𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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:

"The heat is part of it. I don't burn." It was the real trick behind the cigarette earlier. Yes, he healed faster too, but really, there'd never been a wound there at all. "High heat can speed up healing, high enough for long enough and we enter a sort of... stasis. It regenerates the body." Not one to use cloths or sponges, they would've been extra things to wash and care for after all, Laurie simply squirted liquid soap onto his hands and started scrubbing. "Not that it would work for me, or at least, not that I know it would."

It wasn't the clearest answer, at least not to him, so he took it to mean what Gilmary was seeing was enough for now. Spoken or not, he'd reached a limit of weird new shit to deal with for the day. Full salamander form could wait. Tackling whatever the other side was could wait. The bath wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm not withering." Laurie rinsed off soap from his hand and held it out for Gilmary to check, finger bones visible through translucent pink skin, "My full form looks like a sort of cave dwelling salamander thing, but big enough to fill this tub. I'll show you another time, I think this is quite enough weirdness for you tonight." He hooked a finger under Gilmary's chin and brought them together in a gentle kiss, his skin and touch warmed by the water, "As you said. We have a lifetime to share it all, I don't need to rush... even if you've already asked to meet my dad." He said with a smirk.

Another palm full of soap got to work scrubbing off the residue of that place. That life. Some great and necessary act of ablution to put it all behind him. If it was real, if it was some new future stretching out in front, it needed to start right.

Gilmary was calm about Laurie’s stasis, so long as it didn’t mean he was experiencing great pain. Sustained by that calm, he focused on Laurie's ordinary, explicable habits—like using his hands instead of a cloth.

“Ah… That makes me feel better about the cigarette… You know… I’ve always been empathetic, but… with you and me, it’s… different… Sometimes when I feel something you're feeling—or even something I only think you're feeling—like the burn pain—it-it can be overwhelming, even with all my training...”

Taking Laurie’s hand when it was offered, Gilmary couldn’t help but press another kiss to it.

“I can recite every bone in the body,” Gilmary hummed pensively, revering the sight of Laurie Mayhew as a whole. “And I could, technically, see every bone in your body, should you get wet and hot enough... That's serendipity if I've ever...”

He let go of Laurie’s hand gently, then gestured down to the bathwater between Laurie's legs.

“I’ll be sure to cross salamander off my list of names for your penis,” he added, trusting Laurie would understand that using names—and the idea of him keeping a list—was a joke. Quips aside, he felt a deep gratitude for his medical knowledge and the temperance it brought, thinking how he could now use both to better care for the person he loved.

The warmth of Laurie’s skin as they kissed was soothing, but hearing Laurie reiterate that they were for-lifers brought Mordaunt an even greater peace of mind—especially coming right after the promise to show him his full form. Laurie didn't plan to use his 'weirdness' as an excuse to run. That was the ultimate comfort.

“I was serious. Though now I’m curious—Gil—” He shook his head with a laugh at the daddy issues joke, daring to test the water with a finger. It was still too hot to join him. Well, Laurie did mention a next time, so there was always that.

“I must be honest. I feel like I’ve already reached road trip territory...” Gilmary smiled, carefully drizzled the liquid soap onto Laurie's back, and began massaging it in with his hands. “I will defer to you for all matters of pacing, however, cushlamachree...” Past the skin, delicate muscle fibres and the spaces where Laurie held stress lay exposed to Gilmary's eyes. Every stroke of his hands was unconditional, designed to melt away Laurie's tension at its root. “Sorry, that's an old Irish expression.”

a mix of starters that could be said after a first kiss

“Can we do that again?”

“I’ve been wondering what that would feel like.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to forget that.”

“Well… I had something clever to say.”

“I think my brain just rebooted.”

“Well… that happened.”

“Can you give me a minute?”

“You weren’t supposed to actually kiss me.”

“I genuinely didn’t think that’d work.”

“Took you long enough.”

“You blush way too easily.”

“I could get used to that.”

“Should I rate it?”

“I win.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Called it.”

“I had a feeling that was coming.”

“You really couldn’t resist me, huh?”

“So that’s what all that staring was about.”

“That explains a lot.”

“Please don’t tell me that was a mistake.”

“I guess we’re not friends anymore.”

“Well… that certainly complicates things.”

“I’ve been waiting for that.”

“I should’ve kissed you months ago.”

“I was beginning to think you’d never do it.”

“We’ve really been dancing around that, haven’t we?”

“I’m going to need a minute… or six.”

“Now what?”

“Don’t expect me to start writing poetry.”

“So… are we a couple now?”

“That was either the smartest or dumbest thing we’ve ever done.”

“Say something.”

Character/OC asks

1. What genre best fits them?

2. What genre do they think they’re in?

3. What would their life be like in a setting other than their current one? (bringing them to another era of history, etc.)

4. What genre are they actually in?

5. What genre would they like to be in?

6. How do they behave under pressure?

7. If they were dropped into the middle of the last other piece of media you experienced, how would they react/fare?

8. If they could choose their occupation, what would it be? Would it differ from what they already do?

9. Do they prefer a sparse or well decorated living space?

10. Do they keep things for sentimental reasons?

11. Do they collect anything?

12. Do they express themselves better in spoken or written word?

13. Would they keep a journal if they could?

14. If they could choose one luxury to always have access to, what would it be?

15. Give them a trinket they wouldn’t throw out; Why would they keep it?

16. How well do they know themselves?

17. How well do their friends/family/allies know them?

18. How well do their enemies know them?

19. How accurate is a first impression?

20. Are they good at reading people?

21. Can they easily adjust from a first impression? 22. What’s something that always brings them comfort?

23. What can always tempt them?

24. How hard is it to let of people?

25. Do they struggle to get close to people?

26. What stories do they identify with?

27. If they had a familiar, what would it be? 28. If they could choose a familiar, what would it be?

29. If they could change any one thing about themselves, what would it be?

30. If they could change any one decision they’ve made, what would it be?

31. What’s their greatest flaw?

32. What do they think their greatest flaw is?

33. What stage of grief is the hardest for them to get past?

34. What always makes them happy?

☕ caramel macchiato – what’s their sweet side that most people don’t see?

🍵 matcha latte – what calms them down when they’re stressed?

🍫 caffè mocha – what’s their guilty pleasure?

🥤 pink drink – what’s their aesthetic / vibe?

☕ americano – what’s their brutally honest opinion about something that can go for hours?

🍮 vanilla latte – what’s something sweet about them?

🌿 chai latte – what’s something warm/spicy about their personality?

❄️ frappuccino – how do they act when they’re trying to impress someone?

🍯 honey citrus mint tea – how do they take care of themselves (or others) when sick?

☕ espresso shot – what gives them sudden bursts of energy or motivation?

🍪 cookies & cream frappuccino – what brings them comfort?

🍓 pink refresha – what’s something refreshing/new in their life?

🥛 flat white – what’s something simple but important about them?

🍂 pumpkin spice latte – what’s their biggest basic weakness and do they fall for it?

🌙 decaf – what do they do when they can’t sleep?

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

Gilmary was human, Sid left the ring too long and cursed as he peeled it off of red and broken skin, down into the top layers of fat below.

A stirring against his knee stopped his attention sinking into that mistake. He'd put aside the damp as coffee, rapidly cooling against a suit that would need thorough cleaning after, but he hadn't expected that.

"Oh." His lips drew into a cat like grin, "That's why you like him, isn't it? You saw him work." He pressed his knee forward into Gilmary's crotch, and moved his face to look the other way, eyeing up a second chance to leave the brand, "He's good with that scalpel isn't he? You should see him handle a difficult employee. I thought he'd hesitate, but no. Reminded me so much of myself." He stroked a thumb across the unmarred surface of Gilmary's cheek and held the ring ready to change that.

Even as his flesh seared and sloughed, Gilmary kept an intense focus on Sid's face—particularly his eyes. Perhaps even more than a clean escape, the doctor of minds needed to understand the root of this madness.

“I never saw him work…” he said, harshly spitting blood. It had pooled in the crease of his lips, draining down from his gashed cheek.

His gaze remained unbroken as he steeled himself for another round from the oncoming ring. In a blatant show of disrespect, one of his hands reached down to unzip his trousers. He didn’t quite make it to stroking himself, though; the mere comparison of any of this to Laurie enraged him even more than his bodily injuries.

He flung himself out of Sid's grip, nearly stabbing himself on a pen in his jacket pocket as he forcefully hit the floor. Scrambling to his feet with a laugh, he grabbed the shiniest object in his office to use as a mirror, eager to view the damage. Amidst the chaos, he hadn't considered how his patients would feel around their emotional rock once they saw an obvious crack in his surface. If Laurie's treatment failed.

"French Polynesia?" that did make her laugh. And the fact that he could speak the language made it even more cute and funny. God, she loves him. "I don't think we're anywhere near Polynesia unless you pulled me from the middle of the ocean." she let out a quiet choked laugh, still hoarse from salt water.

She more than welcomed his body so she could rest her bones, a soft whimper escaped her as he pulled her sore and painful body parts and skin around him. She wasn't one to cry, but she kind of wishes she was. But crying wouldn't solve anything anyways. There's no use to be sad, or depressed. It's not going to change a damn thing.

"I know you are ... maybe I can try to do something. Like make a tent ... " she knew she couldn't do that but the thought of how she could if she just pushed herself made her at least mention it. "I won't let anyone hurt you either, Dee. Never in a million years."

Dee almost didn’t hear her, nodding in a barely conscious way as soon as he’d thought she was comfortable against him.  

“… Is it withdrawals?” His eyes felt like two olives at the bottom of a congealing martini glass. With the toothpick through them. Not that he was a drinker. Just an unwanted olives opportunist.

Both of Melonie's palms rested on the counter as she glanced over the menu immediately beginning to hum while thinking about what she wanted. Just get what you usually get, Melonie. Make it simple.

"I want a large cappuccino with whole milk and a chocolate croissant." Grabbing her purse, she sets it on the counter. "What do you want, Dominic?" she asks towards Lenny with a smile, "I got plenty of money. I got paid yesterday." like she was proud of it. She doesn't make much, she does make enough money for some groceries and rent however.

“I might be guilty of a few teacher’s salary jokes, but—” Dominic passed his credit card to the cashier. “allow me…” He turned and bowed his head to Melonie then turned back to face the register. “What the lady said, plus a salted caramel coffee. Black. And a pretzel.”

While the orders were being prepared, he swooped up a table with a window view and pulled out a seat for Mel. Ever sagacious, he spared her—along with the rest of their fellow coffee house patrons—the experience of watching him sit in his chair backwards and just sat in the direction that was to be expected.

JACOB ELORDI