#MIGHT BE SLOW ON THE OTHERS BC FIGHTING MUSE SILLIES >:(

[mythvoiced]

“people think i’m weird.” ( for sarang!! )

@kamipyre | more random dialogue prompts | ♥

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"Oh, darling," Sarang twirls the origami between her fingers, turning it this way and that. She's been practicing. Caught herself brushing her fingers over all sorts of paper, pamphlets, magazines, even the stiffer napkins of some restaurants, mind subconsciously drawn to the forensics expert and the life she exudes.

She's not admitting it to herself yet. That would be detrimental to her cause, wouldn't it? Knowing someone is leaving an impact.

Her smile tastes like poisoned vin brule when she lifts her head to smile at Suki. Her origami is no more than a bookmark, butterfly-shaped, once she'd find while mindlessly scrolling through short videos over short videos, trapped in the pretense of someone fallen deep enough into that she wouldn't possibly notice approaching danger.

She'd been waiting.

She killed her target.

And yet, after getting rid of everything that belonged to that persona, the video had remained.

Suki had remained.

Beyond the personas.

Beyond Sarang's understanding that losing is better than gaining, in terms of connections and people to think of. It's easier when she holds onto something with the excuse she likes to get a rise out of them, or with curiosity justified by the potential of the answer helping some of her endeavours.

But Suki?

Well... maybe... wouldn't be a bonus to have someone like her on her metaphorical, expendable team? Forensic specialist, tough cookie, investigative penchant, assertive and sweet.

Suki would be an incredible asset.

Alas... Sarang isn't putting a lot of effort into... trying to adjust her to perfection to fulfill some sort of task or the other. She doubts someone working for the police department doesn't have anything on her registered somewhere. The occasional mumble or knowing look from her colleagues, because no matter how tight-knit, someone will always talk, really, would it be that difficult for Sarang to start digging?

She crumbles the origami she made in a tight fist.

"Because people are dull, insecure, unimaginative. People who waste time thinking you're weird are the same people who curse their lives on their death-bed for having been too good. You're perfect, lovely. And much more interesting than any people."

[shenzuns]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name.  kiwi  !

pronouns.  they  /  them  (  +  she  /  he  )

preference  of  communication.  uhhh probably... IMs or discord  ???  i give out my discord as much as i can, but i’m very bad at talking to people BHDFDJF

name  of  muse.  shen qingqiu, or shen yuan depending on who you get acquainted with...  first  ?  it’s very verse dependent, if you meet him when he’s transmigrated then it’s shen qingqiu bc by that point he’s given up his old identity as  “  shen yuan  “

rp  experience  /  how  long.  good god i’ve probably been here since i was like... 13? so...  8 years disgostang

best  experience.  shitposting  !  that’s literally all i do on a daily basis anyways, but my best rp experiences were when the community would kind of get together and do silly shit on the dash. i don’t see much of that anymore at all now lol, unfortunate  !  oh, and, in character games were THE shit like...  i still try to get those going when i can bc there’s nothing more fun than muses meeting each other for the first time to yell at each other about being the imposter or something.  also, when you kind of have a group of people who are in a specific verse, and matching urls, and just idk very community based things were always my type of beat  !

rp  pet  peeves  /  dealbreakers.  i...  don’t really have many actually  ?  it’s quite litchrally the basic principal that people have been touting for years, read rules  (  please god, i know he acts like a straight guy but my man is gay as all hell Do Not approach him romantically if ur muse is fem aligned  ), don’t try to play god without My permission, don’t forceship unless i say it’s cool cus i love forceshipping with my breasties, don’t... tell me what my muse is... or how he could be  /  act like... man.  uhhh, probably also like, feeling as though i have to diminish how powerful or mean a muse is otherwise me and someone’s mun will get off on the wrong foot like...  i’m sorry i don’t control my muse’s power level it’s on UR muse to not instigate a fight if u Know my muse is strong man.  uhhh...  when people complain about posting too much ooc like ok just say u don’t want to have fun or get to know the ppl behind the screen.  also, it kind of squicks me when ppl are like ‘oh ur character isn’t super canon’ like i already have phobias, don’t add to that man  ---  also canon divergencies exist.  and then other stuff is just stupid shit like, if we’re shipping and there’s no reciprocating amount of effort put in it just tanks me, and like.  fighting over ships too lawl like, i get if toxic ships aren’t ppls cups of tea but that doesn’t mean u have to kill someone over it  (  this does NOT include actually problematic ships, yall are adult enough to get what i mean here  )

fluff,  angst,  or  smut.  all i guess  ???  my fatal flaw is liking angst and smut but being too much of a baby to write it out and  /  or talk about it.  like, i’m very bad at writing angst but it’s all i give my muses so I Want To Learn.  and, re: smut i’m... weirdly shy  ?  which is funny bc it’s horny thoughts 24/7 here but i just get anxious and lock up even though i want to write smut. it’s fucked up and evil and i’m the bearer of the curse SFNFKMSF

plots  or  memes.  boooth...  i say tentatively, LIKE i’m kind of bad at plotting is the thing.  i prefer discussing character dynamics and then discussing how things can go from that.  also, s.qq is kind of difficult to plot with i’ve come to slowly realize  ???  but i also Have to plot with him to get anywhere, so u see it’s a pain.  BUT I LOVE MEMES i thrive on memes, it’s the best way i interact  !  i do try my best to send in stuff and i adore getting things in return  (  i’m just slow as fuck but i always smile when i get asks  )

long  or  short  replies.  UHHHH...  it really depends but i’ll be real, i talk too fucking much when i write SHDSFMKFDKM a bitch doesn’t know how to shut up and s.qq is an overthinker so he’s very introspective  (  TOO introspective u might say  ), so while i love the idea of short replies...  it never really works out that way for me </3

best  time  to  write.  man.  who even knows w/ me at this point LMAOO probably night though that’s when everything’s quiet for me and i can vibe, or like.  the early hours of daybreak.  but idk when my motivation, creativity and social battery are up there is usually when i start writing again

are  you  like  your  muse.  KIIIND OF  ???  my friend’s and i like to joke around that i’m kind of a shen yuan at times, i actually really latched onto his character BECAUSE of his neurosis but.  i dunno, i’m not as logic driven as he is, nor am i as stilted emotionally  /  with my affections.  so, yes and no  !  he can be difficult to write sometimes because of how different he is from me, i think.  i’ve never written a muse like him before, so it’s definitely a challenge, but a fun one  !  i also think it’s pretty natural to take on muses similar to you or put parts of yourself in a muse, bc how else are you supposed to understand them on a deeper level yk  ?  it helps with getting into a muses mental imo.

tagged.  @oftwilight​  thank u sybil, ily  !  <3

tagging.  @junshang​,  @feiyuie​,  @mellodiies​,  @kuurtaa​,  @chiheru​,  @hymnblood​,  @fuxian​,  @suender​  &  if ur reading this that’s it. ur tagged, @ me i want to see  !

[caffeinatedtimdrake]

How about ‘ i carry your heart with me’ for Jason?

A/N: here it is!! bc we all need more soft Jason in our lives!! about 1k of Jason feeling sappy after a mission and coming home to snuggle with you

i carry your heart with me 

The thin chain and silver locket slide against Jason’s skin, a cool reminder of your presence amidst the stinging pain along his abdomen and the soreness in his shoulder. 

“Is that what I think it is?” Tim arches an eyebrow, bemused, gesturing to the necklace hanging around his brother’s neck as he wraps Jason’s left wrist in gauze. 

Jason sets his jaw in annoyance, grumbling in affirmation. 

“Aw, Timmy, don’t tease the poor guy. Our Jason’s just in love.” Dick chirps from the opposite side of Jason’s mildly battered body, suavely threading a needle through the gash on his younger brother’s forearm. 

“You guys really don’t need to do all this.” Jason huffs, fighting a mortified blush. 

Damian isn’t directly helping much, but from across the kitchen, he offers, “Yes, I believe we do. If not, the owner of your necklace’s counterpart is sure to kick our shins and scold us.” 

Dick glances over at Damian and sighs, “Our endearing voice of reason.”

Jason hadn’t meant to get battered so badly tonight, but he admits his arrogance might have inhibited him from calling for help until he was beyond – as Dick would say – whelmed. 

Jason hadn’t meant to let the boys see the necklace clasped loyally around his neck, holding the jagged half-heart, half-inscribed with the words ‘best friends’.

Jason also hadn’t meant to fall irrevocably, profoundly in love with you, but strict planning never seemed to work out for him. 

The two of you had been traversing a flea market on a warm, quiet Sunday morning when you stumbled upon the necklaces. In your youth, it had been a hot commodity and an ardent proclamation of friendship – best friendship. 

A shy, hopeful smile spreads across your face. You trace your fingers across the engraved pendant and glance at him. 

“Jason…can we?” 

He blinks at you, childlike wonder igniting across his features. In any other situation, his knee jerk reaction might include a snarky remark and absolute denial, but this wasn’t any other situation. Where you were involved, things qualified as extraordinary. 

He’s quiet for a moment, a slow grin pulling at his mouth and lighting up his sapphire eyes. “Yeah, of course, Y/N.” Jason finds himself borderline bashful.

When you pull out a few crumpled bills to hand to the old lady at the stand, he shoots you a look and reaches for his wallet. 

“Jason, I swear to god –”

“Let me spoil you,” He whines.

“You can have it for free.” The elderly lady seated beneath the shade of the makeshift shop smiles at the pair of you fondly, effectively killing the bickering. 

“We could never –”

“We insist –”

“I insist!” She chortles, waving her hand dismissively and getting up to hand you the necklaces.

You and Jason look at the woman, a little dumbfounded. 

Her smile grows. “I’ve seen a lot in my years. I haven’t seen two people so in love in a long time. I know you must be more than best friends, but maybe in your darkest moments, a silly necklace meant for kids can help remind you of that.”

Jason has never really needed reminding. He knew it then and he knows it now, in the dingy lighting of the bat cave; you are his best friend and much, much more. You are his right hand, his beacon of light, his comfiest pillow, his book nerd buddy, his favorite song, and someone who could finish his sentences. You are his inspiration for adventure and muse for midnight poetry. You are his safety net. At dusk in early December, between mugs of hot cocoa and thick blankets, he learned you are his soulmate. 

Still, he wears the necklace diligently. You are very well-entangled in his soul, but this is another way of carrying your heart with him. He knows you scarcely remove your own necklace. You carry him in your heart, and you keep him close to your heart. Without him, you are incomplete; an unfinished puzzle, a fragmented sentence, a wave that can never quite reach the shore. 

You and Jason work together so easily, like the moon orbiting the earth orbiting the sun, gravity keeping him grounded even though you make him feel like his head is in the clouds. 

“You’re all patched up, Jay.” Tim pats his thigh and stands, helping his brother get up and stretch. “Keep ice on the waist and take it easy for a few days. Don’t want these stitches opening up.”

Jason makes a face briefly, but Dick gently, endearingly whacks the back of his head. “Just do it.”

“I can tell Y/N, as well, since Todd often disregards medical advice.” Damian says, swinging his legs in an almost cute way, not completely unlike a child. 

“I don’t wanna worry Y/N if I can help it, boys. I’ve done enough of that for a lifetime. But I do appreciate the help, really.” 

Dick smiles at Jason softly. “Anytime, little bird.” 

Jason’s walk home is quiet and peaceful and crime-free. He prays that you’re blissfully asleep, not awake with worry, because all he wants to do is crawl into bed and into your embrace.

He does find you asleep – sprawled out on the couch in basketball shorts and one of his t-shirts, mouth parted, as the television hums with the measured laugher of an old sitcom. 

His heart leaps in his chest; because you waited for him, because you put on his clothes, because you look so damn cute in the throes of slumber that he wants to crumble into a squealing mess of adoration on the spot. 

Jason switches off the T.V. and scoops you up into his arms. You’re so warm and so you, nuzzling into his chest and sleepily welcoming him home, that he forgets all the injuries he sustained throughout the night. He carries you as tenderly as he can to the bedroom. 

You wiggle yourself underneath the covers and when he finishes changing into cozy pajamas, he turns back to the bed to find your arms stretched widely, beckoning him into your embrace.

He’s utterly enamored, cooing that he loves you, when he crawls onto the bed and into your arms.

Jason holds you close, pressing a kiss to your head. 

He holds you – his heart, his home, his everything.

[analisegrey]

Not the prompt I’d intended to fill for today, but my muse was being petulant, and so I decided discretion was the better part of valor and I’d go with the one it as willing to write as opposed to not finishing something.

@blue-s-heart asked: “okay im just going to fill up the last one "breathing slow and controlled" with Lance bc i love him and you <3″

And aww, thanks! <3

They’d all been captured before, even if only briefly; it was a constant hazard, part of the inherent risk in being a paladin of Voltron and part of the resistance. Even if they hadn’t understood when they first started this, they all knew now how high the stakes were, and the awful things that could happen.

Shiro had taken one of their training sessions early on to talk to them about it. Of all of them, he was the only one who had gone through prisoner of war training at the garrison. None of the rest of them would have done so for at least another couple of years. It wasn’t considered necessary until later on in the curriculum; here though, they needed to be prepared.

They’d all listened intently as he described things they might encounter, and ways to resist. Then he’d paused. Closed his eyes and taken a few deep breaths. Keith had quietly said his name, and Shiro had shaken his head, opened his eyes, and barreled on.

“If you encounter a Druid.” Shiro’s words had been strained, quiet, and all the paladins had leaned in slightly to be able to hear him. “If you encounter a Druid, it will be unlike anything else. Of course resist as much as you can; do your best.” Shiro’s metal hand flexed, and he looked down at it. “But when you break, try not to feel too bad about it. Nobody can last forever against that.”

Not if they broke.

When.

Shiro’s words echoed and swirled through Lance’s mind as he was dragged down a hallway and into a room- no, a lab. There were tanks on the edges of the room glowing pale purple, and when Lance caught sight of a table with glowing restraint points he dug his feet in, trying to slow his forward progression. The sentries dragging him weren’t remotely bothered by his attempts to slow their movement, and far sooner than he’d have preferred, they were picking him up and depositing him on the table, holding his arms and legs in place for bright purple restraints to pop into place around his wrists and ankles.

Lance clung to what Shiro had told them. Ways to resist.

“Try to stay calm. I know it will be hard; you’ll be scared, and that’s ok. Try not to let it overwhelm you. It’s easier to resist if you’re calm. Try some of the breathing exercises we’ve been working on, and if you need to, think like Peter Pan. Find your happy thought, and stick to it.”

Lance closed his eyes and tried, reaching for the breathing exercises Shiro had taught them- in for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. Once the Druid arrived it would be useless, but it could keep him calmer right now. He’d thought it was kind of silly at the time, but now that he was using it, he could grudgingly admit it worked. He felt calmer.

Then the Druid arrived.

Shiro had described what they looked like, and Keith had corroborated, but nothing they described could account for how thoroughly creepy Druids were. Lance didn’t know if it was the feel of the corrupted quintessence they exuded, or if it was his own mind fucking with him, but the closer the Druid came, the more Lance’s skin crawled, and god, he wanted to be literally anywhere else.

The Druid floated over, silent, and came to a stop at the side of the table. Lance tried to keep his breathing even, controlled, but he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and there was nothing he could do about that.

“Will you tell us where the Castle is?”

Lance tried to make his response as forceful as he could. Fake it til you make it, right?

“No.”

“Will you tell us where your lion is?”

“Hell no.”

The Druid tilted it’s head to the side, in what Lance assumed was contemplation.

“You have the chance to save yourself much pain.”

“Fuck you.”

The Druid raised a clawed hand and let it rest lightly on Lance’s arm. He tried not to look, but couldn’t help himself. There was a brief pause, and then Lance’s world ignited in purple fire.

He couldn’t even scream at first, the pain was so overwhelming. Shiro was right, it felt like nothing else he could have imagined; he’d been tagged once in training by Pidge’s bayard, an accident, and he’d thought from Shiro’s descriptions it would feel like that. To an extent it did, but it also felt nothing like it.

Lance’s eyes screwed shut and he could still see purple lighting up behind his eyes, the feeling of electric wrongness traveling through him. Eventually it stopped, and Lance realized somewhere in there he’d started screaming. His throat already felt ragged, everything else hurt, his muscles still twitching here and there.

Fuck.

“Will you tell us where the Castle is?”

“No.”

“Will you tell us where your lion is?”

“No.”

Lance closed his eyes as he felt the Druid’s hand move, and tried to focus on what else Shiro had said.

“Remember we’re coming for you. If you remember nothing else, trust in the fact that we won’t leave each other behind. It might take time, but we’re coming. Have faith in that even if you’ve got nothing else to hold on to.”

Lance fought to hold onto that thought as pain lit across his nerves like lightening, feeling like he was lighting up purple from the inside. They were coming for him. They were coming. It might take time, but they were coming, they were coming, they were-

“Will you tell us where the Castle is?”

Lance’s answer was a whisper now, his voice already rough and patchy from screaming, and he knew the Druid had barely started.

“No.”

“Will you tell us where your lion is?”

“No.”

Lance started to lose track of how many times the Druid asked about the Castle, about his lion, but he always answered the same way.

“No.”

Objectively he knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. Shiro had, gently as he could, explained to them all that everyone had limits, and everyone’s limits were different. That there was no shame in breaking, that nobody was meant to endure that kind of pain indefinitely. At the time, Lance had tried hard not to think of all that Shiro had endured, that he was teaching all this from experience, and he knew from the looks on everyone else’s faces they were thinking the same thing. At the end of that training session, Shiro had been exhausted, for all they’d just sat there talking, and they’d gotten the afternoon off to process.

As time wore on, Lance tried to do what Shiro had said, tried to find his happy place- the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the sand, the laughter of his sister, Veronica, as she splashed around, sun-warmed hugs from his mama- but inevitably the pain pushed through, disrupted his memories, and he was dragged back to the present.

The Druid kept asking, and Lance couldn’t speak anymore, his voice ravaged from screaming, so he just shook his head. He’d keep resisting, even if he couldn’t say it. And hey, this wasn’t so bad. If he couldn’t speak, then he couldn’t say anything he didn’t want to. Almost a win, really.

Lance didn’t know if the Druid got bored, or if a predetermined length of time had passed, but the Druid pulled back, signaled to the waiting sentries. “We will continue later.”

When they released the restraints Lance didn’t have the strength to try to fight, and would have fallen flat on his face if they hadn’t held him up between them. They dragged him back through the halls they’d passed through before, and Lance was absurdly grateful when they tossed him into an empty cell and locked the door behind him.

He managed to crawl into a corner and pull himself upright against the wall. He was ok, for now. The situation wasn’t ideal, and that had sucked every bit as much as Shiro had said it would. But he’d held out, longer than he’d thought he’d be able to, if he were honest with himself.

Lance closed his eyes and breathed, and remembered.

They were coming for him. All he had to do was wait.

[jinhwanxobs]

munday 4! (plus the other ones kinda?)

       this is my first munday here so hi everyone~! quick introduction as well i suppose (sort of summarizing a few of the other munday things) -- i’m grey and i use they/them pronouns! i am a college senior, comp. sci. major. i’ve written for fun since i could actually write, but I’ve been roleplaying (krp specifically) since fall 2014! (i’m also in central timezone -- an hour behind obscura main timezone). I don’t particularly have a strong preference for any kind of writing genre; it’s all more or less fair game! 

i’m sorry this is so long lmfao

munday 1!

What is your ultimate weakness; what makes you feel all soft and squishy inside?

“cute” things? ...my biases usually...

Write the first thing to come to mind in caps: BUT WHY Three random facts about you: i used to know how to play piano, i’ve owned a pokemon game from every generation except for the wii games (which do not count), and my bias groups are vixx, infinite, btob, f(x) and bts.

munday 2!

If your muse(s) could describe you in a few words, what would they say?

“at least they’re clean...”

What is the most wicked thing you could imagine your character doing?

as a witch he could very well slip into warlock-dom at a point so i’m not sure how general this should be -- magic can really fuck you up, kids. as it currently stands he’s... i could see him ruining someone’s life on social media or something if they really pissed him off though

If your muse(s) were real, would you fight them?

yes. he’d probably beat me on size alone. probably. but it’d be worth it

What object would you erase from existence if given the opportunity?

cigarettes. the smoke and residue makes me so sick

If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?

that’s a lot of money. i’d buy a service that’d help me invest it? or something? and pay off my loans. i’m not a very material person so i... have no idea.... outside of housing and donating most of it and helping out my friends

If you could play any sport, what would it be?

does dance count as a sport?? i love watching excellent and intense choreography and i do like to dance but i am very awkward-limbed

Do you have any fun hobbies or talents you’d like to share?

i like to draw! i actually write fanfic outside of rp too. mmm i like to cook/bake as well, and i like to play video games when i get the chance

Do you have/want any pets? 

i want a cat.......... please let me have a cat...........

munday 3!

What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

well if i’m being a sap i’d say meeting all of my rp friends; i’m extremely fortunate in that regard. but as a more specific thing, i’d say my love live luck is pretty damn incredible. my best girl fuckin loves me. when scouting for job kanan i did 6 pulls, ur came home TWICE as did the hanamaru ssr also twice, as well as another ur and two ssrs?? and i’ve gotten every one of her cards that’s come out since then?? she’s too good to me

If you could attend any concert or event right now without any obstacles, what would you choose?

i would die (my anxiety would kill me) but a vixx concert with a hi-touch event

What’s your dream vacation?

being at the ocean (can you say beautiful, destin sands) with no pressure of going anywhere, meeting anyone. just lazing in the sand and swimming out into the water. getting caught in the waves sometimes but feeling all sun warm and happily worn at the end of the day

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? Any style preferences?

tea! hot tea i can drink with or without sugar but my cold/ice tea has to be sweet -- (bubble) milk tea is also so so good

A game you love ( traditional, video, etc )?

i love pokemon......... i’ll say it ten thousand times....... hoenn is my favorite region (i love the routes around fortree....)

Favorite/Number one go-to internet meme?

Least favorite internet meme?

Something that makes you want to flip a table?

hmm... i’d have to be in the moment of flipping the table to tell you

In your opinion, do you fit the stereotyped traits of your western zodiac sign? Do you believe that another sign fits you better? What about your muse?

i don’t know? i think i’m perhaps more like a taurus than a libra. i don’t really understand the stereotypes very well. uuuh... jinhwan? he doesn’t fit the stereotyped traits of an aries either. maybe gemini?

Post a gif of what you’re currently feeling right now.

munday 4!

Do you prefer to brainstorm your plots or wing them? Do you have no preference in either?

i’m not so sure so far as what winging a plot would be -- i like to have a pretty good idea of what’s going to happen. not necessarily detail by detail, but having a good idea of the setting and how long a thread will go, if there might need to be any location changes or time skips possibly?? those are good things to discuss. you can’t always tell how a muse will react to things until you’re writing them in that moment, so it’s good to be flexible in regard to those changes too ouo

What kind of writing memes do you like, if any (sentence starters, drabble memes, head-canon memes, etc)?

i don’t particularly like sentence starters, as it’s hard for me to come up with fitting context for them. i love headcanon memes for sure but it’s a bit hard for me to say for anything else, as i’ve not had a lot of experience with them!

What’s the easiest way to plot with you? Alternatively, what is the easiest way to contact you for plotting?

give me all your ideas, any ideas!! even if they’re very silly to begin with (mine often are) there might be a good idea for a plot buried in there~ i’ll do the same but please do let me know if i need to slow down haha discord is the single best way of getting ahold of me (thru dms) please do not hesitate to add me and send me a message! on tumblr through dms is totally fine too but i sometimes lose track of them ;;

What kind of movies/television series/dramas/anime/etc do you like to watch?

i love animated stuff! most anime, western stuff like legend of korra, atla, steven universe, young justice, teen titans, etc.; i like action movies i guess? superhero stuff is pretty alright but uh pacific rim and mm: fury road are two of my favorite movies. unless it’s pretty gripping i have trouble paying attention (and also no matter what it is i usually prefer to watch with subs bc i always get a lot more out of it that way)

Would you be interested in the occasional group viewing of a movie/series/drama/cartoon/etc, if one were to be organized?

YELL HES. i have a ton of studio ghibli movies and also all three seasons of atla and all seasons of legend of korra, if i can just figure out how to stream them i’d love to help with that sort of thing also??? ?????

If yes to the above, do you have any specifics in time or day as to when you are available to attend? If no, is there any group activity that you would be interested in participating in (ie, games of some sort)?

bruh i’m down for anything. i’ll have school coming up here this next week but i’ll for the most part be free on the weekends outside of coding and doing schoolwork and hunting bugs. i’m done with class by the evening all during the week too

If you were caught up in a food fight, what food would you throw first?

oh geez... something that wouldn’t hurt? i’d probably just be trying to get out of there asap lmfao

If you could be any mythological beast, which one would you be and why?

DRAGON. NATURALLY. big dumb scaley dog with a big pile of shiny things in a hoard. that me -v-

Top five things that make you happy?

i don’t know about top five! but here’s a few... giving someone something that you’ve thought they’d really like and actually making their day; lazy background music and ambient noises in a place of solitude; chicken tikka masala with rice and naan; drawing silly things; ...pokemon? anything and everything about it?

Share a picture! It could be of your bias, a cute animal, a drawing, a meme, an anime wife—anything you’d like!