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nastybuckybarnes · 6 years

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Passing Notes - One

A Bucky Barnes X Female!Reader College AU (Mini Series) {Part 1/4}

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Female!Reader AU

Summary: You sit at the same table ever day at the little café down the street from campus, each day with a different book. Often poetry. And Bucky Barnes is always in the table next to you, usually doing the same thing. He either reads, writes, or sketches. One day, a dropped notebook leads to... something? Will that something turn to dust after an eye opening realization?

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Masturbation and Other.. Smutty things, Sexual Tension, Kinda NSFW but idk (just throwing this in here so no one flips out),

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Here it is! Part one! I won’t be posting a lot because I’m really swamped with school right now but in less than a month I’ll be posting daily!

*I give credit to the author in each poem I use at some point in the chapter whether thats right after it's used or at the end.*

EDITED POORLY TAG LISTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST BUCKY MASTERLIST

‘Romance seldom happens overnight. Sometimes we have to grow the roses before we can give them.’ You stick a little post-it on that particular page then copy the poem down into your old worn notebook. Feeling eyes on you, you look up at the culprit.

James 'Bucky’ Barnes sits a seat away, watching you with intent and curious blue-grey eyes.

You blush and quickly avert your eyes, your gaze finding the page of your latest poetry book. “Aright. Thanks everyone and have a lovely afternoon,” Professor Lee says, dismissing everyone.

You pack your stuff up quickly, wanting to get to the café before anyone takes your signature spot.

In her haste, Bucky sees the girl beside him drop her notebook.

He watches as she runs out, not even glancing back at anything in the room, much less the floor where her notebook lies.

Silently and slowly, he picks up her notebook, flipping through the pages quickly then stopping on the almost-blank one she was writing on a few moments before she left.

He reads the poem quickly then bites his bottom lip while fighting an internal battle with himself: write a note to the mysterious poem girl who’s always wrapped up in her own mind, or, simply give it back when he sees her next.

Shaking his head and grabbing a mechanical pencil, he writes a quick poem then a little note underneath it.

Satisfied with his work -vandalism?- he packs his stuff up and heads to the little café where poem girl usually goes after lectures, her notebook tucked safely under his arm.

Your heart drops as you search through your things, trying desperately to find the notebook where you store hundreds of your favourite poems, including some that you yourself have written.

Giving up after a few more minutes of fruitless searching, you sit and sulk with your drink and snack de jours.

Your eyes stare out the window into the pouring rain as you get totally lot in thought.

A soft 'thud' on the table you're at snaps you out of your trance.

You glance down at the object, relief filling you. "My notebook! Thank you so much!" You look up at your hero and feel yourself get flustered. In front of you stands James 'Bucky' Barnes.

"It's no problem," he says while nonchalantly sitting in the table beside yours.

You open your notebook and inspect it carefully, flipping through the pages until your eyes land on the newest addition, not written in your handwriting.

''Sadly, we're too tired to start over and too afraid to let go.' -R. H. Sin. Michael Faudet is an incredible poet. I didn't really peg you for a 'Smoke & Mirrors' person, Poem Girl.''

You glance up at the brunet and smile before looking back down at your notebook and scratching out a quick reply.

'Well I didn't necessarily peg you for a poetry person at all. I guess we can't shouldn't judge a book by its cover, huh? Thanks again, by the way.'

You slide your notebook towards him, gently biting the lid of your pen as he reads what you wrote. He chuckles softly. You smile as he jots down another response before sliding your book back to you.

'I guess you're right. Can I know you're name so that I'm not just calling you 'Poem Girl' all the time?' You can't help but giggle as you write down your reply like a fifth grader.

'I don't know. I think 'Poem Girl' kinda fits me. Maybe I should call you 'Poem Guy' instead of James.' He stares at you as you write then sits up straighter as you slide the book over to him.

He laughs softly and looks up at you, a goofy grin on his lips. You bite your lip to hide a smile and look out the window while taking a sip of your white hot chocolate. Your notebook is suddenly in front of you again, the page flipped with a short paragraph written on it.

'C'mon Poem Girl. You know my name. Why can't I know yours? Besides, it'll be hard to continue dedicating poems and drawings to someone who won't tell me their name.'

You don't miss the opportunity to quote Shakespeare in your next paragraph to him. 'What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Poem Girl would, were she not Poem Girl called, retain that dear mystery to which she owes without that title.'

He chuckles and quickly scribbles down another reply.

'Shakespeare, huh? Well that is true, however there's a certain mystery in wondering about how a person acquired their name, isn't there?'

'Yes, I suppose there is. However I must leave to be on time for my next lecture. I leave you with a curious mind and a question to ponder overnight.'

He looks up at you after reading it and smiles lightly before writing something down.

'Then Poem Girl, if you must leave, leave with one of my personal favourites. 'She was a curious girl, who loved the smell of old books, chasing butterflies, and touching herself under the covers.' Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things. Until next time - Bucky Barnes (AKA Poem Guy).'

Your eyebrows raise practically to your hairline as you read the poem and Bucky chuckles, knowing it would fluster you. You pack your stuff up and clutch your notebook to your chest as you walk out of the café and into the rain.

Bucky watches you the entire way and you feel it. You feel his eyes on you until you turn the corner and are out of sight of the café.

"Why do you have that 'I just got laid' look on your face?" Wanda asks skeptically. You roll your eyes and plop down in the seat next to her. "I just... I'm happy. I made a friend." She gasps and clutches her chest. "Excuse me! I thought I was your friend."

You roll your eyes again, "you're my best friend whom I can never seem to get rid of. But it was a boy. A boy who was nice to me despite his reputation." She scans your face for a moment before snapping.

"It's Bucky."

You nearly choke on your own saliva. "How the Hell did you figure it out so fast?!" She giggles, poking your ribs. "I'm your best friend. I can tell who you met by the look in your eyes."

You smile and read over the notes you and Bucky passed to each other for the majority of the lecture.

When you sit down in the café the next day, Bucky is already in his spot and there's a piece of paper at your spot. You sit down and uncrumple it carefully, reading what it says.

'Poem Girl. Today I was thinking we could exchange some of our favourite poems. The topic of the day being Love.'

You nod and grab a piece of looseleaf to write on instead of your notebook.

''Love is a double edged sword that conquers hearts but can also cut the hand the wields it'. Michael Faudet, 'Smoke & Mirrors'.'

You slide the paper to him and he smiles before writing down his own poem about love. When you read it, you're surprise.

''Her love is an ocean and her waves are misunderstood' R. H. Sin. Came across this one a few years ago, don't remember what it was from though, sorry.'

'No need to apologize, Poem Guy. Have another poem instead: 'Maybe you're not hard to love. Maybe you're expecting love from those incapable of loving you' R. H. Sin. It surprised me that you chose this topic. Usually guys the guys I've been around/with shy away from anything having to do with love.'

He shakes his head and scribbles something down quickly.

'That's because those guys only think with their genitals.'

'And I'm to assume that you, Poem Guy, are different?'

He cracks a small smile.

'I suppose my reputation does indicate that I'm like them. But how much of what others say can you believe?'

'I guess you're right. You haven't exactly lived up to your reputation -which is a good thing in my personal opinion. Anyway... I believe it's your turn.'

He chuckles softly and his eyes meet yours for a moment, his gaze warming your insides.

''I do not need the kind of love that is draining. I want someone who energizes me.' Rupi Kaur, 'The Sun and her Flowers'.'

You bite your pen cap again for a moment, before going with your instincts.

''Love is a little like religion. You need to have faith before miracles can happen.' I leave you with the words of Michael Faudet before I depart. Until next time, Poem Guy. Sincerely yours, Mysterious Poem Girl.'

Bucky smiles at the note, watching as you pack up and leave just like the day before.

You toss your stuff down at the table you always sit at and rub your eyes for a moment before looking up at Bucky’s usually spot.

He’s not here yet.

You grab a piece of looseleaf and write down a small note.

‘Today, Poem Guy, I’d like it if we could share some of the poems that stand out more in our minds. Here’s mine: ‘their concept of beauty is manufacture. i am not.’ The Sun and her Flowers, Rupi Kaur.’

You slide the note over to his spot just as he walks through the door. His eyes find yours and a smile breaks out across his face as he orders his snacks. He sits down at his spot once he has his things and carefully unfolds the note. He reads what you wrote and nods, grabbing a pen and writing his own note before sliding the paper to you.

‘Hello Poem Girl. I like this topic but be warned, my taste in poems is a bit more... explicit. For example: ‘Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read.’ Dirty Pretty Things, Michael Faudet. If you’re fine with my taste then let’s continue, if not, we’ll pick another topic.’

Heat flashes between your legs for a moment, causing you to bite your lip and write down your own poem of such genre.

‘Well, Poem Guy, have another Michael Faudet poem. ‘I know it’s wrong, but the very thought of your hands, reaching up under my skirt, and touching me, makes me blush in all the right places.’ -Dirty Pretty Things.’

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and his jaw drops as he looks from the page, up to you. He shakes his head, a smile on his pink lips, and writes a response.

‘Well well. I didn’t think someone so shy and timid would be able of even writing that stuff. Hope this one doesn’t make you flustered. ‘I love to watch you touch yourself, on rainy afternoons. The wandering hands. The soft little moans. Hips twitching. Wet fingers fucking. A solo show, performed for one.’ -Michael Faudet.’

You squeeze your eyes shut and shift slightly in your seat, trying desperately to ignore the burning in-between your thighs. Bucky chuckles and you stick your tongue out at him before writing another poem.

‘‘You have such a pretty mouth. To feed it only kisses would be a wasted opportunity.’ And another, ‘Words are powerful things. They can break hearts and make panties wet.’’

You descend to Hell just writing the sinful poems but it’s all worth it when Bucky closes the paper after a moment and tugs on his jeans. You giggle and look away, sipping your drink.

‘’Body framed with arms outstretched, wrists roped, and roughly bound. From tiny mouth, and pretty lips, you utter not a sound. I paint with words, a canvas stretched, laid bare, upon the ground.’ Another for you, Beautiful Poem Girl: ‘It was the end of the beginning, beneath tangled sheets, and sex blushing pink between your legs, open to the possibility of more to come, fingernails writing unfinished lines down my back, the scratches raw and incomplete, a river still running whispering my name, desire growing again and again - and again.’’

You lick your lips and look up at him through your lashes. He winks then looks down, fiddling his fingers nervously. Your nibble on your blueberry muffin, setting it down as you find the perfect poem in your mind.

‘’I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat.’’

He coughs a few times after choking on his drink, his eyes meeting yours. The sexual tension grows between the two of you until it’s palpable.

‘Jesus, Poem Girl. I didn’t think you’d be into such kinky shit.’

You grin.

‘Well, Poem Guy, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.’

He nods and writes something dow, taking quite a few minutes before sliding two pieces of paper to you, the first one an innocent little note that makes butterflies fill your stomach.

‘Well dear poem girl, I would love to know those things. And not just the frisky ones. The deep ones. Your favourite things, your dreams and ambitions. Your nightmares and worst fears.’

And then there’s the second piece of paper that sets your core ablaze.

‘’To slap you, is to touch you. Scream for mercy. Beg for more. To bite you, is to kiss you. Tied and tethered, on the floor. To loath you, is to love you. Pretty princess. Dirty Whore.’’

You close your eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, then open them and write down probably the friskiest thing you’ve ever written or thought. And it’s one of your original poems.

‘’I long to feel you. All of you. Your hands between my legs, teasing my sweet warm flesh, your mouth replacing those hands after a few moments. Your name on my lips like a prayer and I’m chanting it over and over, trying to cleanse my sins as you only perform more with your face buried between my legs.’ I can’t really give credit to Michael Faudet because... this is one of my originals.’

His eyes widen as he reads what you wrote. Your heart beats uncomfortably fast in your chest as you wait for him to slide the note back with his reply. When he finally does - after what feels like hours-, it’s nothing like what you anticipate. While you expect disgust or perhaps some form of mockery, he writes the exact opposite.

‘You wrote that? Amazing. I too have some originals. They may be horrendous but you’re the first person besides myself to read any of them.’

Then slightly under that is probably one of the most erotic yet beautiful poems you’ve ever laid your eyes upon.

‘’If I was able to have my way with you, I’d make you forget about all your insecurities. You’d finally see yourself as the siren you are. I’d worship away your worries. My lips would cover every mound, every dip, every single fold of your skin. Lingering on the soft, wet, always promising skin between your legs. And baby I’ll be so good to you. The way I work my tongue in you will make you forget about all the hurt you’ve ever felt. My hips rolling into yours will ease every ache -except the new, ever lovely one between your legs. My hands against your soft skin will wipe everything except pleasure out of your mind. The only thing you’ll remember is my loving gaze as my eyes flicker over your skin, memorizing everything. Especially the face you make when I bring you over the edge, bliss overwhelming you and the only thing that will ever matter, the only things that has ever mattered, is us.’’

You smile lightly at his stunning words, letting them bounce around in your head for a few moments before you write down a response.

‘That was... heated and incredibly passionate. An amazing piece. I’d love to read more of your works.’

He smiles as he reads the note a few moments after you slide it to him. He scrawls something down in his messy but aesthetically pleasing handwriting then slides the well-written on piece of paper back to you.

‘And I’d love to read more of yours. It would, of course, be easier to communicate through more than notes. So here, (***) ***-****. Text me. Or call. We could maybe make plans to hang out at some point. Share more of our poems.’

You smile up at him and nod. ‘I’d love that. Now, Poem Guy, I’ll leave you with my number before I go. (***) ***-****.’

You pack up and get up from the table, your hand brushing against Bucky’s shoulder before your leave. The small touch sends a jolt of electricity up your arm and you can’t help but smile at the sensation.

Poem Authors: Anonymous, Myself, Rupi Kaur, R.H. Sin, Michael Faudet.

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pikapeppa · 5 years

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Writing Questionnaire

Tagged by @oops-gingermoment - thanks love! What a nice way to wrap up the year!

Tagging forward to @galadrieljones @buttsonthebeach @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @apostatetabris @thevikingwoman @irlaimsaaralath @sun-and-shadow-aloy @charlatron @novamm66 @littlesnowarrow @athenril-of-kirkwall @empresstress13 @fourletterepithet @ma-sulevin @bronzeagelove @alyssalenko - looking forward to reading your answers!

Short stories, novels, or poems? Novels, hands down. But I really love the poetry compilation Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur.

What genre do you prefer reading? General fiction, fantasy, and sci-fi, with romance ideally but this isn’t a requisite.

What genre do you prefer writing? Romance (and smut). I have written one single story that didn’t include romance. Everything else I write is focused either on a romantic relationship or includes plot as a carrier for exploring the central relationship.

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person? Planner for the most part, especially for longfics. But sometimes I fly by the seat of my pants. My Fenhawke stuff has been the most unplanned work to date; I knew I wanted to write this relationship, but I didn’t know whether I wanted to do oneshots or a longfic, so consequently I wrote the beginning of the series based primarily on prompts. It’s my least organized/planned series thus far.

What music do you listen to while writing? Oh god. Anything that inspires. I make playlists for each of my ships. But I usually find one song that summarizes the feel of the chapter/piece and listen to it on loop until the chapter is done.

Fave books/movies? Ahh, I did posts about this! Here is one about movies, and here is one about books.

Any current WIPs? Yes! I have one secret one that I can’t talk about yet. And I guess we could say the FenHawke stuff is never going to end is ongoing still.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be? LOL ACTUALLY here is a cartoon that my fiancé made!! We briefly had an Etsy shop which I closed because I barely managed to sell anything and this was the profile pic. Please note the bare feet, gold jewelry, and very fluffy cat. Important.

Create a character description for yourself: ....*at a loss* I don’t do this for my writing. What does this involve?

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing? No. I write to take a break from the people I know. HAHAH no wait that’s a bit of a lie. Some bits of romance/smut are definitely inspired by real life. But everyone does that, right?

Are you kill-happy with characters? No. I don’t think I’ve ever killed a character.

Coffee or tea while writing? TEA.

Slow or fast writer? FAST. Too fast? People stop reading my shit sometimes because I write too fast? I’m obsessed and need help

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from? Honestly, from the games that I write for. Some characters/relationships just scream to be elaborated upon through writing. Once I’m in the midst of writing a ship, songs are probably the main thing that then inspire certain chapters or oneshots.

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be? Uhh... I guess a magic-wielding elf, since that’s my default. Either that or some kind of small creature who is adorable 90% of the time and vicious/enraged the other 10%. Basically Unikitty from the Lego Movie.

Most fave book cliche? Least fave book cliche? Fave: enemies-to-lovers (when done properly). Least fave: romance novels with female characters who are virgins before they meet the guy of their dreams. One of my fave authors, Karen Marie Moning, does both of these.

Fave scenes to write? First kisses. In-depth of explorations of “what the fuck was going on in his/her head”. And of course, SMUT.

Most productive time of day for writing? Anytime. All the time. But I most enjoy writing late at night.

Reason for writing? I got into writing fanfic because of Reyes Vidal from Mass Effect: Andromeda. I wanted SO BADLY for that smooth-as-silk dickhead to be featured in more of the game but he wasn’t so I had to fill in the gap! Since then, my reasons for writing have changed and become more personal, but suffice it to say that I just really love it. Being a writer has become a major part of my identity, and this is actually kind of hard since most people IRL don’t understand fanfic and/or don’t understand how much it means to me, so I can’t really talk about it IRL (AND THUS I LOVE ALL YOU TUMBLR FRIENDS). Thankfully the fiance understands and supports the obsession, because I can’t go a day without writing even a little bit or editing something I wrote.

And that’s all! Looking forward to reading others’ responses!

#fanfic writer's life #tag meme #personal #pikapeppa reflects #tumblr game

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frenchibi · 6 years

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15, 21, and 25 for the fanfic ask if you don't mind~ Also, what does the 'liberal me' on your page mean?

Hi anon, and thank you very much for asking!

Just to clear up your question there before we get started - “libera me” is latin (”free me”) and it’s a quote from a song that I’ve had stuck in my head for like 3 months because I sang it in my choir xD It’s… rather religious (which I am not) but I really enjoyed singing it? Have a link, if you’re interested (it’s classical, so idk if it’s everyone’s thing lmao); skip to 1:17 if you just want the choir part without the solo beforehand, and to 2:48 if you want the specific part I’m referencing, without the buildup xD

It’s… very dramatic and I love that :D The actual lyrics are something along the lines of “free me, God, of eternal death, on the day of mighty dread” and then “I am made to shake and tremble, I fear that day of calamity and misery” or something, I don’t really know enough latin to confidently translate them :’D It’s all very apocalyptic and super epic to sing in a choir hdfjklahshsdf

Anyway, moving on to your questions, before I get caught up rambling about how much I love choir again - this was supposed to be about fanfiction after all xD

15 something you learned this year

Well. I took on a project, as you may know, of writing one chapter or oneshot per week - and I kept it up until July, when I had a series of huge breakdowns and finally got help for my depression - I’ve since put that project on hold because I can’t handle the pressure yet (it started out fine though! I had fun with it for the first half of the year!) - what I learned through it is that writing, for me, is about discipline. I can always write, and if I want to, I should. I should only write when I want to, though, because that produces the best results. Am I making sense? Idk. I’m resolved to write more than ever, but to give less craps about the numbers - which I was rather obsessed with, regrettably. That made me miserable. So no more of that from now on.

21 most memorable comment/review

Boy, you want me to pick out ONE?

I know this isn’t fair at all because I have gotten COUNTLESS fantastic comments this year and as soon as I start mentioning people I will forget someone, I just know it. But I do want to shout out to some of my favorites…? I hope I don’t inadvertantly offend anyone.

@josai was my writing companion for the better part of the year and while not all of her comments were public, they were the most encouraging thing EVER. You gave me the courage to post my work, you always listened to my ideas, and you had heaps and heaps of enthusiasm for me. I feel like I could never thank you enough.

@hajiiwa always leaves wonderfully thoughtful comments - I deeply appreciate your insight(s) and I absolutely love discussing theories and characterizations and fic ideas with you. We seem to be of similar opinions a lot of the time, which is great and encouraging, but sometimes you open my eyes to things and I’m really grateful for that :D

@greenstickynotes is the champion of keysmashing AND heartfelt emotional responses - your comments are always highlights, but even moreso I enjoy and savor your snapchat reactions because they are full of real, raw emotion that I cannot believe resulted from my writing. Honestly, you are a gift and I hope you never stop yelling.

@joanofarcticmonkeys is wonderful and supportive and takes time to comment even when she’s busy. Also she always sends prompts and she gets so emotional over my writing that she yells to her other friends about it (who are not even in the fandom?) - you are fantastic and I hope you know how much I love you.

@distinguisheddelusions is a recent commenter but their comments are pages long and they’re the most in-depth analyses I have ever received. I treasure and cherish every single word and thought they spend on my writing and characterization. They’ve been going through my works from back to front and commenting on my progress and I could just. weep tears of joy. Thank you so much, it’s the most validating thing EVER.

@marleeb left me a comment that I can’t get out of my head - it took me ages to answer because it made me so emotional? It was incredibly supportive and uplifting and just... exactly what I needed to hear to boost my confidence. I’m eternally grateful for that, honestly.

25 a fic you read this year that you would recommend everyone read

I haven’t been reading many fics actually - if you want recs, you could check out my bookmarks on ao3? - but I HAVE been reading books, and I’d like to recommend some if that’s okay instead…?

Dear Life by Alice Munro is a collection of short stories that is moving and important and just. Stuck with me. She won the Nobel Prize for literature for this book, and I think with good reason. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho is magic, plain and simple. A lovely tale (and it really is that, a tale) about finding yourself and your beliefs and I have re-read it at least 5 times. It’s stunning and beautiful and memorable.

Topics About Which I Know Nothing by Patrick Ness is a delightful collection of short stories - very diverse in the styles, but each one of them works remarkably well and I just loved reading it. So vibrant and colorful!

The Princess Saves Herself In This One by Amanda Lovelace is a collection of poems tying together to paint a stunning and startling picture of a woman who went through a hell of a lot to get to where she is - but she saved herself, as the title says. This book was a gift from @notinvidia and I read it in half a day - I devoured it, and I’m really, really glad I did. I didn’t think poetry was my thing at all, but here we are. Go read it.

Alternatively to that last one, read Milk And Honey and The Sun And Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur - stunning and immersive and expressive and just… important poems, the lot of them. They’re accompanied by art, too, and they’re all just so… full of life (and love and suffering and recovery) and it’s utterly fantastic and beautiful.

…okay, I think that’s enough raving for now. Maybe I should write book reviews? I’d enjoy that tbh. Would anyone be interested in reading them? hasdflasdh I might make some changes to this blog, or make a sideblog for my varying interests…? I’m just afraid I wouldn’t have enough energy to manage several tbh… and this blog is already a mess of everything, but I tag, so… it should be okay? xD Idk man. That’s a question for another day.

IN ANY CASE thank you so much for your questions, anon, I really loved answering them and I’d love to talk more about fics and writing, so feel free to ask away!!

#fanfic end of year asks #my writing #French speaks

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sleepykichii · 7 years

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11 Questions Tag

i was tagged by @pinkheichou @tiny-heichou and @salbelni so that's uh...that's 33 questions holy shit this is gonna be forever long lmaoo

Rules: 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people

idk if it’ll tag you guys if i put them under the cut so! i tag: @tokyo-ghouls-eat-rawmen @kingtatsunari @bertoltssweat @sluttttysurveycorps @piningmarco @lesliebruhleria @iviarka @softymir @dallyingdivergent @levi-nyanchou @noodlesforlyfe don’t feel obligated to do this!!

1. Is there a book/movie that you’ve read/watched many times? Which one? i usually dont like rewatching/rereading things but my guilty pleasure is snk, i love to watch the dubbed episodes and compare it to the subbed episodes, i love going back and noticing details i couldnt bc i was reading subtitles, comparing manga panels to anime scenes, yknow, lil things like that 2. What do you love most about your friends? they try their best to cheer me up when they know i'm feeling down~ 3. Ever been a witness to someone doing something hella embarrassing? (You don’t have to tell anything about it) uh yeah, my best friend irl fell and literally slid down her stairs when she was drunk after prom last year and wanted to do it again 4. A fandom you didn’t think you would ever be a part of? tbh danganronpa. on my old blog, before i got back into watching anime, i thought their hair was rly...unique, to say the least, and didn't think i would ever give it the time of day 5. Do you have a “trash character” you like? komaeda :') and ouma, i know a lot of ppl rly don't like him lmao 6. Pastel or Black? black, i love pastels but i look rly good in black lmao 7. Pet peeves? when ppl ignore/interrupt me, unneccesary loud noises, lack of privacy, AND WHEN PPL CHEW WITH THEIR MOUTH OPEN OH MY GOD 8. If you had one free wish what would it be? (Wishing for xx/endless wishes is not allowed) i would wish to bring immense joy to myself and every person i crossed paths with! 9. What are your favourite tropes/AUs for your ships? holy SHIT im a slut for AUs. i lovelovelove actor AUs, zombie/post apocalyptic AUs, high school/boarding school AUs, college AUs, summercamp AUs, band AUs, coffee shop AUs, apartment AUs...i could rly go on but i'll stop lmaooo 10. Are you an emotional person? VERY 11. Are you more attracted to popular ships or rare pairs? i dont rly have a preference, if i see a ship i like, it's popularity doesn't concern me c:

1. Whats your favorite book? i rly don't know, i haven't read a book in forever fml i've already read all the books on my shelf and they're like...8th grade reading level :-// my most recent read was more than this by patrick ness and it was pretty good! 2. Do you collect anything? stickers!! i love stickers so much lmao what else...cute pins, and i'm slowly building a collection i call 'roadside paintings' where -- you guessed it -- i pick up deserted paintings on the side on the road. i currently have two hanging up in my room! 3. The last Song you listened to? sir sly - high 4. Do you like Tea? If yes whats your favorite kind of tea? fuck yeah!! tea > coffee, all day every day. i rly love blueberry acai green tea and papaya passionfruit black tea!! 5. Whats the first Anime/Manga you ever watched/read? if u wanna get technical, sailor moon was the first ever, but naruto is the first one i went out of my way to watch. the first manga was shugo chara! i would probably still read it bc the characters are adorable and the plot is interesting! 6. Whats your favorite childhood movie? pokemon 2000!! 7. Your favorite poem? the universe took its time on you crafted you precisely so you could offer the world something distinct from everyone else so when you doubt how you were created you doubt an energy greater than us both -rupi kaur 8. Your favorite Painting? i don't rly have one!! 9. Whats the most amazing thing that happened to you? still somehow being alive right this very second 10. Whats the Title of the last Fanfiction you have read? i wanna say it was something simple like 'roommates' or along those lines, i honestly haven't read fanfiction in a couple weeks;; 11. Write 3 Book, Fanfic and Manga Title that you totally recommend! i have the comprehension skills of a potato so idk if you mean three of each or three total so i'm just gonna do three total book: more than this - patrick ness (rly good, rly weird. makes you think about our reality a little more. worth a reread when you're finished so you can piece all the information together) fanfic: blue bear - afishoutofwater (snk/eremin - i was in tears by the end of this, it's so sad but very well written. major character death & angst, just a heads up!) manga: killing stalking (hoo boy. this isnt for the faint of heart, lots of dark themes along the lines of torture and murder. not everyone's cup of tea, and that's okay!! <3)

① What are you most proud of? this is probably stupid to be proud of but it's the first thing that came to mind even though i wasnt that good, i made it into my eighth grade talent show playing the keyboard i got up there in front of the entire middle school and fucked up tremendously BUT I DIDNT CHICKEN OUT! so!! +1 point for tay woohoo ② Have you ever been so impressed you were left speechless? if you mean impressed by someone's level of stupidity, yeah lmaooo, otherwise not rly ③ What’s your favorite time of day? 10AM - 2-3PM, i'm the only one awake during these hours (unless my mom has work) and the house is completely silent for once ④ Is there a certain song that gives you goosebumps everytime you hear it? history maker from yoi gave me goosebumps for a while but no song has consistently given me goosebumps lmao ⑤ Is there something, let it be a hobby/food/movie/book/song/etc., from your childhood that you still love today? i still collect stickers and i still rly love beanie babies...i also don't mind watching the berenstein bears/dragon tales with my niece bc those were my faves when i was a kid ⑥ What never fails to make you happy? my morning solitude and fluffy art/fanfics of my otps!! ⑦ Do you dream? If so, which one was most memorable? i dream sometimes, but my fave reccurring dream is where everything is neon, like the saturation has been yanked up 100%, and i'm just walking down a sidewalk minding my own business, and then it starts raining acid and everything starts melting away until i'm just kinda floating in the void lmao i usually wake up right after everything disappears ⑧ Who’s your favorite tumblr artist/writer/editor/etc.? Feel free to name/tag more than one! the first one that came to mind was @glassesgirl0401, rarepair mom for life ; v ; ⑨ What’s your favorite fanart? Could you please link to its source? omg i love every piece of fanart tht i reblog i cant pick just one!! i rly love how everyone has their own art style and ways of drawing certain things differently, the individuality is what makes art so amazing! ⑩ What’s your headcanoned sexuality/gender identity/romantic orientation of your favorite SNK character? omg there's so many tht i like aaaaa if i had to pick just one, it would be armin and he's hella gay :3 ⑪ ^May I draw them with their pride flag’s colors for you? AAAAAA PLEASE?? that would be so great?! thank you!!! <3

here are my questions, i tried to make them interesting! 1.) If you had one, what was your 'stereotype' in school? (jock, nerd, goth, etc) 2.) What are your favorite and least favorite foods? 3.) Who is your favorite character from your current fandom and why? 4.) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? 5.) What are your favorite hobbies? 6.) Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter? 7.) What's one obstacle you've overcome recently? 8.) Yes or no: Pineapple on pizza? Fries dipped in mayonnaise? Ketchup on eggs? 9.) What is your most resourceful skill? 10.) If you could pick three fictional characters to bring to life, who would they be and why? 11.) What is the end-goal for you; What do you want to do with your life?

thanks for reading this far lmao sorry that took a lot longer than i thought it would

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