#total tattoo mag

[saltnsugarbear]

Carmy x influencer!reader

But like- where reader doesn't ever show his face, because he's not comfortable putting their entire relationship on the internet. And she's always making sure to block his face with emojis and blurring it.

I know he's a super famous chef and probablyhas cameosand shit in food mags and whatever, but just the fact that reader is like totally cool and not all uppity about it...

I dunno, I feel like he'd really appreciate someone taking his comfort into account for once.

rolling my sleeves up to expose how much I know about twitch streamers

okay kiddies I'm thinking Carmy with a gamer, Carmy with a cute cozy gamer (im thinking Shubble vibes folks)

but you have this mysterious boyfriend who sticks his hand onto camera to prove to your chat hes real!! (they see the SOU and go crazy) (you quickly have to put them in emote only until the chill out) you show the meals he cooks you on your story or stream if he brings you food on stream (subathon, long day, short day)

and they kind of know what he sounds like from him talking to you from a distance (you mute your mic if he gets closer than the doorway) they love commenting on how you look when you're looking at him and nodding as he's talking

anyways covering his face with silly emotes or like like um

you bring him on stream or video one day and you just have this black box over his face and his dressed in like Dexter kill clothes (literally brown henley and brown cargo pants) (except put him in black!) and hes got like his hands tucked under his thighs to hide his tattoos and you guys just yap and the black box where his head is keeps getting bigger cause he does like a chest laugh (cause you're just so funny <3)

but doing little shoe pictures with him, tucking in under his arm and then putting a sticker over his face before you add it to your story, muting your mic if he comes closer (sometimes throwing up your BRB screen if he ends up on camera) (actually second nature to hit that button on your stream deck when he gets neat the edge of your desk) (you've had to move it closer cause the first time you scrambled for the button and he was like ??? babe what was that???), also!!! side note!!!! scooting your chair off camera to give him a kiss and then he gives your chair a little push to get back on camera

[thedelicatearcher]

Hii can I ask u to do something with finnick and gf with piercings or tattoos, or maybe dyed hair or something else like that. Love your work hope you're doing well💗

thank you, love! hope you like it :)

finnick odair and reader with tattoos and piercings

finnick adores the way your tattoos contrast with your skin, tracing them softly with his fingers as he lies beside you. to say he is totally enamored with you is an understatement. from the day he met you, he had been on his knees for you, willing to follow you wherever you go. 

that takes you back to the first time he saw you. it was a busy day at the market, and he was with mags, his arm interlocked with hers as he carried her bags, guiding her through the narrow lane. mags had sent him to the fruit stand, patting his back and asking him to buy some mangoes while she waited on a bench.

with an important duty to take on, finnick submerged himself into the fruit baskets, carefully inspecting each fruit in search of the freshest ones. so immersed in his task, his hand accidentally grazed another. “sorry,” he mumbled before pulling his hand away and turning to look at you. 

he was mesmerized, no words came out of his lips other than quiet stutters. the finnick odair stood speechless before you, his eyes observing the intricate designs that adorned your skin, each tattoo telling a story he longed to hear. then his gaze traveled up to your face, your piercings glinting in the sunlight, and your eyes completely captivating him.

his daydreaming was abruptly interrupted by the clearing of your throat, your hand hanging expectantly after you had introduced yourself. you repeated your name again, gifting him a soft smile when he finally reacted and shook your hand. “finnick odair,” he introduced himself with a shy, awkward smile. his usual outgoing persona was in shambles and words struggled to come out, but he knew he had to collect himself and do something.

“can i pay for your stuff? it’s what a pretty girl like you deserves,” he said with a shaky voice and feigned confidence. a smirk formed on your face, clearly endeared by his nervous attempt at flirting. “ yes, you can,” you replied with a wink, “and perhaps you can take me out for a coffee later.” his face turned a blushing pink, nodding eagerly as he found himself flustered by someone beating him at his own game, unaware that this was the beginning of your love story.

[transmutationisms]

might be a long shot but i think i remember u mentioning the article "against exercise" by mark greif & was wondering if u might have a link 2 an un-paywalled version or a pdf you'd be willing 2 share? the n+1 mag has a paywall that 12ft ladder can't get rid of...not sure if it's published elsewhere 4 free but i'm struggling 2 find it so thought it couldn't hurt 2 ask!

yes verso books has it posted for free :-)

The gym resembles a voluntary hospital. Its staff members are also its patients. Some machines put you in a traction you can escape. Others undo the imprisonment of a respirator, cuing you to pump your lungs yourself, and tracking your heart rate on a display. Aided even by a love that can develop for your pains, this self-testing becomes second nature. The curious compilation of numbers that you are becomes an aspect of your freedom, sometimes the most important, even more preoccupying than your thoughts or dreams. You discover what high numbers you can become, and how immortal. For you, high roller, will live forever. You are eternally maintained. The justification for the total scope of the responsibility to exercise is health. A further extension of the counting habit of exercise gives a precise economic character to health. It determines the anticipated numbers for the days and hours of one’s life. Today we really can preserve ourselves for a much longer time. The means of preservation are reliable and cheap. The haste to live one’s mortal life diminishes. The temptation toward perpetual preservation grows. We preserve the living corpse in an optimal state, not so we may do something with it, but for its own good feelings of eternal fitness, confidence, and safety. We hoard our capital to earn interest, and subsist each day on crusts of bread. But no one will inherit our good health after we’ve gone. The hours of life maintenance vanish with the person. The person who does not exercise, in our current conception, is a slow suicide. He fails to take responsibility for his life. He doesn’t labor strenuously to forestall his death. Therefore we begin to think he causes it. It may be a comfort to remember when one of your parents’ acquaintances dies that he did not eat well or failed to take up running. The nonexerciser is lumped with other unfortunates whom we socially dis- count. Their lives are worth a percentage of our own, through their own neglect. Their value is compromised by the failure to ensure the fullest term of possible physical existence. The nonexerciser joins all the unfit: the slow, the elderly, the hopeless, and the poor. “Don’t you want to ‘live’?” we say. No answer of theirs could satisfy us.

[meownotgood]

mags, alrightie I have got to say I was influenced.

as I have seen 'sakamoto days' and you have mentioned I have been looking forward to it , since I have been wanting to watch more animes now.

and I saw you speaking about nagumo so I looked him up (because I trust your taste in fictional characters) and... THE TATTOOOSSS.

he has a fibonacci's spire tattoo? what a neeeeeeerd!!! (I love him, already. also the snake tattoo, I am totally not fine about this).

(also I agree that people write so little about aki, because I remember first dipping into the fanfic world after watching csm - like of course, I saw an hot guy, I am going to google fanfics about him - and I saw so little, ugh #justicefortopknot).

have a lovely day!

YESSSSSSS I'm telling you..... he's so handsome... also his personality is so cute... definitely the kind of character I'd like to chew like bubblegum. he's been my fave since I first read sakamoto days and I'm excited to see him animated soon hue hue hue

[kald-dal-art]

you know I got so many headcanon asks, so just putting all of them in one post now

She's also one of my faves

She has made so much knitted wear to all the Victors in D6, so many socks for all of them 😭

She also has daddy issues 💔

He sees all the fellow victors in D6 as his kids at this point. He also the best cook amongst them, if Christmas is a thing in Panem he is definitely responsible for making dinner on that day. I do like the idea that they all would celebrate Christmas together

Ford spent most of tribute interview talking about his great girlfriend from home.

He ended his tribute interview with asking her to marry him because he thought he was going to die the next day and he wanted to go out on a high note :')

He thinks she is too loud :') And probarbly tell her to not yell too much

He seriously considered volunteering so he could look out for his sister but Cass talked him out of it, and then Cass got picked instead :)

Sienna fell first but Maureen fell harder

Also imagine she has two younger siblings and her older brother Lionel died when she was 14

Has essentially raised Cass on her own since she was 14 and she had a total mental breakdown the evening after the reaping, she really thought she was never going to see him again.

Didn't want to shake Isak's hand because she thought he looked poor and dirty 😭

I’m assuming this is about Greason😭

He has a home made tattoo on his shoulder, it’s a bit messed up but he is proud of it

Okay so here are my headcanons Mags remember parts of it because she knew Coral and/or Mizzen before the games

Ash didn't watch it at all and didn't know any of the tributes from D7

Ford had a friend who's cousin was a tribute in the 10th game but he didn't really watch it or remember it that well

Minerva does remember the games and she sometimes wonder what did happen to that girl from 12

Claude watched parts of it and mostly took away that you don't make allies for this thing 😭

[carpblu]

Zum deutschen ESC-Vorentscheid:

Ryk, Isaak and NinetyNine fänd ich am Besten, aber überwiegend weil es solide Nummern sind die im Einheitsbrei verschwinden, ohne dass man sich groß dafür schämen muss. Ryk´s song is irgendwie der Beste, NinteyNine is bissl interessant und Isaak´s Stimme gefällt mir am besten von allen Songs bisher. Stimmlich gefallen mir alle drei.

Leona fand ich auch ok aber einen so ruhigen Song zu schicken fänd ich fatal. Andererseits mag ich den Titel sehr gern und eventuell schicken andere Länder dieses Jahr mehr Experimentelles als wir und ein ruhigerer Song wär da gut? Bin da sehr untentschlossen.

Mutzke auch solide aber irgendwie holt mich das gar nicht ab.

Bodine Monet bissl interessant aber sehr indie mainstream and zu sehr Tattoo-inspiriert irgendwie.

Ich bin keine Schlagermaus, also müssen wir über Marie Reim gar nicht reden, aber wie blöd ist der Song bitte? Wenn wir sie hinschicken bin ich nur froh dass niemand versteht worüber sie singt.

Alles in allem gefallen mir bis auf Naiv alle Songs aber keiner ist wirklich ESC-reif.

Und ein Song fehlt noch? Wenn der nicht besser ist als alles was wir bisher gehört haben rentiert sich das nichtmal den Vorentscheid zu gucken, ey.

Sag mal was du davon hältst. Bin ehrlich gesagt nichtmal sicher ob ich es dieses Jahr überhaupt gucke.

Could I have written all of this in English? Sure. But you don´t have to know everything. German Blast! (In conclusion: Germany will once again be losing ESC by a long shot because there is no risk and no fun anywhere - nothing to write home about but nothing to be ashamed of either.)

Galants Katzensong ist cool und sticht immerhin etwas raus, aus der bisherigen Auswahl mein Favorit (: endlich wieder was auf deutsch seit 2007 wäre ja auch was 😄 leider treten sie nicht mit ihrem Song tanzen 1-8 an, den finde ich viel besser als Katze. Aber damit könnte ich leben.

Max Mutzke ist gar nicht meins, das finde ich einfach nur öde.

Tears like rain ist ganz gut, finde es aber auch nicht interessant genug.

Oh Boy mag ich gar nicht, aber ich bin auch echt kein Balladen Fan (wenige Ausnahmen, paskana von Sara Siipola mag ich zum Beispiel richtig gern). Wird beim ESC wahrscheinlich schnell wieder vergessen sein und allein darum nix reißen 🙈

Was muss eigentlich mit einer Auswahl los sein, dass ich den Schlager gar nicht die schlechteste Wahl fände??🤣🙈🤣 Lied ist total bescheuert, versteh mich nicht falsch. Aber wenigstens nicht der gleiche Radio Pop Brei wie immer, das ist ein plus👍🏻 und den Text versteht eh kaum jemand 😄

Love on a budget ist nett, mehr kann ich dazu nicht sagen.

Undream you, sorry 😴😴😴😴

Always on the run siehe oben bei Love on a budget. Auch nicht interessant genug um weit zu kommen, fürchte ich.

Ich hoffe auf Conchita Wursts casting, diese Hoffnung bleibt uns 😅

Yeah so in conclusion, most of this is boring, we will deserve last place. Only hope is that great Britain flops even more and they are sending Olly Alexander, so the back of the scoreboard will belong to Germany uncontested😂👍🏻 this is all way too safe and uninteresting, people don't vote for songs that are kind of Okei.

Summary:

[goodoldfashionlovercorpse]

The Setting Sun

fandom: omori ship: suntan (kel x sunny) note: angsty (?), and sunny might be ooc

       The smell of joy was in the air. Aubrey and Basil were eating cookies and pasta on the ground, sitting on the large blanket – identical to the one they used with Mari. Hero sat closely next to the basket, you could tell he misses Mari – a lot, might I add –, but he’s moved on and got with a girl from his college. Kel, however, breathed in the air less today. Sunny came to visit. Kel would usually celebrate, have a good laugh, and totally not act off his big-ass crush on Sunny. But this morning when Sunny arrived was less than the usual; this morning he and Sunny had a little disagreement. It wasn’t big, they’re currently next to each other as they eat, and Kel talks about the game for next week. But it feels off. He feels as if someone now knows exactly how many cracks are actually in his act.

Sunny, of course, fell quiet. But it hadn’t felt neutral to him, it felt judgy – judgy to Kel. But the young boy had to let it go, his best friend/crush was home, and he couldn’t let it go to waste. 

So he did. He let it rest in the back of his mind – a concealed tattoo.

As for later that night? He couldn’t. He wanted to talk to his older brother Hero, but unfortunately for Kel, Hero was fast asleep on the couch with his girlfriend. What was her name again? Samantha? Sam? Maybe Mag? Alex– this was a distraction. He should leave the lovers to rest. After all, he hadn’t heard anyone say they weren’t tired after studying it. 

Walking towards the door he played with the doorknob. 

I should probably change clothes, Kel thought, Or I could pick up hockey. 

He knew he had to step out of that door, and check up on his dear ol’ friend. But how deep of a sleeper can one teenage boy be? So he opened the door, greeted by the same air that filled his lungs. Joy to the world, melancholy for Kel. He walked to Sunny's house, knocking on the door rhythmically. Lucky for him, Sunny was tiredly awake, as if he had just been living in his own little dreamland and got a sudden nightmare.

“Hey, Sunny!” Kel smiled.

“Hi.”

“So umm… wanna take a walk with me?”

Sunny looked from left to right outside his door before fully walking outside and giving Kel a nod. 

“Where are we going?” Sunny asked. Kel knew he was a man of few words, not straightforward, but not entirely aloof either. Mostly right in the middle, not a talker, but instead a listener. 

Kel thought of being poetic, it’s just what the 12:00 am fever gives you. “To the stars.” While it was admittedly corny, he could still see the other smile. A smile he hasn’t seen in quite a while. 

As they walked Kel kept quiet. He thought of confessing, though it would only be too rash, too soon, he didn't want to burden Sunny with anything he’d be forced to accept. So he kept walking till they reached the park, “Nice view isn’t it?” Sunny only responded with a glance, stars reflecting in his eyes. Kel brightened; his face felt flush and brand new. “It’s beautiful for stargazing.” This was lame. Generic. A raccoon would have come up with a better excuse. “I say we lay on those tables, perfect view!” Kel kept a loud whisper to his voice, it was beautiful to Sunny, but then again, Sunny barely spoke about it, only writing sad poetry and then seldom love poems; it would be a wonder if Kel ever knew.

The tables weren’t comfortable, only a masochistic liar would even think of playing devil's advocate for the damned things, but they made the close. Physically, that is. It felt intimate to spend a relaxing moment like this with your crush. The stars grazed the sky like silver paint dots on an inky night sky. Sunny looked so deep in thought, yet so focused you would think he was about to sleep. 

Words weren't spoken, but you could feel the lullabies in the sky. Similar to Mari’s hums. Kel remembered them. He remembered them clear as day. He remembered slowly going to hold Sunny’s hand. Identical to what he is doing now. His hand slowly slides into the others, fireworks exploding so much so that the New Year's sky would be jealous.

Sunny can feel the touch, but he isn’t going to try to move. It reminds him of the times when Kel used to say their hands are kissing. He doesn’t anymore, he seems too shy. Yet if both talked then they would know how the other still saw how their hands would peck when brushing and how they are kissing under the stars when holding. 

“The stars look just like how I remembered them.” Sunny was a poet, not a published one, but he was a damn good one, enough so that he would outsell everyone in the field. “You’ve always seen the same stars, Sun.” They both knew the nickname was false. Sunny was – and has always been – the moon, yet he shined so brightly under the stars. “I know.” The smile had faded into a light one, yet still viewable. Still beautiful. 

Some time had passed before any more words were spoken. 

“Did you know how Hero and his new girlfriend met?”

Sunny shook his head. 

“Well, mom says it’s romantic, but I say it’s funny. Turns out that they met in the college cafeteria. That day they were serving milkshakes, right? Guess what happened.” Kel possessed the normal Kel Smile™. “They bumped into each other while she was talking with her friends and he was holding his drink! It got all over her clothes apparently and she told him that she wouldn’t accept any verbal apology. So she had him walk her to her dorm! A few days after that he offered to cook her a meal as an ‘actual apology’ and that's when they first became friends.” 

Sunny looked unbothered, yet he still remembered when Hero and Mari started to date, she reminds him a little of her. Kel could sense it a little, so his laughter died down to a small chuckle. 

Sunny would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. And he didn't wanna make the first and last night of his visit unbearable, anyone with eyes could see the mosquito bites. 

“Hey, do you wanna head to my place for a snack and ac?” 

“Sure, I could go for some popcorn.” 

And so they left, minimal conversation made on the way back. Once they reached Kel’s house he warned Sunny that they probably shouldn’t turn off the TV as Hero and his girlfriend are asleep and that they probably shouldn’t wake them, if they know what was good for them.

Slowly entering, the door thankfully not creaking, they walked like mice to the kitchen. There were a few things left in the fridge and a lot of dry, warm snacks in the pantry. Going for the chips, their hands kissed. “Oh, sorry.” 

“You say sorry, a lot, y’know?”

Sunny quietly replied, “Yeah, habit, sorry.”

“There you go again, Sun. We really need to teach you how to tone down the apologies. No matter how cute they make you seem.” 

Time had stopped. Kel's words weren’t ancient, everyone called Sunny cute at some point, especially after how much he’s grown since moving to the city. “Sure.” He smiled, while mildly forced, it was a view to see. 

The night soon went away with them playing around with the snack and drinks, and sneaking behind the couch to watch whatever generic Halloween movie was playing on Freeform. “Ugh, Hocus Pocus again?!” 

“Shh,” Sunny pointed at the people who were sleeping right below their heads. 

“Oh, yeah, right.” 

After a few laughs and jokes, tiny heart attacks from Hero almost waking up, and going up to Kel and Hero’s room to read a few new issues from a comic book they liked, it was almost 5:30 am and they had to get Sunny home soon before his mother woke up. 

Dashing through the doors of both houses and, quietly, slamming them, they got Sunny up into his room. Quickly getting Sunny’s bed ready and looking as “I totally slept throughout the entire night” as possible before he actually got in the bed. Sunny told Kel that he heard his mom’s footsteps and that he should get running. Though, it would be nearly impossible for him to go through Sunny’s door without getting caught. So, Kel did the absolute smartest thing to do and jumped out his friend’s window. It felt like hiding a secret from a forbidden romance novel. The type of scene that Aubrey would gush to him about before swearing him to secrecy. 

By the next day, neither of them got in trouble and they got away with it like total spies. Except for the fact that both didn't wake up till around 4:55 pm – around 35 minutes before Sunny had to leave. And while Hero was quick to wake up his brother, Sunny didn’t have that and slept an extra 10 minutes. During which, Kel had gotten decently prepared to say goodbye till he came back. 

“Hey.” a half-awake Sunny stated.

“Hey, Sunny.” Kel could feel himself sweat, he was the last to say goodbye and he had five minutes – too short.

“Why don’t you just call me Sun?” 

“Oh, umm, it was an accident and I thought you didn’t like it and-”

“I liked it,” Sunny stared at Kel, “it felt, ironic to us.” To us. That one stuck. He forgot how ironic the nickname his half-awake mind made up while breathing the poisonous air polluting his thoughts. 

“Well then, I’ll use it more often. Goodbye, Sun.”

And, in a low whisper, Sunny muttered words only Kel’s ears were exposed to, hands kissing. “Goodbye, Sweet Moon.”

That damned poet. The city had changed Sunny, the whole group noticed, but damned be Kel as that newfound confidence had only worsened his already big crush on this man.

Sunny left after those words. That sweet retort of a nickname. His hands ached for a kiss, the words ‘My Sun’ lingering in his mouth, though, ironically, his sun was already setting.

He just didn’t know when he would rise again.

[urjover]

so i've heard you're trying to discover my identity. it's nice to meet you jove!!

headcanon for you darling: nureyev (much like myself) cannot sleep in total darkness. he has to have a nightlight of some kind and he gets embarassed about it because he's an adult and he shouldn't have to use a nightlight, but the last time he had to try to sleep in complete darkness was the night he killed mag, and the dark just brings back all of those bad memories :/

secret fifth tattoo anon <3

omg hehehe hiiiii

actually!!!! that’s one of my longest standing headcanons abt nureyev!! u didn’t have to go far to find smthn for us to talk abt hehehhe. nightlight for sure. maybe those glowy stars. a sunset lamp for nights he can’t sleep but can make himself try to rest. at least 3 flashlights under his pillow. bad things happen in the dark!

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Vaughan Rhydderch

The Hunter Prince of C.R.C Vaughan Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's cousin, Hywel's nephew, and Yorath's son, Vaughan. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a cock-sure, shady and confident father. He's ended up in prison for a total of two years.

"Sleight of hand, an excellent tool for a thief."

Name

Full Legal Name: Vaughan Donal Myrddin Máedóc Rhydderch

First Name: Vaughan

Meaning: From a Welsh surname that was derived rom 'Bychan' (Mutated to 'Fychan') meaning 'Little'.

Pronunciation: VAWN

Origin: Welsh, English

Middle Name(s): Donal, Myrddin, Máedóc

Meaning(s): Donal: Anglicized form of 'Domhnall' meaning 'Ruler of the world', composed of the Old Irish elements 'Domun' 'World' and 'Fal' 'Rule'. Myrddin: Original Welsh form of 'Merlin'. Máedóc: Meaning unknown.

Pronunciation: DO-nal. meir-RIH-din. miy-DAAK

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology, Welsh. Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'.

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias Hunter Prince, Vaughan Rhydderch

Reason: This is Vaughan's ring name

Nicknames: Don, Merlin, Thief Boy

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 41

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: January 26th 1979

Symbols: Bows, Arrows, Swords, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English, French

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Theme Song: '99 Luftballons' - Nena (1997-)

Voice Actor: Devon Murray

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 6'2" / 187 cm

Weight: 200 lbs / 90 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Strawberry Blond

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 5

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both), Nipple (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Jarlath Rhydderch, Patrick Rhydderch, Lochlainn Rhydderch, Fionn Rhydderch, Uilliam Rhydderch, Ivor Rhydderch, Sean Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Roderick Rhydderch, Fergus Rhydderch, Flann Rhydderch, Quentin Nye, Frank Herbert

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Maeve Rhydderch

Mentor: Yorath Rhydderch

Significant Other: Maeve Rhydderch (42, Wife, Née Pelletier)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Yorath Rhydderch (71, Father), Deryn Rhydderch (72, Mother, Née Heffernan)

Parents-In-Law: Malcolm Pelletier (72, Father-In-Law), Dilys Pelletier (73, Mother-In-Law, Née Mag Aonghuis)

Siblings: Neifion Rhydderch (38, Brother), Olwen McDermott (35, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Gwen McCracken (32, Sister, Née Rhydderch)

Siblings-In-Law: Beatrix Rhydderch (39, Neifion's Wife, Née Patenaude), Caden McDermott (36, Olwen's Hsband), Caderyn McCracken (33, Gwen's Husband), Leonti Pelletier (39, Maeve's Brother), Amihan Pelletier (40, Leonti's Wife, Née Dahlmans), Mulan Dreesens (36, Maeve's Sister, Née Pelletier),Maksimilian Dreesens (37, Mulan's Husband), Makar Pelletier (33, Maeve's Brother), Ligaya Pelletier (34, Makar's Wife, Née Dreessen), Dalisay Driessen (30, Maeve's Sister, Née Pelletier), Porfiriy Driessen (31, Dalisay's Husband), Matvei Pelletier (27, Maeve's Brother), Marikit Pelletier (28, Matvei's Wife, Née Goossens), Marilag Hanraets (24, Maeve's Sister, Née Pelletier), Sevastian Hanraets (25, Marilag's Husband), Saveli Pelletier (21, Maeve's Brother), Khatuna Pelletier (22, Saveli's Wife, Née Heijmans), Bedisa Pelletier (18, Maeve's Sister), Sviatoslav Pelletier (15, Maeve's Brother), Lali Pelletier (12, Maeve's Sister)

Nieces & Nephews: Talullah Rhydderch (18, Niece), Saffron Rhydderch (15, Niece), Raffferty Rhydderch (12, Nephew), Quasimodo Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Pallas Rhydderch (6, Niece), Olivia Rhydderch (3, Niece), Nash McDermott (15, Nephew), Mack McDermott (12, Nephew), Lark McDermott (9, Niece), Kaylyn McDermott (6, Niece), Jameson McDermott (3, Nephew), Ian McCracken (12, Nephew), Halcyon McCracken (9, Niece), Genesis McCracken (6, Niece), Farley McCracken (3, Nephew), Leonty Pelletier (19, Nephew), Bituin Pelletier (16, Niece), Makari Pelletier (13, Nephew), Divina Pelletier (10, Niece), Melor Pelletier (7, Nephew), Mayumi Pelletier (4, Niece), Saveliy Pelletier (1, Nephew), Baia Dreesens (16, Niece), Savely Dreesens (13, Nephew), Endzela Dreesens (10, Niece), Svyatoslav Dreesens (7, Nephew), Lela Dreesens (4, Niece), Terenti Dreesens (1, Nephew), Makvala Pelletier (13, Niece), Terentiy Pelletier (10, Nephew), Manana Pelletier (7, Niece), Timofei Pelletier (4, Nephew), Mzia Pelletier (1, Niece), Vadimir Driessen (10, Nephew), Nana Driessen (7, Niece), Varfolomei Driessen (4, Nephew), Natela Driessen (1, Niece), Vasili Pelletier (7, Nephew), Rusudan Pelletier (4, Niece), Vasily Pelletier (1, Nephew), Tsisana Hanraets (4, Niece), Vassily Hanraets (1, Nephew), Tsisia Pelletier (1, Niece)

Children: Abigail MacChruim (21, Daughter, Née Rhydderch), Zechariah Rhydderch (18, Son), York Rhydderch (15, Son), Xaviera Rhydderch (12, Rhydderch), Wendy Rhydderch (9, Daughter), Varg Rhydderch (6, Son), Ulf Rhydderch (3, Son)

Children-In-Law: Mungo MacChruim (22, Abigail's Husband)

Grandkids: Elain MacChruim (1, Granddaughter)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Yorath Rhydderch

Managers: Maeve Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Maeve Rhydderch

Debut: 1997

Debut Match: Vaughan Rhydderch VS Yorath Rhydderch. Vaughan won via submission

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Technician

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (1997-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Knife Edge Chop, Back Suplex, Delayed Vertical Suplex, Atomic Drop, Inverted Atomic Drop, Inverted Atomic Drop, Bridging Belly To Belly, Dropkick, Top Rope Dropkick, Indian Deathlock, Sleeper Hold, Snapmare, Swinging Knee Lift

Finishers: Diving Knee Drop, Figure-Four Leglock, Fisherman's Suplex

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Vaughan Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Yorath dies Vaughan will have a 1/32th ownership of the promotion. Vaughan is a 'Hunter Style' (Technician) trainer. He's Half-Welsh Half-Irish.

Trivia: Nothing of note

[somebodyssherlock-heterodyne]

HI i need ur bullet point ideas for the tattooed pete/cult priestess vespa/name reveal rabbit hole we’ve gone down on my desk in da morning (please the urge to write this is so trying i need the planning PLEASE)

OK so I don't have much other than what I already posted BUT

-Vespa became a cult leader when she was wasted between assassination jobs and saw a bunch of total randos basically lay siege to the local government building of the local shitty government with like, molotov cocktails and a riding lawnmower that had been modded into a tank. Vespa, who had until two hours ago worked for said shitty government and hated them even more as a result, helped them out, which counts as automatic inauguration into the cult of the Angel of Brahma. She lent her services as a medic to those injured, decided to also take a look at their sundry other sick/injured members, and realized that this cult not only overthrows local shitty governments, they also act as a safe haven slash underground railroad for anyone trying to get the hell out of dodge. She crashes on their couch and wakes up the next morning with a shit hangover, and a bunch of flowers on the coffee table next to her. The flowers are from a few refugees she'd helped out, who wouldn't have been able to leave the planet to reach the next outpost of the cult without her patching them up. Vespa is curious enough to ask, and discovers that the cult of revolutionaries who smuggle people out for only the price those people can actually afford to pay isn't, like, unified or anything. There's no central leadership, just the tenants of the Angel of Brahma as they were written by the cult's founder and the only known member to have met the Angel in person. Vespa is, on one hand, busy as shit, but also like. These branches of cult don't really have established communication or any centralized interplanetary leadership, or interplanetary members, and hey, she gets around, she can pass messages along. So Vespa ends up connecting the disparate groups together, and giving them some advice on how to establish good governments to replace the shitty ones, which turns into accidentally becoming the leader of a cult that spans several dozen solar systems and has a grudge against basically every government they've lived under. Vespa does some digging into the Angel, cause like, that's their beacon of hope, yknow? That's the symbol people turn to. She can do some research. She turns up fuck all, except that the Angel has to be a goddamn shape-shifter to have made it out of New Kinshasa and that they might actually straight up be a biblical angel cause she's struggling to come up with anything else that could've scared Brahma's whole government this shitless. There's also a lot of like. Prison breaks and thefts that happened right afterwards, that apparently were so ballsy and impossible that while the near destruction of New Kinshasa put the fear of God into the Brahmese government, this stuff is what cemented it. So she shares this with her fellows, not realizing she's written a sermon, and they ask for more so she digs up more and oops she's written the mythology of the Angel of Brahma.

Eventually the cultists formalize it and it's customary to have a faceless image of the Angel behind a little statue of their high priestess Vespa on your altar. Someone designs cult robes that double as riot gear for when you're toppling tyrants with molotov cocktails and modded riding lawnmowers, and puts some fancy embroidery on Vespa's, and then Vespa gets asked to lead a couple celebrations and that's when she realizes this is her life now.

-Peter’s tattoos coincide with him getting absolutely trashed in response to the first, second, and third anniversary of Mag's death, so he can't really make himself think about them long enough to book an appointment and get them removed. The cat whiskers were the first one, suggested by a random child he met on the street while wasted, who he allowed to draw cat whiskers and ears on him because they asked very politely if they could. Some jackass walked by and was like "that's so ugly I bet he'll wash it off as soon as you leave" and the child was visibly trying so hard not to cry so Peter, seventeen and wasted off his ass, said "bitch bet" and grabbed the kid's hand and they got to watch him get their drawing turned into a tattoo and they held his hand in case it hurt. This is the only tattoo Peter actually has a full memory of getting, and he doesn't remove it because 1 spite 2 that child was ADORABLE he can't betray them like that.

The mascara streaks he knows next to nothing about besides the fact that he wasn't wearing mascara when he went out to kill half the cells in his liver, so his best guess is that he decided he needed mascara tears for the vibes that night and his brain jumped to "get mascara tears tattooed on" instead of "apply mascara and continue crying".

The Aurinkay shipper one he is unfortunately perfectly able to extrapolate because it happened during the height of his fan boy phase when he was writing RPF about Vespa and Buddy and some BITCH had the audacity to tell him that nobody from Brahma could possibly ~understand them~ well enough for proper characterization (the worst thing they could have said to 19yo Peter Nureyev given that like five of his recent heists were in the name of finding out more details about their crimes so his fanfiction was as accurate as possible). Hence, well. Brahmese calligraphy. He went on to write his most popular fic to date afterwards though, to this day it's the standard by which all other Aurinkay RPF is judged.

-When Vespa asks them to make a stop so she can lead the high holy day of her cult, Peter registers nothing besides being glad for the amazing distraction from who's death day it is. They are halfway through the sermon, and Peter has been thinking 'wow this sounds a lot like that prison break I staged when I was eighteen' which turns into OH NO when Vespa finishes the introductory tale with 'today we praise the Angel of Brahma for freeing all those they have freed, from prisons of stone, prisons of law, prisons of fear, and prisons of oppression.' He spends the entire rest of Vespa's run through of myths/genuinely giving praise to this person who has inspired so many people convincing himself that hospitalizing himself so he can leave is not worth how pissed Vespa would be. Juno is holding his hand, face totally blank, trembling with what is absolutely repressed laughter. They get back to their room while Jet, Buddy, and Rita give Vespa all the compliments she can take, and Juno barely waits for the door to close before he's laughing too hard to stand. When he finds Peter’s folder of RPF fics he started working on after joining the Carte Blanche (a mix of rewrites now that he can be more on point with personalities and sequel fics that may or may not be slightly to the left accounts of their adventures on the Carte Blanche), Juno raises the very valid point that Peter has nothing to be ashamed of considering the sermons Vespa read last week.

-Vespa starts talking more openly about the Angel to the crew, both as "proofread this sermon" and, more rarely, as admiration for the symbol that she focused on during the darkest time of her life, one she might not have made it through that darkness without. Buddy starts looking into the Angel too, because she likes doing things for her wife. Rita's just curious about what kind of person you gotta be to make Vespa Illkay religious.

It's actually a job that has the crew finding out Peter’s from Brahma, given the necessity of someone who can read Brahmese calligraphy for this particular heist. Vespa asks if he wants to join the cult and he turns her down flat, immediately after the words are out of her mouth. Vespa, suspicious, asks him why not. Peter replies that it wouldn't feel right to do so, and the subject is dropped, though Vespa takes 'it wouldn't feel right' to mean 'I don't support what they stand for enough to fight for it' and she adds that as a point in favor of Peter’s origin being 'wealthy heir from the Outer Rim who got into crime for thrills, probably from New Kinshasa'.

This causes some tension, but no super major issues, until Rita's digging into the Angel turns up the name 'Peter Nureyev' and said Peter Nureyev has a fucking heart attack walking into the kitchen and hearing Rita say 'Mistah Nureyev', to which he unthinkingly responds 'when did Juno tell you my name?' And immediately drowns the whole kitchen in dead silence, because Juno is standing by the coffee maker about to ask where the hell Rita learned that cause it wasn't from him, Jet, Buddy, Vespa, and Rita were discussing the true name of the Angel of Brahma before those two walked in, and everyone is coming to several realizations in very quick succession.

When Peter can finally be coaxed out of where he's folded himself into the trunk of the Ruby 7, Buddy suggests they all sit down and talk, and that's when the call about the Brahmese government trying to hunt down Vespa's fellow cultists comes through.

Peter and Vespa, eerily enough, are operating on the exact same wavelength, that being 'you fucked around and now you're finding out' though Vespa is furious and Peter is mostly just bitter and tired and wishing he could've been done with this shit but NO the Brahmese government just HAD to be a dick again even after he'd gone through felony charges like a bucket list dissuading them from that. Fine. Fucking fine. They fucked around and now they're finding out.

So the Carte Blanche leads the Brahmese revolution to victory, with Juno being a BAMF to so public and epic a degree the cult names him the Sunlit Saintess, establishes a new government and a set of lovely houses that will await their retirement, huzzah the death laser system is dismantled even if the flight one is left intact, and hm. Resources are a problem.

Cue Carte Blanche stealing a truckload of crap from the nearest rich bastards, both necessities and not; art, fabric, food, supplies, jewelry, so on and so forth, both the stuff people need to survive and the stuff that helps people live. They make rather a lot of stops in that fashion- craft supplies, tools of various trades, the list is varied and longer than Peter is. With Brahma acting as a local haven for everyone fleeing a dictatorship, there's a big resurgence in culture and the Outer Rim finally has a planet with a solid government that weilds enough power and resources to actually have diplomatic relations with the Solar planets. Postwar diplomacy is actually going alright for the first time ever, basically.

Anyways at some point Juno buys Halloween costume angel wings for Peter to wear to their next stop on Brahma. He's still sleeping on the couch when they arrive. Rita asks Peter if he'll wear them with the halo she made and he can't fucking say no to her so he does, and now whenever they go to Brahma there are wings on the back of his outfit because Buddy does embroidery and is perfectly fine robbing the laundry basket.

The Jupeter wedding is hosted on Brahma, considered a wedding of their two major religious figures. It is lovely and epic. Vespa is basically the Brahmese Pope, which amuses her greatly. Please picture the Kanagawas/Valles Vicky/Alessandra Strong/Mick/Sasha reading the newspaper, oh Brahma's Angel and Saintess got married, huh- and then immediately spit out their coffee becuase IS THAT JUNO FUCKING STEEL. (Mick moves to Brahma and within the week he's everyone's favorite Solar boy who doesn't have a normal braincell in his skull. He starts designing churches for the cult. The worst part is that he's actually pretty good at it, so Juno just has to let him draw mosaics and frescoes and stained glass windows of him and Nureyev).

It is only after all of this that Buddy and Vespa find out about Peter’s face tattoos and the RPF folder. Vespa gleefully adds the RPF about the Carte Blanche crew to the mythology of the Angel and credits Peter in her sermon. He watches it from the living room of Chateau Blanche (the little secret port/fortress they park the Carte Blanche at when they stop by Brahma) and Juno snickers while Peter just buries his face in his hands and gives up. He's still in that position on the couch when Vespa comes home.

[violenceviolence-rp]

Totally Mundane Human AU Wally that I'm itching to properly doodle now, have some thoughts about Wallace the Entertainer:

Voiceclaim: if Genesis P-Orridge was a heavy smoker, because Throbbing Gristle means the world to me

Height/Body type: short for a dude but not where it matters to him, "petite" bone structure, wiry lightly-muscled frame of a stimulant addict

A shock-comedy "performance artist" born in Cheshire, England, Wallace Punch's Variety Act has been described by the few critics brave enough to stomach its entirety as "a one-man pantomime of The Aristocrats"--to paraphrase the sex-shop owner in Se7en, "the sort of guy who pisses in a cup on stage and then drinks it". Lots of prop-based humor and dead baby jokes, once landed himself in the hospital with salmonella after biting the head off a plucked dead chicken, another time was banned from the premises for bleeding all over the place when he pierced his nipples with safety pins. He has a small but dedicated fanbase of edgy groupies and is notorious for being mediocre in the sack whenever he does bed them; while this version of Wally isn't implied to be an outright rapist his incel energy is OFF THE CHARTS and if he starts joking about roofies that unfortunately means he likes you. Surprisingly not a drinker given his hair-trigger temper, Wallace prefers club drugs and is very casual about being hooked on amphetamines, definitely not above buying adderall from teenagers despite being 30-something--very "Hello fellow youths" at whatever party he's crashing.

While not a remotely capable puppeteer, Wallace's favorite prop is an antique, one-of-a-kind ventriloquist dummy that he found for dirt cheap in a Midwestern pawn shop--for whatever reason, the dealer was eager to get rid of it, probably because its lifelike venom-green eyes and chipped red smile are incredibly creepy. The fans love when he hauls out Jude Wood's paint-splattered trunk because that means things are about to get extra vulgar--one legendary show that may still circulate as a grainy recording on weird websites veered into x-rated territory when Wallace, high on ecstasy and having just hit an audience member's meth pipe, used Jude's hand to masturbate to a spectacular finish (and applause). Ever since that performance Wallace has felt an attachment to Jude that surpasses anything he's felt for a possession, animal, and honestly most people--"agalmatophilia" isn't a word in his vocabulary but that's precisely what it is; MDMA is a funny drug. Because he acquired the puppet while on tour across the pond he gives it a "stupid Yank accent" (a raspy, poor approximation of my Jimmy's voice) that he only seems to be able to do when he's actually holding Jude; regardless of in-universe gags if I ever actually write something terrible with this man, Jude is a completely inanimate object* being subjected to one-sided conversations and Wallace should probably lay off the ketamine (which he regularly stores inside of Jude, along with other drug paraphernalia, a skin mag and a balisong).

Being Mundane Human AU, while a transgressive, ornery, destructive, nasty bastard, Wallace Punch is not a murderer, doesn't pose any particular threat to animals (outside of yelling at his flatmate's dog Jamesy whenever it gets in his room) and will actually take "no" for an answer (which happens a lot). Other than the Obligatory Puppetfuckery and likely exhibitionism (as is the case with everyone who pursues fame) I'm not sure what he's into, nothing illegal or deadly though. In another departure from the usual bullshit he doesn't have any body-image issues or particularly weird ideas about gender roles, you know, beyond typical male misogyny--sometimes he wants to wear a fuckin dress because it's cute, doesn't make him anything other than a dude in a dress. He also has shitty stick-n-poke tattoos and self-done piercings but I haven't decided what those are yet.

Is this just an excuse to explore an explicitly British and extra-pathetic version of Wallace? Probably.

* Although. Wouldn't It Be Funny If this actually takes place in the same Unfamiliar timeline where Jimmy ends up besting Slappy, who goes permanently dormant after he dies as intended, and Wallace Punch really is Mr Wood reincarnated as a human with no memories of his past life, forever fated to seek out the custom-built partner unable to return his affections. That's such an unnecessary tangle in the narrative lemniscate. How fitting for a hagfish. Sure why not.

[bitterarcs]

What’s the worst that can happen? Thoughts should have been silenced. In total fairness, the worst which could have transpired was dismemberment or death, perhaps even being stricken from his position. So, in the grand scheme of twisted experimental results, being trapped in an out of body experience was, truly, something to mark down on the pros list instead of cons. Reno had never been the superstitious type —  the idea that thoughts could beget actions was completely preposterous, and it was not debatable by any means. The Turk had wondered one, perhaps even twice how life would be, briefly, as a SOLDIER.

He had strong opinions on the program and the types of people who entered the ranks willingly, but he wouldn't be human if mind was not allowed to wander down the rabbit hole of curiosities. It wasn’t even about the comradery or the heroic light the SOLDIER program compelled; it was the power trip, more than what being part of the elite Turks offered. All in all, Reno never lost sleep nor allowed his mind to wander for too prolonged time, and now . . mind, eyes, hands, everything were allowed to investigate. Red hair, albeit a duller, more blonde variation? Check. Tattoos? Nope, those were missing. Electro-mag rod?

Nope, a rapier was on his person instead. Turquoise eyes? No, those were off, too. Of all the things Reno had thought about Genesis, being in his body, literally controlling his body, had not been one of them. He looked at the distorted reflection of himself . . well, of Genesis through the glass cylinder in Hojo’s laboratory. Hands moved from head, tugging on auburn hairs, down to belt buckle. The Turk had stood close enough to the SOLIDER to know the details of his attire, but it was something entirely different and really awe inspiring to inhabit another person’s body.

Leather covered digits were flexed before eyes as a smirk curled onto lips. Reno felt . . powerful to put it bluntly. He never felt inadequate or lacking of vigor, yet the power which flowed through body made him feel as though he could swim to Costa Del Sol and back. He gave his real body a mischievous glance before he stepped backwards, a safe distance away, before brandishing the crimson rapier. Knowing Reno, he’d cut off one of Genesis’ fingers with it, but he held it deftly as though muscle memory dominated over the memory of the person inhabiting the body.

                                 (  ❛  What kinda mischief will I get into with this?  ❜  ) 

Reno referred to the weapon as much as Genesis’ body. Despite claims, he carefully sheathed the flashy weapon and then pressed a gloved palm to hip. In Genesis’ body, the Turk looked at his own body up and down with evident appreciation. He wondered if it would be appropriate now or later to sneak a peak at what Genesis was working with inside his pants. Half of ShinRa had seen it, and really, Reno simply felt left out. 

                            ↔  reno and genesis switch bodies.    @poeticphoenix​                                                                 (   is this a love confession, genesis ??  )  

[tomblogtom]

Nachlese

Also ich muss ehrlich sagen, dass ich diesmal sehr enttäuscht war. Nach Jahren der deutschen „Saure-Gurken-Zeit“ hab ich mich mal wieder total gefreut und nicht geschämt für den deutschen Beitrag! Und ich war überzeugt davon, dass wir NICHT einen der letzten 3 Plätze belegen. Tja, da hab ich mich getäuscht.

Gekrönt wurde dann meine Enttäuschung vom Sieg Schwedens. Dass ich den Beitrag nicht gut fand, ist ja kein Geheimnis. Er reiht sich ein in meine Liste der Siegertitel, die ich nicht gut finde und in die Liste der schwedischen Siegertitel, die ich nicht gut finde. Das ist bereits (mindestens) der dritte schwedische Sieg, den ich einfach nicht mag.

Wie beim letzten Mal 2015 schon fand ich das Lied – nun ja: langweilig und einfallslos – und auch dies Mal wurde wieder geklaut. Sich selber kopieren ist doch irgendwie auch geklaut, wenn es auch nur ein Abziehbildchen von sich selbst ist oder eben ein Tattoo. Naja.. genug gelästert was mich persönlich betrifft.

 Was Deutschland allgemein betrifft, ist es wirklich enttäuschend, allerdings finde ich, dass dies Mal keine Fehler gemacht wurden. Nicht mal dem NDR kann man was vorwerfen. Nach wie vor finde ich unseren Beitrag noch genauso gut wie vorher und bin eigentlich auch total happy, dass wir mal so was geschickt haben. Und besser machen als die Lords kann man es auch nicht, so viel Engagement und Einsatz hab ich schon lange nicht mehr von einem Teilnehmer für Deutschland gesehen (wenn überhaupt schon mal). Sie haben das Motto „UNITED BY MUSIC“ wirklich gelebt, haben z. B. auf Facebook zu jedem einzelnen Mitbewerberland einen Bezug gepostet ( z.B. für Österreich: da ist ihr Label, für Italien: der Graphikdesigner ist Italiener undundund). Noch dazu haben sie einige andere Songs gecovert usw.

Schön ist, dass die Lords ihre Teilnahme auch so sehen. Dass sie aber auch maßlos enttäuscht sein müssen, ist mir aber ebenso klar. Naja, der zweite Teil ihrer Tour mit Iron Maiden geht bald weiter und sowohl Wacken als auch andere Auftritte stehen auch in der Warteschlange.

Was die Wertung und die Gerüchteküche Europas betrifft hier zwei Auszüge:

Vom Televoting hat Schweden von nicht einem einzigen Land die Höchstwertung bekommen (kriegen wir als Fernsehzuschauer nur nicht mit, weil alle Televotingzahlen summiert bekannt gegeben werden)

Böse Zungen munkeln, dass der schwedische Supervisor und Vorsitzende der EBU, Martin Österdahl nachgeholfen haben könnte (evtl über Einfluss auf die Jurys), damit nächstes Jahr in Schweden 50 Jahre Sieg Abbas gefeiert werden kann.

 Wie auch immer, es wird immer Anlass zu Ärger und Gerüchten geben. Auch Plagiatsvorwürfe haben wir diesmal wieder.

Diese Jahr bleibt für mich erst mal ein „G´schmäckle“, aber auf lange Sicht lass ich mir auch davon den Spaß nicht verderben!

[adornedtattoo]

Love them or hate them you gotta appreciate this "Mr skinny legs" 🕷🕸 by Ana Tatu Tattoos

[tactical-whorefare]

A bit about Doll

Illnesses/Diseases: NA Medical History: Trauma surgery 06.04.2021, Wisdom Teeth Removal 12.22.2020, Fractured Arm, (left) 03.12.2020, Gunshot Wound 03.12.2020 Broken Femur (left) 05.15.2015, Lacerated lung via broken ribs 05.15.2015 Addictions: NA Allergies: Latex Allergy Medications: NA Blood Type: A+                                     PERSONALITY INFORMATION

Name: Sara Aurora Sjögren Nickname: “Doll”

Birthday: May 1st, 1995

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual Marital Status: Single Children: None.

Unit: Royal Norwegian Army Medical Service, Forsvarets Sanitet Women’s 1st Medical Battalion “The Valkyries” Rank: Stabssersjant OR-7 (Staff Sergeant E-7) Role: Combat Medic

Nationality: Norwegian Faceclaim: Dove Cameron                                             PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 152.4cm (5’0”) Weight: 61.23kg (135 lbs) Body Type: Mesomorph Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Green Hair Length/Texture: Length is to lower-back, Wavy/Braided into double braids, Skin Color: Fair Scars/Marks/Distinguishing Features: Freckles across face and shoulders. Tattoos/Body Piercings/Body Modifications: Ear lobes pierced.                                             MEDICAL INFORMATION

Likes: She plays airsoft and paintball in her time off (and is a remarkably good shot), Gardening (Fall gardens are her favorite!) and is definitely a drink girlie. (One for energy, one for hydration, one for fun at all times.)

Dislikes: Coffee and other bitter drinks, Pork in every sense, and Dishonesty (like lying even about very little things). Strengths: 

-> Resourceful - Whether it being ways to carry enormous Operators off the battlefield to simply knowing who is best to ask for certain tasks, Doll has a great range of internal and personable knowledge at her disposal to get the job done.

-> Humorous - A social butterfly by nature, Doll has never known a stranger in her life and happily gets on with a menagerie of soldiers, civilians and other branches by the power of good humor. Quick with a come-back, mental sparring with her usually leads to a quick friendship. Weaknesses: 

-> Stubborn - A true Taurus, she is hard-sold to be swayed from what she deems as truth, and ever capricious atop that. Once given a proper fact that disproved what she might have thought was true, she just as quickly changes her mind and holds hard-strung to her new hill to die on.

-> Nitpicky - While not a perfectionist by any means, she’s as close as they come to tripping over the line head over heels. Her clinic area is religiously cleaned, her personal appearance is painstakingly ‘dolled’, and you better believe every get-home bag is filled to the gills after every mission. There is just a certain way things are done and that is how they are meant to be done! Fears: Snakes and Good liars (She trusts easily.) Pet Peeves: Stubborn patients who don’t obey medical orders. Traits: Sara is generally mild-mannered and polite to a fault, having never known a stranger in her life. She is warm-hearted and maternal. And while she is strict in her professionalism, she always makes time for her friends and fellow officers alike, allowing them space to vent and talk. In that way, she makes for a good sounding board for those who take her up on the opportunity. But that is not to say that she doesn’t have her negative attributes. Just as easily as she could have been painted a patron saint for the calming tides of kindness and understanding, she is also a horribly stubborn woman with a trigger temper and a surprisingly vengeful side.                                                         GEAR

Loadout of choice: (Primary) STTB 556, (5 mags, 1 loaded) (Sidearm) P890 (3 mags, 1 loaded) (Sidearm) SOG Tactical Knife Combat Medic Ruck Pack IFAK Thigh Harness

Body Armor Battlevest-Plate Carrier + Name, Medic Cross and Country Patches. COMTAC V Headset with Mic Forearm Gauntlets Rothko 1185 Tactical Kneepads Oakley Coyote Tac Boots Anti-slip Half-finger Hardback Gloves.

                                             BACKSTORY

Sara was born on Lofoten Island, Norway, technically the ‘second’ to oldest child of thirteen children total due to her twin brother Seth being born eleven seconds ahead of her. Life was always hectic and busy, no more so than playing ‘Army’ in their huge field of a backyard with the literal army of brothers and sisters she had. Even despite being one of the oldest, one should think she would be one of the lead commands, right? But Seth certainly would never have it. He was Captain, She was Medic- That's just how it was. But it ultimately fostered a rivalry between them that would last well into adulthood. Kids play rough and usually that was the way many games of Army ended was with a crying younger sibling and Sara patching wounds at the kitchen table, undeniably proficient despite her want of being in charge. Both parents thought this was a pretty standard play considering their father was a Marine himself. Seth desperately wanted to be just like him..and Sara did too.

It felt like a race to the top between herself and her older brother, a competition that always seemed to strain on the precipice between good, fun rivalry and actually throwing hands. They had both signed up for the armed forces as soon as they were of age, Seth having originally kept intentions of joining the police force, but with instigation to agitate his sister, instead joined the Royal Marines, and Sara, the Royal Norwegian Army after failing the Marine PFT. It was a devastatingly bitter pill to swallow knowing that her brother, who never had intentions of joining had done so with ease while she having wanted it more than anything was ripped away from her. It has taken several years for Sara to even talk to her brother from this. But her proficiency and determination was valued greatly in this field, allowing her to become sharply skilled and proud- determined to be more than just ‘playing nurse’ like her childhood games.

Sara was accepted into the Norwegian Military Academy in Oslo to take her NCO courses before formally enlisting into the Norwegian Army Medical Service in 2013. While in the NAMS, Sara took on several specialized training courses surrounding her homeland, namely, cold combat and survival and tactical combat casualty care. After thirty weeks of intensive training in her specialized area of care, Sara graduated and was expeditiously placed on a joint Norway/Sweden medical alliance MedEvac team (Forsvarets Sanitet 22nd Medical Battalion/ 12th Combat Aviation Brigade) set out of Mali during the later end of the insurgence and were initially to be integrated into Sweden’s Takuba contingent. During the very brief stay in Mali after having been part of the leading force in setting up the MASH unit, The Norwegian Defense Minister pulled the plug on the operation after being unable to reach an agreement for the safety of their medics as the war took on an increasingly violent swing. It was at the end of their six-week tour when they were given orders to head back to Oslo to await further orders when their UH-60 MedEvac Black Hawk was shot down by enemy fire over a mountainous region of the neutral zone, crash landing in one of the many desert ravines nearby. Several people jumped from the burning, spinning Black Hawk, one of them being Sara who had jumped while holding tight to an injured German Lieutenant, whom she may or may not have had a relationship with, who had been hitching a ride back to NATO territory. The Lieutenant quickly died of his injuries from the fall that left Sara and two others as the sole survivors despite grievous injuries. Sara had broken her femur in the fall along with several other injuries that prevented her from being able to move her more seriously injured survivors. With broken leg and all, she administered life saving care to her two battalion members, the three of them stayed downed in the desert for a solid 22 hours as they defended themselves from active fire against the armed insurgents that surrounded them while foot-backup arrived- Per one of Sara’s panicked radio transmissions that any air Evac would have been promptly shot down. To their rescue as the 24 hour mark hit was a regiment of German Bundeswehr who had responded to their SOS on foot. Once arrived, they disposed of the rogue insurgents in short order and rescued Sara and the other two survivors before quickly laying claim to the area, further decreasing the neutral zone size. 

Sara was an emotional wreck following the crash, overnight shootout and subsequent injury, and was unable to continue her tour due to the emotional and physical toll it had taken, but on a positive note was given a Silver Star Medal along with the other two survivors for being Wounded in Action as well as an invitation to join and train with one of the elite SpecOps of the Norwegian Army, the Women’s 1st Medical Battalion, the Valkyries. But the invitation would have to wait until she healed. From 2015 to 2016 she was placed on light duty, transferring to a UK joint base as a Norwegian Army Representative for the bilateral training co-op of combat medics following her treatment and release from the Oslo VA hospital. Once placed back on active duty, Sara was expeditiously placed onto The Valkyries training team, their first order of business being to set up a MedEvac station near the security force center of the Anbar Province where the majority of injuries were coming from, they would also frequent Baghdad serving something as a supply Heli as well. Sara worked and trained the Valkyrie Battalion clear until the Afghanistan war had ceased in 2021. Post war, the Valkyrie Battalion was put on OC reserve, disbanded for the time being and her soldiers split up.   This would be Sara’s first encounter with KorTac. Upon examination of Sara’s skills and aptitude and a few weeks after the Valkyrie Battalion was put on reserve, Sara was offered a contract with KorTac as a combat medic once more. Initially, Sara declined, unsure if she could manage herself without the structure of the Army she had known for so many years, but after a peek at the pay, she was suitably convinced by KorTac’s recruiters to sign the dotted line.                                         HEADCANONS -> Is unusually quiet and nervous inside transport Helis. She could really do with an anxiety pill. -> Surprisingly vicious in hand-to-hand- she does not have the weight or strength to make hard hits, so she is ruthlessly brutal the first time so she doesn’t have to fight long. -> Wants to be married and have a family some day. She knows it won’t be any time soon, but her end goal, if she doesn’t die on a mission first, is to retire out from the military, marry and start having children.

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MASTERLIST #1

Started: 10/16/2021

Completed: 04/18/2024

Total Works: 100

Author’s Pick: 🌟

Fallout 4

preferences

VARIOUS FLIRTING LINES (x)

KIDS MAKING A COMIC ABOUT SOLE (x)

SOLE ASKING FOR A KISS (x)

SOLE HAVING A FEAR OF BEING POISONED (x)

SOLE BEING HIT ON (x)

SOLE HAVING LONG, STRONG NAILS AND USING THEM TO KILL SOMEONE (x)

SOLE COMING OUT AS AROMANTIC (x)

SOLE ASKING THEM HOW THEY’RE SINGLE (x)

SOLE TEACHING THEM / ASKING THEM TO PLAY CHESS (x)

WHAT I THINK THEIR ELEMENT WOULD BE (x)

BLUNT, SEEMINGLY UNFEELING!SOLE ASKING THEM OUT (x)

WHAT COSTUMES THEY WOULD WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN (x)

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO A “HAUNTED” HOUSE (x)

HOW THEY WOULD PLAY SIMS 4 (x)

SOLE FEELING GUILTY ABOUT MOVING ON (x)

THEY MEET AN AMAZONIAN-LIKE SOLE (x)

[!] MAGNOLIA, NISHA, + WILLIAM BLACK CATCH-UP (x)

SOLE FALLING AND GETTING AN OUCHIE (x)

[!] GLORY + TINKER TOM CATCH-UP (x)

SHORT!SOLE ASKING TO SLOW DANCE (x) 🌟

PET NAMES FOR THEM + SOLE (x)

BEST TO WORST AT “DOING THE DEED” (x)

SEEING SOLE’S HIDDEN TATTOO’S FOR THE FIRST TIME (x)

SOLE HAS A MASSIVE COLLECTION OF POWER ARMOR (x)

SOLE GETS TOSSED OFF OF A MECHANICAL BULL (x)

JOINING SOLE IN THE SHOWER AND FINDING THEM WITH A “SOAP MOHAWK” (x) 🌟

F!SOLE SITS IN THEIR LAP (x)

THEY MEET A SMALL, SPRY SOLE (x)

CHUBBY, INSECURE!SOLE LEAVES THEM BEHIND AND THEY CONFRONT THEM (x)

MAXSON SENDS SOLDIERS TO A PEACEFUL SANCTUARY TO CAUSE SOME TROUBLE , original companions only + codsworth and strong (x)

[!] JACK CABOT, EDWARD DEEGAN, CODSWORTH, + TRAVIS MILES CATCH-UP (x)

[SLIGHTLY NSFW] SOLE THAT DRESSES LIKE A 50’S HOUSEWIFE HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS (x)

FINDING OUT SOLE’S SPOUSE WAS ABUSIVE (x)

SOLE GETS THEIR ATTENTION BY SAYING “HEY HONEY” (x) 🌟

SOLE ASKING IF THEY THINK THEY’RE PRETTY (x)

TALL, STRONG M!SOLE HUGS THE BREATH OUT OF THEM (x) 🌟

SOLE IS SCARED OF THE DARK (x)

THEY COMFORT SOLE ON THEIRS AND THEIR DEAD SPOUSE’S ANNIVERSARY (x)

SOLE SAYS “FUCK” BASICALLY AS OFTEN AS THEY BREATHE (x)

CRUSHING!NPC SEE A SHIRTLESS, BUFF M!SOLE FOR THE FIRST TIME (x)

SOLE WAKES THEM UP WITH KISSES (x)

HOW MANY CHILDREN THEY WOULD HAVE (x)

JOHN WICK AS SOLE (x)

COMPANIONS FALL INTO WORM HOLE AND SEE THEIR YOUNGER SELVES (x)

one shots

MACCREADY X PREGNANT!SOLE , “naptime for the general” (x)

CODSWORTH X GN!SOLE , “the after-battle cry” (x)

GAGE X F!SOLE , “ya don’t care what they think?” (x)

X6-88 X GN!SOLE , “close game” (x)

MACCREADY X BLUNT!GN!SOLE , “you are just so hard to read” (x)

GAGE X GN!SOLE , “it won’t kill you” (x)

MACCREADY X GN!SOLE , “too many distractions” (x) 🌟

ELDER MAXSON X GN!SOLE , “riled up” (x)

MASON X GN!SOLE , “only me” (x)

X6-88 X GN!SOLE , “fruit stand” (x)

HANCOCK X GN!SOLE , “you are my sunshine” (x) 🌟

DANSE X GN!SOLE , “rainy holidays” (x)

filthy smut

GAGE X F!SOLE (x) 🌟

blurbs / drabbles

DEACON AND F!SOLE’S FIRST KISS (x) 🌟

F!SOLE CALLS GAGE, MASON, SAVOY, AND WILLIAM BLACK HER “SPECIAL BOYS” (x)

HANCOCK AND F!SOLE’S FIRST KISS (x) 🌟

headcanons

JEALOUS COMPANIONS , danse, deacon, maccready, gage (x)

YOUNG!SOLE RUNS THE GAUNTLET , gage, mason, mags black, nisha, william black (x)

DAD!GAGE , kid + teen headcanons (x) 🌟

NATIVE AMERICAN!SOLE KILLS COLTER WITH A SINGLE ARROW , gage, mason, mags black, nisha, william black (x)

CRUSHING!COMPANIONS AND HOW THEY ACT AROUND A CRUSHING!SHY!SOLE , hancock, deacon, gage, cait, maccready (x)

ROMANCED!GAGE (x)

CRUSING! + ROMANCED!DANSE COMPLIMENTING SOLE (x)

Fallout 3

preferences

VARIOUS FLIRTING LINES (x)

LONE ASKING FOR A KISS (x)

WHAT COSTUMES THEY WOULD WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN (x)

M!LONE COMES OUT AS GAY (x)

THEY GET F!LONE PREGNANT / M!LONE GETS THEM PREGNANT (x)

[!] AMATA CATCH-UP (x)

M!LONE COMES OUT AS BI (x)

[!] THREE DOG CATCH-UP (x)

LONE IS A TATTOO ARTIST / GIVES THEM A TATTOO (x)

F!LONE GIVES THEM HER LATE FATHER’S WEDDING BAND (x) 🌟

BLUNT, SEEMINGLY UNFEELING!LONE ASKS THEM OUT (x)

PET NAMES FOR THEM + LONE (x)

F!LONE SITS IN THEIR LAP (x) 🌟

[!] LUCAS SIMMS CATCH-UP (x)

LONE ASKS IF THEY THINK THEY’RE PRETTY (x)

LONE GETS THEIR ATTENTION BY SAYING “HEY HONEY” (x)

USUALLY CALM, LOGICAL LONE SEES THEIR DAD FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THE SURFACE AND PUNCHES HIM (x)

one shots

BUTCH DELORIA X F!LONE , “you could have anyone” (x) 🌟

BUTCH DELORIA X F!LONE , “question 9” (x)

BUTCH DELORIA X M!LONE , “compromise” (x)

filthy smut

NONE

blurbs / drabbles

BUTCH AND F!LONE’S FIRST KISS (x) 🌟

YOUNG!MACCREADY LEARNS ABOUT LOVE FROM F!LONE AND BUTCH (x) 🌟

CHARON AND F!LONE HAVE A LITTLE VACATION (x)

headcanons

BUTCH CRUSHING ON GN!LONE (x)

BUTCH ROMANTICALLY WITH M!LONE (x)

NPC [FULL PREFERENCE LIST] HUGCANONS (x)

GOB + MOIRA AS TRAVELING COMPANIONS (x)

FALLOUT NEW VEGAS

preferences

SIX WRITES THEIR NAME ON THEIR ARM (x)

SIX GETS THEIR ATTENTION BY SAYING “HEY HONEY” (x) 🌟

SIX’S ONLY REVENGE ON BENNY IS BURNING HIS COAT (x)

THEY WALK IN ON SIX IN THE LUCKY 38 KITCHEN BEING A BREAD GREMLIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (x)

one shots

BENNY X F!COURIER , “IOU” (x)

filthy smut

NONE

blurbs / drabbles

NONE

headcanons

RAUL FLUFFY/ROMANTIC (x)