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zeraaachan · 8 months

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the coffee you spilled all over him ft. riddle and leona

ੈ♡˳ . in which you spilled coffee all over him and tasted sweet consequences.

riddle rosehearts.

The coffee you spilled all over him tastes like annoyance and frustration. Oh, he's sure it's all an honest mistake like you claim as you apologize over and over again. But Riddle Rosehearts is also sure that his notes are now honestly destined to the bin. The coffee you spilled all over him wouldn't taste as bitter, if only it didn't also painted his notes with brown and cream.

The coffee you spilled all over him back in your first week of college became savored by his clean and pristine notes. It coated the immaculate letters with the smell of caffeine and drenched the paper in a soggy glory. The coffee you spilled all over him is not as hot as the steam now coming out of the red haired housewarden's ears, who looks as if he's tempted to take your head off. Riddle Rosehearts looked at you for a long moment, insults threatening to come out of his lips as frustration bubbles from within him. But when he saw the panic and regret in your eyes as you fret over his notes and swear to make it up to him, Riddle Rosehearts, the tyrannical housewarden, for once, chose to turn his back before his rage further ruined what was already messed up.

The coffee you spilled all over him two weeks ago can now barely be remembered. He disposed of his notes long ago and acted as if nothing happened. Your apologies are only acknowledged with a nod yet no actual forgiveness was given. Perhaps Riddle cannot forgive you for making a coffee art out of his notes. Or perhaps not.

A small but discreet smile played on his lips as he picked up the clean and new notebook left on his desk, one that is identical to the one that became soaked with coffee. The petite man opened the notebook, going through the letters and notes written that are similar word by word to what he wrote on his notebook except for the messier handwriting. Riddle Rosehearts, can see that his notes are written letter by letter and in a way that seeks to imitate his ruined ones. He can guess that perhaps you picked the notebook he threw to the trash. Maybe you spent the night rewriting his notes seeing how your head is threatening to drop on the desk as you fight off your sleepiness.

The red tyrant closed his new notebook, carefully holding it with one hand, as he make way to the person who looks like they need a kick of caffeine.

A knock on your desk. A stoic but not a harsh look on his face. A subtle, very subtle red on his ears and cheeks if you'll look closely. And a simple offer in exchange to the notes you made up to him. "Do you have time for a cup of coffee?"

leona kingscholar.

The coffee you spilled all over him didn't spill to him at all. Instead, with lithe moves and reflexes as agile as a cat, Leona Kingscholar sidestepped and the coffee destined to embrace his shirt fell to the floor instead. But it didn't stopped some drops to splatter on his black shoes. Perhaps, yes, perhaps, perhaps he should've really caught you instead and prevented you from falling. He could've done that, but he didn't. Leona Kingscholar is the cat to your cat and mouse games. So you shouldn't have been surprised if he asked a month of service in exhange for the shoes you supposedly ruined with a few drops of coffee.

How can anyone refuse the second prince of Sunset Savanna anyway? You tried, but still how can anyone refuse when it wasn't a request but a demand.

Every morning you run to make errands for him, competing with Ruggie to see who is the most battered with exhaustion by the end of the day. Every morning, at the exact time before he wakes up, the lion makes his little mouse fetch a cup of coffee as if a reminder to rub salt on the wound that caused your situation. And every morning you'll present the coffee he requested, one that is coicidentally brewed the way you like it. But every morning Leona Kingscholar will only grin and make you drink the very coffee you sprinted for.

The coffee you spilled all over him is similar to the cup of caffeine you now always have ever since you started being a pair of feet to run for the lazy lion. Morning, run, coffee, no, drink. The repetitive cycle of sprinting like you life depends on it to the nearest coffee shop and coming back panting to give him his drink is already about to come to its end. Two weeks, three weeks, 'til came the last morning of your run. However, as soon as you opened the door to your unit to sprint for the king's coffee once again, you found the lion out of his den and at the front of your door instead.

Leona Kingscholar, the man you served for a month due to drops of coffee sprayed to his shoes, the same cocky man who only watched you with a smirk as you obediently drink the coffee he made you fetch, the lazy lion who listened to you ramble for an entire month, and the same man who is now outside your unit, hands on his pockets, as he leans on the door frame. "Shall we grab some coffee?"

in an owo mode today ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

part 2?

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts fluff #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar fluff #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #the spirit of fluff possessed me >:33

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yustea · 4 months

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Paring: bf Jisung x afab reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After a long week of stress, work and quick fucks, Y/N and Han are desperate to let off some steam. However, when Y/N comes up with the idea of incorporating Viagra in their sex life, will they be able to handle it when that desperation escalates to drug-induced, animalistic fucking?

Genre: +18 content so MDNI, bf Jisung, slight crack, wild primal smut!, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: switch!sub-lean!Han, switch!Y/N, unsafe!use!of!viagra!, Y/N is a MENACE, protected sex (reader has an IUD)!, intoxicated!sex!, dazed!sex!, primal!thoughts(?)!, rough!manhandling!, biting!, marking!, hair!tugging!, pussy!eating!, mutual!masturbation!, rough!fingering!, messy!, cum!eating!, riding!, doggy!style!, creampie! (wrap it before you tap it), pet!names! (babe, baby!boy!, darling, my love, baby, pretty baby), mentions of shower!sex!, possession!, crying!

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

WARNING: This use and representation of Viagra is INACCURATE and UNSAFE to take. Please DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME and always THOROUGHLY RESEARCH and CONSULT WITH HEALTH PROFESSIONALS before consuming ANY TYPE OF DRUG.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Han quizzed as he squinted at the fineprint upon the box, thoroughly underlining each section of text with a delicate finger. He glanced between the spoons, the scattered viagra pills decorating the countertop of the kitchen and you, who was dividing equal portions to two glasses. You swatted a hand, pooh-poohing his validated concern. “Babe, if I’m being honest, I could give less of a fuck right now,” you waltzed to the sink carrying the glasses and filling them up to equal levels. “It’s been ages since we’ve spiced up our sex life cause of work and other events,” you placed them on the counter, dropping two pills per cup and stirring them vigorously with a spoon. “And frankly,” you squatted down to watch them rapidly dissolve in the liquid, Han following suit. “I need a hard and rough fuck.”

A spluttered cough was sounded to your left, a smirk etching your lips as you glanced at the eruption of rouge gracing his flushed face. “Cat caught your tongue darling?” you battered your lashes, presenting him with your best seductive siren eyes. “Sh-shut up,” he choked out, playfully slapping your shoulder. You chuckled, returning your sight to the now foggy solution slowly swirling around in the glasses. “Yaayyyy, it’s done!!” you jumped up in glee, rapidly clapping your hands in excitement. Hurriedly, you passed a glass to Han, beaming at him with eagerness as he gingerly took the glass from your hand. He swallowed.

“What if something goes wrong?” Han gazed into your eyes, a frown forming as worry and unsurety splayed across his features. You cupped his cheek with a hand, gently caressing his smooth skin. “If it’s that much of an issue, we don’t have to do it,” you assured him. He leaned into your touch, a brief moment passing before he quickly shook his head. “Fuck it, we only live once,” he stated before winding your arm around his to create a love shot. A devilish grin unfurled from your lips as a mischievous glint illuminated your eyes. “That’s the spirit baby boy,” you winked at him. He rolled his eyes. “You’ll be the death of me.” A quiet chortle erupted from your mouth.

“Bottoms up my love,” you clinked glasses and with that you both downed the drinks, grimacing at the bitter after-taste. “That tasted like shit,” Han gagged, cutely wrinkling his nose as he set aside his glass. “Agreed,” your body shuddered in response to the disgusting flavour. A quiet silence enveloped the atmosphere, both of you lost in thought. “Well,” he voiced after a moment. “I guess we’ll see how long this’ll take.”

He drummed his fingers against the counter as you hummed in agreement, anticipation lacing your veins. “I think I’m going to have a shower,” you contemplated, leaning in to place a delicate peck to his cheek. You brushed against his ear. “Don’t miss me too much my love,” you murmured, gently nibbling the cartilage, teasingly pulling away before he could touch you. A frustrated smirk adorned his lips, his grip tightening against the kitchen bench. “You little tease,” he sighed as he shook his head, gaze trailing after you as you sauntered off to the bathroom, flashing him a final wink before locking the door behind you.

Not even ten minutes later cool water sprayed against your heated and tingly skin as thick globs of arousal dripped down your thighs. A primal fog of desperation clouded your logic and senses as you rapidly rubbed your clit. A loud mewl ripped from your throat in need. “J-jisung-,” you panted, now humping your hand in swift, erratic, pulsating motions. As if summoned, an urgent knock echoed the bathroom walls and a meek “B-babe?” was whimpered behind the locked door. You scrambled out of the shower, not bothering to dry off nor change. With jittery hands you unlocked the door and your world paused as your eyes feasted on the sight before you.

There, in the doorway, stood Han. You took in his bare form; gleaming sweat glistened against his rubicund complexion, strips of hair clung to his damp forehead, primaeval lust embellished his virile features as he shamelessly eyed your naked body. His chest expanded and contracted with each heave, his ligaments twitching in agitated desire. Your gaze slowly trailed his sculpted frame, admiring his lean physique and halting at the prize that stood tall and proud between his limbs. The bulbous tip was tinted in an angry crimsoned hue as dribbles of precum leaked from the slit, defining veins protruding from his long shaft. Your breath hitched as you encompassed in the view of his erected dick, your thighs clenching as lewd thoughts swam in your drug-induced mind. An audible gulp echoed as a treacle of arousal slid down your legs. You flickered your eyes back to his.

As if possessed, your mouths collided, inflicting a chaotic battle of tongues and teeth as your hands roamed each other's skin. With a bang, Han slammed the door shut, rattling the condiments on the counter and pinning you against the cool door as he continued to devour you. Choirs of breathy whines escaped your throats as desperation and impatience surged through your bodies. You harshly holstered your legs around his hips, forcing his thigh to wedge between your palpitating cunt. A jolted moan erupted from your lips at the contact, eyes rolling back as you broke the violent transit of kissing. Han dived for your exposed neck, littering bruising bites as his canines lightly pierced your skin. Your mouth gaped in a silent shriek as he continued his nimble ministrations, leaving a stream of red and warm-purple blotches in his wake as he pursued down, down, until he was level with your sopping pussy.

He inhaled deeply, basking in your alluring scent as a guttural groan resonated throughout his thorax. A carnal, possessive desire infatuated his being as he moistened his lips. “Mine,” he growled before licking rabid strips against your mound. A choked whine cascaded your vocals as he demolished your throbbing heat. You rutted your hips in sync with his beastly motions as your animalistic temperament consumed your entire consciousness. “Ji-Jisu-ng,” you gasped. He glanced up, his brown doe eyes glinting with need as his hand wandered between his legs, hissing in pleasure as he held his seeping cock. His grip on your waist tightened as he began to jack off, setting an undulated rapid pace. He thumbed his tip, earning a desperate mewl as more semen leaked from the angry slit. The vibrations of his vocals rippled against your clit, sprinkling your mind with a euphoric sensation. Your hips became hasty as you chanted his name like a mantra.

“Cl-cl-clos-e,” you breathly whined as your fingers intertwined in his sweaty locks, tugging and pulling at the roots, jolting a loud whimper from his mouth and spurring Han to fasten his motions. “M-me t-too,” he sighed, flinging his head back as he felt the surge of his impending release. He roughly pummelled two fingers into your wet heat, haphazardly scissoring you open, leaving you gaping and breathless. He began toying with your clit, mirroring his antics with the head of his shaft. You both elicited a loud moan at the stimulation, wildly humping your hips as you and Han chased your orgasms. “Go-nna c-cum!” you cried as you fell over the edge of tranquil bliss. Your juices squirted on Han’s hand and pleasure-ridden face, his own cum splattering against your quaking legs and the wooden door, painting it a creamy hue.

In an esurient daze, Han hungrily lapped at your sweet fluid, groaning as the taste flooded his searing tongue. You continued to rut against his mouth, gradually riding out your high. Deep, heavy, pants plagued the bathroom as both you and Han caught your breaths, the scents of your arousals pluming the air as need slowly began to itch at your veins once more. You felt a soft tap below your kneecap and peered down to see the quivering body of Han. Sat perched on his knees, eyes shimmering with a silent plea as his cock was still erected and vibrantly red as a meek whimper chorused his throat. “P-please,” he begged as water glistened his tear ducts. “N-need t-to f-uck you.” He snaked his arms around your waist before gently dragging you down, plonking you onto his cum coated lap, whining at the contact against his tingly skin.

Your limbs shook as you exhaustingly hoisted yourself above his pulsating shaft, drooling at the sight of his tip continuing to seep his semen. You wet your lips. “R-ready?” you horsley cooed. An eager nod was all you needed before you plunged his member deep into your slick chore. You both abruptly gasped, a lewd whine following suit at the sensation. You began to bounce, repeatedly pounding on his cock as the primal fog enveloped you with desire once more. Han’s jaw fell slack as his mouth gaped in silent, intoxicated bliss. Rugged pants reverberated across the confined space, your breaths mixing and intertwining with one another as you quickened your pace. You grazed your hand against his cheek, tilting his head as you pressed your lips against his, exchanging saliva in a sloppy, feverish kiss.

Han angled his face, devouring your mouth as he planted his heels against the smooth surface of the tiles and thrusted. Riveting bursts of pleasure raced throughout your bodies with each smack of your hips as he repeatedly struck your g-spot. Sparks flew in your vision, almost becoming palpable. His nails dug into your skin, embellishing them with crescent-shaped marks. Laboured whines and moans encircled the atmosphere as you teetered on the edge of utopia. “S-so c-clo-se!” Han panted, his pace now rabid in desperation to orgasm. “M-e t-too!” you cried as your wet heat clenched his twitching dick like a vise.

In a sudden lurch, Han flipped you onto your stomach, accidentally thumping the cabinetry in suit as a series of loud clatters tinkered against the counter, sink and ground. Without a care, Han continued to piston his hips into your sopping pussy, now in doggy-style. He gently raked his nails down your exposed nape to the curve of your ass, a lewd groan surging from his throat. “M-my p-pretty ba-by,” he whined as he ran his hand to the back of head and gave a firm tug on your damp hair. You gave a vehement mewl at the sensation, carving your palms with moon-like streaks. “C-cu-m-ming!” you squealed, clouded speckles blinding your vision as you came. Your juices plashed against his pulsating shaft as he gave a final cry before drowning your drenched cunt in his thick ropes of cum.

Filthy whimpers enveloped the room as Han continued to half-heartedly rut into your core. Your filled heat spasmed as overstimulation began to settle in your limbs as you gradually came down from your high, your sight becoming crystal. Once your breathing regulated a little, Han’s arms gave in and he collapsed on top of you, enveloping you in his embrace. He delicately brushed aside stray strands of your hair before placing a loving peck upon your forehead and slumping beside you. “Wow,” he wheezed after a moment’s pause, your chests heaving in exhaustion as you regained your bearings. With quaking limbs you sat up, gazing upon the tarnished bathroom as scatters of health-care and beauty products adorned the floor, some oozing liquid from its fractured encasement.

“We’ve fucked the bathroom,” you gruffly chuckled, wincing slightly as your throat felt like sandpaper. Han propped himself up and his eyes widened as a sheepish grin graced his flushed features. “My bad,” he grimaced before expelling in a coughing fit and laying back down on the cold tile as he closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. You glanced at him, a small smile gracing your lips before your eyes flitted to the cum-stained door, some of Han’s essence still dripping onto the tiled floor. “We should really clean that before it permanently discolours it,” you gestured to the ghastly evidence. Han merely hummed before you attempted to stand up, only to have your knees buckle and flop to the ground in exhaustion. A muffled laugh chorused from your side.

“Shut up,” you hissed. “This is your fault.” A small pout formed on your face as you softly slapped his arm in feign annoyance. Han only giggled more before he sat eye-level with you. “Sorry my love,” he grinned before pecking your pouty lips. He stood up with a groan, carefully dodging the fallen objects before returning with a damp towel and thoroughly wiped the edge of the door, chucking it in the bin afterward. “What about me?” you teasingly huffed, gesturing to your leaking pussy as a mixture of both your fluids trickled onto the floor. He playfully rolled his eyes, already retrieving another damp cloth before bending down and delicately wiping away the remnants of your cums. Your breath hitched at the cool touch, sucking on your lip to suppress any audible whimpers.

“You know,” you started after a pause as Han’s eyes flickered up to yours. “With how hard you fucked me, you probably broke my IUD in two.” A startled choking noise sounded from him as his skin ran a deeper crimson. You cackled at his response before cupping his rouged face in your hands, halting his motions as you caressed his warm cheeks. “My shy baby,” you cooed, planting a sweet kiss upon his lips. Your mouths moulded in sync as Han dropped the cloth and mirrored the kiss, sighing in contentment as he held you closer. You carefully broke the kiss, pulling back to admire his handsome features as he reclined into your palms. “I love you,” you whispered. A warm smile spread across his face as he leant in to peck your forehead. “I love you too,” he hummed, staring at you adoringly.

Suddenly, he stiffened. His face flushed a deeper crimson. You felt something prod your core. Han quickly glanced down. Then back at you. Your eyes widened. A bashful smirk adorned his face.

“Round two?”

A/N: Heyyyyy guys I'm backkkk!!! I've been working on this fic for a while now so I hope you all enjoyed it :)) ALSO WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWS!! I'm so happy!! I can't thank you guys enough for sticking around when I haven't been posting much, it really means a lot to me :)). Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33

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dorianthekinkymf · 7 years

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50 Questions

I was tagged by the amazing @fiery-feyre and i’m sorry this took so long to do!!

1. Coke or Pepsi? Neither hahah

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney!!

3. Coffee or tea: Coffee all day, every day

4. Books or movies? Both!! I mean some stories are better told in movie form and others in book form

5. Windows or Mac? Mac

6. DC or Marvel? Marvel

7. Xbox or Playstation? Playstation

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect? No idea what that is lol

9. Night owl or early bird? Night own

10. Cards or chess? Cards

11. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

12. Vans or converse? Converse

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? No idea

14. Fluff or angst? Depending on my mood haha and the ship

15. Beach or forest? Forest

16. Dogs or cats? Puppies!!

17. Clear skies or rain? Rain

18 Cooking or eating out? Eating out

19. Spicy food or mild food? Mild. I can’t eat any spice at all

20. Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/Christmas? Christmas

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? A little too cold because then i can just put on a jacket hehehe

22. If you could have a superpower what would it be? Invisibility

23. Animation or live action? Live action

24. Paragon or renegade? no idea lol

25. Baths or showers? Shower

26. Team cap or team ironman? TEAM IRONMAN, ALL DAY EVERY DAY. RDJ MY LOVE

27. Fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they?

I absolutely adore this quote, like every time i hear it i feel happy inside hehe:

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife” - Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

29. YouTube or Netflix? Netflix

30. Harry potter or Percy Jackson? Harry Potter

31. When do you feel accomplished? when I achieve my goals :)

32. Star Wars or Star Trek? Star Wars

33. Paperback books or hardback books? Paperback

34. To live in a world without literature or without music? NNONONONONON NEITHER

35. Pale faded colours or vibrant colours? pale faded i think

36. Good characterization with a bad plot or a good plot with bad characterisation? Neither

37. Favourite Disney movie? WHY YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY BABIES

38. TV show adaptations or movie adaptations? TV show

39. Museum or library? I like history museums and libraries equally :)

40. High School musical or Camp Rock? Camp Rock

41. Three songs that have a special meaning to you? okay so these questions are super hard? There are so many songs that i love that it’s hard to come up with three!!

43. Favourite smells? I love the smell of books!!

44. If you could do your life over, would you and why? I mean sometimes i feel like i would say yes, but i haven’t even got to fully live this life so wouldn’t want to start over

45. Would you kill someone you love to save 20 strangers? I wouldn’t be able to kill someone i loved

46. If you could have personally witnessed anything, what would you want it to be? The Victorian Era - i absolutely adore that time in history

47. If you had to pick one colour to represent you as a person, what would it be and why? Black like my soul. I joke, i joke haha

Blue. I can mix and mingle with almost anyone

48. What passion would you pursue if there were no restrictions on your life (money, time, ability/education, etc)? I would probably write or maybe play tennis or something

49. If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be (can also be a mythical one)? Dragon

50. What is your spirit animal? Probably a cat hahah because i love to sleep

I tag anyone who wants to do this!!

#tag games #krish #answered

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sparklesfists · 7 years

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long ass meme

tagged by @cardassiansunrise

1. Coke or Pepsi? coke 2. Disney or Dreamworks: disney 3. Coffee or tea: coffee 4. Books or movies? books 5. Windows or Mac? mac 6. DC or Marvel? marvel 7. Xbox or Playstation? xbox 8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect? 9. Night owl or early bird? night owl 10. Cards or chess? cards 11. Chocolate or vanilla? chocolate 12. Vans or converse? neither, but converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? 14. Fluff or angst? both. yeah, both is good 15. Beach or forest? beach. but none of that pcb-type bullshit. it’s gotta be quiet. and empty. 16. Dogs or cats? cats 17. Clear skies or rain? rain 18 Cooking or eating out? cooking 19. Spicy food or mild food? mild. i’m a wimp 20. Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/Christmas? christmas 21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? cold 22. If you could have a superpower what would it be? read minds 23. Animation or live action? both 24. Paragon or renegade? 25. Baths or showers? showers 26. Team cap or team ironman? both. i don’t play favorites there. 27. Fantasy or sci-fi? also both 28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? "in the dark there may be fear, but there is also hope.” ”use what talents you possess; the woods will be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.” ”each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.” 29. YouTube or Netflix? netflix 30. Harry potter or Percy Jackson? both. i’m notoriously indecisive. 31. When do you feel accomplished? when hard work finally pays off 32. Star Wars or Star Trek? star wars 33. Paperback books or hardback books? hardback 34. To live in a world without literature or without music? what a terrible question. literature. music has saved me in more than one way on more than one occasion. 35. Pale faded colours or vibrant colours? faded 36. Good characterization with a bad plot or a good plot with bad characterisation? good characterization 37. Favourite Disney movie? mary poppins 38. TV show adaptations or movie adaptations? also both 39. Museum or library? library 40. High School musical or Camp Rock? high school musical 41. Three songs that have a special meaning to you? sleep my child//eric whitacre, saturn//sleeping at last, to build a home//the cinematic orchestra 43. Favourite smells? those associated with the people closest to me; their perfumes, laundry detergent, etc. 44. If you could do your life over, would you and why? yes; don’t ask why 45. Would you kill someone you love to save 20 strangers? don’t make me answer this 46. If you could have personally witnessed anything, what would you want it to be? any groundbreaking surgery 47. If you had to pick one colour to represent you as a person, what would it be and why? dark blue 48. What passion would you pursue if there were no restrictions on your life (money, time, ability/education, etc)? clarinet. i can only dedicate so much time to it now, and i would really like to give it more. 49. If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be (can also be a mythical one)? tbh i just want a few rescue cats 50. What is your spirit animal? probably a cat

tagging: no one. fight me.

#text #about me

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astral-mechanical · 7 years

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I’ve been tagg-ed!

Shoutout to @a-whole-lot-of-bees for tagging.

1) Coke or Pepsi? Neither, really.

2) Disney or Dreamworks? Pre-Shrek Dreamworks, back in the good ole days of Dreamworks 2D animation. Also, Pixar.

3) Coffee or Tea? Tea, but I feel like I would really like coffee if I tried it.

4) Books or movies? Movies

5) Windows or mac? Windows

6) D.C. or Marvel? DC. It’s absurd and I love it fite me.

7) Xbox or PlayStation? Xbox, because of a very old and ludicrous game I used to play called Fusion Frenzy when I was very small. It’s the best game.

8) Dragon age or mass effect? Going with Mass Effect solely because of the memes that keep coming up on my dash

9) Night owl or early riser? Night owl, but I dream of someday becoming an early riser.

10) Cards or chess? Cards

11) Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla

12) Vans or converse? I don’t keep up with what the kids are wearing these days

13) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Lavellan, because that’s a pretty name and I know nothing about this

14) Fluff or angst? In my heart of hearts I must admit angst. But fluff is a close second.

15) Beach or forest? Beach. Preferably by the forest.

16) Dogs or cats? Mostly team dog.

17) Clear skies or rain? Aesthetic-wise, definitely rain. But it rained yesterday and it was really cold and I could use some warmer weather.

18) Cooking or eating out? Cooking for the win.

19) Spicy or mild food? Mild. Super mild. Negative spiciness.

20) Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/Christmas? I love them both and I cannot decide

21) Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? A little too cold. I despise being too hot.

22) If you could have a superpower what would it be? Precognition, or the ability to send letters to my past self. Or flight would be pretty good too. But I think precognition would be the best one.

23) Animation or live action? Infinitely biased toward animation

24) Paragon or renegade? Paragon!

25) Bath or shower? Showers. Especially showers in the dark.

26) Team Cap or team Ironman? Cap, but only because I am unequivocally team Antman.

27) Fantasy or sci-fi? Gotta go with fantasy

28) Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they?

I have a few quotes that I think of quite often. The first is this mantra I found online:

“Be funny, be clean, be present, be honest, be a good host, be brave, be happy”.

The second one is rather long, it’s something my dad used to describe my granddad. I really want to live up to it.

"Occasionally, even today, you come across certain people who seem to possess an impressive inner cohesion. They are not leading fragmented, scattershot lives. They have achieved inner integration. They are calm, settled, and rooted. They are not blown off course by storms. They don’t crumble in adversity. Their minds are consistent and their hearts are dependable. Their virtues are not the blooming virtues you see in smart college students; they are the ripening virtues you see in people who have lived a little and have learned from joy and pain. Sometimes you don’t even notice these people, because while they seem kind and cheerful, they are also reserved. They possess the self-effacing virtues of people who are inclined to be useful but don’t need to prove anything to the world: humility, restraint, reticence, temperance, respect, and soft self-discipline. They radiate a sort of moral joy. They answer softly when challenged harshly. They are silent when unfairly abused. They are dignified when others try to humiliate them, restrained when others try to provoke them. But they get things done. They perform acts of sacrificial service with the same modest everyday spirit they would display if they were just getting the groceries. They are not thinking about what impressive work they are doing. They are not thinking about themselves at all. They just seem delighted by the flawed people around them. They just recognize what needs doing and they do it. They make you feel funnier and smarter when you speak with them. They move through different social classes not even aware, it seems, that they are doing so. After you’ve known them for a while it occurs to you that you’ve never heard them boast, you’ve never seen them self-righteous or doggedly certain. They aren’t dropping little hints of their own distinctiveness and accomplishments. They have not led lives of conflict-free tranquillity, but have struggled toward maturity.”

Also, this one from xkcd:

“Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they're doing. Do things without always knowing how they'll turn out. You're curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off. There are so many adventures that you miss because you're waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. And remember that you are always making up the future as you go.”

29) YouTube or Netflix? Netflix

30) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? I must regrettably go with Harry Potter. The books are better but I hate the megacorporation it’s turned into.

31) When do you feel accomplished? When I do something nice for someone else, when my room is clean, when I create something beautiful, when my plants are thriving, and when I follow impulses to do something interesting.

32) Star Wars or Star Trek? Hardcore trekkie.

33) Paperback books or hardcover books? Hardcover’s more durable and I’m pretty rough with my books.

34) Fantastic beasts or Cursed child? Honestly I hated them both.

35) Rock or pop music? Pop.

36) What is the most important thing in your life? My family, my ability to make the world better, my friends and my religion.

37) Mountains or sea/ocean? Definitely the ocean. Mountains are great but the ocean is just.. I don’t know. An existential crisis incarnate. I love it.

38) How do you express yourself? Texting snarky commentary to my friends throughout the day, talking to wise people in my family, and doing art.

39) What’s the first book/film that really counted to you? The Empty Pot, a beautifully illustrated childrens book that I loved. Or James Herriot’s All Creatures Great and Small, something my dad would read to me all the time.

40) What’s your element (air, water, etc.)? Water

41) If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Bruges, Amsterdam, Prague, Montana, the Oregon coast, and to an active volcano.

42) If you had any job in the world, what would it be? I would paint murals or build stained glass for LDS temples.

43) If you were granted three wishes, what would they be? A clear knowledge of what life decisions would make me the happiest, faster than light space travel, and I’d find someone smarter than me to make my last wish.

44) If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Lasagna soup. It’s so good. 10/10 would recommend.

45) If you could only have one, which social media platform would you use for the rest of your life? Either Reddit or Tumblr

46) Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor? Hufflepuff. But all the quizzes keep saying Slytherin so I don’t know what’s up with that. Slytherpuff?

47) What’s your favorite food discourse guilty pleasure? Ketchup goes in the fridge, not the pantry.

48) (Ash’s question) is there something that you regret not doing, or a chance you regret not taking? what is it and why do you regret it? A long time ago there was someone in my ward asking for volunteers to help mentally disabled kids on Sundays. I didn’t volunteer because I was scared, and I thought I wouldn’t do a good job. And maybe that’s true, but I think God would have given me the capacity to do it if I had just tried.

Also, about two weeks ago I found an open door to one of the tunnels deep underground on BYU campus. I went in, but I heard footsteps and left rather quickly. I regret not exploring it more because I don’t think I’m going to find another open door anytime soon.

49) Andrea’s question: what’s something that never fails to make you nostalgic? Old video games, and walking through my elementary school.

50) Kate’s question: what does your favorite clothing item or outfit look like? I have this really great skirt that’s dark blue with white lace. I love wearing it. That and my blanket cape.

My question: What's something you love to talk about?

I tag @rowanfalls, @jadedoodles, @elliethejellybelly, @niche-pastiche (if you wanna) and, you know, whoever.

Good times.

#about me #jeepers this turned out long

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