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Resources For Students

It’s almost exam season and I figured you students out there could use some useful resources. I hope this aides you in your studies and makes your life a bit easier. Enjoy!

Self Care

Body

Sleep Calculator

Dealing With Your Mentrual Cycle by @educatier

Food Masterpost by @areistotle

Myfridgefood (Make something with what you have in your fridge)

Choose Your Tea Based On How You Feel by @spazju

Beginner’s Yoga Poses To De-Stress

Head-To-Toe Self Care by @spazju

Getting A Good Night’s Sleep

Mind

Movie Night Masterpost by @distractful 

Free Online Therapy

Need A Compliment?

This Is Sand - Calming Site Where You Play With Sand

The Dawn Room - If you have struggled with depression, I recommend

The Thoughts Room - For Watching Your Troubles Fall Away

Mental Health Masterpost by @420normani 

Puppy Live Cam

Kitten Live Cam

Self Care Check by @rainingtheo 

Motivation

Motivation Masterpost by @areistotle

How To Reach Your Goals by @studyplants

Tips For Getting Motivated by @overstudies

Get Motivated In A Month

Guide To Motivation by @elkstudies

Attitudes That Lead To Success by @onlinecounsellingcollege

The Iceberg Illusion by @studyally

Read This When You Want To Give Up by @onlinecounsellingcollege

Sounds/Music/White Noise

General

Coffee House

Rain

Ocean

Thunderstorm

Rainforest

Country Garden

MyNoise.net

CalmRadio

Classical Relaxation Stream

Harry Potter

Gryffindor Common Room

Slytherin Common Room

Hufflepuff Common Room

Ravenclaw Common Room

Great Hall At Halloween ( Christmas )

Great Lake

Snape’s Potions Classroom

Hogwarts Library

The Burrow (Weasley’s House)

Diagon Alley

Forbidden Forest At Night

Malfoy Manor

Time Management

Bullet Journalling

delthenerd’s Guide To Bullet Journalling by @delthenerd

Thorough Guide To The Bullet Journal System by @tinyrayofsun

Bullet Journal Prompts by @study-like-hermione-granger

35 Things To Track In Your Bullet Journal

Bullet Journal Page Inspiration by @studyign

Guides

Printables Masterlist by @studiying

Printables Masterpost by @study-well

Organization by @areistotle

The 8-Hour Day

Finding Study Time

Guide To Time Management by @pennyfynotes

The Pomodoro Technique by @elvindantes

Foreign Languages (for English speakers)

Studying A Foreign Language by @areistotle

Langblr tag on Tumblr

French 

Spanish 

Dutch 

Japanese 

German

Italian 

Korean 

Chinese 

Portugese

Hindi

Arabic

Russian

Vietnamese

Latin

Sign Language

College Preparation

Things No One Told Me Before College by @delthenerd

College/University Masterpost by @areistotle

Staying Healthy In College by @tothefinishline

College Student’s Masterpost by @eruditekid

List Of Universities On Tumblr by @higheredsocialmedia 

Becoming An Adult Cheat Sheet by @baku

Alternatives To Buying Overpriced Textbooks

Studying & Building Good Habits

Planning A Research Project by @delthenerd

Annotating Texts by @delthenerd

Taking Notes In Class by @delthenerd

5 Things To Do At The End Of A Semester by @delthenerd

On How To Write A History Essay by @delthenerd

101 Study Tips by @study-early

How To Concentrate

Concentration Masterpost by @study-star

Memorising Diagrams

Study Space Guide by @study-well

Essay Writing Structure

Research & Reading Tips 

Thinking & Memorizing Tips

Studyblr

School Supplies Masterpost by @areistotle

Guide To Making Masterposts by @educatier

Taking Photos Of Your Notes by @studyquill

Beginner’s Guide To Starting A Studyblr by @studyign

A Beginner’s Guide To Starting A Studyblr by @eintsein

100 Days Of Productivity Challenge explained by @elizastudies

How & Why To Start A Studyblr by @studious-simplicity

StudyblrMasterposts - Blog run by @emmastudies & @annistudio

Useful Apps & Sites

Writing

Written?Kitten! - Word Count Motivation

Hemingway Editor - Online Editor

Grammarly Chrome Ext.

Readability Score

Bibliography Maker Chrome Ext.

Math

This Is The Best Math Site You’ll Ever Use

Math Cheat Sheets

Calculus Cheat Sheet

Mathway

Symbolab

Tip Of My Tongue - For When You Can’t Remember A Word

Organization

Habitica App - To Do List In The Form Of A Game

MyStudyLife App - Digital Planner

Evernote

SimpleMind App - Digital Mind-Map

Google Calendar

Motivation & Accountability

Headspace App - Guides In Meditation

Pacifica App - Stress Management

StayFocusd Chrome Ext. - Limits Time On Distracting Websites

Focus App - Combats Phone Addiction With A Game

Momentum - Motivational Chrome Extention

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fallout 4 housemate headcanons

NO ONE ASKED BUT HERE IT IS (main game companions only)

Cait

“It’s Friday night, we’re going OUT, no bullshit excuses.” Loud music always blaring from her room when she’s home, if you ask her to turn it down, you somehow end up getting dragged into an impromptu dance party. Shots. No sense of personal space, bursts into your room unannounced because she wants to talk to you, doesn’t care if you’re naked. Blunt, thinks everyone you have ever dated isn’t good enough for you, offers to fight anyone who has caused you a minor personal offence. You always end up sleeping in each other’s beds when you get drunk together. Messy af, complains loudly about the cleaning rota.  

Codsworth

Obsessively clean. Cleans up after everyone else (or redoes their cleaning because he thinks they haven’t done it properly), but gets passive-aggressive about it later. Always busy, never seems to sit still, hums and whistles as he’s bustling about. Likes organizing things, likes gardening. Worry wart. Makes you promise to text if you’re going to be home later than usual. Loves old movies, especially sci-fi classics, can quote them line for line, most of his bedroom space is dedicated to his home cinema set up. Big fan of tea, owns like 800 different varieties, and also of tea, has all the gossip on your other housemates.

Curie

House mom. Very neat, particularly concerned with bathroom cleanliness. Early riser and always looks immaculately put together, even at ass o’clock in the morning. Worries about your diet and how much sleep you’re getting. “Mon cher, potato chips are not an adequate substitute for dinner.” Has some kind of terrifying and important science job, no one understands exactly what she does, but she gets so excited when she talks about it that no one has the heart to interrupt her. Has never been late for anything, ever, in her entire life, is horrified by people who leave things until the last minute. Likes to take very long baths, disturb her at your own peril.

Danse

Boy scout af. Eats the exact same oatmeal from the exact same bowl at 7am on the dot every morning (8am on weekends). Makes his bed every day, takes exactly 9.5 minutes in the shower. “This level of noise on a weeknight is disrespectful, some of us have work in the morning.” In charge of the cleaning rota. Has “optimized” the cleaning rota. Drags you out of bed at 6am to go running, encourages you even when you snap at him. Easily flustered, awkward at parties. Brought home a stranger for sexy times once, a year ago, and everyone still teases him about it. Will make you a hot drink and listen very seriously while you talk about your problems.

Deacon

Cryptid roommate. You never know if he’s home or not, you have no idea what his job is, he has nothing even remotely resembling a schedule. Pays his rent in cash, no one has ever seen inside his bedroom, it could lead to another dimension for all you know. Occasionally you walk in on him cooking a three course meal at 4am or drinking strong black coffee in his underwear in the middle of the afternoon. You always have the best chats when you bump into him, but then he disappears and who the hell knows when you’ll see him again. He recommends books to you, and then they turn up on your bed a few weeks later, sometimes with a little note written in code.

Dogmeat

A perfect boy, almost certainly the best boy in the whole world. Protective, loyal, affectionate, only pooped in a shoe once. 

Hancock

Always has random groups of friends over. Always the last one awake when you throw a party. LOUD sex. Sustained LOUD sex. Has never been seen out of bed before noon. No one knows how he makes money except, you know, you all kind of know. Has the best stories. Total cuddlebug, loves human contact, will massage your shoulders or lie in your lap or play with your hair while he talks to you. Stylish af, you’re always trying to borrow his clothes. Usually messy, but occasionally goes on frenzied cleaning sprees and gets the whole house spotless in six hours. Can’t cook, but will sometimes spontaneously order takeout for the whole house, his treat.

Nick Valentine

Voice of reason and maturity. Holds himself a little apart from everyone else. (Probably has the largest room in the place with an ensuite, or even a floor to himself). Deals with all the landlord stuff because he is the most convincing adult in the house. Very formal text and email style, always starts his messages with “Hi everyone” and signs off as “Val” in the housemate group chat, every damn time. Great with technology, will sigh and roll his eyes if you want to him to take a look at your computer, but secretly loves being asked. Has a liquor cabinet in his room, makes a mean old-fashioned. Gives fantastic life advice, best housemate to go to when you’re upset. Sass him at your peril.

MacCready

Little brother. Messy boy. Anxious boy. His room is an absolute pig sty, except for his comic collection, which is pristine. Useless in the mornings, no point trying to have a conversation with him before 10am. Insomnia. Hates his stupid job. Always quibbling over household bills, doesn’t want to put the heat on, wears seven layers of clothes instead. Does his best to clean up after himself in communal spaces, but it doesn’t come naturally. Can only cook three things, but cooks them really well. Always down to share a few beers and kick your ass at videogames, just give him a second to get all the dirty laundry off the floor.

Piper

Big sister. Freelancer, always home until she’s not. Her room isn’t dirty, per se, but it is ridiculously cluttered, stuffed with books and notepads. When she’s on a deadline, it’s a bomb site. Also, she’s always on a deadline. Lots and lots of coffee, queen of all-nighters. Talks to herself. Will seek you out to run her latest conspiracy theories by you. Gets you embroiled in impassioned political discussions that go on until 2am. Values your opinion even if she doesn’t always agree. Subsists on instant noodles and pop tarts. Very concerned with fairness in the household, invested in the general principle of the cleaning rota even if she forgets her turn half the time. 

Preston

House dad. Excellent mediator, wants everyone to be okay. Manages the bills and calls tradespeople when things break down. Total sweetheart but not here to take your shit, especially when it comes to making sure that everyone’s pitching in (but will still insist on helping if he happens to be around while you’re doing chores). Organizes family dinners and games nights, really invested in making the place feel like a home. Knocks on your door when you’re working to see if you want tea or hot chocolate. Remembers everyone’s birthday. Absolute riot when he’s drunk. His room is small and cosy and he’s quite private about it, only invites people to hang out with him there if he really trusts them.  

Strong

Seems to subsist entirely on protein shakes, poor personal hygiene, lord help you if you share a bathroom with him. Gym rat, lives in the gym, all his clothes seem to be sweatpants, does not appear to own shirts. Speaks in monosyllables, very gruff, doesn’t understand the cleaning rota and no one wants to explain it to him. Breaks things a lot. Connoisseur of violent videogames. His shelf in the fridge is entirely filled with unidentified meat objects, which you assume are components of the protein shakes, but you’re too afraid to ask. Once he quoted Shakespeare at you and you almost fell out the window in shock.

X6-88

No one has ever seen him enter or exit the house. Has a real adult job that involves a suit. Cycles to work, has a top-of-the-range racing bike and all the professional hi-vis gear. Seems scarily competent and also sort of rich, you’re not sure why he lives here. Appears to have an active social life, but no one has ever met his friends. Unfailingly courteous and considerate, but when he gets on the group chat to politely point out the abysmal state of the kitchen, you can be damn sure no one is ever going to forget to wipe down the counters for a month at least. All the other housemates have a betting pool running on how many people he has killed with his bare hands.

Muscle Memory - JokerxReader Imagine.

AUTHOR’S NOTE; Thank you for the request lovely! I don’t feel like i’ve done enough Joker lately and for good reason, because I suck haha. I didn’t really know where to go with this and I really hope it doesn’t suck too bad. Hope it was what you were kind of looking for, so let’s see how this goes!

WARNING: Smut and mature language ahead. 

It had been 4 months since you lost your virginity to Mr. J and day by day you found yourself trying to forget it had ever happened in the first place. The Joker was not only your boss, but he was also one of the most infamous criminals in Gotham city, losing your virginity to him was not a bold move, it was just plain stupid. 

How long had you even known him, a year maybe? The only forms of interaction you guys ever had usually involved him requesting you for some form of a delivery that included merchandise, guns, drugs, etc because that’s what your job was. Pretty faces were always recruited for one of 3 things; to waitress, to strip or to deliver depending on their skill set. Considering you didn’t give a damn about customer service; you simply knew waiting tables wasn’t going to work. On top of that, you couldn’t dance to save your life so delivering was your only option at the time. 

Over the course of these past few months you’ve found yourself literally doing everything in your power to avoid Mr. J. This meant stirring clear of every place you knew he’d be, delivering all your drop off reports, files and cash to his right hand man Frost and ultimately working through a middle man to handle any business you had between the two of you. Everything seemed to run smoothly until your phone nearly fell off the night stand from its constant ringing. Without much thought, you reached over and answered. 

“Yeah.” you spoke sternly, obviously annoyed from being woken up.

“2:45. Be here. I got somethin’ I need ya t’take care of.” He reported not leaving much room for you to argue. You instantly recognized it as the voice of Mr. J, but before you could so much as sigh in response, he hung up. You couldn’t disobey him because that could just as easily get you killed or punished; which with Mr. J, one would argue that they meant the same thing. However, you had been on the other end of his torturous punishments before on account of your uncontrollable eye rolls and slight mumbling whenever he said something out of line. The last thing you wanted was to experience that pain again. 

The current time was 2:30AM. It would take you a few moments, but you were quite certain that you could get there in no time considering the roads would be nearly deserted at this time of night. As you drove, you couldn’t figure out what irritated you more; the fact that you’d been bothered at 2AM or that he’d called you personally for a job without actually telling you what it was. 

Deep scrapes of unease slid through your abdomen as you made your way up the stairs to his penthouse. A sigh erupted from your lips as you peered around the halls hoping to see Frost, but when you came up empty handed you frowned. That was disappointing. Your hand rested on the door knob for a few moments as you attempted to gather yourself while the silence on the other side set you on edge. 

Drawing in a deep breath, you push the door openly slowly and began glancing around the dimly lit room only to find Mr. J sitting comfortably next to the large window that took up most of the wall of his penthouse. He gazed out of it as if seeing something that wasn’t there and you had half a mind to wonder what was going on in his mind. Such a dangerous place it was. 

“Mr. J, Ya said ya needed me; ya got the package?” You questioned casually while standing impatiently in the doorway. 

“Close the door.” He stated not even bothering to turn around and look at you. You were uncomfortable already, and you felt yourself hesitate in the door frame at his request. He finally turned to you this time. 

“Close i-i-i-t.” He stated, lingering on the “i” as if he were cooing a child. You couldn’t stop yourself from obeying and the intimidating impulse behind his eyes forced you to look away as you closed the door behind you. You glanced into the distance on the other side of it, as if looking for an out, but you knew full well that there was none. 

“So, where’s this one headed?” You questioned turning your body full circle to close the door behind you. It was hard to look him in the face, especially after having it so close to yours in the past. Why were you thinking about this? Tonight’s call was strictly business and should remain as such.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention and you turn around to find him standing closer to you now, but still a comfortably safe distance away. How was it that even though he was still on the opposite side of the room, you didn’t feel safe?

After a few moments of him staring at you, you shift your weight slightly and roll your eyes. 

“There is no package, is there?” You assume. 

“How long did ya think ya could keep it up huh?” His voice questioned, but it hit the atmosphere with a rhetorical undertone. 

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You try to rationalize, but you should’ve known that rational thinking and Mr. J never mixed. His facial features contorted into a look that resembled displeasure as he slipped his hands into his front pockets.

“You don’t mmmmm?” He questioned. You had done well to convince yourself that, that night never happened, not because you didn’t enjoy yourself, but because a part of you saw it as a heinous act. He was your boss and more than anything your virginity was the only precious thing about you. Now, it was gone and worse, you’d manage to give it to the last person you wanted to touch you; Mr. J. You couldn’t fully erase it; the way he touched you, the way he called you princess, the way he growled in your ear, the way he took his time, the way he kept his hands firmly on your skin; it was unforgettable, but you still tried. 

“No, Mr. J. I don’t.” You nearly pleaded hoping he could see the hidden message behind your eyes. Let it go. 

“So, it’s Mr. J, now?” He asked with a look that mocked confusion. 

“I’ve always called you Mr J, Mr. J.” You furrowed your eye brows. 

“That’s funny, it was please daddy the last time I saw ya.” He stated as his voice changed as a mockery of your own. You feel your eyebrow raise without warning and the heat from your cheeks was released in a sign. Perhaps you’d called him daddy once or twice during the entire ordeal, but it was what he’d apparently liked. To bring it up now as a joke to embarrass you was a low blow .

“You don’t remember?” he asked moving an inch closer. A hand absently finds its way to your hair, pushing a few strands behind your ear. 

“Ya got something for me t’deliver Mr. J?” You question in an attempt to avoid him all together and the annoyance in your voice was evident. He growled. He didn’t speak this time. Instead, he continued to stare at you and the more uncomfortable you got the more intense the stares felt. 

“Ya think ya can avoid me and I not notice?” He moves closer again. 

“I told you, I’m not.” You lie. He tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes. If there was one thing he didn’t tolerate, it was lying. 

“Stupid, isn’t a good look on ya doll.” He antagonized. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Don’t call me that.” You never liked that nickname and no one ever called you it. it implied beauty, frailty and innocence; three things that you were indefinitely not. You were a killer if need be, a hired gun if need be, a delivery girl if need be, a doll; not even in the slightest. 

“Mmmm well which do you prefer? Sweetie, baby, pumpkin pie, princess?” He questioned and you couldn’t stop the slight glance to the side as your insides clenched at the idea of the last one. Muscle memory would never allow you to forget the way he made your body feel when he called you that the last time you two interacted. You eyes snapped back to his as you attempted that the current moment didn’t happen. 

“Ohhhhh, I like the response to that one.” He cooed taking another step in your direction. You should have known you couldn’t do anything without him noticing it considering his eyes never left your skin, but what did he expect you to do?

“I can’t….do this.” You responded using your fore finger and your thumb to softly grip the bridge of your nose. There was no right answer or response; only a never ending taunt fueled by his vulgar nature.

“Ohhh, what have I taught cha’ about that word?” His voice was low this time as if to put forth an emphasis on his stature over you. His pause was agonizingly slow as he stared at you, waiting for a reply. Your eyebrows furrow in response to his question and you find yourself taking an instinctive step back wards towards the closed door. That word was always off limits and the mere memory of what he did to you the last time you used it was enough to make you recoil from him. 

“Should I repeat the lesson?” He questioned and your instant rush of panic caused you to look away from him. Your eyes scanned the room for an emergency out just incase this got messy, but you knew currently there were only 2 ways out of this room with him. One was the closed door behind you and the other was the large window that acted as a wall for his penthouse’s living room. Considering he was the top floor, the window wasn’t an option. 

“Please don’t.” You urged allowing your eyes to shut for a brief moment as if trying to destroy the images of his previous lesson from your mind. You still had the scars, the bruises, the scraps and now every time he reminded you of it; you still managed to feel the pain as well. Muscle memory. 

“Don’t what?” He questioned placing his index finger behind his ear as if he didn’t hear your plea. 

“Please don’t punish me.” You answered and his smile widened. Such a sadist. 

“That’s a good girl.” his voice broke as he enthused and if you didn’t know him well you’d think he was overwhelmingly pleased. You rolled your eyes and he growled while taking another step toward you.

“Stop.” you demanded, but there was a slight waver in your voice and it hits the atmosphere like a plea. He smiles. 

“I’m am not going to do anything.” he stated simply before pulling his arms up on either side of him as if to show he was harmless, but you knew better. If he wasn’t up to anything then why were you here, and why did you feel anything but safe? Your confusion must have been clear on your face because he finally spoke. 

“I just need ya to do something for me….” he suggested, lingering on the last word and taking another step towards you. He was inches away from you now, and you some how felt relieved because perhaps this was a business thing. You felt yourself perk back to life believing the nonsense before was finally over until he spoke again. 

“Cum for me.” He spoke in a low tone while focusing his eyes in on your lips. 

Your eyebrows wrinkle before your facial features nearly crumble like pastries in front of him. His eyes didn’t meet yours, but they stayed intent on watching your lips as if there was something to be desired there. 

“Cum for me, Princess.” He repeated, this time adding the nickname that was now etched into your mind. You could feel yourself beginning to fall apart at the seams, but you still attempted to keep your outer form composed. You refused to be affected by him or his taunts, but you couldn’t stop the feeling of your thighs tightening in response to the growing discomfort in your lower abdomen. 

“That’s…..not gonna do anything.” You speak with uncertainty. He smiles again before closed up the rest of the space between the two of you. His left hand reached up slowly to rest firmly against the wall beside your face while his other lightly nipped at the front of your shirt. Your back against the door and his hands boxing you in made you uncomfortable, but you only shifted your weight and looked away from him. It was as if his eyes had fingers and they slowly slid from the base of your body back up to your eyes. 

“Look at me.” He demanded shifting his leg slightly so that he was comfortable close to you now. His angle was strategic for he was close enough to keep you boxed in, but far enough to see your entire body in one glance. You wouldn’t indulge him, instead, you took an unsteady breath through your lips. 

“Look at me.” he requested again except more stern this time. You couldn’t resist the involuntary movement of your eyes focusing in on his, and the intensity behind them made you feel as though you were a child under scrutiny. You could feel yourself losing this battle for you had a desire for him that you couldn’t control and this fact gave him power over you. The idea and thought of being under someone else’s control nearly made you ill, but you couldn’t stop the reaction you surrendered to him as he looked at you. It was as if there was a click in his head as his eyes dropped from yours and grazed over your frame once more. What was he seeing?

“How long had ya been keeping your little secret? All that killing, all that rage, but you’ve never been touched. What do they call that……irony?” He questioned glancing off to the side as if trying to think of the right word. You didn’t find his false sense of humor funny, and you attempted to push off the wall and move away from him only to have his hand push you back gently.

“Are you done? You think you know me because I make a few delivers for you? Because I answer your phone calls when you need business handled? You don’t know a thing….about me.” You could feel your rage bubbling over faster than you could catch it. You were a complicated person, this you could admit, but to have him stand before you as if you were an open book to him set your nerves on edge. 

“Careful. - I fucked you.” He answered simply while allowing a noise from the based of his throat to slip through his lips before moving slightly closer to you. His face remained relatively straight as he spoke. “The way you hesitated when I touched you. Your little looks of confusion when I made you feel things you’ve never felt before. The fear on your face when I made you cum. Had you ever cum before?” His question was taunting but there was a hint of genuine curiosity behind it all. He legitimately wanted an answer. 

“Please, stop.” You pleaded when you realized where this was going. 

“No, no, no Princess, that’s not one of the answer choices. Yes…..no?”  He questioned lingering on the words as if attempting to answer for you. His fingers shook from left to right in front of your lips as if he didn’t want to hear anything else from you, but his eyes once again zeroed in there as if waiting expectantly for your answer. 

“No.” You answered honestly feeling yourself giving up. He found solace in your surrender and the small smile on his face assured you of this.

“No….?” He questioned. 

“No sir.” You corrected, and his smile widened as he nodded. 

“Theeeeeere she is.” he mused before moving his upper half closer to yours before making small patterns into your shirt’s fabric with his free hand. 

“Do you still wanna to leave?” He questioned poking out his bottom lip. You nodded only to have him nodded in return as if mirroring your action. 

“Then do what I asked, and you can go.” He assured. You wrinkled your eyebrows as you looked at him. What did he want?

“Be a good girl. Cum for Daddy.” He requested slipping his free hand down the front of your pants and into the delicate confines of your underwear. You moved in protest only to have his fingers slide against the folds of your private area. You weren’t prepared for the sudden invasion or the distinct feeling of pleasure resonating at the base of your abdomen. 

“Don’t you want my help? …..You want this?” He questioned pushing harder against your skin. You couldn’t answer, you could only think back to the previous time he had his fingers at the base of your sensitivity and you surrendered. He would have you again if you kept this up, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You weren’t his, but in this moment, you were. 

The moment I became terrified and aroused at the same time.

The Signs As...  "Pirates Of The Caribbean" Characters

Aries: Davy Jones

Taurus: Joshamee Gibbs

Gemini: Hector Barbossa

Cancer: Pintel

Leo: James Norrington

Virgo: Captain Jack Sparrow

Libra: Cutler Beckett

Scorpio: Elizabeth Swann

Sagittarius: William Turner

Capricorn: Ragetti

Aquarius: Tia Dalma

Pisces: Weatherby Swann

Waking a sleeping Jared: a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it (Jibcon 8)

BONUS:

Being in the Suicide Squad would include:

Spoilers.

Hating the guts out of Amanda Waller.

Rick and her constantly threatening to blow the bomb in your neck because you’re so reckless.

When they come and look at you to see if your worthy for the Suicide Squad the first thing you said was  “Oh piss off won’t ya?”

Harley takes a liking to you.

Befriending Croc but knowing to keep your distance because you can just feel his need to eat you.

Screaming when you get your box of old belongings back.

Taking forever deciding what to wear.

After Diablo tells everyone in the bar about his past you stick with him and comfort him.

It’s like one big messy family.

“Wait… The Flash caught you?! What was he like?”

Boomerang getting annoyed that you’re amused he was caught by The Flash.

Yeah you may be a bad guy and you might be scared of Batman but hell, you’re terrified of Joker.

Taking cover and not fighting back when Joker comes to get Harley.

Knowing Deadshot wont shoot her.

“What was she like? Your daughter?”

“My world.”

“Cute. Cringey but cute.”

Katana watching you because she is certain you will rebel.

Though you help her fight Enchantress in the final battle and earn her trust.

Mourning Diablo.

Your request upon going back to your cell (amongst other things) was to punch the guard who always taunts all of you. 

Another wish was that Diablo gets a proper burial.

Shaking Rick’s hand before going back to your cell.

“I hope everything works out well with your crazy ex-witch girlfriend.”

Being best buddies with Boomerang.

Killer Croc liking you.

“If you ever need to get somewhere fast just drop by the sewers. I feel the vibrations through the water. I’ll try not to eat you.”

Learning some Japanese off of Katana.

Overall it was a good trip for you.

Character Strengths and Related Flaws

So, we all know the drill. When you’re creating a character, you want them to be balanced. Your character should have both strengths and flaws. You’re not making a perfect person, nor are you making a complete monster.

However, sometimes you can find yourself just going for a random assemblage of flaws, as if picking them out of a hat. That’s one way to go about it, but I think the much better way is to look at the strengths you’ve given your character, and see what flaws may correspond to them, what characteristics are often found together. For example:

Adaptable

Definition: able to adjust to new conditions

Flaws: overly compliant, blindly obedient

Adventurous

Definition: willing to take risks or to try out new methods, ideas, or experiences

Flaws: rash, foolhardy, takes unnecessary risks

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