#Mimi’s endless Ocs

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Mimi's Endless Ocs

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Summary:

Benjamin Lee Hopper was born on July 4th,1967. He was a product of a one-night stand between a woman named Ellen and his father Jim Hopper. He first met his dad when he was only two weeks old after being left on his dad's front porch with a note from his mother claiming he didn’t want him.

As Ben got older, he started having weird dreams, most of the time it would have been shrugged off by his dad and then stepmother Diane as it being a normal child having vivid dreams. But then the dreams started turning into nightmares right before his little sister Sarah got sick. His parents couldn’t pay much attention to Ben at that point since they were focused on trying to get Sarah well, but then she ended up dying. 

The nightmares had gotten worse after that. It ended up getting to the point where one terrifying night on September 7th,1979 his dad rushed him to the doctor to help get rid of them. 

It had worked for a while but years later, in 1983, Ben's dreams were back. He was dreaming of a girl in a hospital gown and then Will screaming right before he went missing. 

Every year after that… the dreams would get worse and worse, with different monsters and threats to his friends and family.

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CHAPTER THREE ━━ Mia, The Menace

❀ ━ pairing: paige bueckers x oc (jo jacobson)

❀ ━ word count: 4.6K

❀ ━ warnings: none i think

❀ ━ links: my masterlist, nobody gets me masterlist

❀ ━ author’s note: sigh another filler i’m sorry guys next chapter is when things actually start happening ….. also will u guys pls lmk if y’all like this series so far bc i feel like i’ve been writing it so shitty i’m sorry 🫠

THE AIR in Jo’s family home feels warmer than she remembers, thick with the lazy ease of summer afternoons in Boston. She’s sprawled out on the couch in the living room, half in Asher’s lap, her back pressed against his chest. The TV hums in the background, some half-forgotten show playing on low volume, but neither of them is paying much attention to it. Instead, their focus is on Mia, Jo’s eight-year-old little sister, who’s commanding the room as she rehearses her dance routine.

The house feels bigger than it ever does when Jo’s parents are home, their absence leaving behind a peculiar stillness that’s only occasionally interrupted by Mia’s bursts of energy. Her parents are celebrating their anniversary weekend in Maine, indulging in some much-deserved quiet while leaving Jo in charge of their youngest child. Jo doesn’t mind; after all, it’s July—her off-month—and she’s back in Boston for a brief stint of home-cooked meals and family chaos before heading back to Storrs in August. Babysitting Mia, however, is proving to be a full-time job in itself—which Jo probably should’ve expected.

Mia’s energy is endless. Right now, she’s twirling and leaping across the living room, her movements surprisingly precise for a kid her age. She’s dressed in a sparkly leotard and pink tights, her hair tied in an elaborate bun she’d made Jo do before this—because, well, if Jo is good for anything, it’s doing hair. During summer sessions, half the team made her do their braids before practice—Paige especially, the blonde hopeless at doing her own—and Jo knows it’ll only get worse when the season starts up.

Jo tries to keep a watchful eye on her sister, but she can’t help but be distracted by her boyfriend. He’s absentmindedly tracing small circles across the middle of her thigh, and she can feel his heart beating against her back. When she glances up at him, she can’t help but grin at the softness of his smile as he claps along with Mia’s haphazard twirls, the way he leans into the couch—into Jo—like he belongs here. Which, he does. He always has.

“Joey!” Mia calls, her voice sharp and commanding for an eight-year-old. She pauses mid-spin to put her hands on her hips, her small frame vibrating with indignation. “You’re not watching!”

Jo blinks, pulling herself out of her thoughts. “I am watching,” she defends, though it’s not quite true. She sits up a little straighter against Asher, nudging him as if to say help me out here. “You’re doing great, Mia. Keep going.”

Mia narrows her eyes, clearly unconvinced. “Ugh,” she groans, glaring at her older sister. “Payton always gives me better advice. You just say, ‘good job.’ That’s not going to help if I want to be the best dancer in the entire world, Jo!”

Jo exchanges a look with Asher, who’s barely holding back a laugh. Payton, Jo and Mia’s older sister, is a professional dancer living in New York City—a career Mia idolizes. Unlike Jo, who’s spent her life on the basketball court, Payton is everything Mis wants to be: graceful, disciplined, and impossibly good at pirouettes. It’s a path Jo has no interest in, which is probably why Mia constantly reminds her she’s the least qualified coach in the family.

“Well, yeah,” Jo says with a shrug. “Payton’s a pro. She’s, like, me in basketball but with dance. I’m just here to cheer you on, don’t really know what to tell you’s right or wrong, Mimi.”

Mia just groans again, even more dramatic this time, launching into another leap across the floor. Asher leans closer to Jo, his lips brushing against her ear as he drops his voice to a whisper. “Tough crowd.”

Jo snorts softly. “You have no idea,” she murmurs back.

Mia finishes her routine with a fluoride, throwing one arm in the air as if she’s just landed a gold medal-winning move at the Olympics. Asher claps loudly, a grin inching across his face. “Amazing, Mee!” he says enthusiastically, though he’d say that even if her performance was outright awful. “You’re getting even better than Payton, I think.”

For once, Mia doesn’t respond with her usual sass. Typically, when it comes to Asher, Mia’s either teasingly threatening him or biting at him or calling him funny names—she’s a menace child if Jo’s ever met one. But instead, Mia actually smiles at the boy, her cheeks flushed pink from exertion. “Thanks,” she says cheerfully, and Jo stares at her in disbelief.

“Wow,” the point guard says, raising an eyebrow, impressed. “You smiled at him. And thanked him. I think that’s a first.”

“Progress,” Asher claims, smiling broadly down at Jo.

Mia, on the other hand, sticks her tongue out at her older sister before collapsing onto the rug, sighing dramatically. “I’m exhausted. Someone get me a glass of water.”

“Get one yourself,” Jo tells her, already pulling out her phone. She scrolls through her notifications lazily, her thumb pausing when Paige’s name lights up her screen.

PB 😱😱

Got a nike event in Boston tmrw morning

Soooo we’re hanging out after

No negotiations

Jo’s lips twitch into a smile.

Ma freshie 💘

obviously

what time?

Paige replies almost instantly.

PB 😱😱

Like noon?

Don’t bail jojo

Jo shakes her head, rolling her eyes to herself. Paige never fails to amuse.

Asher, whose chin is now pressed against Jo’s hair, his gaze on her text. He asks, “So, you and her are really tight now, huh?”

Jo shrugs, because, well, kinda, duh. “I mean, we do live together,” she says, as if that explains everything.

“Yeah, but she’s Bueckers,” he replies, saying her name like it means something. Which, even though Paige would say it doesn’t, it totally does. “That’s a huge deal. She’s, like, insane on the court. Seen all the highlights.”

Jo doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she lets her mind wander to the past month and a half—the morning runs, the late-night shooting, the quiet moments in their shared apartment, the not-so-quiet playful bickering. Paige isn’t just her teammate or her roommate. She’s… something else entirely. Someone Jo can’t quite put into words—an enigma, maybe. “She’s just Paige,” Jo murmurs finally, her voice softer now.

Asher grins. “I’ve gotta meet her sometime. Best introduce me soon, Jo.”

“You’ll like her,” she replies, confidence threading her voice. She can already picture how Paige would probably charm the hell out of him without even trying—she does it to everyone, after all. “She’s… yeah, she’s cool.”

From the rug, Mia sits up suddenly, as if she’s finally hearing the conversation, her curiosity clearly piqued. “Who’s Paige?”

Jo blinks at her. “My roommate,” she responds simply. “You knew that.”

“And teammate,” Asher adds.

“She knew that, too.”

Mia crosses her arms, her tone all business now, ignoring Jo’s last comment. “Is she nice?”

“Yeah,” Jo answers easily. “She’s great. Super chill, really funny.”

“Is she good at basketball?” Mia fired back.

Jo grins. “One of the best.”

“Bet she’s better than you.”

Jo throws one of the throw pillows on the couch at her sister’s head. “Shut up, Mia.”

Mia just giggles, dodging the pillow with ease. Asher laughs, shaking his head as he watches the two sisters bicker, more than familiar with it.

For all her teasing, Jo can’t shake the warm, almost buzzing feeling in her chest. She’s excited to see Paige tomorrow. For reasons she can’t explain, she’s missed her a lot these past couple weeks they’ve been away from campus. It’s probably just because going from basically spending every waking minute with one another to none at all is a little odd.

Probably.

THE JULY sun beats down on Boston, and Paige feels it’s warmth seeping into her skin as she walks along the tree-lined streets near the Commons. The Nike event she attended this morning went off without a hitch, just a casual appearance with some photos and a couple clips filmed that they’ll probably put into an add. But now, she’s got the rest of the day free. The thought makes her grin as she thumbs out a quick text to Jo.

PB 😱😱

All done 😊😊

Where u at?

It takes Jo less than a minute for Jo to reply, sending a pin for a location that’s about a half mile away. Paige starts walking, but a follow-up text rings before she’s even crossed the street.

Ma freshie 💘

mia and i are by the ice cream shop

hurry pls, she’s losing her mind

The next message is a picture of Mia making a ridiculous face, her lips twisted and one eye squinting in mock disgust. Paige snorts out a laugh right there on the sidewalk, the noise starts ling a couple walking by. She doesn’t care, though. The kid already seems like a riot, and Paige is oddly excited to meet her.

The stories Jo’s told her about Mia over the past month and a half come rushing back: the eight-year-old’s uncanny ability to get under people’s skin, her endless energy, and her knack for saying the wildest things at the worst times. Paige has been looking forward to meeting her, though she’s still not sure if it’s because she’s genuinely curious about the so-called “demon child” or if she just wants to see Jo in full big-sister mode.

When Paige rounds the final corner, she spots them immediately. Jo is standing near a brightly colored ice cream shop, her arms crossed, her face pinched in annoyance as she talks to a smaller figure—Mia, presumably. Mia, on the other hand, looks completely unbothered, her tiny hands on her hips as she talks back with the kind of confidence that only a sassy little girl could muster.

Paige slows her steps, taking in the scene with a grin tugging at her lips. Jo’s wearing a simple outfit—ripped jean shorts that show off her long legs, a tightly-fitted white tube top, and a Red Sox cap pulled low over her face. It’s casual, but there’s something about the way she looks so effortlessly good in it that makes Paige pause for half a second longer than she should.

Her stomach dips unexpectedly, and Paige frowns to herself. Relax.

Still, as Paige approaches, she can’t help but notice the way Jo’s tan skin seems to glow under the sun, how smooth her legs look. Paige shakes her head, forcing her thoughts back on track. Because, seriously, the fuck is she even thinking about?

Clearing her throat, Paige makes her presence known. Jo turns, her annoyed expression instantly replaced by something brighter—her eyes lighting up, a wide grin spreading across her face.

“Hey, JoJo,” Paige greets teasingly, the nickname rolling off her tongue before she can stop it.

Jo’s grin falters for half a second, and she seats Paige’s arm lightly. “Quit calling me that.”

Paige smirks. “Nah.”

Before Jo can retort, Mia steps forward, her curious gaze fixed on Paige. The little girl is smaller than Paige expected, with a mop of dark curls and big brown eyes that seem to take in everything. Paige crouches down to her level, offering a hand.

“And you must be Mia,” she says warmly. “I’m Paige.”

Mia doesn’t take her hand right away. Instead, she gives Paige a long, exaggerated once-over, her gaze hard as she studies her. The blonde tries not to fidget, but it’s hard under the little girl’s piercing eyes. Jo wasn’t kidding; Mia’s got this quiet intensity that’s a little intimidating, even if she’s only eight-year-old and Paige is twenty.

Finally, Mia breaks into a grin and giggles as she takes Paige’s hand. “Hi,” she says, her voice lilting.

Paige relaxes, smiling back easily. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard lots about you.”

Mia tilts her head. “From Jo?”

“Yeah,” Paige remixes with a grin. “She talks about you all the time.”

Mia beams at this, clearly pleased, while Jo mutters something under her breath that Paige doesn’t catch.

Paige chuckles a little as she stands. “Sooo, ice cream, right?” she asks.

Mia’s eyes light up and she grabs Paige’s hand like she’s known her her whole life rather than a minute or two. “Yes! Best ice cream in Boston!”

Jo snorts, falling into step beside them, shoulder brushing against Paige’s lightly. “She says that about every ice cream place we go to,” she mumbles, though there’s an undeniable softness in her tone.

“It is the best,” Mia insist, her voice full of conviction.

Paige grins. “Guess I’ll have to see for myself.”

The moment they step inside the ice cream shop, Paige is hit with a wave of sugary air and the sound of chatter. It’s buzzing in here, bigger and more crowded than she expected, almost every table occupied, with kids laughing, parents corralling them. The line snakes almost to the door, and Paige glances down at Mia, who’s still clutching her hand tightly.

“Looks like this place is the best,” Paige observes, smiling down at the little girl. Mia beams back up at her, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Told you!” she chirps, voice triumphant.

Paige can’t help but laugh softly. She glances over at Jo, who’s scanning the menu above the counter. The sunlight streaming through the shop window catches on the stray wisps of Jo’s hair that escape from under her Red Sox cap. Paige tries not to let her eyes linger too long on the curve of Jo’s jawline or the way her tube top leaves the expanse of her collarbones and neck exposed.

Jesus Christ, she doesn’t know what’s wrong with herself today.

The line moves slowly, but Paige doesn’t mind. Mia fills the time with a steady stream of chatter, never letting go of the blonde. She tells her about her favorite ice cream flavor (superman), her least favorite vegetables (brussel sprouts), and their family dogs (a dachshund named Dory and a golden retriever named Murph).

Paige listens attentively, nodding and laughing at all the right moments. She’s used to this—her own siblings are just as chatty, and she’s always been good at humoring them. There’s something comforting about Mia’s unfiltered enthusiasm; it reminds Paige of home in a way that makes her chest ache just a little.

As they inch closer to the counter, the line passes by a display of candy shelves, and that’s when it happens. Mia freezes mid-sentence, her eyes locking into something with the kind of laser focus that only a kid ready for a sugar high can muster.

“Oh my gosh,” Mia breaths, pointing to a massive rainbow-swirled lollipop almost as big as her head. She finally removes her hand from Paige’s to start tugging at Jo, begging, “Joey, please, please, can I get it? Please?”

Paige blinks a little at the nickname. Joey. She’s never heard anyone call Jo that before—she thought the only one she had was the one she hates that the whole team’s started using for her (JoJo). But Paige thinks Joey’s cute. In fact, she files it away in the back of her mind.

“No. Definitely not,” Jo says immediately, shaking her head down at Mia.

Mia’s face scrunches up in exaggerated disbelief. “What? Why?”

Paige glances between them, finally seeing what Jo meant about Mia being a demon child. The girl’s dramatic flair is something else entirely.

Jo sighs heavily. “Because the last time we were here, Mom bought you one, and you threw it up on the way home. It was gross, Mia.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Mia whines, still eyeing the lollipop like it’s the holy grail.

“It was that bad,” Jo counters.

“But it tasted sooo good,” Mia insists, dragging out the words as she tugs at Jo’s arm again.

Jo raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Did it taste good when it came back up?”

Mia stops short, her small face scrunching up in thought. The gears are clearly turning in her head as she considers this. And just as suddenly as the argument started, Mia lets out a resigned sigh and steps away from the candy display.

“Fine,” she mumbles, sounding defeated.

Jo smiles to herself, clearly pleased, and Paige has to bite back a laugh at the entire sibling interaction.

“Nice save,” she says under her breath, leaning slightly toward Jo as they start moving forward in line again.

Jo glances at her, their faces closer than usual, though she doesn’t seem to notice. Her smile just widens as she responds, “You learn a few tricks when you’ve been stuck around her for eight years.”

Paige chuckles softly, watching Mia bound up to the counter like she’s on a mission, finally their turn to order. The little girl presses her hands against the glass case, scanning the vibrant tubs of ice cream with a dramatic level of intensity.

“I want Superman!” Mia declares, her voice brimming with excitement as she points at the swirled red, yellow, and blue ice cream.

“Please,” Jo adds, giving the employee a small, apologetic smile as she nudges Mia’s arm, giving her that older sister look that Paige can tell means—use your manners. The worker scoops a generous amount of the ice cream into a cup and hands it over the counter. Mia accepts it like it’s a trophy, her eyes and grin wide as ever.

“Can I just have a scoop of cotton candy, please?” Jo asks, her turn now, her voice casual like she’s not about to commit a culinary crime.

Paige can’t help but scrunch up her nose at the brunette’s order. Nasty. She doesn’t say anything—yet—but she stores the information away for later mockery. The worker hands Jo her cone, a garishly bright pink and blue swirl that makes Paige wince just looking at it.

When it’s Paige’s turn, she doesn’t even hesitate, ordering mint chip—her absolute favorite.

They pay quickly, before stepping outside into the warm air, each armed with their chosen flavor. Mia’s already half-covered in Superman ice cream and Jo has her head tilted slightly to avoid dripping the cotton candy monstrosity in her hand.

Paige glances at Jo’s cone and makes a face. “Cotton candy is crazy work,” she tells her, incredulous.

Jo raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “What’s wrong with cotton candy?”

“Everything,” Paige answers, gesturing at the cone like it’s personally offended her. “It’s basically sugar-flavored-sugar. It doesn’t even taste like real cotton candy. It’s just—” She shudders dramatically.

Jo narrows her eyes at Paige’s cone in retaliation. “Says the person eating frozen toothpaste.”

Paige gasps, her hand flying to her chest in mock indignation. “Excuse me, mint chip is a classic. It’s refreshing. It’s balanced. It’s—”

“Minty,” Jo interrupts, wrinkling her nose. “Which is gross.”

“It’s not gross! You’re gross,” Paige fires back, grinning despite herself.

Mia, who’s been watching the exchange with wide eyes, suddenly pipes up. “Okay, I’ll decide!” she declares. She scoops up some of her Superman ice cream for good measure before pointing her tiny spoon at Jo’s cone. “Joey, let me try yours first.”

Jo bends down slightly to hold out her cone, and Mia takes a small bite. She lets it melt in her mouth, her face scrunching up like she’s debating a complex equation. Finally, she nods. “It’s okay,” she says, though she doesn’t look thrilled.

Jo looks affronted. “Just okay?”

Mia shrugs nonchalantly before turning to Paige. “Now yours!”

Paige kneels slightly to hold out her cone. Mia eyes it suspiciously. “Why is it green?” she asks, sounding almost fearful.

“Don’t worry ‘bout the color,” Paige tells her, waving off the question. “It’s good. Trust.”

Mia hesitates for a second longer before scooping up a tiny bite. She puts it in her mouth, and her face goes still. For a moment, Paige wonders if she’s about to spit it out, but then Mia’s eyes light up.

“This. Is. So. Good!” the eight-year-old squeals, practically bouncing in place.

Paige grins, holding out her hand for a high five. “Told you. Welcome to the winning team.”

Mia smacks her hand enthusiastically, ice cream forgotten for a moment. Jo, however, is standing off to the side, arms crossed and pouting like a kid who just lost her favorite game. Paige glances at her and immediately starts laughing.

“Oh, don’t be mad,” she teases, nudging Jo’s arm.

“She’s supposed to be on my side!” Jo grumbles, glaring halfheartedly at Mia. “I’m your sister!”

Mia sticks her tongue out at her, clearly unbothered. “You’re just mad because you have bad taste.”

Paige nearly chokes on her ice cream, laughing so hard she has to steady herself against a bench they’re stood next to. “Dang, Mia!”

Jo shakes her head, though the corner of her mouth twitches upward in a reluctant smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you little menace,” she mumbles, ruffling Mia’s hair.

Mia slaps her hand away from her head, beginning to bicker with Jo. Paige watches, quiet now as she bites into her cone. She finds herself unable to look away, a strange warmth blooming in her chest.

See, whatever that is, has to go. She doesn’t like it, doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t understand it in the slightest.

It just—has to go.

THE LIVING ROOM feels cozy in a way that Paige hasn’t experienced in a long time. It’s not her home, not her couch, not her family, but something about it wraps around her, soft and warm. The overhead light is off, leaving the room bathed in the dim glow of the TV. Colors flicker against the walls, shapes shifting across the furniture. Paige doesn’t know what movie is playing—something animated, she thinks—but it’s barely background noise at this point.

Jo sits a few feet away, her back against the armrest of the couch, one leg stretched out, the other bent slightly. Mia’s curled up fast asleep in her lap, her little head tucked under Jo’s arm, one of Jo’s hands running lazily through the little girl’s hair. The motion is slow and deliberate, like second nature, and it’s strangely captivating. Paige finds herself staring, watching the way Jo’s fingers disappear into soft brown curls, touch gentle.

Paige hadn’t planned to stay this long. After Mia had declared mint chip her new favorite ice cream and told Paige she could officially call her Mimi—a nickname that only her absolute favorite people can use—they’d hung out all day, walking around the Commons, then shopping, then getting dinner. After that, they were meant to depart, Jo and Mia going home, and Paige going back to her hotel. But then Mia had looked up at her with those big, pleading eyes, practically begging Paige to come back and watch a movie with them. And Paige is terrible at saying no to kids.

So, she came home with them, to their house which sits right on the outline of the city. The house isn’t massive, but it’s nice—nice enough for Paige to have faintly wondered how much money Jo’s parents make. But it’s still welcoming and cozy, and Paige feels comfortable here. She also likes that she’s got to see all the photos around—the ones of Jo when she was little, some more recent ones that Paige can guess are apart of her senior photos, and a couple of her with her sisters.

The only one that she didn’t enjoy seeing was that one. A nicely framed picture of Jo and her boyfriend sitting on the shelf directly to Paige’s right. They look happy in it. Too happy, in Paige’s opinion, though she doesn’t know why it bothers her so much. Maybe she’s got some sort of jealousy deep down in the part of her heart where her commitment issues aren’t veined around, an envy toward a stable relationship like that. But either way, there’s no reason for her to care. And yet, she doesn’t like it.

Paige shakes the thought away, focusing instead on the conversation. She and Jo have been talking quietly since Mia fell asleep, their voices hushed but easy. It reminds Paige of late nights back at their shared apartment on campus, how they’ll end up in the kitchen at the same time and somehow talk for hours without meaning to. Paige likes those moments more than she’ll ever admit, and this feels no different.

Their conversation drifts, flowing naturally, until Jo starts talking about her sisters. “I admire them, you know,” she says softly, her hand still moving through Mia’s hair. “Payton, especially. She’s… well, she’s incredible. Mia thinks she walks on water, and honestly, sometimes I do, too.”

Paige tilts her head, curious. Jo’s voice has a different quality now—still soft, but there’s something else underneath it. Not sadness exactly, but something close. “What about you?” Paige asks. “You’re incredible, too. And Mia clearly adores you.”

Jo smiles, but—for once—it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, but it’s different. Payton’s a dancer—like, a real dancer. She’s in New York City, with the ballet there. And that’s what Mia loves. That’s what they both love. And, y’know, they connect over it. It’s dance; it’s their thing.”

Paige frowns, the words sinking in. Jo rarely talks like this. She’s always so happy, so upbeat, so wrapped in sunshine that Paige sometimes forgets there might be anything else underneath. “You don’t feel connected to them?” she asks, her voice a little quieter now.

Jo hesitates, her hand pausing in Mia’s hair for just a second before continuing. “Not really,” she admits. “I mean, I love them, obviously. But… it’s hard sometimes. I’ve always been the odd one out, you know? The one who plays basketball while they dance. Sometimes it just feels like we’re on completely different planets.”

Paige doesn’t know what to say at first. She’s surprised—stupidly so, maybe, because she’s never considered Jo might feel this way. But, if she thinks about it, it makes sense.

“I get that,” the blonde finally says, soft but steady. “I mean, I’m so much older than my siblings that it’s hard to connect with them sometimes, too. But… for what it’s worth, I think you’re amazing. And I know Mia does too—whether she says it or not.”

Jo looks over at her then, and for a moment, Paige thinks she might forget how to breathe. There’s something in Jo’s eyes, something raw and unguarded, and it makes Paige’s chest feel tight. “Thanks,” Jo says quietly, barely a whisper.

The moment feels too heavy, too close, and Paige decides to lighten the mood. “So,” she says, changing the subject, her small smile curling into more of a smirk. “Mia calls you Joey?”

Jo’s smile returns, softer this time but more genuine. “Yeah. My whole family does. It’s a much better nickname than that JoJo Siwa shit y’all have come up with.”

Paige laughs, shaking her head. “Don’t shit on the JoJo nickname. It’s iconic.”

Jo raises an eyebrow, her smile turning teasing. “Iconically bad,” she corrects.

“Okay, fine,” Paige says, pretending to think. “But I like Joey more, too. It’s cute. Maybe I’ll start calling you that instead.”

Jo shrugs, but her smile widens just a little. “Anything’s better than JoJo.”

Paige grins, leaning back into the couch, though—for whatever reason—her heart starts thumping a little faster. She doesn’t know why she feels the way she does around Jo sometimes—why moments like this stick with her longer than they probably should. But for now, she doesn’t let herself think about it too much. Instead, she lets herself enjoy the quiet, the warmth of the room, and the easy rhythm of their conversation.

[rose-of-oz]

Right, so I just saw the fucking ridiculous anon ask @endless-oc-creations got about poly relationships being “immoral” or some shit, and guess what, Anon? Just for that, I will be reviving the Deadpool OC I created forever ago and never did anything with and making him into a poly Wade/Logan ship, because there is very little I will not do to spite people like you.

(Also, Mimi, please know that I love Robyn and you ask expect some asks about her and her boys soon!!)

[madameaug]

Meet the Streamer || JJK x OC

The official continuation of 'Meet the Mod.'

Pairing: Jungkook & Jennette

WC: 3.1k > (longest fic I've written so far)

Jennette was rudely awakened by the sound of bottles hitting the ground. She cracked one eye open, still trying not to lose her gateway to drowsiness. Instead, she recognized the back of her little sister's head, Asia. She was sifting through her makeup box. From what Jennette could see, she already had two of her Fenty Beauty lip glosses in her hand.

"Asiaaaa." Jennette groaned at her meddling sister. Asia too often 'borrowed' makeup from Jennette without trying to return such items promptly. Jennette didn't mind sharing products with her sister, but she hated when Asia just took things without asking.

"Uh- good morning, sleepy head." Asia put the tubes back in their designated container. Her hands were behind her back.

Jennette trudged over, giving daggers to her sister. She bent down and picked up the other makeup items that hit the ground. Thankfully, they were just lip glosses and lip liners, not expensive items.

"Don't you have school or something? Why are you in here bothering me?"

"Today is a teacher workday, so I don't have school." Asia cheesed, showing her pink braces. The two sisters were completely different when it came to their aesthetics. Jennette loved her minimalist wardrobe. Tops with funk color schemes and her endless supply of mom and flared jeans. And the occasional boot heel or wedged sandals.

While Asia ensured getting dressed was a production in itself. Her outfits were always coordinated with themes of pink or white. If Asia were blonde and blue-eyed, she would resemble the pop culture icon Barbie. There wasn't a time in which Asia didn't wear something pink. 'If it wasn't pink, then it wasn't right.' Her words. The sixteen-year-old had also taken a liking to cosmetics but makeup specifically. Asia could do a full face ranging from soft glam, kawaii, to even the 'siren' look growing popular on social media.

Asia was talented, and Jennette always encouraged her to take her hobby seriously. Chasing your passion could open the door to opportunities never seen before. She knew this first hand. Watching her favorite streamer, Jungkook, go from fifty viewers to thousands in four years. If chasing your passion allowed Jungkook to become the second highest-paid steamer (behind Kai Cenat) then she was confident that Asia could do something similar.

"Oh, I'm taking flicks with Mimi at the mall today. So I have to look cute."

"Is that my crop top?" Jennette squinted her eyes, ignoring what her sister had previously stated. The fabric on her body caught her attention.

"Oh, this old thing? I'm sure you weren't looking for it."

"Asia, I literally just bought that. The tag is still on it." Jennette held onto the tag from the online store where she purchased the magenta long-sleeved crop top. Jennette was trying to add. More color to her closet since she wore business trousers five days a week. Working in a government office didn't allow for a lot of color to be in her wardrobe.

"Well, it's pink and matches my outfit for the day."

Before Jennette could continue fussing with Asia, her phone rang. She rolled her eyes at Asia before shooing her out of her room. She answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.

"Long time no see Mang."

"Jungkook?" Jennette's eyes almost burst, hearing his voice come through the call.

"Uh yeah, you expecting someone else to call you?"

"N-no."

"Good. But I wanted to call you to talk about yesterday. What happened in the chat wasn't cool. The behavior was uncalled for, and I apologize on their behalf. "

"Jungkook, you don't have to apologize. A lot of those comments didn't faze me."

Jungkook paused on the other side of the line. He was sitting in the same position as he was on stream. Knees up to his chest with his arms engulfing his knees. He was relieved Jennette wasn't sulking about the comments. Most of them picking fun at her skin imperfections. The same skin imperfections that Jungkook had. The bright light he streams in front of drastically hides the remnants of picking his white heads in high school. Acne scars were just a part of growing up, which is why he didn't even think twice when he saw the similar imperfections on Jennette.

"Well, I still want to make it up to you somehow. My treat."

"Okay." The response came out before Jennette even processed what Jungkook had asked her. She just agreed to see Jungkook in person. The Jeon Jungkook, the hot streamer she had been watching since she was a sophomore in college.

Straying away from the original purpose of the call, Jennette and Jungkook made small talk. Making herself more comfortable on the bed, Jennette laid on her stomach. Her feet swung in the air, laughing at the corny story Jungkook was telling her.

"Wait- wait. So your friends physically fought over dumplings?" Jennette tried to catch her breath from her hysterical laughing. She imagined two high school students throwing down their bookbags and tussling each other over the small package of dumplings that Jungkook described.

"Yess! Neither of them were really fighting; it was more like grabbing each other and cussing."

Jungkook enjoyed listening to Jennette laugh. It slightly contrasted her usual tone of voice, which was direct and full of sarcasm. It was light and goofy. Jungkook also joined in the laughter upon hearing Jennette snort in laughter.

"Oh my gosh." Jennette covered her mouth with her hands. Her face was hot with embarrassment.

"Ignore that, please."

"No way. I wish I had recorded that, you sounded so cute just now."

Jennette face-planted into her comfort, wanting to hang up the phone.

"Did you call me cute?" Her head popped up.

"Actually, I called your laugh cute, dumbass." Jungkook teased.

"Ha ha ha smartass."

Jungkook remembered a similar dialogue from the night before. The feeling of deja vu, pausing his movements for a second. All that was missing was the eyes of thousands of viewers, and the impending face reveal. Seeing an outlet to tease Jennette some more, Jungkook proposed a question.

"Can I see you?" Jennette's heart rate increased yet again.

"Your face, obviously. That's the only thing missing from our little deja vu just now."

"What about the steam. You're missing that too."

"Yeah, but now it's just us, so you should be less nervous."

Jennette wanted to laugh at Jungkook's incorrect statement. She wasn't nervous about showing her face to the stream. Many of those people she followed or interacted with outside of the stream. The real reason why she was so nervous about showing her face was Jungkook. In the past year, Jungkook had started maturing into a different person.

He was more than a guy who made her laugh with his gaming fails or funny story times. He was the guy who would talk to her in the eerie hours of the morning, laughing about nothing in particular. In those late hours, she was getting to know the real him. The version of him that she and few others had access to seeing. She felt special knowing that she could crush on Jungkook, the person, and not the famous streamer. But this self-realization didn't come out as smooth and simplistic as hoped.

A viewer kept typing during one of his streams, hoping to get Jungkook's attention. She was spending points to get the AI robot to repeat her lustful comments. Drooling over his recent lip piercing. Maybe if it was a viewer that she was familiar with, she would have ignored the thirsty comments. But Jungkook, feeding into the audacity of the commenter with his relentless flirting, hit Jennette in a low spot. Icky feelings of jealousy were bubbling in her gut. With no hesitation, Jennette clicked on the username, banning them and deleting her comments. In her defense, it was a temporary ban, and they were allowed to chat after 24 hours. But reflecting on that moment, she knew she had to address the elephant in the room. Her feelings for the streamer were more than platonic.

Too afraid to confess, she suffocated those feelings under the guise of being grossed out by his flirty ways. When deep down, she wished the direction of such flirtation was towards her.

"Mangy Pangy?" Jungkook called out.

"Yeah? Sorry, just tuned out for a second."

"I asked if you would let me see your face again?"

"Nah, I'm good. Once is enough."

"Guess I'll just have to wait till I see you in person." Jungkook faked his disappointment. He stepped in his closet looking for what he was going to wear.

"I guess so."

"Try not to think about me too much." Jennette cooed over the phone.

"Real funny Mang."

"See ya!" Jennette hung up the phone, flipping onto her back. She kicked her legs in the air before squealing to herself. She was meeting up with Jungkook, of course she was over the moon.

Not long after she hung up she got a text message from Jungkook, containing the address of the place they were going to meet up.

"Let's get dressed." She spoke to herself, opening her door to see Asia stumble back.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Umm, no. I dropped my lash and was trying to find it." Asia got on her knees before patting the carpet, attempting to cover her tracks.

"You have both lashes on your face." Jennette folded her arms over her chest. "But that doesn't matter. Can you do my makeup? I'm meeting someone and want to make a good first impression."

"Oo la la." Asia wiggled her eyebrows.

"Cut it out." A smile peeks between her lips. "I'm gonna shower and be back."

With a tap of her designated shower playlist, Jennette smothered herself in lavender-scented body washes. Lavender was her go-to scent in the fall time. Wrapping her towel around her body she stood in the mirror, thinking about what to do with her hair. Not want to do too much, because she would get getting her knotless box braids next week. Tapping her lip she thought about doing an updo buff or unraveling her twists for a twist-out look.

Deciding to go with the twist out, she decided to finish getting dressed. It was a latte brown maxi dress, a fall staple in Jennette's closet. On top of the dress was a knitted- holey shaw that was a cream color. Her shoes were fuzzy slip-on Uggs. Turning in the mirror, Jennette admired her outfit. Loving how seamlessly the outfits came together.

" 'Bout time." Asia said as Jennette sat on her bed. Her makeup brushes were laid out as she looked at her big sister's face. She turned her head from side to side, thinking about what style to do for her big sister.

"I think we are gonna do a 'natural' beat." Asia started working her magic on Jennette's face.

---- all irrelevant details laterrrr----

Jennette sent her 'here' text to Jungkook, stepping out of her car. It was a little bit cooler than she had anticipated. Walking into the building with her hands tucked under her armpit. The bell above her head rang as she stepped into the artsy building. It had funky wallpaper. Different abstract art pieces covered the wall.

"Mang?" Turning to her left, she saw Jungkook walk up to her.

Damn, he was finer in person. Jennette thought to herself. She smiled before embracing the hug Jungkook gave. His summer tan was still present, giving him an olive skin complexion. He smelled so good, masculine yet fresh. Jungkook's attire was all black and casual. It was an athletic set, loose full-sleeve shirt, black jogger pants, and white sneakers. Jungkook kept a mask over his face and a baseball cap.

"Where are we?" Jennette and Jungkook walked deeper into the hallway. Jennette could pick up the smell of paint getting stronger as they reached what appeared to be a classroom.

"I remember you said how you wanted to do a pottery-making class. So here we are." The pair stood in the doorway of the pottery class, looking at the other people settling into their spaces.

Jennette wanted to release another squeal. She recalled the conversation about a pottery-making class. It was true she wanted to take a class for the experience but also for the romantic vibes. As a kid, one of her favorite television shows had an episode in which the female main characters made pottery with their brief love interest. Jennette wanted to recreate that scene with her boyfriend. A key detail that she purposefully left out in the conversation.

"This is too much, Jungkook. Here I was thinking we were gonna get ice cream or something."

"You're someone in my circle. You deserve more than some ice cream."

Ugh, Jennette just wanted to melt. Jungkook motioned her over as they chose their station toward the back of the classroom. The instructor entered the room, passing out smocks for everyone to tie around their waist. Jungkook was able to do his quickly, but Jennette struggled slightly. The string for the smock getting caught in her knitted shawl.

"I got ya." Jungkook stood behind Jennette, tying the smock around her waist without a second thought. At this time, he noticed how much her figure was on display. Jennette wasn't an outwardly curvy woman; she leaned more on the slim slide. Nevertheless, she still shapely. Most of her weight bearing on her thighs, with hips wide enough to give her a 'pear' physique. Out of respect, Jungkook made sure his eyes didn't wander too long below her waist.

"Thanks."

The instructor lectured on the proper technique of making a bowl or plate for twenty minutes. Everyone in the room was attentive and listened to every word that he said. After speaking, he permitted everyone to mix their clay and water. Then, he flipped a switch that caused everyone's station to spin slowly.

Jungkook found himself glancing at Jennette. He was just taking in her appearance. Her bottom lip tucked in her mouth as she focused on the wet clay before her. Her hair looked like cotton ball clouds compared to the twists he saw last night. He could tell that she put effort into her appearance. He's spent plenty of time in hair and makeup to understand the true art behind it. Finding the perfect shade, understanding contour, and color correction. It was a science. It made him feel good that she also put effort into her appearance, as he did the same for her. He shaved his peach fuzz and styled his bed hair. He was growing out his hair, so a middle part would have to do. He clipped in as many earrings as possible and matched them with silver rings on his fingers. Regardless he felt a little warm, knowing that Jennette took this much time just to hang out with him. Despite her mature look, she looked like her true self with the purple-framed glasses.

He loved how large her eyes looked in the glasses. The close proximity allowed for him to see the different beauty marks underneath her frames. They were sporadically placed around her eye, but still pretty nonetheless. Blinking fast, Jungkook stopped the one-sided staring contest.

"Tada!" Jennette held her clay, placing it on the table allowing it to solidify and harden. Just as the instructor had demonstrated, she made a bowl that was even on all sides. It was nicely done.

"Wow." Was all Jungkook could get out.

"Pffft!" Jennette burst out in laughter before looking at the shape Jungkook had made. The shape was neither a bowl or a plate and looked very inappropriate at first glance.

Jennette was laughing so hard that she couldn't even speak. Her semi-dirty hands fanned her face to prevent tears of laughter from messing up her makeup. Genuinely, Jungkook thought he knew what he was doing, but the pottery before him proved otherwise.

"Why did you make a dick?" Taking in breaths to get out her question, Jennette went back to laughing. Slightly embarrassed, Jungkook felt his ears getting warm.

"I wasn't trying to make that. Had I known you were going to be an art critic I would have chosen something else to do." Jungkook explained, trying to re-shape the clay. His struggle was on display making him feel more embarrassed than usual.

"Poor baby." Jennette got behind Jungkook, taking his big hands and putting his hands in position to make a proper bowl. Jungkook watched their skin tones contrast, as Jennette held onto his hands so delicately. Her face was so close to his, that if he turned slightly then his lips would be on her cheek. Jennette talked Jungkook through the steps to make the bowl, without a condescending tone.

Truth be told, both of them were basking in the closeness of each other's bodies. It didn't feel weird or unnatural. Perhaps the years of friendship curved any feelings of awkwardness. But there was something deeper. The growing connection could only be caped as friendship for so long before it would become hilariously ludacris. Intimacy was the word that would pop into both of their heads. But it was a word that neither Jennette nor Jungkook would be comfortable to place on their relationship.

Jungkook and Jennette left the pottery place before purchasing some boba tea. They were sitting outside on a bench, enjoying the cool fall breeze.

"Thank you for today. I had a lot more fun than I thought I would." Jennette admitted, sipping her berry-flavored boba tea.

Jungkook bent over in fake pain with his hands to his chest. "You didn't think you would have fun with me? Wow, Mangy Pangy that hurts."

"You're never gonna let that nickname go huh?"

"It's kinda embedded in my vocabulary. Can't help it."

"Excuses?" Jennette rolled her eyes.

"Plus, only I call you Mangy Pangy, so it should mean something." Jungkook playfully nudged her shoulders.

"Yeah. Yeah." Jennette swatted at Jungkook.

"I wanna take a picture to remember this." Jungkook pulled out his phone, swiping through his apps to get the camera icon. With his arm extended, he took several pictures of him and Jennette. She did simple poses; a smile, a peace sign, and a wink.

"We do look good together," Jungkook stated.

"Your girlfriends won't like to hear that."

"They'll get over it. Watch this." Jennette watched Jungkook tap his screen several times, unsure what plan he was acting out in front of her.

" 'Sup chat. Guess who I am with." Turning his phone screen toward you, you leaned in smiling for the camera. The chat erupted as if there was breaking news. Text was jumping, and exclamation points were everywhere.

No way!! Mang is so lucky!!! Mang is so pretty !! Jungkook marry me not Mang !!

"We had such an amazing day. We made pottery and finished drinking boba. I'm hoping that we can hang out soon." Jungkook put his arm around Jennette's shoulder. Jungkook looked at how bashful Jennette was acting, secretly loving every moment. Jungkook looked at Jennette through the camera, staring at her once again.

Jungkook staring mad hard Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Turning his head to look at Jennette. Jungkook looked at her dual-toned lips. He can't lie and say the thought hadn't crossed his mind. But he wasn't sure if she would accept the advancement.

"It's a quick stream, y'all. I just wanted to show y'all who I am with." Jungkook ended the stream. His eyes wandered back to Jennette, noticing that his eyes were already on him, too. No longer beating around the bush, Jungkook lept with his words without a second thought.

"You think you could be a little less obvious with how much you like me," Jungkook smirked.

"Excuse me???"

"You're not denying it." He teased in a sing-songy voice.

"You make me sick, Jeon. So sick." Jennette pointed a finger down her throat, fake gagging.

"You don't have to admit it right now, Mangy Pangy. Cause I haven't come to terms with my crush either."

"Oh really, now." Jennette couldn't help but smile. Embracing the warmth Jungkook's body radiated, she laid her hair on his shoulder. She was on cloud nine. Nothing felt real, that so much could happen in a singular day. Jennette would forever remember the day she met her favorite streamer.

A/N: Yall got any favorite streamers/ Youtubers??

I wasn't going to make a part 2, but I was so kindly asked by: @mundayoonimnida hope this met your standards !!! <3

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multi dark | i walk the line (happy bday collab #1)

I almost lost my mind trying to get this up in time for my bday I swear -

Anyway this night not count but fuck it, @endless-oc-creations did an amazing part for her Barry OC, Claire, and one of my good vidder friends made an AU part using my RE OC Eleanor so I'm sharing here so everyone can admire the amazing talent here INCLUDING MIMI'S BEAUTIFUL PART.

tagging: @endless-oc-creations  @stanshollaand, @foxesandmagic , @hiddenqveendom , @arrthurpendragon , @cas-verse, @eddiemunscns , @far-shores, @oneirataxia-girl, if anyone wants to be added/removed or I accidentally forgot, please let me know!

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50 OCs drawing challenge #1: Mimi-chan/Minou I'm doing a drawing challenge with a friend to honor good ol' days when Deviantart was still alive and fun, aka the magical kick to grab some inks and spend some time on my babies too

Mimi-chan (aka Minou) is a gynoid from one of my endless writing projects called Revelation. She’s is a Vtuber/idol of sorts in the story, but mostly a puppet to her owner En. Mimi usually isn’t chained to her terminal like this, I just fancied drawing some wires that day

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The Duchess's Hope [Inazuma Eleven x Oc]

Once loved by many, the Jewel Duchess, renowned for her charming personality and courage, vanished, leaving so many unanswered questions in her wake. Why did she suddenly disappear? Who could be responsible for her disappearance? When will she return? Despite her popularity, the Jewel Duchess remains a mystery, her fate remaining a source of speculation and endless curiosity among those who knew and admired her.

Content Warning and Media Disclaimers:

This is a piece of fan-made fiction that diverges from the original Inazuma Eleven plot. I do not possess any rights or ownership over the Inazuma Eleven franchise, which belongs to Tenya Yabuno and OLM under the supervision of Katsuhito Akiyama. The publication rights of the Inazuma Eleven manga are held by Shogakukan, which publishes the manga in its CoroCoro Comic magazine. This story contains many non-canon events as well as original characters created by me. Please note that this is a work of fiction and is not representative of the Inazuma Eleven franchise.

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This is your final warning, the content you are about to consume contains themes that may be viewed as sacrilegious, offensive to some, or upsetting. These themes include, but are not limited to: graphic representations of violence, verbal abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, PTSD, grooming, sexual assault and abuse, pedophilia, and many scenes depicting self-harm and suicidal ideation. By continuing to read my work, you acknowledge that you have been properly warned of the potentially triggering and objectionable content, and you alone are responsible for your decision to consume the media. Please proceed with caution as this story contains mature content that may not be suitable for all readers.

Introduction

First Name: Mihori (With a Biological name, Marya) Last Name: Inoue (On her father's side, it's Dostoyevsky- but they all inherited their mother's surname) Nickname: Miho, Mimi, Krosechnyy Fedya, and Malen'kaya Printsessa

Gender: Female Age: 16 years old (Currently.) Sexual Orientation: Aromantic Pansexual  Birthday: June 22 Life Story: Mihori resides in a household situated in Russia with her parents and siblings, being the youngest of five offspring. Her familial setting is rather unique as her eldest sibling serves as the beacon of the community, proclaimed as a deity and worshipped by the townsfolk. Upon attaining the status of a religious icon at the tender age of 16, Mihori's older brother fell prey to the exploitation of the local bishop, causing the Inoue household to be engulfed in chaos and neglect their children, leading them to be raised by a homeschool teacher or a babysitter. The Inoue family emerged as a figure of authority, causing neighboring settlements to be envious, resulting in the decision to assassinate the heads of the household. Ultimately, they escaped to Japan, their mother's nation of birth, and assumed responsibility for the Inoue residence, which was destined to be inherited.

Appearance Although Mihori inherited the purple hair genes from her paternal family, she detested how it clashed with her vibrant red eyes, causing her to become self-conscious about her appearance. This led her to dye her hair a pitch-black shade, to make it conform to her fierce red eyes. It can be noted that she happens to be pale like her other family members, with the reason being the anemia that runs in the family.

Eye Color(s): Mihori has flaming red eyes in the shade of carmine with a pinch of tangerine-hued orange. (Don't stop me- this is her only Y/N moment because her eldest brother always outshines her) Hair Color: A slightly vibrant purple shade Highlights: Her only highlight is her older brother being the fucking highlighter. Hair Style(s): Long Balayage Waves and Middle Part, Hollywood Waves. Romantic Long Loose Updo, Classic Low Bundle, Perfect Braided Chignon, Braided Messy Side Bun, and lastly- Sock Bun

Skin tone: AS PALE AS HER PARENT'S DEAD BODY (JKJK she is just pale enough because of anemia) Body type: Apple Body (Some call it an Inverted Triangle) Height: 5'3 ft. or 160 cm Weight: 90 lbs or 40.8 kg About her: Personality: While known for her charming smile, she is also noted for her cunning demeanor, which she employs to ensure the safety of her loved ones. Despite her cunning nature, she possesses a gentle and caring heart that has won the affection of those who have gotten close to her. She can be quick to dish out revenge on those who harm her loved ones, but this is a result of the circumstances she was raised in and her innate empathy. Aside from her manipulative streak, she is a lively and spirited individual who struggles with anxiety and uses her charming smile to mask her inner turmoil. 

Good Habit(s): One of her notable traits is her propensity for cleanliness, as she dislikes messiness and disorder. She has a habit of finishing her assigned tasks early and even going above and beyond, delivering them a day or two days earlier than the intended deadline. Possessing an innate ability to maintain harmony within a group and soothe tense situations, she is a master of diffusing hostility and offering sound advice. Her love for listening and providing a sympathetic ear is unrivaled, as she enjoys comforting and validating those who confide in her. She is a compassionate and understanding individual who exudes calmness and warmth.

Bad habit(s): Although Mihori's passion for tidiness is well-known, there is an unfortunate flip side to this virtue. In an excessively messy environment, she can become overly stressed and irritable. She even risks descending into an unstable mental state, as her overwhelming desire for order can push her to the brink of madness, causing her to engage in detrimental behaviors such as self-injury. One of her most frequent forms of self-harm is digging her fingernails into her legs and scratching them until they bruise, or using a sharp object to slice open the padding of her feet. It may not seem like it, but Mihori has a tendency to indulge in risky behaviors, specifically in gambling and manipulating people for personal gain. However, her calculated approach to these activities is not immediately apparent to the casual observer. By leveraging her beauty and intelligence, she has been successful in extracting information from others through her cunning methods.

Like(s): In addition to her passion for cleanliness, Mihori enjoys receiving positive reinforcement, which is a rare occurrence in her life. She thrives in environments that are calm, serene, and aesthetically pleasing, such as libraries and cafés. Her unwavering devotion to her loved ones extends to making time for them, even at the expense of delaying her tasks. Mihori values quality moments with her friends and family, particularly since her adult siblings are often caught up with work. She takes immense pleasure in assisting those around her and even goes so far as to clear out her schedule to accommodate loved ones. Despite appearing reserved, she has a fondness for spice and enjoys exploring the flavors of different cuisines.

Dislike(s): Despite her docile demeanor, Mihori harbors a deep-seated dislike for those who impose their principles on others. However, her hatred for disloyalty burns brighter than anything else. She will use her expertise in collecting information to keep her loved ones close by, ensuring their unwavering allegiance to her. On the other hand, she will not tolerate anyone who sexually assaults another individual and will not hesitate to take action against such perpetrators. She is compassionate towards murderers and thieves but draws the line at rapists and molesters, which she despises with every fiber of her being. No amount of benefit could persuade her to associate with such individuals.

Hobbies: Mihori's hobbies are simple yet varied. She is captivated by the art of gardening, enjoys whipping up delicious dishes in the kitchen, maintains a spotless home with her cleaning expertise, and finds solace in the peacefulness of painting. She even plays the violin which she finds very soothing. While seemingly mundane, she has an unusual vice that involves temporarily stealing and returning wallets with a self-made piece of art. Despite it being illegal, this impulsive desire stems from her incessant need to stay active and occupied at all times.

Allergies: Although it is commendable that Mihori does not suffer from any allergies, we must bear in mind her lack of sensitivity to the nuances of flavors. While she has the ability to differentiate between the basic taste profiles of sweet, sour, bitter, and savory, she doesn't experience these flavors with as much intensity as others may do. This has resulted in her having a somewhat muted palate that can make it challenging to savor the unique flavors in various foods.

Fear(s): Mihori suffers from Eremophobia, also known as the fear of loneliness or isolation, as well as Automophobia, which is the fear of being alone. These psychological conditions can make it difficult for her to spend time alone, whether in crowded or secluded areas. As a result, she usually prefers to surround herself with familiar and trustworthy people who can offer emotional support during challenging moments.

Strength(s): Mihori appears to be a highly motivated, independent, and efficient individual who is passionate about maintaining a clean and tidy environment. She is an excellent problem solver with extensive social skills, and she values her relationships with her loved ones. She is also a skilled gambler who can be quite ruthless when she sets her mind on something. Although she is not the best at expressing emotions, it's clear that she deeply cares for her friends and family, making her an excellent ally to have.

Weakness(es): Mihori's self-harm tendencies and impulsive behavior are major weaknesses of her character, as these behaviors can result in significant harm to herself as well as her loved ones. Additionally, her lack of self-confidence may hinder her from pursuing her full potential, as she often seeks validation from other people. Additionally, her fear of isolation and her tendency to hide her emotions from others may result in communication difficulties or difficulties in forming deeper connections with those around her. It's worth noting that she has a habit of gambling which can be a weakness if it becomes addictive.

Special Powers/Abilities: Mihori's supernatural power known as "A Devotion's Shackle," allows her to blindly obey every command of those she trusts, no matter how ill-intentioned they may be. Whether it's flying, aging, breathing underwater, or jumping into fire, she will do exactly as they ask, so long as she has faith in them. This ability is solely determined by the level of trust she holds towards an individual, and not necessarily based on whether or not they are an inherently good or bad person. (Please make sure she stays away from Mori)

Extra: Additionally, she is often prone to intrusive thoughts that can cause chaos and harm to those around her. Despite these challenging aspects of her character, Mihori remains a complex and intriguing figure with Talents and Dreams Ambition/dream: She always wanted to become a Detective or an Ambassador Occupation/Job: School Library Assistant (Previously), School Canteen Chef's Apprentice (Previously), Manager of the Teikokou Academy's Soccer Team (Currently), and a Free-Lance Model or Artist (Part-Time) Best Class(es): She excels in Literature, Geography, Home Economics, and Science. Worst Class(es): She finds the subject of Personal Development and Mathematics to be uneasy to comprehend. Family and Friends Parent(s): Sergei Dostoyevsky and Amaya Inoue, with an apparent Father-figure- Kageyama Reiji

Sibling(s): She preferred not talking about them.

Relative(s): Their Maternal Relatives are not interested in taking them in, so they have nothing much known about their relatives on their Mother's side. Their Paternal Relatives however are either dead or exiled for Blasphemy because of the weird Cult issue.

Best Friend(s): Gouenji Shuuya, Fidio Aldena, and Lui Shirosagi

Friend(s): Nenita Evangelina Natalie Estella Dimataan, Kino Aki, and Raimon Natsumi

Crush(es): Mihori appears to have developed strong feelings of affection towards Gouenji Shuuya and Sakuma Jirou, but her feelings towards Jirou may simply be a product of confusion and/or a misinterpretation of events. Additionally, Mihori's previous experiences with betrayal and abandonment may contribute to attachment issues that could further complicate her relationships with others.

Pet(s): Mihori seems to have an unconventional selection of pets, as her list includes both a Persian cat and a white mouse, who surprisingly cohabit peacefully. She even has a Dwarf Crocodile, which was a gift from her older brother, and a tiny Blue-tongued skink, gifted to her by her twin brother.

Rival(s): Despite having a friendly personality, Mihori appears to have developed an intense dislike for Fuduo Akio and Endou Mamoru due to their perceived noisiness, while she has a more personal disagreement with Otonashi Haruna, with their rivalry escalating to the point of outright hostility. (Not really that hostile, but they had to a certain extent.)

Enemy: She finds Aphrodi's neck to be something she could wrap her hands tightly- for some reason.... (Never look at their interactions in a sexual way, they are both minors- but with major loathing towards each other... It's actually only one-sided.) Extra Scent: Vanilla and Petrichor Blood type: B+ Outfit(s): Mihori strikes me as someone who values comfort over style, although she does strive to present herself in a tidy and well-kept manner. She seems to prefer simple, practical clothing options with an emphasis on comfort and practicality rather than stylishness. She may opt for soft fabrics and neutral colors that can be easily mixed and matched, allowing her to quickly assemble an outfit that suits her needs for the day. Despite her preference for comfort, Mihori appears to be a person who values quality over quantity and is likely to invest in a few high-quality clothing items that she can wear often rather than a large wardrobe of inexpensive fast fashion. Mihori's fashion style seems to be more in line with a soft girl aesthetic, featuring delicate, flowy clothing in pastel colors and fairycore, which incorporates nature-inspired elements such as flowers and mushrooms. Although she prioritizes comfort and practicality in her clothing choices, she also seems to appreciate playful and feminine styles that reflect her whimsical personality.

Accessories: Mihori's choice of accessories is quite simple, limited to hairpins and necklaces. She is often seen wearing gloves to cover up the distinctive burn marks on her hands, which can be quite jarring to look at. Despite her preference for minimal accessories and soft clothing, she has a unique and distinctive visual style.

Makeup: Mihori's desire for a soft and minimalistic appearance seems to extend to her makeup routine as well. She seems to prefer soft and natural makeup options that enhance her features without overwhelming them. To that end, she may use light or natural-colored eye shadow, blush and lip gloss, but only in moderation. While she prefers a fresh-faced look over heavy makeup, she may incorporate heart or star stickers on special occasions to emphasize her playful and whimsical personality.

Scars: While the majority of Mihori's scars are emotional or mental in nature, she also bears the physical scars of burns on her fingers from a traumatic event in the past. These physical scars are a constant reminder of the night her family had to make a daring escape.

Tattoo(es): In the upcoming events of the plot, Mihori undergoes a healing process and overcomes her past traumas, including the death of her parents. With the support of a compassionate friend, she learns to cope with her emotions and finds peace within herself. As a way of celebrating this newfound sense of serenity, Mihori decides to decorate her burn marks with tattoos of beautiful floral and butterfly patterns, transforming a reminder of her past suffering into a symbol of her growth and resilience.

Jewelry: Despite her preference for a soft girl aesthetic that emphasizes comfort and minimalism, Mihori has a deep appreciation for beautiful and authentic jewelry. This penchant for shiny things likely stems from her mother's profession as a jeweler and designer, which helped cultivate Mihori's discerning eye for quality and unique pieces. While she may initially wear these gorgeous gems and baubles sparingly, she finds joy in gifting them to others or enjoying their glittering presence from time to time. At the end of the day, Mihori's love for jewelry is a true testament to her unique and vibrant personality.

Piercing(s): Mihori's interest in getting ear and tongue piercings is something she keeps to herself as a personal secret. Despite her desire for body modifications to express her individuality, she cares deeply about her older siblings' opinions and does not wish to disappoint or worry them. Furthermore, she is very cautious about any permanent changes to her body and wants to be fully informed and committed before moving forward. Therefore, she continues to research and consider the repercussions of such piercings, always weighing the pros and cons of each option before making a final decision. (Emo or Goth Mihori when?) Favorites Theme Song/Quote: From a more conventional standpoint, Mihori's choice of theme songs would likely include popular tracks such as Molly Kate's "Prom Queen" and Vicetone's "Angels," both of which she apparently identifies with. She also seems to have a deep association with Lana del Rey and Melanie Martinez, perhaps due to their unique styles and musical themes. Her affinity for these artists and songs underscores her unique personality and personal taste, reflecting her interest in the beautiful and the unconventional. (She is more Lana del Rey coded just in case anyone asks.)

Favorite Food(s): Mihori's fondness for the Sili Strawberry Ice Cream can likely be traced back to a singular and memorable experience of trying the spicy and sweet dessert for the first time. It was introduced to her by a Filipino friend, and it left such a lasting impression on her that she has since declared it as her favorite food. The mixture of a hot siling labuyo and strawberry is truly a rare and novel combination. The fiery and fruit-forward creation was a one-time experience that left a lasting impression on her taste buds, earning a permanent spot in her list of favorite treats. Favorite Drink(s): Mihori has a particularly strong affinity for cinnamon milk tea, with her fixation on the flavorful and aromatic beverage seemingly bordering on obsession. The creamy and comforting drink strikes a chord with her, providing a much-needed lift to her spirits whenever she needs it. Whether it's on a cold winter morning or a lazy Sunday afternoon, the satisfying sweetness and warming cinnamon flavor of her beloved tea remain a constant in her life, satisfying both her physical and emotional needs.

Favorite Color(s): Mihori secretly admires the colors green and yellow, but rarely shows her preferences in her clothing or styling choices. She may occasionally wear purple, white, or black to show respect for her family's color palette, but her true love for the shades of green and yellow remains hidden. She may choose to incorporate her favorite colors in other ways, such as through art, jewelry, or home decoration, but she is unlikely to reveal her preferences to others. Mihori seems content to appreciate the beauty of her favorite colors in private, using them as a source of personal joy and inspiration.

Favorite Animal(s): Mihori's heart flutters at the sight of majestic and intimidating creatures such as reptiles, and her love for such creatures knows no bounds. She is known to be fascinated by the imposing size and strength of predators like tigers and wolves, and once openly expressed her desire to own one to her brothers, who, knowing her better than anyone, quickly shut down such an idea, opting instead for a safer and more manageable option such as a dwarf crocodile or Blue-tongue skink. Though not the same as owning her dream pets, Mihori nonetheless loves the exotic and unique creatures she's able to keep, appreciating them as much as she would any other.

Favorite Number: Mihori's fascination with superstitions is no secret, and her cultural background is no exception. She has a special affinity for odd numbers, which she considers to be representative of good luck in her Slavic culture. This preference for numbers can even be seen in her behavior, such as how she always takes one extra step or one extra bite of food, with the hope that such an action will bring her good fortune. It's an interesting detail that sheds light on Mihori's eccentric personality and further highlights her deep connection to her cultural heritage.

Favorite Season(s): Mihori has a fondness for the season of autumn, which has a calming effect on her. The changing colors of the leaves, the cool breeze, and the comfort of a warm cup of coffee or hot cocoa are all aspects of autumn that she absolutely adores. The season makes her feel peaceful and content, providing a sense of stability and security that she enjoys. For Mihori, autumn is a time of reflecting on the past year and embracing the new beginnings that the season brings.

Favorite Holiday(s): Holidays may not be at the top of her list, but Mihori does have a soft spot for certain cultural and religious celebrations, particularly Russian Orthodox traditions. Whether it's Christmas or a wedding, she looks forward to the festive atmosphere and the sense of togetherness that such gatherings bring. While holidays aren't necessarily her thing, she certainly enjoys taking part in meaningful cultural customs and traditions, finding them to be rich in history and tradition. This appreciation for cultural diversity is just one more way that her fascination with the world around her shines through.

Favorite Time of Day: Mihori has a special fondness for the late hours of the night and early morning, which she sees as a prime opportunity to focus on her personal projects without any distractions. The peaceful stillness of the "Blue Hour" just before dawn, when the sky is still dark and the air is quiet, is a moment she truly cherishes. She often stays up late, savoring the solitude, and uses this time to work on her creative endeavors, such as writing or drawing. It's a magical time of day when the world seems to be at rest and Mihori revels in the atmosphere of calm and quietude that accompanies it.

Theme: Tranquil Twilight Dreamscape

Mihori's favorite times of the day are the quiet and serene moments of midnight and twilight. These peaceful intervals are a time for productivity, self-reflection, and introspection. Mihori values the time she can devote to her work, her creativity, and her personal development without interruption. She often works through the night, finding her flow and harnessing her best ideas when the rest of the world is asleep. Mihori's creative endeavors thrive in this tranquil twilight dreamscape, where she can let her imagination run wild and bring her visions to life.

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Chapter 1

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HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY, MIMI! ( @endless-oc-creations )

Sorry this is late, as you know I am sick, but here is a series poster for Elizabeth Winchester. Hope all is well!

[fyeahthewalkingdeadocs]

Quick Blog Update

Hello! Admin Mimi here! I just wanted to give a quick thanks to everyone who followed this blog so far! I meant to get this blog going when I first created it almost three months ago but a medical emergency stopped me. But now that I’m healed I’m ready to get this show on the road!

Here are some new things added to the group and what’s coming!

First off I wanna introduce you guys to another admin, the Rick to my Daryl, Han, @reyofluke-ocs! So if you guys have questions please go to her or me at @endless-oc-creations!

Next up we have our first event planned and ready to share with you all! I hope we get some interest and have some participation! CHECK OUT THE EVENT

There is now an Event Rules section and a FAQ section for mobile users!

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Happy Hallowen @endless-oc-creations

[ahundredtimesover]

hi mimi! i've been wanting to write you something since chapter 12/13 but so so much has happened that i couldn't sit with my thoughts but i really wanted to share something so here's an attempt! 😅

i read chapter 12 when i was on the way from seoul to manila — i recorded the whole thing on my camera just so i can look back at my commentaries (and see how much of a crying mess i was) — was extra special then because i was coming back home from a quick and fun trip to korea!

and then, i read chapter 13 when i was on the way back to seoul! 😅again, i filmed myself reading the whole thing 😭😆

for both cases, i had mahika by tj monterde on repeat bec i saw someone comment about it here and i must say, it's the perfect song for iwyts! jk and oc! i was crying the whole time 🥹 somehow, it didn't feel like it was on loop?

for context, i tend to record myself (through audio or video) when i consume stuff that i love bec i just love looking back at my reactions and commentaries — i wish i can share them here but i was literally a crying mess in the plane so maybe next time? 😅

i dont think i can ever write about the feelings i had while reading the latter chapters SO I WILL JUST VIRTUALLY SCREAM for now (AAAAAAAAHHHHH SO MUCH KILIG AND SO MUCH HAPPY TEARS) — IWYTS is so so good and it gave me so much comfort for those few months so I'm really really thankful. i love reading and i love that you shared this wonderful piece with the world! 🥹💜 i hope you're having the best time of your life, resting and having fun post-iwtys!

lastly, i wanted to write to you now (even if i haven't had time to properly verbalize my feelings post-iwtys) because i discovered this new song from another opm artist, The Ridleys — thank you to my spotify dj for putting this on shuffle! It's called KYGM (apparently it's an acronym for Kiss You Good Morning) AND OH MY GOD my iwtys heart jumped in joy :") it's so perfect for iwtys! jk and oc given how their mornings were sacred then as boss-assistant and even more now that they're a couple! i hope you don't mind me adding the entire song lyrics here (i couldn't choose bec i felt like each line were fitting)

[verse 1] the sunlight has come to brush your cheek but i’ll ask him nice not to wake you lie a few minutes asleep in my arms (HEEEEELPPPPP THIS IS LITERALLY THEM?????)

[verse 2] two souls made one on endless sea flowing ethereal and earthly the joy on your lips is so different today

[pre+chorus] no, i won’t throw this away

[chorus] ’cause ten years from now, we’ll look back at the photographs happy with the choice that we made and i’ll kiss you good morning for every morning you stayed

(i know there is a part 2 coming but i just know and i trust that their story will end on a good note and i cant wait for their future together 🥹🥹🥹)

[verse 3] if life were a maze and we’re both lost then why don’t we get out together? if this is a puzzlе then let’s try to solve it (no words.... convinced the ridleys wrote this song for jungkook and oc)

[verse 4] i know my mind’s a tanglеd mess that you want to untangle together so cut all the metaphors and let’s dance

(again......... this song was made for them 😭😭😭)

[pre+chorus] no, i won’t leave us to chance

[chorus] ’cause ten years from now, we’ll look back at the photographs happy with the choice that we made and i’ll kiss you good morning for every morning you stayed

[bridge] don’t you know what i would do oh, just to keep you beside me i’d give you the moon if i could

(it's giving iwyts!jungkook)

[pre+chorus] ten years from now, we’ll look back at the photographs happy that we made it this far oh, i swear that we’ll make it wherever we are

(after everything theyve been through OH MY GOD literally crying raynao)

[chorus] i know ten years from now we’ll be laughing and crying through all of the memories we’ve made and i’ll kiss you good morning for every morning you stayed

[outro] i hope you’d stay just stay

(chef's kiss)

ok that's it, i think this message is too long! i'll make sure to properly sit with my thoughts so i can give more kwentos about what i felt reading the latter chapters! thank you so much again, mimi and again, i wish you the best time of your lifeeeeee and really just, happiness! you deserve it! 🥹💜 sending you love and hugs!!!!

Hiii I’m sorry it took me awhile to get to this! I’m so happy you got to have that trip! 💕 but thank you for having IWYTS as your companion during the travel hehe and like, recording yourself while reading?? That’s so interesting! How do you do that on a plane!! But ahhhh curious what your reactions were hihi although I get the crying bc that would also be me haha

There were so many emotions in those 2 chapters!! And 🫡 to the Pinoy music that hit us in the feels. And KYGM? Girl this line:

i’ll kiss you good morning for every morning you stayed

This is just 🫣 season 2 will make it hurt and heal

Thank you for sharing this with me! I love hearing what you guys end up thinking about when reading the chapters 🥹🥹 I’m just happy it could give you joy! The comfort with them as a couple is rly different so I’m glad you felt that, too.

I’ve been exhausted with everything but I’m getting my rest! I’m spending today just in bed so that’s good. I hope you’re doing well 💜💜 sending toh so much love!!!

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↳Re-Introducing Marvel Oc: Robyn Hammer Series: The Merc and The Knight

Summary: Robyn works alongside her brother at Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children. She's busy ensuring things run as smoothly as they can and supplies are in stock. Just a normal life for a mercenary and weapons dealer.

Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children was a bar, but also a place where mercenaries accept and cash in on private jobs, this life was normal for her at least. It was a place run by Robyn and her brother Weasel. Over the years, Robyn has met a lot of fun and fascinating people but no one was more fascinating than Wade Wilson.

From the start Wade and Robyn had hit it off, even referring to each other as husband and wife as their nicknames and banter with each other. The two quickly began a friends-with-benefits and maybe something more relationship.

Then, Wade met the one and only Vanessa Carlysle, an escort and friend/occasional fling of Robyn's. The two hit it off instantly and began their relationship with each other.

Robyn was happy for them, those two were honestly the only closest friends Robyn had ever had. But, she also couldn't help but feel lonely and lost since she had grown feelings for both of them.

However, not long after Vanessa and Wade got together as an official couple, they decided to ask Robyn to be with them two. Since they both loved her as well. Robyn was more than happy to say yes.

The three then enjoyed each other's company and only grew closer. Everything was great, Robyn felt like she could finally be happy. But then everything changed when one day Wade fainted and they all found out that he was diagnosed with cancer. He was dying.

Everything was turned upside down, Robyn did her best to support both her lovers while trying to accept the fact that Wade would most likely die.

Then one night Wade disappeared, seemingly without a trace. Robyn saw firsthand how devastated Vanessa became. She then found out from her brother about a Grim Reaper type of character wanting to recruit Wade for something.

Robyn became worried about Wade's safety and wanting to help get Vanessa to truly smile and be happy again she decided to do something extreme.

She would use her skills as a mercenary and go deep undercover, becoming an anti-hero known as The Black Knight. But as the years ran on, Robyn figured that at this point it was most likely that Wade was dead. His cancer was already terminal by the time he left, so after a few years and adding onto the fact he left with sketchy people, Robyn would never see him again.

So, Robyn decided to hide her recent activities from Vanessa, even though her lover could see that she was coming home with more cuts and bruises, and continue on the search for the people whom Wade left with and find out what they did to him.

Robyn was determined to find these people and make them talk, so she was going to take out whoever she needed to that stood in her way. One of those people who constantly got in her way, killing most of the people she was after, was another mercenary wearing a red suit that reminded her entirely of Wade. But it couldn't be him though...could it?

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[astarionbae]

JKR is anti trans and is anti Semitic while we're discussing your dumb banner. I'd be more worried about that than anything else.

You're gross and dumb. Also it's been pointed out to me you whitewashed an OC because you couldn't find any content to your taste apparently.

Nancy is 15-16 when she sleeps with and dates Steve who is 17-18. I'm not sure why you are suddenly clutching your pearls about two teens dating. If it was a twenty year old dating Will, no that's straight up fucked up. I'm pretty sure you and your besties have age gaps that are more outrageous than two teens dating.

Changing sexualities is wrong. It's not one rule for the gays and one rule for the straights. It's one thing thinking something, another ramming it down a person throat like y'all tend to do

Literally why are you speaking for @endless-oc-creations anyways. They can tie their own shoelaces.

Also stop trying to stir trouble for Maddie all the time. Move on.

So you're saying I'm Anti Jewish and Anti Trans just because I like Wizarding World of Harry Potter?? Just because you like something that was made from an ass of a person doesn't mean you agree with their opinions.

It's a stupid, pathetic double standard just to make people feel shitty about themselves.

"whitewashed an oc" : Excuse me while I laugh. Also try new material sometime instead of repeating previous anons like a broken record, hunty.

It's cute you thought I shipped Stancy. I'm a Jancy shipper through and through. While we're on the subject, I also ship Jonathan x Steve. And not that I care, but Nancy was only one year younger than Steve, not four. Also if you knew anything about the Ben Hopper OC, you'd know that he watched Will grow up from a child. That's literally his little brother.

Would you date someone that you watched and helped to grow up from the age of three?? I bet you do. Probably all for that power dynamic. Must get your rocks off.

"Changing sexualities is wrong / ramming it down a person's throat" : WHOSE MAKING YOU READ A BI STEVE FIC? WHOSE MAKING YOU ACTIVELY ENGAGE IN A BI STEVE DISCOURSE? You are literally bringing this onto yourself by participating in the conversation. Just fuckin leave! You have the power of block. And you call me dumb, pft.

And yes, Mimi can tie her shoelaces, have been able to since she was five. Can you tie your shoelaces? Or do you still wear velcro?

Stop trying to stir trouble for Maddie? Ah, there it is. The real reason behind this debate. I haven't even stirred trouble, they do that themselves. When you fuck around, you find out.

[miralyk]

✦ 15 questions, 15 mutuals ✦

got tagged by @stealingpotatoes for this meme, thank you!

Were you named after anyone?

no, i technically named myself! i had troubles learning languages when growing up, and whenever speech therapists tried to teach me to say my birth/legal name, i kept on saying "mimi" instead, so the nickname stuck! aside from that, my other nickname kao is taken from a maplestory npc of the same name,, a character who's supposed to be the "future version" of your player character, so things keep going full circle

When was the last time you cried?

a few nights ago;; i was rewatching some satoshi kon films, millennium actress and tokyo godfathers definitely got to me esp since i'm a sap in the first place, his filmography does not hold punches when it comes to hitting emotions

Do you have kids?

i have endless neglected OCs, other closest option is the local murder of crows i befriended ghghkdj, there's some new fledglings i've seen fly after me along w the adults (you can tell bc young crows have the insides of their beaks be pink!); aside from that, i think this stray black cat that visits me a lot could count, but he could be an old man and not count, idk how old he is

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

i do like dry and/or deadpan humor (esp in the "jokingly points out the obvious" way), so sarcasm's def a thing i like to sometimes hear and say! regardless, it's still p lowkey and modest, i don't want to be overly dramatic or annoying w sarcasm

What's the first thing you notice about people?

for both online and in-person, usually how they present themselves, like visuals (clothes, icon, art style, etc) and how they talk and interact!

What's your eye colour?

brown 👁️👁️ they're super dark they're nearly black too

Scary movies or happy endings?

BOTH,, TECHNICALLY,,,,,, i'm a fan of both "horror" and "kind" stories esp for elements of both something something harrowing ordeals of existence, the struggles, etc but still earning better outcomes and surviving esp w loved ones, and one time i got compared to (Both) miyazaki and ito in this meme 😭

Any special talents?

i don't know, maybe crocheting and plush sewing...? or befriending animals esp those w "bad luck" stigma like crows or black cats

Where were you born?

californiaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, still never left

What are your hobbies?

i like to draw, play games, crochet, sew, pet + feed cats/crows, the like! i swear i'm normal, i'm not a witc--

Have any pets?

my older sister's insistent on saying he's Her Pet™, but i take care of a marbled tabby cat lilo (3 years old now), he's a goofy guy!

What sports do/have you played?

i don't know if wii sports counts but that's the best i got

How tall are you?

5'0",,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, it haunts me

Favourite subject at school?

very basic and predictable answer, but art, even before i applied for my school's BFA/animation program LMAO

Dream job?

storyboard artist!! especially w good union networking and experience to collaborate w other cool peers and have financial stability, health insurance, retirement savings, etc; aside from that, i'd consider also posting youtube videos esp for talking about or creating more art, but i don't want to have that be my main source of income bc of how stressful that can be esp in a practical financial sense, not to mention i don't have nor want to have the,, self-aggrandizing Performative Act ghdfjkg

thank you so much for tagging me; i don't want to peer pressure anyone into doing this as well, but if you're a friend/mutual, feel free to do so \o/!

[eddysocs]

Introducing: Waverly Thorpe

Fandom: Mrs. America

Face Claim: Mimi Keene

Full Name: Waverly Carmen Thorpe

Age: 24

Myers Briggs Type: ENFP

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Love Interest: Gloria Steinem

Occupation: Waitress

Collections: Shoes and Rings

Style/Clothing: Waverly loves showing skin and she dresses in the very popular hippie style of the time. She always has tons of jewelry and accessories.

Signature Quote: "It’s my body and I should be able to show off as much of it as I want to without getting accosted by men."

Plot Summary: Waverly Thorpe is every bit a feminist, yet she doesn’t see the point in going to rallies and protests when it all seems like such a colossal waste, the words of passionate and empowered women still falling on the deaf ears of the government. Then she attends a speech with a friend and it changes her life. To hear Gloria Steinem speak ignited the fight within her and she decided to actively join the movement. She even goes to track down Gloria after her speech and is subsequently welcomed onto her team, and into her life.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @chickensarentcheap, @endless-oc-creations, @unheolycs-ocs, @fawera, @themaradaniels, @that-demigirl

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