#//yes link yoinked their last name

[chaos-cousins]

So I've realized that pixie plate has had one (1) effect on me

I am slightly better at cooking.

So, naturally, I've decided to try an make the best possible curry I can

AND IVE DONE IT. I'VE FINALLY FUCKING DONE IT.

I HAVE MADE BETTER CURRY THAN LINK AMAMIYA, HERO OF HYRULE.

[tewwor-moving]

* & INTROSPECTION — PILDO / JIWOO BY PROXY .

hi, hello, let me babble into the nothingness of my soapbox that is this platform thank you.

mn spoilers(ish) below!

in my third verse ( bite the bullet ) for pildo, i’ve noticed a fairly stark difference of personality and it won’t leave my head. like, yes, he did almost get shot in the head before jiwoo yoinked him out of the way. but it’s never really been about the physical trauma he experiences himself. it’s always what other’s go through that leaves a deeper and longer impact on him, so i think.

going back to the car scene ( again — no i won’t shut up about it ), pildo either has some serious compartmentalization skills going on to chat with jiwoo like normal when she wakes up and he deals with the trauma off screen, or nearly being pancaked by a car crusher really didn’t have a big impact on him ( which i personally highly doubt — which is why i have my hc of certain triggers for my version of him ).

also, when giho’s tapdancing on the line of dying, the shock and hurt you see pildo go through is visceral before and after the incident. in my mind, he becomes a little more desperate to get to the bottom of things ( whichever way that may lead him ) and open.

i know he has that whole speech of wanting revenge so badly that he began to lose himself in that shack on the beach. he didn’t recognize who he was anymore, etc, etc. but i think.. that maybe... after jiwoo ( in this third verse ) decides to continue her pursuit of mujin outside of the law ( because he’s still alive, he’s still here, danger can and will always follow so long as he breathes — even if it feels as if his own is linked with hers because of roots planted in betrayal ) that pildo breaks a little. he starts to revert back to that time where he doesn’t know his face anymore. where he’d do anything to catch whoever he’s seeking, albeit without wanting to harm them this time since it’d be jiwoo after she barely makes it out alive ( which he wouldn’t even allow himself believe ).

so he’s more rough around the edges. more brash and bold ( if you can believe that ). less peppy and outwardly annoying ( he doesn’t have the time to fool around anymore ). even quicker to anger, quicker to lash out, quicker to reprimand. more.. careless. but he’s still got a good heart underneath all of that. it’s just hidden for the time being as he sorts through ( or doesn’t ) the pain of understanding how jiwoo thought that was for the best. that, despite the deep trust they’ve developed, it’s better to continue that cycle of violence because it’s the only finality that will stop mujin.

last thing. even if pildo and jiwoo do cross paths again and — let’s say the best happens and they partner up again or at least stay constant in each other’s lives — i don’t think.. that pildo will ever revert back to how he is for the majority of my name. some of that light-hearted cocky arrogance will come back, sure, but never fully. like he’s almost.. mellowed out juuuust a little bit in a weird way. i also think he clings to those he loves that much harder and closer.

[tewwor-aaa]

* & INTROSPECTION — PILDO / JIWOO BY PROXY .

hi, hello, let me babble into the nothingness of my soapbox that is this platform thank you.

mn spoilers(ish) below!

in my third verse ( bite the bullet ) for pildo, i’ve noticed a fairly stark difference of personality and it won’t leave my head. like, yes, he did almost get shot in the head before jiwoo yoinked him out of the way. but it’s never really been about the physical trauma he experiences himself. it’s always what other’s go through that leaves a deeper and longer impact on him, so i think.

going back to the car scene ( again — no i won’t shut up about it ), pildo either has some serious compartmentalization skills going on to chat with jiwoo like normal when she wakes up and he deals with the trauma off screen, or nearly being pancaked by a car crusher really didn’t have a big impact on him ( which i personally highly doubt — which is why i have my hc of certain triggers for my version of him ).

also, when giho’s tapdancing on the line of dying, the shock and hurt you see pildo go through is visceral before and after the incident. in my mind, he becomes a little more desperate to get to the bottom of things ( whichever way that may lead him ) and open.

i know he has that whole speech of wanting revenge so badly that he began to lose himself in that shack on the beach. he didn’t recognize who he was anymore, etc, etc. but i think.. that maybe... after jiwoo ( in this third verse ) decides to continue her pursuit of mujin outside of the law ( because he’s still alive, he’s still here, danger can and will always follow so long as he breathes — even if it feels as if his own is linked with hers because of roots planted in betrayal ) that pildo breaks a little. he starts to revert back to that time where he doesn’t know his face anymore. where he’d do anything to catch whoever he’s seeking, albeit without wanting to harm them this time since it’d be jiwoo after she barely makes it out alive ( which he wouldn’t even allow himself believe ).

so he’s more rough around the edges. more brash and bold ( if you can believe that ). less peppy and outwardly annoying ( he doesn’t have the time to fool around anymore ). even quicker to anger, quicker to lash out, quicker to reprimand. more.. careless. but he’s still got a good heart underneath all of that. it’s just hidden for the time being as he sorts through ( or doesn’t ) the pain of understanding how jiwoo thought that was for the best. that, despite the deep trust they’ve developed, it’s better to continue that cycle of violence because it’s the only finality that will stop mujin.

last thing. even if pildo and jiwoo do cross paths again and — let’s say the best happens and they partner up again or at least stay constant in each other’s lives — i don’t think.. that pildo will ever revert back to how he is for the majority of my name. some of that light-hearted cocky arrogance will come back, sure, but never fully. like he’s almost.. mellowed out juuuust a little bit in a weird way. i also think he clings to those he loves that much harder and closer.

[tewwor-a]

* & INTROSPECTION — PILDO / JIWOO BY PROXY .

hi, hello, let me babble into the nothingness of my soapbox that is this platform thank you.

in my third verse ( bite the bullet ) for pildo, i’ve noticed a fairly stark difference of personality and it won’t leave my head. like, yes, he did almost get shot in the head before jiwoo yoinked him out of the way. but it’s never really been about the physical trauma he experiences himself. it’s always what other’s go through that leaves a deeper and longer impact on him, so i think. 

going back to the car scene ( again — no i won’t shut up about it ), pildo either has some serious compartmentalization skills going on to chat with jiwoo like normal when she wakes up and he deals with the trauma off screen, or nearly being pancaked by a car crusher really didn’t have a big impact on him ( which i personally highly doubt — which is why i have my hc of certain triggers for my version of him ). 

also, when giho’s tapdancing on the line of dying, the shock and hurt you see pildo go through is visceral before and after the incident. in my mind, he becomes a little more desperate to get to the bottom of things ( whichever way that may lead him ) and open.

i know he has that whole speech of wanting revenge so badly that he began to lose himself in that shack on the beach. he didn’t recognize who he was anymore, etc, etc. but i think.. that maybe... after jiwoo ( in this third verse ) decides to continue her pursuit of mujin outside of the law ( because he’s still alive, he’s still here, danger can and will always follow so long as he breathes — even if it feels as if his own is linked with hers because of roots planted in betrayal ) that pildo breaks a little. he starts to revert back to that time where he doesn’t know his face anymore. where he’d do anything to catch whoever he’s seeking, albeit without wanting to harm them this time since it’d be jiwoo after she barely makes it out alive ( which he wouldn’t even allow himself believe ). 

so he’s more rough around the edges. more brash and bold ( if you can believe that ). less peppy and outwardly annoying ( he doesn’t have the time to fool around anymore ). even quicker to anger, quicker to lash out, quicker to reprimand. more.. careless. but he’s still got a good heart underneath all of that. it’s just hidden for the time being as he sorts through ( or doesn’t ) the pain of understanding how jiwoo thought that was for the best. that, despite the deep trust they’ve developed, it’s better to continue that cycle of violence because it’s the only finality that will stop mujin. 

last thing. even if pildo and jiwoo do cross paths again and — let’s say the best happens and they partner up again or at least stay constant in each other’s lives — i don’t think.. that pildo will ever revert back to how he is for the majority of my name. some of that light-hearted cocky arrogance will come back, sure, but never fully. like he’s almost.. mellowed out juuuust a little bit in a weird way. i also think he clings to those he loves that much harder and closer. 

[selene-tempest]

It’s our Kayo’s birthday, and to celebrate I dragged her up to Five to participate in another Live From Five.

Selene: Aahhh, we're back! Look at this! John, look, look how long it's been since we last broadcast. 

John: Why break the streak now, I'm sure we can go another few months… 

S: Hush your mouth, we've got a job to do. The world is still chaotic, Gordon still hasn't found the source of that smell in the hangars that he swears wasn't to do with him but is starting to permeate the house, and it's just nice to get away from it all for a bit. Go on, admit it. 

J: I admit nothing, we could have just hung out up here, watched some movies, eaten some snacks, took some time to properly relax, all alone…think about it. 

S: That…is very tempting, do we still have that bottle of mass-

Kayo: *loudly clears her throat* 

S: Oh, sorry, forgot you were here for a second, you're like a ninja cat that had its bell taken away. 

K: I'm not sure how to respond to that. 

J: She means you're quiet and that she's sorry that she started to bring up the Knotty But Nice blackcurrant-

S: I think that's enough explanation, babe. 

K: *grins evilly settling herself more comfortably in her chair* I don't know, I think I need to know more about this. 

S: No, you really don't. 

K: But I might be wanting to purchase some for myself. 

J: I think I still have the link somewhere…*pulls out his phone*

S: *covers his screen with her hand* Can we just get on with this, please? 

J: *smiles innocently* What's the rush? Normally you like to chat for hours and tell me off for trying to hurry things along. 

S: Because your idea of hurrying things along is to skip the questions entirely. 

J: A foolproof method, I've found. 

S: *gives him a squinty eyed warning look and turns back to the camera lense of EOS and its slowly blinking light* Hello, and welcome back to Live From Five, the monthly-

J: Sometimes. 

S:- the sometimes monthly, but more at random times, podcast where I force my darling husband to sit down with me and talk to you all about the goings on of International Rescue and the other organisations that help keep the world safe. 

J: When the world hasn't slowed down because of a pandemic that is. 

S: Ordinarily, yes. But now is the time when we should all do our bit to make life a little more bearable and so we have another of the team ready and willing to answer your most burning questions. 

K: I wouldn't say willing exactly. 

J: You'll soon learn that resistance is futile, she's like a steamroller-

S: Excuse me, sir! 

J: A pretty steamroller. 

S: That's better. 

K: I love how she didn't even try to deny it. 

S: *shrugs*

J: She can't argue the truth and we made vows never to lie to each other. 

K: So you finally told her that you don't like those new tie-dye leggings of hers? The ones you said made her butt look like a Rorschach test? 

S: EXCUSE ME, SIR!! You said they looked good with that black shirt I stole off Scott! 

J: The shirt hides your butt. 

S: First my beloved T-shirt, now my leggings? Is there anything in my wardrobe that you actually like? Or should I throw it all away and just go about naked? Would that please you? *throws hands up in frustration*

J: *quirks an eyebrow*

S: *scowls at him* We’re done with this conversation.

J: *scowls at Kayo* You just had to go there. 

K: What? You said you never lie to her. I was only asking. 

J: What's the first question the viewers sent in? *scrolls frantically on his tablet* Paul asks if your name is short for Knockout. 

K: Yes, it is. 

S: *still scowling, has now advanced to sulkily crossed arms too*

J: Care to elaborate a bit so she doesn't smack me? 

K: Elaborate how? 

J: Maybe how you got the name?

K: *sighs* I was ten years old, so was Gordon, there was a sparring match, his face got in the way of my fist. 

J: You aimed at it. 

K: He was supposed to duck and deflect it, that was the point of training and sparring. 

S: Is that why he can only breathe out of one nostril? 

K: Yes. 

J: Kath asks, how does it feel to be a strong female role model? 

K: I don't really see myself that way, at least I never intended to be one. But, I suppose that if young people want someone to look up to I'm glad that I can show them the truth about a few things and hopefully inspire them to try things for themselves. 

J: Such as? 

K: I'm proof that you don't have to be the biggest or the strongest on the team to make a difference. I might not be as actively involved in rescues like the rest of you are but I have my area of expertise and that's just as good. People shouldn't try to be someone they aren't or to match up to others, being yourself is just as good. You can be strong and successful without compromising who you really are. You don't have to compete with the rest of the world, as long as you can honestly say you're doing your best. We all have different skills and different weaknesses, none are more important than the other. Life shouldn't be a competition, it should be about being the best person you can be. Sure you're going to mess up sometimes but that's how you learn and grow. Oh, and that girls are just as good as boys. 

*S & J just staring at her*

K: What? I can be deep. I do have some insightful things to say now and then, you know. 

S: Oh, we know, we never doubted that. 

J: We just doubted you'd ever actually say them. 

S: *swats at him with the back of her hand*

J: Hey! No hitting. 

K: Are there any more questions or can I make a break for it in the space elevator? 

S: Of course there are more. *steals his tablet off his lap* Yoink. Next question. Isabelle asks if your training includes other sports or activities other than martial arts?

K: Yes.

S: *gives her a look that says she’s trying her patience*

K: *rolls her eyes* I was not told that this interview process would be so intrusive, I’m head of security and this is not very secretive.

S: It’s a question about your training, how can that be a bad thing?

K: Is that another question on the list?

S: Don’t get cute, just answer the training one.

K: I used to be on a Parkour team at university, I found that I had a natural affinity for it and I still practice it now and then, just basic wall and rooftop runs, that sort of thing. I also do some weight and strength training, like pull-ups and planks on objects, you never know what you might run into in the field and we should always be prepared. 

J: Natural affinity for it. I think you’re forgetting one thing you used to do that you haven’t mentioned…

K: *narrows her eyes dangerously at him* Don’t you dare.

S: What? What am I missing? Share with the class.

K: *huffs, admitting defeat* I used to do gymnastics when I was younger, lots of tumbling and balance work mostly, which yes *glares a pointed look at John* did contribute to my affinity to Parkour.

J: *smiles evilly* There were ribbons involved-

K: *lunges for him*

J: *drags wife onto his lap to use as a human shield* and twirling!

S: *attempts a very crap version of defensive karate hands* I can wax on and wax off, don’t make me use it. *demonstrates, protecting her man even though he is an ass who is laughing behind the safety of her back*

K: You have to sleep some time, Tracy.

J: I’m protected then too. *peeks over her shoulder to look at Kayo, very tempted to stick out his tongue* What’s the next question, love?

K: I don’t think I want to answer anymore. *crosses her arms defiantly*

S: *continues regardless* Emma asks what is it like living with Five Tracy brothers and who is the biggest pain in the butt?

K: John.

J: Hey!

S: Come on, you don’t mean that. No way is he more annoying and hard to live with than Gordon or Scott. No way in hell.

J: Thanks for the support.

S: You all have your moments, I’m not gonna lie. *pats his hand* Come on, Kay, just give me a decent answer, please. Show these boys how it’s really done, they have just been complete nightmares and we might have Brains next.

J: Wait, we what?

S: Have Brains next, by popular demand. It’ll be fine.

J: Have you met Brains?

S: *deadpans* On a number of occasions, yes. 

J: So you know that he likes the spotlight even less than I do, preferring to hide away in his lab and never see the light of day?

S: You make him sound like Victor Frankenstein. Which would definitely make the place more interesting.

K: *sits quietly looking smug, they have once again forgotten her*

J: I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer. Kayo, what’s it like living with us all?

K: Well, that peace lasted a long time. *straightens from her slouch* It’s noisy, chaotic, and sometimes a little overwhelming.

J: *nods along, and they wonder why he spends so much time in space*

K: You can’t keep anything to yourself. Food, drinks, snacks, magazines, toiletries, everything is up for grabs as far as they are concerned. 

S: Truth. But they do have some good points. 

K: Yes, while it’s sometimes annoying, it’s not all that bad. When you’re having a bad day there is always someone there to talk to if you’re so inclined. You’re never alone and while that’s not always a positive thing, it means that there is always someone there for you when you need them most, you never feel lonely. I know that, whatever happens, there is someone there that has my back.

S: And who is the most annoying?

K: Scott, closely followed by Gordon.

J: Why Scott?

K: Because he’s too up in my business. He always wants to know where I am and what I’m doing.

S: That’s because he cares.

J: I always know where you are too.

K: But you don’t ask me about it and I don’t tell you, we’ve got an understanding. Scott also knows almost all of my snack hiding places and raids them when he’s annoyed with me, which is often. I have nothing left but a couple of Japanese kit-kat bars left, and only because he doesn't like Lychee flavour.

S: Sounds reasonable. He does that to me too, I think he’s just looking for any excuse to eat our snacks.

J: Why do you think I keep all mine up here?

S: Because you’re a genius?

J: Yes.

S: Ready for another question?

K: Do I have a choice?

S: Well, yeah, I mean, you can always say no or refuse to answer one.

J: We’ll let you have one veto.

K: That’s appreciated. Fine, continue.

J: *eyes scan the list* Let's keep it simple, Lauren asks where your dad is?

K: He’s at home *shrugs* He said he was fed up with constantly being on guard and suspicious all the time and that it wasn’t doing his blood pressure any good. So, he retired, moving permanently to his childhood family home so that he could concentrate on his first loves of gardening and cooking. The boys despaired the day he left and they realised they only had Grandma’s cooking to come home to.

S: That brings us nicely to one of Rebecca’s questions. She says, and I quote ‘Spill the beans, is Grandma’s cooking really that bad’?

J & K together: Yes.

S: Elaborate please.

J: * Looks nervously at the camera, he knew from experience (so did Scott) that Grandma had ears like a bat when her culinary skills were being disparaged* 

K: *cares not if she gets caught, continues confidently* She is easily distracted, so loses track of her timings and often tries to compensate. Like if she forgets to put the food in she’ll turn up the heat as far as it will go and cook it for a shorter time. Which leads to it being burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. But sometimes she does it the other way around, where she puts it in too soon and it starts to burn so she turns it off and it goes cold, so it's burnt and cold. 

J: *watches impasively as one would a stupid person about to make a very big mistake, like touch a hot plate without oven mitts* 

K: She loves spices too, hates bland food and thinks that everything needs to be full of flavour. But she’s not too concerned by the amounts the recipe, if she even uses one, calls for. Much like with heat, she thinks more is preferable. Recipes are not something she’s good at following, she tends to just scan it and trust she’ll remember it when she really won’t. 

J: Overconfidence is a family trait.

S: At least she tries, it’s how she shows her love.

K: I’d prefer she showed it with take out, but OK.

S: Sounding a little ungrateful there, Kay.

K: You haven’t lived with it for as long as we have.

S: Next question, before we accidentally start an Island kitchen revolution. Robyn asks ‘ before you got your own ship, who gave you the most rides or how did you get about’?

K: Probably Alan, I tended to have to go along to babysit him a lot at first and I’d make him drop me off on the way home. That or Scott, I couldn’t handle too much of Virgil’s flying.

S: She also asks who was the best pilot from a passenger's perspective.

K: For skill level, probably Alan, but in general, Scott. Alan is technically brilliant, as is Scott, but Alan was under far more restrictions, whereas Scott had less and is more to my tastes.

J: You mean he’s as reckless a pilot as you are and you kept complaining that Virgil was too slow and was boring to ride with.

K: He was and still is. His craft is far too slow, nowhere near as slow as Four, which feels like it’s crawling, but still slow, and he drives like an old lady. Actually, scratch that, Grandma drives faster.

S: Well then, I mean, I’d actually prefer to ride with Virg but...

K: Is that all?

S: *shakes her head and nudges John*

J: *checks the list* Rebecca also asked how you unwind after a tough mission.

K: How does any woman unwind? I quite enjoy a hot bath and a magazine, maybe watching a few shows in bed after. I also like to listen to some soothing music and eat some ice cream.

*S & J look blankly at her*

K: What?

J: *clears his throat* Nothing.

K: *glares at them* 

S: *shifts uncomfortably* We just...we just thought that you would do something a little less…

K: Girly? I am a woman you know.

S: I was going to go with depressed dumpee in a Rom Com, but OK.

J: *snorts out a laugh, then immediately stops when Kayo shoots a warning glare at him*

K: I didn’t have to come here, you know, especially not to be insulted.

S: You’re right, I’m sorry.

J: That was totally my bad *holds his hands up in surrender*

K: *eyes flick to the tablet and she waves a hand to indicate for them to continue*

S: Isabelle wants to know if there is anything you wish you had more time to do or something you want to learn?

K: *thinks about it for a moment or two* That’s actually not a bad question. I wish I had more time to travel.

S: You go all over the world.

K: I know, but that’s for business, not for pleasure. I never get to sight see or experience any of the culture. I’d like to visit some of the places that are significant to my family history, the land of my ancestors, just like Father did when he was younger. I’d like to know more about my roots. As for something I want to learn *pauses to think some more* cooking. *Nods firmly*

S: Cooking?

K: Yes, cooking. Father is a good cook and I’d like to have the time to spend with him and learn some of his favourite traditional dishes, like he used to make when I was a little girl. Family recipes always have little tweaks that you don’t find online or in recipe books, every family is different and they often aren’t written down, I’d like to learn some of them.

J: I’m sure we’d all love for you to learn too, so we could eat them, just to test them for you, obviously.

K: Obviously.

J: You know, to be helpful.

K: Of course.

S: *side whispers* She doesn’t sound like she believes you, babe.

J: *side whispers back* She never does.

K: I can hear you, you know.

S: Two questions left! 

K: Good.

J: Does that mean you won’t be allowing a quick fire round?

K: Whose questions are they?

S: Mine, one minute on the clock, one word answers, you say the first thing that comes into your head.

K: I’ll think about it. 

S: OK then. *checks the list* Steeve asks who spends the longest in the bathroom getting rescue ready?

K: Virgil.

*S & J stay silent* 

K: He’ll say it’s not him, he’ll point the finger at Scott, but we all know the truth.

S: *nods sagely*

K: Scott likes his hair super shiny, but Virgil likes his super high. So he will be there blow drying for up to an hour. 

J: *nods* I watched him once. Brush it out, product, lift it up, blow dry, more product, blow dry, more product, blow dry again, smooth the outside, more product, final blow dry then pat it into place. I got bored just watching him.

K: Says the man who’s got hair like that. *points at John’s front curl*

J: Hey! This is mostly natural. All I use is a little gravity paste to hold it in place so it doesn’t flop about everywhere. I’m enhancing the style, not creating a whole new one.

K: *grins triumphantly that she managed to get him to defend his hair*

S: Your hair is perfect, my love.

J: *self consciously smooths his hair, realises what he’s doing and stops, looking annoyed at himself* What’s the last question? *yanks the tablet closer, scans the list, then freezes* 

K: Well, get on with it.

J: *swallows* I really don’t think we need to do any more, do we? *turns the screen off*

S: What do you mean? We can’t just not read out a question that someone took the time to send in…* takes the tablet* oh.

K: *rolls her eyes* Just read it out.

S: *slides a side eye glance at John who shrugs back, then nudges her to continue* Steven asks who do you secretly have a crush on?

K: *one eyebrow lifts* 

J: You can use your veto for this.

K: No, I can answer. There might be someone that doesn’t annoy me as much as everyone else in the world does. He’s good at his job, he’s handsome and we get on very well, we have things in common and we are comfortable enough to tease each other and enjoy a friendship that has the potential to be more but that we’re happy with either way. *shrugs* That’s all I’m going to say.

S: That could literally be anyone.

K: Yep *buffs her nails on her top and stretches a hand out to examine them*

S: Well, that was somewhat enlightening. I think the listeners have definitely gotten to know you a little better.

K: Then I have to kill them.

S: Ya wha?

K: I’m joking.

S: I knew that.

J: Did you really, though? 

S: I had high hopes she was joking, OK?

K: Is that it? Can I go now?

J: Unless you’ve decided if you want to answer her quick fire questions.

K: *sighs* She’s going to pout at me if I don’t, isn’t she? 

J: Highly likely, but I didn’t think that sort of thing affected you.

K: I can get annoyed as much as the next person.

S: *mutters under her breath* Sometimes more.

K: Fine, ask your silly questions.

S: *grins and sits up straighter* OK, remember the rules, say the first thing that pops into your head, one word answers, feel free to say skip. Babe, time me.

J: *sets a timer* And...go.

S: Favourite colour?

K: Black. 

S: On a scale of one to ten how good are you at keeping secrets?

K: Eleven. 

S: Do you snore?

K: No. 

J: *snorts out a laugh* Forty seconds

S: Texting or Talking?

K: Texting. 

S: Nickname your parents used to call you? 

K: Tin-Tin. 

J: Twenty seconds.

S: If you could travel back in time, what time period would you go to?

K: World War Two. 

J: Ten seconds.

S: If you were an ice cream flavour what would you be?

K: Chilli Chocolate.

S: Are rats cu-

J:Time

S: I was going to ask if rats are cute.

J: We are not getting another rat, Alan already has Fuzz Aldrin. Besides, I already said no to the hamster.

S: But if Kayo got one I could help look after him and cuddle him and stuff.

J: No.

K: Yes.

J: Pardon?

K: Rats are cute.

S: Yessssss!

K: *smirks*

J: I think we’re done here.

K: Finally.

S: You’re both as bad as each other, I swear.

J: Yet you continue to force this ordeal upon me.

S: Yep. *turns back to the camera* That’s it from us here on Five. Thanks for tuning in. Next time we’ll have the little seen in the wild creature known only as the Brains. 

K: *sniggers* He’ll love that.

J: EOS, cut feed. 

If you want to read the rest you can find them here on A03.

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Ep 29 S4: Joey Wheeler, Dead Again

It took me kind of a while to get around to recapping again, been some drama on this end due to a couple natural disasters all happening in conjunction with eachother, but thankfully we are back in the green (sort of) there’s still wildfire smoke out my window but at least...at least the fires aren’t getting any bigger.

And it’s a shame we didn’t get to it sooner, because this episode has so many wild things in it, I don’t even know where to start. There was a lot of dueling, so I didn’t have to cap a whole lot...but even within such few caps, there’s some stuff to talk about. Like first off, the Kaiba’s inability to walk five feet without getting attacked by someone.

Seto still winning Brother of the year award even after nearly shooting his bro with real ass lightning. Because remember, this lightning is 100% real. None of these are holograms.

And by the way, a “hologram” just grabbed Mokuba with real ass hands and Seto was like “Clearly still a hologram!” Because that is how deep his denial runs.

Anyways, this is where the Kaibas will be until the remainder of this episode, so we’ll just leave them where they are.

(read more under the cut)

Back at the duel between Mai and Joey, we’re slowly working out what it is the Orichalcos even does.

We have had very little indication you can break the Oricalchos control on people’s minds up to this duel, but because Joey showed heart and bravery or whatever--he’s been slowly chipping away at Mai’s crusty, neon green, outer shell.

(I had a littttle bit of a hunger for some Taco Bell Baja Blast, not gonna lie. A little bit tempted because of that weird color. And now that I’ve eaten popcorn, I am 80% itching to drive to Taco Bell and make some mistakes. But I won’t.)

Comparing this to Pharaoh and Kaiba and their Oricalchos duels (even Rex and Weevil’s) it kind of makes you wonder why this never happened.......to anyone else? I mean, obviously it’s plot reasons, but it would have been a little neat to have some character development for the other villains.

But this unnecessary duel to the death between Joey and Mai spends most of the time screaming about how deep and real their love friendship is. Just a whooole bunch of aggressive friendzoning for the lady who just aggressively hates everyone.

(Haven’t seen much of Yugioh Abridged because it’s spoiler territory but everyone who retweets Joey stuff puts “Brooklyn Rage” in there so I have learned the lingo through osmosis.)

So because, someone’s absolutely going to die, lets start going through all of the flashbacks to remind the audience to feel something when they biff it. Lets recite the times we all spent with Mai.

Remember how they brushed Mai under the rug for 3 seasons, and now that they actually need her, they’re shooting themselves in the foot because there’s actually very little evidence that they like eachother at all?

But they do show those few times they hung out: the camping trip where they almost got burned alive by PaniK, that time that Joey caught her smelling her own cards, that time that Yugi had a panic attack because he was convinced Pharaoh would murder her during a card game, that time that she almost got hit by a fireball and then Joey jumped in front of her.

PS, that fireball scene--they keep going back to that fireball scene but they cut out the part where, yes, Joey jumped in front of her--but then Yugi jumped in front of Joey, and then Yami took over and was like EFF YUGI DAMN IT while he got pegged with fireballs. Like...c’mon, Yugioh, there was a lot of fanservice in that particular episode, and you’re leaving out a majority of the ships.

Partial truth, Yugioh--you’re telling partial truths. If we’re saying friendzoning is a good replacement for some sort of romance, then this show is just a giant geometric shape of “who might possibly like who if they weren’t so addicted to friendship.” This show has “friendship” as the underlying tagline of every episode with every person.

In the process of removing romance--they accidentally made SO MUCH MORE romantic implications in this show. I just feel like this backfired in so many ways. Or...maybe this was exactly what they wanted. And by “they” I mean that one writer who stans Seto Kaiba in the back--just sitting there in the corner of the writer’s room tapping his fingers together and cackling like an evil villain. He knows what he did. Genius mastermind, slipping in his favorite ships by making every ship Yugioh-legal.

And, also the Joey/Mai duel was a lot of this type of questionable content:

Joey Freakin Wheeler.

So I forgot if I mentioned this, but my bro had this friend in college who go struck by lightning not once, but multiple times in his life. He lived in like Virginia or North Carolina--one of the monsoon States, and he’d go on this hike to the top of this mountain--and on two different occasions at the same spot, he got stuck by freakin lightning. So like...Joey Wheelers do exist. There are people out there who just...

They’re just lightning rods wherever they go and their brain is somewhat scrambled eggs because of it.

(PS fun fact I googled just now because I couldn’t remember which state Virginia was, a Virginian by the name of Roy Sullivan was supposedly struck by lightning 7 different times and survived all of them. The more you know. ((PS still on the Google deep dive and the same guy also claimed to have been attacked by a bear 22 times (he’s a park ranger, so that checks) and once he was attacked by a bear immediately after he got struck by lightning which is like some pretty pro strats by said bear.)))

But like...kinda weird that Joey’s now kinda into this, and got super into it during a lovers friendship quarrel.

Anyway, all things come to an end, so Mai decides after enough cards have been played and Joey is clearly about to die...maybe it’s time to just accept not being 1st in the world in cards. Which...would have meant she should have been playing Yugi during this duel but, wtv. She clearly wants to be mad at Joey, specifically.

And I think the show didn’t do such a good job explaining why she was focused on Joey and not any of the other duelists until the very end, but we’ll get there. We’ll finally get to an explanation of why she was so fixated on Wheeler, we just have to wait for him to die first.

Because after the lightning strikes, and after putting so much effort into punching Valon right before this...Joey is too sleepy to continue.

So he’s just gonna die here instead...

2nd time he’s passed out in a duel by the way. Remember that Joey almost beat Marik, but was too damn sleepy after the electrocution? Same situation here. Look at that parallel.

Reminder that Joey STARTED this duel.

It’s like when you’re playing a game with a toddler and then it just passes out halfway and without any warning with it’s face just flat into the carpet.

Anyway, Mai grabs him in her arms sobbing all over him like she just did with Valon and it’s like...damn, this girl can just turn it off and on huh? Like she’s only 100% or -100% when it comes to the relationship meter, huh? No in between?

Mmmm cue that irony that Yugioh loves so much, this entire duel was unnecessary, because all you had to do was yoink that necklace.

Really the solution to dealing with a lot of assholes in Yugioh, to be honest.

This really is what Seto says in the show, by the way--a glitch. I like that Seto does not accept that dragons can feel sadness, and is just ITCHING to patch that out in the next release of duel monsters. I imagine that he’ll make a meeting once this is all over with his code team and at the top of the list will be the demand “Make The Dragons Stop Crying.” triple underlined, bold, and in bright red font. The entire code team will side eye eachother, unsure if this is a literal bug or something that Seto just hears all the time but no one else can hear.

So back at the Joey death fort, Mai decides to finally illustrate with words why she had to go so hard on killing Joey wheeler.

It was because she saw his kindness and his help as a weakness and a failure on her part. Mai, who always wants to be independent and in charge, could not accept that someone else had saved her or would want to save her. Which was apparently why she decided to peace out back at the end of the Marik arc.

It’s a bit of a complicated character for a kid’s show, I’m not sure how many kids understood the pride situation here, but it’s nice they stuck in something that wasn’t just “I want to be the best.” It was more that she didn’t want to be helped in order to become the best.

(PS, there’s this flashback scene where Joey’s like “bye” as she drives away and it was unintentionally a very awkward and funny cut and I may grab that little quip. I have to cap a couple of animations, tbh, I haven’t done that in a while)

So, now that she is fully recovered, she decides to complete the parallel of when Joey saved her in a death coma and now she will do the same (although it is SLIGHTLY different since in this version she kind of absolutely killed Joey Wheeler but...still works). She decides to do the job these stupid boys have not been able to do for the entirety of this season.

(these boots are REALLY well drawn, by the way. OBSESSED with Mai’s boots.)

If only she swooped up Pharaoh and just stuck him on the back of her bike to get this final fight going.

But Pharaoh’s too busy getting lost in San Francisco, and stumbling upon Joey’s dead body.

That this is the season where Yami can do nothing right and it just keeps happening.

No idea how we’re going to resurrect Joey in so short a period of time, but we’re completely out of spooky necklaces, so I guess we can’t do the Pharaoh solution to just...stick him back in there.

Anyways, I’m off to recover from the trauma of my house burning down last week, so I’m gonna go eat a pint of ice cream while I dream of a life before quarantine (was there a time before quarantine? I honestly don’t remember)

If you just got here this is a link to these in chrono order.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[catsafarithewriter]

Day 7: Heist

A/N: Another ficlet for Day 7: Heist of the TCR Birthday Bash 2020, cause this idea came suddenly from a Discord discussion, and also from this post. A ficlet, in which the non-human members of the Bureau perform a heist into Haru’s flat for entirely chaotic reasons. 

x

On the fridge in Haru’s flat was a list. It read:

Pirates of the Caribbean The Princess Bride Nightmare Before Christmas Robin Hood (Errol Flynn) Robin Hood (Douglas Fairbanks) Robin Hood (Disney)

And other such movies that Haru had deemed Bad Influences due to the dramatic tendencies the characters displayed. 

(Haru had learnt that lesson after showing Galaxy Quest to the Bureau, and then having to yoink Baron back from his newfound desire to wait until the last second before pressing big impressive countdown buttons.)

And the latest addition, scribbled on in orange marker, was Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time.

Now, Baron could somewhat understand the rest. Haru had given a quick rundown of the plots - and, yes, he could see why pirates and kidnapped princesses and dashing do-gooders might have dramatic leanings that would be irresistible to a Creation such as him. 

However, the Cinderella one had stumped him. 

“After all,” he reasoned as he pushed through the cat flap, “it’s not as if I haven’t seen the original movie, and she didn’t ban the second.”

“Chicky’s really just making yer more curious,” Muta said as he followed Baron through. “Yer think she’d have spent enough time around cats to know that curiosity... that curiosity is what... Call this a cat flap? This ain’t big enough for a gerbil, let alone a cat.”

Baron tried to heave his friend through the undersized opening, dislodging the welcome mat in the process.

“Maybe she had a reason for adding it to the list,” Toto offered, who was thinking about how he was the one who had to cover for Baron’s dramatics, which was already quite the chore without throwing more fuel to the fire. “Anyway, I don’t think,” he said, hopping up onto the table beside the door, “that sneaking into Haru’s flat to watch it is the answer.”

“Then why did you come along, birdbrain?”

��Damage control.” 

“Damage control? Why would we need damage control, ya overgrown--”

Baron and Muta’s combined efforts finally bore fruit, and Muta shot out of the cat flap like a champagne cork and rammed straight into the table. 

Toto caught the bowl of keys before it could clatter off and wake Haru. He carefully repositioned it with a talon. “Oh, I don’t know, Call it a hunch,” he replied sarcastically. 

Baron was picking himself back up, dusting the imaginary dust mites off his coat. “I don’t know why you’re fretting, Toto,” he said. “After all, we’re just visiting a friend to do some... necessary research.”

“At 2am,” Toto supplied.

“The Bureau runs on all time zones,” Baron said. “I’m sure that somewhere, someplace, it’s a reasonable hour.”

“And is that the excuse you plan to use when Haru catches us?”

“Do you think it will work?”

Toto cocked his head. “On the basis that she has more than a single brain cell... I don’t think so.”

“In that case, we better not get caught. Now, who knows how to work the television?”

There was an awkward pause. 

“Well, Chicky’s usually the one to sort it all out...” Muta muttered. 

Baron nodded, as if this wasn’t a major flaw in the plan. “Good point, good point.” 

“Maybe,” Toto said reluctantly, as if already regretting enabling this endeavour, but unable to resist helping, “there’s a manual for it.” 

“Excellent point, Toto. Now... where is it?”

“Yeah, leave this to me,” Muta called, scurrying off into the joint kitchen and, after several ungainly jumps, reached a small drawer. He battled at the handle until it slid open, rooted around, and dropped a couple of thick manuals onto the floor.

The two Creations neared the findings with bemusement. 

“How did you know those were there?” Baron asked.

“Eh, you know... I may have got familiar with the kitchen in search of food. Though there’d be marshmallows somewhere for a cake, and found this weird drawer instead. He pawed at the contents. “If yer wanting dead batteries, outdated cables, and tech manuals from the Stone Age, this is yer drawer.”

“Yes, well.. thank you, Muta.” Baron spread the manuals across the floor. “Well, how difficult can this be?”

x

The answer, naturally, was very. 

“Muta, I do believe this manual has the same instructions copied six times over.”

“That’ll be the other languages,” Muta replied. 

“It’ll be the Sanctuary magic translating it for us,” Toto supplied. He peered over Baron’s shoulder. “Do the other languages say anything helpful?”

“Some questionable grammar, but nothing noteworthy.” 

“I’ve found the remote!”

Both Creations furiously shushed Muta. 

“Sorry. I’ve found the remote,” he whispered in exaggerated tones.

“Where was it?”

“Behind the sofa.”

“Remind me to give Haru a few tips on good tidiness habits.”

“And how are yer gonna do that? ‘Hey, could yer make sure yer tidy the place up so next time we break into your home, we can find the remote?’“

“It’s not breaking and entering if we don’t break anything,” Baron replied back. 

“How does Haru’s trust sound?” Toto asked dryly. 

 “Haru has made it quite clear we are welcome whenever. Now how do we turn this infernal machine on...?”

x

Several false starts, one rapid muting, and ten minutes on the wrong input channel later, they found their way to the menu screen for Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time. 

For the first half, Baron failed to see what Haru had made all the fuss about. For, except for a momentary dramatic flair from the prince as he parried with both words and sword, there was little to add to Baron’s already impressive repertoire. 

Then the film rolled towards its climax, and as the prince ran down the stairs to find his true love, he found his way blocked by his father.

“This is ridiculous! Now, you agreed to marry the girl in the glass slipper,” the king ranted. “I was completely with you on that one--”

“And I will,” the prince retorted, attempting to step past his father. “Just as soon as I find her.”

The king made a variety of disgruntled noises. “I’ve - I - I forbid you to take another step down these stairs!”

There was a pause as the prince considered this statement. Then a smile spread slowly across his face. “Okay,” he said, and jumped out of the nearest window.

Muta and Toto simultaneously looked at Baron. 

“What?” he demanded.  

“Do not,” Toto said, “even think about it.”

“I wasn’t!”

Which was true. There was very little thought involved.

x

“THIEVES! VANDALS! RUFFIANS! YOU COME BACK HERE WITH THAT VASE!”

Haru raced down the steps, taking them three at a time and hoping gravity wasn’t about to get the better of her. “Is... anyone else... worried,” she gasped, “how often this... happens?”

 “The running or the name-calling, Chicky?”

“Both?! We’re the good guys! We shouldn’t get called ruffians!”

An arrow whizzed over their heads. 

“Or shot at!” She pivoted on one foot to glare at their pursuers. “We’re trying to help you, you idiots!” 

 Another arrow buried itself into the stone wall above her.

“Sure, sure, Chicky, go insult their intelligence. That always goes down real well.” 

“I certainly feel better for it.” Her foot missed a step and she went sprawling. Baron caught her before she could go the rest of the stairway head-over-heels.

“Enjoying our little trip, were we?”

Haru snorted. “And how long have you been waiting on that one? Anyway, you can put me down now--”   

“HALT! IN THE NAME OF HIS EMINENCE, THE ROYAL HIGH KING, RULER OF THE SUNSET ISLANDS, CONQUEROR OF THE CRIMSON WASTES, RIGHTFUL HEIR OF THE AURORA THRONE--”

“Are they waiting for us to die of old age?” Muta muttered.

“--YOU ARE ORDERED TO STOP!”

“On second thoughts, Baron, let’s not make any sudden moves,” Haru said. She leant back in his arms and laid a glare on the garrison of highly-decorated soldiers blocking their path. “The vase we took is cursed. That’s why you’ve been plagued by bad luck for the past year.”

“LIES! DECEIT!”

“Geez, does this guy have an indoor voice?” Muta grunted. 

“YOU SHALL BE BROUGHT TO THE ROYAL COURT TO FACE JUSTICE FOR YOUR CRIMES!”

“Baron, this would be a great time for you to pull out one of your last-minute plans,” Haru whispered. 

“I’m working on it.”

“Work faster.”

“YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM TAKING ANOTHER STEP DOWN THESE STAIRS!”

Baron grinned the kind of slow grin that wouldn’t have been out-of-place on the Cheshire Cat. “Haru, do you trust me?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I always do until you ask questions like that.”

“Then hold on tight.” 

Haru hastily linked her fingers together behind Baron’s neck, securing herself with the kind of grip that spoke of many, many experiences. 

“Not another step down these stairs, you say?” Baron called. “Then, naturally, we shall respect your request. Haru, are you ready?”

“Sure, but for whaaaaa--”

She devolved into a scream as Baron leapt through the open window and rappelled his way down by means of the creeping ivy clinging to the castle walls. 

Baron landed at the base of the castle with not a single hair out of place. 

Haru looked... less immaculate. 

She elbowed her way back to her feet and leant heavily against the nearest non-floor thing, waiting for the world to stop see-sawing. “Oh boy...”

Muta and Toto followed after, although Muta’s descent was slowed by his claws. “Real smooth, Baron,” he grunted. 

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Tell me, Baron,” Toto said, alighting on his shoulder, “did you know about the ivy before or after you jumped?” 

“It is entirely possible I took note of the castle’s foliage on our entrance here.”

“That’d be a no,” Muta said. 

Haru groaned and straightened, pushing her hair out of its birdnest and into something approaching any kind of style. “You know, I’m getting the weirdest sense of deja-vu...”

“That’d be from when he jumped off your school roof,” Muta offered.

“Or the time he interrupted the clockwork wedding via the cathedral window,” Toto said.

“Or when he escaped from the sky castle.”

“Or the lightning pirates incident.”

“Or the--”

“Yes, yes,” Baron said, a trite curtly. “I think we get the picture.”

“No, that’s... that’s not it.” Haru frowned, mouthing something to herself. “It was... I think it was something you said... or something the guard said. The whole ‘not another step’ thing sounded awfully...” her eyes suddenly widened, “...familiar...”

Muta cackled. “Now yer in for it, Baron.”

Haru spun round accusingly to Baron. “Did you watch my copy of Cinderella 3?”

“Watch is such a strong word...”

“Baron...”

“If you’re asking if I occupied the same room that the movie happened to be playing in, then I suppose--”

“Oh my god.”

“--in the loosest sense of the word--”

“You’re in so much trouble.”

“--one could say that, yes, I did watch Cinderella 3. Are you quite all right, Haru? You seem to be breathing rather heavily into your hands.”

“I’m counting to ten.”

“Why-- oh.”  

Several arrows embedded themselves into the creeping ivy just above them. 

“As much as I fully endorse this admonishment,” Toto chipped in, “may I remind you that we are currently running for our lives?” Several more arrows pinged past them, notably closer to their marks this time. “Preferably before the archers find their aim.”

“Wait,” Haru said. “Did you know? About the movie?” She watched Muta and Toto’s guilty shuffling, and the penny dropped. “Did you help?”

“Help is such a strong word,” Muta said.

“If you’re asking if we happened to occupy the same room as Baron did during the movie...” Toto muttered.

“..and maybe jiggled your cat flap open...” Muta continued.

“...and worked the TV...”

“...then I suppose, in the loosest sense of the word...”

“...one could say that, yes, we did help him. How high are you counting this time, Haru?”

“As many as it takes before the murderous tendencies wear off,” Haru growled. “Baron, your tea privileges are banned for a month; same goes for you and cake, Muta; and Toto...” She paused. “Is there anything I can ban for you?”

“Bickering with Muta?” Toto supplied wearily.

“Fine. No bickering with Muta.” She groaned again and rubbed at her temples. “Alright, let’s get this cursed vase outta here and get home.” She glanced around. “Who’s got the vase?”

“Oh,” Baron said. 

“Oh?”

“I think I may have left it in the staircase,” he said. “Just before we jumped.”  

[quillyfied]

First Lines Meme

Tagged by @cheeriosandwine

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Oh, goodie, this should be fun XD Taken from the last 20 stories off my AO3 as of 4/2/21, I’m not gonna post links bc that’s exhausting but here’s my AO3 account, have fun.

1. It wasn’t often that Aziraphale got the urgent and sudden sense of being needed, not these days. (Summer Blockbuster Teenage Angst Fest, Chapter Nine: HOLY WATER)

2. Once upon a time, there lived a king named Shadwell, who did alright for himself as far as kingdoms went, but he had no heir to inherit his throne. (far longer than forever (you’re my best friend) )

3. Warlock Dowling walked his three special invitations to the mainland mailbox in the dead of night, six months before the posted date of the event.  (dancing queen (guaranteed to blow your mind) )

4. Crowley’s slumber was interrupted by a very insistent poke to his face. (Pen to Paper)

5. It is quiet and still, in the After. (repose)

6. How it happened wasn’t entirely clear. (Peace and Goodwill, although to be fair this was a collaborative work and I’m pretty sure this line in particular was olwendylluan’s; I thiiiink, if memory serves, my actual first written line was either “As a group, they followed Junior into the greenhouse, Angelica carrying her plate of food, Datura with half a danish still hanging out of their mouth.” or ““Where did you even find pipe cleaners?” Clem asked, looking up from his bow-making station at Angelica, sitting across the table from him and weaving together black and red pipe cleaners.“, it’s not entirely clear)

7. Marley was dead, though this has very little bearing whatsoever on the story about to unfold. (Bless Us, One and All, though props to Mr. Dickens for the yoinking that took place)

8. “Angel!” Crowley called as he stepped into the bookshop, one fine autumn afternoon well after Armageddon’t. (you don’t have to answer, leave them hangin’ on the line)

9. “Crowley. Crowley, look.” (Thirteenth Night, Chapter Two: Bones; it’s a compilation work of both standalone art and writing, I just took where one of the writing bits began)

10. Some days Junior couldn’t get out of bed. (Third Eden, Chapter Five: Step by Step; a collab, but this latest update was one of mine so here we are)

11. “Father?” (Snake Cottage, or Snottage, , Chapter Eleven: An Awkward Question)

12. The morning was cold and grey. (The Whole Truth)

13. Angelica, being a master of the art, knew when she was getting the cold shoulder. (The New Arrangement, Chapter 18: WAR AND PEACE; another collab, but this particular chapter, the latest update, was my own, so first lines from there it is)

14. It was a quiet afternoon in the bookshop, which didn’t happen often these days. (Snake Parents, or Snarents,)

15. It occurred to Aziraphale that he hadn’t heard the hissing of tiny tongues in quite a while. (A Very Wiggleverse Snektember, Chapter One: Sunbathing; another collaborative work but one that’s complete so I just took my first line in it)

16. In the end, Michael did not stay with Adam and Eve and their brood the entire time, though when she first left the little humans latched onto her hands and wailed. (Frabjous Portents, Chapter 4, which I am going to get back to I swear, I have an outline and everything XD)

17. Crowley was not in bed when Aziraphale woke up. (The Empty Nest)

18. Aziraphale drew his hand through the water of the bath he’d drawn for his beloved, stirring in the scented oils, testing the scalding temperatures. (living waters)

19. It started with an overheard conversation at school. (To Have and to Hold, Chapter One; another collab, but the first chapter was mine, so here we go!)

20. You have all, perhaps, heard the tale of the little cinder girl, yes? Good. (find me (somebody to love) )

I feel like I tend to start on one isolated kind of scene-setting or dynamic, dramatic sentence, but there were quite a few that had whole paragraphs to start, which surprised me, so I suppose I’m very pleased about it XD My favorite of the bunch is probably the opening of “living waters” but “Snake Parents, or Snarents,” has some very satisfying transitions, which isn’t opening lines but if you think about it, it kind of is, just for entire scenes.

Oh, tagging people...um...tell you what, if this sounds like fun to you, this is my explicit given permission, and you can even fib and say I tagged you, if you’d like XD

[cartoonlonk]

► NAME ➔  Link ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➔  I think there ‘s one of me?? I hope?? (multiship) ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➔  Ah.   .   . I w-would hope!

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTHPLACE ➔  Outset Island! ► HAIR COLOUR ➔  Yellow! Er.  .   . blonde! ► EYE COLOUR➔  Black! ► BIRTHDAY ➔   December 13th ► MOOD ➔  Happy! ► GENDER ➔ Uh.   .   .boy! ► SUMMER OR WINTER? ➔  Either ! ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON? ➔ Afternoon

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➔ I’m full of love! ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➔  Yeah! ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➔  Nada! ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➔  Uh. .   . I dunno, hopefully not. ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➔  Depends? I usually do all I can for thin’s ta stay happy! ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➔ Yep yep! ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➔  Um? Wouldn’t that defeat the purposes of secret? ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➔  .   .    .

SIX CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST? ➔  Love ► LEMONADE OR ICE TEA? ➔  Lemonade ► CATS OR DOGS? ➔  Dogs ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS? ➔ I have a lot of friends but I prefer a few besties  ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN? ➔  ??? Wild! Lets go explorin’! ► DAY OR NIGHT? ➔  Both!

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT? ➔  Yeah ► FALLEN DOWN / UP THE STAIRS? ➔ Both ► WANTED SOMEONE / SOMETHING SO BADLY IT HURT? ➔ Mmmhm ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR? ➔  No

FOUR PREFERENCES.

► SMILE OR EYES? ➔  Smile! Buh I love both ► SHORTER OR TALLER? ➔  Either ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION? ➔ Huh? Both ??? ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIPS? ➔  Relationships

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG? ➔  Yes! We care ‘bout each otha very much! ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE?” ➔  I guess?? I try nota think of it badly ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME? ➔  No ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT? ➔  No

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS? ➔ HUH? NO! ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS? ➔  Yes ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? ➔  Otto ( @gyrcid ), Aryll, Claus ( @maskslip ) ‘n’ Tetra! ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU? ➔  Mmm....My sistah,,,, maybies 

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8, 14, 26, 40!!

eeee thank you!

Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

yes! the one i currently rp as i can't really talk about, but i have plenty of other ocs that i either have roleplayed as in the past, or will roleplay as in the future. one that i will roleplay as in the future is Aja, who actually started as a nameless ifrit npc in a campaign that we didn't get to finish, and i just yoinked him for my own, gave him a name and a backstory and played around with him by myself for a little bit, then forgot about him for years

then not too long ago i pulled him up again, revamped him, made him a foxboy, and now i await the day i can play as this beautiful, flirty, so-deep-in-the-closet-he-doesn't-know-he's-there, pure of ass dumb of heart sorcerer

Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

oh that's gotta be Amaranth

he's a tiefling, and i really went hard with the whole ostracizing of tieflings by other races. for one, his parents were murdered by religious fanatics when he was a toddler, though they spared him and left him to die (a very nice ranger found him and took him in though, a bright spot in his life) he was relentlessly bullied by other children as he was growing up, to the point that he began hating his infernal appearance and attempted to cut off his own horns (he half-succeeded unfortunately) his adoptive parents found him and learned of the bullying and packed up their whole shop and moved a couple towns over so Amaranth could live in peace

the damage was done however, as Amaranth was too afraid to let the people of this new town see him for fear that he'd be targeted again. so he became a shut in

i actually wrote up a whole post a couple years ago going into more detail if you'd like a long, kinda sad read (tw for fantasy racism, bullying, and the whole horn-cutting incident though i don't go into too much detail with that)

Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

so that happened with my boy Dmitri, way back in 2018 during a previous campaign.

our party had gotten captured by these mad scientists that worked for a circus, and they took one of his weapons, a star knife (which i think is just a made up weapon for pathfinder but i could be wrong, it's vaguely reminiscent of a large shuriken) broke it into four pieces, and inserted those pieces into the backs of his hands, so he sort of had these like Wolverine claws.

in the moment, i was not happy and wanted my star knife back so i had him rip out three of the pieces, which cost him a ton of hp so i had to leave the last one in. as with most of my impulsive decisions i would later regret what i did lol, because Wolverine claws were so much cooler than the star knife

Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

since most of my ocs are related to a ttrpg campaign, most of my fond memories come from things that happened during rp. like the time in my very first campaign where everyone in the party rolled a nat 1 trying to crawl through a crevice in a cave, and then finally my character was up, and she rolled a nat 1 too, and the whole group just lost it, because of the statistical probability of five critical failures in a row on the same action. it was amazing and is still one of my fondest ttrpg memories