everybody else: has fully-written and detailed backstories of their characters, knows everything about their likes and dislikes, has specific face claims for each one, and has fully thought-out personalities and flaws
me:
FITZ:
a laugh left his own lips, shaking his head. “ i missed your personality, but you don’t get that across well in letters.” he teased the other male. fitz was nervous but happy to have his best friend back. “ uh.. shit. a little, not really much since you got back. think she’s still a little pissed at you, man.” he admitted before taking the bottle from woody. “ i mean, she still was at me a little while ago but things got resolved. so how was the slammer? got any boyfriends?
“Personality huh?” Woody smiled, pushing off the wall he’d been leaning against, “I love ya too man.” With a short laugh he teased his best friend right back. Making a few kissy sounds the older male’s head swayed left and right as he neared the other before playfully shoving Fitz. As the other took the bottle he nodded, “Fuck–” a sigh stifling what was left of his laughter. “Yeah I figured as much, can’t blame her I guess. You gotta tell me how you fixed whatever she was on you about, maybe it’ll work for me...” A soft scoff followed Fitz’s question, “Nah, I did snag a few numbers for you though. Anyway it was the slammer, what’s there to say, lots of slams.”
“ don’t give me that look.” she replied quickly when he said she was good at it. “ i’m raising five kids, you get good at cleaning messy faces. you’re basically a child, woody.” she teased him before grinning wide. “ at least you’re eating something better than whatever shit you had in the slammer.” she was happy to see him again, but afraid of the way she got butterflies when she first saw him on her door step.
“I don’t know what look you’re talking about,” He teasingly feigned ignorance, a playful ‘nah’ following Fiona’s comment about him being a child too. His elbows found the table once more, her home-cooked meal holding his attention as she spoke. There were a lot of things he missed when he was away, even fewer people sure, but she’d been right up there at the top beside his sister and his best friend. And of course rest of clan Gallagher, but she was his favorite. With a nod Woody spun another forkful of the pasta, “This ain’t a knock Fi, but anything’s better than the food they had in there.”
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sorry i’ve been a little, what’s the word– not here. me and some friends are admin-ing our rpg so i’ve been a little preoccupied. that being said all my threads here are important and i’m still with ya! i’m just probably gonna be hard to reach IM wise. that being said you guys SHOULD IM me in the next couple days and i’ll hook you up with my discord! also if you’re lookin’ for an rpg with lax activity rules (because we all get busy and it’s understandable) and a 2 app starting off point give us a peek? fernwehhq anyway! i’m gonna get to drafts rn
What the fuck was Nikko doing? Honestly, what the fuck. He had no idea what he was doing, and every bone in his body told him to turn back, but yet, he was standing here unmoving as he raised an eyebrow at Mack. “Not much, she told me that you’d tell me all I need to know.”
“Right,” He clicked his tongue before sliding into the drivers side. “remind me to thank her for leaving me with the heavy lifting.” He didn’t mean for it to sound like a dig at the young man – then again he didn’t care much if he took it that way. Adrian had been looking through his phone for a moment before finally finding the picture of the piece Nikko was supposed to mimic to a T. “Never mind family history,” he said tossing the other the phone as started the car, “We’ll pick up your supplies first, what are you gonna need to do that?”
If Adrian had bothered to do his homework he would have realized that the kid didn’t know anything. The truth was Mack had lead Nikko to believe their family had been in the business of art and artifact procurement – which was a stretch but if put simply it was what they did.
NOVA:
“Good because I can’t necessarily take vacation time right now.. damn, that came out insensitive.” That was a thing of Nova’s but it’s not like she didn’t mean it. She just wasn’t the most loving person when it came to interrupting her work. “Excuse me? You’re leaving out the part where he failed to ask if he could take my daughter out of school. Her grades are lacking as of late, she doesn’t need a day off.”
“I know what you meant–” Vega was used to her other half, she’d always been the more serious of the two, not that she couldn’t get serious too. She shook her head softly when she said she’d left a part out. “I didn’t leave it out,” with a light shrug she adjusted the purse strap on her shoulder “Anyway days off aren’t only for when you need them, so come on.” Sticking her phone in the small designer bag her sister had gifted to her she took a step towards the door. “I’m pulling you out, twin date.”
Diana looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she heard a familiar voice. She was carrying one too many boxes of Lucky Charms and Pop Tarts in her arms, juggling to keep them where they were. “Um, just a couple things for breakfast,” she said, by way of explaining away her weird appearance. “This is the first time in months I can actually eat these without having to share them with a sweaty, pubescent teenager so I’m taking all I can get. Too much? It’s too much, isn’t it?”
“A couple things would probably count as a box of each maybe,” Nix couldn’t help his smile growing wider as he spoke. Finally with a soft laughed he shook his head, “You’re forgetting the Peanut Butter Crunch, or– do you even like that stuff?” he asked. Her balancing had been impressive but as he recalled the empty cart at the start of the other isle he held up a finger and disappeared around the corner. When he reappeared at the end with the cart he paused pulling a large box of the Captain’s cereal and tossing it in, “Anyway I do so,” he shrugged before rolling it over to her. “What Pop Tarts did you get?”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so either,” Vincent said, sounding all but confident in what he was saying. He didn’t know shit about fashion. “I think there is. You wanna go there instead?” He handed the pair of glasses over to his companion as he pointed toward it. “No, but I picked them up for you. You might like ‘em.”
Buster nodded as his gaze fell to the glasses the other had handed to him, “We’ll head out after these, yeah?” After a moments inspection he shrugged before giving them a try, they were definitely a lot light than the other pair. Catching a quick glance of himself in the small mirror he realized he didn’t hate them, still he wasn’t an expect on cool or fashion either. “Alright be honest,” he started turning so he was square with Vincent, “How do these fair – I don’t look like a douchebag do I?”
LUKE:
It might’ve been stupid for Luke to watch the predictable little exchange ensue but the man had nothing better to do. That much was obvious because he was at a bar alone on a Tuesday night. “You should’ve just let him buy you the drink,” he said, as he walked over to her while the other walked away from his failed attempt. “I never say no to the words ‘free drinks’ or ‘open bar.’”
“You give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile,” she started speaking before she’d even seen the other. As his voice was closer now she turned, her eyes meeting his for a moment. Motioning to the open barstool beside her she eyed his practically finished drink, “– Jett, and another of whatever he’s having” she called to the bartender as she turned a little more towards the dark haired male. She'd seen Luke before as he probably had seen her a couple times in here too – Vega wasn’t exactly a regular at this bar, but she wasn’t a stranger either. “Vega.” She introduced herself with a warm smile, “What brings you here on a Tuesday?”
“I don’t know, but yes, I know who you’re talking about. I’d give anything to run into the new Spiderman, he’s adorable.” she grinned at her cousin before glancing at her uncle. He had a point. Margo nodded eagerly, grabbing her cousin’s hand so they would pick up the pace. “Wait- you didn’t tell my mom? She’s going to freak out!”
“Yeah well, it’s a risk I’m willing to take to make sure my favorite niece will at least get to go to Disney World once in her lifetime,” Nix threw a wink Margo’s way before pulling his keys from his pocket as they walked towards the school parking lot.
A small giggle escaped Taryn as she nodded, “If we run into the new Spiderman I think I’d die,” She squeezed Margo’s hand lightly her father revealed that this excursion hadn’t been Nova approved. “No dying at Disney World Taryn...” Nix added as the three of them approached the first line of cars. “Uh-huh dad, –and anyway Aunt Vega is keeping her occupied so we should be good for at least a few hours.”
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Aaron Taylor-Johnson for Gentleman Givenchy 2017 Eau De Toilette
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THIS IS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT PHOTOGRAPHS. THEY’RE PROOF THAT ONCE, EVEN IF JUST FOR A HEARTBEAT, EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT.
