#Picky is always getting distracted by food so she forgets what is going on sometimes

[jazzyquarterblugs]

𝐏𝐏𝐓𝐉: 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Time to show ya'll the Altercanons for The Smiling Critters!! :D

(I have already looong posted them on my twitter but again for the Tumblr peeps I will post them here! :3)

From Oldest to Youngest!

Enjoy!

Bubba Bubbaphant!

The smart and probably the most mentally stable one out of the bunch (more on that later-) being the oldest isn't really easy when you've got 7 younger friends most of which love to go on rowdy fun adventures, nonetheless he is always with them every step of the way whenever he can! (Mostly because he needs to keep them from accidentally getting themselves killed 💀)

His Talent

Bubba is capable of creating balls of light and is able to change the intesity of light sources around him, in combat he can create lightbulb shaped items and throw them at to flashbang opponents, disorienting them and giving him the advantage, though this uses up his own energy and so he needs to think carefully about how many he creates, or else he will likely pass out.

KickinChicken!

The self-proclaimed cool guy of the critters. An daredevil who's always put looking for ways to have a lil fun, all the while making Bubba slowly lose his patience 😅 even though he may come off as an arrogant jerk to others, Kickin actually cares a lot about his friends and others more than he likes to admit! Just don't get on his nerves or he will make your life a living hell whenever given the chance!

His Talent

He can whip out three items of his choosing, whether it'd be a simple screwdriver or a flat out atomic bomb, all of which seem to follow a common theme 💀 though he is only lmited to three wishes and after using them all up he'd have to wait for an one hour cooldown before he can create more items again.

CatNap!

Not a very talkative critter, neither is he really stable in ANY WAY to begin with, he went suddenly missing once for 3 whole weeks and came back never the same, for 9 whole months has he never ate, drank or even slept, and it's only a matter of time before one day he finally collapses in on himself...

His...Talent???...

He is able create sleep-inducing red smoke, making whoever is nearby inhale it and fall into a Deep Sleep... (it doesn't kill them dn)

DogDay!

The leader of The Smiling Critters! And CatNap's best friend! This lovely sunshine is always ready for an adventure and bring a smile to everyone's faces no matter who they are! He is always standing up for what's right, willing to put his friends before himself.

His Talent?

His body glows a range of red to yellow whenever experiencing intense emotions, the hue and the temperature of his body depending on how intense the feeling is, if it is too intense his body is capable of burning the skin off of anybody who attempts to touch him.

PickyPiggy!

The nature-loving and diet obsessed one of the group, she absolutely loves the wonders of mother nature, even owning an vegetable garden herself! She loves to eat but always makes sure she stays healthy when doing so! Though sometimes she is so entranced by eating food that she often forgets to keep up with the others and finds herself confused, she always feels like she has an reputation to uphold considering her father is a well-known cook in Critterville, to make things even less easy she has 12 younger brothers to take care of!

Her Talent

She is able to take and storage items within an infinite pocket dimension like a personal inventory in her pockets, though she needs to have actualy pockets for this to work, luckily she knows how to sew!

Hoppy Hopscotch!

The physically active one of the group! And DogDay's beloved little sister! This rambunctious lil rabbit is willing to take on a challenge if it means having fun! Though she is really accident prone so she often gets herself hurt! (Pretty frequently actually-) but even so she doesn't know how to back down! While impatient and loud, she is happy to protect her friends from danger!

CraftyCorn!

The shy and soft-spoken one! She's pretty timid but has an incredible creative side to her! She loves to create all kinds of art but most specifically loves to draw! Even though she may not have had the best first start of her life, but after moving into Bubba's home and becoming part of The Smiling Critters, she realizes she feels right at home.

Her Talent

She is able to mend and shape paint however and whatever she wants it to be! Whether it is colorful wings of freedom or another way to paint, she needs to have paint at her disposal though.

She is also capable of magic of her own! But due to her previous living conditions she was never able to tap into her gift and discover the wonders of unicorn magic all that much, though luckily Bubba has enrolled her to equestrian classes to help her with that problem! <)

Bobby Bearhug!

The sweetest and youngest one out of the group! She was found alone outside near the Critters' treehouse, ever since then Bubba has taken her under his wing and has been taking care of her since, it is unknown what happened to her parents it has been assumed that they had just abandoned her.

Her Talent

She is able to sense the true intentions of a person's heart, helping her know who is worthy of trust or not, she is also able to sense the emotions of an individual though this can be physically and even mentally exhausting, making her needing to take frequent naps to gain her energy back.

Aaaand that is all I have for today!

I hoped you enjoy these Altercanons and if you have any questions regarding them or this AU feel free to ask in my ask box! :3

(repeat users are okay btw!)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #poppy playtime jealousy #poppy playtime jealousy au #jealousy au #pptj #smiling critters #smiling critters au #bubba bubbaphant #kickinchicken #catnap #dogday #picky piggy #hoppy hopscotch #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #Bobby is a baby in this AU yes #Why? Cause I can >:) #But it's also because it makes up for an funny dynamic between Bubba and Kickin plus for story purposes! #DogDay and Hoppy are siblings #Kickin is a trans man cause I said so 😘 #Picky is always getting distracted by food so she forgets what is going on sometimes #She also has OCD #Crafty is a sweet unicorn who does not deserve to have a mother like hers #Bubba is literally the only one with the least amount of drama in his life #And CatNap is my comfort character! <3 #I hope this doesn't upset all of y'all- ;-; #REMEMBER THIS IS AN AU!! #altercanons #altercanon

[m1d-45]

What do you think the characters do during free time, free time : not whay they usuallu do? (Example; not hunting down monsters, tracking the fatui, being a member of the fatui, drinking tea, making money, bombing fish etc.)

-🥘Stew

great question! fair warning that this will Not be in any order at all!

mona probably mends her clothes, she feels like the type to know how to sew. if you ever need clothing advice go to her. part of it is budgeting, but part of it is also the fact that i imagine she’s a bit picky on her appearance.

i think kaeya likes to go for walks, if he can allow himself to. probably has a hard time relaxing, but please let this man just take you for a walk. sit under some shade. watch some butterflies. have a picnic.

if venti has free time his lyre is in his hands. doesn’t matter if he’s not playing for a crowd, he likes the music. or he’ll sit in vanessa’s tree, letting the sun and anemo soak into him, the sound of the wind through the leaves lulling him to sleep.

for kazuha, the obvious: laying on sun-warmed stones, writing poetry, listening to the wind and it’s stories. not so much one for walks, prefers just sitting somewhere quiet and enjoying himself. maybe he brings food, maybe he picks some berries from a bush, maybe he’s only gone for an hour, who knows. he always comes back with a clearer head than he did before.

i don’t know yelan. not Really, not enough where i’m confident about this, but i feel like she likes tea. tea, brewed herself (grown herself if she could, but she’s too busy for that) and made exactly how she likes it. probably likes watching sunsets, if she has the time, which is rare.

xingqiu obviously reads or writes or sits at his desk and laments his lack of ideas. chongyun meditates, a fact which i’m not sure is canon but is real to me. xingqiu likes walks more than chongyun does, and is more prone to dragging the latter out for inspiration. xiangling joins him when chongyun doesn’t for whatever reason, and they often get distracted from their goals simply talking to each other.

keqing reads. ningguang likes puzzles. ganyu visits the other adepti when she can, and sends a longing look to the mountains when she can’t. xiao doesn’t let himself take breaks, not really, but he does like seeing the sun rise. yaoyao collects flowers to bring back to madam ping, and maybe a few more for whoever else along their way needs a little pick me up. sometimes she’ll see qiqi, who passes along the silk flower to baizhu, who carefully pulls a pot from a shelf for her. she’ll forget who it’s from, but he and gui are happy to remind her, prompting her to preserve it once more with a quick touch of cryo.

when yaoyao sees it on the shelf when she visits, she smiles.

#m1d : [chats] #m1d : [secrets] #stew🥘 anon #hiya! i’ve been w family and have spent literally all day today reminding myself of khaenri’ah lore for an upcoming piece #researching your fixation when you have adhd should be considered an extreme sport. and i can’t tell if i’d get last place or gold #(various boos from crowd) #anyway!

[just-1other-nerd]

Well, my therapist canceled our appointment this morning because she's sick which sucks for the both of us.

So I guess I'll vomit out my feelings and messed up thoughts here because where else can I put them now?

There are mainly four observations I want to talk about:

First of all I'm thinking a lot about my bullying trauma lately, like remembering how unwell I felt, remembering what my former class mates did to me and how the ones I meet again act like they never did me any harm. I remember pranks, insults and manipulation. But it is even worse that there are moments like that 5 day school trip in year 7 where I know something happened and I ended up being called a monster and I don't even remember all the details because I just repressed those memories. I wouldn't call myself the most forgiving person like I have lots of grudges because of smaller things, so whatever happened must have been really bad if I can't remember it. I'm sure I said lots of bad things back to those people too, because hurt people lash out. I think I wished this one gaslighter to get brain damage once and I regretted it and regret it now. My mum once told me that for her it was like I came home from war instead of school. A saw a insta reel in which a person was talking about how now that they escaped the situation that caused their trauma, they don't know what's next because it makes up such a huge part of their personality and they've been in survival mode for so long that they get anxious thinking that it could go wrong again any minute. But they also said that they are looking forward to finding out who they are without the thing that caused the trauma. And I felt that. I escaped the situation about almost 3 years ago but I'm still recovering and I still have those defence and coping mechanisms from back then. And I like found out that I actually don't care that much about grades, I still care and I'm proud of my accomplishments but it kinda isn't that important anymore, like I'm (almost) okay with screwing up and only being among the best instead of THE best, just like I was back in primary school. I also found out that I like lots of stuff my friends introduced me to like K drama and that I can be silly with them (and that I like that) instead of acting condecending when people are being a bit stupid for fun (in my defence lots of the stuff I looked down upon was sexist/involved drugs etc.) <- look I did it again, I defended myself before someone could even attac.

The second thing is I think I could be neurodivergent. Like I have always been a picky eater but not just because of taste but also because of food texture. The same goes for fabric and certain necklines and stuff because it makes me feel uncomfortable. I used to wear tights no matter what season when I was a kid and was convinced I could never wear pants without them and I still don't like it if pants are loose around my legs so I only wear skinny jeans. I'm very perfectionistic at times and so incredibly stubborn and I need get things done my way and have like this weird tunnel vision where I can't really see alternatives myself but need others to show them to me (like in group projects). But I can also be so lazy and unmotivated that I just refuse to do anything and hope I get away with it. I can be laser focused sometimes, like read in the most chaotic public space but then again I can get distracted so easily by just one sound and like get nothing done at all for the next 10 minutes. I oftentimes scribble or fidget when I'm nervous or need to concentrate. I bite my nails to an unhealthy extent since I was little. I cried a lot when I was a child when we sold things, I can't let go of stuff, it got better but it's still very gutwrenching. I've always hated being wrong and loved being right. Oftentimes I'm so focused on myself and how I feel in a situation that I forget that others might not feel the same way about what is happening right now which leads to me missing (important) social clues. It's not like I can't interpret the expressions of others but I just don't pay attention in that moment of that I'm so convinced that my pov is right that I just don't think about another way to view things, even though I'm relatively average at being able to empathize with others but it just becomes an afterthought and then it's too late. I'm able to reflect on things. Lots of people think I'm arrogant or condecending when I don't even mean to come across that way. I was always considered smart (I have great fact memory) and relatively creative but also weird and socially awkward in a sense that I just didn't get along with lots of my peers. On the one hand people thought I was mature for my age (because I could articulate myself better than most of the kids my age and just knew more in general) but on the other I could be to childish and immature when others upset me and I really have a temper and I hold a grude for forever. One time when I was too old for that I just made such a scene because I didn't want to go on that hiking trip (god, I was so awful that day, my poor parents). I can become obsessed with things, mostly books, series and movies. I'm basically a fandom wiki at this point. I like and notice patterns lots of people just don't see. My dad often compares me to Sheldon Cooper who has Asperger when we watch TBBT (I know he's not the best autism representation but he introduced me to the topic). And like lots of times I read some post and think "huh relatable" and then I look at the tags and it says "autism" or "ADHD" or "neurodivergent" and I've always related to autism-coded characters and neurodivergent characters. But then (depends on whether I'm really neurodivergent or not) my imposter syndrome or common sense kicks in and is like "Just because you relate that doesn't mean you are. You are way too normal and basic for that. You just want to be special. You disrespect the community by claiming you're a part of it without even really knowing. Self diagnosis is toxic and most of the time one's wrong. You only want an excuse for not fitting in. You only want a reason for being bullied," and stuff like this. My imposter sydrom also says those things everytime I think about whether I'm bisexual or not. Like I always get exicted when I see the community succeed or represented and I'm so deep into queer cuture, even before I knew what it was I already had a tendency towards this kind of media.

The third thing is that I'm hating shopping so much. Like I love fashion, it's just so much fun, but everytime I want to be fashionable I just realise I can't be. One of the reasons for this is as I mentioned above that how fabrics feel can be difficult or that I don't like certain necklines because I feel like they expose stuff and it makes me feel very uncomfortable. This is the part that has always been there. But then again there is a kinda low confidence when it comes to my style that's because of never really having the same style as my peers which didn't make the bullying better. I don't like make-up because I'm too lazy and love sleep and because I've never really done it I suck at it and it's bad for your skin. But like if you can do it well it just looks so nice and I'm in awe if my friends can do it well, it's just not for me. I can't have trendy hair styles because my hair is curly and complicated and only 20% of the time (during which I'm almost always at home) it looks incredibly beautiful. But that can also make me look older than I am. In general that's a big problem for me because if I wear something for young people that suits my criteria I often look like I'm 14 (being smaller than average also doesn't help) but if I wear a blazer or something like that I look like 35 or like a teenager dressing up as a 35 year-old. And then there are my body issues. (I know everybody has them and generally I think I'm pretty but I just feel so unfashionalbe.) Trying to buy new clothes frustrates me, like I don't want to be shapeless or like I just want a simple button-up that's for women or I just want to feel like myself and not like I play dress up. I also get sad and hate myself. In those moments I practically am the song "My Own Person" by Ezra Williams because I just want to vanish. And then there is also consumer guilt.

The fourth is that I'm procrastinating again because I'm anxiously avoidant (self diagnosis, I'm so hypocritical right now and I hate that). I should organize something for my future job right now because I should do that before the holidays (tomorrow is the last school day) but I spent the last hour or so writing this and it's already night and normally I would go to sleep now. I hate having to do that. I have to gather information and it's just so confusing. I'm mad because I've been given some misinformation but because of complicated reasons I can't say that I'm mad. I also just feel stupid for not having asked certain (important) questions.

Edit: About two weeks later. Anxiety and procrastination are still there which isn't good because next week my Abitur starts and I should really prepare more. Sometimes I do the kind of self harm when I don't eat even though I'm hungry because I don't feel like I'm worth the food.

Another thing I forgot to mention is that I have this weird fear of like falling into an abyss (metaphorically). It is just like I don't like alcohol, wich is another thing that seperated/seperates me from my peers. I don't like the taste, I don't like the smell, I don't like that it literally kills brain cells and makes you loose control over your body and behaviour. I never even tried it. It is a valid thing not to like it and people should accept it more, people are not antisocial just because they don't consume alcohol, drinking shouldn't be the social norm. As I mentioned before, back in my bullied era I was condecending and not getting wasted because I didn't get drunk was actually a thing that gave me a feeling of superiority and having this strong principal became a part of my self-worth too. So now with my bad mental health I'm worried that I'll give into the temptation of just letting loose for a while, to rebell and not give a shit and drowning my sorrows, even though I know that alcohol (as a drug) isn't cool and that it'll only make me feel better for a short time and that my body wouldn't take it well because it isn't used to it. I know it is kind of stupid and I think I've had those thoughts for a while now but helping me realize this about myself was the Baby Queen song These Drugs which expresses what I'm afraid of better than I can.

#anxious #anxiety #anxious avoidant #procrastinating #procrastination #my own person ezra williams #therapy #mental health issues #mental health #mentally unstable #mentally tired #bully victim #bullying #bullied #trauma #trauma recovery #trauma survivor #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #autism #autistic spectrum #adhd #body image issues #self doubts #self diagnosis #self diagnosed autism #imposter syndrome #bisexual #queer #trying to find out whether i'm queer

[princess-mei]

Mei 美美 Qin – Character Sheet

it’s like everything you say is a sweet revelation / all i wanna do is get into your head / yeah we could stay alone, you and me and this temptation / sipping on your lips, hanging on by a thread, baby

late night watching television / but how’d we get in this position / it’s way too soon, i know this isn’t love (no) / but i need to tell you something

i really really really really really really like you / and i want you, do you want me, do you want me too?

Archetype — The Explorer Birthday — July 9th, 2002 Zodiac Sign — Year of the Horse, Rising Leo, Sun in Cancer, Moon in Cancer MBTI — ENFP Enneagram — 2, the Helper Temperament — Sanguine Hogwarts House — Gryffindor Moral Alignment — Chaotic Good Primary Vice — Lust Primary Virtue — Charity Element — Water/Fire (she’s a Water Horse, so she definitely identifies with that but in Western tradition she is Fire.)

Overview:

Mother — Tanya Qin Father — Peng Qin Mother’s Occupation — Editor-in-Chief of the San Francisco Chronicle Father’s Occupation — financial diviner Family Finances — wealthy Birth Order — middle Brothers —  none Sisters — Ting-Ting (Gemma Chan, May 13, 1993), Su (January 22, 2003) Other Close Family — close to their mother’s side, father’s side lives in China, but they’ve taken trips to see them once or twice. do not have any cousins/aunts/uncles, but close to their grandparents. Best Friend — Daisy Zanetti, they grew up together. Met in school and were thick as thieves right away. Daisy is a half-fairy, so they both understood the whole “half” background thing. Other Friends — Lots and lots of friends~ Enemies — There was probably like one Mean Girl that Mei was always antagonizing and who was always antagonizing her. Pets — None. Home Life During Childhood — Relatively happy. Has nice, loving parents. Did a lot of Family Activities, since that was important. Mother was busy a lot with work, but her father was around a lot and Ting-Ting was always around (until she went to school.) Town or City Name(s) — San Francisco, CA What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Posters everywhere! Very personalized and customized. Lots of reds and golds. Probably had like one of those net things around her bed. Always very messy, because Mei starts a project and then just jumps to the next. Lots of natural light too probably. Any Sports or Clubs — Dance and Gymnastics. Mei has kept up with both of these throughout the year. Does both ballet and hip hop. Her favorite gymnastics is rhythmics. Favorite Toy or Game — She wouldn’t consider it a toy or game, of course, but loves doing tarot and tea readings. Also enjoys a good board game, is very competitive though. Schooling — Public school. Favorite Subject — Physical Education ?? Maybe literature. Art classes… Popular or Loner — Decently popular. She wasn’t one of the people that everyone knew but she had a wide circle of friends. Important Experiences or Events — Discovering she had divination skills. Deciding her specialization. Moving to Swynlake! Nationality — American Culture — Chinese-American Religion and beliefs — Spiritual, borrowing from a spread of Taoism, Buddhism, Chinese folklore, and Confucianism.

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim — Cheng Xiao Complexion — Fair-skinned Hair Colour — Naturally a dark brown, but she dyes it a lot! Eye Colour — Dark brown. Height — 5’6 Build — Athletic, but slim. Tattoos — None. Piercings — Ears. Common Hairstyle — Likes to braid it or put it in two buns. Does a lot of half-up/half-down hairstyles. Clothing Style — Chic and trendy, lots of colors and patterns. Mannerisms — Very bouncy, doesn’t sit still much. Twirls her hair around her finger a lot. Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Pretty healthy! I’m sure this is due to Ting-Ting constantly balancing her Yin-Yang Physical Ailments — None. Neurological Conditions — None. Allergies — None! Grooming Habits — Rather good. Takes a lot of care with her appearance. Always makes sure to moisturize and exfoliate and change out of sweaty clothes. Sleeping Habits — Average. Eating Habits — Eats a lot because Su is constantly making things, but can forget meals if she is distracted or concentrating. Exercise Habits —  Exercises a lot! Does all sorts of things like pilates and swimming and jogging. Emotional Stability — I give her a 7/10, she loses points for being a stubborn, unreasonable teenager and for her temper, but otherwise is pretty even-keeled. Body Temperature — Average. Sociability — Very social! Loves surrounding herself with people. Addictions — Love? Drug Use — None, we will see. Alcohol Use — Has gone to parties where she’s drank before, but not often.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — Interrupting people, bouncing from topic to topic, meddling in things that she shouldn’t, talking back, being a general nuisance. Good Habits — Very kind, very caring. Wants to take care of all her people. Strong moral compass. Best Characteristic — Her certainty. Worst Characteristic — Her stubbornness. Worst Memory — Being told she would have to move to Swynlake. Best Memory — When her father told her that he was proud of her for completing her studies for being a sorcerer and accepting an apprenticeship. Proud of — Her magic, her family history, her looks, her sporting ability. Embarrassed by — Not much, probably the fact she isn’t very good at school. Driving Style — Probably was just learning how to drive. A speed demon, but surprisingly a good driver. Strong Points — Her moral center and her big heart. Temperament — Can be explosive, but general soft and sweet. Attitude — Generally positive. Weakness — Not knowing what she wants. Fears — Not knowing what she’s going to do with her life. Phobias — Anything unlucky, though I wouldn’t call it a phobia, more of a cautious regard. Secrets — None really? She doesn’t keep much from people. She’s very “This Is Who I am. Fight Me.” Regrets — Having to leave Swynlake. Feels Vulnerable When — People are angry or upset with her, she’s not following her heart. Pet Peeves — Being told she’s wrong, lol. Conflicts — Duty to Family v Duty to Heart Motivation — Following her heart. Short Term Goals and Hopes — Make friends and something out of her life in Swynlake. Long Term Goals and Hopes — Figure out what she wants to do with her life. Sexuality — As-is she is straight, but this can change. Day or Night Person — Day Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert. Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist except she can be really sour when things don’t go her way.

Likes and Styles:

Music — Oh, gosh–where to start? Mei loves love songs, of course. Big fan of Elton John, Elvis Presley, Celine Dion, etc etc. She also loves modern stuff, of course. Taylor Swift, Carly Rae Jepsen, Ed Sheeran…if she’s really feeling it some Florence and the Machine. Loves KPop too. I’ll let Lauryl tell me who she stans. (Is that the phrase I feel like there is a phrase.) Anyway, anything that is love related, she’ll give it a listen. Books — Doesn’t actually like reading that much, tbh. Doesn’t hold her interest. Magazines — Do people read magazines anymore? Does Buzzfeed count as a magazine? Probably giggles over Cosmopolitan. Foods — Sweets! Chocolate is her favorite, but she likes licorice a lot too. Is one of those weird people that likes black licorice. Also, loves a good rice pudding. That’s probably her favorite dessert. She also loves chicken, any kind of chicken–she doesn’t care what you put it in or what you put on it. Isn’t much of a picky eater. Actually really enjoys being adventurous with her food. Drinks — Green tea, green tea, green tea! Mei loves tea, especially iced. She also surprisingly likes salt soda water–she goes back and forth on sweet and savory. Sometimes, she just really wants salt soda water because it is just crisp and refreshing and wakes her back-up and reorients her yin-yang when she needs it. Animals — Elephants! Mei loves elephants. She’s that girl that has like elephant shirts and an elephant backpack and an elephant stuffed animal probably. They have such a high emotional capacity and Mei really respects them for this. They are also just so cute with their floppy ears and their soft, sweet eyes! Loves birds too as most of them are symbols of good luck and good tidings–besides owls, which are harbingers of death. Sports — Gymnastics and dance. Social Issues — Magick Rights is the biggest one. Also feminism. Also all the “main” issues. Favorite Saying — “Better to light a candle, than to curse the darkness” - Chinese Proverb Color — Golds, yellows, reds, blues are her favourites. She loves gold because it is a Classy color. Most of her jewelry is gold. She loves yellow because it is bright and happy! Red is lucky in Chinese culture and it always reminds her of times like New Year’s! Also, it is the color of passion and love. Blues she likes because they are calming and gentle.  These are her lucky colors. She also loves pink, even though it is technically a color that she should avoid. Really hates white, because she doesn’t like what a blank slate it is. Also, hates brown because it is an icky boring color. As you can see, she has a lot of Opinions on colors. Clothing —Chic and trendy, lots of colors and patterns. Jewelry — Loves it! Wears mostly gold. Probably has a few staple pieces but then exchanges things depending on her mood. Websites — Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter etc etc TV Shows — CW shows and K/Cdramas Movies — All the great love classics: Gone with the Wind, the Titanic, When Harry Met Sally, Roman Holiday, all of Audrey Hepburn probably, the Notebook, Singing in the Rain…I could go on and on. She loves movies that tug at the heart strings and are full of that wild, amazing, passionate kind of love. They always make her swoon and if she is choosing a movie for movie night, you know it’s gonna be a romantic tearjerker. Though, she also likes romcoms. Doesn’t like action movies or horror movies or anything too intense, they freak her out Greatest Want — To figure out what to do with her life. Greatest Need — To grow up and learn things aren’t all about her, lmao.

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — A three bedroom apartment with Ting-Ting and Su. Household furnishings — Rather plain at the moment, but will probably grow cozy as they settle in. Favorite Possession — Her pseudogrimoire where she writes down all the signs and stuff that she sees and puzzles out the meaning to. Most Cherished Possession — Her wand, which is a fan that was her mother’s, her mother gave it to her and her father and Ting-Ting help her imbibe it with magic. Neighborhood — Tortuga Place Married Before — No Significant Other Before — Non-serious boyfriends and Serious crushes Children — She iS a child Relationship with Family — Very close with her dad, even though he’s always yelling at her and being disappointed in her. They have a lot in common and she loves him. Her and her mother also get along more or less, she’s less stringent than her dad. Ting-Ting and her probably have the most contentious relationship, but even that hasn’t been that bad really. Mostly Mei being a nosy, annoying little sister. It will get more intense now that Ting-Ting is the authority figure and Mei is pissed about their situation. Su and Mei get along more or less well, they annoy each other, as sisters are wont to do, but Mei would def consider Su one of her best friends. Car — None. Career — Student Dream Career — She doesn’t know !! Dream Life — Married, with children, though she doesn’t know what she wants out of a career. Love Life — Nonexistant, which pisses her off. Talents or Skills — Excellent gymnast and very good with her magic. Intelligence Level — Decently intelligent, has street smarts, tbh. Very sharp in conversation. Finances — Wealthy

#about #character sheet #inspiration #part of me wanted to change some of this #but no #preserve the integrity

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Not Without You (Canon Divergence Stucky Fix-It-Fic)

Six:

Just as Steve instructed, he was ready to leave by seven. To his surprise, so were Scott and Cassie. Even if Cassie was openly yawning and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun as she stood there still in her plaid pajama pants. And Scott didn't seem much better in his sleep rumpled shirt and his short brown hair sticking up in different directions.

But they had a long day ahead of them. Really, they had a long trip ahead of them. With Steve, it had been easier. Faster. He was able to travel longer with fewer stops. He could drive through a night if he needed to. With the serum, he could go longer without food and could still function at a higher than average level.

To be honest, Steve wasn't sure how to travel with non-enhanced individuals. It had been a while since he had to take into account normal human functions. About four and a half years, to be more exact. And even then, Natasha was more efficient than normal. Sometimes she acted more enhanced than Steve, himself.

"Do you think we can stop somewhere to get coffee?" Scott quietly asked, his voice raspy in his drowsiness.

"Coffee," Cassie confirmed, tapping the tip of her nose with her finger as one did during a game of charades. She clarified, "I need coffee."

While Steve made sure that the motorcycle was secure and the camper was correctly compacted, Scott asked Cassie, "You drink coffee?"

"I mean..." the teen trailed off, letting that be answer enough.

Once he was satisfied that the camper wouldn't be lost from the van, Steve headed towards the front and informed, "There's a diner about 30 miles from here that has good coffee."

"Anything closer?" Cassie yawned.

Steve smirked, "Sure, but it's not as good."

"I'll be picky later," Cassie reasoned, climbing into the van.

Turning his attention to Scott, Steve asked, "That alright with you?"

"Perfectly fine," Scott assured, climbing into the passenger seat next to Cassie.

Climbing in behind the wheel, Steve took the keys from Scott and started the engine. Instantly, a poppy song with a young woman singing started playing.

We're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time It's miserable and magical, oh yeah Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines It's time Uh-oh

Brows furrowed, Steve looked over at Scott. Happily, the man bobbed his head while he sang along, "'I don't know about you, But I'm feeling twenty-two. Everything will be alright, if you keep me next to you.'"

Glancing at Cassie, she mutely shrugged. Although the small smile on her face had Steve leaving the radio on as he pulled out of the field. Cautiously driving down the street and hoping that the trip back would be just as uneventful as it was there.

Although, if Steve was a betting man, he'd put money on it. As devastating as what Thanos did was, crime had significantly gone down. It was one of the main reasons why the world didn't need the Avengers anymore. Why Steve didn’t feel as guilty about leaving the compound. Of going on this solo mission. Sure, he felt bad about leaving Natasha all by herself at the compound to carry the light load alone, but he knew that if Natasha really needed him, she'd call.

So, Steve strummed his fingers to the beat of the song. It might not have been what Steve had expected. But, as Steve was constantly learning, life didn't go as expected. At least this start was better than the one Steve had taken the first time around. Even if he wasn't used to the choice of music that his passengers seemed to know every word to.

Admittedly, it was the most normal that Steve had felt in a long time.

Playfully, Cassie nudged her elbow into his ribs to gain his attention. Briefly looking away from the deserted country road, Steve glanced her way. With raised brows and a pointed look, she stiffly shimmied her shoulders. Clearly, she wanted Steve to join in.

However, Steve wasn't the type to dance. Even the serum didn't give him rhythm, and the only person that had ever gotten Steve to dance was Bucky. And since he wasn't here, Steve wasn't going to give in.

"Do you ever loosen up?" Cassie quizzically looked at Steve, subtly bobbing her head to the new song playing.

Luckily, Steve didn't have to answer because the diner came into view. Whether time sped by because he was preoccupied or because he was going ten over the speed limit, Steve was just glad that he had a distraction.

Cutting the engine and quickly climbing out of the van, Steve headed for the diner before Scott and Cassie had even opened the passenger door. Pushing open the heavy glass door, Steve was greeted by an older woman with graying red hair in a blue uniform while she stood at the counter, restocking straws.

"Sit wherever you like, sweetie," she kindly smiled, "I'll be with you in just a minute."

"Thanks," Steve nodded in acknowledgement as he entered further into the diner and chose a booth near the back where he could watch the door.

Cassie and Scott joined him in the diner soon enough, with Cassie leading the way over to the booth. As she slid into the seat across from Steve, she teased, "Is avoidance one of your super powers?"

"Cassandra," Scott reprimanded as he took a seat beside her. With wide eyes, he looked over at Steve and apologized, "I am so sorry."

Chuckling to himself at the teen's dig, Steve shook his head, "It's okay." A smirk tugging at his lips, he playfully admitted, "Yes. It's my most powerful super power."

Her grin grew at that, and even Scott seemed to approve of the camaraderie building between them. It made Steve ease in his seat as well. Especially when the waitress came over to them.

"What can I start you off to drink with?" She questioned, pulling out her pen and pad of paper.

"Coffee," the trio answered in unison, causing the woman to arch her brows.

Putting the pad back in her apron, she said, "Easy enough. I'll be right back with that."

As they waited, Cassie fiddled around on her cellphone, Scott let out a long yawn, and Steve glanced around at the diner's empty interior. When his eyes landed on the small racks of postcards, he quietly excused himself from the table and headed for them. A lot of them were simple beach shots, or of city landmarks. All the while, Steve wanted one with a little more personality.

"Do Avengers always give away their location by sending postcards to each other?" Cassie asked, causing Steve to jump and drop the postcard he was examining.

"Don't do that," Steve warned, holding his chest while he attempted to catch his breath.

Cassie held her hands up in surrender and apologized. Well, half-apologized, "Sorry, I thought you'd have super-sonic hearing."

Picking the postcard up off the floor, he accepted it, "It's okay. I just wasn't paying attention."

"Because of the postcards?" Cassie clarified, quirking a brow.

Steve's cheeks heated and he stammered, "I-I, I was just, uh, just trying to find a... good one."

Slightly narrowing her eyes, Cassie must've seen something in Steve in that moment because she didn't sass. Instead, she eased in her stance -- a calculated decision to appear nonthreatening -- and redirected her attention to the spinning rack. Carefully looking over them before choosing one.

"How about this one?" She asked, handing it over to Steve.

Holding the cheesy postcard in hand, his lips tugged up and he nodded, "This one is great."

"Cool," Cassie smiled, turning to head back to the booth. She glanced over her shoulder to see if Steve was following, and he held up a finger to let her know he needed a minute.

Using one of the pens near the cash register, he quickly scrawled another message.

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What I Learned From 5 Years of Minimalism

The Beginning of  a Learning Curve

It all started with clothes. Oh boy, the clothes that 14-year-old Brenna chose to wear. Walking into Rue 21, determined to make all my fashion dreams come true, I‌ [un]wisely chose 3 pairs of brightly colored skinny jeans⁠—electric blue, shockingly emerald green, and maroon⁠—and cheaply made circle scarves and tops to match. This was it. This is how I would gain the “oohs” and “ahhs” and admiration of my fellow trendy Freshmen at Parowan High.

Eventually, the glamour wore off. Frustrated, I realized that rare shades of spunky green could only match with so many things. Dressing fashionably was more of a chore than I had ever wanted it to be, and somehow I still didn’t measure up to the girls around me. How would I‌ ever be comfortable with how I looked and achieve the effortless style I longed for?

Enter minimalism⁠—the worldwide movement touting the universal benefits of decluttering, downsizing, and “less is more.” Capsule wardrobes and black and white outfits seemed like the perfect solution to my personal style dilemma, and at age 15 I proudly declared myself to be a “minimalist.”

(If you are not familiar with the term “minimalism”, this article, and this article both give a good overview.)

I‌ began to devour every piece of minimalist literature and media I could find. I strategically began buying clothing that was guaranteed to pair well each day. I was ruthless as I decluttered my belongings and challenged myself to thrive with only the things that were necessary. Everything had to go. Frivolity and excess became enemies to my ideal of perfection.

At one point, I was successfully dressing myself for school each day with only 3 shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of shoes, and one jacket to my name. Decided pickiness and a limited budget didn’t allow for much more, but at that time it was all about the numbers. I was proud of myself for proving it was possible to “live with less.”

But minimalism isn't strictly about clothing. It's a way of life. Mistakenly, I began to pattern myself after the lifestyle I saw on other people’s blogs and YouTube channels, convincing myself that this was my best life. Minimalism changed a lot of things for me: how I‌ viewed my time, my dream [tiny] house I‌ would build in college (ha! not happening), constant dissatisfaction with the untidiness of any room that wasn’t mine, and even how I‌ lived the gospel. Clearing the excess left me feeling empty instead of whole.

It took a little while but I finally realized that I‌ don’t want the smallest home possible; I don’t want to grow all my food and live off the grid; I‌ don’t want to constantly obsess over having the “right” stuff. And white walls and furniture? Forget it! I’m gonna be a mama, after all.

What I Got Wrong

In the end, minimalism wasn’t the solution to all my problems. For a young girl who felt that having full control over every detail of her life would bring the peace she desired, maybe minimalism wasn’t the best thing. However, looking back I wouldn’t give up the lessons I‌ learned about the relationship between possessions and my individual worth. While there was certainly a time that I cut out too much in order to live the lifestyle I‌ thought would save me, I have now kept the best parts of that journey and found balance and joy in more fulfilling ways.

So what are the best parts of minimalism? A few years ago, I totally missed the mark on that score. “Minimalism is a tool to rid yourself of life’s excess in favor of focusing on what’s important—so you can find happiness, fulfillment, and freedom.” (theminimalists.com, emphasis added) I, however, was using this tool as a justification for striving for unattainable flawlessness.

While I recount my past misunderstandings concerning minimalism, my goal is to dissuade you from it’s vices, not it’s actual tenets. Younger Brenna was reading words between the lines that weren’t meant to be there in the first place.

In fact, nearly every minimalist influencer out there pleads that newbies to the movement avoid conforming to any one way of using minimalism, especially if it isn’t right for them.

According to Colleen Valles of No Side Bar, “the beauty of minimalism” is that “there are no standards.”

“Minimalism is not about following someone else’s rules or way of living as a minimalist,” offers Melissa of Simple Lionheart Life. “It’s about figuring out what is important to you and getting rid of everything that’s distracting you from the important stuff.”

As I made this mental shift from a sort of utopian/restrictive minimalism to a mindful/carefree minimalism, here’s a few lessons I picked up on:

Lesson 1: When you find out what is really important to you, you’ll actually want it, and have a clear path to get it.

In this busy, busy world there is so much to choose from. With all of these choices vying for our attention, decision fatigue eventually leads to self doubt and feelings of failure.

But do we really even want the things that we choose on a daily basis? Do we want to scroll through our Instagram for 6 hours a day? Do we want to impress people whose opinions don’t matter to us anyway? Do we want to avoid things that might challenge us just because it is safe and easy? No one, when making a list of their priorities in life, even thinks about these things. They don’t make the Top 100!

So ask yourself, “What do I really want? And what is stopping me from obtaining it?” When I talk about actually wanting something, that includes taking the necessary action to reach for it and then make it a reality. This is different than saying something is a priority, or knowing something should be important to us.

You don't really want it unless you act like you want it.

A powerful gift that we have been given from our God is our ability to choose. By realizing what you really want and don’t want for your life, daily decision-making won't necessarily become easier, but it will certainly be simpler.

In my own life, instead of wearing certain styles of clothes to fit in or measure up to someone else, I‌ wear them because I‌ want to. I dress modestly because I want to. I‌ wear my vintage mom jeans because I look dang good in them, and because I‌ want to.

Instead of counting how many objects I own in order to fit into some made up ideal, I‌ keep it to the necessities because I want to. I‌ want my stuff to be organized, so I organize it, not worrying about how unorganized other people’s stuff is (because people are more important than stuff).

Once I figured out what I‌ really wanted, my life truly became mine, not some miserable copy-cat existence. My biggest hope for you is to recognize just how much power you wield when you make the choice to choose what your life is going to be.

Lesson 2: You can’t have everything you want, but you can be content.

I know this seems counter-intuitive to "choose what you want in life." But hear me out.

I am a firm believer that when we decide to choose the important stuff, it invites those things into our lives like a magnet. But I also know that we can’t choose every situation, or heartache, or trial that becomes a part of our mortal journey.

I like to think that our freedom of choice falls into two categories: (1) the things we can control or influence, no questions asked, and (2) the things we can’t–in which case we still have full and complete control over our attitude, our outlook, our reaction, and how we cope with what is placed before us.

My decision to be a minimalist was born out of discontent. I‌ just wanted more, more, more, because I didn’t feel like I was enough. But today, I’m here to tell you, that whatever you do have–whether it’s less or more–you can be content, and even grateful, right where you are. You are enough, and all that surrounds you is enough.

Even after all my talk of action and knowing what you want, I know that sometimes there is no amount of action that can change what our reality is right now. Some of our desires only come to fruition after we’ve been reaching for a very long time.

Remember those two categories of choices? I‌ think that they can be separated by time as well. The first category, the things we can control, are all in the future, at some later date. And while we wait, we make the category two choices: our attitude, how we view our situation. Contentedness is “satisfaction with things as they are.”

Plainly stated, we will never be happy or fulfilled with what we have in the future if we don’t accept our current situation–the “right now.”

What I am trying to say is this: maybe you want x but you need y. You want a clean home, but you need less stuff. You want freedom, but you need to take charge of your choices. You want peace, but you need to make space for it by letting go of something first. You want to be productive, but you need to measure your success differently.

After you know what you want, being content in your day-to-day existence–with yourself, your situation, your stuff, and the people around you–is the best way to love the journey while you reach for your desires.

Lesson 3: Money matters, but not in the way the world tells you.

Long before minimalism, I‌ learned my most important lesson about money management from paying tithing. Giving 10-percent of my earnings to the Lord–as a act of faith and obedience–has always multiplied the other 90-percent.

Minimalism taught me how to more effectively use that 90-percent. It’s easy to think that we are free to spend money just because we have it. I have been shopping for about 5 out of 20 years that I've been alive, and every purchase that ended up not working out in the way that I expected–whether I‌ was expecting increased happiness, popularity, or some easy fix to a deeper problem–was a lesson about treating my money well.

When you treat your money with kindness, it will treat you kindly too. So be nice to your money. Think carefully before you use it. Save some of it to show that you appreciate it. Invest it in something for the future. Spend it on that which is good and wholesome–especially the things and the people you treasure. But in all of your budgeting, don’t be too stingy with it. Money will ebb and flow through your life. Treat yourself! Use it as a tool to improve your life and lives around you. The mistakes you make with money will always be lessons for the future. Money is forgiving when you try to mend your ways; all it takes is some time.

Livin’ the Slow Life

I‌ hope you realize how recently these lessons took full effect for me. It didn’t happen right at first, or even all at once.

Over time, I’ve come to distance myself from the world of minimalism. I‌ no longer pour over articles from minimalist bloggers. I‌ know enough, and it sits well with me. Still, minimalism has been a big part of my growth, and I can’t pretend like it never happened.

Now that I know myself and my stuff a little bit better, I’ve decided to call what I do “slow living.” With a quick internet search you will find that there is certainly a slow movement going on, with decades of history behind it, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm just doing what works for me (and borrowing the term). How I approach productivity, money, and how I spend my time is largely influenced by minimalism, but recently it’s become something all it's own. (Of course, I’ve always been influenced by the gospel of Jesus Christ.) Right now, I’m just focused on “embracing my pace.” And I can’t wait to tell you more about it.

Live valiant leigh,

Brenna

[Originally posted on September 3, 2019]

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Hello, i just found your page and was up til 5am reading all your jjba nsfw and omggg i fell in love with characters i never thought twice about, your work is to WRITHE for! im not sure if you take prompt requests so im sorry if im over stepping, but id love some gentle, but firm Bruno nsfw where he slowly woos you and then spends a very "eventful" night with you 🖤

Sorry for the wait, I had a ton of distractions while trying to write. Hope this is okay for you!

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Going to small, lesser known cafes wasn't really Bruno Buccellati's style, being the leader of a gang and all, but he came here for you.

Three months ago, he was on a small stake-out mission and wound up at the cafe you worked at. He had gotten a table a few booths down from the person he was following; you were his waitress. "Evening, my name is Y/N, could I get you a drink to start?" Bruno didn't look at you right away, his eyes still on the man a few feet away, but when he realized you were standing and talking next to him, he looked up at you; completely taken by your looks. After idle chit chat, he almost forgot about the man he was following. He paid his tab and gave you a quick thank you and goodbye and left.

Since then, Bruno had been coming to you whenever he could; even if it was just for a cup of coffee, he couldn't sit unless he ordered something.

"Bruno!" You greeted when he came through the door; he sat at the counter. "I'm glad to see you're back. Can I get you the usual?"

"Of course." A couple weeks ago, Bruno had told you that he was going on a "little vacation" and wouldn't be around for a while. He kept his profession a secret from you, for now anyways. Someday he would tell you what he really did. He smiled his sweet little smile to you when you handed him his cup. "So, you're glad to see me?"

You couldn't help but smirk, guess you walked into that one. Bruno always flirted with you whenever he came in, giving you compliments with flirtatious tones, resting his chin on his palm as he looked at you with half-lidded eyes. Sometimes he ordered food just for it to sit there untouched while he talked to you. "How was your trip?"

"It was... Interesting." Was all he said, not wanting to elaborate about his previous mission. He took a sip of the coffee you made him, god you knew just how to make it for him. "Listen, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner-

"Hey, waitress!" Shouted a man from a corner booth. He was a semi-regular at the cafe, but he was an incredibly rude man. "We're ready to order!"

Sighing, you excused yourself to tend to the loud man. Bruno turned to stare at his coffee cup.

"Forget it, Buccellati."

Bruno's head shot up and turned to the direction of the sound from where he heard his name. Just in the corner, was the cook, Geno, leaning against the wall next to the door to the kitchen. His eyes narrowed at him. "How do you-"

"Know your name? Ive got people on the inside too. You've been sniffing around here for months after Y/N and each time you've asked her out, she's always swerved you. Isn't it about time you gave up?"

Bruno stared back at the man. Yeah, he had asked you out a few times already, and each time you said you had something else planned. But that never stopped him. He was determined to get at least one date from you. He would have said something in retaliation, but you came back with the order you just took, handing it to the cook and looking very irritated.

"Geno, here is their order. They're the picky guys who come in every so often, can you just make sure they are satisfied with their food?"

"Of course." Geno gave one last look to Bruno before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Sorry about that, Bruno." You sighed, topping off his coffee, "You were saying something earlier?"

"Um... Yeah, a little bit. I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me."

You smiled bashfully. This was the fourth time Bruno had asked you if you wanted to do something with him, and each time, you said you had other plans. But you didn't. It's not like you didn't like Bruno, because you did, its was that you were too shy to say 'yes'. He had been charming you ever since that night he first showed up. Those deep, blue eyes entrapped you every time they locked with yours, making your heart thump so hard that you thought it would leap straight out of your chest. "Oh, Bruno..."

Bruno bowed his head, knowing that familiar tone you used. "You have plans. Right." His eyes went soft, glosing over with tears he refused to let fall. Maybe Geno was right. Maybe he should give up. He brought up his head slowly and saw Geno staring at him from the little opening where he would pass the servers their orders to carry out. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he placed the money for his coffee on the counter and got up. "Thank you, Y/N. I'll see you around." He made his way out the door.

Each time you did this, you felt bad. Bruno was obviously into you and you were into him. So why couldn't you say 'yes'?

"Y/N," Geno hollered. "Your order is up."

You didn't move; eyes still fixed on the door where Bruno left.

"Y/N! Your order is up! They're going to get rowdy soon if you don't-"

You ran around the counter and out the door, trying to catch up with Bruno. "Bruno!" You huffed when you finally caught up to him.

"Y/N? Whats the matter?"

"Y-Yes."

"Huh?"

"Dinner... I go to dinner with you."

The grin couldn't be contained. He didn't want to ask if you were sure, afraid you would changed your mind after you said it. "Wonderful!" He pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote on it. When he handed it to you, he let his fingers linger on yours. "See you then."

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Is this really the spot? You asked yourself. Sitting in your car, you looked at the piece of paper with the address Bruno had written down for you yesterday. You expected to meet him at a resturaunt, but here you are, parked in front of a house.

You had already been nervous about the date; almost deciding not to show up at all. But you steeled your nerves, dressing up in a cute skirt- not too short, but not too long either. Your shirt fit you just right. Your hair did up the way you wanted. You looked good. Standing at the door, you weren't sure if you should knock or ring the doorbell. Mentally slapping yourself, you rang the doorbell, sighing with relief when Bruno answered the door- you had the right place.

Bruno smiled widely when he saw you. "You made it. Come in." He moved out of the way so you could enter.

Shyly, you walked inside. His house was gorgeous and very well decorated. Your wandering eyes fell to the dining room table. It was set very romantically with a white table cloth, lit candles with wine and wine glasses in the middle. Bruno had went out of his way to set everything just perfect for you, you felt a little guilty for even thinking about skipping the date. "Bruno, this looks amazing."

Bruno was happy to hear that you liked it. "I thought it would be nice to have a quiet dinner together." He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. "You look wonderful." You blushed hard. His touch was so gentle. He guided you to the table and sat you down in a chair. A moment later, he brought you back a plate full of the food he prepared. "Thank you, Bruno. It looks delicious."

The evening was very pleasant. The two of you had a lovely time catching up from the last two weeks while he was gone. The food was great, he really knew how to cook.

You were having a really good time, then you noticed that Bruno was sitting next to you a little bit closer than he was earlier. His hand rested atop of yours, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. You could tell what he was feeling; you knew he had a crush on you for awhile. And you had one on him too, but you were just too shy to be as bold as him. "Bruno..."

"I'm sorry, cara," He started to pull his hand back. "I'm being too forward."

At the last second, you grabbed his hand before it left yours, lacing your fingers with his. "No, I'm sorry. I know how strongly you feel about me, and I feel the same way, I just don't know how to-"

Very softly, Bruno cut you off with a tender kiss; his breath hitting your lips, sending shivers through your body. Once you processed what was happening, you quickly melted into the kiss, giving your own back. Bruno's free hand slid onto your thigh, rubbing the hem of your skirt between his fingers. That caused you to form a knot in your waist.

Your mind started to cloud. Was it the wine or Bruno's intoxicating kisses that was causing this feeling? Probably a mixture of both. His hand dared to slide up farther, brushing against your panties, making your breath hitch. Soon, he moved them to the side and shoved a single finger between your increasingly wet folds.

Bruno started with a slow rub over your clit, making you grab the seat of your chair, moaning at the pleasure you were being given. "O-Oh..." His hand pulled away, making you whimper with disappointment. "No, Bruno... Dont stop."

His kisses moved to your neck; his tongue running over your skin in small licks. "I don't plan on stopping, amore." He stood, pulling you up with him and cleared a part of the table, laying you on top of it. He leaned over you, running his hands up and down your sides as he kissed you deeply. Your hips arched into him, grinding against his thigh that he placed between your legs.

Unbuttoning his shirt, you discarded it but left the lace he wore underneath it-he was pretty hot in that thing. He removed your shirt as well, unhooking your bra and throwing it across the room. He took a moment to look at you before he latched onto a nipple, softly running his tongue around it.

Next was the pants. Your hands reached down, unzipping them and freeing his ridiculously hard cock. Bruno straighten up and pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, pulling down your skirt and panties and wrapped your legs around his waist, lining up with your entrance. He scanned your face, looking for any indication to halt his actions, but found none.

Slowly, and gently, he slid inside; your walls adjusting to his member. You could feel the care he had for you with each inch you took; he didn't want to hurt you in anyway. Once all of him was in, he gave you a moment before starting a rhythm, pulling out slowly and then back inside. "Are you alright, my love?"

"Y-Yes..." You huffed, wanting more as the knot in your waist grew tighter. "B-Bruno... Faster..."

His hands gripped your bottom, lifting you up to penetrate you at a better angle. He started thrusting faster...faster...faster...

The table shook with your movements as he pounded into you harder. The plates and glasses eventually made their way off of the surface, smashing into the floor. Bruno didn't care, he could always get more. Right now, all he wanted was you.

Leaning back down over you, he breathed into your ear as he continued to fuck you. "I'm so close, tesoro."

"Me too. Ah... Ah...keep...go-ing...!"

You couldn't help but let out a pleasurable scream as your orgasm waved over you. Bruno pushed into your pussy and chased your orgasm with his, filling you right up with his seed.

Coming down from your highs, Bruno's face hovered over yours, pushing sweat soaked hair from your face with his hand. He didn't really have any words, but smiled when you smiled at him. Cute little kisses where shared as he pulled out of you, using a napkin to help clean you up.

Standing in the middle of his dining room, naked, he pulled you into him and embraced you. "I'm so happy when I'm around you, Y/N. And what we just did..." He was in heaven.

Playing with the lace sticking to his skin, you felt the same as him. "I-It doesn't have to end here, does it?"

Bruno looked down at you, eyes softly staring into yours. "If you don't want it to. We can keep going for as long as you wish."

Another shot of excitement ran through your veins. You were definitely interested in spending the night with Bruno. He took your hand and brought you to his room.

This was where the night would really take off...

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I’m Holding On (9 of 12)

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three)

Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OFC Rinda Parks

Word Count: 1,574

Rating: M for Mature Language

Author’s Note: Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this.

Ear Wig/Inspiration: “Broken” by Lifehouse 

Summary: Bastien, Rinda, and Henry grab dinner downtown, but Rinda has to work through some of her emotional hang-ups.

Rinda got a message from Bastien a few hours later. Rinda, I was going to get dinner in a bit. Would you and Henry like to join me?

That sounds great. What do you have in mind?

There’s a popular restaurant downtown that most people like.

“Is the staff is amazing and always willing to go the extra mile?” Seriously sounds like you’re reading a Yelp review. Or do you like it too?

Never been.

Want to go there and try something new or take us to one of your favorite places?

If I don’t eat at the palace I usually go downtown and grab street food. Sorry, not helpful.

Actually, sounds perfect. If you have time, can we walk around a little bit too or too touristy for you?

Sure. Come by your room in a half hour?

Perfect. See you then.

. . . . .

Mara was watching Bastien smile as he typed away. “So, are you all going to that restaurant?”

Bastien blushed when he looked up. “No, we’re actually going to go downtown to grab some street food. But thank you for the recommendation. I guess I don’t get out very much anymore.”

Mara had an amused look on her face. “You’re very welcome.”

. . . . .

Rinda threw on a basic sundress and sandals. Her hair was down, but she had a hair tie on her wrist to pull it back when it annoyed her, and she grabbed a zippered hoodie in case it got cold. Casual and comfortable—her idea of a perfect evening. Easy enough. Now it was time for the challenge. She needed to convince Henry that he needed to put on clean clothes.

Bastien opened the car door for Rinda, giving Henry a grin as he purposely blocked him out of the way. When they were settled in Rinda turned to Bastien. “So Bastien, this is a very serious question in my world. What’s your stance on sharing food and double dipping?”

Henry was laughing. “Yeah, mom is gross and double dips. She said she fell in love with dad when he told her that he was okay with double dipping.”

Bastien raised an eyebrow and looked over to Rinda and Henry. “Hmm. Sounds romantic.”

Rinda was staring out the window. “Yeah, I guess we were the romantic power couple of the century.” But she was smiling when she finally turned back to Henry and Bastien. “So if we all get something different, can we share? Or doesn’t Joey share food? And no pressure, but all of my best friends are okay with double dipping.”

“I’m fine with sharing food if we all agree ahead of time. Like tonight. But just don’t order a garden salad and then eat my food!”

Rinda laughed that he knew the Friends reference. “What about ordering a sharing buffer? You know, like fries.”

Bastien was suddenly serious. “Rinda, if you need to order your own side of fries, please do. But I order my own food, and I expect the people that I’m with will order their own food.” Rinda looked a little shocked, but she nodded. Okay, eating with Bastien wasn’t like eating with her friends. Or Jameson. And he didn’t answer her question about double dipping, so that was an obvious no. Even though Rinda was joking around, she made a mental note to keep it formal if it was the two of them ordering food. Bastien saw that he surprised Rinda, but she was already teasing him again. “Good to know, Joey. But you better not eat my dessert.”

. . . . .

They walked around for awhile and the downtown atmosphere was electric. Rinda needed to just stop for a moment and take it all in. The overlapping sounds of people speaking in Greek and English, the dizzying bright lights, and the enticing smell of so much food. It was a warm night, and a cool breeze caressed her bare skin sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. It was one of those moments in life when it feels amazing just to be alive. Even in a world without Jameson.

“Rinda, do you know what you’d like to eat?”

She slowly shook her head, not ready to step back into the place where knew she was keeping Bastien waiting. But he was. And so was Henry. And he expected people to order their own food. Shit I wish Jameson were here. He understood my crazy. Rinda was crashing back to reality, too focused on holding back tears to even form a coherent sentence. “Um, no. Seriously, you can choose. Please help because I’m overwhelmed with all of the options. Nothing too spicy, please. But otherwise, what do you recommend? And I really would like to try a taste of what you get, but just for tonight. Because there’s so much to try and I might never be back here again. Henry, you have to eat something that isn’t just a hot dog or mac n cheese type thing, okay?” Bastien looked at Rinda with concern. She’s rambling. What’s wrong?

Rinda saved a table while Bastien and Henry went off to get the food.

“So Henry, do you think it’s a good idea that your mom trusts us to order?”

Bastien was joking, but Henry was serious. “Oh, absolutely. When there’s a lot of choices and a lot of things to take in” Henry did the ‘mind blown’ fingers exploding like Rinda did the other day. “Just find her something with seafood or vegetables that isn’t too spicy and she’ll be happy. When we go to a restaurant she won’t talk to anyone until she’s decided what she wants to order because otherwise she gets too distracted and forgets to look. Or there’s lot of times she’ll tell the server two options and to just surprise her with one, because she honestly can’t decide. She’s derpy that way.” Henry started laughing. “She’s a total Taco Bell spaz too. Like, we don’t go there anymore because mom likes ‘real’ Mexican food. But she can’t handle spicy food so, whatever mom. But anyways, dad would always have to order. Even if she was driving, I remember they’d always laugh when he’d lean over her to order because she’s so Taco Bell hopeless.” Suddenly Henry bent over, laughing hysterically and trying to tell a story between gasps. “One time dad ordered, and he said that they’d like their food to go.” Henry was just like Rinda. He sometimes laughed so hard that he couldn’t even speak.  “We were. In the car. Drive thru. Food to go! Mom said ‘No shit, Sherlock. You think?’ to dad . . . it was hilarious. Even the Taco Bell guy was laughing. Mom never let dad live that one down.”

Bastien stared at Henry, more pieces of the Rinda puzzle clicking into place. When Henry was finally able to stop laughing Bastien tousled Henry’s hair, like Rinda often did. “Yes, I can totally picture your mom doing that, Henry. That sounds like a good memory.”

. . . . .

They came back balancing three plates and some drinks.  By that time Rinda had composed herself and was back in the moment, people watching and enjoying herself as she took everything in. She smiled when she saw them. “Thank you! This looks great! So what do we have going on here?”

“We got something with shrimp and vegetables for you, mom.” Rinda tousled Henry’s hair. “You did good work, my son.” Then she gently caressed his cheek for a moment and spoke softly just to him, but Bastien could still hear her. “You always take good care of me. I know Dadders is happy about that and proud of you. Thank you, Knuddelbär.”

Bastien watched Henry and Rinda. It was obvious this was a more relaxed meal for them, so there was absolutely no table etiquette. They were joking around, trying to steal food from each other’s plates, then pretending to feed each other and quickly pulling the fork back to eat it themselves. Henry would purposely dig through Rinda’s food trying to steal all of the shrimp. Then he would take the tiniest piece of food from his plate to share with her. Rinda turned to Bastien. “Good call not sharing food with us. Henry is awful. Hey, stop taking my shrimp. Seriously, genug piggers!” She purposely turned away from Henry to guard her food while she ate, but Rinda was laughing as she kept trying to push Henry away when he tried to reach over her shoulder.

Bastien was a part of their conversation, but he could tell that he wasn’t a part of their meal. And he thought about how relaxed Rinda was when she was with Laura or with her neighbors. It wasn’t just about food for Rinda—it was camaraderie and sharing. Bastien thought about his own meals, after Jackson Walker died. He wasn’t a picky eater. Food was food, and he had been in situations where he was forced to eat things otherwise inedible just to stay alive. However, he was usually able to eat excellent food at the palace and other places he went with the King. But he also ate alone a lot or he worked while he ate. He rarely took the time anymore to enjoy sharing a meal, like tonight.

Like Rinda and Henry are doing. But I’m not.

#bastien lykel #choices trr #ofc rinda parks #a mother's love series

[mojaveimpulses-archived]

Fallout OC Questionnaire

Taken from: @codename-whisper

Some questions have been omitted for preference / personal reasons. Located under cut.

1. Which Fallout game are they from?       New Vegas // Originally from Four, changed due to preference and ease of access.

2. Which factions did they join and which did they destroy? Why?       If he had to pick, he would be independent. Definitely up for destroying the Legion, although despite his dislike and suspicion of the NCR he wouldn't act so readily to get rid of them. The Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood isn't prevelant enough for him to really care, though he is slightly intimidated by their armor and guns.

3. What is their S.P.E.C.I.A.L.?       Check here

4. Give us a summary of their backstory.       He was born in Freeside in 2264. His father, Michael, is retired from the NCR MP, and his mother, Heather, used to work in The Strip at Gamorrah. When he was six years old, Heather left Freeside and never returned. Archie never found out where she went to, though outside of his knowledge she had hitched a Caravan to the Commonwealth, and then eventually made her way to Maine. He spent most of his time outside of his house in Freeside with a boy named Castor and Castor's sister, Neta. When Archie was at home, he was the sole recipient of verbal, physical and mental abuse. When he turned fifteen, he fled Freeside. He's been wandering for two years, and has yet to settle into a new living situation. He takes whatever jobs he can find to make at least some Caps.

5. What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em?       Archie: Diminutive of Archibald. This name is borne by Archie Andrews, an American comic-book character created in 1941.       Archibald: Derived from the Germanic elements ercan "genuine" and bald "bold". The first element was altered due to the influence of Greek names beginning with the element αρχος (archos) meaning "master". The Normans brought this name to England. It first became common in Scotland in the Middle Ages.       King: From a nickname which derives from the English word king, ultimately from Old English cyning.       Bancroft: From any of the various places of this name, derived from Old English bean meaning "bean" and croft meaning "small enclosed field".       He chose the name 'Archie' for himself while looking through Pre-War books, and no one after his escape from Freeside would or will know his birthname but himself. He doesn't really have any nicknames specific to him.

6. What’s their sexual, romantic, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people?       Note: I don't believe that romantic attraction is different from sexual attraction. Archie is a gay trans male, and uses he / him pronouns. The only thing that would bar him from 'passing' on the outside would be his voice, which definitely could be worked on. Other than that, it would actually surprie him if someone saw him as a girl.

7. Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope?       Bipolar Disorder Type II, Major Depressive Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Autism Spectrum Disorder. He also suffers from constant nightmares. He's never really had any great coping mechanisms. Archie's constant manic episodes tended to lead him to do dangerous things and as a result sustain numerous injuries. Certain sounds are genuinely painful for him to listen to, such as the sound of chewing and even sometimes laughing. CPTSD has led to a mild fear of physical contact, sometimes turning severe depending on his current state. He just tries to get through each day and hope he doesn't tear someone's head off for something.

8. Do they have any medical conditions? Is medicine / treatment available for them?       He has pigeon-toe syndrome, which causes his kneecaps to be slightly misaligned. It isn't a big enough problem for him to be constantly bothered, but he has trouble standing and walking for long periods of time. It affects both of his knees, but primarily the left knee. There's not much he knows of that can fix that. He used to have glasses for his bad eyesight, but they were broken when he left Freeside. He can't wear any other pair that he's found so far without getting migraines. Suffers from an intolerance to eggs and dairy, although he doesn't encounter either of these often enough for it to be a problem. If he ingests too much of either, however, it causes his asthma to flare up.

9. How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe?       He tries to keep his hair shorter than his ears, although that never really works out. That's probably the only thing he really cares about. Archie tries to clean himself as often as he can, although he tends to forget half the time.

10. What do they fear the most?       A lot, but mainly his dad. Especially being returned to his dad, because he has no idea what would happen after running off for two years.

11. Their biggest flaw? Do they recognize it as a flaw?       Archie's biggest flaw is his timidity and his naivety. He's scared of everything, and yet he puts too much trust into people he just met. He doesn't realize this, however. He's also too stubborn for his own good.

12. What is their biggest insecurity?       Not being able to tell people 'no', and being somewhat of a doormat.

13. What Wasteland threat do they fear the most?       Check here

14. What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most? What are their placements?       Aries sun, Capricorn moon.

15. What’s their Myers–Briggs Type?       INFP.

16. What Harry Potter house would they be in?       Check here

17. Which Pokemon GO team would they choose?       Check here

18. Out of the nine forms of intelligence (rhythmic, spatial, linguistic, mathematical, kinesthetic, interpersonal, intrapersonal, naturalistic, and existential) which one(s) are they really good at and which one(s) is(are) their weakest?       His strongest intelligences are musical / rhythmic and naturalist, while his weakest are interpersonal, bodily-kinesthetic and mathematical.

19. What natural alignment are they?       Archie has been described as both Chaotic Neutral and Chaotic Good, so either one works.

20. Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it?       There aren’t many holidays in the Wasteland, but he’d probably enjoy Christmas and any big candy-related holidays [ Halloween, Valentine’s Day and Easter ] if they were still around.

21. What’s their favorite season?       Despite the heat, he really likes spring and summer. It’s a lot sunnier and he prefers the sun to clouds.

22. Do they have a temper or are they level-headed?       Check here.

23. Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?       He tends to spill his emotions pretty freely without realizing it.

24. Are they a leader or a follower?       Follower

26. Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any?       Lore-wise, he doesn't travel with anyone. In-game, however, his current companions are Vulpes, Veronica and Boone. Planned companion setup is Arcade, Boone and Benny.

27. Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence?       He tries to solve things peacefully, unless he knows he'll have to end up fighting sooner or later.

28. What is their combat style? What range do they prefer? Do they sneak?       Melee, close-combat. He's horrible at sneaking, and prefers to just dart behind things and hope no one saw him.

29. What weapon do they always carry with them?       A machete, a straight razor and a shovel.

30. How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun?       He couldn't shoot a can a foot in front of him to save his life.

31. What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive? Does it take a toll on them? Or do they shake it off rather easily?       He knows it has to happen sometimes, but he tries to get by as much as he can without having to kill things. Depending on the type of person he's killed however, it might make him more than a little uncomfortable.

32. Thoughts on death if any?       Absolutely terrified of it.

33. Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home?       He wishes he could find somewhere to settle, but for now he moves whenever he feels he needs to.

34. Their opinions on ghouls, feral and not feral?       Archie thinks non-feral ghouls are cool, although he's a little unsure around them sometimes. Ferals, however, scare the fuck out of him.

35. Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them?       He either scavenges or steals.

36. Are they the type to get distracted and go off to an unknown nearby location or do they stay on track?       He gets distracted way to easily for his own good.

37. How do they sleep? Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere?       Check here.

38. What’s their favorite radio station and song?       Radio New Vegas and Blue Moon by Frank Sinatra. Songs that he enjoys that aren't present in the canon game files are also Five Card Stud by Lorne Greene, No Tears Milday and Running Gun by Marty Robbins, Rockin' Robin by Bobby Day and Come on Let's Go by Ritchie Valens.

39. What’s their favorite post-apocalyptic food? Are they a picky eater? Do they know how to cook?       He's an incredibly picky eater. Archie does like Brahmin steaks, however. He doesn't know how to cool incredibly well, but he can at least tell when something's raw versus cooked fully.

40. What’s their favorite beverage? Do they drink alcohol?       Just purified water. Nuka Cola feels like sludge in his throat and it makes him want to vomit. He tried alcohol once but regretted it; said it felt like his chest had been set on fire.

41. Do they have any tag skills?       Melee, Speech and Survival.

42. Are they good at disarming traps or do they constantly miss them?       It's a miracle he hasn't taken off a leg or an arm yet.

#about ; #ooc ;

[cherchezlafemme]

this is a thing for my courier elizabeth. i love her. ignore this if u want also.

Which Fallout game are they from? fnv

Which faction(s) did they join and which did they destroy? Why? she is independent vegas because she’s anarchist and tired. she didn’t destroy any other factions except doing her best to scare the legion away from the Mojave.

What is their S.P.E.C.I.A.L.? s - 10 p - 3 e - 8 c - 4 i - 2 a - 2 l - 10

Give us a summary of their backstory. grew up in a small town in arizona, her mom was a doctor and her dad was a mechanic and she learned a lot of things from them, but actually became a doctor in her late teens. she realized she was gay when she was pretty young, like 12, and then panicked and got engaged to the first man she knew. they were going to get married when she was 26. she didn’t want to do that and told her fiance she was gay and he was like, “oh worm cool. i’ll help you get out of here” and he helped her escape the town. also they were homophobic (i had some fears about my own parents being homophobic when i created eli) so. yeah. then she became a courier! the end.

What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em? her full name was Originally: genevieve elizabeth fredrickson-carter, then i changed to to Rosalina Elizabeth Fredrickson-Cruz because she’s Mexican. i asked my friend (who is also mexican) what a cool name was and she said rosalina, and i chose cruz because that’s my friend’s mom’s first name. yeah!

What’s their sexual, romantic, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people? big femme lesbian, demigirl. she’s fine telling people.

Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope? she’s autistic and has anxiety. she doesn’t cope well.

Do they have any medical conditions? Is medicine/ treatment available for them? she’s got some brain damage from getting focking shot in the head, she has very bad memory and can only speak in short sentences. there’s not? a treatment? except for what doc mitchell did for her i guess!

How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe? she doesn’t care about her outter appearance at all really. she only really brushes her hair to get dust out of it lol. though she bathes almost every day, and can’t stand feeling dirty.

What do they fear the most? ovens, the dark, bugs

They’re biggest flaw? Do they recognize it as a flaw? she’s somewhat of a scaredy-cat, she knows she’s useless when she’s like Really Scared and feels bad about it all the time.

What are they most insecure about? her fear of the dark

What Wasteland threat do they fear the most? (ex. Deathclaws, super mutants, raiders) CAZADORS

What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most? What are their placements (if you know them)? (ex. Aries sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius Venus) she’s a virgo. zodiac means nothing imo.

What’s their Myers–Briggs Type? (ex. ENTP, ISFJ) ESFP

What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil) chaotic good

Do they have any hobbies? What are they? gardening!

Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it? christmas, she celebrates it by making tamales with her companions, and gives out gifts!

What’s their favorite season? spring

Do they have a temper or are they level headed? she’s level headed

Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings? she doesn’t really express emotions (autism baybey) but the ones she does feel, she lets them flow.

Are they a leader or a follower? leader

How do they come off to others? What first impression do they usually make? kinda weird, earnest, like she’s in a hurry to get somewhere

Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any? with company, she likes all of the companions, but especially cass because. they’re married lol.

Would you describe them as selfless or selfish? Does it depend on the situation? selfless, and it depends on how tired she is dfngkdjfbg

What do they find most attractive in others? Name at least one psychological and physical trait. (doesn’t have to be romantic attraction) she loves women who have large hands, brown eyes, and are patient. platonically she likes people who laugh at her bad jokes, even in pity.

Do they flirt often? How easily do they fall in love? no, and she’s a lesbian so she falls in love like every 4 days, until she married cass lol.

What’s their love life like? Are they interested in anyone or in a relationship? she’s happily married to cass!

Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence? diplomatically, tries to not use violence whenever she can.

What is their combat style? What range do they prefer? Do they sneak? she likes rifles the most. she tries to reason with whoever is attacking her first, then when that doesn’t work, she shoots to maim but not kill.

What weapon(s) do they always carry with them? a 9mm pistol with a flower engraved on the side. and whatever rifles she can scrap together.

Their most prized possession? the. 9mm gun thing.

Their thoughts on power armor? it’s fine. noisy.

Favorite armor/ outfit? a plain grey tank top, brown breastplate that only covers the top part of her chest. brown vest. a plain brown belt, jeans, and brown boots. sometimes she wears a flower in her hair when she wants to be more feminine. a brown cowboy hat when she’s not wearing a flower.

How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun? she’s not great at aiming but she does have a steady hand

What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive? Does it take a toll on them? Or do they shake it off rather easily? she doesn’t like to think about it, she does care sometimes. she thinks it’s necessary to kill to be able to survive, and only tries to kill people who would do more harm than good.

Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it) she doesn’t fear it, and has kind of accepted it since she Technically already died. she doesn’t want to die again though lmao.

Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home? she likes to stay in one place, in case she gets distracted to forgets to do what she promised. she likes to be familiar with where she is.

What’s their favorite location? freeside. she likes to help out where she can.

Their opinions on ghouls, feral and not feral? she like non-feral ghouls, and she tries not to hurt the feral ones as much as she can. she knows they used to be people and does her best not to kill them.

Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them? she scavenges. she likes to pick up Everything she can get her hands on, knowing she can get at least one cap for everything, or she can break it down into materials to make something else!

Are they the type to get distracted and go off to an unknown nearby location or do they stay on track? yes, she’s easily distracted, if something catches her eye she’s zipping off in that direction.

How do they sleep? Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere? she sleeps curled up on her side, usually clinging to a companion or a teddy bear. she can sleep anywhere; on the ground, on a bed, on some rocks. she also falls asleep super fast!

What’s their favorite radio station and song? (post-apocalypse) she Loves radio new vegas, her favorite song is heartaches by the number! it reminds her of cass lol

What’s their favorite post-apocalyptic food? Are they a picky eater? Do they know how to cook? she likes to eat raw fruit and veggies, and she’s super picky. she doesn’t know how to cook at all.

What’s their favorite beverage? Do they drink alcohol? her favorite beverage is sunset sasparilla and she only drinks wine when she feels Fancy.

Do they have any tag skills? medicine, guns, and survival

Anything they like to collect? (ex. Unique weapons, Bobbleheads) she likes to collect snow globes, stuffed animals (like teddy bears), and soft blankets

Are they good at disarming traps or do they constantly miss them? she’s so bad at disarming them, she usually has to run for cover when she accidentally sets off a mine and dramatically jumps away. it’s amusing

#personal #long post #/ #// #/// #fallout #ask to tag

[thedang25]

Naekusaba for the otp questions !

Since you didn’t specify a number I’ll just do all of them

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Neither, they won’t let each other, but they still spend plenty on each other

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Makoto usually, Mukuro on a bad day or when her insecurity gets the best of her

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Mukuro is used to being on her own so she sometimes forgets to get fully dressed, poor Makoto gets so flustered by it (at first)

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Makoto and then Mukuro, she’s used to late nights and little sleep

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Mukuro, living off of rations for so long doesn’t nurture your cooking skills, Makoto’s cookies aren’t great but they’re made with love

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Makoto and Muku

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Mukuro, especially the hoodie

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Makoto’s luck often strikes while running errands

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

Muku drives, Makoto gives directions and tries not to yell at his phone

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Neither

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Makoto just watches his girl being badass, she’s so cool

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

neither 

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Makoto, always wants Mukuro to know that she’s loved

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

neither, although some people call Mukuro by Makoto’s last name sometimes

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Makoto and Mukuro, she’s gotta protect her man

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Makoto

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Neither

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

Makoto because Muku would be too nervous and insecure

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

Very good, although Muku would be a tad overprotective 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

neither on the second one

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

No one makes the mistake of bullying Makoto twice, Muku makes sure of that

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Makoto makes the occasional bad pun, Mukuro just thinks it’s adorable

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Makoto

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Mukuro~, she loves it, especially when Makoto falls asleep on her

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Makoto has to cheer on his girl

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Neither, Mukuro’s too distracted by Makoto and Makoto doesn’t want to wake her up

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

Both, but neither would be good at it

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Mukuro’s wolf did scare Makoto a bit at first

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Mukuro

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

Maybe America or Europe, they aren’t too picky as long as they get to be together, and Makoto takes a lot of pictures of them on beaches, seeing the sights

#dangan ronpa #mukuro ikusaba #makoto naegi #naekusaba #otp

[themurphyzone]

Secret Santa Ch 6

Sorry about the wait! I went home for Thanksgiving and we just got the Internet back!

So yeah tons of cuteness in the last chapter. Headcanon that Bradley is totally a cat lover! Also Pepper’s original name was Ashley but then I thought Bradley already had a name that ends with -ley and it looked too similar. Besides, salt and pepper go together!

Ch 6- Bradley

“You’re picky, aren’t you?” Bradley asked. Pepper mewed and turned her nose up at the white cat bed Bradley pointed out. “Do you want a darker color?”

Pepper batted at the air in front of her.

“This one’s too big,” Bradley said, kneeling to look at the items on the bottom row. “And this one’s expensive.”

He set Pepper down so he could look at the price tag of a brown, circular bed. The fleece was soft and fluffy, and had room to spare as Pepper grew up.

“What about this one?” he asked, his heart sinking when he realized Pepper hadn’t answered like she normally did. “Pepper?”

It hadn’t been a week and he’d already lost track of his kitten. She couldn’t possibly get into trouble. No, there was no way she could waltz out the door and get chased by stray dogs or hit by a car or be buried in a landslide-

Bradley inhaled deeply, though it didn’t help calm his heart at all. He walked through the aisle twice, but there was no sign of a dark gray kitten anywhere.

“Bradley!” An all-too familiar voice shouted. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

The last thing he needed with this disaster of epic proportions was the epitome of catastrophe himself.

“Milo,” Bradley said flatly. “Go away. Weekends are my breaks.”

“Well, I can’t leave Diogee behind!” Milo cheerfully waved to Diogee, who was behind a large enclosure with a group of five other dogs. Diogee barked at the acknowledgement. “Also, Melissa’s the assistant teacher!”

“Assistant teacher for what?” Bradley asked.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Milo asked. “Diogee teaches ACL. American Canine Language for short. This pet store lets them use the space on Saturdays at noon. It’s really nice of them to do that.”

Melissa put a fluffy Pomeranian down, opening the door a crack so she could join the conversation but not let the dogs out. “Between you and me, I have no idea what they’re saying. I’m just here to pet some pooches,” she whispered to Bradley.

Bradley pulled away, quickly turning his back on Milo so he didn’t see his cheeks heat up. Of course he’d been thinking about Melissa’s gift, but he only thought about it during school since Pepper wasn’t distracting him. Not that all distractions were bad of course. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go find Pepper.”

“Did you lose her?” Milo asked. “I can help you look. It’s no trouble. Maybe I can get Diogee to sniff her out for you.”

“Yes, I lost her,” Bradley snapped. “And keep your mutt away.”

No amount of telling Milo to keep out of his business was working, so Bradley had no choice but to let Milo follow behind him. In that timespan, three shopping carts overturned and a large bag of dog food split open, the entire back half of the store now filled with the sounds of crunching kibble and barking dogs.

They checked the bird aisle, the toy section, the aquarium decorations, and the grooming services, but they still couldn’t spot Pepper anywhere.

“It’s hopeless,” Bradley muttered. “We’ll never find her.”

“Don’t give up!” Milo said. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Bradley scoffed, folding his arms. “And how do you know?”

“Because she’s right next to your head,” Milo replied. “Hi, Pepper! You had us all worried!”

Bradley whipped around, but before he could scoop Pepper up, she turned tail and settled into a black cat bed, curling in on herself and yawning.

“I can’t believe she was napping the entire time,” Bradley said, taking the cat bed off the shelf. “I’m not hanging around longer than I need to. I only came in here to buy her bed.”

Milo nodded. “See you on Monday then! Bye, Pepper!”

“Keep your voice down! She’s asleep!”

Pepper adjusted to his house quickly, so he was able to focus his attention on his gift to Melissa.

She was intelligent, but often forgetful. Bradley had seen her weak throwing arm, so sports equipment was ruled out.

Safety equipment? She was almost always in the splatter zone.

But Melissa never hesitated in telling people off when she thought they were being too paranoid around Milo. In Bradley’s opinion, there was little paranoia in fearing for his life when ‘anything that can go wrong’ did not exclude dying.

He liked to think he had good self-preservation instincts, a skill which many kids at Jefferson County Middle School sorely lacked.

Maybe a second opinion wouldn’t hurt. Girls were complicated after all.

Bradley deliberately hung back while the other kids crossed the street to get to the bus stop. Since there were currently only four functioning buses due to circus elephants stampeding through the parking lot at the main district office, the buses wouldn’t come around for another fifteen minutes.

That was plenty of time to chat.

“Elliot, I have a question for you,” Bradley said.

Elliot was still shaking his fist at Milo. “And if I even see you trying to cover your arm with any bracelet that’s on my prohibited list, you’ll be sorry!”

Bradley rolled his eyes. “Do I want to know why you have a prohibited list for bracelets?”

“Not just for bracelets. Also includes any other pieces of jewelry that can potentially get caught on water heaters, streetlamps, or luggage carts,” Elliot replied. “Always good to help educate a student on safety protocol.”

“No, that was a question formulated out of disbelief,” Bradley sighed. “Say, hypothetically, there was a pretty girl at school and a Secret Santa exchange is coming up in less than a month. What would you get her?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Elliot said. “Matching safety vests! That way you can walk home at night and the color is bright enough so people can see you! Except make sure the girl in question isn’t also a regionally acclaimed skateboarder. Wendy didn’t like it that much when I gave tickets to all the other skateboarders at the state competition for violating basic safety principles. It totally wasn’t my fault. They deserved those citations for not completely wearing a protective bubble wrap layer while skateboarding along the half-pipe like any sane person would.”

Bradley wouldn’t be caught dead in one of Elliot’s overly saturated safety vests.

He walked to the bus stop with nine minutes to spare. “Thanks for nothing. I have no idea what I was thinking asking him for help,” he muttered.

“Why don’t you ask Milo?” Mort suggested. “He hangs out with Melissa all the time. He’ll probably know a lot of things that she likes.”

Bradley tapped his pencil in irritation and tried to focus on the assignment in front of him. “I am not asking the Boy Blunder for help. I’m not that desperate.”

Mort raised an eyebrow. “You say you aren’t desperate. But your aura is a deep purple like you’re afraid of what will happen in the near future should you fail to procure a suitable present.”

“Don’t try to read my thoughts,” Bradley snapped. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“And there’s a hint of green mixed in there too. Usually it stands for disgust,” Mort said.

Bradley shrugged. “In my defense, they were serving meatloaf for lunch.”

He was not going to regret this. He was not going to watch what little dreams he had crash and burn before they even got off the ground.

“I need help,” he said.

He fought the urge to scream, run, and live like a hermit for the rest of his life. Getting Melissa a present took precedence over his disdain for Milo. It was a constant internal struggle.

Milo gasped, a sickeningly bright smile taking over his face. “Sure! I’d love to help! I don’t know what you might need it for, but consider it accepted anyway!”

As he stood up in excitement, the open water bottle on his desk tipped over, spilling liquid all over the nearby electrical cords. The cords sparked and they quickly moved away from the small fire that sprung up.

He was definitely starting to regret this decision.

Looking around to make sure Melissa wasn’t in the vicinity, Bradley beckoned Milo closer, though he made sure there was an arm’s length between them. “What does Melissa like?”

“Lots of things!” Milo exclaimed. Apparently he never learned volume control, Bradley thought. “Good grades, friends, Diogee, music, risk-taking, bets, and puppies. I’m guessing puppies are kinda out of your budget though.”  

As much as he wanted to disregard Milo, he had good ideas sometimes.

Only sometimes.

“Maybe not every kind of puppy,” Bradley said. “Does she like stuffed animals?”

Milo nodded. “She doesn’t really buy them herself. They’re usually gifts. And you can tell which ones were from me, because there’s always a leg or eye lost between the time I buy them and when she receives them. One time I knocked over the shelf where she displays them and now she has caution tape around the perimeter.”

“That’s all I need to know,” Bradley said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be.”

“Where?” Milo asked.

A perfume cloud suddenly enveloped the classroom from a girl’s spilled bottle, causing the people in the back to cough as their senses were overwhelmed.

“Anywhere that doesn’t have an ocean mist scented perfume cloud,” Bradley replied, gathering his things and leaving the class so he didn’t get stuck with the scent all over his clothes. “And don’t think for one minute that asking for your help is going to be a regular occurrence.”

He found himself in the stuffed animal section of a toy store, looking through all the plush dogs on the shelves. They had just about every breed of canine imaginable, and Bradley belatedly realized he didn’t ask Milo about the breeds Melissa liked.

He tried to picture Diogee in his mind, though he had no idea what kind of dog he was. He appeared to be a corgi or dachshund though. It was probably the stubby legs.

After some debate, he picked a small Shiba Inu plushie complete with Santa hat. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but he hoped Melissa would find it cute anyway.

He was sure the plushie could never be as adorable as Pepper though.

[exorcistcupid]

Can I request fluffy headcanons for the main four, Link + Bak if they went on a date or are spending time with their s/o in between missions :) (Hope you're doing well today 💜)

(I’m doing well, dear, thank you! I hope you are fairing well, too! And bless you for requesting Link and Bak as well; they need love, too. Though I typically only take four characters per request, I’ll just make shorter headcanons to accommodate six.)

Allen enjoys all types of dates! He is not a picky man, and usually lets you decide what you guys do.

Though some people hate that so just tell him if you want him to plan the date, he’ll do it without complaint.

His favorite though is going out to new restaurants to try new foods. Being stuck with a literal Parasite on his arm, he has to eat a lot, and he wants to expand his palate.

He also likes dates that go to fun places; carnivals, amusement parks, etc.

Kanda is a fan of stay at home dates, honestly. A night at home with just you sounds eons better than being stuck in a loud, crowded place full of annoying things.

You may be able to convince him to go to the theater with you, though, with only mild complaining from him.

He also likes going on walks. It helps him survey the area, and it’s exercise. Also you are there. It’s a win-win-win situation.

The type to treat training and sparring as a “date”. Hardly romantic, I know, but all that physical activity could get you both in the mood. But you have to convince him that there is more to life than just fighting.

Dates with Lavi are always wild and exciting. Even if it’s something as mundane as walking or shopping, he knows how to make it fun.

Has no real preference and you can never guess what he has planned. One day, you go to an amusement part. The next, a museum. 

He WILL plan all of your dates. He likes them to be surprises. But, of course, if you express any distaste for it, he’ll let you decide once or twice.

Is surprisingly a gentleman after the date has ended. He’ll walk you to your front door and, if you let him, he’ll kiss you good night and leave. He never asks to come in or stay, so if you want more, you’ll have to drag him in yourself.

Lenalee likes casual dates. Anything she can relax while doing.

This includes walks, shopping, taking classes for stuff. But she’ll also go to carnivals and such, but she’ll be on high alert because of all the people.

At home dates are good too! She loves trying to cook and bake with you, though sometimes you guys get distracted by smearing icing on each other, or the food doesn’t always turn out that great. It was still fun.

You guys collaborate on dates. You have a scheduled date night every week(two nights, if you have time off), and you get together to plan what you want to do. 

Link is another fan of casual dates. He likes to de-stress after having to stalk watch over Allen.

Baking together is one of his all-time favorites. Like Lenalee, you may be prone to getting into food fights, but he’s still very good at watching the food and nothing comes out bad. 

Movie dates are another one he likes. Or, rather, anyplace that’s more observing that participating. This also includes aquariums and zoos and museums.

He has a god damn agenda for the dates, jesus christ. You have to tell him to lighten up and let loose, and those are the dates you never forget.

There is nothing Bak looks forward to more than date night. He’s another one to have planned date nights.

Because he’s so busy, especially now, he may have to cancel on some date nights, but he always makes up for it afterwards with a night where he only pays attention to you.

Science museums! Yes! Places that let’s you have hands on experience in fun ways with the subject he loves is honestly his favorite thing, and you guys always have a lot of fun.

Sometimes, however, date night turns into following him around while he works. He may not 100% be paying attention to you on these nights, but he’ll have his hand on you somewhere to prove he’s still aware that you are there.

#allen walker #yu kanda #lavi bookman #lenalee lee #howard link #bak chang #request #x reader #an-amethyst-moon

[birdiethebibliophile]

for the ship meme: morain and lussian

Yooooooooooooo these are Good Ships thank you so much

Morain

falls asleep on the couch

Elain. Constantly. 24/7. She is a napper like no other and she only felt self-conscious about it until Mor told her how freaking adorable she is when she’s asleep and now she’ll fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

makes friends with the neighbors

Mor. The problem is she isn’t very good at it. She’ll make Elain bake them cookies and compliment their clothes and it just doesn’t work until she brings Elain with her and then everyone is best friends for life.

is the adventurous eater

Mor. Elain is a ridiculously picky eater - Mor sometimes jokes that Elain only likes to eat things that are pink. Mor doesn’t mind, though, partly because she doesn’t cook.

hogs the covers at night

Mor. Mor is the worst cover hog. This usually results in Elain practically being on top of her just so she can be warm. Elain has a sneaking suspicion these seemingly unrelated things are related.

forgets to do the dishes

Both of them. It’s a mess, honestly. Once they had dishes piled up for a solid week, and then Cassian visited and made a huge fuss and washed all of them.

tries to surprise their partner more often

Mor. Elain always acts surprised, even if she isn’t.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Mor. And it’s always lingerie. It drives Elain to distraction, as she’s the one in charge of the laundry.

stays up til 2 AM reading

Neither. I don’t think Mor and Elain are big readers at all. Plus, they’re both big fans of sleep. Mor’s more likely to be out until all hours of the night, though.

sings in the shower

Elain. Mor loves to hear it, because Elain only sings or hums or anything when she’s happy.

takes the selfies

Mor. Of course she wants her girlfriend/wife to be on her Instagram page at all times, are you kidding?

plans date night

Mor. Elain kind of likes things being spontaneous, but Mor will plan things out a week ahead of time. And then they won’t follow the plan at all, of course, but instead spend the entire night at Rita’s.

Lussian

falls asleep on the couch

Lucien. He has a terrible sleep schedule, one that Cassian’s always trying to get him to change, so he’ll fall asleep in very inconvenient places.

makes friends with the neighbors

Cassian. Everyone loves him immediately. Lucien isn’t sure how he does it, but within two minutes Cassian’s secured not only an invitation to Sunday brunch but also a spot on the neighbor’s annual camping trip.

is the adventurous eater

Lucien. Cassian is all about traditional comfort food (whatever that means to him) and then there’s Lucien trying to get him to try sea urchin in the Summer Court and grilled mango in Dawn and Cassian’s like “no thank you, more for you, besides what’s the point of dishes you can eat in two bites???”

hogs the covers at night

Lucien. He’s always cold, and Cassian’s always warm, so what usually ends up happening is Lucien wraps himself up in blankets like a burrito and then Cassian cuddles the burrito. It works out.

forgets to do the dishes

Lucien. It’s gotten to the point where Cassian’s just taken over washing the dishes because Lucien either forgets, or drops a plate on the floor, or something of that nature. It never works out.

tries to surprise their partner more often

Cassian. Except Lucien doesn’t really like surprises, so Cassian always makes sure Lucien knows about them “accidentally”.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Lucien. Look. I love him to pieces, but he’s an utter slob when he’s comfortable in a place - sad but true. He never felt comfortable enough in the Spring Court to be a slob - his room was always immaculate in case Tamlin came by - but now there’s stuff everywhere. It makes him happy, and Cassian rolls his eyes and makes him pick up and sweep every few weeks.

stays up til 2 AM reading

Lucien. He does not sleep when he should and falls asleep when and where he shouldn’t. It’s a mess. Cassian shakes his head despairingly when he wakes up in the middle of the night and Lucien’s still wide awake.

sings in the shower

Cassian. Loudly. Off-key. Flips his hair dramatically. Knocks the shampoo off the shelf with his wings. It’s a scene.

takes the selfies

Lucien. Because he’s firmly cemented in my mind as the photographer of this ship.

plans date night

Lucien. Meticulously. Down to the minute. He makes reservations, creates itineraries, decides what he’s going to wear. When Cassian plans a date, it means they’re going to stay in and Cassian’s going to make dinner and they’re going to watch a movie or something. They have very different tastes in… well, everything.

#asks #cass-ian #lussian #morain #acowar #lucien x cassian #mor x elain #headcanons #mine

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Klareee

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? in my mind, they got back together and stayed together forever 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? the connection was always there but it was slowly built up 

How was their first kiss? it was sweet and simple, filled with hope for the future 

Wedding:

Who proposed? kc, but clare made it clear she wanted to. otherwise kc would’ve waited longer. he was ready to purpose when they got back together 

Who is the best man/men? drew is kc’s best man, with connor and dave 

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? alli’s clare’ moh, jenna and darcy comes back 

Who did the most planning? clare. omfg she’s the kind who micro manages and kc has to pull her away from it all the time 

Who stressed the most? clare 

How fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. it started out crazy fancy then kc talked clare down because she was going nuts and he loved her too much. he would’ve married her on the front steps of degrassi where they met 

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? tehehe eli. 

Sex:

Who is on top? people would think  kc, but clare likes to be in charge and well she likes it on top 

Who is the one to instigate things? probably clare 

How healthy is their sex life? pretty healthy. after all her health scares and the fact clare was pregnant, and kc is a father, they always agreed to be open and honest Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? i can see clare get pretty kinky.. i mean we all saw her vampire ff. Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? depends on who you ask ;)

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? of course. 

How rough are they in bed?  Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? i would say 2 

How many children will they adopt? probably, at first they would because clare would be too scared after loosing her baby to try again 

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? they share that equally honestly. kc’s pretty good at it so he changes the diapers at night and clare feeds the babies 

Who is the stricter parent? clare, but they both understand structure, since kc never had any. the one’s responsible for spoiling the kids is honestly alli and jenna. 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? kc. clare would also, but kc’s never had structure growing up so he makes sure his kids are safe

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? kc,mostly because clare gets lost in her work and forgets. besides clare works from home as a freelance writer and kc works at degrassi as coach so he has to make his own 

Who is the more loved parent? its equal. they don’t spoil or are too harsh but lets face it, grandma helen and lisa spoils them more than kc or clare ever could. 

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? both, but mostly kc because he is a teacher/coach 

Who cried the most at graduation? both, but again kc. he was the first of his family to graduate, and seeing his kids follow was emotional

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? clare. kc would want to all scared straight his kids 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? kc. clare can cook, she just doesn’t like to. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? clare. kc doesn’t give the kids sugar ever meal or whatever, but clare’s more into organic and kc is like “as long as its a balanced meal, who cares?” 

Who does the grocery shopping? they do it together. with their busy scheduales, its one of the few things they do together 

How often do they bake desserts? clare for sure. 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? they eat balanced, but kc is always an athlete so he likes his protein. 

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? clare cause she feels bad about being busy a lot, so she makes sure that she goes all out for special occasions. 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? clare also. mostly cause kc can cook up a storm, he’s a messy cook. 

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? clare, not because she can’t cook, but she gets distracted with writing 

Chores:

Who cleans the room? mostly clare, but kc isn’t messy so its not an issue 

Who is really against chores? neither. sometimes during the high stress of basketball season, or football, kc would complain about having to put his socks in the basket, or when clare’s on a Marathon writing she may let the bed go unmade, but again their not messy people 

Who cleans up after the pets? i don’t see them as pet people

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? lmao both. especially if people are coming over and they have been busy

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? clare, kc’s attitude is “if they have a problem, they can go home” 

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? clare. or kc 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? depends. after a long practice in the heat, kc, but sometimes a long bath/shower calms clare. 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? again i don’t see them as dog people 

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? they do it every year. its a tradition. it kinda looks like a christmas store exploded in their living room, and kc loves clare too much to tell her to reign it in. 

What are their goals for the relationship? to live a happy life, and not take anything for granted. kc because he had been in foster care, group homes and it wasn’t untill he was already pretty much grown up, he had a real family. and clare after her cancer and loosing her baby adam, she decided that she wanted to live life to the fullest and not take anything for granted 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? neither. kc has early morning practices with his students, and clare’s never been a late sleepy 

Who plays the most pranks? kc 

@seancamerons​ @kinderedspirits​

#jademeetsworld #otp:klare #otp:you are the most amazing girl in the word #c:clare edwards #c:kc guthrie #tv:degrassi #if i have to suffer so do your asses!! #i am so emo