already wrote something about Valentine’s Day chocolate before, yet still kind
of want to do something today since everyone seems to be fired up … I’m quickly
writing down my cutest and cheesiest random little head canons about each of the MysMe
characters (all of them, so kind of spoilers). Happy Valentine’s Day to me!
you ask him to open things or grab things from a higher shelf for you, even if
you don’t actually need him. His reaction to this is just too cute. He not so
secretly loves these kind of stereotypical couple dynamics and gets adorably
are apart you text pretty much non-stop. Even if you both try not to get
distracted you always end up looking at your phone and replying. Sometimes,
even after a long time of being a couple, you still stay up all night talking
to each other and making each other smile like an idiot.
a lot about you. It’s not on purpose, he just can’t help it. Even people who
have barely or never met you, already know that you are presumably the loveliest
and most amazing person ever.
practices any and all romantic lines from every role he takes on with you. He
always acts it out with passion and sincerity, no matter how cheesy and
ridiculous they get, and insists that all of it still pales in comparison to
his love for you. He can and will do this for hours on end.
physical affection, too. No morning without a good morning kiss. No sleeping
without a good night kiss, probably not a lot of sleeping at all without some
body part of you touching. Random touches and hugs and kisses everywhere.
your phones are full of couple selfies. Either one kissing the other or doing
those heart hands. Zen loves the heart hands. You do it everywhere.
you get together, Jaehee keeps a framed picture of you on her desk to remind
her of how lucky she is to have met you. She also has one of the both of you on
her bedside table.
One of your
favorite things is to lay in bed beside each other, in the darkness and just
barely touching each other, and just talk about anything and everything. You
both have so many things and feelings to share, and Jaehee never had this sort
of relationship before. She enjoys this bond and the trust between you two so
first latte art Jaehee presents to you has the shape of a heart. She insists
that you drink this cup of coffee, because she was thinking of you while making
turn Jumin into instant mush by doing the littlest sweet things for him. He
expects nothing from you except for just being there, so every small gesture
still means the world to him. Just hide a cute note between the documents on
his desk and wait for his reaction.
He is the cutest
when you are just relaxing at home, snuggled up to him, staring out of that
huge window together. He will happily hold and cuddle you the whole evening,
giving you the softest kisses on the head and telling you again and again just how
precious you are to him.
phone is actually full of pictures of you, and of the two of you together. He
stares at them a lot when he can’t physically be with you.
lie. He did not have a recording of your voice at that point. But he has now.
Several. He listens to them whenever you’re not there and he’s missing you.
The two of
you sometimes play up the sickeningly sweethearts routine for fun, in real life and in
the chat room. Complete with spoiling and pampering each other, giving cringey
pet names and fighting about “no you are cuter”. It is joking around of course,
but deep inside you both know you’re actually kind of serious.
not, whenever he is with you, Saeyoung really tends to touch you a lot. Takes
your hand, or plays with your hair, or puts an arm around you when you’re close
enough. He sometimes doesn’t even seem to realize it. He just likes to be close
to you and feel that you’re there with him.
secretly enjoys doing “typical couple things”. Holding hands or linking arms in
the streets? Carrying your stuff? Having to give you a bite from his food? No
problem. Because this kind of behaviors and routines not only feel like kind of
a validation … but also like he’s finally doing something right, and normal.
You are the
one person who is always allowed to come near him. Talk to him, touch him, even
hug and kiss him. He probably won’t say it, but he likes getting attention and
affection a lot – if it’s from you that is.
a really bright and beautiful smile he almost exclusively shows to you, when
the two of you are alone and relaxed. You have a selfie on your phone where he
is smiling beside you; the two of you look so cute and happy that Saeyoung
actually cried a bit when you showed it to him.
He likes to
make small gifts from time to time, often photographs or single flowers. Sometimes
he sends them to your workplace so they will brighten up your day. He doesn’t
want anything in return and tries his best to make that clear. He just wants
you to smile and be happy.
You have a
favorite place you discovered together. A small but elegant café/bar, located
in the top floor of a multistorey building. You go there for a date with
candlelight and view over the city almost every Friday evening.
seemingly without reason, V will just turn to you, take your hands, and tell
you sweet things. That you’re wonderful and perfect and that he’s incredibly happy
and grateful to have met you. He is so sincere about it that you usually don’t
question it. If you do, he just smiles and says that he wanted to make sure you
actually appreciates you and the relationship you have so much. He might deflect
from that “feels-y” stuff with snark and pragmatism to hide the awkwardness, but
he’ll just go over to you and hug you in the same breath. Sometimes physical
affection is easier to give than honest, heartfelt words.
attentive enough to always know when you need something. And as long as it
doesn’t involve him having to spout sweet talk (or risking his life again), he’s
also quite willing to do it. Sometimes he fetches you a glass of water before
you even realize that you’re thirsty.
You do have
these rare, quiet moments. From time to time, and each time surprising you
quite a lot, Vanderwood drops the sarcasm and talks to you very sincerely for a
few minutes. Then, he’ll explain his usual behavior to you, apologizing if he’s
ever hurt you, and assuring you that yes, he does love you. A lot.
Romances. Everyone loves the romances from Bioware, yeah? I do too! But I’m just so tired having to scrape for that little bit of lgbtqa+ content that Bioware is so “open” about. The Jaal romance specifically– it was a needless thing to hint and tease about a bi character and get people’s hopes up for nothing and keep information away from people only to drop a bomb on everyone stating “hey Jaal isn’t actually bi haha jk” and leaves male Ryder with no mlm squadmates and two characters with one most likely being a fling and another with lacking content.
And then Bioware shoves all the straight content in our faces. Like… if straight romances are your thing go ahead! Go do your thing! Be excited for Andromeda! Go smooch some people!
But as a gay trans man, this is seriously disappointing. Especially after having fantastic love interests in Inquisition. This is a step backwards.
You know, I worked really hard to get to Manchester, Josie. I worked my factory job in the day and did an access course at night, and lived on fucking beans so I could afford our rent near college. And now I’m about five billion in debt. And guess what? I don’t have Mummy and Daddy to come and bail me out. I’m on my own.
☂ —- JAELYN was walking home from her weekly mid-afternoon yoga class at a leisurely pace, the Christian Louboutin high heels she stole from her mother’s closet making a small clacking noise with every step that she took. She mentally scolded herself as she looked down at her freshly manicured nails and noticed that one had chipped during her lesson. She was so engrossed by the injustice that she didn’t notice that someone was standing stock still in the middle of the sidewalk. “ Oh, “ she turned her attention to the person who so rudelydidn’t move out of her way. “ Excuse you. “
I’ve been feeling really disorganized and gross lately, and I feel like my styles looking a bit too clean and polished and stiff. I feel really cluttered and lazy and unmotivated, but it happens. It’s come and gone before, so hopefully this’ll pass real soon. So to clean things up a bit, here’s some sketches I never really finished, or just little ones I didn’t feel like posting on their own.
Summary: When the Savior is the Dark One, your soulmate is raising her niece as her own, and your kind of sort of but not really step son thinks you’re slacking in the “take care of my mother or suffer the consequences” department, does the word “normal” even deserve a place in your vocabulary? A season five au-ish tale rated D for domestic angst/fluff.
Summer spreads a thick layer of heat across the town with a generous dollop of humidity even the crisp coastal breeze can’t penetrate. Residents crank their window units to the highest setting, the community pool is choked with splashing children, and after a rolling blackout keeps Regina and Mary Margaret at the power plant all night, united in a battle of wills and electricity, Robin volunteers to take Henry, Roland, and little Marie to the beach for a bit while she catches some shut eye. And he would have, had Marie not chosen that morning to have the fit to end all fits, one that had her tiny body scrunching and arching by turn as purplish blooms of color stain her fair skin.
“Go, take the boys,” Regina says, freeing the restraints of the infant car seat sitting on the kitchen island and scooping the baby into the crook of her arm. “You’ll never get a moment’s peace with her like this. It’s the heat.”
“Neither will you, though,” he points out as he slathers sunscreen on Roland’s back. “That’s the whole point of this.”
Regina shakes her head, sweeping her hair around the back of her neck to fall over the opposite shoulder, away from Marie’s flailing fists. “We’ll be fine. Go. Have fun. You’ll be able to stay all day this way.”
He wants to argue, insist he can handle one fussy infant and two boys for a few hours, he is a parent, too, after all, but he stuffs the words down the back of his throat when he sees her resolve in the set of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin as she hands Henry the bottle of sunscreen with her brows raised when the boy walks into the kitchen, blue beach towel slung over his shoulders.
“Done,” Robin says, patting Roland on the back. “Go upstairs and find your towel, please.”
As his son runs out of the kitchen and Henry squeezes a generous amount of sunscreen into his palm, Robin ghosts a touch over Regina’s elbow and nods toward the mud room off the kitchen. She huffs, shifting Marie up to her shoulder, but follows him.