#mantcdea

Yes!

She's been waiting for this, for the invitation to finally come that brings her out on the town with Mantis. She knows she could have invited her, of course, but if Mantis is going to take her out, then she doesn't want to be the one to suggest it. Besides, they both have things that they have to do, and now's the time where both of their schedules align. And she's excited!

It won't be the first time that AJ has called in sick, so to speak, but it's understood that she's always going to make up for it. Besides, it's just her and her sisters, so they can't really be so upset, right? They know she's good for it. So here she is, and she has no reason not to think it's going to be great.

@mantcdea asked : 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

🍔 : Logan really does like cooking, he isn't much of a baker. He gets all his baked goods from his mom or sisters, though so he has his 'dealers'. He loves cooking, a steak or burgers are his favorite to cook, usually done on the grill in the backyard next to the porch. In wintertime, he uses a version of a camping grill and it works perfectly for his liking. But he does like a good pasta dish or stew too, he loves cooking savory meals.

✈️ : He is a more homey person honestly, but he isn't averse to traveling. He likes road trips better than flying if he can help it, but he knows flying is just easier sometimes for saving money and time in the long run. He can't sleep on planes much, or if he does, it's not restful at all, and he is the person who drives the most when he has to rotate with people on a lengthy road trip. His favorite road trip, if it can be called that, is the Run for the Wall event he does once every other year or so (depending on if he's motivated enough to do it every year, which he might).

💭 : Unfortunately I don't know any of those in depth things for him, and I don't have the spoons right now to want to find out, but soon! I'll figure it out soon and let you know 🤍

🎮 : his three favorite hobbies are, not necessarily in order: reading, whittling, gaming. The games he tends to play are more of the Nintendo games, like when his niece brings over her Switch and sets it up to play competitively with some racing games and the like, he actually likes to play her cozy games because he lowkey loves doing the endless grinding for resources. That part of games is weirdly soothing to him, and he really enjoys doing the grinding for her so she can reap the rewards of the storylines.

[ for Jamie and Sadie! ]

Jamie actually haaaates coffee. She does love tea, though! Get her a green tea anytime.

❝ The ship lost power, some kind of EMP or . . . I don't know. ❞ there's a nervous edge to her voice that normally wasn't there as she glanced over the ships systems to find the malfunction. They were pretty far out in deep space because of a job that Gwen had to do and it went well as could be until the return trip . . . they were far out enough that any distress beacon they send out wouldn't do much good.

The only hope they had was to check for any damage, manually override the system and reroute the power somehow. Gwen was about to open her mouth with a half-baked plan that involved her going outside when even the emergency lights backfired, a loud snap echoing throughout the cockpit before completely shutting down, leaving them in total darkness.

❝ Well, shit. ❞

Silence was in a vacuum, only body and particles jogging side by side till the atoms split by the soles of his feet and the tired muscles of his thighs. He’ll form his own tide for hours, ions following his magnetic field lines like a log slipping smoothly on the edge of some waterfall, neither a judge, nor called upon to give his opinion, leaving and going. But where?

Dead black, maw of the dead and the loveless and homeless, the woken world of no shape crouching like the outline of a frail thief. Not never-ending mountains to gaze upon. No noises heard swimming down the valleys.

He’ll read the data of the vast black, a thing of beauty in the detritus of science.

He’ll peel the curtains of privacy back, ponder all that impressed upon him, thinning the membrane that stood between him and madness.

A blackness without twinkle for miles, and out there suns more than the vapor in a murmur of air.

Good day, night. Good evening, bright.   

I don’t know how I know. I only know that I know.

It is not silence here. He’s breaking apart a sunnyside-up from Terra, jam-cutting a spoon into zucchini and carrot slices, stuffing his mouth calmly with gochujang on beef closed in like syrup.  

More than he needs is to lean standing in the narrows of the corner, dust plumes choking over the ventilation grills into his bowl – and her, feeling what he feels like a sweeping wave spread far out over the shore and rolled back afraid of intruding.

send 🏳️‍🌈 and i'll tell you a sexuality or attraction headcanon for my muse.

sigyn is demi-pansexual and demi-panromantic. for her, that means she only develops any sort of attraction to a person when she has an emotional connection with them - and romantic attraction almost invariably comes before sexual attraction does.

send 🏳️‍⚧️ and i'll tell you a gender headcanon for my muse.

partly as a result of growing up in a place which (in my lore, at least) is very open and accepting, sigyn just... does not agree with people having to abide by what one might think of as 'traditional gender roles'. this means that when she's in asgard, she is at odds with that aspect of their society; for instance, she thinks the idea that certain types of magic should only be practiced by people who identify with a specific gender is absurd, and also vehemently supports lady sif's goal of becoming a warrior.

@mantcdea, for your D&D verse! =)

Jix had no idea he was a bard. Firstly, he had no idea what a bard even was. Secondly, if he did know, he wouldn't believe he was one. He was simply himself, indefinable and weird. Labels seemed too limiting. However, a bard he was, indeed.

His songs were silly, not always on key, and barely rhyming most of the time, but anyone who heard them could not help but smile. There was something endearing about the enthusiasm with which he belted out each note, and the happiness the act of singing seemed to bring him that caused others around him to feel cheerful too. Whether he realized it or not, he uplifted those around him with his songs, inspired with his positivity, and comforted with his own special brand of friendship.