#;answers

[jueying]

@curiouskinetic

Sniff. Sniff Sniff. Snuffle.

"..." People said that mung bean soda had a scent that wasn't the most pleasant, but was it that apparent? Or perhaps...

"...were you looking for something to eat again?"

#;answers #curiouskinetic #//are you calling him stinky now sora ewtoiuwe

[touchofdawn]

He's been tripped in front of Angel Share. His friend has tripped him. Woe is he, sprawled out on the pavement.

The sound of someone falling and the following clatter had Diluc hurrying out the door without a second thought to assist. Though, he hardly expected to find Venti, of all people. How in the world did he manage to trip?

"Alright there?" Diluc asked, reaching down to offer his gloved hand and help up the fallen bard. "Not like you to fall down." Thankfully, Venti didn't seem injured, apart from, perhaps, his pride.

Could an archon even be injured by such a thing?

His papers, though—lines of poetry or something for a song, Diluc guessed—were all scattered about, the breeze pushing them further and further down the cobblestone street with every passing moment.

"Wait here." Diluc quickly grabbed what he could see and chased down a page that threatened to disappear over the wall before he offered the gathered pages to Venti in a neat stack. "There. If anything's missing, let me know. I'll have Patton to take another look around while I get you a drink."

#;answers #melodicbreeze #(pls imagining their hands brushing when they reach for the same page) #(as;lkdjf)

[shelbysdevil]

Some how, Charlotte always knew that he erases her memories every time he goes, every time his kiss feels like a good bye. “I don’t like it when you erase my memory of you.” She says as they lay in bed, their naked bodies tangled in the sheets “But I know why you do it.” She whispered, a hand reaching out to cup his cheek “I love you.. so much.” She leans in to kiss his lips gently “Sometimes I wish we can both escape, leave all of this behind..” she nuzzles her nose against his “I have imagined us married.. living a cottage life..” she says these things because she knows he would erase it from her mind and perhaps his. “Did you ever think of that?”

@lovelylostminds

Charlotte had always a way to ease his mind so easily what even the strongest wizards with occlumency couldn’t provide, especially in these moments where she would lay in his arms silently instead of tossing him away like everyone else he usually had to surround himself with. Tommy cherished these moments even if he was aware that it was essential to delete them to protect her no matter how much it hurt him to do it. Of course he knew that Charlotte knew about his spells on her mind at least after so many times he used it on her. No matter how good his magic worked, her memories were probably affected as his own sometimes cause you can’t control what you delete completely. In the end their pain didn’t matter in this big picture and so they probably both had to find a way to deal with it but sometimes he wondered when she spoke up if she really could accept it the way he did. But did he really?

Her words were flattering after all and Tommy couldn’t help to smile for a moment before her lips pressed against his and he was focused on staring in her longing eyes again, caressing her cheek gently with the back of his hand. “In my mind you’ll always be my wife, Charlotte. Living that cottage house dream you speak about with children running around that have the same golden brown of your hair.” And while he talked, why did it hurt like swallowing a razor blade to speak of it? Maybe because in a small distant corner of his head he was convinced to die before they would ever have this. All he ever fought for, the reason he hold onto life despite hating it was making sure to keep her alive. Making sure that her smile would continue to shine in this world no matter if it would be him still standing then by her side. She needed to live. But ending this war could maybe mean his end after all.

Of course Tommy hoped for the future she spoke of, but he never truly dared to hold onto it cause the disappointment of failure would crash him apart. So he expected the worst at all times even in this moment where he just got lost in her eyes and felt safe, warm and loved for the first time in his life. “You’ll always be my wife. Does it really matter if that is written down somewhere, love? Or does it not matter that you and I know of it?” His eyes wandered down to her chest where he placed his flat hand over her heart, the former smile turning into something sad when he imagined how she would live on without him by her side. But that end wasn’t certain yet, was it? “It doesn’t matter how many times I will take these memories from you. From both of us. As long as you have me right here.” His gaze went up to hers again, making sure she would understand. “You’re mine. And I am yours. It is a fact that even magic, even death can’t take from us. But ending this war could mean an end of myself. You need to accept that, Charlotte. Can you do that? Promise me you’ll be Miss Shelby even when I’m gone. It’s all I ask. My name is yours. Just as my heart. And no one can ever take that from you. Not him. Not me.”

#Tommy x Charlotte #v: hp #;answers

[thehopcful]

There is going to be a parcel left behind for Hope to find.

The gift is swaddled neatly with brown parchment paper, a leaf green ribbon tied around its neck. Tucked in that ribbon is a single pine tree sprig as well as a tag attatched with cordage that reads: Glücklich Hibernale Sonnenwende!

An inviting aroma of various savoury and sweet foods leak from inside - all intended for the youth to enjoy. [@crystal-grotto]

The enticing aromas wafting from the bag are what draw Hope's attention first. Her gaze takes in the sizeable present, translating the tag mentally.

Happy Hibernal Solstice!

The only person she could think of to have left this was Hagel. With that thought she carefully unwraps the gift, smiling widely as the mouth-watering smells grow even stronger. She was definitely going to enjoy these treats! She'd have to get Hagel something in return.

#;ic #;answers #crystal-grotto

[self-ships-ahoy]

bed and smile for sig; and balloon and feather for ram!

Random self-ship ask game

:0 Yay I have two for each ship!!

Bed 🛏️ - Where does your f/o like to sleep? Are they conventional with a good schedule, or do they find damp corners to call their bed?

When you exist partly outside time and space, sleep can become an abstract concept........ That's what Sigma says anyway, but it's also the Tism. (Take it from me lol) That being said, he loves to be in a comfy bed with weighted blankets and fluffy pillows. The world is harsh and cruel and being imprisoned was harsh and cruel and he forgot what comfort felt like. It wasn't until Synthia discovered this and vouched for his accommodations that he got his comfy bed back.

Smile ☺️ - What about your f/o makes you smile every single time? Furthermore, what's something you do that makes your f/o smile every time?

Honestly? Seeing him smile first! I love seeing him have positive experiences, especially after all he's been through. I smile when he's unapologetically himself, when I hear his musings on the universe, he's just a big nerd and I love it.

I think he smiles when Synthia engages in a scientific conversation with him, and when she says his name. He smiles when he hears her laugh because the sound is unlike anything he's ever heard, it's almost angelic to him. 🥺

Balloon 🎈 - Does your f/o celebrate their birthday? Additionally, does your s/i or yourself celebrate yours? If so, what's the special day looking like?

Ramattra has...mixed feelings about his creation, and I'd say in canon he's going through a real existential crisis. But even before it got this bad, his "birthday" wasn't something he looked back on fondly or regarded because of his original purpose. It was a very complicated issue for him, cuz it was only his model that was built by Anubis specifically for war. It was a topic of discussion at the monastery more than once...

That being said, April has found ways to have some cause for celebration, while respecting his wishes about his creation date. For example, the day he came to the monastery, and of course Aurora's Awakening that gave the omnics sentience. That one's something everyone celebrates, and as April suggested, they can count that as his birthday if he wishes. The fact that she cares so much about celebrating who Ramattra is genuinely touches him.

Feather 🪶 - If you and your f/o were animals, which animals would you be and why?

Ants.

Just kidding. XD I hate to say, but I'd have to think about this one! When I think about this question with my other ships, the animals I choose have to mean something and make sense for our personalities, and it's not necessarily our favorites, Rama. X3

Off the top of my head (and because I'm a fish lover), I choose for Ramattra the Great White Shark. Fiercest predators in the seas, and their reputation precedes them. Only- their reputation as brutal, cold blooded killers isn't accurate (and not since Ramattra gained sentience)! They're a force to be reckoned with, but they're not seeking humans out to kill them; they're not even attracted by human blood. They're big and beautiful creatures with sharp senses and an unmistakable look, and they'll be fine to simply coexist with humanity, if humanity would just leave them alone...

April, I have no ideas for. Each one of my s/is exhibits my traits at different levels, and they're all just a little bit unique from my irl self. So they'd all get different animals, and I'll have to think more about what would best represent her.

#;answers #nerdstreak #💗 caught in your orbit #💗 love and war

[alchemaxed]

stop doing criminal acts, for me <3 pls <3

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".....fineeee. But just for you, and just 'cause you said 'please.' I hope you have enough money to pay for both of us the next time we go for ice cream, because this means I can't."

#wow b.eyond the s.piderverse looks great guys <3 /lh lh #;you think this is funny? {silliness} #;answers #gardiennes #i love them. the s.potted. gang. <3

[orcx-nus]

“Are you sure you wanna leave the house in that? It’s awfully— revealing.” (from sousuke and imagine it's really just wearing the usual trunks lmao)

Friends-to-More Starters

@txnichtgut

"Huh?"

Makoto blinks once as he attempts to process what he hears, then looks down to see what the other could possibly be referring to.

Currently, he was wearing nothing but his regular swim trunks. They did have plans to visit the beach while they were here visiting Iwatobi after all. He was still going to wear at least a proper shirt - maybe even a proper pair of pants - so as to not walk around the town improperly, but he figured it'd just be easier and quicker for him to have his swim attire at the ready.

Now, though, he was starting to wonder if maybe he had made the wrong choice.

It's not like he was walking around in the nude, but something about the way Sousuke had said that made him feel a little... embarrassed.

Was it really that inappropriate?

"Um... I-I was going to wear a shirt over this too..." he manages bashfully, starting to look a little nervous. "... Should I wear pants over it too?"

#txnichtgut #;answers #(( lmao this was actually p funny )) #(( ssk pls ))

[merchantofwhispers]

✘ Nikki, what is most important in life?

His smile faltered, but he immediately hid it behind the cigarette in his hand. After using it to place several seconds between he and the question Nikolai let out a gruff, throaty laugh. "Freedom." The word was breathless, but he repeated it again with more passion. "Freedom. Freedom to breathe, to live, to exist. Without it we are nothing."

"I would know."

#c; Nikolai #;Answers #;Mobile #being real ominous on that one nikki

[typhchosen]

@ofstowaways​ asked:  she'd treated natsu and happy tonight to take out from one of their favorite restaurants, and led the way back to her apartment so they could eat and play some board games. once happy had started to doze off with a full belly, lucy after cleaning up, had slipped back down onto the couch with natsu, yawning. without realizing it, lucy had snuggled in close to his side with a contented sigh and smile on her lips. " you're so warm and comfy..! " she layed her head on his chest and shut her brown eyes with a hum. " i'm not sure i wanna get up.. "

Hanging out with Lucy was always a high light for Natsu and Happy. Not only was it a place where he felt he could actually calm down and be at peace (while still spending time with a friend), but it was also just cozy. Lucy had that effect on him and he enjoyed it to the fullest extent. 

However, this was an altogether new thing and he quite honestly, was confused. Lucy usually attempted to force him out once they were done with their games and talking. Often with him begging to let him and Happy stay the night. (And only losing a small amount of times.) Now, with Happy snoring on the table and Lucy snuggled up against him, he wondered why it suddenly felt hard to breathe. 

That was new too. Natsu was already feeling sluggish, his own exhaustion seeping into his bones now that their earlier antics had died down. Either it was his subconscious moving his arms, or reflex, but the moment she hummed, he arm wrapped around her shoulder, holding her close and he ran his tongue along his fangs, considering the moment.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t like it. Oh no. Far from it. He rather enjoyed the proximity and the combined heat between the two of them.

He just... didn’t understand when they jumped from playful banter to this. 

        Not sure she wanted to get up?

       “Then don’t.”

He may not understand exactly what was happening, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it while it was. That was simple enough. And if Natsu liked something, he certainly wasn’t the type to bat it away due to confusion. Maybe he’d figure it out eventually. Besides, Lucy was comfortable and so was he.

          “We can stay like this as long as ya’ want. I don’t mind.”

Natsu was the kind of guy who could fall asleep anywhere, and if Lucy wanted to stay like this a bit, who was he to deny it? In a way, it was no different than the crazed sleep piles they often had at the Guild during a late night party.

This just... felt special in comparison.

#ofstowaways #ofstowaways/lucy #;answers #ic: natsu #;fairytail #that moment i still don't have a tag #ship tag tba #;queue

[akaomiji]

@kanedoji​

It was an imperishably heavy thought to deal with: that his childhood best friend had a hand in the taking of another's best friend, a visceral negative between the sea and sky. Maybe it was a senseless feeling of responsibility, but the Oni felt as though it were his fault, regardless. The heirs of two lost clans, but unlike Kazuha, he hadn't been able to save his friend from falling into claws that both hated and used her. Made her into a tool that served a diabolical man and took a life in a frightening reflection.

But, if he would've saved her on the day she received her Vision as a child, then Tomo might've still been alive.

"I'm sorry," he said on behalf of a friend who had failed, unlike Kazuha in Tomo's last moments, for success or failure. "I'm probably not the right guy t' be sayin' this, but... I'm sorry." (oops angst?)

The past is past, there is no value in dwelling on events that have already occurred. Such a thought is what remains as the center in Kazuha’s life; the winds of time and circumstance are ever shifting and those who do not learn to adapt will become swept up in the tide of it all. In contrast however, those who possessed a strong goal, a strong sense of motivation, were always people that he finds himself drawn to. This was what drew him to his dear friend in what was becoming long ago, finding inspiration and a kindred spirit in the sparkle shining bright in his eyes. 

When news spread of the vision hunt decree, a panic took hold of his heart and other vision users. Life on the run had been a constant since the fall of his clan, yet he never found regret in it when his days were filled with so much more than what the noble life could offer. When his days were filled with companionship that dug deeper than shallow bonds of noble ties.

He knows well of the lengths people will subject themselves to in desperation, in servitude for debts unpaid, lives unlived. It is this chaining of freedom that draws his ire, not the unfortunate actions made result. When he spoke to her after the storm settled and wounds began to heal, he could sense her own doubts in her actions and the sincerity of regret in her aura. 

“ The storms do not watch, their path is without error, content to stride forth. ” 

“ Duty then only, falls to self assigned worry, and time flows onward. ” 

He regards Itto with a pleasant eye.

“You are a kind person. These are burdens that you do not need to bear on my behalf. My friend... was simply following the path that he believed in. His death was on his own terms, whilst fighting for a cause that he could devote his entire being to. I do not believe that he lamented his actions in his last moments.” He stops, recalling the searing heat of the dying vision burning into the flesh of his palm and remembering thinking that letting his wishes go to stone being more painful than that. 

“However, I thank you for them. Clans may fall, ideals may be challenged, but what we owe to the fallen is to continue forth in our own goals and vision. I wish you peace and continued motivation to do so.” 

#;answers #kanedoji #[ aaa the angst!!! it's delicious ] #[ thank you for sending this in~ hope this works ] #[ aaa im sorry this ended up so long too ]

[jueying]

curiouskinetic / non-verbal rp starters / accepting

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

Being able to freely enter the Luofu brought about some mixed feelings in Dan Heng - maybe his past iterations were responsible for the part of him that yearned to be back on the ship despite his current self only passing through two areas before his timely exile. After some consultation with some of the others on the Express along with one very excitable current high elder, he decided it would be best to simply regard the Luofu as yet another world to be cataloged for now. There would definitely be some limitations to what he could archive, based on the regulations here, but it would be a task that would require a few visits.

His first few expeditions here, he called for the aid of the trailblazer to perhaps assuage some of the uneasiness he still felt around the Luofu, but repeated visits did indeed ease some of that - especially when he was able to familiarize himself with some of the people that March and the others assisted.

His shoulders still jumped slightly when he felt a tap on his shoulder, line on his notepad dragging a little long as he turned to regard the other. This entry about Baroumbrella would have to wait.

"Sorry, was this yours?"

#;answers #;ic #curiouskinetic #//suddenly sora (said like the suddenly salad brand) #//im talking about that mushroom lmao

[touchofdawn]

Would you like to watch the snowfall with me?

“It would be my pleasure. I'll put together some supplies," Diluc replied.

While he hadn't known Isolde for long, she had already proven herself to be a very pleasant companion, regardless of what form she took. A stroll to the foot of Dragonspine to watch the snow sounded quite... nice.

"Tell me, what is it you like to drink in the cold? I have a few new flavors of cider I’ve been working on and it’d be an honor to have your honest feedback.”

#;answers #thewaywardsnowflake #(<333) #(winter snuggles!)

[shelbysdevil]

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting. - from Charlotte (idk if I sent this or not)

Sexual tension prompts from here @lovelylostminds

“Why are you here?” Tommy muttered into her ear as he managed to take the place next to her with a bourbon in his hand. Albus and Riddle had been meeting up here for negotiations that excluded them who were only second in line, but even if Charlotte was a part of the order, in the eyes of Riddle she was just one unimportant healer and Tommy wished it would stay that way. “You shouldn’t have come. Albus promised me to keep you out of this.” Another sip of his drink was made, eyes still focused on the door where Riddle and Albus have disappeared behind. The only advantage in this weird situation was, that everyone was so busy with their own rivalries, that no one would focus on what Tommy Shelby did, not even the dark lord who had his focus now on Dumbledore.

While leaning against the wall Tommy let his free hand slip to her back for no one to be seen and allowed his fingertips wander along the exposed skin of her revealing dress. “Are you cold?” It was just a tease cause he noticed the way goosebumps built and let his palm create a warmth on her back to make her feel more comforted. “Where do you sleep tonight? Is it that old house again?”

#old house means obviously the one from the order #v: hp #;answers #tommy x charlotte

[thehopcful]

Rock type?

#;answers #;anonymous #thank you for the ask! #rock type was actually tough to decide

[self-ships-ahoy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE!!!🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉 I can’t thank you enough for your support and your friendship over these past several years. You’re a real treasured friend and I’m so honored to have been here to watch you grow and go through phases through f/os and it’s been such a fun ride! I hope you have a wonderful today and have so much fun spending it with your f/os!!!!

Thank you so much Alyssa!!! This ask really touched me and I'm so happy you took the time to write it all. I feel truly blessed by your friendship!! I'm having a great day so far, you'll be happy to know!!

#and i found the most amazing thing too i can't wait to show you all #;answers #i love you by thunder

[alchemaxed]

It's self-preservation that has Mike timing his "gift" so that he can leave it at John's desk at a) the end of his own shift, which coincides with; b) the beginning of John's shift. The stack of microwaveable food containers, decorated like all children's containers are (this one's design has Sanrio's Keroppi on the side with an umbrella), is wrapped delicately in a tie-dye cloth. Along with the utensils, a folded note is tucked in beneath the top knot with Miguel's neat handwriting reading out "BOSS" as a label.

Opening the note reveals it's written on cheap Keroppi stationery to match. The message is, as is expected of Michael O'Mara, short and succinct:

Two meals: for lunch break and your inevitable overtime dinner. The heavier meal's for lunch. MAKE SURE YOU EAT THEM. Rinse the containers when you're done and leave them at my desk. You don't have to tie everything together like I did. M

Both meals have been planned with some sense-- lunch has rice, dinner has noodles. The proteins are lean meats cooked in flavourful sauce because Mike's "an asshole about seasoning", and the vegetables are the same. Sandwiched between the containers, though-- and which John should find easily once anything of the tower is moved-- is a printed out sticker of Keroppi. If nothing else, at least sentimental capitalism makes it easier to say things Mike could never himself.

The food is incredible, as always.

Johnathon does some of his best work in weeks this shift. It's probably because eating two balanced meals is more conducive to brain-intensive work than eating nothing at all, but he chooses to believe it's the power of Mike's cooking and the obvious attention with which it's been prepared that propels him forward in his work.

He's not altogether incorrect. This job can be stressful, isolating. Crushing. The knowledge that Michael is thinking about him, that he cares so much not only about getting some food in John's stomach, but also about all the little, gentle details of how it's offered... it lends Ohnn a newfound, bubbly energy that he carries with him throughout the day.

And as he follows Mike's instructions and leaves a note of his own on the cleaned-out containers (a sticky-note reading "STELLAR !", framed with a smiley-face, some stars, and a scribbled-out doodle of O'Mara in his signature shades), he finds himself truly believing the little sticker.

Good things are ahead. For both of them.

#pfft. whatever. *pretends not to cry abt this* /lh #this is. fr. so . oguhhghh #alsooooooo. i think. he. tapes. that sticker. to the prototype collider #;save #;fave #canoncompliance #;answers