#(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs

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🖤 uwu back <3

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours || accepting

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

#bold for obvious yes italics for sometimes or kinda #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #demcnsinmymind #in conclusion: still thinks lance is a bit of a dick but he's also kinda into that so

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mslangermann: 🖤

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours || accepting

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

#mslangermann #kinda cringe #just bolding every positive response to the sex one lmao #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #bold for obvious yes. italics for somewhat / circumstantial answers

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They're a 10 but they can only go three fingers deep.

+ @smugliar also said: They’re a 10 but their sleep paralysis demon has a better ass.

he's a ten but... || accepting

      “Neither of which seemed to bother you last night.”

#smugliar #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #what's the problem huh. so you're saying he's a ten and there are no downsides???

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@paledeath​ asked: "And so I just...hit record, sì?" hello this man doesn't know how to use a camera

      “--Might want to try turning it on, first.”

#(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #paledeath #good try tho

[walriding]

Hmm, sounds like people are playing the "Let's bug Miles the Most" competition.

      It's just 24/7 disrespect around here.

#(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #useralan

[walriding]

what is their idea of the afterlife?  does it scare them?

real important character development q's || accepting

      It’s not something Miles really thinks about much, if at all.

      He was raised Catholic, so he still has a lingering sense of the dichotomy between Heaven and Hell -- and on some level he wants to believe a setup like that is true. Do good and get the reward of eternal peace surrounded by your loved ones; be a massive piece of shit and get all the fire and brimstone you deserve in perpetuity. But, then, it’s not really as simple as being a good person or being a bad person. There’s rules. All the sacraments, the requirement of having faith. The right kind of faith. And then the definition of what constitutes sin gets into some messy, exclusionary, holier-than-thou territory -- and that’s where it all falls apart for him.

      At the end of the day, though, he doesn’t care what happens after death. Because what does that really matter? Any promise of Heaven or some equally fluffy picture of eternity doesn’t make up for all the suffering people have to go through on this side of reality. And it’s not as though the threat of Hell stops people from doing awful, unspeakable things -- half the time in the name of religion. He’d rather focus on real, tangible problems than waste his time with any kind of grandiose philosophy about the afterlife. Realistically, death is probably just a whole lot of nothing anyway.

      After everything that he’s gone through, Miles has also come to realize that the thought of not dying is actually a lot scarier than whatever void is waiting for you after kicking the bucket. Being doomed to survive while potentially losing pieces of himself alone the way scares the shit out of him -- if anything it makes the notion of a blissfully black afterlife of nonexistence appealing.

#(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #i'd say he might philosophically tend towards that bit from midnight mass #where riley talks about being gone when he's dead but his energy -- at least on a biological level -- going back into the universe #but even then that would require miles to think about metaphyiscal shit for two seconds which he's not into lol #paledeath

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has anyone ever betrayed their trust? do they still speak to them? 🍵

real important character development q's || accepting

      A majority of the betrayals Miles has experienced in life have been on a professional level rather than a personal one. The most notable being, of course, the Afghanistan story that got him fired from his staff reporter job. It was a piece highlighting corruption he uncovered in a brief stint covering a war correspondent position -- a truth that Miles couldn’t stomach brushing under the rug. When he brought the piece (and evidence) to the higher ups instead of the story he was meant to bring back, he was honestly taken aback to hear it wouldn’t be published. Miles certainly didn’t assume the best of corporations -- even news-based media ones -- even back then, but he wasn’t yet jaded enough to think that people in the journalism business would cover something so heinous up for the sake of their own reputations. Of course, he published the piece through a third party source and got fired for a breach of contract. Which wasn’t a surprise, but it still hurt. Miles lost most of his professional contacts as a result, people in the business he thought he could trust to at least see his side of things. Either they cut him off or he was the one telling them to go fuck themselves.

      In the personal realm, he’s experienced comparatively minor betrayals in a few relationships. Rejection by exes that stung even if he saw them coming, a general lack of support from his parents once his career got messy. The latter was a particular sore point for Miles prior to the asylum. He continued speaking to his family in spite of their judgement, but it was strained and he made a lot of excuses to keep his distance. It stung every time one of them -- his mother in particular -- scolded him for his choices and where they’d landed him. Reconciliation likely would have happened eventually, but then Murkoff derailed everything about his life. 

      The fact that he currently doesn’t speak to anyone he once knew -- colleagues, friends, his own family -- is out of necessity rather than choice.

#literalminded #(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs

[walriding]

do they enjoy silence or find it too loud?

real important character development q's || accepting

      It depends entirely on the nature of the silence. 

      Miles is generally good at navigating social situations and keeping a dialogue flowing when it needs to. He’s not a fan of pointless small talk, but whether he’s with one person or a group he’ll be genuinely engaging -- he’s quick to pick up on people’s conversational habits and the things they’re interested in talking about. On the flipside of that he’s also very good at dissecting what pisses people off, so even if he doesn’t like you he’s probably not gonna keep his mouth shut.

      Companionable silence is alright by him, though. He isn’t the type to fill dead air unnecessarily. If it’s not awkward he’s content to just be in the moment. Most of the time he’s on his own anyway, so he’s used to not having someone around to talk to. Or even having much audio stimulus in his space aside from maybe music or a tv on in the background. He doesn’t need background noise to work, but if he’s just sitting around a motel room it beats listening to himself think. But he rarely if ever drives without the radio on.

      All that being said, he’s got literal static in his brain at least 97% of the time, so his concept of silence is... relative. The constant -- and occasionally overbearing -- presence of the Walrider makes him more inclined to maintain quiet from time to time. 

#smugliar #(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #i rambled because the more i thought about it the more i realized how broad the concept of silence is lol #social silence vs environmental silence i guess

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@cyberpawn​ asked: [truth serum] "Miles, d'you think we can really fight against corporations with how we are now? We're just two, or uh, kinda technically four people? Sorta four people? Do you think we can all make a difference?"

truth serum || accepting

      “Do I think as individuals -- or collectives, or whatever the fuck -- we’re gonna make much of a difference? Probably not.”

      Honest, maybe painfully so. But that isn’t atypical for Miles. For Vale he sugarcoats more than he ordinarily would, if only because he doesn’t want to be responsible for killing that spark of resistance against the status quo. Their optimism grates on him occasionally, but maybe that’s only because Miles is too far past jaded to remember really, genuinely feeling like he could make a difference.

      He must’ve been that hopeful once, though, even if it seems like a lifetime ago.

      “Tearing the whole system down is gonna take a hell of a lot more than just us. And that’s the only way it’s all gonna stop, by pulling it up by the roots and burning it. Your brain roommate couldn’t even make that happen with a goddamn nuke -- so no, I don’t think we’re gonna be the death of corporations any time soon.”

      “But fighting to win and fighting to make a difference are two different things. We’re not gonna have total victory against the likes of Araska and Murkoff and every other corp that’s got their filthy hands around society’s throat. But we can make ‘em miserable while we have the chance. And if someone else stands up and starts pushing back because they saw you doing it -- then you’ve at least done something.”

#(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #cyberpawn #(ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ) ;;; Vᴇʀsᴇ: Cʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ

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@demcnsinmymind​ asked: Did you care about what was being done to people at Mount Massive, or were you just chasing a story that could help boost your career?

truth serum || accepting 

      “Both, I guess.”

      He can’t pretend like there wasn’t some personal motivation at play. For years Murkoff had been Miles’ proverbial white whale, the catch that was always just tauntingly out of reach. They were always ten steps ahead no matter what angle he played, with enough money and resources to cover an immeasurably wide swath of crimes that made the Geneva Conventions seem like a checklist. Knowing what they were doing -- and back then, he didn’t really know more than a fraction of the horrors -- and watching them keep getting away with it made his stomach turn. In the reporter’s mind, Murkoff was the summation of everything wrong with the world. Profit over lives, over ethics, over humanity. The same kind of fucked up greed he’d flushed his career down the toilet to fight, because it didn’t matter what package corruption came in, whether it was the government or a corporation. At the end of the day, what was the difference?

      The personal vendetta he’d built against the company ran parallel to the quiet, simmering bitterness over that long ago dismissal from his first real staff reporter job. Even now it’s not a world he wants to go back to, hemmed in by the agendas of people with more zeros in their paychecks. Independent investigation suits him well. But, god, the thought of one of his stories being the final nail in the coffin, the big red button that nukes Murkoff once and for all, has long held a certain appeal. The death of the monster that keeps ruining lives, and a big fat middle finger to anyone who’s ever doubted Miles.

      But what had the story mattered, in the end? In his mind he can pinpoint the precise moment in which those lingering thoughts of ambition were stripped away. The elevator doors had opened on the underground lab deep below the asylum and it was like a gut punch. Miles knew down to his bones he wasn’t making it out of there alive. The best he could hope for was someone coming across his corpse and his records, someone with a better shot of getting it all out there and watching it all burn. It wasn’t about him anymore. It wasn’t about a personal grudge or a professional redemption. 

      It was about making sure whatever the fuck was happening there didn’t get out. That it couldn’t happen ever again.

      “At first I thought that story was gonna be it, y’know? My ticket back to credibility, and Murkoff’s ticket to ruin.” He laughs. He has to laugh, because if he doesn’t what else would he do? “I wanted to help people, I wanted to see Murkoff get theirs -- still do -- but I wanted to be the one that pulled the trigger. Just for the satisfaction. Just to feel like I finally did something right and worthwhile.”

      “I would’ve been one heartless bastard if I didn’t feel for those patients, those people that Murkoff used and threw away like garbage. By the end that’s all I cared about. Getting the word out, stopping...” he trails off, jaw clenching. “None of it mattered, anyway. Career’s still in the shitter and Murkoff’s still doing what they do best.”

#(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #demcnsinmymind #he has a disease it's called Caring Too Much and it's incurable

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god I will kill for miles in dbd

idk if you mean this in an a) 'I would kill to see him in dbd' way or a b) 'I would kill for him in his dbd verse' way but

a) me too anon, me too

b) not if he dies for you first 😘

#(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #outlast chapter when!!!! fuck!!!!! #(ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ (...ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏɢ)) ;;; ᴏᴏᴄ

[walriding]

miles can i name all ur ants

"Do you plan on naming each of his blood cells next?"

#maddie: h #the walrider: please do not #sdfhsdjkl #the ants are simply part of the collective okay #celestieu #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #miles loves u maddie the walrider is just Like That

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@unethicalpractice​ asked: What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

character building questions || accepting

      I honestly don’t know what journalist stereotypes are? Unfortunately a lot of people these days probably think reporter = liar, but he’s honest to a fault which goes against the negative assumption. He’s very nosy, which is probably to be expected. Along the lines of presumed dishonesty, I’m sure some people expect him to have a lot of bias or that he’s always trying to push an agenda, which... is kind of true but not in the expected sense. He’s got an anti-corporate slant rather than some nefarious political agenda he’s shilling for. But he enjoys being opinionated and nosy which just falls in line with stereotypes. And he reads a decent amount, keeps up with current news, enjoys history as a subject -- likely all things you’d expect.

      Wait hold on I found an article with this opening line: “For as long as I’ve been aware of stereotypes, I have known of those that characterize journalists: They are coffee- and liquor-guzzling, foul-mouthed, jaded, liberal, middle-aged folk with prematurely graying hair and are perpetually broke.” It’s just a Miles checklist, I’d like to apologize to journalists everywhere for my characterization of him now 💀

#(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #this probably didn't answer the question but what do people assume journalists like to do in their free time????? who knows certainly not me

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@celestieu​ asked: drops him at the hatch and coos, crouched in the grass. she's staring, waiting. :3

      She’s pretty bad at her job.

      He’d told her as much she finally -- finally -- downed him, a fate he’d all but been asking for by the time the fifth generator had popped and someone was rushing to get an exit gate open. Miles wasn’t good at much, but he could take most any killer on one hell of a chase once he knew their tactics. Some were lither, faster. Some had ranged weapons you had to watch out for. But none of them seemed to struggle quite as much as this one did.

      It made him feel... bad, almost. At first he’d been frustrated, thinking she was playing some kind of long game just to fuck with him. But then the alarm on the exit gate was blaring and the ground was cleaving itself open with a spiderweb of glowing fissures, and she still wasn’t making much of an effort -- and it occurred to him, then, that maybe it was intentional. 

      He’s learned from Philip, over time, what existence is like on the other side of the great and unending conflict they were all caught in. The Entity keeping them ensnared doesn’t appreciate sub-par performance from its chosen butchers, and perceived noncompliance is met harshly. Not all of them want to be killers, but under such extreme unearthly pressure they don’t have a choice. He can imagine what that was like.

      He knows what that’s like.

      So he allows himself to falter, for his foot to catch on the snarl of a root just as she’s starting to gain on him. And he gets the business end of her horn between his ribs for his effort. It knocks the wind out of him but it must miss anything immediately vital, as normally fatal hits tend to do in this place. Death is a ritual whose steps cannot be skipped, and something like a knife or an axe or a horn in your back is a mere inconvenience until the time is right.

      She seems upset about it almost immediately, crouching and whimpering over him once she’s removed her horn from his ribcage. There’s blood trickling down the length of it, staining the moonlit strands of her hair as her wide, wet eyes study him mournfully. The moment is broken by the continued fracturing of the world around them, and when she starts dragging him along the damp earth he can only curse himself for having a damned soft spot.

      Rather than hoisting him up onto a hook, though, she deposits him at the shadowed yawning mouth of the hatch and retreats back into the grass. Rolling over onto his side, Miles hacks out a bloody cough. She must have punctured a lung. For a few seconds he just lays there, wheezing, staring right back at her. Then he frowns, brow creasing in annoyance.

      “Can you just--” a cough, “fucking kill me already? I’m trying to do you a favor.” He struggles onto his hands and knees before sitting up on his heels, one hand clutching the rapidly blooming bloodstain at his side. “Otherwise I’m just gonna lay here and bleed out from spite.”

#(ʀᴜɴ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴇ) ;;; Vᴇʀsᴇ: Dᴇᴀᴅ Bʏ Dᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ #celestieu #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs

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@celestieu​​ asked: stretches out across his lap for a nap after a long 4 days of no sleep and keeping his presence a safe lil secret 😌😌

      He wants to sleep. God, he wants to sleep more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life. Fatigue he’d previously known now pales in comparison to the bone-deep weariness that plagues him -- late nights with a laptop and a flurry of notes spread across every surface seem laughable, now. The worst part is knowing that even if he does sleep, it won’t make a different. He’d wake just as exhausted as he is now, if not worse.

      Rest offers no respite. Not when his waking mind is already full of nightmares, and closing his eyes only serves to make them all the more vivid. 

      The incessant itch that lives in his spine wants him dormant and docile, too. Miles can’t even be certain if it’s his own body that needs the rest, or just the thing that’s taken his life prodding him towards what it wants. He hasn’t lived with it for long, but already the reporter has begun to understand how the Swarm operates. All of Murkoff’s pseudoscientific bullshit, and this is what they wrought -- the shadows lingering on the edge of sleep-paralyzed vision made manifest. After all that he’s been through, Miles is lucky enough to be a perfect fit. Its other half, its ideal Host. Filled with enough nightmares to qualify as a buffet for a parasite.

      It’s likely going to win out, eventually. His paltry human needs have been severely reduced since its attachment to him, but every now and then an old impulse flares. Hunger, pain, enervation. Instincts that always overpower reason. Best he can do for now is put it off as long as possible, until he has no choice but to pass out. 

      The struggle is kept to himself, a burden he won’t foist upon someone who’s already given him too much. She sleeps only marginally more frequently than the reporter does, and no amount of persuasion sways her from her defensive role. Few outward signs betray his state -- the dark circles under his eyes are a permanent fixture these days. He just smiles and shrugs and says he feels fine, as fine as he can, and makes the best show of it he can muster. A challenge presents itself when she deems his lap the most comfortable place to doze, and in that moment of quiet comfort Miles feels his own eyelids grow heavy. Something in him stirs, like insects under leaf litter, and he tenses.

      Deprived of a meal, it won’t be choosy -- and here lies a convenient victim of circumstance even if Miles manages to fend off his own need for rest. As gently as he can he attempts to extricate herself, mumbling apologies when her wide eyes flutter awake. “Shit, sorry, not -- not here. You can’t sleep here, I don’t--” I don’t know what it’ll do. “It’s not safe. For either of us.”

#celestieu #(sᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ sᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜᴢᴢɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴇs) ;;; Vᴇʀsᴇ: Mᴀɪɴ #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs

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🖤

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours || accepting

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

#bold is definite yes italics are maybe / sorta / verse dependent #not that they don't have the same clown to clown communication in every verse lol #smugliar #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #at the end of the day he still doesn't quite know what to make of ace but after everything he's a little bit in lo-- [ gunshot]