#GOODBYE FOLKS N O P E

[tinyleia]

Thinking about all the love, longing and hurt between Hyunwoo and Haein

[dickfuckk]

A list of season 2 cast and crew members, confirmed and speculated

I will try and keep this updated

Not counting the obvious ones

Please note that this is a list of both cast and crew members, so PAs and such are also included and not just actors

sorry in advance that 90% of my sources come from instagram

A

Aaron Morton (Camera) - he’s listed on the very last picture as the camera-man

Adam Stein (Writer)

Alan F. (English solider)

Alexandria S.

Alistair Gregory - from this tweet so uncertain, but followed me back on my bts instagram account so seems to have some interest in ofmd

Amy Tunnicliffe

Amanda M. (Wedding guest)

Andrew DeYoung (Director) - I don't remember if there was any other reason than the fact that he was in Aotearoa during filming

Andy Rydzewksi (Cinematographer)

B

Brian Badie (Hairstylist)

Bronson Pinchot ("Torturer")

Bryn Seager - I don't remember why but I follow him

Bryony Matthew (Food stylist)

C

Cora Montalban (Makeup and/or hairstylist) - I believe she was tagged in an instagram story once, and she's followed by a ton of cast and crew members

D

Daniel Fernandez (Spanish priest)

David G. (Stand in)

Dennis Bailey (Hairstylist) - Leslie revealed that he's there.

Don A. (Swampy Town folk)

E

Eliza Cossio (Writer)

Erroll Shand (Prince Ricky)

F

Fernando Frias (Director)

G

Grant Lobban

Gypsy Taylor (Costume designer)

H

Haroun Barazanchi - I'm gonna be honest, I have no memory of why I suspect this guy will be working on season 2, but I follow him hgjfdks

I-J

Jaden McLeod

Jason Samoa, possibly spotted on location

Jemaine Clement, pretty sure this is only based on his friendship with Rhys and Taika tbh

Jes Tom (Writer)

Jessica Lee Hunt (Makeup artist) - followed by a ton of crew and cast members and I believe she's been tagged in instagram stories and such

John Mahone (Writer)

Jono Capel-Baker (Groom)

Jonno Roberts didn't get the role from his audition, but could still have gotten a different role - hung out with Ruibo

K

Karl L. (Action extra)

Kate Fu

Kathleen Zyka Smith ("Red Flag")

Kosuke Iijima (Fabricator/Sculptor?) - due to interaction on this post

Kris Gillan (Fabricator/Sculptor)

Kura Forrester - followed by quite a few cast and crew members, but I don't remember if there was anything else to it

L

Laura Stables (SFX makeup artist)

Leanne - followed by cast and crew

Lee Tuson

Leslie Jones (Spanish Jackie) - she's spoiled this so many times, but gjfhdks

Leyla - followed by a lot of cast and crew members, don't remember if there was more to it than that

Luke V. (Stand in)

M

Ma Christina C. ("Red Flag")

Madeleine Sami (Archie)

Maddie Roche (PA) - read the tags idk lmao

Maddy Powell - this double rainbow photo is for sure from the first day of filming and nathan commented on her post

Maggie Philips (Music supervisor)

Mark Black (Henchman)

Mark Mitchinson (Hornigold)

Martin D. (Wedding guest)

Megan Vertelle (Set decorator)

Mike Berlucchi (Cinematographer)

N

Nareemun S. (Stand in)

Nat Van Halle - Has been hanging out on set with crew and cast

Natalie Torres (Writer)

Nathan Foad (Lucius)

Nathaniel Goodman - listed as camera-man

Nicola Dove (Photographer) - I'm guessing she'll be the season 2 version of Aaron Epstein

O-P

Paul Murphy (Director)

Q-R

Ra Vincent (Production designer) - He's the one in a white t-shirt and sunglasses or smth on his head

Rachel Forman - followed by a lot of cast and crew (including taika, nathan, madeleine, alex etc.) and Fernando made a post saying goodbye to Aoteroa, and she commented and he said he would miss her

Rachel House - Suspected due to her hanging out with cast and crew, but could be nothing

Richard B. ("Republic of Pirates")

Ringo R. ("Republic of Pirates")

Rory Davis - followed by cast and crew

Ruibo Qian

S

Sha M. ("Republic of Pirates")

Simone Nathan (Writer)

T

Tammy Davis - pretty sure it's just based off of this post which could be nothing

Tara Lauren (Makeup artist)

Tenesse Murfitt (Hairstylist) - followed by a ton of cast and crew members, and I believe she's been tagged in instagram stories

Tino L. (Stand in)

Toa Paranihi - I honestly don't remember why this was speculated or possibly confirmed, but I follow him on instagram and so do a couple of the cast and crew members

Ty Evander

U-V

Vanessa Vandy (Cinematopgrapher) - don't remember why i suspect her, but i follow her

W

Will Giles (Set designer)

X-Z

Zach Douglas

Zackery Alexander Stephans (Writer)

Zak Enayat - he has just been very openly working on the show, and is followed by cast and crew members

Zayre Ferrer (Writer)

[unofficialkfamtranscripts]

King Falls AM - Episode 7: Major Tom to Ground Control

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Summary: August 1, 2015 - The boys at King Falls AM receive a phone call from a familiar voice that sends the show, as well as the residents of King Falls, into an uproar.

[podcast intro music]

Sammy And thanks so much to Vernon from Vernon’s Vermin Vestibule for that thorough and intense interview.

Ben And those slides he brought in! I- I d- I didn’t need to see that.

Sammy You and me both, Ben. So, changing gears here, we’re just gonna take a quick pause for the cause. We’ll be right back to take your calls, King Falls. [quietly] (So much rhyming) — 424-279-3858.

[classical music]

Beauregard Ladies and gentlemen, I am Howard Ford Beauregard III, and I implore you, dare I say demand that you turn off this radio station post-haste. King Falls AM used to be a place you could trust your ears to. Wholesome, family-oriented, fair and balanced. Now it’s ran by dirty, lying filth mongerers[sic] spreading rumor and dissent throughout our peaceful community. Samuel Stevens and Benjamin Arnold should be proclaimed Public Enemy Number One. In all my years, all my family’s years in our idyllic town, I can’t recall anyone being allowed to disparage our good name so open and freely and till the fertile lands of distrust… Friends, please heed my advice and turn off this impurity. Let me save you from the mire and muck King Falls AM fills you with. Do yourself a favor. Go outside, breathe the fresh mountain air, go read a book! Perhaps an e-book! more so, the e-book “King of King Falls” by yours truly. Be well, compatriots!

End this transmission Celestia!

[KFAM theme]

Sammy You gotta be sh[bleep]ng me.

Ben I hate that guy but ads pay the bills, Sammy.

Sammy We’re not gonna have bills without a show, Ben!

Ben [light and disingenuous] You don’t think this has anything to do with him coming in the studio a few weeks back, do you?

Sammy [sarcastic and annoyed] Oh, of course not, whatever could have put that bee in his bonnet.

Ben I’m just saying maybe he hated us before we kicked him out of the studio and insinuated he was the Lord Vampire.

Sammy *sigh* Moving forward—

Ben Board is lit up, Sammy! Let’s take some calls. You’re live on King Falls AM

Caller [Definitely Pete Myers doing a very bad snooty voice] Samuel Stevens, Benjamin Arnold.

Sammy [muttered]Oh this is gonna be good— uh, you’re live.

Caller You two heathens can kiss my ass and this listener goodbye. Treating Mr. Beauregard like that! I will never listen to this filth again! [pronounced “a-gAYn”]

Ben [petulant] Go watch Channel 13 then! We don’t want you to listen!

Sammy [voice-of-reason]Ben, don’t take it personally. Obviously Beauregard is a… trusted personality in this town, and he’s- gonna have some sway with people, [harsher] but it’s funny we’ve not had one complaint in the two weeks since that crackpot was on the show.

Ben Power of media man, bringing out all these sheeple.

Sammy Alright, line eight, welcome to King Falls –

Line 8 Beauregard’s right, this is filth!

Sammy Okay, sir, what exactly is the issue with the show?

Line 8 You’re muckrakers! I don’t recall King Falls being so damn torn apart before you came into town, Sammy!

Sammy I’m just doing my job! I was hired to fill this time slot with news and information that—

Ben [cutting him off] Who is this?

Line 8 None a’ ya damn business, Ben!

Ben Pete Meyers? Come on, man!

Pete N- noo. Is not!

Ben Yeah, it is. W– Would you like to explain to everyone why Beauregard’s gardener is calling in?

Pete Don’t go working your voodoo on me, alright? I’m just statin’ my opinion. I’m never listening to 660 again. [quickly] King of King Falls, buy the ebook! [click]

[dial tone]

Sammy Folks, we’re open minded here on 660. We listen to you and talk about the things that you care about. I’m sorry if a vocal minority that we’ve offended but—

Ben Line four, you’re live with Sammy and Ben.

Tim [feedback] [audio broken and distorted] Is thIS King FaLls AM?

Sammy You’re live, sir.

[feedback]

Ben Whoa! Uh, the feedback! Uh tur- t-turn off your radio, sir.

[deep, unnatural thrumming behind feedback]

Sammy Ah, you know, I hate to do this, but that feedback is just too much. Give us a call back and—

Tim [worried, there’s a slight echo to his voice] DOn’- don’t hANg up. PleASE doN’t hang Up!

Sammy Who is this?

Tim I-it’s Tim- It’s Ti-TiM JE-Nsen?

Ben Tim! Where are you?!

Tim [feedback] He-EL-LO?

Sammy Tim, can you hear us? You’re on with Sammy and Ben. Are you okay?!

Tim I’m aLI-IVe. PLEase teLL mY wI-IFe thAT I –

Ben You’re breaking up, Tim. Uh where- where are you? We’ll come to get you right now—

Tim I’m okA-aY, plEaSe don’t StoP-P—

Sammy [hurried] Ben can you call—

Ben [on it] Troy’s on hold.

Tim TheY’Re- thEy’RE doIN— so M-Any oPEr-a-ATioNs O-n m-E. Please Help m-eE.

[sound starts, a high pitched buzz, growing in volume, like a racecar accelerating, this repeats for the rest of the call, louder each time]

Sammy Tell us where you are, Tim. We’ll send help immediately.

[buzz is louder than voices]

Ben Tim!

Tim I love my wife, Mary. I miss my kids… King Falls, please hELp mEEE!

[noise stops leaving just static]

Sammy [almost shouting] Tim! Tim, can you hear us?

[dial tone]

Ben [softly] He’s gone… Deputy Troy, you’re live.

Deputy Troy I heard him, fellas. Without a shadow of a doubt, that was Tim.

Sammy I- you know I d- I don’t know what to make of it, Troy, is there anything you can do?

Deputy Troy Ben texted me all the info he had on the call but— It ain’t making any sense. Has he called since, y’know, the uh, the disappearance?

Sammy Not to us I- you know, I just couldn’t make out a lot of what he was saying.

Ben Lot of interference from something. Or… someone.

Sammy He said Mary, right?

Ben You think we should—?

Sammy Oh God, no. God. We wouldn’t wanna put that poor lady on the spot with something like this. I mean she’s just been through so much already— [slightly desperate] I mean, that could have been anyone, right?

Ben That was Tim, Sammy.

Deputy Troy I wish there were something more we could do, boys, but- I don’t even know where to start. I was just listening to the show in Rose’s Diner and… I couldn’t believe it. [police radio can be heard faintly in the bg] Dollars to donuts, dispatch is gonna be lightin’ up tonight, boys. I’m gonna go finish my French cruller and make the rounds. I’ll catch you later, boys.

[click, dial tone]

Sammy [somberly] Line one, you’re on King Falls AM.

Cynthia Sammy? Ben?

Ben You got us, ma'am.

Cynthia Was that just Tim Jensen on the air?

Ben We… we believe it was. We- we don’t wanna cause an uproar here—

Sammy Per usual.

Ben But we have every reason to believe so. Uh d- do you have any information about Tim?

Cynthia I Do Not. I was calling to voice my concerns about him coming back from God-knows-where.

Ben Is this- Cynthia Higgenbaum?

Cynthia It’s Mrs. Higgenbaum to you, Ben, and thanks for broadcasting my info all over the tri-staate.

Sammy Cynthia, you say you have some concerns about Tim being found? Why?

Cynthia “Concerns” would be putting it mildly.

Sammy Okay, he’s a missing man, Cynthia. He’s been officially gone without a trace for over three months!

Cynthia Oh, don’t give me that “official line” of Horse Hockey! We all know Good and Well he got picked up by the lights off 72.

Sammy *exasperated chuckle* With all due respect—

Ben [cutting him off] He was abducted, Sammy. You know it, I know it, Cynthia knows it. The X-Files, this ain’t. They got him.

Sammy Okay, let’s just hold it together folks—

Ben But for goodness’ sake, Cynthia, why in the world would you have an issue if we finally found him?

Sammy I- you know, I’m just happy to hear that he’s alive. We all should be.

Cynthia Yeah yeah, he’s alive, hooray and such. But I’m gonna level with you boys.

Sammy [acerbic] Uh-huh.

Cynthia I Don’t Want Tim coming back into this community after gallivanting around the galaxy for three damn months with aliens or what-have-you. Who knows what kind of diseases he’s bringing back!?

Sammy Oh stop it!

Cynthia Martian Measles, Pluto Pox- who can say? I Don’t want my kids around that. Does Obamacare even cover Jupiter Jaundice? *scoffs* Doubtful!

Ben Cynthia, I think bringing Tim home safe and sound is of the utmost importance.

Cynthia Are you gonna pay my doctor bills? I didn’t think so.

Sammy Cynthia, we are talking about a man.

Cynthia We are talking about some weird sh[bleep]t Tim is bringing back, by golly! I know Tim. I worked with Tim for a few years, and he’s a nice enough guy! But he’s not nice enough to let his Ground Control to Major Tom[1] ass quarantine my babies at Area 51. Priorities!

Ben Sammy, Mary Jensen is on line five.

Sammy I’m sorry, Cynthia, we have to take this.

Cynthia Oh, good. I’m gonna go check my shelter and inventory my air filters. I suggest doing the same.

[click, dial tone]

Ben Mary Jensen.

Sammy Hi Mary, this is Sammy and Ben at King Falls AM?

Mary [morosely] Hi Sammy. Hi Ben.

Ben Mary have you… have you been listening to the broadcast tonight?

Mary I was. That’s why I called. Since Tim’s been gone I- *sigh* I don’t know which way is up. My sleep has been turned around, the kids…

Ben I’m sorry, Mary.

Mary [shakily, clearly trying not to cry] I wanna thank you two— Sammy and Ben- for all you’ve done during this ordeal.

Sammy We don’t have to get into that.

Mary No I-I think we do. I know that there are people that think that you two shouldn’t be on the air, but since Tim has been gone? You guys at the station have checked on me and the kids at least once a week. You’ve made donations. Ben even took the kids to the library last week so I could have time to myself!

Sammy [softly sarcastic] You’re a sweetheart, Ben, and to the library no less!

Ben [almost whispered] Don’t.

Mary [probably crying] I know you want Tim back in my arms almost as much as I do.

Sammy Mary, I wish we had more to tell you but you heard exactly what we did.

Mary I just thank- God— whomever is up there- that he’s still alive. He sounded okay right? [fearfully] Didn’t he sound okay?

Sammy He didn’t sound hurt.

Ben We appreciate the kind words, but- that can’t be what you called for.

Mary It wasn’t the only reason but um… make no mistake about this: the Jensens stand with you two. No matter what.

Sammy Thank you, Mary. I mean it’s obvious that Tim has reached out to us for a reason. You’ve told us in the past that he absolutely loved listening to Chet’s Jazz Corner and loved King Falls AM in general. Let’s hope he’s listening to you now, Mary. What would you like Tim to know?

Mary *sniffs* That, um- [tearfully] we’re okay, Tim. Please don’t worry about us. *sniff* And I- I know he will anyway but, we are okay. We are safe. We’re home, but *sniff* home isn’t home without you. I love you, Tim. *sniff* I know without a doubt that one day you’ll be back with us… I can’t wait for that day, but I will wait… [clearly struggling] Please be okay… Please be safe. *sniff*

Sammy Our thoughts are with you, Mary. And Tim.

Mary [choked up] My- my little one is up. Can she say something, Sammy?

Sammy Please, of course, by all means.

Mary [aside] Come on, sweetie, Daddy’s listening.

Bella Daddy?

Mary He called Mr. Ben and Mr. Sammy tonight.

Bella Daddy!

Sammy He’s listening right now. Tell him whatever you’d like.

Bella I love you. Please come home, I don’t want Mommy to cry anymore.

Mary Thank you Sammy… Ben… King Falls.

Sammy If you need anything, you just let us know.

Mary Yeah, of course. *small sob* Sorry, bye.

[click, dial tone]

Sammy Tim— if you’re listening— godspeed.

Ben Sorry to interrupt, Sammy. Line twelve.

Sammy Good evening, you’re live on King Falls AM.

Riley Please hold the line for Mayor Grisham.

Sammy [angrily] Hey, I wanna talk to you! I have got a bone to pick with you! Hello?

Riley Mayor, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Grisham Boys, boys, come on. Are we live?

Sammy Mayor Grisham, you have five seconds before this call self destructs.

Grisham It’s my understanding that Tim Jensen just reached out to you guys.

Ben [quickly] Five four three two—

Grisham I come in peace, guys! I’m sure you two will get everything you can regarding the call to Sheriff Gunderson’s office. I just wanted to say “thank you,” for being there for Tim— still in his time of need.

Sammy You have my curiosity, Mayor.

Ben Sammy, my horsesh[bleep]t radar is off the charts right now! It’s, it’s hitting Seabiscuit[2] levels.

Sammy Did you just bleep yourself?

Ben Yeah, I mean, come on, man. You want fines on top of trouble, too?

Grisham I’ll be as friendly as a pen pal, gents. I just wanted to speak to King Falls. That is, if you two will allow me.

Ben Horsesh[bleep]t radar is still solidly at “circus pony.” I- I don’t know if this is a good idea.

Sammy You know, you’re ridiculous. And generally I would agree, Ben, but this is for Tim. The floor is reluctantly all yours, Mayor.

Grisham *clears throat* Thank you… Ladies and gentlemen of King Falls and everyone listening to this broadcast, I just want to let you know we are doing all we can to bring Tim back home, safe and sound. We are working day and night to make sure his lovely daughter and his wife get to hug their father and husband again. I want to reiterate that if you have any information about Tim, his disappearance, or subsequently his call tonight for help, please do not take matters into your own hands. Please call the hotline set up at–

[KFAM outro]

[CREDITS]

References

[1] “Ground Control to Major Tom” - a well known line from David Bowie’s “Space Oddity”. Major Tom is a fictional astronaut who features in several of Bowie’s songs.

[2] Seabiscuit - Seabiscuit was a champion thoroughbred racehorse in the United States who became the top money winning racehorse up to the 1940s.

[bcstmistake]

✧･ﾟ: * &. / 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 ft. @venusljghts​ !

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 — 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀: sorry i didn’t say goodbye properly, was sorta swept aside when ur folks came. wanted to kiss you goodbye but u know how things are. maybe i can make up for that when u get home and we can talk over things some more. we’ll leave it a few days so u can rest and stuff. sound good? i could sneak in. let me know b 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 — 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀: gi, text me back when you can. worried sick over here. hospital wouldn’t let me in b4. sawyer said u got discharged yesterday. what’s going on with u? 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 — 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀: i’m terminating the pregnancy.

             HE HADN’T HAD MUCH MORE than a few seconds to talk with gianna at the hospital what with her parents having rushed in, pushing him aside with little else than a disapproving, curious frown. maddox had left pretty quickly after that, due to the ‘two visitors at a time’ rule and the general discomfort of it. he’d thought about sealing a farewell kiss to her bruised forehead before opting not to — he knew better, what with her adamance that mr and mrs milani weren’t to know about their relationship ( if you could even call it that ). maddox didn’t want to be in even MORE trouble with her. they’d already been on the verge of capture before; and mad hadn’t seen her for just shy of two months because of that. since his visit to the hospital, it’d been radio s i l e n c e. not only was he still racked with guilt and confusion, to the extent that even joint after joint couldn’t settle his distress, but she’d done her usual trick of disappearing. she LOOKED like magic, ethereal and beyond imagination, and she WAS magic. there, and then not. whereas maddox would usually shrug his shoulders and reach out for the temporary company of another, he couldn’t bring himself to those depths — this was why she’d left him to begin with, whether they had been exclusive or not, and whose to say she hadn’t remembered that? the thought of anybody else made him nauseous at this point. he assumed that was why she’d f l a t l i n e d, perhaps thanks to the shun of her parents or because he’d made it subtly clear that having a child wasn’t on his agenda, and nor was coming forward about what had really happened that night. she’d figure it out herself; she had a concussion, she wasn’t brain dead. he recalled the way her face had distorted into bleary doe eyes and cheeks flushed with a sad type of anger, a small, quivering palm clenched around his phone. that kind of feeling haunts people — maddox knew too well. she wouldn’t forget that, regardless of the accident and no matter how much he hoped that she would. he’d reluctantly admit that he’d found some sick sort of relief in her decision regarding the pregnancy, and immediately was ridden with liability for her to make her choice so rashly after their conversation; he got what he wanted, but at what cost? her absence, namely. that became apparent over time. missed calls, delivered and unread texts, a dial tone that was set to go straight to voicemail.

             SASKIA AND SAWYER HAD BEEN vague ever since, and although they still saw him on occasion ( despite it being weird for the pairing themselves to hang out and get along so well to begin with, sawyer more often than not turning up alone ), it wasn’t the same. conversations of gianna were shunned, and something was up. he knew it. it’d been 94 days since her last text, 98 since he’d last seen her and technically 99 since that night — since he felt he’d lost her, truly, and it a c h e d. god, he ached. despite this, it’d taken only 20 bottles of beer and a line ( or two ) of cocaine for him to turn up at her house. what with having been intoxicated for the accident, he’d walked the streets for what felt like an eternity rather than opting to drive ( to be responsible, of course, except stumbling the hour trek to her house under the influence, nearly getting hit by a car and knocking over the statue of mary and jesus in her front yard in the process, seemed less than so ). he'd rang the doorbell no sooner than it took for the thoughts of regret to come prodding at his numbed state. this was a bad idea. this was SUCH a bad, bad, BAD idea. something in him decided to ring for a second time — impatience, desperation or maybe sheer stupidity. even if he just saw a g l i m p s e of her face, that’d be enough. nobody in town had seen her since the accident, or the revelation of her pregnancy ( which hadn’t been heard of, as far as he knew ); and best believe he’d asked everybody he could. he’d even driven past her house a few times, even if he wasn’t taking that route. yeah, it was borderline creepy but he craved one final look at her, just to reassure himself that she was ok — to settle that ever twisting feeling of l o n g i n g in his gut. maddox just wanted to SEE her, at least one more time. goodbyes had always been a sensitive spot; losing his mom, his dad and his brother in the space of a matter of years, with no forewarning or finality. that had stuck with him. gianna had stuck with him. it’d been made abundantly clear — through her lack of contact and his abysmal sense of understanding, as well as through the way sawyer had interpreted the situation — that he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, have her. not after this. closure seemed like a far away place she'd escaped to; where she resided happily having left him behind. yet, he was still here, wherever here was. it felt like n o w h e r e without her — but maybe it was her doorstep.

[doug-eiffel-deserves-better]

a heckin list of my thoughts from throughout that episode

i am thoroughly dead

the intro music has barely started and im already almost in tears

OH ANOTHER HERA NARRATION AHH

wait no no this isn’t Hera tHIS ISN’T HERA??? HECK

i am s c r e a m i n g i am S C R E A M I N G IT’S ALMOST T I M E

the last time i’m ever gonna hear that intro for a new episode AHH

TELL US THE EVIL PLAN

wow eiffel, a man after my own speaking capabilities

“KEPLER WHY ARE YOU ON MY SHIP” Y E AH

“welll.... that seemed heealllthyyyyy” that’s a Mood

that sounds like me when i turn the garbage disposal on instead of the light

omw omw omw WHAT IS THIS AAAAHHHHH IM GONNA CRY HERA AND EIFFEL MEETING AHHH

THEY’RE SO CUTE IM DYING

my boy Jacobi standing up for himself i’m SO PROUD

I love hearing Eiffel and Lovelace together SO MUCH

PROUD OF MY SON DOUGLAS EIFFEL

P R O U D OF MY S O N

“do let it hit you on the way out” GOT ‘EM

MINKOWSKI IS MY MOM AND I’M VERY VERY VERY SCARED THAT SHE’S GOING TO DIE

“I’m starting to think that these guys are my kind of stupid” I’M IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS

“Have fun storming the castle” asdhgfj

“You’re allowed to make mistakes, as long as, at some point, you admit that they’re mistakes” BAM THERE IT IS FOLKS

“we’re going to crush them” I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

JACOBI AND MAXWELL JACOBI AND MAXWELL IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING THIS MUSIC IS BEAUTIFUL

t h e w h i s k e y s p e e c h

“No matter what happens, I’ve got your back” i m

WHAT OTHER LITTLE DETAIL

O H    N O O O O O NOT OKAY NOT OKAY NOT OKAY HOW DARE YOU DO THAT THAT IS R U D E

what is it what i S OH OH OH OH OH NOW I’M CRYING I’M I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE

THEY’RE QUOTING LES MIS TOGETHER I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR YEARS

no no no oh no NO MINKOWSKI HOW COULD YOU NO MINKOWSKI NO NO NO NONONONONONONONONONONONONOONONONO OH MY G O S H

I CAN’T BELIEVE HE GOT LAUNCHED INTO SPACE AGAINST HIS VOLITION A G A I N

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“I AM SO SICK OF THIS H A P P E N I NG” me too eiffel ME HECKIN TOO

“you could’ve given us a chance to say goodbye” STAB ME INSTEAD PLEASE??? THAT WOULD BE LESS PAINFUL ???

I love Minkowski i’m dying MINKOWSKI AND HERA A4KLVEFHIUDJSNJH

Alan Rodi has personally victimized me with this soundtrack i swear to GOSH

“Something about a harpoon” THE HARPOON REMAINS TIL THE VERY END

is he really gonna hE IS HE IS REALLY GONNA

~SURPRISE~ HOLY FRICK HOLY FRICK WHAT THE HECK O H HE’S S A FE FALSE A L A R M HE’S O K A Y

“we are gonna partyyyy allll night l o n g” IM DECEASED

“I am never going to be rid of you, am I” look i LIVE FOR THESE SNIPPETS

DOUG YOU CAN DO IT YOU CAN D O IT

“and that’s why you’re here” NO NO NO STOP MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THAT ATTITUDE

oh no

no stop this i’m crying again HOW DARE YOU PULL THIS ON ME

“right now the only person saying that is you” I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

HE DID IT HE DID IT HE DID IT I’M SO PROUD OF HIM I’M SO HECKING PROUD OF DOUGLAS EIFFEL

the starboard engine has completely stopped HECK YES H E C K YES

oh holy heck HECK DANG

CUTTER YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST THING I’VE EVER ENCOUNTERED

“Bob” dfbhkjnlm

uuummmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM C E A S E   T H I S

WHY DO THEY WANT HUMAN DUPLICATES W H Y

oh

o h h h h h?????

IM SCREAMING THEY NEED EIFFEL SJDHBFKNG AHAHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH GET REKT CUTTER

oh wait no. no no. but Eiffel is coming back EIFFEL OH NO STAY AWAY ASFGDVHFJG ARRRRRGHHHHHHH

this is a request for Gabriel Urbina to come all the way to my house and literally fight me please and thank you

HE’S NOT SLOWING DOWN???? HE’S NOT SLOWING DOWN MY BRILLIANT BOY

I am ??¿¿¿??¿?? IN LOVE

Eiffel!!!! My son has hurt himself!!! someone help him

“With my life darlin” I’VE MISSED THEM S O MUCH

minkowski please you might save the world but you’ll break my heart

LET’S GO GET OUR IDIOT BACK

oh no Jacobi is not doing well

He’s gonna die isn’t he mY BOY IS GONNA DIE

HE KILLED B O B ????? HE KILLED B O B idc if he can come back that is VERY RUDE

Kepler hesitated HE HESITATED CMON MAN DON’T LET ME DOWN

he’s so happy with himself HE’S SO CONFIDENT AND H I M S E L F I’M SO AMAZINGLY PROUD

she’s going uhh... i n ?

SO MANY MEMORIA PARALLELS THERE ARE SO MANY PARALLELS BETWEEN EIFFEL AND HERA AND I’M SCREAMING

WTC NO WHAT IS SHE DOING THIS IS HORRIBLE AND I HATE IT

IF DOUG EIFFEL LOSES HIS MEMORIES I WILL

OH

MY

GOSH

OH MY GOS H

H E R A

“YOU MAY WANT TO HANG ONTO SOMETHING, THIS IS GOING TO GET COMPLICATED” IT’S MEMORIA I LOVE THESE WRITERS

“Do you really think we’re not going to shoot you?”

HOW DID HE CATCH A BULLET I HATE THIS AND I HATE HIM

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES JACOBI MY BOY LIGHT OF MY LIFE Y E S

but what does she l o o k like? no wait not important

OH

SHE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HER GOOD I’M SCREAMING I LOVE HER

~not today, satan~~~

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP WHAT DID SHE TAKE

fhjgknhnb the star wars prequels im d y i n g

YEAH YEAH MY BABY GIRL YOU CAN D O THIS

SHE! CAN DO! A N Y T H I N G!

i just remembered this is Michaela Swee having a conversation with herself

“there he goes” n y o o o o o o o o m there he go

p r o b a b l y   n o t ? u m m m m m

YES OH MY GOSH OH MY FR I C K I NG GOSH YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES HE SHOT HER HE SHOT HER HE SHOT HER HE’S A GOOD GUY HE’S A GOOD GUY FINALLY I CAN ACCEPT HIM WITH MY FULL HEART AND LOVE HIM

I AM STILL A    P E R S O N  

oh no nOOOOOOOOOOOO WHHAAAATTTTTT AREEE YOU DOINNNGGGGG STOP STOP STOP

he had the bottle on him

the whole time

I WAS ABLE TO LOVE AND ACCEPT WARREN KEPLER FOR A FULL THIRTY SECONDS OF MY LIFE AND THAT WAS MORE THAN I ACTUALLY EXPECTED BUT NOW HE’S GONE AND IDK HOW TO FEEL

what is happening. please explain to me what is happening. i cannot comprehend and i have never hated anything more than i hate cutter

OH MY GOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHH NO NON ONONONONNO

sarcastic and bitter to the end and oH MY WORD I CAN’T. I CAN’T ACTUALLY. BELIEVE. I KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN BUT.

Cutter what the f r ic  k I hate you i hate you

"You’re crazy” NO D U H

SHE CAN’T BE DEAD SHE CAN’T BE DEAD SHE CAN’T BE DEAD SHE CAN’T BE DEAD SHE I S N ‘T DEAD R I G H T

HERA BABY IT’S OKAY IT’S OKAY

NO IT’S NOT IT’S NOT IT’S NOT MY BOY IS LOSING HIS MEMORIES

OH FRICK OH F R I CK IN G  H E C K STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE

SHE’S NOT DEAD IT’S OKAY SHE’S NOT DEAD

FIGHT IT FIGHT IT FIGHT IT FIGHT IT

THE HARPOON

T H E    H A R P O O N

T    H    E      H     A     R    P     O    O    N

AHHHHHHH

I CAN’T BELIEVE AFTER ALL THIS TIME THEY’RE LIKE. PHYSICALLY TOGETHER?? HERA AND EIFFEL ARE ABLE TO PHYSICALLY BE TOGETHER??????? I AM DYING INSIDE???? AND LIVING???

“I’m just going to clip your wings a little” I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE PROUD

“BYE BYE AND THANKS FOR ALL THE FISH” AHHH AHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHH OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NOOOOOONONONONONO

I CANT BELIEVE HES DOING THIS I CANT??? BELIEVE??????

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH

i’m never leaving my room ever again

star wars

JACOBI MADE IT WTC IM ABSJDHFNKG

I WANT TO KICK HIM

im sitting in bed sobbing and that’s okay!!!! that’s fine it’s fine!!!!! no it’s not fine!!!

oh my gosh hera and pryce

he did all that just to win a b e t of COURSE he did

she hasn’t glitched since she had the conversation

my kids. my space kids are going home. they’re done. the show is over.

the show is over

the show is over

i’m going to cry for a few days now. hope you’re all as emotionally traumatized as i was. it’s been a fun ride.

[maizeofloverp]

Full name: Jax Iosua

Age: 30

Birth date: March 13, 1987

Gender & pronouns: Male, he/his

Affiliation: Civilian

Occupation: Owner of Double Tap Armory & Range; Ex-Army Ranger

Faceclaim: Jason Momoa

B i o g r a p h y »

At seventeen, Jax was caught behind the wheel of a stolen 1967 Shelby Mustang, worth an easy $300,000 on the black. After a lengthy chase, ending in a futile attempt to resist arrest, the police hauled his rebellious ass straight off to jail. While locked up and wondering if his foster folks would bail him out or not, Jax was forced to slow down and take a long, hard look at the path his life was headed: fucking nowhere.

Jax’s parents were both long dead; he’d found his mother unresponsive and foaming at the mouth with a needle jammed into her arm at nine years old. Weeks later after her funeral, his father bit down the barrel of his pistol and swallowed a bullet. Besides the revolving door of foster parents that followed, becoming an orphan hadn’t really changed Jax’s life all that much. His folks had always been absent, leaving him to fend for himself for most of his childhood, anyway. He’d grown accustomed to relying on himself for survival, with only his best friend Taryn at his side. Chicago was a playground for the wayward youth of the city, and among them, Jax had already learned how to get anything that he wanted – he didn’t need guidance or a charitable set of fosters trying to turn his life around, he thought, because nothing was out of reach for his quick hands, clever mind, and intimidating presence.

But at what cost? He realized, as his fosters posted bail and took him home, that he needed to do something to get himself off the path of inevitable self-destruction that he was on. Otherwise, he’d end up just like his folks had: either in prison or dead, after contributing nothing but utter uselessness to the world and those around them. He wanted more for himself than that – he wanted a chance to mean something, to be able to protect and provide for those who came into his life and mattered.

And so, the day after his eighteenth birthday, he stepped onto a bus on his way to boot camp. It was a seemingly impulsive decision that had not been well received by his friends, especially not by Taryn. Saying goodbye to her had been the single hardest moment in his life, but he hoped, with the naivety of a boy standing on the precipice of the rest of his life, that one day she’d understand why he had to leave. He needed something to force him to stay on the right track, with enough adrenaline to keep himself from getting into trouble out of sheer boredom.

He tried to keep in touch, but he never heard from her again.

Twelve years later, his career within the 75th Ranger Regiment abruptly ended to the sound of shots fired and the blinding light of a flash grenade. He woke up in a state-side hospital with his medical retirement papers already prepared. Reeling from the sudden, jarring challenge of having to re-enter civilian life, Jax found himself back in Illinois. His fosters had made Muddy Waters their home, and while old Thomas had died from a heart attack some years ago, they’d been the only two souls that had stuck with him through his troubled teenage years and countless deployments. They’d written to him constantly, and he found himself looking forward to seeing their faces, beaming with pride, when he got to wire in remotely. So, the only thing he knew to do with himself now was to try and start over, and to try and care for his foster mom with her progressing Alzheimer’s.

These days, Jax could give a shit less about the goings-on of the town’s gangs. Live, and let live, he figures. (Though, that half mil could come in handy…) Most of his days are spent running errands for his mom and trying to fix up a small piece of property at the end of town into a workable shooting range and armory. At night, after a round or two at General’s, he can be found sizing up potential competition at BnB’s fight club for a little extra spending money.

P e r s o n a l i t y »

When Jax comes at you, hopefully it’s with warmth and good humor. A slap on the back, and a booming laugh, he can be quite a boisterous, energetic companion. Being a protector by nature, friends hold Jax’s absolute loyalty, and he’d overextend himself to the point of breaking for any one of them if called upon. At the same time, he’s impulsive; a man to follow his gut. Alert and observant, when given a reason to question a person’s motives, they’d find in him a brick-wall of an adversary, unrelenting and unforgiving. Despite his open friendliness, he enjoys being on his own, and is quite withdrawn when it comes to himself personally. He tries his best not to burden others with his troubles, and would prefer to consult a glass of whiskey with his problems rather than talking with anyone else about them.

Played by Ever

[toffeen]

92 questions~!

Thanks to the one and only @h-y-p-h-e-n-d-o-t-s for tagging me! <3

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

I don’t think I’ll tag 20 persons but ok, let’s do this!

LAST…

Drink: Chocolate Milk.

Phone call: Uhm... *checks call history* Mom, to tell her that my bus was like 15 mins far from the city we live in.

Text message: The folks that were with me in the year of the S.S.

Song you listened to: Right now I’m listening a song in spanish and since it’s about to end I’ll put it here. It’s called “Si la ves”, the live version that Franco de Vita and Reyli Barba sang together. I really like the lyrics, tho.

Time you cried: I’ve been crying since Thursday bc manga stories make me cry.

HAVE YOU…

Dated someone twice: Nope.

Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes.

Been cheated on: Hmm... kinda? We weren’t dating and we never dated, but on the day he told that he wanted to date me, he started going out with his ex-girlfriend (without me knowing).

I was about to answer yes to him, but I run away that day because a lot of people were watching us (Irl, I’m too shy), besides I had to go home early that day. On our way back home, a friend told me that she caught him talking about how he wanted to date two persons at the same time.

Lost someone special: *sighs* ... yeah.

Been depressed: *sighs again* ... yep, but I have to say that after a big fall I had a few years ago, a lot of good changes came!!

Gotten drunk and thrown up: ... I’m guilty. That’s why, kids, if somebody tells you to wait for a song to come up in a karaoke while drinking vodka, say no.

Spoiler: The freaking song we asked for in the karaoke never appeared!!!

Made new friends: Yes.

Fallen out of love: Whenever the other person starts with a bullsh*t attitude, yes of course.

Laughed until you cried: When I’m with my friends this happens a lot.

Found out someone was talking about you: More than once but I have to say that I’m the kind of person who will take revenge if I have to. I have to learn to stand out and defend myself.

Met someone who changed you: My friends, yes. I’m more open-minded thanks to them.

Found out who your friends are: For better or for worse? For both: yes.

Kissed someone from your Facebook list: Yes.

Kissed a stranger: Ahaha... haha... yes.

Drank hard liquor: Yes.

Lost glasses/contact lenses: Only for a few minutes, I never forgot them at somebody else’s home or school because I couldn’t see without them. Now that I had the surgery, I don’t need them anymore (for now).

Turned someone down: Yes.

Sex on the first date: I never had a “real” date before.

Broken someone’s heart: I think that the answer is yes.

Had your heart broken: Yes... happens a lot, actually.

Been arrested: No.

Cried when someone died: I lost two close family members a few years ago.

I remember that one day before my grandma died, she talked to me over the phone and at one moment the line was silent. None of us spoke for a minute or more before we said our goodbyes. The next day, when I picked up the phone and I heard my mom crying I knew she was gone.

Now that I think about it, I guess that in the moment when we didn’t speak, she was saying her farewell to me.

Fallen for a friend: Yes, a lot of times.

Kissed on the first date: I kissed somebody when I met him the first time, but I was a bit drunk and it wasn’t a date, lmao.

GENERAL

List 3 favorite colors: Blue, Black... and I don’t know.

How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: At least, half of them.

Do you have any pets: Yes! Three doggos, but now there are four dogs here bc we are taking care of my cousin’s bf pet.

Do you want to change your name: I thought about this one for a loooong time bc it was awful when other three kiddos in your classroom had the same name as you.

What time did you wake up: I guess at 9 am.

What were you watching at midnight last night: ... how do you know this? lmao. I was watching “Orange” and I still have three episodes left!

Name something you can’t wait for: ... Monday. I think that something big is going to happen in that day.

When was the last time you saw your mom: Like... 5 minutes ago?

What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: My six years of elementary school. Worst years EVER.

What are you listening to right now: Again it’s music. Burn it down by Linkin Park.

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: If we are talking about 707′s friend Tom, then yes xDD (from Mystic Messenger).

Something that is getting on your nerves right now: Idk.

Most visited website: Tumblr, Facebook, Youtube.

Mole/s: Mo... what?

Mark/s: A bite scar?

Childhood dream: I just wanted to help my family out because our financial situation wasn’t the best. Thank to the heavens, life is better now.

Do you have a crush on someone: No.

What do you like about yourself: That I always try to be better than I was before, my wrists and lips.

Piercings: No.

Blood type: O ... I can’t remember if positive or negative. I think it’s the last one.

Nickname: A lot of people call me Frappe/Frapp. Others Nara or Ann.

Relationship status: Single af.

Zodiac: Scorpio.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Favorite TV show: I don’t know, they always change.

Tattoos: None.

Right or left hand: Right, only when I broke my arm it’s when I tried to write with my left hand.

Surgery: My eye surgery?

Hair dyed in different color: Kinda... the colors weren’t so different from my natural one.

Sport: Ballet for a few years.

Vacation: Weeks ago, I went to Cancun. Now I think that my family it’s planning a trip to the capital to visit some relatives.

Pair of trainers: They are comfy.

Current and all-time best friend name: Ale.

Eye color: Your typical brown, lel.

Favorite movie: Pride and Prejudice from 2005.

WHICH IS BETTER?

Hugs or kisses: I can’t complain, I like both.

Lips or eyes: Both.

Shorter or taller: Taller.

Nice arms or stomach: Nice arms all the way.

Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.

Hook up or relationship: Ehm....

Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

Yourself: ... let’s go to the next question, lmao. orz

Miracles: Kinda.

Love at first sight: HAHAHAHA... no.

Santa Claus: No.

I’m tagging @pups-art @ironic-comicsans @clo--uds @therfasquad aand... if somebody wants to do this, please feel free to do it!!

[oscarlovesthesea]

music tag game

dI was tagged by @gayycat which, thank you very much but have you seen how long my url is this is going to take ages

rules: spell your url with song titles (only using each artist once) and tag ten people

the “each artist once” rule doesn’t count if it’s a musical right

o: One Day More from Les Mis

f: For Good from Wicked

f: does hasa diga from book of mormon count Forse from the Italian production of Next to Normal

i: I’d Be Surprisingly Good For You from Evita

c: Con Che Pietà from Romeo e Giulietta: Ama e Cambia il Mondo

i: I Should Tell You from Rent

a: Aftershocks from Next to Normal

l: Look Down from Les Mis

l: La Vie Bohéme from Rent

y: Yorktown from Hamilton

a: A de o by Giampiero Artegiani

d: Damned For All Time/Blood Money from Jesus Christ Superstar

o: Oh What A Circus from Evita

p: Perfect For You from Next to Normal

t: They’re Only Human from Death Note: the musical

i: It’s Quiet Uptown from Hamilton

n: Not The Boy Next Door from The Boy From Oz (is this song even from The Boy from Oz? It’s been in my player for so long that I forgot)

g: Goodbye, Love from Rent

s: Stalingrado by Stormy Six

h: History Maker from Yuri!!! On Ice

i: Il Pescatore by Fabrizio De André(wait had we Italians all agreed that Tumblr couldn’t know about De André because oops)

n: No One Is Alone from Into the Woods

y: You And Me (But Mostly Me) from The Book of Mormon

a: ABC Café/Red and Black from Les Mis

h: How Could I Ever Forget from Next to Normal

i: I Re Del Mondo from Romeo e Giulietta: Ama e Cambia il Mondo

i: I Don’t Know How to Love Him from Jesus Christ Superstar

r: Rent from Rent (!!!)

a: All I Ask of You from The Phantom of the Opera

g: Gethsemane (I only want to say) from Jesus Christ Superstar

i: I’m Alive from Next to Normal

spell your url in songs, aka look at me as I desperately go through all the songs of my favourite musicals and my good old Italian folk music is that even folk??? is it progressive rock??? my old music teacher said that it was folk but???? i think it’s a mess i’m so sorry for everyone who had to read this

I’m tagging: @gureshin-support and @sparkleofstardust, and anyone else who wants to do it because I’m way too lazy to tag anyone else and this already took me hours rip

[hothprincess]

hello I was tagged in this by @marissawompler​ ily 

A / age - 23  B / biggest fear - severe financial troubles.  C / current time - 11am  D / drink you last had - coffee  E / every day starts with - saying goodbye to Jeremy as he leaves for work, then coffee.  F / favourite song - ummm idk but I’ve been listening to ‘alone’ by heart a lot.  G / ghost are real? - I think so. I’ve seen things. H / hometown - monterey, ca I / in love with - Jeremy  J / jealous of - people who are thinner than me ugh K / killed someone - maybe killed a soul or two with my words L / last time you cried - two nights ago M / middle name - leigh N / number of siblings - a younger brother O / one wish - I want to leave orlando. well leave fl entirely tbh.  P / person you last called - uh Ford? lol. I need to get a part in my car replaced.  Q / questions you’re always asked - ummm I have no idea R / Reasons to smile - it’s almost valentines / Jeremy’s birthday! S / song last sang - various songs from “the Nightman Cometh”  T / time you woke up - 9am  U / underwear colour - pink V / vacation destination - I’d really love to go stay in a hobbit cave in ar W / worst habit - terrible eating habits. either too little or too much.  X / x rays you have had - when I dislocated my knee, my chest after a bad car accident to make sure my ribs were okay, & my lungs when I was having breathing issues Y / your favourite food - pizza Z / zodiac sign - aries

tagged folks - @daylightcolours @ohhhsnow @erika-in-wonderland & anyone else who just wants to participate 

[scamoosh]

music to make love to your lady by

i was tagged by @thetravelingsolipsist thank youuuu 💕 Alright fam I’m tired of pricing used cars so I’m pausing to give this music thing a go (shoutout to my #1 fav @theongreyjoyyyy​). Anywho: 1) Spell out your URL with a song beginning with the corresponding letter: P- Postcard (Jukebox the Ghost) I- I'd Love to Change the World- Matsdubs Remix (Jetta) N- Never Be Like You (Flume ft. Kai) K- Killer Queen (Queen) B- Bloody Poetry (Grieves) U- Underwater (MIKA) T- Tiny Cities (Flume ft. Beck) N- Not Your Fault (AWOLNATION) O- Open My Eyes (Rival Sons) T- Temporary Home (Carrie Underwood) R- Run to You (Pentatonix) E- Earned It (The Weeknd) A- Alright (Joel Faviere) L- Lone Digger (Caravan Palace) L- Lake Pontchartrain (Ludo) Y- Youth Gone Wild (Skid Row) 2) Put your music on shuffle and take the first ten songs: 1- Dread In My Heart (Mother Mother) 2- Blue Eyes (MIKA) 3- First of the Year (Skrillex) 4- Blue Lips (Regina Spektor) 5- American Beauty/American Psycho (Fall Out Boy) 6- Gorilla (Bruno Mars) 7- From Eden (Hozier) 8- R U Mine? (The Arctic Monkeys) 9- Cinema- Skrillex Remix (Benni Benassi) 10- Goodbye To a World (Porter Robinson) 3) Tag some folks: @7ucielchoii @enviously-in-love @diomdes @dinoburger @donutdog7 @angelontheground

[netherwar-rpg-blog]

Welcome to the Wardens, Isaac! Your application for THE DRAGONBORN has been accepted with a Colin Morgan FC.

It was a genuine pleasure to read through such a detailed and thorough application. You really made this skeleton profile your own precious character and I can see how much thought you put into it! The misc links at the bottom show that you’ve really imagined this Dragonborn clearly and you’ve explored his personality, his motives and background so perfectly! It makes me, as a worldbuilder, so delighted that you clearly read the Crywrenian and Fenarious lore, and used it to make a really well thought out character! I couldn’t imagine a more wonderful Dragonborn in the Wardens. I can totally understand why Aneirin wants to be free from the Elders’ watchful eyes and find his place in the world, with his dragons calling him to freedom, so we will all be cheering him on to reach those skies he so desperately deserves to explore!

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Isaac Age: 21 Timezone: EST Activity Level: I’m a university student that works Thursday – Saturday most weeks, so I’m mostly able to be around on my off days! Extra: Anything to do with seizure activity makes me uncomfortable.

S K E L E T O N - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Skeleton Title: THE DRAGONBORN Name: Aneirin Eruantien Myrddin Frey Nickname: Eirin (air-in) Gender: Cisgender male Age: 25 Class: Ranger Faceclaim: Colin Morgan

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality: Crywrenian Appearance: Composed of sinew and skin, pale porcelain and delicate wrists, one would not expect the appearance of the Dragonborn to be that of the fair fae folk talked of in legend. Hair dark and thick, curling around teacup ears, eyes as blue as tumultuous seas, lips pouty and pink, long lashes fanning over impossibly high cheekbones, sharp collarbones and lean muscle: Aneirin is a man that’s beauty can be compared to that of a flower’s fragility in the chilly frost of a Crywrenian spring morning; and yet the power set deep in his bones makes him anything but fragile. But perhaps the most notable physical traits of the Dragonborn are those that connect him to his dragon kin. The Dragonborn’s Mark was given to him by the Druids the day he came of age, all painted with a Celtic brush; knowing that wherever he travelled, the Dragonborn could not be mistaken. The other unmistakable feature that few have yet to see is the way Aneirin’s eyes glow molten gold as a dragon’s when his power moves through him, connecting him to the earth and sky; an ancient magic making his gaze foreboding and ethereal as storms churn overhead.

Personality:

{ + } Courageous – Aneirin has never been described as faint of heart. Even as a boy, he had a lion’s heart, his mother having to hold him back as he thrashed, hoping to run and save his father from the flames of execution without a thread of fear in his entire body.

{ + } Gentle – The boy’s always had a sweet disposition ever since he was just a babe, something he inherited from his father that was nurtured by all his mother’s love. Though his voice could move mountains, it is often as soft as his touch, light and delicate. It is simply not in his nature to be brutish.

{ + } Kind – Not even becoming the prized caged bird of the Fenarious elders could change the kindness in Aneirin’s heart. His mother always taught him that kindness is the most valuable thing in the world and that his ability to give it freely is a gift from the gods.

{ ­­- } Brash – Bold, unafraid of speaking his mind, Aneirin will not be silenced. He has spent too long bending to the elders’ will to allow himself to roll over for anyone in the Wardens; though, diplomacy is not always his strong suit.

{ - } Unrepentant – Aneirin stands resolute in his beliefs and this means that he is never sorry for standing up for what he deems is right; no matter the dissension it may bring. If he feels strongly enough about something, you will never hear him apologize for his actions.

{ - } Impatient – At the ripe age of twenty-five, Aneirin has been treated as if he was born for greatness his entire life. Kept tucked away and restrained from following the calls carried on the wind has made him antsy, fidgety, and impatient in all matters; be it waiting for a meal or running with the wind to find what the Singing Tree has gifted him.

C H A R A C T E R - B A C K G R O U N D

History: It began one fateful El Dyine nearly twenty-six years ago, when a young maiden – with complexion fair, blue eyes, and red hair – walked up to a fisherman (tall, dark features, locks thick waves that fell around his shoulders; a danger to all women’s hearts) and tucked a pretty pink flower behind his ear. Aneirin was born less than a year later.

He seemed no different from any other babe, perhaps apart from the storms in his eyes (the storms that raged just outside the night his mother borne him) and the brightness in his laugh, twinkling like starlight. And though his uncle – his mother’s brother, a healer more dedicated to the gods than any man could hope to be – warned Aneirin’s parents of the power set deep in the boy’s bones, claiming terrible things had come to him in his dreams, they simply would not listen; would not risk confiding the strange happenings around the house to the elders; would not risk the boy being taken to the Singing Tree, being taken away from them.

Inevitably, he was; after the early morning Aneirin’s father was set to be executed for crimes that Aneirin did not understand, for he was just a boy, barely eight years old. Fires climbing up the pyre, licking the leather toes of his father’s boots that still smelt of sea salt, thunder crashed overhead as the boy screamed, the hot gold of the flames reflected in eyes that shed the tears of a soon to be fatherless child, barely able to be held back as the rains came down in buckets, lightning striking fury down around those who dare accuse the man set to burn before their eyes.

Slick with water that came down like heaven’s wrath, the boy broke free from those trying to hold him back. He did not hesitate to jump into the flames. Aneirin will never forget the sound of his mother’s screams. But when the rains washed the flames away, all that was left was the boy, untouched, eyes on fire, hands and feet blackened from the ashes, clutching the dagger that had hung from his father’s belt.

The storms waged war for three days.

And so the elders took him to the Singing Tree, set him before the Great Goddess, with her barked limbs spreading wide as if to encompass the whole earth. His mother said she’d never seen the Tree blossom as beautifully as it did that day, petals lush as the winds whipped up around them. And it is the wind Aneirin remembers most vividly, knowing for the first time that it is a dragon’s blood that flows through his veins (his family’s reputation’s only saving grace after the flames).

It is perhaps the greatest grief of all that from that day forward he became a caged bird unsung, taken in by the elders and raised as a delicate thing, kept in captivity. A precious flower too fragile to tamper with, the elders did not allow him to follow the call of the winds, did not allow him to train with a sword, and didn’t even allow him to study and harness his own abilities to control the heavens.

In fact, the only skill he was allowed to hone was his natural inclination for medicine, his uncle’s healing hands seeming to run in the family. And so this was how he learned – his uncle sticking his nose in book after book until he was as well learned as a Crywrenian Druid could be. If he could not run with the winds, he would escape through means of any book he could get his hands on.

But as he grew the cage felt smaller, and the winds grew incessant in their taunting, never leaving him a moment’s peace. He knew he needed to break free, and when he heard of the faction forming in the south, he saw his opportunity.

He carries little more than the clothes on his back and his father’s dagger.

Reason for joining the Wardens: When Aneirin heard of the new faction forming in the south, he fought the Fenarious elders tooth and nail just to be able to procure a horse in order to ride south and join them. Tired of being treated like he might break at any moment, he put his foot down, kissing his mother goodbye, wishing he could spit at the elders’ feet, before spiriting away with not much more than the clothes on his back. The elders could not give him answers; the Archmages would not give him answers; clearly he had to seek them out for himself, and the Wardens could very well be his only opportunity to do so.

The Singing Tree granted him a great destiny, and it is his right as a Druid to answer the wind’s call. He will not waste it.

R O L E P L A Y - S A M P L E

There is a rustle in the leaves of the Singing Tree as lightning strikes above, silhouetting the Great Goddess in all her glory; branches spread wide, standing silent and apathetic. It is purely to taunt him, he knows, as the water comes down and soaks him through sinew and skin and straight to the bone, frame slight, pale as the fabric of the shift he’d been sleeping in clings to every curve, and shaking as shivers run down his spine; wind like icicles prickling just behind his ear as it whips up around him, pushing him forward, to his knees, carrying away the soft sob as his forehead touches dirt, fingers curling into the earth.

He wants to scream; wants his body to heave with the force of it, wretched and broken as his hand scrape the earth, digging his claws in as if he could choke the roots of this Tree that borne him. The leaves rustle, and the Goddess is laughing.

And so he does, eyes snapping up and flashing molten gold as he lets out a lion’s roar, thunder rolling; all the anger and frustration of a wounded animal, kept caged for far too long poured forth as the heavens above him wage the rage of his war.

The elders will find him sleeping at the feet of the Goddess come morning, having run as far as his feet could carry him not for the first time, but the night will bear his agony like the cliffs bear the waves in a storm.

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