#This guy gardens and cooks and knits

[pengwenstudios]

Kinda just thinking about how one of my characters (in my comic) adopted his friend's kid and was the best dad he could be to her despite having been abandoned by his own family.

I'm totally normal about this.

[yeloenk]

grins mischievously and rubs my hands together like a fly

i think human ink would frequently get bored of his hair color and hair style, trying out lots of different things!! he would definitely forget to maintain the dyejob tho so his white roots get REALLY bad until he dyes it again LMAO

while his dads aren't japanese (zephyr is french and idrk about undertop), they enjoy ink showing them japanese culture and participating in traditions and such :-)

ink, since they're immortal, decided he would dedicate his freetime into learning a bunch of different cultures and languages! this always tends to surprise others, since ink's short-term memory is absolute garbage. nobody understands how he remembers EVERYTHING about EVERY culture 😭😭🙏 you CANNOT keep a secret from this mofo no matter what language you speak

i think they would keep a digital diary with a camera! he records important events/moments so they can always look back at them, since he forgets a lot. his camera is mostly filled up with memories with their dads 🫶

ink LOVESS to bake!! he enjoys trying out different recepies and pastries from all around the world, but his favorites are macarons. he enjoys cooking as well, but moreso appreciates baking because of the exact instructions/measurements. (he is autistic like me and needs clear instructions or he will combust real and true trust me on this)

he has WAY too many hobbies for a normal person to keep up with. flute, baking, drawing, painting, writing, dancing, crocheting, knitting, embroidery, singing, gardening, you NAME it. any form of art, they know how to do and are surprisingly good at it

ink struggles with keeping up with his own very very busy mind. they have so many projects he wants to execute, but can only push out a few at a time. he hates having unfinished projects, and will stick with something until the end—for better or for worse.

he loves to paint over his vitiligo spots, or just painting on himself in general. they think it's fun & interesting to see how the spots shift and change on his skin, never growing bored of them.

-> his spots shift whenever code for a new AU is created, soo it's never really consistent LOL

he loves all forms of music, but holds a special place in his heart for songs that include lots of different classic instrumentals, like violin. he loves artists like fish in a birdcage and sparkbird (yes im projecting and you can't stop me)

he sometimes will drink paint out of the blue in front of others just for their reactions. they are priceless to ink and ALWAYS make him crack up so bad.. and then he has to explain that "nonono my paint specifically is okay for me to drink guys im not gonna die dw" ☠️☠️

ANNDDD i should probably stop there.. this post is so long LMFAO 😭😭 honestly most of these are just my normal ink headcanons, human or not, so take these as you will 🗣️🗣️

[brainrotbabe24]

Ways Thorin’s company will remember you while they are on an adventure!

Balin: In the art books, it said Balin has a lectern he would write on while traveling. So in keeping with that idea, I would say his quill pens would remind him of you. I imagine he has a busy life and tends to forget about the little things. So when he is on a journey, he will curse himself for forgetting quill pens. But lo and behold in his bag would be a new set. He would chuckle to himself knowing that you always looked out for him. 

Dwalin: Dwalin seems like the type of guy who would get a tattoo for you. Not your face or a heart saying “I love y/n” but something small and sentimental. For example, if you were into gardening or the outdoors, he would have a tree sapling on his leg. If you were into baking, he would have a bread knife on his forearm. If you were a singer, he would get lyrics across his chest. Each night he would take some time to look at the tattoo, and images of you would flutter in his mind. 

Óin: You know his skills of healing are important on any adventure. So in the months leading up to it, you see him gathering herbs and other medicinal supplies to bring. To help him out, you would’ve bought a pouch to hold his supplies in. Oin loves it and regularly puts his most precious herbs in there. He doesn’t let anyone touch it and makes sure it’s secure to his body at all times. Oin loves feeling the material and will unconsciously run his fingers over it when thinking about you. 

Glóin: Isn’t it obvious he will have a picture of you in his pocket lol. He can’t stand not seeing your lovely face while on the road and basically demanded a portrait of you made. He made sure on the day of the portrait he adorned you with the most beautiful jewelry, beads, and braids. You loved it! So when he looks at the picture, he sees all his work/love was being worn proudly by you. He likes having your face be the last thing he sees at night and the first thing he sees in the morning. 

Bifur: Such a sweetie! He would’ve kept a wooden toy you tried to carve… and failed at. Back before he left, you would’ve tried making a toy. You had seen him do it a hundred times, so you didn’t think it would be that hard. A little surprise for him would be perfect. Welp, you messed it up and got so frustrated you threw it out. He found it of course and kept it. He carries it everywhere and takes it out when there is free time. He would never tell you he kept it, knowing you would be embarrassed but loves you for trying his craft. He is beyond proud! 

Bofur: Bofur knows you long for adventure and would feel bad when he couldn’t take you on trips. So to help you “see” the world, he makes sure to learn a song from the area. You guys have a tradition: he leaves, learns a song, comes home, and sings to you. I imagine when he is out in the wild he will keep the song stuck in his head thinking of your reaction to it. 

Bombur: Oh, you spoil him!!! Once you heard he was going on a journey, you would instantly go out and buy him new cooking utensils. He would cherish it, though. He would delicately bring them out every evening and refuse to let anyone else touch them. He would clean the utensils until he could see his reflection thinking of you all the while!

Ori: Before he leaves on a journey, He will set up a knitting date with you. You will both make each other socks, a hat, a scarf—whatever comes to mind! Before you give each other the gift, you make sure that your initials are sewn into them. In times when he is uncertain of his journey, he will look to your initials and think of you. 

Dori: I would imagine since he prides himself on appearance he would have jewelry, and one ring (lol) would stick out to him. You can find him fidgeting with it and even staring at it for long times. It was your present to him, and even if he is covered in mud and his appearance is less than perfect, he will make sure to clean his hand/that finger with the ring first.

Nori: He stole something of yours, but you have to guess. It’s less about the object and more of the joke/tradition that reminds him of you. He will look at whatever trinket he stole and think about you looking all over the house for it. He will chuckle at the thought and will smile, knowing that once he returns and shows you the missing object, you both will giggle. 

Thorin: In the book, Thorin had a harp. I feel the rough and tumble adventure would occasionally get the strings to snap. So when he sees a neat bundle of wire in his bag, he would be thinking of you. His face would get red and a small smile would appear on his face. He loves knowing you think of him! I guarantee when he gets home he will play the harp for you, as a thank you.

Fíli: While I want to say a knife... because it fits him perfectly. I would have to say pipe weed. Fili would be the type to enjoy a smoke while by the fire, and since his trips are always long and filled with danger, he savors the nights he can relax. He would sit back, relax, watch the fire, and “inhale you." The pipe weed would remind him of you, the smell bringing back memories of your hands, hair—anything really. And if he was able to share this precious weed with everyone, he would thank you secretly for helping everyone relax. 

Kíli: Kili seems like the type of dwarf that brushes his hair. It’s less in braids, so it probably gets knotted up more. So having a small comb/brush gifted by you to help detangle after a long day is exactly what he needs. Kili uses it so much and will ask Fili to help brush his hair. He will then close his eyes and imagine you are brushing his hair…His dream would be interrupted, of course, by Fili saying, “Brother, please tell me why you have mud in your hair…”lol

Bilbo: He will keep a book! Maybe one of your favorites that you wrote your notes in. He loves looking over your scribbles, ideas, and thoughts you wrote in the margins! His favorite lines are ones he isn’t supposed to know. For example, he once found a note saying, "Bilbo’s birthday surprise will be on Tuesday. Get Cake!” He would blush and think about how much he loves you. 

Gandalf: He was a tough one to think about....Out of everyone, I feel like he will be gone the most. So, he would love it if you helped him sew up any holes in his outfit. When he is out in the world the stitching will remind him of you and how much you care for him.

[jadesshiftingjourney]

Things about me in my golden trio dr!!!

So I'm basically just going to yap on and on about things I've scripted for myself and just other general things!!

My name is Jade Potter and I am the twin of Harry Potter.

I scripted that me and harry have green eyes like how it is in the books.

I shift during movie 1 timeline, so i wake up on dudleys birthday. I really wanted to experience absolutely EVERYTHING.

My owls name is toffee and hes a blakiston's fish owl.

Me and Harry have the same wand just mine has some subtle differences.

My hobbies are baking, cooking, gardening, reading, painting, drawing, knitting, and sewing.

I'm a chaser on the Gryffindor quiditch team.

And that's erm, kinda it for that part right now!

World things I've scripted!!

A lot of these things will be about hogsmeade and shops I've scripted into hogsmeade!!

A shop for different ingredients for potions and such. Just some other things say if you need to replace a cauldron, etc.

A clothes shop just for formal wear, dresses, suits, etc. This especially comes in handy for the yule ball lol.

A small duo shop where one side in a book shop and the other side is a Cafe for tea and to just read books and hang out.

A bakery, LORD did I want a bakery in hogsmeade, just a place with yummy savory baked goods but also sweet ones.

A cute small little plant shop for my herbology lovers, I also really loves plants so that's a plus lol.

Just a shop for little trinkets and nicknacks, random little items just for either decoration or things to play around with!! Like wizards chest!!

Honestly this is it for that too, if you guys also have any shop ideas let me know because I'd like to add some more in!!!

[ennoshitas-princess]

Mother's Day HC

Pairings: Atsumu Miya x fem! reader, Osamu Miya x fem! reader, Shinsuke Kita x fem! reader Notice: these are just my ideas, doesn't mean that they are 100% true

❀○◐●◑○ Atsumu Miya ○◐●◑○❀

He loves to tell you how much he is lucky to have you as the mother of his kids

Gives you the most extravagant presents like a necklace, perfume, a bracelet, etc

Without you, the whole house would be a wreck

You are a secondary ma to him if you will

When he comes back from practice, he takes you out to a nice restaurant (by nice I mean Onigiri Miya)

The two of them bicker and their ma stops them

She is proud of both of her boys still and loves them dearly

The amount of dedication he put onto the date was nuts

Will bombard you with all these compliments calling you pretty, beautiful, sexy, etc

He will show you off to the team saying YOU are the best mom in the world (aside from his ma)

Will make the night romantic and flirty like he is

Expect the Atsumu Smile™

❀○◐●◑○ Osamu Miya ○◐●◑○❀

He is the type of guy who will do the cooking the whole day

Breakfast in bed with nice flowers from the local flower shop, lunch with the kids with a cute little card made by him and them, a nice lit up candle dinner

He gives you nice tiny presents like a teddy bear, some of his special onigiri, chocolate, a bracelet, etc

He helps to dress up the kids to go out together as a family

Will go out of the way to even be even more a gentleman and exaggerating in opening the door and kissing your hand all for his beautiful lovely wife

Rants on and about you to his friends from high school saying you are the greatest mother in the world, just like his lovely ma

After that long day, he will massage you and maybe even to bake at night

❀○◐●◑○ Shinsuke Kita ○◐●◑○❀

He is the type to tell you that you will not do anything today and that he will do it all for you

Make meals, clean the house up, do the laundry, take care of the kids so you can relax on this special day

He will give you sweet and sensual gifts like flowers from the garden, strawberry jam from the patch, a nicely made painting, a knitted throw on, etc

He will take you out in the field to look at the wonders out in nature under a nice tree

A picnic with the kids to celebrate your efforts as the one who sails the ship

His grandmother simply loves how sweet you are to her Shin-chan and the tiny little things you brought along with your healthy relationship

You thank her and give her a big hug and tell her happy mother's day to her too

Kita could never ask for more than sweet kids, a gentle wife, and his loving grandma

A/n: thank you so much for reading!! These ideas are so cute that I had to post them. I love them so much and I hope you enjoy them too!!

Thank you for stopping by darling!!

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[thequeenofcupps]

LIFEWEAVER DATING HCS

A/N: fuck it I’m doing lifeweaver hcs cuz he’s girlypop

A/n pt.2: I’m keeping the cursing to a minimum

CW: periods, pills, mentions of killing, beating someone up, like a pinch of angst

⋆˚✿˖° he’s a big sweetheart it’s not even funny like if you’re having a bad day he’d give some space just in case and after you were done he’d give you some tea if you need to calm down a little more and give you hugs and cuddles!

⋆˚✿˖° he’s such a gentleman like he’s always holding open doors for you, hold your shopping bags, cooking delicious meals from his home country, making the bed, starting a bath for you after a rough day at work, he’s just malewife material

⋆˚✿˖° he has an apron saying “kiss the cook” guess you have to now

⋆˚✿˖° you guys go on the cutest dates ever like going to a butterfly garden a lot lands on him and he lets out that gorgeous laugh, you guys go on like crochet/knitting dates (my hc is his grandma taught him that or at least sym), an arcade date and he wins you a lot of plushies and they’re ur children now and sometimes he will read with you laying on his lap and he’ll read to you

⋆˚✿˖°he’d introduce you to symmetra(idk her real name I’m sorry) she has that kind of “mean protective older sister” vibe but she’s ask a shit ton of questions like “where did you meet him” “when did you meet” “what are your intentions with him” but she’s just trying to see if you’re good enough for him (she’s still on the fence)

⋆˚✿˖°if you’re on your period he’s right there giving you cuddles, stomach rubs, napping with you, starting a warm bath, medicine, making green tea for you (I read that green tea or teas are good for period cramps), if you have mood swings he’s prepared he’ll give you space if you need it, he’s there if you’re crying because of the pain, and he’s there if you’re sleepy

⋆˚✿˖°you guys rarely fight and if you guys did fight you both can’t bare to give the silent treatment so you guys make up with some tears exchange but you both made up and cuddled

⋆˚✿˖°he’d kill for you no questions he’d burn the entire planet down if anyone hurt you, he loves you to the moon and back

⋆˚✿˖°if you ever talk bad about yourself he’d punch the nearest person until you say something nice about you, and after you do say something nice abt u he’d give you an entire list of all the stuff he loves about you, all the pros to dating you, and how much he loves you

A/n: this is my first time writing for lifeweaver so I hope I did ok

[milkiie-shiftz]

𝑉𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐺𝐸 𝐷𝑅 [𝚟𝟣]

⋆.𐙚˚ setting ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⤿ romanticized, nostalgic, vintage america, 30s-60s

⤿ there is complete and perfect social equity here - POC, women, queer people, disabled people, and all other groups disadvantaged in this reality are fully equal and empowered in society

⤿ WW2 doesn't happen

⤿ everything is 100% aesthetic, romanticized and idyllic at all times, everything is safe and pleasant

⤿ dominant religion is luciferianism (because thats my religion and i want to experience a world where it is common and widespread)

⋆.𐙚˚ scenarios ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⤿ summer break bliss: beach, diners, late nights with friends, gardening with mom, family BBQs and trips, dances, soft young romance, teen ideal life

⤿ cozy autumn activities and halloween

⤿ being a member of clubs, a part of community and neighborhood

⤿ happy family times in general

⤿ many more coming . . .

⋆.𐙚˚ people ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

──── 𑁍 ˙🍦 ̟ !! family :

⤿ mom: perfect 50s housewife, kind, motherly, calm, warm, very close with me, bubbly, quirky and fun, very devout and a practicing witch, carrying on the family practice, her loved ones' greatest cheerleader

⤿ dad: a working man, dutiful, girl dad, gentle and soft-spoken, loves and respects mom so much, family-focused, supportive, educated, principled, healthy masculinity

⤿ grandma Dee (dad's mom): sophisticated, educated, powerhouse of a woman, determined, loving, committed to her values, a librarian, active, resourceful, cultured

⤿ grandpa Stephen (dad's dad): laid back, teacher, just a guy really, loves to garden, loves to tinker and do at home projects (teaches at a voctech school), just a typical wholesome grandpa

⤿ grandma Ľubka (mom's mom): crafty, playful, generous, a classic joyful grandma, great story teller, deeply religious, family secret keeper and therapist, loves the simple life

⤿ grandpa Martin (mom's dad): jokey (actually good sense of humor), gets along with everyone, go-getter, easily vibes with anyone, great cook, always up to help anyone at all

⤿ Connie (little sister): 9 years younger than me, so cute, sweet, polite, communicative, creative, introverted, loves animals, loves books, is a little princess

──── 𑁍 ˙🍦 ̟ !! friends :

⤿ i have a group of mostly girl friends

⤿ close, tight knit, genuine friendship

⤿ everyone feels happy and included in the friendship group

⤿ we get up to all sorts of adventures, in a safe and fun way only, having the idyllic teenage dream kind of time together

──── 𑁍 ˙🍦 ̟ !! general public :

⤿ everyone is kind and polite at all times

⤿ people genuinely love their lives and are happy

𐃘 the purpose of this dr is: reclaiming teenage years and girlhood, with all the things i feel i missed

(i don't post my full scripts, just outlines i base my detailed scripts on)

[mushroomnoodles]

What’s the petrigrof family dynamic like once they return to Ooo and as Morrigan gets older in the WizardBetty Au

after they take the portal back to ooo, simon is welcomed with open arms by marceline, who hes been keeping tabs with using the phone that has service through universes. betty, however, quickly gets overwhelmed and uncomfortable- she hasn't been around this many people in... well, an extremely long time, and it doesn't help that marceline is clearly the little girl she failed to save.

this world is absolutely nothing like the one betty left, either- she's gotten so used to wastelands and being hunted by oozers and wild animals that being completely domestic in a world where she's reasonably safe feels... wrong.

her wizard status is confirmed, and after a few extra tests on her run by pb (due to the fact she fell in the Lich's well) she and simon settle back into the human city with morri.

but even after settling, betty feels the waves of her sadness rise. she's been surviving for so long.. she used to be an extrovert, she used to be so fun loving and free and she was a university student, a budding archeologist.. she's so different now. and she feels alienated doubly by the modern humans. she and simon have a lot of discussions about reopening simon's exhibit in a bigger place; it's good money but they worry for morrigan's safety.

but betty isn't really feeling great. it's her turn to get into a depressive funk.

she gets therapy on simon's suggestion, and it was a lot to get used to, but minerva is helping with her MMS and learning to properly grieve her simon and the world and self she lost.

two years or so after returning to Ooo, simon and betty open up a small museum- a live-in museum house combo dedicated to pre-war humanity, where the front is the museum and the back is the private living space. betty prefers to hang in the back and take care of morri and stuff while simon runs the exhibitation and gives tours- she's still getting used to people, and she's been taking up gardening, knitting, crocheting.. stuff to keep her hands busy.

she also really enjoys trying out new recipes! in the "current" time (where simon is pregnant with baby #2) she's looking forward to growing some actual food that she can cook with this year. she's grown some herbs before but this is the first time she's given veggies a try!

although morri is getting to be a handful.. they're dreadfully curious about everything and betty's really starting to see herself in the little guy.. they're very hands on and intelligent and they surprise her every day with how well articulated and versed they are.

[itstobias149]

Little Macs Sibling Lore dump

Hey guys! Today I bring you a post made up of a collectionon of random lore drops about Marie through the eyes of Little Mac! I had a lot of fun, I'm sorry its such a long post. I hope you all enjoy it though.

This post contains stuff about my oc, if you don't like oc stuff this post may not be for you and that's okay! This is also based on my own Headcanons and ideas! Everyone has their own interpretation of the boxers and their stories and personlives and that's okay!

“Alright, so Marie’s like, my older sister or whatever, but I swear, she’s basically an old lady trapped in a chubby cutman’s body. She’s out here knitting scarves for nobody, like just endless scarves that pile up in her closet. She’s got this thing for baking cookies at 6 AM—6 AM!—like who wakes up thinking, ‘You know what the world needs right now? Snickerdoodles.’

Oh, and don’t get me started on her tea collection. It’s massive. She’s got every flavor you can think of, like she’s preparing for a tea apocalypse or something. You open her cupboard and BAM! It’s like a botanical garden exploded in there. She’s always watching those weird crime shows too—like, if you ask her about “Murder She Wrote,” she could probably write a dissertation on it.

And you know what really gets me? The puzzles. Marie will sit there at the kitchen table doing jigsaw puzzles for HOURS. Like, she’s got all these guys fawning over her, and she’s over here acting like a grandma just waiting for bingo night. It’s weird, but it’s Marie, y’know? Her card game obsession is just the cherry on top. She’s always trying to rope people into playing Gin Rummy or Canasta. If she doesn’t have anyone to play with, she’ll sit there doing solitaire, shuffling the cards like she’s in a Vegas casino. And don’t even think about beating her—she’s ruthless, calling out rules you’ve never heard of, like, ‘Actually, you can’t play that card because it’s Thursday.’

Marie also has these old-school habits that just make her seem even more like an old grandma, and I mean that in the funniest way possible. First off, she’s always trying to feed everyone. Doesn’t matter if you’re hungry or not—she’s like, ‘You’re too skinny, you need to eat.’ She’ll whip out a full meal in five minutes like it’s a magic trick. Fighter? Coach? Cameraman? You mention you are hungry and she just appears with food, where does it come from? Her big beehive?

And the food—oh, the food. Marie’s kitchen always smells like she’s been cooking for a village. She’s making kugel, latkes, stuffed cabbage—you name it. She even learned how to make her own challah, which she insists on braiding perfectly, and don’t even get me started on her chicken soup. It’s practically a cure-all. Got a cold? Soup. Bad day? Soup. Sprained your ankle? Guess what? Soup.

And the guilt trips? Oh, man. Classic Marie. Like if I don’t call her when I’m out late, she hits me with, ‘Don’t worry about me, I’ll just sit here and wonder if my little brother is alive or in a ditch somewhere.’ I’m like, ‘Marie, I went to the store for five minutes!’ I get it I'm short and I'm only 17, but I've beaten guys that are three times my age and height.

Then there’s her obsession with coupons and deals. She’s not even strapped for cash, but if she gets something full price, she acts like she’s personally betrayed her ancestors. She’s all about ‘Why pay $5 when you could pay $4.75?’

Oh, and holidays? Forget about it. She goes ALL OUT. Passover, Hanukkah, you name it—she’s dragging me to synagogue, making matzo ball soup, and lecturing me on traditions like I’m in Sunday school again. But honestly, it’s kinda nice. Makes things feel like home.

Marie’s just got this old Jewish lady energy, even though she’s… y’know, Marie. It’s like she’s channeling generations of bubbes, but in her own chaotic, lovable way.”

“Oh man, don’t even get me started on Marie’s house. It’s like stepping into a time capsule. She’s got these old decorations everywhere—like, actual antiques. She’s got menorahs that look like they came straight out of the shtetl, ceramic pomegranates, and a hamsa on every other wall. There’s even this weird old clock that doesn’t work, but she won’t get rid of it because ‘it has character.’

And then there’s the singing. If she’s cleaning, cooking, or just puttering around the house, you know she’s gonna be singing something in Yiddish. It’s like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it half the time. She’ll be scrubbing a pan and humming ‘Tumbalalaika’ or ‘Bei Mir Bistu Shein.’ Sometimes she gets into it and starts belting out like she’s on stage, and I’m just sitting there like, ‘You good, Marie?’

It’s honestly kinda comforting, though. Like, it’s chaotic, but it’s her. I mean, yeah, she’s got this whole grandma vibe, but it just makes the place feel warm and alive. Even if she’s singing so loud the neighbors can hear.”

“Okay, so Marie’s list of grandma activities is endless. Like, she collects random jars and containers. Doesn’t matter if it’s an old pickle jar or a tin from cookies—she’ll clean it out and say something like, ‘You never know when you’ll need a good jar.’ Now her cabinets are full of ‘em, and I swear, half of them are empty.

She’s obsessed with gardening, but not, like, normal plants—she’s growing herbs and weird flowers that I’m convinced nobody’s even heard of. She’ll come in with dirt on her face like, ‘Look, Little Mac, my rosemary’s thriving!’ Meanwhile, I can barely keep a cactus alive.

Oh, and she’s got this thing with handwritten notes. Like, she refuses to use her phone for reminders. Instead, she’ll write down recipes, to-do lists, or random thoughts on little scraps of paper—and they’re everywhere. You’ll find ‘em in her coat pockets, on the fridge, even in the bathroom.

Then there’s her perfume collection, which is wild. She’s got these vintage bottles that look like they came out of a 1920s department store. And the scents? They’re super flowery or musky, like classic grandma fragrances. She’s always dabbing it on her wrists like it’s a ritual, and if you say it’s strong, she’ll just shrug and say, ‘That’s how you know it’s good.’

And her dishes—oh boy. Marie’s got the fanciest plates and bowls, but they’re so old-school they’ve probably been passed down for generations. She’s got these blue and white porcelain plates she only uses for special occasions and some glassware that’s so delicate she practically makes you sign a waiver before touching it. Meanwhile, she’ll serve you cookies on a little tray that looks like it belongs in a museum.

Marie’s collections are a big part of who she is—they tell stories of her past, her culture, and her unique personality. Walking into her apartment is like stepping into a cozy, lived-in museum of sorts. It’s a collection of memories, keepsakes, and things that hold sentimental value. But at the same time, it feels like home, a space that’s warm and inviting despite all the stuff packed into every nook and cranny.

First, there’s her collection of old religious items. You can’t miss them. She’s got candles, menorahs, and even an antique silver kiddush cup that’s been passed down through generations. When she talks about these objects, you can see the reverence in her eyes—they’re not just decorations; they’re links to her family’s past, to the traditions her grandparents carried with them from Europe. She’s got prayer books in Yiddish and Hebrew, their pages yellowed with age, some of them with notes written in the margins. It’s clear that every item in her collection has a story, a memory attached to it.

Then there are her trinkets—lots of small figurines and dolls from different cultures. Some are from her travels, like the little wooden figurines from Slovakia or the hand-painted pottery she bought when she visited Romania. They’re scattered around her living room, on shelves or in glass cabinets, like little time capsules. Each one seems to have a story of where she’s been, who she was with, or something important that happened in her life. Some of the pieces are quirky—like the hand-carved wooden clown from a street market in Prague—but others are so intricate and beautiful, I can’t help but admire the craftsmanship.

Marie also collects vintage cookbooks. Old ones, some of them falling apart from how much she’s used them. She’s got this one cookbook that’s a hundred years old, and she’s used it so much that the pages are stained with grease and food marks. She said it belonged to her grandmother, who taught her how to cook all those old-world recipes. Every time I look at it, I can’t help but think about how much history is packed into those pages. You can tell these aren’t just recipes; they’re part of her family’s identity. Whenever she cooks, she’s connecting with her roots, with the women who came before her. It’s like she’s passing the knowledge down, one meal at a time.

There’s also a whole section of her home that’s dedicated to vintage postcards. She’s been collecting them for years—mostly ones from different places she’s been, but also some old ones she’s found at thrift stores or flea markets. They’re mostly from the early 1900s, showing cities, landmarks, and scenes from long ago. I remember her showing me one of New York from the 1920s, and she told me that her great-grandparents used to live in that exact neighborhood. It’s amazing how these little postcards capture a moment in time—like frozen memories of lives that were lived long before we came along.

And then, of course, there’s the collection of old dishes and teacups. She’s got this collection of mismatched, delicate porcelain teacups—most of them from different countries. There’s one that she’s really fond of, a cup with little roses painted on it that she got from a shop in Vienna. She says it reminds her of when she visited the city with her mother, back when things were simpler. Sometimes, on quiet afternoons, she’ll pull out one of her favorite cups, brew a pot of tea, and we’ll sit and chat, letting the time slip by. It’s like she’s recreating those small, intimate moments of her past, making new memories with each cup.

I’ve noticed how Marie’s collections aren’t just about having stuff; they’re a reflection of her life, her history, and her connection to both her Jewish roots and the cultures she’s grown up around. Sometimes, when she’s showing me her collections, it’s like she’s telling me pieces of her story without saying much at all. It’s in the way she talks about the items, the pride in her voice when she tells me the history behind them. It’s almost like these collections are her way of holding onto the past while moving forward—an acknowledgment of where she’s come from, and a way of keeping it all alive.

The coolest part, though, is how she’s started teaching me about her collections, how she’s opened up about the stories behind each item. I’ve learned so much from her—about her family, her heritage, and her way of seeing the world. She’s passed along some of the old cooking techniques from her family’s recipes, the way they used to stretch a meal and make everything from scratch. And every time we cook together, it feels like I’m adding my own little piece to her collection—like I’m a part of her story now, too.

Marie’s collections have this way of connecting the past and present, of honoring where she’s come from while she builds her life here and now. And even though I’m not really a collector, it’s hard not to get caught up in the magic of it all—the way she looks at each item, the pride she takes in preserving these pieces of her life. It’s not just about the things she owns; it’s about the memories they hold, the people they’ve connected her to, and the legacy she’s continuing. It’s a big part of why being with her feels like being part of something so much bigger than just the two of us.

Marie’s collection of old quilts and handmade clothes is probably one of the most personal and heartfelt parts of her home. Each piece is like a patchwork of memories, not just fabric, but moments in time, stories of hands that sewed them, and the love that went into making them. I’ve always been amazed by the way she talks about her quilts—how each stitch feels like it holds a piece of her family’s history.

The quilts are incredible. Some of them are centuries old, handed down from her great-grandmother and others from her mother. They’re faded now, the colors soft and worn, but they’ve got this warmth to them—almost like they still carry the imprint of the hands that created them. I remember the first time I saw them, spread out across her bed like a tapestry of the past. The designs are intricate, sometimes even abstract, and Marie can tell you exactly where each one came from. Some are made from fabric scraps, leftovers from clothes that her family wore, while others are more meticulously designed patterns that took hours to stitch together.

I think what really strikes me about the quilts is the level of care in each one. Marie says her grandmother made them during the tough years when they didn’t have much. They used whatever fabric they could get their hands on—old dresses, scraps from coats, bits of whatever they could salvage—and then she’d sew them all together into something beautiful and functional. It’s not just about making something to keep warm; it’s about creating something from nothing, something that could be passed down, that would be there to tell the family’s story.

Marie’s not only a collector of these quilts—she’s a maker, too. She’s shown me how she still hand-stitches some of the smaller repairs or adds new designs to the older quilts, kind of like preserving them, but also giving them a little life of their own. She told me that it’s part of how she connects with her family, with the women who came before her. Each stitch she adds feels like she’s participating in the same tradition, carrying it on in her own way. I never really understood how something like that could feel so personal, but when you see the care and attention she gives to each piece, it’s hard not to feel the love in it.

And then there are the handmade clothes. Marie’s always been into crafting—knitting, sewing, crocheting. She has this incredible collection of vintage sewing patterns that she’s gotten from all over the world, some dating back to the 1930s. I’ve seen her pull out these old patterns with these beautiful, detailed drawings of women’s dresses, coats, and even accessories, and she’ll talk about how she wants to try them out one day. She’s made everything from wool cardigans to hand-sewn dresses, each one unique, each one a work of art. The fabrics she uses are often vintage, too—like old silk from her travels or linen she picked up at a market in Spain—and she’s so particular about every little detail. I’ve watched her sew late into the night, her hands moving over the fabric with this incredible focus, like she’s channeling the spirit of all the seamstresses in her family.

One of the most special things she’s made, though, is a sweater she knitted for me. She gave it to me last winter, and when I first saw it, I couldn’t believe how much care she’d put into every stitch. The yarn was this deep blue, soft and thick, perfect for the cold weather. I don’t know if she meant for it to be anything more than a simple sweater, but when I put it on, I felt like I was wearing a piece of her heart. I wear it all the time now, especially when it gets cold, and it always makes me feel close to her, like I’m wrapped in her warmth.

What I love most about Marie’s quilts and handmade clothes, though, is how they represent her dedication to the people she loves. It’s not just about creating something beautiful—it’s about making something that lasts, that can be passed down through the generations, just like the quilts and clothes from her ancestors. It’s like she’s making her own legacy, stitch by stitch, and with each quilt she adds to her collection, each sweater she knits, she’s making a piece of history for the future. Even though she’s modern, her love for these handmade creations feels timeless, as though she’s carrying a tradition forward that might otherwise be lost. And every time I see her working on one of her projects, I’m reminded of how much of her heart goes into everything she does.

Then there’s her knitting addiction. She’s making blankets, socks, and hats for everyone. And she doesn’t just stop at knitting—she crochets too. Sometimes she’ll call me over and be like, ‘Try this on,’ and it’s some oversized sweater that I’m not even sure fits me.

Oh, and Marie LOVES writing letters. Like, actual letters with envelopes and stamps. She’ll sit at the table for hours with her fancy pens, writing to people who probably won’t even write back. She says it’s ‘more personal.’

I’m telling you, she’s basically 80 years old in a younger body. It’s kinda hilarious, but also weirdly comforting.”

“Okay, so I get it—Marie’s an immigrant from Germany, and her late family was super traditional. She’s told me the stories a million times: how they kept kosher, how her mom would light candles every Friday night, and how her dad used to lecture her about the importance of keeping traditions alive. Like, I know where all her quirks come from.

But sometimes I look at her and think, ‘Marie, we’re not in the old country anymore.’ Like, I’m pretty sure nobody else in the WVBA is sitting down to hand-roll kreplach or yelling at the TV in Yiddish when the news is on. And yet, there she is, making gefilte fish from scratch and humming old folk songs while she does it.

I get that her upbringing made her who she is, and I respect it—I really do. But Marie takes it to a whole new level. She’s out here sewing patches onto my clothes, like it’s 1935 and I can’t just buy a new jacket. Or she’ll tell me things like, ‘In my family, we always did this,’ while setting the table with enough food to feed the entire league.

Okay, so yeah, Marie’s got all these old-school habits, but honestly? She’s been teaching me a ton of stuff that’s actually useful. Like, she’s a master at stretching a dollar. I used to think meal prepping was just for fitness buffs, but nope—Marie’s out here making meals that last a week, and they taste better every day. I’ve learned how to make a mean pot of chicken soup, and now I’m the guy everyone calls when they’re sick.

She’s also big on fixing things instead of throwing them out. My gloves were falling apart, and I was ready to toss them, but she showed me how to sew them up. I know, sewing doesn’t sound tough, but you’d be surprised how handy it is when you’re training and gear gets worn out.

And her cooking? It’s like a crash course in survival. She’s teaching me all these recipes that are cheap, filling, and taste amazing—latkes, kugel, even braided challah. She says it’s about ‘taking care of your people,’ and now I feel like I could feed an army if I had to.

She’s even teaching me some Yiddish phrases, which is great for trash-talking in the ring without anyone knowing. Marie says, ‘If you’re gonna call someone a nudnik, at least do it with flair.’

So yeah, she’s old-fashioned, but it’s like having my own personal life coach. I don’t just get a sister—I get a survival guide, a tailor, and a chef all rolled into one.

It’s like she’s stuck between being this old-world Jewish bubbe and a modern-day cutman, and somehow, it works for her. It’s just… sometimes I have to remind her that we’re in New York, not a little shtetl in Germany. It’s funny how people can look at Marie and think she’s just this old, traditional lady, but they don’t always know the full story. I’ve heard her talk about her parents, and honestly, it’s a bit heartbreaking. Her mom and dad, they were born and raised in Germany, and they had that old-school, strict mindset that a lot of people from their generation carried with them. You know, they had lived through a lot—survived the war, rebuilt their lives—and they were determined to keep their family traditions alive, even if that meant keeping a tight grip on Marie. They weren’t bad people, but they were overbearing in a way that you’d only understand if you were raised in a time and place like that.

She was expected to follow the rules, do things the “right” way, and stick to their ideals. It was all about preserving the family name, the old customs, the way things had been passed down from generation to generation. And I get it—her parents went through things most people can’t even imagine. They lived through the worst of history, and their experiences shaped how they viewed the world. They probably just wanted to protect Marie from the chaos that had torn apart their lives and their home. But that didn’t mean she had to stay trapped in that mindset forever.

Marie’s always been this independent spirit, though. She’s got her own opinions, her own ideas about how things should be, and as much as she respected her parents, she didn’t agree with a lot of the things they pushed on her. She loved them, no doubt, but she needed more than just their way of living. It wasn’t until after they passed that Marie felt like she could truly breathe, like she was finally free to make her own choices and live her life on her terms. I think that’s when she really came into her own. That’s when she left Germany and came here, looking for something different, something that would allow her to be herself.

It wasn’t easy, though. Coming to a new country, starting fresh, and breaking away from the expectations her parents had set for her—it was all a huge challenge. But that’s Marie. She’s never been one to back down, and even though she didn’t agree with the way her parents had raised her, she understood where they were coming from. They’d lived through the worst times in history, and for them, that kind of control was just a way of coping with everything they’d lost. But for Marie, it was suffocating. She wasn’t going to live a life defined by fear or by the shadows of the past. She came to us, to America, for freedom—freedom to be who she truly was, to make her own path, and to define her own future.

It wasn’t like she rejected everything they taught her—she still holds onto parts of her heritage, her culture, and the values that shaped her. But she learned that she didn’t have to live under the weight of their rules, and that’s something she’s always fought for. She believes in embracing the past, but she also believes in moving forward, in creating a life that’s her own. That’s why she’s so willing to learn from others, to hear different perspectives, and to understand people from all walks of life. It’s her way of reclaiming her own identity, and I think that’s what makes her so special.

She doesn’t talk about it much, but I know that leaving Germany wasn’t just about escaping her parents—it was about finding herself, finding a place where she didn’t have to live in anyone’s shadow. And when she came here, she didn’t just step into the world that awaited her; she built her own life, on her own terms. It’s something I admire a lot about her—she took the lessons from her past, the struggles she went through, and used them to shape the woman she is today. She’s proud of her roots, but she knows she can’t be confined by them. That’s Marie—always pushing forward, always staying true to herself, no matter where she came from or who tried to hold her back.

But outside of her old ways her opinions are pretty modern. She is for the people, for the minorities. You know, sometimes Marie comes off as old-fashioned, especially with the way she carries herself. She’s got her routines—like making sure everyone’s got enough to eat, or making time for her old-school traditions, like keeping the house cozy with homemade quilts or sitting down with a good book. People might look at her and think she’s just this sweet, old lady who’s stuck in the past, but they couldn’t be more wrong. She’s actually one of the most forward-thinking people I know, especially when it comes to social justice.

It might not always look that way, but Marie’s got this fire inside her. She doesn’t just sit back and accept things because “that’s how it’s always been.” If she sees something she thinks is wrong, you can bet she’s going to stand up for it—no matter the situation. She might be the one sitting in a quiet corner at a dinner party, but when it comes to speaking out, she doesn’t hesitate for a second.

I’ve seen her go toe-to-toe with people who try to put others down, especially when it comes to injustice. Whether it’s racism, discrimination, or people being treated unfairly, she’s never afraid to call it out. It’s not always dramatic—she doesn’t make a big scene—but you can feel the power of her words when she does speak up. I remember this one time when a few of the boxers were making some off-hand remarks about someone’s culture, and Marie didn’t let it slide. She didn’t lecture them, but she calmly told them how those kinds of comments were hurtful, how important it was to respect every person’s background, no matter where they come from. The room got quiet, and for a moment, I think everyone realized how much they’d been missing—how easy it was to fall into ignorance if you didn’t stop and think.

Marie’s not the kind of person who makes a big deal about it, but when she stands up for what’s right, people listen. She’s never one to shy away from a conversation, especially if it means standing up for the underdog. I’ve seen her defend workers in the stores she shops at, the people who’ve been overlooked by others. It doesn’t matter if it’s someone cleaning the floors or serving food—Marie sees people as people, and if she feels like they’re not being treated right, she’ll speak up. She’s taught me that being kind and respectful isn’t just about showing love to people who are easy to love—it’s about standing up for the ones who might be forgotten or mistreated, too.

I think part of it comes from the way she was raised—growing up in a tough time and learning that you’ve got to fight for what’s right. It’s a different world now, but Marie’s sense of justice hasn’t changed. She was taught that you stand up for the people who don’t have a voice, that you make sure everyone gets a fair chance. She doesn’t just fight for others when it’s convenient or when it’s easy. She does it because she believes it’s the right thing to do.

And even though she’s old-fashioned in some ways, it’s clear that she’s got a modern heart. She understands the struggles people are going through today, and she’s got a strong opinion about how things should change. Whether it’s talking to one of the boxers about their behavior or stepping up for a cause she believes in, Marie is never one to back down. She may be gentle, but she’s got a backbone made of steel.

It’s honestly kind of amazing to see someone so rooted in tradition still push for progress. She reminds me all the time that standing up for others doesn’t have to be loud or flashy—it’s about doing the right thing even when nobody’s looking. That’s the real power she has: making sure people are treated with dignity and respect, no matter who they are or where they come from. And to me, that makes her more modern than a lot of people I know, despite the fact that she’s into old quilts and listening to language tapes. She’s got a wisdom that comes from experience, and I can’t think of a better role model.

“I mean, I’ve always been Catholic, y’know? It’s kind of in my blood. I’m Hispanic, so that whole church thing was a big part of growing up. Sunday mornings meant heading to church with my mom, and then there’d be the whole family afterwards for a big meal, and of course, we’d say grace before we ate. It’s just… tradition. My mom would make me sit still through the whole mass, even when I wanted to run around as a kid, and she’d always say the rosary with me at night before bed, counting the beads like it was a ritual. I’d pray to the Virgin Mary and Jesus, asking for guidance. It was something I didn’t always get, but it was comforting, like it grounded me in a way. Even if I didn’t understand all the words or the history behind everything, there was this peace in it. Church was a space for me to reset, y’know?

Then, there’s Marie. She’s Jewish—born and raised, and her family’s super traditional. I know she grew up with a lot of the same values, just with a different foundation. Every time I stay with her, I learn a little more about her culture and her faith, and she’s always open to hearing about mine too. I don’t think I ever realized how much I didn’t know about her traditions until she started explaining it. For example, she told me about Shabbat, how every Friday night, she lights candles, says a prayer, and makes everything peaceful for the weekend. It’s such a simple but deep thing, right? She said it’s about setting the tone for the rest of the week—something like that. Honestly, I was kind of surprised by how similar it felt to what we do, except ours is on Sundays. She also explained how lighting the candles is a way to honor the Sabbath, and I thought that was powerful. She said the prayer in Hebrew, and I couldn’t really catch all of it, but the way she said it… there was this calmness to it. I wanted to understand it more.

One night, I asked her about some of the prayers she says before meals, and she told me about the bracha, the blessing over bread. That was something I had never heard of. She said, ‘Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who brings forth bread from the earth,’ and she explained how it’s this deep connection to what the earth gives us. I liked that. It felt really… connected, you know? Like, appreciating where food comes from, where life comes from. I actually started saying a little prayer in my head after hearing hers, kind of like how we do grace before meals. It wasn’t exactly the same, but the feeling behind it—being thankful, taking a moment to appreciate what we have—it made sense to me. It’s not that different when you really think about it.

She’s even asked me to teach her some of the Catholic traditions, like the rosary. I showed her how we pray with the beads and how the Hail Mary and Our Father are part of our routine. At first, she didn’t really get it—like, ‘Why do you have to repeat so many prayers?’ But as I explained it to her, she seemed to find it interesting. She said something like, ‘It’s kind of like meditating, right? Repeating the words to focus your mind?’ And I guess, in a way, she’s right. It’s not just about the words, but about the mindset. About putting your trust in something bigger than yourself, taking a minute to just breathe and let go.

It’s funny because sometimes we’ll sit together, each of us in our own little world, practicing our faiths in the way we know how, but we never judge each other. Instead, it’s like we’re both learning from one another. I’ll catch her lighting candles, and sometimes, without even thinking, I’ll say a prayer to myself. Or we’ll sit down for a meal, and she’ll say her bracha while I quietly say grace. There’s no conflict, no “this is better than that.” It’s just… respect. We’re different, but there’s a shared understanding that both of our faiths are important parts of who we are.

I remember one day, I was feeling kind of off after training, and Marie noticed. She looked at me and said, ‘Maybe you should say a prayer for strength.’ She didn’t know what I usually do, but I felt like, for once, I didn’t have to explain. I just said, ‘Yeah, I think I will.’ And we both took a moment, in our own ways, to connect with something bigger than us. I said my rosary prayer, and she said one of her own, and it was like, for just a moment, we were both in the same place spiritually.

Honestly, the more we talk about it, the more I realize that faith isn’t just about the specifics of the tradition. It’s about believing in something, having that foundation to stand on when life gets tough. And Marie… she’s shown me that while our religions might look different on the surface, the core of it is the same: love, family, tradition, and a deep appreciation for the life we’ve been given. And, I guess, in that way, we teach each other, without even trying.”

“Man, when I think about how Marie and I have blended our cultures together, it feels like it’s more than just about food or traditions—it’s about a deeper connection. We’re from different worlds, right? Me, with my Hispanic background, raised in a Catholic household, and her, with her Jewish upbringing, coming from a family that holds onto traditions like they’re a lifeline. At first, I didn’t think we’d have that much in common when it came to holidays or meals or anything like that, but as we started sharing more of ourselves with each other, I realized it’s all about finding that space where both of our worlds can exist side by side.

I remember the first time I went with Marie to her family’s Shabbat dinner. It was so different from anything I’d ever experienced. The candles, the prayers, the way everyone gathered around the table to share the bread and wine—it felt intimate, spiritual. I had never been part of anything like that before. And I’ll admit, I didn’t fully understand all the prayers or the Hebrew, but I could feel something deep, like this connection to the past, to her ancestors. It was like they were carrying on something that meant so much, something that had been passed down for generations. There was such a reverence in the room, a respect for tradition. I felt like an outsider at first, but Marie, she didn’t make me feel that way. She just told me to do what felt right, and that was enough.

And then, she started asking me about my own traditions. I remember the first time I talked about Día de los Muertos with her. She didn’t know much about it—how we honor our loved ones, set up altars with candles, marigolds, and pictures, and how the food, like pan de muerto, is a symbol of life and death coexisting. I could tell it really resonated with her. She asked a million questions, like she was trying to understand the whole concept—not just the rituals, but what it meant to me, how it shaped my perspective on life and death. And I think that’s when I realized: it wasn’t about just explaining a holiday; it was about explaining a part of myself. Sharing that with her felt like we were connecting on a deeper level than I ever imagined.

When we decided to merge our two cultures for Christmas last year, that’s when it really hit me how much we were growing together. I cooked up some tamales, and she made her famous latkes. I swear, she was more excited about my tamales than I was—she was curious about every little detail, asking how I wrapped the masa, what kind of fillings I liked. And when it came time for dinner, we sat down together, and it wasn’t just about eating—it was like a celebration of both our families, both our histories. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that meal was a symbol of us coming together in this space we created—our own little mix of everything.

But it’s not just the meals or the holidays. It’s how we’ve both started weaving bits of each other’s cultures into our everyday lives. Like when Marie would teach me the Yiddish words her grandmother taught her, and I’d throw in some Spanish phrases she didn’t know. Or when we started making room in our lives for both the rosary and the Shabbat candles—one for the end of the week, the other for the beginning. It’s small stuff, but it feels monumental, like we’re building this bridge between us, brick by brick, until the difference between us doesn’t feel so different at all.

And the best part is, we don’t feel like we have to choose one over the other. It’s not about me abandoning my roots or her abandoning hers. It’s about realizing that the beauty of our relationship isn’t in our sameness, but in how we’ve learned to respect and embrace each other’s differences. It’s like each holiday, each meal, each little ritual, is a way to say, ‘I see you. I understand where you come from. And I want to be a part of that.’

We’ve built our own traditions now—ones that mix the old and the new. Like, this past year, we decided to make a whole bunch of different dishes for Thanksgiving. We had the turkey and the stuffing, of course, but we also had marinated brisket, challah bread, and tamales. It was a weird combo at first, but when we sat down to eat, I realized that this—this was the new tradition. It wasn’t just one holiday, one culture, or one history; it was a reflection of both of us, coming together and carving out something that was uniquely ours.

And the deeper I get into all this, the more I realize it’s not about any one meal or prayer—it’s about what those things represent. It’s about learning the sacredness in each other’s customs and realizing that, even though we’re from different backgrounds, we’re both carrying pieces of something bigger. That’s what’s made this whole journey with Marie so special: it’s not just about learning from each other, it’s about creating something new together, something that honors both of our pasts while looking forward to the future we’re building.”

Marie’s always looking for ways to connect with people, even when it’s hard. She’ll invite the other boxers over for dinner or lunch, and it’s not just about feeding them—it’s about sharing something, learning from each other, and seeing if they can break through the barriers that sometimes exist between them. I’ve seen it firsthand. No matter how different the boxers are, or how much tension might be between them, she’ll set a table for everyone. Whether they’re from different parts of the world, speak different languages, or come from different cultures, she’s always trying to create this space where people can connect.

Marie doesn’t expect miracles. She knows she can’t always get along with everyone, and she knows that sometimes, people aren’t going to suddenly become best friends just because there’s food on the table. But she tries anyway. She makes an effort to make sure everyone feels heard, even if it’s not easy. I’ve seen her with Bald Bull and Soda Popinski—those two can barely stand each other, but somehow, at one of Marie’s dinners, the tension fades a little. It’s not like they forget their differences, but it’s like they understand each other a little better. They’ll start talking about their hometowns or their favorite foods, and even if it’s just for that moment, the rivalry takes a backseat.

She’s got this deep need to get to know people, not just as boxers but as individuals. She’s always looking for common ground, always trying to understand where someone’s coming from. It’s not always about speaking the same language; it’s about making the effort, showing respect, and being curious. That’s why you’ll find her listening to language tapes in the car on the way to the gym or before bed. I don’t think she ever stops trying to learn. She’s always listening to lessons in German, Yiddish, Ladino, or Spanish, working on something new to help her communicate better. It’s one of the things I admire most about her—she’s not content just knowing what she knows. She wants to understand more, and she’s willing to put in the work to bridge those gaps.

And even though not everyone gets along, she still believes in the value of that connection. She knows there are going to be days when the boxers clash or when there’s a rough atmosphere in the gym, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to build something different. If she can’t make them all get along, at least she can try to give them the tools to understand each other better. She’s not a miracle worker, but she’s definitely a bridge builder. It’s something small, but it has a big impact. Even if they don’t always see eye to eye, I think they leave her dinners with a little more respect for each other and the cultures they come from.

Sometimes it’s the smallest gestures that mean the most. She doesn’t ask for much in return—she doesn’t expect anyone to suddenly speak fluent Yiddish or learn all about her background in a day. But it’s the effort she puts in, the conversations she sparks, that slowly starts to change things. I think it’s part of who she is—this belief that no matter where someone’s from or how different they seem, there’s always something you can learn from each other. It’s not easy work, and sometimes it feels like it’s not making much of a difference, but she’s always at it, trying to make the world a little smaller, one dinner at a time.

Oh, man, Marie’s definitely had her moments with the language barrier. It’s actually kind of funny how hard she tries, and how sometimes, it just doesn’t go the way she plans.

I remember this one dinner with a few of the boxers—Bald Bull, Soda, and a couple of others. Marie was really excited because she’d been studying a bit of Turkish for a while, trying to connect with Bald Bull more. She had this whole plan to surprise him by speaking a little Turkish when he arrived, and she’d been listening to language tapes for days. So, she’s all pumped, right? The food’s ready, and she says to Bald Bull, “Hoş geldiniz!” (which means “Welcome”), and she’s smiling real big, waiting for his reaction.

Bald Bull just stands there, blinking for a second, and then he says, “What’d you say? Is that a new kind of soup?”

Marie’s face went from excited to totally confused, and we all just started laughing. It turns out she’d gotten one of the phrases wrong. She’d meant to say something welcoming, but it sounded like she was offering him a bowl of something. Bald Bull wasn’t upset, though. He actually laughed, too, and started teasing her about being “fluent in food, not language.”

It was funny, but it also showed just how hard she works to make that connection. She could’ve easily just stuck to speaking English, or German, or whatever she knew best, but no—she’s always pushing herself, trying to speak someone else’s language, even if it doesn’t come out perfectly. And honestly, even though it didn’t go as planned, it meant a lot that she tried. After that, Bald Bull was actually way more open to talking to her, even teaching her some Turkish words. He got a kick out of it, and by the end of the night, everyone was joking around in a mix of languages—English, Yiddish, Turkish, even a little Spanish from me.

Marie’s always learning and pushing herself, but she doesn’t take herself too seriously when things don’t go perfectly. The language barrier’s still there, but she doesn’t let it stop her. That’s just Marie. She’ll stumble, but she’ll keep going, even if it means saying something that makes everyone laugh.

Oh, Marie’s always so thoughtful about these things, so before she gives anyone a hug or that European cheek kiss, she always checks with the management first. She doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable—she’s just naturally affectionate, you know? She’ll ask them, “Is it okay if I greet him this way? I just want to make sure it’s not too much.” She’s got this polite, considerate side that’s honestly kind of funny considering how enthusiastically she greets people.

But sometimes, it doesn’t always go as smoothly as she thinks. I remember one time, Marie had just been told by management that it was fine to greet this new boxer from Eastern Europe with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They’d said it was cool, so Marie went for it—no hesitation. She walks up to the guy, big smile on her face, arms open wide, and as she goes in for the hug, you could see the panic in his eyes. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.

He tries to awkwardly sidestep her, but Marie’s already there, giving him this big warm hug, and then she quickly plants a kiss on his cheek, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. But here’s the thing—this guy doesn’t even know how to react. He turns bright red, completely flustered, and backs up a little like he’s trying to get his bearings. At first, he’s just standing there, looking around like he’s trying to figure out if he’s supposed to do something in return. Is he supposed to kiss her cheek back? Hug her again? What was happening?!

Marie, not missing a beat, just smiles at him and says, “There, see? Wasn’t that easy?” as if it’s a casual, everyday greeting.

But this poor guy? His face goes even redder, and he starts mumbling in a mix of broken English and his native language. He’s flustered, trying to explain he’s not used to the whole European cheek-kiss thing. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her—it was just, well, a cultural shock. He looks over at the other boxers like he’s hoping for some guidance, but everyone else is trying to hold in their laughter, not wanting to make it worse.

Then, just to add to the comedy of the situation, one of the other guys (who’s seen Marie do this a hundred times) leans over and says, “It’s okay, buddy. Just wait until you get the full Marie treatment—you’ll get used to it!”

It wasn’t that the guy didn’t appreciate the greeting, but the suddenness of it caught him totally off guard. After that, he made a point of giving Marie a little wave every time they passed by, but still kept a bit of a distance—like he wasn’t quite ready for the full embrace yet.

Marie, though? She just laughed it off, completely unaware of how flustered he was, and continued to ask management about the next person she’d be meeting. She never wants to make anyone uncomfortable, but she’s definitely got that big, heart-on-her-sleeve attitude that sometimes takes people by surprise.

Man, when I think about Marie, there’s a lot I could say. She’s definitely not perfect—nobody is, right? She’s got her quirks, her old-school habits, and sometimes, she comes off a little… overbearing. But in a lot of ways, that’s what makes her who she is, and honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing.

She’s a hugger(sometimes), always going for those big, warm embraces, and the European kiss on the cheek greeting is so her. I’ve seen her catch people off guard with it—guys who aren’t used to that kind of thing. She’ll greet anyone like they’re family, whether it’s Bald Bull, Soda Popinski, or some new guy we’re training with. Sometimes, they’re flustered or confused at first, but they come to appreciate it. She doesn’t judge people, and she doesn’t care where they come from. She just wants to make sure they feel welcomed. And that includes asking management if it’s okay to greet someone that way, making sure no one’s uncomfortable.

Marie’s got a lot of old traditions—she loves her Yiddish, her German roots, and her ethnic foods. She cooks like you’re at your grandma’s house, and she’ll make sure you know every single ingredient in that dish, even if it’s hard to pronounce. And don’t even get me started on how she’s always trying to learn new languages—she’s listening to tapes in the car, studying words late at night, just so she can connect with the guys better. She knows it’s not always going to work, but she tries anyway. Even when there’s a language barrier, she’s trying to make that bridge. It’s like she believes that communication, no matter how imperfect, is key.

She’ll invite boxers over to dinner, even if they’re from different cultures, just to get to know them. Sometimes it’s awkward, sometimes it’s a little weird, but she makes it work. I’ve seen her do it—making those cultural exchanges happen, finding something in common, and trying to break down those walls. Even when they don’t get along, she’s there, working her hardest to build some kind of understanding. She doesn’t let differences keep her from trying to make people feel at home, even if it’s a battle sometimes.

Now, I’ve seen the way she handles things with her family, too. Her parents were strict, real traditional—especially with her being Jewish and growing up in Germany. They had a way of thinking that didn’t always mesh with Marie’s need for freedom. She didn’t agree with everything they said or did. When they passed, she left for the U.S. She came here for a new life, for more opportunities, and for the chance to live on her own terms. She didn’t let anyone hold her back, and that took a lot of courage.

She’s got a big heart, but she’s also a fighter in her own right. She stands up for social justice, even when it’s not popular. You don’t always see it, but she’s got that fire. She might not be loud about it, but she’s quietly pushing for what’s right, helping people out in the ways she can.

But yeah, she’s not perfect. Sometimes she’s overbearing, sometimes she’s got her own ways that don’t always make sense to everyone, and sometimes she makes things awkward with her affection or language mishaps. But that’s what makes her Marie. She’s real. She’s stubborn, kind-hearted, and she doesn’t stop trying to make the world a little better—whether it’s through food, hugs, or just taking the time to learn about people. And to me? That’s enough. She’s family, and I’m proud to have her as my sister.

P.S. If you ever find yourself at one of her dinners and you see her pull out a dish that looks like it came straight out of a history book, just smile, nod, and eat it. You’ll be fine—unless it’s one of her experimental Yiddish-Slovak fusion dishes… then just pray you survive the taste test.

P.P.S. If you’re ever wondering why Marie insists on giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek every time you walk through the door, just remember: it’s not because she thinks you need it, it’s because she’s convinced that if she doesn’t, you’ll somehow forget that you’re loved and appreciated. She’s like a walking, talking emotional safety net.

P.P.P.S. And if you’re one of those boxers who’s not into hugs or physical touch? Don’t worry—Marie’s got a backup plan. She’ll give you the warmest, most awkward air hug you’ve ever seen, complete with a look like she’s praying it doesn’t freak you out. Or some cheesy joke. It’s her way of saying, “I respect your boundaries, but also… I really want to hug you, just so you know.”

[kikikittykis]

Zhongli Domestic HC's

Domestic Headcanons Masterpost

Masterlist

Summary: Lovable fluffy HC's about Zhongli and Readers life

Zhongli as your partner would be very interesting

He has a good job so good mora coming from that but

Only one problem his spending

If you can help him with it so that he isn’t always spending and can help him to keep track

Of the Mora he has spent, he would be very thankful

Zhongli is a very homely guy he likes reading with you and then he also likes to have his tea and sometimes coffee

For the most part it’s tea though

He’ll bring home rocks and shiny things

Like small coins and rocks

He’ll also buy you shiny trinkets

That glitter and shine

Its just to appease the dragon inside of him which enjoys shiny things

He’ll be happy at home and is a good cook

At least I think he is a very good cook

But only if you do the grocery shopping

If you let him then he’ll come home with ingredients you really don’t need

But you can always bring him along and supervise what he buys

Since he can pick out which ingredients are best out of the ones available to buy on that particular day

Hehe Zhongli also picks up some small hobbies, since he is no longer Rex Lapis

He tries Gardening and knitting/crocheting, heck he even starts to read the books on working at a Funeral home finally

Sure Hu Tao taught him a lot, for him to work at the WangSheng Funeral Parlor

But there was still some things he needed to know

About proper protocol and such 

[liverwisteria]

LAUGHING JILL HEADCANONS

Because Wisteria talked about Laughing Jack, today Wisteria will talk about Laughing Jill :3

GENERAL HEADCANONS:

✰ Laughing Jill stands the same height as Laughing Jack, 7’4.

✰ Her age is unknown and unlike Laughing Jack she looks quite younger, with her physical appearance appearing as someone who’s in their late 20’s.

✰ Her birthday is December 24th, she doesn’t celebrate her birthday as the last time she spent it was with Mary. A day that’s supposed to be cheerfully celebrated is just a reminder that she’s lost someone important.

✰ She has a VERY STRONG Scottish accent as she was born in Scotland. Uses Scottish phrases sometimes and has to like minimize it when talking to the other proxies though…lol.

✰ Speakinggg about the other proxies, Jill is like an auntie! The kids absolutely adore her because she’s very sweet and welcoming. The kids gave her the name “Auntie Jill” :)

✰ She bakes all sorts of things! Breads, cookies, cakes, pies, everything and anything! She takes these treats and brings it over to the mansion when she visits. The bread and cookies she bakes are always in those fun shapes.

✰ Wisteria says “visits” because Laughing Jill does not live in the mansion. Instead she has her own little cute cottage out in the woods! Laughing Jill once walked into the mansion on a lovely afternoon— saw the chaos, teleported into Slendermans office and requested to stay out in the woods where it was calm. And her request got accepted! So there she stays. Out in her lovely cottage.

✰ It does get a bit lonely out there— and she misses mansion drama which she then has to be caught up on when she visits— but. Everything is okay, Laughing Jill prefers it this way anyhow. She’s not a fan of large gatherings, and she isn’t interested in drama so this lifestyle is perfect for her.

✰ Not to mention she has all sorts of hobbies, she never gets bored in her small cottage. Which can be shifted into her liking, she can add new rooms if she wishes, but as for now it’s just a small nicely decorated cottage. Outside, she has her own little garden where she grows vegetables, fruits, and flowers. With her fresh plants she’s able to cook her own delicious meals and come up with her own recipes!

✰ Laughing Jill is much more sweeter towards children. Espicslly the ones that reside in the mansion, she’s always brining them treats, crocheted items, and whatever she thinks that they’d like! As for the adults…ehhh…she brings baked goods! But, uh, that’s about it.

✰BUT! She brings more to those who she’s close with that being: Zero, Candy Pop, and Lulu! She has a much closer bond to these three, which means she brings gifts to them whenever she’s on those visits! Which happen…like. Two times a month… (she really does not like going to the mansion.)

✰ She owns three…ostriches….because some medieval jester (not saying names) gifted her ostrich eggs. The kids named the Rosemarie, Annabelle, and Jellybean. Though it was confusing at first have ostriches at pets she’s come to love them! She spends most of her morning taking care of them, and she doesn’t mind at all. She feeds them, brushes them, spends time hanging out with them, and honestly! She’s thinking of getting more animals! She may have a farm out there soon guys…

✰ Honestly she practically does have a farm out there. Or at least, animals seem to adore Jill. She’s quiet, and her cottage is a perfect place for them to come together and just hangout. Jill feeds the animals! She has little feeding stations put around her cottage, there’s bird feeders put out her windows so she can watch the birdies :)

✰ I also imagine she has like a rocking chair somewhere near her front porch. She sits back, either knitting, looking at the newspaper, or reading. She has her reading glasses on and she occasionally looks up to watch the animals that walk by her cottage. She smiles and gestures for them to get closer so she can give them a treat. It’s perfect! Her like is perfect!

✰ Her personally is well…like a sweet old grandma. She treats everyone practically the same, showing them respect and kindness! I imagine she has those like hard candies that grannies give out…but seriously! She doesn’t have any problems with anyone in the mansion— except for…except for Laughing Jack…

…

✰ Jill absolutely hates that other clown. Every time he speaks her smile leaves her face and her eyes twitch. She has to stop herself from chasing him with her chainsaw…and it’s not like she’s wrong for hating him. He kills children! And EATS THEM…! She’s justified!

✰ But uhm, yeah. The clowns don’t get along at all. In fact if they were to be left alone in room for a few seconds they would be trying to kill each other.

✰ OH YEAHHH!!! Her weapon is a beautiful black and white chainsaw which she decorated herself! There’s stickers on it and silly charms. Shes able to spawn it at will and it’s sharper than anything. It’s heavy to anyone that isn’t Jill! Meaning only shes able wield it as it was made for her.

She’s literally the sweetest…Wisteria loves Laughing Jill so much…sniffles…Wisteria misses her guys…

That is all Wisteria has for this silly cute clown :)

[bunnyreaper]

Imagine the task forces newest member is a cute,chubby,short thing that while ferocious in battle ,is an absolute cinnamon roll when not fighting. She will knit little scarves and hats and gloves and make them sweaters,and she knows how to make shoes (Shoe making is a hobby of mine) so sometimes she will make them shoes and boots and her stuff always lasts way longer than anything the guys buy or are issued from the military. She also cooks and bakes and has a tiny garden on base along with a couple chickens,and lets say one of the guys gets sick so she makes them these wonderful teas and soups that fix them up quicker than any medicine.

She has sweet nicknames for each of the boys too!

Price is Papa Bear (And Mr.Grumps when he's not in a good mood)

Soap is Boomie (Mr.Bubbles when he's in a bad mood)

Ghost is Spooky Bear (Spooky when Grumpy)

Gaz is Freefall (cause he fell out of a helicopter and she will NOT let him live that down)

She sort of becomes the Team's Unofficial Darling,and its not uncommon to find one if not all of the guys sleeping in her room because its one of the main areas the men feel legitimately safe in.

(sorry I rambled a lot)

ramble away!! i love this -- the nicknames make me melt fr <3

[cawthorntales]

"Are we rolling?"

"Yes Mister Heart."

"Excellent. My name is Logan Heart. I've lived in the wonderful little town of Henford On Bagley for two years now. I feel it's time I settle down and start looking for a boyfriend. But you know how small towns are. You tend to lack options. So that's why I am doing this bachelor challenge.

A bit about me. My hobbies include working out, writing, spending time with my pet chicken Emily, knitting and cooking.

I'm a writer working on getting my first book published. Black is my favorite color and I have a preference for leather. I look forward to meeting each of you lovely gentlemen and I hope one of you could be my soulmate."

~~

Info

Sims must be male.

CC is fine just no defaults as I have defaults in my game.

Sims must have a bio or at least a small personality blurb so I know how to write them.

Your sim can be evil or good. Do note though if a good wins Emily and Logan may corrupt him like Logan was. I haven't decided on that yet.

Note: You the audience know Logan is an evil corrupt man turned by Emily. Your contestant will not know this. He's acting like his old self in this tape and Logan will be putting on an act for a little bit of the bc to lure the guys in. So when writing your entry write it as if you see a sweet guy

I own Werewolves, Cottage Living, Cats and Dogs, My First pet(or whatever the stuff pack for pets is) and Romance Garden(stuff pack)

~~

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@stargazer-sims

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[rayflowcherry]

Introduction to my Multiverse (Nightmare-centric)

Part 2: Dust, Horror, Killer

Ships: Crossmare, Driller, FarmHorror

Dust:

The guilt over his brother’s death has been getting better lately, it may not disappear but the ghost of Papyrus doesn’t haunt him anymore. (Nightmares occur rarely, too)

Sexuality: Grayromantic

Age: Early 30s

Eternally grateful to Nightmare for helping him getting through his panic attacks, he thought that it wouldn’t bother Nightmare in the past and the boss would feed on his negativity, but now, he doesn’t think it is the case.

Slightly annoyed at Killer’s flirting actions/jokes, doesn’t dislike him for it though. (It’s still annoying nonetheless)

Loves Horror’s cooking, they both would chat and laugh over some puns they made.

Always staying on the sidelines, unless something happens. (Quiet guy in the dark, unintentionally making people scared because of it)

Knows Horror likes Farm and will help him if the chance appears.

Doesn’t have any particular opinions on Cross, but he likes him as a friend to chat with. (A bit suspicious about Cross’s relationship with Nightmare)

Doesn’t like killing much, so Nightmare’s deal was good enough for him to stay, just spreading negativity in exchange for a place to stay in. (After the truce, he started to find some hobbies for him to pass the time like reading books, knitting,…)

Horror:

At first, he couldn’t eat the food Nightmare made for him simply because in the past, he used magic to survive, just the sight or smell of it makes him puke, over time, Killer, Dust and Nightmare helped him overcome the struggle. (Cooking helps him a lot)

Sexuality: Pomosexual

Age: Late 30s (the oldest of the three)

The kitchen is his safe space, others can come and go. (How rare, Killer is the most cautious of all when it comes to his kitchen)

He takes gardening as his hobby, it may seem odd for a big and scary guy like him. (He is grateful to Farm for this, it was Farm who introduced this hobby to him)

Has a tiny crush on Farm. (Killer and Dust are the only ones who know, Nightmare doesn’t suspect a thing)

Good fighting skills, enough to make someone distracted or being delayed for long, despite being the weakest of the three.

Considers Cross as a friend, appreciates his help every time in the kitchen/garden, has an inkling on what Cross’s feelings are for boss but hasn’t drawn a conclusion just yet.

His AU is under Nightmare’s protection. (Something he is always grateful to Nightmare for)

Confused and annoyed at Killer’s flirtings at first, he quickly gets used to it after some time.

Killer:

Nightmare’s longest companion for years, so he understands what his boss is feeling sometimes. (His boss is still so unpredictable)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: Early 30s

May seem to be acting unserious all the time but he’s also the most observant when it comes to the others’ actions/emotions.

The only one who rarely calls Nightmare ‘boss’, once he does though, it is when you should take the situation seriously.

Flirts with everyone whom he finds hot/adorable. (Nightmare is the only unaffected one because he doesn’t understand what Killer is saying all the time)

Great fighting skills, if you want to get to Nightmare, you have to go through him first.

Secretly protective, don’t mess with his ‘companions’.

His actions are the most unpredictable of all even if that’s a good thing when it is used in battle.

Will kill anyone if Nightmare orders him to. (Nightmare almost never uses him for that, unless it’s someone who deserves to die, in Nightmare’s standards)

He toyed with the knives, used his phone or played games when he’s bored or not fighting. (After the truce, he started to find some hobbies like taking pictures, singing, playing guitars on the streets,…That’s why he usually goes out of the mansion, Nightmare doesn’t mind as long as he doesn’t get in much trouble)

Has 4 cats: Solar, Lunar, Aqua, Amber

The first one to know about Cross’s crush on Nightmare, ‘it was obvious’, he said. (Besides X!Chara)

His soul always stays on Stage 1, only on Stage 2 when he’s fighting or following orders.

Has a crush on Dream because he likes his personality and smile.

They see each other as siblings, support and help through hard situations. Don’t hurt one of them or you’ll be their next victim.

[meowmeow127]

OK IM MAKING A FULL INTRO THING FOR MY TUMBLR FINALLY!!!!!

NAME: THEO! PRONOUNZ: HE/HIM IT/ITS I LUV MY BF I live in a small as balls town in Canada…

Safe place for basically everyone, furry, therians, all music taste, all identities idk>:P

DONT BE AFRAID TO MESSAGE ME IF UR NOT IN THE DNI I LOVE LOVE TALKING TO NEW PEOPLE HAI HAI HAI!!

IF U WANNA BE FRIENDS MINORS ONLY.

Dni: 18+, furry haters, nazi shit homo/transphobic pretty basic dni uhh yeah if ur a bad person fuck off and die idk

I WILL BE POLITICAL SOMETIMES FUCK TRUMP, ELON, THE GOVERMENT LETS ALL GO LIVE IN A FOREST AND ROT, OH WAIT THEYRE ALL BURNING WE CANT!!

—MORE MORE MORE MORE—

Pierce the veil,(pre split)panic at the disco, the young veins, fall out boy, my chemical romance, bullet for my Valentine, picture me broken, falling in reverse, Green Day, sleeping with sirens, blink-182, bowling for soup, System of a Down, weezer, serj tankian, Gerard way, bring me the horizon, all time low, motionless in white, black veil brides, linkin park, pencey prep, the garden, Korn, Alice In Chains, creed,

Limp bizkit,

Alex g, big theif, cavetown, leith Ross,foot ox,PWR BTTM,daddy and the long legs, merchant ships, McCafferty, the front bottoms, panucci’s pizza, Micheal cera, the moldy peaches, Adrianne lenker, German error message, Gigi Perez, Radiohead, Rio Romeo, destroy boys,mommy long legs, sawyer hill,

The cure, artic monkeys, David Bowie, queen, the neighborhood, tv girl, cigarettes after sex, etc etc…>:3

(this isn’t everything but it’s a hunk. PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MUSIC!!!!!)

GENERAL INTEREST?!?:

SHIT I WATCH!: my little pony!! jujitsu kaisen, Haikyuu, sk8 the infinity, good omens,superstore, started vex mechina, dandadan,toilet bound hanako-kun, saiki k, given, family guy, modern family, KURTIS CONNOR!!!! Funkyfrogbait, Danny Gonzalez, GIVE ME RECS!!

(IVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH HAIKYUU FOR 5 YEARS!!!!!)

Donnie darko, Juno, fight club, lala land, heathers, be more chill, musicals etc etc!!! I’m also reading the first hunger games and dear Evan Hansen!!

I love love horror plz give me recs,

Hobbies:

minecraft, fornite, crochet, baking, cooking, knitting, as many art mediums i possibly can… #malewife as fuck. I like going to punk shows n stuff >:3 I like reading, writing and I speak French, and a itty bitty amount of German. I’m tryna go back to playing guitar!!! I used to play drums too but had to sell my drums</3

I have Vic Fuentes and weezer watching me sleep on my wall n I just wanted to share that

ADD ME ON STUFF!!!!

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/yeahboy_do11face?igsh=MWZ0N2xpb2M3OGxxMg== (what i use the most!)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/31eg4r54aytdrwliuw6ef5atocze?si=TZgmPk6PRp24EXygv3jfQA

Spacehey:spacehey.com/piercethetheodore

Discord: sillybilly0304

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theomeopeo?_t=ZM-8tN8ziuSZs5&_r=1

Airbuds: https://i.airbuds.fm/silly.65/4ckUk7J3ei

Letterboxd: https://boxd.it/cRNF3

ILL KEEP UPDATING THIS!1!1! IF YOUVE READ ALL THIS JUST MSG ME ALREADY MAN

now time for a bunch of tags that wont do anything bv this is gonna get 4 likes by my 3 friends on here :3

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №12

Hobby edition!

Firstly, Author, what is YOUR favourite hobby? Besides writing? Mine is probably text roleplay if you're curious : D

I'm pretty sure that there was a list of hobbies for each character somewhere z or at least I've seen it written down that Tubbo likes gardening, but still, what is each character's hobby/hobbees?

Hobby swap. Every hobby gets sent to the person arter them in the order that you answered the second question in. How well does it go?

I do still remember that you wrote that Wilbur figures out that it has no hobbies when he doesn't have to get food so I suggest: Photography. I mean, they're already travelling through the USA and considering the fact that the foundation forgot about their existence they might as well have some fun and not hide constantly yk. Climb onto the statue of freedom or something. Why not. Might as well keep some memories!

Also it would just bee kinda ironic if Wilbur who has like the void thing which is the absence of light, photography as a hobby which is essentially capturing light.

5. What hobbies do you think whatever character/s would enjoy but aren't able to do due to their situation?

Man I don't think this one has an ounce of spoilers for Fault or content warnings!

1.Drawing. I find my drawing and writing is a very symbiotic process that keeps up passion about projects. I write a cool scene so I want to draw it, and while doing that I’m thinking about the story. Or I draw something sick as hell and am like well now I gotta put that in. I also like dnd but don’t play much alas.

2.I realized I was addressing the 5th question a little, so I’m going to put asterisks next to functional hobbies that they’re able to do on the run.

Tubbo gets the most exploration of hobbies due to the interlude WHiT Croplands. Tubbo definitely likes gardening because of Rhodes, though it’s also kinda cheating since flowers auto bloom once exposed to Tubbo long enough. Rosalind also has a lot of hobbies, and a bit of a problem with starting a new thing only to abandon it for the next project. So quilting*, painting, knitting. Tubbo also enjoys the Pokémon franchise. And they’re a dirty cheat at monopoly, can’t trust that guy at all. Also likes messing around in photoshop since they had an Instagram and needed to learn how to look like they badly photoshopped themselves into looking like a bug fairy thing.

Philza is seen doing a lot of meditating*, which is good for an embodiment of wrath. He’s probably picked up thousands of hobbies at one time or another. On speculation, he’s drawn to hobbies that involve fire and absolutely adores how creative humans are. Like part of Phil becoming a person was deffo influenced by humans changing the symbolic meaning of fire to include creation and protection. So metal work, glassblowing, anything with a combustion engine, etc. Philza was absolutely invested in the space race to an inordinate degree since they’re going into space with ROCKETS! He’s into cooking* and has a lot of random recipes that are nostalgic and tied to previous Collected. I can also see him doing a bonsai tree thing but like with a whole forest. Like sculpting how it grows over a few centuries. Ever see tree braiding?

I’m not sure if The Blade necessarily likes playing video games? I think he views it as a safe way to let The Blood God and voices go ham and appease their cries for slaughter. So it’s more The Blade disassociating while The Blood God plays, so I guess that makes video games his hobby instead. The Blood God finds it a little demeaning of his capabilities but at least The Blade is letting him out? His hooves and size would make it somewhat difficult, so probably tends towards turn based strategy games. The Blade does not let anyone around him when gaming for safety. The Blade personally prefers reading*, which is like narrating for an audience. The voices get really into it, and The Blade gets goofy and dramatic with it. It is difficult without his glasses tho given pigs are hyperopic.

Tommy likes video games, watching scary movies his mum forbid, and goofing around with his friends. He also gets into drawing at the Foundation using either his Red or Ros’ crayons. Not uh good at it but still it’s enrichment.

Wilbur has music* and that kinda it. A bit of a risk with instruments, given that’s extra weight to carry and the void could eat it but after a few messy obliterations over scratches the void has gotten the memo kinda. Wilbur likes the act of creating stuff to spit in the face of the void, but anything it makes runs the risk of eventually getting eaten by the void, which would really upset it. But music itself isn’t a physical object and so is safer. It’s a big coping mechanism for him to help calm down and control the void. The Foundation tried to ruin music for him but it didn’t work.

3.Tubbos wide array of hobbies would mesh well with Philza’s, and the gardening already aligns with the forest maintenance I hypothesized.

The Blade can’t meditate. He just can’t. He and Phil have a convo about it in the whumptober prompts thing since he’s frustrated meditating isn’t working and Phil just blinks and is like ‘? Why would my coping mechanisms be tailored to you? Come on mate let’s find something suited for you.’ All the fire related hobbies would also be no bueno bc he is very fluffy and very flammable. Might go for cooking tho, but on the whole he’s lazy and can just eat things raw so why bother.

Video games work out for Tommy, though I don’t think he’d be a fan of strat games. Reading is tricky with Red though, he needs someone else to hold a book. There’s a deleted scene where Tubbo and Tommy help each other read a book between the Red and dyslexia, with The Blade spoiling things and the pair getting salty.

Video games would drive Wilbur crazy since it doesn’t have the cultural background for them at all. Ever seen a grandparent try to play Minecraft? Plus he doesn’t like staying still in one place too long. Maybe a DS would work until the void tries to eat the cartridge. Scary movies don’t do anything to Wilbur because he IS a scary movie. And drawings are the worse for it since 1. Probably accidentally incorporates an evil rune subconsciously and gets cursed 2. Paper is Tastey snacc for void and prone to getting snapped up.

Tubbo canonically is bad at singing. I get the vibe Rosalind played the viola in middle school ? Sheet music can be rough on dyslexia though you can do stuff like use colored highlighters for different notes, though I don’t think Wil uses sheet music. They’d try to figure out simple tunes, very basic stuff. Tubbo wouldn’t be good but they’d have fun and annoy Wilbur.

4.There is the problem of photos getting eaten. I think he could convince the void that the camera itself is a dangerous creature that could vaporize them in a single flash of light if threatened. But if it could get the photos safe it would be a really good thing to help with its memory. Like visible proof xyz happened. Though I imagine what Wilbur and a human think is worth photographing is very different. Wilbur would have a blurry picture of a road captioned with something like ‘tastiest asphalt in Indiana’. Picture of random camping site ‘place where Phil admitted I was his favorite (this was not under duress)’. Picture of a lumpy cloud ‘if I got tall enough could I eat a cloud’

5. If Tubbo did beekeeping would that be like Mickey keeping Pluto as a pet.

Wilbur NEEDS to be in theater. Ideal enrichment for its dramatic soul. Interact with humans in a normal setting would be fantastic to work on the racism problem. It’s also the perfect medium for him since a performance is a one time thing that can’t be destroyed after the fact. Its main hold back would be the bad memory, but I think learning to value non survival memories could actually improve its memory and priorities. Theater is like 3 different character arcs for him. Also put him in a hot dog eating contest. I need Joey Chestnut to taste overwhelming loss.

Also put Tommy in an improv troop he needs it. Or therapy. He needs therapy as a hobby.

Alas having fingers holds The Blade back from a lot of things. But I think it would be funny to plop that man in a furry convention and try to scam people into giving him money to also make them giant crazy realistic suits. Would he do this. Never. It would be mean and require talking to a lot of people. However. It would be hysterical.

Back in Philza’s day, you could just be a leviathan monster in the ocean and eat entire whaling ships. But now you can’t anymore. Becuase woke.