#unless someone wants to share with me and we can cuddle… heh…

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

GRAHHHHH I DESIRE CUDDLING & READING A BOOK WITH SHENHE, CLORINDE, DEHYA, AYAKA, XINYAN, FURINA, AND NOELLE

(Genshin Impact) Cuddling with Shenhe, Clorinde, Dehya, Ayaka, Xinyan, Furina, and Noelle

Whenever Shenhe cuddles with her S/O, she's generally meditating or focusing on how nice it feels to be so close to them.

But when S/O brings up the idea of reading together, she has no objections.

Shenhe hugs them from behind as they lay in bed, quietly reading along S/O's book as they snuggle closer to her and laying into her chest.

Truth be told it was a little awkward given the position, but after a while neither of them really cared. Shenhe less so than S/O.

(Shenhe) "...S/O, what are we reading?"

(S/O) "An adventure book about a knight, would you like for me to read it aloud for you?"

(Shenhe) "I would."

Shenhe just listens intently to S/O, all the while her hold on them not budging an inch as she relaxed more of her head into them.

Clorinde joins S/O in the bed, reading a book of her own as she sits next to them.

It's a comfortable silence, something that she greatly appreciates after the demands of her duties day to day.

Although both her hands remain on the pages, Clorinde still sits close to them, enjoying just having S/O nearby in her presence.

She won't say much unless S/O chimes in or asks where she is in her book.

Every now and then, she can't help her gaze shifting over to S/O, a small smile on the corner of her lips growing as she sees their cute focused expression.

Though she will get semi-flustered if S/O catches her looking.

(S/O) "Am I more interesting than your book right now?"

(Clorinde) "Hm, I would think so."

Both of them chuckle before adjusting themselves, with Clorinde sitting closer.

Dehya doesn't normally read, not out of lack of interest or that she couldn't, moreso that she never really had the time.

Either taking care of her equipment, talking to clients or her fellow mercs, or a myriad of other things.

But ever since meeting S/O, she began to take things a little slower, enjoying the finer things in life.

Inside her tent, S/O and Dehya laid together on a big enough sleeping bag, a lantern next to S/O dimly lighting the space so they can read.

(Dehya) "Can you even read in here?"

(S/O) "Hm, I have to squint a little but it's not the worst thing in the world. Want me to read out loud for you?"

She chuckled, rolling over onto her stomach and putting her head next to S/O's.

(Dehya) "Depends on how boring it is."

Truth be told, the book itself was never interesting to Dehya, it was a nice excuse to listen to S/O.

Ayaka's heart is beating a million times a minute in such an intimate space with S/O, but reading helps ease her giddiness (Slightly).

Ayaka doesn't always have time to read, but she greatly enjoys reading something more lighthearted and fantastical to escape her duties during the day.

And she's always interested in what her S/O is reading, doubly so if it's one of the genres mentioned above.

(Ayaka) "Dear, what is that title?"

(S/O) "That time I got reincarnated into a katana?"

(Ayaka) "...I-Interesting..."

She was too focused on trying to think of how that would even work to realize that she was leaning completely into S/O, her head resting on their chest.

The moment she did realize she'd shoot straight back upright, blushing and apologizing profusely.

Xinyan doesn't read since she's usually focusing on her music, unless a story particularly inspires her or if it came as a recommendation.

But she never read a book while so close to someone, let alone shared a bed with a lover.

(Xinyan) "Hm..."

(S/O) "Xinyan? What's up?"

(Xinyan) "Aw, it ain't nothin', just...Little hard to focus on the book."

(S/O) "Is it?"

Xinyan's eyes stare at the sheets instead of anywhere near S/O, finger rhythmically tapping on the cover of her book.

(Xinyan) "...Gah, I should just suck it up and keep readin'! I dunno why I'm gettin' all antsy over something like this!"

(S/O) "Heh, want me to read for you?"

(Xinyan) "D-Don't go teasing me, now!

Furina absolutely adores reading, excited to share the stories she's experienced with S/O or anyone else who would listen!

...As for reading so close to her S/O on the other hand, she doesn't hate it but at first it made it nearly impossible to focus.

Feeling the warmth of her lover to her side in a dimly lit room made her more sleepy than anything, always drifting asleep onto S/O's shoulder.

Which sometimes led to teasing, which after the first time she vehemently refused to sleep when they read together.

Only to miserably fail and accept her fate a few sessions later.

(S/O) "...Tired already?"

Furina just hummed as S/O bookmarked the page Furina was on, gently plucking the book from her hand and setting it on the table counter.

After doing the same with theirs, S/O adjusted for Furina to snuggle into their arm, latching onto them like a stuffed animal.

(Furina) "The book I'm reading is..." yawn "...Terribly dull."

(S/O) "Want to swap next time? Maybe I can fall asleep on you instead.~"

Noelle is always studying for her knight exams, even when she's about to sleep!

So it becomes all the more efficient (and sweet) to read with S/O, her focused expression present even when in casual clothing.

Leaving S/O with a gentle smile as they watched her.

Sometimes, S/O would test her knowledge for the written portion by taking the book and quizzing her.

(Noelle) "So the proper protocol for this situation is to...Ah, take the individual in for questioning!"

(S/O) "Correct! Though, I got to wonder, how many times has the Knights gotten calls about someone stuffing forty live chickens into their bag for it to be a segment here?"

(Noelle) "More than you think, I've seen it happen twice!"

(S/O) "Since when?!"

Both are too distracted to realize how close Noelle is to S/O, sometimes even unconsciously wrapping her arms around their waist.

Though they always figured it out when she threatened to snap them in half with her strength just squeezing S/O affectionately.

[valkyrieofsmut]

I should be asleep but this haunts me. What head over heel romantic nervous like tropes so the skeletons usually do? I mean the whole "i can't stop staring at your lips when you talk ." Or "You smile and my brain short circuits." Or "I am usually really smooth but when you come around I get tongue tied." Or "I cant stop blushing when you're around" or "I talk a mile a minute" and etc etc I hope I worded this right

I JUST REALIZED THAT THE WAY I WANTED TO ASK THE LAST QUESTION WAS HOW ARE THE BOYS LIKE WHEN THEY'RE YEARNING FOR THE READER. I'm sorry im sleepy

I think what it boils down to is "what are the skeletons like when they have a crush?" If I'm reading it right. Yes?

Classic- When he has a crush on someone, he plays it cool. He’ll be all buddy buddy with them, and very cheeky/ punny, throwing out humor, but none of this is really different than being really close friends with him- except the staring. In a situation of watching tv and hanging out; friends- joke, watching the show... joke about the show... laughing and watching the show with stupid commentary. Crush- joke, pretending to watch the show, steeling glances at them from the side of his socket. Joke about the show, laughing... watching them out of the corner of his sockets. Joke about the show, maybe a friendly bat with a pillow or soft food item like popcorn... It turns into an all out rough house, tickling, flailing, trying to escape, knocking each other over... whatever he can do to get close to them without it being obvious.

Creampuff- It is really hard to tell when this boy has a crush! And also not at all. He will be more excitable than usual, though he’s pretty excitable already, and he gushes about them, more than he does his friends, which is still quite a bit. It would look a little something like; friend- THAT PERSON IS AMAZING! THEY’RE MY FRIEND! THEY’RE ALWAYS DOING AMAZING THINGS, AND WE DO THEM TOGETHER, TOO! or crush- CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW WONDERFUL THEY ARE? THEY’RE AS GREAT AS ME! I HOPE WE GET TO SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER, SOON! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!

Red- Strangely, it’s hard to tell when he has a crush, unless you start looking for patterns. He flirts with everyone, and tries to get into anyone’s pants, casually. Friend- heh, nice shirt. it’d look better on my floor. Enemy- heh, if ya wanted me ta fuck ya up, ya coulda jus’ took off yer pants and bent over! Crush- hey, doll, nice haircut, it’ll look better after ya roll around in bed wit me. The patterns are what gives it away. He’ll fluster someone he’s good friends with, or even strangers if he’s feeling it, he’ll also just hit on them and proposition a one off with them. If they say yes, he’ll either tell them he was joking (if he’s just messing around) or they’ll go to it. If he likes what they’ve got, he’ll come back around, play a bit of game, and get another round if they’re agreeable. The next time, less game, and so on until it’s just, “hey, feelin’ horny. wanna fuck?” With a crush, when he jokingly offers a night together, if they say yes, he’ll get flustered, instead. “i- i mean- i was kiddin’, but if ya wanna-!” The second time he comes around, more game, more flirting, like he’s working them up to ask them for the first time again. The third time is like that, too, and so on, and so on, until their relationship changes. And then it’s just a cute little lean over and nuzzle to their neck and a soft, “hey, sweetheart, i got an idea... wanna go do somethin’ fun?” They’re also the only one he doesn’t talk about at all. He doesn’t generally boast about his conquests, but he’ll mention something if some asks about things he’s done, or needs advice. But his crush? He may admit that they’ve been together... but not much more than that.

Edge- One word- tsundere. He for some reason always ends up having to be in the same place that his crush is. “IT’S NOT LIKE I’M HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE! I JUST ALSO HAPPEN TO NEED TO DO LAUNDRY TODAY!” He also has a tendency to do things for them because of their “incompetence”; “JUST LET ME DO IT- IT’LL BE DONE FASTER!” Somehow, this mess of a boy can manage to be super abrasive, but also super sweet at the same time. And the glare when he’s trying to hide a blush... pretty cute...

Blue- The most noticeable thing? He’s quiet. And very talkative. In shifts. It’ll make your head spin! “I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE SHOW THAT’S ABOUT THIS HERO WHO CAME TO EARTH AND WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE CUSTOMS HERE- I RELATE TO THAT A LOT SINCE IT’S SO DIFFERENT FROM MY HOME- AND THEN HE HAS TO DEFEAT THE BAD GUY AND HE HAS THIS PERSON HELPING HIM THAT IS REALLY COOL AND HAS NO POWERS BUT A LOT OF SKILLS, AND WE SHOULD WATCH IT TOGETHER SOME TIME! WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SHOW?” *silence as he listens intently* He also stares a bit (a lot), and is silent while they just relax together. He’s also somehow made them believe that he’s just a super cuddly skeleton! He wants all those cuddles! ... so he can practice what makes them comfortable, and when they’re all comfy laying there one day, he plans to smoothly nuzzle them, and say, “You Know, We Do A Lot Of Cuddling For Just Friends... Do You Like Cuddling Me? ... I Like Cuddling You, Too... Maybe We Should Do More Than Just Friendship Cuddling... Maybe... I Could Kiss You, And We Could Work From There?”

Stretch- He might be the hardest to know. He has that thing where he doesn’t really like someone, but somehow, he still ends up being nice to them...? what the fuck... god damn it... i meant to tell you to go eat dick, not that your shoes are nice... hell... And the emotions that show on him the easiest are amusement and irritation. So he could hate someone and be laughing at their misfortune, but they think he’s just sharing friendly comradery. The easiest way to tell if he likes someone is if he actually spends time with them, not just, he happens to be in the same room and they’re both watching tv, but, he actually meant to find them and sit down to watch the show with them. Maybe share some snacks.

Black- For some reason, it seems like he’s always just trying to control some people, but... he’s really just trying to be friendly and spend time with them... It’s just a bit awkward when you don’t know how to people in a society where you don’t have to pretend to hate everyone, or be sucking up to them or that you're more forceful/ powerful than them. Back home a conversation between him and Alphys might go, “ARE YOU GOING TO COME EAT LUNCH WITH ME, OR GET WEAK AND DIE?” (want to eat lunch together?) “Fuck off, I’m doin’ other shit.” (can’t, have to finish this work/ bullshit) “OH, GOOD, GO EAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S TWAT, THEN!” (fine, be like that (friendly)) Nice, friendly conversation! But he’s lost here, and when trying to show affection, he’s just so caught up on how much danger it will put on those he loves/ wants to love, so he tries to protect them by making it seem like he’s big and tough, and forcing them to hang out with him- so that his enemies don’t hurt them.

Mutt- He cuddles them. He becomes super cuddly. But he's from the same world as Black where any affection puts a target on their back, so, by being super cuddly, he's basically taunting everyone else, telling them that he's not afraid of them, and he can take out anyone who tries anything, he won't even have to let go of his crush. Come on, bitch, I dare you to try, with a dash of, the second you get too close, you're dead, and a whole lot of, this person is mine. They're mine. Mine! Mine mine mine! Touch them and die. He actually loves that due to the cultural differences, his crush thinks he just wants to cuddle all the time, but he's actually being super territorial and getting his scent all over them so there's no mistaking it. They are his, and anyone who challenges that will be at the wrong end of a burst of overkill attacks.

Axe- Protecting. When he has a crush, he wants to make sure they don't get hurt, and will do whatever it takes to do so, including stalking like behavior, threatening those he thinks has put them in danger or maybe just done things he doesn't like, like make them uncomfortable.

Crooks/ Bun- He wants to be around them. He wants to spend lots of time with them, and take their wants and preferences into consideration. He'll stand up for them, do his best to find and give them things they like, and always try to defer to them. He's ace, so there's not a lot of making out, tension, that kind of thing, but there is lots of fond, friendly, loving cuddles.

Dusty- You won’t know. Hell, he won’t know. He’ll have no idea, just start the yandere insanity of, “i’m really obsessed with this person... i must be really wanting to kill them... i wonder why...” So... until about forever later, when he figures out that he doesn’t want to kill them, they should probably stay far away.

Ask Masterlist?

[okeymakeydude]

Headcanon: Ways to trust [Offense classes]

We all trust, a lot or a little, always do. We´re sociable and even the most antisocial person does the same, and our beloved mercenaries are no exception. Here, I´ll try to make some headcanons of the ways I think they´d do to show that they trust someone, at the end a snippet. 

Here's the link of the last ones:

Ways to trust [Support classes]

Ways to trust [Defense classes]

Today, offense classes: Scout, Soldier and Pyro.

Scout

Becomes more touchable. Like Demo, Scout is a person who expresses himself better physically than with words, if there's someone he gets along, he won't be able to avoid doing so. He'll put his arm around their shoulder, pat on the back, grab their arm, smile more, and he'd feel more open with that teammate. If he becomes too trusting, he might visit them from time to time, to give them a hug. As long as the other mercenaries aren't around.

"Ma! here's the friend I told you about!". His hometown, his home and his mother are very important to him. He counts the days to return to the place he was born, and if he bring someone as a guest it'd be unusual. Doing this is an important step to his confidence. Mainly, if him showing his room to them, is like confessing his whole life.

"Something wrong, Scout?". Like father, like son, he hides his insecurities under his smile and a cheerful attitude, however, he will break down if someone close to him asks him that question. What it felt like to him to be the youngest of eight siblings, to be like the black sheep, the absence of a father and how his mother worked so hard to raise them.

His bat. His mother gave it to him as a child, but it was too big for his age and he had to use another one. But until that moment, he kept it as if it were a treasure, it has his name engraved on it and that makes it more special. Not to mention that back then, money was very difficult to get.

Snippet:

"Scout, it's a family vacation."

"Ye— but look, yeah? Uh, Spy isn't part of the family too and he's comin' with us."

"Heh you're right."

His partner smiled nervously, often forgetting that he doesn't know that Spy is actually his father, keeping such a secret isn't that easy. They were both sitting on some rocks outside the base, practicing baseball throws.

"Y'know my ma' loves you— not that way, like a son. She wouldn't mind if you came." He put one arm around his friend's neck and smiled. "C'mon, i'll be bored without ya!"

"... okay." However, they raised an arm to show that it was not yet over. "But I'm not gonna help you screw over your mother and Spy. I know your intentions."

"What? Why would i do..."

"Deal?"

He took a moment, he knew this was serious, so he was silent until he nodded and took their arm.

"Deal."

Soldier.

Becomes calmer. Look, he keeps screaming but let's say, a lil less when that person is around. He'd even sit next to 'em for a moment and be in completely in silence. It'd be surprising to see that he can be without opening his mouth for a long time. He may not say so, but when he does that, it's because he likes his partner's company and helps him relax.

"Huhah! Every American has to have their own secret space!". It's a remote part of one of the war camps, many know about it but don't want to go in. Showing this to someone and not getting annoyed, is something very important to Soldier, it'd look weird but he'd invite them to bring some food and have a kind of "picnic". Don't panic if the only view is a few of decapitated heads.

'What's mine is yours too'. As we know, Soldier always claims what his stuff is and doesn't like to share it. However, he'd make an exception if it's a friend who gets along very well. May sound silly but him leaving you something, even if it's a bucket, that means a lot, he really trusts you. Just... keep calm if he wants to gift his ear necklace.

The helmet. He has many but there's one that's HIS, don't touch it unless want to see a angry Soldier. However, if that person does it and he doesn't get mad, uff lucky one. No one knows why, but it's something he appreciates and often uses when an event is coming up, such as a party, a meeting or the Fourth of July

Snippet.

"Who made you the burger? Engie?"

"No. I did."

"Wha—really!? I mean—"His friend tried to hide their surprise with a smile. They looked closely at the food. "Man, this is awesome, delicious! Uh, by the way, thanks for..."

"It's okay".

Soldier responded with a grin before taking another bite. Both had planned to go his secret place but they forgot to bring their food, luckily, he had brought two hamburgers and he didn't hesitate to give 'em one.

"Solly, how can you shoot with this? I can't see shit."

And his helmet too. He couldn't help but laugh at the way they said it and reached out his hand to take it away, the two of them looked into each other's eyes.

"Practice, son."

"Will you teach me?"

Well, why not?

Pyro.

Like Heavy, they(Pyro) would spend time with you. It's a person who lets know when they likes or dislikes someone and if they does that, great! That person is a good one. They'd rather be with someone they get along with like Engie or Scout than with others,as long as they doesn't light a match in his room/workshop again...

The hugs never stop! Pyro loves to express their affection in all possible ways, mainly cuddling or holding the hand, they is very touchable. At first they would get a little insecure as not everyone likes their physical expressions so much but with time everything will change. Since they can't be understood when he talks, thwy just wants to show how much they trusts someone.

Gifts. They loves givin' presents to their friends and more when they're in the middle of a battle, they'll bring a flower and give it to their partner with great happiness and say; "Look what I've taken for you!". It's actually the arm of an enemy Spy but nevermind. You'll have a bodyguard during the whole game who will give you random things, they just want to let 'em know that you're important!

Balloonicorn. It's very special to Pyro and you can see it right away. It is always on their arm and they rarely leaves it. They doesn't like others to approach it unless they are people Pyro trusts very much. If they doesn't get upset when that person is even touching their stuffed animal, that's an achievement.

Snippet.

"I can't accept it, Pyro, ya need it more—" the friend was interrupted when the stuffed animal hit their face. "Ouch! Why did you do that!?"

"Mmph pff"

"It was just a nightmare, no big deal!"

Pyro muttered something as they stood beside em, they had found their partner taking a nap but they seemed to be scared of something, luckily the mercenary came to the rescue and woke 'em up.

"It's okay bro, thanks for saving me anyways." They laughed as they lay back and closed their eyes, they turned his face towards the pyromaniac. "There's still time for the next match, wanna take a nap with me?"

No words were needed, a hug was enough to say yes, they both put their arms around each other and left the Ballonicorn as a guardian.

Masterlist

[thewritingginger]

Fluff Alphabet - Mammon

Thank you Anon fo your request you are actually my first request :3

And I’m really glad you enjoyed the one I did for Beelzebub, I hope that you like this one just as much too. ^_^

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

- Loves window shopping with his s/o 

- Many dates have consisted of walks around the mall or different pop up shops 

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

- He admires their wallet their adventurousness, likes that they are willing to go along with his wild/stupid ideas and loves him even if it fails.

- He thinks your heart is the most beautiful thing about you, everyday he wakes up still bit surprised that you had found a spot for him in your heart that will never go away.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- Doesn’t know what to do when he sees you crying but just defaults to asking you what's wrong and cuddle you till you’re ready to talk abut it.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

- He wants a well paying job so he can afford the things he wants but also so he can support you and your future family.

- Doesn’t want you or his future kid(s) to worry about financial stability.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

- He thinks he’s the dominant one in the relationship. We’ll just leave it at that 😂

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

- Very pouty 

- You kinda have to amp him back up to not be 

- but will forgive even if reluctantly especially if he is in the wrong 

- Might be a bit embarrassed to apologize 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

- He didn’t realize how much he needs his s/o in his life until there was one fight they had that ended up with his s/o storming out with out saying anything

- He made sure that he showed how much he loves and appreciates his s/o after that

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

-  He’s quicker to share or more so boast about things to you 

- Now the more embarrassing things make him more reluctant 

- And if you confront him about something you'll know the truth cuz he’s not a great lier.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

- His s/o kinda helped him become more honest, his record to stealing/ attempting to steal has decreased (not interlay well cuz ... it mammon we are talking about).

- Made him want to work harder to be the man you deserve.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

- The easiest out the brothers to get jealous

- Be one to wrap his arm around you

- Will be mouthy to the person hitting on or talking to you, but more of a bicker than fighting unless comes to that point

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

- Was questionable at first, during the first kiss b/w he and his partner he when in being confident but his true feelings of anxiety and nervousness poked its head out when he accidentally head butted his s/o coming in for the kiss.

- Once the first kiss was done his usual cocky self returned and denied the head budding ever happened. 

- Is a good kisser 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- A blushing mess

- Still trying to be cool but just ends up making him more flustered 

- Mammon would try and bring it up in a casual, nonchalant way 

- Just slipping it into conversation while you guys were alone

- “Heh, wouldn’t it be crazy if I loved you?” he scratches behind his neck nervously.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- Didn't think he would ever get married, “Why would I want to give someone half my money” 

- But that seemed to begin to shift when his love between him and his s/o began to grow and became a bigger part of his life.

- He proposes acting like he's doing you a favor “ Hey, so asking this is gonna seem bit redundant because the answer is pretty obvious but wanna marry me? I mean why wouldn't you, The Mammon is offering to share your life with him.” 

- Even tho he said that, you knew what he was really feeling but was too embarrasses to be ask in a mushy way.

- Marriage w/ mammon is not bad but in the beginning finances and budgeting was a constant discussion but after the first year him and you have figured out a balance you can work with for the most part.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

- Nicknames you have for him: Mam, | Dough boy (dough as in money huh?),| Mr. Money Bags (used to tease him mostly, says he hates it but secretly doesn't), |

- Nicknames he has for you: Babygirl | Babe | My ‘Lucky Charm’ |Goldie 2.0, |

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

- Very tsundere 

- Will say he does stuff for you cause you made a pack with him first and he doesn't trust his other brothers to do it right for you cause he’s “the best at everything.” 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

- In the beginning he would be a bit shy, playing it off as “well I just don't want to make you guys feel jealous.” and such 

- Once the relationship isn't so fresh he is more relaxed in the act of PDA 

- Not making out on the dance floor kinda relaxed but just Having his arm around you, kissing you a bit in a semi private area.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. 

- The ability to get into shit but somehow able to make it out of it relatively fine

- IDK I really couldn't think of anything 😅 what do you think?

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- On a scale from 1-10, Mammon would be clocking in at about a high 3 low 4

- It’s not that he doesn't think to be romantic, it’s just that he doesn't really know what to do (not really his strong suit)

- When. he tries to be suave and romantic he usually will mess up and break something or fall, which in turn will make you laugh 

- When you do he’ll get all blushy and pouty about it but then you kiss him and it is suddenly like it never happened OR like he meant to do that on purpose (we all know he usually doesn't)

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

- Of course he believes in them and they “will defiantly be able to achieve their goals with The Mammon on their side”

- But really, he does support them and tries to help as best he can even tho it doesn’t always turn out right, but his heart is in the right place.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Likes to try new things 

- It keeps things interesting

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Mammon jokes around a lot and cracks jokes but when it really counts he does try to understand to the best of his ability 

- Sometimes he doesn’t get it but he’ll just try and be there anyways.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

- His s/o really ended up being more important to him than he initially thought would be possible.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

- One time when you and mammon were basking in the afterglow of lovemaking, with your arms wrapped around his torso, his fingers gently playing with your soft locks. Your rhythmic breathing slowly rocking him to sleep, he professes “I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world! I don't know how a guy like me got you.” Your heart swelled hearing those touching words. Gripping him tighter, you pressing a tender kiss on his chest before drifting off to sleep filled with content.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

- Very affectionate borderline clingy sometimes, loves being tangled up with you in bed talking or watching a movie 

- Never in front of others, especially his brothers so he doesn't get ragged on

- In front of his brothers he just plays it cool, will put his arm around your shoulder, might kiss your cheek or neck

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

- He may not want to admit it but he is a bit needy at times 

- He’ll send them messages “I’m bored, when are you coming back to entertain me?” “How much longer till you’re back?” 

- Any time his brothers or others ask if he misses his s/o he just shrugs it off, but secretly not so hidden secret really misses them and cant wait to envelop them.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

- Before his you Mammon didn't really prioritize relationships, they were just there when he was bored/ needed to be around others that art his bros

- But you, you were different 

- Surprisingly to him you ended up being a person he would give everything for, even his precious Goldie He would cut that bitch in half.

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Little beast (New beast boy graphic novel verse)

Garfield Logan groaned as he woke up. it was a stupid bright sunny morning, which was a OK thing on the weekend, but it just rammed in the fact for the teen that he was going to be wasting anther day at high school while the world was clearly telling me to come out and enjoy it. Still, there's wasn't anything the shorty could do about it so trying to shake off the grumpiness he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleepiness out of them before hauling himself up and hanging onto the edges of the crib bars that surrounded his 'bed'. Like most boys his age Logan had stopped wearing PJ's to bed and instead wore just a white t-top and his undies. However unlike most boys in his age group his underwear of choice wasn't boxers or briefs, it was a thick bulky diaper with a nursery print on it, that pushed his legs apart and drooped badly as he yawned and looked over to the baby monitor. "I'm awake, and I need a change." He called out, running a hand though his hair and hoping that it would be Tank who came and got him, not Mike.

Ever since that day he'd gone and eaten that super hot pepper, Gar who had been aiming for the nick name of Beast boy, had ended up crapping his pants and just couldn't seem to stop. he had the nick name of Beast baby now, though if his classmates only knew how true that was they'd of been shocked (or laughing their butts off) As far as anyone at school knew Gar was back out of diapers after a week of being a smelly little guy, but in truth not only was he still into the 24/7, his Boyfriend had decided to go all out and make him a big baby. That meant thick massive diapers at home, cribs and playpen, and of course lots and lots of baby bottles. Gar hadn't been thrilled about it at first but since it was pointed out the apartment him and Tank shared was in tank's name and tanks parents were paying for it, his only choice was to do as 'daddy' said, or move back home. Still that hadn't made the next step in their relationship any easier, with tank deciding that since beast boy was just his widdle guy, he couldn't get/take the savage poundings tank used to give his little boy toys back door anymore and had gone and hooked up with one of Gar's old bullies Mike. To say Mike found Gar's permanent babyhood amusing was a understatement, though Gar tried his best to make sure most of his smelly diaper changes were handled by his new 'daddy' as revenge, something Mike hated to do.

Cuddling in their sleep in the master bedroom down the hall, Mike and Tank groaned as Gar's voice came over the baby monitor. gar might of been hella cute and adorable, and most of the time Tank loved looking after his little guy, but that didn't make changing a shitty diaper before your first cup of coffee in the morning any easier. "It's your turn." Both of the bigger and stronger boys said in unison, and then both laughed. "No way. I changed him before bed last night after you had the brilliant idea to make tacos for supper." Mike said, rolling over and looking tank in the eyes. "and I handled changing his diaper in the middle of the night when he almost had a blow out. so it's YOUR turn." Tank said and broke into a big grin. "..Your the one that made him a big baby! so clearly-" "Mike?" "yeah?" "If you ever want anymore of my amazing dick, go and change the baby. and remind him it's a staff holiday today." Tank said and rolled over, smirking as mike pouty. "..Your fucking lucky your dick is amazing." Mike finally grumbled, sliding out of bed in only his boxers. "mmmmhmm.. and if gar wants to say up, you can keep a eye on him." Tank called. "...you better be fucking me stupid later." Mike huffed and stormed out of the room. "heh..like that was ever in doubt."

Mike tried to prepare himself mentally as he walked to the nursery. gar was pretty cute most of the time and the power rush that came from making a 18 year old high school senior into a big baby really made the fact he was cucking gar even better but..well. there was just no two away around it, the big baby was freaking toxic.Mike who had done a internship at a dumpster for a class project, and well shared a locker room with a bunch of other sweaty smelly boys, still rated Gar's shitty diapers as hands down the worse thing he had ever smelled and briefly toyed with the idea of just going in long enough to turn off the baby monitor and come back to bed. then memories of the last time he'd let gar get a diaper rash came back and Mike subconsciously rubbed his butt.  the little brat had even gotten to watch while tank gave him the spanking of a life time and put Mike on time out in the corner, though thankfully gar's idea of diapering Mike too had gone unheeded. Not wanting to push his luck and end up sharing a crib with gar, Mike savored the clean air outside of the nursery then opened the door and started to walk in.

Gar pouted a little as stupid Mike came in, but then gave a impish grin as the bigger boys eyes started to water almost right away. "Oh my god!" Mike cried out, a hand covering his nose and Gar giggled in delight. "Pffft light weight, I smelled wayyy worse when daddy changed me." he teased and then since it was gonna be Mike changing him, he patted his butt a few times then waved a hand by it. this would make the smell worse, and send it towards him, while almost making clean up just that little bit harder on poor mike. Now, with most people who changed gar (well OK, it was Tank, mike, his parents and some one shot baby sitters) Garfield tried to be good as gold and not make the clean up take any longer then it needed. But when it came to Mike who was you know, fucking his boyfriend, gar had decided a stinky diaper torture tax was needed. "I swear to god, I'm gonna start putting a plug in your ass at night." Mike groaned, almost gagging then making his way over to the crib. "mmmhmmm. and then when I unleash a massive build up super poopie that you then have to change, that will be better how? Plusssss you heard daddy, I'm too sweet and pure for stuff stuck up mah butt!" Gar giggled. "Sweet and pure my ASS!" Mike groaned. getting the side of the crib down, Mike waited for beast boy to get down on his own, something he would of normally done buttt since he was feeling a little bratty today he held his arms out instead for uppies. "what are you..oh of course." mike groaned, picking gar up under his arm pits and holding him out from his as much as he could and wincing. "Hehehehe Come on 'daddy'..we hafa hurry this up so we can get to school." the 18 year old giggled. "Ugh.. it's a staff day doofus, remember? Let's just get this over with so i can put you back to bed." "oh yeah! I forgot about that...Awesome possum! that means we can go out to the park and play!" Gar said getting excited and stuck his touge out as mike plopped him on his squishy rear onto the changing table. "And two things: I don't wanna go back to bed, I wanna go and play...and you know you just made this diaper change even harder on yourself right?" Gar asked and giggled. "...Damn it!"

With the dirty deed done, Mike triple diapered Gar in a attempt to make the little diaper dork wanna stay inside for at least awhile as he didn't have the energy to get him ready for the park. Gar of course wasn't to happy but Tank had made it clear to him that his opinion how how thick or how many of his diapers he had put on him didn't matter unless he wanted to start wiping his own poopie butt. Since Gar wasn't the biggest fan in the world on his dirty diapers anyways aside from using them to torment Mike, he conceded the point but still found himself waddling like a toddler learning to walk as Mike lead the way to the breakfast table. (with gar being such a messy eater since babies didn't really get a fork or spoon and he had to use his hands, Tank and Mike had taken to putting him in just his diapers while he ate.) Getting Gar in his light green high chair (which they had made in wood shop as a joke, or so they'd told everyone) Mike went and got a bowl of cheerios for Gar with some apple slices for him to munch on, and a big baby bottle filled with a mix of baby formula and pablum in it to help keep the little guy full. unsurprisingly, Gar who tended to get bored during breakfast since tank had a no TV at the table rule ended up making a bit of a mess when he tried to see if he could make applesauce by crushing the apple apples in his hands. "you know, for someone who says he could be a big boy.." mike teased while using a wash cloth on Gar's hands, face and chest. "I'm high maintenance and demand to be amused!" Gar giggled and blew a raspberry. "You know, when you don't smell like shit you're a cutie." Mike chuckled. "witch please, I'm ALWAYS cute!" the smaller boy said knowing while Mike didn't care of he swore or not, one never knew when tank would just pop up and then gar would be blowing soap bubble for a hour.

After getting gar cleaned up and a quick diaper check (Gar of course knew when he went, most of the time, but had been told not to say anything unless he started to get itchy so Mike and Tank could be like proper daddies and give him bum checks) Mike tugged on a green with purple trim on the sleeves, bottom and neck barney t-shirt on Gar and then added a pair of striped green and purple socks before taking him to the living room, and mostly picked that outfit because he knew how over barney Gar was. "Gahhh, How many times do I have to tell you and tank? Paw patrol is where it's at these days! it's like you trying to make me a laughing stock on the play ground!" Gar huffed. "..right because the fact you in diapers and the like means your Mr. cool." Mike said deadpan. "Well..uh..with the little kids i hang out with..they think I'm super cool and stuff so.." gar said, blushing badly and squirming. "or they did till they told me how lame barney is!" "mmmhmm..well when you outgrow all of your barney stuff or come up with the money to cover replacing all of it. then you can choose. it's not me o r Mike's fault you begged and whined for a barney themed birthday party and got all this stuff." "..Your such a butt hole sometimes!" Gar huffed and stomped away as best he could in his massive diapers, turning on the tv and putting it on the preschool channel. "and how will I ever recover from such a savage verbal beat down." Mike chuckled softly, grabbing his tablet and plopping on the couch, bringing up YouTube. "Move back from the TV some diaper boy, or your gonna need coke bottle glasses." Gar turned around and blew a raspberry at Mike, but as he did a muffled fart came out of his bottom and he blushed badly again. "heh, awww, in stereo!" Mike teased.

Tank only slept in for anther hour or so, and when he walked out, dressed he shook his head a little and smirked as Mike had apparently gone back to sleep on the couch. Gar and Mike, who he knew didn't exactly always get along, must of had a anther semi little fight because as tank looked on, semi hidden by a corner and with gar more giggling and smirking, the little guy had gone over and had his diaper butt a inch at most away from Mike's face and was staining to fart or mess himself. "hehehehe I'll show you who's cool!" Gar said softly, a impish grin on his face when he wasn't staining. "Garfield  Mark Logan, would you like to explain what your doing?" Tank asked, his voice loud enough to make Gar jump and while not intended, wake up Mike who went to sit up. and went face first into gar's diaper butt, knocking the big baby off balance and sending Mike back onto the couch, and gar who was struggling to keep from falling fell backward, butt on Mike's face as he let out a muffled but loud fear poot "D-Daddy! I uh..er.." gar stammered and gulped. "-sigh- Sweetie get off of mike's face and come over here, i think we need to have anther little talk about manners."

one shower for mike later (and several tooth brushing as he claimed he could still taste gar's funk in his mouth)  Mike came out to find Gar sitting in his high chair, and writing out lines on a piece of paper with a crayon. "heh, soo actually punishing him for a change i see." Mike said, smirking. "Actually from what i understand, you were a bit of a butt yourself this morning." Tank said. "...I changed his shitty diaper and got him semi dressed!" "and teased him about the barney stuff when I know he had paw patrol stuff clean. admit it, you were trying to rile him up." Tank said, arms folded. "Noooo I uh just..well see.." mike huffed and suddenly got a little worried for the safety of his buns. Leading Mike over, with Mike now in a pair of jeans and a beater, he was sat down at the table too, and gar looked up and giggled, then went back to work. Looking over Mike saw that gar was writing out 'I will not try and fart on peoples faces' then noticed there was a pencil and a sheet of paper for him too. "..you gotta be joking." "Spanking you two isn't getting us anywhere, so i figured I'd try lines. but if you rather go over my knee.." Tank said, trailing off and smiling. "Soooo what am i writing?" "I will stop being a bully unless I wanna end up in diapers. 100 times." Tank said and gar giggled lots. "..How many lines does he have to do!" Mike huffed, but started to write. "20! and I'm done daddy! see!" Gar said, and held up his paper. "Oh that's bullsh-" Mike started and cut himself off as tank gave him a look. "..Dookie. bull dookie." he finished weakly. "gar's just a little boy, your suppose to be a daddy and should know better. " tank said, helping gar out of his high chair. "Now you better hurry up and finish that fast if you wanna come to the park with us. otherwise you can stay here and clean the apartment." Tank said, setting gar on his hip. "You know your totally playing favorites right now." Mike huffed, but wrote faster. "mmmhmm, just remember which one of you gets dick, and which one of you gets to hump a stuffie once a month and ask yourself if you wanna be in Gar's shoes right now." Tank said and winked as gar went from giggling and smirking to blushing and pouting.

in the end Mike ended up having to stay behind, as while he did manage to get all of his lines written by the time Gar was changed into just one diaper, a light black diaper shirt, and blue denim coveralls with a paw patrol logo on the front pocket, he'd misspelled some words and honestly tank was sure he'd just tried to scribble the last ten lines. as such with gar watching in clear delight Mike had been stripped, spanked on his buns 20 times which had left the jock on the verge of tears, and the best part, had been put in one of beast boy bulky over night diapers. "Now get your butt back to that chair, and i want 300 lines, nice and neat, spelled right, and then you can go for a nap." Tank said. "But..but..I'm a daddy!" Mike whimpered and whined.and stomped a foot not realizing how it made him look. "Not today! today yer my baby brother!" Gar giggled and chuckled. "be thankful I'm trusting you to stay home alone and not taking you to the park..because we don't have any pants in your size that would fit over your diaper." Tank said. "TANK! you wouldn't!" Mike yelped and squirmed lots. Interestingly Tank noticed that Mike was semi tenting his diaper. "I would and you know it. and don't get any silly ideas about using the potty. I locked the door. and I marked your diaper so I'll know if you remove it." Tank said. helping gar get his sneakers on the smaller boy made sure daddy wasn't looking and stuck his touge out at mike who returned the gesture, only for Tank to look up from doing up the laces. "what are you doing?"  Tank asked. "I uh.." "he was sticking his touge out at you daddy! I wasn't gonna say anything cuz i know you hate tattle tales." Gar said quickly. "Tank, is that true?" "No! I uh.." Mike paused, he knew if he said gar started it there was no way tank would believe him. "I still have fart funk on my touge and trying to get it off." he finished lamely. "...heh. Ok. well in that case." Tank reached into gar's diaper bag, and tugged out a bottle of orange juice and handed it to Mike. "Drink up little guy. I expect that allll gone when i get back." "O-Oh but I uh..w-wouldn't dream of taking Gar's drink s-so I'll j-" Mike started but it was gar who cut him off. "no no no, i insist! it's my fault you got a icky taste in your mouth. I'm more then willing to share." The little imp said, grinning ear to ear. "aww! isn't that sweet? what do you say Mikey?" Tank asked, and again a look down confirmed that while Mike looked humiliated and ready to hit someone, he was fully tenting his diaper now. "...Thank you Garfield." "your welcome." "heh, I might have to keep you both in diapers more often, I think that's the nicest you've been to each other in awhile." Tank teased, opening the door. "oh and Mikey, one last thing while we're gone." "What?" the mortified and oddly horny boy asked. "Don't jerk off in your huggies or I WILL put you back in them for a month." Tank said, and then just smirked as Mikey started to jerk around in his seat. "guess I'm stopping off by the drug store on the way home." he said and left with gar, leaving poor mike to finish his hands free orgasm in his thick diaper.

As they walked down the hall towards the stairs, Garfield was oddly quiet and looked thoughtful. "penny for your thoughts little guy." Tank said, the diaper bag over one shoulder and getting gar set on his hip as they took the stairs. "Ummm.. if Mikey was my new daddy, and i was the baby, but now he's a baby, does that mean I'm back to being a big boy?" he asked. "heh, think about what we're going out and doing, and how your dressed." Tank said. "Now think about your question again and tell me what you think." "...ok fair enough." gar said and nodded, but still looked thoughtful. "now what's on your mind?" "Does this mean we have to go and find ANTHER new daddy? orrr do you think Mike will go back to being a big boy?" "well, considering how that bottle we gave him was your happy pee pee one, I was gonna make you get wood at the playground, and I'm gonna keep him in diapers for a month for every time he cums.. I'm gonna say chances are we need to go daddy shopping." Tank chuckled. "hehehehe my daddy is so evil! and i wuv it!" Gar coo'ed and nuzzled into tank.

sitting at the table, on the verge of tears, Mikey sucked on the joke cockfier he'd gotten Garfield a few weeks early. he'd taken a few big month fulls of the baby bottle after cumming his brains out, and was thinking about how stupid and mean it was tank was gonna make him be a dumb big baby. Just thinking about how horrible it was gonna be to have to wear and use diapers all the time, and how he was likely gonna be in a high chair too, it was just so humiliating to think about! but as he suckled on the paci, his cock was tenting his diapers again and he found himself looking over at Garfield's high chair more and more. 'don't do it, you know it locks from the back and you'll be STUCK in it!' he thought to himself, drool going down his chin. reaching down and massaging his cock though his slightly soggy from a load already pamper, common sense went bye bye. taking his ba-ba and a stack of papers and some crayons over with him so he could make his new daddy a bunch of pretty pictures, Mike took a seat and locked himself in, the click of the lock making him spurt again, hands free. 'I hope tank never let's me be a man again!' the poor ex daddy thought, and dehydrated, took anther mouthful of his extera large ba-ba.

The end

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Little Estoma idea

Some angst, some fluff, lots of gifs!  This is where I imagine for when they were dating during Shuriki era and Esteban has his betrayal a secret and Doña has a secret of her past. So Esteban is attempting to explain his scar and how Shuriki did it because she thought he was capable of overthrowing the ruler.

But he’s struggling to speak especially as he internally pictures the death of his aunt and uncle Doña: “Hey, hey it’s okay. You don’t have to talk now but when you are ready, I will be here for you and I will hold you and I will listen and love you all the same.

Esteban: “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve..” 

Doña: “Don’t say that. I mean.. let me put it this way. I, the greedy, selfish, vain, stupid, judgmental, shallow, prideful, stubborn bitch deserve someone better than you? Esteban, remember when you admitted that you used to be jealous of King Juan because he was like the perfect Prince Charming.” 

Esteban: “It’s unbelievable! He’s so perfect and good and happy and doesn’t make mistakes... he never. he never hurts the people he loves. He’s a true fairy tail prince.”  Doña: “I don’t care much for fairytales much less Prince Charming.” 

E: Really? D: Yes! Even when I was younger I preferred the sulky beast who only wanted to be loved but was cursed. He was real, he knows about suffering and he had able to grow and learn lessons and mature. Fairytale princes don’t do that. They’re too perfect. They don’t know about hard work or the weight of responsibility or the consequences of making mistakes. Like you. You work harder now, you try to be a better, more reliable, honorable person because you know your mistakes from when you weren’t.” 

“You’re not a prince but I am so so happy that you love me, and I don’t want to do anything to hurt you and if I do something I want that.... I mean I hope at least you will do the same. You would love me the same maybe...”

Esteban: “Of course I will.” 

Angst under the cut 

Esteban: I will love no matter where or how. Doña: Ha, so even if you were hypothetical a chancellor still and I’m just some poor village girl Esteban: I would still find you..... Ha! I wouldn’t.

Esteban (still talking) I mean why would ever be in a village, unless it’s for important diplomatic reasons if course. But I highly doubt I would have anything in common with you if you were from some village. Don’t those girls drop out of school? I would have nothing to talk about with them. Hehee imagine the struggle it would be to talk to them. I would have to dumb down the words.. Doña: 

Doña: Yeah heh, of course. Village girls are such idiots. We’ll be rich together. 😕

And so they continue their secrets. Eventually breaking up because secret relationships are hard and they both secretly think they’re not enough for the other. But also because 

Esteban: Tensia, can we talk about yesterday? When we were joking about staying here in Cordóba with new names.  Doña: Heh yes, we run away and live happily ever after. It could work. I mean we open a shop to sell your moisturizer. Only 4 days a week during the morning so people will know it’s very exclusive. Then we can charge nobles exorbitant prices, and the rest of time we just enjoy ourselves. You can do guitar playing and tally olaball games, and I can shop. It’d be a nice life.  Esteban: Yes, it would. I want it. (sighs) I really want to. It would be so easy to do, and that’s why we have to break up.  Doña: What?  Esteban: (choking up) We said we wouldn’t let our love interfere but I’m beginning to.. I fear that.. I no longer want to continue my burden. I want to stay in Cordóba and sell moisturizers. Hortensia, I want to marry you.  Doña: Oh Esteban. I would say yes. I’d be willing Esteban: (crying) I’m glad, but it...  I can’t do that to Avalor. I owe it to my family to stay. Kingdom before thy self. 

Doña: (tearing up too) I know. I understand. We’ll discuss (gulps) that tomorrow. For now, let’s just... 

(They cuddle up close together and share a kiss) 

They manage a civil break up. Albeit with lots of bittersweet looks so Esteban goes to Satu to help with the distance. As years go their rivalry becomes more tense as they change. Both have pretty much given up on making new laws, seeing as they’ve done everything legally possible. Esteban still cares but that caring just makes him feel more guilty and hopeless and depressed; all he can do is keep Shuriki from enacting harsher laws and maintains peaceful ties with his allies. Doña, on the other hand, chose to stop caring and focus on herself and her money. Sort of like this, 

Esteban: Okay, what the hell is going on? Is this some sort midlife crisis? Are you mourning someone? Extravagant spending, galas with nobles that you said were “shallow and never worked a day in their lives.” 

Doña: Nothing is happening. I just came to the conclusion that I should enjoy myself. Oh, Esteban, I’ve realized I’ve been stuck in the past, chasing stupid childhood dreams like having a family. That hasn’t worked at so well. But know what has? This store. This emporium has been the only thing succeeding and I decided that I’m going to put my energy and focus into it and make it even better! Esteban: You call spending money on yourself true happiness? Doña:  Yes, I can’t get happiness the other way so might as well embrace what I have. And I have a lot of money.  Esteban: No it’s- What about caring for oth-” 

Doña: I did care, and I’m done. I’m tired of caring for all these people that don’t even know how hard I work. There’s always something else, making sure they’re happy, making sure the economy’s stable, and I don’t get anything from it but stress and no time. I’m done being a failure as a provider. I’m done with “Kingdom before thy self.” If I don’t care, I don’t have to make everything absolutely perfect and now I have time to enjoy myself and my new friends. I mean we’ve done everything we legally can without Shuriki’s notice. So I’m going to relax. No more pressure. Don’t I deserve that after all I’ve done for them for the last 7 years? With money at least I can buy things. Money’s great, money keeps growing in the bank, it can’t leave you the way people do.  Esteban: No! I mean- eh it’s not right. You’re forgetting who you are. Denying that you feel guilty or sad doesn’t mean it disappears. 

Doña: Oh, I’ve had lots of practice with denial, it works. Besides this is who I am, I love money and jewels and new clothes and gossiping about other people and petty society intrigues. It’s kind of fun to manipulate the fighting. I was just too busy before to indulge in them. I didn’t get what Lady Yolanda meant that buying a new dress can cure depression? But now I stopped caring about the past and what my family would be disappointed. It actually works. 

Esteban: It’s wrong! You shouldn’t just forget about your failures or the people you loved. 

Doña: Why are you pushing this? I’m moving on with my life. What do you want me to do? Be like you? Moping around, depressed and miserable all the time. I wouldn’t stop you if you tried to push past your sadness to be happy for once.  Esteban: I’d rather do that than dishonor my family by acting so self absorbed and selfish. You’ve changed so much and- 

Doña: That’s your problem! I’ve changed too much, you’re stuck in the past! I know you’re life is hard, and there’s very little joy but but... Sometimes I want you  to have a happy life not just because you deserve it, but because I don’t want to hear more complaining. You can fix things, you know that right? 

But you don’t. You keep holding yourself back when you to start enjoying yourself. You push yourself and never try to move on. I mean, you never attend functions unless it’s a royal obligation, you have never gone to the opera just for fun or do anything in your free time that might guarantee a little respite from work. You prefer to be miserable and stew in your guilt. You hold yourself back when you to start enjoying yourself. You won’t allow yourself to find happiness with yourself. Or with someone else or anything! Be miserable fine, but I can’t act like that. My guilt is over with. (a little more gently) It’s been 37 years. You’ve been guilty enough. Try pretending it doesn’t exist, it really helps.  

Esteban: I can’t..

Doña: Of course you can. Esteban: You don’t understand. It’s none of your...it’s a royal matter. Doña: Here we go again! It’s a royal matter. I’m too low and stupid too understand your struggles with doing whatever you want and your royal burden. Give up that argument, Esteban. It means nothing. Besides I’m not acting selfish! I’m basically doing the same things you royals do. Going shopping, siestas. 

Esteban: That’s part of my reputation. I have to look my best. I thought you were more noble than the rest of the nobility that you rose from. I may have privileges, but I still better the peoples’ lives. You’re just acting self righteous.  Doña: You can force yourself not to enjoy these things, but you still have them. You’re pretty well off as Shuriki’s lapdog compared to the commoners. Face it, you have the power like her, you have the titles like her, you’re ambitious like her, you’re- 

Esteban: I am nothing like Shuriki!  Doña: You’re close enough. You’re almost ruthless by association.  Esteban: If you’d like to talk about titles, doña, may I remind you that you’re only so special because you’re magister. Without it, you may be intelligent and pretty, but just as common and worthless as the rest of the masses.  As for your formal request to aid the upcoming trade deals with the northern part of the Everrealm, I’ll have to decline.  Doña: Why? You said- we always do these things together.  Esteban: Yes, but that was before. I didn’t really need you since you don’t have the proper expertise to handle diplomatic matters.  Doña: What? No expertise?! Af-after 7 years. You-I.. 

Esteban: I didn’t need you. I never needed you. I only allowed you to come because I wanted a friend by my side. But now.... 

Doña: But I’m still on.you..

Esteban: No. no. You mean nothing to me. 

Doña: Hmmph. You think your friendship is some big loss for me? Get over yourself chancellor I-I hope you drown in your guilt. 

Esteban: “I hope you drown in your selfishness.” (Slams door) 

So done. Friendship over. Rivalry begins! And also though it wasn’t the major source of their friction, Esteban’s disgust for her avarice and Doña thinking it was hypocritical for him to criticize her clothes shopping and gossip when it was what he usually did. He said it was a matter of being royal and that he had an image to maintain jumps off their royal vs working class rivalry which was easier to argue you about than all the personal subtext underneath. They’re just very passive aggressive with each other now. 

Until after Masks of Magic when Elena tells pretty much her whole family all about what went down at the Feast of Friendship. So a few days later, Esteban stops by Doña’s apartment. Esteban: I want to talk about what happened at the Feast of Friendship. Doña: Yes, yes, things were a little wild and your cousin did her own thing as you said she is wont to do but everything worked out. I can’t wait to do it again next next year. Ugh too bad Paraíso is hosting next year’s. 🙄 Can we discuss the particulars tomorrow before our meeting, I have a date tonight and I need at least two hours to do my hair, and then there’s my makeu- Esteban: She told me that you grew up in a small ranch. Doña: 🤭 Um heh Elena said you were sick, I think you need to rest some more. We’ll talk when you feel better. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Esteban: Hortensia, don’t start denying i.. Doña: I’m not in denial. I’m doing my makeup (closes the door to her bathroom) Esteban: (continues talking through the door) It makes sense. You’re not from a rich merchant family. Your family didn’t send you in to the city alone so you can learn the value of money. You did it because you had no choice, didn’t you? Doña: If you want to start your “the lady is a tramp” jokes, do it now. You have an hour before I kick you out. Esteban: Why didn’t you tell me? Doña: ....... Because Elena isn’t judgmental like you. She doesn’t have your high standards.

Esteban: You really think my opinion of you would lower because of your background? You’re an exception. You’re educated and talented and... Doña: No I’m not. How could I.. I mean... Remember, my ex Ferdinand? How you said he was wrong about how worthless I am. It was just lies and emotional abuse. All what he calls me, is true. I mean even you said it yourself. Remember?  Esteban: I.. I didn’t really mean it.... that way.  Doña: Yeah right.  (Comes out of the bathroom) I am stupid, and greedy and a selfish hypocrite. No let me finish. He’s right. I dropped out of school after my quinceñera, Esteban. I didn’t even finish 9th grade, I didn’t go to college. I don’t know how to photosynthesis or speak a different language. When I first met you, I would spend the night before our meetings, studying the dictionary so I would understand some of your lectures on foreign relations. I’m no where near your level of education as I’ve been pretending to be. And Ferdinand is right that I’m a hypocrite, I don’t associate with other poor people and I don’t. I don’t.

How could other people respect me if they figured that I didn’t grow up knowing the difference between pink and fuchsia. That I didn’t have a private tutor like you. Do you know how many times I have been told that I would end up a whore because of my station in life. I couldn’t pay my dowry. And we tried, we tried so hard but they asked too much! And its not like I have any other choices. I’m not smart nor do I have a special talent. Basically, if I must quote *him*, “If I don’t pay my dowry and be supported, I���ll just be another whore with a body. Not good enough to be married, not worth enough to be even paid for a bed like a prostitute. “

As for my family? No, they were not merchants from Nueva Vista. I did not grow up rich. So rich I was sent to Avalor City to learn the value of money. I worked to provide for them and I failed. I didn’t work hard enough. I was too slow and selfish. I was so sad being alone, and homesick that I wasted time.

I was working to become the Magister, I was in all the right circles. I didn’t do enough. They died one by one from disease and starvation and exhaustion.

I was wanting to feel loved as they were sick and starving. I wanted them to tell me to stop working and come back because they missed me so much. Me, me, me! All I thought about me. It is my fault.  Esteban: No. 

Doña: Yes, I accept that. I just didn’t think it would matter to anyone. At least they hardly mattered enough for people to help. As you can imagine, they were born for a reason. They didn’t work enough. They deserve it. 

Esteban: I wish you’d told me before. 

Doña: Yeah, well... you wouldn’t have...I mean. Esteban when we broke up for the sake our duties I... it’s so stupid but I-I got unrealistic and stupid and I thought maybe you’d change your mind, and stand by me through it all. More than your fear of Shuriki, more than your guilt to your family. But love doesn’t conquer all. And if you didn’t stay when I was perfect than why would you stay if you knew how I really was? 

Esteban: Do you think I’m that shallow? I wasn’t that bad. I wouldn’t have said it was all your fault that you were poor.  Doña: Yes, you would have. You thought most poor people deserve what they got for not working hard enough like how Shuriki always raged on you.  Esteban: I’m not like Shuriki.

Doña: I’m not saying you were like her, it’s just-

Esteban: But I wasn’t. I’m tired of you seeing me as the villain because you think all royals are snobs. I’m not like that. I didn’t do anything wrong. 

Doña: Yes you were! You still are. Esteban: I-I respect Miss Turner despite her low rank. I’d listen to her opinions. 

Doña: Sorry I haven’t been up to date on your change in mindset.

Esteban: I’m just saying, I’m not the villein you paint me to be.  Doña: I’m not saying you are a villain but you are not the most tolerant. And I don’t hold that against you, you’re “better” now. But don’t pretend you weren’t like that. 

Esteban: I didn’t do..

Doña: Don’t feel bad, everyone is like that. After all  it’s not their problem. It’s mine. My feelings don’t matter in the long run. They’ll listen and leave. They don’t care. It would be like I hadn’t told anyone at all.

Esteban: I wasn't-I’m not like those people.

Doña: That’s not my point. Get out!  Esteban: But- Fine! 

Post All Kingdoms Fair 

 Esteban (covered in mud after trying to ride bareback on a horse) Maybe racing you after you lost Magister of Trade wasn't the best idea. Doña: Hmmm maybe you should have thought of that before helping Julio win, Chancellor. 

Esteban: You must know it's not personal. Kingdom before thy self. 

Doña: And the betterment of the kingdom lies in someone full of idealism and no experience! No. No way. You are far too smug about this for it not to be personal. 

Esteban: With Elena's return, I've come to realize that though we have done a good job in making Avalor stable and prosperous..there needs to be changes to make the city more vibrant. More happy than it was under Shuriki. You're too stuck in your ways, it’s more about you than the kingdom, and think you know best and... Dona: I do know best. Esteban: You're going to eventually burn out. You must admit you've been getting more stressed.

Doña: How do you know I- You get stressed and cry about your job. You don't see me trying to give your chancellorship to Naomi! Esteban: I'm just saying.. you'll have more time with your emporium and to do other things. Doña: Oh then thank you, Esteban for giving me so much extra time for me to think and be alone with my thoughts. Just what I always wanted. Esteban: Complain now, in the future---I told you so. 

Doña: Hmph. Not before I say I told you so when Julio fails miserably. And he will. He's so happy and wants to help everybody, it's like putting Armando in charge. He's going to give everything away. No more advantageous trade deals..ugh it's going to be horrible. Esteban: Have I mentioned that I'm going to miss that crazed look in your eye when you negotiate to get more goods for Avalor than whatever other kingdom? Doña: Why should I care more about other people than myself! I mean, I'm sorry are you serving the people of Avalor or the people of our allies? Avalorans come first, why should we serve their interests when we have to put our peoples needs before anything else? Like money for streets, and food transportation and- 

Esteban: Yes, I am going to miss that. Doña: Insufferable Esteban: Ruthless. Want to eat? Doña: Know it al— huh what? Esteban: Would you like to eat?

Post Incredible Shrinking Royals 

(After the dressing down by Elena and the Grand Council) 

Doña: Well that went well.  Esteban: Speak for yourself. You don’t live with her.  Doña: I don’t see what they’re so upset about. Even if we hadn’t invited King Hector, I’m sure something would have gone wrong. Things always end up crazy ever since you’re cousin became queen. Sure, Julio somewhat saved the day but that was just dumb luck. Next time I’ll get to say I told you so. Next time he won’t be.. 

Esteban gives her the look.  Doña: Okay maybe not.. 

Esteban: It doesn’t matter. There won’t be a next time for us. I’m on probation and Julio rightly fired you.  They lapse into silence 

Esteban: (smirks) But since we’re on the subject. I told you so.  Doña: What! What are you talking about?  Esteban: Remember? At our picnic after All Kingdoms Fair. I reserved the right to say “I told you so” when Julio succeeded. And I would say continued trade deals between Satu, Paraíso, Norburg and Avalor to be a success. I was right, you’re wrong.  (Doña sputters and Esteban continues his little victory dance and they reach the castle door. Oddly, Doña doesn’t leave immediately but pauses as Esteban starts to walk away.) 

Esteban: Hmm you missed just our schemes. It sounds more like someone misses talking to me.   Doña: I no I mean..You were the one who initiated those private chats after the Feast of Friendship and All Kingdoms Fair. It seems you’re the one who misses talking to me.  

Esteban: And and? You miss someone else?  Doña: Ugh Esteban, you know you’re insufferable.  Esteban: “I miss y-”  Doña: Ay dios mio.  Esteban: Say it. 

Doña: You’re not going to stop, Are you?  Esteban: Here I’ll help you start. You missed.... 

Doña: You. Yes. I missed you. Working together- okay scheming together was- I don’t know. It felt like old times. Esteban: That wasn’t so hard, was it? (Doña rolls her eyes) And just to clear the air...if we meet at the bar will I get to hear your real voice after you drink too much wine? 

Doña: (pauses and tries to regain herself) Whata what are you-” 

Esteban: No, no no. Don’t try to deny it! I was right! I thought I was imagining things because I drank too much wine! 

Doña: Ugh Esteban!

Esteban: So will you?  Doña: No, no no no no. That was a little mistake. This is my normal voice now. I’ve used it much longer.  Esteban: But...but come on. It’s your voice. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s not bad to be poor. Doña: Ashamed and bad are two different things. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. But it is very bad to be poor. It’s matters. Esteban: It shouldn’t be that important. What matters is if you’re qualified for the job, not how you sound or where you came from.  Doña: They wanted to hire someone who was rich and educated from the city. I sound like that. I worked too hard to let something stupid than what I sound like to keep me from getting the job I needed, the jobs I wanted. Besides, you’re right that I am qualified in where it matters most, experience.  Esteban: But it couldn’t be that... it doesn’t matter. 

Doña: Yes it does matter, Esteban. Life’s not fair. Money, who has it and who doesn’t. It’s caused so much pain. You don’t know how people have treated me because they knew I was from a village. It only mattered to me that I was raped. Only I cared about my miscarriage. But the doctors didn’t care all because I couldn’t pay. It only mattered to me that I was starving or cold but the grocers wouldn't give me for free. And when I tried to explain, I was trying to provide for others, it was always the same thing. I had no right to ask for exceptions, I’m not special. It happens to other people. I should get over it. I should. It happened in the past. I should stop thinking about it. It’s in the past. It doesn’t affect me. I don’t deserve anything. I should be working harder for my fill. I shouldn’t have pride or act smart because I’m poor, I’m obviously none of those things. 

Money matters. It gives you value. Now I’m rich, I have too much prestige for them to deny me. They’d never think that I’m stupid or talentless.

Esteban: But you act like... You can at least have some more empathy for others. You don’t have to tell them your backstory but at least.. 

Doña: But it wouldn’t have been as believable.  Esteban: But Julio and other merchants..

Doña: It’s not the same. Sure, their lives are tough blah blah, they still inherited their businesses... still I suppose I could have... but..but I get so scared that people will figure it out and then they’ll think I’m just as vulgar and lazy as before. Because that is what poor people are meant to be. Menial labor. Ignored and derided and why would I ever risk going back to that position in life? It may be hypocritical but it is worth it if it lets me keep what I have. 

 Because that’s what I am. Without money, I’m so worthless- I-I don’t matter. I’m a worthless. So so worthless.  Esteban: No, you’re not.  I’ll admit I am surprised that you are not educated as I was but that just speaks to how intelligent you are anyway. You’ve learned on the job and you’ve been tremendously successful. As for your family, I am sorry. I don’t know what to say but.. but I think..  Doña: Don’t try with some Día de Los Muertos talk of honoring them. You have not starved before, you do not know that kind of pain and the kind of hatred you’d feel for suffering from it. I was selfish. I was so selfish. My family put their faith in me. I’m the capable one. I’m the provider. And I failed. They’re dead because of me. 

Esteban: Okay. But I didn’t... you never act like you feel.. 

Doña: We’ve argued about this, remember? I want to remember them, but I- I’m not like you. I don’t want to be consumed with grief and worthlessness, to push others away because of my guilt. Twenty three years was enough. If I have to force myself to forget in order to feel less guilty, so be it. 

Esteban: I still think no, never mind. Fine.... But you must know how I feel about you, and I would never think you’re worthless. Poor village girl or not. It doesn’t matter. 

Esteban: You don’t have to talk now but when you are ready. I will be here for you and.. Doña: No, don’t. You don’t mean it. Don’t tell me a lie to me. You’ve said it before. I’ve changed too much. You hate me. You think I’m a selfish, gre- no no. I’d rather not be comforted than comforted this one time and not again. Don’t comfort me once and leave. It hurts too much. It hurts. I’m used to no comfort, I’m used to it. I’m fine please don’t.” Esteban: (shakes his head) “....And I will hold you and I will listen. And I will still love you all the same.” 

Esteban: I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I wouldn’t have accepted you if I knew the truth. I’m sorry. Sorry mi llorena. Doña: Shut up. Esteban: Sorry it just really fits. And you know, I don’t hate you. You’re still sort of how you were.  Doña: And maybe you’ve grown away from the past a bit.  (So they hug for a little bit and Esteban decides to break the ice.) Esteban: Look how nice we’re being to each other. Do you think we could act like this all the time?

Doña: What? No! We’d have to fight less and be nice to each other and freaks people out for some reason. They are going to think I’m blackmailing you. Heh, like near the end of Naomi’s quinceñera I was going to congratulate you. But Lady Yolanda took me away because she thought I was drunk. Esteban: Really? It’s that unbelievable?

Doña: It’s fine. I didn’t want to congratulate you anyway. Esteban: (shakes head) Of course not. You’re right. The more we get along the more people will be disturbed. It would never work. But.. if you ever want to talk about your family, you can. It’s only fair since I’ve told you so much about my parents. Doña: (nods) Yeah, it’d be nice to talk to someone. I tried that..that psychiatrist idea you said I should. You know, for three minutes.  Esteban: Three minutes? You know you have to talk to him for longer than that right?  Doña: Yes but he was stupid. He wanted to know if I had a bad childhood or abandonment issues. I had a very happy childhood and I have no abandonment issues whatsoever. He didn’t give me a refund either.  Esteban: Well you do have a point, he must have not been a very good psychiatrist if he was trying to get into your clear emotional abandonment and repression issues without first addressing your borderline amnesiac denial. Doña: I don’t (Esteban gives her a look) Denial is nice. It keeps me from reflecting on feelings and other things. Once I think of one thing, it leads to another and then all the grief and guilt come in to consume you, you know. (Slight silence) 

Esteban: I know..... (shakes himself out of his thoughts) As I was saying, denial as a coping mechanism and how you focus on your ego and your money in order to avoid emotional attachment. Doña: I-I don’t! You found those fancy terms when you went to a psychiatrist for your superiority inferiority complex and survivors guilt with emotional repression.  Oh right you don’t “need” a therapist. Hmmm... 

Esteban: Okay, I just don’t have time for it. At least I know I have problems. I don’t deny it.  Doña: Which is more of a reason that you need the psychiatrist more than I do. You know you should but you don’t go.  Esteban: You still need to go more than I.  Doña: No you do.  Esteban: You do. 

(Both try to one-up each other with “You do”s) Esteban: You do! But if it makes you feel better, I missed talking to you. A little. And maybe since....with Elena around, and Julio as Magister we have time. The economy doesn’t depend on us. We don’t have to be so professional anymore and put together. We can have our talks on Sundays, like we used to.  Doña: Yeah but...l you have your family for that. You don’t need to.  Esteban: Yes, I do. It’s... You know the dark times. You know things that I haven’t told them. You’d get it. 

Doña: You know, I hate to say you’re right but you’re the only person I consider a friend. And Esteban? I’m sor..argh I’m not used to apologizing. One second, okay, I’m truly sorry that I said you were similar to Shuriki. I didn’t mean it. I was angr-...I was angry but that doesn’t justify it. It was uncalled for and untrue. I never believed that. You have done so much and you’re nothing like her. I have always believed you were a better person and that Avalor is lucky to have you fixing her reign of terror. You’re a hero.

Esteban: (wavery smile) Please. Don’t mention it. 

[purplesurveys]

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Are you currently learning from anyone how to play any instruments? Nope. I’ve never been musically-inclined and it’s always been impossible for me to pick up skills in any instrument, even if we had music classes in my old school from first grade all the way up to senior year. 

Are you one of those people who always tend to think critically in issues? Yes. Sometimes my emotions would want to take over, but at the end I always prefer to be skeptical, ask a lot of questions, and see all sides in an issue. I feel like critical thinking is such a big part of the degree I took up anyway, especially with all the hullabaloo about fake news and which news sources to trust, so...

Do you know anyone who is overly flirty with people? Girl or a boy? I can remember a few girls from my high school but they could have changed within the last four years. I remember several girls and boys from college, too. 

When was the last time you had any kind of pork? What kind was it? Last night. Pork belly.

Are you someone who normally eats a full breakfast every single morning? No, not normally. If I wake up feeling a little better than usual I’ll go downstairs and get some bread and eggs, but most of the time I skip all meals except dinner.

Do you believe vampires are real? No.

Are you someone who has to hide the things you like around friends? Sometimes, just because I genuinely want to keep some things that I enjoy to myself. I also have some interests that are a little uncommon and simply won’t make for a productive or fun conversation, like wrestling, so I don’t raise topics like those around my friends. ‘Hide’ is a little harsh, though...my friends certainly don’t make me feel like I have to hide my true self. At the end of the day I just like keeping quiet about my interests and letting others have the spotlight.

Have you ever been to a porn website? Were you addicted to it afterwards? Yeah since middle school lol. I still remember how big of a sin it had felt when I typed in a URL for the very first time. Anyway, I wouldn’t say I was ever a porn addict but I did have phases where I’d watch nearly everyday, and then stop for months, and then repeat the habit again.

What is the most disgusting thing you think the opposite sex can do? Cat-calling is one of them < Jesus, I remember how catcalling was such a pre-Covid norm...one of the very few reasons why I’m glad to be staying at home.

Would you rather be able to teleport or freeze time? Which one seems best? Teleport. I don’t think freezing time will help me especially if it’s to be stuck in a happier moment; I’ll have to unfreeze in the end anyway, and it’s just a sucky truth that I have no control over. I feel that teleporting has a lot more uses, like skipping traffic lol.

Have you seen the movie Twister? Did the tornadoes look real to you? I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of it. The only Twister that comes to mind is the party game.

Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? We always get devastating hurricanes a few times a year but my family and our home has always been on the fortunate side since my parents made sure we relocated somewhere that wasn’t prone to floods. The old house we used to live in, though, is super vulnerable to typhoons and it has definitely flooded all the way up to the ceiling there before. It’s a big reason why we moved.

Did your mom ever fix your eggs and bacon into a smiley face as a kid? I wasn’t fed bacon as a kid, so I guess not.

What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? Jollibee, and this is a hill I would happily die on.

Do you believe one day aliens might take over the planet Earth? No. I like to hold out belief for aliens, but I wouldn’t want to immediately assume that they would be the colonizer type.

Are you someone who always looks for sales when you go shopping somewhere? I don’t actively seek them out, but if I spot an item I like that’s on sale then I’m more likely to buy them and just consider it my lucky day, heh.

Are you constantly re-arranging your bedroom? Or do you not like change? I only do once every few years. The last time I did was a couple of weeks ago; the last time before that was 4-5 years ago.

Who would you consider the best teen actor or actress out there now? The only one I could think of is Jacob Tremblay, but I’ve only ever seen him in Room and that movie’s five years old now. Oh but Iain Armitage is amazing too.

When did you last cuddle up next to someone and watch a movie? Start of the year would be my best guess.

Where would people most likely find you out on the weekends? Just home, unless my family or friends made plans to go out. For the most part though, I like catching up on rest after a week of school/work.

Do you like the school you attend or is it just pretty bland to you? I loved my university. The atmosphere there felt extremely freeing and nobody gave a shit about what anyone wore, what pronouns people prefer for themselves, etc. It was such a beautiful place to explore and figure myself out in the last four years.

Do you remember when they used to actually throw candy out at parades? I don’t think I’ve been to a parade.

What is your favorite childhood memory? Who did you share this with? Playing outside nearly every afternoon, then going home for dinner and alternating between Nickelodeon, Disney, and Cartoon Network because our favorite programs were all over those three channels. I shared these with my neighbors (for playing outside), and then with my siblings and cousins (for watching TV).

Are there any windows open in your house right now? Which ones, if so? A couple of my windows are open to let some of the cold air in.

Is it currently your favorite season? If not what is your favorite? Yes, I love the rainy season. I haven’t had to worry about sweating these days which makes life a lot less annoying.

Do you like soda pop? If so, which is your favorite and least favorite? Don’t those two words refer to the same thing? Lol but I don’t drink soda. I’ve tried so many times to get into it but it’s always felt like putting my tongue and throat on fire.

Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? I do it around family and close friends. They can burp around me too. Personally, I only find burping gross if it’s strangers that I catch doing it.

Do you have any siblings you’re embarrassed of being related to? A little bit but it’s whatever.

Which noises do you currently hear right now? Can you control those? There’s a Good Mythical Morning video from my phone, the fan whirring behind me, and a dog barking somewhere outside. The only noise I can’t control is the dog, because they aren’t mine and I don’t know which house they’re from.

What is one thing you’ve never understood throughout your life? Catcalling. Like, why?

When you see an old person do you think ‘sweet’ or ‘creepy?’ For the most part, neither. I’ve thought ‘sweet’ or ‘creepy’ about old people in the past, but they have to be doing something to cause me to feel that way.

What is it that makes old women want so many cats in their life? Company, I’m guessing. But I don’t think it’s fair to generalize old women lol.

How many times a day do you wash your face? Do you wash it really good? Once, when I take my daily shower. I’ve always had clear skin so I don’t like washing it too hard, or too much, or using products on my face. Just a few splashes of water have worked fine for my face in the last 22 years.

Would you consider yourself to have a boring life or a really exciting one? I’d say it’s generally exciting right now because a lot of changes are happening and I’m finally out of school and pursuing real jobs and everything, but Covid has definitely given it a boring turn.

Do you ever talk to people you met online through webcam? Or is that weird? I’ve only done so with Carley. It’s not weird if you’re already close.

Who was the last person you kissed and why did you kiss this person? Gab. She was leaving.

How many fish have you owned in your lifetime, so far? Did they all die? We were allowed to own a lot of goldfish when we were kids but yeah, they’re all dead now.

If you were to get drunk right now, how would you most likely act? Cry, drunk text the wrong person, try to take the rest of this survey drunk.

How many people have you kissed in your lifetime so far? Who were they? One.

Are you going to post this on a social networking site after you take it? Yeah, that has always been the point of this Tumblr.

Is there something people in general do that bothers you a lot? This only applies to Christians, but being jerks and going back to their old ways immediately after attending church. I have never understood that, and never will. Like, why even attend???? What is your point of being there??

Has anything supernatural ever happened to you? What were these events? Nothing like seeing ghosts or whatever but I’ve had some odd premonitions before, especially on the day my grandfather died.

How many concerts have you seen so far in life? Were they good ones? I’ve gone to a lot of local gigs that feature popular local acts; the best ones I saw were Ysanygo, The Ransom Collective, and BP Valenzuela (who I’ve seen thrice, aaaahhhh). Foreign acts I’ve watched are Coldplay, One Direction (kind of twice, but it’s a long story), and Paramore (twice). I don’t remember disliking a singer or band that I’ve seen perform.

Do you like doing anything your friends wouldn’t expect you to do? Doing surveys is probs on top of that list, ha.

Can you sing very well or are you considerably tone deaf? I’m not tone-deaf, but I don’t have a talent in singing.

Do you ever look back on the past years and wish you could go back? Yes.

When will the next time be you’ll talk to the cousin you’re closest to? I have no clue. Christmas is my best guess.

Are you really into vintage things? Have you ever been into that stuff? Not so much, but investing on a turntable is consistently on my mind as I’ve always had a dream of collecting vinyl records.

When was the last time you bought new sheets for your bed? It’s been a while. Can’t remember.

[la-noche-cae]

Soñera part 2

Part 2 is 2,146 words.

Total with part 1 is 3,919 words. 

No warnings needed. Mystic (OC) and Nightfall. Includes sleep paralysis, cuddling, sharing a bed, a few yawns (don’t read if you don’t want to get sleepy?), friendship growing :)

(I decided to start posting my completed fics… I also posted this on Archive of our Own, recently made an account there ^^ my username is Elafrum).

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Quietly, the two made it to their dorm. Mystic hid their own giddy smile, avoiding looking at Nightfall, they were a little flustered to be messing around and having a small bonding moment with the dreadwalker. But, perhaps they were too quick to talk about their fears when Nightfall couldn’t do anything about it. Well, she did listen to them closely when they got deep, having interest to help them.

“Goodnight, Night.”

“Good night, Mystic, sleep well.”

“You too, alright?”

They separated, each to their bedroom. But Nightfall still had no guarantee that she’d be calm enough to rest. Actually, she was kind of worried about leaving Mystic to sleep by chance as well, as if she hasn’t really accomplished anything for them…

Nightfall thought back on what they said about their fear to lose consciousness, which is essentially a big part of sleep, it comes with sleep, and they have to deal with it now. 

She didn’t buy it. Mystic was a kirin of the magic element yet they didn’t think it had to do with paranormal or magical things. Or perhaps, they tried to minimize the situation by saying it was normal, or caused by stress, which they can easily say they always have. Either way, she felt she had to help, because they were bad at hiding their emotions and she noticed something bad probably happened in the dream, to then be paralyzed… Dreams, imagination and being lost in thought were things proper to the magic element, they ought to be affected when they have no control over it.

She remembered the times she rejected their care. Perhaps they took it as the dreadwalker pushing them away… Which could’ve been true, but it was not their fault. Then she just didn’t want to get to the point she was now, on the verge of opening up to someone, becoming vulnerable and depending on them for support. It made her uneasy to think someone would know how she really is, the deep parts of her character she tried to keep private.

It has been a while since she knew Mystic, but it is now she had a realization about things they don’t talk about. And she felt impressed she’s getting to understand them as deeply as they understood her, at least, related to their element. She felt good about, well, getting good at knowing people. She smiled triumphantly at herself.

Perhaps she could do something less definitive, but for now, it’d be comforting. She knew Mystic felt assured in her presence. This could also make her more clear if she really felt lonely or if she genuinely enjoyed their company. 

But to actually ask them to do it… She scratched her forehead, and looked back at the hall, embarrassed again. It’s alright, she reminded herself. She can be vulnerable with them. They would receive her, unless they had a reason not to, and they would let her know about that, too.

Nightfall took a deep breath, don’t be a coward, she told herself, “Wait, Mystic…”

For Nightfall’s powerful echoing voice, that was awfully low, and Mystic only heard a murmur.

Mystic thought it was nothing, if not Nightfall talking to herself. They laid down and looked at their phone, checking their notifications. 

Come on, these sort of things are normal for them, they’ve done it with their friends.

“Wait, Mystic, do you want to…” The dreadwalker went to the entrance to Mystic’s room. Mystic lifted their head to look at the shadow, then at the familiar figure of Nightfall, somewhat happy she didn’t go to sleep yet.

She thought it’d be good to rephrase it, then ask them. “You know, I don’t believe it’s natural and only natural. The sleep paralysis, and the fact it was so startling for you.”

Mystic looked at her with slightly wide eyes, “Heh… You got me.” The kirin said lowly in a funny, avoidant tone. Nightfall’s comment sure was sudden. 

“Do you think it’d help you feel better if,” She pointed casually at their bed, “I slept next to you?”

For a moment she considered bringing back Dreamcatcher as a reason she’d want to be around, but she realized it’d make her look hyperaware and probably overprotective. Besides, she wanted to be genuine with them.

Mystic held their cheek with their paw, “…Awe, that’d be really nice, if you’d like to do that, too… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Mystic’s brain went blank thereafter. 

So this is really happening? They were more than excited to have some company while they slept.

“Don’t worry about-” Nightfall began quickly but Mystic had already started to murmur, “The bed is kind of small…”

Mystic sat up and stared at their bed, and Nightfall stopped in her tracks. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea and now she was making them uncomfortable.

“Okay,” The kirin said, staring at the floor and pausing their hands in front of them to think. “You go on the edge, so your hair can be free.”

Nightfall laughed, but more so because she was nervous. She didn’t notice it, but she started to shuffle her feet. Mystic shook their tail over the bed, like an entertained cat, thinking. “Yes, you’re going to sleep good too, just let me figure it out…” They said tilted their head at the bed to tell her to get in. 

She noticed that the kirin’s mood improved at least, and she started to calm down as well. Still, they were both stoked about this. 

“I…-I can bring my mattress, put it next to yours, if that’s too much.”

“Too much what?”

Nightfall tried to explain without words, “…” motioning with her hands, then finally said “This is your room, your space, I don’t want to invade your bed neither.”

Mystic put on a humored, confused face, “Invade? You can never occupy enough space near me.”

That just knocked Nightfall out, totally blank, “Uhm…”

“Nightfall, I mean that I’m comfortable with you.” They said quickly to clear that up.

Intimacy is her most feared enemy. But she’s doing it.

“Well, could we… We can… Cuddle?” It cost her so much to just say it. ‘Cuddle’ was such an informal word. 

“Oh yes, I love to cuddle!” They replied. Course you do, you softie. 

“Great, how are you going to sleep now when you’re excited like that?” She crossed her arms trying to make things light for herself.

“I’ll calm down, I’ll calm down now, I promise.” They said, looking at her yet moving into the bed to leave space for her. 

Only then did the dreadwalker come over and sat. Mystic was still moving around, “Wait let me get your pillow.” They jumped off the bed and skipped quickly out the room, without waiting for an answer. 

Soon after they came back, and fought back the urge to throw the pillow at her, they just offered it to her and scrambled to the bed again. 

They smiled at her and laid on the bed, on their side, and facing her. Nightfall huffed as if trying to dismiss any fear to react to them, but followed, trying to make herself comfortable by moving her hair aside and flopping to her pillow. She blinked and arched one brow, as Mystic didn’t stop looking at her all smiley. 

“What?”

“Nothing… Do you want to hold me or the other way around?”

The dreadwalker thought for a second, as if it wasn’t obvious her hair would get in the way if they tried to spoon her, but then realized, she can be held. However, then Mystic would be sleeping on their back?

“I can try, like, cuddling you, but I’m still on my side. Like a hug.” They mentioned, getting their arm under their pillow. 

“Okay. Yes.” She replied flatly, but agreeable. 

“Alright,” They said and shifted closer, and higher up as to place their chin over her head, and threw their other arm over her shoulder. 

The dreadwalker cozied herself in, avoiding to nudge them with her metal mask, unintentionally very stern-faced. Mystic made a strange, affectionate sound, ignoring that she was naturally a cold creature, and got closer to get comfortable. Nightfall wasn’t sure what it was that she was feeling, but she, too, went ahead and slid her arm onto Mystic’s waist. 

She heard Mystic’s tail slapping the wall and bed, and chuckled, “You alright?”

“Sorry, sorry, I love cuddling.” They replied and sighed briefly, passing a hand over her hair and petting her gently.

“I gather you’re feeling better.” She couldn’t lie to herself, that was nice, being pet and embraced. So, she too let out a sound, at last to let them know she was alright like this “Mhh…”

Mystic smiled and kept petting her, then tilted their head to place their cheek on her head instead of their chin. Their tail stopped moving, as they were physically entertained otherwise.

“Is that comfortable?” They asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m getting a bit cold, gonna cover myself.” 

Mystic grabbed the tip of the crumpled up covers and put it over themself, just leaving their top side of the body uncovered to not put it over Nightfall. 

Then, they cuddled up again, and she closed in as well, at least trying to get ready for sleep. She felt more confident about touching Mystic back and braced her arm on them better.

“Goodnight…” 

“You too.”

Nightfall didn’t know what emotions she was suppressing, but they made her feel like she shouldn’t be comforted. She thought more and more about it, but only confused herself. She just wished she’d fall asleep as happily as Mystic was. 

She sighed deeply and suddenly, trying to ease herself as well, not get more riled up with Mystic’s touch.

Aside her inner turmoil, she felt the kirin shifting their hooves near her, and continuing to pet her hair and scalp… 

Soon enough the two fell asleep.

However…

A loud sound jolted Nightfall awake, as she lifted her head quickly to look around, despite her vision being blurry. 

She couldn’t see it, it came from outside, it is probably rain, just rain. 

She huffed, irritated, as the rain was heavy and made a thousand tapping sounds on the windows. Sure, she wished for rain… So the atmosphere would be pleasant. 

But she felt stiff now. Without getting out the bed, the dreadwalker stretched out and tried again to get comfortable, in Mystic’s arms. It was starting to be a little suffocating as their arm fell to her neck.

“Geez.” The kirin woke up too, moaning tiredly and briefly opening their eyes. It was easy to notice Nightfall’s glowing eyes, and they saw her moving. Unknowingly, they rolled out to sleep looking up, and Nightfall noted that once they woke. They must’ve been bothered by the sudden heavy rain, too. 

“Do you like rain?” They yawned as they covered themself again.

“Mhhmm…” She just growled, displeased. “Usually, when it’s not waking me up.” At last she worded out to give them a reply. 

“Ok, same…” They mumbled, and their eyes closed down. 

The two were silent for a while, tired and sluggish.

“Mystic, you best be sleep on your side.” 

They mumbled in response, “My stomach weird…" 

"What about the other side?" 

"Maybe.” Mystic rolled to their other side, away from Nightfall. “Now you cuddle me, haha.” They said half jokingly, their words being progressively muffled by the pillow. 

“Is that any better?” She sighed, grumbling halfway, and placed a hand on Mystic’s ribs, waiting. 

Oh, so she is cuddling them. “Yeah…" 

Her eyes beginning to droop again, Nightfall shifted closer, bracing her arm around them and pressing her forehead on their back. 

There went Mystic making that sound again, an affectionate hum. They also moved their tail away from her, as to not get it trampled between the two. “Are you comfy?”

“Mmh.” Too tired to answer with words, she moaned. 

Mystic laid there, feeling more safe and loved than ever, grateful that Nightfall took initiative this time around, and for one of the things they most hoped for. Some sort of assurance that they’re not sleeping alone. All the wild things they feared will happen while they slept might not stand a chance anymore.

Trying to fidget as they fell asleep, the kirin placed their hand over Nightfall’s, the one over their waist, and stroked. She noticed, of course, and though half asleep, she smiled at the gesture.

The rain had softened and it felt more like a drizzle now. The soothing sound of water flowing and falling from the roof made Nightfall content some more, and her heart finally started to slow. Her breathing was inconsequential, natural.

Perhaps, in the end, all of her wishes came true, however bumpy the process was. Luckily, she didn’t have to think about the imperfections now, she was far too peaceful…

Sweet dreams.

[themcfuckups]

ok, below is an rp i and @monty-enzo​ did, it sorta peters off when i guess i left the rp mood, which is why it switched from first person? to just us talking about them. (also my end started out not rp-like bcuz idk i do that sometimes when i dont feel like typing real rp responses) warnings: some nsfw at the end, otherwise its fairly safe word count: 2069(nice)

Monty was a mess, he said he would be home in a while. But his 'while' had dragged on to longer then he wanted. When he got home he just collapsed on the couch, too tired to move too upset to clean up. To much pain for anything else. He takes out his phone and looks at it bleary eyed, then deletes the messages then texts Oscar. Sorry I'm late. -M Are you still home? -M I hope you made yourself some dinner. -M Please don't wait up for me. -M He drops the phone onto the ground and lays with his face in the couch.

oscar was prob crying bcuz he was lonely and sal prob hung out with him till it got late then went home, and the lonely part isnt montys fault, oscars just really extroverted and has a need to be around ppl a lot. but when he hears montys back he'd immediately go greet him. sit on the floor next to the couch and be like hi im glad ur home bby

Monty felt sick, and the expectant look on Oscar's face made his stomach turn. What was he supposed to say? He didn't say anything he just started crying and clung on to Oscar. "S-stupid, h-hormones." he sniffed. "S-sorry I hic took s-so long t-to  sob come ho-home.."

Oscar wasn't expecting the burst of emotion from monty. he hugged him from the floor, rubbing his back "aw hey, what's wrong baby? who's ass do i needta kick?" he said the last part with a hint of aggression, always ready to throw down if someone hurt monty in any way.

Monty sniffed trying to get his words out without sounding to blubbery, "Atlas invited me over.. to introduce me to someone I never met." he wipes his face. "It was my dad..." he mumbles "Then Atlas got mad when I said he couldn't come to the wedding..."

Oscar wasnt sure how to respond to that. he'd always assumed monty's parents were dead, since he'd never heard mention of them. but of course, the main thing that rung in oscars head was that atlas was the one who'd upset him. he leaned back to cup his face and kiss his forehead, with sincerity and a small smile "do ya want me to punch him? i can punch him for ya."

Monty actually let out a weak giggle at that "No his face has to be pretty for the wedding you know..." he wipes his face and snuggles with Oscar. "I just dont know how he expects me to suddenly allow someone like that, back into my life..." Monty choked up again "He didn't want me."

oscar nuzzled him, happy he'd gotten a smile out of him."well, he made tha mistake of his life, clearly. look at what a wonderful person he missed out on knowin."  he wasnt fond of thinking about family that didnt want him, but he could relate a lot to it, and he didnt want monty to feel alone in it  "if it helps any.. my dad didnt want me either. i was told he seen me after i was born in the hospital and jus left then and there.. but ya know, fuck em. theyre just shitty people who dont give a fuck about their own kids.. id bet money their ribcages are empty." he said the last sentence with a sneer.

Monty didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer, so he just smothered Oscar in kisses. In his mind he claimed they would be the better dads and not leave their kids and never look back. He slides off the couch and carefully sits in Oscar's lap "Were you able to get yourself some dinner?" he asked finally, "Also you smell like Sal," he leans close and sniffs him. Sure he didnt have the smelling power Oscar's moms did but he could still smell that.

oscars tail thumped the floor a little before he controlled it to stop, happily kissing back and cuddling him close "wasnt hungry, and sal hung out with me for a bit.  they got some dinner for me before they left, think its chinese.. ya wanna eat it?"

"No, I'm not really hungry... I don't think the baby was to happy I got upset.. and kind of hurt me a little." Monty rubs his stomach slightly then rubs Oscar's. "And how are you my little turtle dove, did you get lonely too?" he coos and smooches Oscar's stomach.

oscar grins lopsided and does his best not to wag his tail again at the cute display. he was really getting tired of this tail business. the small fetus responded by giving a weak little kick, "heh, i think they missed ya too. looks like ya got two number one fans now, huh?"  it takes him a moment to backtrack to the first sentence, grin dropping in worry "do ya feel ok? should we go to tha doctor? are you bleeding? are they moving?" barage of questions as his hands moved under montys clothes to gently feel his stomach.

Monty slightly tensed under Oscar's hands and his face colored "Yes I feel fine, no we dont need a doctor, no I am not bleeding, and yes they are moving." and just as he said that Shiloh turned over, the movement felt against Oscar's hands. Monty shuddered a little knowing that Oscar's fingers would reach where the strap would be if he had a bra on. Which he promptly removed as soon as he got home.

oscar grinned at the movement, feeling his soul flutter in response. that was his baby in there, a tiny little thing he made with monty. he completly ignored his tail thumping the floor now, too concentrated on monty to care "youll tell me if ya dont feel good, right? and you should eat, what if it's hungry?"

He smiles softly "Of course babe, I'll eat for them, and I will tell you if something is wrong." Monty gets up with a little effort and waddles into the kitchen for some cinnamon oatmeal and milk. Something warm and yummy and filling for the baby. 

Oscar didnt have nearly as much trouble as Monty did with getting up, following behind him and being what some would consider an absolute annoyance, hovering, rubbing his shoulders , ect. Though at least he helped assist monty on getting items. He got a text, fishing his phone out to glance at it before shoving it back in his pocket without giving the words of the text a second thought. 

Monty honestly didn't mind Oscar hovering him, he had been used to it for a long time, and knew how to do things without tripping over him. Monty made dinner and while he was working on it watched as Oscar got a text "Who was it?" he asked seeing him shove it back into his pocket, concerned. "You okay babe?" he frowns stopping what he was doing and turning around to give Oscar his undivided attention.

Oscar looked at him a little confused, almost already forgetting the text. "Oh, it was jus ma." They had left for a few days to go deal with something else, but both texted him several times a day to make sure he wasn't slacking on taking care of his baby. Monty turning his attention towards him though, he crouched to nuzzle him again, being his ever affectionate self and ignoring whatever his mother had told him. 

Monty had finished making the oatmeal, since he wasnt entirely hungry, though it was for Shiloh's sake. He kissed Oscar for a moment then turns to get his bowl and starts eating, "Was it something important? You shouldn't ignore her texts." 

Oscar sits down, frowning a little "I'm not ignoring her, I seen it, it was just about-" he glanced at the bowl and frowned more, looking guilty "oh.. hm.." he fiddled with his sleeve a bit "I guess I should eat too. Heh.." its not that he was trying to not take care of himself, it just didnt really click as important to him unless he actually thought about it. 

"So, you didn't eat when Sal brought food over?" he asked as he spooned another mouthful of oatmeal into his mouth, he felt the baby shift inside of him. Rubbing his stomach "There there little one you'll get some food it will just take a little bit." Monty sits on Oscar's lap "Aahh." he holds a spoonful of oatmeal to Oscar. 

Oscar shrugged "put it in the fridge, that's why I asked if you wanted it.." he felt bad now for neglecting his baby. And stupid that he needed to be reminded of something so simple. He still smiled a little at the cute offer, eating the spoonful before kissing montys neck "if only eating you out counted as a square meal, I'd never forget to eat." He sat monty in his place, going to grab the food hed put in the fridge since he didnt want monty having to share his meal with him. 

Monty blushed, though looked down when he got moved "Oh," he frowns he didnt really want take out "It was very nice of Sal to bring you some food while I was away." he stated eating more of the oatmeal, even though he wasn't exactly gone very long. Though again just thinking about it had his mind full of thoughts. His dad, suddenly coming back into his life which he had no idea he still was alive. Why had Atlas not said anything until just now? Monty stopped eating. -------

m- I guess Monty would of just told Oscar hes not sure what to think about inviting his dad to his wedding, and hes not happy Atlas didn't tell him his dad was still alive until now and hes not even sure he wants Atlas to go. Like 'you cant just forget about that and not tell me.'

o-Oscar wouldnt know what to suggest, just be like 'follow ur heart'

m-I think Monty would be mad for like a while and fuckin extreme clean the house. which .. Oscar should stop him since hes pregnant -v- dishes, scrub the floors, counters, wipe the walls, dust. vacuum

0-Be like bitch stop that and sit down

m-babe lift the couch for me >:V

0-Massages his feet and kisses his toes

m- Monty just dsklhsdf and blushes hes ticklish slightly

0-Oscar's like if u want a workout, just bend over and I'll help you with a much better one. That doesnt include possible bad cleaning supply smells or toxins. Just nice organic stuff

m- fklshd Oscar is like "Welp time for baby yoga lets go." Monty gets down on the floor on all fours and sticks his butt up in the air. "Yeah I guess this helps." fksldhf

0- Well he meant his dick, but that works too

m- summon the dicco :V and I know you did I think Monty might end up crying during sex though cause hes super emotional lmao "Babe can we just snuggle.. Im sorry" sniffle

0- hed kiss him a lot and hold his hands "We can absolutely snuggle" Rub his tummy His dick can wait Like shhh it's ok, I can get off later, I just wanna smooch u and make u feel loved

m-hlkfhg Monty keeps pushing his plump lil ass against Oscar's hips like "plz fuck my thighs"

0-WELL ITS HARD TO REFUSE IF U DO THAT MONTY

m-dslkfh do it oscar stick your dick between those plump thighs meng give him a good ol squeeze.

o-Fine but hope montys prepared to have him panting and groaning curses against his neck

m-klshdf Monty is super blushy and still got tears from crying before but now hes fucking aroused and shit might fucking nut just from the rubbing

o-Hell yeah, dick rubbing over his puss Nuts all over his thighs and tummy

m-Monty is all panting and just gives him sloppy kisses clinging onto him "Thanks babe I feel a lot better now." nuzzles his face. - theeeen starts crying again "I love you so much." -sobs

o-Hfgdgdxvhfhg oscar just peppers kisses all over him and tells him how sweet and perfect he is

m-Monty turns and snuggles into Oscar touching him all over and cuddling up to him. Then probably just falls asleep against him afterwords tuckered out from stress -------end

[mojoflower]

Bodyswap in my various fandoms:  fic recs

Trust Fall by Stoney E, 144k.  Sterek.

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.  //  Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.  //  ****  //  Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over.  //  They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused.  //  Of course.

Note to self: I'm pretty sure this is the one I've been trying to remember where Stiles is always asking why no one wants him as a boyfriend, that he'd be such a good boyfriend:

“If people would just look, they'd see that how I am, who I am is pretty great, actually.” Stiles quietly cleared his throat past the lump that was forming and blinked rapidly. “I could be pretty great if someone would just let me be great for them.”

Fuzzy Logic by Sparseparsley E, 7k.  Sterek.

Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.

Perfect.

Bonds of Power by Miya_Morana T, 18k.  Sterek.

When Stiles suddenly wakes up as an Alpha werewolf and finds out that Derek has become human, he reluctantly accepts Derek’s pack as his while they attempt to find out what exactly happened and how to reverse it. But as they all try to adjust to the situation, the Alpha Pack is breathing down their neck, and they’re going to need all the help they can get to face that threat.

Such a delicious premise! Felt like a kind of abrupt ending, I'd love to see this expanded, but definitely worth the read as is.

Might Not Make It Back by GotTheSilver E, 23k.   Sterek.

Bodyswap. Because of the fun.

Sweet.

copywritten (so don't copy me) by etben E, 13k.   Sterek.

"Oh, shit," Stiles says, and flops as far backward as their mysterious body-swap connection will let him.

hot and funny (omg, ALL THE BONERS)

I'll Walk with Your Wolf by iCheat no rating, 38k.   Sterek.

When Stiles wakes up in Peter's body, he's understandably freaked out. As Stiles starts connecting with the man's wolf, he can't help but reconsider his opinions of Peter. Needless to say, it's a rather confusing time for all involved.  //  For Day 5 of Steter Week, Body Swap.

Good story. I was most interested in Stiles' intrigtuiging ability to resist, and even direct both other Alphas (and so was Peter, lol) even when he was in werewolf Peter's body. I'd love to pursue that and see where Steter shake out in the Beacon Hills Pack, because they're kind of sneak Alphas, both of them. Stiles learned a lot about Peter by being in his body, because Peter's wolf stayed there (there's a funny scene, on the first full moon, where the Wolf tries to get his Mate and his Man together in one place and hunker down.)

Synchronicity by LadySlytherin E, 36k.  Drarry.

When Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his final year of schooling, he does so with an unexpected new friend at his side - Draco Malfoy. An accident in potions leaves both boys in an unusual position, which leads to a friendly wager. The wager leads to revelations, realizations, and - in time - a happy resolution that no one was expecting. Well, almost no one...

Draco snorted. “As if that’s all of my personality.” He rolled his eyes. “Let me put it this way, Harry. You are, quite simply, not gay. And I am. Rather openly, since coming out to you and then everyone else. So unless you have some secret fashion sense and flamboyant urges you’ve been subduing, you won’t be able to manage this.” ... Harry huffed in annoyance. “You’re being ridiculous. Besides, I’m in your body, right? So the whole gay thing should come naturally. ... I think I’m feeling gayer already.”

Draco blinked several times, then said. “You’re a complete and utter twit. You cannot feel gayer simply because you’re in my body. My body isn’t gay, I am. ... If you’re feeling gayer, it’s got nothing to do with my body!” Draco snapped, moving closer to Harry in his fury. He itched to hex the other teen, but reminded himself sternly that doing so would only damage himself. “Especially as I don’t feel any less gay.”

“Are you saying my body is equally as gay as yours?” Harry frowned at that implication, not sure how he felt about it. “Because that’s ridiculous. I like girls.”

“I’m not saying anyone’s body is gay.” Draco pressed his fingers into his temples, trying to stave off the headache that was forming. “I’m saying I am gay, regardless of the switch. Therefore, you cannot possibly be gayer simply because you’re in my body right now. That’s patently ridiculous and more than your usual level of stupid.”

“Maybe you’re just so gay that it soaked into your cells.” Harry suggested, mostly because it was funny to watch Draco’s irritation twist his face into new expressions. “So now I’m stuck feeling all of the gay that’s surrounding me. Did you ever consider that? Because I think it’s a valid hypothesis.” Ignoring the way Draco had curled his hands into fists, he added. “In fact, I’m positive that’s what’s happening. I’ve woken up newly gay because of this whole switch and now I’ll have to explore just how gay I - which is to say, you - are.”

Draco snarled - literally snarled - before saying in a low, dangerous voice. “If you dare to pretend to be me, I swear I will convince everyone you are the biggest ponce to ever live simply by acting just as gay as I always do, while still pretending to be you. Don’t push me, Potter.”

My Only Hate by VivacissimoVoce M, 35k.   Drarry.

Harry has been cursed and now inhabits the wrong body. Draco Malfoy may be the only one who can help.

Hee, hee.

We're More Than Ordinary by digthewriter M, 13k.  Drarry.

After a freak accident, which was totally Potter's fault, Draco has to live as Potter for three days. It isn't a party for Harry, either.

Yellow Heart Emoji by HelloAfternoon E, 2.8k.  WIP.  Spideypool.

This had begun by accident at the zoo. Things exploded. People evacuated. Animals trumpeted and roared and bleated. Somewhere, Loki had giggled spectacularly.  //  Deadpool had thrown someone into the ape enclosure.  //  Peter had been thrown into the ape enclosure.

Ha! I love bodyswap, and this was delightful enough to make up for the fact that there is only one chapter. Go on, dive in, an unfinished fic won't kill ya: it's fun.

Displace by dontcareajot T, 10k, WIP.   Spideypool.

Peter thought he’d mentally prepared himself for… this. For seeing himself outside of himself. But it turns out he wasn’t prepared at all.  //  Wade evidently wasn’t prepared either. He looks Peter up and down, expression growing more and more incredulous. “What,” he says finally. “The fuck.”  //  (or, one of those body swap fics)

Aaaarrrgh, I love this. It's Peter's POV, and he's sweet, and reserving judgement, and kind of shocked at how much being Wade is actually physically painful, like, ALL THE TIME. And Wade is DELIGHTED to be Peter: to be young and pretty, but also, he's such a huge Spider-Man fanboy. And, just as they start sharing their lives and their thoughts and all that, ack, the story ends. Still worth reading, though. 4/?

Woke Up New by Zee (orphan_account) E, 22k.  Merthur.

Merlin and Arthur switch bodies; complications ensue.

Nice. The one where they switch, and Arthur figures out Merlin's magic because, oops, the magic stays in his body, and an angry Arthur accidentally levitates a chair. Also the one where Arthur starts to get off a little on being the servant and taking orders, and Merlin slowly wakes up to that.  [Dom/sub undertones.]

Buggre Alle This by Signe (oxoniensis) T, 12k.   Merthur.

Bodyswap.

"What now, then?" Merlin asks.  //  "Now, we sleep."  //  "Maybe we'll wake back up in our own bodies?" Merlin says hopefully.  //  "Yes, Merlin, that's what's going to happen. A powerful sorcerer has cast a spell over us, but it's just a harmless prank and it'll fizzle out in the night, and we'll wake up back to normal."

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I love this author. You should also read "a tree and a bee and a flea, fiddle-dee-dee" (genderswap) here on AO3, and the fairy tale one where Merlin is the moon (which is only on LJ: The Prince and the Captured Moon).

And If You'll Come I’ll Take You Somewhere To Go by luninosity  T, 11k.  Cherik.

April Fools' Day mansion-fic. Which has to mean body-and-power-swap fic, right...?  //  “Yes,” Charles says, rather apologetically even though this can’t possibly be his fault, “you seem to be me. And I…well, I’m you. At the moment.”  //  “Charles,” Erik says, with what he considers quite remarkable patience under the circumstances, “how long is this going to last?”

Well, this was marvelous. Erik's POV, and he's a little ooc he's so utterly smitten, and his thoughts are something like Charles Charles so pretty Charles I'll protect him Charles Charles. It's kind of amazing he gets anything done, heh. And then they're switched, which turns out being rather more serious and unpleasant that you might guess, and there's some h/c, and some admissions, and some cuddling, and everything is lovely.

Amateur Theatrics by galaxysoup T, 27k.  Avengers.

In which Thor’s primary problem-solving method (a mighty blow from Mjolnir) fails to have the desired effect on a magical artifact, and his secondary method (a mightier blow from Mjolnir) proves to be actively disastrous.

Clint makes the absolute best Loki Daddy-uncle-brother-guardian-whatever. And kid!Loki is sweet as a pie. More or less.  [The bodyswap here, Bruce - Natasha, is pretty incidental.]

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous E, 21k.  Destiel.

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in."  //  Who the fuck was this bitchy "warrior of God" doing talking to him like that? Fuck Cas-tee-el and his dumbass trench coat and abrasive motherfucking attitude.  //  Dean was done with this shit.  //  ***  //  Wherein a monster of the week steals the essence of Castiel's vessel, so he must use Dean, recently raised from hell, as a vessel instead.

Not technically a bodyswap so much as it is a bodyshare.  This is the one where Cas "assists" from inside Dean's head while he's with some girl, and then he lets Dean experience her viewpoint as well, and Dean notes that it's like Cas is fucking both of them... expertly, of course. It's pretty hot. Then they get to do it solo, later on. Nice.

Through Blind Men's Eyes by ladyblahblah E, 46k.  Spirk.

The obligatory Pon Farr story . . . with a bit of a twist.

absolutely gorgeous: sacrifice, angst, bodyswap (totally realistic, not at all intrusive), pon farr.... what more could a reader want?

[partyintheantivoid-blog]

Afterdeath Fanfic

So, instead of a ‘Reaper comforting Geno’ fic, I wrote a ‘Geno comforts Reaper’ fic. It’s starts off a little angsty, but after the whole hurt/comfort scene it turns super fluffy. If ya read it, well, I hope you like it!

(also posted on Archive- http://archiveofourown.org/works/10904352)

Rating: T

Words: 2,224

Ship: Geno x Reaper

Before I forget-

Reaper belongs to @renrink​

Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies​

Goth belongs to @nekophy​

As Reaper made his way home, he couldn't help the scene that played over and over inside his head. He was used to pleads of mercy and being put down because of his “job,” but for some stupid reason, this victim got to him.

~flashback~

“You… You dirty murderer! How could you do this!”

The previous mother screamed in a broken voice at him as she held her deceased, bloody, and now pale son in her arms.

“I didn't even get the chance to say good bye! You let him die alone! HOW COULD YOU!”

Reaper’s black eyes stared at the weeping creature, showing no emotion at all, as he felt was the easiest way to get the job done. But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

“If I let him live any longer, he would have suffered greatly. I gave him peace, please understand.”

However the former mother was having none of that, she was stricken by grief.

“No, YOU understand! Do you have a-any idea what it's like to have your only son taken from you? NO. YOU. DON’T.”

Reaper immediately thought of Goth. If anything ever happened to him, he would be a mess. The lady then continued to speak through her sobs.

“I would trade places with him, b-but then he'll be without a mother, thanks to you! So…”

The lady laid her passed son on the snow and stood, her head bowed.

“Take me too…” Her voice was quieter now, but still hollow and shaky. Reaper took a step back, but she started to walk towards him. “Give me peace, please.”

She spoke desperately, but Reaper knew he couldn't reap her yet.

“I'm sorry,” He spoke, emotion started to show through his voice. “I can't do that, even if I wanted to. I'm sorry…” Reaper spoke genuinely, and the former mother stopped in her tracks, glaring daggers into Reaper’s eyes.

“You can take my s-son, but, you can't take me?! You're worthless! You cruel bitch! I bet you like seeing this, don't you? I bet you laugh with glee when you're done killing someone's whole family, watching the one survivor suffer for the rest of their days! You make me sick, you bastard! You have no love! Why don't you go kill your family too! Unless you already did that.”

After she finally finished her ranting, Reaper felt like he was just brutally murdered by Chara. He didn't have the energy to remain in an emotionless act. Instead, he teleported away, not sparing a glance at the lady.

Once he made it to the front door of his shared house with Papyrus, Geno, and Goth, Reaper silently went through the door and snuck his way to his room. Closing the door behind him, Reaper leaned against it and slid down to the floor. He hugged his legs to his chest as warm tears started to build up in his eyes. Reaper laid his forehead against his knees when the first tears fell. His cries were muffled by his cloak, trembling, he recapped on what the former mother had said.

‘You have no love! Why don't you go kill your family too! Unless you already did that.’

It was such a horrible thing to say! Reaper never felt glee in his job, and would never even think about killing those he loved. The idea of murdering Papyrus, Geno, and Goth in cold blood was enough to make him break. Reaper couldn't control his cries anymore when he broke into sobs. Her worlds echoed in his mind

You have no love

You have no love

You have no-

“Reaper?”

Reaper’s breathing hitched at the sound of Geno’s voice. He didn't want to be seen like this.

“I'm fine, Geno.”

Reaper’s voice was hoarse and he could practically feel Geno roll his eyes.

“Yeah, cause you sound okay.” His words were full of sarcasm. There was a pause. “Can I come in?”

Reaper hesitated a moment before standing, wiping his tears and allowing the shadow of his hood to cover his face. Taking a shaky breath, before slowly opening the creaking door. Geno was there, staring at him intensely with worried eyes. The lady's words echoed in his mind again.

You have no love

Reaper felt himself becoming overwhelmed again, tears started to fall faster and he began to physically tremble. Geno looked pained at the sight, and in one swift movement, Geno stepped into the room and nearly tackled Reaper in a hug. It took no time at all for Reaper to hug back, muffling soft sobs in Geno’s scarf. He felt Geno hug him tighter, Reaper tried to speak through his sobs.

“I-I’ll be ok-kay, d-don't worry, Ge-”

“Don't speak,” Geno interrupted. “You don't need to say anything. And when you're ready to tell me I'll be here to listen. because you're always there for me during hard times. So… I will be here for you, I promise…”

Geno spoke softly, which was unusual most of the time.

“T-thank you, Ge-Geno.”

Reaper whispered, his heart was warmed at what Geno said. Yet even then, the words spoke in his mind again.

You have no love

You have no love

You have no love

Reaper, forgetting he was clinging to Geno, fell to his knees. Geno yelped when he was suddenly dragged down too, landing on Reaper’s lap. Geno blushed while Reaper recoiled a bit at the scene, wiping the never ending tears from his eyes.

“Heh… Oops.”

Geno rolled his eyes as he held Reaper in a more comfortable position. After a while of being adjusted, Reaper calmed down enough to spill the story.

“Hey Geno?”

Geno, who was cuddled on Reaper’s lap, lifted his head to meet his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Reaper took a breath.

“I think I'm ready to tell you what happened…”

Geno had his full attention as he told the story, recalling every moment of it in great detail. Then he got to the worst part.

“So then,” Reaper said, controlling his voice from shaking. “After I declined her pleads to reap her, she…” Reaper paused, taking deep breaths. “She went on a tangent, but this time it wasn't just about me, she mentioned stuff about family.” Reaper’s eyes began to well with tears again, and his voice was uncontrollably shaky. Damn it. “She said I sh-should kill my family, kill you. I would never even think of doing that! She said, I have no love.”

Reaper pulled Geno closer, and in return Geno did the same, clinging to him like he would never let go. Then Reaper spoke in a now weak and broken voice, stabbing Geno’s heart to hear.

“I h-have, lo... Love, right?”

Geno, heartbroken pulled away just enough to look each other in the eyes, which Reaper was avoiding. Geno brought a hand up to cup his face and move it so Reaper was looking straight at him.

“Look at me.” Geno said sternly, and Reaper’s teared up eyes stared back sadly. “You might not have the love from all the gods or mortals, but if you ever doubt the love of your family, of me. Well, then I would kill you with your own scythe. Heh, but I would never be able to do that, do you know why?”

Reaper spoke quietly.

“Why- mph!”

Eyes closed, Geno cut him off with a short, but passionate kiss. Reaper blushed wide eyed at being caught by surprise. When Geno pulled away, he looked frustrated.

“Because I love you, idiot!” Geno hugged Reaper, resting his head on his shoulder. “I love you too much, we all do. Papyrus, Life, Goth, me. All of us would be lost without you. You have love.”

Reaper tensed at the mention of Life, she was always a touchy subject after she disappeared… Yet Geno was right, he did have love. True, genuine love. Reaper held Geno tightly and had a subtle smile.

“I love you too, thank you Geno…” Reaper whispered, nearly muffled by his scarf. Minutes passed in each other's arms before either of them said anything.

“Hey Reaper?”

Reaper glanced down at Geno, no longer crying, but still a little teary eyed.

“Yeah?”

“Why are we still on the floor?”

Geno asked blatantly, and Reaper chuckled.

“Good question, let’s change that shall we~?”

Geno let out an annoyed yelp when Reaper, Without warning, picked him up bridal style and carried him to their bed against the wall. Geno grabbed the thick blanket atop it and wrapped it around both of them, after they got back into a comfortable cuddling position. They leaned against the wall, Geno’s head rested on Reaper’s shoulder, while Reaper let his head rest on Geno’s. Both were cozy with their arms wrapped around each other in the warm comfort of the blanket. Many minutes passed before they heard the sound of creaking floor boards outside the open doorway. Reaper and Geno glanced at each other before staring at the entrance, which was hard to see from where they were at. The bed was basically parallel with the entryway. Finally, after a moment of waiting anxiously, the person outside their door spoke.

“C-can I come in?”

After hearing the voice, Geno answered immediately.

“Of course you can, Goth.”

With permission, Goth poked his hooded head through the entrance and looked around before his eyes landed on his parents. They both smiled at him and Reaper waved him over.

“Heya kid, come join us.”

Goth smiled at the offer and acceptance, walking over to them and climbing up onto the bed. Reaper watched as Goth made his way to him and intensely stared Reaper in the eyes with what seemed to be worry.

“Are you okay, dad? I heard you uh, crying… And a few of the things you said, I guess I, ya know… Eavesdropped on you guys.” Then Goth awkwardly averted his gaze, “Sorry…”

Reaper on the other hand smiled softly, letting go of Geno and placed a hand on Goth’s shoulder.

“There's no need to apologize for being worried. In fact, I really appreciate it.”

Goth's eyes lit up followed by a smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course,” Reaper responded. “How could I not?”

Goth spoke sheepishly.

“Well, just the fact that I was eavesdropping on you guys, during a private moment…”

“Heh, yeah...” Reaper said. “Maybe you shouldn't do that during, certain moments~”

Reaper smirked at a not so impressed Geno, who in turn punched Reaper’s arm rather hard.

“Oww, okay sorry!” Yet Reaper laughed at Geno's action, while Goth hid his laugh.

“Anyways,” Goth said. “I just wanted to tell you something.”

Reaper turned his attention away from Geno and curiously looked at Goth.

“Yeah sure, you can tell me any-”

Reaper was cut off when Goth attacked him in a hug. Reaper was oddly shocked at this, but hugged back genuinely,

“Goth? What-”

“I love you, dad… You worried me when you asked if you had it, but what mom said was true, you have love.”

Reaper, despite still wrapping his mind around the situation, smiled warm and fondly. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back any tears he might shed and hugged Goth tighter.

“I hope you know how much that means to me, Goth.” He spoke seriously, yet so softly. “It means more than you know…”

Goth looked up at Reaper, who’s eyes were open now and staring back him smiling. Goth gave a joyous grin.

“Ya know, I don't care how great Palette says his dad is, because you're the best ever. So Palette can suck it for all I care.”

Reaper let out a light chuckle and smirked.

“So you would let him do that~?”

Reaper teased and Goth looked at him, confused.

“What are you-” Then Goth understood what Reaper meant, and his face grew rapidly purple in a matter of seconds. “Oh my god, dad! Shut up!” Then Goth buried his face in Reaper's cloak, muffling his words. “Why are you so dirty minded?”

“I know right? Isn't it annoying.”

Geno finally spoke after a while of silence and watching what used to be the sweet scene between the father and son. Reaper glanced at Geno with a happy smirk.

“But I know you like it~”

Geno rolled his eyes as a red blush barely dusted his cheeks.

“No, I just got used to it.”

Reaper, who was still hugging a flustered Goth, removed one arm from him and wrapped it around Geno, who still clung to him.

“Yeah okay, but I'm still right.”

“Hmph, whatever.”

Geno didn't seem in the mood to argue, which Reaper was low key thankful for. He just wanted to cuddle. At one point, Goth released from the hug and sprawled across his parent’s laps. He made himself comfortable amidst the blankets, while Geno cradled Goth’s head close and comfortable to him. After a few minutes Goth was fast asleep, and both Geno and Reaper were getting drowsy. Geno leaned his head against Reaper’s shoulder, while Reaper leaned his head on Geno's.

It was so… Heartwarming.

Reaper smiled at the thought, and indeed he felt the warmth of love from his family. He glanced down at Geno and Goth, who were both now asleep and breathing softly. Closing his eyes, Reaper relaxed into the cozy warmth, snuggling up to Geno.

He was home.

He had love.

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

SHIREY FOR THE SHIP ASKS~

YOU GOT IT PAL!

who hogs the duvetMe h a ha. I’m such a blanket hog it is unreal. Shiroe hates it but there isn’t much he can do. It’s like a vice grip so he���s just gotta snuggle up to me more! ^0^

who texts/rings to check how their day is goingWe both do really. Shiroe’s busier than I am but every chance he gets he’s sending me cute little texts asking me how I’m doing and that he loves me 💜 and I’m def calling him during lunch all the time to make sure he’s doing good

who’s the most creative when it comes to giftsShiroe is more of a sentimental gifter, which I LOVE. I like to be out of the box with mine to surprise him and he’s just giving me things he knows will warm my heart. So I guess maybe both of us? Lol

who gets up first in the morningShiroe is such an early bird for someone who is up late like he is. I’m not an early riser and def not a morning person. Which is why he does not bother me in the morning when he wakes 😄

who suggests new things in bedHeh me 😏 Shiroe is not very adventurous in that department but is willing to try new things that I suggest ^///^

who cries at moviesMe lol I am so emotional and cry at every sad and cute thing. Shiroe loves it and thinks it’s cute. It takes a lot to get him to cry and a movie probably wouldn’t do it unless it was INSANELY sad

who gives unprompted massagesMe! After a tough day or just any day he looks super stressed I’m always giving him shoulder massages and others if he lets me. Which he does bc he loves them.

who fusses over the other when they’re sickBoth of us. I probably baby Shiroe more than he does me but we both take care of each other the entire time. Shiroe doesn’t get sick too often, but when he does I’m probably fussing over him the most. Mainly bc he doesn’t let sickness stop him from doing what he wants XD

who gets jealous easiestDef me. I just don’t want anyone messing with him and he does have his fair share of Woman gawking at him and I’m just not ok with that.

who has the most embarrassing taste in musicNeither of us listen to too bad of music. We definitely have different tastes tho. Shiroe would say mines more embarrassing bc he just doesn’t understand how I can like my rap that much 😂

who takes the longest to get readyBoth of us are fairly fast, but I probably take longer just bc I sometimes like to style my hair and such. Shiroe does take long showers tho so if he has to shower before than we’re both never leaving 😂

who is the most tidy and organisedShiroe is a little neater than I am. Not by that much tho. Although, Shiroe can have a mess on his desk and know exactly where everything is bc he has his own process. So he’s probably more organized. I’m not at all. He’s also very anal about his things. Don’t touch them or misplace them or he’s going to be very frustrated.

who gets most excited about the holidaysMe! I just love the holidays. I like the decorations and the stuff we get to do together. The memories is probably my favorite part 💜

who is the big spoon/little spoonShiroe is the big spoon def. I just love it when he holds me against him it’s just heaven 😍 sometimes we switch but I love it more when he’s holding me

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sportsMe h a ha I’m so competitive it’s crazy. Shiroe loves it and he’s really good at trash talking me and riling me up more. He has the most adorable cocky grin and makes me both angry and excited at the same time 😅

who starts the most argumentsWe don’t argue a whole lot, but probably me. Only bc I get emotional a lot and wen my anxiety acts up I get upset easily. But it isn’t often.

who suggests that they buy a petIt’s a mutual conversation. We both rly want pets, but our first one Shiroe just brought home and surprised me so 🙄

what couple traditions they haveWe have date night once a week on the same night. We go to different restaurants every time so we get a different experience. And once a week we also spend an entire day free from any distractions and sit and talk. Sometimes take a nice bath together and just enjoy the peace and quiet. Get a break from the world for a while.

what tv shows they watch togetherOh god, we both have such different tastes in tv shows. We like watching anime together bc we can agree on that. Then we switch from what the other wants. Shiroe usually picks historical shows and I like drama shows and comedies. I’m sure this man would like shows like game of thrones and others similar to that.

what other couple they hang out withSometimes we double date with Noatsugu and Marielle. That is a freaking trip tho, I’ll tell yah that much.

how they spend time together as a coupleMostly cuddled up together watching tv or having tea together. Talking about our day. That’s our favorite thing to do together aside from going out.

who made the first moveWe were both such dorks, oh my god. I made the first move mainly bc Shiroe was too nervous but also didn’t think I liked him like that. Poor man didn’t get all my hints heh.

who brings flowers homeShiroe surprises me with flowers more often than I ever expected. It’s so super sweet and I love it. He brings me all kinds depending on the time of year. There’s a flower shop on his way home that he takes a look at when he’s in a really good mood.

who is the best cookShiroe would say me. He doesn’t cook all that often unless I don’t feel like it. But he still needs some practice 😂 I’m still learning but he loves my food so I can’t complain. I love treating him.

[sage-nebula]

for the ocean meme ask, if you haven't gotten these already, sails, breakers, seafoam, coral, nymph, brine, coastline! <3

sails: describe your perfect partner.

Oh man . . . okay.

So, first and foremost, they’re going to be someone who is on my level, comfort-wise---someone who is perfectly happy just sitting around, browsing the internet on two separate laptops, or watching an anime or playing a game. Someone who doesn’t care if I’m just in comfy clothes, someone who is completely comfortable wearing comfy clothes around me, too. Someone who isn’t judgmental or super social, someone who understands the need for “me time” because they’re introverted, too. But at the same time, someone whose introversion isn’t infringed upon by living with me, and vice versa. They need to be someone I can live with, someone I can be comfortable with, someone that is fine with me just being . . . me, who isn’t embarrassed by me or embarrassed in front of me.

To that end, they need to be someone who isn’t self-conscious about nerdy things, or being silly. Someone who can laugh at themselves, and can also laugh with me when I do something dumb, and am laughing because I know they’re not actually looking down on me for it. This kind of goes with the above, but I want someone who is into a lot of the same things I am, or even if we’re not into exactly the same things, we can appreciate the things the other is a fan of without rolling eyes or looking down on it. I want to have hobbies in common, but I also want my partner to appreciate my hobbies even if they don’t share them, and vice versa. And, of course, they need to be someone I can laugh with, someone I can joke around with. They need to have a sense of humor.

They need to be smart. I’m not talking rocket science level, or even several degrees level, necessarily, but we need to be intellectual equals. We have to be able to discuss important things and be on the same level when talking about them. And I feel like that makes me sound like an asshole, but it’s just . . . hard . . . to have a relationship with someone that you’re not on the same level with. Along those lines, though, they can’t be pretentious dickweeds, either to myself or others. I can’t stand pretentiousness. That sort of affected superiority grates on me more than anything else. So while my partner needs to be smart (more specifically, intellectually equal to me), they also can’t be pretentious about how smart they are. 

Related, but they also have to be open to learning. Even if we’re intellectual equals, we might each know something the other doesn’t, and no matter how smart we are, there’s always room to learn and grow. So they have to be open-minded, they can’t be closed off from learning new things, can’t be so sure they already know everything. And building on that, they have to be open and accepting of others as well. I don’t believe in living in an echo chamber, but I could never have a partner who was racist, sexist, homophobic, et cetera. We have to agree on issues of civil liberties, or it’s not going to work, full stop. 

They have to like animals at the bare minimum, and especially dogs, because they have to be accepting of and willing to live with Morgan. She’s not going anywhere for the sake of any human. They can’t be a neat freak, because I’m a messy person, but at the same time they can’t be dirty either, because I’m not dirty---I’m just messy. So they have to have that balance between the two extremes, and they have to be OK with that balance, too. They also need to be financially aware; being completely irresponsible with money is a no-no. Money is important, and so are finances, and we have to be able to keep a good check on that. (Though if they are willing to clean while I keep track of the finances, that’s a good balance, too.)

Lastly, it would be nice if they were also ace, or at the very least if they were perfectly okay with not having sex often . . . or at all, and also not making out a whole lot because to be incredibly honest, I’ve tried kissing multiple times, and beyond chaste kisses it’s just . . . not for me. I find it gross. And while I’m not sure that I’m entirely sex repulsed (at least, I’m not when it comes to conversations and fiction and whatnot), it’s . . . not something I’m eager to participate in, so . . . while I want a romantic partner, and someone to cuddle with, it’d be nice if they weren’t that into sex, either. At the very least, they have to respect that I’m ace. That’s non-negotiable. It’s a really important thing.

So . . . yeah. All of those things together make up my ideal partner. My dream is that it’s not asking too much and I could find someone like this someday, but that’s . . . probably a long shot, haha.

breakers: would you ever consider getting married?

Honestly . . . no. Not unless I was in a committed relationship and my partner really, really, really wanted to.

The thing about marriage is that it’s a legal process. It’s a contract. It’s a very expensive contract that is equally as expensive to break. There are benefits to it---you can file together on taxes, for instance, and get some tax breaks there---but for the most part I feel like the costs are more than the benefits, outside of situations like green card marriages (which, after the election, I briefly considered in a panic as a way to go somewhere that’s not America, but honestly there are less expensive ways to accomplish emigration, so that idea has been dashed). If you love someone, you don’t have to get married to prove it. You don’t need rings, a ceremony, or a contract to prove it, especially when more than 50% of marriages end in divorce (which is similarly expensive). I think that the important thing is the commitment, and you don’t need to spend so much money to commit to someone. Commitment is something you do in feelings and words, not huge, expensive ceremonies. So marriage isn’t really my thing, and I’d probably only agree to it if I was really, truly in love with someone and it was something that was important to them.

seafoam: describe your ideal summer vacation.

Hah, I’m an adult, so I don’t get these anymore, sadly. But ideally, just lots of time able to sleep and wake at any time I want, and maybe going somewhere cool. Outside of the country I’d love to go to Japan (of course), or back to Italy. Inside the country, I still really want to go to Harry Potter world. Why are all of the vacation packages so expensive?!

coral: if you had to describe your personality as a food, what would you be and why?

Hmmm . . . probably a dark chocolate candy bar, because I am either sweet or bitter (or both) depending on who you ask, and I feel like opinions about me are usually pretty strong (i.e. you either can’t stand me or you like me, typically no in-between).

nymph: old-fashioned or modern decor?

By and large, modern! Especially when it’s a mixture of like, shiny black and white/clear furniture. My living room furniture is pretty modern. I really like the aesthetic.

But that said, I also like some wooden furniture sometimes, especially if it’s in a dark wood. My bedroom furniture is like this, as is the desk I have. So if that counts as old fashioned, then that, but generally I prefer more modern pieces.

brine: gold or silver?

Silver! I’ve always preferred silver to gold, by far, probably because I’ve always had a distaste for the color yellow, and gold is in that same family. (Not that I hate gold, but just, if I have a choice, I’m going to go for silver.) It . . . makes finding Gryffindor things a bit difficult, given that gold is one of the Gryffindor colors, heh. 

coastline: what is your favourite flower?

This might seem odd since I have delayed sleep phase disorder and thus cannot wake up early to save my life (I’m either still up at the rise of dawn or dead to the world), but blue morning glories! They’re so pretty they hardly look real. I love them. ♥ Thanks for asking!!