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vhstown · 1 year ago

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pavitr prabhakar ★ general headcanons

content/warnings: implied/mentions of death (his parents+uncle), mentions of bullying, gayatri x pavitr, written by a coconut who is not indian PLS CORRECT ME!!

a/n: the sunny boy himself... (ugly crying) I LOVE HIM. loosely based off of the scraps of canon that i could find. maybe a little projection... (i am desi) atsv version pavitr! written at midnight and not very edited 💀

For some background, Pavitr was born in Southern India (likely Tamil Nadu or Kerala) so one of his first languages was Tamil! A village / small town boy at heart.

After his parents passed at a young age he moved to Mumbattan with his Aunt Maya and Uncle Bihm (of course) and it is very very different!!!

Obviously Pavitr has to learn Hindi and Marathi properly in order to fit in AND English my boy has to be multi-lingual from the start...

Even from early on Pavitr was bullied because he didn't fit in with the city kids. Gets called pagal Prabhakar (crazy Prabhakar — a bit like puny Parker?) and a slew of other names because of his accent, how he mixes up the languages, and the fact that he lives with his aunt and uncle rather than his parents.

Eventually by the time he's in his early teens he "assimilates" in terms of the language and culture but he's a scrawny kid so he still gets bullied... kids are ruthless bro don't you got the JEE to study for 💀

God forbid if anyone found out about his emo phase at that time... Pavitr's just getting onto social media and when he sees the emo subculture he just takes it and runs. (He stops out of embarassment when his Aunt Maya finds out why he's stealing her kajal... There are photos out there somewhere.)

Also meets Gayatri during his lil emo phase. Definitely a chill popular girl and definitely sticks up for him (it's giving Indian Forest Gump... does anyone know about that adaptation 😭)

He's a bit hesitant about Gayatri at first since the popular kids kind of dogpile on him all the time but eventually they become a little duo and he crushes HARD

Enter hopeless romantic Pavitr he is the embodiment of the song "Love Spell" by Param Pannu (Spotify link it's a BOP)

Plus you know he's in love when he admits he had an emo phase to you... in the middle of his emo phase. (Gayatri has all those pictures saved by the way.)

Then comes Mumbattan Visions Academy!! (according to the wiki that's where he goes.)

Of course we know that Pavitr is quite naturally smart so the entrance exam is no problem (RAFFLE BOY like Miles 😊😊😊)

But he is so super concerned about getting in with Gayatri so a few weeks before the exams they're studying together (doing anything but study)

My girl Gayatri is trying to help him out and he has no idea what she's saying and she's so smart and literally knows twice the amount of info you need to know so my boy Pavitr is sweating BULLETS the day before (exam is so easy he thinks he's sitting the wrong one LMAO)

Pavitr does NOT want to stay at the dorms he'll defo miss his auntie and uncle too much (and his auntie's cooking) but he begrudgingly goes anyway...

Enter NADEESH (his universe's Ned counterpart I totally just made up...)

They're roomies and Nadeesh is from Bengal and they actually bond quite easily considering they're not from Mumbattan he's a STEM boy and has a love/hate relationship with it (super smart though maybe just not at school... gadget stuff 😱)

Pavitr doesn't know a LICK of Bangla but Nadeesh teaches him some perhaps to rizz up Gayatri... (they're all vulgar or swear words or words Pavitr picked up from hearing Nadeesh's mum speak on the phone 💀)

SPEAKING OF GAYATRI yeah she's slaying school and also has a lil modelling thing going on too. STEM girlie and fashion girlie and knows multiple languages (her father knows a couple considering he's an officer)

Pavitr is a hopeless romantic but he's just hopeless when he asks her out in Bangla trying to be cool and doesn't realise he called her a whore... (he's so going to kill Nadeesh.)

She finds it HILARIOUS though and they start dating and everyone lived happily ever after and NO ANCIENT YOGI TIME MY BOY IS SPIDER-MAN NOW 🤯🤯🤯🤯

I think Pavitr's initial approach to being Spider-Man is very... impractical. Given he's just gotten his powers and gotten his naturally buff abilities and always amazing hair (yes that is part of his powers) (yes he asked the yogi for it), he's very spontaneous and disorganised. He probably has the stupidest most impractical suit and sweats like HELL in it (kind of like the one in the comics?) My boy's grades kind of take a hit and so does his little freshman year relationship with Gayatri.

My guy Nadeesh is chill though he knows instantly like Pavitr isn't subtle about it... (they're both night owls and Nadeesh is like cramming asf and Pavitr swings in without thinking and he's just like... "okay dude I have a physics exam tomorrow idgaf 😭 wait but that so cool though can I help—")

Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a— Okay his Uncle Bihm dies. You know how it goes.

Gayatri breaks up with him (it's exam season and she wants to "take a break".) His uncle is dead. He's flunking school (for real this time) Emo phase 2? Maybe not...

Pavitr ends up spending a lot more time with Maya and while he's a little irrationally spiteful he learns the importance of taking care of the little family he has left. Pavitr doesn't have the privilege of that multi-generational village household he had back when he was young, or parents like the rest of his classmates. It's just him and his aunt in that little apartment, a speck in the whole of Mumbattan, the place he has to protect and call home now.

Okay that got sad real fast but HE CHERISHES HIS AUNT hence why he always makes time to have chai with her, no matter how busy he is or how emo he's feeling.

His uncle Bihm had a couple traditional pieces of clothing and Maya makes him try them on. He feels a bit silly especially since he's gotten used to pushing away his culture and mainly speaking English at his new school but then his aunt starts tearing up and he starts tearing up and "you look just like your chacha" and UGH

After a while Pavitr gets himself together and decides to design himself a new suit. He takes inspiration from a couple of his uncle's fancier pieces and also Gayatri's first advert feature (my girl is going places!!!) so his outfit has a lot of meaning to him.

We gotta go BACK for the yo-yo though y'all. I'm so certain that Gayatri had a yo-yo when they were younger and he learnt it just to impress her... SO HE HAS A YO-YO AS PART OF HIS GEAR 😱😱😱

Of course these little signs add up and Gayatri is like half-sure he's Spider-Man (but not entirely cause when she's saved in the film she's a bit taken aback when he hugs her... my girl is smart but you always got a lil uncertainty!!! Maybe she figures it out after that though...)

Obviously he flunked those exams considering he was NOT studying while he was grieving and when Gayatri checks up on him he's of course not doing the greatest despite his little comeback. However...

"I can help you review if you want?" she asks him. Pavitr's smile comes back that day.

But my boy STILL CANNOT CATCH A BREAK because Gayatri's father gets promoted to Police Captain and is suddenly very protective of his daughter

There's a lot of awkward moments where Pavitr has to play off his association with Gayatri (puts the hopeless in hopeless romantic yet again.) No, she never told him they were dating before (and those pictures are in a SAFE trust) though they're not exactly dating now.

Gayatri is pretty indifferent about it all, to be fair. She doesn't exactly care if her father finds out (and hopefully she can tell him soon) but she also doesn't want her dad to be disappointed in her considering she looks up to him a lot.

A BIT OF GAYATRI HEADCANON but I feel like she's very academically gifted but doesn't exactly want to go into STEM? Fashion is her thing and she eventually might want to go into acting (like this girl in her classes called Meera Jain... OUUU rivalry but not really they're besties I fear)

Gayatri definitely gossips and gushes to Meera Jain about Pavitr like how he gossips and gushes to Nadeesh. They both give the other contrasting advice (they're still not together... SITUATIONSHIP 💀💀💀)

It's not as bad as when Pavitr called Gayatri a whore by accident but getting together again is definitely awkward when they go to get lassi at that very overpriced store that opened up that Pavitr most definitely cannot afford (smiles and fights to pay while a part of him dies inside)

Though their relationship is stronger this time! Pavitr does still have his secret as Spider-Man, but things are looking up! Especially when he finds out that he's not the only Spider-Man (ENTER ATSV CANON STORYLINE 😱😱😱)

Endless high school antics I love this dude and his lil friends

That's it for now I think THANK YOU FOR READING!! I so wish there was more content on him but I had to take matters into my own hands...

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y'all better stop sleeping on pavitr now... HES SO AHHHH I LOVE HIM YOU DONF UNDERSTAND HES THE DUDE EVER

don't talk about my other wips. or why im uploading this at midnight.

ALSO if you are desi (particularly indian) please correct me OR FEEL FREE TO ADD ON i am so whitewashed and my boy needs to be done justice

reblogs so super appreciated! if you wanna read the rest of my atsv stuff click here :p

#pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #pavitr x gayatri #spiderman india #pavitr prabhakar headcanons #pavitr my beloved #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv headcanons #vhstown

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 1 year ago

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we discussed why Ridley Scott's film is unlikely to be the way we would like it to be

so I have a question: what films/series about Napoleon more or less correctly represent real history? or just good in your opinion

oh man, I'm a bit of a picky person when it comes to Napoleonic films/series, but not in a logically consistent manner so people get a little confused sometimes. Which is fair.

I'll give you two rec's:

My favourite Napoleon movie is Monsieur N. I think what makes it work is that it's a historical AU, basically, and fills all my favourite tropes. Premise is that Napoleon, through a weird magic (?) thing, switches fates with his valet/spy Cipriani and manages to escape St. Helena.

As one can guess, it's only loosely, loosely based in history. The ages of some people are altered (Betsy Balcombe is aged up significantly so she can be an appropriate love interest for Napoleon; Barry O'Meara is in his late thirties/early forties for no apparent reason etc.). I feel like Albine got shafted in being cast as a bit of the Conniving Courtesan. Montholon is positioned as a poisoner, even though by the time the film was made that theory/story had been pretty heavily debunked. They omit Napoleon's crap treatment of Fanny Bertrand after she rebuffed his advances. Napoleon's still played too seriously - but that's a fault in literally almost every production ever.

That said, I love Bertrand in this. Gourgaud makes a rogue appearance and is suitably chaotic. I like Sir Hudson Lowe as well - I feel that Richard Grant was cast perfectly. The visuals are beautiful. It's just gorgeously filmed (I love the first confrontation/meet scene between Napoleon and Lowe - the playing with light, the choice of clothes, the switching through languages etc. it's masterful).

The historical inaccuracy aside, I actually liked the relationship between Napoleon and Betsy. I'm just like "clearly it's another Betsy Balcombe. Funny that two people have the same name on this small island!"

(Obviously, in reality, she was a literal child when she knew Napoleon. He was an uncle/older brother figure to her and she was clearly a surrogate daughter/niece to him. They pranked each other and teamed up to prank Lowe on the regular alongside playing silly games and mucking about.)

I love that it's a multi-lingual production so you have English, French and Corsican being spoken, as appropriate for the characters/people. The sound track is fitting. It's appropriately atmospheric.

So yeah, I am very fond of the film. But it's just a fun, stupid romp.

You can't go in expecting a Real Historical And/Or Accurate Account of Napoleon on St. Helena. Thankfully, the film never positions itself as such a thing. It's very clearly a What If + Fanfiction. I recommend going in and treating it like a slightly more serious Knight's Tale in its approach to history (vibes & essence over facts). If you do that, you'll have a blast. If you go in looking for Historical Napoleon or whatever, you'll hate it.

I also may or may not have a Thing for Philippe Torreton (who plays Napoleon). So. That might also inform my affection for this dumb film.

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I remember enjoying the 2002 French miniseries Napoleon (with Christian Clavier and Isabella Rossellini). As with all series and films, it has its issues (there are definite inaccuracies), but I liked it overall. I feel they hit the emotional beats between Napoleon and Josephine really well.

(While she's not older than him in it, at least the actors the same age and she's not like 16 years younger than Napoleon /eye roll.)

The scene when she reams him out during their divorce is powerful (she does this great thing about how he always wanted to make it clear that he's separate from the ancien regime and Not Like Those People but what is he doing now? He's marrying one of Marie Antoinette's relatives. And like, she is calling him out for his political inconsistency, and making the point that it's a bad decision in terms of Optics, but it's also so clearly much more than that. It's well done). Napoleon's reaction when he learns that she's died is heart breaking and well rendered/believable.

There is also humour and convivial moments that are often lacking in historical biopics with him, which I appreciate (love the "you need to take the Austrian uniform off the scarecrow or we'll have an International Incident on our hands" scene).

There's a rogue Coulaincourt who makes an appearance! Nice to see him. Same with Lannes - glad he makes an appearance. Though there's no Duroc or Junot, unfortunately. (Granted, I understand the need to keep the cast to a reasonable amount of people.)

So yeah, it's an entertaining series. It's a bit of a "classic" in the sense that I feel like anyone who has gone through a Napoleon Phase watches it.

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Truly, the best representation of Napoleon is in Bill and Ted's Most Excellent Adventure. You're welcome.

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I hope this helps!

#thank you for the ask!#napoleon bonaparte #there's the Marlon Brando film that a lot of people like as well #I thought it was fine #Napoleon #that 1970s or 80s Waterloo movie is meh imo #ask #reply #monsieur n #napoleon (2002)#film #I remember being on a date with someone who saw Monsieur N & they kept going on about how they hated it bc they felt it was inaccurate #and I was like: You do realize it's a historical AU that's not meant to be accurate right? It's like complaining about the inaccuracy of #the medieval period as represented in A Knight's Tale #that's what you sound like right now. Like someone complaining about the rendering of Chaucer in the pop culture hit A Knight's Tale #Monsieur N was never meant to be a Serious Film. It's beautifully filmed and a lot of fun but it's not History #napoleon in film

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what-if-i-just-did · 1 year ago

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Writing Multi-lingual Characters

Nobody asked for this but as a multi-lingual writer I just wanna make this.

firstly, stereotypes.

can we please have bilingual characters who speak other languages than english/spanish??? please???

can we have characters with english as a main?

in fact, can we have white bilingual characters? *gasps are heard*

Yes, poc representation is good and important. And I'm not saying 'make your bilingual poc character white'. I'm saying, I'm white, I speak three languages and all the multi-lingual representation ever is usually a latinex who speaks spanish as a main and english as a secondary, usually a girl. I don't think I've ever seen a bilingual white character in anything main-stream. Can we have white characters who speak Russian or French or heaven forbid, something less main-stream like Flemish or Swedish?

Types

There's three types of ways to be multi-lingual. I'm sure they have official names, but I usually call them Raised, Moved and Learnt.

Moved

Most of the bilingual representation we see is Moved. A Moved bilingual character will have a main language and a secondary language; usually Spanish and English. I speak Afrikaans pretty much like I'm Moved. The character will have an accent in their secondary language, probably won't know much slang but will know phrases or expressions. They'll mostly think in their main language, but they can read in their secondary and might even use a word in their secondary rather than a word in their main because it fits better. They'll frequently forget words in their secondary, maybe even specific words. If they forget a word in their main but remember it in their secondary, it's going to be MASSIVLY weird to them. They're going to accidentally use grammar and spelling and expressions from their main in their secondary. In fact, they might still be translating certain words in their head, rather than just speaking. This is the type of bilingual you get when a character moves to a different country, or when a child has been raised by parents in a different language than the one the society around them uses, or similair things. When I was six, I went on a three-week vacation to South-Africa, where everyone around me spoke Afrikaans, and it being quite close to Dutch, I picked up on it easily.

Learnt

Learnt is when you, like it sounds, learn a language. The character will have a terrible accent in their secondary. They'll know phrases, but not expressions, slang or swearwords. Maybe they learnt it to speak to a friend, and if this friend helped them they'll be a little closer to Moved than Learnt, but it'll still be Learnt. This is basically high school senior Spanish level. They're translating everything in their head. In fact, it's debatable wether this even counts as being bilingual. If it's being taught at school, they're probably not good enough for classmates to ask for help with the subject, as opposed to Moved's main and Raised.

Raised

When a character is raised as bilingual, I call it Raised. This happens when a character was raised by two authority figures who speak different languages. Usually it's the parents, but if they spend a lot of time with a babysitter or au-pair that teaches them their language, or a grandparent or teacher or older sibling or maybe even a very good friend (pretty much all my childhood friends improved their English just by being friends with me). They don't have a main and secondary, they don't differentiate; both languages are natural to them. If they're speaking to someone else that know the same languages, they're gonna swap mid-sentence and replace words and fuck with grammar/expressions. My dad once started a sentence saying we should speak Dutch in front of my friend who didn't speak English and ists the sentence ended back in English. Here's a few examples (in Dutch):

"Hey, heb je the table pushed to de kant?" "Table pushed to the kant?" (with sass) "Ja, je snapt what I mean, now doe de damn thing." "whatever."

"Hey weirdo." "Wat mot je?" "Mom wants you to dek the tafel." "Zeg tegen mam dat ze op kan fucken" "I don't feel like bein' yelled at, doe zelf!" "Nahhh you can." "Dat ga ik niet doen. Ga de fucking table dekken." "I'm bezigggg!"

"Yo malloot!" "I'm busy, ga weg." "Jeez, ik ga al... what's up with you, chagerijn?" *rolls eyes in reply*

This style of bilingual is pretty much never seen in media, and certainly not accuratly, because you basically need to be able to speak the languages in order to write it. Common points of turning languages include words that sounds similair with similair meanings (the vs de, hello vs hallo, cool vs koel etc), words that are the same in both languages (Tom, shirt, hey etc), at a break point in a sentence ("You're strong, pak jij de dozen", "You're crazy if you think dat ik je nu weg laat lopen", "Als jij me vasthoudt terwijl ik het pak, then she can fill the gap and we all work together!" etc), or after using a word in the other language because you couldn't find it in the right language in time ("Just go to the zolder, ik heb geen zin in een argument", "Waarom ga jij niet effe de.. uh, grab the butter?"

#writeblr #writing #bilingual #multilingual #language #writing tips #oh how to tag

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gyoukukens · 10 months ago

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DOMAIN EXPANSION: SHADOW CHIMERA GARDEN.

#GYOUKUKENS is an independent, partially canon-divergent, mutuals-only MEGUMI FUSHIGURO of Gege Akutami's Jujutsu Kaisen roleplay blog. I am both OC / AU friendly &&. duplicates-friendly. Expect themes of violence, death, mental illess &&. such as of the nature of the source-material. Personal accounts please do not interact. WRITTEN BY #SHUJI. ( Any Pronouns. 21+. PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT ;; WILL BE BLOCKED ! )

THIS BLOG IS A STUDY IN THE FOLLOWING : never being able to reach one's full potential, heavy depression &&. the mental block of never being able to be enough yet wanting to prove oneself as a being worth of his power, the path of the youth left to mature early ⸻ a depiction self-sacrifice &&. corruption.

MAINS : gojo satoru ( brazenlystrong ) //

SHIP EXCLUSIVES : itadori yuji ( keiteiken ) //

art credits. icon. header. blog sidebar. interactions: open for mutuals! currently under heavy construction as i get used back to tumblr again ;;

rules below the read more for mobile users.

GUIDELINES

before we get started, allow me to introduce myself. my name is shuji. i'm 22 years old and have been on &&. off tumblr for over 8 years. i go by most pronouns by prefer HE / THEY. you're free to contact me off-site if for plot reasons or just to chat.

RULES

一 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR. Whilst I understand the nature of my character being a high-schooler &&. what else, I am an adult. I don't want to give anyone the false impression... Please understand that I am not comfortable with minors talking to me in friendly terms.

二 DON’T INTERACT WITH ME JUST FOR SHIPS. I understand that people love the chemistry but I am also interested in platonic / friendships and also enemy relationships. I am not solely interested in romantic ships with any adult character either as Megumi is 15-17 at most.

三 PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE WITH ME IF YOU ARE PURPOSELY LOOKING FOR DRAMA. I am 22 by now, I've been on tumblr for years &&. seen the effect of drama on people emotionally or mentally. Please make use of that soft-/hardblock if you deem necessary.

四 UNDERSTAND THAT I AM A BUSY PERSON! Please understand I am a busy person and going through my last year of graphic design school &&. have a part time job / other hobbies I enjoy. I will get to my replies when I find the time &&. motivation to write.

五 DON’T FEEL STRESSED TO MATCH MY FORMAT. Just enjoy writing :) Regardless of how much you can write or not, I will reciprocate however much I deem fit.

六 NSFW. Not comfortable with sexual threads. Megu's a minor. But I'm A-okay with fight threads due to the nature of JJK!

七 ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I'm fluent in a lot of different languages as I am multi-lingual, which means i have a lot of trouble speaking english at times, however feel free to correct me if i make any mistakes. I can also write in Japanese and my bit of JPN knowledge will sometimes show here.

八 ART DISPLAYED DOESN’T BELONG TO ME. Please note that any art is not mine unless stated otherwise. art will be credited unless it's official.

PSD TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY ME. ( 日本語: ※ もしアーティストさんはアーティストのファンアートが取り除きたいて僕のことを連絡してお願いします。ありがとうございました。私はおそらくいくつか忘れてしまった。たらちゃんと記載をして、あなたのやグにリンクを貼ります。)

#( pinned post. )#jjk rp #manga rp #oc rp #jujutsu kaisen rp #gyoukukens

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 2 years ago

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What are your favorite words? (to write or to speak?)

Oh! I don’t know if I’ve ever thought about this in depth but you definitely made me do so now!

When your bi or multi lingual there are always words that make perfect sense in one language that don’t quite translate to have the same depth of meaning in English. I love those words and will often adopt them in my English vocab because they just make sense. My friends come to learn what I mean. It’s wonderful.

As for writing, I have this thing where I need to find the exact words I’m thinking of. Even if there are tens of synonyms, there will always be one that fits the bill correctly in my mind. I think finding the one that fits is the most satisfying. I also love those words with a sense of finality; irretrievable, irreplaceable, unequivocally. There’s no room for questions, this is it. On the flip side, I love sentences that leave questions and thoughts open. Go figure.

And I just love the word fuck. It’s so emotive. It can be used in so many contexts, to mean so many things, to portray so many emotions. I guess it’s rather crude but I love it.

#wow sorry for the rant #did I even answer your question anon?#thanks for asking though! I love asks like this #anon reply

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rk-ocs · 2 years ago

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Carnelian Ryan

Inspired by Frank William Abgnaile

Name :Hannah Alyssa Carnelian Lareau -Jordan-Ryan

Address : 59 Rue de Tilly, Boucherville, Quebec.

Birthday: December 22, 1996. Age 8 (barely not seven) in 2004

Eventual size: 6'2"

Blood: AB+

Tattoos in order: 1. semi colons on feet, Hawaii style. 2. Holocaust tattoo.3. Phoenix coming out of # complete with fire Hawaii style. Native style Raven on back, Hawaii style, on back. 4-9. Candour, Abnegation, and Amenity just below waistline, and above crotch, with Dauntless and Erudite on hip bones, normal tattoos. 10. The Japanese Kanji for fight on her ankle. 11. 12 a Native style eagle on her other upper shoulder.

Appearance: pale blonde, grey eyes, pale skin (burnt)

Mother: Angela Lareau- Jordan

Father: Jason Ryan

Mentioned First Cousin: Monique- Theirey . Full name "Mary-Jacob- Elizabeth-Brandon, Monique-Theirry, Ryan- Laframbois.

She works at couche-Tard, a connivance store that got robbed and started this mess. The address is 710 boulevard Marie-Victorian Boucherville, QC J4B 1Y2

MT lives at 22 rue Pierre du Caumont

Mt's Parents are

Eleanor Ryan

David Lefranbois

Grandparents

Logan and Helga (ne Burnham) Ryan

Marion Lareau and Leo Jordan

Felix Lafrombois and Emily Baker

Godparents

Alyssa Cote and Rae Lavoie

Male counterpart. Aaron Rae Jasper.

Reds traits

Talents (eventual): Hacker, Multi-Lingual, Driver, Mathematician, mechanic, hunter, doctor, Sniper, orenitering, Artist (Strong in perspective, weak in colour), photographer, computers, lying, stealing, B&E, Maps, fast talking, fitness, strategy, good in crisis,

Weaknesses: grammar, history, sense of time, temper (eventually adjusted to tranquil furry), naive (shifts to paranoia), Strange morals, impulsive, often running late, impulse thief, restless, messy, snobby, blunt, loud (will get better), aggressive (worked on), strange brutal honesty, unscrupulous, proud.

Desmond information

Desmond was born March 13 1987

Ran away age 16, in 2003

Apparently became a parent in 2005

Captured September 1, 2012

Died December 21, 2012

Desmond was 6'

Conner info

Birthday: April 4 1756

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Clay Kaczmarek

B:1982

D: August 8, 20012

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Sometime in the future, when driving Red asks," what were you doing, The day you got kidnaped, anyways?"

Shows a flashback of Desmond going to GameStop to preorder Borderlands 2.

"I just realized! I never got to play boarderlands 2, because I got kidnaped by goddamn Templars! I preordered it for nothing!"

(Show some Templar playing it somewhere)

"You also missed dishonoured. It's an absolute outrage! Lets do something about this!")

(One day they will go back in time, and pick Desmond's pockets to get it back.")

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Piece of Eden thought out

Time travel pieces of Eden.

"Some Pieces of Eden were known to interact with and change the passage of time, possibly creating paradoxes. "

"When activated, Apples of Eden are capable of extending a pulse of energy that can drive those in the surrounding area to insanity and death. Doing so has a detrimental effect on the physical health of the wielder if they are unskilled in the Apples' use, but a capable user is not as easily afflicted.[8] Altaïr, for example, was able to use Apple #2 for a limited duration without adverse affects at age 92.[2] Using the Pieces' powers in short bursts can also minimize the negative effects dealt by the artifacts, though to what extent is unknown.[1]"

"According to emails read by Desmond Miles in 2012, at least one Piece of Eden existed that granted the ability to manipulate time. Concerns over possible paradoxes, however, led to Abstergo Industries locking it away.[16]"

So the pieces of Eden that could time travel were mentioned in an email, but never directly explored in game. Astrobo locked them up for fear of causing paradox. But they don't have all the pieces of Eden, and I think the ones in the ocean would be hardest to find intentionally, because the ocean current would be moving the small items around the ocean. So this one was discovered unintentionally by a man on an undersea exploration, who's young daughter had always been asking for a present. So he turned this piece of something he found into a necklace charm, and put it on a sterling silver chain.

She wore it, but it didn't activate until she was injured. See, I think the First Civilization made the TTEden pieces to escape dangerous situations, like battles, or incoming solar flares. When activated by injury, it takes them to a time without active combat, and to an ally who will get them healing. Be it future or past.

As someone with presumably some FC blood she has some minor control over it (she can travel 10min-so far-into the past and speed up her personal time movement to beat a hasty retreat) but not the bigger things, like where she ends up when injured.

Finally, it doesn't leave her. The necklace doesn't come off. It could activate whenever she suffers major injury. So she prepares for it, always carrying weapons and a backpack of things.

#red jordan ryan #writing #original character #assassins creed #piece of eden

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who-is-page · 11 months ago

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Hey there! I know anoneyemoose already responded with more information as well, but here's what we can add, too:

The therian community began completely separately from the otherkin community. The therian community started on alt.horror.werewolves in 1992, while the otherkin community traces its roots back to elven groups in the 1960's-1970's. Phytanthrope as a term was actually coined specifically by Darahagh of @liongoatsnake (AKA my partner system House of Chimeras) on a therian forum in 2013, while the fictionkin community started in 2001 through a webpage hosted on Otherkin.Net called Temple of The Ota-’Kin, where the predecessor term "otakukin" was coined. Theriomythic, another relevant term not included in the original list but which I'm going to mention because I love it, was coined in 2013 to be outside of or in-between otherkin and therian as a label, for people who felt themselves to animalistic and mythical but who did not fit comfortably into either term.

Nowadays, because of the ways these communities overlap and intermingle, many people use otherkin as an overarching umbrella term for all of these groups, but taxonomical arguments around sorting still exist aplenty because there's so many different models you can potentially use. If we go via history, then fictionkin would be under otherkin and phytanthrope could arguably be placed under therian; if we go via most common use, then they'd all be under otherkin; if we go via subcultural differences, they'd all be separate entirely! It can be tricky to navigate, and YMMV.

Some cool resources for community history, which includes more detail on what I've mentioned here:

A Timeline of the Therianthrope Community by House of Chimeras A Timeline of the Fictionkin Community by House of Chimeras A Timeline of Plant-Identified People in the Otherkin Communities by House of Chimeras A Timeline of the Unicorn Community & Unicorns in The Otherkin Community by House of Chimeras A Timeline of the Alterhuman Community by House of Chimeras The Otherkin Timeline: The Recent History of Elfin, Fae, and Animal People by Orion Scribner (@frameacloud) Addendums to Scribner’s The Otherkin Timeline by House of Chimeras Otherkin Lexicon: A Multi-Lingual Dictionary of Jargon Used in the Communities of Otherkin, Therianthropes, and Other Similar Peoples by Orion Scribner ...and also House of Chimera's Website and Orion Scribner's Website more generally are just great resources. Just a heads up that my partner Orion's website is having some problems right now, so some links are down.

For other communities and terms you could consider to be a part of the alterhuman umbrella, you could check out some of the categories I have for the Alterhuman Archive? That'd include fictherians, fictionflickers, archetropers, endels, factkin, folcintera, othervague, people with paratypes, transspecies folks, vampires, otherkith, people with hearthomes, theriomythics, daemians, soulbonds, and tulpas. And beyond that, for things not listed as categories on there, there's also constelics, synpaths, and folks with kardiatypes, among others. That's just what I can think of off the top of my head.

• What's "alterhuman"?

◯⃤Alterhuman is an umbrella term including any identity that derives from the standard human experience. Yes! this include human identities!

◯⃤Not all alterhuman people identify as non human, some alterhuman people are human.

◯⃤The alterhuman symbol is ⎇

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☾⋆⁺₊✧ " Alterhuman is a term that refers to someone who does not fit the traditional standard of what is considered human, and/or does not identify as human. " ☾⋆⁺₊✧

[by lgbtqia.wiki, 28/12/23, sourced from alt-h.net]

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Identities under the alterhuman umbrella are :

• Otherkin

┕ Therian ┕ Phytanthrope ┕ Fictionkin

• Otherhearted

• Otherlink

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secret relationship // wanda maximoff

summary: you're the daughter of the famous Black Widow, which comes with its own set of hurdles such as revealing to her that you're dating the newest Avenger that she also happens to be mentoring – Wanda Maximoff. What could go wrong?

warning/s: minor (implied) violence and injury

author's note: okay so the request was the reader is Natasha's daughter and is struggling to tell Natasha that she's dating Wanda. All I know is I got excited (as usual) and this happened so yeah, enjoy! Also, Wanda’s age is always a mystery to me since it’s interpreted differently with everyone, so I tried my best to explain the age gap between you and natasha so things made sense.

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"Did you know red onion and red cabbage is called 'red' instead of 'purple' because back in the old days, they didn't have enough words for colours so anything purple was defined as red?"

"The mission, Y/N," my mum, Natasha Romanoff, AKA Black Widow, scolded.

I sighed, my attention still focused on my surroundings and my gun directed ahead. "I know, I know. But did you know that the most common internet password is '123456'?"

"Y/N," Wanda, my girlfriend and teammate said with a laugh. "Stop it."

"Yeah, please, quit it," my mum added with an eye roll.

I smiled at Wanda, admiring how beautiful she looked when she hid her laugh. My mum wasn't aware we were dating, so I settled for sending her a playful wink before looking ahead.

I knew I had to focus on the mission – scouting out this abandoned HYDRA den – but it was boring. And it was obviously empty of any threats, so talking was my only pastime.

"Did you know the inventor of Pringles is buried in a Pringles can?" I said after a moment of silence, making my mum stop walking abruptly.

"Okay, you know what? New plan," she said, looking between Wanda and I. "Everyone split up. Take a look around. Stay alert. Keep in contact. Sound good?"

I quirked a brow. "You trying to get rid of me?"

She narrowed her eyes my way. "Yes."

I frowned, making Wanda crack a smile and nudge me in the shoulder.

"You need to learn to have an off button sometimes," she joked, her Sokovian accent shining through despite the voice lessons my mum was giving her. Honestly, I preferred her Sokovian accent to her American one.

"You love it," I teased, giving her a knowing smile, my mother completely unaware of the double meaning.

"Just do as I said," my mum said, already shooing me away. "Wanda, you know what to do. If you see or hear anything suspicious, use your comms."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff," Wanda said obediently, and I tried so hard to hold in laughter at her seriousness. I mean, it was great that she was respectful of my mother and her mentor, but God it was funny to witness.

"Once again, Wanda, you can just call me Nat," my mum said with a wince, trying to be polite. "Go on."

Wanda nodded and walked off, her gun raised as she'd practiced. I grinned at my mum, noticing the way she massaged her temple with mild agitation before her gaze fell to mine.

"Go. Now." She pointed behind me, and I stifled a laugh.

"Bet you love babysitting duty," I joked.

"It's not babysitting if I'm your mother," she pointed out. "Though sometimes, you make me regret not picking the baby instead of you."

"That baby would have been six years old now," I informed her. "If anything, I spared you the whole diaper thing and the outgrowing clothes thing and the– oh yeah! Not being able to speak thing!"

"At least they wouldn't be annoying me with stupid facts," she retorted, hand on her hip. "Now be a good agent and do your job."

I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing she was kidding. Whenever I annoyed her, she'd bring up the story of how it was between twelve year old me and a six-month old baby at the adoption centre. She was worried I'd view her as an older sister or something, hence her choice of adopting the baby instead. But I never did, as she was always way more mature than any twenty-seven year old I'd met or seen at the time. And maybe, I guess, I was really desperate to have a motherly figure, and she just happened to fit the bill.

"Aye, aye, Miss Romanoff," I saluted, making her raise an eyebrow threateningly. "Okay, geez, I'm going."

I wandered off, exploring the dishevelled HYDRA den with full focus. The brief clearly stated it was an abandoned site, but I stayed on alert anyway in case there were stragglers. As usual, I only got given half the facts because of my clearance level, so I knew we were looking for a hard drive, but I had no idea what was on it.

Being a seventeen year old working in S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't exactly how I saw my life going when I grew up in an orphanage. I honestly never thought I'd get adopted, as rumours spread quite quickly through the orphanage that once you hit double digits, nobody wanted you. So, when the beautiful, red-headed Natasha Romanoff came in, looking for an addition to her family, I felt like the luckiest kid in the world because she chose me of all the kids there.

I definitely didn't expect her to be the Black Widow, nor to teach me everything she knew about espionage, stealth, hand-to-hand combat and much more. She ensured I was multi-lingual like her, preparing me for the many S.H.I.E.L.D. missions I would have to go on. There were times when I absolutely despised her, particularly when she overtrained me or stopped me from seeing my friends. And there were times when I wished she'd never adopted me, hating that I couldn't have a normal teenage experience.

But when it came down to it, I knew I couldn't have asked for a more caring, considerate and compassionate mother. I learnt early on into our relationship that she was unable to have kids of her own, hence her interest in adoption. And honestly speaking? That was probably the worst thing in the world because if anybody deserved a child of their own, it was Natasha Romanoff. I guess, in that sense, I was lucky to have all of her love to myself.

Now that I was older, I came to appreciate how awesome she was, especially when we got to go on missions together and I saw her awesomeness upfront. The only thing was, she was extremely overprotective, so it was difficult to get sent on the dangerous missions. Though, I guess, whenever I did, she was always there to have my back and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Her overprotectiveness was also a reason why she didn't know about Wanda and I's relationship. Wanda had joined the Avengers a year ago after losing her brother in the battle against Ultron. She was a year older than me, so naturally we were drawn to each other, and before I knew it, our friendship became more. But of course, my mother could never know that. At least not yet.

"Empty here," I mumbled, rounding a corner into an empty room. As I looked through the rubbish on the desk, I continued, "Empty here... and here... and oh, look, here, too. What a surprise!"

"Y/N, I love you, but God help me I will kill you if you don't turn your damn mic off," my mother's voice came through my comms piece in my ear.

For once, I wasn't trying to piss her off, so I smiled sheepishly to myself and replied, "Sorry. Love you."

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me in response, so continued to look around for the hard drive I saw on the brief. Still, there was nothing here.

My searching was interrupted when I heard a loud crash from a nearby room, like the sound of bricks tumbling against one another. I spun around, eyes widening with concern.

"Y/N? Wanda? What happened?" my mum's voice came through my ear, slightly reassuring me as it wasn't her who was caught up in anything. But then that meant–

"Wanda! What happened?" I replied worriedly, already rushing out of the room and to the source of the sound.

"I'm okay," Wanda's shaky voice came through my ear, which did nothing to ease my concern.

I found the room Wanda was in quite quickly, seeing her sat on the floor as if she'd been pushed. She had a deep cut on her forehead and looked visibly distressed. Running to her side, I kneeled down beside her and cupped her face, studying her head.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" The words tumbled from my mouth so quickly I wasn't sure if it was understandable.

She nodded slowly, accepting my hand and holding it for reassurance. I followed her gaze, seeing a hole in the wall ahead, bricks crumbling and dust beginning to settle. Laying on the floor through the hole and into the next room was a HYDRA soldier, clearly dead from the impact of hitting the bricks.

Wanda's power was magnificent, but hard to control. A year later and she was still learning its limits, but sometimes slip-ups like this happened. I was, admittedly, in awe of her actions.

"I'm sorry, I should have kept him alive like Miss Ro– Nat said," Wanda apologised suddenly, and I looked back at her to see her shaking her head. "He just– he startled me and I didn't know what I was doing until it happened. I thought–"

"Don't apologise," I cut her off, squeezing her hand gently, before looking back to the cut on her forehead. "I'm just glad you're okay. You did good."

Despite my words, I bit my lower lip to contain a frown, worried about her cut.

"Damn."

Wanda and I both turned to the doorway to see my mum, who stopped and took in the sight of the hole in the wall with partial surprise and partial amazement.

"Mum, we need to get her back to the quinjet," I said, pulling her attention away from the wall. She approached me as I said, "She needs medical assistance."

I didn't let go of Wanda's hand as I moved to the side for my mum to take a look. Gently guiding Wanda's chin to the side, she took a closer look at the gash on her forehead, expression showing nothing as usual.

"You'll be okay, honey," she reassured, letting go. Her eyes drifted to our connected hands briefly, but I figured she wouldn't piece anything together, so I didn't let go. She continued, "Let's get out of here. There's no hard drive anyway."

Wanda nodded and my mum and I helped her to stand up, me still not letting go of her hand.

"The hard drive is on him," Wanda spoke suddenly, nodding to the dead HYDRA agent. "I heard his thoughts before I– yeah."

My mum raised her brows with surprise. "Oh. Perfect. Y/N get the drive and let's go."

I pursed my lips, glancing at Wanda with concerned eyes. She gave me a small, reassuring smile, squeezing my hand subtly before letting go.

"Right, yeah," I said, swallowing hard.

I looked back to my mum, who seemed to be studying my expression, so I cleared my throat and left to get the drive. When I retrieved it, I jogged after Wanda and my mum, checking in on her with a small smile, before leading the way to the quinjet.

When we boarded the plane, I hung around Wanda and my mum as she helped the brunette to take a seat in the back. I noticed Wanda's momentary dizziness as she sat down and felt my chest tighten.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, kneeling before her as my mum got the first aid kit.

Wanda gave me an endearing smile as I swiped at the blood dripping down her forehead.

"I'll be alright," she said, holding my gaze with comforting green eyes before they flickered to behind me.

"Okay, Y/N, stop hanging about and start the plane whilst I stitch Wanda up," my mum said, appearing from behind me and kneeling beside me.

I nodded, glancing between the needle, thread and disinfectant in her hands and Wanda's head. Reluctantly, I got up and left them both to it as I started up the plane and got us in the air. Once we were in the clear, I flicked on autopilot before heading back to Wanda and my mum to see how things were going.

"We'll have someone look at it properly when we get back to the tower," my mum was saying to Wanda, who was now stitched up and wearing a small bandage, "but it'll hold up for now." With a playful smile, she added, "You're not dying on me just yet."

Wanda cracked a smile and whilst I appreciated how lovely it was to see their closeness in a way I never usually saw, I was still troubled by her injury. Logically, I knew she'd be okay, but it never felt good to see her injured.

"Plane is on autopilot," I announced, making my presence known. My eyes never left Wanda's bandage as I asked, "Everything okay here?"

"You need to calm down," my mum joked, making me look her way. "It's not that serious. Just some stitches."

I smiled awkwardly, but I knew it was much more than that.

"Yeah, relax, it's not a big deal," Wanda added playfully.

Her eyes met mine and I knew she was communicating the same thing through her gaze, holding a seriousness that wasn't able to be shared verbally because of my mum's presence. I tilted my head, giving her a knowing look; she knew I was aware of how big a deal it was. All I wanted to do was give her a hug and kiss and not leave her side until she felt better. And she knew that.

"I'm gonna go fly the plane," my mum said suddenly, and I almost forgot she was standing there until she spoke up. "We'll get back to base quicker..."

I glanced at her, mildly confused at her sudden change of expression. She headed to the front of the quinjet, leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Seriously though, you should relax," Wanda said, sounding like she did when it was just her and I and nobody else. She had an amused smile on her lips as she watched me worry. "I'm fine. All stitched up."

I licked my lips, sulking, as I dragged myself over to the seat beside her. She laced our fingers together, pressing a kiss to the top of my hand before facing me with an easygoing smile.

"I'm fine," she repeated gently, lovingly, sweetly.

I offered her a small smile, before leaning forward to press a kiss to her bandage. "I know. Just don't worry me like that. Especially in front of my mum. I can't take it."

"It's cute," she noted, amusement returning. "It means a lot to know someone cares."

My shoulders relaxed. "I care too much. So, please don't test that."

She laughed and I felt my heart flutter in my chest, never getting used to the sound.

"I promise not to," she said, looking up at me through her lashes.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and kept ahold of her hand, staying with her until we arrived back at base. My mum flew us the whole way back, only coming to get us once we landed. I knew I should have left Wanda's side as to not raise suspicion with my mum, but I couldn't find it in myself to do so. I just hoped she would interpret it as two concerned friends rather than her daughter having a secret girlfriend.

"You should head to the medical wing to get checked out properly," my mum said once we were back at the tower, looking to Wanda.

"Yeah," I agreed a little too eagerly. "I'll go with you."

My mum gave me a curious look. "I mean, that's not necessary."

Wanda must have sensed my eagerness, as she said, "I'd appreciate the company, actually. I don't mind."

She shot me a subtle smile, eyes bright with reassurance.

"I'm happy to accompany you, Wanda," my mum offered, and I felt my mouth go dry.

"It's okay, mum," I said suddenly, making her look to me with pursed lips. "You can go debrief and I'll make sure Wanda is cool with everything."

Glancing between us, my mum finally nodded. "I see. I guess I'll see you both later then." She paused, looking between us once more, before adding, "You did good today. Both of you."

I looked down to my shoes as Wanda shot her a grateful smile. She walked away, leaving us be, and I immediately intertwined my fingers with Wanda's as the two of us headed to the medical wing.

"You may as well write desperate on your forehead," she teased with a beautiful smile.

"So funny," I said sarcastically, though a smile of my own was present. "Let's just get you checked out."

"If it means you'll stop pouting, then sure."

"Real jokester you are. Hilarious, honestly."

Her laughter surrounded me like a warm hug and I could have listened to it forever.

—

Since our mission together, I noticed the distance my mum was putting between her and I, and I had no idea why. I thought I was overthinking it and seeing things that weren't there, so I didn't follow up with it until one evening.

It was a rare occurrence for all of the Avengers to be at the tower at once, so when they were, we'd all have a 'family' dinner for some normalcy. Only, this time, I noticed how strange my mum was acting whenever I spoke to her. She'd either act super dismissive or give one word answers to my questions – once again, I wasn't sure if I was seeing things.

After dinner, everyone went their separate ways and Wanda and I stayed in the living-area to watch some TV. Though it was playing, the volume was lowered and neither of us were watching it. We were just talking about random stuff and enjoying each other's company.

"Okay, how about this one?" I said to Wanda, turning so I was facing her, a grin on my lips. "What did the clock do when it was hungry?"

As with all of my other attempts at making Wanda laugh, she stared at me with an amused smile and a quirked brow.

"Say it...," I encouraged, motioning for her to speak with my hand.

She sighed. "Okay, what did the clock do when it was hungry?" Mumbling, she added, "Even though clocks don't eat..."

I slapped her leg playfully. "Sshhh, you'll ruin the joke. And the answer is, they go back four seconds!"

Wanda didn't laugh, but she seemed entertained as she hid a smile. "Seriously?"

"Because of the number 'four' and the word 'for'," I explained. "C'mon, that's a good one!"

"D'you think you're funny?" she asked, eyeing me playfully. "Because you're not."

I shrugged, playing it off like I wasn't fussed. "I mean, I don't know about that... how about now?"

Before she could question me, I moved forward and began to tickle her sides, watching as she squirmed with laughter.

"Stop it!" she shouted, but her smile was as wide as ever as she was unable to stifle her laughter. "P-please! Y/N!"

"But you said I wasn't funny!" I retorted with a grin, practically straddling her as she attempted to push me off her. "I'm just checking if you still think that!"

Wanda was crying now, tears escaping the corners of her eyes as she continued to laugh. "I'm s-sorry! Y/N, stop!"

Before I could think how to respond, the doors to the living-area opened and in walked Steve Rogers AKA Captain America, a confused expression on his face as he saw me sat on Wanda.

"Hey, ladies," he greeted, raising an eyebrow. "You both good?"

I pulled my hands away from Wanda and breathed out, still smiling as I glanced down at her. She blew a strand of hair from her eyes and glared at me playfully.

"Yeah, just talking," I answered Steve, before being thrown off Wanda and to the floor with a thud.

"Just Y/N harassing me as usual," Wanda corrected, and I sat up to see her sitting up, too, fixing her hair.

Steve chuckled as he headed to the fridge in the connected kitchen. Wanda helped me back onto the couch, nudging me in the side as a response to the tickle fest, before leaning on me and stretching her legs across the couch.

"So, hey, what's up with you and your mum?" Steve asked as I continued to annoy Wanda by flicking her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not looking up as I grinned down at Wanda, watching as her eyes glowed red threateningly.

"Don't make me hurt you," she said teasingly, lifting a hand and summoning her powers, red wisps of energy becoming present.

I stopped flicking her and intertwined her hand in mine, watching as her eyes faded to its usual colour.

"She just seemed distant at dinner," Steve continued.

I looked up and saw he was leaning against the counter with a water bottle in his hand. Wanda continued to stretch, practically on top of me, probably to annoy me as I had been doing with her. I moved her hands out of my face as I nodded to Steve.

"So, you saw it too? She was being off, right?" I asked him, glad I wasn't just imagining things.

He nodded, gulping his water, before saying casually, "Definitely. What did you do? Finally tell her about you and Wanda?"

It took me a second to realise what he'd said, but when I did, my eyes widened and I spluttered out a terrible response. "What– what about Wanda and I?"

I glanced at Wanda as she began to sit up properly. She looked more confused than panicked.

"You know, that you're together," Steve said like it was obvious.

I cleared my throat. "What? Why would you think that?"

Steve smiled with confusion. "Wait, so you're not? But I thought–" He paused, pulling a face. "No, you are! Everybody thinks you are!"

I shrugged it off, though inside I was panicking. "I mean, even if that was the case, why do you think my mum knows?"

Steve nodded knowingly. "She's been off with you all night. And then I caught up with her after dinner and she wasn't in a very talkative mood. Just mumbled something like 'new girl, her age, pretty, nice, should have seen it coming'. I assumed she was talking about Wanda."

Heat crept up my neck with embarrassment and when I looked to Wanda, I saw her cheeks dusting a red colour, similar to the energy she could summon. She looked as flustered as I felt.

"Has your mum been okay with you before today?" Steve asked, trying to be helpful.

I chewed on my lower lip and shook my head. "Not since we got back from our last mission..."

Steve scrunched his face with sympathy. "Oof. You should probably talk to her then. You know how much she hates secrets."

I groaned internally. "Thanks for the reminder."

He saluted playfully, his stupid smile on his stupid face, before leaving Wanda and I alone again.

"Well, looks like she knows," I said to Wanda, sinking into the couch with hopes it would swallow me forever.

"She might not," Wanda tried to make me feel better, resting a hand on my leg. "It could be something else."

I gave her a knowing look. "She has to know. It's the only thing that makes sense. You heard Steve."

Wanda sighed, sinking into the couch beside me. "Yeah..." She glanced at me and I looked at her as she said, "I did tell you to tell her."

I forced a smile. "Gee, Wanda, that was helpful. Thanks."

Wanda rolled her eyes before leaning her head on my shoulder. "Sorry..."

I rested my hand on hers. "It's okay, sorry. I just– she's gonna be really mad that I kept this from her."

"Yeah, why did you do that again?" Wanda asked questioningly.

I massaged the tension between my eyebrows. "Because she's too overprotective. It gets too much to handle sometimes... Take my last boyfriend for example. He was some tool that cheated on me and, oh boy, my mum wanted to kill him. I had to physically restrain her from doing so."

"I don't blame her," Wanda quipped, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

I smiled a little, squeezing her hand. "I know... she ended up slashing his tyres and egging his car without telling me. But instead of egging the outside, she broke into it and egged the inside. A thoughtful take on a classic, I must admit."

Wanda laughed, her whole body shaking with pure amusement as she listened to the story. I couldn't help but smile myself, remembering it like it was yesterday. Definitely a fun time.

"I appreciated it, don't get me wrong," I added, smile fading. "I just didn't want that to happen again. I wanted to enjoy our relationship without anyone spying on us, y'know? But now she's gonna be super angry."

Wanda let go of my hand and rolled on top of me, leaning down on my chest so she could look me in the eyes. I wrapped my arms loosely around her to keep her steady.

"She only wants the best for you," Wanda told me gently. "You have to tell her you're sorry. Explain why you did what you did, but hear her out, too. She's your mum. Caring too much isn't a bad thing."

I groaned, knowing she was right. She smiled reassuringly, patting my chest.

"You get the caring too much thing from her by the way," she added, before leaning forward and pressing a haste kiss to my lips. "It's okay though because I love it."

I smiled, never really seeing it like that. Raising my hand, I brushed my thumb over the small bandage on her head; her injury was still healing, but she didn't let it bother her. Very Wanda-like.

"Thanks," I mumbled, meeting her gaze. "You always say the right thing."

"Which is why I'm going to tell you to get up and go to your mum," she ordered playfully, pushing herself off me and holding out her hand.

I let her pull me up before straightening up and taking a deep breath. Wanda was right. I just needed to be open and explain my piece. It would be fine.

—

So, it wasn't fine.

When I entered my mum's living quarters, she wasn't the happiest to see me. In fact, she actively turned her body to face her TV when I came through the door.

"Hey," I started with a small smile, fighting the nerves in my stomach. "Can we, er, can we talk?"

She grabbed the cushion on the couch next to her, hugging it to her chest. Her eyes didn't leave the TV, but the space next to her was free, so I took that as an opportunity to close the door and sit beside her.

The news was playing on the TV – headlines, I think – and they were talking about a new elected congressman in New York.

"Seriously? The news? Even in your free time?" I asked playfully, hoping it would lighten the mood.

She didn't even glance my way as she muttered, "I like to know what's happening in the world."

Losing my smile, I straightened up and cleared my throat. "Right, right..."

It went quiet as the TV played in the background and my mum said absolutely nothing. I grabbed the other cushion on the couch and hugged it to my chest, similar to her. It was a nervous habit that I picked up from, well, from her.

"You said you wanted to talk?" she reminded me. "So, talk."

Having the Black Widow as your mother wasn't something anyone could get used to. She could be the most caring, loving, protective person in the world, but she could also appear quiet, intimidating and ruthless like the trained assassin she was. Not the greatest combination when trying to open up to her.

"I think I know what you're thinking," I started, pinching my hand to distract from my growing anxiety.

Without hesitation, she bent forward to grab the TV remote and turned it off before turning to me with sad eyes.

"That's where you're wrong," she said calmly, and it was way worse than her yelling. I would have preferred her yelling to be honest. The disappointment in her voice was much worse. "You always assume you know what I'm thinking. What I'm going to say or do."

I avoided her eyes guiltily. "Mum, look, I know that I should have told you the truth. And I know how angry you are, but–"

"I'm not angry, Y/N!" she shouted, finally, standing up off the couch and creating space between us.

I winced. "You sound angry."

She put her hands on her hips, looking down to her feet and taking a breath. Her voice at normal volume, she said, "I'm upset. You– you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth. Instead, I had to put it together when you acted how you did with Wanda after that mission and..." She paused, sighing. "Forget it."

"No, keep going," I pleaded, the guilt piercing through me sharply. "You're right."

She swallowed hard, glancing at me with glassy eyes. "I wouldn't have done anything. I know I have in the past, but this is Wanda we're talking about. I've been her mentor for a year. I care about her and– and– she's good. And she's good for you."

Okay, I definitely misread this whole thing because now my mum was upset, on the verge of tears, and I was the arsehole responsible for it.

"I'm so sorry," I said, standing up and moving forward to hold her arms. "I should have trusted you. I mean, it wasn't even about trust. I was just scared you'd react badly. But it wrong of me to assume that."

She frowned, looking down to her shoes. "I know I can be tough sometimes, but it's only because I care."

I thought back to Wanda's words and gave her a small smile. "I know. I get it from you."

"I am happy for you, you know," she said, glancing at me petulantly.

My expression softened. "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."

Without another word, she pulled me in for a motherly hug, making me close my eyes and relax in her arms. I still felt horrible for making her feel like I couldn't trust her when it was anything but that.

"I'm sorry," I repeated quietly into her shoulder.

"I forgive you," she said, before pulling away and giving me a small smile. "Now tell me. You're happy?"

The thought of being with Wanda gave me butterflies and I couldn't help but smile in response. With a nod, I said, "I am."

She nodded, squeezing my shoulders gently before fully letting go. "Good. I'm glad you've got her... I know you can take care of yourself, but she's strong, too. She can look out for you when I'm not around anymore."

I shoved her in the shoulder. "Don't joke about that. She isn't replacing you and you're not going anywhere, you hear me?"

She laughed, nodding. "Not yet anyway. But sure, okay."

I relaxed and gave her a nervous smile. "So, you wanna meet Wanda? Like, as my girlfriend and not your student?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "If I must."

I smiled widely, grabbing her hand and leading her to the door. "She loves you a lot, y'know. She wanted me to tell you about us as soon as we got together. She hated lying to you."

"Yeah because she knows that lying is wrong," she teased me, making me groan loudly. With a chuckle, she added, "I love her, too. She's definitely something."

"Hell yeah she is," I said in agreement, grinning to my mum as I dragged her to the living-area where I last left Wanda.

On the way, we passed Steve in the hall, who took notice of the smiles on our faces and nodded knowingly.

"Glad to see you worked it out," he said supportively.

"Thanks for the heads up," I told him gratefully as we passed him.

When we reached the living-area, I saw Wanda sat on the couch watching TV. When she saw who entered, she straightened up instantly, moving to stand and unsure what else to say or do. It was cute, the respect she had for my mum.

"Did you– I– She told you?" she stumbled over her words, starting to speak to me but eventually looking to my mum.

My mum glanced at me before meeting Wanda's nervous eyes. "She did."

Wanda licked her lips anxiously. "And you're okay with it...? Angry...? Wanna kill me...?"

I watched my mum, nodding encouragingly to her. She sighed before giving Wanda a small smile.

"No killing will be necessary," she reassured my girlfriend. "Unless, of course, you break my daughter's heart. Then in which case, I may have to find you when you're sleeping."

"Mum!" I complained, face falling into my hands with embarrassment.

"I'm just being truthful," my mum said with seriousness, before looking to Wanda expectantly.

Wanda surprisingly took it well, probably used to my mum's personality after training with her for a year. "I understand completely, Nat and I'll hold you to that. I have no intention of breaking Y/N's heart."

A rare, genuine smile appeared on my mother's lips. "I know you don't. Just–" She paused, glancing at me. "Keep her safe, yeah? She's a bit stupid sometimes."

Wanda laughed as my mum smiled with amusement, like it was an inside joke.

"Right here, you know," I reminded them with a wave of my hand.

They only rolled their eyes.

"I will," Wanda promised my mum. "Thank you for being okay with this."

My mum nodded, giving us both a final smile and once over, before saying, "I'll leave you to it. Goodnight."

Wanda and I bid our goodnights, watching her leave before a giant sigh of relief escaped our lips.

"You feel better?" Wanda asked me, grabbing my hand and tugging me to the couch.

She let me fall on her chest easily, snuggling up to her as she wrapped an arm around me and held me close. I inhaled her perfume, a familiar and comforting scent, as my head rested in the crook of her neck.

"I feel better," I answered, closing my eyes and letting her intertwine our fingers.

"I believe this is the part where you say I was right," she prompted, a hint of amusement in her words.

"Don't make me hurt you," I mumbled, making her laugh quietly beneath me.

"You're lucky I love you," she said, kissing the top of my head. "I guess opposites do attract. You're the stupid one and I'm the clever one."

"Wanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck off."

She laughed again, and even though it was at me, I couldn't help the content smile from spreading on my lips.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel #mcu #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen

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siancore · 4 years ago

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Hi. I was wondering, I really want to write a SamBucky fic but I'm a bit worried that I won't get their characters right. Do you have any tips on how to make sure that doesn't happen? Like, they aren't written out of character.

Hey. I hope you do write for SamBucky. We need more good fics out there.

I’ll just rattle off a few things that help me with writing these characters. The things I focus on related to canon are:

Mannerism: Bucky has a morbid sense of humour; Sam is a thrill-seeker and a little reckless; Sam is caring and helpful; Bucky isn’t trusting of people he doesn’t know; Sam is charming; Bucky can be charming when he wants to be; Sam likes to joke around, but is also very serious when he needs to be. Both are good with kids. Sam is an excellent public speaker. Bucky doesn’t speak too often unless he has something to say. Bucky prefers to be called ‘Bucky’ over ‘James’. Sam knows that he is good-looking. Bucky is protective by nature.

Vernacular: Both are multi-lingual; Bucky acquires language quickly; Sam uses African-American Vernacular English; Bucky would not have extensive modern lexicon in English and would revert to phrases or words he would have used throughout the 30s and 40s whilst speaking English. Language-wise, he most likely dreams in Russian (unless it’s a specific memory) because of the depth of language immersion coupled with the wiping of his memory. Generally takes around 8 years to stop dreaming in your native tongue. Bucky often uses the contraction ‘ain’t’. He also wouldn’t necessarily say ‘gay’ or ‘queer’ as ‘queer’ was still considered a slur in the 40s and the widely used term at the time was ‘homosexual’.

Physicality: Sam is a slow runner (I love him for that); both are fit; both are acrobatic; Bucky uses brute strength; Bucky is taller than Sam; Sam has an ass that won’t quit. Sam initiates a lot of physical touch between them. Bucky’s wounds heal quickly. Bucky can be very dangerous as an opponent, but he isn’t a danger to those around him.

Expression: Sam smiles widely; Bucky’s eyes crinkle when he smiles; Sam folds his arms over his chest when he is concentrating; Bucky leans his weight to one side. They both routinely drift into one another’s personal space. Bucky looks at Sam with heart eyes; Bucky looks at Sam’s lips and drags his gaze over Sam’s body.

Other things: Sam was pararescue in the US Air Force. Bucky was in the US Army. Sam was serving when Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was in force. Bucky was serving when being gay was considered a mental disorder and any soldier caught with another man would face court martial; dishonorable discharge; arrest; or sent off to be institutionalised.

Now, if you want to write a SamBucky AU, to keep them in character, all you need to do is stick to a couple of the things listed above. A really easy one is Bucky’s sense of humour and Sam’s charm. They go together well. They are literally the sunshine one and the grumpy one. Describe their smiles. Sam always has the best, brightest smile, Bucky doesn’t give his genuine smiles to just anyone. Another thing that always works well with this ship is that Bucky always notices that Sam is good-looking even if it’s enemies to lovers; even when Sam is annoying him (also annoys him that Sam’s annoying face is annoyingly handsome). Always show the reader Bucky’s internal dialogue when he sees what Sam looks like. Always have Bucky pining for Sam lol

Things to steer clear of:

- Anything that is gross and homophobic

- Anything that is gross and racist

- Anything that reinforces harmful racist stereotypes

- Sam as a therapist for Bucky (unless that’s the premise of the fic)

- Bucky using Sam to get over Steve

- Sam being a second choice for Bucky because he can’t have Steve

- The care being one-sided

I hope this is helpful. This has worked for me with writing for SamBucky.

Just some info about me to add context to why these are the things about them that I focus on: I am in love with Sam Wilson and I relate to Bucky Barnes. I’m queer and Black and am into linguistics and history. I am multi-lingual, have taught history and languages, and have spoken on panels multiple times about queer experience and history. Who I am informs how I write these characters and the approach I take. Sam Wilson gets nothing but love and adoration in my fics. Think about how who you are relates to them. Think about what you love about them and dial it up to 100!

Thanks for reaching out and trusting my opinion. Happy writing!

#sambucky #sambucky fic writing tips

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witchybluedeity · 4 years ago

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Drunken humor

This has nothing to do with the project I mentioned in this post. This is something I came up with while at work.

Also, this is a rewrite because I lost the whole thing when I was just about to post it, so I’m going to go cry now.

Colonel Casey and Grandma had joined forces against the boys. They both agreed that the five brothers urgently needed a break, and had taken International Rescue off the grid for two weeks.

Scott fumed the moment he found out, though he wordlessly agreed they desperately needed a rest. It had been back to back rescues for the past few days, leaving little time to rest and recuperate. He attempted to focus on reports instead, but was promptly banned from the desk.

John was carted down from Five before he even knew what was happening. Grandma had spoken with EOS, who agreed with the retired Doctor and forced John into the space elevator. When he touched down, Sally coerced him to change into his civil clothes and meet his brothers in the den.

Virgil had been easy. As the team medic, he’d detected their growing fatigue but had been too busy with rescues to do anything. During a quick refuel, he’d mentioned it to Sally, who agreed with his evaluation. He was grateful when Grandma acted for him, and easily joined his grounded brothers.

Gordon was fished up from the depths of the ocean. The aquanaut had been up and down in Thunderbird four repeatedly, causing worry about his health. The only sunlight he’d seen was when he surfaced to deliver a group of rescuees before diving back down for the next. When he heard they were taking two weeks off, he spent a good three hours in the pool swimming away his stress.

Alan had been resting when the unexpected break was announced, taking a short break after returning from a mission on Mars. No-one dared wake him, letting him have the well deserved sleep. He awoke a few hours later to find all his brothers in the den together, and was overjoyed when the news was broken to him.

That was three days ago.

It was a warm evening, and all five brothers were outside relaxing on the patio, glasses in their hands. Or a plastic cup in John’s case. Grandma had told them to relax, what better way than with a few drinks?

Only, a few had turned into a dozen.

“We should do thiz more often.” Gordon slurred, taking yet another swig of his drink.

“What? Get drunk?” Virgil questioned, setting his glass down. A hand swiped uselessly in his direction, and he caught it before it could hit the wooden decking.

The aquanaut levelled a glare at him, though it had no effect. “Relaxin’! Hangin’ out!” A grin morphed into existence. “Gettin’ pissed.”

There was a specific reason the ‘Special Occasions Only’ cabinet was only opened on days off. Like today. All his brothers were lightweights, barring Scott, who drained their father’s Scotch collection during late night reports.

“I still wonder how you managed through WASP when you can’t hold your alcohol.” The same hand swiped at him again, and he caught it just as easily.

“Alan holdz hiz worze!”

The offended “I do not!” came from behind him, and when he turned to look for the younger blond, Virgil snorted. Alan was leaned against John, who was curled into Scott’s side, plastic cup resting on it’s side, contents long since consumed.

Gordon, who apparently also saw his brothers’ positions, was not one to pass up an opportunity. “Aww! Little Johnny curled up into momma Scott!”

The intoxicated astronaut snapped up too fast for his equilibrium to register, and ignoring the hand grabbing his arm to help support him, he stared at the blond prankster. “Dude.” His voice was unsurprisingly unsteady, and later he’d blame Scott, who refilled his cup whenever it ran dry. “Xi żobb. Huwa ħażin miegħek.”

The Terrible Two dissolved into a fit of laughter when the realization a drunk John couldn’t control his multi-lingual tongue hit them, Gordon falling into Virgil while Alan was shoved off a sighing Scott.

The ex-Air Force commander tugged John back into his side, diffusing the building irritation in the astronaut. “Stop it you two, leave John alone.”

A comfortable silence fell around them once Gordon and Alan had calmed. Scott stood up the tipped over plastic cup and grabbed a nearby bottle, refilling it and topping up his own glass. After a few minutes, John’s expression shifted to one of disgust as the teasing comment finally registered, unintentionally slipping into another language. “È così fottutamente disgustoso! Che cazzo Gordon?!”

Unfortunately, his comment only initiated a new bout of laughter, Scott and Virgil joining in.

“Language John!” Came the call from indoors, from the only individual capable to detect profanity no matter the language.

Huffing softly, John curled back into his brother’s side, reaching for his cup and taking a few swigs. “Jeg bebrejder Scott.”

The pilot sobered at the mention of his name, eyes narrowing slightly at the communication specialist. “What was that John?”

Virgil snorted and pulled the drunken blond fish close, who was still lost to his laughter. “He blames you.”

Sighing heavily, Scott knew he had no hope of winning against John while he was in this state. “Of course he does.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #story #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #sally tracy #drunkenness #I did fluff!

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daxwebster · 3 years ago

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Vocalization Headcanon Guide

Bold what applies to your muse, Italicize situational ones. Crossout what does not apply ever. Feel free to add your own suggestions and carry it on.

► ACCENT

► ELOQUENCE

► TONE

loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │ gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative

► HABITS

refers to self in third person │ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children│ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others | shift in body language around friends

► OTHER BITS

Dax code-switches to try and match the tone and demeanor that the situation calls for. Given that he’s specced for espionage and infiltration, that means he can shift his behavior and mannerisms to fit a character to attract or deflect attention.

If he’s not On The Clock, or at the very least not actively trying to maintain a particular image, he still shifts his approach to what he thinks will best work with who he’s interacting with.

The more careful he’s being, the less the accent shows up. If he’s excited or angry or just very comfortable with someone he’s talking to, it’ll come out more. Get him incoherently mad enough and he’ll go full Cockney, slang and all.

► VOICE CLAIM REFERENCE:

youtube

#YOU SAW NOTHING

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subtlehysteria · 3 years ago

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How would you write children?

Oh goodness I always make children so naughty in my fics, they’re always getting up to mischief! Let me think though…

This isn’t a comprehensive how-to because I am defs no expert especially because I struggle to remember what all a child can and can’t do at a certain age (there was this amazing post a while back here but I unfortunately can’t find it now smh) but here’s maybe a few things to keep in mind when writing children :

- how old are they? this will affect not only whether they can talk or not but also their physical abilities. maybe they’re a toddler who is still figuring out how to walk and either bumps into things or trips/falls a lot. I started ballet when I was three which, looking back, feels very young but it is possible! so maybe your kid is starting to get into a physical activity they really like like dancing or a sport which then will influence their motor skills and how fit/active they are

- what language is spoken at home? learning a language is difficult especially when you’ve never done it before, but with children the younger you start speaking more than one language around them the easier it is for them to speak and understand both of those languages. Is the household multi-lingual? do they have a parent or grandparent who only speaks one language while their friends and school mates/teachers speak in another? this is just something to keep in mind especially if you want to give representation to a different culture/language from your own

- what is their personality? is the kid overly confidant and a social butterfly who’ll talk anyone’s ear off if they show an interest in what they have to say? Or are they shy and tend to cling to their parent when meeting strangers? something as simple as showing how they react to meeting new people can say a lot about their personality. Maybe the shy kid prefers to play on their own or maybe they just take a little time to warm up to new people. There’s a lot of different ways to play this

- what are their special interests? every kid has that one thing they are obsessed with, maybe it’s a certain animal or career that they are determined to become when they grow up. maybe it’s a certain show or movie or character from a book. Whatever the case, your kid will be obsessed about this thing and it can influence what they wear, what their go-to conversation topics are, how their room is decorated, you name it. For instance Grogu is usually given the special interest of frogs whenever I and others write modern aus. So his room and wardrobe is very much green, his toys are frogs, his beanies and backpack are shaped like frogs etc. I also usually make him arty so he’ll tend to have paint on his clothes or hair or be busy working on some new art project in the background to keep himself busy.

- what are they fussy about? every kid also tends to have that one thing they refuse to eat no matter how appealing their parents try to make it. or maybe it’s a certain colour they hate to wear, or a certain item of clothing/material. maybe they only ever want to wear their princess outfit to school or their favourite shirt with the cool character printed on it. whatever it is, they will argue with you till they’re blue about why they should or shouldn’t interact with this one specific thing.

- how curious/observant are they? kids aren’t always the best at reading a room and their curiosity usually gets the better of them which leads to them asking very specific or probing questions that their parents or others don’t want to talk about or know not to bring up. it makes for some great comedic moments though! especially when a kid points out hidden feelings that, until now, haven’t been that obvious or hidden pretty well. Sometimes they are super observant and of course when they notice something cool or strange to them they’re gonna ask and talk about it!

Hope that helps!

#subtle gives advice #writing tips #answered asks

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dragonquill · 3 years ago

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Mahliel Cadash

Fundamentals: Member of the Cadash family, rogue dual-wield assassin, extremely intelligent and well-read, criminal knowledge, history knowledge, gains nobility knowledge, 41 years old in 9:41 Dragon, multi-lingual (Common, Dwarvish, Antivan, some Dalish, some Qunlot, some Tevine) Of all my DA OCs, Mahliel is just the most unreasonably smart and her way of soaking up knowledge is sometimes a little intimidating.

Family: Isn’t close to her parents, since they gave her to the Carta when she was 8 to begin shadow assassin training. She’s fond of her younger brother Caden in a distant way. She’s actually closest to her cousin Etha, who helps people leave the Carta (and who was helping her when everything went hole in the sky shaped). She even invites him to work with the Inquisition [flirting with Cassandra] getting lyrium from non-Carta sources.

Flirting was a successful side quest though.

Fighting: Trained from childhood as a Carta assassin, so she’s fast, uses shadow well, and extremely deadly. She uses dual daggers and shadow abilities. She’s a strategic thinker, though she begins the Inquisition with relatively little experience working with diverse fighting teams, and has to learn how to best utilize warriors and mages.

Faith: Mahliel believes there is a connection to the stone for dwarves, as she was trained to take advantage of it as a Carta rogue, but beyond that she is generally an atheist. She considers herself a follower of the Paragron Natia [Brosca], casteless Hero of Fereldon, which does cause her to lose some of her usual cool when she first meets Alistair (also, it definitely had an influence on the split second decision she later had to make in the fade). She respects religious beliefs though she is opposed to the abuses of the Chantry and doesn’t love being associated with it. She’s pragmatic, though, so she does use her perceived role as the Herald of Andraste to the Inquisition’s advantage (“ARE you the Herald of Andraste??” “Apparently so!”).

Fashion: Mahliel greatly prefers dwarven fashions, and wears them almost exclusively. They not only fit better and look better, but are more comfortable because they’re cut properly for her body. She also dresses her inner circle in dark red and blue. Ahem. Over time. She likes having her lipstick on-point.

She has freckles and scars, but they keep disappearing in-game! She has multiple piercings in the right ear and one in the left but again....not in the actual game.

“Fraternizing”: Mahliel happens to be attracted to burly men with beards who call her “ma’am” and “lady.” Which makes Blackwall...well, well, well.

Well HE-LLO, Warden Blackwall!

Beyond his fitting her personal aesthetic, she finds he is kind and respectful of her, but also willing to stand up to people. She falls pretty hard. She later realizes she was a bit forceful with him - he said he was interested, but couldn’t act on it, and she kept on pushing. Mahliel is a devoted believer in second chances, which is how Thom Rainier and she took a chance to start over with no lies and less pushiness. The revelation of his past is also what causes her to stop letting Josie and the others believe the lie that she “just protected smugglers” in her Carta life.

Thank goodness for randomly appearing invisible boxes for her to stand on.

Friendships: Mahliel is very fond of other nerds, which is how she and Dorian become absolute besties and platonic soulmates with sides of shared understanding of parent issues and appreciation of burly gentlemen. She and Dorian flirt playfully, while she and Blackwall are more low-key, leading to the rumors that bother Mother Giselle so much.

Do you know how hard it is to get a screenshot of these two smiling at each other?? Impossible, that’s how.

She also grows close to Varric, Sera, and Cassandra, an odd grouping but she just enjoys their company and personalities. She picks up some Qunlot and Tevine from Iron Bull, Dorian, and Krem.

Foes and Frustrations: It’s really going too far to call anyone other than “the Carta,” “Coryphishit,” and “Samson” foes, but within her circle, she never fully trusts Vivienne, who is too clearly out for personal power in her eyes, or Solas, who strikes her as dishonest though she can’t put her finger on it (though they can still nerd together). Her opinion of Mother Giselle falls throughout the game, until she almost regrets having her at Skyhold at all.

She is frustrated with the “Advisors,” who clearly find it personally reasonable that the Inquisition, which is full of elves, dwarves, and even vashoth and tal-vashoth, should be run entirely by humans. She brings in experts to help with a lot of decision making, and makes sure they are of a variety of races.

Fate: Her major choices as Inquisitor are based, as much as on her genius, on her eternal belief in second chances: -Goes to Redcliffe and partners with the mages -Focuses on diplomacy -Softened Leliana -Public truce: blackmails Celene, Briala, and Gespard into working together (though they all claim it was “the best for Orlais.”) -Left (Darren) Hawke in the Fade -Allowed the Grey Wardens to rebuild -Follows the Ritual and worked with the ancient elves -Morrigan drinks from the Well of Sorrows -Cassandra became Divine -Revealed the truth about Ameridan -Completed the Deep Roads expedition -Disbanded the Inquisition -Pledges to redeem Solas

Fantasy: My headcanon is that between the end of Inq and the beginning of Trespasser, Mahliel’s personal hero, the Paragon Warden Commander Lady of Ameranthine Paragon head of the House of Natia, Natia Brosca, arrives and informs her she WILL be helping get Alistair back from Weishaupt, and there is a big party that goes forth to gather him and bring him home. I don’t imagine it has gone well for him being trapped there, but they don’t get involved beyond his release, since the Wardens aren’t stupid and give in to the combined threats from the Inquisition, the Wardens of the South, the queen of Fereldon, a former Crow assassin, etc. etc.

Yes, this is my attempt at making Natia in DAI. She was a lot more angry than this when she and Mahliel met.

Future: With the Inquisition disbanded, Mahliel hopes to return to Skyhold and change it into a diplomatic exchange point, a sort of “neutral ground” for meetings between/among cities and nations, protected by a mixed force from those nations. She also wants to try a more democratic leadership style, somewhat inspired by Kirkwall, but allowing Skyhold residents in general a chance to vote. She drew as many treaties and supports as she could for the Inquisition in hopes of making this transition later.

Alternatively, or after setting this in motion, she wants to travel and see the world. Since Thom is also a wanderer at heart, she thinks this will work out nicely - while still having Skyhold as “home.”

They do not want kids, haha. So yay for the very small chance of half dwarves.

#dragon age #dai #inquisitor #inquisitor cadash #I posted this to the wrong blog but I'm not starting over so I shall just reblog it to #quillinthedas #harharhar

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