#skatterbrain

[tattoos-and-ballgowns]

MANGO DOG

Heard this guy on a subway platform, after he was done an older guy and I shuffled over and asked for his deets

Very shoegaze, reminds me of these Canadian indie pop artists I was listing to from skatterbrain’s old blog, but I’m pretty sure its a case of convergent evolution

enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to

[ruvi-muffin]

I LOVE TALKING TO OTHER PPL W ADHD

LIKE !!

The effort it takes to keep the same conversation subject going for as long as nt ppl think is appropriate is Exausting !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need to be able to change the subject every other sentense

And contrary to popular belief i don't find it annoying when others do it to me, it feels Organic and wonderful bc Yes my brain does move that quicky all of the time, and i like that your brain is just as quick

[banner-needs-a-hug]

Jen: So we could argue that Skaars an American citizen en sanguis if it’s that important to you

Bruce: Yeah just lemme call him up like “hey kid you wanna pay taxes”

[skatterbrainedcomic]

Dating problems when two metalheads are into different sub-genres. xD

To be fair, neither of us are wrong

[zeqoo69]

#skatterbrains #clubjammin #matuyama #barcaezar 今年の初ライヴ 演ります。20:00から。 しかし、暑いわ。

[fulokis]

....

[yastaghr]

The Hunt for the Nest

I don’t usually post twice in one day, but @lythecreatorart needs some cheering up and I just finished this fic! It’s some SFW Errink fluff!

Summary: Error wants to leave a mark on the Doodle Sphere that his boyfriend, Ink, has just shown him. He comes up with a cheeky scheme to not only leave one, but tease Ink at the same time.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26565958

Error dusted off his hands happily, staring up at his handiwork. A giant nest of strings hung between two of the doors in Ink’s Doodle Sphere. Ever since the artist had invited him into his zone, Error had been trying to think up the perfect way to leave his mark on the island-filled space. His mind had kept wandering back to his strings. What else could be more him than that? The problem was what to do with them. Eventually, one day when he was visiting Birdtale, Error had the idea. Why not build a nest? He had seen non-sentient birds build them, and the bird-brains here did, too. Surely he could make something similar with string. And here it was!

The whole thing was easily big enough to hold both of them, even with the sprawl that artist mistakenly called sleeping. There were soft blankets inside and pillows, too. All, of course, were blue. Blue was his favorite color. Besides, Error wanted to use his own strings for this for… reasons. Someone else’s simply wouldn’t do.

Now came the fun part of building this: using the thing to tease Ink with. His plan was foolproof. It needed to be. Ink was definitely a fool.

Error opened up a quick portal out of the Doodle Sphere and into a random universe. He then jumped through about fifty other portals, sometimes opening up multiple holes or jumping back through the one he’d entered with, to muddy the trail. Only after he was starting to get tired did Error open the portal to the world he really wanted; it was the one that Ink was in. Why that idiot spent so much time in this universe was beyond him. There was nothing here except darkness. There wasn’t even a Sans. It was just empty, boring black everywhere you looked. A blank that its creator had abandoned long ago.

Ink spun around to face him even though Error knew he hadn’t made any noise. At first his face was just… blank. Blank just like this universe was. But then his eye lights, a blue heart and a green question mark, returned and a smile lit up his face. “Hey, Error! I was just thinking about you! Isn’t it weird that you would show up right after that?”

Error, thoughts derailed by the skatterbrain of the monster he loved, said, “i dOn't kNoW. wHy wErE YoU ThInKiNg aBoUt mE, oR Do i wAnT To kNoW?”

Ink grinned. His eye lights changed to an orange diamond and a yellow exclamation point. Uh oh. That wasn’t good at all.  “Oh! I was just thinking about how I’ve never seen you eat sushi. Do you like sushi?”

“WhAt-” Error started to say.

“I don’t like sushi because the little white thingies they use always get stuck up my nose,” Ink carried on talking, oblivious.

“yOu'rE NoT SuPpOsEd tO-” Error tried again.

“But at the same time I do like sushi because that little green stuff they put on the side makes my nose run! It’s really nice when I’ve got a cold. Just a drop of that and I’m cle-”

It was Error’s turn to interrupt. “INK!!!!”

Ink closed his mouth and looked at him, his left eye light shifting from the diamond into a blue heart. “What is it, Glitchy?”

“i'vE GoT A PrEsEnT FoR YoU.”

Those magic words had Ink’s full attention. He practically quivered with it. It was pathetic (definitely not impressive, no way) how much Ink gave off the impression that he was an exclamation mark in a skeletal body. “Gimme!”

“iT'S NoT HeRe, DuMbAsS,” Error said, rolling his mismatched eye lights fondly, “iT'S HiDdEn. If yOu wAnT It yOu hAvE To fInD It."

Now both of Ink’s eye lights were exclamation points: one green, one yellow. “Ooh! A puzzle gift! Those are the best kind! Where did you hide it? And don’t say “the multiverse” this time. That was almost impossible!”

Error chuckled. That had been a good one. Ink had been searching for weeks for that special easel Error had… acquired for him. He’d finally found it in Chocotale #021. “i dOn't kNoW WhAt yOu'rE TaLkInG AbOuT. i'm nOt gOiNg tO SaY ThAt. I WaS GoInG To sAy iT'S HiDdEn iN ThE DoOdLe sPhErE.”

Ink pouted. “That’s almost as bad! The Doodle Sphere has an island for every universe in the multiverse! You know that! It’s huge! It’ll take me days to search it all!”

Error’s grin was definitely cheeky. He was a glitch! What fun could a glitch have if there wasn’t a little cheek in his life? “yOu'd bEtTeR GeT StArTeD, tHeN, sQuId. ThAt pReSeNt iSn't gOiNg tO FiNd iTsElF!”

=====

Several days later, Ink panted and leaned against the door to Ketotale. He’d been searching non-stop all this time, and he still couldn’t find that damned gift. He felt like he’d searched everywhere at least once, and it wasn’t nearly as much fun anymore - now it was just frustrating. So, Ink did the best thing he could think of doing, his default when a problem grew boring; he searched for someone to pester into helping him. Lucky for him, there was one monster who could be guaranteed to be helpful right now: Error.

Ink found him in Chocotale, which wasn’t that surprising. Error loved chocolate, so an entire world made out of nothing else was bound to appeal. He was munching on the shutters of someone’s house. Ink would have chastised him, but he knew for a fact that most of the inhabitants of Chocotale now had Destroyer Insurance™. That was absolute genius.

Ink poked the monster he wanted in his life more than any other in the back. Error glanced over his shoulder, an unimpressed expression on his face. He finished chewing the chocolate in his mouth with agonizing slowness. Ink stuck his tongue out at him. Rude. “i tHoUgHt yOu wErE SeArChInG FoR My pReSeNt. DiD YoU GeT BoReD AlReAdY? iT'S OnLy bEeN FoUr dAyS. yOu uSuAlLy lAsT LoNgEr tHaN ThIs.”

Ink huffed. “I have been! I’ve been looking nonstop all this time! I swear I’ve searched the entire Doodle Sphere, but I can’t find anything out of place! At least give me a hint, Error. Please~!”

Error rolled his eyes and turned back to his meal. The shutters were more than half destroyed at this point. Oh, well. “tHaT SoUnDs lIkE A PeRsOnAl pRoBlEm tO Me. I'M NoT GoInG To gIvE YoU AnY HiNtS UnTiL It's bEeN At lEaSt a wEeK.”

Ink’s pout was really something to behold. He had no idea what it looked like, but it usually worked on Error like nothing else would. Of course, for it to work Error would have to actually see it. Right now he couldn’t. Thus, the pokes would begin. They were spaced just far enough apart and just firm enough that Error couldn’t ignore them. Ink also moved the spot he was poking all around Error’s back at random so he couldn’t get used to the sensation in a particular place.

Error groaned and spun around to face him, annoyance in his eyes. “fInE! wHaT Is iT YoU WaNt tO KnOw, SqUiD?”

Ink grinned. Yes! Score! He won, and now he could ask… what’d he want to ask again? “Um…”

The glitch rolled his eyes. “tYpIcAl. HoW CaN YoU SaY YoU'Ve sEaRcHeD ThE EnTiRe dOoDlE SpHeRe iF YoU CaN'T EvEn rEmEmBeR WhAt wE'Re tAlKiNg aBoUt fOr tEn mInUtEs?”

A lightning bulb went off in his head. “Oh! Yeah! How is it that you can hide something in the Doodle Sphere that I know like the back of my hand? You’ve only spent a little bit of time there before, and it’s huge!” Error looked down. Ink followed his eyes to see his gloved hand. Oh, yeah. He didn’t exactly know what the back of his hand looked like, did he? “Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best metaphor, but you know what I mean!”

Error chuckled. “yEs, I Do. Do yOu, tHoUgH?”

It was Ink’s turn to glare. “Wow, rude. What have you been doing while I’ve been searching alone, hanging out with the Bad Sanses again?”

“wHo sAiD YoU WeRe sEaRcHiNg aLoNe?” Error said, and then he froze. Ink grinned triumphantly. Ah hah! Error had been following him, had he? “...CrAp, I ShOuLdN'T HaVe sAiD ThAt.”

“Too late, Mr. Stalker! What were you even doing following me around? Making sure I didn’t find it?” Ink asked, not really expecting an answer.

“mAyBe…” Error admitted.

Ink narrowed his eyes. “And how were you doing that? You weren’t distracting me because I didn’t see you there, so what…?”

“oKaY, oKaY! i wAs mOvInG It, OkAy? AnY TiMe yOu gOt cLoSe tO ThE PrEsEnT I WoUlD MoVe iT SoMePlAcE ElSe. I DiDn't wAnT YoU FiNdInG It tOo sOoN, dId i?” Error finally admitted the infuriating truth.

“Cheater!” Ink accused the monster he loved, “That’s cheating! No fair!”

Error rolled his eyes. “oH, tHaT'S So mAtUrE, iNk. It's nOt lIkE YoU DiDn't cHeAt lAsT TiMe, EiThEr. ReCrUiTiNg yOuR ViSiTiNg dOpPlEgAnGeR In oRdEr tO MaKe mE ThInK YoU'Ve fIgUrEd oUt hOw tO BrEaK PhYsIcS WiThOuT MaGiC Is sO ChEaTiNg.”

Ink huffed. “Fine then. I still think this is too much. You owe me a favor for this!”

“fInE,” Error huffed back at him, “wHaT KiNd oF FaVoR DiD YoU HaVe iN MiNd? dId yOu wAnT Me tO KnIt yOu sOmEtHiNg? PuT AnOtHeR UnIvErSe oN ThE UnToUcHaBlE LiSt?”

Ink’s triumphant grin returned. “I want you to show me where this present is!”

Error blinked at him. Ink knew that expression. It was one of bewilderment. “tHaT'S AlL? yOu jUsT WaNt mE To hElP YoU FiNd mY PrEsEnT? rEaLlY?”

“Yeah!” Ink said with a smile. “I didn’t say it was going to be a big favor, and I want to know!”

“Do yOu wAnT Me tO Do tHaT NoW?” Error asked, still stunned.

“Yeah! Come on, Glitchy, let’s go!” Ink said, grabbing Error’s hand and pulling out Broomy. He was just about to spill some ink for a portal when Error pulled his hand out of Ink’s. The artist eyed Error with confusion in his eyes.

“tHeRe's nO FuCkInG WaY We'rE TaKiNg oNe oF YoUr pOrTaLs. ThEy mAkE Me sIcK To mY StOmAcH,” Error complained, sticking his tongue out and cocking his hand to act. “i'm gOiNg tO OpEn mY OwN PoRtAl. If yOu sTiLl wAnT To uSe yOuR MoNsTrOsItY YoU CaN. i'lL MeEt yOu aT ThE HoUsE.”

With that, Error stepped through a glitching portal into the gold-tinted landscape. Ink quickly dove in after him. He had intended to roll to his feet, but he misjudged the height of the portal off the ground and ended up planting face-first into the dirt. He spat out a mouthful of dirt and grass. It didn’t taste too bad, honestly. It was just… weird. Granulated and chlorophyll-y. Yep, definitely weird.

“aRe yOu dOnE EaTiNg tHe fUcKiNg dIrT Or aRe yOu gOiNg bAcK FoR AnOtHeR MoUtHfUl?” Error’s glitchy voice asked from above him. Ink jumped up, spat out another piece of grass, and smiled at the monster who fascinated him more than any other. As was typical for him, Error said, “wOw, YoUr tEeTh aRe aLmOsT A PrOpEr cOlOr nOw! StIlL ToO BlUe, BuT ThAt's tO Be eXpEcTeD. yOu nEvEr cOuLd mAnAgE A PrOpEr yElLoW, eVeN ThAt tImE YoU TrIeD To dReSs uP As mE FoR ThE CoStUmE BaLl. ReAlLy, WhAtEvEr mAdE YoU ThInK My tEeTh aRe tHe sAmE CoLoUr aS MaRmAlAdE?”

Ink tapped his chin, trying to remember whatever event Error was talking about. He couldn’t. “Did that really happen, or are you making something up again?”

Error grinned, “i'm mAkInG SoMeThInG Up.”

“Oh. Yay.” Ink said it with as little emotion as he could get without taking paint thinner. “Can we go find my present now?”

Error rolled his eye lights, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “yEaH, yOu rAiNbOw bAsTaRd. We cAn gO FiNd yOuR PrEsEnT. fOlLoW Me.” He turned on his heel and walked to the edge of the island. Then he leapt up to the next one.

Ink rolled his eye lights and just used his paint. It was so much faster! He could just use the puddles of paint that every island had and teleport without needing to jump.

They went between enough islands that Ink had forgotten what they were searching for. All he knew was that he was following Error somewhere. When he saw it, though, he knew exactly what it was. The nest was hanging between Pediatale #002 and Underhood #410. It looked amazing! It was huge, and it was full of pillows, and it was cool!

Ink found himself getting so happy that he started floating. He giggled, the extreme amount of happiness he was using overriding any fear that he might drift away. Then that teeny bit of fear vanished when Error’s strings wrapped around his ankle.

“dOn't fLoAt aWaY NoW, sQuId. GeT BaCk dOwN HeRe aNd cUdDlE WiTh mE!” Error demanded.

Ink giggled some more and complied. He let Error’s strings tow him into the nest, where he floated down to Error’s side. He nestled into the soft, fluffy bed of the nest and sighed. This was just about perfect.

[enbeast]

HOT NEW ZR QUESTION REBLOG WITH WHAT YOUR 5 WOULD TALK ABOUT IF GIVEN A RADIO SEGMENT bonus points if you describe a typical episode

i have no idea why my 5 would be given a segment on account of them being sweary, skatterbrained, and mute, but i can imagine them roping one of their friends in as a translator (their number one pick is peter because hes pretty much the only one that emotes while reading their signing out loud so im going to assume him as the main cohost)

5 continuously swears on air but peter just replaces them with the silliest non-swears he can think of and it drives 5 up the wall.

5 tends to use their airtime to either talk about their current special interest (sharks, dog training, various YA fiction, and cartoons to name a few) or just talk shit with peter (shit talking various antagonists 5 has had to deal with, gossiping, running/survival/etc tips and anecdotes, and bickering.

the segment was only a few episodes before they had to surrender the airtime to someone who was even mildly competent but there was a brief petition of roflnet to "let runner 5 say fuck"

they had an outro which was something along the lines of "this is runner fucking five signing out" and while this was given the same treatment as all their other swears (peter used a different G-rated swear each time) on the final episode before they were taken off the air he leaned in really close to the mic and said it with the actual swear.

[wishingforhappylives-blog]

Have you ever wished for love?

Well I did at one time have the love of my life.  My children are the only thing good to come out of it and I have to say,  He made me happy but I missed a lot of important things.  Love can be happy, enchanting, exciting, and a million other words.  It makes you stupid and do or say stupid things.  Love can either make you see the things you need to do t help your partner or it can make you completely blind of their faults....I was the latter.  If anyone out there is lucky enough to find the love of their life, hold on to them, keep an eye on their health and concerns, and for the love of god don't waste a single moment.

My blindness of my fiancé's pains and emotional distraught led to him developing an addiction, and because I was always working to make him and our children happy I was never able to see the obvious signs.  My blindness let it get so out of hand he passed away.  My children no longer have their father and I can no longer trust meeting new people.  If I was blind to all of the signs coming from the one person i trusted the most, besides my close family and children, how the hell can I learn to trust  new people.  

My answer is that it is impossible.  I miss the loving feeling I had in his arms.  I miss the possessively deep looks he gave me.  Every one tells me I will find someone who can make me happy again but how am I even supposed to think of that when I blame myself for his passing.  I'm not pretty, I'm not strong, I'm simple minded and I am 90lbs and all used up.  No one looks for that in a woman.  they do not want someone who isn't mentally ok with their self.  Its hard for most men to accept a young woman who already has children...

I know people say mean things about me, I have come to expect it from everyone.  Does it make it hurt any less?   Fuck no, but that's what life is.  All I want to do is just give up.  I know I cant for my children's sake but I can only take so much.  I can be rude to a lot of people but I do not mean to be.  I just shut down because my head just goes to evaluation mode where its trying to determine if the person in front of me is a genuine person or just two-faced, or if they are like "he" was. 

I mean I understand I can be a skatter brained idiot most of the time but if it keeps my mind from replaying the worst night of my life in high-def.  Ill do what can to keep myself sane.  As  I am writing this I know no one is going to read it but if you are out there reading this...don't become stupid like I did

[fakesurprise]

Wary Mornings: jaysome edition

Being a god-eater gives me a few useful talents. Having a god inside me gives me a couple more. They aren’t always useful, but I’d like to think they help when it comes to being friends with Jay. Or at least in honing my jay-sense, which sets off alarms in my head when Jay comes into the hotel suite kitchen. Jay is from far, far Outside the universe and can do things that even magicians and the fae  can’t even match. He’s also eleven, which is far more important.

“Hey kiddo,” I say, as though Jay not being up earlier or rushing into the kitchen in a flurry of bounces and excitement wasn’t at all a sign of worry.

Jay blinks, staring wide-eyed at the clock. “I slept in, Charlie!”

“I noticed.” Yesterday was odd; Jay had been convinced, partially by a typo someone sent him in a message on tumblr, to be skatterbrained and scatterbrained. And accidentally spread his awareness through the whole universe at the same time. The wandering magician had pulled Jay back together, but Jay had spent away an entire day and slept-ate a lot of food, and even went to sleep at a normal time last night without being prodded. I am certain it was a far more dangerous things than the wandering magician admits, but magicians are half-often made of secrets so I haven’t pressed him on this. Yet.

“Uhm.”

I pour Jay a glass of orange juice and he sits at the table and drinks it. “Uhm?”

“I’m feeling kind of uhm I think?”

“What kind of uhm?” I ask as I pour myself another coffee. My fingers only shake a little. This is new. Probably not a good kind of new.

“I’m not sure?” He doesn’t decide to invent a scale for uhm to uhm, or offer to find the uhm. Jay just scratches his head and looks uncertain.

“Did you do an oops?”

“I didn’t? But I think I wanted to,” he says softly. “For a really small moment of an uhm?”

“Couch.” I walk over and sit on the couch. Jay crowds in next to me for a hug. Normally he gives them. To anything. For any reason or none at all. I hug him gently. “Try and explain it, kiddo?”

Jay is quiet for almost ten seconds, actually thinking through what he is going to say. Those ten seconds turn the jay-sense into a defcon scream of warning inside my head. I try and ignore it. I’m not hearing sirens. The fae haven’t called me after having to use some ridiculous glamour to hide some adventure, accident or oops. But even so.

“I kinda have an oopscident yesterday, Charlie!”

“I did notice that,” I say dryly.

“But but but...” And Jay twists in the couch to face me, his face full of worry. “I lost out on lots and lots of adventures I could have!”

“You will always have other ones, and they’ll be jaysome too,” I say gently.

Jay flinches a little.

“Jay.” I almost say ‘don’t beat around the bush’ but metaphors are dangerous around a Jay. “Talk,” I say firmly.

“I lost out on adventures cuz @admiraljane told me about being skatterbrained and I was a lot of skates and then found out it was a typo and went scatterbrained and it was a hugey oops,” he gets out in a rush.

“And?”

“And I almost had a thought that it was the admiral’s fault I lost out on lots of adventures I could have had,” Jay says, so softly I barely hear him.

“You almost thought that?”

“Uh-huh. I stopped myself from having it cuz it wouldn’t be jaysome but I almost did and I feel uhm and sad-face I could have thought that.” He sniffs.

“Well, having a thought that isn’t jaysome wouldn’t be very jaysome.”

“I know! And it kinda scared me,” he says, sounding a lot more like himself. “Cuz what if I have another and it sneaks through and I really think it?!”

I pause. “How do you have a thought and not think it, anyway?”

“Cuz it’s not jaysome so I don’t,” Jay says simply, as though that made all the sense in the world.

“Well, just make sure you don’t have a thought like that. A Jay does do a lot of ooopses, and you have adventures and accidents often.”

“Yup,” he says proudly. To all of that. Because Jay.

“So blaming anyone else for one, even a little tiny bit, wouldn’t be jaysome at all. Because, Jay, if you can blame one person for something, you can blame anyone for anything.”

Jay’s eyes widen impossibly wide. “But but but I’d never blame you or Honcho, Charlie!”

“You have got angry with us before,” I say mildly. That the reasons were justified to me doesn’t mean they were to Jay. I hug him tighter. “And we understand that, even if you don’t don’t.”

“I don’t like being like that,” he mumbles.

“I know. And we can help you not be that, but having thoughts – even not-thoughts – is important. If you keep not having them, they might sneak up on you all at once.”

“Oh! That makes sense. So I have them, but remind them that they aren’t jaysome and they go away!”

“That would be best.”

“Okay!” And Jay is off the couch in a blur.

“What are –,” I begin, only for Jay to vanish.

Presumably to have some thoughts and put them somewhere else.

I really hope I haven’t started something terrible. Again.

I pour myself another coffee. Because sometimes that is all you can do.

[skatterbrainedcomic]

Metalhead Dating Problems Part 2: distinguishing one black band shirt from the other.

[bluebellhairpin]

Describe myself in Three characters huh?

Gotta say, this took a bit of thinking.

Kaneki Ken (Loyal, fellow INFP, weird habits like the finger click thing.)

Shizuku Tsukishima ('Skatterbrained', likes alone time, cats.)

Toshinori Yagi (My sister said so. Twice.)

Tagging; @quilledinkpen @hollow-purple @horseanon--simpforall @izuwumidoryia and whoever else wants to join! It's fun guys, have a go!

i was tagged by @cherrybastard in this post but it was getting kinda long so i'll add my contribution here!!

describe yourself in three characters

tamaki amajiki (shy and socially awkward)

levi ackerman (needs everything to be clean and organized; works when insomnia strikes)

bakugou katsuki (ion have his anger issues but i do relate on the tough love approach when tutoring friends lmao)

tagging @ackerpotato @therealvalkyrie @bluebellhairpin @callmepromise and anyone who wants to join!!

[unrational]

Since my skatterbrain can only really focus on one social media thing at a time, I've been quiet here and spending more time on twitter. I feel like I've missed out on what's happening here. what's good?

My twitter, if you do that thang: https://twitter.com/the_irrational

[whatkindofheavendoyouwant]

‘life feels like death  shot in slow motion’

[moonlenoircrow]

additional info on everyone under the cut

Nuuka Eval-Sobeck

Osi Sobeck and Moralo Eval’s daughter in my AU

Meyro Nadee

a humble textile worker and Shaia's girlfriend

Shaia Eval

Moralo's  ill-fated mother

slaughtered by the Syndicat

Y'oni Sobeck

Osi's adoring yet skatterbrained mother

Ponda Sobeck

Osi's father

does the most for his family at all times

Veere Vinn

Moralo's naive and unknowing father

Pella Sobeck

Osi's much younger sister and Conrid's caretaker

Conrid Sobeck

an OG rebel

 low on brain function, high on energy

Pavaa Hujari

Osi's shy and pleasant housekeeper

hasnt worn a shirt in years

Zeeyal

a pirate making his own way in the world

yes I do have a serious fixation decided to catalogue all my Phindian OCs in the various eras they show up in

[ask-artsy-oncie]

Sketched human au Poppy’s parents!!!

 Her mother is very passionate about cooking, especially baking! (And she always makes the best cupcakes for Poppy and her friends!) She runs a pretty successful bakery and employed Branch’s mother (she was fully aware she was undocumented, knows why she and her husband had come to the US undocumented, and still paid her fair wages) up until the car accident. The two of them were actually REALLY good friends (well, autocorrect just capitalized “really” w/o me prompting it to, but I'll roll with that, sure) for the six years that they knew each other. She is also the embodiment of “do no harm, but take no shit” and is super sweet and even doting at times (she even acts very motherly towards Branch, though he doesn't accept or appreciate this until highschool) but will go completely Mama Bear if someone messes with her or her family (or friends). She now employs Rosie, and Poppy even worked at her bakery on the weekends during highschool. She also wears contacts bc she doesn't like how she looks in glasses u_u 

Her father is very well known for his friendly attitude and positive outlook on life, though he is greying and wrinkling fairly early because the life of a politician is never stress free. He grew up wanting to be an artist but ended up pursuing a different career, and art (painting, to be specific) became more of a hobby. When Poppy was a child, he very much encouraged her to draw and fingerpaint and scrapbook to her heart’s content, and signed her up for dance classes without hesitation when she asked to be. He's a big softie and kind of spoils children, and he doesn't mind popping in to Poppy’s classroom on the occassions that he has the time to. He has fairly big ears, and people tried to tease him about it when he was a kid, but he'd always just laugh along. He's also a little skatterbrained and his wife often keeps him in check if he forgets something, haha

They are a very loving couple nwn