#this sarcasm btw if anyone missed that

[na-na-namine]

I know I’m several months too late for this, but someone should recreate the Season 2 intro replacing Willow and Gus with Hunter, to make it more accurate XD

[softbeej]

Rule Number One (You Gotta Have Fun)

Alastor x Reader Smut. U break his only rule and bother him while hes tryna work. Enjoy. :} Requests open btw.

Alastor had locked himself up in his radio tower for what felt like days. He was truly a workaholic, and loved to be busy. This was fine, except you found yourself actually sort of... missing him?

No sight of him creeping down the hallway or the impending feeling that he was about to catch you doing something prohibited at the hotel. It all felt too empty all of a sudden, and you wished he’d be back down soon, even if just to make you uneasy with that eerie smile.

So, you decided to break the number one rule set by him.

“Under no circumstances is anyone to ever enter the radio tower without my express permission.”

Well, what are rules if not to be broken, right? And that’s where you found yourself, climbing up into the prohibited area.

Ears pressed back, he turned to face you. There was no other way to put it, Alastor was fucking pissed.

You shouldn’t of come up here. You should of listened to his stupid rule, and busied yourself with something else. Maybe you had time to turn around, and pretend you made a wrong turn.

“I trust you have something important for me? Something that would be worth you coming all the way up here without my say so, hm?”

His voice was even more staticky than usual, his tone dripping with sarcasm. You were thinking up a response when he stood up and strode over to you. He jabbed his microphone stand under your jaw, albeit gently, and forced you to look at him.

“Well, deary?”

You only shook your head, hair bouncing on your shoulders.

“Then why, pray tell, are you up here? And use your words this time, yes?”

Within those few words, you suddenly understood why he was so feared. Just from the way he spoke, he could make you feel tiny and stupid.

“I, um, was just wondering where you were, is all...”

“Oh?” He released the microphone stand and you faced the floor again, feeling like a child about to get scolded. “You did know where I was though, didn’t you? So, I’ll ask once more. What brought you up here?”

He had retired back to his chair, and was watching you intently as you squirmed at his questioning. His smile never once left his face.

“You know what, I should go-“

Slam. His shadow had closed the door.

“Has no one ever told you it’s rude to ignore someone, darling? I’m just asking you a simple question, what’s the need for all this attitude? Why are you here?”

Blush rising to your face, you picked at skin around your nails still not wanting to look at his shit eating grin.

“I was bored. Missed you.”

“Ah, there we go! You see how easy that was?”

You nodded, “Can I go now? Sorry for interrupting...”

“Nonsense! You missed me, did you not? You came all the way up here for me, desperate for my attention. Well, dear, my attention you have got. Come, sit, sit.” He patted his thigh.

Oh, how you wished the world would swallow you up right now. But the worst part of this was how turned on you were at his lecturing. You think your reaction was doing the same to him, given the way his ears were perked up and pupils blown.

You walked over to him, gently perching on his knee, before he pulled you down by your waist so you were properly sitting in his lap. He continued working, tapping buttons and twisting dials, as you could only sit there and pray your heart rate would soon go back to normal.

"If I did not know any better, I'd say this encounter has you quite excited, darling! The way your pulse is rising, and not to mention the fact I can smell the arousal on you!" He laughed. "You'd tell me, wouldn't you? If I had brought out such emotions in you."

Your blood drew hot in shame, he knew.

You nodded and tried to save face, "Yes, Alastor. I'm fine, just- my pulse is high from the walk up here, that's all."

"And if you were to stand up, your answer would be the same, I presume?"

Confused, you cocked your head. He didn't say anything, just wrapped his hands around your waist and stood you up.

There it was, the evidence he was looking for. A wet patch on his thigh. Right from where you were sitting. Your wetness had leaked through your panties, leaving a spot on his dress pants.

“Well, look at this mess. And my best pants, no less! Do you have anything to say for yourself, dear?”

You shook your head, never so embarrassed in your life.

He tutted, "First, you lie about why you came up here. Then you lie about this? Darling, have you no manners? Or am I to teach you them myself, hm?"

His eyes were half lidded now, ears twitching.

"I- uh. I think you need to teach me, Alastor..." You admitted, not able to take your eyes off him.

“Finally! The right answer! You’re getting the hang of this now, eh?” He laughed, and patted his thigh - the one you’d dirtied, “Back up here. May as well see how much more you can ruin them.”

Legs shaking, you stood up and straddled his thigh. He leaned in close, “Now get yourself off. You can do that, yes? If your mewls at night are anything to go by, I’d say you’re to be a natural at this!”

The thought of Alastor hearing you play with yourself through your bedroom door sent shivers down your spine, in a good way. He grabbed your chin, angling your head to face him.

“I said you can do that, yes, dear?”

You nodded, hands reaching up to his shoulders to steady yourself as you started grinding down on his thigh like your life depended on it, maybe it did. You could feel his cock hardening. His hands trailed down your body to your hips where they stayed, helping you slowly ride his thigh.

“Theres a good girl, hm? See what happens when you behave?”

You nodded, breathing heavy, “Uh-huh.”

Alastor nodded, his hips gently bucking up for friction. Your hand went to zipper to help, but he brushed it away.

“This is your lesson. Not mine.” He winked.

So you kept riding his thigh, until your own thighs were weak, and you were close. And he knew it.

“If this were a proper lesson, I wouldn’t allow you to cum. But you’ve been so good, so good for me... You may cum.”

You nodded into the nook of his neck, letting out a pathetic whiny mewl as you came, soddening his pants. From the sound of it, he came too, letting out a staticky grunt that would of hurt your ears if you were paying attention, but you were too busy grinding your way through your climax, as he shushed you gently.

He helped you stand up, your thighs shaking and almost giving out under you. A sharp finger pressed into the stain on his pants, before he collected some of the wetness and licked it off.

“Head off to my bedroom, now, love. Get yourself cleaned up. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

The walk to his bedroom was strange to say the least. Your knees shaking and panties wet, of course Angel was going to say something.

“Christ, you look like you been fucked good, sweets.”

“I have, I think...?”

“Oh yeah? And whose the lucky son of a bitch, huh? He knows not to fuck with you, right?” He winked, ever protective of you.

As if on cue, Alastor appeared, strolling carelessly toward you both. A hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry to interrupt, Angel, my dear, but I’m afraid we have something to take care of. If you’ll excuse us...” He guided you away, towards his room.

[idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy]

Heyyy!!! Can you do something where earth42 miles is playing video game and your sitting in his lap or something like that🙏🏾 love your work btw😻

VIDEO GAMES - MILES 42

A/N: Hey bestie! Ty for the compliments :) and ofc I can!!

WARNING: I dont speak spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!

BE PREPARED FOR: FLUFFFFF, KISSING, IT MIGHT GET A LIL HEATED, LANGUAGE (USE OF THE N WORD, BUT ONLY 1 TIME LOL) , LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY

Currently, you were laying down on your boyfriend Miles's bed while he sat in his chair playing his stupid game. Call of booty or whatever it was.

"Gotcho ass bitch, you owe me $40 nigga" Miles yells while laughing.

You sigh rolling your eyes. He invited you over here just to scream over his headset the whole time like I might as well go home then.

He spins around in his chair staring at you and his eyebrows clench together as he sees you frowning. "What's wrong ma?"

You scoff "Oh nothing it's just my dumbass boyfriend invited me over here just to give me no attention but no biggie!" Sarcasm laced in your tone.

He starts laughing again while he takes his headset off and manhandles you until you're in his lap.

You feel those special butterflies flying around in your stomach.

He starts kissing down your neck and you giggle as it starts to tickle

"Sigues enojado bebé?" He hums, your shirt muffling his voice a bit.

"What if I'll teach you how to play to make it up to you and we can play together" He proposes as he makes his finger crawl up your thigh and his lips never leave your neck.

You a blushing mess at this point.

"Ok" you giggle obviously flustered and turned on.

He puts his headset on top of your head as he turns the game back on, when he logged into the game he yells into the mic real quick, "Yall watch how ya talk my girls on here."

He spends the rest of the time holding his hands over yours and helping you kill all the people, you and him know you're not really doing much work, but it's too much of an intimate moment to ruin.

[twisted-lover-boys]

HMMM TWISTED FIRST YEARS WITH A GREGOR LIKE BOYFRIEND????? 👀👀👀👀👀

Gregor from Limbus Company btw, I'll give you more info about him if needed but basic is an ex-general, really chill and sarcastic guy, makes jokes and is an anxious boi sometimes. Tries to lie/act but is terrible at it

Right arm is a bug arm because hmmm forceful surgery. He can't do sports because he's afraid that it might stimulate his arm and make it go crazy/try to kill some1 haha

Alas, Gregor my belovd

Also he has a cockroach bestie, though I might add that in

First Years With A Gregor Boyfriend

{not proof-read}

Okay, I know you love Gregor, but I’m making that arm a part of their unique magic because yes—

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Ace, although it may not seem like it half the time, genuinely loves his boyfriend with all of his heart

He loves how chill you are. Like, you’re always down to cuddle with him even if you have piles upon piles of homework to finish. You still somehow manage to finish everything though…

Ace loves being sarcastic with you. Wether it’s to each other or someone getting on either of your nerves, it always makes him laugh when he hears your quick remarks

Your jokes are always funny to him. Ace is very quick to understand jokes so they always land with him. However, your flirting jokes are usually hit or miss but it always ends with his face matching the red makeup on his face

Ace is scarily good at lying, so much so that he can tell if someone is a good liar or not just by looking at them and oh boy does he tease you for being a bad liar. He usually has to lie him and you out if certain situations but nothing can get past Riddle

Ace was probably introduced to your trauma via the overblots. Ever since then he’s been careful to lead you out of certain overblots of he can help it, but even he knows he can’t prevent your reactions

Ace doesn’t know much about your magic, all he knows is that you don’t like it and often won’t use it. He doesn’t need to understand if you don’t like it and will never force you to use it, even if he really wanted to see it

It’s very obvious that Ace really loves you, even if you are a bit weird. But, to Ace, that’s just a part of your charm, another reason to love you

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Deuce is absolutely smitten by his boyfriend. He would literally do anything to prove his love for you though he really doesn’t need to

He loves how chill you can be despite being under stressful situations. He often relies on you to help him relax when he’s feeling stressed himself

Deuce sometimes doesn’t understand your sarcasm, but when he does, it’s chaotic. Like, you could be talking to him and make a sarcastic remark and he wouldn’t get it, but if you’re sarcastically insulting one, he joins in with his own quip which are scarily accurate

Deuce is usually a hit or miss with your jokes. Sometimes he gets them and laughs with you or he’s asking for an explanation…that includes your flirtation jokes

You’re both bad liars. That’s it. He can’t lie and you’re bad at it

Deuce was also introduced to your trauma from the overblots. He was more focused on you the first time it happened and worries about every single battle you’re in. He gets even more worried when he isn’t there with you

Deuce man be dense but he knows how you feel about your magic. He never forces you to use it and will never tolerate anyone trying to force you to use your magic

Deuce may have a hard time showing it properly, but he truly does love you and all of your charms

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Jack is head over heels in love with his boyfriend. He’s absolutely the worst at showing it but trust him, he does

He loves how chill you can be even when you’re under stressful circumstances, though sometimes he wishes you could show a sliver of effort

He actually loves how sarcastic you can be and while he himself may not join you in your remarks, he still loves them he thinks they’re funny

Jack is a fan of your jokes, even the not funny ones. Though he likes them, he doesn’t get your flirtatious jokes and your explanation can only make him more embarrassed for not getting it initially

Jack actually doesn’t know how to feel on the fact that you’re a bad liar. Like, he’s happy that you can’t lie to begin with but you are not great to rely on when you need to get out of a situation

Jack isn’t the best at handling trauma but he tries his best. He knows he can’t prevent attacks, especially during overblot incidents, but he tries his best. Hugs, kisses, soft whispers of affection and reassurance, anything he can to help afterwards

Jack never makes you use your magic when you don’t want you. He’s fairly confident in his magical skills so he has no problem in protecting or helping you

Mister tsundere wolf man here loves his boyfriend with everything his heart could ever give, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes

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Epel is an absolute sucker for his boyfriend and it’s so obvious how deeply he cares for his boyfriend

He’s glad he gets to lay down and relax with you without having to worry about keeping up his Pomefiore image. It’s a nice breather

Sarcasm duo. Epel loves being sarcastic and so do you so you’re always just so passive-aggressive with someone who even looks at you wrong. It’s honestly hilarious

Epel isn’t very much of a jokester himself but he loves listening to your jokes. It only encourages you more when you hear his cute snort laughs along with the small blush on his cheek from laughing too hard. His laugh is heavenly

Epel has made it a point to not rely on you when it comes to Vil. You can’t lie to save yourself and Rook is always as observant as ever so there’d be no point

Epel, although he doesn’t know how to properly deal with trauma, tries his best. He keeps you close to him, especially during overblot fights, and always has a cup of apple juice with your name on it in his dorm

As much as Epel wants to see your cool and destructive magic, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He’ll settle for just hearing about it from you than actually seeing you do it

Again, Epel is an absolute sucker for his boyfriend. He just feels so loose and calm around you, he can’t help it!

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Sebek has a very confusing way of showing how he loves his boyfriend. He’s just as loud and blunt as ever but, look close enough, and there’s a softness to his normally loud voice

Sebek isn’t very chill with you being chill. He tends to compare your chillness with Silver but he can’t deny the mass amounts of work you accomplish

Poor boy doesn’t understand sarcasm. Please be direct when talking to him because when he insults anyone, he goes for the throat

Sebek also doesn’t understand your jokes either. Growing up very sheltered and literally only viewing the world through Malleus, he doesn’t understand a lot of things and that includes your jokes, so good luck making him laugh

Sebek can easily tell when you’re lying because you’re bad at it. He does remind you about it often, but never in a malicious way of course not! He loves you too much to hurt your feelings

Sebek didn’t know you had trauma well until he saw you during an overblot battle. You looked disoriented and your skills were slowly getting sloppier. At that point, your safety was his top priority

Sebek would actually be very understanding of the fact of how dangerous your magic truly is and would never dare force you to use your magic for any reason

The unusual softness to Sebek whenever it comes to his boyfriend can be jarring to others but, to you, it shows how much he loves you

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♥️♠️🐺🍎⚡️♥️♠️🐺🍎⚡️♥️♠️🐺🍎⚡️

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[dimeadozencows]

I was looking back at your past Gaster content from your old account (specifically the pieces where he’s interacting with other Narrators from other games), and I feel that the Narrator from Slay the Princess would be a natural addition to the gang.

In fact, I’d argue he’s a lot like Gaster in many ways.

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this! I wanted to give this ask the attention it deserves but i've been super busy- then had a few weeks off and decided to relax- but i'm doing it now!!

First of all, i've known about slay the princess for a while now, but because it's such a long game (and it seemed fascinating so i wanted to sit down and appreciate it) i didn't have the chance to watch a playthrough until recently (this ask was what pushed me to finally do it, so thank you!)

This game is seriously fascinating- its genre subversion pushed to the max and i seriously enjoyed every part and route- to avoid spoiling the game for anyone i'll continue after the cut :’))

Idk if i agree with the stp narrator being similar to gaster- we don't know gaster yet!

The narrator barricades the world, lies to us, hides the truth just so we’ll continue on with an impossible mission- one that he deep down knew was an unwinnable battle. The narrator was a delusional mortal man who wanted to free the world of the inevitable pain that comes with life- those are a lot assumptions placed on my peepaw

I'm not saying that there's no way he’s at all similar to him, he might be! That's the thing about not knowing who he is or what his plan and goal are yet! But so far, to me, Gaster seems like a nice and caring powerful being who loves watching us do what we want in his world. He might've been the one to make it so our choices don't matter, and if he was then yeah they're kinda similar! But idk. We don't know yet :’]]

But if i misinterpreted this and you're talking about vibes then yeah of course sdshdjs,,, romance repulsed gaster for the win he’s british too they're twins separated at birth. Although the narrator lacks gasters innate silliness imo

Also my favourite voices were the cheated, the smitten, and above all, the paranoid :’DD definitely didn't start whisper chanting 'heart, lungs, liver, nerves' as a vocal stim. (\sarcasm, totally did) and my favourite princesses were all of them

Anyway, some doodles cus i miss him hehe

The story and vibe of Slay The Princess is so gorey and horrific compared to their games. They'd be scared i think lol (this is gaster and The Narrator from The stanley parable btw)

(Also i feel the need to mention that i DON'T believe gaster is the narrator in Undertale/Deltarune, i just like drawing him interacting with other godly and omnipresent silly beings in media i like lol)

[hazyskyline]

poukie | n. kamden

desc. | kamden and (y/n) have been in a long distance relationship for 2 years, and (y/n) plans a little surprise for kamden.

pairing | boyfriend!kamden x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

word count | 659

genre | fluff

warnings | none

bold text - (y/n)’s messages | italicized text - kamden’s messages

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kam, i miss u 😕😕

i miss you too 😔😢

it had been 1 year since kamden went back to korea, 2 years since you got together, and 3 years since you first met him. you met him in a dance class back in the states and the two of you hit it off immediately. the day ended with both of you getting each other’s number.

if i go to korea.. can we binge watch boys planet and ur fancams?

if u come, ill make sure to block all the videos on every device when u walk into the airport

wow, youre just the master of sarcasm arent u

guilty as charged 🫡

you have to say, he was good at making you happy. he was even better at making you miss him. if only you could actually go to korea.. wait.

“why don’t i go to korea?!” you said, having an eureka moment.

you quickly opened your browser and looked up flights to korea. a flight to korea in two days. you booked the flight and the countdown started.

always found guilty of that charge mr. na

sry kamden but i have to go now, i love u poukie 😍😍)

not that nickname again.. i love u too (y/n) 🫶

you shut off your phone and grabbed your luggage. though it was two days away, a little early packing never hurt anyone..

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it was the day. the day! you grabbed the luggage you packed when you pulled an allnighter, too excited to fall asleep that night. you literally, LITERALLY, ran out your door. you rushed to put your luggage and get into you uber.

you sat down and pulled out your phone, instantly pulling up your texts with “poukie ❤️”

ill see u in 12 hours 😘😘

hm? what do you mean? do you want to facetime? im free right now if you want

you’ll see, oh btw are u free in 12 hours?

yes… why?

no particular reason! ☺️

im slightly concerned babe..

your uber arrived at the airport. you grabbed your luggage from the trunk and walked into the airport. you slowly went through the process. security, walking to your gate, and waiting. pulling up kamden’s texts again, you messaged him.

i do wanna facetime but ill be busy for like 12 hours, so ill text u when im done!!

awh, i wanted to see u :c, have a nice 12 hours :p

your boarding group was called and you quickly went onto the plane. you practically sprinted to your seat, stowed away your carry-on, and sat in your seat. you eagerly awaited for the plane to take off and for you to finally see your boyfriend again.

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“- please fasten your seatbelt, put your tray up, and prepare for landing”

you rubbed your eyes before a flight attendant came to tell you to buckle up. you groggily obliged before remembering where you were.

kamden!

you got a burst of energy, your brain now bouncing off the walls of your skull with excitement.

the plane landed and you and the other passengers slowly siphoned out of the plane.

as soon as you got to the waiting area where the next group was waiting to board, you pulled out your phone.

kamden

no response.

kamden!

no new messages.

poukie!

hm? yeah whats up?

can you pick me up?

what? i mean unless i can drive across an ocean, im afraid i cant

check my location 🤭🤭

…what are you doing in korea?

you laughed, drawing attention from the people getting on the plane. you excused yourself and walked to the exits of incheon airport.

well.. remember when i said i missed you. i got an amazing idea, to go to korea!

why would you do that! it’s so.. impulsive! 🫠🫠

well theres no avoiding it now so.. can you pick me up from the airport :D

… of course i can love.

you were extremely happy and excited to spend the next two weeks with your lovely poukie.

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a.n | please tell me y’all get the pun with poukie 🙏🙏 (pou as in the character he looks like and pookie as in the silly little nickname) i love kamden. also you cannot convince me otherwise that kamden wouldn’t use emoticons in his texts, ESPECIALLY “:p”

feel free to leave criticism in the comments!!

[a-crimson-dawn]

Hey😁 Can i get a fanfic of where charlotte and yami accidentally reveal their together and the captains reaction to it :) I really love your writing btw♡♡♡♡

Hello, anon. Thank you, and of course you may. Sorry for taking so much time, by the way.

"You know we can't-"

This again? He kissed her neck. "What's the issue, prickly? It's not like it's their relationship, so it's none of their business." As she was about to protest yet again, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her supple form against his own, unable to fend off a grin. "Besides, I'm pretty sure they won't find us up here," he lowered his voice, growing impatient.

As his lips met hers, he heard her whine against his mouth. Her voice and her body made it rather difficult to restrain himself... and besides, there was a thrill to be had in trying not to get caught in public.

"Yami..." she murmured against him as he pulled away briefly to regard her blue gaze, clouded by lust. For someone who supposedly hated men, she seemed to know exactly how to look at a man in order to drive him wild.

"Trust me, on this one, Charlotte." He was fairly confident that her name would do the trick, she seemed to grow extra eager whenever he used it, so he kissed her again.

Soon enough they were tripping against each other, kissing each other, groping each other, with the concern about being found out becoming little more than an afterthought.

It was then that the door opened.

"Sukehiro- Roselei...?" Fuegoleon's voice boomed, startling both of them, as they rushed to untangle themselves from each other, fixing their hair and clothes - well, with Yami there wasn't so much to fix, really - before abruptly turning to face the Crimson Lion King captain, acting as though nothing was happening between them. No, they absolutely did not just snog the living daylights out of each other in the Magic Knight Head Quarter's equivalent of an attic. No, they weren't flirting with each other daily behind anyone's back. And they absolutely weren't dating.

Nozel regarded them with some seeming level of disgust before clearing his throat and then, in a deadpan voice, exclaim: "of all the places to act like animals in, must it have been the Magic Knight Headquarters, Sukehiro?"

Yami blinked.

The other captains - including Dorothy, Mereoleona and William - seemed almost entirely unfazed for the most part, cheerful even. Not at all surprised.

Only the mercury bird on Nozel's shoulder from the royal's last mission at least had the sense to crow out "debauchery! Debauchery!"

"Seriously, that's what shocks you?"

At this, William cheekily exclaimed: "why, I had no idea the two of you had finally gotten together, Yami," feigning shock about as subtly as Nozel had feigned disgust. In the masked man's case, though, it was entirely on purpose. He didn't need his ki reading abilities to know that, just looking at the way Vangeance grinned from ear to ear was enough of a hint.

"We had no idea," Fuegoleon concurred, thinking William was attempting to sound sincere and not sarcastic, and, being a terrible liar (not to mention completely incapable of understanding sarcasm), he gave himself away by being unable to hold eye contact with Yami.

Dorothy on the other hand skipped the surprised act altogether. "So, when are you getting married, Yami-kun, Charlotte-kun?" Her eyes held a mischievous twinkle.

Mereoleona had her arms crossed over her shoulders. "About time the two of you got each other laid, that unresolved sexual tension between the two of you was starting to get about as ridiculous as Nozel's braid."

Vangeance cleared his throat. "Well, technically, we really don't know if you, um- so, if you did... er... congratulations?"

Mereoleona raised her eyebrow at that. "I thought it was pretty obvious that they had done it. Did you miss the part where where Sukehiro came to a meeting supposedly having either rediscovered a passion for music, or for a little something else?" Oh, yeah... that meeting. He hadn't even realised he'd been humming a sailor's tune until he was half-way across the room but had assumed no one thought anything of it. "And did you forget all those hypothetical questions from Charlotte?"

It was curious to Yami as to what kind of hypothetical questions she might have asked Vangeance of all people, given how both plant mages had grown many a shades deeper red.

"Well, I do recall her asking about certain things "for a friend", yes... but given how long it's taken them to so much as stop acting like they hate each other..."

Even Yami couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up. Had the two of them seriously been the two most oblivious people in Clover, or was there anyone at all who hadn't noticed their attraction for each other apart from the two of them?

"Ke ke ke, you're denser than I thought, Sukehiro."

Well, there was his answer.

"Do I get to be best man?" Rill asked excitedly.

He supposed, if the was a plus side to all of this, it was that that his prickly princess looked hotter than usual sporting that flustered blush of hers. (It would probably be inadvisable to kiss her in front of everyone though, especially since she was looking at him with an "I told you so" glare that put Nozel's "I'll have you publicly executed" stares to shame.)

"But really, now, do take your debauchery elsewhere, Sukehiro. This is a professional setting..."

"Debauchery, debauchery!"

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

You'll Never Be Alone

You'll Never Be Alone

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Idea: Based off of a lot of what @spencer-reids-adventures writes (which is really good btw) where reader and spencer have come up with a system where if either one of them has a hard case they force eachother to sleepover which ends the night with always talking about what's on their mind.

Requested: No

A/N: I’m making the background of the reader being a pediatric nurse before she joined the FBI/BAU because I want to be a NICU nurse (and it also gave me a reason to have made it a hard case especially for the reader).  I switch a lot between who’s thoughts I’m speaking.  **I love you if you get this Stray Kids reference.**  Let me known if you want to be tagged when I write for a certain fandom. I finished this on a night shift (why is that the only time I ever have motivation to write), and I'm studying hard to take my NCLEX in a few months (the test you have to pass to become a nurse).  I'll be sure to pick up my writing after that. 

Let me know if you want to be on my tag list when I write or if you only want it to be for certain fandoms. 

Requests: Nope, but requests are Open. Fandoms I write for in pinned post.

Warnings: Some season spoilers (just the themes, mainly in Spencer’s), infant death and kidnapping mentioned, child pornographer mentioned, hard cases, mental stress, mention of Spencer’s past drug use, Derek misinterpreting a situation, please tell me if I missed any.

Word Count: 2,122, wow one of my longest yet

We all trudged our way back into the bureau after one of the worst cases we had in a while.  Cases involving kids were always hard and ones we put all our effort into, but this one involved infant kidnapping.  That hit me at a deeper level than everyone else because I used to be a NICU nurse before I decided I wanted to join the BAU.  Also, infants don’t deserve anything bad to happen to them.  They literally are not strong enough to do anything to anyone.  

I dumped my to-go bag on my desk, louder than I intended.  I felt everyone’s eyes on me after that.  “Sorry.” I mumbled.  

Hotch and Derek were the ones to discover the bodies of the five missing infants and three more that were unidentifiable and decomposing in the basement of a manic bipolar who, apparently, had a miscarriage.  That was my only saving grace in this case.  Neither Spencer nor I had to see the bodies.  I’m glad Spencer didn’t have to see them as well because I knew that he couldn’t forget that image no matter how hard he tried.    

Spencer started packing up the paperwork from his desk adjacent to yours. "My place or yours?" 

You knew he didn't mean it in a sexual way. You also knew there wasn't an answer option of 'I want to be alone right now.' Those were the rules you and Spencer set for yourselves.  

It was after he came to you because a case affected him so much that he had the temptation to start using dilaudid again.  He just needed some distraction then because he couldn’t go back down that slippery slope.  Never again.   You both made a pact that night that if there was a case that shook you to your core that you would not spend the night alone, no matter how you felt.  Many bad things can happen when you’re alone with your thoughts after hard cases in a job like this.  

“Mine.  I got better food and you know it.”  That made Spencer smile knowing that even through a hard case you still kept your sarcasm up.  He also knew that it would break as soon as you were behind closed doors.  You needed to be somewhere where it was safe to be vulnerable.  

“Mine has my library though, and I know how much you like it there.”  

“Fine, but you’re reading me Harry Potter to sleep and getting take-out.”  At the end of the night, you didn’t care where you slept.  You had some clothes at his apartment anyway.  

You drove the both of you back because the subway was closed (it was the middle of the night, so obviously).  The car ride was silent as you both were trying to figure out what to say or if any words needed to be said.  It wasn’t awkward silence**, but comfortable silence.  Once you parked, you and Spencer made it up to his apartment.  

Spencer’s apartment usually gives you the warm homey feeling, but it just made you feel safe.  Safe enough to break down.  You stood no more than a few feet in the doorway and rivers of tears started coming out of your eyes.  Your mind saying words of blame. ‘THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF YOU HAD DONE MORE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE IN THERE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED THEM!’ Your mind making your body numb and you couldn’t do anything but drop to your knees in Spencer’s front room.  Your eyes flowed rivers of tears down your face as all your walls broke.  

The arms of Spencer around your shoulders broke your intrusive thoughts.  He slowly lifted you up and guided you to lay on the couch with your head in his neck.  He allowed you to cry and be vulnerable and he gave your forehead kisses as silent words of reassurance.  Spencer has been through more than enough in his life, yet he still chooses to show kindness to others. “I can’t get them out of my head.  I didn’t even see them and I can’t get what their tiny bodies would look like out of my head.”  It would be worse if you had an eidetic memory, but you didn’t say that.  You were just feeling so defeated and helpless at the moment.

He let you fall asleep on his shoulder with him rubbing your back.  You woke up being under covers in his bedroom with Spencer nowhere in sight.  You still felt the sting of your eyes from crying so much last night.  You walked into his living room to find breakfast, clearly ordered, set up in his living room.  “I waited until you got up before I got your phone set up for Harry Potter.” His hair sticking up in many different directions from having obviously slept on the couch.  

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep on the couch in your own home.”  That would have made you feel worse if you kicked Spencer out of his own bed.  

“No, I slept next to you in case you woke up from nightmares.  I also got you breakfast from that Mom and Pop place you liked that does white chocolate chips in pancakes.  Also, Hotch gave us both the day off to recover.”  You looked at him as if he was your world, because to be honest, he was.  There’s no one else who would treat you this way.  Spencer was truly one of a kind.  His cute curly hair stuck out every way while he wore a Washington D.C. sweatshirt.  Probably one of the only ones he owns and that he was probably forced to buy in a downpour you suspected.  

You sat on the couch next to your breakfast, raised your arms, and made grabby hands toward Spencer offering, more needing, him to sit with you.  Spencer makes his way over to you looking the most comfy he has looked in days.  You both sit on the couch and enjoy your breakfast while watching Chamber of Secrets.  It was what you both needed to recover.  Good food and good company.  

The time when you got to pay it forward to Spencer was after a case in Vegas.  You had mixed feelings about cases in Vegas.  You hated the hot weather and it was a city of dreams, failures, mobsters, and addiction.  It was also where Spencer was from and you knew he liked visiting his Mom, but you hated how many bad memories of his childhood the city brought up for him.  

The case you were working was women who had their skulls cracked and left in the desert with carvings in their abdomen.  Not your typical case, but working it wasn’t too difficult.  The team ended up narrowing it down to a 30 yr old man who lived in Nevada his whole life.  When we arrested him, in the act of dropping another body stupidly enough, Spencer didn’t move a muscle.  He just slowly lowered his gun as Derek did the muscle work of arresting him.  

Spencer was silent on the way back to the hotel and no one dared push him.  He would open up on his own time.  Once everyone exited the SUV, you took over the drivers wheel and searched for the nearest grocery store.  You got jelly filled chocolate frosted donuts, Spencer’s favorite, and indian takeout.  

You trudged up to his hotel room and fully expected Spencer to not open his door when you knocked.  And you were right. You were met with silence and a still door.  You sat down on the gross hotel floor and leaned your back against the door.  “Just let me keep you company Spencer.”  You knocked your head against the door, planning to sleep out there until he opened it up.  Apparently you didn’t have to wait too long before you stumbled backwards because you didn’t hear the door knob.  

When he opened the door, Spencer just looked defeated.  All you could do was raise yourself up and wrap him in your arms.  You slowly guided him to the bed with the food as he held onto you like his life depended on it.  

“I knew him.”

“What?”

“I knew him.  He used to bully me when I was taking high school classes at age 11.  I couldn’t do anything about it then because no one would believe me and my Mom was having bad episodes then, so no one would believe her.”  He just hiccupped and sobbed into your shoulder letting it all out, and you kept rubbing his back. “Seeing him again just opened up old scars.”  

You couldn’t pretend to know what pain he was going through, but you knew you weren't going anywhere.  You just rubbed his back and laid him down to try to lull him to sleep by running your fingers through his hair and whispering words of reassurance. You assured him that you would be there to scare away any nightmares and keep the demons away.  

You fell asleep like that until morning, until there was a knock on the hotel door.  You tried to slowly untangle yourself from Spencer’s arm grip and answer his hotel door, and of course who is it, Mr. Chocolate Thunder himself (you guessed that or Hotch). 

“What do you want Derek?”

“This is Spencer’s room.”  You looked at him dumbfounded and you’re pretty sure you had bed head.  

“Yeah … and?” Those were the only words that it took for Derek to show those pearly whites in a smirk. 

“Ok, I’ll let you get back to taking care of him.” 

“I was, but not in the way you’re implying.” You whisper-shouted defensively.  “We all know this case was tough on him.  I didn’t want to leave him alone overnight.”  That kinda brought Derek’s mind out of the gutter, because although he teases Spencer to no end, he does look at him like a little brother.  He just smiled and nodded. 

“If you don’t answer your phones, I’ll stop by when I get news about when the plane’s leaving.”  He left it at that before leaving you be.  

You couldn’t sleep much after your encounter even though you were back in Spencer’s arms, so you slept on the plane ride back.  Spencer on the other hand, had gotten the best sleep he had after a hard case in a while.  He was busy playing cards and giving facts to Derek about the history of playing cards.  

“The most common theory of why there are 52 cards in the standard deck is that they correspond with the number of weeks in a year, given the fact that there are 365 individual symbols in a deck of cards, and that the 13 cards match the 13 lunar cycles, and that the 12 court cards match the 12 months of the year.” Spencer explained with his normal air finger movements to match.

“You seem more peppy after a case than usual Reid.”   

“Well this case didn’t affect me as much for some reason. I didn't need as much time to recover from a hard case.”  Derek already knew the reason.  Everyone knew the reason.  That’s what made it hard having a family of profilers.  No secrets can be kept for long.    

“She likes you, you know. And it could turn into something more if you asked her out pretty boy.”  Spencer always knew the risk of trying to make something more between friends, the pros and cons of possibly losing that friend always laid heavily in his mind.  Was it worth the risk?  After seeing first hand how you treated him last night when he was at his lowest (well, not his lowest, but one of his low points), it may just be something more.  The topic was left at that as they finished up their card game and the plane landed back in DC.  

Because of the jet lag, Spencer wasn’t tired and he gauged that the nap you took on the plane ride was effective.  This may be his golden opportunity before he overthought and talked himself out of it.  He waltzed his way around to stand next to you at your desk while you packed up your case paperwork to do at home.  

"Hey, do you maybe… I don't know. Want to get some food then go to that drive in theater outside of town? Together? As a thank you for staying with me last night."  He had no idea if what he was saying was working or cringy. He'd never done this before.  However, you shyly smiled at his shuddering mess.

"Yes Spencer. I would love to go on a date with you." 

Well it apparently worked. 

Summary rest of it: I might do two cases, this first one of the reader being stressed and the 2nd one of spencer being stressed.  Everyone trudges into the bureau really exhausted and spencer says something that the reader needs to come to his place.  They go to his place which we know has a wall of books but some other nerdy things and is very warmly for the reader.  Once she sits on the couch she cries into her hands.  Spencer comes to her side and hugs her while she cries into his shirt thinking it’s her fault the infants died (the UNSUB could be doing it because their kid died due to prematurity/miscarriage and the kids he stole died due to physical abuse because he obviously wasn’t taking care of them).  Spencer stays with her and comforts her with words saying even though it’s upsetting that they died, it’s not her fault and they’re not going to be suffering anymore.  She can’t get them out of her head but she does mention that it’s probably worse for spencer because of his eidetic memory.  

Spencer’s case could be in vegas and the unsub could be a kid who bullied him a lot and the case is just bringing up memories and tearing open old wounds.  Spencer trudges through the case insisting everyone he’s fine.  They end up staying the night after the case ends and decide to leave in the morning.  Reader ends up leaving to go to the corner store to grab tons of snacks and bangs her head on his hotel room door to knock.  She doesn’t even ask if he needs someone to talk to because she knows he’ll say no but he does need someone.  No matter if he wants to talk or not, she wraps him up in a blanket, feeds him good food, and maybe he does start talking.  Morgan could try to get in the room once spencer’s asleep and the reader has to untangle herself from spencer’s arms to open the door and tell him off.  Even though Morgan does tease them a little bit, he does say if he’s okay now, he’ll check up with spencer in the morning.  When he does check in with spencer (either at the bureau or on the plane), spencer says he’s doing better than he usually would after a hard case like this and he’s not sure why, but morgan knows why obviously.  It could end with morgan giving spencer a nudge saying he should ask her out, spencer could rephrase it and actually ask her if she wants to have a movie night just the two of them as a thank you for staying with him when he needed it.  

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Literary theorists being AHs to women and PoCs

‘cause if I have to suffer, then you should also know how much of an AH these people are, so you can examine if their theories are even worth believing or if you SHOULD pay attention to their blind spots instead of saying it’s irrelevant to literary discussion. Personally, I think the fact they are unwilling to mention PoCs, particularly Black people and willing to actively dump on women is very relevant to current academic discourse. You can’t ignore Kant’s views on women, and see that the majority of the people who won in the end were people who showed hatred towards women.

Robert Scholes being an AH, Page 26-page 28 (Hilarious, but also homophobic and misogynistic) For context, EM Forster is gay, which makes this really homophobic.

Picture credit: https://www.brownalumnimagazine.com/articles/2017-03-03/memories-of-bob-scholes

‘Cause you see folks, the only decent writers in the world are men, cishet men. (notice the sharp sarcasm here).

E.M. Forster on Gertrude Stein (From Aspects of a Novel, a series of lectures he gave)

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https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/70492/pg70492-images.html

Granted, a Modernist (and gay himself, openly so at the time he gave this lecture), but still, the dumping on Gertrude Stein seems to be a tradition that extends to other people afterwards (Rowe did it sideways, Lajos Egri, directly). Seriously? Dump on the lesbian Jew trying to encourage ways to describe TRAUMA. OMG, we shouldn’t talk about trauma.

But I disagree heartily--we have entire story structures devoted to dreams that play with sense of time and reality *because* of Gertrude Stein. I mean, how could you conceivably get Inception without Gertrude Stein’s theories of how to move language and time? Besides that, you have Dream Diaries (Japanese), Dream Record (First Chinese then Korean--not imported into Japan because there was a war), and then the whole of Dream Time from Aboriginals which predate her. Non-linear storytelling has and can work--but you need thematic plotting to be stronger and tone plotting to really be tight (pacing helps, but isn’t as critical as the other two). Thank the Modernists for the European white version. I mean, Magic realism, anyone???

If you want to find ways to break linear time and describe trauma itself, and the feeling of missing time--Modernists are your best bet to find techniques to get you there. (Kinda Post Modernists, though I resent the focus on readers a lot--I heartily disagree, BTW, that Structuralists and Post Modernists are the same thing... as argued in this paper here: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/B0080430767039516. 

Post Modernists tried to find further ways to break the rules and structure by bending to the reader. 

Structuralists tried to impose a bunch of rules and binary. Like say, the panopticon and prison system/School system. There’s rigidity everywhere with Structuralists and Eurocentricism.) Or as the Raw and Cooked put it, a binary of acceptable and unacceptable, when some cultures don’t work off the Bible. So I think this paper here: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/B0080430767039516

is more likely.

John Gardner, The Art of Fiction for Young Writers, published 1983

Picture credit: https://blog.bookstellyouwhy.com/john-gardner-and-the-art-of-fiction

No one is surprised that its all men mentioned, right? 

But what makes ignoramuses bad writers is not just their inexperience in fair argument. All great writing is in a sense imitation of great writing. Writing a novel, however innovative that novel may be, the writer struggles to achieve one specific large effect, what can only be called the effect we are used to getting from good novels. However weird the technique, whatever the novel’s mode, we say when we have finished it, “Now that is a novel!” We say it of Anna Karenina and of Under the Volcano, also of the mysteriously constructed Moby-Dick. If we say it of Samuel Beckett’s Watt or Malone Dies, of Italo Calvino’s The Baron in the Trees, or Kobo Abe’s The Ruined Map, we say it because, for all their surface oddity, those novels produce the familiar effect. It rarely happens, if it happens at all, that a writer can achieve effects much larger than the effects achieved in books he has read and admired. Human beings, like chimpanzees, can do very little without models. One may learn to love Shakespeare by reading him on one’s own—the ignoramus is unlikely to have done even this—but there is no substitute for being taken by the hand and guided line by line through Othello, Hamlet, or King Lear. This is the work of the university Shakespeare course, and even if the teacher is a person of limited intelligence and sensitivity, one can find in universities the critical books and articles most likely to be helpful, the books that have held up, and the best of the new books. Outside the university’s selective process, one hardly knows which way to turn. One ends up with some crank book on how Shakespeare was really an atheist, or a Communist, or a pen-name used by Francis Bacon. Outside the university it seems practically impossible to come to an understanding of Homer or Vergil, Chaucer or Dante, any of the great masters who, properly understood, provide the highest models yet achieved by our civilization. Whatever his genius, the writer unfamiliar with the highest effects possible is virtually doomed to search out lesser effects.

Gardner, John (2010-05-20T23:58:59.000). The Art of Fiction . Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

OMG, give this guy a prize, he managed to mention a Japanese man Kobo Abe. /s https://literariness.org/2019/04/15/analysis-of-kobo-abes-novels/ But then fails to mention the names of the authors of some of the novels he’s talking about (I’m literally begging Writer’s Digest, Knopf, etc to force these people to give better citations)

The closest he gets to noting a Black person is noting American Jazz on the page where Chapter 2 starts, and then fails to mention Jazz musicians. No, I’m serious. What makes a person an AH? The inability to mention a single work in 1983 by a female author?

Though the fact is not always obvious at a glance when we look at works of art very close to us in time, the artist’s primary unit of thought—his primary conscious or unconscious basis for selecting and organizing the details of his work—is genre. This is perhaps most obvious in the case of music. A composer writes an opera, a symphony, a concerto, a tone poem, a suite of country dances, a song cycle, a set of variations, or a stream-of-consciousness piece (a modern psychological adaptation of the tone poem). Whatever genre he chooses, and to some extent depending on which genre he chooses, he writes within, or slightly varies, traditional structures—sonata form, fugal structure, ABCBA melodic structure, and so forth; or he may create, on what he believes to be some firm basis, a new structure. He may cross genres, introducing country dances into a symphony or, say, constructing a string quartet on the principle of theme and variations. If he’s looking for novelty (seldom for any more noble reason), he may try to borrow structure from some other art, using film, theatrical movement, or something else. When new forms arise, as they do from time to time, they rise out of one of two processes, genre-crossing or the elevation of popular culture. Thus Ravel, Gershwin, Stravinsky, and many others blend classical tradition and American jazz—in this case simultaneously crossing genres and elevating the popular. Occasionally in music as in the other arts, elevating popular culture must be extended to mean recycling trash. Electronic music began in the observation that the beeps and boings that come out of radios, computers, and the like might sound a little like music if structure were imposed—rhythm and something like melody. Anything, in fact—as the Dadaists, Spike Jones, and John Cage pointed out—might be turned into something like music: the scream of a truck-tire, the noise of a windowshade, the bleating of a sheep.

Gardner, John (2010-05-20T23:58:59.000). The Art of Fiction . Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Iunno, is it glaring to you? It’s glaring to me. Avoid talking about Black people challenge. I can name at least a few off the top of my head. Dizzy Gillespie? Billie Holiday? Ella Fitzgerald? And then he mentions white people before then? I’m groaning.

And that’s the thing, particularly about Black authors/Black people, they are either not mentioned by name, but their work is--WTF, or totally skipped, probably because the whole of Black literature goes against these white men’s structuralism, and postulations. On one hand, I’m glad they left them alone, but on the other, the saying this is the only way, while glaringly missing the obvious really is sickening.

As for dumping on women--well... should we go back to Aristotle being an ass and starting the whole anti-choice campaigns because somehow Aristotle is Jesus, even though Jesus didn’t say anything about Ensoulment at conception? And then indoctrinated white women trying to rescue Aristotle from taking the axe because all of his scientific ideas were wrong? (Just axe him--he was popular with the Victorians for a reason--he was a misogynistic asshole and that reinforced their worldview very well.) (And if you think I don’t have references for the anti-choice statement... oh wait for it... I so have it)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ensoulment Wikipedia, but I found scholarly articles too--not sure you want to be buried with that. Aristotle is not Jesus. !@#$ And Aristotle thought women got their soul later than men, because, as I said, royal asshole, to the point I want to do a whole long rant about how much of an irrelevant ah he was.

[varricscrossbowbianca]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

aaww thanks @hannahrama for tagging me!! :)

i’m tagging (and no pressure to do this btw):

@fnhrl  @lelianasgirlfriend @solas-egg @tesknicaa @ammiittaa @niranhesr @ebonysquib  @bisexualtelepath @blueberriiee @lenemango @hardwitchhologram @dreamsvoids @bramble-elfdancer @blackwallmancer @theloveshow

  1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

3. Do you have kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

6. What’s your eye color?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

8. Any special talents?

9. Where were you born?

10. What are your hobbies?

11. Have you any pets?

12. What sports do you play/have played?

13. How tall are you?

14. Favorite subject in school?

15. Dream job?

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope, I got a very typical German name lmao. Anna is a very popular name :’) I call myself Sammy on here though because a friend of mine gave me that nickname (it’s because of Sam from SPN haha)

2. When was the last time you cried?

hmmm my uni stuff frustrates me a lot at the moment, so that’s where i get emotional

3. Do you have kids?

noope.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

pretty much all the time. runs in the family. you can’t ask anyone anything because the reply will always be something ridiculous lmao.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

i guess their voice? i really love voices.

6. What’s your eye color?

it’s green-grayish. there are a few pics of me on here (sometimes i think about deleting them again idk), so you can have a look at it yourself ahaha.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

i’m starting to like scary movies again so this is a bit of a difficult choice. tbh though i think we need more happy endings. i like happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

i don’t know if it’s a special talent but my french accent is apparently quite believable, at least to my french teachers. i used to be really good at french but sadly forgot most of it. i love the language though. i used to be able to learn new languages quite fast heh :’) i also do voice acting as a hobby from time to time (just posting stuff on youtube) and sometimes here on tumblr when i post my audio stuff. it’s really fun to do. apparently, my english accent also fools some people into thinking i’m british (at least when i met ben barnes at a convention he thought i was british ahaha). so yeah...i love accents. but i don’t know if any of that counts as a special talent.

9. Where were you born?

Germany. In a small town. It’s quite boring and there is nothing here to see ahaha.

10. What are your hobbies?

i love drawing fanart, reading (although i have abandoned my reading list for a while), voice acting, photography (portrait photography), sometimes playing guitar, playing video games like TLOU, RDR2, Dragon Age, Uncharted...  I also do cosplay from time to time.

11. Have you any pets?

yes, i’ve got a dog. he’s a mix of a great mountain dog and a german shepherd. so he’s big and fluffy. his name is anton :)

12. What sports do you play/have played?

well, as a kid i used to do ballet which i am getting into again. it’s so much harder than i remember.

13. How tall are you?

just 163 cm. i think that’s 5′4 or something. so pretty much an average height haha.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I loved English, Art, and Theatre/Literature. I really miss school in that regard.

15. Dream job?

I used to want to be an actress (like most people lmao) and there were people who told me I had an ‘‘actress’‘ face and a few even told me I could be a model (lmaaooo what) but I don’t have the self confidence for that tbh. Right now I want to work in IT.  I started studying Robotics so yeahhh...it’s difficult af. I also want to learn French and Spanish again which is always useful :)

[cinlat]

15 Questions

Tagged by @commander-krios and @keldae Thank you guys!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not really? My mom’s the oldest of six. She met a little girl at my youngest aunt’s (she was 12 at the time) ballet recital and fell in love with her name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I don’t remember the when, just that it was sometime in the last few months. My husband was trying to help pop the disc next to my shoulder blade back in, and then I couldn’t breath, and I got so friggin angry at my scoliosis that I started crying. Really freaked him out, because I’m not really one to get emotional about anything. The whole situation was weird, tbh.

3. Do you have kids?

I’ve got two teenagers man. Send help!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Your realize there’s no right answer to this, right?

(#5 is missing btw)

It certainly is

6. What's your eye colour?

Grey, unless I’m ill, then it’s bright blue. Eyes are weird.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies all the way. I love me some zombies.

8. Any special talents?

My unending patience with grumpy people. It’s legit legendary, I’m not even bragging.

9. Where were you born?

Alabama, USA and I’ve lived kind of all over the south.

10. What are your hobbies?

Procrastination mostly. I occasionally dabble in some reading. I haven’t written anything properly in months, mainly due to the first hobby I mentioned. Oh, and I’ve recently discovered a love for baths.

11. Have you any pets?

A 5lb chihuahua. A 17lb maine coon. and a $.99 feeder fish that I didn’t think would last a year..... That was 7 or 8 years ago, he now has a 20 gallon tank all to himself and gets super excited when kids come up to see him. The fish has more personality than the dog and cat combined. I love that stupid, immortal goldfish.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Softball, figure skating, cycling, a VERY brief stint of mountain biking, water skiing, basketball, cheerleading....

13. How tall are you?

Shorter than most of you....

14. Favourite subject in school?

Science and PE. Yes, I loved PE. I didn’t have to take tests or memorize stuff.

15. Dream job?

I genuinely don’t know. I’m pretty content where I’m at, and I think that’s all anyone can really ask for.

I don’t know who’s been tagged because I’m a terrible tumblrer (I’m old and tired and scroll mindlessly without looking at who posts what) So, I’ll throw out some no pressure tags @kunoichi-ume @dimigex @starknstarwars @salaciouscrumpet @rainofaugustsith @outcastcommander @eorzeashan @dingoat

[commander-krios]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @tealenko <3 (Also why do a lot of these asks forget a number)

1. Are you named after anyone? 

Not that I'm aware of. I think this was more of a 'I like this name' decision for my mom.

2. When was the last time you cried?

In the last week definitely. This lady has not been sleeping well.

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, a 3 yo and a 2 yo.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Depends on the situation and what you consider a lot, I guess. Not usually in my day to day interactions, but online with my friends, yes.

(#5 is missing btw)

6. What's your eye color? 

Hazel-green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

I like scary movies, but I prefer getting happy endings in my fiction. Nothing wrong with people being happy.

8. Any special talents?

Not sure if cooking would be considered a special talent, but I'm really good at it.

9. Where were you born? 

New York, USA

10. What are your hobbies? 

Reading, writing, playing video games, obsessing over fictional characters, baking, playing with the kids and dogs.

11. Have you any pets? 

Yes, three of them! Two dogs: Duncan who is a shepard/boxer mix and Bella who was supposed to be a cavapoo, but I'm pretty sure she's a maltese/poodle. Also a kitty named Muffin (who is 16 this year!)

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Never got into sports. I only participated when it was required in school, but never actually liked it.

13. How tall are you? 

5'4"

14. Favorite subject in school? 

English, I always got the best teachers and they were always so supportive of my writing. Also Art. I have always loved art. I haven't done in a long time though.

15. Dream job? 

Writing full time and getting paid for it LOL

Tagging: @korblez, @dr-paine, @comeoniwantacoolname, @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth, @keldae, @swaps55, @eluvisen, @starsandskies, @starknstarwars, @aroserinosman, @all-truths-wait-in-all-things, @mimabeann, @cinlat, @mallaidhsomo, @shadoedseptmbr

[thessalian]

I was tagged by @bioticmindtrick - *waves happily*

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. I came by my name in the dumbest possible way. My mother wanted Dawn or Joy or Crystal; my father was set on Nadine. My mother hated Nadine and just kept throwing names at him. He said no to everything but the name on my birth certificate today, which got “Maybe”. So my name is effectively a placeholder because they couldn’t come up with anything better.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Couldn’t give you an exact date but probably while I was watching something sad.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’m not sure about a lot, but in very brief bursts, and usually when writing. Generally just the whole thing where I say something like, “Oh, wonderful” when something goes wrong.

(#5 is missing btw)

6. What's your eye color?

Blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Honestly depends on my mood, but both is good. I like the scary things but it’s always good to see a triumph at the end.

8. Any special talents?

I’ll have to go by what others say. The list goes, writing, cooking, gardening, perfumery, DMing, and what my friends and I call Google-fu (I have a knack for using just the right search terms to find whatever information I need / crave at any given time)

9. Where were you born?

Montreal, QC, Canada

10. What are your hobbies?

Oh lord. Um. D&D, video games, reading, writing, candy making, perfumery / soap making, gardening, resin casting. Also I have an Amazon list titled “potential hobbies” which includes a “teach yourself to pick locks” kit and an electric keyboard. I like hobbies.

11. Have you any pets?

Not at the moment, no. When things are a little more settled, I’m thinking rats.

12. What sports do you play/have played?  

Was never much into sports, except for watching the hockey.

13. How tall are you?

5′4″-ish? I think?

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and Theatre

15. Dream job?

Eeeeeeh ... mixing scents and soaps for someplace like Lush, probably. I was thinking “professional DM” but that would run the risk of taking the fun out of it.

Hrm. Who’m I going to tag in this? I don’t think I can get fifteen, so ... @raceofhearts, @mayaminamoto, @depizan, @iapetusneume and @curiouscatcrafts

[alazystranger]

I was tagged by @stygianheart for this 15 questions and 15 mutual thing and I can’t remember last time I did this lol. But this actually looks fun so let’s gooo(realized we have quite a few similarities while doing this btw)

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I think it’s been a month? I’m levelling up on the bottling-up-your-emotions thing lmao.

3. Do you have kids?

Nada nope and never want them either. It’s like one of those things you just know isn’t for you. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yep yep an awful lot. 

5. What sports do you play/have played?

I *used* to play badminton but it’s been a while now.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

This sure made me think lol. But I do notice their hair. Idk why. And I try to get a read on their expression first. 

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both really! While scary movies are usually good at distracting me(and sometimes they are even funny) the occasional happy ending movie does help me feel light for a while.

9. Any special talents?

Don’t know if these will really count but uh I can speak more 3 languages decently well. Fast reader, knower of a lot of weird random facts. Fairly fast at calculations. And a bit of a writer. Also, usually able to guess the ending/upcoming plot twist in whatever I’m watching.

10. Where were you born?

I’m gonna keep this one a mystery. hehe. 

11. What are your hobbies?

READING I love reading. Binge-watching, writing. Researching about random bizarre stuff and taking random quizzes. Listening to music(I used to play the guitar damn I miss that). Rarely, I try sketching. 

12. Do you have any pets?

None sadly :(

13. How tall are you?

Short enough for people to joke about(about the same as you really).

14. Favorite subject in school?

English too. I used to be that kid in class who held the highest score for it. I liked math too though. Had fun even.

15. Dream Job?

Nobody believes this but the very first thing I remember wanting to become was a hacker. I don’t even remember how that came to be.  Then I started enjoying writing and ig I can call myself a small writer? But yeah, I always wanted to be do something where I get to travel a lot.

As for 15 mutuals...I haven’t gotten that acquainted with much people here so not tagging anyone for now! A post done just for @stygianheart . I did enjoy doing it though!

[valkatra]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @bioticmindtrick Also holy cow I feel like I haven't seen one of these go around in years :)

1. Are you named after anyone? 

Only my middle name after my grandmother

2. When was the last time you cried? 

Couple months ago but it was work related

3. Do you have kids? 

Hellllllll nooooooo. Child free over here and staying that way

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

I do! It is a wonderful form of humor if used correctly. My mother-in-law calls me a smart ass lol

(#5 is missing btw) Oh mystery question. My favorite cheese is mozzarella

6. What's your eye color? 

Hazel

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

I cannot do scary movies at all. I don't mind action and suspense but I suppose those tend to end happily for the good guys winning the day or such

8. Any special talents? 

I am pretty good with my words :3

9. Where were you born? 

Southern/Central US where it is apparently like living on the surface of the sun

10. What are your hobbies? 

Viddy games, so many games, all my free time is spent gaming. I do also read where I can though published and fanfics

11. Have you any pets? 

I have one calico kitty named Rocket (punk princess)

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I am *this* close to basically being anti sports. But I did play frisbee soccer in college

13. How tall are you? 

5′3"

14. Favorite subject in school? 

English/Literature and biology

15. Dream job? 

I would love to be an author or maybe even a successful streamer. Let me know if people are down to watch streams of whatever the fuck I feel like playing with no camera and no mic :p

Tagging @sycrifice, @eorzean-cabbage, @vvitchprince, @thevanillahorizon. No pressure babes :D

[bioticmindtrick]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @shadoedseptmbr

1. Are you named after anyone? 

Nope. My parents, or at least my Mom, just liked the name they gave me.

2. When was the last time you cried? 

Not really sure. Don’t cry all that much.

3. Do you have kids? 

No

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

Don’t think I do as much as I used to.

(#5 is missing btw) 

6. What's your eye color? 

Hazel

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Not really into scary movies, so happy endings.

8. Any special talents? 

Uhhhhh... I don’t know. Can’t say I really think about it.

9. Where were you born? 

Massachusetts, usa

10. What are your hobbies? 

Video games, reading, writing

11. Have you any pets? 

I have two cats, Finn and Zeva.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Nothing currently. Did soccer for a little while as a kid.

13. How tall are you? 

5′7

14. Favorite subject in school? 

I really enjoyed math and history

15. Dream job? 

No idea

Okay...who can I tag? Doubt it’ll be 15 lol

@valkatra @thessalian @barbex