#user: padd

[condenadoshqs]

* ST. MARY MAGDALENE HA ABIERTO UN NUEVO EXPEDIENTE.

los directivos analizan datos de nimue song para recibirle en su primer año de curso. se encuentra estudiando canto & composición de arreglos musicales en st. clare of assisi y ha sido asignade a la mansión cuatro. todos los datos parecen ser correctos en lo que estampan sello para declararlo como procesado. sin embargo, días después expediente desaparece y en su lugar dentro del archivo, una hoja con la firma de una sociedad secreta queda como demostración de lo que fue robado. ¿ganar o perder? todavía nadie lo sabe.

PADD, bienvenide al universo de condenados. ¡nos encanta tenerte entre nosotres! esperamos que tu estadía en el grupal sea larga y que disfrutes de cada cosa que esta maravillosa historia tiene para ofrecer. esperamos la cuenta de tu personaje en las próximas 24 horas.

FUERA DE PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE: padd

PRONOMBRES: femeninos

EDAD: 25+

PAÍS / ZONA HORARIA: méxico

TRIGGERS: abuso/maltrato animal, pedofilia.

¿ACEPTAS QUE TU PERSONAJE RECIBA CUALQUIER TIPO DE INTERVENCIONES?: si

¿ALGO QUE AGREGAR?: amo aquí 💐

DENTRO DEL PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE COMPLETO: nimue sang 

FACECLAIM: hwang yeji

PRONOMBRES: femeninos

EDAD: 21 años

FECHA DE CUMPLEAÑOS: julio 19

LUGAR DE PROVENIENCIA:  lyon, francia. 

DESCRIPCIÓN PSICOLÓGICA:

( POSITIVAS )  *  sociable, de mente abierta, ingeniosa. ( NEGATIVAS ) *  caprichosa, rencorosa, perfeccionista. 

DESCRIPCIÓN FÍSICA: APARIENCIA. con una estatura de 1.65, le gusta experimentar con su cabello, le da igual llevarlo suelto o recogido. por ahora tiene 5 tatuajes, pero planea hacerse más. ( UNO, DOS, TRES, CUATRO, CINCO. ) 

HISTORIA:

001.  el matrimonio sang, conformado por un director de cine con ideas revolucionarias fuera de este mundo y una periodista elocuente pero con ciertos sueños frustrados a causa de su familia conservadora. ambos se conocen en la universidad de st. mary magdalene y aunque en un inicio parecen chocar, terminan encontrando un equilibrio que los hace conectar, formar una familia, teniendo la dicha de ser padres de dos niñas.

002. la infancia de nimue y su hermana mayor se ve rodeada de magia, juegos, viajes y un sin fin de experiencias que les permite crecer con ciertos ideales, donde ellas pueden decir o hacer lo que quieran sin ser juzgadas y cumplir cualquier cosa que deseen. ciertamente gozaban de privilegios que poco les importaban hasta llegar a adolescencia, donde poco a poco terminaron usándolos a su favor. 

003. no es que haya tenido su etapa de “rebeldía” pues la educación que había recibido no tenía límites y cuando comenzaron a marcarlos, nimue se disgustaba demasiado al punto en que comenzó a tener mayor diferencias de pensamiento con su madre, quien simplemente trataba de cuidarla e incluso llegó a oponerse al futuro que había elegido su hija menor: ser cantante, pues creía que no sería capaz de sobrellevar el ambiente del espectáculo. 

004. la relación entre sus padres a pesar de aparentar una cosa ante las cámaras, en realidad fuera de ellas tiene muchos altibajos y, luego de sospechas de una infidelidad, inicia el quiebre en el matrimonio sang, dando fin a todo el escándalo con un divorcio “amistoso”. a raíz de ello, comienza la pelea por la custodia de sus hijas, la cual termina siendo compartida. nimue por su parte resiente la situación, en especial cuando deja de congeniar y discutir todo el tiempo con su madre.

005. nimue, nunca ha estado convencida del todo en que la universidad de st. mary magdalene sea un lugar donde ella encaje, sin embargo el hecho de que su hermana asistiera y la petición de su madre aunada a la insistencia de sus abuelos, le hacen ceder. su decisión en realidad fue inesperada pero la familia lo agradeció, claro que nimue lo hace para tener cierta “libertad” y no lidiar con los roces que tienen sus padres siempre que se reúnen por ella. 

DATO ADICIONAL OPCIONAL: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

¿ESTUDIANTE MATRICULADO O BECADO?: matriculada

FACULTAD: st. clare of assisi  

CARRERA: canto & composición de arreglos musicales.

AÑO DE CURSO: primer año

EXTRACURRICULARES: locutora del podcast universitario, club de boxeo, coro universitario, club de hindi. 

¿CUÁL ES LA SOCIEDAD SECRETA DE SU INTERÉS?: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

[ironborealis]

"I take Anakin Skywalker as my Padawan learner." The words rip themselves from his throat before he even has time to think them.

He's not cut out to be a Master, he knows this. The Council knows --

"It wasn't even ten years ago, as I recall, that you swore before the Council that you'd never take a Padawan again." Mace's eyebrow rises with skepticism, as he looks to the other council members for the confirmation that he doesn't actually need.

Qui-gon remembers perfectly what he said then.

"Much fear, I sense in the boy -- and long time it has been since the responsibility for a Padawan you have had." Yoda adds, eyeing both Anakin and himself with skeptical eyes.

"The boy must be taught." He insists, digging his heels in, something that only works with the Council a little over half the time.

"We're wandering off topic," Depa announces, breaking off the silent stalemate between himself and his grandmaster. "If Qui-gon is right and he did encounter a Sith on Tatooine and is targeting the Queen, then Qui-gon must go with her back to Naboo." Depa's lips purse momentarily as she scrolls through her data padd. "Knight Muln is an excellent pilot, the obvious choice for your second during the attempt to negotiate between the Trade Federal and Naboo -- but if this is a Sith, you'll need a second much more skilled in combat against other lightsaber users --" The corner of her lip curls upward with pleased surprise that sours Qui-gon's stomach because there are only a few possibilities -- "Fortunately, it seems that Knight Kenobi is available to join you for this mission."

"Absolutely not --"

"Why not? Knight Kenobi is a skilled duelist, and if anyone could help give us an accurate assessment of your readiness to take on a Padawan, then surely it would be your own lineage brother." Knight Kenobi's ability to assess Anakin's suitability as a future Padawan goes unsaid in Mundi's harrumph.

He's not seen the boy -- the man? -- since he left him on Bandomeer, after the boy had helped him defuse the bombs (had offered his own life to help him escape), in order to pursue Xanatos.

He'd sent a message to his estranged master after he departed, urging him to take the boy on as a Padawan, ignoring the fact that his master's own Padawan had fallen only a few months earlier.

It shames him now to think that the fall of Xanatos all those years ago has left him mired in such grief that to this day he feels unready to take another Padawan; yet he had been quick to throw a child at his own master, no matter their strained relationship, whose own wounds at the time were more recent.

"Then it's decided: Knight Kenobi will accompany you and the Queen to Naboo in order to confirm the your sighting of the Sith and assist in defending the Queen." Mace looks pleased as he makes his announcement.

Qui-gon has a bad feeling about this.

///***///

Anakin is frustrated (NOT angry!) and confused, as they stop briefly at Mr. Qui-gon's quarters (so small, so full of green) and the "quartermaster" to get supplies and fresh underclothes for Anakin.

The Council doesn't want him to join the Jedi because he's too old and too angry (too powerful?).

Mr. Qui-gon seems to have summoned an Idiot's Array from thin air by declaring Anakin as his Padawan, forcing the Council to accept him.

The Council has decided upon adding yet another test, for both him and Mr. Qui-Gon, involving a brother of Mr. Qui-gon's -- even though Jedi aren't supposed to have families...

He'd ask Mr. Qui-gon, but the man is in a mood that Anakin knows from hard experience to avoid in Masters. Whether that rule also applies to Jedi Masters Anakin is unsure and not eager to find out.

When they arrive at the dock where the Queen's ship is moored, there is only a Jedi standing stiffly in front of the gangplank. This must be Knight Kenobi.

Knight Kenobi appears human, and seems to present as male. His hair is much lighter than Qui-gon's, a dark sand-like color with a red tinge that hangs around his chin. He's short -- at least compared to Mr. Qui-gon who is very tall. His face is rounder and his eyes much grayer than Mr. Qui-gon. Some of that may be because Knight Kenobi is so much younger than Mr. Qui-gon -- like at least half his age.

They must have different fathers.

"Master Jinn," Knight Kenobi bows to Mr. Qui-Gon, and Mr. Qui-gon makes a face like he just took a drink of black melon milk as he nods in response. "Mr. Skywalker," Knight Kenobi turns and gives him a smaller box.

Anakin doesn't know what is stranger -- being called 'mister' or be *bowed* to of all the things.

"Knight Kenobi." Anakin makes a clumsy attempt at the bow Knight Kenobi gave Mr. Qui-gon. It's not like a slave's bow at all - the Jedi bow is all straight lines and sharp angles instead of the curved back and hunched shoulders that he's used to. It feels so unnatural.

When he comes back up there's a sparkle in Knight Kenobi's eyes, like he might be laughing at Anakin -- but as much as Anakin would like to tell him off, he knows that his future with the Jedi will depend on gaining Knight Kenobi's good opinion, so he'll hold his tongue.

"You and Mr. Qui-gon are brothers?" Slips out of his mouth instead before Anakin can stop it.

"Yes," Knight Kenobi says, at the same time Mr. Qui-gon says, "No."

Mr. Qui-gon gives Knight Kenobi a hard look before he marches up the gangplank and disappears into the ship. Anakin knows he should follow the man, but frustration (...and anger?) he feels from Mr. Qui-gon make him freeze in place instead.

He's been so busy worried about impressing the Council and now Knight Kenobi, that he's never considered what might happen to him if he upsets Mr. Qui-gon. Can a Jedi Master reject a Padawan?

Knight Kenobi has turned his head to watch Mr. Qui-gon leave. Then he, shockingly, crouches down until he's at eye level with Anakin. There's a slight smile Knight Kenobi's lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which are hard to read but maybe look sad?

"It's complicated; nothing for you to be concerned with." Knight Kenobi says.

The man stands back up, his grin growing a bit broader, a bit faker.

"Now, as we are the last two to board, we had best hurry before the Queen and Miss Padmé decide to leave us behind," Knight Kenobi's voice is cheerful as he steps to stand alongside Anakin and gestures towards the gangplank.

Padmé would never leave him behind. He's not so sure about Knight Kenobi though.

Knight Kenobi lets out a soft snort that's almost like laughter -- but Anakin is sure he didn't say anything this time -- can the Jedi really read minds?

[star-trekster]

I want your silliest head canons for our main three cardassians: dukat, garak, and damar!! (but only if you want short)

Thank you so much for asking I really appreciate it! I’m delighted to say my silliness pertaining to Trek!

Dukat:

Divorced (swagless) ((derogatory))

Constantly messaging Sisko over the smallest inconvenience

Thinks he’s the main character

Using Am I the asshole subreddit basically every day (every reply is yes)

He just goes to superhell. That’s it. That’s his arch

Just the weirdest thing?? Crush?? Idolization?? for Sisko IDK ( “you know in your heart he secretly admires you” girl you are delusional )

Pink padd marked “top secret” where he writes about stuff, like his feelings and his day and then it’s just security codes and union info on the side

Garak:

Probably looks at old fashion magazines just to get angry and criticize them

Craziest god Damm inner monologue

Really great nail care (all the better to sew with)

Moisturizing daily, cleansing oil, serving, slaying

Him and keiko talk about gardening at a time :)

Probably read a lot of Earth literature (Twilight)

Damar:

Divorced (swagless) ((neutral))

He would definitely play C.O.D and get into the craziest debates over voice call

Really animated while reading, giving live reaction moments, scoffs at jokes that aren’t funny

Mirror Damar is the same person, literally just some guy with an interesting character arc (I’m not following the mirror novels :/)

Redditor, and chronic cardassian Facebook user

Drinks diet Dr pepper

Quite silly and low key! These are just my thoughts and feel free to disagree, or share your ideas !! :)

[jamisonwieser]

The closing credits for the new season of Star Trek: Picard has the best closing credits ever: a montage of LCARS user interface glamour shots.

Today we're surrounded by flat panel screens that we control and navigate with multitouch gestures, tablet computers with wireless network connections to a vast network of data libraries, front-facing cameras so you can have a video, and computers that respond when you call out, "Hey Siri/Google/Alexa/Cortana".

When Star Trek: The Next Generation premiered in 1987, the new futuristic Enterprise's Library Computer Access and Retrieval System (LCARS) and Personal Access Display Device (PADD) was far beyond the text-based operating systems, early windowing interfaces, and CRT monitors of the time.

Apple's original Macintosh was only 3 years old and a major feature of the brand-new Macintosh II was color.

[etymologyofmind]

What happens on the Holodeck...

Previously...

And now...

When class ended, Da’an called for the lobby, and set back in his seat in the now ‘empty’ room, pressing his palms into his eyes. Doctor Asimov was an interesting choice as an instructor, though the many liberties the program writer had taken with him, and general reality, weren’t going to be to everyone’s taste, and it was likely the original man himself would have had reservations about being pulled into a simulation like this and used as such a strange avatar. Federation law was constantly changing around holotechnology, and the laws about image rights were more forgiving with the dead than with the living, and if one knew where, and how, to look, there were always tells with holograms.

Unfortunately for Da’an, it was also a technology which, despite its progress and general balance improving by leaps and bounds, was not perfectly suitable to everyone: many species did not see the world the same way, be it in colour or tone or depth perception, and the way a hologram portrayed reality to accommodate those differences had led to some impressive innovations in personalized experiences. The Vellouwyn itself had a highly experimental, highly versatile holographic system onboard, tied directly into the main computer and a powerful auxiliary power system, to allow it to do some “Neat Things” and gather data about the results. One of these things happened to give Da’an a mild stress headache if he participated too long in any given program.

Pulling up the system control console for the holosuites, Da’an toggled some settings and looked around the lobby. Abruptly, the generally grey cube of space his seat had been settled in faded out, displaying something closer to an astronav interface, where different points of reference data were shown in real time and three dimensions using glyphs and identifying data. The walls of the massive chamber were rendered in the standard black and yellow grid, although it flickered subtly, as if the lines were made of artificial energy. They were, actually, as the emitter grids embedded into the chamber walls did not require the reference mesh earlier holodecks had relied on, but it was a legacy representation that many users had grown comfortable with. There were a few projections into the room at regular intervals, extending from the walls to a central support column which hosted the internal emitters, the core replication node, and the redundant auxiliary power system. All of the substance of the holo systems was projected from here, and the deuterium powered emitters could project up to level 10 forcefields at such a refined focus that a skilled surgeon could perform nanosurgery with simulated equipment here.

The rest of the constellation around the room represented two things, based on Da’an’s filter settings: tangible, thus, replicated objects (or those which had been brought in by a participant), and participants themselves. These glittered like stars in the open field, drifting amorphously in a general suspension around the room, keeping mathematically distant to, and from, the relative ‘owner’ of the space. Looking down and around himself, Da’an noticed his chair was the same one he’d been sitting in in the classroom, but was now translucent, while the Padd in his hands was fully real, as it had come in with him. He was slowly drifting towards the wall, and one of the gaps in the grid which represented an exit, as the call for the lobby had presumed that he would want to exit the suites when he was done with his program, so was locating him near the Arch. He did not even feel the movement, and neither did the others still in the suites around him.

The Bolian from his classroom looked to be striding straight towards Da’an, so he stood up from the chair, feet planted on the translucent ‘floor’ which spread out around him like a pool in the nothing. He prepared to be greeted by the boisterous prankster, but was surprised for a moment when he passed within two meters of Da’an without saying anything, or even seeming to notice him: this was, in fact, the case, as unlike Da’an, the Bolian didn’t have a console up, and so couldn’t see beyond his own private experience. As the blue-hued alien moved, his path veered slightly around Da’an as the suites corrected it to keep the two from coming into contact, and ultimately corrected to pass him through the Arch unimpeded. Da’an realized that in his own personal experience, the Bolian hadn’t noticed the deviation, and had been walking ‘in a straight line’ for the exit the entire time, goaded by the deceptive projection of the simulated room he was in.

Da’an’s cybernetic implants had trouble with that very effect. Unlike most of the other crew, for whom the holodeck could bend light and alter reference points to make a straight line into a circle if it was called for, the various sensors in his equipment fed him dissonance reports whenever the holodeck messed too hard with plausibility. Occasionally it made him feel woozy, because it wasn’t simply a digital readout on his retinal console, but the full-featured experience of vertigo as his eyes and brain told him he was moving in different directions. Occasionally the visual input of the projected fields would distort between his eyes and brain, too, and his personalized view card—the projected envelope around him which gave him an arm’s reach reality to work in, simulated to his anchored presence—could occasionally desynchronize, making reality seem flat and queasily depthless. This was one of the reasons that Rich Ironside had given him access to this console at all; the two of them were working on a research thesis around Da’an’s holosuite experiences, and the merits and flaws of its discomforts.

Resuming his look around the space, Da’an noted a number of other students from his class still floating about, seated, working on Padds to make new selections for a program. Others had risen, and like the Bolian, were filtered into a ‘corridor’ queue which allowed them to file out of the suite simultaneously through one of multiple exits without actually running in to one another. One person, above him, was walking at a forty-degree angle, perfectly upright and at a slant, suggesting that they had a personalized gravity field working in their experience such that ‘down’ wasn’t the same as it was for others around them, possibly because they’d requested an upper-level Arch to exit. Since the gravity itself was artificial for everyone aboard, this wasn’t actually as complicated as it seemed, and directionality was the province of one of the arrays which connected between the walls and the core in the room for just this reason.

Some of the people and objects Da’an could see were clear enough: a Tarkalean Lieutenant he’d met once was dining with a friend somewhere, on something that he could not see through the opaque plate from underneath: the food had been replicated as part of their experience, so it would be nutritious and as real as such things came. Tactful Shadows—an actual program in the system called Tactful Shadows—were overlaid on his display to keep the participants from being exposed to unsolicited voyeurism from this angle, but the privacy settings of their program still let him see who they were and an approximation of what they were doing. Meanwhile, a short way off, a targeting icon surrounded a sphere of amorphous static, and its only listing was the currently running program: this was a user who had arranged for higher privacy settings, or whose program came with those settings flagged by default, to keep out unwanted attention even under diagnostic conditions. Nearby to that was a Human woman who was engaged in ice climbing, a fact which was made apparent by the motions she went through and the wicked hooks she was hatcheting into nothingness as she interacted with her program.

All of these participants floated in a void they did not know, or at least, did not have to acknowledge, kept them drifting around a big empty room that made adjustments to keep them from ever meeting, ever having to overhear one another, ever even knowing whether they were up or down. Rich called this a “Suspension of Disbelief”; Da’an wished it was more unbelievable to his implants. With a sigh, he looked back down at the Padd and touched the hematite tips of his fingers to the surface, letting his accessibility program sync with the small computer in the little device. It connected almost instantly, and as he thought through what he wanted to say and do, the Padd reacted to the microstatic instructions that channelled through his artificial touch, working faster than most people would through simple tactile inputs, one of the perks of not being a whole person.

When he was young, Da’an had been on a colony which had fallen victim to a spaceborne bacterial cloud which engulphed the whole planet. Like invisible locusts, the ugly little creatures, which resembled earth Waterbears, but had a taste for flesh, had ravaged their crops and livestock, contaminated their water supply, and within a week decimated their settlements. Few people from the Coriander Settlement had survived long enough for rescue, but when the Vulcan science ship had reached them and driven off the infection, Da’an was one of three of his family members who were still alive, huddled in a sealed storage bin, sharing a dwindling supply of oxygen and hoping to outlast the small contagion which had made its way in on their clothes and was slowly, but surely, eating its way through the available meal. He had lost an eye, his tongue, suffered massive nerve damage throughout his upper body, and had been spared from death only by the apparent aversion of the bacteria to eating through bones. He, his sister, and his cousin were treated well, and extensively, by a multi-member coalition of Federation doctors and scientists who were using newly developed advancement in cybernetic medicine to help the children and the few other survivors of the colony to recover meaningfully, and regain quality of life.

It had not only saved his life, but launched his career: Da’an was the Vellouwyn’s Bio-Integrated Systems Specialist, and he was responsible, in part, for everything from the gel packs which ran a neural network throughout the ship, to the healing biofilm which helped the outer hull recover and endure the natural rigors of space, to the interface with the next generation DOT units and the R4T drones which helped maintain ship systems. He had taken advantage of his unprecedented access to the doctors and specialists who helped him heal, and had become one of them on his own terms. For now, he was working with Rich, who was the holographic systems specialist, and an un-enlisted crewman, to try to better understand what the Vellouwyn’s holosuites were capable of, and ways to ensure that they would stay safe and accessible to everyone.

Finished with his work, he kicked the leg of the holographic chair away, and it burst into motes of light, dissipating when it got out of his circle of reference. Curious, he dialed some of the settings on his Padd, such that the visual representation of the chair came back into focus, tipped over on the floor nearby as the auditorium came back into view for him, empty and dimly lit. He stepped towards it, and watched as a thin blue light crept up over it as he got close enough for it to be interactable, and smiled at the recognition that the suite was not wasting power to physically present objects that he was not likely to interact with.

Satisfied for the moment, he turned to leave through the auditorium doors, which had rendered to reflect the exit of the Arch, and found himself face to ‘face’ with someone in the shadows, lurking, formless, with deep-set eyes watching him. Startled and surprised, Da’an cried out, throwing his Padd at the figure, and stumbling backward a number of steps, only to trip over his discarded chair and land heavily on his back. It didn’t hurt, as the safeties for the suites were on, but he clambered anyway, struggling to kick the chair away and get to his feet, only to find himself alone in the darkened auditorium. His heart was racing, and he was breathing raggedly, and he spun in a circle to look in all directions for whatever it was he’d seen, but found nothing.

Da’an wasn’t satisfied with that. “Computer, End program: immediate arch. Wait, cancel! Suspend program, record state for past 5 minutes, and isolate with level four data quarantine for review, authorization Darrin Theta Five Five. Arch!” The computer chirped and the door flashed open behind him. He briefly considered backing out defensively, but fear got the better of him and he turned and ran. Nothing happened, nothing pursued him, until he got to the door, whereupon a polite sound charmed from behind him. He threw himself out into the hall to a skidding halt: by design, for safety and security, the decks around the holosuites had no emitters on them, lessening the risk of escaped problems, so nothing was prone to following him. Nevertheless, he peered back into the nothing cautiously as the one or two other people lingering in the hallways looked on in bemusement. Floating there near the door was his Padd.

A pleasant voice chimed from the side of the arch, from a console: “Please take all personal articles when leaving the holosuites. Lost or forgotten articles can be reclaimed on deck 8: Requisitions.”

Da’an could feel his face flush with embarrassment, and he reached a trembling, traitorous hand through the door to snatch the Padd out of thin air. Turning to march indignantly down the hallway, he barked out a demand to the computer for the location of Richard Ironside, who he could practically hear laughing from here, satisfied in his successful prank. It was a good thing they had such qualified doctors onboard, Da’an thought: when he caught up with Rich, he was going to tear a strip off of him deep enough to need medical attention.

[firstgreys]

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NUEVA SOLICITUD DE INGRESO.

nhung hong queda reservada a nombre de padd con los siguientes cupos:

miembro del club de alemán (9/10).

miembro del club de danza contemporánea (5/10)

locutora del podcast universitario (2/2).

miembro del club de pintura (7/10).

miembro del club de arco y flecha (7/10).

¡muchas gracias por el interés! a partir de ahora contás con 48 horas para enviar el expediente y terminar el registro en st. mary magdalene.

[atlantarpg]

dicen que las calles 𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 intimidan a más de uno al no encontrarles fin que no se aleje del boscoso alrededor. esperamos que en tu caso, CYRENE, no sea de esta forma, porque tu familia ya ha dejado su marca en la ciudad y ahora es tu turno de dejar la tuya. no hay espacios para dudas ni temor, recuerda ser muy bien quien domine las calles y no ellas a ti.

¡PADD! te agradecemos de antemano por el interés en el proyecto y te damos la bienvenida de igual forma. de ahora en más cuentas con 24 horas para hacer entrega de tu cuenta, ya sabes que en caso de requerir más tiempo puedes acercarte al main

—  OUT OF CHARACTER.

nombre: Padd

pronombres: ella/suya

edad: +21

zona horaria: GMT-5

nivel de conexión (1-10): 8

¿algún trigger?: maltrato/abuso animal, homofobia, pedofilia, incesto.

¿algo que desees agregar?:  REMOVIDO POR LA ADMINISTRACIÓN

—  IN CHARACTER:

nombre completo: Cyrene Davis

número de cupo: cupo 27

fecha de nacimiento:  diciembre  31

faceclaim: zoe love smith

personalidad:

( + ) independiente, adaptable, noble. ( - ) insegura, enigmática, desafiante

Datos curiosos:

Desde pequeña no ha sido muy apegada a los miembros de su familia, prefería descubrir las cosas por sí sola. Trepar árboles, ensuciarse o caerse mientras aprendía a andar en bicicleta ayudó a crearse un carácter y sentir que todo era posible si solo se deseaba. Siempre apreció lo más sencillo de la vida, se reía incluso de lo que nadie creía gracioso y correr sin rumbo era uno de sus hobbies preferidos de niña.

Sin embargo, poco a poco su forma de ser cambio en su adolescencia donde sufrió bullying y las inseguridades comenzaron a atacar su mente. No se sentía bien con su cuerpo, comenzó a sonreír con menos frecuencia, prefería ir por el camino fácil que aventurarse a descubrir cosas nuevas como cuando tenía 8 años. Sus padres llegaron a cuestionarle, pero ella simplemente se justificó en que estaba creciendo y la gente solía cambiar.

Cuando llegó el momento de elegir una carrera, realmente lo paso mal, pues no tenía idea (y hasta la fecha) que es lo que quiere hacer con su vida. Son pocas las cosas que realmente le han apasionan, suele perder el interés rápido como para cuestionarse si quiere dedicarse a ello. En una ocasión lo creyó con la música, pero su decidía y también el sermón de sus padres le hicieron desechar la idea. No obstante, su momento favorito del día es cuando se pone a tocar la guitarra.

Es impredecible, nadie sabe ni puede adivinar que es lo que pasa por su cabeza. Hay días en que tiene ganas incluso de aventarse de un paracaídas y otros donde solo quiere pasar el día leyendo. Puede que parezca estar de mal humor todo el tiempo, pero es solo un señuelo para mantener a la gente alejada, pues aún trabaja en sus miedos e inseguridades. Quiere recuperar a esa niña que fue hace tiempo atrás.  

Extra:   Tablero de Pinterest :)

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* ST. MARY MAGDALENE HA ABIERTO UN NUEVO EXPEDIENTE.

los directivos analizan datos de robyn shim para recibirle en su segundo año de curso. se encuentra estudiando arquitectura en st. ignatius of laconi y ha sido asignade a la mansión tres. todos los datos parecen ser correctos en lo que estampan sello para declararlo como procesado. sin embargo, días después expediente desaparece y en su lugar dentro del archivo, una hoja con la firma de una sociedad secreta queda como demostración de lo que fue robado. ¿ganar o perder? todavía nadie lo sabe.

PADD, bienvenide al universo de condenados. ¡nos encanta tenerte entre nosotres! esperamos que tu estadía en el grupal sea larga y que disfrutes de cada cosa que esta maravillosa historia tiene para ofrecer. esperamos la cuenta de tu personaje en las próximas 24 horas.

FUERA DE PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE: padd

PRONOMBRES: femeninos 

EDAD: 25+

PAÍS / ZONA HORARIA: méxico 

TRIGGERS: abuso/maltrato animal, pedofilia.

¿ACEPTAS QUE TU PERSONAJE RECIBA CUALQUIER TIPO DE INTERVENCIONES?: si 

¿ALGO QUE AGREGAR?: amo aquí 🫶 

DENTRO DEL PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE COMPLETO: robyn shim 

FACECLAIM: lee jeno

PRONOMBRES: masculinos 

EDAD: 23 años 

FECHA DE CUMPLEAÑOS: abril 21 

LUGAR DE PROVENIENCIA: washington d.c. 

DESCRIPCIÓN PSICOLÓGICA:

( POSITIVAS ) * amable, protector, cálido. ( NEGATIVAS ) * impaciente, tímido, indeciso

DESCRIPCIÓN FÍSICA: APARIENCIA. con una estatura de 1.78, intenta mantener un peinado apropiado al igual que acostumbra a verse siempre impecable y dar la mejor imagen posible. tiene un TATUAJE en el tobillo, muy poca gente sabe de su existencia.

HISTORIA:

001. nace en el seno de una familia estrictamente dedicada a la política generación tras generación. el matrimonio de sus padres fue más un acuerdo entre familias que algo real, sin embargo con el tiempo llegaron a relacionarse más allá de sus propias carreras y a sentir cariño poco a poco uno por el otro, en especial cuando el pequeño robyn llegó a sus vidas. 

002. robyn aprendió a lidiar con los cambios de sus padres estando en casa y fuera de ella. intentaban ser amorosos pero a su vez, solían ser fríos en ciertas cosas, especialmente en público, pues debían mantener y cuidar esa imagen de personas severas. robyn por su parte se acopló al ritmo de sus padres, siendo complaciente en todo para evitar problemas y gustando de ser apreciado por calificaciones perfectas y comportamiento intachable. 

003. conforme va creciendo se da cuenta que el tema de la política no es lo suyo, así que tras varios intentos y de prepararse mentalmente lo mejor posible, le comunica a su padre que no tiene interés en ocupar un cargo importante, lo que en verdad le interesa es la arquitectura, los paisajes, el diseño de edificios. su padre por su parte lo acepta y decide apoyarlo, así tenga que enfrentar a su propia familia. 

004. la dinámica en la familia pierde estabilidad luego de pequeña noticia que les da el sr. shim a su esposa e hijo. justamente hace 23 años antes de casarse, en sus últimas vacaciones de soltero, tuvo un amorío con una mujer la cual quedó embarazada y ahora tenía un hijo de la misma edad que robyn, claro que este dato no podía saberse, puesto que arruinaría su reputación, así que decide hacerse cargo del chico sin darle su apellido. a causa de aquel descubrimiento, la casa se vuelve aún más lúgubre que de costumbre y robyn queda en el medio mientras su madre busca consuelo en su trabajo y su padre parece más distante de lo normal. eso genera un quiebre en el interior de masculino, haciendo que busque afecto en lugares incorrectos y a punto de manchar la imagen del hijo perfecto que todos siempre habían esperado que fuera. 

005. asistir a st. mary magdalene no es sorpresa, gusto o deseo por parte de robyn, sino una obligación heredada por su familia. sin embargo, no es algo que le molestara, después de que su abuelo y padre le ayudaran a enfocarse nuevamente en sus metas, decide adentrarse en aquel mundo esperando que la experiencia sea agradable aun sin continuar con la tradición de estudiar en la facultad de st. margueritte d’youville.

DATO ADICIONAL OPCIONAL: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

¿ESTUDIANTE MATRICULADO O BECADO?: matriculado

FACULTAD: st. ignatius of laconi 

CARRERA: arquitectura 

AÑO DE CURSO: segundo año

EXTRACURRICULARES: club de lectura, club de natación, club de ajedrez & club de español.

¿CUÁL ES LA SOCIEDAD SECRETA DE SU INTERÉS?: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

[cfverse]

se le conceden +24 HORAS a la reserva de CIERRA RAMIREZ con el cupo de THE ASSISTANT.

[sietemaravillashq]

TU NACIMIENTO ES MI NACIMIENTO, TU MUERTE ES MI MUERTE. Los juramentos no están para romperse y eso lo sabes. ¿Recuerdas TIMOTHY VINCENT cuando profesaste aquellas palabras? Ahora que tu Aquelarre te necesita, ¿le harás justicia a la promesa que selló tus labios?

PADD, ¡Bienvenida a las Siete Maravillas! Gracias por acompañarnos en este proyecto, esperamos disfrutes del grupal. A partir de este momento tienes 24 horas para enviarnos la cuenta de tu personaje, pero si necesitas más tiempo nuestro buzón está abierto.

Pseudónimo: padd

Pronombres: ella/suya

Edad: +21

País o zona horaria: México

Nivel de conexión del uno al diez: 7 de 10

Triggers: abuso/maltrato animal, pedofilia, violaciones, racismo.

En caso de unfollow ¿permitirías que usemos a tu personaje para el desarrollo de la trama? si :)

¿Algo que añadir? les tqm <333

DENTRO DE PERSONAJE

Nombre:  Timothy Vincent

Pronombres: él/suyo

Faceclaim: miles heizer

Edad y fecha de nacimiento: 21 años / Diciembre 31

Ocupación:  estudiante de artes visuales / paseador de perros.

Cupo y a qué Aquelarre pertenece: aquelarre ursuline ( cupo 76 )

Personalidad:

( + )   generoso, de mente abierta, pacífico. ( -  )   minucioso, quijotesco, tímido.

¿Qué poderes posee? (siete maravillas): concillium, transmutación & piroquinesis (secundarias): herbolaria,healing & litomancia.

¿Cómo fue la primera vez que desarrolló uno de sus poderes? Tenía 12 años cuando se adentro junto con su gemelo a un edificio abandonado.  Theodore tenía la necedad de intentar el descendum, pues su madre tenía tal habilidad y él a toda costa la quería intentar también. De pronto se escucho un fuerte ruido, unas tablas cayeron de metros más arriba y en un intento por salvar a su hermano, Timothy le extendió la mano para que éste la tomara y deseo con todas sus fuerzas estar en el exterior del lugar.  Monty, al abrir los ojos se encontraba fuera del edificio, pero su hermano no, pues éste no logro tocar su mano.

De desearlo, puedes añadir tres puntos relevantes a la historia de tu personaje o curiosidades (opcional)

Nacido en Burdeos, Francia. Descendiente directo de una de las primeras ‘Casket Girls’   que arribó a New Orleans.  Su madre es una mujer entregada por completo a su naturaleza, una bruja que a pesar de todo siempre ha buscado el bien con sus poderes. Por otra parte, esta su padre, un hombre común y corriente, sumamente bondadoso y apasionado a la cocina. Aunque Timothy no fue el primogénito de los Vincent ni llegó solo, tanto él como sus hermanos siempre se les ha mostrado lo importante que son cada uno en la familia y se les aprecia tal y como son, se les ha apoyado y criado de la mejor manera posible.

Todo en esta familia parecía ser tan perfecto que el incidente que les arrebató a un miembro de la familia, les hizo plantearse qué habían hecho mal para recibir tal castigo. El ambiente nunca fue el mismo a pesar de que sus padres intentaron mostrarse mucho más fuertes y tratar de mantener a flote a todos. Timothy se siente un poco culpable y desde entonces ha buscado la manera de enmendar el error que de una u otra forma le marco de por vida.

Decidieron volver a New Orleans  hace 5 años especialmente por Timothy, quizá un comienzo nuevo a pesar de no ser reciente la pérdida de su gemelo le vendría bien, estar con los suyos y reconectar con un ambiente donde los recuerdos no lo alteren. En un principio se opuso pero adora demasiado a su abuela y la idea de vivir en su hogar es lo que lo hizo subir al avión y dejar atrás todo lo que ha pasado (o eso ha hecho creer a su padres para no preocuparlos más, pues quizá sus intenciones al estar cerca del aquelarre ursuline son el contactar con Theodore, su gemelo.)

[sam-and-crystal]

these are the librarians on the starship enterprise !!

in the Future most ppl don’t wear glasses but hector does cause he thinks it makes him look like a Stereotypical Librarian 

(related to that: if he wasn’t in starfleet wear he would dress in lots of cardigans and tweed jackets or whatever)

abrun was assigned the library cause another librarian (the old head) retired and there weren’t other librarians transferring so they stuck her in the library “temporarily” but she loves her fellow librarians and loves working there

the library isn’t that big cause it’s the Future so they have access to books on padds & stuff but there ARE Real Books(tm) in the library as well as paper user manuals for almost everything on the enterprise. also as a historian finley works with the cultural studies people and other historians as well as her librarian duties. she & lere will also go through old logs from other ships and even old ones from the enterprise and categorize them/sort them/use them if they’re helpful for current missions

usually they’ll go splits & put two people on night shift and two people on the day shift (usually finn and hector will each take a shift & then lere and abrun will trade off who works with who)

lere’s wife is a vulcan princess 

hector joined starfleet later in life; he was already a successful librarian but decided he wanted to travel the stars. so he did :)

all four of them are in the book club which will meet in the library so that the people on shift can work & participate at the same time

[space-helen]

True Friend

Words: 1067

Pairing: Geordi La Forge x reader

A/N: I think I still need to work on my transitions when it comes to my longer fics but otherwise I hope you enjoy!!

Request: Hi! Can I request something based off my match up, I think that this 'Geordi he almost instantly senses how anxious you are and understands it. Doing his best to make you comfortable, he tinkers while you draw. Sometimes he’ll just spout nonsense about something he wants to make and you bring it to life in your drawings. He ADORES your creativity.' would make a really good Geordi x reader. You don't have to do it but I think it would be cute. - @morganofthecoves1

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Ten Forward was bustling around you, it was filled with a lot more people than usual. You tried to stay near the sides of the room and kept to yourself, right now you couldn’t think of anything more that you hated.

You held your drink in your hand and anxiously looked around the room searching for someone, anyone who looked familiar and that’s when you saw none other Gerodi come towards you, the two of you had met a couple of times and the man was nice, the two of you wouldn’t call each other friends but right now his company was welcomed.

“Nervous?” 

You nodded as he stood next to you and looked over the room just like you had been doing “extremely.”

“I get it. I hate things like this, being forced to rub elbows with people you don’t know and don’t want to know either...not my cup of tea” your smile at his words was infectious and it soon crept its way onto his face. “How about we stick together tonight? Make sure no one else tries to talk to us?”

“I couldn’t think of anything better.”

The two of you got to know each other pretty well that night, Geordi doing everything he could to make sure you were comfortable in the room, the conversation was engaging and the two of you talked about your jobs with a lot of passion which just made you even more interested in each other. Since then it had been a natural occurrence for the two of you to hang out with each other whenever you could.

You were sunk into the sofa in your quarters while you drew on your personal PADD Geordi was sat on the floor, back leaning against the sofa with parts scattered out in front of him while he tinkered. “I think Data’s jealous of how much time we spend together.”

“Really? Data jealous?”

“Yeah he commented on it earlier in Engineering he said ‘I’ve noticed a great increase in the time you spend with Lieutenant Y/L/N”

“He’s more than welcome to join. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine.”

Geordi smiled up at you “I think he’d appreciate it.” the room fell into a peaceful silence again. 

“Some friends and I usually play poker when we can. Would you want to join? The next game is tomorrow night.”

“Who’ll be there?”

“Just Data, Worf, Deanna, Beverly, possible Will and I.”

“Will they be ok with it? I don’t want to intrude.”

“They’ll be fine with it trust me. You can sit next to me and you can leave at any time.” he barely gave you time to reply. “How about we go grab some dinner?” he climbed to his feet as you put your drawing down. 

“Lead the way.”

You found a small table in the corner of Ten Forward quiet and out of the way. 

“So I’ve been thinking about this new device and I can picture it in my head so clearly, it houses the components I’ve been tinkering with in your quarters. It’d be a small rectangular box no bigger than the palm of my hand so it can be hidden easily but not too angular so it doesn’t cause harm to the user.  There would need to be an exposed end in order for the device to function properly and there’d be a hidden button on the device as well so no one could use it unless they’d been instructed on the proper way. I just need to figure out a way to shrink the components”

You looked at the man and smiled, he froze “I’m talking too much aren’t I?”

“No you’re not, don’t be silly. It’s nice to hear you talk about it.”

“Are you sure I’m not just boring you?”

“I’m sure. I would have told you to shut up about it if you were.”

He smiled a genuine wide smile “You ready to leave? I��d better tidy up the mess I made in your quarters before it gets too late.” 

As soon as the doors opened to your quarters you practically ran for your PADD, opening up the drawing app and cracking to work. “I’m guessing you’ve had an idea?” Geordi joked as he sat back on the floor and started to fiddle with the parts.

“I thought you were going to tidy up.” you teased.

“Yeah well I’d better finish this part so I know where I left off properly.”

The silence once again consumed the room. Around an hour of small comments here and there passed until Geordi broke the silence. “I’d better be going now.” he’d put everything away into his bag and he stretched his legs and arms before standing up. “Tonight was nice, I’ll see ya tomorrow?” he slowly started to leave.

“Wait come back.” you pulled your PADD up to your chest to hide the screen from him. “Sit.” you tapped the seat and he smiled, dropping his tool bag next to the sofa and sitting next to you. “I drew you something.”

Flipping the PADD around you let the man see what was on the screen, it was the device he’d earlier described in ten forward. He took the PADD from you and admired the drawing, his mouth slightly agape in shock. “Y/N you really drew this? For me?”

“No I searched all the databases to find a rendering of the device that you described that’s never been made before. Of course I drew it!”

“It’s exactly how I see it in my head. Thank you Y/N.” 

“There’s no need to thank me, really.”

He passed the PADD back to you “You’ll come to the poker night tomorrow right?”

“I’ll be there.” his face lit up with glee as he stood and went to reach for his bag with the parts and tools he’d been using “You can leave it here. You’ll only be back in here working on it tomorrow.”

“You sure? I don’t want to leave anything that’s going to get in the way.”

“I’m sure. Now leave before I change my mind.”

He put his hands up in mock surrender “Ok, ok I’m leaving. Night Y/N”

“Night Geordi.” you relaxed into the seat as the door closed behind him. You were glad this man had come into your life, he really was a true friend. 

Tag List: (open)

Geordi:

All Star Trek: @morganofthecoves1​ @sophiaescapes @livenerdyandprosper​ @allthetrek​ @deeppandanerdbatty​

[starfleetimagines]

Malcolm Reed - The Way I See You

Pairing: Malcolm x gender neutral reader Requested by user chevyp15 on Wattpad: Malcolm Reed with a pretty chubby s/o that feels insecure? I’m in need of that sweet, sweet british comfort owo Word count: 655 Warnings/notes: Insecure reader Tag list: @thisismysecrethappyplace, @wallows-spring, @sinschesters - If anyone wants to be added to or removed from a tag list, please let me know

You entered the armoury, PADD in hand, and you scanned the room for Malcolm. Once you spotted him scanning a set of phase pistols, you made your way over.

“Hey,” you said as you approached. “Trip wanted me to give you this.” You held out the PADD.

Malcolm smiled softly and took it. “Took him long enough. I’ve been asking for these analyses for days.”

“He told me to tell you he’s sorry they took so long,” you said.

Malcolm huffed in a soft laugh. “Of course he did. Well, thank him for me when you see him.”

You nodded. “How’s it going here?”

“Not bad,” he replied. “Just making sure all of these weapons are working properly.”

“I’ll let you get back to it then.”

“Y/N,” he said as you turned away. “Are we still on for tonight?”

You frowned, but put on a smile when you turned back to him. “I think so, but I may need to work late.”

He nodded, a slight frown pulling at his lips. “All right. Just let me know.”

You nodded and left before he could talk about it anymore.

That evening, you were in your quarters trying to figure out what to wear for your date with Malcolm. With all of your work done, you didn’t have an excuse to cancel. You stared at yourself in the mirror and frowned. You didn’t feel as though your outfit complemented your body. Though, it was rare that you felt complemented by your clothes.

You pulled off your clothes and tried on a different potential outfit. You still felt insecure, but less so than you had in any of the other options. You sighed in frustration and ran a hand through your hair.

Your doorbell rang and you frowned. You went and opened the door, revealing Malcolm standing there with flowers in his hands.

“Is it 1900 already?” you asked.

He nodded, brow furrowing. “If you’re not ready, there’s no rush. The movie doesn’t start until 1930.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I lost track of time. I was trying to figure out what to wear.”

“It’s all right,” he said. “You know I think you look lovely in anything.”

You smiled slightly. “I know.”

“Here,” he said, handing you the flowers. “These are for you.”

Your smile widened. You took them from him. “Thank you, they’re beautiful. Come on in while I find something to put them in.”

Malcolm stepped into your quarters and you searched through things for a vase.

“I see you and your closet had a disagreement,” Malcolm mused, seeing all of the clothes thrown across the room.

You smiled sheepishly. “Just a little.”

“Well, what you have on looks lovely on you,” he said.

You smiled your thanks and went into the bathroom to fill the vase with water. You then placed the vase with the flowers on your desk.

“I mean it, Y/N,” Malcolm said, moving to stand beside you. “I think you look stunning, as always. I wish you could see yourself as I see you.”

You shrugged meekly. “I know. I wish that too. But right now, I just… can’t. Maybe one day.”

He took your hands and looked at you with a gentle gaze. “Until that day comes, I’m here to remind you every day how amazing you look, even if you don’t believe me.”

You smiled, giving his hands a small squeeze. “Thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”

Malcolm kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You leaned up and kissed his lips softly.

Malcolm cupped your face in his hand and smiled. “If you’re ready to go, we should make our way to the messhall. We want to get good seats for the movie.”

You extended a hand towards your door. “After you.”

Malcolm took your hand and led you out.

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[aborderl]

Top 10 de tus users/partners preferidos

estas preguntas me hacen quedar mal si es que se me olvida alguien :( jajaja pero aquí van mis partners favoritos ♡

effy @tentaciion

caro @vnderwatcr

valent  @kattegvat

sheila  @etlabsinthe

simo aunque me tenga tirada como basura @aliicns

mica @navshika

moon @strcwberrv

mar @teen4gedre4mers

sirine @kaizokuous

padd @kidskrcw

en general amo con todos los que roleo, un besito para todes ustedes ♡

[stickykeys633]

Changing thing up a bit @capricornsicle, that other post was becoming unwieldy.

You think you’re on a crusade to expose fandom racism and bias in Teen Wolf, but in doing so, because TW is such a specific beast, you make assumptions and add unnecessary hyperbole to your arguments. 

You’ve assumed and ran with the idea that I’m white (many do, which is strange since my icon is a black woman) and you’ve treated me a certain way because of it. But then in the same breath you’ll say there’s inherent bias against Scott McCall, a character that many people saw as white played by an actor who is white passing. 

There’s also this underlying statement that any majority of people see Scott as Latinx and automatically make it a negative thing which again, isn’t true, specifically not in Teen Wolf. 

I’ve found the antis like to take black racism experiences and try to fit Scott into that category, but even a small thing like colorism makes it so it’s not equitable. 

that’s a general statement about fans and critics alike holding characters of color up to a higher standard than white characters. It’s not everyone, it’s certainly not an attack on anyone, but it happens a lot, across various fandoms. White characters are much more often forgiven for the things they do than characters of color who do the same things.

This doesn’t happen with the frequency you think and in the Teen Wolf fandom when it does happen it is rarely if ever in regards to Scott. Other, more evident characters of color yes.. And the wild examples that the antis present are never equitable. Even when presented with context, they often have to padd it and stretch it to make it seem like some infraction has been done. What it does is seek to absolve Scott of ANY wrong doing, when really there is fault laid at both parties. 

I’ll provide a couple of examples in the moment, but the bottom like is that Stiles/Derek/Peter stans acknowledge their faults and many times love them because of it. On the show Scott was never given the chance to acknowledge his faults, the show refused to admit that he needed to grow and be redeemed of anything. This was a misstep because he became unpalatable, not as a perfect icon, but as someone whose actions didn’t hold relevant consequences. 

The Donovan Incident

Now, I disagree with some key points, but overall I think this is the most important part:

They fought, like teenagers do, especially teenagers who have gone through that kind of trauma, and then, in 5x13, they’re talking outside a gas station, and they talk and get over it,

If everyone could agree that this happened, this would be a much better place. But antis will not chalk up the experience for the contrived nonsense it was and become so enraged when people blame Scott that they can’t let it be and suddenly we’re all racists. 

Which, using racism as a tool to sooth butthurt is not okay and we see it time and time again. They take every seedling and think, “how can I add racism to this so I get my way?” which is pathetic, but also sullies the impact of real racism on the show. 

During this time Tracey was murdered, Mason was non-existent, they killed Noah and Lucas sent Kira to the desert and left her there. But being mad at Scott for intentionally misunderstanding Stiles is what’s racist? This is why antis and SDP Stans constantly bump heads. Everyone has been in a friend group where some new interloper comes in and riles things up. Usually trying to steal someone’s man, but you know there are certain things you do when that happens and Scott made ALL the wrong moves. He knew Stiles didn’t trust Theo and openly disliked him, it should have been an immediate red flag when Theo started in with Stiles violently killing someone in cold blood. Additionally, I would have LOVED if the show made the connection to Scott still being traumatized by Nogi, but again, the show made it seem like Scott was JUST FINE! and again, a disservice was made to his character. 

The point is that a not insignificant number of fans label Scott as a constant bad friend, as someone who’s always a bad influence on Stiles, and that’s really not the case.

People who label him as a constant bad friend use this as ONE example of it. I actually questioned their friendship after Motel California. I remember there were a couple of beats that made it clear they weren’t sandbox buddies, and probably met in the community little league (was it little league or soccer that they met Theo? I forget?). There have been several instances of them not being as close as they claimed. 

If Stiles can be forgiven for throwing lacrosse balls at Scott (which really fucking hurt, speaking from experience) and keying some random loner kids’ car to get him beat up because Lydia kissed him

Just a side note, Stiles was havign his fun, yes, but Scott was completely complicit in these scenes and knew 100% what was going on. Stiles was helping Scott by testing his tolerance and helping him control his heartbeat and yes they did it in bonehead teenage boy ways, but there was nothing malicious or racially motivated about it. Talk about holding characters to different levels. You’ve all made the white characters irredeemable supremacists when nothing in the canon alludes to this. 

a few antis forgive Stiles but condemn Scott. And that’s because of racial bias that makes those particular antis hold Scott to much higher standards than his white friends, which is a nice way of saying it’s racism.

Which again, is wrong in that you have absolutely no way of quantifying this for every viewer. There’s no such thing as special Scott centric racism. If someone is racist, they’re going to show it against anyone not white on the show, and that’s simply a) not the case and b) impossible to determine from the asks of one anon and some misinterpreted fic. 

Liking Scott isn’t pro-POC, no, but it is tied to racial issues in Hollywood, popular media, and fandom. Scott being Latinx (despite the fact it never comes up, he’s played by a Latinx actor and is undoubtedly TV’s favorite “ambiguously brown”) makes him connected to racial issues.

But it doesn’t, because Teen Wolf was specifically created as a world without color so coding Scott as race-neutral meant that audiences had the choice to view him that way and many did. I mean, look at the show, he has two white Italian actors playing his parents, his last name is McCall and his mother’s maiden name was Delgado which could mean anything. Jeff had a habit of casting white women with Latinx last names they got from a gracious step-father, it’s not a leap to say this was true of Melissa. This is why I refuse to give the show any representation points. Diversity sure, they’re there, but they’re not well represented and again, this neither starts nor ends with Scott McCall. 

Liking Scott is something that a lot of viewers of color end up doing

Again, not entirely true. Liking Boyd? Yes. Deaton, Morrell, Kira? Yes. Scott? Sure... the response to Scott from Latinx fans was varied in interesting ways. Some went up hard for him and while I don’t acknowledge the show’s version of Scott, I write him as half Mexican in every fic. There are some who, like you, were so excited to see someone like themselves and that’s beautiful and awesome. There were also some that started excited but then were like “oh, he’s playing a white boy” which people like to forget was VERY much a thing. There was no reason to think Scott was white and in fact when Jeff received the Alma award, it was for casting Posey and not necessarily having a Latinx character. In the beginning of Teen Wolf he was actually asked if Scott was white (the phrase they used was “All American” which...), And there were still others who hated Scott instantly and thought he was wack and did NOT see themselves in him.

So even within the Latinx community alone there were several opinions. Now spread that out to hundreds of thousands and then millions of viewers. So when you say “Liking Scott is something a lot of VOC end up doing” you’re creating a value based judgement on the idea of liking YOUR version of Scott McCall. 

Which isn’t fair and isn’t correct. 

YOU ended up liking Scott because YOU appreciated the interpretation. No one can take that away from you. But when you cast this net of racism, you’re gonna end up with a lot of things that don’t fit the term and a lot of people mad that they’re caught in your web of racial bias. 

if it’s the burden of POC to fight for representation tooth and nail, then that’s the fight I’ll be fighting.

Part of it is that sometimes I worry that if I don’t post about them, if I don’t post gifs of them and talk about them and make them be part of the teen wolf tag on this site, no one else is going to.

We talked about this with your first post. Generally I’m sympathetic, but I do take issue with your methods. Yes, I’ve seen those gif tax posts and I love the concept, but... tax is something you pay in the exchange for something that you want. I don’t see POC characters as tax and I get it’s just a clever way to name what you’re doing, but I think it makes it so negative when celebrating the POC characters should be an enjoyable and inclusive thing. 

If you feel alone, it’s because you haven’t reached out to anyone. I know a lot of creators who make content for characters of color, The problem is that when you accuse people of focusing on white characters in a show FULL of white characters and cover them with a blanket of systemic bias, you’re alienating a lot of people who don’t want the drama. 

Someone just released some ao3 stats of POC characters in Sterek fics verses TW fics as a whole and Kira was sadly underrepresented, showing up in just under 45% of fics. My answer to that isn’t to scream at Stereks about how racist they are against Asians. Instead, I wanna have a Kira appreciation event, but until I can, I make sure to write Kira into my fics because I love her. I repost gifsets with her in them, I comment and seek out people who create for her and support them and if you approach some creators, the’re happy to be amenable. I’ve left comments on fics asking for a certain character and sometimes they rightfully say no, but sometimes it’s not a problem and the change is awesome. 

I feel like the bulk of antis have an idea in their mind and don’t give anyone else a freaking chance. And then, when anything negative is said about Scott, they go awf like SEE!!?!> RACISM!!!!!! when it’s honestly not the case. The anon doesn’t represent even the minority of the majority of stereks. Tumblr doesn’t, ao3 doesn’t, twitter doesn’t. That’s why it’s so much less stressful to find out ways to insert diversity and representation rather than browbeating others to do it out of shame.  

There’s this perceived bias that worms it’s way in that simply doesn’t exist at the levels you think it does. Because not only are you assuming that people dislike the characters of color because of their color, but also that they harbor negative feelings.

But, as we’ve learned from K-pop fans, it seems white people are much more willing to enjoy and put out East Asian representation than representation of people darker than them

Kira was undoubtedly brought in to bring a more Asian audience, but again, racism isn’t a pick and choose kind of thing. People who hated Kira and love Scott do not see Scott as Latinx. And Kira has more posts by a small margin mostly because she was there and she had a family and large ties to the plot. Not because kids loves k-pop (which wasn’t even that big during her run). 

And THIS:

Boyd is stereotyped as the big, buff Black guy who’s aggressive and athletic (but almost never seen as the brains of the group, despite his intelligence,xxx and comes from a poor background and answers to an assertive white man without question

Boyd was specifically not stereotypes as aggressive and athletic, and in all fanfic is usually the one who reasons and is most level headed. He came from a poor background, but so did Isaac, and he questioned Derek and Scott. This is what I mean, while I agree that it’s your interpretation, you can’t say it’s a universal interpretation and then judge others because of it. 

The only time I care is when people specifically dislike Scott because of perceived affronts to Stiles and/or Derek, and I say “perceived” because I refer specifically to ones those specific anons and antis take completely out of context, blow out of proportion, or just make up.

Lol, again, your perception, because I can give you several canon based reasons to be upset with Scott, but of course you’ll find a way, no matter how tangential to twist it, because he’s your fave and canon is a mess. This is the freaking point. Let people have their stories. It’s not hurting you if you also add in yours. 

I do not believe it is possible for a 16-year-old to consent to a romantic and/or sexual relationship with a 24/25-year-old, but this post isn’t about that

Please don’t believe that you’re the first person to try this argument because you’re not and also Derek was at most 23 when Stiles was 17 (and to make it more interesting he was 19 in the original unaired pilot, but they aged him up so Kate wouldn’t be full on statutory rape, good times!)

https://stickylovessterek.tumblr.com/post/151831687742/sterek-is-not-pedophilia

Now you might not like it, and that’s totally fine and valid. But age has no basis in their relationship. I’m more interested in power dynamics, which is why I didn’t like Aria/Fitz on PLL or Marrish (which I could have been on board for, but this show is trash). 

with perhaps me as Stiles, you as Scott, and the anon playing Theo during his villain phase circa season 5, trying to turn two people against each other over a larger ethics debate

Well, no, clearly I’m the Stiles since I’m right (i kid, I kid), but honestly, you’re the one putting the anon in this. I’ve been ignoring their hyperbole and we’ve been telling the antis to pick and choose and be discerning with their posts. That has nothing to do with me. If we’re Scott and Stiles then it’s one of us talking and the other not listening and doing theings they’re own way and the fact that both of us have different ideas as to which is which is really part of the fun. 

But it’s not racism.