W-A-L-T-Z

I’m afraid I already answered A, L, and T. But the rest:

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Somewhere peaceful, out in the countryside. It’s n-not that I don’t like the city, but it’s so dangerous here sometimes, and I miss the greenery. [Considers] Maybe New England, or somewhere in France. A place with lots of history. 

Would you ever have sex for money?

[Purples] N-n-no! I’ve never needed money that badly. There’s only one person I w-want to have sex with, and she’d never need to pay. [He tries not to think about the galas he attended in New York, where the other partygoers – male and female – sometimes made passes at him]

BLART (that’s blue and art put together)

[Chuckles] Thanks for explaining. 

Do you miss your ex? What would you do to get them back?

I don’t really have an ex. Th-there was one girl who was interested in me, but she never spoke up until I was already with Katelynn. 

Have you ever told a big lie, one that you felt bad for? Did you ever come clean?

Erm … not really. I lied to my parents a few times when I was younger, like the time I broke one of Bonnie’s heirloom carvings and claimed the wind knocked it over. But I’ve never lied about anything big. 

Who was the last person to piss you off? What did they do?

[Grits his teeth] Psycho Delic, for hurting Katelynn and getting her arrested. [He’s even more pissed off because he wasn’t there for her when it happened]

Religion, what is yours? Do you believe in a god?

I consider myself spiritual, not religious. [Tries not to sound bitter] There m-may be a god, but if there is, I doubt He cares very much about justice or humanity. In the greater scope of the universe, we don’t mean much. 

What is your favorite sexual position?

[Blushes like crazy, but he answers] … I like having m-m-my partner on top. [It gives him a nice view, and he enjoys truly knowing that she wants him, but he’s too embarrassed to say so]

Let’s get really personal.

A: Who was the last person to piss you off? What did they do?
B: Do you miss your ex? What would you do to get them back?
C: If you had to choose between your best friend or your significant other dying, who would you choose?
D: Everyone has a few demons, what’s your worst one?
E: Have you ever cheated on somebody?
F: Are you a virgin?
G: Do you believe in ghosts?
H: If you knew your girlfriend/boyfriend would be truly happier without you, would you leave?
I: If you liked someone with a terminal illness, would you still date them knowing they might not live much longer?
J: If you sold your soul, what would it be for?
K: Would you ever kill someone? What would be a good reason?
L: Have you ever told a big lie, one that you felt bad for? Did you ever come clean?
M: Is there anything that you’d never do for any amount of money?
N: Would you consider yourself vain or narcissistic?
O: Are you open minded, or do you judge people and things before you give them a chance?
P: Politics, what are your thoughts on them?
Q: Do you prefer peace and quiet, or loud chaos?
R: Religion, what is yours? Do you believe in a god?
S: What is your sexual preference (straight, gay, bi, pan, ace)?
T: What is your favorite sexual position?
U: Has anyone you knew ever died? If so, who?
V: Do you ever want children?
W: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
X: Do you do drugs? Drink? Smoke?
Y: Is there anything you wouldn’t do for love?
Z: Would you ever have sex for money?

Drinks at the Red Velvet

flawlessacting:

wrapped-in-shadows:

flawlessacting:

“Yes,” he replied, leaning back into his seat and lounging one arm against the back of it, appearing much at ease. “You were on the news after all – don’t know if you saw it?”

Granted he hated that the part of the reason it was so big was because of Jack’s appearance, praises had been sung on the short report about his lovely artwork. He tried to not stare directly at Jack in case in made him nervous and only glanced at him here and there, directing his attention to art work on the wall.

“N-not really,” he said. “I had an exhibition a few months ago, but after that I was out of the city for a long time. I only r-really returned last month, and I’ve spent most of my time since then catching up on things with my friends.” He gave a more genuine smile. “It’s good to be back, though.”

He glanced over at the bar, hoping their drinks would arrive soon. “W-what about you? How long have you been in Metro City?” Jack was embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t heard of Juniper, but then, he didn’t watch many movies.

A waiter walked to their table to deliver their drinks, Juniper’s looking quite plain while Jack’s looked quite fancy that even the seasoned actor had to admit it had presentation. Picking up his scotch as the ice clinked against the glass, he took a light sip of it, his lips pulling back as the liquor burned down his throat.

“Only a few weeks really,” he answered as he eyes wandered around at the other patrons in case any of them wanted to approach them. “Was too busy shooting to explore until recently. I’ll say though that this is the first time I’ve made some connections in a city and wished to stay.”

He chuckled lightly and sipped his drink again. He never drank too much because he didn’t want to get drunk but he was with a rather shy, new friend and figured one night buzzed wouldn’t be so bad if the man loosened up.

Jack took a few sips of his own drink, then set it down again. The cool, sweet burn of the lime and rum was nice, but he knew he didn’t have much tolerance for alcohol, and it wouldn’t make a good impression for him to get drunk in front of the sophisticated actor. 

“Heh, I can understand that.” Now that he was a bit more relaxed, his stutter had faded. “I only moved here myself last November, from Anderson’s Field.” He gave a weak little chuckle. “Just a simple country boy, on his own in the city for the first time. Fortunately it’s turned out very well." 

ladydoppler:

wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

dymond-in-the-rough:

will-never-be-a-swan:

nightmare-in-violet:

professormary:

doctormontyisin:

wearethegenesis:

steampoweredrocket:

your name’s true meaning

boltsy:

boltsy’s name means: 1) To do shindans all day. 2) Hnnnnnnng

I love my life, yessah I do ❤

Sprocket’s name means: 1) Owns a large collection of shota. 2) To gain a harem.

AH— AAAHHH I’VE BEEN FOUND OUT ABORTABORTABORT

Craiah’s name means 1) To put on panties. 2) To become a magical girl!

WHAT?!

Montegue Dubois’s name means: 1) A dysfunctional brain. 2) Pure moe~

What the hell is “moe”?

Mary’s name means: 1) A very charming person. 2) Can’t read the atmosphere.

…Number two, what.

Violet Morgan’s name means: 1) To evolve into your final form. 2) Super do-M.

That first one is pretty accurate, actually 😀

Katelynn Foster’s name means: 1) Lolicon. 2) Futile effort.

“…. .w.”

Danielle Dymond’s name means: 1) To put on panties. 2) A fine gentleman.

[snorks at the first one] “Of course I do!”

Gail Flora Maple’s name means: 1) To have a secret power. 2) Very lewd.

“…Fuck yeah!!! Except for that second one.”

Lady Doppler’s name means: 1) Garbage. 2) Suspected of being homo.

[Grits her teeth angrily at the first one] … I’m bisexual, not homo.

Jack Maple’s name means: 1) Constantly procrastinating. 2) Posing in front of the mirror.

[He doesn’t let anyone know it, but he’s guilty of both XD]

“3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 14 and” -giggle- “15. And yes 1 when we’re ready to have one though I suppose the surprise was ruined for us.” -more giggles-

[Beaming, he pulls her close and gets started on the hug and kiss] Well, we don’t know how fixed time is. At least we know we can have children, and who knows? They may not turn out exactly the same. 

[Gives her a playful grin] In the meantime, I can give you 3 and 15, though. [Slides an arm around her waist and leads her into the bedroom]