#pudgy eat dad (affectionate)

[dangerdragoncat]

He is pudgy rat dad

[angry-geese]

Sage

nanami kento x reader

warnings: none! sfw. entirely fluff, this will quite literally rot your teeth. gn!reader though there is mentions of them being pregnant. aside from that gn pronouns are used.

notes: some dad!nanami and domestic fluff

word count: 1,435

Nanami settled into being a father better than he thought he would.

You were another jujutsu sorcerer, working with Gojo at the time. Your meeting with Nanami was only by chance. The two of you bonded over bullying Gojo. Though you found him much less annoying than Nanami did, you still made it known how you didn't appreciate his antics.

Slowly you wormed your way more into his life. The two of you frequented the same bakery. Early mornings turned into getting pastries together. You offered to pay the first time. He had your order memorized. He picked up little things about you that you hadn't even noticed yourself. Nanami was observant. He didn't intend to memorize these things—he wasn't certain why he was watching you—but he did. The one day you showed up late he had your order waiting for you in his arms. Since you were still under the impression he didn't like you, it was surprising.

The next day he had your order waiting for you.

No matter how many times you offered to pay him back, he always refused. Reluctantly he enjoyed your company. Though you weren't officially partners, Gojo usually ended up sending you on the same missions. Working together turned into spending time together outside of work. Much of your free time was spent at his home, or him at yours. The two of you were inseparable.

Nanami made it known he'd never date a coworker. He was awfully vocal about his distaste for work. The last thing he'd ever want was his personal and work life crossing over. But he made an exception for you.

He realized he was too far gone when he couldn't imagine life without you.

You were always calm and collected and strong in a way he could respect. The jujutsu world was never kind to you, but you took whatever it threw at you with grace. He respected you before he liked you. But when he fell for you, he fell hard.

His confession wasn't anything grand, but he still tried to make it special. After a mission, he invited you out to dinner. The place was a bit fancier than what you usually went to. He insisted it was a special occasion.

Nanami was almost too nervous to get his confession out, but after a few drinks he managed.

To be honest, you were under the impression you were already dating.

Dating wasn't all that different from the way things were before. You were a bit more affectionate around him. You had no problems with draping yourself over his form. Or giving him a kiss without warning. Anything to bother him while he worked. You two would move in together almost instantly.

His plan always was settling down. The idea of a family was scary, but appealing. The typical life of a jujutsu sorcerer—or any normal life at that—wasn’t for him.

From the beginning he wanted kids. You did too—eventually—there was a mutual agreement on it. You weren't exactly trying for one, but you weren't trying to avoid it either. If it happened, it happened, that was your logic. The two of you were well off enough financially to care for a child.

You would find out about your pregnancy not long after.

You didn't tell Nanami for a while. While you knew he would be happy with the news, it never felt like the right moment. You wanted to surprise him with it but the moment to do so never presented itself.

Gojo—of all people—spoiled the surprise. Really it was an accident. You made an offhand comment about missing going to bars. As a joke, he asked: "what? Are you pregnant?"

There was no way you could respond without outing yourself. It was a bit embarrassing that your coworker found out before your husband. Nanami took your silence as a yes.

Upon hearing the news, he was ecstatic.

The second he could, he quit. The jujutsu world is no place for a family. He would be content with never seeing another sorcerer again.

He would hardly leave your side for the next nine months.

Nanami would tag along to each and every one of your doctors appointments. God forbid you lifted something too heavy, or were on your feet too long. He was always on your case about pushing yourself too hard. His presence was suffocating at times, but you knew he meant well. If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask and he’d bring it to you. You tried not to abuse this power too much.

The two of you decided to keep the gender a secret until your child was born.

A few months later you'd have a girl.

Eventually one of you would have to go back to work. Maternity leave wouldn't last forever. Your “normal” job paid enough to support the three of you. You weren't rich, but you made enough to live comfortably. Nanami agreed to stay home and take care of the baby.

He took to being a stay-at-home father better than he thought he would. Being a househusband was a better fit for him than any office work. A deep fear lingers in him that he’ll be a bad parent; the same doubts that any new parent has. He’s not nearly as bad as he says he is. You make sure he knows that.

"She's so little," he says, "am I doing this right?"

The idea of being responsible for such a small and fragile thing scares him.

The tiny bundle rests against his chest. A tuft of soft blonde hair is visible from under her yellow cap. Nanami smooths a hand over her head, fixing her hat. He can't stop the smile that spreads across his face and she chirps happily. Her pudgy fingers reach out and wrap around his much larger one.

"It's a baby carrier, how complicated can it be?" You ask.

The instructions look like they're written in Greek.

He notices your confused look and says a weak: "I told you"

The parts look nothing like the picture. Her baby carrier is a mess of straps and unnecessary clips. You can't tell what parts are spares, or just things you've left out.

It's oddly stressful.

Since when were these things so hard to put together?

"It looks nothing like the picture." He says.

"I mean, it doesn't look wrong." You say, a bit irritated. “As long as it keeps her in one place I think she’ll be fine.”

He fixes her hat one last time.

The walk to the bakery isn't a long one. When you two were looking for a house, you found one nearby. Nanami has your order memorized, and orders for the both of you. He’s made plenty of midnight trips to this place; you had cravings for some pretty strange things. You get your usual order of a coffee, a filled pastry, and a loaf of bread you plan on saving for breakfast tomorrow.

You gather your things and sit on a nearby bench to eat. Although it feels like such a little thing, this feels like the first time you've been out since you had the baby. Being away from work has made you both a bit stir crazy.

"You're dropping food on her head." You say.

A small "oh" leaves his mouth before he picks up the crumb, popping it into his mouth.

"Ken' that's gross."

He looks at you, then down at her, then back to you.

"Yeah."

He smooths a hand over her head. She squeals in delight, her pudgy hands outstretched. Nanami still can't get over how little she is. Months later he's still shocked that something so small is his. He acts like she's the most fragile thing on earth. Constantly you have to remind him that children are a lot more resilient than he thinks. If the baby is crying, he’s usually the first to console her. Even on nights that you offer, he refuses. He’ll stay up for hours reading to her.

He never thought he could love something so much. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, then yours. Moments like this are fleeting. He hates to get sentimental, but moments like this are fleeting. Before you know it, your kid will be all grown up and that thought terrifies him.

You lean your head against his shoulder. He almost seems surprised by it.

“We should hit that bookstore on the way back.” You offhandedly mention.

“Do you have room for more books?” He asks.

No, but you’re getting more anyway.

[sdv-mostly-shane]

Hello! January is birthday month for my children, and now that we got the last one down, time to get right back in ~ In the spirit of parenthood, here’s some Stardew Parent Headcannons of all the marriage candidates -

Stardew Valley Imagines : Parent Headcannons

Bachelors

Alex

The kind of dad to be at every appointment/interview/inspection and cry at every point of progress “we’re one step closer to our beautiful baby”

Will absolutely cry once he holds that baby, and will have a hard time letting them go to his partner

Baby wearing extraordinaire- has multiple options for different occasions

Matching track suits to hide the fact that they were both a hot mess that morning trying to get out the door, but they did it, so time to celebrate

Would ironically have a brainiac child that he is absolutely enamoured with and admires - he sits at their little table, spilling out of the tiny chair, but refuses to budge because his baby is telling him about the water cycle of the Earth, and he doesn’t want to miss a thing

Elliot

A very ‘hands off’ parent - will observe them at play and not pressure them in any particular way

Probably a Waldorf dad

Sits his babies in his lap every night to read- they are the first ones he tests out a new limerick on, and respects their criticisms as much as their praise

Lots of evening walks down the sea shore and the forest edge.

Out of the bachelors, I think would be the most sensitive/attune to them, and would be great at breaking down their complex emotions and thoughts, and would especially be so with any neurodivergent children.

Harvey

The type to plop down a stack of parenting and pediatric books on the dining room table as soon as you two have decided to welcome children into your lives

Is the one to show the farmer how to change a diaper

In fact, just count Harvey as the one to be the party planning, baby book filling, milestone documenting professional. He’s got it covered.

Loves the newborn stage, is terrified of toddlerhood, but then back in control once they’re like 6. And then terrified again once they are teenagers (his kids actually consider him a friend as well as a father and actually enjoy hanging out with him (sometimes))

100% a helicopter parent, but more so the ‘I love you so much I don’t want you to ever experience any pain’ type of way

Sam

Probably has an accidental love child at one point

You can find him in bed with the baby, singing songs together, while he spikes the baby’s hair nice and tall

Do you honestly think this young man would not use every dad joke ever known? Because he would- and he would find them all absolutely hilarious

The fun dad that will also actively try to embarrass his kids in front of their friends

Keeps his kids home for “sick days” to sit on the couch together, no pants, no homework, and all laughter.

Sebastian

Would be stressed when they are newborns, but relax as they get older. By the time they’re teens, he would have cultivated a very trust and respect-based relationship with them where his kids are comfortable telling him anything

You’ll find him quietly at every event, game, recital, competition, imaginable. Supporting his children with his presence and then taking them out that evening to do something fun, crazy, or maybe even a little dangerous

His most fond parenting moments are when the baby is in their bouncer right besides him, happily babbling away and smiling at him, while he does his work at the computer. Quality time is his baby love language.

The type of dad to patiently and honestly answer his children’s millions of questions about anything and everything.

Will absolutely take them out to splash in the puddles when it rains (but then will also send them straight to the bath)

Shane

Is already pretty experienced in the parenting realm, but is thrown into a whole new adventure with the newborn phase. Finds himself to truly LOVE babies and toddlers

“Hm, can’t sleep? Let’s go get a snack.” “But dad, it’s 1AM” “I do this all the time, don’t worry. Just don’t tell [parent]”

Would let his kids roam free, but only if he is supervising, and is actually kinda strict/short. Absolutely fears losing his children and will do anything and everything to make sure they grow up safe and cared for.

A very stressed daddy but only because he loves his children so much that he would die if anything happened to them

The best cuddler out of all the bachelor parents. Wanna soft spot to curl up on the couch? He’s already passed out with his head back, snoring. His nice pudgy ‘dad’ belly makes the perfect pillow to rest baby heads on while he reads a book.

Bachelorettes

Abigail

The fun parent.

The kind that wakes up early on a Saturday with their kids, just as excited as they are, to eat sugar cereal and watch a show together.

Is always down to play (especially play fight). Will (endearingly) spook their partner a bit when they rough house because Abby has that wild feral look in her eye too often

The competitive parent that gets just a liiiitle too involved in whatever sport/organization/fair/et.al that the child is partaking in-all in good fun, of course.

I can picture her taking her child out to the forest, late at night, to lay on the soft moss. She’d tell them about monsters, lore, crystals, and everything supernatural and mystic. Whispering in the dark as they point up to the stars and laugh and laugh and laugh

Emily

Hippy granola mom to a T - have you seen her “organic quinoa and fresh goat milk” quote? She’d do anything to provide the best that nature has to offer her children

While her disposition toward her children is incredibly loving and free-spirited, she would probably be very resposible and stressed about doing right for her children

Would absolutely take her children by the hand, in various states of dress (jammies? Okay. Just a diaper? Alright. Ballgown? Let’s go), out to the forest with handmade woven baskets to collect all the gifts from the Earth that they can find

Absolutely the Craft Mom - she’d be all about enrichment, sensory play, and fostering a creative spirit

Tells the best stories. After bedtime routine, will sit with her children in thrir bed, and will tell stories of magic, of love, and of adventure. Her kids, eyes bright, won’t want the night to end, because mom is showing us how much wonder and mystery is in the world

Haley

So gentle and so sweet with her kids, but can send them running with just a ‘look’

Would be a nervous wreck the first go round, but an absolute master by the time the second comes around

Helicopter parent that obsesses over every milestone, growth, and accomplishment of their child. SO proud of them and can’t wait to praise them and brag about them.

The wonder parent that can do it all while looking absolutely breathtaking. She makes it look easy once she gets the hang of it

Can’t you just picture her and her baby girl in matching flowy Daisy sundresses dresses with pink ribbons in their beautiful blonde curls, chasing after each other barefoot in the fields, while the golden grass dances in the wind- gah I love this pretty pretty princess so much.

Leah

Cool Wine mom that drives a Subaru

Would absolutely read her child to bed every night, until they fell asleep.

Her transition into motherhood was flawless. She’s a natural parent who just loves in abundance

Soooo many nature walks, hikes, and camping trips. Always accompanied with a picnic basket, quiet peacefulness, and heart to hearts about whatever is going on in their life.

The definition of free-range parenting, encouraging self discovery and independence. Yeah, she’ll always step in when needed with some kind encouragement or advice, but would much rather watch her children learn about the world on their own terms

Maru

The do-it-all parent. Signs up for activities, projects, school boards, committees, and teams. Is actually on time, prepared, and succeeds in all of these.

The most prepared and responsible out of any of the parents. Always has snacks in her diaper bag and a first aid kit

Did someone say routine/chore chart

Would show love for her children through learning and new experiences-the best part about being a parent for her is watching her child’s brain turning and working as they think about the environment in front of them. At her best, her kids think she is incredibly fun and they have a blast doing anything and everything with her

Not exactly tender/overly affectionate with her kids, but absolutely concerned about being the best mom she can be by having balance of learning, play, discipline, and love.

Penny

Literally just Miss Honey from Matilda

Pinterest mom. All the crafts, DIYs, bento boxes with cute little caterpillar grapes-you name it, she’s already done it AND packed your backpack and laid your clothes out for you.

Can be heard saying “well the pediatrician said...” “hm well that’s not what dr alberts book said to do” among other “first time mom”things

Can be incredibly anxious worrying about their child’s development and well being. She’s been around kids her entire life, but this is HER child? This one doesn’t go home at the end of the day? Everything has to be absolutely perfect

The most sentimental-would absolutely weep going through the baby box to pull out the teeny tiny booties and smelling the baby blanket - “they were just SO TINY- we need another one NOW.”

[amelialincoln]

Need You

Ever since she snapped at him last week, Link had been trying desperately to not be affected by Amelia’s nightmares. Since Meredith had been put on the vent, there wasn’t a single night that his girlfriend hadn’t woken up sweating and thrashing like a maniac, and to say that it was concerning Link was an understatement.

“Amelia,” he hissed, into the darkness, while shaking her awake. Amelia sat up so abruptly she almost pushed him off the bed.

“What?” Her voice was thick with sleepiness. “Oh...fuck, sorry.” She pushed her curtain bangs out of her face and glanced at their bedside table to check the time.

“I can make some tea?” He offered.

“I’m literally fine, just go back to bed,” she replied dismissively.

“You’re shaking.” His hand brushed her bare shoulder affectionately.

She shrugged him off, sighing and mumbling, “I’m just gonna get a glass of water,” before tugging on one of Link’s hoodies and quietly leaving their bedroom. She paused at Scout’s makeshift bedroom in the office to peek inside. Like always, their little boy was sleeping soundlessly in his crib. She brushed a finger against his pudgy cheek, lingering for a moment and debating whether to pick him up. If she felt in control of one thing right now it was Scout. Making up for the three others, his first couple of weeks had been almost effortless. He was a movement baby for sure but Amelia didn’t mind. She’d simply put him in the wrap they’d bought and carried him around most of the day.

“If you wake him up he’s going to be grump tomorrow.” Link’s calm voice made her jump, her heart still racing from the nightmare.

“I know,” she whispered back resentfully, “I was just making sure he was okay.”

“Was that what your dream was about?” He pressed. “He’s safe, Mia, we always have the monitor running.”

“I know.” She ran a stressed hand through her hair before pushing past him and into the hallway and quietly walking down the old, creaky set of stairs. The sound of Link’s clunky footsteps followed her apprehensively and he wrapped his arms around her as she filled a glass of water at the sink. It was then that she started to sob. Link had witnessed a couple of Amelia breakdowns before but this time it was different.

“Hey, look at me,” he ordered as her breathing started to rapidly quicken, “deep breaths.”

“Link.” Her voice was as fragile as a china doll.

“You’re okay,” he assured her, resting his chin on the crown of her head.

“I’m falling apart trying to parent these kids for two weeks. If she dies. What’s supposed to happen to them? They’ve already lost their dad, “she was palming her chest as if her heart was physically hurting, “Derek, he’s gone.”

“Amelia it’s--”

“Scout. As he gets older. He looks more and more like him every day. I compare pictures of him and my brother as a baby and it’s almost terrifying. Our son is beautiful and perfect but every time I look at him, in some weird and twisted way, it’s like I’m looking at my brother.” She pulled out of his grasp, leaning over the kitchen counter. Link watched her turn a shade of white before throwing up into the sink.

“Mia.” He was cupping her hair out of her face a second later while she heaved. “You’re okay, it’s okay.” He was trying to find a way to console her as she grieved someone he’d never even met.

“It’s too much,” she groaned. “How are we supposed to take care of four children and not completely fall apart.”

“She’s going to pull through.” Link rubbed her upper back in circular motions, momentarily being taken back to nine months ago.

“You don’t know that,” Amelia gagged. “Bailey hates me enough. If I have to tell him--”

“Amelia, you won’t,” Link interrupted firmly. “Obsessing over the worst case scenario is making you sick.”

“How can you not though?” She winced, spitting out the last of their takeout dinner.

“Because if I keep telling myself that everything’s going to go back to normal soon, it makes every day more bearable. Do you think I don’t wish I was in the OR right now? Or raising Scout in our apartment like we planned?” Amelia shrugged, weakly lowering herself down onto one of the stools at the island. “Of course I do. But if that’s all I focus on, I'll start to go insane.”

“Join the club,” she chuckled darkly. “And if we’re putting everything out on the table. I don’t trust Winston.”

“Babe, what?” Link sighed. “You’re obsessing over things because you're stressed.”

“No, I’m not.” She slammed her fists down on the counter. “She disappeared with a guy we barely know anything about and when he came he got all weird about Jackson.”

“Cause he’s Maggie’s ex.” Link tried not to act condescending. “You think I don’t feel uncomfortable when I work with Owen?” It was like he was watching his girlfriend fall apart before his eyes.

“I saw what I saw,” she argued. “I’m not making stuff up in my head.” She placed her forehead in her palms. Link was about to make a joke about Deluca when he realized that he was dead too. Everything really was starting to look a little too depressing. Link shook his head, trying to shake the underlying, familiar feeling that was beginning to creep up on him.

“Can we go lie on the couch? I don’t know how to help you in any other way but to just hold you.” Amelia nodded through slow rolling tears, with an expression on her face that broke Link’s heart into millions of tiny pieces. “Come on, babe,” he sighed, lifting her into his arms and laying her onto Meredith’s couch, cradling her tightly as hours passed.

Amelia’s phone buzzing in the pocket of her sweat shorts finally woke them in the early hours of the morning and the little gasp that followed pulled the rest of the sleepiness out of Link.

“It’s the hospital.” Her shaky hands threatened to drop the phone as the couple stared at it with hesitation. “Dr. Shepherd,” Amelia finally answered, trying to mask any emotion in her voice. “Hey, Bailey. Do you...okay...yeah they’ve been good...yep you can tell her that…” Amelia’s voice broke a bit. “...tell her that they’re doing fine and that they miss her. Oh, and don’t forget about Bailey’s tooth...yep, one of his molars. Make sure she knows that...and Zola’s math test...yeah, an A. Am I on speaker?” Amelia grinned as tears rolled down her face. Link hugged her tightly into his chest, needing no explanation. “Ellis finally tried broccoli...yeah of course it was Link that convinced her...yep and she makes him read her five books every night...takes like half an hour. Scout’s good...yeah eating better now...still bites my nipples though,” she laughed. “Bailey too? Of course he did...okay...yeah of course...get some rest...bye...love you.” She put her phone down and practically tackled Link with a hug. “She’s off the vent.”

“I figured.”

“Her levels are going up by the hour.” She wiped the fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “She’s talking about some beach, Lexie and all this nonsense but they aren’t too concerned about it. Oh my god, Link, she’s okay.”

“Told you so,” he teased, trying to hide his relief. “She needs to come take back Hayes before Jo gets too ahead of herself.” Amelia laughed, shaking her head.

“Well, someone’s gotta tell her, that man’s heart beats for Meredith Grey. If anyone is happier than me right now, it’s him.”

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bc what tf was that interview w krista about Jo and hayes possibly having a romantic spark. like yes krista, jo making rude remarks and comparing hayes dead wife to alex is a great flirting tactic. i love jo but absolutely not. hayes is here for mer and only mer.

[teacup-crow]

The Christmas Runner

On the 12th Christmas Eve after the world ended, Molly and Carena told someone the story of the Christmas Runner. Major end of S3 spoilers, very minor spoilers for early S5. 

I spent all day in bed and this happened? Will probably go on AO3 once I polish it (and when it’s actually close to Christmas). Promise it’s wholesome!

(In my headcanon here Carena is 15, Molly is 13 and Sara is 7)

“Sam’s givin’ you how much to watch her?” Carena Skeet spluttered, towering over the younger girl, leaning her hands over her head on the brick wall of the housing block. The moon was a sharpened, thin crescent, and lights winked in the guard towers. Over in the main barn, they could faintly hear the twanging of a slightly out-of-tune guitar and some tipsy singing, suggesting the grown-ups’ Christmas Eve party was already in full swing.

Everyone said that Molly Harrison was the prettiest girl in Abel, with blonde curly hair and eyes blue enough to knock out zoms, but right now she was shifting foot-to-foot, looking more irritated than anything else.

“A loaf of crusty bread and a pot of blackcurrant jam, and… you’re not having any of it, Caz.”

“Dr Cohen only promised me a bloody book!” Carena pouted, but avoided stomping her foot. She’d about grown out of that. Nobody would dare call her pretty, but she was too, in a fiercely intimidating way. It was two months until she turned sixteen and could finally start Runner training, and she’d already begun practicing first thing every morning, tearing around the training shed when the sun had barely risen. Where Molly was soft and homely, she was angled and muscular. “You can read it if you let me have a spoonful.”

“That’s a rubbish trade and you know it! I won’t always go along with everything you tell me to do, you know, it’s not fair-“

“Oh blah blah blah, quit whinin’, let’s just get the job done before they realise they double-booked.” She dropped her hands and stalked away. Her foster dad’s old fireman jacket was too big on her, but wearing the king’s clothing added to her swagger.

“You don’t like kids,” Molly pointed out, stumbling a little behind her as she strode off to the front door.

“Kids is fine. Kids is kids. I have, like, fifteen siblings. I know what I’m doing.”

“Yes, and you don’t like any of them. And they’re all the same age as you!”

“What can I say, I’m not good at sharing.” She turned and gazed pointedly at Molly, who shrugged it off. “It doesn’t take two people to babysit a seven year old.”

“Yeah, so go away, Caz. You don’t even want a book.”

“Gotta get on Dr Myers’ and Sam’s good side if I want to be recommended for Runner, don’t I? Janine respects their opinion more than anyone else except Runner Five.”

“So go and sit on guard duty with Runner Five and earn their approval.”

“You jokin’? Five’s batshit.”

“They’re also the only reason we’re not dead, so maybe you should be a bit more respectful.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t try to tell me what to do, Molly Harrison...” Carena’s tone was affronted, teetering on nasty. Then she stopped herself. “But yeah, you’re right. Five’s batshit bonkers, but they’re awesome.”

“And scary?” Molly added.

“Yeah, if you’re a wuss.”

They’d reached the green wooden door of Maxine and Paula’s apartment, a wreath on the outside, a menorah in the window. Sara had hung paper chains all down their part of the corridor. It made both the teenagers smile for a second or two.

Carena knocked, to no reply. She tried again. 

“That’s weird,” she muttered.

“Sara, you in there?” Molly tried, peeking through the window. 

“Sara, we brought chocolate!”

This caused a patter of feet to charge towards the door. Carena grinned. “First rule of kids is lie through your teeth.”

“MOLLY!” Sara sprang through the door in a bright blur of red sweater and green trousers, and jumped into Molly’s outstretched arms. “Did you bring Galileo too?”

Years before, when Archie Jensen had lost Mildred van der Graff to an explosion, Five had managed to get their own chicken back to Abel relatively unscathed. Molly, already interested in animals even as a small child, had adopted Galileo Figaro, a now-geriatric menace with a beak that had lasted longer than anyone expected. The hen had strong memories of her dinosaur roots, and, apart from Molly, Five and Sara, would attack almost anyone who dared enter the coop.

“Galileo’s an old hen, she’s resting.”

“She went cluck-cluck-cluck over the rainbow bridge to Ed Harrison’s stomach, you mean.”

“Caz! Dad would never!” Molly looked scandalised as Carena burst out laughing at her own joke. Thankfully, it went over Sara’s head as she dropped down from Molly’s arms and stared up at Carena’s jacket in awe. Caz ruffled her mop of springy hair affectionately. She liked this kid, at least. It was very difficult not to.

“Hello, baby Sara, how’s it goin’?”

“Good, Princess Caz! I’m making a jigsaw puzzle. It’s got a million trillion pieces!”

“Sounds like an absolute riot. Tell you what, Molly can finish it with you and I’ll heat up the rations.”

Molly nodded despite herself, taking the pudgy little hand in hers and stepping into the cosy apartment. “Okay, let’s go, hopefully we have all the pieces...”

“Daddy had to remake some of the missing ones but he said you can barely tell the difference, sort of! Anyway, you said you had chocolate?”

This was still one of the oldest housing blocks in Abel, but instead of enough bunks for eight people the two rooms comfortably housed the little family of three, bathroom splitting a bedroom on one side and a family room on the other with a table and a bookshelf and warm candle-lit lamps too high for Sara to knock over on the mantelpiece. Woollen throws covered the kind of battered armchairs you sank into and artwork lined the walls. There was even a tidy kitchen corner with a kettle and a camp stove and a stack of chipped plates and mugs. It was one of Carena’s favourite places: better even than sharing a room with some of the roller girls on a rare trip to see her foster dad in London; much better than her own springy bunk in the children’s dorms, the wall behind her chequered curtain plastered in pictures and photos and plans but still not private enough to block out the whining and crying of the little ones all night. It was nice to see a place where a real family lived. When she stood in the centre of the room, she could squeeze her eyes shut and almost picture the faces of her real parents, her actual bedroom, the kitchen they’d had with a white-tiled floor. Or was it sand-coloured tiles? She wasn’t quite sure, not that she’d admit it. Whenever anyone asked, she always said she remembered the pre-zombie world perfectly.

“Caz? Are you heating up the food or...?”

“I’m getting to it!” She stomped towards the stove, where Sara’s parents had already left a few crumbling Tupperware containers of pea soup from the kitchens, and Molly had brought a bowl of eggs to hard boil if they felt snacky. Not particularly inspiring, but then food had been limited for the last week as the kitchens saved all their supplies up for Christmas Day. And none of them knew how to be fussy: Sara and Molly did not remember a time when food was plentiful, and Carena’s last remnants of pickiness had been starved out of her when the Ministry occupied Abel. She’d been nine, and her stomach hadn’t stopped rumbling for that whole terrible ten months. It ached again a little just thinking about it. She wondered if that had left her weaker, permanently damaged her chance to become a Runner or a roller-girl. As if her asthma wasn’t enough of a handicap. Well, she’d do it anyway. Nothing was going to get in her way, least of all the legacy of those who had hurt her foster father. 

“Three bowls of green soup, coming up!” She added a lick of salt, and stirred the metal pot. The ruckus from the square was louder now, almost matched by the younger girls playing with the puzzle behind her.

“I can’t tell if this is supposed to be a man’s face or a rat.”

“Daddy’s not a very good draw-er.”

“I mean… he could use some practice, to be honest. Any clue on where this piece should fit, Caz?”

Carena doled out the bowls and spoons. “Looks like a squiggle with earmuffs to me. Sam’s crap at art.”

“Don’t swear in front of Sara!”

“She’ll be fiiiine,” Carena rolled her eyes. “Lighten up, Molly.”

“Yeah, lighten up, Molly!” Sara echoed jubilantly. “Crap, crap, crap.”

“Okay, you can cut it out now. Eat your dinner.”

Molly changed the subject, sensing another mischievous outburst of swearing on the horizon. “Are you excited for Christmas, Sara?”

“Yeah! Did you hear that we’re going to have a hog roast and potatoes?! And games! And, and, Ms Marsh knitted me a hat and mittens!”

“How do you know about that?” Molly admonished. Sara immediately looked caught in the act.

“I… maybe heard her and Mama talking about it.”

“Did you ‘maybe hear’ or were you spying on your Mama?”

“I wasn’t spying! People just think kids can’t hear stuff!”

“Hey, spyin’ is a great skill, don’t knock it, Mol. Don’t worry, we won’t tell.”

“I wasn’t spying!” Sara drank down the last of her soup, licked the bowl, and pouted adorably. It was hard for the babysitters not to laugh.

“You know, I think that piece might actually be a clockwork mouse. I think it goes down at the bottom…”

They finished the jigsaw with only four missing pieces. “It’s… a big man in a red coat with a white beard! With lots of toys. I’m going to call him Mr Bob.”

“Sara, that’s Santa. Do you not know about Santa?”

“Father Christmas?” Molly tried, although she wasn’t completely confident either. Sara looked blank.

“You know my father is called Sam Yao?”

“No, baby, Santa Claus is different. He brings things to good children at Christmas.” In the back of her mind was an image of Ed in a terribly cobbled together Santa suit, a tiny Molly on his shoulders. A good memory in a flock of bad ones. It twinged in her chest.

“He’s a Runner?”

Carena sighed. “Basically. Yeah. Santa Claus is just another name for the Christmas Runner. Every Christmas Eve, he goes from township to township, leaving gifts for all of the children.”

“How does he get through the gates?”

“Well, duh, he lets the township leaders know what time he’s going to come on Rofflenet first. And he’s really fast, so he doesn’t need to worry about Raiders or zoms. He’s got a big sled drawn by nine dogs for all the presents!”

Sara’s eyes sparkled. “What are the dogs called?”

“Well, the main one is Rudolf, and he’s an, an Irish red setter. Or he wears a red jumper, like you. Something to do with red. The other ones…” she looked to Molly for assistance, and realised the blonde girl was just as enraptured. “The other ones aren’t important.”

“Caz!”

“Fine! Dasher, Dancer, Prancer… Victor?” 

Her mind drew a complete blank. Somewhere in her subconscious, a woman’s voice read the words of Twas the Night Before Christmas, but she couldn’t quite make them out. “Um… Gold, Frankincense, Myrrh and Spam?”

Molly snorted in surprise, her face contorting and shoulders shaking as she tried to hold back a peal of laughter. At least Sara seemed satisfied. “Okay, so how come I don’t hear them all?”

“He sneaks in with magic and only when you’re extremely tired so it’s, like, impossible to stay up to hear. But if you leave a sock on the end of your bed he’s guaranteed to put sommat cool in it.”

“How will he know what I like?”

Molly looked thoughtful. “Maybe you should leave him a list? But you like a lot of things.”

“And my socks are quite small.” Sara looked pensive, kicking her feet in the air to check the size of them. “You two should write lists as well!”

“I’m too old to write one-“ Carena tried, but Sara was already insistently jabbing a pencil and an old receipt at her from a scrap paper drawer in the cabinet.

“These big long lists from the olden days are perfect, we can use the back.”

Carena’s eyes flitted over the receipt. Morrisons. Mango, papaya, hummus, avocadoes. All words she didn’t recognise, foods she would never get to try, and, suddenly intimidated, she laid it down on the table. She wasn’t the strongest reader or writer at the best of times - she’d learned too late, and it was difficult with so many new things in a row. Sara sounded out the letters on her own list as she wrote, her reading already confident.

“Dear Christmas Runner. Thank you for all your hard work, and for taking so many risks to deliver presents…”

Molly glanced over at Carena with a dash of awkward concern. They’d shared a schoolroom as children, and again for the last few years, and had some of the same frustrations, although Molly struggled more with maths and numbers and the purpose and point of algebra and geometry than writing and words. “Can I write both of ours, and you do the pictures? Your drawings are really good.”

Carena nodded, and got up abruptly to wash out the pot and make some tea. Outside, the town choir had drummed up enough numbers to give a few carols a go. She cracked open the window a little to let the sound filter up. 

“I would really like some bubblegum but I know it is hard to find and my mothers don’t like it so don’t worry if you can’t find any. I also like marbles and you can fit lots of them in a sock!”

“You’re already running out of space!”

“Okay. Lots of love from Sara Myers-Cohen-Yao, kiss kiss kiss! What are you going to ask for?”

“Nicer soap,” Molly said, quite serious. “And I need a new metal bucket for chicken feed and milking. Mine is close to holes.”

“A bucket won’t fit in a sock!” Sara scoffed with childish mirth. “That’s ridiculous!”

“I don’t know, she has really big feet.” This made Sara giggle even more, and slide off the chair to look at Molly’s feet more closely.

“Ha, ha, ha,” Molly gave Carena a mock-withering stare. “What do you want, Caz? I’m doing yours now.”

Carena thought as the water began to bubble. All she really wanted was to be a Runner. To explore. To get buckets and soap and marbles and gum and make faces back in the township light up. All she wanted was her lungs and airways to do as she commanded, her muscles and heart to work with her, to let her push past exhaustion. 

“Eh. Shoelaces would be nice.” She smirked at Molly. “Or some chicken fat.”

“Make one more threat to my chicken’s life, Carena Skeet and you won’t be getting anything from the Christmas Runner!” 

“I surrender, I surrender!” Carena laughed, and poured the tea. “Anyway, shouldn’t you be in bed by now, Sara? If we’re going to get this Runner to come at all.”

“But I’m not even tired,” the small girl yawned, still on the floor with her head on the chair and cuddling one of the throws her mothers had stacked on the sideboard. 

Molly grabbed the rest of them. “Come on, we’ll build a blanket den, have our tea in there, and Caz can tell you more about the Christmas Runner.”

“Startin’ to feel like Caz does all the work around here,” Carena added, stirring in milk and honey and using the puzzle box as a makeshift tea-tray. “Go on then, lead the way.”

Five minutes later, they’d constructed a large blanket fort and, huddled together inside it, Carena began to tell them everything she remembered from the world before, embellishing the odd detail or ten.

“You’re lying, there were no flying snowmen.”

“Well, I saw a film about them!”

Eventually, Sara curled up and fell asleep, thumb in her mouth, dreaming up a jumble of tinsel and angels and dancing snowmen and turkeys.

Molly smiled, sleepy herself. “You know, you’re actually really good with kids.”

“You’re actually good at lightenin’ up.”

“Yeah! This was fun. I had a really nice evening.”

“Molly…” Carena began, and stopped. She tucked Sara’s blankets around her a little tighter. She didn’t know how to say how safe she felt, maybe for the first time since she lost her brother, warm and wanted and hopeful, surrounded by the peace she wanted so badly to fight for. “I think tomorrow is gonna be a really good day.”

The bell in the square jangled once, twice, twelve times and for once they didn’t panic. It had been years since a horde went anywhere near the gates. This was midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Caz.”

“Merry Christmas.”

***

Carena awoke under a pile of blankets, her head on the end of Sara’s bed, the sound of Dr Cohen humming in the kitchen as she fried the eggs for breakfast, and caught three bulging stockings out of the corner of her eye. A lump came to her throat as she saw the book, as promised, bound in ribbon, that she recognised even without reading the words.

The Abel Runner’s Handbook, fourth ed.

She nearly knocked the wind out of the doctors in her rush to hug them.

[blue-batty-coco]

Profile Meme: my muse, Coco

Bold/Italicize what applies

EYES: Blue | Brown | Green | Grey | Hazel | Other (Black)

HAIR: Black | Blonde | Brown | Ginger | Grey/White | Red | Multi-Color | Other (blue)

BODY TYPE: Athletic  | Built | Muscular | Curvy | Pudgy | Skinny | Slender | Slim

SKIN: Dark | Discolored | Fair | Freckled | Light | Medium | Olive | Pale | Tan | Other (Furry)

GENDER: Female | Male | Cis | No Gender | Trans | Other (genderfluid)

SEXUALITY: Asexual | Bisexual | Demisexual | Heterosexual | Homosexual | Pansexual | Other

EDUCATION: College | High School | Higher Education | University | None

LIVING SITUATION: Drifter | Homeless | Lives alone | Lives with a friend/roommate (Hotel) | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Other

PARENTS/GUARDIAN: Adoptive | Dad | Family Friend (aunt friend) | Foster | Grandparents | Mom | 

RELATIONSHIP: Crushing | Dating | Engaged | It’s Complicated? | Married | Separated | Single | Depends on the verse

I’VE BEEN: Abused | Hurt | In Love | Sick

I HAVE A(N): Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Learning Disorder | Mental Disorder | Personality Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | PTSD

THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: Drank alcohol | Done drugs | Gotten into a fistfight | Gone to a rave | Gone to jail | Gone to the hospital | Had a threesome | Had sex | Killed someone | Self-harmed | Starved myself | Stolen | Used a fake ID

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous | Affectionate | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

stolen from: @lenoreacedia

tagging: All

[kodibitesback]

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized  -  applicable in some situations. reblog & complete for your muse !

eyes:  blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other

hair:   blonde | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy

skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | scarred

gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other ( non - binary ) | doesn’t like labels

sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels (queer)

romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | vampire | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | cyborg | other ( fairy / banshee )

education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | M.D. | self taught + auror training

has been:  in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | stabbed american aurors probably do get shot at and i feel like she’s been under crucio and imperio at least

positive traits:   affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

negative traits:  aggressive | arrogant | argumentative | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | selfish | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | dramatic | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | swears | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | dishonest | vindictive | volatile | rude | disloyal | cruel | sadistic | masochist | violent | manipulative | vain | narcissistic

living situation:   lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | lives with sibling | lives with roommate | drifter | homeless | other

parents/guardian:   mother | fathers | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | uncle | aunt | deceased | disowned two dads (1 bio, 1 adoptive), bio mom, + assorted found fam. she disowned herself??

sibling(s):  sister(s) | brother(s) | sibling(s) | twin | none | other

relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated  '’’dating’’’ this just means the messiest hookups

has:   learning disorder | personality disorder | mental health issue | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | developmental disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | has a sort of addictive personality and some unexamined mental health issues, kind of an insomniac

done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them kodi is the wildest. also by ‘self-harmed’ i would say not by the traditional definition but definitely self-destructive behaviors

[tarakeon]

𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

repost & tag away !

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized - applicable in some way.

Eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | silver

Hair: blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey | white | multi-colour | other

Body type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

Skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discoloured | other

Gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

Sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

Romantic orientation: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

Species: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other | champion

Education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

I’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

Positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

Negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | self-sacrificing | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

Living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

Parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other

Sibling(s): sister | brother | none | other

Relationship: single | crushing | verse dependent | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

I have a(n): developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other | none

Things i’ve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to the hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

Tagged By: @flcmedriven​ thanks fire dad!

Tagging: @gcttacatchemall​, @octriun​, @bokettoki​, and you! yes, you!!

[inah-ffxiv]

Character Study: I’nah

Traits & Characteristics

Bold - all that applies to your muse Italicized- any that are applicable in some way Extra notes in (parentheses)!

• Eyes:  blue  | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other (gold, he’s a cat)

• Hair:  blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

• Body Type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• Skin:  pale | light | fair | freckled | tan  | olive | medium | dark | discolored

• Gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way

• Sexuality:  heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels ( a bit afraid right now )

• Romantic Orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic |  panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• Species:  midlander hyur | highlander hyur | wildwood elezen | duskwight elezen | hellsguard roegadyn | sea wolf roegadyn | dunesfolk lalafell | plainsfolk lalafell | keeper miqo’te (mystel) | seeker miqo’te | xaela au ra | raen au ra | other

• Education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD (Or Allagan equivalent of) | other (not a lot, can barely read)

• I’ve Been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

• Positive Traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• Negative Traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry (well hidden) | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative (he’s 15, being rebellious and emotional come with the territory)

• Living Situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other • Parents/Guardian: mother  | father  | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other (parents deceased; 2 adoptive dads)

• Sibling(s): sisters | brother(s) | none | other

• Relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated  |  it’s complicated | verse dependent | other (widowed)

• I Have a(n): developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

• Things I’ve Done Before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed  | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail (for a night or so) | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them Tagged by @ffxiv-skaar

Tagging:  all those who want to do it

[coquettishly-blog2]

𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅   𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌  

 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

repost  &  tag  away !  

BOLD  -  all that applies to your muse. italicized  -  applicable in some way.

eyes:    

blue  |  green  |  brown  |  hazel  |  gray  |  gray-blue  |  other

hair:     

blonde  |  sandy  |  brown  |  black  |  auburn  |  ginger  |  grey  |  white  |  multi-color |  other

body type:     

skinny  | slender |  slim  |  built  |  curvy  |  athletic |  average  |  muscular  |  pudgy  |  overweight

skin:     

pale |  light |  fair  |  freckled  |  tan  |  olive  |  medium  |  dark  |  discolored  |  other

gender:     

male  |  female  |  trans  |  cis  |  agender  |  demigender  |  genderfluid |  other | doesn’t like labels  |  don’t have any definite headcanon either way

sexuality:     

heterosexual  |  homosexual |  bisexual |  pansexual  |  asexual  |  demisexual  |  other  |  unsure  |  doesn’t like labels

romantic orientation:     

homoromantic |  heteroromantic  |  biromantic  |   panromantic  |  aromantic  |  demiromantic  | unsure |  doesn’t like labels

species:     

human  |  undead  |  shapeshifter  |  demon  |  angel  |  witch  |  ghost  |  incubus / succubus  | werewolf  |  alien  |  mutant  |  android | other

education:     

high school |  college  |  university  |  master’s degree  |  PhD  | other

i’ve been:    

in love  |  hurt  |  ill  |  mentally abused  |  bullied  |  physically abused  |  tortured  | brainwashed | shot

positive traits:    

affectionate  | adventurous  |  athletic |  brave  |  careful  |  charming  | confident  |  creative |  cunning  |  determined  |  forgiving  |  generous  |   honest   | humorous |  intelligent  |  loyal  |  modest  |  patient  |  selfless  |  polite  |  down-to-earth  | diligent  |  romantic  |  moral  |  fun-loving  |  charismatic  |  calm

negative traits:   

aggressive  |  bossy |  cynical  |  envious |  shy  |  fearful  |  greedy |  gullible  |  jealous | impatient |  impulsive  |  cocky  |  reckless  |  insecure  |  irresponsible  | mistrustful  |  paranoid  |  possessive  |  sarcastic  | self-conscious  |  selfish  |  swears  | unstable |  clumsy |  rebellious  |  emotional  |  vengeful  |  anxious  |  self-sabotaging  |  self-sacrificing |  moody  |  peevish  | angry  |  pessimistic  |  slacker |  thin skinned  |  overly dramatic  |  argumentative

living situation:     

lives alone  | lives with parent(s) / guardian |  lives with significant other  | lives with a friend  | drifter |  homeless  |  lives with children  | other (lives with roommates she hasn’t talked to oops)

parents/guardian:   

mother  |  father  |  adoptive  |  aunt  |  uncle  |   foster   |  grandmother  | grandfather  |  other 

sibling(s):     

sister(s)  |  brother(s)  |  none  |  other (she may have incubi/succubi/demon siblings from dad)

relationship:     

single  |  crushing  |  dating  |  engaged  |  married  |  separated  | it’s complicated

i have a(n):     

developmental disorder  |  learning disorder  |  personality disorder  |  mental disorder  | anxiety disorder  |  sleep disorder |  eating disorder  |  behavioral disorder  | substance-related disorder  |  PTSD  |  mental disability  |  physical disability  | other  |  none

things i’ve done before:     

had alcohol  |  smoked  |  stolen  |  done drugs  |  self-harmed  | starved  |  had sex  |   had a threesome  |  had a one-night stand  |  gotten into a fist fight  |  gone to the hospital  |  gone to jail  |  used a fake ID  |  played hooky (from “work”) |  gone to a rave  |  killed someone  |  had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY: no one! TAGGING: everyone, especially @nmhforever​, @chanteuser​, and @syunso​

[feketeribizli]

☆ mc character traits ☆

rules: BOLD - all that applies to your muse; italicized - what is applicable in some way

eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | black | other

hair: blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

(gwen’s original hair color is dark brown; jacob “accidentally” used colovaria on her when she was around six - she loved it so much she decided to stick with ginger)

body type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

(also: very tall!! a polite giant goblin)

skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

(i cannot believe i forgot freckled ujghsfjhgfdjh shame)

gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

romantic orientation: homoromantic  | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

species: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus/succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other

(does animagi count??)

education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

they’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | other

living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other

(unfortunately she’s lost her dad at a very young age)

sibling(s): sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other

(only jacob. that sick bastard of a brother)

relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent

(miss haywood...................)

they have a(n): developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

(she’s dyslexic and has adhd also. later on she developes dissociative disorders and becomes pretty unstable :-(( thanks jam city)

things they’ve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

no one tagged me but i thought it’d be fun to do this with my mc gwen so. heh :^D

[noonmutter]

Character Traits: Leon

• eyes:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | gray-lavender | crimson | other - (one’s white)

• hair:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color |

• body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored

• gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way

• sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual (what he calls himself because he doesn’t know the other one) | pansexual (what most correctly applies because he’s found all sorts of shit attractive) | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• species:   human | undead | elf | voidsent | demon | angel, possibly | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf (he considers himself a human with a curse/illness, not a worgen) | alien | mutant | android | elemental | draenei | 

• education:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | uneducated | self-taught | where does having a druidic mentor in the wilderness for a couple years fall in here exactly? liberal studies?

• i’ve been:   in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

• positive traits:   affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• negative traits:  aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears (...ehhhh) | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional (that’s not a negative word but whatever) | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | obsessive

• living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other(s) | lives with a friend | lives with servants | drifter | homeless | lives with children | lives with pets |

• parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | um...his mom and dad are dead but they existed once?

• sibling(s): sisters | brothers (one) | none | other

• relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | committed relationship | by the way he’s actually all four of those at the same time--the man is poly, pan, and ludicrously charming and exists in a state of constant romantic flux I swear to god

• i have a(n): developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

• things i’ve done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to the hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID (sort of--he went by the alias “cambor” for a long time) | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

Tagged by: @farseer-danaael (HELLO NEW FOLLOWER WELCOME TO THE SHITSHOW)

[argentumexitium-archived]

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

                                repost  &  tag  away !  

                              BOLD all that applies to your muse.                               italicized  -  applicable in some way.

• eyes:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other • hair:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey | white | multi-color | other (silver) • body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight • skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other • gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels • sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic |  panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• species:   human | undead | shapeshifter (it counts?) | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other (Weapon that can shift into a human form) • education:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other | LOL what education? • i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot (Depends on the verse)

• positive traits:  affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident| creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal| modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm • negative traits:  aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

• living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | verse dependent • parents/guardian:   mother | father  | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other (His dad is dead) • sibling(s):   sister(s) | brother(s) (Seinaru and Muramasa) | none | other • relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent

• i have a(n):   developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioural disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD (I mean he’s been a war blade for 700+ years, SOMETHING IS BOUND TO BE MESSED UP?!?) | mental disability | physical disability | other (Bloodlust count?)

• things i’ve done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex (verse dependent) | had a threesome (verse dependent) | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to a hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

Tagged by: @aonemanarmy (Thanks darlin <3 )

Tagging: Whoever wants to do this TBH

[tcohs-messenger]

hi, im just wondering if you're going to write birb monster jules babies? cause I think that would be adorable and jules would be really cute and flustered. okay, sorry to bother you bye.

Baby birds eating is… kinda gross honestly. 

with READER

You wondered, at first, why the babies would not make as many sounds near you. You had three in total, and all of them held their tongue of chirps or peeps. You know it isn’t because they hate or are scared of you- otherwise they wouldn’t snuggle so close at night. Then again, their sounds for papa were for a very good reason. 

He was recognizable, a thing that said ‘hey, we belong here with this feathery guy’, and your heart squeezed in your chest every time they perked up and looked at him adoringly. Whenever he climbed into their nest, their peeping grew loud, near to the point of obnoxiousness, but you always loved it. By god- did Ilya love it too. 

He always greeted each one with coos and tweets, affectionately nuzzling into their soft pudgy bodies. They liked to climb, sometimes hopping onto his shoulders as he hunched beside you, tucking in for the night. 

Ilya did that now, fluffing up his feathers like a fuzzy coat and letting them climb and plop over him. It reminded you somewhat of little moles poking their heads out of the dirt as you watched the babies disappear under his feathers and then pop back out again. 

“Oh Ilya- you are too cute,” at your words, he perks up a little, tilting his head and giving a soft chirp. You pat his beak and nod to one of the small birds. “You being a dad, it is very cute. Very adorable. You are such a good dad…”

Ilya looks you over with a purely loving gaze, tilting his head this way and that while one of the babies plops out, landing on a folded blanket and peeping at both of you. As though synchronized, the other two jump out, collecting in a small pile right before you. 

When Ilya shifts, they start chirping, hopping on their little feet. He leans over them, nudging his beak against each one of them as a little greeting. Their peeps reign supreme, getting louder the more he hangs over them. Before you can even smile fondly, Ilya bobs his head and- vomits. 

“Never mind, it’s not cute anymore…” You grimaced, only barely turning your head at the sight of the babies eating. It was a mix of amazing and disgusting and you just couldn’t handle actually watching. 

He looks back up, cooing questioningly at you, only for you to pat his beak again and whisper a cute ‘I love you’ under your breath. 

A bird’s gotta do what a bird’s gotta do, after all. 

(Wanna see something else? Shoot me a message~)

[bearthdaypxrty]

BOLD all that applies to your muse! Feel free to add more!

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Black | Grey | Other

Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other

Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular | Pudgy

Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored | Other

Gender: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | No Gender | Other

Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other

Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Machine/Robot | Other

Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education | Unknown

Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless

Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend | None

Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated

I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused

I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder |

Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave (probably) | Killed someone (we just don’t know)

Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless

Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

Tagged By: stolen borrowed from @inkmachine

Tagging: exotic butters

[instrumentsofcyanide-archive]

Basic Information Meme

EYES: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Red | Gold | Black HAIR: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other ( INK ) BODY TYPE: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular | Pudgy SKIN: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored | Other ( INK ) GENDER: Male | Female | Trans | No Gender | Other SEXUALITY: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual |Demisexual | Other ( ??????? ) ROMANCE: Heteroromantic | Homoromantic |Biromantic | Panromantic | Aromantic | Demiromantic | Other ( ???? ) SPECIES: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other ( Toon ) EDUCATION: High School | College | University | Higher Education | Monastic Education LIVING SITUATION: Lives Alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless | Lives with countless Searchers/Lost ones, ( unfortunately ) Sammy and Alice, Allison, Boris, Tom, etc. | Lived with JDS workers. PARENTS/GUARDIAN: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend | Creator | Cousins RELATIONSHIP: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s Complicated | widowed I’VE BEEN: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I HAVE A(N): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder |  | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: Drank Alcohol | Smoked | Done Drugs | Stolen | Self Harmed | Starved Myself | Had Sex | Had a Threesome | Gotten in a Fist Fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Assumed a Fake Identity | Gone to a Rave | Killed Someone | Been in a War POSITIVE TRAITS: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aggressive | Bossy | Clumsy | Cold | Cynical | Envious | Emotional | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Rebellious | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Swears | Unstable | Violent

TAGGED BY ! @falsechrist

TAGGING !! @cosmicstardreamer | @pxssymxtsu