#...a significant amount of this was put together while staying up until 2am watching fall out boy amvs. yes it's 2023.

[chiropteracupola]

If it strikes your fancy, for kiss prompts-A king and a herald, 19? (I'm not in any of your other fandoms lmao)

19. a kiss for luck

[ouronlyangelhes]

Will It Get Easier?: Harry Styles One Shot

When you had thought of the person that you were going to spend the rest of your life with, you always imagined it would be Harry. Nobody else ever came to mind. He had all of the qualities that you knew would make him the best husband and father. For years, that’s all you two talked about, getting married and eventually starting a family. Until one day, those talks seemed like a distant memory of a life you almost had. A little after three years together, you and Harry parted ways.

Both of you had been burnt out and not fully invested in the relationship anymore. With the crazy antics of life the little things turned into big arguments and nothing seemed to work anymore. It had been a little over seven months since thing ended between the two of you. No break up is ever easy, but this one has proven to be extremely difficult. Harry was someone that you never wanted to picture having to get over. He was the one you pictured getting married to and going on family vacations with. You had been doing your best to move forward with your life and let go of your relationship with him.

It’s not easy. It takes time to slowly forget all of those memories and plans you’d made together. It takes time to let go of the past and be okay with moving ahead. It was the days when you would find one of his old tee shirts or a Polaroid from a trip you’d taken together that would hit you the hardest. You weren’t one of those exes who burned and got rid of things belonging to your ex significant other. Things had ended in a sad but mutual way and you will always have a tremendous amount of love in your heart for him.

For the first few weeks after the two of you broke up, Harry would call you late after he’d been out with his friends to tell you how much he missed you. The calls slowly began to decrease, while you had enjoyed being something that was on his mind you were happy knowing that he was finally being able to let go.

At least you thought he was letting go.

It’s Friday night and you had decided to go to bed early to catch up on some rest.

You heard your doorbell going off around 2am accompanied by aggressive knocking on the door. You made your way down the stairs and turned on the light, you looked through the peep hole to find Harry.

“What the hell are you doing Harry, it’s 2 in the morning?” You asked sounding annoyed.

“‘M drunk and I missed yeh. Can I come in?” He asked you.

“Yeah I guess.” You said as you opened the door further.

“I was just out and I realized how close I was to your place so I thought of you. I just wanted to check and see how you’ve been.” He asked as he sat down on your couch.

“I’ve been fine Harry. I am glad you stopped by and that you’re okay but you can’t do this. You can’t be here.” You said.

“I know I shouldn’t but I missed you. I love you and I just wanted to make sure that you were good.” He said.

“You just can’t show up here and the middle of the night and tell me that you love me. We’re broken up. You’re not suppose to say things like that. I’m trying to get over you and that’s really freaking hard when you show up here.” You said.

“Maybe we aren’t suppose to get over each other. We made a mistake in breaking up. You know that we should be together. Remember how great we were. We talked about marriage and kids and I never wanted that with anyone else.”

“We used to be good. But that’s the point we were good until we weren’t anymore. I can’t go through this again with you. It hurt too bad. I can’t do this rollercoaster of emotions, I was finally doing ok and here you are again showing up at my door. It’s not ok.” You said to him.

“I get it. I’ll go.” He said as he got up off the couch.

“No! You’ve been drinking you don’t need to be out this late wandering around anyways. Just stay. You can sleep on the couch and leave in the morning.” You said as you opened the closet to grab some blankets out for Harry.

“Thanks.” He said as he watched you make up the couch for him.

You turned the light off in the living room and headed up the stairs towards your room. You were all tucked in when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“Y/N.” Harry said as he opened the door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked him.

“Can I stay in here with you? I know that I shouldn’t be asking you for anything I’ve already intruded enough, I just miss you. Just for tonight. One last cuddle. I promise I will behave myself.” Harry said to you.

“Yeah, I guess. Come here.” You said as you motioned for him.

“I miss cuddling with you.” He said as he cozied up next to you, just like he use to. He was always so warm and so cuddly. He had this way of making you feel so secure and loved all at the same time. That was something you had missed for sure. But you couldn’t allow yourself to miss it too much or you would fall back into the old swing of things.

“I know you do.” You said trying to avoid too much emotion.

“Goodnight.” Harry said as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Goodnight Harry.” You said back to him.

To be honest it was one of the best nights of sleep you had in a while. Sleeping next to Harry was always something that you’d enjoyed and now you were going to have to go back to living without that. You woke up and found the bed empty and cold beside you. All that remained of Harry from last night was a note that he had left on the pillow.

Thank you again for putting up with me last night. I really don’t know what came over me and caused me to come by your place but thanks for not turning me away. I guess I just really needed to see you. I’m sorry if me coming by caused you any disruption or put you out in anyway. It was good to see you again. Let’s try to catch up one day when we are in a better place. H xx

You knew better place meant when he would no longer say “I love you” without feeling an intense amount of love for you. To be honest, you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to hang out with Harry. The feelings that you had for him were ones that consumed every bone in your body. Harry wasn’t someone you could simply get over. He was someone you were going to learn how to live without.

Four more agonizing months had passed since Harry paid that unexpected visit to your house in the middle of the night. You hadn’t heard from him since. You didn’t know if that meant he was moving on or if he was struggling was much as you were. You were trying to not think about him, you really were. As soon as you found yourself moving forward he would sneak back into your life somehow.

You came home from work to find a letter addressed to you in Harry’s handwriting. You were slightly hesitant to open it as you weren’t sure of what you were going to find. Was it going to be a love letter? An invitation of sorts? A card?

The not knowing was killing you so you decided to open it. Inside you found a concert ticket and a backstage pass to Harry’s upcoming final show of his tour. Inside there was a small note. It’d mean the world to me if you could make. If not, I understand. I would just mean everything to have you there. Hope to see you. H x

Of all the things you’d be expecting this wasn’t one. Harry had been busy touring the last first months promoting his new solo album. He was doing amazing. You had heard the album of course when it had come out and couldn’t help but feel a few jabs in your chest as it was like reliving your relationship all over again and it’s downfall.

You were proud. Beyond proud of the music he had worked so hard to make. Lyrically, musically, and technically it was all perfect and very Harry. Part of you wanted to just pretend you never got the tickets and not show up. But you had to go. He wanted you there. Maybe there was a future of the two of you being able to just be friends. Maybe this was Harry’s way of making the first step in making a friendship? You weren’t sure but you knew you couldn’t just skip out on something like this.

It was his final show of his very successful solo world tour. He had been there for you more times than you could count over the years and you needed to be there for this for him.

You looked at the tickets and the show was tomorrow night. You had to do a lot to mentally prepare to see him again.

You began to get ready for the concert. You changed your outfit at least five times, unsure of what to wear. You didn’t know why you were still trying to impress him. You weren’t together anymore, it shouldn’t matter and you shouldn’t care what he thinks. But you still do. You were very nervous. You really didn’t know what the night had in store and that caused you to feel a little anxious.

As usual, the show was off to an amazing start. He had this way of captivating the audience with every single thing he did. You couldn’t help but feel the sting when he sang certain lyrics that recalled your relationship. The show was coming to an end and you stood beside Jeff for most of it. You had run into Anne briefly and chatted for a bit. You wanted to avoid having a long conversation with her because you knew it would bring up way too many old memories.

Jeff mentioned to you that you could go wait in Harry’s dressing room for him as soon as he got off the stage. You decided to go ahead and head back there.

You sat down on the couch in the dressing room to wait for him.

“I didn’t know if you’d show up or not. I really appreciate it that you’re here!” Harry said as he entered the dressing room.

“Yeah of course! I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” You said.

“I know it was selfish to invite you here after all that’s happened. I mean the last time we saw each other was because I showed up drunk at your door. But I couldn’t imagine sharing this night with anyone else. I just really wanted you here.” He confessed to you.

“Well, I am glad that you invited me. The show was great, really something else. I’m glad to have been able to see a small part of it.”

“You’ve seen more than a small part. You’ve been the inspiration behind this whole album. I want you to thank you for the person that you’ve been in my life. I can’t imagine being where I am today without you.” He said as he hugged you. It felt weird to be this close to him after such a long time. But it still felt right.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it. It means a lot to hear that. It’s just weird you know, being here looking back on us. I just don’t know if I wanna look back anymore. I don’t know.”

You said trying to understand your feelings.

“Are you saying you wanna give things another try?” He asked hopefully.

“I mean, I want to. If you would. Just lowkey, no rush, just taking things as they come. What do you say?” You asked.

“Hell Yeah! Come here!” He said as he kissed you. This time apart had been hard but maybe it was everything the two of you needed to be closer than ever before.

[sugah-stixx]

AshMolo -Human!Rockstar- AU

“The crowd cheered as Ash started to rub his stomach up with his free hand, his sweat glistening in the light as he belted out the lyrics, falling to his knees. Molo moved his way through the mosh pit and stared up at Ash as he felt his heart pump hard in his chest. He was so close to him, he felt like he was going to explode. Ash opened his eyes slowly, and made contact with his. The crowed jumped and screamed around Molo as Ash smirked and brought his hand down his stomach to his pelvis, thrusting as he unzipped his pants.”

(Chapter 1 /2) 18+ Contains: Language, Substance Use, Smut. 

Molo is a 25 year old, 6”7 pansexual college student. His whole life he’s been made fun of for his size, he’s always been taller than his peers, but it didn’t bother him until he started dating. Molo’s guilty about falling for the shorter ones, he admits. A lot of people were attracted to him, but most of the time the relationship didn’t work out because of the size difference, and they didn’t want to put the extra effort in. Molo has mainly been focusing on keeping his grades up, and saving to get his car fixed. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment while he takes the bus to college everyday, and then works at his part time job in the evenings.

One of Molo’s greatest passions is music. He loves rock, and has a guitar of his own. He unfortunately rarely gets to play because his neighbours really don’t appreciate the noise. His biggest inspiration for music comes from a band called ‘Hellbent’ which he owns all of their albums. A few months ago the band announced they were going on tour, Molo’s hometown being one of their stops. He’s been counting down the days, and finally, Molo found himself waiting patiently on the bus to the bar where they’ll be playing. “Jesus, can you sit down? Or at least go to the back of the bus, I can’t see out the front window, I can’t see where I need to get off!” Some stranger yelled at Molo from across the bus. Molo had his earbuds in, listening to Hellbent’s cover of ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ as Molo smiled and tapped his foot along to the beat, unaware of this stranger screaming at him. “Hey!! I said sit the fuck down, you freak!!” The drunken stranger got up, and clumsily stomped over to Molo, reaching up to tug on his shoulder so he would turn around. Molo flinched and took out his earbuds to listen to this man scream profanities at him. “Oh, I-I’m sorry, sir…” Molo looked down at the man who was giving him such a hard time about something so insignificant. Not only was Molo tall, but he was ripped. So to see this average sized man screaming at a 6”7 jacked hunk, sure was a sight. Not to mention the fact that Molo could never hurt anybody, and the way he looked so scared to see this drunken man half his size yelling at him made the other passengers on the bus giggle a little. Molo was so embarrassed he got off at the next stop, and walked the rest of the way there.

Molo ended up being half an hour late to the show, still very upset about what happened. He walked inside to see the smoke and lights flashing, as he saw ‘HELLBENT’ presented in lights above the stage, and he immediately felt better. Molo walked over to the bar and ordered a beer, knowing that he was going to have to stay at the back during the concert as well. At this point Molo didn’t care, he just wanted to enjoy himself and see his favourite band live. “Step inside, Walk this way, You and me babe…” Molo shot up as he almost choked on his beer, hearing his voice sent shivers down Molo’s spine. “HEY, HEY!” Suddenly the smoked cleared and the lead singer of the band was in plain sight, and then slowly followed by the lead guitarist, bass player, and the drummer. Molo’s face lit up as he saw him, he couldn’t believe they were in the same room together. “Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on, Livin' like a lover with a red hot thong” Molo swallowed hard as he felt his face turn red, still with a huge smile on his face. The lead singer of Hellbent’s name was Ash. He was the best singer Molo had ever heard, his low, deep, rumbling voice was like sex in your ears. He had so much energy during his concerts, his stark red hair shined with the spotlight on him; he was the sheer definition of gorgeous. Molo admits he may have a bit of a crush on him. “Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light Television lover, baby, go all night” This song was famous online as the sexiest song Hellbent’s ever covered, even more so when they perform it live. Ash gets so into it, every time he almost ends up completely naked on stage. Molo tapped the table nervously, wanting so bad to go up and stand in the mosh pit to get a better view. “So c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up” Molo chugged his beer back and stood up, slowly making his way to the mosh pit. “Pour some sugar on me, Ooh, in the name of love!!” The crowd cheered as Ash started to rub his stomach up with his free hand, his sweat glistening in the light as he belted out the lyrics, falling to his knees. Molo moved his way through the mosh pit easily, because no body dared to push him. Molo stared up at Ash as he felt his heart pump hard in his chest. He was so close to him, he felt like he was going to explode. Ash opened his eyes slowly, and made contact with him. The crowed jumped and screamed around Molo as Ash smirked and brought his hand down his stomach to his pelvis, thrusting as he unzipped his pants. “I'm hot, sticky sweet, From my head to my feet, yeah…” Molo’s eyes opened wide as a wobbly grin grew on his face while the crowd screamed. Ash let out a small chuckle before he quickly jumped up and threw his pants off, still singing in his boxers and shirt. Molo continued watching before he felt a warm familiar feeling pool in his groin. He looked down quickly before he covered his mouth in embarrassment and took off to the bathroom of the bar.

Molo splashed some cool water in his face and took a few deep breaths in and out. “Why in the ever loving hell did I wear skinny jeans?” Molo whispered under his breath as he looked down to see it still hadn’t gone away. Molo was incredibly well endowed, and the way Ash sang that line to him while dancing so erotically, he wasn’t surprised it was so noticeable. But why the hell, of all nights, did he decide to wear skinny jeans?? After a little while longer, Molo’s bulge had become smaller and he was able to go and enjoy the rest of the concert.

It was 2am when Hellbent played their last song of the night. Ash thanked the crowd, and disappeared into the smoke when the lights dimmed and the crowd all headed to the door. Molo decided to wait until most of the room was empty before he got out of his seat to leave, just in case of another incident, like on the bus. Molo lost track of time scrolling through his phone full of all the videos and pictures he took of Ash that night, smiling wide as he was finishing his last beer. “Hey, big guy, bars closed.” A man sweeping the floor called out to him. Molo jumped up as he realized everyone was gone, then checked his phone for the time. Molo gulped when he realized he had two minutes to catch the bus. “I-I’m so sorry, sir!!” Molo stuttered. He then gathered his things and ran out the door, only to see the bus drive past him as soon as he got outside. Molo huffed as swore under his breath, before taking out his phone to call a cab. How is he supposed to pay to get his car fixed if he keeps missing the bus, and needing to call a cab every time? Molo shook his head as he looked up the cheapest cab drivers near him. “I mean c’mon give me a fuckin’ break, jesus…” Molo heard a familiar voice coming from behind him as he turned his head quickly. Standing at only 5”6 was Ash, the lead singer of Hellbent lighting up a cigarette as he walked out of the bar with his band mates, surrounded by a significant amount of other important people. “Ash, hurry the fuck up.” Liam, Hellbent’s lead guitarist, yelled before getting on the tour bus. “Just give me a god damn second,…” Ash yelled back through gritted teeth, trying to light his cigarette. Molo couldn’t believe his eyes; Ash was standing almost directly in front of him. He felt like his heart was going to be pounded out of his chest as he stood there, his head turned, just staring. Suddenly, Molo felt his phone slip out of his fingertips as it fell on the sidewalk. “Shit…” Molo whispered as he quickly bent down to pick up his phone. As the crowd shifted and the rest of the people got on the tour bus, Ash noticed this guy shuffling around on the ground. He lit his cigarette and put his lighter in his jacket pocket. Ash lifted an eyebrow wondering what he was doing. Molo then slowly stood up, looking at his phone and noticed that the screen had shattered. “Oh, man…” Molo wrinkled his brow before he realized it was just him and Ash facing each other on the sidewalk. “Hey! You’re that tall dude from the show!” Ash smiled as he pointed at Molo. “Y- I… h- Yes!” Molo was so nervous proper words weren’t even forming at this point. Ash blew out a cloud of smoke as he laughed, “So how’d you like it?” he asked. “I-It was fantastic. I’m… I’m a …very big l-long time fan of yours, a-and I was super excited to see you live…!” Molo huffed and smiled nervously that he managed to actually get his feelings across. Ash’s smile turned slightly devious, “Heh, yeah, I could see that you got super excited…” Ash teased as he elbowed Molo’s arm. Molo’s face flushed as he covered his mouth with both of his hands and whimpered. “I-… I’m so sorry… you saw that…” Molo had never been more embarrassed in his life, Ash is the only person he looked up to in terms of music and he had to ruin it by being unable to control himself and his hormones. Ash laughed hard as he blew another puff of smoke, “Man! Don’t even worry about it, I know how sexual I get during these concerts, don’t sweat it. I was just teasin’ ya!” Ash threw his cigarette on the ground as he stomped it out with his boot. “What’re you doing out here anyways, how you gettin’ home?” Ash asked, tilting his head. “I-I missed my bus… and was going to call a cab, b-but dropped my phone, and it won’t turn on… I’m having one of those, uh… unlucky days, I suppose…” Molo giggled out as he rubbed the back of his head, his face still red as ever. “Fuck that shit.” Ash scoffed. “You wanna come to our after party at the hotel? We’ll get one of our drivers to getcha back home, but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. Sound good?” Ash smiled wide as he looked up at Molo. Molo was in the clouds at this point; he didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded. Even though he had work at 8am the next day, he didn’t care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Molo entered the bus, ducking his head and sitting down on the light tan leather seats next to Ash. Ash handed him a beer as he himself took a shot of vodka and howled at the bitter taste. Molo was shy and silent as the tour bus was almost full, filled with the other band members and their friends, girlfriends, hook-ups, etc. Molo started to wonder, did Ash possibly want to hook up with him tonight? If that were the case… it would be like Molo’s dream actually coming true. But he’s never read anything regarding Ash’s sexuality, would he even be attracted to males? Or is he just taking pity on Molo because he’s had a bad night? The tour bus stopped at the hotel, as everyone got off and went up to their room on the roof. This hotel was ranked as one of the most expensive in the whole city, and the room that Hellbent booked was the party suite, complete with an open roof patio. Once in the party suite, Molo tried to sit by himself in the corner to loosen up a bit. He was so nervous, he’s never exactly been to a party before, and he’s barely even been drunk before. Ash, on the other hand, was wasted. Molo could see Ash rocking it on the patio to the song, “Dance, Dance” by Fall Out Boy. Molo giggled, and decided to build up his strength and go talk to him. On the way over, he noticed a girl walk up to him and lean her elbow on the bar table while she called his name. Ash clumsily walked over to her and put his arm on her shoulder. “W-wwhat’s up babe…” Ash’s low voice shook Molo once more. “Can you show me that neat little trick you do with your tongue~?” The girl turned her head towards his so their faces were inches away. Ash smirked, as he then brought his face close to hers and kissed her, clearly using his tongue as the whole room cheered. Molo’s eyes opened wide as he almost felt his heart break. Ash then pulled a cherry stem, with a knot in the middle, out of the girl’s mouth as they held onto each end with their teeth. The girl let go while she laughed and clapped as Ash bowed dramatically while the room cheered louder around them. Ash then grabbed onto his mouth with one hand, as he gagged and ran off the patio into the bathroom. Molo decided that he’s had enough, and was going to wait for Ash to come out of the bathroom to ask him for one of his drivers to send him home. Once Ash came out of the bathroom, he noticed Molo leaning against the wall. “Huurgh… I drank too much there… it seems…” Ash spoke slowly before he started giggling. “Y-Yea… are you going to be okay?” Molo asked shyly. “Of course, dont’cha worry ‘bout me, kay? How about you, are you having fun?” Ash stammered as he swayed over to Molo, grabbing onto the side of his arm. Molo blushed, seeing Ash drunk like this was far too adorable. The news only covers the bad parts about what Ash does when he’s drunk… they never mentioned how cute he looks with his face all red and eyes sparkling like this. Molo gulped, “I-I’m having a great time!” Ash’s face lit up as he laughed and patted Molo on his stomach, “Now that’s what I like to hear!!” Ash continued to stumble down the hallway while Molo decided to follow him to the patio. “So, um, that girl… is she your… girlfriend?” Molo managed to gain the courage to ask. “Nah man, I’m super gay.” Ash replied easily. Molo felt butterflies in his stomach as a huge smile grew on his face. Ash turned around slightly as he looked Molo up and down, “Why? You tryna get into my pants tonight?” He asked smoothly. Molo avoided making eye contact as he blushed, before he realized they were at the kitchen counter, Ash pouring himself another drink. “I-I… I dunno… are you trying to get into mine?” Molo’s voice cracked as he asked. Molo couldn’t believe what he was saying, when did he get so much courage? He then realized he was already on his third beer, thinking that might have something to do with it. Ash looked at him slightly surprised, then laughed hard. “We’ll just have to see where the night takes us then, huh?” Ash took a bottle of vanilla vodka and poured some straight into his mouth, then pulled Molo down by his collar and kissed him hard, opening his mouth so the vodka went straight down Molo’s throat. The strong taste of the bitter alcohol mixed with the sweet taste of vanilla made Molo love drunk, as Ash let go and Molo almost fell backwards, his knees bent as he leaned his elbow on the counter. Ash laughed again as he grabbed the bottle and jumped up on the kitchen counter, “WHO’S READY TO GET FUCKED UP TONIGHT?!” Ash screamed as he raised his fists in the air, the crowd cheering louder than ever. Molo grabbed onto his head as he tried to comprehend what just happened, before smiling wide as he turned around and followed Ash onto the patio.

[earthbounddreamers]

Ask meme - Scarlet

Here’s all 100 questions from that ask meme for @atrue-whovian cause he’s insane This one is for Scarlet James is next Have fun I’m on mobile so I can’t put it under a cut rip

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1. What do they smell like? She usually smells of masculine deodorant (that feminine stuff is bullshit and expensive) and/or sweat.

2. What is their voice like? Her voice is somewhat feminine but mostly deep, very intimidating and loud.

3. What is their biggest motivator? She wants to make sure all her friends - who are now family - are safe and happy.

4. What is their most embarrassing memory? When she thought she was flirting with a gay girl but she was actually straight and was suuuper embarrassed when she tried to ask her on a date.

5. How do they deal with/react to pain? Usually she just swears loudly, takes a deep breath, applies pressure for a moment, then controls it with harsh breathing to channel her pain. If it needs treatment she applies first aid while swearing the entire time. If adrenaline is high and she’s in danger she doesn’t consciously react, and though her body might flinch she doesn’t even feel it.

6. What do they like to wear? Baggy masculine clothes most of the time, band merch and sweat pants, sometimes jeans but they’re always torn. Other times she wears tight fitting workout clothes or just a tank top and shorts to show off the guns.

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively? Sam was the first person to make her start exploring herself, give a second thought to the things running through her head. Sam helped start her healing process, even if it was a little slow. While all her relationships have helped in different ways, Sam really started it all.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten? Once when she was high someone caught a grasshopper and cooked it over the fire - cooked being a generous word - and she ate it without hesitation. Don’t do drugs kids.

9. Describe the way that they sleep. Sprawled out, snoring loudly, usually with an arm wrapped around Sam.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food? She loves hamburgers with all the toppings you can fit on it. Five Guys, Burger Factory, that kinda thing is her shit. She loves going to fast food joints and ordering the craziest combinations.

11. What do they feel most insecure about? Her abilities in anything really. She hates herself the moment she can’t do something. Even if it’s something small like playing a stupid Mario Party minigame she needs to be able to do it.

12. How do they like to dress? Masculine and functional, looking good and ready to kick ass.

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt? Beats herself up infinitely, hates herself and never really talks about it until someone convinces her to and then they can hopefully comfort her.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal? Initially wants to kill them. Then wants to beat the shit out of them. Eventually like, four years later, gets over it.

15. What is their greatest achievement? Breaking out if the institution and making it home safe, that was badass and awesome.

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? Irritable and cranky. Throws back coffee and energy drinks to help stay awake until she eventually crashes and passes out.

17. What are they like when they’re drunk? Depressed, nostalgic for better times. She cries a lot and apologizes for everything ever. A sad sight to see, really.

18. What kind of music do they enjoy? Hard rock and heavy metal. She wants to feel the bass in her bones and rock the fuck out. Has a soft spot for a few softer bands but usually refuses to admit it.

19. Are they right or left handed? She was born like technically left handed, but due to the missing finger she quickly took to using her right hand.

20. Fears? Scared of losing people. Scared of disappointing her friends. Scared of becoming like her parents. Scared of hurting those she loves.

21. Favorite kind of weather? Windy and somewhat sunny, but not too bright. She loves the rain too.

22. Favorite color? Red, which was probably obvious.

23. Do they collect anything? She tends to keep bottle caps around, accumulating a pile in her room until Sam inevitably recycles them all and she has to start anew.

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more? Cool but not cold weather.

25. What is their eye color? Pale blue like iceberg water.

26. What is their race/ethnicity? White, specifically white trash by birth.

27. Hair color? Dark brown, likes to dye it red.

28. Are they happy where they are currently? Living with Sam and Max in a decent apartment with a decent job, she’s happy.

29. Are they a morning person? Not in the least. She’s basically a zombie before 11am.

30. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset, she likes knowing darkness is right around the corner.

31. Are they more messy or more organized? Messy, everything has it’s place - wherever it happens to be dropped.

32. Pet peeves? When people follow rules like it’s the law - even when it’s literally the law. See: Refusing to jaywalk Taking off hats in restaurants Never walking on the road even when it’s 2am and nobody else is awake jesus christ live a little dude

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? She still has this little bracelet Sam gave her when they were like 12. It’s made of silver and has a little S engraved in it. She refuses to admit she still has it.

34. Least favorite food? She can’t stand salad. Why would you eat leaves?

35. Least favorite color? Orange. Never did care much for it.

36. Least favorite smell? Like 99% of perfumes, they just smell like chemicals to her.

37. When was the last time they cried? Last week she had a nightmare and some traumatic memories came back and she couldn’t help but cry.

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried? She woke Sam up without meaning to and they comforted her.

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? She and Max were playing chicken, running straight at each other until someone bailed out. Nobody bailed out. She got her forehead cut open and Max got a huge bruise on his cheek.

40. Do they have any scars? Jesus does she ever. Scar across her left cheek, left ear reconstructed from skin grafts, scars up and down her arms and thighs from self harm, leg amputated above right knee, scars on her stomach from when her mother attacked her, burn marks across her back, and she’s missing her left index finger from a birth defect. We call her Scar for a reason.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? Major depression and anger issues, as well as other shit left over from emotional and physical abuse. She’s pretty broken. On antidepressants but they aren’t quite enough, she’s doing her best.

42. Do they have any bad habits? Drinks too much (working on it though), used to smoke weed too much, leaves in the middle of the night without warning and worries everyone to death.

43. Why might someone dislike them? Lots of reasons. Resting bitch face, defensive and rude, she’s very loud and refuses to apologize for who she is

44. Why might someone love them? She has a lot to talk about. She’s intensely loyal and will protect you with her life. Once you realize what she’s working to fight through, she’s trying her hardest to be a good person. She’s a fight worth fighting for.

45. Do they believe in ghosts? She believes that if someone dies in a bullshit way they’ll stick around until they’re satisfied.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives? Any four of her best friends. Sam, Max, James, and Simon alike she’d trust with her life.

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone? She loves Sam.

48. Are they dating/married to anyone? Sam is her gorgeous partner and she loves her very much.

49. Do they like surprises? She would if she could be awake enough to enjoy them. When she stays up for an all nighter she loves watching the sunrise.

50. When is their birthday? August 18th, summer child.

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday? Used to drink the night away, now gets friends together to eat cake and junk food and watch good-bad movies

52. Do they have any family? Parents are long gone. This gang of misfits is her new family. A bunch of brothers and a beautiful partner.

53. Are they close to their family? Biological family no, she wants nothing to do with them. Her new family definitely.

54. What is their MBTI type? I’d say ISTP, the Virtuoso. I think it suits her well.

55. What is their zodiac sign? She’s a Leo but can literally never remember her sign.

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in? Gryffindor, like the cliche kicking down the door Gryffindor.

57. What D&D alignment are they? Chaotic neutral-good. She wants to be good, but only when it concerns her or her friends.

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about? The infinite amount of hit that has happened to her still haunts her every week or two, usually waking her up in the middle of the night.

59. What are their views on death? Pretends not to care, actually scared of what might be waiting.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at? Any stupid joke for pun. Like what’s a fish without an eye? Her favourite joke.

61. When bored, how do they pass time? She works out, drinks, gets high, or just sleeps. She’ll also cuddle with Sam then fall asleep.

62. Do they enjoy being outside? Yeah, she loves the outdoors. She’ll get cranky if it’s too hot though.

63. Do they have an accent? She’s got the typical American/Canadian accent that doesn’t sound like an accent when you’re in north america. She has a few words out of the stereotypical Canadian accent but you’re dead if you point it out.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction? Step one: acquire cake Step two: ingest

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say? She’d be terrified, crying as she spends every moment she can with all her friends. Telling and hearig stories, terrified that she’ll be forgotten.

66. How do they feel about sex? She enjoys it but doesn’t need it. Really depends on her partner.

67. What is their sexuality? She’s bisexual, leaning towards female and nonbinary people.

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood? No way, blood can’t phase her at this point. She’s stitched and bandaged too many wounds to care about blood anymore.

69. Is there anything that they find really gross? Rotten food, just the sight of it makes her want to puke, and the smell will definitely make her puke.

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them? The cold-hearted bully who actually has a Tragic Backstory and can’t cope with it. Just needs someone to understand her.

71. Do they enjoy helping people? Her friends, yes. Sometimes strangers, but usually busy taking care of herself.

72. Are they allergic to anything? Nope, her immune system is chill.

73. Do they have a pet? James has Pequeño and she’s basically his aunt. She also has a rose haired tarantula named Princess she keeps in her room. Sam pretends they aren’t terrified of Princess.

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they lose their temper? She’ll get angry in a heartbeat. She has two possibilities when angry: brooding and internalizing it all, or yelling and screaming until she ends up breaking down crying (usually someone is bleeding at this point).

75. How patient are they? She isn’t.

76. Are they good at cooking? Good enough. Nothing special but it’s pretty good.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often? All the time. Big fan of “go die in a barn fire” and “who’s this clown?”

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? She’s grinning, laughing at everything and loud as can be.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears? She’s super careful to protect them from it and try not to mention that stuff.

80. Are they trustworthy? If you’re established as friends, she will die before she betrays you.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it? She hides them on instinct, and is good at first but everything quickly overwhelms her and shows through.

82. Do they exercise regularly? All the time.

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look? She’s not terribly confident, but comfortable with her looks. She doesn’t plan on changing.

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people? She loves their arms, like muscular or small and dainty she loves the shoulders, biceps, forearms, hands. Can’t get enough.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive? Calm, helpful personalities, but still enough energy to go out and have fun. She wants someone to balance her out, but have fun when they can

86. Do they like sweet foods? In small amounts, she usually prefers salty or savory stuff.

87. What is their age? She’s 18.

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between? Damn tall, she’s 6’3”.

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts? Nope, her eyes are fine.

90. Do they consider themselves attractive? Somewhat, but not much.

91. What is their sense of humor like? Usually based on stupid puns and morbid jokes.

92. What mood are they most often in? Used to be depressed like 24/7, now is actually happy or at least content for the most part.

93. What kinds of things anger them? Basically anything, but especially people being rude, at least as she perceives.

94. Outlook on life? Kinda shitty but she’s stuck here so she might as well make the best of it.

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed? Life. Basically anything. Anything had the potential to be sucked into the depressive vortex and made to be depressing.

96. What is their greatest weakness? Being insecure in herself. Also girls.

97. What is the greatest strength? Fighting for what she believes in.

98. Something that they regret? The years spent drunk and high that she could have been enjoying.

99. Biggest accomplishment? Getting out of the institution with James and Simon, alive and well.

100. Create your own! Ask anything you’d like!