#makeup hoarder

[someobscurereference]

gotta ask, whats your favourite bizarre headcanon that has zero or maybe even negative canon backing/basis. mine is that ophelia is the result of a magic accident and only has odin's genetics

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST ASK IN THE WORLD AJDJSKSD LOVE THAT HC FOR YOU

I’m trying so hard to think of what would count as bizarre. I have so many AUs and so many of them are joke-y, lol.

OH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED my hc that Owain once propositioned Gerome purely and only because he thinks Inigo would hate that they got action before he did and he was pissed at Inigo at the time.

[droopydogblog]

MAD

[papiermachecat]

So I bought the cream pigment set from the last Pleasing drop and they’re so interesting…the tubes are exactly the same as watercolor tubes, which is fun for me but probably not notable for most people. The magenta is SUPER intense and soooo beautiful, but it stains like a mofo. I mixed it with a little liquid highlighter and used it for blush yesterday, then mixed it with some lanolin lip balm and used that for lip color and I have to say…loved it. Mixing it mitigated the staining issue and made it easier to apply, but that perfect deep rosy pink still showed through. I love it. (I’ve not yet used either the blue or yellow because I don’t bother with eye makeup most days but when I swatched they were much less intensely pigmented than the magenta which would make them more user-friendly—however, it could be that they were slightly separated and I had more binder & less pigment for the swatches.)

[arcadia345]

Astro observations🌺

FYI I’m not a real astrologer, just my observations :) TW🔞

The cancer moon men I know are pretty chill and laid back + funny, but the women are so bitchy and moody😭 with a big sweet tooth

Every twin I know either has Gemini or Pisces placements

You ever meet someone and their neck just stands out for some reason added points if they smell good, most likely they’re a Taurus rising/ mars. Good example is Megan thee stallion her neck is so cute to me hehe

Aries in the chart can show you the things you were introduced to at a very young age, the early memories that you think of and say ‘That was wild lol’

3rd: could’ve started learning way before you started school(like flash cards and things) siblings and cousins, music, having access to electronics early

4th: erratic home life, the woman around you could be go getters

6th: could’ve got a lot of injuries when younger, probably couldn’t have a peaceful day even if you tried, bad experiences with animals

7th: domestic abuse, might have seen people having affairs, lots of disagreements between couples

12th:paranormal events, you could’ve had a lot of deja vu moments without even knowing, tend to have strong spiritual gifts,people having ill intentions towards you

Aquarius moon or degree/ moon in the 11th tend to have a “second mom” a person that treats them like their one of their own children, sometimes even better than their own mother does. 🌚

The people with mars in the first house I know have so many battle scars on their body

Moon/cancer in 3rd love changing their voices, and they have a bad habit of not telling the whole truth / white lies

Water sign on the descendent- people are always wondering what you’re up to, no matter how much you show them they’ll still wanna know what you’re hiding

Your first house correlates to how you came into this world, I have Chiron (ruled by Virgo) in my 12 conjunct my ascendant, uhm she said she almost d*ed having me😀 and I was a C-section baby. And the hospital did her so dirty(you know much they hate black women) they didn’t even stitch her back up correctly or drain her fluids and to this day she still has problems. The also gave her extra dosages of drugs just cause she’s a plus size woman- honestly I could go on and on but it really correlates with my cap rising and Neptune/Uranus in 1st

Mercury ☌ Sun, these people voices are just💋💋 they sound so sensual and unique ugh hard to explain it but 🥴 ex. Jungkook , Tupac

Gemini/ Libra in 2nd love collecting things like figurines makeup clothes candles plushies, could easily be a borderline hoarder tho

Ives noticed that sun in 10th have a strained relationship with their father, but their later years in life their relationship gets better, or not could really go either way, also could have money issues in their early years but ends up climbing the corporate ladder. It may take you a while to tho but just know it’ll be worth it in the end :) also they always stand out at their work place in some way, the coworker that you’re glad to see clock in at rush hour cause you know they gonna handle shit

Venus- mercury positive aspects love giving out nicknames to their favorite people 🥺if they’re always calling you cute names just know they really care about you lol

Sag moons and degrees have no chill😀 like calm down bae sag anything tbh🚬

9th house ruler in the 11th could go to the same college with their old friends or could become very popular in the area they’re in, I think they’d make good bloggers

Air signs or degrees in 5th are trend setters.

Aquarius you inspire people, they could take things and make it into their own like art

With gemini here people will “copy & paste” ur looks. But no matter what it just looks like a knockoff version of what you did lmao it just never look as good as yours

Libra here people are very opinionated on how you express yourself either in a good way or bad, neither less you guys get a lot of compliments on your style

Every time I see a Capricorn rising with Neptune in the 1st it’s like their skin is see through and fragile😯makes sense tho since caps rule the skin and Neptune fogs things up. A good example is Ariana Grande her skin looks so delicate

Pluto/Scorpio in the 11th/11th house ruler in 8th, your friends could hate each other🤺 also they could have a rough life/childhood, trauma bonding or just experiencing traumatic events together is common here

Chiron in Aries (honestly any Aries placements it just depends on where it is), most people didn’t pay attention to them in their childhood in some way so they learned to be independent because of their lack of support cardinal things fr

That’s all for today! Give me a follow if you enjoyed💕

[shapifizie]

Personally I’m a stuffed animal hoarder

[meowmeowriley]

Elder Emo

Ghost had been lost in thought, planning out his lessons for the following day, when he'd passed a room in the barracks and faintly heard music. Paramore? Normally he'd hear rock, pop, or occasionally something in Japanese. Not emo. Not what he'd been expecting, but a pleasant little throwback for him. He smiled to himself as he made to walk away, taking a mental note to pull up his old playlist and get lost in nostalgia later. But then he caught a bit of the conversation happening in the room.

"No she didn't tell me what it was all for, I stole it, dipshit."

"Why does she need 700 different eyeliners?"

"Are they different? Or is she just a hoarder?"

"Nah, mate. Some are like sticks, crayons, others are liquid. This one says eyeliner, but it looks like the eyeshadow stuff."

"That eyeshadow stuff is useless. Comes off too easily."

The two men were crowded around one's bed, it had been littered with a bunch of makeup, and they didn't seem to know what each was for.

"This is stupid."

"You said you wanted to finally have your emo phase, this is where it starts." The second man picked up a bottle of liquid eyeliner and leaned in close to the mirror, posed to paint his lower waterline with it. Ghost could no longer keep quiet.

"That's a mistake." His voice cause both recruits to jump, scrambling to salute. He rolled his eyes, but returned the gesture, if only to release the two.

He approached the bed scattered with makeup. Ghost couldn't say that he'd ever spoke to either of them, but he'd be damned if he didn't set them on the right path before they fucked themselves over here. "The liquid is for around your eyes, gives a bolder look than the stick. It's not for your waterline, you'll give yourself an eye infection like that." He handed the first soldier his choice in liner from the menagerie before them. "The liquid is bolder, but it smears, not smudges. If you're going for emo, you'll want a smudged look, the stick is better. Lay it on thick, and use your fingers to spread it around and smudge it out. And if it says waterproof, believe it. You'll need makeup remover to get that off." He said that last bit pointedly. If it weren't for regs, he'd let them just leave it like he had. Day old eyeliner that you slept in after a concert always looked so much cooler than when it had been freshly applied, at least in his opinion. Then another thought occurred to him. "Who'd you steal all this from?"

"Uhm... my sister... sir." The first man admitted sheepishly.

"Hmmm." Better a sibling than another soldier. "Give it back. You're in the army. You've been issued war paint, use that." He shrugged. Then added "I do."

The pair were quiet, clearly still not quite sure what was happening. "As you were." Ghost nodded and started to take his leave.

The second cleared his throat. "Uh... ahem... any uh... any music recommendations?"

Ghost turned in the doorway. He thought for a moment, and then "Well, you're listening to Paramore. If you want music from the same time, there's always Hawthorne Heights or Blink-182. You want something heavier look into Breaking Benjamin. Or more upbeat go for All Time Low. If you want something newer, Twenty One Pilots just released some new songs, or there's TX2, who draws a lot of inspiration from the greats. That's a start."

Both men smiled. The first spoke up. "Thank you, sir. This'll be a lot easier with an elder emo around."

Elder emo? Who- oh. Ohhhhh. When? How did that happen? He wasn't supposed to make it this far. Huh.

"Anytime." He nodded as he left them. He tried not to let his emotions show as he made his way down the hall, but internally he was brimming with pride. He'd made it so much further than anyone had ever thought, especially himself. It took a couple of baby emo's for him to see it, but he'd made it. He was still here. Despite the odds.

[spidernuggets]

hi hiii love ur stuff, may i req hcs about jason dating a super femme girly girl, like wears mKeup, wears bows in her hair, gets her nails done n stuff etc? Also being a civillian, im ngl i feel like he’d be super protective, but i just think it would be so cute and he’d be the scary gaurd dog bf lmaoo

been waiting for a request forEVAH

Jason Todd x GirlyFem!Reader HCs

I feel like he'd date a very girly girl who is a hoarder and does not keep things in place. Like you have a shit ton of different types of mascara, concealer, pink eyeshadow. And when Jaspn mentions why you have so much pink eyeshadow, you claim that it's one shade for different occasions.

You also have a huge collection of accessories

Hair accessories, rings, bracelets, earrings

And with all these collections, you tend to lose them all.

"Jason!! Where's my pink bow!!" "You mean this one?" "Jason- No! That's Flamingo pink! I'm looking for Lemonade pink!"

He would help you choose what nail design to pick from when you get your nail done. You like your nails a little longer than average, but Jason's worried that they would easily break, bht you assure him that you're used to them.

In the end, he chooses red and pink nails (to have your nails match with his colour too 🤭🤭), with white pearls and heart charms.

You tell him he can come back later because you'd think that he would hate to wait around for your nails to get done. But Jason is an absolute sucker for you. You can have like a 5 hour nail appointment and he'd still wait with you.

You like wearing short skirts, and you always wear shorts underneath just in case, but Jason is so paranoid. He doesn't want others to look at you. He always thinks he's overreacting, but that doesn't stop him from walking close behind you while the two of you are out.

Even though you have so many accessories, every birthday, anniversary, Christmas, and such, Jason would always gift you with a more expensive piece of jewellery. Like for your anniversary, Jason gifted you a Swarovski necklace that had pink roses around it. And you never take it off unless you're showering our plan to head out in a crowded place and you'd be scared of losing it.

I think girly reader would wear very graphic makeup. Like pink hearts and white sparkles everywhere or butterfly wings on the outer corner of your eyes. When you're unsure of a makeup look you wanna do, you'd ask Jason to be your model. He'd groan and let you try your makeup on him, but he makes you swear you won't tell any of his siblings.

And when your face lights up, thinking that the makeup look on him was perfect, you rush out to do it on yourself, and he thinks if your face looks like that every time you just put makeup on him, then it's worth it.

Sometimes, when you go clubbing with your friends, you'd assure Jason that you'd be fine on your own, but the both of you have a worried feeling in your guts. So when you leave, you're kind of hoping Jason is following you. And obviously he is.

So when some big, strange, older man comes to try to feel you up, you shove him away, telling him you have a boyfriend. But him being stronger than you, he continues to push.

Luckily, your bigger and stronger boyfriend comes to help you, reminding the weirdo that you have a boyfriend. Jason doesn't need to say mire because the man is running away like a scared dog.

Your friends swoon over Jason, but you don't need to worry about being jealous because you already know how much Jason is devoted to you.

Since he's already there with you, why not enjoy yourself with him while you're both at the club?

You'd ask Jason if you can have matching nails with him. It didn't need to be acrylic nails. You just wanted the colours to match . And unfortunately for Jason, he could never say no to you.

So he glares at his siblings, especially his brothers, when they try to question his choices of colours painted on his nails.

Whenever the two of you are together at home, watching a movie or something, he loves to have you sit on his lap, especially when you're wearing a skirt, wink wink.

You try to match outfits with him without him knowing. He noticed, of course. So he's wearing his iconic brown leather jacket, you're wearing your light pink leather jacket.

You'd teach Jason how to style hair, so every now and again, you'd ask him to do your hair for you, obviously decorating it with a bow.

Eventually, when Jason tells you about his alter ego, Red Hood, you think he's the coolest and bravest man alive, in comparison to Jason's initial idea of how you'd react. He'd think that you'd drop him, leaving him on his own.

But when you meet some of Jason's female friends and colleagues, you get jealous that they're more skilled, brave, and closer to Jason's occupation than you'd ever be. Especially when you find out that some of them, like Rose Wilson and Artemis Grace, used to have some sort of romantic relationship with him.

So, for the first time in a while, you start to doubt your position in your relationship. You start wearing darker clothes, darker eyeshadow. Hell, you stopped wearing bows for a while!!

Jason quickly notices this and asks worryingly why the drastic change in appearance.

And when you confess it's to be similar to his exes, he takes the black leather jacket off you, takes a bow laying nearby (there's always at least one or two bows lying around wherever you are) and places it in you hair, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

He assures you that he doesn't need you to be or look like them.

Because it was you who he fell in love with.

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This turned into a half oneshot for a hot second.

[beebabae]

suna rintarou headcanons!!

note: i feel like these just show how delulu i am bc wow. <3

rin only really started calling you cutesy names like princess as a joke bc he thought they were stupid but ended up only ever calling you by those names. ;)

has cute little dimples <33

hates to admit it but he learned to play electric guitar bc a girl he liked said she liked guys who played the instrument.

had a period of time where he only watched those true crime youtube videos.

listens to frank ocean and brent faiyaz religiously.

wants to dye his hair but he’s scared it will look like shit. 

his guilty pleasure is reading romance books/manga then comparing the books and manga to the show or movie made from it. (and yes he does write little notes in his notes app <3)

he had braces when he was in elementary school and a little into middle school.

will let you pamper him in skincare and makeup whenever.

still plays fortnite. he claims the game takes him back to when he “truly felt something”. whatever that means.

loves loves cats with his whole being!!

had a skater boy phase that he deeply regrets but if you ever asked him to teach you how to skateboard he’d love to!

claims that nicki minaj is his spirit animal like bitch what lmao.

loves to drink hot chocolate no matter the season. it could be hot as hell outside and he’d be sipping his hot cocoa in a hoodie and sweats like a bad bitch.

had a sonic the hedgehog obsession when he was younger. denies he still does as if he doesn’t have sonic bed sheets stuffed in his closet???

his bed is filled with stuffed animals bc he’s lowkey a hoarder.

✩ sincerely, b. <3

[eeriefaee]

I GYATT to see more headcanons

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. ࣪𖤐┆Featuring Jeff the killer,Eyeless Jack,NIna the Killer, Ben Drowned

Jeff the Killer

You know this mans room is going to be so messy and possibly smell too.

There's clothes on the floor rubbish in the corner, and his mattress has weird stains on it his pillow is defo a weird grey colour...

When it comes to personal items/staff that he really likes is a collection of knives he's got in the corner.

Mattress on the floor, his wardrobe door is gone (ben swung on it), and weird stains on the floor.

If i could give the room a smell it's going to be sour cream pringles mixed with sour milk.

The only light source in his room is a lamp or the sun when it comes up as his main light broke when play fighting with Ben.

His room pretty much gives resident evil 7 vibes..

Eyeless Jack

Jack definitely ain't a saint when it comes to his room but it's definitely cleaner than Jeff (it's the doctor in him).

He's got a collection of books stacked up on the floor medical books he likes to read from to him.

His room is old as hell because he likes to leave his window wide open (easy to crawl back in after a mission).

His walls are a darkish blue colour there's also a little medical room at the end of his bedroom for when the others need patching up.

Smell wise i think that jacks room would smell like when it rains on a hot day and it has that funky smell (iykyk)

Jacks also got a lil memory box under his bed which is full of the college stuff he had before he got turned...(sad i know)

Ben drowned

Ben's room is 100 percent gamer kid aesthetic

he's got a lil green desk and his set up in the corner he's got plushies on his bed and funko pops he collected from missions on his desk

It's deffo green but the walls are damaged he throws the controller at them and he spills things on the floor as well.

That man actually hates using the main light so took the light bulb out and the only light source as the wall LEDs near his desk and bed ovi in green.

that boy is also a hoarder 100 percent every time he kills someone he keeps one thing from them which he keeps on the shelf.

Nina the killer

My headcanon for NIna is that she's a fashionista (y2k x scene baddie) and loves her clothes so she's got a wardrobe definitely stocked up

Her room is clean and organised she got a box in the top her wardrobe which is full of pictures of jeff that she too...

Her bed had one of those pink and leopard pink bed sheets with matching pillows, she also got really cute plushies on her bed.

Nina also has a cute makeup mirror as well near her wardrobe with all sorts of makeup and stuff on there.

✉┆I loved writing these.. I might draw them too if i have the energy for it! Enjoy these headcanons !!

[the-stage-manager]

5 Headcanons of Astarion's Most Gremlin Behaviors

1. When he wants physical affection, instead of asking for it, he "hints" at it: Dramatic sighing that gets louder the more you ignore it; Tossing and turning in bed claiming he "can't get comfortable" until you finally give in and physically restrain hold him; sometimes he will simply sit in your lap, usually at the most inconvenient times, blocking whatever it is that you are doing until he receives the desired amount of affection. And he wants a lot of affection. Or rather, he wants body heat. Which you have and he does not. He's a leech. A cold, cold leech.

2. Your belongings are conveniently also his belongings: He will steal your clothes, and your makeup, and your jewelry and wear them himself. If there's an outfit that he's particularly fond of, he will abscond with it, and stick it in his closet. It's his now, unfortunately.

3. Astarion is going to get blood on everything you own. For fucks sake, who lets food dribble out of their mouth and get all over their hands like that? Astarion's a messy eater—he probably wears the blood all over his face like a badge of honor. He's going to drip blood all over the floor, and leave bloody handprints all over the counter, the table, and anything else he touches.

4. Watching you sleep/waking you up in the middle of the day when he's bored. He only needs to trance for four hours minimum. What is he supposed to do with himself for those other four hours while he waits for you to wake up? Do something productive? Unlikely. God help you if you wake up in the middle of the night to pee: "Thank the gods, you're finally awake! I was just thinking..." Good luck trying to get back to sleep while he talks your ear off. If he gets really bored, he'll wake you up, either intentionally or because he's getting into something he shouldn't. This is cat behavior, right here.

5. Astarion is messy. Have you seen his tent? He doesn't put things back where they belong—he doesn't put books back on bookshelves or dishes in the sink. He leaves his dirty socks everywhere. He's also a bit of a hoarder, collecting (stealing) anything that catches his eye and stashing it away in your home the way a squirrel stashes nuts. He's not used to being allowed to have things, so he often hides his trinkets away in places he thinks no one will look—you find rings in your shoes and necklaces in your coat pockets and gold coins tucked away in the cereal box.

[hyunverse]

thinking about hyunjin, and his ways of saying that he loves you.

hyunjin says the three words often, between chaste kisses shared once you awake from the daylight, and when you greet him home from work. hyunjin would say he loves you at random moments — when you’re cooking for him in the kitchen, or when you’re entangled with each other as a movie plays on the television. he means it everytime he says them — you can see the sincerity in his eyes, and the adoring smile he’d plaster across his face at the mere sight of you.

but his ways of conveying his loving emotions isn’t only limited to those three words.

you can see it in the way he would mindlessly draw you. you would be walking into the living room after a shower, and spot him drawing you from memory. at times he doesn’t even realize that he’s sketching you — you’re just always in his mind that sketching your face is like muscle memory.

hyunjin portrays it during the times he’d cut you some fruits. you would be doing your work in your office, and he’ll silently slide you a plate of mangoes, with a fork on it. the fruits are cut the way you like it, fresh and cold from the fridge. at times, he’ll feed you your first bite, cooing at the way your face scrunches up from the cold.

it is routine for him to kiss your forehead. every morning when he wakes up, before he goes to work, once he walks into the door after work, and before he goes to sleep. each kiss is accompanied with a loud, “mwah!” sound, followed by his little giggles.

there are times when you’d flop into bed in exhaustion, work clothes still in tact. he’ll change you into a set of pajamas, tuck you under the duvets. he’ll wipe off your makeup, massage some lotion into your skin. before turning the lights off you’d feel gentle kisses being pressed onto your forehead and your lips.

a big section of his journalling book is dedicated to you. pages occupied with poetry written about you — you know because he spends a little time writing before he goes to bed. you’d be tucked in under the duvets, and he’d still be sitting, scribbling words into his brown journal. smiling foolishly while he’s at it, too — ask him what he’s writing, and he’ll say, “something about you.”

hyunjin shows you he loves you by taking care of you during the times you simply could not. those times when you’d cry more than you eat, when self care is no longer a priority. you'll feel yourself being lifted off the bed, clothes stripped and put into a warm bath. he’ll massage your shampoo into your scalp as he whispers sweet reassurances into your skin. you’re beautiful, he’s proud of you — his assurances will make happy tears run down your cheeks. then, he’ll feed you your favourite food, gentle smile adorning his face serves as a reminder that he’ll always be there for you. always.

you have one too many gifts from him. little things he’d get you when he’s touring — things that he claims reminded him of you. pieces of jewellery, a puppy keychain, (he said that it looks like you) clothes, and many more. it’s come to a point where your friends would call you a hoarder — nightstand filled with a miscellaneous of things, and bed full of the plushies he had given you over the years.

you’ve received many love letters from him too. he would write you love letters from time to time, filling in empty pages with words that could make you cry out of joy. he has a special paper he writes his letters on —because everything has to be special when it comes to you! there’s this thing he likes doing, too — he starts all his love letters with “to my eternal love, y/n,” and ends them with “endless love, hyunjin.”

hyunjin loves you endlessly, and he doesn’t cower away from showing it.

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[silvervioletvalentine]

🦋forget me not🦋

Pairing: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count: 6.3k

Summary: in which she has a tendency to be a little forgetful.

Charles was still half sleep in their bed , cosied up between the ridiculous amount of fluffy blankets and cloud like pillows that his girlfriend had insisted on them buying. One from every single shop they went to.

They went out for some snacks? You could guarantee that they would be leaving with a new fluffy blanket too. Charles had stopped complaining after the fourth one , deciding to just let her do what she wanted. If fluffy pillows and blankets made the love of his life happy then so be it.

He was Now glad for his little comfort hoarder in convincing him to buy them all with just one pretty flutter of her eyelashes at him , pressing his face into the soft pillow with a content sigh as he vaguely listened in to his girlfriend random chattering.

She had been mostly talking to herself for the last ten minutes, (unknown by her. She would kick him in the back of his knees if she knew that he wasn't listening to her rambling .)

Charles having checked out of the conversation as soon as she started rambling on about how all of her skincare products and pieces of makeup that kept going missing , innocently wondering out loud if they had a thief who stole her beauty products but walked straight past the Ferrari on their way in , because that made total sense. Didn't it?

Charles was still too sucked into his own sleepy haze to remind her (once again. For the hundredth time.) that the only reason that her things kept going missing was because she had a severe case of forgetfulness and a even larger case of denial about said forgetfulness.

No matter how many times he showed her proof of her dory like mind . About The way that she didn't think before she did literally anything . The way she Didn't check her surroundings and certainly didn't put her belongings back where they were supposed to be.

Charles had found her foundation bottle in their freezer yesterday after hearing her complain on and on about how this was the third bottle that she had lost this month. Looking genuinely lost to how this kept happening to her , looking at him for back up to her makeup thief theory.

Only to trail off sheepishly when he had silently and calmly walked over to the last place he had seen his girlfriend be at , which was getting herself a pint of ice cream out of their freezer to gobble down while watching the labyrinth with him again.

And lo and behold ..what had she been doing when she had randomly got the craving for ice cream? She had been doing her makeup and where had she misplaced her foundation because of the simple fact that she had a one track mind and couldn't multitask? In the freezer alongside her lipgloss that she had 'lost' months ago too.

Charles had only gave her a exasperated sigh and calmly handed over her 'missing' and 'stolen' products. Before simply shaking his head at her and leaving the room before he burst into giggles again, knowing that she hated it when he was right.

And he loved her. God did he love her. She was the light of his life. She was his heart , his soul and honestly.. his daily amusement.

By now Charles had sort of gotten used to her misplacing things in random places and her permanent forgetfulness when it came to literally anything.

Like that time that Cherrie had told him that she was going to plant flowers in their garden for the summer , only for Charles to check in on her a hour later and see her building a swing that she had decided to buy instead , the flowers completely disregarded in the corner as she beamed up at him, more than pleased with herself as she proudly showed off their new swing. While Charles just looked on at the love of his life with his hands pressed to his hips while she smugly showed off her work , torn between amusement , pride and concern at her scatter brain.

In the end it had been Charles that did the gardening . Potting plants while she told him that she was going to make them some fresh lemonade to cool down with .

He didn't hold his breath, merely smirking to himself when forty minutes went by before she skipped back out to their garden with a plate full of nachos instead . No lemonade to be seen.

Having gotten side tracked again  when Lando had texted her a picture of the large plate of nachos that he was eating, completely disregarding the lemons and deciding to make nachos instead.

It was becoming a little bit of a problem because Charles was honestly scared that she was going to forget something serious one day. I mean.. how about when they got married in the future? Would she completely forget that she was marrying him, get sidetracked by something else and accidentally miss her own wedding?

It was definitely something that he could see her doing.

They had both missed her sisters wedding where she was supposed to be bridesmaid at , simply because Cherrie had completely forgotten about it and instead went on a solo trip to a wildlife centre after reading an article about some squirrels that wouldn't stop swearing at the guests.

Leaving a confused and exasperated Charles to deal with her sisters frantic calls about her whereabouts and a few furious family members that had accused her absent behaviour of being deliberate, claiming that she was just jealous that her sister had found everlasting happiness and got married before her.

Charles had turned his phone off after that before he got arrested for smacking somebody's bitchy aunts.

She may have been a bit of a airhead but only he was allowed to insult her and call her names, nobody else. And he had been the one that was left to give his sheepish girlfriend a stern talking to when he picked her up later in the afternoon from the wildlife centre, a embarrassed look on her face when she mumbled out a small "I did it again didn't I?" Completely used to it by now.

Charles had just sighed and nodded his head, driving them back home and telling her to write out some apology cards to send out to the rest of her family and by extension , his family now too. He had told her to claim that their absences was because of a medical emergency and not because his girlfriend wanted to see some swearing squirrels so much so that she had forgotten her sisters big day.

Things had been a little tense with her family after that, Cherrie refusing to accept that she had done fucked up.. again. Leaving Charles and her dad to exchange similar casual shrugs and a expression of not being surprised with her forgerfulness at all.

It was the new normal now. Which was why Charles should have been up as soon as he heard his girlfriend open their bedroom door to leave but in his half asleep brain it took him a few Extra , very crucial seconds , so fucking crucial seconds , to catch onto her next possible disaster.

"Pierre and Lando are here babe. I'm gonna go ask them if they want to head to the yacht with us." Cherrie told him casually , already walking out of the their room as she put down the dress that she was considering putting on, completely forgetting about getting changed as soon as she heard the familiar voices of their friends arrive.

There was a long second of silence bedore Charles shot up out of their bed with a loud, panicked gasp , almost smashing his face off of the floor as his feet got tangled up into their thousands of blankets.

His shoulder colliding painfully with the doorframe as he sprinted out of their bedroom as fast as he possibly could with a small "ow fuck!" Escaping his lips as he almost tripped again down the hallway in his hurry.

"Cherrie! Your pants! Your pants! Oh mon Dieu!" He shouted loudly in panic as he crashed into the front room with a dramatic bang.

Quickly Tackling the love of his life to the floor , who was only wearing a thong and a tight, cropped shirt , having been about to put on clothes when she got sidetracked again.

Completely forgetting that she had no pants on as she greeted Pierre and Lando cheerfully, only to let out a startled shriek as Charles barrelled into her side and sent them both flying onto the floor in front of their friends with a loud bang.

"What are you doing ?! You're going to break my ribs you idiota!" She exclaimed with wide eyes, trying to wiggle out of his strong hold. Looking at him like he had lost his mind.

Charles was panting breathlessly as he reached a hand out to grab another blanket from the armchair closest to them, quickly wrapping it around her body and tucking her in it like she was a burrito. A insanely hot burrito that he did not want to share with Anybody else. A burrito that was for his mouth and eyes only!

Pierre and Lando were laughing hysterically together as they watched Charles blink down at his girlfriend in disbelief while she merely looked back up at him innocently , as though she had no idea to why he was so panicked.

"I'm the idiot?" He repeated in disbelief , glancing between his giggling friends and cherries unaware face over and over again . Wondering if he was hallucinating it.

"What about you then? You're not wearing pants baby! What is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed loudly while trying to calm down his racing heart after that panic induced, half asleep sprint that he had done.

Cherrie paused at that , eyes slowly going wide as she glanced down at herself , body now wrapped up in a blanket like a straight jacket . Face flushing in embarrassment as she realised that he was right.

She had forgotten her pants...

"Again?" Pierre echoed their thoughts loudly in amusement . Lando had tears steaming from his eyes as he cackled insanely at the looks on their faces.

"Dude you tackled her like she was a rugby ball! Oh my god!" He shrieked , giggling hysterically while Charles just huffed and puffed in exasperation.

"Whoops." Was all Cherrie could mutter sheepishly , glancing over at her boyfriend who was now covering his face with his hands and groaning like he was in actual pain.

"My bad guys. It's okay though.." she tried to comfort Charles , patting his shoulder gently.

"They didn't see much did you guys?" She smiled over at their friends hopefully.

Pierre snorted loudly while Lando cackled even harder .

Pierre smirked over at her in amusement , shaking his head at her fondly .

This unfortunately (for Charles) and fortunately for him , not being the first time that she had walked out of their bedroom to greet their guests without her clothes on. She was So used to walking around their home practically naked that she forgot the social custom of putting on pants before opening the door to guests.

Whoopsie Daisy!

"We saw everything. Has your ass gotten bigger? It seems perkier." Pierre commented curiously , the both of them often doing their gym sessions together. He was her spotter and Cherrie, well Cherrie just liked to annoy him the whole time.

Charles peeled his hand from his flushed face and glared over at his friend in disbelief. "Dude that's my girlfriend! How do you even know what her ass usually looks like?!" He exclaimed pulling himself off the floor and dragging up his burrito wrapped girlfriend with him too.

Pierre just shrugged casually , looking between the two of them in amusement . "I know because I look Charles . I am but a man and your girlfriend has one of the greatest ass's that I have ever seen." He told him matter of factly. Smirking slyly at the death glare he was getting sent in return.

Charles was trying not to hit him for admitting to checking out his girlfriends ass while Cherrie just beamed at him , flattered.

"Aww thanks! And it has gotten bigger. I think it's all the chocolate cake I've been eating lately. It's went straight to my butt." She confirmed to him casually , wadding over in her blanket straight jacket to flop down besides them with a grin.

Charles was just rubbing at his head like a stressed out father as he watched his unbothered girlfriend clap her hands together happily.

"You guys want to come to the yacht with us?" She asked them hopefully .

Lando laughed loudly "and get to see you in a bikini for free? Hell yes!" Quickly Dodging the pillow that Charles launched at his head with a curse of his name.

Charles just shook his head at them and stomped back to their bedroom to get Cherrie some pants to wear before she walked out of their house without them again.

The things you do for love. He huffed to himself in disbelief, wondering how she had survived this long on her own in the real world when she forgot something as simple as putting on pants.

Then there was the time at the drivers parade , all of the drivers waving at the screaming fans as they past them by.

Hearing a reporter ask where Cherrie was as she was due to be interviewed then too , her teammate max just shrugging his shoulders and telling them that he hadn't seen her all morning.

Making Charles pause in his conversation with his own interviewer, pursing his lips together as he pulled out his phone to call up his girlfriend to try and find out where the hell she was.

She had told him that she was just going to head to the closest bakery for some breakfast first and that she would meet him at the track after, declining his offer of driving them both there together.

He should have known better than to let the woman who couldn't even remember to put pants on, go off on her own when they needed to be at the parade not even an hour later. Charles knew that she was already in trouble for missing a redbull meeting last week after she had forgotten to set an alarm to wake her up.

His phone rang for a few seconds before cherries bubbly voice came through the line. "Hey baby! What's up?" She casually chirped to him, utterly oblivious to the stress she was currently causing people .

Charles placed his palm over his forehead. Taking in a deep calming breath before answering her. Reminding himself that it wasn't her fault that she was like this.

She was a brilliant driver but her time management? Not so great. And Charles had a feeling that he was going to have to bail her out of her own fuck up again. Like he always did.

"Where are you?" He got straight to the point. Wary of the cameras being pointed at him, giving them a small apologetic smile that was more like a grimace as he leant back against the barrier behind him with a long sigh.

There was a long pause over the line before her voice went a little guilty, but not by much. Instead she sounded more excited than anything else , instantly putting him on edge  .

The last time she had that tone in her voice , he had come home to find a real fucking reindeer in their garden for Christmas. Cherrie casually telling him that they couldn't have a Christmas party without one. Like that was a normal thing to do.

She went out for some wine and came back with a reindeer. Just another casual Tuesday for them.

"I was getting breakfast... but then I passed this pet shop and they had clown fish Charles. Like , real one!" She told him like it was the most amazing thing in the world.

Charles pursed his lips together tightly as he recalled her amazed gasps and coos when she made him watch a documentary on sea life last night. The clownfish becoming her favourite fish that she had seen on there and she had spent almost a hour gushing about how cute they were .

She hasn't stopped talking about the Damn fish until he had to kiss her to get her shut up.

"Cherrie.." he warned her, pleadingly "please don't tell me.." he couldn't even finish the sentence , defeat already setting in because he knew exactly what his girlfriend was like.

Her bright smile was evident even over the phone "I got us a clownfish baby! Well.. I got us two! I didn't want him to be lonely in there." She told him happily.

Charles groaned in misery "for fucks sake Cherrie! We can't have fish- they'll die- you- if I didn't remind you to eat then you'd starve . Never mind a fucking fish!" He exclaimed in disbelief . knowing for a fact that this was going to be his responsibility now.

She huffed "I can look after a fish Charles I promise! I'm just taking mario and Luigi home-"

Charles's eyes widened "you named them-" he shook his head to himself in pure defeat . Shoulders sagging, knowing that there was no point in questioning why she did what she did. He would never get a clear answer on that anyways.

Instead he sighed long and hard "you're supposed to be at the drivers parade right now Cher. You're going to be fined for missing it again." He told her matter of factly, just accepting the fact that he was now going to be a father to two clown fish.

He wondered if this was her way of getting back at him for telling her that they couldn't get a cat.

He now had fish instead. And if he knew his girlfriend like he thought he did then he knew that it wouldn't only stop at two. Before he would know it they would have a full on aquarium in their front room.

He really needed to start keeping a closer eye on her. Especially when she was always pulling shit like this on him at the most random of times. Usually when they were supposed to be working too.

She gasped Loudly in shock "oh my god I completely forgot! Shit! I'm coming now! Cover for me please!"

Charles rolled his eyes to himself. Arms crossed over his chest as he looked up at the people around him listening in. Pierre was giggling beside him, having heard every word. Already pulling out his phone to demand Cherrie to send him pictures of their new clownfish.

"You're unbelievable." Was all he could breath out in disbelief . Never a dull day. "What would you like me to say? You know that I'm a terrible liar!" He whispered shouted down the phone to her, huffing loudly when she just let out a laugh.

Completely Unbothered as usual.

"Just tell them that I got into a fight or something."

Charles's eyes widened in disbelief "how would that help?! That's even worse than going out for breakfast and ending up buying clown fish Cherrie! Oh my god!" He stressed running a hand through his hair and side glaring at his giggling friend who was enjoying every minute of his constant suffering.

"I Love you baby but I've gotta get going . I'll be there soon!" Was all she said bedore ending their call.

Charles Quickly pulling up their text thread and angrily typing away.

I'm going to kill you for this. If these fish die we are not burying them in our garden like you made me do with that spider you stepped on!

I meant it Cherrie. I'm not covering for you again.

Then he paused For a moment after sending those two texts, quickly typing up another one.

Also I love you too. But Wait for me to say it back before ending the call Cherrie Pls.

Btw still not happy about these clownfish. You're never getting breakfast on your own ever again.

Now hurry up. Be safe and get here without any more pets please. Thank u.

Love u.

He then switched off his phone and sighed long and hard. Sending a apologetic smile to the camera crew and interviewer in front of him.

"Sorry about that.." he let out a nervous laugh. Shifting on his feet awkwardly as he tried to come up with a excuse to why their driver and his girlfriend was m.I.a. "Cherrie is.." he struggled to not call her crazy.

Was that not a good enough of a excuse?

"She's stuck in traffic after fighting off a-a bear." He blurted out like the terrible liar that he was.

Max looked over at him like he was insane "we're in England mate. There are no bears here." He told him in confusion. Wondering if he was alright.

Pierre was crying beside him, his high pitched laughter aggravating him as he sent his unhelpful friend a sharp glare.

"A bear? Did I say a bear?" He let out another bark of nervous laughter , face reddening by the second . "I meant a bee! Yes, a bee! One flew into the car and she had to pull over to get rid of it. That's why she's late!" He nodded his own head along to his own bullshit as though that would make them believe him faster.

No one believed him.

And when Cherrie finally arrived at the Grand Prix, an hour later with a beaming smile on her face as she proudly showed him all the pictures that she had taken of their new clown fish.

Charles could only sigh and wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace, burying his face into her neck and closing his eyes in defeat as she continued to ramble about all the fish that they were going to get next.

She was so lucky that he loved her because he was certain that the day a grey hair popped up on his head, it was going to be her doing. In fact he was surprised he wasn't yet balding with each situation she ended up dragging him into.

Thank god he loved her more than life itself . And At least she was pretty. That was something . It definitely made up for her.. .spontaneity. Yeah. That was it.

Then there was that time that they had planned a romantic getaway to the islands . He was still in their bedroom making sure that they had everything that they needed packed for their holiday, not trusting Cherrie to do it.

He had learned from past mistakes when he had left her to it. He had landed in Spain with a Empty suitcase and his packed suitcase left at home behind the door because she had forgotten to put it in their Car. Even though he had reminded her about doing it at least once every .. like , four minutes!

But today was going to be different. He made sure of it. He had everything planned out and both of their suitcases packed. With his own hands. No Cherrie interference at all. And it was going good! Just like he had planned.

All Cherrie needed to do was drive them to the airport. There was no way anything could go wrong or be forgotten. All thanks to him.

He was feeling quite proud of himself for this. Finally .. a trip where nothing could go wrong for him!

"Have you got your passport and ID ?!" He shouted down the stairs to her as he quickly went to the bathroom to go to the toilet before they left.

"Yes! It's in my bag!" She called back up to him loudly .

"Keys?"

"Yes!"

"Phone?!"

"Yes!"

"Your card and your money?!"

"Yes. Check and check baby!"

Charles exhaled in relief. Smiling to himself smugly "great! Get the car started then! We can leave now!" He shouted down to her excitedly .

"Okay!" He heard her shout up to him equally as excited before the front door slammed shut behind her as she went out to get his car.

As Charles washed his hands and shut off all their lights , he quickly walked down their stairs to grab his suitcase to put in his car. Having already put cherries in there that morning.

He was wheeling it towards their door, hearing the engine of his Ferrari Rev up as he typed in their alarm code ready to lock up.

Only to freeze in his plane and frown in confusion as he heard the engine sound grow further and further away.

"No. There's no fucking way." He breathed out in disbelief with wide eyes as he quickly swung open the door and rushed out to their driveway.

Looking around to Where his girlfriend should have been waiting for him in his car to drive them both to the airport for their flight.

Only there was no car and there was no Cherrie.

She had left without him!

He gaped at the spot where his car had been in pure disbelief for a long moment before quickly pulling out his phone and calling her up.

Shaking his head to himself as he paced in front of their front door in disbelief , looking at his lone suitcase beside him with with a gaping mouth.

One job. He thought in pure shock. She had one job and she had left him behind. Him!

She had Forgotten him! Her own boyfriend. She had forgotten to take him with her! He couldn't believe it!

What drugs was his girlfriend on?!

"Hello?" She finally picked up and he could hear taylor swift blaring in the background as she casually sang along . Seemingly still oblivious to the fact that she had forgotten something very crucial to bring along with her

He exhaled angrily, gritting his teeth "Cherrie! Do you think that you've misplaced something?!" He snapped at her in disbelief. Utterly Insulted .

It was one think to forget her pants and to forget her keys but him?! To forget him?! This was too much!

There was a long pause as she looked around her car in confusion while she continued breeze towards the highway to get them to the airport. Buzzed on coffee and Taylor swift , she had no idea what he was going on about.

Frowning slightly to herself as she hummed "I don't think so. I've got everything like you told me to. I've put our passports on the passenger seat so that I can't forget them this time." She told him proudly as she glanced at said passports on the leather seat beside her.

Charles buried his face into his hands, groaning in pure disbelief. "Cher.. baby.." he sighed out unable to believe what was happening right now .

"It doesn't matter if you've got my passport. In fact it's pretty useless on its own." He stated . Sitting himself down on their front doorstep, suitcase beside him as he glared out to the empty driveway in front of him. Furious.

Cherrie was confused , with absolutely no idea to what he was going on about. "What? Why? Is it out of date or something?" She questioned him worriedly .

Charles couldn't help but chuckle , unable to help himself despite how pissed off he was at her for forgetting him.

He couldn't help but be a little amused.

This was such a Cherrie thing to do. Talking to him about their passports over the phone and not even realising he wasn't beside her . She'd forget herself if she could! He was sure of it!

His own passport had stolen his passenger seat in his own fucking car! Unbelievable!

"No cherrie. But it's pretty hard to get onto the plane with the invisible man. Look beside you again babe." He instructed her sternly , shaking his head to himself as he closed his eyes shut in pure exasperation.

Cherrie glanced to the passenger seat with a frown. Seeing nothing but their passports there. "What are you on about Charles? We don't have time for this! We're going to be late!" She exclaimed getting annoyed with his strange questions now.

"Don't you trust me to get us there in one piece? I've check listed everything off that we needed!" she huffed to him. Annoyed.

Charles snorted out a laugh, grinning in absolute disbelief. "You're missing one thing. In fact - you've forgotten the most important thing of all!"

She hesitated , worried. "What?"

He sighed "who's car are you driving Cherrie?"

She was wary , glancing down at the Ferrari wheel she was gripping tightly . "Yours-?"

"And where am I?" He slowly asked her , already texting in the group-chat to update all of their friends of what she had done now. Knowing that Pierre was going to have a field day with this.

Cherrie looked at the empty seats and let out a loud gasp as she realised what she had done and just what was missing . Eyes going wide as she quickly did a U turn as soon as she possibly could, speeding back down the road in the direction that she had just come from.

"Oh my god baby! I am so sorry!" She shouted in shock. Heart racing in her chest as she realised that she had left without her poor boyfriend. Stranding him on their doorstep with his suitcase like a dumped boyfriend. "Shit! Charles-"

He laughed. He had to. The anger quickly disappearing as he thought about how funny this actually was . In fact, he was surprised she hadn't forgotten him sooner!

"Just hurry up and pick me back up please baby ." He snorted in amusement as he hauled himself back up to his feet.

Grabbing his suitcase handle and wheeling it across their driveway to wait at the end of their driveway for her instead.

Ten minutes later and his Ferrari came screeching to a stop in front of him, a guilty Cherrie opening the passenger side door for him as she smiled at him awkwardly.

"Er-sorry about that honey. I just-" she scratched at her neck nervously. Flushed and flustered as she looked at her boyfriend who was still shaking his head at her in disbelief as he out his suitcase in the car and climbed in straight after.

Buckling himself in he slowly turned his head to look at the love of his life beside him. Scanning her pretty face silently for a moment before simply uttering "we're going to bleach your hair back blonde Cherrie. Because this is Just unacceptable and you need a warning sign. People need to know what they're getting into with you."

She leaned over to give him a couple of kisses, kissing all over his cheeks and nose apologetically while Charles pouted at her unhappily. Not pleased with being left behind.

"I'm sorry baby! I was listening to Taylor .. getaway car and I just started driving! I didn't even think!" She tried to defend herself as she pulled away from their home. Having got everything she needed now as she started the second journey to the airport , this time with her most precious cargo with her.

Charles just sighed and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers together before placing their hands on his thigh as he gazed over at her with a arch of his brow.

"I can't believe that you forgot me." He stated still in disbelief .

Wondering how far she would have gotten if he hadn't had called her up to tell her that she had left him behind.

He had a awful feeling that she would have arrived at their holiday alone before realising that it was a little too quite to be normal.

Cherrie grimaced "I didn't forget you.. I just-" she glanced over at him with a flustered smile.

"Misplaced you?"

He scoffed at her, offended . "fantastic. You misplaced me like you misplaced your AirPods in Bahrain." He muttered, smirking to himself in amusement.

Cherrie groaned loudly in embarrassment "no! No! Fucking hell babe... I'm sorry! I've just not slept enough last night. I just assumed you were with me. You usually are ." She replied to him honestly.

Charles chuckled "what. In spirit?" He grinned at her , rolling his eyes . "And it's your fault that you're tired. I told you that having a sex marathon the night before our early flights were a bad idea but did you listen?" He glanced at their matching hickeys pointedly .

"No you did not. Because that's something you're incapable of doing." He said matter of factly .

She huffed at him again . Narrowing her eyes at him briefly . "It is your fault. You came to bed with that bandana on... you knew exactly what you were doing Charles! You seduced me!" She accused him loudly.

He just laughed slyly , getting comfortable in his seat as he lifted their intertwined hands to his lips. Kissing her knuckles gently.

"Not my fault that you have a bandana kink." He smirked smugly at her . Loving the way she reacted to him so easily.

It was a definitely a confidence booster to know that he wasn't the only one in their relationship that got turned on at the simplest that the other did.

Charles was crazy for her. Like one look at her smile and he turned into a horny rabbit type of crazy.

But Cherrie was the exact same with him too . And now Charles always kept his bandana in his pocket just to tease her whenever he wanted to.

Three years together and they still lusted after each-other like horny teenagers . The spark had never dulled and never faded. He didn't think that it ever would.

Sex was one thing. But sex with the love of his life? That was a whole new level. She was a goddess and Charles couldn't wait to marry her and grow a family together.

But he would probably have to remind her of their wedding on the day so that she wouldn't accidentally miss it like she did at her sisters. And hopefully when they had kids, she wouldn't accidental misplace them too.

Cherrie laughed "not true. I have a you kink baby. Everything you do makes me want you...except when you eat my last cookie without-" she started to complain about her stolen cookie again.

Charles was quick to cut her off. "You don't get to complain about that after you've just nearly left the country without me Cherrie!" He warned her with a smirk. Planning to hold this over her head for a long time now.

She glared over at him playfully . Smiling despite herself when he leaned over to kiss the side of her mouth a couple of times , muttering that he loved her against her cheek.

"Don't make me wish that I did baby." She joked while pushing his head away from her so that she could focus on the road.

Charles just smiled and leaned back in his seat, pulling up his phone to take some candid pictures of the love of his life. Admiring the way the morning sunlight came through the window and highlighted her face perfectly .

"Love you. Even though you forgot me." He muttered as he scrolled through his camera roll to look at the pictures he had taken of her.

She just sighed "yeah. Yeah. Sorry again.." she then reached forward to put her queen Taylor back on as she sped down the highway in his Ferrari. With Charles this time.

There was a short pause before Charles looked back over at her with a dissatisfied frown. "Cherrie!" He exclaimed , looking at her impatiently.

She glanced over at him in confusion "what now?"

"Say it back!" He demanded to her.

It was a rule of theirs. To never leave a 'I love you' empty handed. You never knew what was going to happen with the life they lived so it was important to always let the other person know how much you loved them. Always.

Cherrie smiled fondly and squeezed his fingers three times, laughing softly. Utterly in love with this man beside her .

"Sorry! I love you too! And I like you. I loved you yesterday and I love you even more today. And I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives. Okay?" She glanced over at him for approval. Smiling softly.

Charles flushed red . Sinking down into his seat with a flustered smile as he shyly laughed , teeth digging into his bottom lip as he looked at the love of life with a content sigh.

"Yeah. That's perfect. Thank you." He simply replied while grinning at her like a lovesick idiot .

She just laughed loudly , amused at him for thanking her for her love. "Don't thank me Charles! Now put on king of my heart next please!" She instructed him with a smile.

Charles did as she said with a smug smirk on his face "that's what I am to you." He proudly stated.

She nodded her head in agreement , there was no point denying it. They were in love. That kind of love that made others sick with envy.

"You know it baby!"

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Silly headcanons for LU boys!

Time: While he claims to fear nothing, if he saw Princess Ruto, he'd be running for the hills shouting "Not today demon!". He calls Malon "wifey" as his main pet name for her, but will also call her "Sweets" "darling" and "love"

Warriors: He's trans. Fight me on that. My guy has gotten the surgeries he can pay for, and he's happy about that. He also grew up in a more dangerous place so he knows a lot more than he lets on. He's an amazing pick-pocket and can, if he wanted to, stab you literally in the back without even Wolfie or Wild know he was there. Sneaky sneaky. His fear, because I thought it was funny and because he doesn't know the difference between a cow and a bull and has seen too many rodeos as a kid, is cows.

Twilight: SUPER delicate. For how strong he is, he has no idea if one hug will squish someone. He also, even though he's been told not to, will juggle the goats. Don't worry, he asks beforehand to make sure the goats will be okay with it. Twilight is also a HUGE Mama's boy. While he loves his father Time *cough cough*, getting validation from MALON sends him to the stars. Lastly, his fear, because as Wolfie he accidentally breathed them in, is ants.

Sky: We all know him for being sweet and kind and a total beast when someone hurts those he loves, but he also, after hurting those people, will apologize for hurting them cause he suddenly feels really guilty about it. Sometimes, if he gets the chance, he'll carve minifigures of the others and hide them in his pouch, when the others finally found out, his pouch was overflowing with animals, but mostly them. Sky would be the type of person to carve the lead in pencils. His fear, scarecrows. Do I need to say more?

Legend: Oh boy, here we go, Legend is autistic. That's the main thing. Anytime his orchard gives a good production of apples, he gets really excited and will word vomit to anyone close by most of the time it's Ravio since they live together and are dating. He may be an awful cook, but his baking skills can challenge even Wild. He mainly bakes apple desserts, but loves to try new recipes, as long as no one gets in his way. He's a big neat freak and feels really embarrassed when someone sees his house as a mess. Being a hoarder and a neat freak is hard though, so he ends up trying to clean everything and it looks barely better then before. His moto, like mine, is: "if I don't do it now, it'll never get done." Which leads him to collapsing from exhaustion because he tries to do everything at once. Legend has bad joints, surprise surprise, so he drinks tea in the morning and at night to counter that. Because of this cute story I read, I think that whenever Legend is around people that he loves, in a home that he feels safe in, because of a side effect of being Bunny, he will fall asleep right then and there. Finally, Legend fears thunderstorm, for obvious reasons, loosing more people he loves, quite obvious, and Cuccos, also obvious.

Hyrule: Also a Mama's boy. Even though he doesn't know his Mama, though he soon will, he likes to hang around Malon when on the farm and ask all the questions he can think of. He can't read, like most believe, or write, but he is surprisingly really good at interpretation and reading lips. His fear, water, poor baby can't swim and has had too much trauma around it.

Wild: This one's a lot too. Wild is also autistic, and a huge introvert. When first introduced to the chain, he either ran away, or would hide in trees most of the time out of fear of them. Wild actually collects makeup, and dresses, and is really good at hair and applying makeup, though he can't do his own hair for squat. Wild has insanely good hearing from "growing up" in the middle of nowhere, and acts animalistic, ex: growling when he feels he's in danger, whimpering when in pain, when he yelps it sounds more like a yip, curling up in a tight ball when he sleeps. Wild, though he hunts a lot, actually really loves animals, and takes care to only hunt the animals if there are too many, or if the animal is sick or injured beyond repair. When he has a memory, his heart stops and he stops breathing, almost like his spirit has been transported to that point in time. Super supporter in anything, unless it's something that's harmful to his family, ex: transphobia, homophobia, making sexual comments to those who are asexual and/or not interested. Is afraid of anything that reminds him of the Shrine of Resurrection.

Four: Any and every time he exits a portal, his mind splits so the colors are there, but Four is physically the only one there. His shadow always seems to move on its own, and he sometimes talks to it when he's feeling down. If he's given a recipe, he's a decent cook, but without one, his food would turn out like Hyrule's. When he's not spilt, his fingernails are painted. Thumb black, pointer green, middle blue, ring violet, pinky red. When at the farm, he snatches all of the groups armor, weapons, and shields and repairs them, otherwise his favorite chore is to tend to the horses. His fear, I think it's obvious, loosing more people he loves.

Wind: The air around him always smells of salt, and he never seems to run out of energy. Though he hates being the youngest of the group, he does take advantage of it to get away with doing stupid things, until he gets hurt, then he gets in trouble. Being youngest, he obviously gets baby, but there are times where he is the one babying one of the others, and those are times he uses to manipulate the others. He is a pirate, pirate equals treasure hunter, also pick-pocket, also knowing every swear in the book, also having a flask of rum. When the others learn of this, Time confiscates his flask until he discovers non-alcoholic stuff that tastes the same, never telling Wind. Wind's fear, Time's disappointed look.

I wrote this in my headcanon age order, do what you wish with this 😈

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

p5 hs au where they’re mostly all musical theater losers except one day transfer delinquent akira decides to try out for the winter musical and gets the lead male role despite having absolutely no vocal and or acting experience at all and akechi—dedicated to his craft nerd, semi-spotlight hoarder—is infuriated at this, even more so that he was chosen to be this delinquent’s understudy despite readily earning all other male leads prior. to make matters worse akira seems to genuinely want his friendship and everyone else in the department adores him so akechi has to be cordial and their relationship slowly progresses from akechi laying in bed at night weighing the merits of poisoning akira right before opening night to him begrudgingly agreeing to help run lines in the goddamn attic of his uncle’s cafe that was supposedly his residence for the whole delinquent-expulsion thing he’d wedged himself into to him kind-of-sort-of-maybe enjoying his company outside of rehearsal more—platonically, obviously, no really, because goro didn’t even swing that way to begin with, just because he was a broadway geek didn’t make him gay, alright—he’d expected (sumire teases him about this relentlessly and it almost makes him want to pull a poisoning stunt on her instead. but then who would be the show’s leading lady?). and of course, the musical opens without a hitch, and goro sneaks into the audience for act I and wonders why he ever doubted kawakami’s casting in the first place, because akira’s voice is strong and melodic and echoes—yes, it fucking echoes throughout the cheap auditorium, mic and all—and there’s the slightest hint of perspiration upon his brow and goro can see the sheen of the makeup he’d applied to the former’s face long before the show had began, and, in any and all ways, he is the perfect prince eric to sumire’s ariel, and if there’s a something in his chest every time akira sings or acts or dances and absolutely enraptures the audience with his stupidly magnetic everything, goro chalks it up to the magic of theater. intermission arrives much too soon, and he sneaks backstage to revitalize the cast for a stellar act II, and suddenly akira is dragging him to a secluded dressing room, eyes wide and frantic and he tells him that he can’t do this, he’s not an actor, he’s not a singer, and he is certainly not a prince eric and at the end of all this rambling he tells goro that he has to go out there in the next act in his stead because god knows that he was more deserving of the role than akira himself ever was and he’s probably just making a huge fool out of himself and their entire department out on stage and sumire deserves a fellow lead who has far more experience and talent that he could ever provide—and then, there are lips on his. it’s quick and chaste because it is intermission after all, and they’re on a time crunch, but goro knocks their foreheads together, not caring in the slightest about tarnishing akira’s makeup, and they breathe in each other’s being, and, well, akira’s been wanting that kiss for far longer—the first time he saw goro—than he’s willing to admit, and when the former tells him to get it the fuck together because he’s killing it out there and also the crowd would probably beat akechi with hammers if he replaced him because, yes, akira’s performance had been so astonishing and riveting even only one act down so far, he laughs softly, helplessly perhaps, and then he nods, trying desperately not to cry because he doesn’t think he has the time to fix his makeup any more extensively than he already will have to in the next few minutes.

so akechi send akira back on stage to finish the musical, and he watches from the audience once more as the chemistry between the two leads, as well as just about everything akira does, enraptures the whole audience, and their performance concludes with deafening applause. they nearly collide with one another, both desperate to reach the other post-performance, and he hugs akira so tightly and laughs and cheers so loudly that it’s drawing slight attention, not that akechi would ever care about what anyone thinks anyways, and he certainly displays his lack of care for passerby-confusion when he’s pulling akira into a kiss so deep, so desperately-desired by both for so long that they’re lost in each other completely, so lost that they don’t hear sumire’s light, amused gasp or the click of ann’s polaroid, because why would they break a moment they both want to stay in forever? and akechi thinks to himself, maybe he could get used to this guy stealing his roles if it meant he gets to occasionally wake up in the attic above a homely little cafe with a cat purring next to him and grey eyes staring forever into his.

[eeeeuuughggg]

nina the killer hcs

nina is a MASSIVE kleptomaniac. she steals whatever she can get her hands on, and is rarely caught. whenever she is, she runs like her life depends on it - heels rapidly clicking on the surface of the malls linoleum floors.

her stealing habits have led to her being a little bit of a hoarder, but nonetheless her room is still mainly clean. it's semi-messy, stolen things like stickers, accessories and shitty kmart piercings and jewellery in the corner of her room. she doesn't have enough boxes to throw them in and put under her bed. 

her LED lights are always on a hot pink, otherwise theyre flashing rainbow colours to the beat of her music. 

several band posters and just general posters of things she likes. hello kitty posters, graphic design that suitors to her taste, whatnot. 

has a flip phone that's seperate to her cellphone, and when she hangs up a call she dramatically slams it shut. 

speaking of, her phone has hundreds of stickers under and on the case. these stickers are accompanied by a cute little beaded keychain she made herself. 

she also has one of those cute little digital cameras, she goes to kmart often and when she's not stealing, she's printing out pictures to put on her wall. (she has a photo wall)

she makes lots of loomband and kandi bracelets and accessories in her free time, usually friendship bracelets to give to her friends. 

on her social media, she posts her 'borrowing' hauls. (she has a whole private story on snapchat just for her stolen goods.)

she also has a whole pinterest board dedicated to tips and tricks for stealing or other illegal things. she loves tagging, her little calling sign is a skull wearing a pink bow. 

nina is SO loud. she just talks really loud, and swears like a sailor. she'll drop something and in the midst of bending over to pick it up, she'll shout 37 curses. "oh fucking whore, dumb cunt, i dropped my fucking-"

adding on to her being loud, she's unbelievably good at singing. if you go out drinking with her, it's not uncommon that she'll beeline for the karaoke machine and unironically still sing amazingly despite the fact she's totally wasted. 

her music taste is also really good. it's not a WIDE range, but it's a range of similarity in certain ways. she's a hardcore ayesha stan, fight me. she really gives off 2010's myspace. she's a walking throwback. 

if you ever feel down about yourself, she'll TOTALLY have a girls day with you. doesn't matter your gender or anything, it's a girls day and you're not getting out of it. she'll do your makeup, you'll go shopping, get manicures together.

or, if you prefer something more quiet and cheaper, she'll doordash the two of you snacks and you're gonna watch twilight while gossiping and doing each other's nails. 

she's kind of a smoker mom.. but like, she unironically gives really good advice and takes care of you like you're her child. (that is, if she likes you.)

nina is SUCH a cat. like a hyper ass cat. u could distract her with a laser pointer and it would work. 

[belphiesgirlfriend]

Judging Obey me! Brothers bedrooms/hcs cause why not

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Lucifer:

• freakishly neat

• like you know those people that are so perfect/symmetrical that they’re almost scary, that’s his room

• type of guy to say “ah i was just tidying up, this place is such a mess!” and one thing on his desk is moved a centimeter to the left

• satan and belphie definitely come in there sometimes and move everything off by an inch

• it fucking enrages him

• he gets on the brothers asses to clean their rooms

• they don’t listen

• at most, if he’s drunk or had a really long day he might leave his clothes on the floor or his toothbrush out

• he’s such an old man he’d be doing math equations to fold his fucking sheets exactly

• really though, i feel like it’s a total control thing

• i mean my dudes entire life is out of his control, a pride demon, who’s very about control

• his brothers don’t really listen to him, he’s indebted to diavolo, etc.

• i think it probably brings him a lot of comfort to have one controlled space for himself, where he knows where everything is and has everything how he wants it

• sorry got a little deep but yk

• also???? the skeleton dude??????

• like i love him he’s iconic BUT WHY LMAO

• imagine you wake up in the middle of the night AND IT FUCKING MOVES

• nah i’d be packing my bags and staying at purgatory hall for the rest of the week thank you!

• coming back with a bible and some holy water

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Mammon:

• complete and utter 180

• his room is such a mess it’s a problem

• plates, glasses, ramen cups, wrappers, all over his nightstand and floor

• when the garbage is going out he’ll come down the stairs balancing so much trash he could make a goddamn acrobat jealous😭

• only thing that’s truly spotless is his car

• if you nag him enough he’ll clean up a bit though, though definitely complain

• clothes are a whole other thing, he has an insane amount of clothing, not more than asmo, but a genuinely absurd amount

• because of this, his floor is always covered in clothes

• his room is probably one of the messiest, rivaled only by belphie

• but mammon definitely wins by a long shot

• the biggest reason his rooms a mess is just cause of the pure amount of stuff he has

• bros a grade A hoarder, he’s got stuff in there you didn’t even think existed

• he also just,, isn’t in his room super often

• he likes going out and doing stuff, plus he’s usually working jobs + modeling to fund his spending

• and if he’s not, then he’s probably in mc’s room so it makes sense he doesn’t care as much

• his bathroom though…is surprisingly clean

•on the surface at least

• he’s got a shit ton of skincare and hygiene products, some makeup too (definitelyyy not stolen from asmo)

• he’s a model so he definitely takes good care of himself

• though..i don’t think he’d ever deep clean his bathroom, or know to, if you asked him he’d be like “what no?? the sink cleans itself with the water!”💀

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Levi:

• his room really isn’t all that dirty

• i mean he’s in there all the time so it’s at the very least habitable

• his biggest issue is really just having a bunch of dirty dishes he’s too “busy” to take down to the kitchen

• his idea of busy is being huddled up in blankets watching season 3 of “I’m a generic anime protagonist who just met a really pretty girl at school but i’m painfully socially awkward and then i find out she’s my childhood friend who moved away???”

• his figures though…

• shockingly well taken care of, like he’s literally the perfect owner he cleans and dusts them obsessively

• if anyone touches them, he knows.

• he has them positioned in a very specific way, he’s able to notice even the slightest discrepancy

• he’s a really good caretaker to the things he cares about

• henry 2.0 for example, his tank is always spotless, he’s well fed and treated very well.

• levi is also very hygienic, he takes good care of himself too generally,

• though he sometimes needs to be reminded to eat, drink, sleep, etc. cause of a new anime or game coming out

•when that happens he’s even more holed up in his room, if he’s close with the mc he might drag them with him, prepare yourself to be trapped in there

• his setup is godly, i don’t know much about pc building but i know he has the good shit

• you’ve seen his room, bro has 4 monitors WHO NEEDS THAT MANY?!?!?!?

• got the mic with the pop filter too you know he’s absolutely violating the other people in the cod lobby

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Satan:

• messy, but not dirty

• cluttered would probably be the best word

• his main issue is just his INSANE amount of books and cat hair…lots of cat hair.

• when he’s fostering a cat his bed is covered in the stuff it’s horrible

• the cat may be cute but the full sized scarf you can make out of its hair sure isn’t!

• you better hope your mc isn’t allergic cause you literally won’t be able to enter his room if you are

• not to say he doesn’t clean it, cause he does, he has that sticky rolly thingy

•but i swear to god it’s like it’s glitter THERES ALWAYS MORE😭😭

• his books are a fucking hazard

• cause why are the stacks so high and so close to his bed💀

• i know for a fact they’ve collapsed on him while he was sleeping

• multiple times

• he’s learned not to keep any cursed books in the stacks by his bed as a result of this

• also with that fucking candle right there???????

• bro has no self preservation skills apparently

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Asmo:

• goes without saying, he’s neat

• not a clean freak like lucifer, but he likes to have everything in order to make his life easier

• his makeup and skincare especially, he has a mini fridge for it and all

• an absurd amount of perfume too, his room is like a bath and body works but with more high end stuff

• this extends to his bags too, if your out or at RAD and need perfume he’s gonna pull out like 6 and be like “take your pick!”

• but back to his room, his room smells so fucking good

• it also just has a really calming energy, it’s very comfy

• he’s strict though, no outside clothes on his bed, shoes off at the door, etc. etc.

• there’s usually a lot of bags around from his shopping sprees

• type of dude to have a white noise machine or something when he sleeps just get that vibe from him

• another clutter guy, his room is one of the best with cleanliness, but there’s lots of stuff in his room, it’s cute though, he pulls it off

• i really don’t have any complaints about his room at all, it’s cute and clean so he gets a pass

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Beel:

•hmmm

•i’m putting beel and belphie’s separate cause i’m criticizing their separate sides

• he’s not overly clean but not overly dirty either

• his room really is a perfect limbo

• except for his bed

• his bed is fucking disgusting

• i just know theres crumbs EVERYWHERE

• you lie in his bed and it makes a fucking crunch sound

• okay joking he’s not that nasty, i’m sure he’d probably change his sheets frequently

• if for no other reason, cause of belphie getting annoyed at him cause his beds uncomfy to lay on

• but with all the midnight snacking he does i would not be surprised if he brought half the fridge back with him at night

• his room itself i’m thinking is pretty clean, probably some clothes on the floor etc, but he never lets it get too bad

• unlike some people (i am staring directly at mammon and belphie)

• when he has his midnight escapades he pretty much always brings the dishes back in the morning so it’s not a huge problem.

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Belphie:

• clothes everywhere

• him and mammon definitely are the worst offenders

• but listen he probably doesn’t let it get nearly as bad as mammons cause of him trying to be considerate of beel

• but if he was in a room alone…good god

• he just simply doesn’t have the energy to put shit away

• some things will sit on his floor for weeks, months, years, decades, before he moves it

• a lot of the time it winds up being beel who grabs his stuff and puts it where it’s supposed to be

• this is why he’s such a brat, always getting spoiled smh

• his bed though..

• the most comfortable thing you will ever have the privilege of laying on

• there’s so many blankets and a shitload of pillows, it smells good, ur instantly so warm and comfy and the mattress is so soft you literally sink into it

• it feels like you’re literally on a cloud you’ll never find a better sleeping spot

• no wonder he never wants to get up

• i cant help but think that the twins room is a little boring, so it’s hard to give a lot of commentary on it

• i wish there was more personality like with the other bedrooms in the HOL

• seriously though they gave them the 2017 opposite twins sims 4 speedbuild delux😭

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