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fortunefool · 1 year ago

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hi hello everyone!! im here w yu sera and her luck manip ability!! aka ur rabbit's foot & broken mirror in one! ik ik ... 2 in 1 .... what a steal ! formal descriptions / pages will b coming this weekend!!!

dc is avail. upon req if u prefer it over tumblr ims (which im ok with, btw!!) & like this if u wna put our beasts in some situations (if u want to plot) ! OH! and ty to evry1 who has alrdy reached out!! tw for mentions of : death, murder, drowning, sewer side.

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ statistics .

name : yu sera. (유세라)

birthday: 980922. (twenty5)

hometown: yongin, south korea.

education: master degree in nursing, second yr.

residence: yellow hall('s resident advisor)

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ biography & co .

you see, sera's life has been L after L after L, back to back

her mother? poor, modest, v excited to have a daughter. her f*ther? HWAKTHU. fluctuating between rich and poor, gambling his life away, alw fucking around, messing w the wrong people, scamming!

scammer on scammer hate crime ensues when a dubious low budget genie irl tells sera's dad "give me all the $$$ u have. but dw dw! i can grant u a wish... such as.... i'll give ur newborn daughter the power of Luck." and he leaves out the part that Luck is bad n good.

and what does her dad do? he listens!!! a born, living, lucky charm? sign him tf up!!!! he waits for sera to be born, tells her mom that he has to leave n he will take sera (so he doesnt have to share the lucky charm yknow), the mom tries to fight for the daughter but... ope... person w money vs person w no money.... yea... head low.

sooooo, she spends her childhood pretty happy. daddy's girl n all! w an ability that she believes to be some form of Good Luck Manip. she sees her dad as the best man in the world and he. loves. it. why? bc it makes her ability v powerful and he keeps on winning, buying expensive things, not being caught etc etc... just living the best life off of sera... but ofc. nothing lasts forever.

sera enters her teenage years and hell breaks loose. she accidentally learns that her mother didnt abandon them (as per her dad's fake sob story), she figures out that her dad is no Fair businessman and it alllll comes crumbling down.

so young and so shaken up with new, different emotions, she quickly learns that she can manifest bad luck as well. luckily(?) for her dad, she was still in denial so the bad luck wasnt strong enough to k*ll him off.... but it did take away all of his riches which cld count as murder in his books. long story short, he becomes a Monster, trashes her things, kicks her out, leaves her out in the street w nothing.

i'll try to make this part rlly brief bc i want her Trauma to be traumaing but i also dont want to get into graphic deets!! couch surfing at a friend. friend dies. parents hate her. sera starts searching for her mom, someone tells her that she's dead. ope... sera tries to end it all bc of that by drowning. randomly gets saved. ends up living w this cute ol lil lady, a retired nurse, who feels like a grandma figure for sera... baow. accidental bad luck manifestation makes them get into an accident, guess who survives thru survival luck and who doesnt. yea....

so ... you may be thinking ... now what. WELL. she hears abt sua ... abt the Patch (one that she cldnt afford/get her hands onto) so she decides well. im sick of being the bad guy (accidentally) all the time, im sick of spiraling, im sick of my ability fluctuating. let me become a nurse and help out! maybe i'll finally get to use my power for proper good this time....

soooooo she tries to cheer up during her uni years. she gets more control over her ability but theres still lots to learn! her emotions still affect her deeply but its no longer THAAAAAAAAT bad.

her goals? become a v v v good nurse. gain complete control over her ability and use it w her job. help ppl w her power. find her mom. and... devious smile..... find her dad to k*ll him w the bad luck.

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luck manip!!! she can give u good luck or bad luck!!! her eyes turn green when it's good luck & black when it's bad luck! she can touch u, look at u, think of u, it works either way! ofc, she can do more w a touch than w a thought!

she can make you get the luck you need to find your keys or to win the lottery! she can make you spill ur coffee all over ur new clothes or get u vvv sick! anything goes! if it's a casual ez kind of luck (keys, coffee), then she'll need a few moments to regain her energy. if its smth more extreme (lottery, sickness), she needs a few days (even up to a week), to recover!!! the more complex it is, the more it drains her energy!

it's all within d laws of physics & limits of 'reality' ! so she cant get you to magically materialize ur lost keys back and she cant spill invisible coffee on u! ALSO!!! this ability only works in like... idk.... a 100-200 miles radius!

her Survival Luck is also present n exists and she can (and has alrdy) managed to survive a bunch of extreme situations (see above)! however, the Way that she survives it.... out of her control fr.... cld be a scratch, cld be 5 broken bones, not up to sera!

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ brief personality .

she's v chill and looooooves helping people!!! not super hyper BUT still a fun girl nonetheless! not boring by any means despite being v toned down and lowkey!

DESPITE the previous bullet point, she is extremely afraid of getting attached to people and LET ALOOOOONE love them so she tries to keep everyone at arms length. why? obv bc of her ability and her fear of not being able to control it properly... she doesnt want another friend + grandma incident.

has a tendency to become mellow / nostalgic and can be caught overthinking... which she tries to do while on that nullivi .... ofc! LDFDFGJJ

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ plots .

a few friends????? a few foes?????? a few younger ppl @ yellow hall she's helped out as a resident advisor??? someone who tries to get close to her but shes ADAMANT on not letting that happen?

ppl affected by her good luck..... what abt ppl affected by her bad luck.... ooo swearing up and down that she didnt mean it and it was accidental... cld be true or not. ppl accusing her of using her powers when she didnt? OOOO what abt using the bad luck on a person that she was told was a bad person but sera was only manipulated into thinking soooooooo ooooooouuuuu

someone who's known her ever since she was a teenager? watching her go thru the whole spiral of bad luck??? maybe theyre older and even told her abt sua!!!

what if there's someone who jus doesnt believe that she has an ability? or they do and they think its a stupid one? NLKFJGN idk...

i kinda want lots of angst for her.... i think it'd be fitting.... lets put sera and ur muse thru the pain machine tgt!

THANK YOU FOR READING / SKIMMIN THRU THISSSSSSSSSS SMUAAAAAAAAAAAAACH!!

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buck-star · 1 month ago

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This was so precious and sweet. Bucky’s such a sweetheart and I absolutely adore them both, their dynamics and your collection of them!

The feelings, the sweetness. Bucky knowing exactly that this girl is his. The way he gave her the nickname! This… is… PERFECT!

Bucky was getting restless—reluctantly so.

I’m sorry for our precious baby. He just needs us to hold him tight and comfy while he can tell us all about his thoughts. Maybe tulip would hold him, letting him tell her all the stories about his childhood and all. And just comfort him!

There were dozens of problems at the bar he needed to solve, rival gangs were stirring up trouble in neighboring towns so his people depended on him now more than ever, and his Ma and Becca relied on him as the sole provider.

Aww, our sweetheart. We definitely need to comfort him. Let’s order the others to do the word for one day on their own, because TULIPS MAN needs some cuddles and being wrapped in a blanket with his comfort food and lots of kisses and love!

I love how everyone is involved in this universe! Not just our beloved Bucky and his closest friends, but also Fury, Yori, and Tony! They are all there, like it’s the perfect place! And it is!🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Bucky was drunk before he saw us! Uh huh! This is the best way to fall in love!🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

He’s left to find out more about you in the here and now.

MEL! It’s not oke! Stop that! You can’t make me fall in love even hard with every damn time I read something you wrote! Oke? But congrats I just fell harder for him!😩😩

“‘m already carrying ‘em, dollface. Jus’ tell me where to put ‘em.”

Gimme that man! That pretty accent and his gentleness! This man is perfect and you write him just so perfectly! Urgh, I’m gonna melt while drooling over him!

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat the moment his eyes met yours.

I introduce you all to SHY!BIKER!Bucky, meeting the love of his life! TULIP! His precious girl, named after a flower he loves, because she’s just so precious and beautiful in his eyes.❤️❤️

“For a second there I thought those things would crush you.”

Cheekkyyyy! But I love him for that! Especially because he helps further after and carries it all for her. Mhm, so perfect. Our man! Our man!🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

“Tulip.”

“Pretty thing like you—Tulip suits ya.”

Don’t say more! It’s perfect! This big biker giving his girl a sweet nickname like that? If you’re looking for me you will find me in front of him and drooling while I stare into his pretty blue eyes and kiss him senseless!

He’s so cute when he gets curious about what she has there. And this is so precious. The way they meet is so perfect and I just can’t help but 🎶FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU!🎶

No one’s ever given Bucky butterflies this quickly–or maybe ever like this in his life.

It’s because he’s made for his tulip. He’s made for us. His girl belongs to him just as much as Bucky belongs to her, that’s why he never felt so comfortable and loved around someone before.

Awww, how he even takes his time to talk to her. Getting to know one another. And he’s so sweet. So precious. WHERE DO WE GET THIS PRECIOUS BABY! Don’t mind me giggling and kicking my feet because of him.🤭🤭

“Let’s make a deal. I get to keep callin’ ya Tulip and you can call me for help anytime ya need it,”

He could call his girl tulip anytime he wants to! Everytime! Because it comes out of Bucky’s pretty mouth, deep from his heart!🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

“You too, Bucky. Drive safe!”

How to say I love you without saying I love you? Exactly like that. “Drive safe!” SHE GOT IT PERFECTLY!🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Bucky walked back to his Harley smiling like a teenager with a crush.

Whether he recognized it or not that day, it was all because of you.

Our man is deeply in love with his tulip already! Ahhhh, so precious! I can’t get other words out except: PRECIOUS! PERFECT! SWEET! SOOOOO LOVEING AND ADORABLE!

That was you.

You were the morning air, the sunlight, and the cool breeze.

He didn’t know it yet, but in due time he would.

In due time, you would be his Tulip.

THIS! It’s the perfect description of love! And it doesn’t have to wait any longer to be Bucky’s tulip. Because she is his girl, his tulip already! AHHHH I’m gonna cry because of the sweetness, then I will melt and cry again, until I feel steady with my emotions again.

YES, THIS WAS PERFECT! Beloved Biker!Bucky and his precious tulip. He’s so soft and lovely, taking good care of what he loves the most, or will love, his precious girl. I can only repeat myself, this is adorable! Your writing is perfect and the way you write Bucky, their dynamics, it all! It’s so mhmmmmmm. It makes me fall in love with him over and over again.🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Thank you for writing such amazing and lovely, perfect and adorable things for us to read! You’re adorable and appreciated!❤️❤️

Tulip

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Florist!Reader

Summary: On a night when the past weighs heavy on Bucky, fate brings him to you.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning(s): established nickname -> tulip / fluff / mentions of grief

a/n: After seeing how much people loved Biker Bucky in Usual I decided to share more of their story with you all 💕 This is going to be a bigger collection of fics, so I will have an official taglist for it and there's more info on that here. That taglist in this fic is not related to the tags on here. The tags on here were for just for fun!! Hope you enjoy!! Likes, comments, & reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

next in their story ♡ // the whole collection ♡

It was one of those nights where Bucky was irritated without reason. His face was etched into an intimidating scowl as he looked at nothing in particular in his bar. The laughter was too loud, the clinking of glasses irked his eardrums like nails on a chalkboard, and his heart felt heavy. Almost as if one of the men in his bar were pressing down on it with their heavy boot.

Bucky was getting tired of this. Of having these moments where his body thrummed with discomfort and his fingers found the familiar grooves in the wooden table he sat at—etching the oak with erratic lines until his nails were chipped and uneven. He could already hear the shit Sam would say as soon as he saw the added marks.

Bucky was getting restless—reluctantly so.

“Hey, Buck, one of the—”

“‘m goin’ out for a ride.”

As soon as Steve came over to give Bucky an update on the business, Bucky stood up from the table and dismissed himself. Steve held back a sigh, his lips forming a tight line as his best friend blew him off. He didn’t take it personally, at least not tonight. More than anything Steve was worried for Bucky. It was never easy seeing him fall into this state once a year.

Bucky always got like this around the anniversary of his father’s death.

Steve and the rest of the crew exchanged wary glances as Bucky pushed through the bar in a rush. His hands at his sides flexed as he sought out the comfort of his bike. He took out his leather gloves from his jacket—dark and weathered from years of wear—and slipped them on before mounting his Harley. It thundered to life underneath him, the deep rumble easing the tension in his shoulders.

He pulled out of his parking space, the blacked-out engine chrome gleaming under the streetlights. Bucky had no set destination, just a familiar path he had taken hundreds of times while on patrol. One that transgressed the entirety of the small town he lived in.

The small town he and his gang protected.

Bucky twisted the throttle, the Harley's roar echoing through the quiet streets as if warning the town of his presence. He drove down the roads at a steady speed, letting the breeze brush through his hair like a soothing balm. Hoping the night and his Harley would take away the hollow ache in his chest.

He couldn’t keep thinking of his dad. Not right now. There was too much going on in his life.

Bucky wouldn’t allow himself to be swept by the bittersweet memories. There were dozens of problems at the bar he needed to solve, rival gangs were stirring up trouble in neighboring towns so his people depended on him now more than ever, and his Ma and Becca relied on him as the sole provider.

Giving himself a moment to grieve—to feel—was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

After a full loop around the town, Bucky decided to survey the downtown area once again. It was nearing ten at night and the majority of the businesses were closed, and yet he was still adamant about getting a good last look before he returned to the bar.

He witnessed the usual: Yori and his son closing up their family-owned restaurant for the night, Mr. and Mrs. Fury bickering on their walk home, the savory aroma of Stark’s Pizzeria wafting through the air as he drove by, and a stack of wooden crates dancing in mid-air.

Hold up.

Wait a minute.

What?

Bucky had to do a double and then a triple take to make sure his eyes weren’t tricking him. He hadn’t had an ounce of alcohol tonight, and yet he began to gaslight himself into thinking maybe he had.

That was until you appeared from behind the wooden crates. Huffing out in annoyance and setting them down on the bed of an old pickup truck. Glaring at them as if the fury behind your eyes would suddenly make them ten pounds lighter.

Bucky stared at you from afar perplexed and yet with a ghost of a smile on his face. He had never seen you in town before, meaning you must have moved here not too long ago. A faint memory of Sam telling him a new shop owner was coming into town crosses his mind, but Bucky couldn’t remember all the details.

With a multitude of other things on his mind, he hadn’t been paying attention at the time.

The Harley’s rumble softens until it comes to a still as Bucky parks it on the street opposite you. He sits on it for a moment watching you, searching his brain for the finer details of what Sam had mentioned, but nothing comes to him. He’s left to find out more about you in the here and now.

Bucky suddenly catches the determined expression on your face as you go to pick up three of the wooden crates again. His eyes widen and before he even registers what he’s doing he swings off his bike and jogs over to you.

“Here let me help,” Bucky doesn’t ask or wait for a response as he easily takes the crates from your arms, lifting them as if they weighed nothing. You watch him in startled awe, wondering where this incredibly strong stranger had come from. Hand on your heart to calm yourself down from the sudden intrusion on your solitude.

“Oh! Um…you really don’t have to—”

“‘m already carrying ‘em, dollface. Jus’ tell me where to put ‘em.”

Bucky’s voice was calm and collected, but on the inside he wanted to ask you what the hell were in these crates. He’s used to carrying heavy boxes of supplies for his bar, but even then he’d use a hand truck to haul everything in. To think you were trying to carry all of this by yourself…he didn’t know whether to be impressed by your determination or laugh at your stubbornness.

The wooden crates obstructed your view of each other—and he’d never admit it—but they covered enough of his eye sight to where he had to tilt his head to watch his step.

“Here, let me guide you,” you placed a tentative hand on his arm, trying to ignore the way his bicep flexed under it. There was fragile cargo in those crates and you needed to make sure they got into your shop safe and sound. Bucky showed no signs of rejecting your guidance.

You carefully led him inside, sliding away any obstacles from his path with your feet. You were still adding the last touches to the decor so there were tools, supplies, and different sized cardboard boxes scattered across the floor. You were able to direct him to a spot in front of the main counter where he could put the crates down—the one area clear of anything.

He placed them down gently before turning to face you. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat the moment his eyes met yours. Your pretty irises glimmered with sincere appreciation coupled with a soft smile that caused an unfamiliar warmth to spread through his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at him like that. His brain has gone fuzzy, words evading him. Almost like a part of him that had been dormant for far too long was yearning for him to not break this gentle moment with you.

You on the other hand were enchanted by the color of his eyes. A rich blue you tried to pinpoint through the catalog of flowers in your mind. Could the color be matched to a morning glory? A harvestbell? A brunnera? Forget-me-nots? Delphiniums? Hydrangeas?

The longer you thought the more you concluded no flower seemed close enough to the particular shade of blue that was looking right at you.

“Thank you,” your voice was far too quiet for your liking when you broke the silence. You brought Bucky back to the present, yet not from the trance you had him in. He was particularly invested in the curve of your lips when you spoke and the way your eyes held his like you had known him all your life.

Bucky cleared his throat, propping his arm on the counter in a nonchalant manner, “Not a problem—looked like you could use the help.” He topped his cool reply with a casual shrug and smirk that made it seem like he did this all the time.

“Was it that obvious?”

“For a second there I thought those things would crush you.”

Your sheepishness melts away into a laugh. The sound leaving your lips before you could stop it. You imagine what you must have looked like struggling with those heavy crates. The mental image of it is enough to fill you with mortified mirth.

Your laugh elicits a soft chuckle from him—the first proper laugh he’s had in about a week or two.

“‘m gonna go get the rest for ya…” he pushes himself off from the counter, but his voice trails off by the end when he realizes he never asked for your name. A heartbeat passes and with one quick lookover your frame a nickname falls effortlessly from his lips.

“Tulip.”

Your heart does a little flip in your chest. You know exactly why he called you that. You were wearing denim overalls self embroidered with a multitude of small tulips adorning it in a range of colors. As if that weren’t enough tulips, you had two small pink tulip hair clips on either side of your head, pinning your hair away from your face.

“I-It’s Y/n, actually.”

“Pretty thing like you—Tulip suits ya.”

The nickname already had your heart fluttering, but the wink that followed his compliment had you weak in the knees. This man was handsome—deadly handsome. You had sworn off men for a whole year and counting—and now this man presented himself into your life tempting you to throw that oath away until it was nonexistent.

“Thank you, but you really don’t have to help with the rest um…”

“Bucky. The name's Bucky. And I don’t have to, but I want to, so don’t worry ‘bout it, Tulip.”

With an emphasis on the nickname he’s chosen for you, he makes a smooth exit, the smirk never leaving his face as he saunters back and forth from the pickup truck and carries in crate after crate for you. You distract yourself with miscellaneous tasks around your shop. Yet, your eyes drift to his form here and there greedily taking in his display of strength.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky notices, and every time he does he unknowingly straightens up his posture. Trying to make it seem as though the crates were as light as a feather.

When’s he’s all done—after ten crates in total—you’re behind the main counter, arranging a small basket of goods as he approaches you.

“That’s all of ‘em. Mind me askin’ what’s in ‘em?” Bucky motions over to the crates at his feet with a nod of his head. You present him with a basket of sweet spreads encased in decorated mason jars—the covers all distinctly patterned with different florals.

“They’re my homemade jams and honeys. As a thank you for helping me carry all those crates in here, I’m giving you one of each,” you hand him the basket and his features soften. His fingers hovering over the rim of the basket like he doesn’t believe he deserved such kindness.

“Tulip, ya really don’t have to thank me for helpin’.”

“I don’t have to, but I want to, so don’t worry about it, Bucky.”

When you echo his words from earlier and use them on him he lets out a breath of a laugh, a grin of disbelief on his face. He didn’t expect that. Having his words used against him in a good way.

He was used to the opposite of that.

You were something else and Bucky liked that. He liked that a lot. Especially the way you said his name, it sounded sweeter falling from your lips. As if his name were made out of the same sugary sweetness the goods in the basket were. It caused a stutter within his chest he wasn’t used to.

No one’s ever given Bucky butterflies this quickly–or maybe ever like this in his life.

For the next twenty minutes you both dove into small talk to get to know each other better. It started off as a pretext of a friendly conversation between two business owners, but it quickly became something more. You confirmed Bucky’s assumptions about you being a florist when you chatted away about your shop. Your outfit and the floral mosaic that decorated one of the walls—the one you told him your aunt had hand painted—was enough for him to put the pieces together. You learned that Bucky owned a bar a few blocks down, one that he ran with his childhood friends. He had served the military with a lot of them and even knew some of them since he was a young boy.

As if the leather jacket, the leather gloves, and the motorcycle parked outside wasn’t enough to tell you—he clearly was a biker. You knew as much when he had this passionate look in his eyes as he went on and on about him and his bestfriend Steve fixing up motorcycles since their high school years. He saw the same passion in your eyes when you told him the story of how your aunt had awakened your love for gardening. The very catalyst of events that led you to move into town and end up on this night here with him.

Both of you offered a part of yourselves in that conversation. An exchange that might seem small to others, but that to the both of you meant so much more. For you both had closed a part of yourselves off for quite some time.

For entirely different reasons, but with a similar outcome nonetheless.

“Let’s make a deal. I get to keep callin’ ya Tulip and you can call me for help anytime ya need it,” Bucky offers this after you explain to him that your aunt had only been visiting you and left a few days ago. Leaving you to finish up the preparations for the grand opening of your shop in a few days time.

“Tempting offer…” you start, pretending to think about it and hiding your delight at the thought. In reality, you could use the help, and seeing more of Bucky was an added bonus that was hard to refuse. You wanted to get to know him better—you couldn’t deny that—and this seemed like a perfect place to start.

Plus who were you kidding, you enjoyed being called Tulip.

“Alright deal,” your smile matches his when you agree. Bucky was in the same boat as you. Not knowing where this could go, not dwelling on what the future may hold, but certain that he wanted to spend more time with you.

Reluctantly, Bucky pulled away from the counter,“Well I gotta hit the road, the guys’ll be wonderin’ where I’ve been.” The vibrations in his pocket from his phone notifications told him as much.

You hid your disappointment behind a grateful expression,“Of course. I won’t keep you any longer. Thanks again for the help, Bucky. Let me know what you think of the spreads!”

Bucky grabbed a hold of the basket of sweets, and slowly walked backwards towards the exit as he wanted to keep his eyes on you for as long as he could. Every fiber of his being fighting to stay.

“Anytime, Tulip—and I’ll let ya know. Have a good night.”

“You too, Bucky. Drive safe!”

Bucky walked back to his Harley smiling like a teenager with a crush. His every step feeling lighter than earlier in the night. Whether he recognized it or not that day, it was all because of you. There was just something about you that was refreshing to Bucky, like the morning air after a night of heavy rain. The first rays of sunlight after a cold winter’s night. The cool breeze that brings you back to life on a hot summer’s day.

That was you.

You were the morning air, the sunlight, and the cool breeze.

He didn’t know it yet, but in due time he would.

In due time, you would be his Tulip.

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ivykim · 2 years ago

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ivy and the boys

– ivy’s relationship with the boys

jungwon

— “i wanna give him the love he deserves.” | hawon // wonvy

- please protect jungwon’s ears from ivy, though she’s an introvert…she shouts…a lot (much like sunghoon)

- but that also means ivy helps jungwon a lot with being a leader, call ivy the co-leader or whatever. she will never admit it though.

- ivy has known jungwon for about a year before they joined I-LAND so she doesn’t know him that much before I-LAND happened.

- the both of them were actually shy with each other at first especially during I-LAND.

- you can see how close they grew with each other in the I-LAND cams. they are constantly seen hugging and cuddling a lot and usually jungwon is the one who throws himself onto her.

heeseung

— the parents of enhypen | heeun // heevy

- they’ve known each other for 5 years now and ivy is surprised by since she’s trained for that long

- they are both the oldest but they both do not act their age. maybe it was because ivy was deprived of her childhood due to her training at a young age.

- and so heeseung likes to play around with her. it doesn’t matter, anything turns into a game with these two. it also constantly turns into a competition between them.

- both heeseung and ivy are the biggest gamers in enhypen. sure the other members play games too but ivy has ranked top in the LOL server and continues to do so.

- their affection is really weird at times, you can always catch them giving heart eyes to each other and then ivy would sarcastically roll her eyes. really weird.

jay

— “god, they would make such a hot couple.” | haseong // jayvy

- jay likes to annoy ivy by calling her noona and she finds it weird for the 02z to call her noona when she’s literally not much older than jay.

- everyone in I-LAND collectively agreed that jay and ivy would make such a visual couple. they have that certain gaze that makes people swoon for them

- jay is very affectionate with ivy. he constantly holds her hands and hugs her. even during I-LAND days, he always stuck to her constantly.

- ivy is jay’s fangirl. constantly giving him compliments any time she sees him.

- oh god please just get a room you two🙄

jake

— “she fell in love first but he fell harder.” | jaeun // javy

- oh god, ivy was sooooo in love with jake. you could easily tell in the first episode of I-LAND. her eyes constantly went right onto jake’s figure.

- as time passed by in I-LAND, it was jake’s turn to fall in love with her. he loved her performances and would always give her a hug after it.

- he felt extremely sad when ivy went to ground. he cried even harder when she came back and he was the first one she hugged as soon as she appeared from the egg.

– calls her noona on mistake and always apologises. ivy doesn’t really care at this point😭

sunghoon

— “exists to constantly annoy her.” | sungeun // hoonvy

- ah yes, if you think jay annoys her a lot. you are very wrong, here we have the perfect example of someone who exists to annoy her.

- ivy is constantly teased by sunghoon. he loves to call her noona out loud to annoy her and she at this point has given up and lets him do it.

- but behind the teasing, sunghoon really loves her. teasing is just his love language with her. he deeply cares for her and always looks after her.

- ivy has mentioned how her heart always constantly flutter whenever sunghoon takes note of little things she has and hasn’t done.

- their longing stares at each other also says a lot

sunoo

— “you deserve the whole world and I’ll give it you.” | haenoo | suny

- ivy’s pocketz part 2. she would keep him in her pocket hands down.

- loves whenever sunoo calls her noona, she finds it cute and endearing. actually feels comfortable whenever sunoo calls him that. actually she’s fine with the 3 maknaes calling her noona

- wanted to be ivy’s friend ever since the first episode of I-LAND and did! they became super duper close.

- sunoo is always around ivy and they will not be separated at all. if its late at night, sunoo will go over to her bedroom and chill there with her until he feels sleepy.

ni-ki

— “he trained at a young age, he deserves to experience the childhood everyone has.” | haeki // ivki

- ivy’s child ever since I-LAND

- though ni-ki doesn’t really like to be babied by the boys, for ivy, it’s an exception.

- oh for one thing, ivy and ni-ki have pecked each other a couple of times. it’s really innocent and ni-ki only does it when he is feeling clingy

- ivy always plays with ni-ki. her and jake always constantly make sure that ni-ki gets to experience various things and have fun.

- loves annoying the boys since they can’t give pecks to ivy (that of course is before they started dating her)

#ivy #ivy kim #enhypen imagines #enhypen extra member #enhypen girl member #enhypen 8th member #enhypen imagine #kpop girl oc #girl oc #kpop added member #enhypen

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AHHHHHHHHH your friend sounds sooooo cute I'm screming! It sounds so wholesome! I don't think I can match that level of wholesome I looove when someone in a relationship knows the person from so long like from school! It makes me feel secure. Did you say she's a introvert but popular hjhjhhhh 😭 the way you said that he told her not to stress about it with a pet name 😭 sorry to your friend I'm not trying to steal her guy but why does he sound dreamy 😭 they sound cute! ahaha I wish them well! Aaah my crush is like that too~ Are older guys dreamy bcoz of their age???? hjhjhh my crush uses petnames for me too and hes very protective. He'll ask to text or call if I'm going home alone or he'll offer to drop me too. I'm scared of spending more time with him bcoz he might ask me about being a couple. But I'm still confused so I don't want him to think I'm rejecting him! Then he might think I'm leading him on too 😭 I want some time

I'm insecure too bcoz he won't show interest unless he likes me little right? So I already fit his standards. But from my side he has a job and cool friends! And I haven't done much yet so I feel it'll cause problems. But he's so sweet so idk ahaha 😔

Living with a tiger mom is so annoying 😭 I don't think she knows she's controlling either . I have no experience so I'm nervous that I like this man bcoz he's so dreamy and mature! And I only like it bcoz I've not been with other people my age . From what vibes I get , your friend seems like she'd have atleast ~some~ experience! So even if she thought he's older, she would've had the maturity to see if he's really nice or just attractive bcoz they're mature 😭 I don't think I have that maturity 😭

Thank you for talking to meeee! I'm following you for so long! One of the first blogs I followed! I keep deleting and remaking too but I follow you back everytime~ you're so sweet !

- crush anon 🧡

I adore them 😭 they're so sweet !! They're one in a million aha. Also, my friend is a self proclaimed introvert, but I question her everyday. She was well known because she did the morning announcements though :’)

You're so right about the security thing. Knowing someone from childhood can be so personal. They've seen me through puberty and through my cringey, ugly phase. They have a conception of childhood me - the skeleton in my closet, a former version of myself I so desperately want to hide away. They can attest to the person I've become, and that means everything to me 😔

Older guys are definitely dreamy :-( It's no secret that I have the phattest crush on Lee Dong Wook, and although I have a parasocial relationship with him, I am also deeply in love with him 😭 Those things should not be mutually exclusive, but I live with my head in the clouds, and no one can stop me

Sorry, this isn't about me LOL. Older guys are more mature, I suppose ! They're probably more confident and more sure of themselves which is really attractive !! He sounds soo nice. It's not very often that guys say to text when you're safely back home :-( Chivalry ! It's not dead ! He would drop you off too??? He has a license and a car?!?! Now he's a keeper !! jk jk I'm in awe because I don't even have a learner's permit 🤣 Maybe that's the difference between someone my age and someone 5 years older 💔 Oh and not to mention, the pet names are super sweet 🦋

I totally get that you need time to think about your feelings. Being in a relationship is a big thing (or at least to me aha). I hope you can voice it when the time comes !! Be bold, be brave, and be courageous !! I'm sending you lots of strength <3

Also, I definitely think that your worries and your insecurities are things worth talking about (maybe at a later time though)!! It can be scary to be vulnerable in that way, but it can solve a lot of problems :-( And if he's your friend, if he likes you enough, he'll make sure your feelings are valid !! Try not to think about where he stands with his cool job and his hot shot friends. One day, you're gonna have a nice career that makes you happy too. It may take time, but as does everything! It'll be so worth it in the end. You've accomplished a lot already, I'm sure ! Everything you do is building up to something bigger and better. You're constantly working on yourself everyday, so give yourself a little bit of credit ! I'm sure that you're just as cool as his friends, and you'd make such a great addition to their group if and when you get together ! If it ever worries you, just remember that coolness is a social construct, and we're all just people doing our own thing (I'm not just saying that because I'm wildly uncool and very much a loser, but may I am, so sue me)

Having a lack of experience can be such a hindrance, I feel you 😭 I legitimately think that's why I don't want to enter a relationship, but that's just self-sabotage, ya feel?? It's good that you're being careful and waiting to sort out your situation! But also, at a certain point, we have to act on those feelings, right? Even though it's scary and worrisome, we have to gain the experience to grow as people. Being in a relationship can teach you so much about yourself, and all we want is to grow :-( Doing it alongside a partner can be bittersweet, but it's a nuanced process that should happen one day or another. And... why not now? Every new experience is scary, but after doing it once... it won't be too new. You'll come to understand what you desire in a partner and in a relationship. It'll transfer over to how you view you self worth in relation to how others treat you. It's about giving and receiving love :-(

We never know until we try <3

Tiger moms 😭 Have you seen the Pixar movie Turning Red? Sorry, I love that film a lot LOL it's so relevant, and it might be a good way to open up conversation with her. I don't know how else to get through a tiger mom 😭 But surely, they'd have to see the error of their ways one day, right? :-( We don't want to reach a tipping point before it's too late. Meanwhile... I'm gonna keep quiet until I marry and move out 🤩 It's just mind boggling how generational trauma can slip into our lives and affect even the most essential things like... how we love and how we see ourselves

Eeek ! I'd love to chat with you whenever. I can't believe you've followed me for a long time :-( Thank you for sticking around 💛

#sorry can you tell it's 1am?#tell me to stop projecting and i will 😭#ask #anon #crush anon

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mysticmissexplosion · 3 years ago

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Here's my dr stone oc, with images created thanks to picrew!

Her name is Harukaze Hana!

Hana means "Flower", while Harukaze means "Spring Wind"! Yes, she's a spring child!

Childhood friend with Senku and Taiju, she would be positively popular at school if not for her... well not so great reputation (but this is kinda a story that you'll know if you read my ff).

She's the captain of karatè club! Even if she can fight, it doesn't mean that she will do it in my story! She doesn't like violence and always tries to resolve things with talk-no-jutsu or using science!

She is an SSR Support Type, as in she's an incredible all-arounder: she basically supports others thanks to her versatility, great memory skill and fast-learning. Alone can't do much, she shines when she helps others! But her main job is to be the doctor of the kingdom of science!

Her family needs a section alone because it's a little complicated: her parents divorced before she entered middle school and Hana stayed with her father so she could still be with Senku and Taiju. Hana had always seen her mom and dad fight and argue each other, there was never a period were they had a family chat all three together... meeting Senku and his science was like a ray of sunshine in her groomy life in those days. When Hana finished middle school, her father remarried with another woman, who was a single mother... so she now has a little step-brother who's a fan of Asagiri Gen. Also, Hana's mother has now a girlfriend, an old school friend of hers that she met again thanks to the scout group Hana went when she was in elementary school.

But Hana's mom and dad stayed as friends! Thanks to this completely open-minded family, Hana believe that she can search for romantic love freely, without any label: sooooo, what I want to say is that she's basically pansexual/panromantic.

I don't really want to spoil her relationship with Ryusui... but I can say that they're like a power couple. While they constantly amaze each other, Ryusui tries to increase her self-confidence with never-ending compliments and Hana finds herself deeply embarrassed! In a good way, obviously! Since it's the first time that she deals with someone who actually loves her romantically (she's used to rejection, poor her).

About Hana and Senku... she thinks of him as a brother more than a childhood friend, especially now in the stone age since Byakuya and Senku can't ever meet again. She wants him to know that he's not alone, that he still has a family even if Byakuya can't be with him anymore. Hana and Senku's friendship is so precious i swear it makes even me, the writer, emotionally weak.

Useless trivia moment? She would be a Ravenclaw in a Hogwarts AU.

Hana's story is told in my series called "Like Spring Breeze": it should contain two stories. The first is still ongoing and is called "Like an evergreen". It'll cover the manga story from the very beginning to the battle vs Xeno and Stanley in Sud America Arc. I already wrote most of it in my mother language so whenever I can, I'll translate it and publish it in english on ao3! There's already the first chapter there, if you're all curious of reading her story!

Thank you!

#dr stone #drst #original female character #fanfiction #nanami ryusui x oc #nanami ryusui #ishigami senku

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yourfairygodmotherorsomething · 4 months ago

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General Information

Full name: Sonia (deadname Sunny) CT-4808, GAR Logistics Officer, Coruscant. In some stories she gets adopted by Quinlan Vos, so then she is Sonia Vos, but not always.

Battalion: 000, Coruscant Logistics.

Age: early CT, of a similar age to Hardcase. Older than Rex. I gave her the number 4808 (even though it was sooooo tempting to give her the boob number, but she has to be an older CT)

gender: female

Species: Concord Dawn Human Variant (or as they say in Mandospace ‘mando’ad haaranovor’birov (born Mandalorian, hiding many [species]) in that they look human, but tend to have a lot going on in their generic soup. And the clones have that going on even more overtly, because the kaminiise pulled stuff out to give the clones different traits.

Clone Varient: CT Command stream Fett standard: Togruta trial stream; Trans female. (She has teef, tapetum lucidum (and great eyesight in low light which is Handy on Coruscant), and species who can see UV spec can see she has some cool stripes maybe she can see on the UV spec….? not sure yet)

Planet of Origin: Kamino

City of Birth: Tipoca City.

Current place of living: Coruscant

Religion: small gods for small people

Mother tongue: the vod’e have no mother. Republic Basic, Republic Sign, limited Mando’a

Dialect: Didi, and Vodo’a; what would later be labelled as ‘Fordo’s dialect’.

Job title: as of deployment, GAR Logistics Distribution Supervisor. She was recruited to be the Coruscant Guard Commaders’ aide about six months into the war. They really deserve to have one aide each (at least), but they technically shouldn’t have any. Thorn restored her status as a Shock Trooper, then promoted her to Major so they could collaborate on acquisitions for the contraband exploits they were both engaging in. Shortly after this, Fox grounded her for getting face tattoos (and talking two much higher ranking vod’e into doing the same), and she became the the office wrangler. Thankfully she was very good at it.

Relationships: She is often touted as having been the first vod to get their heart broken in the GAR. It was so bad the Alphas blacklisted the guy’s name for all of the vod’e. Later, after a few more misses she meets a Noorian (the same near human species as Master Tahl) hairdresser who works in the undercity, and falls deeply in love. Thankfully this time her affection is reciprocated.

On a more platonic level she is best buds with (Commander) Stone and (CMO) Garrote. She is the baby sister of the three CC Commanders, in a similar way Rex is to Cody. They found her later but she’s that little bit younger than them so they have experiences in common and stuff.

She gets adopted by Quinlan Vos in some universes. Because she deserves it.

Likes: bright colours, fashion, aiwahas, tookas, jizz music. She is obsessed with Tholme’s radio show, and in some universes Quinlan likes to joke she convinced him to adopt her so she can be related to Tholme. She loves playing the space keytar. like Tholme.

She loves nice smelling things and hair care, and learning how to mix up hair products. She likes cute, fun things, and many of her siblings carve hair sticks and hair charms out of old armour so she can put pretty things in her hair.

Dislikes: The Senate. Senators. Cheaters. War. Rapists. Slavers. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The

Childhood: From a fairly early CT batch, she was headed for Captain, but she was too idiosyncratic. she couldn’t keep herself to standard in behaviour or priorities and so she was moved to Logistics. The thing is though she has a solid head for logistics, to the point where she was acquiring extra items like caf, hoth chocolate and stuff to slip into the supplies. Then Thorn came along after he and Fox were posted to Coruscant, and he had a few more friends in high places to go with her friends in low places and so they were able to add fruit juice to make bootleg tihar out of, and thanks to thorn’s contacts in the Medicorps, a safe, consistent supply of hrt for the sisters who couldn’t wait till the end of the war, even if it was a risk of decommissioning when they were suddenly non-Fett Standard.

Teenage years: She met a musician early early on in the war, when they were still sleeping on their floor and building their barracks. Before The Wall was The Wall and before Fordo’s Rule was in place.

He got her into music which was awesome but he tried to cheat with Thorn when he arrived on Coruscant, and she found out he’s cheated on her before that, which broke her heart.

Adulthood: Quinlan teaches her about hair care and she learns how to mix up his ‘mission poo’, which is a powder form of shampoo that can be used dry for the sonic, or mixed into a wet version to create a lather for a water wash.

The recipe was originally distributed by Bly and the 327th, but when Sonia met Quinlan she asked him about the details, and learned about what he uses when he isn’t on mission in hives of scum and villainy. He also teaches her a lot of braiding techniques and other skills, some history and details of different species’ hair traditions and significance, and introduces her to some of his friends in the industry. After the war, she opens up a market stall, but she mostly sells her stuff to her vod’e.

First time mentioned: Only a Moment to Touch Your Skin (very briefly), First Love more solidly.

What is their role: Litte Sister. Older Sister. Trouble Maker. Caf hookup

Pets: I think she will have a tooka? haven’t made them yet though.

Physical Characteristics: she has corrie red tattoos on her eyes. She has an excellent pair of boobs she grew herself that she’s very proud of. Her hair is long, and is kept bleached and coloured. Generally whatever colour she can get for cheap, and it ends up being like lines of colour as she just touches up the regrowth and leaves the other bit as the previous colour to save on dye

Armour Paint/Characteristics: Corrie Red, the hal'cabur is painted to resemble a bustier, with flame detailing. there is a bright pink heart on her ven'cabuur. On the shebs’cabuur is text that reads ‘rape is a warcrime’. The armour is set up in Besbe their Goran’s secret office, because she got caught before she went to run the Komr’k in it.

She refuses to repaint it and now it doesn’t fit. So it stays there, giving morale for the corries that have to keep their pain Corrie Standard due to Fordo’s Rule. Bes says the brush work is spectacular.

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: Multicoloured, as detailed above.

Skin colour: Brown

Vices: She got into death sticks for a while but managed to kick it. She is very partial to Cup’s tihar.

Bad habits: non compliance. deviation from standard.

Good habits: She is a good friend, diligent in practising her instruments, and she doesn’t just get stuff for herself, she wants to share the happiness with as many of her siblings as she can in as many ways as she can. She’s very successful, too. Many spikes in morale throughout the GAR actually have her to thank. She is a major source of serotonin for Fox and the Commanders especially, and Garrote too.

Clothing style: bright colours. She likes wearing strappy tops under her undershell to make her feel more feminine, and once she has boobs they help with support. She has lots of little fun details and accessories that make every outfit an adventure.

Health issues: prone to depression and suicidal tendancies.

Tattoos: corrie red flame tatts on her eyelids. I think she has others, but I don’t think I’ve worked out what yet, something from the invisibke ink by Cosmé at the very least.

If she gets adopted by Quinlan, then she gets qukuuf.

Piercings: nipple rings. She thinks Quinlan’s kyber tits are awesome. She can’t get hold of any kyber (probaby) but she does have some pretty pink stones in them that still look fantastic.

Talents: morale lifting. logistics. finding good caf in amounts that would blow the mind and managing to distribute it. getting ‘hunches’ that certain battalions need certain things and sending them (the hunches are actually that she hacks Fox’s datapadds and snoops on how all of her siblings are doing). The most extreme example is when the Novacorps were having a rodent infestation in their supplies and there were baby tookas eager to hunt included in their next delivery.

The logistics vod’e who delivered that one were incredibly smug but tight lipped.

moodboards:

CHARACTER SHEET

Sonia CT-4808, GAR Logistics Officer, Coruscant.

this absolutely incredible art is by the talented @chiliger for @swartists4palestine.

If you were nervous about buying esims so that people in palestine are able to access communication, they have a link that goes through the process step by step. it’s a cause that is so worth donating if you can afford it!

Image description for images is in the alt text attached to the first image. The second image is a close up of Sonia’s face from the first image.

#clone trooper sonia #logistics vode #eyestrain #moodboards #my ocs #character sheet #I desigbed that armour in like…2022? I think?

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years ago

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“Turn right, no the other right...oooh you turned left on purpose didn’t you ?!” - Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

All hail fucking long titles ! Hum. Anyway. I thought I’d write some dad!Tony because I kinda like thinking about the damn Iron Man as a dad, and thinking how he’d be ya know ? (I already wrote two fics about it after all : “You’re a terrible father” and “Really, Peter, my daughter ?” ). So...Yeah, hope you’ll like it, and as usual, don’t hesitate to leave feedbacks and such :-) :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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You know those stories about how, when you’re about to die, you see your all life pass in front of your eyes ? It’s not quite true. At least not in your case.

Nope. Instead of your entire life, you just remembers moments. Small defining moments of pure...stubbornness.

As long as you can remember, you’ve always been ridiculously stubborn.

Your earliest memory is you, in a prestigious pre-school, being about three, and refusing to draw what the teacher was asking you to draw just because he didn’t say “please”.

Once he finally said an exasperated “please”, you answered : “That didn’t sound real” and crossed your arms, looking at him intensely, making him completely uncomfortable.

Just because someone didn’t say “please” while asking you to do something, and then said it but it didn’t sound real...you decided that you wouldn’t do anything he would ask you to do.

It lasted three days, before they dared to call your father in. Your dad took a few hours off of his busy schedule to come, worrying that something bad might have happened, only to find your tiny self sat in a huge chair in the principal’s office, arms crossed, pouting, and for said principal to say :

-She hum...Your daughter...Well...She refuses to do anything because she says her teacher is a “tyrant”. God only knows where she learned that word...

Your dad sunk down in his chair, and, face palming himself, rolled his eyes to the ceiling...Oh my oh my oh my. Of course you would...

Yup. Your earliest memory was about how stubborn you were.

Hell, apparently, even before this memory of yours you were already rather stubborn.

Your father told you stories about how, when you were a baby, you would cry (a sweet and rather small little cry) because you were hungry, but then, you’d refuse to eat if it didn’t arrive fast enough, as if to say : “Yeah I’m hungry right now but oops now it’s too late, I won’t take it...”, only to cry again once they would take the food away.

When you were one, you escaped your crib by climbing out of it, and arrived in your dad’s workshop, looking rather annoyed he trapped you there.

Any sort of park for kids or protection barrier received the same treatment...Hell, once, your dad decided to block the entrance to his workshop (those stairs terrified him, he was so scared you’d fall int hem) with two baby gates ! Leaving only a small interstice at the top and...he found you behind him a couple of hours later. He couldn’t believe his eyes, when he watched the security footage, and saw you climb BOTH GATES and squeeze through the hold on top of it.

If you wanted to get down in your dad’s workshop, then you would, and no one seemed to be able to stop you...Already so damn stubborn. How the Hell could you escape every single baby sitters’ (even Pepper) attention anyway ? Seriously, it took only two seconds of looking away for you to disappear.

Apparently as well, when you were two, your favorite dessert was chocolate fudge...however, one day, your dad bought one for you, and said something like : “I know you’re dying to eat it, come on little one, let’s get in front of an animated show and eat your favorite dessert !” and just because he assumed you wanted chocolate fudge, you refused to eat it...How dare he ?

At least, that’s what your dad said, because now, you hated chocolate fudge sooooooo...Wait, was it because one day, he just assumed you wanted some and it annoyed you ? No, you weren’t that stubborn, were you ?

Oh but you were.

It got you in enough troubles before. Like today.

Everyone told you not to go. Everyone told you to come back. And yet you went and...got shot out of the sky by a missile thrown by a hidden enemy.

Your suit (of course you’d have a suit, you created it yourself...like father, like daughter ?) took a lot of damage but...The crash is what broke you.

Quite literally.

And right now, only your stubbornness was keeping you alive...Though you felt that this time, it wouldn’t be enough. As you reminisced your worst moments of stubbornness, you can slowly feel the life slipping out of you...

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Sixteen.

You were sixteen, when you almost drove your father completely crazy because of your stubbornness.

Sixteen.

Anthony Howard Stark couldn’t believe that his little tiny sweet baby girl was already sixteen.

Wow. Where has the year passed ?

He just didn’t expect time to go by that fast...And realized he had forgotten something rather important in someone’s life.

He didn’t teach you how to drive.

Now that it was legal for you to do so, he kinda had to...Even though you seem to not be bothered much by not knowing how to drive.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you always took one of his suit to go places you wanted to (except school, you hated being the center of attention there, because it always brought vultures to you, it always brought people that didn’t care about you but your money and fame...so no suit to go there, just to run some random errands, or to let off some steam) ? Or maybe it was because you didn’t mind at all taking the bus to school, as you didn’t really had the regular fancy taste other rich kids have ?

In any case, you never seemed bothered that you were already sixteen, and never even got one driving lesson.

But your father wanted to give you the most normal childhood he could. He always tried. You came into his life as he was making the transition from harms dealing to “The Iron Man” and always been afraid that you wouldn’t grow up normally...

He tried really hard to give you a normal childhood, though it wasn’t always easy (the fame and money alone changed everything anyway). As long as you didn’t have the same childhood than he had, with a father that barely paid attention to you...And so your early years weren’t exactly “normal” (after all, one of your best friend was a 70 years old man who used to be a “popcicle” sooooo...), but at least, they were happy.

Well, if we forgot the fact that your dad could sometimes be very overprotective and intrusive...Which might be why you were so stubborn.

In any case, that morning, as Tony Stark was staring at himself in the mirror, suddenly realizing his little girl wasn’t so little anymore, he took a decision.

You had to learn how to drive. It was just a normal step that everyone went through. You had to learn how to drive...besides, it would give you even more independence, and he knew you loved that (he didn’t really like you hanging out in your or his iron man suits, because it was basically a living target, especially in recent years, so...a car would be good).

That morning, and without asking you first, he signed you up for some driving lessons. And oh he should have had asked you...

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-...This is the seventh teacher (Y/N).

Your father says, a bit annoyed, arms crossed, standing in front of you.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, and your arms were also crossed...Which meant only one thing. You were in your “stubborn ass” mode, and since your father’s arms were in the same position, he was too.

This would lead nowhere, both of you knew it, and yet...

You raise your eyebrows and turn to look at him, and, with a blank face that infuriates him you say :

-I have no idea what you’re talking about...Father.

Oh he hated when you called him “father”, and of course, you knew it, which is why you called him that.

-You know damn well what I’m talking about young lady.

-Nope. Refresh my memory ?

-Seventh teacher...?

-I mean, I have a lot of seventh teachers...that’s pretty vague. I’m in grade 11 you know.

-Seventh driving teacher.

-Oh. That. Meh.

“Meh” ? What do you mean “meh” ?! Your dad uncross his arms (one point for you) and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, in a gesture you know oh too well. He always did that when you were being annoying on purpose. He won’t fall into your trap though, nope, he knows exactly what you’re doing.

You’re just trying to annoy him so much that he would drop the subject, but it won’t work...or will it ? He says :

-I know what you’re doing.

-Do you know ?

You ask, an innocent smile on your face, and oh yes he knows.

-So, let’s skip all the part where you’re being insufferably annoying...

You cut him off :

-That hereditary. From the father’s side apparently.

Your father grits his teeth and continues :

-Let’s skip the part where you’re being insufferably annoying and wants to make me mad just so that we don’t actually talk about the issue, and go directly to the point...What’s happening ? Don’t you wanna learn how to drive ?

-Oh so now you’re asking me.

-Uh ?

-You didn’t ask me when you signed me up for it.

Your father’s palm is on his face again, and he sighs deeply once more.

-Oh so that’s what it’s about uh ?

Of course it was. You hated when anyone took decisions for you...After yet another sighs your dad says :

-Alright, sorry. I should have asked you. Happy ?

-I’m not Happy, I’m (Y/N).

-...Come on.

-Yes sorry, that one was rather weak. And...Meh.

-Meh ?

-Yes. Meh. It’s not just that you didn’t ask me you know, it’s also that those teachers...they tell me what to do.

-...Yes, that’s kind of what teachers are for. They show you how to do things...And tell you to do it.

-Not in the right way.

-Not in the right...Now what are you on about (Y/N) ?

-They don’t tell me...nicely. They’re rude, they think because I’m your daughter I should know directly everything and it’s not...Well I don’t. So they loose patience, and it annoys me.

It wasn’t the first time it happened. People just assuming you were a genius too and therefor you would understand everything fast. You were indeed an engineering genius, just like your father (probably because you were born in it really), but just like him when he was your age, you weren’t good in everything. Evidently, driving was one of those things.

He looks at you, a softness in his eyes. Oh he understands. It wasn’t easy being Howard Stark’s son, always having to be up to some standards and understand everything, be good at everything...He could only assume it wasn’t easy being his daughter. In a warm voice he says :

-...Which is why you drive them crazy ? (Y/N), they

-Yes.

-Seven though...

-It took you seven of them to finally pay attention to it...

You say a bit sadly, though you’re trying to hide it, and your father winces. Lately, he has been very occupied with many things from his company and the Avengers, and it’s true he didn’t pay much attention to you. Hell, he barely saw you those past few months...it’s only when Pepper told him about the fact that she had to find yet another driving teacher for you, as he was coming home late, that he realized there was an issue with you...

When you were a kid he tried to see you everyday at least for an hour, sometimes bringing you along with him where he was going so that it was possible...but as you grew older, he just assumed you needed him less and...Well, seeing how you tried to grab his attention by making all your driving instructors quit, maybe you still needed him.

He sighs and comes to sit next to you. Automatically, you cuddle against his side, as you always did ever since you were a tiny one, and he wraps an arm around you.

-So...How are we gonna fix this ?

This was one thing you loved about your father. He would never leave an issue open, and try to find solutions. Maybe that’s why, even though you were extremely stubborn, he always managed somehow to make you listen to him ? Because he knew how to talk to you.

-I don’t know. Find yet another instructor with whom I’ll try to be nicer ?

He chuckles and shakes his head :

-I have a better solution.

You pull away from him and look at him curiously as he continues :

-What about I teach you how to drive ? And also, you try to be nicer ? And less like...me ?

-You ?

You ask, a bit suspicious.

-Yes, me.

-You’ll never have the patience. I really suck at parallel parking.

-Is that a challenge, daughter of mine ?

-...Oh it’s on.

You smile at each other and, ruffling your hair lovingly, your father hugs you before standing up and...what about you two have a “let’s build new suits” session right now ? After all, he has free time. Just for you.

************

Your dad instantly regrets his decision, suddenly understanding your instructors. You know it, of course you do. After all, he challenged you, he bet that he would have the patience and all.

Within the first hour your out for a drive, with the intention of him teaching you how to, you’re already driving him crazy.

It’s like your doing it on purpose (oh really ?).

He decided to start with the basics, and everything was going fine. You were driving around a suburban area, and doing good, until...

-Alright, turn right here. No right. The other right. Ooooooh you turned left on purpose didn’t you ?! That’s the third time already !

-No I didn’t ! You’re just stressing me out telling me to turn last second like that.

-It’s not last seconds, it’s way before the turn ! You need to anticipate if you want to be a good driver !

-Who said I want to be a good driver anyway ?!

And that’s when it started. Barely ten minutes in the lesson. The worst was that you really didn’t do it on purpose, it’s like your mind automatically did the opposite of what your father was asking you. Going right when he said left, and left when he said right.

But now ? Oh now you’re going to do it on purpose. It’s ridiculous, really, how fast you can get annoyed and your stubbornness can start to convince you to be like that !

Your father knows, as soon as he started to loose his calm, that it wouldn’t work...and oh it definitely doesn’t.

At some point, he tells you about how you should give priority to the people coming from the right because you missed one of those priority (there weren’t any danger, no car was coming, you just didn’t look), and oh you take it the wrong way. From that point and on, whenever there was a priority to the right, you would stop, even if you didn’t have to, and exaggerate looking to your right to make sure no car would come, infuriating your father so damn much...

When it was time to parallel park, he tried to stay patient, oh he really did but...he couldn’t help but think you were doing it on purpose. Just to annoy him. Whenever he told you to turn the wheel on one side you’d do the opposite or you would just not move at all and oh this wasn’t leading anywhere !

You got so frustrated that you got out of the car and started to leave...he lured you back with the promise of a warm cup of coffee at your favorite coffee shop, and that he would be more patient...

And truly, he tried. He really did. But you were so damn stubborn ! You had decided that you sucked at parallel parking and so, whenever you tried parallel park, you would fail miserably...But he knew it’s just because you somehow convinced yourself that you couldn’t do it !

To prove his point, he once asked you to park in a spot, without telling you you were going to have to parallel park, he just said : “park there” and...you parked perfectly. It was a spot against a wall, with a car in front of you, and you went in perfectly fine. You had just parallel parked without even noticing it.

When your dad pointed it out, you said that it wasn’t true, that it wasn’t parallel parking (though it was clear it was), and got all up on your high horse about how you couldn’t parallel park and he should drop it ! EVEN THOUGH YOU JUST PARALLEL PARKED !

But nope. You were too stubborn to decide you could do it. At least for now.

And that was with everything. For some reason you had decided that going from fourth to fifth gear was annoying, and kept missing the fifth gear to go directly on the sixth (of course your father’s...one of your father’s car would have a sixth gear), making the car jump.

Oh whenever you decided you couldn’t do something, it was almost impossible to change your mind ! And it’s yet another day where your dad was trying to make you parallel park, after two hours of trying, that he finally lost his cool.

You had to give it to him, he did stay patient for long...But Tony Stark wasn’t the most patient of men, and so one day, after weeks of trying to help you, he snapped.

-Oh you know what (Y/N) ?! I give up ! Fine ! You suck at parallel parking ! You can’t do it even though I’ve seen you do it countless times whenever I didn’t tell you you were going to parallel park ! Fine ! You can’t do it ! But to have your driving license you need to know it so I guess that means you’ll never be able to have your driving license uh ?

He got out of the car and threw his arms up in the air, beyond frustrated. And oh your snarky response made him sigh :

-Told you you wouldn’t have the patience to teach me. I win.

With a growl, he gestures for you to get back in the passenger seat and drove back home. That night, neither of you spoke to the other and Pepper sighed, guessing that both your stubbornness showed today yet again.

The next day, when your father came home, he found a note on the table, hand written by you, stapled on...your driving license. You had written :

“I passed my driving license today, and got it with every points possible. I parallel parked flawlessly. Don’t tell me what I can’t do. ...I love you by the way, thanks for the lessons, come give me a kiss good night. Love ya, (Y/N).”

...The eye roll your father made that night was his best one yet. Oh my God. Of course. Of course only when he lost patience and told you you wouldn’t be able to have your driving license you got it. Typical you. Just because he said you couldn’t parallel park, just because you wanted to prove him wrong...Damn stubborn kid.

Another eye roll and he was going to give you that kiss good night...Which made him smile. Even at sixteen, you needed that kiss good night...

************

You don’t know why the memory of your father teaching you how to drive is the first to come to your mind...Maybe because it showed the full extent of your damn stubbornness ?

Yes. You’ve always been very stubborn, but right now, as you feel your blood slowly leaving your body, you know even your legendary stubbornness cannot save you...

But you know who else is extremely stubborn ?

Your father.

When the agent of S.H.I.E.L.D that were with you told him you died on the battlefield, that they saw you falling. When they talked about the huge explosion, how there was no way you survived that...He didn’t listen.

When they told him that it wasn’t safe to go back for your corpse (he punched the man who told him that, you were alive, he wasn’t getting your “corpse” ! ...He couldn’t even think about that possibility without feeling his heart slowly breaking...) because some enemies could still lurk around and sneak attack him, he didn’t listen.

No. He didn’t.

Because after all, you weren’t stubborn for no reasons. Nope. You definitely got that from your dad. Your birth mom being unknown (she dropped you off at Stark Tower one day, with a note stating you were his...a quick paternity test later and Tony Stark decided that it was time to sober up, because now, he was a father, and had responsibilities...Pepper Potts helped a lot), everyone could only assume you took after your dad on that point.

You were a Stark. It was in your DNA to be stubborn.

And it was in his.

And so, going against everything told him that day, he went back for you.

Of course, the rest of the Avengers couldn’t leave him do that alone. Because there was a high chance the place still had enemies lurking but most importantly because...because if you were indeed dead, then Tony Stark would need all the support in the World to survive this news.

Hell, they couldn’t even imagine a World without you, your quirks, your quick wits and sarcasms, and your damn stubbornness...No, none of them could.

Not Captain America, to whom you always showed nothing but understanding, acknowledging his PTSD, and helping him understand the modern world.

Not Black Widow, that you came to call “Aunty Nat’ ” to piss her off (it made her feel old), but that secretly loved it.

Not Bruce Banner, that your smile always seemed to soothe and calm, that your laugh as a child inspired his greatest inventions. Not Hulk, that your stubbornness and glare kinda frightens.

Not Rhodes, with whom you grew up and with whom your favorite past time was to annoy the Hell out of your father.

Not Hawkeye, who still has to teach you so many trick shots and such, and also, you’re not done with that Lord of the Rings/Bilbo the Hobbit marathon !

Not...Not any of them. Listing the people that would miss you would actually take a long time. What of Happy, who often baby sat you when you were a little one and both your father and Pepper were busy ? Or what about Pepper herself, who raised you like her own, even before she got with your father ?

This is why they decided to follow your father, as he rushes through a dangerous war zone, albeit there wasn’t much hope about your survival but hey...if one could survive a blast that big, a hit that ended in a massive explosion...It could only be (Y/N) Stark, the stubbornnest of them all !

And so the Avengers launch to your rescue, followed by an army of Shield agents because...Well, (Y/N) Stark was worth a try.

************

You fight. You fight like Hell to stay awake. You’re not done yet. There’s so much you have to do !

But you can feel life running out of you, through the multiple wounds you have. Your suit took most of the blast but...Well, it was one hell of a blast !

Yes. You feel like your stubbornness won’t help you at all. Hell, it’s what got you in this mess in the first place. Everyone told you to pull back, but there were still people to save...And you got hit by a missile thrown by a coward.

Ha. What an unfitting end !

You slowly close your eyes, and for the first time of your life, you decide to surrender. There’s no point anyway. It’s just more pain and...

-(Y/N) ! (Y/N) BABY GIRL !

It’s your father’s voice, isn’t it ? This sparks a new wave of fight inside you.

When you hear the rest of the Avengers, you try to speak, but you can’t.

And when you hear the shield agents, you know you gotta fight ! Yes ! After all, they’re the one that told you to retreat, to leave the battlefield...You couldn’t let them be right about the danger right ?! You could die like they said you probably would if you stayed behind right ? Nope.

You couldn’t.

You were too damn stubborn for that...

Your father is here now. He opens his helmet and your met with his scared to death eyes. No. You couldn’t die here. You couldn’t let them be right, and you...you couldn’t leave your dad.

You smile at him, and manage to say a weak “hi daddy-oh”.

This makes you spit too much blood, and your dad tell you to not speak...Which makes you say :

-I’ll speak if I want to...

He cannot help, even in that terrible moment, to roll his eyes, and, a small smile on his face, he says :

-Damn stubborn kid.

You can’t laugh, it hurts to much, but you’re pretty sure you said :

-That’s me. Not worst than when you tried to teach me how to drive though...

Everything goes black.

************

-Damn stubborn kid.

You hear as you open your eyes.

Yes. Stubborn as Hell. So stubborn that while you should be dead, you’re still alive, because you fought to prove everyone wrong.

Damn stubborn kid, your father says, as he brushes your hair softly and lovingly with the tip of his fingers.

You can see his eyes are filled red and wet and...your dad ? Crying ? Impossible. And yet.

He almost witnessed his daughter die...For a few seconds, you were dead.

And for the first time in his life, Tony Stark thanked whoever was the one that decided to make you even more stubborn than him...because how else would you have survived ?

Who else, after the doctors said : “There’s nothing we can do now, she’s dead...” would have prove them wrong by making this flat dreaded line move up again. By breathing while she should be dead ?

Who else, out of pure spite (he was sure of it), would survive death ? Who else, just because someone said : “she’s dead”, would still be alive ?

No one else. Just you.

(Y/N) Stark. The most stubborn of them all.

His precious little girl...

Fin.

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...Awful. This was suppose to be just a funny story about Tony Stark teaching his stubborn kid how to drive, and it ended up being...this. Erf. I hate it when I start to write a story that’s completely different from what I initially had in mind. Sorry ‘bout that. I haven’t slept in 36 hours and still feel not tired so like eh. I don’t know why I’m saying this. MEH. As usual, I didn’t re-read myself, proofread or anything, because of reasons. The End.

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fictionerd · 7 years ago

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Good to see you, friends.

I suppose the header here says it all.

FIRST: I stand by everything I’ve said up to this point. I felt that people who abandoned this show early read a lot of metaphor into the show that either wasn’t meant to be there or wasn’t meant to be the focus. I think that those who painted Hiro as just another chosen one character were wrong about that, and I believe the worldbuilding (Slow or not) was worth sticking around. This is not an entire heel-face turn.

However, Episode fourteen of Darling in the FranXX hurt me. It hurt me deeply right after I was an insensitive prick on the internet (Big surprise there) to its critics. In particular to the hosts of a show I love and watch every god-damn week. So having gone through that ordeal and realizing how frustratingly antagonistic I’d been in some cases seeing what they decided to do with this episode was nearly enough to put me off the series entirely. So let’s discuss why Darling in the FranXX episode fourteen pissed me off so badly.

After the rollercoaster of positive progression in character story that was last week’s episode I naturally expected the end-of-episode revelation to carry that progress into this one. Instead what we get is the entirety of Squad 13 doing their damnedest to keep Hiro and Zero Two away from each other.

These people who claim to be Hiro’s friend. These people who claimed they had tried to give Zero Two a chance. They banded together to keep them apart, and for what? His safety? Don’t make me laugh. They didn’t even bother to listen to his feelings on the matter, they just decided that it was for his own good to post a guard on his fucking hospital room and attempt to physically restrain Zero Two from coming near it.

However, they weren’t the only idiots present. Hiro and Zero Two are getting a piece of my mind as well. Hiro didn’t even try to explain why he needed to see Zero Two. These are his friends, as we’ve established. Many of these people he’s known since childhood. Ichigo in particular should have been some one he’d have been willing to open up to considering their history together. Yet in all the time they were together in the hospital room he didn’t think to say, “I remembered that Zero Two and I had history together before we met here at the Plantation.”? Even if Ichigo’s response would have been to believe it was just Zero Two messing with his head I’d at least believe that Hiro’s following actions made some kind of sense.

Zero Two as well. She’s made no effort whatsoever to earn the trust of Ichigo and the others because she was sooooo convinced she didn’t need them. Continually seeing herself as a monster despite her desire not to be one. Nothing Hiro has done for her throughout their lives has managed to actually convince her to change. Being “human” isn’t something attained through genetics. It’s in how you behave that your humanity is measured. Zero Two has ultimately failed to realize this.

In summation: all the characters behaved like idiots and got their idiot asses handed to them.

I went back, as I should have long-ago done, and watched the Anime FMK coverage for Episode one of DitF. Every problem they had with the show was basically distilled into this one episode. When exposed to that much suck in such an extreme concentration it finally clicked with me and I awakened to an understanding of where they were coming from.

I’ve done a lot of criticizing series this season for not building up their worlds or characters enough, and I realize now that I’ve been something of a hypocrite here. FranXX drip-fed worldbuilding well, but the early episodes failed to build up the characters enough for us to have cared about them. When they finally did start building up those characters the quality of the show improved, but this episode made it face-plant right back into the asphalt.

I remember last year I raged against Eren Jaeger for never changing. Seeing this episode made me realize that any change in the FranXX characters was cosmetic and temporary, or at least seems to have been.

Still... I’ve stuck with worse shows... Far worse... [One hand Message plays in the distance] and they’ve actually managed to pleasantly surprise me. So I’m going to keep watching FranXX and I’m going to keep covering it. Albeit with a slightly more middle-of-the-road perspective on things. Darling in the FranXX, please take steps to restore my faith in you.

To Sirs Creighton, Frerichs, and Somerlade I offer my deepest apologies for my more zealous actions in defense of the series. I’ve treated you more as despots than as soldiers fighting in the same war. I’m Sorry.

And that’s it. That’s all I have to say this time around. Let us go and cheer ourselves up with some Gegege no Kitaro.

Until then, keep talking fiction, friends! I’ll see you soon.

#Anime #Darling in the FranXX #DitF #FranXX #Episode 14 #Fictionerd #Let's Talk Anime

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isroselalondebisexual · 7 years ago

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*hesitantly slides my trollswapped kids for you to analyze* Rose Peixes (I thought Rose with a horrorterror for a mom figure would be a neat concept), Dave Ampora, John Vantas, Jade Megido

Rose Peixes! Queen of Alternia, with a shot for the throne, a giant huge large big thousand-tentacled lusus for a mom. Gl'bgolyb is a lusus that makes demands of her charge, but we know from Feferi that she also does engage with her child frequently. Feferi spoke with her lusus, and learned about the encroaching destruction of the universe from her, and then was also able to speak with other horror terrors, which were more vast and horrifying than their emissary, and make friends with them AND gain a boon, so what I can glean from that is that Gl’bgolyb, despite having relatively high demand, was also pretty warm and loving as far as lususes go. Maybe not an authoritative parenting style all across, because she did make high demands and there WAS threat of real and devastating consequences, but not all parents are perfect. Anyway, Rose, raised with all the power in the world, and a lusus that loved her but required some pretty tasking stuff from her with threat of killing her friends if she didn’t cooperate, would result in Rose being a very, very driven person, I think. The throne is hers to seize, if she can fight for it, Alternia is hers to govern, and Rose is not someone to half-ass things. She would be privileged, as anyone from that station would be, and maybe not fully understand the social order on account of being very young still, plus she would be socialized with Alternia’s definition of “fairness,” but I think she would be more concerned with personal achievement than doing stuff like Trizza tbh. She’s relentless, driven, always clawing for bigger, better, harder, faster, someone with a ravenous pursuit of excellence, someone who is dissatisfied with herself unless her idea of perfection is achieved. Rose Peixes and Azula from Avatar would probably be pretty similar tbeh. She’s here to WIN. As Seer of Life, Rose would be the one to foresee the “onward march of positive progress.” That’s pulled straight from the extended zodiac page, btw. Hussie tells us that Life players are “concerned with the betterment of themselves and those around them,” so Rose is all about seeing the way things can be improved, interested in using her sight to propel things forward, make them better, refine them, take the future by the horns and drive it in the direction of progress. Yes, she’s spoiled and privileged, and yes, she needs to learn that her own definition of progress might not always match with other’s, but Rose likes to learn and is quick to adapt to new information, so I have full confidence that Rose Peixes, Seer of Life, would be a harbinger of that which is good.

Dave Ampora, hmmmm. Well, his attention seeking ways are going nowhere. Dave gets raised at the top of the spectrum, full royalty, with only one person in all the world who outranks him by blood, and he just so happens to be childhood best friends/moirails with her. Definitely still a hipster, definitely still takes photographs of weird deep-sea shit and scenic ocean views, absolutely looks up to and adores his ancestor a lot, creating an ideal image of him in his brain that he tries to pursue. Living in the wrecked ship of his ancestor instead of an actual hive is also a very hipster thing to do sooooo. Probably doesn’t like it when people tell him that ancestors aren’t real, or that his was lame. Rose is probably the one telling him how lame his ancestor was tbeh. Dave VERY likely wouldn’t want to help Rose with feeding Gl’bgolyb, that doesn’t strike me as something Dave would want to do, or that Rose would need help with, so he’s more focused on the emotional and caretaking elements of their moirallegiance. Primarily: Rose go the fuck to sleep it’s 3 in the afternoon the sun’s been up for hours I don’t care if you haven’t gotten it “just right” yet you’re never gonna get it “just right” because you’re a fucking perfectionist now get inside your goddamned ‘coon you absolute madwoman or so help me god I’ll swim down there and dunk you in that pile of slime myshellf! Needs constant validation for himself, which on one hand, that’s fine, on the other, he doesn’t ever want to confront when he’s been the one to make a mistake, or that he’s the one who’s overstepped, and that’s something he has to work on and work through, as someone born into immense wealth and power. As Knight of Hope, his task is as the group cheerleader, sort of. He’s the one protecting and sustaining everyone’s ability to look up, look forward, he’s the one that helps and allows Rose to pursue that better future, he’s the one giving John the emotional support and assurance that yes, John is valued and loved and definitely one of the group and not an outsider, Dave is the one to offer Jade support when she thinks the world is resting squarely on her own shoulders and help her keep her cheery disposition, even when life looks hard. He is an odd mix of deeply empathetic and loving, but also selfish at times, and too certain of his own rightness.

John Vantas has a screechy dad and mutant blood, which means he’s really, really good at laughing off conflict. If someone is mad at him, it doesn’t really touch him, which, on one hand, is good for conflict deescalation because it means he’s never sending off the signals that would lead to a back and forth of conflict getting worse and worse and worse. On the other, it can make having serious conversations with him an ABSOLUTE nightmare, because John isn’t taking them SERIOUSLY and he needs to LISTEN! Probably also has a very fatalistic sense of humor, as a way of coping with the fact that he could die at pretty much literally any second. “Whoops, almost got hit by a bus, ahaha, should’ve moved into that street a little faster ;B” *minor inconvenience happens* “Guess I’ll die.” It doesn’t help that Alternia is really violent and unsafe just, like, in general. Every goddamned troll has PTSD and I will stand by that. But humor is John’s coping mechanism, as well as just, he’s a dude who likes a laugh. He’s here for a good time, not a long time. Since he’s a mutant, he defines himself in society primarily based on who he’s friends with! With the Heiress and a fishprince as his good friends, plus his dear sweet darling burgundy moirail, that makes him… relatively well off, actually? He’s not sure how this is happening, but he does know that he loves Rose Dave and Jade so so so so much and ngl I think flush DaveJohn and pitch, playfully-competitive “i’m a bigger little shit than you are” JohnRose would be… excellent… I ship everything y’all I don’t know what you’re expecting of me. He puts a LOT of stock in his relationships with his friends, which unfortunately means that he gets very depressed if he’s left alone for too long. He’s an extrovert with a blood mutation that makes it so he can’t actually GO OUT and engage in activities for fear of revealing his blood color. How does he deal with it? More fatalistic humor. Hahaha… he’s so lonely… haha… At least Jade knows, that’s probably an immense comfort, and when Dave and Rose find out Dave’s immediate assurances that they still love him and this doesn’t change anything would do wonders for John’s outlook on life, as is Dave’s role. As Heir of Blood, I mentioned this already but John places a LOT of his identity in his bonds with others. In many ways, his quest is learning how to balance that with constructing a personal identity. He’s a lowblood, offspectrum mutant on Alternia, that doesn’t allow for a lot of individual value to be placed on himself, so that’s something he’s got to learn and grow away from, but at the same time, his friends are his anchors, what keeps him sane and happy and healthy, so it’s important too for him to grow alongside them, entwined with them, part of their group, part of the whole, part of the community that is no longer stacked unfairly against him. It’s a balance, but he’ll find it.

Jade Megido, raised by a kangaram, low socioeconomic status but magic powers that can break mountains. Nothing can possibly go wrong with this. She’s pretty relentlessly positive, angry at the society that labels her as “lesser” but with a sort of learned helplessness about her that makes her think there’s nothing truly to be done to fight back against it. So fuck the system altogether then! She’s here for a good time, not a long time, her lifespan is short and that’s provided she can even make it that long! So she’s gonna go PET BARKBEASTS and DO SCIENCE and EXPLORE THOSE COOL RUINS NEAR HER HIVE and visit her moirail who she loves dearly. She doesn’t have any of the funding necessary to get the parts and chemicals that she needs on her own, but luckily for her Dave is a people pleaser and vastly wealthy and also flush with her moirail so she can pester him for favors. She fears neither god nor death, pass her some fucking robot parts. A real “Fuckit” mentality, I think, but here to have a good time! Still deeply compassionate as a person, and still lying about how sucky her situation truly is, to her friends and also to herself. She likes to think of herself as just making the most of a bad situation but really she’s just avoiding confronting the fact that Alternia really, really SUCKS for warmbloods and there’s nothing she, one single person, can do in the face of the vastness of it all. As Witch of Time, she is confronted with her own corpse again and again and again, forcing her to look at the fact that life isn’t fair and doesn’t care about her, that she’s mortal, that death comes for them all. But as Witch, she is given the opportunity to CHANGE things. She’s handed the ability to make a difference, to grab the Game and make it do as she tells it to. And so she must first confront her own mortality, and then step forward and change it, she must learn confidence and drive. She cannot just ignore or lie about her problems, she must fix them, and that is where her growth lies. This has some immediate backlash of making Jade think, once she realizes that change lies in her hands, that she is responsible for everything, and that the tables have been flipped entirely and she stands alone as the sole savior of their group. But Rose is there with her sight, and Dave is there with encouragement and compassion, and John is always there to help her, listen to her, talk with her, and Jade is not alone in this. As always, their success lies in all of their strengths working together, and they are triumphant as a team.

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biancamlopez-blog · 7 years ago

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Relationships.

Welcome to my first blog post!

The relationships we forge with others and the strength of them define who we are. I am passionate about every important relationship I create with others, and am thankful for everyone I have crossed paths with. The following are the relationships I have in my life, in no particular order of importance.

God

My relationship with God and my faith have wavered in the past because of some dark places that I have been in, which will be explored here briefly and in great length in another post. If you know me or follow me through social platforms, you know that I am currently prepping for a bikini competition this July and I’ve turned to the Lord for strength, will, and perseverance. His will be done in every part of my life and I trust in Him completely for the plan he has for my life.

My Father

My father is a former Marine, former police officer, and former immigration officer, so he’s always been a man of strong character and great physical strength. My dad was sooooo hard on me growing up. I used to hate how my friends had certain privileges that I didn’t during my childhood and adolescence, such as staying out late, going certain places, or doing certain things. As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned to appreciate the values he’s instilled in me. He taught me how to work hard, give my all in everything I pursue, and now that I’ve become independent, he is now teaching me the ropes about how to be a successful woman. My dad is the ultimate example of the type of man I want to be with someday. He’s provided, protected, and professed his love and commitment to my mother, my brother and myself and I admire him to no end.

My Mother

My mother and I could not be more opposite from each other. We carry ourselves differently, have staunch political differences, and can sometimes drive each other a little crazy! But one thing I know for sure is that she is always there to lend a helping hand with any pickle I may find myself in. She helped me tremendously with my bout of depression about a year and a half ago and I would be lost without her, maybe not even alive. My mom has overcome some personal obstacles of hers with such perseverance and I’m immensely proud to call her mom.

My Brother

My brother David and I are six and a half years apart. He was in fifth grade when I was senior in high school. It’s really difficult to form a close bond with someone that far apart in age with when you’re both young, especially being of the opposite sex, but I am happy that as he’s gotten a little older, we’ve gotten closer. I am excited to see what kind of man he will become and am proud of the young man he already is. He’ll be moving to San Marcos in the fall for school and I’m stoked to see him more often!

My Best Friends

I have three best friends: Vicki, Alexis, and Natasha, all of which, not coincidentally, were my college roommates at some point. I lived with Vicki from January 2011-August 2013, Alexis from August 2013-August 2014, and Natasha from January 2016-present. Each of them are my best friends for different reasons. Vicki was my first roommate I ever had. She and I were randomly paired up at the Dobie Center, a private dorm across the street from the UT Austin campus. She was there for me through my formative times while I was adjusting to moving away from my hometown and has always been a great shoulder to cry on, a friend to get shitfaced at frat parties with, and vent to. I know this also may sound strange, but being from Laredo, a city with a 90% Latinx population, she taught me a lot about being friends with people outside my race as she is White. Moving to Austin in 2011 was a definite culture shock and having a friend with a difference perspective through the lens race helped me adjust. She’s also woke AF; she’s so dope.

Alexis and I met each other when she subleased from an ex-boyfriend that I was planning on living with (thank GOD that didn’t happen). Alexis was also the first friend I told that I had gotten kicked out of school for my grades (something I will share more about in another post). Alexis is the person I told some of my deepest, darkest secrets to and she has done the same with me. We’ve never judged each other, have always helped each other, and been there for each other. She’s an AMAZING listener. I had the pleasure of taking an elective class with her called Capital Punishment in America my last semester at UT and it was awesome to see her in a thought provoking setting and learning more about her perspective on complicated issues. She’s living in Dallas, TX now climbing up the corporate ladder and I’m proud to call her my best friend. She has one of the purest hearts I’ve ever seen and that’s hard to find nowadays.

Natasha and I were roommates at good ol’ Town Lake Student Apartments when I subleased from her former roommate that had just graduated. She is the little, big sister in my life. She’s twenty-one and I’m twenty-six and I swear, I look up to that girl. She graduated college at twenty (whaaaaaat), is financially, spiritually, and emotionally independent, and is the most responsible person I know. She keeps me in check. She kicks my ass when I need it. She pushes me to be the best person I can be in every facet of life. Besides my father, I don’t think I admire anyone more than I admire her. We pick each other’s brains all the time and she’s not your typical barely-legal girl. She’s more successful than some of the bums I’ve dated! Ha!

You go to college to meet your bridesmaids y’all, not your husband.

Jose Angel

I have a male best friend too! His name is Angel and we’ve known each other since we were five years old. How many people can say they’ve been friends for almost twenty-two years? We grew up together and weren’t super close the whole time I’ve known him, but in the last five years we’ve grown extremely close and he sets me straight as well. He helps me with boy probs, financial advice, and just life in general. He lives in Houston, TX and I really wish I could see him more often than I do. Every time I visit him in Houston he’s always down to do whatever I want to do. I am very lucky to have a good hearted, male friend that is near and dear to my heart.

My Not-As Close Friends

I try to live my life with the purest intentions in my heart, and I feel that I have lots of close and not-so-close friends, acquaintances and supporters from afar because of this. Just know, especially with this bikini prep that I’m on, I appreciate all of your support and kindness. Know that I am always there to lend an ear, a helping hand, ANYTHING (within reason). I love meeting and connecting with new people so don't hesitate to reach out. Let’s be fraaaans :)

My Exes

I do not communicate with two of my four ex boyfriends. The ones I do talk to or have talked to are my high school boyfriend, who I haven’t heard from in years and is just a Facebook friend, and one other. I’ve been through some pretty traumatic shit in past relationships, some a little too deep to share here, but I wish them all the best and all the success in the world in every aspect of their lives. Despite the turmoil I’ve been through, I’ve loved, lost, and will continue to love deeply. I've been lied to, cheated on, broken up with the day before my birthday, been left the day before Valentine’s Day, been emotionally and mentally abused, but I honestly believe in love, and the man who I end up with will be an incredibly lucky man. I’ve loved the wrong men fiercely, imagine how great I can be and how I can love the right man?

My Current Relationship Status

I am seeing someone, but it is in the very early stages of getting to know each other; we’ve recently reconnected. I met him a few years ago when I was definitely not ready to pursue a relationship with anyone else besides my most recent ex, who I was broken up with at the time. We shall see! Like I said, I trust the plan God has for my life.

MYSELF

Besides my relationship with God, this is the most important relationship I have, the one I have with myself. I’m learning to love myself more and more everyday. I have a newfound or resurfaced confidence again since I started my fat loss journey. I learn something new about myself almost every day! I still don’t have it all figured out, but that’s the beauty of life. Always moving forward.

I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am honest to every person I come to meet. What you see is what you get. I don’t play games, I don’t have malicious intentions. I am an open book. Get to know me :)

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justafunkylildude · 7 years ago

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V route: after bad ending 1

okay so this contains spoilers all over ngl and i wrote it on the spur of the moment, so this is a wip :D tell me what you think, if i should continue it and if i should ship this mc with a character or just write a basic fic. also idk where i’m going with this lmao pls don’t @ me

Walking down the street, I caught a glimpse of the electronic billboard showing the news.

“Next news. A group involved in abductions, illegal drug abuses, and other illegal practices was caught red-handed by the police.”

Huh. What a scary world we live in. There are people who actually do things like that, thank god I was careful.

…anyways! I should go home and order some fried wings.

Steadily walking back home, I arrived at my front door only to see my best friend Hyuna pacing back and forth. She looked anxious and mumbled continuously, a habit she couldn’t really let go of since our childhood.

Carefully, I approached her when she turned her back to me, and tickled her exposed sides. The scream she let out sent my neighbor’s door flying open to give us a glare dripping with silent judgement and threats.

“…sorry”, Hyuna and I mumbled simultaneously. My neighbor retreated back into her apartment and we approached mine. After entering, I made a bee line to my kitchen and prepared some tea while Hyuna sat down on one of the various colorful poufs randomly strewn across the floor.

“Sooooo… what brings my dearest childhood friend to my humble abode?”, I turned to her and took a seat next to her.

She glanced at me briefly before sighing deeply. “I don’t know where to start…”, she mumbled.

“Well, if it’s about your new hacker boyfriend, I already knew that beforehand.”

“…you know that your psychic powers will always be creepy, right?”, she answered and gave me a small smile.

“Hey, you chose to be friends with a clairvoyant, deal with it”, I shrugged and stroke her long chestnut colored hair. “I couldn’t see all the details, but I can grasp the basic story: You got caught up in some kind of scam - seriously girl, learn how to say no -, got lured into an apartment, met the RFA and fell in love with that furry hacker Saeyoung and he saved you from another hacker, but then the dream stopped. What happened?”

Hyuna closed her eyes and took a deep sigh. “Well, we found out that his twin brother has been caught up in some weird cult all the time and went there to save him, but by the time we arrived the place was already swarming with police forces carrying out cult members including his brother and Rika - you saw her in your dreams?”

I shook my head and urged her silently to continue talking.

“She is - was - the head of the RFA and apparently started this weird secret cult based on her twisted belief. She is responsible for all these abductions you may have seen on the news recently and drugged innocent people into following her to her ‘paradise’, calling herself ‘savior’. The whole RFA is currently in dismay and investigating while Saeyoung is frantically trying to get more information as his twin Saeran is set up for trial. I couldn’t help any of them, so I came here. Sorry”, she ended her explanation with an uneasy smile.

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betariz-blog1 · 7 years ago

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alright. here we go again. it’s me – acacia. the garbage behind the queen that is beatriz hong. i forgot to tell y’all about me. so, here it goes: i like kpop. that’s it. so, anyways, here’s some stuff about beatriz! ✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧

****psa you clicked on this so you’re obligated to plot with me srry but i don’t make the rules.

�� * . ╰ ✯ › ⊰ JENNIE KIM, CIS-FEMALE, TWENTY-ONE ⊱ is that BEATRIZ HONG ? the STUDENT & ASPIRING MUSICIAN. they’re known to be CHARISMATIC & ALLURING. but also NAIVE & RECKLESS. unknown to them, they are the reincarnation of PSYCHE.

BACKGROUND + TRIGGER WARNINGS: abandonment/adoption, depression

ok so so sooooo, beatriz grew up in an orphanage. (this for sure got dark fast. whoops??) basically all her childhood memories before she was ten was all with other orphans. and it wasn’t like she didn’t like the people or the place, it was her home for awhile after all. but once she was old enough to realize what the hell was going on she got pretty sad… she often wondered why her biological fam didn’t keep her. therefore, she knows absolutely nothing about her real parents.

but yo it ain’t always sad because eventually bea gets adopted into a wealthy family. her adoptive father, mark hong, was a famous actor and stuntman back in the 1960s. (think of jackie chan tbh) her adoptive mother, joan hong, was an award-winning actress in south korea. when her parents got together they were madly in love. once they got married, they wanted to have a baby. but unfortunately, joan was incapable of getting pregnant. so they turned to adoption!! and that’s when bea comes in and becomes the light of their lives!! eventually, her mom retired… but her father wanted to continue being in the film industry and he’s now a film director and producer.

so, bea grew up around the fame and what not. acting had always seem interesting to her. she was featured in a couple commercials and spoke a few lines in shows, but never went any further than that. acting was nice but she knew it wasn’t meant for her. luckily, her parents were understanding and never pressured her to chose a career like theirs. if she wanted to be a model, doctor, teacher – they would’ve supported her no matter what.

once bea turned thirteen she went through an awkward phase. while she had some friends, she didn’t have many. and it wasn’t because she couldn’t make them, she just felt better being alone. however, with this time alone she got into writing. at first it was basic poetry she was taught in school. then eventually it developed into lyrics. that’s when bea knew song writing became a passion for her.

on her fourteenth birthday she asked for keyboard. then started to write her own music. this lead to other instruments such as the guitar, ukulele, and a midi pad controller. she started to produce her own music and like published it all over youtube and soundcloud (yeah she was one of thoSSEEEE.) eventually, she started growing an audience. she didn’t expect people to enjoy what she was producing. sometimes she would do covers of songs and that’s how it all began.

she’s not signed to any companies yet. she has a manager who’s in charge of all her content and actions bscly. she’s currently writing songs, the concept she has going right now is ariana grande’s my everything. aka she just got out of the your’s truly phase and is slowly transforming. she’s trying to one day fulfill her dream of becoming a real singer. but if she isn’t singing she’s a full time college student. she’s currently unemployed looking for a job. but she really doesn’t have to seeing she comes from a pretty wealthy family that loves her unconditionally.

PERSONALITY + RELATIONSHIPS

PERSONALITY wise, the girl has two sides. personality a: she is charismatic, creative, and alluring. she’s a sweetheart y’all. and i’m pretty sure that people try to push her around a lot. she’s very giving and has the best fan service. if her manager tells her not to stop and socialize at the airport, you know she’s gonna push past security to sneak in a few pics and accept those gifts. and when her friends force her out to party, trust that she’s gonna wild out. this girl looks like an absolute ball of sunshine. but personality b: everyone has a limit and if someone reaches her’s, that girl will snap so fast. she’s a bit naive and doesn’t have a good filter. so, most people find her rude sometimes but she only calls it as she sees it. she can be sarcastic af. sarcasm being her only form of defense. she’s grown out of her tough head of hair and morphed into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying?? self destructive?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. basically she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

bea and FRIENDS. she’s a very energetic and outgoing girl. she’s really good at making friends and is in need of attention constantly. although she might have some slight trust issues. therefore, probably won’t ever get that deep with them. she still wants a shit ton of friend. bea kinda has that mom friend. she plans out their day, makes sure they stay on task, looks both ways before crossing the street, etc etc. but… she’s most likely the baby of the group. considering the fact she just turned twenty-one. so, mostly everyone has the need to protect her at all costs. but she ends up being the protector instead. she loves deeply and cares deeply. she would literally give up the world for the people she cares about the most. she likes to keep to herself most of the time, because she knows it keeps her out of drama. but she can still kick it with people who get themselves into drama (does that make sense??) you can say, she tends to hangout with the wrong people sometimes. rip. maybe because she wants to believe people r good (even though she knows they aren’t lol.) overall, i would say she needs a lot of friends. LOVE THIS LIL SMOL BEAN.

as for ENEMIES. i don’t really think she has any, but she might. deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she has abandonment issues. therefore, she might come off as standoff-ish to new people. she keeps her circle tight. so maybe they think she’s cliquey? or she could have pushed people away. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. bea: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so maybe people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey. and there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

and when it comes to LOVERS. what a thing just thinking about it. for being such a beautiful and captivating woman, she hasn’t had a serious relationship. has she been in relationships? possibly so, but it probably only lasted a month. dates? yes, she has definitely been spotted with a couple guys. but a serious relationship? never. this is because a boyfriend would mean the following: allowing someone into your life and exposing every single thing about yourself. loving someone with all your heart and giving them the power to h u r t you. that’s scary!!! so, bea is a big baby when it comes to things like this. i’m sure she’s friendzoned a lot of guys. her excuse being, she doesn’t have time for a relationship right now. (but ya she’s just scared.) i think bea is just waiting for the right guy… whoever tht is??

WANTED CONNECTIONS

FRIENDS

best friend — someone she believes (or wants to believe) will always be there for her. the person she feels most comfortable with. someone she hasn’t pushed away them away and hopes she won’t ever have to. // m, f, or nb

childhood friend — her first friend(s)! the one she’s known since she got adopted. someone who has always been around. almost like family. // m, f, or nb

winghoe — the wingman yo. someone who sees bea a soft ball of sunshine. is constantly trying to get her to go out on dates and what not. // m, f, or nb

brotherly figure— completely platonic relationship. just someone who can protect this small bean at all costs. // m or nb

sisterly/motherly figure — someone who she looks up to. someone who she sees a role model. // f or nb

ENEMIES

mistaken — someone who thinks she’s just a rude, standoff-ish, biatch. bea has probably tried to explain to them that she doesn’t mean to come off like that. but this person just ain’t having it. // m, f, or nb

pushed away — they used to be friends but once shit got real, bea dropped them real fast. she just cut them off and it kind of resulted into this fucked up unnecessary tension. // m, f, or nb

rivals — someone who hates her and some she hates too. maybe they throw some mad shade at her all the time. just a lot of fighting. // m, f, or nb

corrupter — she is so naive. so maybe this person did her real dirty leaked some info about her being adopted? like once a really good friend and someone she can’t stand. // m, f, or nb

LOVERS

exes — so basically, they had a thing but bea called it quits. or they did?? either way, bea just tries to ignore the fact that they were ever a thing. however, she’s mad awkward around them if they ever run into each other. // m or nb

the date — that one person she went on a date with. probably had some huge dating scandal after her relationship with her ex ended. // m or nb

publicity stunt — this would be good for the future. her manager probably set her up for this because she wasn’t in the top fifteen on the charts. they could get along or they could absolutely despise each other. // m or nb

the one — this could be a friend, an enemy, anything really. this could go in any direction we want. but this person gonna end up being the o n e. // m or nb

*** to be honest, throw whatever ideas you have right at me! i’m so down for whatever

MISCELLANEOUS

☆ overall beatriz is a big ol’ fluff ball. the world sees her as a babydoll dressed in black and pink. an absolute doll. charming, cute, and talented. she seems like the full package. an absolute angel to her small group of fans, acquaintances, and etc….but anyone who really knows her, knows the girl has some bad abandonment issues because of her biological parents. and therefore pushes away the people who truly care about her. this also makes her really lonely, leaving her to be almost depressed. she’s truly a mess for someone who seems to have it all figured out.

alright, this the end of my long ass intro. like dis up if u trynna plot. WE OO WE OOOOO.

#ofgods:intro #depression tw #abandonment tw

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razzmatash · 8 years ago

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Eyyyyy pal! OC question time (and hugs to your girls because I love every one of 'em) (✿´ ꒳ ` ) For any or all of your gals... 1) How would they describe themselves versus how others close to them would describe them? 2) How does their living space reflect their personality? 3) What kind of rumors might circulate about them (outside of the 'ordinary')? Are any of them true? BONUS question just because I'm curious: 4) If they were a Pokémon trainer, what Pokémon would they carry with them?

Any? Pft, try all XD Under a cut because I decided to write a damn novel for them OTL

Asha Cousland

1. Asha doesn’t really look at herself too nicely. She’d say she’s bossy and harsh, not very likable and super strict. She’s not entirely wrong but Aedan and Alistair know her better. Aedan’s always known she was quiet and preferred to stay on the edges of a crowd so being thrust into the spotlight makes her snappish. He also knows that if you can get her to open up and trust you, she’ll be a friend for life and even though he knows she’s a reserved person, it honestly hurts him to see how closed off she becomes because of the whole origins situation. Alistair would just say that she has a very low tolerance for bullshit and doesn’t want to waste time screwing around. She’s very much a thinker and planner so that they only have to do things once and as far as he’s concerned, she’s a very likable person and if other people can’t see that, more for him.2. Her living spaces are always highly organized. Because her life dissolved into chaos in the course of a night, she tried to keep her control however she could. Which pretty much boiled down to her tent and belongings. She always knows where everything is and can get waspish when people start messing and fiddling with it. She just really isn’t a fan of clutter because she’s had enough of unknown factors in her life that she doesn’t want anymore of it.

3. Most rumours about her are generally about her not being a friendly person. Which can be true to an extent but that just factors back to her not wanting to deal with bullshit and the nobles are famous for it. The rumours are mostly baseless though, especially if you ask anyone that works for her because they all love their queen very much. She might put up a front when she’s dealing with the nobles but they all see how she is when she doesn’t have to wear her Queen Face and they always make sure she’s fully aware of what and who is saying things about her. The only other one that really circulates is that she’s the real power behind the crown and that’s the easiest way to piss her off. She rules jointly with her husband and she really reacts badly when someone slights her husband and king that way.

4. Asha’s all about those canines my friend. She doesn’t care about balance, she’s all about the puppies. Arcanine, Lucario, Fennekin, Houndour, Eevee, and Mightyena. She cuddles with all of them, no matter how large they are. They are all her puppies.

Elora Trevelyan

1. Ells sees herself as fairly soft, especially compared to those around her. Probably a bit of a pushover when it comes to not so important things. Ionas, even though they spent a lot of time apart over their lives, knows she’s a mother hen, always has been, always will be. She cares about people and tries her best to keep everyone happy and healthy. She knows how to pick her battles, when to give in and when to never back down. Cullen usually just calls her stubborn (which pot calling the kettle back much???) but its that combination of worrying over others’ well being and needing to help to almost prove her worth he runs into the most. Which honestly bothers him because she’s more than proven her worth, that she doesn’t have her position because she’s the Inquisitor’s cousin since none of them knew she was when she took on the role, but he knows it’s mostly left over from her life in the Circle that makes her doubt herself. He knows she’s stronger than she first realises and gives herself credit for.2. Like Asha, everything has its place but Elora’s rooms feel more welcoming. Once she had her own space, she made it cozy and warm. The whole mother hen thing bleeds into this, especially her room in the mage tower in Skyhold. It’s right on the main floor so its easy to find if you need to talk to her but it also puts her right between her mages and anyone coming for them. She’s the liaison between the mages and the Inquisition so she has to be welcoming to both sides as well. Soft and comfy chairs, pillows and blankets and just a general setting to put you at ease. But she doesn’t let anyone forget she is a mage; her shelves are full of spell components and her field journals and her staff is always close at hand.

3. No one in the Inquisition wants to start rumours about the Inquisitor’s beloved cousin, but those nobles in Orlais? Halamshiral was a test of paitence and control for her as she heard the most outlandish things about herself. It was already hard given she was a mage, but hearing people wonder about everything from her social graces to her choice of attire to how a mage was part of the Inquisition’s war council and how she managed to get there kind of took its toll on her. While all of them were baseless and merely the nobles being gossipy shits, the Winter Palace was lucky to still be standing after the ball was over.

4. Ells probably has the most balanced team but even then not so much. Jolteon, Serperior, Pikachu, Dratini, Growlithe and Pyroar. She’s a fire and lightning mage so she’s partial to them and it shows. Again, tries for balance…doesn’t always work.

Evan Shaw

1. Ev would describe herself as a workaholic and not very approachable. She doesn’t think she makes friend easily or that people really want to be her friend. Juno knows she is a workaholic but that her greatest joy is creating and sharing those creations. Her baby girl is also shy, sometimes almost painfully so and can be socially awkward. When she opens up, she’s bright and lightly and will talk your ear off. Jesse would call her passionate about the things she loves, including the people she cares about. Crazy smart and cute as shit but can’t cook worth a damn. Sometimes a little too worried about proving her place in Overwatch if you ask him.

2. Evan’s place is…honestly a mess. She spends most of her time working and inventing and very little of it cleaning or keeping things in order. She’d say it’s an organized mess but it really isn’t. She honestly gets so wrapped up in her work that she doesn’t always take care of herself or her living spaces. What she does have in her house usually seems pretty random and out of place but they all hold special meaning to her, reminding her of her loved ones or actually gifts from them.

3. Most of the rumours about her stem from the fact that she isn’t supposed to talk about what she made to join Overwatch at such a young age. The other scientists and engineers aren’t exactly kind or spare much when it comes to the quiet girl who mostly keeps to herself. It doesn’t help matters that she’s fairly close to First Flight Officer Cortez, and through her the Strike-Commander, and they mostly assume that she got in because her parents were a part of Overwatch. They try to discredit what she wants to make because of that. But none of them are true since she got in with her own invention, even if she’s sworn not to talk about it.

4. If Asha is all about those canines, Ev’s all about the damn kitties. Espeon, Skitty, Purrloin, Torracat, Meowstic (she swaps between the male and female because she loves them both) and Cinccino. She’s the crazy cat lady and it shoes. She doesn’t care about balance, she just wants her kitties and cuties.

Eyra Finis-Nuntius

1. Eyra would say she’s pretty harsh and has a short temper. Moving from the Disc region to Insomnia as a child kind of made her pull into herself, putting up walls, because of how different everything was and how much she did not want to be there. At all. So she honestly sees herself as a little shit most of the time. Her dad, having gone through all the moods and tantrums of Eerie’s childhood, knows she’s always but a little shit, now. She’s sassy and playful with people she knows and cares about. She can still be a little standoffish with people she doesn’t know and he chalks it up to how much she was teased as a child. Gladio thinks she’s sarcastic as fuck, which she is, but he’s seen her at work, seen her working with patients, and he knows she cares deeply about people. She just doesn’t always show it in ways people expect and it comes off the wrong way sometimes. Badass softie is probably how he’d best describe her.

2. Eerie’s place is kind of split. The majority of her room is organized chaos because when she wants to relax, she wants to forget about structure and rules and just be herself. But her desk, workspace, and laptop are highly organized and everything needs to be in its proper place. She’s all about being efficient and time smart, at least when she’s working. God help you if try to mess with her time off though.

3. There really aren’t a lot about her beyond the basic cold bitch ones people who don’t know her might whisper about. Most people that know her know better than to talk shit about her behind her back. Maybe a random few about the fact that she’s dating a Crownsguard but never anything major.

4. Cubone, Rockruff, Umbreon, Pumpkaboo, Zorua, and Mimikyu. She got her nickname for a reason and she’s super into the spoopy so her team totally reflects that. It’s a combination between kick your ass and wanting to cuddle after a battle. …Sooooo badass softie >.>

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half-sleeping · 8 years ago

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AoE 86 (caught up)

I went looking in my tags for how I felt previously, and this is now three years onwards, why dis

Well that was sure a kick in the face

I basically cry every time I read the Izumo mom chapters, I just cry and cry and cry

I hope they cover it in the currently-runnning anime, because I am not at all clear on how the mom-bf-kids relationship worked, I think that he was single but he didn’t marry her and so she was a mistress with both his kids but he didn’t acknowledge them??

I mean, he was sure a dick anyway, but I did not get the relative statuses at all or why it is that Tamamo only snapped after he’d refused to meet up with his kids for......how old was Izumo then, anyway......

I have actually only realised this in the past few days but the lady Illuminati commander is a Toudou, she’s got that white cowlick that he has and that his brothers did in the flashback

I wondered why we had the Shura digression all of a sudden, it felt a little like the Kraken story right after Kyoto arc, but then it was tied straight back into the main story with Shima, Shima, and the Illuminati, so kudos there

I’m a little ehhhh over Shura being depowered, but this is structural problematic, I can appreciate how taking on demonic power dehumanises those who seek it and how the rejection of such power has been shown to be the redemption of character after character, how love, faith and kindness ultimately triumphs over hate and fear, how what’s wished for, most ardently and quietly, is to live as though one day you are going to die

And all you need to do until that day is keep living, because it’s not here yet.

I did go back and read it all, and there are plenty of Shura hints here and there, esp. her hiding Hachirou’s existence from the True Cross people

This is obviously not going to come back at all

( I tell a lie, I want it to come back, and then for Hachirou to yell to all the kids that Yukio promised to impregnate Shura )

( Then I want Hachirou to incarnate into a young kid and Shura to adopt him and train him as heartlessly as he trained her, to love him for a while as only mortals do )

( See what I mean about structural problematic )

( I mean it’s not like the christmas cake sexy lady isn’t a shounen mainstay character and Shura’s real fear of dying at 30 interacted with being brought up to believe her purpose was to pop out a baby and then just die, there is definitely some synergy going on there )

( So choosing to make her own family rather than perpetuate a dysfunctional cycle, starting with the twins and ending by following Shiro’s example, ending with adopting a child Hachirou, I’d offer the over-under odds on that epilogue panel )

( But also, AoE definitely has a mothers thing going on. A big one )

( But also, to make him watch her grow old, to make him watch her grow up, to have him treasure every moment of it as much as she will, to value mortal decay and mortal glory )

I enjoy how Shima giving up the impression that he’s useless has basically revealed him to be SUPER SPY, SCALING WALLS, SMASHING WALLS, FIFTY COMPLICATED PLANS GOING ON AT ONCE, STALKING PEOPLE FOR NO DAMN REASON, MELTS INTO THE SHADOWS

Shima revealing his ‘hand’ with Bon and Lightning is a little interesting, in that this may be the first ‘mistake’ he’s made since that point? I wonder if he did it to let Lightning underestimate him enough to reveal that he’s got those tracking slpyhs around

During reread I see that during that camp lantern retrieval thing, Shima blasts through the forest and whacks Rin with his staff, showing that he’s a) strong enough to attack Rin in the first place (FORESHADOWINNNNG) and also b) he did not at all get near Bon or Shiemi, only the demon who spouted blue flames that are the only thing his black flames are subourdinate to

‘lost his mind bc afraid of bugs’ my ass

So what I guess I’m saying is Shima definitely did it to make Lightning underestimate him

My interest in Shima went up like 50 times with the reveal, you have no idea

Also Bon’s kind of seriously in love with the twins right

I mean it’s also that he’s been forcefully connected to their human aspects and is naturally the kind of pure, overthinking it soul who watches them and is deeply attuned to the particular AoE baggage of being exactly what you’re born to be

But also, 10/10 gutpunch on that height tracking on the wall, I’m sure that the invasion of their personal, domestic space didn’t have any impact on the person who is in love with them

Sometimes I just sit here, thinking, why isn’t Rin screaming 900% of the time ‘YOU WERE GOING TO BE A DOCTOR, YOU HAVE WASTED ALL YOUR POTENTIAL, etc etc’ at Yukio

Transform fully into a mom Rin

I also appreciate how Bon literally starts cleaning up after Lightning bc Bon can’t live with that amount of filth

Lightning must smell sooooo bad

Also he’s a clone, right, everyone got this, he’s a clone

Plus I guess Shiro was the one whom ‘Satan’ incarnated into as a clone? Only the ‘human’ part of himself either emerged or asserted itself for a long time, and ‘Satan’ manifesting was both the awakening of a new ‘being’ and the blue night??

I will live through s2 of the anime waiting for Juuzou to take Mamushi into his strong manly arms, his snake-faced childhood friend, sharp and spiteful and suspicious and suffering under poison all alone

But if she doesn’t come back at some point co-ordinating troops or defending the ryokan or just being there, right there, to punch Toudou in the face, I will chew through a box irl

#ghis reads #Ao no Exorcist

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