#Clara doesn’t date casually is what im saying

[leatherforhell]

Clara is not gonna start dating somebody who’s not willing to live in Gotham 👍 as an fyi

[lumibye]

hii charm i wanted to ask , what was sycamaris first date ? 🤔 how did it come abt , who asked, how did it go ? im soo interested , and i hope uve had a wonderful weekend ! - @catake

hehe hi clara ! hope your weekend's been lovely as alwayss and i hope your finals went just as well !! i'm sure they did but sending my heart and wishes anyways ofc ofc

( ♡ ) ty honestly sm for encouraging me to talk abt them bc it's all in my drafts but i'm just . . soso shy ( if you could believe it ehe ; ) so it really means a lot to me ! i'm v grateful i get to speak my silly nonsense eek >_< their first date was . . it was a ' date ' but it wasn't ? this is prob a good time to explain why they're ' working together ' ig for context purposes ! ( i'll prob compile this all into a post at some point actually )

( long post again bc my filter is broken ehe ; )

although he has a lot of information on mega evolution in regards to battle , he doesn’t have a lot in the way of contests 

pokemon aren’t affected by any external factors like attacks or status conditions when performing , but they’re still expending a good amount of  energy with the use of moves

so , as someone that’s very invested in the subject , his research and the bond between pokemon and trainer - this information would be valuable to compare and contrast with his current findings

he doesn’t really know anybody in the contest scene? there’s serena, of course, but she’s also currently undertaking the gym challenge and being one of his pupils it doesn’t feel right to stick this kid with even more work considering she’s a dex holder  so mariannes his best bet , even though they're only acquainted at the time they share a mutual acquaintance in serena at least . it's mutually beneficial in a sense , if marianne can't use mega then she's going to be at a disadvantage in the contest circuit ( i hc that contests are similar to ORAS in kalos hehe ) her ' job ' would be to monitor the behavioural changes in her pokemon after rehearsals and performances as well as their general health and wellbeing . there'd be weekly or biweekly ' check ups ' at the lab for more thorough analysis but these ' reports ' are more casual to fit both their schedules also , it's a good excuse to go out for him to go out for coffee considering he's so busy . but they're not dates , don't be silly . . . ( /hj he doesn't intend it to be . . but . . ) anway ! to actually answer your question now ( i'm soso sorry i can talk for aages they live in my head rent free 24/7 ; ) once he proposes this to her at the lab ( it's like on a weekend so nobody's there ) and gives her a list of pokemon that can mega she notices the only one that can is benched because of her accident in the unova circuit reasons and she goes ' umm , i don't really have any on this list at the moment ' and augustine is kind of stumped because this meeting is now way shorter than he expected it to be so he goes ' oh , that's ok . . well let's go out for coffee instead ' ( not those exact words ofc ) because

a.) she's not super familiar with lumiose and having a kind of ' guide ' might be helpful

b.) atp he knows she's a bit of a reserved person and the few times they've met he hasn't seen her with any friends so that's mildly concerning

c.) if they're eventually going to work together he should know her a bit better and

d.) she's piqued his curiosity honestly marianne's very bad at saying no especially on the spot so as nervous as this makes her she agrees , for similar reasons too . this person's offering her an advantage in her career so it'd be rude to say no , wouldn't it ? so they go to soleil ( because taking a shy girl to your best friends cafe on your first outing seems like a really bad idea ) and he offers to pay and she protests and there's that cliche back and forth about who's going to pay that makes the barista a bit ticked off ( people pleasers , the both of them ) and it takes her a bit to open up but he's genuinely enthused when it comes to learning about people . so eventually she does crack a little bit , especially when the topic of coffee comes up . she used to be a barista in castelia and coffee is his passion so that's their jumping off point . after that they both surprise each other with just how similar they are ! they talk about their thoughts on self expression ( he asks about her career ) and just how important it is and their energy just gels . they end up almost gushing to each other about their thoughts and beliefs , which is something she hasn't done in ages since she's been alone for quite a while so it makes her so so happy . he didn't expect this to come out of someone like her and she didn't expect someone primarily invested in research to share her beliefs and ideas . afterwards she feels bad that she's talked primarily about herself but still . . . it feels good and honestly ? that's kind of exactly what he was hoping for and he's pretty happy himself . they both are ig , more than they'd thought they would ! she definitely goes home and screams into a pillow about how embarrasing she was tho ehhehehe

[runelocked]

' do you actually give a shit about me, or am i just . . . ' she sighed heavily. ' am I just something fun and stupid to get you through the divorce?' ( HAHAA IM SO SORRY)

CAN’T IT BE BOTH? He half wants to say, but it seems inappropriate, when he’s lying in bed with her and has one hand tangled in her hair, playing with it loosely. He can say what he wants about affection: there’s something about Artemis that pacifies him, makes him want to keep her close with as much skin contact as humanely possible.

Uncharacteristically, he’s silent for a moment, then two. Genuinely thinking over— not the answer, because he knows that, but how he’s going to word it to her. When it comes to personal feelings, William is anything but smooth: had proposed to his wife halfway through her final exams at college, rushing into the room and instantly being ushered back out by the examiner. His wife hadn’t minded at the time; had laughed, eyes wet and fond, kissed him senseless. The thought of her while his limbs sprawl over Artemis in bed makes him deeply uncomfortable. And he’s at a loss for how to answer.

“I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I didn’t care,” he murmurs, glad for the dark room that hides the deep furrow in his brows, “Not so often, anyway. The sex is fantastic, obviously, and it’s nice to kiss you when I please, but it’s not—”

Not what, William? Not love? Like he doesn’t wake up in his own shitty apartment room thinking of her. Like he doesn’t loiter around her classes to surprise her with some ridiculously lavish gift or charming date night planned, like he doesn’t go about his day with a mood brightened by her presence. Or do you mean not just a rebound? Like he’s over his wife’s abandonment, like he doesn’t ensure he smells of Artemis whenever he knows he’ll be seeing Clara that day? Like he doesn’t show up at Artemis’s whenever he’s made miserable and mad by the thought of the divorce, like he doesn’t think, guiltily, angrily, of his wife when he’s with Artemis sometimes, like he privately thinks he’s incapable of love since the deaths of the children at the diner and his experiments thereafter. Make up your damn mind, Afton: don’t leave her hanging!

Rather than answer outright, William presses a kiss that lingers too long into her hairline. Tilts her head up towards him with a touch that is too light to pretend this is just a casual fling, with eyes too unfathomable to pretend his answer is I love you, and only you. “You’re deeply, deeply special to me.” Honest. Perhaps the most honest he’s capable of being with his loved ones. “I… would do this regardless of the divorce. Whether it was taking place or not, I’d still be here.” A wry smile tugs belatedly at his lips. “That’s maybe not as romantic as I’d hoped. But the sentiment remains.”

[bumbleklee]

babysitting part one (diluc + kaeya)

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

pairings: diluc and kaeya x female!reader (separate)

warnings: babies

a/n: sorry for the two parter asdfghjk im trying not to loose my sanity lol

diluc

“Are you almost ready?” Diluc asked, poking his head inside the bedroom. The moment he laid his eyes on you, his heart stopped.

You turned your head over your shoulder, “Does this look okay?”

“It looks great. You look great.”

After having the twins it was hard to find time to squeeze in dates so when your anniversary came up, Diluc begged Jean to come over and watch the babies so he could take you out. He didn’t reveal the surprise, only told you to dress up and Archons - you did.

Before Diluc could shower you with compliments, there was a knock on the front door. “That must be Jean,” You said, gathering your things off the bed and following Diluc downstairs. Only when Diluc swung open the front door, Jean was nowhere in sight.

Instead, Kaeya and Venti stood in the doorway.

“You’re not Jean.” Diluc deadpanned, peering around the men. Maybe Jean was playing some sick joke on them. Maybe.

“Surprise!” Kaeya grinned, “Jean wasn’t feeling well so she sent me instead. Venti decided to tag along.”

Diluc turned to face you, “Take off your shoes. We’re not going out.”

Kaeya’s jaw dropped. “I’m more than capable of watching your kids, you know. Did you forget I’m their uncle?”

“Absolutely not.”

Diluc’s tone was firm and you knew he wouldn’t budge from Kaeya’s words. “Oh, come on,” You finally added. You curled a hand around Diluc’s bicep, “We need this night out. Besides, what could go wrong?”

“Kaeya could freeze our children into blocks of ice, Venti could break into the wine cellar and drink himself to death, they could burn the house down -”

“Diluc.”

Your husband paused abruptly and leered at Kaeya and Venti. They had traded their usual attire for more casual clothes and Diluc had to admit they did look less menacing like this. He took a deep breath and crossed his arms tightly against his chest, “Fine. But if anything goes wrong, you’ll come get us. And no wine! Promise?”

“I promise!” Venti piped up. “I wouldn’t drink around a baby anyways.” Diluc didn’t believe him.

Kaeya nodded in agreement, “Don’t worry. We’ve got this. Enjoy your anniversary!”

The second you and Diluc step out the door, the men went on the hunt for the twins. They find them in a playpen that spans almost the entire living room and Clara is holding onto the side of it, staring at the strangers.

“She’s scary looking,” Venti whispers, “Like Diluc.”

Kaeya holds back his laugh. From this angle, Clara does look like Diluc. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her expression is unreadable. But when Kaeya inches closer, her expression softens and a toothy grin appears on her face.

“Still scary?” Kaeya teases, stepping over the playpen to scoop Clara into his arms and hoist her into the air. The ten-month old baby giggles loudly.

Playing with a stuffed animal that crinkles, Isaac curiously looks around at the mysterious men in his house. Venti remembers the little boy from when Diluc had to take him to the tavern, only he’s a lot bigger now.

Isaac and Venti have an intense stare-off.

“That one looks like Diluc,” Venti finally says.

“I mean, they are his children.” Kaeya sets Clara back onto the ground and watches as she smacks her brother. He hits her back and Kaeya just assumes this is how they communicate and doesn’t say anything.

Venti and Kaeya play with the babies for what seems like hours. Isaac takes a liking to Venti’s colorful hair and tries to pull his braids multiple times while Kaeya tries to teach Clara new words (he’s convinced he taught her ‘Kaeya’ but she’s refusing to say it). They gloat about how easy babysitting is and how Diluc was worried about nothing.

It’s when night draws near and the cooing and giggling have died down that Kaeya realizes bedtime might be as easy as he thinks. They’re calm until they’re laid in their cribs - then the fussiness starts.

Isaac is fighting hard to stay awake but Clara doesn’t seem to be giving in. She’s squirming wildly in her crib and Kaeya triple checks that her diaper is clean. When a cry leaves her lips, Kaeya is quick to pick her up and cradle her in his arms.

The last thing they needed were crying babies.

Thankfully, Isaac falls asleep so it’s just Clara that the two men have to deal with. Clara whines and fusses, pushing Kaeya’s face away multiple times. Her nails are sharp and they dig into his skin. He didn’t realize how exhausted he was from the day.

“Can you hold her? Maybe you’ll have better luck.”

Venti walks around the nursery with Clara, exactly like Kaeya, and eventually she calms down. He notices a rocking chair in the corner of the room and decides to sit down in it, still cradling Clara in his arms. She’s not a tiny baby anymore but Venti treats her like one. Clara lays her head on Venti’s shoulder and her eyes flicker once before closing entirely.

Kaeya goes to clean the mess they made and Venti stays with the babies. His hand runs up and down Clara’s back, whispering soothing words that turn into a song.

When Clara is finally asleep, Venti puts her down in her crib and closes the door to the nursery as quietly as possible.

He meets Kaeya in the hallway, “Master Diluc has some pretty cool kids.”

kaeya

Five minutes after leaving the house, Kaeya was already fed up with you.

“Come on, everything is fine,” Kaeya said, slightly annoyed. You sighed and turned away from your house again, which was still in view, and ran a hand through your loose hair.

All Kaeya wanted to do was take you on a date but your mind was too occupied with the three teenagers you left in charge of Calla. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them - it was just that they had never been left alone with the baby before. What if something went wrong?

It was Kaeya’s turn to sigh. “Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head and wrapped your arms around Kaeya’s waist, pulling yourself close to his body. “No,” You said, “It’s going to be fine.”

Fischl was in charge anyways. Bennett and Razor were there for moral support (and to completely raid your kitchen). Besides, Calla was fast asleep when you left so maybe she would just stay asleep the whole time.

Unbeknownst to you, the moment you left was met with disaster.

Calla woke up with vengeance but Fischl was ready. While she went to get Calla from the nursery, she asked Bennett to warm up the premade bottle in the fridge. When she came back into the kitchen with the fussy baby on her hip, Bennett and Razor just stared at her.

“What did you do?” Fischl demanded, fear coursing through her body already.

“Razor bumped into me and I dropped the bottle.” He motioned to the ground where the bottle laid, open and empty in a pool of milk. “Can we make another?”

Fischl pursed her lips. “No, we can’t. Calla is breastfed.”

The boys shared a look with each other. “Well...you have boobs,” Bennett added on.

It took Fischl everything inside of her to refrain from grabbing the kitchen knife next to her and taking out her boyfriend with it. “By her mother!” She exclaimed in horror. Bennett held his hands up in self defense while Razor started to clean up the spilled bottle. “She should be fine until they get home. Don’t mess anything else up.”

Bennett held up a thumbs up and Fischl took Calla into the living room to try and soothe her. She was a lot bigger than when they first met her and unlike then, she was growing into a busy toddler. Her first birthday was just around the corner.

She holds Calla for a while until she isn’t crying anymore. Fischl tries to offer her toys upon toys but Calla is stubborn and pushes them all away.

When Razor and Bennett join Fischl in the living room, they’re arguing.

“You’re not a dog, dude,” Bennett says flatly, crossing his arms across his chest. “You don’t need to go and howl at the moon.”

Razor glares at Bennett, “Lupical tradition. Bennett wouldn’t understand.”

Do you really need to argue now?” Fischl interjects, “There’s a baby, remember?” As if on cue, Calla begins to cry again. Fischl groans, “It took me so long to get her to calm down. Here.” And suddenly, Bennett is holding a squirming infant in his arms.

Bennett’s face pales. “Wait, where are you going?”

Fischl rubs her temples, “I need to take something. My head is killing me.” With that, she turns on her heel and disappears farther into the house.

Bennett wraps his arms around Calla and adjusts her so she’s resting on his hip and softly bounces her up and down. He tries to shush her but nothing is working. “Baby hungry?” Razor suggests.

“Gee, maybe we could feed her if someone didn’t make me drop her food.”

Razor disappears into the kitchen for a moment and returns with a banana. “Baby is old enough to eat?”

How old was she again? Bennett shrugs and sits near the coffee table with Calla in his lap, “We’ll be right here if she chokes.” He clears a space off the wooden table and Razor sits down next to him and begins breaking off pieces of the banana. Calla stops crying when she sees the banana and her ears perk up immediately. Luckily, she eats the banana with ease.

Fischl watches from the hallway, a small smile gracing her lips. The sight is rare and times like these are when she wishes she had a camera to photograph the memory.

When it’s time to put Calla to bed, Bennett isn’t opposed to helping. Razor stays back to clean up the living room and Fischl and Bennett tuck Calla into her crib quietly. She stares at them with bright blue eyes and Bennett thinks he might melt from cuteness.

“Should we sing her a lullaby?” Bennett jokes.

“We’ll give her a nightmare,” Fischl smiles.

Bennett disagrees. He thinks Fischl’s voice is soft and soothing and he’s heard it enough times to know that it would put Calla right to sleep. But he doesn’t push her and makes sure the mobile is straight.

“She’s asleep.” He points out after a while. Fischl nods and heads out of the nursery first, leaving Bennett to turn the light off and have the final goodnight.

“I think we make a great pair,” Fischl says as they walk back to the living room.

“Just a pair?”

Fischl shrugs, “It’s like practice for the future.”

Bennett grins and tries to pounce onto Fischl to give her a hug but he slips on a toy in the process and crashes to the ground. Fischl holds back her laughter. Way into the future.

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[annafm]

(MEDALION RAHIMI, NONBINARY) - Have you seen ANNABEL MAJIDI? ANNA is in HER/THEIR JUNIOR year. The LITERATURE + INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM MAJOR is 22 years old & is a SCORPIO. People say SHE/THEY are DILIGENT, ADROIT, CYNICAL and AUSTERE. Rumors say they’re a member of WINTHROP. I heard from the gossip blog that THEY ARE FAKING BEING A PSYCHIC. (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

hllo this is anna i hvnt .. played her in a while <3 bt thts okay i think she is very fun 2 play bt like in the way tht she is <3 serious n mean a bit ... bt its okay .. LHKDSGFHLKSDHLKG im sorry this is long this is. an old intro i hvnt rly changed much >.>

CAR ACCIDENT, INJURY TW

aesthetic.

falling feathers darkened at the tips, tweed and pinstripes, red trenchcoats and plaid skirts, worn ballet shoes covered in dust, smudged eyeliner and unruly hair, boxing gloves, ornate canes and pain medication, bandaged hands, classical music floating throughout an empty ballroom, worn jackets and awkwardly cut t-shirts, spilled ink and stained hands, glasses skewed, sneers and jabs, constant fighting, smog in a city, spotlights and encores, piles of books and a long line, backless dresses and sitting alone at a bar, wariness.

basic.

full name: annabel odeda majidi

nickname(s): anna, annie (father only), anna-banana (father only)

b.o.d. - october 31st, 1997

label(s): the catalyst, the charlatan, the minefield, etc.

height: 5′6″

hometown: nyc, ny

sexuality: bisexual

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favorite song: you’re dead, norma tanega / now, your hope and compassion is gone / you’ve sold out your dream to the world / stay dead, stay dead, stay dead / you’re dead and outta this world

background.

born to two high schoolers who never married, firoj majidi and parvana banai. they were head over heels for each other - when firoj graduated he took up two jobs alongside community college to support their family, until parvana graduated and took on the arts.

growing up was tough - living in the city wasn’t cheap, parvana’s art rarely sold and the two often went without eating in order to provide for annabel. as a child she’d often wear hand-me-downs from extended family.

was taught to be a hard worker and it was reflected in her schoolwork - anna excelled in all her classes but especially english. her love for writing grew at a young age, and as a child she saved up enough money to buy herself proper journals.

the only thing that she grew more passionate towards than writing was ballet - she caught the image of girls flying through the air and landing on their toes in the window of a dance studio on a walk home from school one day and that was it - something clicked inside of her.

that same day she would spend hours prancing about their tiny apartment, trying to mimic what she’d seen. it was easy to spot the passion anna had for the dance - and within a few months they had saved up enough money for a month’s worth of lessons.

anna was ecstatic - her slippers were old and found in the back of a thrift store by an odd miracle, but she put her all into the lessons regardless. she was quick to pick up on each move, and by the end of the month it was clear that anna had a natural talent.

parvana picked up a job in order for them to keep affording the lessons, month after month - they weighed down on their pockets, but it kept anna happy.

flash forward a few years - life was good. money was still a struggle but they were tight knit.

or rather, anna thought they were tight knit.

firoj and parvana split up when anna was twelve - an event that rocked the young girl’s world, something that she couldn’t understand. they had kept up a front of love when anna was home from school or ballet - but behind doors, they had been growing apart.

anna viewed their separation as parvana running off with another man - an art collector who had a fascination with paravana’s paintings. she viewed this as the end of the world. she viewed this as the death of love.

when anna was twelve, she swore she would never fall in love - refused to believe in its existence. she couldn’t wrap her mind around the simple separation.

her father got a third job in order to keep up with payments, and anna pushed herself in both ballet and school - not being able to handle an empty apartment. she decided to get a job - to help ease her father, but was too young.

so anna decided to do what any average 12 year old would do. she started scamming people.

she’d sell store-bought lemonade as if it were homemade, stole ceramics from art class and sold them to neighbors. she found an old girl scouts uniform in the back of a goodwill and for the next month, she sold knock-off girl scout cookies from the dollar store - going door to door.

her personality had changed drastically - anna went from a sweet, optimistic girl with warm brown eyes and an infectious laugh to cold, calculated, and downright cruel. she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

she got an invitation to a prestigious private school, full scholarship, before she hit high school - originally wanted to reject it as the thought of being surrounded by new york’s richest teens was appalling, but their ballet program was a one-way ticket into the american ballet theatre. anna ultimately accepted the scholarship.

high school was immediately hell for her - pretentious rich kids who all shared a collective brain cell and her secondhand uniform being a prime target for them.

ballet got extremely competitive - anna was a threat to every dancer in their program, bullying and sabotage became standard - but anna retaliated when possible.

this all, however, suddenly stopped when anna picked up her latest scam: faking psychic. through a small network of ‘bees’ she’d pay to gather information (gossip, rumors, etc. etc.) she was able to accurately ~see~ into students’ past, present, and potentially future affairs. the money was very worth it.

from that point forward, people were intimidated by her.

when anna was 16 she was handpicked to join the american ballet theatre’s studio company, alongside 11 other lucky individuals. her dream from that point forward was to become the youngest principal ballerina for abt - and she was going to start by winning over the role of clara in their production of the nutcracker.

she was 17 when she was chosen, much to the dismay of the other girls. she had momentarily quit her ‘psychic’ business in order to dedicate the entirety of her time towards rehearsals & practice.

the final week before her first performance as clara, anna got into a car accident heading home after another tiresome rehearsal. knocked unconscious, anna woke up three days later with no recollection of the accident - and her leg freshly operated on.

it was a devastating event that should had killed her - maybe she would had been better off if it had - but instead, it had effectively destroyed any chances of her dancing professionally.

it took two months of extensive physical therapy for anna to walk again - now relying heavily on a cane.

with ptsd and depression weighing heavily on her shoulders, anna turned back to writing - mostly as a coping mechanism, but it soon became the fierce passion it once was when she was younger.

for the remainder of her high school life, anna dedicated the majority of her time towards recovery, her writing, and directing her school’s theatre productions. oh - and claiming that almost dying had given her the gift of mediumship. it wasn’t too far off from her psychic claims - her peers believed it well enough to either stay away, or pay her for a small amount of comfort.

decided to attend yates for their reputation despite her hatred for pretentious schools (very ironic because she herself is pretentious) & also. she had a scholarship <3 so. 

in the midst of writing her first book that’s based heavily on her experiences as a low income student at a private school but like. she’s side-eying all these societies and seeing a Big Money Grab if she were to. write abt them instead

still can’t dance any longer, but she works as a ballet assistant for one of the dance instructors & still tends to barge her way into theatre rehearsals to <3 give her unwarranted opinion

personality & facts.

she’s not the friendliest person. knows what she wants and how to get it, and will not hesitate to use people or push them out of her way in order to achieve her goals.

her cutthroat nature was the reason for her success in academics and dance - tends to intimidate the students in the ballet classes she helps out in.

horribly stubborn - if she’s got an idea of you already in her mind, then it’s hard to convince her otherwise.

still uses a cane - in fact, she can’t really walk without it - unless she wants to be in pain.

it’s sturdy, ornate, and pretty fucking solid. doubles as a weapon if need be - has definitely … hit people with it before, though she’s calmed down now that she’s a little older.

used to be very angry, very defensive as a teenager - is still the same, just … less intense. will not hesitate to speak her mind and let her opinions known - especially in the face of injustice.

doesn’t really have the best … relationship with authority, mainly because of where she was raised and her con-artist businesses. tends to be snarky and sarcastic to anybody in charge - or really, anybody in general.

pretty distrusting, pretty emotionless on the outside, doesn’t like to be seen as weak or somebody to be pitied. keeps herself closely guarded and doesn’t really let others ‘inside’ due to her own comfort levels.

she’ll sleep around but dating is out of the question, for the most part - she’s been on a few blind dates, a few casual get-togethers - but she’s always the one to break things off. is more of a careful hook-up kind of gal.

still does her psychic medium business !! sometimes she wonders if she’s a bad person because of it - but ultimately, it’s on her customers for believing in all that nonsense anyway. anna herself is a skeptic - doesn’t believe in anything unless she can see it and feel it.

is actually … a pretty sentimental person, doesn’t take anything she’s got for granted, and is hugely appreciative of her father. sends him money when she can. hasn’t spoken to her mother in years - pretty sure she’s got a step / half-sibling or two but she’s never met them.

a lone wolf and likes it that way, but she isn’t super opposed to friendship - even if she won’t necessarily call anybody a friend. appreciates others who are similar to her - got their head on right, and knows what they want in life.

has a pretty bad fear of driving - will uber if she needs to go anywhere - even then, being in cars makes her pretty anxious. still has ptsd-induced panic attacks, though she’s managed them pretty well.

doesn’t really do drugs! will smoke weed to ease the ache and her nerves, but otherwise she only takes what is prescribed for her. doesn’t drink anything hard, either. big fan of beer and wine. probably gets wine drunk home alone late at night … like … two times a week.

goes between being high strung and uncaring - she’s not especially moody ( rather, is just consistently angry for whatever reasons ) but she definitely tries to bottle everything up.

probably keeps pepper spray on her at all times, even though she’s got her cane. has cat ear brass knuckles on her keychain - took advantage of the archery club at her private school. she’s not paranoid, she just likes being prepared.

has a soft spot for children, animals, and soft women. kind of person who will put herself in the line of danger in order to protect others - even if she doesn’t necessarily know them too well.

also the kind of person who’ll set something on fire - or do something because you’ve told her not to. incredibly spiteful when wronged. will raise hell if need be.

morally ambiguous tbh.

wanted connections.

who do u think i am ;; either uh. people who have seen her around campus being a bit of a freak like <3 kick someone’s tire in a small fit of rage <3 or spend 20 minutes trying to coax a cat near her so she could pet it <3 or having a that’s so raven moment <3 or someone who tried to help her out with something and she was like. excuse me. what the fuck. get away from me freak loser. maybe threatened them.

slowburn but make it evil ;; uh. when i played her as older she hd a plot where she <3 ws engaged n then broke it off bcos her fiance cheated <3 so i wld like another. plot where she actually <3 tries to enjoy someone else’s company and presence and it just ends up hurting her n reaffirming her idea tht love is? fake n dumb n stupid. thank u.

ykno ... a little dash of spice ... ;; uh. yknow just hookups. hateships <3 or they never talk abt what happened <3 or an awkward drunk one night stand <3 maybe a pregnancy scare and shes like Ah. motherhood Scares me. because she <3 hates her own mother <3 LDSLKFHLGSHLK. it leaves their relationship rly weird the whole ordeal ... maybe even just a blind date <3 or someone she ghosted

read my future ;; customers very classic uh. just people who come to her for her psychic readings <3 and her uh. talking to the dead <3 but also alternately. skeptics ?? people suspicious of her ?? very epic. 

like actually Die? ;; enemies. she hates them so bad. maybe its one-sided. maybe theyre an annoyance. maybe she annoys them? very bad not very good. 

and we dance dance dance, dance dance dance <3 ;; this is just. fr ballet students. or, hold up, consider this: someone who recognizes her frm this. very tragic event where she cld no longer b a ballerina bc i think it ws. like not the Biggest deal bt if ur muse ran in private school circles ykno ??

pet the feral cat ;; these r the soft <3 normal connections <3 someone she’s soft for / protective of. friends that she doesn’t completely hate. 

i Do Not Know ;; i will. take anything. please. weed dealers, people she’s totally sus about for no reason. she steals and reads their mail. they have been rivals for years. they hv a special bond. they r strangers but they get stuck in an elevator. she’s tutoring them bt she wont let them take a break n she keeps making them recite fucking. shakespeare. anything is sexy and fun n cool