#dogmawd

[bybrophelia]

💌 bork from Jie 

Disbelief widened the cook’s sodalite stare. The volley of glances from card to the prospector suitor started slow, then picked up rapidly. Skepticism bled in; it pulled his lips taut and burrowed betwixt his brows. Jie appeared to show no interest in him at all. Yet they were compatible? After allowing the results to marinate for a moment, Sanji finally lifted his gaze from the card. “Well, well, well,” he crooned, a cocksure smile lifted the left side of his mouth. “For a man of few words, you know this says quite a bit, don’t you?”

game: chemistry bingo! ( accepting )

[brokenmagxc]

@dogmawd left a voicemail for valentine's day:

The bedroom door nudges open with the barest creak. Each encroaching step further in falls silent atop carpet, and it doesn't occur to him that making some noise might be beneficial until Jie's already at the bedside. Should he walk around with heavier steps and pretend like he just walked in? No, that sounds ( and feels ) stupid as shit. Maybe he should shake Arthur awake? With what hands, idiot? Breakfast tray still in his clutches, he looks around and hesitates. Eventually decides to place the meticulously arranged meal on the side table first. Then goes to crouch down and clear his throat oh-so quietly. "Hey." Nothing more than a whisper. He might be known for an explosive temper, but he's still considerate. "Hey, wake up." A hand extends to nudge at Arthur's shoulder with a few knuckles. "Breakfast in bed for.." Well, now he's too clammed up to say. ( pretend like i sent this from jie's blog thnkx )

sleep is oft a delicate balance between war and peace, it's clutches tumultuous once stained in long-drawn fight and illusion for fulfillment in the silence thereafter. he is not often dozing, rather always spinning in mind and soul and restlessness. but it is fortunate for them both that he is tucked into small bed quietly, a soft sound of breath leaving him as the other enters, lest even the smallest noise or movement would startle him awake. instead, the dark curl of hair across pale skin further falls against pillow, messy and uncaring as he stirs. strange presence isn't noticed until hand meets shoulder. voice brings about a soft noise, the tenderest whine on pink lips, as the agent shifts and turns until bleary brown eyes blink from slumber. something tantalizing fills the senses — the smell of eggs, the soft whip of bread and gentle grind of coffee, and something else. warmer. those fingers dare to leave him, the knuckles frugal with their touch, and he reaches out blindly. grabs an arm and pulls with some unchecked strength until a body falls solid against his own.

“ give me... five minutes... ” there is a mumble, an attempt of words as he wraps a strong grip around awkward body. face falls to find skin, digging into stolen arm as he hides in warmth and touch. so deprived of it otherwise. what a nice little dream this will be — he will ensure to hold onto it to make it last, pressing the man against the bareness of his scarred chest and the silky cotton of dark sheets as if he were a teddy bear there to ward off the dark loneliness of the night.

[howlrs]

🚢 .. what if i said jie— ( i'm torn to shreds in 0.000001 seconds flat )

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻. // @dogmawd

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: BITCH U ALREADY KNOW!!! okay but 1) soulmate au??? and 2) i'm always down to build up a new version of the ship in ANY kind of au. band au? cook au? name it and i'm THERE

oh yeah there's also what happens in future arc. yknow. the "you bitches thought you could be HAPPY?? SIKE" arc. i have some ideas for the precautions adeo would take to keep jie AND ricochet from doing anything to disrupt wedding and election times (hint: he's such good pals with the government, theyre his bestest bestest friends <3 and yk. ricochet... is his own problem but keeping him separate from jie is a good start methinks) but we can always plot out more forms of pain :) i love pain :) suffering is fun :)

[bybrophelia]

💌 Delivery for @dogmawd ⇶ Sanji && Jie (modern-verse)

The knock at the door disrupted the flow-state Sanji had effortlessly slipped into. Quickly, he patted himself down to forage for his phone. When it was plucked from his pocket, a soft smile stretched across his lips. That was definitely Jie at the door. Pleasure promptly fell from his face when the numbers in the top corner came into focus. Where had the time gone? Had that many hours really passed? Panic sent his shoulders rocketing toward his ears. Sanji snapped upright; clenched from head to toe. Oh no. Oh no. He still had to plate!

Wait. Was that all?

In his rush for the door, the cook brought within him the familiar fragrance from the kitchen. Tender beef. Thick, hand-cut noodles made with lye water. Steamed vegetables marinated in a savory, spiced broth. Instead of a meager waft, a deluge of this delightful aroma rushed to greet Jie when the door opened. "Come on in! I hope you've brought your appetite."

unprompted 🍜

[brokenmagxc]

“Smoking smells like shit.” ( pretend like i sent this on his blog thnkx )

“ sorry, bad habit. ” a parting gift from work that makes it easier to pretend, that anxieties can be soothed and cacophonous noise can be massaged to quiet banter. still, he makes sure @dogmawd is away before he throws the remainder of his pack in the trash, dreading the inevitable insatiable urge to unwind with toxic smoke, the feeling bound to hunt him like a hound on the scent of blood ( but future misfortune does not hassle him, not over the worry of creating distracting barriers between them, and so he is ever motivated nonetheless to quit in order to keep better company ).

[howlrs]

@dogmawd said:

🍝 pretend im on jies blog 🐶

my muse is cooking; send 🍝 to find out what they’re making! OR 🖐to attempt to steal a little nibble! » ACCEPTING.

❝ HELLO TO YOU TOO. ❞ HE DIDN'T say anything; he didn't need to. she recognizes him by his footsteps. it doesn't have a name, what simmers on the stove in front of her: a light, clear broth, the pot filled barely high enough to cover the vegetables immersed within. jie might recognize a hodgepodge of leftover produce from the week: onions, peppers, napa cabbage, baby bok choy, konjac. the soy sauce, mirin, and jars of minced ginger and garlic on the counter provide enough evidence of where the broth's main flavors come from. (with heavy emphasis on ginger, from the aromas in the air. it's hard to tell whether this means jie's influencing her palette or she's feeling under the weather.)

as jie comes up behind her, seph's carefully lowering pieces of thin-sliced beef into the soup. ❝ don't ask what this is. i don't know. ❞

[b0kksu-a]

“ are you going to kill me? ”  ( jjk verse ✌🏻 )

        INTRIGUE && CURIOSITY, perfectly still he remains. A slight tilt of the head, what an odd question to ask, Satoru ponders the possibility of why such a thing was spoken. Instead, he allows for a gentle laugh to part honey-sweet lips, tutting as he scoffs under his breath. “What an odd thing to say, we’ve just met” the space between is wrought with a soft static, the barrier that keeps him far from touch, far from would be danger. A glint of neon that suddenly vanishes, replaced with the nature of stormy blue, peering over the rim of too expensive sunglasses. He moves closer, if one faintly listens, there’s an odd hum like a distant hymn that encircles the lanky frame of his. “Should you be killed?” he doesn’t care for the answer, his decision was already made, spare them unless they bite his hand, then, he will rid this problem. There’s a thin veil of amusement as if this was all a game he enjoyed far too much, a careless creature that was granted such luxuries from the strength upon his fingertips, now he waits, pleasantly for the answer. “

            This conversation just began now you are spewing odd questions && requests. What have you done to warrant such guilt? Such demands? If I wanted to kill you, it would be far more entertaining than trying to pry a reason out of you”  

[temporalobjects]

roy ....

Name: Fuck you. Jie

Age: Fuck you. Older than I should be

Do you like to cuddle?: Fuck you. No.

Can we make-out?: Fuck you. Absolutely not. Not until I die a few dozen times.

A night in or dinner out?: Fuck you. Night in.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Fuck you. Either one's whatever.

What makes you a good Valentine?: Fuck you. Nothing.

Would you cook for me?: Fuck you. I already do.

Would you let me cook for you?: Fuck you. No. Except for dessert. Maybe.

Valentine's day application!

1, 2, 3, 4.... Nine! He counted nine 'fuck yous' in total! That was a whole lot of fuck you's. He could've at least kept them at an auspicious number like eight! Still, that was not enough to deter Roy. He could read between the lines, even if they were crossed out multiple times.

"Aw, don't say that about yourself, Jie," he cooed over the sheet. "You'll make a good valentine! You got nice eyes. They're like, sharp. And you're nice to look at. And pretty tall, I guess?"

He continued to count off other good attributes about his housemate, including, reliable security system, white noise (growling), personal trainer (chasing you around the block), doesn't have that wet dog smell when drenched in the rain... @dogmawd