#flo fluentes

[atotalpitch]

hey guys i'm going to a tropical zoo tomorrow would anyone be interested if i did a photo collab of reptiles for each pitch perfect character that reminds me of them

[convixen]

Smiling Friends OC Flo and her service worm creature Wimbleton :) she works part-time and is in charge of the storage

[jinnie-ret]

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in real life

Name: Louisa Flora Fenby

Nicknames: lou, flo, lisa, bee

Birthday: 28/06/2003

Birthplace: Rochdale, England

Nationality: english-filipino

Languages: English (fluent), Tagalog (some), Korean (learning)

Family: mum, dad, younger brother, pet cat

Height: 5'5

Personality traits: bubbly, trusting, thoughtful, imaginative, sensitive, defensive, naive

Hobbies: singing, producing, crochet, upcycling clothes

Faceclaim: beabadoobee

Likes: stray kids, kpop, sunny weather, giving gifts to people, cooking, dark chocolate (her fav), gherkins in her burger, green (fav colour), late night walks, long baths, cats

Dislikes: confrontation, brussel sprouts, sparkling water, moths, snakes, socks on in bed, big crowds

idol life

Stage name: sunny

Nicknames: sun, sunshine, flower, aegi sun

After hearing Louisa's full name and learning her middle name was 'Flora', the members soon understood that it was linked to flowers. Due to her bright personality she was compared to a sunflower, thus creating the nickname Sunny.

Fans gave the nickname 'aegi sun' to Louisa after partnering her with Felix as the sunshine duo. Being the younger one she is naturally babied.

Positions: lead singer, sub dancer, producer

Lou is not as confident in her dancing skills but is working on them as much as she can, she still enjoys doing it though. Her voice shines through as a softer time that can break through and stand out in Stray Kids' often fiercer songs. This doesn't mean that all the songs she produces are all sweeter, her own music that she creates follows this pattern but she loves to engage in helping 3RACHA experiment in louder bombastic sounds.

Aesthetic: bubblegrunge

Debut Date: March 25th 2017

Company: JYP

Training Period: 2 years

Habits: making random noises, hair flips, randomly singing, stumbling on her words, biting her thumb, full body laughs, tapping her hands to music, zoning out

Known for/as:

Pinky gap

Sunny has a gap between her pinkies that is visible when she presses her hands together. This is because both of them curve outwards. Fans were the first ones to notice and ever since it's been seen as another endearing quality of the girl.

Minsung's daughter

When you see Sunny you'll not see Lee Know or Jisung too far behind. Often in lives she's been spotted leaning against one of them or even falling asleep on them sometimes. They care a lot for the girl and their almost parental roles towards her only solidified the ship of Minsung more.

Sunshine duo

One of her most noticeable features is the freckles that are very visible on her face. Naturally she is partnered with Felix for sharing the same quality, as well as their bright personas.

Bright smile

Sunny's smile is one of her most charming points that both fans and members love. There are moments where people have commented on it because of how it entrances them, such as on Kingdom, Music Bank, and in music videos too.

Producer mode

During solo lives or behind the album videos, when Sunny goes into producer mode, you'll know. She doesn't become strict or lost in her own mind, but instead she is exciteable and tries out lots of different sounds, melodies or lyrics to fit the concept she is creating. These ideas that she comes up with bounce off of members and can be the foundations of some of Stray Kids' most successful songs. On lives fans watch in awe at how her brain is able to come up with such cool sounds and merge them together.

Trying tiktok dances

As said before, Sunny isn't the most confident in her dancing, but that doesn't stop her from trying different tiktok dances and impulsively posting them - she knows stays will love them either way. She likes trying new kpop dances or ones that are viral too. The video she did dancing to Blackpink's Shutdown is her most recent video she posted on the group account, and it caught a lot of attention.

Soft voice

Sunny has a voice that people love and can't stop listening too. She is quite soft spoken, but that doesn't stop people from absorbing every word. Being in a group as loud as Stray Kids, she still manages to make herself heard, especially when it's random statements or jokes that she's sharing.

Random statements

"Bang Chan tried to crowdsurf and then he fell but he got stuck because his ass is too fat."

"Sunny?! What?!"

"I should shut up now."

'British Queen'

Sunny comes from a town in Manchester, her Northern accent only making her more charming to her fans. And of course with one of her 'dads' being Han, the British comments from stays were at an all time high in moments he adopted the same accent.

'he's learning from his daughter'

'Sunny's accent is rubbing off on Han ahahaha'

'since when was aegi sun teaching her parents how to speak british??'

'Comedy Queen'

Even her energetic moods were enough to get the members into a fit of giggles, let alone the strange noises she'd make or her random one liners.

"Bleurrgh"

"Sunny we don't know how to translate that one."

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"Sweet home Alabama..."

"Sunny sssshhhhh"

The members definitely loved their sun a lot, and she always managed to surprise them whether it was with her talent, her humour or with little gifts she'd make them too.

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[argumentativeaxolotl]

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Lightning McQueen:

- my man cannot cook for the life of him. Dawg was let in the kitchen once(one time) and somehow managed to burn the water. He can only make(and is only allowed to make) cereal

- he 110% had an emo phase in highschool/middle school and it was as every bit of painful-“it’s-not-a-phase-mom”-cringe you could think of 💀💀💀

- he really really really fucking likes Cheesecake Factory for some reason. Specifically their bread(it’s bussin) and the club sandwhiches(probably reminds him of Flo)

- he is a food black-hole. Like as soon as that shit is in front of him that shit is gone. And he can and will eat up to like three times his body weight 😭

- he got a shitty tattoo of his lucky sticker when he was first starting out as a racer and would not let anybody fix it up since it meant a lot to him and still does. He eventually offered for Ramone to fix it up, showing how much he trusts the man.

- he’s actually a very very good reader and loved books until Harv(bitch) knocked the habit out of him

Chick Hicks:

- he also cannot cook for shit, but he can make a few more things than Lightning and what he CAN cook actually tastes really fucking good. Like he makes basic ass things but he gives them ✨pizzazz✨ and that shit tastes better.

- he fucking hates traveling and often wishes that his racing job didn’t have him moving all over the country during the season. He’d much rather prefer to stay at home in California.

- he gets very twitchy and nervous whenever he’s traveling and constantly double-triple-and even quadruple checks everything he has to make sure he doesn’t forget something important. He just gets super nerved up and pissier than usual.

- he’s got a phenomenal sense of hearing. Like it’s very weirdly good. Like he’ll hear a fly buzzing around in a loud-ass room. His hearing is so fucking good, it’s considered nearly super-human.

- he puts rocks in snowballs.

- he legit starts fucking tweaking whenever anybody mentions the Camel Incident.

- he adores animals. Like he’s a huge animal lover and he gets it from his mother. His favorite places to visit as a child were any aquarium or zoo, only second to a race track.

Strip Weathers:

- he has a very very long criminal record from his reckless teen years.

- he probably would’ve been a horse girl.

- he knows what My Little Pony is.

- my man watches a lot of adult swim TV shows and he particularly likes the older Simpsons stuff and South Park.

- he had a twin brother. They’re fraternal twins and said brother is Cal’s dad.

- he has so many fucking random skills that nobody would necessarily need, but could… come in handy…?(some of them). He just has a list of weird fucking shit he can do well. He can play the harp, piano, and banjo. He can throw metal sticks and axes with weirdly good aim. He can also sing with his mouth closed, spin a pen extremely well with a variety of tricks, whistle with his fingers, moonwalk very very well, and speak fluent mandarin.

- when he was younger he studied all of the speed laws in his state- and neighboring states- so he could use loopholes to get out of speeding tickets.

- he’s the mom of every friend group he’s in. He’s prepared for everything.

[jonquilyst]

Day 18 - Socialization Day

This morning Drew woke up in a bad mood, but fortunately she didn't have to bear it alone. Liana was conveniently in the Star-Shine's trailer as the toilet in the Big-Name's trailer was under repair, and when she saw Drew looking sad, she came right to the rescue! They decided to spend their breakfast together.

Meanwhile, Flo was all over Coffee when Coffee revealed she's fluent in 7 languages, having most recently became fluent in Tomarani. Flo spent the entirety of breakfast begging Coffee to teach her some Tomarani words!

After breakfast was over though, Flo went right back to very-obviously spying on Enzo and Paulina again. This time the couple seemed to take notice of it, but neither of them confronted her.

Enzo and Paulina decided to leave to get those unwanted eyes off of them. Soon, the only thing they're thinking about is each other, and... our camera crew captured their first kiss beautifully! Just look at how tender Enzo looks! 🥹

Coffee doesn't need a lot of attention to stay happy. Having Flo all over her was more than enough to satisfy her social need for the day, so she spent the rest of it roasting marshmallows by the fire. Even though Coffee wasn't meant to be a contestant on this show, she's definitely making the most of it!

Back at the mess hall, Takashi tried to tell Paulina fake bad news, thinking she'd find it funny, but sadly he was mistaken. Paulina lashed out and called him out on his BS... Ouch.

Other than the little bump in the road between Takashi and Paulina, everyone still in the game is rather close with each other. There really hasn't been that much discourse! It's a little ironic, since this season's cast is definitely more eccentric than last season's, but perhaps that's also why everyone gets along so well? I honestly don't know!

But of course, this is Total Drama Sims, and as we continue picking off contestants one by one, there's no doubt things will stay interesting around here.

Today's Confessional: Paulina Callaway

"What was Flo doing earlier today? She looked like she was spying on me and Enzo... It was very weird and I felt a little creeped out, so we left, but... I hope she isn't doing anything suspicious. I'm gonna keep a close eye on her."

@bloomingkyras @witheringscreations @akitasimblr @cowplant-ate-my-sim @seyvia

@riverofjazzsims @stargazer-sims

[yveni]

Fluff

No, seriously, this fic will literally make the teeth fall right out of your gums, completely rotted. So much fluff.

3.4k words

First of all, thank you so, so much to @books-and-pumpkins for double-checking and correcting my French. I’m super duper grateful for your contribution to this.

Basically I seen a hc where Lockwood is fluent in French and spiraled from there. So here is an aged-up, married Locklyle. 

Very long post ahead.

!BOOK SPOILERS!

french translation at the bottom if you’re curious

“Anthony, dear, could you bring me my sketch pad before you come down?” I shout absentmindedly to my husband. I hear his footsteps halt on the stairs before turning back. 

I seldom use “Anthony” so casually, or even “dear”, but events that occurred while getting dressed made me want to milk my condition. The condition (which at the moment is relentlessly tapping on my inner rib) that in no way makes me incapable of going upstairs to grab my sketch pad for myself. 

I position my chair in a convenient ray of light streaming in through our window, sitting with my body turned sideways to illuminate the swell of my sundress. I had discovered this morning - quite irritatingly, at first - that my usual skirts no longer sat comfortably at my waistline. Dresses and leggings were going to have to be my wardrobe for the next five months. Upon putting on one of the only two dresses I own, a plain blue one that cinched just above my rib cage, I was taken aback by how obvious my stomach had become. I no longer looked as though I had eaten twice the amount of biscuits I should’ve (although the cravings did often cause that), I look as though I am carrying a baby. Cause I am. 

The kitchen door opens, and I look up to greet my husband, but instead I see George. 

“You don’t have to look so disappointed, Luce.” He says. 

George had moved out almost a year ago to live with Flo, but he still has a key. Honestly, I see him just as often as when he did live at Portland Row, since he comes around whenever he feels like. 

“Good morning, George!” I smile warmly, because although I was a bit disappointed he wasn’t Lockwood, the hormones caused me to be quite overly fond of him. He looks at me oddly. 

“Morning, Lucy. You look very pregnant today. Where’s my mug?” He begins opening cupboards and pulling out tea supplies.

I smile again, glad to know that the strategic arrangement of myself, my dress, and the utilization of the early afternoon light was working. “Should be in the same place it always is, Georgie. While you’re at it, could you make me a tea as well?”

I hadn’t made my own yet, I was planning on having Lockwood do it. George will do just fine, although his cup of tea wouldn’t come with the forehead kiss that always accompanies Lockwood’s cups of tea. 

George stops and turns in his tracks, his gaze moves from the window, to me, and then to my belly. He scoffs. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He reaches for another cup.

“Then why did you pull that face just now?”

“I’m always pulling a face.”

“Yeah, but not usually at me.” I grumble. 

He drops the tea bags in the steaming cups as he shrugs, “I see exactly what you’re doing, Luce. You could probably get away with it on Lockwood, but you forget that I have brothers, who all have wives, who have all been pregnant. You are perfectly capable of making your own cup of tea.”

“Seems to have worked a little bit.” I grin as he places my mug before me.

“Yeah, yeah.” 

He sits down in his usual spot at the table, then pulls some papers out of his bag and begins rifling through them. 

“Another gate found?” I ask.

The past few years, the Problem had significantly reduced, although the occasional gate would surface and stir up trouble; some were remainders of the Orpheus Society’s work, but usually they were attempts at recreating what the Society had done. DEPRAC was hard at work trying to figure out who was leaking the information about source gates; Lockwood and Co. provided whatever help we could. 

We hadn’t taken an actual psychic case in over a year. Holly’s talents had faded a few months after the destruction of Fittes house - Kipps had offered to share the goggles, but she refused for fashion’s sake, and stuck to secretary work for the company. It wasn’t for another three years that Lockwood’s talents followed, and then George. At that point, we hadn’t really had use of our talent anyway, as opportunities for cases were not as frequent as they used to be. I wasn’t sure when my own talents faded, but I assumed they did by now; I hadn’t been in a situation where I had to use them. We work alongside DEPRAC now, giving them whatever insight we could about what Marissa Fittes had said of her involvement in the Problem. Lockwood was very influential in the cleaning up of the gates, and the removal of the nets blocking the spirits from moving on. 

George proved himself in the research field, as we all expected, and was often giving lectures about the Problem, properties of sources, and how to prevent outbreaks from spreading. Lockwood and I found ourselves traveling outside of London, going to small villages, helping smaller agencies not only train their agents, but also provide insight into their most prominent hauntings. A few times, our guidance helped them find source clusters that were almost as powerful as a gate. 

Much to everyone’s relief, the terrible headlines of ghost-touch and hauntings were becoming fewer and fewer. The Problem was on its way out, and whatever attempts to bring it back in were becoming easier for DEPRAC to squash. Agencies still trained, iron wards still hung, and lavender gardens still flourished, but the world was beginning to feel safe. 

Safe enough to stop living everyday like it could be our last, safe enough for George to move out, safe enough to get married… safe enough to have a child. I smile and instinctively place my hand on top of my belly.

“Yeah, some nitwits in the country. It was caught after a week, but it was enough to stir up a poltergeist and a few changers it sounds like.” George says, looking at files over the top of his glasses, “They might benefit from you and Lockwood paying them a visit. They’ve only got six agents.” He flits his gaze back to me, and smirks, “Although, Kipps can go instead, since you’re not even feeling up to making your tea.”

I sit up defensively, “I can work and make a baby at the same time!”

“I thought you already went through the trouble of making a baby, surely you’re more professional than to do that while you’re working.” 

“George, you must know, the professionalism part is ensuring you don’t get caught making a baby while you’re working.” Lockwood says from the doorway. “I see you’re helping yourself to my tea.”

He leans against the doorframe, my sketch pad in hand, regarding George and I. As always, he looks immaculate; a crisp, white shirt tucked into a dark pair of slacks, showing off his slender frame. Regretfully, my careful stance against the sunlight had been ruined during my conversation with George. Lockwood’s view of me does not include my sundress or my stomach, which was now hidden by the Thinking Cloth. Instead, I am hunching over my tea, glaring at George, cheeks slightly flushed at the implications of making a baby at work. I impulsively grab a biscuit and throw it in George’s direction, almost making it into his tea cup. 

George picks it up and takes a bite, speaking as he chews, “Helping myself to your biscuits as well, courtesy of your wife.”

Lockwood grins at that. We’ve been married seven months, and we both still thrill at hearing others refer to us accordingly. Granted, George had been doing it since the first time he caught us snogging in the library, but it still sends a shock through my body when I hear it.

“You’re not feeling well, Luce?” My husband deposits the sketch pad in front of me and studies my face. 

My eyebrows furrow, “I feel fine.” 

“I overheard George say you’re not up to making tea.” Lockwood strides across the kitchen, heading straight to the kettle and tea supplies George had left out. I immediately take the opportunity of his back being turned to reposition myself, sunbeam, dress, stomach, and all.

I ignore George’s snort into his mug. “George doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“I’m right here.”

Lockwood looks in our direction, probably with some clever comment to reply with, but catches sight of exactly what I’ve been wanting him to catch sight of. His eyes begin to glow as they fall on my figure, a smile lighting up the room more than my sunbeam. “More tea, Lucy?”

I quickly down what’s left of my cup, “If you insist.”

He walks over, but instead of making for my mug, he grabs my hand and pulls me out of my chair, stooping a little to place both his hands over my stomach. His grin gets even wider, “When did this happen?”

“Overnight, I think.” We both beam down at the bump. He lifts his gaze to mine, our faces level, and goodness, those brown eyes in the sunlight could make me melt.

He places a finger under my chin, guiding me into a kiss. 

“I’m taking my research to my desk.” George states loudly, I’m only slightly aware of the sound of him grabbing his papers and disappearing into the basement.

I wrap my arms around Lockwood’s neck, going on tiptoe so he can stand up straight. He drags his hands down my back in return, letting them settle at my hips. Probably disturbed by my quickening heartbeat, the tapping on my ribs starts up again.

I slightly pull away from Lockwood, he gives a little whine of complaint, trying to close the gap between us again. 

“No, feel.” I grab one of his hands and place it back on my stomach, approximately where I feel the tapping.

“Lucy, every time we try, I can’t feel it.” Lockwood dismays. “It just makes me think it doesn’t like me.”

I shake my head, “Of course the baby likes you. Just try again, the taps feel a lot stronger today.”

I grab his other hand and place it on top of my belly, trying to position his fingers in the main spot of the movement. He allows it, but his face says that he still doesn’t feel anything. 

He presses his lips together, waiting. After a moment, he sighs, almost moving his hands away. 

“No,” I force them back in place, “They’re moving. Just talk to it.”

He obliges, “I want to feel the baby, mon amour, but -” he stops. I gasp at the same time, a kick right underneath my ribs had caused us both to hold our breath.

“Do it again.” Lockwood utters.

The baby does nothing, leaving us both standing still in anticipation. Abruptly, Lockwood’s stance changes, his expression one I recognize from so many years of casework and ghost hunting. He has an idea. 

“…bébé?” He whispers cautiously. A kick, not a tap, responds. I gasp again, Lockwood lets out a breathy laugh, “Oh, tu aimes le français?”

The baby continues to move, causing Lockwood to stoop down again, practically on his knees to be level with my stomach. “Vraiment!” 

“Keep talking!” I sniff, surprised by the heaviness in my voice. His eyes are glistening as he pulls a chair away from the table, sitting down to comfortably return his hands to the spot of the kicking. 

“Je pourrais parler français, quand tu veux.” He continues, “Je pense que ta mère est très belle, j’espère tu lui ressembleras.” He looks up at me, still beaming, then back towards the baby. “Ceci dit… mon sourire t’ouvrirait beaucoup de portes.”

That part he whispers, as though he doesn’t really want me to hear. He’s begun talking too fast for me to keep up; to be honest, I lost him after “Do you like French?”, but his tone sounds suspicious. It doesn’t help that the baby is now going crazy, I not only feel it kicking, but it’s practically doing somersaults. 

“What are you saying?”

He doesn’t acknowledge me, “On va causer des ennuis partout, même si maman nous crie dessus, si tu hérites de mon sourire. Et sinon, je t’apprendrais d’autres combines…” 

“Anthony, what are you saying?” I nudge his shoulder.

“I forgot my tea!” I hear George announce loudly before he enters the room again.

I look up as he enters, not turning my whole body so Lockwood could still face my stomach. George halts at the top of the basement entrance, taking in the situation.

“Can you feel it?” He asks, more directed at Lockwood than me.

Lockwood nods enthusiastically, “Oui! Et il aime le français!”

“George, tell me what he’s saying.”

George moves closer, “Il?“

Lockwood shrugs, “Just a guess.” then leans down again to speak directly to the bump, “Peu importe.”

“Can I try, Luce?” George asks, now next to Lockwood and I.

I grab his hand and place it next to Lockwood’s, who adjusts accordingly so George can feel. “Just tell me what he’s saying.”

Immediately, George’s eyes widen. “T’aimes le français.“

“Lui, c’est ton oncle, il est un peu étrange.“ 

“Mais tu m’aimeras d’toute façon.” George says. He doesn’t sound as elegant as Lockwood, but it still annoys me that I’m the only one not understanding what’s being said. “Je t’apprendrai tous les gros mots, dans tout plein de langues.”

“Lockwood, I want to know what you’re saying.” I complain.

Finally, he looks up at me, “Oh, we’re back to Lockwood now? What happened to ‘Anthony, dear?’ from earlier?”

“Anthony wasn’t excluding me from a conversation with our child, Lockwood is.” I attempt to give him my best pout, but he frowns down at my belly, where the movement has stopped.

“Il aime pas quand ses parents se disputent.” George says, making the kicking start up again. “Besides, Luce, you had years where you were the only one that understood the skull, let us have this for a bit.”

Lockwood grins at that. Frustrated, I step back, causing both their hands to fall, and multiple groans of complaint. It even feels like the baby twists in disappointment. “This is nothing like the skull.” I say, “Besides, I filled you both in on what it was saying if you asked.”

“Not all of it,” George says, “It was pretty obvious you’d leave bits out.”

“The only bits I’d leave out were either hurtful to you guys, or unnecessary.” 

“On the contrary, if you’d mentioned all the times the skull would tease you about me, we might have gotten together sooner.” Lockwood states. 

George pulls an annoying face to show his agreement. “It would’ve saved me a lot of frustration.”

“So this is payback?” I splutter. 

“Ooh, this is the first time a so obviously pregnant women has been angry with me.” George says, “Odd, considering you’ve been so nice to me lately.”

I glare at both boys in front of me, mouth open ready to scold them, but suddenly all the baby’s movement hits me, “You two are lucky I have to pee.” 

“Always the lady.” I hear George say as I walk out.

George and Lockwood left Portland Row not too long after that, off to investigate the matter of the gate they had found in the country. When he returned, Lockwood informed me of what Barnes told him on the matter, and that we were welcome to visit the six agents and their supervisor, but Kipps had already made plans to do so. Beyond that, I didn’t speak to him.

I knew I was being a little unreasonable, and I wasn’t super angry anymore, I just wanted to avoid him getting on my nerves again so I wouldn’t shout.

I’m lying in the library, having just returned from a trip to the shops to buy a few more dresses, when Lockwood finds me.

He kneels beside the couch I’m at, brushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. “Je suis désolé.” He says, with a pleading smile, “It means I’m sorry.”

I sit up, allowing him to take the spot my head had just been, “I know what that means.”

He puts his arm around me and presses a kiss to my temple, “I wasn’t sure.” He murmurs into my hair.

I turn to look at him directly, “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have gotten angry, I ruined a really good moment.”

“I should have told you what I was saying.” His forehead leans against mine, instinctively I close my eyes and gently press my lips against his. 

He sits back against the arm of the sofa, pulling me so I’m laying against his chest. It honestly isn’t very comfortable with my stomach, but I don’t move yet. “What did you say?”

I hear the lazy smile in his voice, “Just talking about how I hope the baby looks like you, and then when George showed up, I told him how weird he is.”

“Him?” I ask. We haven’t found out if the baby is a boy or a girl.

“Just a guess.” He says. “Quite worryingly, George promised to teach him all the bad words in every language.”

“Hmmm, that’s a problem we’ll have to deal with when it comes around.” I mutter. 

We’re quiet for a while, only moving when I shift myself so I could be a little more comfortable. I almost fall asleep to the sounds of our breathing, but the baby starts its tapping again. 

“Lockwood.” I move my hand, which is already interlaced with his, onto my belly. 

“Is it moving?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” I say, a little disappointed that he couldn’t feel the tapping anymore.

“Lucy?”

“Hm?”

“Je t’aime.” 

Kick.

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Bonus: 

I’m sitting at my desk in the basement, staring at the bulge underneath my t-shirt. Technically, Lockwood’s t-shirt, but I’d been stealing it for years, it’s perfect for the days I don’t have to be anywhere. 

I hadn’t felt the baby move all day and I was bored of my paperwork. I wanted some company.

The past week and a half, Lockwood was having fun with the baby’s fondness of French. Every night, I fell asleep to him muttering to my stomach. He was speaking to it so much, I was beginning to catch him slipping into his second language absentmindedly, mumbling as he went about his day, or referring to objects in French by accident. It was pretty cute, to be honest.

Still, French was the only thing that caused the baby to riot. It would gently tap and move around casually, just for me, but only get excited enough for others to feel the movement when that language was spoken.

“Hi, baby,” I whisper towards it. “How’s your day been?”

Nothing moves. I sigh, rubbing the spot that I feel the most pressure at, trying to disrupt the baby’s sleeping. “It’s just me right now, no need to stay quiet. I’d prefer you do that when I’m actually trying to sleep. Although your father hasn’t really been letting me fall asleep without feeling you move.”

A flutter starts at the mention of Lockwood, causing me to smile, unsure how he ever thought the baby didn’t like him. “Yeah, yeah, Lockwood’s great. Him and his français.”

I say the word mockingly, but it still is met with a series of kicks. I sigh, “I’m afraid I don’t know too much French, baby.”

The baby gives a little turn, as if it is readjusting itself to hear better. A motherly bolt of sympathy goes through me, and I give in. “Erm… bonjour.”

A delighted flurry of tumbles starts up, making me giggle a little bit. “Comment allez-vous?” 

I search my brain for all the French I had picked up from Lockwood, trying to form a sentence out of the random words and phrases I could remember. Nothing makes sense. After a moment, I lean back and sigh. “Sorry, baby, I think that’s all I got.”

The movement in my stomach lessens, like it’s calming down after being riled up. Which is kind of what happened. 

Breathing in a smile, I say, “There is one thing I will always tell you, in whatever language I can say it.” The baby stills, anticipating, “Je t’aime.” 

An excited lurch causes me to sit up, almost laughing, “Yes, I love you so very much. More than I understand yet.”

The kicks and tumbles continue, and I don’t get any more paperwork done that day.

Bonus Bonus:

“Lockwood…” I stare at the polish in my hand, breathing in the lemony fumes. “I think I want to drink the shelf cleaner.”

I don’t hear him get up, but I feel him behind me. Gingerly, he takes the bottle from my grasp. “Please don’t drink the shelf cleaner.”

~

Again, thank you so much to @books-and-pumpkins

As promised, here are the French bits translated:

Lockwood: ...my love...

Lockwood: ...baby?

Lockwood: Oh, you like French? You do!

Lockwood: I could speak French, whenever you want. I think your mother is very beautiful, I hope you look like her. Although... you could do a lot with my smile.

Lockwood: We’ll cause lots of trouble, even if mom yells, if you get my smile. If you don’t, I could teach you other tricks.

(after George reappears)

Lockwood: Yes! And he likes French!

George: He?

Lockwood: (Just a guess) It doesn’t matter.

George: You do like French.

Lockwood: This is your uncle, he’s a little weird.

George: But you’ll love me anyway.

George: I’m going to teach you so many bad words, in so many languages.

George: He doesn’t like it when his parents fight.

(in the library)

Lockwood: I’m sorry.

Lockwood: I love you.

(bonus)

Lucy: ...hello.

Lucy: How are you?

Lucy: I love you.

[sanrrioz]

RIO BAILEY, known professionally as RIO, is the sole female member in co-ed K-Pop group TOMORROX X TOGETHER. She debuted under BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT with the mini album THE DREAM CHAPTER : STAR in 2019. Since her debut, RIO has been praised for her excellent performances and due to the impact she has made on the industry has been named the 4TH GEN IT GIRL.

##. CAREER

STAGE NAME : RIO

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 🐨

COMPANY : BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT / HYBE

TRAINEE PERIOD : 2 YEARS (2017 - 2019)

DEBUT DATE : MARCH 4 2019

DEBUT ALBUM : THE DREAM CHAPTER : STAR

SOLO FANDOM NAME : STARIOZ

##. PERSONAL

FULL NAME : RIO BAILEY

NICKNAMES : RI , RORO , CHEERIO , BYEOL ("STAR" - YEONJUN) , SARANGIO

BIRTHDAY : 17 JUNE 2002

ZODIAC SIGN : GEMINI

BIRTHPLACE : MANCHESTER , UNITED KINGDOM

NATIONALITY : BRITISH - KOREAN

ETHNICITY : NIGERIAN-JAMAICAN

LANGUAGES : ENGLISH (FIRST LANGUAGE) , KOREAN (FLUENT) , BRITISH & KOREAN SIGN LANGUAGE (FLUENT)

##. PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM : RENEE DOWNER (FLO)

VOICE CLAIM : NATTY (KISS OF LIFE)

DANCE CLAIM : XIAOTING (KEP1ER)

RAP CLAIM : RYUJIN (ITZY)

##. APPEARANCE

HEIGHT : 175CM (5'8)

PIERCINGS : 7

TATOOS : 2

SEXUALITY : BISEXUAL

##. FAMILY

FATHER : ABENI EZE (b. 1976)

MOTHER : NAOMI BAILEY (b. 1976)

BROTHER : CAIRO BAIELY (b. 1999)

SISTER : MILAN BAILEY (b. 2000)

##. FACTS

although RIO was born in MANCHESTER, she moved to INCHEON with her family in 2014 for her mom's teaching job

her dad is hard of hearing and her older brother was born deaf so she grew up signing

RIO is extremely athletic and grew up playing a lot of sports including swimming, volleyball and others, though track and field was her favourite

it was while living in KOREA that RIO started taking after school dance classes as she couldn't maintain all the same sports as before

she was scouted by three companies while on a trip to SEOUL with her siblings and it was her older sister who encouraged her to audition

she love love loves the ocean and any opportunity to go to the beach, she will take it

her instagram account RIIOZZ is the most followed out of the members and all of 4th gen idols with 18 million followers

she is a collector; fridge magnets, postcards, movie ticket stubs, she keeps them all

[ohara-n-brown]

I don't know how to tell you this but stop using k-rap as your excuse to say 'I listen to rap!!'

ESPECIALLY if you don't even SPEAK FLUENT KOREAN.

Black people have already talked for years about how K-industries have siffoned and appropriated Black culture for years without ever recognizing the black community.

That's why GDragon be walking around with cornrow braids. Cornrows are a type of braid specifically traced to AFRICA. Brought to the Americas by slaves.

That's why 'Rap Monster' - which is what RM stands for - used to walk around with a fucking afro.

K-rap has literally stolen the American style of rap, and removed all culture of it to turn it into a boastful addition to kpop songs. They've done it to RnB too.

At the very least some of them have actually lived in America at some point - like Jessi and Bobby - but that is definitely NOT the case for most of them.

And even if you do listen to K-rap - if you don't speak Korean then it doesn't mean SHIT!! You're literally just listening to a hot guy talking fast in a language you don't even speak - literally not even engaging in the lyrics which is what rap is about.

You're just boiling it down to an aesthetic and slurping it up because you don't even need to understand what you're listening to.

You'll salavate over k-rappers wearing our clothes and appropriating our music while also ignoring how racist and colorist the k-industry can be.

You like it when guys on Show Me The Money get all gangster and boastful then get scared when ACTUAL black men do it.

You don't find black men who do it attractive but will go nuts for Zico.

You get upset cause black male rappers 'objectify women too much' but you LOVE Mommae by Jay Park.

You'll go crazy for pale, model thin idol girls to rap but call women like Megan thee Stallion too vulgar - is it the black skin or the body-ody-ody?

Tell me why you'll listen to fucking LISA rap and hype her up - But you can't name three black women rappers that actually still release music.

K-rap is not your cover in this. Stop that shit. If you think listening to Han from Stray Kids is in any way comparable to actual American rap developed by black rappers I'm begging you to turn on Megan thee Stallion cause 99% of American rappers would smoke these k-rappers who literally live in dorms surrounded by security and stylists 24/7.

K-rappers can barely say 'fuck' or 'bitch' on a track without their agency demanding they apologize 😭😭 fuck outta here.

Y'all need some Flo Milli. Ski Mask The Slump God, Schoolboy Q, Cardi B, RUN THE JEWELS. PLEASE I'M BEGGING

[lycemagee]

This happens shortly after the Continuation of Forgotten and Rebuild

When she was done cleaning herself and changed to her new clothing, Florence stepped out of the Bathroom and realized that Alfons had already left the room. 

Finally, she thought. Suddenly, she heard a soft grumbling and looked at her bed, where the little girl stared at her judgmentally. Florence put her hand on her hips, tilting her head to the side. 

“What?”

“If you keep scaring away kind people, we will stand alone again.”, she pouted and rocked back and forth. 

“Foremost. You are the child and I am the adult who deals with everything. I protected you the whole time, so I don't want to hear any complaints.”

The little girl blushed in frustration and pouted even harder, opened her mouth to say something, but Florence interrupted her. 

“Second. He is not kind. He is manipulative. Big difference! He would not hesitate to take advantage of us. We need to be careful.”

“You are talking as if you are not the same…”, the little one whispered and looked away. 

“No! No, I don't want to hear that, I do it to live! To make you happy! To keep the wall upright. Others will use us, so I will use them too. That is only fair.”

The little girl closed her ears, sang some meaningless words loudly and ran away. Florence clenched her jaw and ran across the room to the door, opening it as the little one left. She wanted to call for her, but when she looked down the hallway, she wasn't there anymore. Florence sighed heavily, stomping on the ground. How dare she? She protected her all the years and now she developed into a little brat. Is puberty coming? As she walked through the corridors towards the kitchen, she thought about the situation and the little one's behaviour. When she entered the kitchen, the staff immediately came to her, signalling her with gestures and sign language. Florence is not fluent, however she picked up a few signs from observing the others and also asked William for some lessons. So she asked kindly for a little snack to tide her over until dinner. They were kind enough to bring it straight to her room, but Florence asked for it to be given to her directly. Florence could see how uncomfortable the request made them, but when it was ready, she just grabbed the plate and left the room with thanks. 

Florence snacked, relaxed in the pavilion in the garden from the castle. The light smell of flowers was in the air, the spring sun shone through the leaves of the trees. Florence's mind was calm, for the first time in weeks, but she felt how it bubbled inside her. No pictures flashed before her eyes, but the emotions behind them were there. The wall was still broken and the memories could come through at any moment. But she was calm. She sipped on her tea and smiled. The bitter taste from the black tea in her cup was a delight for her. 

“Can I join you, Flo?”, a known, deep voice, asked her. 

Florence didn't even look up to know who it was. This man who showed her kindness, care and worry since they met the first time. 

“You are allowed to.”, she said simply, without bothering to look in his direction.

“Still so formal with me?”, he asked and chuckled. He sat in front of Florence and observed casually her profile. 

“I don't want to hang, because I addressed the Queen's Aide incorrectly.”, she said and gave him a quick look. 

“What a clever excuse to keep your distance. But I would prefer it to be casual. After all, I don't see you as an underling.”, he said and leaned forward with a kind smile on his face. Whenever he gave her this smile, she was deeply conflicted about his motives and meaning behind it. If the little girl were here, she would probably reprimand Florence for her mistrust.

“As what else?”, she asked and looked at the flowers in front of her. 

“As a dear friend.”, he said without hesitation. Florence smiled bitterly and looked at him. She remembered how she spent time with him more than anyone else in crown, it was her, but since her wall fell she couldn't really identify with her any more. 

“It’s been a while since we talked properly, especially after this… incident. I am not the same as before. And I will not behave nor will I care like before.”, she just said and looked into his light gray eyes. “I don't want to have anything to do with you. I will fulfil my duty and then I will leave. Being a cursed one or not.”, she said quickly and turned her gaze away. She sipped again on her tea and waited. Florence expected any reaction from him. A statement, a discussion, anything. Instead, he leaned back and looked at her with a smile. He didn't speak a word and looked at the garden, peacefully.

“You heard me? Or are you just ignoring me?”, Florence asked and frowned. 

“No, no! I would never ignore you!”, he said quickly and gesticulated strongly. 

“It's just…”, he began and put his hands together with a bright smile. “I am glad to see that you are doing better.” 

Florence held her breath for a second, a weird feeling tingling softly in her body, and she looked at him confused.

“Can you please stop pretending to care?”, she asked, irritated. 

“I am not pretending. I mean it!”, he said confidently, still having a smile on his face. 

“Then please stop caring in general? That would be appreciated.”, she said shallowly and corrected her sitting pose. 

“Why are you suddenly so afraid of relationships? Before, you were really open to everyone. Afraid of your heart's desire?,” Victor joked and chuckled. Florence put her cup roughly on the table and looked seriously at him. 

“Why is every single one of you so obnoxious? I was open, because I thought I could trust you, but this was a mistake. Now my wall is down, everyone is poking in my history and I need to deal with memories I don't even want. So yeah? Is my behaviour such a surprise?”, she asked him, poisonous. The situation with Alfons came into her mind and her mood soured. She knew it wasn't Victor's fault. He always took care of her, but all this mess wouldn't happen if he didn't drag her along. She was living a peaceful life and now it was broken. Again. 

But instead of Victor feeling attacked, he still smiled and leaned against the table. 

“Flo you are so full of energy, I am sorry I cannot stop feeling happy about it, after the last days…”, he admitted and completely ignored her attitude. 

“Come closer, maybe a slap in the face will make it better.”, she said emotionlessly leaning forward holding her hand warningly.

“But seriously, the Blackouts you had… are they because of your curse or is it…”, Victor began carefully but didn't finish the sentence. 

“My memories? You can speak openly if you want to, amazing.”, Florence said unimpressed but didn't answer his question. Victor did not press further and smiled softly. 

While they were just sitting together, Victor changed the subject and talked about the plants in the garden, the different members and dessert. Florence, who first just listened to him, talked with him slowly, answering or participating in his rambling. Then the evening came and the staff came to inform them the dinner would be ready at any moment. Florence completely forgot about the whole situation and was surprised how relaxed she was. Maybe a part of her was still laid-back when it came to Victor. She was even surprised how cold she was with him before. But she couldn't allow herself to be careless. Even if a part of her is really fond of him, she realised. Making her feel cared for and safe so easily. 

He was dangerous.

“He is sweet and gentle!”, a voice in her head said and she shook her head in denial.

Suddenly she felt so tired again and the pressure in her head grew. Victor noticed her frowning when he looked back at her, after talking with the staff. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking at her worried. She didn't answer or react to his question and he stood up, kneeling beside her. Florence turned her head and looked at him, feeling tense. 

“These memories are sealed away behind a wall I made years ago. Of course, it's not real, but metaphorical. With that, I protected myself and the little one inside of me, who shouldn't live through my experiences. Really, I lived peacefully the last 8 years, even when the first years were a struggle with the addiction I had. But I got better.”

She moved her hand to his pale neck and held it there, looking, as if she was going to claw at his throat. Victor just waited, looking earnest in her eyes. 

“But for the love I had for this life, you destroyed everything. I am not dumb, I know Elbert's action doesn't have anything to do with you. It is only possible to a limited extent to control these feral Hounds. But you have no idea how many emotions are running through me. I just want to snap.”, she said dangerously calm and put her hand away again. 

“Did you snap when you killed the man?”, Victor asked carefully. 

“It was not my cleanest work. It happened through a storm of emotions, but this man deserved even less than this. You know, he tried to use a child, a desperate lonely orphan, who was naive enough to believe his sweet lies. Everyone in the street comes to the point, where promises are sounding so full of hope, you can clearly taste the freedom behind them and you agree with it. After all, things can't get any worse, can they?”, she said with a bitter smile on her face, leaning against her hand looking forward to the flowers. The soft sweet smell from them caused pictures to flash in front her eyes, but contradictory to her usual self, this time she almost embraced them.

“It is in human nature to cause destruction and harm.”, he said, smiling darkly, sensing what Florence was trying to say. 

“Hell is man made. There is no devil with horns, blood-red skin who is causing all harm. It's such an absurd picture. Hell is at our bottom, between people and also within them, hidden between hope and despair. The man wanted to give the child hell, so I gave it back to him. And now he has been gutted for the pigs.”, she said, a dangerous spark in her eyes. Victor widened his eyes for a second and smiled in delight. 

“Ah… So this is the reason why there has been no finding of a body.”, he said with amazement. 

“It was just luck. If they had already been eating, then it would have been a matter of course, but this time it was as if they were hungry.”, she said. She looked back at him with a smile and shrugged her shoulders. Looking his genuine look on his face, her smile faded and turned to a serious one.

“Listen, Victor…”, she began and Victor straighten his back. 

“These… Blackouts… like I said before, don't worry too much about it. But just for you to understand what's happening, usually I try to fix my wall. Or I am reliving my memories. Most of the time it's both. That's all.”, she said. She felt a shudder over her back and her body was shaking lightly, as if she was cold. Was it a good idea to talk with him about it? If you are not speaking it out loud, it never existed. She didn't talk about her memories. She didn't know about her memories. Yes, she just answered his question. Now he will let her alone. 

Looking at her, Victor could see her overthinking, her anxiety and her conflicts. He himself felt conflicted. He wanted to comfort her, but also felt pity and fascination for her fate, similar to the other members he held so dearly. Victor stood up and held out his hand to her.

“Thank you for telling me, Flo. I wish I could help you, but I know the only thing I can do is to provide a safe environment for you. And I want to tell you this… never feel pressured or obligated, to tell us anything at all. Roger, of course, is researching Curses, that means he will often ask you questions about it, but when it comes to your backstory you are free to share what you like. Or nothing.”, he smiled at her, his radiance made Florence frown and she couldn't grasp the nature of his being. He was bright and dark, kind and cruel. Her throat was dry, still she took his hand and he pulled her up. His long and glossy hair floated around his body, his eyes shined brightly and mysteriously full of curiosity and cleverness, but behind it, was a darkness. She felt exhausted suddenly and wanted to lean in. But she couldn't. She needed to be cold. But she can't muster the energy to be cruel to him. So she just sighed. 

“Let's go eat.”, Florence said with a blank face and let go of his hand, a lingering sensation hangs in her fingertips.

Dining together with the others, the only who are absent were Jude, Ellis, Elbert and Alfons. Jude and Ellis have some business going on, while Elbert is still working in his room on some bureaucratic matters and Alfons? Well… they would not wonder if he is hanging out with some of his “friends”. The rest of crown is talking, discussing and enjoying their meal together. Florence was mostly listening, her head pounding, watching the conversation and sometimes adding her own thoughts. Suddenly, as if Roger remembered something, he spoke to Florence, who looked at him confused. Roger fumbled in his pockets and threw a little bottle to Florence. Inside she could see little white pills. 

“These are sleeping pills, which also have a calming effect. Just take one for the beginning and come to me next week, so we can discuss the effect and depending on that, regulate the dosis.”

Florence gave him an questioned look. 

“Huh?”, she grimaced. 

Florence's reaction caused Liam to laugh and even William smirked. 

“What? I thought you are having troubles sleeping.”, Roger answered, giving back a questioned look. 

Florence was frowning. 

“Yeah, I have, but how do YOU know about it?”

.

.

.

“Rare to see you down here. Usually you are avoiding me.”, Roger said.

“I would prefer avoiding this unpleasant sight, but I feel like it is necessary. Don't get used to it.”

“First of all: Ouch. Second: What’s wrong?”, Roger asked, leaning forward from his chair. 

“Miss Florence has some trouble… regards sleeping.”

“Sleeping?”, Roger asked with a pulled eyebrow. 

“Anyway, it would be nice of you as our Doctor to take care of the situation and watch it with your… limited gaze.”, he said looking at the frame of glasses. 

Roger ignored his comment. 

“And why are you telling me instead of Florence?”

“She wouldn't tell you.”

“And she did tell YOU?”

“There must have been some kind of despair and madness in her mind, that must have caused it. Otherwise, she would likely prefer not to share the same room with me.”

“And you tell me why…?”

“She is quite disruptive in my evening routine and I can't be bothered with that. I am not the altruistic type to sacrifice my sleep for her well being.”

Roger didn't comment on his insomnia and the countless restless evenings Alfons had and will have. 

“I will take my leave now. There is nothing to add from my side.”, Alfons said and turned to the door. 

“So you are just passing the buck. That's all?”, Roger called, frowning. 

Alfons stopped his steps and tilted his head. He didn't make the effort to look back. 

“You didn't expect more, did you?”

.

.

.

Florence looked annoyed, tapping on the table. She was grumbling. You could clearly feel the tense air. One of the servants served her a cup of tea, thanked for and kept on having this terrifying look on her face. Right now she looked back at Roger, who just held his hands up in defense. 

“Oi, you don't need to look at me like this. I am just here to help.”, he said and the Florence grumbling became even louder. She was annoyed. About what exactly? She shook her head and took a sip from her tea. The conversation from Alfons came into her mind. She clicked her tongue. At least she doesn't need to see him anymore or worse. Ask for his help. These pills will be helpful enough. Thinking that, a picture of his smile and how he took off his glove flew in front of her eyes and she got goosebumps. Thinking about yesterday made her incredibly frustrated and she tipped even stronger on the table. The others looked confused, not knowing what exactly happened last night and what could've caused her… mood.

 

"Whatever. Thank you anyway. I will keep you updated about the effect of these little pills.”, she said, drinking the rest of her tea and took her leave. Before she was gone, Florence could hear the little One, who was sitting on her chair. She giggled.

“Are you sad now?”

She didn't react, but she couldn't stop the shaking on her fingers. 

[galejro]

More ball dressed characters with Flo the Fishmalk. Being an omniscient hobo she picked up a trick or two… Including but not limited to theft and speaking fluent blowraspberrish.

[atotalpitch]

Ohhh I have a headcanon question (...again, lol). If the Bellas were to read fanfiction, what would be their go-to tag be?? (eg. found family, enemies to lovers, hurt/no comfort etc)

ooo i like this one! ty for asking (once again /pos) . this basically turned into a list of every au to exist but. whatever. they like aus okay.

Beca: tbh i feel like she would intentionally find the worst (i, by no means, intend to offend anyone with that) smut fics and laugh at them. on the other hand, her inner teen angst would probably take over and she'd read awfully angsty stuff. like Whump / dd:dne level shit. but also found family fluff?? depends on the day. her top tags are probably Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Enemies to Lovers (even though she'd never admit to any of them willingly)

Chloe: Fake Dating AU (with no further explanation, sorry). mostly she doesn't necessarily search for specific tags, just scrolls through an entire fandom/ship/character tag and reads whatever's interesting enough. deep deep down she does have a thing for Vampire AUs. lord knows why. also maybe kinda Slowburn?? she absolutely will sit down and read fifty chapters of insanely gut wrenching heart break and then sob over it for days even if it has a happy ending. Aubrey: Canon Divergent AU. or just AUs in general (childhood friends, soulmates.. yk whatever there is) i think. she likes to see authors put their own twists into what actually happened. also maybe because her favourite ships and characters always get ruined by whoever's behind the actual media,,, but that's like. totally unrelated. Stacie: High School AU. do you guys see the vision here?? because i don't know how to explain it in coherent words. but she's all for the teen drama. (later in life) on very random occasions she also reads Family Fluff because it reminds her of Bella and she loves Bella. Amy: she finds the most disturbing, explicit tags known to mankind. Improper Use Of Eyesocket? Creating a New Hole? Watersports? yeah. those. and worse. nobody knows how she's even able to read them. Emily: Found Family, Fluff, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort (which she often mistakes for hurt/no comfort and regrets it for months after). she LOVES fluff and all the mushy gushy stuff. but also kinda similarly to Chloe, she can get lost in an intense Slowburn for a while. and cry about it after she finishes. Flo: she absolutely reads Smut. dirty mf. if not smut then probably Found Family as well (seems to be a common theme with them all). Firefighter AUs are also high up on her list for some reason?? i mean i don't blame her Cynthia Rose: i feel like if i went with how her character is (sadly) portrayed in the movies, then Lesbian Sex would be the obvious answer. but i feel like she'd be more of a Marriage / Wedding kinda girl. she's in love with the idea of making a huge deal out of it to show everyone how much you care about someone and spending your life with them. Lilly: can she read?? does she know the concept of fanfiction??? questions that will forever go unanswered. no, but seriously though she'd read the most odd-yet-normal shit (eg. Fluff with a side of Murder) Ashley: Childhood Friends to Lovers, i don't know how to elaborate further. she just gives off that vibe. if we go deeper into her search history though there are some very intense Hurt/Comfort fics from her early to late teens Jessica: she's absolutely one of those crazy readers who will love the most desperate Whump fics ever on one day, then completely flip to Tooth Rotting Fluff on the other. it very much depends on her mood, mental wellbeing and whether she's angry at the world or not. most of the time not. so she just reads Fluff like 24/7, not that she'd tell anyone. (except Ashley, but that doesn't even count) this was kind of a difficult one because i blacked out the second i tried to think about what tags are out there, but i hope it was up to expectations 🫡

[zoozvie]

hi Vivi! If you're still taking questions for the ask game, I was wondering: 36. If you could learn one language fluently what would it be? 62. What’s your comfort movie? 92. What book world would you live in if given the opportunity?

Flo!!🧡🧡 Thank you so much!!

36. I’m not fluent but I do know ASL, I want to say I’d like to choose that one but knowing Korean would also be really helpful with the Kpop I listen to. So idk haha

62. I’m a big re-watcher, I don’t know what my “comfort” movie is per say, but I feel very good rewatching clips from ATLA, Avatar JC Movies, Howl’s Moving Castle, Spirited Away, and Spirit (yes, the horse movie😭😭)

92. After debating if it’s worth it to choose a story that I Like or a story that I would actually survive in, I’m going to choose Attack on Titan on the technicality that it’s a manga book.

The only way to actually see the people I want to see is to just join the military. I would not survive long, but maybe because I know the story I could get an advantage. Either way I’d die for their cause. And for a chance to meet Levi❤️

[thefloatingwriter]

underrated marauders era characters hcs <3

Emmeline Vance

ravenclaw

has long black hair and dark brown eyes

would do anything for her friends. literally anything.

half-blood

knew everything about everyone. if she wanted to know she did. no one knew how she did it

her best friends were pandora and marlene

blames herself for surviving the first war when marlene didn’t

^ the guilt only increased when pandora died

visits their graves on the 16th of every month and their birthdays and just talks

took divination (with pandora) and care of magical creatures as her electives

was a bridesmaid for both of their weddings (they were each other’s maid of honors)

loved apple pie and strawberries

she loved the color yellow

Edgar Bones

gryffindor

had red hair and gray eyes

his middle name was antonio after his late grandfather

half-blood

his wife tried hard to convince him not to join the Order but he was very persistent

same year as emmeline (1969 - 1976)

was almost put into hufflepuff

very stubborn

had a younger brother (two years younger) and an older sister (Amelia) who was one year older

almost joined the Quidditch team but decided against it at the last second

wears a lot of crimson

his wedding band is gold and he still grins at it every time he sees it on his finger

james thought him and frank were so cool when he was in first year and marlene found it hysterical (because they’re both complete idiots but so is james soooo)

his patronus is a lion

grinned like an idiot when he found out helen (his wife’s) patronus was a lioness

Helen Bones (née Burton)

hufflepuff

curly dirty blonde hair and green-light gray eyes

muggleborn

friends with basically everyone. loved by essentially the entire school

best friends with hestia jones

prefect

really good at playing the piano

fluent in german (her mum’s german) and understands french but can’t speak it fluently

she knows so much shit from all of the Black brother arguments that were in public spoken in french. emmeline tried to get her to say what they were arguing over but she wouldn’t budge.

sirius first went to her when he started having feelings for remus because she knew she wouldn’t judge him even if she was muggle born (i hc that the wizarding world is a lot more inclusive than the muggle world is but still doesn’t fully accept queer people. the pure bloods are the least acceptive) 

good at transfiguration

knows a lot about everyone (similar to emmeline) but she refuses to gossip over it or tell anyone.

started dating edgar in her fourth year.

they were THE couple of their year. like there was dorlene and fralice but they were it. all of the younger students wanted to be one of them

mum friend of the hufflepuffs

Florence Wotton (girlfriend of the boy who hexed Bertha Jorkins after seeing them kissing behind the greenhouses)

hufflepuff

brunette that wears her hair in a ponytail and dark blue eyes 

half-blood

she broke up with Stanley (the boy she was caught kissing) in the end of sixth year on good terms

they were friends up until stanley’s death during the second wizarding war

never married or had children

her middle name was augustine

she was best friends with jude williams, a muggle born slytherin, while at hogwarts

florence had to learn multiple defensive spells due to how many times jude was attacked by her own housemates

got the nickname flo by her friends when she made a joke about “going with the flow”

her best subject was potions

Ted Tonks

hufflepuff

had blonde hair and bright green eyes

the younger years loved him

prefect

had so many friendship bracelets, like they literally lined his arm. he refused to ever not wear one of them because “what if the person who gave it to me gets sad”

met andromeda in first year and fell for her hard in third. they started dating in fifth

his hogwarts years were from 1964 - 1971

he had two younger sisters, named ellen and isobel (yes this is based off a fanfic, go read Flights of Fancy)

many jumpers and sweaters. he has a vast collection of ugly christmas sweaters

quidditch commentator

liked by everyone except the pure bloods (what else is new)

andromeda slept in the hufflepuff common room for a lot of her later years at hogwarts. a lot of hufflepuffs grew to like her a lot and she started sleeping in the dormitory with the girls in her year occasionally 

the hufflepuffs that knew about her and ted had this whole big oath thing where they swore they would keep their relationship secret

a lot of people actually knew about their relationship. it wasn’t really secret at all, the people that knew just weren’t anyone a pure blood would ever hang out with

good at herbology and transfiguration

[octoagentmiles]

hello hello hello, i come bearing headcanons for my dearest octoagents <3 the old mens™

angst cw for some of em, woops- (mentions/descriptions of anxiety, and implied trauma)

Natquik:

the Antarctica Incident had a much greater toll on him than he realizes. he's just ✨ Fine™ ✨ y'know? nbd <3 (he's not fine somebody please hug him-)

has a Thing about things breaking/not working. it causes him to immediately panic and have a million thoughts rush through his head about how he'll survive the weather, how much food he has, etc., even if it's something small.

he also doesn't like being alone for too long. you'd think he'd be "used to it", but nope.

but on the bright side: contrary to popular belief, he wasn't completely alone while trapped. he befriended a lot of penguins. mostly against his will, but still.

1000000000% views Barnacles as his son but he'll never admit it.

so gosh darn fluffy. basically canon but yeah. aside from the adorableness it's kinda a burden because he'd probably overheat really fast if he left his station.

fluent in Russian, and used to have a habit of muttering Impolite Words™ under his breath—until reuniting with a grown-up Barnacles who picked up some Russian in his worldly travels. now he only does it in private.

he watched the great penguin race. he saw and/or heard Barnacles there, but wasn't sure if it was him. they left before he worked up the courage had a chance to talk to them.

Calico Jack:

mmmmmmmmmm. undiagnosed autistic. masks really well but only among other pirates, who have completely different social rules and whatnot. he's struggling now because he doesn't know how to mask anymore. he doesn't need to, because literally all the Octonauts are neurodivergent, but pshh

he's going through a redemption arc in his head. no one else knows about it because everyone likes him already and thinks he's great, but he can't see that.

his leg will start to hurt really bad if he runs on it too much—he tries to avoid it if he can, but sometimes he's stubborn, or just forgets (until it's too late).

three words: phantom limb syndrome.

has anxiety and gets nightmares. he's good at hiding it, but sometimes a really bad one will bother him for a day or two.

Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Su-

wrote hundreds of letters to Kwazii when he was in the Amazon, but never sent them. he still wants to give them to him one day.

his eyepatch used to be covering the opposite eye—that's why Kwazii's is on that side, and why his statue (slime eels) and mini carving (pirate parrotfish) both have it on the wrong way. he switched it over when he left to hide live in the Amazon.

Marsh:

genuinely forgets that he's green sometimes. someone will comment on it and he'll be like "????? oh right–"

sings; he used to make up road trip songs with Tweak when she was little. he still knows them all by heart.

slightly hard of hearing (for rabbit standards). hi @timegays. you did this to me /pos

Him 🤝 Barnacles: separation anxiety and a secret fear of storms. i will not elaborate further <3

highkey a dad to 90% of the Everglades creatures. every single one of them is like family to him.

he grew up side-by-side with a lot of the older swamp critters (Belle The Turtle, & maybe Flo The Flamingo), he considers them like his siblings.

his first name is literally "Ranger": he had it legally changed, so that he and Tweak (who decided to go by "Tweak" when she got into engineering) could both be named after their interests.

unintentionally inspired Tweak's engineering special interest. that motorboat he has in The Alligator-Shark? it used to break down constantly, until he taught her how to fix it. she fixed it ONCE and it never broke down again. it gave her such a rush of euphoria that she went around fixing everything, and eventually building new things. and she just,, never stopped.

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 38

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out. Be kind and friendly, and feel free to support me by donating a ko-fi if you’d like. Link is in my description!

Uninhabited Island - Cottage

Ace: “Wait a minute!”

Floyd: “Hm?”

Ace: “I’ve been thinking about it ever since we caught fish a while ago…”

Ace: “Hmm. It should be around here.”

Stitch: ?

Riddle: “Ace? What are you looking for behind the cottage?”

Ace: “Ah. This might be just right!”

Ace: “Ta—da. Look at this!”

Floyd: “It’s a big wooden board.”

Grim: “What, it's just a board? I thought you were looking for something better.”

Ace: “Just wait. Prepare the shape of this wooden board, and magically color it to look cool.”

Ace: “There, done.”

Stitch: !!

Jack: “Is this…perhaps a board?”

Ace: “Yup! A surf board.”

Ace: “When Stitch fell into the sea, I thought it’d be nice if there was something bigger than a kick board.”

Ace: “So? Stitch can feel at ease with this, right?”

Stitch: *hugs Ace*

Ace: “Oh, what is it? Are you happy?”

Ace: “You don’t have to hug me…owowow! Nails! Your nails are digging into my shoulder!”

Riddle: “Surfing with Stitch.”

Riddle: “I see. If you're careful, you can enjoy the ocean without touching the water. That’s a good idea.”

Lilia: SURFING!! YOUNG PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS RAVING ABOUT IT ON THE BEACH!”

Lilia: “I always thought it seemed fun~! I want to try it, too!”

Floyd: “Surfing is riding a board and running across the ocean. That seems difficult, unlike swimming, so I might want to try it.”

Azul: “It seems to be a popular pastime on land, and I've been curious about them ever since I saw them on the beach in the Land of Dawn.”

Grim: “If it's popular, then I want to do it, too! Once I master it, I'm sure everyone will admire me.”

Yuu:

“I want to try surfing!”

“I’m good at surfing!”

Jack: “Good. Then, let’s all each make a board.”

Riddle: “That’s right. There must be a lot of excess planks left behind the cottage.”

Ace: “Dry the paint on the board with magic…hm, something like this?”

Jack: “I’m done, too.”

Ace: “Oh, Jack. What did you draw on the surfboard while I was talking earlier a moment ago?”

Jack: “Fish and birds.”

Ace: “Oh, it's so dynamic...so powerful. This is a really Jack-like picture.”

Jack: “Don’t scrutinize me so much. What about you? What did you draw?”

Ace: “A sandy beach and palm trees! What up?”

Jack: “…Your smug expression is annoying, but you’re good at it. Although it is drawn smoothly, it has a good balance.”

Jack: “It’s pretty wasteful.”

Ace: “Shut up. Don’t call it wasteful.”

Grim: “Heh heh. Neither of them are all that. The board I made is cooler!”

Ace: “Oh, are you going to challenge us? Alright, show us.”

Grim: “Ta—da, look! I drew a can of tuna!”

Jack: “…Could this be a paw print? Did you draw it directly by hand, and not with a brush?”

Ace: “There are still marks from the fall...Ahaha, it's a Grim fish print! That's awesome!”

Grim: “Right? Yuu, do you think it’s cool, too?”

Yuu:

“I can draw it.”

“It’s cool.”

Grim: “Hehe. What I’m picky about is the glossiness of the tuna can.”

Grim: “The name of this surfboard is Tuna Can Best Special edition!”

Uninhabited Island - Beach

Lilia: “Alright. Are you all ready?”

Riddle: “Let's put Stitch on our board. It would be dangerous for him to be alone if he fell.”

Stitch:♪

Azul: “The waves are neither too small or too big. They’re perfect for practice.”

Floyd: “Maybe a big wave will come soon? How exciting.”

*SPLASH*

Riddle: “Woah, Floyd! If you suddenly jump in, you’ll splash Stitch with water.”

Riddle: “And when humans swim, they warm up before going right in…”

Floyd: “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll show you an example first.”

Floyd: “I get excited just thinking about standing on the waves. If I were a mermaid, I would never be able to experience that.”

Floyd: “It looks difficult, but I’ll master it in no time.”

Lilia: “Floyd quickly left the beach. We can't afford to lose either!”

Lilia: “Now, let’s go.”

Lilia: “Wait…for the big wave!”

*Rhythmic phase*

[santademikey]

Give us a rundown on your OCs for the OC asks- (Name, bio, visual reference if possible, the world around them, trivia)

:)

vivienne (ivy)

ivy is my gta oc, she’s trevor’s daughter and is 18 in my fic. she’s not afraid to speak her mind and owns a purple motorcycle. she’s a mechanic by trade! her story takes place during the events of gta v.

fun fact— she has a matching tattoo with trevor! (the knife. it’s cool what can i say)

(i currently don’t have a visual reference for her — meaning i cant find the sim i made of her currently! i might update this though if i decide to not be lazy and make one for her. just know she looks like trev. a lot :)

[the fic she’s from!]

florence

flo is the first of my two (technically three because she has a daughter but she’s only a baby so i don’t think i’ll include her in this) mafia 3 ocs!! she’s 23, giorgi’s twin and is married to danny! flo works for vito in river row, and runs the dock union. she drives a yellow potomac (basically a 1960’s vw beetle!). her story takes place before, during and right after the events of mafia 3!

fun fact— her nickname, flossie, comes from what her mother used to call her as a small child. giorgi is the only person who stills uses the moniker to refer to her.

for reference, she looks like this! (the prettiest sim i’ve ever made i can’t lie lmao)

[the fic she’s from!]

audra

audra is my other mafia 3 oc (and lowkey currently my fave don’t tell the others). shes 17, and was handed to sammy and his wife perla by sal marcano not long after she was born. she’s incredibly shy, and loves taking photos of just about everything she can. she was very close to sammy and ellis (and perla!), and is just as close to lincoln too. she’s studying chemistry in the science hall in frisco fields. her story takes place during the events of mafia 3!

fun fact— she’s more or less fluent in french! sammy taught her :)

for reference she looks like this! (a lot like her birth father, but i don’t think that gives any spoilers away?)

[the fic she’s from!]