#she's not trying to be rude at the end - it's a true compliment

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HII! I'm your biggest fan! And thank you for hard working i love your miromabby headcanons! I was wondering if you could make about Romance and Abby snapping at Mira. Like a challenge that they will snap at Mira only and both of them saying stupid stuff about her that aren't even true i would love to see that!! Tysm if you read this💗💗💗 ily!!

Mira In Her Crashout Era

Prompt : Romance and Abby just don't know when to shut up.

Author's Note : The beginning might seem boring cause I really just wanted to write the ending part :P There will be a part two though!!!!!! And ily2 😚

They were going to die for this. 

“What makes you think this is a good idea?” Abby sighed, rubbing at his temple as Romance replayed a video on his phone.

It was a new trend that had taken over social media. It seemed quite insensitive at first but it was funny. The trend really just was one person snapping and going off on their partner at random times with their poor partner not knowing any better. 

Romance found it hilarious and who better to try it on than their wonderful girlfriend Mira?

“Come on it’s funny”

“You know she’s gonna kill us for this right?” 

“It’ll be worth it. She’s so hot when she’s mad~” Romance smiled wistfully. Abby had to agree with that.

–

The little prank had started. Unfortunately, Abby, as unwilling as he was to participate, was the first to fall victim. He had been making a protein shake in the kitchen for breakfast when Mira walked in. 

His jaw almost went slack as she walked in front of him to grab her purse. She was in this gorgeous black dress that complimented her figure and her hair was left flowing down her back. He remembered her mentioning that she’d be going out with the girls later that day. 

He was about to compliment her when he caught a glimpse of Romance glaring pointedly at him. He sighed, there was no way this was fair. How was he supposed to be rude when she looked like that????

Summoning all the courage he had, because Mira would surely kill him after this, he spoke in the most disregarding voice he could muster, “Is that what you’re going to wear?” He felt the mood in the room shift immediately. He wouldn’t turn to face her, looking right at his drink. He was expecting her to summon her weapon and murder him right there.

But she didn’t. 

“I’ll go change” 

Abby turned quick but she was already gone. He clutched his heart, he could feel it racing, while Romance moved to stand next to him. 

“You’re still alive,” he smirked in disbelief, watching where the pink haired girl had disappeared off to. 

“I’m still alive.”

And just like that, what was supposed to be a small prank turned into their game.

First it was just light jabs, playful insults that made them seem annoying. 

“You always take so long to get ready. This isn’t the red carpet Mira,” Romance would sigh, seemingly disappointed when watching her get dolled up for an award show.

“Don’t get mad but I swapped your playlist with mine,” Abby said nonchalantly as the two were driving back to their home. “Yours is kinda dry”

“You should smile more. You’re kinda scary when you don’t.” What normally would've been a playful joke turned into a jab at her looks. But she didn’t budge. Every time she remained calm would only encourage the two to see how far they could push her. 

On the third day, the comments became more direct.

“You don’t always need to be correcting people. It’s not that deep.”

“Sometime’s I wonder wether we’re your boyfriends or your backup dancers”

“You always have to think you’re right don't you?”

The two felt like geniuses. They truly believed they would've gotten to her by now. Two more days, is what they agreed on. They would drag this out for two more days, and if Mira didn’t react by then, then the game would be over.

–

The fifth and final day came soon enough. It started the same way the others did, quiet digs slipped into casual conversation.

“You don’t have to be so intense all the time,” Romance muttered as Mira flipped through pages of a magazine. “Like... Not everything’s a war.”

She didn’t look up.

“You’re not even fun to be around when you’re like this,” Abby added as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone beside her on the couch. “You’re always on edge now. You used to be so chill.”

She was mid-highlight in her song book when that one landed.

Neither of them noticed the way her grip tightened around the pen. Or how her jaw clenched.

“You probably rehearse your comebacks in the mirror, huh?” Romance said with a small chuckle. “You love hearing yourself talk.”

“Yeah,” Abby nodded. “You act like you’ve changed so much, but honestly you’re just boring now.”

That was it.

The pen in her hand snapped in two.

The air dropped a full five degrees.

Mira stood slowly, so silently that even the couch didn’t creak. She didn’t say a word. She just turned around and jumped at them.

Romance barely had time to react before her polearm materialized, shimmering and crackling with angry, red streaks of cursed light. It slashed down with a force that split the coffee table in half.

“WOAH— MIRA?!” Abby dove back, the blade missing him by mere inches as Mira spun again, hair flying, eyes glowing with fury. She wasn’t holding back. She truly planned on sending them back to the underworld.

“MIRA STOP IT WAS A TREND!”

“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!” she shrieked, her voice filled with fury.

Another swing missed Romance’s head and hit the wall, embedding the blade deep in plaster and wood.

“CALL FOR BACKUP!” Abby screamed, ducking behind the couch.

Romance fumbled with his phone just as Mira yanked her weapon free from the wall with a scream.

“You mock me, mock everything I’ve worked on, and for what?! For a trend?! You think it’s funny to watch me suffer?!”

Before either of them could answer, the door to their apartment busted open. “MIRA STOP!” Rumi’s voice was the first to break through as she grabbed Mira’s wrist mid-swing.

Zoey appeared a second later, already rushing to help hold her back. The weapon clattered to the floor beside her, dissolving into sparks.

Mira didn’t collapse physically. Her eyes were almost jittery with the way they flickered between both boys.

She was shaking and breathing hard. 

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Rumi held her wrist firmly, jaw tight and Zoey had stepped between them all with her hand still slightly raised, just in case.

Romance was breathing hard, his back to the wall.

Abby hadn’t moved from where he hid behind the couch.

No one said anything. Not until Mira slowly turned her head, eyes locked on the two idiots who thought this was a good idea.

And then she spoke.

“You’re both actual morons.” She didn’t yell and that might have made it worse. She simply spoke with absolute anger and disgust in her voice.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to knock your heads together this week? How many times I bit my tongue while you two clowned your way around thinking you were being funny?”

Romance blinked. “Wait, you–”

“Shut up.” Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to talk right now.”

She pointed at Abby. “You. First of all, congratulations. You’re the worst actor on this planet. ‘Is that what you’re gonna wear?’ I should have knocked you out that morning.”

Abby’s mouth opened slightly to speak, but she cut him off.

“‘Dry playlist?’ ‘Smile more?’ Do you guys even hear yourselves? Or are you just that full of your own voices?”

She turned on Romance next. “And you. ‘You always think you’re right.’ ‘It’s not that deep.’ You have never been right a single day in your life and suddenly I’m the problem?”

“I thought that maybe just maybe you two had grown out of being little pests with death wishes, but I guess not. And Abby, you really sat there and backed him up like this was some cute bonding activity?”

Rumi didn’t even try to stop her anymore. She let go of Mira’s wrist and crossed her arms, nodding along.

“You’re both so dumb,” Mira continued, pacing now, angry hands gesturing, words flying like daggers. “Not just for doing the trend, but for being surprised that I didn’t explode sooner.”

“What, you thought I wasn’t going to snap? That it’s just normal to insult your girlfriend for four days straight!?” Her voice got louder with each word.

Romance finally raised both hands, sheepish. “We didn’t think you were trying so hard to hold back.”

Mira whipped around and stared him down like she was deciding whether to summon the polearm again.

“No shit you didn’t think,” she snapped. “Because if either of you had actually paid attention for once, maybe you would’ve noticed I’ve been working my ass off to not react to every little thing like I used to. But I guess that version of me was funnier, huh?”

Abby lowered his eyes, swallowing thickly. “It wasn’t like that,” he said quietly.

Mira let out a humorless laugh. “Then what was it like, Abby? Because it sure looked like you two were enjoying yourselves watching me turn into your little science experiment.”

Zoey looked over at them, arms crossed now, clearly unimpressed.

Silence fell again.

The air still felt heavy. Mira looked like she had one last breath of rage she hadn’t used up yet, but she turned and headed for the hallway instead.

“I’m going to take a nap,” she said flatly. “If either of you say one word to me in the next hour, I’m stabbing you. And this time I won’t let Zoey or Rumi stop me.”

She disappeared around the corner, her door slamming loudly behind her.

Romance finally let out a long breath. “Well.”

Abby nodded slowly. “We deserved all of that.”

“Yep.”

Zoey smirked. “I think she went easy on you.”

Rumi tossed the splintered wood onto the couch with a shrug. “You should get her a new table.”

“And a new mirror,” Zoey added. “She did throw a hairbrush through it yesterday.”

Romance’s face paled. “Wait what?”

“Yea she said she was trying not to take out her anger on you so she took it out on her mirror instead.”

Abby pulled at his hair. 

Rumi grinned darkly. “You’re lucky that’s all she broke.”

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Morrigan, Nesta, and the Hewn City

A number of readers don't see why others find Mor to not be a "girl's girl" type of character. SJM's narrative had her welcome Feyre with open arms, but Mor's reaction to and treatment of Feyre differs greatly than with others.

To start off, let's look at Mor's relationship with Nesta. They had a disastrous first interaction, and it immediately put Mor at odds with her. 

Some readers say they didn't notice any nastiness on Mor's end, but you just have to look at the text to see that's not true.

Some readers excuse it as Mor treating Nesta that way to defend Feyre and Cassian, but Mor treated Nesta in a way that overstepped only worrying about friends. 

If it was about Feyre, well Feyre always checked Rhys when he disparaged Nesta. Mor could have taken the lead from that. Feyre forgave Nesta for their past, wanted to move on, and that was family business between the sisters.

If it was about Cassian, Mor had no business getting between them either. Feyre wondered if they were mates since ACOWAR, so others likely wondered too. That's a situation best left to the possibly bonded. Mor wasn't in a relationship with or in love with Cassian, she was just using him as a buffer with Azriel.

For examples of poor treatment, there are many that show Mor was rude and irrational when it came to Nesta.

The first time they interacted isn't the 'Nesta is just a bitch' situation it's made out to be. Some readers say Mor was only being friendly, was just trying to be welcoming of Nesta, but that isn't a take supported by the text.

“Where did that dress come from?” Mor said, red gown flowing behind her as she breezed toward Nesta. My sister drew up short, shoulders tensing, readying to— But Mor was already there, fingering the heavy blue fabric, surveying every stitch. “I want one,” she pouted. Her attempt, no doubt, to segue into an invitation to shop for a larger wardrobe with me. [Mor conversing with Feyre about Rhys picking the dress] “He gets all the credit for clothes,” Mor said, examining the fabric of Nesta’s skirt while my sister monitored like a hawk, “and he never tells me where he finds them. He still won’t tell me where he found Feyre’s dress for Starfall.” [...] “It’s a good thing we’re not the same size—or else I might be tempted to steal that dress.” “Likely right off her,” Cassian muttered. Mor’s answering smirk wasn’t reassuring. (ACOWAR, Ch. 17)

This was not very long after Nesta and Elain were thrown into the Cauldron. In reality, Mor's behavior was inconsiderate and insensitive of someone who recently had their bodily autonomy violated.

Invading her personal space.

Grabbing her dress up.

Ignoring her verbally before finally acknowledging her.

Smiling at a joke about stripping her. 

It isn't something you'd expect from a character who, according to SJM's narrative, is supposed to be sensitive to victims. The interaction wasn't about complimenting Nesta, because Mor knew the dress was given to her. She asked Feyre about it. This wasn't simply a friendly encounter. Nesta acting how she did with Mor was not starting an uncomfortable situation – it was reacting to a situation that was already uncomfortable for her.

After the IC got back from a battle, Nesta asked them where Cassian was. Instead of simply answering, Mor went off on her.

And Nesta had been … pacing in the foyer. As if she was worried. I opened my mouth, but Mor beat me to it. “He’s busy.” I’d never heard her voice so … sharp. Icy. [...] if the Illyrian warrior no longer stood as a physical and emotional buffer between her and Azriel … And worse, if the person who caused that vacancy was Nesta … Mor said flatly, “When he gets back, keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.” My heart leaped into a furious beat, my arms slack at my sides at the insult, the threat. But Rhys said, “Mor." (ACOWAR, Ch. 39)

Another time, Mor tried to interrupt a conversation Cassian and Nesta were having, which was in no way hostile. It wasn't like she was trying to defend Cassian or anything; she was just being territorial.

Mor sagged a bit, jewelry glinting with the movement, and went to take Cassian’s arm. But he’d at last approached Nesta. And as the world began to turn to shadows and wind, I saw Cassian tower over my sister, saw her chin lift defiantly, and heard him growl, “Hello, Nesta.” Rhys seemed to halt his winnowing as my sister said, “So you’re alive.” Cassian bared his teeth in a feral grin, wings flaring slightly. “Were you hoping otherwise?” Mor was watching—watching so closely, every muscle tense. She again reached for his arm, but Cassian angled out of reach, not tearing his eyes from Nesta’s blazing gaze. (ACOWAR, Ch. 42)

Another time Nesta worried about Cassian, Mor rudely sent her on her way after Feyre said he was ok.

Nesta stood by the nearest tent, an empty water bucket between her feet. Her hair a damp mess atop her mud-flecked head. Watching us emerge, grim-faced— “He's fine. Healed and awake,” I said quickly. Nesta’s shoulders sagged a bit. She’d saved me the trouble of hunting her down to ask her about tracking the Cauldron. Better to do it now, with some privacy. Especially before Amren arrived. But Mor said coldly, “Shouldn’t you be refilling that bucket?” (ACOWAR, Ch. 27)

The comments Mor made in ACOSF are particularly bad.

The first is when she was having brunch with Cassian, where she brought up Nesta unprompted, was snide about her, then outright callous.

“She’s settled, then?” Cassian knew who she meant. “Taking a nap.” Mor snorted. “Don’t.” His attention drifting to the glittering Sidra mere feet away. “Please don’t." Mor sipped her tea, the portrait of elegant innocence. “We’d be better off throwing Nesta into the Court of Nightmares. She’d thrive there.” (ACOSF, Ch. 4)

Mor knows more than anyone how a "difficult" woman would absolutely not thrive in a sexist society. It was actually a ridiculous statement to make. Nesta's whole reason for being sent to the House of Wind and training was because the IC considered her "out of control". Feyre straight up admitted it.

Mor was projecting her abuser onto Nesta, when Nesta is not comparable to Keir. In fact, she is more comparable to Mor. She was drinking excessively, which Mor does too, often taking full days to recover. Nesta was shamed for having meaningless sex, but Mor will have sex with someone she doesn't even like to put off Azriel, rather than have an honest discussion with him. 

The second time Mor made comments was in Windhaven camp, where she didn't actually have to be. She doesn't rule over it, nor was she involved in Nesta's training. I wondered why she was even there when she hates it so much. 

Mor’s face was pale, tight. “I hate this place,” she said under her breath, the heat of it clouding the air in front of us. “It should be burned to the ground.” (ACOMAF, Ch. 45)

It seemed like Mor just came to get into Nesta's business. She taunted her 'quietly' because she didn't want Cassian hearing.

No amusement lit Morrigan’s face as she shifted her attention down to Nesta. “Why aren’t you out there?” “I’m taking a break. Morrigan’s gaze swept over Nesta’s face, noting the lack of sweat or flushed skin, the hair barely out of place. The female said quietly, “My vote would have been to dump you right back in the human lands, you know.” (ACOSF, Ch. 6)

The human lands, where Nesta would have to live in hiding at risk of human prejudice and violence. How is anything Nesta did deserving of that? An abrasive personality and having bad coping mechanisms for PTSD deserves living in danger 24/7? 

Dark fire simmered in Morrigan’s eyes. “I knew plenty of people like you once.” Her hand drifted to her abdomen. “You never deserve the benefit of the doubt that good people like him give you.” (ACOSF, Ch. 6)

Again, this is wild projection. It's an unkind take on someone who is suffering from depression and does not want to have her life completely controlled.

Something to notice, is that the times Nesta lashed out in ACOMAF and onward were mostly in reaction to the IC crossing her boundaries. In reality, Nesta wasn't as bad as Mor made her out to be. She was essential to the war effort, helped in every aspect (diplomacy, strategy, battle, in the camps) because she actually does care about people – but Mor gave her no credit for it. 

When Cassian approached them, we learned that Mor, who winnowed him and Nesta, had come early. 

Cassian had reached them, breathless and gleaming with sweat. “You’re early.” “I wanted to see how things were coming along.” Morrigan pulled her burning gaze from Nesta. “Seems like today was a slow start.” (ACOSF, Ch. 6)

So she did just come to be in Nesta's business and make spiteful comments. Some mean girl energy there. Ironic when certain readers say Mor disliked Nesta for being that way.

Mor did end up coming around to being nicer to Nesta, though. We weren't given her reasoning over it, but I'm positive it was because of Nesta encouraging the priestesses to come out of their shells and train to be Valkyries. In my opinion, Mor realized she had been harsh on Nesta and that calmed her down. Also, I think the IC having Nesta distract Eris made Mor feel sympathy, probably seeing how similiar they actually were and all that. So Mor stopped coming between Cassian and Nesta, and secretly taught him to dance so he could surprise Nesta.

Some readers question if Nesta would have been receptive to Mor even if she had been welcoming. An example to look to is Azriel and Nesta – they were perfectly fine because he minded his own business concerning the Archeron sisters and Cassian's possible relationship with Nesta. Nesta was even friends with Amren until they had their falling out, which only happened because Nesta didn't want to train her powers.

So that's one relationship with a person Mor was disinclined to like based on her friends. Let's look at others, who are outside Mor's circle in Velaris — in the Hewn City.

“As my Third, Mor is my … court overseer. She looks after the dynamics between the Court of Nightmares and the Court of Dreams, and runs both Velaris and the Hewn City. I suppose in the mortal realm, she might be considered a queen.” (ACOMAF, Ch. 18)

Mor has a direct hand in running the Hewn City, but she barely goes. Her experiences of having been from there understandably traumatized her. Even just the thought of a pending IC trip distresses her.

But she’d left after dinner, pale-faced and jumpy, ignoring Cassian’s attempt to speak with her.

“Why did Mor look so disturbed [...] ?” ( ACOMAF, Ch. 41)

Yet Mor having trauma doesn't make her think of what other daughters of the HC have gone through and are still being subjected to by male relatives or even Keir himself.

Keir paused at the threshold as the doors opened on a phantom wind. He said to Rhys, perhaps the closest he’d come to asking for permission to leave, “Lord Thanatos is having … difficulties with his daughter again. He requires my assistance.” Rhys only waved a hand, as if he hadn’t just yielded our city to the male.

After Rhys' deal with Keir to let HC folk into Velaris, all Mor cared about was Keir.

She waved a hand to the town house, the city. “This is my home, and you are going to let Keir destroy it.”

“I took precautions,” Rhys said—an edge to his voice I had not heard in some time. “Many of them. Starting with meeting with the governors of the Palaces and getting them to agree never to serve, shelter, or entertain Keir or anyone from the Court of Nightmares.”

“They have been sending out the word to every business owner in the city,” Rhys went on, “every restaurant and shop and venue. So Keir and his ilk may come here … But they will not find it a welcoming place. Or one where they can even procure lodgings.”

(ACOWAR, Ch. 27)

There was no thought from Mor about all the innocents who could benefit from being outside the HC, who should be able to have time not being trapped inside a mountain with their abusive relatives and Keir.

Some readers say Mor's actions against Nesta are about having principles, about defending Feyre from an abusive relative—but Mor never does that for anyone else.

The IC and Mor act like she is the only innocent, the only 'dreamer' from the HC. She is in a position to help others suffering like she had suffered—but she does nothing about it. People could be freed from an oppressive system if Mor and Rhys took Keir out of the picture, for Mor to step into his position. But they let Keir stay in charge, keeping that system in place. It's hypocritical on Mor's part to be so hostile to Nesta if her reason is about defending a victim. The IC as a government lets girls and women in 2/3rds of their court suffer oppressed lives of victimhood and they do nothing to help them.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

How would Draken, Mikey, Baji, Hanma, Hina, Kakucho, Ryusei react when they hear reader(who have a crush on reader btw) saying they would date them, but like a mutual acquaintance/friend of theirs says they wouldn't suit with reader or that they're too good for reader.

Oh they definitely wouldn't be happy with the friend! Each of them probably ends up something like this

Mikey- 

Mikey has no plan here, he just knows he doesn't like what he just heard so he immediately joins the conversation. Literally doesn't care about how shocked you and your friend is, he ignores your friend completely then asks you to come hang out with him. Doesn't actually wait for an answer before he's grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you along with him, away from your friend and their negativity. 

Draken- 

He quickly goes from feeling happy about finding out you would date him, to annoyed at what your friend just said. Hits the closest lamppost to him out of frustration, which quickly makes everyone scatter from the area, effectively stopping the conversation between you and your friend. Decides he needs to confess to you sooner then he thought, so makes plans quicker then before. Once he does, he puts a lot of effort into always telling you how good you are and showing you much he cares about you. He basically tries to make sure you never believe what your friend said. 

Baji-

Immediately jumps in (another one who ignores how surprised everyone is at this) and starts telling your friend off. "Huh? What are you talking about? You know nothing about me, so don't make choices for me. And don't you think you're being a bad friend? Etc". He ends up accidentally admitting his feelings for you while saying all this too. Quickly blushes when you ask him if it's true but he sticks to his word and confirms he meant it. That shuts your friend down straight away. 

Hanma- 

Watches for a while, trying to figure out if you're going to stand up for yourself or not (he's pretty interested in how you'll respond). Get's involved if he figures you won't though, he doesn't really care if your friend thinks he's rude for interrupting or not. Pretends the two of you are already dating and greets you using a pet name, completely ignoring your confused look to instead look your friend up and down. "Who are you? Ah must not be important, I've never heard of you. You must not be good enough for my doll ♡". Slings his arm around you and leads you away from them, while your friend watches in shock. 

Hina-

There's no way she's letting this slide. Confidently approaches with a smile, apologising for overhearing before she corrects your friend. Tells them about all of your good qualities and how lucky anyone would be to have you. She shuts them down pretty easily, she just hates the idea of anyone being rude to you like that or for you to actually think that.

Kakucho- 

Stares with wide eyes at the scene, he isn't sure what to do. He wants to get involved and tell your friend they're wrong but is worried what you would think about that. In the end the choice is made for him, Izana pushes him while muttering about "hopeless servants" causing Kakucho to stumble into your conversation. He apologises immediately for that, then get's a bit distracted by you. Ends up ignoring your friend completely and just talks to you instead. (At ones point he accidentally slips out a compliment that he was thinking "your eyes are so pretty" which makes him even more embarrassed.) Your friend leaves at some point, tired of being ignored but neither of you even notice. 

Ryusei- 

Grins, happily approaching and greeting both of you. Asks you what the two of you were just discussing, enjoying how embarrassed your friend suddenly looks. Then asks you to come hang out with him, promising it'll be a fun time. Your friend awkwardly stands there as the two of you make plans together. 

[cybershock24601]

I have more thoughts on the Veilguard time travel au now that Emmrich has entered the picture.

Emmrich is a cultured, kind, and incredibly intelligent man but he's also a necromancer and very enthusiastic about his craft which would leave opinions on him very split.

Most interesting would be Dorian who has to now deal with his teenage crush who is even hotter now somehow??? This can't be allowed. Whether this is a setting with an Inquisitor romancing Dorian or Iron Bull having a thing with Dorian, I think both of them might get pretty jealous of Emmrich because it is very clear Dorian used to have a crush on the guy and just might still with how he blushes whenever Emmrich compliments how far his necromancy has come along and how he blushes when Emmrich sternly admonishes him for his casual disregard for the dead

I think for characters like Vivienne and Josephine, Emmrich would likely get along quite well with them. Vivienne and Emmrich are both educators and have some similar life experiences coming from humble backgrounds and through their mage hood managing to rise to respected stations in life. They might have some differences of opinions due to their lived experiences as mages in the south vs the north but would be able to discuss them amicably and give each other new perspectives.

Solas and Emmrich would likely have some very interesting conversations about the fade and respect towards each other's expertise in the matter. Dynamic would likely change a bit depending on how much Emmrich knows about Solas, his past, and his true motives and when Rook chooses to divulge the full extent of their knowledge.

Cole and Emmrich would also have a very interesting dynamic with the unique relationship the Mourn Watch have with spirits. Emmrich would likely end up being Dad number 3 in the Cole custody battle that would be a middle ground between Solas and Varric. Manfred and Cole would also be likely to get along pretty well and Emmrich would be delighted to see not only Manfred's progress and growth but to see him making a friend that is a good influence no offense Spite

Cullen would probably do his best to avoid Emmrich because sure the guy is nice but Cullen has no clue how to handle the whole necromancer thing and it would likely freak out his Ferelden sensibilities if Emmrich were to start casually talking about raising corpses.

Cassandra would also avoid Emmrich too but that's more because he keeps trying to engage her in conversation about Nevarra and the Necropolis and Cassandra just isn't a fan of all that. Their conversations would be so funny because it would be Emmrich genuinely trying to engage with her and Cassandra being super stiff and polite because she doesn't want to offend him but absolutely does not want to be talking anything to do with grand necropolis because she thinks it is creepy. Cassandra already let slip to Rook that she doesn't like grand necropolis and our resident crypt baby got so offended because Cassandra is Nevarran, how can she not think the grand necropolis is the absolute best place in the entire world??

Varric and Bull would both probably fall in the camp of wary but both would come around to seeing Emmrich as decent guy. Sera however would be an absolute menace and that's what would probably get Sera on Rook's permanent shit list because it was one thing for Sera to be Sera to Rook and Spite as even if Rook was not cool with the way Sera trash talked necromancy and was rude to Spite in a similar way to how she treats Cole, Rook could let a lot of that go. As soon as Sera starts causing problems with Emmrich, and even worse Manfred (I can definitely see Sera pulling some pretty mean pranks on our resident spirit of Curiosity), the gloves are coming off. Sera better be ready to square up and meet Rook behind the Herald's Rest because it is going down. Rook is an incredibly nice person right up to the point you start being an asshole to one of their friends.

Manfred would also be an interesting addition because everyone has had to deal with Cole and then Spite and now we have a third spirit running around Skyhold who doesn't seem to poke at your emotions but rather seems to keep getting himself in trouble by getting stuck in rose bushes in the gardens and has a penchant for repeating some impolite words (we already got banter confirming Manfred likely knows venhedis and with how often Lucanis and Taash say things like meirda and vashedan, Manfred has probably picked those up too). I feel like Manfred would be incredibly polarizing because on the one hand, talking skeleton, but on the other hand, he's absolutely adorable and I think eventually people would start seeing what a well meaning sweetheart Manfred is. And if they don't they have to deal with an incredibly sad Emmrich and a mortally offended Rook because Manfred is the best boy!

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Darling, hold my hand II Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze

masterlist I word count: 1504

a/n: hi, we hope you enjoy this little oneshot, as always this is just fiction, have fun reading. <3

As soon as the final whistle blew and the game against Bilbao ended, the celebratory mood in the Estadi Johan Cruyff set in. FC Barcelona won their ninth league title before the season even ended.

While the fans applauded and chanted their names, the players on the pitch celebrated wildly, hugging each other and jumping around under the night sky. The commanding victory only added to the exuberant atmosphere.

It was chaos on the field when the injured players joined the celebrations. From somewhere a drum had appeared on the grass and Ona and Alexia took turns beating it.

Lucy stood a little farther away, watching them attentively with a smile on her lips.

“Lucia.“, Alexia said, rolling her eyes at her teammate after calling her a second time.

Only then the English defender tore her eyes away from Ona: “Uhm.. What?“

Keira elbowed her in the side and grimaced: “Embarrassing, Lucy.“

“Like a lovesick puppy.“, Alexia agreed before Lucy could protest.

Keiras eye widened, excited by the comparison: “Right?“

Lucy shook her head, unimpressed: “Shut it, both of you!“

Ona held out the drumstick towards her: “Want to try too?“

Instead of Lucy, Cata Coll answered: “Oh, look, Ale. Olga is over there.“ She pointed towards the stands. Alexias head immediately whipped around in the direction.

Cata winked at Ona: “See, Oni? Works every time.“

“She’s so in love.“, the Spanish defender smiled back.

Alexia turned towards Lucy, letting go of the drum: “Here, Lucy. I’m sure you’ll take good care of the drum with Ona.“

Lucys eyes narrowed in suspicion: “Thanks?“

“You’re welcome.“

“Ona, you were right. Ale is so in love.“, Lucy grinned as they watched their captain walk towards her girlfriend and embrace her.

“I told you she’s.“, the smaller defender laughed.

“How does it feel? To be back at Barcelona and winning the league in your first season?“, Lucy asked, subtly placing a hand on the Spanish players waist.

Onas eyes lit up as she looked at the English defender, trying to summarize her emotions with one word: “Amazing.“

“You played amazing. And your goal tonight…“

“Yes?“, you asked, prompting her to continue.

In her typical nonchalant way, she just shrugged: “It was pretty nice too.“

Ona laughed at the half-compliment: “Thanks.“

“You’re welcome.“

For a second, the two football players were unusually silent, soaking in the lighthearted atmosphere.

Sandra Paños came over to take the drum from them.

Ona leaned over, whispering into Lucys ear: “When do you think we can go home?“

“This will take a while.”, the older woman replied truthfully, her voice filled with longing for the time when it only was the two of them.

“Ugh, I feared you’d say that.”, mirroring that want of being alone, the Spanish defender groaned.

Lucy gave her girlfriend an apologetic look: “Sorry. The ceremony hasn’t even started yet.”

“Do you think you can keep your hands to yourself during that?”, Ona teased the English player with an amused grin on her lips.

“You’re the one who came close for a hug.”, the older woman protested smirking.

“And you were coming closer when we had the team photos before the match started.”, the Spanish defender reminded her.

“Not true.”, Lucy countered laughing even though she knew fully well that the younger woman was right about her observation.

“Yes, you did.”, Keira said as she joined their conversation giggling.

“Lies.”, her England teammate responded.

Clearing her throat Jana tapped the older woman’s shoulder:” Excuse me, but I got to steal your girlfriend for now, Lucia.”

“Where are you going?”, Lucy asked curiously.

 “You’ll see.”, the younger defender promised wearing a secretive smile on her face.

“Rude.”, the English woman mumbled, shaking her head.

“Sorry.”, Ona mouthed into the direction of her girlfriend as Jana was pulling her away to some fellow Spanish players who wanted to take a group photo together which afforded her presence.

“Fine then.”, Lucy told her as she was making her way to the teammates who weren’t taking part in that specific photo shooting.

Meanwhile Ona realized what which task was laying ahead of her. “Another round of photos, Jana?”, she whined in front of her friend.

“Yes, come here.”, Jana nodded enthusiastically before they each took their positions to let the photographer do her work.

Afterwards it took Ona a bit of time to find her girlfriend in the crowd who kept celebrating, she let out a quiet gasp as a familiar voice came from behind her back. “Done with your little photo shooting, pretty girl?”

Hearing the English woman saying that gave her goosebumps, but the Spanish woman tried to play it down by saying:” Lucia, stop.”

“I'm doing nothing, no suspicious looks and no touching.”, Lucy objected, smiling innocently to underline her message.

“Just subtle flirting, huh?”, the younger defender raised an eyebrow at her. Her girlfriends face was an open book, not only to her, but for the public as well.

Lucy swiftly changed the topic of the conversation, motioning towards the rest of the team who slowly started to head towards the dressing room: “Uhm, seems like the party is heading elsewhere now. Let’s go.“

While she started walking, Ona followed a few steps behind. “Coming!“

She quickly caught up with Lucy and took a leap onto her back, her arms around Lucy shoulders and giggled.

“Oh, and jumping on my back is subtle, Ona?“, she commented while trying to steady herself to keep them from falling over.

Sandra passed them and remarked with a smirk: “You two are not very subtle, no matter what you do, Luce.“

Ona finally jumped off of Lucy and instead wrapped her arms around the older defenders waist while walking: “Doesn’t matter now anyway.“

“Wait until we’re home…“, Lucy grinned which caused Sandra to grimace in disgust.

She shot her teammate a reproachful look and nodded in the direction of Vicky Lopez and Salma Paralluelo: “Lucia, not in front of the children!“

Barcelonas young strikers both remained unimpressed.

“As if we didn’t know what they’re doing. They’ve been clingy all night.“, Salma said, lovingly poking fun at the older players.

Vicky agreed quickly: “Honestly, we might be young but not naive.“

Alexia appeared between the two of them, ruffling Vickys curls: “Stop sounding so grown up, that’s not okay.“

“We’re adults, get used to it.“, Salma replied, clearly amused by the situation.

Alexia shook her head: “Never.“

“Let’s go, Vicky.“, Salma rolled her eyes and turning away from their unusually sentimental captain.

The young striker followed her: “I’m coming.“

Relieved that the attention had shifted away from them, Ona started to impatiently tug on Lucys hand and quietly said: “Come on, Luce.“

Laughing, the English football player let Ona drag her along: “Alright.“

“Getting Paella on the way home?“, the younger woman asked, blinking innocently at her girlfriend.

Lucy raised an eyebrow: “Really? Food?“

Ona bit back a smile as she quickly admitted: “Actually, that can wait.“

“Good. Because I definitely can’t wait.“

“Me neither to be honest.“ Onas cheeks blushed bright pink.

The two defenders followed the other players into the dressing room and got changed. In a quiet moment, they left the continuing celebration as inconspicuously as possible.

The whole drive home, Ona could feel the impatience radiating off of Lucy. The Spanish defender smiled to herself. Teasingly, she put her hand on the inside of Lucys thigh while she drove, slightly faster than she should.

With a cheeky smile Ona loosened her braid, so her hair fell in long waves, knowing all too well how much the English player loved this look on her, who tried her hardest not to stare because she’s been the driver tonight.

The younger woman opened the window of the car on her passenger seat side, letting the still warm night in and enjoying the wind in her hair as she leaned outside to feel it.

The adrenaline of the win running through her veins, Ona let out a small victorious scream, only causing Lucy to drive faster as her patience has her limits.

When they stepped through the door of their shared appartement, the Spanish defender turned around to look at her girlfriend expectantly:” You can kiss me now?”

“Now.”, the English woman repeated, her voice leaving no doubt that she was done with waiting.

“Yes. No one is here watching even Narla and Coco are asleep.”, Ona replied, pointing to the little dogs who were each sleeping in their small beds.

“Come here.”, Lucy said, opening her arms before hugging the smaller defender.

“We’re campeonas.”, Ona mumbled against the English woman’s bare skin, making her shiver underneath her as she pressed a few kisses on it.

Clearing her throat Lucy lifted the younger player’s chin, so she could look into her green eyes darkened with desire:” We’re.”

With that said Ona gave her a passionate kiss before the English defender lifted her up to carry her into their bedroom to celebrate the league win in the way they wanted to do for the whole evening.

[sandy-the-glader]

Hi!! If it’s okay, can I please request an Adrian Chase x soft and innocent!fem!reader where they are coworkers at Fennel Fields, him being a busboy, and she is a waitress. The two of them have feelings for each other, Adrian just trying to get the confidence to ask her out. A group of guys come in every week are super loud, rude, and also make Y/n (who is taking their order) very uncomfortable, and when Y/n turns down their advances, they say some very mean things and make her cry. Adrian is absolutely FUMING, literally having to hold himself back from going at them right then and there, instead following her to the kitchen try to calm her down (in his own Adrian way), promising to “take care of it” . She 100% thinks he means kicking them out, but the group of men get a “visit” from Vigilante… the group “disappears” without a trace “, never to bother Y/n again.

Adrian softly kissing a very relieved Y/n when the men don’t return to the restaurant, she doesn’t know about Adrian’s Vigilante side nor does she know the fate of the group of men, but Adrian takes it as a compliment nonetheless

The Protector

Character: Adrian Chase x InnocentFem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Comfort, Angst

Length: 2.7k words

Summary: Request above!

Trope: Best friends to lovers, Co-workers to lovers

A/N: I have not done anything for Adrian in a while and I love him so much aaaaaaa! I bent the request ever so slightly. Also, let me know if I should make a part two of this but it’s Adrian’s POV 😉

"God that group is back." I hissed. "How do they always manage to get seated in my section?" Me and Adrian eyed them from the kitchen.

"I don't know but they never tip well either. I think all the tattoo ink got into their brains or something." Adrian glared at the noisy group. I smiled at his joke. He always lightened the mood and I was forever thankful for that.

"God it's twenty minutes until closing why do they always come in here late?" I grumbled folding my arms.

The group was dreadful and I have no idea how they haven't gotten in any section but mine yet. They've been showing up the past 3 weeks on Saturday nights and past close. Me and Adrian had plans ruined because of those guys. I've been working here for 1 year and a half (Adrian for longer) and I've never had a worse group of customers.

Usually, the worst is an old lady who asks for the manager when the food isn't exactly to her liking. Or a group of teenage boys who don't buy anything they just sit there and be as loud as possible.

Sometimes me and Adrian went to see movies together on Fridays or had plans with friends and I loved it. That's what made me look forward to the end of the week but with this lousy group of 40-year-old biker guys trashing the tables and leaving sometimes a zero-dollar tip was starting to have the opposite effect on me.

"You know I can take the table for you. I know they're pretty shitty guys." He looked at me and I shook my head softly. His green eyes dazzling in the heat lamps made me almost take back rejecting the offer. When he looked at me the way he did it made my heart flutter. They were so careful and easy.

"You take over my shifts all the time Adrian. The least I can do is deal with one unpleasant table. I can do it." I looked back at him with determination. Besides he was only a busboy, not a waiter though I'm sure he could do the job just fine.

It was true though. Every time I was sick he took over no questions asked. Sometimes he even encouraged me to call out sick when all I had was a cough. He was my best friend after all but he always went above and beyond with the way he treated me.

Sure my other co-workers were nice like Taylor treated me nicely but never as nice as Adrian. From the get-go, he was kind to me always guiding me to where things were or making small talk with me to help get me though my shifts. He was never afraid to give me a hand in anything I needed.

He looked very unsure of my decision but he didn't protest as I left to deal with said table. Though I could still feel his eyes glued to my back. I pushed open the door and

I strode over there with a sudden burst of confidence. I could do it. Then when It's all over me and Adrian can go back to his apartment and watch movies all night like usual.

As soon as I reached the table that confidence slowly started to melt away.

They were a group of 5, all big-looking, and they were like I said a biker gang. Sometimes I hate my job.

"Hello I'm Y/n I'll be your server today can I get you any drinks to start with?" My hands trembled as they gripped the sides of my apron. Whistles filled the air as the men's eyes wandered across my body. Some even leaned over to get better looks at me.

"Looking good honey!" I laughed nervously trying to be as polite as I could to them.

I felt so incredibly uncomfortable. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I was even embarrassed to be close to them. I cleared my throat trying to get them to reply to the simple task at hand.

"Waters for all of us." What I was sure the group leader spoke out. "Please, baby." He added. His group let out an array of deep chuckles. I felt sweat start to appear on my skin. I smiled and walked off in the back. As soon as my backs were to them my smile vanished off my face.

Oh god, it's barely been 5 minutes with them and I already want to leave. Once I got back there Adrian was still standing in the same spot looking at me with a pleading look.

"Don't look at me with those eyes." Those pleading begging green eyes.

"You can still take my offer you know." He pressed his lips together. "Because you look like you need that help. It's not like a bad look or anything but you look kind of helpless. In a good way." Adrian rambled. I've known him for so long I could decipher any message he gave me.

"It's fine I can handle it," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let them get the better of me. Just seeing and having Adrian here made it better.

He was a complete nerd and I loved having someone like that. I loved hearing him talk about DND and all of his hobbies. Then I got to start doing it out of work too.

We even set up a DND campaign at one point. It was a little confusing at first but playing with him made me understand. The memories of us together made me way more relaxed.

I poured those glasses of water and put them all onto a tray and held it with one hand. I pushed the door open almost spilling them in the process and walked back to the table.

"There she is!" One of them shouted. I placed all of the glasses on the table without a word trying to keep my cool.

I watched some make extremely disgusting gestures. Just 20 more minutes and you can go home. Just 20 more long excruciating minutes.

"She's a beauty isn't she fellas?" The main one asked. I swallowed thickly not excited for their replies. I did not have the energy for this today.

"Oh definitely would talk her home. You single honey?" One of them eyed me.

"Uhm yes, I am I'm just not looking for anything like that right now." I lied trying to get him to understand the message.

"Nah she's lying they're always in the market." My feet wouldn't move. I felt scared. Uncomfortable. Where's Adrian? I shouldn't have taken this table. "Come give me a chance honey!" He begged. Can't this guy take a hint?

"No, thank you I'm sorry." I tried to stay as polite as possible. "What would you guys like to-" I was instantly cut off.

"It's not like her makeup hides much." They laughed. I felt ashamed to be here.

"And she could smile more. Where's our cute smile sweetie?" I couldn't smile to save my life. I would not give them what they wanted. My lips trembled.

"Nah her smile would be ugly too we can't ask for something she doesn't have." The table erupted in laughter.

"Look at her she's a doll. She could get any guy she wanted."

“Maybe she’s a slut. No wonder she's not in the market she just sleeps around!” Barked another.

I looked up to see Adrian cleaning some dishes from a couple tables in front of them.

He was looking at me because he had clearly heard that nasty remark. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked red with anger. He was seething and I could see his hand gripping the rag he was holding tightly.

Then the dam in my eyes broke. Tears started to brim my eyes and I stormed back into the kitchen quickly. As I left I heard them start to laugh louder. I shoved open the outside door and sat on the picnic bench we had out there.

I leaned my head in my hands and let the tears spill over my cheeks. I couldn't think about anything other than their words and how humiliated I felt. I felt like screaming at them but I just couldn't. That wasn't how I was.

Who did they think they were? Coming into our restaurant and treating me like shit for what reason? Do they have nothing better to do with their life?

I heard the door swing open and I tried to cover up my sniffling but it was no use. It slammed shut and I heard quick footsteps trot over to the bench. I already knew it was Adrian so I let him sit next to me. As soon as he put his arm around me it all came rushing back out.

"Hey hey, I'm right here." He whispered softly, I wrapped my arms around his back and in that moment he was all that mattered. I just wanted to have Adrian by my side. He awkwardly patted my back.

"Thank you." I wiped my cheeks which now had mascara smeared down them. "I'm a mess," I complained to him. He didn't say anything he just kept holding me. I knew he could struggle with comforting and with words in general sometimes. "You don't have to stay here you know. I'm already in trouble for abandoning my table i don't need you getting into it too." I frowned.

"Oh no, I'm staying." I snuggled myself into his side. "They don't deserve you. They're dicks who don't know how to treat women and that feels like a crime. They had no right to insult you like that." I nodded trying to listen to his words but I still felt shitty. "And that's like so not cool." He said and finally, a small smile spread across my face. He let out a built-up sigh of relief that I was starting to feel a bit better.

"I know. It still hurts though."

"No matter what those guys say they're so wrong." I looked up at him and he was already glancing at me. "You look so beautiful without makeup. I'm not saying you look bad with makeup on I mean like the complete opposite." I started to grin at his ranting.

"Thank you A. It means a lot." He enjoyed the small nickname. He continued to rub small circles into my back relaxing me.

"But those guys will never bother you again." He said still heated by the situation. "I'll make sure of it and because I really like you okay?" He confessed. "And seeing you hurt like that hurt me." he stared at the ground.

The confession threw me off. I always stressed about him liking me but hearing those words fall from his lips felt bewitching. I pulled away from him and looked at him eye to eye.

"Oh fuck I mean!" His cheeks grew pink. "Like I like having you as a friend not like in like I've been crushing on you since I've laid eyes on you and have been dreaming about you or anything because that would be like..." I leaned closer to him and brushed my thumb against his cheek. His face was warm and soft beneath my hand. "crazy." He whispered finishing his sentence.

"Don't lie to me right now Chase." I frowned. He sighed as he realized he'd been caught.

"Okay yeah, maybe I really like you." His eyes never once left me. "And maybe I have been dreaming about you since I first saw you."

"You better not be joking with me right now. Or I will continue to cry ."

"Okay um do not cry again please I already handled the first time poorly. But I am certainly not kidding." I moved my hand from his cheek to his hand which was much larger than mine.

"You better not be because I like you too." He blinked a few times trying to determine if I was the one joking around this time. He moved a stray piece of hair out of my face and tucked it neatly behind my ear. His eyes flickered down towards my lips and back up to my eyes. Was he really about to kiss me right now?

He swiftly closed the gap between us and captured my lips in a phenomenal kiss. Maybe he wasn't all nerdy after all because damn he knew how to kiss. Sure I have barely kissed anyone my whole life but he made it feel so right. He slowly pulled back to look at my face.

"Was that okay? If it wasn't I can totally like stop. I don't mind at all." I squeezed his hand and hugged him.

"It was perfect. Thank you." For having such a shitty night he made me realize the better. Like how the stars seemed to shine just a bit brighter than before and the moon was glowing just a little more than it just had. All because of Adrian

"How about I go deal with them and I also go grab our stuff since it's about time we clock out we have a fun relaxing night tonight?" He proposed.

"I would love nothing more."

"Good. Now you wait here!"

-

Once I got inside his apartment I immediately collapsed and melted into his couch with a loud dramatic sigh. He had probably the most comfortable apartment imaginable.

"Oh shit." I heard him hiss.

"What's wrong?"

"I was supposed to drop by the store after our shift to grab some things from the store..." He trailed off looking sheepish.

"Go ahead, Adrian. I know it will be all you talk about if you don't." He nodded before muttering a quick 'thank you' and leaving.

I had a really long day in general so as much as I wanted to I did not feel like waiting up for him. I left my work bag on the couch and wandered to his room.

His bookshelf overflowed with books and tabletop games, His bed was slightly messy from the morning, and it felt like him. I dug through his dresser to find this shirt that had a cool-looking dragon and a D20 on it. I took off my apron and work shirt and threw it on. I really hope he doesn't mind.

I threw my shoes somewhere on his floor and crumbled onto his bed. God his blankets were so soft.

-

It had been an hour before Adrian finally made his way home. He took off his mask and suit and tucked it away in the hall closet once he got home. He'd deal with all the blood later.

He walked through the hall and pushed open the door to see his best friend asleep on his bed in his shirt. He couldn't be happier to come home to this. She finally looked at ease snuggled beneath his covers.

Adrian scooted himself into his bed and joined her. He placed a small gentle kiss on her forehead and spooned her.

"They won't hurt you again." He whispered before allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

-

I waited afraid week after week to see that group come back but they never did. Nor the week after that or the next. I soon started to get curious about what Adrian meant when he said he'd "deal with them." Did he get the manager involved? Did he really have that strong effect on them? Maybe he even beat them up. He's too soft for that right?

Anyway, I was just happy to be with the one I've crushed on for so long. It felt good. Better than anything has ever been.

Tonight we were staying in on the couch while we waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave of his apartment. The smell drifted through the room making me even more hungry than I was before.

"I'm glad they're gone." I looked up at him. His glasses glowed from the light of his phone.

"Me too. I hate seeing you upset." I leaned on his shoulder and my eyes wandered quickly over to his phone. Just a quick peek it wouldn't mean anything. He was texting Chris who according to him was his guy best friend. I had met him a few times for drinks after work and he was a pretty alright guy. I scanned the words and...

I finally got to use the chainsaw on those guys :)

What does that mean?

[the-confessions-of-a-fangirl]

Saw this on Twitter and it annoyed the heck out of me so let me practice my essay skills to demonstrate why these two situations DO NOT correlate

(this person has been getting ratio'd left to right back at Twitter so please don't try to find them and send hate, it's entirely unnecessary and a poor show of attitude)

In the former situation, Tommy made specific racist remarks to Chimney (calling him a delivery boy) and took part in alienating him along with the rest of the firefam.

To be scared to be an outcast is a valid fear but there's a difference between being a bystander versus an active participant which he was

In "Hen Begins", Chimney tries to pay a compliment to Hen by saying she seems like she's from the East Coast and Tommy immediately undercuts the moment by insinuating that Chimney is saying that Hen has 'New York bitchiness'. It's a very mysognistic insult to call a woman bitchy because she's... anything other than a submissive housewife and daring to be a firefighter.

An important aspect of this is the power dynamics, Hen and Chim are alienated from the entire 118 by the Captain. Tommy is making these remarks from a position of power because he won't be rebuked by Captain Gerrard unlike the situation where Hen makes a slight comment against Gerrard and he immediately reprimands her.

COMPARE THIS TO BUCK AND EDDIE

A lot of people on Twitter want to simply dismiss this as buck being repressed and insecure, which is true but I don't want to dismiss it.

In this situation, Buck doesn't say anything about Eddie's Mexican heritage. He says that Eddie needs to not act like he owns the place and does try to engage in a weird competition of who has the best story.

But in this the power dynamics are on Eddie's side. The captain here, Bobby, is on Eddie's side of the debacle and so are Hen and Chim. Everyone welcomed Eddie with open arms and that is what causes Buck to be insecure and sort of lash out.

And Eddie calls him out on it. Eddie is in a clear position to be able to talk back against Buck without worrying about being reprimanded (in the gym where Chim was listening in). Chim even undercuts BUCK trying to act tough with the "respect your elders thing"

Buck is not trying to alienate Eddie from the entire team, he doesn't like how close he is to the team and needles at him. He isn't trying to tell Hen and Chim to ignore him or Bobby to fire him. He's passive- aggresive and rude sure, but only to Eddie and he's the ONLY ONE.

But that doesn't even last a full shift, when Eddie goes to take care of the live grenade, Buck actually volunteers to help him and at the end of that, he makes his peace with Eddie and becomes friends.

If it were another white man that came in 2x01 and made fast friends with the firehouse, Buck would have acted the exact same way.

A day of teenage pettiness born out of queer repression and abandonment issues that was constantly rebuked by people is NOT the same as making racist and mysognistic remarks and participating in ostracizing for weeks on end because of repression and issues (I think Lou talked about Tommy having some family issues but we don't see it in canon so I'm not gonna put that here)

I'm saying this as a Tommy fan (when bucktommy doesn't work out, I would like Tommy sticking around as a side character coz I like helicopter shenanigans plus he vibes well with everyone now),

These situations are not the same. What Tommy did shouldn't be compared to what Buck did. It makes light of what Chim and Hen went through with these situations and I don't appreciate that.

[majoresca]

Rewiew: The Amulet & The Anthem.

I confess that the lesson she needed to learn was important. However, the idea for the episode was not so well executed.

And you know that roulette of drawn names who would sing the Enchancia anthem? FRAUD! FRAUDED FOR SURE!

The guy who chose the name? He seemed very suspicious to me, not malicious in particular, but something tells me he already knew that the princess would be chosen...

( For some reason he reminded me of Sarousch from the second Hunchback of Notre Dame film? I don't know why, I think it's because he's a presenter,and he was very excited about having Princess Sofia perform at the festival. Trying to impress her with all the things she would receive if she sang. I don't know, his insistence seemed very suspicious to me. Like when a salesperson gives you a lot of compliments to make you buy a product from the store, that vibe.)

Don't you think that's too much of a coincidence that they chose the king's new stepdaughter, who was a commoner, to sing the Enchancia anthem in public?

It could have been for good, or for bad.

If someone had done it with good intentions, they would be trying to show how far a little peasant girl has come in life.

A simple peasant girl who became a princess, singing the anthem of the kingdom in which she was born and which now stands next to the throne, would show that Enchancia really is the kingdom where dreams come true.

So making her sing the anthem would be something very symbolic, encouraging unity and hope among the people of Enchancia.

If someone had done this with bad intentions, it would have been to cause some embarrassment to Princess Sofia. Or, even prove that Princess Sofia would become a "diva" like her stepsister, the moment she was at the center of the stage.

Even more so, with the number of portrait painters and interviewers around the princess. If she got angry, if she seemed spoiled, or anything less acceptable coming from a new princess, they would definitely end up reporting it.

Maybe this was actually a test for Sofia. Even coming from her own parents, to test whether his behavior would change if she received more attention.

Only instead of the accidental and sudden attention she received from being part of a new family, which would naturally make her very nervous and insecure. It would now be an intentional attention, for something she would have agreed to do on her own merit.

Honestly, I don't think Sofia was so rude to be cursed. If she had acted like James at the picnic of the three kingdoms, then I would agree that she messed up.

She was just excited to do something cool, she was going to sing her kingdom's anthem for her own people at a festival.

If you think that's bragging, then you certainly live with the most humble and sensible people in the world. Because that wasn't even close to being something arrogant, not even annoying enough I would say.

I think there's a reason: certainly the parents of the children who watched the show wanted it to be more "moralistic" to teach children better.

But an empty moral lesson is even worse than no morals at all. Because it discredits the morals themselves!

If you teach that morals are unfair and that's the way it is, children will be even less willing to follow them.

Who would enjoy playing a game if you find out that the rules are unfair? Nobody!

The same happens with empty morals.

I found it very funny how Cedric had almost no shame on his face of just turning the pages of the book in Sofia's face, and saying that he "looked" and couldn't find any spell to help her. She's not a fool Cedric, she's just innocent and has a good enough heart so as not to snitch his ill will to the king.

Even more so, him pretending that he was "worried" about her curse, and with a huge smile when he saw that she still hadn't broken the curse.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

3 - 41 Bury Your Dead at Sea

I drew mermaid Irratino and now I'm going to really draw mermaid Irratino.

Huh, that actually fits this episode

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Considering that Central is the most blatantly obvious place to look for Logico at the moment (and Irratino reminds that they’re after him, too), they keep on running, bound to end up with more filler shenanigans. 

LOGICO: What’s a vehicle we’ve never been on? IRRATINO: I know! A submarine! LOGICO: That’s true, but we can’t just find a submarine!! IRRATINO: Then the Tekkies can’t just find us.

So they search for where to rent a submarine. The universe, being on their side for once, grants them one. And they head into the deep. And for some reason, Aubergine decided to follow them.

AUBERGINE: Hey guys! LOGICO: Hhhh what do you want? AUBERGINE: Just wanna know what you’re up to. LOGICO: Right now, solving a regular dead person murder. Even in a submarine! Can you believe it? IRRATINO: Yeah…

The sub belongs to none other than Cryptozoologist Cloud.

CLOUD: I was hiding in the ocean in my despair, working on protective experiments to help save us from TekTopia… but I’ll always let you on board, Inspector Irratino.

Irratino pets his fluffy doggo. Logico hates dogs, but will tolerate Cloud.

Dr. Crimson appears from thin air, and sits next to Aubz!

AUBERGINE: ROSIE!!!! LOGICO: YOU’RE ALIVE??? CRIMSON: Yyyy…yyeeEEEEEEESSS! That’s… me… a- ALIVE CRIMSON.

She seems nervous and wary - but that would make sense, considering when people last saw her.

AUBERGINE: Are… you doing okay? CRIMSON: Never Better! I earned a BRAND-NEW medical degree! IRRATINO: It doesn’t look like there’s a scratch on you. You fell off a 10-story building! CRIMSON: Exactly! But with my medical skills, I fixed myself!

Aubergine tenses. Something is not right about Rosie Crimson. 

AUBERGINE: IIII don’t trust this.

Crimson looks sad.

AUBERGINE: I mean… I- Nope. No. I don’t trust it. IRRATINO: Aubergine, she’s probably traumatized from her fall!

Aubz pouts. A shark man is swimming around outside, which catches Logico’s attention. He takes the microphone.

LOGICO: Excuse me! Have you seen the body or anyone else in this submersible before?

Everyone snickers at Logico saying ‘submersible’.

SHARK: Actually, yes! I keep finding that insane human woman’s hair in the water.  LOGICO: So Crimson went SWIMMING. So soon after your near-death…

He realizes that’s a cruel thing to say. Irratino uses a normal way to look for clues - he holds his breath until his face turns purple.

LOGICO: IRRATINO CLOUD: NO! 

Thinking Irratino is dying, Cloud tackles him to the ground and is about to give him mouth-to-mouth. Irratino screams.

IRRATINO: Good lord, I am never trying that again!

Eventually, Aubergine is confirmed to be the sus one all along.

AUBERGINE: I should have cooked you, Deductive Logico! Damn… I need to get a new catchphrase. LOGICO: Also, it’s incredibly rude and very dumb. IRRATINO: Hey, hey! Logico! You gotta learn to look on the bright side. It’s a compliment!  LOGICO: How the fuck is that a compliment? IRRATINO: [leans down to him] It means you look delicious… 

Logico shoves him away very fast. The sub is rising… BUT TO WHERE??

The end! 

"You look delicious" is a canon line from Irratino I-

I wouldn't trade my goat lord for anything

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[destinyc1020]

girl but what did you think about keke and zendaya? What do you think happened between them. There is a coldness there that I am getting from keke but idk why. Keke is friends with everyone esp everyone black who started on Disney and shit. It’s weird. What do you think

Girl, I'm almost afraid to even say anything on here regarding this, because I kind of feel like all it's going to do is just spark a heated Keke vs. Zendaya debate in my inbox, so that's why I've been kind of avoiding answering asks about this topic. 🙃 😬 👀

But, what I will say is that my opinion still remains. While I do think that Keke is amazing (always loved her) and is super successful, I just don't think she's on the Zendaya level of fame and success.... YET.

I mean, Zendaya is a 2x Emmy winner, has tons of high-end brand deals, trends on Twitter just for breathing, has been an EP since her teens, models, works with super famous actors and directors, has walked the red carpet at the Oscars several times, and is on a one-name fame basis.

I meannnnn.... I just think she's more famous and successful. Now, some people will argue that fame level doesn't always equal "success", and that's true, but the two usually go hand in hand.

With that said, I don't feel the need to have to compare these two lovely women at all. 🥰 They are both beautiful, amazing, and successful. Keke is an author, has been a TV host, had her own talk show, has worked with great actors over the years, and is very recognizable on her own right. I think people sleep on Keke because she is usually doing more comedic stuff, but when she speaks, you can tell that she's VERY articulate, smart, and explains herself well.

I can def understand her frustration with being compared to Zendaya though, and being put in a box and made part of an argument that she doesn't think she fits into. I totally understand how frustrating that can be, and I don't think she's wrong in feeling that way at all. Your feelings are your feelings.

With that said, I don't think we can just turn a blind eye and pretend that colorism (and, by extention, racism!) doesn't play a HUGE role in Hollywood. 👀

I think Keke is downplaying it because when the tweet came out, it was really bad timing (I'll admit), and because it makes her out to be a victim (or less-than) which is NOT a title she wants to wear, and not something she sees herself as. I totally understand that 100%. 💯

At the same time though, I don't think the fan who made that tweet realized just how offensive they came across. If anything, I think they were actually trying to give Keke a compliment in a way. They were basically saying that based on the starting careers of BOTH actresses, and the obvious talent of BOTH of these women, Keke really should have had a better trajectory career-wise in Hollywood overall. I actually agree with that.

What I think Zendaya excels at however, is that while she has biracial privilege (which, she already acknowledges), she's ALSO just played the Hollywood game much better (imo), and has been VERY strategic in her career choices.....and I kind of feel like people don't realize just how important that is in the long run. There are plenty of UNtalented people out here getting really famous and getting roles simply because they know how to play the game better. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyway, those are my personal two cents on the issue.

I think Keke explained herself beautifully, and I like both actresses and love to see them win. 🥰❤️

NOTE: I will NOT answer any rude or hateful asks about this topic in my inbox, so if you have something constructive to add to this conversation, please do so in a respectful way, and I will gladly answer you. 😊🙏🏾

[airi-p4]

i feel like that if Lukloe was canon this is how the dynamic would go:

Chloe would basically be a tsundere, basically trying to hide her feelings from Luka so she tries to cover it up by yelling at him

While Luka is basically being ok with it cuz he knows what her true feelings are.

Basically Chloe and Luka would have this Osana Najimi and Taro Yamada dynamic

And in the end Chloe softens up and Get's married to him (Luka) in the future

how would u think the dynamic would work out if Lukloe was canon.

I can see it.

This is my HC: I think Chloe would have trouble admitting and being honest with her feelings for Luka for a long while. She would worry about the "social class" and "status" she has to keep and she wouldn't want to disappoint her mother, who has bigger expectations than her dating a "low class" boy with no sense of fashion. Chloe would pretend she has no feelings for the boy and would deny it if Sabrina ever suggested it (Sabrina knows), but she's aware there's something there... so the internal struggle is always in her mind...

Luka would see through her and appreciate he will to change and be better- giving her a "second chance". He would be able to read her vulnerability and try understand her (he has a big heart and a lot of empathy), but he would still be sad to see how she's not able to act freely and honest to her feelings because of her family, social classes and all that (he would be more worried/disappointed about her being unable to "be herself" and acting mostly to please her mom than for her being unable to return the feelings to him).

Despite the unwanted situation, Luka would still support and give her comfort, even if she acted rude to him sometimes- He would be patient because he's aware of her personal struggles and how she doesn't know how to handle her new emotions (love) very well (so yes, se would act like a bit a tsundere- but Luka can see through her- her heartsong). Chloe would fall for Luka more and more every time he's there for her (and blush whenever he would tell her nice things and compliments or openly confess his feelings for her). She would act offended and pretend not to care or pay attention when Luka would lecture, tell her how to treat people kindly or how to try to fix mistakes, but she would secretly listen attentively and try to learn to be a better person (sometimes she would ask him questions despite her pride and embarrassment). She would feel bad for how she acted in the past...

At one point, having realized what she wanted the most and who she is and who she wants to be, she would, with Luka's encouragement, finally confront her family, set free and start being herself fully and go towards her own path- a better one- unafraid of anything, taking responsibilities for her past actions and mistakes, and happy to have Luka by her side (he never gave up and kept believing and encouraging her -even if there were some rough times in the way- and she's SO THANKFUL for that). From then on, she doesn't fully change her attitude (some things aren't easy to change), but she greatly improves and would make sure to always appreciate Luka in her own way 💛

I hope this makes sense ^^; (sorry this took me so long to answer)

[weirdestbooks]

Camping is Deadly (Wattpad | Ao3)

Requested by LikeAPro42

In hindsight, accepting an invitation from Florida to go on a camping trip wasn’t the best idea. But Mississippi was bored, and a break from her government had sounded wonderful. Now, she was wondering if it was too late to escape.

“¿Por qué hizo empezar un fuego, Puerto Rico?” (Why did you start a fire Puerto Rico?) Florida yelled as he began stamping out the flames slowly spreading towards the tents.

“Yo pensé muy divertido.” (I thought it was very funny) Puerto Rico snapped back sarcastically, looking like he wanted to beat Florida over the head with his wooden spoon, his ears pulled back against his wooly hair, his teeth bared. Of course, that wasn’t as intimidating as Puerto Rico probably wanted it to be, considering he wasn’t lucky enough to get fangs.

It was, however, very adorable.

“I’m surprised it took us this long to get to arson,” Georgia commented, watching the scene with amusement.

“It’s not arson if it’s an accident!” Puerto Rico yelled back.

“But wasss it an asssident?” Alabama asked.

“Cállate, snake boy.” Puerto Rico snapped, throwing the spoon at Alabama. Alabama ducked, but Louisana caught the spoon. 

“Now, frær, if you had broken one of my good spoons, I would have kicked your ass. You decided to have me make soupé, and I will ban you from eating my food till you get me a new one.” Louisiana said.

“No, lo siento, Ana. Por favor, don’t make me eat Rida’s cooking.” Puerto Rico begged, getting on his knees.

“Rude! I never sent you to the hospital!” Florida said, knocking his elbow into Puerto Rico’s head.

“Yeah, 'cause I don’t go to hospitals anymore, bruto.” Puerto Rico argued, “Not since that hijo de puta Rhoads.”

“That’s gonna get ya killed one day, piti,” Louisiana commented as Puerto Rico stood up, repeatedly jabbing his elbow toward Florida. Upon hearing Louisiana’s comment, his face seemed to fall slightly.

“Hasn’t gotten me killed yet.” Puerto Rico muttered quietly, crossing his arms. Georgia went to stand beside him, bumping their shoulders together as a sign of comfort. Puerto Rico shot her a small smile.

“Ah, the mindset of a true American.” Mississippi commented, trying to break the tension, causing Puerto Rico to flip her off, “Oh come on, that was a compliment!”

“Can I get unadopted now? I’ll go be a recluse on my island and kidnap a bunch of people’s kids like Wai.” Puerto Rico sighed. Florida snorted.

“Lo siento, hermanito. You’re stuck with us until the end times.” Florida said, throwing an arm around Puerto Rico.

“Sweet, I’ll be free next week.” Puerto Rico said, causing Louisana to point her spoon at him.

“Piti, get that attitude out of my kitchen.” They threatened, causing amused laughter to ripple through the group.

“Lou, it’s bumfuck nowhere, Florida,” Alabama said, “Lassst time we were here, we all had to go to the hossspital after Rida made us food. Assside from Richard, who doesssn’t want to care about hisss health.”

“Rida gave you poisonous berries. I am making food, and you will respect me.” Louisiana said, ignoring Puerto Rico’s complaints that he did get medical attention. 

“They weren’t poisonous. Y’all are just cowards,” Florida argued, prompting Georgia to elbow him sharply in the ribs.

“Why did I let Florida talk me into this again?” Mississippi murmured.

“I don’t know why you did, but Rida bribed me with Louis’ cooking.” Puerto Rico said, gaining nods of agreement from everyone aside from Louisiana.

“High praise from my siblings, but also, ouch, Flor, am I just a bargaining chip to you?” Louisiana asked, hand over their heart.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Florida answered, no emotion in his voice,

“There’s a joke to be had about our biological father there.” Puerto Rico said.

“Quiet, or you’re going in the swamp.”

“Oh no, the swamp, so scary. I’m gonna see snakes and bugs!” Puerto Rico snarked back.

“Well, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll see Shrek,” Mississippi said, crossing her arms.

“Please, Shrek has standards. Why would he be in Florida?” Puerto Rico asked.

“¡Me cansé! El tiempo de pantano.” (That’s it! Swamp time.) Florida said, rushing at Puerto Rico, who dodged, blew a raspberry at Florida, then vanished, “¡Hijo de puta!” 

“Well, at leassst there were no casssualtiesss thisss time.” 

[verishere]

For the 10 facts thing, how about Freya :3 I don't know enough about her

First, something I made recently for her: she's a weaver! She had always been known for her tapestries, and weaving is her Skill (a concept in world that i need to make a post about at some point).

Leading from that, before she and Liam confessed but both were already in love, she tried to make gifts for him: knowing he is a Nulilil, renowned for forgework and forgework was his craft, she tried to forge the gifts herself. Which went exactly as you'd expect, given that she has never before then lifted a hammer in a forge in her life (it took Liam, after they confessed, to make her a gift by weaving which also went exactly as you'd expect to tell her that no, he would appreciate a gift she is actually good at making, rather than something he'd make for himself).

She designed pretty much every avian creature. Very few were designed by her siblings, most she created both the aesthetics and the functional design for.

Given her skill now at understanding flight, aerodynamics, etc, the fact that every (true) aeternal has fully functioning wings that allow them to fly about twice as fast as you could sprint, as well as hover perfectly still at will, all while moving relatively slowly (imagine angelic wings) pisses her off to no end, despite that she helped to create that as well. Those things don't follow aerodynamics, dammit! Too late Freya, you and your siblings made this bed, now lie in it.

I don't think I've ever described her physical appearance? This fact will just be as well as I can describing how she typically looks. First, my pfp is her as well as can be made in the picrew in my bio. She typically wears some kind of fruit, berry, etc. as earrings (not plastic, literally the plant). Her hair is straight and smooth, typically cut to her shoulder blades. She wears dresses usually, that either go down to her ankles or knees, and are either sleeveless or sleeves that stop at the elbows. Her hair is almost never adorned with anything more than braids, if that. Usually she let's it flow free. She is 5'9", or 175 cm. She never wears high heels, usually wearing open toed slip on black shoes. She wears anklets and bracelets almost all the time, though no rings. She does wear a necklace at all times, one Liam forged, made from golden chain with a crystal at the end of it, inside which contains the last of the True Sun's light, trapped within in stasis (yes its littereraly just a silmaril but less bright and no one swore a death oath over it please don't sue me).

She once did try to wear high heels, but she did so for the first time in Blonicku (where high-heeled shoes were invented) before going out in public, and fell because she didn't know how to wear them. She has since always fucking hated them, irrationally making up excuses to never try to wear them again despite that the first time she seemed eager to try them and complimented Nrolin on hers. Apparently, they are now pointless and ugly performances.

She is a light reader, shunning the stereotype that all Aeternals are book worms with massive personal libraries (like her husband). An average year sees her reading at most five books, but usually three on average. She hardly writes at all.

I have a meter for all my characters over how much of a prankster they are. From 1 to 10, or Lopunil to Aegir for better words, all of my characters fall somewhere on this. Freyas a three. She hardly ever plans out tricks on anyone, mostly just teasing people in the moment. Her greatest trick (with planning) was making a song where every word began with a specific letter, all of which spelled out (translated) "What rank should he deserve, the land slug that he is? Why do I sing his compliments? He is a rude fool." The song was complimentary of this one lord of the Mark who hadn't done anything illegal so he got to keep the mark but that all her family hated for how uptight he is, yet they couldn't publically say that without looking bad.

As hinted before, singing and songwriting is one of her talents, which she was almost going to choose as her Skill instead of weaving. When Nerquam chose singing as her Skill she chose weaving.

In the first blessed years, her relationship with all the Elders was more like a mentor and teacher, not parent, despite how the Elders were created. Eventually she was friends with many of them. It was till the battle of the sun was over and she was traveling with Liam to Blonicku that she learned of the concept of a monarch, which had apparently been based on her and her siblings. She will always consider the typically idea of a monarch a useless performance and actively refuses to behave like a queen, despite that she is one of the two highest queens in the world. Granted, her refusal to behave like that is something all her siblings have in common, save Nirum but he doesn't count.

[deadbydangit]

Oooh, how about ribbon dancer s/o? She does shows for her partner and tries to teach them, even if they aren’t good at it.

I’d like Dwight, Huntress, and Artist

This is cute. I know little to nothing about ribbon dancing. So I'll do my best. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who does Ribbon Dancing

Dwight, Huntress, Artist

Dwight Fairfield

He's entranced.

Seeing you dance is memorizing.

You could've finished your performance ten minutes ago and he'll still be mouth open shocked.

He doesn't mean to be rude.

"That was... I mean... it's just..."

Speechless.

It's a compliment.

"You're just so amazing and beautiful and graceful and-"

Dwight will go on.

And on.

But let him.

You can offer to teach him.

But he will refuse.

"You look so amazing doing it, I would rather watch."

He actually thinks he'd be really bad at it.

And that would be true.

Dwight is... clumsy.

And pretty uncoordinated.

It often leaves you wondering how he's survived as long as he has.

He'll get the ribbon caught between his feet.

Under his arm.

And somehow in his glasses.

Don't be afraid to laugh a little.

He may be embarrassed, but he still thinks it's pretty funny.

If ribbon dancing means that much to you, he'll practice whenever he can to get at least decent at it.

Because getting to dance with you?

That makes it all worth it.

Huntress

She loves it!

Anna always claps at the end of every dance.

The ribbons are so pretty!

And you're so pretty!

She doesn't exactly know why you dance with ribbons.

But it's fun to watch and you look so beautiful doing it.

She's more interested in the ribbons themselves than the actual dancing part.

You could try and teach her.

But every time you try she somehow breaks the ribbons.

She whips them in the air too roughly.

Or she gets it caught on something and pulls too hard.

Agility wise, she's perfect.

All those years of learning to throw hatchets and surviving in the wild really helped.

She has some brutal strength though.

And she often forgets that.

She has frayed and ripped several of your ribbons.

And she'll cry after.

She ruined your pretty ribbons!

Assure her you aren't upset.

Since the ribbon part doesn't quite work with her, find a way to incorporate her into the dances without them.

You can have the ribbons and she can lift you up or help twirl you around.

It isn't exactly how ribbon dancing works, but she's having so much fun anyways.

You can't find it in your heart to take that from her.

Artist

As an artist, Carmina has explored a large array of different art forms.

Singing, sculpting, etc.

Including dance.

So, unlike others, she knows what it is you're doing.

Dancing wasn't her thing per say.

But it is certainly yours.

She adores watching you dance.

Seeing how graceful and beautiful you look inspires her.

She might get out an easel right then and there and start painting.

And she won't stop until she's finished the whole thing.

And she'll always show you after.

Sometimes, it's flowers in a meadow.

Other times, it's a lake.

Most of the time, it's you.

When you're dancing, you're her muse.

You can offer to teach her, but she can't physically hold onto the ribbons.

Her hands don't work like that anymore.

She can only paint because she's able to control the ink.

But don't let that stop you from dancing.

She's having a wonderful time watching and painting you.

[2000sangel]

Hi I saw you were doing matchups so I wanted to you try it out lol!

So some basic stuff I go by Aj I’m a trans guy who uses he/they pronouns, while I do have a small preference to girls or well just anyone falling under a feminine label I am open to about anyone! I want the matchup to be romantic and would prefer Husk and Angel to be excluded (I picture Husk as a father and I ship him and angel so be kinda weird lol)

For personality and what not I’m similar to Niffty in the whole absolutely chaotic kinda way but only with the people I know and trust, I’m very kind and while I’ll jokingly make fun of people I make sure they’re okay with it and aren’t actually uncomfortable. At first I’m very quiet and reserved (at most one or two comments) but after opening up it’s hard to get me to stop talking lol I’m also very sarcastic and make a lot of dirty jokes. Likes and dislikes is kinda hard, I like collecting plushies like a lot I could be compared to the “weird kid” (I love fnaf, batim, Beetlejuice, tadc, a lot more) I will say I absolutely love like physical touch and what not though I hate asking for things or starting something. My hobbies mainly include making art and what not I focus on visual art though I do like writing and acting a lot as well, I also love picking something up like a book or movie and just never finishing it lol! Tbh I don’t really have a type besides “sad but bad boy” and even then that’s not really a type lol. But yeah I uh think that’s it have an amazing day/night!

Hey Aj! Thank you for requesting a matchup! We have something in common, I also have the tendency to pick up things and never finishing them ahah; anyway!

A hug is coming your way, as I match you with...

Charlie!

Charlie is sunny, optimistic, and just the right person who would allow you to come out of your initial shell. She loves both your kindness and how chaotic you are, and I’m sure she would be very proud of herself for being able to let you open up quickly and witness your true personality; she loves a talkative and affectionate friend, even more so if they end up becoming her partner.

I’m sure she wouldn’t mind your sarcasm at all either, as long as you don’t get too rude with her; she chuckles at your jokes a lot and sometimes tries to be sarcastic back, resulting in her stammering on her words slightly as she admittedly isn’t the best at this kind of thing. It’s endearing to you though, really, and you reassure her that she doesn’t need to match your personality all the time, you find her lovely as she is – her eyes sparkle at that, finding you very romantic -.

She absolutely loves the fact that you like collecting plushies, in fact she’s a big fan of them herself! She insists on giving a name to each one of them, and if they already have one she wants to know the story behind them at all costs. She also surprises you with one of them from time to time, I feel like she would be at least a bit into gift-giving, and when you inevitably end up sleeping in the same bed she doesn’t want to exclude any of your plushies, resulting in you two sleeping completely surrounded by them!

Charlie is quite the creative person herself, in her own way: she likes musicals and singing, so if the things you’re into have some sort of fan songs or anything like that, she would enjoy learning them and getting into your own interests in general. She also loves anything that you make and showers you in compliments each time you show her one of your creations, which makes you blush a little. She also insists on showing the other residents of the Hotel, but it’s up to you if you want to do that or not, she totally understands if you’d rather keep your art private and in that case she’d feel honoured to be one of the lucky ones who gets to see it.

She encourages you to finish the things you start watching or reading, too! Mostly because she loves doing these activities with you, and she really wants to know what happens at the end...but she also feels guilty finishing them on her own, so if you’re looking for somebody who keeps you excited and entertained when you get into anything, she’s the right demon!

She’s also quite affectionate, hugging you, holding your hand and kissing your cheek whenever she gets the chance, so she doesn’t really mind that you’re not into initiating these kind of things as she will do it herself, as long as you let her know you enjoy it!

All in all you and Charlie definitely have a best friends to lovers kind of relationship, and if you’re wondering how this affects Vaggie (in case you’d be comfortable being in a poly relationship) I can actually see you two being on good terms, she agrees with you and Charlie dating wholeheartedly as I see you two getting along quite well, too!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hihihi could i get a demon slayer matchupppppo, i go by she/her btw:))))))))

I have reddish brown wavy thick hair and brown eyes i usually leave my hair down but i sometimes put it in braids or pigtails , im 5'1, and have a pear body type im a female and bisexual (male preference)

My hobbies are likeee, working out, playing electric guitar, kickboxing, buying dumb shit that i dont need, baking(especially for loved ones)and i have a few other hobbies

For my personality im an istp and an aquarius if those count for anything, its hard for me to describe my own personality but some people dont get my sense of humor often and i come off as mean. Another thing that makes me come off as rude or mean is my social anxiety in public so i dont say much and i have a resting bitch face not even on purpose. I dont consider myself mean, like i genuinely love making people happy and helping them with things but my social anxiety holds me back on trying to help people and complimenting them .I only have a small group of friends that i talk to but i love them so much. I can be antisocial sometimes because being social all the time drains me, . Though when im with my friends and im really energetic, impulsive, dramatic, opinionated, sarcastic and a little annoying and talk a lot n i always wanna do things+a risk taker i get myself in trouble a lot. I hate it when i go over to peoples houses and they js sit on their phone like wtf did i even come here for ??

Some things i love are animals,doing new things, flowers, nature, horror, the color pink, anything pretty really, motorcycles, pinterest, music(especially metal or rock), incense, smoothie bowls, my friends, plushies, dressing up, halloween,long walks and a lot of other thingsssssss

Some stuff i hate are cheaters, home wreckers, talking to new people, feeling nauseous from panic attacks, fatigue, and wasps.

People tend to see me as less emotional which is true sometimes but when i love i really love hard and i dont get with just anyone and it takes me a while to fall for someone and people don't expect it from me, im so different and emotional when i love somebody and i usually just end up being manipulated, and i dont give up on people easily i try my hardest to empathize with them and work it out.

Another toxic thing is i can be overprotective and possessive in relationships a bit😭

i love love gift giving and physical touch both giving and receiving and i like making my partner handmade gifts that take a lot of effort to show i care though i also like spending money on them

I find it cute when the person im with gets overly jealous but i would never purposely wanna make them feel that way, i know how it feels and they don't deserve that. I hate it when people make me jealous on purpose because they "like it". i love being pampered but ill never ask for it

the littlest thing a person i love would do for me makes me so happyyyyyyyy

(im sorry how fucking long this is whenever i start typing things i cant stop)

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchup!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Tanjiro is the best person for you to be around with your social anxiety. He’s a nice calm person and knows how to make people feel at ease.

Very good with physical touch as well. He’ll happily give you as many hugs as you want. I see Tanjiro as someone who likes physical affection as well so it’s a win-win for him.

Will get rid of wasps for you. He travels in nature a lot so he’s used to getting rid of bugs and assorted insects and feels that it’s the least he can do for you.

Please work out with him. Tanjiro’s shockingly strong and will always encourage you to do your best so you’ll get a good workout.

No need to worry about Tanjiro betraying your trust by doing anything like cheating. The thought has never even crossed his mind. He loves with his whole heart and would rather fight every demon at once than purposefully hurt those he cares about.