#bi0w0lf

Biggest: have baby maybe?  Smallest: find someone to have that maybe baby with....

FILM: booksmart is literally superbad but with girls instead of boys. 

I’ve noticed in fandoms where you can personify characters however you wish (like The Courier in New Vegas or Jack from Bioshock 1) in fandom spaces your potential personal interpretation of them won’t be considered as canon...even though they’re blank states for you to personify...but because fanon ideas are more popular, those depictions have to be more canon. I use to rp as a courier in the NV fandom way back when and there was another very popular courier blog around. People would be like, “omg I love your oc so much I see her as the CANON COURIER!!’ and it made so many people feel shitty because, that’s straight up public bias. But more than that, there’s been moments where people don’t like your design or FC for these sorts of characters because it’s not what THEY personally see.  Also, in the Saints Row fandom I saw a few popular artists make fun of how people choose to depict their bosses or rather, how they may diverge their canon. And I’m like, ‘..you’re meant to customize your character, let people do what they want to do damn.’

Marcie is the kind of person to mind her own business unless someone is unable to help themselves. So, basically only kids and dogs will see her gentler side without knowing her. She was taught to never give anything without getting anything, and is good at bargaining. Her mother taught her never to be played for a fool, and that ideal persists. It’s gotten her into more issues than she would like, as she sees it as basic dignity and respect that any person should be afforded.  So if she sees someone being swindled, she might be inclined to overstep her bounds and assist them, but she can’t do it every time and not for people who could know better. So, she’s not exactly a benevolent person, she will help others when it helps herself. She might help someone to her own loss, but pride in oneself also has value.

A near hundred years of practice meant Spoons knew the human body intimately as well as the various areas of trigger spots and common knots. She dug her dainty thumbs into Tom’s back with a surprising strength, working out sore muscles. “Oh, you’re crunchy!” she commented. “Guess ya needed this.”

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“W-w-what - what is that?” he asked the other as he approached, already searching old databanks for information on his own even as he awaited an explanation. Thomas was faster than his faulty augments, and explained it as a traditional thing - when two people stood under the plant together, they were supposed to kiss. That… he probably should have thought about something like that, before coming over here and standing under it. “Oh…” he could feel the colour rising on his face, suddenly aware of… proximity, he supposed?  “Is that,” he fidgeted, “I-is that still like… a thing?” Not that they had to kiss or anything. It didn’t seem fair to make someone kiss someone else, even for a tradition that may or may not be followed any more. But… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask either.

           “ Want to bring him back still. Help me make a stretcher…? ”