#no other tags we die like men

[steph-is-asleep]

Nobody Asked but Here's My Gender + Sexuality Headcanons for Everyone

June: Transwoman - She/Her - I'm honestly stuck between making her a lesbian or making her bisexual, I'm so torn. The only dudes I really ship her with is maybe Dave? and even then, I'm not crazy about the ship. I don't really have someone I fix her with consistently! If she is bi, she has a preference towards women for sure

Rose: Cis woman - She/Her - Lesbian, I don't need to elaborate

Dave: Transmasc, but not necessarily a transman? IYKYK - He/him - Definitely bisexual, with a slight preference towards men

Jade: Nonbinary, I'm not gonna fuss with microlabels too much, it's not my thing, but somewhere in the feminine/enby side of things! - They/She - Pan, but shes very picky with her men. They have to impress her!

Aradia: Cis woman, but VERY gnc about it, again, IYKYK - she/her - bisexual with a preference towards men

Tavros: Cis man, soft about it though - He/They - Pansexual

Sollux: Transman - He/him - The platonic ideal of bisexual. I think if he's not dating someone, he has one guy crush and one girl crush at any given time.

Karkat: Cis man - He/him - Gay, with a lot of comphet

Nepeta: So nonbinary /pos - She/They/Kitty/Kittyself - Pansexual

Kanaya: Transfemme NB - She/They - Lesbian

Terezi: Transmasc + Nonbinary - They/Them - Lesbian

Vriska: Transfemme - She/Her - Lesbian

Equius: Cis man - He/him - Bisexual, preference to women

Gamzee: Nonbinary but he doesn't know it - he/they - Gay

Eridan: transfemme in a nonbinary way, most likely genderfluid - He tells people his pronouns are he/him, but they're actually he/she - bisexual with a men preference

Feferi: Nonbinary with a femme twist - They/She - Pansexual

#If anyone's curious the reason i differentiate between bi and pan is not for any personal preference #it is purely based on what i think the character would call themselves #what i think their relationship to gender and sexuality would be #Also if youre unaware #IYKYK means 'if you know you know' #i dont want anyone to feel confused :"3 #homestuck #headcanons #no other tags we die like men #and im not tagging all those character idc #if you see it you see it

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

I’ve had five nosebleeds in the last two days please send help

#it’s my brain trying to escape this hellish vessel I believe #no other tags we die like men #like I’m about too #probably

[sadqueerenergy]

I ship me, my head, and a brick wall

#no tags we die like men/women/other cool people of varying genders

[ehlnofay]

I've been having fun dipping into martin's perspective lately... it's helping me flesh out my interpretation of him and he never fails to be suffering tremendously in a way that is excellent to write

#whenever I get to mention pax from his pov I go HEEHEEHOOHOO like a giggling little beast of a child #their dynamic is. so fucked up kind of. but in a subtle enough way that pax #(who routinely addresses traumatised middle aged men's sad little angst moments by giving them stolen food) #(and does not know any other way to cope with anything ever) #doesn't ever really register it #but martin spends the whole time going 'oh god oh fuck jesus fucking christ that is a small child. and that is a horse.' #'and I am going to cope by projecting onto the horse. and I am in a very cold mountain house. and this is hell. fuck.' #'and we sent the small child into actual hell. again. and she's way too excited about this. and nobody has any concerns.' #'and the child is threatening to die for me. uncomfortably common as of late. and all I can do to protect the child #is keep my sad middle aged angst in my head. and hope that he doesn't actually die. fuck. everything is awful' #and pax is not perceptive enough to realise just how much he's holding back in an effort to shield them from the only thing he can (himself #and then they die (more or less) and nothing is ever resolved! the end!!! #someone talk to me about them I love them so much. blease and thank you #oc tag #pax #martin septim

[sorikkung]

so if i did nsfw art of hongjoong. hypothetically. would anyone be interested in seeing it,

#i may or may not have dabbled in realism for my besties birthday and drawn her. hongjoong cock <3 #with lynx ears bc hes from one of our dm aus #might as well share it with the masses since i worked so hard on it #it was my first time trying hyperrealism/realism(?) and also my first time drawing cock. so it was definitely. An Experience but it was fun #def wanna try drawing more stuff like this idk if i should put it here or on a sideblog #but tbh considering i post my fics on main along w the 49835 gifsets and memes i like #might as well post my art on main too #no sideblog we die like men #(says man w 493859834 sideblogs) #lmk if any of you wanna follow my non kpop sideblog #non fandom posts i just reblog to main so my non kpop blog is literally just. any other fandom i like that i dont have a sideblog for #no organisation no tags no nothing we die like men #HKJSDFJGSKJDFGJKSDJFKG #might end up making a twt for art in which ill prolly promote my fics on there too see if i can snag any new readers #will prooobably be under the same handle as this but unsure #might make a new one just for funsies #anyway #mischiefing time

[barredandromeda]

he wants me! (his smile dropped when i was about to talk to him.)

#mixed signals bruh cause how am i gonna keep catching him looking and shit and then his face drops when i come nearby. #like clear ts up brooo come on. do u want me or not?????? y/n thats it. no more of these half assed shit #EMBARRASSING FOR ME cause why is he still hella cute. like im not letting go just yet pookie 🤭🤭🤭 #maybe im desperate but i think we deserve each other soooooo yeah.!!! #a smell is reminding me of him and i want to die. #we looked at each otherrrr but also his face dropped when i came near. but we glanced at each otherrrr but also he stopped smiling. ughhghhh #whatever bro if nothing happens w this guy im dating only girls. idc. no more men shit #post #erics tag #kindividual posting

[zillyeh]

Broken Boxpin

Ink fingers gripped the rim of the slate gray tub, the ones opposite them clutching at the matching shower wall plastic. Being submerged at all was not the troll in this bathtub’s ideal scenario, but she knew better than to go for sopor when she was like this. The water was certainly also subtly hallucinogenic- who knows what chemicals were in the Old North's supply- but its warm embrace was preferable to the mild hallucinogens of that slime. It made her worse. It made the hers and hims at the edge of her vision and hearing more tangible. Whatever calm it brought the average troll, if it did at all, it did exactly the opposite for her.

Water, warm and familiar, wasn’t that good of a replacement. Her aching joints rejoiced for it, and so did the electricity lurking dangerous just under her skin. If she wasn’t careful in this soothing little bath, she could level half a city block. Maybe more than that. Her last leveling had been when she was starved and sickly. She wasn’t un-sickly now, under her skin disguising tattoos, but she’d put pounds of muscle on underneath them. Stronger places for those sparks to latch onto.

He blew bubbles in the water. It was still slimy, at Bessba’s insistence. With some fizzy, citrusy little ball she’d thrown at her head before she left. It was orange and pink like everything else Bess had brought to their now shared apartment. The swirling foam’s pleasant smell made a good anchor. A dock in the waters of her growing wet panic attack.

She gripped the side of the tub harder, eyes darting around the room. Seeing too much and too little all at the same time. The chitinous plastic of the tub rim would have broken if not for the fact that the projections of her brain made her weak. All that strength of his wiry muscle seemed to leave his body the further back she went. 

The cool drone concrete of the underground compound underneath her bare legs. The stark but sparse fluorescent lights. Her. Him. Tendrils of His hair at the edges of her vision, the heave of her breathing in her ears. Never the her she wished would haunt her. If she wanted that at all. 

Her old warden's fingers curled on the side of her bed. The tub. Her black painted fingernails and wrist rivets were solid. Touchable. Tangible. The troll in the tub- the medical bed?'s eyes fixated on her knuckles. Rough with use, but soft enough for the scalpel. He knew that all too well. The rest of her could hardly fit in the room. Funny how they'd found this place, but couldn't accommodate the hulking monster that called herself a surgeon.

She smelled like citrus. No. Someone he loved smelled like citrus. The one that was alive- not the one that was buried in the crater she'd made with the bomb in the bed. With Cerayn. With…

His eye swirled above her abdomen, bright red and orange with wisps of hot yellow and near white. His blackened claws grabbed her legs. Black hair dancing around his swirling eye- no, pink, pink pink. The swirl was pink and the dark of the water was her own tattooed skin. Skin that was not sick and cast with the vile color in her veins, if it ever had been anyway. 

With a gasp she pulled her head above the water. Her long black hair clung to her shoulders like a second- or in her case third- skin. The warden's hands still clung to the tub, still tangible, but almost silly looking without anything higher than her forearm to connect to. His eye disappeared with a swat of the water, but his arms remained. Multiplied. Crawled in and out of the water like spiders, then as spiders hissing at the edge of the tub. All of them had his terrible eyes, but all of them were also trying far too hard. Like a dream that isn’t quite right when you try to close your eyes and get back to it.

“Fuck off,” she grumbled, grabbing the hosed shower head above her and turning on the water. Spraying the bare wall made them disappear. Disappear enough, anyway.

“Babe, you okay in there?” called En- called Bess. Gods he couldn’t start drawing that line. Then she really would blow the Old North to nothing.

“Fine,” Zippie croaked hoarsely. Citrus. She’d always found the scent unpalatable. Those were hard fruits to come by in the swamp. Now it was the only thing that drew her out of her head- or at least helped. She glared at the warden’s hands. She flipped them off. They did so in return. Their tangibility faded as Bessba spoke more through the door.

“I made that tea that doesn’t bother your stomach if you’re up for it…” The warm of the bath had faded, sending a shiver through him. How long had he been in there for? Too long if Bess was knocking.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.”

He sat up with a cough. Then hacked a more significant amount until he felt new wetness on his pruned fingers. The purple glob in his hand gave him one last spike in adrenaline, making him splash the water as he scrambled out of the tub. Seeing her shadow with such clarity should have snapped her out of it immediately. The logic of her glasses on the edge of the sink didn’t make her heart slow, however.

Tall. Overstretched. Some shape of her dual braids curling behind her like snakes. Her eyes were that same color, glowing like that false smear of blood on the tub. She was entirely shadow otherwise, but Zippie didn’t need her mind to reconstruct her. She could never forget every agonized angle that the warden and that demon took from her.

One of the shadow’s hands extended, warped into claws to punish her once she got close enough. Her voice rattled- falsely high and far too scratchy to belong to the young woman in question as she attempted to speak.

“Zvejia…”

All of that electricity seemed so alive now. Just under the surface. So close to the pool of water under her.

“Zippie!” Knuckles rapped on the door three times in quick succession. “I need you to not be in there like, right now.” 

It was easier said than done, but she pulled herself shakily to her feet, not taking her eyes off the shadow. Was this the first time? In how many sweeps? She almost didn’t want her to fade. She knew she deserved her ire, but more than anything she wanted to be able to manipulate this one. To have the half-real thing say she forgives her and that she did was for the better. Or have her slap her as hard as her own hands could.  

It’s eyes only narrowed. Disappearing as quick as it came. She coughed again- no blood this time- and grabbed a towel. One of the fluffier robes Bess brought with her as well for good measure. He’d almost forgotten he was in his apartment when he opened the door to Bess.

“I feel bad,” she managed to say through chattering teeth. Bess pulled her close.

“I know,” she said, planting a kiss on her temple. “Amy’s gonna be here in a little bit… Are you gonna be okay?”

Zippie gave her an exhausted, wry smile.

“Have I been since you met me, sugar?”

#Zilly drabbles #shortie but sigh. zippie. #Zippie tag #Bessba tag #E tag #Zipper Anthem #Bessba Vionyi #Broken Boxpin #no editing we die like men #zippie menchal illness reveal i guess lmfao #i feel like ive at least hinted at this one other time but it is a part of her very important to me #uuuh anyway good night.

[batslikedmytheatre]

#my art #no other tags #we die like men

[lvcygraybaird]

#these are your only choices. no other tag we die like men #i think I say it the first way but that people who say it the 2nd way are like. fancier??? #it’s like the pinkies out version #polls #mp #x

[lavillastrangiatoart]

gay lizard transhumanism future

#aurorastation #other people's ocs #roxycommissions #im done with tagging shyt on tumblr now #we die like men

[swingstep]

Please drop mrd theatre au lore????

OH HOO BOY so. genuinely did not remember i never explained that au huh ksjdngd its been a hot minute since ive messed with that one, but lets see what i can dig up for it. as a disclaimer, its kind of an... abstract au, very rough around the edges as well. dont expect it to be anything too concrete WAHAHA

anyhow. tldr:   the mrd theatre au is exactly what it sounds like: the plot of the game described entirely through the lens of a theater production! alternately referred to as the dance au, because... its a musical! major events are described through dance, each piece pushing the story forward with the power of music and expression. literally-- the story won’t move on without it. starring mad rat as the lead role, rat god as the director, and heart as... That One Guy, Sure!

    the abstraction kicks in in its presentation though-- it's told through the framing of a stage-- however, the story itself is Real to the characters. their world is real, and as characters, they see it as such. to everyone else, it's exactly as its namesake: a play. the term "actor" and "character" go hand in hand, practically synonyms. actors are the characters. the narrative is their world. all in all: the theatre au is an inspection of the meaning of Reality and Perception, the meaning of what it is to be a Character or a Person, and a play on Stories and Roles. more under the cut.

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  As it does in canon, the narrative starts with Mad Rat waking up, and Rat God telling him his situation. Y'know, he died, she's giving him a second chance, etc etc. However, she Specifically tells him that he is, in fact, a character in a play and, as someone outside of the narrative, she knows what to do and what paths to follow. As long as he followed her, he'd be able to make it to the end of his story a-ok, and finally get the ending he deserved!

  In the beginning, Rat God starts out with a whole musical number as she narrates the scene (to both the audience and Mad Rat) to catch him up to speed on where he is, who she is, and why he died. As she finishes, hands off the (metaphorical) mic to Mad Rat to get a word in for his debut scene. Unfortunately, Mad Rat, having just recovered from a terminal case of Being Dead, Does Not In Fact Have The Nicest Voice. Seeing this, Rat God quickly interrupts and redirects to another option: Dance. Which is where a major quirk comes in: every character has a specialized dance style!

  Rat gods style is tap/swing, which is what the intro scene Truly is! It's Rat God introducing Mad Rat to the concept of The Show in a duet swing performance. Specifically, in this performance, Rat God takes the lead role in this one for several reasons: 1) She's Extra and Likes Showmanship. 2) She's ensuring Mad Rat goes in the direction he's supposed to-- making sure he's following along. And 3) She's effectively re-teaching Mad Rat how to move after. Y'know. Being Dead. Swing is a heavily motion-focused and improvisational dance: Mad Rat Does Not Know How To Dance. However, Rat God is good enough at it that she can take the lead and turn his stumbles and missteps into motion and flair. It's essentially the tutorial stage!

  The narrative is pretty much the same through the first third of the game, more or less. Mad Rat meets Heart, who doesn't really Dance but rather just cheers him on, and they begin "travelling" together, with periodical "intermissions" where Rat God, off to the side of the stage presents recaps, narration, and questions-- but it's never clear if it's to the audience or Mad Rat. Maybe both. What's really important is the Framing, though. Mad Rat (kind of) acknowledges he is just a Character, but doesn't really Understand it. 

  Despite the knowledge, he still functions through the frame of a Character. He perceives the stage as The World Around Him rather than A Stage, while Rat God is the opposite. This leads to Mad Rat essentially just Following Her Lead. Which ends up just seeming... brazenly reckless and incredibly dangerous-- because Mad Rat doesn't think it will lead to anything. Obviously he's the main character, so he's probably going to just... get to his goal and whatever happens happens, right? Rat God said which way the story goes so... whatever, right?

  Which all culminates at Heart's intervention: Heart notices all of this and gets worried. Whatever this Mess about "shows" and "story" and "directors" is, Mad Rat is still being really really flippant about how many Near Death Experiences he's had (not to mention the whole "Seeing Things That Heart Doesn't" thing.) So he decides to step in.

  This is the first time we ever see Heart dance! He'd always insisted on being moral support/backup for Mad Rat, not really stepping in in any major way. Turns out, he's really good at a lot of dance styles. It's the first time we have a music genre outside of showtunes and the adjacent. It's heart basically trying to tell him that, whatever bullshit about "Narratives" he's following, Mad Rat is still Here. He's still a contributor to the world around him-- he can affect It, and it can affect him. It doesn't matter what he knows about Whatever This Is because it all wont matter if he gets himself into Real Trouble. Which is a convenient segue to the next arc-- they go off-script.

  The following arcs are pretty much just those two figuring out what to do and where they’re going. Mad Rat, up to this point, was just (kind of badly) trying to imitate the swing style from the beginning, but slowly starts figuring out his own specialty on his own. Mad Rat kind of dabbles through a lot, but is Particularly good at breakdance/krump. It’s a bit of a slow process, but he slowly forges his own place in a world he technically does not belong in. 

  All the while, Rat God is suspiciously quiet. They weren’t supposed to go that way, or do any of that, But she could improvise. She passively tried to mess with them from offstage-- changing the background scenery, tossing obstacles after them-- but they just. Kept going. Mad Rat even began Understanding the nature of The Stage and learning how to use that to his advantage, predicting the way things would move or shift, and using that knowledge to move even faster. It was only after Mimolette’s scene (which was Not supposed to be this early in the script, to Rat God’s chagrin,) that she Really started to get particularly miffed. They’d completely gone off-script, avoided Everything she sent after them-- but there was still an ending that needed to be told, and she was going to tell it no matter how messy it was to get there. Which leads to an intervention of her own.

  As the director, she had direct control over a lot of things-- but she herself could never interact with the Narrative. She had no real Hold, as it were. She was barely a concept to the characters in the narrative-- they could not really perceive her. So, she decided to break that rule-- and interact with them directly. Rat God’s scene is incredibly similar to that in canon: Incredibly Chaotic and Hard To Track. She mostly keeps to swing, as that’s her specialty, but regularly switches it up to try and throw Mad Rat off. But things are different than their first dance.

  Mad Rat has a grasp on himself and his goals. Rat God’s plan is already off its rhythm-- it was clear from the start that this was a last-ditch effort on her part to kill him. Despite her still trying to take control, Mad Rat was nothing if not stubborn. He was just as good at deflecting and navigating the scene as she was. But it’s hard to truly get rid of something like Rat God. She isn’t done until the Story was done. There was still a story to be told, so here she stayed. She could keep going as long as he could, and longer. So knowing what he did now, and understanding the circumstance, he did the only think of. The two had, to some extent, switched places: Rat God taking the stance of a Character/Participant in the scene, and Mad Rat seeing the full scope of The Stage and how it worked. The show was still going, so all he had to do was end it. 

  Tricking her into a monologue, he truly exits the frame of the narrative for the first time, grabbing one of the curtain ropes and letting it free, closing the curtains on the stage-- with Rat God behind them. And... silence. In the end, it was just the closed curtains, the audience, and Mad Rat and Heart in front of them. They saw the audience, truly, for the first time-- that larger force constantly watching over him from beyond his view, pushing the show forward not of their own actions, but of their presence alone. This is who it was all for. And seeing this, Mad Rat makes the decision... to ignore them. 

  They weren’t important anymore. The show was over-- the audience had no more use here. No more power here. They meant nothing to him. Nothing to them. He has one last talk with Heart-- they knew they weren’t alone, not truly-- but all that mattered right then was just the two of them. What they’d seen, what they’d been through-- it all had to come to an end eventually. But not by the hand of someone who had no stake in their story-- in their lives. Mad Rat gets to make his own choice about his future: And with no story left to tell... he gets up, and walks off the stage. 

   The Story Is Over.

#pikasks #mrd theatreAU #long post #no fandomtags we die like men #anyhow. thanks for enabling another essay of an infodump ur a real one <333 kdjgnkdjf #this au means The World to me but because its so... [waves arms around.] its very hard to explain in a way that feels Correct. #a lot of it is Vibes alone. feelings and concepts and notions of motion and song. as it is in canon too i think. #as with canon; its a play on tiers of personhood and control-- of who truly gets to choose fate; or if it really exists at all. #its about grabbing on with such fervor that the fabric of the world around you bends to your will. #about the inescapability of Role and Expectation; of Progress and Actions. how nobody in this story; truly; could choose how it ended. #not alone; at least. #rat god is equally bound to her role as director. she has no sway in this world. no matter how deeply she may want it. #the difference between her and mad rat is something tragic; to me. #two people in such similar roles reacting so differently they mirror each other perfectly. #surrender to a role you have no control of and hope it eventually benefits you-- or fight tooth and nail against forces stronger than you. #but these are the tags. im just waxing poetic at this point. #if you want a more clear read of the vibes this was inspired and started entirely by the mrd piano medley by tmsy. #please go check it out it slaughters me. id point out a specific part but its kind of all of them. #anyhow. thanks for reading and also enabling me. have a lovely day !! <33

[shoshiwrites]

Types of kisses💋

Prompt: My choice, "accidental kisses" Requested by: @flipfloplogic

Lena shivers in her gingham blouse, the one her mother had eyed suspiciously earlier that afternoon. Guests for dinner meant the nice tablecloth, and the nice silverware, and too much garnish around the fish, but they didn’t mean wearing dresses. It’s only the eye, anyway; the war is over, and her mother doesn’t tell her what to wear anymore. 

It’s cold on the porch, as they all part for the evening, but there’s a sweetness in the air that feels like coming spring. Her mother presses more food into Irv’s hands, and Lena’s almost surprised it’s not a picnic basket, not thermoses of leftover coffee and cream. Now it’s her turn to give a look, a shared eyebrow to Sam who smiles, and thanks her. 

Sarah and Irv are too busy with their goodbyes, their chatting about a mutual friend more like, to notice how Sam leans in for a quick peck, how Lena’s hand finds his arm and her head turns. It feels like skipping school, like getting away with it, her cheek against the stubble on his jaw, her mouth at the corner of his. The way his eyes light up. Her cheeks burn hot at the mismatch, met immediately by the night. 

Maybe she’d care more, if he wasn’t smiling so warmly, trying to hide it from his father, her mother, the parents who now felt like intruders. Had she really done that, made him look so happy? 

She can only manage a little wave, dumbstruck, as he helps his father down the stairs. 

“G’night all!” he calls, as goofy as she feels, and maybe next time it’ll just be them. If she plays her cards right. Maybe, she thinks, I’ll wear a dress. …Maybe.

#is there a reason why other posts tagged lena's tag aren't in her tag? no? ok #lena's tag #shoshi writes #flipfloplogic #loveduringthewar #this is............ancient #also i guess the joke is that sam's dad's name is going to be different every time #because he was sam until...sam became sam #no rereading we die like men #lena. lena. you have to play no cards. didnt u see #wip: when the war came #shoshi's prompt tag

[crossbackpoke-check]

bring a friend home today! adopt, don’t shop 🐶@metroitdetroitanimals 6.28.2022

#vladislav namestnikov #dallas stars #be the red wings content you want to see in the world i guess #absolutely devastated by these thanks. it’s been like a week and i’m finally able to post this because i had such an unreasonable reaction 😭 #we don’t need to talk about the fact that i liked this it’s fine just ignore it & instead we can not talk abt how i went 🥹🥹 vladdy came home #realized. that i typed be the ‘red wings’ content you want to see right when i needed to type the tags & move them so they show up &. he’s. #i was trying to be clever with the caption but my entire brain just kept wailing ‘BRING HIM HOMEEEEEEE’ but actually now that i look w/ the #draft coming up… adopt don’t shop bring vladdy home we can buy a new little defenseman at the store we already have centers at the shelter #all of the terrible articles i have been reading that are like ‘why the red wings should acquire claude giroux’ and i’m like actually yeah #we can adopt that one guys!! adopt don’t shop!!! also should mention i was reading an article about what free agents yzerman should sign & #it wasn’t even about vladdy for the main one but it was some dude & at the bottom of each profile they had like ‘other options’ and for one #of them one of the other options was just ‘vladislav namestnikov’ & i did screenshot it & highlight it & cry bc i love him & i still forget #that vladdy isn’t a red wing anymore. like my brain simply REFUSES to acknowledge it every time it hits me all over again he’s in dallas now #dallas stop taking the men i love & ruining my narratives i want you to put them back #detroit ride or die forever & always #vladdy with DOGSSSS have y’all SEEN his little frenchie he and fabs are frenchie besties please you need to bring them back together #just like how aspen & millie are girlfriends & if you won’t bring moe back for the team’s sake do it for the dogs like what about ellie???? #vladdy coming back to support the charity he picked back when he was still a wing makes me (oozing pile of tears in the middle of the marsh) #vibes of pk STILL being one of the biggest supporters of the montreal children’s hospital except it’s not little kids it’s an animal shelter #to explain to you the extent that i have not stopped thinking about this post the other day when i was at work i was thinking about how mtl #did like a ‘tourists in mtl’ thing & was like okay but i want them to take the mojoe show around to show people detroit but then i went wait #do you remember connor’s farm workout like what hockeys do i want to see on a farm & i immediately went ‘VLADDY’ like can’t you just see it #he would just be absolutely delighted to be on a farm & he’d be so excited to see all the animals & i want them all to take a trip to belle #isle & go to the aquarium & the conservancy & i just think that vladdy would love hanging out w/goats & then i had to go ‘hE’S nOt On ThE-’ #what i’m saying is: detroit bring vladdy home so that i can see him hang out with cool animals. i want to take vladdy to the zoo #he seems really nice & he would sit at one enclosure with me for four hours & we would just watch them chill out & he should come home pls

[theredrenard]

“Time to introduce you to the ecosystem,” I say as I add a new plushie to the pile on my bed.

#no other tags because we die like men #also because my brain is small

[sassy-stupid]

Ah, hope I’m not a bother but I’d like to request a Matchup if you wouldn’t mind! I’m a 5’9 female with waist length chestnut hair. I have a natural blonde streak in the back of my hair and I have hazel eyes. I’m littered in freckles and I absolutely love all of Tolkien’s works. I ice skate and play hockey and can be found most often in a library. I’m in love with the victorian era aesthetic as well as the baroque aesthetic. I’m good at handling money and I can cook amazingly, according to some

"(2nd part to matchup) I absolutely love swimming and I have been praised for my writing. Most of my time is actually spent on writing if I’m honest. I’m Wiccan so I practice witchcraft and I work with Aphrodite and Dionysus. (If that even matters in this situation). I pretty timid and I backdown easily if I feel threatened but in important topics I will speak my mind. I’m very articulate when I need to be but I have a tendency to talk/write more than necessary. Thank you so much for your time!"

Okay so small preface I accidentally opened my inbox at like 2am after not writing ANYTHING for months so this might suck but I HAVE to do this now because my first ideas with these match-ups are ALWAYS better than the overcalculated bullshit I would come up with if I spend too long on it. (Also I have no clue how old this request is lol oops sorry if it's old)

My first thought was Asmo, he'd simply love showing off someone as widely talented and uniquely beautiful as you (I mean tall, hazel eyes, freckles AND a natural blonde streak? You're better for him than he could've ever imagined). He'd adapt to any aesthetic you like so expect him to perfectly match it at any given time.

He might try to make use of your timid nature sometimes but luckily you know to speak up when it matters, and with others Asmo will NOT just back down if he feels like YOU feel threatened. He'll do it subtly but he'll absolutely destroy anyone verbally if they make you feel like that.

Now my immediate thought after this was Lucifer, which is not one of the demons I tend to think of a lot so that is saying something.

Lucifer needs someone he can learn to respect (given his pride that's difficult for him buuuut) because you're generally a widely talented and capable person that won't be as hard as it would be with some.

While he won't easily adapt to your aesthetic like Asmo, he won't really need to. The Victorian aesthetic just naturally suits him.

Another way he differs from Asmo would be how he helps you in a conversation where you feel the need to back off. He'd generally try not to speak for you, knowing that if it really mattered to you, you wouldn't let go that easy. So instead he'd back you up whenever you DO think something matters enough.

As for hobbies, Lucifer might not be as avid of a reader as Satan but he sure as hell is knowledgeable enough about books to hold a good conversation about them with you, and since he respects you more than he would most, he might even take recommendations from you.

Hope you liked it! (and again sorry if it's an old request lol)

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