#Germany Pale Mother

[301-302]

Deutschland bleiche Mutter (Germany Pale Mother | Helma Sanders-Brahms | 1980)

[thediaryofaurora]

General HCs

Ticci Toby/Tobias Rogers

Sorry this took so long!! I’ve been contemplating writing one shots, but I feel like I should get the head canons out first. If any of you have any ideas for one shots (x readers, char x char, nsfw), my request box is open! I’ll get around to them as soon as possible. :)

- 5’11! Sleeper build and scrawny, but extremely strong upper arms. He’s not as fast as Kate and Brian, but he makes up for it with how long he can run. He never gets tired and can chase victims for hours. Lots of freckles, too!

- White with mostly German heritage. He doesn’t know very much German, just baseline stuff he learned from his mom. (Connie grew up in Germany until she was 15.)

- Medium brown hair and dark brown eyes. He’s pretty pale, but being outside most of the time he does have a slight tan, lots of freckles too.

- His dad was extremely abusive and would beat him, his mom, and his sister, it was rare for him to not be drunk. Toby killed him only a few hours after his father beat his mom to the point she was unconscious. He’d rather his mom lose both of her children and her abusive husband than endure so much pain, he cared about her more than anything. He didn’t want to sit idly by as he loses his sister and mother.

- His fingers are TORN up. Bites and picks at his nails, cuticles, dry knuckles, all of it. His fingertips and palms are also super calloused.

- Hangs out with Jeff and Ben most of the time. He’s closer to Ben and thinks Jeff’s a douche, but he puts up with him since sometimes the three of them have fun.

- He can be a jerk, but if you’re able to break past his shell he’s super sweet. He’s still sarcastic and snarky, but not necessarily mean. VERY smug.

- Had Jeff do a tattoo of Lyra’s birthday on his shoulder. It turned out surprisingly good. He was originally going to do her death date, but he felt like it was better to honor the time she was alive.

- Halloween junkie. He has a massive sweet tooth and loves autumn, so it’s the perfect day ever in his eyes.

- This guy DESTROYS in poker and blackjack. The few times his dad would spend time with him they’d play together. Even though he hated him, it meant a lot to him when he was little. Has the teeny tiniest gambling addiction, makes a bunch of bets with other residents of the mansion and usually wins.

- MIDWESTERN EMO BOY!!!! I will die on this hill. Music taste, clothing, all of it.

- His tics are pretty rare now that he’s older, but when he’s anxious they get bad.

- Exclusively wears comfortable clothes. Not because he gets uncomfortable, he could (and does) sleep in jeans and not be bothered. When he was younger he would always be forced to wear slacks, dress shoes, button ups, and ties for church or family gatherings. He HATED it.

- Him, Tim, and Brian are usually put on missions together. They’re all pretty compatible, and it’s nice to talk to just some regular ass dudes. Sometimes all three of them will go to run down diner’s if they finished their mission early, it’s the most normality any of them have in their lives.

- He and Tim bicker a LOT, but he secretly find comfort in it. He sees Tim as a protective older brother, rather than someone who just hates him. With how his dad treated him growing up, he thought all arguing was yelling and being aggressive, but Tim’s is more disagreement or annoyance.

- Almost knows how to play the acoustic guitar. He’s a quick learner, but he doesn’t have a crazy strong desire to get better at it.

- Pretty much always wears a big bandaid over his cheek gash. He’s not necessarily insecure about it unless he has a crush on someone, but it’s hard to eat or drink when it’s just open.

- He’s actually not to bad at soccer! Sometimes when it’s nice out him and Cody find a ball and play.

- Anywho, I’m in love with him.

Feedback and requests are welcome! Thank you for reading. :)

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[charlie-lec-stories]

Drama King // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: Already used to Max's shenanigans, Y/N finds out that Charles with the flu can be quite a challenge.

Warnings: None, this is fluff, fluff and even more fun. (Only one paragraph about homophobic Jos Verstappen)

Author’s Note: Gees, there's nothing worse than a guy with the flu. Also, there's a little introduction of Max and Y/N's parents and the relationship they have with their children. Rate: PG

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She was used to Max being a drama queen, after so many years being friends, she already knew how he could turn a minimal problem into a world-ending alarm. His computer froze for 5 seconds? It was probably broken. He couldn't find his phone? He probably lost it forever. He was hungry? He couldn't function until he ate. She had fun with that, because Max's little drama stunts were never something that came without a good laugh for her. She would watch him run around the room looking for his phone, or quickly throwing a tantrum when his computer'd go slower than he'd like it. Charles was a lot more composed, which was also funny because he was the one that go into serious trouble more often. He set his dinner on fire? It wasn't that bad, he's not afraid of fire. He's at the police station because he tried to jump the fence when he forgot his keys? Just a little inconvenience and he made new friends! He hurt his hand trying to fix the toaster he just broke? Well, he has a lot more blood in his body, nothing to worry about. Sometimes she wished that Charles would take the bizarre situations he got himself into a little more seriously.

But she takes that wish back, dear God, she takes that back.

It all started with winter break, they were off season and they had been together for a year now, their first anniversary on the 26th of December. Charles, who loved to spoil his partners, decided that they deserved a week for themselves, before they all had to part for New Year's celebrations with their respective families. Plus, they knew that Max was less than happy to have to spend the holiday with his father, so the idea of chilling together, somewhere away from the world was more than appealing. The Monegasque made a reservation at a very private cabin complex, where they could be alone in the middle of nowhere, in Germany. From the 25th at night all the way to the 31st at noon, they would turn off their phones and ignore the rest of the world. Max was more than happy for that, he needed to recharge batteries before facing his father, and Y/N knew that this little trip was perfect for her to sleep all the hours she missed that season. It was the perfect plan, and it went amazing. They relaxed in the woods, lit a bond-fire, swam on the lake, and the cabin even had a jacuzzi, which they used every day. But, when they finally went back to reality on the 31st, happy memories weren't the only thing that Charles brought back home with him.

"Tu es pâle, mon garçon". (You look pale, my boy). Pascale, Charle's mother, said when he arrived at her door for New Year's dinner.

"Je vais bien, ne t'inquiète pas, Maman". (I'm fine, don't worry, Mom). She wasn't convinced, and she was proven right when Charles started coughing in the middle of their meal. The poor man started his new year with a fever.

Arthur called Lando, who made up an excuse and called Max. The Red Bull driver was supposed to spend a week with his father, Jos, the two of them going on a "healing" trip to "help Max outgrow his queerness". The moment he got the call from Lando about "Sassy being sick", he canceled his plans with his father and flew back to Monaco. His father was more than displeased with that, and didn't believe a thing his son told him, but he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He had an already difficult relationship with his father, coming out as having two partners and having to tell him that they were his rivals was not something he needed to do at the moment. Jos Verstappen hated Y/N with passion, and it was a mutual feeling. He believed that the girl wanted to distract Max on purpose, to take advantage of that on the races. He also believed that she was trying to get into Max's pants to "trap him" with a kid. But, he would rather have her as his daughter in law than a man. He had never been as mad as when he discovered that Max was bisexual, the idea of having his son dating another man was his worst nightmare. He made it his life goal to "cure" Max and his son knew that if his father ever knew that Max was skipping his trip with him for Charles, he would straight up force Max into an asylum. Jos disliked Charles the most, after Lewis Hamilton, so if he didn't like the idea of Max dating a man, he would probably lose it with the fact that he was dating Charles.

Max made it back to Monte Carlo on January 2nd, but he called Y/N to let her know that he could take care of Charles and she should enjoy her time with her family. She had a big one, and she didn't get to see them much, he didn't want her to miss that chance. He could deal with Charles for a week, how hard could it be? She thanked him and let him know that she could fly back if he ever needed her, but he assured her that they would be alright. At the airport, he was welcomed by Lando, who coincidentally came back home from England to prepare everything for his New Year's party, a tradition he started two years prior and that was the most awaited event of the grid. The brit offered Max a ride and, together, they made their way towards the apartment that Max shared with his partners. Lando lived just a block away and offered to help out if he and Charles needed anything. He also let Max know that Oscar, Alex and George were flying to Monaco on the 4th, to help him out with the party, so there were going to be some extra hands. Max felt grateful, even if his father was not there for him, he had his grid family that loved him for who he was.

"Charlie? I'm home!". He called out when he opened the door. Usually, Charles would drop whatever he was doing to greet him and ask about his day. He was an active listener and enjoyed asking people things, but this time he was greeted by the faint sound of a cough and the pets, Pete, Charles' golden retriever, and his two cats. He dropped everything he had in hand and quickly walked to the bedroom followed by Pete. "Hey, Poepie, how are you feeling?". (Sweetie),

"I think I'm dying". Max had to actively do an effort to suppress his laugh. Charles was on the bed, the blanket up to his neck and his voice was barely over a whisper, but he was definitely not dying.

"I think you're doing pretty well!". Max said with a smile and sat on the bed next to Charles, but he pushed Max away. Pete jumped on the bed.

"Don't get close!". He yelled as loud as he could and then coughed again. "You'll get sick too and this is a nightmare".

"Charlie, it's only the flu. I'm Dutch, I'm used to cold weather and never get sick". He placed his hand on Charles' forehead and noticed that his boyfriend was burning up. "Don't worry about me".

"At least you got away from your dad". Charles said as he did the best he could to sit up. Max helped him a bit.

"Yeah, your stuffy nose definitely saved me from that". Charles smiled, his eyes shining in a mix of sadness and fever. He hated Jos for everything he put Max through.

"I'm your knight in shining armor, even when I'm sick". Max laughed out loud and Charles followed, but started coughing again.

"Okay, Sir Charles, let's make you some tea to warm up that throat".

The first night was terrible, Max didn't sleep, not even one second, Charles turning around and whimpering all night, uncomfortable and bothered by the fever. He was cold and hot, all at the same time, so he was pulling at the sheets constantly. Max wanted nothing more than to go to sleep on the couch, but he couldn't leave Charles alone. He turned the Monegasque around and spooned him to keep him from moving too much. They slept through the morning hours, until the pets woke them up asking to be fed. Max got up at lunch time to feed them and make some soup for Charles. He had two big black spots under his eyes and every now and then, a yawn would escape his mouth. Y/N texted him, asking about Charles and how he spent the night. Max didn't want her to worry, so he told her that Charles slept like a baby. It wasn't exactly a lie, never specified which type of baby, he slept like a possessed baby. Charles' fever went down through the day, but he still felt like he didn't have any strength. The medication was doing its magic, but he was probably going to get a fever again at night. And Max was right, Charles' fever came back the second night, sentencing Max to another sleepless night.

"If I die, I leave my sim to Y/N and my underwear to you". Charles told him at 3 am as they were cuddling. Max snorted, almost offended.

"I'm the one taking care of you and I get the underwear while she gets the sim?". Charles looked up at him in the dark, his eyes narrowed. "Make your own soup tomorrow, traitor".

"My underwear it's all Ferrari!". Max already knew that. "It's really important to me. I don't know what you're complaining for".

"It's a good thing you're not dying". Max chuckled and they fell silent for a few minutes.

"If I die and you don't wear that underwear, I'm haunting your ass". And he knew that Charles meant every word.

On the 4th, Lando called Max to let him know that the boys had arrived and offered to stop by and help out a bit. Charles was in a good mood, after Max promised to use the Ferrari underwear if he died, meaning that the visit was a good way to keep up his good spirits. While they waited for their friends to arrive, Max called Y/N to give her an update. She scolded him for refusing to wear the Ferrari briefs, and then she thanked him again for taking care of Charles all on his own. She was convinced that it was an easy task, Max was the drama king after all, but she was grateful anyways. Max decided not to tell her how much of a pain in the ass Charles could be, he would rather have her believing everything was alright. He took Pete out for a quick walk and then went to feed his little demons again, Sassy and Jimmy already planning on eating Charles if he let another minute pass without feeding them. Lando arrived with Oscar, George and Alex, and they all ran to the bedroom to say hi to Charles, but he had a fever again, and what they found was anything but festive.

"You look like shit". Lando said without thinking, and Max hit the back of his head.

"You don't, Charlie". But the Monegasque was already mentally writing his will.

"It's okay, dying must be the only thing that doesn't look good on me". Max rolled his eyes.

"We should help you get better". Oscar added, willing to help. The other three looked at him with their noses scrunched.

"I think we're all more useful at a safe distance". Alex looked around the room as he made the comment, looking for a place he could sit down and not get too close to Charles.

"It's just the flu, stop acting like he's got a deadly disease". But they all ignored Max as Oscar organized them to cover all of Charles' needs.

"Alex, you'll make the food. George, you'll bring Jimmy and Sassy, since Pete's already here. Lando, you'll pick a movie. I will gather all the blankets I can find. And Max...". Oscar looked at him, unsure of what Max could do. "You'll comfort him, but please, keep it decent".

"I'm not doing that while you guys are here". Max said, annoyed.

"Just making sure!". Lando laughed as he remembered the situation in the hotel room.

Oscar's plan was kind of chaotic, as always. While Max laid on the bed with his sick boyfriend, he could hear Alex fighting with the kitchen, George chased the cats around the house and Oscar opened every closet in the apartment looking for blankets. To add to that, Lando just couldn't pick a movie, going through all the streaming platforms and genres. Charles still acted as if he was dying and even though Max loved every person in that house, he was too sleep deprived to tolerate the chaos. After an hour, George walked in with Sassy and Jimmy, his shirt covered in holes and wearing kitchen gloves. He placed the cats on top of Charles and they both snuggled on his chest, purring and relaxing against their Papa. Max looked at George worried, as the brit just kept a wary eye on the cats. He couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, Sassy and Jimmy were the most loving cats in the world, but they loved to drive people crazy. Alex brought to the room the worst soup Max had ever tasted, but Charles was so sick that he couldn't even taste anything, so it wasn't a problem. Oscar placed all the blankets on top of Charles and, even though Max thought Lando would never pick anything, he actually did, and they all sat in the room to watch it together. Charles was finally asleep after 30 minutes and Max had never felt more relieved.

Around 6 pm they all left and Max took the pets to their beds. Pete slept on a pretty fancy bed that Charles had brought for him, it had Ferrari's emblem all over it, still, the dog loved his Red Bull toy, no matter how many times Charles took it away from him. Max gave Pete the toy and the dog curled up on his bed, ready to sleep, hugging the toy. Jimmy and Sassy had high beds, ones that Max had attached to the wall so they could sleep as up high as possible. He told them to go to bed, in Dutch, since it was the only language they understood, and they both obeyed instantly. If there was something that Max loved about their pets was how well behaved they were, George might not agree with that, but that seemed like George-problem to Max. After everyone was on their beds, Max went back to his room and lied next to Charles, his little snores making Max smile. Maybe they could finally sleep for a few hours. But they didn't. Charles' fever came back and he started moving around again. At some point, Max even heard him crying.

"Charles, are you okay?". Max asked as he turned Charles around to look at him and see if he could find what was hurting. "Does anything hurt?".

"I don't know!". Charles said, already done with being sick. "I just feel like shit and I'm tired and my head hurts... and... and my throat is sore!". Charles complained in between sobs. "And my nose is so stuffed! I just want to feel better and do my things, like training and going out. And I miss Y/N too".

"Charlie, it's okay". Max tried to comfort him, ignoring his own tiredness as best as he could. "Be patient, you'll feel better soon. I promise".

But Charles kept turning around all night again, coughing, mumbling, sighing loudly, blowing his nose. Max was close to losing it. There is so much time one can spend not sleeping and Max was close to his breaking point. At 4 in the morning, he got up and decided to call Y/N. She was in Buenos Aires, so it would be around midnight there, she was definitely up, no one slept early in Argentina. He felt terrible calling her to complain about their boyfriend, but Max just couldn't take it anymore, he needed to sleep and their friends were too loud and energetic to actually help. He confirmed that the day before. So she was his last resort. He sat on the toilet with the lid down, looking at his phone and re-thinking about calling her or not. She was having fun, spending some time with her family, people she missed all year round, he didn't feel comfortable ruining that, but he didn't know what to do. He heard Charles cough from the room and dialed his girlfriend's number. It rang a few times, then, he was met with the sound of music and people speaking loudly.

"Hey, Maxie, it's everything alright?". She greeted him. He could hear her friends mocking her, saying "Maxie" over and over again, her grandmother scolding them, and Y/N laughing at the situation. "Wait! It's like 4 am there. Max, is Charles alright?".

"YES". He quickly reassured her when he noticed how worried she was. She sighed in relief. "I just...".

"What is it?". He heard the noise turn down, she had probably moved away from people so they could talk better.

"I lied to you. Charles has not been easy to deal with. At all! He's terrible, and I miss my sleep and we miss you and he's coughing all the time and the guys came by and it was a mess...". He kept rambling about how the last few days had been horrible for him and she patiently listened to him. It was bad that Charles was still with a fever, that wasn't normal, since he was taking medication for that, but Max was also someone who could escalate a situation pretty quickly, so it was hard for her to know exactly if the situation was that bad. Nonetheless, she let him let it all out, once she noticed that he was done, she offered a solution.

"Listen, Amor, give me two days. Tomorrow I will say goodbyes and then I'll be on the first plane I can catch, okay?". She heard him let out a breath he had been holding. "We'll take care of him together".

"Thank you, Schat, thank you so much". He said, feeling a lot better.

On the 6th, around 8 pm, Y/N finally got back home. She slowly opened the door, Pete went to her to greet her. She patted his head and scratched the back of his ears, earning a little huff of approval from the dog. Sassy and Jimmy went next, rubbing against her legs and meowing, showing their Mamá how much they missed her. She tried to shush them, noticing that Max and Charles were probably sleeping. Quietly, she dropped her suitcase by the door and took off her shoes, walking around the dark apartment towards the bedroom. The door made a minimal cracking sound as she pushed it open softly and she cringed about it, but she discovered that her boys were wide awake inside, completely unbothered by the sound of the door. Charles was in a semi-awake state, his eyes glossy and forehead shiny with sweat, probably still with a fever. Max was next to him, his eyes tired and the bags under them prominent, like he hadn't slept in days. The Dutchman's eyes light up with her presence, the tiredness still there but now mixed with relief.

"Schat!". He jumped up and ran to her, picking her up and spinning her a few times, before he set her back down and kissed her, like his life depended on it. Maybe his sanity did. "You're here!".

"Yeah, how have you guys been?". Max was frowning at her instead of answering her question. "What?"

"Weren't coming back tomorrow?". She was the one frowning now. "I told you we could wait, I can't believe I made you leave your family so soon".

"No, Amor, I said two days, that was the day before yesterday". She went to the bed and sat down, placing her hand on Charles' face and caressing his cheek.

"No no, today's the 5th, Schat".

"Max, it's January 6th". She took her phone out of her pocket to show him the date. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know...". Y/N looked at him, worried, taking into his pitiful state. Charles was still out so she got up and dragged Max to the living room. They sat on the couch and he rested his head on her shoulder.

"You should sleep here tonight, I'll look after Charlie". He hummed in agreement. "Did you guys eat already?". Max nodded. "Good, then lie down and rest".

"Thank you, Schat".

Max lied down and closed his eyes, falling asleep instantly. Y/N walked back to the room, changed for the night and got into bed with Charles. He had the flu, how bad could it be? Really bad, she discovered that night. The Monegasque spent the night complaining, she wasn't able to close her eyes for a minute. Between Charles' never ending turning and how tired she was from the trip, she was wishing she could go to the living room with Max. When the morning light came, she was still awake and extremely tired. Charles was the most annoying patient in the world. If he was complaining like that for the flu, what would he do for a stomach bug? They were lucky that Charles rarely got sick. Max went to the bedroom around 11 am, better rested and ready to treat his girl better than last night. But she was looking just as miserable as he did the past few days. Charles was finally asleep, so she got up and the two of them went to the kitchen for breakfast. Max, with more energy than her, made some Stroopwafels, while Y/N just rested her head on her hand, slumped over the table.

"I think it's time for Charles' meds, Amor". She told him after a few minutes in silence. "Where are they?".

"First drawer, my nightstand. It's a bottle that says-"

"Paracetamol, I know, my mother's a doctor, remember?". He noticed the pain in her voice, under the tiredness, but he chose not to keep up the conversation about her mother, she was not rested enough to talk about that woman. She walked back to the bedroom and opened the drawer, the bottle being the first thing she saw.

"Here's a glass of water". Max told her as she walked up to him, the bottle in her hand.

"Have you been giving Charles this?". She showed him the bottle.

"Of course, every 8 hours". He proudly answered.

"It's expired, Max". His smile dropped instantly. "This expired in 2020".

"You're fucking with me". He took the bottle from her and inspected it. "It can't be expired".

"This is so old I wasn't even in F1 when it stopped being useful". She ran her hands down her face and sighed. "I'll run to the pharmacy and buy a new one. Of course he's not feeling better, the meds don't work once they are expired, it's like giving him nothing".

Y/N brought a new bottle of medication and Charles was already feeling better that night. They all finally got some proper sleep. The next morning, Charles was a new man, back again with his good spirits and big smiles, as if he hasn't been the most over dramatic person for the last few days. Max and Y/N were still exhausted as he walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

"I can't believe you flew all the way back here just for the flu, Amour, it wasn't that serious!". He told Y/N as he took a bite of his Stroopwafels. "And I took it like a champ".

"Yeah, sure, Corazón". She said, condescendingly.

"Get sick again, Charles, and I'm personally burring you with your Ferrari underwear, you fucking Drama King".

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This one is pretty long, but i had fun writing it! Hope you guys like it!

[acslytherpuff]

Get to know my MC:

Alex Hayoung

Name: Alexander Hayoung

Birth Date: June 28

Age: 16 (in game) | 18 (real age)

Prounouns: he/him

Sexuality: Cassie

Blood status: pure blood

Ethnicity: German - Korean

House: Ravenclaw

Birthplace: Mainz (Germany)

Languages: german, korean, english, french

patronus: lion

amortentia: Wood, orange, leather, Lavender

personal color: Black - dark blue

APPEARANCE

Alvin has a mixed appearance. His hair is black and always looking good. His eyes are a mirror to his soul (everyone says his eyes are his best feature) .He is really tall and built VERY well. He has two Cut-Scars on his nose and a mole under his right eye. His cheeks are flushed red.

hair color: black.

skin: pale / beige

eye color: dark brown

build: normal - muscular

height: 6°3

features: 2 Cuts on his nose, Mole under his right eye, dimples

Clothes: he really likes to wear darker colors. He doesn‘t wear his ravenclaw uniform (besides the quidditch uniform). He likes to keep his style classical in grey, black and white.

PERSONALITY

Alex is a very cold from the outside like person. He seems very sticking to his friends and not being social to others, also he‘s not talking to others than to his friends that much. He is a little Troublemaker - the classical „looks like he could kill you - would kill you“. Some people are really scared of him and some people are very attracted to him. He is very popular but he doesn‘t seem to care. Around his friends he is very funny and caring. He has a good soul but since everyone is thinking he is that cold he keeps it for his loved people - so he doesn‘t get hurt or does hurt anyone. Around his Girlfriend he is the cutest bean ever. He enjoys a lot of PDA and loves with his full heart. Behind closed doors he‘s just a little cute breakable boy who wants to be loved.

Positive Traits: Loyal, Funny, Keeps anything for himself if he has to, Caring, very Protective

Negative Traits: Temperamental, Anti Social, Cold from the outside, scaring people

Likes: his friends, his girlfriend and her temperamental butt, sports, being outside at night, stargazing, korean food, butterbeer, sometimes a cig

Dislikes: anything negative, that he‘s popular, sebastian sallow

Fears: hurting his loved ones

QUICK BACKSTORY

Alex was born and raised in Germany in a wealthy household full of love. When he was 11 he, his brothers and his parents moved to Korea because his Mother found a job there and he should learn more about his other culture. Alex was always a Happy and friendly child. He was very thought- and playful. Till everything changed. His Grandpa died early but his Grandma was always there for the boys. Since Alex is Family bonded he always cared about his Brothers, Parents and his Grandma. Someday he knew there was something.. something which will not end good. His Grandma had a neighbour which was obsessed - alex knew, so he had to protect her. The Neighbour tried his luck, tried and tried but nothing happend - only rejection… till that one night - he sat her house in fire because of anger. Alex saw everything of that and wanted to fight him but alex lost… lost the ability to love. The Neighbour cursed Alex so that he would never feel or experience love again - or he would hurt himself and others - because he never got his grandma. Since this day Alex was never the same… he kept his circle small and close, he tried to not bond with anyone and got cold... till.. he saw her but he knew he would hurt her. When got Alvin got invited to Hogwarts, he and their other brother got invited as well. He moved back to Europe with his Parents and siblings.

RELATIONSHIPS

Cassie Luna - Girlfriend -incoming-

His Brothers and Parents - -incoming-

close friends: tori, alyn, ellie, jamie, florence, damien, val, theo, ale, cal & callum

> Random Facts <

- he‘s in the „baddies“ along with Cal, Ale & Ellie

[swifty-fox]

10 miles from boston harbor: a Kfak Crank drabble for @reallylilyreally

The thing about Boston is that even when one was miles away from the Seaport, if the wind was right and the weather kind, sometimes it was possible to smell the ocean on the breeze.

They never could in Thorpe, except maybe when the fog rolled in, but sometimes Crank had sworn he was able to, his nose seeking out any hint of salt and brine like a bloodhound. Maybe it was some innate sense built from summers crabbing on ocean causeways and working on his uncles Lobster Boat once he was old enough to swim and handle a knife. Landlocked in Germany, there’d been no salt or seaweed aroma and sometimes Crank was sure he withered for it.

He’s ten miles from Boston Harbor.

Windows thrown open because his mother always insisted on cleaning with the windows open and now he’d been trained into the habit as well and he’s breathing in the salty smell like it’s the only thing keeping him on this continent. 

And he’s breathing because somewhere in his cleaning of this apartment he’d barely begun to make his own he’d taken his watch off to avoid damaging it. And he’s forgotten where that spot happened to be. And so he does not know what time it is and his gut is telling him it’s getting close to ten o’clock which is an awful thing for his body to have been trained to remember but he doesn’t know when ten o’clock will be and now he isn’t sure how he’s going to save Johnny Brady’s life for another day.

He’s supposed to feed Johnny numbers like they’re food and shrug at Benny helplessly when the other man shoots him a silent question.

He’s fine today. He’s just coping same as anyone else. Badly and with horrible desperation.

There’s a faint tanline, nothing impressive because Crank hadn’t met a color that could stick to his skin other than pale, but there nonetheless with damning clarity. 

He’s ten miles from Boston Harbor and he doesn't know where his watch is and he needs to be able to tell John Brady what time it is because for some reason that had become his job and he doesn’t resent it really but he’s ten miles from Boston Harbor and it wouldn’t feel like it if it were not for the salt and brine. 

In some ways it had been reassuring. It was routine, it meant things weren’t happening elsewhere in the compound. Crank couldn’t sleep so he watched Johnny not sleep, watched him lose his breakfast to nerves day and ask him for the time and go off to pray for all them sinners with clenched-jaw determination as if there was some way he could still win the war while on his knees.

Or save them all, at the very least.

Maybe it worked, Crank wouldn’t put it past Johnny to drag out a miracle with his teeth and thin-faced fury.

But he needs to find his watch.

He’s ten miles from the Boston Harbor and John Brady is even farther, and he probably has someone else telling him the time instead of Charles Crank.

[shunin-gumis]

As Master Joe Wishes - Track 03

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Thank you Jelly for handling this chapter!

~~~(flashback)

Nagi: *looks around* Who said that?

Toi: It sounded like it came from over there…?

??: Please turn your attention downwards! I am right here~!

Ryui: The fuck?

Yodaka: A teddy bear? Or an autonomous—

Netaro: Eggactly!

Joe: It is I, “Baldovino Joe Senba!” Brunhild, the late madam’s, one and only remaining family!

Joe: As a sign of our friendship, please, call me “Joe”~!

Toi: S-S-SHE’S ADORABLE~~~~♪ Here girl, here girl♪ I want to hug the fluffy Ms. Bear~~~♪

Joe: I suppose I shall allow it?

Nagi: A-Amazing, it moves and speaks just like a noble lady— Toi, I wanna hug her too.

Ryui: Unlike a certain florist, it can speak properly. It even knows how to introduce itself.

Yodaka: …I see, so this is what it’s about.

Daniel: Hm? Did you figure something out?

Yodaka: Yes. Take a good look at the gemstones on her eyes, nose, earrings, and that heart on her chest.

Netaro: Wonderful observation skills, Yoda~! Very perceptive!

Netaro: Her right eye is a top-tier cabochon red diamond cut by a craftsman employed by the royal family, of which there exists only a few dozen in the whole entire world.

Samejima: And what’s more, it has a market price of 2 billion yen!

Joe: Indeed~!

Toi: Ehhhhh~!?

Netaro: And her nose is an alexandrite, the third rarest gem in the world! This precious gemstone was passed around through many of the world’s powerful and influential figures before eventually making its way into Brunhild’s hands~!

Joe: Every single gem costs an arm and a leg~!

Netaro: In other words, Joe is a teddy bear with a net worth of a billion yen, jam packed with the latest AI technology♪

Nagi: …No matter how many of me there are, I still wouldn’t be able to afford it…

Ryui: (He put the bear down with a super pale face…)

Toi: Joe-sama is amazing. But if you’re so valuable, won’t bad people always be after you…?

Samejima: There’s no problem in that regard. Very soon, Joe-san will be sent over to Germany under the supervision of the police. From that point onwards, she’ll become a national treasure and will be much harder to steal.

Samejima: However, while she’s still in JPN, the JPN police will be the ones in charge of her safety and escorting her… When this was first decided, the German police force started treating us as incompetent idiots.

Samejima: For things to proceed smoothly while she’s still under our jurisdiction, they were very nitpicky and obsessed over even the slightest details. All of this was an incredible pain and has started to get on our nerves, but we have no choice but to put aside our personal feelings.

Samejima: However, if we manage to round up all of “Anonymous” in one go, all while guarding Joe-san, we might be able to stand our ground against the German police.

Netaro: That’s right, that’s right! Kick their asses~!

Joe: Send them crying back to their mothers, desuwa~!*

Ryui: …Just putting this out there, but ain’t this a personal grudge?

Samejima: Yeah, you’re right on the mark.

Ryui: The hell you agreeing so casually for?

Nagi: Um, but uh well we’re… “ward mayors”...?

Samejima: Astute observation. We appreciate your cooperation.

Nagi: I guess we’re helping out now…

Daniel: I have a lot I wanna say, but wouldn’t this all be solved if you just shoved it in some bank’s safety box until D-day? Then you wouldn’t need us.

Joe: What on Earth are you saying! Even AI deserves basic rights~! I’ll have you know, our way of life is very similar to that of humans~!

Toi: Locking them up is too much!

Daniel: Sorry. It was just a thought.

Yodaka: More importantly, does the enemy know that the “secret treasure” they’re after is actually a teddy bear? From our conversation earlier, it sounded like they know very few details regarding the actual treasure itself.

Netaro: They probably don’t know?

Yodaka: In that case, wouldn’t it be fine to go along pretending that Joe-san isn’t the treasure they’re seeking?

Samejima: You’re exactly right. However, that’s exactly why we can't just provisionally leave Joe-san. It’d be bad if we were found out because of that.

Samejima: To be honest, I could just be with her at all times. However, this is a lot easier said than done.

Samejima: For a fatigued, middle-aged man like myself to be alert 24/7 while holding such a cute teddy bear would be, on the contrary, quite suspicious.

Netaro: Aesthetically not pleasing. Report for indecent behavior.

Ryui: Yeah, only a dumbass would fall for that. You’d need an angel like Toi to safekeep it…

Samejima: Exactly. In order to blend-in, we’d need a child like Toi-san, or Ryui-san, someone who could “𝓔mbrace it without” looking out of place—

Ryui: Haa!? Wanna try saying that again, you fucker!?

Toi: Ani-sama would definitely look good holding a teddy bear……! I see it…… I totally see it…… Ani-sama is totally the cool type, but he could totally pull off cuteness!

Samejima: Where “𝓔xposure to danger would be OK” and—

Nagi: Danger is okay…?

Netaro: I gave the okay on behalf of everyone. ‘Cause it’s more fun that way!

Samejima: A person we could “𝓔asily count on”... We needed an individual that met the 3E’s. That’s why I had Yowa-kun introduce you all to me.

Ryui: Listen here you fucker, all you've been doing is spouting random fucking bullshit since we got here! Don’t get cocky just ‘cause you’re the fucking police!?

Ryui: (Except for Toi) No one here looks normal carrying a fucking bear around, I don't remember agreeing to dangerous shit like fucking with a god damn criminal organization, and we sure as hell aren’t close enough for you to ask for shitty favors like—

Toi: Samejima-san! I… I’ll do my best!

Ryui: Wha- Toi…!

Toi: Ani-sama, please… Joe-sama and Samejima-san are both in a pinch, we can’t just turn a blind eye to this.

Toi: I don’t want to hand over Brunhild-san's precious Joe-sama over to the bad guys… I want to help!

Toi: The world’s coolest Ani-sama would definitely protect both me and Joe-sama… right?

Ryui: Got it. I’ll give my all to ensure your safety.

Toi: Yay! Ani-sama, I love you!!

Nagi: Can you protect me as well…

Yodaka: My, my… I guess it can’t be helped. If the terms have already been agreed upon, then perhaps, this is what fate has in store for us.

Daniel: What good samaritans. In that case, see ya.

Joe: Thank you all for your cooperation~! After the burly gentleman over there departs, shall we open a bottle of wine and have a toast?

Daniel: …Wine?

Joe: The late madam had a liking for vintage wine. We have many globally rare wines held downstairs in the cellar.

Daniel: I’ll do it. Ensuring her safety, or escorting, or whatever. Regardless of who they are, it’s only right to help out those in need.

Samejima: Great. With this, we can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Once again, I appreciate your cooperation. Thanks.

Joe: I shall be in everyone’s care!

Note:

Joe generally speaks very elegant and formally. However, she suddenly says something very crude for her character and tries to wrap it up with an elegant ending. Unfortunately, it is hard to find an English equivalent so a decision was made to use "desuwa~."

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Please help Bilal evacuate his family from Gaza

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"I am Bilal, 22 years old, from Gaza, Palestine. I am reaching out to you during these trying times to seek help evacuating my family who have been living their worst nightmare since the beginning of the war against my people.

I have been living in Germany for 7 months now. Life has not been easy on me here as I have been struggling to make ends meet and adjust to new responsibilities. I made the difficult choice to leave my home because of the instability in the region, namely the consecutive Israeli offensives, unfair restrictions, and constant blockades that have crippled my beloved city for years. All I wanted was to build a decent life for myself and my family. Unfortunately, my hopes and dreams were mercilessly crushed by war and injustice. Yet, the pain I am experiencing pales in comparison to the hardships my family members have been enduring due to the ongoing relentless Israeli hostilities that have made life in Gaza an everyday struggle for survival.

My family consists of my mother, my father, my five brothers, and two sisters as well as my sister-in-law and my brother-in-law. My oldest sister already has two lovely daughters respectively aged 7 and 2; and she has only recently given birth to a beautiful baby boy who is now only a few weeks old. My elder brother and his wife, who have been raising two sweet little boys (ages 3 and 1), have also just had two adorable twin girls. The babies make us feel blessed but, at the same time, fearful for their safety and well-being under the current perilous circumstances.

We had just finished building our new house in Northern Gaza when the war broke out and destroyed everything we had including my father's shoe business, which was our family's only source of income. Now, we have to start from scratch again _something we have been forced to do every few years_ but the damage caused this time is unprecedented and almost impossible to repair."

So far Bilal has raised 31,843 euros, with a goal of 70,000

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Thank you for reading and as always free palestine

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So listening to Sudno and Untrust us gave me inspiration to make more Abbot lore that's REALLY tied into the game lore, and connecting him to others.

@ouro-bones @jonahs-arks thought you two would enjoy reading this, I do take criticism and I'm feeling a bit of Mary Sue vibes but idk let me know lol

Let's say in many of the other survivor's memories, Nerva for example, he meets an old woman in his military journeys. This woman tells him his fortune, which entails that...

"In your darkest hour, a white devil dressed as a man will breathe fire on all you hate and care for you until your final breath."

Nerva doesn't think anything of this until he meet Abbot. But since it's just an anarchist that has an attitude he shoves this thought aside. At least...until he's trying to kill another tribe. Abbot had found alcohol and wine, and managed to pour it all over himself and the houses and fields. With his "fire breathing" (the party trick people do in festivals) he ends up setting everything on fire. Then it connects, Abbot was that white devil the whole time. Obviously Nerva never really realizes this.

A similar prophecy is told to many other survivors, all by an old lady of some form.

Mei-Yin, by her grandmother. "A close friend will betray you for a pale skinned demon, with eyes seeing into the darkness and fangs of a viper." (HINTING at Abbot's albinism, night vision, and natural fangs. Yes, Abbot has large protruding fangs. Like a viper.)

Bob, by a grandmother in a Jewish family evacuating Nazi Germany. "I see you, I see in your future a demonic man with hair and skin as pale as the moon. With eyes that shine like the lights of a star. He will hurt you, and he will hurt your friends..." (Hinting at Abbot helping Rockwell turn during aberration.)

Ofc Abbot as I mentioned in other posts was friends with Deborah, Helena's mother. Because Abbot was a family friend, Helena was given medical records and many scientific discoveries made in Abbot's autopsy.

Helena noticed MRIs indicated Abbot's brain had an advanced frontal lobe, and a dense nervous system. The autopsy also showed his skull was abnormal as well, his teeth were longer and had catlike features. Similar to the raptor fossils she found, Abbot also had an enlarged iris ring. Because of these discoveries she applied them to dinosaurs and thus made her theory of evolutional behavior.

In Santiago's time era, Abbot's fossilized remains were brought back for examination when people found traced of element in his DNA. They also found that Abbot was quite different. Abbot wasn't only heavily mutated, he had a 36% genetic difference from the human race ITSELF. Because that classified him as another species, he was renamed the Sapius Necro-Deus. "The Wise Death of God." (Deriving from latin terms like Homo Sapien, meaning Wise Human."

Because of that, they dug up the remains of Abbot's daughter. The bones showed even MORE change, with the same percentage of difference as her father. This proved even moreso that Abbot and his offspring were proof of human evolution into a different species because of the element.

How did the element even GET into Abbot? Well it is complicated. Element/Edmundium had been discovered in fossils as stated in ark's wiki. This means that it could potentially be in the bones of HUMAN ancestors. Coincidentally, some of those human ancestors were Abbot's relatives. This element composition in DNA structure carried as a dominant gene as the bloodline carried, until it reached enough to become physical. In short terms; Abbot's mom was a carrier for an ancient set of genes that ended up being awakened when she had her son.

Note that these evolutionary changes didn't give him super powers or anything, and the night vision? Ends up hurting him (especially when Helena learns how to blind him the same way she did with the raptors. Bro was like "MY EYES!!!!")

I have more later but I'm sick of typing plus I need to eat lol

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Rhaenys is mixed race so her being on the whitish side isn’t unusual. The other Dornish characters in Asoiaf comics do look more brown.

An answer to this post, maybe this post as well.

The Dornish are not PoC. They are "spicy" white people; even in today's society, the British/Western EU white people can be both xenophobic and racist towards Southern/Central white Europeans.

Rhaenys' mother, Elia, was "white" bc the Martells (yes, translated into modern racial identities) are "white". Rhaenys was "white" and Rhaegar certainly wasn't any sort of PoC or PoC adjacent.

In her world, Rhaenys was just not the "right kind" of "Westerosi"/"white" that we'd also consider to be "white". Which is pre-extensive slave trade England-France-Germany--NorthWestern Europe pale people--in our specific matrix of global racial systems.

Which also doesn't include her own father; he is not shown to be xenophobic towards Dornish people.

Her maternal lineage/ethnicity.

So really, she did not have the "right kind" of lineage even as these people didn't actually think of her as "Dornish" bc she was born into the Targaryen royal family...just a "Dornish person's child". Any child born into the Westerosi royal family is not considered "Dornish", northerner, etc. They are considered part of the nonDornish Westerosi family, but with a different lineage. Remember Larra Rogare (mother to Aegon IV, Queen Naerys and Aemon the Dragon Knight), how non-Dornish Westerosi were xenophobic towards her and her brothers despite the fact that she was pale skinned/pale-haired AND had Valyrian roots/lineage? Because she refused to speak the Common tongue, kept to herself and her Essosi/Lyseni ladies-in-waiting, and worshipped various Essosi gods instead of adopting the Seven?

At the same time, there was the idea that people who worshipped different gods or/and looked as if they came from an area associated with such "foreign" types of worship or speak the same language a particular "native" way or eat similar enough sorts of food (i.e., Rhoynar are Essosi and Essosi don't worship the Seven near-ubiquitously like and Dornish people eat much more spicy foods), xenophobia can overlap with racism or really lead into it. As it would have done if Daeron I had been successful in conquering Dorne. That is how racism originated, btw--religion & class distinctions and not necessarily skin by itself.

It'd be more accurate to say Rhaenys is a mixed-lineage child.

I raise these maps bc I want to make it clear that Dorne is not that populous compared to other realms; only a few people live in the Red Mountains, the southern deserts, and the Greenblood river valley. As you can see, the major castles and most people live near or on the few rivers

This is the description of Dorne in terms of cities in AWoIaF -- "Dorne":

There are no cities in Dorne, though the so-called shadow city that clings to the walls of Sunspear is large enough to be counted as a town (a town built of mud and straw, it must be admitted). Larger and more populous, the Planky Town at the mouth of the river Greenblood is mayhaps the nearest thing the Dornish have to a true city, though a city with planks instead of streets, where the houses and halls and shops are made from poleboats, barges, and merchant ships, lashed together with hempen rope and floating on the tide.

AND

The Red Mountains that compose its western and northern boundaries have kept Dorne separate from the rest of the realm for thousands of years, though the deserts have played a role as well. Behind that wall of mountains, more than three-quarters of the land is an arid wasteland. Nor is the long southern coast of Dorne more hospitable, being for the most part a snarl of reefs and rocks, with few protected anchorages. Those ships that do put ashore there, whether by choice or chance, find little to sustain them; there are no forests along the coast to provide timber for repairs, a scarcity of game, few farms, and fewer villages where provisions might be obtained. Even freshwater is hard to come by, and the seas south of Dorne are rife with whirlpools and infested with sharks and kraken.

For more reading, you may look at 🔗this essay [excerpt]:

In the mountains, access to rivers and rainfall raised the Daynes and the Yronwoods to kingship - although clearly trade was equally an important factor, given the rise of the Fowlers who claimed no such water access but who dominated the Wide Way that is the major caravan route in and out of Dorne. In the southern deserts, water was so important that the political class were called "the lords of the wells," although technically the Drylands and Ullers were/are riverine rather than oasitic. The Greenblood gives us the best example of how geography and culture interact: here, the necessities of cooperation to construct extensive irrigation works, which take larger labor forces than any one in-group could provide, as well as the common reliance on a single river (which requires some means of negotiating water rights between upstream and downstream), contributed to the creation of an elective High Kingship in that region. Other aspects of geography can be shown to have shaped Dorne in other ways: the wind and water currents that cause the "big storms that formed down in the Summer Sea would pick up moisture moving north until they slammed into Cape Wrath. For some strange reason the storms never seemed to strike at Dorne, "which restricts agriculture to a few regions and leads to Dorne's "thinly peopled" status. The lack of accessible harbors along the southern coast of Dorne which restricts maritime commerce to the far east of Dorne (although I remain puzzled as to how merchants going from and to Lannisport or Oldtown do for water and other supplies).

So to that past anon who was all like "like climate and geography is not the same as culture", no it is not, but it definitely and always gives rise to the particular character of a culture as culture is basically humans' response to their environment.

This is the Greenblood, described as having "shallow" waters:

🎨: Juan Carlos Barquet

So we're trying to pin down whether the Martells AND Dorne are a PoC realm/people/etc, right? If we are talking about how "race" exists within the world itself, it is almost impossible to really transfer what we know as "race" onto characters from Dorne based on skin color alone bc their world is simply not like ours at the end of the day. The history & current conditions are not the same, even with it being similar in some ways I already described below to Spain's own history and the Welshmen's own histories.

I know that the comics may have Dornish characters that are "browner" than nonDornish Westerosi in skin color. But it is just a fact that GRRM made the Martells (as a unit/popilation/a people/a collective) and several "salty" Dornish to look more like European Southern and Mediterranean white people [look at the 2nd link above--that pic I showed of his blog answer to a specific question abt it]. Those white people that English and German people have thought of/racialized as the "spicy" whites bc their culture is a lot closer to the non white ME, North African, and other Asian influences throughout their own history and thus have had ME, North African, etc. influences in their own culture. It doesn't make those "white" EU territories any less "white" in our own many racial systems. But they are considered "lesser" whites, esp the darker they are.

Spain has a lot of Arabic architecture, the language is heavily influenced by Arabic bc of Ottoman, "Moor" (an exonym that encompassed several people: Arabs, Amazigh, and Muslim Europeans), and other non"white"EU peoples. There were "interracial"/interracial marriages here and there. There was the Umayyad conquest and the subsequent Muslim imperial control from 711–720s. You see all these influences in the foods and some other practices....it doesn't make Spain a non white country. Dorne is the fictional analogy of Spain (imperfectly, but closest of all we have) if Spain constantly fought to keep itself out of others' imperial rule, like the Welsh and Irish.

I actually say all this more or less HERE, & HERE too.

But to continue anyway:

AND the population of what we call Dorne also has paler skinned non-Martells like the Daynes, the Fowlers, and the Yronwoods. All these houses have pale skinned, a range of eye colored, and blonde haired members from time to time. They are what Daeron I called "stony" Dornish; those who had the least Rhoynish "influence", but still have the accent and some Rhoynar ancestry.

In that post I linked all the way above, I also already gave the picture of Oberyn Martell GRRM had referenced made by Amok, one of the few artists he says represents many of the canonical physical features of his characters. Some of which he personally instructed Amok with detailed descriptions himself. And Oberyn has "olive" toned skin, but so do many Greek, Spanish, Portuegese people.

As for "sandy" Dornish people they tend to be much darker than either the exonymically named "salty" and "stony" peoples. Examples are the Ullers & the Qorgyles. They also existed before Nymeria came around and were First Men/Andal peoples then, like most other Dornish Houses I listed. They were "white" before her arrival. Some maybe married a few of her female warriors OR the children of those women and the Martell/other "half" Dornish people and thus you have a line of people stretching from before the Conquest who people would call "mixed" but that's like saying that Spain is full of mixed people bc of their own long past history of mixed marriages. The Dornish are uniquely themselves, or supposed to be:

LINK to So Spake Martin on Dornish Influences

Now why did the population per mile, or the "thinly-populated" detail matter? To paint a picture of how many people we can actually maybe say a "brown" racially vs "white", and thus from what we see here, Dornish people are mostly "white", and even the Ullers and Qorgyles, in our own world's racialization, is racially "ambiguous" (again, how U.S. and I assume England would racialize...GRRM is born-raised American writing to a mostly American audience and will likely be writing under the racial understanding of Americans). Therefore, it is a "spicy white" territory/state. And it is not like the U.S. that has a history a different race from somewhere else colonizing/enslaving the "native" populations and then down the line we still see differences b/t the Dornish populations where darker Dornish are put oppressed and deliberately segregated from paler people and yield a "nation" with several different ethnicities. Dorne is a territory with different Rhoynish influences-by-degree, and nearly all still worship the Seven like Andal nonDornishmen. Nearly all "forgot" the Rhoynar language but still speak the common tongue with a noticeable accent bc of that Rhoynish influence (I tend to imagine it like if a person were always speaking English with a Spaniard Spanish accent). Nearly all the houses practice absolute primogeniture, unless we go more north ("stony"), and even here it's told it's "some", not all.

In their world, racialization is just...not the same as ours (I'm talking U.S. and England) and even under the evaluation of race-translation, the Dornish are apparently more Spaniard/Portuegese white than South East Asian-East Asian-Mid Eastern, etc.

Even with Aerys making as if she "smells" like a Dornish person--NW Europeans often did the same to S and Medite Europeans towards renaissance and the early mod period. Sometimes continue to do so even today, and to Central Europeans like those from the Balkans.

[weirdestbooks]

Wrong Reflection Chapter 13

A Difference in Morals (Wattpad | Ao3)

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America had started to feel…off over the past couple of days, something that he knew was linked to the fact that he was so far from home, from his states, from the things that made him feel normal. He felt…distant more often than not, his DID worsening with the stress and making it harder to focus and remember things. 

America missed his states a lot. Alabama’s Self-Reliance, Delaware’s Pride, Oregon’s Analytical Mind, Wisconsin’s Friendly Nature, and New Mexico’s Adaptability, those missing lights and feelings within him, he missed dearly. 

It wasn’t just the states he missed, but the land itself. The land here soothed that ache little, but it was less alive than his own, less comforting, less…real. 

It wasn’t his land. And he needed his land the same way he needed his states.

He was nothing without them. It was a burning, persistent ache that never went away, never calmed, and remained there, hollowing out his chest, dividing himself from himself. 

The micronations and cities could feel it, too. This was their land, but a pale imitation of it, something that might temporarily block whatever side effect was coming from being away from their land but wouldn’t hold it off forever. 

Not even being in the Land In Between felt like this. Even there, America could feel his land, like a second heartbeat alongside his own.

It was gone, and it hurt.

So, America began to do anything he could to distract himself from the pain. 

Starting with figuring out what the hell was wrong with the personifications of this world.

First, no Britain. That was fine. Great, even. It didn’t make sense, but if America had to get help from his abuser’s counterpart, he knew he would be in a worse headspace than he already was. There was no reason why there shouldn’t be a Britain, but they had a system worked out, and if it saved Alfred and the other British colonies from the pain of Britain’s abuse, America couldn’t be happier about it.

The British Isles all being brothers was equally as strange, especially Northern Ireland, who was born so much later, and from what America had gathered after the mother of the British Isles had died, so either family trees were really fucked up here, or the others were lying to Northern Ireland about his parentage. 

America elected to stay out of that business. Things involving Northern Ireland and their parents, at least in his world, always had a tendency to get messy.

America would leave that one alone. 

There were other strange things he had noticed, like the overabundance of people with blond hair, but the one thing that confused him most of all was Prussia. 

Their Prussia was alive. It made no sense. There was no land or people to anchor him, no country to allow him a body, and therefore no way for him to be alive.

It made no sense.

“And even if there were people for him to anchor to, France and USSR were insistent on seeing Prussia dead. Especially France. She was on the warpath. So even if he did survive, why would the others let him live?” James asked. America shrugged. 

“I don’t know. They seemed to have had the same Germany since the empire, which is equally as odd, considering…” America trailed off, knowing James would be able to complete the statement. 

“Too many live here that would have been killed back home,” Caleb commented, and America could practically hear the wry grin stretching across his face.

“Should we ask Alfred about that?” Mabel suggested, “He would have been involved in many of the events that we know have killed people and might be able to offer a perspective on why the personifications of the Axis powers were allowed to live.” 

“I don’t know. He seemed to be friends with this world’s Prussia, and I don’t want to step on any toes,” America said. 

“Uh, hi, am I interrupting something?” America then heard Matthew ask from behind him. America turned around, a polite smile on his face.

“No, just talking with the headmates about differences between our worlds,” America explained, fidgeting slightly. He knew they knew about the system, but talking with them and being overheard still made him so nervous after centuries of hiding them out of fear of being killed or put away in an insane asylum.

“About Gilbert being alive here?” Matthew asked. America blinked.

“If Gilbert is Prussia, yes. It seems…odd to me,” America said, trailing off before he really finished the thought. He had stepped on toes bringing up Prussia’s death and didn’t feel like souring relationships. 

“If you get a new personification every time there is a new government, I can see why. Gilbert is East Germany now. That’s how he survived,” Matthew explained, causing America’s confusion to grow.

“You still have an East Germany?” America asked. Matthew grimaced. 

“Yeah. I should have realized you didn’t. Sorry,” he said. America shrugged. 

“It’s okay. But, uh, how does that work?” 

“Oh, well, there can be more than one personification for a country sometimes. We have a North and South Italy as well,” Matthew explained. America frowned.

“It seems they are much less willing to kill each other if two countryhumans can exist at the same time with a civil war or internal domestic disputes,” James commented.

“I don’t understand this world,” America eventually said.

“Don’t worry, I don’t either,” Matthew said, smiling slightly as if he was trying to put America at ease. It was working, much to America’s chagrin. 

“Hey guys, I was thinking about making pasta for dinner. Does that work for you?” America then heard Alfred ask as his younger counterpart walked into the room.

“Yeah,” America said, stretching slightly. Alfred frowned, turning to Matthew.

“Am I missing something?” he asked.

“Just another conversation about world differences,” Matthew explained, “Based on…well, you know, what we learned at the last world meeting.”

America looked away from Alfred, not wanting to see the look on his counterpart’s face at the reminder.

“Oh, that,” Alfred said, voice tight. 

“I’m sorry,” America said. He hadn’t been as involved in Prussia’s death as the others, but he still had a role to play in it, and if it provided Alfred with a sense of comfort, that was good enough for America. 

“It’s not your fault. We’re lucky that our Prussia survived. I guess…I guess it hadn’t hit me how lucky we were until I learned your world didn’t have that same luck,” Alfred said.

“Luck then? Were they trying to keep their Prussia alive, then?” Caleb asked, voice confused. 

“I mean…” America began, unsure how to word it, “I wouldn’t say we were unlucky.”

“What does that mean?” Matthew asked, a strange look on his face, a look that was mirrored by Alfred. Well, Alfred looked a little bit angrier, but it was close enough.

“I mean that it wasn’t an accident that she died. France and the USSR were on the warpath and wanted Prussia to die like Nazi Germany did. Britain and I agreed, and together, we killed her through Law No. 46 within the ACC. We didn’t murder her by hand, but…we didn’t try to save her. We knew that the law was going to kill her, and we were glad about it. Nazi Germany was dead, and we were going to ensure the other personification we blamed for the war died as well,” America said, eyes fixed on the wall behind them so he didn’t have to look them in the eyes. 

“Okay, but that was just a political thing—I… that’s politics and typically spearheaded by humans. You just went along with it, right?” Alfred asked. America shrugged.

“Not when it came to the Empire of Japan,” Mabel said, “Although you would have been justified in killing after what she did to Kentucky.”

“Most political stuff, yes. Some I was more or less involved in, some I wanted dead, and others I wished that there was a way to preserve the life of those who were about to die. It changed based on the situation and circumstances,” America offered. 

“Okay, okay,” Alfred said, sounding panicked, “But it’s just political stuff that you’ve been involved with. You haven’t actually killed anyone with your bare hands.”

The question was rhetorical, but that didn’t stop America from flinching anyway, panic growing in his throat.

He hadn’t wanted to kill New England Confederation or New Sweden, but Father didn’t give him a choice, and he made America do it.

He didn’t have a choice. His body was taken from him, and dimly, America realized he was shaking. America tried to push the thoughts of those two from his mind, hearing James whisper gently to him.  “James, please,” he whispered, retreating and letting James take control.

[vikings-til-valhalla]

When I was in kindergarten, my music teacher showed the class the famous movie "The Sound of Music". It took several classes to finish it, but I didn't remember anything about it except for one scene where Maria stood on a hill singing that line, "The hills are alive with the sound of music." Everything else became a total blank.

Today, I rewatched it with my mother for the first time in almost 20 years. And all I can say is this:

1. I'm damn surprised a teacher was allowed to show this to kindergarteners.

2. I'm damn mad at myself for not remembering the literal entire point of the movie, which is love and loyalty through love, whether for better or worse.

The horrors of Nazi Germany, and escaping them, it makes me think of what my family had to go through to escape themselves. That's right. I had several family members who, back in the 1940s, fled Germany to avoid being forced into Naziism. They made it onto a boat, and went to Canada, but that's as far as I was ever told. My grandma, old as she was, couldn't remember much more, so she hadn't told any of her kids beyond this.

But it makes me think. My grandma, too, was part of a convent of nuns. She also fell in love and left, married, and had 5 children, although they'd lived in America at the time and continued to do so until this day. Just like Maria fell in love with Georg despite being a nun, and together, as a family, they all fled. Because they loved each other, and they prevailed for the sake of love. It was horrifying, their escape. Traumatic, and full of fear. Fear that, to me, was real. Because somewhere, in the past, my family experienced it firsthand themselves, and were too horrified to tell anyone the whole story.

I remember in 5th grade, a kid in my class had either a grandfather or an uncle (I forget which) who'd escaped a concentration camp. That relative published a book on the experience, came into class, and read it aloud to us, or at least part of it. And... it was just as terrifying to me as when I'd met former slaves who came to my class years beforehand to talk about their experiences as well. It was the 2000s. And yet, these people lived, had stories to tell, experiences to share, and I'm damn lucky I had the opportunity to meet them, hear them out, and learn about history at such a young age specifically from those who'd experienced it themselves.

For years as a kid, I knew Nazis were awful. I felt horrible about being a huge part German growing up because of this. But when I learned my family's story, or what little of it that I know, I started to take pride. Pride in the fact that they actively went against oppression, and gave life to a legacy that continues today where, even though I'm just one person long descended from them, I have experienced all kinds of oppression myself, and met people whose experiences are parallel but distant from my own, and we've stuck together for our lives to fight oppression ourselves.

I've met folks from all walks of life. I've seen everyone who's gone through everything imaginable. I've gone through a lot of stuff myself, things I can barely speak of because they're horrifying to me. And it's because of this that I choose to do whatever it takes to help anyone and everyone find safety, happiness, and freedom.

My distant relatives did the same, and created a family with the hopes that they'd live better lives someday, as everyone who becomes a parent hopes. And thus, I fight for a future of the same desire: make it better for everyone. When you leave, make sure things are better than when you arrived.

Fuck Nazis. Fuck oppression. Fuck supremacy.

Fight for freedom. And, on that note, free Palestine. For the love of everything, free them. This is a more than a massacre, it's a genocide. I've been through massacres myself. This is far worse than that.

Keep taking action, keep protesting, keep fighting, keep flooding politicians with messages, keep donating to Palestinian organizations, keep hearing the voices of Palestinians because they're here and they will tell you what must be done to help them. Do not stop. Ever. The future depends on everyone together fighting for the safety and freedom of one another.

From the river to the sea. Free Palestine.

[301-302]

Deutschland bleiche Mutter (Germany Pale Mother | Helma Sanders-Brahms | 1980)

[thoughtfullovephilosopher]

Nora was struck by lightning and Jason saw it She took her with her and made her into a doll She was a 14 year old teenager who could convince her mother to fly somewhere else to vacation she came from Germany*

Her skin was dark and she has brown hair and black eyes*

Jason changed her appearance*

Now She had pale skin Hair and her hair is brown on the left side and snow white on the right

She had green eyes on the left and yellow on the right

And is smaller than jason She has curls

Name: nora

Old: 14

Favoritecolor: green

Alive: doll

Birthday: 8.7

Hobbies: listening to music and drawing

What she like: creepypasta drawing

relatives: Mother: unknown

Father: unknown

[ilovebeingcringe]

Just putting this here for context about the lore of my tmnt oc I have on TikTok 👀 This is ridiculously long sorry 🙃

Full name: Nicolette Hoffman

Ethnicity: German American

Languages: English, German, Russian, Spanish, French, Japanese

Age: 16

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 142 Ibs.

Skin color: Pale

Eye color: Green

Hair color/style: Hot pink, emo fringe, pixie cut

Personality: Very unhinged, risky and borderline insane, but an incredibly smart prodigy and very skilled mixed martial artist. She has a cocky and prideful personality and almost never takes anything seriously. She's disciplined and wise beyond her years and can give good advice when asked for it, but mostly stays on the sidelines and watches things go down instead of intervening. She loves to crack jokes and push people's buttons. Getting her to take something seriously would require doing something that'd really make her mad. She secretly hates herself for many reasons and tries not to attach herself or tie herself down to anyone. She's afraid, more than anything, of making a connection only for it to fall apart.

Backstory: Nikki's parents were both overachievers and highly respected people. Her father was a very famous German MMA fighter and a war hero. He was seen as an inspiration to all. Her mother was one of the smartest biochemists in the U.S. and has received many rewards for discovering and creating new cures for the incurable. While Nikki wasn't as well known as her parents, her mom and dad were seen as picture perfect and the ideal couple. But in reality Nikki lived an unhealthy home life and her parents treated her horribly. They wanted to continue upholding their family name once Nikki was old enough and expected her to be just as smart, strong and skilled as both of them combined. Nikki's father-who was also secretly a mob boss-put her through cruel, torturous daily training on top of constant stressful studying and high education levels, insisted by her cold, workaholic mother. Nikki was expected to train and study every second of everyday. Throughout Nikki's training, her father had her come with him to and from Germany for many years of her life to participate in underground training programs that involved putting Nikki through insanely dangerous expeditions and assignments. She was forced to do terrible things that she's still ashamed of that include murder and theft and she thinks of herself as a monster. With the constant stress and pressure, her mental health had deteriorated the older she got and she would often rebel against and lash out at her parents. As a troubled teen wanting attention from her parents-whether it be good or bad-Nikki quickly grew to find immense joy in the reactions she'd get from them. She'd dye her hair, wear crazy clothes and purposely start fights. Ashamed of their daughter, Nikki's parents would keep her hidden from media.

She took advantage of her knowledge and education, using what she learned as the daughter of a biochemist, to create her own poisoness weapons. This included jelly pellets laced with chemicals that she'd shoot her enemies with, using black and pink guns she built herself. They can burn through solids, explode, stick to things, blind people, etc. Or they can just hurt really bad and feel like a punch in the face. She also had many small hidden, custom, poison-based weapons she created, hidden within her utility belt. Which is why she wears her gas mask and goggles-so she can protect herself. Her main weapon she used for hand to hand combat was a spiked mallet.

When Nikki was 13, the Kraang discovered her mother's work as a scientist and wanted to use her for testing. They broke into her family's home and kidnapped Nikki's mother, leaving her father distraught and spiraling. Because the police weren't any help, he went out of his way to look for Nikki's mom himself. He sent Nikki to live her aunt in the meantime. Her dad completely stopped contacting her and went missing while on his journey. Unbeknownst to Nikki, both her parents died at the hands of Kraang.

Nikki's aunt on the other hand hated her father and disowned him several years prior. She wasn't prepared to take care of Nikki and couldn't get over how much she looked like her dad. Her aunt was a successful multimillionaire and ceo, who was always busy and often traveling. She thought it'd be a bad situation for both of them if she had to drag Nikki along with her, so her best alternative was to buy her old apartment in NYC for Nikki to live in. She'd send money, taking care of all of Nikki's expenses while expecting Nikki to take care of herself. If Nikki's aunt was ever asked to be present for any important events-such as a parent/teacher conference for school-her aunt would have her assistant substitute in her place.

Nikki spent the next two years in her new home learning how to take care of herself and attending the same school as April and Casey. She was often outcasted due to her insane behavior and scary personality, as well as rebellious tendencies that none of the staff had any patience for. Meanwhile, Nikki was secretly taking after her father's poor decisions and was looking for her parents herself. As much as she hated the way they treated her, she was still a conflicted teenager and they were the only family she had. She didn't want to be alone in NYC any longer than she needed to. After hearing many rumors about mutants hiding in the city, Nikki went undercover as a secret assassin who'd take up jobs from underground gangs and businesses, such as the Foot Clan, Don Vizioso, the Purple Dragons, etc. She'd use this persona to sneak around and gather any information she could find about the Kraang.

In the earlier seasons, when Karai was still considered Shredder's daughter, Karai-impatient and vengeful-secretly hired Nikki behind Shredder's back to stalk the turtles and uncover their secret base. The turtles wound up catching Nikki stalking them, and tried fighting her off. Nikki, however, was too skilled for them. She found immense joy in teasing them and pushing their buttons, while avoiding their hits and punches. As they fought, she mocked and ridiculed them while cracking wise jokes until they'd blow a gasket. After being beaten, the turtles ended up having to retreat and run away to their lair before Nikki could catch them in time. She was intrigued and very interested in the fact that they were mutants, thinking they could somehow be connected to the Kraang, and wanted to continue secretly working under Karai so she could learn more about them. Nikki eventually became one of the turtles many regularly known villains. She loved getting a rise out of them and taunting them until they'd lose their tempers. This led to Master Splinter teaching them the importance of patience and control and that it's best not to give Nikki a reaction. After lots of practicing and planning they finally defeated Nikki and caught her with April and Casey. They tied her up and interrogated her in an abandoned warehouse, which Nikki did not take seriously in the slightest.

April and Casey were both fascinated and surprised that their classmate was a full-fledged assassin. Nikki was more than capable of escaping, but humored them anyway and took the situation as an opportunity to learn more about the turtles and possibly getting information on the Kraang. After lots of back and forth, they finally dropped the bomb on her of their knowledge about the Kraang. Nikki demanded that they gave her more information, immediately standing up from the chair she was tied to, that she had already secretly escaped from prior. They refused however and tried to fight her back, only for her to immediately fight them off and run away so she could gather more intel. They were all very confused and curious. As one of her peers, April felt empathetic and suggested they tried befriending her. Casey and the turtles immediately dejected the idea though.

Weeks later, while sneaking around in a Kraang base to look for data that Donnie needed, the turtles, April, and Casey ran into Nikki who also managed to find the base. There was lots of back and forth bickering, as Nikki didn't want to admit she was there to look for her parents to a bunch of strangers, until April and Leo convinced everyone to stop arguing so they wouldn't get caught. They convinced Nikki to work together with them so they could all find what they were looking for. Reluctantly Nikki and everyone else agreed. After lots of sneaking around they found a computer room to hack into and look through all the Kraang's files. Nikki couldn't help but antagonize Donnie and compare their knowledge and hacking skills with each other, boasting how much smarter she is than him.

Donnie eventually found the data he needed and gathered it in a specialized usb he made as Nikki continued looking through all the files of the humans the Kraang had captured and used over the years. In doing so, she discovered under both her parent's files that they were dead. They were all surprised and slightly impressed upon discovering that she was the daughter of two very famous and highly respected people who went missing two years ago. April, who genuinely felt bad, tried to console Nikki, but Nikki snapped back at her and everyone else. She felt dejected, angered and enraged. Nikki and the turtles went back to bickering. She scolded them on their nosiness and prying, insisting she told them over and over that her intentions with the Kraang were none of their business. They argued back that she was a sketchy assassin and they needed to know what she was up to. They're arguing alerted nearby Kraang droids which led to them

getting cornered. Nikki's rage for her parents and psychotic risk-taking tendencies overcame her and she fought the droids single-handedly. Her skills and bravery allowed her and the turtle crew to escape the base safely. However, after they escaped, the many hits and blows Nikki took all caught up to her at once and she collapsed from exhaustion and pain. April insisted that they should help Nikki with a strong and firm-toned lecture about their petty rivalry, and the turtles finally gave in and brought Nikki to their base to ask Master Splinter to help heal her.

Nikki woke up after a few hours in the dojo, surprised and on edge, only relaxing after being given a brief explanation as to what happened. Knowing she owed them for saving her, Nikki reluctantly explained what happened to her parents and what she was doing in NYC. They all empathized with her and offered their friendship. Nikki was very hesitant to get close with anyone, but felt inclined to accept their truce anyway, brushing them off as "acquaintances" instead.

After a few years of being close "acquaintances" fighting along side each other, etc. Nikki gradually grew closer to the crew and developed relationships with each of them. She spent a lot of time with Donnie in his lab-much to his dismay-constantly teasing and tormenting him, while silently watching the strange love triangle between him, April and Casey on the sidelines. She felt very conflicted and uneasy upon discovering her little crush she had on April as well, but never intervened, knowing it would only make things more complicated. She also was too hesitant starting a romantic relationship with anyone, afraid it'd conflict with her traumatic past and self-hatred, on top of her constant fear of losing more of her loved ones. Over time, Master Splinter became somewhat of a father figure to Nikki as he was the only adult she ever encountered who had enough patience, care and understanding for her.

Throughout even more time, Nikki slowly let her walls down, letting the weird little bunch of mutants become a more integral part of her life. Through a very slow burn, she and April eventually began a relationship and Nikki eventually considered the rest of the turtle crew as the loving family she never had.

[acslytherpuff]

Get to know my MC:

Alvin Hayoung

Name: Alvin Hayoung

Birth date: october 6

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 16 (in game) = 17 (real age)

Sexuality: straight

Blood status: pure blood

Ethnicity: German - Korean

House: Hufflepuff

Birthplace: Mainz (Germany)

Languages: german, korean, english, french, japanese

patronus: dragon

amortentia: sweets, jasmine, leather, almond

personal color: grey - black

APPEARANCE

Alvin has a mixed appearance. His hair is really fluffy and a bit long. His eyes are his top feature (they‘re showing his a bit of korean side which he is really proud of). He has a little stub nose. He is really tall and you can see the quidditch player in his build. He is mostly smiling.

hair color: dark brown to black.

skin: pale / beige

eye color: brown

build: normal, sporty

height: 6‘3

features: Moles on his Face, little dimples when he smiles

Clothes: he really likes to wear a plain shirt with his House Tie or his Quidditch Uniform.

PERSONALITY

Alvin is a really cute, friendly and calm soul. He is called „Hufflepuff sunshine“ not without a reason. He is everybodys darling because he is really capable with everyone. He likes to help people and making everyone happy. He also has a good sense of Humor and can be a very good class clown. He has very good manners. He will never judge anyone! He is very open minded and likes to interact with other people/ students. He is also very emotional and empathic. The only situation where he is really really really serious is while playing quidditch. When someone is attacking his friends he can get serious to and *protector mode on*.

Positive Traits: Funny, Caring, Loving, Sweet, very very Friendly, walking green flag , passionate

Negative Traits: sometimes to open to people, naive

Likes: his friends, baking, pets, quidditch, winter, physical and verbal affection, travelling, sweets, dinosaurs, music, family time

Dislikes: Negativity, mean people, lies, betraying

Fears: being alone, nightmares, fire (not including spells which he‘s casting)

QUICK BACKSTORY

Alvin was born and raised in Germany in a wealthy household full of love. When he was 10 he, his brothers and his parents moved to Korea because his Mother found a job there and he should learn more about his other culture. One night he had a Nightmare in which he saw really strong fire and a lot of dead people. Later that night his parents got alarmed that his Grandma died in a House fire. He had a really strong bond to his Grandma so he didn‘t slept for a long time after that tragic accident because he thought it was his fault. He also had a lot of strange dreams before it which got all true. His Parents believed he could see the future or like predict the future in his dreams. One night he dreamed that he got spelled with a unforgiveable. His parents got worried so they did teach him the Imperius Curse to protect himself, but nothing happened. When he reached that age he got invited to Hogwarts and moved back to Europe with his Parents and siblings. Even with his Trauma alvin always stays positive and has the best Time in Hogwarts. Also learning more about his ability in combination with Magic. He keeps his ability a secret to protect people. (Only a few does know about it)

RELATIONSHIPS

Matty Ambrose - THIS IS HIS GIRL and only his ! Matty is his Girlfriend and he is madly deeply in love with her. 🥹 he would do anything for her. They‘ve known eachother from classes but he fell in love with her while playing quidditch.

His Brothers and Parents - alvin has a really really close relationship to his family and does everything for them. His brothers are his best friends. His older brother is one year above him (but has to re-do 7th year) while his little brother is studying abroad.

Cassie Luna - Alvin and Cassie are really close. Besties. She is one of the few who know about his Dreams and she comforts him when he is anxious or had such dreams. He loves her like a sister and his parents are also hers. She‘s precious family to him.

Other Students - alvin has love for everyone and so do everyone for him. He is quite popular and not without a reason. He does everything for everyone and doesn‘t want to have anything for that only a smile :) he is good with everyone!

close friends: tori, alyn, ellie, jamie, florence, damien, val, theo, ale, cal, Phillip

> RANDOM FACTS < (… more incoming)

- alvin has a Maltese dog as his Pet which is called „Minky“

- He is the Hufflepuffs quidditch Seeker, he started as a seeker because he was already so good.

- He can sing and play the guitar

- He has a Korean accent when he‘s talking in german but a German accent when he‘s talking english

- his laugh is very LOUD

- he smells very good (cassie says he‘s the best smelling boy at hogwarts)

- he uses a lot of korean slang words

- he‘s in „the rizzies“ along with theo and jamie

[farasen]

i love that you draw deniz skin a bit darker than it is in the show!!! i really wish the show had more diversity. i know it is over a decade old and idk what the reality in germany was at the time (not from there), but nobody in this series is not pasty white except deniz, that one scout from the 1fc and kong who i think is supposed to be asian? correct me if i am wrong. but yeah, i wish deniz was not this pale.

He deserves some melanin. Funny enough, Erol is a bit darker in the first season, while with Deniz they decided to make him less pale only in the second season. Both of them look white as fuck anyway.

Also, I know I said earlier, that I headcanon his mother to be either Turkish or German, but then I remmebered that there's Rocce in the books, who I believe to be one of the prototypes for Deniz, and who's also Brazilian. Now I kiiinda like the idea that Deniz is also half-Latino...

Kong is canonically Chinese in the films, but which guy from the 1fc are you talking about? Is it the ginger one? I can only remember him being with monolid eyes, and even then they gave him other shape right after.