#went in and changed up some pronouns in the write up cause addy was not a 'fuck human gender' kinda doll when i wrote it xD

[vivanightcity]

Name: Adiel Miller

Age: 27

Gender: None, they barely align with ‘human’ fuck having a gender. 

Pronouns: Any and all, with a personal love for ‘it/its’, a sort of reclamation of the dehumanizing language it was raised with. (Practically, you can mix and match, or just pick one and use it, it’s all good)

Lifepath: Streetkid 

Occupation: Doll at a dollhouse that works with a number of corpo hotels and short term rental style hotels in Downtown. Can be found in a number of BDs still knocking about though. 

Cyberware: Doll chip, prototype long term behavioral chip, scratchers and big knucks (reinforced nails and knuckles that are concealable and look like standard human parts) 

Sexuality: People hot. That’s about it. 

Born and raised in NYC. Their parents worked themselves to the bone to get by and take care of him, but it was always a struggle. Maybe the city wasn’t as bad as Night City is now, but it was still a far cry from safe or easy. When it was around 15, and already getting into trouble and running around acting like he had a damn clue, Arasaka (subject to change what corp, I just thought it tied in with their vibe) started contacting parents of minors with records. Offering them an opportunity. A bright future and a new start for their son, get them out of trouble and away from bad influences before things get worse. All it took was signing away its bodily autonomy and they got a good payout and one less mouth to feed. 

They were testing out some more long term behavioral chips targeted at wealthy families, a hopefully safer and more useful version of what was already in use in juvenile correction facilities. A fully customizable range, as much or as little control as wanted across a host of 'problem' behaviors. Even focused on pushing manners and etiquette. It could dissuade kids from indulging, make them obey their parents without question, or just give them a ‘helping hand’ in sitting still and focusing on school. A replacement for conversion therapy, fat camps and drugs, all in one easy package that could be installed when your kid went in for routine work. They never needed to know! But of course that sort of work needed thorough testing before going to market with people who could afford it, and having empirical proof of its efficacy was always good for marketing. 'This wonderful neuralware could make even the worst kids act like a child you'd be happy to have next to you at for press conferences and family dinners'.

A controlled environment, classes to show the improvement rate of those with the chip and those without. Little corrections to strength of influence, fine tuning and fixing it up as they went. So what if some other kids never came back from the surgery room? Price of progress. They’d do big demonstrations pretty frequently, every few months, showing off test scores, video comparisons of posture, attitude, vocabulary use, antisocial behaviors etc. etc. Then the suits visiting would get a chance to interact. To test the parameters themselves, screaming abuse or even pushing whatever sorry sack was chosen for the demo around, proving that these kids - most of which, like Adiel, had some history of violence - would never argue back to those they were told to obey. 

Few short years later, Adiel was around 18, everything seemed golden. Working as intended. Even kids they took the chips out of, or turned them off in the case of some earlier models which couldn’t be safely removed, didn’t seem to be suffering the same level of addiction and withdrawal as seen in traditional behavioral chips on the market. There wasn’t NONE, but it was a manageable amount comparatively. At that point, they turfed everyone out, loosed unto a world they’d been isolated from for a few years, and in the case of a fair number of them, stuck with various degrees of control still implanted in them. ‘A reward for their help’. Saying it would help them stay on the straight and narrow, when really, in the world around them, it just set them up to be manipulated and controlled.

They put protections on the hardware, and the software was heavily encoded. No one Adiel has gone to for help has been able to safely remove it, and the rumor was that someone who tried triggered some sort of anti piracy/corpo espionage failsafes and them and the ripperdoc ended up mulch. Even after it entered the market during Arasaka’s big push in the early 2070s to get back in with the NUSA and free states money, it took money to access the kind of docs who had it on the shelves, and even when he scraped together enough it turned out what they had going was different enough from the market release that it was still a risk. 

So it’s still there. Nearly ten years and a cross country relocation later. Despite everything it went through because of Arasaka, they are the reason he moved to NC. When the city became the international hub it was, and Arasaka’s new north american headquarters, Adiel figured it was their best chance. Get back on their radar, get a foot in that door, and get the damned thing removed or turned off so they could get back to some semblance of a normal life where they doesn’t have to avoid everyone in white coats, expensive suits, or decked out in arasaka combat armor. Eventually, Addy was able to get hired. Went in for a physical and for them to check its doll chip and make sure he didn’t have any sort of spyware installed, made the mistake of telling the doc checking it over what was up, and got sent away with the promise they’ll look into it… Only he woke up the next day to a termination message. No more arasaka job, no more answers, no more way in. 

And that leads us to here. Burnt out from working non stop to get to NC and then get in with Arasaka, only for it to fall apart. Found working as a doll and sticking to hobbies far away from armed guards, docs and corpos, was the best way to control when he was near people who could fuck with him. Then the fancy suits were already paying for their time, and they didn’t have to remember doing what they said. 

One of the only good things that came out of his time with Arasaka was the opening of doors and access to education and the time to explore. Where it grew up there weren’t any stars visible. Even outside of the city the most you could see were satellites that were near enough to shine through light pollution. Getting to see stars, not only as they used to be, but through flicks and even BDs from orbit. To feel so small was freeing. Getting there is something it longs to do. 

Any sort of hobby or task that can be repeated methodically, over and over, to practice and perfect, is the kind of thing Adiel leans into. Repetition, focusing so completely onto the task over and over, helps to calm it down, to think things through. Worryingly, he’s not sure if this was always the case, or if it’s yet another side effect. One that can have it so completely wrapped up in a drill that they don't stop to rest or eat or anything until made to. Shifting that focus sucks, and getting pulled out of it can be jarring and stressful. 

A side effect of the behavioral chip is a sort of mirroring. His posture, inflection, language use, it seems to shift and alter depending on who it’s talking to. Reacting to the people around it to fit in. Well. He thinks it’s a side effect, it could also just be a survival method because of how he grew up. 

[jae-bummer]

Positive

Request: Hey I really love your writing :) so I was wondering if you could possibly do number 3 for Brian (Day6) <3 thank youu

3) “I’d be a terrible person if I let you do something stupid alone.” 

Prompt list can be found here! 

Member: Day6′s Young K x Y/N

Type: Fluff

You had been asleep for what had to have been four hours when your cell phone began to ring. In a strange median between sleep and awake, your hand fumbled in the darkness, uncertain of what it was really searching for, but knowing you needed to stop the noise blasting from the darkness. You let out a whine as your eyes attempted to adjust, but were only met with the bright light of your screen. 

“Why?” you croaked, glancing at the time on the clock beside your bed. “Why would someone do this to me?” 

The digital, red numbers clearly stated it was somewhere around 2 am. 

“Someone better be dead or critically injured,” you rasped into the phone as you slid the bar at the bottom to answer. You hadn’t even realized who you were answering, but it didn’t take long to figure out. 

“Be still my heart,” your boyfriend gasped, his face filling your screen. “For I’ve never seen true beauty til this night.” 

You squinted at the screen, noting your disheveled hair in the small camera facing you. You couldn’t even see your eyes as they were still offended by the light shining toward you, and there was a small line of drool still trailing from the corner of your mouth. 

“I don’t know about beauty,” you hissed. “But you’re about to see a whole lot of angry if this isn’t an urgent situation. And I’m not talking about the urgency like two weeks ago when Wonpil got stuck in the washing machine. And no, I’d still rather not know the details, so don’t bother offering them.” 

“This is urgent,” Brian hummed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Like a three-alarm fire.” 

“Younghyun,” you groaned, using his name as a complaint rather than a pronoun. “This better be good.” 

“Get dressed,” he nodded. “Meet me downstairs, okay?” 

“Are you serious?” you grunted. “I really hope you aren’t.”

“Jagi,” Brian whined. “Don’t you looooove me?”

“Love has nothing to do with me getting out of bed right now,” you argued. “You have a key. If something is so important, come upstairs.” 

“While I love the idea of joining you in bed,” he giggled. “I really need you dressed and downstairs.”

“I shouldn’t have answered,” you gasped. “I should have turned my phone on silent and rolled over.” 

“Your words hurt me,” Brian pouted. 

“My fists will hurt you once I’m downstairs,” you grumbled. “This better be good, Brian.”

You hung up the phone and let out another groan. You couldn’t believe that he had called so late in the evening, or so early in the morning, you weren’t sure what to qualify the time as. As an idol, Brian often forgot that other people lived fairly normal lifestyles and worked in the confines of typical 9 to 5 days. In general, you tried to be in bed by 10 pm and awake again by 7 am. Often times, Brian was awake and working during those hours. 

You slid across your mattress and shivered as your bare feet hit the floor. You stumbled as you attempted to slide your feet into your slippers and waddle across the room. Pulling on a pair of jeans you had abandoned on the floor only hours before, you grabbed one of the sweatshirts Brian had last left in your apartment and tugged it on. You ran your fingers through your tangled hair and sighed. If it was so important, this would have to do. 

You exchanged your slippers for a pair of sneakers at the door and began your painful descent down the stairs. Your legs still begged to be asleep, so as each knee braced for impact, your body internally screamed. After a few minutes, you finally managed to make it down the last flight and saw Brian smiling on the sidewalk. 

“Jagi, I-” 

“What is it? Are you sick? Is Jae sick? Oh no, did you all lose Dowoon again?” you muttered, your eyes searching his face. “Why are you here? What is the emergency?” 

“The emergency is,” Brian sighed, taking a small step toward you. “I haven’t seen you face to face in days. And I missed being able to look into your eyes and-”

“BRIAN KANG SO HELP ME,” you nearly screeched, pushing angrily at his chest only to have him grasp onto your wrists gently, but sternly.

“It was an emergency jagi,” he cooed softly, pulling you to him again, his face only inches from yours. “I thought my heart would stop.” 

“You don’t get to make me mad, and then be cute,” you muttered, your eyes incapable of leaving his lips. You thought if you were to look away, your own heart would surely stop as well. 

“I’m not cute,” he smirked. “That’s your job in this relationship. You have enough cute for the both of us.” 

With his simple words, he closed the distance between the two of you and placed his lips softly to yours. He let out a small chuckle, incapable of keeping his joy to himself as he kissed you again, repeatedly pausing to let a smile find his lips. You adored that about Brian. When he kissed you, there was always a grin hiding somewhere along his mouth. Kissing someone while they were smiling was the most breathtaking feeling, especially if that someone was Brian. 

His large hands reached up, not only cupping your jaw, but also locking you in place. You let out a light groan as you accepted your defeat. Now that your wrists were free, you allowed yourself to tangle your arms around his neck and lean into his kiss. Noting his victory, he kissed you more passionately than before, sending small licks and bites toward your bottom lip until he began to giggle again. 

“What,” you muttered, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly. 

“I’m not in trouble,” he chuckled, kissing you again. You felt his hand slide down your back and pat your butt lightly as he smiled. 

You pulled away from him, but he kept you tight in his arms. “I still don’t understand why I had to get out of bed.”

“Simple,” he nodded. “You’re coming to get food with me.”

“It’s two am,” you croaked, searching his face again. “What is even open at two am?” 

“Surprisingly, more than you think,” he smiled. “I know it’s stupid to go wandering the streets of Seoul at night...but-”

“I’d be a terrible person if I let you do something stupid alone,” you chimed, rolling your eyes at the familiar phrase Brian was constantly throwing your way. 

“Okay, so maybe when I said more things would be open at 2 am...I was being liberal with my phrasing,” Brian winced. You both stood outside of the 7/11, the only building in a five mile radius that actually served anything hot at this hour of night. You stared up at the neon and flashing advertisements and sighed. 

“Sure, there are plenty of things open,” you grumbled. “Night clubs and bars.” 

“I could get my dance on,” he winked, elbowing you softly. 

“For your sake, I’m going to assume your joking,” you muttered. You looped your pinkie in his and tugged him toward the entrance of the store.

 “Can I interest you in some Soju?” Brian grinned, motioning to the small, but impressive arrangement of alcohol facing you as soon as you entered the store. “Perhaps a sip of Jack Daniels?” 

“Is that the goal here?” you asked, lifting your brows. “Get me liquored up so you can have your way with me?” 

Brian grinned, biting his lip as he leaned toward your ear. “I don’t need you liquored up to do that, baby girl.”

“Listen here, Kang,” you spluttered, feeling a fire light in your stomach. “I have no idea what has gotten into you, but if you think it’s okay to just-”

Brian remained tilted toward you, cutting off your words with a quick kiss directly beneath your ear. “I just missed you is all.” 

You let out another groan and stomped your foot as if you were a small child, causing the shop owner to shoot a weary glance in your direction. 

“Why are you like this?” you whispered. 

“You like it,” he grinned, placing his fingers between yours again. 

“I don’t know who lied to you,” you muttered. “But your cuteness is pretty inconvenient.”

“You can claim you don’t like it all you want,” he teased. “I know the truth in your heart - Ooo! Butter-grilled squid!” 

“The constant poet,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. Brian surged forward and began flipping through an array of dried fish and squid. You pulled your hand from his and found yourself wandering toward the ramen and tteokbokki. After making your selections, you were met at the front of the store by a patient Brian who held an armful of snacks. 

“Do you think you have enough yogurt?” you grinned, noticing the dozen or so bottles of liquid in his arms. “That’ll last you until your thirty at least.” 

“Eh, I’m thinking closer to 24,” he smiled. “I’m bringing some back for the members.” 

You scrunched your brows, only releasing them once you noticed Brian’s face change as well. He went from a smiling puppy to concerned mother in a matter of moments. “What’s wrong?” he hummed. 

“I just...I kind of thought you would come upstairs when we got back to my apartment,” you whispered, looking down to the floor. You knew it was silly to pout over something so small, but you had honestly hoped for an evening of cuddling once Brian’s escapades had ended for the night. 

Yes, cuddles were what you wanted. 

Well...mostly. 

He lifted his brows, realization crossing his handsome face. “Oh...OH.” 

You had to hold in your cackle as Brian darted across the 7/11 with lightning speed. He placed all but two yogurts back into the refrigerated case and sprinted back to you. “Right. Back to your place. Totally cool with that plan.” 

“I mean, if you’re too tired, I completely understand,” you sighed, trying to hide the smile on your face. “You can deliver the yogurt to your members and go to bed.” 

“Oh no, I’m completely awake,” he nodded. “So awake. Like fifty shades of awake.”

You let a giggle escape your lips and shuffled toward the counter, setting your items down beside his. “Are you sure? You can always come over another night?” 

“That won’t be necessary,” he nodded. “I mean, yes, I would like to come over another night...but like in addition to coming over tonight.” 

“Well, if your positive,” you hummed, glancing up at him through your lashes. 

You watched as his breath caught and his cheeks began to turn red. “I have never been more positive about anything in the entirety of my existence.” 

[ruined-rp]

Hello Addie and welcome to New Orleans, the city of The Damned. Thank you so much for applying, you have been successful for the role of Hayley Labonair. Welcome to the family, but for now it’s time to get down to business…

Head on over to the New Member Checklist, careful not to go down any dark alleys, it’s not safe here.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Addie

Pronouns: Anything of the feminine variety (she/her, etc)

Age: 21

Timezone/Country: EST

Triggers: N/A

Activity Level: 8 – I’m around nearly every day for at least one round of replies. However, I do have things like work and school that might mean I cannot be on every single day. However, I do normally have a pretty quick turn around and am always lurking on discord for plotting.

How Did You Hear About Us: I heard through a friend! The plot and intricate weaving of the shows are what made me decide to throw my hat into the ring. I have a special place in my heart for these three shows, and I’ve never quite seen them woven together in such a manner. I think it offers an opportunity to find grounds in canon but also gives the opportunity for interpretation and divergence, which I love.

Anything Else?: Excited to see how this roleplay unfolds!

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Desired Character: Hayley Labonair, queen of the wolves and my heart.

Why This Character?: In response to this specific rp, I want to play Hayley because I think her character has a lot of room to grow. In the actual show(s), she had connections that helped her grow and realize who she was. Here, she’s been thrown quite literally to the wolves, and she’s got no earthly clue what she’s doing. She has no one looking out for her, aside from Derek. I want to go through all the character building that needs to be done to make her into an alpha that’s worthy of leading the pack on her own accord. I want to expand her ability to let others in as her tumultuous life has left her rather incapable of developing and committing to relationships of any type. Hayley needs to learn that people aren’t always the enemy, and that no matter how it’s been in the past, she’s not invincible and immune to failure. I think it’ll be rewarding to help with the transition from a loner into an alpha that isn’t in power because of her namesake, but because she’s capable and able to lead the pack to a better tomorrow. In general, Hayley has always been my favorite muse to write. If you will, she’s likeable to a first language for me. I learned to play her through multiple scenarios until doing so was as natural as speaking. I feel that I have a grasp on who she is and her mannerisms because I’ve spent so long working at it. I’ve always loved her as a character, and I don’t doubt that I’ll ever stop having a soft spot in my heart for her.

Any FC Changes? No, Phoebe is an utter goddess.

Ships/Anti-ships: I’ve played out Hayley with a variety of significant others (Jackson, Elijah, Klaus, Tyler, and Derek to be exact.) Though, aside from an attraction to males, I have no firm headcanons when it comes to ships. I find that I ship based on chemistry that occurs in the writing rather than theory originating from the shows or elsewhere. I need to write against the other character and examine how my muse reacts to them before committing to a ship fully.

Headcanons: 1. Hayley’s not done digging for information on her parents. While she’s procured more information than she ever has, the wolf wants more. Hayley wants to know who they were, how they met, and just the little intricacies of their lives. Maybe it’s for her own closure or maybe just curiosity, but Hayley’s created so many scenarios of who they were and what paths had brought them to each other in her head. She wants to know everything she can because it’s the closest she’ll ever get to having them in her life. Hayley keeps this desire to herself. She knows that it isn’t outlandish to think that someone would understand why she needs this closure, but Hayley never has been good at extending her trust to anyone other than herself. 2. Hayley’s fairly handy with construction and carpentry. It’s an odd talent she truly has no use for, but she’s always been good at repairs and woodwork. When she’s stressed or angered, there’s a good chance she’ll end up doing some DIY remodeling on her cabin. Her cabin was also the first place she really utilized her abilities. The cabin already existed, but when Hayley came to the Bayou, it was uninhabitable. Weeks of work went into the refurbishing, but Hayley has successfully created a quaint and likeable home for herself. Overall, it could be said that Hayley reverts to this habit of carpentry because she needs control. Her life has been unpredictable and left her with a complex. Carpentry is solely in her hands. Every move is her choice, every mistake is her own, and most importantly, every outcome is of her choosing. 3. Hayley is claustrophobic. Hayley can’t quite place where this fear arose from. Her realization of it came after her first turn as a wolf. In preparing for her second moon, Hayley found an abandoned cellar and tried to lock herself inside to prevent anyone else from getting hurt. However, the dark, cramped space triggered more than just her curse that night. Hayley had a panic attack and did a fair amount of damage to her hands trying to get out of the cellar she’d put herself in. Ever since, she’s been extremely wary of any place that is either cramped or doesn’t have a clear exit. This fear likely arises partly from her wolf side. Freedom and the ability to roam are in her blood, and reasonably, that ability being taken away from her would cause agitation. On the other hand, it could be attributed to Hayley’s commitment to survival. She’s spent so long fending for herself that being trapped or unable to save herself sets off a fair amount of alarm bells in her head.

Please Provide At Least One: I’m submitting this on my mock blog! The blog contains what I would like to call a character study. I’ve created a playlist and an aesthetic for Hayley here. I’ve also included a few reblogs that I feel summarize my take on who she is as a character and expand on her traits and personality. All of the things mentioned above can be viewed on the blog itself or can be found in the about link! - Moodboard/Aesthetic - Playlist - Mock Blog

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE:

How Does Your Character Feel About The Peace Treaty?: Hayley accepts the peace treaty, but her own predispositions make her extremely wary of it. To her, it’s the kind of thing that sounds great in theory but turns to shit when put into practice. Hayley knows that peace is a fickle beast, and as soon as someone feels threatened, it’ll go right out the window. So, while she works to uphold the treaty as a member for the faction, you can bet your ass she has a contingency plan lined up. Hayley doesn’t want to fight, but she’ll be damned if she or her pack suffer because she was too confident in a piece of parchment.

Slice of Life:Hayley spends most of her time in the Bayou. She has a decent sized cabin to call her own, but the girl prefers to be outdoors, even if it is just on the porch. Hayley’s not the type to sleep in, and as a result, she’s normally up early in the day. Hayley goes for a morning run and comes home an hour or so later to shower. After that, she’ll grab breakfast and eat it out on the porch and watch as the rest of the world comes to life. Later, she’ll walk around their community and chat with a few other wolves and see what’s going on for the day. If there’s nothing that needs her attention, Hayley will venture into the Quarter to see what she can see. Whether it’s hanging out at Rousseau’s or down where the witch community congregates, the wolf likes observing. It’s not quite surveillance, but it helps to stay in the know—especially because news doesn’t exactly spread to the Bayou at god-speed. When she’s satisfied with that, she may seek out Derek and ask him to help her train. It also her hope that if she’s with him when dinner time circles around, he’ll cook a portion up for her as well. Seeing as her ability to cook stretches to about boiling water, if she doesn’t have dinner with Derek, she’ll likely pick up something to eat. Her night after her meal typically winds down with a couple of beers and a fire. Hayley doesn’t mind if this time is spent alone or with others, but it gives her a chance to unwind and settle her thoughts before she heads off to sleep.

What is Your Character’s Greatest Fear? How Does This Affect Your Character?: Hayley’s biggest fear is commitment. This isn’t specific to any singular area of her life. The wolf has issues sticking to any one home, friendship, or relationship. This fear stems from her childhood. Being bounced around a system that could care less about her shaped her into a person who learned to anticipate and expect change. Hayley is incapable of trusting that anything good with last forever and will often self-destruct whatever it is before it gets the chance to hurt her. In her mind, settling down is pointless because it will either be taken away from her or scar her even more.

SAMPLE: Removed for Privacy

[lifeinwonderland101]

Story Time Tag

-I was tagged by @monstermunch321 

(I’m going to redo this as its so old)

Rules: Once you have been tagged, you’re supposed to write a post with 82 truths and then tag who you would like to do it.

Most recent:

Drink: Non-alcoholic: Glass of Milk, Alcoholic: I think a Miller

Phone call:My friend to wish him a happy fathers day

Text: from me: asking someone how to get their TV to work, To me: My dads girlfriend telling me he forgot his phone

Song you listened to: Summer Nights- Grease

Time you cried: Two days ago

Have you ever:

Dated somebody twice: Never

Been cheated on: Still not sure

Kissed somebody and regretted it: No

Lost somebody special:My mother, Grandma, and Grandpa

Been depressed: Yes

Been drunk and thrown up: No

In the last year have you:

Made a new friend:A lot I switched school systems and had to start over

Fallen out of love: No

Laughed until you cried: More than ever before as my friends are stupid and do stupid things

Met somebody who changed you: Yes, if i weren’t for my best friend I still would be suicidal

Found out who your true friends are: That’s for sure

Found out somebody was talking about you: yup

Kissed anybody on your Facebook list: we don’t talk about it

Extra:

How many people on your Facebook list do your know IRL: All of them, thats why i don’t use it

Do you have any pets: technically i have two Shetlon Ponies but my aunt takes care of them as i cant

Do you want to change your name?: Some days

What did you do for your last birthday: Went out to dinner

What time did you wake up this morning: I woke up at 5, I didn’t get out of bed till 8

What were you doing last night at midnight:Talking to My GF

Name something you can’t wait for: my f*cking brownies from last year or for my girlfriend to grow the balls to actually kiss me.

What’s getting on your nerves rn: my family and people i trusted talking shit about me where they think I cant find it.

Blood type: Idk

Nickname: bubbles, stevie, stacy, Frank, Whitey, big *ss, Bambi, and Apologetic Pikachu

Relationship status: Taken

Zodiac sign: (Star sign???) Gemini

Pronouns: They/ Them preferably but I’ll still except she/her

Favorite TV show: Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, and Merlin

Long or short hair: long hair down to my waist

Do you have a crush on somebody: still crushing hard on my girlfriend even after she asked me out.

What do you like about yourself: I simultaneously love and hate everything about me but probably my eyes, which are also the thing i hate most

Right or left handed: Right

First surgery: Tonsils

First best friend: Addy or Skylar

First sport you joined: Soccer or cheer leading

First vacation: when i was really young and my mother had just passed my family took me to a resort to keep our minds off it

Right Now:

Eating: just finished Taco Bell

Drinking: still that strawberry Freezie

Listening to: my loud *ss air conditioning system cause i cant hear my music over it

Want:

Kids: Yes

Get Married: Yes

Career: I want to open a small cafe and book store in New York

Which is better?:

Lips or eyes: Eyes

Hugs or kisses: Hugs

Taller or shorter: Talller

Older or younger: Older - but not a lot.

Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

Hook-up or relationship: Relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: I don’t know, i cant decide

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: shhhhh...

Glasses/Contacts: glasses, im still supposed to wear them but i dont

Done it on the first date: No

Do you believe in:

Yourself: not normally

Miracles: i watch to much Hallmark an Disney not too

Love at first site: i hope but most likely not

Heaven: I’d like to say yes.

Kissing on the first date: eh, indifferent

[arielmagicesi]

all-girl trc intro post

the only men who exist in this world are everyone’s terrible dads/tree dads, Jesse Dittley, Glendower, Whelk, and various background characters. obviously like the world is populated with men and women and nonbinary people and whatever but like, for our main cast, ALL WOMEN. maybe some nonbinary women too. like my gf Blue

here’s an intro to all of these women:

Blue Sargent: the original, the one and only, in canon she really is the one and only. she identifies as nonbinary and fluctuates between she/her and they/them pronouns. also she’s explicitly a woman of color. hairstyle ranges from completely shaven to messy bob haircut filled with hair-clips. bi but female-favoring. denim jacket and patches aesthetic. intersectional feminist who feels exhausted and stifled by her shitty school and town. loves her family a lot. makes friends with women and girls for real and has a bunch of Internet friends who yell about, idk, anarchy. she came out as bi and nonbinary pretty young because she was always encouraged to research feminism and shit and so her family was like “yeah cool awesome!”

in regards to magic shit: loves trees and environmentalism; when she finds out she’s a tree-light she’s thrilled and uses it to do forest shit. contacts Neeve at a young age and learns more about her mirror powers and amplifier powers and writes slam poems and makes bad art about the implications of woman as reflector. she was always told that when she kissed her true love, THEY would die- not “he.” this was slightly disappointing but she got through it by doing lots of stuff that she thought would make herself unappealing, like wearing garbage clothes and not doing any makeup or whatever [which was her kind of style anyway]. too bad that appealed exactly to her future gf...

Jane Gansey: a trans girl and lesbian, neither of which was approved of by her WASP family. she got stung by bees at age ten and believed that the woman’s voice she heard telling her she would live because of Glendower was proof that she was fated to find Glendower’s tomb and wake him. She ran away at age twelve and caused a huge stir when she used her bank account to go to England to meet with the professor, Dr. Ramona Malory, who she’d been chatting with online. Malory let Gansey live with her while things were sorted with the Gansey family, who were terrified about the scandal, and finally they came to terms with their daughter being a girl and allowed her to start taking puberty blockers and start transitioning. At fourteen, she left home again to travel the world in search of Glendower and finally made it to Henrietta.

She enrolled in the all-girls school, Aglionby, halfway through freshman year of high school, and used her trademark Gansey charm to make friends. Being a history nerd and well kind of a nerd about everything to do with the humanities, she had an easy time in school. But she dealt with constant panic attacks, anxiety, insomnia, horrible guilt, etc, on her own, until she met her best friend...

Rose Lynch: butch dirt lesbian who had a tough time coming to terms with uh everything. she grew up on a farm with her older sister, Diana, who was always the perfectionist, but Rose was the favorite child. she dreamt her younger sister Madeline when she was three, and always dealt with the ugly repercussions of the powers she inherited from her father Niall. the Lynch children were told to keep everything secret, and Rose especially was taught to repress everything. that came in handy not only with her dreaming powers, but with how she felt about girls. She wasn’t fond of girly stuff, but that was OK, because she lived on a farm, and wore overalls and plaids and messed around in dirt and hay since childhood.

When her father died and her mother fell into a coma and the Lynch sisters were cast out of their home, she fell into a deep depression and started coping by shaving all her hair off, listening to shitty EDM, street racing, and drinking excessively. She also had a self-harm habit. She’d made friends with Jane Gansey a few months before Niall’s death, so she moved into her weird-ass factory house. She and Gansey spent a lot of late nights talking about their feelings, or avoiding their feelings, or yelling at each other, but they loved each other a lot. when their sophomore year started, they were joined by a new girl that Gansey latched on to...

Adele [Addy] Parrish: she grew up in a trailer park, like in the books, and is more or less the same except for what changes by being a girl: like that she faces more sexism, that she’s seen as a disappointment for not being pretty enough, and that certain stuff about abuse/classism she faced was gendered, i don’t think it’s my place to get into what ways because i’m not really an abuse survivor. Anyway she spent all of her life dealing with lots of horrible shit, and coped by burying herself in books and studies and work and telling herself that she could leave this place by merit of her brain.

When she finally managed to get herself into Aglionby, at the start of tenth grade, she joined a lot of student clubs for stuff to put on her college applications, and met Gansey through them. She was pretty in awe of Gansey and fell a little in love with her, intrigued by the Glendower project, and willing to put up with shit from Rose if it meant being friends with Gansey. Much later, she and the others met Blue at Nino’s and Addy tried to invite her over to hang out with them, Gansey messing it up somehow, and then Addy went after her later to apologize and Blue, overly charmed, asked her out. Addy was like, “oh, uh... wait, you can do that, to another girl,” and Blue was like, “yeah sure [but I can’t kiss you but I’m not gonna tell you that because needless conflict]” and Addy was like, “oh. nice. good.”

Anyway the point is both Addy and Blue are bi and sort of awkwardly work it out together and then the relationship develops a lot of issues, similarly to in the books, and they break up, just in time for Cabeswater to unleash magic-forest hell on poor Addy who was just trying to make connections at Gansey’s fancy Washington party. also if it isn’t clear she’s clearly my favorite

Noa Czerny: always a weird, genderfluid skater, fond of early pop punk bands and bad 90s trends. and arts & crafts. until they were murdered by asshole “friend” Barrington Whelk, who went to Aglionby’s brother school... idk some other rich-people name... and made friends with Noa at a dance party or something. they would hang out, and Noa had bad self-esteem so they just hung on to Whelk’s every word, and eventually got sacrificed. they came back as a ghost and warned Gansey, in a gentle voice, on the ley line about Glendower when she was ten. then casually hung around Aglionby and Nino’s and sort of made their way into the group via ghost magic, and slipped from time as a final sacrifice. seriously about as sad as the books

Hannah Cheng: raised by Seondeok, she learned to love and hate herself at the same time- both being told of her potential to be amazing, while it was made clear her mother saw her as a tool a lot of the time. She hated the magical artifacts industry from a young age and, shortly after being kidnapped, spent a lot of time holding onto silence and safe spaces as a way to deal. Then she grew into using humor and apathy as a coping mechanism, and became fond of dark jokes and terrible pop culture references balanced chaotically. When Seondeok sent her to Aglionby, she gathered friends pretty quickly through the handful of students of color and kept them through astonishing bursts of kindness and general charisma. She was always comfortable with casually flirting with her girl friends because, well, she was pansexual and didn’t see any reason to hide it, but when she met Jane Gansey, she saw a lot of herself in her- scared and charming and smart and, somewhere in there, a genuine heart reaching for the stars.