the only true obikin dynamic (fact) is repressed homosexual anakin who aggressively sublimates his desire into competitiveness bordering on violence, and true heterosexual obi-wan who would immediately drop everything to spend the rest of his life having tender fatherwife sex with anakin if he asked nicely. homophobia is not real in star wars btw anakin invents it at age 15 because it allows him to hate himself in a more articulate manner

otp questions for skugwife plz 🥺

1. Who said I love you first?

He did, about three seconds after laying eyes on her for the first time. He was Not Subtle. In his defence, he was in a field hospital at the time, covered in his own blood, and was high off his ass on pain relief, so.

2. Who laughs and kisses their partner on the cheek while their partner isn’t happy about something trivial to try and make them feel better?

Wifey. She's kind of handicapped here because Skug does his best to shield her from the worst parts of himself and the grim truth about war. He doesn't outright lie to her, but he'll censor what he tells her, leaving out the death and the blood and the gore, because he's grown up terrified of becoming his father and he's desperate to be the man she thinks he is, to be someone who's worthy of her love. He doesn't want her to ever look at him and see a killer. If she has to think of him at war, he wants her to think of her gallant hero who always saves the day. So a lot of the time, when he gets into a black mood, she doesn't actually know what's really distressing him. She knows he has nightmares, but he always claims he doesn't remember what they're about. She knows that sometimes he'll nick himself with a knife while he's helping her with dinner, and when she turns around he's just standing there watching his hand bleed like he's suddenly somewhere very far away, but she doesn't know why he gets like that. She knows he has days where she'll say his name four or five times before he even seems to hear her, and an unexpected gunshot from one of the neighbouring smallholdings will have him trembling and running to check on her. But she tries, when he's quiet and distant and sad. She'll hold him and stroke his hair or sing to him or take him out walking in the sunshine, and eventually he'll take her hand and kiss her knuckles and apologise for being an arse, and she never really knows how to tell him that she doesn't mind him having those days at all, she just wishes she knew how to make him stop hurting.

3. Who cuddles up to the other after a long day at work, and this soon escalates to a playful pillow fight?

Skug. They're a cuddly, affectionate couple anyway, but his favourite thing in the world is laying his head in her lap and having his hair stroked. The man melts. They'll cuddle up in the evenings and he'll keel over for her as soon as she pats her leg like come on then and they'll just. Catch each other up on what they've missed since the last time he was home, while she pets him. She'll tell him the latest drama in her friend circle and how her father's been dodging the advances of an elderly patient, and he'll give her a censored, family-friendly version of what he got up to at the front - so, all the funny stories, but with all the gore and death and hard choices edited out. If he says something sufficiently ridiculous, she'll swat him in the face with a cushion. Sometimes he'll fall asleep there and she'll keep playing with his curls until she thinks he's well and truly out of it, and then pick up her needlework to do over his head while he sleeps.

4. What is something that they gave one another that has a lot of meaning?

When they're courting, she makes him a scarf and sends it with the courier with one of her letters, because she didn't like to think of him being cold on night watches. It's red and has zero magical properties whatsoever, it's no Bespoke creation, but he wears it on every mission.

She has a locket with his portrait in it. He's ADHD as fuck and hates sitting still for hours, but she playfully tells him one time that he's "been away so long I almost forgot what you looked like," and he takes it seriously and makes sure that never happens again.

5. How would one another describe their partner?

Very similarly. They both think the other one is their better half and that they don't deserve them. She loves him because he's brave and clever and funny and not afraid to stand up for what he believes in. He loves her because she's good and kind and loving and makes him want to be a better man. They're that couple that are so caught up in each other's virtues that they completely miss each other's flaws.

6. Who wraps their arms around their partner as they look them in the eyes and compliments them with a goofy smile?

Skug, every time they go somewhere they'll be surrounded by His Kind Of People.

Wifey is a salt of the earth working/lower-middle-class sort of girl. She has a job. She's grown up doing all the cooking and cleaning for her father, and she continues to do a lot of it even after she gets married and Skug hires servants because she can't stand to be idle. She has a very limited education; she didn't spend her childhood being fussed over by governesses or taught to simper and dance and paint. So she feels very out of place at fancy Sanctuary parties, surrounded by Skug's superior officers and their sophisticated upper-class wives. She's worried about embarrassing him, she's worried about making him look bad, she's worried about being laughed at or insulted behind her back for being too common or too forthright or too lacking in pretty manners.

He'll pull her to one side before they're announced and remind her that she outshines every other woman in the room, that most of these people are boorish and ignorant anyway so who cares what they think, and that she's got nothing to worry about: she's far more charming than he is and the laws of probability suggest that if anyone is gonna put their foot in it and embarrass the other one, it'll be him.

7. Who loves saying ‘my wife’ or ‘my husband’ or ‘my spouse’?

Wifey, especially when they're newlyweds. She has absolutely no idea how she managed to land him. He's hers now, forever. She has to keep saying it to convince herself it's true. Skug is a bit baffled, but having someone so happy to lay claim to him gives him major heart eyes. He's not used to having someone be proud of him and want to show him off like he's something worth bragging about.

8. Who always talks about how amazing their partner is when their partner isn’t there and they just light up with genuine love and happiness?

God, both of them.

In Prussia, a few months after they get married, Morwenna Crow takes one for the team and spends three solid weeks indulging Skug while he talks about his wife just, constantly.

On Wifey's side, she has a gaggle of girlfriends who appear at the door of her lovely new home to take tea at the first opportunity after her honeymoon wanting all the salacious details. And? She has so much to tell them. Like a lot of young women at the time, the most she was given in the way of sex education was a vague lecture from an older married friend about Marital Duties that didn't really serve a purpose beyond making her really, really nervous about her wedding night.

(She tells Skug about this lecture while she's sprawled all over him somewhere between round two and round three on said wedding night. She's confused. She was told it would be distasteful and unpleasant and painful. Why would her friends lie to her? He laughs, and strokes her hair, and tells her her friends' husbands are clearly doing something wrong.)

So. She returns from her honeymoon with a lot of new information to share with her poor, deprived friends. She's not the only married woman in the group, but she's the only one who married for love, so the unmarried girls are looking at what they want for themselves, and the ones who married for wealth or status are lowkey living vicariously through her.

These gatherings are deeply unnerving for poor Skug. He'll pop into the parlour to kiss Wifey goodbye before he goes out riding with Ghastly, and like eight smirking women politely sipping tea will chorus good morning, Skulduggery like they know something he doesn't know, and something about the way they look at him makes him feel like they're starving and he's a juicy steak. And then he'll close the door behind him when he leaves the room and hear them all immediately explode into giggles. What the fuck do they talk about in there??? At least once he's asked Wifey if she's plotting to sacrifice him, or something.

9. Who loves it when their partner kisses them good morning?

Skug. When you've spent the last 6+ months snatching at sleep on a hard bed with itchy blankets in between night watches and enemy attacks and commando raids of your own, it becomes a real treat to get a full nights sleep and wake up in fresh sheets in your own bed with your wife pressed up against your back, kissing your neck and touching you under the blanket. He knows he's safe when he wakes up with her, and he misses feeling her burrow into his arms when they're apart.

10. Who shows the other how to balance a spoon on their nose?

Skug.

11. Who loves to pull pranks on the other? What type of pranks do they pull and do they pull their pranks off?

Wifey's favourite is to tell Skug she invited her father to stay for a week and watch him frantically try to arrange his face into any other expression than "horrified". This is doubly funny if he just came home and he's raring to get her into bed - "Oh, darling, we can't, Papa will be here shortly, and he's due to stay until Thursday next, you'll simply have to wait," - but she never lets him believe it for long. She's not, like, cruel.

12. What is something small that they would randomly pick up for one another?

Spending money is Skug's love language. He's always buying her "just a little something"s. Hair ribbons, jewellery, new dresses, books, paints...anything he sees and thinks she'd enjoy.

She bakes for him, when he's home. She doesn't think the army feeds him properly, and she knows he eats like a horse. Coming back from Ghastly's to the smell of homemade bread is one of his favourite things about being married.

13. Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when trying to tell a joke?

Wifey. She'll be doubled over wheezing, red in the face, and Skug will still have no idea what the joke is. She didn't get that far. She's the kind of person where, many hours later, he'll ask, "So what was that joke you wanted to tell me?" and it'll just. Set her off again.

14. Who would plan the other a surprise birthday party?

Skug. He's often away for Wifey's birthday, but he'll always try to wheedle some leave out of Corrival so he can come home and spend it with her. It doesn't always work - a lot of the time they simply can't spare him - but he does his best.

15. Who picks the other person up when hugging their partner?

Skug is a 6'4 beanpole of a man who likes small, petite women. Wifey is like 5'3 tops and he picks her up all the time. She weighs, like, nothing to him and she's really into how strong he is, so getting swept off her feet all the time doesn't bother her.

What does bother her is when his lanky ass forgets to bring things down from the top shelf before going away for a few months. She can't reach up there.

Questioning

Summary: Written for Banned Together Bingo. Set in a Modern AU. When Heather corners Hiccup over something Astrid has told her, he makes a realization about himself.

Rating: Teen and up

Characters: Hiccup, Heather, Ruffnut, Snotlout, Tuffnut

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 1 784

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “Questionable

Whumpee: /

Author’s Notes: Reupload from yesterday.

I've decided to take this prompt literally by having one of the characters question a big part of themselves, a part to themselves that is often seen as something "questionable". A.k.a, one's sexuality.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

Ao3

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"Okay, time to spill the beans, Haddock!"

Hiccup knew that when four of his friends decided to corner him in the kitchen during game night that he must be in trouble for something. He can't possibly fathom the reason why, but they couldn't have all followed him in here and surrounded him at the counter for nothing.

Because usually, the ones getting cornered like this are the twins, Snotlout, and occasionally Fishlegs purely when the former three want to get under his skin for something. But cornering him? That doesn't happen too often.

"Well, I don't currently have any beans on me, but I was just about to grab something to drink. So maybe I'll spill that, we'll see!" Hiccup tells them, sassy as always. None of them amused, but Heather looks the most serious.

"Look, I just wanted to talk to you about Astrid and these three overheard us and then followed me here," Heather tells him, referring to Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut. They weren't a part of the plan, she wanted to talk to Hiccup alone.

"Yeah, we're pretty much here just to watch the drama unfold," Tuff admits shamelessly, his sister nodding in agreement beside him.

"Of course, you are." Hiccup sighs, why else would they have followed them in?

"Heather, what did Astrid tell you? What's wrong with her?" But he quickly focuses on the matter at hand. He wonders what his girlfriend had to tell Heather that she didn't feel like she could tell him.

"Well," Heather begins, eyeing the third, fourth, and fifth wheel of this conversation. "It's about what you two do in the bedroom. Or lack thereof, I should say."

She knows that in this particular group of friends talking about such things isn't entirely as awkward. Any such awkwardness about the topic of sex and similarly related subjects went out the window the second they all went swimming together this one time and they all witnessed a leech on Tuffnut's-

"Ohohohoho, no! Does Hiccup perform badly in bed?!" Snotlout is quick to laugh, immediately drinking this all up.

"Wh-what?! No!" Hiccup's protest is instant as he blushes. "Besides, if I do, this is the first I've heard about it."

With a hand on Snot's face, Heather pushes him back and comes to stand between him and Hiccup.

"No, that's not what I wanted to ask. It's something a little different." Okay, maybe there are no secrets between these six, but Heather does still feel a little uncomfortable just sharing this with the group.

Astrid looked mortified when Heather dropped her controller and chased after her boyfriend when he'd announced he was thirsty and wanted a refill of his drink. Or maybe it had something to do with Snotlout and the twins sharing a look and following quickly after.

Without a doubt, she's planning her escape as they speak. But if Astrid won't talk about it with Hiccup, Heather will have to.

"Oookay?" Hiccup asks that Heather elaborates.

"Are you still attracted to Astrid?" The second she asks, Snotlout can't contain his snort.

"What? Where does that come from?" Hiccup asks in turn, surprised that this even needs to be questioned.

Well, I know I shouldn't be asking you this, but-"

"No, you shouldn't, but you are." The two agree on one thing, at least.

"But you two are my best friends and you are so cute together and I want you two to work out. So I'm worried!" Heather admits.

"Ah, right, the original Hiccstrid shipper." Snotlout tells Tuffnut, elbowing his ribs.

"Well, to answer your question, Heather, of course, I think she's beautiful. Why on Earth wouldn't I?" Hiccup provides her with both an answer and a question, wondering why this needed to be asked in the first place. Does he not tell her enough? If he doesn't, he'll have to make it right.

"But are you attracted to her, you know, sexually?" And then this question comes and it sends Hiccup reeling while the remaining three are amused with the guts it takes to ask this question at all.

"Oh, that took a turn." Hiccup gasps.

"Hiccup, you've had sex before, don't clutch your pearls now." Ruff lectures him, almost rolling her eyes.

"He clutches his pearls when someone swears in his earshot, I think he's a lost cause." Snotlout remarks and he isn't wrong about that.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say, Heather, I think she's the most gorgeous woman I've ever met." Hiccup decides to ignore that tiny discussion about him in the background and answers Heather's inquiry instead.

"No, what she means, Haddock, is if you like her boobs and ass or if there's some reason, a.k.a a certain lack of attraction, keeping you two apart?" Ruffnut dares to be blunt where Heather does not. He can think she's beautiful all he wants, but that doesn't necessarily mean he wants to sleep with her.

"... I regret asking you guys over for game night." This is his and Astrid's house, though, maybe he can still kick these four in particular out.

"Answer the question, Haddock!" A very forceful finger is forced into his face.

"Do I have to?" He asks and, judging by the looks he's getting, he has to.

After this conversation is over, he's so having a group talk to set new boundaries.

"Well, I think they're nice." He answers quickly, without hesitation, doesn't need to waste a single second to think.

But for some reason, there's a beat of silence.

"You think they're... nice?" Tuffnut asks questioningly?

"You think Astrid's fit, worked-out body is nice? Her strong muscles and her abs? Her voluptuous-" Hands up, Hiccup makes a series of noises to stop Ruffnut in her tracks.

"Yes! Every part of her is nice! Why wouldn't I think so?" Hiccup reiterates and hopes that now they will please stop talking about his girlfriend's body in such detail.

Heather, Snotlout, and Tuffnut cock their heads to the side together and in similar fashion.

Ruffnut hums thoughtfully, in the meantime, a thought sparks to life in her mind.

Hiccup realizes by the faces they're giving him that they were never worried he wouldn't like her looks, "nice" just wasn't the kind of word they were looking for.

Oh Gods, how to explain this?

"Listen, it's not just Astrid, okay? That's just my general opinion on all breasts and-and butts." Why do they make him say that? He feels so miserable.

Ruffnut raises a brow, taking a mental note of the discomfort Hiccup is showing discussing his sexual attraction to the human body. She adds it to a list of traits only she's keeping track of.

"Okay, so, what's your opinion on men?" Snotlout asks, shrugging. He's genuinely invested in this conversation now.

"And other genders." Tuffnut chimes in wisely, pointing matter of factly.

"Oh yeah, those, too. Are they just "nice", too?"

"They're nice, too? All people are nice." Hiccup sighs. "Listen, guys, what do you want me to say? Astrid is beautiful and smart and fierce and she can lift me over her shoulder any day of the week. What else could I possibly want?"

Three of his friends find themselves agreeing with him on that, but one has one unresolved question she means to bring up.

Ruffnut has a knowing smile, she's about to enlighten everyone present in the kitchen.

"Well now, is one of our two straight friends not as straight as we thought they were?" She asks, stepping closer to throw an arm around Hiccup's shoulder.

"How? I don't think Hiccup has ever shown any interest in men either." At least, not as far as Heather can recall.

"Well, he is pretty close with Eret in a way he isn't with us." Tuffnut is heard muttering thoughtfully, but that is something to unpack on another day.

"Hiccup, what's your intellectual opinion on sex scenes in movies?" Ruffnut asks confidently, already knowing exactly what he's going to say.

"Ew, unnecessary if not relevant to the plot, they make me uncomfortable."

"And which celebrity would you sleep with?"

"Literally none of them? I would much rather just play games with them."

"What is the sexiest thing you've ever done in bed?"

"Get a full eight hours of sleep."

This series of questions and answers between Ruffnut and Hiccup lasts for a little while before Tuffnut reacts.

"Oooh, I think I'm catching on!" He states, earning himself a look from Snotlout, who hasn't caught on yet.

"Uh, catching onto what? Ruffnut's questions that barely relate to Hiccup and Astrid's future marital problems?" He asks with fists on his hips.

"Hiccup, my friend, what does asexuality mean?" Ruff asks and Hiccup raises an eyebrow, but he decides to answer this question as well. If she wants him to start giving definitions now, he will.

"Well, sexuality refers to one's sexual attraction to others. So asexuality is the lack of that sexual attraction and a low or complete lack of desire to have sex, it's a sexuality. But what does that have to do with-" He stops himself there, a look of surprise appearing on his features.

"Oh."

And as it hits for him, it hits their friends, too.

Snotlout laughs.

"That explains a lot! Like, how Astrid was trying to show off her boobs in that new top that one time and all Hiccup said was that she had her top on backward!" He adds to the laugh.

"Wait, that's what she was trying to do? I thought she was just happy to wear that new top." Hiccup replies innocently. It looked really good on her, too.

"Doesn't help that he's an idiot either." Ruffnut chuckles and Tuff and Snot follow.

But while they're amused, Hiccup looks like his entire reality has just shifted.

And it probably has. He's 23 and all this time he thought he was the "straight friend" of his very gay friends. Well, one of the two.

Now he's wondering about Fishlegs.

In the meantime, Heather looks relieved. Her two best friends aren't growing apart after all.

"I guess that's all cleared up." She says, still feeling awkward over having made such a big deal out of nothing, apparently. She should leave the kitchen, let Hiccup, who wears quite a confused expression, be.

"And I guess I need to have a chat with Astrid and then look at some relatable ace memes to see how much I relate to them." He figures and the twins come to stand on either side of him, each throwing an arm around his shoulder.

"Oh, we know some places," Tuffnut reassures him and pulls out his phone to do a little bit of investigating online.

Character's Full Name: Zoey Ligaya Zilwick 

GENERAL INFO:

Name origin: Zoey is Greek meaning life. Middle name is Filipino for Joy

Nickname, if any: Zo & Zozobear and Lia (her tiyas call her this)

(if so, explain its origin – e.g. who created it?): All her close friends/ family call her Zo. Zozobear is her dad’s nickname and her aunts call her only by her Filipino name or a shortened version. Lia.

Place of birth: Philippines

Religion:  Ex Roman Catholic- currently doesn’t subscribe to religion

Degree of religious practice: Non-existent 

Current address: Castle in Russia 

Sexuality:  Zoey’s open to connections with people of any gender but has only ever been heteromantic in the past.

Marital status: Single pringle.

List any significant previous romantic partners: Nate, and there were two exes back in college.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Height: Zoey stands at a whooping 5′2

Weight: Around 120? Her weight rarely fluctuates- no matter how crappily she eats.

What is his/her body type: slim/ slender

Eye color?- Milk chocolate brown

Skin tone:Tan in the summer, olive in the winter. She looks sickly in Russia.

Any prominent features/ other distinguishing marks?: Zoey has the slightest sprinkling of freckles on her face which are only visible if she’s bare faced. The sheerest of tinted moisturizers cover them up.

 Zoey also has four moles dotting her shoulder blades, three on the left and one that’s identically placed to the middle on the left on her right. 

Whom does s/he most look like (e.g. famous person or relative)?: She takes most after her mom- with her dark tresses and similar smiles.

General health (good, excellent, poor...)?: Pretty good, though she does get paranoid at the slightest sign of an illness (which most times is simply the common cold)

Any chronic conditions?: Insomnia- which is why she makes her special treats.

How does s/he dress (mark as many as appropriate):

Does s/he dress to be noticed? Why? Her sole intention is not to be noticed but she does get noticed often due to her style. She she’s style as a form of expression and takes full advantage of it.

Any special jewelry? She mostly sports rings- which is the only thing she takes off when preparing pastries.

If so, why is it special? Zoey wears crystals often, her favourite being a rose quartz ring that was given to her by her dad.

SPEECH AND LANGUAGE/COMMUNICATION:

Pace (does s/he talk fast, average, slow?): When she’s nervous or excited it sounds like she could pass out from the lack of breaths she takes in between sentences. On the average, if it’s just a regular schmegular conversation it’s average pace.

Accent or dialect, if any: Mostly a Filipino accent and but it’s tainted very slightly with a Canadian twang.

Voice tone: Her tone is average- can get high pitched at times.

Any favorite/habitual words/phrases or curse words?: “Shit” is her favourite curse when she burns herself while cooking-- a direct result of her not wearing the appropriate chef apron. 

A phrase she prefaces things often with is “I mean...” which she singsongs/ drags out

Describe general vocabulary or speech pattern: she sounds educated but not pretentious. Can sound cultured from time to time depending on the topic.

Common gestures: Hands in pockets, digging her nails into her arm in uncomfortable situations- sometimes enough to break skin.

EVERYDAY BEHAVIOR / HABITS:

Morning Routine:

Describe the character's morning rituals- 

Though Zoey sets an alarm she absolutely hates hearing it- it puts her in a bad mood. So she’s trained herself to wake up a couple minutes before it sounds. In Russia her bed is a twin, but in Canada thought it’s a full she sticks to the right side of the bed. She starts everyday by jotting down what snippets of her dream she remembers into a dream journal before doing a yoga flow and or mediation. 

She’s usually very chipper in the morning, especially after she’s had her first iced coffee. Almost always having a light breakfast of fruit or a granola bar.

Dinner:

Zoey unabashedly indulges in more than a fair share amount of take out. After working all day in a kitchen she hardly ever goes into hers. If she’s not ordering in she’s eating out with friends.

Bedtime:

Being an occasional insomniac Zoey resorts to her special treats to get a good night’s rest. If she’s had one she knocks right out, if not- unless she’s beat from a day’s work- she tosses and turns and her mind goes into overdrive. (Because of this her dad got her a weighted blanket last Christmas). 

Zoey dreams regularly and most times it’s cryptic but she has dreamt things that happened before. Her precognitive dreams are almost always right.

THE PAST:

Was his/her childhood happy? Troubled? Dull? (And does the character remember it accurately?) Zoey had a very stable upbringing in a loving, well off two parent home. She considers herself very lucky for having the childhood she did.

Earliest memory: Her dad squeezing an orange for her because she was too weak to do so herself.

Happiest memory: Bringing her baby sister home

Significant past jobs: She was a barista- it taught her patience.

First crush or romantic love?- Oliver Wilde- green eyed, dark haired cutie in middle school

What was his/her first sexual experience?- A handsy makeout session in the back of her private high school. 

Is it a positive/negative memory? Positive. 

RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHERS:

How in general is she perceived by...

Strangers? Friendly? Warm/ inviting.. fidgety? 

Past spouse/lovers? Sweet? Kind hearted? Generous?

The opposite sex? Cute?

Anyone who angers him or her? Idk. Zoey rarely gets angry. 

What do most people consider likeable about him/her? That she’s compassionate.

What do most people consider his/her biggest flaw? Her anxiety or that she’s too much of a people pleaser

Any secret attractions? If so, does the other person know it? Has there been any actual romantic/sexual activity? 

A given is that she’s still attracted to Nate. And she’s pretty sure he’s aware. She’s also very attracted to the Russian prince- again, Zoey is not the most discrete as her nerves and anxiety tend to give her away. 

No sexual activity with the aforementioned. Though some can argue romantic activity such as signs/ actions of affection.

In romantic relationships, is s/he generally monogamous or uncommitted? (If the latter, is s/he honest w/ partners?)

She’s a monogamous hoe. Like. Once she’s into you she’s into you. And she can be very clingy but in the cute mature way not I’d die without you. 

Though she may eventually hold feelings for two people at once. 

Is his/her sexual behavior inhibited, average, experimental, or reckless? Has this changed

(and if so, why)?

Definitely inhibited. She is not the type to casually hook up (though she has in college) because she’s afraid of creating soul ties with strangers or people whose hearts she doesn’t know well. 

When she is involved with someone she trusts and has feelings for she is open to experimenting with things like Tantric sex etc. 

Worst end of a relationship (could be friend, romantic, colleague...): Obviously the one with Nate as it was out of her control and sudden. It was because of the abrupt end that she hasn’t healed from it completely or found closure. 

Whom does s/he most rely on for practical advice? Her mom

Whom does s/he most rely on for emotional support? Her dad

MENTAL ATTITUDE/PERSONAL BELIEFS:

Any psychological issues (e.g. phobias,depression, paranoia, narcissism, etc.)? As if it weren’t obvious Zoey suffers from anxiety. It was so bad that she would pass out at times. However the psychological issue she’s in denial about is her depression. Which gets worse nearing the anniversary of her sister’s death. A part of her doesn’t want to acknowledge or admit her depression to herself and family because she doesn’t want them to worry that she’d share the same fate as her sister.

Is s/he an optimist or pessimist? She’s a realist, now. Though she can easily be painted or mistaken as an optimist. 

Personal philosophy:

What is his/her biggest embarrassment? Possibly getting caught making kush cupcakes by her boss’ son. Yeah that takes the cake- pun intended.

Does s/he believe in fate or destiny? Is s/he superstitious? Very superstitious. And she believes in fate and destiny more than the average human. 

What are his/her own favorite attributes (physical and personality)?- Zoey likes her fingers. They strike her as being very delicate and perfect for playing an instrument to showcase them.. like piano. 

She loves that she’s friendly and people warm up to her instantly. 

What about least favorite? Zoey wished she was braver in expressing her feelings. 

Biggest regret: Not picking up the damn phone when her sister called her in class. 

Other regrets: Sometimes taking the job in Russia. Not questioning her breakup with Nate more/ advocating for them or herself. 

Biggest secret(s): Her sister’s death. She rarely discusses it with anyone. 

Does anyone else know these secrets? Her family. 

How does s/he react to a crisis? She’ll probably have a panic attack so intense she’ll pass out... or puke. Once that’s subsided she’ll probably come around to trying to find a solution 

How does s/he react to change? Zoey is very adaptable but not when it comes to something like death. That’s the one thing she still struggles to grasp and accept. 

LIKES/FAVORITES:

Food: Italian (pestp pasta)

Drink: Iced coffee

Book: The fifth agreement

Film: The Lake House (cuz like fate and serendipity) 

WARNINGS: Rough sex, wall sex, analingus, anal prodding, sixty-nine, anal plug, double-ended dildo sex, facial, anal fingering, coitus interruptus.

NOTES: This is a flash-foward, but as far as “epilogues” go it’s going to be two chapters instead of just one. And don’t worry – there will be other stories in this universe! But this (and chapter 43) is the last of the fully Freezerburn-focused main story, even if Weiss and Yang will pop up in the spinoffs. Hope some of you enjoy what else emerges in the near future!

=Chapter 42

EPILOGUE, PART 1

Five years of bliss followed that magical first moment in the Iron Man-styled Schnee-Xiao Long home.

In that time, while their love for one another hadn't changed, there was so much more that had. The popstar/bodyguard couple that shocked that eventful Beach Fest were now an established act together. The occasional top ten hit aside, however, not as quite as earth-shattering as Weiss's original solo career. But they didn't mind. It was a manageable and less stressful target, one that was flexible to their new lifestyles.

Ruby and Penny had graduated, so they needed advice on finances and where to apply for jobs, which led to them buying an apartment of their own. Blake's career path also eventually brought her to Nashville, where she and Sun had settled into a home twenty minutes’ drive from Yang, and that involved helping them transport all their things. All sorts of new chaos required a lot of attention…

But for the latter two of those five years, their career had mostly been on hiatus, and for very good reasons. During that period, thankfully Weiss's father wasn't without an act he could earn from. Since the untimely end of Neon's last contract, she and three friends had formed a group act of their own, one now signed on by Papa Schnee himself at Weiss's emphatic insistence. And while the lax, unhurried schedule was healthily manageable for his daughter and her girlfriend, Neon’s “FNKI” was becoming a huge money maker, taking the world by storm. It meant the couple could worry more about their lives than career paths or job securities, while also assuring Weiss's good friend still had a thriving following.

Despite the hiatus, the couple had still been in the news on occasion. Some, as predicted, were trying to pick fault over their outing, but the rest seemed to have no problem whatsoever. Yang remembered the ridiculous grin Weiss had when she noticed in one of her trashier magazines that they had been placed in a “Top 50 cutest couples” list.

Some time after the official release of “Changes Come”, their first single as “Freezerburn”, Yang had made the much-debated decision to come out as trans to the public. And unlike she feared, the majority were accepting, and even proud of her. It was a weight off her chest, especially with the knowledge that people had facts rather than unreliable rumours.

Given the changing laws, there was even less barring them from getting their marriage license before they enjoyed a lovely tropical ceremony in Hawaii, open only to their closest friends. Glowing lanterns swung from the roof of the small gazebo set up on the beach, though both Yang and Weiss were wearing lovely white dresses more suited to an indoor event. Giddy smiles and blushes never left their faces for more than an instant throughout the entire ceremony. Both of their fathers had walked them down the aisle at the same time, completely casting aside that old convention that only "the girl" got to be "given away". Neither of them looked entirely comfortable, but both looked happy.

Neon, Blake, and Winter, in an even less traditional fashion, were wearing matching blue one-piece bathing suits with seafoam-patterned sarongs to befit the locale, and the groomsmen — Sun, and oddly enough, Ruby and Penny, who had assured everyone that they didn't mind balancing out the wedding party on that side — were decked out in tuxedos with quite tropical cummerbunds and bowties. The rest of Neon's band was in attendance, clapping and cheering boisterously.

By the end of the proceedings, a couple of paparazzi had figured out what they had stumbled across and snapped a few blurry, zoomed-out photos, but for the most part their special day was kept private. There were more pictures of their reception, which was a luau during which the two were wearing original top-of-the-line designer swimsuits, Yang's with jean shorts on over the top of them for understandable reasons. In fact, the picture that popped up on the news most often was of Weiss losing her shot at the limbo contest when she fell straight down on her butt, laughing up a storm.

And a lot more had taken place between that marriage and the present day. Many stories for another time.

Their lakeside house was in a state that was very rare these days: quiet as a mouse. Ruby had offered them a day of peace while she took care of other matters, well aware that they would need as much space as they could get. After all, Freezerburn was arranging its return in style — back on another two-month tour alongside FNKI around the country. Weiss was currently making all the arrangements, writing notes and chatting to Neon herself, who'd thought of the idea.

"So we're agreed the last performance should be the Big Apple? That time of year, at least it shouldn't be snowing too hard."

"Even if it is, who cares?" Weiss chuckled, fingers flying over the keys of her laptop while glancing over at the phone now and then. "Nobody will want to miss this. But you're right, it never hurts to give the fans some consideration."

"Yeah, exactly. I mean, they'll be warm anyways with the crowd but who wants to wade in slush when they wanna see a show?" Clearly biting the top of her pencil for a moment, her eyes then lit up again when she thought of something else. "Oh! Did you and Yang wanna do a few of the signings? They're totally optional, and I know you got things to think about but I figured I should ask."

"You did need to ask, but… yeah, I think we should. I mean, if we're going to do this thing, we should really go all the way. And we've set it up with a little more time between shows, so it won't be like the hectic tours I did as a solo act." Then she smiled again. "But I'm really glad we're doing this. It's gonna be like old times!"

"Except with considerably less drinking… you were a pretty hilarious drunk but you'd be a bad influence to you-know-who now." Finally taking off the ridiculous reading glasses, Neon folded her arms and leaned in toward the camera. "So how’s life, girl?"

"Life… is perfect," Weiss sighed easily, pushing aside her laptop. "Not every second of it is, I mean, there's always little bumps in every relationship. Just, ours are honestly so tiny… I think one day we had a fight over whether or not to buy a new mattress. I wanted to get one shipped in from one of those online companies; Yang said we didn’t need it. But I mean, it was a fight that ended with us banging on top of the old one, so how does that really count as 'marital strife', right?"

"Angry seeeex," Neon teased for a moment, ending it with a small giggle, as per usual. "But that's really great to hear! I mean, we all know you and Yang are forever. Little arguments and shit are nothing. Healthy even, sometimes."

Nodding, Weiss arranged the few papers she had in addition to all the online delegating and scheduling, laying them further away and bringing her now-cold cup of cappuccino toward herself. "True. I believe that any relationship without any strife is more or less a lie – and a ticking time bomb. Better to get the worries out in the open."

Then she hesitated. There was something she wanted to bring up, but wasn't sure it would be the best idea. After all, some ancient history should stay that way. But she and Yang had been talking about it off and on for a year or so, at first only as a joke, but then more seriously as time wore on.

"Um…"

"What?" She asked, tilting her head. But when Weiss wouldn't answer, she seemed to give a friendly glare at the camera. "Come on, Weiss, I know that look. What's on your mind?"

"Okay, this will sound stupid," she laughed, even if the discomfort shone through. "But we were kind of talking about… ancient history, and some stuff that almost happened with Blake and Sun one time, and… well, you don't have a steady girlfriend. So we were wondering if during the tour, you'd want to… crash with us on the bus? It's a pretty big bed…"

"Oh." Clearly in the phone screen, even with the slightly jumpy picture at times, Neon was blushing, having to look away from the screen a moment. It seemed as though she was considering that proposal at first, but then when she looked back: "I… didn't tell you about me and Inu, did I?"

"Sure you did. And that groupie from your show in Ireland," Weiss teased, but very lightly. Then she cleared her throat. "That was part of why we considered this, actually. Plus how much you liked Yang's little video way back when. But of course, if you're not comfortable, or interested…"

"While the idea is extremely tempting, and I do still think that's a very pretty dick from what I remember…" She couldn't even hide the blush now, and the ridiculous attempts to try as she rested her head on her hand only made it more obvious. Eventually, however, she cleared her throat. "People don't know yet, and we wanna keep it that way, for now… but yeah, Inu and I are… more than just a fling. When you spend so much time on a tour bus and the other two sleep all the time… things kinda happen, heh."

"Really? With Inu?!" Weiss blinked for a moment, a little stunned. Partly at the rejection of her offer, which was a minor disappointment in the grand scheme of things, but there was another reason. "Wow… I mean, she's always so quiet, wearing those headphones all the time. I figured you'd go for a more outgoing type, like yourself."

Usually, she'd agree straight away. But this time, she didn't. She instead appeared offended. "Have you ever tried talking to her? You have her Instagram and Facebook and everything. Once you get her talking, she won't stop. It's adorable, she gets so excited."

"Well… no, I haven't; just in person at a couple of the signings, the company parties. She didn't say a word back to me." Weiss seemed most definitely startled by Neon's annoyance, because the last thing she had wanted to do was offend.

"Because she can't. You honestly haven’t noticed that as soon as fans talk to her, she either pulls out her phone or she just nods really intense?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she responded, "Hey, I just thought she was trying for that whole 'aloof celebrity' vibe! What do you mean, she 'can't'?"

"Dude, no way! She loves that people are talking to her; people usually give her the cold shoulder because she doesn't talk back. But she is listening." Soon after, she rested her hands on the table instead. No longer was she offended, simply trying to explain. "She's mute, dude. Honestly, I thought everyone knew."

"She's… wait, what?" But Neon didn't need to repeat herself. "She's a member of your band, she's a musician, so I… wow. I did not expect that." Her eyebrows shot up. "What… I mean, oh God, I've been so stupid! She probably thinks I hated her and just thought she was boring, I- I walked away from her because she wasn't talking back, I didn't know what else to do!"

"Hey hey, don't sweat it! Happens to her all the time, she knows. I'm sure if you talk to her next time you see her, she'll understand. And we'll have tons of time on tour, right?" She didn't know how else to respond. She couldn't tell Weiss she wasn't offensive; lying would do nothing. But at least she could reassure her. "Inu's pretty easy-going, she won't dwell on anything, so just apologise and she'll probably do her adorable little happy bounce she does."

Slumping down in her chair, Weiss let out a long, slow groan. "Alright… wow, I really hope she doesn't resent me too bad. And this isn't all my fault, you know; a lot of unpleasantness could have been avoided if you just somehow let me know she wouldn't be responding verbally! I mean, I felt like she was only looking and listening to be polite but she secretly wanted me to leave her alone, so I did!"

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself when seeing how flustered Weiss was getting. "Of course she didn't want that! And of course she won't resent you. She'll be fine. In fact…" Seeming to blush once again, she looked around for a moment; before leaning further in toward the camera. "If you're okay with it… I can ask if she wants to take part in that offer? Might be a little more than you were angling for, though."

"Oh, that's…" The notion made Weiss sit back and blink, several times. It was true that she hadn't thought much about Inu Shibe, not more than in passing. She'd had a few scattered conversations with Flynt, and they got along fairly well, but the other two members of FNKI were still somewhat of a mystery.

But when she thought about Inu's dyed-blonde hair, her gentle face and almond-shaped brown eyes, and especially how she was one of the few women she knew that was actually shorter than her and Neon, she felt a little guilty rush of curiosity about what it might be like, being with her in that way.

"I'll… ask Yang. This isn't the original idea, so it seems unwise to assume on her behalf, but… y-yeah, that might be okay," she began to sputter. Already, she had felt nervous about asking Neon in the first place, but had several weeks to rehearse the question, build up her confidence. This was an entirely new ballgame.

"That's fair. You want me to ask her?" But before she could even answer that question again, she began to laugh. "Wait, is this a regular thing you two do? I never expected you guys to be the swingin' type!"

"Actually…" For some reason, even though they were definitely alone on both ends of the call, Weiss's voice dropped to a whisper. "This will be the first time it's actually happened, if it does. We tossed the idea around with, um, this other couple, but we all decided in the end that the timing wasn't right. But…" Her blush was starting to rival Neon's now, despite promising herself she would be as casual about this as she could. "I've never forgotten how much fun you are. And how you drooled over Yang's video. So you're a natural choice, right?"

The blush was getting no better on Neon’s end as she was rather obviously rendering a mental image. Especially when she was squirming in her seat a little while avoiding eye contact. But rather than comment further, after the brief pause, she teased, "Think of the children."

Snorting in bemusement, Weiss finally took another sip of her coffee as she forced herself to calm down a bit. "Glowstick dipstick. But seriously, listen… I know Inu's very cute, and I’m no hag exactly, but… well, I guess what I'm saying is, if either of you aren't interested because my body's gone to Hell in a handbasket the past few years, don't even worry about it."

"Psshhh, are you kidding me? You look fine, and I'm sure even without clothes you'll look fine as well. You got a rockin' body anyone'd be jealous of."

"Well, thank you," Weiss said primly, not letting on how much that helped ease her still-fragile pride on the issue. Having Yang to reassure her all the time that she was still the "perfect ten" pop star she married went a long way toward that, and her doubts were never quite so pronounced as they had been before their relationship began. Still, it was something she would probably struggle with for a long time yet.

"Anyway, I'm looking forward to your answer. I only suggested the bus because despite the previous break-in, it's rather discreet, the new one has better locks, and no one will question why we're all in there together." Then in a still-stunned voice, she added, "All… four of us. Wow, my life turned out so much different than I expected at nineteen!"

Snorting herself, she looked straight to the screen again, smiling endearingly. "But I'm sure you wouldn't change a thing, right? Total perfect life. Got your family, your career, that sweet place on the lake… you're living the dream, I'm jealous."

"Then be part of that dream," she wheedled, mostly kidding as she displayed a moment later when she giggled. "Okay, okay, I'll drop it for now. And we seem to be all set here, so I'll have Father follow up on that date in DC and then we'll see where we are tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Can do! Right, I'll let you go, and I'll text you if Inu is a maybe or not, if you ask Yang." But just as she reached toward the phone, she paused. "Oh yeah! And, give the little one a kiss from me."

"Don't worry, I will. She's-"

At that moment, a small furry bundle leapt into her lap, and she laughed, petting her idly. "I think she heard you, Neon! Xu-Xu, say hi to your 'cousin'!"

The other side the screen, Neon was quite obviously giggling, even giving a wave with her fingers toward the small white flat-faced cat that was purring away while Weiss petted it. "Hi Xu-Xu! Us cats gotta stick together, huh?"

Picking up her little paw, Weiss helped the ball of fluff wave back. Then she laughed when she jumped down. "And hates it when I make her do human things."

"Hey, I hate it when people make me do human things too. Like getting dressed and having to be presentable when I'd rather just lay down and lick my own-"

"NEON!" But she was laughing, despite being so scandalised. "If you figure out how to accomplish that, tell me how; I think Yang would be just as interested in that lesson!"

"And I'm sure you'd be interested in watching that." Laughing again, she finally did reach for the phone this time. "You fuss over said darling wife, while I go… pick an outfit for when Inu comes over tonight. Call you soon!"

"Alright, have fuuuun!" The extra emphasis was clear in its intent, but she hung up before Neon could even so much as roll her eyes.

Then Weiss walked into the kitchen and dumped out the rest of her cappuccino. Her mood was light; the new tour was on track, their tentative plans to explore "recreational activities" with outside parties had not been met with a definite negative, and all else was as it should be. How had she got so lucky?

"Okay, the one you saw in that magazine would look great on you. That's if you wanted to go with white, I mean, have you seen some of the gorgeous purple dresses they've been doing?"

There was the faint voice of her wife from the other end of the kitchen. She too was locked in conversation with her phone screen, but unlike Weiss, was actually making sure to drink her coffee. While Weiss's call was to handle business, Yang's was to help Blake plan her own big day.

She remembered fondly how that even came to be. The rest of the Schnee-Xiao Long wedding party had plotted it without Blake's knowledge, had made sure that Blake was the one to catch Yang's bouquet when it was thrown, and have him right behind her down on one knee when she caught it. Of course she said yes; the two had been a couple for longer than Weiss and Yang had. And the several “It's about time!” comments from the other attendees confirmed it was the right decision.

Of course, now it meant all the stress of the organisation, which Yang had assisted with.

"But the purple ones will make me look like a giant plumb," Blake lamented weakly, running a hand through her bangs. "And you know I already hate how I look in dresses… can't I just borrow yours? Maybe it's not original, but it's a great dress, right?"

"If you want to you're more than welcome, but don't you want your own for your special day? Plus mine only really works if you're gonna have your wedding in Hawaii as well, with the flowers ‘n’ stuff." She took another sip of her drink while flicking through a couple more of the magazines she had to hand. Some which she'd saved just for helping Blake with this task.

"I'm just really stressing about this whole thing… and it's more about Sun's parents than him, they're all about us having a super traditional huge church wedding so they can show off the photos to everybody, and we just want you guys there at the Justice of the Peace and to get on with the reception, you know?" With a quiet laugh, she added, "But you have been awesome through all this. Thanks so much."

"Sounds like Sun's parents aren't quite ready to admit their little boy's a grown man. He told 'em to buzz off yet?" She continued to go through one of the magazines a bit longer, eventually stopping on one page. Folding the corner over so it was saved, she then looked back to her smiling friend. "And shut up. You were a godsend when it came to mine and Weiss's. And our bachelorette party was the best thing ever, told you I'd make it up to you."

"Oh that was totally my pleasure! You guys looked awesome, the party was a blast, and I've used the 'bridesmaid dress' every time we go to the beach, since I'm not much of a bikini girl. But yeah, Sun's parents are pretty traditional like that, they either want us to have an Eastern wedding or a Western one. Alternative ceremonies make them get all grumpy."

"Would ours have made them go 'Aaaaaahhhhh!' ?" she asked with a giggle. However, that did give her another idea. While she and Weiss were debating the style of their wedding, an Eastern wedding did come up. Especially when Yang knew how keen Weiss would be on it. Even if in the end they opted for something else instead, that didn't mean Blake and Sun had to.

"You know, what about a hanfu? I could hook you up with the place that did mine."

"O-oh? You… sure you won't have a problem with that?" The question was subtle, but necessary. "Not just because of that time, but I'm still a white girl. It wouldn't seem like I was trying to be something I'm not?"

Yang smiled in sympathy. "Dude, that’s ancient history. Me being mad doesn’t mean you didn’t look really good in it. And I say go for it! I know he's not really big on Chinese shit, exactly like me; but no reason why you can't ask him, right? May even keep his mom and dad off your back."

The image of Blake on the screen paused to think that over. "Well… I did always think yours was beautiful… would you go with me to have one fitted, so I don't look like some weirdo with an Asian fetish?" Then she laughed. "Even if it might be slightly true."

"Considering your dating history, yeah," Yang giggled with her. "Course I'll come with you, girl. I got another appointment on Friday, we can meet up afterward and go then?"

Alas, that was something that still hadn't quite changed. There had never been another near-miss again, but on the odd occasion, a rough patch would come. Thankfully now Yang was doing a much better job of admitting she wasn’t okay, and accepting the help. Although she probably didn't need ongoing counselling any longer, she continued to attend once a week until told otherwise “just in case” - and with Weiss and her friends’ encouragement that there was nothing wrong with mental health maintenance.

"Definitely," Blake responded immediately, nodding her understanding. "We'll have to get dinner afterward, Sun is off with his buddies doing some kind of… rock climbing thing, whatever. I mean, unless I'm taking you away from Wifey?"

"Lemme check. Oh wifey-dearest?" She turned, slightly tilting her chair so Blake could quite clearly see Weiss was in the background, making herself another cappuccino to replace the cold one she had to dispose of. Batting her eyelashes toward her, she tilted her head. "May I please, please, pretty please go for lunch with my bestie on Friday?"

"Alright," Weiss called back in an intentionally droll tone of voice as she turned the machine on. "Just don't have any sex unless you bring protection."

Of course, Blake was immediately sputtering and shouting, "H-hey, we haven't done that in forever, and we agreed that- oh, just shut the fuck up!"

But all the while Yang was laughing, even if she was surprised by the comment. They kept joking about it, even if they hadn't re-engaged in that activity since she and Weiss reunited, but it didn't stop the teasing. Even if she 'barked' right back, "Well, it's not as if we're getting any with how loud you get!"

And just as loudly, Weiss rebutted, "You ride me too hard! Especially in the ass! How do you expect me to keep it down when you're stretching out my-"

"WOW, okay, I do not need to hear this!" Blake laughed uncomfortably.

"Holy fucking shit, I did not think you'd yell about that across the room." Now it was Yang who ended up blushing uncontrollably as she went back to the camera, trying to bring her hair forward to cover her face however she could, groaning behind it.

"You really like that?" Blake called out, clearly intending it for Weiss.

"Sure!" Once her beverage was ready, she came over to stand behind Yang's chair, sipping at the mug. "Was pretty unusual at first, I'll admit, but… now it's a good alternative once in awhile. Sometimes I'm more in the mood for that, to be entirely honest with you."

Now Blake and Yang were both blushing, with Weiss the only one oddly calm. "Huh," the brunette breathed, pressing a hand into her mouth for a few seconds. "I mean, I've done it to Sun a million times, but never felt like I wanted to be on the receiving end…"

"I can't speak for those without a prostate, but it's hella fun even if you don't touch it directly…" The voice came from behind the blonde hair, still slightly muffled as Yang tried to hide away the violently red cheeks. Eventually, when the other two were done laughing at her, she did come out again, taking a sip of her drink to try and distract herself for a little while longer, before suddenly saying, "Hey, you could always save that for the wedding night."

"Good point," Blake laughed, still sounding uncertain. "My regular virginity's a distant memory by now, but the anal kind can be my wedding present to the big dope. Then again, he's just as likely to insist he's the one on bottom."

"Oh, I remember," Weiss chuckled. "He seemed to enjoy Yang's lap the few times we got him to sit on it…"

"You guys just use me as a sex toy to turn him on, I swear to god." Her wife rolled her eyes, looking off to one side. She never meant it, even if it was a very common occurrence when it came to teasing Blake's fiance.

"Don't be fooled by his 'nah, I'm not about that life' act," Blake told Yang with a slightly devilish smirk. "If you ever did want to bend him over the bed, he'd be thrilled." Then she held up a hand to forestall any comments. "Not saying we aren't satisfied with our decision to keep things, you know, separated. Just… he sure is a butt-slut."

"Yes, thank you, Miss Belladonna — soon to be Wukong." The thought was still appealing to her even now. Even if it had been many years of sleeping with Weiss and only Weiss, the occasional fantasy of sleeping with men again did cross her mind. She'd more or less accepted that no matter who her partner was, she was pansexual. It was just that sleeping with someone like Sun meant that she could still be the top.

But that would remain a fantasy. She was happy with who she was with, and happy with their current status. Even if it was only on occasion, they had other things to worry about. More important things.

"Although…"

Blake raised an eyebrow. "Although?"

"Well," Weiss began with a smirk as she calmly slid into Yang's lap, "Our decision stands. But how about… a competition? To span two nights during our honeymoon. First you and I on bottom, then Sun and Yang on bottom. And we see who's the loudest. In the event of a tie, we have one final round of the usual missionary as a tie-breaker."

Seeing that Blake was seriously considering that offer, Yang frantically looked between them back and forth, eventually raising a hand to her face again in an attempt to cover it. "Seriously?! Are you in heat right now or something? First that little ‘idea’ about Neon, and now this! Do I need to hose you down?!"

"Hey, it'd be kind of hot without getting our wires crossed," Blake admitted, though she too was still holding a hand in front of her face. "But… yeah, I'll have to talk it over with Sun. I won't tell him about the back door, since that's a surprise, but just… the other part, and see where we end up."

"Excellent!" Weiss said, cheeks only slightly pink as she wriggled more comfortably into her wife's thighs. "And honestly, it's just a random idea I had, based on… well, another conversation I had recently. No pressure."

"Okay, yeah, good to know there's no pressure," Blake snorted. "Yang, uh, you okay over there?"

"Oh, just fine. I thought we were just asking one another about dinner plans and it leads to sex contests, so I'm a little flustered, that's all." Yang instead tried to go for her coffee, even if Weiss, now present on her lap made that incredibly difficult. But realising how long they'd been on the phone, she asked, "Should I let you go? Gotta get back to work, right?"

"Oh! Good point, I only have ten minutes left on my lunch, so I should probably warm up that tuna-noodle bake. Love you guys — see you Friday, Yang!"

"Text ya later!" And with that, she reached toward the phone, giving a brief wave before she cut off the call. Then she was left with her wife on her lap, who was still smirking even with her faint blush. The smug expression Yang grew to love. "You are a nightmare."

"You have NO idea." As she shifted back and forth, intentionally winding up her wife now, she immediately transitioned into the business they had most hoped to get around to after all the other was taken care of, and using the tail end of her own call to get there. "So about our potential arrangement with Neon. There's a snag that might not be a snag."

"Arrangement with- oh." At least her cheeks were already red, so she didn't have to make any excuses. Sliding her hands around her wife's body to hold her on her lap, she asked, "And what snag is that?"

"She wants to possibly invite Inu. You know, that shy girl from her band?"

"Oh, the cute little mute girl? She wants to make it a foursome? Really?" She assumed the “bonding session” would be more than enough to ask, but now this seemed to be even better than they hoped! More to assist with, should the mood call for it – and if they paired off, no matter who with, it wouldn’t be so awkward and nobody would feel left out. Even if adding more than just Neon made her more nervous.

"YOU KNEW?!" Weiss burst out, drawing back in alarm. Then she deflated, mouth still hanging open. "Why am I always the last one to know anything?! Like honestly, I feel so stupid all the time!"

"You didn't?!" Yang couldn't help but laugh at her misfortune. She really had slipped on noticing so many things. From Yang being trans to even Neon's obvious flirting when on the talk show. Seemed it expanded even to this.

Weiss merely sat there looking grumpy and embarrassed until Yang's laughter died down. Then she continued, "Alright, listen… I just assumed she didn't like me, or wasn't very sociable. My mistake. Anyway, she is pretty cute, I just haven't ever had any reason to think about her before now since — through no fault of my own — I thought she wasn't interested in talking to me, okay?"

Finally Yang nodded, keeping her giggle suppressed as best she could so Weiss didn't have to hear her continuously making fun of her slow realisation skills. Then went back to the subject again. "Yeah… Inu is pretty fucking cute. Would be a good tale."

"Just imagine," she continued softly, settling in against her once more as she gazed up at the ceiling. "Two months of unrestricted exploration with two women as gorgeous as them… and then, when the tour is over, back to our lives like nothing ever happened. No strings."

"Yeah? Well, that does sound pretty interesting…" Even if she wasn’t totally sure about the ‘no strings’ part working. After all, Blake had still acted a little weird around her for a year or so after their ‘no strings’ romps. She pulled Weiss slightly more towards her, lightly groping the ass cheek as she looked up with a slight smirk of her own. "And after two years of worrying about volume, will be nice to just cut loose and forget about it."

Biting her bottom lip, Weiss allowed her eyes to close as she relished the gentle sensations of pleasure, thrived upon them. "Mmm… yeah, and Neon can get pretty loud. Not as loud as me, though. And…" She sighed, though she began to rub her hand up and down Yang's shoulder through her orange t-shirt. "I am sorry that it makes it so hard for us to… to do you-know-what lately. But when you really get me going-"

"Yeah, have you at least thought about the ball gag?" She smirked teasingly, continuing to stroke her backside and keep grasping on occasion, lightly shrugging the shoulder that Weiss was stroking. "So we don't have to worry about it. Last thing we want is tiny feets walking into the room to see what's up with all the racket."

At that moment, Xu-Xu meowed and came up to them, and Weiss blinked down at her. "Silly kitty. Hmm… you may have a point. Let's adjourn to our bedroom." As she stood, she added, "And we talked about all that ball gag and BDSM stuff, and I told you that I am not interested! Handcuffs are kinky enough for me!"

"I never said the rest! Literally just the gag, for noise reasons!" She laughed, taking her hand and following her straight away. As they turned the corner to head up the stairs, however, Yang spared a small wave to Xu-xu, putting on a babying voice. "And you're going to stay down here and be a good girl! Yes you are, yes you are!"

"Or we'll get out the spray bottle again, yes we will, yes we will!" Weiss said in the same cloying tone. Of course, the cat knew no difference in their words, and simply blinked up at them curiously.

Once they were in the room, Weiss kicked the door shut with her heel and whipped her white blouse off so fast that a few buttons popped free, forever ruining it unless she took the time to sew them back on. Which she likely wouldn't. And Yang quickly threw off her top in response, already reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. It seemed like forever ago that the cast stopped her before. In fact, she could barely remember it at all.

When she threw the bra among their shirts, Yang spared a glance to the digital clock on their bed side table. Three PM. "We got one hour before Ruby gets here. Ready to race?"

"PAH!" Weiss burst out as she shucked her yoga pants and panties all in one go. "We both know that we can get so much done in an hour, it's not even funny!" Then she fluffed out her hair once she was standing there entirely nude. "Now then… what are you gonna do to your 'princess'?"

Still unbuckling her belt and shorts, she was trying to shuffle them and her underwear down as quickly as she could, quickly pushing her own hair up and out her face. Seemed Weiss's lap sitting and teasing had completely paid off, considering Yang was already semi-erect out of the gate.

"Oh I don't know… There's so many things I could do. Maybe I should pin you up against a wall; or bend you over the bed…"

"The wall?" Weiss gasped, face lighting up in excitement. "Wow, we haven't done that since… Belize, I think it was." She began to stride forward. "Do it, if you think you can."

Moving forward to meet her, Yang grasped her arms right away, using them to push her back into the nearest wall with no hope of release. "Don't think I won't," she said with a smirk, before dipping to kiss her more firmly. It'd been so long, no wonder they were each so desperate to rough one another up in the sheets. Or against the nearest flat surface, in this case.

"Nnhhh!" Weiss groaned against the lips crushing down on hers, already feeling Yang's hardness getting harder up against her curling hairs. There was a reason she did not take as much care trimming them lately, but she would reinitiate her beautification rituals from back in her solo tour days soon enough, when she and Yang were on the bus. With or without Neon and her silent companion.

Satisfied she was pinned long enough, her hands released Weiss's wrists, instead moving down her body while they kissed up a storm. Tongues battling, bodies grinding against one another firmly; just like their adrenaline filled days on tour. When they had their moments, it never really changed. Sure, they sped things up by removing their own clothes rather than each other's, and protection was no longer an issue; but in that sense, the two of them never truly grew up. They adored their time together.

"God, your rocket is already clearing the launch pad," Weiss half-laughed, half-groaned as she leaned her neck to the side to allow Yang to have her way with it. But she didn't mind; that was the goal, after all. To enjoy each other with their stolen moment.

"Always is for you." But she immediately fell to biting and suckling without a single care as to who saw the mark afterward. By now neither of them did; anyone who had a problem was simply laughed at by Yang. One hand was brushing it's way over her body, brushing to the small area above the hair. A finger seemed to stroke over something in particular; a scar that wasn't there before. It was only a slight bump of skin, but all the same, Yang fussed over it. Breaking from her kiss to whisper, "Because who can resist your gorgeous body? This included."

Weiss froze and looked away. Collected herself, suppressed strong reactions that wanted to take over the mood. It didn’t take as long as it had once upon a time, and a few seconds later, she was already looking back to Yang, smiling a small, coy smile.

"Apparently, not you," she whispered gratefully.

Noticing the slight funk in her mood, she moved the hand to her hips. Once her diva was smiling again, she brushed that hand downward, pulling Weiss's leg up against her rather firmly. "Are you kidding me?" she asked, pecking at her neck once more. "I don't stand a single chance of turning up my nose at this beautiful prize."

Another sigh, one of great need, escaped Weiss as she hitched herself up higher, wrapping her legs around Yang and locking them at the ankles to help support her weight. Between that and the wall, they were able to keep her weight upward. The thickness grinding up against her clit was delectable, but she couldn't wait to get more out of Yang than just that.

"Fuck me hard," she urged, pressing her cheek urgently against the crown of her head. "Mmhhh… more!"

"You got it, princess." Not lingering to tease further, she drew her hips back, sparing a hand to line herself up with the entrance of her lover's body. Then she surged forward, releasing a needy moan when she felt her length enter the warm, wet folds. The hand returned to her ass to support her again before she set to work. They hadn't time to waste, and were eager to enjoy their precious hour.

Screams of pleasure erupted the instant she felt herself being filled by her wife, head thrown back in ecstasy, arms coming up to wrap around Yang's back as she shifted her hips back and forth. Already, she felt ready to burst — and they had been at it mere seconds! At this rate, they would not only finish, but have time for an episode of Jessica Jones.

It was a good thing they were somewhat alone in the house with the volume of those moans. Not that Xu-Xu would bother them, thanks to the closed door. There was one occasion where the ball of fluff thought it appropriate to hop and curl up on the bedsheets above the couple, despite them quite obviously playing with each other underneath – even trying to pounce on certain bumps under the sheet. Needless to say, it was still a hilarious encounter.

Yang's own moans were simply desperate with need. Pumping herself in and out at a hard and fast pace, she bit her own lip to try and prevent them becoming too loud. For the sake of her own sense of pride more than anything. And Weiss was already fast approaching her own finish. Could she really have been this hard up for time spent alone with Yang? They should never have let themselves get this busy, this often; she would have to start setting aside more time for them to get wild and uninhibited.

"NNhhah! Yang, you're so… GOD, I needed this!"

She'd barely started, but could already feel the telltale signs her wife was about to finish. Not this soon already, she needed more time. Playing this into the game, she leaned in close and purred, "Don't you dare come. I'm not done with you yet."

A little thrill shot down into Weiss’s stomach; she loved when she was forceful. Just enough of a thrill, being commanded like that… and besides, she wanted to see how much better she could feel if she held out longer. Nodding her understanding, she tried to suppress the onslaught of pleasure that the thrusting was bringing her, licking her lips as she was bounced up and down against the wall. Yang was like an animal, unhinged and wild, desperately set on one thing and one thing only. There was a moan each time she pushed deep into her lover's body, feeling as Weiss's muscles twitched in a desperate attempt to hold off. She knew she wouldn't be able to for long, but hopefully enough time so she could find her own release. Which at this rate was building fast.

Alas, Weiss couldn't manage it any longer than that. All she had time to pant was, "K-keep going, don't stop!" before she was already riding out an orgasm unlike any she had felt in weeks. It was as sudden as it was intense.

And Yang didn’t stop. She continued to pump fast and hard, even when Weiss's muscles were trying to clamp onto her member, trying to get something out of it. The build up was quick, but getting to the finish line wasn't quite as quick at arriving.

Or arriving at all. An annoyed groan later she stopped, slipping herself out of Weiss's body. Her member was still hard, and now more or less dripping with Weiss's juices but even that wasn't enough.

"It's no good… I can't quite get there. Damnit."

"Now I… remember why we haven't done this in a while," Weiss laughed breathlessly as she was slowly let down to stand on her own. "Takes too long. Take me to the bed."

As she had become accustomed to Yang throwing her over her shoulder, it had happened so many times, she didn't even truly ask about it anymore. Which was exactly what happened; Yang lifted her up and over, quickly pacing toward the bed while she still had herself in its full glory. There was no way she wanted that to fade yet, not when they were barely fifteen minutes into their hour. While they both giggled, she tossed Weiss down into the plush mattress, about to climb on top of her when…

She paused, spying the bedside drawer. And remembered something they hadn't done in a long long time. It'd been the initial subject of her phone call with Blake, ironically enough, yet she could barely remember the last time they tried. Pausing as she was straddled over Weiss's hips, she asked, "What about… you taking me?"

"How about you taking me?" Weiss playfully teased, but she wasn't truly going to ignore her wife's request. Instead, she thumbed over her shoulder at the table. "Go on, get your best friend, but… I want you to play with me a little more first, if that's alright."

"That can easily be arranged…" She grinned, crawling over her petite wife to get to the bedside drawer. Shuffling through the various things placed in there to hide the particularly raunchy items, she pulled out the bottle of lubricant first, and then hesitated. "Hmm… double-ender, or you want me to just hit your clit this round?"

"Ooh, you're so playful today… I can't decide." Her smile was genuine; this was a lot of fun for her. "Get a few toys out and we'll figure it out later. Right now… just use your tongue. God, I miss that tongue…"

Nodding in agreement with her wife, Yang did as she was asked, pulling out the few toys they had. Their first, the icey blue friend from that video together, a double ended yellow one, a butt plug and a small vibrator. Then she went back to work. Climbing down her lover's body, she left a trail of kisses down the soft delicate skin, hands grasping her legs to prise them apart. All Weiss did was stretch out luxuriously, a contented smile on her face. Having just climaxed, she really loved having that moment to simply bask in the worship, to let Yang's lips graze over her…

Even her soft thatch of hair, which she had flinched at earlier. It did not happen a second time; she merely moaned slightly lower, loving how much her bodyguard loved her as she began to glide her toes up and down Yang's hips and thighs, trying to repay the attention in some small way. They had plenty of time to spare, plenty of time to slow down and give attention to Yang’s favourite body in the world. Even if Weiss was touchy about certain areas these days, Yang wasn’t. She would lavish the faint marks with attention, kissing continuously, all the way along the length of it.

"You've given me so much," she seemed to whisper directly to the skin, kissing one more time before she started to make her way lower. "Allow me, princess, to give back."

"Anytime," she responded, with tears of gratitude in her eyes. They wouldn't quite fall, she was past that by now, but they always welled up slightly when Yang was so considerate.

And then the eyes fell closed with a sigh of pleasure when lips hit home. "Ooh…"

This time, Yang treated her lover’s flower it with delicate care. A huge contrast between the rough treatment she'd given it not even five minutes ago. Not wanting to disappoint, she allowed her tongue to dip between the lips. Arching her back into the contact, Weiss allowed her legs to come to a rest on Yang's hips while the tongue worked its magic. Even though she had already finished, she wanted more; always more from Yang, she needed it! Licking her lips, her idle hands came up to squeeze her own chest, hoping to coax that much more pleasure from the moment.

Feeling her lips curl into a smile, she continued to savour the flavours of her lover, kissing and licking and dipping her tongue all around the softer skin. Occasionally she made sure to raise her tongue more than usual, flicking it across the surface of the delicate nub at the top. Just enough to give her a taste of what was to come. Every instant that the wet muscle met her nub, the diva bucked upward, as if chasing the sensation. And in a way, she was, though at the same time she also relished the chase, and welcomed waiting for Yang to pursue her again.

Lightly smirking this time, she waited for when Weiss seemed to be unsuspecting… and then did it again. And she continued that pattern, waiting until her guard was down before attacking. It wasn't until the fifth time it happened that she started to giggle, looking up to her from below with a cheeky grin.

"Stop teasing!" Weiss gasped breathlessly, bringing her heel down on Yang's back. "You're… so bad!"

"I know." She giggled, wincing at the brief pain from the kick. "But you already came once. That's not fair."

"And I'd want you to come five or six times if it was possible, but… we know there's only one way you can technically do it twice." Reaching over blindly, she was finally able to pick up and present Yang with the correct implement; the yellow one. "Care to… share the banana?"

She rolled her eyes, hitching herself up to take it from her. "And here I thought you were gonna treat me. Rude." But there was still a smile on her face when she crawled over again to fetch the bottle of lube, sitting it by Weiss's side for a moment so she could prepare the rest. Holding the 'giving' end toward her, she smirked. "Open wide."

Amused, she did as Yang asked — to the best of her abilities. Though Weiss may have been complaining about her aging body a few minutes ago, it wasn't as if she was taking the passage of time lying down; she was still in damn good shape. She curled her abdomen inward, reaching down and clasping her ankles to pull her feet up and position them behind her head.

"Is… this wide enough?"

Every time, Yang was amazed at the displays Weiss put on for her. She remembered how flexible Blake was, but when she told Weiss that, she was determined to beat her. And that training seemed to pay off, certainly now more than ever.

"It's good… But." She held up the dildo again, looking between it, and where it would be pushed into. "You're making this difficult to put on."

"Too bad," Weiss goaded with a grin, obviously clenching her hindmuscles. "Let's see how you pull this off; I'm curious now."

"Geeze, you make this difficult," she groaned, looking toward the now-tightened opening of her lover again. This position was going to make it so much more filling for her, but also so awkward for Yang to work with. Still, she was up for the challenge. Shuffling toward her target, she held up the yellow cock, slowly lining up the end of it with her entrance. Gradually, she pushed it up against her, slowly applying more pressure to push it inside.

"Ohhhh, that's what I like," the diva groaned in an almost obscene voice, eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of the length filling her. None of the toys were that small, but the thing she liked about this end of the yellow one was that it was just about the same size as Yang. Meanwhile, the other end… well, that was quite a bit larger.

Once it was fully slid inside, Yang took a long look at her while holding up the straps on either side. Which was making it increasingly difficult to determine how she would do it. She couldn't thread it around herself like normal, or move her legs much from that position. Eventually, she just blushed and let out a whine of annoyance.

"Stop ogling and start strapping," Weiss taunted. But when Yang only scratched her head, she rolled her eyes and lowered her legs with a slight grunt, pushing her hips up off the bed. "Is this easier for you?"

"Was that so hard to do instead of just showing off, Mrs Flexible?" she asked sarcastically, finally getting back to work now she could reach things properly. Strapping the ends around both her legs to keep it in place, she was finally ready to take her.

Of course, while Yang waited for a response, she was also looking at the much bigger end. The one she'd be receiving. It was slightly bigger than their icey blue friend in width, but Yang assured Weiss she could handle it. And a handful of times, she certainly did. Still, the sight was always one that made her weak in the knees.

Licking her lips as she watched Yang gaze at the opening, unbelievably turned on by the notion, Weiss couldn't resist any longer. Voice husky and needy, she whispered, "Hand me that lube and get your ass over my face. You have no idea how much I want to get you ready for my cock."

Immediately, Yang’s blush doubled. She looked in shock back at Weiss again, barely able to believe how forward she was being today. But she loved it and wasn't about to argue. Still needy herself, she did just as she was asked, handing the bottle straight over and climbing toward her, turning herself around once close enough so she'd present herself.

"Whatever you say, princess."

"Don't act like we don't both know how much you love it," Weiss breathed, taking in the glorious sight. Perhaps she didn't speak this plainly all the time, and it had been a while since they got to have a good, long session like this, but she had made no secret of how much fun she found toying with the tight little opening below her lover's organ.

Which was partly why she wasted no time in drawing it down closer, pressing her lips up against the tightly-puckered skin with a contented little mewl. And why Yang bit her lip, suppressing the shaky moan that attempted to escape. The fact she hadn't yet come was really taking its toll on her, making her grow desperate with desire and lust. She could even feel the slight chill from where it was still wet with her wife’s essence. But if only she could place such wetness to the opening Weiss required.

At least she knew her lover would handle that with the lubricant. She enjoyed doing that, and often insisted she'd do it over Yang herself.

However, the smaller woman was still engaged in prelubrication. As her thumb flicked open the bottle next to her, the other hand kept Yang's hips still as she pressed her tongue up against the ring of muscle as hard as she could, trying to worm her way inside without any forewarning or coaxing.

"NNNN!!! Jesus, is it even possible to work out with your t-tongue?!" she asked, trying to suppress the moans once more as she let Weiss do her work, feeling the attempts to push inside very easily. Grasping the bedsheets tightly for a moment to try and hold on, she slowly looked backwards at what was happening, barely able to keep herself contained. The moans into the skin were completely uninhibited, but she didn't take long to fully enjoy them before she was bringing up the bottle and drizzling the clear liquid onto where her tongue had just opened very slightly.

"Do you have any idea how much I wish we had more time than we do today?" she sighed shakily as she brought one fingertip up to rest against the slicked skin, pressing in gently. "It's been like, five seconds, and I miss the taste of your ass already… weird as that sounds, I know."

"I never said it was weird when you first admitted you liked the taste, I sure as hell ain't gonna start saying it now." Hanging onto the sheets even still as she felt the tip begin to slide inside, she let out a moan of her own, grinning in sheer delight as her finger easily penetrated it, and teasingly began to open her up. "Thaaaaat's it, right like that…"

Biting her lip — partly just because she was enjoying participating in the show, but partly to further enjoy the lingering taste of Yang on her lips — she watched as her finger slid all the way into the tight little opening, looked on in detached wonder as it drew out again. Feeling some resistance, she raised the bottle and added a little more, letting it start to drip down around the sides before she pushed again. A few more repeated attempts, and it was flying in and out of Yang freely.

She knew her weakness too well. Sure, getting her dick off was good, but this had her wife singing. Each time the finger slid inside, she couldn't hold back, letting out yet another needy moan into the air. And now it was going at a rapid pace, it was becoming very difficult not to jerk herself off whilst this was happening.

Speaking of which… Holding her hand back, she tried to stop her moans a moment, asking, "The bottle… Lemme prepare you."

That made Weiss pause entirely. "Oh, you… want to prepare me, too?" Her abdomen clenched, which Yang would have to be completely overtaken by the throes of the teasing in her hindquarters to miss. Gulping, she glanced over at the black plug; it had been so long since they used that, and with good reason. It was not at all petite. Her secondary entrance was only used to Yang being in there, and not the wider girth of said toy.

"Yeah, make things slide all the more easier," Yang explained. Although she noticed the clenching, and sudden anticipation when it came to her suggestion, she hadn't seemed to have guessed what Weiss was thinking. Only moving one of her hands to the banana for a moment. Seemed they were both on a slightly different page and didn't realise it.

Gulping at the thought of being double-penetrated for only the second or third time in her life, and the first with the hefty plug they had purchased primarily for Yang's needs, Weiss nodded and reached over to grasp it, passing both it and the bottle to her wife.

"Okay, j-just… just go slow?"

"…W-wait, what?" Suddenly appearing to have noticed what Weiss was implying, she looked at the items being handed to her. All she had expected was to be taken herself with the other end of the strap on, and then to put the rest away. Now Weiss wanted to use that as well? She really did want to cram everything into one hour. "You serious? You want this?"

"Yeah! I mean… wait, was that not what you were talking about?" Letting out a weakly nervous laugh, she licked her lips and said, "O-oh. Wow, I guess I really have ass on the brain." Then she giggled and said, "Does that make me a butthead?"

Chuckling to herself, Yang crawled forward and away from Weiss's finger at last, shuffling forward enough to prepare things down below. "Yep, it sure does. But who can blame you, it's been a while." Bringing the bottle up into her hands, she squeezed a hearty helping onto the yellow dildo first, getting right to work as she stroked it up and down, thoroughly soaking the entirety of what wasn’t inside her wife. There were times where she'd make her grip rather tight, enough to make the other side pump in and out of her.

Then she let a little more drizzle down between Weiss’s cheeks. Once the bottle was set down, she slid a finger into her – all at once. By now, they both knew her princess’s ass could take that with almost no effort. It pumped in and out of her until she felt the muscles give, ready to receive more.

"Mmhhh," Weiss sighed, allowing her eyes to close from the dull pleasure of the twin sensations. "Yeah… jack me off, you beautiful woman. Make your man proud."

Smirking to herself, she continued to coat the length as wet as she could. That in addition to how wet her own opening was, thanks to Weiss, she knew this would be an easy and smooth ride. Now it was her turn. She looked over her shoulder to deliberately check Weiss was looking, holding the large plug into her view. Then with the other hand, she squeezed a large helping of the liquid all over it. "And does my man… want his butt to be claimed?"

The fleeting relief that Weiss had felt when the attention returned to the "banana" was now draining away as she stared at the implement again. Her lips parted, and she had intended to go ahead and tell her wife that maybe they shouldn't bother tonight. That she liked the idea, but wanted to work up to it gradually; worry about the huge thing another time.

What came out was, "Yes."

However, Yang noticed the worried expression. It was true that they didn’t play with Weiss’s butt nearly as much as the other way around – well, with the exception of Yang claiming it with her cock. But she could give her the choice. Turning around to line her cheeks up with the phallus, she placed the plug down a moment to pick up the last toy she'd picked out. The vibrator. It was a lot smaller in comparison, however, if she was already penetrated in one hole, it would be plenty.

"Seriously, we can just use this baby instead if you don't want the plug. I know it's fucking huge; not the biggest on the market, but a lot to take up the ass."

"Maybe I want you to use both," she joked, not even laughing or smiling at the quip as she considered. "But… no, we have to use a plug; the other thing would fall out once I start fucking you." Then she took a deep breath. "You've opened up my ass a hundred times. I think I'm ready to… at least try this thing. See if I can take it. And if it doesn’t work, that’s fine."

"Well, alright, Princess." And here she was thinking she could get her end, but Weiss was so insatiable she needed more – and what Weiss wanted, Weiss got. Retrieving the plug again and putting the vibrator back, she climbed down once again to between Weiss's legs. Pressing the tapering end of the well-lubricated silicon between those cheeks, she lined it up with the slightly-loosened ring of muscle, starting to rotate around it to open her.

"Ohhhh God," Weiss breathed shakily, cheeks moving from side to side at the sensation. "Oh, I hope I open right up for it…" But already, she loved the sensation against her skin; she knew she would, she always had. It was only the thought of how much pressure was about to befall the tightly-puckered opening that kept her from letting go to enjoy the magic befalling her body.

When she felt Weiss relaxing more, Yang began to push pushing harder, rolling the plug around to open her up as much as possible. Easing gently, bearing in mind how much bigger it was toward the base than Yang’s cock. Pressing her cleaner hand to her face, Weiss panted with the effort of not crying out at the intensity. It was so big! Too big, possibly, but it was only about halfway inside of her. Maybe this wouldn’t work, but how would she know if she didn't try? Part of her said that she should be taking out the yellow one while trying this, but somehow, it was also making it easier to take; the whole area being stimulated made her muscles feel more alive, ready for anything. And this certainly qualified as "anything"!

"Doing okay?" she asked, pushing more of it inside even firmer. It was beginning to surpass the width of the strap on itself, the bigger end that Yang was going to take, gradually getting even wider. Still taking in the sight, she could barely believe how much her petite girlfriend could handle.

"WAIT!" Weiss finally gasped out when she felt the pleasure very slightly starting to edge closer to pain – a warning sign both women had learned to heed after a few unfortunate incidents. "Just… it needs a second to catch up!"

“Okay.” Holding it still again, her bodyguard gazed in awe at just how much she had taken already. Above halfway; and only a tiny amount to go. But still, she looked back up to try and catch her expression. "You're like, a finger's width off from the end, y'know. You gonna be okay?"

A weak nod. "Y-yeah… but if you kept going before… I think it would have been bad." Swallowing, she brushed her bangs away from her face; they were beginning to stick. "Can you… twist it a little, stimulate the skin?"

Tilting her head in response, she turned her hand slowly around, spinning the plug within her, inside the right ring of muscle it was forced into. "Like this?"

"NNhhhhhHH! More lube!" she demanded weakly, though her legs were shifting this way and that in extreme pleasure. Even if she might need more lubrication, it being rough was definitely not making her change her mind.

Drawing a very small amount of the plug back out again, Yang went to grasp the bottle, squirting a hearty helping around her skin, and the length itself. Managing to rub it against both, she attempted again, turning the plug around and around to spread the coating evenly.

"Ohhh… okay, I think… yeah, we're good now, it's good… thank you, baby." Her eyes were full of love for the bodyguard suddenly, lips turned up into an adoring smile even as she panted with the effort of weathering the bullet being ground past her defenses.

Nodding, she smiled back for a moment before getting right back to it. Slowly she pushed her hand forward again, stretching Weiss out wider and wider… back to where they were at before, and beyond, until she finally felt the skin accept the rest of it, releasing as the grip took the entire plug in for her and the base sat against her backside.

There was a little "AH!" from Weiss at the plug going all the way in, and then she relaxed completely. "Oh… ooh… oh that feels… interesting…" The two masses inside of her were pressing into one another through the membranes of her body, and it was not an altogether unpleasant sensation. Just a new one.

Simply taking a moment to stare, Yang was blushing anew yet again. Her lover, now with her bigger sized plug inside her dark opening, was ready to go. Phallus lubed up and waiting, just begging to be ridden. Not to mention, Weiss was filled in both her entrances. Not only would this be fantastic for Yang, but it would be something new altogether for her wife.

Grasping the phallus and slowly jerking it up and down again, she asked, "So… how do you want me? Facing you?"

"Ohhhh yeah," Weiss replied without hesitation, twitching all over from even that slight pressure in her cavity. Both of them, now. "That's… yeah, I want to see you… watch you enjoy me…"

Half closing her eyes seductively, she nodded, soon climbing over her yet again to get into position. Straddling her lover's hips, she leant right forward, sparing one of her hands to reach down to grasp the dick of her lover. After a brief pat around, she found it. Pulling it in toward her, she continued to make eye contact with her while she maneuvered that into position, lining it up with her moistened entrance. Until finally, she began to slide down, eyes slightly widening as she felt the pleasure swim through her.

"God, Yang, you look so good!" Weiss glowed, watching as the implement slowly sank deeper and deeper into her the lower her body went. Though Yang's beautiful example of a sex was partially obstructing her view, she still valued both highly, wanting to reach down and play with everything in sight. Again, another time.

Sliding down all the more, Yang eventually let out more needy moans into the air, leaning back to stare at the ceiling as she tried to process. It was so big! And so long… It always felt like something close to a train ramming its way in every time. But she loved every second. Sooner than usual, her cheeks landed right into Weiss’s lap as she moaned out again, "G-god… Ah…"

Weiss couldn’t resist. Even though it was very slightly mean, she moved her hips from side to side a bit earlier than she normally would. She also let out a quiet gasp of pleasure from it shifting inside herself before asking in a playful voice, “Does my wife like being filled by her husband?”

"Is that a trick question?" she asked, adjusting the position of her knees so she was straddling her again, making it much easier to shift herself upward to pull it out slightly. Biting her lip again, she struggled to keep in another moan. It was pushing against her inner walls so easily with each shift, touching all different areas. It felt fantastic! "Of course I do."

Already, Weiss felt almost as if she could finish again; the sensations paired with the sights were incredible, and that was without the mammoth thing inside her rear entrance. She really could scarcely stand it! Yet she wanted it there, was happy to be teased in two different ways at once. Always had been; this was just taking it to the next level.

Forcing herself back down onto it again, Yang looked straight back into Weiss's eyes again when she moaned out, pressing one of her hands onto one of the bare breasts before her. Meanwhile, she didn’t know if she should use her other hand to toy with Weiss more, or for leverage in case her knees didn't suffice. Yet also felt a dying need for something else, the sensation that had never been allowed to come to a close. That needed to be handled.

Once sure Weiss was watching, she reached downward, grasping her length and beginning to jerk firmly, matching the pace of her mild movements on Weiss's fake cock, moaning even more. "Mmm… Yeah."

"HEY!" Weiss yelped out, slapping weakly at Yang's hand as it stroked her erect length feverishly. "What… do you think you're doing with that? It… belongs to me! You have to ask!"

"O-oh, right." Releasing it from her grip, she instead placed it on her stomach a moment, slowing her riding down to give her enough time to ask. "Please, may I stroke myself?"

But to Yang's surprise, what Weiss said was, "No." Then she reached down and grasped it firmly herself, biting her lip at the sensation of her own essence mixing with the small amount that had already escaped from the head. This wasn’t the easiest angle to jerk her off from, but she really wanted to. "No, you may not. Just ride me."

Looking down at Weiss's hand, she nodded in agreement, placing her hand back down to better balance herself as she rode her “husband” again, doing just what she asked. Nodding to show that she understood, and eagerly waited for what was to come. The delicate hand angled up, holding the cock just right so that with every bounce up and down on the rigid length within her, Yang would also end up thrusting into her fist. Seeing as how each bounce also shoved the length inside her tortured sex right up against the filling presence in her other orifice, she somehow almost felt as if she were fucking herself in the ass.

Why was that idea so hot?!

Fucking Weiss’s hand was all the motivation Yang needed to go faster. Allowing herself to be filled over and over, she thrust harder, quicker. The moans practically poured through her mouth as she looked toward her with a grin, even starting to laugh.

"Oh, this is amusing to you, is it?" Weiss teased breathlessly, licking her lips as she felt Yang sliding in and out of her fingers, teasing everything in the back region of herself. "We'll… see how funny you find it… NOW!"

And with that, she began to raise her hips up to meet Yang's with increasing frequency, nearly doubling how hard and fast she rammed into her over and over. The screams of pleasure only got louder. Such a thick cock, and the fist was curled so tight around her own! The more she backed her hips to meet with Weiss's own, the closer she was getting. Especially when on a few particular thrusts, she felt her favourite spot being assaulted again and again, unable to help the higher pitched squeal that came from her when it did.

Meanwhile, Weiss was trying not to scream out from her own mistreatment; every thrust up into Yang slammed the other end into her fragile sex, torturing her insides so much that she could feel her toes tingling, her knees weakening. This was so good — and she had needed it so, so bad.

"HNNN! Aaah! Weiss!" One particularly hard thrust hit Yang's spot, making her entire lower half shudder. And then each thrust was hitting it over and over. Legs shuddering, muscles starting to clamp onto that thick length sailing in and out of her body… She could feel it now, she was incredibly close. "Faster!" she begged, licking her lips to try and regain a little composure for the end. "Y-your hand… I-it's g-gonna…!"

So it was time. Weiss had been preparing for this; she knew what she wanted. Maybe it wouldn't happen, but she had one chance to do what she could. Curling her abdomen inward, she leaned up as much as she could with the other elbow that wasn't busy helping Yang. Then, once she was as far forward as she could comfortably get…

Her hand moved faster up and down Yang while she squeezed tighter than usual. The added pressure might bring about a result they both wanted. By now they were rather practiced at this; it worked a few times, and Weiss was delighted with the results, but others it simply lead to embarrassment or even a laughable moment. Still to this day, Yang had no idea why her wife enjoyed that so much, when most would brand it as disgusting.

But finally, after a few firmer thrusts into her backside, Yang's mouth fell open, gasping loudly as she felt the waves of intense pleasure flow through her entire being, length throbbing in Weiss's grip as it shot out its seed fast and hard. She never got to see where it went, her eyes were closed tightly while she felt the pure ecstasy taking over. More shudders of joy went across her lower half. It had been far too long since she got to enjoy an orgasm as intense as this one.

An orgasm so intense that it led to Weiss's, as well — not purely from Yang gasping, but from the feeling of hot seed splashing across her cheek. She'd made it. She had not missed her mark!

"NNHAAAAHHH!!!!" she moaned out in pure joy as she climaxed again, feeling more droplets landing on her stomach. Only the one spurt had made it all the way up toward her face, but one was enough to send her gasping and shivering, completely overjoyed.

Letting the waves fizzle out gradually, Yang came to rest on Weiss's lap, completely content. The length was still fully inside her, something she didn't want to shift just yet. It felt good there, oddly warm and filling. She needed to simply savour the moment, especially now that her lover had climaxed as well.

The clock on the bedside table read 3:40pm. Twenty minutes: plenty of time to cool down and take care of everything.

"Want the plug out?" she asked when Weiss had finished her own screaming.

"Ahhh… not yet," Weiss sighed. "Let's take care of… other stuff first." Her hands glided up and down Yang's thighs now, and she let out a small chuckle when she felt a little of the cum being smeared on the skin from where it had dripped onto her thumb. "Oops… sorry about that."

"Nice." She laughed, still not completely moving off it when she leant forward to fetch a tissue from the box on the table, biting her lip when the yellow presence shifted back inside her when she sat down again. "Gah… That's what these tissues are for, you know. Don't wipe it on me!" But still, she took care of the mess, dabbing her own skin and the top of her member, then moving on to her wife's stomach and cheek.

"Thank you," she told her doting wife primly as she was cleansed, smiling as if she were a queen on her throne instead of a girl with two implements deep inside of her, naked on her back. "Now… I have something I want to do for you. Maybe you can guess what it is without any hints, but here's one; I'll need a glove."

"Does this mean I have to get up?" she asked, teasingly moving her hips side to side, but also biting her lip at the sensations it caused to her insides.

"Up off the banana, at the least." Once Yang started to lean up slightly, she reached forward and weakly swatted at her hip. "Come on; time is a luxury today! Let me get in there, I want my baby to have two O's like I did!"

"Alright, alright. I just find the banana appealing, okay?" She let that pun sink for a short moment, listening to her wife groan as she pulled herself upward, unable to help the small shudder that happened when she was out entirely. Once that was done she straddled Weiss's hips again. "Where do you want me?"

"In me." Then she let out a theatrical sigh and shrugged. "However, since I doubt you'll be 'up' for that…"

Apparently, Yang wasn't the only one who could make jokes. Sighing as she looked down to her member, now limp and lacklustre, she took a moment to reach for the gloves in the drawer. "Less taunting, more fingering, Wifey."

"Hey, I am capable of multitasking." But the taunting smile gave way to a more earnest one. "You want it on your back so I can really get in there? It's been a good while since your spot and I had a chance to bond."

"Now you're talkin'." She purred with delight, hopping off her lap and instead laying to one side on her back, spreading her legs to give Weiss more than enough of the room she needed. "It's been way too long."

Leaning up and sliding her arm over Yang's thigh, gazing down, she couldn't help the greedy little smirk that crept over her face as she began to pull the glove on. "Ooohhh, where shall I begin? Everything looks so good; I can't decide." Her now-gloved fingertips poked Yang's soft sack, making sure to avoid its contents for fear of hurting her.

"Hmm…" Instinctively she tensed, but nonetheless rested a leg up on her diva's shoulder, looking up with a smile. "Well, it's all yours. I think that was the agreement when I married you right?"

"True." As her fingers came to a rest up against Yang's slick entrance, feeling how it was already so wide open and ready to receive more, she leaned down to press her lips up against the fragile sack. "All mine, and all delicious."

Quickly glancing at the clock once more, just to double check, she then looked back toward her with another smirk, tensing the muscles deliberately against the fingers. "Well you better hurry then, clock's ticking."

Nodding, Weiss leaned up and took the partially-softened cock into her mouth. The muted salty tang of her essence hit her taste buds as she groaned against the flesh, swirling her tongue around the head as two of her fingers began to slide past her wife's loosened opening. Right away, Yang felt slight relief from feeling such wetness touching the member again after it'd become sore from the movements of her strokes, so feeling its coolness made her grin with delight. Just as the fingers heading into her backside did, which she bit her lip to try and suppress a louder noise. Her diva really was determined to make her go again!

The stirring didn't go unnoticed; Yang was getting slightly more aroused from her teasings. Of course, Weiss already knew that the chances of getting Yang all the way hard again weren't high, let alone a second spurting. But just feeling the warm flesh in her mouth was reason enough for her to keep going — so long as Yang didn't complain of discomfort.

And speaking of which… a pleased little chuckle sounded in her throat when she felt the little ridged mass she had been seeking out, deep within her lover. There it was.

"O-ooohh…" A quiet, but content purr sounded out from her bodyguard, unable to help when her legs twitched against Weiss's shoulders. Laying her head back and grinning from ear to ear, her wife was going to fuss over her favourite spot again and again, going to bring her to a second clima-

DING DONG!

Chapter 11: Nightgown

So, now that our old pal Ishmael has gotten himself hitched, let us follow him into his marital bedchamber for a bit of intimate action. This is another short one, but contains one of my absolute favorite passages in the whole book!

SUMMARY: Ishmael and Queequeg go to bed. They stay up late chatting with each other about various things, shifting around in various positions. Eventually, they both realize they are no longer sleepy at all, and sit up in bed. Queequeg lights a lamp and starts smoking, sharing again with Ishmael. Ishmael asks Queequeg about his homeland, so he tells the story of how he came to be a harpooneer in the American whale fishery.

So, not exactly the kind of “intimate action” you may have been expecting. But hey, Moby Dick is known as a musty old Important Book, and even though I think it’s a lot funnier and easier to read than its reputation would indicate, that doesn’t mean it’s gonna have a secret gay sex chapter. At least, not yet.

Although, in the opening paragraph Ishmael does describe “Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back,” so it’s a bit open to interpretation. Nonetheless, the main action of this chapter is two good, good friends sharing a bed together, talking, and being extremely comfy. It’s good stuff.

Indeed, the main thrust of this chapter is a bit of a treatise on the nature of comfiness, and how best to achieve optimal comfort in even the most adverse circumstances. If you’ll recall, before Ishmael met Queequeg, when he first arrived at the Spouter-Inn, he had a hell of a time trying to find suitable sleeping arrangements. He tried putting two benches together, but it just didn’t work. He fretted about sleeping in another bed with someone else, and even when he got in the bed, he lamented that the mattress was stuffed with corn cobs and broken crockery.

And yet now, he is the most comfortable man in the whole wet world, in that very same bed. Ishmael puts forth his theory on comfort and snugness thusly:

We felt very nice and snug, the more so since it was so chilly out of doors; indeed out of bed-clothes too, seeing that there was no fire in the room. The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in the general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.

And I must say that I agree wholeheartedly with every single letter of that. Is it not a wonderful feeling to know that there is cold all around you, bitter and terrible cold, but to be nice and warm? Just as there is nothing better than sitting inside in a coffee shop or a living room with a view of a raging rainstorm outside. The contrast of your position with the knowledge of the extremity of the external elements enhances the feeling of safety and comfort.

This is why colder, or at least more temperate, regions are better for human habitation. It is the only place where this experience is really possible to attain.

But this quirk of comfort may have darker implications as well. If we can extend this love of contrast to other areas of human experience, it may be the cause, or at least perpetuator, of a great many evils in the world. Consider: is winning really worth if nobody is losing? If there are no natural losers, might you be tempted to punish some so that you may feel like you are winning more?

It drives the great class struggles of our time, I would posit. Everyone wants to be above someone. It is one of the factors in the perpetuation of slavery, in days gone by and today. Even the lowest man wants to feel like he is above somebody, and that drives racial hatred. Instead of helping each other and working towards a better future, we become obsessed with who is winning and who is losing, and how to be in the former category rather than the latter. 

I wish that everyone could see that life is not only not a zero-sum game, but is not a game at all. There are no winners and losers, there are simply people trying to get by. Nobody is going to give you a score at the end of it all, there are no rankings or leaderboards. Every human has dignity, whether you treat them that way or not.

Anyway, back in the book, in Ishmael and Queequeg’s intimate night-time chat, we touch on another big theme for the book. While he was laying down, and even when he first sat up in bed, Ishmael kept his eyes firmly closed, believing that it is the only way for a man to “feel his identity aright”. He goes on to hypothesize that perhaps the natural state of man is to be in darkness.

This sort of flip-flopping of the traditional roles of light and darkness, one as evil and unnatural and the other as good and pure, is one of the big ongoing themes in this book. Here, we get the idea that perhaps being in darkness is a position of intimate comfort. The cozy snugness of being surrounded on all sides by gloom, the warm darkness of the womb. Not the fearful unknown, but the silent, comforting blackness of closing your eyes in order to get some rest.

Finally, we end the chapter on a nice little metatextual note. The following chapter will recount Queequeg’s origin story, but is not a note-for-note retelling of what Ishmael heard that very night, in that bed. Instead, this is what an older Ishmael managed to put together through many such conversations, and interrogations of other people who also knew his new husband. So, we get a more or less complete version, edited for clarity.

Whew, didn’t think I would end up delving quite so deeply into philosophy just from a fun little pillow talk chapter. But hey, that’s how these things go, sometimes. You never know when inspiration is going to strike, from the littlest things.

Next time, we get into Melville’s old wheelhouse: south seas adventures!

Until then, shipmates!

Image Credits:

Crystal Cave (2011), by Arctic Photo.

Saint Jerome in His Study (1514), by Albrecht Durer.

The Nightmare (1781), by Henry Fuseli.

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Summary: Isadora reminisce about her life in Los Angeles, her shot at stardom and how she winded up as Chris Winters’ lover.

Rating: M -  Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with non-explicit suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, or coarse language.

Explicit depiction of extra-marital relationships. Explicit, non-graphic mentions of drug use. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Words: 2536

Notes: Remember that confession about Chris Winters and the affair and that I said I would fight the HWU!MC in a pool filled with jelly out of pure boredom? It might have sparked an idea in me.

It all became more clearly defined when I heard this song by Javiera Mena, and there you have it! Just in time for the RCD finale!

(BTW, how do you like it? I’m writing this on Sunday and I have no idea if it sucked. It probably did.)

Anyways, enjoy it. Especially @playchoicesconfessions and @nightmonster86, who is the original confessor. Look what you made me do!

Isadora cannot help herself but to stare, dead, at the roof of her bedroom.

Los Angeles was blessed with cool weather and a soft breeze blowing from the sea tonight. If the city had less luminous pollution, she was certain they would be able to admire a beautiful, late-Summer starry sky.

Her iPod was still docked at the station, low music filled the room, but it was not that she was paying any attention to what was on. The candles that lightened the place already burned out, the only source of clarity came from the flickering street lights.

It was on moments like those she wonders how she ended up like that.

When she left Iowa, she had dreams, she had hopes. Those did not last long under the Californian sun. She knows she had forgiven Chazz for lying to her, for saying he had this great gig as an agent and a big house to host her, but she cannot help but think she may have never come to the West Coast if she knew it was not the case.

She was happy back home, was she not? She had her teaching degree, a nice employment working with children, and that fantasy of hers to be a movie star was dormant, she was satisfied working on community theatre shows every once in a while.

Chazz was insistent, though. He swore she had a special spark and, with his help, she could turn that into a ‘supernova’.

She believed him. She sold everything she owed, quit her job and took a flight to La-La-Land.

For a while, she struggled to find even the lowliest of gigs. She starred on a few commercials for the worse kind of company one can imagine. It did not matter to her, she was determined. She believed it was as they used to say, it is ninety-nine percent transpiration.

Finally, Isadora got her big break. A supporting role on the indie hype of the year, Tender Nothings. Co-starring with her childhood hero, Victoria Fontaine, and the guy she admits to have had a crush as a teen, Matt Rodriguez.

Things were not as easy as it first appeared, however. Victoria was ballistic against her, feeling horribly threatened by her presence as the ‘fresh new face’, while Matt, while a decent sort, was always either stressed over Markus van Groot, the director, and his rather unstable state of mind, or shielded by his elitist, entitled entourage.

For a gregarious person like Isadora, being snubbed out, being unable to form more personal connections to her cast mates, was a challenge, but a wise person once said, you are born alone, you die alone. She could handle it.

Handle she did, extraordinarily so, one might say. She managed Markus’ genius to a point he was almost tame and predictable, she pushed towards some of Teja’s, the assistant director, ideas, she calmed Matt and helped him soldier through the numerous reshoots, and she held her head gracefully in face of Victoria’s abuse.

Her goal was to prove herself not only as a talented actor, but also as someone easy, even pleasurable, to work with, and for a while, she was regarded as such. Even Victoria started coming around to her.

One night, however, sometime along the shooting, Teja said Markus would like to treat Matt and Victoria to a nice dinner, exclusive to the stars. The other actress could not miss the opportunity to rub it on Isadora’s face, the fact she was not important enough to attend.

The next day, every major gossip headline in town mentioned that dinner. It was said their drinking got very out of hand and they ended up confessing some pretty embarrassing, tethering on career ending, secrets.

What was puzzling on the story is that the restaurant was closed off for them, and little people other than the attendees knew they would even be there that night.

Victoria, of course, jumped to conclusions and blamed the whole thing on Isadora’s alleged ambition and desire to take her off the movie and to have the lead role all to herself.

As soon as she stepped on set, the A-lister pranced on her and hit her to the point she had to get stitches afterwards, quitting the production soon afterwards. Matt, always with the herd mentality, followed suit.

Appalled with the lack of professionalism of his American colleagues, Markus talked with the studio and they agreed the best thing to be done was pulling the plug on the production.

Isadora was fired, with a generous rescission package and a heartfelt request for her not to sue. Which she did not.

Something broke inside her that day. Besides her nose and teeth, that is. She realized she did not want to be an actor any longer. She did not want to have her life displayed like that, and she did not want to deal with the Markus, Matts and Victorias of the industry.

It just was not worth it.

A few weeks later, Matt knocked on her door, saying he had figured out the whole exposé on them was work of his agent, who was adamant he dedicated himself to another sequel of an action franchise. He said he was sorry, and that he wanted to revive Tender Nothings.

She answered him she did not want to work in show business any longer. He interpreted it as hardballing, and offered to expand her part.

Looking back, it was what cemented her decision to leave. How dared he? To come to her door with a meagre apology and feel like he had the right to demand anything of her? To think that her struggle, that her acquired distaste for the industry was just some concoction of hers? That it could all be solved throwing some money at it?

Had he learnt nothing from what happened? Or was it that he felt Isadora was too insignificant to pay any heed?

Be as it may, she sent him away and she never saw him again.

After that, she rebuilt her life. With the severance, she could purchase the, admittedly shitty but very affordable, apartment she currently lives, and she found another job at a private day-care, which paid reasonably well.

Overall, her acting career was now only memories and an obscure credit on IMDb.

That is not to say it was the last she ever heard from the Hollywood folks she met during her stint at Tender Nothings. She and Teja were friends, and Markus was still trying to coax her back into his movies. He had taken an admiration for her, as it seems.

And that’s the turning point.

Learning from the resounding failure of Matt’s, Markus, instead of appealing for her vanity or ambition, decided to take the long road and make friends with her, show her while Tender Nothings was pretty awful, she still could find good people within the industry.

Isadora was unmoved, but she enjoyed her relationship with the director, and his wife was a surprisingly reasonable, easy-to-please person, quite the kind of people she appreciated having as friends.

Opposites attract, she supposed.

One night, at Markus’ birthday celebration, she was trying to treat herself to a break from the characteristic madness of a van Groot party in some unoccupied room upstairs.

It was where she met him.

Usually, when people talk about how they met their significant others, it is some kind of meet-cute, like a mismatch at the coffee shop or a bump on their way to class or to work.

It was not like that with them. How could it be? Everything about them was twisted, their first meeting would not be the one conformist thing about them.

Isadora Andel met Christopher Winters while he was having a panic attack.

Not many people know, but America’s Heartthrob was taken to cocaine use, and while he had cut down over the years, he never really stopped riding the white horse.

Continuous drug use, especially one as strong as the uncut cocaine rampant in Hollywood, often leads to undesirable side effects. Chris developed panic attacks.

Thanks to her teachers’ school, Isadora had a few psychology classes under her belt and knew how to deal with a situation like that, helping the poor man to gather himself back together.

Once again at a normal heart pace, Chris offered Isadora something to drink, very thankful and somewhat embarrassed by the whole ordeal. She accepted, after all she did not know anyone else at the party, and it was Chris Winters, another of her teenage crushes.

She may have been a movie dork at high school. May have.

They drank, and they talked, and they drank some more. Sometime, late in the night, they started kissing, and undressing, and they had a pretty good time.

The morning after, the first two things Isadora thought when she woke up was that she was beyond hung over and that she had sex with the most desired man in America.

The very married, very unavailable most desired man in America.

She started having a minor panic attack of her own, freaking out about the absurd situation she put herself. She had left show business to avoid the exposition, and she now finds herself on what could very well be the scandal of the decade.

Her hyperventilation ended up waking up Chris himself, who had the taste, or the carelessness, of sleeping beside her after the sex. Not unlike his companion, the same two thoughts ran through his mind, and he too had a minor anxiety burst over the situation.

They were grown, reasonable people, though, they were able to get a grip and face the situation with logic.

Isadora soon realized she was in no danger. Chris would not want for it to leak, he was married and a messy divorce would damage his career and, above all, his all-American boy image.

The man, in turn, concluded it was best not to corner the girl, to question her forcefully if she was some kind of paparazzi infiltrate. If she was, she would not tell him, and if she was not, it might just change her mind. He would call his publicist and they would figure out what to do.

They calmly, yet very, very awkwardly, greeted each other and traded reassurances that it was just a one-time thing and it would be best kept forgotten, the kind of thing not-so-normal people did after a one-night stand with a stranger.

Relieved, and feeling a sense of security with the young woman, Chris offered to take her home. He was driving, after all, and he felt like he owed her some kindness, due to his panic attack the night before, and for, as much as he could remember of their conversation, her being a wholesome person.

It was a long drive between Bel Air, where Markus lived and hosted his soirée, to Little Armenia, where Isadora’s apartment was located, and during the good part of the hour they were contained in close quarters they conversed.

What else would they do, after all?

Isadora talked about her life, things like what was like back in Iowa and what was like living in Los Angeles. Chris, for his turn, shared some anecdotes of his own small-town childhood and impressions on some of his work.

As the sleek car parks in front of the downtrodden apartment block, both of them wished the journey had lasted longer, even if neither wanted to admit it.

The woman smiles at him softly, thanks him for the ride, it was very kind of him, and the grace he dealt with the situation. After everything with Matt and Victoria, she was relieved for not being blamed for a PR disaster again.

He said he, too, was glad that, for everyone that could have found him at that bedroom; it had been her.

For a moment, time stood still. Neither breathed nor moved, they just looked deep into each other’s eyes.

Then they kissed.

An hour later, they were undressed and spent on Isadora’s bed and Chris notes, with a degree of humour, “What’s about us that we can’t talk and not have sex?”

So, their relationship starts. Chris would call late at night, at odd days of the week and ask to come over. Isadora would have the house ready and a hot meal waiting for him.

He came, sad or stressed, and would talk away what concerned him, a particularly difficult job or some altercation with the shrew of his wife. She would pet his hair lazily, let him eat empty calories, offer some input and perspective and suddenly he was fine again.

Afterwards, he would show his deep appreciation for her on a physical manner. It might be as good for him as it was for her, but the thought would remain.

They were fine like that for a while, it was all good for them both, but something started to change. There was not a time when they did not care for each other, but in the beginning, they were friends, people who help and like each other and have the occasional sex.

Now… it changed. Isadora likes Chris, she may growing to love him, and she was somewhat certain that he feels the same for her, too, but it does not the change the fact he is married. That she has to share him with someone else. That there is a part of his life that does not pertain her, that she is not welcome.

She longs for more. Yes, he was a movie star and that is a hindrance on itself, but even as a celebrity, they could have dinners out, attend parties, go to the cinema and have a life together.

Before Isadora could consider it further, the water noise coming from her bathroom stops. Soon enough, Chris emerges at the door, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I should go, I guess.” He says, his voice just above a whisper.

It was a moment neither of them appreciated much. The goodbyes. The parting. The underlined assumption he would be returning to the arms of his not-so-beloved wife.

“Don’t.” She responds, turning her face to look deep inside his green eyes. “The sun will rise soon, just lay here with me until then.”

The man sighs. “Isadora, I…”

“I know what you’re going to say.” She cuts him off. “People will end up noticing, paparazzi will see, but that will only happen if you leave. They can’t find you here.”

Her childlike logic tickles him, sends some shine to the darkness, graveness of his depression, his sadness.

It was too good, too short, to let go just yet.

He lets the towel that covers his intimacy fall to the ground. He circles the bed, and lays next to his lover and kisses her cheek.

“I can’t say no to you.” He confesses, voice grave and a melancholic smile on his expression.

“I’m glad.” She responds. “I really love you, you know.”

His smile widens, his eyes twinkle. “I love you, too.”

In bed together, they saw the purple light slowly flooding the room, announcing the impending, inevitable separation.

So it may be, but for now, they could ignore it and take delight on each other’s presence.

Kassandra Shelby née Kitakis

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Character Full Name: Kassandra Shelby née Kitakis

Nicknames/Alias: Kassie

Backstory for nicknames/alias/names: you don’t have to add anything here if its unnecessary

Gender: Female, she/her

Gender Role: housewife & mommy

Sexual Orientation: straight (unless may carleton shows up)

Age: 27

Birthday: November 26, 1892

Deathday: please don’t kill me i need to make sure my son is ok

Birthplace: Sparta, Greece

Ethnicity: Greek-born but raised in England (Greek English??)

Family Members: not related to any of the Shelby’s or their friends by blood but by marriage/child through Tommy

Children: Tommy and I have a son together, little James Rokko Shelby. I met Tommy while he was in France as a tunneller, I was a nurse in the army and had to bandage him up fairly often. We understood each other well and fell in love and had a baby. Jamesy was born in France and is only a few months old when we get to go home

Face shape: oval

Eye colour: green

Hair colour: brown

Hairstyle: Long and wavy like a goddess

Skin tone: light olive skin (that tans easily)

Complexion: like a goddamn porcelain doll (not really but i wish so yeah make her beautiful!)

Body type/Build: thin with proportionate features

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 125 lbs

Breast size: 34b

Facial Hair: no thank you except for eyebrows

Scars/Birthmarks/Prominent Features: septum piercing (does that count?)

Preferred hand: Rightie

Health: able-bodied

Phobias: drowning, James losing his daddy

Addictions: whiskey and cigarettes because of Tommy (but she enjoys them responsibly because mom)

Mental Disorders: Has severe daddy issues from a messed up childhood, only Tommy knows the truth about it and knows how to comfort her and help the nightmares. She just needs to feel loved and taken care of and Tommy does that for her.

Attitude: SPICY very spicy, but also very loving and compassionate and friendly to those she trusts. She’s an actual Spartan so no one messes with her. She has resting bitch face (much like Tommy which is why they understand each other). She would literally take a bullet to the head for her son.

Expressions: lots of angry eyebrows, she bites her lip when she’s nervous or worried, lots of shrugs and “idk” when she is annoyed

Residence: She lives in Tommy’s mansion. She shares a bed with him (on the nights he actually sleeps) She’s the Wifey™

Political Affiliation: She grew up dirt poor so she probably secretly admires commies but she would never join herself. She tends to take Tommy’s side on politics whatever it may be at the moment

Friends: She is close with Arthur, Ada and Finn, but tends to butt heads with John. She’s friends with mostly everyone as she is known as Mrs. Shelby and likes to keep her acquaintances in good standing. Childhood friend of Alfie Solomons. He was her older neighbor growing up in Camden Town and she spent hours playing with him to get away from her dad. She is very good friends with Ekaterina, she took her in because she saw a tiny part of her younger, wilder self in her. And also probably Nikki and Denise’s characters- if that’s okay?

Enemies: She’s a Shelby now so anyone who crosses them is dead to her. She doesn’t like Kimber, Sabini, or anyone else that takes a stab at her husband/baby daddy.

Boss: Tommy is her boss, she is an integral part of the business because she handles ALL of Tommy’s paperwork

Pets: James has a small white dog that follows him everywhere and protects him at all times (You can name him)

Finances: She works for and with the Shelby family so she’s a Rich Bitch™

Marital Status: married Tommy in France by the river after she told him she was preggy

Sex Life: HELL YEAH smut this bitch up!

Lovers: she’s only ever fucked Tommy and isn’t tryna get with anyone else YET

Turn-ons: omg all the dommy!tommy stuff pretty much: choking, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, nipple tugging; when Tommy comes home covered in blood

Turn-offs: Creepy old men, she is very wary of men who remind her of her dad

Dom or Sub: sub but can definitely be dom and take control of the situation when asked (or hinted at)

Fantasies: I’m gonna aim high and say a threesome with Tommy and Michael…

Occupation: she manages all the clerical work for Shelby Company Ltd. so she’s at the office most days, but she’s with her little boy every minute she’s not working

Income: Shelby money

Work Experience: she took care of the wounded men at the Somme

Religion: I’m with tommy on this one: ALL RELIGION IS A FOOLISH ANSWER TO A FOOLISH QUESTION

Criminal Record: A baddie at heart and when no one’s looking but never on paper

Morals: morals because she has to teach her son to be a proper gentleman but also no morals because she deals with the Shelby’s and their enemies

Main Goal: Main goal is just to support Tommy and his terrible decisions, and raise their son and try to steer him away from the family business and send him to school to become a scientist or something

Ambitions: really just wants to be a good wife and mommy, set a good example for her son

Regrets: never going to school for a proper career

Secrets: Her dad was a real piece of shit and molested her throughout her infancy and childhood hence her severe daddy issues- Tommy is the only person alive who knows about it and can soothe her

Best memories: when she told Tommy she was pregnant and Tommy looked at her wide-eyed as a single tear started to fall down his cheek and the biggest smile come over him, he took her face in his hands and put their foreheads together “so you’re havin’ my baby eh?”

Worst memories: the last few months in France were akin to torture because everyday as she sat rubbing her growing belly, she hoped Tommy would come back at the end of the day. She was so afraid of seeing him go into the tunnels and never come back out.

Hobbies: She loves to knit little hats and gloves for Jamesy, she also knits Tommy some hats and he’s been seen wearing them only to be made fun of my his brothers. She also loves to have a few whiskeys with Tommy at the end of a long day ;)

Skills: she was an army nurse so she is a first aid expert and is the one everyone runs to when they’ve gotten hurt in a fight or an accident

Likes: rainy days by the fire, dark colors, flowers, laughing, being a mommy

Dislikes: blatantly rude people, people who overstep their boundaries, know-it-alls

Superstitions: the only thing she believes in is science

Quirks: she’s weird and clumsy but also very knowledgeable about certain things

Guilty Pleasures: talking back, getting people to admit they’re wrong

Strengths: charming, good with money, loyal to a fault, organized, she just loves to make sure her people feel supported  

Weaknesses: JEALOUS, a little vain, argumentative, doesn’t like to give in, can be childish

Languages: Greek, English, and French (learned it to talk with the soldiers)

Accent: from Camden Town so ?? Londony i guess

Speech Impediments: none

Voice: kinda on the low side but gets increasingly higher when she’s excited about something

Reputation: she doesnt really have one she’s just known for being Tommy’s wife/secretary and baby momma

Backstory: She comes from immigrant parents with 4 siblings so she was always kinda scraping what she could for herself and always very independent. She had a tumultuous relationship with both her parents and at the age of 18 she left to join the army as a nurse. She didn’t care what she had to so as long as she got to get away from her awful father. She ended up breaking off all contact with her family. During her time as a nurse she saw it all: broken bones, missing limbs, and strained spirits. That is where she met Thomas Shelby. He had been shot when he was brought in. She had never seen a soldier look so handsome and perfect while lying there bleeding. That was the first of many times she bandaged Tommy up and sent him back out to the battlefield. They became very close and eventually she became pregnant. It was shock all around at first and then instant excitement and love and hope for the future. They were married by the river in front of all their friends and Tommy’s brothers. Their baby boy was born in France but soon after they were able to come home and Tommy brought his new family back to Small Heath.

Basics:

Character’s Name → Sirius Orion Black

Character’s Nickname(s) → Siri, Padfoot, Pads, Black

Age → 18 years old

Birthdate  → 3rd November 1959

Zodiac Sign → Scorpio

Ethnicity  → British

Gender  → Male

Sexual Orientation → Bisexual

Blood Type → AB +

Species  → Pureblood

Appearance:

Hair color  → Black

Eye color → Bright grey

Height → 5′10′’

Weight →  Around 12 stone

Scars → He has a good few scars, from many different things. Most noticeably a long one across his shoulder blades from a particularly nasty argument with his parents.

Tattoos → None yet but he tends to get loads once he graduates.

Birthmarks → One above his right knee.

Piercings → He has one of his ears pierced.

Dress/clothing preferences  → In Hogwarts, usually his uniform without the tie. When he’s not in his uniform he usually opt for muggle band t-shirt and jeans, sometimes with a leather or dragon skin jacket.

Right/left handed/ambidextrous  → Left handed.

Glasses/contacts → Neither

Wizarding World:

Blood Status → Pureblood

School Attended → Hogwarts

School House → Gryffindor

War Alliance → Order of The Phoenix

Wand →  9’’, Unyielding, Unicorn tail hair core, Aspen wood

Patronus → Black dog (Those with the dog patronus are very loyal to those they care about, but can vary widely in personality, in extreme ways. Some are the silent type, speaking only to specific individuals and keeping within their comfort zone. They are hesitant in their situations and can seem to be stand-offish or intimidating to some. Others are quite bubbly, speaking to everyone and trying to be friendly and cordial. However when this demeanor is threatened they can become very blunt and harsh, showing aspects of the quieter dogs)

Boggart → Losing everyone he loves in one way or another.

Amortentia → The smell of fire burning (Particularly the one in the gryffindor common room), chocolate cake in the oven, the smell when it’s lashing rain and leather.

Mirror Of Erised → Himself after the war with his friends and Regulus by his side, all happy and safe.

Family and Relationships:

Parents → Orion and Walburga Black

Siblings → Regulus Black.

Grandparents → Arcturus Black III, Melania Black, Pollux Black and Irma Black

Marital Status → Single.

Significant Other → None technically but he’d say James.

Children → None.

Pets → An owl.

Other family members → Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Black Alphard Black, Cygnus Black and Druella Black to name just a few. James, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter

Friends → James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Petiigrew. Sirius is friendly with almost everyone, excluding most Slytherins.

Enemies → Most of his family, any blood purists and Severus Snape.

Religion:

The religion they follow (if any) → None.

Superstitions → He doesn’t have any.

Location:

Country of Birth → England.

Place of Birth (Town, city, etc) → Borough of Islington, London,

First Language → English.

Accents → Sirius still has quite a posh accent from growing up in Pureblood society but he does a good job at covering it up. It does become quite obvious though when he gets mad.

Schooling:

House → Gryffindor

Best Subject in School → Defense Against the Dark Arts

Worst Subject in School → Herbology

Additional Classes Taken → Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Care of Magical creatures. He signed up for Astronomy but never actually goes to the class.

Quidditch  → Doesn’t play on the team but enjoys playing for fun.

Are they a Prefect?  → No.

Extra curricular activities  → The Slug Club.

Home:

Live with parents/grandparents/alone/other → Spent the Summer with James, currently loves in Hogwarts and is planning on getting his own place once he graduates.

House, apartment, etc → He would love a loft style apartment.

How Many Bedrooms? → He would like two.

Mode of transportation → Muggle motorcycle.

Picture of bedroom at home → In Grimmauld Place, this was his bedroom.

Address → N/A

Inner Workings Of Your Character:

Secrets → He’s an unregistered animagus.

Fears → Regulus picking the wrong side in the war, losing his friends to the war. Also wasps.

Worries → He’s afraid that he’ll do something to mess up again and that his friends will leave him.

Eating Habits → Sirius eats far more than he should.

Food preferences → He’ll eat almost anything but he particularly loves anything sweet.

Sleep preferences → Sirius likes to go to bed late and wake up late.

Book preferences → The closest Sirius ever gets to books is motorcycle magazines.

Music preferences → Muggle rock.

Introverted/extroverted → Extroverted.

Optimist/pessimist → Pessimist.

Hobbies → Listening to music, pranking, flirting, generally annoying people, flying, sex, drinking.

Pet peeves → People who chew with their mouth open, anyone who doesn’t fancy him, clocks that tick really loudly.

Prejudices → He instantly dislikes all Slytherins.

Proud of → Whoever invented sugar quills.

Biggest vulnerability  → The fact that he sometimes feels very very alone and reliant on his friends.

Embarrassed by → Sometimes he gets really bad nightmares which really embarrasses him in front of his friends.

Worst memory → When he told Snape to go the Shrieking Shack on a full moon.

Best memory → Being the first Black to be sorted into Gryffindor.

Skilled at → Non-verbal magic, flying, dueling, talking his way out of trouble, showing off.

Unskilled at → Dealing with upset people, staying calm when he’s angry, talking about how he feels, apologising seriously.

Attitude → Arrogant and conceited, but caring underneath it all.

Obsessions → Muggle music and bikes.

Stresses → His family.

Addictions → Cigarettes.

Allergies → He likes to claim that he’s allergic to cats but really he has no allergies.

Medical history → Has broken plenty of bones from general rough + tumble and recklessness growing up.

Favourite Object Kept In - And Why:

Their closet → His muggle leather jacket that he bought instead of the dress robes his Mother actually gave him the money for.

Their bedroom → His bed. He loves sleeping.

Their purse/bag → The mirror that James has a matching one to.

Their fridge → Chocolate milk.

Their desk → The Marauders Map. (On the rare occasion they remember to put it away)

Their pockets → An old Black family ring that his uncle Alphard gave to him.

Favourites:

Favorite Animal:  → Dogs.

Favorite Band:  → He couldn’t pick a favourite, he has too many that he loves.

Favorite Book:  → None.

Favorite Color:  → Red.

Favorite Country:  → Spain.

Favorite Drink: → He would never admit it but hot chocolate. Especially with a hint of rum.

Favorite Food: → Cheeseburger.

Favorite Flavor:  → Chocolate.

Favorite Movie: → Rocky Horror Picture Show

Favorite Musical Genre: → Rock.

Favorite Mythical Creature: →  Phoenix.

Favorite Number:  → 13.

Favorite Pastime:  → Hanging out with his mates.

Favorite Person:  → James Potter.

Favorite Place:  → Hogwarts.

Favorite Season:  → Autumn.

Favorite Song: → Black Dog - Led Zeppelin, mainly just for the name.

Favorite Spell: → Accio.

Least Favorite Animal:  → Thestrals

Least Favorite Band:  → The Hobgoblins

Least Favorite Book: → Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don’t Deserve to Live by Professor Emerett Picardy

Least Favorite Color:  → Green.

Least Favorite Country:  →

Least Favorite Drink: → Pumpkin juice

Least Favorite Food:  → Stew.

Least Favorite Flavor:  → Banana.

Least Favorite Movie: → He hasn’t really seen enough movies to have a least favourite.

Least Favorite Musical Genre:  → Classical.

Least Favorite Mythical Creature: →  Cornish pixies.

Least Favorite Number:  → 12

Least Favorite Pastime: → Homework/study.

Least Favorite Person:  → It’s a close tie between Voldemort and his Mother.

Least Favorite Place:  → His old house.

Least Favorite Season: → Summer because he has to leave Hogwarts and his friends

Least Favorite Song:  → You’re so vain - Carly Simon

Least Favorite Spell: → Crucio.

Sexual Life:

Gender You Last Had Sex With: →  Female

Dominant or Submissive: →  Dom 90% of the time

Fetishes:  → Bondage, public places.

Turnons:  → Battling for control, teasing others, high heels.

Turn-offs:  → Being teased.

Favourite Position: → Doggy style. “Table for two” - Girl lying back on a table with him between her legs, holding onto her hips and her feet on his shoulders.

How Active is Your Sex Life: → Very.

How Did You Loose Your Virginity: → To an older Gryffindor girl a few years ago.

Ever Impregnated Someone or Been Pregnant → No.

First Love: → He hasn’t been in love yet.

Who Do You Find Attractive → Almost everyone.

Marital Status:  → Single.

Do You Have A Significant Other (if yes, how do you feel about them): → Not really but once again, he would say James.

Personality Classification:

Jung → ENFP - The ENFP personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.

Enneagram → Type 8 - Eights are self-confident, strong, and assertive. Protective, resourceful, straight-talking, and decisive, but can also be ego-centric and domineering. Eights feel they must control their environment, especially people, sometimes becoming confrontational and intimidating. Eights typically have problems with their tempers and with allowing themselves to be vulnerable. At their Best: self- mastering, they use their strength to improve others’ lives, becoming heroic, magnanimous, and inspiring.

Moral Alignment → True Neutral- A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he’s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run.

Four Temperaments → Sanguine - People with sanguine personality type tend to be lively, optimistic, buoyant, and carefree. They love adventure and have a high risk tolerance. Typically, Sanguine people are very poor at tolerating boredom and will seek variety and entertainment. Needless to say, this trait may sometimes negatively affect their romantic relationships. Because this temperament is prone to pleasure-seeking behaviors, many people with sanguine personality are likely to struggle with addictions. Their constant cravings may lead to overeating and weight problems.

Vices → Alcohol, cigarettes, recklessness, self doubt

Virtues → Loyalty, integrity, passion.

Tropes → The Charmer, The Black Sheep, Misery Builds Character, The Casanova, Everybody Smokes, Abusive Parents

Statistics:

Compassion → 6/10

Empathy → 6/10

Creativity → 10/10

Mental Flexibility → 5/10

Passion/Motivation → 9/10 (If it’s something he genuinely cares about)

Intelligence → 10/10

Stamina → 9/10

Physical Strength → 10/10

Battle Skill → 10/10

Initiative → 8/10

Restraint → 4/10

Agility → 8/10

Strategy → 7/10

Teamwork → 9/10  

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Character Development                                                        

BASICS

Full Name: Ekor Laset Nicknames: none Sex/Gender: Male/male

Sexuality: Ekor is bisexual, although he leans towards men a little more than towards women. He has had relationships with people of either sex, both purely physical and emotional.

Right or Left: He’s ambidextrous, though not by birth but rather through training.

Age: tending towards middle age (in his main timeframe, which takes part during the culmination of the Dominion War)

Height: tall-ish.

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Distinguishing Marks: There are multiple small marks visible on his hands from using them to play instruments: calluses that would not occur from normal, everyday use, the odd scar from a cut handling repair tools, etc.

Paragraph Of Physical Traits: Perhaps his most distinguishing physical trait is Ekor’s hearing: it’s very astute for Cardassians, although it doesn’t rival Vulcan, and much less Ferengi hearing. Other than that: Ekor is on the lean side of Cardassian male beauty, owing perhaps to the fact that when his workload is high, he tends to forget to eat or sleep. He keeps fit, although not excessively so. When he wants to challenge himself, he likes to run barefoot in the desert. His build is lithe and wiry rather than heavily muscled.

FAMILY/RELIGION

Parents: Ekor was his parents’ only child. Ekor’s parents were unable to conceive more children after his birth due to complications. It’s perhaps for this reason that his parents are especially dedicated to his welfare, if strict. (I don’t know what their names are yet)

Siblings: None.

Marital Status: Ekor is bonded, though not in the exact modern sense, to Elim Garak. They share a somewhat obscure traditional bond that isn’t widely in practice throughout the Union anymore, but that uniquely suits their needs.

Significant Other/s: Current: Elim Garak. Past: several, including a Vulcan woman he was apprenticed to after finishing his studies at the Cardassian State Conservatoire for Music.

Children: None.

Other Relatives: Ekor has cousins on both his mother’s and his father’s side. Due to the fact that his musical hearing was discovered when he was very young, Ekor started his education at an exceptionally young age and barely remembers some of his cousins -- a state of affairs that he is ashamed of and hopes to remedy some day, once the War is over.

Pets: He was too young when he started school, and the Conservatoire doesn’t allow pets. There’s one other, but mentioning that here would be playing rather fast and loose with the definition of pet.

Friends: Ekor is friends with (and deeply indebted to) a Cardassian woman named Orma Kovok; she became his sponsor for the Conservatoire, and during his time there, remained one of his few allies. During Ekor’s stay, she became instrumental in him finding his true purpose, although at the time, he was very hurt by her action. Later, hindsight being what it is, Ekor asked her forgiveness for shunning her in the wake of her wake-up call. She is now an old woman and long since retired from her duties as an Instructor of Hebitian counterpoint at the Conservatoire.

Ekor often meets new people due to his professional duties as conductor of the Cardassian State Orchestra; sometimes, friendships evolve from such opportunities, but he mostly keeps a tight circle of friends, a somewhat wider circle of appreciated acquaintances, and a great many political alliances.

Enemies: He certainly has competitors, but actual enemies are rather rare. At one point during his years at the Conservatoire, an instructor almost got him expelled from the school for reasons he still does not fully comprehend. Ekor was allowed to finish his studies, but has been wary of that man ever since.

Ethnicity: Cardassian.

Religion: None, although he is educated about the Hebitian religions, since most ancient music used to be religiously informed.

Beliefs: Ekor believes that loyalty to the homeworld is one of the most important services a person can render. He does not necessarily agree with all the State decisions, but he isn’t radical enough to become subversive. Not until Cardassian policies become such that he cannot in good conscience serve the State while still serving Cardassia. The discovery of the fact that he does not equate the two, and that there is a part of him that overrules State sanction in favour of a more idealistic view of Cardassia came at a time of great turmoil and forced Ekor to reexamine a lot of the tenets he has held.

Superstitions: None.

Diction/Accent: None. In fact due to his musical hearing, learning the melody and diction of languages in general is easy for Ekor to achieve. Grammar is a different matter altogether.

SCHOOL/WORK/HOME

Education: Cardassian State Conservatoire for Music

Degree(s): Conducting, Vulcan Ka’athyra, History of music

Occupation: Conductor of the Cardassian State Orchestra; when the Union formed the alliance with the Dominion under Dukat, the Orchestra was disbanded and its people reallocated to more essential duties. When that happened, Ekor was outside of Cardassian space, giving a series of solo concerts on the Ka’athyra. He did not return to Cardassia upon hearing the news, but rather looked to find ways of serving her from outside her bounds.

Own or Rent: Ekor owns a small house with a garden in Lakarian’or. Due to his often being absent, the garden tends to become overgrown, which gives Ekor a guilty conscience, but there’s nothing he can do about it, living alone.

Living Space: Varying: while on tour, Ekor stays in State guest housing facilities, spare rooms available from musical institutions, or even mobile homes. His house in Lakarian is modest but tasteful, not excessive and ultimately very practical

Work Space: Varying. Concerts usually take place in concert halls or Council facilities, although they do take Ekor off-world and often even out of Cardassian space. Other than that, Ekor often works in musical archives to revive ancient musical practices, travels a lot to review instrument makers’ progress on recreating forgotten sounds, and of course there is a lot of political work that must also be done.

Main Mode of Transport: whatever gets him where he needs to be. Cardassians are an eminently practically oriented people, and Ekor is no exception to that rule.

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears: To have to choose between Cardassia and another love. To harm Cardassia under the best intentions.

Secrets: He has them. Every Cardassian has them.

IQ: Ekor’s is an analytic mind with a love for music underlaying it all. He’s intelligent and it usually shows, for instance by the way he speaks.

Eating Habits: Ekor comes from poverty, and sometimes this shows in his eating habits. He never wastes food, even sometimes consuming it when it has already gone off. Replicators of course take care of that, but it’s a habit one doesn’t easily leave behind. Other than that, Ekor often tends to forget to eat, especially when he’s engrossed in something work related. That’s why he loses weight when there’s much work on his plate.

Food Preferences: He likes typical Cardassian foods, although he did once overeat on yamok sauce as a kid, when he came to the Conservatoire. That experience made him lose his taste for that somewhat. Ekor does have a bit of a sweet tooth though, something his classmates used to tease him mercilessly about.

Sleeping Habits: Nothing particularly peculiar, except that he tends to forget to sleep when there’s much work to do. It’s only lately that he has occasionally had trouble sleeping at all, with some nightmares disturbing his sleep. He never quite remembers them the next day, but he always wakes up feeling guilty.

Book Preferences: I don’t actually know. He’s well-read in the classics, though; the Cardassian school system is very thorough.

Music Preferences: ... where do I even begin. Since Ekor is a musician by profession, his tastes are, in a word, refined. He does not simply prefer some music over other kinds, but actually understands what makes music good. Of course that is in part a matter of personal taste, but there are objective measures that distinguish interesting music from the mundane, the ever-same and the trivial. He tends to come across as a bit of a snob about it sometimes, at least where his own musical taste is concerned -- but he honestly loves seeing people enjoy music; even music he doesn’t like himself. In that, he’s very indiscriminate. If pressed, Ekor would state that he is particularly fond of Hebitian music; this preference was formed early in his years at the Conservatoire, as his sponsor and instructor of Hebitian counterpoint, Orma Kovok encouraged him to study it.

Groups or Alone: Alone.

Leader or Follower: Due to his profession, Ekor has very rarely been a follower -- the closest he came to that was his apprenticeship, but even then, he was learning from a better, more experienced leader. One of the most formative experiences for Ekor was when he first instructed a fellow student on how to play a the piece he was practicing at the time. Ekor’s style developed from there, became more exact and distinctly his; and it informs his leadership as well. Being a conductor -- that is, essentially, leading a bunch of often complicated, head-strong musicians to become a whole, Ekor is used to mastering challenging situations as a leader.

Planner or Spontaneous: He tends to be a planner, but sometimes can be ridiculously impulsive; this has recently led to getting to know Elim Garak, which Ekor considers one of the very best things to have happened to him.

Journal: None, but he writes letters.

Hobbies: Sauna, and running in order to keep fit.

How Do They Relax: A good hot stone and or hot bath, massages, being served a nice meal, being sexually pleasured.

What Excites Them: Creating an engaging musical interpretation, studying musical scores, a submissive partner.

What Stresses Them: Being unable to return home for prolonged periods of time, the process of applying for licence to perform, being uncertain how to be of use to Cardassia.

Pet Peeves: Indecisiveness, unreliableness.

Prejudices: Ekor subconsciously shares the belief that Cardassians are superior to most other species, although he wouldn’t claim that as a rule; it’s just something of a doctrine, and while Ekor appreciates foreign musics a lot -- one of his degrees is in Vulcan music -- and has learned that other species are just as able to contribute to the universe, it is still something that he wasn’t able to rid himself of entirely.

Attitudes: dominant, sometimes domineering, ambitious, hard-working, kind, flirtatious, sensitive, irritable, analytic, understanding, unforgiving (this rarely happens, but when it does it’s final), exacting, caring, protective, assertive, meticulous, committed, domestic.

Obsessions: None that I’m aware of

Addictions: None.

Ambitions: Have Cardassia’s music recognised more widely throughout the alpha quadrant, reviving as much of her forgotten musical history as possible, constantly improving his own skill, taking care of those he holds dear; also has a deep seated wish to have a good home.

ASTROLOGY/PHISIOLOGY

Birth Date: I don’t know... the vri’keth of mapoc, Stardate... no, honestly, I really don’t know. I’m skipping most of this whole section. Western Astrological Sign: n/a. Traits Associated with Western Sign: n/a Chinese Zodiac Sign: n/a Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: n/a. Handwriting: n/a

Sexual History: Ekor has had several partners of either sex, althoug there are a couple more men than women among them. He prefers to be dominant in his sexual encounters, but occasionally he likes to switch. When he was younger and still learning the ropes (so to speak), especially during his apprenticeship on Vulcan, he used to be submissive to his partner, a middle aged Vulcan woman named T’Paran (she was nearing 90 years at the time, which counts as middle aged, as Vulcans get much older than Cardassians). He doesn’t see dominance and submission as strictly confined to sex and/or play, however, but rather as a general mindset to adhere to. This has caused conflict with some partners in the past. Ekor has a lot of sexual appetite, in general. He’s adventurous, likes to try out things and push limits, including his own.

General Health: I think it’s unremarkable, I guess? Healthy, Cardassian male.

Allergies: scattle fish.

OTHER

Halloween Costumes: wouldn’t be caught dead in one. Especially not one of the “sexy something specific to Terra” ones. He’d have to lose more than a bet to be put into one of those. Such as, his mind.

Talents: Listening. No seriously, I mean it. Ekor has very fine hearing that enables him to discern nuances that others simply miss. Through that, he often knows a lot more about people than they want to let on. That fact has not gone unnoticed lately, either.

Politics: Ekor has some sympathy for the neo Hebitian movement -- although he isn’t part of it, having been under public scrutiny for most of his life. Generally speaking, Ekor is rather on the progressive side, but not extremely so. As an artist, he is generally allowed a little more political leeway than most Cardassian citizens, as the government has acknowledged that some limited form of freedom can be good for creativity. Ekor walks that line very closely. Furthermore, during the Dominion War, he is very critical, though not openly so, of Dukat’s decision. Ekor believes that it was perhaps the greatest mistake in recent Cardassian history.

Flaws: Keeps a lot to himself, to the point of being closed off, extreme competitiveness and ambition, territoriality, jealousy, tends to streamline his more daring thoughts, sentiment, underlying Cardassian supremacist mindset.

Strengths: Extremely loyal to those dear to him, dependability, protectiveness (will make sacrifices to protect others), emotional stability, self knowledge, owns up to mistakes, hard-working, openness to other perspectives.

Drugs/Alcohol: not important enough to him to write about. He does have a fondness for liveta oil, which is a regulated substance on Cardassia, but non-addictive.

Passwords: he uses them, but I won’t tell where he keeps them.

Prized Possessions: As his parents were quite poor, Ekor prizes all his possessions, to the point of appearing obsessive. There is one in particular that he holds dearer than anything else he owns, but this is not the place to name that special one.

Time and Place:

Time: Mostly during the end/culmination of the Dominion War so far, although some stuff takes place in the past (e.g., meeting Corat Damar after a concert at the Akleen Concert Hall in the Tarlak sector of Cardassia City).

Places:

Deep Space 9 (although he sometimes thinks of it as Terok Nor still) for periods of a couple of hours up to several days

Lakarian -- Ekor’s home is there (and I know what happens to Lakarian, and I’m truly sorry because that’s going to be a very hard blow)

Undisclosed location in the alpha quadrant -- that’s where he is working during the Cardassian/Dominion alliance

East Torr -- He was born there, and his parents still live there.

Special Places: Cardassia. Simple as that.

Special Memories: Being discovered as a talent, learning the Ka’athyra, the first time he has conducted a musician through a piece, the first time he fell in love, Vulcan, creating his bond with Elim Garak. (nicked from @guldamargotdabooty without permission)

MINOR CHARACTERS

• Jon Jane

- Lydia's father

- Full Name: Jonathan "Jon" Jane

- Age: 45

- Marital Status: Married to Lily Jane

- Death: Killed by Ethan Hawthorne on September 22, 2015 (burned alive)

- Physical Appearance: gray hair and blue eyes; stood at 6'0" with an athletic build. Jon was professional, and mostly wore a suit and tie to work.

- Personality: Very protective over his daughrer and only wanted the best for his family moving forward; he firmly believed that Jack was not good enough for Lydia.

- Education: Honors diploma from Cleveland High School (1988); Realtors' license from Realtor School of Oregon (1993)

- Occupation: Realtor for Hasson Company Realtors' (1993-2015)

- Biography: Jon spent his entire childhood in an orphanage; when he was 15, after months upon months of begging, they allowed him to go to school with kids his own age. There, at Cleveland High, he met Lily Smith and thought she was pretty. He fell in love with her over the next four years and they married on August 18th 1990. All Jon ever wanted was a family, and a good job; he got both. In the summer of 1993, Jon got a good job at a realtor company; in October of 1996, Lily conceived a child. A daughter, whom they would name Lydia Nicole. It was the perfect age, the perfect time, and they lived little Lydia more than life itself. Leading into Through The Flames, Jon had just celebrated his 25th wedding anniversary with Lily, and he makes it clear that he does not like how close Jack and Lydia have grown to be.

• Janet Daniels

- Jack's mother

- Age: 35

- Marital Status: Single

- Physical Appearance: Brunette; light brown eyes and stands at 5'5" with ivory skin; has an athletic build. Janet's hair is always curled, and she wears black most of the time.

- Personality: A tough cookie to crack; very protective over her son, and blamed Lydia for Jack's near-death experience.

- Education: Mead High School (1998)

- Occupation: Restaurant owner/chef at Janet's.

- Biography: Janet Daniels had a rough start in life, being born to a sixteen year old prostitute and her pimp in the backseat of a 1977 Chevrolet Camaro; Janet’s childhood was something no child should ever have to go through. Living in filthy conditions, with her mother having a different man in her bed every night, Janet was taught that sex was just something fun to do; meaningless. At eleven years old, Janet was placed in foster care after her parents were arrested; six counts of illegal prostitution and eight counts of illegal drug dealing. Tyson, her father, was sent to prison for twenty years; Gina, her mother, was given five years at a woman’s correctional facility in Seattle, Washington. Janet’s foster family typically left her to her own devices, and like her mother, Janet became sexually active at the young age of thirteen, losing her virginity to her sixteen year old boyfriend; he broke up with her when he graduated. Janet, sixteen, then had rebound sex with his 24-year-old brother, resulting in her pregnancy with her son. Embarrassed, Janet never told him of her pregnancy, believing he’d want nothing to do with his unborn child. When Janet was eight months pregnant, Gina got out and requested to have her daughter back; Janet was happy to go home with her mother, hoping it could be a fresh start without her toxic father around. They both got waitressing jobs at a diner in town. In January of 1997, Janet gave birth to Jack; Gina helped her daughter out a lot, allowing her to finish school. Six years passed before Gina went back to her old ways;  Janet came home from work one day to find her six year old son crying over his grandmother’s dead body. With a mixture of fury and sadness in her heart, she fled with her son, only stopping once she was six hours away, in Oregon, to call the paramedics. In Through The Flames, Janet owns a restaurant named Janet’s; she bought it on lease after a few months on living in a motel in Portland, using the money she took from Gina’s apartment.

• Julie Ryan

- Choir teacher; Lydia’s close confidant

- Age: 28

- Physical Appearance: Golden blonde curls and brown eyes; stands at 5′7″ with an athletic build

- Personality: Southern charm; kind and extroverted; a great teacher and a true friend to Lydia

• Laura Bailey

- Anna’s sister

- Full Name: Laura Marie Bailey

- Born on March 1, 2001 to Adam and Anne Bailey in Portland, Oregon

- Physical Appearance: Dark brown hair and eyes to match, with ivory skin; stands at 5′5″ with a petite build. Like Anna, Laura enjoys wearing makeup and expensive, brand-name clothing.

- Personality: A lot like her sister; bubbly and energetic.

- Education: Da Vinci Middle School (8th Grade)

• Dylan Harris

- Cleveland High Student

- Age: 15

- Physical Appearance: Sandy blond hair and brown eyes stands at 5′4″ with a fair complexion.

- Education: Cleveland High School (9th grade)

• Torrance Johnson

- Holly’s father

- Age: 43

- Marital Status: Single

- Physical Appearance: Blond hair and brown eyes, standing at 6′0″

- Occupation: Author

• Melissa Jaton

- Victim of Ethan

- Age: 34

- Marital Status: Widow

- Death: Killed by Ethan Hawthorne on September 27, 2015 (slit throat)

- Physical Appearance: Sandy blonde hair and blue eyes; stood at 5′5″

• Tylee Jaton

- Victim of Ethan

- Age:13

- Death: Killed by Ethan Hawthorne on September 27, 2015 (stabbed)

- Physical Appearance: Blonde hair and blue eyes; wore her hair in a braid and stood at 5′4″

• Sandra Clover

- Eric’s mother

- Age: 32

- Marital Status: Married to Andrew Clover

- Physical Appearance: Raven hair, brown eyes, and stands at 5′6″

• Andrew Clover

- Eric’s step-father

- Age: 39

- Marital Status: Married to Sandra Long-Thomas

- Physical Appearance: Raven hair and blue eyes, standing at 6′0″

• Sherrie Blanchard

- Julliard Musical Associate

- Physical Appearance: Blonde hair and blue eyes; tall, at 5′8″ with soft beige skin

• Dr. Jones

- Holly’s attending doctor

- Physical Appearance: Bald with silver/grey eyes; stands at 5′6″

• Nurse Irina

- Holly’s nurse

- Physical Appearance: Light blonde hair and grey eyes

• James Hawthorne

- Ethan’s father

- Full Name: James Jedidiah Hawthorne

- Born on March 23, 1963 in Milwaukie, Oregon

- Age: 35

- Marital Status: Separated from Delilah Hawthorne; in a relationship with Billie Larson

- Death: Killed by Ethan Hawthorne on September 22, 1998 (strangled)

- Physical Appearance: Light brown hair and brown eyes; fair-skinned and stood at 6′1″

- Education: Diploma from Putnam High School

- Occupation: Auto-shop owner/mechanic; Hawthorne Auto Repair

- Biography: James was born to a mechanic named Jed, and his wife Cecilia. Unfortunately, Cecilia died giving birth to James, so he never got a chance to know his mother. He grew up in a nice house, in a good neighborhood, and never wanted for anything. Growing up, his dad was like his best friend, teaching him all about hunting, and sports, and cars. When James was sixteen, while visiting his grandparents in Salem, he met Delilah Farris; she was thirteen. James’ flirting game was strong that night, and Delilah developed a strong crush on the older boy. All three days that James was in Salem, he spent with Delilah. He nicknamed her Della, and the two shared their first kiss the night before he left. Once arriving home, James tried calling her everyday but there was never an answer; James was obsessed with Delilah Farris. After two weeks of nothing, James became fed up; he bought a bus ticket and rode over two hours to Salem, and to Delilah. James walked in the night, finding Delilah’s home with the lights on. Delilah answered the door, a purpling bruise just under her left eye. Furious, James demanded to know who had harmed her; Delilah tried to brush it off, claiming she ran into a door at school. Her father came to the door, then, and a fight ensued. Gangly 16-year-old James against a 45-year-old ex-convict was not a fair fight, but James won, punching and kicking; he took a few jabs himself, and fell down a few times, but he got back up. After falling through the glass table, Delilah’s father was knocked unconscious, and the two teenagers fled. Over the next three months, James and Delilah grew extremely close; Jed offered Delilah a home, no questions asked. James learned that Delilah got daily beatings from her father ever since her mother passed when she was eleven; he secretly wished he had killed him. On Christmas night, after knowing each other for a little over six months, James made love to Delilah for the first time; that night resulted in a pregnancy. Although they were both terrified, James only sixteen and Delilah just now fourteen, they kept their unborn child. Jed, being the man the man of God that he was, made the two get married; On January 26, 1980, they married when Delilah was a month pregnant. On September 11, 1981, Delilah gave birth to a baby girl; they named her Samantha June, named after Delilah’s mother. The three were happy together for a time; however, in 1985, Jed was diagnosed with lung cancer, which was already well progressed. With nothing for the doctors to do, James was by his father’s side every waking moment, until he eventually died in his sleep. James was devastated, feeling like he lost his best friend; the night of the funeral, however, James just needed to feel close to someone and he and Delilah made love, resulting in her pregnancy with their second child. It was a rocky one for Delilah; James began to drink heavily, no doubt stressed from having to take over the auto shop his father had left to him. On top of that, she had to take care of Samantha, who was only three years old at the time, all the while only being eighteen years old herself. James was falling into a depression and didn’t want to be around anyone or anything. On March 22, 1986, the day before James’ 22nd birthday, Delilah gave birth to a baby boy. Ethan James, after his father; but, James wasn’t there. He was too busy having sex with Billie, the mechanic he had hired to help out at the auto shop. James didn’t admit this to his wife until she was 7 months pregnant with their third child in 1997. Delilah didn’t have any choice but to forgive him; they two children and another on the way, and they lived off of James’ paycheck. On July 22, 1997, Delilah gave birth to their third child; Vivid Nicole. Only a month later, after finding James and Billie together in his office, Delilah called it quits; James let Delilah and the kids keep the house, and he moved in with Billie. Through The Flames begins with the Hawthorne family still reeling from the impending divorce between James and Delilah after 18 years of marriage, all the while trying not to break their children’s spirits.

• Delilah Hawthorne

- Ethan’s mother

- Full Name: Delilah Kaye Hawthorne (nee Farris)

- Born on October 11, 1966 in Salem, Oregon

- Age: 31

- Marital Status: Separated from James Hawthorne

- Death: Killed by Ethan Hawthorne on September 22, 1998 (burned alive)

- Physical Appearance: Raven hair and caramel brown eyes; stood at 5′4″

- Education: Stephens Middle School (8th grade)

- Occupation: Waitress at Red Lobster (8 months)

- Biography: Delilah was born to Johnny and Samantha Farris in 1966; she spent most of her childhood with her mother, as her father went to prison for vehicular manslaughter when she was only four years old. In November of 1977, Johnny got out on good behavior, and returned home to his wife and eleven year old daughter. Not long after, Samantha died of head trauma; Delilah never knew for sure, but she suspected Johnny killed her mother. That’s when the beatings began; at breakfast, after school, before she went to bed at night. Her life was hell, and Delilah saw no end in sight. When she was thirteen, Delilah found a savior in sixteen year old James Hawthorne. He was sweet and flirtatious, and Delilah was instantly smitten with him. Johnny, was however, less than ecstatic that Delilah had gotten a real boyfriend. Her beatings got worse, managing to sprain one of her ankles when she pushed her down the stairs. Delilah refused James’ phone calls, terrified of her father; when James showed up on her doorstep two weeks later, a mixture of fear and hope passed through her. Fear of what her father would do to both of them; hope because she finally saw a way out. Delilah fell in love with James when he fought for her, and won. When she saw her father’s body, passed out on the broken glass table, she prayed that he was dead. They left together, and Delilah knew she’d never love another man the way she loved James Hawthorne. Returning to Milwaukie with James, she found a home. On Christmas night that same year, after only knowing each other a little over three months, Delilah and James made love for the first time, resulting in the pregnancy of their first child; James’ father, being the man of God that he was, insisted that the two get married. On January 16, 1980, they got married at a lovely ceremony in a snowy landscape. Then, eight months later, Samantha June was born, completing their little family. The three of them were happy for a while; James finished high school and worked at his father’s auto shop, and Delilah was a fourteen year old stay-at-home mom. Then, in 1985, James’ father died from lung cancer, and their marriage started to deteriorate. Out of grief and loneliness, the night of Jed Hawthorne’s funeral, Delilah conceived her second child from James; Delilah thought this child would somehow bring James out of his depression, and drunken stupor, but she was wrong. She gave birth to Ethan James on March 22, 1986, but James wasn’t there to see the birth of his son; in reality, James was having sex with his new mechanic, Billie Larson. Delilah, however, didn’t find this out until she was 7 months pregnant with their third child, leaving her with no choice other than to forgive him. Delilah didn’t have a job or a high school diploma, with two children and another on the way; she knew she couldn’t survive without James. On July 22, 1997, Vivid Nicole was born, bringing peace to the Hawthornes. For a time. For Delilah, it was the last straw when she found James and Billie together in his office, thus setting into motion their long coming divorce; they both believed that’s what was best. James was in love with Billie now, and Delilah admitted she hadn’t truly loved James in many years. Leading into Through The Flames, Delilah has a good waitressing job at Red Lobster, and has all her children under one roof; her impending divorce from James was in its final stages and she was actually happy about it. 

• Samantha Hawthorne

- Ethan’s older sister

- Full Name: Samantha June Hawthorne

- Born on September 11, 1981 in Milwaukie, Oregon to James and Delilah Hawthorne.

- Age: 18

- Death: Killed by Ethan Hawthorne on September 22, 1998 (burned alive)

- Physical Appearance: Raven hair, dark brown eyes and ivory skin; stood at 5′4″

- Education: Putnam High School (12th grade)

- Biography: Samantha was born to teenage parents, 17-year-old James and 14-year-old Delilah; she had a happy childhood, though, living with her parents and grandpa Jed. She was a grandpa’s girl and was devastated when he died when she was four. Samantha had a close relationship with her mother, as her father was almost never around after the death of her grandfather; she witnessed the downfall of their marriage, through two more children, Samantha saw their couldn’t possibly last. Though she loved her siblings, Ethan and Vivid, more than anything, Samantha couldn’t help but wish her parents had stopped with her. Moreover, Delilah filed for divorce when Samantha was seventeen; she couldn’t help but think “about time”. Though she never knew what made her mother file, she figured it had be a really good reason. Leading into Through The Flames, Samantha and her siblings lived with their mother, and she helped her mom as much as she could to take care of Ethan and Vivid without James around.

• Vivid Hawthorne

- Ethan’s little sister

- Full Name: Vivid Nicole Hawthorne

- Born on July 22, 1997 to James and Delilah Hawthorne

- Age: 4

- Death: Killed in a car accident with her foster parents on December 24, 2001

- Physical Appearance: Dark brown hair and brown eyes, with an ivory complexion.

Character Questionnaire

Full name

Caleas Mirlyth

Preferred name/nickname

Cal

Generally referred to as

Caleas

Appearance.

FACECLAIM: n/a SEX: male HEIGHT: 5′11 WEIGHT: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ light? BUILD: Thin as fuck, this dude is a toothpick HAIR: Long black hair, generally pushed to the side and well kept SKIN: pretty pale, not a lot of blemishes EYES:  fel green NOSE: sharp nose features, as well as the rest of his face SCARS: nah CLOTHES: typically wearing robes, fancy or not.

Speech.

ACCENT: thalassian, whatever that is VERBAL TICKS: n/a ARTICULATION: he articulates things, and sometimes too dramatically EDUCATION: MAGE SCHOOL EDUCATION BUT HE AIN’T A MAGE NO MORE LAUGHTER: Caleas laughs lightly usually, though when he truly does laugh, he gets embarrassed and probably snorts

Mannerisms.

FACE: he shows disgust and judgement a loooot, especially judgement. one judgey bitch HANDS: he gestures from time to time, usually when he’s frustrated or very into the convo POSTURE: typically proper PERSONAL SPACE: he favors his own personal space but won’t like, die if someones invading it

Health:

SLEEP: he doesn’t get enough sleep thanks to dumb nightmares and general insomnia but he does his best to not have bags like a certain warlock (lorisia) ODOUR: incense always lingers, plus a slight hint of sulfur NARCOTICS: socially ADDICTIONS: fel i guess, the power fel rewards is encouraging but he’s well aware that it can be negatively effecting him INJURIES: not typically

Personal.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: extroverted tho he gets exhausted OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: in between, but he’s usually pessimistic SEXUALITY: whatever happens, happens! ROMANTIC: he’s more for receiving romance than giving romance MEMORY: he’s p good about remembering things, even the things that don’t matter or are long gone to being important GOALS: be like, actually important. caleas is very personally driven and knows that he’s not a great Grand Warlock or anything, but still considers himself important for whatever reason, which becomes more of a cocky vain thing than anything. having respect and being successful are longterm definite goals INSECURITIES: he’s actually pretty insecure despite whatever facade he might put on to say otherwise - he probably won’t talk about it unless he reaaally trusts / knows the person, and with that he’s very dramatic and whiney ACHIEVEMENTS: uhh warlockery ANXIETY: yes, he’s an anxious person. nothing really in particular other than maybe anticipating what people think about him (which is probably negative) and mapping out social situations in his head that never happen SELF-HELP: himself! friends! (lorisia) COMFORTS: solitude or ignoring it BAD HABITS: not sleeping, sometimes smoking/drugs while stressed, anticipating what people think / say, hiding things from others, being vain

The Past.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: no bueno - have not been in contact with his parents since he was essentially kicked from the family for picking up the fel. he’s in contact with Vemril, his older sibling, but caleas often regrets interacting SCHOOL: not a whole lot. paladin school? ADOLESCENCE: [How did puberty go? Was it a hard change? What was particularly hard (or easy) about it?] LEAVING HOME: [What was it like for them leaving home for the first time? What prompted them to move out of the home they grew up in?] FURTHER EDUCATION: [Did they go to college? University? What did they study, and how well did they do?] FIRST JOB: [What was their first job? Did they enjoy it?] LIFE EVENTS: leaving home and becoming independent pretty much immediately was a jump but he became self-sufficient pretty fast which helped a lot. parents are still a rough subject as well as any functional family, but nothing is too jarringly traumatic WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: not happened BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: [What happened?] LESSONS: [What are the most important things they have learned through experience?] LOOKING BACK: maybe he shouldn’t have done the fel? nahh the fel is cool. right? right.......?

Relationships.

FAMILY: Vemril + select friends. As previously stated, Caleas generally regrets interacting with Vemril because they’re typically not serious and when they are, he doesn’t find himself enjoying their presence as much as he did when they were kids. FRIENDSHIPS: ya, he’s social. perhaps not as much close friends as he would want, but there are plenty of ye olde friends FRIENDS IN NEED: caleas becomes a distant fucker when people are in need of help / soothing. not because he doesn’t care, but because he probably doesn’t know what to do and ends up aloof NEEDING A FRIEND: he tries to deal with things on his own but that usually doesn’t work out. asking for help wounds him, but he’ll do it when the time comes ANNOYANCES: voices it ROMANCE: single and ready to mingle MARITAL PROBLEMS: [How do they deal with problems in their love life? Do they talk it through with their partner? Or do they bury their head in the sand?] ADVERSARIES: [What would turn them off a friendship or romance?] ENEMIES: enemies generally come from show of cowardice, lying, mockery, and honestly any bad intent shown towards him STRANGERS: if the strangers lookin to chat he’ll chat. FUN STUFF: reading (nerd), learning new spells (nerd), getting new grimoires (nerd), fancy parties, acting like he’s important DATING: [What kind of things to they like doing with a romantic partner?] BEST FRIEND: [If applicable - who do they consider their best friend?] LOVE: na, he had a steady boyfriend once ago but their personalities got the best of them and it didn’t work out WORST ENEMY: HIMSELF WHOA EDGY RESPECT: [Do they respect their enemies, even if they don’t like them? Is there anyone they disrespect? Why?]

Interactions.

MINGLING: hell ya get him in there put caleas in coach COMFORT LEVELS: he’ll try to comfort ppl and fail probably and then need comforting himself PHYSICAL: as caleas loves receiving attention, if touch is in the name of attention he’ll accept it. if people are just willy-nilly touching his hair? hell nah that took time to get ready in the morning to look that good bro. but in relationships / etc, he’s a real sucker for touch ,’:) GROUPS: he’s not really apart of any group OPENNESS: USUALLY closed, but is open to being open GENEROSITY: ehh... not too much. his vanity and drive for personal success usually overrides generosity. JEALOUSY: o hell yeah he can get real jealous, especially for being a sucker for attention. TEMPER: yeah, his temper can get bad but it’s not particularly explosive or groundbreaking. he can just get petty and heated. EMPATHY: a bit, yeah? not the most empathetic but not the worst either. AFFECTION: hell yeah ETIQUETTE: caleas follows sin’dorei traditions / etiquette fairly closely and berates Vemril for being a shit trash lord RESPONSIBILITY: he’s pretty childish when it comes to owning up to things - it’ll take a good long self realization for him to be like ohhh yeah I was wrong haha whoops. SELF ESTEEM: not the highest, once again despite facade CONFIDENCE: higher than self-esteem and definitely comes across as a confident person HONESTY: from the amount of judging he does passively and internally, Caleas’ honesty is surprisingly low from the amount of things he’ll tell people in what he’s truly thinking, typically on a smaller scale of gossip and petty things LEADER OR FOLLOWER: leader for sure PARTY TRICKS: behold! i’m not a warlock! what’s that? you can feel the fel around me? ha ha! nope! (he doesn’t really have any) PRAISE: fuck yeah give that attention yyyyyeaaaaahh CRITICISM: he does not take criticism well - it becomes personal fast and that’s not too great, and he knows he should chill from time to time INSULTS: if someone insults him, Caleas will probably insult back or figure out why they insulted and their motive EMBARRASSMENT: ya, he can get embarrassed in select scenarios but tries his best to play it cool. embarrassment probably mostly comes from romantic scenarios, or blatantly failing at something publicly  FLIRTING: it’s probably pretty apparent when done so, perhaps a bit subtle at start to see if he’s getting any bites ATTENTION SPAN: pretty good, especially since he reads a lot and practices magic

Life.

CAREER: [Do they have a career? Are they good at it and do they like it?] PROMOTION: [Are they hoping to advance their career?] BOSS: [Do they have a good relationship with their boss?] DUTY: [What kind of responsibilities do they have?] TECH: [Are they good with modern technology or do they prefer not to tough a computer?] POLITICS: sin’dorei snooty elf politics are seen as fun and a game and not all that important COMBAT SKILLS: thru magic, not physical. he’ll melt physically HOME: messy, tomes everywhere. ‘organized’ he says, to only him DAILY LIFE: depends! INDEPENDENCE: definitely COOKING: he’s... okay. not the best, not the worst, can definitely get some tips from someone. loves 2 be made food. BUILDING: [Can they put together an item of furniture or do basic DIY?] CLEANING: hygiene is 10/10 good  SHOPPING: [Do they like to shop? Or do they prefer to only go to the store when absolutely necessary? Are they prone to impulsive buying or do they shop sensibly?] DRIVING: [Can they drive, or operate any vehicle?]

FINANCES: [Are they in a good position financially? Are they good at taking care of their bank account? Do they usually pay their bills on time?] MARRIAGE:  KIDS:  PETS: DEPENDANTS: [Do they have anyone to look after, such as an elderly relative or a sick friend?] LAW: fuck the police COURT: [Have they ever been in court? Why? And what was the verdict?] PRISON: [Have they ever been in prison?] TRAVELLING: [Have they ever been on holiday, or would they like to?] MEDICAL: [Do they go to the doctor/dentist when they need to? Or are they afraid of going to see the doctor?] ILLNESS: [Do they have any mental illnesses that affect the way they live their life?] WORRIES: PEACE: [Do they like peace and quiet? Or do they prefer always to listen to the radio or playing their favourite songs?] PARTYING: social boyo HOBBIES: reading cos he’s a neeeeerd who loves to learn like a nEEEEEERD

Survey #54

“girls are not supposed to fight dirty, never look a day past 30.”

have you ever witnessed a birth?   for humans, no, but cats, yes. do you buy eggnog around the holidays?   this was the first year i tried it.  fucking gross. do you know any one who lives in california?   no friends, but i mean i've "met" some people online who live there. have you ever been told you were a good writer?   that's one of the most common compliments i get. have you ever been on a farm?   yes.  ashley had a friend who lived at one. what are you listening to?   "girls" by marina and the diamonds.  i love her voice so much. are you one to take naps?   every day, yeah.  makes me feel lazy occasionally, but then i remind myself naps are good for you. did you ever have braces?   for too long, yes.  i had them so long that my bottom teeth went in too far; we couldn't afford to take them out.  thank god they're gone now. how often do you drink monster?   never.  i don't like it. are you easy to get along with?    if you're understanding, then i honestly think i am.  i'm very tolerant of different people and try to keep my mind open.  i'm just going to be quiet. is there someone you want to let go of?   yes and no.  i feel both emotions towards jason. who was the last person to have to deal with you having an attitude?   my mother, i'm sure. have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you?   nope. does your bedroom door lock?   yeah. the last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner?   i never use conditioner.  it adds oil back into your hair. has your partner ever accused you of cheating when you actually didn’t?   no. how old were you when you had your first kiss?   the first time a boy kissed me, i think i was 15?  first time i kissed a boy, i was 16, i think. if I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?    metallica, please! would you ever get into a long distance relationship?   i mean i guess if i really liked the person. for your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?   doughnut cake from annie's. would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?    carve pumpkins! do you believe in fairies?   nope. if you were given the chance to be immortal, would you take it?   NO. what are you tired of people telling you?   that shit will get better.  you don't know that.  some people don't get happy endings, that's just life. do you have a little sister? what’s her name?    nicole, yes. when you graduate, what color will your gown be?   when i graduated, it was an ugly red. when you were a baby, did you have a favorite blanket?   yes.  it had baby animals all over it. have you ever gotten detention?   yes, for too many tardies. why do you hate your ex?   who says i hate him? do you like the color orange?   yup. whose hoodie did you wear last?   my own.  it has pikachu sleeping on it and says "current mood."  it's super cute. do you think that you’re good enough for the one you like?   if i'm being rational, yes.  if i let my depression and whatnot make the decision, no. what was the last game you won?   probably a replay of a "silent hill" game. what is your favorite thing about concerts?   THE HYPE.  the sheer excitement of everyone enjoying music is otherworldly. what is the last album you listened to all the way through?   ozzy's "black rain" i think. what is an unpopular opinion that you have?   abortion is murder, period. do you prefer space, nude, architecture, or nature photographs?   nature what was the last concert you went to?   one and only concert i've ever been to was alice cooper. describe your wallet:   it's red, black, and white with multiple artworks of harley quinn. describe your tattoos:   my first was a semicolon butterfly.  second was "perfectly flawed" (reference to an otep song).  third was "ohana" and half of a heart. describe your piercings:   two in each earlobe, right tragus, left cartilage, right side of nose. what do you like most about your body?   uhhhh.  i am not fond of my body.  i guess i like my slim wrists and long, slim fingers. how many fillings do you have?   hell if i know. describe your fashion:   if i had the money (and permission from my mother, as she buys my clothes, rip) i would absolutely dress gothic.  it's my aesthetic, big time.  gothic clothes just tend to be very expensive.  i also love graphic tees, and in general tend to look geekish. do you wear a watch?   nope. are you a vegetarian?   no. do you think meat is murder?   i mean, technically, yeah, but at the same time, i don't think it's wrong. your view on drinking:   do it responsibly, and we're fine. your view on pornography:   fucking gross. your view on pre-marital sex:   i really don't know anymore??  i was and i guess i still am abstinent, but i question it.  like the main reason i'm abstinent is because of religious reasons, but after all, half the old testament was forgiven by jesus' coming, yada yada yada, it may not even be "wrong" anymore.  besides that, i just really, really love(d) jason.  now i'm going to regret for the rest of my life the fact i didn't let him fully get to know me in every way possible.  if he, by some god-given miracle, comes back, i'm leaving my abstinence at my feet.  whether it's wrong or right.  because i'll sin for that man. have you ever slept in a water bed?   yeah. how do you feel about having sex during your menstrual period?   i personally wouldn't.  sounds messy. how do you feel about anal sex?   ew. does your ex have a job?    yup. share 3 nice memories you have of the person you fell hardest for.   OH MY GOD, only three?  i'll try to narrow it down to the best, this may take awhile.  1.) dancing in the headlights of his car in my front yard to "stairway to heaven"  2.) me storming into his kitchen to playfully tell him off, only to slide on the floor and land on my ass; we laughed/sobbed for like ten minutes  3.) us lying on his floor, binge-watching "supernatural" while he was moving into his new room, and it ended in him seeing me naked for the first time and still treating me like i was beautiful. tell me about the person you had your first kiss with. how do you feel about that person now?   you want a novel, fam? how old were you when you entered your first relationship?   idk the age, i just know i was in the 7th grade. are there any songs you can’t listen to because they remind you of someone/something?   yup. do you have a tumblr crush?   nah. have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment?   no, and though i don't judge people who do worry about commitment (jason was at the beginning of our relationship when i asked him what his biggest fear was), i don't understand it.  like... it's not a hard concept.  don't commit, ex. get married to a person, if you see any potential issue. has anyone of the opposite sex seen you at your worst?   yep. would you live with someone without marrying them first?   i have before, and i'd do it again. do you believe your most recent ex still thinks about you?   i honestly don't know.  it'd be nice, but i don't know if he truly does. have you ever kissed someone while they were driving?   jesus christ do i want to die? what would you do if your best friend went after your ex the day after you split?   LMAAOOOOOO DON'T. have you ever self harmed?   yup. do you have a birthmark? if so, where?   actually no, i think. were your parents married when you were born?   yeah. when you need to vent, who do you turn to?   mom, usually. do you get a lot of tourists in the area where you live? if so, are there more tourists during a particular time of the year?   i don't think i've EVER seen someone obviously a tourist here, because this part of north carolina ain't shit??? what's the strangest or most interesting compliment you've ever received?   hm, not entirely sure. when you're upset, do you tend to make rash decisions?   YUP. do you prefer to shop online or in an actual store, and why?   online, definitely.  i just tend to find more variety. do you enjoy watching vlogs? if so, are there any specific people or topics you enjoy watching in particular?   yeah, they're all right.  like when pokemon go came out, i particularly got interested in three vlogers of the subject (trainer tips, ali-a, and lachlan).  pretty sure there are other vlogers i watch occasionally, i'm not sure... what was the last new video game you were excited about?   THE LAST GUARDIAN OMG what band/singer do you listen to the most?   i mean it really does depend on my mood and if i've discovered a new artist or not. what’s your favorite quote?   i have SO MANY.  i guess i can pick one that applies most/means most to me, though: "harleen, what did he tell you?" "he said he loved me" from suicide squad.  i nearly broke down in the theater when she said that 'cuz if that ain't me like holy shit.  a very simple quote, but it carries SO MUCH WEIGHT. have you ever dated someone that was a different race than you?   for less than a day, if you even count him. how old is your best friend?   21. do you like writing papers for english classes?   i honestly didn't mind it.  give me a subject, and i can usually write, hunny. don’t edited versions of songs annoy you?   they tend to, yes. if your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do?   without saying a word to me?  i'd either a.) slap him or b.) grab his face and kiss him back.  lmao i know, totally opposite ends of the spectrum, but.  i really don't know which would come first. is your best friend dating anyone?   she's married. do you like lady gaga or does she try too hard?   as a person, she's wildly unique, which i have great respect for.  as an artist, i, surprisingly, like a couple of her songs. where did you last wear a bathing suit?   the beach. have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy?   i've said this before in another survey: is that not prom?  it's not like i'd go everyday in a big, extravagant dress.  the other day as well, i didn't dress unlike myself, but i seriously did it up because i thought i'd be "running into" jason, so. if you were offered to smoke some weed right now would you accept?   idk, probably not. have you ever done something outrageously dumb?   sure have. have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?   yep. do you go to the mall on friday nights?   no, because i don't want to get shot. do you listen to country music?   only when i'm with colleen. who is your best guy friend?   my only two guy friends period are really sam and girt, and i don't want to pick between them. have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like?   no. do you shave your legs?   yeah.  i personally would feel too self-conscious revealing my legs if they weren't shaved. has a boy ever spent the night at your house?   plenty of times. who was the last person to sleep over?   chelsea. do you forward the chain letters in your email?   absolutely not. are you on birth control?   yes, but only for my period cramps. do your parents use social media? if so, which ones?   my mom has a facebook. do you and your last ex hate each other?   after that "yeah, no" the other day, pretty sure he hates me.  there's no way in hell i could ever hate him. have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight?   longer than that. do you collect anything?   meerkat stuff.  silent hill merchandise.  band stuff.  jaybird feathers. do you have any nieces or nephews? describe them.   aubree is very lively, but can be shy.  she loves minnie mouse and dory.  ryder is just a baby, so doesn't have much of a personality, really.  at least that i can detect. when was the last time you were sick?   now, actually.  my throat is killing me. can you handle a lot of drama?   NO NO NO NO NO. when you were a kid, was there a boy/girl that you said you were going to marry?   nope.  i didn't even want to marry as a kid. have you ever had a significant other with a mental disorder?   not to my knowledge.  i mean jason had low self-esteem, but he was not mentally ill. are flea markets trashy?   in general, no.  any store though can be trashy.  but generally, no, they're great.  you can find great deals. when you get nervous, does it show physically (i.e shaky hands)?   yes.  i sweat, i quiver, i play with my hands... tell me one unique quality about your own handwriting.   it's a mix of cursive and print. when was the last time you were pissed beyond belief and why?   when colleen implied i wasn't trying hard enough in regards to my depression, anxiety, etc.  i nearly walked out her door. what qualities of yours do you think could potentially harm a relationship?   well i mean apparently being mentally ill is a fucking issue.  like i can help it. what sort of conditions do you require in order for you to fall asleep?   have the fan on (usually), have the television on but on silent. do you have a favorite punk band?   green day for sure. as far as relationships go, what are your biggest deal-breakers?   having kids already, doing drugs, drinking excessively... i've got a number. what’s your favorite mythical being?   dragons if you’re a girl, what’s your bra size?   d-something will you go to your senior prom?   i already did. do you make fun of people who play magic: the gathering or yu-gi-oh! cards?   i've never understood this shit, like, why ridicule someone for enjoying cards?  are we as humans truly that petty?  besides that, magic is like jason's biggest passion, so i'd be making fun of him if i had an issue with it.  he got me to play it occasionally, too, and it's kinda fun.  just damn, this question's got me irritated.  who the fuck has a problem with cards. got a lot of deep, depressing poetry and artwork stashed?   don't find my dA pls ever attempted suicide or self-mutilated yourself?   yeah. what’s the last movie you rented?   "blaire witch" has anyone ever hacked your accounts before?    i allowed my former best friend megan to hack my old youtube once and she allowed me to hack hers so we could put one of those lovey-dubby letters on each other's pages, ha.  have i ever been seriously hacked, no. what was the last thing you ordered online?   a shirt and flip-flops from hottopic where did your last kiss take place?   at my house, odds are, from jason dropping me off. do you reveal a lot about yourself online? are you careful about not revealing too much? would you say you reveal more about yourself than others seem to do?   i do, and i mean i'm cautious with some things, like i won't share my last name, address, stuff like that.  i'd say i reveal just about as much as the other survey takers i read. if you're interested in fashion, what inspires your style most? do you look to celebrities or other famous people for inspiration?   i'm not interested in fashion at all.  i don't care what's "in" and whatnot, i just wear either what is comfortable or i find aesthetically pleasing. is there anything you feel pressured to do by a certain age (i.e. get married)?   honestly?  yeah.  society and family history makes me think i should either already be married or get so within the next like five years and have kids before 30. have you ever lived in a mobile home?   no. friend asks you to hide drugs, booze etc for them, do you do it?   no, honestly. animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out?   i like watching large spiders.  emphasis on "watching." have you ever been to an open casket wake or funeral?   yup. scariest driver you’ve ridden with?   my dad that one day he was really pissed off, picking nicole and i up from school.  i legitimately thought i was going to die.  he was running red lights, passing illegally... have you/do you plan to go to college?   i am in college, but i am sincerely contemplating dropping out.  things aren't going well. have you ever dated someone named kyle?   no, but i had a crush on a kyle in high school. do you think greasy hair is a turn off?   it's definitely not a turn on.  in interest of my significant other's health, i'd want you to take a shower if your hair was greasy. your computer crashes, deletes EVERYTHING, can you survive?   lmao pls don't tell me about the last time you had sex?   i've never had sex, just done sexual things.  it's been over a year since i've "done anything" though, so i couldn't tell you about the last time. what is your biggest mistake in life?   letting my depression literally consume me to the point it made the love of my fucking life fall out of love with me. what was the last thing you drank?   some strawberry fruit juice.

▸･ﾟ✧ — TASK 001. CHARACTER SURVEY @cypresshq

( &&. GENERAL INFORMATION )

Full name: Hali Laura Radford

Pronunciation: Hal-EE

Nickname(s) or alias: Hali Bear, Hali bo bali, Hal

Preferred name: Hali

Current age: 21

Astrological sign: Libra

Label: The Princess

Gender: Cisfemale

Preferred pronouns: She/her

Sexual preference: Bisexual

Romantic preference: Pansexual

Resides in: New York currently

Current occupation: Model

Language(s) spoken: English, French, Italian, currently learning sign language

Current marital status: Single

( &&. BACKGROUND )

Reason behind name: Means the ocean and a precious stone

Hometown: Los Angeles

( &&. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE )

Looks like: Aspen Mansfield (okaspen on Instagram)

Height: 5′4

Weight: 125

Shoe size: Eight

Figure/build: Hourglass

Hair colour, Dyed?: Natural blonde

Hair length: Down to waist

Eye colour: Blue

Glasses? Colour? / Contacts? Are they coloured?: Contacts worn 85% of the time, uncolored

Tattoos: Phoenix on side

Piercings: Ears

Birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: Scar on side of forehead

Dominant hand: Right

Usual style of clothing: Trendy, shorts and t-shirts

Frequently worn jewelry: Tiffany blue heart necklace and bracelet, rose gold diamond bracelet (both given as Christmas gifts this year)

Describe their voice, what accent?: “LA” accent

Describe their scent: Paris Hilton perfume

( &&. LEGAL INFORMATION )

Any speeding tickets?: Was pulled over once but got off with a warning

Have they ever been arrested?: No

Do they have a criminal record?: Not necessarily

Have they committed any violent crimes?: None

Property crimes?: None

Traffic crimes?: Off with a warning

Other crimes?: None

( &&. MEDICAL INFORMATION )

Blood type: AB positive

Date/time of birth: October 14th, 9:47pm

Place of birth: UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles

Sex: Female

Diet: Pescatarian (doesn’t eat mammals)

Smoker? / Drinker? / Drug User?, Which?: Occasional drinker

Allergies: Sesame

Do they get occasional checkups?: Yes

Ever broken a bone?: Broken thumb in eighth grade

Hospital visits, what for?: Was hit by a car and fell down the stairs, both in 2018

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: None

Any medication regularly taken: Anti depressants but she will never tell anyone that

( &&. CAREER INFORMATION )

Past occupation(s): Assistant at dads production company

Why are they no longer working as it?: Got a job as a model instead

Do they enjoy their current occupation?: Yes

Why do they do it?: It gives her an extra confidence boost and gets her parents to actually notice her but she tells everyone it’s because she loves seeing herself on posters

( &&. PERSONALITY )

Direct quote from them: “Don’t make someone a priority if they only make you an option” (x)

Positive traits: Loving, caring, funny

Negative traits: Self centered, controlling, closed off

Likes: Paris Hilton, dogs, her friends

Dislikes: Meanies, people that shame or doubt her

Strengths: Helpful, always there

Weaknesses: Easily hurt

Insecurities: This list is way too long and deep for her to ever reveal

Fears/phobias: Being alone

Habits: Playing with hair when nervous

Hobbies: Planning parties/get togethers

Secrets: She takes anti depressants and anxiety medication

Lucky number: 47

Pet peeves: People spelling or pronouncing her name wrong

( &&. FAVOURITES )

Food: Three cheese chicken penne

Drink: Cran-raspberry juice

Fast food restaurant: Jack in the Box

Flavour: Cherry

Word: Smorgasbord

Colour: Pink

Clothing: Oversized hoodie she stole from Fallon

Accessory: Tiffany blue heart necklace

Candle scent: Strawberry vanilla

Instrument: Piano

Game: Zombie

Animal: Koala

Holiday: Her birthday

Weather: Sunny

Season: Summer and fall

Book: Simon vs the Homosapien Agenda

Artist: Monet

Band/group: One Direction

Song: Half a Heart by One Direction

Movie/film: Ruby Sparks or Breakfast at Tiffany’s

TV show: H2O, Riverdale, and Criminal Minds

School subject: Science

Possession: Her pink stuffed bear

Number: 47

Emoji: 💕

( &&. SKILLS )

Talents: Identifying the One Direction song by the opening two notes

Can they ride a bike?: Yes

Do they play any sports?: No

Anything they’re bad at?: A lot

Do they have any combat training? Why?: No

( &&. FIRSTS )

Childhood memory: Mother mourning the anniversary of Freddie Mercury’s death

Crush: His name was Joey, he sat next to her in third grade and was her best friend

Job: Assistant at dads production company

Phone: Sliding keyboard

Computer: Blueberry iBook

Kiss: Michael (she couldn’t remember his last name for the life of her), they were both 17

Love: First boyfriend, Dominic

Sexual experience: Again, with her first boyfriend, Dominic, on her 19th birthday

( &&. CHILDHOOD )

What were they like as a child?: Bratty honestly

Any crushes growing up?: Plenty

Did they know/like their parents?: Her parents weren’t really around much

Worst influence on them as a kid?: Her older brother

Did they have a lot of friends?: Not really

Were they heavily punished?: No

Anything they wish they could cut out?: Again, plenty

Were they more feminine or masculine?: Feminine

Were they an early or late bloomer for puberty?: Early

Do they still know any of their childhood friends?: No, except her brother who was pretty much her best friend

Describe their childhood home: Her parents were always busy so she grew up with her nanny and her brother

( &&. THIS OR THAT )

Expensive or inexpensive tastes?

Hygienic or Unhygienic?

Open-minded or close-minded?

Introvert or extrovert?

Optimistic or pessimistic?

Daredevil or cautious?

Logical or emotional?

Generous or stingy?

Polite or rude?

Book smart or street smart?

Dominant or submissive?

Popular or loner? (or so she likes to think)

Leader or follower?

Day or night person?

Cat or dog person? (How dare you make her choose)

Closet door open or closed while sleeping?

( &&. FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS )

Father:

Describe their relationship: Were never around much, not necessarily a bad relationship though.

Mother:

Describe their relationship: Same as fathers

Brothers:

Describe their relationship: Were absolutely best friends growing up, they still adore each other now

( &&. SOCIAL MEDIA )

Do they have a Facebook? Twitter? Instagram? Vine? Snapchat? Tinder/Grindr? Tumblr? YouTube?

Twitter handle: “ParisHiltonWannabe”

Instagram user: “HaliMisses1D”

Snapchat user: “ParisHiltonWannabe”

( &&. MUSICAL TASTES )

Theme song: Can’t Do Better by Kim Petras

Can relate to: That’s My Girl by Fifth Harmony

Makes them happy: What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction

Makes them dance: Back For You by One Direction

Loves the most: T-Shirt by gnash

Describes them: Dear Insecurity by gnash

Would like to play at their funeral: Miss You by Louis Tomlinson (because if she’s dead she wants everyone to remember her and her love for Louis)

( &&. MISCELLANEOUS )

Do they have a fake I.D.?: Not anymore

Are they a virgin?: No

Describe their signature: Messy scribbled cursive writing

How long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?: Not long at all

Do they travel?: Too much

One place they would like to live: Sydney, Australia

One place they would like to visit: Sydney, Australia

Celebrity crush: Louis Tomlinson and Tom Hardy

What can you find in their pockets/wallet/purse: Lipstick, hand mirror, phone, keys

Place(s) your character can always be found: Mall, with her best friends, beach, in her top floor two bedroom two bathroom apartment that she absolutely adores

When does your character like to wake up?: Late

What’s your character’s morning routine?: Wake up, contemplate waking up, check phone, brush teeth and wash face, have breakfast, get dressed

How does your character spend their free days?: With her friends

What does your character wear to bed?: Two piece pajamas

If your character can’t fall asleep, what are they thinking about?: The depths of the ocean or she just messages her friends until she falls asleep

What has been their greatest achievement?: Not dying

What is their idea of perfect happiness?: Being surrounded by people she loves and who love her back just as much

What or who is the greatest love of their life?: Her stuffed pink bear

What is one thing they’d most like to change about themselves?: Whatever it is everyone hates, she desperately wants to be liked

How would they like to die?: In her sleep

Do they snore?: Yes but she refuses to believe she does

Do they chew their pens/pencils?: Occasionally

Can they curl their tongue?: Yes

Can they whistle?: Not very well

Do they believe in the supernatural?: Yes

Have they ever cheated on anyone?: No

Have they ever been cheated on?: Yes

Has anyone ever broken their heart?: Two people have

Have they ever broken anyone’s heart?: Maybe? (Sorry Waverly)

Are they squeamish?: Sometimes

Have they ever killed anyone? Why? How?: No

Have they ever seen anyone die? What happened?: She was there when her grandma died

Are they a lightweight?: For wine? No. For regular alcohol? Yes