Woops, Realized My Wording Was Off, I Meant Least Likely Thing. Which Hobby Would They Rather Die Over

Woops, realized my wording was off, I meant least likely thing. Which hobby would they rather die over than touch

Things like most video games and meditation, probably.

Meditation because they Do Not Vibe with trying to think of nothing (overthinkers fr)

Video games because they are Old. They’ll play things like Minecraft (maybe), ACNH (just to share resources and fight each others villagers), and Sims (for the fun deaths), and COD (because Murder and they’re good at aiming); but I don’t think Adam and Robin would like a lot of video games.

Would Adam and Robin ever renew their vows?

Legally do so? Maybe.

But to each other they renew them everyday they spend together, because that was their main vow.

Whenever they tell each other ‘Always’, that’s their version of solidifying those vows. They’re two small parts of bigger pieces, but they’ll Always be together, even when rejoining the Wholes.

I also just think them getting super cute over the word ‘Always’ is adorable tbh

since you asked for questions, I’m giving you questions :3

Do Adam and Robin have a personal library in their room? Like a big shelve case or two full of books and kids books they used to read to their children (and maybe some of them still like stories read to them as adults)

what type of pjs are the most commonly worn throughout the house?

is there a ballroom? Or some type of space that Adam and Robin dance in? I *know* those two dance together

what instruments do Adam and Robins like playing

what would you say is your favorite part of your AU?

are there weekly or monthly challanges or fun time the states have together? I’m talking cook offs or water balloon fights or house wide hide ‘n’ go seek

so Adam and Robin have a favorite outfit they wear?

Did Adam and Robin ever go to a home coming or prom event when they were still teens?

1) Not in there room, but in other places in the house? Yes; specifically in the living room.

2) It varies depending on who it is, but Adam wears the Dad Pajama and Robin wears the Mom Pajamas.

3) They have a room with instruments! It’s more of a sitting/music room, but it has space to dance.

They can also just dance wherever the hell the want tbh.

4) Piano, mostly, but you could probably get Adam to play the guitar if you ask nicely enough.

5) The 👏 Dynamics 👏. Adam/Robin, the OG’s, the Kids, the Departments, all of it. The dynamics are the best.

6 There is at least one week a year where they all gather up at the Jones’ residence and go ham.

7) Adam loves his turtlenecks/suits. Robin loves her dresses the most.

8) No. Such events did not exist back then, and as their parents did not enroll them in Human Schools. Personifications don’t go to Human Schools, they’re all homeschooled.

What does the Jone’s house layout look like?

SOME VERY SHITTY AND VERY BASIC SIMS LAYOUTS!!!!

When’s Adam and Robin’s birthdays?

They share a birthday!

September 4th :)

While their Husks were formed in 1770, making the bodies 254, they did not gain any actual awareness until 1774— so they’d be 250 :)

Ok y’know what

I’m interested in the time Adam got hit by a cannonball

You have a writing request now 👍

:)

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The air is warm on the Colony shores, the ocean lapping at the rocks below like reaching hands, ready to claim any blood and flesh that falls into her depths.

The sky is dark, lit with the moon and stars; yet the light is blocked from the grass and sand below, blocked by the smoke of the raging fires that have overtaken the British Outpost.

A young man, a soldier— a redcoat by the name of Arthur— knew this was never expected.

They specifically chose this spot because it was hard to get to without scaling the cliffs facing the ocean at the East, or through the thickets and woods on their West side, and the North and South are barren stretches where they could see any foe for miles.

But, somehow…they were found.

It had been a simple night, a quiet night of joyous songs and beers around the fire. The walls of their outpost are high enough, and the men keeping watch would be able to see anyone who dared approach an outpost of the British Empire.

And then a gunshot.

One of the guardsmen falls over the walls, into the outpost, and Arthur had never seen a man’s blown-through brains before—

Another gunshot, another fallen man, and the General starts yelling. Arthur is a few steps behind getting up, the others already pulling open the doors to their small armory when—

…

Arthur will always remember the screams of his brothers in arms as the armory burst in flame with them inside, crumbling in on itself in a matter of seconds, falling too fast, faster than any other structure should.

He will remember the sound of the nurses screaming, the sounds of bones and skin and flesh ripping, the sound of cries of terror and pain as he finally— finally— moves, snatching up his bayonet—

And he will remember it.

The man.

A man with red-brown hair, tucked into a black tricorne hat with golden edges. He wears black breeches, a black waistcoat with gold buttons, and his black coat has golden trims.

The man is tall, about 6 foot, and while he is not as broad as an ox Arthur can tell the man is built for battle as much as any other soldier.

…

The man’s eyes are green.

Normally, that would not frighten Arthur, but the green is such an eerie shade— a shade that gleams brightly like emeralds in the sun when the blazing fires glitter across his irises.

The man carried a flintlock in one hand, a basket-hilted sword in the other— the hilt glimmering and the blade dripping with the blood that splatters up the side of the man’s face.

The man is smiling.

And Arthur believes that smile is the worst thing he’s ever seen.

Arthur doesn’t know how long he stares into the man’s eerie, gleaming eyes.

It’s like he’s trapped, held still, paralyzed with fear like a mouse before a coiled snake.

And Arthur doesn’t know what gave his fellow soldiers with the idea to load the cannon, but he is just barely able to snap out of it and throw himself to the side to avoid the shot.

It rips through the man’s right side, taking half his chest, the shoulder, and arm with it.

And, to Arthur’s horror, the man does not fall.

He does not waver as his body is ripped through by a solid iron cannonball, and Arthur can’t even hope to look at the injury, his head pounding and eyes glossing away every time he tries to prove to himself that the damage was done and he is not dreaming—

The man’s smiling wider, and Arthur thinks he can see fangs— needle-sharp, too many teeth, the fangs are even longer– and Arthur can feel his mind trying to tear itself apart at the seams when he realizes that is no man.

The things blade, it’s flintlock lost with its arm— its arm that is growing back, it’s body repairing itself as it moves— slices through the bodies of Arthur’s countrymen like an oar through still waters.

It’s graceful, the things body moving in ways no human ever should; fluid and coiling but tense, like a snake ready to strike.

Blood splatters onto Arthur’s face as the thing comes to a stop in front of him.

Arthur can’t move, his eyes locked onto the things face above him as it shifts and warps and—

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Adam Jones stands upon a cliffs-edge, overlooking the sea to the East and a massive forest to the West, with empty terrain to the North and East.

Last night, there had been an outpost here; a British outpost.

There is nothing.

No ash.

No blood.

Nothing.

And no one will ever know there had been.

He smiles.