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masterwords · 2 months

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Hello, do you mind if I ask for a lot at once for the OTPs one? They're just too good to resist 💙

(20) Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

(22) What reminds each of their partner?

(42) What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

(51) What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

(48) Who's the better driver? - I feel like having to preface this by saying I mean it ordinarily and not when they're after unsubs probably means it's not Hotch, but...

Also #59 made me lol given the many many conversations had about that particular question and Hotchgan already

Do I mind the chance to go fully feral about them? No, sir, I do not mind at all. <3

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

Oh...oh no. There are so many! ONE SONG?! Okay I'm gonna do two, because there is one that screams them on-screen, and one that screams them in my head. And so you get two.

On screen, I always think about "Trust" by The Cure.

There's no-one left in the world That I can hold onto There is really no-one left at all There is only you And if you leave me now You leave all that we were Undone There is really no-one left You are the only one And still the hardest part for you To put your trust in me I love you more than I can say Why won't you just believe?

And then the Them in my head, their theme song is "Restless Heart" by Peter Cetera. For all the reasons.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

Well, first of all they are both sentimental fools. That's a fact. Sunrises and coffee breath, the sensations of an early morning run. Gunpowder and shredded paper at the firing range. Popcorn and icy condensation pooling on a sticky bar table. The smell of hotel shampoo and dusty air conditioning and the echo of walking down a new yet always the same carpeted hallway every day/week/month. I think they travel so often together that anything has potential to be a reminder - when you do so much life with a person, they are woven into every aspect of it.

42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

I'm going to speak to their older years, when the adrenaline junkies settle down a little and learn how to enjoy moments. LOL While I do think they can find a way to enjoy almost anything together, I think a heat wave has to be it for them. Grilling in the backyard, gardening, drinking iced tea by the gallon. Derek can walk around naked if he's so inclined (and there isn't anyone around to see), Hotch can nap in the hammock, and life is good. But a good snowstorm in Chicago, the kind where you have to dig yourself out of your doorway just to go get your mail, the kind where you drag your kid's sled behind you down to the corner store to haul your groceries home because no one can drive...is a nice way of forcing them to settle down a bit. To just sit quietly in their snow-insulated home, curled up beneath blankets and watching movies or reading books, cooking and sleeping.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Oh you know I'm a sucker for this one. So much of what they do is nonverbal. The things these two can say to one another with just a look. Derek learns how to make coffee the way Hotch likes it, he learns the exact measurements because he might not care that much (coffee is coffee), Hotch does. He would never turn his nose up at caffeine, even terrible police station slop, but there are just certain things that he enjoys and it's a pretty small sacrifice to pull out the measuring spoons in order to see that look of bliss when it's exactly right. And Hotch, touch-starved king, loves to rub Derek's shoulders. And back and feet and whatever else he's tweaked by running full speed into danger.

48. Who's the better driver?

Uh...sorry Hotch. Just because you do most of the driving thanks to your need to control (or your intense car sickness) doesn't mean you're the better driver, it just means you're the boss. LOL I do imagine Derek is actually a pretty good driver. He learned to drive in the congested streets of Chicago, he worked as a cop which meant a lot of driving time, he rides a motorcycle, I bet he's got some very good driving music intuition...I just think he's probably got a very good sense of direction (hello vibing it) and he's comfortable behind the wheel. When boiled down, I just don't think Hotch likes to drive as much as Derek does, like the simple act of driving doesn't bring him pleasure like it does Derek, he simply needs to. And therein lies the difference to me.

AHAHAHAA. Oh...59. That's a hard no from me, dawg.

want me to talk about hotchgan? i will...at length...and hey, if you don't vibe with those questions, ask some of your own. i'll talk about them all day.

#otp asks

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sycamorre · 4 months

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Can I please get the whole girl gang with Ori, Mela, Vaela, and Riven!

[send me a character]

Oh boy you're making me do my homework over here!

Oriana —

Favorite thing about them: I'm going to be incredibly non-specific and say that her growth as a character was my favorite part of playing her. She started out as this uptight, dutiful monk who was scared to show her own face too much for fear of making people mildly uncomfortable (and honestly to avoid invasive questions) to someone who was finally getting comfortable with who they were was such a blast. I love her newly-acquired confidence and the dynamic it brings to her post-campaign. She's far from perfect, and never will be, but she's maturing and making a new purpose for herself other than being someone's errand girl.

Least favorite thing about them: She is the worst pessimist in the world and sometimes her logic is so quick to jump to the worst conclusions that she literally puts her foot in her mouth. And it hurts for me to write that every single time due to secondhand embarrassment but I have to commit.

Favorite line: "She loved you! She still loves you!" at the Prince during the final fight while she's trying to distract him (or something like that). Or Ori's first jab at Damak "Maybe you would see more of it if you stepped out of the shadows" since it still makes me chuckle.

brOTP: Even though the Ori/Damak ship didn't sail, I still think they probably stay pretty close and end up working together on jobs in the future. They absolutely still push each other's buttons, but that's just how they are and they don't question it.

OTP: I am so mad at myself retroactively for not giving into the OriRanna feels by the conclusion of the campaign but I do not regret bringing it up afterwards and getting to enjoy it now at least.

nOTP: Ori and Cobalt are forever divorced and they barely know each other, this is just canon.

Random Headcanon: Ori has a hard time accepting the fact that Sharaea is basically keeping her distance after the Prince's defeat. In part because she does feel that connection still and worries that Sharaea is hurting, and partially because it is such a strange sensation to her to be without the dreams for so long after such a major revelation. It takes her a long time to get used to it, but she still wishes that there was more she could do.

Unpopular Opinion: I don't know if it's an unpopular opinion among our little group, but I never had intentions of making Oriana some kind of fated hero. I never had thoughts of making her tied to a major NPC or giving her any kind of serious destiny, I just wanted to play a radiant energy bomb with the aasimar/monk combo because I thought it would be funny once I pitched the idea to Sam and he told me about Damak who was basically her foil. But I do adore how her story developed and how well it ended up narratively.

Song I associate with them: So many... "Like the Dawn" by The Oh Hellos, "Warrior" by AURORA, and "Drumming Song" by Florence + The Machine to name a few.

Favorite picture of them: I like a lot but honestly one of my favs is the one I made of Chibs trying to hit on her, partly because it's Chibs and partly because I did really like how Ori's outfit came out in this one.

Mela —

Favorite thing about them: Literally the most wholesome member of the group. Not a bad bone or crystal in her body. I am so sorry for all that we put her though.

Least favorite thing about them: Only that I didn't get enough time to learn more about her and her backstory. Sigh.

Favorite line: "Real neighbors. Real family. Not just people that make you feel like you can pretend it doesn't exist."

brOTP: Mela and Halion. Druid buddies that deserve the world.

OTP: Mela is an independent Genasi who don't need no one... though I could be swayed about a certain fae...

nOTP: Literally anyone who would try to be mean to her in a relationship will meet a swift end by my hand.

Random Headcanon: 100% think that Mela's magic is flavored to look like the crystals on her body. If she wildshapes and doesn't specifically want to look a certain way, the animal she changes into will have things like crystal horns/claws, the flame sword she summons has the appearance of a crystal blade, etc.

Unpopular Opinion: I do wish she had gotten a chance to use wild shape more. I think Mela being a cute little critter sneaking around would have been amazing.

Song I associate with them: "Come Out and Play" by Billie Eilish

Favorite picture of them: That dang sketch I never colored, rip

Vaela —

Favorite thing about them: Drinking game QUEEN. Also just the fact that she doesn't take any shit while still having a lot of heart and empathy to those who earn it. Something about that balance between the two just made her all the more lovable.

Least favorite thing about them: she can out-drink my high constituion monk I do think I missed out on really getting to know her during the campaign, and I regret that a lot.

Favorite line: Not a specific line but I think back to Vaela's talks with Erosen when he was ready and willing to be her stand-in dad before Vaela was ready to reach back out to her family and i can't help but smile.

brOTP: Vaela, Riven, and Mela is the real brot3 and nothing can change my mine

OTP: I mean... I definitely have a certain paladin that turns a lovely shade of pink when someone talks about her because she sure is pretty and really cool to boot~

nOTP: Zaresh and his memory is not allowed to ever hurt Vaela again. If Damak didn't do it, Ori would have definitely put him out of his misery.

Random Headcanon: Very little thing, but I could see her gathering small, light trinkets that remind her of her friends and tie them to her bow, possibly for good luck, and possibly as a way to to tell which direction the wind is blowing when she's aiming.

Unpopular Opinion: I still think it would have been cool for her to pull an Erosen and punch Zaresh in the face. Just once.

Song I associate with them: "Dear Fellow Traveler" by Sea Wolf

Favorite picture of them: So fun fact: I never finished them but I started making emojis of the party members for kicks and here's the one I started of Vaela:

Riven —

Favorite thing about them: Riven's sassiness and perfect comedic timing always leaves me in stitches. She really felt like the heart of the party in that way.

Least favorite thing about them: This is the hardest thing and most of my "least favorite" things are mostly the things Oriana keeps fretting about when she thinks about Riven being in such a high position so I'm gonna go with not much at this time to be honest.

Favorite line: Not a line again, but specifically the scene between Ori and Riven where Riv dressed her up while Ori reassured her that she didn't think any less of Riven after they all found out about her half-drow heritage. That always felt like a major point in their friendship and I hold onto it fondly.

brOTP: I wanna say Riven and Halion just because I think their friendship was so neat, and it hurts a bit when I think about their falling out post-campaign. But there's also Riv and Damak's sibling-ish dynamic that I love a lot, too.

OTP: As much as he pushes Ori's nerves, I do think Riv and Delethil are on the same wavelength as each other and fit very well together, even with Eravin in the mix.

nOTP: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Random Headcanon: On the occasions where Oriana comes up to Aerenth on business (either with Ranna for her research or at the request of various Tyados officials who think she's got some kind of in with them because she's friends with Riven), Ori always makes a point to find Riven and any of the other girls that might be there with them after all the formalities are done and run off into the woods to find a clearing to just hang out in like they did before.

Unpopular Opinion: As much as I understand the reason why she and Del made the choice to execute Vasion, I still disagree that it was the best decision.

Song I associate with them: "Savage Daughter" by Sarah Hester mostly because of the rebellious vibes

Favorite picture of them: I mean... I think it's obvious (also bonus Vaela).

#editoress #dnd: last resort movers #dnd!riven #dnd!vaela #dnd!oriana #dnd!mela

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somin-yin · 1 year

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I see you reblogging Johan stuff so what about you do that character ask game you did days ago but this time with Johan if not too late. ✌🏾

OMGGG YES! First of all, thank you so much for the ask, of course it's not too late and of course I'd love to share my thoughts on Johan ❤️

Sexuality headcanon: Homosexual/gay, I've tried seeing him as pan or bi but for some reason I can't see Johan with any girl at all, so homosexy it is.

OTP: LIGHT YAGAMI X JOHAN ❤️

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I mainly ship them because their dynamics would be so interesting. If they team up, no one would be able to stop them, not even Near and they would definitely defeat whoever comes after them. I also like the idea of Johan subtly manipulating Light to guide him the way he sees fit, but very subtly so that Light doesn't notice. Meanwhile Light would think he has the upper hand and that he's manipulating Johan instead but we all know it's the other way round. Of course manipulating Light would be difficult because the guy is brilliant and a very skilled manipulator himself but Johan knows how to do it without the other noticing 🤷‍♀️ also Light has a big ego, and many flaws that Johan can exploit for manipulative purposes. (Shout out to my probably only fellow Light x Johan shipper @captainhysunstuff, go check her Light x Johan drawing!!)

But if you're asking about Monsterverse then Johan x Christof. I love those 2 devils together, the devil and the devil's apprentice, delicious ❤️ But I also ship them because:

They were both the only ones who survived Kinderheim 511 so they can trauma bond about that and they are somehow alike in their manipulative and sneaky techniques.

Johan killed the people who were posing a threat to Christof and Christof possibly funded Johan's plan too.

In the wiki, it was mentioned that Chirstof may have put himself in that powerful position so that someday he can meet Johan again (I bet Christof must have been dreaming of his reunion with Johan all those 10 years they were apart, he has a massive crush on him, I smell it 😂)

When Christof came home he called out for Johan, this makes me think he's used to having Johan around, he even said "Where were you Johan?" in a very casual manner, which makes me think they are familiar with each other. I bet they may have lived together for at least short periods of time after their reunion and you can't tell me nothing happened between them meanwhile 🤷‍♀️

They both possibly killed that man known as The Baby, so they have potential for murder husbands 😂 Do you need more reasons to ship them?

BROTP: Johan and Anna/Nina, the twins ❤️ and I completely subscribe to the idea that Johan did everything for her! (For a better explanation of it read @xprincessgarnetxvi's interpretation and watch @leovoid's video)

NOTP: Johan x Roberto I suppose 🤷‍♀️

First headcanon that pops into my head: Johan and Christof did the nasty when they met in that hotel room, I imagine Christof was like "Hey Johan, you won't believe what I did! I just manipulated that man exactly like you taught me!" And Johan would feel so proud of having that very good apprentice that he'd decide to reward him 😂 (if you know what I mean)

Favorite line from this character:

"Hatred is created when people gather. I just poured a little oil on it."

"Tell me what do you think is the ultimate fear? I really though that I'd already reached the darkest of the dark, but then, ahead of me, I beheld a darkness even greater still."

One way in which I relate to this character: Oh boy, this is about to get serious yet again. I suppose I relate to his feeling of void and to the frustrating sensation of wanting to feel more in certain situations but something blocks it. It's a very uncomfortable sensation. Johan became like that due to severe trauma and abuse (of course in my case the trauma is not as bad as his but I can see why he became like that: the brain creates a block, a disconnect as a defence mechanism). As for me, I'm just usually numb in my day to day and the only things that break that numbness are my S.O. and my fictional favorites. In Johan's case what breaks his numbness is his twin sister ❤️ This makes me feel empathy for him and at the same time it makes me feel conflicted for feeling empathy for someone who committed all those atrocities. But I can't help it, when I see him, I see the child who was broken down to believe he was unwanted and unloved crying for help. He wasn't born like that, he was broken down intentionally by some monsters. I could see he realised he wasn't born that way when he told Capek: "The monster inside of me wasn't inside of me, it was outside". No child should be broken down and no child deserves to go through that. But of course this doesn't mean I justify what he did, nothing can justify him. And I also feel for his victims, specially the children, please Johan leave the children alone. Moral of the story: provide children with love and safety when growing up, otherwise they will become broken adults or monsters in the worst cases.

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: His complete disregard for his own life.

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Problematic fave all the way, he even gets compared to the devil 😂

And last but not least, a couple of Johan songs because I can:

#johan liebert #naoki urasawa's monster #light yagami #naoki urusawa #yagami light #death note #johan monster #monster johan #ask

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sichore · 5 months

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16- Write about a hug between your ship.

The trunk slams shut, and while the rest of the guys start to trek back into the haus after their casual goodbyes, like Jimi was just some dude, Pickles lingers behind.

His hands stay shoved in his pockets, and his eyes stay firmly on his feet, watching as he scuffs his shoe against the pavement. He only stops fidgeting when Jimi's own sneakers come into view.

"... Pickles? Is something wrong?"

"No." Yes. "It's nuthin'." Even though the corners of his mouth are turned down so hard he feels like his face might break, like the rest of him. Ugh.

"You're pouting," Jimi says, matter-of-factly.

"No, I'm naht," Pickles counters, who is most definitely pouting.

"Hey, c'mon now." And he sees Jimi reach a hand out, just manages not to flinch when her fingers brush his arm even though it makes his hairs stand on end. "It's not forever, just until y'all get everything fixed up here."

"Yeah, but..." Pickles finally looks up, words failing him again as he meets those warm brown eyes, the owlish lens that frame them, like a looking glass into the universe beyond that they were only just beginning to explore.

He shrugs weakly, his brow creasing. "It's just, yanno. Gonna be harder to hang out n' all."

"I know. Y'all know I don't live that far away. And I'll have a security detail, too, so y'all can visit any time."

Jimi draws back, and her hands twist together. Pickles wonders if her guts are churning and twisting on the inside, too, and she's just imitating the sensation. Or maybe she's saying something, right, she does know sign language –

Then she closes the distance between them, her soft body pressed against his, arms wrapping around his waist and hands pressing against his back. Pickles only hesitates briefly as his mind short circuits and immediately rewires to put all of his racing thoughts into holding her. Maybe if he grips her tight enough, they'll just meld into one, and Jimi won't have to go anywhere and could just stay here where he could see and hear and feel her every day.

"I'm gonna miss you, too," Jimi says softly as a cloud, and Pickles tries in vain to hold onto that, too.

Even when Murderface distantly yells for Pickles to 'stop being a fucking homo and come on already', he doesn't let go. Not just yet.

[Soft OTP Prompts]

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #jamila calabash #mtl oc #my writing #paint the sky #ask meme #this would be after Black Fire Upon Us c:#ty for the prompt!

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mademoiselle-red · 2 months

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👄🙊🙌💪🛌 for the fanfic ask game!

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

Already answered for MLC, but I'll do Ralph/Laurie this time. I can see them kissing to "The Great War" by Taylor Swift!

It turned into something bigger / Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed / Your finger on my hair pin triggers / Soldier down on that icy ground / Looked up at me with honor and truth / Broken and blue, so I called off the troops / That was the night I nearly lost you / I really thought I lost you [...] And we will never go back / To that bloodshed, crimson clover / Uh-huh, the worst was over / My hand was the one you reached for / All throughout the Great War / Always remember / Uh-huh, we're burned for better / I vowed I would always be yours / 'Cause we survived the Great War

🙊Your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?

I tell them about it! I have in fact shared my ao3 name with the girlfriend of a coworker once, at a company party, because she was telling me about how she wrote fanfic during pandemic lockdowns.

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

This one from to me the entirely beautiful, a Ralph/Laurie fic. Because it is freezing today and we are expecting snow in the evening. I miss summer :((( Also, I think this was decent food porn as I was rereading this, I decided that I should write more food porn.

Taking a bite of the pudding, Laurie was greeted by the wonderful sensation of the soft, tender texture of cooked rhubarb intermixed with the crunchy, crumbly topping. He longed for a dollop of custard or whipped cream, which would have brought the dish to perfection, but it was not to be. Between the two of them, the rhubarb crumble disappeared in minutes. Not letting anything go to waste, Ralph licked the foil wrapping, sweeping up lingering crumbs with his tongue. Laurie starred and caught his eye as he did this. It was quite unfair, thought Laurie, that he is allowed to do this out here in the open, and for it not to be considered public indecency. His throat felt suddenly dry, and remembering his thermos, Laurie quickly fetched it from his lunch bag and shared his tea with Ralph.

💪What motivates you to write?

When I have a new headcanon, or a story idea! And when I'm very riled up or angry about someone else's headcanon or story!

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

I'd love to write a tentacle fic someday 🐙

#ralphlanyon #ask game #thanks for playing!#the charioteer

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cassieuncaged · 1 year

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Ship Songs

List 5-10 songs that relate to your OTP

Tagged by @roofgeese and @aceghosts.

No pressure tags: @emotionalcadaver, @emilynightshade89, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @unholymilf, @voidika @captastra and anyone I might have missed

OTP: Dog Tags and Flower Crowns - Maggie x Elias

I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison

All I have is yours All you see is mine And I'm glad to hold you in my arms I'd have you anytime

Strange Powers - Magnetic Fields

The Sun falls down like honey The Moon pours down like mercury The stars fall down like money And you come back to me And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers

Our House - Crosby, Stills, and Nash

I'll light the fire, while you place the flowers In the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours, While I listen to you play your love songs All night long for me, only for me. Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, Everything is done. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated By the evening sunshine through them, Fiery gems for you, only for you.

Moonlight Mile - The Rolling Stones

Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies Just another mad, mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road, yeah, yeah

I'm hiding, sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding, baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down your moonlight mile

He's My Baby - Noire

He's my baby Ain't it something I'm a mess all for you Walking home, just to hear you say "Hey baby how's your day?"

Don't go changing, I will believe in you Don't know if you'd stay, it's all good if you do

OTP: Dancing in the Flames - Wren x Rick

Chinatown - Bleachers

But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow

Self Control - Laura Branigan

Oh, the night is my world City light painted girl In the day nothing matters It's the night time that flatters

In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking Wearing white as you're walkin' Down the street of my soul

Only You - Yazoo

This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door

So Alive - Love and Rockets

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby But your hair is long and brown Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long And you don't come from this town

My head is full of magic, baby And I can't share this with you The feel I'm on a cross again, lately But there's nothing to do with you

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire

OTP: Bullets, Bombs and Baggage - Reggie x John

John Wayne - Lady Gaga

3 a.m., Mustang speedin' Two lovers, headed for a dead end Too fast, hold tight, he laughs Runnin' through the red lights Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin' Big swig, toss another beer can Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Disorder - Joy Division

What means to you, what means to me And we will meet again I'm watching you, I'm watching Oh I'll take no pity from your friends Who is right? Who can tell? And who gives a damn right now? Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know

I Can Change - LCD Sound System

Oh, this is the time, the very best time So give me a line and take me home Take me over But dashing the hopes, dashing the hopes And smashing the pride The morning's got you on the ropes, oh

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down I can see you standin' next to me In and out somewhere else right now You sigh, look away I can see it clear as day Close your eyes, so afraid Hide behind that baby face

Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex

Needing you now to come into me Feeling it slow, over this dream Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips

When you're above feeling it still Tell me it's love, tell me it's real Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss

#ship songs #long post #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #otp: dancing in the flames #otp: bullets bombs and baggage

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yandere-dhmis-mania · 1 year

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I just saw that you wrote non-con and I just thought “aw man fuck now I wanna see my otp but Yandere+Noncon”

Can you please write like.. a lil Yandere!Coffin x Briefcase with kidnapping that results in Briefcase getting non-conned by Coffin <3? Thxs <3

omg yay my first request!! I was super happy to write this! especially for Halloween!

they are still objects in this but I'm gonna use my own made up names for the two of them to make it more easy!

Briefcase is Brian and Coffin is Carl, now hope you enjoy!!

Carl had his eyes on that little briefcase for awhile, the man's optimism was definitely very contagious, that bright smile and tone of voice. He just couldn't get enough of it. When the two of them talked Carl felt a tingling sensation to pin the other object down and make him moan out his name.

Though he always had a calm tone of voice, he still had intense emotions and especially that of jealousy when the object of his desires talked to others and that those other useless objects even thought they had the right to look at something that belonged to him and only him.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore, his lust grew and his need to own every part of his precious little briefcase, it was just far too much.

So one day after a late night of work, Carl followed his lover from the behind, and used a rag of chloroform to cover his face and he grinned in a lovesick manner as his precious baby fell unconcious in his arms.

He took him back to his rightful home, carrying him to his bedroom and tying him up to the bedposts. Carl couldn't believe that this was really happening. He was shaking with excitement as his hands went to pull down the pants of his little Brian, seeing his cute limp cock made his own cock twitch in total arousal.

"You're mine...finally only mine..." He mumbled to himself with a perverted grin that widened at the sight of his darling waking up. He decided to properly wake him up with a little surprise, his cock twitching in arousal and he pushed himself inside of his lover.

"So tight..." He moaned in pleasure and his lover did fully wake up with a groan of pain as he started to cry. "C-Carl?" Confusion was written all over his darling's face, that puzzled yet pained expression made his cock twitch with even more arousal.

"Shhh baby, shhh, we're finally together~ No one is gonna take you away from me now." Carl said as his thrusting became faster and he made sure to reach as deep as he possibly could. "I love you! God I love you so much! We are never ever gonna be apart!" His calm tone was far gone and he sounded just truly unhinged with the pleasure and also happiness he felt course through him.

This was his first time, so he felt special to loose it with his darling. His dearest boy was so tight as well, there was no way he wasn't also a virgin, well was. Now they had lost their purities to eachother, how romantic that truly was.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear the desperate cries and pleads of the little briefcase, they were all so far away from him. He was only brought back to reality once he reached his climax and cummed deep inside of his darling with a loud moan full of pleasure.

"Goodness..." He panted heavily and smiled down on the love of his life who was still crying heavily. He chuckled and lovingly caressed his soulmate's face. "You're so beautiful~ I love you so much~" He said and felt his cock twitch in pleasure again.

"I hope you're ready for more, my precious little briefcase~" He chuckled and started moving again, the only sounds that left the room from then on out were pleasured moans of a psychopath and cries of a poor briefcase who had caught his eye.

#dhmis yandere #dhmis #dhmis coffin #dhmis briefcase #dhmis ship #dhmis shipping #yandere #yandere x character #non con

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elenacarey · 2 years

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My absolute fantasy would be if you did 28 of the Otp asks for Fexi 🙏🏼❤️‍🔥 If you are feeling bold you could do one for each of them

28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.

it's a saturday when fezco realizes he has a kink for catholic schoolgirls.

well. maybe not a kink for actual catholic schoolgirls, but definitely a kink for lexi howard in what looks suspiciously like a catholic schoolgirl uniform.

he's seen her in skirts before, body aching in the most delicious of ways when he catches sight of her lean, bare legs. but he's never seen her in one this short, all black plaid with a white button up top. she practically skips into the store, a smirk curled on her face as she immediately starts perusing the coolers for something cold to drink. she's not even bending over, yet fezco swears he can see a glimpse of her white, lacy panties.

the images enter his mind before he can form a coherent thought. lexi howard, on her hands and knees, crawling towards him on the bed in that barely there skirt.

"fezco…" she coos in his mind, red lips wet and tempting. "i've been so bad… want you to punish me."

fezco clears his throat, breaking the fantasy before it can go any further. his cock strains hard against his blue jeans, and he adjusts himself as best he can before lexi turns around and sees. she's been in his bed more times than he can count, but she's never been in his bed wearing this, and the fact it barely covers anything is going to haunt his fantasies until the moment he can take it off of her.

maybe he won't take it off of her though. maybe he'll just take her to the back room, flip her skirt up to her waist, slide her panties to the side and find out how wet and wanting she is.

suddenly, she turns around to face him, breaking another sexual reverie before it can properly start. she makes her way to the countertop he sits upon. there's a mischievous glint to her dark eyes, and she instinctively moves to stand between his legs.

"hey, baby," she says, smiling from ear to ear.

"what you wearin', lexi?"

she shrugs. sets her chosen drink down on the counter and loops her arms around his neck. "maddy let me borrow it," she says matter-of-factly.

"did she now?"

"she did." a dramatic sigh escapes her then. "it's a shame you're busy working."

"oh, really?"

"really."

"and why's that?"

what people don't know about his girl is that she's an absolute tease. she traces his scar with her fingertips, the sensation both soothing and stimulating for fezco. her lips find the base of his throat, petal soft against his flesh until she nips slightly with her teeth.

"was just thinking we could have some fun with you taking it off of me," comes her sweet voice.

fezco laughs. "baby, i don't need to take it off," and to emphasize his point he stands, arms encircled around her waist. his hands travel down to the skirt's hem, gathering the fabric up so that he can squeeze at her ass. lexi gives the softest of gasps, and fezco mirrors her smirk from earlier.

"ain't had no customers in awhile. could use your help with something in the back."

"anything you want," lexi whispers before sealing the words with a kiss.

#fexi #fez x lexi #fezco x lexi #euphoria #lexi howard #fezco #lavender blush #my fic and hc #ask away #ty for asking #i may write a fantasy from lexi's pov #i haven't decided yet #did this one in about 15 minutes so i'm sorry if there's any typos or anything

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brooklynislandgirl · 11 months

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Beth x Gareth for the ship meme (if it's okay, if not, just ignore this!)

Come Together || Accepting

I. Who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Beth's hand splays across his belly, slightly crumpling his worn and comfortable 'I Hate Sand' shirt beneath her fingers. She'd laughed the first time she'd seen it when he'd come into the bedroom, and feigned hurt on behalf of sand everywhere. She cheekily pointed out that sand comprised a good deal of her life. She isn't laughing now. To say she is a light sleeper is to say the sun is bright, that it is hot. For their own carefully guarded reasons they share the curse of insomnia in common, and she's more likely to toss and turn than she is to rest. Over coffee, tea, and one each copy of the Times and the Daily Telegraph he ventures forth the idea of separate beds, his only response being a crisply turned page and a scrunch of her nose. Perhaps they would revisit the topic at some point. But for now she presses her face into his spine and holds him close. The sound he'd made that woke her was one she'd heard before. They have a gentleman's agreement about asking questions, but she knows terror when she hears it.

"S'just a dream, Gar." The rest of his name is more a drowsy sigh than actual syllable. "You're home and in bed, but I could go get you a book an' a cuppa if you like."

"No." Shaky, so he repeats himself, firmer now in conviction. "No."

He takes hold of her hand and lifts it to his lips, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. After a moment she slips a hand free and turns over. He follows suit and she rests her arm over his as he curls it around her.

She watches the sky start to lighten through the seam between the curtains. His breath is even and deep as he holds her close. She smiles and finally closes her eyes.

{If they can be said to sleep, they often end up swapping between the two options depending on which one is experiencing distress} II. Adult!Verse Heights: He looks no more comfortable in her flat than he does his own house. But maybe it's because she's wearing denim shorts that mould across her backside. Or because he's caught her precariously balanced on the minor slice of solid wood that pretends to be a counter top. Or just maybe it's because unfortunately, her scar is on full display. From just below her knee to just above her ankle the almost oval shape ~still deep purple even after so many years~ dominates the lower portion of her leg. The space inside that outline has all the distinct hallmarks of missing tissue. What is left is unsightly. Is atrophied. The fact that she can still use it and still has sensation is a testament to the Admiral's skill in the field of neurosurgery. No one but Beth sees the inherent cruelty in how she'd been healed.

Before he can say anything, she holds up a hand, index finger raised. "I have a perfectly good explanation. The housekeeper my auntie hired is a lovely Swedish man named Johan Anders. He is, however, ridiculously tall and thought to use the dead space here to hang my elephant-ear pathos." She indicates the thriving vine plant. "Unfortunately, he had to call out sick today, and I can't reach Freddie to give him a drink. So, what do you say? Spare a house-plant dehydration and get him down for me, or decide right now that I am entirely too short to live and watch me try to circus-clown my way up here."

The giggle implies she is not bothered by whatever choice he makes.

{Gareth is just a shade over six feet, while Beth is much smaller at five foot even.} III. Who Suggests Watching Romcoms?

Gareth had to explain to her what exactly a television licence is, and why they had one, even if you tended to stream rather than watch broadcast. At first she thought the idea was bizarre, until she realised the average American spent more than the yearly fee each month for cable in their own homes, though they often had that bundled with with internet and phone service as well. Not that it truly haunted her conscience, she's never actually had to pay a bill in her entire life; her trust was in capable and respected accounting hands. Most of the time though, they don't actually actually bother with television. Gareth reads, as does Beth. Or she might unwind with knitting. It is a companionable silence. They might play chess or practice yoga.

Tonight, he's elbows deep into a book and she's laying across the couch with her frozen little toes tucked under his lap. Her laptop is open on the coffee table and she's pulled up her Netflix account. She starts a movie and seems excited about it. Her volume is off so as not to disturb him, and she prefers subtitles anyway, especially an old favourite. And it is old. Dates back to 1961, long before she was born. But she has loved Gregory Peck, Anthony Quinn and--

"David Niven." There's a certain shape to his tone.

She smiles. "Guns of Navarone is one of my favourites."

"Mine, too." IV. Who falls asleep while watching romcoms? Gareth indulges her with a smile and puts his book down. At the pressure of his gentle hand on her knee, she reaches out and fiddles with a couple settings on her laptop, and then the remote. The video comes up on the television. And when the movie starts to play, captions and all, she shifts. Not so abruptly as to shake him from the pleasant quietude of their former lounging, but she moves until she's pressed against his chest, half tucked under his arm. Presumably for a better view. In truth, she simply enjoys being close to him. He radiates a comforting warmth, a solidity that belies his leanness that draws her to him. Fifteen minutes in and she experiences ever increasing long blinks. By twenty-five minutes, her head is dipped low, her lashes graze her cheeks, and her breath is slow, steady. One arm is wrapped around him the way it coils normally around her pillows. V. Who makes all of the decisions?

"Are you free for dinner Saturday evening?" He suggests.

She winces. "Yeah, no. Working. Late lunch Friday?"

"Oh, sorry. Meetings all day, don't know when I'll be able to get away."

A momentary pause, then they flash smiles at each other, arriving at the solution at the same time. "Brunch, Sunday."

Gareth and Beth have gruelling schedules and neither of them have jobs that easily allow sudden changes in plans or lack of coordination. Occasionally weeks go by before they finally have a chance to meet up, and when they can make it work they both try very hard to be amenable to one another. They are still learning how to navigate things as a couple. Gareth has more experience in that arena but Beth's irreverence toward authority sometimes drags him out of his carefully constructed shell. VI. Who carries the other one to bed when they fall asleep on the couch?

Beth could try and move Gareth if he dozes off, but to do so would be an exercise in ridiculousness. She'd have to consider him a single-person transport, without any assistive equipment. She'd have to lift him high enough to rest against her chest, while she wraps her arms around his chest, then she has to drag him off the couch, across the room, up the stairs. Maybe a hundred times of distance than she might have to move a patient. And in doing so, she'd end up waking him and thus defeating the purpose. More harm than good. So instead, if he falls asleep in his chair or his sofa, she will drape a throw blanket over him and let him be.

She knows the reverse is true; if she is the one who falls asleep, it takes very little for him to slip an arm under her shoulders, one under her knees. She might stir at the motion ~not dissimilar of being rocked in a hammock, or the motion of a boat, surfboard, other water craft. He might only run into trouble when she curls her arms around his neck and nuzzles into his chest.

"I've nevah slept a day in my life," she giggles. VII. Who proposes?

The small cathedral at the end of the street rings their bells; in the door way are a bride and groom fending off rice ~Beth doesn't mention that birdseed for the local population is a far better choice~ from onlookers. It draws both his attention and hers, and while she looks on with a smile, Gareth looks down at her. Observes her face. Her expression is open and unguarded as she mumbles a blessing for the couple. She doesn't let go of his arm to make the Sign of the Cross. So much fondness clouds her eyes that it makes him ask if that's the kind of wedding she envisions.

If anything, she shrinks away from the mere mention. "Oh, no I…I don't think…" She shrugs. "I don' know about gettin' married. No one's beatin' down my door to ask, an' I could not imagine asking, either."

She has nothing to offer; she can't cook. She can clean but works to much to really contribute. It's a reason she has a house-keeper. She can't provide children to secure a future. At best, she is a respite from a stifling organised world. She is cooling rain in the middle of summer. A fleeting thing, and she knows it. Gareth will surely see it too. "Is that something you're looking for?"

VIII. Will they have a big wedding?

Gareth lets her answer lie between them for a few weeks, but over dinner and a glass or two of wine, he asks her what she would imagine her wedding to be like. Her lips purse as she swallows a sip of Shiraz. "If I ever finally managed it, the announcement alone would run internationally. The Admiral would use it as an excuse to boost his poll numbers, and my auntie would throw her full support behind it. They would have at least three hundred guests and it would rival some of the royal weddings. Swords, carriages, antique jewels, jus' a whole logistical nightmare, really." She imagines he regrets asking. "If I had my preference, it would be a small handful of people if that many, on a beach in the North Shore of O'ahu. Do things the way my ancestors have done for ages. But honestly, I think it should be something for both partners t' agree on, something that would make them both happen. Might be civil ceremony in front of a Judge, or…whatever. What do you think? If you were to have a service, you'd likely want your bride to be Anglican, yeah?"

IX. Who accidentally eats all the popcorn while sharing a box?

The black and white film festival was the perfect sort of charity endeavour for them. It's far quieter compared to the party they'd met at, there's something to take up the lapses into silence they might have. It is absolutely companionable, being drawn into beloved films ~the Maltese Falcon being one of her favourites~ is not unexpected. Best of all, it's outdoors so they can lounge on the spread blanket beneath them. Casual, comfortable. And maybe conducive to a few kisses under the stars. The whole reason she decided not to bring her own spicy garlic pepper saki ika. No one wants fishy-breath. On the other hand, she isn't aware until her knuckles brush his at the bottom of the bucket that she's eaten a majority of the popcorn. She looks up and at him, but only sees the smile on his face before he leans in and finds the salt and butter on her lips in a gentle kiss. X. Who pays for dates?

There's always a moment in which Beth feels her belly tighten and not in the good way. Anxiety has a mighty fist. Traditionally, society rules dictates that the gentleman should pay for the date. But things have changed since that was the rule of the day. Even if she had to budget an monthly indulgence, Beth knows she can't run through her funds even if she splurged like crazy. She doesn't want to trample his pride. She doesn't want him to feel as if she doubts his ability to orchestrate, see through, and pay for an outing.

"Compromise, then," she murmurs. "If I ask you out, then it's on me to handle everything. If you ask me, then I will defer to you. Deal?"

She holds out a small hand to shake. XI. Who's the most romantic? A year. Twelve months. Fifty two weeks. Three hundred sixy five days. One revolution of the earth around the sun. This is a milestone, every book and magazine article ever written about relationships say so. They have a quiet dinner in. An exchange of gifts. Hers is a little potted plant, that mostly looks like a stick shoved in deep loam. But the corners of her mouth quirk, her eyes water with tears unshed before she throws her arms around his neck. She knows what it is on first sight, this little ugly duckling that will soon bloom into a swan. A piece of home, the one she talks about with love and reverence. The florist called it frangipanni, but they both know it as lei flower.

"For…for the garden," he says, returning the hug. He means the one outside of his little house, the one she's meticulously brought back to life with hard work and gentle care. Maybe it's a metaphor for what they share.

Hers? She presents it gingerly. Holds the box with oven mitts which come away once he's taken hold of it, and bare fingers rise to her lips, guarding her mouth, her breath, her worry that he won't like it. The tissue paper surrounding it is a shade of blue similar to his eyes, a contrast to the rich, cream colour of the Aran sweater within, merino wool. From sheering to carding, to making the skeins she needed, and the knitting itself. She has had a hand in all of it. A secret affair that began with draping herself across his back when he worked from home or other little hugs here and there, to measure him without being obvious. A belated explanation when she's turned down plans to meet with him so he doesn't see the near blistered skin and swollen knuckles from her work ~she's allergic to wool, after all~ but this is a symbol just as much as her plant is. A promise of warmth, of sacrifice, of beauty, of the deep care she will always take of him, as long as he lets her.

Neither find it easy to express the deeper things, there's always the catch of fears their past has turned into nets, but sometimes… even the quietest things sing the loudest. XII. Random headcanon

Beth noticed them the first time Gareth fully smiled at her. His canines are long as hers, and just a little crooked as well. His teeth are beautiful and make his smile even more appealing to her. She's not used to meeting people with similar teeth, and it makes her less self-conscious of her own, to the point that she is quick to not hide her smile behind her hand or beneath closed lips. And when his kisses eventually make their way toward the column of her throat, she always finds herself pressing her skin to them. An invitation to graze them across her neck. To bite down and leave their impressions behind. And to make no mistake, sometimes she runs the tips of her fangs along his lower lip or in sharp kisses against his collar bones and shoulders.

#Mahalo!Caz <333 #Lives A Life of Danger|Gareth Mallory #Beware of Pretty Faces|Gareth and Beth #London Calling|007 au #terminally long post tw

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forbescaroline · 25 days

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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 60. cheryl blossom and toni topaz - riverdale

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marnz · 1 year

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For the meme! 10, 17, 18 💕

salv <3

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most? okay so i love writing about emotions but DIALOGUE is very fun for me. i love banter. if a couple has banter i'm already a goner.

17. What fic are you most proud of? gah! this is such a tough question! probably Homo, Fuge. it's the first fic i wrote as a big bang, it is sort of non traditional (not otp compliant, plot is all character driven), i wrote it without worrying about anyone reading it, it's emotionally intense, and whenever i look back on it i am happy. but also that secret that you know (you don't know how to tell) is another fic of mine i am very proud of? i still think all of the jokes are funny. i like that i used mulan to explain being trans. i sort of can't believe i wrote it.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene. I honestly find it really hard to reread my work and select something I'm proud of, I guess because I remember trying to write each scene and the emotions I wanted to convey.

I won't give line by line dvd commentary bc it's like half the chapter but in You Could Dress This Wound, Mark goes out into the desert to mourn a suicide he thinks he's directly responsible for. It was really difficult to write this even tho the prose is so spare and straight forward. I wanted to capture the sensation of a life in free fall, in seeing all of your responsibilities and running the other way, knowing you are fucking up and doing it anyway. I wanted to take the pain Mark had observed in others and concentrate it in himself and see if his new found compassion/empathy extended to himself. I wanted to try and communicate what depression feels like. There's a part where he's in a hotel room and still in bed trying to sleep at 3:07 pm, and I wanted to convey what it's like to feel so hopeless and depressed you're just staring at the clock and unable to move. And then I wanted to take his experience of grief and explore the emotional responses that don't make any logical sense, but try and make them logical from his pov. he feels like it's his fault but he also feels betrayed, and that sudden intimate understanding of how it feels, emotionally, to be betrayed, feeds into his reconciliation with Eduardo. I am happy with the emotional thread of the scene bc it was like threading a needle.

thanks for the ask :) 💜

#answered #markcat #suicide mention //#grief mention //

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monocytogenes · 1 year

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and QUISRA: 9, 25, 26!

To clarify since I'm not really going in order here--this is for the OTP asks (and yes thank you just. Themst)

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

Haha, oh man.

So Malavai "Infant Contingency Report" Quinn definitely wants children. This desire has a lot to do with the culture he's in: Imperial society has a strong interest in family legacies and "genetic purity", to the point that if you're what's seen as genetically fit (human or sith with little to no alien ancestry, especially if you're force sensitive on top of that) it's considered your duty to reproduce. Growing up in an upper class human family, he had always expected to marry and have kids, and it was really only the tanking of his career--and his associated self-loathing--that kept him from doing so prior to meeting Isra. He's quite enamored with the idea of being able to contribute to her lineage--it's a notion rather wrapped up in his whole fixation with serving her--and aside from that, I think he'd just really enjoy being a dad. I see his relationship with his own father as having been one of those stern-yet-loving situations where he looked up to him intensely, and the idea of being that kind of role model (and expressing that sort of love) to kids of his own is one he savors.

And then you have Isra, lol.

Isra hadn't planned to have kids, much less to get married, given that she's a female alien in a society that's patriarchal and speciesist. Her career and independence are important to her; she warmed to the idea of marrying Quinn in large part because he explicitly didn't want to be the dominant one in the relationship (to the point that in my canon he actually winds up taking her surname.) I imagine she's undergone some (reversible) method of surgical birth control because the hormonal implants most Imperials use weren't tested on aliens and tend not to work so well for them; she's pretty damned serious about not wanting her ambitions sidelined.

I think she isn't entirely opposed to the idea on the whole; she's just very 'absolutely not right now' and would prefer not to have to deal with the pregnancy part of it out of concerns that it'd damage her body. She'd probably be open to using a surrogate sometime in the future; I can see her deliberately selecting someone who's also a zabrak and paying them exceedingly well, lol.

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

Yes! Here's some--

I picture them as both being into ballroom dancing. Quinn grew up going to such events, so he's really good at it, and Isra found that there's a bunch of skill transfer from her hand-to-hand combat training and general athleticism. She actually got him to finally break down and confess his lust for her after they first danced together (I am weak for that trope, okay) and they attend a lot of fancy social events to have an excuse to partake in that activity, as well as to generally network with the Imperial upper crust.

I also see them having a shared interest in opera/musical theater--I headcanon that theater in the Empire is one of the few venues where socially subversive and emotionally buckwild stuff can be depicted, since there's a rich tradition of sensational storytelling that emerged out of old sith culture. You see stuff in opera like snarky enslaved aliens who talk smack to their enslavers, dissolute soldiers who sell out to the enemy, and intimidating femme fatales (which, uh, Quinn might have been a little too into in his youth.) Isra loves tales of crazy interpersonal drama and empowerment of people like her, Quinn's kind of an art nerd in general who likes getting worked up into strong feelings by that sort of thing, so they often see shows together or watch them on holos.

Also, hear me out on this: sex is totally one of their hobbies. I say that because they're kinky as fuck and their sex life generally consists of Quinn voicing elaborate fantasies and Isra working with him to make scenes out of them. Their bedroom in their nice Kaas City apartment winds up full of associated implements on account of them imagining and researching and being all "I bet we could do something fun with that!", haha.

26. What are their vices?

In the context of the relationship--

Quinn's someone who spent years centering his sense of worth around his job, and he's thus a workaholic who can have a tough time disengaging from that (Isra has to deal with this at times by being all 'we're not going to talk about this stuff in the evenings, and I need you to literally block off our personal time in your schedule, okay?') I think he also can be a pain to live with because he's kind of neurotic about cleanliness--like, for the most part Isra's cool with it because she prefers not doing chores, but when he starts reorganizing her stuff/putting things in places she doesn't expect she's like DUDE COULD YOU NOT. He's also spent years repressing a lot of his negative feelings when he sees them as inconvenient to others, so his communication skills aren't always the best when he's upset about something (though he's pretty aware of this and is working on it.)

As for Isra, the most prominent thing that comes to mind is that she's something of a compulsive flirt; she kiiiinda gets off on Quinn's jealousy, while from his standpoint that's not part of the spectrum of kinks he's into (he does, on the other hand, find it hot when someone tries to flirt with him and she gets a tad possessive.) Quinn also has an aversion to being publicly affectionate in most contexts or airing the particulars of their sexy activities that she doesn't always respect, lol. Some of her pushing at his boundaries is probably good for him on the whole, but she can definitely cross the line out of impatience and hurt his feelings in the process.

#ask meme #isra taluwe #swtor #star wars the old republic

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richakalam · 29 days

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