#not a drag nothing but respect for my loves Lost and The Wilds etc etc

[nataliesscatorccio]

personally I find that Yellowjackets succeeds where other plane-crash-stranded media falls short. and it's because if you peel back the layers of other shows in this genre, the story is basically the same: people will do what they have to in order to survive, roles will reverse. Yellowjackets does this too, but Yellowjackets isn't about a plane crash and it isn't about survival. it's about the singular, violent, inescapable wilderness of girlhood, not nature. the wilderness is a backdrop and though the girls use it to tell their story (literally Van beginning an origin story in the season 2 trailer), it isn't... really that important. before they crash they were already icing their teammates out, betraying one another, surviving brutally through youth. being a girl is just like that. yeah, the setting and the strange magic helps reveal that story to the audience in a shocking and palatable and larger-than-life way, it brings to view what that complex inner world of girlhood really felt like. but it has something to say other than "people will do horrible things to survive". if you were ever a teenage girl, you already know that.

[dreamties]

Slashers W/ a Punk S/O

T/W- q*eer is used a few times- in a positive, self affirming kind of way. But I can add other trigger warnings if needed. :)

A/n- Literally no one asked for this, but I wanted to make more HCs like the soft pastel one...so I just went wild and made them. 

I included a little bit of punk culture into this as well, because it’s not just about the fashion, but since there’s such a vast variety within punk culture I mostly stuck with my experiences in the community, and some bits and pieces from documentaries(mostly live footage from “The Decline of Western Civilization”).

Characters: Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Norman Bates, Michael Myers

Will make one(s) for Brahms, Amanda, Helen or Daniel if asked

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

so early 90s, the Riot Grrrl movement emerges

bands like Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, Heavens to Betsy or Sleater-Kinney

it’s a very female-powered oriented movement, but I notice that a lot of minorities tend to be drawn to this music and community (LGBT folks, people of color, etc).

both boys, and yourself, being outside of the norm and all (polyamorous relationship, gay/bi) are sort of drawn to it!

and sure there’s a lot of really great queercore/homocore bands, and there’s probably a good LGBT+ punk scene out there somewhere, but in a little town like Woodsboro? Hell no. Sticking with this fem punk movement, while again mostly a space for women in music- it’s the most accepted the three of you have felt outside of you’re relationship. 

you’ve always been pretty into the music, stuff like Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, or the short-lived Germs- but it wasn’t until you stumbled upon Riot Grrrl that you really got into it. 

the music, making zines about local-ish political issues(probably not so much Woodsboro stuff, more Cali in general and neighboring towns) and a few ones with queer themes and hand-drawn illustrations of your partners, and DIYing all your clothes

since you’re so experienced with DIYing your clothes and sewing on patches, you’ve helped repair the Ghostface costumes on numerous occasions. they kind of adore this(Stu is the only one that will- and does, frequently- admit that)

Let’s face it, the three of you do everything together- but you especially enjoy when Stu tags along for thrift dates. 

he’s the more fashionable one, and he makes the whole experience more enjoyable- cracking jokes and just being his all-around goofy self.

Woodsboro is a very little town, so they don’t have much...but they do have a few small stores- usually you’ll make a whole day/date out of it though. driving to the next town or so over, since they have more stores and a better selection, and spending hours looking for cheap, old t-shirts, belts, clothes with funky patterns. heading out for pizza after.

Billy’s more likely to get into the music and everything with you(he’s kinda,, angsty, no offense to him)- will definitely go to shows with you.

just- imagine Billy in ripped jeans. and he’d have like one or two patches sewn on to it- one of them is your all time favorite band, and the other is a band that he found on his own time, and actually really enjoyed.

Stu is dragged along with you guys, you can’t just leave him at home- he’s gonna feel left out and sad. :(

He’s mostly there to keep y’all company- he really likes the energy of the shows though!

the two of them are such a chaotic duo though, so much so that you have definitely been kicked out or banned from a few venues. all for varying reasons. good grief these men can not be tamed.

The Lost Boys

as we all know, these vampires are total punks. so they’re gonna appreciate having a s/o who’s also into that whole scene.

How you meet:

you’re a baby punk, and it’s your first show ever, and you look so nervous. you’re dressed up in pretty plain clothes, a single homemade patch for your favorite band barely hanging to your jacket side(you were mid-way sewing it, when you realized you were gonna be late if you didn’t leave asap).

it’s a few local bands, ones you’d never really heard of really. you look anxious. but when they start playing? you look so unapologetically yourself, you’re so in the moment dancing- it’s completely mesmerizing to the boys. the music isn’t even that good, but you seem to be having the time of your life.

they greet you after the show, and you’re a tiny bit flustered- cause gosh, heck, they saw you. dancing. so embarrassing. 

David is the one that introduces himself and the group, and initiates conversation. Dwayne’s a pretty quiet guy, so he just listens to what you have to say. 

Marko’s pretty excited about you, and initiates in some small conversation, he may have complimented your little patch(Marko- patch jacket KING, complimenting your jacket?? more likely than you’d think) 

and oh, oh- Paul is out there being a total chatty-cathy, and is absolutely bombarding you with questions. like, okay, Paul is pretty talkative, but the other vamps are a little worried that he’s scared you off. and you had seemed so cool :(

you end up pretty engaged in your convo with Paul though, even if all the attention is overwhelming. He ends up snagging a date for the five of you the following week.

once you start hanging out/dating:

y’all just hit it off so well those first few days. they all love how sweet & shy you are- but also how much of a badass punk babe you are.

Marko helps make your patch jacket(collecting ones for bands you enjoy, how to make your own, sewing them on, etc). you probably could have done it w/out his help, but my gosh- you weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Marko gets really soft around you sometimes, since he doesn’t really do this activity with anyone else, it’s saved for you. 🥺🥺

Dwayne likes listening to you talking about the local scene(outside of the shows you go to- mostly about stuff he can’t attend, protests and meetings during the daylight.)

all of them(especially David) are very protective of you. I mean, generally. but also when you go to shows. they let you do whatever the heck you’re gonna do, but the mere second that someone even thinks about starting shit w/ you?? well, y’know. those vampire instincts kick in.

the four of them obviously share a lot of similar tastes in music- but they all have different favorite bands, & fave parts of the community. which, they can’t even fully participate in,, but it’s okay.

they, individually, introduce their favorite bands to you. and they get it in their head that oh, they said they liked it. they must like it as much as I do. and awkwardly coming out to the four of them, as they argue about your favorite band, “Well, actually- this *insert band they’ve never heard of or barely listen to* is my favorite.” and their just kinda like, oh, okay. please tell us more about them. 

so it’s sorta like,, you’ve been learning all this cool knowledge from them, now you get to share cool knowledge with them.

idk. I think it’s cute. 💕

Norman Bates

so first off- let’s just pretend Psycho was in at least the 70s/80s for a moment. because realistically- the punk subculture didn’t really exist back then.

baby boy is absolutely fascinated by the way you dress (mother is less thrilled though)

imagine your jacket is getting a bit weathered, and needs some repairs- so he helps you to sew edges closed, and make sure the patches aren’t on too loose, etc

he enjoys hearing your stories of all the past shows you’ve gone to. you always get so excited about them, and he finds that so endearing. But he pretty much leaves the actual punk scene to you because of these stories.

he was already worried from the stories, and made sure you were well prepared for any trouble every time you left for a show.

but one time, you were able to get him to join you. never again though. he was so nervous!

the music was too loud! and he could hardly understand what they were saying- it was so confusing!

you stayed with him most of the night, standing near the back, holding his hand. he’d gently bob his head to the music occasionally. 

but you accidentally found yourself swept into the crowd, but you looked so blissed-out in the moment, that he figured it would be okay for you to dance* over there for a little bit...right?�� 

*Norman is still unsure if you’d even call that dancing.

Thankfully, nothing bad happened in the mosh pit.

you gotta give him lots of attention and reassurance afterwards though- you almost scared Norman half to death D:

He’s happy enough helping you out and listening to you though- and that’s okay for you, too. you still love each other lots, even if this particular interest doesn’t overlap.

Michael Myers

he thinks you’re outfits are pretty interesting. 

he’s a little worried at first, when you start experimenting with putting things like safety pins in your ears. cause like- that’s not supposed to be in your ear, Y/n, what the fuck

if you make zines at all, Michael really enjoys watching you make the illustrations for them(not that he’ll admit to it though), and helps to find newspaper and magazine clippings to incorporate into the spreads.

you always show michael the final booklet before distributing it

he doesn’t talk a lot, so he doesn’t ask questions- but he often does the little head tilt once you give it to him. since he’s not very privy to current events, and a lot of your zines are political, you spend a lot of time explaining them in depth.

he has no use for any of this knowledge, but he listens on, intently.

Important note:

dear god do not bring this man to concerts and local shows with you.

it is a nightmare, to say the least

Michael is sort of,, emotionless sometimes, doesn’t really care for people at all, and if he does? definitely not in the same way most people do. 

so imagine combining that part of michael, the fact that he’s also a giant stabby man, with super loud, energetic- almost aggressive- sounding music and a bunch of strangers that aren’t respecting any personal boundaries. 

you need to keep him at the back of the venue- lest your local scene may go missing.

[lunawindsor]

⌜ABIGAIL COWEN, CIS-FEMALE, SHE/HER⌟  welcome to chatsworth academy, LUNA WINDSOR. it says here, that you are TWENTY ONE, in THIRD and that your parents are A LONDON MINISTER AND OLD MONEY HEIRESS? is it true high school you were voted most likely to HOLD THE MOST SECRETS, well, that’s interesting. ╱  ROSY CHEEKS, SWEET SCENTED PERFUME ON A SILK DRESS & HEELS ECHOING IN A BALLROOM GALA  ╳  ◤ mar, 24, cst, she/her. ◢

hey everyone, im mar & finally posting luna’s intro. ill have a full bio out for her soon but for right now im just showing a little background about her & what she’s like. i’ll also list some wc,so if youd like to plot or you’re interested in any you can always slide in the dms !!

so, luna is from london -- born & raised. she’s apart of the british royal family, her mother (opal) was raised in the Windsor Castle which is infamously known as the residence for the royal family. opal had an inheritance from her great grandmother which is considered old money. they’ve always lived a prosperous & very respectful life. luna was always held to very high standards; dress and act like a lady, keep any and every secret to yourself, have great mannerisms, etc. 

sadly luna’s mother is ill, she’s been battling cancer for the past several years which has took a toll on my poor baby luna. she lost her father ( gerald ) when she was seventeen, of course it was hard for her & the family, especially when she didn’t have her dad there for her high school graduation.

a year pasts after gerald’s death & her mother married the minister of windsor, a 20 year age gap, that bothered & hurt luna to the core but as she got older she understood that her mother was happy again & that’s all that she wanted. 

now luna is the one to stay out gossip & drama as much as she can even if she’d dragged into it. she’s a very kind, outgoing girl with a heart of gold but that doesn’t mean she’s easy to walk over. she has a sharp tongue & stands strong for herself -- she might be sweet but  she can be just as sour.

her favorite color is periwinkle and she loves moon flowers, although she’s up early to always dress for the best she’s very much a night person. overall, luna is an easygoing person who wants the best for herself & everyone around her as long as you’ve never crossed her over.

WC;

the ride or die-- bffs forev 

lost in touch-- best friends that faded away from each other but miss & remanence their past 

the one who left-- her first boyfriend & the first boy she ever loved that broke her heart

i like you but i also dont-- frenemies, you know how this one goes

are you busy tonight?-- the fling, they like to hook up and genuinely enjoy each others company but it’s nothing more ... unless ??

secret crush-- this can go both ways, luna secretly has feelings for her friend, vice versa or both

time to get wild-- a really close friend that always gets luna to party no matter what occasion & mood

i can think of so many more, if you have any other connection in mind that you’d like please let me know bc im open to anything !! 

[percyscourt]

imagine the movie Wild Child, but Silena Beauregard as Poppy Moore...

silena beauregard was born and raised in Malibu, CA. she lived with her mom, dad, and little sister until her mom died when she nine years old in a car crash. before the crash, silena was quirky, respectful, sometimes even quiet. but after the crash, she was like a totally different person. as soon as she hit middle school, she became a party-girl, and her nights weren't complete without drinking, dancing, or trashing somebody's house. of course, it also didn't help that her dad owned a million-dollar chocolate company and was rarely home

the last week of the summer before her sophomore year, silena's dad announced that his new girlfriend was going to move in with them. naturally, silena reacted with nothing short of a large ball of rage. when the moving trucks arrived, they were greeted by more than 100 teenagers that silena had invited over to take, trash, and torch all of her father's girlfriend's belongings

as if this wasn't enough, silena herself wanted to participate. silena scooped up a handful of clothes and started running full speed to the pool in her backyard. instead of jumping in the pool like everybody assumed she would, silena didn't stop running, but instead ran behind the pool to where the cliff looked down into the ocean, and dived in

right as she came up from the ocean, her dad arrived, and he immediately started kicking everybody out

flashforward to dinner that night, silena's dad tells her that she's going to boarding school.

in new york. and not the city new york, no, the countryside new york.

after dinner, silena stormed to her room. her younger sister, Lacy, came into her room and spent the night. they didn't get any sleep, though, but instead talked about their mom. "i've already lost her. i can't lose you too, S."

the next day, silena began packing. her friend, Kelly, helped her while lacy sat on the bed, talking about new york. "What if your school is like in Gossip Girl? That'd be awesome!" when lacy stepped out, silena and kelly looked at the school's website. the school showed a lacrosse field, outside dining pavillion, horse stables, a lake, and dorms. "could be uglier, I guess." kelly left, promising to call silena every night

the next day, silena and her father left early so silena could see the campus before classes started, and they drove all the way from california to new york; "S, it's like a roadtrip! Fun, right?"

it took them about two days to get there, and when silena and her dad finally get to the campus, it's two hours till dinner. as soon as she stepped out of the car, silena was met by the school's dean, Professor D. who introduced her to the school's head girl, Drew, and her friends

silena immediately takes an instant disliking to Drew, which is only increased when drew looks at silena's phone case. "'Pink is powerful?' Ha! Pink is weak- like you, I'm assuming." when drew tried to take silena's hand to shake, silena pulled it back roughly. of course, drew was taken aback. "You shake the head girl's hand out of respect." she yanked silena's hand

silena pulled it back. "When the head girl has earned my respect, then I'll shake her hand..

Biotch."

after drew and her posse stormed off, silena was introduced to Clarisse, her "big sister." while clarisse was nicer than drew, you could tell she didn't like silena either. all silena wanted to do was go home.

clarisse told silena to get any bags she needed and follow her to their room. when they got there, silena was introduced to her other roomates; Katie, Thalia, and Annabeth, though everybody just called Annabeth "Wise Girl"

when she got to the room, silena found out that technically she wasn't allowed to have her phone, except for sundays, and during the week it would be with her dorm's RA

silena hated this. this rule. this school. this whole thing.

two weeks pass, and silena wasn't any closer to liking this school, but also not any closer to finding a way out of it, either. her and her roomates barely talked, and when they did, it was snarky remarks or arguments

one night, silena ended up sneaking out after lights-out. she went to the school's computer room and logged into her email to write to kelly. after she wrote and sent the email, silena looked for the log out button so she could get back before anybody realized she'd left. right before she was about to log out, she saw somebody else sneaking around, just out of the doorway

it was annabeth.

silena left the computer to investigate. she walked out of the comouter room on her tippy-toes, looking this way and that for signs of anybody else. a thought popped into her mind, maybe she's meeting a guy, but as soon as that thought came, it was gone. silena creeped behind her and saw annabeth walk into a doorway. silena waited, counted to ten, then followed and peaked inside the room. it was the school's library. ugh, lame. silena left and started heading back to her room

when she was on the second floor on the way to the third, a fire alarm went off. scared of getting caught sneaking around during lights-out, silena hopped out a window and onto the fire escape. she walked on the fire escape until she got to an apparently empty bathroom. she hopped through its window

when she gets into the bathroom, she realizes it's actualky occupied. a voice calls out from her from behind the shower curtain. "may I help you?" it was a man's voice. holy hell, i've walked into one of my teachers taking a bath! "Uh maybe. I'm Silena Beauregard, sophomore, room 308. How do I get out of here? without getting caught, I mean." the faceless voice gave her directions and she ended up getting out without getting in trouble

a couple days later, silena is in pe class when she gets in a fight with drew. it starts out with a witty comment from silena, as it always does, but then drew threw the first punch. soon, both girls were rolling around on the ground, equally pulling hair and punches. "Silena Beauregard from 308?" it was the voice. silena looked up, but instead of coming face to face with a professor, it was a boy. a boy her age. "Charles! Hey, Charles! Hi, how are you?" Drew was quickly on her feet, rushing to shake his hand.

"Uh, well. Goodbye, now." Charles left, and silena found out that his full name was Charles Beckendorf, and he was the Dean's nephew. "How do you know him, fresh meat?"

"Aww, are you mad because you have a crush on him, old meat?" Drew's friends had to drag her away before another fight ensued

as she walked to her dorm from pe, a bucket of sewer water was dumped on silena's head, courtesy of one of drew's minions from seventh grade. silena wasn't alone, though, and turned around to see clarisse. clarisse laughed for several seconds before composing herself. "Okay, let's say we get yourself cleaned up, alright?"

after they had cleaned back up at the dorms, clarisse handed silena her phone. "We gave Mr. Brunner decoys; some old flip-phones. Go ahead and call your friend if you'd like."

silena calls Kelly but it goes to voicemail, and she texts her a simple "imy girly <3" instead

when all the girls are in the room, silena opened up about her mother's death and how hard it was at this new school. partly because they liked her, and partly because they felt bad for her, they all agreed to help Silena get expelled from school.

over the course of several weeks, the girls pulled a series of pranks; dying the lake blood-red, re-recording over Mr. Underwood's lectures, etc. they never got in trouble though, and the only thing the pranks were successful in doing was bringing the girls closer, though they didn't know it

after she realized their pranks weren't working, clarisse suggested a different approach: silena would seduce charles, and the dean would be so mad that he'd expel her immediately

their plan was put into motion at the school dance a week later. the girls were allowed off campus, and they went shopping for dresses in NYC. while they were shopping, clarisse suggested they all get their hair done. Silena went along with them, then even ended up swapping her platinum blonde curls for her natural raven-black waves. when the hair stylist was done, she realized with a shock that she looked exactly like her mother. she liked it

the girls showed up twenty-five minutes late to the dance, per silena's suggestion to be fashionably late. they were by far the most dressed up and stylish there, also due to silena's large interest in fashion and design

when they got there, charles was standing in a corner, awkwardly talking with drew

"Hey, Charlie, wanna dance?"

They danced, though it was more like Silena danced and Charles just standed there and watched. "Nobody ever calls me Charlie, y'know. It's either Charles or Beckendorf. I like when you call me Charlie."

in the middle of dancing, Silena tried some new move she had seen on one of her shows, but she tripped and fell on her head. charlie picked her up and took her outside to sit down. when she assured him that she was okay, charlie just started looking at silena instead. he leaned down to kiss her but they were interrupted by drew's followers

just as she was leaving, charlie asked silena on a date

the next day at school, silena was called into Professor D's office. he scolded her for not only for behaviour but also the fact that she had brought alcoholic beverages on to the school campus. silena sat silent through the whole stretch of this talk, waiting patiently for Pr. D to finish up and expel her. instead, her punishment was joining the girls' lacrosse team

after a good two weeks of lacrosse, silena had started to like it. she found out her mom not only went to the school when she was young, but also was the team captain to lead them to nationals, and silena was determined to do the same. somewhere along the way, she found herself actually falling in love with the sport. and something somebody else.

silena and charlie's first date was the day after her talk in the dean's office. charloe took her off campus to an underground bunker. silena was surprised to see that while it was a little packed, it was very neat and fresh-looking. "welcome to bunker 9." they had a picnic then went on a drive. the date ended with a kiss that made silena feel as if she was floating

when she got back to her room, she found Clarisse, Thalia, Katie, and Annabeth crowded around the computer. "What're you reading?" the girls turned around, faces mad and hurt at the same time. "Your email."

when she looked at a screen, silena saw an email from her account, though she hadn't sent one. it went on for more than a hundred words, with the summary being that she was only pretending to be their friend so they'd help her get expelled

silena checked her account to see that a similar email was written to charlie. both charlie and her roomates shut her out and refused to talk to her

upset and alone, silena decided to call kelly. when she did, she found out that kelly had been sneaking around with Silena's on-and-off-again boyfriend, Luke, since the first week of them dating in eighth grade. silena deleted both their numbers. she sat there, feeling almost as alone as she had when her mom died

poppy was in the common room after lights-out when she really started to feel depressed. absentmindedly, she started playing with her lighter. the flame accidentally touched the curtain and scorched the corner. though she put it out before anything else happened, silena was so spooked that she decided to retire to her room. as she walked, she heard footsteps, and her slow pace turned to a fast sprint

a few minutes later as she laid awake in bed, silena turned her head to see that outside of her window the common room was on fire. silena got up, started yelling, and slammed down the fire alarm to wake everybody up

once everybody was evacuated, the teachers started doing head-counts. silena and her roomates quickly realized that one of their own was missing. "ANNABETH!" silena pushed past the crowds, ran past the firemen, and made her way to the library. when she got there, she saw Annabeth trapped behind a fallen bookcase. silena, dizzy and bleary-eyed, led annabeth until they reached the kitchen, and the firemen carried out the collapsing girls.

after the fire was successfully put out, charlie pulled silena aside. when she tried to talk about the email, he only shoved her lighter into her hands. "I believe this is yours." he refused to listen to her explain and walked away, fully believing that she was the one who started the fire

the next day, silena sat in the dean's office awaiting his decision. ironically and cruelly, she found herself wishing not to be expelled. though she held off for a while, she started crying. she couldn't tell if the tears were because of the fire, or her friends, or even her mom, but whatever the cause they didn't stop. until somebody called her name. "Silena"

silena looked up to see charlie staring her right in the face. "I believe you. It was an accident, wasn't it? Tell me everything."

later that day, silena was set to attend a hearing concerning her future at the school. at the hearing, she told her side of the story, starting from when she first got to the school, and her roomates realized she didn't send the emails

they quickly left the hearing, and silena was convinced they hated her

they returned after several minutes of investigative research and took the stand in favor of silena. they defended her against drew and debated back and forth until drew let it accidentally slide that she had saw silena put the fire out, then started it back up herself again

of course, the case was immediately resolved, and silena was cleared while drew was expelled

silena spent the next weeks preparing her team for their nationals game. when the gameday came, silena was surprised to find her dad in the crowd with the rest of the parents. mr. beauregard was equally surprised to see silena's new natural, happy appearance

silena and the rest of the team ended up winning their nationals game by a landslide, and afterward they had a party at the beach by camp

silena ended the schoolyear completely different from when she arrived. she was now officially dating charlie, her team was staying with her for three weeks in the summer, she learned more about her mother and became closer with dad, and she was finally, truly happy.

[sameteeth]

NOT to be found family on main BUT pls consider.. lucy adopting/parenting the lost boys after max gets killed

the boys all survive, albiet with injuries that take a while to heal bc they were all injured w Vampire Killing Intent. theyre all laying around in the hotel when lucy marches in, first aid kit in hand and sam being dragged reluctantly w her. micheal tags along too. lucy is horrified at the messy ass cave but doesnt clean bc she knows its not Her Space, its the boys and she respects their privacy/independence.

marko is doing the worst, since the boys could only give him rudimentary first aid before rushing off to attack micheal/the frog bros. he’s feverish and delirious and thinks lucy is his mom. she cradles his cheek and pets his hair as she patches up his chest (marko is trans and lucy is like Hell Yeah Another Trans Son). the stake missed his heart but his lungs are fucked now bc getting stabbed as a vamp is Not Great.

dwayne is next- he’s got a big scar on his back and nerve damage from the electrocution. maybe some cool lightening scars once he heals up. he has more trouble w memory now bc yknow. brain damage. lots of flashing can possibly trigger seizures for him, and he has issues with movement disorder type things- tics, uncontrollable shaking, etc.

paul is just absolutely covered in burns, and his hair is falling out in chunks bc his skin is peeling off. think acid burns? his skin gets a little melty and he’s got some bad scarring, esp in his face once he heals. he takes the longest to heal just because he can’t do much of anything without tearing his skin up bc its super delicate as it grows back. its a very frustrating process. hes normally a cheery dude but he kinda falls into a funk trying to recover.

david is similar to marko in his injuries. he’s got some lung issues afterwards but he mostly heals ok. he’s more guarded around lucy, and he heals quicker bc hes the lead vamp and has been around the longest/is stronger than his brothers.

other than marko who passes out after calling lucy mom and crying a little theyre all REALLY nervous around her, theyre all like dogs baring their teeth when they cant even stand up. but lucy just goes about her business and tries to help them. sam is scared shitless of the vamps but lucy is 100% fearless and has NO issue telling david off for trying to get up when he should be resting. she brings them animal blood (courtesy of the widow johnson) with straws stuck in it like caprisun and sits there holding an actual caprisun and drinking it with them. she plays pauls records when he asks but usually picks stuff she recognizes as opposed to newer music that sam and micheal like. dwayne finds it kinda nice, bc she likes groovier/more chill music rather than super harsh or fast music. micheal apologizes to david and david apologizes (sort of) to micheal. david is a very prideful dude after all, but he does genuinely feel bad for ruining the emerson’s house/lives because his crazy ass “dad” wanted a make-believe family.

and just bc i hate max- he turned david against his will after seeing him as a kid and thinking “hm id love to be a father but alas i am a vampire, guess i will stalk this abused child until he is adult-ish age and take him as my own!”. no one gave a shit when max took david since his family sucked. david was basically an impromptu parent for a ton of neighborhood kids and his siblings bc his parents were shit and didnt care about him- it was more of an image thing anyways. so he has all the Big Brother instincts but was forced to grow up too young and has trouble cutting loose bc of this. (ill get into this in a later post maybe?). anyways max took all the lost boys in against their wills/without their consent, which is why david doesnt ask micheal to join, he just gets him to drink the blood. which i always thought was fucked up anyways. david only knows vampires who were forced to turn (him and all the lost boys).

meanwhile star takes some time to recover away from the boys and regains her humanity a bit- she does love their little family, cobbled together out of a lot of desperation and a lot of love, but she needs some time away to think things over now that she knows it wasnt david who was holding her there, it was max. laddie is super worried about his big bros and goes completely nonverbal (normally he is semiverbal). star is worried about him and convinces lucy to take him to see the boys after the more gorey wounds have healed, bc although laddie has Seen Some Shit he is also a Literal Child and doesn’t deserve to be exposed to that. and now that he has a Genuine Adult who isnt a weird vampire looking after him, lucy can make sure he gets looked after and treated like a child. bc although the lost boys did their best, none of them are really Parents.

lucy backs off once the boys are more healed, but they end up spending a lot of time at the emerson’s anyways!! they help rebuild the house and clean up, since the plumbing got fuckin destroyed and the house is kind of missing a wall. grandpa is annoyed abt it but he puts the boys to work(at night ofc), since he’s crotchety but he’s also noticed that the missing/murdered people usually arent good people. paul loves to bake with lucy and dwayne loves to cook/try new recipes for people who will appreciate a fancy meal (hes secretly grandpas fav for the food only). paul also loves to bond w lucy over music and actually gets on well with sam- he’s got a slacker middle child vibe that sam warms up to eventually and they become super tight! marko and sam have a youngest-sibling rivalry (kind of) but it eventually fades from constant bickering into them tag-teaming whining at david or micheal or dwayne for whatever they want this time. micheal and dwayne vibe really well bc dwayne likes to spend quality time w people by sitting with them in silence, doing their own thing, and micheal enjoys just vibing w people since sam is loud and his mom always anxiously fills silence w chatter. nothing against her, but sometimes its a lot for micheal, so he enjoys just sitting with dwayne in silence for hours at a time.

marko realizes maybe 2 months after they recover that he called lucy mom and avoids the house for like a week out of embarrassment, but lucy just smiles and calls him her crafty animal son and pats his stupid mullet. he loves to bring her animals, especially birds since she has some experience keeping birds. they dont keep the wild animals but lucy does notice that more wildlife seems to come around the house now that the lost boys are visiting. sam and david have the funniest relationship bc sam is like “fuck you i fucking hate you” and david is like “my friends little brother foams like a rabid chihuahua when i come over pls help”. sam wont be rude to david bc lucy said be nice but he will also not Interact Unless Necessary so like. david will be like “hey! champ..! how was... school!” bc hes trying to be fucking nice but he hasnt interacted with childrne other than laddie in Years and sam will be like “good.” and they just fucking stare at each other while dwayne does ollies in the background until marko and paul roll in with scissors and bleach like “WHO WANTS A MAKEOVER MICHEAL ALREADY GOT ONE” and micheal is chasing them with tinfoil in his hair with a stuffed woodchuck in his hands ready to murder

[another-bloody-multimuse]

Leon, Dragon, Werewolf, Kraken, Banshee

Mythical creature ask meme! 

Dragon: How does your muse connect to fire?

‘...Does being bad at cooking count? Because, uh, I’ve set a couple things on fire before...’

‘But there’s also me and Blaze! Fire’s one of me favourite types, Blaze is the team’s ace, and Kabu’s one of me favourite gym leaders. Second to Raihan, of course!’

‘I kinda associate the feeling of flames with winning another bout, to be honest. Blaze in the stadium, Gigantamaxed, finishing off another opponent and winning together...’

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

‘I’m... not sure. I’m pretty chilled and easy going. I mean, some things get me mad, sure, like the way Bede treated Hop, but outright lose control? Hasn’t really happened yet.’*

Kraken: What haunts your muse?

‘...It’s no surprise that’s gonna be the Darkest Day stuff, is it? The whole thing’s had me freaked out. Worried for Galar, worried for Mam, and Hop, and Dad.’

‘It was a messed up thing to do, but I know him. I know he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t feel like his back was against the wall. And if some anonymous psycho was mailing me pictures of my loved ones saying “do this or else”? I dunno how I’d hold out, either.’

Banshee: Has your muse had a close call with death?

‘Probably Eternatus. Looking back, I could definitely see how that could’ve ended up a lot worse. ...Scary thought.’

*((There was actually a scene where Leon lost control that happened in a non-Tumblr RP, but in the context of this blog, it doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense, so I’m including it as a little non-blog canon bonus thing.

TL;DR: Team Skull went to Galar and met Leon, Shehroz Rose (courtesy of @nats-rp-world), Bede etc and befriended them, and they went as a group back to Alola to deal with the Rainbow Rocket takeover. Leon met RR Ghetsis.

‘Children these days have no matters, no respect. It’s like these modern parents can’t be bothered to raise their offspring properly.’

‘I don’t even have parents, so my opinions are all me,’ Bede retorted, and Ghetsis nodded understandingly.

‘Aahhh, of course. It shows.’

‘...You what?’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Billie said.

‘Another mistake, left to gestate before being dumped on somebody’s door or left at the hospital. Surrendered to the state, and dragged up like a wild dog, ultimately becoming little more than a burden on society,’ Ghetsis replied, smirking, as Bede appeared to be ready to get violent. He glanced from Billie to Bede with his next words. ‘Unwanted, unloved and quite frankly, unnecessary.’

‘You take that back!’ Leon angrily demanded.

‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ Shehroz spluttered, as Billie’s eyes went wide. He got in front of Bede, turning to look at him. ‘Come on, let’s get you away from this waste of space.’

‘Can’t I punch him first?’ Bede asked through gritted teeth.

‘Ah yes, violence will definitely make this situation better, won’t it?’ Ghetsis laughed. ‘No surprise, such a primitive response does tend to come from such primitive people -’

Bede stopped in his tracks when Leon advanced, pulling back his fist and driving it directly into Ghetsis’ nose.

‘Holy shit,’ the teen muttered.

‘Whoa,’ Cole blinked, and Billie’s hands flew to her mouth.

‘Leon!’ Shehroz exclaimed. ‘I know, he deserves it, but he isn’t worth your energy. Are you alright? Hurt?’

‘Y-Yeah,’ Leon replied, nodding, though held his hand. He was shaking slightly, expression stunned. 

‘And to think you’re allowed to be a champion,’ Ghetsis continued. ‘Your league ought to be ashamed, you’re nothing but a brute.’

And that’s the first and only time Leon ever threw hands.))

[elenaxever]

( Chloe Bennet, 25, cisfemale, she/her ) Have you seen ELENA EVER around ? I hear they’re a SINGER AT EDEN/HACKER who can sometimes be HEADSTRONG & RECKLESS. But I also heard they can be COURAGEOUS & COMPASSIONATE if you catch them on a good day. they’re usually hanging around FATES in their spare time. i sure hope they’re alright !

hello hello, claire (she/her, gmt+1) again i know you’re getting bored of me but here’s my third bby and the ‘normal’ one out of the three, though that’s relative too if we’re being honest... anyway if you want this stubborn little thing to plot with her, give this a ❤ and imma come @ you 

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STATS: ➤  NAME: Elena Ever ➤  AGE: 25 ➤  DOB: 6th of May ➤  BORN: New York City ➤  HEIGHT: 5′5′’ ➤  SIBLINGS: unknown ➤  MBTI: ENFJ ➤  ORIENTATION: bisexual ➤  OCCUPATION: singer at Eden, freelance hacker ➤  EDUCATION: high school education  ➤  TATTOOS: yes, a tattoo that was placed on her by the brothel, she hides it obsessively ➤  SCARS: yes, various ➤  AESTHETICS: leather jackets and combat boots, her phone and a cup of lukewarm coffee always in her hand, a flat full of computers, a raging motorcycle between her legs, leather fingerless gloves, nails painted black, skirts and dark stockings, a laptop in her bag, always going somewhere ➤  VICES: tobacco, alcohol, sex, drugs (before)  ➤  PETS: yes a shiba inu and a hedgehog (idk man) 

HISTORY: 

➤  She was born a bastard to a mother that didn’t want her and a father that never knew. Her mom was an dancer and a prostitute in New York, a young woman trying to get by to whom the pregnancy happened by accident. Elena grew up among the women who worked at that club, and though her mother was far from thrilled by her - she still cared for her, as did the other women. There were a few kids like her there, but she was hardly aware that a life they were leading was far from ideal.  ➤  During her teen years she started showing interested in computers, and had a mind for coding - able to see things and connections most others didn’t. It was a way to connect to other people of similar interests and she soon found a place where she finally fit in. She started running with that crowd, but it was far from ideal and Elena was desperate to keep her status now that she’d found a place where she was finally seen and respected.  ➤  Out of some rebellious teenage stupidity, Elena ran away when she was barely 16. Though her family situation wasn’t ideal, it was a far cry from what was expecting her out there in the real world. She just didn’t realise that yet.  ➤   As her notoriety grew in the community, people started showing interest. Chief among them being the man running and underground crime business that dealt exclusively with black-hat hacking. Hungry for a place to settle, and a stable community to call her own after 2 years on the run - Elena accepted the proposal. They’d give her a place to stay in the base, all the resources she needed and all she had to do was do as she was told.  ➤  Elena trusted the man, she trusted everyone there and she would soon learn that people are rarely trustworthy, and she’d learn it the hard way. She was young and he enticed her, he was her idol - a notorious hacker in the business, brilliant and fascinating. How could a young girl of 18 not fall for that?  ➤   Betrayal came like a bucket of cold water dumped on her - a field mission gone wrong, the enemy closing in without anyone to get her out. No one even tried. She thought he’d come till the last minute, but as they dragged her away into a dark van, there was no one to be seen, no one to catch her when she fell.  ➤   Turns out the man who took her was a mobster from New York, running an illegal prostitution ring, and so he dragged her back home - but it looked nothing like the way she thought she’d return.  ➤   They broke her spirits there - and don’t get me wrong, she put up hell of a fight. But there’s only so much a human can take, before they’re broken seemingly beyond repair. She became numb, distant - there were places in her mind where she’d go to hide, lines of code she’d go through over and over again until it was done.  ➤   But even then, at her lowest, darkest moments - a spark was enough to light a fire within her. There was a person there - she never learned who they were exactly - but they offered her a chance, a split second to make a decision and run for her life. She got out. So many more didn’t. It would haunt her for the rest of her life.  ➤   Once out, she found her mother again - she was beaten and bruised but still standing. A realisation came to her a few days later - was this all there was? This life? It couldn’t be. She’d been through so much - the world swallowed a girl and spit out a woman - it was about time she took things into her own hands. After all she was free again, and she would never let anyone own her again.  ➤    On a whim, like she does most things, she decided she’d find the person that had offered her a chance at escape, she decided she couldn’t let this rest, she decided she would have to learn to fight so she would never feel so helpless again. So she followed the leads - back to Chicago.  ➤    She knew the bare minimum about this person, only that they were involved with the criminal world of Chicago, the seedy underbelly of the city - but horrible odds never stopped her, so why would they now?  ➤    She settled in Chicago, finding work at Eden as a singer - it was a small win for her, to take this part of her and piece it together. It reminded her of what was done to her, but it also reminded her that she was her own woman now, and no one was controlling her. On the side she still works as a hacker, but a freelance one - not involved with any syndicate and making sure she’s covering her tracks so they wouldn’t find her again.

PERSONALITY:  +  courageous, compassionate, kind, determined, clever

-  stubborn, reckless, impulsive, addictive, idealistic

HEADCANONS: 

➤   She owns a tiny apartment, but it’s enough for her needs. She doesn’t want to get greedy and expose herself too much just to get some more money. What she earns she spends mostly on her hacking equipment - it’s basically her baby.  ➤   She spends a lot of time on her laptop at the Fates, downing coffee after coffee until her heart is in a wild tachycardia (it’s not healthy and she knows it). She likes being around people instead of just always locked at her apartment.  ➤    Singing is a thing she has loved since she was a kid, it lets her get lost in the melody and the words, it’s almost like she’s someone else. This is why she’s working at Eden - it lets her couple work with something she loves, and it also allows her to face the fears from the past. After all you cannot always be strong, but you can be brave.  ➤    She loves movies, especially the old kind - they’re idyllic, a much-needed escape from reality. So if she likes you don’t be surprised if she drags you to her place or the cinema to watch something.  ➤    She absolutely adores her motorcycle and takes it everywhere, claiming it’s simply a more practical way of transport than a car is. Truth is, she just likes the thrill of it - the way she’s dancing with death when she’s speeding down the street.  ➤   That’s another thing about her - she’s a reckless creature. She likes the danger, the thrill, and she’s always the first to jump into trouble if it means protecting someone. She’s big on being on the side of the underdog, and regardless of the situation, she just can’t let things slide even if it means getting her ass kicked in the process. It wouldn’t be the first time.  ➤    She struggles a lot with ptsd and survivor guilt, but has never had enough sense to get some help. It’s mostly because she feels like she���s alone in the world and there’s never anyone to stand up for her - so she can do it on her own, she has to.  ➤    She has like 20 leather jackets, a good 80% of her closet is just leather jackets. It’s unhealthy. And also combat boots and heeled combat boots, there’s just nothing in between except when she’s working and she has to dress appropriately.  ➤    Her cigarettes of choice are Lucky Strike, and she has an old beaten-up zippo that a friend once gave it to her (the same one whose criminal syndicate she’d been working for). She hates him, yet she still keeps the lighter, a creature of habit.  ➤    She’s an energetic person, always hell-bent on helping people (maybe because she feels no one ever held a hand out to her) so it’s not weird for her to approach people if she senses they’re not in a good place. She’ll talk to them, or offer them a cigarette or drag them out to have some drinks, but whatever it is she will be there.  ➤    There is a tattoo on her forearm that she obsessively covers and hides with sleeves and arm pieces, it’s back from her days of prostitution when they marked her as theirs. She hates it but lets it stay there as a reminder never to give up her own agency like that again. She also has some scars and burn marks from that time but they don’t bother her as much though she hides them too.  ➤    She can be seen taking self-defence classes and going to the shooting range to practice. It offers her peace of mind and some semblance of a hold on her sanity - a thought that she could defend her self (badly though probably) if something were to happen. ➤   She WILL try to befrend you count on it. Also I’ll come up with more random hcs I just wanted to give her an introduction :)  wanted connections: i’m currently making a wanted connections page for her but honestly everything and anything is welcome!!! like she could’ve been a runaway kid with your charrie or smth (i would LOVE those connections), maybe people who were also in the syndicate with her? or people who were abused like her and managed to get away? also she’s sneaking around looking for clues about gangs and although she’s just trying to reach out to say thank you and all that jazz, it looks suspicious (she never thought of it that way cause ya know... the girls a genius for hacking but can be clueless), also fwb she has a thing for that because she has trust issues etc. but also likes to have fun, and friends just in general she needs her squad  for more specific ones i’m gonna post like a wanted connection, like that guy from syndicate who left her behind, and also someone involved with gangs (doesn’t matter in which way) who helped her escape (i left that purposefully vague af)  SO basically ALL of it?? 

[creme-meme]

Some Many headcanons about Akihiro

- I feel like any growth he experiences will have to begin from him looking back on his childhood, but specifically examining his relationship with his adoptive parents. We get about 4 pages of that when he’s first introduced as a character and nothing more (pls correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think we ever see Akihira and Natsumi beyond Akihiro’s introduction). I mean he spent something like a decade (I’m assuming?) with them, surely there’s more to think about here.

- imo the most logical way to start is to delve into why only Natsumi seemed to hate him and yet not Akihira. Natsumi says something along the lines of ‘only when he is happy are we happy’, and she seems to be the only one receptive to this (i.e. Akihiro’s subconscious pheromone manipulation at the time).

- it makes a lot of sense for Natsumi to bear the brunt of insults of her cheating  on Akihira, thereby giving birth to a child that’s very obviously mixed race (like I’m sure that most people knew Akihiro was adopted but I can see rural town gossip going wild over this). Continuing on from this, it’s obvious Natsumi would view Akihiro differently than Akihira.

- I think what needs to be shown is that over the course of ~10 years Akihiro spends with his adoptive parents, the rift between Natsumi and Akihiro worsen, and she begins to take out her anger at the rumours of her cheating on him. He over hears her talking ill of him to the servants, directing the servants to call him Daken, to bully him etc. I think it should go so far as to show her wanting to kill or grievously harm Akihiro as well.

- sigh... so while this is an overdone ‘villainous step-mother trope’, I feel it is much in line with a lot of details of the minuscule back story we get for Akihiro. It makes no sense for Natsumi to be the only one to notice the change in her mood when Akihiro’s pheromones affect everyone, let alone how he had no control over them when he was that young. I think it’s a good idea to show Akihiro being constantly scared of his adoptive mother, and that every time in her presence he only wishes for her to leave him alone, subconsciously strengthening his pheromones when this happens. That’s why Natsumi notices the mood fluctuations and Akihira doesn’t.

- contrast to this, I think there should be happy memories with Akihira. Akihira fits into the ‘doting parent’ stereotype, and I can see him being aware of the other kids and servants bullying Akihiro and trying his best to protect his son. I also think there should be a scene with the two where Akihiro tells his father that he’s terrified of his mother, and starts crying. Akihira is torn, as he doesn’t really know who to believe - his wife, or his child.

- I want Akihiro and Logan to have dialogue where Logan once again tries to be his father, and I want Akihiro to tell Logan that he already had a father, and that was Akihira. It makes less and less sense for Akihiro to be as hung up over Logan as he is the longer the comics drag out this storyline. Imo a good way to explain this and wrap up this damn character arc is by showing how Akihiro wanted to project the adoptive father who he loved and lost onto his biological father. However, Akihira being kind, elegant, well-spoken, and well-mannered is a far cry from... Logan. Despite Akihiro secretly thinking Logan was a second chance (after Itsu’s death had been cleared up), Akihiro ends up despising Logan because he is nothing like the father he had while simultaneously feeling guilty for hating this ‘second chance’, hence conflict, and hence resulting in his moronic decisions.

- when Natsumi’s finally pregnant with Junichihiro, there should be a scene where Akihiro overhears her telling a servant to kidnap Akihiro in the night and kill him. This is the motive for Akihiro killing Junichihiro - because Akihiro isn’t like, say, Cletus Whatshisname; he’s not so psycho that he just stabs everyone. Imo he’s a character that has reasons for his actions (except when he gets a bad writer).

- I want to see Akihiro afraid and sobbing, lying in his room at night, and when he hears footsteps one night, he races out of his room, grabs a knife to defend himself, and ends up in Junichihiro’s room, and (as a non-premeditated crime) kills his baby brother, because he’s only ~11, tortured and abused, and believes this is his only way to guarantee his own safety

- I also want to expand on Akihira’s last words to be ‘I failed you, I failed my family’ denoting how he’s realising that, in not listening to his son, he did not do enough to protect everyone.

aaaand finally that’s why Akihiro calls himself Daken. Because he has zero self-respect and he doesn’t think himself worthy of the name his father gave him.

[colitisandme]

Yesterday was a bad day. With IBD, some days are bad days, some really bad days and yesterday was the equivalent of your shoes getting stolen whilst having a nap on a train having to leave the station to find it’s raining, stepping on poo, then have a driver throw a rancid burrito at you out of a car window whilst pigeons watch nearby. Now you are being chased by pigeons who think you resemble a wet, walking, snack. So you run bare foot and screaming through a group of people, Knocking them over like bowling pins. You run and run, still screaming, trying in vain to get back to your house, only to find you’ve dropped your keys somewhere between stepping in poo, losing your shoes and getting attacked by wild hungry birds. And so wet, bitten and smelly, you sit on your doorstep, looking like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards, until a nice neighbour invites you in to their house. Once inside, he makes you stand on kitchen roll in his hallway, and shoes the rest of the family away from you into the lounge, until the locksmith comes out and lets your shivery, embarrassed, bedraggled self into your own house, eyeing you up with a mixture of suspicion and horror as you squelch up the stairs. Yep yesterday was like that.

It started out okay. I hadn’t slept for the 3rd night in a row and so was starting to resemble something from ‘the night of the living dead.’ I fed our bunnies, who looked slightly alarmed when this swamp like creature appeared at their hutch door, and to show their disgust at my bedraggled, bloodshot eyed appearance, scuttled off into their bedroom area and did not re-appear until I filled up their food bowls. In the process of doing this and leaning down to give them some affection, I proceeded to fall over and nearly break my leg on one of their toys, which in turn, caused me to yell out loudly, scrabbling to keep myself upright. After I tried to gain my balance, they proceeded to thump at me in chorus for disturbing their peaceful breakfast time, ignore my cries of pain and rebuff my attempts to pacify them with pieces of dried fruit. I then hobbled back inside, groaning and cursing my need to make sure our bunnies were stimulated by making our shed into the equivalent of the ‘Toys R’Us bunny sanctuary’ proclaiming war and future destruction of all cardboard tunnels, fed our doggy guest then tried to start my day.

My body was being a D**k! A true arsehole. Firstly it spent the first hour convincing me I needed to go to the loo, (hadn’t been for 3 days) and so I spent that hour running backwards and forwards to my bathroom like I was on a travelator, sweating, swearing, grunting, in pain and nauseous before finally forcing myself to go. My poor bum was in tatters and my hands became red and sore because I had clenched my fists so hard, there were nail marks imbedded into my palm. The dog didn’t understand my pain, as I limped over to the freezer and put ice on my paws and just wanted strokes and belly rubs so I nursed my paws and stroked the dog, thankful she too didn’t love cardboard tunnels. As well as now dealing with leg injury and ice paws, I had been, for the past few days living with a bite on my arm, due to some demon insect deciding it would fuck up my week by taking a chunk out of my arm. This might not sound like much, but my immune system is shot and I am also really helpfully, allergic to the one bug that chewed on me, so it’s a big deal.

It picked on me when I was trying to be a good fur baby mum, and clean out my bunnies shed. He flew up out of the hay and sank his little insecty fangs into my poor unsuspecting flesh. Although bumpy and itchy, I put some cream on it, wrapped ice around my arm and hoped for the best. Well my arm ballooned. My whole left forearm resembled a cross between Popeye and the Michelin man. After rubbing my arm, then cursing myself for scratching myself into a stupor and declaring war on all things insecty and bitey, ( I never harm any animal including spiders, snails, bees wasps etc but I draw the line at fly’s and horseflys because they find me perfectly delicious) I instructed my husband to get me some hydrocortisone cream and I found some Anti itch cream nestled in my bag to slather all over it. But it was too late. I once watched a documentary which stated, that a bear will travel hundreds of miles to visit his favourite ‘scratching tree’ and I now understand the extroadinary travel time and distance he would go to, just to happily scratch himself for a few hours. I was so bloody itchy I was rubbing myself on anything to relieve that itch. Anything. And if anyone would have seen me, I would have looked demented with my tongue on one side, trying to rub my arm up and down the wooden beams in my house with a look on my face that resembled madness and sheer euphoria. Of course this was a mistake, and soon all the antihistamine coursed through my body and hundreds of hives had popped up, so I knew I just had to grit my teeth and wait it out. 3 days later, hair on end, sleepless, eyes wide, hungry and my bum in tatters I had lost a lot of my reserves.

You would think that my body, at this point, would take pity on me. Give me a cuddle, send me up to bed with a warm drink of peppermint and liquorice tea (god I miss hot chocolate) and shush me to sleep with the southing sounds of whale music, but no. It was mean and refused to comfort me or lull me to sleep using soft tones or the sounds of the sea. It really wanted to scream obscenities at me and serenade me with symphonies that sounded like the music was being played by an irate toddler who would use a combination of drums, violin and cymbals to piss me and my ears off. And so right at the moment I sat itchy, cold pawed, bruised and tattered, sore, hair on end, achey, with my eyes on stalks... I got my period. (Sorry to all the guys reading this)

The pain smacked into me like a freight train. An absolute punch to the gut and then reversed and slammed into my back to make doubly sure it really hurt me in my tender spots. Already in quite a lot of pain, It absolutely took my breath away. IBD makes me feel like my whole body is full of stones. I personally feel like I am never empty, and stones take up a lot of bloody room in an already swollen, angry, raw space that doesn’t appreciate more visitors. Yesterday the IBD was rampant. Now this. “NO COCKING WAY, “THERES NO MORE ROOM” I yelled out. “I AM FULL” My body didn’t listen and ignored my screams and my protestations, and continued to fill the already cramped, raw, ragged and heavy space with what felt like shards of glass. So with itchy skin, clusters of hives all down my arm, sore hands, sore bum, sore stomach, bags under my eyes and now dealing with agonising pain searing throughout the lower half of my body, I lost it. I cried. I didn’t want to cry, because the sobs made my body hurt. But right at that moment I lost it. I hated my body. I didn’t understand why it was hurting me so much. I staggered to the kitchen, made myself a water bottle, got some water, and lay down. I knew I couldn’t get through this with meditation, I knew I couldn’t solve this with mindfulness and I couldn’t take painkillers. I just had to ride it out. It got to afternoon and I was in so much agony I couldn’t have a wash, cook or get myself upstairs and so I ate a banana to keep me going until the pain subsided.

It didn’t subside. It didn’t let up at all. Not for one millisecond. Every time I moved it felt like my whole body was being squeezed by a boa-constrictor, every time I breathed, I would cramp. Every time I took a small bite of banana or a sip of water, my whole body reacted with venomous anger. There was nothing I could do. Nothing except to wait, and stroke the Dog’s ears who laid next to me and looked at me with concerned and loving eyes.

My wonderful, caring husband came home and saw my sad blotchy face. He listened to me as I cursed IBD, my body, being a woman, nasty insects and the perils of bunny toys, wiped my tears, gave me a huge cuddle and helped me to have a shower. It hurt. Getting out of the shower hurt. Getting dried made me yell out in pain, putting fresh PJs on caused me pain. He then tucked me up, got me 3 water bottles, and put on Masterchef Australia whilst he sorted out dinner, bunnies and general household ness. (My Husband is awesome.)

The pain went on and on, like Dante’s seventh circle of hell. It was during this time I (mistakenly) put a post up on FB about what a shit day I was having. So because I have been out of work, I have spoke to a couple of at home type businesses for possible income ideas, and I couldn’t believe it but during my extreme pain episode, one messaged me privately, and started up a conversation trying to sell me their product. Now, I am hugely respectful of anyone trying to make a living online, from home or in any capacity, and had already had a few conversations with this particular lady explaining that I couldn’t afford her ‘start up package’ nor her products, and so when she messaged me again I was surprised.

Through the haze of my groin splitting pain, I again explained I couldn’t afford her high costs, and I thought that would stop the conversation but no, she pushed it. She was trying to use the fact I was in pain, discomfort and misery at that moment to get a ruddy sale. I was appalled. What the hell did she expect me to do or say? “Sure, I would love to gab away with you like gal pals while I cross my eyes, grind my teeth and chew my fist in pain due to an angry gremlin gnawing away on my intestines and womb! I would definitely love to hear about all the exact uses of wuffle dust, and how it will cure all my aches and pains as I try not to swear, vomit or hurl myself into the bathroom. No sodding problem. Let me just get my cocking credit card”... I couldn’t believe she used that moment to try and make me a customer. I got really angry. I couldn’t believe she would do that, in that way, at that time. I honestly truly was stunned that someone would try and take advantage of me like that and so, once I could focus through the pain, I told her so. I explained politely that what she did was wrong, how shitty it made me feel, and although I had huge respect for her and her product, I no longer wanted to have any contact with her. I then proceeded to erase her from my social media. I do not want to associate with anyone who would use someone’s vulnerability to get a sale. It’s disgusting.

It was way past midnight when most of the world was quiet and I had uttered every swear word I could think of, that my body finally relented to sleep. And as I staggered, exhausted upstairs, feeling used by my body, manipulated by people and generally hacked off at the world, I reached out to a few others who were also having a shit day. As we all experienced our own pain, we lifted each other up, laughed, chatted through tears and cursed our irrate and unco-operative bodies. Just before finally drifting off to sleep we all wholeheartedly agreed that sometimes, on days like this, there really aren’t enough swear words in the world to make the minute, the hour, the moment or day better, but yelling out or whispering through gritted teeth, the most creative and bizarre ones we could think of to ourselves, definitely helps.

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, JENN! You’ve been accepted for the role of CRESSIDA Admin Rosey:  I had never expected Cressida to give me a reckoning. I expected her to be soft, malleable, somewhat broken by what her father has done to her. But you have given me all of that, Jenn, but ten thousand times more. You’ve given me her brokenness and made it iron, her kindness and made it gold. This was not at all what I was expecting when I thought of Cressida, but it’s much, much better than that. I am on the edge of my seat when it comes to the wild card that is this Madam Duval. I know I won’t be disappointed. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Jenn Age | 21+ Preferred Pronouns | She/her Activity Level | With work, I’ll probably get around to writing a couple replies at lunch and in the evenings when I’m home. So, that’s a few hours each day which is like a solid 6/10 for me :) Timezone | GMT+8 Current/Past RP Accounts | Both are inactive @lcarian & @littleflvme

In Character

Character | Cressida // Celeste Duval

You look in the mirror. Your bloodied mouth twists into a frown, and your eyes shine with disdain. What a damn waste of space. Yet again, you disappoint. “What wrong have I done? How much better would I be if I had been born a son?” It is unjust, unwarranted that your sex is deemed inferior all because you can make babies and not be the one who held a cock. “They are fucking wrong.”

You seethe at the sight of your name written in tasteless, serif font on the header of your journal. You strike it out, wanting to be rid of your family’s dictation and those dull letters, C. DUVAL. Instead, in the center of the page you put down these words in pink marker—permanence above all else. Your script is bold—vertical strokes, both straight and rounded, penned thickly in the cursive hand of not a child but a budding woman who, underneath it all, radiates conviction.

I AM CELESTE DUVAL AND I WILL RULE THE DAMN WORLD.

What drew you to this character? | We’d love to hear what about this character’s bio caught your attention! Make this as long or as short as you desire!

Celeste is a law unto herself. What she is made out of is nothing short of sheer will power—a storm with skin, a sun capable of razing whole kingdoms. She breathes the lethal combination of initiative and annihilation and perhaps that’s what her parents were too stupid to realise before branding her useless. She is, in fact, malleable and they lacked the faculty and interest in moulding her due to superficial beliefs. But blessed by the Fates, she had the propensity to be great and she knew that. She knew it in her very bones. I can’t help but find that she is an independent character with a complex engineering capable of masochistic deeds which she alone has accomplished. Because like Cressida, Celeste is painfully aware that in this very masculine world her sexuality is her advantage and power and acts on the fact.

But for all her cunning and edge, her fetters come in the form of family and a nauseating amount of obligation. In that sense, I feel that she’s very relatable—that gnawing feeling that compels you to make your parents proud. She doesn’t care for anyone’s feelings or reputation but her family’s, and even then it’s not out of love but necessity despite how contradicting it might come across. Take into account that she’s been born and bred in an environment that constantly exhorts her to seek the validation of her parents. Celeste is a commodity, a subject of the machinations of her father and she knows it well but she’ll be damned before she repeats the tragedies of Cressida (or her own father, for the matter). She won’t be dragged into the gutter the same way.

In short, I choose Celeste because she is a growing mastermind. I choose her because she is a woman capable of pushing past her boundaries, her liabilities—of brandishing her arsenal of wiles and manipulation at the most opportune moments,—of brilliant intellect and drive. I choose her because her family underestimates her, that she’s merely a chess piece to be moved then tossed aside, yet she protects them and I find that very admirable. I choose Celeste Duval because she bore the bitter cost of being sold into a loveless bargain—because she has long lost her rose-coloured glasses and has in its place adopted a more cynical view of the world, a world in which she is determined to be a wolf among dogs.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | Where do you see this character developing, and what kind of actions would you have them take to get there? 3 future plot ideas would be preferable.

FAREWELL, BASTARD // The biggest thorn in her side now is a slippery one. Easton. Craven. Deplorable Capulet scum. It’s a dynamic I am much too excited to explore. The angst will be one to speak of for centuries. Celeste wants to make him eat his words. He never much concerned her before but he made things personal, so she’s out for blood. A Duval isn’t offended without meeting out consequences. While I am pretty much open to anything regarding this unfortunate duo, I would love to write about the challenges Celeste will face in overcoming this villian in her story. Whether she fails or succeeds…I imagine it’s just a matter of moving the right pieces at the right time. “My turn.”

FOR TO BE WISE AND LOVE EXCEEDS MAN’S MIGHT // “Do you take Tomas Sabello to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The gods must have spared Celeste no mercy shackling her to Tomas. She is nothing if not fiery but with Tomas she feels…well, that’s the problem. She doesn’t feel anything for him that she wouldn’t feel for a mosquito. “I do.” At this point, she isn’t sure if he’s in love with her (perhaps, more the idea of her) or in love with love itself. If Tomas is smart, he’ll figure out that Celeste won’t be falling for him anytime soon. But when life gives you lemons…you make the best out of Tomas Sabello. To me, this connection is rather intriguing because I can see Celeste exploiting Tomas the way she has been exploited, to steer him to gain whatever it is she wants given his connections to the mob and his industry. But I can also see him threatening her happiness more than he already does. He unknowingly wields a double-edged sword—destroy her happiness and save her reputation, or destroy her name and let her grapple at whatever contentment she can seize. Cressida’s only odds stacked in her favour is that Troilus is ill informed on the subtleties of war.

THOU LAY'ST EVERY GASH THAT LOVE HATH GIVEN ME // And take those gashes she will, willingly. I want to say their love is the type that moves mountains, that swallows whole oceans, that transcends all time and space. “Alas, I cannot. Not yet, mia bella.” Isabella Gagliano—she’s smart, she’s beautiful, resourceful and most importantly, she’s honest. She brings out the best in Celeste (when they’re alone). Being together in Verona is a challenge Celeste did not see coming. On one side, a Capulet maw is waiting to devour her. On the other, Cupid’s bow struck true. And around her, the world watches. To be in love with Isabella is to be caught between a rock and a hard place. It’s only a matter of time before Isabella becomes tired of hiding. The truth will out and when the time comes, then there lies their final test—will love triumph over all? Or will power and respectability?

DO TO THIS BODY WHAT EXTREMITY YOU CAN // Wolves are known to trick guard dogs by sending out a female wolf. In the same manner, Celeste’s sexuality can be put to good use when brokering deals or negotiating an accord. I can see this being more than the stereotypical plot where a woman uses her allure to get what she wants. This touches on sexual extortion/exploitation in a very real way. There is so much space for flexibility with this plot and subplots where I can see her forging alliances, making enemies, making more promises she doesn’t intend to keep, etc. But overall, I see this as a very developmental plot for her character in that she will have no choice but to finally see herself for who she is and decide if she likes what she sees.

ONE TOUCH OF NATURE MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD KIN // I’m pretty sure she isn’t the only one in the mob to have been coerced (or “gently pushed”) into the position she’s in right now. This plot is not just about making friends—it’s about making friends in the right places be it Montague or Capulet. Celeste is ironically very much like her father. She’s ambitious. “And ambition can take you to very dangerous places. Better you cease your nonsense than fail.” Thanks, dad. But obviously, it takes more than words to deter her. Celeste is set on climbing out of her father’s shadow and making a name for herself but she can’t do it alone. I’m talking bribes, underhand dealings, secret arrangements It’ll be a nice bonus if they take out a few people on their hit list on their way up. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?

MEN PRIZE THE THING UNGAINED MORE THAN IT IS // Is the grass greener on the other side? Cressida’s whole story revolves around her being traded to the enemy. If shit does go down, this will be an extremely, 100% intense story driven plot device that can be used to spin a new tale for Celeste where she, like Cressida, is forced to or willingly betrays the Montagues to save herself. However, like all the plots I’ve listed so far, I’d love for this to be an organic progression for Celeste’s character especially in the choice she makes if she chooses to stay loyal to or double-cross the Montagues. Her sense of loyalty and obligation is an integral part of her identity and while I can see her evolving as a person, I wouldn’t want to force or distort it.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I am, yes! Though Celeste promises she won’t go down alone, if at all.

In Depth

In-Character Interview: The following questions must be answered in-character, and in para form (quotations, actions written out if applicable, etc). There is no minimum or maximum limit for your response - simply answer as you would if you were playing the character.

(tw: death mention)

There are two ways to end this interview—one where she spares a man, and another where she damns him. Won’t you stay to find out which you want more?

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What is your favorite place in Verona?

Anywhere but home, if that’s what you can even call it, Celeste wants to say. The words were already poised on the tip of her tongue but the hearsay that will plague her hence promises too much displeasure especially if word were to come back of her less than picture perfect life. Nevertheless, she lets her lips part as if secrets were to be spilled that instance but the words were different from her thoughts.

“Oh, you know what? I’m thrilled that you asked,” she says, an answer already taking form, waiting to be divulged. “My bath,” the tilting of her lips and closing of eyes as she inhales paint a picture of scented candles and a soaked body. “It’s very relaxing in the water. We’ve just had our house renovated. Tomas has such an excellent eye for design, you know. It’s never looked better.” The lies drip like sugar—sticky like a spider’s web and she at the center of it, a black widow waiting to strike. “You should come have a look one day.”

What does your typical day look like?

Now that was a question worthy of the likes of Lawrence Vernon—borderline prying, equal parts intrusive and dubious. But the limelight demands blood and that was the only currency that really matters. So, she bares her teeth with a grin, sweet as the devil and even slicker still. She, a darling of Verona, has more to say with a smile than with talking when she employs her perfect blend of truth and deception.

“Well, as you know I’m rarely on vacation here. Work takes up most of my time. Actually, we just did the photo shoot in the heart of the city—it’s for my next fall collection. So, it’s mostly just replying emails and finalizing edits with the photographer before the big showcase. A business cannot run itself, no?” she laughs, pausing to ascertain his satisfaction with her answer. He laughs with her. “But I find that taking a walk around the city after lunch helps with inspiration.” And allows time for a detour certainly. Emissary work always came first even in the middle of a work day. “We’re planning on launching in August. I can’t tell you much more than that I’m afraid. Or else my publicist will have my head!”

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

Allowing mediocrity to run through my veins. The fear of failing is so ingrained in her that it only takes two seconds before she registers her heart beating harder ever so slightly. It was a disgusting flaw, one she finds nearly impossible from which to separate. But she does. She stops, her mouth pouts in ponderance as if she isn’t waiting to end the interview already. “I love my fashion line. I love it, I do. My only regret is that I hadn’t started it sooner.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

Her whole life has been a task but one that takes the cake has to be pretending she wasn’t in love with Isabella, especially now when she was so close. The woman is life itself and without her, Celeste finds it hard to breathe. No, impossible. But pretences must be upheld lest the Fates be too tempted to lay waste to her even further. “Two things. One, building this business from scratch. Two, outgrowing my father’s shadow,” she laughs again though this time it doesn’t reach her eyes. As intended, the man fails to notice having been distracted by the way she folds her bare legs one over the other, the slit of her skirt riding up a small degree. “You know how it is. A woman with her own business is rather a challenge in itself, isn’t it? Thankfully, I’ve got all the support I need.”

The night went on as most interviews would go—a meeting at a nice restaurant, dinner, a drink, maybe two and that was it. But when they were the last two to leave, Celeste couldn’t help but feel something amiss. “What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?” she asks the man instead. Sharp eyes turned up at the question—a final question. It was what she had been waiting for. The perfect opportunity. “Ah,” she finally realises what was wrong, “We’ve run out of wine.”

She reaches up for the bottle and begins to pour. “Are we friends, Signor Henri? You know friends don’t lie. Let’s pretend we are. So, I’ll be honest for the first time tonight.” The glass is almost full by then and the bottle all but vertical like the hand of a clock at midnight—his time was nearly up. She answers her for him. “The Capulets are the dirt beneath the gold, a most unwelcome stain on this city. And you, dear friend, have been propagating their agenda despite our…propositions that you don’t.” The war will forever be a pissing contest, she cannot deny, but what does it matter if she plays for the winning side? “You should have done your work better. Damiano isn’t happy with what you’ve been publishing about us.” She says the words with pride. Us. The Montagues.

The glass brims with wine—scarlet overflows, crimson spreads and stains the white cloth beneath. His time was up and black clad men entered the room, the harbingers of his end drew near. All she had to do now is tell them whether to spare him or doom him. Celeste holds the bottle in her hand like the life she now holds between her fingers, tenderly, eagerly. Was this not what she wanted? Power. She sets the bottle down, signalling the men.

“Lucky for you, you won’t need to do any more damage control. We’ll say your last piece for you.”

The devil take thee, indeed.

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PLAYLIST // a measure of ascendance

MOCKBLOG // ttitaness

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Mighty Ducks: The Madness of Dragaunus Version #1

The Saurian Overlord, Dragaunas, had conquered Earth for some years and left the planet barren wasteland after making an ancient evil prophecy come to realization. Many perish who refuse to worship him while there are those who plot and lie in wait for the moment to launch a full-scale retaliation. Meanwhile, Dragaunus has grown rather tiresome of his role as it all seems too easy and that no one worships him out loyalty but fear. And if that wasn’t trifling enough, he felt something was missing; something that he felt has left him incomplete to make his reign feel more fulfilling…What could it be?

Dragaunus x Fatimah

Warning: CREEPINESS may ensue!!!

Words: 1770

Fatimah Rhenzon and any other non-Mighty characters belong to me.

Enjoy!

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Dragaunus: (lies back on his throne) Wraith, why am I not loved?

Wraith: (clears throat) If I may, my Lord. Things around here have gone to pot

Dragaunus: (blows by the response, comes down from his throne) Oh, pish. What matters is how I feel

Chameleon: (continues on the subject) The planet Earth has become the armpit of the entire universe

Dragaunus: (carries on with himself) I’m warm, witty and…. (looks at his reflection, smiling) good-looking

Wraith: (adds on) We practically prance around like we own the place

Dragaunus: (continoues to carry on) I tell a joke like nobody’s business

Chameleon: (yells) There isn’t enough water to fill a knat’s navel!!

Dragaunus: (thinks) Is something missing? What is it?

Siege: (shouts) YOUR GRASP ON REALITY!!!

Chameleon: (shouts) Do something before this planet goes completely down the dumper! Now if the Mighty Ducks were here…

Dragaunus: (snaps, grabbing Chameleon’s face and slamming it to the ground) OH, SHUT UP!!!

Chameleon: (nervously) Consider it shut

Dragaunus: (annoyed) The Mighty Ducks! The Mighty Ducks! I’m sick to death of them. Especially their insufferable leader, Wildwing. What did he have that I don’thave?

Chameleon: (assuredly) Nothing! You lack nothing at all

Wraith: (points out) Except a few minor things… adoring subjects

Siege: Respect of your species

Wraith: A loving family

Chameleon: (gets a tad cocky) A devoted queen, shall we go on?

Dragaunus: (grabs Chameleon’s mouth, stopping him short of his last response while immediately jumping at the idea) A queen! Yes, I need a queen!

Chameleon: (hesitantly shocked) A whawhawhawha-A qwhat!?

Wraith & Siege: (also stand shocks at their lord’s response) O_O

Dragaunus: (utterly delights at the very thought of having his own queen while flailing Chameleon all over the place) She would rule by my side. We’ll have hatchlings! Little cross-breed Dragaunus’ running all over the place. My heirs. My descendants. My lineage! I WILL BE IMMORTAL!!!

Fatimah: (appears in the throne room, sternly seeking his immediate audience) Dragaunus?

Wraith, Siege, & Chameleon shuttered at the thought of their Lord settling down and even worse so…mating with a human. But that mattered little to Dragaunus (seeing as how there were no female Saurians to speak of) as he did take note before his reign over Earth the very few suitable candidates were he to ever take a wife. But who would be the “lucky lady” that would rule by his side? It wasn’t until Fatimah walked in that the flames of interest suddenly sparked within him as he gazed upon this immaculate beauty. He met her some years ago when his “required assistance” had him enlisted with her younger sister, Ratna’s, group in stopping the dark prophecy from coming to pass. But when more “outside help” was needed, Ratna sought out Fatimah’s expertise on ancient history, facts, legends, science, deciphering, research, etc.  When Dragaunus first gazed upon Fatimah out of all human females he encountered, he became stunned with her natural beauty as well as her intellect, athleticism, spirit, and rather authoritative/fierce demeanor. He never thought in all his life he would take such a trivial interest even more so a human. But there Fatimah was, standing before him in her standard look: a loose, white midriff-tank top with a cross-strap around her neck; skin-tight, black sports pants from her torso connecting to her bare feet; leather armguards, a simple 3-beaded necklace; ankle bracelets; and her wild, long and dark hair in its usual ponytail. Her slim muscular figure and fierce amber gaze that could turn heads or send people running with a simple glare was something that he found very striking. And the fact that Fatimah showed no fear towards Dragaunus or any of his minions or even in the face of danger, only enticed him further. Dragaunus was now under the strong belief that she would make the perfect queen for him.

Dragaunus: (turns his attention to the voice that entered the room, delighted before dropping Chameleon to the ground) Aaaaahh, Fatimah. Your timing couldn’t be more perfect. (smoothly) Dooo come in. (nonchalantly to his minions) That will be all.

Chameleon: (insistent) Don’t you think we should stay?

Dragaunus: (growls) That will be all!

Wraith: (whispers in Fatimah’s ear as they scuffled out, warningly) Give a shout if you need anything

Fatimah: (looks back, concerned at what he meant by that)

Dragaunus: (casually walks towards her, grinning) Oh, come a little closer. I won’t bite

Fatimah: (sternly) Dragaunus, it’s chaos out there and someone needs to do something!

Dragaunus: (swipes his robe aside casually, feigning sensitivity) The world is full of problems, even for an overlord. (attempts to serenade her) ♫It’s tough at the top, I deserve a… companion. A mate, who will start♫

Fatimah: (eyes him cautiously as he circled her like a vulture)

Dragaunus: (eyes every inch of her sexy body while continuously circling her) ♫My cylinder’s firing with fervor and you, my sweet thing, fit the part♫

Fatimah: (grows increasingly uncomfortable) Excuse me?

Dragaunus: (runs his claws through the soft strands of her ponytail while holding it to his cheek, faking misery) An overlord alone is a sad situation indeed, but an overlord without heirs… (places his hand around her shoulder, smirking) Now that’s a tragedy

Fatimah: (pulls back, jarred by what he was proposing) You can’t be serious!

Dragaunus: (suavely brings his face closer to hers, deeper tone) I’ve never been more serious

Fatimah: (shifts around him as she prepares to walk out the main entrance, brushing him off)

Dragaunus: (offended but becomes more persistent as he grabs her arm and spins her back around to face him with his other hand around her waist, pulling her up to him) ♫Be prepared for a stunning proposal that power and beauty should bond♫

Fatimah: (pushes off him and makes a run for the exit, becoming unnerved of the current situation)

Dragaunus: (grabs her by the leg with his tail, dragging her along the floor back to him as he kneeled, towering over her) ♫Which cannot but fail to ensure cries of hail to♫

Fatimah: (frees herself from his grasp once more as she got up but suddenly finds herself backed into a wall)

Dragaunus: (skulks towards her before trapping her with his hands on either side of the wall, looming over her) ♫The chief and his consort, the sine qua non sort♫

Fatimah: (becomes terrified of her predicament as he drew in closer and felt his hot breath down her neck, realizing what he was planning)

Dragaunus: (draws in closer preparing to take her forcibly, growls ferally) ♫Of ruling ascendance, our line of descendants will flow throughout the universe and beyond♫

Fatimah: (suddenly remembers the dagger strapped to her waist as she immediately grabbed it, fiercely slashing Dragaunus’ face to get him to back off)

Dragaunus: (growls in pain backing away from her, but suddenly puts it aside as a turn-on) RAAAH!!! Oohohoho…Fatimah, Fatimah, Fatimah. You know, you really have no choice. (insistently assured) One way or another, I always get what I want

Fatimah: (takes the opportunity to bolt out of the throne room)

Fatimah ran outside the castle to her sister, Ratna, and her friends who became concerned about what happened when left. Unfortunately, before she had a chance to say anything, Dragaunus had teleported himself to stake his claim much to everyone’s immediate shock and dismay.

Dragaunus: (makes his announcement loud and clear) Let this pathetic excuse of a species be my witness!! I choose Fatimah Rhenzon as my queen!!!

Fatimah: (firmly) And I reject you!!!

Dragaunus: (comes near her group, warningly) Either be my queen or be forever banished from this planet

Fatimah: (angrily) You can’t banish me!!

Dragaunus: (orders his slaves callously) Take her away

Ratna: (defensively) Be reasonable, Dragaunus

Dragaunus: (annoyed) Didn’t you hear me, Ratna?

Ratna: (fervently) No

Dragaunus: (repeats himself, ferociously) Take her away. I am your ruler! Your master! Your overlord! YOU MUST DO AS I SAY!!!

Everyone gathered with the group (and surprisingly Wraith, Siege, & Chameleon as they felt their boss had completely lost his mind since the start of his reign) to protect Fatimah from Dragaunus’ imminent wrath. They would rather stand by her for her unwavering bravery than further succumb to the Saurian overlord’s iron fist. But by doing so, they had sealed their fates in the worse way possible. This Dragaunus was not going to let slide so easily.

Dragaunus: (overwhelmed by their lack of fear-induced loyalty and sudden betrayal) Aaaah, so that’s the game eh? Mutiny? (growls) Insurrection? Fine, have it your own way. I don’t require your respect. Only your obedience.

Group: (stands fervently preparing for his worst)

Dragaunus: (teleports to his castle balcony above them all, smirking arrogantly) ♫It's time you were all introduced to your ruler's executive staff. Perhaps not the kind you've been used to, but certainly game for a laugh♫

Group: (suddenly notices multiple droid shadows approaching them)

Saurian Droids: (maliciously skulked down to them) ♫We'd like to assure you, no fooling. Red meat is no longer our scene♫

Group: (prepare to defend themselves but become overwhelmed as more appear)

Saurian Droids: ♫And if now and then we're seen drooling, it's only an ancestor's gene♫

Dragaunus: (strongly exclaims over them) ♫So prepare for a glorious future! Be prepared for the pride's golden age!♫

Droid #1: ♫It's like any other, who murdered duck broth-♫

Droid #2: (muffle the stupid droid’s mouth as he nearly outed their master) ♫If we don't spread rumors, he'll feed us and room us!♫

Saurian Droids: ♫With friends in high places, we hold all the aces!♫

Dragaunus: ♫So don't try and rattle my cage♫

Saurian Droids: (surrounds the group separating them from Fatimah before surrounding her) ♫Oh, imagine if anyone dared♫

Fatimah: (tries to find a way out)

Saurian Droids & Dragaunus: ♫BE PREPARED♫

Fatimah: (manages to break through and makes a run for the deserted wasteland)

Saurian Droids: ♫Oh, imagine if anyone dared♫

Dragaunus: (glares down malevolently at Fatimah as she ran, believing she won’t make it for too long out in the desert as his eyes watched her from the sky) ♫Be prepared♫

Fatimah goes far enough to a deep crevice where a passenger ship was hidden for emergency purposes. This was as big an emergency as any. She hopped in and took off into the farthest region of the universe, hoping she could find some help to save Earth. As she activated the built-in dimensional gateway generator to open the portal, she looked back solemnly as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Fatimah: (shakily swore a personal oath, but remained strong) Don’t worry, everyone. I’ll find help and I will come back to save all of you. I promise

[brigdh]

A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzie Lee. A YA novel starring Monty, eldest son of an Earl in mid-1700s England, his childhood neighbor/best friend Percy, and his sister Felicity. The three of them are just about to begin a Grand Tour of Europe, their last summer of freedom and fun before Monty has to buckle down and behave like a noble heir, Percy starts law school, and Felicity is shipped off to a finishing school. Unfortunately none of them are particularly looking forward to their futures. Monty is very cheerfully bisexual, and has engaged in romps, gambling, drinking, and drugs to the point of being kicked out of Eton. Percy is mixed-race (the son of a plantation owner, though raised by his aunt and uncle, minor gentry) and though he's tolerated, his existence isn't always well-regarded in their circles. Felicity is pissed off about being doomed to learn embroidery and manners instead of going to medical school to become a doctor. Oh, and Monty is desperately in love with Percy, but is afraid to tell him and lose his friendship. This is just the beginning – as the book gets going, there are also revelations about epilepsy, child abuse, insane asylums, and more. It's not all serious, though. In fact, most of the book is light-hearted fun: there are encounters with highwaymen, battles with pirates, parties at Versailles, Carnevale in Venice, villas on Greek islands, operas, fortune tellers, hostage exchanges, escaping thieves, and basically every adventure one could imagine in 18th century Europe. There's even a plot about alchemists and an elixir of immortality which, to tell the truth, felt a bit out of place in the otherwise historically-based book. And, of course, there is lots and lots of pining as Monty and Percy engage in the most excellent sort of romantic-comedy suspense, yearning and avoiding telling the truth about their feelings. A++, that bit. My main complaint with the book is that Lee tries very earnestly to handle appropriately the issues of social justice she includes (racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia), but every one of the ensuing conversations feels very 2017-approved, with every term the correct vocabulary, every checkbox checked, every privilege painstakingly unpacked. Not that such views couldn't – didn't! – exist in the past, but the way Lee portrays them doesn't seem to relate to the characters or setting at all. They don't arise out of the environment of the book, but are dropped in wholesale from an outside perspective that wants to be sure we know the right way to think. And then there's the moment where one character tells another about how the Japanese mend broken pottery with gold seams, see, so that the broken places end up more beautiful than the whole, and it's meant to be a profound moment but it's just so embarrassingly like this person in the 1700s is reading off a tumblr post. But nonetheless it's a funny, sweet book, if not quite as good as I expected when I heard "Gay Roadtrip through 18th Century Europe". What it reminds me most of all is reading an AU from a fandom you don't know. Maybe the characterization and setting isn't always that great but you don't care because it's not your fandom. It has the tropes you love and you can't wait to see the couple get together at the end, so you stay up late reading it on your phone. A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue is that experience in original fiction. Seven Surrenders by Ada Palmer. The sequel to Too Like the Lightning which I absolutely LOVED. However I really should not have waited seven months to read this one, because I'd forgotten some of the characters and plots and this is a series jam-packed with multitudes of characters and plots, and you better have every miniscule bit of such details ready at your fingertips to have a chance of following the action. To briefly summarize the plot (a task that's probably impossible, but I'll try to hit the main points) in the 25th century the world has more or less become a Utopia. Nations have been abolished, religion banished to the private sphere, and gendered distinctions made it illegal; to all outward appearances, it is a world with no reason to go to war. Unfortunately it turns out that all of this has been made possible through carefully targeted assassinations, picking off key individuals to guide the world away from war, riots, major economic downturns, etc. Not many – about nine a year, on average, for the last two hundred years. This information sets off a flurry of activity as the characters take sides, variously trying to figure out the conspiracy behind it, hide the perpetrators, uncover proof, keep the public from finding out, and broadcast the secret to as many people as possible. When several world leaders turn out to be involved, chaos breaks out worldwide. It's not just drama, though; behind the action scenes is the frequently repeated question of if it was such a bad plan after all. Is it worth losing a few lives to prevent the millions of deaths that would happen in war? Seven Surrenders is all about the philosophical dilemma. In addition to the one above, we get multiple debates over the riddle, 'would you destroy this world to save a better one?', and 'If God has revealed proof of His existence, why did He chose you above every human who's ever prayed to believe? And, more importantly, why now?' There is speculation about the power of gender, of sexual attraction, of the effect of raising children as experiments, of the role of Providence in life, of what it would mean for two Gods to meet, of how one conducts a war when there are no living veterans to teach the next generation. But there's plenty of action too – the book includes revelations of secret parentage, long-lost loves, a revenge story worthy of the Count of Monte Cristo, bombs, murders, resurrections, suicide attempts, cute kids, so many disguises, sword fights, gun battles, horse chases, and more. Ultimately I didn't like it as much as Too Like the Lightning. It just didn't feel as deep or as grand, possibly because so much stuff was happening that none of it got enough exploration. One of the most best character arcs (Bridger's) happened mostly offstage, and many of the other characters were too busy reacting to the constantly changing political winds to have a real arc. I still recommend it, because it's just so different from everything else and I have to support an author who mashes up transportation science with Diderot's philosophy. But if you read it, definitely don't wait months between books. The Cater Street Hangman by Anne Perry. A murder mystery, the first in a series set in Victorian London. Charlotte is the middle daughter of a middle-class family, believed by all to be firmly unmarriageable but happy enough with her staid life. The book opens with the murder of a young well-off woman, then Charlotte's maid is also murdered, as are several others. There is no apparent connection between the victims except that they're all young woman, all live nearby, and all were strangled. Inspector Thomas Pitt is assigned the case, and he begins to spend a great deal of time talking to Charlotte – first just to interview her regarding the murders, but then for her own sake. But will Charlotte's family allow her to marry a... policeman??? There are several interesting things about the book. Set very specifically in 1881 (which is to say, before Jack the Ripper) the very idea of a serial killer – as opposed to a thief who murders for money – is new and shocking to most of the characters. So is the concept that such a criminal could appear "normal", that rather than being a dirty, lower-class raving lunatic, it could be a respected neighbor or even a member of their own family. These are such self-evident ideas to modern people (and most characters in mystery books) that seeing Charlotte and the others wrestle with them, discuss their ramifications, and feel guilty for suspecting their husbands and fathers was pretty fascinating. I also liked that the family was so solidly middle-class. Historical fiction has a habit of gravitating toward extremes: everyone is either upper aristocracy or enduring the most grueling poverty. A family of boring bank clerks actually made for a refreshing change. Unfortunately those are the only good things I have to say about the book. The middle 2/3rds of the story drags along interminably, as nothing happens except for characters having the same few discussions over and over again. Charlotte suspects her father! First she must have a conversation about it with her mother. Then her younger sister. Then her older sister. Then her mother and the older sister talk. Then the older sister talks about it to her husband. Then... Well, you get the idea. And it's not as though each new character was bringing a fresh perspective and insight to the issue! No, we just get the same few protests and agreements recycled over and over in slightly different wordings. It's such an awful slog that I nearly abandoned the book. However, I stuck it out to the end, only to be rewarded with the reveal of the killer (warning for spoilers, I guess): a lesbian who has been driven mad by repressing her sexuality! You know, I don't think I've ever actually encountered this awful cliche in the wild before. It would almost be exciting, if it wasn't so offensive. Though there's not a lot of time to be offended, because the reveal, motivation, attack on Charlotte, rescue, and arrest all happen in the last two pages (literally) so none of it is exactly dwelt on. It's probably all for the best that I disliked this book. It's the first in a 32-book series, and now I don't feel any desire to read the rest.

(DW link for easier commenting)(Also goddamn, I am so far behind on putting up my book reviews, you guys. So prepare for a lot of that.)

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #58

very weird formatting here, don’t know why??  please pardon it.

have you ever been involved in a custody battle before?  

i don't really know??  supposedly they were supposed to have split-custody, but idk what happened, because dad got no rights to us?

have you ever made out in a movie theater before?  

nah man, i'm there to watch a movie.

have you ever met anyone who was overly addicted to a computer game?  

been there, done that.

do you enjoy shopping with the opposite sex?  

sure, i guess.  like when jason and i were dating, i liked hearing his opinions on my clothes.  not because his opinion would dictate my wardrobe, but because i respected his outlook on what i wore and it just made me feel better about certain things.

have you ever been fingered, or have you ever fingered someone?  

hey, when you're abstinent, you find loopholes. :P

what's your opinion on beards?  

i tend to like shorter ones or goatees.

do you like orange juice with or without pulp?  

I CANNOT DRINK PULP NO.  funny story, supposedly when i was a kid, i called the pulp in juice "nipples"???  the fuck, brittany????

do you want to be cremated or buried when you die?  

i actually do not know.  i think i'd rather be buried in a recyclable box so i could be planted beneath a weeping willow or cherry blossom tree.

have you ever named a bug in your house and thought of it as a pet?  

lmao no but to be cute once i found a teeny-tiny spider floating in buffalo wild wings and played with it and named it in front of jason.  i was so hyper and squeally and i'm pretty sure that's when jason liked me the most.

what’s the theme of the calendar that’s closest to you?  

meerkats!!

have you ever gotten kicked out of a restaurant?  

no.

have you ever flashed anyone?  

i don't think i have.  small possibility i have to jason, but i doubt it.

have you ever been bitten by a dog?  

nope.  well, my own dog nipped me very gently once, because i was about to beat the shit out of him for accidentally killing a kitten.  i'm glad he nipped me though, because i ended up on the floor sobbing instead of hitting him.

have you ever left a note in someone’s mailbox?  

that's illegal, no.

what’s your favorite pokemon? (you know you have one)  

ninetales

are tomatoes the best food in the world?  

definitely not.  the only time i've ever liked a tomato period is when they were grown from colleen's garden.

the person you love/like, do they have any pets?  

a fatass beagle named ginger

have you ever attempted the infamous the impossible quiz?  

hell no, i don't have that patience.

you know those people with the multi-colored hair? what do you think?  

they're quite cooler than me.

did you ever pronounce spaghetti as “pasghetti”?  

omg yes!!

have you ever kissed underneath the stars?  

sure have.

what would your dream engagement ring look like?  

first let it be clear i don't really care what ring my husband chooses, but i do have preferences.  i think i want my engagement ring to be a dragon's breath opal, and my wedding ring to be rose gold.

if you post videos on youtube, what are they normally of (ex. tutorials, comedy, etc.)?  

ever heard of, like, an amv/gmv?  i make stuff like that with various media.

what age did you start getting acne?  

i'm not sure

will you go to your high school reunion?  

if i'm with jason, maybe.  if i'm not, hell no, because i don't want the memories.

if someone you knew slept around, would you judge them?  

i wouldn't judge them, i'd just feel disappointed with them.

the first person you were in a relationship with, do you still care about them?  

the first person i ever "dated" was this kid aaron, but we were only in the 7th grade and i never had any true, sexual feelings towards him, and we never had what i consider a valid, romantic relationship.  but i'll use him in this question.  i care about him as an acquaintance, but that's literally it.

has anyone ever sang to you?  

yeah.

who was your childhood crush?  

idk, i never really had a serious crush on anyone as a kid.  i had those puppy-love emotions, but never were they valid.  i "liked" various people... like timothy, dylan, aaron, i'm sure i'm forgetting others...

do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced?  

... yeah, why not???

kiss on the first date?  

eh, highly dubious.

have you ever thought you liked someone, and then found out that you really didn’t?  

juan, yeah.  he claims i broke his heart, but i fail to believe that.  we "dated" less than 24 hours.  we were nothing but friends before then.  he knew only minor things about me.  maybe he was merely in love with my face, but he definitely wasn't with me.  i'm well aware he's either lying (which he's proven to do) or exaggerating.

would you call your last relationship a mistake?  

never.

have you ever been asked out over text message?  

omg jason did and my older sister told me we couldn't be truly dating because of it.

would you ever take up a job in photography?  

that's exactly what i want to do.

someone texts you calling you a skank. what do you reply?  

do i know this person?  if i don't and it's just some random number, i'd probably just text back, "only for you, babe" or something like that.

are you someone who is afraid of clowns? what makes you fear them?  

no.  i just don't find them scary at all.

recommend a funny comedian to me:  

john pinette makes me wheeze.

do you believe the holocaust happened?  

i can't even believe people are still denying this shit.

did you like to collect frogspawn as a kid?  

yep, everytime we went fishing i did!

ever sleep on the floor with the person you like?  

yep.  j and i slept on a palet on the living room floor once, don't remember why...  i remember he had "arrow" playing WAY TOO FUCKING LOUD that night and i wanted to turn it down, but didn't know where the remote was so suffered all night lol.

have you ever rode around in the bed of a pick up truck?  

once or twice, yeah.

does the whole emo label thing bother you? have you ever been called emo?  

the misconception of the label bothers me.  "emo" means "emotional," not "we all cut ourselves and sob daily."  yes, i've been called emo many times.

do you like coyotes?  

they're cute, sure.

what kind of car does your most recent ex drive?  

i don't know what kind of car, i just know it's dark blue.  i'm not good with car names.

have you ever been fired from a job?  

i have not.

what financial class are you?  

pretty sure we're lower class.

do you like sprinkles on your ice cream?  

no, i don't like sprinkles on anything.

do you know how much you weighed at birth? how much?  

seven-something pounds.

have you ever made out on a couch?  

more than once.

are you desperate for things to change?  

i'm beyond desperate, dollface.

do you live close to the person you like?  

seven minutes away.

when’s the last time someone of the opposite sex told you they miss you?  

juan, a month or whatever ago...

anyone jealous of you or anything you have?  

no way in hell anyone is rightfully jealous of me.

has anyone told you they don’t ever want to lose you?  

yeah... yet he's the one that left me???

was today a good one?  

no, honestly.  this morning wasn't necessarily bad, just... y'know.  it always goes downhill.

do you talk in your sleep?  

sometimes, yes.

is it awkward when you run into your ex?  

we've never run into each other, thank god.  i refuse to go into his place of work too, so.

does it bother you when people smoke around you?  

yes, it does.

were you anyone’s first kiss?  

no, i was not.

who is someone you’ll always hate?  

it's so sad, knowing that i won't hate ashley anymore if jason and her just broke up.  but while they're together, i fucking despise her.  i have tried to stop myself, and i can't.  as for rachel, i don't really know if what i feel for her is hatred anymore.  i know i dislike her and i will forever for being the reason jason self-mutilated, but i don't know if it's still hatred.

do you lie a lot?  

personally, i think everyone lies quite a bit.

what do you plan on doing with the rest of your life?  

having a happy family... never working a day in my life while still being employed... traveling... but i'm aware that won't happen, not for me.

ever considered suicide? if so, did you try to commit suicide?  

yes and yes.  well, i never got to the point where i could actually endeavor suicide, but i'd chosen and dedicated myself to the decision.  first i was going to cut... somewhere, idk where, to hell with my shaving razor, but jason grabbed me and dragged me to the ground.  then a second time, i was going to slit my throat with a kitchen knife, but when mom saw me running towards the kitchen with what was going on, she snatched me.  i wish they'd never fucking stopped me.

have you ever painted something and been impressed by it?  

yeah, actually.

have you ever had a deadly illness?  

look me in the eye and tell me depression isn't a deadly disease.

who is the most interesting person you know?  

jason.  he was one in a billion.

what is your favorite body part on the opposite sex?  

i have a massive thing for back muscles, even if they're only very subtle.

have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting or any kind of abuse at home?  

divorce and parents fighting, yeah.  abuse, no.

have you ever lost someone to death? if so, how many?  

not anyone close, no.  sometimes i wish he'd died instead, as immensely fucked up as that sounds.  i've come to the realization that loss through heartbreak's gotta be worse, because that person is still alive.  that person is still breathing.  but they just don't want you.

have you gone through a lot emotionally growing up?  

i know damned well i have.

are you touchy feely?  

through my relationship with j, i found i was.  not entirely sexually, either.  i just liked proximity to him and always wanted to hold his hand, have my hand on his chest when i slept, etc.  he really had to remind me other urges to touch him were okay, though, because i was very shy with my physical actions.  i was so afraid of doing something "god wouldn't like" but way more importantly, that jason wouldn't appreciate.  i mean christ, it took literally like a thirty minute conversation to get me to even look at certain parts of him because i was afraid of being a bad christian.  he got me to be more comfortable with time though, and he was so patient with me...  he taught me so much about myself.  i fucking miss him.  jesus christ what ever was the question.  basically yeah, i can be touchy-feely.

do you like to be in control in a relationship?  

no.  in general, i'm very submissive, but i know how to make my point, let's put it that way.  i'm not a dog you can just kick around, but i don't prefer to be dominant, no.

do you throw out your assignments once you’ve gotten them back?  

it depends on the assignment.

have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool?  

no.  i've been all the way up there, but i was too scared to jump.

did you and your last ex have an amazing relationship?  

fuck yes we did.  i was a depressed mess and i needed him a lot, but that doesn't mean it wasn't amazing as hell.

how did you notice the last person you kissed?  

he walked up to me, that's how i noticed him.

why will/won’t you and your ex get back together?  

because he doesn't fucking want me.

are you welcome at the last person you kissed house?  

probably not.

have you ever watched someone being carried into an ambulance?  

my sister, yes.

have you ever showered with a member of the opposite sex?  

i haven't, and don't want to.

has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a stuffed animal?  

he has.

did you graduate high school a virgin?  

i did.

are you honestly happy with yourself?  

um, not in the least.  i'm a fucking failure.  i just decided to drop out of college in interest of my mental health too, so now i only feel less about myself than i did already.

would you rather have a chocolate or strawberry cake for your birthday? 

chocolate, strawberry cake is gross.

do you get lonely easily?  

fucking yes.

have you ever tried wine?  

i actually still remember from when i was young in the catholic church and we do the last supper thing, whatever it's called, when we would have a very small sip of wine; i remember the taste, and it was gross.

would you be excited or annoyed if your favorite book was being made into a movie?  

both my favorite books were made into movies.  seen one, not the other.

do you need structure in your life or do you prefer to just go with the flow?  

give.  me.  structure.

post a picture of you from one year ago.

boy, didn’t i look healthy.  just a fucking year ago.

do your parents swear?   dad does freely.  mom won't say "fuck" unless she's really pissed. have you ever written a fan letter? if so, who was it to and did you receive a response?   ummm i don't think so. what trait(s) would you not want your children to inherit from you?   my depression.  my anxiety.  my pessimism.  my lack of independence.  do i need to continue? are you a fast talker? do people have a hard time keeping up with you in conversation?   i don't know if i talk quickly in normal conversation, but i talk very quickly when i'm angry or passionate. have you ever dated someone that wanted to change you? how so?   the love of my fucking life left me because i was a depressed fuck, so he obviously wanted that changed. when on youtube, what types of videos do you mainly watch?   let's plays, mainly.  i watch other stuff too, though. where would you like to be in 5 years?   most importantly, i want my mental illnesses under control.  two, i want a steady job.  three, i at least... hope i'm with someone i really love, and he really loves me. what was the experience that impacted you the most in your life?   jason leaving me.  it sent me to multiple mental hospitals, and the mental scar is still rampant and festering.  my sanity is atrophying so agonizingly slowly, but steadily.  i sincerely don't even feel that "sane" defines me accurately anymore.  jason leaving just did so.  fucking.  much to me.  it affected me mentally and physically, and it's indirectly affecting the people i care about, too.  i'm perfectly aware i'm only 20, but don't fucking tell me it didn't ruin my life for now.  because boy, do i wish someone else could feel what i feel. what type of relationship did you have with your parents?   my mom is my crutch.  my dad cares, but he really doesn't understand me. where do you go when you need some inspiration?   inspiration for...? which fictional character do you believe is the most like yourself?   the only person that comes to mind immediately is heather mason from sh3. who is your role model?   jason. what was your favorite romantic moment and why?   slow-dancing with jason in the headlights of his old truck in my front yard to "stairway to heaven" by led zeppelin.  i don't need to explain that. i assume you've done drugs? what have you done?   i've actually never done drugs. was the last person you texted a hottie?   she's pretty, yes. have you ever felt replaced?   i have been replaced, and i'm sure he's happy about it, as he can finally fuck somebody and sleep peacefully at night instead of staying awake with me all night while i have a panic attack. do you know how to let go?   nope. is there anyone that you care more about than yourself?   jason, easily. if someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say?   i want jason. has a girl ever stayed up with you all night? a guy?   both have. ever been called a bitch?   yup. do you like being choked by a sexual partner?   heavily, heeeell no.  even to a medium degree, i wouldn't like it.  yes, i know he comes up in everything, but later in our relationship, jason would occasionally grab my neck while kissing me and squeeze it like really gently, and i did like that.  we were both rather submissive people, so when he did something i'd consider a bit more domineering, i generally liked it. have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?   almost every song i come across reminds me of him one way or another. do you ever think what if?   WELCOME TO MY LIFE are you going to have a baby by the time you’re 18?   i'm about to be 21, and i never had a baby that early because i have respect for my fucking body. are you currently fighting with someone?   we're settling down a bit, but i guess? are there any names that you don’t like because you once knew someone with that name that you strongly disliked?   "rachel," yes.  i used to love that name, now i just... can't stand it.  a rachel threatened to borderline kill me because her ex had a crush on me, like i can help that shit, and that same rachel was jason's ex that hurt him so deeply he cut and burned himself.  so.  i have zero tolerance for that whore.  i wish i had no opinion on the name, but damn... my dislike of her kinda just bled into the name itself. have you ever taken photos in a photobooth?   i've still got the ones i took with jason on my 16th birthday somewhere... could you ever be friends with somebody who was racist?   i am friends with a racist.  reason being, her system of beliefs aren't my business.  now i believe there is zero excuse for her racism, but i still love her very, very much and hope she changes. which natural disaster do you think is the most terrifying?   dude, earthquakes.  fuck that. if somebody has a long tongue, would that impact their attractiveness?   uhhh... no? do you own anything with your birthstone in it? what is your birthstone?   an angel charm pin, yes.  it's amethyst. if you had to pick a favorite bird, which one would you choose?   owls. how long was your longest make out?   hours.  practically all night. what was the last song you listened to?   "think twice" by eve 6. does being in love make you nervous?   it didn't when we were together, but it does now.  i let my guard down, and i shouldn't have. how easy would it be to get over the person you currently like/love?   it's impossible. is donald trump hot?   I JUST FUCKING GAGGED how often do you honestly say "i wanna die"?   usually, one or two days a week.  sometimes more. do you think you'll ACTUALLY live a happy life with somebody?   nope. have you ever kissed just a friend?   on the cheek, never on the lips. do you like spicy foods?   oh fuck yas when you said something naughty when you were little, did your parents wash out your tongue with soap?   mom would threaten to, but it's never happened to me. ever had your stomach kissed, even when you weren't expecting?   jason has, yeah. anyone have anything of yours?   jason has loads of stuff that are rightfully mine, but he can keep them. do you keep your relationship status to your self?   i mean, i don't go running around screaming i'm single, but i'll tell people i will if they ask? name the people you miss RIGHT NOW?   anyone who reads my surveys knows whom i miss. what color is your hair?   it'd dyed red. have you ever kissed on a boat?   no. would you want to change for someone?   if they were interested in me changing for the better, of course. do you write how you speak?   i write exactly how i speak. your ex says they love you, what do you say?   "fucking prove it." have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?   yeah, right now. are you anyone’s first love?   i don't know.  i honestly doubt jason was truly in love with rachel, but it's possible. can you honestly say you’re okay right now?   hell no. what’s the last reason you held someone’s hand?   i was getting my old cyst emptied and holy fuck i thought i was dying. are you lonely? be honest.   i'm always lonely, usually.  i like being alone sometimes, but not for long periods, yet i am regardless.  the only time i'm ever not lonely is when i'm at colleen's. last reason you kissed someone?   because i loved and still love him? do you believe that there’s good in everybody?   no, honestly.  some people are monsters. would you fall apart if that last person you kissed walked out of your life?   he did walk out of my life, and i did fall apart, and still haven't been fixed. think to the last person you kissed; have you ever kissed them on the ground?   lmao shit you not he preferred kissing on the floor.

[xluckytheninjax]

Watch Dogs: A closer look at an OC of mine

So,basically,I’m bored.I was looking for an excuse to draw,and looking for one of those 10+ character/OC memes with the randomass questions,but found this instead.It’s an OC meme/bio template,found here by Mister-Saturn on dA.

This thing is long,but it covers a lot.So,yeee.

Who better to go depth about than WD!Kayla,since I’m all about Watch Dogs these days?A lot of this stuff is copied from the original post I made...i also removed some of the things since I have not thought about it as far

Basics

Full Name: 

Kayla Horizon

Nicknames:

Kay/Ninja/Ghost/Lucky

Hacker allias/screename:

N1nJ4 {Ninja}

Sex:

Female

Age:

23 years old

Birth Date:

03/03/1995 {if the WD world took place in 2018}

Birthplace:

In Gauteng,South Africa

Current Residence:

Close to San Francisco,a great damn house

Appearance

Height:

5’11

Eyes:

“Not every day you see someone with heterochromia.”

Left eye is blue,right eye is green 

Hair:

Original hair color is dirty blonde Currently ombre:Brown - Dirty blonde - Blonde

Long hair,shaved shorter on the right side.Leaving it loose or tying it in a ponytail or something depends on how she’s feeling,and whether it’s mission time or not.Can’t work if you’ve got hair in your face.

Physical Flaws/Birthmarks/Scars:

Huge scar through her left eye,and a small one through her lip on the right.There are some other faint scars here and there,nothing too major though.

Lots of freckles

Usual Attire:

{I’ll post the clothing rambles from the original}

Has a variety of beanies,snapbacks and caps

Has one pair of sunglasses,aviators,as the rest got broken

She wears glasses,unless out on missions

Has a lot of t-shirts and hoodies

Has a fair amount of long sleeved shirts

Has a lot of jeans,shorts and sweatpants

Owns a few pairs of sneakers and track-shoes,and two pairs of combat boots

Has a few bandannas/masks

Has literally one fancy shirt she wears with a vest,bowtie,black pants and sneakers

Went to Swelter Skelter as some sort of glow in the dark Matryoshka-fied skeleton

Doesn’t wear any jewelry apart from her piercings and some random bracelets

Carries a shoulder bag which is clearly bigger on the inside {otherwise,how would you fit a laptop,drone,RC rover,and some other stuff in there?} With some badges and Dedsec decals

Hoodies are 60% of the time oversized

PJs are a random t-shirt and boardshorts {Onesie in the winter over that}

Has a hoodie that says 'Ghost’ and '07’ on the back {Aka my favorite Mystery skulls song and lucky number}

Tattoos/Piercings:

A lot of ear piercings on both sides,and a tongue piercing

A bunch of stars on her left wrist,a small ‘x’ on top of her right wrist,and a ’=D’ on her back {right shoulder}

Other Accessories:

She wears a lot of bracelets ‘n stuff,and glasses

Personality

Personality Traits:

Stubborn

Cares a lot for her family,friends and workpals {who’re also friends}

Loyal to DedSec

Not easily influenced

Quiet

Overthinks everything

Sarcastic

Not easily intimidated {Or so she claims}

Happy with what her life is,even between all the stress and overthinking.

Has some trust issues.The type where she gets this feeling in her gut telling her whether a person can be trusted or not.She trusted her workpals immediately,she trusted Ray immediately…as an example of who she didn’t trust,Horatio’s co-worker.And she wasn’t even on that mission.

Usually keeps things that wouldn’t be important to the current objective(s)/mission(s) to herself

It’s a good thing her face is blurred out like the others’,cause she’s camera shy.She hates getting photos taken of her,she hates looking at the camera…unless of course,she’s the one taking a photo of scenery or of friends.If you’re gonna point a camera of any sort to her face,she will not hesitate to break it.

Very protective over the things and people she cares about.So,you wreck her car? You insult DedSec or target her pals? You mess with Sitara’s artwork? You kidnap other DedSec members? Mess with DedSec’s systems? You mess with her dog or drag her family into things you shouldn’t?  You better start running then,pal.And make it fast.

Trained herself to not cry in front of people.It’s harder than it looks.Anger also gets bottled up.One day she’ll snap….probably.Then all chaos and hell will break loose.

Loses a lot of sleep thinking

Stresses over nothing

Introvert

Reckons anything can be solved by an asskicking

Takes her job seriously,but,in between she likes messing with people

Claims she doesn’t care,but she cares too much

Honesty,loyalty,respect and trust are big things to her.As explained before,she follows her gut on who to trust and who not.If you’re gonna betray DedSec,you might end up dead.Everybody lies,it’s human nature,but that’s where trust and loyalty comes in with honesty.The three walk hand in hand,really.Respect? You respect her,she respects you,as easy as that.

-Because she keeps a lot of things to herself,a lot of her personality remains a mystery.

What annoys her?

A lot of things,don’t worry about it

What makes her happy?

Again,a lot of things,like animals {especially baby animals and dogs} and games,no worries.

Greatest Fears/Phobias:

Fear of needles and a slight fear of tight spaces and heights

Patience Level:

Really patient depending on who she’s dealing with

Self-esteem:

Might seem really confident,and she really does seem to be that way,but in reality,her self-esteem is pathetic   

Hobbies/Interests:

Gaming

Streetracing

Drawing

Hacking

Writing

Collecting Vinyl/pop figures

Favorites:

Color - Purple/Blood red

Food - Pizza

Animal - Giraffes/dogs of all types {including wild ones like wolves and hyenas}/rhinos

Clothing - Hoodies/t-shirts

School Subject -  “When I was in highschool....IT and Life science/Biology“

Music (genre) - Punk rock/alternative rock/rock n roll/pop music

Books (genre) - Adventure,mystery,action,comedy

Movies (genre) - ^^^

Season - Autumn/Fall

Time of Day - Night time

Least Favorites:

Color - Pink

Food - Bananas/Onions 

Animal - Doesn’t really have a least favorite animal...except if humans count

Clothing - Skirts ‘n dresses

School Subject - Health Class/PE

Music (genre) - Classical/Rap

Books (genre) - Romance

Movies (genre) - ^^

Season - Winter

Time of Day - Early morning

Personal

A brief description of your character’s history:

Born South African,moved to San Francisco.Parents also in SF,while sister moved to South Korea with a friend.Been living there for 5 years.Hacking’s been a big hobby since she was younger.She kept it a secret from her parents,to avoid being lectured and banned from her computer.Big gamer since she was a teenager.Became an intern at a police station while still at university.It doesn’t make sense why an IT student would decide on working at a police station,but eyyy,whatever.Got promoted for solving some huge computer related cases through hacking.Two years back she was called to investigate something not even closely related to hacking computers.They reckoned she would be able to handle it.Went undercover.Had to take on dangerous 'jobs’ and compete in races in order to infiltrate and take down a ruthless international crime smuggling syndicate, consisting of illegal street racers and car thieves.She ended up leaving her temporary job because of the amount of times the police chased after her for street racing,resisting arrest and all the property damage.Y'know,going too deep undercover.Wrecked a lot of cars,got rid of a lot of thugs,hacked a lot cameras,streetlights and other things to finish her job and to get away.After that was over,she made sure to erase all of that off her profile on the ctOS database.Had to do a lot of things,a lot of dangerous things,to get noticed by DedSec,and eventually got in.It wasn’t really necesary that she put her life in danger like that,but she did anyway.Go big or go home…I won’t go much into detail about that because I haven’t thought as far.

{This mess….I’ll fix eventually.It’s random,it doesn’t make sense,it isn’t how real life works,but whatever.}

Political Preference:

“Anything’s better than where we are now,honestly”

Darkest Secret:

“All of ‘em are the same amount of darkness.I’ve done a lot of bad stuff,killed a lot of people...bad people of course....I think the worst thing I’ve done is probably causing a huge car crash during one of the races while I was undercover...”

Guilty Pleasures:

None?

Does she keep a diary or journal?

Yep,shockingly enough,she has a journal.She doesn’t use it as a diary,to write the day’s happenings,not always.She uses it to write notes down,draw scribbles,and to write down thoughts,things she has to do,etc.

Relationships

Family Living With:

She lives with her dog and a lot of house plants.Yeah.

Family Situation:

Her parents live in close range to her,which was just luck,honestly,and her sister {21 years old} lives in South Korea with a friend

Former Friends:

She had a group of friends back home,which she slowly lost contact with after high school...well,after the one’s wedding anyway.

Current Friends:

The main DedSec crew {Marcus,Sitara,Wrench,Josh,Ray} and some of the other DedSec members in the area.Was friends with Horatio too...but as we know....he’s gone.

Former Love Interest:

A guy from school...we’re not gonna go into that

Current Love Interest:

None

Former Enemies:

Former racing buddies...the bunch from when she went undercover...police,kinda?

Current Enemies:

The same people,plus the gangs,Blume,etc

What do his/her friends like about her?

She’s a good firend and teammate,who cares a lot more for them than herself,she always sticks to mission orders while still having fun

What do his/her friends dislike about her?

The fact that she cares more for others than herself {it’s good and bad},always getting into trouble and almost gets herself killed somehow

Why do his/her enemies hate her?

That’s some streetracing history

The fact that she’s a hacker/DedSec member

Always ruining plans with her pals

Occupation:

She’s a member of DedSec,so,she’s a hacker.

As a cover/dayjob she works at a huge gaming store on some days {Every second day except for weekends}.It’s just a temporary job for now.She ended up applying for some programming job,like her parents wanted.Just waiting to hear back.

Relationship Status:

Single,no crushes or anything of the sort. “Had to leave everyone behind since we moved here….went to uni,didn’t find anyone that’s my type…and some things that happened in the past leave me in this state where I am against romance I guess? Not like an abusive relationship or heartbreak or anything like that…just things I’m not gonna talk about.”

Virgin?

Yep

Hate anyone?

Obviously - can’t have enemies for nothin’

Killed anyone?

Again,that’s obvious

Would you and your character get along?

Yeah,she’s my persona after all

Would you like to hang out with your character?

Hell yeah

Would your character like you?

Not sure on that one

Abilities/Achievements

Achievements:

Took down that whole group of people stealing cars ‘n stuff {those NFS:U shenanigans}

Finished high school and she finished studying at the university too

Became a famous gamer {No hacking/cheats}

Still being alive is also an achievement

Failures:

Got innocent people killed

Almost got Marcus and the others killed a few times

Skills:

That’s part of the ‘other’ section I’m adding to the thing

How strong is she?

Fairly strong

Health

Diet:

She follows a healthy diet {she ain’t no vegan/vegetarian though},but she doesn’t mind eating sweet things now and then.The girl lives on Pepsi,some other sodas,lots of water and energy drinks.

Exercise:

She likes exercising to keep herself in shape for missions and such - jogs from time to time,goes to a gym,ye.

Physical Health Problems:

Nothing major or deadly...nothing as far as I know?

Mental Health Problems:

Does being a bit of an insomniac count?

Hygiene:

Amazing hygiene,very important to this human.She isn’t one of those extremely clean freaks though,who are afriad of germs ‘n getting their hands dirty.

Situations (What would they do or how would they react?)

Your character is called up for an award and is congratulated.

She’s be happy and accept,but she won’t go bragging about it or anything.

Your character didn’t win any awards and watches as someone else is congratulated.

She’s be really damn happy for that person,unless it’s someone with a hidden agenda/someone of evil nature.

Your character is winning at a game of some kind.

Again,she’d be happy,but doesn’t brag or go and insult the other team {if it’s a multiplayer game}

Your character lost at a game of some kind.

You win some,you lose some.She shrugs,and encourages her team that they’ll do better next time {again,if it’s a multiplayer game}.

Your character has a crush on someone and must find out how to tell them.

Whelp,like me,she’s probably not gonna tell the person.Fear of getting rejected ‘n all.

Your character tells that person and they agree to go out with them.

She makes sure to get enough advice so she doesn’t screw up.Real nervous and flustered.

Your character tells that person and gets rejected.

That’s why we don’t tell the person in the first place.

Your character is asked out by someone they like.

Very blushy and flustered,speaks gibberish,and would probably say yes.She wouldn’t trust it at first,but if she knows the true intentions of the person,she’d agree.

Your character is asked out by someone they don’t like that way.

To spare feelings,she’d still agree,but if it goes a bit too far/awkward,she’ll explain.

Your character’s crush is revealed by someone else.

She doesn’t have a crush at the moment,so ha

Your character loses a family member or a close friend.

That actually happened...losing Horatio was a painful time,full of sadness and crying.She wasn’t as close to him,but,yeah.

Your character loses a pet.

Crying for a million years

Your character loses a very important personal belonging.

If it was stolen,she’ll track the person down and kick their ass.if it was lost through anything else,she’d be sad,mad,and probably see if she can replace it.

Your character loses something that they were borrowing.

“Well shit” Time to go on a crazy search for the item.

Your character is stolen from.

Track ‘em down,and kick their ass

Your character is offered drugs/alcohol/a cigarette.

Hates alcohol,smoking and drugs.Thus,she doesn’t drink at all,she has never smoked,never done drugs or vaping or anything of the sort. if you’re gonna give her alcohol,she’s not gonna drink it.If you’re gonna give her a cigarrette,she’ll throw it away.If you give her drugs,she’ll give them right back.

Your character is publicly humiliated in front of a lot of people.

Wouldn’t be the first time.She shrugs it off,but,it’ll haunt her thoughts for quite a while.

Your character killed someone.

She’s killed a lot of people...bad people,so,nothing big.

Your character witnessed a murder.

She can’t handle death of the innocent,so usually when witnessing the murder of an innocent person or animal,she’ll murder whoever did it.She gets this weird feeling inside,like a mini heart attack or so.

Your character is being argued with.

She’s stubborn,so don’t think she’ll give up on arguments so easily.If it’s someone she cares about,she’ll accept their statement rather than arguing.

Your character trips and hurts herself.

Welcome to clumsy R us.Since she was little,she tripped a lot and hurt herself.Scraped knees ‘n legs,scraped elbows,arms and hands.It’s happened so much before,that she doesn’t even feel the pain anymore.

Your character is given a gift they’ve always wanted.

Really thankful,thanks the person a million times,makes sure what she’ giving is put to use.

Your character is given a gift they couldn’t care less about.

She is still thankful,and still makes use of whatever she’s given.

Your character arrives home after a bad day.

She just showers,eats,then goes to watch TV,play games,listen music or whatever,and goes to bed early.

Your character arrives home after a good day.

Pretty much the same thing...just less angry/sad and she goes to bed whenever she feels like.

Other

{self added section to repost the rest of the stuff}

Working for: DedSec,what did you expect? She was going to go work for those dumbass monkeys,or the rat cult? Pff,nah.

Cars:

Personal car is the Ford Ranger truck she got ported in from home. It’s white with black decals and raptor kit.The thing’s a beast.

Other car she keeps in the garage is the Lotus Elise she used to streetrace with.Purple with a white stripe down the middle.This thing is upgraded to the max {of course what garages can do,plus some things only a hacker can pull off}.Best part is,it doesn’t look like it belongs on the /shittycarmods subreddit.

During the day,while on missions,she has some randomass car/truck/four wheeler/motorbike she 'borrows’ or the one car she’s been putting some DedSec decals on {Sitara’s design,of course}….Then there’s the DedSec police cruiser too.

Pets: She has a Great Dane named Trompie.Her parents watch the dog during the day {or night depending on missions} and if she has to stay at the Hackerspace/work on missions all day,she takes him along.He behaves,and doesn’t annoy anyone…unless he sits on the couch.He’s got his own little space,with food,water and a blanket to sit on,plus newspapers.Even got toys.He’s 7 months old,and like his owner,he has heterochromia.The name’s Afrikaans,since well,can’t forget your roots,can ya? Wears a DedSec bandana over his collar.Pretty smart,but he has a thing for chasing after the drones and little RC rovers.Was not a big fan of Wrench Jr.

It took a few weeks for Wrench to get used to the dog.He didn’t even notice it until it was lazing on the couch next to Mickey while she was working.It was a scene to experience.

He doesn’t go along on missions for obvious reasons {Micks doesn’t want him to get hurt/killed…and she’s pretty sure he’d be in the way…or set off an explosive or something}.

Random shiz:

Main hangout is the main Hackerspace from the game.Second being the Silicon Valley one.

Has gone on some missions with Marcus {the ones where multiple things need to be done or where it’s going to take more than one person to do,but it’s only one thing that needs to be stolen/hacked}.

When looked at with the profiler her profile says

ctOS.exe has stopped responding

Memes 'n Dreams

How 'bout nah

Also does the parkouring,climbing high buildings and messing with cranes

Likes the skeleton Dedsec paint on her cars/motorbikes

Almost shot Lenni quite a few times -  too many witnesses stopped her from doing so

Finds it entertaining to help Wrench {he’s a really amusing guy to be around,alright?}

Graffiti is great

Reckons a 'Josh protection squad’ should be made {Don’t harass him,pls}

Sees Ray as some sort of cool hippie uncle

Doesn’t smoke but always has a lighter to set stuff on fire if needed

Named her drone and rover she printed.Harvey for the rover and Zippy for the drone.Why,you might ask? Why not? Their names are painted on the sides of them.

“There’s another reason I get called Ninja.It’s not just the screenname.“

Sneaking/Stealth skill +100

Parkour skill +90

Agility +87

Speed +85

Martial arts and self defence +90

Even with skill,she’s really damn clumsy

Is sometimes going out on missions instead of Marcus,if Marcus needs to rest or recover.Goes on own little side missions as well

“First day on the damn job and I get my hoodie stolen by my workpal.”

When out on missions during the day,she wears a range of shirts/hoodies.On nightly missions she wears all black.

Weapons of choice are:

*Stungun

*SVD/other snipers {Including the Stun sniper}

*Shotguns

*Baseball bat

*Knives,especially flip knives

When hanging out at the Hackerspace {with nothing else to do} she’s sitting with her laptop or working on a PC.Either hacking,working stuff out,or searching useful stuff.

Her phone has a little charm hanging on the side.It’s a mini Deadpool logo

Always there to lend a hand

While she has told the others about the street racing stuff after first joining,she literally never talked about it again, hoping they’d forget

Isn’t one for cursing too much,but in some situations it’s needed to calm a person down…will not hesitate to swear in another language.

Fingerguns

Doesn’t drink coffee or tea,or hot chocolate.

Always carries one of her flip knives with her.

Never reveals location of her house or her parents’. Usually kills the cameras temporarily in the area when she’s driving home.

Night owl/always exhausted pigeon

Likes fire and setting things on fire {Do you know how great it is to set gangs’ supplies ablaze just to spite them?}

Also a fan of explosives.Don’t give her any though….she’ll probably blow stuff up she’s not supposed to.

Not that good a swimmer.She can swim well enough to keep herself from sinking,but she ain’t no olympic medallist.

Likes camping

Probably became part of the team a bit before our boy Marcus.A few weeks before,probably.

References to movies/games/songs and puns 100%

Loves animals,and pets every single dog she can

Doesn’t have the cleanest resume.Street racing,property damage,murder,hacking,breaking into private property,stealing {data,high-tech weapons,etc},car theft,resisting arrest,the list goes on.

Wishes grappling hooks were actually a thing {simlar to those of JC3 or spy movies}

Loves Deadpool

Always has earphones in the ears if not listening to others talk or on missions,and still hears everything she’s supposed to around her. {I own this skill,so it ain’t impossible}

Loving the zombie apocalypse/post apocalyptic stuff

Loves drawing,that’s why graffiti is also great

While she dresses like a hipster/geek {with some badass Dedsec stuff in between} most of the time,she’s an emo/punk soul.

Can’t dance to save her life

Reckons that her haircut is shit,and that it’s the product from getting drunk with friends.Thus,the hate for alcohol grows stronger

Likes Vaperwave and Retrowave stuff

Avoids clubs of any sort

Mosquito magnet

Can program and reprogram a lot of things,such as robots,drones,hell,if she tries hard enough she might be able to do the same to cars,but building/rebuilding/re-engineering things…that’s difficult.The only building related skill she has is upgrading and modding her drone and RC rover,along with fixing up/upgrading/modding cars.

Learned a lot about cars while undercover.

Did some graffiti work for Sitara.Got a badass galaxy DedSec design on the side of some building,and a little DedSec-fied Undertale reference one too.

Was very disturbed when that whole thing with the DedSec parody and strip club owner went down.Almost had a heart attack when Marcus told the bunch that the Bratva threw him in the trunk of a car that’s in the process of being crushed.

When threatening people {Bad people,'course} she likes saying that she’s going to snap the person like a stick

House isn’t as big a mess as one would think {Compared to Ray’s old place/the silo and the motel room where Aiden lived before it got blown up}.The hacking related things,such as her computer,laptop,at least nine monitors,a ton of harddrives,etc,are in her room,and there’s no sign of anything of the sort outside of that.

Parents still oblivious,still don’t know she’s a hacker,still don’t know about her street racing ways.She prefers it that way….that’s why nobody sees the garage or bedroom.

Not a fan of attention,would rather keep a low profile and let her workpals get the fame.But of course,when there’s some bad stuff on DedSec,she won’t be afraid to show off her opinion and stick with the others

It’s great being sometimes-partners with Marcus

It’s also great going off on missions on your own

“Screw you,you son of a bitch.”

*Proceeds to flip person off as it’s the worst she’ll do before it switches to violence and knife threats*

“Viva La Resistance/Rebellion” in a really bad French accent

“You see this knife? It’s my knife. What I’m gonna do with it? Shove it down your throat if you don’t shut the hell up.”

“The name’s Dead Inside.How ya doin’?”

“You look like a terrorist.”

“I promise you,I am NOT a terrorist.”

“What are you then?”

“A ninja.”

“Are you some kind of weirdass goth person?”

“Nin-ja.”

She has abandonment issues,that’s why she prefers doing missions solo.Means she can’t lose anyone while on missions or get betrayed/left behind.