#ooc: bro wants a lawyer

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@colressexperiment please this is SOFUCKINGFUNNY

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What's something you've written that you know is OOC and you just don't care?

lmfaoooooo i'm torn between priding myself that NOTHING I EVER WRITE EVER IS OOC and being like, everything i ever write is ooc bc deep down i want even the messiest/most awful characters to have nice fluffy moments together and i know realistically that would not happen BUT THAT'S WHAT I WANT and so i continue to write it.

i think sometimes i *have* written stuff more for the joke of the thing (the one where chas shaves his beard, the javert-adopts-cossette-instead fic) that are MORE ooc bc again, i wrote them for the humor of the situation, but i like to think they're at least within a RANGE of characterization.

(also i mean any time you write non canon esp slash ships they're like, ooc bc the canon creators would NEVER take it there but i ESPECIALLY don't care about that).

3. Something you wish a commenter had called attention to, but got ignored.

oooh i don't know really, there's usually at least one line that i'm really proud of myself for writing in terms of character voice and/or rhythm and/or just like, quiet aching melancholy of the thing and they're rarely mentioned by commenters but like, that's ok mostly. like i think most people who enjoy my fics do so more bc of like, the whole of work & the characterizations over like really beautiful lines or whatever, esp since i see my style as very simple and efficient over it being especially flowery or explicitly emotional.

i do always kind of laugh when i get 'omg so many great lines here i'm not even going to try to quote them all' bc i'm like. well but also you could tho. at least one maybe. to soothe my fragile ego etc.

5. Something you hate to see in smut.

A/B/O.

I mean. Also what I hate in smut is what i hate in writing in general -- epithet abuse and OOC behavior. I'm also kind of weirded out by like. Explicit dick measurements (i.e., where inches/centimeters are specified) unless it's for the lulz (and even then i think it kills the ~sexy mood, which might be the intent so I don't mind in that case). Also really roll my eyes when it's a scene between two men and one or both devotes time to ~I don't have to worry about being rough with HIM, not like if he was a WOMAN. like ok bro sorry it's such a CHORE to treat a woman you're fucking with a modicum of care. (I know in a lot of cases this IS arguably in character. but i do genuinely just find it annoying to read). but like. some women like it rough. some men don't. let's broaden our horizons here.

8. Something you love to see in dialogue.

Inside jokes, esp if they're not explained. (like amongst the MCU's INFINITE crimes, the explicit clarification of 'what happened in budapest' is UP THERE)

And just like. Conversations that fit the canon/characters. Like I hate it when characters in fic sound like tiktok teens/tumblr millennials but i love it when they sound like THEMSELVES and aren't just talking about stuff that moves the plot forward. sometimes people just have conversations with their friends. it's part of worldbuilding/setting the mood. And it's ABOUT the conversation-- I hate big blocks of text where it's just one character dumping exposition, I like it when there's interruptions and responses and eyerolls and huffs of laughter etc etc etc.

y'know. the sicko to sicko communication of it all.

15. We all project onto our characters. Where has your personality or life choices leaked onto the page the most?

lolllll well my thirst for nbc!chas chandler is the basis for like, 75% of my johnchas fic (the 25% which is written from chas' POV is about my self esteem issues). also a lot of john being a jerk/saying the wrong things is like, catharsis for me bc i'm generally pretty careful about not upsetting people (shut up it's true in my real life) and i think on some level john enjoys being the worst and it's fun for me to imagine/write what that would be.

also a lot of my AUs have characters be lawyers. like it's pretty heavily implied in a last minute possibility that Poe is a public defender, mostly bc the idea delighted me. In my finnpoe big bang fic that has not seen the light of day, Poe is a political operative with most of my opinions, and Finn is a lawyer from New York who leaves his job to go work in a small up state new york town, which is what i randomly fantasized about doing after going to a wedding in the Hudson Valley. (i know the Hudson Valley isn't REALLY upstate new york. but to me it is.)

Oh god also the so-called travelogue fic (which is a gen fic where Poe spends time with his dad on Yavin IV before the events of TFA but after he joined the Resistance) is mostly just about my memories of visiting Mexico. Like embarrassingly so but I'm still proud of it.

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a lawyer and a historian walk into a café...

note from kin: it’s modern au time!! in this one you’re a lawyer with yanfei as your prodigy protege (essentially she’s the phoenix wright to your mia fey; you’re like her mentor as she trains to get her law degree), and zhongli’s her history professor dad (+ xiao as her big brother who’s doing some fancy uni degree (and yes, this piece was absolutely an excuse to write about a family dynamic between them))

basically one time she brought her dad and big bro over to your attorney office and zhongli looked at you and fell in love immediately and now yanfei’s playing matchmaker for her dad

(xiao probably feels ooc but that’s mostly because there’s not nearly as much trauma for the poor guy in this au. zhongli took xiao and yanfei in when they were 11 and 7 respectively and he was about 24 so let’s say by this point he’s in his mid thirties, and xiao and yanfei are now 23 and 19. also their family name is zhao!!)

quick edit: i've made a cheat sheet for this au in case you want to know more about it!!

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, zhongli, xiao, yanfei, diluc

pairing(s): zhongli/reader

warning(s): none

genre: fluff!

“Okay, so the grocery store plan didn’t work, and neither did the library plan, or the museum plan…” Yanfei writes something in her notebook in her usual impossibly-perfect cursive and taps her pen restlessly against the table. “What else...?”

“The cat shelter plan didn’t work either,” Xiao puts in absent-mindedly, still mostly occupied by the essay he’s writing. Wasn’t he meant to submit that yesterday? “Or the park plan.”

“Oh, right.” Yanfei adds another two lines to her notes. “Is that all?”

Her brother considers for a moment, pausing in his work to take a bite of his cereal bar. “I think so.”

They fall into silence. Zhongli rounds the kitchen counter and sets two steaming mugs of coffee beside his two children, then takes a seat opposite them on the table with his own cup of tea. “...A-Fei, what’s this about?”

“Your love life,” She responds as if it’s obvious, bending over her notes and scribbling something with extra vigour.

“My love life?” He repeats.

Yanfei nods. “You need to get out of the house more. All you do is read books and drink tea.”

He frowns softly. “I do have a job, you know.”

“She means that you don’t have any friends,” Xiao says flatly, eyes still focused on his screen. “Or hobbies, really. When you’re not working, you’re sitting about reading books and drinking tea - like Fei said.”

“Besides, you really like [Name], don't you?” Yanfei points out. “It’s the perfect opportunity to get out a bit!”

Zhongli’s cheeks go a little pink, and he clears his throat, turning away and bringing his cup to his lips. “A-Fei…”

“What?” Yanfei cocks her head to the side. “[Name] thinks you’re cute, you know. I bet they’d say yes if you asked them on a date.”

He chokes on his tea and sets his cup down. After a moment, tapping his fingers agitatedly on the tabletop, he asks, “...where did you get that impression from?”

“I asked them,” Yanfei says plainly, and Zhongli just about dies of embarrassment on the spot. “Just yesterday. I went ‘So what do you think of my dad?’, and they were all like ‘Yanfei, you didn’t tell me your dad was so pretty!’ I think they’ve been dying to talk about you ever since you visited.”

Zhongli opens his mouth to say something, struggling for words, then abruptly snaps it shut again. Xiao watches him clap his hands to his face over the top of his monitor, then turns to Yanfei with a raised eyebrow. “...was that really a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it have been?” She replies innocently, tilting her head to the side. “If [Name] likes Dad and Dad likes [Name], there isn’t a problem, is there?”

Her brother shakes his head and reaches over to tug playfully on a lock of her hair. “Well, first of all, do you really want Dad to be dating your teacher?”

“...hmm.” Yanfei pauses to think about it. “...I’m not sure, actually.”

“And I think you’ve just given him an stroke,” He points out, gesturing over the table at their father, who still has yet to remove his hands from his face. “I don’t think he wanted [Name] to know he likes them.”

“I didn’t tell them he likes them, though,” Yanfei says with a small pout. “I just asked them what they thought about him. How would they know?”

“...A-Fei, shouldn’t you be leaving soon?” Zhongli asks finally, removing his hand from his eyes and looking at his daughter with his usual gentle eyes. Yanfei doesn’t miss the way his ears remain a little pink, though. “I believe you’re due to meet [Name] in thirty minutes.”

“Huh?” She raises her wrist to check her watch, then hops off her chair. “Oh, yeah! Can you drop me off?”

“Of course,” He replies with a soft smile, watching as she drains her coffee to dregs and hurries off to change out of her loungewear. The kitchen descends into silence for a moment or two.

“...Fei means well,” Xiao says suddenly. Zhongli turns to see his son giving him a meaningful look over the rim of his own coffee mug. “She just wants you to be happy.”

Zhongli looks at him for a moment, then inclines his head with another, fonder smile. “I know that.”

Xiao nods, and goes back to his essay.

Yanfei comes down in some suitable outdoor clothes about ten minutes later and, with Xiao waving them off with his usual brand of fond dismissiveness, Zhongli and Yanfei head out to the car to set off for the location that Yanfei inputs into the GPS. Zhongli doesn’t miss the way that his daughter keeps sending him almost conspirational looks as he drives.

“...your hair’s kinda messed up.” She says after five minutes or so.

Zhongli keeps his eyes focused on the road as they come to a roundabout. “Does it matter?”

“[Name]’s gonna see you,” She says matter-of-factly. “Don’t you want to look your best?”

“...I hardly think that’s necessary.” He replies after a moment. Yanfei shrugs and goes quiet, but she notes with glee that her father pauses to have a good look at himself in the rear view mirror when they come to a stoplight.

Zhongli surveys himself with a great deal of thoughtfulness, lifting his hand from the wheel to sweep his fringe to the side a little, then changing his mind and pushing it back to where it was. Was Yanfei just teasing him? His hair looks just as it always does - neatly brushed, but a little tousled, and fastened carefully at the back.

He tries to pat down the stubborn little sprigs at the top of his head, but, as usual, they refuse to lay flat. He sighs and, just as he’s deciding to leave it, he spots something odd in the corner of the mirror.

That motorbike - the greenish-blue patterns on its bumper, the red helmet attached to the back, and the demonic-looking mask-like helmet that the rider is wearing… is that Xiao? Is he following them? And why’s he brought Yanfei’s helmet with him?

Zhongli had already begun to have his suspicions when Yanfei asked him to drive her to the meeting place - normally, when she needs to go somewhere, she either skateboards there herself or asks her brother to take her on his bike if it’s too far away - and this only solidifies them. His daughter is most certainly up to something.

Then the lights turn green, and he has to turn back to the wheel. By the time they’re back on a straight enough road with little enough traffic for him to check again, Xiao’s motorbike has disappeared.

“Was that your brother back there?” He asks Yanfei absent-mindedly. She starts and - rather suspiciously - slaps her phone face-down in her lap so that he can’t see the screen.

“Don’t know,” She says. “I wasn’t looking.”

He raises an eyebrow. “...are you texting someone?”

“Um…” She taps her fingers against her leg restlessly. “Yeah.”

A pause. “Is it someone I know?”

She laughs under her breath, poorly disguising it with a cough. “You could say that.”

Her phone goes off, and she hurriedly picks it up to answer the message she’s just received. Zhongli sends her a rather wary side-glance as she starts typing furiously - that text alert is the one that Yanfei has specifically assigned to Xiao. Why would she feel the need to hide the fact that she’s texting her brother?

Yanfei keeps her mouth firmly shut about whatever plan that Zhongli is now certain she has for the rest of the car ride, no matter how much he tries to gently coax the answer out of her. He’s still none the wiser to her intentions as he pulls up to the café marked on the GPS, and he’s beginning to get rather worried - he has a feeling he knows what this is about.

The first thing he notices is that Xiao’s motorbike appears to be parked a little ways down the street, though his son himself is nowhere to be seen. The second thing he notices is you standing outside the café.

You’re dressed far more casually than you’ve been on any of the other occasions that Zhongli’s had the pleasure of seeing you - he’s only ever seen you in your full formal lawyer get-up, perfectly primped and polished for the courtroom, and while that’s a beauteous sight in and of itself, he has to say that he definitely prefers this more comfortable look. It gives you cosy, domestic sort of air; quite the opposite of the strict and business-like way you present yourself while on the job.

Yanfei hops out of the car excitedly and runs to say hello. You greet her with a warm hug, and Zhongli can’t help but feel all fuzzy on the inside at the sight. In the event that he’d ever want a partner, he’s always silently promised himself that whoever he chooses must love his children as much as him - and you’ve always taken good care of his daughter. It’s just another point added to his metaphorical ‘like’ tally.

The two of you exchange words briefly, and Zhongli’s about to start pulling away when Yanfei suddenly turns to point at him. He freezes in his seat as your eyes turn to him, and Yanfei starts gesturing aggressively for him to come over.

Under both of your expectant gazes, he doesn’t really have any choice but to comply. Locking the car doors behind him, he takes a moment to make sure that his shirt is tucked in neatly and that his tie is knotted just-so, then approaches carefully.

Zhongli is usually very much the elegant gentleman, but here’s the thing: whenever one tries to do something a specific way, they’ll almost certainly end up inevitably doing it the complete opposite way. Such is the case for Zhongli; so focused is he on appearing as unbothered and ‘cool’ (as Yanfei would put it) as possible, he forgets to watch his feet, and trips on the edge of the curb.

Yanfei lets out a great laugh as her poor father stumbles and nearly crashes face-first into the pavement, while you hurriedly leap forward to catch him by the arm as he totters. “Goodness! Careful, Mr Zhao.”

“Thank you…” He steadies himself, clearing his throat in embarrassment. A split second later, he realises that you’re touching him. “Ah…!”

He jerks back involuntarily, feeling his face grow even warmer. You look surprised for a moment, then quickly school your expression back into a hospitable smile. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”

“No, it’s fine,” Zhongli quickly shakes his head, busying his restless hands by readjusting his tie. “You simply… startled me, is all.”

“Startled his heart, more like,” Yanfei teases, grinning widely. “Some entrance that was, Dad!”

He shoots his daughter a reproachful look, to which she replies with a conspirational wink. “...is there something you two need?”

“Oh, not really, it’s just…” Yanfei sticks her hand in one of her pockets and rummages about. “...you need two people to get the couple’s discount, don’t you?”

Zhongli freezes on the spot, while you simply raise an intrigued eyebrow and take the voucher Yanfei holds out. “...Yanfei, don’t tell me you planned this?”

“Well, Xiao helped,” She says brightly, and, as if on cue, her brother’s motorbike roars up to the curb.

“A-Xiao,” Zhongli says in greeting, though he can’t help but sound a little betrayed. His son lifts the visor of his helmet and offers a small wave.

“Nice to see you again,” You say with a smile, and Xiao nods curtly at you in reply. “So, was this your idea?”

He shrugs and smirks a little, tossing Yanfei her helmet, which she catches deftly. “She wouldn’t stop pestering me until I helped her. Anyway, Fei, you ready to go?”

“Yup!” She pulls her helmet on and fastens her jacket more securely, hopping up onto the bike behind him. “Have fun with your date, Dad! You can thank us later!”

She waves goodbye as Xiao revs up the bike, and the two have disappeared down the street before Zhongli can raise any complaint. He stares after them, trying desperately not to meet your eyes.

“...well,” You begin after a long moment, “We wouldn’t want to waste this voucher. What do you say, Mr Zhao?”

He swallows and slowly turns to look at you. “...just Zhongli is fine.”

“Zhongli, then,” You say with a smile that makes him go soft in the knees. Goodness, how much more juvenile can he get? He’s a fully grown man, and has been years - and yet here he is getting all hot around the collar like a schoolboy. “Shall we?”

It takes him a moment to realise what you mean, but you don’t seem to notice the way he stumbles over his words - or, at least, you’re gracious enough not to comment on it. “Of— of course.”

He follows as you lead the way into the café as pauses briefly before to door to take in the atmosphere - it’s cosy, with tasteful dark mahogany-dominated furniture. An enormous mural is painted pride of place behind the counter, where a menu usually would be - a sun rising from a sea of pale orange-tinted clouds. What was it this place was called again - Dawn Coffee? The painting certainly lives up to the café’s name.

You seem to have been here before - you weave through the many tables with the sort of familiarity that only comes with experience, while Zhongli has to keep his eyes trained on his surroundings in order to avoid another incident like the one outside. The café is mostly full already, with all manner of people taking up the various seats - mostly students with about seven empty cups littered about in front of them, some typing furiously and others simply slumped over in exhausted repose.

“Diluc,” You greet as you approach the counter. “Fancy seeing you here.”

The red-haired barista shoots you a deadpan look. “I’m here every day. You should know that by now.”

“And you should know that I’m joking,” You shake your head, then slap the voucher Yanfei had given you down on the countertop. “Anyway - here.”

The barista (Diluc, right?) picks the voucher up and skims briefly over its contents, then looks up and right into Zhongli’s face. Zhongli stares back silently, almost daring him to say something derisive. He may be reduced to putty in your hands, but that’s a power that only you possess. Anyone else remains unable to faze him.

“...right,” Diluc says finally, now looking almost a little uncomfortable under Zhongli’s intense gaze. He wonders if he should tone it down a little. “That’s a twenty five percent discount on any two drink and cake combinations, then. What’s your order?”

“I’ll just have the usual,” You say brightly, “With, ooh, let’s say… a piece of Battenberg. And what’ll you have, Zhongli?”

Zhongli looks around. “Is there a menu…?”

“Over there.” Diluc gestures dispassionately over at two large blackboards on the other wall. Zhongli almost slaps himself - how hadn’t he noticed it?

“Ah...” He skims briefly through it. None of the teas offered are ones that he particularly enjoys, which is a little disappointing, but he supposes beggars can’t be choosers. “A matcha tea, please.”

Diluc taps something into his register. “Just the plain tea, or would you prefer a latte?”

“A latte…?” Zhongli repeats, a little lost. Tea rooms are much more his forté than cafès, and he’s not entirely sure how things work.

“Lattes are milk based,” You explain helpfully, “Usually sweeter, too.”

“Oh.” Zhongli shakes his head. He’s always been lactose intolerant - it’s why he prefers herbal teas over any other hot drink. No milk required. “Just plain tea, thank you.”

“Alright,” Diluc types something. “And what kind of cake do you want with that?”

“...how about a slice of Madeira?” You suggest as Zhongli goes silent, looking bewildered. “Nice and simple.”

He nods, still a little confused, and Diluc puts one last thing into his register, prints out a receipt, and hands it to you. You turn to Zhongli as Diluc moves away to start making your drinks.

“Haven’t been to many cafés before, have you?” Your eyes twinkle teasingly, and Zhongli can’t help but flush a little.

“No,” He says slowly. “I’ve never particularly liked them…”

You chuckle, and Zhongli has to fight back a lovestruck smile of his own. “You’d better not let Diluc hear that. His dad owns this place.”

“Are the two of you… familiar?” He asks. He’s not entirely sure that he wants to hear the answer - especially considering the way you laugh after he’s finished speaking.

“I had to defend him once,” You reply, “Nearly a year to the day, actually. Poor guy got himself accused of murdering a homeless man just around the block.”

“I still don’t know how you managed to get a not guilty verdict so quickly,” Diluc comments, coming up to the counter and setting down a tray with two steaming mugs on it. He moves to the side and opens the cabinet of pastries to retrieve the slices cake you’ve ordered.

“Evidence, my dear Ragnvindr,” You say playfully. “Surprisingly enough, it’s easy to get a not guilty verdict when you have rock-hard evidence that your client isn’t guilty.”

Diluc shakes his head in apparent disapproval, but Zhongli catches the way his lip quirks up as he sets down two colourful (and, honestly, very delicious-looking) slices of cake, each on their own dainty little place, on the tray. “Well, here’s your order. Who’ll be paying?”

Zhongli quickly reaches into his pocket, opening his mouth to offer to foot the bill, then suddenly shuts it again when he feels nothing but crumpled-up paper. He sighs mentally. He’s gone and left his wallet behind again. That’s, what, the third time this week? And it’s only Tuesday...

Luckily, he doesn’t need to confess his forgetfulness, because you immediately pull your own wallet out of your pocket and slap a crisp bill on the counter. “Here. Keep the change.”

“How generous,” Diluc says dryly as you laugh. “I believe your usual spot is free for now, so you should hurry.”

You nod, reaching forward to take the tray. “Right. Thanks!”

Zhongli hovers for a moment as you start masterfully working your way back through the maze of tables to an unoccupied corner. As he turns to follow, however, Diluc calls out to him.

“Wait.”

Zhongli pauses. He contemplates ignoring the barista for a moment, then decides that it’s not worth the pettiness, and turns back around.

“Do you need something?” He asks.

Diluc gives him a searching look. Zhongli gets the feeling that he’s trying very hard to read something from his expression.

“...your daughter wants to let you know that she’s cancelling afternoon tea for two weeks if you don’t make a move,” He says finally.

“...what?” Zhongli’s so surprised that he’s unable to prevent his eyebrows from flying up. So much for his stoic act. “You know A-Fei?”

“Is that her name?” Diluc picks up the piece of paper he’d been reading when you and Zhongli had first entered and holds it out. Zhongli takes it carefully. “She stopped by this morning and gave me this.”

Zhongli reads over the note. It’s Yanfei’s penmanship, alright. How long has she been planning this for? “...right. Thank you.”

“One more thing,” Diluc adds as Zhongli turns to join you at your table. “[Name] seems to like you a lot. Don’t mess this up.”

Zhongli pauses. He glances over at you, and you wave with a grin. For a moment, the café seems to fall away - and there is nothing but the distance between the two of you, and the warmth of your smile.

Heart resolved, he turns back to Diluc, and nods firmly. “I won’t.”

[bella-donna418]

PTA Meetings

A/N: Modern AU.

Basically some ships I ship when going to parental meetings cuz uwuwuwuwuwuuwu

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EreMika (Eren and Mikasa)

During parental meetings Eren used to be the only person to go since he's like, "No, I'm the one going. Who knows what might happen to you?"

And when he gets home, a jealous Mikasa greets him—glaring at him.

It's like she had these senses and she was right.

The ladies in the parental meeting STARE at him (yes, even the teachers) then notices his ring and end up like, 😳 who the wife? (CUZ THEY NEVER SAW MIKASA BEFORE)

Ends up calming down when she sees their tiny ol'' child (THEIR CHILD WILL BE SO PERFECT THEY BASICALLY WON LIFE. I ENVY—)

So in the end, they end up going in parental meetings together and ofc, they've become clearly unapproachable, but stareable to the point the teacher just snaps and starts focusing on their job (like bro u gotta focus on work or u fired)

When they do get approached by other parents they wear their RBFs (proceed to google if clueless) and they still look FINE to which the parent is like 😳👉👈

But they'd just sit there and listen to what the teacher has to say and when the ladies stare at Eren, Mikasa has that dark aura around her (please insert AoT Junior High when Levi beat Eren up? or smth) and looks at them (the way she looked like when Historia and Eren talk scene)

And same goes for the men who stare at Mikasa LOL.

He goes straight up looking at them with an RBF and they just look away (he intimidating man—)

But overall, they get perfect attendances in parental meetings.

And usually, once they have finished those they don't go home.

They instead go to a restaurant with their little one and their bonding is just 🥺 (my heart though, pls call the ambulance—)

And if you're wondering what they wear...

Since both work and had to leave earlier during those times parental meetings are held, they'd be in their work outfits (because there's no time to go home and change—and it's also a decent outfit to wear)

*insert chapter 123 outfits cuz they just, ✨yes✨*

Overall, they're that kind of parents who wear their RBFs when someone approaches them but free real estate because you get to encounter them.

AruAni (Armin and Annie)

This is a very interesting one.

But like EreMika, they get perfect attendances during parental meetings, them being the earliest of all parents (wow best parents award LOL)

Annie doesn't look like she cares but she's usually thinking of their child during parental meetings (doesn't pay attention to any bullshit thing the teacher says cuz her mind busy)

Armin has been the attentive one listening to the school's plans for their children and all/announcements

Once approached by others, they'd turn around and be like, '???' and ask, "Can we help you?" (yes, they're always together)

The parents usually talk about them in secret (who knows good or bad maybe)

Annie would wear her signature RBF and raise a brow when she notices all of the other parents staring at them.

Oh and they'd be in their work clothes, assuming Annie is a lawyer and Armin is a teacher (can I be smart as you?)

Once they finally got home, they'll just cuddle with their little one and watch Netflix (IT'S ADORBS UWUWUWUWUWU)

JeanPiku (Jean x Pieck, and y e s, we exist and rise)

Ah.... the height difference—

Let's not talk about their height difference.

BUT. Pieck is that mom who smiles at everyone and everyone just </3 from her cuteness—Jean glaring at them from the back though—

Jean halfheartedly listens and Pieck slowly nodding at the teacher.

They both want to get this finished because one, Jean doesn't like being stared at and last is Pieck getting bored (even though she smiles a lot, she's been wanting to get out of those meetings)

Pieck would wear a blouse and a long skirt while Jean would be in his outfit from ep 1 in season 4 (yes we simped on the chin)

When they get home they'd bake some cookies or cupcakes and stuff (IT'D BE SO ADORABLE IK IT)

Springles (Connie and Sasha)

oH nOw we here.

Sasha would bring food lol

Connie and Sasha do attend (but most of the time Sasha goes on her own)

She's an attentive listener (surprisingly)

But when Connie does come with her, ohh tea got better.

*insert 2-3 hours long of humorous meetings when Connie arrives*

Sasha would wear a blouse and mini skirt while Connie would wear a simple shirt and pants.

When they finish, they'd go to a restaurant or anywhere to eat (I wonder whose money died 😂😂😂)

So if you like eating for dayz you lucky to have Spingles LOL

LeviHan (Levi and Hanji)

I don't even know what to say about these two LOL

The fact their too busy is just ✨indescribable✨

And if luck has it that their both free from work and boom—parental meeting, they either go with an intimidating RBF, or simply no.

However, if they go solo, Levi would be stared at by all the parents and he glares at them (ofc they get terrified and back away or stop)

When it comes to Hanji, her smile or RBF already made her unapproachable to which she feels happy about it.

They'd wear their work outfits or coats (they'd rather wear something professional than wear something casual)

Basically they'd only go to parental meetings they (mostly Levi) DEEM important.

But once the parental meeting is over they'd usually go to a mall or park to hangout after "excruciating" hours of sitting down listening to the teacher's blabberings about solicitation and stuff and they DON'T like it.

So after going through that meeting and knowing their agendas and blah blah blah, to escape that kind of stuff—they plan something beyond that (yes, especially those Christmas parties and stuff they go in a vacation somewhere lol)

Whoever have them as parents, YOU'RE FUCKING LUCKY TO ESCAPE YOUR SCHOOL'S GATHERINGS AND SHIT LOL

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A/N: Another disappointing HC lol (ik my HCs are straight up d i s s a p o i n t m e n t 👁👄👁)

Ok some of them may be OOC

AND YES, JEANPIKU IS MY YACHT DON'T DARE SINK IT— (yes ik the height difference, BUT THEY CUTE TOGETHER K?)

[post-modern-prometheus]

it was fun going back through my old journals from when i first watched xmen (for me, idk about yall... though i did get a cool idea for a fic from it so maybe you guys will be thanking me later except you won't cuz i'm not writing it bc i suck ANYWAY-) so here's back in june of 2019, before and after dark phoenix came out..

june 6:

"things that are legally required to be in xmen; dark phoenix or i will sue:

-A GOOD FUCKING QUICKSILVER SCENE"

i wrote it big. tragically, i go on to describe how i want the scene to be, the type of music. talking about him telling erik................... then about him being a "cool, prolly morally questionable big bro to all the students"... didn't really get that but wandavision actually lowkey came in clutch there.

oh and then my friend was worrying me so i wrote: "things that, if they are in the movie, will have me make immediate contact with my lawyers:

PETER MAXIMOFF FUCKING DYING"

i went to the beach or something the weekend the movie came out but forced my grandparents to take me and my brother to see the movie first because i was so excited....... my immediate reaction:

"WHAT THE FUCK IT SUCKED"

a few days, and a lot of studying for finals later, i finally composed a list of why i didn't like the movie. half of it being about peter's 3 minutes of screen-time. i called it my 'main beef'. and had an interlude to discuss the flirting (?) scene during the party where i went 👀ok pete i see you. and i ended that segment with a lot of bitching about no dadneto.

then i was like ahh bad script, power imbalance, ooc characters/weird motivations blah blah

though they played like two seconds of killer queen when jean flipped the car so i gave it points for that.

and yeah. then i was in spidey ffh and stranger things 3 mode.

i'm also not going over r*lph b*hner cuz............ too soon.

[pcstilnt]

❄️| OOC | 15 questions

Named after someone?  nope , i was almost named after my late grandmother though . it would have been a lot better than the name my parents stuck me with though. let’s just say the name does not match the face .

Last time you cried?  last year actually , when my grandpa passed away . 

Do you have any kids? no not human spawns  , but i consider my cat as a kid so yeah i guess 

Do you use sarcasm a lot? depends on how comfortable i am with a person . however i tend to hold back a lot cos a lot of people can’t seem to handle the sarcasm i can whip out .

What’s the first thing you notice about people?  eyes and a smile -- honestly , it’s the first thing i notice on a person before their appearance . it’s always been like that .

Eye color?  light chocolate brown but here’s the thing , i’ve been told i have cat eyes by a lot of people . apparently they change a lot under the light . legit , i had a few friends back in high school that thought i had green eyes or hazel eyes but no , they are light chocolate brown-ish .

Scary movie or happy ending? both ? depends on the mood tbh but i am a lot more of a horror type of gal or suspense . HOWEVER I WON’T FUCK WITH GHOST OR DOLL  MOVIES. that’s where i drawn the fucking line , bro

Any special talent? uhmmm ? being awkward af?

What country were you born in?  america 

What are your hobbies? writing , embroidery ( just picked it up ) , reading and listening to music ; currently picked up working out too . yeah the basics cos i’m a basic bitch HAHA.

Do you have any pets? i have one sassy cat son named orion beerus ok . he’s my life even if he refuses my love . 

What sports do you play/have played? does channel surfacing count  as a sport ? lmao . nah but i have been wanting to pick up boxing so we’ll see when this covid thing gets better .

How tall are you? i’m about 5-6 inches taller than a hobbit and i’m mad . i’m actually 5′3 so about i believe 160cm ?

Favorite subject in school? english and history . 

Dream job?  RN or criminal lawyer 

tagging: anyone that wants to do this .

[giotheluca]

◊ ♫ ◊— look what the cat dragged in! that’s GIOVANNI DE LUCA and HE is an around 27-year-old NEWCOMER to the store, but they’ve been in the neighborhood for 8 MONTHS. I think he is a PAINTER and I overheard them listening to FLAGPOLE SITTA by MAGNIFICENT TRACERS, and, I dunno man, it seemed pretty fitting. Like, call me shallow but I look at them and think of LUKE PASQUALINO and A PAINT SPLATTERED ROOM, FRESHLY MADE PASTA, and A MIDDLE FINGER TO THE WORLD. (ooc info: essy, she/her, nzt, 23)

hello everyone!! i am essy!! nice to MEET U!! giovanni.. is such an old muse. deserves zero rights. with that in mind LET’S LEARN MORE.

nicknames: gio! i guess u could call him van. no one ever has and i don’t know why they’d start but

sexuality: hettie. u hate to see it 

traits: callous, dismissive, loyal, creative

likes: (some) art, cooking, his wife, maybe three other people

dislikes: fast food, most people, long walks on the beach

family: eden graves (wife), andrea de luca (sister), aldo de luca (npc, brother), beckett liao (npc, son) bart and samantha de luca (npcs, parents)

now? for some BACKGROUND (TW: mention of suicide, drug use) 

i’m tempted to say gio has been a bitch since birth. and that’s because he’s a scorpio. i’M JUST KIDDING SCORPIO RIGHTS but? i can say that giovanni was always the black sheep of the family. 

born into a prestigious bloodline, with no branch of the de luca tree sprouting anything less than doctors, politicians, lawyers, or otherwise names in high places, gio was... an anomaly. though his father was a senator, and his brother was looking to follow in those footsteps, this middle child never particularly felt any drive to do something “important”, as his father would say. 

luckily, the black sheep of this generation could bond with the black sheep of the earlier generation! uncle ricky and little gio were pretty much inseparable. only ten years older, gio thought of his uncle as more of a cool cousin you look forward to seeing at the family reunions than an authority figure.

a chef, ricky taught gio how to cook! it’s how they bonded. big part of why gio is such a #KitchenKing to this day. 

but gio always knew ricky wasn’t super happy. the concept to little gio’s mind was always an elusive one. because, sure, gio didn’t feel like he fit in with his family,  and he felt misunderstood, but he didn’t feel sad-sad, not in the way uncle ricky did, where he wouldn’t get out of bed for days  at a time. so, in the very least, when giovanni was sixteen and  ricky left, he wasn’t angry with him. he knew how hard it was. it didn’t make it any easier to be without his favourite person, though. maybe the only person who understood him.

giovanni definitely went off the rails after that. soon enough, he came to new york for college, studying classical and fine arts, which provided him with enough freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted, which tended to be! bad things! being the son of a rich senator meant the funds to access coke and hookers and, wow, the way gio was hitting  two birds with one stone by having fun and publicly embarrassing his father! 

it was only when he got a girl pregnant that with the help of his best friend briar he got his shit together a little. IT WAS DEFINITELY A LONG ROAD, and giovanni’s definitely still a shit! but now gio’s a shit who has some self respect. some. 

soon enough, gio met the love of his life, eden graves! boy does he simp  for her. witness it and shake your heads with me.

now,  gio’s at a stage in his life where he’s like, vaguely aware that he should be letting his four year old son get to know gio’s family. don’t get him wrong,  giovanni still hates them,  but now that he knows his sister andy’s in town... some reconciliation rights? look, he’ll try,  but no promises.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

so you’ve made it this far. brave of u. be rewarded with possible plots:

COUSINS: must i?  explain? if u come from a successful family.. maybe so...

CHILDHOOD/LONG TERM FRIENDS: giovanni is... hard to befriend. but  don’t we all have those people we knew when  we were three whose posts we still like on facebook? do we all still use facebook? anyway. whether they still get along, barely talk to each other, or have come to dislike each other... i’m about it 

PARTY BUDDIES/COLLEGE FRIENDS: from the days past!! they could still be a bad influence,, or have cleaned up too,, or just look at gio like  :/  wtf bro u went square :/ because he sure did

RIVALS: gio’s a painter! he holds gallery opens etc frequently. if ur in the same line of work...

ANYTHING ELSE!!! whatever you can think of, or organic  rights! either way... i look forward to rp’ing with u... love  u

[malcolmbrights-a]

here’s a list of plots i want!!! :o i like when my partners discuss headcanons with me   (preferably a few sentences to a paragragh) and  when they are okay with me taking a while to reply sometimes. i love to do rapids on tumblr or discord, so if you’re into that, i do it!!!! however, i also love to do longer and novella paras...they just take me a little longer to do. and uhm i think it'd be cool if we talk about ooc stuff sometimes and not just oc things all the time (unless you’d prefer not to talk personal. that’s fine)

(i mostly do f/f plots. i’m open to f/m plots, but i’d prefer to write the woman since a lot of my guys already have lots of plots.)

:o anyway, these are plots i want:

DO NOT REBLOG | DO NOT STEAL IDEAS

message me if interested. 

KILLING EVE PLOT WHERE AN ASSASSIN AND A CIA AGENT/FBI AGENT/MI6 AGENT PLAY A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE AND ARE OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER

being human inspired plot where a vampire & werewolf (or other spn creature) live together in an apartment or house. they try to be human, but end up getting stuck in problems relating to them being supernatural. 

wlw spies who live on a futuristic planet called earth ii. they sometimes time travel, but for the most part they do their missions in their time period. gay shit galore.

a hp plot where my character has legilimency and is working for the order and the death eaters as a double agent. the other character could be on either side, but the character is ultimately on the order’s side and doesn’t like death eaters at all and thinks the world would be safe with them dead. anyway, i love drama and hp, so whatever. i just want a thrilling hp plot

college plots of any kind

high school sweethearts who drifted apart and then meet again later on

divorced plot where they’re still in love with each other. they just don’t see it. 

a plot based on the g/ood place, where they die and when they wake up they believe they’re in heaven, but they’re actually in hell and don’t know it. the two characters are actually set up as ‘soulmates’, but are really placed together to annoy the shit out of each other. (i kinda want them to be snarky, bc i love snark)

a super power plot where two people are vigilante crime fighters who discover each other’s identity. i like the idea of them dating before this, so they’re both confused. they live in a world where super powers are a known things, but certain people think people with powers are dangerous. setting would be retrofuturistic...uhm sollar punk in a way. 

john w/ick type plot where someone kills an assassins dog after losing their spouse and the assassin loses her shit. they get caught up with a nurse who finds them wounded kjhfsjd

life and death raise a baby after a prophecy states the child will stop the next apocalypse. they baby basically gets raised in the underworld. life and death are maybe an old married couple? or they’re like wanting to be a couple, but never took the time to be? they’re both lesbians 😍

good o/mens themed plot where an angel and demon are bros (or in love lmfao) and they’re trying to stop the apocolpyse

 wlw treasure hunters in space! think i/ndiana j/ones meets t/omb r/aider. they end up getting into trouble, because of a cursed object.

another super powers plot where fbi agents work a case where they take down a serial killer. they’re partners and end up in a game of cat and mouse with the killer. team work. arguing. fun.

a homicide detective or a missing persons detective works with a psychic who is a private investigator to solve crimes. i kind of want this plot to include vampires, werewolves, etc.

married vigilante murderers who kill other murderers

an exes plot where one of the people fucked up and still has feelings for the other character, but the other character has moved on. i imagine they have a kid together, so they try and make a friendship work.

s/ilence of the lambs plot where a criminal helps an fbi solve crimes. shit gets real when the criminal escapes prison and pops up in the agent’s house. drama

the president of the united states (or the person running for president of the united states) is a woman who’s in the closet. her and her personal assistant have an affair. except it’s not really an affair, because her husband is gay and doesn’t care.

one of characters doesn’t know they were brought to life through technology after they get into a car accident. the other person knows, but they’re left in the dark until something happens and they realize there’s something different about them.

a ghost haunts a character to help them solve their murder. they know that they won’t be the last victim and want to put a stop to the violence. i don’t know how the other character sees ghosts, but that’s a THING.

serious lawyer finds love. wlw

wlw plot where they’ve known each other their whole lives, but run into each other after years of not seeing each other and they fall in love.

a plot that takes place in the courage the cowardly dog universe? maybe courage is in it lmfao

IF INTERESTED, MESSAGE ME <3

[artofatm]

I did it! I think I’ll either draw specific scenes (or if y’all want to get in on this, you can!) or make bad edits with screenshots (I already have supplies for that lol). 

So let me explain: This is a Dream Daddy IASIP AU. 

Request a piece of artwork or an icon by PM’ing me!

The tag that will be used to track this AU will be: It’s Always Sunny in Maple Bay

Tag me if you want with @theatmmachine or @theatmmmmm!! I’d love to see other interpretations!

Now I’ll explain my choices and ideas for it below: 

So uh, main characters:

Craig is Mac, because they’re beefcakes and also they’re bro-ish (Mac much less obvi).

Mary is Dee for obvious reason.

Robert is Frank because they have quite a few things in common.

I made Damien Dennis for a few reasons: The headcanon that he and Mary are siblings, they both care about their appearances (Dennis a lot more obvi), and because this is an AU and I really love Damien.

Why did I make Joseph Charlie? I find it incredibly amusing. This is an AU, so I guess some OOC moments could happen? 

Other characters: 

-MC is The Waitress. This plays with the idea that the Gang don’t know the Waitress’ name, nor does anyone else. Also, Joseph stalking MC. 

-Hugo is the Lawyer. 100%. It’s been decided.

-I have no clue who would be Maureen, but uh

-Also I have no clue with to do with Mat or Brian, so if you have any ideas for them, please add onto this!

[performingtheartsrp]

We received a fantastic application for Blaine Anderson, and we’re really excited to have Audra  join our family. Please take a moment to go over the New Member Checklist, and send in your account within 24 hours.

OOC:

NAME: Audra

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: +30

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL (1-10): 5-6/10ish; I work a 8-5 desk job, so can only manage very limited mobile-restricted posts during the day. Most of my rp time is in the evenings, in between juggling other adult responsibilities, but I try to check in every day.

OLD ROLEPLAY ACCOUNTS: RFP

ANYTHING ELSE: RFP

IC:

CHARACTER’S NAME: Blaine Devon Anderson

CHARACTER’S BIRTHDAY: February 5th, 1996 - age 21

CHARACTER’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION: gay

SHIPS: Blaine/chemistry, Blaine/guys

ANTI-SHIPS: Blaine/girls

MIDGAME SHIPS: Seblaine and Blam maybe? Depends on where the chemistry is, and the other characters’ orientations, really. I wouldn’t be opposed to Blainofky or Anderporter, either, and I’m definitely on board for the Klaine startgame.

CHARACTER TWEETS:

@blaineanderson: Hair and makeup, I beg your forgiveness in advance. #medusacurls @blaineanderson: That awkward moment when the pretend tv version of yourself is way cooler than the real life version. @blaineanderson: Live tweeting tonight’s @PerformingArtsABC ep along with @samevans! East Coast, any love for #Millix?

BIOGRAPHY:

As the younger son of a successful Chicago lawyer and a self-employed mother, Blaine Anderson didn’t want for much growing up, at least to the casual eye. He was an active child, attended private schools from a young age, and idolized his much older brother Cooper. If his parents were a little distant and distracted most of the time, that just meant Blaine learned to value his independence – and to seek attention elsewhere, including on stage.

It didn’t hurt that Cooper’s acting career began to take off by the time Blaine was old enough to take an interest, and he spent long hours following his brother’s career and basking in the reflected success of a rising Hollywood actor. Maybe he would have liked to actually SEE his brother more than three times a year, but at least Blaine was proud of him. The lavish birthday presents and celebrity meet and greets weren’t quite a substitute for actually having Cooper there, but Blaine knew better than to complain about his brother being TOO famous, at least.

By the time he was thirteen, Blaine was precocious enough to realize that he was different in at least one other respect; instead of developing an interest in girls his age, he found himself more drawn to other boys. He didn’t actually come out until the following year, and his parents took it mostly in stride; his dad wasn’t as unconditionally supportive as he could have been, but at least he wasn’t openly homophobic. Coop took it the best, and went out of his way to introduce Blaine to a few of his friends in the industry who were also gay. Whatever sex education Blaine lacked at home, he made up for on his rare visits to see Cooper, and by the time he was eighteen he was fairly comfortable in his own skin.

Cooper was the one who first noticed Blaine’s talent and convinced their parents to get Blaine into advanced voice and piano lessons. He pulled the necessary strings to get him the best teachers, something Blaine might have resented, if not for the fact that he enjoyed his new lessons so much. He became active in his prep school’s drama and music programs, as well, and his involvement in their prestigious a cappella group opened a lot of doors. By the time he finished high school, Blaine had acceptance letters from three different performing arts colleges – but Cooper’s offer to come live with him in LA won out in the end. Don’t go to college, he said – go to auditions. And Blaine took his advice, throwing himself into acting classes and auditions with a cheerful determination even Cooper couldn’t match.

Being Cooper Anderson’s little brother was a double edged sword, in some ways. On the bright side, most casting agents at least knew of him, since Coop wasn’t subtle in his attempts to talk his little brother up. On the other hand, that kind of awareness bred certain expectations, and Blaine struggled with establishing himself as a performer in his own right, rather than on Cooper’s merits. He took part time jobs singing in coffee shops and local bars, even before he was legally old enough to drink, and went to all the auditions he could find.

After a slew of small television roles – Dead Body #2 on Criminal Minds was a highlight – Blaine finally landed his first pilot. The Doogie-Howser-meets-CSI pitch was maybe not quite ready for network television, but even the lead actor’s baby face couldn’t get it sold to a network. Blaine’s second attempt showed promise, and the dramedy about small town witches actually made it to air – but it was unfortunately scheduled opposite the most recent NCIS spin off and was cancelled four episodes in.

Rather than give up, Blaine redoubled his efforts. His first audition for Performing the Arts was promising – he’d originally read for Felix – but his callback was an unmitigated disaster, in Blaine’s eyes. He’d overslept, and in his haste to get to the studio on time, he rushed through fixing his hair, and the one thing Blaine hated was to look messy and unprofessional for an audition. It seemed to work in his favor though, because the casting director shifted gears and had him read for Miller instead – a role that Blaine had initially dismissed for himself. After two more auditions and a mandate to stop gelling down his hair (a painful requirement, but one Blaine complies with reluctantly), he finally landed the role. How he’s going to pull off laid back and free-spirited, Blaine isn’t entirely sure, but he tries to think about Cooper as a teenager, and it’s worked so far.

With pre-production ramping up, Blaine’s ready to get started. He’s already met a few of his fellow cast members just by virtue of being in the industry, and some of them he’s really excited to work with. It doesn’t hurt that his boyfriend Kurt is among them, since Blaine’s enjoying the early relationship stage while he can. Once the show starts to air things will probably change, after all – increased media attention puts strains on all relationships, romantic or platonic, and Blaine’s just enough of a closet fanboy himself to know that fandom and shipping (both show and real-life) is likely to be more than anyone anticipated, if the show turns out to be the hit everyone is hoping for. But that’s such a long ways off, now – filming will take a few months, and he can always worry about that later.

YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD CANON FOR THEIR CHARACTER:

In Blaine’s mind, Miller is an only child, and the way he takes his parents’ attention for granted shows it. His mom is one of those parents who would rather be her son’s best friend than his mother, and the complete lack of structure in the Finch household is a result of the fact that she spends more time painting than anything else. His dad was once a roadie for a grunge band, and Blaine imagines he’s the one who taught Miller how to play the guitar.

Coming out to his parents was never a big deal for Miller – he mentioned it in passing over dinner one night, and the most reaction he got was his mom offering to buy him condoms the next time she remembered to get groceries. There are maybe times now and then that Miller wishes his parents were a little more hands-on in their parenting, but for the most part he appreciates not having a curfew and being trusted to make his own decisions.

Despite the fact that he periodically smokes pot, Miller doesn’t quite fit the stoner profile at school – he just doesn’t put much stock in popularity and other people’s opinions, so he feels no desire to be part of the ‘in’ crowd. His grades are average, but he can be surprisingly focused in his performance classes, and although he’s slow to anger, he can dig in his heels with the best of them when he really cares about something (or someone).

Blaine’s inspiration for Miller is hazy memories of sixteen-year-old Cooper, with a dash of self-aware bro-culture to mix things up a little. He’s picked up guitar lessons on his own time during pre-production, in an attempt to understand Miller better – piano just doesn’t suit him as well, even if it’s still Blaine’s instrument of choice. Miller’s complete lack of concern about what other people think of him is equal parts baffling and freeing to Blaine, since he’s the exact opposite; he’s started using a meditation app on his phone to try to capture Miller’s more laid-back, loose energy. He’s also hoping for the chance to show more of Miller’s focus and dedication to give him some much-needed depth – perhaps in the unfolding romance with Felix, or close friend Lola’s struggles with depression.

[ofboomerangs-blog]

ooc; I just saw someone say they wanted em.ma rob.erts to play ma.ry mar.vel. MY ma.ry ma.rvel! can you believe? how dare they? they better not. I swear to the holy father, if this even comes close to happening dc, warner bros., I will start some shit. you just wait ‘til my lawyer hears about this!