#can confirm these arts are a bisexual's nightmares

[lucero-is-here]

Headcanons: Simon Armstrong

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(SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THE REQUEST- HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME 😭)

Here he is:

1 - gets almost NO sleep. Most he slept in one day was two hours, and nothing more.

2 - he likes darker shades of colours the most. Dark blue dark green- those kinds.

3 - won’t admit it, but he gets cold quite easily.

4 - he has a pair of black fingerless gloves he loves with all his heart.

5 - he has a black cat called Shadow. Shadow literally looks like a shadow sometimes- Simon got jump scared by his own cat once.

6 - has those high platform boots- and can somehow walk really steadily in them. He has definitely used some practice-

7 - he got a crush on Ophelia (Ophelia Lincoln also from season 1) when he first met her- and he tried to get closer to her by trying to find out any special interests she had- and by helping her with any rituals. Yeah and then Ophelia murdered him since she had a nightmare and some shit -

8 - when he goes to bed, he lies down, and rolls into some kind of blanket sushi roll and then goes to sleep.

9 - decent spice tolerance. Can handle some spice, but not a lot of spice.

10 - he paints his nails black, and adds little cob webs designs to them.

11 - he’s really close with Elvira and Steven- he talked to them about liking Ophelia and everything and tried to help him.

12 - he has some really cool earrings- one of them looks like a hook from a fishing rod and it’s so cool-

13 - collect soda caps and soda pop tabs. He loves using them for little arts and crafts before painting them black.

14 - he tried making his own horror game once on a slideshow- safe to say it was really scary-

15 - he can draw really really well. He refuses to colour his drawings and leaves them as black and white.

16 - he has a random leaf collection.

17 - he’s a proud bisexual

18 - his parents are overseas so he lives alone with his cat.

19 - can’t cook to save his life- he successfully cooked one egg once and was so happy he almost cried.

20 - really protective of kids. If he sees you bullying one he’s coming for you.

21 - he has black lipstick somewhere in his room.

That’s all for now- possible part 2 but no confirming.

[multiples-fandomswontkillme]

~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

[thejadecount]

So I just watched Gabriel Agreste

And here are my thoughts:

WARNING: there’s a ton fuck of spoilers

U have been warned

1) I love Marcaniel in this episode they were just perfect. They’re really just doing shit, huh? They’re like: Don’t worry Marinette we gotchu fam and then proceed to bullshit up a plan

Also they’re totally dating how can they not be they HAVE to be dating at this point I refuse to think otherwise also Nath is like: PUT HIM IN A DRESS like we get it you FINALLY got your bisexual awakening let’s calm down and also now I want kiwibon or someone to draw Marc and Nath in dresses like Marc would be in some red Spanish dress with the frills along the chest and skirt and Nath would be in one that doesn’t cover the shoulders kinda like Elsa’s but a different color also ‘romantic comedy experts’ who did a love story between ladybug and cat noir and they just so HAPPEN to have their akumas in the same comic

I’m just saying they gotta be dating

Also Nath added Marc to the little corner of the comics (u can see it in the concept art they show Marinette at the end of the episode) so instead of NATH it’s MARC & NATH and that’s just so 🥰

Anyways enough about Marcaniel

2) I also loved Chloe in this episode like she just BUSTS through the ceiling like ‘FUCK U MARINETTE!’ And then proceeds to call herself their worst nightmare like Chloe isn’t a bitch she is THE BITCH

Also how Bob Roth just steals her phone like *chefs kiss*

3) The reveals in this episode were pretty good too like Felix is a sentimonster confirmed???? Did I actually call something because when I saw the trailer before the episode came out I jokingly said to my sister, “Dude what if Thomas did a ‘fuck you’ Bob Roth move and instead of making Adrian the sentimonster it was Felix.” And I did not low key??expect that???

4) ALSO FELIX KNOWS GABRIEL IS SHADOWMOTH THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!

Also Felix just earned himself a #4 spot on my favorite characters of mlb list for that cute kiss&clap scene with his mom at the start of it like yeah he’s still a villain and a bitch BUT a villain and a bitch WITH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT & MOTIVES besides ‘oh I hate the protagonist’

Overall, I think this has been one of the best episodes overall in the ENTIRE show like this one hit harder than Emphemeral and ALMOST as hard as Cat Blanc

Like not only was the plot reveals and included Marcaniel was good but also this episode was a perfect mix of crack and seriousness Marcaniel THREW that comedy into my water and like the gay fish I am I took that bait like it was my last meal (I’ll say it again, they really just did the fuck they wanted too)

I can’t wait for Psychomedian and all the other episodes!!

P.S. MaRiNo🥸❤️

[silverdragon-98]

Today I finally read @xiranjayzhao Iron Widow after buying the ebook months ago. And oh my god, I am so glad I found the energy on a day I didn't have any obligations, because once I picked it up I couldn't put it down. I think it took me around 2 hours and a half to finish it. It's been years since that happened last (depression you bitch).

The prologue grabs you and you can't stop. The characters are complex and nuanced and so so so good. I can empathize so hard with Wu Zetian's anger and drive; Li Shimin is a delightful dichotomy and Gao Yizhi can be so kind and compassionate to those he cares about but you get glimpses of a more manipulative and cold side of him. He's also part of my favourite interchange in the whole book

“You can’t shoot me; I’m from Central Command!” Sima Yi shouts, ramming through the soldier standoff.

“You can’t shoot me; I’m rich!”

The characters are bisexual, polyamorous and disabled and this facts get presented and showed to you in such a natural way. It's a part of who they are, and it doesn't get hidden but they're not caricatures where that it's their only character trait.

The deaths are sooo cathartic. Wu Zetian, you murderous empress😍❤️. “Welcome to your nightmare” indeed.

There's also some very good foreshadowing sprinkled through, on several accounts. And when you get confirmation it's incredible.

I can't wait for Heavenly Tyrant to get published (yes I know they're publishing another book this May so it may be a while, but how can I wait after such a cliffhanger?).

I seriously recommend everyone to read it if you like badass protagonists, mechas and sci-fi/fantasy. It's in fact so good, that as soon as I finished it I ordered a physical copy because it's a book I want to hold between my hands.

If this doesn't convince you look! The full cover art and some art from their site (there's even more there, check it out).

Zetian and Shimin by 妄猫Sama on Weibo

[pikemoreno]

beautiful things

pairing: marcus pike x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: triggering topics: disordered eating, unhealthy relationships with food, talks about negative body image. it ends with fluff and encouragement and reminders about how illogical all of that is, but please don’t read if it’s going to send you spiraling!

a/n: beautiful, poetic prose this is not. but i had a really rough week with the issue described here and i just needed a self-indulgent lil drabble that i could write in the spare time that i had today. it’s been extremely therapeutic to write and i hope it can be for you as well if you struggle.

disclaimers: this is what disordered eating looks like for me personally a lot of days. it’s going to look different for everyone and in many cases it’s so much worse than this. if your thought processes and relationship with food is negatively impacting your quality of life: please go see a therapist or counselor who can help you through it. and even if it’s mild like this here: please consider professional help so you can live to your absolute best!

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You entered the kitchen to the sight of Marcus standing over the stove, working on his family’s famous chili. You wrapped your arms around his middle and mumbled into his shoulder.

“Gotta love a man who can cook.” He laughed , running a hand over yours as he stirred. 

“It’s definitely not me. All my Nana’s doing.”

“Well, you can follow instructions at least, which is arguably just as sexy in a man.” He laughed again and you loved feeling the rumble of it against his back.

“Now that I’ll take.” He shut off the burner, reaching over to grab the bowls he’d already set out. “How much do you want?”

“None for me right now, thanks,” you unwrapped yourself from him, moving away to lean your elbows on the island and averted your eyes to where your hands were clasped.

Your mouth watered once the smell of the simmering spices hit your nose, but you resolutely decided to not let yourself be tempted. Marcus’s brow furrowed as he spooned chili into a bowl. 

“Are you sure, babe? I made more than enough.”

“I know. I just ate dinner so I’m not really hungry.” A half-truth. “I’ll eat some tomorrow.” Your smile was thin.

“Baby, your dinner was a protein bar two and a half hours ago.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, confirming that that was true, but not offering any more information that would require you lying to him. In truth, you were dying for some of that chili. It was one of your favorites and Marcus knew that. But you’d decided that you’d already eaten too badly yesterday, so you had to make up for it today and that tempting bowl did not fit into that plan. Marcus caught on, as you’d dreaded, and walked over to put a hand on either side of your face, studying it.

“Are you feeling ok?”

“Yes. Jesus, Marcus would you stop hounding me?” you snapped, yanking away so he couldn’t see the angry tears forming in your eyes. You hated feeling like this. It wasn’t often made so obvious, it wasn’t usually noticed by others. You were good at skirting around the topic, making your habits look normal, not letting anyone on to how you viewed food and yourself. 

“Hey-- what the hell is going on here?” You tried to walk away, embarrassment piling onto how you were already feeling. What an asshole move to be so harsh with Marcus when he was just trying to help. He was too good. Really, you saw this coming. You knew that as soon as he caught wind of your insecurity he’d, in his typical fashion, be entirely too caring and supportive and helpful, and yet you just couldn’t tell him about it. You knew it wasn’t a healthy mindset, but you’d rather stay in it than pull him in and worry him, so you tried to run. He grabbed your hand before you made it two steps, admonishing softly, encouragingly. “No. Stay here. Talk to me. This doesn’t seem like it’s just about chili anymore.” 

“I need to lose weight. I need to look better. Less…” Words escaped you, so you left it to a simple gesturing of your arms. Marcus looked utterly confused, dumbfounded, horrified. He’s at a complete loss for words. 

“Wha- Where did this come from?” You shrugged.

“It’s not the first time. The thoughts are… Sort of always there in my head. I just don’t voice them. They’re not pretty.”

“I see.” Marcus gnawed at his lip for a moment, considering. Several different thoughts crossed his mind in rapid succession. Firstly, it pained him that he never noticed, but now it was all making sense: your little side comments about appearance that he quickly, easily shut down, but didn’t bat an eyelash at? He should’ve confronted them more fully, not letting them slide. Secondly, it terrified him to think what you thought about yourself, the things you seemed to think weren’t worth sharing. He made the immediate mental note to be more consistent in telling you how beautiful he thought you were without your prompting. He could’ve done so much better. Time to make up for it now.

“Come here,” his hand that still held yours pulled you to face him. “Stand right here and I want you to say out loud what you think about yourself.” You looked at him skeptically. “There’s a point to this, I promise.”

“Fine. I’m--”

“Say ‘you’re’.”

“What?”

“Say it in second-person.”

“You’re-- You’re-- I can’t, Marcus. It feels like I’m saying it to you.” You crossed your arms over your chest. You already knew where this was going.

“Well,” he patted his stomach, “I’ve definitely put on weight lately. Do I not deserve the same treatment you give yourself?”

“Of course not! I love the way you look.”

“I love you, but you don’t see how that’s totally hypocritical?”

“It’s different and you know it.”

“Is it? Would you ever say anything you tell yourself to anyone else?” 

“No, but--” you sighed.

“But what? Because it seems like you think all body types are beautiful as long as it’s about someone that’s not you.” You caught your lip between your teeth. “You’re holding yourself to a standard you’d never hold anyone else to. It’s unfair.”

You groaned, falling into his waiting arms and burying yourself in him. He wrapped around you completely, as if by doing so he might squeeze every bad thought out of your head. He wished he could. You didn’t deserve what you did to yourself.

“This isn’t supposed to be logical. Stop being logical,” you murmured, muffled by his shirt. He laughed.

“Well, as long as you know you aren’t making sense. But… Seriously.” He pulled back slightly and used a finger to lift your chin back up so your eyes met his once again. “That pretty head of yours thinks a lot of beautiful things, but it’s also more than capable of lying to you. Don’t let it. And please let me help. Or someone, at least: a counselor, a friend. Just don’t let the only voice be your own.”

“Alright. I still don’t think I can manage eating right now. But I do feel a little better, thank you.”

“That’s fine,” he emphasized, hands coming to either side of your face, thumb rubbing soothing circles “One conversation is not going to change years of damaged thinking. But I’m here to get you through this, ok?” 

“Ok.” He pressed his lips to yours to seal the agreement and when he pulled away he added:

“Besides… My whole life revolves around art. You think I can’t recognize beautiful things when I see them?”

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[soughtout]

i’m almost me again, she’s almost you ..... ....  i laugh like me again, she laughs like you

Merlin’s beard, what is ( CHO CHANG ) doing out at this hour? For a ( HALF BLOOD ) who is ( 17 ) years old, ( SHE ) really ought to know better. You know, I hear that they’re aligned with ( THE ORDER ), but that could be just a rumor. I do know that ( SHE ) is ( CIS FEMALE ) and a ( RAVENCLAW ) alumni though. They’re very ( RESOLUTE ) and ( KIND ) but also quite ( RUTHLESS ) and ( DISTANT ), which could be why they remind of ( FALLING ASLEEP UNDERNEATH THE STARS, SLOWLY REALIZING THAT THE WORLD HAS NEVER BEEN KIND, A GLIMMER OF HOPE IN THE DARK AND THE WAY YOU ALWAYS SMILE, EVEN THOUGH YOU’VE NEVER FELT MORE ALONE THAN YOU DO RIGHT NOW. ). Some people say they’re the spitting image of ( MING XI ), but I’ve never heard of them. 

BIRTH AND EARLY YEARS.

Cho was born in Kinsale, Ireland, to a muggle father and a witch mother. They divorced when Cho was four years old, but remained on amicable terms, for Cho’s sake.

Her parents originally came from China, but they came to the UK during the 1960s as children (along with Cho’s grandparents) due to the economic regression and the famine that took place. Cho has visited her parents’ birth place a couple of times, but she has never lived there herself. Cho’s parents also never met while living in China.

They lived in a small cottage in the middle of the town. Her father was a shopkeeper, selling herbs, antique books and candles to the locals. Her mother was a mediwitch as well as a registered nurse, and tended to both the muggles and the wizards of their little town.

Cho is an only child, technically, but her mother was in the habit of taking in foster kids when Cho was growing up, so their house was always full. Cho considered and considers some of the ones that stuck around for longer periods to be her siblings, and refer to them as her sisters and brothers. If anyone asks if she has any siblings, she will say yes.

She spent a lot of time playing Quidditch growing up, and was always careless, reckless. Bruised knees, scratched skin and black eyes were common occurrences. Cho was always ‘one of the boys’, and was eager to prove herself. Often a little too much. She’d push herself too far, and have to run home to her mother, to get stitched up.

HOGWARTS YEARS.

She shows up at Hogwarts and gets immediately sorted into Ravenclaw. No one in her near vicinity is surprised. It makes sense, and she’s relieved. Cho likes when she can make sense of things, when she can understand. When things add up.

But the truth is, Cho would have done just as well in any other house, like  a true chameleon. 

During her second year at the school, she joined the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, as their seeker. From that moment, she lived and breathed Quidditch. It was her lifeblood, the thing that motivated her. She constantly pushed herself harder than she ought to, and kept ending up in the hospital wing. But she played a good game.

Was very popular while at the school. Cho was known as easy going, and kind. She was sweet-natured, bright, optimistic, always smiling, never went looking for a fight, softness personified. So what if she was slowly becoming a walking, breathing stereotype of a girl? She was all too aware of that, too. But it was a comfortable thing to be ---- well liked, well protected, well looked after. 

She would change, during her fifth year at the school. It would be the best and worst year of her life ---- she’d fall in love, but she would also let other people to destroy her, piece by piece, little by little. 

So, Cedric Diggory was her first love ----- and like all first loves, it was intense, electric. Cho would have done anything for him.

But would never be allowed to. And his death left a hole in her heart, a sliver of ice in her soul. Some of that inherent kindness, that warmth that came so naturally to her, was extinguished that day. 

She went home for the summer, spent most of it in despair. Refused to leave the house. Not even Quidditch excited her, anymore.

But Cho Chang had always been a girl of determination and resolution -- so she picked up the pieces, tried to put herself back together. Went back to the school for the autumn. To find out that everything had changed.

The people who she had thought were her friends, the people who were supposed to have her back, be there for her ( like she had always been, for them ), barely seemed to notice her, anymore. They stopped saving her a seat in the cafeteria. Made plans without inviting her. Whispered behind her back ( ‘ why is she still crying, like all the time? ‘ ). Pretended not to see her when she waved at them from across the room. A few people remained in her corner, but her former girl gang (most likely NPCs) wanted little to do with her, now that she was such a downer.

So Cho sought comfort elsewhere. Tried to find new friends. Buried herself in books. Wondered where the hell her popularity went. 

So she entered a relationship with Harry Potter. Her feelings for him were chaotic, tumultuous. Unsorted. Throughout their short relationship, her feelings were clouded by guilt, by sadness, by the way other people whispered behind her back, confirming all her worst fears. 

Mostly, Cho just longed for closeness, for comfort. For hope. 

During her sixth year at the school, her grades and her Quidditch performance suffered terribly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t concentrate. But she pulled through, by the skin of her teeth. 

She still joined Dumbledore’s Army, mostly for Cedric’s sake. And in the room of requirements, she found some of that hope she had been looking for, so desperately !!!!! She came alive again, little by little.

But then someone who had remained loyal to her, throughout everything, was thrown out. And everything was turned on its head once again.

So she came back for her seventh year, right? At this point, she was kind of bitter, and less trustful of people. She kept everyone at an arm’s length. She no longer cried, no longer woke up screaming from nightmares. So her old friends let her back in, as if nothing ever happened. As if Cho could ever forget, what they did to her.

That year, Cho was mostly just fueled by a silent rage. She had never played Quidditch as well as she did that year, and she had never been quite as ruthless on the court ( or off the court, for that matter.... ) as she was then.

She had learned something about loyalty the year before. It’s earned. So Cho didn’t feel particularly bad about backstabbing several of her classmates, that year. If they’re cheating on their exams, that’s hardly her fault. Or if she just happened to know who’s cheating on who, and somehow just happened to have that leaked to someone she knew couldn’t keep their mouths shut. But who would suspect Cho? She had always been a shoulder to cry on, a sweet voice, a warm hug.

Was kind of.... fucked up..... by the way she was frozen out during her sixth year at the school. Refused to cry at anything. Was always smiling and laughing, trying to emulate the old Cho, the trope that she had once been unable to shake, but was now desperate for the comfort of. 

AFTER HOGWARTS.

Cho graduated with good grades and with talent scouts from two major Quidditch teams showing interest in her and her talents. So on graduation day, she signed with Tutshill Tornadoes, and became their new aspiring seeker.

She moved into a flat in London and adopted two cats and a toad.

Spends a lot of time painting, and probably isn’t particularly good at it, but she finds it peaceful. It quiets her mind, makes her less tense.

Joined The Order on a whim. It’s not really the type of thing one should do on a whim, of course. But Cho has always had a bleeding heart, one that’s made of gold, and as the war became more and more imminent, Cho could hardly sit by and do nothing. So despite her reluctance towards using violence, Cho is now a member of The Order. 

PERSONALITY / PERSONAL STUFF.

Let’s talk about the duality of Cho Chang !!!! On one hand, she is so so soft, so sweet, so kind. One of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. But then there’s the other side, that probably shouldn’t be there. The determination that had once been selfless has been poisoned, become entirely selfish, entirely self serving. Cut throat. Ruthless. She has been thrown under the bus enough times to know how to do it right.

On the one hand, Cho is loyal to a fault. The ride or die kind of loyal. The would die for you if you asked me to, kind of loyal. But only if you return the favor. If not, she’s fickle. 

Knows that she has a pretty face and a sweet demeanor, and isn’t afraid to use it to get what she wants. 

Kind of in the bad habit of keeping people at an arm’s length these days. Reveals little information about herself that’s of any real importance and is always questioning other people and their motives, even if she technically knows, deep down, that she can trust them. A seed of distrust is rooted deeply within her.

So so brave, but also so so tired of having to be !!!

Has never killed anyone and suspects that it would ruin her, if she had to. Cho always tries to disarm, disarm, disarm. 

Her patronus is a swan and I love that for her !!!!!!

Hasn’t cried in almost a year !!!!! Just can’t !!!! Do it !!!!

Bad at visiting her parents but thinks of them a lot and sends them weekly owls !!!

Feels the most alive when she’s up in the skies, flying.

Would fight a man for her friends.

Mostly finds comfort in books and art. Finds equal comfort in poetry and pretty words as she does in facts and knowledge.

Very bisexual !!!!! Has also found that she prefers girls to boys, these days.

Kind of sarcastic? 

Pitch black humor. Gallow’s humor always.

Speaks with a slight Irish accent !!

CHARACTER INSPO.

sansa stark, izzie stevens, meredith grey, every song written by hozier tbh, taryn duarte, willow rosenberg, queenie goldstein, elena gilbert. 

SOME CONNECTIONS ( i’ll elaborate on this tomorrow ).

a roommate !!!!!

quidditch rivals???

old quidditch team mates!!!

a couple of best friends !!

ex girlfriends !!!

enemies !!!

ex friends !!!

[wcrmtale-blog]

001. BASICS.

FULL NAME. Peter Douglas Pettigrew

NICKNAME. Pete, Wormtail, Wormy, Dougie (but very specifically only by certain aunts)

BIRTHDAY.  May 21st, 1960

GENDER. Cisgender male

SEXUALITY. Questioning (bisexual)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, some poor Latin retention from Hogwarts

ACCENT. All Sheffield, dropping his h’s, making his u’s into uh’s, contorting vowels and dropping plurals, turning behind into be-yind. Pete himself tends to insert plenty of speech breaks, liberally peppered with filler words (all those good ums and ahs), though his sentences tend to blur together rather than having an audible period/pause after every idea. Peter’s a notorious mumbler, always checking himself to try and chin up and speak a little more defined so he and his conversational partner don’t have to play the painful ‘can you repeat that?’ game.

BIRTHPLACE. Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN. Taurus/Gemini cusp. One of the Earth signs, Taurus has a reputation for being a grounded sign, less hotheaded and more reliable and practical than others. A Taurus can be committed to the point of stubbornness and often finds fulfillment in utility. However, Taurus is very susceptible to possessiveness and insecurity and is very resistant to sudden change; criticism hits hard and when a Taurus is in an unhealthy mental state, a great majority of their emotions can be reliant on the people they are surrounded by. What a Taurus wants more than anything is stability and purpose; without these things, the ground feels shaky underneath their feet and can send them spiraling to find a way to fulfill those needs.

EX-HOGWARTS HOUSE. Gryffindor

PATRONUS. Brown rat

BOGGART. An ever changing beast that’s seen many variations. The current most popular switches between two variations of failure -- one in failing in his duty to the Order and Albus Dumbledore himself dishonorably discharging him, the other in facing the rest of the Marauders and finding that none of them remember him. Had Pete been exposed circa his second year at Hogwarts, it would have likely been Minerva Mcgonagall (brilliant, impatient, terrifying). 

BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood

ALLIED WITH. Order of the Phoenix

FACECLAIM. Charlie Heaton

002. PHYSICAL TRAITS.

HAIR COLOUR & STYLE. Ashy brown, it’s thin but there’s a lot of it, which makes tangling a nightmare if he doesn’t stay on top of it. The current style is grown out of a childhood bowl cut and the now-longer layers tend to piece together around his face and over his eyes. Peter hates how it looks tucked behind his ears too much to keep it out of the way like that, leading to frequent little jerky movements of his head intended to force his hair back into place for a few minutes at a time. The gesture is hardly a graceful one and sometimes he doesn’t bother; all the easier to hide behind.

EYE COLOUR. Dark brown

COMPLEXION. Pale, sunburns at the drop of a hat

ETHNICITY. Caucasian

HEIGHT. 1.71 m (5′6 ft)

PHYSIQUE. Skinny in the way any post-adolescent boy retaining his metabolism is, a little soft in the stomach where late night stress snacking is just beginning to catch up with him. Narrow shoulders, lines more round than sharp, a body used to having to look up to people.

TATTOOS. N/A

PIERCINGS. N/A

CLOTHING & STYLE. Lots of denim, plenty of layers (jackets, jumpers, undershirts, even when it’s warmer out), single-minded dedication to old white trainers that are worn until the bottoms run through. An especially well loved Gryffindor jumper that gets the most use out of all of them. Brown beanies tugged down over red-tipped ears, thick woolen socks with warming threads sewn into the toes. Henley shirts, red or navy and usually with a flannel thrown over the top. A preference for long sleeves and full length pants that suggests a lack of desire to shown off one’s body – in fact, quite the opposite.

MANNERISMS. Darting eyes hopping between every member of a conversation and a few on the outside, not missing anything. Shoulders hunched up around the ears, a laugh that hesitates, always looking for someone else’s laughter to confirm that it’s warranted. Rubbing hands together in the cold, shifting from foot foot when idle, tucking chin close to chest and curling in on himself. Thumbing repetitively at the filter of a cigarette, always blowing smoke down instead of out. Grabbing at items in his pocket and squeezing them tight. Flinching instinctively when someone approaches too fast, even if that someone is a friend.

HABITS. A nervous fidgeter, all leg bouncing and picking at nails until his cuticles are raw, barely conscious he’s doing it. A semi-conscious chewer too; plastic spoons and straws tend to get caught up in his mouth for an hour after he’s done with them, same with the ends of zippers or the tops of pens. Classic stress eater, often climbing out of bed late at night to dig a snack out of the fridge or from under his bed. Peter drinks milk from of the carton and eats ice cream out of the tub; spoons macaroni into his mouth from the pot rather than into a bowl first and snatches bacon right from the pan, absentmindedly sucking his fingers clean after. His friends are more than used to that specific longing look that means he wants something from your plate but is too polite to ask for it. Pete hums constantly when he’s alone (or thinks he is), especially in the shower. Kicks off his shoes and tucks his feet up to his chest on big enough chairs and couches, never unties the laces on his trainers. Tends to make faces when he makes eye contact with himself a mirror. Prefers to sleep in his Animagus form if it’s safe enough that no one isn’t in the know will burst into his bedroom. After he’s been standing for more than ten minutes at a time, he starts leaning into things: doorframes, walls, tables, Remus...

003. PERSONALITY TRAITS & TYPES.

POSITIVE. PERCEPTIVE, ADAPTABLE, UNOBTRUSIVE, CONSIDERATE, EMPATHETIC, LOGICAL, PATIENT

NEGATIVE. AWKWARD, ANXIOUS, WITHDRAWN, WILLFULLY GULLIBLE, INDECISIVE, SELF-CRITICAL, DEPENDENT

HOBBIES & INTERESTS. Novels, particularly sci-fi. Any kind of new music, muggle and wizard bands alike. Some light art, he doesn’t credit himself with being anything but a doodler but he’s actually got an eye for landscapes and buildings. There’s a newly acquired interest in gardening that’s just recently begun to creep in there as well. 

INSECURITIES. Hoo boy.. his physicality: what he looks like, what his strengths are (or more specifically, aren’t. He’s well aware he isn’t exactly toned). His learning ability: everything he struggled to retain in school, how much longer it takes him to pick up most new magic compared to his peers. His personality: how awkward he is at conversation or cracking jokes, how boring he can physically hear himself being every time he talks to another person, how little he has to say about himself that’s interesting or engaging. His roots: entirely unremarkable, the kind of generic that no one remembers. His friends: how easy it would be for them to drop him, how many other vastly more interesting, funny, charming people there are that could take his place, how much more dedicated he fears they are to each other compared to him. Himself in comparison to everyone around him: encompassing all of these previous fears.

MBTI TYPE. ISFP; introverted, sensing, feeling, percieving.  

ENNEAGRAM TYPE. Type Two - The Helper

MORAL ALIGNMENT. True Neutral

TEMPERAMENT. Melancholic

DEADLY SIN. Sloth

004. THIS OR THAT.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT?

OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST?

LEADER OR FOLLOWER?

CONFIDENT OR SELF-CONSCIOUS?

CAUTIOUS OR CARELESS?

PASSIONATE OR APATHETIC?

BOOK SMARTS OR STREET SMARTS?

COMPLIMENTS OR INSULTS?

COLD HANDS OR WARM HEART?

005. ASSOCIATIONS.

COLOURS. Washed out colors; pale reds and oranges and piney greens like a chilly landscape under late autumn rain. Dusty brown, like cooking chocolate or dead leaves. The dingey off-white of something well-worn. Once blazing scarlet and gold, sported long after the brilliance of the color has faded. The translucent blue of shallow veins.

WORDS. Hesitant, shuffling, sniffle, blink, curl, small, nibble, snort, resigned, surprised – ‘woah!’, ‘sure’, ‘i s’pose…’

SCENT. Wet wool, dusty books, lived in skin and no cologne, tobacco lingering in hair from his and Sirius’ cigarettes, ash in a fireplace the morning after. Rich earth, a smell like the word ‘verdant’, like Hestia in the greenhouse.

TASTE. A Pepper-Up potion on a cold day, a rolled up slice of plain wheat bread for a meal while on watch, leftovers just a little off from one too many reheating charms, the burn of alcohol forced down, a meaningless kiss from years ago, joining the rest he can count on one hand.

SOUND. Chaotic conversation while playing observer in the Common Room, all laughter and chatter and friendly lobbed insults. His mother’s favorite songs from the 50′s playing every Sunday morning, the church bells on the walk through town. The confident lilt of James’ voice, the steady cadence of Remus’. Click, pressing play on his Walkman, different from the click-sht of a lighter. A hard sniff, the choked noise of holding back louder tears. The shuffling of sheets and the squeak of mattress coils in a quiet room late at night, turning over and over trying to find a comfortable spot.

MAGIC. Convenience, practicality, repetition. Sneaking off to drill himself again and again until it finally sticks. The giddy rush of that first Patronus, the sheer triumph of that first transformation. Three unregistered Animagi, a law worth breaking, the boy worth breaking it for.

WEATHER. Autumn, cool and overcast. Curling up on the couch in sun beams sneaking through the window, the most satisfying naps he can remember. Dead leaves crunching underfoot walking through the courtyard, going out of his way to step on them. Summer, always a little damp under long sleeves, dizzy and overheated. The heaviness in spring air when rain is on the horizon.

FEELING. Anticipation, queasy anxiety, wanting to reach out and holding back instead. The dread of approaching a classroom without assigned work ready, the exhilaration of cheering on the winning team, the sensation of always having to walk a little faster to keep up. The darker pleasure of seeing someone else be the butt of the joke. The guilty undercurrent of worry watching a close friend laughing with someone else. The guiltier undercurrent of resentment. Wanting. Doubting. Reminiscing. A distant crush from childhood that never quite goes away. The comfort of being touched by someone you care about, an arm around the shoulders, a hand ruffling your hair. The old fears that only get bigger – of not being enough, of never having been enough.

MEMORY. Learning to ride a bike and a broom the same summer, coughing a fit at his first cigarette. Nervously wiping hands on his trousers before shaking Remus’ hand, their first time on the Hogwarts Express. Watching James on the Quidditch Pitch, like trying to stare head-on at the sun. One period of grace when even Sirius felt like a close friend, when everything was right, when school never needed to end. 

TOUCH. Damp earth clinging to the soles of bare feet, goosebumps on bare skin. Sliding on a jumper with nothing underneath.  Pale grey and soft to the touch, a tiny heart trembling under thin skin. Chocolate Frogs melting onto finger tips. Sirius giving him a joking pinch to the cheek, a hard clap on the back, the pain sore and sweet all at once.

[jennysilverfur]

About me

Everything You Need To Know About Jennifer Silverfur (UPDATE)

EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT JENNIFER SILVERFUR (UPDATE)

Full Name: Jennifer Marie Silverfur

Species: Cat

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Eye Color: Brown

Fur Color: Grey

Height: 5'2

Weight: Close to about 90 or 100 lbs

Date of Birth: July 16, 1987

Place of Birth: Los Angeles, CA

Current Hometown: Long Beach, CA

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Straight

Ancestry: Irish and French

Martial Status: Divorced (currently dating @ClemenceCroc)

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FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, AND OTHER FACTS

Father: Andrew Silverfur (deceased)

Mother: Helen Silverfur, a.k.a @HelenSilverfur (deceased)

Siblings: Regina Silverfur and Tara Silverfur (both confirmed to be alive)

1st Husband: Super Snooper (former)

2nd Husband: None...at least not yet

Boyfriend: Clemence Crocodile, a.k.a @ClemenceCroc

Children: Andrew Silverfur II and Angel Silverfur (twins, both two and half years old), Zane and Madison Crocodile (stepchildren; four and one-years-old respectively)

Friends: WAAAAAY TOO MANY TO NAME! Tony Bread (@GowestkidCooper), Stephen (@sega_stephen), Twilight Sparkle (@toaster861; the EQG version, not the pony), the cast and crew of #EC, almost all of @ClemenceCroc's friends, e.t.c...

Jobs: Part-time detective (owns and operates her very own detective agency), former assistant/contestant at #EC

Personality: Friendly, down-to-earth, inquisitive, free-spirited, and open-minded (good traits); moody, excessively clingy, manipulative, stubborn, and introverted (bad traits)

Psychological Quirks: Mildly autistic (diagnosed at age 4), her mind a variable mix of childlike innocence and mature sensibility, can be quite defensive over her mental disability and personal habits/tastes, fears solitude more than anything else

Hobbies: Reading, writing, drawing, collecting and playing vintage video games, cooking, nature hikes, jogging, tennis, boxing, swimming, martial arts, exercise, volleyball, singing, and dancing

Likes: Warm sunlight (she IS a cat, after all), 80s and 90s music, being scratched behind the ears, comedy movies, meeting new people, cuddling, strong well-built men, children, Sherlock Holmes novels, her current job, hot and steamy sex (as long as it's still gentle), iced coffee, fast food (reserved only for certain occasions), baby animals, video games, puzzles, art, good food, parties, and being a parent

Dislikes: Bullies, spiders, child abusers, pedophiles, anyone who hurts or belittles her family and friends, misogynists, people being assholes or jerks, alcohol, rape, dishonest people, burnt or spoiled food, traffic jams, being alone, having/catching a cold, Tito Dickman

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RP INFO

- I am availible at all times of the day, every day, up until 10:00 P.M. or later. On certain days I might not be on.

- I'm not new to RPing (my character has been around on Twitter since 2012).

- Any lewd or NSFW lovemaking scenes must take place in DMs ONLY. That's because I need my timeline looking clean as a whistle.

- No bullying! Haters and dissers will be blocked!

- Child pornography of any kind will NOT be tolerated.

- I will try to stay in character for the most part, but should I feel the need to drop the mask for a bit, I will type an OOC tweet. My character will sometimes even refer to me in her own comments.

And that's just about all of everything you need to know about Jennifer Silverfur. I will update this info at a later time.

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FULL BIO

Jennifer Silverfur is a 29-year-old female grey shorthair cat who currently resides near Long Beach. She is the youngest daughter of Andrew and Helen Silverfur and the youngest of three sisters; her older sisters are Regina and Tara Silverfur, both of whom are currently single and (at the moment) missing.

Jenny (as she likes to be called) was born in Los Angeles to an Irish father and a French mother. She had spent most of her kittenhood in Riverside, San Bernardino, and Palmdale, before moving back to L.A. to attend high school. After graduating from college, Jenny set up residence in Mobius, where she began her first job as a detective working alongside the town's local police force. It was through one of their former colleagues that she found out about an Indycar team called Kinnetics Racing; she eventually joined in 2012 as the team ambassador and worked her way up to becoming the team co-owner about a year later. She married her old kittenhood idol Super Snooper, who was the team's owner at the time, on May 26, 2013 at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway (IMS), in an event that remains one of the biggest most televised moments in the team's history. The marriage soon resulted in the birth of three children: twins Andrew Etienne and Angel Marie Snooper (May 2, 2014) and Susan Rose Snooper (September 4, 2016-November 2016).

However, the seemingly happy marriage began to disintegrate in the recent years following the infamous Thanksgiving day mass hacking. The child porn scandal tainted the team's reputation so much, that Jenny finally realized her husband turned out to not be the ideal "knight in shining armor" as she had envisioned him to be long ago. Intense arguments about the team's future grew worse over the first several months of 2016, leading to incidents of psychological, emotional, and (sometimes) physical abuse, but what really was the last straw for Jenny is her youngest daughter's unexpected death last month due to Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS). This was the breaking point that led her to make the most important decision of her life: divorce.

Jenny filed for formal legal separation in the week following little Susan's funeral, then finalized the divorce, winning permanent custody of the twins. With the proceeds from the settlement (plus the spousal alimony she demanded), she was able to get a two-story four-bedroom two-bathroom mansion in the hills near Long Beach, CA. Then another tragedy struck--her father, Andrew Silverfur, was fatally shot while attempting to escape a kidnapping attempt by his former son-in-law. The incident drove both Jenny and her widowed mother to bouts of deep depression and, in her mother's case, alcoholism. Her mother eventually quit drinking, but the emotional damage continued to affect Jenny for the next few weeks.

After the divorce, she went through another short-lived relationship with video game superstar Miles Prowler (a.k.a @Realindytails24), who later broke up with her over the issue of trust and loyalty. Then, while still yet recovering from the emotional fallout over the breakup, she had a chance meeting with a burly 7'2 male crocodile named Clemence Crocodile (a.k.a @ClemenceCroc); like her, he had been divorced once, with two hatchlings from previous relationships. They have since then become a couple in a serious and secure relationship and are currently expecting a fifth child.

Nowadays Jenny has returned to her old job and continues to work part-time at her detective agency, often teaming up with the police on special cases. She also had made appearances on the internet reality show #EC, first as an assistant and then as a contestant on Team Wolfman after an embarrassing incident that cost her her previous job; while not very happy to have taken the place of her friend Rarity (a.k.a pennut48), she willingly accepted the new position without complaint. Prior to her being voted out, Jennifer has been an integral part of Team Wolfman and helped them score several victories, bonding well with her teammates as well as with those from the opposite team (though only half-heartedly); she will guest-star in the season finale.

Her main goal in life is to become a better mother, wife, stepmother, and best friend as the years go by; her tendency to be more open-minded than her ex-husband has enabled her to befriend people from all walks of life, including her new boyfriend's close friends (most of whom are gay and bisexual) and some of her own friends who are confirmed lesbians. With a possible second marriage in her future, she is glad to have escaped a nightmare that ALMOST prevented her from following her dreams.