#flirtatious disaster bisexuals

[jennycalendar]

back to btvs blogging to fix my brain a little i wanna talk about why jenny/ethan would function like calendiles except more insane and probably worse.

first off -- @ethanrayne was the one who fully converted me to how excellent the notion of bisexual ethan is, simply because ethan sharing the same desires and inclinations as giles and pivoting to the exact opposite end of the spectrum creates this excellently absurd warped mirror where they're both somehow overcompensating. trying to distance themselves from something and furious at this person who is able to inhabit this aspect of themselves that they themselves find abhorrent. giles could date men but he doesn't and won't because it's wrong so OBVIOUSLY he is going to live in a constant state of rigorous self-flagellation and boxed-in misery. ethan could date women but he doesn't and won't because then he's living within the confines of the system so CLEARLY the only path forward is to embrace selfish reckless hedonism. see what i'm saying here???

moving towards jenny/ethan with that in mind: i think ethan overlaps in key ways with both jenny and giles enough that he and jenny would get along OUTRAGEOUSLY well under particularly specific sets of circumstances. jenny and ethan both have a thirst for adventure (it's why giles likes them!) which means that they would both very likely have a hell of a lot of fun doing all the crazy party things that giles inevitably draws the line at. (the man does have limits.) they're both playful, flirtatious, sarcastic, and absolute unmitigated disasters who think they're cooler and more capable than they actually are. on that level alone they would get along really well.

BUT ALSO: ethan and giles are super similar in that they are so so mired in a decision they made in their early twenties and so resistant to change! despite ethan talking all the big talk about being freer than giles and more honest than giles, he is playing a very specific role just the same as giles is. he refuses to ever be there or be real. he would, i think, so easily see jenny as ripper's tiresome attempt at heterosexuality, as that's what fits most easily into his extremely limited concept of who giles is, and then actually meeting her and seeing her with giles and realizing that this is someone gorgeous, smart, funny, & completely in the loop re: giles's sordid history -- choosing to be with him not Because Of ripper or In Spite Of ripper but because she loves the whole complete man -- ethan would try and play mind games with jenny and she'd decimate him with her pinky finger and he would have that same moment as giles where it's like. i underestimated you SO thoroughly. i am at your mercy.

& ethan and giles are ALSO super similar in that we see them both in a romantic connection (giles with jenny, ethan with giles) where they are basically begging to be kicked around. jenny likes kicking people around. there is a very clear thing that could happen here.

[gayashelljatp]

James Hook x Morgie Le Fay | You Look Like A Dumb Boy, My Favorite Type Chapter 3/5

Tags Fluff, Roommate, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Magic, Banter, Hook Is Flirty that's cannon btw , I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Boys In Love, Sad and Sweet, Short & Sweet , Himbo Morgie, Bisexual Disaster James Hook, Morgie Has Golden Retriever Energy (Disney), Oblivious Morgie (Disney), Boys Kissing, Love Confessions, No Beta Read we die like Brandy Cinderalla, 5+1 Things

Summary:

Hook flirts with everyone in a five-mile radius. That means the people around him are victims of his often excessive advances. Morgie, however, was unaware that he was Hook’s favorite for a special reason. Or 5 times Hook was flirting with Morgie and it went completely over his head and the 1 time it didn’t.

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 2,871.

Notes:

Hi, I'm Ace. I decided to finally upload this fic to tumblr it took me a long time to finally finish formatting this. Originally it was going to be all separate posts. But I'm a very lazy author and I'm still very clueless on how to make a blog post that looks good. So I'm compiling it all into one. I suggest you read on AO3.

But here's the playlist that inspired this fic that you can enjoy:

Chapter 1

Another day, another hour of planning and scheming done in the Black Lagoon. Uliana was going on one of her spiels again on how to terrorize the freshmen. Hades and Maleficent were nowhere to be seen, probably enjoying each other’s company.

That left Morgie to either bug one of the VKs he wasn’t close with or talk to the only person he knew who seemed to be doing nothing. That would be Hook, his roommate at Merlin Academy and Morgie’s right-hand (hook) man. He was also the only person who truly gave Morgie an ounce of respect.

Hook was in the corner, polishing his golden hook, the one that replaced his right hand. It truly shined under the light, from its silver base to the golden hook. The process almost seemed methodical. He polished the hook in certain spots and constantly raised it into the light, making sure the hook on his right hand hit the light perfectly. To others, it looked like pure vanity on display, but to Morgie, it was just normal Hook behavior.

“What are you up to there, James?” Morgie asked, giving the pirate a bright smile.

“I told you not to call me James. It’s Hook, or else you get the hook,” the eyeliner-heavy teenager said, pointing his hook towards his friend. Despite the closeness of the hook to Morgie’s face, he wasn’t alarmed one bit; he knew Hook would never actually hurt him.

“Okay, okay, calm down. I just wanted to see what you're up to. Can’t a boy just be curious?” 

“Polishing the old hook, you know,” Hook muttered, returning to his task.

A minute or two passed, and Morgie stayed idle, staring at Hook’s hook. His look was a mix of a dumbfounded smile and complete astonishment despite the rather mediocre and normal task.

“You're just gonna stare at me while I do this?” Hook asked after a moment, glancing up with a raised eyebrow, looking directly into the son of Le Fay’s hazel eyes.

“It’s better than staring at the ceiling,” 

“You're enjoying the view, right?” Hook’s voice took on a flirtatious edge, his British accent hitting just the right spot, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You look alright,” Morgie responded, completely oblivious to Hook’s suggestive tone and look. He was too sweet and too nice for this world, a sunshine among villains. But a menace when needed.

Hook smirked, shaking his head slightly. “You really are something else, Morgie.”

Morgie just laughed, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the dark and scheming environment around them.

Chapter 2

Sharing a dormitory with Hook was certainly entertaining. Morgie’s side of the room was filled with wilted plants, sadly not by choice—dark magic just kills anything vaguely happy or alive. And, of course, a scatter of green and black clothing items.

Hook’s side was extravagant, to say the least. Opulence was the word Hook used to describe it. But it was still messy, with jewelry and designer clothing placed in certain areas almost like it was a treasure trove.

One downside to having a messy pirate roommate was lost items. Morgie had to learn that the hard way when he returned from his last class to the sounds of one frustrated Hook.

“Thank the seven seas you’re back, you can finally help me,” Hook said in a frustrated tone, clearly preoccupied with the task at hand. His British accent rang around the room. Morgie couldn’t even see where Hook was—the room looked like it had been reorganized by a seasick pirate.

“What did you lose this time?” The teen sorcerer asked, trying to figure out what he had just walked into. Hook’s side of the room had small gashes, probably from his hook. Jewelry was scattered everywhere, and Hook’s canopy was slightly more torn.

“My pearl necklace,” Hook replied. Morgie soon found Hook’s legs sticking out from under his bed. His blazer was discarded on the carpeted floor.

“The one you stole from the mermaid seniors?” 

After a few seconds of searching, Hook popped out from under the bed and shook his head at Morgie’s question. “The other one, silly,” Hook said, grazing his hook against Morgie’s cheek almost affectionately.

Morgie smiled, oblivious to the flirtatious gesture. “Alright, let’s find this necklace. Where did you last see it?” Despite this task being purely based in vanity Morgie was willing to help.

Hook sighed dramatically. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be tearing apart our room, now would I?”

Morgie chuckled, starting to sift through the pile of clothes on Hook’s bed. “Good point. Let’s retrace your steps. Did you wear it to class?”

Hook shook his head, getting up and moving to his wardrobe. “No, I wore it to the party at the lagoon last night. I swear I had it on when I came back.”

Morgie nodded, now digging through a drawer filled with silk scarves and velvet gloves. “Maybe it fell off when you were changing?”

Hook’s eyes gleamed as he moved closer to Morgie. “You’re quite the detective, Morgie. Maybe I should reward you if we find it.”

Morgie, focused on the search, missed the suggestive tone. “Just doing my part. It’s probably here somewhere.”

Hook leaned in closer, his breath warm against Morgie’s ear. “I’d say you’re doing more than just your part.”

Morgie’s eyes widen, he started to feel a strange feeling but he kept his attention on the task. “The bathroom—Let’s check the bathroom next. Maybe you left it by the sink.” He stumbled on all of the words.

Hook followed Morgie to the bathroom, smirking. “Always so practical. You know, Morgie, you’re quite the catch. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Morgie glanced back, smiling innocently. “That’s sweet of you to say, let’s keep looking”

They continued their search, Hook’s flirtatious antics flying right over Morgie’s head. As they rummaged through their shared space, Hook couldn’t help but admire Morgie’s oblivious sweetness.

It was getting dark, and the two were beat. “We’ve looked everywhere. I want to wave the white flag already,” Hook said, lying back on his bed.

“We are probably late to wherever we’re hanging tonight,” Morgie said as he laid on Hook’s bed as well, his side-swept brown hair more disheveled than usual. He turned to look at Hook, who was already looking at him.

“Think Uli’s gonna be mad we’re late?” Hook asked, grinning as he batted his eyelashes.

“Doubt it. You're her favorite,” Morgie replied. As he started to get more comfortable on the bed, he felt something by his head. His fingers brushed against a cool, smooth object.

Morgie sat up, his hand grasping the item. “Hey, I think I found it!” 

Hook’s eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily. “Of course, it was right under our noses the whole time, my dear lad.”

Morgie joined in the laughter, shaking his head. “Well, at least we found it. Let’s get ready to head out.”

Hook sat up, taking the necklace from Morgie with a flourish. “Now, the hard part: putting this on with one hand. Quite the challenge for a dashing pirate, wouldn't you say, darling?”

Morgie watched as Hook struggled with the clasp, the hook on his right hand making the task nearly impossible. “Need some help?” Morgie offered, stepping closer.

“No, I’ve got it,” Hook insisted, determination in his voice. He continued to fumble with the necklace, but the clasp kept slipping out of his grasp.

Morgie chuckled softly. “Come on, Hook, let me help. It’ll be quicker.”

Hook sighed, finally conceding. “Fine, but just this once.”

Morgie smiled, moving closer. “Here, let me take that.” Hook turned his back to Morgie, and Morgie gently lifted the pearls, bringing it around Hook’s neck. 

The close proximity made Morgie’s heart race a little but he didn’t know why, but despite the distraction he focused on the task at hand. As he fastened the clasp, Hook turned his head slightly, their faces just inches apart.

“Looking as sharp as that hook,” 

“Thanks, Morgie,” Hook said softly, his voice carrying a hint of something more.

Morgie’s started to feel a burning sensation on his cheeks, and he smiled. “Anytime, James.” Instead of the usual correction Hook just let that one slide.

They stood up, ready to head out. As they were about to leave, Hook placed his hand on the other teens’ shoulder. “Your looking rather nice tonigth.”

Morgie’s heart skipped as fast as a galloping horse, but before he could think of a respond, there was a loud knock at the door.

“Come on, you two! We’re late!” Uliana’s voice called out from the hallway.

Hook grinned, giving Morgie a playful nudge. “Saved by the knock.”

Morgie chuckled, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They opened the door to find the other VKs waiting impatiently. Uliana raised an eyebrow, looking them over. “Took you long enough. Let’s move.”

As they joined the group and headed out, Morgie couldn’t help but glance at Hook, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Hook caught his eye and gave him a wink, making Morgie’s felt a peculiar feeling once more.

Chapter 3

One VK was hanging out past curfew in the courtyard of Merlin Academy. While the rest of the villain kids were enjoying the night outside the confines of the school, one Morgie le Fay was by a bench, keeping to himself. Morgie often felt left out by the group, but it was a tale as old as time. Having a lot of alone time did come with benefits; it gave him time to experiment and work on his dark magic.

His mother had given him a plethora of magical textbooks to work from. Despite the rocky relationship between Morgie’s mother, Morgana le Fay, and the founder and headmaster of this school, Merlin, the old wizard still gave Morgie a chance to study magic. It was probably a bad move, considering how his mother turned out, but here Morgie was, determined to make the most of it.

Tonight, he was learning to summon a familiar. All good sorcerers have familiars, right? Whether it be a crow, a raven, an owl, or a bird of various sorts. It was no summoning and raising the dead like his mother’s feat, but it was a good start. Morgie, however, went with a more exotic choice: a puppy. Probably not the best choice considering the lack of flight and stealth, but he thought it was cute.

As Morgie reviewed the page over and over, making sure he was going to execute the spell correctly, he started reciting the incantations. His hands were trembling slightly as he muttered the words. Dark magic swirled around him, tendrils of shadowy energy forming shapes in the air. It was supposed to summon a creature of the night, a loyal companion to aid him in his schemes.

The shadows coalesced into a small, winged form. As the magic settled, Morgie blinked in amazement. Before him stood a magical puppy, with soft, golden fur that shimmered under the moonlight and tiny, delicate wings fluttering on its back. It was a golden retriever, its large, innocent eyes looking up at Morgie with pure adoration.

Morgie’s heart swelled with pride and joy. “I did it! I actually did it!” he exclaimed, reaching down to scoop up the puppy. It barked happily, nuzzling into Morgie’s chest. For a moment, everything seemed perfect.

But then, the puppy began to change. Its soft fur darkened, turning a sickly shade of green. The wings grew larger, more bat-like, and its eyes glowed a menacing red. The puppy’s form twisted and elongated, becoming more serpentine, scales forming where fur once was. Claws and fangs emerged, and a low growl replaced the happy barking.

Morgie’s joy turned to horror as he watched his creation morph into a monstrous creature, a grotesque amalgamation of various animals with a serpentine body, multiple limbs resembling those of a panther, and eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

The creature hissed, its fanged mouth opening wide. Morgie stumbled back, his mind racing to remember the counter-spell, but panic clouded his thoughts.

“No, no, no! This isn’t right,” he murmured to himself, his voice shaking. He tried to focus, but the dark magic was slipping from his grasp. The creature lunged at him, and Morgie’s instincts screamed at him to run, but he was frozen in place, unable to move.

Morgie turned to see Hook standing at the edge of the courtyard, his golden hook gleaming in the moonlight. Despite his usual arrogant demeanor, there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“Hook, stay back. I’ve got this,” Morgie said, his voice strained.

Hook smirked, though his eyes remained focused on the creature. “Looks to me like you’ve got it under control. Need a hand—or a hook?”

“I said I’ve got this! You’ll get hurt,” Morgie snapped, frustration and fear mixing in his voice.

But the creature lunged again, and to Morgie’s shock, Hook was by his side in an instant, using his polished hook to fend off the beast. Morgie watched in disbelief as the prim and proper, vain Hook wielded his precious hook as a weapon. Hook’s movements were swift and precise, a testament to his fencing skills, but Morgie couldn’t shake his amazement.

“I told you, I don’t need your help!” Morgie shouted, but his voice faltered. Deep down, he knew he was in over his head.

Hook grinned, his charm undiminished even in the face of danger. “You’re always so stubborn, Morgie. Sometimes, even the best need a little help.”

Despite his words, Hook’s actions were anything but self-centered. He moved with purpose, deflecting the creature’s attacks and pushing it back. Just as the creature managed to land a swipe, Hook winced he looked like he wanted to scream but kept it in.

He continued to fight. Morgie watched in awe, his fear momentarily forgotten, until he noticed Hook’s slight limp.

With a final, powerful thrust, Hook managed to drive the creature back into the shadows and put it back to where it came from. The courtyard fell silent once more, the dark magic dissipating into the night.

Hook turned to Morgie, a teasing glint in his eyes. “See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“That could have ended way worse,” Morgie replied, still trying to catch his breath.

“The point is that it didn’t, and I would have never let it get that bad,” Hook said confidently.

“What was my little spellcaster trying to summon anyway? That was certainly a strange choice,” Hook teased, raising an eyebrow.

“It was supposed to be a familiar, but I messed that up like I mess up everything I do,” Morgie admitted, looking down at his feet.

“That isn’t true, lad,” Hook said, trying to reassure him. 

“How’s your hook?” Hook examined it before he answered confidently “Still perfect not a scratch,” Giving Morgie a grin.

Morgie looked up, meeting Hook’s gaze. For a moment, he saw something deeper in those brown eyes, something that made his heart skip a beat. But then he noticed the small cut on Hook’s arm, dark magic seeping from the wound.

“James, that looks bad,” Morgie said, his voice tinged with worry.

Hook shrugged, keeping his pretty boy persona intact. “Don’t call me James!” he protested. “And it’s just a small scratch. I’m just mad the thing tore up my blazer.”

“Dark magic isn’t just a small scratch. Let me help,” Morgie insisted, moving closer to inspect the wound.

Hook smirked, clearly enjoying the attention. “Alright, Nurse, do your worst.”

Morgie carefully took his spellbooks trying to find a spell once he found one, he put his hands gentle and precise on Hook’s bicep. Hook watched him, a flirtatious smile playing on his lips. “You know, you look quite cute when you’re all serious and focused.”

Morgie face reddened, his usual naivety kicking in. “Just hold still. This might sting a bit.”

Hook winced slightly but didn’t let it show too much. “You’re doing great, Snakeyes. I knew I could count on you.”

Once Morgie finished treating the wound, he looked up at Hook. “You shouldn’t have helped. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

Hook’s expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Morgie’s shoulder. “I’ve got your back, Morgie. Even if it doesn’t seem like it.” Morgie wished this side of Hook was seen more often, not the ridiculously cocky pirate.

“For real?” Morgie asked, searching Hook’s eyes for any hint of insincerity.

“For real,” said the eyeliner heavy-pirate, his voice sincere. “We’re in this together, alright? Just don’t expect me to play the hero too often. It’s bad for my bad boy image.”

“You’re impossible, Hook.”

“Maybe,” Hook replied, winking, “but people adore me.”

“Let’s get out of here before we get caught,” Morgie suggested, glancing around nervously.

As they walked away, side by side, Morgie’s smile widened, the warmth in his chest growing. He was grateful for Hook’s help, even if he’d never admit it outright. As they walked away, side by side, Morgie realized that maybe, just maybe, it was okay to rely on someone else once in a while.

Notes: Idk why anyone would read this on here it's so long. But I hope y'all enjoy if you made it feel free to give your your feedback of course. I'm still tryna decipher how tf Tumblr works.

[silken-threads-bah]

Hello!!!can we req an Amy x Rouge couple pack please? Also, Espio & Silver have formed!!! /POS —Sonknuckles req’er

Welcome back!! I went with a "sunshine x sunshine protection" type of dynamic on this one, I hope that's alright! And I hope espio and silver are settling in nicely :) - Eden

Name: Amy, blossom, azalea

Age: 16

Pronouns: she/her, but might also like ae/aem, rose/roses, shine/shines, paw/paws

Gender: female

Orientation: bisexual

Source: sonic the hedgehog

Personality: bubbly and excitable, can be a bit shortsighted and single-minded, loses focus of everything except for what she's excited about in that moment, clumsy, talks a LOT and very quickly, has a short temper, all of her feelings are pretty intense, she can go from crying to laughing in the span of a few minutes, stubborn, smarter than she lets on, a bit of a perfectionist, can be obsessive at times, fearless and doesn't back down from things she believes in.

Likes/interests: the color pink, cats, all things cute, Sanrio, bright things, taking hikes, going shopping, fashion, everything being neat and tidy (although her room and space are quite frequently absolute disasters because she's often too busy to clean)

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Name: Roque, Scarlett, Garnet

Age: 18

Pronouns: she/her (could also use fang/fangs, bat/bats, blood/bloods, cie/cem, lace/laces)

Gender: female

Orientation: lesbian

Source: sonic the hedgehog

Personality: very confident and flirtatious, she knows she pretty and she's gonna use that to her advantage, mysterious and standoffish, hates personal questions or others trying to get too close to her, gets jealous easily and overprotective (shows this by being overly affectionate with Amy whenever anyone shows any interest in her), secretive

Likes/interests: loves parallel play, the colors black white and pink together, gothic aesthetics, old vampire/monster/horror movies, the phases of the moon, secretly likes ninjas but thinks it's embarrassing and nerdy to say that, is also a huge fan of Sanrio because of Amy but won't admit it

Faceclaim:

[cyhaino]

Mass Effect Romance Opinions

Kaiden | he’s ok I like him just fine he usually dies in my playthrough though because my youngest sister is named Ashley and I feel weird letting someone with her name die does it make sense no but who cares I’m playing

Liara | You’d think I would love an alien archeologist and for the most part I do but when I’m not actively romancing her I find her a bit too much and I get annoyed in me3 with her whole planet being taken and her attitude about it as if Earth wasn’t the first planet taken

Ashley | I don’t romance her because of the name reason but I do like her. Also she was right about the council seeing humans as dogs.

Miranda | again I should like her but honestly prefer friendship over a romance just let her be with her sister

Tali | honestly see her as more of a a sister

Jack | love her, one of the few characters who actually has character growth but I’m still salty over not being able to romance her as female Shepard

Jacob | If you ignore the weird flirtatious tone when you go to talk to him, you’ll find he’s not that bad. He’s supposed to be the level headed character and he is for the most part. He does suffer from bad writing though and it’s pretty obvious too. Still I do like the me2 romance so I go through the pain but I do still get annoyed in me3

Garrus | nice voice but that’s it and I do like the tango dance in the dlc but honestly most of the time it felt like I was yelling at him. When I was younger he was my favorite but now that I’m older some of the stuff he says and does doesn’t sit right with me.

Thane | never romanced him because personally I would never ask someone out after they trauma-dumped like what the hell was up with that option??? Still I understand the appeal because hello??? Assassin???A distant dad who still wants the best for his son??? And he’s dying??? Why do I find all of this hot what does this say about me

Kelly | No

Samara | love her I want to marry her she deserves so much probably written by a man because hello we could have just adopted children why put her through that misfortune

Morinth | I love her mom

Steve | this man lost his husband fairly recently so no

Samantha | <3 favorite romance shes gay I’m gay what more do I need to say

Diana | she’s there I guess???

Javik | y’all say Garrus has a nice but nah Javik’s voice is way better I wish he was an actual romance option. Is he perfect? No but I doubt any of us would be in his situation. 10/10 would still bang

James | yes but no because I would have loved having him as an actual romance option but what bioware gave us was shit!!! Like what the hell!!! Thank god for fanfiction because what the hell!!!

Avela | I didn’t even know she was a romance option whoops

Cora | this woman screams lesbian romancing her as male Ryder feels weird

Gil | I hate his best friend

Liam | oh I love him he was the first romance I did his little wave his flips! And his loyalty mission is one of the best ones to do so much fun and ahhhh when he takes you out on Eos for that date!!!! I love Liam

Suvi | she’s cute but eh that’s it

Peebee | one of the more fleshed out romances in my opinion however romancing her as male ryder feels weird and I think it’s better to romance her as female ryder.

Jaal | yeah I’m a Jaal girlie my ao3 history will attest to that. He tried so hard to come across as cool and mysterious but he’s just a bisexual disaster like me and ahhh the forehead touch!!! And of course his voice???

Vetra | you give me hot turian girlfriend and I give you all my money. Also she’s an eldest daughter and as an eldest daughter myself, yeah I’m gonna gravitate towards her. Her romance feels really short though

Reyes | bioware made sure he wasn’t a full romance option because they wouldn’t be able to handle two bisexual Latinos

[airasora]

John and Anastasia are bi4bi in my head lol.

I think what Pixie was trying to ask is if he's bi in that context despite not having any other prior romantic interests that we've seen, especially because a lot of editors use the same character in different stories and their orientation isn't the same across the board (I do agree on the phrasing but, like you, I know that's not what he was trying to say).

Also yes the scene with Utamatomaki is so funny xD and also when he's like "you look great" before the hunting ball and even pats his (naked) chest iirc? John likes women who challenge him intellectually and emotionally and men who can break him in half xD even most of the banter with John Smith sounded flirtatious too.

Disney just keeps accidentally creating shy somewhat emotionally constipated bisexual disasters and expecting us to believe that they're straight xD (yes I mean Shang, though he's higher on "emotionally constipated" lol)

100% I got the bi vibe from John and John's banter too lolol, I know it's supposed to be cause they're "fighting" over the same woman, but they sure got over that pretty quickly, didn't they? xD Lowkey ship them together too and would love to see an alternative ending with Pocahontas just being like... nope, fuck men, I'm going home to lead my people on my own! xD

[mudaship39]

Aleut, Kodiak/Sugpiag, Yupik, and Inuit Arctic Native characters of my BIPOC and QTIPOC Futurism Project

Miknagyaq Kameroff Walrus. She is an Arctic Native Indigenous woman character who is Siberian Yupik Indigenous. She is mixed European Russian. She is a white Native as her racial identity is European Russian as a Siberian Yupik Indigenous woman. She has an olive skin tone. She has light brown eyes. She is Moravian as her spirituality. She is polyamorous. She is nonbinary pansexual. She has several siblings. She is from Neo Anchorage, Alaska in Southwest Alaska. She likes dog sledding and has a team of Alaskan malamutes. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons.

Amaruq Ren Naitok an Asian Native who is East Asian Japanese and Inuit Indigenous. They are nonbinary genderfluid pansexual. They use a whip as a weapon. They have brown eyes and tan skin tone. They have long and straight hair with the sides shaved off. They are 5’7” and 150 pounds. They have super strength as a superpower. They use a wolf mask to cover the top half of their face. They are an ex of the queer and trans main character Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu.

Uksumi Hansen a Black Arctic Native Kodiak/Qik'rtaq Island Sugpiaq Indigenous woman of color. She is mixed Norwegian. She is monogamous. She is cis bisexual. She is 5’2”. She has dark brown eyes. She has freckles. She has tan skin. She has curly hair. She is a Sugpiaq spiritualist. She is the oldest sibling. She has three younger sisters. She has power over the weather. She is a xeno anthropologist and a xeno archeologist. She is young and youthful and kind. She is feminine and flirtatious. She brings a lighthearted energy and positive spirit to most everyone she encounters. Her powers are young. She mostly uses it for fun like creating snow, rain, sunshine, and rainbows. Her real power lies in the storms and disasters she could trigger like hurricanes, typhoons, & monsoons.

Mary Lestenkof is a white native character who is European Russian and Aleut Indigenous Arctic Native. She is an ex of the queer and trans main character Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. Together they have a son named Peter Lestenkof. 

Peter Lestenkof. The son of the main character and Mary Lestenkof.

Dark Aurora (Jasper Kashatok) is an Alaskan Indigenous and Afro Latinx Haitian person of color. He is Central Alaskan Yup’ik. His sex, gender, gender identity is masculine aligned nonbinary. His sexual orientation is he is gay. He is monogamous. He is neurodivergent with ADHD. He is abled bodied. His religion and spirituality is he is agnostic. He speaks Yugtun, English, Spanish, & Creole. He does not have tattoos. He has small gauges. He was born in Neo Anchorage, Alaska. He is now primarily nomadic. His personality is he is very shy and anxious. He is kind and empathetic. He is an introvert. His personality type is INFP. He was born into the poor working class. He is an anarchist. His virtues are he is patient, compassionate, & empathetic. His vices are he is fearful, anxious, & dishonest. He is unemployed. He lives on his own. He self provides for himself. He is a college drop out who dropped out after a two year associates degree. His mother Mona Lazaare a Afro Latinx Haitian woman of color is very kind and caring woman. His father David Kashatok who is a Yupik Indigenous man is a very stern and demanding person. He is an only child. He is single as he is a bit of a loner. He has a pet Black Husky named Kit that follows him around. His superhero outfit is a dark shadowy parka. His mode of transportation is walking. He has powers over dark matter. He is able to summon and control shadowy versions of real things. He does not use weapons as he himself is a weapon. He is a demigod from his maternal grandmother who is a god. 

[tarnishedxknight]

“you’re keeping something from me,” Caspian snarled. The flirtatious rogue was usually much warmer with Cael, but he’d been pushed to his limits. Any time he tried to let his guard down, Cael seemed to put more walls up. The cruelty of the world was already hard enough for anyone to bear, but Caspian hoped that Cael could share in his pains. Cael had seemed accepting of Caspian’s advances, his charms, and his roguish nature, but his ‘friend’ had other ideas. “You’re a shit liar. Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth. Whatever it is, don’t I have a right to know?”

{for Munoh and Cael! Also, good to know that the B in “Caelen B. Dalmasca” stands for bisexual disaster rather than B’Nargin, xD}

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{ HAHAHA!! That’s great. I will never be able to unsee that now, that the “B” stands for bisexual disaster. I love it. XD }

“And if I am?” Cael asked. “Is a man not entitled to his own secrets?” If he was being honest with himself, Cael cared much for Caspian. He smiled more around him, always found himself uplifted, and he loved hearing all the stories about his various adventures. And yet… Munoh was unsettled regarding the man. The name of his friend was all Cael ever really told anyone about them, and with most, he didn’t even share that much. Caspian was a dear friend, though, and perhaps someone he’d wish to be more than a friend, and so he’d shared the Occurian’s name with him. He’d told him nothing else, however.

Caspian had noticed him speaking to his friend on several occasions, but always Munoh concealed their presence from all but Cael. If they wanted, they could become visible, but since that might make more problems for Cael than it would solve, the Occurian remained unseen and unheard to everyone except him.

“Munoh worries that you may drag me into something that might not be best for me. With your own ambitions, your lifestyle...” Cael admitted, realizing that he might stand to lose Capsian as a friend if he continued to be so cloak and dagger about everything. If he could not trust him, then who else? “All I have ever wanted was to settle somewhere, to live a quiet life of peace. They worry you will draw me into a life more laden with risk and violence than I want for myself.”

Caspian would not have heard anything as the Occurian floating near Cael spoke. “Charismatic is the rogue,” Munoh said of the type of person in general, not of Caspian in particular, “but oft also reckless and daring. You are settled here. For years has your life been far ashore of what once it was, by design, by choice.”

“I know, but..” Cael said, glancing to his side to speak to what looked like thin air, as Caspian had seen him do numerous times before.

“Has your heart changed?” Munoh asked curiously.

“Not changed… just…” He couldn’t find the words. He sighed and shook his head.

Munoh wanted for Cael what he wanted. It was not their goal to force the young man into anything he didn’t want, nor to keep him from something he did want. However, they knew that Cael could, at times, be easily swayed - pressured or bullied, if you will - into accepting things he didn’t want or in going along with things his heart was not in. It was for this reason that Munoh was hesitant to encourage Cael to get closer to Caspian and cautious of the other’s intentions regarding the hume in his care.

“They have guided me well these past several years,” Cael said to Caspian now. “I trust them. But I trust you as well.” The conflict was clear in his eyes.

[msommers]

we're going to pretend that aphrodite deets were dropped in a timely manner and move on with our lives bc she's here now!!

tldr: rising popstar with an ego the size of a skyscraper but talent enough to back it. bad home life + horrible break-up = substance abuse struggles & trust issues. writes a lot of sensual/romantic music but has plenty of room for sad/angry love songs on the side to vent her emotions (maybe one day she’ll be grown enough for deeper self-reflection tunes).

— Aphrodite, lead singer and songwriter of Aphrodite and the Lovers. she/her, polyam bisexual, problematic fave.

— some links for fun: pinterest • character playlist • band vibes playlist • band spotify graphic set • infamous

— fun keywords: flirtatious, quick-witted, sensual, resilient, hard-working, passionate, charismatic, attractive // not-so-fun keywords: addict, stubborn, manipulative, bitter, egotistical, diva, selfish, messy, pr nightmare

— her legal name is Mildred Cartwright but she cannot fucking stand it, so she chose her own name at around age 13-14 and refused to acknowledge people unless they addressed her with her new name. only a select few people can get away with using her “real” name, even then it's usually met with an attitude (her parents always use Mildred, no matter what she says or does). Rowan is authorized to call her Millie because he holds the best friend card, but that's rare. 

— her parents live off of giving every appearance of success to those around them, which included getting the big ass house, the pets, and the kids. ended up going horribly as they quickly realized they didn't like actually raising a child + their careers required them to be traveling near constantly, leaving Aphrodite to be raised by a rotating cast of nannies until she was around 16 and deemed old enough to handle herself. they have ridiculously high standards and expectations to match, none of which Aphrodite would ever meet due to [insert essay of issues here]. never understood her desire for a musical career and so their support of it never came, though plenty of awkward mini-lectures on their disappointment and doubt of her pursuits did. they had plenty of money to provide for her in the material with a forever-stocked kitchen and a card to freely swipe on clothing/jewelry/etc, but that support never extended to her dreams of fame and music. she probably tried to make them happy by going to college for a year or less before dropping out tbh.

— has some big time attitude problems because of her home situation + lucking into making friends that often enable her diva nature since she’s so fun to be around and is a genuinely good friend underneath the PersonalityTM. due to her parents being nearly always away, Aphrodite started hosting parties at her home once the final nanny was dismissed. they grew more unhinged as the years passed, especially when she started to become a bit reliant on substances to keep good vibes up. got truly out of hand when she was around 22-23 and she went through Thee break-up with Seven and her messy ass started to spiral hardcore (the angry crazy ex that only just got talked out of keying your car and making a viral video out of it kind of hardcore). played off all of the spontaneous hook-ups, drinking, and drugs as just fun and sexy times so silly nothing to worry about, but she was absolutely miserable and showed little to no concern for her own health/safety. her friends/band-mates truly kept her from disaster during that period, and she’s eternally thankful they haven’t held it over her head. when Orion joined on as the band’s manager he took over a good portion of Aphrodite Caretaker Duty, which meant 99% of the coddling was converted into stern conversation to let her know what paths her actions could lead her down. (she’s still partying by the time botb starts and is prone to being persuaded into bad decisions but she’s managed to tone it down a little bit for his sake + the band’s future)

— Aphrodite and the Lovers formed when she was around 15-16, initially called something else but that was lost to time. the band has always written their own music but they’re also fans of performing covers on the side, enjoying the process of transforming some of their favorite songs into something that fits their vibe for a bit of extra fun. their first EP—Purely Pink, which consisted of 6 songs—was released when she was nearly 19 years old, receiving no huge numbers but being immensely satisfying as the first completed project for them all. pop band!!! with a focus on themes of love/relationships/sex/attraction, hence the name and vibes they go for to accentuate Aphrodite’s vocals which naturally lend to seductive energies. break-up songs started to get scattered throughout as a way for Aphrodite to cope with the horrible Seven split (she also had some responsibility in that but you wouldn’t be able to tell from her lyrics. brat in denial :/), as well as some others on longing for love/support/acceptance. glaringly obvious she’s letting out some feelings on trust + parental issues on one or two bops lmao. she’ll get some truly vulnerable songs down the line when she’s grown up (recognizing her wrongdoings, working to repair them, getting clean, finding true love, etc etc), but those are a bit off.

— fortunately she does have the talent to back her ego as an incredible vocalist and natural at dance (add on the waves of charm and good humor, truly insufferable how lovable she can be), but Aphrodite still has real problems with frequent displays of selfishness and believing she's the main character in every room. one day the band will snap at her about it and she'll cry but my god will it be deserved, because she's a great friend most of the time but oof when the self-importance shines,,,,that bitch be bright. used to be less noticeable when she shared the spotlight with Seven, but her ever-growing need to be the center of attention played a decent part in things going to shit with him.

— she's either going to get a lot better or a lot worse depending on which romance route she's going down :) ending the post here without further additions bc then i'd just be making the thing way too long with a bunch of small details nobody cares about

[itsliterallysophie]

I’m not saying I have a type but my favourite characters are Jesper Fahey, Lance McClain, Klaus Hargreeves, Finian de Seel… I could keep going but I mean… you can already do the math here

[weewoobrainrot]

new headcanon: basically maverick tells penny she looks good, like rooster does with hangman twice, so rooster came to maverick one day when he was a teen asking advice on how to flirt with someone and mav gave him tips like telling them they look good

[fairestheiress]

[gemstone-jay]

Voltron isnt perfect but making Lance a Leo is the best damn decision they ever made

[beautifulduckweed]

Pride Month Love Story #15: Going (for the) Rogue

See the original tweets here: https://twitter.com/gleebags/status/1542465110697881600

Piri slumped in the corner of the booth at the tavern, frowning into the distance. Curled around his feet, snoring lightly, was his panther companion, Blot.

Javik returned, his plate armor clanking slightly, each hand carrying two tankards. Imrash was hard on his heels with more tankards, cleric's robes dragging slightly on the grubby tavern floor. She didn't appear to notice; orcs generally didn't care about a bit of stickiness.

Javik thumped two tankards in front of Piri and hopped up onto the bench next to him. Piri picked up a tankard, leaned forward, and clanked it against Javik's, then Imrash's.

"To a mission well accomplished," rumbled Javik.

They other two gave a small cheer and took a drink.

"And to Azar, off scouting our next job," said Piri, holding up his tankard.

Javik and Imrash clanked their mugs to Piri's and drank to that, too. Javik wiped the foam off his beard, gave Piri a sharp look, and said, "So, when you going to ask her out, eh?"

Piri turned bright pink and almost dropped his drink. "What?" he exclaimed.

Imrash glared at Javik; Piri heard a muffled thunk that was probably her kicking Javik's greaved shin. Javik ignored her and waved his tankard.

"Look, you've been mooning after Azar for years, and there's only so many lovesick glances a dwarf can take."

Piri gasped.

"I do not shoot lovesick glances at Azar!" said Piri, aghast.

Imrash cleared her throat. Piri looked at her pleadingly. She shook her head and shrugged.

"Sorry, Piri," she said, "You kinda do."

Piri crumpled, thunking his forehead onto the table. "Oh, no," he wailed.

"I don't see the problem here," grumbled Javik. "You go up to Azar, you say, 'Hey, want to go out,' simple."

Piri raised his head and glared. "It's not that simple! Azar is so hot. What would she want with a weird-looking guy like me?"

"You're not that weird," said Javik.

Piri glared. "I'm serious,"said Javik. "You know. You both have, um. Pointy ears!"

"I'm an elf," said Piri slowly. "She's a goblin. Of course we have pointy ears."

"You have loads in common," continued Javik gamely. "You're both good at killing bad guys."

"Yeah, well, so are you, and you're not proposing that I ask you out," said Piri. "We all are!"

"Speak for yourself," said Imrash. "I almost never kill anyone."

"Yeah, whatever, you heal us," said Piri, pointing a finger, "and that makes you complicit. Never forget that."

"Azar winks at you," Javik soldiered on doggedly. "All the time. That's a good sign, right?"

"She winks at everyone! She's a rogue! I think they teach that the first day at rogue school, how to wink at everyone and make 'em lose their minds."

"Make who lose their minds?"

Three heads swiveled as one towards the cheerful voice, and sure enough, Azar stood not three feet away.

"Az!" Piri squeaked. "That was quick."

"Ah well, you know me," said Azar, "can't bear to be away from you for too long." And she winked.

Piri quietly lost his mind.

Javik looked meaningfully at Piri. Imrash rolled her eyes and looked to be praying to her God for strength. Piri opened his mouth, and found himself saying, "Would you like this ale? I haven't touched it yet."

"I would love an ale," said Azar, beaming. Piri tried not to melt.

Still, Javik's idea took root in Piri's mind. Over the next few months, he tried to gather his courage and ask Azar out, waiting for a quiet or opportune moment before popping the question.

Unfortunately, every time he tried, something would happen.

The first time, a disoriented owlbear crashed into camp. By the time they'd chased it off, the mood was completely ruined.

The next time he tried, they were ambushed by a beholder just as he worked up the courage.

The list went on. Chased by a mimic. Surprise caustic slime. Mind-controlled crows. An animated tree. Assorted mooks, thugs, and henchmen. And, on one memorable occasion, a mind flayer.

Piri began to wonder if he were cursed. Perhaps the mismatch in hotness offended the gods themselves, he thought gloomily. Oh well. At least he had Blot.

And then it happened. Piri got hit. He wasn't even sure what by. He was normally so careful; one moment he was taking aim at a wizard who was menacing Javik, the next something hit him in the back, and he was thrown forward, his shoulder white-hot agony. Blot screamed.

Everything became a blur. He couldn't move; the sounds of fighting crashed and ebbed around him. He awaited a death blow that never arrived.

Endless moments after, hard, competent hands turned him over. Piri blinked. It was Azar, covered in blood, her face a worried snarl.

She had never looked so beautiful. Piri found that he could move after all; he reached out and took her hand.

"Azar," he said, "if we survive this crazy encounter, you want to go out with me sometime?"

Azar's eyes, the same gooseberry green as her skin, bulged.

"You fucking kidding me?" she said.

Piri's spirits fell. He knew it. "It's OK," he said. "You were always out of my league." His lips felt weird. Numb.

Azar looked more incredulous. "You fucking idiot," she said, "you're bleeding to death, and this is what you worry about?"

"Kinda, yeah," said Piri. "I've been trying to ask you out forever but things keep happening. And look, right now, nobody's bugging us."

OK, his lips were definitely numb. That was bad right?

Azar was saying something, but he couldn't hear her above the roaring in his ears.

Everything went dark.

###

When Piri woke up, it was in an unfamiliar bed. He blinked. His back felt terrible.

"About time you woke up," said a familiar voice. "You were beginning to worry Blot."

Piri turned his head. Azar was perched on a chair beside the bed, looking exhausted.

"Hi," he croaked.

And then he remembered what he'd said right before passing out, and wished that he had, in fact, died. He wondered if he could convince Imrash to pull the soul out of his body.

"You worried us sick," said Azar.

"Sorry," Piri mumbled.

Azar leaned over and took Piri's hand. "You sure have a way of asking a girl out."

Piri groaned. "I'm so sorry," he said. "Uh, please disregard it."

Azar looked at him sharply. "But what if I don't want to?"

Piri's heart leapt. "Oh?" he said.

Smooth, real smooth.

"Yeah. What if I want to take you up on that? The two of us. Dinner and a show."

Piri closed his eyes. "Yeah," he said. "I'd love that." He opened them and looked at Azar. "Uh, only if you really want to."

Azar rolled her eyes. "Of course, you idiot. Why else would I ask?"

"Dunno," said Piri. "Pity? Giving me a reason to live?"

"Ha!" said Azar. "Look, if the promise of a date will help you heal faster, that's a win as far as I'm concerned. So, consider: the sooner you get well, the sooner I can wine you and dine you." She winked.

Piri melted, and smiled, and resolved to heal as fast as he could.

- Fin -

(As has been frequently the case, thanks to @living-hel​ for being a muse and for throwing out fun ideas till one stuck.)

[violets-for-my-love]

Duuuuuude

Trying to flirt with girls is so hard😂, I'll say something like "Whoa You're so beautiful." And they're like "Oh my god, so are you! That was so sweet of you!" And I'm like NOOOOOOOOO I'm flirting, please understand that I am InTeReStEd!

But also they're responses are always so pure that I just blush and just aaaah, girls my dude

[bitbrumal]

                                   HEADCANON ↤    sexuality    ::    THE CAST    ↩

↪ KAEYA ✤ bisexual king. confident as hell, because he knows he’s that good ( & just hasn’t got any insecurities surrounding sex ). almost always tops / dominantly, unless he feels secure in the other’s affections & relationship with him; hence the rarity lol. will spend 6 hours wearing you both out or less than a minute. his kinks range from vile violent shit to ‘genuine love & care IS my kink’. if the feelings are right he’s the softest motherfucker and the hungriest - if they are not, you’re what he channels his sadistic proclivities into. he’s always feral during sex. it is easier than holding hands & honestly more fun, so he gets ( unintentionally ) sexual/flirtatious with anyone he cares for. if you’re actually in a relationship you may need to smack his hands away here or there c:

↪ DILUC ✤ thinks he’s bisexual; actually just streamlined into heterosexuality by his father + so starved of appreciation & hungry for others’ pleasure that he can get a lot out of pleasuring a woman. never fucks them, though. he has a well-practised jaw c: in reality he’s a flaming homosexual, your honour. bottom or terminal service top. sex is the only place his head stops hating him ( as much ) for a minute, & where he can let all his burdens fall away to focus solely on something softer than violence & fear. even so, he limits his sex life to the occasional jaunt across the border to dickspittle villages with working girls who’ll never hear the name ‘ragnvindr’ & recognise his face. ( it feels safe to fuck girls, because there won’t be any feelings - or bullshit he isn’t practised in handling. i’m not sure he’s able to fuck a man without catching feelings & those are scary & out of place thank you. also haha no no i AM what my father wants me to b- )

↪ AYAKS ✤ ??? he’s been in the army since he was 14, my good dudes. not a disaster, just a virgin. fairly confident around flirtations - effortlessly confident, in fact, as long as they are surface level: he’s spent far too much time submerged in politics & underhanded tactics not to know. also he’s swole & pretty, so y’know he gets some attention. you won’t really be able to tell unless you actually fuck him, as childe doesn’t follow through on anyone’s advances as a rule. he’s a little bit shy, a bit traditional ( not necessarily ‘abstain until marriage’ but still some lack of ability to be truly superficial in the actual act ).

↪ TSARITSA / KHIONIYA ✤ pansexual queen. you will get the strap. leans heavily toward lesbeans just because it’s where she’s accustomed to finding the tenderness she thrives on. no-one fucks a virgin better than she, if they’re the sentimental sort who want to feel special. it is impossible not to feel genuinely for anything, for her, & so she can make a fundamental type of love to anyone. even so: feeling ravished by genuine feeling alone, she can & will marinate in longing & sweet affection for weeks before partaking of the flesh. it’s an enjoyable lifestyle.

↪ REGRATOR / ALYOS ✤ powersexual. his own power. really good at sex since he used to be a sex worker, but won’t fucking put in the effort for you lol. give him prospects & opportunity he doesn’t want your holes :v would lose his shit if he got to bottom right, but good luck getting him on his belly with his ass up without losing your life afterwards. he’s never been fucked as an equal...

↪ DOTTORE / EMILE ✤ gay disaster & terminally bottom. had one (1) humiliating experience ( girl laughed at his peen during their first time >:// it’s a little crooked okay leave him alone ) & has unintentionally made it a point never to recover. will shriek a little bit & scuttle off to the other side of the room if approached with welcome affection. top in the labs, disaster virgin anywhere near the sheets. an insufferable yet endearing(?) menace when romantically inclined toward someone, & you’ll both find out the hard way that he is.

↪ CAPITANO ✤ classifies as a dominant top. knows what it would like to try touching on a case by case basis. hungry for any ‘kin’ship / anything that reeks of the abyss like it does. otherwise eldritch; doesn’t have those social concepts. might just be parasitical/a symbiote, because it keeps wanting to go in & then expand, take over-

↪ KUNIKUZUSHI ✤ switch between savage top & demeaning power bottom. other modes are reserved for emotional connections he does not yet have c: until he gets his parts switched out by a certain someone with special talent for innovative reconstruction, he cannot stand sex for how tightly it links him with his body - her creation, her lingering rule over his nature. after that he goes apeshit for a bit just to thoroughly know who he is & what labels are solely his own. the only passion he champions for now is self-exploration. ( ties make you weak to another’s will. there’s been too much external influence; it is time he became his own puppet. )

[fvckerie]

*     ◟    :    [  lucy liu, cis woman  +  she / her  ]  is that blanche song?  last i heard the deputy chief counsel to the mayor for the government.  i heard the fifty three year old is a bit tenacious but can also be volatile.  sometimes you can hear them humming moon river by johnny crawford, though people mostly associate them with camera ready smiles, righteous fury and a desperate hold.

*     ◟    :    [  kento yamazaki, cis man  +  he / him  ]  is that atsuo yamazaki?  last i heard they were making a name for themselves as a soldier  +  money collector for the japanese mafia.  i heard the twenty eight year old is a bit apathetic but can also be engaging.  sometimes you hear them humming sabotage by the beastie boys, though people usually associate them with heavy sunglasses, gucci loafers and sleeping on a pew.

   ⸻    𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆.

date of birth  ( sun sign ).  september 21st  ( virgo )   sexuality.  bisexual   goals.  win the next mayoral election, finalize her divorce, clean the city’s streets flaws.  erratic, quick to anger, fiercely judgmental, on the squeamish side 

summary.  fresh off a bitter defeat in the general elections, blanche now finds herself working for the very mayor she was posed to defeat.  believing the scandalous revelation of her marital problems was the root, blanche up-ended her life by filing for divorce and accepting a position within city hall.  it’s a shame, really, as her campaign platform centered around cleaning the city’s streets  —  at least, pushing the terror the mafia families wage back to the shadows where it belongs  —  and now that war is on the cusp of exploding once again, blanche believes now is her time to shine.    

wanted connections.  personal assistant  ( new hire, she fired the last. ).  ex partner.  former personal assistant  ( !! connections to a mafia pls ).  the ‘one who got away’ years ago  ( any woman, 45+ ).  flirtatious interest  ( 45+ ).  best friend / confidante.  favorite neighbor.  former classmates.  suspicions.  people she knows are associated with crime.  blackmailers.  childhood / college / old friends reuniting.    

    ⸻    𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈.

date of birth  ( sun sign ).  may 26th  ( gemini ) sexuality.  bisexual  goals.  quit smoking, restore his honor, advance in the yamazaki family  flaws.  attachment - prone, incredibly sensitive, performative  +  dramatic, indulgent 

summary.  back from a disastrous bend in japan, atsuo is trying not to carry the weight of failure that’s plagued him for the last few years.  after fucking up an arms deal in osaka, atsuo’s returned to a demotion and the cruel judgment of his father’s family.  he’s a failure, they tell him; a disaster within the ranks, and it’s only the grace of his namesake that he wasn’t dumped in the hudson.  atsuo’s standing on shaky ground, however, and he’s in desperate need of allies.  striving to clear his name and restore his reputation, atsuo’s willing to do whatever it takes to rise again. 

wanted connections.  former childhood friend but they fell out years ago  ( enemies now ).  a roommate.  socialites in NYC  /  party friends.  a combat trainer, preferred muscle to bring around.  someone related to the fellow mafia member he semi - killed.  an ex, tensions are still tight.  best friend who’s loyalties lie with another family / outside crime.  an enemy within the family ranks, a FBI agent he’s willing to trade information wish.

ooc:  deni, est, she / they, 25+