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mieldreams · 25 days ago

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A Very Cherry Christmas

Summary: A cherry incident that leads to a sweet surprise.

(pt two of A Very Berry Christmas)

pairing: single dad!Anakin x single nurse!reader

warnings: flour galore. and fluff. and a liiittle bit of angst, ft. cursed snowmen.

word count: ~4.6k

a/n: really this is just filler with some fluff and angst but I promise the next one is more fun.

Much to your disappointment, you don’t see the little family for the whole week with work keeping you busy. Seriously why did people’s urges to do dumb shit increase so much more during the holidays? Putting up lights on the roof right after it had snowed – who do you think you are? spiderman? And who the heck stores white paint in maison jars and then proceeds to put it in the pantry? Do you not smell anything before you consume it? And why would anyone ever try to open a gift with a freaking axe, did grandpa just wrap the Christmas tree as a present itself?

You did however have brief interactions with the twins – usually on days when your work shift and their school time coincided. Some days their father was with them and he’d give a single nod of acknowledgment in your direction, and other days they were with that same tan woman with the white hair. The first two days she’d looked curiously in your direction when the twins enthusiastically waved at you across the parking lot, but by the third time she’d given you a small smile in greeting as well.

But the lack of run-ins with the family didn’t keep your mind from drifting to the pretty stranger with the kids. Well, guess he wasn’t that much of a stranger now. You weren’t exactly proud to admit but the handsome man from down the hall had popped up in your thoughts more than you thought appropriate, he was a father after all. But weren’t dilfs the latest hot trend?

Well, at least that's what your best friend told you when you mentioned the events of the previous night at your next shift. She had taken one look at the half-assed bun on your head, the drooping eyebags and the too-large cup of coffee before her dull expression shifted.

"Oh. my. god. You have your cursed happy snowman sweater on."

You had given her an incredulous look, laughing as you gathered your scrubs to change into, "What are you talking about?"

You look down at the oversized white sweater with a snowman face on it. You had gotten it on sale and maybe the slightly crooked smile that made your snowman look a little psychotic had something to do with it, but you thought he was cute, so whatever. "And he is not cursed. Just a little misaligned."

She took a sip of her own coffee while pointing at your torso with a challenging brow, "Whatever you say. But you only wear it whenever something nice or lucky happens. And considering Melanie still hasn't been run over by Santa's sleigh Regina George-style," She turned her head to glare at the dark-haired woman who was scolding the new intern about how 'just because it's Christmas doesn't mean you get to bring all this clown stuff to the hospital. This is a professional setting. Do you think any patient will take you seriously with this stuff?'"

A water bottle. A green and red Christmas-themed water bottle is what she was talking about. The two of you sent another glare in her direction before your best friend continued, "I figured it must be something at home."

Her head suddenly snapped to you, eyes widening in excitement, clicking her fingers to point at you, "Wait! Did you get lucky last night?" She wiggles her brows suggestively.

You gave her a smirk in return, "Very."

"Shut up. Tell me!"

You walked into the changing stall and turned around to face her with a smile, "I actually managed to go to bed before 12 yesterday, well sort of."

"Oh, boo!"

You laughed as you closed the door and started changing into your uniform.

"I said fun as in 'young, wild and free' fun, not 'old lady with back pain' fun."

You shouted over the door, "But I am an old lady with back pain."

You heard your best friend sigh dramatically, "Aren't we all?" But her tone shifts and she's quick to ask you another question, "Wait— what do you mean sort of?"

That's when you told her about last night's events. Well, as much as you could before one of the senior nurses called you to discuss a patient. You left with the promise to tell your best friend more at the end of the shift when the two of you can go out for drinks together now that it's the weekend.

You step out of the stall, turning around to walk backwards, "Oh in return, I heard there's going to be a surprise Christmas mini-parade in the hospital. You know the whole singing, decorating and all that. They're looking for volunteers."

The two of you glanced at Melanie again who was now screaming at another young nurse before your best friend turned to give you a devious smirk, "Oh, I know someone who loves singing and decorating…"

You winked at her before turning on your heel to walk out of the locker room.

There had been an unexpected blizzard later that evening yet the bar had been crowded, nothing surprising considering the holiday season. Your best friend poked and prodded at you for more information on Anakin but every time you only shrugged and told her the same thing, "I only met him properly yesterday, that too in my pyjamas. What do you expect me to know, his parent's address?"

She rolled her eyes, "Of course not. But you said he had a pretty face, so what? Is the seat taken or…?"

You laughed as you scolded her, "He has kids. I don't think any man as gorgeous as that would still be tending to his garden alone." You raised your brows at her in a 'if you know what I mean' way before taking another sip of your drink.

The night continued with more drinks flowing in spirit of the holidays (really it was just an excuse to get drunk but you deserved to let loose after working your ass off the past week) and the two of you definitely had your fun. When the night ended, she dropped you off but not without another teasing smile from the back seat, speaking up before you could shut the door.

"Tell hi to your holiday hunk for me." She winked and you laughed, shaking your head in dismissal as you closed the door.

"It's icy on the roads, get home safe. Text me when you reach."

You spoke just loud enough that the driver would hear you, he better know that you're keeping track of your best friend's location.

She wished you a good night just as the taxi pulled away and then drunkenly waived out of the window in the back as the car took a right.

You sighed as you watched the car drive out of sight, only then did you truly realise how tired you felt, the exhaustion of your shift finally catching up to you. The weariness seeped into your bones and made every step that much heavier, slowing you down even more than the snow on the ground.

You couldn't wait to just get home and fall right into bed. Still, the thoughts of your pretty neighbour didn't leave your mind.

It’s the weekend after and somehow Anakin has ended up in the kitchen with the twins at 12 in the morning, again.

See, serving in wars had changed Anakin in ways he had never imagined. Front lines weren’t exactly a place synonymous with warmth and cheer, not unless you enjoyed the warmth of the blood on your hands and the cheer of the so-called victory his bosses had declared. So Anakin had adapted to fulfil his duties – he built an armour around himself to preserve whatever bit of humanity was left in him, a hardened shell to mimic the comfort that none of them could afford, and he also stopped celebrating. None of their conquests felt worth the blood and loss.

That all changed when the twins were born. While his marriage with Padme had started to feel like trying to reignite a wet piece of wood, the first cries of the twins in that plain clinical room had felt like his whole world was splashed with rainbow confetti. But in a matter of seconds the world flipped on its axis when the doctor walked out of the emergency room they had rushed Padme into, delivering that dreadful news and whispering his condolences. Every day after that he wondered if it was worth it, if any of it was worth it. At first the days seemed to drag on, his routine had become pretty stable after his retirement but now the stability felt suffocating, everything became monotonous, and the responsibility of his newborn babies felt like a task he might just never measure up to.

He had ended up isolating himself for days. Hardly stepping out of the house to only buy things for the twins, though most days even that ended in frustration when he couldn't figure out just which baby formula was the best, or if strollers were better than baby carriers, and can babies eat meat? Should he buy this overpriced baby teething toy or that fancy automatic rocking chair? It all felt too much and he had started questioning if he was even fit for fatherhood.

One day, after managing to get through breakfast with two unusually fussy twins, yet another frustrating trip to the grocery store and a disastrous attempt at dinner that ended with a bleeding thumb and a puréed mess of tomatoes that made his kitchen comparable to a crime scene, he had finally broken. He was barely managing to keep his calm when he accidentally opened the forbidden drawer in a hurry to find old clothes to clean the mess, and that's when he saw it. An old photograph from the early days of their marriage. Back when things were much less complicated and the two of them were still floating on the wings of their honeymoon bliss. Back when hope and love drove their relationship to such great heights, the same love that caused it all to crash and burn.

He had ended up calling Obi Wan in near tears, trying so hard to control his breathing, if only for the sake of the sleeping twins. That night he had gotten a good hour-long talk from both Obi Wan and Ahsoka, who made him promise that he wouldn't retreat into himself like that again, that he'd share his problems and let them help him. The sharing part wasn't too bad but he still struggled with the whole 'chill out Skyguy, we'll take the twins for a park adventure and you can just sit at home and relax'.

Relax. Relax. God, he's not sure he even knows how to do this 'chill out' anymore.

But he tried.

Every day he found new reasons to be – right from 'the twins have started crawling, Snips! Soon they'll be taking their first steps- they're already growing up so fast' to 'AHSOKA! OBI WAN! COME HERE QUICK THEY'RE- THEY'RE- THEY SAID THEIR FIRST WORD!' Somehow the twins had said their first words almost at the exact same time, though Leia despite being younger had beat her brother by a few minutes.

He had gotten embarrassingly tearful when they called him 'Papa' for the first time, giggling when they realised how much it shocked him, speechlessly staring at the twins in their high chairs with his mouth dropped open in disbelief. They then proceeded to ecstatically babble the word over and over again in childish glee to make him laugh till they finally exhausted themselves to sleep.

He had cried some more later that evening when he decided that no matter what happened he was going to try his damn best to give the twins everything they deserve, which in his opinion was something more than this universe even, after all they were his universe. He could never imagine a world without his babies and he would do anything for them.

Which is why when the twins attacked him with their full weight as he was watching the evening news from the couch, Luke quickly taking his place behind his dad to massage his shoulders with suspicious generosity and Leia immediately listing all the things they did that day,

“Papa, Luke and I had winter sports practice today.”

“Yes, princess I remember. How’d it go?”

“It went really good. I won first in the race and Luke won in karate practice today! I only got second because this other guy cheated. And we got two stars for our maths homework!"

"That's really good princess, I'm proud of you both."

"And Papa we cleaned our room today, I even sorted all my puzzles into the correct boxes, even the big solar system one," Luke was the one to speak up this time.

"—'Soka helped us vacuum, but we did everything else on our own."

Luke walks around the couch to stand beside his sister, nodding enthusiastically in agreement, "and Miss Lawrence said I was being very good today—"

"and Miss Tran told me I have improved my handwriting—"

"—Okay, what do you guys want?"

The twins blink up at him owlishly. He narrows his eyes when they don't say anything for a minute, only looking at each other from the corner of their eyes as if having a secret conversation in their minds.

Hmm, if this whole twin telepathy thing he heard about was true, he's not sure he's ever going to win any argument against the kids.

And he doesn't. As soon as the twins request, more like politely order him to bake yet another sweet treat for the weekend, fluttering their doe eyes and pouting their sweet pleas, he's hardly able to hold his argument for a few minutes. He tries reminding them of last weekend's berry incident and even resorts to using the good ol' parental excuse of old age exhausting him. Still, their constant pleading and Leia's final resolution of 'if Papa doesn't help us, we're going to make it ourselves' has him finally giving in.

So now here they are, on another Friday evening, well a really early Saturday morning to be accurate, with their matching baking aprons on and some Christmas tunes playing in the background.

Leia's hunched over the countertop, standing on a chair with her small hands stroking an imaginary beard in contemplation, the way she had seen Uncle Obi do, trying to make sense of the cherry-something recipe her dad found on a stray page from his mother's old cookbook. Luke's swearing on his favourite light-up space-themed sneakers that he won't overeat the cherries this time, and Anakin's trying not to lose his mind pitting a whole two pounds of cherries that make his hands look like he just walked off the set of Saw.

"Hmmm, Papa, after a whole lot of deliberation," Anakin pauses his task to raise a brow at his daughter's wording but Leia continues without hesitation, "I think Gramma was being silly and messing with us."

Anakin knows that his daughter is smarter than most and could probably even best him in an argument but he also knows that her mother's prudence holds strong in her, so he understands that what she actually means is "I think your mother may have been a little cuckoo in the brains and was taking the piss out of you."

He laughs as he takes in the very serious look on his daughter's face, "While I would normally believe you kiddo, I can assure you that this recipe is very much real because your very not-silly-dad has tasted it when your not-silly-grandma made it for me as a kid."

Leia only gives him an unconvinced look before climbing down from the chair to walk over to her brother who was standing over the dining table on another chair. She climbs one beside his to look over the table as well.

She sees that Luke has the entire table covered in stray sheets that have unintelligible writing scrawled all over them. The pages are all frail and yellow and she wonders if her papa was wrong and maybe the book belonged to her great-grandmother instead. The pages also have an odd sort of smell and various stains and discoloured spots all over them that make her wrinkle her nose. Well, this book surely must've been…well-loved she thinks.

"Luke, did you find the missing half of the recipe?"

Her brother frowns, "No…I can't even read any of the stuff written on these pages. And that's impossible because we just learned to read last week!"

Leia sighs with a shake of her head, taking in her brother who's again shuffling the sheets in a desperate attempt to find any page similar to the cherry thing recipe their father claims is real, and then glances back at her father who is now practically strangling the cherries into a bloody pulp when she's sure she read the recipe say mix.

She takes in the mess they have made of their apartment – the random specks of flour scattered on the carpet, the stray groceries spilling out of the bag they abandoned after finding the ingredients, the more loose sheets lying on the floor, and the scattered Christmas decorations that were yet to be put up.

She sighs once again before climbing down from the chair and walking back over to the kitchen. She grabs her tablet from the counter and quickly makes a search before walking over to her father. She says nothing as she simply places the device screen side up right next to the bowl he's got his hands in. Anakin stops his cherry slaughtering to glance down at the screen before looking up at his daughter.

"And what is this?"

"Our new plan."

He raises a brow at that, "and why do we need a new plan?"

"Because our house looks like a crime scene and I don't want to go with CPS?"

"Why do you know what a crime scene is? Or even CPS??"

She rolls her eyes, "I'm five, not stupid."

He glances back at the recipe on his screen, "But this says it only a takes a few minutes to make…"

"Exactly."

He pouts at his daughter, "but I thought our baking sessions were father-babies bonding time..don't you wanna spend time with your old man?"

Luke chimes in from his place on the chair, "You're not old, Papa" he giggles, "Uncle Obi is old."

"Wow hold on, hey champ? I want you to remember that and repeat it for me when I get my phone out, okay?"

He removes his hands from the bowl, scrunching his brows and looking at the ceiling in thought, "Hmmm, you know what, I can't remember the last time I hugged you guys…"

Anakin once again exaggerates his pout as he looks back at the twins, "I miss my darlings so much, I just want to hold you in my arms, don't you wanna give daddy a hug?"

Both the twins immediately shake their heads, wide eyes trying to anticipate his moves.

He takes a step forward and Leia takes a step backwards, Luke's tiny hands tighten on the back of the chair.

"Aww c'mon, I think we should have a big ol' group hug like we always do." He opens his arms and wiggles his cherry-stained sticky fingers at them.

The twins once again frantically shake their heads, but there's smiles threatening to grow on their faces.

"No? Hmm I think you guys will change your mind if we give it a try. C'mere—"

And with that he springs forward, the squeals of the twins echo in the apartment as they scramble to get away from his squirming red fingers like they were some goosebumps monster.

"No, papa!" Leia screams as she runs away from him but her toothy grin and giggles give her away. Luke's laughing as their dad scoops his twin into his sticky arms, her tiny hands fisting his shirt as he tickles her belly before placing her on his shoulders like a rucksack, her endless giggles colouring the air.

His laughter quickly dies down when Anakin turns around to set his eyes on Luke next, a smirk taking over his face as he takes slow deliberate steps in his son's direction and Luke shrieks before breaking out into a full sprint with their father hot on his heels.

It doesn't take more than a few steps for Anakin to catch up with Luke's small feet, picking him up with his other arm to tickle him with the sticky fingers.

Leia's still hanging upside down over his shoulder while Luke's giggling as Anakin blows raspberries against his cheek, trying to get away from the attack but he knows his Papa's arm is strong so there's no escape.

But then Leia spots a weapon of her own. As her dad's too busy terrorizing her twin, she uses his distraction to wiggle out of his hold and land on the counter behind him. She bends down to scoop a handful of the powder spilt on the kitchen counter.

Anakin's laughing at his son who's trying to get rid of the cherry slobber all over him when he feels the 'splat' of something hit his back. He immediately freezes.

There's white powder floating in the air and he can feel the stuff in his hair as he hears a small gasp behind him.

He slowly turns around to face his daughter. She's trying to look innocent, hands behind her back to hide the evidence and eyes avoiding his to look up at the ceiling.

He doesn't say anything as he gently places Luke down. The whole apartment is suddenly quiet and he can tell that the twins are holding their breath.

"Oh, it's on."

And just like that the battle starts. There's flour flying everywhere, bright peals of laughter echoing throughout the room, and paper balls and throw pillows joining the arsenal to make it a full-fledged war.

This continues for a good hour and only ends when Anakin comically steps on a pillow covered in flour and goes zooming across the floor to crash into a wall.

They soon end up cleaning everything up before Anakin sends the twins to shower to get rid of the flour and cherry syrup all over them. In the meanwhile Anakin finishes up the cherry cobbler and throws it in the oven.

When the twins finish showering he asks them to keep an eye on the dish while he takes a shower.

"Promise me you won't try to take it out to taste it when it's still hot," the 'like last time' is left out because they all know what he's referring to, specifically with the pointed look in Luke's direction.

Luke simply avoids his dad's eyes while Leia nods dutifully.

When he's done changing into fresh clothes he walks back into the living room where the twins are watching that cursed snowman movie again. He doesn't understand what they love so much about it, if there was a way to shift to a reality where that abomination doesn't exist, he'd gladly do it.

Leia sees him walking into the kitchen to open the oven and jumps off the couch to follow him with Luke trailing right behind.

He removes the pan from the oven and sets it on the counter, "Hey, do you think we should share some of this with Y/n since she helped us last time?"

Leia is the one who answers, "Yeah, she's nice." She's pointedly looking at Anakin but he isn't sure what she means so he just stares back at her until their stare-off is finally broken by Luke chiming in, "Mhm, her sweater was also very soft."

"Oh right," Anakin had entirely forgotten about it, "we should give that back too."

"But what if she doesn't like cherry cobbler?" Luke speaks up again.

"What if she doesn't like cherries?" Leia joins in.

Well shit he hadn't thought of that either.

He scratches his head.

Hmmm, what if you didn't like cherries? but how could they confirm it? It's not like he could just randomly show up at your door right now at 1 in the morning (again) to ask you if you like cherries or not. Or could he…?

No. No, he definitely can't. There's no way he's going to wake you up and inconvenience you again so late at night. But how could they find out then….?

Anakin quickly shakes his head, "Look we made it for ourselves anyway, we can just give her some of it and if she doesn't like it she can just….give it to someone else or something," you seemed too nice to throw it out but the thought of you giving the food he made to someone else didn't sit right with him for some reason.

"Does that mean we get to see Y/N again?" Luke's excited eyes peep over the opposite edge of the counter.

"Nope. At least not today buddy, not right now."

His words are immediately followed by whining from the twins.

"Aww, why not, I wanna give her the sweater back myself—"

"That's not fair, we helped make it too, Papa just wants to talk to her alone—"

"I do not!"

He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose before straightening up, "Okay, how about this, it's really late right now and we don't want to disturb her again, right? So what if the two of you write her thank you notes that we can stick on the box that we'll give her?"

"Okay!" Both the twins scramble to gather their markers and paper, racing each other to the bedroom for dibs on the glitter pens.

After the twins are done with their notes, Anakin takes them with the promise to give them to you along with the cherry cobbler.

What they don't know is that Anakin's snuck in a little note of his own. Nothing too long, just a simple

'Thank you for last weekend.

Have a Cherry Christmas.'

And it's the first thing you see when you open your door the next morning, you can't help the smile that takes over your face when you read it, standing in your doorway still in the ugly snowman sweater you fell asleep in.

You look down at the tupperware before opening its lid to the most tasty-looking dessert, taking a delicious whiff before closing the lid again.

You hold the 2 cards that came with it in between your lips as you pick up the tupperware with both arms, opening your door and hip checking it to close behind you.

The weekend couldn't have started better really, you can't wait to read the notes and dig into this delicious treat.

You drop off the box on the kitchen counter to open the Christmas themed note cards, greeted by multiple drawings of snowmen and candy canes and even an ambiguous red circle, something you assume is a cherry? a red ball? tomato?? No, it has to be cherry right? But then why did one of them have these mistletoe-like leaves? and who're the two people holding hands underneath it?

You assume it's the twins but the artistic choices are a little...creative so it's hard to make out.

You pull out a spoon and open the lid to scoop up some of the cobbler as you take turns to read each of the notes scribbled in adorable kindergartener handwriting.

The dish is absolutely scrumptious, melting in your mouth with it's sweet tartiness, but what melts your heart is the sweet messages written on the inside of the cards with glitter hearts around them.

You decide this is definitely going on the fridge.

a/n: this was supposed to come out almost a month ago but here we are. it seems I can just never be on schedule...one might as well compare me to local public transit systems -_- so apologies, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

if u did pls like and comment! a little interaction goes a long way ;)

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idontplaytrack · 1 month ago

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heyyy! First I love your fics!! Hoping for some more regressed janis! My idea is she’s out with damian and regina in public and she accidently regresses and gets really mad/ upset. Tantrum level. They have to take her home and tell her why it wasn’t ok to throw a fit.

✧ Freak the freak out

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George (ft. Damian Hubbard)

Warnings: age regression, tantrums, crying, implied domestic violence, bit of coarse language, fluffy ending

Enjoy this short little drabble. I hope

“Janis!�� Regina hollered, running after the petite brunette in the carnival crowd.

“What—” Damian stares at the chaos in front of him, startled. He was holding onto a churro in one hand, half-eaten. And also Janis’ slushie on the other.

The blonde’s head whipped around, and she spoke through gritted, “Help me, Hubbard.”

The guy gulped and quickly caught up.

“You carry on running and we’re going right home!” Regina warned. Janis slowed to a halt at this threat, she didn’t want to go home yet— she was having fun.

“I told you not to get her the slushie.” Regina huffed.

“It’s just one thing, Reg.” Damian sighed, “She isn’t usually this easily hopped up on sugar.” He swiftly pulled her back by her shirt, “I’m gonna stop you right there because you’re girlfriend’s gonna give you an ass whooping if you make her run any more.”

“I am not that violent, bitch.” Regina snorted, glaring at Damian jokingly. Janis sulked, Regina put an arm around her shoulder. “Cheer up. I only told you not to run because it’s dangerous. I don’t want you to fall and get hurt.”

Janis wriggled free from Regina’s hold and sulked the rest of her way through the night. Even though she was quietly just sipping on her slushie now, Regina knew something was going to go wrong. It was not the first time. And of course, Regina was right. She usually was. After three tries at a carnival game, Regina was down six bucks but still couldn’t win a prize for Janis. Usually, the Hawaiian would simply be bummed. But tonight, she just…screeched and started crying.

Damian and Regina stared at each other, completely stunned. “Yeah, we’re going home.” Regina decided, going back to her car with Damian and holding Janis close. “Come on, baby.”

At this point, Janis wasn’t even looking at where she was going, her face buried in Regina’s side as she wept. Regina hands the keys over to Damian when the shorter girl showed no sign of letting her go. “It’s okay.” Regina held her face by the chin, Janis just looked away, pouting. “C’mon, what’s wrong?” Regina sighed quietly.

Janis doesn’t talk, but the tears just keep flowing. Regina knew Janis really wanted that stuffed panda, but wasting money on that game wasn’t the way to go. She would rather just buy it for Janis at the store. And she was going to. ”It’s not okay to just scream and cry in public like that, Jan.”

“I know.” Janis sulked, “…’m sorry. Is not nice.”

The rest of the ride home to Regina’s was filled with uncomfortable silence. Regina didn’t know what else to do but hold her. She knew Janis was regressed, and had been for the entirety of the evening, but Regina only wished she knew what caused it this time so she could help her better.

“You sure you don’t want me to stick around for a while?”

“We’re fine, go home. It’s late.” Regina smiled appreciatively, “I got this.”

“Alright, good night. If you need anything, contact me.”

Regina leads Janis up to her room, closing the door behind them both. “What’s the matter?” Regina asked, crouching down to Janis’ eye level as she sat Janis down on her bed.

Janis shook her head, mumbling, “ I dunno.” Then she started sobbing again, and apologizing ever so often. “Did Cady make you watch a scary movie?”

“No.” Janis mumbled, “Sad.”

“Oh.” Regina had a similar frown on her face, “I’ll get you that panda soon, baby. I promise.”

“…’m scared, too.”

“Why, baby? What happened?”

“Mama threw something.”

“What? At you?”

“I made her mad.” Janis nodded.

“Oh, you’re okay now. I promise, I’m right here.”

“I don’t like it.” Janis choked on a sob, “Feel funny.”

Regina’s brows furrowed together, studying Janis closely. Then she sees that Janis had a hand on her chest, massaging it like it was hurting. “It goes so fast.”

“Baby, look at me.” Regina held her chin, “Look at me, okay?”

“Reggie, help me. I don’t like dis—”

“Janis, I’m gonna need you to look at me, kiddo.” Regina repeated firmly, “Do what I do, breathe. In and out.”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Baby, you can. You got this, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I promise you.”

Took some time, but Regina got Janis calm again. And asleep. Calm, and asleep. Perfect. But her back was starting to hurt after being on her feet all day. When Regina tried to set Janis down, she woke up, “No, stay.”

“I know, I know.” Regina hummed, “I just want to set you down because my back doesn’t feel good. But I’m gonna snuggle with you, alright?”

Janis agreed after some seconds, “…kay.”

At last, Regina carefully put Janis on the mattress then laid down next to her. At least this way, they were both happy and Regina didn’t have to deal with a heck of a flare up of her back pain the next day.

“You feel better?” Regina asks, watching Janis’ face. As Regina brushed the hair out of her eyes, Janis smiled softly, “Mhm.”

“That’s great, sweetie.” Regina stroked her cheek with her thumb, smiling in relief.

“Thank you Reggie.” Janis laughed sleepily, eyes cheekily peeling open. Regina grinned, pinching her cheek, “Don’t you wanna sleep, hm?”

Janis giggled, nodded her head then snuggled closer. Instinctively, the blonde’s arms around her tightened. “G’night.” Janis murmured, face smushed up against Regina's chest.

“Good night, sweet love.” Regina planted a kiss to her forehead, “Good night. I love you.”

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This was sitting in my requests since October😭 I really need to stop taking my time—

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mortissez · 1 year ago

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al encontrarse con el camarilla que era la ultima persona que esperaba ver. busca los ojos al humano y le ordena que se vaya, al igual que al cainita, que se fue enojado. se cruzó de brazos y volteó hacia el contrario, lo observa con la cabeza inclinada hacia abajo y los ojos mirando hacia arriba desde debajo de las cejas. " ¿te estás divirtiendo tomando vitae de las ratas que exprimieron en esos vasos que venden por ahí? apuesto a que es sangre más digna para un perro fiel como tú. " achica los ojos en sospecha, sin quitarla la vista de encima. " ¿cómo es que siempre apareces donde no te llaman? ¿estás obsesionado conmigo? " arquea las cejas fugazmente. " es algo preocupante, tu fijación por los lasombra. "

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Observa el intercambio de la muchacha con otro vástago, y termina por bufar en voz alta, para atraer la atención de ambos. "No lo hagas. Seguro tiene otras intenciones de por medio. ¿Qué clase de lasombra ofrece sus presas así como así?" cuestiona, cruzándose de brazos. El otro vástago ya parece dudar del ofrecimiento. @mortissez

#bueno... esto salió #su momento más regina george JAJAJAJAJADGNS #𓈒 🗝 ˚ ׅ𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒ㅤㅤ៸ㅤㅤthreads .#ft. aren.

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2gayy2functionnn · 8 months ago

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Pool Party-

A little story based on my alignment chart for pool parties. FT everyone making fun of jsnis the whole time basically.

here it is for reference!!! ^^^

She really didn’t want to do this. Janis thought to herself as she stood outside the large george mansion.

“Janis let’s go!” Damian shouts behind the girl as he begins pushing her forward.

“Can’t we just go back and finish our movie” She groans digging her heels into the ground.

“And be antisocial for senior year. No thank you”

Janis crosses her arms and continues to dig in her heels stopping herself from moving any further.

“Janis, if you don’t stop acting like a child. I’ll treat you like one. Than i’ll have to carry you inside and you’ll be really embarrassed”

“Damian I don’t wanna be here!” She argues stomping her foot before she can stop herself.

Damian raises an eyebrow at her before sighing and walking in front of her.

“I know she was a complete asshole to you. She really has put in an effort to change though. Listen if she’s rude to you one more time we can call it quits and go home and watch the movie and never hang out with them again. Yeah?”

“What about senior year” She mocks crossing her arms.

“I’ll have you and it’ll be ok”

Janis nearly melts at that and she leans in and hugs her bestfriend (which never happens).

“Hey losers you gonna come in or keep sexing on my driveway!” A loud voice yells interrupting the moment between the two.

Janis shoves damian away with a blush. Janis is not soft so she doesn’t hug. Her cover was nearly blown.

“Ready?” Damian asks janis who sighs dramatically.

“That’s a dumb question”

“Let’s gooo!” Regina yells opening the door further.

“Janis walk now or i’ll pick your little ass up” Damian threatens standing and up and stretching his back.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Janis shouts putting her hands on her hips.

Damian raises his eyebrow in his famous try me face and janis stomps to the door where the blonde stands.

“Janis, lovely to see you” Regina grins.

“Go back to hell” Janis scoffs before it turns to a squeak as she’s pulled back by her shirt from passing the blonde.

“She’s sorry” Damian says as he guides the girl by her shirt like a leash.

“No i’m not!” Janis yells before its muffled as Damian claps his hand over her mouth.

“Bite me you’re dead!” Regina heard Damian yell as they walk outside. Regina giggles softly and grabs the extra towels before following them outside.

Damian pulls off his shirt and poses in his rainbow striped swim shorts before jumping in. Gretchen lays on the side in a lean chair chatting with cady while karen splashes on the steps of the shallow section. Aaron floats on his back in the middle of the water.

Janis throws her towel down on the chair. Walking over to the side of the pool and dipping her foot in.

She tosses a football at damian’s head who’s floating on the water after it hits him and he shouts angrily she gets lectured by three different people about pool safety.

After her friends act too much like adults for her liking she walks to the side of the pool and starts sorting through the toys on the side. She grabs a large water gun and looks at Cady, Regina and Gretchen on the side in the lawn chairs. She smirks grabs an extra gun and hands it to karen telling her the plan.

5 minutes later with matching shit eating grins on their faces Janis and Karen walk over to the girls hiding behind their lawn chairs as they talk about nails.

Janis spins and shoots the water at the girls who all squeal and cover their faces. Karen does the same giggling and jumping up and down as she shoot’s gretchen with water. Bored with the amount of water coming out She undos the holder and tips it over spilling the water all over regina.

She grins at the drenched blonde whose hands move into fists.

“Janis Elizabeth Imi’ike” Regina says in a weirdly calm but angry tone standing up and looking down at the girl she towers over.

“Hey” Janis smirks innocently. The rest of them watch on in both fear and amusement. Karen sits next to gretchen who dragged her down and ruffled her hair in retaliation.

Janis and Regina continue in a staring match. Before Janis raises the gun up one more time and lets the last squirt of water hit the blonde right in her face.

Regina’s eyes narrow further as she screams angrily and reaches forward grabbing the small brunette. She grabs her by the back of her shirt and drags her to the side of the pool.

“you think that was funny” Regina asks spinning the girl to face her.

“Hilarious” Janis smirks. Regina smirks back at her mockingly.

“I hope you find this funny too” Regina says before leaning down and lifting her up. A hand around her waist and one around her leg.

“No don’t! This is my favorite shirt!” Janis yells twisting in the hold.

“Should’ve thought about that before drenching me in water!” Regina shouts adjusting her hold on the girl. She looks down at the girl in her arms and smirks.

“Have a nice swim” She says before leaning back and tossing the flailing girl into the deep end. Janis hits the water on her back immediately yelping at the contact.

She swims up wiping her hair from her face and climbs out of the pool an annoyed look on her face. She takes her drenched shirt and shorts off setting them on the lawn chair and wringing them out.

She grumbles to herself as she does so before taking a deep breath and climbing back in the water ignoring regina who continues to smirk at her.

She swims over to damian who makes fun of her for a few minutes before they chill and talk about school until they are interrupted by a large yell.

“let’s play chicken!” cady shouted a bright smile covering her face. Karen cheered along at the idea.

“I can ref” Gretchen offered softly coming and sitting on the edge apprehensively. Regina sat next to her and offered to ref too.

“No way Regina! we need an even number!” Janis shouts splashing at the blonde. Still angry at the tall girl.

“It’s too cold” Regina grumbles crossing her arms “plus chlorine is like really bad for my hair.”

Janis mocks her before swimming over only to be stopped by damian grabbing her, an arm hooked around her waist and stopping her from moving.

“What are you doing?” she shouts exasperated. Flailing her arms in the water slapping at the taller boys arms.

“Saving you from your own bad choices” damian shoots back turning to the blonde still holding his angry friend.

“Come on Regina, your hair will look fabulous no matter what, can you just come in?” Damian offers batting his eyes. Regina sighs but slowly lowers herself into the water, wincing at the cold.

“Great! So i’m with aaron obviously!” Cady says wrapping an arm around him. Janis continues to fight at damian’s arm still trapping her.

“Do i have to be with her?” damian sighs dramatically and motions to the small girl in his arm.

“Rude!” Janis yells as Regina snorts.

“No Damian you can pick whomever you’d like” Cady says helpfully.

“Whomever” Janis mocks fidgeting.

“Karen want to team?” Damian asks the tall girl who nods happily her eyes widened.

“Hey! That leaves me with the monster!” Janis supplies still fidgeting in his arm.

“You’ll be fine” he rolls his eyes and lets go of his hold causing her to sink and gulp a lot of water.

“Fuck you!” she shouts as she comes back up for air with a gasp, ignoring her friends laughs.

She swims softly over to regina still grumbling.

“Climb on” Regina sighs lowering herself into the water.

“What no way!” Janis scoffs shaking her head.

Regina tilts her head and look at the girl.

“What?”

“I’m not getting on your shoulders! You get on mine” Janis challenged lowering herself in the water.

“Janis seriously, you can’t even touch.”

“Yes I can!”

“Janis seriously, you were going to get on damian’s!” She shouts ignoring her.

“Well damian doesn’t hate me!” Janis shoots back crossing her arms.

“Jesus Janis, I don’t hate you. I never have. I’m so so sorry for the way I treated you, but i promise it wasn’t out of hate!”

“Than what was it out of?”

“That’s not important can you just get on, before we get disqualified or some shit?”

Janis grumbles and looks up at her again. She mumbles something.

“What was that?” the blonde asks moving closer.

“I said i…” She says trailing off again.

“Seriously Janis, I can’t hear you!”

“I don’t like heights!” She shouts. Regina laughs holding a hand out on her side.

“I’m sorry, I just”

“Ok ok, wrap it up” janis grumbles embarrassed.

“Ok i’m sorry, it’s just kind of funny”

“no it’s not!”

“Ok, Im sorry. I promise i’ll hold on to you though and if you fall you’ll hit water so it’ll be ok. Yeah?”

“Yeah” Janis agrees softly and swims around behind the blonde and presses her hands on her shoulder.

“Go down” She whispers softly. Regina gulps but begins to slowly lower herself. She resists the urge to gasp as she feels tiny nails rake across her neck and pull her wet hair from behind the neck and lightly toss it over the one shoulder.

“Ready?” Janis asks.

“Ready” Regina replies with a gulp as she sinks and the short girl hoists her self onto her shoulders and immediately grabs the blondes head.

“Oh fuckkkk, this is high” Janis squeaks wrapping her arm around the blondes head.

“Janis Stop” regina grunts shaking her head. The brunette grabs her head tighter.

“Come on we don’t got all day!” Damian shouts as karen sits on his shoulders and picks at his earring. Cady and aaron are in their own world trying to recreate the spiderman kiss, with cady atop his shoulders.

Regina grins as they move in closer and janis’s grip tightens and her legs lock under her arm pits in an attempt to stay still.

“Jay, I promise, I got you. I won’t let you go” Regina whisper. Although she can’t see the girls reaction she feels the hold loosen a bit.

“Ready teams?” Gretchen asks.

“Ready” Damian smirks at Janis. Mocking threatening glances at her.

“Wait!” Janis shouts causing everyone to halt and look at her.

“Janis?” Gretchen asks looking at the girl.

“I- Nevermind” she says glaring back at damian who smirks at her.

“Ready set go!” Gretchen yells as the teams move to each other. Janis shoves at a slippery carts shoulder and watches as she immediately falls off.

“Aaron and Cady are out!” Gretchen yells in an announcer voice. Damian moves closer to them. Janis stays firm on her shoulders as she and karen shove at each other. Both are pretty evenly matched and staying strong on their partners shoulders.

“Come on Janis!” Regina yells up to her partner. The brunette continues to shove at the tall girl when she feels a grip on her ankle. She looks down eyes wide.

Damian smirks as he grabs her ankle and drags her foot towards her. He begins to scratch at the ball of her foot. Janis squeals and squirms sideways on regina’s shoulders trying desperately to move away from him.

“No! Cheating!” Janis squeals moving on the shoulders. Regina raises an eyebrow at the girls laughing but keeps her hands on the girls thighs not letting her go.

Karen takes the chance and shoves at her. Janis goes to fall back ready to give up but regina grips her further refusing to let get down.

“Janis Imi’ike! I’m not losing this game because you’re ticklish!” Regina snarls holding the girls thighs still as she continues to squirm almost screeching at this point. Regina was way to competitive some times and it seemed she was really desperate to win this one.

“Please!” Janis screeches yanking at regina’s hands on her thighs. Damian continues to tickle her foot laughing maniacally.

“Janis you fall, i’ll get you worse than Damian would.” Regina warns the girls who’s red in the face.

With a final tug janis removed regina’s hands and falls backwards escaping the tickling fingers.

Regina groans as she hits the water.

“The winners! Damian and Karen!” Gretchen cheers.

“They cheated!” Regina yells splashing the girl on the side. Janis stands up fixing her hair in the water crossing her arms a large blush on her face.

“I have never lost a game of chicken in my life you little shit.” Regina says spinning to the girl and sticking a finger in her face.

“Chill Gina, it’s just a game” Janis rolls her eyes glaring at Damian.

“Watch your back shrimp” Regina says climbing out of the pool and sitting next to gretchen continuing her complaining of the cheating.

“I hate you!” Janis shouts splashing water at her large friend who swims over smirking. Damian places a hand on his chest.

“I’m crushed” He pouts standing next to her.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Janis groans.

“Well technically, I didn’t tell anyone” Damian smirks batting his eyes “plus you telling me you didn’t like the squirming on top of regina” He teases.

“I’ll kill you!” Janis shouts throwing herself at the boy.

“Careful Jan Jan! Now everyone knows your secret.” He cackles holding her at arm length away.

“Oi! Children! Snacks are here” Regina yells from the side of the pool. Damian smirks and pulls Janis closer.

“I bet Regina liked it” Damian whispers in her ear patting her on the head. Janis blushes and follows him out of the pool and sits next to the rest of the group on the small outside couch.

Chatter rings around while janis sits on the end crossing her arms a pout still on her face. Regina sits on the other side the same expression.

“Guys it’s just a game” Cady tries to mediate when both of them shout “shut up!” in sync.

They turn and look at each other eyes narrowing.

Cady takes a deep breath. This is going to be a long night.

#mean girls 2024 #janis imi'ike #regina george #rejanis #aaron samuels #cady heron #damien hubbard #karen smith #gretchen wieners

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artsy-the-little-pink-pencil · 3 months ago

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Hey guys, so I was watching TADC again and I just could not get over the amount of abstracted characters and I started wondering how they abstracted and who they were as people? So I did just that! Happy reading

Sparky - She was a girl who was just an absolute pick me. She radiated toxic positivity, she was like the mean popular girl, think of Ocean O’conell from Ride the Cyclone or Regina George from Mean Girls. She was two faced, passive aggressive, and talked shit about everyone behind everyone’s back.

Reason she abstracted: Queenie called her out on her bullshit and everyone agreed they felt the same, Sparky felt alone and worthless, cue abstraction.

Age when she joined: 19

Age when she abstracted: 31

Height: 5’7

Age Now: 35

Fave Color: Golden Yellow

Sexuality and Gender: Straight Ally (Closeted Lesbian) Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ESFP

Zodiac: Gemini

Home State/Country: Texas (French American)

Birthday: May 25 1989

Year she joined: 2008

Year she abstracted: 2020

Voice Claim: SquaisheyQuack

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Spike - The big seemingly intimidating gym guy but is actually the super nice uncle who helps you with sets, life advice, and is a super good friend. Doesn’t judge anyone, holds no grudges, and is kind of a himbo. Very tall and muscular.

Reason he abstracted: experience workout burnout, got overweight and depressed, and no one was there for him like he was for them.

Age when he joined: 30

Age when he abstracted: 43

Height: 20 ft (On all fours) 55 ft (on hind legs)

Age Now: 48

Fave Color: Purple

Sexuality and Gender: Straight Ally Genderfluid

Pronouns: All Pronouns are fine

Personality Type: ENFJ

Zodiac: Leo

Home State/Country: Florida (Australian American)

Birthday: Aug 10 1976

Year he joined: 2006

Year he abstracted: 2019

Voice Claim: Greg Eagles (Grim from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)

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Bliptzy - Very naive child who believes everything she is told. Easily manipulated and led astray. 100% adopted by Kinger and Queenie. Treated everyone with kindness and was loved by all. She was always around to help the others with tasks, she was almost like a butler to them and was proud of it. She is the result of gentle parenting that worked. Until she hit her teenage years.

Reason she abstracted: Once she hit her teenage years, she started hating her body, wishing she could leave and go home to her actual parents, she started lashing out at others, treating others like shit and constantly throwing tantrums.

Age when she joined: 9

Age when she abstracted: 20

Height: 3’2

Age Now: 25

Fave Color: Lavender

Sexuality and Gender: Non-Binary and Pansexual

Pronouns: It/It’s

Personality Type: ESFJ

Zodiac: Virgo

Home State/Country: Nevada (Canadian American)

Birthday: Aug 31 1999

Year it joined: 2009

Year it abstracted: 2019

Voice Claim: Cozy Glow (MLP)

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Pinkie - Another Himbo, but very shy and is easily swayed by other’s opinions, to the point where they had none of their own, no opinions, no boundaries, no wants or desires, and no identity of their own, only going by what other people said about them. They are the walking definition of a people pleaser and yet somehow, no one liked them for that. They never even had a real connection with anyone there, they just lurked around the circus. Used arm canes.

Reason they abstracted: Realised they had no identity, no opinions, no boundaries, and no one even liked them for what they were.

Age when they joined: 16

Age when they abstracted: 18

Height: 10’0

Age Now: 25

Fave Color: Pink

Sexuality and Gender: Androsexual and Bigender

Pronouns: He/Him, She/Her

Personality Type: INFP

Zodiac: Libra

Home State/Country: Michigan (Indian American)

Birthday: Sep 24 1999

Year he joined: 2015

Year he abstracted: 2017

Voice Claim: Rebecca Root (Misabel from Moominvalley)

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Stringly - A mute and deaf teenager who was bullied the majority of his life. The “Alpha kid”, the “Ricky Potts” kid. Very wild imagination and loved computer games and reading comics. Never went outside unless he had to. Is autistic and has many fidget toys that he hates sharing. Despite being mute, he makes up for that by being overly animated, like a Disney cartoon. Definitely a furry

Reason he abstracted: Realised he will never be able to express his emotions verbally, he wished to speak but never could, his thoughts were only trapped in his mind, and no one could understand what he was trying to say. Just like in real life, he felt alone with no one on his side. Don’t ask why he has a British accent, no one knows.

Age when he joined: 17

Age when he abstracted: 29

Height: 6’6

Age Now: 32

Fave Color: Orange

Sexuality and Gender: Gay and Demiboy

Pronouns: He/They

Personality Type: INFJ

Zodiac: Pisces

Home State/Country: South Carolina (Indian American)

Birthday: March 2 1992

Year he joined: 2009

Year he abstracted: 2021

Voice Claim: StampyLongHead

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Jackles - a Jack-in-the-box who is always overly dramatic and sad. Obsessed with Shakespeare, Macbeth and English History. He’s a pick me but in like, “Oh I’m not gonna get the lead, why would anyone pick me” kind of way. Is always looking for attention and putting himself down to get said attention. He fakes being depressed and heavily yearns for attention just like any theatre kid. Says he’s horrible at singing, but is actually really good and can sing baritone opera.

Reason he abstracted: He actually did become depressed, but by then everyone had already realised it was an act and didn’t care when he went no contact with anyone leaving him to his thoughts.

Age when he joined: 23

Age when he abstracted: 30

Height: 7’5

Age Now: 33

Fave Color: Grey

Sexuality and Gender: AroAce and Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/They

Personality Type: INFJ

Zodiac: Scorpio

Home State/Country: Idaho (Italian African American)

Birthday: Nov 12 1991

Year he joined: 2014

Year they abstracted: 2021

Voice Claim: Astarion (BG3)

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Mippsy - Literally the most basic girl ever, no personality, no aspirations, no talent, no style, no nothing. The most blank stare ever, the biggest bimbo around, dead weight, No thoughts, head empty, not a single thought behind those eyes, extremely forgetful, has the iq of a goldfish cracker, think of Karen from Mean Girls or Heather MacNamera from Heathers.

Reason she abstracted: One day she suddenly became hyper-aware of her surroundings, what she was and the fact that she was just a puppet both figuratively and literally.

Age when she joined: 15

Age when she abstracted: 27

Height: 4’9

Age Now: 29

Fave Color: Pale Aqua

Sexuality and Gender: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ISFJ

Zodiac: Pisces

Home State/Country: Iowa (American)

Birthday: Feb 19 1995

Year she joined: 2010

Year she abstracted: 2022

Voice Claim: Karen (Mean Girls the Musical)

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Wizzy - A very calm and wise sorcerer. Has always been able to look into the future and tell others exactly how their day will go. Is always the voice of reason and was a dad figure to all, even Ragatha. He would put on magic shows for the others when they were feeling down, but yet no one did the same for him. Always spoke in magic tongues, only Jackles understood what he was saying. He could fly and help Caine with coming up with adventures. (This was before I learned about his actual form and just went off of the very blurry frame in the pilot)

Reason he abstracted: He looked into the future and saw that he was going to abstract and tried his hardest not to.

Age when he joined: 26

Age when he abstracted: 39

Height: 7’1

Age Now: 48

Fave Color: Electric Blue

Sexuality and Gender: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality Type: INTP

Zodiac: Aquarius

Home State/Country: Louisiana (Romanian American)

Birthday: Feb 1 1976

Year he joined: 2002

Year he abstracted: 2015

Voice Claim: God (Prince of Egypt)

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Venus - A very promiscuous woman, who always knew what she was worth. Very confident in herself and never let anyone change her mind about herself, not even Jax, but would get upset and angry easily, and with each outburst, her leaves and flowers fell apart more and more. She then became too hard on herself and forced herself to stay beautiful forever. (This was before I learned about her actual form and just went off of the very blurry frame in the pilot)

Reason she abstracted: She lost her confidence and beauty with each outburst and lost herself in her chase after her once perfect form.

Age when she joined: 21

Age when she abstracted: 29

Height: 8’0

Age Now: 34

Fave Color: Leaf Green

Sexuality and Gender: Lesbian and Trans Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ESTP

Zodiac: Taurus

Home State/Country: North Carolina (Greek American)

Birthday: April 21 1990

Year she joined: 2011

Year she abstracted: 2019

Voice Claim: Queen Chrysalis (MLP)

💚💚💚

Kaufmo - Was a loveable clown and always made jokes and acts for the others. He was a typical clown, with an over the top Roger Rabbit like voice. At first the others enjoyed his acts, as it was a nice distraction from the day’s traumatic adventure, same for him, he often used humour to cope with his trauma and eventually, his “jokes” became self deprecating and condescending to others, which then led to jabs and passive aggressive remarks of the others actions. He soon grew bitter of his friends, and the circus in general, finally seeing the hell that it was.

Reason he abstracted: After becoming more bitter and bitter over the years, his jokes declined and drove a wedge between himself and his friends, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

Age when he joined: 19

Age when he abstracted: 38

Height: 6’3

Age Now: 39

Fave Color: Neon Yellow

Sexuality and Gender: Bisexual, Panromantic, Demisex/rom Cis male

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality Type: ENTP

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Home State/Country: Alabama (Irish American)

Birthday: Nov 30 1985

Year he joined: 2004

Year he abstracted: 2023

Voice Claim: Jack Black

💛💛💛

Queenie - A wonderful woman who was the mother figure to all. She was very kind and caring, always giving advice when asked, and was always so put together and calm, even during the most dangerous of situations, she always had a plan for everything. Was very fun to be around, despite her grandeur, she had a youthfulness to her. Was very competitive and hated losing to anyone.

Reason she abstracted: Over the years, the pressure of being “Queen” got to her head and became narcissistic, truly believing she was the queen of not only the circus, but the world, she thought the world revolved around her and everyone was but a mere peasant in her eyes, even Kinger would be afraid of her wrath. If anyone were to dare disobey her, a world of hell would be brought upon them, she’d make their life a living hell and never forgive them. But once Jax destroyed her garden to “humble” her, she lost it, demanding that Jax fix it at once but Jax only told her, “This is just a game, and your status means nothing here” she abstracted on the spot. Kinger has never trusted him since.

Age when she joined: 26

Age when she abstracted: 43

Height: 6’9

Age Now: 49

Fave Color: Blood Red

Sexuality and Gender: Straight Ally and Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ESTJ

Zodiac: Capricorn

Home State/Country: Birmingham England (English) Moved to Minnesota when she was little

Birthday: Dec 26 1975

Year she joined: 2001