#anyway it's impossible to find good pictures of sunshine's exact hair color

[wildwcmen]

Basic Information

Full Name: Sunshine Love Weaver

Nickname(s): Sunny, Sunny Love

Age: 22-27

Date of Birth: December 25

Hometown: Blue Ridge, Georgia

Species: Human / Oracle in her supernatural verse.

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: American

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Polysexual, polyromantic, very fluid.

Religion: She worships Goddesses of all religions.

Occupation: Psychic, healer. She would refer to herself as a “lightworker”.

Language(s) Spoken: English 

Voice: Sunshine is a mumbler. She talks really low and really fast, so if you can understand her...bless you. Sometimes she whispers more so than actually speaking. When she’s comfortable around someone, her voice becomes a bit louder and brighter. She also has a cute Southern Belle accent.

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Billie Lourd

Hair: Dirty blonde

Eyes: Light brown

Height: 5'0

Build: Ridiculously short with subtle curves and thick thighs.

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: None.

Clothing Style: Just your basic modern day boho hippie chic.

Usual Expression: Spaced out, dazed, confused.

Health

Physical Conditions: Anemia

Sleeping Habits: She has fairly average sleeping habits, and sleeps 7-8 hours a night...however, she loves nap. She usually takes a nap every day after lunch.

Eating Habits: She’s a vegan, of course, but she talks about this a lot less than some people (Carolyn, lol)

Exercise Habits: She gets most of her exercise from walking dogs and hiking.

Emotional Stability: 6/10. 

Sociability: 4/10. She loves the idea of humans, but is easily drained due to her high levels of empathy. She prefers animals.

Body Temperature: Warm-natured

Addictions: N/A

Drug Use: No drugs, no cigarettes, rarely drinks.

Personality

Label: The Empath

Traits: Helpful, Sincere, Empathetic, Anxious, Immature, Naive, Skittish.

Goals/Desires: To help give animals a voice.

Fears: The destruction of the other animals on this planet. She cries at pictures of polar bears. She fears losing her (animal) friends. She fears losing herself. Loss is her biggest fear.

Hobbies: Playing with animals, hiking, walking, knitting, crocheting, horseback riding, tarot reading, reiki healing, reading, crystal collecting.

Favourites

Weather: Light, spring days with no rain.

Colour: Yellow

Music: The Beatles, Belle and Sebastian, acoustic shit

Movies: Documentaries

Sport: Sleeping

Beverage: Kombucha tea

Food: Vegan chocolate cake

Animal: Horses

Family

Mom: Marian Weaver

Ma: Sonya Weaver

Sibling(s): NA

Family’s Financial Status: Her family lives “off the grid”, and as such they don’t really have a financial status. 

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

MBTI: INFP

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Moral Alignment: Neutral good

Primary Vice: Lust

Primary Virtue: Charity

Element: Water

[bonjour-rainycity]

Getting to Know You

Jalice Week 2020 Day 3: Cannon Gapfillers

Pairing: Jasper/Alice

Rating: K+

Summary: In the hours after their first meeting, Jasper and Alice get to know each other

Disclaimer: I’m not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable

Word Count: 1489

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence

Rain sputters against the window, causing the rickety old shutters to groan under its force. Despite the chill, the fireplace on the edge of the room remains unlit, the cold not affecting the two vampires occupying the room.

Alice perches on the edge of the bed, legs crossed delicately, gazing at her counterpart with fondness in her eyes. Jasper stands across the room, looking upon the small woman with hesitation and uncertainty.

They’ve been like this for twenty minutes, and Alice is about to break. Laughter pushes past her lips and she dissolves into giggles.

“You don’t have to stand so far away, you know. I don’t bite.” And although her tone is light, her words carry truth. With her visions to guide her, Alice stayed safely north, far away from the horrific vampire wars of the South. She never had to experience the carnage, the distrust, the terror.

Jasper did.

In fact, for the first many decades of his new life, it was all he knew.

So while she wishes he would collapse in her arms and allow himself to be held by her, she gives him his space. After all, only one of them has been in love with the other for the past twenty-eight years.

The blond vampire tucks his hands into his pockets, lifting his eyes to look into hers. There’s a measure of honesty there that catches her off guard. “I can tell.”

Alice scrunches her face in confusion. He has no reason to trust her words…so why would he accept them so easily, if not because he loves her too?

Her hope flares.

Jasper smiles hesitantly then, and it’s the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen. “I have a gift of my own. I can feel people’s emotions.”

Alice wonders if she should feel embarrassed. For anyone else, the subject of your affections discovering your unrequited love would be completely humiliating. But for her, it brings a sort of comfort and excitement. He knows she loves him, and he’s not running away.

A small smile spreads across Alice’s face. “Well, then, I guess you already know quite a bit about me.”

“Not as much as you know about me,” he counters, deciding momentarily to take a step in her direction, then choosing against making the movement. When he feels Alice’s disappointment, he can’t help but grin. “Sorry.”

But Alice just shrugs, retaining her usual positive nature. “You won’t stay over there much longer. I can wait.”

Again, a warm feeling spreads through him at her certainty. He takes a small step forward, very much enjoying her spike of happiness.

It’s been so long since he’s made someone happy.

Still beaming, Alice brings the conversation back to their previous topic. “So does it bother you that I know so much about you and you’ve only just met me?”

Jasper sees no point in lying. “Some. But if everything goes as you say it will—” at this, he can’t help but throw her a teasing look, “I’m guessing I’ll get to know you in time.”

Alice scoots further back onto the bed, her back hitting the wall. She pats the spot in front of her. “We have a lot of time right now.”

Jasper hesitates, mentally running through all the reasons he should not join Alice on the bed. But Alice rolls her eyes, foreseeing each of his arguments and refuting them in kind.

“The bed is not too small, you know I’m not going to hurt you, and there’s no one around to care about propriety.”

The last argument though, gives her pause. Her eyes soften, and she extends a hand out invitingly, the picture of vulnerability and openness. Her emotions betray no fear, like he would expect. Because really, she should be terrified of him.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Jasper. That’s not who you are.”

Like before, he feels her complete certainty. She believes this as fact. But how can she, he wonders, when the evidence of my violence is displayed so clearly all over my body?

But she remains steadfast in her belief of his goodness, and he vows right then and there to strive to meet those expectations. For all eternity.

With blank eyes, she sees his choice, then breaks free from her vision, radiating pure joy. Jasper gives in to her emotions, her presence, and his own desires, and walks slowly to sit with her on the bed.

Smiling smugly, Alice tilts her head to the side. “What do you want to know?”

Although he already has a guess, Jasper starts with the obvious—how she knew to find him—and she confirms his hunch, though adds a detail he wasn’t expecting.

“You were the first thing I saw,” she states simply. “When I woke up alone, I had no idea where I was, who I was, or what had happened to me. But I saw your face, and your smile, and felt security like I’d never felt before, and I knew one day, it would all be okay. And it was you, the exact scene of you that I saw earlier in the diner. Ruffled blue shirt, hair the color of honey, and different like me.” She pauses, looking down at her hands for a moment, indecision waging within her. Finally, the words escape her lips, so quiet that Jasper has to concentrate to hear. “It was you that helped me not be so afraid of myself, in the beginning. I thought, if such a good man is like me, then what’s there to be afraid of?”

Her confession floors Jasper, who swallows thickly. Her conclusion was wildly incorrect—how could a monster like him and a kind ray of sunshine like her ever be comparable—but the fact that she found comfort in him of all things…it stirs something in his heart he thought burned away long ago. The emotion is a little debilitating, and he quickly tries to steer the conversation to a safer topic.

“How did you escape The Volturi’s notice if you had no one to guide you? Newborns aren’t exactly known for their self-control…” At the reminder of his not-so-distant past, he holds back a flinch.

But Alice remains unbothered, continuing easily. “My visions. The thirst was definitely strong, overwhelming, even. But any time I decided to act on killing someone, a vision would warn me that it would lead to my death. I eventually figured out that I could avoid those results if I was discrete, so I learned to hunt farther from town and bury my food when I was done with it. Once I knew the rules, the thirst became a lot easier to navigate.”

She sees his next question, and smiles. “Yes, it’s the same reason I knew to stick to the northern part of the continent. I didn’t exactly know what was going on, but I knew my presence in the South would result in my death.”

The image of Alice, delicate, sweet Alice, caught up in the wars for territory causes him to clench his jaw against a snarl.

Then, the image of dismembering and burning Alice, as he would have done without question, causes him to hang his head in shame.

Alice places a gentle hand on his shoulder, and it takes everything in him not to flinch away. He doesn’t want to hurt her like that.

“What is it?”

Through his self-loathing, he forces himself to speak. After all, she has a right to know who she’s comforting. “I was imagining you fighting in the wars…and I know I would have killed you.” Again, he clenches his jaw, feeling crushed under his shame and despair.

Alice surprises him by shaking her head.  “If I had met you then, yes, you probably would’ve killed me. But if I didn’t have my visions,” she continues, louder now to speak over his anguished groan, “I would have been killed anyway. Or ran into you down the road and tried to kill you. Or never even met you at all. Or a thousand other outcomes.” When he refuses to look at her, she takes his chin, lifting it up so he has to confront her eyes. “Jasper, we are only together because of crazy, impossible, specific circumstances. In any other reality, we wouldn’t have found each other, but in this one, we have! Can’t we just celebrate our miracle?”

And when he looks at her, really looks at her, and allows her hope and happiness and certainty to wash over him, he can allow himself to relax. For once, he turns off the part of his brain that constantly cycles through the what-ifs and allows himself to be fully in the moment with this woman who, four hours ago, was a complete stranger.

So with a smile, he takes Alice’s hand in his. “I can do that.”

And they continue getting to know each other.

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[blueoswin]

Let’s make him jealous!

Summary : Eliott went back to Lucille. However Lucas can't forget him. For now he just has to try to get over him, even if the boys want to push them back together. They all come up with an awesome plan ( their words) in order to do so. Well Emma does : making Eliott jealous. How ? By hiting on  Lucas obnoxiously. Too much for his taste. And for Eliott's as well.

Or : Eliott is sad raccoon pining from afar. Lucas is grumpy, Emma is a snake and the boys are elu stans #1.

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    Chapter 5

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Lucas's mind has been running in circles lately, the thin thread of his thoughts only getting more tangled the longer he overthinks, creating intricate knots.  Being alone, finding a bit of peace and quiet is the best option to sort all of this out.  Since Emma came up with this plan, he hasn't got much time for himself, not enough at least. He loves his friends with his whole heart, would go to the end of the world for them, hell, even the end of the whole universe but lately he hasn't even had one second to simply be, making it hard  to think about  what he would say to Eliott if they were to bump into each other. Or how to forget him if they never cross paths again.

That's why when his friends called it a day and decided it's time they got out of the common room, Lucas hasn't followed them. He's watched people leaving one by one as the sun set. Once he's the only person remaining, he sends a text to Daphne telling her he'll be the one closing the common room tonight when he'll be ready to leave. The both of them have quickly developped a coded language over the past few months.

There were days when Daphne was feeling down, not wanting to talk, sometimes simply wanting to cry and have someone to comfort her. On days like these they both would meet in the common room and lay down on the uncomfortable matress, eating sweets in silence until one of them fall asleep, simply appreciating the other's company. The days where Lucas wants to be left alone,like tonight, he tells her he'll close the common room.  Strange how the common room has become his safe place by now. The room holds so many memories, notably with his friends whom he considers his family at this point. This place is more a home in his eyes than the house he's always lived in. The one he's supposed to live in actually.

Not wanting to be bothered by curious residents, he closes the door. He then procedes to turn a dim light on in the farthest corner of the room so as not to betray his presence. Lucas isn't a big fan of darkness, but he dislikes even more being interrupted in quiet moments like this one. He untangles his earbuds, putting his playlist on random. He only stops pacing once he's in front of the big windows, looking outside. The sun is setting slowly, casting a golden hue around him, specks of purple, pink and blue thrown in the mix of colors. Everything is so peaceful, contrasting greatly with the storm raging inside him. He closes his eyes, getting lost in the music.

Love is hard I know

When your lights are red

But I'm green to go

Lucas restrains himself from laughing sadly. The irony. The song fits his mood so well it's uncanny. Alone in the darkness, he closes his eyes once again, letting himself do something he hasn't allowed himself to do in weeks for fear of breaking down in tears. He thinks about Eliott. The first picture to come to his mind when he thinks about the boy is one of him laughing, head thrown back in abandon, sunshine smile stretching his pretty lips so beautifully Lucas longs to kiss him senseless, his eyes reduced to half-moon slits, the corners crinkling with mirth, an undecipherable spark in his eyes. He remembers their first kiss under the rain, how soaked they had been at the end but none of them cared enough to move, too happy to finally be together. He remembers that fateful day when Eliott had walked away from him, not even kissing him goodbye. Lucas had known back then he said something that made Eliott pull away, made him run back to Lucille. He would like at the very least yo have the beginning of an explanation, to know what he did wrong so he could try to fix this mess.

I want you to color me blue

Anything it takes to make you stay

Only seeing myself when I'm looking up at you

He misses Eliott, more than anything. But his heart is still cut open,the wound too raw. He couldn't forget that easily how the other boy played him. Because even if he knows deep down he did something for their relationship to go downhill so soon, he also knows that Eliott chose willingly to go back to Lucille. He could have said something to Lucas along the lines of “ hey I changed my mind, I can't be with you”, well in retrospective he kind of did, right before that damn party, but it was no excuse to go running back to his ex. He broke the dating 101 first rule.  Against all odds however, the longing takes over his anger in his solitude.

I can't say no

Though the lights are on

There's nobody home

Lucas shifts his legs a bit, adjusting his position, he doesn't know why but he half opens his eyes on instinct, catching a glimpse of a tall silhouette in the window. A silhouette he knows too well. A silhouette he's only hoped to see again, maybe not so soon, maybe after giving himself a pep talk. His heart races unvoluntarily.

Swore I'd never lose control

Then I fell in love with a heart that beats so slow

Eliott.

In all his beautiful glory, although he looks more tired than Lucas remembered, more fidgety too. Lucas tenses up, waiting. He closes his eyes, not willing to give any clue to Eliott that he's seen him. He isn't ready, far from it actually. He has to compose himself, quickly.

I want you

Discreetly, he lowers the volume of the music to better hear what's Eliott doing in his back. He wants to see what his next move will be, what could come out of this impromptu meeting.

I'll color me blue

Anything it takes to make you stay

He senses Eliott slowing coming over, closer and closer. They were only centimeters apart now but Lucas swears he would have felt the exact same thing if his back was glued to the other boy's chest. All of his senses are on high alert, anticipation making the hair on his arm rise up.The knot in his stomach grows impossibly bigger, weighing him down. Imperceptibly, he inhales, clenches then unclenches his hand to keep his anxiety at bay, putting up a calm facade.  “I like raccoon, they wear masks” Well, time for him to borrow Eliott's spirit animal. The hedgehog won't do the trick this time.

Only seeing myself

When I'm looking up at you

Slowly, he opens his eyes, blinking rapidly to let his eyes adjust to the luminosity.

I know you're seeing black and white

He doesn't turn over though, he's paralyzed, literally glued to the ground.

So I'll paint you a clear blue sky

Not being able to move, he looks at their reflections in the window. A shiver runs down his spine, they look good together.

Without you I'm color blind

The first thing he sees is a brown jacket he knows too well, one he has even worn sometimes. One so big it practically engulfs him.  Snippets of conversation rush back to him

“Eliott I'm not wearing your jacket to school it's so big I feel like a toddler trying on his parent's clothes” “ I swear you look cute in it. Pretty please, wear it for me?” “ Fiiiiine, You know I can't resist you when you do the puppy eyes, it's truly unfair.”

It's raining every time I open my eyes

His eyes go up, up and up again, tracing the outlines of the person behind him only stopping when he comes in contact with his eyes.

I want you to color me blue

They stare at each other in silence for a few more minutes, Lucas turns his music off, putting his earbuds in his pocket deliberatly slow, hands shaking slightly. His legs feel like jelly. He scowls, wanting to hide how nervous he truly is. The silence goes on, none of them wanting to be the first to speak up, not knowing where to start either. Lucas is the first one to look away, his limbs coming back to life, he pulls himself together, taking a deep breath as he turns around to confront Eliott.

Note: Okay so I wanted to say sorry for the late upload and thank you to all of you who read this fic you don’t know how much it means to me. Also I’d gladly take constructive criticism/ feedback because I wrote and rewrote this chapter but I still feel meh about it. Anyway I don’t know if you’ll read this note lol but if you’re still here, thanks again. I love you <3