#into the howard college verse

[mikewheelertmmoved]

@depictedblue​​ rolled the dice ;; #15 ›» ( spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song or 🎁 for a shuffled one )

         ⸻ la storia infinita by pinguini tattici nucleari

The late hours of the night should have been for sleeping,  or so it was like that for most people,  except Mike,  the guy who had forgotten what it meant to sleep for more than a couple of hours per night.  Reason why there he was,  sitting on the old swing set,  a rather oversize sweater ( definitely not his ) almost keeping his whole frame hidden,  only the tip of his fingertips barely peeking through the sleeves,  & gaze focused on the dark night sky,  barely any stars in sight.

At least he had company,  albeit there was silence stretching between the two of them,  it was a comfortable one,  until whispered words broke the spell,  ❝ Sometimes it feels like we are just monsters afraid to find a child under our bed. ❞  Cryptic words,  or perhaps he was simply reminiscing his lost childhood.

[mrxadreamin]

"Wait, I need to delete my browser history first!" – Jeon Chiaki, Son of Solomon, Circa. 2024

After a millenia(not really), I finally made an oc for WHB and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders!

With that, I offer you my son, Chi-chi Jeon Chiaki <3 now if you will excuse me I am going to rest my achey hands adjfgfdhd

Voice Actors:

(KR)Lee Sang-ho (Lilac Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom, Wise from Zenless Zone Zero)

(EN)Howard Wang (Xie Lian from TCGF, Louis from Morariarty the Patriot)

(JP)Daiki Yamashta (Ritsu Sakuma from ensemble stars)

Personality: Most of the time Chiaki is level-headed and calm, not one to jump the gun onsite. Also quite sarcastic and sassy, it’s a form of coping as well as a defense mechanism for himself. Despite his calm demeanor, he’s not the type to sit back and take things. As someone who’s quite observant, he’s the type to analyze first and act after. However, all trains of thought are gone when his loved ones are on the line and his fury will set ablaze that even makes Satan blush(literally…). Chiaki, despite having gone through enough, has carried an outlook on life that extends far beyond optimism, always the type to believe that things will turn out okay while sticking to reality. In his own way, Chiaki can be rather playful and cheeky with most and due to his charm alone, he can coax others into doing what he wants to meet his own goals– for the greater good of course! Considering his past experiences, he acts as a maternal figure for many, especially those who lacked such internal warmth, but has a spot big enough for Chiaki to hold them. Chiaki is a chivalrous pervert, but with some virtue. He tends to get distracted by his own lewd thoughts and has always been open about his sexuality. Sex positive, Chiaki indulges others in their sexual interests and endeavors! Interestingly enough, he’s also one of the densest people on Earth, so it will take a lot for his man to even get a single hint!

Confidence point: Shoulders and thighs

Favorite food(s): grilled brisket

Hobby: writing songs and reading erotica novels

Ideal Type: someone more dependable and carefree

Backstory: Chiaki had a loving childhood, his mother was a piano teacher and his father was a lawyer. Coming from a humble past, he wanted to get involved with music like his mother. Thus, he aspired to be a songwriter and musician when he grew older, but that dream was crushed when he lost his family at an early age and was later taken in by Minhyeok and his family. Chiaki had nothing left from them except for a key necklace that his father gave to him. “No matter what, hold onto this, there will be a time when you will need it most,” his father urged, only a few days before he was brutally murdered alongside his wife. Chiaki didn’t get what his father meant–not until he witnessed his best friend getting hurt right before his eyes and having made a contract with the King of Fury to save him. Only then did he truly understand.

Trivia:

Is bisexual, and is a verse-switch(do not let his looks fool you!). Learned that he was bi when he was around 14 years old and his first crush was Minhyeok.

Before he went to hell, he worked at a bookstore and also read to children on occasion. Also worked part time at a music store and would teach music lessons on occasion.

Attended the same college as Minhyeok as a Music theory major, with a minor in  Literature

Talented singer and dancer. When he was still attending university, he would be seen dancing in the studio or recording songs in one of booths of the music buildings.

Knows how to play guitar and piano. Knows music theory.

Having lost his family, he learned to cook for himself and with the help of Minhyeok.

His father is Korean and his mother is Japanese. 

Speaks both Korean, Satoori, and Japanese. Satoori comes out when he’s angry.

Does in fact have a skin care routine even after descending to hell.

His favorite sanrio characters are Kuromi and Pochacco 

Before his ascension to Hell, some of his friends called him Qiqi because he used to play genshin impact(or whatever equivalent), and whenever he pulled for a character, he got Qiqi instead, losing the 50/50. They also call him Chichi due to his "impressive" chest size, which he refuses to acknowledge.

Has written and composed his own songs, some of which are saucy, raunchy in their own way. He keeps them in a journal, but regrets not taking said journal with him before leaving to Hell.

Going in depth with his hobbies aside from songwriting, he collects erotica novels and manga, but doesn’t have a porn collection like the original mc, but that doesn’t mean he owns a few toys himself.

owns a light purple galaxy z flip5, but uses it for selfies and nudes. He uses the phone Satan gave him for contacts.

In terms of combat, he was able to wield various weapons during his time in hell, more specifically weapons made of Sitri's blood. He wields both a glade and a hammer.

Can make barriers out of silver/gold

Can summon large extraterritorial monsters from his coffin(given by Leviathan) and hang people on command if need be.

Design Notes:

Character inspo: Cealus and Dr. Ratio(Hontai Star rail), Epel Felmier(twst), Eiden(Nu:Carnival), Shoto(Vtuber/indie), Uki Violeta(Noctyx, Nijisanji EN), Solomon(Obey me & WHB), Joenghan(Seventeen)

concept outfit: white v-line shirt, dark purple cuffed pants, white converse(platforms), and has a purple cardigan/jacket. 

Chiaki is a man of comfortability hence he would be seen wearing cardigans, sweaters, etc.

His main outfit as derived from Eiden(Nu:carnival) but instead of a jacket, I decided that a cardigan would fit him best due to lax personality and nature. Not to mention his previous occupation as a bookseller/keeper and a music tutor and musician.

Since his favorite color is purple, he can be seen wearing lots of cool, warm purples and sometimes blues and pinks.

Relationships

[wanderingthroughsands]

Wandering through sands

Author's note: I wrote this fic two years ago in my native language. Due to differences in our "fanfiction cultures," in mine I use a first-person narrative, and also, my protagonist actually have a name because I wholeheartedly believe (and I think so does Neil Gaiman) that names do have meaning. If any of you feel discouraged by this, I'm sorry. But I hope you will come along on the ride with me anyway. And of course, I apologize for any language mistakes.

This is my spare blog btw. I'm too embarassed to post this fic on my main account.

Premise: My mom always says I was "a child of her dreams". I rarely cried, even more rarely got scared, and never, ever—something she still loves to emphasize—woke up screaming at night. And indeed, even today, I cannot recall ever having a nightmare in my life. But this does not mean that nightmares never happen to me, for in truth, I see nightmares quite often, maybe even more often than a regular person. It’s just that—these are not my nightmares.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x original fem!character

Timeline: Netflix series-verse with hints of comics, post-season one

Content Warning: swearing, angst, tension, threat, basically Dream being Dream, mentions of sexual abuse later in the story, not proofread :(

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Prologue

And meet me there Bundles of flowers We'll wade through the hours of cold Winter shall howl at the walls Tearing down doors of time – "Promise" by Ben Howard

Ever since I remember, I’ve always had this feeling that there was something wrong with me. But not in the typical sense of "wrong", with all the usual trappings of being different from the rest of the world and nurturing a sense of uniqueness that, understandably, no one ever openly admits to. It was rather something that had always existed within me, something indefinable, that, despite my biggesr efforts, has thus far prevented me from being happy.

Over the span of my twenty-three years, I must have heard my mother’s incomprehensible pride at least a million times, as she recounted to all our friends and acquaintances that I truly was a child of her dreams. I rarely cried, even more rarely got scared, and never, ever—something my mother still likes to emphasize—woke up screaming at night. And indeed, even today, I cannot recall ever having a nightmare in my life. But this does not mean that nightmares never happen to me, for in truth, I see nightmares quite often, maybe even more often than a regular person.

It’s just that... These are not my nightmares.

It all began with the accident that confined me to a hospital bed for several weeks, just before the end of high school. It's amazing how vividly I remember that day, though it was not unlike the others, filled with discussions about college choices and tentative steps towards packing my bags. On the day of the accident, I slept longer than usual, so when I finally entered the kitchen, my mother was just closing the apartment door behind her. I remember what I ate, what I wore, what I listened to as I left the stairwell, which bus I took, and at what time I headed to the library. I remember the face of the elderly man sitting next to me and the woman with a child pressed so tightly to her chest that it might as well have been an extension of her own body.

I also remember the moment I got off near the park, where, as usual, it was bustling with people. A group of young boys were tossing a ball, couples strolled along the gravel paths, and children dashed among the trees. I paused on the sidewalk, adjusted the bag on my shoulder, and some impulse, an inner compulsion, made me look toward a distant bench, as if I expected to meet someone there, although I was supposed to go in the opposite direction. It was a unique feeling, something between fear and anticipation, like when you hear the sound of rustling bushes during a walk through a dark, silent forest. In that split second, before I took a step in that direction and was brutally struck by a man speeding on his hoverboard, I saw two people: a beautiful, dark-skinned woman and a man with black hair and skin white as snow. And then...

My mother told me, sobbing, that I had been unconscious for two days, though I could swear that in my mind, decades, if not centuries, had passed before I came back to life.

At first, I was surrounded by boundless fields of green, which I traversed with an incredible calmness I had never felt before. I could literally feel the softness of the grass under my feet, the gentle breezes stroking my hair, the pleasant warmth of the sun's rays on my skin. I’m almost certain I didn’t wonder if I had die at that time —however ridiculous it might sound, in that beautiful place full of greenery, I felt more alive and present than ever. It was as if something had awakened within me, filling me with a fresh, invigorating energy I had sought in vain for years.

Absorbing this newly discovered tranquility, I wandered forward for countless hours until I finally came upon a door hidden among the trees. When I passed through it, the soothing greenery disappeared—replaced by a picture of a young woman, visibly terrified, hiding from something or someone in an old, dilapidated residential building.

I was sure I had never seen her before, yet I immediately felt her fear, her vigilance, though not quite as if they were my own—rather, as if my heart somehow knew their source, their origin, and their meaning. I looked around and, seeing no threat she was anticipating, decided to approach her. The woman acted strangely, casting glances everywhere, breathing heavily and whispering something to herself. When I drew near, at first she screamed, then threw herself at my knees and, gripping my hands tightly, she sobbed:

"Please, you have to help me escape, I can't go through this again! You must help me, please, please, get me out of here!"

"Where are we?" I asked confused, kneeling in front of her. "What is this place?"

"You have to help me, I won't survive this again, he'll be here any minute now!"

"Who? Who will be here? And how can I help you?"

The woman burst into tears and pushed away my hands, curling up in the corner of the corridor and burying her head in her arms. I heard her whispering again, but I couldn't make out a word.

"Please, tell me what’s happening here?" I approached her slowly, and when I came close enough for my face to almost touch her hair, I finally managed to hear her say:

"I just want to wake up... I just want to wake up... I just want to wake up..."

"So this is a dream?" I stood up and looked around again, only to realize I had never been in a place like this before, and certainly had never dreamt of anything like it in my life. Was I now dreaming the nightmare of a stranger, then? Why? And was that a reason I felt no fear myself but could actually know hers with every fiber of my body?

The woman kept whispering to herself, sobbing between words, and completely involuntarily I began to ponder if, and how I could help her wake up.

"You know you're just dreaming, right?" I said to her in the gentlest voice I could muster. "And you actually can wake up if you choose to?"

When she didn't respond, I touched her arm and continued, "When there's something I don't like in my dream, I try to change it. Like when I run too slow, I imagine I have roller skates on my feet, and they appear instantly. Once you realize that you’re dreaming, it is actually quite easy to wake up, at least most of the time. Would you try that for me?"

"He'll be here soon, he'll be here soon," she whimpered, as if she hadn't heard a single word I just said, and when she abruptly turned her face to me, I saw true anguish on her face. "Help me escape from here, please, I’m begging you, just help me get out!"

"Alright, alright, it’s okay! Please, at least try to calm down," I said and closed my eyes tightly as I strained to find a solution to her trouble.

The woman was too terrified to rationally analyze her situation and pave her way to awakening. But I wasn't. Despite all the bizarre happenings in my dream, I felt nothing but compassion for her and her overwhelming fear. And since apparently it was my dream, not hers, no matter how twisted it might be, I could try to do the same thing I always did when a dream turned unpleasant—change it.

"Give me your hand," I requested, and she reached out her trembling hand, allowing me to help her up. "I'll try to take you home."

Staring at the stone wall, gripping her fingers, I thought about the door, behind which she could wake up. On the other side it could be her room, her bed, her home—didn’t really matter to me how they might look, because it all was just one of my dreams and the girl probably didn't even exist at all... But if I could somehow do anything to actually bring her peace, I would try to take her wherever she wanted.

As predicted, and utterly against all logic, the doors appeared almost instantly, seamlessly integrated into the dilapidated building as if they hadn’t appear there at my unspoken request.

"You'll walk through these doors now," I said, taking a step towards them with her. "And when I close them behind you, you'll wake up, and this nightmare won't haunt you anymore."

"I want to wake up..." She kept repeating. "I want to wake up..."

"This way you can escape from here. Go. And I hope your next dreams will be much less frightening."

The girl disappeared in an instant, but she immediately got replaced by a frightened boy at a school board. Then there was a monk, who saw devil faces in the image of Jesus. Then a man standing with bloodied hands over a child's body. Then a couple engaged in a fierce argument. Nightmare after nightmare, I participated in hundreds of scenarios, witnessing pain, death, illnesses, wounds, rejection, loneliness... and each time, helping dreamers to awaken, because they just couldn't end their nightmares on their own. It was the longest, most astonishing dream I had ever experienced.

And when I finally woke up myself, I immediately felt that something was wrong with the place I had re-entered. And with me as well—except this time, I clearly felt as though I had transitioned from a safe haven in the dream world into my personal nightmare of reality.

I had suffered a serious head injury and a broken leg. My mother watched over me almost constantly, first in the hospital and then at home. Friends dropped by occasionally to bring me school updates or simply to check on me. After a few painful weeks, the cast was removed, and I began rehabilitation. I recovered relatively quickly... at least from a medical standpoint.

Because my bizzare dreams never ceased. They returned regularly, offering me a kind of respite from everyday life, despite the terrifying images and intense emotions of the people I encountered. Awakening people became my own personal mission — meanwhile, I started college, then finished it, and applied for an internship at a small publishing house.

The accident rooted yet another thing within me. Fear. And anticipation. Several times I returned to that park, waiting for the mysterious couple to appear again — the beautiful, young woman and the man as dark as the universe. However, years passed, and they never came.

Until that one night came, the night full of awakenings like many other nights before. And then suddenly, amidst all the nightmares, I finally encountered Dream.

[tieflingkisser]

Dozens of deaths reveal risks of injecting sedatives into people restrained by police

At least 94 people died after they were given sedatives and restrained by police from 2012 through 2021, according to findings by the AP in collaboration with FRONTLINE (PBS) and the Howard Centers for Investigative Journalism. That’s nearly 10% of the more than 1,000 deaths identified during the investigation of people subdued by police in ways that are not supposed to be fatal. About half of the 94 who died were Black, including [Demetrio] Jackson. Behind the racial disparity is a disputed medical condition called excited delirium, which fueled the rise of sedation outside hospitals. Critics say its purported symptoms, including “superhuman strength” and high pain tolerance, play into racist stereotypes about Black people and lead to biased decisions about who needs sedation.

[...]

Paramedics drugged some people who were not a threat to themselves or others, violating treatment guidelines. Medics often didn’t know whether other drugs or alcohol were in people’s systems, although some combinations cause serious side effects. Police officers sometimes improperly encouraged paramedics to give shots to suspects they were detaining. Responders occasionally joked about the medications’ power to knock their subjects out. “Night, night” is heard on videos before deaths in California, Tennessee and Florida. Emergency medical workers, “if they aren’t careful, can simply become an extension of the police’s handcuffs, of their weapons, of their nightsticks,” said Claire Zagorski, a paramedic and an addiction researcher at the University of Texas at Austin.

[...]

In Minneapolis, an oversight agency found the use of ketamine during police calls rose dramatically from 2012 through 2017 and body-camera video showed instances of officers appearing to pressure paramedics to use ketamine and joking about its power. The department told officers they could never “suggest or demand” the use of sedation. Facing criticism, Hennepin Healthcare halted a study examining the effectiveness of ketamine on agitated patients. The Food and Drug Administration later found the research failed to protect vulnerable, intoxicated people who had not given consent. By 2021, the American College of Emergency Physicians warned ketamine impacted breathing and the heart more than previously believed.

[...]

But the AP’s findings show risks of sedation go beyond ketamine, which was used in at least 19 cases. Roughly half of the 94 deaths documented by the AP came after the use of midazolam, which has long been known to heighten the risk of respiratory depression. Many came during police encounters in California, where ketamine is not widely used. Midazolam, a common pre-surgery drug known by the brand name Versed, is also part of a three-drug cocktail used in some states to execute prisoners. Other cases involved a range of other drugs, including the antipsychotic medications haloperidol and ziprasidone, which can cause irregular heartbeats.

[...]

Yet, over time, prominent medical groups and some experts pointed to overuse of sedation during police encounters and a disproportionate impact on Black people. Even supporters of the practice have acknowledged that the wrong patients at times have been injected. The deaths of Black men in police custody, including the 2020 killing of George Floyd, put pressure on the medical community to re-examine excited delirium. The ER doctors group in 2023 withdrew approval of the 2009 paper and said excited delirium shouldn’t be used in court testimony. Some doctors called that decision political and note the group still recognizes a similar condition — hyperactive delirium with severe agitation — that can be treated with sedation. But today no major medical association legitimizes excited delirium.

[...]

In more than a dozen cases reviewed by AP, police asked for or suggested the use of sedatives, calling into question whether medics were working for law enforcement or in patients’ interests. Officers often suggested their detainees had excited delirium.

[ironfey-42]

Love is the Flower You've Got to Let Grow [PHOTO EDIT]

This is basically a what-if Stephen and Tony knew each other since they were kids, but they kinda drifted apart cuz shit happened.

Prompts: Treehouse, Fireworks, Streetlights

The quotes used in the edit are by Loretta Young and John Galsworthy.

AO3

A little headcanon/au idea below:

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This idea is still within the MCU verse but not Endgame compliant. All the stuff in the movies still happened, but the beginning is different. Maria went on a trip with Tony and the Jarvises while Howard was busy doing SI stuff. Maria just wanted Tony to have fun and isn’t constantly grilled about what he knows by Howard.

Let’s somehow make Beverly, Stephen’s mom, be friends with Maria, so they want Stephen and Tony to meet. Howard has a winter home in the Rockies or whatever, so Maria invited the Stranges to the winter home. Tony and Stephen immediately click, having so much fun because Tony isn’t punished for doing childish things for the first time ever. Stephen has someone to play with who isn’t his sister; Donna is still a baby. 

Tony and Stephen play in the treehouse, where it’s warm inside; Jarvis and Ana are in the little sunroom next to the treehouse to keep an eye on them. Tony and Stephen have so much fun playing make-believe. Like the whole week, Stephen and Tony can be found playing in the snow and the treehouse.

A time skip to like the high school times, and Tony got early admission to college, so (some mathing is happening) Stephen as a senior who just graduated, Tony in his third year of college. Tony and Stephen kind of drifted apart between the time skip. Let’s just imagine Obadiah convincing Howard to change his mind when Maria wants to relax at their winter home and take Tony with her to have fun in the snow away from the grilling from Howard. It’s summer, and Stephen just graduated and he’s on a summer trip with his parents, but they’re letting him explore by himself. They’re in New York, and Stephen is wandering around Central Park when he sees a familiar face. Tony recognizes him too but is hesitant because what if it isn’t Stephen? Anyways, Rhodey pushes Tony into calling out for Stephen because he can tell that Tony might have feelings for him. Rhodey walks a few paces away from the two because that’s his brother with someone he doesn’t know, even though Tony knows him. Rhodey is a little overprotective because he’s witnessed many people just using Tony to get some kind of 15 minutes of fame or money. Stephen and Tony end up watching the fireworks that go off at night. That’s also the same night that Rhodey knows the two are meant to be, but the timing isn’t fitting, like it’s not time for them to be a couple yet.

Another time skip, and again isn’t time yet for Tony and Stephen to be a couple, and they know it.  It’s been a few years since the last time they met. Stephen has graduated pre-med and is now in med school. Tony has graduated and is taking the reins of Stark Industries a few years after the death of his parents. The two just happened to see each other as they walked the sidewalks in downtown new york. They also end up spending a few hours together. It’s nighttime and theyre at central park and under a lamp, they kiss. They know that they love each other, but it isn’t time yet. They kiss as a promise to find each other in the future.

Bonus Time Skip:

Many times skip later, and it’s post Endgame, and Tony is still alive. During Infinity War, when Pepper and Tony were at Central Park, they were just sharing their wedding dreams. Pepper thinking about her future wedding plans for her, Happy and May, and Tony thinking about Stephen and what their wedding might look like. Again, Peter Quill and Rocket remembered how the Guardians dealt with the Power Stone and got everyone to hold hands with Tony, so the energy from the Infinity Stones isn’t all following into Tony. Tony wakes up in a hospital bed and Stephen is asleep in a chair next to his bed. Stephen wakes up when Tony places his hand on top of Stephen’s head. Stephen abruptly stands and passionately kisses Tony right on the lips. After they kiss, Tony all of a sudden proposes on the spot. Stephen says yes. Tony convinces Stephen to get on the hospital bed so they can cuddle. Rhodey who also happens to be in the room is like “Oof this is deja vu with the rooftop scene all over again.”

[sysba]

my characters

* thought i’d post this list that was sitting in my drafts; not all of them because i have too many but have some (if) ocs ♡

ORIGINAL / MISC VERSES

edith blake. original, the wayhaven chronicles, the exile verse ♡ she/any (queer). november 13th. fc: laura james. 5′11/181cm. ROs: cal, adam du mortain. connections: kiara kingston (sister). 

freddie han. ear candy verse. ♡ he/him (m). february 14th. fc: christian yu. 5′9/174cm. ROs: shiloh rue, winslow montgomery. connections: ryuwon han (sister).

ryuwon han. straight red verse. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: ryu. fc: kim do-yeon. 5′10/179cm. ROs: jude schofield. connections: freddie han (brother).

zoe beckett. original (modern gods verse), the wayhaven chronicles ♡ she/her (f). fc: misc. 6′/184cm. ROs: veera, nat sewell. connections: jada beckett-jones (cousin). tag.

A MAGE REBORN

atalanta daenys ♡ she/they (nb). specialty: spiritism + alchemy. fc: misc. 5′7/170cm. ROs: elias revelois.

ANDROMEDA SIX

ersa altalune peg’asi ♡ she/her (agender). species: kitalphan. fc: emily browning. 5′1/154cm. ROs: vexx serif.

ATTOLLO

nefta gil ♡ she/her (f). august 15th. fc: misc. 5′1/156cm. ROs: sysba, dreamwalker.

BLOOD MOON

selene king ♡ she/her (f). beta. fc: phoebe tonkin. 5′7/172cm. ROs: farroq khan.

starling baluyot ♡ she/they (nb). alpha. fc: beatrice laus. 5′3/161cm. ROs: marco.

BLOOMING PANIC

anya petrova ♡ she/they (genderfluid). username: gothitax. fc: florzoye on ig. 5′1/155cm. ROs: nakedtoaster, toastyx.

BODY COUNT

kim ngo ♡ they/them (nb). fc: naomi roestel. 5′10/178cm. ROs: arthur campbell.

angelica vaughan ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: angie. fc: benedetta gargari. 5′8/172cm. ROs: vinh nguyen.

CHECKMATE IN 3 MOVES

cahya vinteren ♡ she/her (f). fc: brianne tju. 5′1/154cm. ROs: noir zu, jareth january.

diamond emeraude vinteren ♡ she/they (nb). fc: savannah smith. 5′7/170cm. ROs: sailor bones, hawthorne (spilt milk).

CHOICES: BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS

nehal nightbloom ♡ she/all (genderfluid). species: elf. fc: misc. 5′11/180cm. ROs: all. tbd.

CHOICES: OPEN HEART

victoria torres ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: vic, v. fc: tashi rodriguez/ giovana cordeiro. 5′1/155cm. ROs: bryce lahela.

COLLEGE TENNIS: ORIGIN STORY

angel rivas ♡ they/he (nb). fc: omar rudberg. 5′9/175cm. style: all-court player. doubles partner: rayyan. ROs: rayyan afiq. 

FIELDS OF ASPHODEL

persephone ♡ she/any (agender). fc: misc/anya chalotra. 5′6/167cm. ROs: hades, tbd. tag.

INFAMOUS

kate hanna ♡ they/them (nb). august 23rd. full name: kateebah. stage name: arkane (prev: rickety kate). band: dance of the planets. genre(s): alt-rock, pop punk. fc: nour rizk. 6′2/187cm. ROs: seven lawless.

sung-won kang ♡ she/they (f). december 15th. nicknames: sunni, lucky. stage name: lady luck. band: WBM. genre(s): pop rap, R&B, hip-hop, EDM. fc: jeon so-yeon/kang min-ah. 5′7/169cm. ROs: griffin reign + victoria valentine, orion quinn.

OUR LIFE

jamie last ♡ they/them (nb). fc: tbd. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: cove holden.

cierra last ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: cherry. fc: kendra bailey/misc. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: derek suarez. 

marina howard ♡ she/her (f). fc: yvonne logan. 5′/153cm. ROs: baxter ward.

PERFUMARE

sharona west. real name: milagros ramon. ♡ she/her (nb). fc: lizeth selene. 5′3.5/161cm. ROs: flavio esposito.

naomi morren. real name: naomi kurosawa ♡ she/they (f). fc: rina fukushi. 5′10/179cm. ROs: reed esposito, laurent rosier.

PROJECT HADEA

sidra. real name: yuna arai. ♡ they/he (nb). fc: misc. 5′7/169cm. ROs: nash, rohan.

gienah. real name: izzi muhammad ♡ she/they (nb). fc: bonzaimai on ig/misc. 5′9/176cm. ROs: rhaxa. 

SCOUT: AN APOCALYPSE STORY

jamilah durant ♡ she/her (f).   nicknames: jam. fc: sharon alexie. 5′6/168cm. ROs: oliver shen.

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN

shanna wenrys ♡ she/they (f/nb). fc: misc. 4′11.5/151cm. ROs: blade bronwyn.

kiran rhune ♡ they/them (nb/genderfluid). fc: misc. 5′2.5/159cm. ROs: red antiqua.

SPEAKER

kassandra farhat ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: kass. fc: jamie gray-hyder. 5′11/179cm. ROs: li cowles, sebastian wynric. connections: sebille (sister), scooby boo (dog).

SUPERSTITION

sage roe ♡ she/her (f). fc: zoë kravitz. 5′2/157cm. ROs: zillah. 

THE BASTARD OF CAMELOT

mordred pendragon ♡ she/they/he (genderqueer). fc: tbd. ROs: galahad du lac.

THE EXILE

farja ja’qhar ♡ she/her (f). title: painted phoenix. fc: misc. 5′1/155cm. ROs: syfyn.

nathair cheronobog ♡ he/him (m). title: gilded gorgon. fc: noen eubanks. 6′5/196cm. ROs: vethna, +nikke.

neamhain rezoth ♡ they/them (nb). title: deathless demon. fc: tbd. ROs: freedom.

saeha lygris ♡ he/him (m). title: white wolf. fc: park seonghwa. 5′8/174cm. ROs: sabir + nikke.

THE MIDNIGHT HOURS

reyna santos ♡ she/her (f). fc: shay mitchell. 5′4/161cm. ROs: rylan villanueva.

ziv mays ♡ they/them (nb). fc: jaiiy d. moses. 6′/183cm. ROs: blane rekner.

salvador soto ♡ he/they (m). nicknames: chava. fc: misc/cristo fernández. 6′3/190.5cm. ROs: k de vries. 

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES

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OC Name Meanings

Tagged by @pikapeppa, thank you! 🥰

Tagging @ir0n-angel, @lilbittymonster, @bogunicorn and @espressocomfort. No pressure!

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OC's name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

Right, so...I have a lot of OC's. Holy crap, did this get long. I'll go by fandom to keep them organized, and listed here are just the main player types, not background characters. And if you want to know more about any of them, they can all be found here.

Fallout 4

Nora Howard (Junkyard 'Verse series): My first SoSu. Nora is the default name and I struggled for a long time to come up with a last name for her. At the time, I thought it would be funny for her to share a name with Todd Howard, and then it stuck.

Valara Thorsgaard (Set to Repeat, Subject to Change): Lamb the Younger gave me the first name and I liked it. Val, for short. The Scandinavian last name was just...I dunno, it felt right?

Honoria Wilcox (No One Knows): 'Honoria' is a version of Nora. Her maiden name was Beaufort, because it was slightly pretentious and so was Honoria's mother. Wilcox was her late husband's name and she was glad to take it.

Eleanor (Nights series): Another Nora variant, no last name.

Joan Whitfield (The Bargain): I wanted something different for this OC since she ends up with Kellogg. (All my Nora variants end up with Hancock.) The first name comes from my extended family, and the last name sounds lawyerish. 😆

Tien Xu (Unexpected): Ahh, the SoSu from my first real AU. She's a Chinese prisoner of war who ended up in the Vault. No real reason for her given name, but 'Tien' was my favorite chemistry professor's last name back when I was in college.

Alice Monroe (Amends to the Dead): My most recent SoSu. From the get go I wanted her to be a badass, because let's face it, you get pretty OP'd with some of those skills in-game. 'Alice' is a nod to Resident Evil. 'Monroe' is just because it sounded good.

Mass Effect Trilogy

Jayne Shepard (Soldier, Spectre, Savior series): It's the default FemShep name, but I changed the spelling. That's really it.

Jehanne Shepard (Some Kind of Resolution): Henna, for short. Jehanne is a phonetic variant of Jane.

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Aya Batra (Little Things): Batra is one of the surnames you can choose when making your Detective, but Aya was my own invention. It's a variation of an old D&D character (Aeo, who in turn is a variation on Io). Someday I want to write more for her.

Dragon Age

(oh boy, here we go)

Da'Fen Carlisle Mayers Lavellan (Until It Squeaks series): Carly, to her friends. My first MGIT. When I created her I wanted her to be a 'just some person' kind of character, so she needed a name that didn't stand out much. Tbh, I don't even like it. I think I was halfway through writing Twist when I decided it was short for Carlisle, which eased my meh a little. Then as time went on in the story, she earned the rest. Abelas was the first to call her 'Da'Fen' because she was the Consort of Fen'Harel, and she was formally adopted into Clan Lavellan after the events of the main game.

Imogen McLean (Wicked Things series): My ex wouldn't let me name Lamb the Younger Imogen when she was born, so I decided I would save it for a character someday. And so I did. 'McLean' because she's of Irish descent, and I knew a girl by that family name when I was a kid.

Eliana Hawke (Wicked Things series): I tend to give my F!Hawkes unique names, I guess. But this one was for the purpose of Imogen getting to call her Elly and Elly getting to call her Genny. It was a deliberate 'the names you use denote intimacy level' kind of thing.

Terisin Mahariel (Wicked Things series): It means 'Flint-like'. I wanted something hefty for the HoF, something that would give the impression of gravity and determination. And then everyone in the fic shortens it to 'Ter'. 🤣

Mira Foret (Driftwood series): This is actually a nickname, her full name is Almira. Her family name on Earth was 'Wood', and upon being transported to Thedas, she changed it to 'Foret', which is the Orlesian version of the word. There is actually a reason she has these names in particular, but that gets into level 40 IRL stuff, so I shan't say.

Carmilla Hawke (Maker Damned Fools): Cara, for short, and only if you have her permission. Back when I first wrote MDF, I had a notion that Leandra wanted to give all her children names beginning with the same letter. "How'd Bethany happen?" Varric asked. Because they didn't know they were having twins and had to come up with a name on the fly and Malcolm had a twisted sense of humor. It makes more sense in the fic. Anyway, she hates the name, and thus goes mostly by Hawke.

Hera Trevelyan (No More My Heart Beats Without You): I just liked it. Didn't even know it was the default name of F!Adaar. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ellisora Lavellan (Flowers For Fen'Harel series): Everyone uses Ellana. It's the default. I don't like defaults (usually) and will twist them around any which way until I find something I do like.

Sa'vir Lavellan (No Strings): It means 'the First Path' or, more precisely for her character, 'the Only Way'. It was both to give some backstory to her and was a nod to her being inspired by The Unending Wake's Vir.

Lahalaan Lavellan (My Blood On Your Hands, Your Teeth In My Skin): Ahh, my poor Laani. She kicked around as an OC for a long time before I finally was able to write something for her. She was always meant to have a longfic, but it never happened. It means 'Like the Foxes', and it suits her as a redhead and a rogue class.

La'Vise Lavellan (Just Like Fire): The title of the fic is the definition of the name. She is my one canon story. I am utterly unsurprised at myself for not finishing it.

Lark Cadash (All the Earth and Air series): Again, default is bleh. Malika > Lika > Lark. Then I leaned into the bird symbolism.

Shae Cadash (Destiny Is Just In the Timing): This is apparently a popular name for a Cadash, lol. In order to set her apart (both in fandom and in my head), it's actually a nickname. Her full name is Shaelgat, meaning 'Unto Shale', and it has Lore(tm). A daughter of every generation is named this, and will be until they find the golem they're named after.

Banal'ras Nydha, the Twice-Born (Hope Is a Fragile Thing): She's actually a MGIT, who was given the name 'the Shadow of Night' by Solas in the Fade before she became corporeal in Thedas. She has a shtick that goes with it, the ability to use Fade cloak even though she isn't a mage otherwise. Ya know, like Cole. Her story and name are part and parcel with each other and mostly because I wanted to make an OC who was Deeply Mysterious(tm) without ever explaining it. The legend-mark comes from the Avvar, among whom she lives at the start of her fic.

(we're almost done)

Virlas Lavellan (I'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife)): Default, bleh. Symbolically fitting name, yay. It means 'the Way That is Given' or something like that. This was a giftfic turned treat for the Solavellan Hell Exchange, and I didn't think too hard about the name other than something that would fit for a post-canon Lavellan.

Rinna Cadash (What Lies Beneath): Another giftfic OC. Dwarven names tend towards being short and this one just felt right.

Eshali'nan Lavellan (A Wolf Named Vengeance): This fic is a modern AU collab with my beloved Angel, and someday we'll finish it, lol. Esha, for short, was another OC that kicked around for a long time like Laani. She has quite a backstory that will likely never get told because frankly, I'm tired of writing DA retellings. Originally she was a Sentinel in Arlathan, who spent most of the intervening years in uthenera like Solas, but woke a generation ago. She lived with the Lavellan clan and was chosen to go to the Conclave. The name means 'Daughter of Vengeance' and was chosen for her at her elevation to Sentinel status.

Great googly moogly, I have too many OC's...

[indestructibleheart]

labyrinth for the wip game!!!

"Labyrinth" is the name of my 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' AU — named for the Taylor Swift song of the same name bc it's literally the fic in a nutshell lmao. I've already written the summary:

Devastated by his breakup with Patrick, David gives up Rose Apothecary and moves back to New York in an attempt to move on with his life. There, he’s introduced to Dr. Howard Mierzwaik, who claims to have the solution to his heartache: simply erase his fraught relationship from his memories. Convinced it’s the only way he can move forward, David agrees. However, once the process begins and he’s immersed in his memories of Patrick, David realizes that forgetting their relationship is the last thing he wants. 

Here is a snippet:

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy.” 

David opens his eyes and he’s in Patrick’s car on the night of his birthday. He remembers so vividly how the moonlight streaming through the windshield caught Patrick’s warm, brown eyes and turned them into caramel. 

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy,” Dream Patrick recites, “and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling…”

This isn’t how the memory goes. In reality, Patrick had needled him gently, like always, until David kissed him; he hadn't recited a Richard Siken poem. Still, this is the verse David thought about for days after that first kiss. It touches him far more now than it had when he’d first read Crush in college. Hearing it in Patrick’s voice now, even though it’s just his ghost — a fading memory — is cruel torture.

“But he reaches over and he touches you,” Patrick continues anyway, “like a prayer for which no words exist…”

David blinks tears from his eyes. “And you feel your heart taking root in your body,” he finishes, “like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”

Patrick just smiles that gentle smile of his. “This is the part where you kiss me.”

So, David does. He leans into the memory, placing his hand on the back of Patrick’s neck and kissing him for the first (last) time. It’s not their most passionate kiss, those come later — he’s already re-lived those — but it still might be the best kiss David’s ever experienced. Patrick kisses him softly, like a prayer for which no words exist, like no one before him ever had. It feels like a beginning, and David feels his chest crack open knowing that, tonight, it’s actually the end. 

When he pulls away, Patrick smiles like David just changed his life, and, fuck, David wishes he didn’t have to forget this smile. He reaches out and traces his thumb below Patrick’s lips. “Let me keep this,” he whispers — to himself, to the people standing around his bed, to God, he has no idea — “Let me keep this one.” 

“Wake up, David,” Patrick whispers back.

He shakes his head. “Will you be there when I do?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I don’t want this,” he admits. “I don’t want to forget you.”

Dream Patrick kisses his forehead. “Then wake up.”

[lboogie1906]

Dr. Jerome R. Riley (March 17, 1844 - December 31, 1929) From the age of ten he was able to recite long passages in Latin from Virgil’s Aeneid and then translate the sense of the verses. In 1856 he was among the first four graduates of the Buxton Mission School, where he gained a classical education in an integrated setting. He attended the University of Toronto, Ontario’s Knox College, graduating with honors. By 1861, he received his license to practice medicine in Canada West.

He left his practice in Chatham, Ontario, and joined the Union Army as a contract surgeon. He remained in the US after the War, becoming one of the five founders of the Freedmen’s Hospital, the forerunner of Howard University Hospital.

He attended the Chicago Medical College for a year in 1869. He transferred to Howard University in 1870, from which he an MD in Allopathic Medicine in 1873.

He moved to Pine Bluff, Arkansas, quickly rising to the post of Jefferson County Physician and Acting Coroner. He became an active Democrat and participated in the 1874 Constitutional Convention in Arkansas.

He returned to DC. He married the former Agnes N. Nalle of Virginia (1977-1910). He was hired as a Watchman for the Senate in the Forty-fifth Congress.

In 1891 the DC Democrats elected him as their president. He served two terms as head of the William J. Bryan Colored Democratic Club. In 1899, he formed the National Negro Anti-Expansion, Anti-Imperialist, Anti-Trust, and Anti-Lynching League.

He published The Philosophy of Negro Suffrage (1895). He wrote Evolution or Racial Development (1901) by Reach the Reached Negro (1903).

He and his wife lived in Seattle, Hartford. When his wife died in 1910 he moved to Brooklyn, where he would remain politically active and continue to write and accept speaking engagements until his death. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Stark Stables

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49428697 by wardog_of_the_endless Howard Stark is the third man in his family to breed and sell massive amounts of cavalry stock to the military but he wants something more lucrative than that. Thoroughbred racing is the sport of kings. And so he builds a kingdom. Tony Stark has been exercise riding and training since he was 12. When he suddenly returns from college, leaving his Polo string (and team) behind, Rhodey suspects something is wrong. As usual, Rhodey's right. Tony's home because James and he have split up, and James is on the Polo Team, so Tony wants to be anywhere else. The fact that his favorite horse is about to return to the track is a convenient excuse, but it probably won't fly for long.   Part of an Equine Avengers Verse Idea... Words: 3685, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of EquiVengers Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Peter Parker Relationships: Pepper Potts & James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark (past) Additional Tags: equestrian AU, Alternate Universe - Horse Racing, JARVIS (Iron Man) Is a Race Horse, Stark Resilient Is a Race Horse, Butterfingers Is a Race Horse, Polo Player Tony, Past James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark - Freeform, Former Jockey Tony Stark, Jockey Pepper Potts, Jockey Peter Parker, Retired Soldier James Rhodes, Slice of Life read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49428697

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‎⧗ main ‎⧗ bio ‎⧗ face ‎⧗ muse ‎⧗ wishlist ‎⧗

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

All details vary based on verse, but in general I play Natasha based on an MCU timeline with 616 plots/connections added as needed. Specifically, I almost always include her history with Bucky in the Red Room, whether that relationship was romantic or platonic. I also re-write her Endgame death as either Tony/Bruce's snap brought her back, or Steve traded the soul stone to bring her back. If you prefer one of her faceclaims over the other, feel free to request!

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I'm happy to ship Nat with other Marvel characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they're on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Bucky Barnes (happy to write and rewrite every AU for them), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Tony/Natasha Stark Possible Ships: Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Pepper Potts, Matt Murdock, probably most of the Avengers NOTPs: Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter, Howard Stark, Yelena Belova (they're not related by blood, but she still thinks of her as a sister), MCU Peter Parker (also more of a little sibling relationship) Family: YELENA PLEASE, I adore her. Always happy to write with Nat's canon (James, Mapone) or OC kids as well. Other: all Avengers, Gamora, Widows

default verses:

alt!postblip: A post-Endgame canon-divergent MCU verse where Thor's snap brings back Natasha, Tony lives, and Steve passes the shield on to Sam and stays in the current timeline.

mcu: A mashup MCU/616 verse that pulls Natasha's comics history in the Red Room, including her version of the super soldier serum and her connection with her former trainer, Bucky Barnes. It merges with the MCU timeline at the first Iron Man movie.

mom!verse: Any MCU/616 mashup AU where Natasha has canon or OC children.

multiverse!madness: Various comics universes collide, whether Marvel/DC/etc. have always existed on the same Earth, or other-dimension shenanigans are at work. Duplicate friendly!

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

college!verse: A modern/realistic AU where Natasha is a Criminal Justice/Forensic Sciences major. While this is a no-powers verse, she excels at reading people thanks to the abuse from her wealthy, crime connected father, and her primary goal is shielding her younger sister, Yelena, from the worst of him.

dark!winterverse: An MCU AU where Steve and Bucky both fall from the train and are captured and brainwashed as Winter Soldiers. They work together for decades until Steve starts to regain his memories, and he seeks out a Widow he once trained for help in freeing them.

super!mcu: A mash-up of the MCU and Supernatural and universes, where The Winchesters manage to stop the first apocalypse shortly before Thanos snaps away half the universe. Natasha discovers some of the freed Widows have been possessed by demons and joins the hunters.

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eve's totally normal multi-muse composed of a normal amount of muses.

GAMING. aloy, canon compliant, HORIZON. kotallo, canon compliant, HORIZON. cirilla of cintra, headcanons-based, THE WITCHER. jaskier pankratz, show-based and game-inspired, THE WITCHER. lisa sherwood, headcanons-based, DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. ellie willians, show-based for now, THE LAST OF US.

LITERATURE. amren, headcanons-based, ACOTAR. nesta archeron, headcanons-based, ACOTAR. annie cresta, canon compliant, HUNGER GAMES. enobaria gaschill, headcanons-based, HUNGER GAMES. swan de beaufort, headcanons-based, THE RAVEN CYCLE. ronan lynch, headcanons-based, THE RAVEN CYCLE. orla sargent, headcanons-based, THE RAVEN CYCLE. daenerys targaryen, headcanons-based, A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. sring venka, canon compliant, THE POPPY WAR. alina starkov, headcanons-based, GRISHAVERSE. nikolai lantsov, headcanons-based, GRISHAVERSE. nina zenik, headcanons-based, GRISHAVERSE. yadnichyevo (or nik's demon), headcanons-based, GRISHAVERSE. karen sirko, headcanons-based, DAISY JONES & THE SIX.

FILM. dani ardor, headcanons-based, MIDSOMMAR. cleo cazo, canon compliant, SUICIDE SQUAD. barbie roberts, headcanons-based, BARBIE UNIVERSE. ronal, canon compliant, AVATAR.

TELEVISION. leah rilke, canon compliant, THE WILDS. shelby goodkind, canon compliant, THE WILDS. shauna shipman, canon compliant, YELLOWJACKETS. octavia blake, canon compliant, THE HUNDRED. villanelle, headcanons-based, KILLING EVE. bela talbot, canon compliant, SUPERNATURAL. claire novak, canon compliant, SUPERNATURAL. dean winchester, headcanons-based, SUPERNATURAL. lydia martin, headcanons-based, TEEN WOLF. max mayfield, canon compliant, STRANGER THINGS. sister beatrice, canon compliant, WARRIOR NUN. bela prasad, canon compliant, the sex lives of college girls. cassie howard, canon compliant, EUPHORIA. rue bennett, canon compliant, EUPHORIA. dorri mackleberry, headcanons-based, THE SIMPSONS. sherri mackleberry, headcanons-based, THE SIMPSONS. terri mackleberry, headcanons-based, THE SIMPSONS. elizabeth stonem, canon compliant, SKINS. harper spiller, canon compliant, THE WHITE LOTUS. allie pressman, canon compliant, THE SOCIETY.

SITCOMS. annie edison, canon compliant, COMMUNITY. jessica day, canon compliant, NEW GIRL. tahani al-jamil, canon compliant, THE GOOD PLACE.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. artemisia, dark elf serving her king, affiliated with @hauntingcurse's GOD OF WAR verse and @driedflwers's forseti. najat bakkali, detective obsessed with the serial killer she can't seem to catch. barbara byrd, famous holywood actress trying to escape her abusive husband's influence. mauve ishikawa, guitarist part of the mondial phenomenon "the atomic chic", affiliated with @wahrsagung (&co) solange koenig, sugar baby turned con-artist turned serial killer. henrike bane, overpowered therapist for supes, THE BOYS. lou archeambeau, dreamer part of kavinsky's pack of dogs, TRC, affiliated with @wahrsagung (&co) magdalene bakst, demon in the body of a teenage girl. soren ramsey, to be added. affiliated with sena. nephelle ayling, college student who decided to do her own thing and is now at a loss on what that entails. khairos, dragon affiliated with @hauntingcurse.

[libraryofcirclaria]

Ron Forester, The Pagewriter Guild, and The Pageturner Guild

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Ron Forester: Upbringing

Ron Howard Forester III was born on 2 October 997 in Daylram, Kingdom of the Great North, to middle class parents.

His mother, Marya Robb Forester, worked as a Loan and Grant Officer for the Edoran Royal Treasury. She was not a follower of the Alconist faith and was furthermore interested in scientific research. The Great North, though tied with the Edoran Church, was tolerant of differences in religious belief even at that time, so long as said citizens did not propagate their differences. Thus Marya was soft-spoken on the matter except to Ron's father, Ron Forester Jr. Marya was also discouraged by her parents from pursuing a career in scientific experimentation over concerns that she would not be so successful in that field as she would be in the finance industry. And so she had pursued finance while making it a hobby to venture into the Public Library of Daylram and read books containing scientific studies and research.

The father, Ron Forester Jr., worked as a Certified Accountant for the Edoran Royal Treasury, which was a lower rank than the mother's position. However, he was also a member of the Edoran Church of Daylram Clergy. He was described by many as "spiritually aware," though he was not an evangelist. And he was not as well-versed in scientific text as his wife, but took great interest in what she had to say. He engaged in such talks with her and sought to connect what he heard with his religious beliefs. Ron Forester Jr. was also passionate about travel and spreading his beliefs; therefore, before Ron Forester III was born, the father completed a missionary trip between Canticula and Tandeiyah.

Ron Forester III was observed by his father to take interest in science, just like his mother. He also sided with his mother on her religious beliefs. However, Ron Forester Jr. noted another one of his son's key interests: the desire to travel the world. Ron Forester Jr. capitalized upon this interest and got Ron Forester III to join the Clergy in 1015, despite his questioning religious beliefs. The young Ron Forester passed through the rigorous curriculum and received his Confirmation of Membership in 1017. And then between 1018 and 1021, Ron Forester III went with a group of Clergy on a joint missionary trip to the Canticulan city of Cenofan.

Ron Forester: Young Adulthood

In 1022, Ron Forester III enrolled in the College of Daylram to pursue a degree in the study of astronomy, a degree he would earn in 1026. He then tried to obtain professorships and paid observation commissions but by 1028, it became apparent that the market in that field would never sustain a secure income for him. So Ron Forester III, at the urging of his parents, turned to the field of finance. Nevertheless, his time and commitment in the field of astronomy led him to speculate on the existence of the Universe, primarily on what was "outside" of the Universe and where the Universe came from.

Marya Robb Forester retired from her position in 1023 and Ron Forester Jr. from his in 1021, both receiving a comfortable pension afterward. They were therefore able to support Ron Forester III as he attended the College of Daylram again from 1029 to 1032, earning a degree, this time, in finance. Immediately afterward, he would land a job as a Certified Accountant in the Edoran Royal Treasury. And though this was a far cry from his interests in astronomy, Ron Forester III was promised a promotion in the future. He also remained committed to the Clergy at the urging of his father, who insisted that this would translate well for his finance career.

In 1033, Ron Forester Jr. passed on. Marya Forester slipped into a depression in the wake of this, but Ron Forester III talked her into finding happiness and salvation by joining the Clergy. The mother agreed to this. However, she, herself, would pass in the year 1037; and Ron Forester III would blame the Clergy for contributing to her death, alleging that they pressured her into making too many commitments despite her declining health. Furthermore, the Edoran Treasury disregarded Ron Forester III's commitment to the Clergy, passing him over for a promotion. In light of all this, Ron Forester III began rejecting Alconist beliefs and unjoined the Edoran Church Clergy.

Ron Forester: Interim Years

Between 1037 and 1054, Ron Forester III considered himself an atheist. He was still a Certified Accountant but was just doing only what was required of him in his present role. On the side, he continued, like his mother used to, venturing to the Daylram Public Library to read astronomy books. During this time, his pondering of the Universe revolved around two questions: "What is outside the Universe?" and "What was before, and what will be after, the Universe?"

In 1041, as an act of consolation, the Edoran Royal Treasury transferred Ron Forester III to the main branch in Edora proper. Though he would maintain the same position title, Ron Forester III would nonetheless see an increase in pay as well as an improvement in his already-comfortable living standards. He furthermore became acquainted with who would become two very close friends: Eric Ferris and Kylan Thomas. The three friends would come to gather at Forester's place on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis to discuss the two questions regarding the Universe. These were dry and scientific conversations at first, but over the years, the they began exploring increasingly outlandish theories. By the 1050s, they had constructed in the living room of Ron Forester's residence a table covered in cryptic engravings filled with incense. They would light the incense, which would leave markings of ash that the friends would interpret as signs of communication from ancestors and the recently-deceased.

The Dream and The Vision: Imperfect Divinity

In October 1054, Ron Forester III had a dream in which a mysterious divine being came to him and told him to "travel to a high place in order to be in the presence of vapors of a burning bark, during which a message from the divine would be conferred." Upon waking, Forester deliberated with himself that if the divine being was real, it had nothing to do with the Alconist faith. He convened with Ferris and Thomas on the matter at the incense table where they determined through interpretation that they had to travel to Mount Carris during the following spring and summer. Ferris knew that the three friends could confer with the Nebaya Guild in Ecnedivelc to take a boat to Wannonia where guides could take them to Mount Carris. In the meantime, Forester made a fake alias of himself under a different name and secured a loan from the Edoran Royal Treasury to pay for the expedition.

And so in the spring of 1055, Forester, Ferris, and Thomas traveled to Mount Carris, where on their third evening camped at the summit, a great pine tree was struck by lightning, thus forming the Great Broken Tree. According to Forester's account, the divine being from his dreams re-emerged and told him of the Great Author and the Multi-verse.

According to belief, the Universe is actually a Multi-verse, made of multiple dymensions like pages in a book in terms of place and the flow of time. And the said Multi-verse was created by a Great Author, whose identity is unknown to humankind. Each dymension potentially is home to those capable of creating sub-dymensions of their own using methods like dymensional plane-crafting. And each sub-dymension is potentially home to those who can create further sub-dymensions. And such division and hierarchy is infinite. And from the Great Author flows the Conscience Thread of Greater Humanity, which branches off to serve as the conscience of each person in each dymension and sub-dymension.

As aforementioned, some people, accordingly, have the potential to create sub-dymensions each containing a set of multiple people on its own; and the Conscience Thread branches off accordingly. It is possible that the Conscience Thread of an individual who is deceased re-integrates back to the Parent Thread from which it branched, while it is also possible that the very same Thread of the deceased persists in the form of its Child Threads. It is also possible that there are those individuals capable of transcending laterally between sub-dymensions of the same Parent Thread. Either all or some of these possibilities may be true; however, what is certain is that the Conscience Thread of Humanity ebbs and flows through the Multi-verse so that the Multi-verse may carry on in a state of peace and balance.

Council of the Great Author

After word spread of Forester's long absence and the aforementioned loan from the Edoran Treasury was unable to be paid back, Forester came under suspicion of the authorities. However, they were unable to prove Forester's association with the fake identity in a court of law, and so Forester was acquitted of any charges. Nonetheless, publicity spread regarding Forester, Ferris, and Thomas, whose incense table sessions gained a false reputation for being satanic in nature. Later in 1055, Forester, Ferris, and Thomas fled the hostility in Edora proper and relocated to "the Docks," present-day South Masonia, where they established the Council of the Great Author.

Just before his death on 3 October 1071, Ron Forester III made a revelation to his followers, of which there were many at this point, that the Conscience Thread of Greater Humanity and the Multi-verse were imperfect in nature, and that the Thread was beginning to disintegrate in certain sub-dymensions, a culmination of something known as the Anomaly. And the Anomaly was symptomatic through certain persons in certain sub-dymensions falling mad with episodes of perceiving multiple dymensions at once in the form of hallucinations. The force behind the Anomaly, accordingly, is mysterious but may have been caused by an error on behalf of one of the Authors. Left unchecked, the Anomaly, according to Forester, would eventually lead all Conscience Threads to fray and disintegrate, thus leading humanity and even the Multi-verse to cease to exist.

Also accordingly, there exists in the Multi-verse a Master Pagewriter, leading all other Pagewriters in the Multi-verse into building sub-dymensions to help preserve the Conscience Thread through the Child Threads. Meanwhile, there is also a Master Pageturner, leading all other Pageturners in navigating existing dymensions doing tasks in order to preserve the Conscience Thread through the integration of Child Threads with their Parent Threads and so forth up the hierarchy. It is either the Master Pagewriter or the Master Pageturner whose deed is slowing and eradicating the destructive Anomaly while the other is wrong in their judgement and is in fact hastening the Anomaly.

Forester passed on, having informed his followers this, and that there was no answer as to whether the Master Pagewriter or the Master Pageturner was correct in their judgement.

And so in the wake of Forester's death emerged a great schism within the Great Author Council, as it split into the Pagewriter Guild and the Pageturner Guild.

The Pagewriter Guild vs. The Pageturner Guild

The Pagewriter Guild, since its establishment has stood by the belief that the Anomaly can be stopped by branching off the Thread of Conscience thus preserving the Thread after the death of the individual holding the Parent Thread, as well as the belief that the Pageturners hasten the Anomaly because integrating Child Threads with Parent Threads is an act that can lead to less Threads for the Anomaly to fray. In contrast, the Pageturner Guild since its establishment has stood by the belief that Child Threads do not cease to exist just because they integrate with Parent Threads, thus the resulting bond strengthens the Threads against the Anomaly. The Pageturners furthermore believe that the Pagewriter deed of branching off Parent Threads into Child Threads is an act that would remove said bonds thus making the Threads weaker against the Anomaly.

Despite this, both Guilds have held the common belief that there is a bold Master Pagewriter and a bold Master Pageturner out in the Multi-verse, and that while one is correct in their judgement, the other, though not evil in nature, is nonetheless incorrect in their judgement and therefore dangerous in their deeds. Both the Master Pagewriter and the Master Pageturner believe the other is wrong, and each is trying to further their cause while trying to stop that of the other.

Following the schism, the Pagewriters and Pageturners left "the Docks" and went their separate ways. The Pagewriter Guild set down its roots in Pasiek, present-day Jestopole, in December 1071. Dymensional planecrafting had long been a practice for TableQuest sessions up to this point. However, the Pagewriter Guild, by de facto terms, began to standardize this craft. They played a role, going forward, in hosting many TableQuest sessions, though that was not the Guild's primary agenda. The primary agenda of the Pagewriter Guild has been for its members to create dymensional planes populated with avatars in their own image and to craft those creations as close as possible to perfection, thus fulfilling the role of protecting the Threads against the Anomaly. The Pagewriter Guild has followed a strategy to advertise themselves publicly and to provide an "open-door" to prospective members who wish to join.

The Pageturner Guild set down its roots in present-day Northmoor, Combria in December 1071, and carried out an agenda to have its members communicate with either the Parent Author or the Great Author through incense tables similar to the one in Forester's residence. Members have interpreted outcomes from these sessions as calls by the said Author to carry out certain deeds that are believed to make one's soul virtuous and brought closer to that of the Author, thus facilitating Thread integration to stand against the Anomaly. Contrary to the Pagewriters, the Pageturners Guild has engaged in a recruitment strategy involving approaching individuals, sometimes in a door-to-door fashion, and presenting them with opportunities to join as well as to sign statements to keep their memberships private or secret.

Every member of each Guild has been charged a yearly due of the currency equivalent of 1.00 Remikran Credit.

The Pagewriter Guild would establish a new Chapter in Daylram in 1075, while the Pageturner Guild would establish a new Chapter of its own in Cotts in 1077. This was followed by the establishment of a Pagewriter Chapter in Yelcreb in 1080, a Pageturner Chapter in Tandeiyah in 1084, a Pagewriter Chapter in Cenofan in 1087, and a Pageturner Chapter in the very same city of Cenofan in 1090. Both Guilds would establish thousands of local Chapters throughout Circlaria between 1090 and 1140, with more established in various other places at various points in time in the years since.

With their strong beliefs, each Guild has historically seen the other as a threat. Both Guilds share guilt in nefarious acts such as assassinations, abductions, and ransoms. For example, in 1077, Robert Kernan of the Pageturner Guild shot and killed Pagewriter William March at a TableQuest session in Daylram. In 1097, Kylan Tormie of the Pagewriter Guild shot and killed Pageturner Alex Whittinger at an Interpretation session in Cotts. Rickard Alexander Stevenson, a turn-cloak from the Pagewriter Guild to the Pageturner Guild, failed to assassinate James Lawrence Kontacet I of the Pagewriter Guild at a TableQuest session in Jestopole in March 1086. In 1127, Frederick Martin of the Pagewriter Guild attempted to assassinate Arthur Chadwick, part of the Pageturner Guild, at his residence in Skanbraif. However, Chadwick resisted and shot the man dead. In retaliation, Chadwick attempted to murder Martin's daughter, Sylia Martin, but she fought him off. Since the Martin family was well-known, Chadwick fled prosecution and moved to Combria seeking a new start with a political career. He would later be barred by Combria President William Jeson from taking any office per Chadwick's suspicious involvements in Skanbraif.

Pagewriter Catherine Hommond went missing in Hasphitat during the year 1201 after writing a scathing letter about the local Pageturner Chapter established the previous year. An anonymous group from the Pagewriter Guild abducted Robert Borr of the Pageturner Guild in 1227 and held him for a ransom pay of ten-thousand Remikran Credits, later paid by a hidden figure from the Bank of Cenofan. And in 1372, Alex Kind of the Pagewriter Guild was kidnapped and successfully coerced into turning to the Pageturner Guild.

Overall, the Pageturner Guild has been slightly more aggressive than the Pagewriter Guild in terms of these nefarious acts.

Legality of the existence of the two Guilds varies from nation to nation. For instance, both are completely legal in the ICSR but are considered terrorist organizations in Krylandia. Both also have their external alliances. Though they never agreed with each other completely in terms of religious belief, the Pageturner Guild and the Edoran Church entered into a pact of mutual assistance in 1101 against the Pagewriter Guild. The network has been a bit looser with the Pagewriter Guild, who was said to secretly help the Third Level Society through important figures like Ivella Ogden. The Third Level Society and the Pagewriter Guild entered into a similar pact of mutual assistance in 1323, in the wake of the Peter Quora incident.

To this day, there still stands debate over the occurrence of events involving Rickard Alexander Stevenson as well as those of Peter Quora and Sophia Qalmers. Investigating Stevenson was a mysterious figure named Voi Phlan, who supposedly disappeared from the public since the 1460s; though it is said that Phlan may possibly be somewhere in the Circlarian colony on Planet Nephina.

The great debate between the Pagewriter Guild and the Pageturner Guild remains unresolved to this very day. There have recently emerged theories going into depth to disprove both sides of the debate. Also, rivalries between the two Guilds are, on the most part, calmer than they were in the past. However, there is still tension, primarily in the form of espionage and system infiltration.

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Lab NPCS

Alicia Davis

Primary verse is Avatar. Was a student of Spencer's father and became a close friend of the family through that, was 'disowned' by Mr. McCafferty at the same time Spencer was for taking a job with the RDA. (Probably the closest friend Spencer has) FC is Ayo Edebiri

Simon Howard

Primary verse is Avatar. He's one of the youngest to have travelled to Pandora, having left Earth right after he graduated college. Since the RDA won't pay for lab assistants, Simon has become the stand in. FC is Matthew Gray Gubler

Lola Chen

Primary verse is Avatar but she is often seen in the medical dr au. She was on Pandora for a short time the first go around and was kicked off with the rest. She returns in 2169 to Bridgehead city with a personal grudge against the Na'vi. FC is Jamie Chung

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NAME:  rebcca  elizabeth  casey BIRTHDAY:  march 7th. HOMETOWN:  hawkins , indiana OCCUPATION:  verse dependent.

FATHER:  howard  casey. MOTHER:  eleanor  casey. SIBLINGS:  abigail  casey , brian  casey. SPOUSE:  verse  dependent. CHILDREN:  n/a. PETS:  felix  (norwegian  forest  cat).

HAIR:  dark  brown. EYES:  blue. HEIGHT:  5'7. BUILD:  athletic. FACECLAIM:  jennifer  connelly.

BIO:

everyone  thinks  that  the  casey  family  has  everything  figured  out.  there's  a  well  rehearsed  show  they've  put  on  for  years , but  the  reality  is  that  the  casey  family  has  been  falling  apart  for  a  long  time  now.  a  dead  beat  father  who  can't  seem  to  quit  chasing  pipe  dreams  and  a  mother  at  her  wits  end , rebecca  was  expected  to  make  sure  the  house  was  cared  for  from  a  young  age.  working  part  time  jobs  as  soon  as  she  got  into  highschool , everyone  thought  it  was  for  her  to  save  up  for  college.  with  college  too  much  to  think  about  rebecca  puts  on  the  act  that  she's  got  it  all  together , when  her  hope  is  to  just  get  the  hell  out  of  hawkins  and  start  her  own  life.  away  from  her  family.  it's  not  until  all  the  chaos  in  hawkins  happens , flipping  the  table  upside  down , that  she  realizes  she  has  more  to  keep  her  around  hawkins.  people  who  actually  care  about  her.

this oc will mostly be for stranger things verses and other horror / slasher / thriller genres. please check with the mun to plot.

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"What do you want to make those eyes at me for?" - Emile Ford and the Checkmates

1959 Music: James V Monaco; lyric: Joseph McCarthy and Howard Johnson

They make me mad! They make me glad! They make me want Let's Do It, my personal fifty favourite singles from 1954-76.

A great song will transcend generations. This one was written for the Broadway production "Follow Me", which opened and closed in 1916 to no great regard. The only good bit was a song, performed by the booming tenor Henry Lewis, and covered by a couple of the other stars of the day.

Emile Ford was born in 1937, moved from Guyana to London in the mid-1950s, and got interested in sound reproduction technology. Studying at Paddington College, he learned to play all of the instruments: guitar, drum, piano, violin, and many more. He put a band together with his half-brother and some of their mates, appeared on television's Six-Five Special and Oh Boy!, and won a talent show promising a record contract with EMI.

But that EMI contract required that someone else produce Emile Ford, and the self-described "sound scientist" wouldn't agree to that. Instead, he signed to Pye Records, who gave him full artistic control. "What do you want to make those eyes at me for" was intended as the B-side to the first single, but everyone heard the doo-wop single and fell in love.

A contemporary rock 'n' roll sound brushing up against the old-fashioned doo-wop style. A chatty lyric with great depth, and enough hooks to make sure the listener remembers it first time round. Emile's production brought out the crack of the drum just before each verse, and the sound is broad and expansive.

The song gave Emile a launchpad to megastardom, he had a regular gig on Sunday Night at the London Palladium, massive tours, huge screaming fans. Emile Ford vied with Cliff Richard as the biggest pop star of the time, an honour he'd lose to one of his support acts - The Beatles. After fading from performance, Emile advanced studio technology, including pre-recorded backing tracks to support singers. Emile Ford died in 2016, one of the Black pioneers of music.