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Sherlock Ship

@milleniumxhan​

Here you go!  And I’ll get you your Star Wars ship next!  Hope you enjoy!

Your Best Friend:

Mary!

Like Sherlock, you found Mary a bit puzzling when John first introduced you.  She seemed common enough, but there was something peculiar underlying that demeanor that piqued your interest.  A keen woman as well, Mary was able to perceive your nature and get into your inner world more quickly--though it still took some time, naturally--than John had.  A worldly woman with plenty of travel experience, Mary enjoys discussing history with you.  As someone in close relationships with a war vet and a high-functioning sociopath, Mary also understands when you need your space and ensures you get it.  When the truth about her comes out, you are initially very hurt, because it wasn’t easy for you to open up to her like you did; it takes time, but she puts in the work and eventually proves herself to be a true friend, albeit one with her share of secrets, once again.

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist:

Your Love Interest:

Sherlock!

You were working at a museum as a curator.  You didn’t usually have to interact with people, mostly researching in your office and traveling as necessary, but one day a guide came by and informed you sheepishly that two men were demanding to speak with you directly about a few pieces.  It was pretty exasperating, but they wouldn’t leave the guide alone until you met them, so you decided to give her a break and humor them.  Little did you know that you would then be dragged by a man nearly a foot taller than you all over the museum for the better part of the next hour of two, answering the minutest of questions about the more obscure pieces.  Between the two men you eventually gathered that they were on some sort of scavenger hunt, which intrigued you, but you still didn’t appreciate the workout.

X

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After the museum scene, John passed you a tip you decided not to mention didn’t really stand up to your salary and apologized for the inconvenience.  You realized that, while Sherlock could have been less abrasive about it, you actually hadn’t minded the little hunt; it was a fun twist to your typically monotonous routine.  And Sherlock, though clearly in a hurry, had a certain quick, dry wit that made you smirk now and then.  Apparently you made an impression on him too, or at least your artistic acumen did, because Sherlock would return to you on an increasingly regular basis to consult with you on his cases concerning art.  It was a mutually beneficial arrangement considering your newfound knowledge of a plethora of museum heists informed your advice to the higher-ups on security.

X

It was quite a slow burn.  He wasn’t the most in touch with his feelings, and you initially preferred to keep things professional.  However, over time you were surprised to find yourself anticipating his meetings and getting excited when he walked into your office(he had gotten to the point when he would unceremoniously brush off the guides at the front and walk right in, sitting down across from your desk with complete familiarity).  He got you talking about things you enjoyed and seemed genuinely interested to learn.  You became so accustomed to his pensive brow yet thrilled anew every time his bright eyes bore into your own.  At times, you seemed so alike and yet so far apart that your planets were in the same orbit, the same gravity drawing you together as was pushing you apart; then one day, when you were swept up in an explanation, you got carried away, and his eyes seemed to gleam more than usual.  He leaned in, and you stopped, which seemed to wake him from some kind of stupor; he drew away, only for you to quickly fill the distance between the two of you with a soft peck.  You had only meant it as another answer to another of his questions; but once you realized just what you’d done, you panicked and a million thoughts ran through your head.  You stared at each other, and he left abruptly.  You sank into your chair and frantically considered your next move, although really you were still too much in shock to think clearly.

X

And that’s where you left it for a while, which was not great.  You thought about it a lot when you were alone, but fortunately during work hours you were able to bury yourself in your research to keep your mind off of it(most of the time).  Little did you know that he was doing the same thing, until John caught on to why he was avoiding the museum he used to make every excuse to visit and talked some sense to him.  He reluctantly returned, standing in the doorway more hesitant than you’d ever seen him.  You froze when you saw him, and you were both silent for a bit, before he said that he was here to hear the rest.  You said you didn’t understand, and he elaborated, avoiding eye contact, “You never finished that story.  I’d like to hear the rest.”  Your heart raced, and you nodded; he took his usual seat across from you and you finished the story.  After that, it was still pretty slow going; the whole idea of dating was new for him and you had to walk with him into it, very gently leading him by the hand.  But however hesitant he was outwardly, when he looked at you, you could always tell that there was no limit to how much he cared for you.  His proposal was awkward too (although he had scripted it previously, he somehow forgot it in the heat of the moment, which baffled him), but what baffled him the most was when you said yes; you had to repeat yourself a couple times.

X

You had the marriage in the museum where you met.  John was the best man and Mary was the maid of honor.  John gleefully spoke of his best friend finally “meeting his match” and how much the two of you complemented each other intellectually and emotionally.  The four of you become as close as can be, one big, happy, strange, savvy family.

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist:

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Star Wars Ship

@evanfan96

Sorry for the delay!  Here we go!  I hope you enjoy :)

Your Best Friend:

Rose!

Like you, Rose is bubbly and caring.  The two of you make a sweet duo!  You initially joined the rebellion working primarily in archives, so you see her around the base often enough.  You didn’t open up at first, but she was outgoing enough for the both of you, and soon you were chattering back and forth like old friends.  You can get a little bored and lonely in the quiet archives, so it’s refreshing when she comes by to see you.  

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist:

Gold--3CK Just a Girl--No Doubt Under Pressure--Queen, David Bowie Friends Will Be Friends--Queen

Your Love Interest:

Poe!

Like Rose, you saw Poe around the base, although admittedly less so; he’s usually out on missions.  You do read up on him, increasingly more, you have to admit, and become impressed about the sort of “myth” of him; he’s quite the pilot, and has some of the best numbers in the rebellion, all the way back to his training.  Suffice it to say you were surprised when you met the man himself, with his devil-may-care attitude.  You weren’t so impressed at that point.  For a while, you thought he was just a lazy bum, but as he comes to archives more and more(“to look up maps for ops”, so he says), you begin to appreciate him more.

He makes you smile.  And as you slowly open up more, you find you’re able to match his wit, and he comes to archives more and more.  You really make his day.  And you have to admit, he’s growing on you too.  He loves how you light up; he loves how sweet you are; he loves your bubbly, funny nature.  And slowly, you come to realize he’s not the bum you thought he was; he’s a hard working, skilled rebel, here to risk his life for the greater good… And that becomes the problem. He comes by as often as he can, but when he’s not in the archives, you know he’s off on some life-endangering mission, and you can’t get that out of your head.  When he comes back from one mission in particular, he’s surprised and saddened to find you acting more withdrawn than usual, like you were when you first met.  He figures maybe you’ve just had a bad day, but when the behavior persists, he can’t handle it anymore; he confronts you, asking if something’s wrong.  You try to deny it, but ultimately he pries it from you; you’re worried about him.  He stares at you for a couple seconds, before pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re cute, you know that?” You frown into his shoulder, thinking he’s kind of making light of your concerns and saying as much.  He laughs a little, then gets serious and pulls away, still holding your arms. “Sorry...I just...wasn’t expecting that,” he says. Now you’re exasperated. “Of course.  Here I am thinking of you all day, and you don’t even--” “No-!  No,” he says, unable to keep himself from grinning from ear to ear. “I--I think about you all day too.  What do you think I’m thinking of on my missions?  What keeps me going?  I joined the rebellion to do the right thing...and you?  You make me want to be a better person...I…” He gets uncharacteristically shy suddenly. “I like you a lot…” You stare at him. “I like you a lot too…”

Date options are limited to say the least in a rebel base.  But to his credit, Poe does his best.  One morning, you clock into the archives, only to find him waiting for you, a checked table cloth tossed over the counter and some water in wine glasses and a basket atop it. “I know you’re busy,” he says. “I hope this is okay-?  I just…” You grin.  “It is...you’re cute, you know that?” He glances at you, then looks away, flustered, and opens up the picnic basket.  The two of you laugh and eat together for most of the morning.  At one point, you’re going on about one of your favorite stories, and he’s just staring at you lovingly.  He can’t believe this was the shy archivist not so long ago, and he can’t believe he ever had to live without someone like you in his life.  You notice his staring and blush. “Oh...do I have something on my face…?”  As you start to touch your lips, he gently moves your hand and places a peck on them himself.

It’s only a matter of time though.  You take a day off work, and he takes you out for a flight.  You laugh and yell as he pilots you through the sky, eventually landing on one of his favorite spots and you’ve gotta admit, the view’s incredible.  You unload everything and sit with another picnic basket, nestling together on the blanket.  He wraps an arm around you, and the “It’s a nice view” and “Sure is” while he stares at you is inevitable.  As the sun sinks low, you note that it’s getting dark and you should probably head back.  You feel him tense up a bit and look at him. “Yeah...listen,” he says. “I know we have to get back there...back to work.  The war.”  He takes his hand from your shoulders as you face him, concerned, and he puts a hand in his pocket kind of shyly. “But before we do...I just want one minute here...with you.  Like we’re anyone.  Like we’re you and me and not two soldiers.  I just...I need something...I want…”  He sighs.  “This isn’t making any sense...Here...I just…” He procures a small box and pops the question.  You stare, and you say yes.

One of Poe’s captain mentors does the honors, Rose the maid of honor, and Finn the best man.  Finn gives a heartfelt speech about his best friend.  Rose cries, but not as much as Poe.  You make your own vows and Poe’s make you laugh and cry at the same time.  You feed each other rations, and at the end of the night you fly off into the sunset for an official sabbatical.

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist:

Soldier On--The Temper Trap Spread Your Wings--Queen Piece of My Heart--Janis Joplin Go Your Own Way--Fleetwood Mac

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Avengers Ship Request

@doralupin01 and here’s your Avengers ship!  I hope you’ve enjoyed these and if you have any comments, concerns, want more ships, or just wanna chat sometime, just drop me an ask!  Thanks for requesting! :)

Your Best Friend:

Clint!

You apply for a job at S.H.I.E.L.D., passing your training with flying colors.  You make your way through the ranks and find yourself working often with Agents Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.  As you are an ISTJ and Clint and Natasha are ISTPs, their cognitive functions are near-perfect shadows of your own, meaning they operate in a way that is different but complementary to your own cognitive mechanics.  (To further illustrate, your cognitive function stack is Si-Te-Fi-Ne, while theirs is Ti-Se-Ni-Fe.)  Your organized (primary)Si grounds their spontaneous (secondary)Se while their observant Se informs your data-storing Si and organized (secondary)Te grounds experimental (primary)Ti while inquisitive Ti informs your intellectual Te, etc.  Because your cognitive functions “play well together”, you work well together--naturally, even--on missions.  While you start off doing intel for S.H.I.E.L.D., they begin to see the potential of placing you in the field due to your sharp intellect and your craft for interrogation(with some tricks Natasha taught you).  You, Clint, and Natasha become something of the three(sharp, smart, sarcastic, introverted)amigos.  You and Clint become close mostly from covering each other in the field and learning to rely on each other, but also from the down moments when you’re sitting around the base sharing some dark humor over cold case files.  Along with Natasha, he decides to tell you about his family and even takes you to the safe house sometimes, because he sees you as a little(“really little”, he picks, which does not amuse you but does amuse you)sister.

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist: Wanted Dead or Alive(Bon Jovi) Carry on Wayward Son(Kansas) Give it Away(Red Hot Chili Peppers) Livin’ on the Edge(Aerosmith)

Your Love Interest:

Natasha!

The three of you work together for years, gradually becoming close.  As you’re the newer recruit, they teach you everything they know, and you’re an eager learner.  Soon, you’re keeping pace with them, although your strengths are different than theirs, and you make a great team.  They teach you everything you know, and you and Nat particularly enjoy bantering back in forth in different languages to get on Clint’s nerves.

You thought Nat was pretty from the moment you met her, but you didn’t realize how deep the attraction went for years.  The three of you never questioned what made your dynamic work; you were just a good team.  You especially enjoyed sitting with her and conducting hypothetical interrogations; you enjoyed it, and found yourself transitioning more and more into simple conversation with her and even banter(you share your sense of humor), and the two of you learn a lot about each other; although Nat’s very private, what can she say?  She taught you too well.

Matters changed when you nearly lost her in the field.  Yes, you three put yourselves in mortal danger everyday, but you worked with two top ex-assassin agents, and you guess you always figured if one of you was going to die, it’d most certainly be you.  But then there she is, surrounded, and one of the grunts charges her.  She shoots him several times in the abdomen, but he still manages to wrangle her gun from her as his guts spill and falls on top of her, still.  One of the other grunts then grabs the gun and points it right at Nat’s head before she can wrestle herself from under the body.  A jolt goes through you and you freeze.  You don’t even remember pulling the trigger.  But as soon as you do, the grunt that was threatening Nat is down, and three more are looking right at you, aiming their weapons--an arrow pierces one right in the heart, and when the other two look for its source, Nat heaves the heavy body in front of her, letting it take their bullets before ramming right into and disarming both of them, then rendering them unconscious.  She looks up at you.  You lower the gun, your hand still shaking.  Afterwards, she approaches you, and you discuss it--you confess you were scared--terrified--of losing her.  Nat assures you you have nothing to worry about, but she does understand the feeling.  She’s lost people before, so she knows what to be afraid of...and back when you were still learning, she was constantly afraid of losing you.  You look at her here.  But she assures you that the three of you are together in this, and you have to know you have each other’s backs, just like you had hers today, and just like she’ll always have yours.

After that, it became increasingly clear how you felt.  You begin to spend more and more time with her--almost as though to make up for the years you nearly lost.  She picks up on this, and tells you to stop being cheesy(mostly because she doesn’t want to think like that either).  One day, you realize you can’t keep running from it; you’re in love with the sarcastic ginger.  There’s only one thing to do about it.  You buy some roses--that’s what people do with things like this, right?--and approach her.  She looks at you and sees the flowers. “Yes.” “What?  But I--” “Yes.  Where?  When?” You invite her out to a restaurant--classic first date--in the country your current mission is in, all the while wondering when you’re going to wake up.  But no, you become more and more convinced that this is all real, especially when a couple of backward-thinking drunks eye the two of you and start making homophobic jokes, at which point Nat promptly looks at you. “Mind if I kiss you right now?” “Uh…” Public displays of affection aren’t your favorite...but if it’ll make those two shut up--you nod, a faint blush gracing your pale features.  She promptly brushes your hair out of your face, cups your chin, pulls you across the table and kisses you.  Just to prove it wasn’t just thrown together to make the drunks shut up, she kisses you again after you’ve walker her home, winks, and says you should do this again sometime.

To tell the truth, Nat isn’t the type to get tied down--and neither was Clint, once upon a time.  As things intensify between you, she finds herself falling more and more in love with you, but also growing kind of nervous.  She has a heart to heart with Clint about it, and she tells her frankly that the two of you are lucky to have found each other, and if you love each other, you’ve gotta be all in.  After that, she goes to spontaneous lengths to demonstrate her devotion, ultimately even taking you out one night after a mission and giving you some roses like those you gave her on your first date.  You giggle, since it’s kind of out of character for her, only to look up from the roses to see her on one knee.  She tells you she can’t imagine being with anyone else--she doesn’t just want to fight by your side for the rest of your life, she wants to sleep there, and wake up there, and live there--as long as you both shall live.  And you say yes.

You have the wedding at Clint’s place--where you two feel safest--in the barn.  He cleans the place out and spiffs it up nice with some flowers and other decorations.  You appreciate the effort, and make him your mutual man of honor out of gratitude.  He rises to the occasion, even planning your respective showers.  All of the Avengers are present on the big day, and Clint gets choked up about his two best friends getting married during his speech.  You three really are one crazy family.

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist: Just a Girl(No Doubt) Captivate You(Marmozets) Kiss Me Deadly(Lita Ford) Paint it, Black(Rolling Stones)

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Sherlock Ship Request

Sherlock Ship Request

Hi!  Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy your ship!  :)  Since the majority of Tumblr is INFPs(including myself, and whom I love), I’m excited to get to ship someone so different and less represented here.  Let me know if you have any feedback for this request; Avengers is next!

Your Best Friend:

John Watson!

You were working as a history professor at a London secondary school and volunteering at a museum on the side.  One day, Sherlock and John approached you for help on a case, as they were trying to trace a killer who was mimicking the killing styles of historic wars spanning different civilizations--in order.  You helped them catch her, and Sherlock assured you he’d be coming to you for help again--it’s amazing how often history repeats itself.  As you become a more regular consultant for the consultants, you begin to bond with them, becoming good friends.  On your first meeting, Watson immediately said “Oh no, another Sherlock”(although Sherlock is his best friend).  Over time, the two of you begin to bond; while your cognitive function stack is Si-Te-Fi-Ne, John’s is Si-Fe-Ti-Ne; you both lead with Si(storing data for later use), while your thinking/feeling traits near-perfectly shadow each other; shadow functions are traits that your cognitive functions repress(your Te represses Ti; your Fi represses Fe)but which are complementary in that they help each other develope and become more well-rounded.  You and John are both reserved, reflective individuals who appreciate the past.  Due to this strength of yours in particular, Sherlock and John will often come to you to read up on past(long past) cases which may bear similarities to their current case(Sherlock’s Si being tertiary and therefore also decently active, if not as prominent as yours and John’s).  You’re also a great help in cases that involve multiple languages; Sherlock particularly enjoys going to you for these cases because it helps him to cut the “middle man” out in cases he’d usually have to have Lestrade contact his linguistics teams for.  John enjoys discussing and reading up on history with you.  The two of you complement each other well, a sort of finish-each-other’s-sandwiches friendship.  You’re both a bit old-fashioned and intelligent.  John also wants to make sure to sign his daughter up for the school you teach at when she’s old enough so she gets “the best history teacher in London”(a compliment you doubt, but appreciate at any rate).  John is a very supportive and nurturing presence.  The two of you are good chums.  Now and then, Sherlock and John will get into little sarcastic spats, and if you decide to get involved(probably not unless specifically incited), whoever’s side you choose, you’re a worthy ally--if you don’t just tell both of them to grow up.  Some things you and John have in common that John doesn’t is an appreciation for facts not directly applicable to a case; “Wait--he doesn’t know how the solar system works?”  “You’re telling me!”  “I can hear you two…”

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist:Across the Overpass(The Solids) Speed of Life(David Bowie) Up Around the Bend(Creedence Clearwater Revival) Echoes(Pink Floyd) Your Love Interest:

Sherlock!

It’s clear from the beginning you two have a lot in common.  Although you’re more focused on history and he on mysteries, many of your interests align; you both have an immense enjoyment of inquiry and learning, and consequently you learn a lot from each other.  The first time John and Sherlock approached you for help, Sherlock respected your academic abilities, then slowly realized you shared your sense of humor and your sharp intellect as well.  This made John pretty nervous, but he decided to ride it out and see where it went.

You, Sherlock, and John got on fairly well from the beginning.  Sherlock was able to “tolerate” you more than other “normal people”--and the feeling was mutual.  He did make the mistake of questioning your intelligence once, and though you’re not particularly prideful, you did stick up for yourself, resulting in a speed-of-light debate which made John--an innocent bystander--’s brain feel like jelly.  The “discussion” did end with Sherlock more or less speechless, and John has shipped it furtively ever since.

After that, Sherlock begins asking you on more and more cases(“Since you’re so smart”).  You even work in Molly’s lab together on more than one occasion.  Sometimes, the cases even become competitive between the two of you--who can arrive at the conclusion first?  Over time, Sherlock realized it wasn’t his competitive nature at all, but the fact that he enjoyed being with you, that kept him asking for your help on cases.  Both private individuals, every time you solve a case, you pass off the credit, less interested in the fame than solving more problems.

It’s hard for both of you when you realize you’re catching feelings.  Neither of you are used to letting people in in that way, and you know that’s true of the other person.  It takes you a while to address it, and John’s intervention.  After the three of you solve a case and you leave their flat to head home, John confronts Sherlock about his feelings.  Sherlock denies it.  Finally, John bluffs that he’ll tell you himself, and pulls out his phone--Sherlock immediately slaps it out of his hand, and the two scuffle over it for some time before John catches it, and Sherlock immediately storms out of the flat, runs and finds you waiting for a cab nearby, and confesses to you.  You stare at him in disbelief at first, before reciprocating.  He thinks he’s misheard you, but when you repeat yourself, he stares at you, then, still breathless, kisses you(he happens to be comically taller than you by the way, so every time you kiss after that, you have to kind of pull at his scarf and stand on your toes to make it work, which amuses John to no end).

You date for some time, continuing to solve cases together.  You often join the friends in their flat for tea afterwards and talk or just sit in companionable silence.  You’ll often compose and play music together that has relationship value to the two of you(sometimes in the middle of the night, to John’s annoyance).  One hitch in your relationship was when Irene Adler turned up, and found herself attracted to both of you.  When Sherlock realized he was jealous and concerned about whether you would choose Irene over himself(although he didn’t broach this prospect to you because he didn’t want to insult your sense of loyalty, which had proven itself on many accounts, with his own low self-esteem), he realized that he had finally met someone whom he needed and wanted more than The Woman.  Soon, he visits you for a date on your break during work, bringing your favorite food.  Your students tease you about your “boyyyyfriend.”  Annoyed, you whisk Sherlock off to the parking lot.  He removes his trench coat and you realize he’s in a suit.  “Sorry.  We’re both so busy, I didn’t know when I’d do it if not when one of us was at work.”  “Do…?”  Then he gets down on one knee, and you cover your mouth.  He tells you you’re his equal, intellectually, spiritually, and he can’t imagine spending his life with anyone else.  You say yes, and the rest is history(recorded below).

You have a winter wedding(John as the best man and Rose as the flower girl), and John gives a speech about his two best friends and the two smartest people he knows uniting in marriage.  He says that the criminal masterminds of the world just don’t have a prayer, and that he couldn’t be prouder or happier.  Afterwards, you have a reception in the museum you volunteer in.

Couple Aesthetic:

Couple Playlist: Sara(Starship) The Time Alone With You(Bad English) Will You Be There(In the Morning)(Heart) I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing(Aerosmith)

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Detroit Become Human Ship Request

@nightrainn2

I’m really excited you requested this fandom!  It really doesn’t get enough love.  Thanks for requesting darling, and if any of these were unsatisfactory, if you’d like more, or if you simply want to chat, just drop me a message or an ask! :)

Your Best Friend

Kara! (The following goes into events portrayed in the excellent short film Kara, available in the “Extras” section off the main menu of the game). You were a cognitive engineer at CyberLife--tasked with manufacturing the complex “emotion algorithm” to be applied to each android depending upon the task the android was designed to perform.  You even designed Kara’s--making her the caring and resourceful woman she is(at least, would become).  You had created many algorithms over your days at CyberLife, but Kara--she was...special.  You poured something into her more soulful than you had in past projects.  You were going through a hard lapse in your life, and for whatever reason it felt like you were...confiding in this...thing.  When she was assembled, the results showed--she thought herself alive.  She was almost deprogrammed because of it, but the employee overseeing her construction took pity on her, seeing something akin to true fear within her.  The security footage for this event fell to your desk, of course, and when you started watching it, you couldn’t stop.  There was something...in her.  Familiar.  Comforting.  Real, and...the word...it whispers over your countenance like a revelation sent by God… Alive. You tried to go back about your business after that, but it proved impossible.  Your thoughts always traveled back to the AX400 who said she was alive.  Things changed for good when you heard the same AX400 had been returned for repairs to its store.  You knew if you were ever going to get past this, you’d better face the android yourself… At the store, you examine the damaged android.  You inquire what had happened to her--she was in awful shape.  You were informed the owner had claimed she was hit by a car.  You frown, looking at the damage.  Her arms are removed clean from her sockets.  This kind of thing...doesn’t happen with a car wreck.  You sigh, realizing you’ll receive no closure here...you’re not really sure what you expected.  You tell the employee to keep you posted on the android’s condition, then return to work.  When you hear the same android has reported harmed her owner and fled the scene, you realize this is truly getting out of hand--and with a revolution on CyberLife’s hands, too!  You decide to investigate the matter personally, on your own time, even though CyberLife had provided an android for the case--you’d rather...no.  You need to see her. You manage to track the android to the Ravendale district.  From there, you spot her racing down the street with what looks like a child, and give chase.  She trips, and you overtake her, grabbing her shoulder-- Your eyes meet.  Her gray eyes--like a storm brewing--lock into yours...familiarly. “I know you,” she breaths.  You release her shoulder without knowing why, and nod without a single thought.  She stares at you, then places a hand on your own shoulder. “You’re [Y/N].”  You watch her, and nod.  She smiles softly.  “Everything is going to be okay,” she says, squeezing your shoulder once, before standing and rounding the corner with the child.  You stay there on the sidewalk for some time.  The two of you...there’s something connecting you.  A pull like gravity.  Like some part of your soul is now forever coursing through her thirium...like she is something to you stronger than blood...like she is your...sister.

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist: Welcome to the Machine(Pink Floyd) Eclipse(Pink Floyd) Learning to Fly(Pink Floyd) Comfortably Numb(Pink Floyd)

A/N: I legitimately have no idea what happened you and Kara are just a Pink Floyd kind of BROTP X,D

Your Love Interest:

Markus!

After that day with Kara, you realized you had to find some answers.  You signed onto the Deviancy case--not a difficult task given you were part of the team programming their personality emulations anyway--and over time your private investigations led you to Jericho.  Inside, you were immediately cornered and accused, given you’re a human, and, conveniently enough, delivered to their leader for him to decide your fate.  Markus watches you, trying to conceal his conflict.  This is the first time the sanctuary of Jericho has been breached.  Finally, he asks for you to be delivered, bound, to his quarters for an interrogation--in private.  His followers aren’t all about this resolution, but they don’t speak up, and turn you right over.

In his quarters, you and Markus watch each other carefully.  Calculatingly.  Markus is an INFJ, so on face-value seems to be very similar to you, but his cognitive functions are near-perfect shadows of your own(the ENFJ is your perfect shadow and therefore, many say, your “perfect match”).  Briefly explained, your function stack is Fi-Ne-Si-Te, and his is Ni-Fe-Ti-Se, where his Fe shadows your Fi, his Ni your Ne, etc.  The shadow functions suppress each other due to their conflicting cognition, but, ironic, are complementary; this is why “Shadow Matches”, as I call them, are often considered ideal.  In this case, your Fi is focused inward on how you feel and what you feel is right, making your values very important to you, while Markus’ Fe is outward focused on the welfare of others and how others view him, which makes him a good leader, but can be a hindrance when it comes to making decisions.  Likewise your Ne considers hundreds of possibilities, which is thorough, but can hinder you from making decisions quickly and even make you anxious and stressed due to so many possibilities and not knowing which one will happen or which one you even want to happen; meanwhile, Markus’ Ni is vision-focused, well-attuned to what is most likely to happen and helping to prepare for that outcome.  Therefore your Fi can concentrate his Fe and his Ni can concentrate your Ne.  Whoops that wasn’t brief sorry I’m a nerd.  Back to the story.  Markus, like you(and myself), is an analyzer.  He carefully surveys you, your face, your countenance, your eyes, trying to conclude how much of a threat you may mean for his people(Ni-Fe).  Likewise you watch him, imagining all of the vivid ways he can murder you right now(Fi-Ne).  Due to your mutual tendencies toward empathy, neither of you are receiving a threatening aura from the other, but you still need to be careful.  He walks around you, standing in front of you with arms crossed, and asks very evenly how you managed to find them.  Being an inherently honest person and also too scared to make any attempt at a lie, you tell him your story, starting with your position at CyberLife, gaining a raised brow from him until you go on to explain what happened with Kara, your--connection.  You explain that it almost seemed like she was alive, and that you came here seeking answers.  Markus contemplates whether to believe you, leaning against one wall.  Lowly, he asks, “And when you have them?”  You tell him evenly that depends on their nature.  He watches you, then turns away.  “You will stay here.  As our prisoner.  When you have your answers we will renew this discussion.”

You may find more answers than you were looking for over the next few weeks--certainly more than you were prepared for.  Imprisoned on the abandoned freighter, you see hundreds of damaged androids seeking sanctuary in its steely walls.  There’s something hanging about their shoulders that you swear you know...a feeling that everyone knows...a feeling that makes you slowly realize that these androids are just as alive and lost as you are.  Markus approaches you often to inquire whether you’ve found the answers you wanted, and of course, the answer is always “No” or “I don’t know.”  At one point when he approaches you, you break down in tears, saying you had no idea what his people were going through...what you were contributing to.  On seeing how distressed you are, Markus rests a careful hand on your forearm.  You look up at him. “What you’ve contributed to, Y/N, is our life.”  He gestures with the other hand. “What you see--it isn’t perfect.  But you put it here...you helped us come to life…” He nods. “You created Ra9.” “Ra9?” you ask, looking into his bicolored, beautiful eyes searchingly. Just then, a news coverage of what the androids did the day before appears on the screens around the freighter.  He squeezes your arm carefully.  “Later,” he promises, standing and walking away.

Then the battle for Jericho began...and it became clear you were going to lose.  The only thing to do was reduce the casualties.  Panicked, you tug at your binds as androids raced past you, trying to reach safety.  You find yourself on your back, squirming hopelessly.  Soon, humans with guns pour in.  They recognize you from CyberLife and spare you, severing your binds and helping you to your feet.  They ask you where the android leader is.  You look around at the androids cowering desperately behind storage units for sparse safety.  You look back at the man and say the leader isn’t here--he fled to a more secure location after yesterday’s occurrences.  The man seems to buy it, and starts to usher you to safety.  You wince when you hear gunfire and think desperately for something you can do--just then, something hits the back of the man’s head, then you see Markus disarming and knocking the others unconscious before whipping around to you. “Markus!” you exclaim.  He watches you. “You covered for me,” he says, with a grateful nod. “I owe you one.” You shake your head, and open your mouth to protest, but he cuts in, “Please--they’re everywhere.  We have no choice but to destroy Jericho--you need to get off this boat.” “What--What about you?” you can’t help asking, grabbing his forearm before he can run off again.  He glances back at you, then places a hand on yours. “Don’t worry about me,” he says. “Find North and the others.  I’ll catch up.” With this, he gently removes your hand from his arm and takes off before you can protest further.  You decide to do what he says.

Following the escape from Jericho, Markus broods in the church, and approaches you along with the rest of his team.  He thanks you for covering for him back on the boat.  You brush it off--you’re not one to take compliments well.  He says he means it, then carefully broaches the subject of Connor.  You recall the name as that of the prototype detective android--the most advanced model to date.  He explains that Connor has joined their side and will be infiltrating CyberLife--concluding that he may have more success with an esteemed employee such as yourself.  You take the mission with barely a moment’s consideration--out of character for you in most cases, but you feel guilty as all get out for what’s happening to the androids, and you have to help in any way you can.  And there’s something more...sprouting from the days you’ve spent in Jericho, watching Markus’ passion for his people, his grace and eloquence, his heart...You know he’s alive.  He must be.  Because he makes you feel alive.  “Markus?” you ask just as he’s turning away. “Hm--?” You cut him off with a kiss.  Impulsion is far from your leading characteristic...but what if you never see this man again?

(The other three people are North, Josh, and Simon.) Fortunately, you did.  You and Connor freed thousands of androids and lead them to Markus’ side, where you promptly greet him with a kiss.  You prevail in the revolution, and stand with Connor and the others at Markus’ side as he faces his freed people.  He incorporates into his speech the fact that humans and androids are not to be enemies, but equals...and so much more.  Then he proposes to you.  Caution and calculation fly out the window as you see this wonderful, compassionate, brave man on one knee before you, and you say yes.

Although you and Markus are more private people by nature and it wasn’t your first choice, Markus is practically android royalty, so the wedding could hardly help but be a public affair.  Fortunately, you two thought a way around this; you had your own, private wedding with Simon(best man), North, Josh, Kara(maid of honor), Connor, Hank, and Alice(flower girl).  The ring bearer is the boy Josh was watching over when Markus first entered Jericho(whom you and Markus will later adopt as your own).  As the best man, Simon states his gratitude that he has such a great leader with such a great spouse who will help androids and humans prosper together in harmony.  Then, you had the public wedding in front of an enormous android assembly, and were paraded through the recently liberated streets of detroit in the back of a construction truck with flowers attached to the rims.

You take in the child left for dead that Josh was watching over, and he learns your empathy and quiet intelligence and Markus’ eloquence and leadership abilities.(I can’t find a picture of him anywhere but let’s say he looks somewhat like this.)

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist: Skyfall(Adele) Zombie(The Cranberries) Restless Heart(Peter Cetera) Show Me the Way(Peter Frampton)

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Star Wars Ship Request

@nightrainn2

DBH is next!  I hope you enjoy!  :)

Best Friend:

BB-8!

You were the daughter of an esteemed noblewoman, raised with a strict curriculum, primarily linguistic so you would be able to maintain political and economic relations with multiple races.  When you’re old enough, your mother sends you on an educational trip on your own to study different planets.  You’re a little out of your comfort zone, but you are excited to learn, and to escape the suffocation of your current life.  One stop is in the marketplace of Jakku, to study interplanetary economics.  There, you spot a young woman with a droid rolling at her heels.  You cock your head, recognizing the droid as a rare model, and approach them.  When the droid--you understand it do to your education--claims that a nearby man stole something from its friend, you have your guards pursue him, only for the droid to be pursued, most likely by anyone looking to scrap it.  You follow, and reach a beached ship with the threesome.  Inside, the man and woman manage to get it in the air and to relative safety.  There, the situation is explained to you, and after careful(careful) consideration, you decide to join the Resistance.  You offer your linguistic and engineering abilities to their cause, and soon become the friend of many droids, but most of all, BB-8, who is reliable, funny, loyal, and open.  You call BB-8 “Buddy” and much like the bodyguards sworn to protect your life, the droid never leaves your side in the field.

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist: Mr. Roboto(Styx) Under Pressure(Queen) Amazing(Aerosmith) Mr. Blue Sky(Electric Light Orchestra)

Your Love Interest:

When you and your bodyguards joined Rey, Finn, and BB-8 in the Falcon, Finn lied to both of you about his affiliation with the Resistance--and felt absolutely horrible about that.  When you figured out the truth, it set your relationship back, but when he risked his life to save Rey you started to trust him again--just not completely.  Over time, the two of you became friends, and you got to see what a fun and loving person he really is.  Now that he’s with the Resistance, he’ll dedicate his life to this cause and sacrifice it for his friends.  You come to admire his moral code and rich personality.

As far as bonding goes, the most down time you get is brief and between missions.  Sometimes, you’ll be fixing up his X-wing and he’ll take the opportunity to ask more about you.  You don’t like to talk about your past very much amongst the Resistance as your mother is an adamant advocate of the Empire, but Finn already knows that.  You’re kind of surprised he hangs out with you anyway, until you learn of his past as a stormtrooper and realize you two have something in common.  When you do go on missions with him, you notice you become increasingly good at working together in the field as your chemistry grows.

You don’t realize how you feel about him until the two of you are helping refugees and you see him helping a child find his parents.  He gently leads the boy by the hand to a tearfully grateful couple that offers him all they have on him--he refuses with a gentle wave of his hand, then returns to your side.  He sees you looking at him in the firelight of the refugee camp. “What?” he asks, almost laughingly, before he sees something in your eyes.  He stops laughing, and looks at you.  That’s when he realizes it too.  You feel yourself pulled to him--almost like the force--and you share a sweet, shy kiss.

The two of you just fit.  You love joking together and holding hands and leaning into each other’s shoulders playfully as you walk around the station.  You love piloting together and resting your heads on each other’s shoulders when you’re on autopilot.  You love treating BB-8 as your child.  You love every second you’re together.  And finally, as you’re flying, he sees the stars around you, reflecting in your eyes, and realizes how much he needs you.  So he proposes, then and there, and you say yes.

Finn is beside himself on your wedding day.  With BB-8 as the ringbearer, you travel to Jakku--not without a joking “Why does everyone want to go back to Jakku??” from Finn--as a symbol of the beginning of your relationship.  There, Rey shows you the local marriage traditions, and you’re wed beneath a beautiful, unpolluted desert night sky with millions of constellations overhead.  Once you make it official with a kiss, Finn stops crying and starts dancing, and BB-8--the ring bearer--promptly joins in.  You do to, brimming with joy at the darling boy you’ve married.

Your Children:

You have two beautiful little girls, one energetic, opinionated, and as bold and full of personality as Finn, the other as sweet, shy, and intelligent as you.  Finn and you were hesitant about having them in the first place due to the warring world you would bring them into, but eventually decided life and love were what you were fighting for in the first place.  They spend most of their time in the station with nannybots--often BB-8--and engineers and pilots, learning everything there is to know about X-wings.  They’ll make excellent pilots, if they choose to join the cause.

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist: Gimme Three Steps(Lynyrd Skynyrd) Listen to the Music(The Doobie Brothers) You Might Think(The Cars) Just What I Needed(The Cars)

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Sherlock Ship Request

@nightrainn2

Hello!  Based upon your description I’m fairly sure your an INFP(as am I), and the things you listed are things many INFPs can relate to.  I highly recommend philosophy from what I read about you--it’s very enjoyable for Fi-Ne’s!  I’ll be doing your Star Wars ship next and let me know if there’s any modifications you’d like based on this result.  I hope you’re having a lovely day and that you enjoy your ship, and thanks for requesting!

Your Best Friend

Sherlock!

Mrs. Hudson was a friend of the family and heard that you were looking for a place to stay.  You disliked the idea of moving in with strangers, but you knew Mrs. Hudson at least and hoped she was looking out for you.  The flatmates you found were eccentric, but certainly not dangerous.  Sherlock, a sociopathic INTP, has a lot in common with you--but it still took you both time to realize it due to mutual reservations.  A relationship starts to build when you began to banter easily back in forth, a charming surprise to Sherlock, who was accustomed to your naturally introverted demeanor.  Sherlock has his own social and personal issues, and as the two of you grow closer you manage to come together over such things, and eventually realize your broken edges fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist:

The Crooked Kind(Radical Face) Devil Inside(INXS) Across the Overpass(The Solids) Lonely is the Night(Billy Squier)

Your Love Interest:

John Watson!

John is an ISFJ Cancer, and while INFPxISFJ is not a conventional pairing, it does have its perks.  When you first move in, John is relatively reserved, but does try to make you feel at home(a natural homebody).  As an ISFJ, John leads with Introverted Sensing(Si), which operates on existing data and practicality; he manages to keep you and Sherlock, the more hot-air-balloon Ne’s, grounded.  He also has secondary Extroverted Feeling(Fe), which makes him a very caring individual.  As a Cancer ISFJ, he is more intuitive than others of his type, so he can better sense when something is off about you than other types and always wants to make sure everything is okay.

Oddly enough, your first big bonding experience was spent in utter silence.  One day, when Sherlock is who-knows-where, it starts sprinkling lazily from a graying sky, painting the sidewalk a lovely, shining silver.  It’s also a Saturday.  You know what that means; it’s time to read.  You leave your room to grab a book from Sherlock’s collection only to see John already reading in one of the armchairs.  A little shy, you sidle around him, almost hoping he won’t see you.  You grab the book you want and sit across from him, settling in and listening to the soft rain sounds outside as you let your eyes wander across the page, devouring every word.  And the two of you just sit there, for hours, reading in silence.  

He didn’t realize how much you meant to him at first, how much simply sitting in your sweet presence brightened his day, how much seeing your smile enriched his life, until he saw you hurting for the first time.  One day he saw you breaking down when you thought no one was home.  He hesitated, but approached you.  He wanted to take care of you.  He needed to.  He just sat and listened to you talk about what was going on in your life at the time.  You told him how you felt obligated to pretend to be happy for everyone.  This shattered him.  “Y/N…of course we love your smiles.  We love...Who wouldn’t?  But you don’t have to be happy for us… be happy for yourself.  And be sad for yourself, too.  Be what you need to be, okay?”  He stayed up with you as long as you needed.

After that night, he realized how much he needed your smiles.  Not just the polite ones he was used to.  Real ones.  And he wanted to know how to make them.  He wanted--he needed to make you truly happy.  The first thing he did was go to Sherlock--he was your mutual best friend, he should be able to give better advice here than anyone--kind of ironically.  Sherlock realized that John was developing feelings for you, and wondered if you felt the same way.  He told John that if he wanted to have a good relationship with you--romantic or otherwise--he needed to be honest.  He knew even as he said it this wouldn’t be a problem.  John was one of the few genuinely caring and loyal people he knew; that’s why he was one of his best friends.  After some consideration, John asked you out to a local restaurant the three of you ate at often.  It was odd at first, but soon the conversation became more organic.  You both enjoyed finding a ready listener in one another.  He took you out several times after, always behaving the perfect gentleman and being upfront and honest about his(pure) intentions.  After one date, he asked if he could kiss you, and you said yes.  His kiss was as sweet and caring as he was.

John is a genuine and loving gentleman.  A doctor, he loves to take care of you and make sure that you have everything you need.  He’s always open with you, which is refreshing in a world like the one we live in.  You never feel like you have to pretend around him because all he has is genuine concern and care for you.  You love him, and you love his daughter Rose; you care for her like your own.  He loves everything about you.  The two of you(both hufflepuffs) make a loving, loyal couple, the kind that walks hand in hand everywhere and bakes together on weekends.  He always had the ring on his mind, but he didn’t want to overstep; he didn’t want to take a step you were uncomfortable with.  So he waited.  One day, when you were walking together, you got this glazy look in your eye, staring at a married couple with their kids.  It changed something in him; he couldn’t take it anymore.  He got down on one knee nearly impulsively, hoping beyond hope you’d say yes--and you did.

Your marriage was a modest and intimate affair with a small group of your close friends.  Rose was the flower girl and Sherlock the best man.  In his speech, he reminisced over the two most important people in his life--his two best friends--coming together to make their strange family even bigger.  

Children

You and John soon decided Rose needed some company closer to her physical(and intellectual)age.  You became pregnant and had a beautiful baby boy.  You teased John about giving him his middle name.  Rose and your son are loving siblings with just the right age difference.  Growing up in a flat with Sherlock, they don’t stand a chance of being “normal”, but who wants a normal family anyway?  They love your baking and going for walks in the park with John and begging him for a dog.  He eventually relents, which you and Sherlock are all for(Sherlock has a soft spot for dogs).  And so your beautiful, odd, perfect family continues to grow as you adopt a golden retriever puppy.  John is dedicated to all of you and to making your home a loving and warm environment(even with the eyeball in the microwave).

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist: She is the Sunshine(David Hodges) You Matter to Me(from the musical “Waitress”) Ain’t No Mountain High(Marvin Gaye) I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing(Aerosmith)

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Hey :) Is it okay to send a request via message and not per ask? Tumblr seems to often eat my longer asks.

Sure! Just clarify in the PM whether you'd like me to answer privately or publically.

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Hello, I hope this is alright to ask, but I wanted to know, what is the limit on fandoms we can ask for? And, if we ask for two or more, will that shorten the description length, aesthetic, etc that we get?

Hello! Excellent questions dear! You may ask for as many fandoms as you please(of those included in my blog's description), and they will not be shortened at all-each will be given as much detail as the next. However, keep in mind that the more you ask for, the longer it will take me to respond and I may need to answer in parts. But I will respond to all of them!

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Helloooo, I'm thrilled to have found your page and I wanted to give it a try :) So umm, I'd like a male ship from Sherlock please. And my type is INFP-T. Also, I study (or plan to) study english philology and I'm human ^^ I hope this is enough information, so yeah :) Hope you'll have a nice day :3

Hello there!  What a coincidence, I’m thrilled you found my page too!  Actually, I’m an INFP too and I’ve considered studying English or linguistics.  I’m sure you’ll excel at whatever you choose to do!  I hope you enjoy your ship, and thank you for requesting! :)

Your Best Friend:

Molly! Like yourself, Molly is an INFP: passionate, shy, and sweeter than cherry pie.  You met when she mentioned she was looking for a flatmate to a mutual friend(like John and Sherlock).  She didn’t really think anyone would respond, but when you came over, you were surprised to see how much you had in common.  Building a relationship was slowgoing due to your mutual introversion, but eventually you both bonded over books! Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist: Zombie(The Cranberries) Mr. Blue Sky(Electric Light Orchestra) Spread Your Wings(Queen) Comfortably Numb(Pink Floyd)

Love Interest:

Mycroft!

One day, upon learning of your interest in English Philology, Molly put you in touch with her friend Sherlock, who was looking around for a consulting forensic linguist. “I know it’s not the same,” she says, “but he’s willing to pay, and maybe you can help him!  Working with him is always exciting,” she adds.  You decide to help out.  Sherlock interviewed you, found you qualified, and you began working with him regularly.  It didn’t take long for Mycroft to become aware of your proximity to his brother and to subsequently “arrange” a meeting as he did with Watson, and a proposition.  You turned him down--you dislike invasions of people’s privacy--but he never forgot you, or the things he observed about you.  Noting your success in linguistic cases with Sherlock, he eventually calls for your assistance himself, on multiple occasions.  At first, you hate him, and he’s confused about you; eventually, you start to talk to each other.  Sometimes when he picks you up for cases he’ll bring you your favorite tea/coffee.

What he brings up most is your area of study.  He’s a studious and career-driven man himself, so he wants to understand your goals in life.  He begins to enjoy the way you light up when you talk about your passions, and begins to wish he had something in his life like that sparkle in your eyes.  He realizes he can’t live just for work anymore; maybe there’s something more to all this.

Your first date is under the guise of another case.  He enjoys taking the lead, but he’s rather at a loss in matters of the heart, so the best he can do is learn as much as he can about you in the form of work.  It doesn’t take you long to figure out and call him out on it, at which point he confesses, hesitantly, that he simply enjoys spending time with you--he enjoys you.  You’re confused at first, but you realize you enjoy him too; his gentlemanly behavior, his respect for you, his intelligence--you don’t know what gets into you, but you kiss him.  The softest, gentlest peck on the lips.

He spoils you.  It’s kind of nice at first, but eventually you’re flat out annoyed by it; you’re not a materialistic person, and his showering you with gifts makes you feel like he’s just buying you off.  You feel indebted to him every time he gives you something.  You work yourself up to telling him how you feel, to which he seems utterly baffled.  He explains he feels indebted to you for being with him, so he pays his debt with presents.  You stare at him. “That’s not how love works, Mycroft,” you say, not without the smallest smile on your lips as you kiss him again. “You don’t owe me a thing.”  When he proposes, he’s in full tuxedo with a diamond ring in hand. “You’ve taught me how to love,” he says. “You’ve taught me how to live...and now I want to live to love you.”

You’re married in your favorite historical city.  Molly is the maid of honor and Sherlock even agrees to be the best man.  In his speech, he thanks you for saving his brother’s life--no, for giving him one.

It takes some doing, but you finally talk Mycroft into it.  You have a beautiful baby girl with black hair like Mycroft’s and your sharp, soulful eyes.  Your daughter is as driven and intelligent as her father and as witty and full of personality as you.  She loves when you read to her.  She is Mycroft’s princess; he showers her with every gift imaginable and spoils her rotten.  He would do anything for the two of you.

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist: Shattered(David Hodges) Conventional Woman(IZZO) Careful(Michelle Featherstone) Hey You(Pink Floyd)

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