#in that weird posh rich kid way

[anarchy-and-piglins]

About the Victorian Au, I wonder where the Benchtrio would fit in? I'd like to think they'd get roped into the antique store somehow, maybe one of them breaks something and so they work there to pay it off, only for Phil and Techno to end up getting attached and then the trio just kinda deciding "this is our turf now, you mess with Phil you mess with us"

Plus, Tubbo is very good at fixing and building things so Phil is very glad they stuck around, makes some jobs a lot easier

Okay so I'm thinking clingyduo (Tommy and Tubbo) are kind of to Techno what Holmes' network of street urchins is in the Sherlock Holmes stories kekw. Like, they're two homeless kids who grew up orphaned or very poor, got into petty crime, in a way their background is very similar to Techno's own. He gives them food or money in exchange for doing little chores for him like standing lookout, retrieving stuff, gathering info, sneaking, or things that a child is more suited to than an adult. Techno claims he's totally not attached but he is, of course he is. The sentiment is returned, especially by Tommy who definitely looks up to Techno a lot.

Because it is my jam, I think it's a weirdly mutually protective relationship because like, Techno is looking out for these kids a bit like a pseudo big brother or weird uncle, and Techno isn't always well-liked by both the upper class or the lower class he interacts with so clingyduo will not hesitate to stab a bitch if they look at Techno funny (even though that's not really needed, growing up on the street just made them kinda antsy and Techno is one of their only trusted adults).

At least until Phil and Techno become besties, and then after a small acclimation period they start to like Phil a lot too. The end goal would be for Phil to employ them in the antique shop yes, so they can finally have a better life and not do unlawful things (or not as many unlawful things. What Phil doesn't see won't hurt him :3c)

Then for Ranboo, because I love giving him a very different entryway into the story than clingyduo (it reminds me of how in dsmp canon, Ranboo was kind of the odd duck out coming into the friendship late), he's a rich kid, upper class teenager, who maybe goes to Techno for help with something? I don't know what exactly, though it would be a little similar to Phil maybe in that he has issues with his posh overbearing parents? Or maybe Ranboo is just looking for a tutor and Techno takes a shining to him?

Whichever the case, this would allow for that mentor vibe from Techno because peerpressureduo my heart, PLUS he'd then meet clingyduo through Techno, and while the dynamic is a bit strained at first (very different backgrounds and such) they end up becoming besties :3

Also, this would mean that if Niki is somebody who comes to Techno for help, we can have syndicate 4/4. Maybe she's an aristocrat stuck in a betrothment she doesn't want, and she solicits Tehcno's help to find a way to get out of it somehow? That could be a fun side quest.

[toomanythoughts4myhead]

Been thinking about modern!Coriolanus Snow (again)

How he probably goes to some old fancy university, which his whole bloodline went to. All of the other posh children he grew up with end up there too, some exceptions (fuckups) didn't manage to do it, but that is less snobby people to have to deal with in Coriolanuses mind.

Coriolanuses great great grandfather started a sort of secret society (cult) in his youth and ever since it has been thriving in secret.

With time it's ways have grown a lot more ...socially acceptable. They do weird cultists shit like 20% of the time and the other is spent getting drunk in private gatherings and parties or blowing mommy and daddies credit cards.

Coriolanus was at the core of the secret societies this century, house of the roses, there is no official name but this one gets thrown around enough that it stuck eventually. Corio enjoyed having the control over the gatherings and all the planning, God knows he was the most capable one there except for Clementia, maybe.

He was also the best actor, best student, in the University. He walked a fine line between sucking up to lectors and any sort of authority figures without loosing his own authority and self-respect.

There was a new money kid, Sejanus Plinth, who his father had pushed into joining the secret society in order to fit in with the fellow rich kids. He wasn't exactly welcomed but his fathers findings of the gatherings sure sweetened the deal.

To Sejanuses horor he had to give a blood oath in a secret passage in the school, a place secretly built in a wall just for this.

What was the blood used for?

Well he had to drink it. Not just his own, though. Part of the acceptance ritual is that everyone gives a drop of blood into a ceremonial bowl, engraved with roses and thorns. The blood would get mixed in with warmed wine and spices and each member will get a sip, starting with the new commer. Most of the people here didn't have to go on the trial because they were accepted simply for their status, only people who had something to prove had gone through with it.

They had wanted to pull Sejanuses leg a bit too, and judging by his paling face and unmoving gaze from the red liquids, they had succeeded.

What they hadn't anticipated, however, is Sejanus running out of the room screaming that they were all animals as he stomped away. Good thing that there was no one in the University right now, right?

Wrong.

Right as Sejauns was turning a corner he almost stomped on you, a journalist major in search of a new headline for the Universities newspaper. And his wide eyes, read stained lips and the blood dripping from one of his hands from a weirdly shaped scar, was defiantly a step in the right direction.

You don't get time to ask him anything as he walks off faster than you can turn around, but the commotion from down the hall catches your attention and you hurry off.

Your footsteps echo off of the marble floor and as you actually get there all you see is a blurr of red robes and golden silverware. The only thing that sticks out before the door???wall shuts closed is a person with a white suit and blond hair.

You start to dig deeper and deeper about this secret society, asking around and looking through all the history of the school. A cultists secret society that was responsible for the murder of three from almost 60 years back catches your attention. You are dealing with something bigger than you thought.

Coriolanus is livid, he hadn't put on his robes for that evening, coming to the meeting fresh off of one of his late lectures. He didn't get to see whi was the mysterious onlooker but he was going to find out and keep their mouth shut.

Your questions about a secret society and search for knowledge are not hidden and eventually reach Coriolanus, who approaches you during one of your late night searches through the University's library.

He startles you as he looked down at where you are hunched iver a very old set of newspapers. His gaze is piercing and calm, his posture doesn't give anything. His bright red burgundy suit and pants seem to contrast nicely woth his pale skin and blond hair. Blond hair!

He smells like roses and so did the place of the meeting, even after it's closing it had left a strong fragrance of white roses and vanilla.

The recognition must be evident in your face as your facial muscles move from confuses to "hallelujah". All the warning you get is a slight crease in his brow as he presses a strongly smelling handkerchief to your nose and mouth and presses it tightly.

"Such a smart girl. Should have known not to poke your nose in places it doesnt belong."

And with that it all fades to black, his piercing blue eyes are the last thing you see.

You wake up in a room, red silk cloth binds you to a chair and you seem to be alone. You try to shake off the drowsiness but your muscles feels like lead and your mind is slow, movements sluggish. This could be the same room, but it could be somewhere else entirely, you have no clue. It's all so lavish and luxurious, in its deep reds complimented by golden chandeliers and golden engravings, there were some old paintings as well, none that you recognize.

The click-clacking of heels on the wooden floor shifts your attention back to the familiar blond figure, creeping towards you like a predator. He is in the same clothes as before, which hopefully meant that you hadn't been in this drugged out state for too long.

He looked as pristine and proper as he always did, but his gaze was unnerving intense, it made your mouth dry with nerves.

"It feels like a real waste to get rid of such a smart girl, a real loss for the academy."

He says calmly as he takes a center place infront of you, looking down at your tied form. The image pleases him.

"You will either keep your mouth shut about this or i will tell all your dirt to whatever authority figure i need to, to make sure you never manage to get into any other learning establishment."

"I dont have any dirt on me."

"Doesnt really matter what you have, it matters what i present you have. So be wise about this, little mouse. Wouldnt want to get caught in a trap by your own doing."

Fuck

He says it so clamly but he can't manage to hide the rising corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this, he liked playing with you and your life. Your whole world depended on his choices, you had no way to stop him or fight him off. Interesting.

You don't much of a choice but to agree, a bit sullen that all your research had gone to hell and that a murderous cult was going around unpunished, but you couldn't risk your education, nit right now at least.

Coriolanus looks like the cat who got the cream, smiling deviously at you. Something in the way he looked at you made alarms go off in your ears. The deranged glint in your eyes meant nothing good. For you, at least.

"I cant let the other members know that an outsider found out about us like this, it would look very bad for my image, as you understand. From now on you have been my girl for a while, but our relationship has been hidden. You will act like you are mine."

He stated simply like demanding a performance like this was simply his birth right. You look at him stunned and not even sure what to say to that. You aren't exactly in a position to argue, even if your tongue is itching to give him a piece of your mind. So you agree.

You will be this cult leaders play-pletend girlfriend so you will keep your education. On paper.

Well you found the drama you were looking for. Now all you had to do was survive.

(Wrote this at 1 am yall, the brainrot was rotting away. Hope ye like it, cuz its not proof read. Sending love and good vibes. Peace.)

[sitp-recs]

Hello! Not sure if you'll respond but I thought I'd ask about it anyway.

Would you happen to know of any fics with a very complex characterization of Draco and Harry with a bit of gut wrenching situations? Preferably older D&H after the war. I'm even open to tragedy, even cheating(?) and just something that is out of the ordinary. I know I'm shit at explaining this but, I'm just like, craving a fic that has adult problems, where one/both of them are at a moment of life where things are complex. Maybe H left D a while ago and married someone else, and then after a few years he sees him again and is just lost in a haze of "what if I hadn’t?" or "what to do with myself now?" because getting back with him isn’t easy? I'm sorry for this weird messy ask but you are the first person who came to my mind who I thought could help me out? Sorry for rambling so much! It's definitely alright if you can't find anything like this of course! Have a great day!

What an interesting ask, anon! I’m a bit picky with gut-wrenching themes but I do love myself a thought-provoking, mature fic. It’s about the implications and complications amirite 🤌🏼 this list is a personal take so I’m not sure it is what you’re looking for, but here are some fics that came to mind when I read your ask. Pls mind the tags before jumping in. I’d be very curious to see what my followers rec too!

Kissed by Pie (M, 12k)

Draco Malfoy was attacked by a rogue Dementor on the night of his Azkaban release. He self-exiled to Muggle London and opened a late-night chocolate shop called Kissed.

Poor Unfortunate Souls by DoubleApple (E, 19k)

Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

Unfinished Business by cupiscent (E, 20k)

Ten years after the War ends, Harry and Draco still haven't got their act together. But maybe it's not too late.

Stain of Silence by brummell (E, 28k)

After the war, Draco serves out his sentence in Harry Potter's house.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (E, 34k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, zeitgeistic (E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for. It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it.

Nightingale by michi_thekiller (NC-17, 60k)

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. -Jacques Deval

Super Rich Kids by trishjames (E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (M, 82k)

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Danse Russe by Frayach (E, 140k)

True Love. Soul Mates. They're just words until put to the test. Harry and Draco have a bond that was forged in the hell of the post-war years and pulled them both back from an abyss of nihilism and self-destruction. Nothing can break it, or so they believed. But True Love can demand sacrifices too great to bear and deeds too terrible to justify.

Plus 2 fics I haven’t read but can vouch for the authors as I’m very familiar with their work:

Unhook the Stars by jad (E, 70k)

Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven't learned how to communicate like normal people – with words.

Freedom to be by Quicksilvermaid (E, 170k)

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect.

[blingblong55]

Send Me On My Way- 141

A/N: Okay but please tell me you also don't see this song fitting for this one!?

Based on a request:

Ive seen your 141xf1 fic bestie I know you do weird(and also amazing) crossovers so i have one for you How about 141xsailor!reader Not like a pirate but a competitive sailor, like they race and take a part in regattas Feel free to ignore and have a great day Idk how to comment on the stuff you wrote me about the sailor request so im just gonna leave it here :] Im fine with the reader being rich, i honestly though of it as a family thing, generation after generation of competitive sailors but needles to say that rich kid option is easier I love the thought of the reader teaching them though, amazing, stunning, beautiful I also honestly admire your work, mate, the shit that you have to put into it, and you do it for FREE Anyway, thx for everything, stay safe and take care of yourself mate ❤️❤️❤️

GN!Reader, sailor!reader, competitive sailor!reader, posh(wealthy)!reader, fluff?

Since you can remember, your family has participated in regattas. It has been a sport your family has carried through every generation, it started with your great-great-grandfather by The Whitsunday Islands. And now as an adult, you have found yourself teaching Kyle and his three other mates.

Soon you learned Kyle was nicknamed Gaz. Soap and Price let you in on the story behind that. As the five of you headed down to the perfect spot for them to learn how to learn the way of the waters in your small but amazing sailboat. Ghost was in some rather comfortable trousers, Gaz in the most fitting outfit for such time, Price and Soap in a more relaxed attire than you or the others. Those two are in for a treat, that is for sure.

The men are all excited as they board the sailboat, you helped them all, mainly because they were nervous and you teased them too much to make them feel this way at the moment. As you helped them put on their vests and gave them a rundown of what each rope was meant for and how they could control it, they seemed less nervous.

Hours went by and the four men had the hand of it, that was until a gush of wind that was too strong for them almost flipped you all over. The men did their best until Soap lost balance, tried to hold onto his captain and soon they were overboard. "Soap!" Price said, Bonnie hat floating away. "Sorry sir but I was falling."

"You didn't have to drag me down!"

The three of you on board laughing, Ghost took a picture and will be using it anytime Price dares to brag to the soldiers at base about today. Gaz had to sit down after watching Price get back in, not because he was exhausted but because he laughed too hard his stomach hurt a little. For hours, the five of you sailed the waters, enjoying the peaceful moment. It was something new amongst the four soldiers, having such a peaceful moment that you brought upon them. After the laughter and the shared stories and the booze, silent feel upon you all. Ghost sat on the edge, and placed his hand in the water as you guided them back to land.

Gaz sat by you, watching what you do. It was like seeing younger you all over again. Waving the trophy as he watched your family win that year. Then back when you were 24, watching you from land you gained places, winning over the other solos in the water. That was something he admired from you, no wind or bad weather seemed to affect your mood or readiness. Price envisioned himself doing this once he retires, maybe bringing the other three men along him and who knows maybe you'll even join them.

Five months after that memorable moment, the four men watched as you, once again won. They felt normal like their hands were clean and their guns were non-existent when they were in the crowd. Maybe there is a life after the war they go through each mission.

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[emotional-moss]

i forgot how weird it is to be around rich people they’re like a whole new dimension of human. the family friends were visiting are like CRAZY rich like their kid goes to a 600 year old private school and is studying like 6 languages and every year they go to Italy Germany India and a bunch of other place it’s crazy. like the way they talk and interact with people is fundamentally so different from everybody else it’s crazy even my mom gets like 25% more posh talking to them. they own a 3 story house here and they don’t even LIVE here they live across the globe!!! they’re like decked out in crazy expensive jewelry. the bed in the guest bedroom is covered in silk and a fucking canopy. this house was built in the 1700s. dude im insane

[historia-vitae-magistras]

there's a bit of a cultural divide between french canada and english canada, does matthew feel like he's more one than the other? I guess the answer could be, he feels both, but then a canadian fluent and familiar with the french and british side isn't the same as one thats only the one side if you know what I mean? maybe it's just where im from but knowing french here is considered very bourgeois lmao like only the rich kids learn french and its largely to tell apart themselves from us. knowing french is our, ohh ok you went to private school, idk if its the same deal for the french side knowing english. probably not seen in the same epitome of class and elegance lmao. but yea point is, being an '''allrounder'' is kinda indicative of class, but matthews meant to represent everyone, so where does he fall on that scale?

The vast majority of Anglo conceptions about French or any language are the hangover of the British Empire speaking. People see bilingualism as something posh people get at posh people's schools. Some French Canadians see English in the same way. But most bilingual people are bilingual because they didn't really have a choice. Language can be indicative of class with educational access, but it's not inherently tied to it.

Given the tying of life span to history in Hetalia, I think there would be a specific attachment given to French as it would be one of Matt's first languages given the nature of the French Empire in Canada before the conquest and auction. And given the demographics of Canada, Matt doesn't have a choice but to be both. He's born to both; he'll die as both, and it's not a weakness. Government bilingualism made bilingualism a trait of the political class. Multiculturalism in this country was born legally because when the French Canadians were such a pain in the ass and forced Anglos to give them rights, other groups, especially Ukrainian, Japanese and Chinese Canadians in the west of Canada, followed. But it's been with us from the very beginning. The first people we might call 'Canadians' were the children of French trappers and indigenous women, something you can still see in the demographics of French Canada. They would have been bilingual as a fact of life.

All these divisions are constructs created by nationalism, capitalism, and empire, not just inherent born and natural things. We made, subverted and changed them every day. He's both and more. It's not an inherently alienating thing. People live, breathe, and love in two languages.

Born French, first language French, but that doesn't make someone incompatible with the anglosphere? There are a lot of people who have French as their first language, and Anglos are absolutely shocked and make weird comments, 'but you're normal!' I don't think Matt would be alien from French or English by being both. Kind of shitty to suggest anyone who's both will never fit anywhere and can't understand a culture by being partially outside of it. People bleed, people love, people live their lives. Class affects people outside of the Anglo world. Culture, language and class isn't a zero-sum game

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

DC crossover anon: OKAY OKAY SO CONSIDER… Kate and Dick Grayson. The PARALLELS. Dick knows what it’s like to just be a normal guy on a team full of powered people, to feel like you need to earn your seat at the table. Dick fought for respect as Robin, as Nightwing… Kate did it as Hawkeye. She went toe to toe with Steve for this right. Dick struck out in a new town like Kate did in taking off for the west coast. They understand the hero worship, only to be struck with how human your mentor really is. And listen, if Kate had a nickel for every time she wound up running with a former circus performer who pretends to be a himbo but is actually really fuckin smart…? Well, she’d only have two nickels, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

A/N: I am so sorry this has been languishing in my drafts for months and even though i have more thoughts i want to post it because hi i am IN LOVE with them ilu dc nonny

Oh my godddd ohhhhhmy goddddddddddd

I am seeing them getting ready for (superhero) work and realizing they picked up the wrong batons which is so DUMB and so CUTE or maybe they even got as far as superheroing and Kate is like HUH well THAT wasn't supposed to happen as she's standing over some twitching goon and calling Dick like "Hey babe I think we need to label the batons better just a thought" and Dick who is FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE because Kate doesn't have tasers is like YA THINK???? (I am so sorry for yelling babe I wasn't mad at you I was mad at the situation and also the literal clown I was fighting)

Do they meet at a rich person gala and Kate is trying to figure out if Bruce is Tony Stark rich dude or Justin Hammer rich dude and realizes what better way to infiltrate this sus billionaire than by getting tight with his kids? They both absolutely know how to ballroom dance. Do they meet because Kate decides to take some aerial classes??? DUO ACRO ROUTINE MY BELOVED?!?!?! (OH my goddddddd Dick teaching circus classes? Kate and Clint taking circus classes and he critiques Dick the whole time but they bond over how the Joker is a bad clown. Not like evil, but like, bad at being a clown. The fucking audacity of him.)

Universe mash up where the Avengers et al and the Justice League et al come together for some reason and Nightwing and Hawkeye are impressed with one another in a professional way and then Bruce(Wayne) and Steve(Rogers) decide to set them up by sending them on fake missions together only because Kate is Kate it keeps backfiring and the fake missions all become real missions. It's OK though because they all come together to defeat an interdimensional villain and then there's a frantic makeout session

Kate and Dick would be able to pull off one of my favorite tropes "we've been dating for 3 1/2 years but everyone thinks we just team up to fight crime." Everyone thinks the teamups are because their teamup name is NightHawk. Obvi. Whatever version of them getting together, a total of three people know. One of them is Damian who Does Not Care Thank You Very Much (he does. He cares SO MUCH. when is the wedding he wants to know he had BETTER be a GROOMSMAN, RICHARD. He's already training Lucky to be the ringbearer. But he super mega doesn't care he thinks they're idiots.)

UGH SECRET IDENTITY SHENANIGANS (assuming a crossover where Kate can maintain a secret identity for more than 30 seconds) does the general public think that Dick is dating Hawkeye? That Kate is dating Nightwing? DO THE BUTTS MATCH????

How long before she gives up and starts calling him Dick? She absolutely can't at first, stop LAUGHING, Tommy, and at first the Batfam thinks she's kind of posh and weird like Damian because she's calling him "Richard" does he even actually want to be called Dick she doesn't know!

How into it is Dick when they go to some super shitty bar in Bludhaven and she kicks his ass at pool? He is so super into it its not even funny, honestly any time Kate kicks his ass he is VERY into it.

Kate is out here a small business owner where she is LITERALLY a detective and then at night saving the world? Dick why does that weirdly sound like Bruce? Dick? Do you call Kate daddy Dick WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY ITS A SERIOUS QUESTION

Also I was looking at this on my phone and my eye caught the phrase "struck out" and I am obSESSed with Dick striking out with Kate (trying to date her to get intel on her dad?) while Jason actually gets her to agree to dinner and obviously Jason will never let Dick forget this ever. After dinner--during dinner?--something happens and that's when they realize that Hawkeye (who has been flirting with Nightwing and they're sort of crime fighting dating) just went on a date with Red Hood (they shoot at each other once a week) and that Kate TURNED DOWN the guy she has actually sort of BEEN DATING FOR TWO MONTHS???

Tim texts the entire Batfam about this. Babs steals Kate's phone and texts her entire team. It's terribly embarrassing for Dick and Kate but really brings their teams together.

DICK ADVISING KATE ON GETTING A SIDEKICK?!?!? Damian trying to convince kid!Loki to be Kate's sidekick? DAMIAN AND KATE TEAMUP WHEN DICK IS SICK!?!?! And just. The amount the Batfam would adore Kate. Because she's Kate, because of how happy Dick is when he's with her, because she shares interests with like all of them, Kate and Damian SWORDFIGHTING

I can't decide if Dick's acrobatic training is the only reason he can beat Kate in a fight, or if it's the only reason Kate can beat Dick in a fight (I think they're pretty evenly matched.) On the one hand, Dick's use of acrobatics in his fighting style is pretty unusual and even trained fighters are going to be unprepared for some of his moves. On the other hand, I can see Clint either showing Kate some tricksy moves from his circus days, or Kate just picking it up by observing him. Idk it would be very funny because the acrobatics thing is unique, it gives Dick's moves an edge and he's honestly not used to losing fights and then Kate just. Fucking clotheslines him.

Now that I think about it,

Okay. okay. For Kate, fighting Dick is a lot like fighting Clint. They're built similar and have the acrobatics background. Kate is used to fighting people like Dick. Dick is less used to fighting people like Kate. You remember that picture of an eagle sitting next to a housecat, where it was captioned "I eat things like you, but not your size/I eat things your size but not like you"? That's them.

They also do yoga together after a long night of fighting crime. Also Kate is so protective of Dick it's kind of funny, Dick is ABSOLUTELY capable of taking care of himself but he is SO OKAY with Kate taking care of him, of her being a little feral about him in public, he wants the title of Boytoy. Tim says that Dick is Kate's poor little meow meow and look. points were made. Dick is just SO GOOPY about her in private but if you so much as look at Hawkeye in that tone of voice Nightwing will wreck your shit.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

1, 17 and 37 for Vetinari?

Ahhh our difficult to pin down patrician!! A classic and a favourite <3 <3

1. Canon I outright reject

Hahaha well. I mean. TP wrote a Trope, a caricature, not a character with Vetinari. He's too perfect to be believable as a real person*. So, you know.

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*I get why. Vetinari can't have any real fuck-ups, because then TP would be writing a different series than one-offs "the baddie of the week," which is what his bread and butter was. To have Vetinari be a real man would mean there would be true mistakes and real repercussions that couldn't be resolved as easily as TP liked to wrap up his stories. And that's fair! He wasn't writing complex political fantasy. But that does mean the canon is limiting and 2D when it comes to side-characters, including Vetinari.

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I suppose, I reject the portrayal of Vetinari at seventeen in Night Watch because lol like hell is that any seventeen year old I've ever known. And I've known (and was my myself) "firm head on your shoulders, grounded, hyper realistic about the world" sorts of kids. They're still kids. Vetinari in Night Watch was just Mini-Patrician.

And I reject that whole-heartedly. This is one of those instances where TP really shone with his bit-characters because Downey is a perfect Stroppy Posh Obnoxious Dick-swinging Prick as only a fundamentally rich, privileged seventeen year old boy can be. Vetinari is very bland in comparison. Again! Too perfect. It's boring.

So yeah, I prefer an Awkward, Weird, Posh Prick of a seventeen year old to whatever TP wrote with Vetinari. He can still inhume a patrician. Just give him pimples and make him awkward and weird. The Tiger Scene is a small recompense - and even then, it feels too....adultish? In a weird way? That just doesn't jive with me.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Too many to list outright. Fuck. Here are a very, very few that I've compiled offhand. Honestly, this is deserving of a whole second ask.

Poems/Books

Blitzed Out, Lauren Turner (poem) - granted, I apply different aspects of this poem to almost all characters.

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson (poem)

Willful Subjects, Sarah Ahmed - a full book on the concept of will and willfulness. Particularly of the concept of "willfullness" as a charge to be laid against others in a means to remove their will/agency. Anyway, it's always struck me as a book Vetinari would have on his bookshelf.

Coyote in the Dark, Coyotes Remembered, Mary Oliver (poem)

Two Atheists Banking on an Afterlife, Lauren Turner (poem)

The Awake and Sleeping Ye, Anne-Marie Turza (poem)

The Undying, Anne Boyer - another full book. Granted Vetinari doesn't have cancer, but her writing on illness and disability are things I lean on when writing Vetinari.

Litany, Billy Collins (poem)

Songs

Feel It Still, Portugal - the Man

Bury a Friend, Billie Eilish

When We Were Young, The Killers

If I had a heart, Fever Ray

Devil's Backbone, The Civil Wars

Fair, The Amazing Devil (this is truly The Downey/Vetinari song)

They Provide the Paint, Streetlight Manifesto

Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious, The Amazing Devil (another Downey/Vetinari one lol)

Quotes

"If God exists he isn't just butter and good luck. / He's also the tick that killed my wonderful dog Luke." - Mary Oliver excerpt from "At the River Clarion"

"To love rightly is to love what is orderly and beautiful in an educated and disciplined way." - Plato's Republic

"When we cut the ripe melon, should we not give it thanks? / Aand should we not thank the knife also? / We do not live in a simple world." - Mary Oliver excerpt from "At the River Clarion"

"What I want to say is / that the past is the past, / and the present is what your life is, / and you are capable / of choosing what that will be, / darling citizen." - Mary Oliver excerpt from "Mornings at Blackwater"

"I don't know what God is. / I don't know what death is. / But I believe they have between them / some fervent and necessary arrangement." - Mary Oliver excerpt from "Sometimes"

(Honestly - every Mary Oliver poem has a small set of lines somewhere within it that will remind me of Vetinari. Or, rather, I will call them to mind when I write him. Obviously, when I am reading Mary Oliver I am too busy weeping over small and gargantuan beauties to be thinking about fanfiction.)

"Regardless, I want to spell out that, in Judaism, a person can do real, profound, comprehensive repentance work and even get right with God—experience atonement—even if their victim never forgives them. Repentance and forgiveness are separate processes.” - Danya Ruttenberg excerpt from On Repentance and Repair

"Monuments are interesting mostly in how they diminish all other aspects of the landscape. Each highly perceptible thing makes something else almost imperceptible." - Anne Boyer excerpt from Garments Against Women

"It took me so long to realize / there are people who start fires, not to tend them, / but to see how things burn, and it took me even longer / to realize some places need fire simply to survive." - Caitlin Scarano, excerpt from “During the Wildfires” (this is also a Grima quote, honestly)

37. What they really think about themselves

As noted in the first question - Vetinari is a hard one to read and write because he's two dimensional in the text but given enough that he's not a full blank slate. But it's also a lot of nonsense we're given to work with. Masks, really.

And I think that's partially it - does Vetinari know what he thinks about himself? Or is he wholly Patrician, now? When he looks in a mirror, what does he see? Ghosts of previous patricians hovering in the hinterlands? Nothing so melodramatic as that, likely, but maybe. He has his maudlin moments in the books.

Fundamtenally, though, I think Vetinari's biggest trick is that he isn't faking anything. There's no mask. There's no cover. This is just who he is as a person. Cold, ruthless, calculating, cunning - but also given to a dry sense of humour, partial to moments of sentimentality, of being maudlin or philosophical when the mood strikes - also loves his irony and sense of occasion or moment and so on.

I think he has a fairly grounded sense of self. We're never given reason to think there's misalignment between how Vetinari sees himself (practical, efficient, capable) and how he behaves as patrician (practical, efficient, capable).

I'm not sure I'm really get at this question. But that's what I have to say on it for now. More may come to me later.

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Thank you so much!! I do love talking about this weird freak of a man. Bless him that scag.

[thehutpoint]

Many authors seems to be weirded out with Laurie's love for Napoleon, as in they cannot understand why. For me the "why" is glaringly obvious. Imagine for a moment the teenage Laurie, this gangly, long limbed kid, entering Eton. Eton has been rife with horrifying bullying like since ever, which is barely surprising, considering it is chock full of snobby, rich kids, not exacttly raised for empathy and understanding. And Laurie with his peculiar speech pattern, atypical gait (in Ponko's footage you can get a glimpse of it, my man was basically walking in these long strides, but barely lifting his feet off the ground, like he was always on skis), proneness for social gaffes, absolute inability to deal on the social level with ladies without committing a faux pas, and multiple learning disabilities, was a prime target for bullies. The fact that Laurie comes from just landed gentry, without much connections and no aristocracy on the family three wasn't making things any better in this land of snobs.

This kid, who had to deal with bullying and with the attitude of some teachers (they didn't have much mercy for kids with learning disabilities back then) started to read the biography of Napoleon. And as he read his eyes got wider and wider. This Napoleon dude was so much like him, Laurie Oates, absolute social disaster, clueless with women, bullied in the posh school for rich kids he attended for the way he spoke (Napoleon had thick Corsican accent he was unable to get rid of), his writing was spidery and illegible, like Laurie's own... And Laurie, who probable felt inadequate and less than all his life, asked himself a question: how it was possibile that Bonaparte was so much like Laurie himself, yet he was one of the biggest badasses in the military history of the world? Maybe, just maybe, he, Laurie Oates, wasn't a complete loser and there was some hope...*

And that's how Laurie got to love Bonaparte, in my honest opinion.

*) Titus, you were never a loser. Never!

In the picture: Laurie in his Eton years. Yes, he has a shiner under his right eye.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas. First of all, that anon that wrote you to help me was really helpful. (Genuinely- please tell them I say thank you, or something)

I looked up basically every I could- I also took my dads phone and checked his email.

I’ve reached the conclusion that it’s unlikely i’ll be physically harmed while i’m there, though it will be bad for my mental health… obviously. They did sign something but it wasn’t too weird. And not really signed? Just like an email. They do have to sign something when they drop me off though.

And there’s 2 different addresses. One is the one on insta, and the other (on the email) is a little further away. 

I also borrowed my sisters lock for my suitcase. It has a four number code to open it. That way it’ll deter staff and other kids from getting in my stuff. 

I had thought about putting records in a file somewhere and deleting them from my phone. I worry about getting other kids in footage, and then it spiralling though. 

I mean- okay so there’s something I haven’t told you. 

I’m adopted. 

Where I live is poor- and when a girl going off to university got pregnant, she gave me up. She left me at the hospital. I actually tried to look her up last year… she overdosed.

Anyway, I grew up in a foster house, and when I turned 8, I got adopted. It was pretty rare to get adopted that old, especially where I live. People want babies. 

 My sister isn’t biologically related to me. She was adopted when she was 4 by them. None of us are biologically related. But she’s my sister. 

If it wasn’t for my parents, I would be on the bad side of the neighbourhood. I wouldn’t go to the posh kid school, I wouldn’t be looking at university in the future, I wouldn’t have everything i’ve got. And i’m lucky to have it all. 

And I can’t go back to the same social services that finally found somewhere to dump me- and tell them i’m just not happy with the family i’m with. Especially since i’d been content with it for so long.

They’ve never hit me- they’ve paid for my clothes and paid for my clubs and gave me my own room. 

I was so lucky. And I’ve always been stuck between rich kids who don’t get the life I used to have, or un-adopted kids who go on and on about how lucky I am.

And until everything happened- until I was 15- they were great. I love my dad, he doesn’t realise what’s wrong with what he’s doing. 

He genuinely think it’s best for me if i’m in an environment that discourages this side of me- so that I can live a better life.

And he tried, he tried to do research for me- to find out how i was feeling, to understand me, but my mother shut him down. 

I can’t explain it but I remember back when I was eight- not perfectly but I do- and I know I won’t end up somewhere better even if I report them. 

I’ll just be yanked out of school- one of the few places there are people who get me. And i’ll be back, there. 

Plus it’ll be complicated since my sister isn’t biologically related to me, if I went to stay with her. She probably have to get some sort of license I think- and that’d take FOREVER, especially since she’s single, broke and going to uni. 

It’s a mess basically. 

I can’t leave. I have to wait it out. 

I worked so fucking hard to fit into a family that wasn’t mine, ever since I was eight and I met them, ever since I realise it was a way out. They’re still my best way out of the life I was born into. 

At the end of the day, I know my situation sucks but it sucks way less than other people I know. And I don’t think i’m in any physical danger, so i guess it’ll have to be a lot therapy later (haha) 

I hated the camp. And if this years one is actively worse than last year then maybe i’ll figure something out- i have a lot of friends at school that hate the way i’m being treated. 

But I hate asking for handouts. And I guess some fucking stupid part of me still feels hope that my parents will change their ways and understand me- or at least try. 

I wish my dad had tried a little harder, he has a lot of empathy for people, I think he might’ve changed his views if he had the chance. But he sort of did have the chance and he’s just letting my mother send me away anyway so- nvm I guess 

(And maybe if that therapist/nearly therapist friend of the other anon has any advice for like- not hating yourself for being queer after these camps then… Maybe i don’t know, you could send it my way or something? Or any other advice? I just- the people there always have the worst stories and are so depressed and being around that attitude all the time sucks. Plus a lot of them are always like “oh you’re lucky this is the worst place you’ve been sent”. I came home and really kind of hated myself for a while. And none of my friends are queer really, and the few that are don’t go to church, so they don’t really get how it feels).

Hi hon!

Okay I’m hoping the other anon sees this but if they don’t message me in a day or two I’ll @ them- just trying to preserve their anonymity as well.

I’m glad it seems like you’re at least physically safe and I’m always here for you to talk to. But I don’t want to address one thing that you said a few times. You kept saying like “it could be worse, it could be worse” but that’s not fair. Don’t compare your trauma to others. You are going through some horrible shit, and it’s okay to acknowledge that, you know? You don’t have to say it’s better/worse than someone else. Either way, YOU DONT DESERVE THIS.

I’m sending so much love and I’m thinking of you!

[pianocat939]

you got me thinking about that fork or knife question for a solid 5 mins-

Hahah-

I might have worded it weird, but I was curious-

I’ve noticed some people don’t put their food on the back of their forks when using a knife and I was curious what the ratio would look like-

Then again- I would get the stare if I didn’t use my silverware/cutlery the way I was taught so it’s become a habit of mine to be that one kid who eats like they’re from some weird ass posh rich school or something idk-

Like my friends ask me- “Why are you putting it on the back of your fork?”

And I just- *screams in 3rd gen European*

I think ever since I was like 6/7 my family has been just correcting 90% of the time on how I use my utensils-

[lilidebergerac]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Thank you for tagging me @aroundthesims ! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone?  No, but my name is an old historic one than nobody knows. Perks of having a history teacher for a mum! :D 

2. When was the last time you cried?  I actually don’t remember which is weird because I’m a big soft baby that cries all the time.

3. Do you have kids?  No. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?  Not as much as I used to because I found it could be hard to understand and hurtful to some people who thought I was serious. 

5. What sports do you play/have you played? I hated sport for most of my life and still don’t love it... I try to take a fast walk at least an hour long every day and I cycle everywhere to try and stay healthy, but that’s pretty much it. Though I would like to try yoga!

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?  Their smile I think. But it depends, if the person is walking on their hands I might notice THAT first.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?  Being a huge crybaby, happy endings please and thank you.

8. Any special talents? Does hurting myself in new ways and discovering strangely placed bruises every day count? (I’m clumsy, not trying to hurt myself on purpose!)

9. Where were you born?  In a very rich posh suburb near Paris, France. Don’t have the money that goes with it though!

10. What are your hobbies?  Well simming obviously, some other gaming on switch mostly, knitting, embroidering, baking, cookin, watching movies, and doing a whole lot of reading.

11. Do you have any pets? I lost my dear kitty in november and don’t plan on getting another one soon. But one day I will.

12. How tall are you? 1,75 m.

13. Fave subject in school? Literature and history.

14. Dream job? I don’t like this question, working is not a dream and plenty of people who have made their passion a job now hate the very thing they used to love.  My dream in life though would be to live far from the noise of the city, close to nature, have a garden, a fireplace and lots of kitties. And a door open to my friends all the time. 

 15. Eye colour? Blue. I don’t think I have 15 mutuals, especially ones that didn’t answer already! So I’m only going to tag a few: @yourpicasso25 @franglishetchocolat @omedapixel and anyone who wants to do it!

[chromalogue]

They swore up and down that Germany has real cold and real snow, but it’s been raining since before I got back.  The river is high and brown and swollen. 

I don’t carry an umbrella, because most of the time toting around this weird instrument that interferes with everyone around me and takes up one of my hands and has to be carried in just such a way is several orders of magnitude  more annoying than just getting wet.  But last Thursday I walked to my German class in a steady downpour and even in a distressingly waterproof coat I got so absolutely soaked that four hours later, my bra was still soaked through. I turned on the heat in my office and tried to read Mark Noll with my chest pressed up against the radiator which was a) not comfortable but b) more comfortable than sitting there damp and shivering. 

Then I slogged down to the centre of campus for lunch and a library book, and discovered that the book I’d ordered wasn’t waiting on the main campus, but on another one a few streets south.  And at first I just thought I’d knock off an hour early and pick it up on my way home, but turns out that library closes at 4, so I left four hours early, because although it would have been a matter of a ten-minute walk back up the street to get back to my office, I wasn’t putting myself through that again.  I found this other campus, got into the library building, defeated the Minotaur, and picked up my book, which I had to put into my plastic portfolio for protection, because by this time the ink from everything was bleeding onto everything else.

This was my first time in months walking home during full daylight, and I saw the sidewalk covered in drowning earthworms.  Anytime I saw one still moving, I took a leaf and moved it as gently as I could onto the grass.  Because at this point it’s not like I was going to get wetter.  And then when I got home I stripped everything off, hung it up, crawled under my duvet, and went to sleep.  But this past vacation, if you’d told me that I would be rescuing earthworms in January, I wouldn’t have paid any attention.  Partly because it would have seemed so improbable and partly because I was trying to haul a bundle buggy through a foot of snow. 

My dad’s gonna be fine, it looks like.  He stopped eating at the hospital, but now he’s eating again and getting stronger.  But now my uncle is in with pneumonia and a disturbingly high heart rate.  I know it’s just the way things happen, but it feels like when I leave everything falls apart. 

But I’m paid now, and that makes here much nicer, rain notwithstanding.  I found out I can turn my own heat on, and the store has trout caviar for 4 euros, and it’s like tiny fishy pomegranate seeds.  I got myself Netflix and I’m puzzling my way through Mord mit Aussicht. 

Naomi Novik’s Scholomance series was thoroughly amazing.  Now I’m rereading the old Nancy Drew books, because I loved them as a kid and I want to understand what I was thinking.  And as a holdover from my pre-being-paid days, listening to John Galsworthy’s The Man of Property on audiobook.  Probably says loads about my upbringing, but there’s something deeply soothing for me about a posh accent minutely describing landscapes and rich people and their furniture.  I mean, I gather stuff happens in the book, but so far it’s the aforementioned rich people obliquely pondering enduring questions that are I’m sure important but nowhere near as pressing as “What if I never get paid?”  And it’s been marvellous to nod off to, so much so that after six weeks I’m at part 4 of 13. 

[catxcatxcatxx]

yoooooo i tried to explain gilmore girls to my friend recently because she hadnt before seen it. it was more difficult than i expected so she should really just watch it. its so good!

omg it's an ask :0 tysmm (rambling and run-on sentences ahead; spoilers below the cut for a year in the life as well as season 7 of the show)

Plot summary for Gilmore Girls for those who haven't watched it: Single teen mom (she's 32 at the beginning of the show but she got pregnant when she was 16) (Lorelai) in a small town asks her big-city millionare mother (Emily) who she hates for money to send her daughter (Lorelai Jr. a.k.a. Rory) to prep school, also she runs a hotel and the show is also about Rory's love life and she kind of goes off the rails at the end.

Anyways so gilmore girls is one of my favourite shows (it was kind of ruined for me by the youtube video essays but it's still really cool) but I def agree that it is a great show, especially later seasons when Rory really gets off the hook I think that's just funny.

Anyways the downfall of Rory Gilmore is something I think about a lot, since in the show, she gets accepted to multiple ivy league schools but in a year in the life she's unemployed and moves back into her hometown and I think that's weird. Like. And in a year in the life she also sleeps around with Logan, who is the person she rejected in season 7 and she's pregnant as well with his baby (presumably, the father is never revealed but there's only two possible guys, Logan and the chewbacca) and I think the ending was really weird as well, my ideal ending would be Rory marrying Logan (ik that's a bit of an amatonormative take but here it makes sense bc we do very much know she's still in love with him 10 years later and this marriage would have been a strategic marriage as well for the entire Gilmore family) and hopefully a Rory redemption arc?

But what I like about Gilmore Girls the most is Sookie, Stars Hollow, and Luke's. I love her so much. She has such a bubbly personality, reminds me a lot of some of the people at the daycare I work at, we need more sookies in this world. I also really like the town of Stars Hollow, I live in a big city with lots of suburban sprawl so I barely even know my neighbours and all of my friends live entire car drives and Stars Hollow just seems like the perfect place because of the sense of community you just don't get in the suburbs. And also Luke's diner, when I went to Quebec in 2021 there were diners everywhere and it sucks that there are no diners where I live except for the upscale ones because they truly are wonderful places and they're mostly small family businesses as well (Just like Luke's).

There's probably a bunch of sideplots I haven't mentioned, I haven't watched Gilmore Girls since 2021 and I forget a lot of the sideplots so yeah. Also if you liked Gilmore Girls, I recommend Gossip Girl (2007) as well, the character of Blair Waldorf basically goes off the rails in the same way Rory did in Gilmore Girls, it's kind of the opposite of Gilmore Girls though because both stories involve a poor kid going to a posh school but Gossip Girl is from the prespective of the rich kids whereas Gilmore Girls is from the pov of the poor kid, I'll probably do a ramble about Gossip Girl as well eventually,

Thank you for the ask I appreciate it so much!

[chuuyanakaahara]

rich kids yaoyorozu and bakugou is my favorite trope. specifically rich, bougie, and fashion-oriented yaoyorozu and bakugou.

"are you really wearing those jeans? you should be ashamed to even own those, christ. they do not flatter your hips. go change."

"and yet here you are, in pants three sizes too big. cargo pants."

"ugly but fucking useful!"

"you said it, not me..."

[silurisanguine]

OOh these are good, so I'm going to answer for both my main OCs (but ill do them one at a time) -

Zofie Orel

1 -How does your OC feel about their full name?

She is used to people mispronouncing it as Sofie, so much so that her cover name is Sofia. But she loves that she has the Czech version of it. She found out her surname means eagle, which amuses her greatly, considering. 2 - What do strangers notice about them first?

If she isn't wearing sunglasses, then her augmented yellow eyes. If she is, then her pillar box red hair.

3 - How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone? Her cover personality comes across as a well-to-do socialite with a posh English accent. When alone or in trusted company, she becomes far more relaxed and her natural accent (soft Welsh) comes out more. 4 - How do they act around a crush?

Flirtatious but with a dry sense of humour attached, but only once she has gauged it is safe to be so around them. Kiara - self-doubting and overthinking. But can be flirtatious. 5 - Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

I'm afraid she's got an excellent poker face from years of training. But she rarely lies to those she trusts. 6 - What do they smell like?

When undercover, she wears an expensive perfume that isn't overpowering (think Gaultier female). At home, it's what ever shampoo she's used and on the hunt, nothing to avoid being detected. 7 - What is their hair texture like?

Dry without regular treatment due to the colour it is, but otherwise very straight and soft. 8 - How much jewellery do they wear, and do they have a favourite or distinguishing piece?

Zofie will wear necklaces and earrings when in her cover role, usually things she has crafted herself, but otherwise the most she will wear are some silver ear-studs. 9 - Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

"Bloody Hell" and "Odpočívej v pokoji" (Rest in peace in Czech) 10 - What is a weird quality that they have?

Always runs warm thanks to her Sentinel, so much so that she will have a ceiling fan running even in winter in her bedroom. 11 - What colour do they look strikingly good in?

Rich dark velvety reds. 12 - How do they show affection to someone they love?

Company when their significant other doesn't want to talk but needs someone around. Stroking the head and back of their neck . Soft kisses where Augments meet flesh. 13 - Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

When in cover she tends to wear sunglasses as her eyes intimidate some people, but once she knows someone doesn't judge her for them, she is very eye contact. 14 - What attributes do they have, that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

She gained her parents sense of right and wrong. Of responsibility and understanding of how the world really works, for better or worse. She gained their sense of honour and justice. Physically, She once had her father's eye colour, and she has her mother's complexion. 15 - Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related, and in what way?

Zofie's greatest strength is a weakness, yes. She is heavily augmented, which both helps and hinders her in her work. Her drive to succeed can also hinder her, as she often gets annoyed if she fails. 16 - How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life?

She was an only child, raised with other children from the Assassin's headquarters. Her world view is one that has seen things other kids would never have done. She is better educated than most, but sometimes she wonders what it would have been like to have been a 'normal, naive to the world kid'. But she wouldn't change the way she was raised for anything, as her parents love and protected her whilst she grew up. As said before, she also grew up understanding what justice and freedom actually mean thanks to her extended family. Great questions OP! now to do my other oc Kiara!

✧ OC Asks! ✧

I compiled a short list of some questions that I hadn’t seen yet to help you (and me) have some fun while developing OCs. Feel free to answer these yourself, or ask someone else!

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

4. How do they act around a crush?

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

6. What do they smell like?

7. What is their hair texture like?

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

And that’s all! Remember to reblog with your answers, I’m genuinely curious to hear about other people’s characters/writing processes!

Part II: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/671647292219097088/oc-asks-part-ii