#{{asks}}

me: who do you love? flynn: i believe the line is 'how do you love' if we're quoting Collective Soul here me: I hate you

1) Lance, since he's the closest Flynn has to living family

2) His People in Swynlake; Wendy & Rapunzel

3) People he has Residual Dream Love for; Belle and Company, Mitte, Tony (shut uP he cOUNTS-), Mim, Susan, Phineas, Rapunzel again shut up she deserves two spots

4) He lowkey falls a little in love with everyone he hooks up with so Rose, Tigg, literally anyone else you headcanon he's hooked up with lol (Mitte *should* be on this list but she got upgraded to platonic bonds that are a lil stronger lol)

1) Her family!!!! Her dad and sisters <3 <3 <3 

2) Finn! Benjamin also sits around here lol and so does Athena hard to love someone too much when you don’t remember them

3) Her brothers-in-law, married or otherwise; Jake and Panic (her feelings on Rob are #Complicated)

4) Mei, Nemo, and all her friends from school! (Special mention here for Tony who was one of her best friends in senior year </3)

5) Her tutoring students!!!

Sorta in order but not really????

1) Anna and Iduna (Olav and Calliope get special mention bc they're family too)

2) The Ice Queen crew (Martin, Mei & Edward) (former employees have their spot in Elsa's heart as well)

3) Jessica, Tony, Peri, Mim, Kristoff, Devyn

4) Gerta, Kai, Aunt Yelena, her cousins in Solensby

@monstrvm said:  “ why is there blood stains on my sheets? ” /Rathie

Mathieu huffs softly, his fingers brushing against the dry blood stains on the sheets. He’s blinking sleep from his eyes, the Assassin turning in the bed. There’s a small grimace of pain, his entire body aching. He say’s nothing in response, instead he lifts a hand and points at the deep claw wounds left on his back.

@monstrvm​ said: " look at all this blood . . . " desire, or plain hunger ( fuck, even love even ), he can't pinpoint the feeling in the back of his clenched throat but he's enjoying it. Maybe his Assassin is too, aroused and pretty beneath his claws and the Vampyre purrs darkly, " You are beautiful. "

The kill is fresh, a contract Mathieu stalked out into the woods and struck down silently. He cut their throat so deep the blood had covered him, head nearly severed from neck. There were specks on his face, and in his hair. Pale fingers covered in the warm red substance (he had forgone gloves for this kill). Reaching up they trace the hollow of Rathain’s throat, streaking the blood down. He had hoped the smell, and the sight would lure his Vampyre from the woods. His heart is pounding from the claws that trace his jaw, so dangerously close to his neck. Adrenaline rushes in his veins, and he can’t tell if it is from the kill or from the vulnerable position he has left himself in. Either way he savors the feeling.

@bluesunsdusk || Never Have I Ever {{NSFW}} || Accepting

“That’s fueled several masturbation sessions, I won’t lie,” Jackson laughed, though the Redguard’s cheeks still flushed. Almost immediately the Redguard’s mind wandered off to the gutter. The grin spread wider on his face for a moment, before he quickly turned his attention back to Tel. As much fun as stripping down was, he was trying to avoid worrying about stripping down to an erection. He tugged at the collar of his shirt,

“Ah..is it getting warm in here?” he said, “Or is that just me?” He thought for a moment about what he could remove next. Again he had such few layers. He glanced down, before grinning mischievously and pulling the lace out of his tunic.

@bluesunsdusk || Never Have I Ever {NSFW} || Accepting

It was hard for Jackson to not be embarrassed at that. The Dragonborn huffed at that, pushing some of his thick hair back from his face. He let out a short, nervous laugh,

“Now why would I ever...” he started to say, before stopping. He literally had to admit defeat on this. He’d told Telendil too much. A fool. Damn that lovely smile and beautiful eyes. Rude of him to turn that of all things against him. Jackson huffed again, leaning against the table while pouting childishly. He moved leaning down and pulling off his socks. After all, Telen was taking his clothes off as their pairs. Now he felt a little guilty for the ring.

@reflectingchaos || White Noise Sentence Starter || Accepting

“Is that not the point of digging one’s own grave?” the Breton said with an amused hum. He leans back in his seat, one arm behind his head, the other passing a dagger between his fingers. His movements are deft, but perhaps a little careless. Still he doesn’t seem to care if the knife knicks his fingers, as if he’s silently proving a point.