#not tagging ships so i dont get hunted like a dog

[malewife-babygrrl]

i love how bylers and milevens are at constant war but lumax and elmax shippers are besties. why cant we all love each other.

[dootdootwriting]

hihi! can I request a romantic kazuha x reader fic, when he returns home from wandering around? thank you!

with love,

-🧊☕️

i leave for so long and when i get back i have emoji anons...... this is the best day of my life clearly i've made it as a writer/hj

also i have over 700 followers now i dont know how THAT happened but i'm glad u guys like my words!!

sorry i've been gone for so long :,) turns out finishing high school is kind of a big deal ?? but i'm back now so :) hit me w ur requests and im so sorry again LMAO

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pairing: kazuha x reader; platonic thoma, ayaka, & ayato x reader tw: mentions of loneliness; uhhhhhh inazuma quest spoilers i suppose????, beidou lifts an entire anchor by herself because listen to me when i tell you this woman is BUILT. wife. this isnt a trigger but it IS important. type: written, (angst to(?)) fluff, this is SO cheesy somebody shoot me PLEASE my brain is ROTTING pronouns: NONE LOL :D

KAZUHA had left only a day or two after the vision hunt decree had been lifted. Though he was no longer considered an enemy of the state, he'd told you he'd still felt uncomfortable, that people still trailed their gazes after him, and that he still hid instinctively sometimes from Kujou Sara and her men.

It made sense, of course. And since he'd been helping aboard captain Beidou's ship for so long, she'd gladly offered to let him tag along with her crew for a while longer to help take the edge off things. Kazuha was grateful, and though he promised he'd miss you (and you knew he would), you could tell he was relieved when he boarded the ship one more time.

It had been around four months since he'd left.

Letters had been delivered, written full of everything he'd seen and sometimes delivered with foreign flowers that had reminded him or you or trinkets fashioned from grass or tree bark in his spare time. From the words on the pages, you could tell he was making the most of his journey, and that taking in so many new places was, for him, the best of vacations.

For you, however, it meant loneliness.

You had your friends, who you would meet up with from time to time at Komore Teahouse. You would engage in ridiculous hotpot games with the Kamisatos and Thoma. You would pet Taroumaru's obnoxiously, adorably fluffy pelt. And while these were excellent pastimes and helped get your mind away from Kazuha for a few moments, your thoughts always circled back to him in the end.

So when finally, after three and a half months of waiting, you got a letter saying he was on his way back, you were overjoyed. You told everyone you could think of. Ayaka laughed with you and gave you a bear hug (then quickly coughed and apologized, though you told her she had nothing to worry about). Taroumaru barked happily and wagged his tail, too polite a dog to jump on you. Thoma congratulated you loudly from his seemingly permanent abode of the bathroom, and Ayato smiled sincerely at you, which seemed to be about the most he could do without laughing at Thoma's predicament (poor guy).

And all this led to you now, feet planted firmly on the docks despite your nervous stomach seeming to be in your throat, eyes trained desperately on the horizon for any sign of the Alcor and its fleet. News had come yesterday that it would be arriving shortly, and, being so kind and incredibly connected, Thoma had delivered the news to you.

Finally, after what seemed like days but was most likely just over an hour, something caught your eye. It seemed like just a shadow at first, but it quickly became more visible, and with it the sound of a whistling tune only one person could make. Kazuha sat, as laid-back as ever, in the crow's nest, a blade of grass in hand at his lips. The lookout officially on duty tapped him a few times on the shoulder and pointed at the docks, and Kazuha quickly sat up, eyes darting around to find you.

It wasn't long before he did, and with the Crux coming in so quickly, you could spot the exact moment when he spotted you. Kazuha's entire face lit up into a grin so wide you'd probably only seen it on him once before. His hair whipped about into his face and out into the wind, and he waved with both hands stretched as far as he could, letting go of the blade of grass he had been playing just a moment before. It danced out into the wind, and by the time you couldn't see it anymore, the Alcor had pulled up to the dock, and Beidou waved to you before hoisting the anchor overboard.

Kazuha wasted no time. Almost like a cat, he leapt from his perch and hit the deck of the ship so hard you almost worried if he'd injured himself. You didn't have the time to, however, because as soon as his feet touched the Alcor, Kazuha was running toward you at full speed, swooping you up in his arms and laughing to the point where, if you were able to catch a glimpse of his face while yours was buried in his shirt, you would have noticed tears.

"I missed you," he said, and it wasn't loud. It was almost whispered, so quiet that only the two of you could hear it.

"I missed you, too," you replied, and without another word, Kazuha grabbed your face uncharacteristically roughly and pressed his lips against yours. It felt like he kissed you for almost as long as you'd been waiting for him to come back. Though the world moved along outside, the two of you were in your little bubble, as if the archons had been so merciful as to grant you a little pocket of immortality to enjoy just this once.

Kazuha pulled away after a few moments, cheeks flushed as red as the autumn leaves he adored so much. You felt heat rush into yours as well.

"Do you want to do anything now that you're back? I can help you carry things if you need," you offered, your hand finding its home holding his.

"Let's just go home," Kazuha answered, his own hand squeezing yours in response.

After all this time waiting, you think, you are more than happy to oblige.

[beetleshade]

fantasy setting au rough ideas

sorry if this is any nonsense, i am very tired and just trying to get the key concepts

first off: body type ideas for the clans! obviously not everyone looks exactly (or even remotely) like this, but this is kind of the stereotype, or the standard of beauty (plus lots of bonus culture info <3). 

- thunderclan are styled kind of like lions, with fluffy chests and a tuft at the end of their tail. they are mainly ambivalent towards humans. its common practice to wrap part or most of their tail to accentuate the tuft at the end. their preferred weapon is the sword. 

- windclan are significantly taller than the other clans, and very lean, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. living the furthest from human settlements, they retain higher levels of inborn magic (why they look less like normal cats). they have large paws. they operate hidden mines on their territory, and supply the other clans with most of their tools in order to maintain peace and control of their increasingly valuable land. they are the least friendly with humans, and will defend their territory with force. their preferred weapon is the spear. 

- riverclan are the most materially wealthy of the clans by human standards, and the most beautiful. almost all of their original mainland territory has been lost, so they live almost entirely in their ships, with young kits and elders living on their island settlements. they trade extensively with humans, and often wear jewelry and fine fabrics. many cats (read: windclan) consider their relations with humans traitorous and riverclan to be hardly better than kittypets. their preferred weapon is the dagger.

- shadowclan are the smallest of the clans on average, and have short, sleek pelts. they live mainly in the coniferous forest of their territory, but patrol their marshes extensively on silent punts, with patrols often staying out for days at a time and sleeping shifts in raised watchtowers. they are the second least friendly with humans. their preferred weapon is the bow.

- the tribe are stocky and solid, with thick, snow-resistant pelts. closely allied with windclan, they also retain more magic than most of the clans. they used to ride eagles, but as humans settled the land and leeched much of the magic from it the art was gradually lost. humans who venture into the mountains almost always disappear, and riverclan keeps a distance from their cliffs.

- skyclan had long arms and feathery, squirrel-like tails, and lived in the canopy of an ancient deciduous forest. they were initially friendly with human settlers, but as their territory was encroached upon they left the island to issue a plea to the human king to stop settlement of the island entirely. they were never seen again. this is a major part of the reason shadowclan, windclan, and the tribe do not like humans.

kittypets, loners, and rogues are not quite what they are in the books, and the clans do not have quite the same attitudes towards them.

kittypets are cats who, recognizing that cats are at a disadvantage to humans and unlikely to come out on top in the long run, have allied themselves completely with humans. they usually live in the house of a human and are fed by them in exchange for pest control and entertainment. wild cats view kittypets as weak-willed traitors and essentially voluntarily enslaving catkind, kittypets view wild cats as clinging to a dying way of life and blind to the trajectory of the world. if you have ever read the webcomic housepets, for many born kittypets it is kind of like that, they are treated basically like permanent kids.

loners are cats who recognize what they can gain from humans, but are not willing to compromise their independence. usually, this will mean living on or near a human property in their own house and doing working for a wage. for example, barley in this au lives in a small house on a farm and rides a dog, acting as a shepherd. he is paid enough to buy things like clothes and furniture, and is allowed to set his own rabbit traps on the property. he does not hunt mice in the barn, as he views this as beneath him. kittypets and wild cats view loners kind of like centrists.

rogues are cats who, like the clans, are against humans and want to preserve cat culture, but who do not live in groups. before humans came, rogues were treated by the clans essentially the same as in the books, but now, united against a common enemy, they are generally respected and allowed to traverse clan territory freely.

(this is rusty and greypaw’s first meeting, dont expect these clothes ideas to be permanent in any way i am still figuring that part out)

finally a little map i sketched up! ideally it would have a better sense of scale (i have always hated the scale of warriors....) but we cant have everything we want in life i guess. the island should be like 50 miles across? its not small. (yes I know the blue and purple look very similar yes I know my handwriting sucks)

tag list! (feel free to ask to b added to this :3)

@justanothadeadbloginthevoid

[castielsbeeslippers]

Dean’s bar was loud but not the kind of loud that gets under your skin, there was a warmth to the crowded bar, a deep sense of home and belonging moved through the building when Dean’s voice would boom over the chattering patrons and welcome in someone with a wide smile on his face.

Dean did it all; he was the bartender on most occasions , he was the owner , door greeter , fight breaker upper (luckily that didn’t happen often because at ,Dean's people knew it wouldn’t be tolerated. ) ,and in this of course he was not alone he Had Castiel.

Cas the love of his life from hell , to purgatory to now when Dean finally opened his mouth and let the truth fall out.

“Ya’know….’ Dean was gripping Cas’ hand as they drove down the highway after an arduous hunt in the middle of nowhere Arkansas.

“I think I’m getting too old for this Cas.” A smile tugging his lips.

Cas grinned all gums and wrinkles. Magic words he had prayed to hear.

He didn’t push the issue or ask when or how he just squeezed Dean’s hand tighter and hummed softy with the tune of ramble on.

No less than two months later Dean started asking his opinion on buildings in the area asking what he thought of the location and if he liked them.

Castiel felt such overwhelming pride , Dean wanted to own a bar… but it was more than that. Cas would listen as Dean would explain how it could be a hub for hunters, especially the young ones ,the ones that he was once among. The reckless , the misguided , the abandoned.

Dean knew what it was like to finally find a space. It was Bobby’s first ,the Bunker ,Jody’s and every found family and home and in between and then it was Cas.

Dean wanted to make sure other kids , teen’s hell even adults had someplace they could trust to be there when the whole world felt like it was ending because shit maybe it was.

Things moved quickly as the summer crept quietly into Kansas and with the first swelter of the summer’s sun Dean’s bar was officially open for business.

It wasn’t anything grandiose , but with the help of his family it was everything Dean had dreamed of and more. Dean cried on opening day and he didn’t feel ashamed bout’ it not one lick.

He’d earned this , died for this , bleed for it and sure it was Cas’ words that were rattling in his head telling him how he was truly worthy of love and deserved happiness and peace...but right then and the days that followed Dean finally believed it.

He could be happy , safe and loved and most importantly he could give that safety and love to others.

January 24th

“Surprise!!!!!!” came a chorus of voices all at once.

Dean laughed and shook his head.

“I knew you guys were up to something ,’just take a day’ off my ass.”

Dean couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face.

Donna , Jody ,Claire , Kaia and Sam had shoed him and Cas out of the bar early that afternoon urging them to ‘go out and enjoy the day’.

Dean had already enjoyed a morning of worship from his not so devout ex-angel , but who was he to argue when they insisted. Especially Sam with that stupid puppy dog look that he started at age 7 and never quit.

Cas had taken Dean to a local bakery for Pie and Coffee before they headed out for a drive and maybe made a few unnecessary stops along the way before settling on just sitting and talking on a bench with a scenic view.

By the evening they made their way back to Dean’s bar where his family had set up a surprise party , balloons , pie , steamers , and of course the karaoke mechine was on and ready.

After hugs , laughs and a few rounds of food and beer Dean had found his way up to the small stage it was his turn for bad karaoke.

The tune started up , Carry on my Wayward son came out of the two small speakers.

Carry on my wayward son , there’ll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest.

Don’t you cry no more.

Dean grasped the microphone tightly giving it his all. The lyrics hitting him hard.

His friends and family all watched on smiling and cheering him on.

He met Cas’s blue eyes that were glued to him.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher

But I flew too high.

Though my eyes could see , I still was a blind man

Though my mind could think , I still was a mad man

I hear the voice when I’m dreaming

I can hear them say

Dean’s mind races filled with the thoughts of everything he’d been through in the deacade plus of his life.

He thought of all the almost-apocalypses..Demons , tricksters , dying , death from hell to pourgatory and back again . His journey of meeting Angels of meeting Castiel in that barn in Pontiac Illinois... he thought of how everything has changed.

He belted out the chorous once more granting him a few whistles from the crowd which he figured came from Donna.

Masquading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season

And if I claim to be a wise man , well

It surly means that I don’t know

On a stormy sea moving emotion

Tossed about, I’m a ship on the ocean

I set a course for the winds of fortune

But I hear the voices say

The chorous fell from Dean’s lips again and the song came to close with thunderous applause from everyone in the bar.

Throughout all the world ending , sacrifice and pain he had been through he had carried on ....He had pushed forward in the face of adversities no one man should ever have to face and even when he felt alone.. Dean was loved , and he wasn’t alone... and now that warmth all that love filled him and carried him though his days and into Cas’ open arms.

Carry on my wayward son. There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more , don’t you cry no more.

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Tag list : @my-favourite-hellatus , @i-dont-even-wanna-know , @nguyenxtrang @minxyone93

[verifiablebot]

Can you tell us more about the deer laws in your state? Can you bring in or ship out deer? What do you or people you know do with the whole carcass? Are there restrictions on other animals, besides birds? My state is lenient about deer so I can pick and choose what to take, and I know some states have restrictions on roadkill deer. I know there are reasons for these types of laws but I don't know the specific reasons that they exist.

i’ve only lived here like four months so i’m not SUPER familiar and there’s a LOT of laws/regulations on things here (especially compared to texas, where i came from,) but here’s what i understand:

- bringing in/mailing out deer and elk parts is legal.  my skulls and the backhide i brought from texas are perfectly ok to have, as are any parts of salvaged deer i may clean and sell in the future.

- deer and elk (bar deer in that one county,) are legal to pick up as roadkill as long as you fill out a salvage permit within 24 hours.

- all other roadkill is illegal to pick up in this state.

once a deer/elk salvage permit is acquired, you are free to do whatever with the carcass, be it butcher for food or simply dispose of it via burial, incineration, maceration, etc.  if you butcher it, you have to keep your permit with the meat until it’s consumed.  eat at your own risk.  

the first deer i salvaged, i picked up within minutes of its death - it was still warm and floppy - so i butchered it and filled my freezer with 40lbs of free venison, a skull, and a full pelt.  the second one was eviscerated and had sat for several hours in the rain before i picked her up, so she will be a skull and leg bones for my dogs to chew on, and i’ll bury the body in my yard once i’m not under a foot and a half of snow :T

i’m not familiar with every state’s laws, but most deer laws (and roadkill law in general,) are present to prevent poaching.  in texas, all roadkill was illegal, and deer in particular were heavily protected, to prevent people from poaching via just running over deer in their trucks (yeah, i know.  texas is wild.)  however, i was able to pick up things like opossums and raccoons because i called the game warden and got permission for those specific animals.  additionally, i have friends in virginia where even picking up shed antlers is illegal because of how heavily poached deer are for these trophies.

in washington, there’s a massive deer and elk population with few natural predators (due to them being all endangered and shit,) so it’s less of an issue to offer salvage permits for these animals.  however all other roadkill is illegal, because it’s easier to blanket-ban it than having to figure out if the person filing for a salvage permit to pick up a bighorn sheep actually found it on the road or if they just shot it illegally and are trying to say they found it to skirt around hunting laws.

as for other animals, it varies wildly state to state.  for example, in california it’s illegal to buy or sell wolves - but it is legal to own them, so you can purchase a wolf if you are in another state and bring it home to california.  in texas if you harvest a bobcat it requires a CITES tag to move it out of the state, but in other states bobcats do not require any kind of paperwork.  it is also illegal to own black bear and alligator parts in texas - but not washington.  it’s super important if you want to get into collecting to check your state animal parts laws to make sure you don’t have anything illegal!

[melyaliz]

Hacking his heart

@rae-is-a-bishu : I'm 5"4 in height and I have a pretty decent body shape. I have black hair that I usually just let down if Im cold and dark brown eyes. I can be Ras sarcastic, pessimistic, quiet and somewhat soft-hearted in a way. I love animals, coffee, tea, video games, greek mythology and jackets and I hate attention. I personally like keeping things to myself and if my bubble gets invaded by someone I dont trust I get snappy otherwise Ill be fine with it and try to slowly spill it out. Thnx!

Fandom: DC 

Summary: You may be the hacker but Roy Harper hacked his way into your heart.

Pairing: Roy Harper x Ship

Notes: I feel like my ships are starting to turn into reader inserts with very specific character traits.. If you guys hate that please let me know. Or just hate me… you are allowed to also just let me know that too. 

“Well aren't you such a cutie”

“Why thank you”

You laughed spinning around in your chair after picking up your fluffy ragdoll cat, the object of your praise. The kitty lay in your arms purring quite pleased with itself as you looked over the many screens in front of you. One was paused on Zelda: Breath of the Wild, the other three were footage from cameras you had hacked of large corporation your partner Roy Harper was infiltrating.

Well, your partner for the past month at least.

Roy had come to you for help hacking into a large corporation that had been stealing money from lower-middle-class families for years. He had heard you were one of the world’s best hackers from Barbara. That was besides having one of the best scores in several online games.

Honestly, he had expected some pudgy dude who lived in his mom’s basement.

Not you.

The dark-haired bombshell that stood in the doorway holding a large fluffy cat while two dogs barked around you. “What can I help you with ginger snap?”

Yep, he wasn’t expecting you at all.

That had been over a month and you couldn’t get rid of the wisecracking archer. Not that you were really trying that hard. It was one thing to hack into a few companies to pay bills or make sure they were really donating what they said to that charity but a totally different thing when you had a man on the inside.

Besides he had a talent for keeping up with your witty comments. A skill you appreciated.

Not to mention you guys made a great team. While you were finding the latest shrine in Zelda he was taking down four meathead goons.

“Really? I thought you already beat that level.”

“There aren’t really levels, it’s more just experience in the game…”

“How about less hunting in the wilderness of Hyrule and more deactivation of these alarms?”

“Oh trust me Ginger snap they are already deactivated. I would never leave you hanging”

“That’s why I love you”

You bit your lip, he had been throwing that word around a bit now: love. You weren’t sure if it was more of that silly flirting you both had been doing or if he did honestly love you. If so that would be an interesting turn of events.

“Good because You’re about to have to climb up the elevator shaft because I couldn’t get into the second floor.” he looked up at a camera on the wall. You had hacked into their feed so you could keep an eye on him. Well, half an eye seeing as you were also trying to beat your game.

“I thought I needed to get to the fourth floor.”

“Yeah, which is why you are taking the back door.”

“Sounds like you owe me,” he said he said as he pried open the elevator door disappearing behind it. You didn’t have any way to get a video feed from inside there seeing as there were no cameras. Which was also why you had suggested it as his way to get around that tricky second floor.

“Oh really? Owe you how?”

“Does Dinner Friday sound good?”

“Sounds more like a date.”

“We can call it that if you want.”

You paused Zelda mid swing at a tree. Did he just…?

“Or not? I can’t read your reaction.” Roy’s voice came over the speakers as the doors to the fourth floor opened.

“A date sounds nice” you admitted hoping the huge smile on your face translated through your mic. Butterflies exploding in your stomach.

“Sounds good, now excuse me while I show off to my date,” he said pulling out a few arrows at several guards came running toward him.

Tagging: @royslittleharper  @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules @jayne-writes  @guns-n-lilies @christmascass @pinkwitch21

[girlbossblackbeard]

i cant believe i was actually tagged in something!! thank you @cheekyeven and  @evenbechneiheim im busting a nut!

name: nicole nicknames: nikki (but very few people call me that now) zodiac sign: capricorn B) height: technically 5′1 &3/4″ but the driver’s license people let me put my height in the database myself so i put it as 5′3″ lmao orientation: i’ve been identifying as queer for a couple years now but im thinking about trying out the label of pansexual since it most accurately fits what i experience nationality: american (unfortunately) favourite fruit: ah shit this is a hard one. maybe nectarines? like if you’ve ever had a fucking beautiful nectarine it can be life changing favourite season: i’m copying shuani here bc it’s a Big Mood: (3),, winter favourite book: whaddup im jared im 19 and i never fuckin learned how to read favourite scent: i was actually just thinking about this the other day and i dont know! vanilla scented stuff is usually really nice and lavender helps calm me instantly but there are so many complicatedly-named scents from like yankee candle and bath and body works that smell amazing but i can never remember favourite colour: ORANGE!! favourite animal: CHINCHILLA HOLY SHIT but it’s my ultimate dream to own a cat, they’re on par with chinchillas for me coffee | tea | hot cocoa: tea!! average hours of sleep: I usually get in about 6 or 7 hours before my body wakes me up cat or dog person: cat 110% favourite fictional characters: Isak Valtersen, my beautiful boy, and probably Castiel since he’s the reason I discovered the namesake of my url number of blankets you sleep with: 1 or 2 dream trip: at this point in time it would be a dream to visit Norway because im Like That blog created: oh god, are you ready? 2011. I’ve been on this Hell Site for 6 years number of followers: 2,409 somehow!! not sure why any of yall follow me but im love you!! random fact: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in the summer of 2015 i got to travel to croatia with misha collins and a bunch of amazing people on my team bc we won an international scavenger hunt that misha set up. we got to ride on a pirate ship, it was pretty tight B)

i dont actually know who has/hasnt completed this yet but im gonna tag @tiptopevak @blueblood-and-the-crossroads and @brionbroadway !

[sanspert]

tag game

tagged by @softymir <3

1. favourite album: Right now it’s Divide by Ed Sheeran but other faves are Red, MITAM, Glory Days, Four (I am such blatant pop trash jfc)

2. favourite time of day: I have such a specific answer for this rip. Anyway, 10-11am on a Saturday or any holiday, specifically if it’s rainy out (monsoon holidays with a cup of tea, alone at home while it’s raining and there’s 90s cartoons playing is the ultimate Feeling.)

3. a song you could listen on repeat and never get tired of: Can’t pick just the one so-

3 Rounds and a Sound by Blind Pilot

Never Enough by One Direction

18 by One Direction

The Arena by Lindsey Stirling

Sofia by Alvaro Soler

4. favourite rare pair/s: I’ll keep this snk specific. 

Obv Zevi. Number 1 ship >>>>> everything else, even the Titanic is shook. I also quite like erumika (yes i just said that don’t @ me), eruren (again,,,,) mikahan, mikasasha, berumika BASICALLY IDC WHO YOU ARE JUST KEEP MIKASA HAPPY, rivamike/mikeri (tf is their ship name?), and tbh every crack ship and rairpair that exists, I can be convinced to have a soft spot for it

5. a song that never fails to make you happy: Most happy bubblegum pop songs and anything that’s happy and dancey. Also fun memey songs like Everytime We Touch and Take On Me (they’re good songs ok let me live)

6. if you had to cosplay anyone who would it be? I’ve cosplayed Hermione before and would 10/10 do it again. Also I’m working on a Ymir cosplay rn which might flop but let’s see. 

7. what would you say your ‘style’ is? Whatever this is regarding, the answer is picky. I’m finicky about everything, it’s gotta suit my mood, especially if it’s clothes and the like.

8. if you had to get a tattoo what would it be? I already have a couple (a smiley face and a song title) and the next couple i’m planning to get are something Harry Potter themed (bc im basic and also those books saved me) and something in tribute to my cat

9. favourite video game: *flexes* ALRIGHT SO 

obviously 100% absolute fave has to be the main series Pokemon games, there will never be better games like??? nintendo you can rest you did good

super smash bros although i suck balls 

overwatch obv, only first person shooter i can play, mostly bc i dont have to aim 

FFVII. damn that game ruins me still. Rest of the franchise too though i haven’t played FFXV

idk if i can still say this on tumblr and not be witch hunted for it but Undertale. Undertale will always be my shit 

those rpgmaker horror games like The Witches House and Ib

there’s a lot more but i can’t remember so 

10. a ship that is similar to your relationship goals: Levihan tbh. They didn’t need some monumental life changing event to find each other they just showed up in each other’s lives. Levi (begrudgingly) let Hange into his heart and they wouldn’t think twice about dying for each other. Also Levi keeps Hange grounded while Hange keeps him afloat and alive!! They’re just so healthy and safe and perfect and it’s all I want in life. Someone who accepts me for who I am, who’ll be there for me when no one else is, who’ll drag or tease me when i need it and most importantly someone who’ll let me be this same person for them. 

(also height difference fuck ye)

10. what was your first plushie/soft toy/teddy’s name? I think it was this ratty old teddybear named Scooby (like the dog yes). I miss him.

tagging- @yaboylevi @apetitan @yanderr02 @gpesiot @bluelemonadejuice @therenyeager and anyone else who sees this 

here’s 11 questions knock yourselves out <3 (no pressure) 

1. Most (and least) favourite fanfiction trope? 2. What do you like about your fave the most? 3. Three songs you’d recommend to anyone: 4. Songs that best describe your fave: 5. Do you believe in soulmates? 6. Sun, rain or snow? 7. Dream vacation? 8. Movies you’ve watched once and will never ever ever watch again ever not even if i paid you: 9. Fave domestic hc for your ship of choice? 10. Punk or pastel? 11. 11 things you’d tell your fave char if you could:

[vehlika-pelican]

warning for long post! i always get my best ideas at night when im on mobile and cant do a read-more. sorry. blacklist "vehl's headcannons" to stop seeing my stuff. no rvb season 15 spoilers i dont think. me3 is like 5 years old now so im not tagging it as spoilers for any of the games. OKAY, RVB X MASS EFFECT TRILOGY CROSSOVER ( mostly ME 1 because its been two hours since i started writing this post now and oh shit) #TuckerFightsARobotArmy is gonna be the tag for this and the inevitable sequel posts at first i thought, with default Femshep being a badass red-head that would make our local badass red-head Carolina the obvious choice for the role but it occurred to me that she would make a better Miranda Lawson than Commander Shepard. The Director is The Illussive Man (Tim). Aside from the daddy issues, Miranda is a big supporter of Tim's until she finally sees his dark side and resigns during the end of ME 2 just like Carolina was a staunch believer in the Director until she had to face the music. The Freelancers are involved in Project Phoenix and ultimately its every man for himself when the Director starts indoctrinating/reaperfying troops. She gets assigned to the Normandy SR-2 just before the agents make their escape and she's left out of the loop and feeling betrayed. She carries that well into hunting the Collectors and her loyalty mission involves maybe saving York and getting answers. Carolina goes into hiding just like Miranda during ME3, trying to take down her former employer and his organization on her own until she needs help. Thats where our best dudes come in. but then if she's taking the place of Miranda, who could be Shepard? let's start with the Reds. Sarge is too...Sarge. Maybe he could take Admiral Hackett's place as Admiral Colonel Sarge because obviously (everyone knows he's crazy but going from enlisted man to fleet admiral makes him a legend, and he really earned a name for himself during the First Contact War. that name was legally changed to Colonel.) Grif would be Joker, so our esteemed pilot/vehicle operator who's all back-talk and bitching. Simmons is where it gets tricky. Simmons could be an engineer, possibly a quarian, who got prosthetic limbs from when he temporarily served with Sarge on a joint human-quarian deployment and became enamored with the freedom to experiment in the Alliance opposed to the strict policies in the Migrant Fleet and sought to return to his service by trying to kiss ass. but i also like him as EDI because of the proximity to Grif and how they would develop that friendship leading up to Joker's Mission when Grif unshackles Simmons to save the Normandy in ME 2. i also kind of like krogan!Grif, and you know the two of them would have the greatest time messing with the Alliance's engineers during the retrofits. then when Simmons gets a body in ME3 he tries to get a faux-skin to look human but there's a problem and its missing in places on the left side and Grif decides to tell people he's just got some prosthetics from an accident. all shiny and chrome on the fury road. Donut is Kelly Chambers. trained in psychology but rarely clinical, loving all the species, somehow spreading a space-dog STD around the ship, a bit too naive if pretty gung-ho about the mission but give him a belt of lift grenades and hot damn we're in business. Lopez is the AI who robbed the bank? embezelled money? (ME 1) and threatened to detonate a nuclear bomb inside a shopping center but actually managed to buy and download himself into a ship and set sail for sweet robot freedom in the Persius Veil. he was caught by Sarge and officially "destroyed" when he's really locked in a Rampart mech with AI shackles that force him to aid Sarge in his crazy science endeavors. he refuses to speak anything other than spanish out of spite even when he genuinely needs assistance. now the Blues. Washington will have been with Cerberus until about the beginning of ME3 which is when Tim starts indoctrinating troops and members of Project Phoenix take their chances so thats too late to start trying to save the galaxy from the Reaper threat. Caboose takes the place of David (i might be getting the name wrong), an autistic savant who can communicate with a race of alien AI (the quarian-made geth) and is unwillingly mentally linked to the geth for an unknown period of time by his own brother (one of his sisters then? my poor boy imsorry). This would cause the neural trauma/scarring resulting in Caboose being... more Caboose. but he isn't found until sometime in ME2 by Shepard and co. Freckles is the mad AI who goes rogue on Luna (not EDI or part of Simmons in this au) but ends up being befriended by Caboose. he inhabits an Atlas/Titan mech and together they're unstoppable. Tex is an attempt to recreate Allison as an AI inside a cloned body made by the Director during the early stages of his madness. now she's taking Ashley's place as a trigger happy space racist, a double agent inside the Alliance and on Tucker's squad. Church almost dates her but something...feels off...and instead spends his time fighting with her because it feels...familiar? like when he used to argue with his mom when she was alive. huh. Kaikaina and Grif petitioned to serve together so she's on the squad as an infilitrator of all things. she and Wrex commiserate over the story of how she stole a krogan warlord's biotic hammer and she tramatizes Grif by flirting with his 800-pound ass. (not that it goes anywhere. Wrex thinks humans are too squishy.) which leaves...Tucker. because who else. Commander Shepard took the responsibility of proving the existence and defeating the Reapers only because they happened to be at Eden Prime when the prothean beacon was to be recovered. it could have been anyone caught in the beacon- Ashley or Kaidan or any other marine- and that person would have tried to do the same. Tucker in RVB isnt so much chosen to be the savior of an alien race (Doc said he was but that was more Junior) as he gets caught in a bunch of shit that went down in ways he was not expecting when he interacted with an ancient alien artifact thank you very much. so he's on the Normandy SR-1 because he's an N7-in-training or outright failed to get past N1 (which is still impressive because he was considered and thats not easy criteria to meet. let my man be a badass space marine. just a little bit. badass-in-training. HE'LL GET THERE.) but is noticed for his potential and is to be evaluated by turian!/salarian!Felix for Spectre candidacy. the first human Spectre. he's a biotic, i can't decide between adept and vanguard. Tucker and Grif are Totally On To the mission's importance because "spectre's(Felix) dont come along for shake-down runs" in their new experiental human-turian ship and they arrive at Eden Prime mid-attack. Tucker and his squad try to clear a path to the beacon while Felix scouts ahead. but then they find his body and eyewitnesses say it was someone he knew by name that shot him once he let his guard down and his back was turned. "Locus" they say. supposedly leading the assault with an army of heretic-geth and a massive ship emitting a terrible sound. they fight to the beacon, disable bombs along the way, and find it just as Locus's ship departs. as the squad's engineer is scanning it, Tucker notices they're starting to levitate and rushes in to grab them and throw them aside only to get caught himself. he gets the prothean vision-warning about the Reapers and maybe a special prothean omni-blade and its on. he has to prove to the Citadel Council that their Spectre Locus is a traitor and that the Reapers are real but visions? galactic extinction cycles? oh you humans are so full of it. you've been part of the galactic community for 30 years and now you're here with a conspiracy theory at best? i cant believe we thought you could work for us. blah. Tucker marches off but meets Church who's been trying to take Locus down from within the system to no avail. Alpha!Church is the Director's son but Allison got custody after the divorce and now he's a grouchy C-Sec cop getting nowhere real quick. Tucker invites him along and he's a shitty sniper but actually pretty decent with the Mako's cannon considering it handles like a drunk krogan who can do a flip it you drive off the cliff edge fast enough (what are mass effect booster jets for?). they track down a krogan mercenary (Wrex is probably still Wrex. because who could hope to live up to him?) and fight through a strip club and kill Fist and rescue a quarian (Palomo? make that Jensen) with evidence proving Locus is guilty. then they save Dr. Emily Grey and help her keep her small clinic in the wards from being shut down and she gives them sweet discounts and all the free medigel they can shove into their pockets. they rescue asari!Doc from inside a prothean ruin (got lost on a yoga retreat and panicked when geth started attacking...i guess he could be an archeologist but maybe they drag Grey along for the ride instead...) but he's developed a split personality due to how long he's been alone in there and its kinda murderous but coupled with biotics its pretty useful. (and yes, asari are mono-gendered and are all "female" but ME: Andromeda confirmed that some asari use masculine pronouns/identify as "male" and there's no way that wasn't a thing in ME 1 canon so Doc is he/him). on Virmire, he almost shoots Tex AND Wrex on the beach- put down your shotguns you fucking lunatics i will biotically throw you into the ocean! he helped Wrex get his family armor so Tucker manages to talk him down but man Tex could you chill its been months already. he has to leave Tex behind though to protect the bomb while he and Wrex save Kaikaina and Kirahee and fight Locus. they evacuate and the bomb detonates and atleast it was instantaneous. she wouldn't have felt herself be vaporized, it was quick and we stopped Locus from getting an army of krogan. Church is devastated and knowing that Tucker leaving Tex behind was a conscious choice splinters their friendship. but. Tucker has to finish this. its bullshit and why us. why'd it have to be us on this ship in this life shewasmyfriendtoo- but its a race against the clock to the lost relay and Ilos and theres no time to have a real talk. its complete bullshit. they get to Ilos but Locus is ahead of them and they have to fight so many geth and find a 50,000 year old message which only Tucker can understand but fuck this we're being left in Locus' dust openthisstupid templedoor*swish* oh shit this things a fucking key "guess we didnt have to fight all them robots" he said stepping over the mountain of slain robots because fuck my life. Wrex how'd you live so long life fucking sucks. "i've been drunk for a lot of it" great. yup. can the Mako go any faster. and then they meet Vigil but dont record it because they're still idiots who forget/dont mind the details until Simmons shows up in the sequel you morons but hey remember THAT CHASE WE WERE IN LETSGO and they drive the Mako into a relay and if Tucker made sure to crash into a geth colossus no one says anything- and they fly out into the Presidium Commons like if the Mako had wings but itfuckingdoesnt and why are there even jets on this tank. Locus and Sovereign beat them to the Citadel and the arms are closed but Hal-9000 over there is just chillin' on the Citadel Tower like he's shishing the kebab himself. then gravity goes off and they fight sideways all the way up the tower and those turrets sure are being turrets you know and not differentiating between us and the assholes ahead of us. but they finally make it and stop Locus short of the apocalypse. Tucker goes all renegade Locus was just afraid, the Reapers put his life in persepective and we are all so small and insignificant, "is servitude not preferable to extinction?" you're just a puppet, they're using you because you're weak, because you let them, do yourself a favor-! but Locus claims its too late and they fight and kill him. but he rises anyway. the fight the first and only Possessed Marauder- Sovereign controlig Locus' corpse through implants. he was mostly implants. and once its ash ashashashes Tex didnt even get to be ashes its unfa- and Sarge is over the comm, open the Citadel's arms son so the Alliance can save the day and Tucker has a choice. save the Council and sacrifice thousands of soldiers. or kill the Reaper and worry about new leadership later. its Tex again. worse. i need to think, theres no time, you know what this thing can do you saw in the vision i believe you so what do we do. make the call. and Tucker needs the Council's support...but the Reaper needs to be killed...but saving the Council will cost too much...but the Reaper could still call the others from dark space...they'll trust me... will the new ones? will the Alliance? Anyone? no. but someone will definitely be alive. kill Sovereign. the Council dies. the Destiny Ascention is destroyed. the Alliance suffers minimal loses. humanity fills the vacuum of power. humanity is no longer trusted. they blame him. he does too. have any of his choices been good enough? right? much of the crew goes their own way. Church goes back to C-Sec. maybe he'll call. Wrex returns to Tuchanka, faith in his people restored. Doc joins Grey at her small clinic. Jensen returns to the Migrant Fleet with geth data. and Tucker and the rest are... disgraced. no one says but they dont have to. every breath is a reminder of his failures and what he did. so much potential in him once, they say. he could have been great. instead he did this. and they fight geth. chase geth. fight more. they head to Alchera. more geth, they said. it isnt. the ship is blown apart. Kaikaina shoves anyone who cant walk into the escape pods. The XO is killed almost immediately. Grif won't leave. Tucker, please, Dex! Get Dex! she yells as she's dragged into an escape pod by a Yeoman and he storms over because he wont lose anyone else but the hull is gone and you can't run in mag boots. Grif is fighting for Normandy. Tucker can hear him asking for just a little more just enough to- to- but Tucker's having none of it and pulls and heaves and forces his idiot pilot into the pod. of all the times Grif chose to be the opposite of lazy. a streak of yellow catches his eye and its coming this way and he pushes off and hits the launch button but the engines blow and he hits something as he is set adrift. he's losing air. fuck, its- its behind him. he panics and scrambles for the puncture but his arms are geting heavier and he's already wheezing short little breaths shortlittlefailures youfailedyoukilledthem youkilledher. the sun in the distance is bright. he can feel his body tilt toward the planet, sees the sunlight cresting over the horizon. his vision goes dark around the edges. but the sun is bright and he doesnt notice he isnt afraid and he falls *maniacal laughter* someone should have stopped me. i think its super out of character but this is a rambling monster and not meant to go super in-depth or anything. god help me.

[bisymmetra]

i. title: détente

ii. fandom: overwatch

iii. characters/ships: jack morrison, ; gen, background ships, might be reaper76 if i make this a thing but rn it’s shipless

iv. warnings: uh, discussion of ptsd/panic attacks/nightmares, but like vaguely? like nothing triggery really but if youre sensitive, brief mention of alcohol, more specific champagne and the pop of it setting off a panic attack

v. tags: dogs, im using forty nine for jack’s age bc the timeline’s all over and i put 45 - 55 in a rng and got forty nine, angela ziegler has #connections, this is five pages and just short of 2k words wtf, tenatively, bonnie the dog, therapy dog, this is jack centered tbh but if i write more hana’s getting a cat, idk if i truly like this

vi. summary: “Uh,” Jack says, the stumble coming out before he can stop it. “That’s a dog.”

“It sure is,” Angela says agreeably, depositing it in his arms and sipping her coffee. “Merry Christmas.”

“It’s June,” he deadpanned, as the wriggling little thing laps at his visor.

vii. notes: i wrote this in an hour and i dont know if i truly like it but bonnie the dog is a thing now. i literally just listened to alberta by eric clapton while writing this. will be on ao3 in half an hour. @snowsheba​ saw these hcs that inspired this first. 

It’s four in the morning the first time he tells Angela about the dreams.

Nightmares, really. The kind that leave him grasping at catching his breath, the sweat on his brow chilly wet and clingy in the Spanish night. The kind that leaves your heart thrumming in his ears. He doesn’t - he doesn’t think this is anything important, really. It should be expected, really. He’s old, now, and he’s been military for forty damn years. He’s seen some shit.

Most people who got up real early to find him already awake didn’t question it - dreams of their own, he guessed, or maybe just expecting career military to be up at the crack of dawn. And they weren’t wholly wrong - years on a farm and years in the military have him waking up earlier than most the base, on the nights where he doesn’t wake up around two or three.

It’s the fourth time that Angela’s woken up at three in the morning to find him awake. The kitchen. this time. The practice range twice before, and once in between that in one of the commons, a book on his lap. (He didn’t much like being there, on one of those nights, but he’d had a nightmare about an incident in Kuwait, and the walls of the room had been suffocating. Hana had also been sitting there, playing some vintage game in the low light. He figured they were there for similar reasons, and didn’t say a word for hours.)

“Jack,” Angela said. The clock on the wall is a bright, neon blue 3:49 AM. Jack, to his credit, manages to look up from his coffee and at her. In the fluorescent kitchen light, her dark circles look more prominent, the mess of her hair tied in a loose not. She has a bottle of water in her hand. She looks exhausted. Momentarily, he wonders how much sleep she’s getting, then feels like a hypocrite.

“Angela,” he musters, swallowing. “Lovely morning.”

“The sun won’t be up for another few hours,” she said. “Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says, which - it isn’t a lie, really. He couldn’t get back to sleep, after tonight.

“Doesn’t seem like you ever do,” she says, sliding down across from him. “That’s not good for your health.”

“I get a few hours,” he says. Three and a half, tonight. “Could be worse.”

“Jack,” she admonishes. “This isn’t - have you been dreaming?”

“Most people do sometimes,” he says, which - technically correct, but not what she’s asking. There is a beat, which is mostly filled with Angela frowning deeply at him and Jack staring at his coffee. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Except it doesn’t really work, because Angela is phenomenal at seeing through bullshit, and this isn’t the first accident she’s seen. (There was once, with a bottle of champagne, and the noise and laughing sounds like screaming so easily and. Jack had excused himself, mumbling, hands shaking. Angela had followed when everyone was distracted. Angela knows. How could he think he could win at lying to her?)

“There are people who can help with - everything,” she says. “I know a few that are - they’re good.” Jack fixates on everything but Angela’s face, feeling naked without the visor. He instead stares at where her neck meets her shoulder, the marks Fareeha had left. There’s a stain on her shirt’s collar, of what’s chocolate, coffee, or blood. It’s dried brown, almost reddish brown in the light. Out the window, the Gibraltar night is interrupted with crickets.

He wonders what Angela dreams of. People she couldn’t save, his mind fills in. Genji’s corpse-body, when they first brought him in. People she can’t save. Gunshots.

Jack sighs. It’s a gesture that makes him feel older than he is.

“They’re just bad dreams,” he says, voice low and deep. It feels like a confession. “Omnic Crisis. Overwatch. Old things. I’m an old man, Angela, it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong just because it keeps me up.”

“You’re not that old, compared to the average,” she muses absently. “You’re only forty nine.”

“Fifty in a few weeks,” he said, hoping for a diversion. “I’m not a young man anymore, anyway. And I can’t really see a therapist, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“Why not?”

“I’m legally dead, remember?” Angela nods, clearly contemplative. He closes his eyes. “‘s just dreams, either way. Doesn’t matter a bit.”

There’s a long pause. Angela rises from her seat. “Good night, Jack,” she murmurs.

For days, he waits to see if Angela brings it up again, or tells someone, or something. He’s worried about it.

It’s just dreams, and anxiety and - it doesn’t matter. He just doesn’t want people to look at him differently. But no one does and Angela doesn’t say anything. It’s almost as if their early morning conversation is forgotten.

It’s been nine days when he first realizes Angela didn’t forget at all. He’s sitting in a common room, talked into joining most of the other agents. People are mostly in their own groups. Hana and Genji are playing some Mario Kart thing, the engineers at a table discussing - schematics, he thinks, but he’d heard the words Pop Tarts and doubted himself - Jesse and Hanzo and Fareeha talking in soft voices. Lena, Reinhardt and Ana at a table, Wid- Amelie, he corrects himself - Amelie joining them. Sombra and Lucio at a table hollering about the game Hana and Genji are playing. Who had cajoled two thirds of their ex Talon agents and how is lost on him, but he’s almost glad Gabriel wasn’t here, even knowing - this is a talk for another day. Jack is at one of the old, worn seats, an old book in his lap.

“Jack!” Angela’s voice comes in from the hall, and most look up as she pushes the door open with her hip. It takes only a moment to discern why: in one hand is a mug of what is definitely coffee, and the other is a -

“I got you a present, you’re welcome,” Angela says.

“Uh,” Jack says, the stumble coming out before he can stop it. “That’s a dog.”

“It sure is,” Angela says agreeably, depositing it in his arms and sipping her coffee. “Merry Christmas.”

“It’s June,” he deadpanned, as the wriggling little thing laps at his visor.

“Happy early birthday,” she replies. “You turn fifty in two weeks. There.”

The puppy - which, relatively, is pretty big, a St Bernard if he had to guess - laps at his cheek next. “This is a dog,” he repeats. “Where did you get this?”

“Her,” Angela corrects. “She flunked out of being a therapy dog because she liked to lick strangers or something along those lines. She needed a home. Dogs, I’ve been told, lower stress. You’re going to give yourself a stroke or a heart attack at this rate.”

In that moment, he realizes this is about what they discussed but Angela doesn’t want to say it in public. He can appreciate that much. “Can we even keep a-”

Lena is by his side, scooping her up in a second. Her, the dog, not Angela. “Why are you protesting? It’s a dog! Accept it and move on.” The dog licks Lena’s face delightedly, and everyone resumes talking over each other about - well. Jack rises, giving Angela a look. She just grins back, satisfied.

“Fine,” he acquiesces. Arguing isn’t going to do much, anyway. Angela’d kill him if he tried to return her, anyway, even if he hasn’t had a dog since he was a teenager. His family had kept hunting and herding dogs, all of which loved his mother more than anything. She gave them the most scraps. Lena shoves the bundle of fur back into his arms after one last lick, and he stares at her as she returns to licking his face. Her, the dog, that is. Not Lena.

The dog follows him around all the time. When he sits, she sits on his feet, gets comfortable. Angela tells him she’s a six month St. Bernard. They called her Nessie in training, but she never learned the name and really, it just makes him think of conspiracy theories. (Dimly, he remembers Reinhardt rambling about - he really wants to say Bigfoot, but the memory is twenty five years old.)

He mostly just calls her Dog, which outrages an alarming amount of people. Expectedly, Ana, Lena, and Angela are most fond of Dog. Unexpectedly, he’s caught Hanzo giving her scraps four times in three days. When he enters a room that Hanzo and Bonnie are already in, she’s in his lap and he looks like a deer in the headlights. (It’s actually really fucking funny.)

He sets her on the floor before bed, but she’s always curled up next to him when he awakens, like a really furry pillow.

It takes five days for him to really get used to the idea she could provide actual help.

It’s - another bad dream, because of course it is. Jack gasps for breath, kicks off the blanket, brow slick cool with sweat. His heart pounds in his ears. Him kicking the blankets must of woke the Dog, as she bounces up, presses next to him.

She shoves her head and back against his hands, in a way that would be petting if it was his hands moving, not her body. She licks his face tentatively, as if seeing if that helps. Jack can feel his heart start to slow, faster than his normal calm down times. He moves his hands, callouses running against soft fur. Dog takes this as encouragement, licks him more excitedly. Jack closes his eyes.

Normally, he’d get up. He wouldn’t be back asleep regardless, so he may as well get up. But Dog settles in next to him, and petting her evens him out, makes it easier to settle. He lets himself be lulled to sleep.

In the morning, he names her Bonnie. It seems fitting, somehow. She seems like a Bonnie. He’ll talk to Angela about a collar, soon.

In the meantime, he sits down at the cafeteria table, Bonnie by his feet, and pretend he doesn’t see no less than five people feeding her scraps.

He goes on a day long mission on July 3rd. His birthday’s the next day (he’s getting old, he thinks). It’s a short thing, mission wise. Fifteen hours securing a payload in the heart of London and back.

He’s with Lucio, D.Va, Genji, Mei, and Sombra for it, all these young kids making him feel much older than he is. (Mei, Genji, and Sombra are all in their thirties, he remembers. But he’s fifty tomorrow. They’re kids to him, anyway. They all have much more.. zest than he does.)

He gets back late, and he’s a little sad to not have Bonnie at the door when he enters the room. He discards his jacket to the desk and changes fast, glancing at the bed to locate his dog. She’s sleeping in her exact normal spot, with an approximately Jack sized spot next to her. Jack slides in next to her, and she shifts awake, moving to press into him. She licks his face hello, and he calms her by petting her back for a few minutes.

He breathes easy, relaxed. After a few, he glances at the clock. 12:02.

“Happy birthday,” he hums warmly, closing his eyes.

He sleeps well that night.

now on ao3!

[edenial]

This or That

Tagged by @floralmotif <3

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke if I can’t keep it cold, because warm Coke tastes good too, but warm Pepsi is awful

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney is very imaginative when it’s Pixar, but Dreamworks is very creative... I’ll have to go with Disney tho because Pixar have come up with legendary movies and the classic fairytales of Disney were my childhood. I still love Dreamworks tho they are really creative

3. Coffee or Tea: I’m a tea person. No milk tho, just pure tea. Strong, weak, I don’t giva a rats ass.

4. Books or Movies: Oh buddy. If there’s a book of it I read before I watched it, book. But if I read it afterwards, it varies. But I guess 70% of the time its books. Depends on how much attention I can give at that moment.

5. Windows or Mac: Mac is preffered but too expencive, so I’m using windows. Mac is a beautiful OS tho, wish I could use it.

6. DC or Marvel: I’m more of a Marvel person. I don’t hate on DC like those superfans tho.

7. Xbox or Playstation: Playstation. Enough said.

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Hm...never been into either.. should probably catch up on that

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night owl

10. Cards or Chess: I’m better at cards so.. cards ^^

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla and Chocolate dude.

12. Vans or Converse: C o n v e r s e. i have like 7 of those punks

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: i really need to get into dragon age dont i... 

14. Fluff or Angst: concept: how about fluff that turns into angst and right back to fluff? yeah. i like torture.

15. Beach or Forest: b e a c h

16. Dogs or Cats: fish.

17. Clear Skies or Rain: rain in spring and autumn and clear skies in summer and winter

18. Cooking or Eating Out: Cooking because I love vegetables and healthy self-made sauces.

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: some things are better spicy and some mild, depends.

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: christmas/new year

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too hot is what i am 99% of the summer anyway so that.

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? uuuuh... i like the thought of bending. I’d like to be able to control and rearrange molecules.

23. Animation or Live Action: Live Action restricts a lot in motion and possibility, but emotionally its better. Whereas animation has the ability to do theorethically anything, but still lacks emotion. So I’m not choosy, both are good in some way.

24. Paragon or Renegade: Paragon. Sorry, I cannot be a renegade. It’s mentally impossible for me.

25. Baths or Showers: I like baths. Even if I shower I shower for like 45 minutes

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: I’m Team Iron Man. I have a lot of posts where I say why so not getting into that here ^^

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: I like a gooood mix of both with a cherry on top.

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so, what are they: I just told someone I have a fuckton of faves and I made an entire book of them to keep them together. I have some on my mind:

“Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit” -Tyler Joseph

“Man is a reasoning, not a reasonable animal” -Alexhander Hamilton

“They say the captain goes down with the ship, so when the world ends will god go down with it?” -Pete Wentz

“There is always a way out for those smart enough to find it” -or something similar to that- Rick Riordan as Athena

and S OO many more

29. YouTube or Netflix: Youtube.

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Percy fucking Jackson.

31. When You Feel Accomplished: When I finish something the way I wanted to. Happens very rarely because I’m a perfectionist.

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: No preference whatsoever, books are books. The words are what counts for me.

34. Handwriting or Typing: Typing

35. Velvet or Satin: Satin

36. Video Games or Movies: Movies

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? Own a dragon because I think I’d be hunted a lot as a dragon.

38. Sunrise or sunset: Sunset

39. What’s your favourite song? I have no faves they are all my babies. But rn I cannot stop listening to Epilogue from the La La Land soundtrack

40. Horror Movies yes or no: Noppppppppe. Supernatural only.

41. Long hair or short hair: Long hair

42. Opera or Theatre: Um... both. I like the emotional in both. Theatre is more enjoyable mostly tho. Okay, its theatre.

43: Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first?

Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor times.

Tagging @shit-happens-bitchachos @tree-of-blue-squirrel @castielsmoon @snovolovac @assbuttboyfriends aaand @red-panda-girl ict of more sorry but you all are so welcome to do this. It was fun!