#*PERFECTIONIST. goddamnit

[amygdalae]

Repainted my nails and there are a bunch of air bubbles trying not to kill myself about it

[therantingsage]

Oh to incorporate flawed realities into stories that are mainly just me feeding myself fluff or to leave it out but end up bothered knowing said fluff is not quite right........

[bipolar-boygirl]

can you sense my desperation

[phealboy]

Dan from Law,

Phil from Media & Editing

is that how it goes? it’s been so long i forgor…

hey poo poos. its been a while, huh…i know, i know, i said i’d publish this the FIRST OF DECEMBER…but ya boy was a bit busy, gimme a breaaaak. anyways…here with a longer chapter to make up for it. enjoy. no smut. just a buncha gay boys and angst. as usual, tags under the cut :3

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Basically just fluff, a bit of angst. Mentions of Dan being outted, Dan having a sliiight panic attack?, Phil is allergic asf to cats, ADORABLE CAAATTTSSS, enjoy poo poos xox

Dan and Phil had exchanged numbers after around 30 minutes of talking on Grindr. Dan was just managing to wrap his head around the fact that fucking Phil was some variation of queer. Then, Phil proposed they meet up. For a date. Phil wanted Dan. Whether it was romantic or platonic, Dan was never going to reject that.

It was around midday by now, a little too late to go to a café because of the daylight savings, so they arranged to meet somewhere called ‘La Chat’. It was some French cat café, something that Dan couldn’t afford, but he’d be damned if he didn’t dig into his savings for this “date” with Phil. This might be his only opportunity.

Phil had been texting Dan about how he’d “have to slam back 10 antihistamines" because he’s allergic, but that he didn't mind because he would "rather die than not visit a cat café at all possible opportunities.’’

So, Phil was taking Dan out on yet another coffee date, and he didn't care about the fact that he was going to be sniffling the entire time. And goddamnit, Dan didn’t care either.

The next day, Dan woke up, showered, put on his ugliest knitted sweater as he thought it would beautifully fit the theme (it did) and some fuck ass jeans that most definitely didn’t fit him but were the only pair on his floor that weren’t, like, completely dirty, and then drove towards the cafe.

When he was in the shower earlier that same morning, he had debated not straightening his hair but leaving it, keeping it natural. That’s what his mother always used to say, ‘Girls want you naturally, Daniel’, but he quickly shot down the idea. What did his mother know? Anyway, no girl ever wanted him, naturally or not, so he decided on straightening his hair down. It was all he knew, after all.

His heart was pounding the entire time while he drove, his head a mess and his forehead just a ‘tiny’ bit sweaty, which only helped to slick his hair down to be even more pinstraight, even if it looked a little unnatural.

Maybe, in Dan’s dream world, when Phil and him had been together for a few months, he would let him see his hair. The way it looked just so shockingly different curled, how his fringe looked shorter when he didn’t use his shitty poundland-fake version of a GHD straightener to burn his hair to a crisp. Maybe, if Phil didn’t up and leave after a week or so of Daniel’s messed up self -- his self esteem issues, his bi-weekly existential crises’, his problems with procrastination despite his perfectionist mindset -- maybe he’d let Phil in. Maybe, just maybe, he’d let Phil see him, the imperfection of his hair caused by the years of heat damage.

Possibly.

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Dan’s shitty ford fiesta slows down to a stop a few feet away from ‘La Chat’. Well, where maps said it was anyway. Dan had never come down this part of London, this was the ‘fancier’ part of London. It wasn’t ever really in Dan’s price range, and it was about a 20 minute diversion from the only route he went out in his car (his commute to work), so he had never seen the street the cafe was down, didn’t even recognise the name of the street, let alone know his own way to the cafe.

Dan was apprehensive to get out of his car, and, momentarily, he felt trapped. Trapped within a 1.1 tonne lump of pissing metal. Trapped within a moving death machine, but it felt safe. Safer than going outside, safer than going into that cafe. Safer than the possibility that Phil would stand him up. Safer than the fact this might’ve all been a lie, that the same thing that happened in Wokingham when he was 17 would repeat, that everyone would find he’s…whatever he is, gay, queer, it didn’t matter. He wanted to keep this a secret, a thing he would keep locked away until the guilt of it all was overpowered by stupid lust, until he didn’t care. But Phil, the mere idea of Phil, made that guilt slowly dissipate.

He took a large breath and refused to let it leave until he stepped out the car. After about 4 seconds, he climbed his awkwardly lanky body out of his shitty fiesta and he exhaled. It would be okay. Phil seemed nice, the idea of Phil and coffee seemed concrete, correct. In his mind, if Phil really wanted to stand him up, then he would pick somewhere shittier, - a bar, possibly - a place Phil wouldn’t regularly go to, not a cafe. Dan didn’t know a lot about Phil, but he knew he liked - loved - coffee.

Dan took a few steps, then he saw one of those foldable chalkboards with a ginger cat drawn in chalk with ‘’Sandwich + Milkshake for £12 every Tuesday, 4-6’’ next to it, written in blue chalk.

And then, without even having to look up and see the ‘Le Chat’ sign above the cafe and its large windows, he knew he was in the correct place. Expensive food, expensive drinks, shitty deals.

He looks up, still at least 5 steps from the door. His heart pounded even harder than it already was, from leaving the safe confines of his car, when he saw Phil in one of the booth’s near the window. He intently watched Phil for a few moments, watching – studying – what he did when he was alone.

Phil stood up inside the cafe, walking towards the male bathrooms. Dan watched him sneeze once, then again, then bump into a tall woman, wearing the ‘La Chat’ uniform, with a sandwich in her arms on a plate. The woman proceeded to drop the plate and Phil was apologising, while he continued to sneeze. A cat jumped atop of his table, poking its paw innocently in his cup, getting cat hair all in his coffee.

The whole scene was chaotic, yet it calmed Dan’s nerves as he stepped closer to the cafe. Chaos was regular for Dan, calmed him, made the world feel a bit more real, less worrying. Phil might be able to possibly size up to how chaotic he was. Possibly. Probably not, but possibly.

Dan watches as Phil stumbles off to the bathroom. He walks into the Cafe, hearing a little dingle above him from a bell attached to the door. No one looks over, relievingly. Except a waitress, the same waitress that Phil had knocked over.

‘’Hello. Do you need a seat?’’ She says. Dan shakes his head, ‘’No, I’m meeting someone. They’re already here. Thanks.’’ Dan internally cringed and slapped himself for saying ‘They’re’ instead of ‘he’s’. He was trying to get over the embarrassment of being gay, or whatever he was, and fixing small bits in how he spoke was a step in that direction; it just wasn’t that easy. At all.

The woman nods and walks into the back of the kitchen, presumably to ring in another sandwich to replace the one Phil had made her drop. Dan walks towards the booth that Phil `had been sitting at. There was a ginger cat on the table, splayed out, belly-up to the ceiling.

“God, I’d love to be a cat for a day.” A familiar voice spoke behind him as he sat down at the booth. He turned his head to his left, and there was Phil. Dan flashes Phil his most ‘I didn’t nearly cry in the car over here’ smile, which ended up being an awkward smile, but it got his whole ‘I’m happy to be here’ idea across, which was what he wanted.

[deepspacewhore]

CAPTAIN DIRTBAG

This is the first part of a script I wrote because I needed to see the woman hot-mess dirtbag trope (Eleanor Shellstrop/Fleabag/Tracey from Chewing Gum. you get it) in a Captain's role in Star Trek.

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Part I:

It's the 25th century, exactly 100 years after Voyager got yeeted into the Delta Quadrant. The Starship Sojourner is on red alert - again.

Captain Vatal and her crew are struggling to fight off an alien warship for the fifth time in two months. Shields at 30%. Weapons at 20%. Several of the crew are injured.

Vatal is trying her best not to be shaken but the fact of the matter is they're getting their asses kicked. She is an uptight perfectionist so this string of ass whoopings is rattling her to her core. When she got assigned this mission - find and make contact with 12 planets and 12 species charted out by Starfleet Command - she was pleased. She had a reputation at Starfleet as being a top student and her first mission as Captain had been a success. But this second mission was a bigger deal - bigger ship, bigger crew, deeper space - and she was absolutely beefing it.

BOOM! An explosion.

Ensign Jared (Young, handsome, frazzled): Captain, the hull's about to go!

Captain Vatal: Reroute auxiliary power to the structural integrity field now!

First Officer Cres (severe, capable, irritable): Rerouting -

Another explosion.

Vatal: Lieutenant, evasive maneuvers!

Lieutenant Denalia (hot, mysterious, agile): The warp core is offline! We won't be able to make it out fast enough!

Vatal: Reroute auxiliary power to the warp -

Cres: There's only so much auxiliary power to reroute Captain! You can't just say that everytime!

(Explosion)

Vatal: Just fucking do it! Goddamnit Cres!

Cres: REROUTING -

Another direct hit. The ship begins to speed away faster. But the alien warship is close behind them. It's a shark swimming after a guppy.

Denalia: They're gaining on us Captain.

Vatal: I see that Lieutenant!

Cres: They're charging weapons again.

Vatal: I'm aware Commander!

Cres: So what do we do?

Captain Vatal is panicking. Everyone is looking to her for direction. She is frozen in time and space. It's random, but her mind goes back to her graduation day at the academy. As if in slow motion, she can see her parents, professors and classmates smiling at her, top of her class. They attach a pin to her lapel. She feels like the luckiest ensign in the world.

BOOM.

A huge explosion. A blinding light. It's over, Vatal thinks. But suddenly her vision comes back and her eyes dart around wildly. The bridge is still intact. The crew is still alive. And through the viewscreen - an alien warship that has been completely blown up.

Jared: Wha- was that us??

Cres: You control the weapons, did you fire?

Jared: No...

Cres: So it wasn't us (under her breath) idiot...

Denalia: Who was it?

Vatal: Or what was it?

Cres: Captain we're being hailed.

Vatal: Open a channel.

They hear a woman's voice slurring her words and a rather raucous crowd in the background. It's as if someone's calling from a party.

Keej: Ohhhh my god hello?

Vatal: Hello. This is Captain Vada Vatal of the Starship Sojourner. Who am I -

Keej: (Slurring) Ohhhh my god you guys what WAS THAT?

Vatal looks at Cres. The crew listens in confusion.

Denalia: She sounds concussed.

Keej: That thing...was MUTHAFUCKIN BIG!

Cres: I think she's...

Vatal: Who is this?

Keej: Mmmm who is THIS?

Vatal: I just introduced myself.

Keej: Look I'm not gonna say. But you're welcome. You guys owe us a torpedo, man - pffffft (cackles) (To someone in the background) Did you guys hear that? I said they owe us a torpedo. No forreal cuz like we didn't have to save them - HUH?

Cres: (Mouths to Vatal) What the fuck?

Vatal: Where are you located? Are you on a starship? A shuttle?

Keej: No further questions your honor. End transmis-shing. (To the background) Wow. That lady sounded like a real bummer. Captain Snooze, amirite. Like, GRAY alert-

Vatal: You're still on the comm line.

Keej: Pffffft (laughing) That's my bad. End transmish-een. (To the party) Hey what's a Captain gotta do to get another shot of kanar?

Vatal: Cres activate long-range scanners. Where the fuck are these people?

Cres: (Activates) Nothing Captain. We're not picking anything up.

Vatal: Ensign, modulate the electron fluctuation on the scanners and try again.

Jared: (Modulates) Nothing.

Vatal: Puzzling. (sighs) But I'm not gonna stick around and wait for another warship to show up. Denalia, take us out of h-

BOOM. The ship rumbles on impact.

Jared: Captain something's crashed into us. Damage on decks 3, 7 and 8.

Vatal: (angrily) What the actual hell?

Cres: We're being hailed.

Vatal: Open the damn channel! HEY you ...JERKS!

Cres: (Rolls her eyes) Got em.

Vatal: What the fuck are you guys trying to do?

Keej: (muffled, to her crew) Fucking turn it off. Just shut it off, there's no point now...

Slowly, a small starship goes from invisible to visible - and its port bow is smashed into the Sojourner's docking station.

Keej: (Big drunk sigh) Hey guys...so...party foul...

[corrienteallita]

Yes

please bulldoze the lot

for the second third time today

You know when you're tired and getting more and more cross with yourself because you can't do a basic thing like build a whole corner lot plot that's supposed to fit in with the rest of courtyard lane that's perfect and within budget for the Newbie family?

Okay, maybe not that specific. But you know when you're tired and you start judging yourself really harshly because GOSH DARNIT you should be able to do this?!

And you steadily get more and more angry at yourself until you want to throw something across the room in a dramatic temper tantrum?

But you CAN'T POSSIBLY give up, because damnit!! YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO THIS!

And so you get angrier.... etc.

When really all it boils down to is being a grumpy, overtired perfectionist who could just benefit from stopping, getting an early night and revisiting it tomorrow after looking for inspiration on the internet?

If only I could relate to that, but I can't, because I'M NOT TIRED and GODDAMNIT I SHOULD BE ABLE TO BUILD THIS BASTARD LOT

[starwars-dyke]

Oh I’ve got a whole list, buddy

1- Edmonton Oilers: I don’t deny the fact that they’re a great team. They ARE, but they play extremely dirty and other teams can’t do ANYTHING back to them because refs are too biased towards them (specifically towards McDavid/the NHL Golden Boy)

2- Vancouver Canucks: Legit how do they even make it into the Playoffs… Idk WHY I got beef with them. I just don’t like them.

3- Toronto Maple Leafs: I’m a perfectionist, okay? GODDAMNIT IT’S “LEAVES” NOT “LEAFS”

4- Winnipeg Jets: No, I don’t just hate the Canadian Teams. I don’t like the Jets because their coach SUCKS and they have a weak defense. I know this makes it easier for my favorite teams when playing against them (Los Angeles Kings, Dallas Stars, and Florida Panthers), but I KNOW they can do better. They have great potential! They HAVE to step their game up.

5- Anaheim Ducks: DUCKS SUCK! GO KINGS GO! I’m a lifelong Kings fan so I have a natural hate for these guys…

6- Los Angeles Kings: WE USED TO BE SO GOOD BUT NOW OUR COACH SUCKS!! BOOT JIM HILLER OUT! STOP DUMPING THE DAMN PUCK! PLEASE GUYS IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭

Hockey fans, what's your rival team ? Not like whats the rival of your fav team [or at least not necessarily], like what's the team YOU PERSONALLY got beef w/ ?

[w-h-4-t]

What if?

So I made some Cole and Blackwall banter and it maaaay have gotten a bit messed up in format on a @coleisperfect post I summitted so here’s the cleaned up version aka oop-

Sorry bout that yalls :)

*** Blackwall:...alright, let me hear it.

Cole: *smiles*  Bold, brash and brave but not boastful. Voice gruff and genuine like the slow sawing of wood. Every morning I see the flowers, every night I dream of a knight. He's the turning face of a spinning coin, two names under one shield, two hands reaching out to me. I fear fleeting dreams, gathering silk swiftly in my hands, clutching my chest. I can't breathe, can't speak when he calls my name; neither titles nor Houses but my name. Josephine.

Blackwall: How...how're you so sure that's really what she's thinkin'?

Cole: Two hearts tangled up like cloth caught on a branch, unravelling, unwinding but never disconnected from the source. Your love touches hers; dead of night, a quarter moon shines, we look towards the sky where the stars are crossed. Don't worry about everything else, thinking makes it longer, stretching out the pain and never the love. Put down the flower and take her hand.

Blackwall:..*soft chuckle* I suppose I’ll...think about it. I don't give a toss if Cassandra thinks you're a demon; you're nothin' but a good lad with a good heart. Thanks, Cole. 

Cole: I like having a good heart. I hope I get to keep it!

Blackwall: Oh, you will, for damn sure.

[ballpitcryptid]

So Ive taken it upon myself to redesign a character bc yknow, i feel like some areas of the design could be improved! Though i managed to forget the fact that I am INCREDIBLY indesicive. And its even worse bc this little guy, Fluff, is basically a main character so like.. his design needs to be PERFECT. So naturally ive been a tiny bit of a perfectionist and umm.. things are going some where! Where exactly? I dont know lol!

So for context he originally looked like this

Which I really love this design! I think the color palette is neat. So i was like.. Yknow what? Ill revamp his outfit! Maybe.. tweak the hoodie? Give him a bit more chaos? Hes supposed to be a small mischievious trickster. A goofy lil guy up to no good!

So I then proceeded to make several new designs... Which are, admittably, just made color differences. Yes its like a spot the difference but TRUST me there are differences.

Then Im like "Yknow what, I actually like these! All I have to do now is choose the one I like the most." I made a slight adjustment to the color palette but otherwise it was the same and i felt like it worked really well. A bit of a more complex outfit but overall the same energy as before. So you may be thinking... "Ah great you settled on a design?" WELL..

Earlier today I sort of had this epiphany that I didnt like the color palette. Well actually i really like the color palette, but not exactly for Fluff. Plus I really wanted to give him a rainbow of colors, like a ball pit. Bc yknow, thats his whole schtick. He lives in a ball pit, he turns people into balls etc etc. And I wasnt really getting that from any of the redesigns... SO I ATTEMPTED TO REDESIGN HIM! for like the 4th or 5th time (or 6th or 7th if we are including previous versions of him)

I eventually came up with this. The left being the first concept and the right being a cleaned up version.

I like this design a LOT bc of all the color it has! I think it also manages to feel balanced, which can be hard to obtain with a lot of different colors in a design. Plus I just think hes adorable with a vest and suspenders. Theres only one tiny problem..

I miss the old color palette now.

GODDAMNIT!!

Needless to say I am still going to be refining this mfs design for a while. Feel free to critique or tell me which design you prefer! Bc tbh i dont think any of these will be his finalized design.

[pills-and-peaches]

i can't do it anymore. i can't be myself even in front of my family, even in front of my friends. it's not that i told myself that i need to be playing a role all the time-- my surroundings got used to me acting. they only know the me who's playing, not the me inside. goddamnit, i don't even know who i am inside. i only know being the funny friend, the therapist friend, the daughter that is a perfectionist and always has her shit together. but i don't have anything together.

[hanniebvnnie]

all i need—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jungkook x female!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)

summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.

thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!

you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harder—to just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.

he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.

what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.

all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?

is he coming home at all tonight?

the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.

"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.

in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.

"why are you home so late?"

he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at this—he's definitely mad.

and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.

you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.

but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.

he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.

"look at me, baby," you whisper.

he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.

"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."

there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.

"everything's wrong?"

he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.

"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."

something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"

he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.

jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.

when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.

"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.

jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."

"that's so cheesy."

he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."

"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"

he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."

sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.

and all you need is him.

[samslosthoe]

Have you met J2? If so, in your personal opinion, does your astrology findings match any feelings or energies of them?

i met j2 at a convention! i got to ask a question (which was infamous on tumblr that year) at a gold panel, i had one photo op with jensen, and three with jared. not by design, the jensen ones just sold out quicker. i also had autos as part of my package. so i had a good amount of time with them, but nothing like PERSONAL.

they DEFINITELY match the energies in my findings.

jensen is very collected and reserved one-on-one, as he was separated for autos at that con, and gave very kind but programmed answers to things i said to him.

jared talks to fans like you’re already his friend, on the other hand. he’s very open and lacks more of a filter than jensen, holds up lines to talk to you, banters in photo ops if given the chance.

for instance, i’m an artist and what i had for my autographs was a backpack where i painted season 1 sam and dean faces onto it. i’m also a procrastinator and a perfectionist which doesn’t go well together and so i was finishing the night before and it wasn’t up to my standards.

jared’s sister megan was at this con and i had shown her the bag when i bought her book, mostly trying to get another artist’s opinion on what i did. so when i went up to jared to sign it, i told him i got his sister’s approval so it couldn’t be so bad. i handed the bag to him and he flipped out, swearing and getting all excited, asking me questions and stuff. i remember distinctly hearing “badass,” which tickled me at the time. when i mentioned megan’s approval despite being unhappy with it myself, he said, “hell, you’ve got mine! that’s MY FACE!” and it was just adorable.

jensen was kind when i handed it over, gave me kind of a stock answer, though. he didn’t engage like jared did, but he didn’t write me off. like, he heard me and answered in a nice, neutral way, but it was so unremarkable that i can’t remember what he said. i mean, it WAS five years ago and i was all adrenaline, but i remember jared’s words perfectly.

jared pretended to fight me when i asked my, at the time, controversial question about what they’d do after supernatural was over and we continued the fight in my photo op, where his 6’4” texas put up his dukes against 5’1” jersey. he’s delightful, gave me the biggest hug and whispered in my ear GODDAMNIT I WISH I HAD BETTER HEARING and winked.

but yeah. i think the energy matches pretty damn well.

[smolcatarmy]

Penny for your thoughts? - Chapter I

Title: Penny for your thoughts? [Telepathy AU] Relationship: Kim Taehyung/Jeon Jungkook Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content in later chapters. Word count: 4255 Summary: “~ Ahhhhhh, pretty boy is staring at us, definitely us.  - Oh my god, will you stop screaming? ~ Oh look, he looks so adorable with those wide eyes, oh God, why is he so near.  - It's okay breathe. Breathe, and try not to do anything stupid. Oh no no, don't stare. ~ Woah, so pretty. - No, I said do NOT stare. ~ Did you? Sorry, I must have heard you wrong. 

A clear-cut internal thought-conversation? This was rare, Jungkook noted as he turned away, trying so hard not to smile.”

OR, 

Jungkook can feel everyone's thoughts and emotions, and Taehyung is that one person who thinks too loud. 

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"Jiminie," Jungkook whined over the phone, "Can't I just, like, not go?"

"No, Jungkookie," Jimin laughed, amused and exhausted, "for the eleventh time in half an hour, you can't just, like, not go on the first day of your sophomore year of college."

"Fine," Jungkook sighed after many seconds of silence, "I'll see you in tomorrow morning at your place."

Jungkook already knew that skipping class wasn't an option. He just needed to rant to his best friend over the phone. Jimin lived in the flat across the hall on the same floor of the same apartment. But it was absolutely necessary that he talked to him over the phone. 

Jungkook liked phone calls. They made him comfortable. They let him feel normal, like he could forget, for a handful of seconds, about how thoughts that weren't his drifted through his mind, like he could let go of the guilt that ate him up from within of intruding their privacy, of being a voyeur of the worst kind.

They made him feel, for those few seconds, like he didn't have to apologize to every single person he passed by, that he didn't have to apologize for existing.

He stared at the phone in his hand. Honestly, he'd rather limit his interaction with fellow human beings to phone calls, because then, he wouldn't be able to feel their thoughts even if he wanted to. If it weren't for Jimin, he was sure that's exactly what he would have been doing now. 

- - -

Jungkook got dressed the next morning in loose blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt under a black hoodie. People seemed to notice him lesser in these clothes, although that wasn’t saying much. People seemed to notice him no matter what he did.

He made his way across the hall to Jimin's flat wondering how people found telepathy an attractive 'superpower'. He found it disturbing. Did they never think about the people at the other end, having their minds pried open without any sort of consent?

There was no place for something as unnatural as telepathy in this world. There was no place for people like Jungkook.

He stared at Jimin’s door. It was exhausting to bear the guilt of this unfair arrangement: Jungkook had full access to everyone's current thoughts and feelings, and none of these people, other than his parents and Jimin, even knew that telepathy was a real thing. 

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He had promised Jimin that he would try to be positive, to be optimistic today. Jimin's panic floated in through the door.

  Goddamnit, why is Jungkook always on time? Should I put on some eyeliner today? Nah. Overkill for the first day. Is Jin-hyung seriously still asleep? Shit, it's time.

Jungkook? Come on in. I'll be a minute.

 Jungkook smiled, letting himself in. Jimin made him feel okay. He knew about Jungkook's...situation, and still didn't harbour any negative feelings towards him for feeling his thoughts. He knew that Jungkook couldn't help it. 

"Hey!" Jimin greeted him quietly with a blinding smile as he stepped out the main door. His roommate, Kim Seokjin, was still asleep.

  Yup, he's wearing that again.

 "It's comfortable," Jungkook responded, laughing at Jimin's honest thoughts about his attire.

Jimin rolled his eyes.

---

As they walked through the university gate, Jungkook braced himself for the chaos that was about to fill his head. He could feel Jimin's concern.

Over the years, Jungkook had learned to "blur" the thoughts and feelings that came his way. He could sort of reduce the unbearable noise to a more background mumbling. It had been a priceless discovery in his early years of middle school, and Jungkook survived on it. 

Lifesaving as it was, it had limitations. It was tough to blur the thoughts and feelings of people he knew. The closer they were to him, both physically and otherwise, the tougher it was to shut them out. It was also extremely tough to blur thoughts and feelings that were about him in particular, even if he didn't know the ‘thinker’.

College meant too many people, and too many people who judged. Honestly, Jungkook wanted nothing more than to be not noticed, but there lay another problem.

Jungkook was a perfectionist. He felt, at some subconscious level, that if he worked hard enough, it would make up for his...abnormality. In other words, he simply had to be perfect at everything to be able to live with himself and his own conscience.

Long story short, Jungkook was good at everything. He had a GPA average of 4.0, he was on the dance team that had performed on international stage, he would randomly join the sports teams for a few hours to get some practice and end up helping the whole team instead, it was rumoured that he had the voice of an angel, but no one had heard him sing. As if that weren't enough for him to be the most well-known student in the entire college, he had this 'mysterious aura' and most people found him unfairly attractive. 

Jungkook never thought of any of this as out of the ordinary. He had never accepted anything less than perfection from himself anyway.

But it still meant that, regardless of his attire, people noticed him as he walked by. Thoughts about him barged into his mind: admiration, jealousy, hatred, lust, curiosity, annoyance. Jungkook wished he was used to it. After all, it had been years. But he wasn't and felt about two seconds from screaming. Not that it would help.

Jimin tapped Jungkook's shoulder, breaking him out of his daze. Out of habit, Jungkook focused on Jimin's mind. He felt the tension leaving his shoulders as all the other thoughts blurred a little. Jimin smiled. 

  Don't smile now, they might all scream and die, but better?

 Jungkook nodded, jaw clenched so he wouldn't smile.

And then he sighed, frustrated when about a hundred loud, fangirling thoughts about his 'jawline that could cut diamond' filled his mind. There was no winning, was there?

  Tough being you, Kook. I gotta rush. My class is upstairs. Yours is the next one on the left. Thought you might have a tough time navigating with all your lovely fans around, so I brought you here.

 Jungkook looked away, rolled his eyes, mumbling a thank you, when 'Ohmygod, are they dating?' drifted through the back of his mind, because, no. Absolutely not. Jimin was his closest friend since he was five, and the thought of dating him felt like incest.

Jungkook made his way to the lecture hall to the left. He had an hour and a half long history lecture to attend. Way to start a new year. 

He walked into the hall, focusing on blurring all those people out when a loud, clear thought cut through his mind. He flinched.

  Ohmygod. Oh my God, what the fuck. Who is that and how is he so pretty?  

 Jungkook blinked. It had been a while since a thought that clear cut through. He could feel the shock, the breathless frustration, the disbelief. He swore he could almost hear a voice. Jungkook looked across the hall. The person was probably still looking at him.

He quickly looked back down, blushing, frustrated. About half the people there were openly staring at him. Jungkook grit his teeth. He hated being popular. He quickly walked towards the back of the room, not looking up even once, and took a seat somewhere near the corner. He wished they would all ignore him and stop thinking about him at all. 

  ~ Angel… - Nope. ~ Damn it, why did he have to sit across the hall? - Well, maybe it's for the best. Gotta focus on the first day. Looks like there's going to be a major distraction this term.

 The clear thoughts cut through the background blur, and Jungkook nearly jumped. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. So this person was across the hall. Jungkook wanted to go smack them across the face, whoever they were, and just tell them to please just stop thinking so loud. 

Jungkook rested his chin on his palm, realizing that he was sitting beside a window. A major distraction. That's all he was, huh.

---

After lunch, Jungkook sat at the lunch tables with Jimin. 

"So, what class did you have?" Jungkook realized he hadn't asked.

"Music theory," Jimin replied aloud. Jungkook had decided to practice shutting out all thought, including the exceptions.

"How was it?"

"Pretty good," Jimin responded briefly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows. This was unusual. Jimin usually spoke in long, descriptive monologues. He let his mind focus on Jimin's thoughts.

  It. Was. Amazing. There's this guy with fluffy hair and a deep voice. He's so cute, he was all grumpy most of the time, but that was so hot, and when he smiled that one time, god, I just melted you have no idea. He's so precious I want to stare into his eyes forever. Only thing is, I have no chance whatsoever, because he's, like, the assistant professor.

Jungkook, are you here? 

 Jungkook huffed out a laugh, massaging his temples.

"One, I need to see this guy. Two, sweetie, why are you like this? Out of hundreds of guys and girls here, it had to be a professor? Three, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have intruded, I-"

"Assistant Professor. Also, chill," Jimin shook his head, "you know you're always welcome in here."

Jungkook had lost count of how many times Jimin had said that. It still didn't feel right.

"How about you?" Jimin rested the side of his head on the table, facing Jungkook, "How was the lecture?"

"The lecture itself was as interesting as a history lecture can be," Jungkook paused.

"Go on," Jimin lifted his head off the table, "I hear a ‘but’." 

"So I was trying to blur the thoughts," Jimin nodded. He knew how Jungkook felt about this whole ‘mind reading’ thing, "Yeah," Jungkook continued, "Then this one really loud, clear thought cut through. Really clear. Like, I could almost hear a voice."

"That's...interesting," Jimin responded, thoughtfully.

The same clear thought-voice cut through his mind again.

  Ohmygod, that's him. Woah, his hair is a mess. This is so cute!

 Jungkook flinched, hurriedly trying to fix his hair. Was it just him, or had the thought become even clearer?

  Aw, come on! Why did you have to go ahead and fix it? Why are all the good times in life so brief? Damn, I love being dramatic. Woah, wait, is he smiling? Ohmygod, he's almost smiling. I'm going to die, he's so pretty. Oh no, he's smiling for real now. I can't handle this level of pretty. Kill me please, pretty boy. My life is yours to take!

 Jungkook covered his mouth with his hand as he shook with silent laughter. Jimin watched bemused. 

"What-" Jimin began.

"Let's go," Jungkook nearly dragged Jimin out of the building. He needed some fresh air after all that. Jungkook flinched a little less when he heard the clear thoughts again.

  Please don't abandon me, my love! At least tell me your name before you leave!

Oh well. See you later, pretty boy!

---

"What. Was. That," Jimin demanded once they collapsed on the dried up lawn at the back of the building, trying to catch their breath. This was their spot. No one else ever came here.

"The clear thoughts person started thinking about me again," Jungkook explained, "He called my messed up hair cute," Jungkook continued, ears warm, "And they positively freaked out when I smiled," Jungkook covered his face with the back of his hand  "And they keep calling me 'pretty boy'."

Jimin stared.

  Oh my God. That's so adorable! Can I ship it? Please, please can I ship it? 

 Jungkook laughed, "Do I look like someone who'll give in to a bit of flattery?"

"Sort of," Jimin smirked, "Yep, definitely. But only if it's from the thoughts."

Jungkook hated when Jimin was right. 

"So," Jimin began purposefully, "You have history again tomorrow, and you're finding this person."

"Why would I ever want to do that?" Jungkook lay down on the grass. 

"So you can tell them to stop thinking so loudly?" Jimin was looking at him like he was the stupidest person in the world.

Jimin had a point. This clear-thoughts person seemed…nice. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. And Jungkook couldn't say he wasn't a little curious himself.

  Wait a sec, they don't know Kook’s name, so he's definitely one of the transfer students.

 "Here's a lead, they d-" Jimin's eyes lit up.

"Good one," Jungkook interrupted, "but it's not like every single person here knows my name."

"Jungkookie," Jimin sighed, "That's exactly how it is."

  Why are you so oblivious? Or is it denial? Whatever. We’re finding them tomorrow.

 For the rest of the day, Jungkook tried his best to not to mess up his hair again or smile too much.

For the rest of the day, Jimin smirked at Jungkook and tried his best to keep himself from daydreaming about a certain assistant professor.

 ---

 The next morning, after Jimin's mind-to-mind pep-talk while walking to college, Jungkook reached the lecture hall fifteen minutes early. His plan was to discretely observe every single person who walked through the door until he found this clear-thoughts person. He didn't recognize over half the students here anyway, what with his habit of avoiding eye contact. He doubted he'd be able to recognize a transfer student.

Jungkook blurred the background noise. There were few other people in the room, so it was easier than yesterday. Students trickled in in groups of two or three. They didn't comment much about Jungkook. He waited. Would this clear thought person even see him? He gazed blankly at the sky through the window beside him. All at once, the increasingly familiar clear thought-voice cut through.

  ~ I'm so sleepy... I wonder if he's here yet. - Okay, we've got to stop thinking about him. ~ B-but he's so pretty! I wonder if he's here... 

 Two people walked in. Jungkook held his breath. 

  - Probably not. It is kinda earl-

 One of them had looked up and was now staring at Jungkook with wide eyes. The boy's thoughts had literally gone blank.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. His hair was dyed a light grey, his eyes were dark and shaped beautifully like almonds, his face was so perfect, Jungkook felt like it belonged in a museum. He was about as tall as Jungkook, slim, tan, beautiful.

If Jungkook were to describe perfection, he would describe this boy. He hadn’t known until about a second ago that humans this beautiful existed.

Jungkook suddenly looked away, gazing blankly through the window again, trying to catch his breath.

  - Woah, what, how, what, breathe. ~ Pretty boy was staring at us? - What the fuck, calm down, you stupid heart. He was probably looking at something else. As if he'd look at someone like us. ~ But seriously, wow. How is he so beautiful? His eyes, like - that kind of intensity is just - I can’t even-   - Wait, don't tell me we're literally dizzy. Oh no, fuck, just sit down somewhere, anywhere-

 A clear-cut internal thought-conversation? This was extremely rare. Jungkook looked up, scanning the room for the boy, and froze. The most beautiful boy he had ever seen was in the seat diagonally behind Jungkook, face buried in his hands, tips of his ears pink, breathing hard. Was he alright?

Jungkook was worried. The thoughts had gone quiet. Not silent, still clear, but quiet. Would it be appropriate to panic now?. 

Without really thinking about it, Jungkook reached out and tapped his elbow. The boy looked up, colour high on his cheeks. Jungkook heard his breath catch. He found himself talking. Oh god, no.

"Hey, u-um-" Damn it, Jungkook, say something! "Are you okay?"

Jungkook felt his ears heat up. He wasn't exactly used to talking to beautiful boys these days. Or ever.

Jungkook watched the boy intently. Should he offer some water? The boy opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and swallowed thickly.

Jungkook pulled out his water bottle and held it out. The boy took it, hand trembling as he drank from it.

  ~ Ahhhhhh! Pretty boy offered us water, pretty boy is staring at us, definitely us. - Oh my god, will you stop screaming? ~ Oh look, he looks so adorable with those wide eyes, oh God, why is he so close. - It's okay, just breathe. Breathe, and try not to do anything stupid. Oh no no, don't stare. ~ Woah, so pretty. -  No, I said do NOT stare. ~ Did you? Sorry,  I must have heard you wrong.

 The boy tore his gaze away from Jungkook. Jungkook watched, endeared, as the boy struggled to screw the bottle cap back on, hands still shaking, idly noting how beautiful and long his fingers were. He leaned over and took the bottle back, smiling a little as he screwed it back himself. 

  - And there we go. See? he's laughing at us. ~ Yeah, but see? He's laughing. So pretty, can we die now? - No, stop staring, idiot.

 Jungkook turned away, trying to stop smiling, and brought out his books. The thoughts were so clear in his mind, and the ‘conversations’ were so adorable! There were at least two ‘voices’, and boy was using plural personal pronouns: us, we. Jungkook wondered why he found that so endearing.

The lecture was starting, and it didn't seem like this boy was as going to stop thinking about him anytime soon.

The lecture began. Jungkook, being the perfectionist he was, took notes, blurring thoughts so he could pay attention. He realized soon enough that today wouldn't be that easy.

  ~ Oh look! Even his hands are pretty! I wonder how it would feel to hold them… -  … ~ Or kiss them… - Shut up. ~ Okay, but imagine scraping our teeth over that pretty skin. - Or, like, don’t? We're trying to focus. ~ Sure, but imagine sucking on his fingers. Imagine his face if we suddenly did that. - … Okay, good point, but he’d probably be creeped out as hell.  

 Jungkook stared at his notebook, at his own hands. What was pretty about these? Like, hadn't this boy ever looked at his own hands? Also, what the heck? How did go from cute holding hands to sensual, seductive sucking on fingers in literally two seconds? The image of him licking and playing around with the clear thoughts boy’s hands filled his mind. He bit down on his lip to keep his expression carefully blank. 

  ~ He's biting his lip. God, we want to bite his lip like that. - Stop staring and shut up. ~ Damn it, pretty boy, will you let us breathe for one second? - Seriously though, that would be great.

 Jungkook immediately released his lower lip, but god, wouldn’t he love that too. He wondered what he had ever done to deserve the privilege of hearing this beautiful creature so flustered by him. And he wasn't even doing anything...

  ~ Look, his lip is all red now, so pretty... wonder what his name is... I don't mind calling him pretty boy … - Honestly, I doubt we'll be able to even talk to him without dying. But, it would be nice to know it... but, well. ~ Pretty boy...

 Jungkook bit the insides of his cheeks, so he wouldn’t smile. He tried so hard to keep himself from blushing. He wasn’t sure why he decided to do something completely out of character. It definitely wasn’t because he was dying to know this boy's name too. Because he wasn’t. He quietly tore a piece of paper from the back of his notebook and wrote- “Hey! This is Jungkook. Are you feeling well?” Then he leaned over and slipped the paper onto the boy's table.

  - What's this? Stupid hands, stop shaking. We've got wor- Oh wow, can he read minds or what?

  Jungkook swallowed a laugh.

~ Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. Is it weird that we think that his name is pretty too? - Jungkook. Jungkook. ~ Awww this is so cute he's asking if we're feeling well. - Oh. We have to write a response. Okay so, ‘Hey! I'm Taehyung'. Then? How do we feel? ~ Honestly? We're dying. He's so pretty it's killing us. - But really, we literally got dizzy because we forgot to breathe because he was staring at us. ~ Jungkook. - Yes, Jungkook was staring at us. ~ Wow, using his name makes it so much more intense. - Okay, how do we respond? ~ How about, ‘Yes, I'm well. I got a little dizzy because I forgot to breathe when you were staring at me.’   - No, you dumb carrot. Just say you pulled an all-nighter or something normal. ~ Okay, so. ‘Hey! I'm Taehyung. Yes, I'm well, thank you for asking. I pulled one too many all-nighters, but I'm okay now.’   - Great. Now, darling, can we really write that with our hand shaking like this? ~ Well, we've got to try... - Okay, let’s get it.

 Jungkook was covering his face with his hand. God, why did Taehyung have to keep thinking his name? His heart skipped a beat every time Taehyung thought it, and his cheeks were burning.

Taehyung. Even his name was graceful, damn it. 

Taehyung. Taehyung had felt dizzy because he forgot to breathe because Jungkook was staring at him. How the heck did he have that kind of effect on this beautiful boy? On Taehyung? 

Taehyung slipped the paper back to Jungkook. Jungkook unfolded it, smiling fondly at the handwriting. It was obvious that Taehyung's hand had been shaking when he wrote it. He could feel Taehyung dying over how 'precious' his smile was right now.

He slipped the paper into his pocket. This would be a precious memory.

---

Min Yoongi. Damn you, Min Yoongi.

  Jimin’s thoughts reached him from around the building as he headed to their spot.

“Is that your man?” Jungkook asked, collapsing on the grass beside Jimin, “Min Yoongi?”

“He’s the assistant professor, yes.”

  “Your man.” Wow, that has a nice ring to it.

  Jungkook smiled. It was good to see Jimin opening up again.

“So, did you find them?” Jimin sat up to face Jungkook, eyes bright, “Oh my god, you did, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, well,” Jungkook watched Jimin’s excitement, amused.

  This kid. What does he want me to do, beg? Spill, Kook, I know you can hear me.

 “He’s,” Jungkook paused. How was he supposed to describe beautiful, perfect Taehyung without sounding like he was in love with him? Jimin was still looking at him, expectantly.

“Hyung,” Jungkook began.

  Woah, wait. Jungkook? Is everything okay? You never call me hyung unless it’s serious. What’s wrong?

 “Nothing’s wrong,” Jungkook tried again, “It’s just- Can you promise not to laugh at me?”

“Of course, Kook,” Jimin frowned, worried, “What’s up?”

“He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook let the words rush out in a single breath, “Jimin, he’s so pretty, and his thoughts are so cute, I just-”

Jungkook stumbled. He just what? He felt his cheeks heat up when he suddenly recalled how Taehyung had thought about biting Jungkook’s lip, and how much Jungkook had wanted it too, in that moment.

  Woah, he’s blushing! Jeon Jungkook is blushing! I’ve got to meet this kid. Damn, I ship them so hard, and I don’t even know this guy’s name. I wonder what got Jungkook so flustered…

  “Jimin, stop. It’s not like that,” Jungkook wondered whom he was trying to convince, “His thoughts are so clear, I can’t help it. You know that. And he has the most beautiful eyes, I can't lie. And he gets all flustered when I’m around, and it’s so cute, hyung,” Jungkook took a deep breath and let it out, “I can’t lie about art being beautiful.”

  Okay. I’m trying not to think about it that way, and you’re not making it easy. But I’m trying, Kook.

Jungkook smiled, shaking his head, "It’s tough for me too when he starts thinking about holding my hand or biting my lip and stuff.”

Jimin burst into laughter, “Wait, wait, he what ?”

“I was biting down on my lip while trying not to smile or something, and his thoughts went all, ‘Look, he’s biting his lip! God, I want to bite his lip too!’ Something like that,” Jungkook’s face was burning and the light breeze was suddenly too warm.

  This is precious. I wonder what he’d do if Jungkook wore a half-sleeved t-shirt. Oh, or those tight jeans. What if he parted his hair? This kid would literally die. I’m so happy about this, I feel mean.

  “You’re right,” Jungkook huffed out a laugh, “He would literally die. Apparently, he got dizzy because he forgot to breathe because I was staring at him.”

“He what?!” Jimin stared at him, incredulous.

  Okay, that’s it. I’m picking what Kook wears tomorrow. This is way too good, and the boy deserves better than worn out hoodies. This is so exciting, I can’t wait!

  “Stop it, Jiminie,” Jungkook responded, smiling, as he lay back down on the grass, “I felt his thoughts literally blank out when we had that eye contact. You’re really going to kill him.”

Jimin smirked.

  Admit it, you want it too. You want his beautiful eyes on you. You want to feel his gaze burning into you. You want to feel his thoughts as he falls apart from within when you smile at him. You w-

  “Stop it,” Jungkook playfully smacked Jimin’s shoulder, “You don’t even know who he is.”

---

That night, he stared at the ceiling of his room, Taehyung's name echoing through his mind with every heartbeat. He found himself wondering what Taehyung’s voice was like.

- - -

Read CHAPTER II here. Read CHAPTER III here.  Read CHAPTER IV here.

[amusewithaview]

okay real talk. i've been thinking about playing da bc i know it'll let me be a fantasy lesbian (which is The Dream tm) but idk who i can romance or if any of them are actually interesting?????? is it worth it????

I had 2/3 of this written and then TUMBLR ATE IT GODDAMNIT. *deep sigh*

OKAY SO - I am assuming you are playing on console (but if you’re playing on PC, and you should, because mods, tell me) so I will limit this to the wlw who are canonically so and not just the ones you can mod into wlw.

Putting the rest under a read more link because GIFS!

Dragon Age: Origins - Leliana

She’s a rogue, she’s a bard (she sings and it’s AMAZING), she’s a badass.  She’s also deeply religious, which I will admit threw me off during my first playthrough.  The thing to keep in mind is that she’s deeply LIBERAL both by in-game and out-of-game standards and she will absolutely fight to make the world kinder and more open and welcoming.  Leliana is very steel hand in velvet glove.  If you romance her in Origins she is still DEEPLY devoted to you in Inquisition and it’s fucking heartwarming.  There were a shitload of “she keeps me warm” memes going around about Leliana/Warden when Inquisition came out because they’re so good together?  It’s great?  GAH!  FEELINGS!  Anyways, Leliana has hidden depths and also in Origins you can have (depending on character choice) a trispecies bisexual foursome with her (or a bispecies lesbian threesome) and then in Inquisition you can make her fantasy pope so…these are options open to you and I want you to be aware of them.  For reasons.

Dragon Age 2 - Isabela

This is Isabela. She’s a Pirate Captain Queen. She’s gorgeous. She can kick your ass and you’d thank her for the privilege. She is also one of the people who can be involved in the aforementioned sexy hook-up with Leliana. Isabela is basically Lady Han Solo, with everything that entails. Isabela will take a while to go from seeing you as “person I would totally bang” to “person I am madly in love with” but stick with it and it’ll happen. If there was a picture in the dictionary for “saucy wench” it would be Isabela.

Dragon Age 2 - Merrill

Literal elvhen ball of sunshine?  Puppy?  Kitten?  She’s just.  She’s so cute.  She’s also a blood mage so keep that in mind (actually, I think she’s the only wlw who is not either explicitly or subtextually coded as a rogue which is.  huh.  food for thought.) because you should not underestimate her.  She’s super naive, but less in a “too young and sheltered to understand things” way and more in an “oblivious academic who, yes, was kind of sheltered but mostly just has tunnel vision” way.  She’s Dalish, proudly so, has an AMAZING ACCENT and is just so terribly sweet that it may rot your teeth.

Dragon Age: Inquisition - Josephine

We took a poll and Josephine is probably the most mentally stable Dragon Age character.  She’s a diplomat and the head of a merchant family and she can cut you to pieces with a smile.  She’s brilliant and a wicked card player who loves the opera and culture and talking to people.  She’s a bit of a perfectionist and super relatable and I ADORE HER.  She’s my next romance tbh.  Her romance is, from what I’ve been told, more of the cuddles and snuggles kind which I am DOWN FOR 1,000%.  Josie is very much a Lady and if you don’t treat her as such then Leliana will probably shank you because they’re besties.

Dragon Age: Inquisition - Sera

Sera is a pretty controversial character in the fandom, for reasons I mostly find stupid.  She’s very much a lesbian who loves dick jokes and potty humor, and you either like that kind of thing or you don’t.  She’s also relatively close minded but you can call her out on it and most of that is because she’s YOUNG and she’s been hurt before.  She’s actually one of the youngest love interests you can have across all three games.  I would put her age at the start of the game as somewhere between 18-20.  She grows out of the vast majority of her close-minded behavior by the time the Trespasser DLC occurs.  YOU CAN MARRY HER once you hit Trespasser and it’s ADORABLE.  Sera is an anarchist, to a certain extent, mostly she dislikes people who abuse their power or forget to look out for “the little people.”  If you want an idea of her character google image search her tarot cards because the one for her romance is delightful.  If you want a hilarious party combo, take her out with Blackwall and The Iron Bull (if you’re playing a mage) or Dorian and The Iron Bull (if you’re playing a rogue or warrior).

SO!  Those are the canonical wlw of Thedas.  If you DO have a PC and want me to tell you about the lovely ladies you can mod into being wlw (Morrigan and Cassandra spring to mind) then please let me know!

[vpyre]

Huge fucking vent

God I hate when I push myself too hard for too long when I write and I’m suddenly rendered unable to hold normal conversation because I’m constantly unsure if I’m even speaking English anymore. You know how it feels when you’ve been staring at one word for too long and it stops looking like a word? That’s me with every word right now, even speaking. I can’t remember the correct way to say anything god fucking damn it. I have this terrrible pressure and fog in my head and my anxiety is through the roof and I’m shaking and doubting if I’m competent enough to make it in life and argh fuck me sideways with a toothbrush

Fuck

I have a headache now

The pressure is building oh my god

I don’t even feel human anymore???

I don’t feel like I exist

I wanna put my head through a brick wall. Maybe then whatever’s fundamentally fucking wrong with me will go away

Why does barely anyone ever respond to these posts? Do I even want them to? Is it fair for me to burden people with my shit? Am I fucking guilting them by asking this? If I am does that make me an asshole? I’m always so self aware about my actions, but why can I never understand my feelings? Why can I never change? There’s something so fucking wrong with me but I don’t know what cus I can’t describe it. I’m a shitty writer who can’t find the right words cus I can’t even fucking read anymore and I’m so fucking stupid and unimaginative even though creativity is all I want to act on because I can’t imagine life as a cog in a corporate machine but I’m too stupid to know how to effectively do what I love and goddamnit maybe I’m just a fucking delusional perfectionist and I’m completely fine but I don’t know that because I can’t see myself as I truly am because truth is subjective but then why do I care so much? If my mom saw this she’d probably say this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t apostate. If I’d just believed in that fucking omnipotent asshole in the sky I’d have direction in life, and y’know what maybe she’s right. He might not exist, but when I believed he did, I was so brainwashed I couldn’t imagine being unsure. Now that my thoughts are my own, nothing makes sense.

God im so fucked

[justlookatthosesausages]

Elsa is the one with the 30 step birthday plan that involves strings around the whole kingdom and carefully placed school children Girl is a queen for a reasonElsa's head is in the clouds when she runs away she has a plan (like her sister) that really won't work in the long runShe creates an entire castle out of ice but has no furniture and no way of getting food due to the design you can tell that she spent years planning out exactly how to build it but nothing else it's complex but short sided

That is an excellent analysis and summary of Elsa. She can plan EVERYTHING, but only short plans. Like, truly

Espace plan? Check. (The whole kingdom suffering from consequences? Whoopsie, didn’t think of that)

Place to retire in the mountain? Check. (Food? Goddamnit I was depressed all those years and rarely ate I completely forgot I’m supposed to eat… Oh whatever)

Saying goodbye to Anna forever? Check, that’s what’s best for her anyway. (Oh, will I regret it? PROBABLY??? WILL I SUFFER FROM IT??? HEY MAYBE HAHAHAHA *nervous laugh* -what have I done-)

What I love most about the fact that Elsa is an absolute perfectionist is that it is so NATURAL. Like, the poor girl spent her childhood watching out on everything she did. And she probably planned all of her moves. Add this to her personality trait that is the fact she absolutely loves to make things perfect for her baby sister and you have Elsa of Arendelle