#lawful neutral idiot (affectionate)

[kestrelscribe]

Detective Ferven Ardenring, Warder Paladin of the Flameguard. Pyara's punishment upon the rogues of our fair city of Argenclere. Local truth-sworn Devotion paladin of the state religion, the goddess of fire. Maybe a muppet.

(He/him pronouns, binary man)

[ooffmlsorry]

Getting Drunk with One Piece Men

sabo, ace, law, zoro, sanji

A/n: Ngl writing drunk characters is my bread and butter. Idk man. It's just how I am.

Content: gender neutral except female pet names in Zoro's

SABO

Y'all become idiot 1 and idiot 2, honestly you might even fight over who gets to be idiot 1

Koala's so tired of y'all omg this poor woman deserves a vacation from the two of you

You can drink him under the table, he's such a lightweight

I'm so sorry to tell you your man's a wanderer. At least once you're going to turn around and say "where'd Sabo go????" Half of your night might be spent looking for him

Despite being drunk Sabo's still a gentleman, you two are gonna stumble down the street arm and arm, he'll walk on the outside of the sidewalk closer to the street to keep you safe, and he likes getting your drinks for you

He drinks sugary drinks and will have a HORRIBLE hangover in the morning

He's not necessarily an angry drunk but he is a loud argumentative one, when he inevitably wanders off you're going to find him loudly arguing on behalf of the revolution and shit talking the world government to anyone that listens and to anyone who won't

You're also going to give each other increasingly stupid dares and stunts throughout the night

Gets affectionate as the drunkness gets closer to tiredness and then he turns into a cuddly man baby

Y'all also both crash pretty unceremoniously. Hack is going to find you two curled up in a coat closet together with a random dog and a dick drawn on your face???

ACE

two words: GOOFBALL ALERT!! He's unserious normally but when he's drunk unless something really, really bad is going down, don't expect a serious response out of him

So LOUD!!

"Ace, why are you yelling? I'm right here."

"I'M YELLING???"

You're all of his impulse control for the night and if you don't have any either than good luck to Marco...

Will loudly brag about you to anyone who listens. Probably does a toast just because you exist and will probably say something he shouldn't

Please stay near him, he just wants you to be right next to him. If you're a wanderer you're gonna stress him out real bad and he's gonna start spiraling. He's just physically clingy, he's got his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your shoulder, sitting on his lap would make him very happy. -10 personal space.

Lights a shot of liquor on fire and drinks it to impress you. Every. Single. Time.

Speaking of that he repeats SO MANY of the same stories he's told you before

Also wants to dance with you, you've got no option unless you absolutely hate it

Tells you he loves you once every 2 minutes. please say it back. Don't be surprise if he proposes to you a couple of times when he's drunk

Inevitably starts crying...the later it is the more likely it is to happen. Just be prepared to coddle him and be covered in snot before morning.

LAW

First of all, it's gonna take a lot to get this man to actually drink. He's not a fan of being out of control. But he would do it, especially if someone told him he couldn't or told him not to

He also doesn't have the highest tolerance, the fact that he's tall is the only thing saving him from being a lightweight

You know he's drunk because he gets really expressive and talks with his hands a lot more.

I'm telling you this man is going to start talking about his coins. Fucking coins. And Sora. He's gonna out himself as a huge fucking nerd.

He's the most self aware drunk you've ever met. For the entire night he's fully aware of the things he shouldn't be doing/saying and still does them.

"I've had way too much, Y/N-ya. This is going to be awful."

*Gets another drink*

This also includes being all over you. If your relationship was a secret it's not anymore because he can't stop staring at you and keeps finding his way back to your side. And he does this thing where he keeps inspecting your hands and fingers??? He's captivated by them. You think he's trying to hold your hand without looking like he's holding your hand??? But it's kind of unclear????

The more I think about it the more I'm certain that drunk Law turns into a little weirdo.

If you touch him at all he's going to turn into putty, like his face is just gonna look like 🥴

Might start telling you secret dumb thoughts that he has or recalling good memories with Cora.

If Luffy or Kid is there he won't say no to a challenge, he doesn't say no anyway but it's so. much. worse.

He's gonna have to drink enough to put him to sleep or he's going to sober up and recall the horror of what drunk!Law was like

Please act like none of it ever happened. Please.

ZORO

This man is gonna fall asleep.

Can Zoro even get drunk???

Well, hell froze over and he did. Somehow.

Drunk Zoro is surprisingly friendly, he even almost compliments Sanji which is WILD

Like he kind of has something nice to say about everyone worth saying something nice about

There's still something really intimidating about him especially if anyone makes you uncomfortable

Suddenly Zoro can't remember your name and only refers to you as "my girl" or "woman"

Honestly, he can't believe you're actually dating him and he'll tell you several times

Will probably say something like "damn, I keep forgetting how pretty you are. 'S fucking weird."

Teases you a lot. He's like a kid pulling your pigtails because he likes you. As soon as you do it back you're going to get a big reaction out of him though

"OI! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR???"

"NOT SO FUNNY NOW IS IT!!"

He might play fight with you lmao, be prepared to be manhandled because he's rough around the edges but man does he love you

Like I said...this man is inevitably going to fall asleep, hopefully you were done partying by that point because he's not letting go of you. You're stuck. Sorry. You're his new nighttime plushie.

SANJI

Oh Sanji *long sigh*

He thinks he's being smooth but he's boderline incoherent when he's really drunk

He's gonna hype you up!! A LOT!!!!

Probably the most normal drunk because he's already a perv and being drunk doesn't make it that much worse

He can be a little petty though lol, not towards you but you might hear him muttering something here or there

Wants to take a bunch of pictures with you

Unfortunately over half of them are gonna be a blurry mess

Absolutely wants to dance with you

He's not drinking nasty alcohol

Honestly, he's kind of giving Brittany Broski in the sense that depending on what drink he has he's gonna gag

Sidenote: he could theoretically stomach it, Zeff didn't raise no bitch(/j) but why torture him??

So excited you exist??? Like for a moment he's gonna get philosophical and be in complete awe that the two of you exist at the same time and met??? How lucky can he be!!!?

Actually, drunk Sanji gets kind of deep after a while, especially when the two of you are alone

He's not gonna cook drunk. Big no-no. That's a hazard. But if you were drunk and hungry or wanted to sober up he'll make you a cup of coffee and something that doesn't require fire or a lot of knife skills

Would rather whisk you away somewhere quiet to be alone with you after a while. Like, he's not a wanderer per se, but he wants to be alone with you

Leans on you a lot when he's drunk

He might definitely be the little spoon that night, he gets so soft by the end of the night just hold him, okay?

[epithet-beloved]

some Giovanni headcanons would be great. romantic, platonic, or something in between is up to you! He’s just a very caring guy and seems like a great friend to have

DATING GIOVANNI POTAGE HEADCANONS

synopsis… Headcanons on what it’s like to date Giovanni Potage!

ft. Giovanni Potage, the Boys™, Bellatrix “Trixie” Roughhouse (mentioned), Moxie Roughhouse (mentioned), Molly Blyndeff (mentioned)

tags… relationship study, fluff, hurt/comfort, giovanni is an idiot (affectionate), reader is one of Giovanni’s minions, boy used as gender neutrally, epithet erased spoilers, just for moxie’s inclusion cause i love her

word count… 1101

a/n… GIOVANNI POTAGE THE PERFECT MAN too perfect actually give this man more narrative driven flaws ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 What’s it like having literally everyone be jealous of you

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No I’m completely serious???? Giovanni treats you like ROYALTY. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s down HORRENDOUSLY and it shows!!! He doesn’t care for time he’ll profess his undying love for you within a MINUTE of admitting his feelings for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Despite that… the wait for him actually realising his feelings… Agony.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 For so long, he’s convinced you’re just His Favourite Boy (totally platonic) and he does so many wonderful things for you (totally platonic), and he thinks you’re TOTALLY attractive but anyone would think that about someone as lovable as you! (totally absolutely platonic)

“Heh-heh-heeeyyy!!”  Giovanni calls when he sees you approaching.  He meets you halfway, arm swinging around your shoulder and nuzzling into you.  “How’s my favourite boy, huh?!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Without even noticing, he’s affectionate with you. He calls it “practising platonic intimacy” and that you two shouldn’t be afraid of kissing each other’s cheeks or hugging. He does it with the Boys too, but you even more so.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Crusher and Spike are giving you such glaring side eyes.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You have to be perceptive to notice his growing feelings, because he’s totally convinced that what he feels for you is just intense Bromance. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Hear me out thoooo, one day you’re hanging out just the two of you, and Giovanni asks out of the blue if you ever kissed anyone before.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’re of course going WHAT. What could possibly be going through his mind asking that?!

When your eyes widen and jaw drops, it clicks in Giovanni’s head what you’re thinking.  “Agh– Wait!  I meant like… just a quick one on the lips, y’know?  Like… y’ever kissed a friend, just ‘cause?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Oh you know where this is going.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He admits to you that he never kissed anyone on the lips before.  He just wants to see what it’s like – and he trusts you!  You’re his favourite boy after all.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So you kissed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And oh boy it’s like a freight train hits him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You pull away and he’s beet red, staring up at you, nearly curling in on himself as he just makes a face of awe.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He tells you then and there he thinks he’s in love with you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Ugh he’s everything.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He loves taking you to family events!  You’re dating now, so you’re practically family!! They’re all important to him, so it’s pretty much law for you to get along before things continue.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His moms are shocked he has a partner, even informing you to your face that they never thought it would happen. They approve of you though, and you’re welcome around anytime as long no funny business occurs! 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Trixie nearly went to join the ghosts when they found out their cousin has a partner. Like that just doesn’t compute in their head.  Later, they pull you aside and asks you if you’ve been tricked, if it’s just so people think Giovanni has game, basically confirming with you that you and Giovanni are a thing. Passed away peacefully when you say it’s all true.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Moxie is also a protective one.  Makes a beeline to you when you’re alone and starts interrogating.

“Whaddya want with Giovanni!?”  The girl hisses with crossed arms.  You don’t know what you did to set her off…  “Ya better not hurt him!  Dude’s sensitive!” You shake your head, put off by her aggression.  “I don’t want to hurt him!  Promise!” Moxie squints, and does the ‘I’m watching you’ action before turning on her heel and rejoining the group.  You heave a sigh of relief.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’d ask about Moxie later to Giovanni, and to your surprise, he seems to dance around the topic.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s only later in your relationship does he admit to you this is his first time dating someone for real.  He relays a story that he got asked out to a high school dance just as a joke, and got ditched.  Moxie was the one to spend the night with him in their stuffy suit and dress their parents forced them into at some local gas station.  That’s why she’s so protective. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He tells you that it’s probably the first time that he wondered if something is wrong with him, if he’s too focused on being his most authentic self that people just don’t like it – like him. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Promise the guy that you love him for who he is.  He’ll be devoted to you indelibly from then on.

“Y-Yo,” Giovanni nervously laughs as you embrace him gently after his story.  You hear him sniff, as if trying his hardest to look cool and unaffected by the past event.  “I’m over it now, y’know?  It’s been years.” You pull him closer to you and pet his hair, Giovanni almost melts.  “No.  No one should treat my favourite boy like that.” Giovanni honestly believes he fell in love all over again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s after that point that Giovanni truly feels like he’s loved, and you’re not just taking pity on him by being with him.  He knows you love him, and he knows he loves you too.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ENOUGH RELATIONSHIP PROGRESSION LET’S GET INTO THE GOOD STUFF

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You and him are basically Molly’s surrogate parents.  Don’t be surprised if she accidentally refers to you with a parental title.  She’ll be mortified, but laugh it off and pet her head and she breathes a sigh of relief.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Call him Vonni.  Gio is the nickname his friends normally use for him, but Vonni just feels so much fuzzier in his insides.  Melts him every time.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s also weak when you call him ‘boss’; do that and he’ll be at your beck and call, like a good boss should be!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 LOVES taking you out to the mall just to try on cute clothes, get your nails done, or doing cool guy things like loitering in front of a truck.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Listen to me.  I am speaking directly in your ear.  The biggest of all the great Giovanni Potage’s weaknesses?  Play with his little scruff of beard when you kiss.  Do that and you’ll send him straight to Epithet Jesus.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Dates include finding a snail on the path and just staring at it as it travels along and also you’re holding hands so it’s intimate.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I KNOW this man has a wikipedia addiction.  He’s your best bet for trivia night because he just has knowledge in the weirdest places because he keeps going on wikipedia dives.  You’re a dynamic duo of useless knowledge.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Overall, your relationship is just the sweetest thing.  Don’t tell anyone, but he secretly fantasises about opening a bistro and restaurant with you someday in the future.  When he’s committed, trust and believe he commits.  

[pridewon]

CHARACTER INTERVIEW

BASICS  !

NAME . Tetsurô Kuroo. NICKNAME . Some childhood friends he has fallen out of touch with and Kenma’s parents used to call him Tetsu-kun (Kenma’s parents still do). Kenma has always called him “Kuro”, and Bokuto (affectionately) sometimes calls him “stupid cat” - a favour Kuroo gladly repays, with the owl edition of the name. Some mean-spirited tongues sometimes venture to calling him “rooster head”, and generally live to regret it. AGE .  18 (in 2012) / 28 (in 2022). PROFESSION . 3rd year highschool student at Nekoma High (2012) / Sports Promoter at the Japanese Volleyball Association (2022).

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY .  lawful / CHAOTIC / GOOD / neutral / evil / true . RELIGION .  Atheist. SINS .  GREED / GLUTTONY / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath . VIRTUES .  chastity / charity / DILIGENCE / humility / kindness / PATIENCE / justice . KNOWN LANGUAGES . Japanese, pretty fluent in English. SECRETS . Tetsurô used to suffer from pretty severe social anxiety as a child - going as far as exhibiting selective mutism. Kenma may think he has forgotten (and perhaps a part of him prefers that Kenma thinks that), but he hasn’t - not really. He has largely addressed and resolved his issues today, but unfamiliar crowds and groups still make him nervous. He has just become very, very good at hiding it. // Tetsurô’s mother walked out on the family when he was eight, and his father gave up on looking for her after week, even months of frantic search. For a long time, Tetsurô didn’t ask questions out loud... but shortly before graduating from college, he did some digging around. As of 2022, both he and his sister (who joined in his efforts) know where Nami lives, and have a rough idea of what she does, but have never made contact with her. 

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD .  scrawny / bony / SLENDER / FIT / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average . HEIGHT . 188cm / 189.5cm.

SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS . No notable scars - all the ones he gathered from volleyball have long healed and faded. Sports a few moles on his back that he monitors because you can never be too careful, but he doesn’t think about them that much.

ABILITIES  /  POWERS . Wasn’t nicknamed “the scheming captain” for nothing. Master manipulator with a knack for provocation and moving people into action by taunting them. Strategist to his core. A great communicator, silver-tongued and charismatic who can convince pretty much anyone to do anything for him before they even realise they have been roped into his antics. Also a great teacher who easily identifies what motivates and interests people, and a good leader. Fairly decent bass player. Definitely a member of the super volleyball idiots club. RESTRICTIONS . Can overstep boundaries when thinking he’s only playfully taunting others. Easily comes across as a bit of a bastard who does nothing without an ulterior motive or agenda. Very good at making enemies.

FAVORITES !

FOOD . Grilled salted mackerel. DRINK .  Fresh lemonade. PIZZA TOPPING . Anchovies. COLOR . Reds, blacks and greys. MUSIC GENRE . All of them. Kind of. He has very eclectic tastes in music, and likes to be introduced to various bands and artists, rather than attaching himself to a single or a couple of genres. He does have a bit of a soft spot for blues and jazz, but he’ll listen to almost anything.  BOOK GENRE . Biographies and popular science books. He doesn’t read much fiction - he doesn’t have much time to read, so when he does, he likes to learn something as he does. He goes through little periods of interest in a specific subjects, and will only read about that one thing for three months, before deciding he knows enough and finding a new topic to explore. MOVIE GENRE . A big fan of documentaries for the same reason, but will watch almost anything as long as it’s good. CURSE WORD .  “Dammit”. SCENTS . Plants, coffee, fresh laundry.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP . Why not both. SINGS IN THE SHOWER . When he’s in a particularly good mood. LIKES PUNS . When well executed, puns are one of the greatest forms of comedy.

[calicoconstellation]

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❥・🎨 ❛ The Calico Constellation ❜

We are the Calico Constellation, an odd lil family of nonhumans who share a physical body. We are primarily a traumagenic UDD system with a couple endogenic median headmates. Collectively: Calico or Cali

❥・🐾 Quick info

・Collectively uses all pronouns

・An adult

・ADHD autistic synesthete

・Physically disabled

❥・🌈 Identities

・Plural system

・Queer as fuck

・Transpecies & alterhuman

❥・🎶 Boundaries

・Treat us as separate people

・Do not debate us on our existence

・Do not debate us on syscourse

・Respect our individual boundaries

⋆＊⋆ ˚°•̩̩͙⋆✩⋆•̩̩͙°˚ ⋆＊⋆ ˚°•̩̩͙⋆✩⋆•̩̩͙°˚ ⋆＊⋆

❥・💖 ❛ Evren Fae ❜

❛ The most anxious ball of fluff I’ve ever met (affectionate) ❜ -Jace

❥・🌈 Quick info

・Any pronouns (neos and it/its preferred)

・Nonhuman shapeshifter

・Circus performer and theatre kid

・Collects and is obsessed with alpaca stuffies

❥・🫧 Identities

・Genderqueer trans enboy

・Ace and some shade of gay

・Toothless fictionkind

・ Luz Noceda fictionkind

・Alpacalink

・Winged cat therian

❥・☁️ Boundaries

・Always ask to touch unless close

・Ask once before using petnames

・Don’t use the tone tags “/nm” or “/npa” with me please, it triggers paranoia

❀ ~ ♡ ~ ❁ ~ ♡ ~ ✿ ~ ♡ ~ ❀ ~

❥・🦋 ❛ Saffron ❜

❛ The definition of a cottagecore lesbian ❜ -Fae

❥・🌼 Quick info

・She/her and petal/petals pronouns

・An elf angel

・Obsessed with flowers and nature

・Loves yoga and mindfulness

❥・🧚🏻‍♀️ Identities

・Woman

・Lesbian

・Faekind

・Has many clicks - feel free to ask!

❥・🕊 Boundaries

・Okay with petnames

・Ask once before touching

・Uncomfy with medical terms, please don’t medicalize

・Don’t use the tone tags “/nm” or “/npa” with me please, it triggers paranoia

♤ — ♡ — ♢ — ♧ — ♤ — ♡

❥・🐾 ❛ Jace ❜

❛ His DND alignment is true neutral. Not because he’s ever nuetral on anything, but because he switches between every extreme so rapidly none of us can keep track ❜ -Fae

❥・🍬 Quick info

・He/him pronouns

・Catlike demon boy

・Proud protector and caretaker

・Enjoys cleaning, looking after others, and philosophical questions

❥・🎃 Identities

・Agender

・Aroace

・Black cat hearted

❥・🕸 Boundaries

・Do not touch

・Do not petname

・Only headmates get to call me nicknames

･｡ﾟ. ✧ : . ☽｡ﾟ✧ﾟ: . ☽｡ﾟ✧ﾟ: .･

❥・🌙 ❛ Catra ❜

❛ I’m the catboy girlboss from your nightmares ❜ -Catra

❥・🐾 Quick info

・He/she pronouns, alternating

・Spiritual Catra fictive

・Extremely passionate

・I don’t do respectability politics. Get over it.

・I love talking about my homeworld, feel free to ask me stuff

❥・💫 Identities

・Bigender tranny

・Demi-aroace dyke

❥・🔥 Boundaries

・No touch

・No petnames

・Don’t disrespect my spiritual beliefs

・Don’t separate me from my source to make me less “problematic”

・Do tell me if you think I’m hot, it’ll make my day

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❥・⚔️ ❛ Adora ❜

❛ You’re such an idiot <3 ❜ -Catra

❥・🦄 Quick info

・Any pronouns just not it/its

・Lawful good

・Loves horses and swords

・Still figuring out this whole system thing

❥・🗡 Identities

・Lesbian

・Girl…?

❥・❤️‍🔥 Boundaries

・Ask once before using petnames

・Always ask to touch

・Not comfortable answering personal questions

꒷꒦︶꒦︶꒷︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒦︶꒷︶

❥・👑 ❛ King Rexie ❜

❛ My sunshine <3 ❜ -Fae

❥・🌟 Quick info

・He/him pronouns

・King Clawthorne fictive

・Syskid

・Loves royal aesthetics and Pokémon

・Extremely extroverted

❥・🐾 Identities

・Fox therian

・Boy but in a nonhuman way

❥・🏰 Boundaries

・Okay with petnames

・Always ask to touch unless close

・Not comfortable answering personal questions

꒷︶꒷꒦ ₓ ˚. ୭ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ୧ .˚ ₓ ︶꒷꒦

❥・☀️ ❛ Summer ❜

❛ my little sister!! <3 ❜ -Rexie

❥・🧸 Quick info

・ Goes by Summer, Sunny, and Honey

・Testing out pronouns

・Nonverbal and nonscribble

・Syskid

❥・🌻 Identities

・Grizzlybear-hearted

・Vee fictionkind

・Not quite human..?

・Shrugs

❥・🐻 Boundaries

・Nicknames welcome

・Ask every time before using petnames

・Ask every time before touching

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[nalgenewhore]

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

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The ride from the palace to downtown Perranth was smooth and quiet. Elide sat in the back, feeling calm. She drummed her nails against her thigh, staring out the window as lush forests faded into sleek buildings and towering skyscrapers.

Her citizens lined the sidewalks as the motorcade passed, all smiling and waving. She smiled as well, waving even though they wouldn’t be able to see her through the tinted windows. The partition rolled down and a familiar voice asked, “Excited for the show, Miss Lochan?” 

“Oh my gods, Ress!” she yelled, for once staying in her seat. Elide smiled widely, tears lining her eyes when his kind gaze met hers in the rearview mirror. 

“Good afternoon, milady.” 

“Oh, I- I missed you,” Elide said, reaching forward to pat his shoulder. Ress took a hand off the wheel, resting it overs hers and squeezing tightly. “I feel like it’s all my fault and I’m sorry–” 

“Elide, please, don’t worry yourself,” he insisted, taking his hand away to hold the wheel as the car turned a corner. “I needed a break. You know, you might try it sometime, I think you’d rather like it.” 

She rolled her eyes and sat back, carefully wiping her eyes. “Not even five minutes and you’re already telling me what to do.” 

Ress laughed, slowing down in front of the parliament building, “That’s my job, Elide. Telling you what to do.” 

She laughed again, so inordinately happy to have her friend back. “And- and you’re ok now? You- you’re ok?” 

He gave her a sad smile, his eyes flickering, “I’m getting there.” Ress went to open the door so he could open hers, but Elide had another question. 

“Ress, what about us? Are we- are we friends again? Can we be friends again?” 

He grinned warmly, nodding slightly, “I’d love that.” 

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Ress escorted her through the back halls, pushing away the few desperate gossip columnists who had managed to evade the other security measures. 

He pushed away one young man who lunged at Elide with a voice recorder. When the bodyguard chasing after him finally caught him, he said, “I’m sorry, sir, he just slipped past.” 

Ress cut him a hard look, suddenly fitting the imposing title of his job. Elide tucked herself behind him, giving the eager reporter an uneasy look. “If this happens again, you’ll answer to Miss Ennar, got it?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good, now get him out of my sight.” 

The bodyguard nodded and hauled the young man away. Ress sighed, turning to Elide, “You ok?” 

She smiled, nodding, “Of course.” Elide slipped her hands around his elbow, nudging him with her hip, “So bossy, Mr. Freiberg.” Ress rolled his eyes, swiftly showing her through the rest of the building. 

“So, you excited for the last of the announcements?” 

Elide sighed, rolling her eyes, “Gods, yes. I really don’t know why I couldn’t just write a nice little statement to release to the public.” 

Ress snorted, pressing on his earpiece to listen to the comms. After a moment, he nodded, “Copy that.” He turned back to her, “Miss Ennar tells me we need to pick up the pace.” Elide smiled, speeding up to a brisk pace, her heels clicking smartly over the polished floors. “And the reason why you can’t just release a pretty statement is because you had two events for the elites and none for the citizens. Wouldn’t want the rabble to get jealous.” 

Elide laughed again, slapping his arm, “Stop it. You know how I love the peasants.” 

They sniped at each other, wide smiles on their faces until they reached the last hallway. Ress stopped, letting go of her, “This is where we part.” 

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck for a moment, “I missed you.” He hugged her back. 

“I missed you too, El.” 

The door at the end of the hallway opened and they parted. Fenrys popped his head in, the easygoing smile on his face freezing, “El- Ress? You- you’re… back?” 

Elide blinked, stepping away from her bodyguard. He was completely still, trying to keep his face neutral, “Yep. Got back yesterday.” 

Elide stared at Fenrys as he bobbed his head, something like a mix of panic and pain in his eyes, “That’s- that’s cool. Um, did- did you enjoy your… vacation?” 

“Um, yeah, I guess,” Ress said quietly. He flicked his eyes to Elide, nodding once, “You have a thing to do. Best get to it.” He flashed her a small smile, flashing the same one to Fenrys before he walked off to convene with the other security detail personnel. 

Elide stared after his retreating form in shock. It was only when Fenrys cleared his throat that she startled out of her stupor. She blinked again, making her way down the hall to him, “So… you and Ress?” 

He nodded, his smile not reaching his eyes, “We can talk later, but we do have an adoring public waiting to see us, so…” He offered her his hand, his fingers shaking. Fenrys’ voice broke slightly, “Please?” 

Elide took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Of course, Fen.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+* 

They walked out onto the stage, smiling warmly at the crowd. Elide tried to let go of Fenrys’ hand, but he gripped hers semi-desperately and his face was tight. She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, giving him an encouraging smile, “Hon, you have to let go now. I have a speech.” 

He shook his head slightly, “I can go with you.” 

Elide smiled softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek and cup the other, her thumb stroking over his cheekbone, “Fen, you have to let go. Later, we’ll binge our favourite movies and cry about your pathetic love life.” 

Fenrys chuckled, albeit tearfully, “We don’t get to cry about yours?” 

Tossing her glossy locks over her shoulders, Elide asked, “What’s there to cry about? My fiancé is the prettiest boy in town and I’m a future duchess.” She cupped his face, tilting his head down to kiss his brow, “I will be right back. Go sit with Ro or even Lorcan, he seems like a nice person to wallow in sadness with.” 

Fenrys smiled, nodding and finally stepping back. He did indeed choose to sit next to Lorcan instead of Rowan and she watched them talk quietly for a moment. Lorcan even slung his arm around Fenrys’ neck, pulling him into an affectionate headlock. He said something else, his lips moving. Then, he kissed the top of Fenrys’ head and her friend smiled, reaching up to pat Lorcan’s cheek gently. 

Surprises upon surprises. 

+*+*+*+*+*+* 

Fenrys moved, but his shoulder stayed pressed against Lorcan’s. They both watched Elide as she stepped up to the podium. Lorcan drank in the sight of her, from the tip of her nose to the carpeted ground beneath her feet. 

He dragged his eyes up her again, watching her lips move but not hearing a thing. His gaze snagged on her mouth, his blood pumping a little bit faster when her tongue licked over her lips. Lorcan breathed out, muttering a prayer in his mother tongue. “Creator save me from myself.” 

Lorcan focused his gaze on the podium, looking at the wooden grain. But, all too soon, his eyes slid back to her. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Goddess-like. Elide looked completely in her element and he would worship the ground she stood on in her lavender, rounded-toe pumps if she asked it of him. 

When she spoke, her shoulders were down, her spine straight. Elide smiled occasionally, pausing when people clapped. 

He was still staring, no doubt looking like a fool, when Elide turned neatly, gesturing to Fenrys. Fenrys stood, walking over to join her. They addressed the public and Lorcan felt someone kicking his chair. He looked over his shoulder, “What, Maeve?” 

“You look like a lovesick idiot,” she hissed, crossing her arms tightly. Lorcan rolled his eyes and looked forward again. 

He held back his smile when a group of small children approached the couple, carrying a bouquet between them. Elide crouched, as did Fenrys, but Lorcan looked at her face. She was smiling so warmly as she tucked her hair beneath her ear. Elide accepted the flowers, pressing her nose into the biggest one. It was white and it was only because of his sister Sadirah’s adoration for all flowers that he could name it as a gardenia. 

Lorcan looked up at the adults chaperoning the children. They were wearing matching uniforms and it hit him that these were wards of the province of Perranth. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to Elide, to her face, when she noticed as well. Her eyes filled with tears and Lorcan fisted his hands at his sides, biting his cheek hard enough that blood bloomed over his tongue, all in the hopes that he would stop himself from pulling her away and holding her close, just so that he could make her feel better. 

His aunt scoffed from behind him, “Orphans. Look how good our esteemed duchess is, using defenseless children to pander to the public.” 

“Elide wouldn’t do that. She’s not like that.” 

If Lorcan weren’t so distracted by her, by the being that Elide was, he would’ve held his tongue. But, of course, he couldn’t and he was too distracted to note the dangerous gleam that glowed in Maeve’s eyes. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“What is this?” Aelin asked, picking up the file Elide dropped on her desk. 

“It’s- it’s a proposal.” Elide dragged her hands through her hair, pacing the carpet in her office. Ever since they had arrived back at the palace, she had holed herself up in her office, working it all out. “I had Lysandra help me with the old laws and stuff, but I wrote it. I wrote a proposal.”

“For…?” Her cousin looked amused, “Are you high again, Ellie?” 

“No! No, I am not high,” Elide said, gesturing wildly to the papers, “It’s the orphans- the state wards. I was talking to the caregivers about the house they live in and it’s not enough. It’s- it’s not big enough and they need more resources. Parliament has been slowly taking away their funding for years, allocating the taxes to other things!” 

Aelin hummed, nodding, “Ok, like what?” 

Elide gestured to the file. The sleeve of her hoodie slipped and she quickly pulled it back down, not wanting Aelin to see the scratches. She knew if her cousin saw them, she would beat herself up over it forever. 

Aelin flipped through the pages, narrowing her eyes, “Maintenance… for the Perranth Mountain Manor.” She flipped through more, sitting up straighter. “What, is this really real?” 

Elide laughed breathlessly and nodded, “Yeah. It’s at the disposal of the members of parliament. Mainly a winter vacation home.” 

“So you want to, what? Take away the funding, give it back to the orphanage?” 

“No, no, I want to turn the manor into their home. Can we do that?” 

The queen stood up, positively beaming as she raced around the desk to hug Elide, “Oh my gods, yes! Yes, yes, we can do that. This is- it’s brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.” The smaller woman smiled, pressing her face into Aelin’s shoulder. For a while, they just stood there, the hug washing away any animosity, all ill-will between them. Aelin gently stroked Elide’s hair, whispering, “I’m sorry, my darling.” Elide made a noise to protest the need for an apology, but Aelin shushed her, “No, no, please, let me apologise. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. It’s- it’s not your fault. And I know you’re trying as well, I know that.” 

Elide sniffled, hugging Aelin more tightly still. The golden-haired woman kissed the side of her head, whispering softly, “I can’t imagine how you’re still standing with everything that’s happened. I am so proud of you and to call you my cousin. Your parents would be too.” 

All Elide could do was hold her even tighter and pray that it was true. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“They’ll like it,” Fenrys insisted. He watched Elide with increasingly concerned eyes as she paced incessantly in front of the closed doors of the parliament room in the palace. 

“They’ll love it,” Lysandra agreed, smiling warmly. 

She chewed on her bottom lip, picking off pieces of skin from her chapped lips. “No, they won’t. They’ll- it’s some silly idea. I just want to help, you know? But they’re all in these positions for power. None of them want any real change.” 

Elide knew these men, had grown up with them as the influencing adults in her life. Luckily, she had Aelin, and Rowan, and Finnula, so she had never fallen into their crowd or been weak enough to succumb under their pressures. 

She wasn’t hopeful, so for the next half-an-hour, Elide stared at the doors, as if she could see and hear through them. 

Finally, they opened, and out stepped Rowan, his face impassive. Scarily impassive. Like Elide had lost. 

“So?” 

Rowan smiled, nodding. Elide stared at him in shock, barely noting the dirty looks the parliament members threw her as they all filed out of the room. “It’s passed. The Perranth Mountain Manor will now be home to the wards of the province.” She laughed, launching herself at him. 

“Oh my gods, I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “I was sure they would shut it down.” Elide laughed again, stepping back from Rowan when Aelin walked out next to… Lorcan. Aelin even had her hand tucked into his elbow. Elide nodded politely, dismissing him as quickly as she could. 

Aelin slid up to her, slipping her arm around Elide’s waist, “I was just thanking Lorcan, Ellie.” Elide glared at her cousin, knowing that she was up to something Elide didn’t think she would like. 

She decided to play along, ignoring the heating of her cheeks, “Really? Whatever for?” 

“Well, he adored your proposal.” 

“He did?” Elide looked up at Lorcan, for the first time in over twenty-four hours. He looked good. Really good. Gods. “You did?” 

He nodded his head serenely, once, “I read through it - you’re quite talented.” 

She blushed further, murmuring her thanks, “Thank you. It’s what I went to school for.” Elide looked at Aelin, begging her to come up with some reason for them to leave. She didn’t know what to do with the feeling growing in her chest. It was something like… pleasure. In knowing he was impressed by it. Elide didn’t know what to do with it. 

“Well, we haven’t eaten all day and I’ve barely had any time with my cousin dear, so, gents, enjoy yourselves. The ladies and I have things to do, places to be,” Aelin declared, theatrically turning and prancing away. 

Huffing a light chuckle, Lysandra said a quick good-bye to follow Aelin. Rowan and Fenrys suddenly found better places to be. 

Lorcan tapped his toe into the ground, awkwardly lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck, “I should, um, go with the boys. Fen wants to do some bachelor thing, I dunno.”

She gave him a halfway comfortable smile, “Well, have fun. I should make sure Aelin hasn’t done any pyrotechnics or whatnot.” He laughed quietly, the low, rumbling sound sending a giddy feeling racing through her, but only this time, Elide didn’t attempt to quash it. Lorcan nodded, going to turn. 

Elide’s hand shot out, gripping his bicep, “Wait, can you…” 

He turned back, looking down at her with a curious expression, “Yes?” 

She looked over at Fenrys and then back at Lorcan, “Can you make sure he’s ok? He saw Ress today and I just… I want to make sure he’s ok. He put on a brave face and made some joke, but I know him better than that.” Elide dropped her hand, now feeling self-conscious, “I hope I know him better than that.” She groaned, knowing she was making it more complicated than it was. “Please, just… take care of him.” 

Lorcan said, “Of course I will, Elide.” With another serene nod, he was gone, going to join Rowan and Fenrys. 

Elide stood there in shock. She realised it was the first time he had ever called her ‘Elide’. And, oh, how she loved hearing her name roll off his tongue. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan sighed as he walked, his head hanging low and his hands in his pockets. He had put on some random playlist, not really paying any attention to it before he left his rooms. 

He felt like he couldn’t breathe inside the palace. He didn’t belong in there, didn’t belong on the throne. 

Maeve always told him his father had always fought to have custody and that his mother was the problem, always blocking his attempts. But the truth was that his father had never wanted to be a father. He and his sisters were split between two people, with one who didn’t even really want them. 

They had split custody because Odette had insisted on it, but his father stuck them in a prestigious boarding school for the months he had them. They never saw him except for the occasional holidays they were given when they flew to Perranth. 

Lorcan had spent those visits comforting his sisters as they cried for home. Cillian had wanted nothing to do with them and though Lorcan had never taken it personally, he knew his father was an ass, he had held grudges for his sisters. 

It was because of that that Lorcan hadn’t told them that he had gone, had sat next to his father on his deathbed. But, he had left. The day after his father died, he had left. Hadn’t gone to the funeral and hadn’t spoken a word of his whereabouts to either of his sisters, not even his mother. 

Lorcan walked along a gravel path, looking up at the moon. He thought about his sisters and how they were doing. He chuckled a bit, recalling fondly how angry Aneha had been that he was even thinking about pursuing the title. They were so alike in that way, in their anger, that she hadn’t even said good-bye when he packed up the last of the boxes in his townhouse. 

But the moment he had opened the cab door, she had come hurtling out of the house and crashing into him. “I love you, idiot,” she had muttered in Ozuye*. Aneha had pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and had tucked a beaded medicine wheel into his pocket before leaving. 

Then, Sadirah had approached him, apprehension in her dark eyes, “Be smart. This guilt is not your burden alone, Lorcan.” 

Lorcan swallowed, missing his family and his home. He wished he could close his eyes and when he opened them, that he would be in his mother’s kitchen, sitting on a stool with Aneha and Sadirah beside him because they had all been banned from the kitchen ages ago. There would be warm, hearty laughter filling every nook and cranny of the home as they conversed in their native tongue, as Odette and Sadirah worked in the kitchen. His grandmother, Čantéwaštéwin, would be around somewhere too, fondly nagging them all. 

He dug his phone out, itching to call them and tell them he made a mistake, to tell them he’d be on the first flight home. Just as he began typing the number, the gravel skittered behind him and Lorcan turned, spying Bear. 

The dog wagged her tail, loping up to him and bumping her snout into him. “Hey, Bear,” Lorcan said, idly scratching her ears. “Where’s Elide, huh? Where is she?” 

He peered into the darkness, waiting for the petite woman to come running after her escape artist of a dog, but there was nothing, no one. “Elide, come on,” he called out, hoping she would hear him. “I got Bear, where you at?” 

The night remained dead silent and Lorcan sighed through his nose, looking down at the dog who tilted her head to the side, “Are you out here all alone, Bear?” Bear barked softly, thumping her tail against his leg. Lorcan chuckled, “I guess I’ll walk you back, c’mon, girl.” 

He patted his thigh and set off back to the palace. Bear followed him immediately, practically prancing next to him. Lorcan smiled and soon enough, he was opening the door to let Bear in. “I bet you had a fun adventure,” he commented, not even noticing that he was talking to a dog.

The pair passed a couple members of the staff finishing up their tasks before they themselves went to bed, but soon enough, Lorcan was walking up to Elide’s rooms. 

As he approached, he heard hushed voices from inside the door whispering harshly, “We can’t go out, we’re high, it’ll be so suspicious. Like, no one just goes on night walks, Aelin!” 

Lorcan swallowed his laughter. 

“But Bear’s gone! She- the dog is gone, Ellie,” that was Aelin. “We have to find her.” 

“But how? Like… how, it’s, like, so dark outside, you know? It’s, like, nighttime!” 

Deciding to put them out of their misery, Lorcan knocked on the door. Elide quickly hissed at Aelin to be quiet before she cracked the door open, “Hello, may we be of assistance to thee, good sir?” 

“You’re fucking baked, sweetheart,” Lorcan said, a slow smile playing on his lips. 

Elide shook her head, her eyes half closed and red, “I am not. I don’t do drugs. And marijuana is legal, Mr. Salvaterre.” Aelin snickered behind her, dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Anyways, we have things to do. Let us pass.” 

Lorcan shook his head, “I was outside on a… night walk,” Elide’s eyes widened comically large, “and I found someone.” He moved to the side, revealing Bear who shot past him through the door. 

Elide gasped, “Oh my gods! You found her, that’s my dog.” She crouched down, sliding her hands into her soft, soft and thick fur. “Oh, bubba, I missed you! Yes, I did, oh, you’re so soft, Aelin, she’s so soft.” Elide looked back up at Lorcan, “This is Bear, she’s mine. My Bear.”

“Yeah, I know. She tackled me, remember?” 

“Oh, yeah,” she said, drawing out the syllables. Then, she frowned, looking more adorable than anyone had a right to, and stood up, “You told me to eat shit and die. That wasn’t very nice.”

“After you told me to fuck off and go fuck myself,” Lorcan countered. 

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “I did! That’s right, I did say that.” 

Elide’s eyes became hazier and Lorcan smiled, nodding towards her room, “I think you should stay in your room, sweet- Elide.” His cheeks burned and he thanked the gods she was too high to notice. “Elide, you should go hang out in your room, yeah? Hug your dog, order food, do normal high people things. Don’t go outside.” 

“I like it.” 

“Yeah, I like being high too,” he said, but Elide was shaking her head. 

“No, well, yes, I like weed, but I like it when you say my name,” she said with a gentle grin, her nose crinkling, “You usually call me ‘sweetheart’.” 

“And what do you think of ‘sweetheart’?” 

She shrugged, making a face. But then, then Elide fucking beamed and he had to remember to breathe with her smiling at him like that, “I like it, but you’re always making fun of me. I don’t like that that much. It’s not nice to make fun.” 

Lorcan smiled, bowing exaggeratedly, “I would never dare make fun of thee, sweetheart.” 

Elide smiled again, “Gods, go already, stupid.” She waved her fingers, her eyes soft and open, “Good night, Lorcan.” 

“Good night, Elide.” 

He would remember the look on her face for a long while after this night. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“You are a genius, my heart.” 

Maeve smiled, sipping from her wine glass. She crossed her right leg over her left, extending her arm out to Vernon. He was such an easy man to toy with, she thought as he took her hand and brushed a wet kiss to her slim, graceful fingers. 

She chuckled into her glass, drinking deeply to hide her shudder. Maeve sighed, looking out over the balcony. The glittering lights of Perranth excited her and she dampened for a moment before she remembered who she was fighting against. Elide Lochan wasn’t strong enough to handle her. 

Her glass was empty when she put it down, and Vernon picked up the wine bottle, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous, “More?” He was already pouring before she could say no, but thankfully, her phone rang. 

“I will be right- oh. It’s Lorcan,” she said, sitting back down. Maeve held a finger to her lips as she accepted the call and pressed the phone to her ear, “Lorcan, dear. How are you, feeling better?” 

“I want out. I don’t want this anymore, any of it. Let Elide have it, she’s the better fit.” 

Maeve pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes, “Lorcan, you need to think about this. Think of all we worked for, everything we sacrificed. Are you really willing to let that go for some girl?” 

Her nephew cursed in his first language, “Fuck, Maeve, she is not some girl. She’s Elide. This is her birthright and she has worked her entire life for this.”

“Oh,” Maeve purred. 

“Oh, what? Spit it out.” 

“You love her,” she commented, smiling wickedly. “The little lady of Perranth has stolen that wicked heart of yours, hasn’t she?” 

Lorcan answered, his voice slow, “No. I do not love–”

“Please, don’t lie to me. It’s unbecoming of you, nephew,” interrupted Maeve. “You do realise, right?” 

“Realise what?” 

“That she will never love you back, Lorcan,” she said. Maeve wanted to keep her voice blunt, but something, probably the shrivelled husk of her conscience, made her soften the blow. Made her stand up from the terrace table and walk into the living room of her lavish apartment. “Lorcan, even if she never loves Fenrys, Elide will never allow herself to admit that she loves you.” 

On the other end of the line, Lorcan remained dead silent. The only indication that he hadn’t hung up was slow, too-even breathing. “Lorcan?” 

“Creator above, shut the fuck up, Maeve! You don’t get to act like you care about me or my feelings now. Just- end it. I won’t fucking do it, I refuse to take the throne. Good luck finding another fucking heir.” 

Without another word, he hung up and Maeve blinked, looking down at her phone. Then, she cackled, her head tilting back. The door opened behind her and Vernon stepped in, “Is everything alright?” 

She turned to him, still laughing hysterically, “They’re- they’re going to ruin themselves! All by themselves! We don’t even have to do anything, darling.” Maeve swept towards him, tossing her phone onto the couch. 

Elide and Lorcan would burn themselves and everything around them and nobody even had to try. How beautiful would their story be if they were not fated to be a tragedy. 

And what a beautiful tragedy it was.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

an: well.....that happened. anyhoozles, i have some things to say ! 

*ozuye is a lakota word meaning warrior, which i thought was fitting for lorcan's tribe name

here are some even more cool links:

this will give you a base understanding of what the medicine wheel means to the lakota ! the medicine wheel is a sacred symbol used widely across turtle island (north america) by native tribes, but is mainly used by plains natives ! (Blackfoot, Arapaho, Assiniboine, Cheyenne, Comanche, Crow, Gros Ventre, Kiowa, Lakota, Lipan, Plains Apache (or Kiowa Apache), Plains Cree, Plains Ojibwe, Sarsi, Nakoda (Stoney), and Tonkawa)

and this will tell you about the significance of beading to lakota people !! the lakota nation is not the only nation that beads, but since i write lorcan as lakota, it's what i focus on :)

if u were wondering, neither of lorcan's sisters names are related to the lakota tribe - they are modified from constellations <3

i hope you enjoyed and if you have any questions or critique as i am white and the furthest thing from an expert, *please* let me know !! i will do what i can to help you or modify anything that needs to be changed

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Naruto, One Piece, and Free Match-Up Request

May I request another match-up but for Free, One Piece, and Naruto this time? :) Here’s all my info once more!

Name: Corethra (or Corey for short)

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Hand Packer at an ice cream factory. I work 12 hours (5:30pm to 6am) on a rotating schedule.

Birthplace: Memphis, TN, USA. I was raised in the neighborhood called Frayser which is the most impoverished area in Memphis and has a high crime rate as expected.

Zodiac Sign: Pisces (born March 2) My full birth chart can be found here

Enneagram: 5w6

Chinese Zodiac: Year Of The Pig

MBTI Type: INFJ

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Love Language: Acts Of Service

Race/Ethnicity: African-American

Height: 4'11 (Call me short and I’ll kick your butt!)

Body Type/Shape: Average but well developed figure at best. I weigh about 158 lbs and am pretty insecure about my body. I also have really bad scars on my left arm from being bitten by a dog.

Hair Color/Style: Black and naturally curly but I keep it flat-ironed so it’s straight. It’s long and goes down to just below my shoulder blades. There are times when I will have braids put in of various lengths.

Glasses or No?: Yes I wear glasses

Eye Color: Brown

Dress Style: I usually dress up in a casual way, just throwing on whatever looks good at the time but I will sometimes put in the effort when the time calls for it or when I’m in a good mood. I have an affinity for the punk, emo, and goth styles and I rarely wear feminine clothes but I will wear something risky every once in a while.

Hobbies/Interests: Video games, reading, writing, anime, internet surfing, listening to music, politics (sometimes), watching movies/TV shows, basically being an overall nerd. I’m usually either on my laptop or one of my many video game consoles if I’m not on my phone or reading one of my books.

Dislikes: Ignorance, stupidity, restriction, manipulation/gas-lighting, bullying, humanity, not being understood, corruption/injustice, close-mindedness

Personality: At first glance, I seem quiet and keep to myself, only speaking when I need to or when I’m spoken to. I’m an anti-social introvert to the fullest and don’t care much for small talk or going out. I prefer to have deeper conversations. When I get comfortable enough in whatever environment I’m in, I start to open up bit by bit. I’m a tomboy and pretty rough-minded as well as stubborn. I’m very sassy, have a smart, sarcastic, and witty mouth if not humorous and outrageous at times, can be borderline rude and mean, and I’m more sensitive than I care to be. I can literally cry at someone’s suffering especially if it’s someone I’m close to or even a total stranger. I’m very empathetic and my heart is bigger than what most people would expect. Most people describe me as quiet, intelligent, creative, dorky, a smartass, and really sweet. I love a good laugh and have an open sense of humor to boot.

Many of my friends say that I’m very sweet and kind which I usually am if I’m in a good mood as well as affectionate as hell. Hugs and pet names galore with me! However only my friends and family see that side of me. My language is often unfiltered, harsh, foul, and blunt which shocks people because they think I’m a pure angel. I say what I want when I want and no one tells me otherwise. If they do, they can expect a mouthful from me. I’m an escapist and very imaginative, can be a bit scatterbrained at times, and I’m methodical and detailed to the point of perfectionism. I’m usually a walking contradiction in terms of personality in so many ways to the point where the real me is almost impossible to decipher. To make matters more complicated, I’m not very good at expressing myself verbally and prefer to let my actions do the talking. I also express myself better through written form.

I have many pet peeves and I get annoyed easily in general. I’m also slowly embracing misanthropy and nihilism but I can be pretty idealistic so it balances out. I’m practically zero tolerance when it comes to bullshit. I hate confrontation and conflict but I’m starting to work on it so I can be less passive-aggressive and more assertive. I also wish to stand up for myself more often than I should so people won’t think that I’m weak and an easy target. I’m pretty cynical which is to be expected and usually expect the worst from people. When someone angers me, I will either just withdraw altogether and completely cut them off (slam the door basically) or get in their face and go off before doing the former. I’m the “hold my anger in and release it all at once” type but I hope to change that one day and stop letting things fester before they get out of hand. I can be quite petty and even cold as well and if someone wrongs me, they will have to make the first move to mend fences. I refuse to apologize if I’m not in the wrong and I will not accept gaslighting/guilt tripping. I also refuse to change for others and will admit to having quite a lot of pride but that’s mostly due to me not wanting to be hurt and manipulated, mistreated, or used.

I have issues with trust and a wild imagination to boot. I usually trust my instincts and can see right through bullshit. I don’t like taking risks and I have to know all the details when I do something so I don’t mess up and look like an idiot. I am indeed a perfectionist and introverted to a fault which often prevents me from trying new things and going outside my comfort zone. I haven’t been in a relationship yet and am still a virgin due to my issues with trust and not wanting to be hurt or humiliated as well as being quite picky/perfectionistic with the people I allow in my life. I have high standards for both people and myself although I’m pretty laid-back and my dislike of conflict allows me to also take a lot of shit from people too before I eventually say “fuck it” and slam the door or go off on them. I don’t think very highly of myself and can sometimes fall into a period of self-hatred and self-pity.

Many people praise me for my intelligence which is fitting since I’m an intellectual. My ideals and beliefs are rather odd to say the least (I’m a classical liberal/independent and despise most ideologies/ideas. This includes religion, feminism, social justice, traditionalism, statism, big government, nationalism, socialism/communism, etc.) and I feel misunderstood because of it (mostly because of the black community ostracizing me). I am indeed a rebel, open-minded, and a free thinker. No one tells me how to think or feel or else they face my wrath. I highly value power over myself and I think it’s the most important thing that a person needs in order to survive. I am definitely an outcast at heart and I often distance myself from others and don’t like talking about my feelings or beliefs because I think most people lack the ability/capacity to understand me. Before I give my opinion on something, I like to do as much research as possible as well as look at things from all perspectives before coming to my own conclusion. I don’t mind discussing things but I prefer logic over emotion when doing so which makes it damn near impossible these days for me to have an real conversation without insults and threats being thrown (usually towards me). Chances are I’m gonna find something wrong with damn near anything someone believes in or says and I’m not afraid to call it out when I see it. Once I do open up and express how I feel, the gates of passion will open up and never close. I also have high morals and values and stick to my guns no matter what which can make me pretty stubborn at times.

I’m currently battling depression and often experience many symptoms of it including suicidal thoughts and depression spells. I also suffer from iron-deficiency anemia as well as irregular, prolonged periods. These things are pretty annoying for me to deal with whenever they flare up. 

Overall, I’m pretty crazy and a handful to deal with. Good luck matching me up with someone :P

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Hello @sacredwarrior88 and thank you so much for requesting with us! I am so sorry that this came out so late, but I do hope you enjoy this!

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𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽…

Ace! I feel that you and ace would be such a great couple! He is open minded and kind to others whereas you are the same way! You are passionate like he is, caring like he is, loyal to the bone like he is! He would see you and see your personality and just instantly fall in love you and your personality! Like, I can’t even imagine how much he will want you on his crew, so they he can keep on you and protect you at all times-- though he will soon figure out that you don’t need help, you can take care yourself--which he will find extremely attractive, no doubt about that! 

He will love that fact that you are independent, because he really values individualism and independency, he sees it as a great traits to have. But he will also love the fact that you are sensitive, and can sometimes get into your own  head. He understands that, knows it all too well, so he will try with all his might to try and make sure that you are happy and always smiling! But he will love how fierce you can be to other people, never bowing down to their expectations! 

All in all, I feel like Ace would be a great man for you in the one piece universe! He would be attentive to you, would love your attitude and personality, and would absolutely adore how loyal and strong you are! make sure to love him thoroughly!

Ah, Sai! He is much like Ace, just a little less emotional, which is fine! I feel like you and Sai would make a couple for a couple reasons! He would love how mature you are, and how logical you can be, and-- like ace-- he loves the fact that you are extremely loyal to your friends! That is a true factor in the way he will see you, and it is for the better! He will se how strong you are, emotionally and will be envious and at the same time fascinated! I Feel like Sai will look at you with wide eyes, his breath caught in his throat, his heart beating wildly in his ribcage because he will love you that much! All the things you are interested he will want to hear with enthusiasm, everything you love he will want to learn and hear from you, to get to know you better!

Another thing is that if you were to go to him with your insecurities and how you are battling depression, he will try to understand, and once he does he will try to everything and anything to make sure you feel better! You need a massage? He’s on it! You need cuddles? oh yeah he will give you some! You need chocolate or sweets or anything of the like? He’ll run to the store, and be back 5 minutes tops! 

All in all, I feel like the cool, mature Sai, with a heart of pure gold will be such a good match for you! He will make sure that you uncomfortable with him, he will never want to make you unhappy, and he will definitely do anything i his power to make sure that you will keep on loving him as much as you can!

Rei! Now, with Rei, I wanted to go a more cute route. I feel that Rei would be equal parts and scared and in love with you! He sees how strong you are against people that oppose, he sees how strong you are for your friends, and how you have such a different personality to everybody else around him, and he will immediately fall in with you. Like instantly! To him, you’d be like a beautiful butterfly blooming right in front of him, and he will want to have you all tot himself! Of course, he won’t force you, but he will definitely watch you at a distance longingly!

He is very much an introvert and your calm but strong aura would definitely help with his anxiety! I just see him melting next you, into your lap or shoulder whenever you are around him because he is so comfortable around you. He doesn’t do this with just anybody so it would be a real honor! And when it it comes to your insecurities, he would want to make sure that you know he loves you the way are, and if you were to want to change something about yourself, then he will support you all the way, as long as you are happy! He will just love that you are such a freethinker and so openminded about things, so unlike him!

All in all, I feel like Rei would love you and (somewhat) idolize because you have all these traits that he would love to have. This perfectionist will understand how it feels to be such a perfectionist and will want to help you with that too! He will love to the moon and back(stroke)!

[bornofbloodandwater]

Senses and Other Oddly Specific Headcanons

1. What does your muse smell like?    

      A distinctly free and ancient Mediterranean woman. Salt, a perfume she makes of patchouli, jasmine and passionflower, fresh fruits like peaches and apricots. She makes her own soaps and takes great pride in her good hygiene. Washing regularly and taking particular care of her hair with high end shampoos and conditioners. Braiding expensive oils into the locks before she sleeps.

Those days you would spend at the beach all day and wander home to shower, grace golden skin with fine perfumes and silk to treat yourself to a delicious meal and a glass of wine. A body hot from the day spent in the blazing heat of a July day, falling asleep amongst crisp sheets cold as they should be, a relief against the slightly seared skin of your cheek.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?    

     A pleasant balance between fragile, slim, bony ladies hands and hardy, powerful hands of someone who trains with their hands every day of their life. Small but strong. The few scars she has are from before her transformation. Her middle and index knuckles on her right hand scarred in small faded splits from training, smooth and soft.

The scars of a child who fought for their place stretched across the hands of a young woman with no need to continue the fight but does for the nostalgia, the belonging.

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

     For the morning it is usually a strong cup of tea with milk, a fruit juice of any kind and homemade bread with butter or toasted with jam.

For most of the rest of the day she snacks her way through when she can. Pastries, nectarous fruits, hard aged cheeses with honey and ground coffee, little pouches of nuts and dried berries in every bag/jacket she owns pretty much. Can’t catch Xio without snacks!

Her nights she typically makes a homemade pasta or a tray of vegetables roasted with balsamic, garlic salt and pepper, lots of olive oil. She eats simply but indulgently. Not a particular fan of extravagant meals, tons of courses and hours taken over eating 20 plates. The types of cuisines she appreciates best are those that do simple things to the highest quality, Italian, Japanese, Greek, Portuguese.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

     Of course! However, she rarely sings for anyone. Not for any reason other than they don’t ask. She uses it to soothe herself and others to sleep, most of the songs she takes to are ancient folk songs from whatever nations she takes to. Asking the oldest members of society to teach her their songs, their histories, their meanings. To carry on history as an immortal is essential to her, especially in the ways she feels are most important; culturally.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?  

     Uhhhh looks away from the long list of atrocities Xio has committed over the years to soothe her grief. Does murdering people count? I’d say that’s a pretty bad habit hahaha

She tends to make a bit of a bad habit out of one-night stands honestly in a lot of her verses. Causes some uncomfortable run ins especially if she’s getting a bit long lived and runs into someone she banged 40 years ago looking the exact same as she did that night.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

     Oh I wish I could just show you a ton of photos I have saved for how I imagine she dresses.

Always well dressed, even when she’s under dressed or half dressed. A picture of effortless elegance, thrown together, sultry and graceful.

Xio dresses in a lot of silk, she finds it very pleasing and quite sexy. Cashmere winters, linen summers. She dresses a little like 70s trust fund baby would hahaha pretty preppy and clean. Crisp cotton shirts with a silk scarf in her hair, wool or cashmere trousers, maybe a silk slip thrown over the top of the shirt instead, not uncommon for a mini skirt to appear in the summer.

Loves dresses over all though. Fond of clothes that are easily...pulled up her thighs or necklines to be pulled down. Always prepared.

The general wardrobe colours are sandy camel, light dawn blues and lilacs, white and charcoal greys. Black if she’s feeling especially chic or broody. ✨NEUTRALS✨

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

     omfg don’t get me STARTED. This idiot sea simp wants to curl up in you lap, play with your hair and sing you to sleep, kiss every segment of your fingers and bless every bone in your body with her touch, and she’s only just seen you across the room. Xiomara craves intimacy, especially on a deeper level, but she doesn’t need to love you or be loved to make you feel like a worshipped hero of old.

Let her bury herself amongst your desires.

She has types and she has boundaries but it isn’t hard to have her sitting in your lap and lavishing you with all the love she has to give unless she’s feeling like making you wait and beg for her attention. Flings and one night stands are worth no less to her than a soulmate. In the end she hopes in every partner to find someone who could love her, give her those eyes that truly say they are hers and that she’ll look into them and fall herself.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

     On her front with a leg pulled up on the side she’s facing. She’s a restless sleeper to say the least so this half-foetal position is semi-soothing. By restless I don’t mean she moves a lot because she doesn’t move much but just in case you’re new here, Xio suffers terrible ptsd driven nightmares and occasional night terrors. Almost all focussing on the death of her sister but sometimes on the faces of her dead peers and people, wooooo!

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Not in the slightest, she moves extremely quietly, eerily so. Thank the sirens who made her, for making the tiny, creepy, walking jump-scare that is Xiomara Athanas. In fact she’s grown to like sneaking up on people in her life, causing a little mischief. Seeing them sigh in relief when they recognise her but internally chuckling at the amount of times in her work there’s a gasp of horror instead. ...I never said she was lawful good here, guys...

tagged by: @listered​ thank you! I love these and your HCs were wonderful!!!

tagging: @sunbentsky​​ (dragon wife? or dragon father-in-law? I’d also love to know more about Kaska too! so whichever you’d prefer), @mettleborn (for Duncan!) @wldflwers (Carey? or Freya?), @fourmarksmage, @platkisloneczne @godbanes (Thetis or Ares???)

[winterironbang]

Story Previews:

Below you will find the names and summaries of the entered stories, please take care to read through them and be aware of any warnings when thinking about which piece it is you wish to claim. Make sure to have two in mind when choosing as your first choice may already be taken.

To claim a story, send an email to winterironbang@gmail.com with the titles of your top two favourites. Claims only begin on March 24th at 10am GMT, please wait until this time to submit your claim, or else it will NOT be counted. 

I’ve had people in the past try to submit claims via ask and they have not come through, please send in the claims via email only. Thanks.

 1.    Title: HandShook

Summary: “Get me a handshake, Tony, that’s it. Don’t break anything and please do not turn this into an interspecies war.” -James Rhodes

Tony Stark is the first man in the history of the human race to breach the heliosphere keeping space-faring humanity from the rest of the universe. Bucky’s people, the Aldori, a technologically advanced, space-faring race, watch him do it. The Aldori demand a meeting to establish diplomatic relations and determine whether or not humans will prove to be a threat to them. Without letting the Aldori know that only Tony’s ship is advanced enough to make the trip, Rhodey is forced to send him as ambassador.

Simple right? Except the handshake Tony is supposed to capture on film for Rhodey is intensely intimate to the Aldori.

The Aldori decide to go through with it. Their people are at war and they need these humans, who are apparently so advanced that they can skip through ‘The Trench,’ to either join their cause, or, at worst, remain neutral.

They’ve married off royalty for political alliances before. It’s a good thing Prince Bucky came back from the war only partially damaged. He’s perfect for an alliance with an untested race of people.

Current word count: 21,637

Warnings: 1) Bucky and Tony engage in an act of public handshaking which within the world would be roughly the equivalent of public nudity/a public sex act 2) Bucky forms an accidental mind meld with Tony as a result of a really good handshake--bare hands touching is very intimate for his people. Tony doesn't know about this for a very brief time. During which he 'feels' Bucky's feelings for him which are predominantly affectionate. -the mind-meld may result in telepathic sex which hasn't been written yet. (So: Tony engages in an intimate act without knowing it's considered intimate. Bucky accidentally Bonds with him, creating a mental connection as a result. Pseudo accidental marriage. Light (I think?) Dub con of the making someone else feels your romantic feeling for them type.)

 2 Title: Tony’s New Friend (working title) Summary: When Tony is forced to come home for his summer break at MIT, he thinks it is going to be a disaster. He’s right. But it also ends up being a lot more exciting than he thought too. Who says urban exploring is a bad thing? Current word count: 14432

Warnings: None A/N: It’s not finished yet, but I’ll have a better summary/more finished by time you pick it. Promise. (This is turning out longer than I thought)

 3 Title: No Title Yet/Canon-Divergent from CA:WS

Summary: After helping Natasha and Steve with the Project Insight fuck up, Tony agrees to help with their Winter Soldier problem. Namely, find the man and keep him non-hypnotisable. But of course the Winter Soldier, being the Winter Soldier, finds Tony first. 

Current word count: 5.181

Warnings: Maybe some gnarly description of the connection between the metal arm and Bucky’s skin. Nothing too bad, but I guess caution is best. There might be a scene of adjusting a new arm, but since I am no doctor, I don’t know how detailed I will describe that yet.

A/N: This is a canon-divergent fic, that has Steve, Nat, and Sam ask Tony for help with the Helicarriers instead of, you know, dumping all of SHIELD’s info online xD Steve tells Tony about his parents and Tony, taking a few days to deal with it, then decides to help him with the Winter Soldier, thus creating BARF sooner, with Helen Cho and Bruce Banner (so no Quentin Beck). Bucky in the meantime, having managed to evade HYDRA, finds him because the arm needs repairs. 

 4 Title: The Daemon In Me (tentatively)

Summary: Tony Stark is, as far as he knows, the only person who can see daemons, a manifestation of a person’s soul that, naturally, shares their Mark. 

Several years after his parents’ deaths, Obadiah Stane arrives to inform him that Howard had arranged a marriage for him, and it’s time to meet his prospective husband. There’s just one tiny hitch. 

The groom doesn’t have the same Mark as his daemon.

Current word count: 5050-ish

Warnings: Implied/referenced child abuse, Howard’s A+ parenting, alternate universe – daemons, alternate universe – soulmarks, implied/referenced arranged marriage 

A/N: This is definitely alternative universe but it’s incredibly vague on details of such. It’s also not finished yet, but Tony and Bucky will definitely meet, beat the bad guys and end up happily ever after (I can’t be more specific, because this was supposed to have been a completed fic).

 5 Title: The Tangled Tale of Winteriron 

Summary: Prince James was born to the kingdom of Brooklyn via the miracle of a magic flower. Kidnapped at a young age, his best friend and betrothed Steve Rogers tears the kingdom apart to find him. 

A thief named Iron Man is currently on the run from the king’s guards. Hiding in a secluded tower, he finds himself tied up by a young man with a whole lot of… hair?

Current Word Count: approximately 9500 words

Warnings: Emotional manipulation and abuse

A/N:

 6 Title: Winter Witcher (may change) Summary: Twenty years ago, the Witcher Bucky rescued the King and Queen of Stark from a monster that had moved into their castle. Pressed to name a reward above and beyond the coin he’d been promised, he claimed the Law of Surprise, electing to let destiny choose his prize. Before he could return to find out what it was that he’d won, another monster locked him in ice. Tony of Stark has always known that his marriage would be a political one, but he’s discovered that his betrothed and his chief counselor are conspiring against him. Left with no time to plan an escape and isolated from his few loyal friends, Tony’s desperation and determination unlock a conduit of chaos within him that takes him far, far away, right into the arms of his destiny. Current word count: ~25,000 (finished but unedited) Warnings: Dubcon (sex drug/magic) A/N: This draft is complete, but if our artist has additional ideas, we’re happy to discuss how to work them in! This is basically “Episode 1” of what might turn into a whole series of stories, but as this is the “pilot” episode, it should stand on its own.

 7 Title: Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep (But a place for crows to rest their feet)

Summary: Bucky sat up slowly, pain throbbing from his temple to the nape of his back specifically. "You’re an absolute idiot, you know that? Didn’t you know your AI can’t detect magical traps?”

“Oh sure, ‘cause we fight many villains who like to hide portals in the floor? You’re a bigger idiot for following me, Barnes.”

-or-

Tony disobeys orders during a mission and causes him and Bucky to fall through Doom’s time travel portal, forcing them to survive together in a tropical rainforest, to their utter reluctance.

Current word count: 11 800

Warnings: None

A/N: This is an unedited WIP! I added the outline for what I plan for the reminder of the story at the end. :)

 8 Title: Wings in my Soul (Stars in my Eyes)

Summary: After being spaced when his ship is destroyed, Bucky assumes his life on the run is over. His life is unexpectedly saved by one of the most advanced spaceships he’s ever seen, and the sentient AI running it. T-0N33 is so real, Bucky quickly finds himself questioning how thin the line is between machine and man. Together, they flee from HYDRA’s spreading influence and the megalomaniac Technopath, Zola. Throughout space battles and hijinks, they ask themselves: Can an AI have a soul and more importantly, can they fall in love?

Current word count: 7,838

Warnings: Nongraphic violence

A/N: ^o^ gay bois in SPAAAAAAACE

 9 Title: Here, There and Neverwhere

Summary: After a long quiet night at the pub, Bucky was ready to have a simple night in. However, as fate deals its hand, Bucky gets dragged into a series of events that pulls him out of his new normal to a game where Gods and magic reign supreme. A handsome and charming magician Tony helps Bucky stack his deck, granting him a chance to survive.

When the wheel of fortune spins, will the odds be in their favour?

Current word count: 5086

Warnings: Canon typical violence

A/N: Rating is currently T but could go up to M or E 

[lunasantcs]

hi hi! it me, leonie ( mariangels mun ), with my second muse luna! unlike mari who’s a total lawful good, luna is more of a mixture of chaotic good and chaotic neutral who’s very much just starting out in life because her mom’s a cray cray rich lady. more on that below, pals. feel free to leave a LIKE and i’ll come to you for plots! OR! feel free to message me on discord at ( emeravdes#9932 ) since i’m not in the gc bc i get overwhelmed very easily. thanks for coming to my ted talk & feel free to read this ridiculously long essay i’ve come up with. <3 @frostfordstart​

TW: MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE

full name: luna raquel santos

nicknames: lu, lulu or raquel (but only her grandparents call her that bc they hate the fact that her parents named her luna lol)

birthday: april 30th

current age: twenty six

sexuality: bisexual, panromantic

personality (+): benevolent, adventurous, free spirited, appreciative, energetic, fun loving

personality (-): sheltered, reckless, outspoken, stubborn, envious, attention seeking

luna was born and raised in frostford to yuliana and marcos santos - both of which are of brazilian roots but their families have been living in the us for decades. her family is rich rich and it stems back for a few decades. don’t ask me how they made their fortune because i actually have no clue as of right now. we working on it.

she was the youngest child and only daughter to yuliana and marcos which meant that she was instantly their pride and joy. their princess. their doll. 

she has two older brothers - jax (32) and santiago (35) - who love their little sister to pieces and have never really been a big fan of the way their mother treats luna,

INCOMING MOMMY ISSUES

yuliana was the kind of girl that wanted to be in pageants growing up but her family never allowed her the chance because they valued education over anything that had to do with glamour despite having the money to blow on the fancy aspects. so! the moment yuliana found out that she was having a daughter, she was ECSTATIC. she could finally get to live the life of pageants that her parents robbed her of and she was thriving.

so comes my baby luna

from the moment she was born, her mother had her in fancy dresses and from the moment that she could walk, yuliana made sure that her daughter could perfect the pageant walk before she could perfect walking like a normal human being. if she did something right, she’d drown luna in affection. if she did something wrong, she’d scowl and tell her to do it again. often times this resulted in her crying - especially when she was still a toddler.

over the course of her childhood, she continued with the pageant life and slowly it became something that she lived and breath. she felt like it was the best way to connect with her mother and a part of her really did have a love for the whole ordeal. for a while. by the time she was eight, her mother essentially had the picture perfect pageant girl and she’d completely forgotten that this girl also needed love and a mother to help her through life.

but her dad? a sweetheart, a gem, the most affectionate dad that she could have ever asked for and she loves him to pieces. calls him every single day. or texts. santos fam group chat is her, marcos, jax, santiago, and her maternal grandparents. ANYWAYS! WE CONTINUE!

despite yuliana’s instance that her kids go to private school, her parents convinced her to just send her kids to public school because it would offer the kids a chance to actually get to know people around town that weren’t in their parents circle of rich idiots. this was luna’s saving grace. in school, she made genuine friendships and she finally found a sense of comfort. 

not that that lasted long because yuliana was instantly up her ass telling her that those kids from school weren’t real friends and that she had to focus on her priorities aka pageants. only pageants. always PAGEANTS. so... that’s exactly what luna did. 

can you tell that her mom is a demon yet? ‘cause we got more!

moving on to high school! things were essentially always the same. luna would go to school, live her life, make some friends but eventually she’d lose said friends because of her mom or because luna put up a wall since she knew that she’d lose them anyways. 

she was in a car accident with her older brother jax when she was sixteen which resulted in her missing a pageant which made yuliana BIG MAD. 

it was in her senior year of high school that yuliana set luna up with one of her friends sons and essentially forced her to be in a relationship with someone she had no connection w/at all. 

she dated this person for a while (again, to make her MOM happy, not herself) up until her mother started talking about getting married which was when luna was like LOL ABORT MISSION and broke up w/the dude. did she like him? sure. but she wasn’t going to get married after high school. no thanks. 

yuliana, naturally, was furious. got mad. was mad for a while. oscar the grouch mad 24/7.

THEN CAME COLLEGE! LUNA WAS FINALLY FREE! well... not really because her mother picked her school for her as well as her major; columbia university with a major in business. why? because she knew people who worked at the school that would be able to keep an eye out on her daughter. 

SOMEHOW? luna still managed to find a sense of freedom the moment she stepped foot onto campus and was away from her mother. she was studying something she hated but she finally could live a life where she didn’t feel like she had to constantly please her mother or worry about falling out of line. it felt amazing.

this was where she discovered hook ups and friends w/benefits and BOI OH BOI was she thriving!

it was in her senior year of college that she had a long talk with her grandparents about what she wanted for herself and where she saw herself going. they wanted what was best for her and that meant getting her out from their own childs clutches who only saw luna as someone to parade around. it took her a while but the words from the talk stayed with luna until she was twenty two and she finally stood up for herself and told her mother NO MAS. 

yuliana was like BITCH WHAT but luna was like YOU HEARD ME even though it was a bit less... blunt that i just made it seem. 

at twenty two, she stopped competing in pageants and went off on an adventure to europe with her grandparents. her grandparents were really only with her for a month as they settled them into a nice place in italy but after that, she was finally happy. 

she lived in italy and traveled around europe until she was twenty five which was when she moved back to frostford because she missed her grandparents, dad and older brothers. when she moved back, her grandparents helped her find a cute little home and she even got herself a red husky named kida - since she’d never been allowed to have a pet before in her life. 

her dad still gives luna anything and everything she could ever want bc we stan a man who watches out for his child but luna also wants to make a life for herself outside of her parents money so she went and got a job. it was harder than she expected but she finally was willing to get one thanks to june diaz so now she’s a waitress at the whole enchilada and has been since she got back a solid year ago. 

did i mention she’s been back one year? i feel like i should have mentioned it somewhere above but oh whale. 

her new found freedom (its new even after four years OKAY) has also left her with a bit of a reckless streak. she is, in fact, a lot to handle at times and there’s other times where she falls back into that docile behavior her mom basically morphed into her. so... yeah!

FUN FACTS!

she wanted to be a cheerleader in high school but her mother was like NOT ON MY WATCH YOUNG LADY

her very first shift working at the whole enchilada resulted in her accidentally dropping a customers food on the floor and getting yelled at which resulted in her hiding in the bathroom to cry

she’s fluent in english, portugese, italian and french

she’s a flirty drunk which means she will probs try to get w/you if she’s drunk. unless you’re taken bc she knows her boundaries and she says NO to taken men. 

anything she does regarding men is mainly to spite her mother bc she doesn’t really think she’s capable of falling in love. thanks to her mom basically making her feel worthless all her life :)

she’s a harry potter nerd and spiritually identifies as hufflepuff with slytherin tendencies even though pottermore told her 12 times that she is, in fact, a gryffindor. but she refuses to accept that. nope. not happening. 

her hair is currently dyed a lavender purple. it’s almost always lavender purple. just assume it’s that color 24/7 lol. 

CONNECTIONS!

i put together a wanted connections page for luna but it’s probs gonna get reworked like... two more times because i’m a perfectionist and am obsessed with providing too much detail. too much for my own good imma be hoe-nest. but feel free to hit me with anything! KTHNXBYELOVEYOULOTS<3

[kalunfinch]

Arcana ships

Volta x Vulgora: 2

•why are they always together?

•I like them as a bittersweet pairing. Cause they bicker a lot and Volta is really sensitive

•food fight date

Volta x Nadia: 3

•Volta totally has a crush on Nadia

•”She always gives me good food”-Volta

•the other courtiers practically BEG her to put her crush on Nadia to the side.

•Volta is fiercely loyal

•I feel like Volta’s old age and experience could bear a lot of wisdom

Muriel x Julian:

•Muriel only dislikes Julian because he’s loud. I feel like Julian would be able to understand this. They could make it work out. Build each other up. Definitely a slow burn.

•both great with kids imo

•Julian doctors them

•Julian tries so hard to get Muriel to like him omg.

•he also doesn’t like MC at first sooo... it could work out potentially

Nadia x Muriel:

•Regal vs homy

•showing each other the way that they live their lives and getting a better understanding of the world because of it

•drink tea together

•support Vesuvian artists together

•minds his boundaries

•build each other’s confidence

•definitely gives this touch starved boy some affection

•they would raise the most amazing heir to the throne

•she has more than enough family to replace the one that Muriel never got and her sisters are thrilled

•HE GAVE HER BREAD IN HEARTHUNTER

•comfort each other

•together they can be less weighed down by their pasts

Portia x Muriel:

•Portia being fiercely supportive of Muriel

•she’d convince him that it’s okay to use his strength

•their lifestyles match the best out of anyone in the game making them affectively the most domestic couple

•Portia is so observant of Muriels feelings

•their children would be SO well rounded

•just imagine them bumping into each other several times and Portia being like “I can’t wait to see him again he seems interesting” only to forget him each time

•just Muriel as a dad

•they want a future

•stay at home dad

•probably only one kid because birth is a bitch

•would pamper Portia so much after a long day

•so fucking wholesome

•she would LOVE to see his fighting skills

•I want them to play fight it’d be so cute. Muriel let’s Portia win just cuz

Nadia x Julian:

•both very physically affectionate

•Nadia kinda treated MC as a pet and Julian is subby af soo it kinda just works

•support each other in their endeavors. Julian supports her tinkering and Nadia supports his experiments

•make Julian a blushy mess

•also, Julian is so thoughtful and gave her a Netipot to help with her congestion and they would be so great

•connected to the people more and Julian definitely knows and can make ideas to help impoverished areas

•Julian knows about the crime that goes on in the city and he could probably help work out a way so that less people get hurt without restricting the rights of the people

•always checking in on each other making sure they don’t overwork and overwhelm themselves and they both now how to wind down 😏

Asra x Julian:

•not one of my favorites but as confirmed exes this ship is a worthy mention

•very playful relationship I feel like

•much more sexual than a lot of other ships

•expand each other’s understanding of the world

•keeps Julian from overworking

•with the flashback of talking about how “Julian has it all wrong MC is my one true love” it makes me feel really weird like Asra is using him.

•kinda tainted by the fact that I don’t like Asra

•but hey. Julian IS a masochist and Asra sees no problem giving him what he wants.

•Asra probably feels guilty after a long kinky night. Julian would be wonderful at aftercare

•showing Julian a whole new world. Also, is it just me or does Julian have ADHD I know he has issues with volume control and oooo buddy so do I

•honestly, I can’t see it working with Asra’s best friend and boyfriend being unable to get along

Portia x Nadia:

•everyone is already 1000% on board with this one but I’m gonna cover it anyway

•best friends to lovers is GREAT

•they will do amazing running the kingdom together. They’re both so highly respected and aghdjbs

•Portia will make it so much easier for Nadia to remember the people

•OMG I JUST REALIZED Portia hasn’t met Nadias birb! Omg! She would LOVE to give her treats and play with her

•explore the world together

•I want them to take each other to their homelands

Muriel x Asra:

•very quiet

•best friends to lovers

•They wouldn't have kids and they’re both fine with that

•they understand each other and talk things out and they’re healthy and wholesome!

•they would babysit Nadia and Portia’s kids

•FEED THIS MAN

•self care TREAT YO SELF

•yassss spoil Inana Asra!!!!

•bruh Inana and Faust are galpals

•they spoil their pets together

Portia x Asra:

•honestly, I would feel so betrayed if they were together

•I wanted Portia T~T

•how dare y’all be so cute and wholesome

•it starts as mutual respect and evolves

•Portia learns how to use magic

•Mazelinka teaches Portia stuff too

•Mazelinka would be so proud and would love her new kid/son in law

•Portia would LOVE the adventure into magical realms with Asra

•Asra is best cat-dad

•Portia and Faust snuggling

•I love them together

Asra x Nadia:

•I don’t get it

•but! I’m all about those *rare pairs*

•Asra would LOVE all the outfits feeling so secure in the neutral clothing

•loves to make grand entrances to spook the guards

•now the government has royalty on its side

•Asra would trust Nadia to tell them if there was ever anything wrong

•spa day! Would LOVE to pamper each other

•they respect each other so much and I absolutely adore their banter

Lucio x Julian:

•doesn’t work with the canon

•Julian just ain’t into Lucio darling

•But~ I love entertaining these ship ideas.

•Nadia is going to keep the throne so if Lucio got his body back another way Julian could show him life from his perspective

•they face their mistakes together and learn that they don’t have to hate themselves to atone for them

•Build each other up!

•the two least magical idiots in love how... magical!

•tripping over each other because they both wanna be the knight in shining armor

Volta x Muriel:

•smol and large

•both believe themselves to be monstrous

•embrace the gluttony

•affectionate couple

•both shy

•Volta clings on and they grow affectionate towards one another

Nadia x Valerius:

•apologizes and confesses feelings for Nadia

•wine and tea

•he improves as a person

•bond over their terrible shared ex

•they learn together to let their guard down even in front of those they lead

•you don’t always have to be regal and refined

Nahara x Julian:

•honestly I just want Nahara to become a Devorak

•fight and sail together

Nahara x Portia:

•y’all know that thing

•gayyyyy

•warriors through and through

•travel everywhere

•honestly not the types to settle down

Julian x Natiqa:

•I just like their banter

•they’d get into so much trouble together

Nazali x Julian:

•they really respect each other

•maybe bad ship with the age gap butI think it’d be wholesome

•I guess I like Julian and royalty ships 🤷‍♂️

[fangirlfromdownunder]

Free! Match-Up Request

Name: Corethra (or Corey for short)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Hand Packer at an ice cream factory

Zodiac Sign: Pisces (born March 2)

Chinese Zodiac: Year Of The Pig

MBTI Type: INFJ

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Love Language: Acts Of Service

Race/Ethnicity: African-American

Height: 4'11 (Call me short and I’ll kick your butt!)

Body Type/Shape: Average but well developed figure at best. I weigh about 158 lbs and am pretty insecure about my body.

Hair Color/Style: Black and naturally curly but I keep it relaxed and flat-ironed so it’s straight. It’s long and goes down to just below my shoulder blades.

Glasses or No?: Yes I wear glasses

Eye Color: Brown

Dress Style: I usually dress up in a casual way, just throwing on whatever looks good at the time but I will sometimes put in the effort when the time calls for it or when I’m in a good mood. I have an affinity for the punk, emo, and goth styles and I rarely wear feminine clothes.

Hobbies/Interests: Video games, reading, writing, anime, internet surfing, listening to music, politics (sometimes), watching movies/TV shows, basically being an overall nerd

Dislikes: Ignorance, stupidity, restriction, manipulation/gas-lighting, bullying, humanity, not being understood

Personality: At first glance, I seem quiet and keep to myself, only speaking when I need to or when I’m spoken to. I’m an anti-social introvert to the fullest and don’t care much for small talk or going out. I prefer to have deeper conversations. When I get comfortable enough in whatever environment I’m in, I start to open up bit by bit. I’m a tomboy and pretty rough-minded as well as stubborn. I’m very sassy, have a smart, sarcastic, and witty mouth if not humorous and outrageous at times, can be borderline rude, and I’m more sensitive than I care to be. I can literally cry at someone’s suffering especially if it’s someone I’m close to or even a total stranger. I’m very empathetic and my heart is bigger than what most people would expect. Most people describe me as quiet, intelligent, creative, dorky, a smartass, and really sweet. I love a good laugh and have an open sense of humor to boot.

Many of my friends say that I’m very sweet and kind which I usually am if I’m in a good mood as well as affectionate as hell. Hugs and pet names galore with me! However only my friends and family see that side of me. My language is often unfiltered, harsh, foul, and blunt which shocks people because they think I’m a pure angel. I say what I want when I want and no one tells me otherwise. If they do, they can expect a mouthful from me. I’m an escapist and very imaginative, can be a bit scatterbrained at times, and I’m methodical and detailed to the point of perfectionism. I’m usually a walking contradiction in terms of personality in so many ways to the point where the real me is almost impossible to decipher. To make matters more complicated, I’m not very good at expressing myself verbally and prefer to let my actions do the talking.

I have many pet peeves and I get annoyed easily in general. I’m also slowly embracing misanthropy and nihilism but I can be pretty idealistic so it balances out. I’m practically zero tolerance when it comes to bullshit. I hate confrontation and conflict but I’m starting to work on it so I can be less passive-aggressive and more assertive. I also wish to stand up for myself more often than I should so people won’t think that I’m weak and an easy target. I’m pretty cynical which is to be expected and usually expect the worst from people. When someone angers me, I will either just withdraw altogether and completely cut them off (slam the door basically) or get in their face and go off before doing the former. I’m the “hold my anger in and release it all at once” type but I hope to change that one day and stop letting things fester before they get out of hand. I can be quite petty and even cold as well and if someone wrongs me, they will have to make the first move to mend fences. I refuse to apologize if I’m not in the wrong and I will not accept gaslighting/guilt tripping.

I have issues with trust and a wild imagination to boot. I usually trust my instincts and can see right through bullshit. I don’t like taking risks and I have to know all the details when I do something so I don’t mess up and look like an idiot. I am indeed a perfectionist to a fault which often prevents me from trying new things and going outside my comfort zone. I haven’t been in a relationship yet and am still a virgin due to my issues with trust and not wanting to be hurt or humiliated as well as being picky/perfectionistic with the people I allow in my life. I have high standards for both people and myself although I’m pretty laid-back and my dislike of conflict allows me to also take a lot of shit from people too before I eventually say “fuck it” and slam the door on them. I don’t think very highly of myself and can sometimes fall into a period of self-hatred.

Many people praise me for my intelligence which is fitting since I’m an intellectual. My ideals and beliefs are rather odd to say the least (I’m a classical liberal/independent and despise most ideologies/ideas. This includes religion, feminism, social justice, traditionalism, statism, big government, nationalism, socialism/communism, etc.) and I feel misunderstood because of it (mostly because of the black community ostracizing me). I am indeed a rebel, open-minded, and a free thinker. No one tells me how to think or feel or else they face my wrath. I highly value power over myself and I think it’s the most important thing that a person needs in order to survive. I am definitely an outcast at heart and I often distance myself from others and don’t like talking about my feelings or beliefs because I think most people lack the ability/capacity to understand me. Before I give my opinion on something, I like to do as much research as possible as well as look at things from all perspectives before coming to my own conclusion. I don’t mind discussing things but I prefer logic over emotion when doing so which makes it damn near impossible these days for me to have an real conversation without insults and threats being thrown (usually towards me). Chances are I’m gonna find something wrong with damn near anything someone believes in or says and I’m not afraid to call it out when I see it. Once I do open up and express how I feel, the gates of passion will open up and never close. I also have high morals and values and stick to my guns no matter what which can make me pretty stubborn at times.

I’m currently battling depression and often experience many symptoms of it including suicidal thoughts and depression spells. I also suffer from iron-deficiency anemia as well. These things are pretty annoying for me to deal with whenever they flare up. 

Overall, I’m pretty crazy and a handful to deal with. Good luck matching me up with someone :P

***

Okay! Lot of info but let’s see here. I think out of all the guys, Rin matches you the best. He’s a bit of a hothead but super supportive at the end of the day.

Headcanons:

He might not call you short but he will use you as an arm rest. 

He might also steal your glasses just to mess with you. It’s all in fun, if you asked he’d give them back but holding them out of reach is just too much fun for him

He’s smarter than he lets on. Sure he’s no genius but he can hold a conversation well and knows what he’s passionate about. So a good conversation is a fine way to spend the time

He’s incredibly supportive of every dream you have and will cheer you on from right beside you. Or from the sidelines, if he can’t be by your side

His love language is also the same as yours, making you an excellent match

[misc-headcanons]

Bleach and One Piece Match-Up Request

Name: Corethra (or Corey for short)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Hand Packer at an ice cream factory

Zodiac Sign: Pisces (born March 2)

Chinese Zodiac: Year Of The Pig

MBTI Type: INFJ

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Love Language: Acts Of Service

Race/Ethnicity: African-American

Height: 4'11 (Call me short and I’ll kick your butt!)

Body Type/Shape: Average but well developed figure at best. I weigh about 158 lbs and am pretty insecure about my body.

Hair Color/Style: Black and naturally curly but I keep it relaxed and flat-ironed so it’s straight. It’s long and goes down to just below my shoulder blades.

Glasses or No?: Yes I wear glasses

Eye Color: Brown

Dress Style: I usually dress up in a casual way, just throwing on whatever looks good at the time but I will sometimes put in the effort when the time calls for it or when I’m in a good mood. I have an affinity for the punk, emo, and goth styles and I don’t like feminine clothes.

Hobbies/Interests: Video games, reading, writing, anime, internet surfing, listening to music, politics (sometimes), watching movies/TV shows, basically being an overall nerd

Dislikes: Ignorance, stupidity, restriction, manipulation/gas-lighting, bullying, humanity, not being understood

Personality: At first glance, I seem quiet and keep to myself, only speaking when I need to or when I’m spoken to. I’m an anti-social introvert to the fullest and don’t care much for small talk or going out. I prefer to have deeper conversations. When I get comfortable enough in whatever environment I’m in, I start to open up bit by bit. I’m a tomboy and pretty rough-minded as well as stubborn. I’m very sassy, have a smart, sarcastic, and witty mouth if not humorous and outrageous at times, can be borderline rude, and I’m more sensitive than I care to be. I can literally cry at someone’s suffering especially if it’s someone I’m close to or even a total stranger. I’m very empathetic and my heart is bigger than what most people would expect. Most people describe me as quiet, intelligent, creative, dorky, a smartass, and really sweet. I love a good laugh and have an open sense of humor to boot.

Many of my friends say that I’m very sweet and kind which I usually am if I’m in a good mood as well as affectionate as hell. Hugs and pet names galore with me! However only my friends and family see that side of me. My language is often unfiltered, harsh, foul, and blunt which shocks people because they think I’m a pure angel. I say what I want when I want and no one tells me otherwise. If they do, they can expect a mouthful from me. I’m an escapist and very imaginative, can be a bit scatterbrained at times, and I’m methodical and detailed to the point of perfectionism. I’m usually a walking contradiction in terms of personality in so many ways to the point where the real me is almost impossible to decipher. To make matters more complicated, I’m not very good at expressing myself verbally and prefer to let my actions do the talking.

I have many pet peeves and I get annoyed easily in general. I’m also slowly embracing misanthropy and nihilism but I can be pretty idealistic so it balances out. I’m practically zero tolerance when it comes to bullshit. I hate confrontation and conflict but I’m starting to work on it so I can be less passive-aggressive and more assertive. I also wish to stand up for myself more often than I should so people won’t think that I’m weak and an easy target. I’m pretty cynical which is to be expected and usually expect the worst from people. When someone angers me, I will either just withdraw altogether and completely cut them off (slam the door basically) or get in their face and go off before doing the former. I’m the “hold my anger in and release it all at once” type but I hope to change that one day and stop letting things fester before they get out of hand. I can be quite petty and even cold as well and if someone wrongs me, they will have to make the first move to mend fences. I refuse to apologize if I’m not in the wrong and I will not accept gaslighting/guilt tripping.

I have issues with trust and a wild imagination to boot. I usually trust my instincts and can see right through bullshit. I don’t like taking risks and I have to know all the details when I do something so I don’t mess up and look like an idiot. I am indeed a perfectionist to a fault which often prevents me from trying new things and going outside my comfort zone. I haven’t been in a relationship yet and am still a virgin due to my issues with trust and not wanting to be hurt or humiliated as well as being picky/perfectionistic with the people I allow in my life. I have high standards for both people and myself although I’m pretty laid-back and my dislike of conflict allows me to also take a lot of shit from people too before I eventually say “fuck it” and slam the door on them. I don’t think very highly of myself and can sometimes fall into a period of self-hatred.

Many people praise me for my intelligence which is fitting since I’m an intellectual. My ideals and beliefs are rather odd to say the least (I’m a classical liberal/independent and despise most ideologies/ideas. This includes religion, feminism, social justice, traditionalism, statism, big government, nationalism, socialism/communism, etc.) and I feel misunderstood because of it (mostly because of the black community ostracizing me). I am indeed a rebel, open-minded, and a free thinker. No one tells me how to think or feel or else they face my wrath. I highly value power over myself and I think it’s the most important thing that a person needs in order to survive. I am definitely an outcast at heart and I often distance myself from others and don’t like talking about my feelings or beliefs because I think most people lack the ability/capacity to understand me. Before I give my opinion on something, I like to do as much research as possible as well as look at things from all perspectives before coming to my own conclusion. I don’t mind discussing things but I prefer logic over emotion when doing so which makes it damn near impossible these days for me to have an real conversation without insults and threats being thrown (usually towards me). Chances are I’m gonna find something wrong with damn near anything someone believes in or says and I’m not afraid to call it out when I see it. Once I do open up and express how I feel, the gates of passion will open up and never close.

I’m currently battling depression and often experience many symptoms of it including suicidal thoughts and depression spells. I also suffer from iron-deficiency anemia as well. These things are pretty annoying and humiliating for me to deal with whenever they pop up. 

Overall, I’m pretty crazy and a handful to deal with. Good luck matching me up with someone :P

(I’m happy you gave me so much info to work with!) 

Nothing says punk or goth like skulls, right? I played around with some other accessories like a choker necklace and some earrings, but since you mentioned you don’t like feminine clothing I just went with the good ol’ leather jacket)

For Bleach, I match you with....Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez!

You mentioned you were a Pisces, and I like to take zodiacs/birthdays into account when they’re provided in matchups. Grimmjow’s a Leo, and from what I read, Leos and Pisces bring out a lot of great qualities within each other; the more I thought about it, the more I think that holds true. Like Grimmjow, you aren’t ever afraid to speak your mind, you’re both ambitious (I think Grimmjow would be a Slytherin too!) and are both rebels in your own right. The both of you also prefer to let your actions do the talking, and I think he would appreciate a partner who he can trust to speak their mind and not hide anything they’re feeling just to be nice. I think that Grimmjow would be able to help you be more assertive and less passive-aggressive, which you mentioned in your submission, and you would be able to get him to calm down and think things through before flying off the handle and beating the shit out of whoever or whatever is pissing him off. 

You mentioned that you were slowly starting to embrace nihilism and misanthropy (and I feel that Grimmjow post-defeat by Nnoitora would share similar thoughts about his life’s meaning at the time. Dude just got his shit wrecked and his dreams of being the strongest/the King just got shot down by Nnoitora’s sword slicing him through the chest), but I think your optimism would not only balance out your perspective on life, but his as well. To “fix” your partner’s views/negative outlook on life shouldn’t be up to you (he’s his own person, and asking that much emotional labor of someone would be inappropriate, even if he does love you), but I think whenever you talk about your life philosophy, he’d slowly start to realize that you can find a balance between “nothing fucking matters, why bother” and “nothing fucking matters, so why not?”

Leo men are somewhat protective of their partners, so Grimmjow is always there if you’re in need of emotional or physical help. Fatigue from your anemia? He’ll straight up carry you where you need to go if he has to. Is your depression causing you to go into a downswing? He’ll keep an eye on you and do whatever it takes to lessen the weight on your shoulders/mind. Sometimes he’ll do things too comfort you without considering how you’d react (you mentioned that things get annoying and humiliating whenever your symptoms flare up like this, so having Grimmjow do something like picking you up and carry would...not be great, to say the least), but if you tell him why doing things like that upsets you he’ll try to stop and consider your feelings the next time something like that happens again. There’ll be a few instances like that where he’ll say or do something without considering how you’d react, because he’s used to being an egocentric guy (being a creature like an Arrancar, where you can only survive if you look out for yourself and ONLY yourself, makes this a difficult thing for him to change. But for you, he’ll try). This would be the main issue in your relationship, but as time goes on he’s more and more considerate of you the longer he’s with you. He has given you a cake with the (poorly) handwritten icing message “Sorry I was an asshole” more than once.

In conclusion, I  think that you two would be a great example of two people who seem like total opposites finding common ground/traits/strengths/weaknesses and really complementing each other in a relationship.

 For One Piece, I match you with...Zoro!

So, let’s start with zodiac compatibility. Zoro is a Scorpio, which is one of the better matches for Pisces according to what I looked up. Scorpio men and Pisces women share a lot of emotional depth, and that sort of conflicting nature/personality you have is something that Zoro can relate to. Like you, Zoro also tends to let his actions speak louder than words (especially since he isn’t the most talkative guy). A relationship with him would involve a lot of small kind gestures that let you know he cares about you. Even though he’s not one to talk a lot, he listens to anything you have to say and is a great person to vent to. 

He may not be as well versed in intellectual subjects as you (social justice, politics, religion, etc.) but he keeps track of what you have to say about a particular topic. Sometimes he worries that his lack of response makes you think he’s not interested in what you’re talking about, but in reality he’s paying attention to every word; every time you talk about something he doesn’t know, he writes it down so he can either ask Robin about it or read about it himself. He doesn’t try to become an expert or anything, but he learns enough to try and form his own thoughts based on what you’ve said and what he’s looked up. His responses aren’t super eloquent, but he’s able to put things together (Normally if you asked him about the World Government he’d describe it as just “bad…” but once he learns about concepts like totalitarianism from you, he can talk about it in more depth).

Like you, Zoro is incredibly blunt and he appreciates having a partner who also speaks their mind regardless of who they’re talking to. Unlike you, he’s not as imaginative and scatterbrained, but I think this would be a case of opposites complementing each other; he likes how creative you are, and sometimes when he’s making a decision he wonders what you’d do. Like Grimmjow, Zoro would absolutely help you with asserting yourself but unlike Grimmjow he’s more considerate of how you’d react to what he does; he’s respectful of your boundaries, and if he sees that you just need to walk away from whoever’s pissing you off he doesn’t force you to confront them. He’s considerate, in his own Zoro-ish way; like he’ll quietly ask you if you want him to kick someone’s ass if you weren’t wanting to argue with them/escalate things further. 

Zoro struggles with some aspects of his mental health, and that includes depression. Once you two have been together for a while, he can tell when you’re starting to enter a downswing/darker period. He doesn’t want to embarrass you by constantly smothering you/asking if you need anything, and he reassures you that there’s no shame in asking for help if you need it. Like you, he’s also not fond of expressing how he’s feeling, but he doesn’t want you to feel alone if you’re suffering. 

[carvers-hawke]

Siblings

Carver entered the Hanged Man with a glower on his face, anger running rampant enough that he wanted to hit something. It was almost enough to make him regret passing Coop up on the offer to clear out some of the raiders on the Wounded Coast. 

Almost.

Except his back really was still fucked up from their last fight and even worse she had gone. Aveline and her whole holier than thou bullshit--what right did she have to block his application? She hadn’t been Guard Captain then, and even so! Aveline knew their situation--Cooper and them working odd, dangerous jobs to pay for a gamble, Hayden stuck working at what had to be the shittiest tavern in all of Kirkwall. But she thought she knew better than to let him in the Guard because why? Because she happened to only know him for the worst possible year of his whole damn life. 

His hand hit the table with a loud smack, loud enough to make Nora shoot him a dirty look and pivot on her heel away from his little table in the corner. 

And there went his drink with her… great. 

The young man groaned, fingers spearing through his hair and tangling with a sharp pull at his scalp. As if today couldn’t get any fucking worse. 

He let his head fall against the table, a sight cleaner than they were before Hayden had taken up her crusade against the unhygienic conditions, and wondered if it would be too much to ask for lightning to strike him where he sat. But the Maker couldn’t be so kind, could he?

“Alright,” A heavy tankard thunked down less than an inch from his head and Carver lifted his gaze to meet his older sister’s. “You’re scaring away the reputable business, what’s up with you?”

Hayden looked annoyed, hand on her hip and brows pulled together like he was some sort of inconvenience. It didn’t help Carver’s mood at all, and he leaned back to swipe the drink.

“Fuck off and leave me alone.” 

Her lips pinched at the remark, nostrils flaring as he could practically see her heels digging in. They were both stubborn, was the problem; Carver knew that Hayden wouldn’t let his bad attitude go, so it was a stand-off to determine which was more intense--her nosiness or his assholishness.

“Carver.”

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it, okay?” He snapped, draining the tankard to about half in a few gulps. “Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Carver.” She repeated again, dragging out the stool next to him and plopping down. “Is it your back? Is that what’s got the stick up your ass?”

Hayden didn’t even wait for him to respond, her hand snaking up the back of the loose shirt he was wearing to press against the knobs of his spine. Carver hissed at the press of icy fingers, resisting the urge to flinch away as they warmed almost immediately. The healing magic oozed into the tired, bruised muscles, and he had to admit… it did ease up the ache.

“Sorry.” Hayden said absently, head tilted in his direction as she focused on her work. “I know I’m not as good at this as Beth or Anders.”

Carver wanted to snap at her; in the middle of a crowded bar was not the place to be using magic. Did she want to get caught and carted off to the Gallows? But he knew it would be useless. Father had taught them long ago how to hide their magic, even when they were using it. And she had to go and be nice, didn’t she? Didn’t even wait for him to admit that he was in pain before moving to soothe it. 

Bethany and Coop were masters at that tactic--it was hard for him to stay mad when his siblings were being nice. And he was especially vulnerable to Hayden’s acts of kindness, because they didn’t come as often or as easily as the other two’s. Not that his sister was cruel, but Beth and Coop were just… they were always nice, affectionate verbally. Hayden kept her emotions close to her chest, emotionally constipated mother liked to joke, but she would always blindside them with thoughtful actions.

Fucking unbelievable.

“Thanks.” He replied gruffly, spine curling to press into her touch. “It’s… sorry. I just.” 

“Things have been stressful.” Hayden offered neutrally, and he could tell that she was choosing her words carefully, avoiding her usual snark. 

The attempt at civility, when normally they’d be snapping and fighting back and forth, was enough to ease his annoyance, and break down his resistance. Because she was trying to connect, trying to talk to him and actually listen, and while they were both bad at it, the fact that she was willing to try... She was always willing to try, and Carver honestly believed that that went a long way.

Carver sucked in a breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out in a long exhale. “My application to the guard got declined.”

“Did you… talk to Aveline?” She asked carefully. “She could have put in a good word. Plus, you clearly have experience with that thing.” 

Carver rolled his eyes, sitting forward a little. “Wow, no why didn’t I think to ask Aveline--of course I asked Aveline, I’m not an idiot!”

Her hand dropped in surprise at the bite in his voice, and Carver immediately felt contrite. “She’s the one who blocked my application. Doesn’t think I’d make a good guard, that I ‘won’t put other people first’.” 

“Hm.” Hayden stood suddenly, and he could see her jaw working back and forth. “Well, she’s right, you’d make a terrible guard.”

The words came as such a shock, cutting deep, that Carver didn’t even have a response ready as his sister walked away. He sat there, stunned and hurt, and the only thing he could think to do--body working automatically--was finish his drink. Carver blinked fiercely at the sting in his eyes, heart sinking as he stared down at his hands wondering why he’d even bothered to come. Hayden could be brusque sometimes, sure, but she wasn’t intentionally cruel. Which meant… did she really think that?

It hurt more than it should have, and he was angry at himself for caring about her opinion at all, when she came back carrying a replacement drink, as well as a shot of dark brown liquor in a small glass.

“But Aveline is wrong about the reason.” She continued, completely oblivious to the way Carver had hunched in on himself, hands clenched in his lap. “Unfortunately for you, Carv, in this particular situation, you’re a good person. You have a strong sense of right and wrong, you know? You become a guard, and you’d want to uphold actual justice, not the law.”

“Fuck off, Hayden. You’re an asshole you know, you don’t have to try to make me feel better. Just say Aveline is right and be done with it.” He didn’t want her pity, and he didn’t want her false attempts at cheering him up.

His sister set the drinks down in front of him, before resuming her seat. “No, listen. I didn’t mean that as an insult Carver. Fuck--you’re too fucking good for the guard! What do they even do? Not protect the people, that’s for damn sure. They’re just there to uphold the status quo of Hightown.” 

She shook her head sharply, a look of disgust on her face. “You remember when we were sent by that magistrate, to bring in that apostate Kelder? And what were the fucking guard doing? Sitting around with their thumbs up their asses. Did they give a fuck that he had a child held hostage down there with him? Did they care about what would happen to her? No!”

“No! Because the magistrate wanted him brought in alive. Didn’t even mention that he was a mage escaped from the Circle--which would have made it Templar business. That man abused his position of power, and the guards just went along with it.” Hayden swiped her hand irritably across her cheek, eyes blazing. “You would have gone in there and saved that girl, regardless of orders, because it was the right thing to do.”

Carver looked at his older sister in shock, but she kept going. “Law enforcement cannot be just and right if the laws themselves are unjust. And how can the laws be just if they’re written and decided upon by a bunch of rich people who have no idea of what anyone else goes through? Or worse, they’re rich because of what other people go through.” 

“Hayden…” He wanted to ask if she’d been reading one of Anders’ manifestos, but she barreled right over him.

“And furthermore! Fuck Aveline! She might not be as openly corrupt as Jevlan was, and sure she won’t let any of the really heinous shit slide, but still--she was their Guard Captain, she is culpable for the moral fiber of her subordinates.” She continued. “You would be miserable as a guard, but more than that you’d be vocal and unafraid to call people out on their bullshit--and to them, it’s more important to be seen as a unified front than to admit that some of their practices might be wrong.”

Eventually she needed to take a breath, and Carver watched his big sister angrily drink her water. There was a flush that darkened her cheeks, and her normally light grey eyes--the same as his--were stormy and dark. The outrage was obvious in her body language, and Carver had to stop the grin that was threatening his mouth. 

The ferocity of her defense of him, the livid frustration entirely on his behalf, of course she didn’t think Aveline was right. 

“You know, for the record maybe next time don’t just say ‘Aveline was right’ and walk away.” He offered dryly. 

Realization flashed hot with embarrassment following as Hayden choked on her drink, sending a little bit spraying--thankfully not in his direction. “I--Andraste’s ass, when will I get better at this shit?”

Never, probably, and when he pointed that out--unable to help himself because even when she was being nice, Carver was still a little brother and they still communicated mainly through bickering--she socked him squarely on the arm. 

“You’re a dickhead.” Hayden insisted. “Shut up and drink, Carver.”

It was a free drink after all, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence then.

It didn’t last long; Hayden was frowning again, but this was less angry and more thoughtful. “She’s wrong about you not putting other people first, too.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Carver snorted. “I don’t like not having a choice about it though. Then it’s fake.”

“I… ugh. You—” She struggled for words, hands fluttering as she tried to catch trail of her thoughts.

“Take your time, don’t want to overwork the squirrel that runs in your head.” He teased, snickering at the look that she gave him.

Hayden made a childish face at Carver, kicking him lightly under the table. “I’m trying to say something nice Carver, and I want you to know that after that comment I don’t mean any of it.”

He waved a hand to let her continue, thumb rubbing circles along the rim of the tankard.

“I know that things have always been difficult for us. And that, due to certain… things,” She gave a furtive glance around for any possible eavesdroppers, “that afflict Beth and I, that everyone has always been stressed to a point. In terms of attention and opportunity you and Coop had to draw the short straw--you in particular--and that wasn’t fair. Even if we couldn’t help it, and even if mom and dad tried the best they could, it still wasn’t fair.” 

Carver looked at his sister, really looked at her, and he could see that she was struggling to find the right words. She wasn’t a verbal person, when it came to connecting, and the fact that she was making an effort--Carver didn’t doubt her sincerity, he couldn’t. Because he knew her so well, and he knew that she believed every word wholly. 

“But you always put us first. You’ve always been there to keep an eye on us, and protect us.” Her fingers curled absently, and he was certain they were both thinking of the incident at the end of the summer. “So I just want you to know, whether you’re doing it because you want to, or because you have to, I see you. I see what you’re doing, and we don’t say it enough, but I’m grateful.”

Both of her hands reached out for his, and Carver instinctively covered them with one palm, willing some of his own body heat into the chilled digits. “There’s something great in you, Carver. Something that hasn’t gotten the attention it deserves--but I know it will. And once it does… you’re going to do something great. Because that’s who you are already; a hero. I know it, Beth and Coop know it, we just have to step back and let you show it off.”

There was a tightness in his throat when she rested her head carefully on his shoulder, leaning into the shelter of his side. The recognition, the acknowledgement of his worth beyond just being the youngest Hawke, it meant a lot to him, and Carver squeezed Hayden’s hands in silent thanks. These sorts of moments, soft and vulnerable, were rare between them, and that made them all the more precious. 

Unfortunately, though, Hayden was technically working--she couldn’t spend all night sitting and making him feel better. And a pointed cough from Corff had her eventually straightening up, fracturing the moment.

“Hey, uh,” She stood again, collecting his empty cups. “Stay until I get off? We can grab our gear, maybe Merill and anyone else who’s up and about, and show those Guardsmen what they’re missing? I heard that the Sharps Highway men were prowling around Lowtown.”

Well, he had wanted to hit something today, and his back was feeling a lot better.

“Now you’re speaking my language.” He grinned. “Show em how it’s done.”

The expression was matched on her face and she nodded. “Sounds like a plan, oversized little brother.” 

“Sounds like a plan, you bony gremlin.” Carver responded easily, barking out a laugh as she flipped him off over her shoulder. 

[kingdom-hearts-imagine]

Kingdom Hearts Match-Up Request

Name: Corethra (or Corey for short)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Hand Packer at an ice cream factory

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Chinese Zodiac: Year Of The Pig

MBTI Type: INFJ

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Race/Ethnicity: African-American

Height: 4'11

Body Type/Shape: Average but well developed figure at best. I’m pretty small because of my height.

Hair Color/Style: Black and naturally curly but I keep it relaxed and flat-ironed so it’s straight. It’s long and goes down to just below my shoulder blades.

Glasses or No?: Yes I wear glasses

Eye Color: Brown

Hobbies/Interests: Video games, reading, writing, anime, internet surfing, listening to music, politics (sometimes), watching movies/TV shows, basically being an overall nerd

Dislikes: Ignorance, stupidity, restriction, manipulation/gas-lighting, bullying, humanity, not being understood

Personality: At first glance, I seem quiet and keep to myself, only speaking when I need to or when I’m spoken to. I’m an anti-social introvert to the fullest and don’t care much for small talk or going out. I prefer to have deeper conversations. When I get comfortable enough in whatever environment I’m in, I start to open up bit by bit. I’m a tomboy and pretty rough-minded. I’m very sassy, have a smart, sarcastic, and witty mouth if not humorous and outrageous at times, can be borderline rude, and I’m more sensitive than I care to be. I can literally cry at someone’s suffering especially if it’s someone I’m close to or even a total stranger. I’m very empathetic and my heart is bigger than what most people would expect. Most people describe me as quiet, intelligent, creative, dorky, and really sweet. I love a good laugh and have an open sense of humor to boot.

Many of my friends say that I’m very sweet and kind which I usually am if I’m in a good mood as well as affectionate as hell. Hugs and pet names galore with me! However only my friends and family see that side of me. My language is often unfiltered, harsh, foul, and blunt which shocks people because they think I’m a pure angel. I say what I want when I want and no one tells me otherwise. If they do, they can expect a mouthful from me. I’m an escapist and very imaginative, can be a bit scatterbrained at times, and I’m methodical and detailed almost to the point of perfectionism. I’m usually a walking contradiction in terms of personality in so many ways to the point where the real me is almost impossible to decipher.

I have many pet peeves and I get annoyed easily in general. I’m also slowly embracing misanthropy and nihilism to a lesser extent. I’m practically zero tolerance when it comes to bullshit. I hate confrontation and conflict but I’m starting to work on it so I can be less passive-aggressive and more assertive. I also wish to stand up for myself more often than I should so people won’t think that I’m weak and an easy target. I’m pretty cynical which is to be expected and usually expect the worst from people. When someone angers me, I will either just withdraw altogether and completely cut them off (slam the door basically) or get in their face and go off before doing the former. I’m the “hold my anger in and release it all at once” type but I hope to change that one day and stop letting things fester before they get out of hand. I can be quite petty and even cold as well and if someone wrongs me, they will have to make the first move to mend fences. I refuse to apologize if I’m not in the wrong and I will not accept gaslighting/guilt tripping.

I have issues with trust and a wild imagination to boot. I usually trust my instincts and can see right through bullshit. I don’t like taking risks and I have to know all the details when I do something so I don’t mess up and look like an idiot. I am indeed a perfectionist at times. I haven’t been in a relationship yet and am still a virgin due to my issues with trust and not wanting to be hurt or humiliated as well as being picky/perfectionistic with the people I allow in my life. I expect a lot from people and myself although I’m pretty laid-back and a bit lazy most of the time which allows me to also take a lot of shit from people too before I eventually say “fuck it” and slam the door on them.

Many people praise me for my intelligence which is fitting since I’m an intellectual. My ideals and beliefs are rather odd to say the least (I’m a classical liberal/independent and despise most ideologies/ideas. This includes religion, feminism, social justice, traditionalism, statism, big government, nationalism, socialism/communism, etc.) and I feel misunderstood because of it (mostly because of the black community ostracizing me). I am indeed a rebel, open-minded, and a free thinker. No one tells me how to think or feel or else they face my wrath. I highly value power over myself and I think it’s the most important thing that a person needs in order to survive. I am definitely an outcast at heart and I often distance myself from others and don’t like talking about my feelings or beliefs because I think most people lack the ability/capacity to understand me. Before I give my opinion on something, I like to do as much research as possible as well as look at things from all perspectives before coming to my own conclusion. I don’t mind discussing things but I prefer logic over emotion when doing so which makes it damn near impossible these days for me to have an real conversation without insults and threats being thrown (usually towards me). Chances are I’m gonna find something wrong with damn near anything someone believes in or says and I’m not afraid to call it out when I see it. Once I do open up and express how I feel, the gates of passion will open up and never close.

I’m currently battling depression and often experience many symptoms of it including suicidal thoughts. I also suffer from iron-deficiency anemia and irregular periods. These things are pretty annoying and humiliating for me to deal with whenever they pop up.

Overall, I’m pretty crazy and a handful to deal with. Good luck matching me up with someone :P

I can see you with...

Ansem the Wise

You both share the same level of intelligence and sometimes get into heated debates. (You both eventually stop once you realize that neither of you are wiling to give up the fray.) Ansem, at first, was like a support system, a therapist for you then he started to feel for you. You thought he was just taking pity on you for your conditions, but those feelings turned out to be genuine. You awake to a hot breakfast everyday before you head off to work. Ansem does his best to provide for you and keep you happy. He does worry about you and will leave the laboratory early if he feels like somethings not right. He gives you space when you need it, he holds you when you cry, he's there for you when you're at your worst, he's always there to pick you back up and dust you off. He treasures your smile, your laugh, you in general.

[yo-la-gusanito]

forever and ever part 1 (thomas Jefferson x reader)

terrible translation into English

You accompany your brother-in-law Alexander Hamilton to a cabinet battle, because your sisters Angelica and Eliza were pregnant and Peggy had gone to London with her fiance.

"Come on T / n, I can not allow the Virginian to win this battle," Alexander says as he opens the door to a large room.

"Yes ..." you answer while you look at all the places until you meet the very president of America "oh Mr. Washington, it's a pleasure to see you after a long time" you bow.

"Oh Miss Schuyler, how long is it going on," replies Mr Washington.

"It's all beautiful my sisters were right about this, it's so beautiful," you reply.

"Yes, everything is beautiful ... but where is that idiot Thomas ..." is silent to see the face of Washington and a person who can not get to see "I did not say anything"

You turn to see who is behind Washington, to find someone with dark skin and abundant hair only that you look away to Alexander which is fuming.

"Fence, fence ... look what brought the Caribbean ..." replied the man "oh and comes with a company"

You turn to see more of serca the gentleman "oh sorry for my modale, I am T / n Schuyler" you do a reverence "it's a pleasure to meet you sir ..." you wait for me to answer you.

"Jefferson, I'm Thomas Jefferson and the pleasure is all mine Miss Schuyler" he stretches out his hand for you to hold and place a kiss.

But on the other side is Alexander, worse than ever, knowing that his young sister-in-law is in the hands of the most ruthless of the world for him, and next to this was George Washington putting his hand on this "do not follow me that they are. .. "Start Alexander.

"Do not ruin anything," warns Washington.

They look like you and the Virginian are talking and capturing every praise he makes you because your cheeks are blushed, but after a moment they come back and see how Thomas' eyes darken because of the hatred in them.

"Well Hamilton, let the show begin"

After that they go to the Senate, where you see how each of them defends their positions until death would be able to say.

(...)

You stayed hours watching until Mr. Washington, decides that the winner is Alexander which you feel great pride but pity the Thomas, so when they are about to go you decide to go to talk with Thomas.

"I tell you a lot about your loss," you answer, taking a few steps from Thomas.

He looks at you and gives a slight laugh "do not worry, everything ends when Washington retires" he responds, stopping his hands for his laughs.

"And what do you propose?" Questions.

"As I know you will not tell Hamilton," he replies, looking at Alexander who is behind you talking to Washington.

You put your hand on your chest and pick up the other "I promise I'm not going to say anything"

He looks at you but stretches the little finger "by the little finger"

You release a laugh "for the little finger"

"Well em wue te parese if tomorrow we go somewhere"

"I would love to"

After that your brother-in-law arrives interrupting the conversation with Thomas and back home he makes you a sermon about how dangerous it is to be with him, only that you simply nod, and when they arrive at your house you go running to your room to decide what clothes You are going to use tomorrow.

You stay a while thinking until your older sister Eliza arrives.

"Sister, why are you so hesitant in your wardrobe?" She asks as she goes to sit on your bed with a slight laugh "you make me remember when I was starting to go out with Alexander ... wait for you?"

You look at your sister and you nod.

"It's about time who is the lucky one" I design rising from the seat but then goes back to bed again due to the pregnancy.

"It is coincidentally the enemy of your husband" you dises while taking a slight nervous laugh.

"Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson?" He asks quietly.

You nod your head expecting the worst.

"Well if he makes you happy then ... I'm happy too, here's your happiness, not mine" responds parandoce and hugging "and if you ask me I like how you have the pastel pink dress"

You release a laugh to later save all the dresses except the one your sister said and then accompany her to the kitchen and help the servants to set the table.

(...)

The day arrived and Thomas had arrived punctually as he promised, after a greeting they went to a restaurant to spend the afternoon where they talked about all kinds of topics.

"So France is currently in the process of revolution?" Questions taking a bit of tea.

"Yes" he raises his head to avoid showing sadness "only that I have a friend who is currently imprisoned" he responds and then look into his eyes.

"Are you talking about Mr. Lafayette?" You ask as you stretch out your hand to touch hers and it intertwines with yours.

"Yes, his wife also only that she is with her children" he responds rubbing his thumb against your knuckles "I tried to talk with Washington about this issue but he said that we are going to keep neutral because we have been free for a short time"

"Soon you will find some solution" you say roseI raise his hands to give him a stronger grip.

"I hope so" he replies to pull his hands towards him and kiss them.

They stay talking for a while until you see that it is very dark and you decide to go back to your home, clearly with Thomas accompanying you.

When they arrive they knock on the door since you forgot your keys and there you see how your father opens the door.

"Hi, daughter, and ..." he gave Thomas a threatening look.

"Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson sir, it's a pleasure to meet you," he responds a little nervously.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Jefferson, for accompanying my daughter" after that he leaves, leaving them alone and in an uncomfortable silence.

"Well, it was a pleasure to see you ... I hope to see you another time" interrupted him with a kiss on the rack.

"See you later" you answer and then go to the entresda leaving a smiling Thomas and putting his hand where you kissed him.

A WEEK LATER.

You are in the dining room talking with your sisters about how the departure with Thomas is going and that each time you are more affectionate until your father appears, along with Alexander.

"There is a note from Jefferson and it is not addressed to Alexander," your father replies sternly "and it is addressed to Candela.

"T / n, you told my plans to Jefferson!" Alexander jumps a little angrily.

"Alexander," says Eliza "let her talk.

You breathe deeply "Well, first of all I did not mention anything to Thomas and second, I'm talking to him for a week, we met when I went to the cabinet debate with Alexander" put your hand behind your head.

"Well, from what I read, they seem to have been talking ... and he wants to talk to me, and if he wants that he will have it, Hamilton. When you see Jefferson tomorrow, you are going to tell him that I want to talk to him and that come to dinner "after that leave the room and you stay pale for then without saying the fastest stairs.

Arriving at your room, you sit on your bed feeling the tears fall lightly on your face as you go to the drawer where you kept the letters that Thomas gave you and begin to reread until you hear someone knock on the door and keep everything quicker poible.

"T / n" you listen to Angelica talk while she opens the door "you're fine"

"No, I'm scared and if dad does not like me and he does not let me see him anymore," you respond already crying.

"Do not say that but if it happens remember that Peggy and I are escaping and in the same way that you helped us, we will help you" reponde abrazandote.

"Thank you" replied responding to the hug.

(...)

The feared day arrived, down the stairs to meet Thomas talking quietly with Angelica.

"Hello" greetings

While shots are illuminated the eyes "hello linda" reaponde holding your hand to kiss her.

"How did you do all this time?" Questions because he was taking care of his friend James.

"Well, it seems that every time is improving but I could take a free moment" he answers with the same calmness as always.

"Mr. Jefferson, it's a pleasure to see you again, please I want to speak with you along with Mr. Hamilton"

After that they disappear and by magic act your sisters appear.

"Do you know what Jefferson is going to ask Papa not?" Asks Angelica, in a picaro tone.

"No, and it's better that ... they're going to go see it?"

"Sip" Eliza to then climb the stairs with Angelica, while you decided to go to the kitchen to help set the table.

Time later your sisters returned but you refuse to see their faces so you can see the window in front of the beautiful snowy weather.

"We came back" says Alexander, giving Thomas a warning look.

"Well, everyone at the kitchen, let's eat" after that everyone goes to the table.

(...)

"Peggy, T / n would like to touch something for us" his father asks after the sign as he looks at the cello and the piano.

You look at your sister, who looks at you and assents, then goes to the cello and you to the piano.

"What would you like to hear" questions.

"Whatever you want, take pride," replies Eliza, to which with your sister they turn a worried look.

They begin to play trying not to equibocarte and keep the notes well and the same seems to try to make it peggy because you do not hear it hit the instrument with the skin, on the other hand they are all silent listening as they play until they reach the end where everyone looks at them in shock until they start applauding.

"Proud is little, you can tell they learned the best" answers Angelica accounts with you "I think it's time for another song, but this time leave it to me and peggy" after that she takes your place so, you go to one of the armchairs.

"What do you think of some balls?" Eliza asks holding Alexander's hand.

"But love, there are not enough instruments," replies Alexander, laughing.

"That's the least of it" your sisters get to play making Eliza and Alexander dance accompanied by your parents.

"Em T / n would you like to dance" asks Thomas stretchinghand.

"I'd love it" you answer when you grab Thomas' hand and then dance with him.

During the whole dance you find it almost impossible to separate your eyes from him, which Thomas suffers from the same thing that proboca that every time you release a laugh.

Suddenly your sisters stop playing, and decided to go back to do their activities, while Thomas and you go for a walk in the courtyard of the farm.

"Em T / n-" he looks away, trying to hide his little smile.

"Are you okay Thomas?" You approach him and put your hand on his shoulder.

"No, T / n I'm not good" turns his head and looks at you already with his whole face red.

"What happened, this is all you want medicine oh-" you get closer to him.

"I think it sounds stupid but, I think I would feel very bad if I do not do this now" he responds to then put his hand on the sack of his sack and kneels.

"Thomas-" you put your hand in your mouth.

"T / n Schuyler, would you do me the favor of making me the happiest man in the world, agreeing to be my wife for the rest of my life?" He asks, pulling out a red velvet box showing a beautiful colored ring. silver and one day neither very big nor very small.

"Yes, Thomas Jefferson I accept to be your wife for the rest of my life" you lay down in his arms which he hugs you and begins to turn, until he lowers you and you can see some tearful attempts poking through his eyes which are erased by your fingers, the simple smile and then come a little closer to him and kiss you, a short kiss but full of feelings, it hurts that I had to be cut because of the promising cry of your sisters.

(...)

"You say this is the right dress" questions as you turn on your axis to see the whole dress.

"Yes daughter," your mother replies and then grab all your hair "and together with a hairstyle you will be like a queen" let your hair down.

"I can not believe that our little sister is getting married" says Eliza with Philip in her hands, due to the birth of this a few weeks ago.

"Well" you answer, and you turn to your mother and sister "this is the one".

(...)

"Madison, you say this suit is fine?" He asks, leaving his room showing a majestic suit and black details.

"If Thomas, whatever you use she'll like," Madison replies.

"Well, this will be"

(...)

You hear the sound of the birds sing as you go to the entrance of the Church, when you enter the arm of your father, everyone in the place rise, your sisters are ahead as bridesmaids along with the friend of your pledged and future husband James Madison, who puts his hand on the shoulder of Thomas who is already in a great fight to avoid crying.

You approach the altar and your father hugs you.

"Daughter you do not know how happy I am for you" squeezes you a little more in the embrace, then hold your hand and give it to Thomas "Mr. Jefferson, I hope you make my daughter the most false woman in the world"

Thomas grabs your hand "that and much more Mr. Schuyler" then helps you climb with the "you look beautiful" whispers slightly only to be heard only you.

"You do not stay behind, love," you answer.

Then the Cure of the Church begins to live some words and arrive at the moment of the vows, making Madison and Peggy take a step forward delivering the vows.

(...)

"Now I declare you husband and wife, you can kiss the bride"

After the signal takes hold of the sintura and kisses you, a kiss full of love and deceived for a long time, by the first kiss as a husband and wife.

(...)

They're all celebrating the current engagement, and your sister Peggy grabs you by the hand and starts spinning.

"God never believed that this would be possible" you say with a laugh.

"You know I thought the same thing but guess who is being a mother" I designed whispering the latter.

You release a scream and then hug your sister "congratulations my beautiful, this I will tell Thomas" sales addressed to Thomas who is with Mr. Washington and Hamilton "love, I have something to tell you" answer grabbing his arm.

"Well Mrs. Jefferson, I'm all ears" he follows you and you gossip towards Peggy.