#her name is basically ‘you will be’ (singular person) in french

[cry-ptidd]

fun fact about how pip calls seras ‘mon cher’, is that that’s the masculine pronoun and adjective for ‘my dear’ in french. he’s calling her his boyfriend basically

[ramblesofthemad]

What if the BSD Great War...

So while doing some digging around while working on one of my many analysis projects…my brain began to create a weird rabbit hole theory that seems so crazy but it could be like 10% possible. 

As we all know as members of this fandom, there was “The Great War” that occurred 15 years before the start of the running manga. Yet, we are given such little details about such a detrimental event for multiple big-name characters within the series. It makes me question why this might be the case. While I can't pick apart Asagiri to the point where I can figure out his own personal crazy thinking, I can theorize the plausibility that this war was based on a real-life historical event, given the fact that a good 90% of our cast was real people as well, with their BSD relationships reflecting large similarities as the real-life relationships between the authors. 

Now that is said, here is what i came up with…WHAT IF this war we speak off is a odd play off World War II. 

Don’t throw me to the wolves here, I have no clue if anyone else has thought this either… But hear out at least my breakdown: 

Evidence piece number one: Basically as mentioned above, Asagiri uses historical authors and plays the switcheroo game, religiously.

What started as me just trying to figure out what chapter Yosano’s backstory began in, I came across this line in an article breaking down her experience with the war that reminded me that in true international history, WWI was considered The Great War. I stated our Great War is the second one though, but here's why I say it is indeed the second one. We know Asagiri brings in characters that influenced or knew each other in real life, but he does not keep all the facts true with a lot of rearranging of the order of ages and who mentored who, For Example, look at Dazai and Akutagawa; where in the series Aku looks up to Dazai, but in real life it was Aku that inspired Dazai. Yet on the other hand, we also know that if you were to look at the average period most of the authors came from, taking out our lovely Russian friends and a few others, the majority come from the years that are considered pre-WWII to post-WWII. So would it not make sense that he would use people who did experience wartime in real life to have experienced a similar war in this worldly universe as well, which was WWII. This brings us to the next part that looks at the question: so he switched around some things, but why would he need to do that? 

Evidence piece number two: If you look at details from light novels and certain parts of our main story…the alliances between certain countries look oddly familiar. 

I will not lie that I have not read these light novels in a hot minute and I've consumed a lot of other media, so my memories are a bit hazy. But from skimming plot summaries for the books “Stormbringer” and “55 Minutes”(credit to the ppl on this website that give these details) I began to notice something. There are three major groups of authors, once again taking out the Russians, we have the French (who worked in tandem with the English), the Japanese, and the unnamed Germans (besides our man Johann who is mentioned in 55 minutes, I believe). Now pair the countries with how the events played out with the relaying of information about the singularity research, the research that is considered to be one of the major reasons the Great War had even begun, the pairing between countries reflected eerily familiar to the allied and axis powers during the real WWII. The timeline that I have worked it out to be is Germany theorized it first then stolen by France, who succeeded, then stolen again by Germany, and then handed over to Japan, who then also succeeded. 

Evidence number three: Comparing the facts to WWII and the descriptions we receive from the characters in Bungo about the Great War, there are a lot of indirect overlaps.

Since Asagiri made it that out of any event of the series prior to the start of the running manga, he chose the Great War to have the least amount of number facts to its name. Yet, by looking at how the great war within the series is described by the characters who experienced it and then looking at the basic facts about WWII as well, the "events" of Bungo's war are quite familiar. I will say that history was never a class I paid close attention to at any point in my life, but Wikipedia is helping the case here. Whether it is the fact they focus on how it was filled with science and technology advances that led to the deadliest parts of the war. Or the fact that islands played a huge role in many events from the war. There are just enough overlaps for me to consider this as evidence.

And more recently discovered...evidence number four: The book that inspired Asagiri to even create bungo stray dogs was, you can guess, related to WWII.

While I was looking into the career paths that Asagiri had before he became an author, it was mentioned that a book by the late author Shusaku Endo named Ryugaku, which is set post WWII. There are also similarities between the countries used during the great war in Europe and the countries mentioned in this book. This book, combined with Dazai's own novel that also inspired him, gives great sway to the time frame Bungo is actually set in.

Overall all of this could be my delusions doing its delusion things, but I do believe that I can fancy my brain for one minute. Thanks if you decided to read all the way through!

[teacakesrule]

ok, so Velia and i are Currently working on a demon slayer fanfic. and since she insisted I post it on Wattpad, I figured I might put it on Tumblr too. I just wanted to say, this makes almost no since, and things that are physically impossible in demon slayer happen and the breathing techniques make no sense too. also, some words are censored because this on my school Chromebook and those things can get touchy.

also, if someone who find this, if they could just kindly tell me how to make the fanfic context the blue 'keep reading' so I won't have to spam your screen with yapping. thank you.

Authors note: this makes no sense. I don’t care. Deal with it.

JK. 

But seriously, if you can’t deal with this monstrosity, then probably best not to bother.

Basically, it’s a weird thing if all the hashira were teleported out of their world, including Tanjiro and Kanao even if they’re technically not hashira. In this piece of weird writing, all hashira is alive.

And Zenitsu, Inoske, and Nezuko.

Some words will be censored because I wrote this on my school chromebook with my friend and it’s stupid.

They still have their swords and all, still remember everything, just now apparently they’re all really smart people from Japan that can speak English, and were sent to a middle and high school somewhere in America to, like, help the students or something. They have this information implanted in their brain and they know they have to play along with it.

Obanai: goes to some sort of college that specializes in herpetology?? Or maybe already a herpetologist. His pet snake he says is like a service animal.

Mitsuri: Cardiac physiology college? Only thing I could think of. I mean, I guess she could be a professional eater, but I don’t think that has to do with grades

Shinobu: some sort of college for doctors. I don’t know what else she would be but a doctor.

Himejima: pedologist or pediatrician. He did really care for children, and he would have a legitimate job since he’s 27

Uzui, Sanemi, Tomioka and Rengoku: they run some sort of martial arts school I guess. I don’t know what else to make. (I take back the good grades thing. They were transferred because they have impressive feats)

Muichiro: still in middle school, ninth grade, somehow has really good grades despite forgetting everything

Tanjiro, Nezuko (she’s human here), Inosuke, Kanao, and Zenitsu are all in middle school. Ninth grade to, cuz why not

Then we have our other person who’s not from KNY, Kosuke. She’s in 7th grade, black hair with one singular purple and blue streak, side bangs that go past the chin, but. Weird blue and purple eyes (which is why she dyed her hair) and her gaze is more like Muichiro’s. Really distant. She’s energetic alright, and does some sort of martial arts (haven’t decided what), but she has selective mutism. Also, favorite food is dango. Is technically a polyglot, fluent in Korean, Japanese, Chinese, English (duh), and French. She knows two three phrases in spanish: what’s your name hello, and I love you. Does that mean she’s fluent in Spanish? Also, she talks too fast.

Like I said, this is confusing. I’m terrible at interpreting people and I don’t think there will be any new ships besides the obvious ones, ya know, like Mitsuri and Obanai, but I’m also terrible at writing scenes where people flirt so…

Just be prepared for scenes where a gen alpha middle/high schooler tries to rizz Misturi and Shinobu up.

Then our second person, Kosuke’s friend, Astralyn, who has short black wavy-ish hair, light blue eyes, slightly darker skin than Kosuke. She sighs a lot. Her personality is like, so, not an extrovert, but she can freely talk in front of other people. Also, she’s fluent in English, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, and French. She does the same martial arts as Kosuke.

They look like sisters but they aren’t sisters. Remember that reader.

Oh yes, and Shinobu strangely acts evil in this

Kayyyy, so…..CHAPTER 1

[brightly-painted-canvas]

TOG fandom - How to address others in Italian (a little help for fellow writers)

Another one of these posts in quick succession because a thing I’ve noticed in many, many fanfiction is the incorrect use of titles and honorifics in Nicky’s Italian lines. Which... I get it, it’s super-uper difficult to get and also Google is the worst of all to translate the right use and nuance (my suggestion is to always prefer Reverso Context when translating entire phrases, it’s based on examples and it’s more accurate in general). So!

Let’s start with family (famiglia, with a gl, different to the Spanish word).

Papà = dad (please, please, PLEASE USE THE ACCENT. Just like Nicolo ≠ Nicolò, remember that Papa = Pope. And Nicky’s dad - or Nicky as a dad - is not a Pope). Variants! They are mostly regionals, but you can also use: papi, babbo, pa’. Father = padre, so if Nicky has to refer to an austere father figure or someone else’s father? Use padre and the honorific form (we will get to that). Mamma = mom. Variants! Mami, mammà, ma’. Mother = madre. Figlio/a = son/daughter. Sorella = sister. Older sister = sorella maggiore or sorellona (like ‘big sis’), younger sister = sorella minore or sorellina (’lil sis’). Fratello = brother. Older brother = fratello maggiore or fratellone (’big bro’), younger brother = fratello minore or fratellino (’lil bro’). Nonno/a = grandad/grandma. Also: nonnino/nonnina, it’s cute. Zio/a = uncle/aunt. Cute: zietto/zietta. Cugino/a = cousin. Younger cousins could also be called: cuginetto/cuginetta. Nipote = nephew/niece and grandson/granddaughter. Younger ones: nipotino/nipotina. Suocero/a = father-in-law/mother-in-law. Cognato/a = brother-in-law/sister-in-law. Genero = son-in-law. Nuora = daughter-in-law. ... and I’m stopping here, but if you have questions on other particular words just DM me :D

How to address loved ones.

Amico/a = friend. Someone who’s always very friendly and nice to hang up with = amicone/a. The BFF from when you were young kids = amichetto/a. Ragazzo/a = boyfriend/girlfriend. ‘Chi è? Il tuo ragazzo?’ = ‘Who’s that? Your boyfriend?’. Variants (also regionals): ragazzino/a, moroso/a, tipo/a. Fidanzato/a = fiancée. Could also be used as boy/girlfriend, but it’s mostly for couples about to get married. However, nonne all over Italy at Christmas would always ask their nephews/nieces ‘ce l’hai il/la fidanzatino/a?’ which basically is ‘have you found yourself a boy/girlfriend?’. Marito/moglie = husband/wife.

How to address royalty/nobility (to the person who asked about this specifically some time ago: took me some time, but here it is).

Sua/Vostra altezza reale/imperiale = His/Her/Your royal/imperial highness Sua/Vostra maestà reale = His/Her/Your royal majesty Re/Regina = King/Queen Imperatore/Imperatrice = Emperor/Empress Principe/Principessa = Prince/Princess Duca/Duchessa = Duke/Duchess Conte/Contessa = Count/Countess Signore/Signora = Lord/Lady (’mio Signore’ = my Lord)

The clergy (a relevant topic for Nicolò).

Prete = priest. Also: don (mostly used before the name to address the priest, like ‘Don Nicolò’)(yeah I know it reminds you of mafia names, that’s where they get it from... it’s basically a substitute of ‘signore’, frequently used in the South). You can also call the priest padre (father) ‘Padre Nicolò’. Padre superiore = father superior, frate = friar, monaco = monk, eremita = hermit, abate = abbott. To address a friar: fra and the name, like ‘Fra Giacomo’. Suora = nun. To address the nun: suor and the name, like ‘Suor Cristina’. Also: sorella, madre superiora = mother superior (’Madre Teresa’), badessa = abbess. Vescovo = bishop. ‘Sua Eccellenza’ = His Excellency. Arcivescovo = archbishop. ‘Sua Grazia’ = His Grace. Cardinale = cardinal. ‘Sua Eminenza’ = His Eminence. Papa = Pope. POPE. P-O-P-E as in the old holy guy dressed in white living in Vaticano. First rule of Italian, folks: we don’t have as many accents as the French, but when we do THEY MUST BE USED. Also: Santo Padre = Holy Father. ‘Sua Santità’ = His Holiness. I had to translate half ‘Wikihow - come rivolgersi al clero cattolico’ LOL

There should probably be a whole chapter about politics too, but you get the drift: use Reverso, check the examples and write me (or any other Italian user in the TOG fandom) a DM if you’re in doubt.

And we arrive straight to the honorific form. This is hard, I know... English doesn’t really have this form, but it’s extremely important to know it and know the differences to write/talk good Italian.

The basic rule is that when we speak to someone who’s above us in hierarchy (a client, a professor, an older colleague, ecc.) or a stranger, we use ‘lei’. Dare del lei means not referring to the person with the singular form of ‘you’ = tu, but use the female third person singular. Let’s proceed with an example: if you’re writing Nicky as a professor, he’s gonna be called ‘prof Di Genova’ by his Italian students. They wouldn’t say ‘prof, non interrogarmi’ to him, but they would use the ‘lei’ form: ‘prof, non mi interroghi’ (don’t test/question me, professor). This form is basically the most frequently translated by Google. This is why the most frequent mistake in fanfiction is Nicky asking ‘scusi?’ (sorry, in the ’lei’ form) to Joe or Andy or Booker instead of ‘scusa?’. As much as I think Nicky is a very polite guy and he definitely would use the ‘lei’ form with strangers, he knows his family (and his husband!) well enough to use the ‘you’. As a rule, always check if the translated Italian you are using is in the honorific form and, if it shouldn’t be in your fic (as in: Nicky is talking to someone he knows, like Nile or Joe or his family), change it to the ‘you’ form. NB! Nice nuance in fanfiction: Nicky using the ‘lei’ form with Copley or even Merrick (sometimes using the honorific form with asshole strangers adds a very sassy flavour) and Nicky using the ‘lei’ form with Joe if you’re writing a first meeting AU (in a polite/formal environment). It’s cute because there’s frequently a moment during a first meeting conversation where people ask each other: ‘possiamo darci del tu?’ (can we use the ‘you’ form?) and I think it’d work well with them.

You think this is it? THINK AGAIN! We also have an even more reverential form, to use with very veeery important people (nobility, extremely high-up people and the such) which is dare del voi. Voi = you (second person plural). The ‘vostra’ you saw above in the royalty part comes from this. Example: if Nicky is a prince or a king, a counselor should address him with the ‘voi’ form. ‘Vostra maestà, vogliate scusarmi: ho dimenticato di aggiornarvi su questo argomento’ (Your Majesty, please excuse me: I’ve forgotten to give you updates on this topic).

A bit complicated, I know, but I hope I’ve helped. Remember you can DM me anytime if you have questions. If you think I’ve forgotten something, please add a comment so that I can reply! :D

Here are the links to my previous ‘Italian language for fellow writers’ posts:

Terms of endearment

Swear words

Writing ‘good’

[fckaronmorales]

♱ Statistics ♱

Name - Aron Liam Morales

Age and Birthday - April 23, 1999 

Sign - Taurus

Student Number - #48

Sexuality - Bi Romantic

Positive Traits - Affectionate, Alluring, Caring, Charismatic, Flirtatious, Giving Natured, and Passionate

Negative Traits - Arrogant, Clingy, Hot Tempered, Jealous Minded, Know It All, Over Dramatic, and Possessive

Pierces - Ears and Nose

Likes - Getting things his way and drugs 

Dislikes - Not getting his way 

Languages - Spanish, English, French, and Italian 

♱ Biography ♱ 

In the back corner tucked in a file stored away in that of which seemed to be the corner of his mind he Aron pulled forward the mile high stack of pages that seemed to tell the story of his life. 

Chapter One 

At the time of his birth, in which, seem to be the happiest moment of the Morales’ family life they had a beautiful baby boy. Aron. Aron was their course for greatness. Their greatest warrior and storm, but their became just a she. The couple the made him together, soon separated. His father leaving his mom and him alone. Not being alone for long his mother packed them up and moved them in with her wealthy and upper class parents in Spain after having ran away with the guy she fell in love with quite a few years prior before in high school. It was a welcome that seemed bitter sweet, but the mother knew there, at least her and her new born son wouldn’t be alone, unloved, and wouldn’t have to want for nothing. They had a family. 

Chapter Two

Aron was now thirteen and as far as he knew he was sick of family. His mother and her mom seemed to have a hold on his life. Since the age he was able to learn he was stuck between four walks of the built in singular person classroom being taught academics from hired teachers. Stuck in the four walls of a mansion style home under lock and key that kept him out from meeting kids his own age. He was tired of it, but in the midst of it all he grew closer to his grand dad. A man that was full of wise wisdom. ‘Stick up for what you want Aron. Don’t bow to the needs of others before your own.’ His mother’s father ran so deep with knowledge that he finally wasn’t afraid to finally put his foot down to tell both his mom and her mother that he was no longer going to be homeschooled, that want he wanted to be like the other kids his age and attend the regular classes. 

Chapter Three 

He had gotten his way, but his grand dad never intended in him becoming half the teen he was now. Sixteen. Aron was sixteen, and in the course of the three years since he was granted what he wanted at thirteen he had been in and out of five different boarding and private schools. He was reckless with the advice he was given, taking every ounce of it and holding it close to his heart. The first time he was expelled he was warned not once, not twice, but three times that he couldn’t correct the french teacher on her teaching. He went above and beyond, of course, in his truest know it all fashion, and one day told her to have her to have a seat at his desk as he got up and began his own lesson plans he had for that class on that day. The second time was when Aron had started taking sex ed and condoms were offered freely. At this time he developed what was known to be his first crush, a crush that happened to be on his beautiful sex ed teacher. Not having been educated at home, school was where he learned the main need to know basics. Having this crush however led to a one sided flirtation with him eventually leaving a hand full of condoms and a handwritten note that expressed his mere intentions of wanting to meet the object of his affection after class and ‘fuck her until his name was known and heard around the school.’ Being told yes he had went to meet with her in the teachers lounge and instead was met with his mother, grandparents, and the dean and dismissed from another school for making a teacher uncomfortable. The third time he was dismissed from a boarding two hours away from home. Sleeping around with both the dean and his daughter wasn’t the best idea Aron could have possibly had, but he did it anyways. He loved the attention they both gave him. It wasn’t until that one unfortunate night, however, that all came to a close when the dean’s daughter walked in to the housing unit they lived in and caught her boyfriend intertwined with her dad. He was packed up and sent home that same night without a care. The others two were stupid reasons in his eyes but none the less he was gone and always the one that felt outcasted. 

Chapter Four 

It wasn’t until he gotten enrolled to a private school closer to home that he rebelled further. Aron met Enzo who he fell in love with. Enzo was the guy that introduced him to more of the sex, drugs, and party life. Something that Aron grew too love, but him and Enzo weren’t meant to last long when he caught Enzo in bed with someone else at a party one night. That happened to be the night that Enzo and him got into getting in to a fight and resulted to the drugs they normally took. With him being due home, he left the party early only to find out the next day that his first love oded. It hurt him. Aron never understood how it happened, but he was angry with the other and continued to party and do drugs to subside his feelings and the aches in his chest. He had just wanted to be loved and part of him blamed himself. 

♱ Misc ♱ 

Aron’s Playlist 

[lumau]

Chapters: 4/7 Fandom: The Invisible Library - Genevieve Cogman Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Irene (The Invisible Library), Kai (The Invisible Library), Peregrine Vale, catherine (the invisible library), Lord Silver (The Invisible Library), Li Ming (Invisible Library), Ao Shun (Invisible Library) Additional Tags: ilcharacterweek, Angst, Some Humor, Some Romance, all a bit trippy, but it'll make sense, potentially additional tags per chapter, minor spoilers for the dark archive and all other books Summary: 7 chapters, each focussing on one of the main / favorite characters (written for 2021 Invisible Library Character Appreciation Week)

Chapter 4 - Catherine & Silver

Please note that this chapter could be spoilery if you haven't read The Dark Archive, although it's almost fully based on my own ideas and theories about Silver's involvement in Catherine's upbringing.

You can simply skip this chapter and continue with the next one if you want.

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“Don’t you even want to see her?”

“My dear Adele, why should I? I have a singular interest in babies,” Silver drawled, wrinkling his nose in a mildly disgusted expression, “and that is to prevent them from coming to existence in the first place. Aliment disputes are such a bore. Now, don’t waste my time.”

He noted how his sharp remark made his niece flinch and recoil a little. Every time he had the displeasure of having to deal with his family, he was reminded rather quickly of why he had no interest in keeping anything but the most basic contact, if at all necessary. Or, at least, that was how he liked to think of it.

“You know I’m a very busy man, so... ”, Silver trailed off and let his gaze sweep from his cocktail glass to the chaise longue by the french window, overlooking the vast, private park. It was a mild, sunny day in Schaan, and the light breeze blowing in through the open window would feel simply heavenly on his bare skin. Together with a pair of hands, or maybe two - two pairs of hands, and soft, warm lips and…

“Uncle, I understand that you don’t want to get involved. You don’t have stakes in the conflict personally, and I accept that.” Adele had pulled herself together, and the fresh firmness in her voice made Silver look back to her, “I know that you are interested in what I have to offer though. Or you wouldn’t have agreed to meet me.”

Silver sighed.

“And what do I get for inviting you to my summer house? A wasted hour on the most beautiful day of the season so far. I am not a family man, and unless you do finally tell me what it is you have to discuss, my darling, I will consider my duty towards you as my relative to be fulfilled, and wish you a very pleasant journey back home.”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he rose to turn his back on Adele. There was a pause, during which to his chagrin she did not stomp out of the room and leave him to his much more pleasant company waiting in the salon.

Instead, she pulled a folder from her bag. Silver was cunning enough not to immediately turn around and check if it really was what he thought it might be. If these were the papers, and it was not that unlikely - after all, they had been passed down to Adele - then it meant two things. First, that he would at least listen to what she wanted to ask him, and second, that she was desperate.

“This is what I offer you,” she said bleakly, “together with the relief of all formal obligations you have towards me.”

Silver turned back to face her, leaning his weight forward on the table. His interest was piqued now. 

“And in return?”

“In return, I ask you for a favor.”

Silver sat down in his chair again, downing the last of his drink.

“Why so vague? With you so willingly throwing the highest triumph your family line has to offer me on the table, I suppose it must be something rather unpleasant.” 

“You said I should not waste your time,” Adele snapped, “so don’t complain about me being blunt in this negotiation. What I want from you in return, is your protection.”

“Aah!” Silver drew the word out, while a servant hastened to refill the glass he held out. “My dear Adele, don’t bore me with those petty little feuds that your side of the family is so fond of. As far as I can tell, you are capable enough to take care of yourself. Why would you need my protection?”

“There have been recent developments that make me suspect that the conflict is about to escalate. I don’t want your protection for me,” Adele said, her voice softer now, “I want it for her.”

Silver snorted. While he had a good understanding for self-preservation and the lengths people would go for it, compassion and genuine care for others were plain weaknesses. And if Adele thought that he would play the good Uncle if only she paid him well enough? She certainly had come to the wrong person.

“You are the most powerful living member of our family, Uncle Silver.” Silver frowned in mild disgust at the familiar address, but Adele continued, “I implore you to swear on your name that you will protect her. In return, I give you everything that I have to offer.”

She opened the folder in front of her. It was dark green and visibly old, decorated with both the family crest and the Liechtenstein emblem. She slowly began leafing through the papers inside, so that Silver could see its contents. His eyes flashed gold for a moment, hungrily eying the documents. It was generations since he had been disinherited by this line of the family, and while they were not highly influential and he had done well for himself without the legacy, this would allow him to broaden his reach even further, making him quite possibly the most powerful man in Liechtenstein.

Adele looked up, saw his expression and snapped the folder shut. 

“So, will you do it?” she asked curtly.

Silver rolled his eyes and sipped his drink, all indifferent nonchalance again. 

“My darling, while flashing this bait might be a temptation, the other side of the deal still needs to be defined. You don’t really think I’d agree to such a sweeping concession.”

“Fine. You will swear by your name that you will protect her life at whatever cost or risk for your own, until she has grown powerful enough to commit herself to a patron who accepts her as a student. In case anything should happen to me and Francisco, you will oversee her education and provide for her in a way that allows her to grow up happily and in safety.”

Silver leaned back to sprawl in his chair, and considered for a long moment. Then, he shrugged.

“I accept.”

He stretched his hand out for the folder. Adele gave him a weak laugh.

“Uncle, you’ll have to swear first. I am not that stupid.”

Silver shrugged. 

“Worth a try. Now. I swear by my name and nature, …”

But Adele cut in, raising her hand.

“No. No, not to me. You must swear it to her. I want you to bind yourself to her life, not to mine.”

Silver’s eyes gleamed, his expression sombring. What a shame. That would have been the easy way out of course. He could still back out. But now that he had tasted blood, he was hooked. He yawned and waved a lazy hand at Adele. 

“Sure, whatever. Just get this done with, I have more important matters to see to.”

And then Adele was standing in front of him, a small, squealing bundle of white cloth in her arms. Of course the baby had to wake up just now and start making these annoying gurgling sounds. Her mother looked down at her like the most precious thing in all the worlds, and Silver had a sudden feeling of pity for her. She could have asked for anything, really, for her own protection, that of her husband, or even for him to take out her opponents. But all she had been able to think of was the safety of this tiny person. Well, Silver would not dispute the deal. He knew that his win from the bargain was a golden lottery ticket, and fulfilling his side - well, he did not personally have to get involved with his niece, he’d only have to make sure she was taken care of.

“I swear by my name and nature, that I will protect your life at whatever cost or risk for my own, until you have grown powerful enough to commit yourself to a patron who accepts you as a student. Should anything happen to your parents, I will oversee your education and provide for you in a way that will allow you to grow up happily and in safety.”

The air had hummed in that moment, and the baby had looked up at him with her drowsy, dark eyes. Silver had felt the bond he had made with her form around them, like a physical link and now, over a decade later, he felt it again.

It was about to strangulate him. He helplessly clutched at his throat, losing his breath, as the invisible string pulled tight. He had failed Catherine, he had not been able to protect her. After all these years, he had almost been sure he’d made it. But it had not been enough, in the end, now, his bargain caught up with him. ╳

[oliveiraveiro]

Drunken Nights and Unspoken Words

Open Heart, Rafael Aveiro x F!MC (Estelle Valentine)

In which Estelle recalls a few memorable drunk conversations she had with Rafael. While there is one that made her smile again, the rest give more pain to her already broken heart. But what happens when unspoken words and feelings are finally spoken?

w // some fluff (in flashbacks), overall angst, curse word, happy open ending

word count: 2660

ao3 link

note: what is it with me and drunk, breakup prompts?? idk either please just bear with me. I have some ideas for a second part but not entirely sure about writing it, so let me know what you think or if you have suggestions

+ I know it’s been forever but I dedicate this to @violentinenow​ <3 still just attempting to write sksk but I hope you like it

Rafael is a cute type of drunk.

Not the giggly one. Rather, he was the drunk whose musings are, as said, cute.

As Estelle drank her vodka cocktail alone in her apartment, she can’t help but to think about her ex-lover, and a few of his drunk ramblings.

“You... do you know Estelle means star?” he asked her sleepily.

As they laid together in her bed after a karaoke night with their friends, it was obvious he was already trying his best to stay awake.

“Mm, I do,” She ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face, while she had a small smile on her own.

Technically, the Latin name Stella meant star, and Estelle is only the French version of it, but she did not need to get into that now. She was a little tipsy herself, but it was obvious the other was more drunk, and sleepier.

“Good. And you know... Valentine’s Day is basically... uh... Heart’s day, right? So Valentine is heart?” Rafael continued, and Estelle let out a soft chuckle.

“Basically, yes.” she agreed.

“You always call me Superman, don’t you? And so I thought, I should also give you your own superhero name. It’s Star-Heart.”

Estelle smiled even more, and she realized she had been smiling for too long already when her cheeks started to hurt. “That’s adorable, Superman. That is officially my superhero name starting tonight. Star-Heart reporting for duty.”

Rafael couldn’t help his wide grin. “I’m glad you like it. It’s just so fitting, you know? Not just... not only with the- with...your names. Star because you’re so bright, Estelle. And you- you light up any room you walk into. And heart... you’re so, so kind. I love that you still have a kind heart no matter how brilliant you are. I...”

He was clearly about to say something more, and she could almost see the gears in his head turning as he frowned, debating in his head whether he should continue or not.

Obviously deciding against it, Rafael gave her another sheepish grin. “Boa noite, meu amor.”

Estelle smiled at him, despite her heart going crazy. She wanted to finally hear the words he’s always hinted. Hell, she wanted to tell him that herself. But if even drunk him was still not ready, then she figured she should continue biting on her tongue.

“It’s Star-Heart to you, senhor.” she just said, continuing to humor him.

That was a nickname that never really stuck between the two of them, but there were a few weeks that Rafael received texts from Star-Heart instead of favorite doctor. Estelle remembered the first time she changed her contact name on his phone, teasing him about that night. Whenever she noticed he changed it back she’d change it again, and it went on for a few weeks.

It stopped after a particular Friday night and they went out for drinks again.

They sat together in a booth, their friends scattered around the bar doing their own thing, and as soon as Estelle got her hands on Rafael’s phone she decided to check her name yet again then change it. However, instead of seeing favorite doctor, like always, the name read meu amor.

She recalls almost having the guts to actually say the three words.

“My love?” She gave him a playful grin, this time more intoxicated than she usually lets herself be. “You always call me that.”

Estelle was somehow able to grin wider as she watched Rafael blush.

“You don’t like it? I can–”

She was quick to interrupt him. “No! I like it,” she promised. “But do you mean it?” She set his phone back down on the table, resting her hand atop his, lightly squeezing.

“Of course I do, Estelle. You know, I do.”

“Then say it,” she dared, heart hammering in her chest. Rafael smiled wide, just about to, but Estelle interrupted him again.

“Actually, no, let me say it.” She almost giggled as they both blushed, staring at each other’s eyes, and she also took his other hand in hers. “Rafael Aveiro, my Superman–”

“GO! KARTS! GO! KARTS! GO! KARTS!” their friends started chanting back to their booth before she could continue.

They were sober enough to agree to go racing but still with alcohol in their systems to drag the two of them with the rest of the gang.

They slept in the same bed again that night, but her short moment of courage was over. And neither of the two had it in them to bring it up again.

Estelle takes three gulps of her drink. They were both really stupid. She was stupid.   

How hard was it to tell the person you love that you love them? She screams in her mind that it literally only took three words, and once again she feels angry at herself for being a coward. If she had been brave, maybe she wouldn’t be drinking herself to sleep in her room right now. Or maybe she’d still be drunk, but so would Rafael be, and they’d cuddle up in her bed like they used to and sleep comfortably in each other’s arms.

The what ifs are quick to invade Estelle’s mind.

What if she said ‘I love you’ that night? What if he did? Would he still leave her for Sora, or those three unspoken words would have been enough to make him stay?

The last time she let herself think about him, she already promised she won’t blame herself anymore. It was important she knew that it wasn’t her fault, and that Rafael left because he wanted to. He simply made a choice: his own.

But with the earlier events of tonight, she wasn’t sure about that anymore.

Right after her shift and she got time to freshen up, she made her way to Donahue’s. She headed straight to the bar to get herself a drink, not even waiting for her friends anymore. She waited to get the attention of the bartender who was currently talking to a drunk customer, refusing them another drink.

With a singular focus to get a shot, she realized about a minute too late who the said customer was, now broadcasting not only to the bartender but to the people around him that he probably needs someone to call him a car.

“Rafael?” She walked towards him, simply giving the bartender an apologetic smile and they share a nod.

Before she can fully wrap her head around the situation, Estelle finds herself in a booth with Rafael. It is painfully familiar to how they used to spend the end of their work week. Although instead of having a few bottles and glasses and an assortment of finger foods in front of them, Rafael is drinking water and Estelle had yet to take the first swig of her beer.

They still hang out, sure. They never really stopped even after they ‘broke up’, but nowadays only with Bryce and her other roommates. Being in this scenario now, it feels like crossing a line.

“How’s your week?” Rafael asks, but quickly catches himself. “Or…uh, I’m– should I not ask?”

“It’s okay,” she gives him a small smile. “Work is…work. I guess just the usual.”

She takes a moment to take him in, staring up into his brown eyes and swallowing the lump in her throat. “Should I ask about how the suspension’s going?”

He grins, and she isn’t sure if it’s just the alcohol or the smile really doesn’t reach up his eyes. “It sure is going.”

“Somehow I just perfectly understand that,” she gives him another smile. Estelle thinks to herself that so far this was going well. What they had was pretty special: maybe they can truly get past the awkwardness and be normal friends.

But what he says next makes her forget that thought in less than a second. “We broke up.”

“You and…Sora?” she asks. She instantly realized it was a useless response, but she was too surprised. Why? And is he telling this to her as his friend or his ex-lover?

Thankfully being a smartass isn’t really Rafael’s style. “Yeah, Sora and I.”

“What happened?” About a hundred emotions floods her chest, but she chooses to focus on genuine concern for her obviously upset friend. She realizes only now just how deep his frown was, and that there was hurt and longing behind his eyes.

“She said she was disappointed that it took me this long to open up about…us.”

She found it hard to find her next words, cheeks burning upon hearing his words. “And she broke up with you because of that?”

“No, not exactly. I…I told her I loved her.” At this point Rafael’s eyes can’t meet hers, his finger tracing circles on his glass.

“So she broke up with you because she doesn’t feel the same way? Oh, that sucks, Raf. I’m so sorry...” Estelle feels for him and wishes he didn’t have to go through this. Yes, she vividly felt the pain clenching her heart which extended all the way to her fingertips as her mind repeated that fact that the person she loves just told her he loved someone else. But Rafael is such a genuine, sweet person. No matter what happened between them he only deserves happiness.

He smiles, but she sees just how empty it was. “She said she does. She broke up with me because according to her I don’t feel the same way.”

“That… doesn’t make sense. You just told her you loved her, didn’t you?”

“Sometimes we say things we don’t really mean,” he quotes Sora’s words. “It just… yeah, it sucks. You’d think at our age I’d be better at relationships already but here I am.”

Estelle responds with silence and looks down at his free hand resting on the table. She wants to take it, to let him know she’s right here with him despite not having the right words. But everything he’s said so far, she is yet to absorb. So she decides against it– biting onto her lip softly as she waited for him to continue.

“Do you think I shouldn’t have said it?” he asks after a long moment. “Not tell her I loved her?”

She fights back the tears that threatened to form in her eyes. “Raf, I’m sure–”

“It’s not like I don’t love her, you know? I guess maybe… maybe it’s too early to say it. And she’s right, I do have complicated feelings. But I know we can have something– special.” Rafael interrupts. “I just thought, with the two of us, I waited far too long to tell you how I really felt. And we… I mean I– I ruined it and I… we, didn’t work out. So I thought getting it out there early, telling her I love her, would… make it work.”

Estelle takes a moment to let that sink in, but ultimately fails. The only thing her brain processed was about him not telling her the truth. “You waited too long to tell me what?”

He sighs softly. “You know what I’m talking about, Estelle.”

“No, I actually don’t, Raf. And I think you should just be straight with me right now because you broke up with me. And now it seems you’re implying that you didn’t get the chance, like I didn’t give you a chance, to tell me that–” she stops herself, realizing her raising tone.

Her cheeks flushes in anger, fist clenching under the table. She’s thought about this happening countless of times, but not like this. Not only he was drunk, but he didn’t even plan the confession.

Rafael’s eyes widen as he slowly understood what she said, and he quickly looks at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, Estelle. I know that. But what I’m saying this time is true, I loved you. And fuck, it’s stupid and a complication, and might be the actual reason why Sora ended things with me last week, but I still do, Estelle. It’s...”

He swallows the lump in his throat, biting on his lip, his words and emotions currently all over the place and obviously so. He’s starting to realize that he’s being insensitive, that he shouldn’t be saying all these to her. He’s aware he might be hurting her right now, but God, he’s kept this for so long and he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he keeps it for one more night. He’d already wasted plenty of chances. Tonight’s stolen chance, this is finally going to be the one he takes.

“Before anything else, we’re friends, Estelle. So I owe it to you to be honest, and because I’ll go crazy if I don’t let you know. I’m still in love with you.”

Not like this. Tears pool in her eyes, making her vision blurry. She instinctively blinks, only making it stream through her cheeks. Rafael looks extremely guilty upon seeing her crying, but he’s unable to move nor speak again.

She knew he’s not doing this to be cruel. He’s probably barely registering his confessions in his mind, and only more oblivious to the fact that what he’s saying is not pleasant and is hurting her. She’s mad at the situation. She’s mad at what’s happening, very, but she blames the alcohol and not him. But even so, she just couldn’t take any more.

By the time a full minute passes, she is already out of the bar. She spends a few moments in the back alley crying as she spammed Bryce with texts, telling him to take care of their drunk friend. As soon as he assures her he will, she leaves and makes her way home, but only after buying drinks from the nearest convenience store.

And so now, she is laid on a blanket on her floor, finishing her third-or-maybe-fourth bottle, thinking about her ex-lover. Or is it just lover now, with his admission? God, tonight was messy.

Where was the drunk Rafael who gave her a superhero name? The one who goes on and on about how amazing she was. The one who argued to her unprovoked that homemade cooking is always better, and actually made some good points. What horrible thing did she do that she had to cross paths with Rafael tonight when he’s too honest and far from having cute ramblings?

I love you. Oh, this godawful phrase. When she’s kept up awake at night, it’s almost always because of these three words. The irony that she’s just as restless even after finally hearing it from him.

She loves him, that was still a fact, yes. Perhaps that’s what makes everything more complicated.

Does it mean they’ll get back together? Does he even want them to? Does she?

Fortunately, she didn’t have to come to a conclusion tonight. And soon enough she falls asleep with even more thoughts about Rafael.

The hangover next morning isn’t so bad. The universe is probably making it up to her after last night’s events. She starts to think that today would be good. It’s her day off, after all. But, soft knocks at her door already interrupts her.

She sits up, swallowing the lump in her throat. Somehow she already knows exactly who it is right outside her room.

“Estelle?” Rafael calls. “It’s me. I brought you coffee and pancakes.”

I love you. She immediately thinks as she starts to get up. She realizes just what she thought a few seconds later, and she stops for a moment, but goddammit, she does love him, even without food involved. They’ll figure it out, like real adults this time. Hopefully.

Estelle opens the door and greets him with a smile. “Hey. You don’t look too bad for someone hungover.”

He smiles sheepishly, holding out his takeout. “How’s this for starting my apology?”

“Happy to let you know you’re off to a great start. Come on in, Superman.”

[natedelmore]

Nathaniel “Nate” Delmore

Chris Evans & he/him, cis-male ‷ watch out , Nathaniel Keaton Delmore has crash-landed into roswell !! he looks 40 years old and celebrates his birthday on June 13th . He is from Washington, D.C., resides in Moonbeam Gardens and is currently working as CFO of Delmore, Inc.. one thing you should know about him is he loves stargazing with his ESD Cosmo - Written by Steph

The Basics:

Nathaniel Keaton Delmore

Age: 40

Birthday:  13 June

Nationality: American

Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual-ish

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: CFO of Delmore, Inc. 

Note: Mirrors Cargill

Physical Appearance:

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6′0

Build: Fit

Distinguishing Marks: 

Scars on chin, throat, back, wrists, and ankles

Various tattoos on his arms and chest that are not visible when in a shirt with sleeves / professional attire

Other Details: Due to kidnapping for ransom in college, Nate has PTSD and has an emotional support dog (ESD/Service dog) to alert him when he’s triggered. He struggles with large gatherings and crowded places, as well as with unexpected loud noises.

Personal:

Profession: “Glorified Accountant” and Delmore “Poster Boy” at fundraisers

Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, stargazing, jogging

Languages: Fluent in English, Spanish, French; Proficient Japanese and Chinese

Residence: Large estate in Moonbeam Gardens

Note: Property is owned by the Delmore family and is not to Nate’s taste. He owns a cottage in the suburbs around Boston that is very much his style and then a townhome in D.C. and penthouse in NYC that are owned by the family and not to his taste.

Birthplace: Washington, D.C. but considers Boston ‘home’

Religion: Christian (non-practicing), considers himself to be ‘spiritual’

Fears: Crowded places, public speaking to strangers

Relationships:

Spouse: None

Children: None and reluctant due to his age and family

Parents: Mother and father are married and live in Wayzata, Montana with homes in various locations around the world “for business”

Siblings: Older sister (Samantha goes by Sam/Sammy with Nate and is 48)

Other Relatives: Yes, all working for the family company and living in various locations depending on their job.

Pets: Cosimo, who Nate lovingly refers to as Cosmo or Cosi, is his service dog and as close to a pet as a service dog can be.

Traits:

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Biography:

Nathaniel Keaton Delmore was born into Delmore empire, a leading company in the United States. Being part of the one-percent had a singular perk: never having to worry about money. Nate learned pretty quickly that that was where its benefits stopped. He was the second of the Delmore children, and his mother never let him forget it. While she had reluctantly taken time off to care for his older sister, Samantha Marion Delmore, they waited until she was eight before they had him and more often than not they left Sammy to take care of him as if he was part living doll and part puppy. Developmentally it delayed him in walking because he was either carried or strolled around. It had also resulted in a stammer that was made worse by his parents frustrations in his inability to articulate words correctly. Though he would overcome those issues with little to no trace it left him with anxiety and a fragile sense of self.

He learned that if he kept good grades and kept his head down there wasn’t really anything his parents wouldn’t let him try. Anything he showed a natural talent for they supported until he was no longer the best in show, once again treating him more like a pet than a person. Be it piano, singing, basketball, horseback riding, or fencing; Nathaniel found himself having to find his own way. In high school, when his interests turned to debate and forensics teams because of a friend, his parents tried to put their foot down. Despite the lack of a stammer, they told him he’d be no good at it, seeing their quiet son as damaged once more. It was with his uncle’s support that he managed to make excuses and even attend summer camps. Public speaking became a way for him to face his anxiety and, with practice, he became unbelievably good at it, but not without anxiety.

With no support for college unless he legally agreed to major in microeconomics, Nathaniel finally left home to experience a slice of the real world. MIT was practically an entirely new planet for him and, despite being low key, there was really no surprise that people figured out who he was with the last name of a major American business. Just when he thought he was settling into a routine after a few years at MIT with a bartending job (much to his parents’ dismay), a co-captain position on the forensics team, and a close group of friends, he was kidnapped, tortured, and held for ransom.

After his rescue, Nathaniel would find the hardest part of the ordeal being the realization that no one knew he was missing for weeks. His job thought the rich kid had quit, though he never flaunted his money other than picking up the tabs shitty people cut out on. His friends thought he was sleeping with ‘that one girl’ that kept flirting with him at every party, though he swore there wasn’t anything there- just lending an ear to a heartbroken friend. His professors’ T.A.s were too overwhelmed to note his absences in the large classes. Then the forensics team thought his parents had finally pulled the plug on his participation because he’d divulged that they never really supported it when they didn’t attend any of the big competitions.

Through physical therapy his body healed from the torture, even though the scars remain. Concerned that therapy would look bad for the family they decided to allow him a service dog that was discretely trained and, after a hefty donation to the university and NDA paperwork, Sirius was allowed to follow him into his classes and any place around campus. Trying his best, the rest of his college experience was very much left in recluse. He took to reading and running to clear his head and avoid the reality that upon graduation he would be stepping into the CFO position of Delmore, Inc. Life seemed to be filled with dread outside of the travel the job would entail.

Managing to coerce his parents into agreeing to a masters, he delayed the inevitable a bit longer. Now, a decade later, he was settled into the monotony of corporate life and after Sirius passed and he took on a new service dog with the refusal to hide that part of his life any longer. It wasn’t lost on him that Samantha’s pep talk to do so likely stemmed from her own desire to climb the corporate ladder. The result was the same, his parents used him as the mouthpiece for the company’s charity work. They called the dog Cosimo, he called him Cosmo. They called him a survivor, he held his tongue that they’d treated him just as poorly. Through it all, he remains a dutiful, loyal, reserved; if not a bit more inclined to speak out against injustices than the average person. His decision to live in Roswell was out of a fib of convenience that he could fly out to west and east coast meetings best if in the central part of the U.S. So long as he plays his part and stays in line, they’re not going to complain.

[maxcameron]

(ross lynch, cis male, he/him) have you heard about MAXWELL CAMERON? they’re a 22 year old TEAM MEMBER in the ENTERTAINMENT team. i don’t know what their last job was, all i know is that they’re originally from MADISON, GEORGIA. carol in hr said that they’re kinda IMPULSIVE and OBSESSIVE but jessica in marketing insists that they are FUN-LOVING and GENEROUS. at the end of the day, no one is worthy of the instant hype here. i just hope they get to achieve their dream of being TEAM LEAD IN THE ENTERTAINMENT DEPARTMENT. According to the latest Vibez quiz, their Disney soulmate is PRINCE ERIC (Jem, she/her, 27, pst)

Hello everyone! I am v excited to be here. I’ve had this character for quite some time so I’m excited to get back at him again and throw him at all of you :) Let me go ahead and introduce this shithead.

Basic Information:

Name: Maxwell James Cameron Aliases: Max, Maxy (must be said explicitly like Goofy from A Goofy Movie. And I guess An Extremely Goofy Movie if you want to get real fresh), and uh... James Cameron I guess. Unintentional on my part, but here we are. Gender/Pronouns: He/Him Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual/Biromantic Age: 22 Birthdate: December 13, 1997 Occupation: Team Member for the Entertainment team at Vibez. 

Background: 

Max is an extrovert. He loves people and interacting with them, and has no issues about doing so. He gets bored quickly in other jobs, having had a series of food service jobs when he first moved out here. Originally from Madison, Georgia, Max had originally moved out here for a change in general. He never quite felt like he fit in there, and growing up he was much more reserved than he is now. He’d always been talkative and energetic, but unless it was around close friends or family, he started to become insecure about it due to negative comments. Especially after coming out as bisexual when he was in High School, he did experience a lot of feelings of not fitting in or people not understanding him. He started creating Vines when he was a teenager, and when that died later one (RIP Vine), he delved into making YouTube videos and TikToks. It’s where he kind of honed his confidence and found an identity for himself. He gained a small but steady following, and he discovered entertainment and making people laugh is what he liked to do.

He grew up with two parents who loved and supported him, and he is the oldest of five siblings altogether. Max has a twin sister, Emilia, but he’s three minutes older so frick off. The other siblings would be 18, 16, and 10. They grew up with little money, but they made it work, and the family grew tight knit because of it. Max has learned how to be frugal, so to speak, and still has difficulty spending his money even when he has extra money to spend. However, when he does have a little extra, he sends it home to his parents. Who promptly try to send it right back.

He found an interning position at Vibez open by chance, and has since worked his way up to Team Member in the Entertainment department. It’s a dream he didn’t realize he had until it was suddenly in front of his face, but Max loves his job and has dreams of one day being Team Lead. He wants to keep moving up from there, but he’s taking one step at a time and figuring himself out. He’s not going to know what he wants to do for the rest of his life overnight, and he’s okay with taking his time to figure it out.

Some mini-facts:

He is extremely active and is often seen fucking around outdoors on a skateboard or whatever equipment is available, or heading off somewhere to go hiking. He has a lot of energy and that’s the perfect way to exert it. Plus it’s just fun for him, so if your character is friends with him expect him to try to drag him off on some stupid adventure.

He’s very personable and loves parties and likes to show up whenever there is one. Just a simple brodude out here trying to live his life. He’s 22, let him live. 

He is definitely still making his YouTube videos and TikToks on the side, just because it’s a hobby at this point.

He can be very sweet and generous to people, but he also may be perceived as someone who doesn’t take things seriously or doesn’t care as much about important things because he almost seems too playful when you meet him. He can have a one track mind when it comes to things important to him, though, but people may not always see that side of him. 

Last but not least. The love of his life. He has a singular pet rat named Ratthew that he keeps in his apartment. The rat is going on 2 ½ years old, so he’s an old man rat at this point. When he originally adopted him, he had taken in a pair of them, but Ratthew had turned out to not play so nice with others. They would fight constantly, until it was realized he would just need to live on his own. He rehomed the second rat to someone with others that were actually friendly, and he kept the demon rat for himself. Max gives him plenty of attention and toys so he stays stimulated, though, so he lives a happy life. He also has a little french bulldog named Margaret who thinks she’s bigger than she is - typical. 

Possible Connections:

I have actually made a list of wanted connections here, but they are just basic ideas. I am open up to any ideas/plots/all the connections! If there’s something you’re dying to do, feel free to hop into my DMs. My discord can be found at Spammy Santino #9317. 

[ellynneversweet]

WIP, help an author out

Tumblr fam, I’ve got a scene coming up at the end of the next chapter in which Mr Bennet takes a long and unnecessary tangent into the grammatical tangle of how to talk about a single person who occupies two bodies of two different species and sexes (as it were), in languages which have grammatical genders -- namely french and latin. It’s mostly for the comedy value of dragging out Mrs Bennet and Kitty being wrong about something, but I’m tossing it up here in advance to make sure that I haven’t made any really obvious ‘hoo boy the author’s monolingual’ errors, so, if you spot any, please do help me out.

The scene in question concerns, basically, Mr Bennet and Elizabeth bitching about Mr Darcy, and contains spoilers for Darcy’s daemon and for the fact that he’s managed to upset everyone in general and Elizabeth in particular (surprise):

Mr Bennet turned to Elizabeth. ‘Lizzy? Come now, my dear — jubatus?’

‘Oh!’ said Elizabeth. ‘Yes, of course! Though the latin implies rather more of a mane than I noticed in her case, but perhaps that was the fault of the angle of observation. Or, perhaps, since we are speaking of a known individual, it is because we should more properly say she is jubata? Half the descriptions in that book begin with panthera, so it is terribly vexing to come across such a grammatical exception. He appears to be contrary in every possible way.’

‘That, I think, is for the use of jubatus as an adjective rather than a noun; but in any case it depends on whether we are speaking of the daemon alone, or the whole individual. Wild beasts male and female were generally held to belong to a single common gender by the romans, while those which were domesticated and thus bred were given separate grammatical genders — and I believe the Persians did occasionally tame such true animals as we are speaking of, Lydia, do get me that dictionary — so if seperate grammatical terms exist, as they do in this case, and we are speaking of the daemon alone, then we would use the feminine; but if one is speaking of the whole individual then the usual practice is to defer to the sex of the human concerned, both in the singular and the plural. Which is unusual, in that is it one of the few cases in which the latin is more complex than the french, as formally in that language the masculine plural always takes precedence when referring to the individual as a whole, for men and women alike, unless they are one of those cases where the sex of the daemon and human are the same, and feminine. But even then, the french usually prefer to refer only to the sex of the man or woman in question and thus include the daemon by inference, rather than elevating the daemon to the position of being a divisible part of the whole. Descartes’ philosophical insistence on regarding the human and the daemon as necessarily distinct from one another is hardly without detractors; and even he resorts to the use of diminuatives for clarification — ’

 ‘In that case,’ said Elizabeth, ‘I suppose guépard must do for our speech, considering the way in which he seems so entirely satisfied with his own company — one cannot much imagine from his behaviour that he could ever be so at odds with his own self-regard as to be inclined to  give up even a grammatical precedence. But, as I found him most unfair in his dealings, I am inclined to be perfectly unaccomplished on the matter and resort to plainly vulgar english, since our own tongue’s term seems rather more equal to my impression of him.’

[eeveeobrien-blog]

&&. word has it ( everlee o’brien ) was just spotted around the city. ( she ) is a ( 23 ) year old affiliated with ( the corsican mafia ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( liana liberato ). ( she ) has been said to be ( cunning and resourceful ) but also quite ( possessive and rebellious ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( server at sunny maria’s / art thief ).

01. the canvas

( everlee o’brien ) would describe ( herself ) as a ( summer ) person and would identify as a ( estp / neutral evil ). ( her ) birthday is ( october 29 ), making ( her ) star sign ( scorpio ) and ( her) animal sign the ( wolf ). ( her ) biggest pet peeve is ( people leaving ), and ( her ) theme song is ( i don’t exist by olivia o’brien ). finally, ( her ) primary goal is to ( find a family on her own ).

02. the collage

the only thing that everlee knew of her family was that they had given her a name. besides that, she had never known what truly happened of them. sure as a young child she hoped that it had been a mistake, that she had just ended up at the fire station because they lost her. the small dreamer of a girl would grow to understand that if her parents had truly wanted her that she would wake up in the same bed every morning with her own space instead of sharing it with other children whose parents had left them too.

being in the system from birth really gave her a different perspective on life. she had seen kids in and out, kids that had found homes right away, and kids that lost their parents way too young. she didn’t know if she should make friends considering she never really knew if she would see them one day and they’d be gone the next. everlee had led a fairly lonely life. it wasn’t that she didn’t want a home, because she did. in fact, it was the only thing she had ever wanted. but her life was not so easy.

the first foster home she had been in was not good by any sort of imagination, the family simply taking more and more kids to collect the checks they would get from the government and pay no attention to their basic needs. there were many nights where her and her fellow foster siblings would share a single saltine cracker because her foster parents had blown all of the money gambling or on booze. so she acted out, just to get out of that situation, even if it meant being back in the system. she would do anything to have more than just the scraps to eat and at least have a bed to sleep on again.

this pattern of bad fosters homes continued, and with it everlee’s attitude continued to worsen becoming an absolute burden on anyone who ever fostered her. there was one home in particular when she was around ten years old where the family was fostering seven kids, all of them were younger than everlee and she just couldn’t stand to sit idly by and let these kids starve. so she started stealing, it was only a few things here and there like packets of ramen to make for the kids to eat in the late hours of the night when she had snuck back into the house. but she was good at it. perhaps because no one suspected a ten year old to be stealing anything for that matter, but as she stole more things and bigger items, she discovered a sort of knack for it, never getting caught and becoming a robin hood of sorts for her foster siblings.

after a while she found herself back in the system until she had been adopted by another family. given her experiences, she was hesitant; however, this family was caring. they just wanted to give her a good home, a place to be. even when she acted up, they seemed like they loved her unconditionally. it was as if she could do nothing wrong in their eyes. that felt good. to feel like she was wanted for the first time in her life. it was all she had ever wanted, and she thought of how thankful she was every night when she had crawled into her bed with a room of her own.

just because she had the family didn’t mean that her urge for stealing things had faded away. In fact, it had only grown exponentially, switching from stealing food to stealing items for herself. things that she could physically possess. evie never got caught, she felt like she was unstoppable. each new item she got, she stashed them away hiding them from her foster family. everything all seemed to be going well, until it didn’t. she had been stupid one day, hesitant with her methods. there was something that told her to stop what she was doing, but she fought that instinct, nothing had ever happened to her so why would it now? she should have listened to her gut because she had gotten caught red handed with an abundance of the fancy jewelry she had snatched.

with a criminal record now, her foster family was devastated. there was something in the laws that prevented her from staying in the home, something that she hadn’t realized. when the social worker whisked her away from the only family that had ever shown her love, she realized the mistake she had made. that her insatiable need for taking things that didn’t belong to her had completely overcome her and blinded her from the fact that she already had everything she wanted. that singular event would send ripples through her already tumultuous life, driving her more into stealing and that life of crime she made for herself. if she thought it had been hard to be out of the system before, it had only been ten times harder with the criminal record now branded to her name. potential foster parents would meet her and go through the whole process until they found that blip on her record and would change their mind. taking care of a teenager who was into crime was just too much for most parents, even the ones that claimed they would do anything to have a child.

figuring she would only ever be looked at as something tarnished, she never had any interest in trying to find a family and her sixteenth birthday was coming up. she was in relatively good health, and the orphanage she had practically grown up in no longer thought she was a fit candidate to find a home to be placed in. before her birthday, she had stolen more things, none of which she would keep for herself. in fact, she quickly learned that stealing things of high importance was quite a lucrative business and soon enough she was able to save just enough money to find a place to live. of course it wasn’t the ideal circumstances, some old lady had simply agreed to let her live in her basement for a small fee every month, but she had a bed and a blanket and the old lady never asked questions as long as the rent was there on time.

she continued to steal various items, wallets, jewels, watches off of anyone that had been unsuspecting until one day she had caught a bit of a documentary on an infamous art thief who had made a ton of money off of their profits. curious, she began to look more into it trying to absorb as much information as she could to see if it was something she could do. it was all about confidence, about making it seem like you weren’t doing it. the best ones could do it in broad daylight with all of the security there, if they knew exactly what they were doing. if they had a plan and stuck to it, they could successfully pull it off. this had fascinated her, figuring that if she could do it and really pull it off she could make a lot of money for herself.

she started out with something small, something easy for her to take from the local museum. when she left without questions she could feel that spark of exhilaration rush through her veins, the spark that she had gotten away with it. it wasn’t hard finding someone to sell it to, in fact it had been quite easy and she turned quite a large profit for it. that was the start of a very lucrative hobby that would allow her to save and save so when she was eighteen she could go off to college and have a place for herself. if no family would provide it for her, then by god she would make something for herself.

not long after she had stolen a few more paintings and saved enough money for herself, she enrolled into the local school in hopes to pursue a degree in art history. she figured if she knew which pieces were more valuable, she could study more on how much she really should have been selling the paintings for. knowing their worth would be a great tool for business, especially because up until that point she had been lowballing the prices. it was in college where she had so happened to meet two of her best friends, tyler and soleil, ones that she claimed as her own family as they went through the four years together.

sometime during her second year of college, she happened to meet some of the associates soleil knew from the french mafia he had been with. that piqued her interest greatly, figuring that she would be able to work for someone with purpose and get paid generously to them. all she had to do was prove her loyalty and prove her skill. a group of people who encouraged her to steal and wanted her to stick around was the perfect concoction of circumstances that would appeal to evie for the rest of her life.

figuring she should probably start claiming this money somewhere, everlee decided to get a job, one where she could slowly claim her cash as her own instead of having just cash laying around. she found herself as a server at sunny maria’s, the perfect laundering opportunity for her to smudge how much she had made in tips there. it was there where she had met saria. the girls bonded immediately, and it was refreshing to have a sort of a girl friend who seemed like she would be sticking around for awhile. besides tyler and soleil, evie never had a friend where she could just be herself around. from coworkers, they began spending more time together, having late night wine nights together just talking about life. with the three of them by her side, she finally started to feel as if she had a family of her own.

for the next three years, she would find herself working for the corsican’s and at sunny maria’s living a life she never thought she could make for herself. when the head of the corsican finally came to america, she proved herself one last time for something that damien had asked her to do before she was officially involved with them. now she finds herself living quite a simple life, renting out an apartment with her best friend tyler, and spending the day shifts with saria, and occasionally stealing very important art pieces for the corsican’s. there is not a single thing she wants to change in her life, but she is holding onto so tight that her knuckles are white. she lives in a constant fear that one day, the life she had built for herself that she loved so dearly will be taken away from her. evie will do everything in her power to make sure that doesn’t happen, but she knows better than anyone that life could change at the drop of a hat and that nothing in her life is guaranteed.

03. the brushstrokes

FULL NAME: Everlee Adelaide O’Brien GENDER: female, she/her AGE: twenty-three DATE OF BIRTH: october 29, 1995 ETHNICITY: white NATIONALITY: american LANGUAGE: english, elementary french HEIGHT: 5’7 EYES: blue HAIR: blonde TATTOOS: i’m sure she has some EDUCATION: bachelors in art history OCCUPATION: server at sunny maria’s cafe / art thief for the corsican SEXUALITY: pansexual

WESTERN ZODIAC: scorpio – fearless, passionate // destructive, possessive EASTERN ZODIAC: pig – loyal, gentle // naive, short tempered CELTIC ANIMAL: wolf GEMSTONE: opal ELEMENTS: water POSITIVE TRAITS (+): cunning & resourceful NEGATIVE TRAITS (-): possessive & rebellious

[raphaelarider]

 Costa Serena Records Challenge || Raphi Lights

The Basics (answer all)

Given Name: Raphela Florence Lights

Aliases/Nicknames: Raphi

Age: 24

Occupation/Workplace: Owner of Wildflower Florist

Date of Birth: June 21st, 1995

Place of Birth: Mercer Island, Washington

Citizenship: American

Languages: English, Basic German

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Powers/Magic (if any): Healing/De-Aging Powers, activated by singing an incantation. 

Family & Childhood (choose three)

What was your character’s experience with discipline like growing up? Raphi’s grandmother was harsh and unforgiving. For minor infractions, Raphi may have been forced to skip a meal or two, after being berated by the woman for quite a while. She would often cut power to Raphi’s room as well, leaving her to fend for herself in the dark. 

What did your character dream of becoming as a child? Before she was taken from her parents, Raphi’s career interests included gardening, flying airplanes, being a reptile veterinarian, or a space scientist. As she got older and was forced to stay inside for so long, her goals slowly became singular: to be free.

Describe your character’s childhood home. The Tower, as Raphi calls it, was cold, dark, and dusty. A three story stone mansion at the western edge of southwestern end of Seattle, the Tower stood just a few blocks from the cool Pacific Ocean, though the young girl could only tell by the faint, distant crashing of waves she could hear in the otherwise silent night. It stood as a fortress, protecting Raphi from the gloomy city, but it felt more like a trap. She was only aloud in her room on the third floor. While expansive, it was almost always damp, the stone walls no insulation from the cool Seattle weather. Raphi had one window, which to this day she calls her saving grace. It was from that window that Raphi made her escape into the sunshine.

Personality (choose three)

What are three words your character would use to describe themselves? Resourceful, silly, passionate.

What is your character’s biggest flaw? Raphi trusts a bit too hard sometimes in the good of people, quickly making the judgement on pretty much everyone that they have no ulterior motives and that they want what’s best for her. 

What is your character’s biggest strength? Still, Raphi’s positivity can be her greatest strength. She has dealt with extremely horrible circumstances, but has risen above to become the light she never had as a child. She spin any bad situation to her benefit, and is eager to do the same for everyone she meets. 

Appearance/Physicality (choose four)

How many tattoos does your character have, and what are they? From head to toe, Raphi has 11 tattoos, though some are quite large with multiple intricate designs. On the back of her neck, below her hairline, she has the word “create” in her mother’s handwriting, saved from a note written to her in 2000. Her right arm sports a sleeve of flowers, complete with a large portrait of Pascal on her shoulder. As the sleeve progresses down her arm, the flowers turn into stars, an astronaut wanders through them just above her wrist. The other arm is bare in comparison, with only a couple small reminders on her forearm and a pair of hands making a pinky promise above her elbow, symbolizing her friendship with Ariel. Along her spine are the phases of the moon, and her collarbone sports a small bouquet. Along her ribs on her left side is the phrase ‘here comes the sun’ in script, and on the her right hip the words ‘I love you,’ which Flynn wrote and she tattooed over. Her upper right thigh holds a simple stick-and-poke of the word ‘art.’ Her left ankle has another couple of flowers. Finally, the side of her right foot has the outline of a sun, moon, and star, the sun filled in, which matches Ariel and Cornelia’s.

What is your character’s favorite outfit? Raphaela’s guide to style is ‘comfy cute.’ In the summertime, her favorite outfit is a pair of overalls and a baggy tee, her long hair in two braids tied back with a lavender headband. The wintertime has Raphi in chunky sweaters and ripped jeans, her lucky high top converse only on when it’s too cold for bare feet.

How does your character style their hair? Raphi is known for her signature long locks, which end just below her waist. She tends not to style them with heat, instead opting for the slight waves that naturally arise after a thorough washing. To keep it out of the way, the girl will usually have it up in a french braid, or double braids if she has time in the morning to do them.

Relationships (choose four)

How would your character describe their best friend? Raphi’s best friends are Ariel and Cornelia. The three do everything together, and are rarely seen without one another. Raphi describes Ariel as curious, headstrong, and carefree. She thinks Corny is poised, helpful, and a ton of fun. The girls have a lot in common, but it’s in their striking differences that each of their strengths shine and they really meld together. 

How would your character describe their romantic interest? Flynn and Raphi have been together for a long time, but she still can’t help but gush about him when she gets the chance. In a few words, Raphi might describe him as charming, protective, and understanding. She thinks he’s the funniest person she’s ever met, and is the best person she knows, even if he doesn’t always see it in himself.

Does your character enjoy being in big groups, or spending time with a few close friends? Raphi is an extrovert, and thinks that being in big groups is the best way to make new friends.However, she would pick her tight knit group of friends over a ton of strangers anyday.

What is the first thing your character notices when meeting someone for the first time? She usually takes note of a person’s smile, unless the reason she noticed them in the first place is because they had a sick tattoo.

Psychology (choose five)

What are your character’s core values? She holds kindness, optimism, and creativity above all else. Raphi is a strong advocate against violence, and works tirelessly to keep the peace wherever she goes.

What is the one thing your character wants more than anything in the world? Her biggest goal is to live a life full of love that would make her parents proud.

Does your character have any mental illnesses? Raphi started going to therapy a little over a year ago because Flynn was concerned about the nightmares she was having. Since then, she’s been working hard to overcome what she now knows is PTSD due to the death of her parents. Her therapist has also concluded that she has bipolar disorder, characterized by long stretches of manic periods and occasional depressive episodes. She has seen an overall improvement in her mental health since starting her counseling sessions, but does her best to hide her struggles with the rest of the world.

What has been your character’s biggest personal struggle? Her biggest struggle has been understanding that her the murder of her parents was not her fault.

What is your character the most proud of? Her proudest moment was breaking free of her grandmother’s hold. Everything after that is just icing on the cake.

Spiritual/Temperamental (choose at least two)

What is your character’s Hogwarts house? Ravenclaw

What is your character’s MBTI type? ENFP: The Campaigner personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike types in the Explorer Role group, Campaigners are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.

[rafaellacapulet]

My heart was always a war, bloodied beats asking for a respite, in the arms of a knifelike cold.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Rafaella Sibella Delfini Capulet PRONUNCIATION:  rah-fye-ai-lah see-meh-nah del-fi-na cap-yew-let MEANING:

Rafaella -- an Italian female name taken from the male name Rafael, meaning "god has healed". The name was given to a girl who was boy with a war cry on her lips and a fierce heart beating away. But all they could see was the healing touch she carried; how she repaired two broken hearts and made them fall in love all over again.

Ximena --  Ximena is an old Spanish and Portuguese female equivalent of the Hebrew biblical name Simon (which means ‘hearkener, listener’). It was the name of her mother’s best friend, a proud woman who was as clever as she was damnably honest. When Rafaella was a child she often times confused Ximena with her mother, for even then, she knew that they loved each other and loved each other well.

Delfini -- It was a name that carried weight, once. Before it was associated with a drug den and a fallen legacy, the name Delfini was synonomous with young money and rising success. But now it’s dead, long forgotten in the mix of opioids and Montague drugs. What once was a mansion is now a dilapidated building of broken things. Including her parents and their name.

Capulet -- Need more be said?

NICKNAME(S): Rosaline, Rafi, Raf, Ella PREFERRED NAME(S): Raf, Ella, Rafaella BIRTH DATE: August 7th, 1992 ZODIAC: Leo, the Lion GENDER: Cisfemale PRONOUNS: She/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. NATIONALITY: Italian ETHNICITY: Black (African), White (German) CURRENT LOCATION: Verona, Italy TITLE(S): Consigliere

background

HOMETOWN: Verona, Italy. SOCIAL CLASS: Upper Class. EDUCATION LEVEL: Received her Laurea (Bachelor’s) in Business and Art History at the University of Milan. She graduated a year earlier than traditional, receiving her degree in 2 years instead of 3.  FATHER: Giovanni Delfini (biological), Vincenzo Capulet ( neé Russo) (adopted) MOTHER: Marta Delfini (biological), Elena Capulet (adopted) SIBLING(S): None. PET(S): None (yet). OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: Juliana Capulet (cousin), Tiberius Capulet (cousin) PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Alexander Rallis (ex-best friend), Bellamy Santo Domingo (ex-best friend), Odessa Vernon (ex-best friend), Matthias Warren (former pseudo-brother), Lawrence Vernon (former friend) ARRESTS?: None. PRISON TIME?: None.

occupation & income

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Consigliere -- it is not unsurprising that this is the occupation that affords her the best income. The hours she works for this job are far beyond the traditional “full-time” arrangement and the overtimes demands far more taxing. But the numbers in her bank mollify her slightly. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Art Curator of the Twelfth Night Museum -- she specializes in Medieval and Renaissance art, but her eye for Surrealism is unparalleled. When she applied for the job it was under an alias so that she wouldn’t be favored due to the Capulet name. But she takes full advantage of it when acquiring new pieces for exhibits and galleries.  TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: Tutor -- in the free time she has, Rafaella tries to tutor those in the lower income areas of Verona. Many of her students are within the Lower Secondary Education range, which allows her to exercise her knowledge of writing and history, but she doesn’t charge. The parents who can afford to typically offer her 20 or so euros and food. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Very much so. PAST JOB(S): Museum Volunteer, Museum Intern, Art Instructor, History Teacher SPENDING HABITS: Average. Rafaella primarily spends the amount expected of a middle-class child, but every so often she treats herself in the manner an upper-class child would. She favors the feel of vintage clothes and items, but will indulge herself with a Dolce and Gabbana perfume or a Versace bag. After going without the bare necessities, she has learned to appreciate what she has and take care of it, which means that the more expensive wares she buys tend to be long-lasting -- therefore, allowing her to resist the urge to splurge. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Her rose blade ring given to her by Tiberius, a stamp bearing the Delfini crest, a picture of the three Capulet cousins, and a hair clip given to her by Alexander Rallis. 

skills & abilities

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Moderate to strong. For the most part, Rafaella has the average strength of a woman who lifts four times a week. But when she’s angered or has an adrenaline rush, she’s quite strong. OFFENSE: Whenever in a violent situation, her first instinct is to reach for a knife and a gun. That is to say, she is a vocal proponent of the belief that offense is the best defense. Her hand-to-hand combat is strong, but it is primiarly because she loves blood and seeing it run red -- whether it be her own or her opponent’s. DEFENSE: As previously stated, she doesn’t quite believe in it. Which is to say, it can be rather week.  SPEED: Below Average. While Rafaella enjoys running and things that challenge her speed-skill, she isn’t the fastest, believing that strength, above all, should be a priority. That, and the length of her limbs somewhat inhibits the speed of her coordination, making her somewhat slow.  INTELLIGENCE: It is known that Rafaella is a sharp woman, being as cunning and observant as she is. The fact that she has had to apply critical thinking earlier than expected in her life has only aided that. However, what has inhibited her intelligence is her inability to empathize strongly with the plight of others and her rather singular-minded way of thinking. Rather than adapting her thoughts and opinions to change with new information, she tries to fit concepts and ideas into her own plans. ACCURACY: Above average. AGILITY: Average. STAMINA: Average. TEAMWORK: Rafaella is a strong delegator and a lead-by-example type. However, she prefers to work independently from others, within the sphere of her own authority. While she does enjoy collaborative sessions, she appreciates the role of overseer more.  TALENTS: Lying, manipulating, plotting, creating, acting, designing, advising, diplomacy, networking, photographing, show-jumping, tying cherry stems with her tongue, cooking, drinking, persevering, organizing, promoting, philanthropy, business communication SHORTCOMINGS: Communicating (interpersonally), listening, empathizing, singing, trusting, unable to practice temperance, indulging, overachieving, conning, nosey, paranoid, prideful, insensitive, ambitious, selfish, conniving, conflicted, bossy, domineering, machiavellan, duplicitous, over-protective, condescending, volatile LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: Italian, Russian (learning), English, French, (learning), Spanish (learning) DRIVE?: Yes. JUMP-STAR A CAR?: Yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes. RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes. SWIM?: Yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: No. PLAY CHESS?: Yes. BRAID HAIR?: Yes. TIE A TIE?: No. PICK A LOCK?: No (learning) (she typically just smashes or shoots them).

physical appearance & characteristics

FACE CLAIM: Jasmine Sanders. EYE COLOR: Blue. HAIR COLOR: Blonde. HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Curly. In professional settings, she typically has it tied back. In casual settings, she has it loose. When she is working after hours, it is often in a rather volumptuous top knot.  GLASSES/CONTACTS?: No. DOMINANT HAND: Left. HEIGHT: 5′7 WEIGHT: 135 BUILD: Slim. EXERCISE HABITS: Rafaella has a personal trainer and rotates between aerobics, lifting, swimming, and running. Usually when she does aerobics, she finishes with swimming. When she does lifting, she begins with running. This is not counting her sparring sessions that occur three times a week.  SKIN TONE: Type III. She’s light brown/golden and has only sunburned oncfe in her life.  TATTOOS: Three. One on her wrist of a cross that looks like a dagger. Another of laurels encircling the lower half of her hips. Another of a sun eclipsing the moon in a classical style on her left side beneath her breast. PEIRCINGS: She has four. Two lobe piercings and two orbitals. Three are on her feft ear, one on her right. But she often times wears an earring cuff on her right ear.  MARKS/SCARS: It depends on when you encounter her. While Rafaella gets into many fights, she tries not to scar. If you encounter her on a particularly bad day, she’s likely to have some cuts and bruises. Although she has three freckles beneath her left breast, and two birthmarks -- one below her ear and the other on her lower back. NOTABLE FEATURES: Her eyes and hair. USUAL EXPRESSION: Slightly pursed lips and a furrowed brow. It isn’t quite resting bitch face, but there is a lot of judgement in this expression.  CLOTHING STYLE: Primarily business casual. However, she stylizes her outfits with accesories that highlight her status and her own unique sense of style. When it comes to the weekend, though, she typically wears skirts, heels, and blouses that are pink and white more often than not.  JEWELRY: Rings, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, anklets, barrettes. She loves them all, intermingling silver and gold. For the most part, she favors simplistic designs, but makes up for the plainness by wearing them in abundance.  ALLERGIES: Bees.  DIET: She maintains a primarily vegetarian diet, but will occasionally indulge in chicken or pork once or twice a week. Red meat has never sat well with her, so she has lived without. And, while she does enjoy fish, she simply doesn’t eat it that often. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None.

psychology

JUNG TYPE: INTJ (The Architect). ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 3 -- the Achieve. MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral. TEMPERAMENT: Choleric. ELEMENT: Iron. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Rafaella keeps her emotions in neat little compartments and is often times able to dissasociate herself from them. However, when unable to do so, she becomes quiet voltile and fractured.  OBSESSION(S): Control and protection. She has a need to constantly have a hand in whatever developments there are ongoing. The control is necessary for her to protect those closest to her heart: i.e. Juliana and Tiberius.  COMPULSION(S): Using touch as a means of domineering and controlling the flow of conversation whenever communicating interpersonally. Having her nails done. Keeping her gun and knife clean.   PHOBIA(S): None. ADDICTION(S): None.  DRUG USE: Rarely. ALCOHOL USE: Consistent.  PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Yes.

mannerisms

SPEECH STYLE: She speaks in a formal, confident manner -- her words are assured and firm, being as deliberately structured as they are, and a little drawn out. It’s in the overtly literate way of someone with a luxurious education and too much tutelage. Her voice is rather low and slightly raspy, which makes her sound a little like an old-money child. She isn’t. QUIRKS: She asks more questions than most people, both aloud and mentally. Before heading out her door, she adjusts every piece of jewelry on her person, even if they’re perfect. Whenever she passes by a church, she blesses herself.  HOBBIES: Reading, taking photos, sketching with charcoal (strictly), collecting flowers and arranging bouquets, and researching historical figures (primarily artists and old movie stars). NERVOUS TICKS: Playing with her hair/clothes, pursing her lips, adjusting her clothes. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Success, protection for her loved ones, and intellectual self-satisfaction. FEARS: Losing. Losing her loved ones. POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious, Cunning, Charming, Inventive, Daring, Observant. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Judgemental, Insensitive, Ruthless, Wicked, Violent, Machiavellan.  SENSE OF HUMOR: Dark and dry. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: No. She has nothing against it, it merely feels wrong on her tongue.

favorites

ACTIVITY: Touring museums. ANIMAL: Lions. BEVERAGE: Bellinis.  BOOK: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. COLOR: Pastel variations of pink. DESIGNER: Dolce and Gabbana. FOOD: Tagliatella pasta with truffle.  FLOWER: Peonies.  GEM: Morganite.  HOLIDAY: All Saints’ Day. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Train. MOVIE: To Have And Have Not. QUOTE/SAYING: “ …the war goes on—an ache in the bones, an ache in the gut, an ache in the heart.” -  Susan Sonta.  SCENERY: Mountains in the summer during Sunset. SCENT: L’Atelier de Givenchy Néroli Originel.  SPORT: Equestrian sports -- dressage and show jumping. WEATHER: Cloudy days with intermittent sun and a slight breeze.  VACATION DESTINATION: Barcelona, Spain. 

attitudes

GREATEST DREAM: Traveling the world, knowing the Capulets, and Verona are safe and flourishing.  GREATEST FEAR: Watching Tiberius and Juliana die in front of her, unable to do anything.  MOST AT EASE WHEN: Wandering through a museum, uninhibited by any pressing matters or time constraints.  LEAST AT EASE WHEN: Vocalizing emotions in a nonprofessional/nonbusiness setting.  WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: Being cast out by the Capulets. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Gaining the role of Advisor through her own efforts and earning her way into the role. It was simultaneously her worst experience because she had to spill so much blood to get there. But, still.  BIGGEST REGRET: Not running away earlier.  MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Admitting to herself that she’s a turncoat.  BIGGEST SECRET: If given the chance she would murder her parents. Brutally.  TOP PRIORITIES:  Currently, there are three overarching priorities she has in mind and is working towards -- ensuring the success of the Capulets, expanding their networking and business contacts, maintaining the safety and well-being of lower-income Veronans. 

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Al-Gebra and Illuminati Links Discovered

We are living in the earth which is uncovered to constant terror. A new few days ago a good individual was arrested with JFK Airport. The trip he disembarked from has been AL-LIE 2006 from often the Far-Far East. When looked at within the custom counter, the migrants officials noticed the uncommon excitement of a single of the individuals. After a painstaking search, often the suspicion was confirmed. The, who pretended to become a college or university basic-sciences lecturer, was in possession of suspicious and dangerous goods. Often the customs official documented that will he or she was in possession of an eraser, a leader, a protractor, vernier callipers, a bottle of milk and a peculiar, coded publication of non Anglo-Saxon origin on units and even codes: "The 2006 Edition rapid SI Units, Alteration and Measurement Skills". Often the keywords and phrases: "conversion of units", "experimental science", "si measurement", "English to metric", "fun tests", "uncertainty", "power-of-ten", plus "the da Vinci code" sounded also very dubious... Obviously, the person contravened often the recently charged flight laws. Immediately having been whisked away to an undisclosed Middle European interrogation camp. Thanks to just lately approved interrogative methods, the representatives instantly learned that the guy had been a good member connected with the popular Al-Gebra movement. He was incurred having carrying weapons connected with figures instructions. It had been found that Al-Gebra can be a area of a fearsome, extremist medical cult whose intention is to constantly enhance expertise of numbers together with the singular intention involving conquering the earth. illuminati website make use of secret names just like "X" and "Y" and even relate to themselves because "Unknowns". What menaces the earth can be that in distinct nations around the world, "Unknowns" change the labels of these models to: frames per second, real, cgs, mks, KGB, si, ichi-foot, metric, tuzin-kopa and even various other strange denominations which make them difficult to be able to adhere to. Nonetheless it provides been recently determined which they find yourself to a common denominator of illuminati with values in every country in the earth from period immemorial... Commenting in the function, President Bush given the assurance typically the American public of which no more foreign units (even French) would be permitted to enter the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. The inhabitants were informed not to help to make any contact using them. The effect of immediate vote showed of which 90% associated with population reacted positively to be able to the appeal. In the defence, the individual mumbled that they had been framed by simply his own daughter who also had rooted a bottle of wine of milk products in his or her luggage as an reflection of her love. He / she admitted that he got flown in from the particular Far-Far East in order to assist American research teachers. This individual confessed of which in spite of typically the recent Nobel prizes, he was very concerned about typically the quality of USA scientific disciplines books. He was also concerned that will, according to "Trumpet" magazine, the percentage regarding American students planning to be able to go after engineering degrees got decreased from 36% for you to 6% over the keep going decade. The final hay that prompted him to be able to board the plane was initially a record from their beloved The oprah show, who talked about on leading time TELEVISION that high school graduation learners within the USA had are available 24th in international arithmetic tests. He denied the fact that book he was transporting was a new set involving instructions but rather a good unique reserve on trial and error science. He or she stated of which the book seemed to be associated with a stimulating and interesting nature and just what North american college students needed. He preserved that Amazon possessed currently been recently selling this publication for some time at a excessive cost, far further than the get to of the average American student and without the particular author's choice. (This outrageous message was passed to help IIPCAG for investigaton). His or her purpose was to find an truthful United states manager and to sell the book for the selling price ten times lower. After that he started out a odd chant: "u - u-k and u rapid u-s-a, don't - para - lay, metri - suspenso! " The authorities emerged to the conclusion that will although the terrorist experienced been deprived of the law firm and a health practitioner, he should rather become admitted regarding psychiatric statement...

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Get to know me tag!

I was tagged by @bluemoonamjoon and @penicillinjimin to this thank y’all so much for tagging me!

Name: Taylor

Nicknames: Tay, TayTay, pumpkin, tator, tator tot, tator bug and many more!

Gender: Female (she/her)

Zodiac: cancer ♋️ (June 22nd)

Height: 5’3 maybe?

Time: 7:02 pm

Favorite Musicians: BTS, Stray Kids, Twice, Luke Combs, Shania Twain, One Direction, 5SOS, Green Day, All Time Low

Song Stuck In My Head: I’m fine by BTS

Last Thing I Googled: fye.com lol

Last Movie I Saw: oh geez I think it was To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

Last Song I Listened To: Fake Love by BTS

Other Blogs: Yeah I have my main blog that I’ve had for like 7 years but I don’t use it much anymore

Do I Get Asks? Sometimes but y’all should talk to me more!

Why Did I Choose My Username: Hufflepuff is my hogwarts house and Hoseok is my bias atm so yeah lol

Following: 178

Amount of Sleep I Get: Honestly it depends on what time I have to wake up for work so anywhere between 6-8 hours I suppose

Lucky Numbers: I don’t really know tbh

What I’m Wearing: fuzzy gray pj pants that have penguins on them and my grey bt21 hoodie

Dream Job: anything that has to do with traveling

Dream Trips: England, Ireland, South Korea, and Australia

Favorite Foods: Pasta, Chicken, Pizza, and anything with cheese

Instruments: does the recorder count? Lol

Favorite Songs: (They change by the day/hour lol so here’s what they are now)

1. Running on empty by Isaac Gracie

2. Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson

3. Magic shop by BTS

4. Get cool by stray kids

5. Yes or yes by Twice

Relationship Status: Single Pringle

Favorite colors? Purple and black

Three Books: I haven’t read anything since July! But here are my 3 favorites.

1. The Harry Potter series

2. Carry One by rainbow Rowell

3. The summer I turned pretty series by Jeremy Han

Three T.V. Shows: I don’t really watch tv anymore but my favorites are greys anatomy, stranger things, criminal minds, and queer eye

Book I’m Reading Now: nothing at the moment

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep In: 1 during the summer, 3 during the winter

Anything I Want: I just want to travel and meet all of my online friends tbh!

I tag: @emerson-moonchild @okayycalum @hwanginthere @promisenight @galactichxpe and whoever else that wants to do this!

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FILE 001 :// THE FLASH

BASICS.

GIVEN / BIRTH NAME : Bartholomew Henry Allen NICKNAME / PREFERRED NAME : Barry ALIAS(ES) : The Flash, The Fastest Man Alive, The Scarlet Speedster BIRTHDATE / AGE : March 14th, 1985 // 33 years old PLACE OF BIRTH : Fallville, Iowa CURRENT LOCATION : Central City, KS GENDER IDENTITY : Cis-Male, He/Him SEXUAL / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Bisexual/Biromantic  ETHNICITY / RACE / CULTURAL HERITAGE:  Caucasian/Orthodox Jewish  MARITAL STATUS : Single OCCUPATION : Forensic scientist for the Central City Police department, specializing in forensic chemistry.  RELIGIOUS BELIEFS : Agnostic

CHARACTERISTICS.

HEIGHT : 6″3 WEIGHT : 180 BODY TYPE / BUILD : Mesomorph/Long and lean EYE COLOR : Blue HAIR COLOR / TEXTURE : Blonde, with a gentle wave through it when he actually bothers styling it.  RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES / SCARS : Barry lacks the scars that would typically identify him as a hero, because his advanced physiology allows him to heal quickly. He has a few from just being a kid--particularly on his knees because he was really tall and didn’t learn how to control his limbs well until he was in his late teens. He used to have a scar on his arm from the night of his mother’s murder, but it’s since faded.  SPEECH PATTERNS / ACCENT : Barry doesn’t really have much of an accent or particular speech patterns, having lived in Central City his entire life. He will start to speak faster than people can comprehend if he isn’t careful--which was a real problem when he first became The Flash.  LANGUAGES SPOKEN : His first language is English, but he can speak a lot of languages conversationally--if he’s particularly bored he’ll speed read and work on learning a different language. So far he’s best at Hebrew, French, and Spanish.  POWERS / SKILLS / ABILITIES : The nickname of The Fastest Man Alive is well earned, as Barry is potentially one of the fastest beings in the whole of the universe. He has superhuman reflexes due to his speed, which allow him to react to events in a seconds and fractions of seconds, as well enhanced mental processes which allow him to process information at an accelerated rate as well. He has an enhanced metabolism, which allows his body to heal at abnormal speeds. Barry is also able to generate electricity, and phase through objects by vibrating his molecules.  OVERALL HEALTH : Barry is in excellent physical health thanks to his enhanced metabolism allowing him to heal quickly, and the constant exertion of running at high speeds. He suffers from anxiety due to the speed at which he processes information and runs through possible outcomes, and this causes him to suffer from chronic insomnia. He also suffers from PTSD from the murder of his mother when he was a child. 

RELATIONSHIPS.

ORDER OF BIRTH : Only child NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : Zero FATHER’S STATUS + RELATIONSHIP : Henry Allen // Alive and incarcerated in Central City Penitentiary. Barry has always maintained his father’s innocence, and the relationship between them is good despite the complications of physical distance and the years that Henry has missed in his son’s life. Their relationship is also complicated by the fact that Joe West is the man that fulfilled all of the duties of a father in Barry’s life, something which frustrates Henry and makes Barry feel like his loyalties are being pulled in two different directions. Any relationship they do have is with a pane of glass between them. MOTHER’S STATUS + RELATIONSHIP : Nora Allen// Murdered by a mysterious figure in yellow. Barry was very close with his mother growing up--she was more present in his life than his father, who worked as a doctor. She is the person who instilled in him the values that he abides by as an adult, always emphasizing that it was more important to be a kind and open individual than to be physically strong or the most intelligent person in the room. Her death is the singular axis point in Barry’s life, and her absence has always been felt keenly by her son.  SIBLING STATUS + RELATIONSHIP : Not Applicable LOYALTY / AFFILIATION : JLA, Flash Family

PERSONALITY.

MBTI : INTP / The Logician  HOBBIES : Laying on his couch and watching terrible history channel documentaries, falling asleep listening to podcasts, purposely reading at a slow pace so that he keeps the information, cooking (elaborate meals that are for more than just survival), running for his own enjoyment, he also loves trying his hand at solving famous unsolved cases.  BAD HABITS : Pacing with no awareness for the space at large, talking too quickly for people to understand, falling asleep in public spaces.  THREE POSITIVE TRAITS : Kind, Intelligent, Loyal THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS : Anxious, Self-Destructive, Forgetful  MORAL ALIGNMENT : Lawful Good 

ASSOCIATIONS.

ONE SONG : Stray Light at Cloud’s Hill // Shearwater  ONE QUOTE / PIECE OF ART : “you’re on the phone with your mother again,   but in this dream, you are                                   screaming                    endlessly                                               endlessly                       endlessly. no words careen          out of your broken mouth                       just guttural,                                   wounded sound.                                               you are           ceaseless, you give                                                           no room for her to respond, but in this dream,           she doesn’t feel the need to.                                                                         in this dream,                                                                                  she understands.”--Wanda Deglane

ONE FEAR : Barry’s biggest fear is that his entire life is based on something he misremembered, or that wasn’t real--every decision that he made was based on seeing the man in yellow murder his mother, but he is the only one who actually saw that event take place. He was only a kid, what if his brain somehow created some kind of boogeyman, or what if it was really his father and his mind distorted it? So far he has no proof, only his absolute faith that there was a third party present that night, who possessed the same abilities that Barry now has.  ONE STRENGTH : Barry is incredibly giving--if you ever need a couch to sleep on or haven’t eaten a warm meal in days, he’s got both ready and he’s already at your front door with them. He sees so much cruelty in the world thanks to his day job and his nights as the Flash, and he wants to be a force for good--it also helps distract him from his own issues.  ONE OBJECT : Gold ring with a lightning bolt insignia  ONE PLACE : The couch at Joe West’s home in Central City.  ONE FOOD : Chocolate chip cookie dough PopTarts  ONE SCENT : Burnt rubber  ONE LUCKY CHARM : A small tattoo of an Iris on his ribs, before an advanced healing factor made tattoos impossible.