur! I would have fallen to my death because of how pregnant I am now.” Gwendolyn caresses her huge belly.

“Do you like tea? Coffee?” Her accent is thick on the word coffee.

In the kitchen she pours you a cup of hot water with a teabag in the cup as well as a cup for herself. Gwendolyn sits down, her belly pressing against the table. You smile and ask her if she was married.

She shakes her head no.

“I was never marry. I hads a few boyfriends, but zey never last.” She pauses thinking she should tell him about her unborns father.

“There is no father if you was wondering. I seen doctor who gave me mysterious man batter as I asked, then doctor inserted it. Now I carry triple of what I wanted. But I am very happy to finally be ze mother I always wanted to be.” Gwendolyn smiles innocently staring out the window while rubbing her belly. As you look at her belly you can see them moving inside her.

“Would you like to feel?” Before you could answer, she takes your hand and places it on her belly.

[shit-begone]

WISHES (Masterlist)

INSTRUCTIONS FOR USE:

Include your SVT Friends in your imagination depending from their biases. Mingyu, Jeonghan and Seungkwan have girlfriends in this AU. Happy reading!

Y/N - Your name | Y/FN - Your full name | Y/LN - Your last name

SEUNGCHEOL X READER

DINO AS SECOND MALE LEAD

STORY LINE/WORD COUNT (Part 1 to Part 9): 45,515

*Lee Chan/Dino as your best friend that suddenly confessed his feelings for you.

*Choi Seungcheol/Cheol as the annoying mutual friend who wants to be a part of your life.

The confusion began when you realized that your best friend may have offered you the world while your annoying friend that resembles a lot like your college heartbreaker, Seok-jin, wanted to be part of yours.

It was an easy-peasy thing for you, not until you had to join Chan and Cheol in a five-day vacation with the boys.

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PART 1 Rejected Confession

PART 2 Destiny or Answered Prayer?

PART 3 Bros Before Hoes

PART 4 Call Me Honey

PART 5 Love and Lust

PART 6 Back to Reality

PART 7 Everything After The Bliss

PART 8 Afraid to Lose You

PART 9 They Do Come True

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This au was made for @zei-ruhhh.

[cabezadeperro]

Maze/Zey and the inherent homoeroticism of wound tending (https://cabezadeperro.tumblr.com/post/747750812535685120)

hi friend!!!!!

sometimes you just need to write 700w of homoerotic hurt/comfort handholding ig.

(post o66, on the way to kyrimorut. not established relationship and not prerelationship but a secret third thing.)

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The general is where Maze left him: sitting on the lower bunk, his head bowed, hands hanging between his bent knees. In the low light of the shuttle’s single cabin he seems carved from stone, all sharp angles and deep shadows, but the small room stinks of blood and ozone and blaster residue. 

Maze pauses on the threshold, suddenly unsure. The ship’s small first aid kit feels awkward in his hands—two days ago, he would not have hesitated to offer his assistance, but now…

Well. 

For a few long uncomfortable seconds, they look at each other in silence. Maze can’t read his former general. Zey is quiet, quieter than he’s ever been, and distant, and blank. Shock, and something else: the slow, cold-blooded calculation of a veteran intelligence operative. 

Maze presses his lips together, sick of all of it. 

“Zey,” he begins. The general blinks just once. He shifts his weight slightly on the narrow bunk. Somehow he manages to make it look even smaller than it is, his bulk filling it in a way Maze knows he won’t. “You need medical attention. Will you let me help?”

The Jedi blinks once more. He loosens, first slowly and then all at once. He sighs, nods.

“Of course,” he says. He huffs, and a half-smile opens the cut in his lower lip. Blood trickles down his chin. “What’s one more thing?”

Maze doesn’t bother with an answer. He steps further inside and lets the door close at his back, and then he leaves the kit on the bunk next to Zey. He finds the main switch quickly, and harsh white light fills the small room. Zey hisses but says nothing. He watches Maze quietly while he takes off his gloves and his gauntlets and most of the pieces of his upper shell. 

“May I?” says Maze once the sleeves of his blacks are also out of the way, jerking his chin at the Jedi. 

Zey nods. He lost his outer robe somewhere, and between the two of them they make quick work of his tunic and his inner layer and his undershirt. Soon enough he’s bare to the waist, shivering slightly in the shuttle’s cold recycled air. Maze presses his lips together as he eyes the bruises over the Jedi’s ribs. There’s a blaster burn on the back of his left shoulder, another one lower on his stomach. They glanced him, but the skin around them is red and inflamed and hot to the touch. 

Maze pulls down the bunk from the opposite wall and sits down, placing the first aid kit in his lap. It is—well. A first aid kit. Maze scowls, annoyed, and fingers the few bacta patches, the monodose bottle of antibiotics. 

“We need to get you to an actual doctor,” he mutters, mostly to himself. Zey shifts, and then his hand is over Maze’s, warm and dry. There’s blood on his knuckles, and two of his fingers are swollen and stiff, the fingernails missing. 

Maze looks up at him. The overhead light washes him out, makes him look even worse than he did before, deepening the bruises on his jaw and around his throat, the black eye. His chest and the swell of his belly are a mess of black and green and purple.

Horror is sudden and unexpected and quickly disposed of: what did they do to him? 

“Maze,” Zey begins. His name sounds strange in the general’s lips. Not quite out of place, but something else. His hand is very light on Maze’s. “I will survive. Do what you can. It is more than enough, and more than I probably deserve.”

Maze presses his lips together and says nothing. He slides his hand from under the general’s and reaches for the disinfectant wipes, first aid lessons clear and loud in his mind. 

He leaves the general’s fingers for last. They are not broken, just sprained, so he tapes them together, Zey warm and pliable under his hands. Zey’s are bigger, heavier, somehow harder. Decades of calluses and scars cover his knuckles, the tough skin on his palms.

They are good hands. It occurs to Maze that he doesn’t know if he thinks that because they are, or just because they are Zey’s.