#michaela ro

[pavedinashes-if]

how would the romanced ROs deal with an MC that sometimes just forgets to eat... all day. because they got distracted

Finally getting back to this Q, from what feels like a century ago. But, I have to say I was jumping around from excitement when I received it. This is such an amazing ask and it took me a while to get it done properly so it fits the ROs just the way I imagine it would... enough of this tho, here's the A to your Q: L-O-N-G RESPONSE BELOW [author's comment: dear followers, pls remember, these Qs addressing all ROs are from a time I had my inbox open for these kind of long scenarios. atm my inbox is closed. thank you 💜]

Your Neighbour: They are a bit surprised they didn't notice any earlier, and they feel ashamed for it. From now on, they will make sure to have some light snacks ready in their fridge - always something different to prevent boredom and perhaps even inspire your appetite. They will also leave you little messages on post-its and send mobile check-ins. If their schedule allows, they want to eat together with you to establish a healthy habit and combine it with some quality time. There will be an equal mix of eating at home and dining out.

Your Ex: They know you struggle with eating regularly, and they hate seeing you go through it. They worry a lot because of this. Therefore, they came up with an ultimate plan. While they admit they're not great at cooking, there's one dish they excel at: their signature lasagna. So one thing's for sure: there will always be some lasagna in the fridge that they'll feed you if necessary. Furthermore, they've developed a strategy of placing little treats you enjoy everywhere, like a tasty protein bar in your jacket, an apple in your backpack, or a self-made shake with your favorite ingredients in the fridge - hoping to remind you to eat, keep your mood up, or prevent your blood sugar from reaching hell.

Your New Foe: They're fuming. Seriously? You're not a kid anymore. They will definitely scold you about your careless behavior. Damn, this talk will be uncomfortable. What you don't know though, is that they are deeply worried. Unfortunately, their coping mechanism with worrying sucks. They're really mad at themselves for not seeing it sooner. Suddenly, they storm out of the room, and you think it's because they're still mad at you. When they don't return and you hear noise from the kitchen, you decide to check what's going on. "What are you...?" you ask, but all you get is some Polish mumbling, and although you don't understand it, you're sure they are cursing. Besides this, you don't get any attention for now; they are fully focused on cooking. Lucky for you, they are incredibly talented, and you can expect a table full of mouthwatering dishes. I mean, what you don't finish today will surely feed you for the rest of the week.

Your Best Friend: They sigh. They know you tend to skip meals, and they've tried to talk to you to figure out how to fix this, but until today, nothing has helped. When they find out it's one of those days again, they'll suggest going to eat something - maybe some deli, some fries, just something quick because their priority is to ensure you eat something as soon as possible. It's a nice side effect that the time meant for a quick meal turns into a fun exchange and a sorrow-free 2-hour talk. They'll set a reminder on their phone to check in on you and call at least once a day. In the evening, they will order food from your favorite restaurant and enjoy it with you at home.

Your New Friend: Your new friend is confused. To them, eating is almost a holy ritual, which they celebrate properly - maybe even a bit obsessively. "Wait a sec, imma be back real quick." A raised finger demands you not to move. They hurry out of the room, and 5 minutes later, they return with three plates full of... um... food? You take a skeptical look. You're not sure if it's some art project or something that your body will reject the moment it enters it. You try to recognize what's served. Are these flowers? Truffles? Gold leaves? WTF? Your brows furrow. When you look up at them, there's this expectant expression all over their face. All you manage is to send them an awkward "Thank you?" before you take a fork and cautiously explore the contents of the plates.

Your Childhood Friend: Bianca is surprised to hear that there are days when you don't eat. She only remembers that you had a healthy appetite when you two were friends as children. Fortunately, she always carries some snacks around. Maybe they're not the healthiest, but at least you won't faint. Besides, she will come visit you at work/university, etc., and bring you some fresh smoothies and cupcakes. Okay, okay, it's still all sugar, BUT (!) the smoothie has fruits in it, okay?

Your Rival: "The fuck do I care?!" Sigh, sorry, MC.

Your Best Friend’s BF/GF: It’s rare to see them so serious, and that’s because they suffered from an eating disorder for a very long time and only recently managed to regain control. They understand that food can be a sensitive topic. Suddenly, something in their expression changes, a smile growing on their face. “You know what, amore mio? We will eat together from now on. I will make sure you get some proper authentic Italian food. Nobody can say no to that. You don’t need to take care of anything, capisce? Let me…” they send you a seductive smirk, their finger gently running over your forearm, “…take care of you.” accompanied by a flirty wink.

Your Boss: You two sit in their office and talk, and then, out of nowhere, you drop the bomb. You didn’t eat anything today, and obviously, this is something that keeps happening to you. They look at you with an emotionless expression on their face, their eyes not betraying their thoughts - yet you notice their jaw clenching. Then they stand up without a word and leave the room, but before you can figure out what’s going on, they’re back and sit down again. None of you is talking. It’s an awkward atmosphere. To ease the strange energy, you begin to speak about your day, and they listen - still no emotion visible. About 20 minutes later, there is a knock at the door. “Come in,” they respond, without taking their eyes off of you. One of their employees enters with a plate full of food. Once it is placed down in front of you, you realize it’s your favorite dish, together with a glass of water. “Eat.” This single word makes you look up at them, their arms crossed as they expect you to do as ordered. They won’t leave before the plate is empty. And neither will you. Oh, and this will be the last time you didn’t eat anything in a day.

Your Doctor: Worried wrinkles on their forehead, their head resting on their hand, a heavy sigh with closed eyes. “Ok, that’s not working. We need to…” they hesitate, thinking which words to pick next. “figure out a way to avoid this in the future. Tell me, is there a reason this happens?” They’d like to find out why you don’t eat and since when this is the case. They will worry, a lot, and their thoughts will circle around this topic so much, they’ll be zoning out mid-day, thinking about you and whether you are okay. Knowing just too well about the consequences for your physical and mental health, they will make it their mission to help you develop a healthy coping strategy. To them, this means cooking for you in the evening and preparing little bento boxes for the day. Congrats, you’ve just added another thing to their long daily bucket list. Fun fact: Your meal plan is way superior to their own.

Your Supplier: Oh? They forget to eat too. It seems like you’ll both starve, and it’s just a question of who’s first. They’ll joke about it. Though, to your surprise, your admission changed something in them. It’s from this day on that they will finally eat regularly, just to make sure you do too. Who would’ve thought this was possible, turning this chaotic being into somebody taking responsibility for themselves and somebody else. Spending time together eating, creating a ritual out of it, this feels like a gift to them, and they discover emotions they never experienced before. Finally, your relationship takes another turn, a more serious one.

A Stranger: They noticed - of course they did - and while they tried to make sure you two eat when you are together, they cannot control your eating behavior when you are not together. They didn’t want to address it directly to avoid making you uncomfortable, but now that it’s out, they will ask if it is okay for you if they… take care of it. “What do you mean ‘take care’?” you ask them, confused by their remark. From tomorrow on, there will always be a delivery with the most delicious dishes for you, no matter where you are - at home, at work, wherever. And it will always be something you would kill for. Of course, when you two are together, you’ll be going to the fanciest restaurants in town and even abroad, because why not fly spontaneously to Paris for the freshest baguettes and croissants in the morning? Yup, they’re good at these kinds of things.

[floef-likes-everything]

Nightingale Adventure

(Based on Apo's lore stream of 28-8)

They hadn’t been sailing for more than an hour when the weather had turned sour. Apo didn’t understand how, because when they left the port there was not a cloud in sight. He liked to think he could predict the weather quite accurately now, but today had proven him wrong. The worst part was that he had decided to board Acho’s ship instead of going on his own, which meant he was just a passenger. Acho knew how to sail and with a good crew of Nightingales there really was nothing to worry about. Still, when the first lightning bolt struck the sea Apo couldn’t help but flinch.

“Lightning scared ya, Apo?” Michaela noticed, a smirk on her face as together they undid the ropes that held the small sail down. With winds like this, they really didn’t need all sails up to keep them going. Will and Graecie were up in the mast, hoisting the sail upwards and fastening it.

“Caught me off guard,” Apo deflected. A little storm didn’t faze him, he’d sailed in too many storms to get scared this easily. “I just hadn’t expected a storm to roll in this suddenly.”

“I agree with that,” she said, trying to wipe the thick hair out of her face as she looked up into the mast, where the other two were working hard to tie the sail down. Acho, from behind the wheel, was shouting out orders to the rest of the crew but Apo couldn’t hear him over the sound of the waves. “I’m happy we went with Acho, their ship is by far one of the best from our fleet. No offence.”

“None taken,” Apo muttered, though he would’ve loved it if they had decided to take his ship and let him be the captain. “Do you really think we are going to run into Aimsey on that island?”

“I hope we do,” Michaela’s expression hardened. From what Apo managed to piece together, Michaela knew Aimsey pretty well. She had told him a little about how their families were very good friends and that that was the reason Michaela had come to the Faction Isles in the first place. She was supposed to stay with them for a while, but due to bad weather she arrived later than expected and at that point disaster had already struck. She was told only snippets for what supposedly happened to Aimsey and today the Nightingales hoped to uncover more of what happened that mysterious night. Apo sometimes still had nightmares about the storm and those nasty, purple tentacles.

“Land ho!” Ros yelled from high up in the crows nest. She was brave staying there with this wind, though Apo assumed she was too scared to climb down at all. She was lovely, truly lovely and a true Nightingale at heart but she wasn’t the best pirate. She had however been determined to go along on this venture. She had been so adamant about it that nobody had dared to tell her no.

Acho gestured for Apo to join them, so he swiftly made his way over to them across the slippery deck. He almost stumbled on the stairs, but managed to keep himself upright to present himself to his friend. Acho had been so stoic this journey, as if they had something to prove. Despite them being new to the faction, they were amongst family. They didn’t have to prove their worth to this crew.

“With the weather like this, I can’t dock safely,” they explained to Apo. “I’ll get as close to the shore as I possibly can, but we’ll have to take the sloop to the docks.”

“But we docked safely in that first storm,” Apo argued. “With an entire fleet, even. Sure, the weather is a bit worse than that night but – “

“I won’t put my ship in jeopardy,” Acho interrupted him, set on their own plan. “We had some very good sailors leading the way, that night. We can’t afford losing this ship, we’ll be marooned.”

“Then why did you ask?” Apo said, confused by what Acho wanted from him.

“To inform you to prepare the sloop,” Acho recovered with just a slight hesitation in their voice. “We’ll drop the anchor here. I’ll gather Ros, Will, Graecie and Michaela. The rest of the crew will stay here.”

Apo opted to not go against his friend again and just do as he was told. Acho was on edge, for good reason in all honesty. They were still a bit weary of Willow, the Nightingale that had just come back from a rather large and long journey. He’d been with the Faction for years already, so he knew how things were run amongst their family. Apo somehow assumed Acho felt threatened by that. They must come from a very demanding environment, but Apo didn’t want to get into business he wasn’t supposed to. If Acho want to tell him about their past, they would.  

So, as Acho gathered the Nightingales that would go to shore, Apo prepared the sloop. It wasn’t much and it would be a hell of a job to get this thing to the island that was just about visible through the rain. It wasn’t particularly far and the waves weren’t nearly as bad as on the open seas, but they would have to work hard to row against the tide. Nightingales were though, however, especially when they said their mind to something. With some struggle and good directional ques from Ros, the six of them managed to get the sloop to the deserted docks. When everybody had set foot on solid land and the wood creaked under their feet, they took a look at the island before them.

Apo could feel his mouth drop. It didn’t look anything like the last time he had been here. The goop was gone, the purple tentacles that had engulfed the small seaside down where either gone or had turned to solid stone. It was deserted, as it had been before and cold wind and rain swept against his face. If only he could be back in their tavern with a keg of ale in his hand near the warm fire. But no, they had to set sail to this wretched place they already knew. They weren’t Herons, who looked to discovery every mystery of the world. They weren’t Kestrels, looking for treasure even in places like this. They certainly weren’t Kite, despite them looking for one now.

“This is not what I remember from being here last time,” Graecie was the first one to break the silence. “Where… why has everything turned to stone?”

“I’ve been here once after Aimsey disappeared,” Acho said, which was yet another piece of information Apo wasn’t aware of. “It was a couple of weeks ago, I think, and by that point the stone was already – wait, did you see that?”

Acho pointed towards the sky and Apo had to pull out his spyglass to even see they were pointing to the top of a mountain. He saw nothing but rain and rocks, so he turned to his friend with slight concern.

“I see nothing,” he stated, though Acho looked as if they’d seen a ghost. “It must’ve been the lightning.”

“No, I swear to the Sun God,” Acho argued. Their white hair was plastered to their face and they squinted to look into the distance, the spyglass on their hip entirely forgotten. “There it is again, take a look!”

They pointed, sprinting forward a few steps until Graecie caught them by the collar. Apo followed the gesture with his eyes, but he still had no idea what Acho was talking about.

“What is it, Acho?” Ros asked, her soft voice barely carrying over the sounds of the storm.

“The purple particles!” Acho argued as they turned around, brushing Gracie off. “I – I’m not crazy!”

“We don’t say you are,” Ros assured them with a weak smile. “But let’s not go running off on our own. We already lost a friend here, we wouldn’t want to lose another.”

Ros was the kindest soul Apo had ever met, and he knew quite some people. Yet, on the entire Faction Isles there wasn’t a person as compassionate as Ros. If Apo had to describe what it was to be a Nightingale, he would pick Ros as an example. She would do anything for her faction, even if that particular thing wasn’t in her skill set. If you asked Ros for help, she would drop everything to come to your aid. She cared for her crew.

“I see it too!” Michaela then yelled, pointing to a wildly different spot Acho had earlier. All six of them turned their heads and now, Apo couldn’t deny it. There was something purple far up the mountain, something small and moving. For a moment he thought of cruppy, that weird little creature Olive had encountered on this very island. It had somehow followed them all the way back to the Faction Isles and it seemed to like it there. Yet, this was different as purple particles seemed to flow in the air, clearly visible despite the darkness and the rain. Mere seconds before it blinked out of existence, Apo swore he saw a pair of eyes.

“Where did it go?” Acho questioned and from that point onward, nobody seemed to keep Ros’ warning in mind. Acho was the first to run away, making their way further into the town looking for a way up into the mountains. Michaela followed in their footsteps with her sword in hand. With two already gone, the four remaining Nightingales had little choice but to follow the crew. Apo fell behind as he tried to pinpoint the location of the strange visage again.

There! He spotted it, near where the rest of the crew had gone of to. Through is spyglass he could take a closer look. He had been right, it was more than just particles! There was a figure amongst the strange magic, a face lined in dark hair and shrouded in purple.

“Aimsey…?” Apo muttered aloud, his voice lost to the rain. The appearance looked like them, but he didn’t remember Aimsey being purple. Had they been here the entire time? Why hadn’t they returned to the Faction Isles?

“Aimsey… were are you going?” Apo yelled it into the wind, but the question didn’t seem to land. As his crew scrambled their way up the mountain, the visage had already moved. Apo got into motion, making his way over the slippery rocks and through the mud, battling to keep his balance. They might not be Herons, but this was a discovery worth chasing after. They had come here so Will and Michaela could witness this island for themselves, but none of them had anticipated a chase like this. Had Apo hoped to find Aimsey here? Sure, but he wanted the Aimsey he knew. They had been very welcoming when he arrived at the Faction Isles despite the reputation of the Kites.

“We should take different routes to this mountain!” at some point, Acho was close enough for Apo to hear them. “Take the left, Apo. We think it’s Aimsey!”

It was good to know Apo wasn’t the only one that thought so. He followed Acho’s instructions without giving it much thought, keeping his eye on what they thought to be Aimsey through his spyglass. It moved fast, way to fast for a regular human. Once he had reached the place it had been earlier, it had moved far away. Air started to burn in his lungs and he didn’t know how much time had passed when he found himself on a muddy shore, all alone and in the dark.

“This isn’t going to work,” he muttered to himself, turning around slowly in hopes to spot his crew. He didn’t, however, so he opted to return to the dock where they had set foot earlier. When he finally arrived, soaked to the bone as he had to wade through waist deep water to get back, he found that others had made the same decision. Acho was waiting alongside Will and Graecie. They, much like Apo, had their hair and clothes stuck to their skin because of the weather.

“Apo!” Will sounded delighted to see Apo. “Have you caught them? Have you caught Aimsey?”

“No,” Apo said, still catching his breath. “Did they look weird to you as well? They looked… purple, despite those weird particles.”

“Something is off about this place,” Graecie confirmed. “We… we didn’t get close enough to them to ask them anything. What concerns me more, where are Ros and Michaela?”

Acho snapped to attention as if he hadn’t noticed they were missing two of their crew members before that. The two must still be on their way to the docks, Apo told himself. Sure, this island hadn’t taken another soul. He wouldn’t believe that.

“I – Let me go look for them,” Acho decided all on their own and before the others could go against it, they had already disappeared into the town. Apo opted to go after them for a moment, but that meant he had to leave Will and Graecie behind on the docks. Acho could fend for himself, Apo considered them to be one of the Nightingales best swordspeople.

“When you told me you’d show me a special place, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Will said as the rain started to die down. Apo had no idea how long they had been running around the island, chasing Aimsey, but he swore he could see the beginnings of daylight at the horizon.

“Well, we weren’t exactly expecting to run into an adventure quite like this,” Graecie admitted. She pulled her hair together to wring the water out of it, shifting her eyepatch in the process. She quickly put it back into position. “Do you guys think we should tell anybody at the Faction Isles?”

Apo hadn’t even thought about that yet. Was a wild goose chase on this mystic figure really something they wanted? Sure, Apo wanted to know what was happening here but not at the cost of any more lives. Some mysteries where better left uncovered.

“The Herons might be helpful in this endeavor,” Will opted. “They love their mysteries, if I remember correctly. If anybody knows something about this, it must be them.”

He was right, the Herons might just know a thing or two. Maybe the Herons that roamed the Factions Isles right now had never encountered anything like this, but those of old might just have. Apo knew of their vast library with maps and documents. He was happy he didn’t have to add anything to it.

“Michaela, they are here!” Ros turned a corner and suddenly, she and Michaela had made it to the dock. Their sudden appearance startled Apo, though he hoped he had concealed that first reaction good enough. Michaela still had her sword out, gripped tightly at the hilt. There had been a point at which Apo had questioned if she hadn’t been more on her place with the Kites, but she never meant any real harm with her threats. The Kites did, Apo had had enough running ins with them.

“I touched the cloud,” Michaela stuttered and Ros instantly wrapped an arm around her to console her. “I… they were there. They were friendly. The cloud didn’t hurt me.”

Apo couldn’t really string together what she meant by that, but he didn’t dare to ask. She seemed shaken by whatever had happened to her. All that mattered was that both of them had gotten back safely.

“Great, and now Acho is running around looking for the two of you,” Graecie sighed. “He’ll be smart enough to return swiftly, right? – Oh, speak of the devil.”

Acho reappeared on the other side of the dock, but clocked the group quickly enough. They came running towards them, boots splashing on the waterlogged planks and their coat swirling around their legs.

“Is everybody alright?” they asked and Apo couldn’t help but notice he didn’t sound particularly out of breath. That was impressive, in all fairness. “Have you caught the… whatever that was?”

“It’s Aimsey,” Michaela said with confidence. “Or… it looks like them. Something is off with this island, with them, I don’t know! We should do something.”

Apo had never struck Michaela as someone desperate, but she sure sounded like it. Of course she was, she just wanted to safe her friend.

“We should ask the Herons for advice,” Graecie said, repeating her earlier thought. “If anybody has the information, they do.”

“No Herons!” Acho almost yelled, which wasn’t necessary anymore as the storm had settle down just as suddenly as is had appeared. “It – this doesn’t concern them at all. If anything, we should inform the Kites. Aimsey is one of them, after all.”

“I’d rather not talk to the Kites,” Michaela said and a frown appeared on her face. “One of them keeps threatening me he’ll murder me once I set foot off the Isles. Some of them are… a bit wicked. Aimsey was the most reasonable of them. I like the idea of going to the Herons.”

“What about the Kestrels?” Acho continued, clearly not happy with the idea of going to the Herons. “Wasn’t Aimsey quite close with one of them?”

“With Guqqi, you mean?” Apo had to dig deep in his memory to come up with that name. “The one person who also went missing on the same night?”

“We don’t know if she’s missing,” Acho said, though Apo doubted anybody had heard from her since she had taken off with those cloaked fellas. Apo didn’t talk to the Kestrels that much, there was only Martyn he could sometimes have a normal conversation with but the others were just to stuck up with themselves. Apo didn’t think he could ever be that selfish.

“How about we discuss this back at the Faction Isles?” Ros proposed as more light started to spill over the now calmed down ocean. “We should all get a chance of dry clothes, we’ll get sick like this.”

There was a grumbling agreement and in a somewhat awkward silence, the crew returned to the sloop. Apo couldn’t help but wonder why Acho seemed to have such an aversion to talking to the Herons. He thought the Herons to be quite pleasant to be around as long as you didn’t start about their achievements. Once they started their tales, they wouldn’t stop talking no matter what you tried.

As they rowed back to the ship, Apo threw one last glance back at the island. Now, with the light of day creeping in long shadows were cast over the stony structures looking very much like tentacles. All of the stone had been purple once, whatever had happened to it for it to look like this? Apo was afraid they might never know, which in turn would mean there was little chance they would get Aimsey back. Whatever had happened to them, Apo could only pray the thing that did it stayed on that island.   

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This was my first time tuning into an Apo lore stream and I might just tune into a bunch more, as I had a blast! Also, I'll protect Ros with my life she is so very dear to me.

(also please to scream at me if I got any pronouns wrong by mistake)

[fallen-hero7]

p!aimsey p2

i am absolutely going feral rn.

SO. P!aimsey disappeared the day of the factioning and most people really liked them! Guqqie also got kinda.. kidnapped-

AND!!! A bit (like a week or two) after this event, the island (who was purple and full of weird vines) got turned into stone... like Guqqie was.....

But even more recently, in the last few days, two groups went on the aimsey island (at different times).

The Herons (Scott, Owen and Watermuch) went a few DAYS ago and scott noticed purple particules floating around the island. Then he noticed AIMSEY was in it. The thing is, Owen and Water weren't seeing it. You can go watch from their pov, and aimsey won't appear, but from scott, they will.

But TODAY, the nightingales (Apo, Acho, Michaela, Graecie, Willow and Ros) went and both Apo and Acho saw them. They saw Aimsey in the purple. Others saw the particules too, but not aimsey.

THREE PEOPLE SO FAR SEEMED TO HAVE SEEN AIMSEY!

Also, I just would like to say : - when Scott said aimsey was here and the others weren't seeing it, they said scott was "seeing things" and maybe was a bit crazy. - when Apo and Acho were seeing things, the others nightingales decited to chase the particules to try to find Aimsey, and only questioned the fact that they weren't seeing them a bit, but only after having chased aimsey for a while.

AISMEY MIGHT BE ALIVE AND I'M NOT OKAY. IS GUQQIE GONNA BE BACK TOO???

there's Aimsey, barely visible in the first pic (from Acho's pov) and then way more visible in the second pic (Scott's pov). Their skin is a bit weird and the particules really don't help seeing them properly.... BUT THERES AIMSEY!!! On scott's pov, you can even see the nametag!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dailyasiandramas]

[emiliosandozsequence]

what is your nebulous tag for?

it's for a scifi duet i want to write about a girl named comet who discovers she has the power to control spacetime!! (mostly time tho) but as she uses her powers more and more, there is great cost to herself. the story is meant to be a bittersweet tragedy 💕

it originally was going to be just one book, but i realized that the story is too involved for that, so i'm splitting it into two.

anyway the fcs for my main characters are as follows

comet stessen: amandla stenberg (mc; can use spacetime; passenger aboard the atlas)

graham stessen (her dad and a scientist): sterling k. brown

siris greyhawke: michael greyeyes (the chef aboard the atlas)

halo: ian alexander (the navigator of the atlas)

juno ros: michaela jae rodriguez (doctor aboard the atlas)

nova ros (juno's wife and captain of the atlas): michelle yeoh

aries: bill skarsgard (security officer of the atlas)

medra khatri: amita suman (mechanic of the atlas)

this book was heavily inspired by the locked tomb, the sparrow, the tv show 'firefly', the movie 'lucy', and the long way to a small angry planet!! i'm still in the planning stages of this novel tho!!

[youngfcs]

Oii, Cib! Como você tá? Espero que bem! Será que você consegue me ajudar a montar uma família pra Auli'i Cravalho? Pai, mãe, irmão mais velho (19-25) e irmão mais novo (5-10). Obrigada desde já!

Olá, anon! Estou bem e você? Espero que tudo certinho! Bom, eu posso sim, mas a Auli'i tem várias ascendências (Nativo Havaiana, Portuguesa, Porto-Riquenha, Chinesa e Irlandesa) e não conheço ninguém com a mesma exata dela :( então vou me focar nelas separadamente, tá bem?

Mãe:

Kelly Hu (47-55) [Ascendência Havaiana, Chinesa e Inglesa]

Shannyn Sossamon (37-45) [Ascendência Nativo Havaiana, Filipina, Inglesa, Alemã, Irlandesa e Francesa]

Andrea Navedo (46-54) [Ascendência Porto-riquenha]

Michaela Conlin (38-45) [Ascendência Chinesa e Irlandesa]

Pai:

Keanu Reeves (51-59) [Ascendência Chinesa, Nativo Havaiana, Portuguesa e Inglesa]

Jason Momoa (36-44) [Ascendência Nativo Havaiana, Alemã, Irlandesa e Pawnee]

Jon Seda (45-53) [Ascendência Porto-riquenha]

Anthony Ruivivar (47-55) [Nasceu no Havaí com ascendência Chinesa, Filipino, Espanhola, Alemã e Escocesa]

Irmão mais velho:

Gavin Leatherwood (19-27) [Nasceu no Havaí com ascendência Nativo Americana, Irlandesa, Espanhola, Inglesa e Galesa]

Matthew Sato (16-22) [Nasceu no Havaí com ascendência Nativo Havaiana, Chinesa, mix de Inglês, Irlandês, Escocês e Alemão e Japonesa]

Evan Mock (18-26) [Nasceu no Havaí, mas tem ascendência Filipina]

Michael Cimino (17-24) [Ascendência Porto-riquenha e Italiana]

Irmão mais novo:

Lennon Sun (05-08) [ascendência chinesa]

Lee Ro Woon (05-10) [ascendência chinesa]

Caso você pense em mudar, a única criança dessa idade que eu encontrei com ascendência nativo havaiana foi a Maia Kealoha.

(cib)

[sweetsmalldog]

Two questions, yet again :)

1- Who all became gods by the Ocean, and who all became gods by the Sun God? So far, the only one I know who became a god by the Ocean was Eret.

2- Of all of the members of Pirates SMP, who have you still to assign a role as a god to? And do you have ideas for them?

Eret, Kuvero, Sausage, and Watermunch all became became gods via the ocean.

The ones who have ones written down for and not shared are

Watermunch as Goddess of the Tides

Sausage as God of Sunken Treasure

Cleo as the Goddess of Alcohol

Red as the God of Weaponry

Martyn as the God of Ingenuity

Jojo as the Goddess of the Moon

Michaela as the Goddess of Loyalty

I may have mentioned Graecie as The Goddess of Polaris (North Star) but I can’t remember

Shep, Callum, Ros, and El are the gods of the four winds but I want them to be the cardinal directions each of the faction bases are most in but I cannot find that info to save my life

[missilek-ller]

lets see what alf + 444 looks like :0!

Bystander/Daughter of White - Mothy (would it be son of yellow?? Idk)

Long time no Senyuu woah it’s been forever since I drew for this series.

I literally gasped when I saw what song this was. Of course I went with the attempted murder scene.

If Alf is Clarith this implies Michaela is Elf. And if I drew Ros as Riliane does this mean Lake is Allen.

This got me thinking though. Evillous is complicated but if I assigned characters in this specific part of the story outside of this prompt I would go with like. Clarith + Michaela Ros or Crea or Alba but like Allen Elf and Riliane Alf. Like Elf’s personality is more suited to Riliane but like Elf does transformation stuff which means Elf can do the thing at the end of Servant/Daughter of Evil.

I’ve kind half forgotten what I was talking about now. Anyways I want Ros+Alf friendship.

[pixiecaps]

yall gotta listen ro fhis

the advebture time song eternity with you is so catchy its like one of the best ones ever

[umisabaku]

Exciting Writing Announcement/Update  #1!

Exciting Writing Announcement/Update #1!!!

In honor of the fact that I am going to be posting the last chapters of "This Is Love" Very Soon (which, spoiler alert, is Exciting Writing Announcement/Update #2), I have self-published a new book that I am very excited to be sharing with you all =D

As I kept saying, I got really really attached to all the OCs in D:M, and I really wanted to keep writing them in their own story, in a completely original setting, where everyone gets to be happy and alive. So during the very long editing process, I have done that! If you're at all interested in reading an original story featuring Masaomi, Youji, Hinami and Shiori, you can buy the story here.

And if you want to read the first chapter, I posted it here, on a tumblr I created for this side project, but not sure how active this sideblog will be. I am so bad at maintaining more than one social media.

Masaomi is actually a dragon in this one =D Everyone else gets to be a mythological creature too.

Blurb:

The Red Dragon has been betrayed. Akaryu Masaomi is rightfully one of six rulers of the celestial world's elaborate and repressive administration, and has taken his powers and privileges for granted all his life, but he has been framed for treason, stripped of his lands, and thrown in prison. Now, trapped in human form and without allies, all he can do is wait for his execution in the most secure prison in the land of Tenou.

Elsewhere, three strangers are all sent on a mission. The soldier obeying her commanding officer and seeking a turning point in their rebellion against the tyrannical administration, the shaman just trying to survive her fall from grace while listening to the cryptic advice of her great-grandmother's ghost, and the outcast who owes a favor to the divine entity who once saved his life, all set out with the same goal: Rescue the Red Dragon.

More information/FAQ under the cut.

This is a brand new project, so no one has actually asked any questions yet, but since I thought there might be some questions, here are the ones I anticipated:

Why is this under a different name than your other original novel?

Let's just say, there are people IRL who know about Light in Dark Places that I would prefer NOT know about this one, so I published under a different name.

Will it be available in paperback?

Yes! Eventually! Well, ideally. But that process takes slightly longer, and I didn't want to wait, so it's just available as an ebook for now.

Is it a repeat of "This is Love?"

Nope! Overall, some of the backstories are/similar to how they appear in "This Is Love" but in a completely new context and world, so it is entirely new. Nothing that was written in "This is Love" gets word for word repeated.

Is there romance?

Also eventually, but gosh this one is somehow an even slower burn than "This Is Love," so this first book has no romance at all.

Is there more than one?

I'm hoping for a series, and there is *for sure* going to be a sequel, because the first draft of the sequel is finished, but needs a long and thorough editing job. Like all of my writing projects, the presence of more books kinda depends on how fun it is to keep writing. But I do really enjoy writing these characters, so here's hoping.

Are you still writing fanfiction?

Yes, of course. As Exciting Writing Update/Announcement #3, I have FINALLY started writing that long KNB fantasy AU again. That fic is my white whale damn it, and I am finally hunting that thing down. Or however the metaphor works.

Why doesn’t the cover show up on the Amazon page?

I don’t knooooooow, but it distresses me greatly. =( Actually, I think it’s because I literally uploaded this yesterday, and all the details have not caught up with the page yet, and I was too impatient to wait for it to look all nice and professional. Hopefully that sorts itself out soon.

Are the other D:M OCs going to make an appearance?

Some of them make exceedingly brief appearances in this first book, and will feature more heavily in the second book. But yeah, if I created an OC for D:M, I considered them fair game to appear in this new series. You know, with slight name variations and what not.

Anything else?

If you're actually reading all these questions/answers, thank you so much, I love you. But yeah, that's it for now I guess =D

As I reward for those of you reading these questions, I will confirm that the end of "This Is Love" will be posted tomorrow, barring anything supremely unexpected happening.=D =D

[stifledlaughterao3]

“loyalty carved like runes in her bones”

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"Tell me then, good bartender, do you think my bulgae knows I love her?"

(Youji is confronted with questions he is not prepared to answer regarding loyalty and love.)

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Behold, what I believe is the first The Magpie Chronicles by @umisabaku / Michaela Ro fanfic! I’m waiting for AO3 to make the category (as of 8.19.2020) so it’s in Unspecified Fandom right now. 

(This fic contains spoilers for the book! Please do not read the fic before you have read the book.)

[pavedinashes-if]

may I ask for some michael / michaela lore please? i want to know as much as possible about my fiancé/é...

of course! Here we go, but watch out!

nsfw and spoiler below:

M speak 7 languages (German, English, French, Italian, Spanish, Japanese & Farsi) + knows Latin

M lived in Japan for 1 year

M's last girlfriend / boyfriend was Persian, they learned Farsi for them

M lost their virginity to their art teacher at an art exhibition when they were 14 years old

M changed to a different hospital after their former Boss' inappropriate advances

M's Sphinx cats are called Kain & Abel

M have an intimate piercing they got when they were 18 years old

M dream of backpacking through Nepal one day

M have a cotton candy soft spot for something the MC does

[nynewe]

Agast Atera En, 2015

photo: Michaela Knizova

[meme-the-queen-cara]

TSS ROs as Florida Man Headlines

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[heoldramaicons]

please, like or reblog if you save/use

[sweetkangjoon]

that's life.