#jax nihil

[nihilistikal]

I think it's hilarious that I look like a fucking priest on this fine Christmas eve lmao

[hasellia]

Jax didn't change. At all. He is still the same arsehole from the first time we saw him.

From what I remember; he was dismissive of Ragatha, manipulated an emotionally vulnerable Kinger, pushed Gangle to her potential death and didn't give two fucks that Kaufmo died of dismay. All in episode 1

What changed, is that the audience saw what happens we Jax doesn't get his way.

Jax doesn't just seem "disappointed" here. He seems seething, like a child, and we get a good wide close up of his face just to make it's clear he's absolutely not happy in any way.

Episode 2 seems to be setting up how different people react to being in a seemingly inescapable scenario, a la time loop nihilism.

You have Pomni and Ragatha who try to reach out to others, trying to build a supportive collective. There's Kinger and Gangle, who are stuck in survival mode and need that support assistance. Not everyone is in the mental position to help out as they want to be. With enough time and reassurance, Gangle may be able to break out of her insecurities. Kinger... I'm saying this as someone who relates to Kinger the most out of the cast: I think my king is stuck with his chronic anxiety and neurodivergencies. Someone give him a Lexam and Intuitive. So with Jax...

Jax is playing a video game. To him, this is just Undertale with multiplayer and he wants to see what happens on the genocide route. He's so under stimulated for meaning that he wants to fuck around and find out. If you want to find out what happens in a boring co-op game, what's funnier? Jumping into the enemy pit yourself, or getting your buddy to jump in instead. He may not even see the main cast as other players. What separates Gumigoo from Ragatha? The princess? The goop monsters? ... Kaufmo? Jax just might have lost his sense of humanity in everything but himself. Cogito ergo sum. I think Jax is meant to be a criticism of people who unironically think everyone is varying degrees of those NPC roleplay videos.

So yeah, I never saw Jax as Bugs Bunny. He was always a toxic League of Legends player stuck in VR coop game to me. We're just thankfully spared of his gamer words. Maybe when we see more of Zooble, we'll see someone stand up to him. No promises.

[thetownnarcoleptic]

okay but a few days ago I realised the reason Jax’s shenanigans felt so familiar is because he’s Jacob Alpharad with 3x more nihilism

[tartagliaxx]

。SINKING IN SQUARE OCEAN

━━ PAIRING: tartaglia/reader

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au, usage of childe's real name, briefly mentioned college!au, childe is over 20, exes to open interpretation, not beta'd

━━ WORDCOUNT: 0.9k

━━ NOTES: figure it's childe who drags me back here. enjoy whatever this is that i thought of at 2am and wrote while half-asleep. anyway, don't be like them who wait for or send messages to your exes xoxo

━━ CHILDE'S BIRTHDAY 2023

A taunting red circle with the number 46 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. He thought about it—played with the idea of tapping the irrationally vibrant gradient of the app and just copy-pasting a half-assed 'thank you' message stored and minutely edited in his notes app before tapping send and rinsing and repeating and—in the end, he chose to cling immaturely to the sincerity hidden under the wraps of his fragile humanity. He thinks of it this way; like the unsettling emptiness that sinks in when the bouncing Sony logo doesn’t hit the corners of the television screen. He doesn’t think he can bring himself to be half-hearted to anyone when they went through the trouble of greeting him on his special day. It’s a lonely feeling to be disregarded. He knows that. He’s the special boy of the day but he feels disregarded, and it’s a lonely feeling, and he’s reminded of it all over again so he groans into his pillow, suffocates himself a little before he’s back again to staring at the taunting red circle. 46 messages but none of them were from who he wanted it from the most.

He’s prepared himself for the inevitable disappointment at least three days ago. He’s psyched himself up saying ‘C’mon Ajax! It’s just a message! You can do without it!’ because yes, he can do without another repetitive, standard greeting that may or may not have confetti or cake emojis. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t count. He doesn’t hold it against anyone if they didn’t tag him on an Instagram story with a picture of him and their person together. It was fine. Pleasantries are overrated anyway.

So why? Why did this one—or the lack of it—hurt?

He’s not the perfect boyfriend. He thinks he’s particularly an even worse ex-boyfriend because ex-boyfriends cut you some slack and give you some space and never think about your shared times together at 11:45PM the night before an early shift. Good ex-boyfriends don’t stare at their phones, refreshing profiles and friends’ profiles for even the faintest shadow of their ex. Okay ex-boyfriends don’t make burner accounts like a freaking stalker just so he can still press the tiny heart button at the corner because he does like-love it. The photo. You. Who knows. But what he does know is that even bad ex-boyfriends let go and that’s the thing. Letting go is the one thing he can’t do and it all comes rounding back to his predicament. He’s staring at the taunting red circle that remains unchanging even as he blinks and swipes and opens and exits other apps. It stays the same.

Someone knocks on the door and he mumbles an unintelligible reply. He thinks he hears a ‘Good night, ‘Jax. Happy Birthday’ from his mother. When her footsteps recede and leave him back to the solitary confines of silence and his yellowed walls, it was 12:02AM. His entire arm feels cold and it’s partly because the fan was hitting it and partly because blood has moved down from how he’s been holding his phone while lying in bed. It’s uncomfortable. He feels his palm turning sweaty too.

So he drops it.

It falls and hits his hip and he winces while it clutters to his side over rumpled Spiderman bed sheets that he’s had since he was eight. Honey-ginger fans against his freckled cheeks before it settles, closing finally and accepting the nihility that comes with the darkness.

But then he snaps them open again and he blindly reaches for his phone, furrowing his brows as he’s assaulted by the light from his lock screen—a family picture taken on a very bright sunny day. He ought to change it for midnights like this. Later though, after he sets an alarm because he has to earn some way and tomorrow, he’s on the early shift.

It’s 12:08AM when he freezes. A taunting red circle with the number 47 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. His thumb hovers over it, controlled by his mind that chastises his heart for feeling ecstatic when it can be anything but the thing he wished for when he blew his birthday candles. In the end, he steels himself from disappointment all over again, tapping the corner and feeling ice-cold water pour over him as he sees your nickname.

“Happy Birthday. More birthdays to co”

He knows that—knows you, knows that the ‘o’ in the keyboard is close to the ‘send’ beside the text bar so before you could try to exit the app or pretend to be offline, his fingers that were tensing from the cold aftermath of the rain were fumbling to type a reply.

“Tank u but mt bday is yestrday :P”

He cringes at the typos and the reply and the emoticon and he never wanted to die as much as he did today, a day after his twenty-something birthday. He lost count. Time stopped for him at twenty—at the day he moved back into his family home after dropping out of college and leaving you.

With his eyes squeezed tightly, he mutters hopes and wishes to a god he didn’t believe in. Still, he was willing to convert if they spared him the aftershocks of birthday magic. It’s only ten minutes after his birthday. That’s got to count for something, right? 

Seconds trickle by slowly but it appears. Three dots circle and dance cyclically and hesitantly but they do and he knows, at least, that the conversation’s not over yet, and that for now, that’s enough.

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[rametarin]

Just an Amazing Digital Circus observation

An offhand comment Jax made is either A.) a clue B.) just an offhand comment that they didn't understand the reprecussions of.

Jax talked about being in a river of chocolate and getting, "Augustus Gloop'ed," referring to the character from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

Of late, the fandom has been theorizing Jax may not even be a person stuck in the game. Just a self-aware NPC that is a hateful little bastard with more than a little nihilism. The problem with this is, we know Caine canonically doesn't know about the internet, and presumably, neither would Jax if he was a byproduct of the game world they're in.

This means either he was told about Willy Wonka by an outside source, is actually human, or is a program but somehow has access to data archives of human culture.

How the fuck you know about Augutus Gloop, Jax. What is your experience with this piece of media.

[agumonger]

has anyone made a video essay claiming that the amazing digital circus is a metaphor for the inevitable disillusionment of becoming an adult in today's hyper-digitalized world after the bloated economy of the 90s and 2000s promised an amazing future where each character represents a different generation of our population?

with pomni being gen z's struggle to not delve straight into nihilism, ragatha being already-disillusioned early millennials who feel bad about seeing the z's slowly lose their hope and just want to ease the blow for them, jax being gen x-ers who are perfectly okay with the way things are, zooble being the ones who are NOT okay but are tired of fighting the status quo, gangle being late millennials just having no fucking idea of anything and an anxious mess, kinger being boomers who have successfully deluded themselves into thinking everything is fine and kaufmo being the ones who sunk into violent aimless extremism in sheer despair and escapism?

where caine is the embodiment of megacorps going at ridiculous lengths to make sure everyone keeps thinking that there's no way out and capitalism is the only viable form of managing things?

no? is it just a me thing? okay

[swiriko]

The Greatest Pilot That Could Not Keep My Attention

I watched the Digital Circus pilot beginning on Monday, it took me watching bits of it throughout the week to just FINISH watching one viewing of it.

The animation? Stellar, stylistic and wonderfully designed.

The Voice Acting? Top notch, and you could tell the VAs had so much fun with their lines.

The Concept Plot and Writing? Intriguing, and the pilot set up a good story that leaves you wanting more, and with good jokes all around. The characters themselves are well rounded and have good dialogue and personality.

So when everything is at least and 8 or 9 out of 10, why could I not spend more than 2 minutes watching it at a time?

The Answer: The show doesn't give me ENOUGH of a reason to care.

The characters are lovable in their own ways, and you're meant to root for Pomni in wanting her to get out. And yet, The central theming of the show off the bat is... apathetic nihilism. That nothing matters and this thesis is only reinforced by the most "grounded," yet equally the most malignantly neutral characters so far: Jax.

Jax is the kind of person, and I say person instead of character, that is fully content with watching the world burn with a bag of popcorn in his hand. While everyone is suffering, Jax is lapping up a heaping fill of schaudenfreude, relishing in everyone's torment. Jax in this scenario, is as much the story's "villain" as Caide is. As a horror, this isn't necessarily a bad thing.

However, when you hammer in the idea in the audience's skull that it's pointless to try, you've already made the villain win from the get go, and so watching the villain KEEP winning is your narrative irony that you've made the audience subconsciously MIRROR Jax's sentiment:

"The story doesn't matter, as long as I get to see something funny."

So, instead of the self proclaimed psychological horror, What Digital Circus presents is a SOCIAL horror with comedic elements, and thus narratively remade Seinfeld: a show where nothing matters and shitty people, the audience included, get to make fun of other's suffering.

Apathetic Nihilism.

NOW, to its credit, The third act was the part of the pilot that DID keep my interest, but by the end of it reinforced the thesis even more, with a LITERAL SNAP of Kaide's fingers, the episodic conflict is deus-ex-machina'd away, the CENTRAL conflict is nebulously brushed under the rug, so the only thing left to hold onto the interest is the mystery of the show's symbolism and imagery to tease us, which, while a good thing to do, is not enough when your biggest message to the audience was already SHOVED down was that it's useless to try and figure everything out when none of it matters and you shouldn't care, which could be found insulting, but therein lies the rub:

The theming and thesis that this narrative has effectively told its audience is that it's childish and naive to care, and you should just sit down, shut up, laugh, and try not to go insane watching it.

There's writing to purposefully make your audience uncomfortable, there's writing to make your audience squeamish, there's writing that make your audience challenge their ideas and preconceived notions. There's writing to make your audience feel conflicting emotions

This is writing that purposefully makes your audience not care. It's written incredibly well, standing out and executed with shining applaud, but it's writing that makes your work mirror your thesis mirror your characters mirror your narrative mirror your audience mirror your writing mirror your message: It's meaningless and we're all Jax just along for the ride.

"Full of sound and fury... signifying nothing." - MacBeth

[sexyspicysweet]

Average nihilism fan pomni vs average nihilism enjoyer jax

I cant take anymore of these two theyre too acoustic

[liliallowed]

if crimson was in TADC they'd be a lot like jax except... they're FINE with STAYING in the random adventures.

they're fine being locked in their room for week staring at the ceiling and doing absolutely nothing and everything in between.

they're fine with repeative cycles. with a mundane but predictable script. they're already at piece with the nihilism of everything. the don't care.

what they can't STAND is change. new people. new outcomes. any semblance that may deem the world as something that can "matter".

they're the complete opposite. they're afraid of hope. of purpose. it feels like it's a shackle on their mind.

they will FREAK OUT if Jax touches their room.

not that he would try that again. their room is literally modified to be in a timeloop because they made it that way to kill time and disassociate. relax and giggle talking to themself...

not to mention they see JAX a "real" fellow human as a plaything and a toy but see npcs as people...

I'm pretty sure Jax would be unnerved... probably call crimson a bitches loser or a geek with no social life irl.

they'd scoff and shrug.

they're not the one at risk of insanity here though are they?

yeah he nearly abstracted in that hellscape crimson calls "their pocket dimension room".

[allterrribleideas]

TADC Ep 2 Final Thoughts

At the end of the episode we see a lot of the characters acting in ways that are pretty opposite of their normal behavior. Ragatha is openly 'breaking' and is unable to keep up her positive facade. Gangle actually SMILES despite not having her comedy mask on. Kinger is weirdly solemn. Zooble is even sad! And naturally Pomni expresses something other than bitter nihilism while attending. It's cute! It's a cute way to show the characters outside the zany context of the main story. One small complaint I'd have is the animation seems to rely on the 'holding on arm with the other arm' pose to represent awkward conflicted feelings a bit too much.

I'd of grabbed more screenshots but I forgot

I guess without human faces it's hard to put that expression on wacky models like the cast has but I'd like, I dunno, maybe some unique body language for each member of the cast so we don't fall into too much of a rut. Ragatha does that finger gun thing, everyone should have their own iconic angst poses!

The other sorta weird thing is that Gummigoo just dying without any sort of definitive closure from Pomni is sort of weird, but maybe she does something at the start of Episode 3 so I won't harp on it. His fate IS kind of vague. I'm firmly in the camp that he just died- I think Caine expected the bandits to get murdered (by Jax) and gave them those exploding animations or something so that's all we saw, but we still don't really know a lot about how these 'adventures' function anyway. Too many unknowns! So if he comes back I wouldn't be super surprised, but I think it makes sense for the story if the gator stays as confetti.

Overall pretty good episode! I would have maybe liked more Pomni cast interactions, since much like the first episode, this one was split in 2 pieces with Pomni having her own 'adventure' and the rest of the crew doing their own thing. Specifically the interactions between Pomni and Jax (and eventually I believe Gangle) will sort of shape the 'goal' of the show. I feels like it's being set up as one of those existential thought experiments, or if you want to be really REALLY terminally online, about how we interact and contextualize meaning in fiction.

Or it's a silly ha ha joke show look at the clown get punched in the face that silly bubble just says the darnest racial slurs ha ha HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAA

[hey-michael-young-history]

Communication

It’s my birthday weekend 🥳🥳🥳

My actual birthday is Tuesday but who celebrates their birthday on a Tuesday.

I’m doing a lot of waiting so I’m writing all weekend!

First up is for my boo @mcbethins some light and fluffy Jax/Bi-Han. And a slight threat to go back on strike if I don’t get more fic 😘

Some light swearing and omegaverse stuff.

Communication

“What is this?”

“A phone,” Jax explained. “So we can talk to each other, even when we’re apart.”

Bi-Han inspected the cell phone before handing it back. “No.”

Jax did not accept. “What the hell do you mean ‘no’?”

“If we are not together and I need to speak with you, I will use the shadows to find you.”

Bi-Han using the shadows to find Jax is exactly what prompted this discussion on boundaries. Jax was no stranger to cold, aloof people. He was - had been - Sonya Blade’s closest friend, after all. Defrosting a cryomancer’s icy exterior didn't seem tough. Getting entangled with a socially stunted Alpha after losing his precious Omega and spending years in solitude was a challenge Jax was ready to face.

He had expected the transition to be a bit rough. Jax had gotten friendly with Bi-Han’s friends, and Bi-Han was respectful enough to Johnny Cage, in addition to being cordial to Jacqui, and patient with Makaira. Cyrax mentioned that the only close relationship Bi-Han had ever maintained was the one with his brother, and the majority of that relationship didn’t exactly sound healthy. He had a budding relationship with a Netherrealm woman, but the rumor around the Lin Kuei was that he wouldn’t commit to her.

So color Jax surprised when Bi-Han was the one who was frustrated by how slowly they were moving.

“I have wasted enough of my existence dead and wallowing in nihilism,” he explained.

Even after saying that, Bi-Han was apprehensive about actually pursuing the relationship. When Jax invited him out for drinks, he became completely non-responsive.

Okay, maybe that’s too much too soon, Jax had suspected.

So he offered to make dinner rather than go out. Then he offered to come over and cook.

Still nothing.

It took showing up in below-freezing temperatures for Bi-Han to finally see him. Cyrax seemed shocked that Bi-Han hadn’t spoken to him, and from the argument he overheard, it seemed like Bi-Han still didn’t want to see him. So when he finally came to the main hall to greet him, Jax was pissed.

“Look man, I’m too old for these games. You don’t want to go any further? Fine. No hard feelings. Just don't waste my time.” He had turned to leave this godforsaken place, but ice sealed the door before he could exit.

“Jackson.” Vera called him that. And he swore that if he ever heard the name from anyone else, he wouldn’t respond.

He turned as Bi-Han approached. “Come.”

He opened a portal. Jax definitely didn’t want to enter - who knew where it would go? But he wanted to put this matter to rest.

He expected it to lead to Bi-Han’s throne or a private office. But it led to the most private place of all - a bedroom. Nothing lavish, but big enough. There were pictures, most old and faded, that he had taped to the wall near his bed.

“I… apologize. I never imagined a life where I could indulge in leisure. When I think of spending time with you…”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence. The only way to describe the sudden flood of his pheromones was an unleashing. These were Alpha pheromones, and the potency gave Jax goosebumps. A current ran through his spine, and he had to cover his mouth. Another Alpha freely releasing such intense pheromones in another’s presence. Anyone else, he'd take it as a challenge. But he could see from Bi-Han’s hopeless expression that he simply couldn’t hold them in.

His body was still young, Jax realized. And his biology had been carefully trained and curated for the sole purpose of being intimidating. To scare others away and make himself unstoppable. He knew that his pheromones were off-putting, but they were all he had. He had never needed to use them to attract someone.

“We’ll figure this out,” Jax assured him, still covering his mouth, but using his other hand to squeeze Bi-Han’s shoulder.

A relationship between two Alphas was hard enough. But he never thought here, at his ripe old age, he would be doing pheromone training again. Trying to keep a newly presented Alpha teenage Jacqui in line had been the deciding factor in not having any more kids. It was even harder to do this time around since he was the trigger for a powerful Alpha who wasn’t unstable - he was indoctrinated to be this way. Jax had no idea what the Lin Kuei had done to Bi-Han to make him so intense, but it was getting corrected now. The man had no sense of social etiquette, growling and using his pheromones to intimidate anyone who he saw as a threat to his time with Jax. And everyone was apparently a threat. He had to drag Bi-Han away from Smoke when the latter wouldn’t back down.

“I apologize,” he had said tightly, his body shaking from the anger.

Jax was surprised to see that he was shaking at the sight of Bi-Han agitated. The cryomancer’s scent had been hanging onto his clothes, his skin, his face. It drove him nuts, but the last thing Bi-Han needed right now was to know that Jax was becoming attached.

When they finally got his pheromones under control, Bi-Han agreed to go anywhere with him. The first place was nothing fancy. A barbecue joint where they sat at the bar and eased into light conversation and good food. The other patrons, familiar with Jax, Jax and Jacqui, Jax and Vera, were curious about his new friend but amused by his willingness to try whatever food they placed in front of him.

By the time they left, it was snowing out. He looked over at his date, who was staring up at the sky, cold air gathering at his nose and mouth. He could see Bi-Han’s eyes, normally ice blue, were now a warm, deep oceanic hue.

His date.

His date was fascinated by his arms. And not in the spectator way that people were usually fascinated.

“They’re so warm.” He said it almost in awe, with an edge of suspicion. He was feeling the smooth cyber-skin, drawing his cold fingers along. Jax noted that they are cold, but it was a fact, not a feeling. There was the pressure of his fingers, but the ice of his touch was missing.

“Takes a lot of energy to keep these babies going,” Jax explained, flexing. “Take all the warmth you need.”

They must have looked odd, he realized. He, with his cybernetic arms, displayed them in a sleeveless hoodie and jeans while Bi-Han dressed casually in a black collared shirt and slacks. He had just pulled his knit hat on when Bi-Han grabbed his face and kissed him.

From then on, Bi-Han didn’t want to be away from Jax. The retired commander wasn’t used to the constant companionship and Bi-Han just showing up, at all hours, sometimes covered in blood, sometimes asking to take him out for dinner as he ate dinner with Takeda, Jacqui, and Makaira wasn’t exactly convenient for his newly domestic life.

So he thought the phone was a nice compromise.

“You would prefer not to see me?” He asked. His normally biting voice was touched by an edge of hurt.

“There’s a camera. We can see each other through video chatting,” Jax explained, unsure of how much he actually understood about cell phones.

Bi-Han tried to hand it back. “I don’t know how to use it.”

“Then I’ll teach you,” Jax insisted, pushing it back.

Bi-Han looked at him, then away. Jax wasn’t in a place yet where he could feel exactly what Bi-Han was feeling but he could easily feel the apprehension rising from his pheromones.

“What’s up? Normally people say ‘thanks’ when they get an expensive ass gift like an iPhone,” Jax chided.

“You would prefer to keep me at a distance. Like… everyone else. You have grown tired of me.”

Ahhh. Sometimes it was hard to believe that an Alpha who presented so intimidatingly needed such reassurances.

“I’m not tired of you. I’m having more fun with you than I’ve had in years. But I can’t have you just showing up. And I don’t want you dropping everything to spend time with me. I know what it’s like to lead your men. I want you to call or text me to plan to hang out,” Jax explained.

Bi-Han looked at the phone in his hand. “You would like to be notified in advance.”

“You got it.”

The cryomancer rolled his eyes. “I will try.”

“That’s all I’m asking right now,” Jax said with a wide smile. “Let me teach you how to use it.”

He reached for it but Bi-Han held tight. “You’re certain that you haven’t grown tired of me?”

“I would not sink my entire afternoon in teaching you how to use this damn thing if I was sick of you, Bi.”

He wasn’t sure what pleased him more. The cryomancer’s relieved face or the joyous pheromones that were now flooding him. They would have to work on that, Jax noted as he put his arm around him. Bi-Han pressed his forehead against the side of Jax’s head and gave him a hesitant kiss as Jax took the phone and turned it on.

But they had time.

[nihilistikal]

I had this hair on and off for years btw. This is from an after party gathering in 2015 (when I was still able to do heavy makeup looks D; )

[joyfulfxckery]

Character List

This is a list of the people/characters I plan on writing about right now, the list will grow in the future. Now, the people/characters are in alphabetical order other than that not so much, lol.

Starting with the band that currently rules my existence we have;

Ghost :

Aether

Cirus

Cumulus

DewDrop

Mountain

Papa I

Papa II

Papa III

Papa IV

Papa Nihil

Rain

Sunshine

Swiss

The Lost Boys :

Allan

David

Dwayne

Edgar

Lucy - Platonic

Marco

Max

Michael

Paul

Sam

Star

Sons of Anarchy :

Jax Teller

Chibs Telford

Opie Winston

Happy Lowman

Tig Trager

Juice Ortiz

Phil Russell

Rane Quinn

Herman Kozik

Half-Sack Epps

Ratboy Skogstrom 

Bobby Munson - Platonic

Fantasy & Cryptids :

Tell me if you'd like them to be male or female please

Angel

Arachne

Aqrabuamelu (Scorpion-man)

Bat Man

Centaur

Cyclops

Demon

Dragon

Fae

Faerie

Faun

Gnoll

Goblin

Harpy

Hell Hound

Kelpie

Merfolk

Minotaur

Mothman

Naga

Ogre

Oni

Orc

Pheonix

Satyrs

Selkies

Tengu

Vampire

WereCat

Werewolves

Zombie

Slashers :

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Hannibal

Harry Warden

Jason Voorhees - Which Jason would you like?

Lester Sinclair

Micheal Myers - Which Micheal would you like?

Pyramid Head - DBD or Movies?

Stu Matcher

The Man (Hush)

Thomas Hewitt

Vincent Sinclair

Xenomorph

Yautja

Overwatch :

Ashe

Baptiste

Brigette

Cassidy

D.va

Doomfist

Genji

Hanzo

Junkrat

Lucio

Mercy

Moira

Pharah

Reaper

Reinhardt

Roadhog

Sigma

Sombra

Symmetra

Zarya

Everyone else is platonic

Dead by Daylight:

I don't have a problem with doing all of them, just let me know who you want.

Resident Evil Series:

Ada Wong

Alber Wesker

Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Carlos Oliveira

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Chris Redfield

Claire Redfield

Daniela Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento

Ethan Winters

Helena Harper

Jake Muller

Jill Valentine

Karl Heisenberg

Leon Kennedy

Mia Winters

Mother Miranda

Piers Nivans

Salvatore Moreau - Platonic, I can't see him any other way

Sherry Birkin

[jacqui-velazquez]

{ LIZETH SELENE, 19, GENDERQUEER, SHE/THEY } Is that JACQUI VELAZQUEZ? A FRESHMAN originally from SANTA MONICA, CA, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MUSIC. They’re THE WILD CHILD on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

TBD

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

TBD

TV TROPES

TBD

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

MAJORS:

Music

EXTRACURRICULARS:

Queer Alliance, Quiz Bowl, Feminists at Ogden 

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Jacqueline Adella Velazquez Garcia 

NICKNAME(S): Jacqui, Jax

DATE OF BIRTH: october 3rd, 2003

AGE: nineteen

ZODIAC SIGN: libra sun, libra moon, cancer rising, libra mercury, scorpio mars, leo venus

OCCUPATION: student at ogden college

HOMETOWN: santa monica, ca

NATIONALITY: american 

ETHNICITY: mexican

LANGUAGE(S): english, spanish

GENDER & PRONOUNS: genderqueer, she/they

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

RELIGION: raised catholic, but identifies as spiritual and not religious

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: very very very left - definitely believes in not having a two party system, probably believes more in community governing than anything else. hates the government and systems as a whole.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Lizeth Selene

HEIGHT: 5′3″

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR + STYLE: black, thick, and long, long, long - past Jacqui’s waist. She wears it down and naturally wavy, like this or this most of the time. she will straighten it, slick it back, add little braids, or occasionally have the front dyed platinum blonde. very gen z in the styling of their hair. 

ACCENT + INTENSITY: speaks spanish fluently, and when speaking in english, has a slight hybrid of a spanish and valley girl accent. 

TATTOO(S): TBD

SCAR(S): TBD

PIERCING(S): septum and left nostril, wears small hoops in both, and one piercing in each lobe, tends to wear big hoops in those. see this pic for reference.

GLASSES: no, lucky hoe

CLOTHING STYLE: TBD

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: ENFP

POSITIVE TRAITS: compassionate, gentle, sensual, intelligent, strong, alluring, creative, resourceful, sociable, nonconformist

NEGATIVE TRAITS: self-indulgent, sensitive, nihilistic, self-sacrificing, trusting to the point of detriment, impulsive

SKILLS: reading people’s emotions to the point of it almost seeming psychic, being able to hop behind a drum set and give a beat without needing any sheet music, doing their hair in under ten minutes and making it look gewwwd

GOALS/DESIRES: none, really - after all, nothing matters in the end, right? 

FEARS: aliens not being real, global warming

HOBBIES: music (specifically, they play the drums), collecting crystals, reading tarot, just a little sprinkle of witchcraft

HABITS: tends to drum out a rhythm on their thighs when they are feeling antsy, does deep breathing when they need to calm themselves, always has some sorta crystal in their pocket (depending on what energy they need)

SMOKES? yes, smokes j’s and also vapes

DRINKS? yes, but honestly prefers to get high in various different ways

DRUGS? there might be nothing jacqui loves more than a little bit of a mind-altering substance

PLEASE EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR CHARACTER TROPE: THE WILD CHILD

Jacqui is, at the end of the day, a nihilist. They don’t believe anything matters in the world. But rather than being cynical and viewing this as something to be depressed about, she views it as a good thing. The paragraph from the TV Tropes page for anti-nihilism that is the most relevant is  “"Don't cling to pain. Don't expect happiness. Don't fear loss. Accept reality as it is. Enjoy the good. Endure the bad. Don't make a big deal out of anything. Be selfless, and unconditionally kind and just, without ever expecting a reward. We're all going to end up as piles of dust, so why not be nice to each other?"”

That truly is Jacqui’s mindset and way of looking at the world. They do their best to be compassionate, and kind, and caring. They don’t see being soft as a bad thing, and it certainly doesn’t make them naive, or weak, or overly innocent. They see their compassion as a strength, and the fact that they want to help people and care about others as one of their powers, to be honest. Nothing matters - but that’s freeing to Jacqui. 

Because of this being their belief, Jacqui is always just slightly veering towards unhinged. They figure that if nothing really matters, and everything is going to be what it’s going to be....why not go big or go home? They figure things will happen when they’re “meant” to, regardless of their actions, so their actions are going to be whatever they want them to be. They’ll try anything once, they’ll do it for the story, they’re always there to have a good time. Because everyone’s time is short...so you may as well have fun with it. 

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CONNECTIONS

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RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: Since Jacqui is a freshman, she actually doesn’t know Greer at all - but she knows of her, as she has a very close family friend who attends Ogden, and....whatever with Jesse. But it just goes to show how far The Golden Girl’s reach is - you don’t even have to go to Ogden, or grow in up in New York, or have stepped foot in the Hamptons to know who Greer Morrison is. 

IC QUESTION: “You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

“I don’t even know Greer,” Jacqui said, her words earnest, soft, pleading almost. “I know…I know how it looks. Going to Ogden and…knowing Paloma. And Jesse. But I swear, I only know her as much as my family friend talked about her.” A beat, their eyes flickering downwards before they spoke again. “It’s a coincidence that I ended up here. I applied on a whim and…it’s a really good school. I didn’t know all this would be going on.” 

JESSE - Jesse was introduced to Jacqui through a family friend. The summer before their senior year of high school, they got involved, including losing her virginity to Jesse, only to find out he was fucking with them the entire time, and blocked their number when he went back to Ogden. 

THE FAMILY FRIEND IS A WANTED CONNECTION !!!

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BIOGRAPHY

FAMILY: 

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SOCIAL CLASS: upper middle/upper class

FATHER: TBD

MOTHER: TBD

SIBLING(S)? TBD

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SOME FUN FACTS

if they had to pick one tarot card, it would be the high priestess - the divine feminine, female sexuality, but also the blending of the two binary genders. and they do often have it come up in readings about themselves.

along those lines, they believe in empowerment through sexuality so yeah whatever they may hoe around from time to time

their preferred method of transportation is a skateboard or rollerblades

she loves the moon. like lovessss the moon. 

and does new and full moon spells and tarot readings every month

their favorite animals are dragons and YES, that counts

can (and will) rap/sing any doja cat song at the slightest provocation 

[courtofravensandwritingdesks]

Character Masterlist

Nevada D'Avibus

What are nevasonas?

Ophelia

Nihil

Acrylic

The Archivist

The Historian

Lia Starrfall

The Mother

Skylar

The Skyrates

Damascus

Vron

Erin / Reena

Sebastian

Ezra

Elaine

Jax Jackson

**Names in bold are main characters, however, do not be fooled: secondary characters are no less important than the main cast

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THE PURPLE FEATHER

THE PURPLE FEATHER                                                 

Please understand i am a fictional novelist, nothing in this book is based on truth or lies, instead.. a collage of characters, who assume revelation through the years.and in time we acquire permitted nihilism to accept we are eventually mortally delivered from the enemy who beats in our steps until we can be victorious, until then  

   She looked out the side of her eye. Laura stood beside her. She pulled the bow fast between her fingers. The arrow flew through the air and did a spin hitting the bullseye. Out of the bag she

Pulled the arrow and in a perfect stance hit the next. She in a coy jest, handed the the archery bow to Laura and set an arrow in her hand to explain the bow. A ray of sun shot through the clouds and Laura with a glint in her eye took the arrow out of the palm of her hand and placed it neatly into the bows side, pulled back like an expert waiting fast to the trigger, and, in an almost slow motion the arrow let go, and the feather of the arrow struck in her thumb. The wound would remain unhealed for the rest of her life. In a recovery of time, however the tragedy, she would remember how to release the pain and disruption from this moment on as it took occurrence.

     Mildred and Laura walked through the day as young girls at camp.They held many ways through their hide away from home There talks were numerous discussions of books like “To Kill a Mockingbird., “ “Tom Sawyer”, and “ Gulliver's travels.”. They stayed enchanted walking down

To the river where trees of Huckleberries lines the woods. They would fill their buckets and stain their fingers  into the branches. In their one piece bathing suits their chest stood flat and erect as they dove in hand and hand into the freezing water of the lake by a muddy bank.The friendship they shared each summer with dusty days of horse riding worn in boots and flip showers. Trunks and duffle bags,old bibles, sunday whites, and Indian tribes souvenirs.The old pines and revelry,watermelon fourth of july, and june birthdays. Team cheers, glee clubs, an old Southern piano at the lodge. Peanut butter apples, and singing cow trucks. Sippin cider girls all aboard. Grass roots, scavenger hunts and flashlights, and carpenter ants everywhere. The steps to the cabins  were solid wood, and the floors were hard. Each bed an iron single.the wool blankets kept them warm through the cold nights.

      Each star was thought to gaze over the campers with moon and pythacolyn blue sky. Into their brief time their childhood grief was covered and soothed, and the shame that the smaller people of the world carry from giant tyrannical belligerent corruption, cracking noises from other rooms and ill repute lipsticks and old cigar boxes and stolen dollar bills of the lacking population of ignorance and greed. Drunken hoots, and a mother's surgery.the fallen god then delivered them home. The smells of the sap still on their shoes with hurried note pads, and favorite nightshirts to remember their devotional and favorite counselors with campers address. A few awards to be put in scrapbooks, pictures, and some saved pieces of rock candy. Wisped back on the train, and then gone.

     Laura and Mildred where both from the state of Mississippi. Mildred was from the Mississippi Delta. Her father was a Doctor. Laura's’ family was from the Mississippi Gulf coast. Their family’s property was called Twin Oaks. it was beachfront. By fifteen years old Laura was sent of to a Catholic boarding school in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was her last year at camp,she took the train out of Hattiesburg,Ms. Where the end of this novel occurs.she got to the cabin, and all the girls were excited and peppy except for a few who hovered around the back of the cabin. Laura saw a shadow and smelled smoke, startled, she ran back. “Where is Mildred?””Mildred stayed at home, they say she moved in with her boyfriend.” Laura was shocked and went immediately mute. Silently that night she stayed up with her flash light and wrote to her to explain to her a boy in New Orleans had raped her and taken her virginity. She him to her. She had not told anyone. His name was Jake Stephens. He was Spanish.   

                                                         THE GATORADE

                                                                 FROST

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                                                     THE LIGHTING GIRL

                                                                                                                         He uncovered my tomb as we lifted through the frost at 11 degrees below Walked in harmony through the New Orleans avenue in colors light and blue We awoke in a Christmas spell under a faucet to theorize the fright on St. patrick’s day. We moved with mary magedelines’ soul as we found a sheet Of paper to give the wretched city, that would not deliver it’s silver chalice into Gold.a leather glove of want.then bending on his knee.the electric drama then Delivered on a second hand ride. The icy field where no syllable is found.Destroyed for shelter or a haunt.the dead hand of glory.I there in temporary Distaste or rejection, and mortal parasite. The control of your mind and soul. Do pray to her with detorior defecation.your primadonna.elected this mantis to Scitz. The bloom unfolding,as all forgiveness to should be. My soul to my future Beloved, before then to him to be pure.My stolen elective a bonnie trait then Knowing his idolatry. A book of trade as atonement in our own vicissitude. A dowry in the briar patch and The window holding a small bloom, roses drinking the windy water to cleanse My cradle then for him to gaze on my ill begotten wound. A knife thrown to my Soul, a shroud then to harness into the fright of his warrior, with shield and stance If trench battalion, brave to battle, my heart to break..a volatile curse, mama. Searching from face to face, as if some parasite lays down it’s truth to be mine. From it’s glance only belonging to me.I’ll save the inquisition. a A device of Romantic death as if I accept his punishment to know in time the day of his Solace. This dark girl in incrimination the man to challenge, bones and sticks of Witchery, taken to the cold, and wet to be abided, then in the maiden fields, the Pang of pills and needles, fallen and lifted architectural jumps, spies and the evil Observerer, yelling women cut stronger brazen and burst into a child to it’s Innocence of shame, there to see though yourself, just a hateful mimic. Are You warm now, with only a stolen charm.                    

    Jake Stephens was a dark and deathly soul that appeared Christal to his following. He lived his fatality out through suicidal dives since he was fifteen years old. His clever and artful skills Held him through crowds of girls as his lethal revenge manifested in the prisons of New Orleans La. at the age of twenty to twenty five, of rape charges. He stalked through the streets hooded Into dark vampire bars, and carried his own worth with his music which later developed into a Scene of several bands and a crewe of groupies in hit and run fame appearances. Lake rarely held fast to anyone, and held his appearance from the public light with many different disguises

He was very gifted in acting and theatre. His movements were slick and agile and he had almost a monstrous dracule look in his eye. They were very heavy and dark brown. Through the sooted streets of New Orleans one thing inked through his mind ...Laura, Laura,Laura.”she’ll Shed this beast from my heart.

    Laura was accepted into Tulane University after her boarding school years, however nervous with her family's disapproval she also applied to Loyola. She chose Tulane on a scholarship.Her mother a traditional Catholic was broken hearted, however her father with proud business gain Demanded her acceptance. Laura spent the Summer on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Her mother and her spent time shopping and getting her wardrobe together. They drove to magazine street to antique stores to browse and grab a bite to eat. Her Mother, Clair viewed the school together, and they had a little tour guide of New Orleans, even though she had gone to boarding school there. They ended there trip at Jax brewery of off Canal.There they bought items for her dorm room and a few of her favorite books, plus bags of candy, and some plaid skirts.Clair described sorority rush hesitating saying it’s fun like camp, altogether knowing it might be a mistake.

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                                      To be continued……..1/30/19