SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU ─@ykjidam - Anonymous | SELECTIVE
where was their first date?: A coffee shop, just like they usually did before it was an official date. Ed is not very creative with places, but he thought she’d like it.
what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: Ed would spend time with her, cook and even watch movies.
who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: Probably Jidam, Ed is not that open to show affection that way. The kisses would be on his cheek, probably.
who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: No one.
how my muse would wake your’s up: He’d call for her quietly while touching her shoulder or arm in an attempt to have her waking up, he’d be patient.
who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: None, they prefer to just have a pillow fight or something, food is too precious.
who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: …no one would.
who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: Jidam did, and she was nervous. Ed would find it adorable.
who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet )?:Jidam knows he “doesn’t like” pets, so she wouldn’t even suggest that.
who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: In both cases, Jidam would. Edgard would do everything to hear her in pleasure. Out of bed, again, Ed prefer to just listen to what she has to say, even if she wants to talk for hours straight.
who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Edgard would, because there’s nothing to lose, right? In bed, he likes to try new things, but nothing she doesn’t want to do.
who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: Jidam would, heh. It’s not like Ed wouldn’t like it anyway.
what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Probably the daddy kink.
describe their typical kiss: Jidam would pull him down so she could have lips planted on his, and with that she could feel his smile against her lips before he returns the kiss. Ed would be gentle and hold her carefully in his arms before leading the kiss. As their lips parted, a happy giggle is heard from her. He likes it.
how my muse shows their love for your’s: Ed would let her touch him all she wants, and would start skinship once in a while. Although being cold and serious all the time, Jidam would know he’s just like that and wouldn’t mind it. In the little moments of attention and affection, she’d know he loves her.
their favourite ways to give affection: Talking about random things while keeping eye contact and holding hands, nuzzlings and kissing.
who is more dominate ?: Edgard, of course.
who sings in the shower ?: Jidam does when she’s happy. Edgard just listen to her.
who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Jidam would ask him to let her wash his hair.
who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Jidam would tease Edgard and he wouldn’t complain.
who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: Both would, no doubts. It just depends on what happens before the dinner or on their mood. But Edgard would definitely have more fun when doing that.
who has the weirder taste in music ?: Edgard does. He has a great variety of music since he travelled several countries and some musics give him memories that help him to understand things.
who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Jidam!
who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: None, they’re too young to think about it.
what would they name their children ?: No idea.
who would their children take after more ?: Probably Jidam.
“wow, alright sassy. geez, not even a please.” jidam shakes her head, pushing herself off of the bed to go close the blinds. “what, did you drink too much last night? you have a hangover? tsk.” it was expected. but even if jidam was being an ass about it, she’d probably care for the girl. “i mean. if you did get drunk, i’ll make you some hangover soup. you can rest a bit. you know, since that’s what friends do.”
her head was pounding and she groaned into the pillow, which had muffled it. weekends were her night outs, sometimes. ❝ to answer your question, i did drink too much and i regret it. my head hurts. ❞ she whines, holding her head in her hands. ❝ would you really? ugh, i love you so much, jidam ❞ she always thought she’d never have anyone by her side to take care of her when she have hangovers, but now there were. she dropped her head onto the soft cushion, immediately regretting it and groaned again. ❝ fuuuck. ❞
Things Said To or By My Siblings Pt.2 ; accepting.
*〔 🐶 〕 A sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes once , fingers running through long locks as she eyed the other right away. ❝ I don’t want to wear pants as well but you don’t see me being like you , right ? I can’t take you outside if you don’t wear anything. The people will stare and it’ll be very weird. So just wear pants for thirty minutes and then you can forget them for the rest of the day. Cooperate with me now , please. ❞
“ha. i fucking agree.” what a first, she usually had something good to say about the female but now it has crossed the line. for the past two weeks, this girl has been harassing both yibo and jidam for their dance moves. “as if the girl’s moves are painted to perfection, then i don’t think she should be talking. that fucking tit, god. i despise her. who even invited her here? i don’t get it, i don’t get how she can say that shit to us while being a hypocrite at the same time. has she seen herself? i feel like it’s worse than mines! her moves fucking suck! she didn’t have to ruin your set list just because of that. how fucking stupid.”
EVER THE TYPE TO BE CLEAR WHEN HE SCORNS SOMEONE, hazel eyes narrow and a nose scrunches, tip pointed skyward at the woman of the hour. it doesn’t take much to irritate yibo, it never has, but the woman before them ( in her tasteless cocktail dress and sporting laughter as fake as her poorly applied extensions ) had stepped over the boundary long before this moment. a renowned dancer, he takes his career GRAVELY SERIOUSLY, and for her to offer such useless criticism in a manner as shallow as her attitude is the driving force behind the DEPTH of how much he despises her.
❛ i wouldn’t even piss on her if she was on fire. fuckin’ lil’------ah, i don’t even have a word UGLY enough. ❜ the rapper glances toward jidam, lips pursed as though he’d seen the most grotesque sight earthly eyes could behold, ❛ she’d oughta put all that fuckin’ energy into her own routine rather than shittin’ on mine or yours---------which, i ain’t one to brag but makes her look like a dyin’ insect, the way they kinda just spazz around before they CROAK. ❜
Send “✘” and I’ll generate a number between 1 - 50 for what my muse says or does to yours. [ @ykjidam ]
49. “All ideas are good ides. Except the bad ones.”
“And that one, my dear, was a spectacularly bad one…”She grumbles, slowly running the paper towel up and down her arm to wipe awaythe coke practically coating it. Copying an experiment from Youtube seemed tobe fun at first… only that they’d only taken into consideration that it wouldfail, not the unexpected fact that it would actually work out… so, afterdropping the effervescent pill into the bottle, it exploded everywhere. No, they hadn’t been prepared for that, andTzuyu was willing to swear that there was coke on the ceiling, too… good thatshe couldn’t see that high up. She didn’t needthat headache. “Maybe next time we should get lab coats…God, I’m nevergoing to be able to get this out of my hair.”
This was going to be her 15th time doing this -- her 14th kill -- but pursuing had not been her best bet. She can’t remember why she was doing this, but she remembers that she was told to do it. “Young girl, about three centimeters shorter than you,” at a set time and so forth. She was told that she needed to succeed this time -- but why? It wasn’t her position to question things, not that she was able to, only to follow. And she did this willingly.
Hazy. Everything was hazy -- She only knows that following the footsteps and heated pants were all she needed. There’s a stillness inside of her, only to hunt and exterminate. Eyes peering out of the darkness with a mask over her face to keep herself in incognito -- continuing to trace the girl’s steps around this never ending corridor. But time is ticking -- she only has half an hour left before the pill wears off.
