faith fraser

when anyone tells me I can't do anything, I'm not listening anymore independent roleplay blog for Faith Fraser of Outlander.

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“Thanks for not blowin’ my head off.” (from asmeoraich)

The usually warm whisky-coloured eyes had taken on the appearance of those of a hawk, ever watching, ever keeping their owner informed of the need to attack. One wrong move was all it would take.

“Dinna get too cocky. I havena ruled it out completely.”

Gun may be lowered to her side, but she was not unready to use it if her suspicions proved true. For now, though, he seemed harmless enough, even if his clothing was...odd as was his manner too. Growing up in the wake of Culloden, witnessing the horror of the English’s reign of blood in the Highlands, she was naturally wary of strangers, but she was first and foremost a compassionate woman. The man would live until he proved himself unworthy of her mercy. Or her father’s, for that was who she was taking him to now. Da would know what to do with the man. Da always knew what to do.

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“the last of us” inspired sentence starters

change pronouns/ect if necessary

“i sell hardcore drugs.”

“we need help.”

“you’re gonna be okay.”

“believe in the fireflies.”

“got enough ration cards to last us a few months.”

“be careful.”

“i am the romantic type.”

“don’t leave me to turn.”

“it’s gettin’ close to curfew.”

“going outside the wall is suicide.”

“you mumble in your sleep.”

“i hate bad dreams.”

“it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”

“are you still breathing?”

“we’re shitty people.”

“our luck had to run out sooner or later.”

“don’t touch me.”

“she’s infected.”

“just fucking go.”

“i can’t swim.”

“does it sound like i know how to whistle?”

“i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”

“let’s get the hell outta here.”

“goddammit—i’m clean!”

“i owe you nothin’.”

“there’s one inside.”

“it’s the normal people that scare me.”

“you of all people should understand that.”

“i can handle myself.”

“once upon a time, i had somebody i had to look after.”

“you don’t need to worry about me.”

“fuckin’ hunters.”

“i’ve been on both sides.”

“so–you kill a lot of innocent people?”

“you sacrifice the few to save the many.”

“i don’t think they saw us.”

“trust me, it ain’t easy.”

“damn it—spores.”

“somethin’ on your mind?”

“you make every shot count.”

“just so we’re clear… it was either him or me.”

“how’d i do?”

“yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you.”

“you’re bleeding.”

“we can help each other.”

“i saved you!”

“you wanna hear a joke about pizza? …never mind, it was too cheesy.”

“how is it you’re never scared?”

“what are you scared of?”

“i’m scared of ending up alone.”

“it’s all your fault!”

“thanks for not blowin’ my head off.”

“you survived because of me.”

“you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”

“you still remember how to kill, right?”

“hey, hey—are you hurt?”

“i guess we’re both disappointed with each other, then.”

“what do you want from me?”

“i can’t get infected!”

“you are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”

“i’ve lost people, too.”

“you have no idea what loss is.”

“everyone i’ve ever cared for has either died or left me.”

“sounds like runners.”

“can you walk?”

“stay the fuck back!”

“i think we’re safe.”

“you’re a better shot with that thing than i am.”

“don’t sound so disappointed.”

“you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”

“i believe that everything happens for a reason.”

“you’re just a kid.”

“i can protect you.”

“i’ll come back for you.”

“you’re a fucking animal.”

“you have no idea what i’m capable of.”

“i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar.”

“another city, another abandoned quarantine zone.”

“is this everything you were hoping for?”

“we don’t have to do this.”

“i ain’t leavin’ without you.”

“i guess you can’t escape your past.”

“hands in the fucking air!”

“i pretty much lost everything.”

“no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”

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Both of the girls were born with the Fraser stubbornness- but then a little voice at the back of Claire’s mind reminded her that she had a tendency toward stubbornness herself. She already felt sorry for whatever poor men happened to fall in love with her daughters one day. She smiled at the thought as she gazed at her daughter, noting the set of her jaw and the firm look in her eyes. Just wait until you get home, James Fraser. You, too, will suffer the stubbornness of your daughters.

“And who will watch over your sister while we’re busy here, then? You know how she runs off. I don’t want her unsupervised while the Red Coats are nearby, Faith.” 

Sighing, Claire reached out to frame her eldest daughter’s face. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before straightening to gaze at her, her own features soft. 

“I know you want to lend me support, sweetheart, but I worry about Bree. She needs her big sister to keep watch over her. Please?”

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“Fergus says he’ll take her wi’ him. Da said before he went that he shouldna be seen either after what happened wi’ his hand. So she willna be alone.”

The little arms crossed in front of her chest, her jaw tightening and jutting forward. Her mother could try all she wanted, Faith thought, but she wouldn’t sway her from what she had set her mind to. It wasn’t that her father had ever actually been here in the house when the English had come knocking, but she had noticed a change in her mother with his leaving and now Faith worried for her. 

What if the reminder of the red coats taking her father away was too much? What if they were worse now that they knew he had been here, or nearby at least? What if they came to make life even more difficult for them? She’d overheard uncle Ian and Auntie Jenny discussing these very possibilities, and given that she thought they knew much more about this than she did, she was willing to take their fears as fact. 

“Ye need me more than she does.”

And that’s final, said her tone. 

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“you don’t need to worry about me.”

“The Last of Us” Sentence Starters - annsachd

Claire sat back on her heels and gazed out over the loch, a hint of a smile playing on her lips at her daughter’s words. They were headed home now, back to Lallybroch after the madness that’d happened in Edinburgh. They were a family now, the four of them; Claire, Jamie, Faith, and Brianna; even young Ian and Fergus. How strange it was to listen to the sounds of them together, father and daughters, and extended family as well; laughter and storytelling, so much joy that she’d never imagined experiencing. Strange, but beautiful. And how fascinating it was to get to know her eldest, to discover the wonderful woman she had grown to be.

She glanced sideways at the girl, arms folded across her knees. After a moment, Claire shifted closer and reached out to catch Faith’s hand, fingertips tracing over the back of it, her knuckles, her long, slim fingers that reminded her of her own hands. These were a healer’s hands, so much unlike the bigger, thicker hands her father and sister shared. She pressed a kiss to the smooth knuckles and let out a soft sigh.

     “You’re my daughter, Faith. I have worried about you from the      moment I knew you existed, and I will continue to worry about      you until the day I die. I know you’re strong. You’ve been through…”

Claire closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly before opening them to offer her daughter a sad smile.

     “You’ve been through so much since that day on the hill. But      you survived, and you are beautiful and magnificent and yet–      I still can’t help worrying. Such is being a mother, darling. I      expect you’ll discover that soon enough yourself.”

And that was a whole other worry to consider. Faith was old enough to be married now, but Jamie seemed perfectly content to ignore that little fact. Claire wanted her to find love, of course. And even still, marriage meant children and children meant childbirth, which could be so dangerous- even more so in this time. But Claire was here now. She would see that nothing happened, that both of her daughters were kept safe and healthy and all would be well.

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        Sea blue eyes narrowed into slits. Not at the shove,         but at her sister’s scolding. She knew that her mother         worried and she didn’t need to hear it from her sister.         And yet, she couldn’t stop her wandering feet, either.         The thought of staying put all day was enough to          drive her mad. No, she needed to go, to explore, to         follow her feet.

           Still, she could have ignored her sister, moved on            with her day, dismissed the lecture. After all, her            sister was not her mother, and Brianna did not            have to look contrite. But then Faith brought up            their father, and those blue eyes that he’d passed            to his second daughter lit up with angry fire.

        “But he’s no here, is he? He left and he didna even          say goodbye!”

           Never mind that she knew it was for the best, that            they had been close to starving to death and he            had saved them. She was a little girl who wanted            her father and only knew that she had been seven            when he left in the middle of the night without a            goodbye or promise to return. 

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Her jaw tightened against the rage in her sister’s voice, that Fraser stubbornness setting in, urging her to continue this argument until she won. But there was another voice in there reminding her that this was her little sister, the little girl who had been even more destroyed than Faith had been by their father’s leaving. She could have kicked herself for bringing their father up, for reminding her of his absence ( though surely it wouldn’t be something she could forget ) and she considered dropping her lecture to wrap Brianna in her arms and tell her everything would be okay. But she couldn’t. Her mother’s face swam before her mind’s eye and she crossed her arms against her chest, hugging herself instead. 

                                    “This isna about him, Bree. Ye ken why he                                   left and ye ken why he didna say goodbye.”

Faith knew it didn’t make it any easier, knowing why he left. He should never have had to leave in the first place. It wasn’t fair. This was his home and his family, and they needed him here. Their mother especially so. 

                                “Look...take me wi’ ye next time. Or Michael,                                 Janet, Jamie. Someone. She willna worry so                                 much if yer no alone.”

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      She’d grown up believing she was an only       child. Of course, she’d also grown up two       hundred years in the future, separate from       all the family that Faith had been surrounded       by all of her life. And it wasn’t as if she resented       her older sister. Actually, Brianna was a bit        jealous of her. At the very least, she’d grown       up surrounded by family, knowing who she       really was. Brianna hadn’t even known she       had an older sister.

          “I don’t know what it means to have a sister.”       

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Faith may have grown up surrounded by her father’s family, found a brother in Fergus and sisters in Marsali and Joan (even if that had only been in the last few years and at the expense of having quite literally the wicked step-mother), she had largely grown up without an immediate family. It had been her aunt Jenny who had raised her, been her mother even though Faith had always known that she wasn’t really. Her real mother had left her on a hillside twenty years before and her father had lived first in a cave, then a prison and then down in England, returning only when Faith was nearing fourteen. She’d longed for her mother to be there to help her through those years when her father was gone. She’d longed for the sibling that she knew she must have but would possibly never know to share the burden of being a Scot in the wake of Culloden. But they had never appeared. Until now. And honestly, the joy of it could kill her along with the suffering of all that lost time. 

                    “We can figure it out together, aye? That’s part o’ what                        it means, do ye no think? That we dinna have to be                        alone anymore?”

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Stay here, Jamie had told her. Faith will be back soon. 

Claire had been half torn between bolting out the door and doing as Jamie had suggested. In the end, reason had won out and she’d taken to pacing back and forth behind the counter. What would Faith think? What would she feel? Jamie had assured her that her daughter didn’t hate her, but Claire wasn’t quite convinced. She could still feel that little hand in her own, torn right out of her grasp as the stones had sucked her in, dragging away from that child who would very much need a mother in the coming years. 

She would’ve given almost anything to turn right around and go back through to Faith. It was all water under the bridge now, but Claire had lived with that guilt and worry, that constant fear for twenty years. Now she was here, and she couldn’t help worrying all over again for an entirely different reason. Faith was alive and well, beautiful and perfect, but she and her mother were as good as strangers.

She stopped pacing and looked up when the door opened. Twenty years and the roundness of youth had faded away to reveal a beautiful young woman. Claire recognized her firstborn even now, changed as the girl was. She held her breath for a moment, gazing wordlessly at her daughter while the emotions washed over her. She was even lovelier than Jamie had described, but then-  words could never be enough when it came to the description of one’s child. 

At last, Claire smiled a watery smile, tears glittering in her eyes, and she moved slowly to step out around the counter. 

“My beautiful girl. I’m here now.” 

Her voice came out in a wavering whisper, and suddenly she was rushing toward her, arms slipping around the girl after only a moment of hesitation. She kept her hold loose for the moment in case Faith wanted to pull away, but she buried her face in those dark locks.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t come back sooner, my sweet girl.”

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Tears were welling in her eyes and spilling over to run freely down her cheeks completely involuntarily. She wasn’t sure if they were tears of joy at her mother’s appearance or tears of sadness for all the time they had lost. This woman was a complete stranger to her, even if she did know who she was. Even if the years hadn’t touched Claire’s face much, she knew that twenty years certainly changed someone. She was likely as much the same person who her father told her stories about as Faith was the same little girl who her mother had left on the hillside twenty years ago.

The only silver lining to comfort her through the grief of being unfamiliar to the one woman who she should have been closer to than any other was that, if she was real, if she was really here before her, they would have their chance to make up for that time and to get to know one another now. It was all Faith had ever wished for all these years, especially when her father had been gone.

The watery smile that grew on her mother’s lips was mirrored on Faith’s, though her face utterly crumbled when her mother spoke. God, I remember that voice. A sob broke through her lips and suddenly she was bawling just like the little girl on the hill had all those years before. But it was okay now, because her mother was here this time to comfort her and she was in Claire’s arms before she even realised her mother had moved. Faith’s slender arms wrapped tightly around her mother’s waist, her head falling against Claire’s shoulder so her face could burrow against her neck.

“Ye’re really here. I didna think I’d ever see ye again.”

The force of her sobbing shook her whole body, making it very difficult to speak so when she did, her voice came out as a choked gabble that she doubted her mother would even understand, but she didn’t care. What she said didn’t matter, only that she was able to say it and for it not to fall on deaf ears.

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The memories of her mother had faded over the years until all she was left with was the vague notion of a warm smile and wild brown hair. She had been far too young when her mother left to fix anything vividly in her mind and she knew she was lucky even to remember what she did. Her father would tell her stories of her mother so often she felt much more familiar than she should. He would tell her repeatedly of how like Claire Faith was and how her eyes were almost identical, even if they had more of the shape of his to them. 

She longed so very much to know her mother, and the sibling she had disappeared through the stones to save. But, at two and twenty, she had rather given up hope of ever seeing her again. If she was going to come back to her, back to her father, then she would have done so already, surely? Her father was always telling her of how much Claire had loved her, loved him. Nothing would keep you from a love like that, would it? Nothing save perhaps her sibling being unable to travel too. 

In her weaker moments Faith would wish that her mother would chose her but it rarely lasted long. Logic would always win out and she knew that Claire would be here with her if she could. It was only the longing of missing a mother barely known that would make her feel this way. 

Her mind had been lingering on her mother as she walked the cobbles back to the print shop which was why when she entered, she was convinced that she was imagining the woman standing behind the counter. She had the wild hair of her mother than Faith remembered, even if it was partially tamed in an up-do just now and her face...God it was like looking in the mirror. 

“Mama?” 

The voice was cracked with emotion as she stared at the woman before her. She still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t imagining the apparition but she found she didn’t much care. She knew who this was, and even if she faded into the mist after a moment, it was the clearest her mother had ever appeared to her. 

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When Jamie reaches out his hand toward Claire, and after an instant’s hesitation, Randall shrugs and pushes her toward him. They just snap together like a clamshell closing, and there’s this moment when they’re both facing him together, Jamie suddenly fierce in spite of the pain and his knowledge that something terrible is about to happen; he has his wife with him. And she then stays with him, holding him tight through the nailing of his hand, holding his head to keep him from having to see it, trying so hard to take his pain. - Diana Gabaldon

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Is it usual, what it is between us? When I touch you… when you lie with me?

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❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞

“Why, Fergus?”

To Faith, Fergus was a much a sibling to her as Brianna was, even if there was no blood tying them. She’d grown up with him protecting her like all big brothers did and she had followed him around just like all annoying younger siblings did. And just like all younger siblings, she virtually worshipped the ground the young French man walked on. He could do no wrong in her eyes and she could never see him as the bad guy. Not now. Not ever. 

She reached out a hand and squeezed his arm, a smile flitting across her lips. 

“Ye’re always the good guy to me, ye know that, aye?”

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headcanon;;

After Jamie was taken off to prison, Faith tried her best to emulate him. There were two reasons for this, the first being that she recognised that someone had to fill his shoes for her mother and sister, and as the eldest child, Faith saw that as her responsibility. Secondly, for as little time as she had spent with them over the years, she was definitely a daddy’s girl and in her eyes, Jamie was perfect. She’d decided from a young age that she wanted to be just like him. 

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❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞

The little girl nodded solemnly, a look belonging on the face of one much older crossing her features. She had learned very early on in life what the English were and just what lengths they would go to to harass them. They’d broken things, stolen food and even killed men on this estate, all because her father had fought in a battle long lost. They’d taken her daddy now too, so surely there was nothing left for them to take, and yet they kept coming every few months. Sometimes they would pretend to be courteous as they searched the house for any contraband but often they were just straight up cruel and uncaring. 

It was because of this that Claire liked her and Brianna to stay out of the way. That and the fact that neither of them were particularly good at keeping their opinions to themselves, even if it would get them into trouble. Faith would usually take Brianna up to the loch to wait out the search of the house, but today she didn’t want to leave. She was old enough now at ten, she thought, to stand by her mother and support her and Faith knew that Claire would need it what with her father gone now...

“Today I’ll play a different part, mama. I willna say anything but I willna leave either.” 

She had that stubborn set to her jaw that all Frasers seemed to inherit, the one that said argue with me at your peril. It would be almost impossible to persuade her now that she had made up her mind. 

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❝ Blah blah … blah blah blah . ❞

Golden eyes rolled at her sister’s performance before Faith gave her a gentle shove. Brianna was always wandering off, traipsing through the woods or off on one of her wee adventures despite being constantly told she should stay put. But, her curiosity so often got the better of her. She would always appear home, of course, after a while with mud all over her gown and twigs in her hair but until she did, their mother would worry about her. And it was Faith that had to sit at home with her while she did. Claire tried to hide it, of course, but Faith could always tell. 

Today was the day she decided that this had gone on long enough and so had waited outside for her sister to return. When she had, Faith had on no uncertain terms told her that she had to stop wandering off, which of course fell on deaf ears. 

“Do ye no think mama’s enough to worry over without you disappearing every day without even telling her where ye’re going? If da was here, he’d thrash ye for what ye put her through.”

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the wolf among us || starters

❝ Is that a threat ? ❞  ❝ These lips are sealed . ❞ ❝ It is better to be feared than loved .❞  ❝ I’ve seen the way you look at ___ , okay ? You’re not foolin’ me .❞ ❝ You’re not as bad as everyone says you are . ❞ ❝ Anyone ever tell you you got a big fuckin’ mouth ? ❞ ❝ Whatever . I’m too out of it to get into it . ❞ ❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞ ❝ You can’t change the past . ❞ ❝ ____ , I’m gonna break your fucking face . ❞ ❝ I’ve heard stories about you . ❞ ❝ In some tiny little bottled up way , deep inside … you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong . ( Because it gives you an excuse to just … stop pretending ) . ❞ ❝ Life is easier with friends . ❞ ❝ Well I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off . ❞ ❝ But no , hate’s the wrong word . They fear you more than anything . ❞ ❝ I know you like this whole ’ lone wolf ’ thing you got going for yourself . ❞ ❝ I wish I could have seen it. ❞ ❝ I’ll see you around . ❞ ❝ You almost looked peaceful . Except you’re lying in a dirty alley . ❞ ❝ Just … try not to be like ( yourself ) … ❞ ❝ Pardon the intrusion . I wasn’t aware this was a munchkin’s house .❞ ❝ I didn’t realize you were the bitch of the bitch . ❞ ❝ Hey , what are your plans now ? ❞ ❝ I’m not yours to lose ! ❞ ❝ Blah blah … blah blah blah . ❞ ❝ Are you saying you need a friend right now ? You can trust me . ❞ ❝ People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands . ❞ ❝ You looked like when you take an action figure and bend it’s limbs the wrong way . ❞ ❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞ ❝ Everything used to be so simple … we had a beginning , a middle , & an end . ❞ ❝ When we suffer , we do it in silence . ❞ ❝ You should worry about your own fucking situation . ❞ ❝ I’ve made mistakes . ❞ ❝ You do what you want … you always do what you want . ❞ ❝ I’m glad you’re not dead . ❞ ❝ We need to do things the right way ! ❞ ❝ You’ll pray to any god who’ll listen that your mother never shit you into this fucking world .❞ ❝ Wait a minute … someone’s watching . ❞ ❝ I know it’s dangerous , but I’m not helpless . I can take care of myself . ❞ ❝ Not now , not now , shhhh , the grown ups are talking. . ❞ ❝ Out of my way ! I’ll show you how it’s done ! ❞ ❝ Do you want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away ? ❞ ❝ That was about 8 on the asshole scale … ❞ ❝ Cut the bullshit & quit wasting my time . ❞ ❝ This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit ! ❞ ❝ You’re a monster ! A fucking monster ! ❞ ❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞

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headcanon meme: ice cream flavors edition.

Almond Chocolate Coconut: a touch headcanon.

Bacon Ice Cream: a "what were you even thinking" headcanon.

Black Raspberry Cheesecake: a sexuality and/or romanticism headcanon (romantic orientation, sexual orientation, etc).

Cactus Fruit Sorbet: a "this shouldn't work but it does" headcanon.

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon.

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon.

Chunky Monkey: a names, addresses, nicknames, etc. headcanon.

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.

Cotton Candy Explosion: a childhood/child(ren) headcanon.

Death By Chocolate: an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.

Devil's Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon.

Dulce de Leche: a happy/sweet romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Elderberry: a hurt/comfort headcanon.

Entangled Mints: a friendship headcanon.

Espresso 'n Cream: a coffee/tea/coffee-shop (AU)/caffeine headcanon.

Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon.

Ginger Crème Brûlée: a gender headcanon (gender identity, gender presentation, butch/femme, gender feels, etc).

Half Baked: a bad idea/poor planning headcanon.

Heartbreak Healer: a sad/angsty romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Jasmine Peach Tea: a self-care/self-love headcanon.

Kahlua Almond Fudge: a language/words headcanon.

Kiwi Midori: a creative arts headcanon.

Lemon Angel Food: a virtue headcanon.

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).

Magic Mint Cookie: a magic/supernatural headcanon (alt: a taste h/c).

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon).

Neapolitan: an intimacy/vulnerability (or lack thereof) headcanon.

Orange Pineapple Whip: a kinky headcanon (alt: an eccentricity h/c).

Oreo Cheesecake: a physical health/disability headcanon.

Peanut Butter Plum Cherry: a soulmate/soulmate AU headcanon (alt: an unconditional love headcanon)

Phish Food: a music headcanon.

Purple Daze: a stoner/drugs headcanon.

Rainbow Cream: a nature headcanon.

Road Trip: a travel or escapism headcanon.

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon.

SNAFU (Strawberries Naturally All Fudged Up): a mistake(s) headcanon.

Strawberry Rhubarb Crunch: a mental health/neurodivergent headcanon.

Tennessee Mud: an alcohol, drunkenness, intoxication headcanon.

Tuxedo Strawberry: a well-dressed headcanon (any headcanon about clothes).

Vanilla Fudge Ripple: a strength headcanon.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon.

Wildberry Chocolate Chunk: a social life headcanon.

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headcanon;;

Faith can’t travel through the stones like her mother and Brianna can. She takes after Jamie in that sense.