#✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* { THE GARBAGE HAS ARRIVED (OOC) }

[hatsune-miku-fortnite]

Hello, everyone! I'm Hatsune Miku!

I can't wait to meet all of you, and to preform shows on the island! Please feel free to say hi! I'm here to make new friends!

This is a silly blog I made for fun since Miku in Fortnite got leaked! She's technically not on the island yet, but soon. SHE'S ARRIVED Miku has been very special to me for over a decade, so I'm very excited to see her in the game. Anyway! Some stuff to keep in mind for interacting with the goddess herself!

This blog is run by an adult. I am 26, my main is @snippydippy. I also run @king-midas-fortnite!

Unlike Midas, this account is purely for fun. I don't plan on having any major Lore Events around Miku lmao. She's here for the sillies.

I am down to RP in reblogs with everyone, but DMs for other adults only, please!

No NSFW content here, folks!

(()) Will be used for OOC

Some Hatsune Miku Headcanons!

She is outgoing, bubbly, and sometimes just a lil' unhinged.

Not human, but not a robot. Made by man, but bleeds and feels like a human being. Miku is an enigma.

Toying with the idea that she is meta-aware, and given "tangible" form inside of Fortnite. Not going to have her be a character who breaks the fourth wall during conversation, though.

She is bilingual! She speaks Japanese, English, and Chinese! (Official language banks)

Stoked to be on the island! She gets to interact with both people who know her, and those who don't!

She/her pronouns, lesbian!

Tags she will use!

#MikuMikuPosting - In-character interactions!

#MikuMikuAnswer - Asks answered in-character

#MikuMikufaves - In-character reblogs of art and other media

#Shut your trap snippy- For posts like these that include me talking OOC (I know, long tag. It's just what I've been using on my main blog for years to tag my own garbage lol)

[shoutabe]

TAKE A CHANCE

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“hey, would you like to check out this program? i think you might have a lot of fun!” a random student on the street stops you, handing you a bright yellow flier and giving you little room to say no. they seem harmless enough, so you accept the sheet, maybe with the intention of tossing it out at the next available garbage can. but you can’t help but take a look at it anyway.

FREE! 

choreography workshop at korea national university of arts (KNUA). 

one week only. participation is limited.

the department of choreography would like to invite you to our community choreography workshop. this intensive, weeklong course, hosted by KNUA’s own department of music composition faculty, will go over the basics of body expression, a crash course in different genres and styles of dance, and the theory behind what makes a good performance. at the end of the session, participants will be able to record a short performance of their own creation with student dancers from our department.

this class takes place monday through saturday, 4:30pm-10:30pm.

the workshop is free and seems to offer skills that might be useful to you someday. at the very least, it seems like something that might be fun! and recording a performance alongside semi-professional dancers? who cares if they’re still students, you’re aware of the reputation of the university and figure that it’s a good thing to have in your portfolio anyway.

taking this class is a rather intense time commitment, though. it’ll occupy most of your free time for an entire week, leaving little availability for other activities. if you usually practice another skill, it may need to be neglected in favor of this workshop for a short time. it’s so easy to lose abilities, but you eventually decide that the class is worth it.

you register for the class just in time. a confirmation email is sent to you, welcoming you to the program and letting you know to arrive early at 4:00 monday for a brief introduction before the class finally begins.

OOC:

thank you for redeeming your chance token! your muse now has 0 chance tokens remaining.

please post this prompt (even without a response) within a week of receiving it. the point changes from the prompt must be applied to your points sheet even if you do not write a response.

INSTRUCTIONS: 

respond to this prompt with a solo of any length about your muse’s experience at the choreography workshop. note that wannabe does not currently track any official “choreography claims” for choreos created by muses, but you are more than welcome to use existing choreography as inspiration and comparison as long as the dance is not by one of our canon artists.

no form is necessary to submit to the points verification blog, but please publish this submission and link to this post on your points sheet.

please tag this post and your solo (if posted separately) with #be:takeachance.

POINTS RECEIVED:

+3 CHOREOGRAPHY

+3 DANCE

POINTS LOST:

note that skills points cannot go below zero; if you have less than 2 points in any category, please set it to 0.

-2 RAP

-2 SINGING

[corruptiio-blog]

                            ‘ who wants to fight against gravity ? ’

                             indie chuuya nakahara. written by reese. est. october 2016

[photocaught-blog]

im way too lazy to make a proper promo for this but reblog if ur interested in a fandomless (multiverse) half elf half human oc ! rose is a big soft sweetheart who loves with all her heart !!! now she just needs some love herself !

[kintsukis-a]

sometimes i want to reblog that pokemon ask meme that’s going around, but then i quickly remember that taru would not realistically pick and choose between pokemon. you weak fools, she’s keeping ALL OF THEM.

[bladelearnt]

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[mctherlost-blog]

im blaming my own damn self for this

hello! this is a new cronan darkroot rp blog written by ya boi reese ! if i could get a reblog / like (but preferably a reblog) from yall so i could check you out thatd be great! i look forward to writing with you all <3

[dekuborn-blog]

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[lance-not-a-lot]

Intro

Lancelot Thaddeus (Daniel Sharman, 30, male, human) Blimey! Is that (LANCELOT THADDEUS)? (HE/HIM) is/are the (COOK) on the Cursed Serpent and has been onboard the ship for (JUST DISCOVERED IT). Legend has it they are (CUNNING & ASSERTIVE), but don’t get on their bad side, because I hear they’re (RECKLESS & INSECURE). Aye! Stop staring! (LANCE) has their (RAPIER) out! (ooc: Alixx, PST, 26, they/them, triggers - abuse, self harm/suicide, rape/sexual assault) 

DETAILS -

PERSONAL:

Full Name: Lancelot Thaddeus

Nickname/Preferred name: Lance

Parents: Arthur and Genevieve Thaddeus 

Parents nationalities: Father - English, Mother - French

Siblings: Arthur Jr. (fraternal twin brother) and Athena (younger half-sister)

Grandmother: Juno Thaddeus

Birthplace: England

Birthday: March 15, 1664

Gender: Cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Gay, but slightly bi-curious

Languages known: English, French, and some Spanish

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6'2"

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Hair + Facial Hair looks: short || long

Scents: herbs, spices, and essential oils, mainly lavender, rosemary, and paprika 

PERSONALITY TYPES:

MBTI: ENFP-T (Campaigner)

Enneagram: Two (The Giver)

Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic Good

Zodiac Big Three: Pisces {sun} ~ Cancer {moon} ~ Pisces {rising}

BACKSTORY (TW: Homophobia, Abuse, Violence, Death) - 

After being caught sleeping with another man in his father’s battalion the two of them were put on trial for execution. His brother Arthur managed to convince their father to ensure that Lance would be spared, but his lover was not so lucky, a guilt that would haunt Lance for the rest of his life. Instead of death, Lance was banished, sent off to the West Indies with no plan or support system. When he first arrived in the West Indies and was trying to find shelter he pretty much lived out of taverns and garbage scraps. He was 75% alcohol 100% of the time. He had become disenchanted with everything which made him reckless, with little regard for his life. This eventually got him into trouble with a group of werewolves, but before they could harm him he was saved by a sorcerer named Emrys Aurelian who took him in and helped him get back on his feet.

Both Emrys and his magic fascinated Lance immensely and they eventually fell in love, as people do sometimes when one has had their life saved by the other. The two spent most of their days talking about the intricacies of magic, it’s history, and it’s theory despite the fact that Lance could never learn magic himself as a mere human. For nearly three years this lifestyle suited Lance just fine, he always admired Emrys with all his skill and passion. However, at the back of his mind, he always felt undermined by and jealous of of his boyfriend’s magic abilities. Perhaps it made him feel too week and dependent, maybe he felt guilt for not being able to pay Emrys back in any way that felt meaningful enough. Emrys never seemed to notice or mind, but eventually Lance’s inability to live up to the wonder that Emrys encapsulated became too much for Lance to bear. Even though his love for his boyfriend was deeper than any he had ever known, he still needed to find his own purpose.

He had been hearing word of a ship called the Cursed Serpent and it’s crew’s quest. He thought if he could gain the power of a jewel he could finally feel worthy of his lineage, of Emrys, and most importantly himself. So he made a plan to leave without word. He knew that, if they talked, Emrys would have just tried to convince him to stay and he wouldn’t have the power to say no. So he packed a small bag, taking with him an enchanted twinned amulet Emrys had given him that glowed brighter the closer they were to the one they loved. He snuck out in the dead of night in search of the Cursed Serpent, watching the light fade from his amulet, hoping sincerely that he was making the right choice.

PERSONALITY -

At Lance’s core, above all else, he is a kind hearted individual. In some ways one could think of him as a mirror, except instead of reflecting everything back, his mirror filters out the bad and shines back the good in people. His instinct is and will always be to trust in an individual’s room for growth. He’s very sensitive and in tune with his emotions which often helps him empathize with the struggles of others.

Lance is quite extroverted, though it takes a bit of time to really feel comfortable around people, but once you get to know him he’s very charismatic and playful. He can be a bit of a trickster and doesn’t like to take things very seriously… even though there are things from his past that make him very Serious & Angsty^TM sometimes. He’s very insecure, having been made to feel inferior most of his life, but that doesn’t stop him from being recklessly courageous to a fault. In battle he will always throw himself headfirst into a fight, even if he knows he’s up against forces much stronger than him.

THE CURSED SERPENT -

Lance had heard about the crew’s quest and hoped joining the crew might help him find purpose and direction in life. Lance joined a few weeks ago in Westburgh and is still getting acclimated to the environment. He admires the crew, but is still awkward around them, once he comes out of his shell though he’s bound to be a real good time. Assimilating to their world also symbolizes a huge ‘fuck you’ to him and Athena’s dad and he’s living for that energy.  He’s heard of the former captain and thought of him as almost a living legend, so he’s a bit disappointed he never got to meet him. 

SECRET -

His biggest secret is probably his navy lineage and the reason his father sent him away. He not only was he viewed as worthless by his father, but was also deep in the closet. At a ball celebrating his father’s long tenure in the navy his father discovered that Lance had been sleeping with another member of their battalion. This was the last straw. Because of this he keeps his general family history pretty under wraps. Lance also probably keeps his life after being sent away and living with Emrys fairly secretive due to guilt and wanting to keep those good memories to himself. 

KEY RELATIONSHIPS -

THE ANCHOR: This person would help keep Lance grounded and out of his head. They’d serve as a distraction, helping him keep his eyes on the future, not the past.  Someone who’s just easy to be around, someone to spar with and joke with. 

THE HELM: Someone to help him bear his emotional burdens. This person is someone Lance feels most comfortable with, trusting them above all others. In turn, they are someone who Lance would be there to support most through anything that may come to pass. 

THE MAST: The person who keeps Lance on his toes. They don’t always agree, but they work well together despite their clashing personalities. No matter their differences, at the end of the day Lance always wants what’s best for them.

[dethroncd-blog]

hey yall its reese making yet another attempt at a comeback to his beloved volleyball child. can yall do me a solid and reblog this to get my url around for those who may not know of me? much appreciated. look forward to writing with all of u <3

[corruptiio-blog]

rcmcdium replied to your post “.”

I MISS U *RAISES HAND*

✞–

     (id die for u)

[their-name-is-morgan]

Ok b so like, I'm gonna try to make this sort of specific, I live for some angst and I live for Abba so like.... Imagine Abba being in one of those days where he just feels like garbage , but then his nice softie s/o visits him and cheers him up and gives him luv bc uwuwuwu. im so awkward at writing this, anyways, it's a scenario if thats ok with u b, and the s/o is a female.

AAAAH B I tried my best to make this turn out decent!! I feel like Leo is extremely OOC and there might be some mistakes here and there, but it’s late and I’m tired...so I’ll fix this in the morning! ;;

I hope you enjoy it anyway, ilysm❤

Il loro segreto

Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader❤

Everyone has bad days, and everyone faces them in a different way. There are people like Bruno: he would try his best to help other people overcome their struggles, and seeing their smiling face would make him feel better in an instant. There are people like Fugo: he would allow himself to have a day off, and he’d spend that day doing his favourite things, talking to his favourite people, or even staying alone. And then there are people like Abbacchio.

Leone was a man of few words, he would talk when necessary, and he wasn’t the nicest member of the gang. His face appeared to be in an eternal scowl, with his dark, thin eyebrows furrowed and his lips rarely lifting upwards. One would think that he was a strong, confident man whose only emotions were anger and disgust, but there’s always more to a person than what they let the others see.

Abbacchio was like any other person: some of his days were happy, other ones boring, and other ones bad, upsetting days. On the latter he would isolate himself and even refuse to get out of his bed, too mentally exhausted to interact with other people. He would push them away, and then he’d feel guilty about it. His lips would quiver and his eyes would water, but he’d hold it in.

And that day was one of those days.

(Name) exhaled, her eyes fixed on the last message he had sent: “See you at 9” with a black heart at the end. ‘Edgy’ she thought with a chuckle, but the small smile on her face disappeared as soon as it came. They had agreed on meeting quite early in the morning and, when she noticed that it was pouring outside but his last access remained the same as the previous night’s, she had guessed that the rain wouldn’t have been a problem for him either.

But after an hour of waiting for his arrival in front of the smallest, saddest bookstore in town, she came to a sudden realization: what if something was wrong?

Was he okay? Was the rest of the gang okay? Was her phone being dumb and not showing her his true last messages? She needed to know. She was about to stand up and open her umbrella when she noticed a notification from a different chat: Bruno had just texted her.

‘Would you mind coming over? I know this is sudden, but there’s somebody here who needs you.’ The text read, and her expression twisted into one of concern. It wasn’t the first time that she received a text like that, from either the Capo –whom she considered one of her closest friends- or another one of the guys, and it was not a pleasant thing to read.

She didn’t even bother to reply, instead she started walking towards the Passione residence, which was not that far away from that spot. The rain didn’t stop, making her almost trip at least twice along the way, but she was determined to see her lover’s face and hold him as close as possible.

It didn’t take that long before three knocks on the door snapped Bruno out of his trance; he stood up and made his way to the front door, abandoning the crossword puzzled he had been trying to complete for the past forty minutes on the wooden table.

He slowly opened the door to reveal his friend, umbrella in her right hand and phone in the other, her eyebrows slightly furrowed but a polite smile still present on her face. He motioned to come in and guided her to the couch, where they both sat down;

“So, what happened?” she asked, fidgeting with her hands. He let out a sigh,

“I...will keep it short. You know how Leone can get and now I know he needs extra support that I can’t give him. But please remember, cara; if this is too much for you, if he somehow hurts you with his words or actions...” he paused, cautiously choosing what to say next, “It’s not worth it. He is my friend, but you are too and I wouldn’t want you to think that I agree with everything he says or does.”

She carefully listened, her expression concentrated. She warmly smiled as he finished talking and took his larger hands in hers, grateful for having such a caring and honest friend.

“Bruno, I will follow your advice if anything happens. But I’m pretty sure it won’t,” she reassured him, and he nodded and returned the smile, “Now, he hasn’t left his room has he?”

“He’s been in there since yesterday night. He’d making all of us very worried, (Name).” He confessed, his tone of voice sincere. The girl could only nod and direct her gaze on the flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were located.

 Unmade bed, window shut, blankets and dirty clothes lazily piled up in a corner of the barely lit room. The smell not bad enough to be unbearable, but enough to make one’s nose wrinkle. The pitter patter of the rain soothed him, but unnerved him at the same time. Was it even possible to feel in such a way?

He sat there, intently staring at the blank, boring wall as if it was the most interesting thing. What else could he have done in his state after all? With his headphones too far away to reach and the overwhelming fatigue that didn’t seem willing to leave him anytime soon, he could only lose heart and sit there, with his back against the bed’s headboard.

His almost lifeless gaze fell upon his phone, which had been resting on his nightstand since the previous night. A feeling of guilt struck him at the thought that he hadn’t shown up for his and (Name)’s date, his chest tightening and a lump forming in his throat. No, he couldn’t cry. What was the point of crying anyway? His eyes alarmingly watered, salty tears threatening to roll down his pale cheeks; he tried to focus on breathing, when a soft, almost inaudible knock made his grip on the thin blanket covering his legs tighten and his eyebrows furrow.

No. He thought, his heart beating faster. Fuck, leave.

Silence. But then, another knock, this time a little bit louder. Who was it, and what did they want? He had harshly declined Bruno’s help earlier that morning, and made it clear that he didn’t want any of the other guys around. Watching Bruno retrieve his hand at his commanding voice made him regret his actions, but then again. What was he expecting from himself?

With his gaze fixed on the door, he flinched when he heard the voice of the person behind it.

“Leo?”

I don’t deserve you. He thought once again, his eyes burning. He suddenly became aware of the state he was in, with his normally silky hair now messy and tangled, tied in a low ponytail, no sign of makeup on his ghost white face, and his embarrassing attire composed by an old, short sleeved shirt –obviously too large for him- and a pair of grey night shorts, his legs exposed and, much to his regret, hairy.

“Leone, I just want to know if you’re okay-“

“I am, now leave.” Please, he wanted to add, before I say something I’ll regret.

He could feel her sighing, trying to come up with something to tell him that could’ve comforted him. But what exactly could’ve possibly made him happier? He had tried to think of something, to do something, but it only ended up hurting him more, making him lay back down, exhausted and ashamed of himself. Just the thought of it made him stomach turn, the thought of his beloved waiting for him under the pouring rain whilst he was laying in bed, frustrated... melancholic.

“Please tell me if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I know you’re lying, but it’s okay,” a pause. Then shuffling, and the doorknob moved a little, “Can I come in, Tesoro?” she asked. Little did she know that the man was trying his hardest not to break down there, in that exact moment. Or did she? She’d never seen him or talked to him while he was in such a state, usually he would be angry and frustrated, drinking his pain away in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or even in a bar.

Silence means consent, she thought –as much as that sentence could’ve been wrong-, and she dared to open the door, moderately illuminating the chaotic room. He froze, not really sure what to do, if to yell at them or to gather all his strength to stand up and lock the door completely. But he simply stayed still, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath he took.

“What are you doing here,” he asked, his words ended up sounding more like a statement, though. She slowly stepped inside, her gaze falling upon her handsome boyfriend’s body, partially covered by a thin, cream coloured blanket.

“I’m here to listen to you, what’s going on Leone?” she asked, slowly stepping closer to his bed. He eyed her for a moment, his eyes softening. He wanted to be mad and make her leave, he really did, she wasn’t supposed to see him like this and he deserved to suffer alone. He deserved to listen to all the horrible thoughts that his mind was full of, obsess over them.

He gasped at the light touch of her hand, which was now softly holding his, his long, bony fingers subconsciously intertwining with hers. That simple touch sent a wave of butterflies through his veins, making him shake and choke back a sob.

(Name) promptly took notice of this and sat down beside him, her eyes kind and a warm, welcoming smile on her face.

“You can cry, it’s okay to. Please look at me,” and he did, with tears finally spilling down his face, his cheeks flushed and the muscles of his chin trembling, making his lips quiver. His right hand clutched at hers as if his life depended on it, while his left was clenched in a fist, the knuckles slowly going white. (Name) worriedly moved closer to him, letting her free hand wander behind his head to untie his hair and run her fingers through it.

Tell me everything.

“I am... I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t deserve you-“ a stifled sob, and then he sharply inhaled, “You were waiting for me, but I was here. Being a useless dick even if they wanted to help. I just...” he suddenly stopped, allowing smaller sobs to escape from his parted, soft lips. The girl moved her hand from his hair to his back, pulling him closer so that his head could rest on her shoulder.

Slightly embarrassed by this position as she was the one usually laying her head on his shoulder, he tried to pull away, but her soothing touch and whispers sent a shiver up his spine and made him hold onto her for dear life, weeping and babbling about how he didn’t deserve her, about how he would miss her though if she left, and she thought she heard him say I’m sorry once or twice –and he’d rarely apologize-.

(Name) held him tight, noticing how quiet he was even while shaking and sobbing almost uncontrollably, wetting her cute, slightly elegant shirt. Not that she cared anyway, he was much more important than a stupid shirt.  

“Leo,” she whispered at some point, making him blink, more tears rolling down his reddened cheeks, “You deserve so much and you don’t even realize it. I know you blame yourself for a lot of things...” he raised his head, his hair gracefully cascading down his back; their eyes met and (Name) gave him a small smile, which he returned, “But not everything’s your fault.”

He averted his gaze, his breath slowly calming and his shoulders relaxing.

“Hm. Just promise... this whole thing will stay between us,”

She chuckled, and shifted in a more comfortable position so that they could be even closer.

“Of course; now will you eat breakfast with me?”

[bladelearnt]

forewarning; its about to get real sappy up in here

wow okay. the one year anniversary of this blog was a week or two ago but im making this now. 554 followers in a year. honestly i didnt think id get this far. i didnt even think id be making this right here right now. two hiatuses, one that i had to take for the better of my mental health, and im still here, writing this with you all today. i didnt think i was ever going to log into this blog ever again after my second hiatus. to be honest, im glad that i did. the vld fandom may be a war zone, but my love for vld is so strong and my love for keith is even stronger. how could i possibly stay away from a character i love so much?

through everything, i have made so many friends here, so many people i will call apart of my life for years to come. ive had so many interactions that ive adored and ive put so much time into keith. im appreciative of every single one of you that stayed through my depressive states, those who leave me kind words in the inbox (that i still read to this day --- i have 14 asks to be specific. some have made me cry on multiple accounts).

from the bottom of my heart, i thank each and every one of you for being here, for liking my keith portrayal, for everything. thank you SO much. below is a list of various people but, even if you arent on the list, just know that i appreciate you with everything i have just for following me.

FAMILY;

corazcnazul / amaihearted-  my main lance, one of my closest friends; jen you are one of the people i am so glad to have met. talking to you is like a regular basis to me at this point. you make me smile and laugh and everything in between. i love you SO much. you are such an important person in my life and i am so glad you came back to lance. i love him so much. keith loves him. i love our klance and how it has grown. you are one of the best people i have ever met. thank you for coming into my life. thank you for always being amazing

noircielpaladin- mariana-- or as i call you, dad. you are so incredible. you are vibrant, beautiful, talented, strong and everything in between. i am so proud to call you my friend because you have accomplished so much in just the time that i have known you and i am so proud. im so happy that youre deciding to come back to shiro because you are the best main shiro i could ever ask for. thank you so much for your wise words, your portrayal, your beautiful singing voice, and your company. i appreciate it more than you know

cosmicstardreamer- em-- though i would much rather call you mom. neff is such a beautiful soul. im so glad that i came across her and starting rping with her. she is an INCREDIBLE oc. sometimes i forget shes your creation and not a canon character because of how shes wormed her way into keiths life so easily. you have done an amazing job with her and im so lucky to be interacting with her. im so glad that i met you as well. youre beautiful, funny, amazing, and i love talking to you pretty much every day in the chats. youre a lovely person and an even better friend. thank you for being apart of my life

liontethered / keyhcld- blue. my lovely friend. i sometimes think its funny how you used to think we wouldnt get along, but here we are today, still talking and watching anime together. i love watching things with you and talking with you on rabbit and just bonding over that kind of thing. you are funny, creative, and are much stronger than you think. i will stand by you through everything. you are my friend, and i only wish for you to grow. thank you for always being there

bloodsung / eclipsyd / felyned- mari. i love you so much. im so lucky to be dating you. even before we were dating, you were always an amazing friend to me. youre caring, youre funny, youre so loving to me, and im so glad that i met you. i sometimes wonder where i would be without you in my life. im so glad you got to meet my friends that im closest to because i love sharing my life with you. im so proud of you in everything you do, big or small. heres to many more years with you

BONDS;

iliyovunjika, vrepit-sa, ograndsovereign, panickypaladin, cubanpilot / noirpilot / cloakedvalor, bluest-paladin, queenmiko, rainveined, lanzazul, headspacedad, ofiignition, shuxifeng, kittcnrose, wxterbonded, astrallance, valorazul, virdihelion, patientfocus, foresttech, boyets, azureroar, gorgeocsman, depthsbled, thewitchofice everglows / cerutides, goldenintuition, chxmpioniisms​, intercosmiic​, neurotiickind, desperationbled, empyrebled

[thcr-odinscn-blog]

"Because that’s what...

                                                                                                      heroes do.”

                                              The Mighty Thor

❝ — ° Chris Hemsworth, 1500+ (looks 35). Is that Thor Odinson? He is a hero known as The Mighty Thor by the public and affiliated with the Avengers. Thor has been described as  daring, courageous, and humanitarian but has also been described irresponsible, impetuous, and emotional. He is currently working as a personal trainer. The aesthetic often associated with Thor 80s heavy metal blaring through the speakers, beer pong, fitted jeans and heavy boots, sweaty blonde hair, heavy barbells, and running through the park at sunrise.

— HISTORY:

Once the Prince of Asgard, Thor’s impulsive nature began a war between Jotunheim and Asgard that led to the God King Odin stripping him of his powers and the right to become king. Stranded on earth for a brief time, Thor redeemed himself in the eyes of his father by learning humility and self sacrifice, saving earth from his brother Loki’s schemes and earning his powers back. Hellbent on world domination, Loki once more planned genocide on Earth, and Thor was sent back to Earth to stop him. During this conflict, his mother Frigga was murdered, the Dark Elves were defeated, and Loki feigned his death. Upon his return to Asgard, Thor focused on restoring peace to once more when he learned Loki had been impersonating Odin and the real Odin was on Earth.

With the arrival of Hella, Thor was unable to save Odin, and after a series of unfortunate events, the prophecy of Ragnarok and the destruction of Asgard came to pass. Asgard was destroyed, and its citizens left without a home to wander through space with its protectors for a time. In the words of his father, “Asgard is not a place. It never was. Asgard is where its people stand.” Now, as King of Asgard, Thor is seeking to find a place for his people to stand on Earth, but before he can do that, order must be restored.

— ABOUT THOR:

Thor works as a personal trainer, and is constantly mesmerized by the denizens of Midgard Earth in all their eccentric glory. Some might mistake his candor and amusement for simple-mindedness, but they would be wrong. Thor is a deeply thoughtful and emotional god man whose true strengths lie eneath the obvious.

--- OOC (PLOTTING):

Hey ho, I’m Jay (21+ cst), I may have RP’d with some of you before but my memory is total garbage so just remind me lol! I’ll be playing this big boi to the best of my ability. DISCLAIMER: I don’t do smut right away, I get turned off by overly pushy characters/etc. I wanna feel out character chemistry first so pls respect that and I’ll do the same. I’m a slutton for character development, though! Also I might skip smut scenes if they start to get too long. Aren’t turned off yet? Slide into my dms for any specific plots you wanna do! I’m open to pretty much anything.

[dekuborn-blog]

soooo its been a year. holy heck. i know i was gone for the majority of this year that ive had this blog, but im back now so thats all that matters. most of the people before my hiatus are gone, but that doesnt mean i dont love any of the new people any less. there are many of you that mean a lot to me but all of you hold a special place in my heart for taking the time to follow me, regardless or whether we’re interacted or not. yall are fantastic and i dont think i would desire to be on this blog without yall. and now, before i go on and never stop, heres a little piece of my thanks to you guys <3 (also ignore this awful edit i was too lazy to do something fancier than that).

THE SQUAD:

cosmicstardreamer, frostbitc / felinegifted, spyblooded

there’s one member of the squad missing from here bc i dont think she has a current blog up and running rn BUT anyways yall are so important to me regardless of how long youve been in my life. thank you so much for putting up with me through my issues and my everything and just being apart of my life in general. these people are my closest friends (and my gf) that ive met online and im so happy that i get to talk with them every day.

THE REST OF YALL:

ofiignition, fuckoffdeku, conbustio, erasershouta, urabitea, burncld, redrioting, dimmedflame, ofsturdiness / ofquaking, soughtdawn, thegreatesthero, urxvity, divinecock, vxiced, windflew, surprisetrash, pridebuilt, enginium, erosbled, waspxmasako, agapebled, copisus, tempxt

this is for those that i may or may not be close to. i may admire you, we may be long time friends, we may know each other from other fandoms, or i may just enjoy your presence on the dash. either way, just know that yall are great and fantastic and im glad especially to be following you <3

DISCLAIMER:

if i follow you and you didnt make it on this list, dont fret! its not a personal offense in the slightest. it may just be that i dont see you a lot on the dash (timezones are a bitch after all) or you just dont post a lot in general and its hard for me to gauge an idea based on just that ! these follow forever posts always get updated with each one i do even if some of the same people remain, so dont feel hurt if you arent on here. youre all great for following me in the first place and thats all i can ask for <3.

[annavolovodov]

so i recently binged all of home fires (i knew what i was getting in for and yet,,, still can't not watch a period drama w 12 women as the leads) but like can you give me a run down of what happens to the character's (esp Teresa's) plots in the books as i don't have the time to read them but i need to know what happens to everyone!

(anon abt home fires again) so i jsut found your rundown of everything that happens in the second part. I honestly cried reading the shit that happens w teresa. having her and annie together would've been so good and the way you ran down how they could've done it was exactly what i was thinking. god i'm pissed w shows doing things like this. what happens w Sarah? is she in the other part? have you read the other part(s?) yet?

Welcome to the fandom! 

Bear in mind it’s been over a year since I last read the books and I gave up after volume 3 because I literally couldn’t deal with the poor writing anymore but I’ll try to give a quick summary.

Spoilers under the cut!

It starts a little before the end of the finale but you don’t get any new or important information. The way the chapters are written means that some prominent characters from the show don’t get that much focus or development and Simon Block has a really irritating habit of retconning stuff from his own series. I also got the impression throughout that he doesn’t quite know his characters as there were some severely OOC moments (Alison leaves Boris behind during a bombing!!!!! wtf!!!!!!!!!!) so yeah, you haven’t missed much.

Everyone survives the plane crash, albeit with some injuries. We don’t spend much time with the Brindsleys but the baby was a girl (called Vivian) and while Miriam is certain that the worst is over for all of them, Bryn isn’t so sure.

We don’t hear much from Joyce, either, though she has anxiety issues from the accident. Pat and Bob have moved in with her temporarily due to the destruction of their house and Bob is enjoying having someone new to fuss over him. Pat receives no letters from Marek and worries about him, then starts writing anonymously to the Mass Observation service that’s recording life during the war. She details Bob’s abuse, how much she hates him and discusses her affair with Marek. At the very end she finds out that Marek has been trying to contact her after all but Bob has been intercepting the letters.

Erica and Will both survive but the accident has exacerbated Will’s condition to the point he has only mere weeks left. Erica has to deal with the knowledge that her husband will soon die and the family decides to bring him home to the village. These chapters were some of the best written imo. Also, a new doctor arrives and doesn’t quite fit in.

Frances decides to send Noah to boarding school but evidently misses him as she keeps calling the headmaster. She eventually comes to love him like a son but receives word that he’s ran away from school and went missing.

The very little content we get on Sarah is often from Frances’ storyline but she doesn’t get much focus on her own. Likewise for Steph and Laura: they get practically nothing.

Alison is depressed after the events of last season. She misses Teresa and Frances still won’t forgive her for the factory drama. A bunch of people from Liverpool show up in the village taking shelter in the fields from the bombing. Some villagers are angry about this and others want to help them. This one guy shows up and starts hanging around Alison and I just know some forced het nonsense is on the horizon there.

Teresa’s stuff, well, you already know, but I want to reiterate how garbage it is. As you know, there are details we really did not need on her sex life with Nick and she eventually loses her job due to her marriage, too. Essentially she ends up completely isolated from the rest of the village and her whole life revolves around Nick 🙃

Annie still has hardly any development and is Just Kinda There. I’m sure there’s some sort of scene between her and Teresa that I think was supposed to be romantic but I found quite horrible, I can’t remember what it was though. I think there’s some sort of argument, Annie basically calls Teresa a coward for marrying Nick and then kisses her. Idk but I remember thinking “wow what a mess” followed by “we have to ban straight men from writing”.

Honestly if you want to know what happens next just read some fanfiction. Most works on the Home Fires AO3 are Teresa-centric and do a much better job of continuing the storyline than the actual books.

I hope this has answered some questions for you and if there’s anything else you want to ask (or if you want to discuss Home Fires in general) please just message me!