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hey happy new years! you doing alright? i miss your posts<3

Hello and happy New Years to you as well! I am still here, I’ve taken a break because of college finals and then Winter break because my other family members were visiting from uni. I also suffer pretty badly from an anxiety disorder that really messes with my focus and it gets worse during winter some years. 😥

I was actually going to make a post today about it because I thought I’ve worried people by dropping off like this.

I have gotten back to work on a bigger project and a few comics I’m chipping away at, part 2 to the post movie comic, possibly another part for mama Leonardo and one with both Raphs. I’m also working on to answers from my ask box as well. I’m not used to so much activity on one of my blogs to be honest! ^^”

Here’s a doodle for the comic I hope to finish soon, it’s like 5-6 pages so fingers crossed really.

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

He did? Umm.. what happened exactly?

(referring to this post)

my 11th grade chemistry teacher had an associates degree in liberal arts.

you know how in virtually every class you’ve ever had since middle school, your teachers made a big stink about the syllabus? she didn’t have one. this was her first teaching job, which she got because of her length experience as a substitute, not by her licensing qualifications. we were, at first, excited to have her, because she was a “fun sub” and we were 17 years old and stupid as all shit. we were the “normal chem” class in a system where the only other options were “honors chem” which was filled with children who actually know how to study (or cheat) and have an air of proper student activity, and “AP Chem”, which is clear enough if you’ve been an american student in the last 15 years.

she followed the mcgraw hill chemistry book in order of chapters, despite the fact that our state standardized tests did several of the chapters out of order. ever notice how you’ll suddenly be looking at chapter 11 when just last week you were on chapter 5, then the next week you’re on chapter 8? standardized testing is the reason. anyways by asking my friends in other classes who had chemistry teachers of relative competence, i was able to discern which chapters i should focus on, and while she was distracted with literally watching youtube videos all period, I was turning around in my seat and walking across the classroom helping my friends and enemies with the packets. (she was a two-packets-a-week kinda teacher.)

yes i said enemies too. the people i hated, i hated because they were sons of bitches i wouldnt piss on to put out a fire. i hated them so dearly i used to pray to god that they would bump into me so i could throw myself into the concrete and split my forehead open and get them expelled due to the blood-clause of our “zero-tolerance policy”. two of the kids in my class had, only the previous year, attempted to set my hair on fire.

i hated the teacher more. 

it gave me extreme pleasure to see her fume and clench her fists when a student would say “i need help” across the classroom and she would move to get up and they would say “oh not you miss, im waiting for vicky.” jesus christ the only time ive ever felt a comparable high was when i was at a halloween party in college where i was literally so zooted i couldn’t move.

it got worse over time, her getting more and more angry, my ego growing larger and larger. i was a huge bitch in high school, i really thought i was the smartest bitch in the room at any given moment. severe main character syndrome. imagine that kind of person actually being right for 45 minutes out of every day. can you even comprehend the kind of frustration that would create? in a room full of little sociopaths who dont give a shit about anything but getting this joke of a class over with so they can graduate? your first real teaching job and they look right past you, the teacher, to this annoying little shit whose grades are completely abysmal? how are they managing to learn anything from a child who can barely speak in front of more than 10 people? who turns cherry red in the face of literally every authority figure in the building except you? who can’t concentrate and stay still in one spot for more than five minutes? all of your other classes behave! they listen! they sit down and shut up and do the packets! so what fucking gives!!!

so you say “fine, since you all HATE ME so much i just won’t teach then!!!” on literally week fucking ten of teaching. and instead of prostrating themselves before you, begging you to like... point at transparencies and read directly from powerpoints i guess.

and they all collectively say “okay” and let the chipmunk child flutter between desks and help them memorize formulas and mnemonic devices and shit. surely her grades will suffer if she’s constantly dealing with other people and you’ll have justification that her horseshit is “distracting” and “a detriment to her studies”. she got bored gave up on that after two days after nothing changed.

then we did the midterm.

except at the end of the exam packet was something we never learned because again, she was going through the book chronologically. because i actually enjoyed the chem book (so much that i stole it when the year was up lmao), i knew the material.

it was about lewis dots/structures. i couldn’t tell you a damn thing about it today but in december 2010 i absolutely knew that shit. i didnt have too much of a problem with it in the exam, but the students who had gotten to that point were complaining and at first she pulled that “you should have been studying independently uwu” shit but the class was about to get loud during exam period so she shushed us and said that when we get to that point, just stop, and she’ll mark it correct during grading, no harm no foul just keep it quiet. one of the more confrontational students called horseshit and said theres no way we’re trusting that and there’s definitely no way anyone will keep an entire classroom cheating at the instruction of the teacher quiet.

i offered to teach it.

she scoffed, rolled eyes, said “sure fine but you can’t get your exam back” and i said “okay.” so when everyone was to the point in the exam, we piled them all on her desk and i used the whiteboard to briefly and quietly explain lewis dots, used the book examples and problems, and helped the other kids understand. there were a couple exam questions that were lifted straight from the book problems so i skipped those. while teaching i realized i had gotten a couple wrong which sucked :( it was an incredibly stupid experience overall, and no teacher worth the paper their certification is printed on would have allowed that to happen. and fucking yet.

anyways everyone but me got their exams back and finished it and many of us passed, only a few of them did particularly well.

discussing the chem exam with friends who also took the chem exam, many students found their anecdote about the lewis dots to be confounding, for you see, the exam we took was not, in fact, the midterm, but the god damned final.

she had us taking the fucking final because she didnt read the fucking folders which read “midterm” and “final exam” on them

she was reprimanded severely and we all had to take the exam on different days, in different classrooms, sitting very far apart. after that she hated me even more. like girl it was your fault lmao i am literally a teenager grow up lol. anyways you can imagine how much more fucking insufferable i became, knowing how miserable she was.

it all came to a head in february when some students were giggling quietly following a minor fuck up on her part regarding bellwork. they were making fun of her like “are you sure thats not tomorrows bellwork lol” and a friend next to me did the “hey i need help wait no miss not you sorry” thing and when i answered him, she solidly snapped. blah blah YOURE SOOOO DISTRACTING blah blah YOU THINK YOURE SOOOO SMART DONT YOU blah blah blah and she was like demanding i leave the room and shouting at the top of her lungs at me “ YOU POISON THE MINDS OF EVERY OTHER STUDENT HERE. YOU’RE POISONOUS VICTORIA, YOU’RE A VIRUS IN THIS CLASSROOM.”

i will never forget that line as long as i live. it was like crack to me. i moved to open the door to leave and the vp opened it first. he escorted me to the office and asked me what happened, then told me to keep my head down in class from now on, and that if i wanted to help my friends i should give them my number and help them out on our own time. i was like “bro thats really stupid” and he was like “thats all we can do right now but i promise we’re working on it”

i lasted the rest of the year giving smug smiles as we did packet after fucking packet for the rest of the year. they were all take-home work. i wasnt comfy giving my number to my enemies. the class camaraderie ended.

the final was altered. my class took a different final than the rest of the normal chem classes.

i started 12th grade and got a solid case of senioritis. i told that story to anyone who would listen. while it was happening, i obviously told my favorite teacher everything as it happened. when i mentioned it senior year he was like “oh yeah i forgot about her,

she was fired over the summer.”

[always5hineee]

Hell and Back- Chapter 33: A Halfway Leap (Trials 50-60)

Word count: 3839

Chapter warnings: Mild language, strong themes, severe gore

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       The Faith Trials would end up being the least favorite of hers in the bunch.

       Looking back on her own story, she never would have guessed the shit she was about to be put through. It was unimaginable, and yet, she had nothing better to do than think about it. Rushing past her, thousands of millions of entities, and yet no way to stop, all she could do was think. And what better to think about than them?

       She hated the Faith Trials because they drove everyone apart. It was the smallest little things, yes, but they would fester and grow until there was nothing left but sickness and disgustingness between them. She was no exception.

       How was one to know when a friendship was over? Is it when you're first forced to Google that fateful question? Is it when you have nothing to talk about, or the you begin actively hating each other?

       They only had three trials left incomplete. They chose two truths, and one dare. She didn't care to remember the truths. They made everyone angry. Why else would they be given to them, after all? Of course, in the course of events, someone must know what happened. The boys certainly remember what happened. The narrative does exist. However, this is Y/N's fault, her prize, her story. If she doesn't remember, there is nothing to be done. She scolded herself for forgetting. It was like deleting a few scenes of your favorite movie just because your favorite character died. It was incomplete. There was a significant difference, though. This was most assuredly not her favorite movie.

       She was elated when that fateful screen graced her vision.

        Congratulations! You have completed the Faith Trials. Welcome to Round 5, the Delegate Trials! Round 5 will consist of 8 trials for any and all players. If a player cannot continue or chooses to drop out, the trial will be null for that player and they will be penalized with the dropout fee. Other players are not affected. Round 5 will end after trial 60.

       They all slept alone the night before these trials. The Delegate Trials. Certainly a gruesome experience. It was also the shortest set of trials since the preliminaries. That didn't mean they were any better. Maybe it was the sheer visceral reaction of what was to come that made her memory so flawed regarding the trials beforehand. Their concept was simple. Each trial would select a Player. Sometimes they'd be given the option, other times not. That player could choose to complete one task, (again, obviously, chosen by the game), or force another player to do a different task. She didn't know exactly what these choices were based on, but the task was always revealed before the first player made their choice, so it was complete guilt. What a perfect game to play just after their foundations had been so steadily shaken.

       For example, Trial 53. A classic party game. All the trials seemed to start out this way, with a mildly risky, innocent game of fun. By the end of each section, they were lying under trains. In this case, they selected two players. Suho demanded a turn, as well as Kris. Once they'd been put into the app, they were offered a decision. One was to place his hand on a dartboard, (something that, as boys, they actually did own), while the other threw darts. The initial player could position their hand however they liked, but couldn't move it during arcs. They could only rearrange it between throws. No darts would be taken out of the board under any circumstances until five had been thrown, and any that missed didn't count. Their other option was to force Baekhyun and Lay to take up the same offer.

       They had argued heavily regarding this trial. Baekhyun had significantly smaller hands than all the other players involved in the challenge, so he was the obvious choice for the dartboard. In fact, he pointed this out himself, more than willing to take it on, and putting no risk on Lay. Suho, as always, had a problem with this, as he wanted to assume the brunt of the danger, even if they were all a bit on edge. In the end, Baekhyun had no ability to dictate his decision, and since Suho had requested to keep the trial, he was the one who got to put his hand on the board.

       Kris had admittedly good aim, likely from all the shitty party games he'd played in his years. Suho, inversely, was unwavering in his stance, whether to keep appearances strong for the group or simply because he'd numbed himself. He was only hit once. It was on the third dart, and his blood dripped down the wall in a beautifully tragic red stream. It was between the two tendons of his middle and pointer finger. Kris looked concerned and moved to help, but Suho only reminded him that they weren't to remove the dart. They finished. Lay healed him, with some difficulty- he was growing tired.

       Trial 54. The knife game. Again, simple, a common party game. Except people tended to use butter knives, pencils, or other relatively harmless objects. True to form, this little endeavor required a real knife. It was either Kai's challenge, or he could pass it to Y/N. She insisted that she was familiar with the game, begging him to let her do it instead, but he refused. He passed with a little nick to his ring finger, barely even bleeding. Lay had fallen asleep, so they covered it with a Band-Aid and moved on.

       Trial 55. This is where things started to get really, really serious. They were told to supply a player once again, and Xiumin volunteered. Once he received his challenge, though, he'd quickly regretted it. He was meant to stick his hand into the garbage disposal of the sink. There were four switched on the back. They would have to flip one. Even if any of them remembered which one turned on the drain, (which, none of them did), whoever was in charge of the trials had proven themselves capable of changing the circumstances. It could have easily been tampered with. If Xiumin didn't want to do it, he could pass it on to Chen.

       Chen insisted on letting him complete the trial. Even though Xiumin was older, he scared a little bit more easily, and Chen felt as if he hadn't really done much since the start. Obviously, they had all been through a lot, but he wanted to contribute, especially after Xiumin had been forced to hang from the roof of a building against his will. It took a few minutes of debating, but Xiumin finally conceded. Chen was left to do the challenge.

       He shoved his hand in the drain as Kyungsoo explained the mechanics of a sink garbage disposal. Thankfully, there weren't actually any sharp blades, so unless he stuck his hand all the way in the bottom where the bolts held the metal pieces, he shouldn't be cut badly should it turn on. Any trauma to his hand would be blunt force. That didn't do much to make him feel better about it. Out of the four switches, they debated which it could be. They figured the one furthest from the sink was a safe bet, as for wiring purposes it would be impractical to place it there.

       They had been wrong. He broke three fingers. Lay was still passed out, so even as the tears of pain rolled down his face, he wrapped his hand up and indicated to continue the trials. He could fix it later. Xiumin felt awful- that should have been him, he let a kid take his place and now Chen was in serious pain. He would have undone it if he could... But they'd lost that ability with Tao. Even then, he may have been limited- they weren't even paying attention to the qualifications at this point. She was zoning out further and further with every challenge.

       Trial 56. This was the first trial in which two options for activities were given. Activities was a shitty name for them- she didn't know what else to call them. Events? Outings? It all sounded corny and completely non-representative. Either Lay could lie on the highway for five minutes without moving, or Y/N could let one of the other members carve a '56' into her forearm with a knife. She remembered thinking to herself that this was bordering on abusive- as if it hadn't already crossed, chewed up, and spit out that line.

       Suho wanted Lay to do the challenge. He under no circumstances wanted Y/N doing anything to hurt herself, as had been evidenced in the Solo Trials. Y/N, in turn, saw that something was going on with Lay, not to mention that the risk of the highway far outweighed some light bleeding. In truth, the thought of someone slicing up her skin made her sick, but what was she to do? Out of all of them, she had done by far the least to continue the trials, and she was the one getting the reward! But... they didn't know that.

       Suho was arguing with her, much louder than she would have expected from him. He was normally so respectful, especially when it came to her, but something in him had snapped since that one round of truth. Maybe he just didn't have as much of a regard for her after she'd chosen him. Nonetheless, he couldn't do anything to stop her as she sprinted over to Lay's sleeping form, shaking him awake. He blinked forcefully, eyes tearing up at the light as he muttered something about not being able to see. She muttered that she needed him to say 'I concede'. That was it, that's all the app needed to hear. The stupid, fucking, nightmare of an app. He did it.

       Kris was the one to do it. Kai looked like he was going to throw up, turning away to face the wall. Sehun covered his ears like a baby to try and avoid hearing her hisses of pain. He used her own pocketknife, the one she'd been carrying since the beginning for the trials. It was as small as he could make it without the letters becoming indecipherable. Didn't stop it from hurting like shit. The 6 was the worst, as it was one long, drawn out, agonizingly slow cut into her skin. As soon as it was done, he promptly bandaged it.

       Trial 57. This was strangely easy- they had to select a person, for which they put forth Chanyeol on his own volunteering. He had the choice to harm him self with his own powers, or choose someone else in the group to hit him.  As someone with fire powers, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to forcefully make his body allow himself to be burnt, but he didn't really care to find out. He let Suho hit him, since Chanyeol had been one of the ones to agree that he was the most obnoxious. It hurt, but not as much as a burn. That was the very abrupt, fairly calm end to trial 57. It was nothing compared to what was coming for them.

       The fifty-eighth trial was something that would be ingrained in her mind forever. It was the sickest device pf psychological torture she had seen in her life, and although short, it was still saying something. The plot was elaborate to say the least. It took them to a location outside of the one they had been spending time in. The day was coming to a close once again, and she could barely remember how long ago they'd started this mess. It couldn't have been more than a few days, but it felt like millennia.

       The setup was in a field, a baseball field to be precise. It was lit by floodlights, but there was no one in the area, so there were likely no games scheduled. On the side with the canopy, there were four harnesses tied to ropes, all lying in the copper colored dust of the playing field. Those were hooked into the canopy, then lowered back down, with three times as many ropes as had been entered. There were also two more garishly noticeable details- a giant, rusted, yellow device, and an oversized pair of garden trimmers.

       The trial was complicated, to say the least. They had been split into two groups, not of their choosing. They would have to decide which group took the harnesses, and which took the clippers. If the group with the extra member chose the harnesses, they would all be strung up, but if the other did, they would simply have one extra harness. Once they had decided, they would be suspended over the functioning woodchipper. The more people strung up, the less ropes would be cut, as there would be less people on the ground team. However, in a worst case scenario, all of the suspended team could end up chuck. If it was any consolation, the game offered them a skipped trial for every person who felt into the chipper.

       The teams were, as far as they could observe, randomly selected. The larger team consisted of Sehun, Kai, Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Chen, and Lay, with the smaller being made up of Y/N, Suho, Kris, Baekhyun and Xiumin. In this, they were torn. The smaller team, most particularly Suho and Kris both wanted to be the ones up in the ropes. Not because they were particularly brave, no, but more out of a sense of responsibility and pride. However, it conflicted with all of their interests to bring Y/N up there with them. Not only that, but with the larger team cutting, there was more of a chance of someone getting dropped. Kyungsoo tried to explain how this wasn't exactly true, and that the math worked out evenly, but no one really cared.

       Y/N insisted that she'd be fine in the harnesses. After all, for every one person, there were three ropes. That was only a 33% chance of getting dropped. Not only that, but altogether, the percentage was actually less, as there would be an extra harness. Sehun asked what would happen if she were to get dropped, but swallowing, she just reminded him of the rule for Player 1. That didn't sit well with anyone.

       They decided on the smaller team. It was, simply speaking, the least amount of people at risk. They all stepped into the harnesses, buckling them around their waists and tightening them to a snug fit. The app gave a warning before they started that, should they escape from the harness, and somehow manage to avoid the sharp fall, they would automatically be rewarded with the dropout penalty. She didn't even catch what it was before the screen glinted away. She tried to reach it, but Suho calmly told her not to bother, as none of them were going to drop out anyway.

       As soon as she'd selected they were ready, their bodies were flung into the air, and the woodchopper activated. She had no idea how remote these systems were, but looking down into the churning blades of the machine was making her want to scream out for someone to help her. Xiumin didn't seem to be faring much better. Baekhyun had gone into some sort of shutdown, not reacting to anything or anyone, simply staring into he void, as if he wasn't even looking at the machine below them. Kris was acting cool, and Suho seemed to be... at peace.

       She'd remember Xiumin's whimpers for the rest of her life. It was like a sick dog cornered by wolves in an alley, just barely audible over the screeching of the appliance beneath them. She heard one line clearer than crystal, though.

       "Y/N, I don't wanna die."

       "You're not going to, honey."

       Kai was the first to cut a rope. He was the boldest out of all of them, but in reality, it was out of cowardice. The more ropes there were, the less of a chance he had of killing someone. He didn't want their blood on his hands. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about it. His cut was a blank.

       Lay was still not doing too hot. He was still not doing too well, and his skin was rather hot, although he complained about being cold. Kai had given him a Tylenol, basically figuring out that it was a fever. It had helped slightly, which is how he'd been able to make it to the field to begin with. With the assistance of the other members, he made his cut as well. Blank.

       After Chanyeol made his cut is when Baekhyun started to get antsy. Kris was still holding himself strong, but he wasn't saying anything, leading her to be certain that it was all an act. As long as he could keep it up, though, she was willing to let him. They couldn't all be messes by the end of this. Chen was next, glaring up at Kris, and she wondered if he was silently hoping that he would fall in. No one did.

       Kyungsoo tried to think about it logically, calculating which ropes had already been cut and the probability of distribution. He was worried his overthinking would be his downfall. Finally, he just shut his eyes and picked at random. He wasn't a fan of chance, but in this case, it seemed to be his best bet. It payed off.

       Sehun was the last to cut. Looking at him, one would have thought that he was the one hanging from the ropes. He was trembling, although trying to hide it, as he held the clippers in his hand. Eyes flitting back and forth frantically between ropes, trying to mentally grab the one that wouldn't kill anybody. It was here that Y/N made eye contact with Suho.

       It was scary, his expression. His eyes were half-lidded, and he had a small smile floating across his face. His hands, which had been previously clutching onto his belt, were limp at his side, his body seemingly completely relaxed. He noticed her gaze, and looked over to her lazily. It was scaring her, especially after how angry he'd been all day. No matter how old she'd grow in the future, no matter how many times she thought about his next words to her, she had no idea how he'd known.

       "You know, Y/N, I was always scared of getting old." Her brows had furrowed when he said this. Then, everything went silent as his body dropped from her vision. She knew she screamed, she felt it scratch her throat and rip her lungs into shreds, but she didn't hear it. It was probably for the best. Have you ever heard someone fall into a woodchipper? She was glad she didn't. If someone had asked her before this, she would have made a joke out of it, probably say "crunchy". Not now.

       The blood splattered up past her knees, leaving the four of them basically soaked. It wasn't just the liquid, either. Xiumin was crying and screaming, torn between covering his eyes and staring into the abysmal, silver and red void of the machine. Kris, for the first time threw up, coating himself and the ground below him in nastiness. She had completely zoned out, unable to scream again through the pain, vision swimming as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Baekhyun was clutching himself and rocking back and forth from the rope as the machine turned off, the harnesses lowering to the ground, all four of them curled up in the dirt, not knowing what to do.

       The other group would have come to help them, but they weren't faring much better. Sehun had fallen to the ground almost immediately, screaming out in a mix of terror and guilt, covering the back of his head with his hands as he shook. As woodchoppers traditionally worked, one end was for wood, and the other for wood...chips. This one functioned no differently. Before anyone had even gotten the chance to realize Suho's fate, he was already spewed all over them in small, wood chip-like chunks. It was disgusting.

       There was nothing any of them could say. At least they got to skip a trial? At least Suho didn't have to face his worst fear? At least it was only one? None of it added up. That was their leader, one of the cornerstones of their friendship. He cared for all of them, no matter how harsh he could be. He would have gladly died for any one of them, but he shouldn't have had to. And now he was gone. Not only gone, but there wasn't even anything for them to bury.

       They went home in silence. They could have reported it to the police. Something gave them the sense that the evidence would be gone when they returned. Everyone needed to shower. It almost felt disrespectful, but no one wanted to go to sleep with Suho's blood on their hands, literally, or figuratively. Sehun was in a state of shock, but he was only minority ahead of Xiumin and Baekhyun. As she showered, she saw the water beneath her turn red, causing her to throw up again. She heard one of the boys knock on the door to check on her, but she didn't answer. They probably understood.

       When she made it back to the room to figure out the sleeping situation, she saw that one of the only other people done showering was Kai. They hadn't been on the best terms as of late, but she was scared, devastated, and so, so tired. Saying nothing, she sat down next to him, leaning into his chest. He didn't ask any questions, wrapping his arms around her. A few minuets later, she felt another body against her. One eye opening a sliver, she saw that it was Xiumin. As each boy returned, they joined the pile, not one saying anything. She didn't remember when, but at some point, they all fell asleep.

       They didn't want to keep going. They convinced themselves that it's what he would have wanted, but that was a cruel joke. None of them had expected this to be fatal. They needed Tao. No one knew where he was, and his name had been removed from the game. There were some injuries that Lay just couldn't fix, not to mention his sick state.

       They were able to skip trial 59, thankfully. The last one, 60, quite classically, was a game of Russian Roulette. It didn't have nearly the effect it was supposed to. They were all numb to it. She thought that everyone, silently, probably wanted to be the one to lose. No one did.

       And yet... they all did.

Go to Chapter 34

[juniper-sprout]

About Juniper Sprout.

Can you listen carefully? I'm not what you want me to be and I never will, I hope you're listening still.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Juniper Penelope Sprout Nickname(s) or Alias: She likes to be called June, her parents and grandparents call her “June-Bug”.  Gender: Cis female Species: Pureblood Witch Age: Twenty Four Birthday: September 29th Zodiac Sign: Libra sun, Scorpio Moon, Scorpio Rising Sexuality: Bisexual Nationality: Scottish Religion: Agnostic City or town of birth: Glasgow, Scotland Currently lives: Manchester, England Languages spoken: English Native language: English Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5′2 Hair color: Black Hairstyle: Her hair is long and reaches past her chest, she currently has it in braids. Eye color: Brown Tattoos: She has 55 in total, they’re scatted all around.  Piercings: She has her septum pierced but she recently took the ring out. Scars/distinguishing marks: She has a few scars on her hands and her forearms from doing gardening and also just from being pretty reckless when interacting with stray animals. Juniper has a large scar going from her right knee down to her shin from falling off of a broom when she was seventeen. Preferred style of clothing: Almost everything she wears is very loose and airy, she likes to have a lot of motion in her clothes. She rarely layers and hates wearing long sleeves, she’s usually in a t-shirt or a tank top. Even if it’s negative 20 outside. Frequently worn jewelry/accessories: She loves wearing rings, bracelets, and earrings for every occasion.

HEALTH

Smoker?: Yes Drinker?: Yes Recreational Drug User? Which?: Yes, marijuana and very frequently. Addictions: Nicotine Allergies: Shellfish Neurological conditions: N/A Physical Ailments: She walks with a slight limp from a quidditch related injury, her knee also starts to bother her if she stands up for too long. If you look closely you could see that it’s slightly out of place. Sleeping habits: Juniper is a really light sleeper, it takes her forever to fall asleep and even longer for her to actually stay asleep. She spends most of her time in bed just tossing and turning. Eating habits:  She really doesn’t eat huge meals because she’s a huge snacker, there isn’t a time of day where she isn’t snacking on something. She keeps snacks at her job for this reason.  Exercise habits: She’ll go for walks or do yoga but it’s a little difficult for her now which she finds extremely annoying. Emotional stability: Juniper is cool as a cucumber in any and all situations, even ones that should require a bigger emotional response. She doesn’t see the point in getting angry or upset about things that are out of her control. She’ll usually just shrug and keep things moving. Sociability: Juniper will talk to anyone about pretty much anything, she loves to talk to new people. But she has the tendency to get too personal too fast which is a little off putting to most people. Body Temperature: Extremely warm which is why she’s always wearing tees and tank tops.

PERSONALITY

Label: The Anthromaniac (Strong love for flowers and nature) Positive traits: Relaxed, empathetic, good-natured, warm Negative traits: Airy, wishful, imprudent, escapist Character Alignment: Neutral Good (A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. She is devoted to helping others. She works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.) Goals/Desires: To be able to ride a broom again but she knows that may not happen for a very long time.  Likes: Watching quidditch games, being with her animals, going on walks, being in nature, getting new plants Dislikes: Being shut out, carnivals (because that’s usually where clowns are) Fears/phobias: In some ways she feels like her worst fear has already come true so she doesn’t really have a main “big fear”. She is very creeped out by clowns though. Favorite color: Cerulean Hobbies: Going on walks, reading, making floral arrangements, trying (and failing) to train her animals Habits: If she’s bored she’ll try to rest her hair on her upper lip, she also has a habit of singing out loud when she’s making floral arrangements or when she’s just in the shop in general. Taste in Music: She really likes music that’s relaxing and just easy on the ears. She’s a big fan of Fleetwood Mac, Mazzy Star, Cowboy Junkies, and Tennis.

SKILLS

Talents/skills: When Juniper was in school she was an extremely gifted flyer and seeker when she played on the Hufflepuff quidditch team. Her biggest talent now is making floral arrangements and remembering what most flowers symbolize and mean. Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: Heck no, she’s honestly pretty freaked out by cars. Why are they so big?

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): Herbivore Favourite food(s): Sweet potato tempura rolls, pocky sticks (specifically the chocolate banana flavor), mashed potatoes, dark chocolate, and salt & vinegar potato chips Favourite drink(s): Honey lavender tea, macchiatos (with oat milk), peppermint tea, whiskey Disliked food(s): Anything with tomatoes, brussel sprouts, anything super spicy Disliked drink(s): Beer, black coffee, red wine, energy drinks

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character’s house/home:

Juniper lives in a one bedroom apartment in Manchester that has other muggle residents. She doesn’t mind them but doesn’t go out of her way to talk to them.

Her apartment seems bigger than it is since she keeps every window open and has lots of light colors everywhere. Lots of white and light blue. Her living room and kitchen are pretty modest, she does cook quite a lot but doesn’t spend too much time in her living room. 

Juniper’s bedroom keeps the same color scheme of white and light blue, she tries to keep her room tidy but there’s still usually clothes littered around the floor. She has a queen size bed that is never, ever made.

She shares her space with a lot of animals so it’s very rarely actually quiet there. Her cats like to sleep in bed with her and she’ll keep her bird cage’s open so they can flutter around if they want to. 

Do they share their home with anyone? Who?: Her army of animals. Significant/special belongings: Her old broomstick, she just keeps it in her closet.

CAREER

Level of education: Hogwarts level education. Qualifications: Wizarding diploma Current job title and description: Juniper works as a florist at her own shop she mostly does floral arrangements. Name of employer: She owns her own business named “Something’s Sprout-ing”

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude?: Extremely peaceful, Juniper doesn’t get angry or see the point in fighting. She thinks it’s better to talk things through than resort to violence. Fighting skills/techniques: She has no fighting skills or techniques, she’s never even been in a fight. Except arguments but they always get resolved quickly. Special skills/magical powers/etc: None really, she’s good at calming people down but that’s it. Weapon of choice (if any): None. Weaknesses in combat: Literally everything is a weakness, not a fighter in the least. Strengths in combat: She could get nasty in a verbal fight but she would never let an argument get to that level.

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: Amethyst Dixon and Colt Sprout  Are parents alive or dead?: Alive Is the character still in contact with their parents?: She tries to talk to her parents at least a few times a week since she does miss seeing them. But she does love having her own space and freedom. They did get pretty overbearing when she lived at home. Siblings? Relationship with siblings?: N/A Other Important Relatives: N/A Partner/Spouse: Tba Exes: Children: None Best Friend:  Other Important Friends:  Acquaintances: Pets: She has four cats Tulip a gray fluffy cat, Lincoln an orange tabby, Missy an all white cat, and Mr. Man a fat tuxedo cat. She also has six birds four parakeets and two cockatiels.  Enemies? Why are they enemies?: Juniper doesn’t have any enemies since she doesn’t hate anyone, she thinks all people deserve to be treated with compassion and empathy.

BACKSTORY

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10): Juniper grew up in an extremely loving household. She spent a ton of time with her parents and they absolutely doted on her as she was their only child. However even though Juniper loved being with her parents, she definitely spent the most time with her grandmother. She loved gardening with her and being out in nature feeling the sun on her face, it was her favorite way to spend the day. Juniper made friends with a lot of neighborhood kids and spent most of her time outside.

Describe their  teenage years (11 - 19): When Juniper was sorted into Hufflepuff it was one of the happiest days of her life. She was finally in the house that her father, mother, and grandmother were in. She felt like she was carrying on the family tradition and she was beyond happy to do so. Her family was ecstatic, of course. They were even more excited when Juniper discovered her green thumb during her Herbology lessons. She did well in her other classes but there was something about being in the Herbology room that just soothed her soul and even at the young age of eleven it felt like she had found her calling.

That was until she had her first flying lesson and discovered how much she loved being on a broom. Juniper desperately wanted to join the quidditch team but she knew she couldn’t at eleven. So she tried to practice as much as she could. Anytime she would fall off of her broom she would just jump back on and keep trying until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. When she began her second year, she found the captain of the Hufflepuff team on the first day and immediately told them she wanted to try out. 

Juniper ended up being the seeker on the Hufflepuff quidditch team from her second year and for the majority of her life at Hogwarts. She was an incredibly skilled seeker and knew that this was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Nothing could beat the feeling of absolute joy she felt when she was able to catch the snitch and bring her team to victory. As Juniper got older that was when she began looking at teams to try to join when she was out of Hogwarts, she had her heart set on the Montrose Magpies. They were the most successful in the league, so, she knew it would be a long shot but she knew she had to try. 

It wasn’t until her seventh year when her dreams of being the seeker on the Montrose Magpies came to an abrupt halt. It was one of the first games of her seventh year and she was beyond pumped because she knew in her heart that they were going to win that game. Even if the weather had been less than unfortunate with wild wind and rain but it was nothing she hadn’t played in before. Juniper could still feel that luck was on her side as she soared higher than she had ever been outside of the pitch but the snitch was just too close to give up on. She knew if she reached just a little more or tilted her broom just a tiny bit she could get it and Juniper almost did. 

Juniper felt herself fall off of her broom before she had time to even try to respond or try to grab back on, all she knew was that she was falling and fast. She doesn’t remember hitting the ground or getting transferred to the hospital wing but she does remember being in the most pain she had ever felt. It was unbearable but the news she got after she had come to was even worse. Juniper’s fall had taken a serious toll on her right knee and although they could fix it to some extent, it wasn’t one hundred percent back to normal. It stuck out at slightly odd angle and she had noticeable limp, they weren’t sure she’d be able to ride a broom again for quite a while. Needless to say Juniper was absolutely crushed and she was really upset about it for a very long time. Eventually she came to terms with what happened there genuinely wasn’t anything she could do and wallowing in self pity didn’t make anything better. Which was when she returned to her first love Herbology. 

Describe their adult years (20+): A few years after Juniper left Hogwarts, she ended up moving to Manchester and opening up her own flower shop “Something’s Sprout-ing”. After her quidditch dreams fell through; she knew she wanted something to do with her other love which was how she came to floral arrangements. Her family wanted her to do something more magic related (specifically Herbology) but this is what Juniper was passionate about and what made her happy. So, they laid off of the topic for the most part. 

Soon the wizarding world seemed to change and it became more unrecognizable