#zombieaurora

[cinewhore]

Dudeeeeee you had me thinking something else!!!

Oh oh oh!!! Okay! So this would be something like Buffalo Bill?

Let’s see, sharp shooting like Anny Oakley?

Wait, so shes this “magician“ but also throws knives. So at every show she picks someone from the crowd to help. At the end, she picks someone else to check her knives and equipment, just so no one thinks there is anything going on behind the scenes. All well balanced and sharp. Pero of course is picked. He’s all grumpy looking in the back and she can’t help herself. She’s not trying to impress anyone, she knows she’s good. That’s why she’s with this show after all. So she binds him to the board where she throws knives. This dumb man stoic as ever is a tad nervous to have this beautiful woman THROW KNIVES at him. Imagine his surprise has she out lines his body in knives. The the cheers of the crowd. All the while he’s “denying” that this dangerous act turned him on as much as it did.

You’re literally in my brain GET OUT!! It was either that or a trapeze artist. How fun that would be for him

William would tease him nonstop

[max--phillips]

Okay, hcs … how about what whoever you like and how they sleep and what they wear? Like the chaos demon that is Max???

great question :0

We have seen how Din sleeps and it’s kind of wild. Either like a board or just sort of propped up against something in full fuckin armor and also the lightest sleeper known to man. THAT SAID, if he’s in a situation where he can actually relax for once in his life. He’s a lounge pants no shirt comfy blanket kind of guy who is going to take up as much space on the bed as possible. Just totally sprawled out

Ezra is sort of capable of sleeping anywhere anytime just because of how he’s had to live his life. He’s he’s not particularly picky about that kind of thing. He usually just sleeps in an old t-shirt and boxers, if he can change into pajamas at all. He probably tosses and turns a lot at night but in an oddly controlled manner?? Like he doesn’t throw himself off of cots or anything.

Javi probably sleeps naked. Vibes. He also strikes me as someone who has trouble getting to sleep and staring asleep, so he probably spends a lot of time laying on his back staring at the ceiling

Jack probably also sleeps naked a lot but is just as likely to be wearing lounge pants (sans underwear) but no shirt. I just KNOW the man snores. That said he sleeps pretty solidly, though he is a VERY early riser

Max. Chaos demon indeed. Look I can’t decide if he really sleeps or not, in my personal canon it just depends on the situation. But let’s say he does. I definitely think he has a fucked up sleep schedule and he doesn’t love sleeping at night like a normal person because of the whole vampire thing. And when he does sleep, it almost appears like he is LITERALLY dead. There’s no pulse to check for, he doesn’t really breathe, he’s even kind of cold to the touch, and he’s a HEAVY sleeper. So it’s sort of terrifying. The only thing to give away that he’s awake is when he shifts a little in his sleep like flipping sides or adjusting the sheets or something. As for what he wears: because he runs cold I imagine he wears lounge pants and a shirt, but it depends on whether or not he is sleeping with someone.

[frannyzooey]

Ma’am! I was browsing your fics this morning and the storm about KILLED ME. 🥵

oh my god that fic almost ended ME

it’s all @krissology fault — she bombarded me with thoughts about these men and then she encouraged me to write it — the world’s best enabler 😍

I’m glad you liked it! ❤️☺️

[rae-gar-targaryen]

I associate you with golden summer days. Days at the beach. Sunday brunches with a intimate group of friends. Fun and bright. Hibiscus and sunflowers.

This is so dreamy. Thank you, my love. I love brunch and beach days 💖💖

I associate you with Stevie Nicks, your favorite song on repeat, expressing love in thoughtful, handmade gifts, succulents, the fearless, loving friend ✨✨

TELL ME WHAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH ME

[cptnbvcks]

Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay in these weird times! Miss seeing your stuff on my dash.

HELLO YES I AM FINE!!! No one worry I have NOT been murdered unfortunately. Boba Fett fails ONCE AGAIN to assassinate me but Mando continues to be the flea on my ASS and if I DIE that is on ME because HE CAUGHT ME SLIPPIN. DO NOT PROSECUTE HIM. IT IS ON ME.

jk im kidding im gucci gucci I’m just an introvert baby that goes into self isolation for no true reason other than to exist with my smooth brain

ill be slowly back on my bullshit and answering a few asks now tho!

here’s a meme:

[f0rever15elf]

Ooooo 38 on the ask list!

38: If you have a crush/squish, have they appeared in your notes within the last hour?

*is out of date on internet slang and had to look up what a squish was* 

Yes, a squish!! They have indeed and now I need to go read the thing they tagged me in!! 

Come send me a question from This Game or just come Talk To Me!!

[cinewhore]

Listen, imagine running into one Sherlock in disguise at a gin palace. Is he spying on you? For a client? Either way it’s both annoying to him that you can quickly see through his disguise and that you’re in a gin place of all damn places. Oh and that you were talking to his mark. To be fair, you didn’t know any of this. Other than the annoying small talk of a man that won’t take a hint that’s still talking to you. All you want is have a glass of gin in peace after the terrible day you were having. The fact that Sherlock was there in whatever capacity wasn’t your problem. He wouldn’t approach you while in disguise. Well you hope he wouldn’t. The temptation to throw the perfectly good gin in this annoying man’s face is was large. But you grip the the tiny glass. It was just a penny’s worth. Enough to take the edge off your foul mood. But not enough to make your point. Out of the corner of your eye you see the consulting detective rise from his corner seat of the gin palace. It was time to go. Catching your eye you pause your leave taking. Realizing that Sherlock’s gaze was upon your unwanted drinking companion. Setting the tiny glass down, you adjust your kidskin gloves as well as checking your reticule was still around your wrist. Making small talk with the man as Sherlock approached. Vail placed neatly back over your face from the dashing top hat you adored. You took your leave as soon as Sherlock interrupted the other man’s nonsense. Back on the busy street you feel something small the pocket of your walking dress, a note. How on earth did that man get a note to you so quickly? It was a thank you for keeping his mark distracted. And an invitation to dinner. Well, that’s how you wanted to interpret the note. But you knew the underlining message. Smirking, you hail a hansom. Already in a better mood. Ready to tackle your manuscript again.

😘



Can’t stop thinking about this!!

[cinewhore]

Pssssst, you should watch for a package this week. Maybe Thursday??? 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thursdays are my favorite days now ❤️ I’m so excited 🥰