4x11 | Claimed

🔞Soft Hobie Brown x BF FTM Reader!🔞

Summary: You hadn't gotten your bottom surgery yet, but all Hobie wanted to do was show you how much he loves you for who you are.

"That tickles!" Your laughter had filled the silence in the stale room, Hobie pressing soft kisses along your neck, telling you how handsome you were for the 100th time tonight.

The compliments were enough to make the butterflies in your abdomen flutter, The same smile still plastered on your face as Hobie traced the scars imprinted on your arm with the gentlest of touches, trailing his lips over every scar he could find.

Mostly they were the scars that represent something special, your top surgery getting the most of his focused attention. His eyes softened as he looked up at you, adoration in them as he enjoyed the warmth of your skin.

"U' re handsome, did I tell you t' day?" You gave him a certain look, A chuckle leaving his throat as he pulled you closer to his figure. He pecked your cheek, his arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, whispering something into you ear.

His voice was as sweet as honey, His eyebrow arched slightly as he studied your expression. He reassured you by showering your face in kisses, Placing the last one on your very lips.

"It's al'right luv, Just tell me when t' stop, yeah?" You nodded, The palm of his hands spreading your legs wide, getting in-between your legs before sliding off your undergarments, kissing the scars that adorned on your thighs.

You haven't gotten bottom surgery yet, The nervousness that settled in the pit of your stomach making your skin crawl as you watch his ringed fingers trace your skin, A slip of his finger flicking your clitoris as his eyes doesn't leave your figure.

You flinched slightly, Easing into comfortability once he reassured you with a small praise. He did the gesture again, slowly easing his touches as he rubs your clit with calm intimate circles, His index finger slowly pushing it's way into your soaked cunt.

He hushed the gorgeous sounds that belittled from you, His tongue slipping into your mouth as he added another digit, Your hand grasping on his forearm as you arch your back slightly, giving him more access to your dripping wet folds.

Hobie pampered your heated skin in sweet kisses, cooing you into a ruined mess as he fastens the pace of his fingers, pressuring you closer to the orgasm that churned in your stomach. You bury your face into the pillows below you, shutting your eyes tightly as you feel a warmth pooling between your legs.

You closed your legs together, Hobie's fingers dispersing from you as he cups your cheek with his other hand, his forehead pressed against yours as he waits for you to say something, wanting confirmation if he'd hurt you.

"Open ur' eyes luv, look a' me." It took you some, eventually opening your teary eyes, He quickly apologized, blaming himself for hurting you.

"These aren't sad tears Obie.." You pulled him into a tired hug, wiping away your tears with a tissue he'd handed you. He cleaned you up, sliding back on your underwear as you pull him back into your grasp, his head resting on your chest with the same look in his eyes from before.

"I luv u so fuckin' much."

I know this is short, tbh I was hesitant to write this. I'm not too acknowledged in the trans community and I don't know if I wrote this correctly. I indeed did research but I'm still not sure if I did it correctly. I love the trans community so very much that I will purposely cry if I did this wrong. I can already feel the tears forming in my eyes. If I did it wrong in any type of way PLEASE let me know.

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okay but just imagine our man park seonghwa preparing you a bath, washing your hair for you and then massaging your entire sore body after a very stressing day

and maybe doing wonders with his mouth if you're up to.

in love with this concept tbh ♡ nsfw under the cut! (oral - f receiving)

our darling seonghwa can just tell when you've had a rough day — your shoulders sag, and some of your hair sticks haphazardly upwards from your fingers running through it too often. he recognizes your tells, and he immediately guides you to the bathroom as soon as you walk through the door, making sure the water is warm enough before filling up the tub and adding in a bath bomb of your favorite scent. you're sitting on the counter next to the sink, silent but appreciative, and he turns when he feels your eyes on him.

he sends you a lovesick smile and moves to help you out of your clothes, hands brushing against your bare skin. goosebumps rise, but he ignores it as he helps you sink into the tub, the warm water melting the stress from your muscles.

he takes his time washing your hair, dull nails scratching against your scalp. the sensation makes you moan softly and sink further into the warmth surrounding your body. he's humming a tune under his breath as he works, cupping your forehead to prevent the soapy water from reaching your eyes. allowing you to you soak for awhile after he's done, he just sits there and admires your now serene expression.

when you're ready, he helps you out of the tub with gentle hands, wrapping a fluffy towel around your form. he takes another towel and wipes the excess water from your skin before he's guiding you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

"let me take care of you," he breathes, expression teeming with adoration.

"you don't have to," you whisper. "i'm sure you're tired."

"i want to," he responds, and so you concede. seonghwa's hands reach for one of your own, thumbs massaging your palms with light pressure. they move up your forearm, your bicep, then to your other arm and down to your other hand, pressing a tiny kiss to your cheek as he massages the tense muscles. you close your eyes and bask in the attention. he asks you to turn over, and he rubs the knots from your shoulders and neck. you sigh into the pillow below you as he travels down to your aching feet from standing most of the day. you hum as he rubs the arches, feeling the pain melt away. fingers travel to your calves, then the backs of your thighs. he squeezes.

"can i?"

"please," you whisper, and so he unwraps the towel from your body, rendering your bare before his eyes, before he asks you to flip over for him. fingertips gently brush against your closed thighs, and you shyly part part them. smiling at your little act of obedience, he shifts so he's laying between them, nosing against the sensitive skin near your core.

"i didn't even need to ask. good girl." the praise warms your stomach, causes you to giggle as he gently bites down on the flesh. he sucks a light mark into your thigh before his lips move up further, his warm breath tickling your sensitive little clit.

"hwa," you plead breathily, and he laughs, hands slipping under your thighs to hold you in place.

and then his mouth is on you.

his tongue dips down to your aching entrance, collecting the sweet nectar on his tongue before bringing it back up to your clit. you jolt at the first swipe of his tongue, the tip dipping below the hood to really get your mind reeling. your thighs try to close around his head, but he holds you open, vulnerable to his sweet, slow ministrations. he swirls the muscle a few times before his lips join the mix, sucking your now swollen clit into his mouth.

he's moaning, you're keening, and it doesn't take long for the pleasure to rise in your stomach, whines and whimpers growing louder as you warn him that you're gonna cum. fuck, you're gonna cum please don't stop.

and he doesn't, not until your limbs are jelly and the quaking of your legs die down. pants pass your lips as he moves up to capture them with his, the taste of your juices invading your mouth, but you don't mind in the slightest.

your eyes droop, but you attempt to reach for the tent in his own pants. he stops you, telling you that it's okay. "you should sleep, pretty."

"i love you," you whisper as you drift in and out of consciousness, not even realizing when he lifts up your torso to slip one of his oversized shirts over your head. he lays you back down onto your pillows and swaddles you in blankets.

he presses one final kiss to your forehead before you're officially out, and though you can't hear him anymore, he murmurs, "i love you, too, pretty."

Hiiii I saw that your requests were open and I'd like to submit one where Pantalone, Capitano and Pierro have an s/o which has sleeping troubles, like insomnia or gets nightmares alot, these boys dont get anough love. Tyyyy 🥺🥺

Sweet dreams, darling

── ୨୧：pantalone, il capitano, pierro x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: some nights it's hard to fall asleep, no matter how much you try tossing and turning. sometimes they're already awake, or sometimes you accidentally wake them up but one way or another they've discovered this glaring issue.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, uuhh other stuff, domestic fluff, use of petnames on pantalone and pierro's (darling, love), not at all proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 2866

you're so right dear anon they're so underrated, especially Pierro at least from what I've seen I love him tbh that man is hot (literally nobody will hear me out) (this is an extremely understandable phenomenon) sorry this is late I got busy taking care of my cat he's like a fifty year old man thinking he can still tussle with the younger cats

─ ୨୧：pantalone

to be completely honest, he can't stand when you sleep like that. he stares at you from his side of the bed where you lay finally at peace, and can never quite bring himself to disturb you, but a part of him wishes that you would find a position that doesn't hurt your back so much to wake up in. he understands that that's difficult, though.

curled in on yourself in a tight ball like you're an overgrown house cat seems to be the other way you can hope to sleep lately, complaining that you're uncomfortable any other way through no fault of your own. in a perfect world he can pluck your little issue right out of existence, vanish it away to a dark corner to never again be found, letting you have the most blissful refreshing sleep you've ever had however this is not a perfect world and thus he is forced to watch you toss and turn through the night.

truly Pantalone has found at least one thing he can confidently say he finds himself to be abysmal at. he makes you a cup of tea before bed, though not an uncommon action. he hears this particular blend can help with sleeping troubles, expensive as it may be imported from Snezhnaya's polar opposite Natlan, requiring certain shipping conditions. it's hardly enough to inconvenience him however, recalling how he almost asked "Is that all?" like it was pocket change. it seems to at least relax you, and you enjoy the taste, so he continues to purchase it regularly.

he's found you sleep best when you lay by his side, pampered by those delicate hands that stroke your forehead and lull you to sleep if a little slowly. his affections are not nearly as slow as trying to do it alone, pulling you close until you're snug up against him, and his head tries to situate your head onto his chest. your struggles must lessen, and his arm around you has helped, he's seen so.

he cannot find another way to comfort you, almost nothing that money can buy besides medicine he keeps pestering a certain doctor to make, so he provides you with time, affection, gentle actions meant to soothe you as he strokes your forehead, rubs his thumb against your temple. all of this provided to you while you lay your head against his arm. tonight is slightly different as you lay your head on his chest attempting to find a comfortable spot while he reads a book to you which he thought you might enjoy.

Pantalone believes you to be paying the utmost attention, his arm around you holding the book open. that is until his forearm accidentally knocks your head turning a page, and his most profuse apologies are met with...silence?

"Darling?" he questions, wondering if you were hurt--he's not sure how that could happen with such a light bump--but he awkwardly lifts his head to find you don't move to get up as you might've if you thought he was getting up you're completely still. you couldn't possibly be... no, not a chance after all that effort and research a book put you to sleep? he either had the most boring taste or had accidentally stumbled upon the cure to your little conundrum.

the next morning Pantalone is well out of bed by the time you awake, a usual occurrence as he sits dressed for work with one last cup of tea piping hot at his side.

"Good morning." you say as you rub your eyes, noticing he's reading the book from last night.

he glances up from his book to flash a smile at you, "Good morning, darling." he says, unusually pleased for some reason-- seemingly also straight to the point as he asks "Are my book recommendations truly so boring they make you fall asleep or do you just like being read to sleep?"

"Oh, well..." now that you think about it, you don't actually recall anything from the book, only knowing that Pantalone was reading it to you. you can remember the way the words sounded, melding together in your head and hardly discernible into actual sentences. perhaps you did like being read to sleep. "I couldn't say how boring your books are, but maybe someone's a better reader than he thought~."

you lean down to kiss his cheek, promptly wandering off to get yourself a cup of that tea he made. perhaps he'll have to read to you more often...

　

─ ୨୧：capitano

you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night a lot lately, startled awake, disoriented and a little scared. tonight is no different as you awake to an expectedly empty bed, unsurprised when you see nothing there on the other side. there is no sign of Capitano yet, out on a mission somewhere just as he said he would be. you're not mad he's gone, just a little lonely, worrying that something would happen to him.

you climb out of bed and resort to your new coping mechanism. without the real Capitano, you simply must convince yourself he is there in some way. thus, you make your way to your shared closet and look for a shirt he wore semi-recently. you manage to find one he changes into when he gets home and wants to relax, softer than armour for you to lean on when you lay your head on his chest to drift off to sleep while he plays with your hair.

you're glad for something with a happier association, something which you can cling to even while he's gone. his shirt is a catalyst for that, carrying his scent, though you have nothing to hold in his absence, if maybe a pillow unfortunate enough to find itself cuddled up to your chest.

despite yourself you almost feel as if the roles have reversed, almost never the bigger of your pair, though you have always cuddled up to him, arms awkwardly wrapped around him.

you awake to another of his letters, seemingly his response to your telling him about your troubles falling asleep, laying awake restless and increasingly tired though still unable to find solace in a good night's rest. it is delivered personally to your hands by a fatuu as all of his letters have been, ensuring their safe travel to you, as well as ensuring there's someone's head to be had if they don't. in their other arm a large teddy bear is tucked away, though not immediately presented to you causing you to almost walk off.

"Ah-- This also arrived for you!" you spin yourself back around to meet the mask face of a fatuu holding a teddy bear out to you, almost a funny sight and you crack a smile. "Also from Lord Capitano." they add.

Uh...ok that's a little strange.

you take your new friend, soft and fuzzy, a bow tied around its neck sewn into the fabric. it's strangely cute, though you're not exactly sure how he was able to acquire such a thing from all the way out in Natlan. it couldn't have possibly been from there, at least you don't think so at a glance...

you reacquire the letter which had been placed down on the table, reading it over carefully. the further you read the more your smile grows, though unconsciously. you quickly uncover the origin of this bear that suddenly fell into your possession. it is from Natlan, from Capitano. his name is Cap. you just cannot fathom where he managed to pull such a creative name from. it has you giggling to yourself.

"Cap." you pick the bear up in your hands, holding it up to admire it, "Didn't he pick such a cute name out for you?" the longer you stare, though adorable, the more this bear seems to be missing something. he bears his name, his likeness if you consider that Capitano is really just a big soft teddy bear in strong armour-- ah right, this bear was missing something. though he is to be your new bed buddy, he lacks a certain...quality.

obviously you cannot dress him in armour. no, that's far too hard for you to lay your head on. however Capitano's much softer Fatui-issued fur-lined coat would make a cute little outfit for him. the first problem you find is that Capitano is currently in possession of said coat, the second is that despite the bear being on the larger side Capitano's coat would still be too large for him, possibly too bulky as well.

all in one Cap is providing you with solutions to your daytime boredom and your night-time troubles. sewing Cap a little coat would be just the perfect thing to fill your time.

a couple months and a late night of reports and paperwork and finally the trek home feels like bliss, walking the familiar path to the place that will finally again feel like home. Capitano doesn't dare leave headquarters without changing, not only for his own comfort after spending so long stuck in that armour and so that it's not so noisy when he arrives home and sneaks through the door.

the house is dark, expectedly so due to you likely not expecting him, it's only by the faint glow of golden light that emanates from your shared bedroom that he thinks for a moment you might still be awake.

ducking his head in reveals that to be false, you just must've fallen asleep with a candle lit again, though the sight easily makes up for that. as it turns out, Capitano found you the perfect gift, wrapped tightly in your arms, your cheek pressed into the fabric and your breathing steady and calm. he's about to turn away, deciding he'll come back to it once he's dealt with his things and is ready for bed, but something catches his eye—a tuft of black fur that tickles your face.

his face contorts in confusion, vividly recalling the bear's fur did not have a texture like that, but then it clicks when he realises the white next to your arm and the silhouette becomes clearer in his mind. you made him a jacket. he almost breaks down laughing over how ridiculously cute that is, but quickly covers his mouth so as to not wake you.

he's glad you like your little gift to cuddle in his stead.

　

─ ୨୧： pierro

working nights always go the same, as you've long retired for the night and gone to bed, Pierro remains awake managing his duties long into the night. coincidentally, this arrangement happens to work out well for you and your awful nightmares that will strike at any given moment.

you awake to an empty bed, guessing that it must be a busy night. it's not a bother, but you're not sure whether you'll be able to go back to sleep yet. you're a bit shaken from your dreams, needing to go and find Pierro to see what he's doing. you know he's only fulfilling bureaucratic duties, not in any actual danger, but you need to see him to ease your mind and know he's fine.

expectedly he's hunched over his desk, lost in his work as you suppose is usual at this hour. he doesn't immediately notice you, engrossed in the task at hand, but one creak of a floorboard as you make your way to him is enough for him to look up and find you at his side staring down at him.

"It happened again?" he breaks the silence already knowing why you're here, and you nod in response, a silent confirmation.

"It wasn't as bad as before, but..." you trail off for some reason, playing with your fingers trying to find the words to describe, "I don't know, I just thought-- I wanted to come see you because you weren't there." you finally get it out, though not quite as you intended. it's hard to communicate the feeling, like even though you knew nothing could've possibly happened something felt wrong.

you feel silly confessing it, like it was something wrong with you and yet he barely raises an eyebrow in protest or question of it.

"Even while you sleep, I still worry you." he says, his hand finding your waist to pull you closer.

"No, no it's not you." you try to say, trying to assure him that maybe if you were just stronger you wouldn't be so worried, your own mind to blame. "I knew what I was doing getting into this." you add.

he shuffles his chair back to make space between him and the desk, patting his thigh to usher you onto his lap, into his arms. you fit so perfectly, feel so safe, like you can melt into his body with the warmth he provides you. leaning your head against his shoulder, getting comfortable burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Make yourself comfortable and go back to sleep, love." Pierro's hand settles on your head, holding you there, arm around you. vaguely in your ear you can make out a rhythmic thud, almost as if you hear his heart pumping in his chest. that's a nice sound. it's gentle enough it doesn't bother you, outs you at ease in fact as if a reminder he's there. you know he's there, but something about it just...helps.

"How much longer until you come to bed?" you ask, fully expecting him to give you the realistic answer that he doesn't know, and really he probably wouldn't.

he pauses, a deep breath following that you feel as Pierro's chest rises and falls once again, he then sets his pen aside, though mid sentence and clearly not even close to finished. Pierro once again shuffles his chair back, making enough space for his now free hand to come up beneath you to support you as he stands, bringing you with him now cradled in his arms.

he smiles down at you gently, and you're convinced he'd run a hand through your hair to tuck it away behind your ear if only his hand was free. you know he likes that, a little token of affection. "Let's go to bed now, and I'll finish this later." he says. you think you could've lived with sleeping in his lap for a night, though admittedly you like this arrangement a lot better.

you allow him to lay you back down, pulling the covers over you and leaving you to adjust them a bit while you wait, though when his back turns you shuffle your way over to the other side of the bed somehow hoping he won't notice you tucked up on his side. to your favour he doesn't for a while, though he's preoccupied with tugging his shirt over his head not exactly paying the most attention, not until he turns around does he notice a certain someone has taken over his spot.

"Oh? I didn't realise I was only getting this much bed. You don't leave very much room for me at all do you?" of course he'd play along when you make a face like you're trying not to giggle, though that promptly fails as he decides he's going to get you out by actually trying to fit, actually meaning he's about to sit on you and there's not a chance in hell the tiny sliver of bed is enough for anyone.

in seconds you're rolling over bursting out laughing to escape, though Pierro pulls you back kicking and squealing to kiss your cheek and try to settle you again before you rile yourself up. your antics are usually endearing, but seated on the edge of the bed having to turn himself to meet you halfway, he finds a little kiss on the lips is enough to get you back to your much calmer self.

"Do you want to sleep on my side?" he asks

"I want to listen to your heartbeat." you respond, leaning yourself forward in some attempt to-- rather uncomfortably-- press your head to his chest. "I like it."

"You can listen for as long as you like, as long as you calm down so you can go to sleep. It's late."

eventually he finds a spot in the middle of the bed, and you find that laying on him is far more comfortable, as well as ensuring that there's no way he can sneak off once you fall asleep to go back to his work. Pierro will be staying right where you hold him in place, head laying back on his chest where you can hear his heartbeat clearly. you were right, you do like it.

you are always afraid of losing him, you always have been, you don't think there will be a day when you're not. just as badly he is afraid of losing you, irrationally so as he has learned nothing is permanent. even peaceful moments like this can be reduced to ash in the blink of an eye, so he must cherish them. he must cherish you.

Pierro is more than happy to cuddle you this way if that's what you want, because really he wants it too.

🍼🕊️💘

literally i cannot shut up and am such an overexplainer so i'm going to be read more-ing all of these posts

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

i have the world's worst memory, so this is with the caveat that there are many many other good things that have happened in my life, but one of the ones that's fun and most vivid in my mind is me and four friends at my friend's uncle's lake house. it wasn't a fancy house or anything, but there was a fire pit and a hammock in the backyard. we're 12 and we manage to cram all five of us into the hammock together, and we're being stupid, yelling across the lake to see if anyone will yell back. there's a fire burning down and crackling in the pit. we don't have cell phones because it's 2002 and there's no signal or wifi out there anyway. we're just talking and laughing and being 12.

summer is my favorite season because of moments like this, moments of outdoor intimacy, where you can be outside for hours and you stay close together because the darkness presses you into each other. i think i'm always trying to get back to that place.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

buying too many art, crafting, and stationery supplies. keeping up with my skincare routine (the latest addition to this is using a face roller in the morning, you know, to prevent this: 🫠). rolling tape around with my fingers. i guess that's me stimming? i've just always liked the feeling of rolling something sticky around with my fingers and it's actually terrible for me because i do it so much that over time all my forearm muscles hate me. so i need to stop tbh.

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

a really good, thoughtful gift. i've grown up getting pretty terrible gifts and am perpetually surrounded by people who just want me to tell them what they should give me. add to that, having deeply specific taste and a bit of a practicality streak, and i am admittedly hard to please. so the thought of someone nailing it, paying enough attention and then putting enough thought in to figure out the perfect gift. let's make out. and if it was a surprise gift? we're getting married. let's go to vegas, baby. (do i compensate by being this person? yes, 100%. if you got a good gift from me, it was not an accident. i spent a lot of time thinking about it. i'm also very open to constructive criticism on gifts i give because i wish people would accept it from me)

be kind, thoughtful, and intentional. i love people that see nuance. i love a measured response, but also knowing when to call out bullshit for being bullshit.

show up? i've gotten the slow fade too many times in my life to put energy into relationships where i'm not getting it back. it doesn't have to be equal intensity, but you've gotta give me something.

if you are still amenable, i would like to ask some of the questions from that oc meme for your cwns kids!!! can i get uhhhhh 6, 23, 24, 26, 31, and 32 (or any combination of the above, if you don't have time to get to all!)

Absolutely!!! I’ll take any chance I can get to talk about my kiddos lol. I’m going to skip question 6 though, because Kat also asked for that one, and I’m still trying to figure out how to answer it.

As for the rest of them:

23) What does your character dislike in other people?

Matthias hates judgmental people, which is ironic, becausethey themselves are kind of judgmental. It runs in the family, though they would be the last person to admit it, and would deny it if confronted about it. 

Marin can’t stand a lack of empathy. She is the kind ofperson who will do her best to find the good in everyone, even the tiniest shred.But if someone can’t even be bothered to pretend to care about someone orsomething that is hurting, then she doesn’t like you, and will do everything she can to avoid thatperson.

24) How quick is your character to trust someone else?

It takes a lot of time and patience to get Matthias toreally warm up to people. They’re a team player when they have to be, but youhave to stick around long enough that they decide you aren’t secretly a shittyperson and probably won’t leave at the drop of the hat the moment things getrough. They’re very guarded in part because of how they were raised, and in part because they’ve let people in in the past, and it’s backfired. They’ve chosen to trust the rest of the party this quickly in part because of all they’ve already faced together in this short time, but also because they’re going through some pretty intense changes and are looking for a pillar to clasp onto.

Marin trusts too easily. She’s not world experienced. She’sspent most of her life inside a temple, and she puts a lot of stock in herchosen god. If you profess the same belief, even if you’re lying, then you’vealready earned her trust, and that can be very dangerous. And right now, she’s scared of what’s happened to her,and these other people around her seem to know themselves and the world so muchbetter than she does. She’s willing to put her trust in them right away.

26) How does your character behave around children?

Marin loves children, and they tend to like her too. Shetakes them seriously, answers their questions, even the silliest ones, andhelps them when they ask her to. She loves that they haven’t learned to bejudgmental yet. The fact that they don’t walk on eggshells around her makes hermore comfortable with them than with any adult group.

Matthias on the other hand doesn’t know what to do withthem. They are uncomfortable with the kind of blatant questions children ask,and the way they poke and prod. Matthias has taken a sort of refuge in decorum,where people will ignore them due to a sense of tact and societal convention. Childrentake that wall and kick it over like a block tower, and that’s not something theylike very much.

31) Describe a scenario in which your character feels mostcomfortable.

Marin: When it’s late and the rest of the people who live atthe temple have gone to bed for the night, and she can sit uncovered in thesanctuary and just breathe and pray, and not worry about how much space she’staking up or what other people think about her. It’s just her and The SilentOne. Sometimes she whispers her prayers aloud, and other times she just sitsquietly, head bowed. Occasionally she journals. The large sconces are blown outtill morning, so she lights a few candles and lets the soft glow of her forearmsmingle with that light.

Matthias: I’m trying to think of a time when Matthias hasever felt truly comfortable, and tbh I’m coming up short. If freedom is thesame thing as comfort, then they feel most comfortable when they’re able tosneak through the more hidden tunnels of Aillgate, slipping through andwatching the other people of the city, when no one can see them, and they don’thave to try and act like they can make conversation or that they have the samelevel of investment in the temple that the others who live there do.  

32) Describe a scenario in which your character feels mostuncomfortable.

Matthias: During public temple times, when they’re sittingin the pews, and everyone knows who their parents are, but no wants to sayanything. It’s one of the few times they feel compelled to pray to their god,usually that the ground will swallow them whole, not an uncommon occurrence inAillgate.

Marin: When she’s outside of the temple. Occasionally herparents will send her on an errand and she’ll cover up head to toe and head outinto the cold Adaran streets. People are probably not paying her all that muchattention in reality, but she feels like every eye is on her, and then shetrips up her words because she’s nervous, and the whole thing just feels likean exercise in anxiety and shame.

Okey, so you're really supposed to be tagged by someone to do this, but since I don't have time to wait for that, imma go ahead and tag myself

1. selfie I’m on mobile, so… sorry, but check my “me” tag 2. what would you name your future kids? jeez, I don’t know.. If I have a boy I think I want one of his names to be Finn, cause that was my grandpa’s name plus it’s a cute name. If a girl, maybe give her my middle name Märta, just to pass that on down, but other than that I don’t know.. 3. do you miss anyone? Hmm.. maybe one of my friends who’s been away backpacking since January, and isn’t getting back home until June 4. what are you looking forward to? My mum, sister and I are planning a spa trip, so I’m looking forward to that 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? My boyfriend, my dog or my best friend since 11 years 6. is it hard for you to get over someone? I haven’t really had to get over someone before, so I don’t know, but I can imagine I either don’t give a fuck or have a really hard time, no in between. 7. what was your life like last year? Real good. Last semester of school, so everything was chill, fun and exciting 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? Well, I’m a crier when I’m angry or frustrated enough, so yeah probably 9. who did you last see in person? My boyfriend, who’s sleeping next to me 10. are you good at hiding your feelings? I can be if I want to 11. are you listening to music right now? Nope 12. what is something you want right now? grapes and cash 13. how do you feel right now? Pretty good. Chilling in bed, a little sleepy. A tad bit too warm, cause Sebastian is clinging to every inch of me in his sleep, but I really don’t mind 14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? If his current clinging counts as a hug; my boyfriend 15. personality description I can come off as a bit bitchy/boring/shy, but if I find you funny I’ll open up and be more fun and crazy. If I like you enough I’m also probably the most loyal bitch on this planet. 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? Yeah I have. Two of my friends who dated for a year had a nasty breakup, and quite soon after that the guy had sex with someone else. I promised him that I wouldn’t tell his ex. That was hard. But I didn’t… 17. opinion on insecurities. Not sure what this question wants, but… Insecurities are shit, and I’m doing pretty good with ignoring mine 18. do you miss how things were a year ago? On one hand yes, cause I had a clear routine and somewhere to be everyday, and everything was so chill and exciting since it was a few months before graduation. But on the other hand I’m okey with moving on with my life. I still have the people from a year ago that I care about, and I’m starting to get a clearer view of my future life choices so it almost excites me 19. have you ever been to New York? No I haven’t, would like to go though 20. what is your favourite song at the moment? Man, I don’t know… I’m a junkie for “Balladen om herr Fredrik Åkare och den söta fröken Cecilia Lind” by Cornelis Vreeswijk 21. age and birthday? 20 years old, January 7th 22. description of crush. Except for my boyfriend I don’t have a crush atm. But when I do, they’re pretty much always the same type of guy(my boyfriend included.. I have a very specific type, okey?); * Dark, a lil longer, curly-curlyish hair * Tall, lanky * (Harry Styles, Kit Harington, Robert Sheehan, Sirius Black) *Skinny jeans in legs for days *Big hands *Tall 23. fear(s) 
I’m scared to death of spiders, no joke. Also scared of darker things, like the future, being lonely and such 24. height 167cm, whatever that is in feet 25. role model Uhh… don’t know really..? 26. idol(s) Harry Styles is a really good human being tbh 27. things i hate Cold places, brushing my teeth (it’s the most boring fucking thing I know) 28. i’ll love you if… You love me, probably. I’m trash for affection 29. favourite film(s) Man I don’t know… I’m not at all picky with movies, and usually like every movie I see, so….? 30. favourite tv show(s) Game of thrones & friends 31. 3 random facts * I’ve seen every season of “RuPaul’s drag race”. Pearl is my babe. * I’m basically CONSTANTLY moving/jerking/twitching at least one of my feet or toes in some kind of way. Don’t know why, but I’ve done it for like 8 years now, feels weird when I don’t * I don’t eat sauce. Not on burgers, or pizza, or Kebab or anything. Basically only eat ketchup. 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? My closest, closest friends are mainly girls, but among all (lol, makes it sound like a lot) of my friends, it’s quite evenly divided 33. something you want to learn More languages, although I hate actually learning it, so I doubt it’s gonna happen.. I would also like to be better than I am at piano 34. most embarrassing moment ?? I’m an embarrassing person so… don’t know 35. favourite subject I like English and Swedish (my 1st language) cause I enjoy writing. Other than that, biology 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? * Want to find my dream occupation * Want to go to Australia * Want to share an apartment with either bestie or boyfriend 37. favourite actor/actress Leonardo DiCaprio is nice, I don’t know 38. favourite comedian(s) Asså mannen, Johan Glans 39. favourite sport(s) I don’t really do sports… but like… figure skating? (Eller gång, det är nog min favvo) 40. favourite memory I have a few: * Front row on One Direction’s where we are tour concert at Wembley. The whole 24 hours prior to the concert itself was amazing, and then being in the front row was just unreal. And then Harry screaming “köttbullar” (=meatballs, cause we had a Swedish flag) at us. Best day. * Like the entire week before graduation was great. Prom, chilling in the sun, graduating. It was all really nice. We bought a big, inflatable pool, so when the rest of the students were still in school, all of the graduates had pool parties in the school yard * One time when my boyfriend was playing some game on his computer, to gain his attention, I climbed up into his lap and latched myself around him like a backwards backpack, and then I accidentally fell asleep there. Slept for about an hour. Best nap of my life. 41. relationship status In a relationship since three years 42. favourite book(s) I’m such an embarrassing sucker for the entire Harry Potter series and that entire universe. Other than that I loved “the Book thief” by Marcus Zusak 43. favourite song ever God…….. I don’t know 44. age you get mistaken for I don’t think I’ve been mistaken ever… But quite often my friends have to show ID at bars, but I don’t? 45. how you found out about your idol My best friend showed me this boy band she had discovered, and well there he was 46. what my last text message says “Where’s the lie tho” in response to a screenshot of a funny text post I was sent 47. turn ons Oh god, where do i start.. * cockiness, but not in a gross way, but just a smug, confident way..? Making sense? * Hands. Long, slim fingers; hands of a pianist * Long, slim legs in skinny jeans * Jaw lines * Tiny man butts * Veiny forearms * Tall people * Smoking..? I don’t know why? I don’t even like smoking? It’s just something aesthetically pleasing with long, slender fingers holding a cigarette * HAIR, dark, long luscious locks * Kissing. Anywhere but the lips (lips too tho) * Biting * Teasing * Hands, grabbing, groping, gentle slapping. You name it, it probably turns me on 48. turn offs Like…. pissing? And snus (snuff). So fucking gross 49. where i want to be right now Somewhere with a lowest temperature of 25 degrees Celsius 50. favourite picture of your idol I’m on mobile, man, but probably like… messy bun, a flimsy shirt that’s really out there, and some sparkly boots 51. starsign I’m your typical Capricorn 52. something i’m talented at Like… music stuff.. I have a really good ear for keys and such in music..? 53. 5 things that make me happy * Sunshine * Dogs * Travelling * My boyfriend and best friend * Reading/drawing 54. Name something you’re currently worried about The future; what do I want to do for a living, and hence; what do I want to study at uni? 55. tumblr friends I’m not really tumblr active in that way.. I just reblog nice pictures of nice things and that’s that. One time TT answered one of my asks 56. favourite food(s) Tacos. 57. favourite animal(s) Dogs Foxes, because they’re extra pretty dogs 58. description of my best friend Real smol. 59. why i joined tumblr Facebook was so 2010

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