#NO BECAUSE WHY DO THE UNPLANNED DOODLES ALWAYS LOOK SO GOOD

[mitsundere]

additional doodles for benbaro childhood friends au because i have no self-control

[not-your-bro]

hi there! idk if u still do hcs, but if u do, can u do some platonic climbing class hcs? thank you!

hiya!! i am always doing hcs! depending on what i've got front of brain and how busy i am, it may take a minute for me to answer, but i am p much always ready & willing to yap 🫡

a lot of these hcs have been mentioned in fics of mine over the years, so apologies if any are familiar, but here's what i've got:

made short horror films together when they were kids. josh was the driving creative force, chris was the cameraman & editor. hannah and beth always featured in them, and so did their other friends from time to time. (jess loved being in them but she's a terrible actress LOL.) in an old fic of mine, i had josh make a dvd collection of these films and give them to chris as a present. josh would also keep a copy in the washingtons' media collection, and he rewatches them more than he'd admit. chris gets too much secondhand embarrassment to revisit them super often.

because absolutely nothing can keep them from yapping, they were nonstop note passers in school. josh was good at getting away with it, but chris wasn't - not as quick with the sleight of hand, and he always just looked like he was doing something he wasn't supposed to. at some point, josh had the bright idea to write their notes with invisible ink pens, so getting caught wasn't a big deal. in middle and high school, when they didn't spend all day in the same classroom together, they left notes in each other's lockers a lot.

always do joint halloween costumes, and they've been doing it for so many years that it's just an unspoken, understood thing that they'll be dressing up together. some costumes i think they'd do: billy and stu from scream; adam and lawrence from saw; wayne and garth from wayne's world; lloyd and harry from dumb and dumber (the ugly suits specifically); ian malcolm and alan grant from jurassic park.

chris was deeply into the lord of the rings movies as a kid, and even though he didn't get far in the books (not a reader), he thought it was cool that tolkien made up an entire language. so...you can guess what he and josh tried to do... it wasn't deep/robust - more individual words/common phrases than a proper language - but they liked being able to communicate with each other in a way only they could understand. sometimes they did it for privacy, other times to be annoying. like it bothered beth to no end, so the boys definitely just made shit up in front of her to get a rise, even though they had no idea what the other was saying.

chris drinks mainly to keep up with josh, even though he doesn't particularly care for alcohol unless it's masked in a mixed drink. but chris likes to smoke weed, and so does josh, so they're always slipping outside together to smoke. when they were younger, they really tried to keep it secret - had a little hideout in the woods and everything. later, they realized that a) it was pretty obvious what they were doing and b) nobody gave a shit. so as they got older josh liked to make up increasingly ridiculous reasons for why they needed to step out.

chris is largely the driver and josh the passenger princess, and if other friends are riding with them, josh has to get shotgun or it's, like, a problem. he's such a baby about it - he just feels it's his seat. when josh drives it's because he had an idea of something they could do together, and he just sort of...showed up at chris's house. leading to lots of text exchanges like this

in this vein, they hang out constantly but they don't often make set plans or decide what they're doing beforehand. it's really just a lot of hanging out, in the purest sense of the word, and they aren't opposed to parallel play - each doing their own thing in the same room, like chris playing a game while josh doodles and half-watches. lots of late nights turn into unplanned sleepovers, to the point that josh bought an extra toothbrush to keep in the bathroom for just such occasions. whenever friends or family are like "what'd you guys do?" they get shrugs and "nothing really." which sounds like a brush-off, but most of the time it is nothing really, and imo that's the best part of their friendship to me. they can do fuck-all for hours and still enjoy themselves together. no stress, no expectation. and i think this is crucial for both of them, for different reasons. chris has social anxiety and josh is always On. for chris, being with josh doesn't trigger that anxiety, and for josh, being around chris doesn't require the same level of performance. it's just comfortable.

[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys and your moments with them

note: female reader insert

warnings: tooth rooting fluff, slightly nsfw, mentions of alcohol, some grammar issues because I didn’t proofread this, sorry 😔

starring: bokuto, semi, matsukawa, tsukishima, sakusa, kageyama and goshiki

thank you for 1,7k!!!

bokuto kotaro: unplanned dates + things he do for you

“hey hey hey babe”

“why?”

“let’s go on a date, i miss u”

The little moments with bokuto is something that you will never forget. Those unplanned dates with just him in his sweats and unruly hair. Those date with him at the park with just him lying on your lap, admiring your face with a cheeky smile painting his lips. Or the way his hands playfully trace small circles on your lap playfully.

Those moments with him that’ll make you neglect your schoolworks in an instant because he pulled out a shenanigan on you (with the help of akaashi, so it’ll look convincing that bokuto is really in pain, but surprise bitch, it’s a prank) but truth is he just want to see your face because volleyball has consumed his time. And you’ll just smack him off for scaring you but he’d just kiss you in return. Kisses that are too strong with passion and desire. He gives more to the point you would be drowning with his passionate spirit.

You love it when he does this small thing where he tugs your stray away hair behind your ear. You always ask him why, but instead of answering your inquiry, he’ll just pull out a bouquet of handpicked flowers from the park and will hand to you.

“You ask why? Is it wrong to admire how absolutely stunning you are?”

sjDJHDBJSB DEAD

semi eita: when he invited you to a nearby gig

beautiful boy invited you and you thought you were just dreaming so he flicked you on your forehead 🥰💀

One thing that you should be taking with you especially when you’re going for a gig is a fucking jacket. Regardless of the event being indoors or outdoors, a fucking jacket is a must.

But you might be someone who lives under the rocks and decided to wear a full glam without taking a jacket to warm you off.

Yet, the night is already starting. Night sky is deep with velvety clouds and twinkling stars. Going back would be such a pain and Semi might be annoyed if you’d pull out a grand entrance because you’re so late. Heaving a sigh, you pulled over the venue where the gig is at. You saw him at the entrance with his signature grey hair styled perfectly and his hands stuffed into his jeans.

He gave you a quick look. “Hey.”

You let out a breath, “hey.”

You noticed that there were no people. No noise. Hell, there weren’t a gig to start with. “Semi?”

“I know. But this is the only thing i could pull of just so i could ask you on a date.”

sakusa kiyoomi: when you know you both share mutual feelings but there is something holding both of you back

you and sakusa both know you share some deep seated feeling towards each other yet neither both of you decided to talk about it.

you fell hard for him even more when you were dead shit drunk (yet, you are still aware of everything around you, however you have the guts to act carelessly even around sakusa) and you decided to tease him by sitting on his lap, when you barged into his dorm room after going hom from a sorrority party.

It really took him by surprise at how vulgar you are with your words. How straightforward you were around him. When in reality when you’re sober, you’d never dare to talk to him, let alone straddling on his lap. Or the way you look at him slowly beneath your lashes. No matter how hard sakusa tries to shut his thoughts, but he wishes to see more of this side of you.

He could smell the reek of alcohol on your breath yet he made no complains whatsoever because it’s you. It’s fucking you. And, he’ll never throw a fit even if it disturbs his personal confort zone, because it’s you that we are talking about here. And, you are in a state of vulnerability because of alcohol, now isn’t a time for him to be a brat about hygiene or whatever.

You whispered, “why are you such a stone, sakusa?”

He didn’t quite understand what you meant by that, but he chose to shut up and stare at your deep, tired eyes. Those eyes that captivated him. Those eyes of yours that he wishes to stare more at.

“I like you so much,” you slurred. “You and your bitchiness about people around you. Y-you..” you paused, shifting yourself comfortably on his lap while you gripped on his shoulders.

Sakusa could hear his own frantic heartbeat. Did you really mean it? But he knows, every shit that a drunk says, is nothing but the truth.

“I l-like you l, ya know that?” You grinned and tumbled but sakusa was fast enough to hold you on you waist. He burried his face onto the crook of you neck and whispered but loud enough for you to hear, “i like you too, but you’re disgusting right now.”

The next day was a beautiful disaster. With him and you in bed.

tsukishima kei: a study date with him at the library

having kei as your tutor could be really cold but what choice do you have?

Kei isn’t the type to sugarcoat things just because he wanted to be the type to give sympathy. But no. He will lash out if your essay is shit and he’ll even rub it onto your face that your choice of words aren’t passing his high standards. Not even a bit. That is how Kei is.

Yet, he knows when to stop with his venomous words. Especially when he knows you were having a bad day and so he decided to act more docile so he wouldn’t hurt more of your feelings.

Study dates with him isn’t too romantic because he prioritizes both of your academic success. But there will be time where he will let you snuggle close to him when the library’s air condition is making you cold. Or when he lets you doodle little dinosaurs on his forearms while he watches you under his stern, golden eyes.

“Why do you keep on playing with my hair? You should be studying your biology, dumbo.” He isn’t annoyed. In fact, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s just too tsundere to admit.

But you know it well that he loves it so you play with his locks even more while leaning over to place a chaste peck on his cheeks.

Kei flipped his book and whispered. “Why do I love a fucking goner?”

kenma kozume: when he immediately hugged you after his stream

Kenma isn’t the type to be suave with words. But he expresses his affection through action because according to kuroo, that is much more cool.

He just finished a stream and gave away his honest review on how this palace dungeon game is. But is didn’t fazed him at all. In fact, he didn’t liked the graphics at all. A solid five for gamer!kenma

What made him scared is that it is already eleven in the evening yet you were nowhere to be found.

But his anxiousness subsided when he heard the familiar clanking of the front bell. And there you stood at the door, looking gloomy and kenma made sure to act up immediately.

It took you by surprise when he stood up from his seat and immediately wrapped you around his body. The familiar whiff of his cologne mixed with his warmth. This is more than you asked for.

kuroo tetsurou: when he makes fun of you because he likes you so much

King of provocation and chemistry nerd kuroo always love to mess up with you. And you can’t find a way to get to him back or?

“You know what?” Kuroo began.

You raised a brow, “what?”

“You’re small.”

“You’re just tall, Kuroo. Now,” you raised a pencil towards his direction, “leave me alone.”

Kuroo clicked his tongue. Now is the time for him to continue on further to pester you. He isn’t being a jerk though, but he just finds it cute especially when you get agitated with just him and his presence. The way your fist curling and he can’t help but to admire your annoyed face. You’re so damn cute but you just don’t even notice the notable fucking obvious.

Kuroo decided to play with your hair but you had other things in mind. To get back at him just for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

You exerted a lot of effort to pull his collar down just to match you eye level with his. You smiled, “is it just playing with my hair that you could pull off, kuroo?”

You’re donw with him concealing his feeling because he has no guts to come up to you. So you did him a favor. Something that’ll distract him for the rest of his day.

matsukawa issei: 3am dance with him

You were washing the dishes at night when you felt two strong arms encircling your waist.

“Hey.”

Matsukawa’s arms encircled your waist as you washed the dishes one Thursday night. The way he hummed the familiar tune of ‘close to you’ while swaing both of your bodies gracefully. You missed him, especially his familiar scent that smelled like home.

He shuffled his feet so he could have more grasp on the hem of your shirt. His thumb caressed the soft skin that showed from his hold.

You grabbed the sponge and lathered it with soap as Matsukawa clinged onto you. It was a peaceful night, with him on your side, the splashing of water and the sound of his lips kissing the crook of your neck.

You smiled as his kisses grow more playful. But Matsukawa wanted to see your face and so he twirled you so he could plant a kiss onto your lips.

You grinned. “Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here Mister Matsukawa.”

He gave you a cheeky smile back, “well, well, well, too, it was a pleasure seeing your beautiful face, Mrs. Matsukawa.”

You decided to play along with him as he swayed both of your bodies in a slow dance. “I doubt. You have plenty of companions at work, right?”

“Oh please. Among all that I’ve seen, i will always choose you.”

kageyama tobio: late night dates with him at the downtown convenience store

He would act like he just wanted milk but truth is, he wanted you more than the milk he’s addicted to.

“You’re such a dumbass, y/n.” Kageyama scolded when you tripped on your feet but good thing he was there to catch you. He resisted the urge to smile as you gave him a cheeky smile and brushed off the incident like it didn’t cut your self esteem. Humiliation? You don’t know her.

You immediately plopped onto the familiar stool of the convinience store after you grabbed ome of your favorite sponge cakes.

“Stop eating the poor cake like there is no tommorow, baka”

You made a face. “Call me a glutton, but these are the best among all sponge cake made.”

Kageyama raised a brow. Confused, he leaned in but you raised the empty container to his face. You suppresed a laugh, “Told you, I’m a glutton.”

He frowned. “I really don’t need to take a bite of that cake just to have a taste.”

“Wha—?”

He kissed you. And you were right. The sponge cakes were tasty.

goshiki tsutomo: walking home with him from the late academy

Nothing’s more enjoyable than having goshiki’s presence with you after going home from a hellish class from the academy.

“I am the future ace! You heard that, y/n?” Goshiki proudly yelled while both of you were walking home from the supplemental classes. You tried to match his energy. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you were just too drained to yell with him.

Goshiki had managed to read you even when you didn’t said it to his face. No words were needed because he knows you well like you were his very own diary. He pulled you by your cardigan to enclose you in his lean body.

He heard him whisper as he burried his nose on your hair. “You can always rely on me, idiot. If you’re tired, then tell me so i could somehow make you happy.”

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Hello!! Sorry if this was tOO LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY HAHAHAHAHHA but i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! Also, thank you for 1,7K U GUYS ARE THE BEST! Love you all!! 🥺💖💖💖

[heyiwrotesomethings]

A Wild Valentine Appears!

Ririka Momobami x She/Her Reader (Feat. some KiraSaya!)

A/N: I now realize why it takes me months to finish writing things. I wrote this oneshot in a day and although I have read it over several times already, I still feel like it’s incoherent. I’ll still happily post it though because if I only posted things I was completely satisfied with, I’d post nothing lol. Anyway, just wanted to give a little love to Ririka because she deserves it. Hope you’ll like it! Word Count: 2,425

Ririka stared over the sea of students pushing and shoving to get into any of the more contested council member lines. God, she really hated Kirari sometimes.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and all Ririka wanted to do was go home, order a giant, cheesy pizza, and watch anime from the comfort of her own bed and forget this stupid holiday even existed. But no, her dear sister just had to be an insufferable nuisance. Nothing could ever be easy, could it?

Kirari had decided to inform the council that morning in an unplanned meeting, that in order to spare the mail room from total annihilation (and Sayaka’s back), each council member would have to accept their Valentines in person. She had even set up the gymnasium for the occasion. Not herself of course, she made the house pets do it, but you get the idea.

“But president, I already have an idol greeting in place!” Yumemi smiled, though her eye twitched, “I’m too busy to deal with people outside of my fan club who need I remind you, actually pay me for my time.”

“It is a waste of time,” Kaede pushed his glasses up, “A pointless holiday.”

“Well I think it’s a great idea president!” Itsuki proclaimed, leveling a glare at Kaede.

“Free sweets so I’ll happily comply!” Runa grinned.

“Sayaka,” Yumemi called, exasperation seeping out of the cracks in her cheery idol facade, “Surely you don’t want to watch people confessing to the president all afternoon?”

Sayaka’s hands, hidden behind her back, clenched tightly in agreement, yet her polite smile stayed solid. “The president’s will is my will.” She replied, her eyes dark and focused.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Sayaka will be busy enough dealing with her own little pack of girls! Crazy to believe I know, but she’s actually pretty popular!” Midari sensed the air around the president change and cackled. “I’m cool with it, prez. I’m sure Yuriko’s ego would love all the attention too!” She offered on behalf of the absent council member. Yuriko had some important business with the Traditional Culture Club to take care of before the impromptu meeting was called.

“Majority rules.” Kirari smiled, passing a glance over to Ririka who was silently stewing.

So that’s how Ririka ended up standing in the furthest corner of the gym, watching all her fellow council members’ lines fill up while hers remained painfully desolate. She had never been more thankful for her mask than she was today. However, it was probably because of the mask and her eerie silence that people were afraid to approach her in the first place.

Ririka found entertainment watching Kirari and Sayaka at least. Though those two usually drove her absolutely bonkers, it was kind of funny to watch them take turns discreetly eyeing their ‘competition’ for the other’s affections. It was enough to make Ririka want to scream over the school’s intercom system that they needed to just kiss already and stop wasting everyone’s time, but still funny to see her sister making a mental list of every person who dared get too comfortable with her secretary. Ririka rolled her eyes as she was sure Sayaka was doing the same to the patrons in Kirari’s line. Her sister’s line was much larger than Sayaka’s own, but Ririka knew better than to think Sayaka couldn’t keep up.

“Um, excuse me, vice president?”

Ririka startled, but years of schooling her emotions and physical reactions hid her scare well. She looked away from her sister to stare at the disturbance head on. Ririka was surprised to find a face she recognized. (L/n) (Y/n), she sat next to Ririka’s left in class since their first year of high school. What could she possibly want?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t disrupt your train of thought did I? Here, let me just give you this quick and I’ll be out of your hair,” (Y/n) laughed nervously, her hand rummaging through the school bag over her shoulder, “I knew I should have packed better, sorry, just a second... There!” (Y/n)’s hand finally re-emerged with a rectangular box, striped with red, pink, and white. She held the box out to Ririka with a barely detectable tremor, “I made these chocolates for you. I hope you like them!”

Ririka tilted her head, mouth agape. Was this actually happening right now? Someone was giving her Valentines chocolate? And they were cute and nice? What the hell?

“Oh no, you hate it! I’m so sorry!” (Y/n) looked every bit as horrified as Ririka felt for just standing there and staring like an idiot instead of accepting the chocolates.

Ririka immediately waved her arms and shook her head, swiping the chocolates from her classmate’s hands and pressing the box into her chest protectively. Looking between (Y/n) and the chocolates Ririka knew she had to do something to show her gratitude so, she awkwardly flashed (Y/n) a shaky thumbs up. If Ririka could blush through her mask she was sure it would be bright pink.

“Thank you, vice president! I hope you like them, I worked hard on these- but! But don’t feel obligated or anything!” (Y/n) quickly added.

Ririka looked down at the pretty box in her hands a popped the lid open, a little gasp escaped her lips and came through her voice modulator like a crackle of static. The chocolates were shaped like cats!

“I hope you don’t mind, I noticed you doodle a lot during class and I think you make the cutest little kittens so that’s why I shaped the chocolate like that. I made the mold too, it took a couple tries, but the end result was worth it I think.”

Ririka hadn’t realized (Y/n) had paid attention to her at all, much less that she would be interested in her enough to know what she did during class, or remember and care enough to then turn such observations into an incredibly sweet and thoughtful gift. There was no way she was going to be able to keep her eyes off of (Y/n) during class now... not that she had ever stared longingly at her before! Or chickened out of buying chocolates to put in her classmate’s shoe cubby that morning, not at all! But damnit Ririka really wished she hadn’t been such a coward now!

“I’m glad this worked out. I had been planning to just send them through the mail system like I have in previous years, but then I heard that the student council was only accepting gifts in person this year and I kind of lost my nerve,” (Y/n) rambled on, waving her hands around as she talked.

Ririka couldn’t believe it. (Y/n) had sent her chocolates before? She had never gotten them. They had probably been lost in her sister’s vast piles of confectionary wealth, damn her sister!

“You are always so distant with everyone. I was afraid I was just going to be bothering you, but seeing you standing here all alone... I knew I had to just go for it and put my feelings out there, you know? Ah, I’m talking too much. I should really—“

“The president did not consent to be touched!”

(Y/n) and Ririka whipped their heads around just in time to see Sayaka flip a student twice her size to the ground, tasing him for good measure. Kirari stood by with an amused smirk, her hands rubbing sanitizer into her skin as she watched her secretary obliterate the boy.

The girls who were still waiting in Sayaka’s line started cheering and swooning which quickly made the president’s mood sour and she turned to the girls, offering them an icy stare that shook them all to the bone.

“I’ve grown quite bored of this. Would any of you care for a high stakes gamble? I’m sure we all have something of value to offer.” Kirari spoke, reaching her hand out towards the group.

The girls dropped their gifts and ran away screaming, none dared to accept the president’s wager. Especially not while she looked so menacing albeit elegant, as if she drank human blood and tears from a wine glass while sitting regally upon a throne constructed from the bones of her enemies.

Once the boy on the ground was disturbingly still, Sayaka stood and brushed off her skirt, her dark, calculating eyes scanned over the rest of the line. She zapped her taser twice in warning causing the remaining students to scatter and flee the scene.

“Oh my, Sayaka. Did you need to be so harsh?” Kirari teased, as if she hadn’t just subtly threatened a handful of high schoolers herself. She’d be lying is she said she hadn’t enjoyed the momentary chaos she had created.

“School hours are nearly over president. I was simply killing two birds with one stone.” Sayaka informed, still looking a bit miffed.

“Ah, so they are. Well then, far be it from me to hamper anyone’s holiday plans.” Kirari looked around at the remaining students and made a shooing motion with her hands, clearly bored, “Leave.” The students knew better than to complain, not directly in front of the president at least. (Y/n) moved to follow the crowd but Ririka grasped her by the bicep, keeping (Y/n) glued to her spot. Ririka was not going to let her slip away, not without returning the favor. Once the students were pushing out of the gymnasium doors, Kirari turned back to Sayaka, her eyes glimmering. “Sayaka, accompany me to the student council room. I would love a hot cup of tea. You always prepare it so well.”

“Yes, president!” Sayaka nodded, falling in step behind Kirari as she took a different exit.

“That was, something.” (Y/n) laughed, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand, “I better get lost now before I overstay my welcome. Um, thank you again, vice president.” (Y/n) moved to pull away but Ririka held on tighter, making her classmate’s skin grow warmer. “Vice president?”

Ririka looked around at who was left loitering in the gymnasium and rolled her eyes. She may not have gotten chocolates for (Y/n), but she was surely going to make up for it before the day was over. Ririka just needed to get away from all these people first. She tugged (Y/n) along to the gym storage room and blushed as Runa laughed and pointed at her. She pulled (Y/n) inside the storage room and closed the door behind them.

“(L/n),” Ririka’s distorted voice crackled to life behind her mask, causing (Y/n) to jump. (Y/n) had never heard her speak before. “Do you like anime?”

“I- yeah I like anime?” (Y/n) blinked, she clearly had no idea where this could possibly be going.

“Do you like pizza?” Ririka persisted, the modulator making her sound much more severe rather than excited.

“Sure, I like pizza vice president.” (Y/n) answered taking a cautious step back as Ririka stepped forward, effectively cornering herself.

“Would you...” Ririka’s hand quivered as she lifted it to her face, (Y/n) tracked the movement, a look of bewildered wariness upon her face as she waited with bated breath for whatever was to come next. Ririka pulled the mask off her face, blushing as (Y/n) grew more shocked, awed, and confused. “Would you like to come to my house to watch anime and eat dinner?!” Ririka squeaked, her face growing hotter after every word that left her mouth.

“But— how? You... we were.. and you were, and then you?” (Y/n) babbled looking between Ririka and the door, weakly pointing between the two. Ririka starred at (Y/n) oddly then smacked her hand over her eyes and laughed feebly at the misunderstanding.

“I’m not Kirari. We’re twins. I’m Momobami Ririka.”

“Twins? Oh,” (Y/n) suddenly looked very relieved, “I thought for sure Igarashi was going to pop out and strangle me with a jump rope or something. Twins, wow! How have I never guessed?”

“Do not tell anyone!” Ririka warned. “No one is supposed to know yet!”

“I won’t tell!” (Y/n) raised her hand and made a gesture of zipping her lips. “Your secret is safe with me, vice president!”

“Well, good.” Ririka replied awkwardly. “So do you want to...?”

“Oh, yeah!” (Y/n) cleared her throat, “Yes, that sounds like fun, thank you for inviting me.”

Ririka smiled, “Excellent.” She fitted her mask back over her face and led (Y/n) out of the storage room by the hand. “Come with me.” the distorted voice commanded.

Ririka dragged (Y/n) down the hall and the feeling was near euphoric. The grin taking over her face was fighting to be as wide as the one covering her mask when (Y/n)’s hand grasped hers just as tightly.

***

“That’s odd...” Sayaka murmured staring down into the courtyard from the student council window.

“What’s odd, Sayaka?” Kirari asked, tone light and playful as she hugged her secretary from behind, resting her chin on Sayaka’s shoulder.

“President!” Sayaka blushed, wiggling in Kirari’s hold. “I just, I didn’t realize the vice president had a girlfriend is all.” Sayaka explained, pointing to the two girls jogging up to an expensive, black car.

“Oh?” Kirari was just as bemused as she was confused, not that she would allow her face to show it. Watching her sister usher a girl she recognized as a classmate of theirs into the back of the car before Ririka followed in after her and closed the door. Soon after, the car pulled away from the curve. “How interesting.” She would have to confront Ririka about this at a later date, but for now she had a secretary to shower with affections. “Sayaka, this chocolate is delectable. Would you like a taste?”

“I think I would. Thank you, president.”

Kirari smirked, removing one of her arms from around Sayaka to pluck another chocolate from the box while Sayaka turned to face her. Sayaka naively held out her hand, then spluttered when Kirari placed the chocolate on her own tongue and pulled Sayaka closer.

***

“Oh! I remember this episode, it’s so good Ririka, you are going to love it!” (Y/n) was practically vibrating in her spot on the couch.

“Really? I’m looking forward to it.” Ririka smiled between bites of pizza.

Hopefully they could make a habit of this. Who knows, maybe she and (Y/n) would actually pass up Kirari and Sayaka in terms of pursuing a romantic relationship at a reasonable pace. Ririka cautiously leaned her shoulder against (Y/n)’s and she received a kind smile that enveloped her more warmly than the snug blanket over her lap.

Best Valentine’s Day ever.

[ryanmaleck]

* vestahqs TASK #001 _  get to know the muse *

psst! you can find her full biography by clicking on this sentence!

GENERAL STATS

BASIC INFO

Name: Karyanne Indira Vidia Maleck

Pronunciation: Kah-ree-ah-nn In-dee-rah Vee-dee-ah Mah-l-eh-k

Nickname(s): Ryan (prefers to go by this nickname), Ree, Anne (very occasional Kari from family and childhood acquaintances)

Age: 34

Date and place of birth: February 14th, Los Angeles, California.

Astrological sign: Aquarius

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/Her

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Indian

Occupation: Former actress (generally) entrepreneure (but precisely: owner of her own beauty salon where she can work occasionally as a beautician & manager of Vesta’s Animal Shelter where she volunteers while also being on the managing team of Magdalena’s Theatre in Vesta)

Education: Bachelor degree in Film and medias at Columbia University , professional formation as a beautician

Religious beliefs: Raised Hindu, is agnostic.

THE PHYSICAL

Height: 5′9 feet.

Body Type: Hourglass

Hair: Dark brown (with natural highlights)

Eyes: Black

Clothing Preferences: Business Casual, white shirt & jeans with louboutins.

Defining Features: Multiple tattoos including a sunflower on her right ankle, this henna inspired pattern on her right wrist, this small saturn planet on her right side bood and this small doodle on her left thumb.

Voice Tone: Honeyed.

Blood-Type: A+

Allergies: None

ROMANCE

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (preference towards women)

Romantic Orientation: (Most probably) Homoromantic

Do they have a type: Absolutely not!

Pet peeves: Cheating, loud chewers, people with no ambition

PERSONALITY

Likes: Her mother’s food, Orange crush soda, Jewelry (especially rubies), Unplanned trips around the world, Soft scented perfumes, Red lacey lingerie and Black nail polish.

Dislikes: Waiting at the airport, know-it-all types of clients, questions about her past, blue eyeliner.

Ambivert, introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert

FAMILY

Siblings: None

Birth order: -

Parents: Amara-Jayne & Sewa “Sam” Maleck

Children: None (had one abortion in 2014)

Do they want kids: Not biologically, but the door is not closed to fostering or adopting

SKILLS  

What language(s) do they speak: English and conversational French

What are they talented at: Singing, dancing

What is a hidden talent no one knows of: Sewing

What are they worst at: Cooking

A DEEPER LOOK

a little disclaimer is mandatory! she is somewhat similar to clémentine, if clémentine was money oriented and addicted to investing in a ton of projects. they are both workaholics, but in different ways. minnie likes to be in charge and know every details about her business and projects while ryan prefers to delegate. she loves to get involved and she’s a much better time manager than minnie. personality wise, i’d say ryan is way less annoying than minnie. ps! i’m whiter than snow white so i apologize for the stereotypes and the heavily “americanized” backstory. i’ve done some research, but i will keep on reading more about indian-american history before i feel comfortable using more of it in her biography! 

WHAT IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR FAMILY LIKE?:

it’s very complicated. although ryan benefits from it now, she hated the way she grew up. she never had a place to call home. she was moving almost every year, if not mulitple times, to follow her parents’ contracts. her father is a script writer and her mother a costume designer and they traveled according to their job or the projects they were working for, most of them being international. she would have liked to have a real home & long lasting friendships, but she never had access to that sort of luxury. she was also a very tough kid, very strong-minded and opinionated. she would never miss an opportunity to fight with her parents on all sorts of topics, especially their parenting skills. ryan has the feeling she failed them along the way, by not fitting in the mold they had built for her while they feel the same, that they failed to adapt to their daughter’s free spirit.

DESCRIBE THEIR PERSONALITY:

kind of all over the place? she has multiple facades. ryan refuses to open up about her past (how she so easily got a part in a huge bollywood production, how she blew her chance to become a real star in the industry, how her abortion happened, how she categorically refuses to be called by her full name). she pretends to be very emysterious and secretive while, in reality, she has the feeling that no one cares enough to bother and listen to her crazy life stories. he is extremely passionate. she layers the projects and the investments because she has faith in the success of everything she joins. she is a true multitasker, a busy bee. ryan is also a huge softie. she is charmed by the sight of any cute things, whether it’s a cute piece of clothing, a pen, an animal, a baby... she’s a turtle. she has a shield, but deep down she’s just very sweet and vulnerable.

ARE THEY HAPPY WHERE THEY ARE IN LIFE:

she’s never satisfied. she always wants more, wants to dream bigger, reach higher grounds. hence why trying out in the bollywood universe was a very in character project, although it failed to bring her the joy and pride she imagined. she drowns herself in work to feel like she has a purpose in life while, really, she’s only existing. she also wishes she could fix the broken pieces with her parents, before it’s too late, so she won’t ever be truly happy until this happens.

WHAT IS THEIR DREAM:

professionally, she wants her beauty line to be in as many countries as possible, à la kardashian but with actually great products. she wants to be famous, but make it right, with good intentions and not just empowered by her pride.

personally, she wants to connect with people, make friends, meaningful friendships. she wants to discover other sides of her personality, but, most importantly, she wants to see the good in humanity.

[shenanigumi]

Alley, do you have a short (lies; plz do it as long and long-winded as you want to) guide on how to survive university?

Apparently this has been in my inbox for a solid couple months and I never realized—I must have checked it at some point to make the notification go away and then spaced out that I even saw anything—so I’m sorry I couldn’t offer any emergency help! But let’s see what I can do in preparation for the next semester, if nothing else.

…Also, hello, I do in fact still live!

I should warn you that what wisdom I can offer is very sparse and probably not universally helpful; there are several practical areas in which I can’t offer any advice (e.g. dorm life, since I lived with my mom). I wasn’t a straight-As student and never actually learned how to study. I… legitimately don’t know how I lived through university. It was kind of like a long, terrible nightmare. I’ve also been doing my best to forget it ever happened, but here’s a list of bits and pieces I still remember, in no particular order.

FIND SOMETHING YOU’RE PASSIONATE ABOUT. This is extremely important, especially if you’re like me and it’s impossible for you to do anything without adequate motivation. Find a reason to be passionate, either because you love something or because you hate it. If you have to write a generic response to some poem and your choices are between a poem you don’t care about and a poem you hate, choose the one you hate and explain why. If you have to write an essay on a topic you already know about but have done to death or a topic you don’t know about but are interested in researching, choose the one you’re interested in. Look for and hold onto the things that inspire emotion, good or bad, and use that energy to propel you forward.

The smaller the class, the better. I know this isn’t available for everyone, but seminar beats lecture any day. In general, the fewer students there are, the more personalized learning can be, and therefore the most fun.

Communicate with your teachers. Let them know if you’re going to be absent, or send them an email if it’s unplanned. Include your name, which class you’re in, and specific questions. Teachers have so much on their plates. Be civil, even if you don’t like them.

Please… please don’t be on your phone in class. It’s distracting and disrespectful and generally just not something that should be done in a classroom context, except on breaks. If you have to be on your phone, walk out and take a break.

Instead of being on your phone, take lots of notes. This doesn’t just mean on the material you’re being taught, although that’s helpful too—your brain remembers stuff you write down better than stuff you don’t. It just means that teachers can take your phone away or ban laptops, but they can’t take your notebook and pen. Take refuge in stories or doodles or just writing down your thoughts, but invent a secret code if you write about your classmates. Save it as a record of your university experience, good or bad.

Music is a saving grace. Listen to music constantly, or rather, as often as you both want to and can. Listen to music while you walk from class to class (but watch where you’re going). Listen to music during breaks. Listen to music while you study or do homework, but make sure it doesn’t have words in any language you know or it’ll just distract you.

Reward yourself. Make sure you make time for doing things you actually want to do, because you need to be able to recharge in order to keep up with everything that’s being asked of you. Keep an accessible hobby or interest handy so you can relax into that.

Remember your resources. Advisors are extremely helpful in charting a course for you and helping you keep track of what you’ve done and what still needs doing. Counselors can also be incredibly useful if you’re feeling overwhelmed, and many schools offer their services for free.

Rent your textbooks. Or sell them back, or something. Buy as little as possible. Textbooks are often insanely overpriced and you’re never going to look at most of them again. When possible, rent instead of buy. My town has a bookstore with consistently lower prices than campus bookstores, so check out your options.

If you can feel your sanity beginning to fragment, SCALE IT BACK. Do not bite off more than you can chew for the sake of graduating within a set timeframe. Plans can always be readjusted, but it’s very hard to recover mental health beyond a certain point. I pushed it too far and had to take a leave of absence for a semester in my fourth year, and I’m still feeling the repercussions.

[vixxscifiwritings]

gentle descent to seabed

Summary -  The rising tide interrupts them, water reaching up to their toes before receding. If Hongbin was more poetic, he would say the waves are hesitant to interrupt the new romance that has bloomed overnight.

Warnings - cheesy romance

Tag List - @tomatoholmes @merlionmen @seraphistols  @k-craze-97 @blossomtearsleo

Series

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"I don't think I ever expected to run into you here" Wonshik says over the music. It's dulled down compared to the dance music on earlier in the night but still loud enough to stifle conversation. The crowd on the dance has whittled down to couples slow dancing or kissing.

"I don't normally come here" Hongbin admits. This pub is out of his way and he barely has enough time or strength left after working both his jobs to wander far.

"Hakyeon hyung has some family issues going on so I'm free from housekeeping duty for now" Hongbin tells him by way of an explanation.

"Yeah I noticed he cancelled his classes for the next week. Didn't show up to lab either" Wonshik recalls. "I hope everything is okay."

Hongbin nods in agreement. The explanation is probably a lie and an excuse to spend time with the stranger that has effectively moved in. It's funny because Hongbin was sure Hakyeon hyung didn't believe in love or romance and all of a sudden he's head over heels for this stranger.

Speculation aside, it isn't his place to gossip about his personal life with Wonshik who is simply Hakyeon's student. So he lets the topic slide and focuses on his food.

Honestly, Wonshik's presence is unplanned. The postgrad student happened to find Hongbin who originally came here alone to grab dinner and a few drinks. Hongbin invited him to join him, given how crowded the pub was and how some company was better than none.

It may also have to do with his slight attraction to said student.

Hongbin met Wonshik last year when he came home from the institute with Hakyeon, carrying some of assignments Hakyeon had to work on grading. Wonshik had his long hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore t-shirt on jeans but had looked incredibly attractive to Hongbin.

Hongbin knew he wore his heart on his sleeve so he hadn't acted on his crush. But the universe had other plans clearly as Hongbin kept running into Wonshik. Now that he knew the man, it felt like Wonshik was everywhere. It was a small town but it wasn't that small Hongbin swore.

And so he had resigned himself to living with his feelings and waiting for then to fade away.

When he looks to Wonshik sitting on the opposite side of the booth and how his dark brown hair reflected the neon disco lights he thinks, fading away could wait one more day.

They talk about the news and the happenings around the small town. Wonshik tells him about the new research at the institute. He has a way of explaining complex topics that helps Hongbin understand his research so it becomes infinitely more interesting than listening to Hakyeon talk about the same.

Wonshik's nose scrunches and Hongbin smiles involuntarily at how cute it looks. How cheesy, he mentally berates himself. But a little self indulgence is fine as long as Wonshik doesn't know.

Wonshik is blissfully unaware, talking about how Finding Dory and royal blue tangs and how they are endangered species that should really be protected better and not commercially exploited. Hongbin admires his passion for his field of research.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Wonshik asks, once the number of empty drink glasses is more than the table can hold and their combined tab might render them broke if they go on. They've crossed their alcohol limit three drinks ago and the pub offers nothing appealing to diver them any longer.

Hongbin agrees. The idea of not having to scream over the amplifiers is very appealing to his throat. (And under the street lights, he can probably admire Wonshik better.)

It's quiet outside the pub when Hongbin follows Wonshik out. The silence ahead is deafening and the music fades the further they walk. The hum of the crowd is replaced by a silence typical of urban nightscapes. The quiet is only disturbed by sounds of the engine of a passing car or the buzzing of air conditioners and generators outside residential buildings.

The neon lights of signs outside all day convenience stores is brighter than the flickering street lights but Wonshik isn't worried. He navigates it with a practiced ease that tells Hongbin he has walked this route multiple times.

They pick up more drinks from one of the convenience stores on the way. The buzz of alcohol has Wonshik in high spirits and he hums along to the song that was playing in the club before they left. He even break dances to make Hongbin laugh and Hongbin giggles because Wonshik is so cute. His long skinny legs make it funnier for some reason but Hongbin cannot comprehend why.

The cashier couldn't care less. She occasionally glances to make sure they aren't shoplifting but goes back to texting almost immediately. Once the boys leave, they resume walking to the seashore. The cold soda is sobering and conversation flows smoothly between the two.

As soon as they near the beach, Hongbin feels the wind get stronger and warmer. The sound of the waves hitting the rocks and the light from the lighthouse hit him together. It's an amusing sound gradient. From electric synth to city silence to water against rocks.

Wonshik guides him through the narrow alleyways that warp around the houses and the lighthouse and open to the beach. They kick off their shoes and Hongbin shivers a little when the sea breeze hits him.

"Are you cold?" Wonshik asks. Hongbin shakes his head but Wonshik didn't wait for a response to shrug his jacket off and put it around Hongbin. The closeness makes Hongbin blush and he is viscerally aware of Wonshik's body but isn't prepared for it being brought into the forefront of conscious thought suddenly.

"Won't you be cold then?" Hongbin asks, when Wonshik moved away and he pulls his jacket close. It's very warm and soothing. It triggers relaxation and exhaustion both at the same time in him.

"I'm used to it" Wonshik shrugs.

"Do you sneak out often then?" Hongbin asks. He remembers his college days and how he would often wander off to his friend's room to play games instead of studying. Wonshik's method is to sneak out onto the beach clearly and said man's guilty smile confirms his suspicions.

"I like walking around the beach at night. It's quiet and peaceful. Let's you think" Wonshik explains.

They dispose of the bottles by the recycling bins and kicks off their shoes and socks to feel the sand beneath their toes. The sand is wet and smooth since the tide receded barely an hour earlier. More of the beach is visible than Hongbin has ever seen in the early mornings when the high tide returns.

"Do you always have a lot on your mind?"

"Not really. But something about the beach makes a person philosophical."

Hongbin hums in agreement and they walk in silence till they find a spot to sit down on. They've been walking forever and his feet are grateful for the break. It's quite a long walk, Hongbin realizes belatedly. It didn't feel like it in Wonshik's company.

Wonshik sits down next to Hongbin. Their hands are very close and Hongbin's hand inches closer to Wonshik's. Their fingers don't touch but they could and Hongbin lets unsaid possibilities linger between them. It's as infinite as the grains of sand that like in between. Innocent and infinite, each just within reach should he gather the courage he needs.

Wonshik is more silent now. Their surroundings have rendered him sober and he looks more peaceful now. His serene smile calms Hongbin down too (though the nervous arrhythmia of his heart never really leaves). He looks out towards the sea and Hongbin looks to him.

"Do you know why I chose to study marine life?" Wonshik asks, his gaze not moving from the sea.

Hongbin shakes his head. Wonshik accurately takes the silence for a no.

"My grandmother was born in Japan. She moved to South Korea to be with my grandfather. She would tell me stories that her grandparents told her" he narrates, laying down so that his head lay on Hongbin's lap.

Hongbin hums in response. The nerves in his thigh are frayed, tingling on contact. The thin denim of his skinny jeans does nothing to prevent the warmth of Wonshik's cheeks seeping in.

"She belonged to a family of fishermen and women. She talked about different types of fish and different tides and different ways of catching them. She told me many myths of the sea" he continues.

"What kind of myths?"

"Of dragons that ruled the waters. Of a lost continent that lay submerged just off the edge of the island and in the middle of the vast east ocean. It had been lost many years ago and the people turned to sea creatures."

"That sounds a lot like the story of Atlantis."

"The folktale says that the people of Mu used so much black magic that the gods got angry and submerged their land. The good people they took pity on were given a chance to start over on Atlantis."

"That didn't end very well did it?"

"Not really. Humans never learn."

"I thought that when I grew up, I would be an adventurer. I would travel the seas and see all the wonderful things for myself."

"Did you see many wonderful things?" Hongbin asks curiously.

"Nothing that compares to you" Wonshik replies honestly. He traces random doodles on Hongbin's thighs and kisses the area closest to his lips. Hongbin can feel the silhouette of his lips and his toes curl in response to the physical action.

Hongbin's cheeks are red and this is the influence of alcohol he will swear later. Or probably the euphoria that comes from having your attraction reciprocated. Hongbin leans down and kisses Wonshik and his brain scrambles to find which of the two excuses to blame for that burst of courage. Wonshik hesitates at first but kisses him back and his brain throws itself out of the window at a breakneck speed.

Wonshik sits up and takes Hongbin's face and kisses it properly. His lips are as soft as the hands running through his hair and Hongbin melts, pliant under his affections. It's the effect of the sea air and the salty soda they've been drinking that Wonshik tastes salty and lemony. Hongbin thinks it's a wonderful departure from the sweet lips stereotype.

Wonshik takes his jacket off from Hongbin's shoulder and pulls the neatly tucked white T-shirt underneath out of his jeans. His hands roam under it as he deepens the kiss and Hongbin moans every time Wonshik's fingers brush against his nipples.

He pushes Wonshik's plaid over shirt off and unbuttons the shirt underneath. He kisses down the center of his neck to as low as he can go on his chest. Wonshik throws his head back and groans. When Hongbin pulls away, Wonshik chases. He kisses him on the neck and squeezes his waist. Both locations have heightened sensitivity and Hongbin whimpers when his body demands release of all the tension building up.

"My apartment isn't far away from here" Wonshik proposes. He leaves butterfly kisses all over Hongbin who doesn't really need incentive to agree.

"I don't know. The atmosphere is kind of romantic here" Hongbin teases. Wonshik laughs and Hongbin grins too. Kissing under the stars with the sounds of waves in the background is not all that bad. Not bad at all really.

Wonshik gets up first and pulls Hongbin up as well. Hongbin stumbles and Wonshik secures him by putting his arms around his waist. Hongbin's eyes twinkle when Wonshik uses the proximity to kiss him again.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time" Wonshik confesses, resting his forehead on Hongbin's. Their height difference is negligible so their noses and lips align perfectly, Hongbin notices.

"And was it worth the wait?" Hongbin whispers. Wonshik can probably feels his lips move with how close they are.

Wonshik grins before lifting Hongbin up slightly and kissing him. Hongbin yelps before kissing him back. What cheesy nonsense is this? He didn't think anyone would ever sweep him off his feet literally. The force and speed with which Hongbin falls deeper for Wonshik could put dangerous whirlpools to shame.

Kissing Wonshik is like drowning but discovering you can still breathe on the other side. A heady rush of harsh bubbles foaming against your skin which then gives way to the still deep waters where everything else is obscured except the way the gentle descent to the seabed feels.

They kiss for a long time once Wonshik sets him down. The rising tide interrupts them, water reaching up to their toes before receding. If Hongbin was more poetic, he would say the waves are hesitant to interrupt the new romance that has bloomed overnight. But he isn't a poetic man. (He'll learn that Wonshik's romanticism makes up for it later).

Hongbin pulls Wonshik along to further inwards, walking back to the city roads but still holding hands so they don't let the other go. The sun starts to rise along with the morning tide. They've spent the entire night outside but they don't care.

The waters are coloured gold and red and Wonshik's brown eyes have flecks of golden in them. Hongbin's black hair actually has brown highlights which are visible in the sunlight. It's only the beginning of them exploring each other.

[madamlaydebug]

The Virgo Woman:

Love, Sex, Friendship, Style

The Virgo Woman

Charming, perfect, and intelligent, the Maiden seduces all that crosses her path, be it man, woman, or unicorn. The Virgoan woman is very discerning, a natural critic, and a sharp analyzer of everything and everyone. Highly intuitive, she has the ability to sense what is off-key about a person or situation, and hone in to this with intent to improve. Don’t take it personally, because Virgos only mean well. The Virgo woman in your life is liable to wave a magic hand over chaos, imposing a gentle, perfect order on your universe.

Governed by Earth, the Virgo woman is inherently practical, basing her thoughts on reality, not imagination. Sensation and experience are more important than emotion and fantasy to the Virgo woman. The Maiden walks with feet firmly on the ground, stepping gracefully and gently in her sensible reality. Detail oriented, she will be the only person to have brought a can-opener to a camping cookout, and then offer the china plates – that no one else thought to bring – to serve dinner on. This is a dynamite of a woman, who literally does think of everything. And where would you be without her, is the supporting refrain.

Virgo women like systematic approaches and planned routines. They are usually collectors of some sort – butterflies, stamps, and stories.

The Virgo woman is neat and quiet, right? Not necessarily. She can be talkative with Mercury, the planet of communication, as her ruler, but usually her personality is a bit more low-keyed than those of more fiery and airy signs. While some Virgos are neat freaks, some are so intimidated with the process that they try to look the other way. This is because all Virgos are perfectionists. Some perfectionists tirelessly work on perfecting, and others are so overwhelmed by their need to be perfect that they figure if they don’t try hard, they can avoid the fear of never feeling that anything is “right” enough. However, those that do let things slide tend to be apologetic for the fact, or anxious about it.

The Virgo woman’s continuous search for self improvement regularly makes this lady’s life far more complicated than is necessary. Rarely satisfied with the way things are, the overly analytical Virgo woman can be her own worst enemy when it comes to enjoying life, leisure, and relationships.

Represented by the sign of the virgin, a Virgo woman may be modest and shy, but she’s definitely not a prude.

She loves to be in nature and a long walk on her day off or tending to her garden are special ways she enjoys herself. Another one of her attributes is her ability to be on time. Employers love this quality as do her family and friends.

She can seem cold and distant at times, when really she is just shy and hesitant.

Virgos in Love

When it comes to matters of the heart, a Virgo woman has inner strength and determination. The Maiden is pure and true and not easily shaken. She believes in real love, practical love – not just the stuff of fairy tales and happily-ever-after, but love between partners and equals. She is extremely passionate and intense, and demands perfection from her relationship – not always an achievable gift to give, but she is often doing the most work on getting there.

The Virgo woman tends to analyze the situation, searching for flaws, strengthening weaknesses, and exploring emotions. She only falls in love with one person at a time, and does not wear her heart on her sleeve, plunging deeply into love only after she has applied her critical mind to it.

This is not to say that Ms. Virgo doesn’t experience impulsive and powerful attractions, because she does. She needs love as much as any other sign in the zodiac. But modest Virgo will often have an insecure reaction if she discovers that her affections are requited. It’s at this point that she will wonder what that person sees in her. She likes herself, but because she sees all of her flaws so clearly, she worries that she might not live up to others’ expectations. This is one of the reasons why suitors of Virgo women may need to provide a lot of reassurance over the long term. If you go over the top or if you seem to be in love with a fantasy image of her, you are likely to push her further away. Keep things as real as possible, and you have a real chance with the Virgo woman. Show her that you like her at her worst as well as at her best.

Make a Virgo woman feel secure in the relationship and she’ll work exceptionally hard to maintain a loving, caring atmosphere on the home-front. This lady enjoys the pleasure that she brings to her partner, so when she asks what she can do for you, she honestly wants to know.

Virgo and Relationships

Completely devoted when attached, Virgoans are reliable and loyal, weighing all the facts before committing themselves. Romance is important to them, and usually a Virgo woman would rather choose to be single than with the wrong person, holding out for Mr./Mrs. Perfect, not just Mr./Mrs. Right. This is not to say that she expects her partner to be inhumanly perfect, but she does want a partner who perfectly suits her.

She is easygoing and steady in relationships, applying her attention to detail and charm to making it work. Independent and strong, a Virgo woman would never cling to her perfect, over-achieving partner. The Maiden, contrary to urban legend, does not need rescuing, just companionship. She is most compatible with Scorpio, Gemini, Cancer, Taurus, and Capricorn.

The Virgo woman doesn’t always express emotion naturally and this makes her appear reserved and even a bit stand-offish at times. Other Virgos may mask their vulnerable feelings with jokes and teases. She finds it difficult to emotionally open up and let just anyone close, so making new friends and committing to relationships may be a problem for her. Some Virgos easily make acquaintances, but take their time when establishing true friendships.

Acutely discriminating, the Virgo woman is particular when it comes to choosing a mate and her partner. This might be a good thing, but it can certainly slow down her love life.

Some Virgo women take time to learn how to lighten up. A nervous or socially fearful Virgo might mask her vulnerability by focusing too much on facts, figures, and words of advice. While she is quite brilliant and can master almost anything she can set her mind to, and small talk is one of those things she can learn to do well, it may not come very naturally to her in her youth.

She is very rational, and in any argument her point of view will be the most logical and the hardest to argue against. She is charming and witty, and will do everything she can to help you in her firm, but gentle way.

For a Virgo woman, her gift of love is pragmatic more than anything else. If she can be helpful, useful, and supportive to her partner, she will do so quite happily. She will truly go the extra mile for those she loves, with a cheerful smile on her face. To her, it’s not an inconvenience because it is a physical expression of how much she loves them. Those who love a Virgo woman learn to appreciate the little, sweet touches that she makes during the day to show them how much they mean to her, rather than expecting over the top verbal and physical displays of enthusiasm.

Virgo and Friendships

Reliable and helpful, a Virgo friend will be on call for you at every important event in your life, be it first kiss, second baby, or third husband. She’ll turn up early at your wedding to iron out the last minute details for you, remember to call you to remind you to pick up your dry cleaning, and never forget your birthday. Her critical nature and practical personality combine to make a friend who gives excellent advice when asked for. Just don’t jump up on couches declaring your affection – Virgo women can be a tad reserved when it comes to big exhibits of emotion. However, because of this reserve, she may not hear praise often enough, so please don’t hold back when it comes to gratitude – just try to keep it quiet and heartfelt. Many Virgos are skeptical of grand gestures and big displays, giving more weight to simpler, quieter shows of appreciation.

Virgo and Sex

The Maiden may have a reputation for prudishness, but her aloofness should not be confused with priggishness. Mistress of the minutiae, Virgos revel in the little details of lovemaking. Safe to say that Virgo’s lovers should never skip the flowers, scented candles, or foreplay. A strong, confident lover will draw out the best of sexual Virgo, who will just as happily have sex on the beach as a cocktail and as a locality, as long as her partner is secure and takes the initiative. If you can break down her guards, she may just give full vent to her unpredictable and unplanned passions.

Modest and conservative in many areas of life, she’s more fact than fantasy, so don’t expect role playing to be an automatic part of her bedroom repertoire – but don’t rule it out either. The Virgo woman can’t help analyzing her own performance and is always looking for self improvement. Don’t be surprised to find self-help books on sex and romance on her list of required reading. Because she is often so hard on herself, it is especially important that her partner reassure her that she is doing everything right.

Virgo and Career

Accountant, librarian, doctor, personal trainer, writer, gardener, hospice worker, government employee, analyst – these are all vocations that can be associated with the sign.

Virgos are detail-oriented. That doesn’t mean they love to add up columns of numbers, although to some that is an enjoyable task, but they’re organized. If they put a weekly report in a green file folder in the third drawer of that beige filing cabinet on the west wall, then chances are high that it will be there every time it’s needed.

Punctuality is ingrained in her and she expects it of others, too. She makes a dedicated employee and isn’t the type of worker to sit at her desk and doodle on a notepad and daydream. If she’s not given anything more to do, she’ll usually ask for work. Even during the Virgo woman’s down time, she tends to feel a little odd about doing nothing. It’s not uncommon to see a Virgo woman with a book or Kindle in hand as she watches television, for example. As such, a job that keeps her well occupied is important.

Becoming too engaged in the small details of her job, the Virgo woman often fails to see the bigger picture and this can stifle advancements in her career. She might also privately fear the pressures of a career that puts her completely in control, and this can keep her from moving forward. She’s excellent at what she does, and takes her work very seriously. This woman may neglect her need for some really important leisure time.

The Virgo woman makes a great scientist, analyst, literary critic, copyeditor, writer, mathematician, bookkeeper, executive assistant, inspector, or psychologist.

Meticulous, analytical, and constructively critical, this woman could be a great reality show judge. America’s Got Talent, perhaps?

Virgo and Money

As with many things in her life, the Virgo woman doesn’t like to take risks with her finances. This woman’s financial portfolio will contain conservative investments that are tuned for long-term stability rather than any aggressive or risky short-term yields.

The Virgo woman is a worrier and one of her favorite subjects to worry about is money. Does she have enough? She could win the lottery and only be temporarily relieved about that issue. It’s not that her needs are extreme, and, in fact, she is perfectly capable of getting by on less, but that she wants to feel in control of her little place in the world. Most Virgo women believe that you make money by earning it and saving it. She is unlikely to fall for a get-rich-quick scheme, and if she does, she will learn from her experience.

Many Virgos are excellent at spotting good deals and true sales. She does not typically fall for flashy sales that don’t truly offer savings, as she does her research and has a naturally skeptical mind.

You can count on the Virgo woman to always have a little stash put away for those unexpected expenditures.

Virgo and Family

She is not always the most demonstrative of people, but the Virgo woman is often the strength behind her family unit. She will always go out on a limb for a family member, will work tirelessly for her own children, and provide support and comfort for those in need. Many Virgos take care of so many “little things” that others in the family take her for granted, not always seeing or recognizing her important role. She can be extremely thoughtful with the details. While shopping, she is usually the one who remembers that her partner could do with some new socks and a back support for their desk chair, the particular brand of pasta her daughter prefers, her son could really use a warmer jacket, and her mother only seems to use a cookbook if it has pictures. What she may lack in demonstrativeness, she will more than compensate with her thoughtfulness and attention to detail, as this shows her love and concern.

As a parent, she might be a little fussy over her children’s health, always wanting the best for them. She wants to help them, though she might be a little controlling, determined that she knows what’s best. She will manage her family well and will not put up with bad manners in her children. Virgo Woman is extremely house-proud and works hard to tend to everyone’s needs.

Virgo and Health

If the Virgo woman is going to have a health problem it is likely related to indigestion and ulcers because she simply worries too much – about everything!

Knowing that taking care of her health is the practical thing to do, the Virgo woman might analyze her nutritional intake to excess. And even when she feels well this woman can’t help analyzing every little ache and pain. Hypochondriac? Any time we overanalyze something we run the risk of over-worry as well, so yes, some Virgo women can be hypochondriacs. However, when not taken to excess, these women can be storehouses of knowledge and informed just enough to lead an especially healthy life.

Virgos often need reminders to slow down, chill out, and relax more often. Stress-reducing activities are essential.

[askullinajar]

Fifty Shades Ghostlier

The sequel to Fifty Shades of Ectoplasm that literally no one asked for!

Yet again, the people of discord are all heathens and bad influences, namely @ironsilversaltandtea and @skull-in-a-jar this time.

Warning: Any accuracies, historically, scientifically, or to canon, are completely accidental. This is pure crack. No actual hanky-panky - as I am but a totally innocent asexual - but a whole lot of inappropriate jokes. You have been warned.

Fic info: Post teg. Rating: Mature, clearly. Pairings: Implied locklyle. Word count: 2284

Summary: Contrary to what canon might suggest, the main trio of Lockwood & Co are all teenagers and, like many teenagers, they can sometimes be rather immature. Especially when given a pack of condoms.

Fifty Shades Ghostlier

On that midsummer evening, Lockwood & Co sat in the cool kitchen of 35 Portland Row. Holly bustled around making homemade lemonade, while Lockwood, George and I sat around the table, acting, for once, like normal teenagers as we were currently in a competition over who could doodle the most phallic images on the thinking cloth. I was winning, though I was helped by my talent at drawing as well as the skull’s ghost at my shoulder making increasingly obscene suggestions.

Holly set a jug of lemonade on the table and looked over Lockwood’s shoulder at one especially graphic doodle featuring Rupert Graves and his rapier.

“Honestly! I’m going to have to wash this again now,” she scolded, her eyes sweeping the cloth and her lip curling. She frowned at the image I was drawing of Marissa and Ezekiel, as per Skully’s suggestion. “I did always wonder how she managed to conceive. I mean, there was no man ever mentioned, right?”

“Exactly!” said Skully, though she couldn’t hear him.

“Do ghosts have sperm?” George wondered allowed as I poured myself a glass of lemonade.

“What do you think ectoplasm is?” said Skully, right when I’d taken a sip. I started choking.

“Lucy?” said Lockwood, concerned, standing from his seat to round the table and pat me on the back as I continued spluttering. “What did he say?”

“Ectoplasm-” I continued choking. “-ghost-” More coughing. “-jizz,” I finished as Lockwood gave me one last hard pat on the back.

George snorted. “Wait… so the Red Room?”

I went back to choking.

“Didn’t those monks get executed for doing ‘unholy things’?” Lockwood asked, snickering.

George nodded. “I’m calling it now: Monk orgies.”

“Good thing you didn’t take a blacklight in there,” said Skully.

“You are all disgusting,” said Holly, though I could see she was trying hard not to laugh.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I stood to go and answer, wiping my watering eyes as I went.

“Hey, Quill,” I said, upon seeing the man in question at the door.

“Listen,” he said, looking rather sheepish, “I need a favour.”

“What?” Holly asked, coming into the hall with George and Lockwood following behind. Quill didn’t seem pleased at us all being there.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me,” he said.

“Oh, Quill,” said George. “I can’t promise anything.”

Quill glared at him but sighed. “Look, I’m going away for the weekend with Kat and Bobby. Catching up and stuff. And, uhh…” He shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Look, I forgot I had these on me, and it’ll take too long to go home and drop them off, but I don’t want Bobby to find them… he’s so small and innocent…”

“Get to the point, Quill,” said Lockwood.

Quill shot him a glare, then he huffed and pulled something out of his pocket; a little box by the looks of it. He practically thrust it into my hands and then turned to leave. “Just hold on to them for me, okay. I’ll be back for them in a few days.” And with that, he practically jogged away and down the street.

I stared after him, then looked down at the box in my hands.

Fittes Condoms: For the Perfect Fitte!

Side effects may include: nausea, vomiting, unplanned ghost pregnancy, and death.

Warning: May contain ghost nuts.

Beneath the title, a picture of Penelope Fittes smiled up at us.

“I didn’t know they made condoms,” said Lockwood, matter-of-factly.

“Oh dear,” said Holly. “Do you thing Quill read the small print?”

George removed his glasses to wipe on his shirt. “Well, now we know what Marissa used with Ezekiel.”

I whacked him with the condom box.

Later that night, once Holly had gone home to spend time with her totally platonic roommate, I stood in the kitchen fixing myself a cup of tea, because even in the midst of a heatwave, it’s never a bad time for a cuppa.

“You know,” said Skully, who was hovering nearby, “you should pinch a few.”

“What?”

“Condoms,” he clarified. “Ya know, just in case you and Locky get all heated like you did last night. You’re not exactly quiet, you know. Good thing George is a deep sleeper…”

I flushed scarlet and lobbed a used teabag at him, but it just passed straight through and hit the wall with a wet slap.

“What?” said Skully. “I just want you to be safe, if all…”

I went back to stirring my tea, trying my best to ignore him, though I almost shattered the cup clanking the spoon harshly against the sides to try and drown him out.

“You’re lucky,” he continued. “We didn’t have them in my day. Teenage pregnancies abound. Though, most people died at twenty so that was probably a good thing… But, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. And I hear you can get them ri-”

“Fine!” I interrupted. “You like them so much? Here.” I stormed over to the table where the box sat and ripped it open, tearing right through Penelope’s face and scattering little foil squares everywhere.

“Oi, what are you doing?” he said, as I opened a condom and grabbed the skull.

I ignored him, though he started up a gale and smashed my mug of tea. It didn’t really phase me; I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. So, with difficulty, as the condom seemed to be coated in lube, I tugged it over his stupid, mouldy skull.

“How’d you like that!” I said, dangling it in front of me, triumphant.

No reply.

“Skully?” I said, looking around, but his ghost was gone. I peered at the condom curiously and noticed the ectoplasm swirling within. “GEORGE!”

After a minute, George shuffled into the kitchen, toothbrush still stuffed in his mouth and froth spilling out. He grunted in what might have been a ‘what?’ and I shoved the slimy, skull-filled condom into his hand.

“Happy experimenting,” I told him.

“So, as it turns out, lubricant is far more effective on ghosts than iron or silver,” George informed Flo as he and I sat with her on a wall by the river eating sweets. I’d only joined because George owed me a bag of bonbons after he’d scoffed mine the other day while my back was turned. “In fact, lubricated condoms make very effective containers for Sources.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Flo, through a mouthful of liquorice. “Used ‘em to hold Sources for years.”

“What?” I said, almost swallowing a bonbon whole. “So you just carry around stuff in condoms all the time?”

Flo cackled. “Yeah. Really freaks out the relic-men.”

“We ought to experiment on more things like this,” said George, thoughtfully. “You know, there’s actually a high salt concentration in sem-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” I told him.

“I dunno about that stuff,” said Flo, “but I did find something in the mud the other day.”

She went about digging through her sack before pulling out a strange chunk of iron. I stared at it, puzzled for a moment, before realising what shape it was.

“Is that an iron dildo?” said George, bursting into laughter.

“A proper old-timey one,” said Flo. “Reckon this made some Victorian lady - or man - very happy.”

George took it from her.

“George!” I cried. “You can’t just touch it with your bare hands!”

“Why not?” said George. “The river’s probably washed away anything too bad.”

“Still,” I said, disgusted. “You don’t know where that’s been.”

“Or who it’s been in,” Flo added.

“Please stop.”

“Well, this should do nicely for my experiments, in any case,” said George. “We should try using this stuff in the field. Any clients with Type 1s?”

“I think there might be,” I said.

And that was how Lockwood, George and I ended up in a clients house, facing off against a weak Type 1, with a circle of lube in place of an iron chain, condoms rolled onto our rapiers, and a bucket of saltwater to fill condoms with to lob at the ghost.

“You were right George, this is actually quite effective,” said Lockwood, prodding the ghost with his condom-tipped rapier as I squirted bottles of lube at it.

George knelt by the bucket, dunking a condom in to fill it up, but when he pulled it out again, water began spurting out.

“Huh,” I said. “Looks like they’re more effective on ghosts than they are as actual condoms.”

“We’re probably doing Quill a favour by wasting them all,” Lockwood agreed.

George attempted to throw the filled-condom at the ghost anyway, but it sloshed harmlessly in a puddle on the floor.

“So much for that idea,” said George. “Plan B.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I said as he attempted to tug a condom over his head.

“Hey, if you can get a skull in one, it can fit over my head,” said George.

Lockwood, who seemed to be having the time of his life, helped George tug the thing on, and, I had to agree, he did look hilarious with his face all smushed up inside the latex.

We stood back and let the researcher charge head-first at the ghost.

He made it about two steps before slipping on the circle of lube. As he fell, he grabbed my arm and tugged me down too, and I, in turn, grabbed Lockwood’s tie and dragged him with us. We landed with a thud, and skidded across the hardwood floor that had been drenched thoroughly in saltwater and lube, which, unsurprisingly, is a pretty good lubricant. We shrieked as we slid at breakneck speeds directly towards the ghost, until, at the last minute, I managed to tug the iron dildo from George’s coat pocket it and lob it at the ghost’s face.

We skidded right through the spot the ghost had just been, all the way to the other side of the room, and slammed into the wall before falling back in a tangled heap of slick bodies.

“Okay,” said Lockwood, “no more experimenting on cases. Anyone see where it went?”

“There!” I said, pointing at a floorboard that seemed slightly raised above the others. I shuffled, or more like slid, over to it and fumbled with it to pull it open. The ghost had reformed in the centre of the room now, and maybe it was the fact that we were all thoroughly drenched in ghost-repelling lube, but it didn’t come anywhere near us as I plucked the Source - an old ring - out from under the floorboards and handed it to George, who tucked it into an unused condom. The ghost vanished instantly.

“We should always use these things to contain Sources!” Lockwood said, cheerily. “They work so well!”

“I think I’ll stick to the regular stuff,” I said.

We got home a little past midnight, where Holly was waiting for us. She inhaled deeply as we entered, soaked head to toe in lube, her lips pursed as Skully cackled loudly behind her.

“I see you kids had fun!”

I ignored him and headed upstairs to take a much-needed shower.

The next morning, I came downstairs to the sound of Holly arguing loudly on the phone down in the basement.

“What’s happening?” I asked Lockwood as he poured us both some orange juice and put some crumpets in the toaster.

“I don’t think we’re getting paid,” he replied. “It seems our client wasn’t too happy about coming home to find lube and broken condoms all over his bedroom.”

“Can’t imagine why,” I said, sipping my orange juice.

Holly entered the kitchen, trying her best to retain her ladylike etiquette, though her face was flushed and her hair wild.

“I told you that was a bad idea!”

Lockwood shrugged. “We’ve got cases coming out of our ear nowadays. What’s one Type 1?”

“Unless he goes to the press about it!”

“Ah,” said Lockwood, “didn’t think of that.” Then he perked up. “We’ll go to the press first! ‘Condoms: Effective protection against more than just STDs!’ What do you think?”

Holly rubbed her temples like she was getting a migraine.

There was a knock on the door, and I heard George bustling through the hallway to answer it, but I stood to see who it was anyway.

“Have a nice weekend away, Quill?” George asked, jovially as Quill stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“Yes, yes,” he said, impatiently. “Now, come on. I’m going to need the box back.”

“Ah,” said Lockwood, “about that…”

Quill narrowed his eyes at him.

“We took the liberty of testing them,” said George. “They weren’t very effective. Kind of leaked.”

“Christ,” said Quill, eyes widening. “What did you do?”

“Calm down, we just filled them with saltwater,” I told him. “...And stuffed Sources in them… and rolled them onto our rapiers… and stuffed George’s head in one...”

“And we blew the last few up like balloons and chucked them around last night,” Lockwood added.

Quill pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose I should have expected the worst, leaving them with teenagers…”

“Better buy another brand next time you want to see your lady friend,” said Lockwood, grinning at him.

Quill turned a brilliant red. “There’s no… lady.”

“Ooh, a gentleman?” Holly gushed. “What’s he like?”

I put on my best innocent face. “Is he good in bed?”

“That’s it,” said Quill, turning around. “I’m done. Goodbye.”

“No, come back!” Lockwood called after him.

“Tell us about the guy you needed a twelve pack of condoms for!” George yelled, loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear as Quill all but sprinted away from us.

No matter. We’d see him again, soon enough. And then the merciless teasing would really begin.

[faeriydust]

- Task 001 :  -

BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME. Tinka Clementina Bell

PRONUNCIATION. tin-kah clem-in-tēēn-ah bell

MEANING. “heavenly;” there’s no familial significance that she’s aware of

BIRTHDAY. May 30, 2000

PLACE OF BIRTH. portland, oregon, U.S.

ZODIAC SIGN. gemini; adaptable & gentle / moody & unstable

NATIONALITY. american

ETHNICITY. bulgarian & french (mother); israeli (father)

OCCUPATION. student, free-lance repairs 

GENDER IDENTITY. cisgender female

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

EYE COLOR. green

GLASSES / CONTACTS? she owns a pair of glasses for near-sightedness but refuses to wear them ever around anyone

HAIR COLOR & STYLE. 

pale blonde and ever-messy, tinka has never been particularly attached to her hair. it grows like a weed, long and unmanageable-- worsened by her constantly forgetting to brush it. growing up, it was a mess of curls, thick and terrible to comb through. she’d avoid dealing with the pain of knots by tying it away from her face, until even that became too unbearable in the heat of the summer sun, and then she’d let peter do something like shear it off to her shoulders with scissors swiped from whatever relative she was currently living with’s kitchen. one time, she let him cut it as short as his, and pretended she was a true lost boy, and not the tag-along girl that peter protected but everyone secretly made fun of anyways. now that she’s older, she’s taken a little more responsibility for it’s upkeep-- which isn’t to say she still wouldn’t let peter cut it, or that she hasn’t, or that she hasn’t cut it herself a number of times, too. but she works to keep it smooth, and clean, and her curls have mellowed out some. her best secret is that she uses a satin pillow case-- something she bought, brand new, a rarity for her-- to keep it frizz-free and calm. these days, it falls thick and heavily down her back, and she mostly wears it loose like that, and unstyled. otherwise, it’s up-- always, always in a bun, high on her head but a bit untidy, with pieces falling loose around her face, her signature look

HAVE THEY EVER DYED THEIR HAIR / WANTED TO? no; while tinka has many girlish impulses and indulgences, she’s never been one to put real, focused energy into her appearance for any extended length of time (as mentioned above!). it’s just not something she thinks about (and maybe that’s got something to do with growing up surrounded exclusively by boys-- but also, a lot of it is just how she is, anyways)

HEIGHT. 5′1″ / 1.54 metres

PHYSIQUE. petite. 

tinka is tiny. not just skinny or small-- she’s a tiny girl. most of her relatives called her a pixie, as short and fragile as she was as a child. not much has changed since then, really; she’s just toeing the line of five-foot-one, and underweight for her age bracket (even though she can eat like a horse); her hands are small and bony, her feet a size five (she usually just buys kid shoes because they’re cheaper anyways); her biceps can be circled in one of peter’s hands, her wrists in both. she’s always been bothered about her shortness-- especially because it’s made her the butt of more jokes than she’ll ever keep track of. at the same time, she doesn’t do much to counteract it. at the least, she’s certainly sticking with her green flats-- it’s just the way she is. whatever

BIRTHMARKS, a tiny white splash above her left elbow crease; another on the back of her left thigh

PIERCINGS / TATTOOS. none; she wouldn’t mind getting a tattoo if it had significance around it (ideally something she’d end up doing with peter-- she’s entertained the idea of a tiny star or a tiny crocodile somewhere or other)

LIFE STYLE. messy & disorganized / eclectic & unplanned

PERSONAL STYLE.

tinka’s a firm believer in borrowing. so much of what she owns usually is nicked from somebody else-- namely peter, or one of the other lost boys, which winds up with her wearing a lot of things that just don’t fit her. every t-shirt she sleeps in, most of her sweatshirts, and a number of jackets that crowd her closet space and swallow her whole were never hers to begin with. sometimes, she’s fortunate enough to be lent something from someone like Ariel, or, once, Wendy, and she’ll cling to those articles for as long as she can, even purposefully damaging them-- a hole in a tank top, a stain on a t-shirt-- just so that she can keep them longer. which is messed up-- but tink really hates shopping. when she DOES venture to buy clothing for herself, it’s almost always second-hand, thrifted dresses and mid-90s bebe tank tops, worn in jerseys and oversized jumpers, and cheap, plain skirts. the only things she’ll ever buy new for herself are shoes (unless she’s lucky enough to find a cute kid’s pair at goodwill) and pants or shorts, because it’s difficult to thrift anything as tiny as she really needs it. (also underwear and bras-- but that goes without saying?). even then, she’ll work hard to find ways to make those new items different or unique to her-- sharpie doodles or sewn-on sequins to a pair of denim shorts, hemmed sundresses, patches on denim jackets, pom-poms attached to a green pair of flats-- always something. what she most loves to wear, though, is one of peter’s gigantic sweatshirts, and a pair of old denim shorts (or, if it’s colder, jeans). honestly, if she can get away with it, you’ll always find her in one of peter’s sweatshirts.

PRONE TO SICKNESS? not really. she used to eat dirt and worms on lost boy dares; she secretly credits her strong immune system back to those. when she does get sick, though, she gets sick bad-- i’m talking, in-bed-under-a-pile-of-tissues-crying-because-she-feels-so-gross, absolutely-needs-someone-to-take-care-of-her-even-if-she’s-mostly-overreacting sick

SCARS / DISTINGUISHING MARKS OR FEATURES. her hair in a bun-- if that counts-- is definitely distinguishably tink. also, a scar that splices her right eyebrow into uneven half; a big pale scar on her left kneecap; a puckered pink scar on the back of her left elbow (both earned in peter’s company, and probably through peter’s own fault)

FAVORITE FEATURE. her nose and eyebrows

LEAST FAVORITE FEATURE. her hands

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS. loyal, generous, passionate, open-minded, trustworthy, dedicated, patient, detail-oriented, creative, attentive

NEGATIVE TRAITS. moody, short-tempered, judgmental, petty, possessive, indecisive, argumentative, envious, paranoid, disorganized

BEST / WORST PART OF HER PERSONALITY. one-hundred-percent the best part of tinka’s personality is her loyalty; there’s little she wouldn’t do for the select few she deems important to her, and likewise little she wouldn’t forgive them for. she’ll go out of her way to make those people feel special-- whether it be through making them special things or defending them, violently if necessary-- and put real effort into her relationship with them. on the flip side, one-hundred-percent the worst part of her personality is her inability to reflect on her own actions, particularly when she’s upset. no one ever taught tinka the values self-reflection, or even “putting yourself in someone else’s shoes,” which means that if she gets emotional-- which isn’t hard, she’s very sensitive-- she’ll fly off the handle without stopping before to consider why it is she’s upset, exactly, or afterwards to consider whether or not she was acting rationally or fairly. it can make her really hard to be around, and harder still to get close to

INTROVERTED OR EXTROVERTED? introverted (to the max)

HIDDEN TALENTS. she’s got deft fingers that are perfect for picking at / tinkering with tiny objects for hours, which is why she’s soooo talented at making imaginative new things out of borrowed or lost items, and also, more technically, good at repairing broken mechanical things, like watches or alarm clocks or, once, a bike chain. she’s also surprisingly good at cutting hair, from all the times she’s given herself impromptu hair cuts

BIGGEST FEARS. being absolutely alone, feeling betrayed, & falling from great heights

PHOBIAS. agoraphobia (fear of open/crowded spaces, triggered by social anxiety & fearing social embarrassment); aracnophobia & orphidiophobia (fear of spiders and snakes, respectively)

SECRET SOFT SPOT? she loves kids

3 PET PEEVES. talking for the sake of talking; chewing gum with your mouth open; people that talk over other people

EDUCATION.

EDUCATION LEVEL. high school graduate / freshman (going on sophomore!) in college (studying art & engineering (loosely)

FEELINGS AROUND SCHOOL? growing up, tinka tended to follow peter’s lead on everything-- which resulted in her being a poor student and skipping a lot of class. a lot. speaking for herself, she doesn’t mind school-- the routine can get a little boring, a little unbearable, but she likes to learn. her senior year of high school was her most successful, mainly because peter’s influence was absent during that time; she didn’t skip as much, and as a result allowed herself to become more invested in what she was doing there. she even wanted to go to college-- and it’s a choice she doesn’t regret. as long as she feels challenged by what she’s doing, she’s receptive to learning it. when something comes too easily, it’s hard to make her care, though

TYPE OF STUDENT. the slacker, for sure-- mostly because she only tries if she feels like she cares, and a lot of what goes on in school she just doesn’t care about

FAVORITE SUBJECT. woodshop & art-- things where she can use her hands

LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT. calculus & gym

MOST LIKELY TO... put something off until tomorrow

FAMILY.

WHO ARE YOUR CHARACTER’S PARENTS? tinka never knew her biological parents; she knows she lived with them in Portland until she was 2, but only because she’s been told so-- she possesses no real recollection of them as people. for most of her life, tink was shuffled between relatives, always temporary, mostly distant. she wasn’t an orphan by any technical means, but she connected with peter & the lost boys all the same as a result

HOW WOULD YOUR CHARACTER DESCRIBE THEM? tinka wouldn’t talk about them even if she were asked. there’s nothing to remember and, quite honestly, that doesn’t bother her much. she’s never felt like she’s needed her parents, or been interested in looking for them, or anything like that

DO THEY HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? none

ARE THEY CLOSE WITH THEIR FAMILY? not really

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY.

ROMANTIC / SEXUAL ORIENTATION. biromantic (demiromantic?) / bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single

EVER BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP? no :(

EVER BEEN IN LOVE? OK this question depends entirely on the point of view it’s answered from. tinka wouldn’t say so, but she’s not the best at honoring what she’s feeling-- especially if it’s messy and complicated and hard to hash out. but i think it’s safe to say, objectively, that, yes, she’s been in love (and still is) with one particular person

HOW EASILY DO THEY FALL FOR SOMEONE? not easily at all! in a similar vein to the way she forges friendships-- which is to say, few and far between, and through lots of labor, particularly on the other person’s end-- she’s not at all quick to fall for someone in a romantic capacity. she could probably never love somebody without being friends with them first, anyways-- it’s just a part of the way she forges emotional connections with other people. it takes a lot of trust on her end to get to loving somebody like that (which is maybe why she’s surprised that, after only ~seven months or so, she feels the way she does about john)

WHY HAVEN’T THEIR PAST RELATIONSHIPS WORKED OUT? probably because she’s never had one

IDEAL TRAITS IN A PARTNER. someone that she feels is loyal to her, over anyone else; someone who compliments her and makes her feel like an individual; someone who isn’t afraid of anything; someone patient; someone who lets her steal all their sweatshirts; someone at the same level of thoughtfulness as her; someone gentle & tender; someone bold

DO THEY BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? OR FATE? it’ not that she doesn’t believe in those things happening, but she definitely doesn’t believe it could happen to her. fate, at least, is easier to invest in than love at first sight

VIEWS ON ROMANCE. for all the reasons mentioned above and also because she’s just really socially inept, tinka doesn’t really pursue romance. she thinks about romantic things, and wants them to happen to her-- truthfully, she’s fostered a million and one romantic fantasies, at all levels of explicitness-- but, as a person primarily driven by situational emotion, (aka very attached to what she’s feeling when she’s feeling it, and letting those feelings-- however irrational-- dictate her actions) she only ever “makes a move” if she feels like the moment calls for it 

FIRST TIME HAVING SEX. she’s a virgin! gasp!

VIEWS ON SEX. she’s a virgin, but not a prude; she feels generally indifferent about other people’s sex lives, so long as everything is consensual

TURN ONS. lots of eye contact, being kissed on the neck or the ear, someone’s fingers in their mouth

TURN OFFS. forcefulness, arrogance, hair pulling

EVER BEEN CHEATED ON / CHEATED ON SOMEBODY ELSE? not unless peter inviting wendy to go to neverland instead of herself counts (which she pretty much thinks it does)

FEELINGS ON MARRIAGE? tinka hasn’t planned that far ahead, but probably not?

HAVE KIDS? she’d tell everyone no but, secretly, like, YES

QUIRKS.

ARE THEY RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED? ambidextrous, but right-hand dominant

WHAT’S A WORD THAT’S ALWAYS ON THEIR LIPS? “stop.”

CURSE/SWEAR? a lot, particularly with “shit,” “fuck,” and “christ”

WORST HABIT. speaking without thinking about what she’s saying

DRINK/SMOKE? tinka does both, although she definitely prefers getting high to getting drunk. she can still function on weed-- but when she’s drunk, she’s messy. in the early months of peter’s disappearance, she got high almost every day-- she still likes to roll herself spliffs and smoke them in bed, habitually. she’s a social cigarette smoker (”social” as in, smoking with the lost boys) and she also was gifted a vape once, which she used way more back then than she does now

EARLY BIRD OR NIGHT OWL? night owl-- mostly out of habit

HOW TIDY IS THEIR ROOM? NOT TIDY AT ALL. i don’t think anyone is every truly prepared for how untidy tink’s room is. she’s got a mattress on the floor shoved against her wall and that’s about the only point of refuge. she keeps her clutter piled on desks and in milk crates, and everything else lays strewn across her floor. she’s also a tiny bit of a hoarder

HOW LONG DO THEY USUALLY TAKE TO GET READY? not long. since most of her clothes are on her floor anyways, and she favors peter’s sweatshirts and t-shirts, all she really has to do is roll out of bed, grab what’s closest, and brush her hair (if she remembers to do that). there’s no routine involved

FAVORITES.

FAVORITE COLOR. green

FAVORITE MOVIE. napoleon dynamite

FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE. she doesn’t have a particular genre, but she listens to a lot of music like glass animals, daughter, wet, and 6lack (particularly songs like these: x , x , x , x )

FAVORITE FOOD. she likes to eat vanilla yogurt with chocolate chips in it

FAVORITE BOOK. the chronicles of narnia, by C.S. lewis OR howl’s moving castle by dianne wynne jones

FAVORITE DRINK. orange juice, no pulp

FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR. mint chocolate-chip 

INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? outdoors, duh

[therichlittlebunny]

All Out

Brief update on that last thing: not pregnant. After a good bit of a conversation about it, turns out we're both a lottle disappointed by the outcome. Which was surprising for Big Daddy because it was the first time he had thought, "how much to take care of this?" Which took me a min to understand because abortion has never been an option for me. If I feel that I'm responsible and old enough to start fucking then I'm ready for any and all things that come from it, including unplanned pregnancy. For him this represented how much he had grown and how much he loved me, which scared a good bit more than a baby. He had instantly lit up at the very prospect and had no concerns about my ability to be a good mother. His only concern was getting to me and maintaining my health. So needless to say that we are both ready whenever God decides to finally put that in motion. The sooner, the better. In the meantime, I've been getting a lot more serious about both my art work and novel. About half through the first when of course you are inspired for the next instalment which then leads to inspiration for the comic that I've been simmering away about for quite some time. Would it be okay to post my work here? I was thinking of rejoining Deviant Art. Is it worth it? It's been brought to my attention recently about how malicious and petty the art community has gotten. I normally keep to. Self so I don't really know. Although I do encourage Daddy to put his stuff out there as he wants to be known as a graphic illustrator and get commissions. Something he actively looks for. Felt like a bit of a dick because I never do and will pick up commissions every now and again, especially after I worked at the nightclub as coat check and people would see all my doodles. People would buy them on the spot. My coworkers would get aggravated as to why my tips would always end up in 100s when I was just the coat check girl and they were bartenders. It has occurred to me that since people still like purchasing my artwork for whatever reason, especially some of my more... darker abstract pieces, that I should at least put the option back out there. Daddy has been telling me about watermarks and prints because I'm so old school I still do the single copies Lol I just take pics of my paintings and sketches before they go away to their new home. So I figured I could put a little more effort into this especially since we are looking to maybe start our family a little bit sooner rather than later and Daddy knows how much I love painting. He already said he'd help with cleaning it up when I'm ready to put everything online. So I guess that's what I'm doing now. Lol