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annarendellsa · 3 years

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my heathers headcanons

it's the way i see them and draw them, you don't have to agree! this is based on both the musical and the movie

CW: mention of suic*de and e*ting disorders (bulimia) as well as various mental illnesses

Heather Duke

• heather duke is aromantic and yes its because she wears green, have you seen her socks in the off broadway musical? /hj

• more seriously, she IS aromantic but it took some time for her to figure out. she is allo but she doesn't label her sexuality, and she was always confused and frustrated to experience sexual attraction but never romantic attraction; she had a hard time accepting this part of herself.

• post heathers: maybe she discovers about non binary identities and asks her girlfriends to test out they/them pronouns on her? idk? aro-agender duke?

• she also struggles with empathy as she is naturally apathic

• and she's putting this image of a cold mean girl because she believes she can only be that given she's aro and ND

• post musical: she had no idea mcnamara actually tried to commit suic*de and when veronica tells her she breaks down in tears and spend a few days writing an apology letter to mcnamara

• post musical: mcnamara helps her to develop her compassion, knowing it's not her fault she's incapable of empathy. she didn't have to forgive her, but they did, and it really motivates duke to become a better person and be as nice as her

• post musical: she sees a doctor! she eventually recovers from her bulimia. veronica and mac are 100% supportive of her recovery, and very proud

• she gets bigger as part of her recovery and learns to embrace it

• duke is very pale with really dark and thick hair and eyebrows, soft features and quite a lot of body hair

• you know the bootleg where duke has blonde hair? when she's on the tv she speaks german and i vibe with german duke now

• duke Cannot say fuck and if someone is prude/innocent/idk it's her. the why are you pulling my dick was just to fluster veronica i think

Heather McNamara

• they use she/they pronouns!! just because. she still identifies as a girl though

• mac is autistic of course, it's like semi canon in the musical

• since she's very tall (movie) she stims while standing like being on the tip of her toes or rocking back and forth and the others can be quite annoyed because she moves a lot but they never snap at her

• post musical: veronica finds her stimming endearing and they know it's safe to stim around her, especially since veronica stims herself

• post musical: mac hums as a stim too and you can often find macnamawyer snuggling on the floor while humming in harmonies together

• she used to mask a LOT and it played a big part in her depression. she knows they had to stop themselves from stimming when she was a heather, she had been the weird kid in middle school but now that chandler took her under her wing, she has to pretend to be NT in order to stay in the lifeboat (😭)

• she's a lesbian!! of course she is

• she knows it since she is in middle school and has been """gal pals"""" with chandler since them but she still struggles with it she has comphet yk, but still less than chandler

• chanamara definitely practiced kissing together "to be ready when we'll have to kiss boys" 👀👀👀

• chandler always had a soft spot for mac and tried to hide it by being cruel to duke

• post musical: it took mac some time to understand that duke had nothing against her personally. she was chill with them until chandler died. from that moment she had to prove herself as the new queen bee and mac was a collateral victim

• duke definetely gave her trauma though and mac is in the process of trusting her again

• mac themselves is not a cinnamon roll just yet and she still has to make up for what they've done to others

• mcnamara has nicknames like mcNcheese or macaroni (veronica came up with those)

• they're also a vegetarian and she loves yellow food

• like she ever only eats yellow food actually (autistic thing). that girl is deficient! part of why she looks that fragile and thin

• also i see mcnamara as mixed race with golden/light brown skin and they have this type of curly curly hair but she straightens it all the time so it's only just wavy (once again, to blend in with the heathers)

• her natural hair colour is actually a dark strawberry blonde? her dad is irish and he's a redhead that's why (stole this from @cam-eats-candles hehe) but she dyes it so it's lighter

• post musical: she starts wearing her natural hair!! and goes with her mom to the afro hairdresser to start to get her curls done right (cornrows mac!!)

• their parents divorced (movie) and it's for the best. mac has daddy issues and only goes to her dad to get cute jewellery for their girlfriends 💖 (he doesn't just sell engagement rings. a lot of regular expensive rings, really)

• she's not a baby, she's not weak nor completely innocent and pure!! the girl is a head cheerleader, she's strong and flexible as hell.

Heather Chandler

• heather chandler is Also a lesbian BUT she is on the ace spectrum like demisexual? so yeah she's double disgusted when she "sleeps" with men

• as a queen bee she's also convinced that the only way to exist is through male validation :(

• chandler is taller than duke and veronica but shorter than mac

• chandler's skin is like rosy and it freckles very easily. i see her with the same cloudylike hair she has in the movie, dark blonde, with the red scrunchie only holding back some of her hair

• she is Buff and is genuinely into sports (lesbian jock like regina george)

• she has a sharp hourglass shape her shoulders are broad and her legs long and strong. she could lift veronica against a wall easily. and she did

Veronica Sawyer

• ADHD!! she's been diagnosed for a while but only became medicated post musical

• bisexual!! so bisexual!! without a preference. she's always been open and proud about it and her parents are supportive

• for me veronica is brown, with thick and dark hair and dark brown eyes, midsize, average height

Martha Dunnstock

• that's canon i know, but she's fat, and not the socially acceptable-hourglass kind of fat. big arms! big tummy! double chin! (i see fanart of her just being chubby quite often and it's ANNOYING like that's a big part of her character)

• she's perfectly healthy like this as are many fat people :))

• i also like the hc that her attempt at sewer slide made her permanently disabled and that she keeps using a wheelchair! because it happens, it's important to show it, and it gives me a lot of ideas for cute kindergarten girlfriends prompts 💓💓

• of course realistically being fat AND physically disabled in the 80's was and is not an easy thing to go through but it's in my head so

• she's also a tiny bit taller than veronica

• i don't hate the outfit she wears in the off broadway show, but I like her west end outfit better!! it's a lot more 80's inspired and i totally see her in kidcore/clowncore etc, even if pastels are cool too

• in the current west end version, martha is played by a black woman and she looks amazing! however I've been drawing and imagining martha as east/south east asian, for no reason really?? also idk kinda rubs me the wrong way that in the more official versions of heathers it's always duke that is black, or martha? not the others? hmm

• i'm not comfortable with hcs that exclusively babyfy her or patronise her like a bunny rabbit just bc she's a fat outcast who likes unicorns!! she's not just cute and giggly! martha can and does swear and she Fucks, like mcnamara

• big round glasses + big nose + long brown hair

• taking inspiration from the princess bride line but she's a huge movie nerd. yes she loves happy endings but she also loves horror movies, as long as they have a happy ending

• she never gets a makeover omg y'all just hate people with glasses and a childish aesthetic istg

• she takes this aesthetic further though and

• post musical and high school: she doesn't just wear baggy clothes anymore as she only did that to prevent more bullying. she develops an unique style with a lot of pink and glitter and she's awesome

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ok this is getting long ill probably do more!! tell me what you think <3

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xbellaxcarolinax · 4 years

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Heartbreaker

Pairing: Modern Ivar x Female character/ reader (She)

Word Count: 3057

Warnings: Language mostly, implied sexual relations and angst.

Beautiful moodboard made by the amazing @peterquillzsblog Thank you again 💙

This was written for the lovely @youbloodymadgenius 400 Followers Writing Challenge. I'm super late, but thank you so much for letting me participate 💙 I had fun writing this and I hope you like it.

I used prompts #12 and #28. They are highlighted in bold.

I tagged those who might be interested.

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“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

The words hit her like a fucking truck. They tumbled so easily from his lips with that dreaded nonchalant tone she'd only ever heard him use on others whenever he spoke over the phone. It was never aimed at her.

He had his arms crossed over his naked chest with brows raised, sitting comfortably up against the large fancy black headboard of his equally large and fancy bed, the very bed he had her in only nights before. His long hair was messy, shooting out in all directions from being tugged at mercilessly. A pretty blonde had snaked her way from under his black satin sheets, her naked body in full view. She makes a show for him, pulling her denim jeans over her sad excuse of a behind slowly, obviously interested in hearing the rest of their exchange.

Ivar licks his lips, his blue eyes following the soft lines of that broads basic body before shifting them back to her. “You’d only get hurt in the end.” He finally says.

What a low blow.

She swallows the lump forming in her throat, knowing the tears would be forcing their way out of her glossy eyes soon. How fucking stupid was she? She stood there, hands balled into fists as her eyes flipped between him and the smirking blonde. Her lower lip trembled like a goddamn child, standing awkwardly in front of the pair. From the looks of it, this dalliance with the blonde had been going on for a while. The girl seemed far too comfortable.

Ivar was right. He did warn her not to fall in love with him. It was just supposed to be a fling, nothing more. They had met at a mutuals party, Ubbe’s friends cousin or some shit. They couldn’t remember the details now if you asked them, but they both knew the guy, and when they met, it was instant physical attraction. And that was when their “friends with benefits” relationship began. She had been a phenomenal plaything for him, and she seemed to know exactly what Ivar needed. She was pretty, had an amazing body, shiny hair, long fluttering lashes. She looked perfect on his arm and he liked her enough to keep her around, but he didn’t love her. How could he? He wasn’t meant for that shit. He was Ivar the heartbreaker, a hot young bachelor born into the old money of the Ragnarsson family. He could have any woman he wanted. And he did.

She was so fucking stupid, but Ivar was fucking stupid too. He’d given her a key to his flat, allowing her freedom to come and go as she pleased as if they were a fucking couple. And she was stupid enough to believe that was the relationship they were forming, that somehow they had silently crossed this bridge of uncertainty that went from nothing to something. They had been “together” for months, almost an entire year. Ivar wasn’t a bad person, he was just bad at relationships. He couldn’t settle with one girl, so he played with many. She wondered how many others he played with when she wasn’t around.

Not much regret could be detected in his eyes, his blue orbs shimmering with the words she could read so clearly: Get out. So that's exactly what she did. Turning swiftly on her booted heels, she walks back into his fancy kitchen, slamming his key with this cute pastel blue pom pom keychain she bought onto the marble island counter. Digging into one of the totes full of groceries that she intended to use to cook the fucker dinner, she pulls out a small tub of Häagen-Daz strawberry ice cream, shoving it in her bag. She'd need it later. With a shaky breath she looks around the modern sleek flat one last time before slamming the door behind her.

She could hear that bitch giggling as she left.

…

“Did you see the look on her face?” Freydis giggles, slipping on her low cut cropped top before pouncing onto the bed beside Ivar, “Poor thing. You really had her hung up.” Ivar did see the look on her face, and although he’d seen it many times before on countless other women, it hit him a little differently this time. Dammit.

She looked heartbroken, eyes wet like that day her cat had gotten sick and she begged Ivar to rush them over to the vet that was an hour away. He didn’t really care much for the cat, it had sharp claws and was always hissing at him, but he did it for her. Her cat was saved from whatever the fuck was wrong with him, and she was happy. She’d given him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

That night had been a great fuck.

Ivar releases a breath from his nostrils, ignoring Freydis babbling on and on about god knows what. The blonde was a fool if she thought she would be next to take her place. Fucking bimbo. Was only good for a measly fuck. And she was terrible at it. He pushes away the satin sheets, completely nude, before turning to peer at her from over his sculpted shoulder with a look of indifference.

“Get out.”

“Ivar?” She looks up at him through her lashes, her lips forming into a frown at his sudden disdain.

“I didn’t stutter,” He states calmly, but a stern tone laced his words that had her sitting up at attention,” I said get the fuck out.” Freydis rolls her eyes, pushing herself off the bed and grabbing her purse she meticulously hung in his closet.

“Douchebag,” She mutters, but she offers him a sickly sweet smile, pushing a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, “You know I’m always available. I’ll be waiting for your call.” She winks at him, blowing him a kiss before slinking out of his room. Once Ivar heard his front door slam close he sighs, shuffling over to his bathroom for a much needed bath.

For some reason, he felt dirty.

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It had started raining as soon as she left Ivar’s flat. She had forgotten her umbrella at home and she was soaked to the bone from the heavy droplets by the time she stepped foot into her own flat.

It was cute and cozy, with fairy lights and tapestries that were the complete opposite of Ivar’s stupid modern sleek bachelor pad. Ivar preferred simplistic Scandinavian living, while she gravitated towards that boho atmospheric vibe with scented candles that she had in practically every room. He joked about it whenever he slept over, which wasn’t very often. It looked childish to him. The scented candles made him sneeze and the cat was a bitch, but he’d settle under her warm quilted covers just fine, gazing up at her ceiling that reflected a projection of a star lit sky. That was actually kinda cute. She was always a romantic, but that was the problem.

She kicks off her tall boots, tossing her keys atop the little ceramic dish by the door. Moving over to her tiny kitchen, she puts away the ice cream in the freezer and makes a b-line towards her bedroom. She hangs up her bag on the very corner of the door to her closet, shedding her jacket and the rest of her clothes on the floor without a care before heading to her bathroom. She immediately lights all her candles, setting up a relaxing bubble bath with a lavender scented bath bomb. Lastly, she grabs her phone, searching for the right playlist before sinking into the warmth of the bubbly water.

As soon as her eyes fall shut, her mind goes back to Ivar.

Fuck him. And the blonde.

She didn’t want to berate herself anymore than she already did while taking that miserable walk home, but she couldn’t help feel like her heart was burning a hole right through her chest. It beat faster the more she thought of him, and her eyes pricked with the sensation of tears, until finally, she let them fall. The fat drops roll down her cheeks as she cries into her hands to muffle her sobbing.

This would be the only night she’d shed tears for him, she promised herself. Tomorrow was a new day.

Benji, her fat calico cat, slinks his way into the bathroom, curling up in a corner to enjoy the warmth of the bath for himself. She brings her teary eyes to him, the calm state of the feline having her wish she could feel such peace. Sometimes she wished she were a cat herself, only having to worry about sleeping, eating, shitting, and doing it all over again day after day.

Sinking deeper into the water she forces herself to relax, listening to the soothing sounds of Moonlight Sonata, a dreary tune for a dreary day off. When her eyes fluttered with sleep, the classical playlist was interrupted by the obnoxious sound of her phone's vibration over the plastic toilet seat. With a scowl she reaches over to snatch her phone, biting her lip as Ivar’s name flashed on the bright screen. Without hesitation, she taps her finger to end the call, sending him straight to voicemail. She had nothing to say to him.

Fuck him.

After 30 seconds, her phone vibrated again. Ivar was fucking persistent.

Again, she ignored the call, and after the 4th call, she angrily slams her finger on the green button, bringing the phone to her ear.

“What do you want?” She spits, shivering now that the water had significantly dropped in temperature. She runs a hand down her gooseflesh covered leg as she awaits his answer, but so far he was silent, only a frustrated breath could be heard on his end, “I detect guilt.” Her words were dripping in pure venom, something he honestly found rather attractive. But now was not the time for that.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, so unlike him, and somehow, so fucking irritating.

“Peachy,” She replies sarcastically, sinking into the water once again. The bubbles had long disappeared and she was getting cold, “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” Was the weak scoff. There was an awkward silence after that, which was strange considering she felt she could talk to Ivar endlessly about anything really. That’s the sort of pair they were, or maybe it was her doing all the talking and soul baring while Ivar patiently listened and...kept his own secrets. She sighs, just about ready to hang up until she hears him mutter something.

“I can’t hear you.” She counters, annoyed.

“I didn’t want you to see this,” He clears his throat, “I didn’t want you to see us. Me and Freydis.”

“You did a great fucking job hiding it.”

“Is this really a good time for your sarcasm?”

“Fuck you, Ivar.”

“I’m being serious,” He hisses in frustration, “That was nothing for you to see. I had no idea you were off today.” He sounded irritated, as if it were somehow her fault he got caught. It shouldn’t have mattered if they weren’t anything to begin with. “I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself to you!” He ended his little childish rant with a sigh, the kind of sigh where he needed to run a hand down his face to keep his shit together.

“So then why the fuck did you call me?” She hissed back, and in her annoyance she splashed water from out the tub, the cold droplets sprinkling over Benji. It had the cat screeching for his life before running out of there.

“I don’t even fucking know myself.” She hears him take in another frustrated breath, grumbling something about the complications of women. Asshole. He was the complicated one.

The splashing of water was heard on his end. He must have been having a bath of his own. That was their thing, after a particularly rough day at work, or whenever the actions of their lovemaking called for a bath, they didn’t hesitate to slip in together and enjoy each other again. It was clear she valued those moments more than he did. It all meant nothing to him.

Her traitorous mind conjured up images of how his body must have looked, water droplets running down his glistening chest and chestnut colored hair plastered on his face. Fuck.

“I’m fucking stupid.” She groans, already feeling another wave of tears surging through her. She sniffles, bringing her knees to her naked chest as she stares at the flickering candles surrounding the tub.

“You’re crying,” Ivar says stupidly, his tone unreadable, “Please, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry,” He was speaking gently, as if that would be enough to soothe her, “I told you not to fall in love with me.” He repeats the phrase softly, almost sadly, like the corny lead of some fucking corny romantic comedy that did trash in the cinema.

“Yeah…” She says, fighting to hold back the sob she wanted so badly to release, “Yeah, I know.” And with that, she hung up, tossing her phone aside and sinking deeper into the now freezing water.

Maybe if she stayed in there long enough she’d feel numb.

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She had stared at her ceiling, the star lit sky projection twinkling down at her, much like they always did when she was a little girl back in her hometown. They always did serve to calm her, making her feel safe and helped her sleep a lot better. They didn't help much this time around.

She stared all night, even after the stars disappeared with the sunrise, thinking about him. She was getting too old for this, crying like a fucking teenage girl.

She barely slept and was desperate for a cup of coffee the moment she rolled out of her cocoon-like bed. Dragging her feet over to the kitchen, she brews a pot of the caffeinated liquid before preparing Benji’s breakfast. The cat slithered between her legs, meowing uncontrollably as he awaited his food.

“Shut up, Benji.” She mutters to him tiredly, placing down his food bowl and giving him a quick pat. She leans against the counter, her eyes following the slow drip of the coffee into the glass pot, wondering how the fuck she’d gotten to this point. Her eyes hurt, swollen from all the crying she did last night, and everything felt hazy and slow.

After last night’s conversation with Ivar, she decided to block him, erasing whatever memories she had of him. Ivar was always a generous man with her, sometimes buying her little things that caught her eye, probably just things to appease her with she realized. She gathered all the items up in a cardboard box she had laying around, leaving it by the door to throw away once she left for work.

Finally, the coffee was done. She poured herself a much needed cup, adding a few drops of her favorite vanilla creamer. Taking a small sip of the hot beverage, she groans in delight as it coats her taste buds, ignoring the burning caused by her impatience.The fusion of bitter and sweet was helping her recharge for the day. She’d need at least 2 more cups if she was going to do these guided tours at the museum today.

There was a knock on her door as soon as she moved to get ready. In her confusion she pauses her morning playlist, turning to look toward her door as if something were about to burst through and devour her whole. It was 7:30 in the morning, an unusual hour to knock on anyone’s door. Her first thought was Ivar, but why would he even bother showing up to her door? He was never awake this early as he got to show up to his office whenever he wanted. Ruling him out, she finally makes her way to the door, peeking through the peephole. No one was there.

She unlocks the door, turning to look towards the left and right of the hall before looking down. She blinks, stunned.

Flowers. A huge bouquet of flowers. Her favorites actually, Gerbera Daisies, all in a soft powdery pink color with bright yellow centers. They were placed in a monstrosity of a vase of white porcelain, painted with stunning blue designs like fine china. Beside it was a small bag with a generic looking orange tabby cat on the front with its paw up. Those were Benji’s favorite treats.

Taking one last look around the hallway she bends down, carefully picking up the vase of flowers and the cat treats, all while pushing Benji back in before he tried to make a run for it. She tosses the treats aside, staring long and hard at the pretty flowers with a scowl. There was a white card clipped within the stems, wet from the vase water. Snatching it, she runs her finger over the parchment-like surface before opening it to see a familiar scrawl in the blackest ink. The water spreads the ink, staining the white card in black streaks like tears. She read the simple message:

I know these are your favorites. You deserve pretty flowers. I’m sorry you felt the need to fall in love.

-Ivar.

Her brows arch and a frown tugs at her lips. She felt her heart drop instantly as her brain finally processed the simple words he’d written. Reading it was enough for her to sense the emptiness of the message. She knew him well enough to know he slept just fine last night. Probably next to that other chick. How could he possibly think that flowers would make it all better?

She quickly rips the card into little pieces, tossing them into her trash can. She lifts the bouquet of daisies from their stems, removing them from the vase and throwing them harshly into the trash with a snarl. She squeezes her eyes shut, the tears already coating her lashes, rolling down her cheeks and onto those stupid flowers. She already broke her promise of no more tears and it wasn’t even 8 am. She bites her lips, glaring down at the daisies as if they were the root of the problem.

“Fuck you, Ivar.”

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Part 2

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sheepyships-archive · 3 years

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what if you.....answered all of them......for tsuki 😳 — @cringyalienships

t...tsukishima?? oh my fuckin god ofc scout you know me so well. thank you for sending an ask! @cringyalienships (gonna be answering w my self-inserts/ocs bc they’re basically me just look not like me shhdgsj-)

strawberry: before getting together, how did your F/O realize they had a crush on you? How did they act around you once they realized they were head over heels?

uhh, well, it’s tsukishima, it was probably something that built up that he tried to repress it and brush it off like it was nothing, but when he couldn’t and he realized it was romantic feelings, he was probably like, “fuck my life.” and he couldn’t bring himself to hate aika for it, because she was just being herself and doesn’t have control over his feelings. as much as he wanted to avoid her, or be cold to her, he also couldn’t bring himself to do that either(he believed that he didn’t deserve her(BRUH), but even though he thought that, he wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt her to make her avoid him), so he just continued on with life, but eased up with teasing her than with others, and even joked with aika to try and get closer. he just waited to see any signs of her feeling the same way. (LET KEI TSUKISHIMA BE SOFT 2020 I WILL FIGHT ON THAT)

rose petal: what traditions do you and your F/O share?

for holidays, they definitely celebrate halloween together, aka: aika forces tsukishima to wear a costume while saying “i got this for you with my money, you have to wear it” and he just groans and puts it on reluctantly while complaining. but usually they go to a store and buy a bunch of candy instead of going house to house(they both agreed that it's better if they just went and bought candy than walking around for two hours). occasionally they will hang out with some of the others. just normal traditions between them are probably doing things like listening to music together, or talking about music or suggesting/showing music and bands to each other(this happens a lot more than they like to admit), and this can go on for HOURS.

cherry vanilla: how does your F/O show their affection for you?

they both show it in small ways in public by helping with schoolwork/studies, sharing earbuds, even just looking at each other, they don’t want a bunch of people to flock around them just to ask about their relationship, so they aren’t super affectionate. but when they are alone, they act like they’ve been touch-starved for their entire lives, and are basically holding onto or resting on the other at every moment, and a lot of the time they nap or spend the night at each other’s houses. but, whenever either of them get hurt, whether they’re in public or not, they will immediately go to them and patch them up/help them feel better the best they can(whenever tsukishima’s hands get injured while playing volleyball, she’ll kiss the spots that hurt, and tsukishima will kiss the callouses on aika’s hands from playing guitar, or any other injuries or scars).

coconut mango: what mementos do you and your F/O treasure?

they definitely cherish letters/origami crafts they give each other(aika makes origami gifts for tsukishima, tsukishima writes letters, i don’t make the rules). but the one they both treasure the most is a small dinosaur plushie that aika was able to get at an arcade, which she secretly bought with the arcade tickets that she won. as they were leaving she looked at tsuki and said, in the most serious tone she could muster, “i have to admit something to you.” at first this kinda freaked him out at first until she took out the dinosaur plushie with a huge grin, that earns her a glare and a elbow jab to the shoulder which made her laugh. aika always brings it to tsukishima’s house with her and he teases her about it.

nectarine: do you and your F/O live together? If so, what does your living space look like?

while they don’t live together at the moment, they definitely plan on living in a small apartment and aika has more experience in getting an apartment and living in one. they kinda just knew their plans without ever talking about it, and when aika does mention it to him, he just says, “i mean, it doesn’t need to be a mansion or a big house, we don’t need a whole lot. i definitely don’t, just you... and your snake.” aika falls in love for a second time, but also smacks his chest and is like, “YOU JUST WANT ME FOR MY SNAKE!!!” which makes them both laugh.

pineapple: what toppings does your f/o like on their pizza? what about you?

tsukishima is the basic bitch who would only like plain cheese on his pizza(i can’t say much though), and that’s it, he thinks it’s too much of a hassle to ask for extra shit on his pizza. aika likes those burger pizzas, where they have burger shit on a pizza, she is in love with it and tsukishima definitely makes fun of her for it and they get into small debates about which is better.

lemon sorbet: does your F/O get jealous easily?

i don’t see tsukishima getting jealous easily, and if he does, it’s rare. he knows that aika is SUPER loyal to him and their relationship, and would probably insult someone if they tried to get her to break up with tsukishima or if they began to flirt with her(something she definitely adopted while being with tsuki), and he’d never do it to her either and doesn’t see the point in doing it when he has a girlfriend who he cherishes a lot. they are both head over heels for each other.

key lime: how would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?

tsukishima literally IS the smart cocky kid aesthetic, blonde bitch boy, but with the glasses. now aika is literally an emo but also a chaotic mom friend, but she also has a pinch of pastel goth. both together they probably have the intimidating “we look like nerds, but we could beat you up, and we will depending on the situation.” but they’re also super chill so they won’t unless it’s necessary(aika will throw hands for tsuki if you push her to that point, so don’t test her).

pistachio: when was the last time that you or your F/O cried during a movie?

one night aika probably brings over the land before time(my childhood movie it is so good) and forces tsukishima to watch it, and after some convincing they do. at the hella sad scene at the start(if you know you know), as they’re watching it aika starts to tear up, and buries her face into tsuki’s shoulder to hide it, but her crying was a mix of the scene being sad, and it reminding her of past shit that happened. tsukishima realizes she’s crying and before he thinks about teasing her, he realizes that it’s not just because of the movie and just hugs her instead while pausing the movie, waiting for her to calm down. but after she does, he teases her jokingly to try and make her laugh, it works, of course. (you can see where the angst side of me came out)

matcha: what kind of gifts does your F/O give you? Are they always buying you little presents or do they invest only in larger items for birthdays or holidays?

they’re never really buy gifts unless it’s a special occasion, but most of the time they’ll make playlists for each other since they both like music, and like i said before, aika gives me the vibes that she would make origami-themed things and break into tsuki’s locker and leave them there, or she’ll just leave them on his desk, or in his room, etc. OH AND AND!! whenever the earbuds/headphones they have break, they definitely end up with a new pair by the end of the day with a note that says ‘try not to break these ones, love you. <3′.

blue moon: is your F/O very routine-oriented or do they like to go with the flow? How routine-oriented are you?

tsukishima is semi-routine-oriented, go to school, go to volleyball club, go home, study, listen to music, sometimes it’ll change depending on what happens or what is occurring in the future. he probably doesn’t mean to do it on purpose and doesn’t stress over a schedule, it’s just what comes to him naturally. with aika, she just goes with the flow, she used to be more heavily routine-oriented in middle school because she was more popular then and felt pressured to be “perfect”, and went through life on a schedule. but after meeting the people she hangs out with in highschool(aka monti), she fell out of it and began to just, not really care?

cotton candy: post the last picture of your F/O that you saved!

i don’t think y’all realize how much i love this and how many times i have this picture and the gif saved, it’s not healthy.

teaberry: where would you like to travel with your F/O someday?

honestly, they probably try to look up museums to go to that are more based around dinosaurs and dinosaur fossils, where they are, how much it would cost to go there, etc. they want to make sure everything is perfect if they do ever travel anywhere. but honestly, even if everything went wrong, they would both probably think it was perfect anyways because they’re together.

raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?

usually whenever aika is feeling down out in public, even if they’re in the same room, tsukishima will shoot her a text with a link to a song he found with a text that reads: ‘reminded me of you, i hope you know that i’m here if you need someone to talk to. i love you.’ after sending it, he watches her reaction and relaxes when he sees her smile and look at him. but in private, he’ll hug her from behind and hold her, letting her do what she needs to do to feel better, whether it’s crying, sitting there in his arms, hugging him back, etc. after awhile he’ll start to kiss her face, shoulders, hands while mumbling ‘i love you’ after every kiss. then afterwards he’ll say, “this stays between us.” and this makes aika almost cry laughing.

red velvet: what is your favorite food to bake with your F/O?

they for sure make cookies together, specifically chocolate chip cookies, they both agree that chocolate chip is the best and make them together. usually, it’s tsukishima doing most of the cooking because aika is goofing off, or gettng distracted by her friends, and she will definitely steal cookie dough and be sneaky about it, but tsukishima catches her EVERYTIME, even when he’s not looking he just knows, and can sense it. but when they finish, they are super good and aika always praises him about it. aika also definitely makes tsukishima dino-themed treats and food in general, which makes tsukishima glare at her and say, “y’know i like other things, right?” and aika just shrugs and comments, “dinosaurs and reptiles remind me of you, sooooo...”

OH MY FUCKING GOD IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND TOOK ME SO LONG TO TYPE UP I GOT VERY DETAILED AND LIKE MULTIPLE TIMES I HAD TO STOP AND CALM DOWN BC I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS DUDE LIKE JWJWHRFJHWERJ???? ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!

#sylvie . answers ➷#sylvie . rambles ☙#🌕 fill . the . void 🎧#hq!!#haikyuu!!#👾 scout .#sylvie’s f/o ask game 1!!

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jewelslover · 6 years

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My Expectation

Chapter 2: Strawberries

Summary:

XY is feeling discouraged when she can't get over her obstacles.

Pairing: J-Hope/Jung Hoseok x Original Female Character(s)/Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Length: 2/? | MASTERLIST |

Comedy, Angst, Fluff

AO3

Important Fic Info:

COMPANY NAME: WatchList Ent. ~ BASIC MEMBER INFO (In order of Leader/Oldest-Youngest): IOU-Park Jiwoo (19 years old) Genie- Im Mijin (24 years old) Angel- Im Misun (24 years old) XY- Kim Soobin (21 years old) E- Lee Eunki (17 years old) ~ CURRENT TIME TABLE: October 2017

Beep, Beeep, Beeeep~

I felt around blindly for the alarm clock, meeting nothing but cotton bed sheets. The beeping had been going on for the past five minutes and the high pitched noise was driving me insane. Granted, the noise would have stopped by now if I’d just open my eyes, so in reality I was bringing this insanity upon myself.

Someone walked into the room, and with a click, harsh fluorescent lights pierced through my eyelids. I groaned and stuffed my face into a flattened pillow when hands started shaking my shoulder.

“Unnie~” a voice whined.

I slowly lifted my head and forced my eyes open just enough to see E’s face hovering above my own. She smiled down and laughed at what must’ve been my exhausted expression. She pushed my shoulder again and balanced precariously on the edge of the mattress.

Seriously, what was people’s problem with letting me sleep? I stuck my tongue out at the younger girl and sat up with some help from her. “What time is it?” I asked, rubbing the butt of my palm into my eyes.

The other laughed at the question and shook her head in disappointment, blonde curls bouncing around her face. Wait… Blonde? I looked at her quizzically and furrowed my brows. Grabbing one of the curls in my hand, I proceeded to examine it, which only made Eunki laugh more.

“Soobin-Unnie, what are you doing?” She laughed, pushing my hand away and letting the pulled curl bounce back into place.

“Your hair is different…” I noted, leaning my weight onto my supporting hand. She rolled her eyes and pulled me to my feet, dragging me to the dresser across from my bed.

“Silly, we have restyling today. Angel-unnie and I finished early, but Jiwoo and Genie-Unnie are still there. They’re waiting for you.”

“Waitin- Wait! What time is it?!” I asked, my eyes going wide. I looked around for the earlier offending alarm clock and looked at the numbers displayed on the screen.

Do you know the flip-flop your heart does when you feel for your phone, only to find that it’s not in your pocket? That’s what my heart did, but ten times over.

“Oh my god! It’s passed noon! I’m gonna be late!” I reached into the roots of my hair and quickly snapped out of my tired daze.

“Yeah… I just told you that,” Eunki said, looking at me with a confused expression. I quickly grabbed my phone from it’s charger, pocketing it in the jacket that I still had on from yesterday. Holding my hands out to pause, I quickly looked around for anything else I would need, deciding to grab a clean change of clothes for when I arrived at BigHit.

I nodded to myself when I had everything I needed and started to walk out of the room when Eunki stepped in front of me, her hands settled on her hips in an authoritative manner. However, considering her small stature, she looked more pouty than threatening.

“Unnie, what on earth are you doing?” She stood there with her lips settled into a slight frown, her big eyes narrowed into concerned crescents. I looked past her and into the living room, finding my dance bag settled in a lump near the door.

“I’m late to dance practice! Hoseok-Oppa and Jungkook-ah will be waiting for me,” I started, trying to move past her and into the other room.

“You… have practice today? You didn’t tell management. We already have a schedule today,” She continued blocking my path, following me as I tried to get around her.

“Unnie stop,” she said, grabbing me by my arms. Her eyebrows furrowed as she got a closer look at me, “Are you even fully awake?”

I looked down blankly at her, wondering what she was going on about. A styling appointment? I had already told management about the practice I had planned- I told them every time Hoseok and I aligned our schedules. That’s exactly what I told Eunki.

“I’ve taken care of it Eunki. We aligned our schedules already.”

“Unnie, we haven’t gotten this month’s schedule yet. Do you even remember what yesterday’s date was?”

I shook my head and grabbed my phone to check the date on the homescreen.

“Sunday, October 1”

Oh.

Reality sunk in as I looked at the screen and started to collect my thoughts. Bangtan was busy with meetings today, Hoseok and I hadn’t met about scheduling yet, and I wasn’t late for anything… other than my styling appointment. I pressed the pads of my middle and index fingers to my temples and rubbed, trying to calm myself down. The adrenaline from my panic started to trickle away, being replaced by exhaustion.

“Soobin…” Eunki asked in genuine worry, dropping the honorific.

“I’m fine. Just a little disoriented that’s all.”

She pressed her lips together and took hold of my arm once again, dragging me down the hall. “You’re taking a shower. Take some time to clear your head. I’ll tell Styling that I held you up.”

I sighed in disagreement and stopped halfway there, only to be met by a pitiful pout from her until I caved and continued walking. She smiled triumphantly, pushing me into the bathroom. After hearing the lock of the door, she headed back down the hall to call the stylist Unnies.

Four hours later, I came out of styling, complete with a new hairstyle and color. Travelling into the company dance studio I caught sight of myself in the mirrored wall and cringed.

Red. Why did they have to choose red.

I tugged on the braided pigtails and groaned. Scratch what I thought yesterday, I was no longer looking forward to meeting Hoseok and Jungkook for our next dance practice. I didn’t even want to think about the amount of teasing I would receive. Aside from the fact that my face would probably be indistinguishable from my hair, the dye was ironically the same shade as Hoseok’s. I let go of my hair and shook my head, dropping my duffle near the closest wall.

Reaching in, I grabbed the clean change of clothes from earlier, my favorite tennis, a water bottle, and a short aux cord. Setting the other various items next to the bag, I cradled the bundle of clothes under my arm and slipped away to the nearest bathroom.

I shook my hand through the sleeve of the sweater, forcing it through the soft material. Letting out a sigh of relief, I stepped out of the bathroom and headed back towards the studio. It was almost pitiful how much joy comfortable clothes could bring someone. I shoved open the studio door with my back whilst trying to pin my bangs up and out of my face with a bobby pin. However, due to their new (aka: annoying) lack of length, the small clip did nothing as the hair flopped back onto my forehead.

Rolling my eyes, I reached into the duffle and pulled out a thick Nike headband, stretching it over my head. Holding out my hands, I let the band sit to see if it would do its job without me holding it in place. After successfully remaining unmoving, I pulled my phone from my sweater pocket and grabbed the aux cord I had set on the floor earlier.

Connecting both to the soundboard in the studio, I scrolled through my music library until I found Yoongi’s track. Tapping play, his deep voice pulsed through the speakers accompanied by the rough cut of instrumentals and effects. I settled in the middle of the studio and closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on the beat of the track.

Opening them again as the track grew closer to where I entered, I pressed my lips together in concentration before beginning the familiar steps.

It was funny actually. Compared to a few spots here and there, the choreography looked near completion. If I were looking at it from an outside view, I would say it only needed a little polishing. At least, that’s what I would say if it weren’t for the spin…

I closed my eyes, shaking my head in frustration as I slipped mid-routine. I groaned and walked over to my phone, pausing the track right before the bass drop and spin. I leant my back against the cool reflective glass of the mirror and breathed out. I was overthinking, exactly what Hoseok had told me not to do.

I thought back on yesterday’s practice, specifically the dialogue that had occured when the two of us were alone.

. . .

“You seem frustrated with the second verse,” Hoseok commented. When he paused the music, I looked up at him and shrugged, shaking out an arm that was tired.

“The spin is proving to be difficult, but I’ll get it… eventually.”

“That didn’t sound too confident…” He said, quirking an eyebrow.

“Look it’s not a big deal. Run it again please,” I asked, moving towards the soundboard. He stepped in front of it and I stopped. I made a face, “What are you doing, Oppa?”

“You’re tired and frustrated. I’m stopping practice because you won’t make any progress in that mind set. It’s not healthy Soobin-ssi,” He frowned, a rare expression on his face.

I rolled my eyes. “Hoseok-Oppa I’m not tired,” I said… and yawned. He smirked at my yawn and I scrunched up my nose. “That was just… bad timing. I can still practice, I swear.”

“We’re stopping Soobin.”

. . .

I took a breath and pushed off the mirror. Reaching over, I changed the playlist to one that was full of songs I enjoyed. The piano of Sunday Candy started playing through the speakers and I instinctively smiled at the good-vibes song Hoseok had introduced to me during our first practice together.

After making sure the playlist was set on shuffle, I readjusted and took the time to stretch, something I should’ve done as soon as soon as I had re-entered the room. Reaching one arm across my chest and pulling on it with the other, I hoped this would release whatever tension I had built up.

The pastel colors of the sunset had faded into blackness as time grew later. Two hours had passed and I only seemed to be getting worse.

I had paused the music and now laid in the middle of the room, spread out like a starfish. Sighing at the amount of time wasted, I reflected on my progress if you could even call it that. Aside from the fact that I couldn’t get the dumb spin down, the rest of the moves seemed to be going downhill as well. What had seemed polished earlier grew jerky and forced, the complete opposite of the smooth and effortless movements I had practiced yesterday.

I tugged at my braided hair in frustration, unraveling what the stylists had done earlier. There was now hair sticking out at odd angles throughout the pigtails and I decided to just undo them completely, sitting up and pulling the loose hair up into a top knot.

As I was wrapping a spare band around the mess of hair, the door to the practice room opened and Mijin-Unnie, or “Genie”, walked in. I assumed that she was on a facetime call with her twin sister as she played with her newly cropped black hair in front of her phone camera. When she realized that she wasn’t the only one in the room, her focus turned away from whatever she was doing.

“Oh!” she exclaimed once she saw that it was me that occupied the room. “Everyone,” she said, addressing the phone once again, “I’ve just found our XY, working hard as always.”

My eyes widened as she hurried over to me, wrapping a bare arm around my sweaty form and putting the phone in front of us. “A V-live?” I asked, forcing a practiced smile. The older girl eagerly nodded and positioned the phone higher, showcasing our new hair.

“I wanted to show everyone my new comeback look. Now they get to see both of ours!” she laughed, patting down the bun on my head. I smiled and batted her hand away, keeping up the playful facade in front of the camera.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for supporting Expectation’s comeback! We look forward to seeing you all soon!” I said, giving a slight bow to the camera.

“Aish~ So formal. Our fans are family,” Mijin smiled, lots of chat bubbles with heart emojis popping up on the small screen.

I just continued smiling and bowed again. Mijin continued talking and I kinda spaced out, slipping into my own little world. I repeated the choreography steps in my head, subconsciously moving my shoulders and pursing my lips with each transition. What had Hoseok said about the third verse? Was I supposed to face more to the left or right?

“-strawberry!”

I snapped out of my trance as Mijin bopped me on the head, her phone now tucked into her back pocket. Turning, I stared at her, confused. “What?”

“I said you look like a strawberry,” she laughed. “You should never pair your red hair with that green headband again unless you’re aiming to look like a fruit. In which case, if you are, you’re killing it.”

“Oh… okay,” I responded half-heartedly.

She jokingly shoved my shoulder, gaining my full attention. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Me? Uh, nothing. Just thinking,” I said, standing up and brushing off my leggings. I disconnected my phone from the soundboard and slid it back into my sweater pocket. I started going around to collect my things and Mijin followed, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Don’t give me that Soobin-ssi,” she said, frowning. “I know that when you’re ‘thinking’ something bigger is always going on. What’s wrong? You’ve been in a sour mood for weeks now.”

I shrugged and zipped up my duffle bag once all my belongings were safely stored inside. “It’s just… choreography block. I’m a bit frustrated, but I’ll get out my funk soon.”

“I’ll accept that excuse… for now,” she smiled, nudging her shoulder into mine. “I’m sorry for pushing you into that V-live earlier.”

I smiled back at her, “It’s fine, Unnie. You didn’t know I was having a hard time.”

I stood up, pulling my bag over my shoulder and we walked out of the studio together, meeting Jiwoo-ssi in the hall, and all took the same van back to the dorm. When we pulled up to the front of the apartment complex, Angel, or Misun-Unnie, met us outside.

“Finally! E and I have been worried. Wher-” She stopped herself short and grinned when she looked up at us. “Awwe! Soobin-ssi, your hair looks like a strawberry!”

“Why does everyone think that I look like a fruit?” I sighed as Mijin shot me a pointed look. I stuck out my tongue at her, causing her to laugh before hurrying inside with her twin, complaining about Seoul’s chilly fall weather. Behind me, I felt an arm link around my own as a body pulled closer to mine.

I looked over and saw Jiwoo’s shivering form hunkered into herself, latching onto me for warmth. Even after three years of living in Seoul as a trainee, she still hadn’t adjusted to the cold weather. Coming from Busan she had pretty thin blood. Snuggling against me like this had become a pretty common occurrence in the last 2 years of living together.

We walked together, using each other as wind-protectors, unlatching once we were inside the warm building. My phone vibrated and I urged Jiwoo ahead of me, telling her that I would catch up. She nodded, smiling, and ran to meet the twins at the elevator. I pulled my phone out and saw that I had 2 missed messages from Hoseok.

Happy Feet

“Just got my schedule ^.^”

“*click to open attachment*”

I tapped on the file box and opened the attachment listing Hoseok’s times off. These weren't necessarily days that he didn’t have schedules, but days where he had the time to practice.

I tapped out a quick message in reply, telling him that I would get back to him soon, and headed to the elevator.

The next week, I had a schedule full of comeback preparation, making it impossible to meet up with Hoseok. I spent any spare moment I had in the studio practicing comeback choreo as well as the original that Hoseok, Jungkook, and I created. It was filled with trial and error, and I could almost feel my practice time quickly deteriorating into wasted energy. The difficulty I would have with one of the choreographies would affect the other, and our dance instructors were starting to take notice.

“Soobin-ssi, take some time to sit out. You need to take a breath,” one of them finally said, taking me out of formation from the rest of the girls. I insisted I was fine, but she ended up sitting me up against the wall anyway, forcing me to watch the rest of my members dance while I did nothing. I pressed on top of my head through my beanie and sighed.

It looked like I couldn’t get anything right this week no matter how hard I practiced. I sat there with my head in my hands trying to calm down and hide tears and sweat, our new song droning on in the background. I could hear the sounds of the room around me, but it all seemed drowned out by the thoughts of failure swimming around in my head.

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lovingchaosdreamer · 6 years

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Trendiest hair colors Hairstyles and Haircuts of spring summer 2018

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Trendiest hair colors Hairstyles and Haircuts of spring summer 2018

2018 will be year of hair by means of fashion. Many celebrities are changing their hairstyles radically. Kim Kardashian farewells to her long blonde locks for the sake of brown shades. We welcome the mesmerizing rose gold hair trend and the perfect blend of balayage that will never fade away.

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2-Rose Brown Haircolor

Here is the difference! A pastel trend that brunettes can use surely. The rose gold trend and rose brown is gaining popularity on Instagram. Rather than having to dye your hair bright blonde to achieve the look, you can have this with darker hair colors. Coined by hairstylist Thi Thao Tu, it’s done by using a combination of bleach, Olaplex treatment, and brown and red dyes. This is really cool!

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17-Go for gold

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22-Hairstyles for women 70s vibe

Be ready for the hippy style back in 2018! “70s hair is going to be a huge trend for this year. The loose, bouncy curls with dishevelled edges that made the decade so memorable, have now returned and are guaranteed to be seen everywhere.” says Andrew José.

New Last Hair Styles

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dr-quinn-parker · 7 years

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Task 12: Muse Booster

Name: Quinn Parker

Height: 5′3″

Age in Story: 25

Birthplace: Pansaw, California

Hair (color, length, style): Red/Strawberry blonde hair that extends down to the middle of her back. She prefers to style her hair in loose waves or curls if she just keeps it down, but she also keeps it straight too.

Race/Nationality: White; American with British and some Irish ethnicity

Regional Influences: California/America

Accent (voice, style of speech, slang, signature words/phrases): Quinn does not have a valley girl accent after living in California and she’ll beat up anyone who tries to say she does. She doesn’t have any accent to her knowledge, nor does she really use much slang. She tends to speak very properly with decent grammar, and refrains from cursing (unless frustrated). Basically, listening to her talk is like reading a professional email from a co-worker.

Religion: Agnostic

Marital Status: Unmarried, but currently in a relationship

Scars/Other Notable Physical Attributes: She does have subtle freckles over her nose and cheeks by her eyes that one could miss unless they were really up close. She almost always covers them up with makeup.

Handicaps (physical, emotional, mental): None

Athletic? Inactive? Overall health?: Quinn is healthy, and somewhat active. She tries to go to the gym at least three times a week just to keep in shape.

Style of Dress: She dresses very femininely and stylish, mostly in business casual style. She likes to wear floral prints, dresses, skirt and blouse combos, nice skinny jeans with a nice top/sweater.

Favorite Colors: She loves pastel and bright colors like pinks, greens, lavenders.

How does character feel about appearance? It’s very important to Quinn. She has no real insecurities about her own appearance, however she likes to look her best to make a good first impression and she feels similarly about other people doing the same.

Any siblings?: No, she was raised as an only child.

Relationship with parents?: Quinn never got to meet her birth parents, however, she is close to her adoptive mothers, Callie and Eliza. Since they still live in Pansaw, she tries to visit them at least twice a month, every holiday, and contacts them almost every day via text or phone.

Memories about childhood?: She remembers her parents always pushing her to strive to do better than she could, but they never reprimanded her for coming in second as long as it was clear she did the best of her ability. She liked having that kind of environment because she never felt coddled and it made her the outgoing person she is today with a healthy competitive edge.

Educational background? (Street smart? Book smart?): Quinn was always extremely intelligent, even as a child. She’s stronger in book smarts than street smarts, and she attended Pansaw University as a Biology/Genetics major.

Work Experience: She was lucky enough to gain a position in C.A.R.M.A’s research team after she graduated with her doctorate degree.

Where does the character live now? Describe home. (Emotional atmosphere & physical): She lives in a duplex apartment in Wolfhurst district. It’s rather luxurious with a more modern/contemporary vibe going on in terms of style.

Neat or messy?: Neat. Very neat.

Sexuality: Straight

Morals: Quinn knows there’s a difference between right and wrong, however, she strongly believes in a gray area when it comes to morals. She’s aware that C.A.R.M.A isn’t always humane or just in their actions, but sometimes people have to get dirty to get to the right place.

Activities: Aside from researching, she does try to go jogging or power walking at least twice or three times a week to keep active, with a half hour one or two nights at the gym.

Friends? Pets?: She has a few friends, Hayden, Theo, and Tanner to name the main few. She has a corgi named Teddy as a pet.

Enemies? Why?: She currently considers the Nephilim an enemy of hers, considering they kidnapped and tortured her into creating the enhanced Meta Steroid for them to use as a terrorist attack on Pansaw.

Basic Nature: She generally comes off as cold, strict, and serious to those who don’t know her, but she is actually quite caring and kind to those she cares about. She’s definitely a workaholic though.

Personality Traits: Hardworking, outgoing, determined, strong-willed, intelligent, judgmental, cautious, competitive, compassionate

Strongest/Weakest Traits: Her strongest traits are definitely her determination, intelligence, and outgoing nature. Her weakest trait would be her compassion towards others simply because, while she can be, it’s usually difficult for her to physically show that side of herself unless she really knows someone.

What do they fear?: She fears being useless, inadequate, or not good enough. Quinn was raised by her moms to always strive for greatness and to work hard, which developed her competitive and hardworking nature. She never wants to be considered deadweight or unhelpful.

What are they proud of?: Quinn’s incredibly proud of her scientific accomplishments within C.A.R.M.A, particularly her Super Soldier project.

Outlook on life: She’s incredibly realistic and sees the world and life as it is––both good and bad. She’s usually not one to sugarcoat things.

Ambitions: To be the best and brightest in her field of study. Quinn wants to become well known for her research developments, and continue to improve and develop old and new research projects to help C.A.R.M.A in their mission.

Politics: Very conservative, but she also holds a very egalitarian view point. She’s more liberal when it comes to scientific and research advancements, however.

How do they see themselves?: Quinn sees herself as a very bright, successful, and hard-working researcher with the potential to always do more. She thinks of herself as well-rounded and mature with strong focus on what’s important in her life. She also thinks she’s better than almost everyone.

How are they seen by others?: Others––especially those who don’t really know her––tend to view her as cold, stand-offish, stern, stuck-up, and in some cases “bitchy.” Very few people would say she’s kind and caring.

Do I (the writer) like this person? Why? Why not?: I do like Quinn. I find her fascinating and a challenge to write. As a person, I’m not sure if I would actually like Quinn, since it would depend on the relationship I had with her.

Most Important Thing About Them: Her drive––in a way it what keeps her going and always wanting to outdo herself.

Present Problem: Currently, she feels useless and weak. After the Nephilim captured her, she feels powerless and it’s more apparent to her that she has a target on her back being aligned with C.A.R.M.A.

How it will get worse: If she doesn’t do anything to stop feeling like deadweight, she could have a breakdown or get hurt.

Their goals in this story?: Right now, her main goal aside from her research is to learn how to defend herself and be able to fight if she ever finds herself in trouble.

What traits will help/hurt them in achieving this goal?: Her strong will, determination, and ability to learn new skills quickly.

What makes them different from similar characters?: I think what makes Quinn so different from similar characters is that she isn’t some stereotypical super smart, cold hearted girl who ignores emotions and relies on logic and knowledge in life. Underneath this exterior, she’s already a kind-hearted person, she just chooses not to show it all the time in order to maintain a strong presence within her field.

Why will readers remember this character vividly?: I think they will remember her for her attitude and drive to do better than before.

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