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girlboyburger · 3 years

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oh my god! it’s finally done! mane six redesigns! i’ve been working on this piece since about april but ONLY as a destresser! this canvas was on lock unless i really needed to just space out and draw some funny horses :,) bunch of misc notes under the cut because if you can’t tell these 6 live in my head

flutter shy - transwoman/ lesbian / she/they relationship status: discord malewife (they’re in an enteral “who will ask who” stalemate) flutter shy runs a wildlife center / clinic out on the very edge of the everfree! the clinic is really her hut, but she’s found herself being asked for help with both pets from ponyville and wildlife of the forest so frequently that she’s more or less transformed it a vet that looks like a cottage. she’s very spacey and *LOVES* cloud watching, which is how she met rainbow dash! they dated in their youth, both collectively realized they were gay and trans, and remained best friends after splitting. she’s a bit more confrontational off the bat compared to canon flutter shy, but is no less shy. pinkie pie - nonbinary / asexual / they/she/he/it/collects neuropronouns like candy relationship status: hardly ever seen not kissing twilight pinkie pie is a THREAT with wings and they WILL let you know that. professional party planner, pinkie dabbles in any hobby they can get their hooves on! they like reading and farming and fashion nearly just as much as they love baking and partying. though they try and spend time with all of their friends equally, pinkie’s twilight favoritism shines most in how much they’re together in the library, info dumping about anything and everything. applejack - transman / bisexual / he/him relationship status: married to rainbow dash and dating rarity and will talk your ear off about both of them if you mention it. applejack is a big fucking workhorse who is entirely not aware that he’s a big fucking workhorse. he means well, always does, but is prone to accidentally knocking things and ponies asides like they’re nothing FREQUENTLY. with the support of his family, jack transitioned early in his life and feels he owes the constant favors he does for them. raindbow and him started dating almost instantly after they met as colts, very specifically after he beat rainbow dash in a foot race and was kissed about it. his hooves are painted by rarity, whom he bickers with so much you’d never assume they’re the sweetest on each other when alone. rainbow dash - transmasc / gay / he/they relationship status: divebombs applejack as a sign of affection (married) rainbow dash is FAST. fast talker, fast thinker, he’s almost never slow and he doesn’t want to be. rainbow transitioned shortly after meeting applejack, and is VERY loud about how much he loves his husband. during his post race interviews and any other televised spotlight he happens to get, he makes SURE that you know he wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without aj, love you baby, ect. ect. rainbow dash is a bit more a jerk, for lack of better terms, than canon dash. if he doesn’t like you or something you’re doing, he’ll say it. he’s tough, but nevertheless kind, and always spends his weekends with scootaloo. twilight sparkle - nonbinary / asexual / she/they relationship status: loves her fucked up little wife so much. married to pinkie twilight is STRESSED and oh my god will she tell you about it. she’s working so hard to be the new ruler of equestria to allow celestia and luna to retire (neither of them are too worried, but that means nothing to twilight,) but maintaining PEACE while also eating FOOD and drinking WATER are all too much for her! luckily, her friends check on her regularly, and pinkie is always hiding somewhere with a waterbottle at the ready. she’s much closer to celestia, luna, and cadence than canon twilight, treating the former like parental figures and the latter much more like a sister. despite her full schedule, she’ll never turn down taking care of flurryheart or taking a visit to spike in the dragon lands. she and pinkie are autistic and have formed a book club together. rarity - transwoman / queer / she/her relationship status: will correct anything you ask or suggest about her relationship to “lover of applejack” because she knows it pisses him off. rarity is goth!! mostly. she loves all kinds of fashion and can be seen casually shopping ponyville markets in harajuku one week and a full black attire the next. she’s a bit all over the place in general, and considerably more eccentric than canon. she colors her mane and coat all the time, and sometimes volunteers to help lotus bloom and aloe at their spa. i fucking love rairty and i’m cutting myself off here specially because if i don’t this part will be way longer than the rest.

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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hii ! :) i was wondering if you could write borhap cast x gemini!reader..? i know you wrote something for ben, but not for the rest, did you? 🤔 (also, if you can include lucy it will be awesomee) ~ and there is all my loving for ya&your fics: 💖💐💘🧡💜💙🌷💚💗💛🌼🖤🧡❤️🌸💚💖💝💛💙💓💘💮🌼🌻 ~

You bet!!! Thanks so much dear!!

Rami

Rami at first seems your opposite, so learning about each other seems challenging at first but gets exciting! You see such different viewpoint ith him!

Both of you Enjoy a nice debate about fun, lighter topics. Like which is better- cakes or pies.

Rami and you enjoy cracking jokes to lighten the mood. He always gets you to at least giggle at some silly ideas he has.

Though both of you Have lots to talk about- every dinner you eat together, Rami shows you his hidden depths and his “human” side.

Have much to learn from each other- you learn all about his parents and their story of being immigrants in America and you teach him about the hobbies and passion you have

There is always plenty to talk about- sometimes you both need your own room!

He is a homebody, giving you time to reflect as you have to stay home in comfy clothes and with free time or certain “at home” tasks (which he doesn’t mind helping you with if you need).

And you encourage him to get out when he can and open up to people more! You give him confidence!

Joe:

First dates are low key since you are flirty and he is more shy.

But he opens up more and soon you both are being goofballs together.

You both are big thinkers and talkers. He will come up with a video idea and you get to help film it

Like with Rami, often you both are to shut up and act like an adult! Like when you play with the food on your plate making faces with the sauce and vegetables and potatoes.

You are more spontaneous and you get Joe to have one day to not write in his planner. So you get used to having an in-between

You love both playing with the little toys he got from fans. You even surprise him with a “punch” from his stuffed broccolis!

He always helps you out with whatever you need- like homework or your job or getting interviews!

You send him witty texts when you both are gone and it’s really cute.

Ben:

You are chatty and he is quiet! So you learned to open up about him!

He would take you to London and show you all the places he would go to college and his favorite pubs.

With your phones, you range from sending him cute selfies to silly memes.

But he becomes soft and sweet for you. He likes holding your hand and rubbing part of the skin, bending down to kiss the knuckles.

One time you were at your house at a family event and someone called you a hyperactive chatterbox.

He said, “yes, they’re a chatterbox, but they are my chatterbox!” And kissed the side of your head with an arm around you.

He is protective and a pretty intelligent guy- you have some awesome conversations!

Though you tease him very lovingly too! Especially with cutesy nicknames!

Gwil:

You guys are friends first! It’s relaxed and casual- Gwil gets a beer and you both hang out and sometimes in a group.

But he is kind enough to help through nonromantic times and then distract you after.

Then one time he hugged you when you were very sad and it led it a kiss and he confessed what he really thought about you! And you said you felt the same!

You got nervous at first before the first date-but when he showed up at the door, handsome and smiling, the nerves became excitement- he always makes you relax and have fun!

As a couple you are both Hyper adaptable- your first date was going to be in this park but it rained. So you went to some mom and pop restaurant and got an appetizer together.

Always craving change together, never a dull moment with Gwil!

You give each other space- though he loves to include you in things. Like he tells you about his project and lets you talk to the BohRap cast on Zoom.

He is always heartfelt and warm with you, being with him is like being home.

And bonus!!!

Lucy:

She is a Capricorn too, so pretty darn similar to Ben- she is more shy and quiet the first date.

But you throw some cheesy pickup lines that make her laugh and relax on the first dinner.

In general, you make her laugh. Sometimes you look at each other and make silly faces and then have to stifle giggles.

She loves how light and playful you are- she has fun with you!

And you are always willing to be an Insta spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend and take some pictures of you. In turn, she takes nice photos of you!

And meanwhile, she grounds you- if you get wound up, she’ll remind you to breathe.

You tell her all about your dreams

And she supports you so much- she assures you that you are worthy and gives you lots of sweet kisses!

Taglist: @queenlover05 @stardust-killer-queen

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astrologymeme · 6 years

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Mercury through the signs based on people I know

Aries: Confident voice that fills up the room. Opinionated and likes to argue their point. Doesn't like to admit mistakes in judgement, will yell at you if they think you're wrong, likes to poke fun at people as well.

Taurus: Stubborn thinking. They just flat out do not care if you disagree with them on something. Sometimes takes a while to process before deciding what to say. Will give you the cold shoulder/silent treatment when upset.

Gemini: Extremely witty and humorous. Eloquent, smooth talkers. Creative, curious and communicative. Gets bored of people if they're not intellectually stimulating enough, but always knows exactly what to say as well.

Cancer: Emotional thoughts and processes that they don't show. Has a hard shell when it comes to the way they communicate. Oddly passionate and a bit argumentative. Emotionally resilient. Very smart and intellectual even if it doesn't seem that way on the surface.

Leo: Self oriented, creative, big thinkers. Have a tendency to be a loud speaker when they're passionate about a topic. Enjoys giving and receiving compliments. Might dominate conversations and come off as a little arrogant.

Virgo: Stereotypically analytical. Sharp, witty mind. Overthinkers. Detail oriented and focused on perfecting their craft, whatever it may be. May also have a tendency to be scatterbrained. Anxious planner.

Libra: Likes to laugh. A lot, actually. Likes fairness in conversations and knows how to make everyone feel included. Social butterfly. Knows how to network. Can be manipulative if they choose. May have a tendency to hide their emotions or their "ugly" thoughts.

Scorpio: Dirty mind. Always questioning what you say to make sure you're telling them the truth. Dark sense of humor. Can be extremely manipulative and plotting if they choose. Likes to think about their partner all the time when in love. Either undisturbed or plagued by dark thoughts.

Sagittarius: The comedian. Makes a joke out of e v e r y t h i n g. For that reason they don't feel particularly comfortable with deeper or more emotional, touchy subjects. Contagious laugh. Prefers to look on the bright side.

Capricorn: Dry, sarcastic humor. Refined communication that draws attention to their words. Knows what they want. Knows how to get their point across. Silent treatment and leaves you on read when mad.

Aquarius: Out there. Innovative and unique trains of thought. Comes up with interesting and exciting ideas and plans. Can read people and see into ideas and concepts of society at large. Also has a tendency to not show emotions, because they dislike dramatic displays and opening up. Likes to think objectively.

Pisces: Compassionate and creative. Daydreamers. They can tend to get a little ahead of themselves in terms of goals. Likes to always be there for other people. Doesn't really like to argue or be confrontational. Easy to talk to and so, so sweet.

#astrology #astro #signs #zodiac #zodiac signs #mercury #mercury in the signs #Aries #Taurus #Gemini #cancer #Leo #Virgo #libra #Scorpio #Sagittarius #Capricorn #Aquarius #Pisces

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donutpwns · 6 years

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Journey to the Roots - Part 8

Part 7 - Part 9

Stan had considered finishing high school, right after he’d been thrown out. His Ma had tried to convince him to when she’d found him at the swing set that had practically been his and Ford’s. She’d been red faced and teary eyed; she knew her husband wouldn’t let Stan back, even if Stan hadn’t been too proud to go back. She’d even mentioned leaving with him, but Stan had shut that down. The house would fall apart if left under Filbrick’s care. Shermie and his wife needed her to help look after their new baby while he worked and she went to school. He’d be fine he’d insisted to his mother, he had personality. He’d never been any good at school; that was Ford’s space. He’d make it on his own, she’d see, she’d be so proud of him.

His mother had let him go with an envelope of money she’d been stashing away for a rainy day, money she said not even their father knew about, a Star of David on a golden chain, and a kiss on the cheek. She’d made him promise to call her if he ever needed help and to never let her go too long without hearing from her ‘little Lee’. If he’d cried when he drove away, he’d never admit to it.

He never called her when he needed help, though he did try to call her once every other month or so, and the necklace had been stolen from him when he was twenty-three. He never went back to Glass Shard Beach and hadn’t seen his mother in person in the last ten years. He’d thought about it, same as how he thought about calling Ford. When the winters got too harsh or he took one too many punches or when he’d escaped the trunk of a car with a stomach full of blood and plastic, the desire to just go home would rear its head and be hard to ignore. But he never did. He’d hear Ford’s voice on the other end of the phone and slam the receiver down. His mother would mention how big his nephew was getting and he’d know that he had no business being around the kid, getting in the way of his oldest brother’s new family. He just had to make a bit more money and then he could go home, then he could prove everyone wrong.

The idea of calling his Ma flashes through his mind when he feels the cane ripped from his chest. Hey, Ma, guess what, I finally spoke to Ford. It almost makes him want to laugh if not for the pain in his chest and the red leaking through his fingers. His back bumps into the shelves behind him when he stumbles back. “I’ve had worse.” He mutters on instinct because he has, he’s always had worse. This pain is intense but strangely muted, as if done through a sort of anesthetic.

“WORSE? YOU'VE HAD WORSE? YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE. WELL, METAPHORICALLY.” A blast of air smelling of rotten eggs hits his nose, as if the thing could be breathing on him without a mouth. The triangle turns to stare at where Ford is standing with the kids. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, FORD. I WAS GOING TO TRY TO BE NICE BUT NOW I'M JUST GOING TO HAVE TO KILL ALL OF YOU.” The cane is back and slams hard against Stan’s cheek.

Stan hits the ground, a surge of pain shooting up his arm. His cheek burns as if he’d been slapped, not clocked with a cane, and his chest is still bleeding. He presses his palm to the wound, fingers finding the edges of it to assess the damage. As soon as he touches it, though, he feels it closing itself. When he pulls his hand away, the blood is gone and his shirt is mended. He looks up and there’s Dipper staring at him with a look of concentration. Had Dipper done that? Could the twins change things here? It was their mind, that made sense, if—

CRACK

It’s like a broom handle being snapped in half next to his ear and a liquid so cold it burns his skin splatters across his face. Stan scrambles to his feet, scrubbing at his face with the sleeve of his jacket. The smell, oh Moses, the smell. It smells like rotten eggs. It smells like an untreated wound, left to fester in the sun. There’s black stuff all over the ground, quivering and moving as if it has a mind of its own. Stan feels like he’s about to be sick. Bill is speaking; taunting his brother, and then Stan’s being shoved forward so he’s standing in the rancid stuff. He can feel the cold of it through his shoes as it crawls up them. It’s like he’s stepped barefoot into the snow.

“UNLESS STAN WANTS TO MAKE A DEAL.”

A deal. Bill wants to make a deal with him. Stan is good at deals, especially rotten ones. Trading himself for the kids would be an easy deal to make, one he could make a hundred times over. But logically he knows that if Bill possesses him like the kids…well, he might not be in boxing shape anymore, but he figures he’s still stronger than Ford. Especially when his brother looks like he hasn’t slept in days. If Ford could get to a weapon first then maybe he could stop Stan from hurting anyone; Stan doesn’t doubt that Ford would be willing to pull the trigger on him if it called for it.

“MAN, AND I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY NOW.”

And now there were two of them. Okay. What the actual fuck. Not only does Stan have one sentient one-eyed triangle demon to deal with, but two, on top of the time traveling twins. His life is way too weird. Seriously, three days ago he was running from loan sharks and now this. When he thought about his next call to his mother and telling her about the shit that Ford was up to and that Stan got dragged into…

The new Bill, the one without the cracked face a ripped hat, is way too close while the other is sorta…hugging him? Stan feels his perfectly flat front pressing against his back as the other one tilts his face up with the end of a cane. The cold sludge is still on his feet but has stopped moving, though the smell is still as strong. Stan has to squint to really make out Bill’s face this close (man he wishes he’d held onto the glasses he’d got during his last prison stay) but works to keep his face blank. You never want to tip your hat when it comes to making deals. Don’t show too much interest or what it is you really want if you can avoid it. Hold as many cards as you could.

“WOW YOU LOOK EVEN WORSE THAN IN SIXER’S MEMORIES. AND YOU WANT HIS MIND?” the Bill in front of him is mocking him; it’s infuriating hearing him use his nickname for his brother. Stan’s familiar with that dismissive tone of voice. The tone of his teachers, his father, his prison wardens. People that thought they knew him, people that Stan hadn’t charmed.

The broken Bill had a different tone as his arm winds around Stan’s neck. Too much pressure to be companionable but not enough to be choking. A warning. “HEY NOW, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE CAN DO. A LITTLE PROPER GUIDANCE AND HE’LL BE AN EVEN BETTER ASSET THAN WE’VE EVER HAD!” his tone isn’t mocking or unimpressed but friendly with an edge punctuated with the arm around his neck. Reminds Stan of his cellmate in the Columbian prison. You got potential, amigo.

That deal had gotten Stan locked in a trunk of a car and gave him his definitive ‘worse’. That’s what Bill was, Stan recognizes. Bill was the potential for a new worse. Probably his brother’s own definition of the idea. Stan almost wants to laugh again; Bill could be both of their definitions. Twin definitions.

It hits Stan then. Twins. He looks over at where the kids are and has to fight moving to them when they get thrown. Ford moves though, thankfully, helping them up as they each squint an eye. Twins. He looks at Ford; his brother had always been so different that they used to joke that they were funhouse mirror twins. They could trade clothes and imitate each other’s voice well enough to fool a teacher or kids at school until someone looked at their hands when they were kids, but then Stan got bigger and Ford got smarter. Then there were no switches but instead roles to be played. Ford the planner, the thinker, and Stan the fighter, the liar. They’d get an idea and Ford would plan it out, Stan doing all the heavy lifting and, when they undoubtedly got in trouble, be the smooth talker to get them out of it. An unstoppable pair when they were in sync.

One Bill already had one of them with the second trying to grab the other. And now Stan had seen his hand.

He clears his throat and in an instant all eyes are on him. Ford meets his eyes; Stan gives his brother a knowing look before his mouth is stretching into a practiced grin. He lets his shoulders relax, leans into the Bill behind him, and slips his hands into his pockets. “Well, you sure know how to flatter a guy. Delivery could use some work though.” He lifts a hand to rub at the spot that not ten minutes ago had been torn open. “You wanna talk deals? Let's talk deals.” Stan is good at deals, especially rotten ones.

The Bill behind him laughs and the arm around his neck tightens for a second. Then he lets go and there’s two Bills in front of him. “FINALLY SOMEONE SEES SENSE. THANK YOU, STANLEY.” One of his little stickman hands reaches up and pinches his cheek. “IT’S SIMPLE, STANLEY. ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS GIVE ME COMPLETE AND UNDIVIDED ACCESS TO YOUR MIND AND BODY. THEN I’LL LET THE KIDS GO BACK HOME.”

Complete and undivided, so that meant only the one Bill would be making the deal. That followed what Stan was thinking the point of all this was. But that also meant that only the Bill he made the deal with was tied to the stipulations; one Bill could let the kids go home while the other stopped them. The good old ‘never said my friend wouldn’t hurt you’ ploy. Bill’s words from before were all empty flattery; he clearly thought Stan was as stupid as Ford did.

Stan tilts his head, rubbing at his chin as if he was seriously giving it some thought. “What about Stanford?” he glances back at Ford. His heart clenches at the lost look on his twin’s face but he looks back between the two Bills. “What are you two going to do with him?”

The Bills exchange looks before the non-broken one lifts his hand. The bookcases fall away, leaving them surrounded by what looks like endless blackness. Behind where Ford stands with the kids a massive structure rises. It looks like an upside down triangle with a circle in the very center of it. The broken Bill snaps his fingers and the circle lights up with a blinding blue light.

“THAT’S UP TO YOU, STANLEY.” The broken Bill says with that smiling look in his eye. “I CAN SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM IF YOU DON’T TAKE MY DEAL THOUGH.”

Stan sucks in a gasp as Ford starts to float with the kids in his arms. He tries to move forward but his feet are stuck fast in the black goop. The light is so bright, Stan can only see the shadow of his brother as he’s drawn closer and closer to the light but he can hear him screaming despite the high pitched noise that’s like daggers to his ears, “Stanley, Stanley! Help me! Stanley! Do something!”

“Stanford!”

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The first day that he'd gone to school after Stan had been kicked out had been a nightmare. Their father had refused to let him stay home despite their ma’s insistence that the last thing Ford needed was to be surrounded by people. Ma had been so mad, at both Ford and their dad, but she'd still tried to help. No excuses. The dead weight was gone so now Ford had to buckle down and really work, that's what their father had said. And Ford had agreed because agreeing made it easier to accept, made it easier to shove the look on Stan’s face before he closed the curtain to the furthest corner of his mind and be angry at his brother.

People noticed Stan’s absence of course; it was hard not to what with how Stan basically commanded attention just by being there. The bullies that waited at their lockers, side by side since day one of middle school, took the opportunity to shove Ford against the already dented metal with jeers of ‘where’s your shadow, freak’. Ford had ignored them best he could, as he usually did, but it was a lot harder without Stan to be a buffer. How long had he relied on Stan for protection? Too long; he hated himself for it and found the reasoning to blame Stan for not letting him fight for himself. The bullies would find him later, after a day of being questioned by teachers and their boxing coach about where his brother was, and send him home with a shiner, a nose shoved full of bloody tissues, and a pair of broken glasses.

His father had lectured, of course, on the importance of fighting back and how expensive glasses were. Don't think I'll keep wasting money on them. Ford knew; Stanley stopped getting new pairs when they were 14 after getting so many pairs broken. Waste of money. Ma had cleaned him up. He'd wanted to insist that he could take care of himself but she'd looked at him with red, glossy eyes and he'd let her fuss all she wanted. Their ma had been crying and it was all Stan’s fault. He didn't know how to defend himself and it was all Stan’s fault. He had to go to a terrible college and it was all Stan’s fault. It was all Stan’s fault. Everything wrong in his life was Stan's fault.

That thought shattered with an explosion of red.

Bill was Ford’s fault. What happened to Fiddleford was Ford’s fault, what happened to the kids was Ford’s fault. He was overconfident, cocky in what he was sure he knew and could handle. He never thought of what could affect those around him, never could see that the ripples he started would reach all the way to the edge of the pond. What did a science fair and stupid college matter compared to what Ford’s done? The mistakes of a stupid—no, not stupid, Stanley wasn't stupid— misguided teenager compared to those of a grown man.

Stan’s on the ground, bleeding worse than before, in pain but swearing to Bill he's had worse and Ford’s entire body is on fire. It's not real, none of this is real, but it sure feels real. The anger is real and burning through him because Stanley is bleeding like that and it's all Ford's fault.

The gun does nothing but splatter more of toxic black sludge. Ford had wondered many times if Bill could bleed; usually when cleaning up the latest cuts and burns Bill had given him. In another time he'd find it fascinating, the inky sludge that was pouring out of the triangle. But now the smell burns his nose as he glares at the culmination of every mistake he's ever made.

“YOU'RE NOT THAT STUPID, FORD. AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING, BECAUSE YOU'RE AN IDIOT. WHAT IS IT YOU SAID, STANIEL? STUPIDEST GENIUS?” Bill's eye moves in its mouthless smile as he speaks and Ford is reminded of the first time Bill had called him Sixer. The gut punch of hearing the nickname after so many years, the instinctive way he'd missed Stan only to stomp it out. Bill imitated his brother in so many ways, Ford realizes now. In a blink he's on the other side of Stan, shoving him forward to stand in the puddle of the sludge and Ford notices that Stan’s no longer hurt. “IT'S A PITY. YOU HAD SUCH POTENTIAL. IT'S EASY TO SEE WHY EVERYONE KEEPS RUINING THEIR LIVES OVER YOU. AND NOW THEY'RE GOING TO DIE FOR YOU.” He grabs Stan’s shoulders. “UNLESS STAN WANTS TO MAKE A DEAL.”

Stan looks so conflicted, looks almost tempted to take the deal which is ridiculous. Stan said it himself; he can smell a bad con. What does Bill want with Stan anyway? Leverage? A hostage? What would Ford give to keep his brother safe from Bill? The question makes him uncomfortable; there's no right answer, no outcome that Ford can accept. Ford is supposed to be the one to make the big sacrifice, not Stan.

“MAN, AND I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY NOW.”

The floor feels like it gives out from beneath him; it feels like he's floating again. Two…no, there can't be two. Logically it makes sense, he knows, one from now and the one the twins had brought but…it shouldn't be possible for the two to interact. Surely there was some sort of basic law of the universe that meant two of the same being couldn't meet. Not when it was Bill.

The broken Bill is cooing and looks like he's trying to hug Stan about the shoulders. “WELL HELLO, HANDSOME.” he sounds so damn pleased with himself as the red drains away. “JUST THE GUY I WANTED TO SEE. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH. I PRACTICALLY GIFT WRAPPED HIM FOR YOU.”

Ford swallows thickly. He'd known going to sleep for the ritual would hypothetically open his mind up for visitors, but he thought it would be safe as his mind would be inside another's mindscape. He'd slept earlier, for a brief moment when Dipper first arrived, to no response. He took the risk because surely two Bills couldn't exist at once. Just as Bill couldn't possess two people at once.

“I WANTED TO SEE WHAT YOU HAD COOKED UP. I GOTTA SAY IT'S PRETTY MESSED UP.” his Bill, the thought makes him shudder, giggles as he says it. He floats through the air as he looks over the children and Stan before letting out a whistle. “TIME TRAVEL, HUH? OH THE TIME BABY WILL BE FURIOUS. HA! NOW, LET ME GET A LOOK AT YOU.” he stops in front of Stan, who has a blank expression on his face now, eyes narrowed and locked on the Bill that floated in front of him. “WOW YOU LOOK EVEN WORSE THAN IN SIXER’S MEMORIES. AND YOU WANT HIS MIND?”

The broken Bill wrapped an arm around Stan’s throat, pulling him back in a twisted mocking of a hug. “HEY NOW, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE CAN DO. A LITTLE PROPER GUIDANCE AND HE’LL BE AN EVEN BETTER ASSET THAN WE’VE EVER HAD!”

That had Stan’s face changing, a flicker of confusion and disbelief. Mabel and Dipper both try to move around him but don’t get more than a few steps before being blasted back, just as Ford had, sending more books clattering to the floor. Ford rushes to them, kneeling to help them up. Both are clenching an eye shut; the same ones that turned yellow and slitted when they held hands in the waking world.

Ford needed to get them out of here, needed to get Bill away from Stan and the children. Damn it, why did he ever let Stan get involved in this? Why had he ever thought of bringing him in? He’d never even considered the risk he’d be putting Stan in when he’d considered giving him the journal, only the risk to himself reaching out to his brother. Stan was larger than life, the Alpha Twin even though Ford was technically the older of the two by a full eight minutes. The idea that Ford had fallen back to the child he’d been in school, ready to hide behind Stan while his brother punched the bullies, because deep down he knows that there was no way Stan would’ve just left with the journal, rankled him as bad as anything.

It took me a long time to get that you never gave a damn about me.

Well, he sure as hell gave a damn right then.

Stan cleared his throat, drawing all attention back to him. His eye meets Ford's for a second and the look in it makes Ford's stomach turn to stone. Then his brother is grinning a used car salesman grin, his posture going from stiff to loose as if he has zero unease under the twin Bills’ stares. The picture of comfort with Bill’s arms around his neck. “Well, you sure know how to flatter a guy. Delivery could use some work though.” He lifts a hand to rub at where his chest had previously been ripped open. “You wanna talk deals? Let's talk deals.”

Dipper and Mabel both clutch at Ford, their tiny hands gripping surprisingly tight. He puts a hand on each of their shoulders and draws them to his sides. He’s trying to think of what he can do; there has to be a solution to this, a way out that doesn’t involve Stanley making a deal with Bill.

“FINALLY SOMEONE SEES SENSE. THANK YOU, STANLEY.” The broken Bill moves in front of Stan and pinches his cheek like a doting mother. “IT’S SIMPLE, STANLEY. ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS GIVE ME COMPLETE AND UNDIVIDED ACCESS TO YOUR MIND AND BODY. THEN I’LL LET THE KIDS GO BACK HOME.”

Just like the deal Ford had made. Ford pictures Stan in the same position as him; sleep deprived, unable to close his eyes for a second out of fear that Bill would take over, hearing the demon’s laughter and seeing glowing eyes in every dark corner. He also didn’t doubt that Bill would go back on his word at the first chance. Any deal Bill made was self-serving; he had no concept of honor or honesty. Stan was falling for the flowery words and empty promises just as Ford had.

Then his brother looks at him and asks, “What about Stanford? What are you two going to do with him?”

His Bill lifts his hand and the bookshelves disappear, the walls fold back as if they were inside a paper box. The broken Bill snaps his fingers and suddenly there’s a light behind them, casting long shadows and washing out all the colors. Ford turns and feels his heart stop in his chest. The portal.

Ford gives his twin a pleading look, gripping the kids harder. No, no, no. No. A loud, high pitched mechanical sound starts shrieking. Both the kids cover their ears at the sound and Ford holds them closer as he feels his feet leaving the ground. Something is pulling them towards the portal; Ford can feel an invisible force pulling on him.

He hears his own voice screaming but it’s not coming from him. “Stanley, Stanley! Help me! Stanley! Do something!” he tries to scream back but his real voice is drowned out by the sounds of the machine. Stan is yelling, he can see, but he can’t hear over the portal. Both Bills move between them and Ford lets go of Dipper as he reaches for Stan.

That’s not me. Stan, that’s not me. It’s a trick. This is all a trick!

Then, as sudden as the light had been, it’s all gone.

Ford sucks in a sharp breath of real air, his lungs burning as if he hasn’t done so in several minutes. There’s a hard surface beneath his back and the world is a blur until he rights his glasses that had been knocked to his forehead. He scrambles into a sitting position, looking around frantically once he realizes that the kids are no longer clinging to him.

They’re back in his living room; Ford was on the floor within reach of where the kids were still tied to their chairs. He breathes a sigh when he sees Fiddleford frantically checking the kids’ vitals. They’re no longer bound together and Ford sees both the ropes and the magical manacle on the floor. At least Fidds hadn’t forgotten how to remove those after the three weeks it had taken them to figure it out when Ford had accidentally cuffed himself.

“I swear, erry’time I come here I see somethin’ worse an’ worse.” Fidds is muttering and twitching.

Ford wants to laugh, wants to make some comment, until he sees Stan’s sneaker poking out from the other side of the kids. “Stanley!” he half-crawls, half-runs over to where his brother is on the ground, completely still aside from the shallow movements of his chest. Ford can hear the kids begin to stir in their chairs with quiet groans but he can’t bring himself to care. He shakes Stan by the shoulders. “Stanley! Stanley, wake up! Lee!”

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#this is also on ao3 if anyone prefers to read it there #journey to the roots #gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #bill cipher #fiddleford mcgucket #kainichivonwrites #fanfiction

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moneymarce · 6 years

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||Bout this nigga named Marcel||

ORIGINS & FAMILY

Full Name: Marcel Alejandro Anderson

Reason for name: Marcel means little warrior. Alejandro means defender.

Nickname(s) and how they got them: Dro

Date of Birth: May 5, 1989

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Place of birth: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

Places lived since: Long Beach, CA

Social Class: Middle Class

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Tanya Anderson, Mexican and African-American, unemployed

Siblings: Marisol Anderson, 13

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Close with majority of his family.

Children of his/her own?: Yes, Elijah.

If so, relationship with child’s mother/father?: Working on co-parenting.

Age he/she became a parent: 24

PHYSICAL

Height: 5′8

Weight: 150

Build: Plush lmao not chubby, but not muscular.

Race: Mexican & African-American

Nationality: Mexican-American

Face Shape: Oval

Distinguishing Facial Features: None

Hair Color: Black

Usual Hair Style: Either buzzed cut or curly

Eye Color: Dark brown

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): Light bright with clear skin.

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): N/A

Health (usually sick? or very resilient? allergies?): Resilient, but is somewhat lactose intolerant.

What do they consider their best feature?: Lips or smile

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Broke a leg running the streets doing hoodrat stuff with his friends.

Ticklish: Nope

APPEARANCE

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Laid-back Cali type of style. He’s either wearing his postal service uniform or a proclub tee and some khakis.

Typical style of shoes: Nike Cortez, loafers or Converses.

How does he/she dress up?: Dress down?: He’s always dressed down. He cleans up with a suit or blazer.

Favorite outfit: A proclub, khakis and Cortez’s. That simple.

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses only when he drives at night.

Personal Hygiene: Is this a question? Lol he’s WAY into personal hygiene and self care. Probably the most cared for nigga around.

Grooming (makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck eyebrows?): Who doesn’t shower daily? Dirty asses lol.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: He is always wearing at least one gold chain and bracelet. He has a few tattoos, but nothing major. His ears and tongue is pierced.

What does their voice sound like?: Its deep, kind of raspy.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): He’s very articulate and well spoken.

Accent?: He sounds like a Cali dude. That type of vernacular and slang.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): He bites the inside of his cheek out of habit. He runs his hand over his head or the back of his neck when hes nervous.

Left handed or right?: Right

What does their writing look like?: Pretty neat for a guy. He writes small.

Do they work out/exercise?: The only work out he gets is fucking @rhodesasha and at work lmaoooo.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT

Level of self esteem: He fakes the funk at times, but he tries to have the highest self esteem.

Known Languages: Gwuapanese. Lmao. Nah, English and Spanish

Zodiac (sign and if they lend any credence to it): Taurus, somewhat.

Gifts/talents: He’s a poet- a natural talker, thinker. He knows how to express his feelings and put them into words.

Shortcomings: He tends to try to help everyone. Somewhat of a Captain Save A Hoe.

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Hes sensitive about everything honestly lol

Happiest memory: Marisol’s 1st Christmas sticks out to him. A time when his family was altogether and there were no worries.

Life philosophy: To just live and take everything for what it is.

Religious stance: Not completely religious, but does believe in God.

Political stance: FDT! He’s very much into politics, but not so into the parties and having to stick and choose with one certain individual just because they’re a certain party.

Pet peeves: People that touch his things and doesn’t put them back in their place. People that say they’re going to do something and don’t do it.

Vices: Nah.

Bad habits: Trusting and loving these hoes. Lmao.

Neuroses: Nope.

Disgusts: Women that don’t take care of themselves.

Superstitious: Somewhat.

Sense of humor: Whats the question here? Lol who doesn’t have a sense of humor?

How do they deal with stress? Smoke a blunt, light some candles, take a bubble bath, talk through it with his girl, a friend or his cousin.

What do they do to get pumped up? Listen to music.

What do they do when upset? The same things as when hes stressed.

What about angry? The same.

How do they react to frustrations (get worked up, calm down and think through it logically, give up, etc)?: Some of all of the above. It depends on the situation surrounding his frustration.

How do they accept failure (both from themselves and others)?: Depends on the situation, but he just deals with it.

Level of comfort with technology: He thinks its great for certain things like being able to have the knowledge of anything in the palm of your hands, but it also takes away from relationships, communication, etc.

Believe in the supernatural: Yes.

Believe in an afterlife: Yes.

Believe in happy endings: Yeah.

How do they want to be remembered?: As a kind individual that did his best to reach and help people.

Good with their hands (if so, practical/crafting or fine arts)?: Yes in more ways than one *wink wink* lmao. He can build and put things together well.

How fast do they learn new things? Better with book knowledge or hands on approach?: He’s a quick learner. Does best with watching first and then trying.

How do they feel about asking for help? Depends on what the situation is, but his pride isn’t that big that he won’t ask for help.

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right for sure.

Optimist or pessimist: Optimist.

Extrovert or introvert: A mixture of both depending on who he is around.

Leader or follower: Leader.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotions for sure. Logic kicks in after the fact.

Cautious or daring: Depends on what it is.

Spontaneous or planner: Planner.

Thinker or doer? Both.

Organized or messy: Depends.

Worrier or carefree: Worrier.

Artistic?: Yes.

Mathematical?: Not really.

SEX & INTIMACY

Current marital/relationship/sexual status: In a relationship with Sasha

Sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): Heterosexual

Past relationships and sexual partners (if applicable): Only known person here would be Imani.

What is their “type” in regards to looks in a partner? He doesn’t discriminate.

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Someone caring, that’ll listen to him when its time to listen and react when its time to. Someone loving that cares about their family and friends. Someone with goals and that is actively working towards those goals.

Primary reason for being broken up with: Wanting the other to open up when it wasn’t in their personality to. Personalities just not meshing well together.

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Same as above.

Views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): Sex is a deeper connection with someone and theres a swapping of energy there. Can’t go swapping that energy with every and anyone.

Age and story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): 5, it just happened.

Age and story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): 13, fucked a shorty that lived down the street from him. No story to it he just wanted to see what it was about.

Level of sexual experience: Errrr. Lmao. I didn’t realize it was levels to this lmao.

Do they have any unfulfilled sexual fantasies?: Not really.

Wildest/strangest sexual experience? Would they do it again? The wildest would be fucking a milf he delivered mail to when he first started working for USPS.

Do they have any fetishes or kinks? Nah.

Have they lied about their previous sexual partners to current/potential partners? Nope.

Love or Lust: Love.

Ever been in love?: Yes.

Do they fall in love easily?: Yeah lol

Do they take relationships seriously?: Very much so.

Worst thing they’ve done to someone they loved? N/A People always doing shit to him D: Lmao

Do they desire marriage and/or children in their future? Yes he does.

Believe in true love or soul mates? Yes. Soul mates for sure.

Thoughts on public displays of affection?: Depends. He can either be really shy about it or not care.

How do they flirt: He flirts without realizing he’s flirting. It happens casually through conversation.

How do they show affection/love to their partner?: Physically, through his words and through gifts.

Thoughts on cheating/cheaters? Have they ever cheated? Cheating is the worst thing someone could do in a relationship. They’ve never cheated, but they’ve been cheated on.

Idea of perfect date: Something simple. He’s all about the simple things in life. A picnic, a 90s movie night, face masks and chill.

RELATIONSHIPS

Social Habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): He has a couple close friends, but most of the time he makes friends with people and then they get into an argument and the other blocks him.

How do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?: He tries to be the kindest person, but if given a reason to he will keep people at a distance.

Do they trust people easily or tend to be wary?: Trusts easily.

How often do they see friends and family? Whenever time allows him to.

Are they good at keeping in touch? If not, does this bother loved ones?: He’s good at keeping in touch with people as long as they give the same effort.

What is relationship with parents/family?: He has a close relationship with the people in his family. He talks to them about any and everything.

Any roommates or close neighbors: @livinin-sin

Person most dependent on: Himself or his cousin.

Most comfortable around (person): @rhodesasha

Oldest friend: His cousin.

Closest friend: Liucena :( But since shes no longer around, Riley.

Worst enemy: Doesn’t have any.

Rival (at what and why): Doesn’t have any.

Most important person in their life?: His abuela.

Who do they most respect and why?: His mother. Through the life she lives she continues to keep her positive outlook.

Who would they turn to if they needed help and why?: Depends on what type of help, but Sincere first.

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: Depends on the person and their relationship, but he thinks that people tend to like him.

How do others actually perceive him/her?: ??? Question for them lol.

Argue or avoid conflict?: Depends on the situation and his energy level.

Thoughts on large groups of people?: Depends if its random people or if its family. If its random people he is pretty introverted. Unless it has to do with poetry, then he is open.

Main quality they look for in people: A kind spirit.

Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did they handle it? Liucena left him :( He misses her, but hes handling.

How do they show affection?: Didn’t y’all already ask this? Lol.

Do they act differently around strangers than friends? If so, how differently?: Yeah, he could be openly himself and goofy around friends. Around strangers he’s more reserved.

Would they ever consider adopting a child? Why or why not?: He would. Everyone deserves love and to have a family.

VOCATION

Level of education: High school diploma

Profession: USPS Mailman

Describe their work space: A mess of sorting mail or on the truck to deliver

If no job, where do finances come from? N/A

Past occupations: Pushing that weight when he was in high school.

Dream occupation: An author, poet.

Passions: Art, poetry, activism

Attitude towards current job: It’s cool, he likes it. It pays the bills.

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: He’s cool with everyone that works there.

Salary: $51,390 a year

Spender or Saver? Why?: Both. He likes to spend money and splurge from time to time.

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something they love.

SECRETS

Phobias: None.

Life goals: To get books published while still working for and retire with USPS. Get married, have kids and travel. In no particular order.

Dreams: His goals are his dreams.

Greatest fears: Death, but its inevitable so.

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: A girl told him off in front of everyone in the lunchroom.

Something they’ve never told anyone: He secretly wants to suck Sasha’s toes. Lmaaaooo.

Biggest regret: He lives life with no regrets.

Compulsions: Besides buying things he doesn’t need? None.

Obsessions: None.

Secret hobbies: None.

Secret skills: None.

Past sexual transgressions: No.

Police/Criminal/Legal record (Crimes committed? If so, were they caught? charged?): Petty crimes that didn’t lead to any real jail time. Spent some time in juvie though.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life?: Nothing. He is content with life.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance?: Nothing.

LIKES & DISLIKES

Hobbies: Writing, reading, smoking, spending time with his girl

Indoors or Outdoors?: Indoors, unless its the beach then outdoors

Favorite color: Red

Favorite smell: Egyptian Musk

Favorite and least favorite food: Steak and lobster ; pork anything.

Favorite and least favorite book: Ballad of a Ghetto poet. Doesn’t have a least favorite book.

Favorite and least favorite movie: Friday. If he doesn’t care for a movie he just doesn’t care for it.

Favorite and least favorite song: Tupac-Changes

Favorite and least favorite holiday (and why): Christmas ; Columbus Day because obvious reasons.

Coffee or tea?: Tea

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth. Block him for me if you like crunchy peanut butter.

Do they watch TV? If so, what?: Yes, whatever is on.

Favorite place to hang out: His room

Do they like music? What kind?: Of course, old school and 90s hip-hop and r&b.

Favorite type of weather: Sunny, warm.

Favorite form of entertainment: Live entertainment. The strip club lmao

How do they feel about traveling?: He loves to travel.

What sort of gifts do they like? Whatever anyone puts thought into getting him.

MORALITY

Ever been in an argument (with who, about what, what happened): He argues with any and everyone about the smallest of things.

Ever been in a physical altercation (with who, about what, what happened): Of course with a lot of people growing up.

What trait do they find most admirable and why?: Honesty, lying is pointless.

Thoughts on violence: It is what it is, but senseless violence is ..senseless.

One act most ashamed of: I don’t know lol.

Most proud of: Himself, his career, his life.

Evil – born or bred: Bred.

Is redemption possible (if so, are there limitations): Yeah.

Does the end justify the means?: Depends on the situation.

Good of the one or the many?: What are these questions? Lmao

Can they be manipulative?: Yeah.

Do they think it’s okay to cry (if not, why)?: Yes.

When did they last cry and why?: When he found out the results of the paternity test.

Would they be able to kill (if so, under what circumstances)?: Yeah if someone is threatening his life.

Who or what would they die for (or go to extremes for)?: His family.

Anything they refuse to do under any circumstances (and why)?: Put his hands on a woman.

Biases/prejudices?: None.

What, if anything, shocks or offends them?: Nothing shocks him. He expects the unexpected these days.

What is their reputation? I don’t know.. thats what others think of him.

Cusser?: Yeah lol

How do they react to unwanted sexual advances?: This doesn’t happen to him.

How would they react to stranger being bullied/abused?: What about an animal?: Try to stick up for the person being bullied or abused. Not really going out of his way for an animal.

How susceptible are they to peer pressure?: Not at all.

How do they react to conflict, both verbally and physically?: His jaw will clench, his hands will probably ball into fists, but thats about it. His voice will rise too.

Easily forgive or hold grudges?: Easily forgives.

Forgive self or live with regret/guilt?: Forgive himself. Hes working on it.

Would they ever cheat someone? Under what circumstances? Nope.

Have they ever been betrayed? By who? How did it affect them/their relationship?: Yeah. Some of the homies betrayed him. He’s done with someone after they cross him.

Would they ever betray a friend/loved one? If so, under what circumstances? Nope.

Do they respect the belief of others, even if it’s at odds with their own?: Yeah.

Stand up for own beliefs or hide/avoid discussing them with people who have opposing views?: Stand up for his own beliefs.

DRUGS & ALCOHOL

Thoughts on drugs and alcohol: He’s cool with smoking weed and getting his drink on every so often or even a glass of wine to cool down with.

Do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?: Yes weed and no he doesn’t care to quit.

Age of first cigarette: 13, but he only smokes one if he must.

Age when they first got drunk (what happened, consequences):

Do they drink on regular basis: Nope.

What type of alcohol do they prefer: That OE lol, but whatever he can get his hands on.

Have they ever tried other drugs (which, what happened, consequences): Nah.

Do they have any addictions?: Nope.

DETAILS

Most important/defining event in life to date: Finding out he has a son.

Daily routine: Wake up, get ready for work, go to work, come home, do some type of self care, go to sleep and do it all over again.

Sleeping habits (Night owl or early bird? Light or heavy sleeper? Fall asleep anywhere or need specific conditions?): Night owl. A heavy sleeper. Depends on the level of tired.

Typical Saturday night: Chilling at home with Sash, watching a movie or something.

Most used word or phrase?: I don’t know lol

What is home like (messy, neat, sparse): Depends, but most of the time its neat. Everything has its place.

Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): Toyota Camry.

Pets?: If not, do they want any?: None, doesn’t want one.

Most prized possession: His journal.

One word to best describe them: Multifaceted.

What are you likely to find in their pockets? Purse/bag/backpack/wallet?: His wallet, keys and phone would be in his pocket. In his wallet is his ID, money, debit card, credit cards and pictures.

What about their fridge? Medicine cabinet? Glove compartment? Nightstand?: The fridge is likely to have water, juice, fruit and leftovers. The medicine cabinet has aspirins, Pepto Bismol, Benadryl and thats about it. Theres a gun in the glove compartment. Jk lmao. Some air freshener and the car manual is in the glove compartment. His nightstand has a bible, his journal and the Ninja Turtle tin lunchbox that contains his weed and accessories.

What makes them laugh?: A lot does lol.

Any special holiday traditions?: Nothing out of the ordinary.

Can they hold their breath for a long time?: Not really.

Do they know how to swim? Yes.

Can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: He can cook certain dishes, but he is too lazy and doesn’t enjoy to.

Is there anything they always carry with them? If so, why?: A switchblade..never know when you have to fuck someone up lmao. Sike. Besides his phone and wallet. No.

Ideal vacation: Somewhere on a remote island with his girl.

If they wanted to hide something, where would they hide it?: In his room or closet.

Do they keep a journal?: Yes, but no so much as a diary journal. More a poetry journal.

Are there any places that hold special meaning to them?: His aunt’s house.

SITUATIONAL

24 hours to live – name 3 things they would do: Smoke a fat blunt, spend time with his son and Sasha, and eat really well.

If they could choose, how would they want to die: Quick and painless.

What would they do if they received large sum of money?: Not tell a soul or change anything about his lifestyle. Just travel.

What would they wish for if they found a genie?: Unlimited wishes lol

If they could have one super power, what would it be and why?: To read people’s minds. To know what people think would be interesting enough.

How do they deal with insects?: Pick em up and bring them outside. Sike. He kills em. Lmao

How would they react to death of loved one? Like anyone else would. Be sad about it.

If they were outnumbered in a fight, would they stand ground or run away?: Stand his ground.

Granted opportunity to change one thing in their past – would they do it? If so what would they change?: Nope. Everything got him to where he is now for a reason.

If they could rescue one thing from a burning building, what would it be?: A person inside?

Would they be comfortable sharing a bed with a person they didn’t know well?: Yeah. Just might sleep with one eye open lol.

CHILDHOOD & ADOLESCENCE

First memory: Him comforting his mom at 4 years old before she went and took him to the movies.

Favorite toy (when did they stop playing with it, do they still have it currently): A Buzz Lightyear action figure. He stopped playing with it at 8 years old. Its at his aunt’s house with the rest of his old things.

Favorite game: Operation.

Best friend as child: Sincere.

Fondest childhood memory: Marisol’s 1st Christmas

Worst childhood memory: Getting jumped into the set.

Childhood trauma: None out of the ordinary for a black child.

How were they disciplined? Did that change as they got older?: Got his ass beat. Nope. He could still catch an ass whooping lol

What did they want to be when they grew up?: It always changed, but he stuck for the most part with veterinarian for a long time.

Any non-family adults stick out in their mind? (Who were they, how did he/she know them? Why do they stick out)?: His senior year English teacher. She made the class enjoyable, she believed in him and helped him out whenever she could in other subjects.

Age of first date: 16.

View of authority? What affected that view? Fuck the police. What wouldn’t affect that view? He’s had enough run ins with cops to know for himself that a lot of them aren’t for him.

What clique in high school were they associated with? He didn’t fit into any of the regular cliques. He hung with the homies from the set.

High school goals: To make it through, which he did.

Did they enjoy high school: He did.

Any extracurricular activities: Doing hoodrat shit with his friends.

How well did they do in school?: He did alright in school, outstanding in English classes.

#money$marce #L.A. task

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casandratheselfinserts · 5 years

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Dissection/Building Pt. 1

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Kexi (Do... Do Galra have last names???) Reason for name: It was the name of a nearby star Nickname(s) and how they got them: Crazy Kexi (Due to how nothing can stop her once she’s wronged) Date of Birth: 10,000 years ago Age: 27 (Stasis) Gender: Female Place of birth: A central planet in the Galra-Altea Alliance Places lived since: 15 Social Class: Middle before the war, unknown now Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Zankun (A low ranking soldier from a middle-class family not of note in the Galra) and Nohi (An Altean artist from a relatively nice Altean family, but estranged from them). Siblings: One, named Namman, who has gone his own way. Relationship with family (close? estranged?): She was close with her family, immediate and on the Galra side, until her father Nohi put Kexi and Namman into stasis--When they awoke, the universe was vastly different. Namman went his own way once they awoke, claiming Kexi would see him again “When Altea is restored.” Children of his/her own?: None If so, relationship with child’s mother/father?: None Age he/she became a parent: None

PHYSICAL

Height: 5′1 (Puny for a member of either race. Pathetic.) Weight: 150 (Fat & Muscle) Build: Hourglass figure, broad shoulders, thick thighs compared to calves & arms. Race: Galran & Light-skinned Altean Nationality: None Face Shape: Heart Distinguishing Facial Features: Altean marks when not hiding them, her large strange nose Hair Color: Teal Usual Hair Style: Down, or a low side-ponytail Eye Color: Brown Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): Lavender, with a scar in her left eyebrow, rosy cheeks, scars on her back and arms Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Nerve damage from the stasis, causing oversensitivity and chronic fatigue. Her suit helps combat some of this by supporting her muscles and protecting her from the elements. Health (usually sick? or very resilient? allergies?): Resilient to disease, but weak to injury. Allergic to some types of crystals, and metals, but luckily has been fine. What do they consider their best feature?: Her hair. No matter how much she uses her Altean abilities to alter her size & color, she treasures her bright and soft hair. Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Not long after waking up, she got into a fight with some Galra drones, and received several scars from the battle. The worst injury in that fight was from them throwing her backwards against her own pod, the impact to her weakened back nearly breaking it, definitely breaking her skin, and leaving her unable to move from the pain for days. Ticklish: Yes, in certain spots.

APPEARANCE

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Usually wearing her space-suit, but fond of the chance to dress in formal attire from either heritage Typical style of shoes: Flat-soled, no preference otherwise How does he/she dress up?: Dress down?: To dress up, she likes to do extravagant hairstyles with long flowing parts and equally long flowing dresses. Favorite outfit: Her space-suit Glasses? Contacts?: Rectangular glasses, or vision-correcting visor in the helmet for her suit Personal Hygiene: Very good Grooming (makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck eyebrows?): Showers whenever possible (daily would be preferred but... Stuff happens in space), when low on energy she puts on makeup to hide her Altean marks. Naturally perfect eyebrows (because every self-insert needs one thing too perfect) What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?: Keeps herself as smooth-shaven as possible, everywhere possible really. Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Four piercings up her left ear, one on her right, but she rarely wears jewelry on them due to the metal and gemstone allergies making jewelry-finding difficult What does their voice sound like?: She has a high, loud, smooth voice. Like, a little annoyingly high, but the smoothness helps keep it from being shrill or painful, and it doesn’t sound forced. Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Loud & articulate. Until she gets mad, when she stops being articulate and is instead just loud. Accent?: Galran (Pretty standard “TV” American accent) Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): She picks at her skin, digs her nails into her skin when nervous, talks with her hands, sings when stressed, and when focusing on something she doesn’t have to look at, her eyes go a bit blank--She stops trying to see so she can focus. More oversensitive when worn out. Left handed or right?: So right handed that it makes piloting hard for her because it requires both hands. What does their writing look like?: Artsy but sloppy. Do they work out/exercise?: Yes. That’s even where some of the scars come from.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT

IQ: 115 Level of self esteem: Mid-low Known Languages: Galran, Altean, “Standard” Gifts/talents: Gifted singer. Which means absolutely nothing in this war-torn universe, but she’s proud of it anyway. Shortcomings: Short-tempered, tires easily, low confidence, does not work well with leadership, fairly weak for a Galra. Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Sensitive about racial issues, the Empire, and people trying to “parent” (read: be in charge of at all) her, and vulnerable to loud sounds, loud noises, and kindness. Happiest memory: Her first time seeing Voltron, when she was a kid still living with her parents, and her dad asked if she wanted a painting of it. Her mom looked more relieved than anything at the sight of Voltron--Looking back, Kexi guesses it was probably because, as a soldier, her mom was relieved at the idea of Voltron meaning less conflict. Namman was too young to know anything that was going on. Life philosophy: Misplaced trust caused the war. She won’t let herself make the same mistake. Pet peeves: Loud people (yes, she knows she is loud), people telling her what to do before they’ve earned her trust. Vices: “Immoral or wicked behavior” Starting fights too easily due to her short temper despite knowing she’ll probably lose counts as a vice, right? Bad habits: Skin-picking, digging her nails into her skin when she’s upset Disgusts: Loud mouth noises, slimy foods, bad smells Superstitious: Paranoia that letting anyone ever lead her again (after trusting her parents and the King led to the war and being put in stasis) will have the same bad results is a superstition right? Sense of humor: Pretty much just puns/wordplay How do they deal with stress?: Getting away from everything else living, and singing her lungs out. What do they do to get pumped up?: She DOES NOT need to be pumped up further. She’s ready. Come at her. (Except don’t) What do they do when upset?: She digs her nails into her skin when she’s upset, and to feel better she has to either go sing, or punch whatever’s upsetting her in the face. What about angry?: She’s an angry-laugher, tough-talker, and absolutely will fight everything. Which is bad for her. She needs to stop. How do they react to frustrations (get worked up, calm down and think through it logically, give up, etc)?: Get worked up, but then try to think through it logically because she’s trying to fight less. How do they accept failure (both from themselves and others)?: For herself, she punishes herself until she gets better. From others, she trusts them a bit less as she has trouble believing anyone who disappoints her actually tried their best. Level of comfort with technology: She USED to know a LOT, thank YOU, but then stasis happened, and she’s still trying to catch up. Believe in the supernatural: She has to, if she’s to believe what she saw the Alteans do in their prime. Believe in an afterlife: No. Believe in happy endings: No. How do they want to be remembered?: Fought and won for something worthwhile. Good with their hands (if so, practical/crafting or fine arts)?: She’s a bit of a tinkerer, but otherwise she’s not the best with her hands. How fast do they learn new things? Better with book knowledge or hands on approach?: She is a very fast learner... For the whole two hours a day she can handle learning. She learns best with a combination of the two--If there’s no words to the actions, her hands will forget, if there’s no actions to the words, her mind will forget. How do they feel about asking for help?: She does not do it unless it’s the only way to prevent unnecessary deaths. Anything less than death? She can handle it. Optimist or pessimist: She’s definitely a pessimist, but there is a teeny tiny bit of hope left in her for a better universe. Extrovert or introvert: Introvert, but can appear extroverted if she has to for her own gain. Leader or follower: Leader. Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Tries to use logic, but her emotions frequently get the best of her. Cautious or daring: Daring. Too daring. Kexi STOP-- Spontaneous or planner: Trying to be a planner, but often spontaneous. Thinker or doer?: Doer. Even if she has to think about it first, she’s gonna do. Organized or messy: Organized. Worrier or carefree: Worrier. Artistic?: A little, but hasn’t picked up a brush since waking up. Mathematical?: Not really.

SEX & INTIMACY

Current marital/relationship/sexual status: Single Sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): Pansexual & polyamorous. Past relationships and sexual partners (if applicable): Only two. Despite being an adult when put into stasis, she had been perfectly content to gaze at the stars alone for the most part and put little effort or love into these relationships. Now, she longs for someone to be close to again--Yet, doesn’t let herself be vulnerable enough. What is their “type” in regards to looks in a partner?: Tall (not hard), long hair, fit, generally Altean/Galran-like (so, like... No dogs or kaltonekers) Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Strong, leaderlike, assertive, charming. Primary reason for being broken up with: Not present enough Primary reasons for breaking up with people: They weren’t strong or trustworthy enough. Views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): It’s great, and people have a right to be as promiscuous as they want so long as they aren’t deceiving or harming anyone nonconsensually in doing so. She wishes she’d had more sex back during times of peace. Age and story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): 17, at an Altean ball. Much like an Earth masquerade, they would all go in disguise (made more fun by Altean’s powers). Part of the game in the Altean version, though, was to try and seduce someone, and by the end of the night, see what they actually look like. She doesn’t remember the name of the girl, but she was... Breathtaking when her disguise was gone. Ashamed that she’d touched someone so beautiful, she ran away before the other girl could see her with her defenses down. All they managed to do was kiss before Kexi ran. Age and story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): 18, she had been with her girlfriend for a few months, and they’d played around a few times. The night of her first time being “penetrated” was just that playing around going further and further until it happened. Nothing special. Level of sexual experience: Average/slightly-below average. Do they have any unfulfilled sexual fantasies?: Bondage. She has yet to find the right partner for it, but she longs to be totally helpless to someone--And know she’s totally safe, and only in danger of being used until she passes out. Wildest/strangest sexual experience? Would they do it again?: Once, her first boyfriend asked to be pegged specifically with a Galran-dick-replica strapon, while she insulted and degraded him. This experience is when she vowed she would only ever date men who were strong, confident, and definitely not bottoms. Also, she thinks that whole relationship may have been a weird race fetish maybe? Do they have any fetishes or kinks?: Mostly just submitting and being tied up. Otherwise, pretty boring. At least, as far as she knows right now. Have they lied about their previous sexual partners to current/potential partners?: No. Love or Lust: Whichever fulfills the needs of all parties involved the best. Ever been in love?: Unless that girl at the ball counts... She doesn’t think so. Do they fall in love easily?: Yes, she just hasn’t cared to. Do they take relationships seriously?: Now she does. Thinking about all your previous relationships being dead now kinda wakes you up to the need to value people while you have them. Worst thing they’ve done to someone they loved?: Not romantic love, but letting herself get in that fight, which convinced her younger brother he had to go single-handedly try to fix the universe. She misses him. Do they desire marriage and/or children in their future?: Absolutely, if she can find the right partner(s) Believe in true love or soul mates?: Love is a combination of emotions, commitment, and the choice to do what is necessary to keep both of those positive. “True love” as an idea detaches love from reality. Thoughts on public displays of affection?: Lovely, as long as they don’t go too far. Genitals should stay tucked away in public, for instance. How do they flirt: Pretending to be confident for once. If you can one-up her, and also reflect back her praise as being facts (”I’m pretty” “You’re gorgeous, darling, haven’t you noticed?”) you win, she’s all yours. Probably not for long, though, unless you want to deal with her baggage. How do they show affection/love to their partner?: Gifts, and being very cuddly and smoochy. She’s a very puppy-love kind of gal, once she knows she can be. Thoughts on cheating/cheaters? Have they ever cheated?: Cheating is a crime punishable by death DON’T @ HER. Idea of perfect date: Snuggling up together, reading or watching something together, just laughing and enjoying each other’s bodies and minds.

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