worked in

  • Lance, sliding in next to Allura: Sooo, hey—
  • Allura: What, Lance.
  • Lance: Are the Castle's walls soundproof?
  • Allura: No. You would need to hear the alarm if Zarkon attacks. And if a teammate hurt themselves—
  • Lance, looking away: Yeah, yeah, okay. So... Are the upper levels of the Castle... Can we go up there?
  • Allura: *Narrows eyes* Why?
  • Lance, looking over to Shiro, who clearly has been listening: No reason.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you please give some ideas of habits or hobbies so I can make my characters seem more 'real'? So far I have one that is obsessed with cleaning, one that apologizes too much and one that likes to 'play' with the zombies like they're normal people. I need more 7 of those because there are a lot of characters. Thanks in advance!

No problem. Here is a list a list of common habits and hobbies: 

Warning for the extremely long post! 


- Biting(Lips, nails, gums, etc) 

-Tapping nails/fingers on things



-Twisting/flipping/adjusting hair 

-Clicking their tongue

-Licking or smacking their lips

-Chewing Gum

- Rolling their eyes

-Getting easily distracted

-Talking too loud or too quiet

-Talking too fast or too slow 

-Scratching themselves


-Always waking up/ going to bed at the same times 

- Over Drinking

-Over eating

-Under drinking/ Forgetting to stay hydrated

-Under eating/ forgetting to eat

-Over spending or refusing to spend money 

-Over using media/ technology 

-Cracking Knuckles, neck or back

-Talking to themselves


-Not holding eye contact/ Prolonged eye contact 



-Making/breaking promises


–Constantly repeating yourself 

-Forgetting who you told what

-Slouching or having good posture

-Can’t focus

-Easily getting into fights

-Being rude or overly polite 





-Being late, on time or early always

-Clearing their throat

-Fidgeting with themselves or other things

-Grinding your teeth.

That’s all I can think of at the moment for that but there are literally hundreds more. 


-Sports(Playing or watching: Soccer, football, baseball, dance, Ice-skating,golf, bowling,tennis,volleyball,water-polo, swimming, Gymnastics,etc)

-”Extreme sports” (BMX racing, Street Racing, boat/jetski racing, wake-boarding, water/snow skiing, snowboarding, bungee jumping, sky diving, etc)

-music(Listening, singing, playing an instrument, writing music or lyrics.) 




-makeup (Watching/doing normal, glam or fx makeup) 

-Cinema(Watching, collecting, criticizing, creating, etc) 


-Collecting things(Commonly: Toys, rocks/minerals, boxes, bottles, cars, weapons,stamps, coins, snow-globes, magnets,shot-glasses, etc)

-Video, card or board games(Watching, playing, making) 

-Exercising(Swimming, running, jogging, hiking, weight lifting, climbing, etc) 


-Crafting(Sewing, knitting, crocheting, metal work, making jewelry, wood working, weaving, etc) 

-taking care of animals

-cleaning up the environment 

-Costume Design/Fashion (Making or collecting)

-Theater(Acting, watching, or technical)

-Cars/motorcycles, bikes, other mechanical items(Fixing, collecting, etc) 

- Nail art

-Hair Styling

-Cooking or Baking

-Exploring Nature (Hiking, camping, picnicking, etc) 

-Martial Arts/Self defense classes




That’s all I can think of for that right now, but again, there are so many more out there, this is just a general, common list. 

I hope that helped, and if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask! 

@pearlo said:

Do V and Y get a lot of creepy people coming up to them when the kids are babies to coo about how biracial kids are the ~most beautiful~

YES AND IT’S SO BAD ALL THE TIME. It’s a different flavor racism than the one Yuuri dealt with in Michigan but it’s JUST AS BAD and bad in SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS depending on which one of them the person sees with the kids or if it’s both of them???

One time Viktor is watching Irina’s ballet practice when she’s like five, waving through the studio’s glass when she looks at him and smiling as she does her clumsy little plies

Another father walks up to him and asks which one is yours? And Viktor points out Irina.

“Oh, wow,” says the other father. “She’ll be a looker when she grows up.”

“Um,” Viktor mutters, because that’s a weird thing to say to him about his five-year-old. 

“I mean, she’s part Chinese right?”

Viktor squints dangerously. “My husband is Japanese.”

“Oh, well. You know. They all look the same. But I’ve never seen an ugly Asian girl. She’s gonna be real pretty.”

Viktor takes Irina out of that ballet class and starts sending her to private lessons with Lilia, which is what Lilia has been WANTING THIS WHOLE TIME VIKTOR KONSTANTINOVICH I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.

On the other hand, when Yuuri is alone with Mikhail, little old European ladies keep coming up to him and pinching Mikhail’s cheeks and saying things like, “Mixed babies are just adorable,” and Yuuri wants to physically slap their hands away from his child.

It’s equally as creepy though when people HIS AGE, LATE TWENTIES EARLY THIRTIES, look at his babies and say, “Oh, I want my babies to look just like that! Like, Asian but without the eyes! They’re so cute that way!” and then hastily and fervently glancing at him and saying, “No offense!”

It gets better when they go back to Japan but like even there?? even there sometimes people say backwards shit. Kyo and Koichi are born and a lot of people say they have “Anime eyes” because they’re so blue. Yuuri has to go into Emma’s school once because someone is teasing her so badly about having a big nose that she doesn’t want to go to school. Twelve-year-old Mikhail begs them to let him dye his hair black so that he “looks normal.”

Which, like, they’d let him dye his hair whatever color he wanted–it’s impermanent and something he can have agency over even at a young age–but not because he feels like he has to, y’know?

But yes people are horrible and Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov just want people to let their babies LIVE and not say weird creepy things about them??? Also Yuuri Nikiforov is going to fight the FUCKING WORLD if one more person screams at him a slow voice?? He speaks perfect Russian? He studied it for five years in college?? Why is it that he’s the one who gets talked to like a child when Viktor is the one who STILL sometimes goes blank in the face and just blindly agrees to whatever it is the person he’s speaking Japanese to has just said to him.

“Is the moon made of cheese, Viktor?” Mari once asks a very tired Viktor, trying to smother her laughter as she watches him rock back and forth with both twins and their matching stuffed tigers cradled in his arms. Six-week-old Kyo and Koichi have had a case of the sniffles and, while not serious, it’s been a hell of a weekend.

“Uhhh yes,” Viktor mumbles, eyes half open. “It’s fine.”

Yuuri takes a break from wanting to sleep forever to laugh hysterically into Viktor’s knee before trying to fall back asleep.

“I’ll babysit the terrible trio tomorrow,” Mari assures them. “You guys look like you need a break.”

“Bless you,” Viktor whispers, strangely understanding every word of that much more complicated sentence. “You will be sainted.”

“The patron saint of sniffles and drooling brothers,” Mari says, and Yuuri doesn’t know if she’s talking about him or the twins but he throws a pillow at her anyway.

It kinda makes you feel bad when you tell someone you’re tired because you did something, and they respond with how much they did, as if you shouldn’t be tired.

I’m sorry I couldn’t do a fully polished piece, but Happy Shiro loves you, baby day anyway!!

(P.S. There are still mac and sheith charms up for sale on my store~)

anonymous asked:

the dentist specialist guy called. i go in tuesday :D i just hope i can afford him since for some reason my health insurance is gone. at least the pain lessened more today! (would u pretty please write a small thing of iggy comforting their s/o whos in pain? thank yous)

Hope you feel better soon anon! As for this fluff, what is a fluff?  I guess it’s amusing to having this against the last thing I wrote where Ignis was dealing the pain.  It took a lot to not have Ardyn busting through the wall like the Koolaid guy, lol.

You had just finished up another wonderful meal Ignis had helped prepare with you, and you were now busy clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen alongside Ignis.  You were scrubbing down the counter when the throbbing pain had returned once again, and a low moan passes through your lips within earshot of ignis.  It was an accident - you weren’t normally a fan of outing yourself whenever you had these bouts of pain - especially when it came to him.  It was in his nature to become extra doting around you, and the last thing you wanted was to feel like a burden on top of it.

 “Is something troubling you, y/n?”

 There was no use trying to lie or cover it up, the man’s perception skills was on point, and your eyes were always a dead giveaway whenever it came to your discomfort.

 “It’s just the pain coming back again.  It’s nothing I can’t handle.”  You flash Ignis a weak smile, turning back and silently praying to the Astrals he might leave you be this time.  But you knew better, and Ignis’ was already behind you, his hand over yours and forcing you to drop the washcloth back on the marble counter top.  Lithe fingers claim your wrist, and he swings your arm around so you were now facing him, his arm pressing into your back to meet him in a soft embrace. His fingers gently squeezing the back of your neck, Ignis brushes his lips against your forehead in a lingering kiss.

 “Follow me.”  Ignis presses his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the bathroom.  But you stop him, protesting.

 “We really should clean up this mess before it gets late.”

“Nonsense. You, my dear, are much more important right now.  And I will tend to this later while you rest.”  Ignis tilts your head up, kissing you before you could make up another excuse not to go with him.

You finally relent, following him to the bathroom as he begins to draw a hot bath, adding a few drops of peppermint oil to the water.  The wonderful scent drifts through the air and envelops your senses, and the pain already felt like it was subsiding just a bit.  Ignis starts to unbutton his shirt, and you start to follow suit, but he halts you before you could even shimmy your shirt above your head.

“I will be the one taking care of you tonight.”  

Ignis finishes with his shirt, dropping it from his shoulders and catching it as it slides off, neatly folding it and placing it on top of the sink.  You never tire of the sight of his bare chest, drinking in every taut muscle on his lean, sculpted body.  He was perfection, and your eyes never left him as he sheds the rest of clothing, stacking them on top of his shirt.  Your eyes begin to wander, and snap back to attention once he approaches.

“Normally I would have said it’s rude to stare…but I rather welcome it in your case.”  Ignis grabs the bottom of your shirt, drawing it over your head as you raise your arms up.

You smirk.  “I guess it can’t be helped”.

Leading a trail of kisses down your neck, he unclasps your bra, his face lowering down your chest, and then your stomach, gazing up at you with his piercing emerald eyes before unbuttoning your jeans and rolling them down your legs.  He kept things innocent though, rising back up and leading you over to the steaming bath, the faucet handle squeaking as he shuts off the water.  He leads you into the bath, sitting down first and guiding your hips down between his legs, his arms crossing across your stomach to flush you against his hard chest.  It took you a moment to get used to the heat, but once you did, the water was pure bliss over your aching body.  You lean your head back against his shoulder, moaning in relief.

“I guess this really wasn’t such a bad idea.” you confess, closing your eyes as Ignis ran his fingers through your hair.

“I would prefer you weren’t so stubborn with me when it comes to your weariness.”

“You already have to deal with Noct, so I don’t like putting something else on your plate.”

Ignis exhales sharply, his frustration apparent.  “I assure you, I am perfectly capable of taking care of the both of you.  Now, chest forward.”  

You comply, leaning front and drawing your knees up to your chest as Ignis reaches around you to retrieve the hand shower.  He turns it on, testing out the temperature of the water first before using it upon you.

“Head back, darling.”

Ignis softly touches his fingers to your chin, and you tilt back your head as the steady pressure of water soaks through your hair, relishing the feel as the water flows down your breasts and back.  He shuts it back off, grabbing the bottle of shampoo next to you and squeezing a generous amount into his hand, enough to get a good lather going.  Ignis works his fingers into your hair, massaging your scalp, the feel of his deft fingers rubbing against your skin absolutely exquisite.  Your lips part slightly, and you can’t help but close your eyes and moan quietly as he expertly moves his hands through your hair.  If only you could stay like this forever.

“Keep moaning like that and one might think you’re enjoying this a bit too much.”

Ignis grabs the hand shower once again, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair.  His mouth descends upon the back of your neck, covering your skin with kisses when he begins to massage your shoulders, palms fingers prodding and stroking and trying to work out every knot and ache in you.  You rest your head forward on your knees, permitting Ignis access to every inch of your back.  Whenever the man did anything, he made sure to do it thoroughly, and this was no exception, fingers finding and rubbing out every kink, all the while planting kisses all along the back of your neck.

“Tell me if it begins to hurt.” 

“No, it feels amazing.  Keep going.”

Ignis grins against your skin, and he moves further down your back, thumbs pushing into your lower back as his fingers graze along your hips.  By the time he was through with you, your mind felt clear and your body subdued, and he pulls against his naked form to embrace and cuddle you further.  The humidity of the bathroom began to take it’s toll on his hair, errant strands of his hair becoming loose and beginning to lay down and fall against his forehead.  He always did look the best when he was a little…disheveled.  

“You know that I love you…right Y/N?  So I never want to see you hurting.”  Ignis whispers in your ear, his arms tightening and bringing you closer.

That struck a chord with you, and the tears start to well.  You manage to wriggle yourself loose from him, stirring up the water enough to splash it outside the tub as you straddle his hips, chest to chest and wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you too Iggy.”

Ignis picks up on your sniffling right away, taken slightly aback by the sudden wave of emotion.

“Is the pain getting worse again?”

“No, I just feel like I don’t deserve you sometimes.”

A gentle smile spreads on Ignis’ face, plucking a few stray hair strands away from your face.

“I guarantee you are no trouble to me…and frankly, I am the one not worthy of you.  Now, let us get cleaned up and get you into bed.  And I will do whatever you need of me to help lull you to sleep.”