#mossypeach

tagged by farronclaires, thanks for thinking of me <3

Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 6 new ones. Then tag 6 people and link them to the post.

If you were a seafaring pirate in search of booty, where is the first place you would look? The bed.

What’s something you’re really into that you wish more of your friends were? Hahaha... Ace Attorney. Strangely, a lot of my friends aren't that into it, or haven't gotten a chance to play it.

Do you even lift? Oh, yeah, totally. I lift food to my mouth about three times a day, yo.

What, in your professional opinion, is the memeliest meme ever? Uh... the memeliest of all memes. Trollface.jpg. He probably writes in his memeoir about all the memely things he does.

Someone places you under a vile spell, but a friend of yours finds out and goes on a desperate journey to break it. Who would cast the spell, and who would save you from it? ... I don't really have... any major enemies. So we'll just say that random angry customer from the other day, and uh... I'd hope that all my friends would go on the journey. Granted, that isn't very many people. I'd expect hinamiu to head it up though.

It is your wedding day. You are nervously pacing the floor of your room, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. The ceremony is only moments away. Suddenly, your closest friend, who was to play a pivotal role in the ceremony, rushes into your room, holding a gem-crusted medallion with a beautiful golden chain. “There’s no time to explain!” they say frantically. “Hurry and put this on!” They don’t really give you a chance to do that, though, apparently deciding that that would take too much precious time. Instead, they drape the adornment around your neck themselves. You immediately realize that you had been under the effects of a strong love spell, cast by one of your old enemies. You were about to marry a gelatinous lizardslug that you didn’t even like. Maybe as a friend, sure; you can’t really say you’re on bad terms with this particular gelatinous lizardslug. But the two of you hardly know each other! And you can’t even properly communicate with one another, what with gelatinous lizardslugs being generally incapable of speech or sight, and humans being generally incapable of spewing unctuous rings of bile from their undulating slime pustules (a fact made especially poignant by the lack of such a pustule in traditional human physiology). You’d been so in “love” with each other that neither of you had thought to hire an interpreter. You had instead relied solely upon the faint emotional link provided by the love spell, thinking it a sign of “true love.” But that link would be completely severed now. You hear a swell of music from the main hall, signifying that the time-honored lizardslug connubial vellication had begun. No doubt your accidental spouse-to-be would be out there vellicating with the best of them. You’ve got five minutes, tops, before your presence will be expected in the main hall. What the hell are you going to do? Grab my friend and run. Get a large amount of cash out and take a plane to another state. Or country. I'm not picky. Then file a restraining order. Lizardslug will have to get over it.

New Questions:

What have you been doing to enjoy life lately?

Why are you so awesome?

What character relationships from media would you compare our relationship to?

What do you think I should draw next?

What do you think of this attorney's badge?