#examine that

I let out a long, exasperated sigh, and raise my finger to rattle and tap upon the sign that reads:

for all possible pieces of information, it is impossible to expect everyone to know said information. the sky is blue to you but for every person who sees the sky as blue; there is someone who is currently watching the sunset, there is someone who cannot see the color blue, and there is someone who has had tinted glasses on since they were told it was how the world should be seen.

there is also someone who knows the sky by the name ocean, and the ocean by the name "floor ocean"

Examine That! (Accepting!)

@solipsisticmori

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It’s been a long day, and you’ve decided to change into your favourite pyjamas as a reward before you relax for the night. They’re the cutest - a comfy, black t-shirt and sweatpants combo with little pink moustaches. What’s not to love?

Once changed, you make your way across the room, only to stop at the full-length mirror. Naturally, your first instinct is to follow habit and aim finger guns at your reflection with a wink. You’re sexy, and you know it! However, you can’t help but move closer to the mirror to actually see your reflection, rather than simply glance at it.

You’re tall, and you hold yourself well. Even if you might slouch slightly while hosting, it isn’t normal behaviour. The t-shirt emphasises the slightly unusual build you have. Your shoulders and arms are surprisingly built. They make it clear that you are strong, and you’re not afraid to use that strength to your advantage. True, your normal work attire makes it less obvious with baggier sleeves, but right now it’s hard to ignore. On the other hand, you can see the way your stomach bulges out, almost like a ‘beer belly’. You always had been built like a tank, and this proved it. You’re bulky and can withstand a tackle with ease. Some have scoffed at you and tried to insult your weight, but it never really worked. Honestly, the Doc said you were still in a healthy range for someone of your size, so you don’t see the reason to worry. Besides, the fact that you have had plenty of partners who were attracted to said build only throws those snobby mockeries out the window. 

You lean in a little closer and  - oh dear. Your curls are a beautiful mess, but that’s not what has caught your eye. No, it’s your trademark moustache. You can see the black hairs starting to come through again. You never understand why that is. Both your pink moustache and pink fringe are plagued with black hairs, despite the pink being as natural as the black. How had you missed the abundance of dark strands when you were grooming yourself this morning? Not that it mattered right now.

What did matter was that you wanted to pour yourself a big glass of rosé wine and relax!

...

One more wink with finger guns for the road.

You’re hot, Wilfy..

Examine That! (Accepting)

@splitsuit

(oooh, spooky)

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It was early morning. The official work day has yet to start, but you like walking in before the morning chaos. It allows you to relax and see what needs to be done in peace.

But something is strange today. There's a faint ringing in your ears. You know you don't have tinnitus, so it isn't that. Nothing electrical is the source of the noise either. In fact, the ringing is following you, even when you remove all potential sources from your person.

It grows louder over the morning. At one moment, when things are quiet, you have to rest your head on the desk because everything was growing darker. After a few minutes dedicated to deep breaths, your vision returns to normal, but the ringing grows louder.

By the time your lunch break came around, you are stuck on the couch. Your head is in a state of constant pain, you can't think straight, your vision is blurry.

Yet, there is a figure standing opposite you. He was dressed in black, with hints of red and blue around him. His head tilts to the side, and he grins.

Examine That! (Accepting!)

@iplierisms

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Kids always fascinated you. You couldn't remember being a child, nor had you any particular skill in being a parent, but you LOVED kids. They are always so much funner than boring adults. They get you.

When you discovered through a rather sudden encounter that Dark had a daughter, you didn't consider why he hid this from you. In fact, it was fantastic news! It was almost like a test of liking him, or something.

Losing Dark for nearly a month because of said random encounter nearly broke you. If you two hadn't had one last chance to talk, you would have left that timeline and... You don't want to consider that.

In fact, you have more important things to consider. Dark has trusted you to keep an eye on Esther while he goes to some brief meeting thing. A very normal, sensible suggestion of a movie was given, and to your credit you had started. However...

You're both now lying in a pillow fort in between the armchairs in the living room. Every pillow in the house has been donated to the cause, and you even put up coloured punting around the edges. It's one of the fanciest pillow forts you've ever seen. People would pay to sleep here when on holidays.

To be more exact, you're lying on your stomach as Esther has a field day braiding your hair. Her own blond hair is in two braided pigtails, complete with little flowers you pulled out of your back pocket. They only serve to further complement her summer outfit - a bright blue, floral pattern dress with a white cardigan - and make her that little ball of joy you've quickly fallen in love with.

She asks you a question - why some of your hair is pink, while the rest is black. You chuckle and admit that you have no idea. Apparently, that is enough of a justification for her to decide she should get part of her hair dyed. Or at the least, her dad should. You joke that red would look spiffing on him and she laughs. It's so like how Dark laughs! In fact, she tilts her head to peer down at you, and you swear Dark has given you that same look of amusement before. It makes you smile in return.

By the time you two are discovered by Dark, you have both decided that Dark should try dying his hair blond to match Esther, and she declares as much.

Examine That! (Accepting!!)

@bheithann

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After recent fiascos, you decide to try harder to understand Marvin's magic. You were never one to believe in that nonsense until Marvin proved it was real several times. And after him threatening to turn you into a dog again after you accidentally let some sheep into the apartment, you needed to find out how to possibly reverse it.

Marvin, being the humourous ass he is, agreed. Which is how you're attempting to go through a spell book. You can't read half the words, and an attempt to try pronouncing syllables had Marvin hurry over before you "make plants sprout from pores". Whatever that meant.

Slouched over the table, your eyes drift up to where Marvin is working. How were you lucky enough to be in a somewhat romantic relationship with him anyway?

While the world is used to seeing him be sassy and quick-witted, you see another side of him. That pensive look in those mis-matched eyes, murmuring as he mixes various things together. His long, earthen hair has been brushed back over one shoulder to not get in the way, and it shows off all the piercings you could never imagine yourself getting.

By now, you're clearly staring at him wistfully. The diamond adorning his forehead has your attention. It's a mystical colour, one that almost gives away how mystical Marvin himself is. Not that you'd say that. His ego is too big for your apartment as it is. Despite this, Marvin is oblivious to you as you fold your arms over the closed book, and rest your head on that.