#she wears her hair in one braid because it is easy and keeps her hair out of her face

[realmermaid333]

I like to imagine that Katniss started wearing her hair in two braids again after the war. She had more positive memories associated with it, like it being her mother's or father's hands braiding rather than her own. They reminded her of lighter times, and didn't remind her of being the mockingjay symbol. The hunger games Victor. It also made her a bit less recognizable, which was another win.

She also started wearing her hair down more often. Particularly if she was going to be leaving the district for whatever reason (I'm sure she eventually got out of being banned from leaving twelve), like to visit her mom, Annie, or Johanna, because it hid her face a little and didn't have the potential to catch anyone's eye as "the hairstyle of the mockingjay". maybe she learns an appreciation for how the wind feels blowing through her long, black hair and she starts to go for walks with it down.

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 17)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death,

Word Count: 3058

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16)

Notes: heyyyy what do you know, i found it in me to get this part out. im proud.

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Day 195 Part 3

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You never been one to throw caution to the wind, but with what sits before you, the urge is strong.

Animals were one of the first things to go when disease swept across the world, which is why it’s so difficult not to pick up the juicy chicken breast that’s steaming on the plate in front of you, and completely ravage it.

Your mouth waters at the sight. There are greens, too. A blend of spinach and vegetables cooked to perfection in animal fat. It’s the first real meal you’ve seen in…fuck you don’t even know how long it’s been since you’ve seen real meat like this, nor food that wasn’t expired and from a can.

The only thing keeping your restraint in place is your companions' determination. The sprinkle of common sense that hasn’t fizzled into a ravenous beast at the scent of your meal is easy to overlook, but Azriel’s menacing presence beside you isn’t. His back is ramrod straight in his own seat, and the food doesn’t seem to be affecting him in the slightest. He’s undeterred by their taunts. Instead, his woody eyes drink in your surroundings for the umpteenth time, as if there might be a hint as to what’s really going on here. 

On your other side, you’re flanked by Cassian, who does look like he’s struggling to keep himself from sinking his teeth into the juicy thigh on his plate, however little it might be. It’s more than he’s had to eat in days, months, and he wants it so fucking badly.

In fact, no one’s touching their food, which is a red flag of itself, but your head is swimming at the smells, your stomach a mess of knots that loosen at the idea of food, and tighten at the thought of where your best friend could be.

You’re also a little afraid, if you’re being honest, of getting sick should you eat something this…real after having gone so long without.

Nesta watches you from across the table with a piercing stare. There’s a malice you’ve become accustomed to being fed in the little time you’ve known her. You understand that she’s worried for her sister, out there with little protection, but you’re worried too. You feel as if Feyre is your sister as well. You’ve been winning your own little war against the undead for too long to remember.

At her side is who you can only decern to be her lover, Eris. You ponder their relationship, what you saw in the woods. Perhaps they’re nothing more than companions, but with the way the auburn-haired man keeps stealing glances at her, worry etched in his brow, you know there must be more.

The chair beside Eris is filled with a near clone of him. They have twin eyes and looks of caution on their fox-shaped faces. The unnamed man wears his hair long down his back, a single braid hangs down the side of his face. It’s not a nice one, practiced, but messy, like whoever put it there was distracted more often than not during styling. The only differentiator is the color of their skin, because even the shape of their eyes and their stature is eerily similar. It’s clear that they are nothing like their scumbag of a father, and the thought of Beron alone makes you shiver in your seat.

There’s an empty seat beside him, and you can’t help the stab of guilt you feel at the sight of it. You don’t know if they’ve lost someone important to their little unit they have going on here, or if there’s a reason for the unoccupied seat.

Cassian’s stomach growls loudly, breaking the terse silence. 

“Everything is safe to eat, I can assure you,” Eris mentions after clearing his throat. Nesta shoots him a look that could make even a zombie cower, but he must be used to it because he takes the betraying look with grace, gently settling a palm onto her lap.

Nesta doesn’t shove it away like you expect her to. Instead, her lips go razor thin. The pair stare at each other so intensely that you feel like you’re intruding on something monumental.

Eventually, Nesta breaks. With a sharp inhalation, she turns her gaze to you. She doesn’t look happy, but at least she doesn’t look like she wants to reach across the table and maul you for losing her sister.

“Eat,” she all but demands. She cringes, grits her teeth, and adds like the words are truly poison in her mouth, “Please.”

“You’ll excuse us if we don’t trust you,” Azriel replies curtly. Your eyes soften as they land on him, even if his gaze is trained on your hosts. Weeks ago, he’d been wary of you, and now he’s here protecting you from the outsiders that are holding you captive.

You’ve never been so thankful for him, and you remind yourself to thank him for it later.

“Don’t eat, then.” Nesta shrugs as if his words don’t bother her in the slightest. Your whereabouts of Feyre seem to have caught her off guard because right now she is the perfect poise of excellence. Her nature could give any queen a run for their crown.

She’s the first one to dig into her meal. She uses the cutlery as if they’re weapons, tearing into the meat with a force that has you praying to any higher being that Feyre and Rhys are on their way to you, because you do not want to be on the other end of Nesta’s knife.

Your eyes flicker back down to your plate, to the shiny silverware placed on either side of your plate. Hell, you’re not even sure you remember how to use them anymore, with how long you’ve had to make do on the road.

“Please, eat,” Eris counters with a stern look that doesn’t affect Nesta in the slightest. Eris motions to his brother and they both pick up their forks, as if trying to show you everything is okay.

“I don’t trust the animals, either,” Azriel responds.

“How about the vegetables, then?” Eris offers, and you think you catch a glint of pleading in his amber eyes. You think he’s trying to keep things civil and calm for Nesta’s sake. You’re sure she’s worried to pieces about her littlest sister out there when the sun is so close to hiding away for another night of hell. “The animals are perfectly healthy, though I assure you the food will not go to waste if you don’t eat it.”

“How are they safe?” Cassian questions, grimacing down at the meat. You know that he out of everyone in your little group needs it the most. You’ve seen his protruding ribs only yesterday, and with him being the biggest in your group, he needs the nutrients more than anyone.

A sudden urge of protectiveness washes over you. You want him safe and healthy, want both him and Azriel safe and happy, and you wish more than anything that you could give it to them.

Only time will tell.

Eris gives a very diplomatic response. “My family has owned this land for generations,” he starts, and you don’t like to think of how he is Beron’s son. It makes all of the desperation to eat, subside. “We have been raising and breeding our own meat and dairy for just as long. They have never showed signs of disease, but perhaps it’s because they live a life unknowing of what goes on in this world.” You’re not following, but Eris continues before your confusion causes you to blurt out questions.

“My brother—Lucien,” he nods toward his brother beside him. “Takes care of them. When our father first heard the mumblings of a pandemic so devastating, the world as we knew it would never be the same, he built a bunker of sorts, where we continue to monitor and raise our animals to this day.”

“That was about the only smart thing he ever did,” Lucien mumbles, looking green at the mention of his father.

You get the feeling.

Azriel says, “Yeah, we’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting the bastard.”

Lucien’s utensils fall to the table with a clang that startles you in your seat. He looks sick to his stomach, his ying-yang eyes drawn down to his plate in shame. His shoulders are stiff and he’s gone so still you think he might be comatose, turning into a zombie right in front of your very eyes.

“You’ve met him?” Lucien asks, and he sounds like a little boy, reliving a trauma so ghastly that it’s altered his brain chemistry.

“Met him, killed him,” Azriel shrugs as if it was no big feat. Your stomach roils at the memory and you must look paler than normal because Cassian’s placing a. warm hand over yours in comfort. Azriel’s brashness isn’t new to you, but the reminder is too fresh. You try to focus on your hand in Cassian’s, offering him a weak smile.

The tension in the air seems to disperse with Azriel’s words. You’re pretty sure you see Lucien’s shoulders physically drop in relief, like he feels the same way you do about his father. Eris sits in his seat, stunned, but he doesn’t look upset about the news, he looks more disappointed, like he missed out on being the one to kill the crazy cannibal.

“Well, I think this calls for the good wine,” Nesta says, and you swear you see the corners of her mouth threaten to tug into a satisfied smirk.

She glances at you from across the table, and you pick up your fork.

You hope that this is the first of many things that you will agree with her on.

There is little conversation while you eat. Azriel’s brows are drawn in tight, and his mouth is set in a hard line. He keeps glancing over at you with a scolding heat in his eyes, but there’s a sliver of worry that makes you ache, like he thinks you might keel over from the chicken.

If you do, you’re not even sure you’ll be mad. It’s good fucking chicken.

You try to savor it, to eat slowly so that your body doesn’t reject the first real meal you’ve had in forever, but you can hardly control yourself. You feel like a rabid animal, hungry enough to gnaw your own arm off. You wonder if this is what the zombies outside feel like, an insatiable hunger, or if they’re so mindless they don’t feel anything at all.

You reckon you have only minutes before the food makes its reappearance, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when you slide your silverware onto your empty plate, trying to deter yourself from leaning forward and licking it clean.

Cassian has no such reservations.

“How long has it been since you’ve tried to contact my sister?” Nesta asks when the three of you have finished. Even Azriel couldn’t help but clear his plate, though he did take the longest of the three of you, more than mindful of your captors.

It makes your heart swell that he has kept an eye out for you and Cassian.

Azriel and Cassian share a look over your head, debating how much to indulge. But this is Feyre’s sister, and they want to find her and Rhys just as much, so they relent.

“We tried getting through to them this afternoon, before we ran into you,” Cassian explains. “They were too far out of range.”

“Call them again,” she demands, and Eris opens his mouth to protest but Nesta is clearly done with niceties. “No,” she snaps at the man beside her. “We have given them a place to stay and a warm meal. It’s time for them to do something in return.”

You don’t mention how you didn’t have a choice but to be here, and that they wouldn’t have had to give up their food if you were still wandering out in the woods, but your stomach is too full to argue that point.

Cassian tugs the walkie-talkie from his pocket and switches it on. The static is loud, and you all wait in anticipation until the signal calms a bit before he clicks the button on the side and makes the call. “Rhys? Feyre? Are you out there?”

It’s like waiting for a cure as the six of you listen to the channel. Nothing comes through, and Cassian calls again, to no avail.

“We’ll keep trying,” he says, a determined look in his eye. You’re pretty sure that’s the only thing keeping Nesta in her seat, because she looks like she will reach across the table and stab you with her knife.

Movement in the corner of your eye makes you flinch. Cassian’s arm reaches out to block you and Azriel’s already halfway out of his seat, ready to tear you away from the threat that stumbles into the doorway.

The threat comes in the form of what must be Feyre’s other sister, Elain. She looks ghastly, skin as white as sheet, and as well-fed as Eris’ claims them to be, she’s all skin and bones. Her brown eyes are dull and sunken, purple-rimmed as if she hasn’t had a peaceful night of sleep in years. Her blonde-brown hair sits limp on her head, knotted at the back, as if she’s been drained of all of the health in her life.

She looks like a zombie.

Nesta jumps from her chair at the same time Lucien does, the both of them rushing for Elain. Lucien gets to her first, catching her just as her knees give out and scooping her into his arms. Her head lolls against his chest as if the effort to keep it upright is a burden too much, but her dazed gaze sharpens when it lands on you.

You’re frozen in your seat. You have no words for what you’re seeing, the sickly girl who looks closer to death than a zombie. Your heart pounds a thousand miles a minute in your chest, and your fingers are white-knuckled with confusion and fear where they’re wrapped around Cassian’s forearm.

Elain’s brown eyes widen in a way that looks unnatural for her once beautiful face. Her cracked lips form husky words that are so ominous it has the hair on your body standing on end.

“Twin ravens are coming, one white and one black. One has an injured wing.”

Lucien hushes her softly, murmuring to her as he removes her from the room. “Shh, Elain. Let’s get you back to bed, petal. You shouldn’t be expending so much energy until you’re feeling better.”

Guilt stabs you a thousand times over as he takes her away. It doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots with what you’ve seen. How sickly she looks, the faraway look and ramblings that don’t make sense.

“When did it happen?” You blurt, eyes darting from a stoney-faced Nesta to a grimacing Eris to the door Lucien and Elain disappeared through. You don’t like the feeling that overcomes you, the one that wants you to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.

Something isn’t right here.

“It’s late,” Nesta states, looking between the three of you like she’s deciding how she’s going to kill each of you. You suppose she might, if she feels any sort of threat to her sister. For now, she needs you alive, if only to help find her other sister. She won’t dump any of you out yet, unless you can’t prove your worth.

Not unless Feyre is dead.

Azriel tucks you carefully behind him, more than aware of the threat before you. You can tell that he’s just as confused as you are. There’s a tightness to his shoulders that you don’t like, an edge to the strain of his body that screams danger.

His mouth opens to speak, but he’s cut off by the sudden voice that comes over the walkie-talkie.

“Cassian? Azriel? Do you copy?” Rhys’ panicked voice sounds through the machine. More than one emotion threatens to consume you, relief and worry. The full meal in your belly swarms like crashing waves, and you might just throw up after all.

Cassian, Azriel, and Nesta all lunge for the radio. Eris gets his hand around Nesta’s bicep and pulls her away, much to her reluctance. She claws against him but he’s only keeping her away from the three of you, still very much a threat.

Not that you’d be of any assistance should either party try to attack. You’ve collapsed in the closest chair.

“Rhys?” Cassian calls back, just as frantic. His terrified hazel eyes are locked with Azriel’s, and it’s all the black-haired boy can do to console Cassian with a reassuring hand to his shoulder. “Can you hear me? Where the fuck are you?”

It wouldn’t mean much to Nesta, who’s given up her struggling to listen into what’s happening, but to Cassian, you know the touch means everything.

Anticipation skyrockets throughout the room, bringing the temperature up to boiling as you await his response. Each second feels like an eternity, and you’re sure the vein throbbing on Nesta’s forehead is about to explode when Rhysand finally responds.

It sounds like he’s running. You pray that’s not a groan of the undead you hear in the background. “Fuck,” he curses in such a hopeless way that makes your heart drop to the floor. Whatever he’s about to say, it’s not going to be good. “I need you to come find us. I don’t know where the fuck we are, but we need help.”

Azriel rips the walkie-talkie from Cassian’s hand, ready to take the lead. He pockets one of the knives at the table and you can’t even muster the energy to joke about how a butterknife won’t be the best weapon against a horde of zombies because you’re more than ready to follow him into the fray, sans weapons, if all to save your friends.

“Where are you, Rhys? I need landmarks.”

 “Az,” Rhys breathes, but he doesn’t sound relieved. In fact, he sounds spent, and there’s no sign of Feyre on the other line. “We need help. Badly. Feyre’s been bitten.”

And hey, your dinner does make its reappearance after all.

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[sarah-denial-cq]

I'm on my knees, looking at another girl who's on *her* knees, looking at me. Someone is standing behind me, my long braid wrapped up in their hand. The other girl looks scared.

"strip.". We're both wearing identical matching bra and panties. We both look away from each other as we take them off, too nervous to look- until I feel a yank, hard, on my hair. "No, look right in each other's eyes. Look at her tits. You're both fucking porn, act like it. "

I feel the hand slap my ass. The other girl winces, seeing the pain on my face. "Tell her she's just porn, just like you. She's nothing."

I look at her carefully. Her makeup is running from crying. She's already been beat quite a bit. "You're just porn. You're nothing." She just looks at me silently. "Keep going".

I look right at her. I try to summon up my contempt for her. She could have been so much. Now she's here on her knees in front of me stripped and crying. So vulnerable. "You're a stupid, stupid bitch" I start laying into her. "You're pathetic. No self respecting woman would let this happen to her.". The girl starts sobbing. I feel the approval from behind me and I can't help but start insulting her and betraying her for the approval of the force of that hand in my braid and the validation I know I'll find there if I just do a good enough job tearing down this victim.

I'm going to make her a victim.

"you're shit. You're barely a person, you just sit there and strip and cry.". I start getting into it. I'm masturbating on my knees staring at this helpless naked loser crying. "Go on, cunt, touch yourself while I insult you.". She's touching herself, one hand between her legs and one on her nipple. I can't tell if she's doing it to impress the one behind me or just to self soothe or because- "fuck, you actually like this? You sick puppy. You're not even rape bait, because I don't think you're even capable of having an opinion on who gets to use you. Nobody thinks of you as anything other than a slutty, easy, fuckdoll. You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life. I hate you. I hope you get drugged and passed around a party. You deserve to be pinned down by somebody and fucked dry. You, oh my god," the hand is twisting in my hair and this poor girl is absolutely sobbing at all the abuse and I'm filled with traitorous contempt as I realize her flush is half crying and half arousal and I see- "you whore. Don't you dare cum. You sick fuck, you rug munching cock sucking ass eating porn making easy access " I think the bitch is actually going to cum, I feel all the approval in the world from behind me as I realize this is what they want, they want to see if I can truly betray this victim they brought for me to abuse to get them off, this is my value to them, to hurt this girl, I go harder, I feel a hand on the back of my neck, "failure, nobody takes you seriously, everybody just imagines putting you on your knees any time you open your stupid mouth, people on the street look at you and imagine raping you, your colleagues call you names behind your back, you're going to be like this forever, you stupid, stupid, stupid-"

I feel, somehow, the pull on my braid that tells me to shut up. I look at the girl I've been tearing down to earn approval. She's quietly crying. Both her hands have come up to her tits. I hear the voice behind me. "Spit on her."

I... hesitate. Do I really hate this poor girl enough to do that, is she, okay with that? Do I care about that more than I care about doing what I'm told? She looks so afraid. She looks so... you know what? She looks like she deserves it. She deserves it.

I spit on the mirror.

"good girl", I hear.

[lizzieisright]

Stop the world (I wanna get off with you)

masc!reader x fem!Abby

Palestine: what can you do

Summary: You're tired of all this mandatory social stuff during another charity gala you attend. You watch Abby and wish for the time to stop so you two can have a moment.

Tags: Rich reader wears tuxedo, no other descriptions otherwise. Abby wears a dress (and she looks fucking stunning). For smut in the second half: fingering (r!abby), oral (r!abby), no power dynamics.

Notes: I blame Arctic Monkeys for this. (it wasn't even supposed to have smut, but I got carried away.)

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It's been two hours since the gala started. You don't like those things: your social battery dies after the fifth person starts small talking with you - but you visit them anyway. It's for the greater good and you love charity, especially since your successful business lets you earn more money than you'd ever need in this lifetime - so you put them to work.

There's also two other, smaller reasons why you visit these events, and they're personal to you.

The first reason is vain. It's an excuse to wear the finest tuxedo you have - even though right now your bow-tie is undone and lies on your collarbone quite fashionably, and you can't be bothered to stand up from your seat as you nurse your non-alcoholic drink and stare at the most expensive pair of leather shoes you own. You're tired and ready to go home, but you catch the glimpse of yourself in the mirror and smirk - you look hot. Hot and rich. Your ego can’t get bigger.

The second reason has been going around the room talking to people and laughing, holding a glass of champagne and barely drinking from it. 

The second reason is wearing a gorgeous silk golden dress that shows off her cleavage, her shoulders, her waist and her long legs. Her hair is plaited into a fluffy braid which makes it look weightless and beautiful. Your second reason looks like an amazonian goddess and you can’t take your eyes off of her. 

You kinda wish the world would just stop for the two of you. 

Abby catches your gaze and smiles - you smile back and raise your glass. You don’t want to go and talk - she is really the only person you like in this room - and you’d prefer to have your conversation private; although getting Abby alone isn't easy to do when she is working. Abby chuckles at your tortured expression but goes back to the conversation, nods as she listens. 

Abby is magnificent and you admire her for what she does: she is very successful for her age, one of the leading doctors in the hospital that is hosting the gala. It’s rare when you could see her in anything else than scrubs, let alone a beautiful dress, and you don’t even feel bad about it - Abby wears scrubs because she helps people. She saves lives. All these fancy dinners and galas and dresses are tools for her to help her cause - to create more charity programs, to get medication more accessible, to get medical care accessible. There are no words to describe your admiration for Abby, but you hope your actions show enough. 

So you don't distract Abby from doing her work, but keep watching her from afar, enjoying her every move, every curve that this dress shows, every flick of her braid and every sparkle of her eyes. She is just so fucking beautiful. 

Half an hour later you start to get a little impatient - so you go to the balcony to let your ears rest from the whole buzz around you. You’re tempted to find Abby at this point, but she finds you first. You hear the clicking of her heels on the marble and smile before turning to face her. 

“Hi.” Abby says sweetly and you melt. 

“Hi.” You say almost dreamily, as if you can't believe she is here. 

You take your jacket off to put it around her shoulders, and Abby blushes, beautiful pink highlights her freckles. You watch her in adoration and she blushes harder when she notices the depth of tenderness and love in your eyes.

“You look gorgeous.” You tell her and Abby can’t keep herself from smiling, a little shy. “I’m glad you decided to wear a dress today.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would’ve dared to.” Abby says. She is impossibly cute when her youngish shyness takes a hold of her. “I still have to meet some people.” 

“Yeah. We’ve got people to see, places to go. I know.” You chuckle and caress Abby’s cheek reverently. She closes her eyes for a moment, basking in your touch. “I wish we could just stop the world and get off.”

Abby laughs quietly, a melodic sound that feels like home. 

“I love your tuxedo.” Abby admits and toys with the ends of your bow-tie. “It does look better undone.” There’s a small implication of something dark and hot in her words and you feel the fire starting in your lower stomach.

“Love, you’re impossible.” You sigh, not letting yourself gently grab Abby by her hips. Not the time, not the place. “You have to meet some people, remember?”

“Yes.” Abby grins and gives your jacket back. Her perfume and your cologne are now mixed and you love it. “Maybe there is someone you’d like to talk to as well?”

“With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room.” You deadpan and Abby laughs.

You follow Abby inside anyway and now you have her on your arm, her forearm resting on yours. You’re tired, but Abby is tired too, and you support her as she goes on the last round of meeting and talking and telling people about her projects. Abby is very determined and passionate about her work, and you chuckle in your head - you have enough money to spoil Abby for the rest of her life, and you honestly dreamt about it: just having a housewife to take care of - but instead the love of your life is a constantly exhausted overworked doctor who wants the best for people. The irony of the situation never fails to amuse you. 

“It was nice to meet you, Dr. Anderson.” The last person on Abby’s list tells her and you sigh in relief. “You’re doing very important work for all of us.”

“Thank you. It was nice to meet you as well.” Abby smiles politely and you finally walk her away from the crowd.

You put your jacket around Abby’s shoulders again and support her as you lead her to the car. You can’t wait to be home already.

“The night is cold today.” Abby notices when you get in the driver’s seat. You push the temperature higher and turn on the seat heating for Abby. “Thank you.”

“I know you love it when your butt is warm.” You tease her and Abby smacks your thigh lightly. “It’s cute.”

You live in a penthouse with a gorgeous view over the city - Abby felt a little awkward the first few times she came here, this level of luxury wasn't something she was used to even coming from a neurosurgeon's family. Now she calls this place home.

At home you open a bottle of wine and take Abby to the balcony. She looks stunning in the city lights as the wind plays with her hair and the free silk of her dress as she stands leaning on the glass railings. She looks at you and there’s so much tension between you you feel like it’d be a good idea to undo a button on your shirt. Abby’s eyes are piercing and warm, the dark trickle of her pupils follows your hand as you open your shirt. 

You love how it feels as if you took her home for the first time, as if both of you are uncertain how the night will go but you also hope for the same ending. It makes you chuckle when you hand Abby her glass of wine. 

“It reminds me of the night we met.” You tell her and Abby matches your chuckle. “I couldn’t look away from you.”

“You looked so grumpy and you kept staring at me, I thought you didn’t like me.” 

“I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful before.” You take a sip of your wine and Abby blushes. 

She is still not used to being found attractive when she presents more feminine - it took her years to gain confidence when her trained muscled body was enveloped in gentle and fragile silhouettes of dresses. But the night you met you looked at her like she was holy - and you still do - and it definitely helps. 

“I’ve never seen someone so hot being so miserable before.” Abby teases you and you both share a quiet laugh. “I don’t think if it wasn’t for your scandalous donation I would’ve come up to you.”

You remember how fast your heart was beating when Abby approached you to thank you - she was shy but cheerful and you put all effort into making a good impression that night. 

“I love you so much.” You tell Abby and finally put one of your hands on her hip. You rub your thumb over her hip bone and feel like you’re home. 

“I love you too, my antisocial knight with an undone bow-tie.” 

You beam but try to conceal it. 

“My love.” You kiss Abby’s forehead, your lips linger on her skin. “My life.” You kiss her cheek and squeeze her hip a little. You move your mouth down and leave a kiss behind her ear. “My wife.”

Abby giggles and kisses you, her mouth pleasantly cold and you wrap your free arm around her waist to press her closer. Abby feels the fabric of your slacks and your belt buckle through her thin dress and it makes her shudder; she suddenly feels hot. 

“Fuck.” Abby sighs and opens her legs, her golden dress riding up on her hip when she tries to wrap her leg around you. 

You chuckle and kiss her cheek apologetically before moving away. Abby pouts a little and you laugh kindly before you take her glass of wine from her and put both of your glasses on the near table. You don't want to ruin Abby's dress by spilling wine on it, although you wouldn't mind having Abby's perfect body covered in wine so you could like every drop and watch the dark liquid contrast with her light skin.

“Come here.” Abby sighs and you obey, kissing her again and finally hooking her thigh over your hip. 

You push Abby into the railing behind her and she hugs your shoulders while she kisses you back. You moan into her mouth, your hands roam from her waist to her hips, hungry and ready to devour her piece by piece. Only now, when you hold Abby so tightly, you notice that the silk of her dress is smooth under your fingers - there’s not ridges or bumps that would evidence there’s something underneath.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” Abby shudders when she hears your voice drop an octave, desperate. 

“It ruined the look.” Abby shrugs and pushes her cunt into your crotch, the cold silk is so thin she thinks she can grind against your belt buckle and cum just like this. “And now it seems I’m ruining the dress with how wet you got me.”

You growl and kiss Abby again, rough and passionate, not letting her take a breath. You knead her waist and thigh, riding up her dress until the slit is high enough for your hand to slip under, to the wet heat between Abby's thighs. You cup her pussy and kiss her neck, and Abby whimpers quietly. 

“Wanna know what I'm thinking about?” You murmur into her ear while your fingers find her clit and start rubbing it slowly. 

“Yeah.” Abby presses you closer, squeezes your waist as if you will walk away. As if you'd ever leave her.

“That I should've fucked you back on that balcony.” You growl into her ear and chuckle when Abby's hips start moving against your palm. “Should've gotten you dripping and shaking for me. Let you walk around and pretend to be okay while clenching your thighs so your cum wouldn't drip down on the floor.”

“Fuck.” Abby whimpers and her movements become more energetic. “Fuck me, please.” 

“What do you want?” You lick Abby's collarbone and she whines. 

“Fingers.” 

You hum and smear Abby's cum all over her cunt before sinking two of your fingers in. You watch Abby's face as you slowly feed her your fingers: she is beautiful. Her cute little frown, mouth opened but no sound escaping it and crimson red blush on her cheekbones - she is God. Your God. 

“Gorgeous.” You whisper and curl your fingers inside her. 

Abby's pelvis jumps and you giggle, surprised at her sudden sensitivity. You fuck her slowly, carefully - Abby might be big and strong, but she is such a delicate woman. You make sure you treat her as such. 

“I love you.” Abby sighs while her cum drips down your hand and her thigh. 

“I love you too.” You kiss her shoulder lovingly.

You move away just enough to have some space between the two of you, your fingers still slowly fucking Abby's hole and your thumb lazily playing with her clit. Now the world has stopped and you can have her all for yourself. 

You gently brush your fingers over her shoulder and move the strap of the dress down so you could free her tits. Abby helps you and soon the top half of her dress is bundled up at her waist. You lick your lips as you watch Abby's nipples tighten from the wind, her cute little tits are all for your eyes only. 

You lean down and take her left nipple into your mouth, sucking on it gently, and Abby twitches, her cunt fluttering around your fingers. You're still slow - Abby gets so turned on when you take your time with her; the anticipation makes her so much more sensitive. 

“Baby.” Abby whimpers and presses your head closer. “You're so good.” 

You tenderly nip at her nipple and thumb her clit at the same time, and Abby clenches on your fingers.

“Baby, give me one more. Please. Make me full.” 

You buck your hips instinctively at her words, so turned on your brain barely functions by this point. You're not packing today and it's a damn pity, but you don't waste time on thinking about it - instead you take your fingers out fully. 

“You're drenched, love.” You smirk and push three fingers slowly to the hilt. “Take it.” You rasp into Abby's ear as her walls close on your digits.

Abby whimpers and bites her lip, her eyes rolling back from how good you feel inside her. It's a little tight, but Abby loves it, loves how you're stretching her. She loves the feeling of your fingers brushing over her hot walls, your soft fingertips and hard knuckles and the pad of your thumb on her clit. 

You push at Abby's sweet spot to make her moan and she digs her nails into your shoulder, her thighs starting to shake. 

“You look like a goddamn goddess.” You tell Abby in awe, but you're so turned on you can't keep your hips from bucking against her. You step closer and start grinding on her thigh, the harsh fabric of your underwear and slacks making the pleasure more intense. Abby moves one of her hands down and squeezes your ass, moaning desperately. 

“Fuck, cum with me. Baby, please, cum with me.” Abby moans and you start grinding rough and fast, grunting when the stitch on your pants digs into your clit just right. “Go faster, please.”

“So polite.” You say, panting, but you pick up your speed and Abby just gets wetter and wetter: you think you've got her cum on your cuffs by now. 

You pinch her nipple with a free hand and Abby moans louder. She puts her forehead on your shoulder and whimpers right into your ear, making you rut on her thigh harder. You're close, and Abby is close - you feel her beautiful cunt getting tighter and tighter around your fingers. You slow down and Abby clings to you, her hips bucking into your hand. 

“I'm close.” Abby pouts and you lick her neck. 

“Oh, I know. Can feel how tight you are now.” You smirk. 

It's a sweet torture for both of you - you also slow down with your grinding - but you know Abby's orgasm will be stronger after being close like this. 

“Can't wait to bury my tongue in your cunt.” You tell Abby and she gets so desperate in your hands. She clings to you, bucks her hips and tries to take your fingers deeper, and it melts your heart. 

Fuck it, you think, and then you drop to your knees. If Abby is your God, you need to worship her accordingly. 

“Baby, what-” Abby tries to say, confused when she loses the feeling of your hot cunt on her thigh, but then it dawns on her. “Please-please-please.” 

You put her thigh that was on your hip over your shoulder and push her dress up, until the entirety of it is bundled around Abby's waist. Abby is looking down at you, her mouth open and her eyes pleading, and you finally lock your mouth on her pussy. 

“Oh my god.” Abby whimpers when you suck on her clit. “Oh my god, baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck-” 

You hum, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Abby's taste envelopes your senses. Her cunt is always so soft and so hot, and you can't help yourself: you bury your face in it, licking her up from her hole where your fingers slowly fuck up into her, and to her clit. Abby holds your head with her hands and starts bucking her hips into your face, riding your tongue, and you relax: you let her use you as she pleases. 

Abby's voice becomes higher and louder, and she presses you closer with the heel digging into your back. It's kinda painful since Abby is still wearing her stilettos, but you don't care. You're high on her, and being pulled closer, having her scent and taste and warmth surrounding you is pure bliss. You're still slow and it makes Abby more desperate as she chases her orgasm, but she doesn't ask you to go faster - instead she bucks her hips rougher and doesn't leave you a choice but to eat her out like she wants it. 

“Baby, wait, fuck, wait-” 

Her approaching orgasm feels different, too intense - and she knows what is going to happen, but she is always embarrassed when she squirts right on your face - she wants to ask you to stand up, but she can't, lost in her pleasure. 

You know she is going to squirt as well, her walls are so tight around your fingers it is literally hard to move them and your wrist starts to cramp now, but you keep fucking her, because you want her to squirt all over your face. 

“Fuck!” Abby screams and folds, holding to your head for dear life and unconsciously pressing you closer to her cunt with her thigh on your shoulder, almost suffocating you, drowning you in her cum. 

You would die as the happiest woman on Earth if this would be your last moment: between the legs of the love of your life, drenched in her cum. 

Abby is still whimpering and you keep your fingers moving gently just to prolong her pleasure, and you keep eating her out just to get all her cum, softly moving your tongue around. 

“Fuck.” Abby pants and watches you between her thighs. You're absolutely pussy drunk, soaked to your chest and you look high. Abby giggles, embarrassed, and puts the loose hairs away from your forehead. “I soaked you.”

“Yes. Thank you.” You kiss a trail up Abby's thigh that's on your shoulder. 

“Come here.” Abby says weakly and you carefully put her leg down and get up, holding Abby by her waist. You know her legs are shaky and you want to support her. “I'm a mess.” Abby chuckles and you kiss her neck. 

“You're beautiful. I'm definitely fucking you next time we go to an event. I don't care.”

Abby giggles and kisses you, not minding that your whole face is covered in her cum. You kiss her back and pinch her nipple gently just to make her jump. 

“Let's get you warm.” You tell Abby when you notice the goosebumps covering her arms and chest. 

“You haven't cum yet.” 

“You can worry about it when you're warm and clean.” You kiss the tip of her nose and lead her back inside. 

Abby repays you thoroughly in the shower. 

[eywaseclipse]

Sully Siblings as Kids Headcanon

Fluffy Headcanon for how the Sully kids were as babies and kids

Neteyam:

By far the easiest baby, Jake and Neytiri thought they won the lottery with him

They had no problem with how Neteyam accepted Kiri when they first adopted her

Neteyam didn’t know any better: that’s his sister

He latched easiest, and sleep training was quite seamless

Fast learner

Very curious as a baby and once he started walking Neytiri had to watch him at all times because he’d get excited using those little legs to run everywhere

He started speaking first out of all his siblings learning Na’vi and English simultaneously which is something Neytiri and Jake did for all their children

Super bubbly and giggly as a baby always laughing and easily entertained

He was more attached to mama constantly gripping her legs and crawling onto her chest at night cooing into her neck

Neteyam possessed a strong connection to his Na’vi heritage like his mother and took a liking to mimicking everything he could watching her

As a toddler Neteyam showed great interests for hunting so Jake started taking him to the small river by the camp where he caught his first fish

His first woven armband Mo’at helped him make, he gave to Neytiri which she still wears

Has a small scar on his forehead from tripping and falling on a rock playing tag with Lo’ak, Kiri and Spider but he makes sure everyone knows he never cried

Kiri:

When Jake and Neytiri saw Grace’s pregnant body they immediately knew what to do

Kiri was a shy little thing but very alert and tenacious

She was colicky as a baby and had a hard time breastfeeding but eventually got the hang of it

Slightly fussy eater

Jake was absolutely enthralled with his baby girl always watching her with careful nervous eyes

She had and has him wrapped around her little fingers

Would often follow along with Neteyam watching him and copying his actions

Her first toy was a hand carved wooden Toruk figurine Jake made her which she constantly Carried everywhere; she even slept with it

She was the kid sucking her thumb all the time until Jake and Neytiri bribed her with toys to get her to stop

Proud daddy’s girl

Lo’ak:

Kiri and Neteyam were relatively easy when it came to parenting until Lo’ak showed up

He’s the wildcard baby

Came into world screaming, crying and kicking making his presence known

One word: BITER

He was the most fussy with feedings and latching took forever, Jake had to make bottles for Neytiri just so she could have a break

Absolutely obsessed with Jake, constantly following him around as soon as he learned how to walk

He developed an infatuation for tugging on his brother’s tail and tackling him and biting his ears

Also a thumb sucker

Him and Kiri caused the most mischief together

His first word was ‘No’

Lo’ak would throw temper tantrums when frustrated and Neteyam would be there to comfort him “Lo’ak why you cwyin?”

By the time Lo’ak was old enough he was causing havoc around the clan pulling pranks and getting into trouble

Jake made an extra big wrap just to strap Lo’ak to his body so he could keep an eye on the youngest at all times

Stressed Jake tf out but Neytiri has a soft spot for him the most

Tuk:

By the time Tuk was born Jake and Neytiri had pretty loose rules

She could get away with just about anything

Tuk was fairly easy as a baby but loved to tug everyone’s braids

If you held her she’d have a fist full of hair in no time

She had a sensitive stomach as a baby and on multiple occasions threw up on Jake

Once old enough to walk and talk all she wanted to do was follow around her siblings

Absolutely idolized Neteyam and because of the age difference he would just carry her around the clan as she’d piggyback along for the ride

Tattle tail

Always telling on Lo’ak because he’s mean to her and complains when she would try to follow him around

When she was little she was very similar to her mama; curious, vivacious and totally unafraid

Learned all the curse words from Lo’ak like ‘shit’ and ‘pussy’

Jake almost fainted when he heard those words from her

She secretly loves to annoy Lo’ak

Got the most hand-me-downs

[dearfae]

୨🌸୧ - dating headcanons!

the seven : heroes of olympus

girlfriend version.

4.8.24

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percy jackson :

lots and lots of kisses

hand holding

loves your cooking/baking (especially blue waffles *wink wink*)

every time you go on a date it’s water related - the beach, aquarium, underwater restaurant etc.*

*sometimes you go to the movies or amusement parks too tho

constant compliments

lets you choose what he wears sometimes

cute nicknames

very protective and loyal (ofc)

teaches you how to fight (if you don’t already know)

swimming competitions but he goes really easy on you

pegasus racing

braids flowers into your hair

sarcastic and funny jokes to cheer you up

would literally die for you

his mom and step-dad paul LOVE YOU

takes you shopping

buys all your favourite foods when you’re on your period

needs comfort after his nightmares

annabeth chase :

teaches you a lot

hours long talks about each other’s interests

reading and museum dates !!

forehead, nose, cheek kisses

wakes up really early so you’re always awake before everyone else too

spends lots of her time thinking of ways she can make you smile

would do anything for you

picnics :)

takes great joy in annoying you by correcting your grammar or spelling

will make you do a hundred pushups if you insult any author ever

will also make you quote shakespeare

sneaks into your room at night by picking locks instead of just knocking (chalice of the gods reference)

hesitant to let you meet her parents at first

but when you do she’s really happy because you get along with them really well

you always help her win capture the flag (she protects you 99.9% of the time)

death glares/will fight anyone whose mean to you

you never have to google anything because she’s right by your side

needs constant reminders that you’ll never leave or she needs to take a break

hates surprises

jason grace :

literally the sweetest

is only relaxed/vulnerable with you

learnt how to break a few rules *wink wink again*

always cleaning his glasses

the person who dares to be mean to you better count their days

surprisingly smart

deep conversations

doesn’t really know what to do when it comes to dates or anything romantic

forgets things sometimes

keeps a little notebook in which he writes everything he loves about you

makes your birthday cake from scratch

physical touch for reassurance

teaching you about roman history is his love language

pretends to hate the nicknames you give him but secretly loves them

keeps a picture of you with him at all times

quiet around others

never raises his voice at you

sometimes you act like his mother figure (is that what it’s called?)

winks or smiles at you when others aren’t looking

leo valdez :

shit music taste (I’M SORRY)

treats you like the queen that you are

holds doors open for you

points at you and says really loudly to everyone else, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY BEAUTIFUL AMAZING WONDERFUL GIRLFRIEND??”

inside jokes

you gave him a bracelet and now he never takes it off

gives you flowers!

sleeps in

cuddles, kisses and his arms are practically glued to your waist

teaches you spanish (especially the swear words)

he COOKS

there’s never anything broken because he fixes them immediately

always makes you laugh

does skincare with you<3

shows you off to anyone that’ll listen (even if they won’t)

the kindest, most golden retriever boy ever

he’s still wary about opening up to his trauma

his severe adhd makes it hard for him to calm down so you always sing to him or play with his hair

excessive use of the words bro and dude

frank zhang :

picks you up bridal style whenever you get tired (he likes to impress you by showing off his strength)

gentle and caring

if you’re out eating together and you buy different things, he’ll let you taste both of them so you can have the one you like the most

gets flustered really easily

cheesy pick up lines (that you secretly love)

LOVES TO EAT

uses his title of praetor to take the mick out of you (as a joke)

cautious about trying new things

very punctual with time and chores

whenever there’s a praetor meeting he lets you sit next to him

you make sure that there isn’t any dairy in the food you make him

he was so happy when you learnt canadian for him

you let him teach you about his family tree

if you’re feeling sad he’ll shapeshift into a puppy or something to cheer you up

he can actually be pretty snarky when he wants to

you’re literally the safest girl on earth when he’s around

the poor boy gets really shy when you flirt with him

really good at making different accents

his writing is SO hard to read😭

piper mclean :

likes to make you blush

let’s you taste the lipstick she uses by kissing her

swears

candlelit dates, stargazing, mall shopping

buys you perfume and clothes

definitely asks for you to rate her outfits

she thinks you’re prettier than anyone else in the world, so much so that’s she’d straight up call her mother ugly

really excited for you to meet her dad

she’s your BIGGEST supporter!

you have to stop her from slitting peoples’ throats when they say anything remotely harsh to you

plays with your hair and brushes/styles it for you (she lets you do the same for her)

SKINCARE NIGHTS<3

binge watches 2000s movies - bratz, mean girls, the devil wears prada etc

you call her lots of playful names

rips down any posters of her father she sees, makes it her personal mission to burn every single one of them (you laugh every time)

loves flipping people off

she’s actually really sweet and caring

loves when you hold her hand

paints your nails :3

hazel levesque :

loves exploring abandoned underground tunnels

she made a bracelet for you out of the gems she pulled from the ground

every time you swear she chases you with a bar of soap

you help her with her curly hair

she’s so innocent (unless she’s angry, hungry or tired; then she goes ballistic)

you tease her when she gets flustered

she takes you for midnight rides on arion

she always smells like fresh rain

calls you ‘miss your surname’ whenever she scolds you

she sleeps with extra pillows

if you pass a graveyard she’ll wave to the ghosts

graceful and kind

loves nature

really good with kids

bakes you cookies on national girlfriend day

if there’s one thing she hates, it’s when people misquote the bible

sometimes she’d have major deja vu moments from her past life if you go somewhere she did the first time she was alive

gets really excited when it’s date night!

she can be so incredibly fierce and powerful but if a butterfly or something dies she’ll literally start bawling her eyes out

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that’s all i can think of lol

let me know if i missed anything or you disagree with what i’ve put! i’m open to any criticism :)

hope you enjoyed! i might do another one with different characters!

©dearfae

[f4iry-bell]

THE PROPHECY | 1

pairing: grayson hawthorne x f!reader

summary: AU where grayson is an aristocrat and reader is from a working class. they're in a secret relationship together but grayson isnt 100% in.

warning: social class difference. ANGSTY ending.

tagging: @unnoodles @nqds @alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @imaseabear @never-enough-novels @elysianwayy77 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou

word count: 1.1k

a/n: ik in 1800s the entailment must go to the oldest son but it's diff here ok??? any son of the man's choice will become the new lord!!!!

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Attending balls is a part of Grayson Hawthorne’s social life. To show himself to the society and show off his wealth, to show that one day everything his grandfather owned will be his and to show that he is perfect. Couple of ladies have already asked sweet talk to him while fanning their fans trying to give him the obvious sign but his mind keeps wandering to one person who has occupied his mind for the past month.

He excused himself from the pretentious and pompous crowd and snuck to the servant’s quarters. He has done this so many times that it has become an easy thing for him to do. He thought of knocking on the door but decided to surprise her by just opening the door and going in.

She was on her bed sitting wearing an off white nightgown that had a couple stitches on it. Her hair was braided, she looked like she was about to fall asleep.

“Sleeping so soon?” Grayson asked as he stepped in making her gasp.

“You scared me.” Grayson smiled when he heard her say as he walked to the bed and sat next to her. “Yes. I have done my part of cooking for tonight's ball. So I thought I'd sleep early.”

“Are you going to? Sleep?” He asked as his head lowered to her neck, his breath causing shivers down her spine and her mind lost it when he placed a gentle kiss.

This has been going on for months since he tasted her cooking with his grandfather. His grandfather wanted to see the young lady who made the food. When she was at Hawthorne Estate, she cooked a meal for his grandfather and his four grandsons. When she was about to leave the Estate, Grayson stopped her to give her the small silver ring that she possessed which slipped her fingers while she was serving the food.

“Thank you.” She sounded so grateful, Grayson assumed it was more than just silver for her.

“Does it mean something to you? Your wedding ring?” He asked hoping the second part of his question’s answer would be negative.

“It does. It was my mother’s. I don't wear it often, today felt special so I wore it. I would have been devastated if it wasn't for you.” She smiled which made his heart skip two or three beats.

“You're welcome.”

Grayson saw her again when he arrived at a ball earlier than expected (a prank pulled by Jameson). He was looking around and observing the working class when his eyes caught her. She was arranging the plates on the table, he walked towards her and noticed that she's wearing the ring again.

“Another special day?” He asked, pointing at the ring.

She blushed at his presence and nodded. “I just felt today was different.”

Grayson was mindful of the eyes that were watching them. So he excused himself from her to sit alone. He can't have words of whisper roaming around about him and her. No, there could never be him and her.

But they kept meeting each other during balls because she's hired to cook there. He finds himself going to the balls early just to have a moment with her alone, he was getting over with people (servants) watching them. As long as his family or from don't see him it's good.

Right now, they were laying on her small uncomfortable bed very comfortably, she was laying on top of Grayson’s shirtless body with herself naked under the thin blanket as he rubbed her back gently, at first it started out as a physical pleasure for both of them but Grayson can't stop his feelings as he got to know her more and more.

“Don’t fall asleep. You have to go back to the ball soon.” She reminded him.

“I don't want to.” He kissed her head.

“You have to.”

“I just want to be with you, you know? Dance with you, hold your hand in front of everyone.”

“I wish for that too. But I must say I'm a terrible dancer.”

“I'll be the judge.”

She chuckled.

“Are you working for the masquerade ball?” He asked her with an idea in his mind.

“Yes.”

“Well, will you be able to finish your job quickly and sneak onto the dance floor?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

She chuckled. “I can. But I won't.”

“Why not?”

“That's not where I belong.”

“I'll be there, and you belong whereever I am.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I don't have proper attire or a mask.”

“I'll send you, just say you'll sneak into the dance floor, please?” He started to kiss her face all over making her giggle.

“Okay, okay!!”

_

During the masquerade ball Grayson was eagerly waiting for his love to come to the dance floor so he could finally make his dream come true; to dance with her. His eyes were wandering around to find her but was interrupted by a figure behind him. He turned and immediately recognised her and the dress that he gave her. Her face was covered with a mask but he can tell how beautiful she is right now.

“May I have this dance?” He asked her with a smile, giving his hand to her which she took immediately.

They danced for two songs, like she mentioned she was indeed a terrible dancer that she almost fell, thanks to Grayson who saved her from the embarrassment but her mask fell down. She bent down to pick it up and Grayson panicked, people can't see her here. He was praying that she'd wear it quickly back but before she could some of the other upper class ladies noticed her and started whispering. Once she realised people were looking at them and whispering about them she froze.

The hostess marched towards her. “What are you doing here?” She spoke through her teeth.

A lot of loud whispers fell in her ears.

“Isn't she the cook?”

“How did she get the dress?”

“Probably stole it.”

“I-” She was out of words as the hostess three knives at her with her eyes.

“You think you can just sneak into a ball and seduce a wealthy man? Mr. Hawthorne, I assume you weren't aware that this girl was not a part of our social class, I'm deeply sorry that this happened.”

She wasn't going to cry until Grayson spoke after a second. “It is alright. And yes, I wasn't aware of it.”

She wasn't expecting him to say that, she could take the judging eyes and whispers but Grayson standing there pretending to not know her, and embarrass her along with those people? She couldn't take that.

The tears started to come out without realisation.

“Out, you're making an unnecessary scene here, girl. You do not belong here.”

part 2

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

hiyaa! lily evans or james potter for the ask?

hey!!! gonna do both of these losers because i've been WAITING for someone to ask me about them

lily evans headcanons

constantly has her hair tied up. she likes to keep it relatively long in length but hates that it gets in her way so she keeps it in a bun or ponytail or braid

is a jealous person by nature especially if someone does better than her in academics but she uses that feeling to motivate her to do better

actually really enjoys watching quidditch

was surprisingly bad at herbology. just. she has killed every plant she has ever tried to keep. had to enlist the help of peter during 5th year so she got a decent grade

has a slightly crooked front tooth

sings softly under her breath when she's doing chores

fiercely competitive

always wanted a brother and eventually both sirius and remus became that to her

does not like the feeling of wearing make up that much but likes getting her nails done

was extremely easy to befriend

was the "resident bug catcher" in the girls dorm because she just. did not give a fuck about little flying insects

was marlene's first kiss when marlene was trying to figure out her sexuality and needed a good friend

was also remus' first kiss when he was trying to figure out if he still liked girls

cries when she gets really angry and it makes her even more angry

folds her toast in half much to the horror of. literally everyone else.

had the bad habit of chewing on her hair when she was deep in thought. learned to kick it eventually.

not the most physically affectionate person

her love language is quality time

sticks her study timetable on the canopy above her bed so she can obsess over it better

has a tattoo on her left hip. no one knows what it is

has a snort when she laughs genuinely

was one of the first students to cast a fully corporeal patronous

is so bad at cooking. like. will burn water if she tries.

prefers savory over sweet

has random bruises and scratches on her very often because she gets caught up rushing places and bumps into/knocks into things

extremely protective over her friends

can not whistle

when she has a fight with petunia she will get extremely silent and become reserved

extremely perceptive

very analytical of other people

extremely morally righteous

has a hero complex and an urge to "fix" everyone's problems to the point where it becomes a bit troublesome

has taken school extremely since she was a child

is allergic to raspberries and wasps

smiles with her teeth and gums

james potter part can be found here!

[beansprean]

See the next morning everything is fine nothing's wrong nothing's wrong at alllll

My Familiar’s Ghost part 19

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ID: 1a. Ghost Guillermo and the Nadja doll are sitting together on a small ottoman, Guillermo mostly floating and slumped over with his chin in one hand, looking despondent. Gaze on the ground, he asks, "How do you stand it?" Dolly, focusing on poking a wire into what looks like a bird's leg, responds, "Stand what?" Guillermo: "Being...this." Dolly: "You do a lot of complaining for someone who's only been dead a month or two. 500 years on, I'm having a blast." 1b. Guillermo lifts his head and turns to look at her, hope nudging at the edge of his expression. He asks, "So you're saying it gets easier?" Dolly, cut off below the nose by the panel, keeps her gaze on her work as she replies "I'm saying you're a big wet pussy not cut out for eternity as a wandering spirit."

2a. Shift to profile view, Dolly still cut off below the nose as she works. Guillermo turns away from her and crosses his arms, frustrated, snapping "Easy for you to say, with your body looking out for you." Dolly replies easily, "Maybe. Or maybe it's because we are standing different things entirely." 2b. Close up on Guillermo as he turns to look over at her, confused. "What?" There is a blue glow, deeper and gentler than Guillermo's, pulsing from the lower corner of the screen. Dolly starts, "Whatever you are..."

3. Zoom out to full body as Nadja's ghost suddenly rises out of the doll and takes form, the doll slumping down in her seat below. Nadja's ghost looks very different from Guillermo, more like from the show. She is wearing her old dress and veil, her hair in twin braids, and is fully translucent and various shades of deep blue, gentle wisps of light floating and fading around her form as her lower half twists itself from the doll. She looms over Guillermo with a solemn expression and cups his face in her see-through hands, continuing, "We are not the same." Guillermo stares up at her in shock, arms frozen in front of his chest as they pull out of their cross. Behind him, the black shadow looms in the form of a tattered cloak, as if it had always been there and is just now being illuminated by Nadja's ghostly light.

4a. Reverse shot as Nadja pops into view around a wall on Dolly's other side. She has her hair up in a pile and is wearing a long rubber apron flecked with blood and yellow rubber gloves that are equally gorey. She grins and holds up a dripping hand, calling, "Agapoúla mou! Are those feet ready? I have finished skinning the pigeons!" There is a rush of blue vapor in the foreground as Nadja's ghost quickly repossesses the doll. Dolly perks up with a smile and holds out two bird legs now speared with wire, replying, "All wired up!" 4b. Reverse shot of Guillermo on a black background snaked with ominous blue vapor, looking stricken as he stares after Dolly. Offscreen, Dolly says "I even cheered Guillermo up!" Nadja coos, "Oh look at you, my wonderful little helper!" /end ID

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Demon slayer headcannons: Tanjiro

DISCLAIMER: This will contain spoilers for the Manga if you are an Anime only!

I have the intense feeling that Tanjiro is still unfamiliar with so many dishes and foods from other countries, but that he is also the kind of guy who will try anything at least once. This leads to him trying random recipes from cookbook he receives from Mitsuri, and both his pantry and cupboards are stocked up with completely random ingredients - some that will most likely never see the light of day again if they were not enjoyed by the group.

Once Nezuko was human again, she had Tanjiro tell her about all the missions they went on to see what she’d remember. And she also got him to tell her the story behind each of his scars.

Tanjiro once asked Giyú where he got the red fabric and bamboo for Nezuko's muzzle the day that they met, given that he seemingly stayed beside them till they woke up - but his only response was a fleeting sideward glance from Tomioka, an anxious one at that, and complete silence.

He has an unbelievably low spice tolerance. Not to say he doesn't enjoy spicy food, just that he can't take it very well. I think this is due to the fact that roughly 80-90% of taste is die to smell, and that Tanjiro's heightened sense of smell would amplify the heat of the dish to the level of one that is ten times as hot. I think he would much rather have a dish that is instead well seasoned, rather than one that packs a lot of heat.

His ear is slightly scarred from where Nezuko clawed him in the entertainment district, she felt awful about it when she was human again.

He has small face scars from missions (like with Rui)

He has dark circles under his eyes - as do many of the corps members die to the all-nighters they pull to do their jobs - but Tanjiro gets his from the nights he as off to rest being spent entertaining his little sister, as for a while, that was the only time he would have to see her. And to him, having a few more sleepless nights in exchange for seeing his sister was more than fair to him.

He is very stiff. He is very strong, but not very flexible at all. To this day he is still baffled as to how limber Inosuke is. Safe to say he was not a huge fan of Mitsuri's training.

he once asked Genya if he would be allowed to braid his hair. The glare he was met with sufficed for an answer.

Tanjiro, Nezuko and all their siblings have birthmarks all over their bodies, they get this from their mother.

He tans really easily, like insanely easy. but due to him wearing his uniform so often, he has slight tan lines as the cuffs and collars.

He loves head pats / massages. He is an absolute sucker for them but you will never catch him asking for one.

Not once did he ever pick up on the fact that Obanai despised disliked him because of how close he was with Mitsuri. He genuinely always assumed it was just for keeping Nezuko with him. That was until the time came for him to train with Iguro, and then it all kind of clicked into place. After his realisation, he did once try to ask Obanai if he was planning on perusing Mitsuri, as he was sure she would reciprocate, seeing as how often she talks about him! but instead, he was met with a patronised glare and a slap to the face. he did not ask any more questions about Mitsuri.

He has smile lines and dimples. FIGHT ME ON THAT I DARE YOU.

(This one is for the academy AU) Almost all the staff at Kimetsu Academy are fine by Tanjiro wearing his earrings to classes, including the headmaster, seeing as they are aware of the emotional significance to them. All except Mr's Tomioka and Shinazugawa. (Initially, this included Mr Rengoku, but once he was made aware of their origins, he never once asked the boy to remove them) These two will yell at him, swat him on the shoulder if he attempts to ignore them, or Sanemi will threaten him with detentions. After all, Giyú removes his jacket every morning to change into his work attire, despite it being dear to him as it was previously owned by both his late sister and partner, so surely the boy would manage taking out the earrings for a few hours. So Tanjiro will do his best to stay in line so they have nothing else to nag him over. Orrrrrr avoid them best he can if he's doing something he shouldn't.

And here are some physical traits I think he would have:

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Saudade - Chapter 6

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: Thank you so much for the comments on the last chapter. I'm so glad you've enjoyed it. I hope you like this one as well. This includes one of my friend's favourite scenes

Please be advised it does follow canon in this next part and that does include canon character death…in a junkyard…where our girl meets some of our favourite siblings ;)

I hope you enjoy it. Your comments mean the world to me. Thank you all.

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Takemichi tries to keep Takara out of the fight. The one that he’s already warned her changes their future and results in Hina’s death. She promises to stay away so that he doesn’t have to worry about her and breaks it the moment he leaves. She’s not about to let her brother do something stupid. Not when she can help. 

The junkyard where the fight is organized to happen is easy to find. It takes Takara a little bit to get past some of the people dressed up and getting ready to celebrate the day. Part of her regrets not being involved, being excited to scare others and gorge herself on candy…but she has enough weird things happening in her life. She doesn’t need to search for more. 

She pauses at one of the entrances, checking around quickly for the best place to watch this go down. Most of the spots are already taken by various boys wearing signs and colours she doesn’t recognize. The ground is also not solid which means she’s going to have a hell of a time walking over on her wheels. She hears a bunch of voices coming closer from behind and she makes a split decision, heading for a section that’s out of the way but seems manageable to sit at. There’s also not as many men in the area as others but she makes the choice to ask instead of barging in on their area they’ve claimed.

“Hey, you guys mind if I sit with you?” 

They look over at her in surprise. She doesn’t know if it was because she hobbled over in her skates or the fact that she asked. 

“What are you doing here?” the blond asks. 

“I came to see if my brother’s going to get his ass kicked again. Someone’s gotta look out for the punk.”

That gets their attention. “Your brother?” the one with the braids asks.

“Yeah, he’s in the Tokyo Manji gang.”

“You’re fucking brave, aren’t you? You know there’s a reason there are no girls here, right?” the blond asks again. 

“Family over gender,” she says, waving it off. “I’ll take off if I need to.” 

The two look at each other before the one with the braids nods. “Alright, you can sit. We’ll make sure no one touches you.”

She grins sharply before hopping up on one of the scrap heaps with her hands. “Thanks.” They don’t say anything else, eyes on the groups that are coming in to actually fight. Takara looks, trying to find her brother in a sea of black and bleached hair. It’s harder than she thought it would be. Draken however is easy, both by being tall and in the front. As is the asshole who stole a kiss from her. Her lip curls, unimpressed at the sight of him. 

They don’t seem to notice her, at least not at first as their attention is focused on the other gang…until Takemichi yells her name. 

“Takara!” 

She curses him under her breath as multiple eyes look toward her. “Idiot,” she mutters. The members of Toman frown at her presence, except for Mikey who nods toward her. She’s not worried about them though. 

“Come to see me win, princess?” Hanma shouts at her. He’s grinning widely, looking completely unconcerned about the fact he’s about to be in the middle of a major gang fight. 

“Only to see you fucking bleed!” she snarls back. He just laughs, as though he expected that response. She turns her attention to Draken who’s watching it all carefully. “Hey! Draken! That’s the asshole I had to teach consent to!” 

Draken’s expression darkens just like she expected it to. She remembers the way he reacted to her telling them about it. Hopefully, he’ll take care of that problem. 

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She doesn't really know what's going on if she's honest. There's a lot happening and she loses sight of Takemichi multiple times as the gangs swarm together. It's only easy to see Mikey once he’s climbed up on the junk pile, even as he looks like he's defeated. 

She can sort of make out what the one boy is yelling at Mikey, which makes it seem like there was a bunch of drama behind the scenes that led to this build-up. It wasn’t surprising based on what she remembers her brother and Baji telling her, but it reaffirmed that it was probably one of those things where it all could have been avoided if the boys just had a proper conversation. 

She keeps her mouth shut, watching Kisaki make a call to arms to help Mikey. She could see how it looked natural, but based on everything she knows, it feels like a set up. It is too easy, especially with how he slipped through the sea of bodies to make it there. Then…Baji appears, aiming straight for him.

Takara remembers the way Baji told her he had a plan, that it would work but not that it was good and when she sees the one who attacked Mikey sneak up on him, blade glinting in the light as he stabs him, she knows Baji failed. She also knows this has officially gone too far. 

She digs out her cell phone, watching Baji force himself to stand, acting like he’s fine. She’s seen enough boys try to hide injuries so they could keep playing over the years, her brother included, to know he’s lying, even at this distance. 

“Hey,” she calls out to the two older boys who let her sit with them. “You guys might want to run. I’m calling an ambulance.” They offered to protect her while she was here. The least she could do was give them a fair warning. 

“Fight’s not over,” the blond with the glasses points out. 

“Yes, it is. Someone brought a knife to a fistfight. That means the rules changed and I’m stepping in before this goes off the rails. No one needs to die for some stupid shit.” She dials the number for emergency while the boys she’s with don’t move. They might rat her out for this, but she’ll take the chance. As soon as someone picks up, she starts talking fast, pitching her voice up higher so it’s less recognizable. “There’s a fight!” She gives off the location before continuing, trying to sound more panicked than she feels. “Someone’s been stabbed! I think they’re really hurt! Hurry!” She hangs up as soon as they confirm that someone is on the way. 

The one with the braids shakes his head, seemingly amused. “Get ready to move.”

Glasses glares towards her but Takara simply shrugs back, turning to see Mikey pummeling the one who stabbed Baji. She knows she should be concerned, but that seemed like a logical consequence for trying to murder a friend. Besides, the cops are on their way…even if she should have maybe requested two ambulances…

She watches as Baji calls for Mikey to stop as he stands…and then decides to be dramatic and stab himself. Again. 

Takara doesn’t think. She jumps off of the junk that she’s sitting on and hobbles her way over as she hears the boys panic, crying at Baji for what he’s done. No one’s putting pressure on the wound. Honestly, you’d think they were helpless.

She doesn’t listen as people try to stop her, managing to slip out of their grips before she can reach Baji and those who surround him. She can suddenly hear sirens and the panic around her increases. She ignores it, ignores the way Mikey stares at her as she pulls off her shirt and uses it to press against Baji’s stomach wound as she drops to her knees next to him. 

“Fucking idiot,” she mutters. Baji just grins at her. 

“Worked,” he says back before talking to her brother who moves in next to her, trying to cover her up from the gazes of the boys and men around them. She’s in a sports bra. Even if it’s not something anyone else here is used to, she’s fine. 

The one who stabbed Baji is stock still, staying even as Takara has to threaten her brother to leave. She’s not sure who pulls who away as Takemichi and Chifuyu leave, but she throws his jacket to Takashi so there’s no trace him. She doesn’t move, keeping her hands pressed against Baji and telling him that he’s not allowed to die. He grins at her again before passing out and she realizes that she hasn’t stopped the blood from the wound on his back. 

“Give me your shirt,” she demands, not even looking up at the attempted murderer. 

“What?” he asks, still seemingly in shock. She doesn’t know why. What did he think would happen? 

“Your shirt! Now!” 

He quickly strips it off, coming to kneel across from her on the other side of Baji. She grabs it and uses it to try to staunch the blood flow from the wound he created. 

“Is he..?”

“Shut up!” she snaps. She’s trying to save a friend and the cops are coming and she has to figure out what the story she’s going to tell is. Takara can only try because everyone else is fucking useless including the boy who stabbed her friend in the first place. Just because he’s passed out doesn’t mean he’s dead. There’s still time. 

It feels like forever before the ambulance finally arrives, paramedics praising her as they take over. Baji is taken into the ambulance and Takara stands in the junkyard alone, hands covered in blood and surrounded by police as they arrest the boy who stabbed him. 

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She’s covered with a blanket to give her some sense of modesty. She’s not sure if it’s for her or them. The police can’t seem to decide whether or not to praise her or tell her off for getting involved. Her story was that she was rollerblading and came across the two of them fighting. She saw Baji get stabbed and it devolved from there. She called emergency services and tried to help. That’s how they found them. 

She gets charged for being a public nuisance because of her rollerblading, because one of the cops recognized her, but it only comes with a small fine and a warning. She’s forced into slippers and doesn’t get to leave though until she’s picked up by an adult because she’s technically still a minor. 

“What about my friend?” she asks once they finally stop repeating their questions. “Is he okay?” 

There’s a moment of silence, the officers looking between each other, that tells her everything she needs to know. That explained why they suddenly came in earlier, their questions more demanding than before.

“Oh.” 

She had tried. Her hands were still stained with his blood. She could see it in the cracks of her skin and under her nails. She had tried. 

“Your friend died in the hospital,” one officer says softly. “They tried but…there–there was too much blood loss and his internal organs were shredded.”

“Fucking idiot,” She mutters again. She doesn’t say anything else. 

Takara feels as though she’s been submerged in water as the world moves around her. She can hear her father lecturing her for getting involved but she can’t really make out the words. It’s doesn’t matter. He’s not really hers. He finally falls silent, leaving her to her own thoughts on the ride home. 

She walks into the house, still wrapped up in a scratchy blanket, wearing thin slippers that threaten to fall off of her feet as her father tucks her blades away, and Takemichi comes running from the other room. He skids to a stop, looking at her. 

“Takara! What happened?”

“Baji’s dead,” she tells him, the simple fact it now is. She hears him protest, demand more information, but she ignores him, moving on autopilot to the bathroom. There is blood on her clothes and her skin. She strips, throwing the clothes in the garbage before stepping into the shower. She turns the water on as hot as she can stand it. 

Baji is dead. 

They weren’t close, but she liked him. He felt familiar, he made her laugh, and now he was dead because the boys in this world were fucking idiots. 

It was a sharp reminder of what awaited them, that the threat that continued to linger over Takemichi’s head waiting to fall in the future was real. 

She scrubbed hard at her skin. That was never going to happen to her brother. Just because the boys of this world were idiots, didn’t mean she had to fall into that same trap. Takemichi was going to be fine.  She’d make sure of it.  

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Takara has never been to a funeral like Baji’s.

Takemichi has yet to leave, to go back to his proper place in the future, and he leads her through it, whispering guidance. None of his advice helps when she finds her arms full with a crying older woman who is thanking her for trying to save her son. 

“Don’t thank me. It wasn’t enough,” Takara says softly. 

“It was,” the woman insists. 

She’s never dealt with this before but she hugs the woman back, hearing a voice in her head telling her that everyone deserves comfort, and she offers her apologies and assistance should the woman need it. 

The woman pulls back and cups her cheek gently, smiling softly at her as tears fall. “You’re a good girl. Your parents must be proud.” 

They barely act like she exists, but Takara nods and Baji’s mother is led away by another relative, back to her position for the wake. 

She sits with her brother. Their parents were too busy to attend a funeral for a boy they didn’t know, but they handed them money to contribute and left them to their own devices. They’re surrounded by friends, all of them here to offer their respects.

Chifuyu and Emma are crying, while Draken looks solemn. Mikey looks like he’s still in shock, like he did in the hospital when his men were around him and he was determined to be strong. It looks exhausting. 

Takemichi is crying. Of course, he is. She pulls out the tissues she brought in her bag because she knew he would and hands them over to him. Takara stares at Baji’s picture on the altar, listening to the service and the sounds of mourning but she doesn’t really hear it. All she knows is that it won’t be her, she won’t be sitting in a wake mourning again. She’s lost too much already. She won’t lose another brother. Not if she can help it.

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death note headcanons

because i know my death note mutuals aren’t getting what they wanted from me

light

-can crack his elbows the way one would crack their knuckles

-probably had to do a musical elective in his first year of middle school and chose guitar cause he thought it would be easy but it wasn’t.

-the type of song he really enjoys is very specific. going to hell yet i tried so so hard to please god song. i missed my only chance song. why wasn’t i like the other kids song. thrones playlist. i could elaborate but i won’t

-as for sexuality, i see him as not wanting to put a label on whatever he is in theory but in practice being some type of bispec (probably berriromantic) for romantic attraction and then somewhere on the asexual spectrum for sexual attraction.

-as for gender i see him as agender whose not really in labeling himself as anything when it comes to sexuality and gender.

-agender but probably 100% fine with being super male presenting. he just wants to keep out of gender as a convo and that’s great. good for him

-no!!!!! i refuse to say this mf is aromantic (because it’s not accurate and it’d be an insult to aromantic people to say he’s aro)!!!!!

-just because he manipulated misa and kiyomi into doing his bidding and didn’t love them doesn’t immediately make him aro. i’m sure he could have found someone if he wanted to, and he could have loved them if he was with them to love them, but he wasn’t with them to love them he was with them to use them.

misa

-half belgian half japanese. her parents met in belgium while her father was on vacation.

-also im torn bcos i wanna write an au where misa is mexican and that’s it everything else is the same as canon but i’m pretty sure that’s just me wanting her to be even more Like Me (tm)

-speaks a little bit of english, way more french, and obvi japanese. finds linguistics interesting but doesn’t have enough time to research it that thoroughly

-likes being short and “small” small girl aesthetic i guess but sometimes wishes she had longer legs so she could wear skirts w/o looking silly and short

-panromantic does not see gender at all when becoming attracted to someone. i see her as def on the ace spectrum, maybe something like demisexual or aegosexual. could be me projecting dunno.

-she’s probably dated both girls and boys before

-would NOT break up with someone in a rude way or just dump them. she’d put a lot of effort into an apology and explanation into why.

-if she met miu iruma they’d be best friends. sorry i bring danganronpa into everything guys

-can we please just appeciate mexican misa for a second. she’s cooking sopa de fideo for the task and being the bilingual hot girl we all needed

-mexican misa

-as for her music taste she probably listens to upbeat english language music and sappy love songs. “there is a light that never goes out” and “melt with you” sound like go-tos for her sorry. i could also see her being a bimbo pop ayesha + britney manson girlie though

-tbh whatever your race/ethnicity is you could project it onto misa and it’d work. i love it. anyway d d d d d d d did i say m m m mexican misa

-i think she’d love love love getting her hair done!!! sensitive scalp mf but she’d still love getting her hair done

-mexican misa visiting mexico and getting braids and cute clothes and her fave candy

-was not a theatre kid. sorry guys but her middle and high school didn’t offer theatre 😔😔

lawliet

-chronically dehydrated just because he forgets to drink water. he tries to drink water and always gets afraid of developing kidney / liver problems but he just keeps forgetting. what the fuck L

-soup stan i think he’d love some good soup. soup stan x soup cooker (lawmane)

-i think you could have a really deep convo about anything with L. if you’re passionate about anything he’ll just listen and he’ll talk to you about what he’s passionate about to. he loves to think and would def entertain you with a convo about whether a hot dog is a sandwich or something dumb like that you know.

-he’s a thinker he just loves discussions

-has a british accent when speaking english bcos watari and lived in england you know. he thinks british accents in english sound good tho and LOVES making fun of how silly new york accents are (me too bro. me too)

-if he went to middle school or the japanese/british equivalent of it, he’d def be the type to choose some weird ass elective fucking creative writing instead of the “normal” guitar, choir, band, orchestra and shit

[miraculous-magicalconnections]

Chloé Bourgeois, Zoé Lee, and Sabrina Raincomprix Redesign

For Chloé's redesign, I really wanted to heavily play into the idea that she wants nothing more than to impress her mother and I took it and ran with it

For her main outfit, I wanted to make her appear like a business woman, so I gave her a white dress with short sleeves and a small window on the front (there's shorts sewn into the skirt)

Her hair is up in a bun for two reasons: 1. it further helps bring together the "business woman" look she wants herself to have and 2. She may or may not have a massive crush on Marinette and copied her

She's one of the few characters who wears makeup, being the golden eyeshadow and eyeliner she wears

Her camouflaged Miraculous was pretty easy to redesign since I wanted it to be something she could wear often without it being noticeable

She's a closeted lesbian because she wants to be perfect, so she refuses to express these "bad" thoughts she has

She's French and American, I'm not entirely sure what ethnicity Audrey is but I like the idea of her being American

For Zoé's outfit, I wanted to show just how much control Audrey had despite being absent

Zoé wears a crop top to "show off" because that's what Audrey expects of her, she wears heels because that's what Audrey wants her to do, but Zoé doesn't wear an outfit that makes her mother proud, she wears an outfit that specifically uses what Audrey asks of her and makes it as horrible as possible (Bad color combo, heels with shorts, a cropped hoodie (that Audrey despises) and so on)

I doubt this outfit will be very prominent in the story as she'll get a new one not too long after her introduction but I wanted to show off what she typically wore prior to moving to Paris

While unconfirmed in canon, she's a lesbian in my rewrite and very proud about it

And she's American and Italian for no reason other than because I feel Audrey wouldn't date (let alone have a child with) anyone who wasn't at least somewhat famous

For Sabrina's redesigns, I wanted to heavily play into her acting as Chloé's servant, so she wears a yellow outfit as a way to show Chloé's power over her

I made her hair redder and her eyes more turquoise because I wanted her to stand out a bit more since so many characters have blue eyes and I wanted to make her being a redhead a bit more a part of her character

Her hair is in two braids because I both really like the style and to show how she's keeping herself separate from everything and when she eventually leaves Chloé, she'll let it down

She's a lesbian and is absolutely infatuated with Chloé which is partially why she puts up with Chloé as much as she does

While unintentional, her outfit, hair, and glasses make her look like Marcy from Scooby-Doo Mystery Inc. and I honestly love that, especially since the two are perfect parallels to each other

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Day 18-Headcannon

I have too many that I could draw out so here we are.

-Laurance Zvhal-

• 5 '9

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• heterochromia(After blindness is cured)

• Needs glasses, doesn't wear them

• his love language is physical touch

• Has a slight curl in his hair, which get's more curly when his hair is longer

• Agile and built more for speed

• Great cook

• knows how to braid hair

• Surprisingly easy to make flustered

• Has nightmares

• Bisexual

• Has some sharper features. Such as a sharper nose shape

• (Basically cannon but) hopeless romantic

• clingy

• knows hows to dance

• Loves to tick people off, specifically people who hate him

• Flirts intentionally with everyone, especially friends

• Has one scar on his face, that's on his left cheek.

• The rest of his scars are spread out across his body, even though I'd like to imagine there is one on his neck as well

• Sings when bored

• Fangs(Gets them from the Mefiwa curse)

-Garroth Ro'meave-

• 6 '0

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• When he ran away, he died his hair a browner tone and by the time of the events of Mcd the brown is fading out

• Freckles

• Has three scars on his face.

• Sort of has a mullet it sticks out of his helmet

• speaking of Helmet, he has helmet hair most of the time

• built like a tank

• Artist

• His pride gets in the way of his thinking quite a-lot

• Gay

• Has a more square facial structure.

• Guilt haunts him

• Deeper voice

• Temper issue

• Knows how to play the guitar

• Absolute hot mess

• Terrified to grow facial hair

• Gets shocked on how other people grew up, a-lot

• Knew Lucinda before everyone else met her

• Cats are his favorite animals

• Malik( Levin's father) is his Uncle

-Dante Ashida-

• Takes Nana's last name when he marries her

• Tanner skin

• Brown eyes

• 19 at the start of Mcd

• 34 by season 2

• 4 '11 In season 1, not for long though because he gets a growth spurt and is 6 '0 in season 2

• Shy

• Love language is words of affirmation

• Incredibly well balanced and agile

• Has a difficult time speaking about his feelings

• Dante's fascial shape is softer

• Pansexual

• likes to crotchet

• favorite animal are bunnies

• He gets nostalgia over everything

• keeps a journal

• supersingly charming

• makes bracelets for friends

• Likes to try on bows with Nana

• Panics if he loses his wedding ring

• Long eyelashes

-Katelyn Ognista-

• 6'2

• 25 at the start of Mcd

• Well mannered unless angered

• Dusty blue eyes

• Olive skin tone

• Athletic body type

• straight hair type

• Katelyn's anger is explosive. She tries to keep it down but it only makes it worse

• She likes flowers

• Her grandma was one the only female influences in her life

• Can play the flute

• She gets nauseous easily

• Starts MCD with short hair

• heart facial structure

• Has a resting B face

• Not certain on her future

• Misses her family

• Hates the ocean

• Favorite animal is lizards

• covered in scars

• her love language is acts of service

-Aphmau/Aphra-

• First and foremost, her name is Aphra in my retelling(I don't know if my writing of Mcd is a rewrite or not so eh)of Mcd

• 5 '0

• 21 at the start of Mcd

• Curly hair

• builder

• carries a pickaxe around

• Talks to herself

• Has a poor sense of personal space

• Chubby

• Stubborn

• Has the Dairies rebirth marks

• Likes to make flower crowns

• Feels required to take care of everyone

• Loves peonies

• Animals tend to flock around her

• Find tiny things adorable

• Tries to see the good in people but over eventually she doesn't....

• Her favorite shade of purple is this dusty dark purple. she finds it calming

• Curious on romance but finds she has too many complications in her life to explore it

• likes cat buts loves her wolves

• Has a hard time sleeping, like there's something waiting for her there....

I'm only going to do those 5. A-lot of things are stuff of my writing/ Rewrite of Mcd. Which has many OCs and is even told through an Oc. If any one who read this post wants to read my Rewrite of Mcd, I might post it on Tumblr. Have a nice day everyday!

[theobsidianempress]

If you are UNDER 18 – GO AWAY!!! This fic is not for you. There are graphic themes and mentions of sex. MDNI!

The Nanny

Summary:

Everything was going well for you. A good paying job, just graduated with your masters in child psychology and development along with your teaching certificate. Things seemed to be on the up and up until your boyfriend’s ego go in the way. Before you knew it you were living with your mom again in your childhood bedroom. You decided that rather than wallow in self pity, you’d put your degree to some use only that seemed to be harder than you thought. At the end of your rope you decided to look at the private ads and answered one for a single working father with two daughters. That turned out to be one of the best decisions you ever made.

Chapter 3: Level

All he wanted was for things to go smoothly. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently so. First, Nanami got sick so he couldn't watch the girls. Then his morning interviews canceled on him because he changed the venue last minute, and to put the rotten cherry on top of the melted sundae, the girls were throwing hissy fits because he wouldn’t let them wear their princess costumes in public. Great. He looked at his smartwatch and practically had a heart attack. It was 12:25 pm and he was nowhere near ready.

“FUCK!” He internally screamed, “Fuck it. They’re wearing clothes. We gotta go.” Suguru took a deep breath, “Okay, you two can be princesses today. Can you be big girls and get your bags together for papa?”

The twins instantly stopped crying and nodded their heads as they wiped their eyes.

“Good.” He smiled, “I’ll be back to check on you in a little bit.”

“Okay, papa!” The girls chorused as they began looking through their toys.

He spun on his heels and practically ran to his room. This was one of the few times he was cursing himself for not laying out his clothes the night before. Granted, he thought he’d have more time. He grabbed the first thing he saw, a teal polo and black slacks. Easy enough. He threw his hair up into his usual style and ran to go check on the girls. To his surprise, they were all packed and ready to go.

“Good job, girls!” He beamed at them, “I am so proud of you.”

The twins returned his smile with toothy ones of their own. He helped them with their shoes before sliding on his own. Before he stood, he looked at the girls and smiled, “Who wants to race papa to the car?” His eyes darted playfully between them.

“Me! Me!” They shouted and jumped as they waved their little arms in excitement. This was a game he knew they loved to play. It was really a tactic to get them to the car as fast as possible or they’d end up distracted by something in the yard. He locked the door behind him. He looked to Mimiko on his left and Nanako on his right.

“One.” He began.

Nanako began to bounce, “Two,” she continued.

“Three!” Mimiko shouted.

The girl's laughter rang out as they took off towards the car. Of course Suguru let the girl get ahead of him as he checked the time again — 12:45 pm.

“I won! I won!” Mimiko shouted as she touched the shiny black door of the vehicle.

“I’ll win next time!” Nanako said as she slowed down to a stop.

“You’re really fast, Mimiko. You too, Nanako.” Suguru said as he jogged up behind them attempting to keep up the act.

“Thanks, papa!” They smiled at him.

His heart couldn’t take it. They were adorable in their costumes and matching braids. While they could be a handful at times, he wouldn’t give up his girls for the world.

———

You gave your mom a peck on the cheek, “Thanks, mom! Love you!” You said in a hurry as you hopped out of the car. You didn’t give her a chance to respond as you shut the door and hurried towards the meeting spot. You dug your phone out of your purse to see that you had two messages from Suguru.

“Hello Y/N. I’m really sorry but I’m running behind. I have to bring my girls with me.” Read the messages.

You perked up. You didn’t feel as bad for running behind and you’d have the opportunity to meet his little ones! You weren’t sure how far behind he was running but it was better than him canceling all together. Your nerves began to spike.You began to fidget with the silver ring around your right ring finger.

“What if his kids don’t like me? If I want this gig then they have to like me, right?” You thought as you looked for a place to sit, still subconsciously messing with the ring on your finger, “I mean would he even bother to hire someone that his kids don’t like? Maybe qualifications matter more? Or what if he doesn’t like me?” Your heart sank, “Would he hire someone he doesn’t like but his kids do or—”

“Y/N?” You heard a baritone voice call.

You whipped around to see a tall well built man with long black hair that fell just above his waist. You noted that his teal polo complemented his violet eyes. His black slacks were neatly pressed and loafers were hardly worn. It was clear that even though this was a weekend he still took pride in how he looked.

“Papa! She’s pretty! Who is she?” You heard a little voice say.

Your attention shifted to the two girls on either side of him wearing princess costumes. They were adorable! Pink and purple princess costumes and matching tiaras. One was blonde and the other had chocolate brown hair. You thought it was strange that they looked nothing like their father but genetics were weird like that.

You crouched down to meet the girls on their level, “I’m nowhere as pretty as you two! You’re the prettiest princesses I’ve ever met! I’m Y/N. Who are the princesses that grace my presence?” You looked between them.

“I’m Princess Nanako.” The blond one said with her chest puffed out proudly.

“And I’m Princess Mimiko.” The brown haired one said with a slight bow.

You smiled warmly at them, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Nanako and Princess Mimiko.” You bowed your head slightly.

“Alright, girls. Go and play. I’ll be right here with Ms. Y/N, okay?” Suguru said as he ushered them towards the play area.

“Okay, Papa!” They chorused.

You looked after them for a moment as they bantered back and forth running to the playground before turning your attention to Suguru, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Geto.” You bowed respectfully.

He smiled warmly and returned your gesture, “I can say the same, Ms. Y/N.” He sheepishly rubbed his neck, “Thank you for playing along with the girls. They refused to change this morning and as a parent, I’ve learned to pick my battles.”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement, “Yeah. One thing I’ve learned by working with kids is compromise.”

The two of you took a seat close by so Suguru could keep an eye on the girls as the two of you talked. He asked the typical questions about your education and history. You answered in kind and elaborated on things that needed clarification.

“What made you want to work with kids?” He asked.

With no hesitation you answered, “In high school I was a part of a mentorship program. I thought I would hate it but I ended up loving it. I loved hanging out and having fun with the kids and teaching them things. I realized then that I love working with kids and want to help them be the best they can be.”

Suguru was silent for a moment before he nodded his head. With every answer you gave and your clear passion for children he began to like you more and more. He felt like he could trust you with the girls. He just had one last question for you, “What do you think makes a good nanny?”

“Someone who can explain things and relate to kids on their level and be just as childish and goofy as they are at times. It’s good to balance both.”

“Papa! Papa! Look what I drew!” Nanako came bounding over waving her drawing over her head.

Suguru gave you an apologetic look before turning to Nanako, “What do you have here?”

Her little smile widened, “I drew a lady! Isn’t she pretty?”

“She’s gorgeous, sweetheart.” He smiled warmly at her as he handed her drawing back.

Nanako then came running over to you, “Ms. Y/N, do you like her?” Her big brown eyes were large and hopeful.

“Like her? I love her! You did such a good job! I love her blue hair!”

Her smile grew even brighter than before, “Really! Mimiko said I should have made her hair a ‘real color’.”

You cocked your head, “But blue is a real color.”

“That’s what I said!” She looked over her shoulder at her sister who was still coloring and stuck her tongue out. Mimiko made a face but refused to engage further.

“Nanako, be nice.” Suguru warned.

“Sorry, papa…” she said with a begrudging tone.

“Hey, How bout you and your sister draw a piece together and show us when you’re done, okay?” Suguru posed.

Nanako seemed to think on the idea for a second, “I guess…” She seemed hesitant to the idea.

You furrowed your brow, “Why not? I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

“Well, Mimiko doesn’t like to draw people. She likes to draw other stuff. Like trees and junk… those are no fun.” She pouted.

“Hmm…” You crossed your arms and tapped your chin in an exaggerated manner, “Well, I think you two can still draw together.”

“How?” She asked.

“How about this — your sister could draw the background and then you could draw the people. Sound like a plan?” You watched as the gears started turning in her little head before she grinned up at you and Suguru.

“Okay! I have a really cool idea!” She turned on her heels back to her sister, “Mimiko! Mimiko! I got something we can do together!”

“She’s the leader out of the two of them isn’t she?” You asked as you turned back to Suguru.

He chuckled a bit, “What gave it away?”

You bobbed your head from side to side, “Call it a good guess.”

The two of you shared a light hearted laugh. Yeah, he was sure he liked you. He was amazed at how you engaged with her and were so sweet and complimented Nanako’s drawing. You seemed to genuinely enjoy it. He probably would have never suggested that the girls draw something together since they like different things. You made it sound like a fun project that they could do together.

Suguru cleared his throat, “So, Ms. Y/N, is there a specific salary you were looking for?”

You hadn’t thought of a concrete number… you were just looking for enough to live on your own again and pay your bills. You spat out a random number that seemed fair. You watched as Suguru pulled a small notebook and pen from his pocket. He scribbled something on it and slid it over to you. Looked at the number he’d written and almost forgot how to breathe. The number on that paper surely had to be a mistake right?

“Does that seem fair?” He asked.

You looked from him to the page and back to him, “You’re really ready to offer me this amount of money to be a nanny for your daughters?” You asked half thinking he’d change his offer.

“Is that not enough?” He reached for the notebook again.

Your hand shot out to stop him. “No! This is — this is more than enough. I’m just shocked… is all…” An embarrassed blush touched your cheeks.

“Why?” He probed.

“No one has offered me anything close to this… All my other offers were far less than this. I mean why so much?” You admitted. Deep down you didn’t think you were worth the literal quarter of a million he was offering you. Yeah, he was a rich executive but it still seemed like a bit much.

“In the case things don’t work out you’d at least have enough to get you by until you find another family to work for. Though, I would hope you’d be in it for the long haul.” He said as he leaned forward.

You stiffened like a plank of wood, “A-are you offering me the job?” You tried to keep your growing excitement from bursting out of you.

A small smile crossed his lips, “Yes, I am. Do you accept?”

“A-absolutely!” You couldn’t help but smile. You tried your best from grinning like a madman but that was becoming harder by the second.

“Great. I’ll send the moving crew in a week to get you and your things.” He said as his own smile grew.

“Wait, what? Movers?” You heard a record scratch.

His face scrunched in confusion, “Yes. You were aware that this was a live-in position, right?”

You had applied to so many positions that at some point you stopped reading them all the way. Oops… You shook your head, “Silly me, I must have let that detail slip my mind.” You laughed nervously. “I’m fine being a live-in nanny, but I do have two cats and they go where I go.” You rubbed your arm nervously.

“That’s fine.” He hunched, “I’m sure the girls would love two new furry friends.”

You felt your whole body vibrate with excitement and relief. The hunt for a new job was over and now you were onto something new.

You took the metro home rather than have your mom come and pick you up. The entire way home you were buzzing with excitement until you realized you’d have to tell your mom you were moving out again. While the circumstances of you moving back in with your mom weren’t ideal, you still enjoyed having her around as she did you. You wondered how your mom would react to you being a live-in nanny. You began to fidget with your silver ring again. Your heart broke a little as thoughts of your mom crying filled your mind. On one hand, You didn’t want to upset her with your sudden departure but, on the other hand, you were an adult and needed to be a big girl. A female voice announced your stop and you hopped off. The whole way you were going over ways to tell your mom you were moving out as you twilttled with your ring. Your body seemed to grow heavier with each step as you neared the front door.

“I’ll just have to be direct… the more I dance around the subject the worse it’ll be.” You thought as you dug for your keys. You took a deep breath as your hand wrapped around the brass door knob. You walked hoping your mom was still out and about but she was right there with a huge anticipatory smile.

“Well? How’d it go?” She bounced a little as she spoke.

“I got the job!” You pushed a smile on your face.

Your mom knew you like the back of her hand. She could tell something was up when you weren’t bouncing off the walls.

“What’s going on? I thought you’d be excited.” Her hands dropped to her sides.

You bobbed your head from side to side, “I am excited. Really! But umm…”

“‘Umm’ what, sweetie?” She prompted.

You let out a heavy sigh, “It’s a live-in position. I’m moving out but the end of the week.” You said it so fast that it sounded like a single sentence.

She was silent for a moment before busting out in laughter, “Aww, my baby,” She cooed as she shuffled towards you, “is that what you were afraid to tell me?”

“Wh — you’re not sad?” You asked absolutely befuddled.

She snorted, “I’m sad, but not heartbroken. You’re an adult. I never expected you to stay. Not forever, at least.” Your mom pressed your head against her chest in a hug.

You relaxed into her and hugged her back. You mentally kicked yourself for letting your anxiety get the better of you. You should have known that she wouldn’t break down into a sobbing mess. It wasn’t that deep.

“Sweetie, you’re just moving out again. It’s not like you’re moving countries. You can still call me and see me when you have time.” She said as she rubbed your back.

“Yeah… I guess.” You admitted in a sigh.

Your mom pulled back and held you by the shoulders at arm's length, “Thank you for considering my feelings, baby, but, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you, mom.” You gave a soft smile.

She pinched your cheek playfully, “I know. You’re so sweet. But enough of all this.” She fanned her hands around as if to get rid of all the heaviness that still lingered in the air, “Where does my baby girl wanna go for dinner tonight?” She clasped her hands together with a loud clap.

You leaned against the coat closet as you gave it honest thought, “Well there is a hot pot place I saw earlier when you were dropping me off.”

Your mom perked up, “Oh! My friend was just telling me about that place! We’re definitely going!”

You let out a short laugh, “They have all you can eat hot pot for like $30.”

You saw stars form in your mom’s eyes. She loved good food and an even better deal, “Oh, you shouldn’t have told me that, Y/N.”

A cheeky smile crossed your lips as you hunched, “What kind of daughter would I be if I didn’t tell my mom about all the best deals?”

The next seven days were a roller coaster to say the least. Packing all your stuff again. At least this time you had more time to make sure it was packed properly and not tossed into a bag or box. Then there was working with Suguru for a plan for your cats since moving animals was stressful on both parties. There were a lot of moving pieces for you to block out again. You wished he’d given you more time to get your shit together, but he was the one calling the shots. Who were you to complain?

As you were packing more of your things from your closet something hard fell from the top shelf and fell square on your foot. You howled in pain while giving your best impression of a pogo stick. After the pain lessened to a dull throb you checked to see if you were bleeding. You were fine but fuck did that hurt.

Your eyes scanned the floor of your closet to look for what had fallen. A silver glint caught your sight. When you moved your hanging clothes out of the way you found that it was a picture frame.

“Dad?” You wondered aloud.

You picked up the frame and dusted off the glass for a clearer picture. It was your dad. He was smiling a wide toothy grin holding a little white kitten with a small tabby kitten on his head.

You laughed a little as you thought back to that day.

You and your parents were walking home and heard tiny mewls coming from somewhere. You took off to find the source of the sounds. Your parents' voices fading in the distance. It didn’t take you long to find the cause. In a cardboard box labeled ‘free kittens’ you saw two little kittens — one was all white and the other was a brown tabby with a white chest and paws.

“Aww… you poor things…” you crouched down to offer your hand.

The kittens backed away before sniffing your hand. The tabby headbutted your hand and the white one let you pet him.

Your parents had come running up behind you scaring the poor things back into their initial corner.

“Y/N!”

You didn’t bother to address them. Your focus was solely on the two abandoned kittens who were huddling in the corner of their box, “It’s okay, babies. They won’t hurt you.” You made little noises to get them to come to you again. Your parents put two and two together.

“Y/N. You’re not bringing them home. We can take them to the shelter.” Your dad said.

“Dad! Just look at them. You can’t leave these lil’ guys in the shelter.” You managed to pick them up. You turned to your parents to show them the kittens who were mewling up a storm.

“Aww! Look at ‘em, honey! They’re so little!” Your mom cooed as she began to pet the tabby.

“No! We don’t need pets! We work and you,” he said gesturing to you, “Have school! We don’t have time.” He huffed.

“I’ll make time. You and mom always made time for me when I was little, so why can’t I do the same for these little guys?” You said nuzzling them.

“No.” He was firm in his refusal.

“Aww, come on, honey. Just hold one.” Your mom said.

“Yeah, dad, hold one!” You practically shoved the kittens in his hands.

“W — Wha — Now — ” Before he could finish his thought he was holding two fuzzy kittens in his arms. The little white one was content in his arms but the Tabby had other plans. He climbed your dad’s shirt and used his claws to grab onto his baseball cap. When he was square on top of your dad’s head, he decided to loaf there. It all happened so fast that you and your mom were just staring in shock. You were certain that your dad was going to hold firm in his objection to keeping the kittens. Your heart sank for a moment before he burst out in a fit of laughter.

Your mom snapped that photo on her phone while she had the chance. You walked over and took the small tabby kitten off of his head and scratched his little head. He purred heavily in your hands.

“What should we name them, kitten?” He asked you.

“Huh? Oh, well, uh…” You stuttered, “Wait, we can keep them?” You smiled hopefully at your dad.

He nodded, “I wouldn’t ask you for a name if I had no intention of keeping them.”

You looked down at the little tabby in your arms, “Why not call this one Mochi? He looks like chocolate mochi, doesn’t he?”

Your dad nodded, “I think Mochi is a fine name for him.”

“I think we should name this little fella, Shiro.” Your mom posed as she gave the white kitten head scratches.

“He looks more like a Yuki to me, mom.” The kitten seemed to purr harder and lean into your scratches more when you mentioned the name Yuki.

Your dad laughed, “I think he likes Yuki better, love.”

Your mom huffed, “Sure, whatever.”

Since then, Mochi and Yuki were yours.

You ran a thumb against the embossing of the silver frame, “I know, dad. I’m bringing you with me. I could never leave you.” You walked over to an open box you had on your bed and placed the picture inside before taping it shut.

Next chapter to be poster 8/17 at 5pm CST! If you want to be added to a tag list comment “tag pls”

[cloverskentwells]

inspired by @thefloatingwriter to make a list of clove headcanons because dayne did such a good job with johanna headcanons

so i see the vision for her as an only child/orphan but i'm of the strong belief that she has a lot of little sister energy. she has three older brothers - marcellus, mason, and gunner.

marcellus went off to be a peacekeeper in district 7 or 9 or whatever, months before clove was born, and she never met him.

mason was her favorite before he moved out when she was five because he was super nice and always playing with her.

... gunner is a weapons maker who visits like once a year but he always happens to visit when clove is at training so she doesn't get the chance to talk to him.

her brothers are all a lot older than her because she was an "accident baby"

clove's a bi girlie but she doesn't think about it that often since she's obviously super busy with training and doesn't date.

she's such a loner girl, like she's worse than katniss because she doesn't think people like her and also doesn't know anyone she genuinely likes enough to hang out with. it surprised her in the arena how funny marvel was and how surprisingly nice glimmer is, and even more when cato whom she'd written off as an arrogant and a jerk turns out to have a lot in common with her and really understand her

i've seen a lot of fics about clove's hobby/talent being woodcarving and you are all 100% correct. cooking and woodcarving are both great things that involve knives, and clove also sometimes likes to garden because knives might be her life but she's a person outside of that

her personal fashion style -> comfortable, quick, easy to wear but also flattering her body. leather jackets with spaces to hide knives, dark hair always in stylish braids to keep it out of her face during training/workouts and still look cute, and black combat boots. she likes knee length cardigans when she's in her home.

she hates cold and so you can find her huddled in front of the fireplace.

clove is a frigid bitch (affectionate) who keeps others at a distance and she unlearns this habit as a victor, first with cato and then with her parents. she laid that groundwork with cato in the arena and her parents watching the tv were surprised by how companionable she seemed to be around him and how she smiled a little more.

she clutches the handle of her knife in her sleep, it's like her stuffed animal and it's adorable. clove also murmurs death threats in her sleep, like a lot!!

she secretly loves it when someone she likes/cares about (cato, maybe glimmer on like the first night of the games, her mom at one point before they drifted apart with clove's training) braids her hair because the hands on her scalp and a tender touch from someone she loves deeply feels good. she'll never admit it though because she wants to give a strong don't touch me energy

ooh here's an interesting one that just came to me: so remember that lizard clove killed in the games? so mason actually gave her a pet lizard as a birthday gift on one of his few visits, and she took care of it and loved it so much. however one night she was practicing her knife throwing at targets in the backyard and the lizard was climbing up the tree she was throwing at and she accidentally killed it. clove cried like a little kid for hours that night but she didn't want anyone to see her in such a shameful position so her parents never found out. the lizard in the arena triggered that memory