For the Fluff:
1. What are things they both find funny?
2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?
3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?
4. What would be their ship name?
5. What activities do they enjoy together?
6. What is/are their love language(s)?
7. Write a ~300 word love scene for them.
8. What were their first impressions of each other?For the Angst:
9. Have they made each other cry?
10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them.
11. What causes them to fight?
12. Do they have differing political opinions?
13. Name something they would never do for the other person.
14. What would be a dealbreaker?
15. What are traits they dislike in one another?
16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?For the Depth:
17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?
18. What would be their love motto?
19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be?
20. What is a promise they have made to each other?
21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?
22. If their lives were what was originally intended at birth, would they have still fallen in love?
23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language.
24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for?For the Dirty:
25. What moves do they know work on the other?
26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex?
27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?
28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.
29. What are each of their signature foreplay moves?
30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.
31. What do they love to do after sex?
32. Do they enjoy morning or night sex?
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15 for 15
I was tagged by the lovely @cookiecuttercritter. Thank you for tagging me and I’m sorry it took this long to respond.
Are you named after someone?
Well my middle name is something passed down to the first girl of every generation, so kind of. I don’t know how far back this tradition goes, we’ve tracked all the way back to the 1800s. Haven’t been able to find their mother yet.
When was the last time you cried?
Probably last night, but who knows.
Do you have kids?
Nope. College student.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
All the time. So many times.
What is the first thing you notice about people?
Generally personality. But that’s a weird thing.
What’s your eye colour?
Blue although on occasion they turn green.
Scary movies or happy endings?
All of the above. We should mix them.
Any special talents?
I can read a 500 page book in 30 minutes.
Where were you born?
A tiny little town in Tennessee. I won’t tell its name because I am slightly paranoid.
What are your hobbies?
Reading, writing, watching TV
Do you have any pets?
I have a dog back home.
How tall are you?
5′2
What sports do you play/ have played?
Haha. I am about as athletic as a goldfish.
Favourite subject at school?
I am good at math. I enjoy science.
Dream job?
Medical Examiner.
I will tag 15 people. If I don’t tag you and you want to play, go ahead and claim I tagged you. @gloriousdevourerofstories @iwritethemworlds @scholarlypidgeot @fell-from-sky @the-words-we-never-said @writings-of-a-narwhal @alinakerrin @strawberryspaceship @marewriteblr @forlornraven @itskassidywrites @lunarmoment @cheshireinunderland @writingcircus @thebloodstainedquill
Lmao, thanks for tagging me!
But I’ve done this already!
Sneasel Icons!
❄ (requested by @sneasels)
(no credit needed but appreciated, please like or reblog if using)
NEW WIP! (again)
Name: Summer Citrus and Chilli Peppers (or: that one I named after paint)
Description!
It isn’t easy being an artist in the city. It isn’t easy being an artist anywhere but there’s something about the city. There’s the going weeks without eating anything healthy for one and the house with the leaky roof for another.
But Amanta Sìthiche is nothing if not determined.
Armed with a head full of fantasies, a weasel for a roommate and a fridge that never runs out of oranges or spicy peppers, she’ll make it through.
She has to.
Meet Amanta Sìthiche, formally known as Iro Hana.
Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex?
Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!” Alas, I always can. And I’m sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.
Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.
I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.
I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure.
But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.
But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.
I love this
The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!
This needs to be on my blog.
THIS THIS THIS
I did a thing. A bad thing but a thing nonetheless.
Life might get shitty at times and there might be more than a few shitty people I’ll meet in my lifetime but I have realistic expectations, a hoard of creepy knowledge and my squishy face to see me through.
Hmmmmm…
I have an idea…
An idea for revamping an OC that I honestly didn’t think I would care for after…shit happened.
It means I’ll have another WIP but what else is new?
I could have five billion OCs and I will still hyperfocus on the same two until everyone gets tired of it or I’m dead
Fuck and shit
in front of the camera pt.11
(The camera started up to focus on a small collection of shampoo and conditioner on a desk)
“This shit is expensive,” Mallory observed as she picked up one of the bottles, not even reacting when the door slammed open and Alois, sans his shirt, stalked in.
“Give me back my shampoo,” he growled at her.
“Why the fuck do you pay so much for it?”
“It’s a small price to pay for self esteem.”
“That’s kinda sad.”
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