#philanthropic streak

[ultragamerz]

Dogecoin: The OG Meme Coin - Still The Most Relevant in the Evolving Cryptosphere

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Dogecoin: The OG Meme Coin - Still The Most Relevant in the Evolving Cryptosphere

Dogecoin: The OG Meme Coin – Still The Most Relevant in the Evolving Cryptosphere

Dogecoin (DOGE), the undisputed granddaddy of meme coins, needs no introduction. Its iconic Shiba Inu mascot has become synonymous with the entire meme coin movement. Launched in 2013 as a lighthearted parody of Bitcoin, Dogecoin defied expectations by capturing the public imagination and experiencing explosive growth in 2021. But with the meme coin craze seemingly fading in 2024, a crucial question arises: Does Dogecoin still hold relevance in the ever-evolving landscape of cryptocurrency?

From Humble Beginnings to Viral Sensation:

Dogecoin’s journey began as a playful jab at the seriousness of the early crypto scene. However, its lightheartedness resonated with a growing online community, fostering a strong sense of camaraderie and humor. This unique social aspect propelled Dogecoin into mainstream consciousness, aided by celebrity endorsements from Elon Musk and others. By 2021, Dogecoin’s price skyrocketed, briefly surpassing even established altcoins in market cap.

Beyond the Hype: Exploring Dogecoin’s Evolution:

While the initial frenzy may have subsided, Dogecoin hasn’t simply faded into obscurity. The project continues to explore ways to enhance its utility and appeal. Here are some notable developments:

Focus on Developer Activity: The Dogecoin development team remains active, working on scalability improvements and network upgrades.

Integration with Businesses: Some merchants have begun accepting Dogecoin as a form of payment, demonstrating its potential for real-world use cases.

Charitable Endeavors: The Dogecoin community has a strong philanthropic streak, supporting various charitable causes throughout its history.

Dogecoin’s March Madness: A Potential 9x-13x Price Surge in 2024?

March 2024 could be a pivotal month for Dogecoin (DOGE), the meme coin that captured the world’s imagination. While the broader cryptocurrency market remains uncertain, several factors converge that might propel DOGE to a staggering 9x to 13x increase in price. Here’s why March might be the month for a Dogecoin “March Madness”:

1. The Dogefather’s Endorsement: Elon Musk, the self-proclaimed “Dogefather” and a major influencer in the crypto space, has a history of sending DOGE prices soaring with his tweets. With key developments happening at Tesla and SpaceX in March, a well-timed tweet mentioning Dogecoin could reignite investor interest and trigger a buying frenzy.

2. Retail Investor FOMO (Fear of Missing Out): Retail investors, a major force in the crypto market, are known for their enthusiasm and responsiveness to trends. If Dogecoin experiences a significant price jump in March, a wave of FOMO could ensue, pushing the price even higher. Social media buzz and news coverage could further amplify this effect, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.

3. Scheduled Doge-related Events: March might witness significant events within the Dogecoin community. Hackathons, meetups, or charitable initiatives could reignite the community spirit and attract new investors. Increased community engagement and positive news surrounding Dogecoin could lead to a renewed sense of purpose and value for the coin.

4. Integration with Payment Platforms: The growing adoption of Dogecoin by online merchants for payments could see a significant acceleration in March. If major retailers or service providers announce Dogecoin integration, it would signal real-world utility for the meme coin, potentially boosting its price.

5. Technical Chart Signals (Disclaimer): While technical analysis should never be the sole factor in investment decisions, some analysts see bullish signals in Dogecoin’s price chart for March. A potential breakout from key resistance levels could trigger a buying spree and propel the price upwards. However, it’s crucial to remember that technical analysis is not a foolproof science, and past performance doesn’t guarantee future results.

A Word of Caution:

Investing in cryptocurrency, especially meme coins known for volatility, carries inherent risks. This article is for informational purposes only and should not be considered financial advice. Always conduct thorough research and consult a qualified financial advisor before making any investment decisions.

Dogecoin’s Position in the Crypto Market:

Despite these developments, Dogecoin faces significant challenges. Critics argue that its lack of a defined use case beyond speculation hinders its long-term viability. Additionally, the meme coin market itself has become saturated, with newer projects competing for attention.

The Future of Dogecoin:

Dogecoin’s future depends on its ability to adapt and innovate. Can it evolve from a pure meme coin into something more? The answer remains uncertain. However, Dogecoin’s engaged community, coupled with ongoing development efforts, suggests there’s still a fight in the old dog yet.

Investing in Dogecoin: A Word of Caution

Dogecoin’s past volatility makes it a high-risk investment. While its potential for future growth shouldn’t be entirely dismissed, thorough research and a cautious approach are essential before making any investment decisions.

Disclaimer: This information is for educational purposes only and should not be considered financial advice. Please consult with a qualified financial advisor before making any investment decisions.

[grapementos]

perseverance

aged up bakugo x reader

pt. 3 to this

numerous panic attacks had ensued since you were discharged from the hospital, but not all of them reached their final stages like the first had.

you’d grown better at grounding yourself and having some semblance of control over your anxiousness. slowly but surely, you felt the pain ebbing away.

it would never be gone completely, you knew, and every day you questioned the possibility of things being different.

what if katsuki hadn’t quit being a hero? what if he’d proposed just as he’d planned to? would your wedding have been beautiful? your marriage successful and healthy?

there were so many what ifs that hurt your heart just to think about.

yet, all you did was think about it—in the best, healthiest way.

you set aside your pride and fears and confided not only in your friends, but in a therapist. you had sessions weekly, and every time you walked out of the office, you felt a little lighter.

for the first time, you understood that it was okay to still love katsuki, to still want to be with him. in fact, they initially expressed how they wished the two of you had tried couples therapy before everything went south.

that was another what if that hurt.

you were always the more rational, levelheaded one. why hadn’t you thought of it, encouraged it? would it have made a difference? those thoughts kept you awake at night, haunting your mind and mocking you with images of a perfect life with katsuki. the life you could've had.

those thoughts were bumps in your path to recovery. it was only through those thoughts, however, that you learned that the road wasn't linear. you had amazing days when you felt strong and independent, days when you'd feel like you were in a colgate commercial. other days, you wanted to set your apartment on fire and disappear. you wanted to scream until your voice was gone, vocal chords torn to shreds. some days, you just wanted everything to stop.

through the good and the bad, you were able to persevere through the challenging navigation of a breakup. still, you granted yourself permission to still love him. to be in love with him. that love would never just vanish, you'd realized a few months into your journey. it dulled, flickered, and faded, but never vanished.

-

you'd found that implementing a routine in your daily life had greatly improved your overall mental health.

this morning, you turned on the news as you made yourself breakfast--a meal you forced yourself to consume, no matter how little it was.

as you grabbed what you needed from the cupboards, a name in the news had you pausing everything.

"...following his spontaneous philanthropic streak, former hero dynamight announces that he will be hosting a tell-all session at our local library. there, he intends to, quote, 'make amends with those i might have hurt with my words, actions, or lack thereof...' well, you heard it here. don't miss a valiant display of heroic vulnerability today at noon. in other news..."

you gaped at the tv, the glass bowl slipping from your suddenly clammy fingers.

philanthropic streak? where had you been?

the sound of the glass breaking reached your ears a whole minute after it hit the ground, snapping you out of your dumbfounded stupor.

"shit," you cursed, crouching down to pick up the pieces.

no, don't even think about it.

you looked at the clock, reading 8 as the time. plenty of time for you to get dressed and go.

no.

you could easily make it in time and sit in the back, just to see him and hear what he had to say.

no.

you'd wear something inconspicuous and hide in the back, just being silent. and then you'd leave, after ten minutes.

no.

every no carried a little bit of yes at the end of it, forcefully dragging you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom for a shower. it was closure, you argued to yourself, closure that you desperately needed.

it's going to be excuses, nothing but lies.

dark clothes are the best choice, you decided, anxiously changing into something you deemed inconspicuous. just ten minutes, it was all you needed.

don't throw all your progress away for ten minutes.

you stared at the mirror, trying to find a single good reason to stay home. yet, every thought in your mind convinced you that this, this is what you needed. you needed to hear him express his regret, his remorse to other people. people who once trusted and supported him in his endeavors, only to be woefully let down by his bouts of anger.

this will just make you hurt more. don't do this.

you discarded every invasive voice in the back of your brain and found yourself at the library come noon, hidden behind a bookshelf. you browsed the shelves with unseeing eyes, thoughts drowned out by the low murmur of the large crowd seated in front of the small stage in the center.

the library was home to many plays around the city, which you found ironic. would this be another display of dramatism and lies?

just as you found a book with a flattering cover, the mic whined with a little feedback.

"sorry about that."

you knew the voice, but the genuineness was foreign to you. you peeked over the row of books, your blood running cold as you saw katsuki sitting meekly on a chair on the stage.

"hello, everyone. i'm, uh, i'm bakugo katsuki, but most of you might know me as dynamight," he began, scanning the crowd, "a lot of you might not be fond of me based, um, based on my time as a hero."

many voices mumbled in agreement at that, which made him laugh, just the slightest. it made your chest swell with pride he didn't deserve.

"and i really don't blame you. i carried a lot of my immaturity from high school into adulthood. my biggest problem was that i saw heroism as a means to an end, a," he motioned with his hands, trying to find the words, "a stepping stone to being 'the best'--whatever that means. and i got lost in my obsession with my image."

you listened intently, at least half sure that you were listening to a complete stranger talk. the katsuki you knew had nowhere near this much humility.

"with that being said, my first apology goes to you, the people of this beloved city. you deserved someone who had your best interest at heart, and i'm sorry that couldn't be me. but, rest assured, i am very familiar with the current top ten and can say with confidence that they are the heroes you deserve."

you found yourself tearing up at his words, so awestruck by the complete 360 in his persona.

the crowd cheered at his words, as pleasantly surprised with his chanage as you were.

"thank you," he chuckled when the crowd quieted down, "next, i'd like to apologize to my friends and family. they definitely got some of the worst of it. for years, they suggested therapy for the anger that i just couldn't seem to control. and for years, brushed them off, over and over again. i insisted that my anger was fuel for my quirk, when in reality, it was detrimental. dangerous. so, mom, dad, all my friends, i'm sorry it took me so long to take your advice. thank you for standing by me."

you werent sure if the session was being broadcasted, but you sure hope it was. kirishima, mina, sero, and denki deserved to hear it. more than that, you were shocked to discover that he'd also been in therapy. so he really meant it..

another round of applause.

"last, and most important," he sucked in a sharp breath, "i'd like to apologize to the love of my life."

you stilled, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over your head. no, no way.

"i spent three amazing years with the only person i could ever see myself loving. they were the most patient, the most kind person you could ever imagine. they stood by me during every slandering headline, every angry episode, every single ugly moment. they were there."

you covered your mouth and crouched down to the floor, squeezing you eyes shut. no, hell no, you refused to cry.

he exhaled shakily, rubbing a sweaty palm against his jeans, "they were devoted to me, to us. i'd be nothing without their impact on my life, and i've done the worst job at showing it. i," he stammered, scrunching his eyebrows together, "i ruined what we had, and i've never regret anything more. i know all the philanthropy and therapy and apologies in the world can never take back my insensitivity, but i will never stop being sorry, and i swear i'll grow every day."

you had to clamp your hand harder over your mouth to prevent any sniffles or sobs from escaping and alerting everyone to your presence. his words were so genuine, so wholehearted that you knew he truly had changed.

"i'll love them forever, regardless of if they hate me. with that love, i'll destroy any semblance of the douchebag-asshole-monster i used to be." he smiled out to the crowd as a final goodbye, "thank you, everyone. you don't owe me your forgiveness, but i hope you'll consider forgiving me one day."

people clapped, whistled, cheered for him as he turned off the mic.

meanwhile, your heart was racing. you didn't have a single coherent thought in your mind other than the fact that he loved you. he loves you.

he wasn't begging or crying this time, his acts weren't out of desperation. he was completely and totally vulnerable in front of a group of people that he didn't even know included you.

as people flooded out of the library, you shakily pushed yourself to your feet. what now? how could you possibly be expected to walk all the way to your car and drive home in this state of mind?

with a quick breathing technique your therapist taught you, you calmed down enough to get your hands to stop trembling.

katsuki had started helping the security guards pick up and stack the chairs, making small talk with them as they cleaned up the area.

you wiped at your cheeks, hoping they weren't too blotchy. with a quiet breath, you silently crept away from behind the bookshelf and toward the exit.

unfortunately, your far-from ninja-like skills couldn't get past the years of hero instincts engraved in every muscle fiber of katsuki's body.

"y/n?"

you froze, shoulders tensing as you slowly turned around.

"hey, bakugo," you cleared your throat, averting your eyes, "that was, uh, that was nice of you. good job."

there was something undetectable in his face, something you couldn't put your finger on, "oh, thanks, i-" he stepped closer, but stopped when he sensed your hesitance, "i didn't expect to see you here."

"i didn't expect to be here." you said honestly, fidgeting with your fingers, "but i should, uh, probably get going."

he opened and shut his mouth a few times before he sighed and nodded, "okay. but i really meant it, you know? everything i said."

fuck, you were going to cry again. you didn't want to, not in front of him.

"i know." you nodded, "i don't.. hate you, you know? we both had issues that we chose to resolve separately."

"i just wish," he sighed, looking for the words, "i wish that was't the case."

you couldn't hold in your tears anymore, a few cascading down your cheek, but you quickly wiped them away.

"i know." you swallowed hard, trying to prevent your voice from doing that embarrassing, high-pitched crack, "i do too."

he opened his arms, offering a hug and you just couldn't say no. the space was so perfectly carved for you.

you hugged him tight, burying your face into his shoulder.

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i'm sorry for everything." he whispered into your hair, his voice wet with tears, "i never deserved you."

you just cried harder, knuckles white as you gripped onto the back of his shirt. you wanted to speak, to reassure him that it wasn't completely his fault, but you couldn't pause for a breath long enough to say a single word.

instead, the two of you dropped to the ground, arms wrapped around each other with a desperation that you only feel for each other. a once-in-a-lifetime desperation.

the two of you cried and held each other, and somehow you knew everything was going to be okay.

and this concludes the triology! thank you for the overwhelming support on this series that wasn't even meant to be a series!

taglist: @blackout-ice-biohazard @survivorofmath @iam-thevillain-of-thisstory @odessa-is-my-queen @firesmokeandashes @valentineshiftz @sil-ver-shadow @echosfadve

[odinsblog]

Krystal Anderson, a former cheerleader for the Kansas City Chiefs, died of sepsis last week following a stillbirth, according to her family. She was 40 years old.

Anderson, known to her friends as “Krissy,” was hospitalized at five months pregnant and delivered her daughter, Charlotte Willow, after doctors were unable to locate a heartbeat, friends told FOX4 News. She developed a fever a day after the birth. Her condition worsened and she battled sepsis, which eventually led to organ failure. Despite being placed on life support and undergoing three surgeries, she died early Wednesday morning.

“I feel lost,” her husband, Clayton Anderson, told the station. “There’s a lot of people in this house and it feels empty.”

In her post-NFL career, Anderson taught yoga and worked as a software engineer at Oracle Health. She “fiercely advocated” for both Black women in STEM and women’s health, according to an obituary. She also had a philanthropic streak, and worked with Big Brothers and Big Sisters of KC, the perinatal bereavement nonprofit Gabriella’s Little Library, and the Oracle Health Foundation.

“She was an absolute force for good. She made every room just light up,” her husband said.

While overall maternal deaths in the U.S. have steadily ticked up over the past two decades, Black women remain two to three times more likely to die in childbirth than white women, according to data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. With the risks to Black mothers exacerbated by implicit bias and medical racism, they are also more likely to experience life-threatening complications like preeclampsia, postpartum hemorrhage, and blood clots.

“It’s, you know, we say, the best country in the world, right?” Anderson’s husband told FOX4 News. “Not if you’re a Black pregnant woman, it’s not—and that needs to change.”

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[berryflavouredkoolaid]

Clarissa Gilmore - Gilmore Girls OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Clarissa Emily Gilmore

Nicknames: Clary (By most)

Birthdate: June 21st, 1985

Residence: Hartford, Connecticut | New York City, New York | Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Skin Tone: Pale

Height: 5’7

Body Type: Ectomorph

Misc: she has freckles, high cheekbones, and a defined jawline

Faceclaim: Michelle Tractenberg

~ Background ~

Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

As the youngest daughter of Emily and Richard Gilmore, Clarissa was raised with her sister looming over her. Her parents were always rather overbearing and protective over her. Clarissa was expected to fulfill many of their expectations for Lorelai. However, she was quite different from her sister.

~ Family ~

Mother: Emily Gilmore

Growing up, Emily placed many expectations on Clarissa. She was expected to fulfill the hole left by Lorelai’s unceremonious escape. However, Emily often encourages Clarissa’s interests and aspirations. Emily can be a bit strict to Clarissa, anxious not to let her end up like her sister.

Father: Richard Gilmore

Richard and Clarissa are very different people. This often shows in their near-opposite views on life. While Clarissa is much more prone to imagination and creativity, Richard prides himself on his realism and practicality. This causes arguments between them, particularly on the subject of Clarissa’s aspirations in the artistic world. Nonetheless, at the end of the day, Richard can normally be persuaded to see Clarissa’s vision and is proud of her regardless.

Sister: Lorelai Gilmore

Lorelai and Clarissa have a simultaneously united yet awkward relationship. With Lorelai often talking their parents down from their more deranged plans for herself and Clary. However, as Lorelai was largely not part of Clary’s life, their relationship is closer to distant relatives rather than sisters.

Niece: Lorelai “Rory” Gilmore

Rory and Clarissa’s relationship is often charged with resentment. To Clary, Rory is everything she isn’t. Booksmart, with respectable and realistic plans for her future, and without Clary’s rebellious streak. Clary was often subject to comparison by her parents to Rory and their relationship has suffered from her jealousy.

~ Schooling & Career ~

School: Chilton Preparatory Academy

Best Class: English Literature/Art

Worst Class: Biology

Clubs:

The Franklin - Staff Member

Clarissa wrote the Arts & Culture section for the Chilton school paper, The Franklin. She concentrated on local artists and activities around Hartford and wrote reviews of gallery shows and performances.

Chilton Preparatory Society for the Arts - Founder & President

Clarissa formed the Chilton Preparatory Society for the Arts in her freshman year. The society regularly holds charity shows to raise money for various causes, both philanthropic and academic.

Sports:

Basketball - Team Manager

Clarissa played basketball in primary school. Unfortunately, she sucked at it. In secondary, she became team manager for the boys team as there was no girls team.

University: Columbia University/Barnard College

Major: Fine Arts

Minors: World Literature, Art History

Career: Artist

Following her graduation, Clary, anxious to leave New York after her breakup with Charles, received an offer to be an Artist-in-Residence in Philadelphia from a friend. She accepted immediately and moved there.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Since she was a child, Clarissa has always been a creative person. Ever curious, some of her fondest memories include visiting museums in Hartford with her parents. Clarissa is quite friendly and sweet. She enjoys learning about people and is an extrovert. A lover of all things artistic, Clarissa is never as happy as when she is in her room, painting or sketching with a good playlist on her stereo. Clarissa has a rather dry sense of humour, much like her sister.

Likes: Art, poetry, golfing, travelling, basketball, soap operas, thai food, pretty things, music, theatre, spicy food

Dislikes: Sculpture, boredom, blandness, dull colours, hiking, math

Hobbies: Painting, drawing, writing poetry, reading

Favourite Place: Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art

~ Relationships ~

Best Friend:

Avonlea Carter

Avonlea and Clarissa have been best friends since they were in diapers. Avonlea, the star of the Drama and Music department, complimented Clarissa’s fine arts-based talents perfectly. The pair have never had a fight and lived together in New York until Clarissa moved to Philadelphia.

Friends:

Louise Grant

Madeline Lynn

Nola March

Julia Kenting

Love Interests:

Theodore “Teddy” Carter

Clary’s first love, Teddy Carter, was her best friend’s older brother. They had known each other since they were children and Clary had had feelings for him for years. Teddy asked Clary to the Chilton Dance and she obviously accepted. Clary initially assumed he asked her because she was his little sister’s friend and didn’t have a date but he tells her he has feelings for her. They dated for about a year until his graduation. He was going to university across the country.

Jack Seymour

Jack Seymour and Clary had known each other for years. A member of the Chilton basketball team, Jack had joined up his freshmen year because he thought Clary was pretty. He made a habit of flirting with Clary, which she dismissed as just teasing. One evening at a party, Jack and Clary kissed. Clary quickly came to the realization that she had feelings for Jack. She asked him out a few days later and he said yes. They dated until a few weeks into college, when Jack broke up with her.

Patrick Nguyen

Patrick Nguyen deserved a lot better than what Clary gave him. Fresh off her breakup with Jack, Clary met Patrick at a college bar. They hooked up and she gave him her number. For the next year, Clary and Patrick entered a casual relationship. One evening, Clary told Patrick she loved him. She was drunk, and regretted it immediately. But, Patrick responded in kind. Clary couldn’t find it in herself to tell him she didn’t mean it. They started dating. For 3 months, Clary couldn’t get up the courage to tell him. Until, one night, it just slipped out. “I don’t love you.” And that was that, they broke up.

Charles Wendler

Charles Wendler was Clary’s first devestating heartbreak. She met him in her Art History class. He was an exchange student from England completing his graduate program and, to Clary, completely fascinating. Charles strung her along for a while, sometimes seeming head-over-heels and other times completely uninterested. On Clary’s 22st birthday, Charles’s girlfriend came to his apartment to surprise him while they were in a… compromising position. She didn’t see Charles for a week after that and heard nothing from him. She learned from her art history professor that he had gone back to England.

Jess Mariano

Clarissa remains convinced her and Jess’s meeting was an act of destiny. She wasn’t planning on staying in Philadelphia beyond her six month contract. But, Clarissa came into Truncheon Books one day, and he was working. She recognized him and they started talking. They met for coffee, as she didn’t really know anyone in Philly. They became fast friends, and as her contracted period came to a close, their feelings for each other became more apparent. They both knew about their mutual feelings but refused to confront them. When Clary told him she would be leaving in a few days, Jess was angry. They argued and she stormed out. They didn’t speak until the day of her flight out. Jess came to her apartment and she kissed him spontaneously. She bailed on her flight and ended up staying in Philadelphia with Jess.

Rivals:

Rory Gilmore

~ Misc & Notes ~

She loves Billy Joel with her entire heart.

Her favourite thing to paint is portraits, but she doesn’t do them very often because they’re very time-consuming and it’s hard to find models.

She and her dad used to go golfing every Sunday and she got to be really good at it. She still is.

She spent the summer between her graduation and first year of university in italy, painting.

Went on one hiking trip in 8th grade and swore on her life she would never do it again. She got her period for the first time on the trip and had to use toilet paper as a pad for the entire trip.

Whenever she is upset or stressed she goes to the Museum of Art and looks at all the paintings.

Sucks at sculpture, she’s just never been able to do it.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Aurelius

Birthday: January 29th

Age: 76

ENFP 7w6

Story: Interworld series - Book 5 The Save-the-World Club

An eccentric adventurer and inventor with a philanthropic streak. He is the founder and financial backer of the titular Save-the-World Club, a group of people who pitch in to create community efforts to repair any damages after Rift Entity attacks and lobby for the defence of affected civilians.

Though he is well-known in the City, he is often regarded as a fool or not taken seriously - it’s implied he intentionally plays up this image to obscure his true intelligence. Despite this, he often runs into money troubles due to his frivolous purchasing of random decor for the offices and spontaneous gifts for his workers.

[archivestarlyht]

sol’rys’ grudging respect for wyll because he is a very fine fighter, but can’t get over his philanthropic heroism. will flat out tell him it’s the sort of foolishness he’s only heard in stories. fox is bemused by wyll’s heroic streak and indulges it when he thinks he’ll get something out of it.

sol’rys. very enthusiastically. approves of lae’zel. and even karlach, even though karlach’s morality might align more closely with wyll’s. fox is a lot intimidated by lae’zel, and thinks karlach is a delight.

[snowfuls]

          introducing cordelia "cora" snow .

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 .

name : cordelia livia snow. meaning : latin , " heart " & greek , " maiden ". nickname : cora ( to all ) , delia ( if you hate her ). age : twenty two. birthdate : year fifty three att. gender identity : cisgender woman , she / her. orientation : bisexual , biromantic. place of birth : the capitol , panem. current residence : the capitol , panem. occupation : socialite , student at the academy , rebel.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 .

face claim : chase sui wonders. height : 5'4". hair : long , brunette in some lights , almost black in others with two faintly paler streaks in the front , alluding to her family's characteristic blonde. eyes : a warm brown , doe-like , incredibly emotive.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 .

myers - briggs : tbc. zodiac sign : aquarius. temperament : sanguine melancholic. moral alignment : neutral good. traits : perceptive , philanthropic , reticent , sincere , stifled & wayward. song : bite the hand by boygenius. pinterest : here.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 .

coriolanus snow i , grandfather. livia snow née cardew , grandmother. coriolanus snow ii , father. artemisia snow née dovecote , mother. caius snow , eldest brother. cyrillus snow , elder brother. cornelius snow (†) , uncle. constantinus snow , cousin.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 .

tw : death, murder.

      snow does indeed fall when cordelia, known to most as simply "cora", is born to the president's golden son in the midst of a long winter. the flakes swirl in their steady descent, each as distinctive and delicate as the next and altogether indicative of the daughter panem's first family had just welcomed into their world. and make no mistake, it was theirs.

      not just the youngest member of the revered snow family but the only daughter belonging to coriolanus' line too, cora was doted upon by all who met her and provided a silver spoon upbringing unlike any other. she was simultaneously a chess piece key to a game much larger than she could comprehend at her young age but one they were all keen to safeguard and so, it was decided that she'd be kept as pure as her surname might suggest, for as long as the family could afford.

      channels were blocked, images blurred and the unbecoming reality of the games her beloved grandfather helped facilitate was to be concealed from her. the pomp and pageantry of it all cora was allowed to partake in but the blood and brutality, the children slaughtered for sport... that she was so graciously spared from. it was in this valiant quest to shield her from the unsavoury parts of life however, that her family had unknowingly sown a seed of discontent within the young girl that was certain to one day bloom.

      blossom she does, becoming something of a princess to the capitolites... and the comparison isn't entirely unfounded either. for her life reflected the lives of those fabled women far more closely than many realised. residing within the walls of a tall, ivory tower, reinforced by her unique position in the family, cora spent a great deal of time under her grandparents' wing whilst her family sustained their status'. often seeking refuge amongst the shelves of the presidential mansion's library, the young girl would listen in at doors and feel oh so victimised whenever the mansion grew occupied by the usual onslaught of extravagant partygoers — her free rein over the house rudely cut short. more often than not, she'd be spotted hanging over the bannisters on those nights, peering down at them all in wonder, dreaming up what it was they were discussing so feverishly. nothing could have quite prepared her for the reality.

      the snow's had wielded power as if it were limitless for over half a century but it ultimately proved futile against a girl's mind grown curious. cora had attended a tribute parade, only to be set upon by a tribute who felt they had nothing to lose and when they were blown sky high several days, mere moments after entering the arena, the vivid imagery of the incident became inescapable... leading to a questioning wherein the truth had no other option but to out. cora had lived in blissful ignorance all her life. it was a privilege no child of the districts had ever been afforded and it was that very fact that made the divulgence so much worse in cora's eyes. her heart thoroughly torn in two, she felt everything she had ever known or held dear begin to rot in her mouth yet the horror was silent.

      plastering a smile to her face, a skill she'd swiftly come to perfect, the president's granddaughter feigns interest in the deadly games from then on. looking at cora, she appeared every bit the pretty, little socialite her parents had groomed her to be and in resigning herself to that role, she played the part effortlessly. it was hereditary after all. looking inward was a very different story however. cora was committed to rectifying how complicit she'd been raised to be in any way she could. starting small but growing ever wary in the knowledge that she would never be viewed as her own person to those she sought to ally herself with, but rather the ideal weapon to hurt her grandfather the most with. flanked by peacekeepers at almost every turn, all in the name of "protection", the leash she'd previously thought of as short had grown even shorter still in the years following that initial incident. whilst the other members of her family fought amongst themselves, usually for coriolanus' approval, cora tried to take herself off the board entirely, choosing to dedicate herself to her academic pursuits instead.

      it was during this time at the academy that she made the acquaintance of plutarch heavensbee at a gala one evening and despite being astonished at just how he'd come to know of her innermost turmoil, hidden between the lines of his amusing colloquialisms, the man presented her with an opportunity to change the course of history, for the better.

      katniss everdeen had, unknowingly, sparked rebellion in the hearts of citizens all across their "united" nation, the capitol included and her win of the 74th games only emboldened cora. content in playing her growing adoration for "the girl on fire" off as some adolescent fascination with the enduring gossip surrounding her hair, her clothes, her love life... cora grew more acquainted with the idea of revolution than ever before. her elevated position afforded her access and insight into the very heart of the capitol itself: the presidential mansion and so, she began to set about changing the hearts and minds of her contemporaries. it was time to act.

[necromatador]

16 (especially the last parts), 24, 29, and 41 for Jaz and Alkimos!

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

Jaz is the owner and head enchanter of The Spell Counter, a major magical supply store that sells a variety of items such as enchanted tools, magical accessories and clothes, potions and charms, and ingredients for at-home witchery. He loves doing this, to be honest. Enchanting and doing so creatively is Enrichment to him. It gives him puzzles to pick at and problems to solve. He just hates that there are so many rules and laws to creating enchantments (though he understands why some exist). Jaz is also the head of the largest illegal enchantments and potions supply ring in Gallecross, the Hellebore Council. He sees it as a necessary evil but also takes a good deal of pleasure in working from the shadows like this and the power and influence it affords him. Alkimos is Jaz's second-in-command and bodyguard in their work running the Hellebore Council, and he is also the co-owner and head alchemist at The Spell Counter. He views potion-brewing similarly to the way Jaz views enchanting: puzzles and problems to work at and solve that keep his mind and hands busy in a productive and pleasant manner. He also, like Jaz, takes some pleasure in working on the Hellebore Council; it feels like a place he fits in more than general society does. He can be himself and he doesn't have to abide by rules he finds pointless.

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

Jaz likes to attend higher-class parties and Alkimos, as Jaz's bodyguard, usually attends as well. Jaz likes to socialize and enjoys networking at such things, as well as gossiping. Alkimos like to eat funny little snacks and have the occasional wine or champagne while making sure nobody tries to kill Jaz and that Jaz doesn't get too drunk and makes it home okay. Jaz belongs essentially to at least one country club as well (again, he mostly uses it as networking with Gullible Rich People or Politicians He Can Blackmail) where he plays the semi-truthful role of a self-made rich 'playboy' with a philanthropic streak. He plays the law-abiding and good-hearted merchant prince, a shining beacon for his kind. All the roles that he and Alkimos play to survive in Gallecross are at least partially based in truth. They are self-made business-folk. They do have philanthropic goals and initiatives in progress to pursue them. Jaz fucking loves gossip. Alkimos enjoys eating all of the snooty rich people's silly but tasty little snacks.

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Jaz's weaknesses are: - his temper - his pride/hubris - his ego/vanity - his attachment to Alkimos - his desire for vengeance Alkimos' weaknesses are: - his pessimism/cynical nature - his stubbornness - his attachment to Jaz - his bluntness - his hubris (about different things than Jaz)

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

They both have at least some self-awareness and use it, at times, to be self-deprecating to each other when they feel bad or when things go wrong. It's like that case where you know your flaws but cannot fix them alone so whenever they cause a problem you go quietly to your friends and go "hey hi i'm the worst" and they go "yeah that wasn't the best idea but you aren't the worst you're just a dumbass who we love". Jaz takes himself less seriously than Alkimos takes himself because he secretly feels like everything about him is fake (which is why he reacts so negatively to being told he's fake like to his face) and it gives him a certain ironic detachment sometimes.

[acharyaganesh123]

Saturn in Satabhisha Nakshatra: Unveiling the Enigmatic Energy

In the intricate tapestry of Vedic astrology, Saturn, the stern and disciplined taskmaster, takes on a unique persona when placed in the enigmatic Shatabhisha Nakshatra. This celestial combination brings forth an intriguing blend of energies, offering both challenges and transformative opportunities.

Shatabhisha Nakshatra: The Hundred Healers

Before delving into the profound influence of Saturn in Satabhisha, it's essential to understand the nature of this Nakshatra. Shatabhisha, often referred to as "The Hundred Healers," resides in the zodiac sign of Aquarius, ruled by Saturn itself. This Nakshatra is symbolized by an empty circle, emphasizing the theme of emptiness and the void.

Saturn's Stoic Presence

Saturn, known as Shani in Vedic astrology, embodies discipline, responsibility, and karma. When placed in Shatabhisha, Saturn's influence becomes more pronounced and unique. This combination bestows a stoic and detached demeanor upon individuals. They tend to approach life's challenges with a sense of detachment, much like a healer who remains calm and impartial in the face of suffering.

The Altruistic Healer

Saturn in Satabhisha individuals often have a strong humanitarian streak. They possess the ability to see beyond the surface and recognize the suffering of others. This Nakshatra's healing energy awakens their desire to serve and uplift those in need. They may actively engage in philanthropic or social work, driven by a deep sense of responsibility towards society.

Unconventional Thinkers

Shatabhisha's unconventional and progressive nature merges with Saturn's structured approach. This results in individuals who are not afraid to challenge societal norms and conventions. They possess a unique ability to think outside the box, often coming up with groundbreaking solutions to complex problems.

The Detoxifying Influence

Shatabhisha is associated with healing and purification. When Saturn's disciplined energy is combined with this Nakshatra's attributes, it often signifies a period of inner cleansing and transformation. Individuals with Saturn in Satabhisha may undergo significant spiritual or psychological growth, shedding old beliefs and habits that no longer serve them.

Challenges and Growth

While Saturn in Satabhisha brings many positive attributes, it also presents its set of challenges. The strong Saturnine influence can make individuals prone to self-doubt and pessimism. They may struggle with inner conflicts, torn between their desire for independence and their sense of responsibility towards others.

Conclusion

Saturn's placement in Shatabhisha Nakshatra is a celestial invitation to embark on a journey of healing, transformation, and service. Individuals with this placement possess a unique blend of discipline, compassion, and unconventional thinking. While they may face internal struggles, their potential for personal growth and positive societal impact is immense. This combination reminds us that even in the emptiness of life, there exists the opportunity for profound healing and change.

[xhalcyxn]

Oliver Holmes

Occupation: Senior at Mathieson College - Major Business Management Species: Wizard Age: 22 FC: Froy Gutierrez

From leading scientists and top scholars to favored politicians for arcane rights and combat medal-of-honor recipients – the Holmes family has been a pillar in the magical community from the dawn of magic’s awakening.  They founded the Foundation of Magical Creatures to help and aid those in need. Engaged in more philanthropic events and charities than any other family. Fought for equal rights for those of the arcane world. And most notably, reopened Mathieson College to provide the same opportunities as many of their own family members had prior to the school burning down. While the nation may not have royalty, the Holmes family came close to qualifying. And thus, Oliver Holmes was born a modern-day prince.

The eldest son of the immediate Holmes family children, Oliver was provided with every opportunity that would ensure his success. Private schools, tutors, music lessons, etiquette lessons, and more. His days were often filled with being shepherded from one lesson to the next, one lecture to another. While other children were out playing in the streets or playing video games, Oliver was at home in the study with books far above his age or taking dancing lessons with his older sister Tabitha. His parents and grandparents would tolerate nothing less than perfection. Their means of maintaining perfection; however, were often enacted behind closed doors and away from prying eyes and listening ears. It only took Oliver acting out twice for him to learn to never step a toe out of line.

The two young siblings often confided in one another late at night under the blankets in their hidden alcove in the attic. Tabitha was often held to a higher standard than Oliver, expected to be a Lady of Holmes which had far more duties and impressions than Oliver thought reasonable. Tabitha often brought ice packs for Oliver’s hands. Oliver learned how make-up could hide bruises with Tabitha’s guidance and her face the canvas. The siblings would spend those quiet hours reassuring one another that it was necessary, that part of being a Holmes meant being tough and enduring. However, as the years went on, they found themselves spending less and less time with one another. Tabitha swept away by their mother and grandmother and Oliver forced into every sport and more lessons than he thought imaginable. If he saw her in passing in the hallway with tear-streaked cheeks – he said nothing. If she saw him wincing at a step down the stairs – she said nothing.

In high school, Oliver held true to his family’s desired image. Nothing less than best. He waltzed the hallways with an air of importance and a smirk on his lips as if he knew a secret that no other soul knew. A reminder to everyone that he was a Holmes and at the top of the food chain. However, being a Holmes also meant befriending anyone who wanted to speak with him, volunteering at any fundraising event, or loudly advocating for one current issue or another. High school also brought the smallest ounce of freedom. His parents had given birth to his younger brother Matthias a few years prior and being old enough now to be thrust into the Holmes family regime, they were occupied. The rare moments when Oliver had time to himself, he often found that he had no idea what to do.

What did other kids his age do? Oliver’s finances were too closely monitor to buy a game console. Every time he picked up his phone to text a friend, he found himself putting the phone down with a resigned sigh. No one was allowed to visit the Holmes house unless for an event and he doubt he’d be allowed out to meet up with a friend. But… what if? The first time Oliver snuck out from the house, he stayed at the end of the property line. Too hyperaware of every noise and shift of the shadows. The second time Oliver snuck out, he found himself sitting alone at the coffee shop just half a block away from home. Each time, Oliver pressed his luck a little further to see just how much farther he could venture without being caught. It was an exhilarating freedom, defying all the rules that had been set in stone for majority of his childhood.

Seventeen years old, Oliver snuck out to attend a party thrown by one of his friends for the first time and he felt alive. It was his first taste of alcohol, his first experience of loud music, and the first time he found he could fade away. He was still Oliver Holmes. He was still noticed by plenty of people. But if he closed his eyes and let the music take over, he could fade away and forget it all. Oliver took every opportunity to sneak out to attend parties thrown by other friends or sneaking into the late-night clubs. His first foray into magical drugs left him feeling as if he’d left the world – a feeling he found himself repeatedly seeking. But during the day, Oliver maintained the Holmes image. He studied hard, went to every lesson, attended fundraiser events with his family, and always smiled to every camera.

When the time came for college applications, it was no surprise that Oliver would be applying for Mathieson. They knew better than anyone else that there are no guarantees with the new acceptance policies that Albert Holmes, his grandfather, set in place. Tabitha had been accepted a year prior and that had been a celebration of a century. Now, it was Oliver’s turn. But as he sent off his application and his parents expressed their hopes for him to be a Mathieson student – the silent words spoke louder. Be accepted. Or else.

By the grace of magic, Oliver had been accepted into Mathieson. He began his life at the college riding the high of achieving what his parents wanted while also obtaining freedom from the Holmes house. Orientation had been a whirlwind of information and people, but he’d always remember the heavy hand placed on his shoulder at the end of the welcome ceremony. Headmaster Bartholomew grinned down at Oliver and said, “Mathieson is a place where anyone can learn who they truly are…

Who are you, Oliver?”

[pyrettawychwiggin]

'Wishful Thinking' - Character Page for Himawari Sasaki (OC x Nanami Kento)

Name: Himawari Sasaki

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/Her

Level: 3

Height: 5'9"

Hair Colour: Honey Brown (with a mallen streak on one side)

Eye Colour: Olive/Green

Occupation: Masseuse/Acupuncturist

Afiliation: Tokyo Jujutsu High (former)

Grade: Grade 3

Cursed Technique: Minor Time Manipulation (further explained below the cut)

Cursed Tool: Senbon Needles

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Appearance: Himawari is tall with straight honey brown hair down to the middle of her back. She sports a streak of grey hair on one side from overuse of her power (explained below). Her skin is peach-coloured and lightly freckled, and her eyes are olive green. She has always been taller than average, and she has always kept relatively fit. She has a permanent patch of age spots over her forearms that she cannot get rid of (explained below) that she is sometimes self-conscious of, causing her to often wear long-sleeve shirts or wraps.

She tends to wear semi-casual clothing; her signature look is a knitted olive-green sweater that hangs off her shoulder, showing a slate grey cropped tank top underneath. She usually prefers to wear simple dark grey jeans and brown leather boots, but she occasionally likes to wear long sundresses on warm days. When she's being a little flashier, her go-to is scales/snakeskin print.

She has pierced ears that usually simply have small rose-gold hoops in them, and a green ivy and snake tattoo around her upper left arm.

Personality: Himawari is a relatively quiet woman who has a calm and laid-back air to her most of the time. Though she enjoys spending time with her close friends, and likes to go out from time-to-time, she is very much a homebody who enjoys the peace and quiet of her lazy days at home with her many plants, two cats (Hoshi & Kumo) and ball python (Ki). She has a somewhat cheesy and self-deprecating sense of humour.

She is kind-hearted and loves animals, occasionally taking in injured creatures she finds to nurse them back to health and release them back into the wild when she has the time and resources. She sometimes wonders if she should have gone into veterinary medicine rather than massage therapy.

About Her Abilities:

Himawari can reverse time in a small radius of around 6-10 feet, but her control of this ability is somewhat limited. She never quite learned how to properly balance her technique, so she only tends to use it in small increments; but it has many uses. She can slowly bring a plant back to life by using it in small, concentrated bursts. She can reverse small injuries that have occurred recently by essentially 'undoing' them, etc. However, this power works by reversing time at triple the speed, but her body acts as if time is going forward, causing her to essentially speed up her own aging in the process; paired with the amount of raw cursed energy her ability requires, it always takes a toll of her.

She cannot use her time manipulation on herself.

Due to the nature of her ability, she prefers not to use it. When she does, it's done so in tiny increments, and usually directed through her trademark crystal senbon needles for better control.

If she is forced to attack, she tends to immobilize rather than outright destroy her opponent, sending her senbon needles out with incredible accuracy into her enemy's pressure points, causing them to stumble, freeze or collapse. If she needs to be more aggressive, she can flare the cursed energy within the needles instantly and cause them to shatter like a frag grenade in her opponent's body, inflicting a great deal of pain in the process.

Hand-to-hand combat has not always been her strong suit, but she has some skill in grappling and basic self-defense. Her actual skills lie in her speed and accuracy, as long as she can calm her nerves enough to get into the fray.

General Facts:

• Her grey streak was not from birth, nor was it intentional. She once overused her time reversal and pushed it way too far, causing a patch of her hair to turn silver. This also left her with a permanent patch of age spots over her forearms.

• She enrolled at Jujutsu High School when she was about 16 years old. She selected a set of crystal senbon needles as her cursed tool, and was initially excited about the prospect of becoming a healer, hoping to use her time reversal solely for this goal, but when she and two other students were sent on their first real mission, she crumbled and wound up being a liability due to her inability to overcome her fear of the mid-level curses they faced. When one of her teammates wound up losing an arm protecting her, she pushed herself farther than she ever had, using her time reversal to grow their arm back in a frenzied burst of cursed energy that left her forearms smattered in age spots and a permanent grey streak in her hair. Knowing a time would come where she would be sent on solo missions, she decided to leave the school before she even graduated to live a quiet life away from it all in hopes that she could learn to better balance her energy through her own self-practice and regulation.

• She and Nanami knew of each other as distant classmates in school, but they were never really properly acquainted beyond simply knowing each other's names, grades and general abilities. One or twice, she's seen he and some of the other sorcerers on missions in the city, but she always chooses to let them do their jobs without interruption. A part of her feels guilty for leaving the school, and there's a feeling of shame in the back of her mind.

• She has lived alone in a small flat outside the city limits of Shibuya for the last five years, preferring the silence of the outer limits over the bustling excitement of the city. She works part-time as a massage therapist and acupuncturist at a clinic in the city, only working three back-to-back days a week where she prefers to stay in hotels before returning to her home outside the city.

• Her two cats are named Hoshi & Kumo. Hoshi is a fluffy black Himalayan cat with one eye, and Kumo is a Russian blue cat with cloudy blue eyes. The two were raised by Himawari as kittens and are rarely seen apart from each other. Both of them are very friendly, even to strangers.

• Himawari has had a couple relationships, most of which were casual. The two longer relationships she's had ended rather unremarkably, and after her most recent relationship ended a year ago, she's been content to stay single for the time being to focus on herself.

• She is an insomniac with permanent bags under her eyes. She drinks coffee and tea regularly, but mainly for the taste; she finds that the caffeine does almost nothing for her.

• She has a habit of picking at her nails; a nervous trait she's had ever since she was a child.

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Stay tuned for 'Wishful Thinking!"

~ Pyretta

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[vyrulent]

The same could be said for those that were members of the Watch. Some were incredibly loyal, others... well, their loyalty would be tested at a later date -- one that he knew would be fast approaching.

It wasn't lost on Damien that he may have a bit of a rebellious streak just as his father was noted to have. Though, it was a rare thing that he was able to completely unwind and allow himself the freedom that other sons were allowed.

"Thorn Industries holds quite a hold on the food industry," Damien admitted, "along with other philanthropic endeavors. We don't align ourselves in political sides or worry for the violence of warring nations. Starving people are starving regardless of the country they are born into and what that country's leaders political beliefs are... and if my Father's word just happens to latch on then," his smile was flashed to his maternal grandmother, "so be it. I don't have to deal with the bickering of opponents that want to fight on who to support and ally with. It's all to spread dear ol' dad's dream."

There's a pause.

"Do you think my mother would approve of all of this? That she'd see how hard I've worked to set about this dream for him?"

"If you intend to use Norman Bates as your model for maternal relationships or otherwise, I'd advise against it," Lilith told him, a knowing look in her eyes, a wry amusement teasing at the corner of her lips.

"His plan and...not yours?" She gauged, reading between the lines of what she suspected was the tell-tale sign of rebellion, of the innate and entirely natural desire to...make his own, undictated, mark. It shouldn't come as a surprise; any child of a fallen angel, of a celestial that had defied his very creator, was bound to have that same infernal independence running in their veins.

"The Nazarene had a habit for destroying religious temples and raising the dead...much of what humans had decided to base their lives around is their own invention. With the Nazarene's name attached to it." That was the difference between someone who had simply read history and someone who had lived it; it was all too clear to see the discrepancies. "And humans like to cling to what they made for themselves. They find themselves irrationally attached." She punctuated the observation with a roll of the eyes.

"Well, Lucifer certainly wants to allow them their sins," Lilith admitted, though privately doubting he wanted freedom in same way Damien seemed to believe it. Perhaps he did, once, but time had changed him, and power, ruling an entire realm, could all too easily go to anyone's head.

"Thorn Industries isn't something I've ever really paid attention to," she admitted freely, shrugging slightly. "So what exactly does it do when it goes to these places that the...Red Cross won't venture?"

[lady-of-the-lotus]

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory au, with Xue Yang as Charlie. Except instead of humbleness and joy winning the day, ragmuffin Xue Yang, having won a golden ticket by shoplifting a candy bar, systematically kills/sabotages all the other golden ticket winners (spoiled rich cultivatoresque spawn!) to win ownership of the candy factory. How do you think August Gloop really fell in the chocolate river? Not gravity alone.

Next gen of Oompa Loompas are fierce corpses, and Xue Yang is extremely happy using his demented creativity to develop new candy inventions. (Several can double as weapons but the FDA doesn’t have to know that do they.)

[fantastic-nonsense]

As a person who hasn’t read a lot of Batman comics from before he had Robin, how accurate is The Batman in it’s portrayal of Bruce? Did Bruce really not start pretending to be more of a socialite playboy till Year Two?

tl;dr "depends on the comics you read." Some people complaining about The Batman truly think that "Bruce Wayne the airheaded playboy" is the only public-facing persona Bruce has ever had and it shows, but Bruce as an affable socialite and playboy is a thing the comics have cultivated for decades. So Reeves' take, while somewhat based in comic canon as well, is definitely the minority interpretation.

The short answer is no, the "socialite playboy" persona is absolutely a core part of Bruce's early days as Batman, for a variety of reasons. Bruce doesn't always portray himself that way to the public, but he tends to adopt the playboy persona early on and (somewhat) shed it after being Batman for awhile rather than it being something he only adopts later on.

Stories like Year One and The Long Halloween are pretty careful to show Bruce cultivating that airheaded playboy persona, mostly because he thinks it's the best way to distract people from thinking he might be Batman. However, I will note that outside of some notable exceptions (Bruce does tend to seriously date women who are either wealthy socialites or morally ambiguous women who can kick his ass, after all), his "playboy persona" is largely a ruse even in his early days; most of his dating life is more along the lines of "take women out on a couple of dates, make sure they enjoy themselves, and then thank them for their time or pretend to run off with another woman."

But Bruce has been portrayed as a more serious, level-headed public figure before on several occasions. In fact, I'd say the majority of his modern public persona tends to be more along the lines of "not the absolute brightest bulb in the box, but a generally intelligent, well-meaning guy who happens to have an unfortunate playboy streak."

He is genuinely known for his philanthropy, generosity, and humanitarian work, and that's also something that Comics!Bruce is committed to since the very beginning (unlike Reeves' Bruce). However, I think the change to "recluse who really doesn't do much as Bruce Wayne" actually works really well in the movie because it's a change that's in conversation with decades of non-comics Batman media rather than the comics themselves. It's a plotpoint that is deliberately designed to explicitly address and ultimately subvert the tired Twitter hottake that Bruce should be "using his money to help clean up Gotham" instead of dressing up in a Bat suit and "beating up poor people."

Comic readers know Bruce is known for his philanthropy and unending fight against corruption as Bruce Wayne; we understand that he's committed himself to fighting crime both by day and by night. BTAS/DCAU fans generally know too. But for people who basically just interact with Batman through the big-budget movie space, the explicit conversation of "Bruce is rich, what's he doing for Gotham outside of Batman?" hasn't ever really been had outside of some charity galas and throwaway lines about funding community improvement initiatives.

Thus, I think if you're looking for a Bruce Wayne characterization that Rob's Bruce is patterned on and in conversation with, you should actually be looking at Michael Keaton's "secluded recluse" Bruce Wayne from Batman '89 rather than the comics. Keaton's Bruce is pretty clearly one of the bases for Pattinson's Bruce even if the two movies' perspectives on that type of characterization are radically different from each other (ie, Keaton!Bruce is a somewhat functional human being, he just generally chooses to not engage with the public).

Reeves' Bruce is a Bruce that is so wholly committed to Batman being the best way to live his life and achieve his goals that he's deliberately neglecting everything else: his father's philanthropic work, his status as Head of Wayne Enterprises, active oversight of the Gotham Renewal Fund, etc. He initially sees no use for the many mechanisms available to him to tackle the sources of crime rather than the symptoms of it, and it's a viewpoint that is directly challenged by the events of the film. It's pretty clear that by the end (especially after his realization that Falcone has only been able to use the Renewal Fund to fuel Gotham's corruption for the past 20+ years because of his refusal to oversee it and actively engage with the public), he's changed his mind and realized that it's the wrong way to approach things.

It's not particularly common for the comics to portray Bruce this way, but it does happen. Reeves took quite a bit of worldbuilding inspiration from Batman: Earth One, an AU modernization of Bruce's origins where Bruce is portrayed as a more serious figure who isn't particularly involved in public life; he's active as CEO of WE, but (to my knowledge, since I have yet to read it) the playboy persona isn't really a thing in that universe. So I would say that if you're looking for the answer to "is Reeves' Bruce actually based in comic canon?" the answer is technically yes, but you mainly have to look at AU/Elseworlds comics for that interpretation, not mainverse canon.

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Here I am fashionably late to this post but I wanted to do it PROPERLY since Inquest characters are my jam.

Jaanos is a respected and powerful Director these days, allowing for a great amount of influence and autonomy with his own projects and those that he sponsors. He got his start in the Arcane Eye when he was younger as a security inspector but didn't realize his true passion for alchemy, geneware and biotech until he joined the Inquest. He is the mastermind behind several high concept projects and labs, one of them the infamous "D-R Alpha" that resulted in a mysterious reactor core meltdown and all traces of the lab's secret location has been scrubbed. Jaanos' public face is suave, charismatic and enthusiastically compassionate. He's spearheaded more than a few philanthropic events that funnel funds into causes such as medical supplies and personnel for refugees, orphanages and more. The darker side of the coin: His continued obsession with gene splicing, magical mutation and biotech and he hides a sharp temper and dogged ruthlessness when it comes to getting what he wants.

Euphix is feared by Peacemakers and his coworkers alike. The records of his origins are either lost, corrupted or squirreled away somewhere. His position in the megakrewe is a communications and intelligence officer, rumor has it he was one of the geniuses behind the development of the communications array in Rata Primus. He's a master of sound and sonic manipulation, and his array of weapons and golemites make him a force to be reckoned with if encountered on the field. He's also a lover of music however and is the true driving force behind what he does. He's fiercely loyal to the Inquest and has a bit of a superiority complex, but he is not needlessly cruel. Success of the mission is his top priority above all else and he does it with precision. Little to no collateral damage happens on his watch, so as long as someone doesn't get in the way of him doing his job he only remains a latent threat.

Vittrixa is a Captain of a squad of elite warriors and golem pilots, the Inquest's answer to Peacemaker shocktroopers. She often works in conjunction with Euphix for field intelligence before a mission and like him, is all about results. She is cold and a bit of a hardass to her underlings but this is all because she cares for the safety of her squad members a great deal. She never goes after civilian targets if she can help it but she shows no mercy to those on the battlefield, especially Peacemakers which she seems to harbor an especially deep grudge (hint: She used to be one and her ex joined them just to spite her).

Skorr is a wildcard and an agent of chaos, literally. While other Revenants channel legends from the Mists, they use their Mist-given powers as a form of chaos magic. A part of the squad that Captain Vittrixa leads, they tend to butt heads often as their methodology and ethics differ. They're calculating and have a sadistic streak but they do their best to keep it under wraps for the sake of professionalism, but they like to test Vittrixa at every opportunity by toeing the line as much as possible. They have a wit that cuts like a scalpel, living up to their name.

Warpp is surprisingly fun-loving and impish for being Inquest. He got his start as a humble airship mechanic that worked with the Aetherblades during the Scarlet's War days. Currently he's part of a small detachment that specialize in aerial combat and recon, lending he and his squad the moniker of "Seekers." His sense of humor can be callous and inappropriate for the situation, his aptitude for shadow magic and teleportation sometimes getting him into trouble. He lacks the hard-edged cruelty some of his fellows have and is in it more for the excitement and unusual job opportunities the Inquest provides, though he's still not above getting his hands dirty.

Alright peeps time for another Show Off Your Characters post.

Can't believe I haven't made this one already, but today's topic is: Inquest!

Share the worst of your worst. I want to see all your amoral criminals, tortured minds & misunderstood tragedies. Talk about them as much or little as you want, drop some pics. 3, 2, 1 go: