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     “I’m an EMPATH. I read people’s hearts. Sometimes I can read their soul. So, if I STALKED the shit out of your profile it either means I find you highly entertaining or I read your soul… and I LIKED what I saw… Either way, it means you’re good people.”

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gosh juniper fucking loves anyone who looks like kea.nu reeves

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character outline .

FULL NAME :   Juniper Rose Moon NICKNAME :   Juni, June, Moony

╳   FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgemental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

♔   STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing

tagged   by    ➤    @romanticaffair <3 thanks boo boo!

now tagging   ➤ @ghostconjured @jxhncxnstantine and myself @dkatzs @heoddly

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jxhncxnstantine‌:

“You can start there and work your way up if you’d like.” She teased right back, pressing her tongue between her teeth as she accommodated him gently tugging her closer by laying her torso on his and allowing her hands to wrap around his shoulders until she could run her long yellow fingernails through his dark black hair.        “John...” she purred, speaking of names, softly starting to grind against him, “to answer your earlier question, yes I do feel like another round.” Juniper pressed her lips into his neck for a quick kiss before dragging her teeth up to his ear and nipping at it with a hot, heavy breath as she playfully whispered “I’m forgetting how good you were... Jog my memory?” 

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ghostconjured·:

“Ooh, that would be fun!” He hadn’t really read a lot of 1920s noir detective books, but really, it sounded pretty fun. He definitely wouldn’t mind being her assistant. “It would make for some really cool business cards.”

She was right, he probably was lucky he hadn’t landed on his neck. Or on his head, for that matter - both of them would have been a lot worse. Bruised and possibly cracked ribs were nothing compared to what could have happened then. He mused on that for a moment, but perked up at her invitation. “Really?” He wasn’t one to ever say no to a warm bed, or a warm couch, or really just any warm place to sleep. He certainly wasn’t about to turn it down when he was injured. “Oh, that would actually be great. Thank you.”

“Yes, really.” She didn’t like the idea of Klaus spending any more time on the street than he needed to, let alone with injuries like this. Even if he went back to his childhood home, he couldn’t imagine the reception being particularly warm. At least she could be comforted in knowing he was warm and safe, and she could make him a good meal. “Then it’s settled,” she stated softly, a smile curling her ruby red lips, “you’ll stay here until you’re not the color of an eggplant.”

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DETECTIVE ODD  marches to the beat of his own drum. I’m not                    entirely sure if it’s medical,                               but it’s definitely not personal.

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I apologize if my shipping call made anyone uncomfortable. I was super hesitant about doing it, because I don’t have many interactions (probably because female OCs are the devil), I’ve just put so much effort into this muse, and literally all my other blogs are failing too, I was trying to cling on to some hope that this one wouldn’t.  I didn't want people to think I was just in it for the ship, and now I feel like people do think that, and I feel absolutely stupid for even making the post to begin with. I apologize sincerely and it won’t happen again.

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“Ooh, fun! But I think the 1920′s noir detective vibe fits Diego better, he can keep the name.” Klaus decided, a playful smile on his lips. He wasn’t entirely sure that his brother would like the idea of being a 1920′s noir detective - Klaus suspected that he enjoyed the fighting better than he enjoyed the investigations - but still, the thought of Diego in that role amused him deeply.

When she offered him some ice, Klaus shrugged, though the pain that shot up his torso at the motion had him eventually relent. “Okay, maybe. Thanks.” It was the first time that pain actually showed through his voice, and he bit his lip, trying the remember breathing exercises that hospitals and rehab alike had tried to teach him to get through the pain.

After a few seconds, it began to subside, and he let out a small sigh of relief, a smile quickly replacing the grimace. “Oh, I’ve had worse.” He assured her, waving a hand dismissively. “It was just a fall, really. From a decent height. Onto a very solid Dumpster.” He winced slightly at the memory, wondering if he could possibly have landed in a worse position.

   “What if you were my assistant? C’mon, Juniper Moon and Careful Hargreeves; I’d hire them to do some detecting.” She teased lightly, linking her hands together and resting them into her lap.     Juniper scrunched her face up, almost mirroring Klaus’ wince as he explained to her what happened, she shifted uncomfortably as a dull ache started to bug her own side too; she came out in sympathy a lot this way, she wasn’t just emotionally empathic. It only lasted a moment or two then it went away, but she imagined it wouldn’t be that easy for Klaus. “You’re lucky you didn’t land on your neck.” She commented, her face still slightly crumpled. “Listen,” her features relaxed “if you want to stay at my place for a couple of days, you’re more than welcome.”

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text message starters: part 14

[MSG:] I just audibly asked myself if I wanted to masturbate. And then audibly agreed.

[MSG:] Normal people don’t sit around and watch Degrassi for twelve hours…

[MSG:] Dude, she knew her leg was on fire and she kept dancing. Bad-fucking-ass.

[MSG:] Don’t worry about my [family member]. S/He just hates you because you’re [description], not because we’re fucking.

[MSG:] What is it with the dog running away when we have epic hangovers.

[MSG:] I should have listened to my dad and Mean Girls… If you have sex you’ll get pregnant and die.

[MSG:] Well, fuck that. I mean, I made out with my cousin once. Who gives a fuck.

[MSG:] I just folded my boss’s underwear, and I ain’t a maid. I need a drink and a raise.

[MSG:] I can’t remember where my feet are. All I can see are colors, and all I can feel is terror. The lollipop was a bad idea.

[MSG:] I’m fucking your [family member] right now. 

[MSG:] DIBS ON THE NEW GUY. 

[MSG:] All I can say is that it was completely accidental, no one was too seriously injured, and I’m not allowed back to that bar without a designated pusher for my wheelchair.

[MSG:] If I banged a coworker last night but didn’t enjoy it can I put it down on my timesheet?

[MSG:] NO. NO FUCKING YOUR COWORKERS.

[MSG:] I lost in a drinking contest with my 84 year old grandmother. Two years in a row now.

[MSG:] It happened again…

[MSG:] Broke up with my married coworker… work is gonna get weird.

[MSG:] I’m banned from the zoo.

[MSG:] Are you high and at a petting zoo again?

[MSG:] I’M WEARING A FLAG.

[MSG:] You left your shoes at my place but remembered to take your vodka. I see where your priorities are.

[MSG:] His internet history had “Disney Porn” on it.

[MSG:] Oh my God, that is a gorgeous man. And I wasn’t even gay until five minutes ago..

[MSG:] She said, “I don’t really go out much, but my husband recently cheated on me” and I don’t remember anything after that.

[MSG:] Nothing kills the mood quicker than kneeing him in the face during sex.

[MSG:] It’s like the dark age of my sex life being stuck here.

[MSG:] What’s the worst that could happen? I’m already broke and my leg’s already broken.

[MSG:] And I made some girl take out the trash, load and unload the dishwasher, swifter, and clean the counters. So don’t act like I don’t do anything.

[MSG:] I joined the mile high club last night. I ran a mile while high on coke. It was glorious.

[MSG:] Even my Mr. Clean Magic Eraser can’t make last night disappear.

[MSG:] I was like, “um, that’s my butthole.”

[MSG:] I don’t know how else to say this, but I think you’re a fucking bitch and the sooner you die I’ll be happier.

[MSG:] Their flight hasn’t even left yet and the ‘buy food to keep yourself alive’ budget is gone on tequila.

[MSG:] Maybe you should have studied instead of worrying about who is going to have sex with you.

[MSG:] I’m sensing a Yuletide blowjob in your future and by future I mean tomorrow.

[MSG:] There’s a naked man in my car right now.

[MSG:] I just found her phone in the quesadilla maker…

[MSG:] He texted back and said he would hook up if he didn’t have a test at 8am. It’s really hard to be annoyed by how good of a student he is.

[MSG:] I’m going on a new diet. It’s called the “eat healthy otherwise boys won’t want to have sex with your fat ass” diet. Wish me luck.

[MSG:] As long as you’re naked and covered in glow paint, I’m there.

[MSG:] Worst relationship ever. Keep in mind I’ve dated two married chicks and a Mormon.

[MSG:] I ate her out in the bathroom and she did my makeup. Man, I love being a lesbian.

[MSG:] Got blown by one of the bridesmaids. Family BBQ today. They all know. Talk about awkward.

[MSG:] He’s a waiter, looks 15, and told me he loved me after only talking to me for 30 minutes. I told him I wanted a margarita. We got 3 free pitchers. I may have to make this our regular Wednesday night hangout.

[MSG:] I would feel bad that’s he’s locked out naked, but the world should really see that.

[MSG:] This is home. And home is where you find your family. And you try not to make out with your family.

[MSG:] So I totally just used margarita salt for a body scrub.

[MSG:] Nobody is wearing shirts anymore. What is happening.

[MSG:] You owe me a new pair of boots, bitch.

[MSG:] Just described your amazing cock to a complete stranger. I am officially the worst wingman ever.

[MSG:] I vaguely recall putting a toaster in the freezer.

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“Oh, who knows? One of the greatest mysteries of the universe.” Klaus shrugged. He knew fully well why, and normally he didn’t have too much of a problem saying it, but for now he was truly enjoying the help she gave him, and part of him was a little worried that he might drive her away.

He let out a small laugh at her words, noting her disbelief. “Maybe it would be, if I had one.” He mused, his tone playful. “I don’t think ‘Four’ counts as a middle name. ‘Number Four’ is probably just one whole first name. Wouldn’t it be funny, though? Number Four Careful Hargreeves. Or Klaus Careful Hargreeves. It’s got a ring to it.”

He offered her a smile when she finished patching him up, then shook his head, though he tentatively lifted his shirt to check on an ache on his side. As he’d expected, it wasn’t actually bleeding, but a large dark bruise was forming over his ribs. Broken? Maybe. He wasn’t sure. But they’d heal, he figured. “I’m all good as new.” He assured her, despite the visible evidence to the contrary. “Thanks!”

  “Careful Hargreeves sounds like a 1920′s noir detective.” She chuckled, spraying her hands with anti-bac gel and rubbing it in.  She WINCED as he lifted his shirt, that bruise looked terrible. She had to wonder what on earth he had been up to to get himself into this state, or how he still managed to stay optimistic despite it. “You want me to get you some ice for that, sunshine?” She asked, sympathetically as she leaned slightly to get a closer look at the impressive looking bruise down his side. Juniper smiled softly and perched next to him so she could begin to clear away the first aid items. “You’re welcome... You don’t have to act like you’re okay, y’ know? It’s normal to not be okay when you go through whatever it was that gave you a bruise like that.”

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“You have the biggest heart. It is your greatest quality and probably also your biggest flaw.”

— (via killthebxy)

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“True.” He nodded slightly, expression turning thoughtful for a moment. “They’re really stingy with the painkillers.” He knew that they were right to be considering the fact that they knew he was an addict, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed every time they gave him the equivalent of an aspirin for a broken bone.

He let out a small laugh when she assured him that she still thought he was an idiot. “Why, thank you.” He placed a hand over his heart dramatically, though the smile on his face was a clear sign that he wasn’t offended. “I’ll have you know that I was perfectly careful.” He hadn’t been.

      “Really? I wonder why.” She didn’t need to ask sincerely, Juniper had SEEN his past and his future, and she knew exactly what he was. It made her a little bit sad. They shared the same gift and it had been much kinder to her.     Juniper raised a brow, doubtful and questioning Klaus’ last statement with a soft shake of her head, dark chocolate brown curls bouncing as she did; “Right, because ‘Careful’ is your middle name? I’m sure this happened because you were minding yourself.” She teased, of course. Juniper finished off the bandage and placed her hand on top of it tenderly. “All done. Any more that you're hiding from me?” 

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“Oh, been there, done that.” Klaus ended up in the hospital enough times that he wondered whether they couldn’t give him a punch card or start a loyalty program for hospital stays. He was already on a first-name basis with most of the staff, enough so that nurses waved at him when they spotted him sitting on a stretcher or weaving through the corridors to get to a snack machine.

He offered her a small smile. “You’re a pretty good nurse, though. Thanks. I usually get…” He waved a hand vaguely as he tried to come up with a good description. “More eye rolls, less sympathy.”

    “Just because you’ve been there done that, doesn’t mean you should want to go back.” Hospitals were no place to be. Sure, in certain circumstances it was the best place to be but it was also a place so full of death and sorrow, and Juniper OVERLOADED with empathy whenever she had to stay.    She smiled gently in response to his comment, “Thank you. I’m sympathetic in nature, I can’t help it. It doesn’t mean I still don’t think you’re an idiot though.” she held her smile as she continued to bandage him up with a soft touch.