#my nickname is kitty and has been since birth

[adiraofthetals]

Time for me to binge-watch X.O. Kitty!!

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ hp time travel reality intro!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ reality info!!

: ̗̀➛ it's currently august 27, 1980

: ̗̀➛ hogwarts is a university where students start at 18 yrs old

: ̗̀➛ absolutely nobody will find out that me, harry & hermione are from the future unless we tell them ourselves

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ about me!!

name: andromeda amore black ii

nickname(s): romie, rome, ro, andy, meda

age: 21

date of birth: september 10, 1986

birthplace: milan, italy

ethnicity: french, italian & bulgarian

blood status: pureblood

height: 5'4"

house: slytherin

year: 3rd

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

patronus & animagus: fluffy black cat w/ silver eyes

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my backstory!!

: ̗̀➛ i was born on september 10, 1986 in milan, italy to sirius orion black iii & katerina hélène nott. i am the paternal niece of regulus ara black ii and the maternal niece of theodred giovanni nott. i am the maternal cousin of theodore aurelio 'theo' nott. my mother was killed by rogue death eaters when i was 6 years old and i was left in the care of andromeda vinda tonks née black & her husband, edward kentaro tonks. when i started hogwarts, nobody really wanted to be my friend because of who my father was; the only two who didn't care were hermione & theo. because of hermione, i became close with harry although he was still wary of me due to ron warning him about my dad. near the end of 3rd year, as we went to use the time-turner, it malfunctioned and instead of only sending us back a few hours as planned it sent us all the way back to august 23, 1980, a little over a week before the start of my dad's 3rd year at hogwarts. the time turner broke beyond repair the moment we landed and a few minutes later, dumbledore found us standing in the empty hospital wing. he brought us up to his office and we explained who we were, what time we came from and what happened. when we realized the three of us had absolutely no way back to our own time, we decided to pose as new students, with me & harry using hermione's surname and claiming we're her half-siblings.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my dad!!

name: sirius orion black iii

nickname(s): siri

age: 20

date of birth: november 3, 1959

birthplace: versailles, france

ethnicity: french

blood status: pureblood

height: 5'10"

house: gryffindor

year: 3rd

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he/him

patronus & animagus: black belgian sheepdog

other info: he's been betrothed to my mother since they were 14

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my mom!!

name: katerina hélène nott

nickname(s): kat, rina, riri, kitty

age: 20

date of birth: june 5, 1960

birthplace: milan, italy

ethnicity: italian-bulgarian

blood status: pureblood

height: 5'3"

house: slytherin

year: 3rd

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

other info: she's not a blood supremacist, she's best friends with dorcas rosalia meadowes, she actually has a very close bond with theodred even though they have different beliefs, she has green eyes

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my future husband!!

name: james fleamont potter

nickname(s): jay, jamie, jem

age: 20

date of birth: march 27, 1960

birthplace: liverpool, england

ethnicity: greek-mexican

blood status: pureblood

height: 6'4"

house: gryffindor

year: 3rd

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: he/him

patronus & animagus: red deer stag

our trope: slowburn friends to lovers

other info: he is a chaser on the quidditch team, he's possessive but not controlling, he's immune to any & all love potions

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my best friend!!

name: hermione jeanette granger

nickname(s): mia

age: 21

date of birth: september 19, 1986

birthplace: bristol, england

ethnicity: african-english

blood status: muggle-born

height: 5'5"

house: ravenclaw (formerly gryffindor)

year: 3rd

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

patronus & animagus: otter

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my close friend!!

name: harrison james potter

nickname(s): harry

age: 20

date of birth: july 31, 1987

birthplace: godric's hollow, somerset, england

ethnicity: mexican, welsh, greek & irish

blood status: half-blood

height: 5'5'"

house: slytherin (formerly gryffindor)

year: 3rd

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he/him

patronus & animagus: red deer stag

[heryemily5927]

Okay, I can do it!

First of all, nice to meet you, I have been hearing about you for a very long time but this is the first time I'm speaking to you, directly.

Thank you so much for all of these question, I was craving for this, for this interest in my OC.

By elements do you mean "flames"? A few days after his birth Tsuna and Hayato found out he could use flame because crying he activated sky flames, which was kinda expected since he is Tsuna's biological child. In different occasions but very early, parents acknowledge each flame due to different situations. Rain for example was first time activated to calm down on his own.

He is a sweetheart, more or less, he is not exactly an angel, but he is pure, he has good intentions for the most. He likes animals, all of them, he is a huge fan of reptiles and his favourite is snake. Snakes aside, he really love cats and all felines.

He doesn't have a favourite flower because he has quite a pissed off relationship with them. His name means "fireworks", but some children, calls him "Hana" for short and Hana means flower in Japanese. Once this info got out some children started to call him "little flower" in Italian "fiorellino" which is not exactly pleasant. Classmates mocking him with all kind of cute nicknames, he feels like nobody takes him seriously.

He has a lot of interests, he likes to play videogames and show his superiority to his parents and uncles and friends. He also likes to read mangas, he is really into shounen and slice of life.

He enjoys painting views and drawing portrays, he is a lot in portraying. He also likes to compose, lullabies for the most, because he may have trouble sleeping with both too many sounds and too much silence.

Oh, I forgot to mention that he loves dinosaurs, his room as a baby is full of dinosaurs pictures and plushies.

More or less, he struggles a lot at learning things he is not really interested in, but he is smart as Hayato so he is good at school and he only asks Tsuna for help to mock him.

Regarding training he is a fast learner exactly as Tsuna, he has to figure out things on his own, but he has the hyper intuition so it's not that hard. He struggles at lot at fighting, he doesn't get exactly how to move with flames. He doesn't wear gloves or similar he just has a lot of power stored in him and he doesn't train as much as Tsuna did at the time.

Let's just say he is better at drawing and composing, but you can't defeat and enemy with a portrait or a melody.

Yes, actually everybody knows that but Tsuna, because he is strictly against. He will find out, he will be mad. Hanabi one day is going to protect him for an unexpected attack and Tsuna would be like "okay, Hayato... Mind to explain why our child can fight?". Troubles in paradise, but Tsuna will come out thinking it was the right choice after all. Ever since that day Tsuna allows Hanabi's training and even helps.

He loves all cats, totally, he likes to adopt stray cats and Hayato full support that. Tsuna likes to keep them in the garden, Hanabi brings at home a bunch of kitties and then begs Tsuna for them to stay. Tsuna is weak when it comes to Hanabi.

Hanabi was used to sleep surrounded by Uri and Natsu in his crib, his big crib. They have raised him as well. One day he wakes up in his bed, his very cute bed and he finds a cute kitten. He is around 4/5 y.o. when this happens. He instantly calls this soft thing Natsuri and they grow up together.

Yes, he is a great actor when needed and he is a real bitch. He is spoiled, the devil in disguise. Once he pretended he didn't know Hayato because Hayato didn't want to buy him a game. He started crying and protesting till a police officer came closer wondering what was going on. Gokudera was like "my kid is just messing with me, don't worry" and Hanabi was like "officer, I have never seen this man before in my whole life." So yeah, he is a menace.

He doesn't like to lie though, he only does that when it's really necessary and as a baby he used to play dumb a lot to reach his goals.

Well well well

I'm not sure about it, but back to 2014 I made this very first lovechild, her name was Hikari, she had Hanabi's physical features. Going on I made a lot of other lovechildren I must mention Mineko, which is Hanabi's enthusiasm, Nao, Hanabi's character design alongside with relationship with Yamamoto and Shun, Hanabi's fearful side. There were a lot more, I mixed all of them and made Hanabi out of it, I think around two/three years ago. I made him together with @masterdisastre.

OTP has been lighting up my soul ever since 2014, one of my best friends introduced me to KHR and it became utterly ridiculous and obvious how in love 5927 is.

Oh no, we are done...

Feel free to ask anything else.

I desperately want to know more about people's khr OCs! Specifically yours @lilacdon20 and also yours @masterdisastre !!!!

But really anyone is very welcomed to reblog this with ramblings of their OCs!

Yes You! The person reading this! I want to know about your OCs specifically!!!!

Also you are all welcomed to tag other people who's khr OCs you like as well!! ANYONE IS WELOCME! /pos

Questions, if needed because flustered or confused, are under the Read more!

First up! General questions!

What is their name? Their pronouns? Ago? Gender identity? Sexuality? (if any of that matters lmao)

Are they somehow related to another khr character? In what way?

What does your oc look like? Do you have any art of them? Picrew also welcomed! Ai art... Not preferred >:/

What are their relationships to other khr characters? Pairings you like with your oc? Adopted siblings and parents maybe?

Actually what's the family situation of your oc? Do they have siblings that's a background character perhaps? (example: sometimes I give Kusakabe Tetsuya a brother)

Does your oc have a mental illness? Neurodivergencies? Other disabilities? At what age did they get these disabilities if they weren't born with them?

If they had a super power what would it be?

Free Space! [Anything else you want to talk about?]

Khr specific questions:

What's their flames? And how many flames do they have? One? More? None?

How do they use their flames? If they have one.

If they don't have a flame, how do they fight? Do they fight at all?

If they can't fight for any reason, what's their preferred method of self defense?

Free space! [insert any khr specific question you want!]

And last but not least and mostly for fun!!! Khr character questions:

How much does Tsuna want to protect your oc upon first meeting them? After knowing them a minute, is Tsuna now scared of them or worried about them?

Does Reborn think they're pathetic or does he have a slight respect for them? If he suddenly appeared out of a wall-hole, how would your oc react?

Would Hibari Kyoya be able to stand being in a room with them for five minutes? How long do they last in a fight against him?

Would your oc go off rambling about crytids with Gokudera? If yes, which is their fave cryptid?

Would Skull try to flirt with them? Would he score a date? Pity date or genuine interest?

How loud does your oc cheer when Yamamoto hits a home run? What if the ball hit them?

Would your oc be able to last an hour watching over Lambo, I-pin and Fuuta? What if they all had sugar beforehand?

What food would Sawada Nana cook for your oc? What's their favourite food? Drink?

Free space! [insert any other character questions you want!]

There is no pressure for anyone to answer of course. I just want to get to know more OCs and their creators. I'm talkative lately so I'll try to keep up with the reblogs as best I can :3

Multiple reblogs for multiple OCs are also very very welcomed!

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Pink Chains Sequel

The oldest. Male, twin. Souta.(Means A sudden wind or sound)

The middle. Male. Twin. Kaito. (Means sea or ocean)

Youngest. Female. Kana. (Means powerful)

@galagcica @squeaky-ducky @kozushiki @haikyuu-but-low-iq @lunebabie @derpeedoo @kayisweird @zopzoop

“We do now!!!!” You told him, rubbing your stomach

“Swee..sweetie are you serious?” He climbed over the desk grabbing you and pulling you between his legs.

“Yep!!! Surprise Kyo!!!”

He was a little shocked for a few minutes, you were telling him how excited you were but he could not register it. A kid, not one but three. Will they be like him? Scary? Will they think hes scary?!?

“Kyo?” You lightly tugged his shirt so he would look at you. “Kyo whats wrong?”

He squeezed you sighing deep. “Im nervous sweetie thats all.”

You laid your head on his chest. “Well.. i am too . But! I have you to help and you have me. Not to mention all your friends. “ you took his ring hand to hold it and nuzzled his sleeve. “I love you, we will be fine Kyo.”

Kyo took in a deep breath and kissed your head. “Yeah, we will. I love you so much sweetie.”

It was an interesting nine months for everyone. Kyo had gotten his friends together for beach volleyball one night , you were there too but you were sitting with a sundress on looking excited.

“Soo...” Iwaizumi said, rubbing his head. “Whats this about?”

Oikawa and Mattsun were stumped too, so was Yahaba. Bokuto was trying to piece it together as well.

You got up and turned to the side and Kyo put his hand on your stomach. “Well... lets just hope you can deal with more of me”

Safe to say Kyo got tackled into the sand by everyone.

Time Skip to the kids being 7.

💕Kyo and Reader still live in his home. Iwaizumi does too since he owns the basement half of the house.

💕Chicken Legs had trouble adjusting to the children but Readers cats have helped relax and calm him. He's not so shaky anymore.

💕King is the kids number one fan. He is always there to help them with a prank on their father or to help them up and down the stairs.

💕Rex gets brushed every five minutes and he *loves it*. Kana also likes putting ribbons on his tail.

💕Mango is carried around everywhere by Kaito because he is small and “fun to carry”

💕The twins get up to no good alot. Souta is like the wind, no one ever knows if he's gonna do something. Kaito is more calm, like the ocean . But just like his brother, he's right there to lend a hand in mischief

💕Kana is attached to Kyo and Readers hip nearly 24/7 because she is scared of everything. She was tiny at birth. A “runt of the litter” Kyo called it, which gave her the nickname “Kana Pup” by Kyo. Everything is bigger than her and she doesn't like it. She's scared of Oikawa and it makes him sad.

💕Kyo and Reader own a bigger building together that they turned into The Dog House. They sell apparel but with Readers designs now too. The kids hangout at the shop usually after school.

💕The building has an upper floor or office area where Reader works on new designs / manages the finances while Kyo works the floor.

💕Souta and Kaito spend their days greeting customers and telling them specials (as best they can) . If Kana is not with her mother she is with Kyo at the register coloring under the desk so no one can see her.

💕kyo does not know what to do about Kana, he's worried she won't have friends and isolate herself. Iwaizumi suggests a hobby or club for middle school and Oikawa suggests volleyball.

💕its at the beach Kana realizes how fun volleyball is. She even lets Oikawa show her how to play.

💕Mattsun still has his tattoo shop. Kyo now has a back piece too. It's three wolf pups .

💕Kana joins the volleyball club

💕the twins join an art club and it is very interesting to them . Souta & Kaito are naturals at coming up with designs

💕iwaizumi babysits when Kyo and reader need alone time at the house

💕every now and then Kyo will check in on his kids at night, he leans on the wall of the door just watching them sleep. It's been a few years since they were born and he's still dumbfounded he could make such blessings

💕Kanas first game is a little rocky, she's nervous about people watching her. That is until Bokuto yells for the stands ‘all eyes on you because you are the star of this court!!!’ . She pulls through and turns out she spikes just like her father. They win because of her. Reader cries tears of joy and the twins are going nuts , Kyo pulls reader close kissing her

💕The twins debut a simple design. It's a crow with its wings out with a chain collar on its neck. Their parents love it.

Time skip to HighSchool

💕The kids go to Karasuno

💕The twins are in a design/business club

💕Kana is the wing spiker of her team. She is tall like her father and brings her team to Nationals.

💕Mattsun has a pretty little happy girl come into his shop one day asking for a fluffy kitty tattoo . Mattsun thanks god this is happening and gets her number

💕Oikawa & Iwaizumi still work at the Dog House. Oikawa now has the same volleyball tattoo his friends have. Iwaizumi helps the twins bring their designs up to sell online

After High School.

💕Kana plays for the Black Jackals. The twins have a successful online business selling their designs on different things.

💕Kyo and Reader have expanded the Dog House and it has more locations now.

💕Every friday night they spend their time laying on Kyos car with music on watching the stars in their backyard.

The end 💕

Little bonus mini drabbles!!

“raaaa!!!!!” Yelled Kaito

“Aaaarrgg!!!!” Yelled Souta.

Kana had her ears covered and had Chicken Legs laying down next to her with his paw over his eyes. She was sitting on the floor coloring in her book when her siblings rushed down the stairs with toilet paper and heavy eye makeup on their face and body. King, Rex and Mango were close behind with equal amounts of toilet paper on them too. This was a regular saturday...

Iwaizumi was on the couch watching these terrors run around the house . He pat Kana on the head counting quietly. “And 5...4...3...2...1...” The garage door could be heard and the twins and dogs stopped. Heavy steps and giggling were getting closer.

“Kaito.”

“Yes Souta?”

“It appears we are going to die today”

“Yes i believe so.”

Kana peaked at Iwaizumi and he just gave her that smile that made her get red in the face. The door opened and you and Kyo saw your kids covered in toilet paper and makeup. The dogs too. Kyo rubbed between his eyes and you giggled going over to Kana who was holding her arms up to you.

“Souta?”

“Yes Kaito?”

“It was nice knowing you.”

“Likewise”

(Whenever Kyo asks Iwai why he allows this he just shrugs and says “hey they aint my kids 😋”)

*💕

Kyo had picked the kids up from school and went straight into work. No one minded that the kids were there, they behaved. Mostly.

“Welcome to The Dog House!!!” Yelled the twins“The finest dogs and the biggest house!!! At your service!!!!”

Youd never seen so many metal heads giggle and chuckle like little kids before. Kana though, was under the register coloring and leaning on her fathers leg. Kyo leaned on the register looking down at his daughter.

“Kana pup”

“Papa..?” She asked, looking up, brushing her hair from her face.

“Do you wanna greet customers with your brothers?

She shrugged pulling the book closer. “N-no..”

He rolled his shoulders looking back up to see his friends frowning at him.

“Maybe a club will help”

“Or volleyball!!!”

*💕

The twins were running around the beach with Mattsun chasing them , Kyo, Iwa, and Kawa were tossing the ball to each other. And you were sitting on a towel under an umbrella with Kana clinging to your arm. You had noticed she was fixed on what her father was doing and you signaled to get his attention and pointed at yoir daughter.

“Kana pup.” He said, catching the ball. “Cmere for a second.”

She shook her head and you rubbed her side.”just for a second baby.”

Kana gets up joining her father and he crouches down behind her. “Put your fists together , be still okay?”

“ dont.. wanna get hit..”

“You wont i promise.” He nodded to Iwaizumi and he lightly tossed the ball to Kana . “Now just move your wrist down. Then connect with the ball semding it up”

As soon as the ball hit her wrists she whined turning around to hug her father. “Kana, look.” He turned her head . The ball was in the air . “You did it.”

“I.. i hit it.”

“Maybe Oikawa can explain better.” He said, getting up and Oikawa crouched down next to her. Kana whined giving him a scared look and he just held his hands out to recieve the ball.

“Its easy, promise!” The ball bounced off his wrists.

After a few tries Kana got the positioning right and even asked Oikawa to help and show her more.

*💕

One night Mattsun is at his shop filling in his laptop with appointments, transactions, bills. Its late, maybe almost 10. He liked to stay open when he had late nights like this. No one ever came by but.. it made him hope someone would. Mattsun was covered head to toe in tattoos. The bell dinged and he looked up from his desk and fell forward.

It was a girl; pink shoes, dyed highlighted pink hair, a white belly top and shorts. “Hey Mr!!!! Can i get a tattoo please?! A fluffy kitty or kitten? Do you do those? “

Mattsun smiled up at his ceiling . “Whoevers watching , thank you.”

He looked back over at the huffy girl. “Yeah i can do that Kitty, let me get a sketch going and you can tell me what you think.” He said with a very big smile. “Whats your name?” He asked , going around his desk to his wheely chair .

“Y/n!! “ the girl skipped over sitting in the chair criss cross. “Can you do it here?” She pointed to her inner thigh .

Mattsun thanked whoever was watching over him again but in his head. “I sure can y/n. I sure can.”

“No no!! Kitty!! I like it.”

Mattsun had a silly grin on his face now. “Okay kitty”

*💕

Its late at night and the only one up is Kyo. He was leaning on the wall watching his kids, ‘how did i get here?’ He asked himself while eyeing his bruised knuckles. Slowly he looked up. “I love you guys so much...”

“And i love you.” He heard behind him. A giggle too.

[oldmanlenz]

Mun stole this because it looked fun to fill in, so here it is-

Full Name: Billy Lenz

(Note: the name 'Billy' is actually a nickname for William, however I don't want to be 100% accurate in here with identities. Plus I feel like Billy doesn't identify with the actual William name, if you call him that he'd become inconsolable, no doubt in my mind he'd become aggressive too.)

Nicknames: Billy, Bill, Bee, mr. Lenz, mr. Billy, the old Moaner, old man, senior citizen

Place of birth: Good old Toronto, he was born there and he will never get out, not that he wants to. It's unspecified as to exactly where, city/hospital-wise he was born, or if he was born in a hospital at all, the old man can't recall, he's unsure if he even lived in Toronto already back then or if his family moved.

Current location: Toronto. He'll most likely never be able to leave Canada in general, long bus rides stress him out and airplanes scare the shit out of him, he would definitely end up vomiting multiple times on an airplane.

Sexual/romantic orientation: gay gay homosexual gay

Preferred pronouns: he/him and it/it's, mainly. He doesn't care much really, people assumed he was a woman on the phone multiple times too due to his voice impressions.

Sex: yes

Gender: manly man with horrible lifestyle choices

One personality trait they’re proud of having: Close to none. This man is quite ashamed of most things he's ended up becoming.

Defining gestures (i.e. lip twitching, keeping eyes on the ground, etc.): Often fiddles and fidgets with his own (sometimes very shaky) hands, twirls the cord of the telephone when using it to speak to someone else, often holding onto his own gut, tugging/pulling at his own skin(usually from his hands or neck) rather harshly, or gripping tightly at his own sweater(usually when nervous).

(He doesn't exactly have a gentle grip no matter how hard he tries, so he sometimes ends up hurting himself on accident by either squeezing his stomach too hard or have what little fingernails he still has dig too deeply into the skin.)

Speaking style (i.e. fast, loud, stuttering, etc.): A lot of times he just talks gibberish(especially over the phone), and another noticeable thing in his speaking is his stuttering in most sentences he manages to get out of his mouth. Other few times he talks so fast it can come off as gibberish to others.

He's not always a loud talker, he doesn't scream much nowdays since it hurts his ears(when he was younger he was not in a lucid state half the time, so, while screaming did hurt and stress him, he physically was unable to force himself to stop, which stressed him further), but he usually still raises his voice over the phone. Other than that, he keeps his voice on a moderate level, sometimes a bit too hushed.

Insecurities: A lot, going from physical, to social, to delusional.

Positive traits: He's very accepting of things, especially more 'modern' terms and such, even when he doesn't fully understand them, he welcomes it. Besides that, he's quite clever too, despite how out of control he used to be, he was and still is able to find out some kind of way to weasel around what he does.

Negative traits: He's got...maybe a bit too many, his impulsivity being one of the top ones, since he still sometimes acts on impulse without properly thinking about what he gets himself into. He's always been a tad egocentric/selfish as well, over the years it went from being a more reasonable sort of self-centered thinking, mostly due to him being homeless and resorting to breaking into people's attics to get warm back then, to a slightly more childlike one now, choosing to continue to break into people's houses for shits and gigs(and if he gets caught he panics, like a child who just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, then gets mad), he just finds this to be entertaining and a fun way to 'conversate' to other individuals, since his people skills are awful.

Other people’s opinions of them: Either the classic "great uncle George there has been smoking from the wrong pipe again", to getting called a pervert over the phone, the usual. To absolutely no one's surprise the guy almost always comes off as creepy or 'not all there' even when he's genuinely trying to socialize properly.

Three words to describe them: Libido. Attic. Rat.

One major turning point in their life: The day he finally broke down and knew/planned to kill both his parents, that action alone is sort of what ended up spiraling into him being completely unable to control himself. Along with that, the day Agnes escaped from the basement of their house and (finally) got away from him, he felt betrayed and abandoned(in his mind he had this delusional belief that his sister was the only person he could trust and understand him), even if he Knew he had hurt her.

If they could time travel, when would they go? He'd go get some good waffles at the very first waffle house ever opened in 1955 so he'd be the first customer to step foot inside that building.

Ideal romantic partner: Literally anyone with enough patience to deal with him and his breakdowns, and responsible enough to take care of him and keep him under control.

Favourite way to waste time: He was nicknamed The Moaner over the phone for a reason, and that reason just so happens to be his favourite hobby.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? One out of three things, most likely. He either starts drawing on it, writing whatever comes to mind, or he begins to eat the paper and nibble on the pencil.

View on home and family? In the past? Disastrous and terrifying. Right now? Still somewhat disastrous but with some more stability and...best part of all: HE gets to control his own life! Finally! Plus, Billy now has three lovely kitties to take care of🥰

Any secret stashes? He has a big stash of plushies and dolls in his attic, half of which he stole from homes all around his neighborhood, because he thinks he deserves toys more than actual children.

How do they express themselves? It depends. Sometimes the old man might just throw a snowball in your face just to tell you "good morning" with a shit-eating grin on his face, other times he might creep into your house and leave you an anonymous written letter on your dining table, other times he just wants to have a laugh or rub one out so he calls you on the phone from inside your own house before beginning his usual conversation about female genitalia and big boy manly male genitalia.

He's grown smarter from his previous experiences with breaking and entering too, now he purposefully breaks into people's attics with a telephone(or takes one from inside the house), plugs it in, and if he does get the police involved again, to avoid getting tracked he just leaves and either leaves the telephone in there too or he takes it with himself.

What did they want to be when they grew up? He only wanted to be away from his mother, fear and anger took up any space for a dream job in his mind back in the day.

What do you like most about them? I don't....know honestly, everything I suppose? I find the idea of an anonymous, perverted character like this, having reached old age and still being able to keep up his harassing calls, to be stupidly entertaining and interesting since I like to dig deep into his personality.

One or more plots you’re dying to have: Nothing special right now, to be frank. Buuut I wish I could dig deeper on how he met his partner and how their first few interactions were like.

[lunnanunna]

BTS Extra Member AU

Lexi (BTS Extra Member AU)

Stage Name: Blu

Birth Name: Han Chaewon

English Name: Alexia (Lexi) Han-King

Nicknames: Lex, Ice Queen

Birthday: September 1, 1997

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: 170 cm (5’7”)

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Group: BTS

Position: Maknae, Visual, Vocalist Trainee since: 2012

Roommates: Jungkook

Rapper/Vocal Claim: Siyeon of Dreamcatcher

Face Claim: IG: luv_jayne

Idol Face Claim: Irene of Red Velvet

Family: Mark King (Adoptive Father), Ann King (Adoptive Mother), Tommy King (Adoptive Older Brother)

History: Lexi was born in Busan, South Korea then was adopted at the age of six by Mark and Ann King who were American doctors that volunteered every summer at the orphanage where Lexi was at. She was raised in Salem, New Hampshire, USA along with her adoptive brother, Tommy, who is 5 years older than her. Growing up, Lexi was constantly involved with sports and practiced piano. She mostly focused on competitive archery and track, piano being more of a hobby. When she was 13 years old she had asked her parents if she could audition to be a kpop idol. It took them two years, but they finally agreed. Her parents had friends who lived in Seoul and Lexi stayed with them as she auditioned in different companies. After the debut of BTS in June, a few months later in August, Lexi was added to the group. While Bighit had transferred all of their female trainees to Source Music, the company felt that maybe Lexi would be a good fit for the group due to vocals and visuals. And after seeing the success that B.A.P had with their female member, they thought that the same could happen with BTS.

Facts:

Only ever uses the name Blu when on camera. The boys mostly call her Lexi or Lex. 

She learned Korean growing up both at the orphanage and then with her parents, seeing as they also knew the language.

Due to the pressure of being the only girl and always in the spotlight, Lexi is always cautious of how she acts in front of the camera, giving her a cold persona.

She comes off as not caring what others think, but in actuality, is really sensitive (Cue in the overprotective members).

With the boys and friends she’s comfortable and is a clingy goofball with terrible jokes.

Is definitely not a dancer, but she is said to have a charisma on stage that would make anyone question if she’s a part of the dance line.

She didn’t have much lines, but she chose that due to her lack in confidence. She has been able to add more lines since her earlier days.

Likes to read, especially fairytales. That’s all she read when she was younger and related to many of them.

Is really into dark fantasy and horror.

Loves shopping and is a fashionista.

Loves Hello Kitty.

Is a fan of Shojo mangas.

She still practices archery.

Along with piano, she can also play the guitar and is learning the bass.

Wants to learn to cook, so she constantly follows Jin around in the kitchen.

She’s closest to Suga and Jungkook. Suga being the one closest to resembling her older brother. And Jungkook being her same age friend. They even share a birthday.

Lexi has produced a couple of songs here and there, but she hasn’t shown anyone but Suga.

She’s acted in two movies and one drama. 

She is a big fan of Epik High, Big Bang, and SHINee. The latter being the reason she wanted to be an idol.

Hobbies: Reading, shopping, and archery.

Things She Says:

“Yep. Nope. Really don’t like that.”

“Oh my gahh!”

“You’re so screwed.”

Lexi’s Masterlist

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* finn cole, non binary + they/he | you know howard sellier, right? they’re twenty two and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to useless by i know leopard like, a million times this year, which makes sense ’cause they’ve got that whole  blatantly ignoring someone calling your name, the same 4 outfits on rotation, being that person and waiting for someone to tie their shoe while others keep moving thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 1st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. 

hello it’s mackenzie with howard ( HOODIE ) .... this is long ( tw for ABANDONMENT, CRIMINAL ACTIVITY, SHOOTING / INJURY, ADDICTION, OVERDOSE, DEATH ) . won’t lie i’m tired and i originally played them in a different group so i had to rework things if they don’t make full sense i’m sorry i’m sleepy and also lazy so the ending sucks anyways . will add conenctions to my post asap. bye

it never bothered them, either, but it did set them apart from the rest of the kids in their classes in a way that most obvious to themself ( and made them more self conscious before they even know what that feeling was ) . sometimes there’d be backhanded comments or just straight up rude questions, but they’d never truly cared. them and their uncle had more of a father-child bond anyways, and they were treated as such by those who didn’t know the actual dynamic. 

this is the one piece of his birth father that hoodie has, and they still doesn’t know who it is to this day. there’s not really much of a want to find out, because their mother obviously didn’t want them to go to the father for a reason, so.

 growing up it was pretty lonely ; yucca valley only has about 20k residents, but it is located in the mojave desert , which means hot and spacious. there is such a distinction between this area and las vegas, which is only 2 hours away.  

uncle nick is a ranger on the mojave national preserve , who mostly was someone that just acting as security. for hoodie, this meant during their younger years, there was a lot of roaming around the preserve and trying to find some of the abandoned mines, lol.

the relationship between uncle and nephew is a strong one during this point of life ; howard isn’t older than 10 when a showdown between criminals and the rangers happens. crime is a big thing in the desert and nick had done his best to keep hoodie away from it all, keep the kid sheltered as much as possible.

CRIMINAL ACTIVITY ? TW // it happens on an overnight shift and hoodie is with their neighbor. due to the large article of land the preserve is on and the vast amount of cars that pass through every year , it makes for a perfect spot to do various crimes ; there was a group of individuals who decided it’d be a good idea to dump unsolicited and illegal substances onto the property, including a soon-to-be abandoned car to hide other criminal activities that happened in other areas. las vegas is only two hours away, and it’s a commonly used spot to dump illegal drugs and other things. 

GUN / SHOOTING TW // this group, however, didn’t like that they’d got caught ; they were stupid and left their tail lights on by one of the roads, and it’s suspicious to be out that late at night, doing some shady looking shit. naturally? the rangers approached, and were attacked ; uncle nick was shot, just once, in the abdomen. he lived, but things were different.

ADDICTION TW // he lived, but nick changed after - it’s no secret as to why, that would scar just about anyone not just physically. nick became addicted to the pills prescribed to manage the pain after the injury, and hoodie didn’t know what to do. they were still just a kid. this was the only adult in their life who seemingly gave a shit about them, who is just distancing himself further and further away. it hurts. 

during this time, hoodie began to spend a lot of time with the other neighborhood kids. wasn’t exactly popular, but they didn’t care - and they taught them to skateboard, and how to be their standard of cool.

the more his uncle became distant, the more hoodie sought for refuge somewhere else. this place would be their neighbors house. the thatcher family was one that became like their second family, hoodie knowing full well that this is the kind of life he was supposed to be living

DEATH + OVERDOSE TW // when howard was 20, came home from work to find uncle nick passed out on the couch, blue in the face. they were alone in the world ---- and turned to the thatcher family, who took them in. natural as could be.

the move to irving came a few months after that ------ the thatcher child ( wc ! ) wanted a fresh start, and pulled hoodie alongside them. 

OTHER INFORMATION ....

only answers to hoodie — call them howard and they will quite literally ignore you. howie is ok, depending on who you are. if u call hemt howard and they doesn’t throw up a fist you’re special <3

got the nickname in elementary school - even during the hottest days of the year,  wear THE signature black hoodie. we get it you’re emo. it kind of stuck, and is a lot better than howard.

also will never introduce themself as howard unless it’s like a teacher or something DKCKLSDCKLSD 

treats the hoodies like a security blanket ;  feels safest under a hoodie that’s too big.

frankly  not very comfortable with themself, in just about every aspect

probably skates around town and does tricks. no i know nothing about skateboarding but it’s still happening so i’ll play tony hawk ig

aCTUALLY played tony hawk pro skater on that shitty playstation 2 from a goodwill? yeah and so did i

also dresses like a cartoon character ; hoodie x5 in the same color, same shoes, same looking pants. pack it up greg heffley

 loves the cat more than anything ; charlie has one eye and a short stumpy lil tail. king.

 found charlie on the side of the road one day coming back from work and yes they  is a softie sometimes, so they picked up the lil kitty and brought him home. they’ve been friends ever since and it’s also cats > people

YES is a cat person

probably listens to the chainsmokers. i hate. also stans ariana grande in secret

loves comics ( dc only bc i’m a dc bitch )

has a very problematic touch aversion. like. will allow it if it’s them touching someone else first, but anything else? they’ll flip out internally, not externally

a listener, not a talker. didn’t talk to anyone for a week just after their uncle’s death what they had to. probably won’t talk to you unless you talk to them first or if they really like you

[ameliascxtt]

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( EMILY VANCAMP. SHE/HER. CISFEMALE ) Did I just see ( AMELIA SCOTT )? This ( THIRTY-THREE ) year old ( CRIMINAL DEFENSE LAWYER ) has been living in Chicago for ( TWO YEARS ). Some say that they are ( PATIENT and HONEST ) as well as ( HARSH and DOGMATIC ). If they had a theme song, some might say that it would be ( DON’T RAIN ON MY PARADE BY BARBRA STREISAND ). All I know is that I can’t wait to see what they bring to the Windy City.

@hocstarters

her basics

Name: Amelia Ruth Scott

Nickname: Mia

Gender: Cisfemale

Place of birth: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvnania

Date of Birth: May 20, 1988

Age: 33

Parents: Daniel & Cassandra Scott

Education: Bachelor of Science in Criminology (2010), Summa Cum Laude, University of Pennsylvania & Juris Doctor (2014), Summa Cum Laude, Harvard Law School

Occupation: Criminal Defense Attorney

her background

Close your eyes, take three deep breaths, open your eyes. It is going to be okay, Mia.

Those were the words that Amelia’s mother said to her when she woke up crying because of a dream, the same words that she told herself in a bathroom in the courthouse. Why was she telling herself those words? Before we delve into that, let’s go back to the beginning.

On the 11th of May in 1988, the Scott family were blessed with a gift that they never expected to receive — a newborn baby girl. You see, shortly after Daniel and Cassandra got married in the year 1985, they found out that Cassandra cannot conceive children. The news broke both their hearts and it caused the honeymoon phase of their marriage to be over before it even truly began. For a while, the question of separation loomed over the two of them but they chose to stay with each other, stay and find another way to start the family that they always dreamt of having.

And find a way was exactly what they did. After three years of waiting for the adoption center to give them a call, their phone finally rang and they wasted no time in driving to the hospital where their baby was waiting for them. Seeing her for the first time proved to them that love at first sight existed and from the moment they held one of her hands each, they vowed to protect the greatest gift they ever received. They named her Amelia Ruth.

It will probably come as no surprise that little Mia grew up in a supportive, protective and loving home. She was a playful child, energetic as well. There was never a day when she wouldn’t be dancing in her hello kitty pajamas and that reminded her parents of how blessed they are. She is the light of their lives.

When Mia was old enough, she asked her parents where her name came from and, as always, they gave her the answer she asked for. Amelia Earhart and Ruth Bader Ginsburg, those were the names that were mentioned to her. Apparently, she was named after them because her parents believed that she, too, will make a big difference in the world one day. All she could think that what difference did Ms. Earhart and Ms. Ginsburg make? So she read the stories of these two powerful women, and it was those stories that taught that no matter what society tries to make her believe about the limitations of a woman, she can do anything that she wants to. Her parents worked so hard to get her that opportunity and she was not going to waste it. She was going to make them proud. One day, she will make a difference.

Close your eyes, take three deep breaths, open your eyes. It is going to be okay, Mia.

Now, let’s go back to what was left hanging at the beginning. Why was Amelia was telling herself those words while she was in the bathroom of the courthouse? Well, it’s because she was about to enter the courtroom and defend a high-profile client who was accused of a crime that he did not commit. It was not the first time that she had to do that on her own but that did not change the fact that she was nervous about entering the courtroom. Another person’s life was in her hands after all, a life who she can make a big difference in. All she had to do was win.

And she did. Amelia and her client had the odds against them when she begged her boss to let her take on the case. It was the first thing that she wagered the career that she spent the past three years of her life working so hard to build and all the risk paid off the moment the handcuffs were taken off. The hug she received once it was off reminded her of why she was doing this, of why she worked so hard to get accepted in & graduate from Harvard Law School, and of why she chose to pursue a career in criminal defense. She wanted to fight for the people who no one was willing to fight for, to give those people the chance that they deserve but are unfortunately deprived of. With her name now on the map because of the case, she had the opportunity to do it and like every other opportunity she was given, she was not going to waste it.

It has been two years since then and Amelia is now on her way to being one of the prestigious criminal defense lawyers of the country. She is known to be a big risk taker in their field and while every risk had its losses, not once did she regret it because not once did she lose the most — the freedom of her wrongfully accused clients. It is going to get harder from this point on but it will be worth it. And in the instances that she forgets that, there are four... no, five sentences that remind her the time.

Close your eyes, take three deep breaths, open your eyes. It is going to be okay, Mia. They are going to be okay, so are you.

some tidbits about her

She is honest, sometimes too honest.

She sometimes forgets that she has to filter her words.

She doesn’t like lying, not even if it is done to spare someone from getting hurt.

She was raised to work for what she wants.

If she cares about a person, she will do everything in her power to protect and fight for them. There’s no such thing as too much effort when it comes to them.

She’s the tough love kind of friend.

She’s pretty open about her feelings, but she only lets a few people in.

It might not be obvious but she loves to party and dance. It’s her go-to activity that helps her relax despite how stressful her job can be. 

[adamantiumdragonfly]

Lady Blood || Part Three

Lady Blood: An Agent of War collection

Agent Enyo was a legend. A woman whose hands were always bloody and eyes filled with shadows. The reaper of the Western Front, she carried her reputation with her across the ocean to the alleys and speakeasies of Chicago. For who could fight a king of crime but a goddess herself?

But before she was a legend before she had a name, she was just Miriam Goldschmidt: a German girl far from home, trying to keep her tattered family from unraveling. The Great War brewing in Europe had pulled on the threads and challenged Miriam's loyalty: to the land of her birth or the London streets she now walked?

From London to Cairo then to the Western Front in the wreckage of Belgium, Miriam proves her allegiance, fulfilling the deep thirst for recognition but being a good soldier and a good agent required sacrifice.

As the war leaves its marks on Europe and it's victims, Miriam has to make peace with the choice she made and the family she tore apart for that name and that seat in the pantheon.

She was a god but at what cost?

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London, England.

August, 1914

London hadn't been home for more than four years. Miriam still had memories of Leipzig, the gardens, the house she had grown up in. She and Ezriel had taken their first steps there, she had taken Sadie by the hand and walked the streets. Britain was where they lived but she still thought of Germany as home.

Britain had taken things from her. No native tongue, only English. No father, only an empty chair and the bills that were stacked on the kitchen table. No mother, only a shell of a woman who left Miriam with two younger sisters and a house to care for. She couldn't be Miriam as she wanted to be, instead she had to put on the front. The front of Miriam Goldschmidt who was undeniably German but trying her best to be British. Miriam Goldschmidt who was trying her very best to keep her family together.

"Mim!" Sadie's voice always broke the silence of their home, the kind of quiet that hung heavier than the lingering smell of death. Left in this home alone, with only her mother's empty face, Miriam was always happy to see her sister's bright one. They were supposed to be with Mrs. Vette down the road while she tried to get their mother to eat something.

August was always a hard month, the three year anniversary of David Goldschmidt's death just around the corner. Sarah didn't handle the reminder well and Miriam knew she would have to struggle through another four weeks of silence and refusing food before they turned the page. Once September arrived they would maybe get a smile out of her and some movement. She would eat again, at least.

"In here!" Miriam called, tucking her hair behind her ear and tossing the mail into a basket in the center of the table. She would have to sit down with Ezriel tonight and they would have to find a solution. Debts were due and with only her older brother's wage as an orderly, Miriam would have to work. But then what would happen to Sadie and Amira? Sadie was fifteen years old but Amira was eleven. They couldn't take care of their mother on their own.

Not for the first time, Miriam allowed herself a fleeting wish. That Papa was still alive. That Mama hadn't broken in half and that Miriam hadn't been left to pick up the pieces.

Sadie's boots hammered against the wooden floors, shaking the walls and rattling the few knick knacks that they had taken from home on their shelf until she slid to a stop in the kitchen. There was really no reason to yell. Their terrace house was small and everything could be heard, the walls thin enough that their neighbors were sure to hear her little sister's enthusiasm.

"Shhh," Miriam pressed a finger to her lips and darted her eyes to the back garden to glance over the wall. No head bobbed above the fence to shout at them to be quiet and she sighed with relief. She whirled around to face her sisters, both breathless and flushed from their excitement and the heat of the summer day. Only three days into August and Miriam was already dying.

"What were you thinking coming in here and shouting like that?" She scolded. In English. Always English. "Go upstairs and check on Mama."

Sarah was in the back bedroom, the coolest room of the house with the windows open for a breeze. Amira nodded and slipped out of the room, softly. Miriam watched her go, approving the girl's pace before turning back to the real problem.

Sympathy twinged in her stomach as she looked down at her younger sister. Sadie had grown up with Mama as she was, her memories of life in Leipzig fuzzy. Four years in Britain had turned her sister into a Brit, Miriam realized with a pang. The way she styled her hair the way she wore Miriam's old dress fitted as best she could by lamplight. Sadie didn't want to be German.

"Shame on you," Miriam said, turning to the pile of dishes that she had ignored. Shame on herself for not doing the work. If Miriam didn't do it, no one else would.

"I'm sorry, Mim," Sadie said, following her sister to the sink and they rolled up their sleeves together. Sadie washed, Miriam dried and Amira reappeared, promising that their mother was still asleep, lost to the world as she always was.

"Sadie, hast du Miriam gesagt, was Frau Vette gesagt hat?"

"English!" Amira's older sisters said in unison. Their eyes met and a breathless laugh escaped their mouths but Miriam's smile slid from her lips as she remembered the tensions at home. Germany wasn't in Britain's good graces which meant that they weren't in their new home's good graces. Danger. One more thing that Miriam couldn't control.

"No," Miriam said, not making Amira repeat her words in English like Sadie would have. "What did Mrs. Vette say?"

Their neighbor, Kitty Vette, was from Germany too but had been in residence in London since 1900. She had taken the Goldschmidt's under her wing and helped them find a synagogue here in London, on Dukes Place. Mrs. Vette had opened her home more times that Miriam cared to count and she trusted her with her sisters' lives.

"There was an ulti-" Amira paused. "An ultimatum with Germany. They had to leave Belgium by midnight tonight."

They were in Belgium, her countrymen, her old neighbors and friends. And her new friends, her new countrymen, her new British neighbors were on holiday today. Miriam's hands were wrinkled in the dishwater and she nodded. It would have come to this, she thought. It always would have come to this. Torn between countries, she now had to figure out which one she support in a war, should it come to that.

She slipped upstairs, after reassuring Amira and Sadie that everything would be alright. Miriam was always the one to soothe. She had been since her mother had withdrawn into the shadow of Sarah Goldschmidt three years before. Miriam had been the one to help Sadie with her corset and would do the same for Amira. Miriam had packed every lunch for Ezriel, squirreled away money and darned the socks. She had mended countless articles of clothing and she had done her best to mend the family.

Her mother's room was quiet, blessedly. The Yahzeit candle sat on the chest of drawers waiting to be lit on the sixteenth in remembrance. She was asleep, her graying brown curls lying on the white pillowcase. She looked so peaceful, almost childlike. For three years Miriam had filled in her mother's shoes. She could have resented her. She could have been angry. But she was mostly hurt.

No dreams of leaving home, no matter how far-fetched and running through the gardens in Leipzig. No fulfilling any destiny that might have waited for Miriam to chase it. Just this house, haunted by memories and three siblings who needed to be looked after.

Miriam had wanted to work but even that was impossible. Sarah, on her good days, needed constant attention and didn't like it when she was left with a neighbor, even Mrs. Vette. Miriam was chained to this damned house.

Ezriel could go where he wanted. Ezriel had a job. He had worked in offices all over London before finding the perfect placement for his high hopes of political prowess: the Imperial General staff office. He had spent hours talking about all he would do once he had finished college and once he had made a name for himself. But it was a German name and there was nothing anyone could do to hide that.

Miriam wasn't expecting her brother's return at midnight. He had been on a bank holiday, all of London shut down. No one was at an office and no one should have been working at all, let alone late into the night. But Ezriel's footsteps started down the hallway at a quarter past one in the morning and slipped into Miriam's room.

The room was shared with Amira and Sadie. The room that was hotter than hell in the August heat.

"Miri," he said, calling her by the childhood nickname. He was the only one who still called her that. Sadie had turned to "Mim" as it was "more refined". It had nothing to do with refinement, Miriam knew. It sounded more British. "I need to talk to you."

Miriam extracted herself from the sweaty pile of limbs and hair that was her shared bed with Sadie and glanced down at Amira's pallet on the floor. They were both still asleep. Like a whisper of a ghost in her nightdress, she slipped through the door and followed Ezriel out onto the landing.

"Where were you?" Miriam hissed, the open windows on the stairs sending a breeze against her bare feet and sending a shiver down her spine. The look on her brother's face didn't help. Fear, something Ezriel didn't show, and resolve. The same resolve in his face when he had to put his dreams of university on hold for the office work after Papa's death. The same resolve that crossed the threshold of their home to face his shell of a mother and his baby sisters who had to say goodbye to childhood too soon.

"I was called in."

"Called in?" She didn't care if they shouldn't speak in German, she wanted to ask her brother if it was true that Germany was in Belgium. If it was true the ultimatum. If they would have to choose where their loyalties lay. "What do you mean called in?"

"Britain is at war with Germany." all of her fear, her confusion and even the weight she had carried for the past three years fell like scales from her shoulders. She shed some part of herself, the German part, she'd like to think, leaving a gray little ghost who stood on the landing. She tried to will life back into her limbs.

"Why did they want you?" Miriam asked. "Did they think you were going to betray them?"

If Ezriel lost his job they would sink into debt and destitution more than they already were. No one would hire them, Miriam or Ezriel, and they would starve.

"They knew I was German," Ezriel said. "They want me to change divisions and they want me to work for them."

"Work for them?"

"They think having a German on staff would give them an insight "

"What?" An insight? They wanted an insight their family, on their friends? They wanted Ezriel to betray his homeland? "You can't do that."

"I have to." Ezriel shook his head, the darkness muffling the movement and any life that had managed to warm Miriam's body fell away again at his next words. "And so do you."

"What?"

"They asked after you. They knew I had a sister."

Miriam couldn't leave Amira and Sadie. She couldn't leave Mama. She couldn't leave this house on this street that she had firmly fixed herself to with stubborn rigidity. Yes, Leipzig was her home but Britain was where her family was. Miriam couldn't let them suffer because of who they were, where they had come from and now, what they had lost. They were losing Ezriel now too.

"Did you tell them that I would?" Miriam asked. She was only sixteen. Would they really want her?

"I told them I would ask." Ezriel said. "But you don't tell these men 'no'."

No, she supposed they couldn't.

"There's a wage?" She asked. What would they have her do, really? Ferry coffee and files? This new department was sure to be office work.

"Yes," Ezriel said. "And with the two of us working..."

"A better life for the girls," Miriam finished, glancing back at the closed door where Sadie and Amira were asleep. Miriam didn't have a future, not one of any consequence but times were changing and maybe they could hope to afford some semblance of education for Sadie or even Amira. Miriam didn't have a future but she wanted her sisters to be happy, to not have to wring laundry or die rattling with a cough from pneumonia that never fully healed.

Not for her girls.

If she did work in an office, there was sure to be chances of advancement, even if it was just bookkeeping. Miriam could make her own future, through hard work, and lay the path for her sisters behind her.

For her sisters, she would turn against her country and what had been her home. For herself, she would make a name, something that everyone else in this country had.

One day, Miriam Goldschmidt wouldn't mean a tired girl who was scared and strained with nothing under control. Maybe one day, Miriam Goldschmidt would mean power and control. There was only one way she could do that.

"Alright," Miriam said. She allowed herself to speak German, one last time as a native-born. Speaking it with familiarity and loyalty. "Ich werde es tun."

[euilse]

⟨ ZION MORENO. TRANS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, ILSE VASCONCELOS is actually a descendent of H E R M E S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old ART HISTORY MAJOR from PUEBLA, MEXICO has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite EMPATHETIC & IMPULSIVE.

hey hey! ella here, resident trash, here all day and night. have no life. soon won’t have college because i will fail due to my eonia addiction. oh well 

.basic info

NAME: ilse maisy vasconcelos bernasconi

NICKNAME: none

GENDER: trans female

PLACE OF BIRTH: puebla, mexico

DATE OF BIRTH: june 26, 1997

AGE: twenty-three

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demisexual

MAJOR: art history

COURSES: combat tactics 2, elemental studies 1

EXTRACURRICULARS: poetry club, sports editor in the school paper, traveling club. visual arts club vicepresident, volunteer service and charity club president

SPORTS: captain of the volleyball team

.background

tw: depression mention, bullying

Ilse Vasconcelos was born in Puebla, Mexico to Pilar Vasconcelos, a former Olympic medalist (diving). Her mother met Hermes at the 1996 Olympic games and they started a relationship shortly after. After almost a year together, Ilse was born and the three of them got to be a family for about two years before Hermes left. Even to this date, Ilse isn't quite sure why he left but she doesn't really care.

At the next Olympic Games, Pilar met another athlete: an Italian swimmer. From the start of their relationship Matteo became a father to Ilse and up until now she considers him her best friend. Matteo and Pilar married when Ilse was five and she took his last name, but kept her mother's last name as first.

Having grown up in a sporty family, it wasn't a surprised that Ilse was as athletic (although only her mother knew why she was a bit better than the rest). She practiced a bunch of sports and she would go every other weekend to football matches with her father. She took diving and swimming lessons from a young age, but when she discovered volleyball when she was ten she decided to focus on that one.

Ilse came out as transgender when she was ten years old and started transition when she was fifteen. Her parents at first had problem accepting it, but they eventually come to terms with it. Her classmates, on the other hand, were not as open-minded and she was bullied a lot which caused her to fall into a deep depression. Her parents were so worried that they decided to homeschool her instead which kinda help but also alienated her from people of her age.

She came back to school when she was seventeen and this time it went better, she also felt a lot more confident. She joined the volleyball team in her new school and pretty much her last two years of high school were good.

From a young age, Ilse found her true love in art. Her mother took her to painting lessons and from that moment on she was hooked. On her birthday, she would ask her mother to take her to 'La Capital' (Mexico City) to visit a new museum.

Hermes claimed her when she was fifteen years old. It was pretty weird to her. This guy or god, whatever, came to her life claiming to be her father and with the silly story that she was a demigod. It took her mother's confirmation for her to believe what seemed like a fantasy. Hermes offered to take her to the summer camp but she never went.

It wasn't until she turned eighteen that she began to be more curious about her powers and because she wanted to learn more she enrolled to Eonia.

.personality

Ilse has always been a very individualistic person. Growing up as an only child, she was left with no choice but to find ways to amuse herself. She’s most comfortable when she’s on her own, painting in her bedroom. She plunges into her world when she is in the middle of artistic composition. She paints, sculpts, dances, writes songs, and makes recipes simply because she feels the urge to do so as she processes information based on how it makes her feel inside. Although she often likes to be alone to create her art and may appear to be very calm, she is quite impulsive. She lives in the moment with little to no planning. Ilse is a free spirit who becomes immensely unhappy if others try to control her. Likewise, she will never try to control others, instead, she will encourage others to be free.

Inwardly she is competitive and a perfectionist, with her art and with herself. She is especially sensitive to pain and suffering and sympathizes with the pain of others. She has a remarkable gift with children, and almost always chooses to adopt the role of the ‘mom friend’. Ilse has a tendency not to express herself verbally but through her art. She might not be the best talker but she’s a great listener.

.powers

natural athletic abilities. from a young age, ilse discovered her love for sports. it started with her stepfather taking her to football matches and eventually, she found her true love in her school’s volleyball team. because of her height, she quickly became one of the best in the country. while she loves watching any sport, her heart is true to volleyball. she’s always had an instinct to move and staying active. while her athletic abilities are thanks to her godly parent, her interest in sports come from her mother who was an olympic athlete.

enhanced thievery: while she doesn’t really use this power in her daily life, ilse discovered it when she was a child. it was rather innocent. she wanted a hello kitty box of crayons one of her classmates had and after her mother refused to buy for her, she decided to take it and that was the start of her career as thief. as she grew up, she decided to only use this when it’s strictly necessary like when she wants a dress and it’s too expensive. however, she often dreams of breaking into the musée marmottan monet and steal her favorite painting: impression, sunrise. maybe one day she will.

chrimatakinesis: ilse adores gambling and of course she’s really good at it. she used to play poker every night with her stepfather and that only enhanced her skill. since arriving at eonia, she really hasn’t gambled that much but when she needs easy money she organizes an underground casino on the hermes premises. she doesn’t have savings lol, she just spends money as if she was jeff bezos’ child.

.headcanons

Speaks fluent Spanish, Italian, Greek, English and some Portuguese

Her favorite painter is Claude Monet and her dream is to steal as many paintings of him as she can to put them in her house.

She’s an excellent cook, unfortunately, she only cooks Mexican and Italian. 

Back in Mexico she has a white persian cat named Nube. She facetimes with her and misses her so much.

Writes poetry but unlike her paintings she has never showed them to anyone. 

Works at the Grecian Gallery. 

PINTEREST | | WANTED CONNECTIONS

[plague-of-insomnia]

Since the previous ask was cut of and made me look like an idiot xD... Could you show us your doggies and tell something about them? It seems that almost everyone here has cats, but I like both to be honest. So please, I need some cute little pets beside kitties on my dashboard :D.

That is true! There’s a plethora of cats on tumblr, and cat people, but us dog folk are underrepresented :(. I like cats well enough, but I didn’t grow up with them so I prefer dogs since I understand their body language intuitively. I can’t speak “cat.” 😂

I have four Chihuahuas, and one of my nicknames is CuatroChihuahuas (cuatro is 4 in Spanish). One—our most beloved—died suddenly last fall, and we adopted another in December since hubby was especially heartbroken and kept scouring the Internet for a new dog.

Let me see what pics I can dig up for you!

This is Beowulf ^! He’s a huge coward despite his name, but also a real sweetie and 100% my dog. I’m not sure if he loves “me” or just my lap, which he has complete ownership of. He will sometimes rent out pieces of it to the other dogs on a temporary basis, so long as they don’t forget whose territory is! He loves to howl so we call him our “howl monkey.”

This is Raul^! He’s Beowulf’s littermate. They’ve always been together and even though they squabble they’re super close. He is a bit of a user but super sweet and affectionate. He does this thing with his paw, covering his face when you stop petting him because he knows how cute he looks when he does that, and it impossible to ignore him.

This is Milo ^, the dog we adopted. He’s soooo cute but also very manipulative. He was abused pretty badly in the past and has bad PTSD, the poor baby. He’s so tiny, and loves to cuddle. He’s healing slowly and loves his new home.

This is Grendel ^! He actually has a blanket that looks just like his fur (coincidence, and not this one), so we joke that it is a “Grendel in his natural habitat.” He LOVES barking and when he’s not barking, sleeping on his pillow tucked in with his blanket. He’s the largest of them, and although he’s naturally sweet, we think he has some brain damage from birth and so he is a bit of a Jekyl and Hyde. Sometimes he’ll just switch into monster mode and then when the program is over he’s not even aware of it. It’s bizarre but part of why we named him after a monster 😅.

Looking for pictures for you I saw some of my beloved Diego, the dog we lost, and my heart is so heavy. We never thought that he would leave us so soon. He was our beloved baby, and we miss him so much. 😭

[lesbianelinordashwood]

17 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @selfproclaimedunicorn, thanks!!!

Rules: Answer 17 questions & tag 17 people

(Nick)name: JJ is technically my nickname but I have never gone by my birth name and I hate it the only person who used it was my bio dad and he has been gone almost 8 years now so I haven't heard it much since then. My mom sometime calls me Jay bird

Age: 24

Zodiac: Pisces

Height: 5′5″

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

The last thing I googled: “rainbow brite doll”

Song stuck in my head: Immer Du by Julia Beautx

Number of followers: 521

Amount of Sleep: anywhere between 4 to 9 hours depending on like whats up with me like chronic pain, insomnia and night terrors not always conductive of a good nights sleep.

Lucky number: 8

Wearing: Polka dot sleep shorts and a big hello kitty tee shirt

Favorite song: Under the Table by Fiona Apple

Favorite instrument: I was a cellist but my favorite is harp.

Favorite author: this is hard there are so many but like I will do a list of authors I have to check out every book because I know I will enjoy it Celeste Ng, Toni Morrison, Helen Oyeyemi, Jane Austen, Emily Dickenson, Gillian Flynn and Khaled Hosseini(I'm probably miss some).

Aesthetic: Pink, Femme, Cutesy, Colorful, Rainbow, Pastels and Whimsy with a touch of fashion/art history especially Regency, mid Georgian(1750s-70s), Edwardian, 1920s, 1940s-70s, and 1990.

Random: I’m currently working on making and buying things for my first full Regency era outfit like a complete one from chemise and stays to bonnet and shoes for my birthday in march.

Tagging: @history-be-written @shadyvalleymable @megmxrch, @mrchicsaraleo, @jewishsuperhero, @youhavereachedtheendofpie, @awkwardbutinwardlyverysassy @beau--brummell and anyone else who wants to do this because I can't think of anymore people to tag.

[ftchai]

[ jennie kim, cis female, twenty ] did you see CHARLIE 'CHAI' SONG ? looking as broke as ever. rumor has it SHE/HER is usually FLEETING and DETACHED but is also known to be GIFTED and FERVID. we’ll see about that. they kind of remind me of a red solo cup brim's stained with lipstick, an electric guitar vibrating under your grip, hello kitty bandaids. maybe because they’re a PISCES. they’ve been living around here for ELEVEN YEARS. i wonder when they’ll make it out…

hi qts 💕  you can call me liv (she/her), i’m 21 and currently in the gmt+1 timezone, chai is a new muse of mine so this is bout to be a mess skjghskf just like this post and i’ll find my way to your dms or discord !

* STATS

full name: charlie song nicknames: chai (like the tea) age: 20 sexuality: pansexual, panromantic occupation: concession worker at the movie theatre / musician  place of birth: seoul, south korea

* BACKSTORY

charlie has lived in crawford ever since she was nine years old, she moved in from sk when her parents divorced and her mother decided to come to the states to live with her sister as she couldn’t afford much else besides the plane tickets. her mother has since remarried, giving chai and her older brother a younger brother; she might not say it out loud enough but she loves them deeply. because of this, although often she feels like there's something missing, she doesn’t consider her stepfather her dad and i wouldn't say she particularly misses her dad because she resents him, as he doesn't really do much to stay in touch with them. all in all i think she just been sweeping things under the rug for years and tries to think about everything else but her family issues ...

i think this is why she dives so deep into her other relationships, chai is kind of a ride or die to every single one of her friends. she's extremely loyal and will show up at someone's house at any time if they need her to be there. the thing is ... it takes a while to get close to her. despite her grunge exterior, the dyed hair, over sized tees, ripped mom jeans .... she's so shy ?? she just has a hard time talking to people and this happens for a few reasons ! because she’s timid chai often relied on drinks and drugs to set herself loose and make friends... while this did work, she also did things she wouldn’t ever do sober.. so being from a small town there’s these stories and rumors surrounding her from when she was in high school and how big of a party girl she is, which makes it so some people approach her with a set mindset. it’s a double edged sword, basically. she thinks people expect something different then what she really is so she doesn’t know how to act to begin with, often opting with keeping up the act instead of shedding light into her true colors.

very much suzy mae by beabadoobee’s !!!!

here’s more stuff i don’t know how to organize !!

she has recently moved out to be on her own for the first time !! it’s ... tiny .. (not to get ahead of myself but ooof i’d love a roommates connection :’( ) she works two jobs, she’s at the movie theatre doing shifts and she sometimes performs at restaurants in the area ! if i had to explain her singing it’d probably be somewhere between beabadoobee and clairo

if youre trying to find charlie she's mostly hanging around her guitars in her poster filled bedroom or skating downtown, flipping off cars that interrupt her mad skater skills (k*ll me) even though she totally shouldn't be in the middle of the road ....

music is kind of everything to chai. it's all she wants to do most of them time so she saved every dollar she found to be able to play both acoustic and eletric guitars, knows a few songs on her very old keyboard, and because she's broke that's pretty much it ... girl does be dreaming about drumming

a movie buff she loves shitty old horror movies and exclusively watches  old school anime, like cowboy beepop and evangelion, because the amount of new anime overwhelms her shfgfgd

she loves to party goes out every thursday through sunday lmao probably the only reason she doesn't pass out every time is because she's grown pretty resistant to alcohol and that's why she's moving on to molly and .... sighs

girl is also a chimney ....c all her out

* WANTED CONNECTIONS 

ex-boyfriend from before chai started experimenting with her sexuality, so they dated during high school ! it's been a while so i’d like it be that they're on good terms because they enjoy each other’s company so they often hangout together but sometimes the lines blur a litte ... if you get what i’m saying so they end up avoiding each other then some time passes and their at dunkin donuts again and it’s just a neverending cycle

a bandmate !! or at least someone she can jam out with, chai would probably be obsessed with them lol anyone she can talk about music with makes her heart sing let alone play together

ride or die ! not the will and jada kind please either they’ve been inseparable since they were kids or they met during their school years and just clicked so they went through years of friendship in like a few weeks if you know what i mean ? just always there for each other no matter what

her first girl crush ! like actual daydreaming about being with them kind of crush that made chai realize she’s just as much into girls as she’s into boys ! maybe something happened between them or not !

bad influence ! someone who shares her vices, pretty much they party a lot, get high together, maybe break some hearts and then get piercings and a slushie

roommates !! she’s broke and definitely cant afford her own apartment

co workers would be cute !

[suncrowncd]

✧･ﾟ(   helios + yang yang + cis male   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen (   gabriel wu  ) around ? (   he  ) have/has been in kaos for (   three weeks   ). the (   twenty nine year old  ) is a/an (   novelist   ) from (   california, usa   ). people say they can be (   flighty   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   charming   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   the first break of sunlight after hours of rain, afternoon naps and a relaxing canoe ride in the middle of a lake   ). ･ﾟ✧

hello! the sun is here and so am i! (´,,•ω•,,)♡ my name is kitty and i am so ready to plot my dudes!

alright, let’s get this thing started! here are some basic info that you gotta know before we get some interactions going:

his birth name is guangli, but he doesn’t really use that so if you call him that he’d be all ???? but feel free to give him nicknames like gabe or gabby or literally anything he’s cool with anything 

grew up in california, and his parents own a hella successful solar panel company that he’d most probably be in charge of in the future but his parents aren’t pressuring him to get involved yet so he’s just chillin for now

certified new york times best seller! his thriller novel “the five omens” was published when he was twenty four, and its sequel “the crow’s call” was released three years later. he’s got a third novel rumoured to be on the way, and fans are apparently excited for it

he’s just a wanderer my dudes. he travels a lot, going to all sorts of countries to gain inspiration for his novels, so he doesn’t stay in a place for too long. oh, and his instagram feed looks SO GOOD because of that no wonder he’s got nearly 3 million followers (and no, it’s not because he posts shirtless pics and dumb selfies sometimes,,, okay maybe it is but whatever) and has been the face of a few brands

because his main occupation is being a writer and he doesn’t stay at one place for too long, he doesn’t really have a job (seriously feel free to tease him for being jobless he will laugh along with you because it’s true) so! he tends to take on small or odd jobs for the experience that he can incorporate into his writing, or just because he’s bored. boy’s worked as a barista, a salesperson, an office intern, a dog walker, a bodyguard... just small things, you know? 

really laid back, just one of the most chill people that you’ve ever met. you wouldn’t take him for a rich person because he sometimes dresses like a tired college student or you might have met him while he’s doing a part time job or maybe you saw him napping on the beach and you’re wondering if he’s a homeless person or,,,, but then you see the rolex on his wrist or he’ll mention that he’s staying at an expensive location and you’re like “whoa hold up”. he’s pretty charismatic and a tad mischievous so he’s easy to get along with, but maybe he can be a bit scary when he’s mad? *eyes emoji* but it takes A LOT to get him properly angry, so he’ll just stay his calm and warm self most of the time.

i don’t know what else to write rip

but okay let’s get to the plots that we could have!

a tour guide, first of all! someone who’s willing to show him all the tourist attractions but also the spots that only the locals know of and appreciate. all the best food places? pls show them to him and feel free to join him for a meal, too! also he takes amazing pictures with his professional camera so hey, the view’s pretty and you’re even prettier, when’s the last time you’ve uploaded a gramworthy pic? this shot might be your next one. 

a potential employer? or colleague? people that he can work with because how is this man supposed to pass the time here when he’s got nothing to do? that would get boring real fast. the job wouldn’t be something that’s particularly hard or something that requires him to take up the position for a long time, so something that he can quit easily! bonus points if it’s a job that he hasn’t take up before. he’s up for anything. 

a muse!!! someone who captures his curiosity so much that he just. has to write it down on paper. next thing you know, he’s already making a character based on you. is it weird if this character gets killed in the fifteenth chapter? yes? okay then how about the character being the new killer? okay maybe you can be a side character- 

a temporary lover? kinda like a summer fling but it’s not really summer. is it spring yet? ya girl has no concept of time i’m sorry lmao but yes. mostly physical with someone who’s not likely to get attached because he’s only here for a short time after all, but it’s fun going out on dates and stuff and hey, on the off chance that you ARE the one, then wouldn’t that be a good thing? he’s not looking for love, but if it comes to him, then he’s not complaining.

a familiar face? dude’s been to many places, traveling all over the world since he graduated college so what if he runs into someone that he’s met before in another country? did they get along well before? were they friends? were they lovers? did they annoy the hell out of each other? maybe he doesn’t even remember them but they remember him. they might be aware that he never stays in one country for longer than a few months, so will they try to have a more meaningful relationship while he’s here or just avoid him altogether?

that’s all that i can think of but of course we can come up with something that’s better suited for our muses! feel free to come up to my inbox like “yo kitty let’s have our characters interact” or “hey dumbass let’s plot” or something like that! srsly i’m not intimidating at all so don’t hesitate to approach me! or, you can like this post and i’ll slide over to your direct messages and we can come up with something :) 

[ducktracy]

116. gold diggers of ‘49 (1935)

release date: november 2nd, 1935

series: looney tunes

director: tex avery

starring: tommy bond (beans), joe dougherty (porky), bernice hansen (kitty), billy bletcher (villain)

oh man, where to begin? this is probably the most important review yet, arguably more important than i haven’t got a hat. you’re seeing that right! this is tex avery’s directorial debut. some history before we start (yes, this is going to be one of those LONG posts, but it’s certainly worth it):

tex had worked at walter lantz before working at warner bros, where he suffered an eye injury. he was horseplaying in the office—they had a game where one would shoot a rubber. and or a spitball at someone and hit them in the back of the eye, yelling “bullseye!” with each successful shot. the game evolved to using paper clips, and someone told tex to look out. he turned around just in time for the paper clip to strike him in his left eye, losing vision in said eye. many have attributed his poor depth perception to the wackiness and bizarre nature of his cartoons.

avery applied for warner bros, bluffing his way through and telling leon schlesinger he was a director. tex is cited as saying “'hey, i’m, a director'. hell! i was no more a director than nothing, but with my loud mouth, i talked him into it.” with hardaway gone, freleng and king were the only directors there, and avery was graciously accepted.

yet, the staff was growing in size, and avery’s unit was beyond the limit for a single studio. thus, termite terrace was born—a shoddy five room bungalow affectionately dubbed termite terrace as a result of their termite houseguests. he was assigned animators bob clampett, chuck jones, sid sutherland, and virgil ross. instead of animators swarming around to whatever director needed them, avery now had a solid unit, a model that would continue on and distinguish the animators/units as we know them today.

tex is attributed to birthing the studios greatest stars. daffy duck, elmer fudd, and bugs bunny (it could be debated whether he created bugs or ben hardaway created bugs, especially since bugs was hardaway’s nickname and literally named bugs’ bunny. however, for simplicity’s sake, tex is virtually the creator of bugs. he solidified the voice, the personality, and the design, which differed greatly from the hayseed loon that was hardaway’s bugs.) he had a relatively short career at warner bros, leaving in 1941 after a dispute with leon schlesinger over his cartoon the heckling hare (which we’ll cover in depth once we get there). he moved to mgm, where his potential as a director really exploded. he spawned the iconic yet austere droopy, as well as red hot riding hood, the inspiration for jessica rabbit in who framed roger rabbit. this man is responsible for a LOT, including holding the title as one of my favorite directors (the others being, of course, bob clampett and frank tashlin. coincidentally, all of them left sometime in the 40s. maybe that’s why i love the 40s cartoons so much)

i’ll run my mouth more at the end of the review, soap boxing on why this cartoon is so important, but let’s actually SEE the contents of the cartoon so we can interpret it. it’s 1849, the heart of the gold rush. beans and porky wish to hit it big by digging for gold, but a nefarious villain snatches their findings, resulting in trouble.

tex avery loved to play around with words, whether it be sign gags or narrating captions as we see here. open to a remote western town, rife with cacti and dry land. “THE TIME” is proudly displayed on the screen as we pan to a covered wagon, a calendar inside clueing us in that it’s july of 1849. “THE PLACE”—we pan to a saloon titled “GOLDVILLE SALOON”. and, of course, “THE GIRL”.

little kitty comes bounding out of the general store, joining a crowd congregating around a bulletin board. the newspaper article posted details beans’ gold digging ambitions: “YOUNG PROSPECTOR TO HUNT GOLD IN RED GULCH”. a picture of a proud beans, posing with his pickaxe and his mule. below it: “BEANS — local boy to brave hazards of red gulch for gold”.

absolutely ecstatic, kitty snatches the paper from the billboard and rushes away. bernice hansen’s delivery is on point and absolutely hilarious as kitty gives her breathless monologue: “oh, that’s my sweetie, and i’ll bet he’ll find the gold, and he loves me and everything!”

porky makes his second major (i use that term loosely, since his appearance in i haven’t got a hat wasn’t REALLY a major role but more of an acknowledgement) appearance, this time as a fully grown adult, father to kitty. genetics work in mysterious ways. he fixes himself a giant towering sandwich, including a whole fish, a block of cheese, sausage links, and an entire roasted turkey. sustenance! he scarfs the sandwich down and gives an ecstatic “WWWWHHOOOOPEEEE!!”, a catchphrase of his that thankfully never returned outside of this short. still extremely amusing. as i said before, i don’t find dougherty’s porky “painful” like how some other people find it, but i definitely think this is his most awkward performance, and it’s not even because of his characterization, but the decision not to speed up his voice. dougherty had a very deep voice, and in this cartoon his voice isn’t sped up at all. it’s a bit jarring, but this WAS his second real appearance. tex’s next porky cartoon, the blow out, would have him back as a (much cuter) plucky child.

kitty rushes in and shoves the paper in porky’s face, continuing her breathless babbling. “look what my sweetie’s gonna do! i’m so proud of him! he loves me and everything! he’s gonna find gold and we’re gonna be married! and right this minute, he’s way out in the mountains—“ kitty’s breathless narration continues as we get a shot of the mountains. a long, exposed tunnel goes right through one of the mountains, where we get a distance shot of beans hacking away at a mountain. “and right now he might be discovering gold!”

a closeup reveals beans picking away at the side of the mountain, carving a little hole. just above it are some slots. beans plucks a button from his shirt and feeds it into the makeshift machine, pulling a branch as a lever. he spins, and lands the jackpot. a plethora of gold coins rush out of the slot, beans collecting the loot with his hat. if only it were that easy!

rightfully gleeful, beans cries “gold!gold!” and leaps on his trusty steed. a giant “GOLD!” zooms into view on the screen as beans gallops along on his mule, rushing into town. he bursts into the saloon and declares “i found gold in the gulch, boys! gold in the gulch!”

all of the patrons echo “GOLD?” incredulously, deserting their post at once. even the bartender leaps over the bar, leaving behind some ice cream and other desserts on the counter. a bit of an awkward shot—there’s a still frame of the food on the counter, and you’d expect someone to come in and take the food with them, but that’s not the case. it just sits there and goes onto the next scene. i wonder if there were any cuts, or if didn’t have time, or what. nevertheless, it’s slightly jarring but a menial thing to pick at.

one by one, the patrons leap on their horses and follow beans to his site. a man flops to the ground where his horse rides HIM instead—a regular gag in the looney tunes universe, but one that tex avery seemed to enjoy in particular. can’t blame him.

beans alerts everyone in town—a dog in the bathtub, the dog taking his bathtub with him as he runs, two stereotypical chinese men at the laundromat (yeah, not a good way for tex to start off. just blatantly racist.), and a barbershop quartet singing “sweet adeline” outside of a barbershop, animation by bob clampett. beans alerts them, and the quartet runs off... until they rush right back to finish their song. a great gag as they run right back to find the gold.

next stop, kitty’s house. beans rushes inside and exclaims “i found gold!”, holding kitty by the hands. porky pokes his head out from the kitchen, wielding a fork and spoon, where he repeats “gold?” incredulously. no time is wasted as he jogs right out the door, donning a ten gallon hat and a pick axe. beans excuses himself, kitty refusing to let go. he runs out the door, and kitty reflects on her sweetie. good, snappy timing as beans unexpectedly zooms right back inside, dipping kitty and giving her a rather passionate kiss. he leaves once more as kitty collects herself.

porky has his jalopy all ready to go, and beans jumps right in. porky gives another “WHOOPEE!” as they barrel on. more blatant racism as they pass the chinese men traveling via rickshaw. porky and beans zoom right past them, and a cloud of exhaust cover the men. predictably, they’re now in blackface, talking in a stereotypical accent (as if they weren’t before). obviously, it goes without saying why or how this is disgusting and wrong. i love tex avery as much as the next person, but this isn’t a good start. you’re better than this, tex! it bears mentioning regardless. although we’ll explore a ton of beautiful, great cartoons, we’ll also be examining cartoons that are equally nasty and grotesque. both are important and deserve equal attention.

fade out and back in to the site where beans struck it rich. porky gives another “WHOOPEE!” and strikes his axe into the ground, as do the siamese twins and beans. porky sticks his hand in his hole, where he pulls out a shiny coin and yells “gold!” so far, his dialogue has been three “WHOOPEE!”s and two variations of “gold”. what a complex character! he stores his find in his back pocket for safekeeping. a highly amusing gag as he sticks his hand down again, this time his hand extending through another hole near his pocket. he fishes his hand into his back pocket (unknowingly) and grabs his find, reaching his hand out of the hole and admiring his “new” loot.

the process repeats until beans’ voice stops porky in his tracks. he’s found something. porky tosses a rope down into the cavernous hole that beans is in, and with a few good tugs, beans pops out of the hole, perched on top of a heavy treasure chest.

everyone crowds around as porky and beans lift the chest. inside is a tiny little book, covered in a thick layer of cobwebs that reads “HOW TO FIND GOLD”. beans opens the book, and the answer is right there in the print: “DIG FOR IT”. tex’s strong sense of humor brings the cartoon much needed liveliness and fun. tex was definitely a gag man more than an artist, and he has said so. not that his cartoons are badly drawn at all, but it’s clear he has a priority in humor, which is a great priority to have. porky and beans exchange gobsmacked looks.

enter the villain, creeping along furtively with his horse. he peers through his binoculars, surveying the site. pan past porky and beans scratching their heads over their instructions, past a bag of gold, past a pickaxe... the villain goes back to the bag of gold, exclaiming “ah! gold!” he fires his gun, a wonderfully strange hybrid between a gun, a fishing rod, and a grappling hook. as he fires, a lasso extends down to the gulch, tying conveniently around the bag of loot. the villain reels in his catch—some great added detail as he struggles, as if fighting a big one, and even scooping it up in a net.

porky and beans spot the bandit. porky stutters “if you get that bag for me, you can have my daughter.” beans is delighted and eagerly shakes his hand—it’s a deal. he jumps into porky’s car and rides off, winding up the twists and turns of the mountain as the bandit makes off with his gold. visions of grandeur fill the bandits head as he imagines a long, fanciful, costly limo, a driver touting him around as he chuffs on a fat cigar, donning expensive clothes.

his fantasy is interrupted by gunfire. beans wields duel pistols, firing back and forth at the bandit. bullets reduce the bandit’s hats to shreds, the hat a shadow of its former self as it plops back on the villain’s big head. great contrast. beans continued his fire, shooting a giant hole in the bandit’s pants. a makeshift buttflap falls open, revealing a giant tin pan covering the bandit’s ass for protection. bullets ricochet off the pan, much to the delight of the bandit.

frustrated, beans opts for a rifle instead. a gunfight ensues, and tex avery’s need for speed begins to break out. it’ll climax soon, but tex’s strong point in his cartoons is definitely speed and timing. he can drag out gags or make them ensue in a blink, so much so that those scenes leave you breathless and exhilarated. some great examples that we’ll see are in this, the village smithy, and porky the wrestler. the bandit slings his guns back at beans, his arms whirling around at impossible speeds, so much so that he turns into a literal blur, rising and falling back on his horse.

beans ducks, retaliating. the force of his fire is so strong that his car is propelled back multiple feet with each shot. however, trouble boils when his car stalls out. empty. beans pours a jug of moonshine directly into the engine (instead of the gas tank), and the car explodes to life—parallel to the same scene in you don’t know what you’re doin’! but on steroids. the car turns into a giant blur, stretching out to vaguely resemble a race car. with amazing force, the car barrels into the villain, who is thrown into the air with ease. this is where tex’s speed is magnified and used to a great amount of potential, a potential we haven’t seen yet in a cartoon. it’s exhilarating and breathless, and above all, believable. you feel like you’re right there with them, a must see scene.

the car defies gravity as it speeds along the walls of the caverns, a lovely angle of the car headed straight towards the camera (that would be recycled in one of tex’s cartoons at mgm, dumb-hounded). beans now barrels whence he came, knocking into the villain once more. instead of being propelled into the air, the bandit is dragged into the car, reduced to nothing but a mere blur. around another curve they speed, the loose bag of gold that was thrown into the air with the bandit now landing in the car.

a forlorn porky paces anxiously, awaiting the return of his beloved gold. he, too, is wiped into the chase, again reduced to a mere blur as he falls into the car. the car zips into town, right past kitty, who sweeps outside her house. she’s spun around like a top as the shanghaied racecar whirls past.

finally, the car screeches to a halt. the villain is slumped over inside the car, whereas porky and beans are unharmed. kitty reunites with porky, who lifts her up lovingly. he places her down in front of beans. “well, here’s my daughter!” beans graciously accepts kitty’s hand as he thrusts the bag into porky’s hands, replying “and here’s your gold!”

a lovely twist as porky stutters “gold be derned! that’s my lunch!” sure enough, he stuffs his hands inside the bag and lifts out a giant towering sandwich, identical to the one he scarfed down at the beginning of the cartoon. he gobbles it up with ease, giving a contented smile as we iris out.

whether you love this cartoon or hate it, it’s historical significance can’t be denied. this and i haven’t got a hat are probably the most important cartoons we’ve seen thus far, and the two, in my opinion, rely on each other for success. had friz not created porky, who knows what would have happened in this cartoon. same goes the opposite way. had tex not come aboard and used porky in a suitable role, porky may have continued to exist in cameos, but how far would looney tunes have gotten before inevitably getting canned?

i personally love this cartoon, and is probably my favorite one so far. tex avery was such a pivotal element to the success of looney tunes. albeit this isn’t his most polished work (and the blatant racism with the chinese twins and the blackface gag can’t be overlooked or dismissed), this cartoon is fun, exhilarating, and happy. tex’s sense of humor is on point, and his timing/speed is impeccable. it leaves you wanting more, almost as if you aren’t satisfied. the whole cartoon revolving around porky reuniting with his giant sandwich is another plus. beans is endearing, though bland in personality. kitty is equally endearing, her breathless excitement indescribably amusing and contagious. porky is also amusing, but hardly endearing—but, again, second cartoon, still trying to figure things out. without comparing his appearance here to other cartoons (which is very difficult to do), he fits just fine as the bumbling comic relief character.

this is a major turning point in the world of looney tunes. thanks to tex, cartoons are going to get snappier, funnier, wittier. i may be biased since he’s one of my favorite directors, but it’s hard to argue with, especially since this is the man who made daffy, elmer, bugs. if anything else, i definitely recommend this for historical significance. aside from that, it’s fun, happy, energizing, and a great relief to the drab cartoons we’ve been seeing thus far (though friz deserves much more credit than he gets for his merrie melodies). obviously, express discretion at the racist gag of the chinese twins/blackface—they aren’t too exhausted, but definitely prominent enough to constitute a warning. this is a cartoon worth watching.

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Shadowhunters Short Story #50 KitTy as parents.

It is a cool March morning in 2020 when 23 year old Kit Herondale-Blackthorn is pulled from his sleep by the sharp ringing of his phone. Wincing at the loud noise, Kit desperately scrambles for his phone on the bedside table. Eventually he feels his hand come into contact with the phone and he quickly swipes across the screen to answer it. 

“Hello?” He asks in a hoarse, groggy voice, rolling onto his back and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Christopher is now a good time to talk?” The familiar voice of he and Ty’s adoption agent Angela comes down the line. About 2 years ago he and Ty decided they wanted to be parents, they had thought long and hard about it and in the end came to the conclusion that having a baby is something they both very much want, so they decided to go the route of adoption instead of surrogacy, and began their adoption journey. It didn’t take them long to complete their home study and such and be approved as adoptive parents, however it has taken quiet a while for them to be matched with an expectant mother or a baby, it has been a difficult two years for them but with so much love, support and encouragement from all their friends and family, they never gave up.

“Angela, hi yeah, sorry I’m just awake, Ty and I had a late night last night, we were watching my sisters while my brother was being born.” Kit explains, getting out of bed and slipping outside into the hallway of the apartment, so as not to wake Ty or the girls. In early July Tessa had found out she was pregnant with her and Jem’s third child, and had gone into labor just last night, Kit and Ty had previously agreed to watch the girls, so they had to wake up in the middle of the night, portal to Devon to collect the girls, portal back home and get the girls settled in the spare room.

“No need for apologies, congratulations on the birth of your brother. So Christopher I have good news, last night twin girls were born at the local hospital, they’re Shadowhunters and the mother placed them for adoption immediately after birth, she left it in our hands to find adoptive parents. We’ve contacted a few other couples but we’re having a hard time finding someone who is willing to take both girls, we’re very reluctant to separate them. Would you and Tiberius be interested in adopting them?” Kit almost drops the phone in shock when he hears this information. He and Ty had waited two long years for just one baby, and now they are being offered the chance to adopt two babies. 

“Y-yes of course we are!” Kit stammers, feeling as though he is in a dream.

“Wonderful, why don’t you two come down as soon as you can and meet the babies and we can get started on the paperwork too? It shouldn’t take long at all, you should be able to take them home by the end of the day.” Angela informs him. 

“Yeah, yeah okay w-we’ll be there as soon as we can.” Kit says, barely acknowledging Angela’s goodbye, before he hangs the phone up and rushes back into his and Ty’s room, where Ty is just waking up.

“Morning.” Ty greets him, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back. 

“Morning, Ty I just got a call from Angela, last night twin girls were born and placed for adoption and they’re offering us the chance to adopt them.” Kit says in a tone of joy and excitement, sitting beside Ty and grasping his hand. Ty’s gray eyes widen in amazement and his grip on Kit’s hand tightens. 

“Really? We’re going to be parents?” He softly asks, feeling like he is about to cry with joy and relief. 

“Yeah we are, I’m going to text Magnus and see if we can leave the girls with him and Alec and then we can go the hospital, meet the babies and fill out the paperwork.” Kit says in a giddy tone, grabbing his phone and quickly typing out a text to Magnus. 

“I’ll get started on breakfast for the girls.” Ty says, leaning in to kiss Kit’s cheek before getting out of bed and walking toward the kitchen.

After texting Magnus, Kit wakes his sisters and explains that they’re going to stay with their Uncle Magnus and Alec until Jem comes to pick them up later, and explains that he and Ty are about to become parents so now the girls are not only big sisters but aunties too, which they are very excited about. 

An hour and a half later, Mina and Charlotte are up, washed, fed, dressed and dropped at Magnus and Alec’s, and Kit and Ty are walking through the hospital corridors to meet their daughters. 

When they arrive in the nursery they are lead to the back row and stop at two plastic cots which each contain a tiny baby girl dressed in a tiny white onesie. One baby has a mop of pitch black hair and the other has thinner, lighter black hair. They also both have beautiful big blue eyes and are simply the most beautiful things Kit and Ty have ever seen.

“This is baby A.” The nurse says, laying a hand on the cot on the right. “And this is baby B.”She adds, resting her other hand on the other cot. “They’re both perfectly healthy, they were born at 37 weeks so just a little bit early. Baby A here weighs 7 pounds 2 ounces, and Baby B weights 7 pounds 6 ounces. Their mother didn’t give them names at all so you don’t have to worry about changing their names or anything.” 

“Can we hold them?” Kit hopefully asks, unable to take his eyes off the babies. 

“Of course, you can go ahead and pick them up.” The nurse says. Kit is the first to step forward and tentatively gather baby B into his arms, holding her close to his chest and looking down at her in awe. Seconds later Ty steps up and cautiously lifts baby A up. Ty has always been very cautious and weary when holding a baby, since he has dyspraxia (which usually comes hand in hand with autism.) and therefore he can be very clumsy at times and drop things out of nowhere.

“Hello little Livvy, you are so perfect.” Ty whispers, tracing the baby’s little features softly.

“Livvy, that’s a nice name, short for Olivia?” The nurse asks in a curious tone. Ty shakes his head and says

“No, short for Livia, it was my twin sister’s name, she was killed when we were 15.” 

“Oh I’m so sorry. I’ll give the four of you some time alone.” The nurse kindly says, before turning and walking out of the nursery. 

“Livia Julia Herondale-Blackthorn for this little one, what do you think Kit?” Ty asks his husband, looking from the baby to Kit. 

“I love it but where’s the name Julia coming from? You never mentioned it before.” Kit asks. 

“I thought of it a few weeks ago, it’s a feminine version of Julian, all my siblings are amazing and I love them all but Livvy was my twin and Julian practically raised me so I want to name one of the girls after both of them, and this little one looks like a Livvy to me, don’t you think?” Ty quietly says. Kit smiles and nods.

“Yes I certainly do, and I think I have a name for her sister.” 

“What is it?” Ty asks. 

“Rosemary, Rosemary Teresa, after my moms.” Kit quietly says. Rosemary gave Kit life, and gave up so much for him and did everything she could for him, and Tessa raised him and loved him from the time he was only 15, and in desperate need of a stable permanent parent. 

“I love it, Livia and Rosemary Herondale-Blackthorn, it sounds perfect.” Ty says.

“I can’t believe we’re finally parents.” Kit quietly says, looking from Ty to little Rosemary, his heart swelling with joy and love, these last two years of waiting and waiting were more than worth it, now they have their beautiful twin daughters. 

“Me neither, I never thought I’d be this happy again, not since Livvy died, but I’m happier than I’ve ever been before, you know Julian always says that Ellie was a gift from Livvy, since Emma got pregnant just a few months after Livvy died, I never believed it really until now, I feel like our babies are a gift from Livvy, I can’t explain it, but I feel it.” Ty quietly says, lowering himself onto a sofa that has been pushed against the back wall of the nursery. Kit takes a seat next to his husband, cradles Rosemary with one arm and puts the other around Ty and Livvy. 

“I understand, I feel like that too.” Kit softly says.

*1 week later*

It has been a week since Ty and Kit adopted little Rosemary (Nicknamed Rosie) and Livvy. They’ve spent the last week settling into life as parents and bonding with the twins. They have asked their friends and family to hold back from visiting for the first week, which they did and today Jem, Tessa, Mina, Charlotte and little Will are coming to visit.

Today little Livvy has been extremely fussy and cranky and Kit and Ty are having a hard time getting her settled. She had just spent the past half hour or so crying on and off. Kit has just managed to calm her down and get her to stop crying and has laid her in her bassinet in the hopes that she will sleep for a while. However just as he steps back from the bassinet, the doorbell sounds and Livvy starts screaming again. 

“Let me try and settle her, you get the door.” Ty calmly says, coming up next to Kit and holding his arms out for the baby. Kit carefully passes Livvy to her papa and makes his way to the front door, smiling as he passes Rosemary lying on her playmatt and watching her surroundings with wide blue eyes. 

When Kit opens the door all his anger and frustration melts when sees Tessa and Jem standing on the front step, beaming at him. 

“Did we wake one of the girls?” Jem asks in a tone tinged with guilt, able to hear the screaming baby even louder now that the door has been opened. 

“Yeah Livvy’s been really fussy all day for some reason, where are the girls and Will?” Kit asks, looking around for his siblings, thinking that perhaps the girls are playing in the garden and Will is tucked into a sling inside Tessa’s coat.

“Oh Lottie woke up with a cold this morning, we didn’t want to take her around the babies while they’re still so young and she’s a bit sick so Magnus and Alec are keeping an eye on her for us, Mina is a bit sniffley too and she wanted to go to Clary and Jace’s so they’re keeping an eye on her for a few hours and Will is with Magnus and Alec too, we figured that since the girls weren’t going to be here we might as well take the chance to get to meet our first grandchildren properly, without Will needing our attention too.” Tessa explains, eager to meet her granddaughters but simultaneously missing her little girls and baby boy.

“Come in, while we get Livvy settled you can meet Rosemary, did we tell you her full name mum?” Kit asks, ushering his parents in and glancing over his shoulder at Tessa. 

“No you didn’t, what is it?” Tessa curiously asks. Kit grins and says

“I’ll tell you when you hold her, it’s special.” Kit scoops the youngest of the twins up and gently passes her to Tessa as Ty approaches them with a now calm  Livvy. 

“Oh hello beautiful, you are so cute! What’s her full name Kit?” Tessa coos to the baby, then looking up at her eldest son, wondering what could be so special about this little one’s name. Kit once again grins knowingly, takes Livvy from Ty and carefully passes her to Jem before stepping back. 

“Mom, dad, meet your granddaughters. Dad, you have Livia Julia Herondale-Blackthorn and mom you have Rosemary Teresa Herondale-Blackthorn. Livia is named after her Aunt Livvy and Uncle Julian and Rosie is named after her grandmas on my side.” Kit proudly announces, slipping his hand into Ty’s as he waits for his mother’s reaction.

Tears of joy well up in Tessa’s eyes and she smiles softly at Kit. 

“Oh Christopher, come here.” She softly says, expertly holding Rosemary with one arm and pulling her son into an embrace with the other.  “Thank you sweetheart, that means so much to me.” She adds, before placing a kiss on Kit’s cheek.

“Love you mum.” Kit softly says as Tessa pulls back from their embrace. 

“I love you too Kit.” Tessa says, squeezing his hand affectionately, feeling pride swell in her chest as she thinks about the amazing young man her son has grown up to be, she could no be more proud to be his mother and could not feel more blessed to have been able to raise him and love him for 8 wonderful years, and hopefully many more to come. 

“If we had of had a boy we were going to name him JJ, short for James Julian, after you dad, and Jules.” Kit tells his father. “Would you have minded? I know you felt really conflicted when mum and Will named Jamie after you.” He adds, his tone cautious and nervous. 

“Of course I wouldn’t have minded son, I would have been absolutely honored. Yes I was somewhat conflicted when your older brother was named but that was because I was a Silent Brother then and I knew I could not show Tessa and Will the love they showed me, I was afraid that them naming their son after me would only cause them pain later on, but things are much different now, I never thought I would have an eldest son who would want to name his son after me, I never thought I would have any children, just being you and your brother and sisters’ dad is an honor.” By the time Jem has finished his explanation, he too is welling up with tears of joy, but firmly wipes them away and calms himself down. “Anyway, no need to get into all that morbid stuff from the past, today is about my granddaughters, who I might add are beautiful and perfect.”  

Tessa and Jem spend the next hour or so fussing and cooing over their sweet grandbabies and bonding with them, as well as giving Kit and Ty all the tips they have for raising babies.

Right now Tessa and Jem are gone and Ty and Kit are taking a few hours out to relax and bond with the girls.

“You know sometimes I really wish my parents were still around so they could help us with the twins, no one else in my family or that we know had twins, although Helen does think she’s having twins, but my mom and dad raised me and Livvy, they could help us a lot.” Ty quietly tells Kit as they sit side by side on the sofa, feeding the babies their afternoon bottles. 

Kit gently squeezes his husband’s hand and says

“I understand, sometimes I still miss my birth father, even though he was no real dad, not compared to Jem anyway, but we’re going to cope just fine and be the best parents to our girls and they are going to grow up surrounded by love and joy and they will always be taken care of, when I realized I’m not straight, I was terrified to tell my dad, but that will not happen with these two, they will always know how much we love them and that we will always support them.” Ty’s heart feels like it could explode with love for Kit and their daughters at this moment, he could not love them more.

“I love you, all three of you.” Ty softly says, laying his head on Kit’s shoulder, smiling down at Rosemary who is happily taking her bottle and taking in all her soundings. She has one small hand wrapped tightly around Kit’s thumb and the other resting on the side of the bottle.

Kit kisses the top of Ty’s head and quietly says “I love you too.”

Later that night, in the nursery, little Livvy wakes up and begins to fuss and cry, immediately waking her sister who also begins to fuss and cry. 

Suddenly the transparent figure of a tall willowy woman with flowing dark brown hair and sea blue/green eyes appears by the babies cribs. 

“Shhh Livvy, Rosie, you’re going to wake your dads, it’s okay Aunty Livia’s here.” Livvy’s spirit coos to her nieces. Unbeknownst to Ty and Kit, every night since the babies were adopted, Livvy has watched over them at night, found them their pacifiers and and tucked them up when they fuss in the middle of the night, sometimes even being able to conjure up and heat up bottles of formula, thanks to her special powers from The Mortal Sword. 

Rosie and Livvy look up at their aunt, and Rosie immediately stops crying and reaches for her. Livia smiles softly at her niece and reaches down to stroke her cheek, remembering back to when she met Dru and Tavvy after they were born all those years ago, and how utterly in love she was with her siblings and how much she loved cuddling them and holding them. It doesn’t take long for Rosie to fall back asleep, but Livvy remains wide awake, fussing the whole time. 

“Livvy baby what’s wrong?” Livia coos, furrowing her brow in confusion, trying to work out why her niece is so fussy.

A few minutes later when Livvy does not stop crying, the door to the nursery creaks open and Ty walks in holding a witch light, he turns up the dimmer switch by the door and pads across the floor to his youngest daughter’s crib, never once noticing or sensing his twin’s presence. 

“Livvy I love you but you are so loud, what’s got you so upset huh?” Ty coos, pocketing the witchlight and bending down to scoop his daughter up. The minute she is in her papa’s arms, Livvy’s cries die down and soon stop all together. She snuggles into Ty and grips tightly onto the front of his t-shirt. A wave of love washes over Ty and a smile spreads across his face as he watches his daughter settle in his arms. “You missed me huh? I missed you too, lets go sit down and try and get you back to sleep so your daddy and sister can at least get a full night’s sleep.” He coos, walking across to the rocking chair by the window and settling into the chair before placing Livvy on his chest and covering them both with a blanket.

40 minutes later both baby and father are sound asleep, Ty’s hand resting on his daughter’s back and Livvy still clutching onto his shirt. Livia stands a few feet away, watching her brother and niece, delighted to see her brother so happy after so long. She walks over and adjusts the blanket around Ty and Livvy, before softly kissing them both on the forehead and stepping back. 

“I love you Ty-Ty, I am so glad you’re happy.” Livia whispers, before disappearing and leaving Ty asleep in the nursery with the babies, happier than has ever been in all his life.