#living for the rabbit arthur plush

[elabelll]

“Hey Elabelll, what are you working on tonight?”

“Oh…”

[diamond-dangeresque]

For the OC's Background game: 👑🌹🐾 for the OC who is on your mind right this moment!

I had Dragon Age on the brain, but seeing Charr pfp dragged my dumbass back into Guild Wars Lalaland, soooooooooo

surprise! it's not my Revenant!

👑 ~ "Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years": While his mother Natalie raised him for the bulk of his life, the most important figure in his life was his father Arthur. He vanishes from Erik's life when the boy's about four or five years old, basically just leaving the family one night with no explanation and no context that Erik is cognizant of. Arthur was a proud man with a kind heart and lots of love for his only son, though Erik doesn't remember too much else about him. Where Natalie tried to harden her son's heart, Arthur remains as the lingering memory and lesson that being soft is not weakness.

There's an old, ratty devourer plush Erik takes meticulous care of through his exemplary Tailor training. It was once the grand prize of a trick archery game stand from a carnival that passed through Queensdale. His father won it for little Erik, and it's one of the last physical things of his father he still has.

🌹 ~ "First relationship": Of course, Erik is attached to the hip of one Braham Eirsson. They had met in the early months after Zhaitan's demise, but their relationship didn't officially take off until at some point when the Commander reaches Elona, and specifically after the events that lead to the God of War's demise. Some rumormongers peddle the idea that it started earlier, such as after Braham's last sighting in Bitterfrost Frontier, but rumors are all it is.

For those within the Pact, and especially from the Pact's early days, the Commander and the first Marshal had a closeness that couldn't quite be called "friendship", but calling it a "relationship" was also something of an exaggeration. It started with bonding over Orr and its history and sharing what each knew, and soon the talks grew longer into the night, less about Orr, and eventually behind closed doors altogether.

Only two people know the truth, and one of them's dead in a dragon corpse.

🐾 ~ "Pets": Despite his father's Ranger proficiencies, Erik only ever had one pet: a small white rabbit named Nemmy who was originally used to lure a salamander drake and ended up surviving its job by virtue of said drake never needing to be lured (itself a long story). He keeps and raises it for several years, and it lives a good long life as a spoiled white rabbit.

And then it dies. Of natural causes, of course. The rabbit wanted for nothing and, again, was well-cared for. Nemmy went to sleep one day and simply didn't wake up. A good death by pet standards.

There's a whole other story about young boy Erik awakening his necromantic magic by accidentally "resurrecting" Nemmy and creating his first Bone Minion, but that's also not for this post. Nemmy is still around in the Haptem manor, a large and old Bone Minion with a pretty pink ribbon around its thin, sinewy neck.

[fnafocseries2]

This is the first look at Jennifer’s backstory and who is this rabbit character he’s a immortality error aka Victor

Victor is Jennifer’s dad he is a scientist and doll maker

This rabbit is a plush toy this plush name is actually Mr Arthur because he’s a living being

[allthingsmustfall]

For @rockscanfly ‘s prompt of “charles gets to watch arthur do embarrassing shit all the time. whats one time that arthur saw charles do something embarrassing?” which ate my brain and made me cackle incoherently to myself.

This is the ‘like thieves in the night’ verse, after they get to Serendipity and before John’s in the know:

Arthur’s been loitering near the stables, avoiding Hosea’s endless dickering to make nice with some a new foal and its weary momma, so it’s only seeing Charles’ back go rigid that makes him glance up.

It’s a bright spring morning, just barely out of the grip of winter, and they’d ridden down to the Smit’s ranch to pick up a few head of cattle for the farm, something that Arthur figures should’ve taken ten minutes, but with Hosea there’s always twenty minutes of small talk and an hour of haggling over prices, so he’d settled in for the long haul while Charles inspected the herd.

Arthur leans out of the barn to get a better look at Charles, who’d been leaning against the fence, smiling vaguely as he looked out over the rolling hills. He’s not doing that now - his hackles are up and he jumps back from the fence like he’s touched a live wire, furtively casting around like he’s looking for cover in a firefight.

Doesn’t seem to Arthur that anything’s changed, really, Hosea’s still up on the porch with the owner, and it seems his eldest daughter has stepped out to join them. She’s a nice enough girl, just turned twenty with no ring on her finger, and she’s plush and soft in the way Mary was, like she’d break should Arthur so much as look at her wrong. Matilda, Arthur remembers suddenly, her name’s Matilda.

Glancing back to Charles, he finds the man has jumped the fence, making for the side door of the stable, creeping along like he’s hunting game.

“Charles!” Matilda calls from the porch, her voice bubbling with the kind of excitement that only comes with youth. She dashes down the steps, her skirts in hand. “Daddy didn’t mention you’d be coming down too!”

From where he’s leaning, Arthur can see Charles’ face through the side window as he’s caught, and his eyes go rabbit-wide, and he mutters a curse that Arthur has only ever heard him use when he’s talking about the Army or Dutch.

“Heey there, Matilda,” he says, voice strained as he turns on his heel, still backing away slowly.

Matilda is fussing with her hair, straightening her dress as she comes up on the fence. “I told you,” she teases, “My friends call me Maddie.”

Charles makes a strained noise and backs into one of the struts holding up the stable’s overhang. “I - yes. Sorry, Maddie. I was just - just going to take a closer look at the herd -”

“You know,” Matilda says, like she’s being subtle or shy, “I never did get a chance to thank you proper for seeing me home after Glenda threw a shoe.”

Charles throws up his hands, “No need for thanking,” he says quickly. “Just - being neighborly.”

“Lending me your coat,” Matilda goes on, oblivious, “Letting me squeeze up behind you on the saddle - “

Purposefully, Arthur bites down on his knuckles to stifle a laugh .Somehow, Charles has neglected to relate this particular little story of neighborly good-deeding. Funny, that.

“I just - the weather was real bad,” Charles says, still backing away. Arthur has seen him less wary around rattlers. “Just - best for all that you got home safe -”

“It was just so - heroic,” she says, wistfully. “Daddy says you’re an American? You used to be a cowboy out on the frontier?”

“Oh no I - I just - I - just ranching, mostly,” Charles lies, because if the girl wants heroic stories, then Arthur’s got a few dozen to fill her head up with. “Nothing interesting -”

Matilda sighs gustilly, fanning her chest as she positions herself in a way she must think looks enticing, but mostly seems uncomfortable. “It sounds so romantic.”

“It’s not,” Charles says, almost plaintively. “It’s really -”

“Oh no,” she says, purposefully letting an old handkerchief flutter into the muddy paddock. “I dropped my handkerchief.” She leans over the fence, making as if to grab it, but even from this angle Arthur can tell she’s just shoving her breasts together as she leans over, deepening her cleavage with a lot of creative positioning and hope. “Would you be a dear and grab that for me?”

Charles stills, looking from the girl to the pile of manure it’s landed in and says, deliberately, “I’d just as soon leave it, miss, I think it’s ruined.”

Arthur just about has to shove his fist into his mouth to silent a peel of laughter at that, almost doubling over.

The girl pouts, but goes on unperturbed. “You know, I’m a really good baker,” she says hopefully, perking up. “I’d love to come by Serendipity sometime, just to show my appreciation. Momma says no one makes pie like me, you know. Would you like a slice of my pie, Charles?”

Charles just about yelps, probably because he backed his way onto a loose, rusty nail in the side of the barn, cowering back like he’s never done for lawmen or O’Driscolls or the god damn US Army, but it’s just as well, because that sends Arthur to the ground, wracked with silent laughter, and the shout covers the noise of him sinking to the ground.

“I don’t - like pie,” Charles says shortly, which as far as metaphors goes, ain’t even a little bit wrong. “I. My. I been stepping out with Tilly Jackson for a long while now, and she makes, uh, some real nice biscuits, though -”

“You mentioned her,” Matilda says, her voice going a bit suspicious. “I saw her ‘round the market last weekend and she seems real surprised you told me about the two of you -”

I bet she was, Arthur thinks hysterically, another peel of laughter trying to claw its way out of his throat.

“Oh no,” Charles whispers to himself, quietly. Arthur claws his way back to his feet just to see how wide his eyes have gotten, and he’s not disappointed. There’s small rodents living out in the desert with less fear of hawks than Charles has for Matilda Smit in this moment.

“-and she told me you two called things quits? She said you’re a real gentleman but you broke her heart.”

“Did she,” Charles says darkly, in a tone of voice that promised later retribution.

“I think any woman would be lucky to have you, Charles Smith,” she says, earnest and sweet, blinking big brown eyes at him like a fawn in spring.

“That’s - uh, that’s real kind, but really, it was Miss Tilly who broke, uh, my heart,” he says quickly, “I’m just. A broken man about it.”

Tactical mistake, Arthur thinks. In his misspent youth, Arthur has used that line to the exact opposite effect that Charles is hoping for.

On cue, Matilda makes an anguished noise. “Oh you poor thing,” she says, hitching her skirts up to climb over the fence. “Oh, women can be so, so cruel, you deserve yourself a good wife, and lots of babies running around -”

“No, no, no, miss, please!” Charles says, pure panic in his voice, “You’ll muddy your skirts. You just. Stay over there.”

“You’re such an gentleman,” she says, almost as if it pains her, but she at least stops trying to go over the fence. “I was thinking, maybe you’d like to come around some evening,” she says, and her voice goes sly for a moment, “You know, my daddy is driving the herd down to Montreal the end of the month -”

If he was a good man, Arthur would stop this, but thank god he’s a bastard because the anguished noise that Charles makes at that invitation is one that will bring Arthur joy for years and years to come.

“I wouldn’t want to - to presume, Miss Smit -”

“Maddie!” the girl says sharply.

“Maddie! I wouldn’t - I wouldn’t want to bring you any trouble-”

“I like a bit of trouble-”

“And I just - the farm needs me -”

“You’re so responsible -”

“And I, I, uh, uh -”

“No need to get flustered, Charles,” the girl says, all sweet and understanding, “We both want the same thing-”

“Arthur!” Hosea calls jovially, striding into the barn and drawing up short when he finds Arthur doubled over, barely holding back tears of laughter. “What on earth are you-?”

“...Arthur?” Charles growls from the other side of the wall, suddenly glaring in through the window at the pair of them. “You been there the -”

“Mister Matthews,” Matilda says, sounding put out and sour, “Charles and I were just - “

“I’m real sorry, Miss Smit,” Charles says quickly, “We best be on our way. Gotta drive the cattle home -”

“Think Hosea and I could manage it the two of us,” Arthur says helpfully, palming away tears. “If you wanted to -”

“No!” Charles says, then more calmly, “No, no, I think it’s best we all three of us go, just to be sure. Sides,” he says, glaring at Arthur, “We got things to discuss when we make it home.”

Arthur flashes him a sharp, innocent smile, shrugging. “Don’t wanna get in the way of young lo-”

“I’ll go see to the horses,” Charles snaps, heaving himself over the fence and stalking away to where they’d reined up the horses, but not so fast that Matilda doesn’t have the opportunity to lean over, whisper too loudly, “End of the month!”

“What on earth was that about?” Hosea asks, frowning faintly after him.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll tell you the whole thing,” Arthur says, laughing despite himself. Charles was gonna skin him alive, but there wasn’t a force on earth that could stop him telling everyone back home.

~A few hours later~

Lenny is laughing so hard he can’t breathe, doubled over on the ground, looking near to passing out, and Sean and Karen ain’t much better off, both leaning against each other to stay upright.

“I think it’s entirely fair I said what I said,” Tilly says, unrepentant. “What on earth were you thinking? You know I’m thinking about letting Beau Montreau step out with me, and he’s skittish as a cat -”

“I’m just telling her I’m an invert,” Charles says wearily, headown on the table and, taking pity on him, Arthur quietly refills his glass. “It was a nice life here, but it’s time we moved on.”

“And break her heart?” Lenny manages, weeping with laughter. “You scoundrel.”

“Now I ain’t a jealous man,” Arthur says, enjoying this far, far too much, “But if you’re leaving me for her, best you just come out with it, do it quick like setting a bone.” Arthur makes a show of marshalling himself. “Do it now, quick, while I’m ready.”

Charles’ lashes out, but Arthur ducks the smack deftly, catching his hand and pressing a kiss to his unresisting knuckles, only dropping it when the door creaks open behind them. John struts in looking pleased with himself, fresh back from town with the groceries. “Ya’ll will never guess what I heard down in town - seems Charles’s finally got himself a woman - hey, hey! What’s so goddamned funny!”

[sweets-fanfics]

Homecoming 12

Title: Spaghetti?

Wordcount: 4183 (I dont feel sorry at all)

Warnings: Fluff, glorious suger teeth rotting fluff (at the end)

Tag: @rollyjogerjones

AN: Im not sorry I wrote alot. There was too much I wanted to put.

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When you woke up the next morning Arthur wasn’t asleep next to you. You look around a bit confused. You put your feet over the edge which accidentally lands on a sleeping Bear as he’s stretched out across the floor. You scratch his belly with your foot before stepping over him to get up.

You slowly begin to wake up more as you slip on your jeans and boots. You’re taking your hair out of the braid it was in when you step out of the tent in practically into Abigail. “Good Mornin’ Y/N, is Jack hidin’ in there?” 

“No, he’s isn’t I’m sorry Miss Roberts.”

She waves you off trying to not look worried, “I’m sure it’s nothin’ he probably just got distracted. 

She starts to wander away still calling for him, “I’ll check down by the river for you.” You call to her and head down by all the wood that had been washed to shore. “Jack!” You yell out. A small head pops out from behind a log. 

“I’m right here, Auntie Y/N.” He waves and grins.

“Jack, your mother is worried sick about.” You say as you lean over to see what he’s doing. “What mess are you makin’?” You ask with a smile.

“I found a lizard.” He points to the underside of the log, “I’m tryin’ to catch it to show Momma.”

“I’m not entirely sure how she’d feel about a lizard…” You didn’t seem to happy to see one either but curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed a stick to help. “Maybe we can show Henry.” 

“You think he likes bug?” Jack asks.

“He used to chase me with them when we were your age.” You grin at him, “It was before I became the tough one.”

“Whoa… I thought he only liked Stars.”

“Well… he does like them stars but I think all boys like bugs,” Jack looks at you surprised before looking again.

As the two of you look you begin to hear Bear growl somewhere behind you. You look around and see him growling into a bush, “Bear. Come here, are you growling at a rabbit again?” 

That’s when you hear the sounds of two guns clicking. You grab Jack’s hand about to make a run for it when two men step out with guns aimed. “You two, call off the mutt and come with us.” The first man demands. You pick up Jack who clings onto you. “Now.” The man demands. 

You look back but see you guys are just out of reach to yell for help. “Bear, down.” You order. Bear looks at you with a confused look but backs away anyway.

“Make him go.” The man orders. 

You swallow hard before nodding slowly. “Bear, go to Arthur.” Bear gets excited knowing that when you say that it usually means Arthur is home and a new play buddy had arrived. He turns and growls at the men one more time before running towards camp.

“Alright, now you two come with us.”

“Can the boy stay? He won’t say anythin’,” You feel like you’re practically begging but the men don’t seem swayed.

“Both. Let’s go.” 

You look back at camp one last time. You knew you had a pistol hidden by Jack when you picked him up. You decide the safest bet would probably be going now and getting help later. “Jack, we are going to go with these men okay?” 

“Why do they have guns?” He asks as you begin to follow them.

“They use them to make sure…  African Lions… don’t attack us on our journey.”

Jack giggles, “Silly Aunt Y/N there aren’t any Lions here.”

You smile and play along, “Ah. How do you know? You haven’t seen one, right?” Jack shakes his head no, “Well I know for a fact that Arthur saw one a few months ago.” Jack’s jaw drops, “It tried to eat him too.”

“Arthur must be strong.”

You look at the two men watching you as you walk, “He’s very strong. And has a short fuse.” You say the last part louder. They ignore you so you continue to distract Jack for the duration of the trip to the manor.

“Shut it you two.” The second man yells as you walk up to the Braithwaite manor. 

You watched the front doors as they swung open and you honestly didn’t know if the two of you would be okay. Mrs. Braithwaite stepped out. 

“Ah, the pawns are here.” She says grimly.

“We are actually about to go.” You say as you pull the pistol from under Jack and aim it at her. Instantly more men appear holding guns aimed at you. You kick yourself for not figuring that more people would be here. “Let’s us go…”

“I’m afraid we need to use you two for revenge.” 

Before you have time to respond, a gun hits the back of your head making you blackout.

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Arthur rides back into camp still stressed over Sean’s death. Arthur knew that the boy didn’t deserve to be killed. And he was already fuming with Micah… well being Micah. He just wanted to see you. He knew simply seeing your face would not make it all feel as bad as it all was. He wanted to just hold you for a while before needing to face what had to happen. 

He hitches up Athena and looks over the camp to see a crowd forming in front of Dutch’s tent. “Arthur.” He calls to him in a panicked voice. His face seems as white as snow as he puts a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, “Have you seen the boy? Jack? Or was Y/N with you?”

Arthur looks at him confused, “No… I just had finished Bill burry Sean,” He looks around as Henry and Abigail start to march towards them.  

“Where’s my son?” Abigail demands. “Where is my son Dutch Van Der Linde?” 

“We can’t find Y/N either,” Henry adds. 

“I saw her this morning when I was lookin’ for Jack, she said she’d check by the river.” 

Arthur looks around, “Well where’s Bear. He follows her everywhere.” At the sound of his name, Bear darts out of Arthur’s tent and sits in front of Arthur. “The one damn time…” He mumbles, “Bear, go get Y/N.” He commands getting Bear excited. He barks and darts towards the last place he saw you. 

Arthur and the other three follow close behind him until Bear stops by the log and starts growling as he sniffs the ground. “Everyone,” Hosea calls out walking up behind the group. “Kieran says he thought he saw some men near the camp. Said they looked like Braithwaites.”

Dutch’s face starts to turn red. “Let’s go pay them a visit then.” Arthur and Henry follow both getting equally angry. “Abigail, we will bring your boy back.”

“Dutch,” Bill calls as he, Charles, Javier, Lenny, and John all join them, “We heard about Jack and Y/N, do you need some extra men?”

“Of course,” Dutch says as he climbs his horse, “Micah, Pearson, keep an eye on the camp.”

Arthur takes off before half the men are even on their horses yet. Soon he’s joined by John, Henry and then Dutch and Hosea. He can hear the others but at the moment his concerns are making sure you and Jack are safe.

“Who steals a child?” John asks still in disbelief.

“Jack will be fine. He must’ve been taken as a pawn. No one wants to ever hurt a child.” Hosea tries to reassure him. “Besides, if Y/N’s with him he’ll be well protected.” 

“I’ll kill any of those bastards if they hurt my sister,” Henry says looking scarily a bit like an angry Dutch. 

“I can assure you, you ain’t the only one.” Arthur grunts. 

All the men stop outside the manor parking their horses on the side of the road. “Alright… As hard as it’s gonna be let’s keep our heads,” Hosea warns all the men. “Our goal is to get the two and get out.” 

All men nod in agreement before walking calmly in a line towards the manor. Everyone has a pistol out and ready to go if need be. Two men from the house walk up to meet them. 

“Well well, knew you’d all show up.”

“Where’s my son, you bastard?” John starts but Dutch holds out a hand stopping him.

“We want my daughter, and his son returned immediately.” 

One of the men laughs and smacks his brother’s shoulder, “I told you she was his.” His brother chuckles, “See? Didn’t I say they had the same angry face when she tried to pull a fast one on us.” 

Arthur and Henry tense up hearing that you tried something. “You are correct dear brother, She put up a good fight too. Until we finally got her.” Arthur began to raise a gun to ask what he meant when Henry fires at the man killing him instantly and plunging everyone into a fight. 

The gang scatters and hides behind stuff to take out the men outside before going to search the house. Arthur stays near Henry still unsure if the boy could fight in a gunfight. “Alright,” Dutch calls, “Let’s search inside.”

Arthur checks the whole house before meeting the rest of the men upstairs. He sees Dutch and Hosea trying to open the door to a bedroom. He quickly joins them and with a final heave, the cabinet in front of the door falls over.

“Thank you, Arthur,” Dutch says quickly as they head in the room quickly knocking out two men. 

“She’s in here,” Dutch says pulling out the old woman by her collar. “Where’s my daughter.” Dutch demands. 

“You killed my sons!” She screamed. 

“And I’m sure you have more I can kill too if you don’t tell me where you are hiding Y/N and Jack.” Dutch groans as she refuses to talk. “Fine, burn the place.” He shoots one of the bodies in the head making the woman scream before dragging her to the front of the house. 

“The house is empty, we searched everywhere,” Hosea says angry, “I told you she was crazy, Dutch.”

“That you did.” He throws the old lady on the ground. “Now. Where are they?”

“I sold them.” She yells, “To Angelo Bronte.”

“Angelo Bronte in Saint Denise?” Arthur asks.

“Yes, and they are either there, or on a boat to Italy.” She spits at Arthur.

“Let’s go then,” Dutch says turning away and having to practically drag Henry with him.

“What about her?” Arthur asks.

“Leave her, she has nothing left to live for anyway.” Dutch waves off the old woman as she runs towards the manor up in flames.

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You woke with a jump to find yourself in a huge plush bed with white sheets. Jack is curled into a ball sleeping next to you in very nice looking clothes. You glance at yourself to see that you’re in a white nightgown. You seemed to be in a mansion or something. 

You shake Jack softly, “Jack... where are we?”

The boy sits up and yawns, “Auntie Y/N you’re awake!” He hugs you tightly, “Papa Bronte said the ‘mean hillbillies’ hit you in the head really hard.” 

“Papa Bronte?” You ask confused.

“That would be me.” A voice says as the doors to the bedroom open. A man in a red robe with a weird black hat on, walk in the room and smile. “I hope you are feeling better.”

“You’re… Luca’s father.” You say still not fully awake.

“Ah, so you are the music shop-girl my son used to pine over.” He cheered in a thick Italian accent. “He’ll be so happy to know you are here.”

“Sir… I’m sorry but I must bring him back to his mother.”

“No!” He snaps in a scary voice. “You will stay here and they can come for you if they want.” He adds back in his soft voice. 

You tighten your grip on Jack just a bit. Bronte suddenly claps his hands making you jump, “Let us go down and see if dinner is ready. We are having spaghetti.”

“What’s that?” Jack asks you. You simply shrug and get up to follow the man. You keep a tight hold on Jack's hand as he follows you. 

“Where are your slippers?” Bronte asks as you two exit the room. 

“Slippers?” You ask as the man claps his hands and a maid appears out of another room. She quickly enters your room and comes back with two pairs of slippers. She places each pair at yours and Jack’s feet. 

“These are your night ones.” He explains. You and Jack look at each other before slipping them on. “Good, let us head downstairs, I’m famished.” 

You follow him downstairs to a dining room with a huge wooden table in the middle. Only three plates are set up.

“Do you live alone here, Mr. Bronte?” You ask as you and Jack sit down.

“Ah yes, it gets lonely. But at least I have company.” He gestures to the two of you as two butlers come in and set plates of a weird dish in front of you and Jack.

You both look at it confused. “It looks like worms…” Jack whispers to you.

“This is Spaghetti. It’s pasta in tomato sauce.” Bronte explains. “It’s food, I promise.”

You still look at it a bit concerned but Jack shrugs a bit and tries it. You watch him for a reaction. He smiles after the first bite. “It’s really good Auntie Y/N.” You sigh with relief and try a bite as well. Jack wasn’t wrong. It’s really good. However, you aren’t sure you are eating it right. 

“I’m glad the two of you are enjoying the meal. How is your head miss?” He asks you before taking another bite.

“It’s sore, but I’ll be okay… I’ve had worse in the past.” You look down a bit.

“I expected that, living with cowboys. Must be a mess.” You smile a bit. “Do you have a cowboy?” He asks you making your cheeks red. 

“I… uh…”

Jack cuts you off, “She’s gonna get married to Uncle Arthur.” 

You blush like crazy and shush him, “What? Who told you that?”

“Momma said that since you moved into his tent that must mean you are going to get married.” He says, repeating his mother’s words.

“Well… let’s not spread rumors.” You say quickly taking another bite.

“Arthur, huh?” Bronte asks. “Tell me, miss, is he better than my son?” You eye him across the table. This was a test. You knew it. If you say yes he gets angry because you don’t like his son, which you don’t. But if you say no… he could possibly use that to his advantage. In any case, you lose. 

You sigh and shrug, “I was never truly with your son. I always thought we were just friends.” You lie to him and you feel like he can tell. “How long was I out for, sir?”

He thinks a bit, “Perhaps a day…” He says as if he isn’t truly sure. 

Before you can ask another question there’s a knock at the door. A servant peaks his head in. “Sir… There are some men here to see you.” You grab Jack’s hand as Bronte stands. 

“Of course, they seem quick. Make sure these two get upstairs to their room.”

You look at him and stand up, “I would like to see my father.” You say trying to seem taller than you are. 

Bronte gives you a dirty look, “You will go upstairs.” He says in a threatening tone. “Now.” Before he gets scarier you pick up Jack and take him upstairs.

“But I wanna see my Pa…” Jack sighs sadly as you sit him on your bed. 

“We will.” You promise him. “Do you know where my clothes are?” 

“They threw them away.” You groan and put your hands on your head. “I kept this though,” Jack adds making you look at him. He lifts his pillow and shows you your gun belt he had hidden. “I couldn’t find your gun though…” You hug Jack tightly.

“Well… I guess now we gotta wait.”

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It seemed like hours later when you finally heard a knock at your door. Jack had been sitting on the bed asking you to make up stories to tell him while you sat on the bench at the foot of the bed. You stood up as the door opened and stood in front of Jack. 

Bronte gave a fake smile, “Ah, it looks as if they are awake.” 

Before you can think of a witty response he opens the door wider and you see your dad walk in. 

“Pa…” You smile as he pulls you into a strong hug. You don���t realize you started crying a bit until you pull away and he quickly wipes your cheeks. “Took you long enough,” You adding jokingly.

“My dear girl, I’m sorry. A lot happened…” You look at him confused, “The Grays… they tricked us. Sean died…” You sat back on the bench taking it in. “Then when we were looking for you the Pinkertons found us and we had to move camp.” 

“We moved again?” You ask.

“We had no choice. But we are closer to Saint Denis now.” You sighed still saddened about Sean. Yeah, he could be annoying but he was always nice. “I’m glad you are okay, Jack,” Dutch says as the boy sits by you.

“Where’s Henry? Or Arthur…” You ask standing again.

“Mr. Bronte here sent them on a little job in exchange for you two.” 

Bronte speaks up again, “Oh yes… Let me have one of my maids get you some more medicine for the back of your head.” He walks away. 

“What happened?” Dutch asked getting mad.

“It’s nothing, I tried to pull a gun on the Braithwaites and one of them hit me over the head.” You feel the back of your head… of course it was still tender. 

“Well…” your father thinks a moment. “I probably would have done that as well.”

You smile at each other as he kisses your forehead. “Also… what are you wearing?” He asks looking at your nightgown.

“They put me in this and threw my clothes away. Said they were dirty,” You roll your eyes annoyed. “My favorite pair of pants…” Well, your only. “I’ll have to buy some new ones.”

“Well, I’m just happy you aren’t hurt too much.” 

“Let’s go wait outside… Jack and I are pretty tired of being indoors.” You suggest. 

“Great idea. Fresh air always helps. Besides, I believe we have to have a heart to heart chat.” He pats your shoulder as he turns away. Luckily it seems he doesn’t see your face turn pale. 

Great. What’s he going to ask? You thought to yourself.  He must know about Arthur and me.

The three of you walk to the front yard. You and Dutch sit on the step while Jack runs around the gated yard looking for bugs. “Bronte mentioned something in passing when we were talking.”

You gulp, “What did he say?” You try to sound nonchalant.

“Well… He kept referring to Arthur as your… Fiance.” There it was.

You look away from him pretending to check on Jack. “Oh… Well, Jack was just repeatin’ somethin’ Abigail had said jokingly.” You are a horrible liar and you know it but you were not ready for him to know.

“So there is no truth to it?” He asks in the tone you have learned to know means he knows your full of shit. 

“Well…” You weren’t one to lie to family about something as big as marriage. “It ain’t completely not true.” You kick yourself as your voice gets a tad higher at the end.

“And what does that mean? Did Arthur ask you?”

You finally look at him. In all honesty, he seems a bit betrayed. You couldn’t understand why. “Well no. He didn’t.” You say honestly, “I… I asked him.” 

“Did ya now…” You can hear a tint of anger. 

“Yeah… and… he may have accepted. I mean we’ve been together for what… almost half a year now?”

“And you didn’t think of asking me?” And there was the main problem. He wasn’t involved.

“Well, Daddy,” You pull out the sweet words, “I wanted it to just be me and Arthur for a bit before we bring everyone in. We ain’t even sure it’s gonna happen yet seeing as we are runnin’ from Pinkertons.” Before Dutch has time to respond the front gate opens making you sigh in relief, “Oh, thank god.”

You stand and run to Arthur. He meets you halfway and pulls you into a strong hug. Despite Dutch giving us eyes, Arthur lifts your face to his and kisses you long and hard. “You are just a magnet of trouble ain’t ya.” He says softly as he hugs you again.

“One of my many talents.” You say with a grin. 

“Pa!” Jack yells and runs to John. John drops to his knees and hugs him tightly. 

“I assume the job is done?” Bronte asks appearing on the doorstep. 

“Yeah. All done.” Arthur says without letting you go.

“Well then, I assume you are free to go. But do try to come to my garden party at the mayor’s.” And with that Bronte disappears inside. 

“Let’s go get you some clothes,” Arthur says as he brings you to his horse and lifts you on.

“Arthur we gotta talk.” You say in a quiet tone.

“What happened?” He looks at you a bit concerned.

“Bronte… he told Dutch about us.”

“I hope your father knows we are together.” He jokes as you start riding back to camp with John and Dutch in front.

“No you silly man, he told Dutch about us being engaged.”

Arthur quickly pulls his horse to be slower, “How did he find that out?”

“Jack had heard his momma makin’ a joke about it and took it seriously.”

“So basically the whole camp kinda figured it out?”

“I’m not sure…” You sighed, “I liked it bein’ our secret for a bit.”

You can feel him chuckle as your arms are wrapped around him, “Yeah me too.”

“To be perfectly honest… I just wanted to elope.” You admit making Arthur stop his horse completely. 

He turns so he can look at you properly. “Really?” 

You nod, “But now Dutch is gonna make it a big thing.” 

He nods a bit in agreement before rummaging through his bag. “To be perfectly honest with you as well,” He pulls out two silver bands. “I kinda wanted the same thing.” 

You both look at each other and smile. “Mr. Morgan, how did you get these?” 

He chuckles and hands you the smaller one. You get a closer look at it and see a small diamond on it. “I paid for them.” He smiles proudly. 

“We gonna do this on Athena?” You ask smiling. 

“Well, you're already in white. So nows a good time as ever.” You both chuckle at each other.

________________________

He takes you to a small cliff overlooking the Heartlands. The sun was starting to just peak it’s head over the horizon. He hops off of Athena and carefully helps you down. You notice he has on the blue shirt you love so much. It really brings out all the colors in his blue-green eyes. He looks around the ground for a moment before saying a soft ‘ah-ha’ and bends down to pull some wildflowers. He hands all but one to you. You giggle as he puts the one he kept in your ear. 

“There. Extra beautiful.” He says with a smirk. 

You dust some dirt from his shoulder and step closer to him, “Ah… already perfect.” You say making him roll his eyes.

You both just stare at each other for a moment. You can feel how red your face is and you can see his cheeks turning red. “I don’t know how to do this.” You admit shyly.

“Me neither…” He softly takes your hand and slips the ring on your finger. “Y/N I promise to always take care of you. I’ll cherish you forever and always keep you safe, warm and happy. I love you so dang much.” 

You take his hand and slip his ring on to his finger. “Arthur, I promise to always have your back and protect you. I’ll care for you when you are ill and even when you are healthy. I feel like the luckiest woman to have you. I love you so much.”

He takes your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. It was different from the other kisses you’ve shared with him. It felt almost magical in a sense that made you feel silly. You can feel him smile as he holds you close to him. 

“Well, I do believe I’m allowed to call you Mrs. Morgan now.”

[xsprxsso]

he could feel his anchor beating faster and faster , even more so the moment he left - knowing what he left behind. [a box , filled with chocolates & little fruits. along with that was necklace with a silver chain. the necklace had no gem, rather a glass heart filled with pink and red roses, little green leaves. and finally, a small rabbit plushie , and a very simple note. " i am not sure if you will like it but here, , , P.S: do not fret. the chocolate is homemade. or castlemade?" -A]

Riley was just stepping out, about to honor her promise to herself to get pink monster in spirit of the holiday, when she noticed the box on her doorstep. She tilted her head curiously, picking it up and bringing it inside the house. Who on Earth would've left something like this at her door, on a day like today...?

She sets it down on the kitchen counter, somewhat out of the cats' reach. She opens it slowly, peaking inside. She pulls out the box of fruits and chocolate first, staring in silent awe. This is nothing you'd find at the store, they almost looked too nice to even eat. Already, a blush creeps over her cheeks and nose. She ignores it, pulling out the necklace with care to examine it.

Woah.

She holds it up, the light of the setting sun bringing out all of the details of the little roses and leaves cast inside of it. The glass is cool against her palm as she holds it close. She finds the clasp on the chain and fiddles with it for a moment to get it open, bringing both ends around her neck and closing it. The glass heart rests just over her heart, which had begun to beat faster and faster as she tried to think of who had put this box at her door.

Whoever left this must really think highly of her to gift her something so nice...

She lifted the plush rabbit from the box and held back a squeal, hugging it close. It was so adorable...! There was no way she wasn't keeping this close around the house. She debated even leaving now, when she could stay home and cuddle this while waiting for her show to air.

But alas, the need for energy drinks was strong enough to combat that urge to stay home.

Lastly was the note, carefully folded at the bottom of the box. Still holding the plushie close, she unfolded it, blushing brighter as she realized who the gifts were left by as she read it.

Oh.

-A

Oh.

Arthur.

Oh stars- Arthur had left all of this?! That meant he'd received her gift, he had to, he wouldn't have just left this at her door for no reason!

"Y-you- god dammit-" Riley stammered, setting down the note and burying her face in the rabbit's soft head. Just when she thought she had him figured out, he finds new ways to surprise her.

Oh, Arthur... so kind, going out of his way to give her a gift in return. She held the rabbit closer, imagining for just a moment that it was him. She longed to be in his presence, giving affection to the stuffed rabbit that she would to him... if only-

A long couple of minutes passed before she composed herself, taking a deep breath and no longer having the urge to scream, like some sort of excited teenager. She still had an errand to run, possibly two so she didn't overthink any of this.

When she finally did leave the house, she had a hand around the glass heart on her chest. Back in the living room, the rabbit was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, nestled between her cats, waiting for her to come back.

[jf3co]

Hackery Daiquiri - A Free-Writing Exercise of Beginnings Written During a Tropical Storm in Puerto Rico...

Rebecca turned on the light.

Robert lay on his back on the plush carpet ensconced tightly in one of her hoodies. His head and shoulders angled towards her in the doorway. He was half in the hallway. On his belly lay an opened styrofoam clamshell To Go container of leftover fried shrimp and cold french fries.

He pushed with his feet, sliding on his back, while eating soggy shrimp, tails and all, into the room; a shocking red trail of cocktail sauce staining the carpet.

It was October.

The Phillies had just won the pennant.

"What are you doing?", she asked.

He did not reply.

Brigand Pete stomped the length of the ship from the forecastle to the captain's quarters, ruminating how this unlikely path of his has taken him from the wood outside of Londontown to this warm Mediterranean sea.

The quartermaster opened the door for him. It seems his worthy opponent was finally ready to surrender the ship.Brigand Pete first made eye contact with the Lady Fairlane, still strong and defiant in her shackles, who gave him a look of utmost disgust, not the long, yearning looks from their more youthful time together.

"I am told the captain will surrender now, milady."

"The captain is dead," she spat.

Brigand Pete removed finally his attention from the Lady Fairlane to acknowledge the captain. True enough he hung limp in his shackles. He would captain this cursed galleon no more.

Brigand Pete turns to his quartermaster and states: "Captain Fairlane is to receive full honors and a burial at sea. Inform this to the remainder of the captive crew and set the expectation that they are to be in full dress in attendance." Brigand Pete pivots, then pauses, forgetting something... "Oh, and set the Lady Fairlane free."

A waft of gunpowder and splintered timber blew in through a porthole. The call of an albatross comes in on the breeze.

Jonathan galloped into the room like a cowboy.

He had just removed his shirt, whipping it about, prior to flossing it back and forth, ass to crotch, between his legs.

Hermione looked up from her needlepoint; it was an Urban Outfitters vintage stating "Pussy Makes Me Dizzy".

April rain blew splatter in through the window, perpetually stuck slightly open from old, swollen paint.

Hermione sneezed twice - it was mold season - and gently placed her project on her knees. She then gathered a balled up sock from Jonathan's side of the bed and pegged him with it.

"Get the fuck out of here and go do something productive," lackadaisical despite the harsh words.

"I am being summoned to dance! I am being summoned to dance!" Jonathan continues cantering down the hall as both Pomeranians, Luther and Vandross, join the reverie yapping at his heels.

The TV talked about how to make a donation to a family who had just lost everything in a fire.

It was hard to keep track of these things any more, thought Hermione.

Lester stood outside as if frozen. Despite the cool, his palms sweaty on the knob. He could not bring himself to complete the simple act of the necessary half rotation to open the door. He imagined her, on the other side of the door, shushing her lover with a lovely forearm and listening intently for more of the structured sound she thought she heard; the sound of Lester's untimely arrival. Lester knew, despite the paperwork, despite the newly-established illegality of this simple act of visitation, despite his monomaniacal intent, she had not yet changed the locks; being helpless at that sort of thing, she would always say that some things were 'his job' with a laugh. Lester tightly gripped the old, drab green army surplus trenching shovel in his other hand - the hand of his good shoulder, his strong hand - and held his breath listening; the way he saw it he was free to add a few things of his own to the His Job list these days. No one to laugh him any more.

After a period of time, after the thumping of blood in his ears calmed to a gentle susurration, after his vision refocused to the tiny pinpoints of tunnel vision that had been driving his actions of late, after he calmed the sticky sweet whisky breathes catching between his dry, inflamed teeth, Lester flung the door open with a shocking crash. The door stuck immediately in the drywall. His eyes slowly acclimated to the dark. The room was empty. The house was empty.

Sepulturero expanded his encapsulation to shoo away the thickness of atmospheric midges, then immediately dimmed it once more so that a Phased Entry could be calculated and executed by the suit. By design, Mars has no doors that open to the inhabitable outside. His corporeal form split, then each piece split again, happening exponentially, until it could pass sufficiently through the lattice entry portal. The atoms of this gateway phased to pull at matter aligned to the right pattern, drawing him in; for every lock there is a key.

Generosity commanded her field of vision to accommodate the entirety of the woven canvas living quarters and note his entry. She was conjuring through the DMZ. The Lucifer module was in her grasp. She had the renegade AI pegged to a spitting mad, white hot ball. Photons were draining from the rest of the space, leaving her surrounded in preternatural darkness.

Sepulturero coalesced, then dusted off the fine, gray ash of hapless midges now decommissioned."We do not know enough about this yet to begin to wield..."

She cut him off, "If it continues to consume the atmospherics there will be no more air, our mission will have failed, and we will all soon be dead."

Lucifer suddenly flared causing Generosity to refocus on the task at hand: taming the beast.

The gentle shudder of the ground beneath their feet marked yet another arrival on the rocket pad. More lungs to feed.

Dick opens the door. See Dick open the door. The door is open, Dick.

Dick sees Jane and smiles. See Dick smile. Dick smiles at Jane.

Jane is removing the plastic packaging from a sharp titanium triton she just received from Etsy. See Jane remove the plastic packaging from a sharp titanium triton she just received from Etsy. Jane removed all the plastic packaging from a sharp titanium triton she just received from Etsy.

"Hi Jane," Dick says with a wave. See Dick wave. Wave, Dick, wave.

Jane hefts the triton and in one perfect motion pins Dick to the wall and doorjamb like a marshmallow on a fork. See Dick pinned to both the wall and the doorjamb with Jane's new triton like a marshmallow on a fork, after she hefted it with one perfect motion. Dick is pinned to the wall and the doorjamb by a new triton expertly hefted by Jane.

Do you like marshmallows?

Jebediah shouldered the cabin door open causing the whole structure to crackle, ice in the seams of the loose wood. A build up of snow prevented much more than a side-slipped entry. He first doffed his cloak, then, from outside the door, tossed two freshly killed rabbits in a fine arc onto the center table stained black from the oily smoke of the pine wood smoldering in the hearth.

Kaitlin looked over and smiled as she continued to drop rosemary sprigs into the boiling water of the kettle with one hand while rocking a drafty bassinet with the other.

The jounce of his entry coupled with the heat from the chimney loosed a sheaf of snow from the roof which slid off and dumped upon him mostly down his ragged collar.

They both paused then laughed simultaneously.He shook off like a dog then entered the cabin.

It is a good winter.

Jim stood giggling at the first closed door after winding his way up to the top of the marble steps in the foyer of the aging mansion. He was not alone. A handful of his friends were with him. They were deep into a psilocybin trip on mushrooms. His friends tried to keep him quiet to prevent him from ruining the surprise; but the idea of the surprise was too fun, too cohesive, too spontaneous, and therefore poorly executed. Jim regained his composure and gently opened the door swinging it wide. The girls, similarly deep in a psilocybin trip on mushrooms, had grown quite tired of the boys Kaiju wrestling in a knee deep swimming pool mere feet from the alpacas, and sequestered themselves in the frilly bedroom. The women surrounded an extraordinarily well-crafted charcuterie plate and nobly took turns selecting a piece like adults patiently waiting to spin the plastic spinner on the board game of Life. They all looked up with the exact same look of exasperation. Jim and the boys wondered at this magnificent setting. No one here designed this space, so the frills were what they were; though the frilly space was quickly determined to be the most haunted... but how did charcuterie happen? It was like stumbling upon playful wood nymphs bathing naked in a spring under a pale moon! And how could they get some? Jim stood with his boys in a chortling, beaming tableau, as composed as they could be under the shifting of circumstances. How much time had passed since they opened the door? They were in the hottest and driest place on earth - the hills of Ojai in September. Erica came over and shut the door in their faces. No words were exchanged. The hallway was dark and cool.

Arthur entered the door. It was a good door. Like the door of his Ohioan childhood home crafted by his father. The front is a long way from there and ages ago. Arthur loosed the fine Venetian knob. Lazy Italians can craft good doors. Elizabeth looked up. She kneaded her hands with tallow. Her right hand red and raw from nights spent mopping sweat off the brows of the injured and the mad confined to the infirmary. Arthur made to speak but stopped because nothing good could come of it. He smelled fresh bread. Paulo, the lame hotel boy, must've brought some by earlier. It would go well with the wine pressed upon him by the priest. Arthur removed his cloak and shook it. Once more he imagined the ashes of the cathedral gently falling like a twilight snow.

Ronnie, naked and holding a newly-opened bottle of champagne, stood as a silhouette in the doorway.

Linda looked up from her dissertation at his midsection and blushed.

Ronnie looked down then back up grinning wide."Linda, if ever we were to make a baby, now is the time!"

His basso profundo exclamation complimented by a peel of thunder that rolled across the congealed July night; there will be a smattering of rain.

"Alexa, play some Jodeci!", she lilted, shoving her dissertation aside.

Linda turned off the light.

[thornstocutyouwith]

Name: Moon-Flower Fearghas Modred Endymion Avery

Meaning of Name: Moon-Flower: a plant, Ipomoea alba, of the morning glory family, having fragrant white flowers  that bloom at night, Fearghas: "man of vigour", Modred: Son/nephew of Arthur, Endymion: To Enter, Dive In and is, Avery: Wise

Nickname(s):  Moon

Age: 30s-40s

Birthday: September 24

Species/Nationality: Human, Unknown 

Accent: No

Language spoken: English

Powers:

None

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies:  Psychotic Disorder, Delirium

Pet: Ferret ( Tater Tot, Male), Chinchilla Rabbit (Arctic, Male), Mongolian Gerbil ( Cherry, Female)

Occupation: Art Teacher/Herbalist/Potion Maker/Alchemist/Serial Killer

Faceclaim: Misha Collins

Description:  

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry:

Height: 6′ 2″

Weight: 155

Body Build: Fit

Backstory/Background:

Past

Moon was born in a hippie like commune. Where most of his childhood was filled with fruits and vegetables, as well as wild life. His parent’s could not of picked a more abandoned patch of earth if they had tried. Other hippies joined them and in this wooded area they all stayed and, life had become like a fucking party. No doctors, no government, well,..in a nosy kind of way that was blatantly obvious. Life went on peacefully, or seemingly so. That was until Moon’s sixteenth year.

Moon was bringing back home some fruit for his mother to serve later for dinner. He had left home that day with the sounds of something his parents called Woodstock, which had been older songs that the residents of the commune had liked to sing. That was how he had left them, in their peace. Though he had in his trek to scavenge for wild fruits came across some outsiders also tracking through the forest he had called home for so long. With a wave he greeted them before going on about his business.

With most of the residents being less than the stereotypical hippies that had for many years of his life often made a lot of noise around their camp, when he had arrived back with the fruit that evening there was only one sound, the sounds of something burning. The smells of it filled the air, smoke layered itself along the lower halves of the forest floor, blindingly. Moon had ran toward the flames at first, wanting to try and do what he could but had to fall back when it all became too much for him.

By the time that the fires had begun to die and the smoke began to clear it was obvious that many of the members of the commune had fled or died that night. Of the majority that had been able to survive the massacre was mostly children and teenagers like himself, because they were out gathering something for the usual dinner. The commune had dinner together. The adults worked on stuff near the home, and the children learned about their surroundings and stuff that couldn’t be taught normally at the commune.  Like how to hunt and kill a rabbit or deer. Moon, like the others not legally an adult yet had been hunted down by the authorities that had showed up within hours of the fire.

Many of his companions had been taken and reestablished into the normalcy of society once more. Though Moon initially escaped these trials and forced reeducation he soon came too join ‘society’ a couple years later.  Taking it upon himself during his time of absence to learn what he needed to to appear as normal as possible. Or at least, in some passable attempt. Even gaining a G.E.D. and going on to further education. Though he had one point moved to a small town of strange beings.

While there he had taken up a few new skills. Most thought him to be a peaceful, hippie gardener. Who everyone pretty much liked. Someone who taught their children and even grown adults how to create art. But their was a dark twisted side to this mortal in a town full of supernaturals. He was a murderer.       

Present

For many years Moon has gotten away with horrendous murders and kept up his disguise overall. Despite a few moments of losing his control in front of police and others snooping around his gardens and home. You see, Moon often drains the blood of his victims, and uses this blood to grow his supernatural herbs. As he has become quite a proficient occult-ish, Herbalist. There he greats potions, many of them deadly and wards of any supernatural threat against him with in his land. Making him one of the supernaturals more favored mortals living among them.  As they too benefit from his practices with the gardens. 

Future

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Solid, Leader, Gentle, Tolerant, Cheerful, Subtle, Hypnotic, Neutral, Skeptical, Amusing,  Aggressive, Casual, Quiet, Hateful, Resentful, Forgetful, Ritualistic, Unrestrained,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Tugs on the end of his sleeves when nervous, Gets lost all the time,

Likes: Pop stars, Parrots, Fairy tales, Medical science, Writing fanfiction, Playing pranks, Snails, Dodgeball, Gardening, Painting, Anthropomorphic Animals, Mice, Lost civilizations, Cats, Wolves, Murder, Blood, Herbalism, Drawing, 

Dislikes: Being intruded upon, Being accused of things, Plush animals, Ballet, Fighter jets, Trucks, Zombie apocalypse, Race cars, Goats, Cartoons about spunky young adventurers, Body-building, Obscure trivia, Ants, Renaissance music, Finance, Cosmetology, Folklore,

Fears: Life and figuring out what to do with it

Personality Tests:

Other: Libra, Virgo-Libra Cusp,

Parent(s):

  -> Father: Odin Avery

  -> Mother: Clarabelle Avery

Sibling(s): Unknown

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

Face

Stuff

Information

Asks

All

                                                                              Alternate Universes

Harry Potter AU

Zodiac AU (VLC)

Divergent AU

Planet AU

Pokemon AU

Storm Coast AU

Hunger Games AU

Greek God AU (Aether/ Bia)

Guardian Angel AU

Norse God AU (Idun (Genderbent))

Castiel

AUs

[suckitsurveys]

I guess this is all about being a kid?

Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming? My sister usually watched me. I don’t remember having too many other babysitters. My parents didn’t really go out on their own too much. We’d usually go out with them. Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten? Nope. Did you ever play hopscotch at school? Probably. Did you refuse to eat your vegetables? Nope. I was a super unpicky eater.

What did you usually dress up as on Halloween? A cat or a witch.

What was your favorite television show? Everything on Nickelodeon. And Garfield and Friends. And Tiny Toons. And Pokemon. Did you have D.E.A.R. time in school? (Drop Everything and Read) We had reading time but I don’t think it was called that. Did you ever read the ‘Magic Treehouse’ series? Nope. How about the ‘Bailey School Kids’ series? Yes. Do you remember the first movie you ever saw in theaters? Aladdin. But I also remember seeing Nightmare Before Christmas in the theater too. I think Aladdin came out first, though.  Who was your best friend in elementary school? A girl named Maura. Did they continue to be your best friend in middle school? I think she left our school in 3rd or 4th grade. In middle school my best friends were Liz and Sara. Did you ever watch 'The Land Before Time’ movies? Yeah. Did you ever watch the show 'Arthur’? Yes!! Did the tooth fairy give you a lot of money? It was a lot to me. How often did you visit your nearest grandparents? All the time. Did you ever play with 'Little People’ toys? Oh my god yes! Those were my favorites. How about Polly Pockets? Yes! I had so many little Polly Pocket sets. They were probably my mom’s favorite to get me. Did you collect anything when you were a kid? Beanie Babies. Did you get an allowance? Not really. If I needed/wanted something (within reason of course), my parents would buy it. What was your favorite sport to play? What is it now? Kickball! What foods did you not like then that you do like now? I didn’t really like avocado. Were you into American Girl dolls? I had one, Molly. I was more into the books and the board game as a kid. What was your first pet and what did you name it? We had two blue parakeets as class pets in 2nd grade which the class named Featherbrain and Lucky. My teacher asked my mother if we could take them for the summer and we ended up just keeping them because the teacher ended up leaving. Did you ever read the 'Junie B. Jones’ books? Yeah. What did you want to be when you were a kid? A vet. What was your first word? Your first sentence? (If you remember) No idea. Have you moved into a new house since you were a kid? Yeah, we moved into the house my dad still owns when I was 5. Do you live in a new state? No. Were you friends with your neighbors? I was indeed. The ones on my block and some on the next block too. We played all the time. Did you enjoy exploring your backyard? Yeah, the backyard at my dad’s house is amazing. Our yard was the hangout spot. Did you bake cookies with your grandparents? Nope. She wasn’t the baking type. What was your biggest fear when you were a kid? The ones I still have now, basically. Who did you look up to most? My sister. Did you ever play the 'Reader Rabbit’ computer games? Nope. Did you have a swing set in your backyard? Yup. My dad built it. It’s still standing to this day. How about a sandbox? Yup! My dad built that too. It was a huuuuuuge wooden one and it was amazing. It’s a garden bed now. I kinda wish he’d dig it out and put sand in it again because my nieces would love it. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? 5 or 6. Did you ever spy on your neighbors through the window? Yup. Lol. Were you a teacher’s pet in kindergarten? Everyone was. My kindergarten teacher was amazing. She was so hands on with each kid and let us be as creative and as silly as we wanted. I remember one time we were drawing and she told us to draw ourselves as an assignment. I drew a green monster with a bunch of eyes. When she came to look at our drawings, she didn’t correct me or tell me I was doing the assignment wrong, she just looked at me and said something like, “Hannah you are so creative!” Did you ever build a treehouse or a fort in your yard? A fort, yes. There was a platform on the swing set where the slide is attached to and we’d make forts under it. Did you ever find anything interesting in your yard? Praying manti! My mom would find one every year. Its why I have a tattoo of one on my arm. Did you ever have 'themed birthdays’? I did indeed. Did your parents let you drink soda? Yup. Dr Pepper was our drug of choice. Did you ever watch 'The Powerpuff Girls’ or 'Dexter’s Laboratory’? Oh yes. Did you sleep with a blanket or stuffed animal? Yup. I had a blanket from when I was a baby I slept with every night. And also a little plush bear with a Cubs uniform named Cubby Bear. Did you ever have a night light? I think so? Did you watch 'Winnie the Pooh’? Yeah. Did you ever have an imaginary friend? What was their name? I did. Their names were Julia and McDonalds because I was a weirdo. What kinds of games did you play with your friends during Recess? Tag, freeze tag, capture the flag, ghost in the graveyard even though it was daylight. Did you dream of being a princess or did you not really care about that? I wasn’t really into that. Did you have a special name for your pacifier? What was it? I didn’t have one past like 5 months old. We call them “pacies” with my nieces. Did you watch 'Blues Clues’? Yeah. What kind of car did your parents have? My dad had this Dodge Ram van for a while that he converted the back part into a work bench. My mom had a blue Ford Astrovan for a while, and then that went to my dad and she got a brown one from a friend. Then my dad bought her a brand new Dodge Grand Caravan and he inherited a Ford station wagon from my grandfather. The minivan ended up going to me, my mom got a Honda CRV from my aunt, and my dad bought a new Ford Escape. Now I have the Escape, my sister has the CRV, and my dad bought a new Subaru Outback. We like to pass down cars in this family haha. Did you ever flush anything down the toilet by mistake? Probably. Were you afraid to sleep by yourself? I wasn’t “afraid” but I did frequently fall asleep in my mom and dad’s bed while watching TV with my dad. What was your favorite subject in elementary school? Science. How often did you go to the park? Oh, at least once a week in the summer What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid? Cheesecake or just yellow cake with vanilla frosting. Did you ever want to grow up? Nope.