𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚
[ 𝟸𝟻 | 𝟻'𝟽" | Cis Female | Asexual Lesbian ]
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⊰𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏⊱
Eclectic, filled with a mix of trendy brands & lesser known but well-made brands.
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⊰𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔⊱
ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ‣ She/Her
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ‣ 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘺
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ‣ 🆎️
ᴀɢᴇɴᴄʏ‣ BC Entertainment
ʙʀᴀɴᴅ‣ The face of “𝘌𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦”
ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ/ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ‣ “𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵” but is actually: Sarcastic/Mischievous
ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ‣ “𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 & 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢.”
ʜᴏʙʙʏ‣ Reading (books, poems, & scripts ... really anything written down) 📚
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚's fave colours are dusky rose & plum (as shown in her picrew outfit) 🩷😊💜
She has a tendency to fixate on articles written about her (especially the public comments on said posts 🥲)
She has a noticeable soft spot when it comes to kids (they're just so sweet 🥰)
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 has ALWAYS loved acting & was very excited to somewhat reprise her very 𝟷ˢᵗ role 😎👍
Her preferred method for dealing with gossip is to kill with kindness 😇 (nothing is more enjoyable to her than catching a rude person completely unaware & making them feel embarrassed 😈)
The dating rumours were a huge surprise for 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚, since 𝟷 she wasn't dating ANYONE & 𝟸 the people she's apparently “dating” are guys (she's a lesbian thank you very much 😤⚢)
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 was a timid child; acting helped her become more confident as she grew up 🫣->🤗
Because she was partially brought up in Canada (Alberta to be specific), her parents (+ her father's side of the family) are supportive of her identity (& enjoy lightheartedly teasing her about her supposed “boyfriends”) 🏳️🌈
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 had a crush on 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐥 when they were kids (despite having no idea who she was before filming ... that head pat was her baby-gay awakening); seeing her again has definitely re-awoken it 🥺���
As much as she LOVES acting (+ interacting with fans), she's slowly becoming sick of the constant attention that fame brings her (especially since everyone expects her to be sweet & bubbly all the time ... it's exhausting 😒)
As “covers” go 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 prefers to wear: 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 & 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬
She's a coffee connoisseur ☕️😋
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⚝ Her mother (𝐇𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧) is South Korean 🇰🇷 & her father (𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐧) is Korean Canadian 🇨🇦
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𝐼𝐹: @fakeyellow
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The rest of Chapter 1 is here!
Go on a "date" with Lee Seol and see feelings start to emerge~
Go around town and visit a photo booth with M!LS
Create perfumes for/with each other with F!LS
End your date by going to a cafe and learning more about each other
Note: The male/female routes have truly diverged now, which is exciting but is also a large reason why this update took so long. I'm biased but I would encourage a second playthrough with LS of the opposite gender as there are different things to experience. I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts/suggestions <3
Next time, be in a photoshoot for the drama's promos/posters. Also, someone unexpected drops by on set.
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Health and Hybrids (XVIII)👽👻💚
[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here PART SEVENTEEN is here..welcome to eighteen..
💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)
Where we last left off... Uh... *checks notes* UH... *flips frantically*...listen my laptop exploded and I lost the original version of this chapter gimme a break. I think it was the oatmeal ch. last off.
Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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So. Danny is halfway through his squeeze this, please exercises where he has a grippy thing the doctors give him where he tries to squeeze this until they make calm noises again when something bursts through the door.
He’s so distracted that he drops his squeezing machine.
Everyone immediately gets terse and guarded— the lady who looks out for him the most actually pulls up in front of him? Like, protecting him? With her body?? It’s so far out of left field Danny has to wonder if they’re, like, keeping him for something important down the line instead of just treating him.
The doctors take shelter behind medical equipment where they can, but whatever the assailant is, it’s too fast for them to put up their defenses. For a second, Danny is instinctually scared— the doctor in the periwinkle scrubs sees him almost every day, changing out his bag and fussing with his lower half under his blankets. The doctor in green makes him do the hand stretches he doesn’t want to do and sit up so that he can do it more often again.
He’s used to them. He doesn't want that to change, or— Or for them to get hurt.
The blur darts through the doors and past the doctors and is definitely aimed at Danny, so when the lady catches it (with one hand??) and hauls it up out of reach of Danny’s cot, Danny’s relieved wheeze is genuine and emphatic. Ohgodthatwasscary.
On the other end of her arm is a teenager. A teenager in a…red…outfit, probably, unless he really likes gray and Danny’s eyes are actually working normally for once. Gray hair. Some kind of face, presumably.
The teen’s legs keep spinning until he realizes how caught he is. Then he goes completely limp in defeat.
“Cild Lihting se þridda,” the lady scolds, not unlike how Danny’s heard Vlad scold his cat for throwing paperwork off his desk. “Hwæt eart eow dydest?”
“...Naþing ,” the teenager lies, badly, and it sounds so much like Nothing, mom, wasn’t me, that Danny can’t help but choke out a laugh.
It makes his chest muscles spasm and his throat sore, sure, but that’s not the point. The lady keeps scolding the teen she’s holding up midair, but the teen lights up at Danny’s choked out wheeze like the sun. Almost literally, actually— the green starts accumulating in Danny’s field of view as his body tries to compensate for whatever’s going on in the atmosphere around him.
The doctors slowly let down their improvised shields, fetching Danny’s lost grippy tool (ugh) and putting it back in his hand (UGH). Danny gives one, pathetic squeeze of the tool, and then decides to visibly languish, because this sucks, obviously. The fact that no one can sympathize with his struggle isn’t new. Just watch him go limp about it.
The next time the lady and the teen stop making scolding and scolded noises, Danny looks over; the teenager has been, apparently, wrangled into a hair net and face mask. Okay. So it’s not that Danny is off limits then— or maybe he is, but either way, it’s more about getting people into the right gear than about keeping them away from him. Once the teen’s been sprayed down with something that smells absolutely gross, forcibly gloved, and dropped unceremoniously onto the ground, the teen is back on his feet and hollering as he leaves the lady behind. “Þancie eow!!”
“Slaw, lytel Lihting!”
Slow, Danny understands, parsing out the weird words as they reach him. Lytel might as well mean little. This sucks. He can never tell if he’s right when he guesses, and he just gets lucky when people understand him back, or whether people are pretending to understand him more than they actually do. Lighting is a weird nickname for a kid though.
—And then the teen is a foot away from his face and babbling at top speed, entirely at ease with their proximity and hands moving a mile a minute, and Danny has not been losing enough time for that to be anything other than either magic or a superpower.
Oh, his brain corrects. The word clicks into place. Lightning.
It’s probably some kind of magic, Danny’s guessing, because as he’s absolutely flabbergasted that someone is leaning into his face and trying to engage him that talk that isn’t happening, his ghost sense flares with a backwash of OMGHIHELLO!!MIS/SEDYOUMISSED//YOUPLAYING?? that. Uh. Is very…a lot? Very intense??
Very…welcoming?
The lady who minds him but isn’t a doctor sighs, picks the teenager up by the waist (??) and sets him a whole foot back. The teen doesn’t even stop chattering, his aura flaring alongside a story Danny is definitely missing, but not unappreciative of.
He throws something onto Danny’s bed. Danny drops the grippy tool in order to grab it, to the doctor’s verbal dismay.
But.
Like Danny’s model shuttle, which never leaves his side, the thing on his bed is Danny’s. This is Danny’s weird, flimsy, squishy toy.
The teen practically vibrates with pride.
…Okay, then. He’s kind of confused, but like. You know. He’s not against this.
Danny picks the squishy, blue thing in his trembling fingers and shakes it around without any sense of fine motor control, and the thing leaps out of his fingers and lands on the floor pretty much instantaneously.
It makes a weird suction noise. Danny peeks over the bed to find it sitting upright, stuck to the floor.
The teen responds by throwing even more colorful, oddly-shaped toys on the bed.
Danny knows enough about doctors to know that there were probably structured plans on how Danny was supposed to spend his time on specific exercises to target specific muscles and stretch specific parts of his hands, but the teen sits at his bedside and plays with toys Danny doesn’t remember with him, and no one stops them at all.
It’s nice.
For about an hour, until Danny truly tires, it's almost…normal.
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