#jvmino

[dakotaxzimmer]

@jvmino sentence starter for Art

Dakota finally worked up the courage to knock on Arthur’s door. They were looking for farm land to collect samples from for their study. When the door opened, they cleared their throat, “h-hey there, are you Mr. Arthur Pena?”

[silvcrlining]

( @jvmino ) finley went on a run later than expected today, but they go on it anyway. their normal schedule might have gone to shit considering the situation at hand, but no murderer was going to take away the few minutes they had to themselves to just RUN.

by the time they’ve made it back to the plaza, they’re practically breathless, face flushed, legs wanting to give out. makes sense-- the faster they run, they less they have to think. they collapse on one of the nearby benches, and it’s not until they’ve caught their breath, elbows resting on their knees, that they notice sasha occupying the same bench. great. with a sigh, they turn their gaze away from her, taking a long sip of their water. they’re certainly not moving.

[sloanepearson]

@jvmino | arthur’s birthday

Outside of Art & Lizze’s farm, a gift bag is left. The gift bag is made out of compostable materials. Inside is a small necklace with an emerald piece, as well as a small note that says

Dear Arthur,

Happiest of birthdays to you! Jemma told me about the incident in the mines, so I wanted to deliver this little gift and my well wishes as you recover. The little finger is thought to be tied to Mercury, and Mercury is tied to emerald. I wanted to send along this necklace to help keep your energies in balance.

Take care,

Sloane Pearson

[silvcrlining]

mail from jemma to art!

( @jvmino ) While it’s hard to find the name and address of an absolute stranger you have only encountered once while trapped in the mines, living in a small town helps. There’s only so many wrong addresses you can send it to!

The letter, along with the small box it’s attached to, reads on the envelope:

from: Jemma ⚔️

to: Art (if you’re not Art, please give this to him, thank you!!)

Art,

Happy birthday! :D

I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I write to you with a proposal that just might turn everything around: what if I told you... we could get your pinky back? Not with surgery (is Doctor Park even a surgeon?), but WITH MAGIC!

See, I have connections at the ol’ Adventurer’s Guild, and after telling them of our woeful tale, they told me that there’s this swamp up by where the railroad is (like, by the spa place?) and-- get this-- there’s a fucking WITCH! She can maybe possibly grow your finger back! DUUUUDE! Isn’t that fucking cool?!

Anyway, this is a cordial invitation to join me in witch-hunting! If you accept, I live in the cabin on the beach. Be there or be squared.

Buuut, also, if that doesn’t work-- which it totally will!-- I got you some finger-less gloves. Also also, I heard you lost an apple once? Or wanted an apple? Anyway, here’s an apple.

I await your response,

Jem

[silvcrlining]

( @jvmino​ -- winter time, my dudes! ) finley can’t quite remember how they got roped into this, but it’s too late to turn back now, so they crouch behind a fence, hurriedly balling up snow between their hands. they hear shuffling of feet in the near distance, hushed whispering behind a bush; and the moment they see movement through the few inches of space between the wooden planks in the fence, finley is positive they have a target. they spring up with a grin, moving from their hiding spot and throwing the snowball with all the confidence in the world, and watch as it hits someone in the back who is definitely not one of the kids they were playing with. before they have time to either a) run back to their hiding spot, or b) pin the blame on someone else, the person has already seen them. the children run off from behind the bushes in a bout of giggles, some turning to stick their tongues out at finley. fucking traitors. they turn to the person with an innocent grin, clasping their hands behind their back. “-- kids can just be the wildest, huh?”

[silvcrlining]

( @jvmino​ ) elaine waited in front of henry’s house, head resting against her hand as she stared at the front door. the top of her knee had started aching from bouncing her leg up and down and her knee hitting the steering wheel, but that didn’t make her stop. on her lap, her phone’s screen showed the last message she had sent to alex, letting him know she was there.

they weren’t on speaking terms. they hadn’t been for a while now, which was wholly because of her, she knew, but her offering to help rebuild what had been destroyed of his house practically forced them to communicate. not just that, but elaine cared about this; she wanted to make his house feel like a home again, and she wanted him to see the progress that have been made thus far. maybe it could be a little spark of light in what had been a rather dark couple of weeks. she just needed to handle one car ride. she could do that, right? with a sigh, she shifted to rest her hand in front of her and-- honk! she jolted, pressing her hands down on her lap. she should just... stop fidgeting. yeah, that was probably best.

[sloanepearson]

send 💣 for a stress headcanon, send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

send 💣 for a stress headcanon

Stress is not something that Sloane expresses externally. Usually it manifests in a lack of sleep and bad dreams. But sometimes in extreme moments of stress, it will all come out on a bystander. Most of faer stress is related to finances, but sometimes its a lack of progress with religious connection, or with strained familial/friend relationships.

send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

Sloane does a lot of preventative care to prevent from getting sick, especially since fae travels so much. Fae has a first aid kit from faer parents and when fae does infrequently visit them, fae uses it as an opportunity to stock up on medicine. Sloane has masks fae will wear during flu season, since fae avoids going to the doctor except for when fae is seriously ill. Fae also tries to make herbal remedies for more minor sicknesses.

[adriaali]

send 🍬 for a family headcanon, send 💼 for a work headcanon

send 🍬 for a family headcanon

Adria has bi-weekly rituals with her sister and father. She and her sister will stream a show together, and Adria and her father will call and catch up/do some sort of crossword puzzle together. The three of them have a group text message that they send updates through.

send 💼 for a work headcanon

Since moving to the valley, Adria has been learning how to build a website and create fliers to promote her office. In her previous building, that was all done for her. Now, while she does have the freedom of conducting her services as she pleases, she has to do all the work until she can afford an assistant.