#I swear the colors don’t look like that on a swatch sheet of which I made it on

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Digital dreamers

DIGITAL DREAMERS

A pink and dark blue based psd made by me !

This is my first real psd im posting publicly that im happy with

please credit if used anywhere, minor edits allowed

Made on photopea,not too sure how well it will translate to photoshop

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Hold Me Tighter (Even Closer), Chapter 5 (Branjie, Jankie) - Joley

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Jan yawned as she woke up, limbs stretching as she sprawled out. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion - she was alone, but this was not her bed. But once she properly woke up, the memories of the night before came rushing back. And she had slept so well that night, her body relaxed in the wake of such an intense orgasm, comfortable in Jackie’s arms, there hadn’t been a thing she would’ve changed. But she was wondering where Jackie was – not that she would’ve gone too far from her apartment.

Without her contacts in, Jan had stumbled around the bedroom until she found clothes to put on. They fit a bit snugly, leading her to assume they were Jackie’s. But when she did put her contacts in and looked at the outfit, at the ribbed tank top and short shorts, she decided she looked cute and didn’t bother to change. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and made her way into the other room, smiling when she saw Jackie in the kitchen. “Morning.”

Jackie had thrown a large t-shirt on, one that hit just above her knees and covered the shorts she had on underneath. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she hummed contently to herself until she heard Jan’s voice. She looked over her shoulder, her face lighting up when she saw Jan walk towards her. Of course, she recognized her clothes on the other girl, but she had to admit, she liked how they looked on her even more. “Hey,” she greeted, “sleep well?”

“Very,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around her back from behind and kissing her cheeks. “Oh yay, pancakes!” she chirped as she looked at the stove from over Jackie’s shoulder.

“Well, you did ask so nicely last night,” she cooed. “I’ve got syrup and butter in the fridge if you wanna grab that. Do you want coffee?”

Jan let go of Jackie to rifle through the fridge. “I’ll have a cup if you’re making some already,” she replied as she put the syrup and butter on the counter. “Did you know you don’t have to refrigerate butter? Doesn’t make sense, but apparently, that’s a thing.”

Jackie furrowed her brows. “But it’s dairy. How can you not refrigerate dairy?”

“It’s more fat than dairy,” she shrugged as she opened a couple of cabinets until she found the one with the plates in it, taking two out before closing them all up.

“I guess,” Jackie relented, loading the pancakes onto a serving plate and setting it on the counter.

They filled their plates and made coffee before relocating to sit at the dining room table, still talking animatedly about otherwise trivial and mundane topics. All the worry about things being awkward between them in the aftermath had long since dissipated, to the point where it wasn’t even registering to them anymore. They ate their breakfast, got changed, and Jackie walked Jan out when it was time for her to leave. It was as simple as that.

Jackie cleaned up and retreated to her room afterward, laying facedown in bed. She inhaled deeply, her sheets and pillowcase still smelling like Jan. She didn’t know what she had been so worried about, they got along great after having sex. Surely there was no reason why that couldn’t factor into a normal friendship, right?

——

“Okay, you can let go,” Brooke Lynn said to Vanessa, who was standing on the opposite side of the room, holding the end of a tape measure. “So, we’re looking at a nine by nine room, which is a little bigger than I expected, so that’s nice,” she remarked, setting the tape measure aside and sloppily writing the dimensions down in a notebook.

Vanessa nodded as she looked around. The walls were a basic, simple white and the floors were hardwood. They’d both come to the immediate conclusion that both of these were unsuitable for their future child. So, while they were waiting for an update from the agency they had been in touch with, they decided to dive right into the room makeover. “You know what we should do? Paint the wall with the window a bright color, and the rest like, a pastel version of it.”

Brooke tilted her head, trying to envision what her wife described. “That’s a really good idea. We get a lot of natural light in here, it’ll balance out.”

“Don’t sound surprised, I have good ideas all the time!”

“You sure do,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around Vanessa and kissing her pouting lips. “We’ll get one of those paint swatch books and you can pick out your favorites.”

Vanessa arched her brow, unsure if that was an implied promise or if Brooke was simply placating her to avoid conflict – she was well known for the latter, after all. “You’re gonna let me pick?”

Brooke offered a non-committal hum, raking her fingers through Vanessa’s hair. “We’ll talk about it, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah I heard that line before,” she rolled her eyes, but smiled and kissed her nonetheless. “What time is Katya coming to pick up the desk?”

“She said around noon, so I’m expecting about two-thirty,” she chuckled and glanced at her phone. “She’ll text or call me when she’s on her way.” She may not have been able to trust Katya to be on time, but she usually gave enough of a warning for her to adjust accordingly. Still, just in case, she would end up periodically checking to see if her phone would ring or she’d hear that familiar text tone.

Vanessa nodded. “You know, one of Katya’s freshman students is dating her niece,” she remarked offhandedly. “I think she’s Jan’s roommate.”

Brooke’s brows knitted in the middle of her forehead. “Really? I swear, everyone’s so connected around here,” she mused with a shrug. It did seem like every time she was introduced to someone, they already had a connection to someone else. And it was only ever like that in their department at this school, no other community she had been a part of had been so interwoven. There was something oddly endearing about it when she thought about it. Maybe that was why she was still so attached, why she kept coming back here.

“Dunno how, but I think it could be useful once we get back into that matchmaking shit,” she added. “Like, have someone on the inside.”

Brooke looked at her wife curiously. “Are you suggesting we get Jan’s roommate – who is also Katya’s student and by proxy, yours – to be our matchmaking spy? That seems… unethical.”

Vanessa shrugged. “Just spitballin’ ideas here.” It’s not like either of them had a pure ethical code that they had a strict adherence to, but she supposed it was for the best to just let the idea go.

As it turned out, Katya was only about an hour late, which was fairly impressive by her standards. “Alright,” she prompted once she located the desk that had been temporarily moved into the living room, “let’s load this baby up.”

The desk wasn’t too heavy – Brooke and Katya were able to take it outside while Vanessa diligently supervised and helped the other two get it into the van. It was a tight squeeze, but they made it work. “Shit,” Vanessa smiled with an exhale, “this is happening.”

“Are you okay?” Brooke asked as the three of them went back inside.

“I am, it’s just really hitting. But I’ve never been more excited about nothing in my life.”

Katya looked at the couple with piqued interest, sitting down on the couch. “Well, come on, don’t leave me in the dark here,” she jokingly chastised. “Tell me everything. What have you done so far? What do you have to do? Are you gonna have to meet with whatever parent gave up custody?” While Katya and her wife did have a child, they had gone the surrogacy route, as her wife had expressed a strong desire to do so.

“It’s so much paperwork,” Brooke said with a dramatic flourish as she dropped herself onto the couch. “I mean I get it, they want to be thorough, but still.”

Vanessa nodded. “We gotta do this thing called the ‘home study’. It’s a fuckton of meetings, interviews, and training sessions with the agency. Gonna take a few months to do all of it,” she added.

Katya looked positively riveted at the explanation. She supposed she had previously assumed it was just a marginally more complicated version of adopting a pet. “What do they teach you? Like, how not to neglect a kid?”

“Kind of,” Brooke replied. “It’s more like, understanding adoption, figuring out what we bring to the table as good parents, and stuff to decide what type of child would best be suited to us. It’s not like, we just walk into a room, look at a bunch of kids, and pick out the cutest one.”

“I mean yeah, when you put it like that, it is a human being’s entire life in play,” Katya agreed. “I think all parents should have some sort of ‘how not to fuck up your kids’ training. I’d take it in a heartbeat,” she added offhandedly.

Vanessa frowned and leaned forward, making sure she held Katya’s gaze. “Why? You guys are good moms, got your shit together, and whatever.” Sure, it had been a little surprising when she had made the announcement, but they both had all the faith in the world that she would raise her child – Brooke and Vanessa’s goddaughter – very well.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t you want a cheat sheet if you had the option of getting one?”

Brooke and Vanessa looked at each other, engaging in some sort of silent, telepathic communication happening between the two of them before they simultaneously nodded and answered, “yeah.”

Katya had a small, triumphant grin before moving on to her next question. “What type of kid are you hoping for? Is that an… okay thing to ask?”

“Yeah, I mean, we have to set some sort of parameters so the agency knows what to look for,” Brooke explained. “We decided to aim for the three to five age range, adoption rates drop off drastically at that point, and honestly, I don’t trust myself taking care of a newborn. “I said that race and ethnicity was a non-issue for me, but–”

“–But ideally, I’m hopin’ for a Latina, wanna have those cultural things to bond over, you know?” Vanessa finished, then added, “we also want a girl.”

Katya’s eyes were bright with enthusiasm for her friends. “I’m sure whatever child ends up with you is gonna be super cute and super lucky to have you guys,” she told them, then looked down to check her phone. “I gotta head out though, Priyanka’s babysitting, and I don’t trust her with Julia for more than a couple hours, especially if she brought Lemon over,” she said as she got up, then looked at her friends with a fond smile. “Oh, I remember when you two were in that phase. New love, obnoxious horniness. Ah, memories. Anyway, good luck, bye!” And with that, she was gone.

Vanessa moved to sit on Brooke’s lap. “You remember those days, boo? All that young, puppy love?”

Brooke smiled, wrapping her arms around Vanessa’s waist. “How could I ever forget? We were just so obsessed with each other, even though our communication was pretty damn bad at the beginning,” she laughed softly.

“What, like with the Juilliard girl?” Vanessa hid her face in the crook of Brooke’s neck as she giggled. “I thought I was so smart tryna make you jealous to get some rough sex,” she shook her head, cheeks still reddening despite all the years that had passed.

“Yeah, the one I was ready to murder,” Brooke recalled. “Little did you know, the best was yet to come,” she hummed as she aimlessly played with Vanessa’s hair.

Throughout their relationship, they had learned what felt like every little detail about each other, especially in the bedroom. Vanessa learned that Brooke was an exhibitionist that got off on riling her up in public, Brooke learned that Vanessa was a textbook brat that loved having her limits pushed. There was a solid chunk of time after their honeymoon that was dedicated almost exclusively to doing everything and anything they wanted to in bed.

“Been a while since we fucked like that,” Vanessa mused offhandedly. It was neither of their faults, there had been a time where they really couldn’t do anything but work. And they loved their work, and they felt comfortable enough with each other for it to never be a real concern.

Brooke frowned, holding her wife tighter. “I guess so… God, I hope we’re not falling into a lesbian bed death.” She caught the look on Vanessa’s face, the one where she was asking for an explanation without wanting to have to say the words. “It’s when a lesbian couple still really loves each other, but their sex life kind of… tapers off.”

Vanessa nodded in understanding. “Gonna have even less time once we bring in a kid,” she added, then shifted so Brooke was laying down and she was resting on top of her. “I don’t want that to happen with us, though.”

“Then we won’t let it,” she hummed, securing both arms around the smaller woman and leaning up to kiss her sweetly. “We’ll make time for each other, cram in all the sex we can get before we have to be on our best behavior. I promise I’ll make it good for you, okay baby?”

That was enough to satiate the newly-developed concern that had bubbled up inside of Vanessa. She knew neither of them ever doubted that their attraction towards each other was only matched by their love for each other, but just like any other couple, making time to remind themselves of that could only help. “Yeah, I know you’re good for it,” she chuckled softly.

There was a beat of silence before Brooke asked, “Do you think that’s why we’ve been trying to get Jan and Jackie together? To live vicariously through them?”

Vanessa chewed on her lip as she thought. “Nah,” she finally concluded. “It ain’t like that. It’s the nostalgia of it all, you know? It’s fun because watching people fall in love is fun, and sometimes people that are already in love can see that spark in other people.”

Brooke smiled warmly. “You know, sometimes I forget how prolific you can be.”

“I’m not prolific, I’m pro-choice.” Vanessa watched as Brooke struggled with the decision of whether or not to correct her. “I’m just fucking with you, babe.”

——

Jaida stared at Jackie with a deadpan expression. “You know you’re supposed to be the smart one, right?” she finally asked.

Jackie frowned, poking her fork against her food. “I don’t see what the big deal is. This whole thing was just about us being awkward about fooling around. Now we’re having sex, so everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t that be fine?”

The conversation hadn’t been going on for very long, but it was clear that Jaida was already exhausted with her friend. “The general rule of thumb for just fucking someone is that you don’t cuddle them while you sleep and then cook them breakfast in the morning. You do that with someone you’re tryna cuff,” she told her. “And if that’s what you wanna do, that’s fine, but you gotta own it.”

“I’m not trying to cuff her!” Jackie insisted. “I mean it, we have great sexual chemistry and we were driving ourselves crazy trying to ignore it. So, all we’re doing is not ignoring it. It’s healthier for us, otherwise class was just… weird. And I don’t want things to be weird with her.”

“You want me to believe that you got no feelings for her whatsoever, huh?” Jaida hadn’t even met Jan yet, she didn’t need to. She’s known Jackie long enough to know that she has never had a successful friends-with-benefits relationship before. Someone always caught feelings, and no matter how it ended, it was never good. Perhaps that was obvious, considering Jackie had been single for over a year, something Jaida knew she hated.

And that left Jackie quiet for a good few moments. As much as she overanalyzed everything else in her life, she didn’t want to do that with Jan. Jan didn’t seem complicated to her – she was vivacious and charming and seemed to know exactly what she wanted out of life. She had an air of whimsy about her that Jackie both admired and envied. “I’ve never met anyone like her before. I can’t explain how, but she’s… different. And I don’t know if it means I have feelings for her, I’m not at a point where I want to think about it.”

Jaida nodded as she listened. Even if she wasn’t fully convinced in everything Jackie said, she understood where she was coming from. And she could’ve kept riding her about it, but she didn’t see much point in that either. “Is sex good, at least?”

Jackie nearly choked on the bite of food in her mouth, quickly washing it down with a swig of her drink. “Jaida!” she giggled her hand to her chest, clutching imaginary pearls. “But, um… yes, some of the best I’ve ever had. It’s crazy, when you look at her, you see this cute, doe-eyed girl, but as soon as she gets a little horny… shit, it’s a whole transformation.”

“You topping her or nah?” She was amused and surprised by how candid her friend was being and wanted to see how far she could push it.

This time Jackie blushed and bit down on her lip. “Oh my god, Jaida,” she shook her head and looked down. “There’s no other option but to top her, it’s pretty hot.”

“Damn, okay,” Jaida laughed. “So when do I get to meet this girl? Wanna find out who’s been living in your mind rent-free.”

Jackie shrugged as she finished up her lunch. “Stop by campus one of these days, I’m sure Brooke Lynn won’t mind if you sit in on a class,” she offered. “Just play it cool, okay?”

Jaida snorted. “You first, bitch.”

[random-imagines-blog]

In The Nightside of Eden {Rupert Grint x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru​ Wordcount: 2301 Summary: After getting in a fight, you leave your husband to sleep on the couch. The next morning, you try to make it up to one another. Warnings: Like one swear word, I think? Super tame.

For a recently married couple, you and your husband didn’t have all that long of a honeymoon phase where everything was peachy keen. As it were, even your honeymoon wasn’t ideal because as an actor who had a role in one of the biggest franchises in the world, the paparazzi were hiding around every corner, taking pictures of the two of you taking a stroll through the beautiful city you had chosen as your destination. It was amazing when the two of you were alone but the adjustment from it just being the two of you, to it being the two of you plus some of the major Harry Potter fan groups, was a bit rough, and caused you to be stressed most of the time.Although it was a source of frustration, you wouldn’t change anything about your relationship with Rupert, because even though there were times of squabbling, he was still the man that you were madly in love with, and pledged to spend the rest of your life with.

“For God’s sake, just pick a color!” Rupert complained, looking at the bedroom wall with exasperation. You had painted a couple of samples on the wall, different shades of your favorite color, which he had agreed with, but he hadn’t expected you to still have problems choosing. “Y/N, it’s been a week since we primed,  I’d like to be able to sleep in my own bedroom again.” Around him were the furnishings of the room, but they were all covered in tarp and old sheets so that they wouldn’t get paint dripped onto them.

“I would be more than happy to pick one, darling,” You said, grating your teeth, “if you would just give me an opinion on what one you like.”

“You know I don’t really care!” Rupert retorted back. “I think they all look the same anyway.”

“I think they all look the same,” You mimicked with your hands on your hips. “You know, these are the walls that we are going to wake up with everyday, it matters.”

“You are seriously going to make a big deal out of a paint color?” Ron asked, raising an eyebrow. However, you were thinking the same thing about him, and your facial expression said that all for you. Whilst you were staring at him, Rupert went to the wall, closed his eyes, and just laid his hand on one of the swatches. “You happy now? I pick this one, can we just fucking finish now?”

Your mouth dropped open as he swore at you. The fact that he used it in anger had taken you totally by surprise. “I can’t believe you, Rupert.” You pulled yourself together rather quickly, and left the room before you would say something that you might regret. How dare he? He swore sometimes when he was telling a story, or when he was frustrated with something, but that was the first time that he ever swore at you.

Before you could even make it to the living room, you heard the bedroom door slam shut. It startled you, making you jump, but you refused to look back, refused to give in to his anger. Over paint of all things! As you made your way into the living room, you thought about calling a friend, perhaps Emma or Evanna, and asking if you could spend the night there but you weren’t about to be kicked out of your own home. Rupert had put in the down-payment but you put just as much money into the mortgage and upkeep and decorating as he had.

Love seemed to be a common theme on the television shows that you flicked through, trying to find a distraction from your mood. You were laid out on the couch, head on one of the many pillows that you had bought in anticipation of a house of your own, pressing down on remote buttons to go through the many channels. Rupert didn’t come out of the bedroom, not that you had noticed, and you were grateful for that. You knew that things would be better in the morning, or at the very least, you hoped that they would. Sighing, you tried to think of how you were going to apologize for getting so overworked about something as dumb as a paint color. Maybe you would take him out for ice cream - that always seemed to make him happy, considering at one time he wanted to be an ice cream man.

-

Rupert was sitting on the bed, sheets still covering up the blankets, looking at the wall blankly. You had frustrated him beyond measure, that much was true, but he was to blame as much as you were. Nothing excused the fact that he had swore at you, and he did feel bad about that. Your face stayed in his mind, the way that you had looked at him - the shock, the sob that was probably trying to escape. He knew you so well.

After a little while longer, he got up and approached the wall where the paint samples were, and really did take a close look at them. He hoped that by finally making a decision instead of dragging his feet, you may be able to forgive him for the curse word. Even then though, he knew he had to do something more.

Rupert had to make a couple of trips to the closet and back, because he figured out what your inspiration was for these colors. It was your favorite sweater, hung up in a place of pride in the closet so you could easily grab it. He knew it was your favorite, and he loved that it was, because it was one of the first presents that he had ever bought you. He even went as far as to hold the sleeve against the different colors and try to figure out which shade was closest to the fabric. Your sweater matched one of them perfectly, so he noted down the name so he could go and get more of that paint in the morning. That was the problem solved - right?

“I’m finally done deciding-” He said, leaving the bedroom to go to the living room, but he stopped in the doorway. He instantly shut his mouth because he saw you curled up on the couch, the colors of the screen lighting up your face, your eyes closed. “I’m sorry,” He whispered, seeing that you were sleeping. “I’m so sorry.”

It didn’t wake you up, it didn’t even make you move in the slightest. That’s what proved to him that you were really sleeping, because you always seemed to react to his words while you were awake. At the very least, he hoped that you would have acknowledged them had you heard. Ah - well, time for all of that in the morning, he supposed.

The first thing that he did was click off the television, making the room dark once more. You weren’t as light as a feather, but Rupert had gotten used to holding you in his arms. He picked you up and carried you into bed the exact same way that he had carried you across the threshold of your home after your honeymoon. It was by instinct that you curled further into his chest, your face against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. So he himself was trapped when he set you down on the bed in the guest bedroom that the two of you had been using until this whole paint debacle was over, and he was forced into laying down with you. Maybe not so much forced - it was always a pleasure to be with you.

He lay in the bed, wishing that he could at least take his socks and jeans off, but with the way that you were holding him ... it seemed better to be fully dressed than to risk your rage at waking you up. He almost laughed at the thought of you getting grumpy with him for moving away from you when you had been the one to leave in the first place. And then he looked at the walls in the guest bedroom and groaned internally. That was going to be another argument, more than likely.

It didn’t take long for him to drift off though, even fully dressed.

-

After the sun rose, you started to wake up and realized that you were in the bedroom that you and Rupert had been sharing while your main bedroom was being redecorated. He must have carried you there, you realized, sometime after you had fallen asleep on the couch. “Rupe?” You asked, reaching behind you in the bed to see if he had joined you, but the space behind you was empty. It was rumpled though, so perhaps he had been there with you during the night and had woken up early.

It took you a bit of time to wake up - falling asleep with strong emotions always made you feel extra tired, and it was hard to get out of bed. The blankets were tucked around you, and your heart soared that even after an argument, he still cared enough to tuck you in properly. Many people wouldn’t have done that, certainly none of your exes. He was a good one, and you smiled at your wedding ring, just as you did every morning when you woke up, thankful for the life that you had been given.

Once you were up and awake though, you wandered through the house and found that it was empty. A look out the window showed that the car was gone, and you frowned out at the rainy morning. Even though you didn’t know where he had gone, you knew that he wouldn’t be long, or else he would have left a note. Rupert was usually very kind that way, and since there was nothing attached to the fridge, you figured he’d be back soon enough.

That was a good sign. If you started to cook breakfast now, he might even be back in time while it was still hot.

Before too long, you were humming as you cooked some of his favorites - bacon, eggs, sausages, toast, making a big, hearty breakfast to work as an apology for losing your cool the night before.

-

Rupert had woken up early. The sun was bleak behind the clouds, threatening rain, but it was still bright enough for him to know that it was indeed morning. You had rolled over during the night, your back against his chest, your hair tickling his nose, which he had to blow away to avoid sneezing on you. He managed to slide himself out of the bed without much problem, and snuck out, closing the door behind him so you wouldn’t be disturbed as he moved around, getting ready for his plan.

He stripped himself of his outfit from the day before and put on some lazy clothes, as well as a hat and sunglasses to try to be undercover. He loved the fans, he really did, but he just wanted to go and get the paint from the hardware store, and not have to stop and take a bunch of photos. He left the house quietly, locking the door behind him. When the car started up, the engine starting to purr, he winced, hoping that wasn’t enough to wake you up. He really did want this to be a surprise, and it would have been perfect if he could make it before you got out of bed.

The store was a bit busy, considering it was hardly nine o’clock in the morning and they had only been open for an hour. He had to stand in line to talk to the paint department, and by the time that he had finally left with a can in each hand, forty-five minutes had passed. When he got to his car, a couple of fans did see him, and he took the time to ask them how they are, take a couple of selfies, and wish them a good day.

He parked in the driveway, and made it through the front door without too much noise, but once he was inside, he saw that he shouldn’t have bothered. You were clearly awake, and the smell coming from the kitchen showed that you had been busy. Sausage and bacon were the two main scents that made their way into his nostrils, and his mouth started to water. He had skipped breakfast so that he could go and get the paints, and now he was absolutely starving.

He set the paints down by the door, and headed into the kitchen where you were watching the toaster, waiting for the toast to pop. Approaching you slowly, he put his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. You hummed happily as he swayed with you, showing both of your good moods.

“I’m sorry about -”

“I apologize for-”

You both started at the same time, then stopped, and laughed at each other. You were so in sync, it was amazing.

“I made your favorites,” You said with a grin, a flush upon your cheeks.

“I finally decided on a color and picked up the paint,” He told you with the same look.

“Thank you,” You said, leaning back against him. He kissed your temple then let go of you so you could finish up breakfast, and he could bring the paint to the bedroom for an afternoon of work. You watched him go with your heart beating fast.

God, you loved this man.

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sunset headcanon using these prompts. 

1. What does their bedroom look like? (expanded this to her studio unit, since that means it's all her bedroom) It's messy. Her bedroom is really the loft space in her unit. The stairs to the loft space are littered with her shoes on nights where she comes home from a show with the Rainbooms and just goes to bed. The bed is never made. The bookshelves above her bed space are neatly organized though as these books are often the ones that comfort her the most on nights when she has nightmares. She has a nightstand and a small dresser in the loft space. The nightstand has things like her retainer, hair scrunchies, notebooks and pens, about 80 half-used chapsticks, a bottle of lotion, stuff like that. 

The dresser isn't full of clothes (she keeps those in a wardrobe near the bathroom). The dresser is mostly old notebooks full of ideas or assorted notes that don't mean much any more. Things that she can't quite get rid of live in that dresser. 

The rest of the unit is pretty messy too. She has close hung over a beaten up couch (the couch itself has a blanket that Rare made her). There's old takeout on a small end-table next to the couch. Her TV console has DVDs, video games, books, some sheet music. There's also a plant for no disernable reason other than AJ came by at some point and said she needed living things. There's also a plant above her dresser near the bathroom because she liked the look of hanging plants. 

The wardrobe and dresser are both near the bathroom. The wardrobe barely shuts because of the mix of clothes and she sort-of stashes her laundry bin in there and it's more than overflowing. 

Her dresser is half-neat. There's a space for her jewelery and it never quite makes it back into the jewelry box. She swears Rarity will haunt her for this. 

Under the stairs are some boxes, and her amps. Along the wall of the stairs to her bed are her guitars. She keeps her flame one above the landing for ease of use. 

Her desk is under the loft bed and is the only clean place. With her depth studies on magic & the world she lives in, she needs to keep it clean to think. She has a white board on one of her walls that has scribbles of notes and trailed thoughts. There's books lining the shelves here. Some library books, stolen from when she was bad. 

The bathroom in the loft is barely a room. It's a toilet, sink and shower cramed into a closet space. The kitchenette near the front door is worse. She has a hot-plate instead of a stove, which is fine since she doesn't cook. She has a 4-foot-tall fridge with a small freezer component. There's a sink and enough counter space for her microwave and dishes (if she ever washes them).

2. Do they have any daily rituals? It does depend on the day. She wakes up early on school days since the Rainbooms have 0 period band practice. Though, "early" usually means about 20-minutes before she needs to leave. She grabs a shower, changes, gets her guitar and school stuff, and runs off. After classes, she has a part-time job at the mall, then either goes to one of the girls' house to study and do homework or goes home. She's fairly smart and can get through her work quickly (not as quick as Twi, but pretty quick). Any time after her work is done, she often starts looking into magic and will stay up late doing that.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often? Sunset loves running. She tries to work it into her schedule, but usually the most running she does is to school when she's late. She doesn't mind traditional work outs, but she feels freest running.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy? Sunset is queen of microwave dinners because she cannot cook and she usually forgets. If the kitchen is truly busy, she will forgo food or just talk to whoevers cooking and pray for a bite to eat.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) Personal cleanliness is good. Although her workplace is a mess (see her bedroom), Sunset takes great care in her personal appearance. She really wants to control the perception of people, so she's fairly clean and looks it. She's only ever a slob in her own home.

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu She's bad at eating. Mostly, she tends to get wrapped up in something and forgets to eat, so when she does eat, it's a lot at one time (like a vacuum). Her daily meal is often coffee in the morning, huge lunch at school with whatever is available (& sweets Pinkie brings in), dinner at the mall if she can swing it or dinner with the girls if they're hanging out, and only like an apple at home.

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time Sunset doesn't really like to waste time? She likes to be constantly doing something to push away her thoughts. If she's wasting time it's with her friends either with music, shenanigans, shopping, or fashion.

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging Sunset indulges in magic, more than she should considering what it did to her last time. But she wants to find the limits. She's a researcher and now with Twi, she can look into it. I don't think she realizes it's indulging though.

9. Makeup? She typically wears eye liner, does her eyebrows, and sometimes wears red lip stick, but she doesn't have time for full face all the time.

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? She's more relaxed. Twi has more of the neuroses. Sunset is only neurotic about her home study space.

11. Intellectual pursuits? Magic primarily. She wants to know what makes her powers work and why. She wants to know the connection between the realms.

12. Favorite book genre? Her comfort books are young adult/new adult contemporary. She doesn't like fantasy -- feels she's lived too much of it.

13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general? Bisexual. She thinks people should live and love the way they want to as long as they aren't hurting anyone.

14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) I don't like the way this question is worded, but PTSD.

15. Biggest and smallest short term goal? Play an official gig with the Rainbooms and make new friends

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal? Understand why magic is reactive to friendship and therapy.

17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress Dresses more punk, switches often between studded skirts and pants, wears a lot of leather and jean, her color swatches are orange, purple, hot pink, and black.

18. Favorite beverage? Smoothies, but she never has time or money for them.

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night? Anxieties. Usually that her friends hate her. She really has to force herself through exercises Shy taught her.

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? Nope.

21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs? Ons: intelligence and friendship Offs: Gloating, hatred, selfishness

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? She would probably doodle, surprisingly.

23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? Not vary and it drives Twi and Rare up a wall! Her notes for her own work are organized, but everything else is just chaos!

24. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all? Sunset has a real strong grasp of magic itself after so many years of study. She really does like to look into other pursuits (especially with science since that was less common in her original realm). But she doesn't like literature as much unless it's for enjoyment and will focus more on musical pursuits.

25. How do they see themselves 5 years from today? Finishing a degree in neurosciences with a thesis on exploring the use of magic within the brain.

26. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout? She really wants to tour with the Rainbooms, but she's worried the girls are going to focus on their dreams (And that it doesn't include the Rainbooms). So she's focused on her dream of getting a neuroscience degree.

27. What is their biggest regret? Turning into a demon and ignoring friendship.

28. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy? Princess Twilight is her best friend (though, she does love SciTwi, she knows there's a difference). 

I think Adagio is closest to her worst enemy. Sunset really doesn't trust her, and even though Sunset wants her to change, the two just grate on each other.

29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) Sunset thinks clearly and comes up with a logical quick solution.

30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) Sunset shuts down hard and shuts everyone out.

31. Most prized possession? Her journal for communicating with Princess Twilight.

32. Thoughts on material possessions in general? She's had to give up a lot, so there's not much she would ever want to take with her. But she thinks you should keep things that mean something as long as it doesn't hinder you from growth.

33. Concept of home and family? Without blood relations in the new realm, Sunset relies on the girls to be her family. The new realm is definitely "home" and her birth-realm was definitely not.

34. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?) Sunset is pretty private about her personal problem. She's not prone to TMI. She listens a lot more.  

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time? Doodling.

36. What makes them feel guilty? Her past. She has really struggled to get over it and she is growing. She works hard to not think about it and even more to be better than it.

Ruining peoples lives, manipulating them, stealing, and forsaking friendship are her worst sins and she tries to work on everyone of those.

37. Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making? It depends on the situation. Analytical in physical issues, and emotional in personal issues.

38. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality? Type A trying to be a Type B

39. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained? Music.

40. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither? She used to have a superiority-complex. She now has neither.

41. How misanthropic are they? She's not.

42. Hobbies? Music, studying, magic.

43. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education? She's in high school and could definitely complete college. She thinks education is important and thinks it depends on the person. certain subjects she can self-teach, but she knows she needs help and more "formal" education for others.

44. Religion? None.

45. Superstitions or views on the occult? She is not very superstitious, and feeds into the occult with her magic search.

46. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? Deeds at this point.

47. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal? Sunset is looking for companionship. She really values intelligence and sharing that together. Her ideal person is out of reach forever now (and she knows that, and she's happy for her). She wanted a princess and the version in this world is definitely her friend and maybe she could fall in love with her, but she knows it's not the same. Princess Twi was someone who cared for her and saw past all her shit and wanted to help her be better which is what Sunset needs. But they were also so good at figuring things out together. They were willing to listen and share and she needs that.

48. How do they express love? Through actions. Coffee on the desk while the others working. A kiss on the side of the head. Flirting from across the room. Love songs.

49. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like? Sunset is no-hold-bar. She fights dirty. She's scrappy and unafraid.

50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not? Yes. Sunset definitely has the feeling of needing to be remember (she tries to shake this, but it's definitely still deep in her). Dying means people might not remember her. I think if she got over that, she wouldn't fear dying.