#Think that's how you spell her surname!

[thatoneluckybee]

i'm deading i'm died

[elminsters]

i'm not gonna lie the whole "trick weekes is playing 4d chess with us" argument about every fucking thing about taash is getting old, they've written more than just solas

[synonymroll648]

IF LORE UPDATES APPLIED TO PEOPLE I WOULDVE JUST GOTTEN ONE OF MY HAPPIEST LORE UPDATES TODAY

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hi! where did you get the name Mazel from for your dog? my great-grandmother's name was Masel and we've been desperately trying to figure out where the hell it comes from for decades. thank you!

Mazel (Pronounced Mah-zell) is Hebrew for "Blessing" as in "Mazel tov!" and it was the name that was given to her by the Magician who used her as an animal in his magic show before he left her pregnant at the East Palo Alto animal shelter so who knows what he was thinking.

"Maisel" is a Jewish surname, which some modern people have considered as a given name but it's sorta weird, like naming your kid "Mendez Smith". "Masie" is a pretty common given name in the US, and sometimes first names get spelled a bit sideways, especially if it's the parents want to honor Grandma Mabel AND Grandma Hazel, which is how my friend's mom got named after her grandmothers Bella and Janet by being named "Janella". Which is possibly better than "Benet", but I'm not sure.

[paragox]

Harumi gets a Death Note but things don't go according to her plan.

A Saga.

"How do you write Montgomery?"

"Why would I tell you? I don't wanna die… Actually-"

"You don't know how is spell do you"

"I'm illiterate I only coursed until third grade"

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"You're Jay Walker? Are you sure that isn't made up? What about a more normal surname like ..." *Checks notes* "Gordon?"

"I AM Jay Walker, where did you even-"

"… Son, there's something we've to tell you"

"…"

"What do you mean I'm adopted?!"

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"I thought your last name was Brookstone?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Then why are you still alive?"

".. I'm surprised too"

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"Uh… Do you two even know your last names?"

"Yeah, of course! We're Smith"

"Nya.."

"What?"

Whispers "I don't really know our last names"

"..."

"..."

"… Have I lived a lie all this time?"

"… Yes"

"Kai, I'm gonna murder you"

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"Why isn't Zane dead?"

"… I think the Death Note doesn't recognize him as a living person"

".. Please don't tell Zane, I'm begging you, he already has enough crisis as it is, just tell him the book is specist"

Somewhere else Echo Zane is found dead and used as scrap.

Alternative: Zane keeps being turned on and off because Harumi is trying really hard to kill him.

[deadboy-edwin]

I have this idea for payneland:

Both of them get hit with some kind of spell of sorts that makes them "human" for 24 hours (basically like when they were alive: people can see them, hear them, touch them, they can taste and feel things again, the works)

What do you think they'd do in that time? Maybe taste their fav foods again?

So please bear with me as this will be more of brainrot than an actual fic because I just want to yap- but in my head, it would be kinda funny if the gang was able to get Tragic Mick to turn back into a walrus. The goddess Sedna would then "punish" the boys for daring to defy her- since she had said that Mick would never return to the sea if he chose to leave.

I feel like Sedna would lowkey have a soft spot for abused children, and would also see Mick's love for the sea, and on the inside not really be that mad tbh. Hence the "punishment". She'd "curse" Edwin and Charles to be alive once more.

They don't really know if it's permanent or whatever, but can you imagine the hilarity of Edwin being so used to phasing through walls and doors, then him just walking straight into a door and smacking into it because he's solid- Crystal would have a field day ribbing him for it.

I think, them being human would make them quite unable to take on cases, since admittedly them being regular humans (not everyone can be Crystal Palace Surname Von Hoverkraft okay) makes them vulnerable to beings like demons. So they'd have some downtime. That gives Charles time to think.

Being fully corporeal also allows Crystal to hang out with them like she would with living people. It also allows Crystal to notice things about them that would not have been possible when they were ghosts- like Charles blushing when Edwin adjusts his collar so it's up. Or how the two boys are so tactile. Sure, they'd always been tactile, but why does it seem Charles is extra touchy, now that both boys can feel physical touch?

I think Edwin, bitchy little nerd that he is (and we love him for it) would have a field day with Google. He'd struggle with whatever the fuck a laptop is, and how LED screens strain his poor eyes, and probs get those anti-blue light glasses, and Charles would have a bisexual awakening because Edwin in glasses???

Charles, on the other hand. I feel like boy would want to party. He strikes me as the kind of guy who would be fun at parties, and he'd probably drag the gang to a nightclub after spending the entire day eating different kinds of food (I think he'd enjoy cookie dough ice cream- but that's just me projecting my own cravings).

At the club, Charles might be a bit sulky because Edwin had spent a lot of the day on Crystal's laptop, despite them switching restaurants so that they could try everything- and he's thankful that the laptop is not present at the club.

Unfortunately, Edwin is Edwin, and his brand of anti-rizz also works on the living. You have living people coming up to him left and right, and Charles wonders why this hasn't happened much in death.

Crystal is fast to point out that it's because ghosts are invisible to regular humans. Edwin is not a ghost at the moment, so he's not invisible. She also makes it a point to tell Charles about exactly how many people had simped for Edwin in the afterlife (Monty, the Cat King, hello????)

I think Charles would then get drunk. One, because he's been a ghost for some thirty-odd years. Dude has no fucking clue what his alcohol tolerance levels are. Two, because he gets annoyed that Edwin is getting hit on so much.

There is a third reason that comes to mind once he's fully inebriated, and it's the fact that the following thoughts aren't exactly heterosexual

Getting pouty when your best mate isn't paying attention to you while you are having a meal together

Staring and practically drooling when your best mate is wearing glasses

Getting upset when guys and girls (despite Edwin's lack of interest in the latter) keep flirting with Edwin

Wanting to feel Edwin's touch while he has all his senses at full blast

The plot twist here is that since Edwin is also alive and fully corporeal, our repressed Edwardian boy has actually been icing Charles out because as a human, he does not have the luxury of willing erections away.

I think though, because it seems like immortal beings in the DBDA universe have a sense of humor (hi, Cat King and Esther- wicked as her sense of humor is), when Charles finally makes a move and pulls Edwin away from the admittedly gorgeous guy that had been chatting him up with a "He's in love with me, and vice versa, I'm afraid" and kissing Edwin in the middle of the dance floor, is when they turn back into ghosts.

Even though they're now invisible to most humans once more, Edwin is still quick to berate Charles on the PDA- though there's a softness to his berating.

They end up discovering that as ghosts, they can still feel physical sensations if there's enough emotion involved.

That is a fortunate discovery for all parties involved, especially for our girl Crystal Palace Surname Von Hoverkraft, who walks into the office a few days after the club debacle, and sees Edwin pressing Charles up against a bookcase, snogging him with a fervor, his thigh working its way in between Charles' legs---

"Hot," Crystal comments with a smirk, causing the two boys to jump apart with matching sheepish grins on their faces. "If I'd known Edwin kissed like that, I would've gotten it on with him instead."

[whattadroid]

I rewatched alien: romulus with subtitles this time so if you (like me) were looking for spelling/names OR might be able to answer some small lore questions, I'll list them all under the cut :)

(I apologize in advance for the shitty formatting. I typed this all out like an animal and I truly do not know how to edit tumblr formatting lmao)

Characters:

Marie Raine Carradine (Rain), Andy (model number ND-225, also: could that be a positronic man reference? Positronic Man's Andrew was NDR-113 but the ND -> Andrew thing felt too similar to ignore), Tyler, Kay (Tyler's sister), Bjorn (Tyler and Kay's cousin, also the father of Kay's unborn baby), Navarro, and Rook (same model as Ash from Alien, Rook is his surname and he has an unknown first name I believe)

Places:

Jackson (a WY mining colony), Yvaga III (a non Weyland-Yutani solar system which apparently means that androids are not allowed there which is INCREDIBLY interesting to me), Corbelan IV (the name of the ship the group works out of. I think it's supposed to be a hauling vessel? Short flight probably because it doesn't have any long flight capabilities like cryosleep chambers), Renaissance Space Station (the name of the station where shit goes down, separated into two halves called Romulus and Remus)

Some interesting tidbits:

- Rain's dad FOUND Andy "in the trash" according to Bjorn. Also, Rain's dad (presumably) repaired him, wrote directives for him, and knew enough about synthetic programming to know how to alter their personality. Or maybe he just straight up told Andy "hey memorize this book of dad jokes" and Andy was functional but just as glitchy when they found him.

- Jackson is fucked, btw. With all of those facehuggers that fell into the colony the odds are that at least one of them survived and, as Andy himself said, they are "busy little creatures". I wonder if there will be future mentions to a destroyed Jackson colony?

- The scene with Kay sort of quietly sneaking through the hallway with the orange lighting looked SO MUCH like the alien from alien: isolation, with the flared fingers and all. Am I the only one that made that connection?? Was it a connection at all lmao??? It's all I can think abt each time I see that gif.

- Tyler's actor was fucking incredible. I missed a lot of the hard hitting scenes the first time but goddamn. The tear while Kay is screaming and they are trying to be quiet? Begging andy ON HIS KNEES to open the door to save Kay? The way he's like numbly denying what he just saw saying "okay, okay. I'll just go and get her" after Kay gets taken. very good shit

- Rook says "I discovered the genome" as in HE specifically discovered it. I just thought that was interesting that he attributed it to himself. I wonder if he was in charge and had human assistants (interesting implications there to the importance of synthetics to WY's scientific structure) or if HE was the "assistant" (bc he's a synth) and yet was the one who discovered it and, probably regardless of what the human scientists believe, takes the merit of the discovery.

- It seems like WY synthetics are STRONGER than xenomorphs. Andy pried open a closing station door and held up the elevator in two scenes, both of which had moments where a xenomorph tried to do the same thing and failed or was not able to do it as effortlessly as he had. Maybe I'm reading into the movie magic too much but I was VERY interested in that.

Questions!!! (most of these probably do not have answers yet, which is okay, but some of you have encyclopedic knowledge of alien lore lol so I just wanted to try)

1. Is Rain under 18?? I didn't catch the info on the screen when Rain was talking to the WY rep about her quota but I can't understand why they would ask that if she was over 18. Why would it matter? Was it maybe just because she had family listed on her account or something?

2. WHY are there "quotas" and contracts? What are THEY (the workers) getting out of it? Are they prisoners? Are they colonists that didn't realize what the fuck they were signing on to do? Was Rain born on the colony? They said that it was Rain and Andy's first time in space, so probably, right?

3. Does a xenomorph grow in the chambers of the heart? I sort of figured because it went down the throat that it grew in the stomach, but it seemed like (thru the gore at least) the xenomorph was incubating and burst from the chambers of the heart. I may have misidentified the organs though lol, or maybe Navarro's heart just straight up was In The Way.

4. Do WY androids have the same heat signature as a human? If so, why? It is way too much a coincidence to build an android with a 98.6 ambient temperature. If they do NOT have the same heat signature, why didn't the facehuggers react to andy? They reacted to the flare despite it being non-organic, so I thought they would've reacted to him in some way at least, or had some sort of scene with them crawling all over andy like spiders trying to see if he was organic and then treating him like furniture when they realized he wasn't (missed opportunity cause that would've been a really freaky shot lol)

5. Why did Kay touch her breast after she had "given birth"? Was she lactating the genome? I tried to pay very close attention bc I missed it the first time too but I don't know what they were trying to insinuate there. It seemed too sticky to be the genome.

[uusercatt367]

⭐️ My Main Diabolik lovers Oc’s ( Info / about ) ⭐️

A better look at them without the shading 👇

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( Something I have to add before you read their info, I haven’t thought of a surname for them and This Oc’s I’m gonna ship with Yui ofc, I remembered I promised to write more about my DL Oc’s so here you go ^^ )

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( apologies early if there’s some spelling mistakes / English isn’t my first language 😭😭😭 )

Diabolik lovers Oc’s info

- First name: Mari

- Race: Vampire

- Age: 18 ( physically)

- Highly intelligent

- Very cold

- Her beauty is admired by many girls and guys at school but because she is so cold people are afraid/ uncomfortable with talking to her.

- She has a sister ( Ari )

- She and her sister don’t get along but Mari doesn’t hate her sister she rather feels guilty and responsible for what happened to her sister’s right eye.

- She tries to act softer and nicer to her sister even tho Ari is still hurt and mad about her and what happened when they were kids.

- Will protect and fight for people she cares and loves.

- abused in childhood to be perfect and number 1 in everything ( Like Ayato but not that worse like him )

Gets along with:

- Reiji, Ruki ( obviously) and surprisingly Kou also.

Natural:

- Subaru, Kanato, Yuma ( even tho she gets annoyed by him sometimes), Azusa and Shu ( even tho she kinda hates his whole laziness but in some way she can understand him. )

Absolutely despises:

- Ayato ( she hates how he tries to be better than her and finds him annoying and stupid, and it’s just a No. ), Laito ( she despises his perverted mind and behavior, she mostly pity him for that )

- And obviously she hates Shin and Carla and they hate her back cuz she’s a vampire ;w;

- First name: Yuu

- Race: Vampire ( honestly I’m thinking of making her an Adler / Eagle, not sure yet )

- Age: 16 ( physically)

- Very Optimistic

- She is also admired by everyone in school for her talent for singing

- She is a trainee for becoming an Idol

- Kou is her main inspiration and inspired to be like him

- Even tho she doesn’t have such a bad childhood like some other characters but her parents were killed by some unknown demons when she was a kid but she never became depressed by it, she keeps smiling and having fun in her life

- Ari, Mari and Fumiko aren’t her real sisters but she still treats and loves them as they were blood related.

Gets along with:

- Kou ( ofc ) she sees him as her idol ( literally ), Ayato and kanato.

Natural:

- Reiji ( she respects him nothing more than this ), Ruki, Azusa, Yuma ( she tries to get along with them as much as possible ). And Laito ( she not always likes his dirty behavior but sometimes she finds him hilarious )

Absolutely despises: ( I wouldn’t really say she despises because she tries to get along with everyone but she fails to get along with.. )

- Shu ( doesn’t understand his lazy behavior, she hates when people are lazy to do anything like you’re waisting your life like this. )

- Subaru ( tried to get along with him but he doesn’t seem like he wants to talk to her + they are in the same class )

- +Shin and Carla

- First name: Fumiko

- Age: 17 ( physically )

- Race: Vampire

- Despises men.

- She is the only one out of the 4 who is un attracted to men in any way.

- Into goth Lolita fashion

- She also acts cold like Mari but more of a weird way

- Talking like she’s a dead corpse to freak people out on purpose

- Into witchcraft and more creepy stuff

- The reason she acts weird and mostly quiet around people is due to her heavy trauma during childhood, She was living with her mom who clearly didn’t want to do anything with her and found her useless, while also being abused by random men her mom was bringing home ( not gonna really say in which ways but u get my point:,) )

- Eventually ran away from home in the age of 10

Gets along with: ( even tho she rather not interact with men or anyone She still gets along with few )

- Shu ( he doesn’t bother her and because he is lazy she doesn’t fear he will do something bad to her, even tho sometimes he can make a dirty joke which she hates ) Azusa, kanato ( they just honestly have the same vibes as her and that’s it. ) and Subaru.

Natural:

- Ruki and Reiji ( likes how calm and serious they are )

Absolutely despises:

- Laito ( I dont think I need to explain ), Ayato, Kou ( even tho she tries to get along with him because Yuu is his friend ) and Yuma

- +Shin and Carla.

- First name: Ari

- Age: 18 ( physically)

- Race: vampire

- Always acts Happy and optimistic around people.

- A very confident person.

- She loves feeling popular and admired.

- Her “ weird “ and eye catching appearance cough a lot of peoples attention.

- Plays in a band and is very talented so also helps Yuu out with her Idol training

- She’s dirty minded.

- No matter what gender you are if you offer her to do it she would most likely say yes.

- She hates her sister Mari.

- She is mad at her for what happened to her eye during childhood

- When they were small Mari was always more adored by her parents to be “ perfect “ and better than her in everything.

- One day they were practicing archery and Mari got jealous of Ari for doing something better than her for once, so she splashed a really toxic snake poison into her right eye, Mari wanted to make her blind completely but failed ( also the snake poison splashed on Ari’s skin so she has a few scars on her body ), Of course Mari regretted her actions right after but it wasn’t entirely her fault because of all her parents abuse and pressure for being perfect, she got scared of what will they think of her if they find out She’s not good enough.

- Obviously Ari’s parents didn’t care what happened to her eye and now found her more useless than she was before so they even tried to sell her to some random guy but before this happened Mari saved her and convinced her to run away.

- To this day Ari never and probably never will forgive her sister but she’s still thankful for her saving her.

Gets along with:

- Laito ( she likes his dirty mind and dirty jokes he makes sometimes, but they didn’t do it and will never do. ) Ayato ( she hates how he thinks he’s better than everyone else but still gets along with him. ) Kou ( she likes helping Yuu with Kou together and they get along very well ) Yuma.

Natural:

- Shu ( loves his passion for music but other than that nothing ), Kanato ( she is okay with him but she really likes to tease him for his height and other things. ), Subaru ( he’s okay. ) Ruki ( he can be annoying to her sometimes )

Absolutely despises:

- Reiji ( she finds him annoying and hates how good he is in everything like her sister Mari. )

- +Shin and Carla.

Something they all have in common:

- they all love Yui very much :3333 💗💗💗💗💗

*That’s it for now, I’ll be more than happy to hear your thoughts on them ^^ *

[silversmoke-20]

Yandere Chelsea Van Der Zee

Contents: Alternative Universe, Reader, Gender neutral, cringe, dark content, yandere motives.

Fact: Chelsea's canon surname is literally dutch and if translated! It says "From The Sea!"

AU: Bloody Lagoon is a au where: Chelsea never left the sea.

Meeting Chelsea was the worst! Seriously no jokes!

You were less shocked and more pissed off as she would scare off any of the fish you tried to net.

Everyday and everytime she would go out of her day to piss you off.

She would make harsh insults towards you and sometimes hit your insecurities.

Having enough you decided to throw anything that would hit her.

BONK! Hazaah! A direct hit to her- oh god her nose is bleeding.

She held her broken nose and held a look of sadness as if you were the culprit!

And here comes the most saddest cry in your life, okay now you felt like an asshole.

"Please stop crying!" "NO! You broke my nose, you jerk!" She stopped crying momentarily to say this and returned back to her crying.

Grabbing first aid, you tended to her broken nose. She would make half-ass attempts at threats like: I'll bite your fingers, I'll drown you and I'll make you disappear.

Oh and she's surprisingly fluent in Dutch.

Suffice to say? It was nice having someone to talk to besides listening to the radio on your boat.

Although Chelsea wanted to take selfies with your phone and didn't want to talk.

Until you spoke of your crush....Connor.

The mermaid's attention was now on you. Quickly scooting herself next to you, she quickly devised a plan.

Why don't you be the cool popular girl.

So Chelsea taught you the ways of how to gain popularity and be way past cool.

Overall Chelsea liked helping her human achieve her goals.

Her.......Human.....Hmm.

Maybe she should be a little selfish, nothing wrong with that. . . . .right?

Chelsea's behaviour has been weird lately.

Like she would oftentimes sit very close to you. Like having shoulders touch.

She would stop her insults and would start flirting with you.

She started to sing songs that are related to love or something and hoping to get the pal they like.

When you decided to sleep in your fishing boat for the night, you could've sworn you saw Chelsea watching you sleep.

She would get annoyed whenever you mention your friends and your crush connor.

Actually whenever you mention connor, her nails would dig into the boat

You both got into a fight from one too many of Chelsea's flirting.

"What's your deal!? I'm practicing my flirting?" She defended but you retaliated, "With someone who has a crush on someone, it's messed up! Y'know what, just go!"

You didn't see Chelsea's look of sadness that suddenly turned into anger.

You waited for her to move, but she didn't even move in the slightest.

"I think I just had enough with you, mi amor." She said in spanish....She's bilingual?

And without a second to lose, she lunges towards you and everything went dark.

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Your head was throbbing and everything felt sorta cold. Groggily getting up, your vision was blurry and you quickly licked your chapped lips and sharp teeth. Quickly getting up from your laying position, you reach towards your mouth and felt sharp teeth occupying your mouth, looking down at your body, you noticed your entire skin and appearance looked roughly similar to a tiger shark.

"Mijn liefje? What are you doing up?" Chelsea said, she yawns and rubs her eyes. You looked at the mermaid and gave her look that wanted answers to your predicament. Smiling innocently she swims towards a weird stone closet and opens it to reveal clothing tops. "It's simple, it was my magic." She stated as she pulls out a red crop top with two golden cuffs. "I used a spell and turn you into a gorgeous mershark similarly to a tiger shark." Chelsea added as she examines them closer, she nods and tosses them into your arms. "Now put these on, I wanna see you in red!" She says while clapping her hands together as you looked at her with a look of betrayal.

"You turned me into a freak!?" You shouted and dropped the clothes down but they slowly floated due to being underwater. Chelsea's expression turned one of happy into one of annoyances. Putting one hand on her hips and raising the other, she snaps her fingers and spoke in a haunting echoing voice. "Gehoorzamen!" She ordered in dutch as you felt your entire body follow her commands.

With another snap of her fingers, you regained control over your body. "Wh-What did you!?" You asked in fear as Chelsea looms over you. "What did I do? Isn't it obvious, I used my magic!" She said it as if you were an idiot.

"Now here's the quick recap, I started to gain feelings for you which is gross, what kind of weirdo of a mermaid falls for a weak human? Now since you're like me, we can chill and talk as much as we want! Like besties but lovers!" She said joyfully as you continued to stare at her.

You attempted to flee, but only for your tailfin to be grabbed and your entire body to be swung and slammed into the wall. Chelsea's hand held your throat and her sapphire blue eyes now had a murderous look in them. She leans into your ear, her breathing heavy and spoke with an annoyed tone.

"It seems you haven't gotten the memo, Liefde? I own you, that means you obey every word I say." She stops for a moment for a quick deep breath and it looks like she was about to lose her temper with each sentence she spoke. "And if you don't, I'll get mad, very mad. And when I get mad, I get hungry and when I get hungry. I crave for something-." She stops and whispers teasingly in your ear. "Bloederig~" and not knowing dutch, you can easily tell she was talking something about blood of possibly human's.

"So liefde? What do you suggest we do?" She asks as she rubs a thumb on your chin, enjoying the sandpaper like skin. You looked at her in the eyes and muttered quietly and asks what you said.

"What was that? I couldn't quite catch that." She hums as she leans in closely and you sadly repeat what you said. "Let's go and do something fun...babe." you felt disgusted calling this....monster that name.

"That's a good shark~" She coos and begins to lead you towards a different location.

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@hana-no-seiiki @chadychadyy2k

I have a headcanon that Chelsea is a Dutch Mermaid lmao!

I'm going to make more after finishing up with my other yandere projects!

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

At My Weakest

Ahn Yujin x F reader

GENRE: angst, slight fluff

TAGS: broken friendship, unrequited love, best friends

TYPE: Request

Closing the heavy metal gate with a gentle push, Yujin walked along the familiar stony pathway leading to the two-story house. The autumn breeze danced across her cheeks, brushing away the remnants of tears that had left their mark, only to be replaced by fresh ones welling up in her eyes.

Seeking solace in nostalgia, Yujin grabbed the hidden key concealed beneath the cat-shaped umbrella stand, a gift she had given you all those years ago. With a sense of trepidation, she slipped into the place she had once called home. The walls were still adorned with a pale tint, the creaking wooden floorboards, and the warm glow of yellow lights greeted her, as if time had stood still in the house. Yet, one thing had changed irrevocably—the bond you once shared, forged in innocence, had withered away, leaving behind an ever-present, suffocating pain in her chest.

It’s funny how time changes relationships, leaving only memories engraved into the very fabric of the walls, whispering stories of the past. 

Continuing down the hallway, Yujin couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle upon laying her eyes upon the wall adorned with your school pictures. The laughter, however, held a tinge of melancholy.

Pausing in front of the last photograph, she found herself transported back to the days of preschool graduation, where you and Yujin had clasped hands, beaming with toothy smiles under adorable graduation caps. Below the photo, were both of your scribbled handwriting, spelling out the surnames of each other.

You had insisted on only writing down each others’ surnames, claiming that writing your full name was unnecessary. Yujin knew you were actually struggling with spelling out the ‘YU’ in her name, so she nodded in agreement. 

"I always call you Yujin, never with Ahn. So I won't forget your name, but I might mix up your last name," you had explained while inscribing "Ahn" with a pink marker, insisting it suited her name perfectly. "I added a heart because you're my best friend."

With a final glance, Yujin made her way to the living room, only to be confronted with an unrecognizable sight. It seemed that you decided to change things after all. You were never the one to really dwell on the past memories, Yujin was.

The weathered brown couch, where Yujin had spent countless nights cradling you in her arms, soothing your heartache over another failed relationship, had been replaced with a sophisticated black leather sofa. The small boxed TV, which had witnessed your shared love for romance movies, had been replaced by a grand flat-screen display. The room, once spotlessly arranged by your mother's loving touch, now bore witness to scattered toys strewn across the floor. Yunjin knew you had a daughter with your ex-fiance Do-yun (she stalked your social media), and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt as she recognized your daughter's striking resemblance to you when you first met.

Her body automatically led her to the familiar staircase that she spent most of her childhood racing up and down from. While the floorboards retained their familiar appearance, a polished wooden handle now adorned the staircase, along with safety nets that stood as safeguards for your daughter.

Yujin closed her eyes and gently placed her hand upon the newly polished handle, ascending the steps one by one—counting silently. One, two, three, four, five... She halted abruptly on the ninth step, bending down to inspect the bottom right corner, just next to the handle. There, etched onto the wooden floorboard, she found a sentence, so small anyone would miss it if they didn’t know what to look for: Think of me, Ahn Yujin.

You had carved it into that particular step of the stairs the night before Yujin debuted as a member of IZ*ONE. The two of you had sat on those stairs, sipping stolen champagne from your parents' cupboards at three in the morning, engrossed in conversations about the future. Yujin could vividly recall the sight of you, head resting on her lap, radiating a breathtaking beauty. Her heart raced every time your eyes met, and the scent of your vanilla perfume drove her crazy. She had wanted to bend down and kiss you. 

“Do you get nervous before you perform?” You had asked her, curious about the soon-to-be idol. 

“Every single time.” She had admitted.

“How do you overcome it?”

Yujin held the image of your gaze in her mind, your eyes sparkling with interest and a lazy smile gracing your lips. You looked at her as if she held the power to hang the stars in the sky, or so she believed.

“I think of you.” She confessed, her voice was filled with vulnerability. 

“Me? Why?” you asked, genuine surprise etched across your face.

“Because you make me brave." she had answered, her heart pouring out its truth.

Upon Yujin’s confession, you had sat up and grabbed a hair pin, and leaned over the stairs, carefully engraving Think of me, Ahn Yujin on the wooden surface. 

"Promise me that you'll always think of me when you're scared, Yujin," you had requested, a flutter in your voice. "I'll always be there for you."

“I promise.”

Yujin had faithfully kept her promise, clutching the necklace you had given her and thinking about the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled before each performance. But you, on the other hand, had failed to keep your promise. You were no longer there for her, and your once supportive smiles were conspicuously absent from the crowds.

As Yujin reached the top of the stairs, she made her way slowly towards your room. The hallway near the bathroom stirred painful nostalgia within her, serving as a painful reminder of where everything had unraveled—the place where your cherished 14-year friendship had crumbled to dust.

It happened when you were both 20 years old. You had returned home from college for the winter break, while Yujin finally managed to persuade her manager to grant her a two-week break following a busy comeback with IVE. Yujin had hoped to spend quality time with you after a year of not being able to hang out. However, you seemed too preoccupied and busy for her. The thought of you possibly being involved with someone else pained her heart, yet she desperately clung to the remains of your friendship. She would rather have you as a friend than not have you at all, and she missed you dearly.

Just a few days prior, Yujin had planned a movie night with you. But when she arrived at your house and was let in by your mom, she found you dressed in a stunning midnight black backless dress and heels, leaving  your bedroom and walking down the familiar hallway. In Yujin's eyes, you looked celestial, surpassing even the beauty of a tapestry of constellations.

“Hey, where are you going?” Yunjin had asked you, confused.

“I have a date with Do-yun.” you replied, standing in front of the hallway mirror and fixing your makeup.

“I thought we had a movie night planned out.” Yujin had said, with a hint of disappointment for being stood up the third time by you this week. 

You had slapped your forehead in revelation, “I forgot that was today. I’m so sorry. Rain check?”

"I'm going back to Seoul this Friday," Yujin said, her anger beginning to surface. "I've been back for ten days, and we haven't hung out once. You've already canceled on me twice."

"I said I was sorry," you retorted, frustration creeping into your tone.

 "Sorry doesn't fix anything. You begged me to take time off to spend with you, but when I do, you act like I don't exist."

"Begged you? I never begged you," your face reddened with anger. "Why do you keep insisting on spending time with me? Don't you have other friends?"

Those words struck a blow to Yujin's ego; you were known to say hurtful things during arguments.

"I do have other friends, but you're my best friend. I missed you."

You looked at Yujin in the eye, shook your head, and pushed past her. "I can't deal with this right now. Do-yun is waiting outside."

"He's not right for you," Yujin pleaded desperately, feeling as though she was losing you with each passing year.

"Give me one reason why he's not good enough for me, Yujin. You've never liked any of my boyfriends," your annoyance grew as the argument escalated.

Yujin fell silent, her mind racing to find a way to keep you by her side without crossing any boundaries.

"Whatever, Yujin. Goodbye," you said, turning around to make your way downstairs.

"Please don't go," Yujin rushed forward and grabbed your wrists.

"I'm in love with you."

She watched as you froze, your body stiffening at her confession.

"What?" you turned to look at her, eyes wide with shock and confusion.

"I'm in love with you. I always have been," Yujin whispered, aware that this revelation would forever change everything between you.

You closed your eyes slowly, as if the sight of Yujin had become too much to bear.

"Please don't say that."

"I can't hide it any longer," Yujin wanted to shout in frustration. "I see your face everywhere I go, I miss you when you're not around, I can't stop thinking about you."

"Yujin, I'm not gay," you paused, tears welling up in your eyes as you carefully chose your words. "Stay away from me."

Yujin always knew that you didn't reciprocate her feelings, but she never expected you to reject her for who she truly was.

She had left your house that day, breaking off all contact , leaving behind her love for you. Yet here she was, ten years later, back in your house, entering your room for the first time in a decade, simply because you had sent her a text expressing a desire to meet up with her. Pathetic as it may sound, Yujin knew that if you said you wanted her back in your life, she would drop everything in a heartbeat.

Taking a deep breath, Yujin finally reached the door to your room and pushed it open. Despite the changes downstairs, your room remained unchanged. It was as if time had frozen within these four walls, disregarding the changes happening outside. The bed sheets still bore the same shade of blue, the pictures of your prom night together were still on your desk, and even the brown stuffed puppy she had given you for your tenth birthday remained on the bed.

The only indication of the passing years was the little girl sleeping peacefully in the bed, clutching the stuffed puppy tightly in her arms. You were lying next to her, gently stroking her hair, and when you saw Yujin, you met her eyes.

You appeared slightly older, with weariness evident in your eyes, but to Yujin, you were as beautiful as ever. 

"Yujin," you whispered, and she cast her gaze downward. 

“Hey.”

She heard you slowly rise from the bed and approach her. Yujin closed her eyes, silently praying that she could regain her composure after seeing you. It had taken her years to move on, but deep down, she knew she never truly had.

Before she could react, you threw your arms around her and engulfed her in a hug. 

“I’m so sorry.” You sobbed, refusing to let go. 

Yujin simply shrugged, unable to bring herself to say anything. 

"I'm sorry for the things I said to you. I couldn't process my feelings for you back then, and all I could think of was pushing you away from me."

“It’s okay.” Yujin whispered, finally wrapping an arm around you. 

“No, it’s not. I hurt you, Yujin.” You pulled back and looked at her determinedly,

“I am in love with you Yujin, I’m sorry it took losing you for me to understand this.”

Yujin froze, staring at you with her eyes wide in shock. 

“You love me?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "I think I always have, but I was so terrified when you confessed your love that I pretended not to feel anything. I wanted to keep our friendship, but instead, it drove you away."

The words caught in the idol's throat. Standing before her was the girl she had loved for almost two decades, and the possibility of you returning her feelings was overwhelming.

"What took you so long?" Yujin pulled you impossibly closer, burying her face in your hair.

"It would have been selfish of me to declare my love for you while you were with someone else, so I waited."

Suddenly, the young girl on the bed stirred, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. Her brown doe eyes mirrored yours; she was a spitting image of you.

"Mommy?" The young girl called out.

“I’m here baby.” You walked over and scooped the girl in your arms. “Do you want to meet my friend?”

Your daughter happily nodded as she looked at Yujin. Just like you were as a kid, your daughter was outgoing and eager to meet new people.

"Hello, your majesty," Yujin bowed, formally introducing herself.

Your daughter giggled. "My name is not majesty."

"I thought you were a princess. You look so pretty," Yujin pretended to be shocked, eliciting more giggles and a blush from the younger girl.

"What's your name, princess?” 

"Kim Yujin." 

Yujin smiled, her surprise evident.

"You named her after me?" she whispered, causing you to blush in embarrassment.

"I missed you a lot during my pregnancy," you confessed, trying to defend yourself. "Cut me some slack. I was at my weakest."

Yujin burst into laughter, finally able to breathe without feeling the ache in her heart that had persisted for ten long years. She could adapt to the changes in your house, and most importantly, she could definitely get used to the way you felt in her arms.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Celebrating Ramadan With Kalim and Jamil

Masterlist

First of all, I would like to say that all of this is incredibly self-indulgent. I know that everyone has their own traditions and ways of celebrating Ramadan but this is how my family observes this month. I would love to hear anyone else’s input.

Okay, my mother would love to meet them because they are good, respectable boys.

Every year my mother goes abaya shopping where she has to buy three different abayas (one for Eid, one for Taraweeh/Jummah prayers at the mosque and one for everyday wear) and she always gets upset because I’ve been using the same abaya for the past three years and I only get another one once my previous one has been worn down. Well, now she shall be disappointed no longer because not only would Kalim buy me three wardrobe’s worth of the most luxurious abayas known to man with the fanciest matching shawls but he also, most probably, would get her the fancy abayas as well.]

Kalim would win her heart by buying her those really luxurious hijab shawls.

Oh my god, Eid dress shopping would be a whole other monster. After finding out that I buy two dresses/outfits for Eid, he would be like ‘ha you thought’ and just pull up a thick magazine and ask my mother to point out anything and everything she wants me to have - since she’s the one that does all of the Eid shopping - and the next day I’d find a pile of readily tailored clothes in my bedroom.

A few weeks ago, my mother bought me a golden bracelet with my name written in Arabic on it and honestly part of the reason I love it is because it is exactly the kind of gift Kalim or Jamil would give me.

Iftar and Suhoor would be a feast with Kalim, Jamil and the Al-Asim wealth. Like these boys would stroll up with the rich people dates and my mother would be sold (my mum and her dad love dates).

This has nothing to do with the rest of the post but I know for a fact that the Scarabia boys would get my name right on the first try and I love them for that.

(Context: I have an Arabic/Muslim surname and I spent all my life going to a whiter-than-the-antaractic primary school that used to be a church. That place was so white that we didn’t even have proper assemblies, we had ‘service’ where the priest from down the road would come and talk about the Bible to the entire school whilst the 10-20ish Muslim kids would sit at the back of the hall and read books. So whilst I was there everyone would pronounce my last name as the way you would spell it out in english whereas the actual arabic pronunciation is different but since everyone including my teachers, the librarians, my mum and dad’s coworkers etc called me by the western pronunciation, I thought that that was what my name is. It was only after my Arabic/Quran teacher pronounced my surname in its Arabic way that my dad told me that it's the proper way of saying it. Not going to lie, it felt kind of weird knowing that I’ve been getting my own name wrong for over a decade and I still use the English pronunciation to this day)

Similarly to how Kalim would win my mum with dates and clothes, Jamil would win my mum with handmade kunafa. Trust me, my family loves kunafa.

Also, my parents love arabic tea. My mum collects tea sets and her two favourite sets are her Turkish tea glasses and silvery metallic Moroccan tea set. Jamil would see her arabic mint tea leaves and he would offer to brew it for her and it would taste like perfection, I just know it.

There was this one Ramadan where my mum got into Arabic calligraphy so she bought this big canvas and some black paint and my sister and I tore out pages from my cartridge paper pad and used my calligraphy pens and we just sat and tried to replicate the arabic calligraphy art we saw on google images whilst listening to nasheeds and I KNOW that Jamil would love to do this. Like he would come out with a masterpiece after ten minutes and then judge watch me try to make mine look half decent before trying to help me. 

I don’t think Jamil would be allowed in the kitchen when my sister, mum and I prepare food for Iftar since it’s a girls only zone but if he could enter it, I know that he would be all calm and everything would be ready at least ten minutes before the adhan compared to the rat race that happens in my house where there are some days where we are laying the table like a minute before it’s time to break fast.

So the day before or two days before Eid, my mother or her friends would invite all of the ladies and their daughters for a henna party where we pay a professional to come and put henna on our arms (and sometimes feet) and we play music and sing and dance and eat sweets and it's a whole thing. Kalim would be upset that he can’t join us but he’d understand since it’s a girls only party and there will be women who want to take off their hijabs and relax but he would pay for like ten of the best henna artists he knows and order food for us and he’d be such a sweetheart like he’d be so happy when I’d show him my designs and he’d talk about how his siblings would wear henna and he used to wear it before he got tattoos.

So, my family likes to celebrate my dad’s lunar birthday since he was born during Ramadan and then, since my sister and I made a big deal of it, my parents decided that they’ll also celebrate our lunar birthdays as well - and by ‘celebrate’ I mean that my mum would order takeaway from our favourite restaurants for dinner - and I can so see this as a thing that Kalim would do only he would treat my lunar birthday as an actual birthday with cake and presents and the whole she-bang.

I kind of want to introduce Kalim to my grandma only to see his reaction to her calling my little sister ‘shaytan’ (satan/devil) as a term of endearment.

Speaking along those lines, I also have a very artistically talented friend who shares the same morbid humour as me and as a gift she made me a canvas with the words ‘Kullu nafsin thaiqatu almawti’ (Every soul shall taste death) written in arabic calligraphy that I have hung up in my bedroom and I would love to see Jamil or Kalim react to that just being one of the first things they see.

[henriediosa]

palatawan: the old money families

one of the things that i think makes palatawan really work as a tagalog translation of the world of hatchetfield is the class divide. if i could drive you through manila right now, you'd get it — the high-rises next to the slums, the sheets of metal covering the shanties next to the highway. there's something very filipino about an island with resorts and mansions on one side and a trailer park on the other.

i think the old money of palatawan are the panginoong maylupa, the landlords who bought up the land and built the mansions. so let's start with the people who made hatchetfield their own little satanic paradise:

the waylon family

Agatha and Mathias Flavio - so waylon is from the old english name weland, which probably means "cunning". it's the name of a legendary smith. someone who makes metal implements is a very cool namesake for the family who built hatchetfield. so i went for the name of our own legendary smith, ang panday (which is just The Smith in tagalog). he's a comics character. but it felt too on the nose to just use panday (after all, they're not the smiths, that would be too plain) so i went for his first name.

the perkins/houston family

Ma. Emmanuella de los Reyes Perez - it's emma! yeah, i think she comes from old money — her parents had land that she turned into perky's buds, and she had the freedom and resources to go backpacking as a young woman. we don't see it much from her because emma's trying to distance herself from her family, and i bet the backpacking has sort of roughed her up a good bit. perkins and perez both derive from the name peter.

Ma. Janella Perez Corazon - áte (big sister) janella. i changed her name because jane in a filipino accent sounds too much like jenny, and they could be confused with each other. going into psychology is a really interesting choice for her, because we don't actually have psychiatric workers for our population right now. so i think it speaks to how perfect and pure of heart she seems.

Tomas Corazon - the hugh in "hugh's town" (houston) means heart, and so does corazon. i think it works for a guy with such big feelings, who cares so much about his family.

Timothy Corazon / Tim - this is a personal thing that you may have noticed if you look at how i name my own characters, but i like it when characters have full names that they can derive nicknames from. he can't just be tim on his birth certificate, that's not a whole name. give your babies (characters) whole names.

the murray/monroe family

Rosalinda Iñiga Camella Villar Rivera - you bet i gave linda a long fancy name. camella villar is a reference to an actual filipino land-owning political family, and iñiga is a reference to one of my exes. hey, i can be petty too.

Gerald Rivera - so fancy and yet so generic. he stays in the background and that's exactly where he should be

Rio, Abra, Pasig, and Chico Rivera - all of linda’s children are named after rivers. is it because the monroe also means (the mouth of a) river? i’m not sure why, but i am keeping the pattern.

Roman Milagroso Villar - he just felt like he needed a second name. why not miraculous? it fits his ego. murray comes from an old irish name that means "master", so i picked a surname derived from the latin word for a village. they own the village (the hatchetfield boating society and the honey queen pageant board)

the young family

Sherman and Sheila Cabataan - this one's easy because the name is obviously a nod to their eternal youth. so it's kabataan, "youth" but spelled with a c to make it look vintage. (when the philippines was colonised by spain, the /k/ sound was spelled with a c like it is in spanish.)

so i've already done CCRP and the nerdy prudes (+ max); which section of hatchetfield population would y'all like to see translated next?

[kal-sharok]

Hi!! If you’re willing to talk about it/up for it I’d love to hear more about the slavophobia BioWare has in relation to their dwarves. No pressure at all of course bc I’m sure it’s taxing, I’ve just not seen this before and would love a resource to reblog about it if that’s okay. Thank you love your blog ❤️

hello! im actually glad you asked, i'll try to be as coherent as possible 😅 and no u i love yr blog!!

i'd like to preface by saying i don't think bioware invented anti-slavic sentiment in games or in general and isn't the only company, game or otherwise, perpetuating it. it's found all over the western world, most notably in western europe (where we're still regarded as 2nd class citizens, pairs really well with imperialism towards people outside of europe imo), but it also gained a significant boost thanks to the red scare in usa in particular (and continues to thrive thanks to the absolute chokehold mediocre american media keeps everything else in the world in).

im also no social sciences expert, but i do have first-hand experience on the short end of the stick and a couple of books in my have read list so let's say im qualified to rant on 🤭 it turned out quite lengthy so i've hidden it under the cut below!

when it comes to bioware, the first hurdle is already at their utterly haphazard character naming policy. there's a considerable number of dwarves who bear names that range from mockingly slavic-esque to full-blooded backwater serbian, now in yr local fantasy rpg! examples:

gorim saelac. while i do appreciate they tried to give a dwarf a mountain-y name (gora is basically any kind of steep pile of rocks with trees and dew and wildlife over it), "gorim" is how you would say "i am burning" in multiple slavic languages. this is one of the rare ones that are not hurtful and are hilarious instead (and tbh naming him goran, which is what i assumed they were going for, would probably be more ridiculous in the long run. for example i still can't take jowan seriously despite my love for the mage origin bc someone really yassified jovan and thought nobody would notice. wrong!)

lucjan and myaja. these two (along with maybe wojech "we couldn't spell wojciech" ivo) are the classic example of non-slavs butchering the hell out of slavic names bc it suits them better, which is also something commonly experienced by all non-western cultures and communities and a worldwide sign of disrespect. the in-game pronunciation during the provings gave me a physical rash. "myaja" in particular is still in my top 5 wtf moments in origins bc 1) what kind of stroke induced spelling is that 2) it reminds me of kids speaking dialect A mocking kids' dialects B by adding y sounds (which is what set the dialects apart in the first place) at unnatural spots and 3) maja /ma-ya/ would've sufficed perfectly for ethnic coding if that was the sole purpose of her character. do better! sure it was 2009 but from the little i happen to know about the world beyond the atlantic, you're just bound to run into someone of slavic descent in alberta (maybe not exactly polish but anyone would give you a closer phonetics match than... this). it's kind of amusing how 3 of bioware's founders have very slavic surnames and this keeps happening.

bogdan vasca. we don't know anything about him apart from the fact bianca davri was forced into a marriage with him and that his very dwarven parents considered him to be 'a gift from the god' (which is what his name means. theodore would be an equivalent) when naming him. the same clan of dwarves that preserved castes topside (which is why the marriage was arranged) and thus are likely to either believe in the stone (that they do not worship as a god) or nothing, certainly not a very human god with a very human, quite possibly mage (a completely alien concept from common dwarven pov) prophetess and a very human doctrine of considering anyone not human as lesser. the jokes are writing themselves at this point.

all of this naming business falls more into petty territory rather than being outright offensive, but it does bring us to the more serious manifestation — typecasting. the western media simply cannot fathom slavic people in roles that are not violent, volatile (i.e. berserkers, though there are other influences in there), constantly infighting and better off killing e/o (i.e. the diamond quarter, the merchants' guild, the carta) and relating back to thievery, addictive abusable substances and trafficking (i.e. the carta, but also official channels of lyrium supply from orzammar to the rest of thedas). as a slavic woman, it was exceptionally painful to see bioware join virtually everyone else in depicting us as women whose major purpose seems to be to engage in prostitution and surrogacy lite (i.e. noble hunters, most evident in beraht's grooming of rica brosca into the role of one). while these practices are tied to societies of woman-hating — and orzammar, if not all of thedas very much is one — i just take incredible offence in someone naming them integral (dwarven birth rates and the blight anyone?? i hated every moment of that) for a society that's previously been coded with people like myself in mind. of course im going to relate to how someone who looks like me is treated, that's the very purpose of casting. doesn't help bioware's cause that the bulk of npc's with slavic names tend to be lower-caste or castless - with exceptions such as some minor noble houses (houses ivo and harrowmont, possibly meino too) and branka (who's again smith-born and a whole villain).

by only allowing us to fulfill such roles, we are effectively barred from actually engaging storytelling to spend our eternity on the writers' back-burner. hell, even the witcher has been sanitized for the western eye (despite literally being made in poland) and i am yet to find a piece of modern media that doesn't reduce baba yaga to a quirky chicken-legged aesthetic (while also forgetting she's specific to the eastern slavic people). not to mention that if tevinter and par vollen are truly inspired by byzantine and the ottoman empire respectively, guess which mfs were both their vasals. now guess who built the deep roads and guess what tevene mages need to fuel their magic. if dwarves have already been declared the slavs of thedas, let's at least give them/us some space to be such.

[emryses]

i know this is super late (i didn’t see your tag until yesterday somehow), but could you tell me about your fic titled suo gân? i’m really curious

hi!! not late at all! ♥️

suo gân is what i’m dubbing my “mommy issues” fic, for lack of a better name lol. it’s kind of a edwin’s family headcanon fic, centering on edwin’s relationship with his mom, but told through charles’ POV (so probably also will hint at his relationship with his mom). it’s part case fic, part character study, part payneland getting together. suo gân is the name of a welsh lullaby, and i’m not 100% sure if it will be the title, but it is at least right now.

“Try the surname Llewellyn,” Edwin says, the words come out quickly, as if he doesn’t really want to be saying them.

Crystal blinks. “What?”

Edwin spells it aloud—a lot of repeating letters. “It’s Welsh. My—she was Welsh. Llewellyn was her maiden name.” He pauses, catches Charles’ eye and then in a breath adds, “And my middle name.”

“Edwin Llewellyn Payne?” Charles barks out, a smile on his face. He loves learning Edwin facts. “That’s a mouthful, mate.”

Edwin raises an eyebrow. “Do you wish to share yours, Charles?” he drawls.

Charles shut up. His middle name was his father’s name. He very much did not wish to share it.

“E-L-P,” Crystal whispers, realisation dawning on her face. “I saw—she showed me those letters, I didn’t even think of them until now. Wait.” Her fingers move fast across the keyboard, and after a few clicks, she gasps. “Yes. Holy shit. She’s here.” She flips the screen around so that they can all look at it, bending over the desk. “Elisabeth Llewellyn. Admitted to the Ashbourne Mental Asylum in 1918.”

“Oh,” Niko says, turning her head to Edwin.

The room grows stoically quiet. Charles watches Edwin’s face, the slight twist to his mouth, the way he blinks more than usual. (Which, for ghosts, is never. But there are certain human instincts you never really stop doing, and blinking is one of them. Which is to say, Edwin is blinking a lot right now.) He wants Edwin to say something, anything. He wants Edwin to look at him, so Charles can know how to respond, how he can help, what he can do.

He inhales sharply. “I see. That would be my mother.”

[votapublica]

About Cho Chang

Cho Chang is one of almost every characters that doesn’t age well in Harry Potter. A common criticism of this character starts from the name, which is allegedly of two surnames from Korean and Chinese, respectively. However I think this name is the least of the problems, what bugs me is there is literally no explanation about her actions.

I donno any Korean, so let’s just assume she is Chinese or some percent of Chinese.

Here are some facts and deductions:

1It’s normal for a Chinese person to have a name that is a combination of two surnames. Sometimes parents just want their children to have both of their surnames (because Chinese women traditionally don’t change surnames after getting married). It is possible that Cho is her mother’s last name while Chang is her father’s last name

If Cho Chang is meant to be a Chinese name, then it’s definitely not Hanyu Pinyin (the modern standardized system to latinize Chinese characters according to their pronunciation used mostly in mainland China.) Pinyin was put into use in 1958. If Cho’s family left China before 1958, it’s very likely they don’t latinize the name according to that system. Now let’s assume her name is not latinize based on Hanyu Pinyin, but the older version, the Wade–Giles. Cho maybe correspond with the character 卓，which means “excellence.” Taking her Ravenclaw status, this makes very much sense.

Her name maybe intentionally spelled in a way that is pronounceable for English speakers, without following any established romanization systems. It is common that spelling according Hanyu Pinyin is extremely hard for any English speaker to pronounce correctly(oh god my legal name is always pronounced as nonsense.) sometimes standard romanization can even create confusion. For example the Chinese name 思择，a normal name that can mean “choose carefully” is latinized into “Size.” We all know how English speakers will pronounce that🥺.

This is not to say that Jkr put a lot of effort in designing her only Asian character. Her name just doesn’t offend me really. What is weird is the plot choices and the characterization. Like, she just appeared when Harry needs a girl to drool at, and she disappeared when Harry moves on to “bigger causes.” That’s just bad writing. Period.

Also, there is literally no further explanation after she broke up with Harry defending her best friend? Like, yeah, you can argue that she is upholding the MOM’s oppressive reign, but who isn’t upholding that wizard supremacist world?

So here are some of my head canons for her to explain her action:

Family: Despite being a citizen of Great Britain, Cho’s family was originally from southeast China. At some point, they started working for the wizard version of British Hong Kong government and was adored by a British wizard family enough that they brought them to Great Britain after Britain decided to give up Hong Kong. The whole premise of them living a developed country and not to suffering under an extremely anti magic government is that they are friends of that British wizard family. As a result, the Chang family developed affinity with the MOM and supported most of its policies.

Blood status: Cho is a pure blood. Both of her parents are descended from notable Chinese wizard families. But for the British purebloods, her blood purity counts as nothing, because British wizard supremacists are not familiar with Chinese wizard families and instead think the entirety of China was so magic-phobic that Cho must be a poor and desperate Chinese refugee in need of the help of the British wizarding world. Even though Cho’s mother never forces her, but she constantly expresses that Cho should marry a famous white man from an established wizard family to prove the Chang family is truly pureblood.

Quidditch: Cho is an extrovert, she is also athletic and likes quidditch. However, her mother thinks it is unladylike to play such violent sport. She only agrees Cho to play quidditch as long as she promises to keep her grade perfect. To play quidditch, Cho manages to become one of the smartest and most popular girl in the house of wisdom.

Cedric: Cho likes Harry and Cedric. However, Cedric is much more mature and fits much better into the image of her future husband painted by her mom—someone who is so white less controversial and descended from a former minister of magic. Cedric also makes the first move on her, so Cho eventually chooses him instead.

Friends: Marietta’s family is in a similar situation: her mother works at the ministry of magic, but for various reasons her father can’t work. The only choice they have is to stick closely to those in power. Because of similar circumstances, Marietta and Cho understand each other. Cho is not only defending Marietta when she confronts Harry. If Harry can’t accept Marietta, that means he will never accept girls like herself.

The second wizarding war: after graduation, Cho worked in the MOM as her mother had always planned. However, the MOM was controlled by Voldemort. Cho had seen so much terror the blood supremacist reign had inflicted on the wizarding world that she decided she would take no part in it. She had a big fight with her mother. Cho pointed out that despite them being pure bloods, they would not benefit from such a racist and fascist government. Her mom had escaped what they perceived as hell and now she is trying to make Britain a hell for everyone.

Marriage: After the war, Cho moved out from her family and toured all around the world. When she was in America, she met a muggle guy who she eventually fell in love with and married to. To her mother’s disappointment, he is neither a wizard nor from noble background, but she eventually accepted him because Cho was happy in the end.

[ae-cow]

Hearts & Havoc

#1 of The University Series, Jake Sim/Sim Jaeyun

Warning: Swearing, possible spelling errors and I think that’s all, do tell me. NOT AN ACTUAL STORY THIS IS JUST AN IDEA OF MINE. These are all works of fiction with nothing to do with the idol's actual life. I do like some feedback. If you ever feel like "Hey this is very offensive." do tell me.

Pairing: Jake x fem! Oc

Summary: Jake writes an article on Why we put titles on Women and not Men? Well… it was mostly a write-up on how beautiful Noh-Hart Chanel is.

Word Count: 1004 Words

A/N: This was so fun to write. Based on an old fanfic I wrote back in 2022 and also based on a YA Novel, Not Here to Be Liked. We love feminism!

Written: 4 July 2024

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Noh-Hart Chanel is a Veterinary student who as soon as she stepped foot at HYBE University was dubbed Campus Beauty. A title that man no boys of HYBE decided to use to label her.

Noh-Hart Chanel, I mean come on, naming your Children after Brands like Versace Or Yves is honestly a good move. People will say how they like Versace and others will be like "The brand or Noh-Hart Versace."

Her parents also decided to have their surnames combined for their Children. Being a Wasian, her name not only stands out but also her facial features.

Literally, all her parents' good genes went to her, beautiful almond-shaped green eyes with Cupid's bow lips that looked like Cupid made a match made in heaven which he has. Long luscious dark hair that could slap me out of my senses and a model-like height from her dad.

I do think she's very very pretty there's no denying that but why is there a freaking competition on how girls look? You don't see boys having articles on their looks just maybe baseball.

Because of this article, the whole of Hybe Uni thinks Jake Shim, likes Chanel.

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“URGH! I TALKED ABOUT WHY IS THIS A COMPETITION AND EVERYONE IGNORED IT AND JUST FOCUSED ON THE IRRELEVANT THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT,” Jake clumps his hair in frustration

"You do realize that you talk less of a quarter about the competition and more about Chanel?" Sunghoon points out as he stares at his friend

"I don't like Chanel, just think she's gorgeous, I call you gorgeous and no one thinks wrong.”

"That's because you went on to talk about her features as if you stare at her face every,” His friend said

"I have no choice I sit across her,” Jake said

Sunghoon chuckles "Your statement isn't defending you, it's more of proving other people's case that you have a fat crush on her."

He stood up abruptly "But I don't!"

"You don't have to proof it, it will go away I'm sure of it.”

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"So... you wrote a whole article on me on HYPE with us?” Chanel questioned

"First of all, I did not post that, someone did! And I don't like you Chanel, I just wanted to clarify that,” Jake said

"You sure?" She tilts her head, She knows that this small move can make a man go feral especially when they find a girl attractive

He coughs "Y-" His voice cracks "Yeah, sure of it."

"But those words were written by you right?"

He sighs, nodding

"I think you're gorgeous, there's a reason why you're dubbed Campus Beauty though I do not support that the students here decided to call you that,” He explains

"However me finding you attractive does not mean I like you, I don't even know you aside from word of mouth."

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Chanel feels frustrated by the superficial attention her looks receive rather than her academic achievements.

“I’m a veterinary student for fuck sake, I study animals, and microbiology and am even on the dean's list!”

“W-where is this even going?” Jake asked, confused

“Yet I am known for my looks, which has its perks like how a hallway full of students would see me and instantly move out of the way for me, or how I'd get free food,” Chanel continues

“Again where is this going??” He repeated himself

“I want to bring down the patriarchy!” Chanel suddenly stood up, gaining attention from others around

“If I'm campus beauty then who is campus handsome? If some girl gets called a slut then what about the guy? He’ll get complimented for getting it.”

“And I do too much, I'm asking for it and if you did too much people will try to give an excuse and I'm done with it!”

“Alright then!” Jake too stands up, extending his hand, for her to shake “LET'S BRING THE PATRIARCHY DOWN!”

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Chanel and Jake were teaming up to host a campaign, it's a collaboration between both their clubs, The feminism group and HYBE with Us.

They are now in charge of painting the banner. Jake takes a chance as he sees Chanel concentrating on writing the words “BRING THIS HYBE HOUSE DOWN.”

“Jake what the fuck!” Chanel looks at Jake, angered

“What?” He pretends to be clueless

“You just put paint on my face, I look like a clown” Chanel said

“It's fine,” He said, continuing with his side

“Oh yeah I'm sure, my pretty face looks fine to you,” Chanel said

“Hey remember I wasn't the one who posted that,” Jake said “But I remember you were the one you typed that!”

“You!-“ and a peck appears on his cheek

Chanel laughs hard “That look on your face! You were about to kill me and then-“ Chanel stopped when she noticed how close he’d gotten, he was wiping her nose with a tissue

“And then what??” He looks into her eyes

“I- nothing, nothing,” She grabs the tissue, trying to ignore the blush plastered on his cheek

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“People are going to talk, I, Chanel made out with Jake Sim, a guy, you won't get the same treatment, I'll get looks, disgusted looks while you will get proud looks as if you achieved something.”

Hello everyone, you might know me for that article I posted about Chanel the campus beauty, but her appeal goes beyond just her looks. She’s an advocate for gender equality and is involved in various feminist causes. She’s deeply passionate about bringing down patriarchal structures both within and outside the university. Chanel leads a campus organization focused on women’s rights and social justice, using her popularity and influence to drive change.

I've gravitated towards her compassion and would like to use this platform to show everyone that HYBE with Us and the feminist group will be teaming up to organize a campus-wide campaign aimed at raising awareness about gender inequality and promoting policy changes within the university.

Some of you might also be reading this after finding out what had happened between the two of us. But there's a reason why my typing this out. If Chanel gets called a slut and what does that make me? A slut too. I’ve gotten praise whereas Chanel got slut shamed. This is the point of why the word feminism was created. It is about gender equality.

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