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1. state your name: Amelia, Mia is my nickname.
2. state the name that your parents almost named you: If I was going to be a boy, my parents would have named me “Vincenzo”. xD It’s a pretty cool name, but I’m happy to be named Amelia~
3. which of your relatives do you get along with the most? My mom and my older brother.
4. what was your first job? Neverreallyhadajobyet—
5. did anything embarrassing happen this week? Not yet! I’m still waiting for the moment I trip or fall over-
6. do you miss your ex? My last? No.
7. white chocolate or dark chocolate? Dark~
8. do people praise you for your looks? I guess? xD
9. what is your favorite color of clothing to wear? Down-to-earth tones, like brown~
10. how do you wear your makeup? I try to not wear so much, so usually I just wear mascera and eye-liner.
11. what are some of your nicknames? Mia, Mia Bean~
12. how many bedrooms are in your house? Four~
13. how many bathrooms? Three~
15. do you have a car? No. I need to get my license first—
16. do you work out every week? I try to keep myself working out every week!
17. did you brush your teeth this morning? Of course! Dental hygiene is important~
18. have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? Nope.
19. have you ever sung in front of a crowd?
20. what kind of bathing suit do you wear? A one piece suit that isn’t a speedo. xD
21. do you like your eyes? I think they’re pretty, so yes~
22. do you think you are pretty? I’m getting more confident in my appearance, so yes, I do think so~
23. who was the last person you talked to in person? My little sister.
24. how much money in your bank account? Notsure—
25. are you single? Yep! Living the single life for a loooooooooooong time!
26. do you want kids? I do.~ But after I’m settled and everything.
27. tell me what your backpack looks like: A black back a single strap, with many hidden pockets~ I can hide my laptop in there!
28. what celebrity do you think is hot? Err— —Joseph Gordon Levitt—
29. last movie you saw in theaters: Sherlock Holmes II: Shadow Games
30. are you dating the same person you dated last year? Nope.
31. has someone you were dating ever cheated on you? They better not have!
32. have you ever cheated? HELL NO.
33: have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? Fuck this shit—
34: what do you like to do in your spare time? Draw, tumblr, write, play video games, and spend time with my pups~
35: what’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you?My neighbor’s cat kept rubbing up against my leg every time I took a step. It was so cute and precious!
36: who was the last person you texted? My mom—
37: how many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? Three? But I really only count the first as an actual relationship, so— One.
38: how do you look right now? FABULOUS.
39: who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”? No one.
Never As Planned | Alister & Teresa
The initial reason behind the trip to Risembool was to see if Hohenheim was around. Alister hadn’t heard anything about him, but knew that his family had been there once, and thus it was perfectly sensible for Hohenheim to return there, right? The train ride had been a bit boring— Really, the damn place was the middle of nowhere— but watching the people on the train wasn’t terribly bad. Just… odd. As the train came to a halt at the Risembool Station, Alister grabbed his suitcase (he had heard that it was best to be prepared for anything; at least other humans had told him that— so he had packed some changes of clothes and as many alchemy books as he could in the remaining space) and got off the train.
The air was peaceful, it made sense now… Hohenheim would want to be in a place where there was peace, somewhere that he could be calm and feel safe… Something that contrasted with his previous life. Why would he leave? I gave him a form that would live forever… He could live forever here. The blond male headed down from the platform and looked around. Where the hell did Hohenheim live, though? Alister wasn’t in the mood to check every house, and it would be really awkward to ask anyone. But it was his only shot. Someone would have to know. So he headed toward what looked like… A farm? Well, Risembool wasn’t a bustling city, and Amestris needed farms. Should’ve kept better track of these places, though…
"Damn him… I’m certain I’ll never live this down, but if not now, then when? Humans don’t live their lives as cowards… They get up and keep going…" And of course, Alister had become preoccupied with his thoughts, and promptly managed to stumble over a— Is this a fence? It’s not doing a very good job of keeping people out… A groan escaped the flustered man as he stood up and brushed the dirt off of his clothes. Maybe someone will come along… Maybe I’ll get lucky and Hohenheim will come along. Is that luck, though? After all I’ve done…
It was near time to gather up the needed supplies and produce to deliver, so Teresa had prepared her cart for this very reason. Crates and boxes full of fruits, vegetables, and several cartons of milk were placed on the wooden transportation.
"Alright, Kathleen, we’re all set here." The brunette walked towards the large black mare, and gently pat alongside her sturdy neck. "How do you feel?"
Being nudged by the large Clydesdale with her nose, Teresa could confirm that the trip could be made.
"Okay, let’s get going….?" Trailing off as a man with golden hair nearly tripped over her fence. Didn’t he notice that? Or was he just so lost in his…er, grumbling? Grumbling, to notice the wooden fence.
"…" Her head tilted in confusion, and Kathleen mimicked her actions, before the farmer climbed up upon the mare’s back, and clicked her side with her boot covered heels. "C’mon, girl."
So they proceeded to head over towards the man, just wondering who he was, and why he looked lost. Maybe he needed directions?
Striking for Freedom//@winnyrockbell
Winry nodded, an innocent look of concern on her face. She had never been a great at getting away with lies… But acting, that she could get into.
"Please sir," She began, her voice cracking as she pleaded. "We’ll sit in the back with the milk, we won’t touch anything. My friend, she just needs help." The driver, while still carrying some skepticism on his brow, grunted and nodded towards the back of the cart.
Yes! Winry bowed, “Thank you so much, you won’t hear a peep out of us.” And with that, she rushed her basket into the wagon and quickly returned to Teresa to help the “crippled” girl limp to the back. Climbing in, she held out a hand for the brunette, a wide smile relieving her joy. The man had already turned back to the road and therefore missed the sly grin on the blonde’s face, like a fox that had just made off with the last goose.
Damn, Winry’s good.
Teresa definitely had a lot of respect for her friend, in fact the most she had was for her and her parents, but now it just skyrocketed to new heights.
So now they had a new ride, and she was excited. Picking up her basket and placing it in the cart first, she limped over towards the blonde, and placed her hand into the other’s, only to be pulled in. And once the cart was rolling, Teresa looked to Winry, and hid that wide grin that could engulf her face.
"You son of a gun," She mouthed, shoulders shaking with laughter.
Both sides of her family come from different religions and social structures, therefore she has a bit more freedom in what she believes in. So ever since she was thirteen, her immediate family has followed more closely towards her mother’s side of religion.
Her father’s side doesn’t really practice any religion; only that there is an afterlife once death is around, and everyone has a purpose once they’re born. In a way, her father’s side of the family would be Christians (or something similar in the FMA world).
Her mother’s side involves the belief that there are spirits all around; within nature, and all creatures alike on the planet. They, too, believe there is an afterlife once death is upon them. However, the spirits that have departed are still with them, and would sometimes guide them in different forms to lead them away from the path of sorrow and into the light. But there is still a single Creator that had made everything that would guide the spirits.
OutofFarming: I’m still working on their beliefs, especially her mother’s side, since it does play a huge role in her life. I’ll try to let you guys know more about it once I solidify it all~
Headcanon: Physical Pain
Teresa has a pretty moderate pain tolerance due to working in the fields and doing most, if not all, of the farm work by herself. For example, if she were to get a sprained ankle, she’d work it off until it became apparent that it’s only slowing down the work flow.
However, if she were to break a limb, she’d definitely show she was in pain, but if only for the first twenty minutes. Afterwards, once she made her visit to the hospital, she’d try to work with it like an idiot, until someone would catch her and make her lie down and rest so she could recover completely.
Hello, dears~ I’m thinking of uploading random headcanons for Teresa, or making some up depending on what I think up of. xD
If you’d like me to upload headcanons for this little lady, like this post! If you want me to have a specific headcanon posted up, just add a comment to this post, or send me an ask!
Striking for Freedom//@winnyrockbell
Winry looked up, cupping a hand over her brow as to get a better look. Yes, it seemed Teresa was right! “Perfect! Perfect!” She exclaimed excitedly, quickly gathering up her muddy clothes, turning them inside out, and shoving them back in her basket.
"Okay, lets ask for a ride-" the thrilled smile fell from her face as she turned to her friend, who was still covered head-to-toe in mud. "Umm…" Shifting her eyes from Teresa, to the cart quickly approaching, then back to Teresa, Winry nodded and gritted her teeth. "Pretend like you twisted your ankle!" She whispered, urgently kicking at the brunettes leg without actually making contact.
"We’ll say you fell down the slope and ask if they can take us into town for a doctor." Her voice got progressively lower as the cart rolled to a slow in front of them, the driver lifting his brows in confusion at the two girls before him.
Pretend her ankle had twisted? That seemed like a pretty great idea, but would she be able to pull it off? She’ll just have to see, then won’t she?
"Okay, I’ll give it a shot." Her own voice got lower as she lifted her ankle up carefully, at least a couple inches off the ground, before hunching over to inspect her ankle. Make it believable! …Dammit, maybe she should have twisted her ankle just in case! Or she could at least show some ankle beneath all that mud and ripped stockings.
But either way, the cart had stopped by them, and Teresa lifted her head up, looking to Winry, before looking back towards the driver. “Sir, please, we need help.” She tried to sound as helpless as she could, furrowing her eyebrows in worry. “I’ve twisted my ankle in a nasty fall, and I’m worried we won’t be able to make it to the doctor’s in time. Will you please help us?”
Well, what do you know? It started to work again. |D; Albeit it is slow, it’s still able to function a bit longer. Hurray~
But at least everything I needed is already set in case this were to happen again, and then
for real, it’ll shut down.
But until then, hurray! I’m back~
And working on drafts and presents no worries~
Striking for Freedom//@winnyrockbell
She set down her basket and rolled her arm, feeling it move smoothly and comfortably in the socket. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. We’re just lucky neither of us twisted an ankle coming down that hill…” She mused, gazing back at the slippery mess.
"Come on," Hoisting her basket back up to her hip, Winry nodded, "I think the road is this way."
Upon reaching the cracked pavement, Winry decided it was best to attempt to change. “We’re covered in mud, we look crazy. The least we can do it change into our sleepwear…” Kneeling down, she began to rummage through her goods. “Plus, someone might recognize our maid dresses as belonging to the manner and the last thing we need is to give those people a lead as to where we went..”
Digging out her nightdress, she gave it a good shake before standing to face her friend. “Watch the road, I’m going to change right here.”
"You go it," Sticking her thumb up in response, Teresa turned towards the road, placing her basket down beside her. "I’ll change after you."
Especially since she got them both covered in mud. This is one of the reasons why she missed wearing pants so much. And boots! Oh, how she missed boots…
Well, she stood on watch while waiting for Winry to finish changing, and although it wasn’t long until she finished, the brunette blinked as she heard something. “Hey! Winry! I think I see a carriage.”
Her voice remained low, almost unintelligible. She hoped it wasn’t any of those guards that looked like they hated their job more than the two women did, but this cart looked more like a…
"It’s a milk carriage! …They exist?"
Roleplay with nobilisxcanem: Meeting with Grace and Sweets
⋖┆「♚」┆Rising to a stand upon notification of the arrival of the great Duchess Nightingale, simply expected he greet the elderly woman himself as it were custom to one of higher standing then your own. His very own butler opening the grand doors, the entrance to his abode, approaching the carriage with pleasantry in place, lovely masks of gracious demeanor exercised. Awaited his own servants to cater to the blockade in his way, exit granted to both females, petite palm offer to aid both females out.
❝Duchess Nightingale, always a pleasure.❞Attention shifting the younger, adjacent arm offered for her taking. ❝Mi’lady. Welcome to the House of Phantomhive.❞Cerulean cascade meeting emerald duos, meeting contradicting complexions yet cared not to question. Truly uncaring toward back story and truth toward the family themselves, tan to alabaster, the older’s flesh coated in pale while the youth displaying sun-kissed tones. ❝Allow me to show you in. I do hope you do not mind we’ll be serving tea and strawberry parfaits.❞
Awaited confirmation in physical action to bring forth both women into his manor. Steps echoing up many granite steps, into large corridors littered in doors leading to mystery. Valuables placed tastefully amongst many portraits that he, personally, deemed pointless. Beautiful, exquisite, yet no personal items made themselves known. Like it’s owner, wrapped in allure yet silently voiced itself, himself, mysterious. Unknown.
❝It’s this room here, Mi’ladies.❞Being sure to seat both females, before himself across the pair.
❝Please do help yourself to the tea and sweets presented.❞ A pause between phrase, syllables chosen carefully, smooth timbre to present merriment. ❝I assume this is your granddaughter that you’ve informed me about, Duchess? A pleasure to meet you. I am the head of house, Earl Phantomhive.❞
Seeing the young boy almost puzzled Nickila as he greeted the two of them, but she was pretty relieved to see that their differences weren’t brought up to question. “Thank you, young man. I’ve been looking forward to this visit for /ages/.” Duchess Nightingale smiled with warmth and sincerity as she carefully allowed herself out with assistance. For Nickila, it wasn’t as difficult for her to slip out of the carriage.
Entering the Phantomhive manor felt like entering a new world of mystery. Sure, it looked very nice and rather extravagant on the inside, but these visits have made the young girl used to such sights. Here, however, felt very differently. Like there were secrets that lied behind each door, those that should never be opened…
"Nickila, dear, this way," The grandmother whispered softly, placing a soft hand against Nickila’s shoulder, drawing her back towards the designation. It seemed like she would learn more about this home during tea time.
"Thank you very kindly, young Phantomhive. You live up to your reputation as a wonderful host!" Now sitting down with ease, Monica placed her hands upon her lap, until she was spoken to once more. Her rose colored lips curled into a proud smile, gesturing with her hand towards her granddaughter, whose curiosity was upon the tea set chosen for this day. "Yes, this is Nickila Nightingale, my youngest granddaughter."
"Ah, the pleasure’s all mine," Nickila responded almost right away, nodding her head towards the young earl, only to correct herself. "I mean, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well."
"What a wonderful tea set you’ve set here." It seemed as though Duchess Nightingale knew also how to avoid an awkward discussion for her granddaughter, much to the young one’s relief. "Would you care to tell me which this might be?"