#c.quizzes

[kelanijor]

how do you best like to be loved? write me your words of wonder

you want to be thought of with intent, for someone to sit down and want to share their thoughts with you specifically. and their thoughts about you, even more. for someone to know you, or at least desire the knowledge. for them to write it out in a way that you can read as quickly or slowly as you desire. that you can reread again and again, or lock in a box and never read after that first quick consumption. you crave that tangibility. and the small moments that lead up to the letter being in your hand. to be told, 'it's in the mail' and then to have the simple joy of checking the mailbox to see if it has come today. to hold the envelope and feel the love within. there is a purpose of intent within physically written words, and it patches the parts of you that feel like you aren't worth thinking about. my darling, know that you are. you are worth intentional thought and cursive letters and an envelope sealed with a kiss

[chicagomxde]

You stepped through a door that didn't exist into the archive of things that were and weren't, a place where nothing ever changes. Now it is

The System

Driving along the milky way, catching stars in your hands. People will forever be people, travelling from and to, connected and never alone. Luminous beings, we are. The night is dark but in your eyes spins a whole galaxy, the secret of infinity. You are so much bigger than your body, your roots span the whole universe. You have learned to to trust in yourself, nourished your soul until you became more. What more means? You don't know, you don't care, you are spanning the universe, touching the lights running through the people. There is no limit, not anymore, you are in every corner, spanning wide and far, why limit yourself to one body, to one consciousness? You have looked so far into yourself that you found the beginning, the light where it all began, where you splintered from the whole. You are vast, so very vast, full of stars and paths and people. You are the woman in the apartement next to yours, the children playing in the street, the cats climbing the roof, the man walking home. You are everywhere. You are gone.

[kardiakkidwes]

How is your soul perceived?

the protecting nurturer

you have the heart that belongs to a warrior's mother. you ache for your loved ones, and you'll fight to preserve their smiles. you take care of the people around you. you want them to feel safe and warm. you do anything to protect those around you, even if it's from themselves. you have an eye for the details no one else realizes they need. you're the one that makes a house a home. you make sure it's safe because you know what it was like to be afraid of the places that should have been comforting.

[r0lem0delbay]

What horror stereotype are you?

the tragic hero

you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost.

[rockstarjj]

how is your soul perceived?

the strong-willed

your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not always all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl louder than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting.

[chicagomxde]

life isn't a horror movie (i think) but if it were, who would you be?

the killer

oh, you're the one doing all the killing. you're the violent little guy with a chip on your shoulder, the undead nightmare with a mind only for revenge, the unhinged psycho who just likes to inflict pain for fun. either way, you're the catalyst of this whole narrative, the lynchpin on which the entire plot rests. you either die in the end or live on through numerous sequels, prequels, reboots, and spinoffs.

[rockstarjj]

What romantic tarot card pairing are you?

[kardiakkidwes]

What color is your love?

bright sunny yellow

Sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses, and shielding your eyes from the sun. Your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. It's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. Its wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. It's the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. It's impatience, too. The bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready. It's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. And still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. Your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. It's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. It's bubbling excitement, sure, but it's also demanding, focused, and driven. It's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. And you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait. It's tiring almost as much as its lazer focused ambition, deeply rooted desire, and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. And it does, I promise it does. The waves crash, the beach floods, and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing, and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. And it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.