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dracones24 · 1 year

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bsd? nsfw parts are up to you, surprise me.

I’m 19, I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, death games, true crime, necromancy and anatomy. I typically consider myself a "gorehound". I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start taking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding physical social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( pierce the veil, deftones, system of a down, slipknot, rob zombie,,, sometimes the radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like adhd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

I pair you with.... Kouyou!

Kouyou is unbothered by gore or darker content, but she also isn't well versed in it, so you could spend a lot of time showing her things

Your music taste shes more hit or miss on, but she never minds you playing it and often looks up the lyrics

She is deeply endeared by your love of plushies, expect new ones gifted Regularly

Kouyou tends to keep her opinions under wraps, too, but with her gentle encouragement I could see you opening up

Being a dick isnt really a love language for Kouyou, but she has a thick skin, you're unlikely to ever hurt her feelings, and she seems to always know when you mean it and when you don't

Kouyou is reserved but passionate, unlikely to get on your nerves

Kouyou actually kinda likes how you can tear into someone, she likes that kind of strength in a partner

She would run a soothing hand along the nearest accessible place when you get fidgety, wanting to provide stimulation for you to hopefully settle you

Youre 4'11, shes like 5'7, so when she wants to she can use the height gap to seem more dominant, but mostly its easy not to notice, shes not the sort to joke about your height much

Kouyou also is great about your pronouns and she keeps careful track of which gendered terms you are or are not comfortable with, shes also zero tolerance for anyone else misgendering you Ever

She is the sort to scoop you up and carry you though

Shes a gift giver, expect thoughtful presents Always, from luxurious clothes to stuffies to fancy coffee related things to records

She likes to read anything you write, shes got amazing grammar if you ever wanted a beta

Dont tell her you're a pyromaniac, she Is in the mafia and Would take you to watch arson from a safe distance like its a date

Kouyou may not be a chatterbox, but she has alright social skills, and she makes up for your more standoffish nature

She is also quite touch starved, and roves her hands over you whenever youre alone, her PDA is more chaste, never exceeding hand holding or a kiss to the cheek, but alone? Her hands are always trailing over you

She has zero qualms about playing the dominant role, though for special occassions she'd switch things up

Kouyou loves to be eaten out, if thats something you came to enjoy, she'd gladly slip you under a desk or play with your hair and praise you while she sits on your face

She also isnt put off by your masochism, in fact she'd make good use of it. Expect claw marks from her nails. She never is Too rough on you because she hates to see you truly Hurt, but she definitely isnt put off by some rough play

If youre into wax, I think that would be a favorite for her, its a lot of intense senations without her needing to worry about harming you as much as she might with heavier impact play or something

Wanna be stepped on? Shes got you covered there too

She can also be really gentle though, making love to every inch of you diligently, spoiling you with lingerie or your preferred form of empowering clothing, its almost worshipful the way she kneads her fingers into sore muscles and kisses along the way

#ask #ask game #bsd matchups #kouyou

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sallymareeq · 9 months

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Entry 1

*context- i was having such a bad mental breakdown that i, as a person with sensory issues and severe anxiety, fell asleep on top of my bed fully clothed with my window wide open in the dark, but prior to that i wrote them absolute mess*

Dear Diary

i think I should write this stuff down before it eats me up inside and kills my soul, but writing hurts my hands and talking like anyone cares makes me hate myself.

I hope i never read this, i don't think it would be good for me. I hardly know what im writing but i don't care, i guess im just spilling my endless stream of thoughts, staring at the black keys, not looking up at my obvious spelling mistakes, i dont care, that red squiggly line can suck my dick.

Tomorrow i think i need to go for a walk and see the cats at rescue or maybe catch a bus so i don't get tired, that will either make me feel ok, or worse, idk yet.

I think im depressed, i dont really feel anything and i dont want to do anything anymore, i feel nothing. This isnt the sad depressed i used to feel when i was little, numb from sadness and self-hatred. This came on all on its own, or maybe the stress from school caused it. I have no idea. Im not sad, but im not anything except tired and over it, everything is a chore.

I dont like doing anything but i dont like doing nothing. i try to do things to energise myself and feel something, i go for walks thinking being outside will help my mental health, doing something, the most i feel is when i walk down the street to the servo and get junk food like iced coffe and donuts. I feel accomplished buying something, until i get home and despise myself for spending money and eating junk food, im so stressed and disappointed it sucks.

We arent poor my dad has just instilled in me a frugality which i hate, i can never be happy when i buy things no matter how much i like them and how happy they make me.

I HATE MYSELF! Thats all i can think when i spend money and yet i do every day, i cant help it. I feel bad if i dont because i think that the thing i want to buy will finally be the thing that makes me feel, but as soon as i do, i feel like shit and every time i use the thing i feel an overwhelming sense of stress over the money it cost and if it was really worth it. Money has been one of my main stressors since i was 8 or so. I refuse to think about money if i can help it because it moves me from no mood to a bad mood.

I have BPD, i know it, my parents dont want to believe it but i know it. i was right about ADHD ASD and anxiety, even through all their doubts. When i know, i know. If i dont have BPD like the ADHD and the ASD then it just means that i am fuck up of my own accord.

Im too tired to fix it so i blame it on a mental condition so i can stop trying to fix it for a bit. I can pretend i have it under control and move it to the back of my mind. Thats why im always at least a little stressed. Thats why i can cry on cue. Someday i will die of a stress-induced heart attack. My brow permanently furrowed because im too mediocre.

*jesus christ that was morbid*

#bpd #adhd #autism #mental illness #mental health #rant #writing #personal #diary #self reflecting #autistic experiences

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the1975attheirverybest · 10 months

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just because ive seen people mentioning losing friends because of the 1975, i have a collage friend group that HATES matty and cannot stand him (although they agreed with kissgate) and they would bring him up more than me basically just to talk shit which really pissed me off as i stopped bringing them up (despite them being my special interest and one of them being a smiths listener). the other friendgroup im kinda closer with now they are matty enjoyers so ive got them to watch the zane lowe interview so when anything has happened ive been like guys please can i talk about this and we have had very in depth, nuanced conversations which make me feel not insane for still being a fan. but we had a big server on discord with pretty much everyone in it and there was some argument which made things a bit cold but then collage group had said something about what matty said at fins in the other chat and i got annoyed and ranted about that (among other things) so a non-collage friend made the server into matty server and started shit posting so everyone started leaving and one of them was typing for what felt like forever and then just left after changing their name to matty healy is a racist😭 which was lowkey funny and probably just catalysing the inevitable 😭 but both groups now dont really which isnt purely because of the 1975 but it definitely played a part and now things feel sooo off between me and collage friendgroup but it might just be not seeing everyone on the daily - 🐸

Omggggggg I’m so sorryyyyy :(((( that sounds really really stressful. I matty hater friend group sound a bit too bitter to me? Like, if they’re bringing him up more than you, just to talk shit, and they know you’re a fan, like that’s not cool! And sounds rude to me.

I’m glad that the other group aren’t like that and that you feel safe sharing your enthusiasm for the 1975 with them. You’re not crazy for still being a fan! Nuanced conversations are important and sadly few and far between these days. If the thing that gets people talking more is the 1975 then that’s good!!

Idk, maybe those people aren’t usually this way, and you certainly know them more than me but changing their name to “matty healy is a racist” before leaving sounds hilarious but also kinda middle school to me lmaooo. I feel like if someone hates something/someone THAT MUCH, then they must have a morbid fascination. Or like have secretly become a fan and see in denial about it lolllll.

I really hope this doesn’t upset you though! Cuz you deserve positive relationships and for the band to be a source of happiness not friend drama :(

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jeevaschrist · 10 months

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i was hoping to ask for a bad matchup if your still open!!! if not it’s fine:>

you can call me m!

some things about me include^^

im 5’5, she/her, scorpio/infj, i struggle a lot with my sexuality:(( i also have bpd if that helps<3

i tend to be quite a quiet person if you don’t know me and it takes me a while to warm up to people. i like physical contact but only when i initiate it bc it scares me so much:(( but then im also a pussy LMAO

i have a sarcastic personality and ive always been told im a bubbly girl. i do have bad trust issues and have had quite the rough upbringing, due to that i have quite low self esteem and body image. i would also say im quite a compulsive liar, it sounds bad but it’s something i can help.

some things i actually enjoy would be reading, baking/cooking, health/biology, psychology, orthodoxy/catholicism and i am taking law in college which could be a good pointer!!! i have quite a morally grey stand on things and criminology has always interested my morbid curiosity.

look wise!!! i have short black dyed hair, brown/blue eyes (i hv heterochromia), a bumpy nose!!!, very pale skin, im rather slim but i am honestly built like an airpod😭 further on both my arms and legs r a quite scarred, ive learned to live with it but they never go unnoticed yk:( i also tend to dress rather modestly? long dresses/skirts. sometimes ill wear jeans or baggy trousers though!!!

THANKYOU SO MUCH^^

I HOPE THIS ISNT 2 MUCH😭😭😭🫶🏻

hi m! i am still open! here's that matchup :)

tbh i think yosano and you would be cute together

i've actually seen people not liking her and tbh i love her and think she's an icon, and i think you two would be so iconic together! she would take such an interest in your hobbies/interests and tbh i think you both would be up into SUCH late hours of the night discovering all you can about them. she'd understabnd the trust issues and tbh she has them too, so nothing owuld be pushed or rushed unless you both were cool with it and had talkjed about it beforehand. she'd think you're cute and would ast first struggle with the physical contact, wanting to hug you and kiss you and all that, but as soon as you state you aren't comfortable with it and she understands, she'd be the type to be super respectful and scream at ppl who get too close but don't touch you. yosano can see through lies like she can see through windows so lying to her and getting away with it would be hard. and she'd be the type to hype you up a bunch so she would definitely support you there as well! i think you two would be cute together <3

a/n: BUILT LIKE AN AIRPOD PLS THAT'S SO CLEVER- njsnnf i love this sm

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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Do you think c! Quackity are skilled on the mastering of "necessary convincing" on a person? And man the stream yesterday was so intense dark theme.

hello !

this is testament of how behind i am in asks, haha, considering this was sent basically at the beginning of q’s visits and it’s been ,, uh ,, several months since then ASJKFLJAS - but im going to try to answer it now while pretending that we dont have months proving that c!quackity is very willing to do whatever the hell it takes to get the revive book from someone.

i think that the ,, technicalities? of the torture were never an issue - everyone in the dream smp universe has to know how to use a weapon in its most basic form, after all, just to defend themselves from mobs and stuff, tho some people are clearly more adept at using them than others. torture is ultimately just hurting someone until they do what you want them to do (way oversimplified, but this definition works here) - physically, if you’re able to kill a zombie, there’s functionally little different with inflicting harm on a defenseless unarmed human with no means of defending themselves.

the real challenge, as with most things in the minecraft roleplay, comes from the mental side - how far is c!quackity really willing to go? obviously he *can* hurt someone, but doing so also tends to go against a lot of our most basic instincts as humans. defying that becomes the real question to consider - and c!quackity, in his increased willingness to hurt not only c!dream, but everyone as he’s manipulated people more and used people more for his own gain in the last few months, seems to providing as much of an answer as we’re going to get.

this obviously isnt to say that he isn’t conflicted, or that he’s pure evil !! but c!quackity, by his own admission, seems to hold little trust for other people and ideals anymore. his main goal is Las Nevadas and whatever he needs to make it great - anything and everything else is either a means to his end or an obstacle in his way. i dont doubt that there are chinks to this mindset to exploit, things that he cares about enough to take his single-minded focus off of Las Nevadas. as of now, though, i don’t think that torturing c!dream and the violence it’ll require of him will be that breaking point.

anyway, have a really dark snippet exploring c!quackity some more !! he’s really fun to write, though i don’t think i’ve really mastered his voice yet - practice makes perfect, i guess. heed the warnings and hope you enjoy!

tw: torture, abuse, blood, injuries, branding, violence, death mention, abuse apologism, mental deterioration, dark content, dark imagery, very dark portrayal of c!quackity, pandora’s vault/prison arc

There’s a certain learning curve that comes with torturing someone.

It sounds obvious, thinking back, as much as it sounds morbid as all hell, but it’s not like he’s in any position to judge. Quackity swipes another stack of iron from a chest, momentarily grumbling about the cost, before melting down three ingots for the blade of his next axe. He could just do it in a crafting table, but there’s a degree of calm in the monotony of doing it all by hand, slowly watching as the iron begins to glow red hot in the heat of the furnace and then hammering it into shape on his anvil. He hadn’t been good at it before, had let Sapnap do the majority of the smithing for the three of them in the past, but. Well.

When you’re eating through several sets of iron tools a week, either from bending them out of shape against unforgiving obsidian or melting the blades past saving in lava or burning them all entirely, when he’s too tired to be bothered cleaning off the blood and simply chucks the used tools after a session into the molten rock outside the cell, you kind of have to figure out how to make your own shit so others don’t get suspicious.

He beats the metal into a block, humming softly over the clangs of his hammer. There’s definitely a learning curve to crafting weapons, too - he’s pretty proud of the ones that he can make, now, even though he’s still no good at any of the fancier furnishings and finishes (nor does he particularly care about them). Figuring out how to torture someone effectively was a similarly slow process - finding their limits and how far to push before something, inevitably, gives. He hadn’t exactly handled it the best in the first few visits, usually retching into the nearest wastebasket at the smell, at the feeling of blood coating his fingertips, at the screams ringing incessantly in his head. It wasn’t all that long before he forwent sleep altogether, devoting all of his time on paperwork and calls and anything that would deafen the cries that would’ve haunted him otherwise. He was no good with his tools, either - more than a few times, in those early visits, did he end up slicing too deep or going too far and needing to cut the session short for Sam to come in and administer health pots before Dream died and rendered all of their efforts useless.

(Sapnap had been the one to first teach him how to wield an axe, correcting his stance and his grip with gentle, calloused hands. He remembers them training on the newly laid dirt surface of Mexican L’manburg, sweat dripping down his neck from the sun beating against their heavy armor, Sap laughing at his unbalanced, heavy-armed swings and demonstrating with his own weapon, movements fluid and graceful as if it was an extension of his own arm. In the cell, he thinks of Sapnap’s voice, firm in his focus - feet at least shoulder width apart, hands braced on the axe handle, left sitting just above the end and the right just a few inches below the head - and swings.)

It had been...a process. A bloody, often painful process - his hands are calloused, now, in ways they never were before, from the constant handling of his many tools. His back aches constantly from bending over, and his shirt - more often splattered with blood than not - now bears some permanent pink stains that he can’t get out no matter how hard he tries. (The laundry, he thinks wryly, had been a hell of a learning process as well.) He picks up the metal with a pair of tongs, easing it back under the fire’s heat until it glows a soft pink, and then places it back onto the anvil to work - slowly beating the metal into shape.

He’s had to learn a lot. The lessons are fascinating, in a gruesome, morbid sort of way. He’d brought a brand the other day, painstakingly carved into a fancy, curlicued Q all on his own, used in his work at Las Nevadas originally to finish furnishing a few pieces of leather furniture he had scattered around the city. As Dream struggled under him, skin blackening under the white-hot metal, he’d immersed himself in the sight, far more similar to his past leatherwork than he might’ve originally expected. He almost wanted to do it again, just to compare, but the stress of it all had been enough to knock the prisoner into shock, which had put a significant damper on the rest of his visit. He watches the iron glow contemplatively from his anvil, not nearly as hot as he works at it.

Another dip in the furnace later, it’s heated just enough to work out the finishings, and he carefully knocks the ends into a blade. Picking it up with a pair of tongs, he holds it up to a nearby piece of glowstone, grinning at the finished axe head. There’s still quite a bit to do, technically - he still needs to sharpen it along with the other ones he’s finished, as well as fasten them to their handles, but even so - it looks good. He examines it, back and front, against the light. It’s probably his best one yet.

Quackity smiles to himself as he puts it down with the rest, pulling out his calendar from behind him and carefully marking another red X over the date. Learning to torture someone takes a hell of a lot of time, but. Well.

He has all the time in the world.

#tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw death #tw injury #tw violence #tw branding #tw abuse apologism #tw mental deterioration #tw dark content #tw dark imagery #c!quackity critical #not really but i digress #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks

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sir-sunny · 3 years

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Okay, thanks a bunch! Here's some more:

-Celeste wears red eye contacts. Her natural eye colour is dark brown

-Nagito is v e r y skinny because his illnesses often make him feel too sick to eat, so when he actually feels well enough to keep something down, he tends to go overboard

-Kokichi is a habitual thumb sucker, which he tries to hide from people because it ruins his supreme leader image

-Ibuki has ADHD and physically cannot sit still otherwise it stresses her out

-Akane's favourite type of clothing is small and revealing because it lets her move about more easily (but she will still wear stuff like pants and jackets as shown by her anniversary outfit)

-(Less so a headcanon and more of an Imagine scenario) Sonia and Byakuya like to discuss serial killers and real crime dramas in their spare time. Sonia is like, one of the only people in the world who's able to talk to Byakuya on the same level because she's a literal princess and Byakuya lowkey hates it

(If I have anymore I'll send them your way!)

ooooo these are all rly good!! hope u dont mind if i add on to a couple akskhdg

i definitely see that. i hc that her long hair also isnt real (actually i think thats canon based on some official art) celeste's morning routine is,,, arduous to say the least

yeah i like the think that nagito becomes good friends with mikan post game because he tends to spend a lot of time in the er. she's very helpful when it comes to gving him medication and advice and tips to help his eating :)

oh ibuki for SURE has every tic in the book, she never stops moving. shes always tapping her foot or her fingers or nodding her head or swaying her body or shaking her knee, the list goes on

also wow i forgot that byakuya also has a morbid intrest in serial killers and crime. come to think of it, those two would get along. also yeah akdknd

sonia: oh wow ive never heard of this case!

byakuya: hmph, makes sense coming from a commoner

sonia: im literally a princess

byakuya: oh yeah..

#askdjhd #thank u for sharing these!#asks #anon #dr #dr hcs #food mention #sunny speaks

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luxwritings · 4 years

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!!! Hello hello, your blog looks so neat already!!! May I request Kakyoin, Mista, Joseph, Bruno, and Rohan with what they'd be like on a first date? Like, where would they go, how nervous would they be, that kinda thing. Thank you so much, and remember to stay hydrated!! 🧡✨

Hi!! Of course! Thank you so so much for requesting, and thanks for the reminder:) Hope these were to your liking!

Reader: g/n

Kakyoin, Mista, Joseph, Bruno, and Rohan first date HC’s

Kakyoin

Kak would be so nervous thinking about where to take you and what to do, even asking you out was nervewracking enough. His ideal date is maybe staying inside and doing something, enjoying eachothers company or such, but he knows it isnt a good idea for a first one. He overthinks it so much, but eventually settles on an arcade date.

Though it’s canon he does have experience in video games, he thinks the arcade is a fun place too, and it’s care free since you wont run out of things to do. For when the time comes when he actually takes you, all those hours before that he’s nervously pacing around his room daydreaming about winning you a plushie or teaching you how to play certain games

He easily unwinds though. He was nervous before the date but once he sees your smiling face at those bright and vibrant arcade games, his worries goes away. Its you, how could he go wrong?

Kak gets embarrassed at how many times you catch him zoning out or staring at your face while you play certain games. He thinks how you look so focused is the most adorable thing to ever exist. If he could take a picture of that and keep it forever, he would

You end up spending more time at the arcade than what you were originally planning. Although he’s a sweet boy, mans DOES NOT hold back when it comes to competitive games. He wants to show off, he wouldn’t go easy:)

Mista

Mista LOVES a good ol’ movie theatre date. He’s lowkey so cheesy but coming from him you disregard that.

He wouldn’t be that nervous before the date actually, Mista likes to think that hes smooth af with dates.

When you show up though, in your outfit that shows your form and hair that instantly makes you look even more attractive than he thought you could ever be, he’s all of a sudden nervous and fidgety

“[Name], you look so goddamn good!!”, he wipes sweat off his forehead and reverts his eyes to the floor. You reach up your hand and give him a little pinch on the cheek before you realize that the movie’s gonna start soon, and you spent too much time swooning over eachother.

Hes a typical gentlemen, so he’ll buy you as many concessions as you want, no mercy. You two giggle over the fact that you’re late to the silly chicflic he chose, practically no seats left, and how the people around you give you nasty looks.

As you two get settled next to eachother in the dim movie theatre light, it’s hard to fully focus on the movie. Mista has the best smelling cologne. You didn’t even realize that until you were sitting so close to eachother. It’s a really comforting smell, really, when you’re with Mista, you’re instantly so comfortable. You both dont even remember if you were nervous to begin with. Laughing along and giggling to the movie, hands occasionally brushing over eachother, your worries are just fully gone. Such a stupid film, but such a fun date.

When he drops your off, you leave a biiig fat red lipstick mark on the side of his face(If you do wear lipstick). He swears he never wants to wipe it off.

Joseph

Joseph would love to take you to the zoo. He thinks you’re never too old enough to have some quality fun admiring encaged animals.

Although he has a cheerful, carefree exterior, he would be nervous! He really wants to make sure you’ll be satisfied and happy. He kind of doubts his date idea but trusts you enough that you’d like it nonetheless.

And you do like it! Joseph makes the zoo way more fun than you went as a kid. Sometimes he’ll get so excited over certain animals that hes dragging you to the next exhibit. When things calm down a bit though, and you’re simply strolling hand in hand around the aquarium area, things are comfortably calming.

“Look at that stingray, [Name], doesn’t it look like Caesar-chan?”

When you’re not paying attention, he moves to give you a quick peck on the cheek, and you smile huge. You notice during this date that he’s quite bubbly, and cherish it for that moment. A thought passes you that if you and Joseph got more serious, he’d be like that more often. Your sudden thoughts made you blush, and Joseph was quick to notice.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

You shake your head and squeeze his hand in response.

Joseph makes loving so easy. He’s really all you could ever want in someone. The fun, the seriousness, the strength, the himbo, a date anywhere with Joseph is more enjoyable than you could even imagine.

Bruno

Bruno’s not really nervous actually, he knows he wants to take you on a really nice dinner date, that’s for sure. He tells you the exact time he’s picking you up, and he comes SHARP. His typical suit suddenly looks like it fit way nicer than it did before. You swear Bruno looks ethereal.

When you arrive there, it’s a really nice restaurant. It’s quite fancy, but not too fancy, it’s fit enough for a first date. You two share a bottle of wine and hold hands above the table. As you two go over some conversation topics, he carreses your hand and gives occasional squeezes while maintaining eye contact.

Bruno wants to know every single detail about you that he doesn’t already know. He asks many things to get to know you more, and you ask them back, of course.

He doesn’t really enjoy talking about himself as much, but if you insist. You end up learning a lot about his childhood and learning about his gang. He doesn’t want you to know about the brutal and morbid side of it, but he’ll happily talk about his friends. The way his face lights up when he speaks about Abba, Fugo, Nara, GioGio, and Mista is truly adorable. You feel like you knew all of them personally without even having to meet them.

A first date with Bruno is really really amazing. You express how much you enjoyed it, and he gives you a solid promise he’ll take you to every fancy restaurant like that in Italy, too.

Rohan

I think Rohan would like to take you to a local café. He’s not too stressed about it, he likes to think that he should know better than to be anxious over a simple date.

Rohan is totally laid back about that stuff. You dont come in with certain expectations, and neither does he. A nice chat over coffee is all that you would want from him.

Talking to him is, like, really fun. He teases you so much and you, of course, tease him back. I don’t think he would go well with someone who couldn’t handle at least some light teasing.

You talk about his manga, his drawings, etc. There is something that does make him nervous though. In his mind, he’s been really wanting to draw you or sketch you out. He thinks your face is so beautiful that he wants to even draw it out. Though... he doesn’t know how to ask. At all. It seriously makes him anxious. He realizes though, that this is a perfect opportunity to ask you. The lighting is beautiful in the café, and he adores how you look with the perfect angle of light hitting your face.

For some reason you can’t stop giggling when he keeps trying to tell you to stay still for his drawing. You’re just so excited and happy to get to spend that kind of time with him, especially getting drawn! He joins in laughing with you, and teases you a bit along the way.

The finished product is absolutely gorgeous, and so well done. You almost forgot how goddamn talented your Rohan was. He’s a bit nervous waiting for your reaction, and lightens the mood by saying something like “Some of it is a bit messy since you wouldn’t stop moving, [Name]!”

First date with Rohan is an absolute success. He doesn’t let you keep the drawing, though. He tells you it’s just for portfolio purposes, secretly he just wants another way to look at your face.

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You Better, You Better, You Bet - Chapter 9

As Long as You’re Mine

Ron Speirs x Juliet Fletcher

Summary: Juliet Fletcher reaches a breaking point in her life. When she is at her absolute lowest, she meets Ron Speirs, and something happens between them that neither of them will ever forget.

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“Okay, how does this sound?” Juliet asked Ron, who sat on her bed as she put together her story of the trial. He was careful not to recline, lest he disturb her pages of notes carefully organized atop the quilt. “Meredith Fisher confessed to the murder of six-year-old Peggy Lee in front of the courtroom before her trial began. Mrs. Fisher was arrested and charged with the murder in September of last year. Her lawyer, Mr. Harvey Cooper, originally planned to plead not guilty, but in a shocking turn of events, Mrs. Fisher herself admitted to the jury she killed Peggy Lee before even opening arguments could be made.”

“I’d read that,” Ron replied.

Juliet huffed and looked around her room at the Blue Boar. Papers littered the floor, pens were nowhere to be found, and her typewriter was mocking her. Now that the trial was finished - with such a dramatic twist - she was hard at work, trying to ensure she reported it just right. An impossible task, it felt like.

“Okay, but would you read it because I’m your girlfriend or because of the writing?” she asked.

“The writing,” he told her. “It’s simple, it explains everything.”

“It feels a bit long for the lead,” she said. “Perhaps I should put the bit about her arrest in the nut graph.”

“That does feel more like background information,” he agreed.

She pulled a pencil from behind her ear, scratched out the sentence, and began again. “So, it’d go like this - Meredith Fisher confessed to the murder of six-year-old Peggy Lee in front of the courtroom before her trial began. Her lawyer - I’m gonna take out his name and have that later - so, Her lawyer originally planned to plead not guilty, but in a shocking turn of events, Mrs. Fisher admitted to the jury she killed Peggy Lee before even opening arguments could be made. Then I’ll go into when she was arrested, the details of the murder, then the evidence the prosecution had prepared, and finish with her sentencing date. How’s that?”

“I think it’s perfect,” he said.

She chewed her lip. “Should I use the word shocking? I don’t want to tell the readers how to feel.”

“When she confessed, what was the first thing you heard?” he asked.

“Gasps,” she answered.

“There’s your shock,” he said.

Juliet had to concede that point. Ron almost didn’t believe her when she told him the story. The judge had barely gotten the words “How do you plead?” out before Meredith let out a wail like wounded animal and confessed to the whole gruesome thing. She sobbed that she was sorry, but she knew she had to be punished. She wasn’t safe. And truthfully, Juliet felt bad for her. It was truly one of the most pitiful things she’d ever witnessed.

But the one thing Juliet could never forget, the image that would stick with her for all her days, was the look on Peggy Lee’s parents’ faces. The Lees watched, dignified, proud, yet misty eyed as the person who killed their daughter begged for mercy. Their grief was profoundly felt, despite their stately manner. They said nothing. They did nothing. And they spoke to no one upon their exit from the courtroom.

“Jules?”

Ron’s voice brought her back to the present, his hand on her shoulder making her turn to look at him.

“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “Just...it’s so unfair. If anyone had a right to be screaming and crying it was the parents.”

“They must be very English,” he said.

“Oh, they were proper English,” she agreed. “Stiff upper lips and all. The mother did at one point hide her face in the father’s arm, but other than that, they were stoic.”

“Thinking about including that in your story?” he wondered.

“God, no,” she replied. “I’ll mention that they were there and offered no comments, but this isn’t that kind of article.”

“Just the facts, huh?”

“As usual.”

“Juliet.”

“Yeah?”

“The article’s gonna be great,” he said.

“How can you be so sure?” she asked.

“Because you care this much,” he said. He accentuated the point with a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ve got a staff meeting. Are you alright here?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for being so patient with me.”

He kissed her again. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you later, Ron,” she returned.

With that, he left. Juliet started trying to condense the lead again, still feeling like it was too long. There had to be a better summary. But it was a lot to try and fit into one sentence, so she resigned herself to making it more than one line. She hadn’t chosen a headline yet, either, but she usually liked to write the article first. That way she could pick out the singular most newsworthy part and headline with that. As she organized further, the phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Juliet, it’s Lottie.”

“Hey, Lottie, how are you?” Juliet asked.

“Fine, same as usual,” Lottie returned. “Otis just rang and told me about the trial. I hope you’re hard at work.”

“Absolutely,” Juliet assured her. “I’ve nearly got the lead down. I’ve just got to get the facts organized. I’m thinking of doing a follow up story about the shortcomings of Operation Pied Piper, since Cooper’s little tidbit did prove to be true.”

Sad as it was, Harvey Cooper was right. There was no process for vetting the families agreeing to take the children. The committee had been in such a hurry to evacuate, they had not even considered that some children could end up in more danger than they were at home in the cities. Juliet found the whole thing fascinating, and it could open up a conversation about war time protocol - be meticulous or swift?

“I think that’ll be fine,” Lottie said. “But have you gotten any war news? I know I wasn’t enthusiastic about it initially, but you’re the only reporter I’ve got with the Airborne.”

Juliet bit her lip. While the prospect of war news had originally driven her to accept the Peggy Lee story, she found herself conflicted about it now. Her relationship with Ron threw a wrench in it.

“I think it’s a conflict of interest for me to cover the Airborne,” she said.

She could practically hear Lottie’s eyes roll. “Oh, come on, Juliet, don’t be absurd.”

“It isn’t right, Lottie!” Juliet insisted. “I’m in an intimate relationship with one of the soldiers, there’s no freeing me from bias there.”

“You could use it to your advantage,” Lottie said. “Obviously, you can’t use him as a source, but couldn’t he lead you to the right person?”

“I can’t ask that of him,” Juliet said. “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

“What wrong idea?”

It was something Juliet had already put a lot of thought into. As badly as she wanted to cover the war - and it did seem like things were ramping up even more in Aldbourne - she was hesitant. She had actually considered asking Ron for a source and then immediately hated herself for it. She would not use her relationship to get ahead in her job. She couldn’t. It just wasn’t right, simple as that.

“That I’m using him,” Juliet explained. “If I ask him to get me a source, he might worry that it’s the reason I entered the relationship, and that’s not the case.”

Lottie sighed. “So, you just want to give up on covering the war?”

“I didn’t say that,” Juliet returned. “I’d be happy to cover something else once I get back to London, but-”

“Forget it,” Lottie cut across her. “Just focus on the trial for now and then Pied Piper, if that’s what you want.”

“Lottie -”

“Good afternoon, Juliet,” Lottie said harshly, hanging up before Juliet could protest any further.

She sighed, hanging up as well, and sitting back in her chair. She had a feeling the conversation wasn’t quite over, but she’d hear more about it on her next trip home. For now, she wanted to focus on what happened at the trial. The sentencing would be in another few weeks, so she needed to get this done.

***

Ron was right of course. The article was published and the London Pursuit sold the most copies it had in years. It surprised Juliet a little, but perhaps people were tired of war news and what better than a dramatic murder trial for a change of pace? It was morbid, sure, but Juliet knew she’d handled it as well as she could.

Lottie called, absolutely elated by the circulation numbers. And honestly, Juliet was thrilled too. She found Ron later that day and leapt into his arms as a display of her unmitigated excitement. She’d done it, and done it well! It was cause for celebration. So they went to London for the weekend - staying with Nancy of course, since she would have had a fit at missing an opportunity to see Ron - and they went to a nice dinner, champagne and everything. Juliet could hardly believe her luck. Everything was going so perfectly.

And that night, as they lay together in the afterglow, she looked at his face and knew she loved him. The kind of love she read about in books and poetry. The kind that crooners sang about on the radio. She’d found it. It was scary enough to admit to herself, but she determined that she would - one day soon if the opportunity presented itself - admit it to him.

He caught her gazing at him.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she replied. “I’m just happy you’re mine.”

***

The sentencing hearing was not as interesting as the trial itself, but Juliet was relieved to report that Meredith Fisher was going to prison for life. There would be no chance for parole, either. So justice was served.

However, Juliet couldn’t help but notice the look on Mr. Lee’s face. Mrs. Lee had not come for the sentencing, so it was just father. When the judge announced Meredith’s fate, Mr. Lee only closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He nodded, put a hand over his heart, and inhaled again. A single tear rolled down his cheek. It made Juliet look away so that he could have that moment for himself. To take in whatever feelings came to him. To remember Peggy and take some solace in that her killer was going away.

“I thought I’d be happier,” Juliet told Ron as they prepared for bed that night back at the Blue Boar. “But it still just feels...rotten.”

“Nothing can bring the girl back,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I know,” she replied. “But I just....I suppose you’re right. What else could anyone have hoped for in this situation?”

“Right,” he agreed.

“I’m also grateful we didn’t have to hear that lawyer make that ridiculous argument in a courtroom,” she said. “I don’t think I could bear the looks on the parents’ faces at that.”

“That would have been awful,” he said.

“Even so, it feels rather anticlimactic,” she said. “Especially for the prosecution who spent months putting everything together.”

“They still got the result they wanted,” he pointed out. “So what does it matter?

She shrugged at that. She still felt unsatisfied, as if there was something more to be done. Even though logically, she knew there wasn’t. She would write an update for the paper, and that would really be the end of it. That was when it hit her. What was really upsetting her was that now that this was over, there was no more reason for her to be in Aldbourne. Especially now that she didn’t want to cover the Airborne. It meant that she would go home to London, in turn reducing her time with Ron significantly. And that was a dreadful thought.

***

“What do you mean you aren’t coming back to London?” Lottie cried through the phone. “What about the Pied Piper story?”

“I reckon it can wait,” Juliet said, entirely unconvincing, but she hoped Lottie was buying it. Her reasons for remaining in Aldbourne had nothing to do with her job and everything to do with the man she was in love with. “And maybe with some time, I can find my own sources on war news.”

Lottie remained silent for several minutes. “So, you’ve just changed your mind all of a sudden about covering the Airborne?”

“Not completely,” Juliet lied. “I...I’m just not sure I’m quite finished here. And what if there’s something else about the Peggy Lee story that comes up? I could -”

“Give it a rest, Juliet,” Lottie groaned. “I know you want to stay for your boyfriend.”

“That’s not -”

Lottie cut across her protests. “Please do not insult my intelligence by suggesting otherwise. You want to be near him.”

“You don’t sound quite as sympathetic as I hoped,” Juliet said, giving in.

“You have a life in London, Juliet!” Lottie reminded her harshly. “You have a job to do, your mother is here, and you want to put everything on hold for some man?”

“He’s not just some man!” Juliet argued indignantly. “He’s...different from any man I’ve ever known. And what we have means more to me than anything I’ve ever known.”

She glanced down at the necklace that sparkled against her skin. A constant reminder of how much she meant to him as well.

“Oh, come off of your cloud, will you?” Lottie snapped.

“Lottie,” Juliet said seriously. “The whole time I was with Arthur, did you ever know me to put him before work? Or my family?”

“No, so why is this Ron fellow -”

“Because it is different,” Juliet emphasized. “This is it, Lottie. He’s the one.”

That seemed to stump her. “Has he...proposed?”

“No, he hasn’t,” Juliet said. “I don’t even care if he does.”

Lottie scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t just carry on living in sin.”

Juliet rolled her eyes. “Could you please pay attention to what's important here? There’s a man in my life who I genuinely see a happy future with and I just...I want to focus on that. Is that so wrong?”

“I suppose not,” Lottie sighed, and Juliet inwardly celebrated a moment of victory. “But I can’t pay you if you aren’t working. At least be making the proper phone calls to follow this Pied Piper story. Conduct interviews of other families there who have taken in children from the cities. Part of the story is there if you know where to look.”

“No problem,” Juliet said. “You’ll be glad to know I’ve already begun. I’ve got an interview with the Barnes family next week, who are housing a little girl. I’ll ask them about how the process went for them.”

“Perfect,” Lottie said. She paused for a beat. “And, Juliet?”

“Yes?”

“I really am happy for you.”

Juliet smiled softly. “Thank you, Lottie.”

***

Spring fully thawed the winter out by the time April arrived. Aldbourne was rather charming in bloom. But Juliet wasn’t sure if it was the flowers or that she was in love. She found herself humming a lot more than she used to - these days she didn’t even need food to start a merry tune in the back of her throat. She had more energy, despite spending rather long nights in Ron’s arms. And she found her enthusiasm for work - even though her priority shifted - a great deal easier to come by as well.

The interview with the Barnes family went splendidly. They were also housing a couple of lieutenants from the Airborne, though they were not in Ron’s company. Juliet only exchanged brief greetings with them, as they were heading to work just as she was entering the house. She nearly melted at the connection they had formed with the girl - Ann - which was clear in their goodbyes to her for the day. She seemed particularly close to the tall redhead.

Juliet told Ron about it that evening over drinks.

“Yeah, that’s Winters and Welsh,” he told her. “Good officers.”

“Do they spend much time here?” she wondered, indicating the Blue Boar.

“Welsh does, but Winters doesn’t drink,” he said. “He spends most nights there with the family.”

“I can tell,” she said. “I mean, it was seriously precious. She hugged his knees and he patted her on the head and I think I fell a little bit in love with him for a moment.”

He scoffed. “Good luck, I think he has a girlfriend.”

“Has he?” she questioned.

“Yeah, the nurse,” he said. “She works for the regiment.”

“You lot have your own nurse?”

“She’s got some connection to Colonel Sink,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve never actually met her.”

“And what about the other chap?” she asked. “Welsh?”

“He’s engaged,” he told her. “Her name’s Kitty.”

“You know that but not the name of the nurse?” she questioned.

“I only know because Harry never shuts up about her,” he said. “The whole regiment knows at this point. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Krauts knew.”

She giggled. “I think that’s sweet.”

“It’s obnoxious.”

“You mean, you don’t brag about me to the whole regiment?” she teased. “Romance is dead.”

“Sorry for your loss,” he retorted as he took a swig of his drink.

“Not as sorry as I am,” she returned. “Now I’ll have to spend God knows how many hours in mourning.”

“At least you look good in black,” he said.

“My saving grace,” she agreed with a smile. She paused for a beat. “Seriously, you don’t talk about me at all?”

“I do if you come up,” he told her.

“And what do you say?” she wondered.

“Whatever’s relevant,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“I prefer not to broadcast my personal life,” he said. “All they need to know is that you’re mine.”

She smiled as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “That’s true.”

***

April was drawing to a close. Juliet stood in her room, preparing to go and interview another Aldbourne family about their process in fostering a child from London. These interviews were restoring the bit of faith she’d lost in covering Peggy’s story because most of the families were very kind, and doted on the children. They were proud of doing what they could to ensure the future of England. And the children were mostly happy. What happened to Peggy was a tragedy and an outlier.

She was just getting ready to leave when Ron entered her room. A grim shadow of doubt on his features made her smile disappear as fast as it had come. Something was wrong. He definitely had bad news.

“We’re moving out,” he told her.

She had expected this at some point, but she still blinked in surprise. Her shoulders drooped as the reality of it percolated through her.

“Oh,” she said. “Well...when?”

He hesitated. “This is off the record -”

She scowled at him, momentarily offended that he felt the need to clarify.

“Everything between us is protected, Ron,” she said sharply. “You and I are always off the record unless stated otherwise.”

“Sorry,” he said quickly, picking up on her tone. “I know that, I just -”

“When?” she demanded again.

“End of May,” he said. “I don’t know when we’ll be back.”

The if hung in the air, but remained unsaid. This was it. The moment she had been dreading since she met him. Well, maybe not that long, but since they had started getting to know each other there in Aldbourne. The war was taking him from her, like it took everything.

“I see…” she trailed off, her annoyance easing up. That was sooner than she had hoped and she didn’t want to waste any precious time being angry at him. “Um...where - wait, I can’t ask you that.” She bit her lip. “When - oh, no, you’ve just told me, that’s right -”

“Juliet.”

“Yes?”

“Wait for me.”

Once again, Ron failed to disappoint her. Despite all the reassurance, she worried that when they shipped out, he would take the opportunity to break it off with her. Instead, he was asking - in his way - for a commitment from her. She held his gaze for a long moment, waiting for him to say more. But he didn’t.

“You really want to stay together?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said assuredly.

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed, and she threw herself into his arms for a kiss.

He returned the kiss with enthusiasm, his lips fiery and desperate against hers. As if he were leaving the following morning instead of a couple of weeks. But Juliet wanted the intensity. She wanted to savor every touch, every kiss, every moment she had before he was gone. She also wanted to let him know that she absolutely would wait for him. She would do anything he asked of her. She just wanted him. Forever, if possible. And if the war robbed her of that, she would at least have the memories of kisses like these. Of nights in his arms. Of his unwavering dedication to her.

***

The arrangements were made for Juliet to return to London once Ron and the rest of the Airborne were off. On his final morning in Aldbourne, they of course made love again, only it was the after that they relished even more. Juliet etched into her brain the feeling of his embrace, the warmth of his skin, the sound of his voice. She wished desperately that she could freeze time and hold onto him for just a little longer. She had found something so wonderful and now it was being dragged away from her.

“Jules,” he said, voice low as if there might be someone listening on the other side of the door.

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to France,” he said.

She blinked and adjusted her position so she could look him in the face. “France?”

He nodded. “I wanted you to know.”

She couldn’t explain why that felt more intimate than anything they had just done in her bed.

“Why tell me now?” she asked, curious.

He swallowed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, but his arm gave her shoulders a squeeze.

“Trust,” he said.

She pressed her lips tenderly to his chest to let him know how much she appreciated his trust. There was no longer a need to specify on or off the record. His statements were privileged. Anything he told her would remain between them.

For a fleeting moment, she considered telling him right then that she loved him. Because if he was going to France, there was a chance he would never come back. And shouldn’t he know just in case? But her heart told her to play it safe. If she didn’t tell him now, perhaps whatever power there was would protect him enough so that she could say it later. If there were still things left to be said, hopefully that would keep him alive.

There were no guarantees, of course. All they had was each other and their promise.

That afternoon, the trucks began rumbling out of Aldbourne. Juliet walked Ron as far as she was allowed. Her chest felt tight as the impending goodbye hung in the air. She hated this. It was too painful. How could it be that the very war that brought them together would also be the reason for their parting? What was fair about that? Nothing, that’s what.

A kiss from Ron drew her out of her thoughts. He held her firmly against him, almost as if he were afraid she would disappear right out of his grasp. When they parted, they were both breathless.

“Be careful,” she said.

His eyes searched hers. “You too.”

Her brain was practically screaming at her to tell him now just what she felt. But she was too afraid. Too afraid it would doom him. Too afraid he wouldn’t say it back. Or even worse, say it only because of the passionate nature of the moment. It had to be when they weren’t so desperate. When they really meant it because whatever was coming was not a threat.

“I’ll write,” she told him.

“I’ll respond when I can,” he returned.

She nodded. Her throat was dry and thick. The lack of tears in her eyes surprised her. How could she not be crying when she could feel her heart breaking so badly? She kissed him again. Just to prolong the last moment where he was only hers.

“Stay safe,” she told him.

He nodded.

With one last kiss, they said goodbye without saying it. Juliet went to the train station and headed home to London. And Ron went to war.

#band of brothers #ron speirs #juliet fletcher #ron speirs x ofc #hbo war #you better you better you bet series #Easy Company #band of brothers fic #hbo war fic

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📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂📂 (or as many as you want to answer)

I count 32 folder emojis so you get 32 headcanons. A moment of silence for everyones dashboards, bc im too lazy to add a read-more line.

When Gwen became queen, she decided that they could get a different servant to wake them up so as to let merlin sleep in. George is an early bird, so he is happy to wake them up most mornings (except in special circumstances like birthdays or whatever, then merlin will surprise them with breakfast in bed)

Lancelot was young when bandits killed his family/village, and spent most of childhood and formative years on the streets as an orphan

Gwaine is pan

Sometimes, merlin will use his animation magic to bring balinors dragon statue to life. He'll sit there in his room, watching it eagerly fly in circles overhead. He named it Flappy

As an extension of the previous point, Merlin is really bad at naming things. The name "aithusa" only came to him bc of dragonlord magic. For example, upon catching/killing a rat in arthurs chambers, he named it "Ratravaine"

Gwen, on the other hand, spends a whole day nervously agonizing over what to name something. Elyan caught a caterpillar and asked Gwen what it should be called, but this only drew her into a week-long crisis. By the time she decided on the name "Wilbur", Elyan had already released it back into the wild

Ygraine and Nimueh definitely had a gay thing back in their teenage years, and ygraine was definitely bi, and nimueh definitely used to tease uther about how she hecked his wife before he did

Arthur is a dog person

Percival is afraid of deep water and also doesnt know how to swim. But after elyans lake funeral, percival became determined to learn - perhaps it was merely a coincidence, or perhaps out of some morbid desire to one day wade out into the lake and feel closer to his fallen friend

Arthurs love language is gift giving. Gwaine, leon, and lancelot are acts of service. Merlin and Gwen are words of affirmation. Percival is quality time. Elyan is physical touch

Post season 3, Morgana grew to hate flowers because they reminded her too much or Gwen, but could never bring herself to crush/destroy them

Arthur has a lactose intolerance, but since no one knew what that was back then, no one thought to tell him to stop eating dairy

Pre-canon, Gwaine and Tristan/Isolde worked together on some smuggling gigs

Gwen, Merlin, and Arthur meet up with Tristan to visit Isolde's grave and pay their respects once a year

Tristan turned down Arthurs offer of knighthood, but does come to help out whenever they need it. He makes no secret that merlin is his favorite

Post-canon, Merlin is THE pokemon card collector. Like. He keeps binders full of them. Doesnt trade or compete in card games/tournaments, though. He just likes to look at them

Percival is an artist. As a kid he didnt have any art supplies, but he used to carve amazing sketches into the dirt using sticks. Knowing this, Lancelot bought him a box of paints using his first Knight WageTM

On his deathbed, Percival asked Merlin to fetch his paint box. The paints had long since run out, but he kept the box as a comfort, and as a reminder of all the friends he had lost. He holds it to his chest as he lets out his final breath. Merlin buries him with the box in hand

George is left-handed

During council meetings, Gwen and Merlin will make faces at each other when no one is looking

Merlin actually hates the color gold, for reasons you can probably imagine

Merlin starts season 1 at the age of 17, is 27 by season 5, and 1500+ by the end of the series

Post-canon, Merlin has begun studying robotics in the hopes of one day creating an ai sophisticated enough to be his companion. After all, a well-maintained machine wont die as quickly or easily as a human would

Gwen's favorite color is purple/lilac

Leon suffers from insomnia and also has major PTSD

You know the "Siblings Song" by Brian David Gilbert? That but with Leon, Elyan, and Gwen (leon being the oldest brother, obviously)

Merlin will pack-bond with anything. He once painted a face onto Arthurs chair, named it Mr. Seat, and forbade arthur from sitting on it. Gwen played along, and under her orders Mr. Seat was placed in the vaults

Gwen is poly, but knows that arthur isnt as comfortable with open relationships so she doesnt pursue anything polyamorous out of a respect for his boundaries

Everyone thinks mordred is innocent bc he's the Baby Of The Family, but he actually curses worse than a sailor. And his curses are creative too. He did spend some time working with slavers, after all

Theres this one noble who used to bully servants, even bullied gwen and Merlin. So when gwen became queen, thereby outranking the noble, she was all "ooooh ive been waiting a long time for this" and gave up half of the noble's land to the nearby villages. Merlin wouldve preferred she punch that bastard in the nose, but she insists this way is much more effective (it is)

Between the stone dog, the dragon in the flames spell, and the horse in the smoke spell, Merlins favorite type of magic is animation magic. He likes bringing things to life, bc for just a moment those magical constructs make him feel the tiniest bit less alone

Merlin has very faint freckles that only pop out when he spends long periods of time in the sun. Incidentally, these freckles also glow gold when he uses magic

Thanks for the ask! <3

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and Dating Lydia Deetz

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Lydia after she moved into town. You went to the same school as her and were in a few of her classes, though you doubted that really mattered; you’d find out about her pretty quickly even if she wasn’t.

- Lydia was an ...interesting character. You liked to think of your school as fairly accepting, people weren’t outwardly mean to her; some were even welcoming, but you somewhat understood many peoples hesitance towards befriending her. Above all, she was fairly standoffish though at the time, no one knew why.

- Still, you liked her style. She was strange and unusual, something you admired. So you took the chance and tried to befriend her, approaching her after school and trying to start a conversation as she unlocked her bike. She was polite but quick to end your talk, making up an; obvious, excuse before riding off.

- But you wouldn’t be deterred, continuing your efforts as the days rolled by and eventually getting her to warm up to you. You even managed to invite her out with you, giving her a tour around the town and slowly getting to know her better.

- Over time, you grow to like her more and more until you realize that you don’t just want to be her friend. It’s then that you have a real predicament on your hands, and a decision to make: try to ignore your feelings and hope they go away or confront them and hope for the best.

- It’s a few months into your friendship that you decide to confess your true feelings for her. Unbeknownst to you, she was planning on doing the same.

- You were sitting in the towns graveyard with her, a place you’d been to several times mainly because you knew she loved it. It seemed like the perfect place to tell her how you felt so you took a deep breath and stumbled through your confession. And... she burst out laughing.

- Yeah, so not a good sign. You were completely embarrassed and was wondering whether you could play it off like you were joking. Deciding that you couldn’t, you went to stand up and leave before she lunged forward, grabbing your hand quickly and exclaiming “no, no” as she tried to stop her laughter.

“I’m sorry, really. It’s just that, all day I’ve been wondering how I was gonna tell you that I liked you and, well, here we are.” She smiled, and ushered you to sit back down.

- The two of you had your first date in one of the towns many fields. You brought a basket full of stuff and sat out there for hours, having a picnic and overall just hanging out. She’s got about a dozen photos of the day.

- You had your first kiss at least a week after you first got together. Neither of you were brave enough to just go for it so it took you a while to actually do it.

- When you did, it was after the two of you snuck out together and were taking a late night walk through the town. You were sat on an old wooden fence, the moonlight shining above you as you talked. That was when you turned to look at each other and just began to lean in, inching closer and closer until your lips met.

- And thus began your strange and beautiful relationship.

- The two of you are most likely bambi lesbians; your relationship is fairly innocent and things never really get too hot or heavy.

- It’s the 80s and you sort of live in a small town so you try to keep your relationship on the down low. Whenever you’re out in public, you try to just act like friends, never doin anything exclusively romantic in nature.

- Holding hands, locking arms, hugging, sitting very close to each other; you can get away with a lot since you’re young girls but you try not to push your luck.

- Most of your dates take place where there isnt a lot of; if any, people. She prefers keeping to herself so you wind up just hanging out at her place or places no one really goes, like the graveyard or forgotten roads.

- Pecks on the lips and cheeks.

- Sweet and chaste kisses.

- Laying your head in her lap while you sit and talk. Occasionally, she’ll run her fingers through or just play with your hair, looking down at you with a soft smile.

- She’s got soooo many photos of you. She likes to jokingly call you her muse, taking random snapshots while you’re doing something or asking you to pose for her.

- Horror movie marathons. The two of you have stayed up late countless times, eyes wide and glued to her tv screen as you shovel popcorn into your mouths.

- Riding your bikes together after school. Sometimes you’ll just ride around town, stopping at some random place you’ve never been to and going exploring together.

- Walks through and picnics in the graveyard. It’s one of her favorite places to visit except when its close to the anniversary of her mothers death.

- Letting her talk to you about her mother and rant about Delia and her dad.

- Meeting the Maitland's and her eccentric parents. They all love you and have a feeling that you aren’t “just friends”, not that it really matters to them anyways. Delia is particularly happy with the idea of you two being together, Lesbianism is so avant-garde.

- Morbid conversations. Want to have an hour long conversation about death? Well, you’ve come to the right girl!

- You’ll never have to worry about getting rid of spiders again for the rest of your life. She’ll just scoop them up in her hand and gently place them outside while you trail hesitantly behind her.

- Dancing together.

- Surprisingly enough, she’s quite fond of being bridal carried or getting piggyback rides.

- Getting to see all of her rare smiles and giggles, most of the time they’re reserved pretty much exclusively for you.

- She doesn’t really use nicknames/pet names all that much but occasionally she’ll call you the name of a character from a movie or show when you say or do something that reminds her of them.

- Collecting and pressing flowers with her. You help her swap out and rearrange the ones on her wall every few months.

- She has a bit of a dramatic streak so occasionally you’ll just have to snap her out of it, either by cheering her up or helping to rationalize a situation.

- She loves rainy days. She likes to invite you over, sit up in her room and just hang out with you while the skies are a dreary gray. She finds the atmosphere very beautiful.

- Her room is perfect for afternoon naps. The two of you head over to her house after school, lock her bedroom door and pull the curtains down before snuggling under her covers and catching a few zzz’s.

- She’ll never admit it out loud but she actually really likes cuddling. You tend to cuddle hugging each other, taking turns having your heads resting against each other’s chests.

- She loves eating dinner or lunch at your house. Delia prepares the weirdest foods for everyone so being able to eat something like a normal turkey sandwich or bowl of soup is a nice change.

- Going to antique and thrift shops. If it looks haunted, she’ll want to buy it.

- Holidays!! She gets all festive around them; especially Halloween, always wanting to decorate and do the usual seasonal activities.

- Letting her style your hair. She finds it really fun and you certainly don’t mind looking a bit unusual.

- Gothic tea parties. Join her on her wooden floor, surrounded by black teddy bears and creepy dolls, eating little sandwiches and drinking tea.

- She likes to write you little poetic letters. Some are purely romantic while others are dreadfully depressing but you love them all the same.

- It’s pretty easy to find her presents; if it’s ugly then she’ll love it.

- Doing little crafts together. She likes artistic stuff, as long as it isn’t weirdly abstract like delias art.

- She tends to stick to compliments about the work that you do or the things you choose to wear. She prefers making you feel good about the stuff that you make not the things you were born with.

- Many people don’t seem to realize it but she’s got a pretty good sense of humor. That, paired with the shenanigans you get yourselves into, ensures that the two of you have a good time together!

- Getting dragged into supernatural and paranormal adventures. If it was her choice, she would probably leave you out of it, but alas, it isn’t.

- Beetlejuice is certainly an interesting individual to meet. Lydia is not fond of him calling you babe though, even if he calls everyone babe.

- She’s never really gets all that jealous. She reasons that you’re with her and if you’re with her, then you most likely like weird people, which you don’t find all that often where you live.

- She’s certainly been through some stuff, especially after moving to town so she’s fairly protective of you. Now that she knows the dead can linger on, she tries to look after you even more.

- She’s somewhat sensitive so she tends to take things to heart even when they’re misunderstandings.

- You dont fight a whole lot but when you do, your arguments wind up turning into catty yelling fights. One of you will usually storm out, throwing a “fine” or something of the sort out before you go.

- The two of you will give each other the silent treatment for a while but you’ll most likely be miserable the entire time. She’ll cave a little sooner than you will, finding you at school somewhere or being let in by your mom and just showing up at your bedroom door shyly. You both usually have a hard time staying mad at each other, once either of you apologize.

- She gives you a “love you” everytime you say goodbye. It’s pretty much routine by now.

- She doesn’t realize it for a while but ever since she met you, she hasn’t thought about dying. In fact, now that she has you, she can’t even bear to imagine it. She wouldn’t want to leave you behind, she loves you.

- Her one goal in life is to be the woman that historians say “lived with her lifelong best friend, never marrying or having children but writing letters to each other about loving each other fiercely”.

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for akari, yuki and hanako: 🌟💎☀️💕👀(hhghdghg kagami for yuki, yuki for hanako, shisui for akari) mayhaps?? (if theyre too much then you dnt have to do all of them ;; pick the ones you like!!)

oc questions list

owowowo you got it boss o7

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Akari -

🌟- When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why? - this might be kind of ironic and morbid but. she goes to the Nakano and it strangely does help her heart. she likes to scream, alone and uninterrupted; let it all out. she talks to Shisui, sometimes. + later on she falls face-first into Obito's tits when she's feeling overwhelmed like a true queen

💎- Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection? - she collects orphans akdfhjasdl

☀️- What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been? - HER BABIES esp spending time one-on-one with each of them. she's happiest when she's got a house full of kids nd a plate of yakisoba in front of her

💕- How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundaries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this? - at first she didnt understand physical affection like kdhfdjdh she didnt know that you could touch without harm. but once she had her hand held and ran her hands through shisui's hair she was like Oh This Hits and now she has absolutely no boundaries and is Very touchy. she has to b holding someone at all times or she's :c

👀- Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! - from Shisui's eyes: She's a bit strange. Guarded, though it seems like she doesnt want to be, if that makes sense? She's responsive but still quiet. Receptive to kindness and laughter, but keeps holding herself apart from it, like she doesnt know what to do or how to act. Her smile and her humor and her heart are all there, just kinda hard to see.

Yuki -

🌟- When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why? - Kagami 100%. he relies on him to help him thru every hurt, to give good advice and to hold his hand

💎- Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection? - hair ribbons! all different colours and patterns. + also any book of poetry he can get his hands on

☀️- What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been? - yuki finds the most peace when he's sitting with his rabbits. writing or reading or singing or simply breathing, he hangs out w his buns for peace and quiet.

💕- How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundaries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this? - he's had decorum and propriety drilled into his head since he was small so he isnt huge on pda but he Loves physical affection. play with his hair (in private) and he'll utterly melt

👀- Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! - from Kagami's eyes: He's exactly what everyone needs, at any given time - it's incredible, really. Yuki brings with him smiles and offered hands, but doesnt hesitate to put his foot down and remind everyone who he is. He brings - stability, and welcome. Bit of a dork, with the crying at the drop of a hat but he's .... I think ... He's dear to me.

Hanako -

🌟- When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why? - Mito, no hesitation. They're a team, have been since the day they met. Hana is the problem-solver and will do everything in her power to fix everything and make miracles happen, but when she needs help she knows Mito will always be there

💎- Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection? - this is Really niche and silly but she collects tea sets! she loves the different types and designs from all over the world. Yuki broke a teapot once and he blamed his sister the bastard

☀️- What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been? - quiet afternoons drinking tea with her kids. looking after Mito. feels most at home when she can take charge of the situation

💕- How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundaries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this? - same as Yuki, she doesnt really like pda but behind closed doors she Loves to touch. likes to take her time and appreciate, even worship. Madara likes to tease her in public with secret touches and she always complains but secretly delights in the thrill

👀- Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! - from Yuki's eyes: She needs to sleep more. She never looks tired, or has a hair out of place, but I know how hard she works, for Mito and for me ... I'm okay, you know? I love that she worries about me, but - I'm clan leader, and she deserves her rest.

#WHEW this was a lot #thank you friendo!#akari #uchiha yuki #uzumaki hanako #jules writes

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