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Played rolblox for the first time in months with mah friend. I forgot how fun it is.

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Cast Introduction/WIP Q&A - Knights of the Round Table

I've been tagged in several memes from @mysticstarlightduck and so here's a cast introduction (well, half the cast) for KNIGHT LITE (as we affectionately call it). This is a project that @bottlingsound and I have been leaving in the back pocket since like, 2010. Just recently we suddenly started working on it in earnest and we have having a BLAST.

The memes I'm responding to from Anya are an OC Picrew and the OC Fun Facts! The Picrew can be found here.

This post will also count as an open WIP Q&A Invitation for you to ask us about this project and the characters (even Arthuriana that we don't have listed here, because YES we do have an Arthur and Merlin we just have to find a picrew that does old people). Please ask us about our blorbos and this project!!

Project Summary: (as written by Cara!)

The original roundtable defeats the Nine Witches of Caer Lloyw, nightmare beings of warfare and magic who terrorized and ravaged Britain, unknowing that they had since been cursed. They are doomed to tear themselves and their world apart. This ended the first time with the roundtable turning on itself. They are reborn again and again, and they have spent lifetimes mostly apart, but they are always doomed by their circumstances. Now in 2024, the knights are drawn together again in Los Angeles. The more of them that are together, the more terrible monsters begin appearing. The knights must first discover who is behind the disasters and then break the cycle!

Meet our Knights of the Round Table beneath the cut!

Dakota Avery

Percival

31 | They/Them | Film Tech

Born in Oxnard but moved down to LA with their mom when their parents split at the end of their Sophomore year in HS. Moved in with their grandparents, aunt, and two cousins. 

Met Bridgette in the drama club in their new HS. Wouldn’t exactly say they became instant best friends, but she was the easiest person for them to get along with. 

Loves to surf. Learned when they were very young, and has kept up with it through everything. Over the summer, if they don’t have early set call times, they’ll always make an effort to go out in the mornings for a few hours. 

A huge fan of the Lord of the Ring movies because they are “a masterpiece in filmmaking”. Will watch the extended edition special features constantly, and has movie marathons with Bianca.

Has been told frequently they have a “face that cameras love”, but they got over the desire to be on stage after high school and focused a lot on theater tech through college. They love the production side of things, and making sure others can shine. And also ensure that sets have decent lighting. 

Always has the right ‘fit for the occasion no matter the weather or the vibe. They have gone to several production sales but also just know lots of people in costuming and are always owed a favor by one person or another. 

Will always be stocked up on excellent homemade food after they visit their family, but when left to their own devices, it’s dumplings, dino chicken nuggets, and rice. And kimchi. They also have the local thai and bibimbap places on speed dial. 

Hard kombucha person through and through, though if that’s not available then it’s beer or extremely fruity cocktail. 

Favorite color is chartreuse (they’re mid on the liqueur tho)

Song: "Hungover in the City of Dust" by Autoheart

Bridgette Blum

Kay

28 | She/Her | Disneyland Character Actor / Summer Camp Counselor

Born in Salem, OR and spent her childhood there. When her parents passed away in an accident, she and her sister were taken in by their aunt Imogen. She’s lived in Los Angeles since was 14 and definitely prefers it for her chosen career path.

Originally met Dakota in High School when they were in drama club together. She was definitely not okay after losing her parents, and acting has always been a healthy outlet for her. She enjoys the spotlight.

Also enjoys LARPing. She currently works at Disneyland as a character actor, usually playing either Tinkerbell or Chip, but she takes time to work at a LARP camp in the summer. She loves working and being silly with kids.

Barely got through college, because it just wasn’t for her. She has an Associates degree in Theatre Arts.

Would regularly get into fights in Elementary School, but she got better at not immediately jumping people who bothered her. However, talk shit and get hit. She will absolutely still fight you if you stir the pot.

Taught Bianca how to throw a punch and gave Bianca one of her old IDs. She figures that if Bianca is going to get into any trouble, she might as well be well prepared

Has a stuffed chicken in her car named Sir Robin.

One word: tequila. No further notes.

Favorite color is orange.

Song: "Haunted House" by Sir Babygirl

Logan Carver

Agravain

27 | He/Him | Tech Startup CEO

Originally from the Silicon Valley area where his parents work in the tech industry.

Went to UCLA and majored in Business Economics. He has been into cryptocurrencies since the beginning and continues to brag about his success on the crypto market. He went on to create his own business, a new tech startup. He’s the CEO and the “ideas” guy.

Had studied Mandarin briefly in college and will tell people he can speak it, but he absolutely can’t beyond simple phrases. He also cannot read it.

Likes his steaks well-done and does not like sushi.

Drives a Tesla because it is much better for the environment, but he refuses to use public transport.

Has been dating Gael on and off for 6-7 years. Has occasionally dated other men, but they have been much less willing to stick around for long.

Plays tennis and golf every now and then, but prefers snowboarding over other sports. His parents have a second house in Tahoe where he enjoys going on vacation.

Claims to have several celebrity friends who he’s invited to parties on his yacht.

Will drink anything that gets him shitfaced, but prefers to bring out the top-shelf liquor when he’s trying to impress someone.

Favorite color is black, he thinks he’s really cool for that.

Song: "The Prayer" by Bloc Party

Gael Ingram

Mordred

25 | He/They | Museum Curator

Born in Colorado and spent a lot of his childhood going to different national parks, and fell in love with archeology that way. He wanted to dig up dino bones when he got older! 

Went to UCLA intending to get into paleontology, but took a class on archeology in ancient civilizations and decided to switch his area of focus. Now he wants to dig up old roman streets! Got his Bachelors in history and a masters in archeology and museum studies. 

Loves hiking, camping, and skiing, which he did a lot of at home in Colorado when growing up. Doesn’t have many opportunities in SoCal, though he would always take the opportunity to go to Tahoe with Logan for the sake of being in snow (even if it’s more often snowboarding than skiing).

Currently working at the Getty (more at the Villa) for a year or two before he’s thinking about going back to get a Doctorate. Would love to go work on a dig site, but for now is content with the museum side of things. 

Has been dating Logan off and on for close to 7 years. Has never had any real serious relationships outside of that, often claiming that he’s too busy with school to really give it a go. Resorts mostly to the occasional hookup or a dinner date here and there via apps.

Loves vodka-based drinks/cocktails. When he’s feeling fancy he’ll go for a vodka martini; when he’s feeling the opposite of fancy he’ll knock back some shots. 

Favorite color is dark green

Song: "Second Child, Restless Child" by The Oh Hellos

Joseph Liam Barker

Galahad

22 | He/Him | Paralegal / Studying for LSAT

Alternated between Scotland and France while growing up, though all of his schooling took place in Scotland to make it easier. 

Was made a Prefect his last two years in school; could have made Head Boy but rejected the nomination. Did act as a Deputy Head Boy, though, to help with assemblies and fundraisers, student committees and community projects, etc. 

Speaks fairly fluent French though he is out of practice. People in Scotland think he talks with a French accent, people in France think he has a Scottish accent, people in America just think he’s British. He doesn’t bother to correct them. 

Got a degree in medieval history at University of Edinburgh, much to his mother’s delight, then decided he wanted to go into law, much to his father’s delight. 

He is either the best or worst person to watch any period dramas with. He’s not going to pick on the costuming (too much, he didn’t study historical fashion) but he will absolutely comment on other historical notes. 

Was named Joseph because of Joseph of Arimathea. You can imagine how confused he was when he found out he was Galahad; he wondered for a long time if his mom knew, but she was just being a medievalist and thought it was a good name. Decided to start going by Liam when he was 15 because there were two other Josephs in his school year. 

Loves kids a lot and enjoyed his duties as a Prefect in school that let him interact with all the younger students or kids in the community. He doesn’t know if he would want to be a father, but he’ll at least accept cool uncle duty (which is made harder by not having any siblings of his own).

While he does enjoy a good Scotch, he prefers wine. His mother is horrified by this concept and blames his father/the French. He has signed up to a wine of the month club once moving to LA, though he has yet to go on any winery tours. He has never had a cocktail in his life. 

Favorite colors are gold and dark green

Song: "Tell Me How It Ends" by David Wirsig

Mateo Canul

Lancelot

21 | He/Him | Chicano Studies Major / Disneyland Jungle Cruise Attendant

Is a third generation Mexican American, born and raised as a laidback SoCal jock in the Inland Empire. He enjoys football, soccer, and skateboarding. He had a few hackysacks at one point, but his older brother ended up with most of them.

Middle child of the family with three older siblings and three younger. Half of his wardrobe is hand me downs by choice, having either asked or sneakily taken clothing items from his older siblings. He enjoys to thrift for clothes, but he also loves getting himself a new hoodie or hat every now and then.

Originally decided on UCLA because he wanted to play football for the Bruins. Despite some occasionally bad choices, he’s not a bad student and does maintain a high enough GPA for his scholarship requirements. He hasn’t settled on a future career, but wants to use his degree to support his community somehow.

Is absolutely a member of a fraternity and is a typical frat boy in many ways. He’s charming, outgoing, and someone who will and can make friends with absolutely anyone. Though he doesn’t actually date often, he’s also a notorious flirt.

Raised Catholic, but he stopped going to church as soon as his parents stopped making him.

LOVES telling really lame jokes both as a result of his part time job and a genuine desire to make other people smile. His infectious charm helps him get away with it.

Enjoys swimming and will never turn down a trip to the beach or a lake!

Not picky about drinks, but he really prefers IPAs over other beers. He usually has zero opinion on wine, but does enjoy sangria.

Favorite color is blue.

Song: "C'mon C'mon" by The Von Bondies

Temple Rhee

Gawain

20 | She/Her | Photography Major / Disneyland Photographer

Named after Shirley Temple, her grandmother’s favorite movie star. Her family will always call her Temple, but she prefers Temmy.

Is a second generation Korean American, and undeniably Texan having been born and raised in Sugar Land, Texas. She speaks with a Texan accent, she loves cowboys and barbecue, and she will argue that the Houston Texans are the best football team even when they are losing. She owns several pairs of cowboy boots in different colors.

Was and is decidedly an outgoing horse girl. She never owned a horse, but did take riding lessons when she was young and still tries to go riding whenever she can.

Bounced between Taekwondo and Hapkido lessons from ages 6 to 17, and really loved it. She finally quit to spend more time goofing off with friends during her senior year of high school and just never got back into it.

Did not want to go to college, but was coerced to do so by her parents and friends. She spent two years completing most of her general education courses at a community college before aimlessly settling on photography and transferring to UCLA to complete her degree. She’s not sure what she wants to do with her degree, but she’s happy with her major and her decision to transfer.

Likes taking photos and making really ugly scrapbooks. She has several cameras and has been gravitating toward polaroids more and more for scrapbooking purposes.

Before she knew she was Gawain, she thought she might have been a horse. She had no memories of being Gawain, but remembered things about the other knights, especially Lancelot.

Enjoys really terrible and cheap beer. Booze is booze, she will drink the things you do not want to drink.

Favorite color is green.

Song: "Even In the Dark" by Company of Thieves

Bianca Blum

Guinevere

19 | She/They | Mechanical Engineering Major

Originally born in Salem, OR, but doesn’t really remember it well. Their parents passed away after a bad accident, and she and her sister moved in with their Aunt Imogen when she was very young. She has lived most of her life in Los Angeles. She does think she’d like to move back to Oregon one day out of some sort of romanticized whimsy.

Created her first robot at 9 using a LEGO Mindstorms kit and used it to wake up Bridgette as a prank by having it repeatedly poke her. At 13 she started learning programming to restructure her Mindstorm into more of a nuisance.

Had difficulty choosing a college, but settled on UCLA when her aunt insisted she at least try to stay close to home. She had scholarships at better colleges, and has given more thought to completing her Masters degree at a different school after finishing her Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering. She is on the Dean’s Honor list.

LOVES the lord of the rings and it was the highlight of her LIFE to go see them in theaters with Dakota and Bridgette this year (since she couldn’t when they first came out). Will have marathons with Dakota constantly.

Enjoys science fiction shows and films, especially Star Trek and Doctor Who. Dakota has also supplied them with many sci-fi cult classics to watch. Their favorite Star Trek captain is Janeway.

Is mostly a very responsible young lady, but she also enjoys her fair share of youthful adventures. She’s kept Bridgette’s old IDs so that she doesn’t get left out when her other nerdy college friends decide to go get an occasional drink or two.

Is a cider girl at heart, but she’s always happy with a good cocktail.

Favorite color is coral pink.

Song: "I am not a woman, I'm a god" by Halsey

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amc's iwtv: louis de pointe du lac

fellow travelers: lucy smith, jackson fuller, tim laughlin

ocs:

x || 35 || homosexual / demisexual || the man with the computer || x is a mysterious hacker whose identity has been wiped by him, leaving nothing to know about him besides the enigmatic name he goes by and the fact that he's a hacker. where he came from and what he did in his past is known only by him and is something he'll never disclose to anyone. unable to trust anyone enough to open himself up for love or close connections, he only works for ceo businessman, cillian. the two of them are only partners in crime despite his feelings for the older man that he chooses to keep to himself while focusing only on work that he gets from those he chooses to seek out. not wanting to give his heart away and have it be something he begins to regret. || fc: ben whishaw

dr. robert 'bobby' martin || 40 || homosexual || the compassionate doctor || bobby always had an interest in wanting to help others since he was a young boy which only grew as he got older, making him want to study medicine after completing high school. this was only heightened when his younger brother, elliot, ended up getting sick with leukemia. given how it was stage three and elliot was young, he had no chance of surviving. he was only thirteen when he died and bobby was about to graduate high school.

moving on from the loss in the best way he could, bobby went about making his dreams a reality by deciding to become a family physician who could help children, hopefully better than he tried to help his brother. everything was good for the next few years as he went away to college, but then his parents were killed in a car crash which left the college student as the only remaining member of his family left. with the news bringing his studies to a stop, he dropped out of college and took up drinking instead while living in his old family home.

it was after a car crash that nearly took his life that nearly took his life that got bobby back on track when realizing that he wasn't quite ready to die yet. he took the time in recovery to get his life back together and finish college, albeit he struggled for a bit with limited mobility thanks to his accident. nevertheless, he didn't let it stop him and he eventually became a doctor who specialized in helping children at the local hospital. the same one where the doctors all did their best to try and help bobby's family when they needed help the most. || fc: ben whishaw

issac thompson || 30 || trans masc / pansexual || the vampire writer || unbeknownst to him while growing up, issac grew up as the son of highly profiled politician, richard thompson. a man who was known more for his political views rather than his abusive nature that his various children would endure in different ways. issac was no exception to this and it was perhaps made worse due to him being trans which caused him to become little more than a thing to the man who was really his grandfather.

his mother, skylar, was in fact a sibling to who issac thought were his brothers and sister. the reason for him not growing up with his mother was the fact that skylar had him out of wedlock and richard, not wanting to face a scandal, took issac in while forbidding skylar to stay with him, instead sending him away which resulted in her being turned into a vampire and eventually being put on trial where she was meant to die, but only lost her sight due to exposure to the sun. as for issac, he finally escaped the abuse and found a place to call home while finding a passion for writing about vampires and working at a bookstore. not knowing the whole time that he had more of a connection with them than he thought. || fc: ben whishaw

draco laurent || age unknown / turned at 25 || bisexual || the fragmented vampire || born during the early 1800s as the older brother to a younger sister, draco was always given responsibilities that he was meant to uphold while helping around the home. it was a simple enough life for the middle-class boy who wanted his own life outside of his new orleans home. while he adored spending time with his younger sister, eloise, draco was always independent which really became evident in his teen years when he got involved in things around the city where he began to make a name for himself and soon grew popular while he worked to make his own future that would involve somehow leaving new orleans to travel the world.

then he met tobias whose mysterious nature lured the young man in, making him think he was safe with the other which would eventually turn out to be false. it was as he got closer to tobias that he met the man's wife, megan whom he started a secret affair with after it was clear that the relationship she and tobias had was nothing but abusive and there was no love. even if he knew it was a bad thing to do, draco grew to love megan and it was when they decided to run away that they had a baby who unfortunately did not survive to childhood. they never got the chance to runaway and instead they were caught and draco was punished for what he did by getting turned into a vampire by the very man he thought he could trust.

things only seemed to grow worse when turned and though he tried to stay on his sire's good side, the love he thought was there began to fizzle out and even more so when he was forced to kill megan, though he was able to bring her back by turning her despite being far too young in his fledgling years to do so. it was doing this that further tarnished his and tobias' relationship until the day when he killed the man which set him free from his sire's torment. years and centuries would pass with many more hardships and conflict along the way, mixed in with broken memories that leave his past a mystery that he still tries to solve to this day. || fc: thomas dohetry

emanuel 'manny' kingsley || 25 - 50 || homosexual || the political assistant || coming from a humble childhood with his adopted parents who gave manny a family when his parents died before he had a chance to fully remember them, the young boy learned life lessons that made him the perfect candidate for the assistant of a politician with whom he had a good bond and made the closeted manny start to question his sexuality without properly being able to explore it. regardless of this he kept wanting to find love and at the same time, make a better future for himself that might help him to achieve more than he had which wasn't very much.

it was as he started working for antown that he grew curious about the world of politics which only made him want to pursue something greater. this only led to him getting more than he bargained for which ended up tarnishing his reputation and he had no choice but to leave something he knew so well, thus living a quieter life that took him from washington to a quiet town in maryland. somewhere he felt more at peace while finding a new path for himself.

something that only worked for so long before he was diagnosed with stage three leukemia. taking away any dreams he had for the future, manny put his life on hold while focusing on his treatments that eventually led to him being cancer free. though even with his time spent going back to life again, he was once again sick years later and it was this new illness that told him he couldn't just put life on hold since there was no guarantee that he'd get better or have another chance to beat something that was only slowly killing him a little each day. || fc: jonathan bailey

margot spencer || age unknown / turned at 30 || pansexual || the performer vampire || margot is one of various members of aiden's coven who was found like so many others who work at soif de sang, though margot's job is different than the others. her love for playing the violin made her the perfect entertainer at the bar where she'd play for both vampires and the occasional human who might wander there for a drink and sometimes even a show. her backstory was never disclosed except for hints at a bad turning and history with her sire, but under the guidance of aiden with whom she had a short lived relationship, she's started to heal from her trauma and accept the coven as her family. || fc: lindsey stirling

aiden campbell || 300+ years old || pansexual || the mind reading vampire || aiden is a mysterious vampire whose human life has never been disclosed aside from him being a father to young rosalind with his wife, elizabeth for several years. their quiet life being broken when rosalind was stolen away in the night and aiden's wife suffered with tuberculosis which ended her life and almost took his as well. while she succumbed to the illness, aiden was saved by a man named stefan who lured the younger man in with the promise of love and a happier life than the one he lost.

believing his lies led aiden to being turned and becoming the fledgling to stefan whose love was only a way to get aiden on his good side. centuries of staying by his sire's side finally came to an end when aiden was able to escape the pain he endured at the hands of the older vampire. finding a better life for himself that kept him in the darkness of nighttime while drawing as little attention to himself as possible. not wanting to relive the trauma of his past that is forever etched on his skin with scars. || fc: assad zaman

stefan || age unknown / physically 35 || panesxual || the ancient vampire || while his origin is unknown and lost to the world, stefan once lived in france during the 1800s where he met a young woman with whom he had a daughter, making the child half vampire and it seemed like the charming man had everything going for him as he was considered wealthy and his natural talent for any job he had made it easy for stefan to be successful while hiding the fact that he was a vampire. though when his daughter and wife died, causing stefan to lose any bit of humanity left within him and he became less of a vampire and more of a monster that no longer cared who he killed as he had nothing left to live for.

that was until he met aiden whom he soon fell for and together they started a relationship that seemed to be going well for years, ultimately leading to stefan turning aiden with the promise that they'd have a new life together as lovers. unfortunately this was all manipulation and soon his treatment of his fledgling turned abusive until aiden finally managed to break free. with the old stefan now completely gone, he was free to continue to cause bloodshed wherever he went, reining hell on a world that he long since stopped caring about. || fc: sam reid

leonardo 'lee' turner || 35 || closeted homosexual || the state official || lee is a charming man working in washington as a state official during the 1950's, making a name for himself while being the man that all the women want to be with. what they don't know is the secret that lee keeps from the world after an incident during his younger years forced the once confident lee to bury himself into the closet.

fearing that he'd once again be rejected or worse for his interest in men. preferring to just hook up with men that he'd meet whom he knew wouldn't talk about sleeping with him, lee did his best to keep from getting attached to someone until he met the senator's assistant and writer, james richardson. what started as an affair in the midst of a changing world turned into something that would end up changing him over the course of several decades where he learns to move on from his trauma and become a better man. || fc: matt bomer

aslan, prince of the fae || age unknown, physically 25 || pansexual || the runaway fae || born the eldest son to the royal family of the fae world that he knows to be home, aslan was given responsibilities at a young age when all he wanted to do was explore the other realms & put his powers to good use. all of which contain the use of magic to manipulative the world around him in different ways, he found himself tempted to experience all that he could of his abilities by leaving the world that he knew so well. finding himself in the unfamiliar world of mortals where it soon became clear that aslan was not like those around him. hiding the fact that he is immortal & possesses more powers than he can easily control on his own, he makes sure to make the most of the freedom he always craved so much. || fc: jonathan bailey

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🍕, 🍔, 🍻, 🍩, 🍋, 🍉 and 🍒 for any of your ocs, please?

I apologize for so many questions but I'm really curious!

HELLO LEIA HI HI HELLO HI ILY gonna use you as an excuse to go darrashposting on main

will be under the cut bc i know it's gonna get soooooo long

(i keep forgetting but, this is the ask!)

(and also i am so sorry this took so long, i started on this the day you sent it and then it got pushed in my drafts SJFHDSJHFSJD THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE)

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

Darrash likes to sleep. It's something he never gets enough of, or when he does sleep it's very fitful and interrupted by night terrors.

The war doesn't present many lazy days to him regardless. Sleeping, sightseeing-for-a-purely-recreational-reason, sitting around and chatting with his team members or locals (for purely recreational reasons), trying out the food in the region if he's never been there, or just.. doing nothing.

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love?

Dear God he would be a t*kt*oker. But for very good reason. Exploiting algorithms and pushing to see what he can surface before people start questioning shit.

For a modern AU, he would post some pseudo-psychological shit, mostly as a means of spreading tips on mutual manipulation (yourself and others and possibly events at large), or he'll be the top account in thrifting or life-hacking. Anything to stretch one resource to the absolute maximum for as long as possible, he's your guy. He had to grow up crafty and resourceful so why not pass it along?

I also think he'd end up as some kind of doomsday meme, showing up at inaurguations and staring/glaring menacingly at the newly-elected leader from some back corner. Like "Where's Waldo?" type shit.

(more under the cut!)

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Ough, that's a hard question - mostly because he has quite a few.

The first that comes to mind is very simple: physical touch. Though he never had much of it, one of the few good things that came out of his tenure in the Imperial Academy is that he was seldom ever punched or otherwise hit; there wasn't much of anything to sour his perception of physical touch, so he still rather enjoys it. (Not counting the year or so on Nar Shaddaa he worked as an escort / dancer, but even then he was rarely touched.)

This one hasn't changed since he was a kid on Nal Hutta, surrounded by his friends: he very very very much loves to sing. He mostly sings to himself as a self-soothing habit, but if he's in good company then he doesn't mind openly sharing his voice.

9-13 ATC became a constant slew of rough days in the theater of warfare so he's picked up recreational target practice, ignoring one (1) of his colleagues while chatting with everyone else, and most important of all he learned how to piss off his handlers for fun. Mostly just Keeper (who becomes the Minister of Intelligence later. Watcher Two/Keeper isn't as fun to annoy because she's oblivious.)

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Well. Darrash is an extension of a fascist police surveillance state, top of the game in espionage + seduction + assassination + general disguise + infiltration, plainly acting as a force to be reckoned with and virtually untouchable. The (other) Grim Reaper himself. If you see a Cipher coming..... yeah you're already dead.

He's got so much blood on his hands and is responsible for bringing down damn near every planet he's been set up against, all without leaving so much a trace besides either the trail of destruction or deliberate footnotes. And a looooot of war crimes, definitely. Dude did what he had to do at all costs necessary.

Anyway - so Darrash also got his start as a kid skilled in the petty theft of supply crates and food out of markets, and general other thievery activities to grab supplies or otherwise quick credits. He knows very little about how to say "please" for anything he needs; he'd much rather just fuckin' take it.

He'd be arrested for theft, war crimes, insubordination, assassination, subverting entire terrorist cells, umm. You name it.

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

Losing his adoptive family. Gurr'os'olo, Ixan'ia, Aker'al, and three Evocii as well - it was the loss one by one that just. Broke him. These were the closest things he held to siblings. His older half brother Johkel had been kidnapped by Imperial Intelligence when he was very young and he didn't really know his younger sister Marrav, so that left the ragtag bunch he fell in with.

Gurr'os'olo had been kidnapped by pirates on Hutta, and that's the last that Darrash heard of him. Aker'al and his family were cornered by Sith - they killed his parents, burned his home, and disappeared with Aker'al. He never knew what happened to Ixan'ia.

Then he spent so long trying to pretend he was over them, just to end up finding Roso in the Republic militia on Taris, and finding Ixan'ia as an established smuggler, and Aker'al nearly killing him before forcefully taking him as an Apprentice for a couple of years. None of that felt great.

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

He did, for about a year. It was an Alderaanian headband that was given to him by the Revanite chapter on Dromund Kaas once he'd completed their trials and protected them from the Dark Council. His time spent in the cell was undoubtedly traumatizing beyond his will to compare, especially the fact that he was "reminded" of his own sensitivity to the Force that was pretty much drilled out of him by Intelligence. It's not that they took it away from him, but they trained him well enough to never rely on it that he did truly forget.

Ironically, he did choose to part with it on one condition: it was given to his would-be husband, Vector Hyllus, sometime before they were assigned to Taris together. When he presented Vector with a proper Intelligence-grade uniform with rank to match, he placed the headpiece on his head under the excuse of "it's Alderaanian, I thought you might like it" rather than the truth. Vector figured it out from Kaliyo, who was still angry that she had to sit through it with him.

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

This one I was on the fence about, but I will say yes.

He was kissed a few times when he served as an escort on Nar Shaddaa in a niche little club scene. He doesn't count those.

His official first kiss was with Vector on Voss, shortly before he was to marry Yana-Ton. It was unexpected on Darrash's part, but extremely welcomed. He almost fucked up the marriage vows because he was still reeling. Yana-Ton thought it was cute.

[terubakudan]

This may be an old article from 3 years ago, but these cultural aspects/observations still apply even today. And though this is strictly a Chinese perspective, a lot of these everyday life bits are observed in Overseas Chinese communities in countries such as The Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia, etc. as well as countries heavily influenced by Chinese culture like Taiwan, Japan, and Korea.

I've always liked learning about other cultures and making comparisons between how things are done East vs West. Which probably stems from growing up with two cultures and Mom raising me on American movies xD

So the irony is if you asked me how many Chinese, Taiwanese, or Hong Kong actors I know, chances are I know as much as you do xD Like Jackie Chan, Andy Lau, and that's about it. But if you asked me about Western (specifically American and British) actors, then I have a useless brain dump of movie trivia and who was with who in what movie xD

Hmmm, both Taiwan and the Philippines are two distinct cultures but both look up to a certain country and are fascinated by that. In Taiwan's case, Japan and the US for the Philippines. In both cases, this is due to being under the rule of those countries in their history. Taiwan being under Japan for 50 years, and the Philippines being under Spain for 300+ years, followed by periods of American and Japanese rule. To put it simply though:

Taiwan is "mini-Japan with a very Chinese culture".

The Philippines is "former colony of Spain with lots of American influences".

But unlike the author, I've never set foot in any Western country, so my understandings are strictly what I've observed in media, which while it can be accurate, doesn't compare to actually experiencing the culture.

Some further elaboration on most points:

#1 We quite literally use chopsticks for everything. We use it to pick rice, viands, vegetables, fruit, smaller desserts, almost all the food you can think of.

But where do you put your chopsticks when you're not using them? Just put them on top of your bowl or flat on your plate. But do not ever stick them vertically. It's taboo, since it looks like incense sticks, which we use to pray for those who have passed, like our ancestors or during funerary services.

#3 The majority of Asia is obsessed with fair/white skin. In my time at the Philippines, I grew up watching all these Dove Whitening commercials and my classmates often commented on how fair my skin was, how they envied it etc. In Taiwan, girls often say they don't want to 變黑 (biàn hēi) 'become dark'. Japan and Korea too are not innocent of this either (if their beauty/skin products weren't a dead giveaway).

People here at Taiwan often mistake me for being from Hong Kong or Japan (as long as I don't speak Mandarin with my heavy accent xD). A Taiwanese classmate of mine joked that she often gets mistaken for being from Southeast Asia due to having a darker complexion. And while I laughed it off with her at that time, looking back, I now realize she was lowkey being racist. xD

And believe me Filipinas have mentioned literally being told 'your skin is so dark' here in Taiwan, or being given backhanded compliments like 'you're pretty despite having dark skin' and...*facepalms*

My point is, beauty is not exclusive to skin color. People who still think that are assholes.

#5 Not to say we don't have salt and pepper, but yes soy sauce and vinegar are the classic condiments you see on the table, be it at home or at a restaurant.

And if I may add, Taiwanese love their pepper. xD If you ever get to eat at a night market or a smaller "Mom n' Pop-style" restaurant here, some dishes/soups tend to add quite an excessive amount of pepper. Not like anthills, but quite liberally and way more than average. Enough that you see traces of pepper at the bottom of the food paper bag or swirling in your soup. xD

#6 I know this all too well from personal experience. In my years of studying at Taiwan, I always had roommates. 3 in my first school (I graduated high school in the Philippines pre K-12 so I had to make up 2 years of Senior High), followed by 2 in college, with the exception of 1 in freshman year.

My college did offer single person dorms but at around 9000 NTD ($324) per month compared to around 6000 NTD ($216) per semester. Because I wanted to save, the choice was obvious for me xD. But ah, this doesn't mean I don't value personal space, in fact I love having the room to myself, and since both my roomies would go home to their families every weekend, weekends were bliss for me xD

And you don't have to be friends with your roommates (that's an added bonus however), you just have to get along with them. I was quite lucky to have really great roommates all throughout my schooling years.

#9 In the Philippines, we do. Owing mostly to American influences and maybe being predominantly Catholic? xD

#10 *sigh* Chinese parents and parents from similar Asian cultures tend to put too much emphasis on grades, so much that kids could get sent to cram school as early as elementary. This is because what school you get into could literally affect your future job opportunities, and while that's not exclusive to any particular country/culture, I feel it's especially pronounced here in Asia. I'm really lucky my own parents weren't that strict about it. However, if your parents don't point the mistakes out to you, chances are you'll do it yourself, if you're an Asian kid like me anyway. xD It just becomes a habit.

#11 My family is an exception to this. xD We do say 'I love you' directly, but complete with the 'ah eat well ok?', 'don't scrimp on food', 'sleep well' and similar indirect words/actions of affection. We were doing 'Conceal, Don't Feel' before it became popular. xD

#13 I'm kind of confused about this but this has sort have changed over the years in which eye-contact is now more encouraged. But don't stare, especially at elders and authority figures. Sometimes it's just shyness though. xD And I've observed this with my own Taiwanese friend, especially when I'm complaining or ranting to her about something. xD I'm a person who likes to express my opinions strongly, which tends to scare/alienate some of the locals here, as doing so is kind of frowned upon. Thankfully, she does listen and offers her take on things.

#14 Ah this. xD In the Philippines, this is a common greeting known as beso-beso, and I freaked out too when an auntie did that to me. xD Needless to say, Mom lectured me later on what that was. ^^"

#16 Along with #3 another crazy beauty standard. In my view, people always look better with a little meat on them and when they're not horribly thin. Asia still has a loonng way to go with accepting different types of bodies if you ask me. This combined with modern beauty standards has made the pressure for women especially to 'look beautiful' higher than ever.

I know many people love them but please, starving yourself or glorifying eating disorders is never OK just to get this kind of 'ideal' body. I'm not part of the Kpop fandom, but even I think when idols get bullied just for gaining the least bit of weight among other insensitive comments, that's really going too far.

#17 'If you want to make friends, go eat.' <- I couldn't agree more. In the Philippines we have a greeting: 'Kumain ka na ba?' (Have you eaten?) . Similarly in Taiwan, we have 吃飯了沒? (chī fàn le méi), both of these can mean that in the literal sense but are often used as greetings instead. By then which invitation to having lunch/dinner together may or may not follow. Food really is a way for us to socialize and to catch up with what's going on in each other's lives. Not to say we don't have regular outings like going out to the mall, going shopping, etc. but eating together is a huge part of our culture, be it with family or friends.

And while I'm at it, some memes that are way too accurate good to pass up xD

Parents, uncles, aunties alike will fight over the bill xD

Alternatively:

You just space out until your name is called xD

My parents are guilty of the last one. Logic how? xD

#18 True. xD I like giving compliments out to people but I have a hard time accepting them myself, though I've learnt how to accept them much more now than before. We're kind of raised to constantly downplay ourselves so we often say things like 'ah no no' or 'I'm really not that good'. The downside of this of course is that it can come off as somewhat fake. xD

Again from personal experience, that same classmate who made the lowkey racist remark, she was good, she was on the debate team, was a honor student, knew how to mingle with people, but she downplayed herself way too much, while praising me but I honestly thought that she never really meant it from how she treated me. She wanted to keep me around her yet make backhanded compliments at me and she didn't want me socializing with my other classmate who is now my friend. *sigh* It was only after discussing this with one of my roomies did I realize how this 'excessive downplaying' might come off to people like me who more or less grew up with a more 'Westernized' mindset. I'm not saying brag about your achievements but don't be overly humble about them either, which can also be a turn off.

#20 We do tend to be a lot more realistic on how we view things, neither entirely optimistic nor pessimistic. We try to think of things practically and often analyze things on pure logic. A downside of this however, is that Chinese people can be overly practical. Taiwanese for instance don't like to 'find inconveniences' and generally keep to themselves, meaning, they won't help you in your hour of need even when they do have the capabilities. Sounds really harsh I know, but in my 6 years of living in Taiwan, while this doesn't apply to all the people, a lot of them really do only find/talk to you when they need something.

So for some people saying Taiwanese are 'friendly', that's BS xD If you ask me, Filipinos are infinitely more friendly, and again while not all, generally make more of an effort to help you when you need it. I really felt more of a real sense of community during my years growing up in the Philippines compared to Taiwan.

#21 Children do tend to stay with their parents well into college and adulthood, since Chinese families are indeed very family-oriented, in a lot of cases, grandparents often live under the same roof as us as well! And it really does save a lot of money. I see there's a real stigma in the US when it comes to "living with your parents", but that's starting to change especially because of Covid and having more and more people move back in with their parents.

Housing unfortunately is pretty much hella expensive no matter where you go, and Taiwan is no exception. Steep housing prices and the very high cost of raising a child (schooling + buxiban fees, etc.) contribute to a very low birth rate and thus an aging population like Japan. It's not uncommon to see both parents working in Taiwan.

#23 I'm an overthinker myself, but I totally agree with the author that the best is to strike a good balance between these two. Which I guess is why I love drawing or any other related creative attempts, it helps me be more spontaneous or well, creative! I like to remain intellectually or artistically inspired.

#24 Is French high school really like that? xD My friend did watch SKAM France and more or less got a culture shock from what was depicted on the show. I can confirm however that most high schools both in the Philippines and Taiwan require students to wear a uniform, only in college is everybody free to wear casual/civilian clothes.

#26 Ah this is part of our Asian gift-giving etiquette xD We always open gifts later after the event/meeting and in private. Never open them in front of the person who gave it to you or in front of others. This is to prevent any 'shame/embarrassment' that may result both to yourself and to the gift giver. I know this may come off as something weird since some people may want a more honest response or immediate feedback when it comes to gift-giving, but that's just how it is in our culture. You're always free to ask us though (in private) if we liked the gift or not ^^"

#28 I want to say the same goes to drinking, partying, and drugs however xD Those are things which are still frowned upon in our culture. And to be honest, whenever I see those in movies, it does kind of turn me off xD It doesn't mean that we're "uncool" or "boring", we just think that there are much better or healthier ways of "having fun".

#31 Is this true in France?! Man I would kind of prefer that instead of people being on their phones all the time xD This kind of goes with #20 in that Chinese are overly practical or logical, and don't read fiction as much as nonfiction. My Taiwanese friend is an exception though, she's a bibliophile who loves the feel of paper books compared to e-books, and it's a trait of her that I like a lot. Both the Philippines and Taiwan however have a huge fanbase when it comes to manga and anime though.

I'm all for reading outside of "designated reading" at schools especially. Reading fiction improves your vocabulary too, and can be quite fun! It helps you imagine and really invest in a world/story, and if you ask me something that I feel Westerners are better at, they're more in touch with their emotions and creativity, and are thus much more able to write compelling or original stories. Believe me, I've seen a fair amount of Chinese movies that rip off Western movie plotlines xD

#33 Nothing much to add on here..except that since I'm a "weird" person, Mom often jokes that she got the wrong baby from the hospital. xD

#35 True. While I agree with the care and concern that your fellow community can give you, the downside of this is we tend to only hang out with our own people, e.g Chinese with Chinese, Taiwanese with Taiwanese, etc. I've seen too that it's especially hard to make friends in Japan and Korea as a foreigner. Not only is there the language barrier, but the differences in culture too. In a way, Asians can be pretty close-minded on getting to know other cultures or actually making friends with people from other countries. I know this all too well being half-Taiwanese/half-Filipino, being neither "Filipino" enough nor "Taiwanese" enough. xD It's more of people here being too used to what they're comfortable with.

#36 Oh this is something I feel that Chinese students and other students from similar cultures should really improve on. xD How will people respect you if you don't speak your mind?

I felt bad especially for my Spanish teacher in college, granted it was an introductory course (Spanish I and II) but the amount of times that our teacher had to prompt a student to recite/speak even with clear hints already made her (and me too) extremely frustrated. The thing is, these are college students, I personally feel they don't have any reason to be so shy of speaking and technically by not doing so they're slowing the pace of the class too much and a lot of time is wasted.

Unfortunately you can't always be very vocal with your thoughts and opinions in most Asian cultures. I would say strive for that, but at the same time, play your cards well, especially if you're in a workplace setting.

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading and here's a cookie! 🍪 I'm not perfect and there's bound to be something I missed so please let me know if you spotted anything wrong. Feedback/questions are very much welcome and please feel free to share about your country/culture's differences or similarities!

[pan-fangirl-345]

You Have A Visitor!

Summary: Denki needs a boost. Luckily, there’s a visitors day coming up and you, being the loving girlfriend that you are, decide this is a good time to catch up with your boyfriend.

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, because Bakugou, some suggestive thought, and the reader had divorced parents and an alcoholic father, not to mention some low self-esteem. If there’s anything I missed, please tell me!

A/N: I have no idea what the hell made me write this but whatever, I have nothing else better to be doing like the chorus assignment that was due a week ago, and the outline for a paper, and then the actual paper. Oops.

Also, I realized quite belatedly, that I never told you guys that (Y/N) means your full name, both first and last. Sorry about that!

“Hey baby girl,” Denki said, sounding tired.

“Hey, are you okay?” you inquired, flopping onto your bed.

“Yeah, I just got my grades back and I can’t say they’re great. I even studied this time!”

“I’m sure they’re fine, Denki,” you assured him, wishing you could wrap your arms around him.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted. “It’s been so hard being away from you for this long. And I don’t mean to be clingy, but I could really use a hug from you.”

You could hear it in his voice, he was having a bad day. He was normally very peppy and chipper, but there were days when he just couldn’t muster the energy for it.

“I know Sparky,” you said. “I miss you too. Where’s Kirishima? Can’t he give you a hug?”

“Nah, he’s in the gym with the steel guy from Class B.”

“I was almost 100% sure you were going to say he was with the explosion guy, Bakugou,” you said smiling.

“Can . . . can I FaceTime you?” he inquired softly.

“Of course Denks, I’m honestly a little surprised it took you this long to ask me,” you teased, trying to bring a smile to his face.

“Well, I know how you feel about being on camera.”

“Yeah, but it’s different when I’m talking to you,” you told him.

When he called you again, you answered, smiling at him.

“Hey Denki,” you said.

He looked tired, there were bags under his eyes, and he was flopped against his bed, body riddled with tension.

“Hey love,” he said, giving you a tired smile. “It’s so good to see your adorable face.”

“Right back at you Sparky,” you retorted, smiling at him. “I really wish I was there with you. Maybe I could help.”

“This is helping,” he told you. “Just being able to talk to you.”

“Bad day?”

He nodded, sighing. “I’m sore, I’m tired, I feel like an idiot, and I miss you on top of everything else.”

“I’m sorry, I wish I could see you. When’s the next visitors’ day?” you inquired, moving to look at your calendar.

“Like, two weeks from now, on Saturday. Why?”

“I’m gonna come visit you silly,” you teased, smiling at him. “I have to work that Saturday, but it’s only until noon. I’ll come see you after that, yeah?”

“Seriously? You’re gonna come see me?” he asked, sitting up. Little lines of electricity started to run up his body and you laughed.

“Yeah, course I am Sparky,” you said.

“I can’t wait to see you! And introduce you to my friends! And-”

The lights flickered in his room for a few moments before they turned back on.

“Kaminari!” someone shouted in the distance and he flushed.

“Sorry!” he shouted, making you laugh.

“Did you just short circuit the lights in your dorms?” you questioned.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, cheeks bright red.

“It’s okay, it let’s me know that you really are excited to see me,” you told him. “I know that there are a lot of other girls there that are probably prettier than I am.”

“Angel, listen to me,” Denki demanded, making you pause. It was very rare that he ever sounded that serious. “You are beautiful, inside and out, and I would rather spend an hour with you than a hundred years with them, understand?”

“You’re such a sap,” you muttered, suddenly remembering why you loved him so much. “I love you Denks.”

“I love you too, (Y/F/N), don’t ever forget that,” he said, face as serious as you had ever seen it.

“I won’t. Don’t forget that I love you either, alright?”

“I think I can handle that,” he said, flashing you that one million watt smile that you loved to see.

“Good,” you retorted, smiling back at him.

Someone shouted in the background again and Denki sighed.

“I have to go, it’s time for dinner, but I’ll call you again tomorrow night, okay?”

“Okay, I love you Denki Kaminari,” you told him.

“I love you too (Y/N).”

You smiled at him again before you hung up, sighing.

You missed Denki, you really did. It was hard sometimes, dating Denki long distance, even if he was still in the country. He was only about fifteen minutes away, but the security was so tight that it was hard for you to go see him, especially since you worked part time at the local library.

You were proud of him, and you wouldn’t trade him for all the money in the world, but you missed him.

Him and his dumb pickup lines, him and those dumb cat memes he used to send you, him and those awesome hugs whenever you had a bad day.

You had hated Denki when you had first met in middle school. You thought he was immature, way too loud, and you hated how little he paid attention in class.

But then you got paired up for a project and you learned that sometimes Denki didn’t realize he was being loud, or that his quirk was making things go haywire.

Denki had a lot of friends, he made them wherever he went, he was like that, but a lot of the time they were fake. 

You had learned how to help him remember things from class, you were there when he started to get a little too loud, and you were there when he was rejected for the first time.

You remembered tapping his arm whenever his noise level was becoming too much, or kicking him when he was unintentionally making someone uncomfortable, stepping in when someone tried to get him to do something that would get him in trouble.

He had asked you out through your third year of middle school. At first you had thought it was a prank, a dare maybe, but he had been adamant that he really wanted to be with you.

It had been weird at first, neither of you really knowing how this changed things, until you realized that nothing had to change. You could still do what you normally did together, but there was more hand holding and cheesy compliments involved.

He had gotten accepted into U.A., and you had been happy for him, but you would be going to different high schools, and when everything had started to get more dangerous there, you had panicked about Denki. You didn’t get to see him as often, and he had even tried to break up with you, worried about your safety.

But you had worked it out, you had talked about it, you called each other regularly and you sent each other small gifts every now and then when missing each other became almost unbearable.

There were small amounts of time when you worried more than usual, when they had training camps and weren’t allowed to have their phones, or when they had exams and you weren’t there to make sure that he was eating and getting enough sleep, but other than that, your relationship with him was relatively easy, everything considered.

The next two weeks were slow, but talking with Denki ever night made it better than you would’ve thought.

He assured you that his new friends would love you, though you were suspicious about Bakugou, that he wanted you to meet Eri, that everything was going to be fine, and that he couldn’t wait to hug you again.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’ll be fine! The only one you might have to worry about it Mineta, and I can promise that he won’t get anywhere near you,” Denki said, laughing.

“Why hasn’t the school kicked him out yet?” you inquired, nose wrinkled.

“That’s a good question,” Denki admitted. “I guess he just hasn’t done it in front of the teachers enough.”

“I would’ve killed him by now, I feel so bad for the girls that have to deal with him,” you said, shuddering.

“I know you would’ve,” he said, smiling. “But seriously, how was your day?”

“The same as usual, except there was this really cute little girl in the library today who tried climbing the shelves to get to a book she wanted. She was so cute! She got really high up though and I was terrified that she was going to hurt herself.”

He listened to you talk about your day, smiling as you talked.

“I’m really excited to see you tomorrow,” he said when you were done.

“I know, I’m excited too. I can’t wait to see you.”

‘I’ve missed you,” he said, getting a sad look on his face.

“Hey, no sadness remember?” you told him. You wanted so badly to reach out to him, to hold him, to run your hands through his hair while he held you. “I’ve missed you too, but we’re gonna see each other tomorrow. And I promise that I’ll give you as many cuddles as you want.”

“If that’s the case you wouldn’t be leaving the couch,” he said, smiling at you. “If you thought I was clingy before it’s only going to be worse tomorrow.”

“Trust me, if you weren’t clingy, I would be,” you assured him, making him laugh.

“You do realize that no one is going to understand how we’re in a relationship right?”

“Fuck ‘em,” you said. “It’s not really any of their business anyway. It’s a healthy relationship.”

“That’s my girl,” Denki said, smirking.

“You’re gonna be a smug bastard tomorrow aren’t you?” you inquired, making him cackle.

“You had no idea. Most of the squad doesn’t think you exist,” he said. “And when I say that, I mean that only Mina believes me because she walked in on my talking to you one night.”

“We’ll change their opinions tomorrow,” you promised, biting your lip. “I’m really excited to see you tomorrow Denki. It’s been too long.”

“I know! Don’t remind me,” he whined, making you chuckle.

“Do you want me to bring anything with me tomorrow?”

“Just your sparkling personality and enough hugs to hold me over until the time you can visit. And maybe some cupcakes or something, I’m craving sugar,” he muttered, the last part more to himself than to you.

Someone shouted in the background, and Denki sighed. “I have to go, but I love you, and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“I love you Denki, sleep well,” you told him.

“You too,” he said, ending the call.

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Denki couldn’t stop pacing as people streamed into the dorms, trying to find the people they were there to visit. It was only nine, and he was already anxious to see her again.

He kept checking for her (Y/H/C) hair among the sea of people, even though he knew she wouldn’t be there yet.

He had already told his classmates that she was coming to see him today, most of them playing it off as a ploy for attention and sympathy. Both of his parents were working today, so they weren’t coming to see him, and his little sister had had a sleepover the night before and was probably sleeping it off at home with their cat.

(Y/F/N) had texted him that morning and he had been glued to his phone ever since smiling whenever she sent him a funny picture or a reminder of how much she loved him.

Mina had been waiting for months to meet his girlfriend, and while the others didn’t believe she existed, he was going to be proud to show her off.

He wasn’t anxious about seeing her again, he was looking forward to that, but what if she didn’t like his friends? What if they didn’t like her? What if-?

“Denki!”

His head whipped up at the sound of her voice, and he zeroed in on her.

Was he hallucinating? He was hallucinating, right? There was no way she was there-

She ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him over.

He definitely wasn’t hallucinating.

“Denki,” she breathed, burying her face in his neck as she twisted her fingers into the back of his t-shirt.

“(Y/F/N), I thought you weren’t coming until noon,” he said, clinging to her.

“I haven’t seen you in like, three months, and that’s all you have to say to me?” she inquired, flashing him that smile that he loved so much as she pulled back a little, just enough to see his face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her.

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t hallucinating.

It had been so long since he had touched her, it felt like he had stuck his hand in a fire. She was warm against him and they couldn’t stop smiling at each other between kisses.

“I missed you,” she whispered, burying her hands in his hair.

He slid one hand up her back, touching her face lovingly with the other as they stared at each other, (Y/E/C) eyes meeting amber.

“I missed you too, sweet pea,” he assured her, kissing her again.

“WHAT THE FUCK? FUCKING PIKACHU ACTUALLY HAS A GIRLFRIEND?”

“Shut up Blasty!” Mina hissed, swatting him with her hands.

(Y/F/N) pulled away, cheeks tinged pink as the Bakusquad stared at them.

“You must be Bakugou,” she said, smiling at him. “And, for the record, I’m not a girlfriend, I’m the girlfriend.”

“I told you guys she was real!” Mina shouted, making you laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you all, I’m (Y/N), I’m also Denki’s girlfriend.”

“Clearly,” Sero said, making her chuckle.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Mina said, throwing her arms around (Y/F/N), catching her by surprise, though she hugged back after a moment.

“You must be Mina. It’s so nice to meet you too. I’ve hear so much about all of you.”

“Pikachu, you have some fucking explaining to do,” Bakugou snapped.

“Gladly,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know, I never would’ve thought you would have the patience to deal with someone like Kami, (Y/L/N),” Kirishima said.

“What can I say? Apparently I have a soft spot for dumbasses,” you said, making Denki protest.

“I can’t be that bad,” he muttered into your neck.

He hadn’t let go of you since you had arrived, there was an arm around your shoulders or your waist, a hand in yours or on your back, and now he had you seated in his lap, his arms around your waist as he fiddled with your fingers.

“How did you even get here this early? I thought you said you weren’t coming until noon.”

“I told my boss that I was going to see you today and he let me out early so that I could spend more time with you. I don’t know how you got him to like you so much, he hates everyone.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Denki pointed out.

“Yes, but that’s because I actually do my job correctly and because I have more invested in that library than the founder does!” you told him.

“(Y/F/N) really likes to read,” Denki admitted. “It’s one of the reasons she’s so smart.”

“I’m an only child with parents who both had to work a lot before they divorced, I had to find ways to entertain myself when they weren’t home and when they were too busy screaming at each other to pay attention to me,” you muttered.

Denki’s arms tightened around you subconsciously.

He had met both of your parents, and hadn’t taken well to your father, who had a tendency to love alcohol more than he loved you. It had made you a lot harder on yourself than you had to be, and your father had hated Denki from the moment they had met.

He thought your mother was a saint though, and she was for putting up with your father for so long.

“Yikes, that sounds rough,” Sero said.

You shrugged. “When you grow up like I did, it makes you used to certain things. I got used to someone always putting me down. I got used to having to do a lot of things myself. I mean, it sucked, and there was a time when I had a bag packed in my closet, but it made me who I am.”

“You never told me about the bag thing darling,” Denki said, frowning.

“I mean, I was . . . eight or nine I think, long before we were ever even friends,” you told him. You kissed his cheek lightly. “Besides, I never had to use it.”

“I don’t think that’s the point,” Mina chimed in.

You shrugged, then said, “Oh yeah, my mother says hi baby. She would’ve come with me, but she had to work. Speaking of parents, where are yours?”

“Mom and Dad had to work today,” he explained, nuzzling your neck softly.

“Right, they told me that earlier,” you muttered.

“You talk to his parents?” Kirishima asked.

“Well, yeah. I mean, we’ve known each other since middle school. I used to go over to his house all the time. I used to babysit his sister with him. They’ve known me for a while, us dating just helped my relationship with them. Besides, whenever your school gets attacked, I always go over there. Makes me feel like I’m doing something useful.”

“I still can’t believe fucking Pikachu has a girlfriend,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Jealous?” you asked, wrinkling your nose. “Maybe if you acted less like you had rabies girls wouldn’t be so afraid to talk to you.”

“What did you just say to me?” he asked, palms crackling.

“You heard me,” you said, interlacing one of your hands with Denki’s.

“Do you wanna fucking go?” he snarled, standing up.

“Not particularly, I was just giving a suggestion. Do with it what you will,” you told him, melting back into Denki, who sighed contently.

“This is the calmest I’ve ever seen him,” Sero said, staring at Denki in wonder.

“I have that affect on him apparently,” you confessed, running your free hand through his hair. “You haven’t been sleeping well, have you?”

Denki shook his head. “Too many loud thoughts. Feel bad waking you up to deal with it.”

“Baby, that’s what I’m here for, besides, I’m up a lot of the time anyway,” you chided. “Call me, alright? It puts me to sleep too you know.”

“Mmhmm,” Denki mumbled, kissing your shoulder lightly.

“Cute,” you murmured, kissing his forehead. “You can go take a nap you know.”

“Wanna stay with you,” Denki said.

“C’mon baby, up we go,” you whispered, pulling away from him, hauling him up off the couch. “When was the last time you slept through the whole night?”

“Two weeks ago,” he admitted.

“Denki!”

“‘M sorry,” he whispered.

“Come on, you’re taking a nap, even if I have to-” You stopped what you had been about to say.

Tying him to the bed sounded sexual, and so did sleeping with him. Sitting on him just sounded bad.

“Come on Denki,” you told him. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Wanna stay with you,” he repeated.

“I’ll stay with you, alright? Just please, get some sleep,” you said. “Where’s your room?”

He stumbled his way through the halls, leading you to his room where he flopped onto his bed.

“It’s so you,” you told him, looking around.

He made grabby hands for you and you chuckled, climbing under his covers with him.

“Missed you a lot,” he muttered.

“I missed you too,” you told him, burying your hands in his hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

He relaxed again, and you kissed his forehead as he fell asleep, rubbing your hands against his back.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too Denks,” you murmured, letting your own eyes shut as you listened to his breathing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are they still in there?” Sero asked as they made their way to Denki’s room.

“She didn’t leave,” Mina said.

“What the fuck are they doing in there?” Bakugou asked.

“I don’t hear anything,” Kirishima said. “This is really unmanly guys.”

“Open the door,” Mina pushed.

“Guys, no!” Kirishima hissed, but Bakugou had already opened the door.

“Aww,” Sero, Kirishima, and Mina muttered, seeing the two of them tangled together under the covers.

Denki’s arms were tight around her waist as they laid there together, her head tucked under his chin, like he was protecting her.

They all remembered the fierce way she carried herself, the way she would’ve defended him against anyone, even himself.

“They’re gonna get married one day,” Sero said, voicing what everyone was thinking.

“He deserves it,” Bakugou murmured, surprising everyone.

“Come on, let’s leave them be,” Kirishima muttered, closing the door soflty.

[thisdancingheart]

Remember YFIP?

My Year of Grief and Cancellation

What was I trying to accomplish with my anonymous Tumblr?

By Liat Kaplan Feb. 25, 2021, 5:00 a.m. ET https://www.nytimes.com/2021/02/25/style/your-fave-is-problematic-tumblr.html

If you were on Tumblr in the early 2010s, you may remember a blog called Your Fave Is Problematic. If not, its content should still sound familiar to you. The posts contained long lists of celebrities’ regrettable (racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ethnophobic, ableist and so on) statements and actions — the stuff that gets people canceled these days.

That blog was my blog. I spent hours researching each post; as you can probably imagine, my search history was pretty ugly.

Your Fave Is Problematic had around 50,000 followers at its peak, in 2014, when I was a high school senior, but its influence was outsized. I got in a feud with a prominent young adult fiction author over his inclusion. One actor submitted himself, perhaps as a dare (or a plea) to dig up his worst. “Problematic fave” became a well-worn meme; even after I stopped posting, my blog was cited in books, articles, podcasts and think pieces. Through it all, my identity stayed private.

The blog started, as so many anonymous online projects do, as vengeful public shaming masquerading as social criticism. I was fine-tuning my moral compass and coming into my own as a feminist. So when I noticed classmates making sexist jokes on Facebook, including some about me, I started taking screenshots to post on a Tumblr called Calling Out Sexists. My policy was that I would take down a post only if its author publicly apologized.

A group of students brought the blog to the attention of our school’s administrators, who threatened to take legal action if I continued to write about them. Meanwhile, other Tumblr users had begun submitting screenshots featuring statements from minor celebrities. With graduation hanging in the balance, I shifted my focus away from my peers and toward public figures. I rebranded. Money and fame had protected them since time immemorial. What harm could my little blog do?

So I posted photos of Lady Gaga in V magazine with her skin bronzed to an unnatural brown. I pulled out troubling quotes from an essay Lena Dunham had written about a trip to Japan. I noted Taylor Swift’s since-changed homophobic lyric in “Picture to Burn.” My most popular posts tended to be about women — which makes sense, because the celebrity press tends to be more critical of them.

As it turned out, I had bigger things to worry about than dissecting the careers of celebrities I’d never met. On a winter morning, I woke up to the news that my older sister, Tamar, who was studying in Bolivia, had been in a bus crash, and the outlook was not good. I pored over research to escape from what felt like an impossible situation: my sister slowly dying of treatable injuries in a rural area thousands of miles away.

We held a public memorial service for Tamar in our hometown. Some of my classmates showed up, including a few who had written nasty things about me online. I found their shows of kindness insulting now, during what was quickly becoming the worst year of my life.

I tried going back to school after a few weeks, but I found myself picking frequent arguments with classmates and teachers. The school made an arrangement with my parents: I would be placed on “medical leave” for the remainder of the semester. I would graduate on time, but I wouldn’t return to campus.

Stuck at home, I devoted myself to Tumblr. What was I trying to accomplish? Mostly, I was interested in knocking people off their pedestals. I also enjoyed being popular, controversial, discussed. When a comedian I had posted about name-checked my blog on Twitter, I was giddy.

Then I started receiving threats. Someone sent me a screenshot of a house from Google Maps, claiming to have found my IP address. It wasn’t my house, but still. I realized that for every person on Tumblr who looked up to my blog, there were many more, online and offline, who hated it — and me. I started posting less and, eventually, stopped posting at all.

In the years since, I’ve looked back on my blog with shame and regret — about my pettiness, my motivating rage, my hard-and-fast assumptions that people were either good or bad. Who was I to lump together known misogynists with people who got tattoos in languages they didn’t speak? I just wanted to see someone face consequences; no one who’d hurt me ever had.

There’s something almost quaint about it all now: teenage me, teaching myself about social justice on Tumblr while also posturing as an authority on that very subject, thinking I was making a difference while engaging in a bit of schadenfreude. Meanwhile, other movements — local, global, unified in their purposes and rooted in progressive philosophies — were organizing for actual justice. Looking back, I was more of a cop than a social justice warrior, as people on Tumblr had come to think of me.

These days, there’s no shortage of online accountability efforts, the large part of them anonymously run. Some accounts post typically anodyne but occasionally explosive celebrity gossip. Others are explicitly aimed at naming, shaming and punishing people for all kinds of actions and missteps. My own work fell somewhere in the middle, I think; the information I posted was out in the open, but I was cataloging it to make a case against the veneration of the rich and famous.

As many have noted, the coronavirus pandemic has pronounced the distance between celebrities and the rest of us. And their actions have been subject to greater scrutiny — the vacations they’ve gone on, the parties they’ve held, the access they’ve had to testing and care during a health crisis that has taken millions of lives.

But celebrity culture began to crumble long before Covid-19. Mounting accusations of many kinds, whispered between industry professionals, had become too loud to ignore. Social media, which gave celebrities more control over their images and influence over their fans, also opened them up to new kinds of criticism. People have lost jobs and entire careers because of the kinds of errors my blog cited. Others have apologized for work and behavior that, re-examined in a contemporary context, just doesn’t hold up.

For years, I’ve regretted the spotlight I put on other people’s mistakes, as if one day I wouldn’t make plenty of my own. There can be an unsparing purity to growing into one’s social conscience that is often overbroad.

My brain wasn’t ready for nuance. I was angered by hypocrisy and cruelty; what I did about it was apply a level of scrutiny that left no room for error. I’m not saying that I should be canceled for my teenage blog. (Please don't!) I just know what we all should know by now: that no one who has lived publicly, online or off, has a spotless record.

For these reasons, I’ve thought about deleting my Tumblr. But doing that would mean erasing my own errors of judgment. I almost feel like I need to leave it up to punish myself for having made it in the first place. That, and I know someone could (and probably would) just pull it up on Wayback Machine. The internet, after all, never forgets.

~~~~~~~

[girlsgonemildblog]

I Am In This Episode and I Don't Like It - Emily in Paris, Season 1, Episode 6 Recap (Spoilers!!)

Poster from IMDB

Birds having sex. That is how this episode opens. Shots of birds fucking. We then cut away from this to Emily lying in bed, unable to sleep because Gabriel and Camille are having extremely loud sex. I have heard neighbors through walls and the people above me's bed banging on the floor, but never have I heard the people who live below me (like Gabriel and Camille do to Emily) having sex. They must be really loud. Also, based on this scene, Emily sleeps with full makeup (including lipstick) and her hair perfectly curled. I honestly think the production team wanted this show to be mocked.

The next morning, Emily is again eating at a café with Mindy, who is whining about how her dad wants to buy her a BMW and a mansion. Her life is honestly so hard. She then reveals to Emily that she was on a singing competition show in China, where she failed miserably and became a meme. Not to repeat myself, but I think the show's goal is to be mocked.

Emily gets to work, and we learn that, because they are meeting with an important couture designer that day, she was told specifically to wear all black. At least the show is self-aware with how terrible her outfit choices are. They arrive at Pierre Cadault's studio, and it is clear that his aesthetic is definitely not all black - more beiges and pastels, just like the rest of Paris. I think the writers were thinking of New York when they chose all black; someone should tell them fashion isn't the same everywhere. Cadault comes to meet them, sees Emily's tacky Eiffel Tower bag charm, and calls her "ringarde" or "basic,” and then storms out of the meeting. A bit dramatic, if I’m being honest, but also, the bag charm was pretty basic:

That night, Emily is minding her own business eating dinner alone when some (not even cute) man begins talking to her about whether a couple at another table is mother-and-son or dating. After a cut to show that time has passed, Emily finishes the story of her meeting with Cadault. The man, named Tomas, says that it is "ringarde" to call someone "ringarde" and then says he doesn't think she's basic - he clearly does not know her very well. He then starts a pretentious speech about known sexist pig, Pablo Picasso, and a bunch of other buzz-word names. Tomas is a know-it-all asshole and reminds me of every guy I have ever dated. Emily is impressed, nonetheless, and sleeps with him. Do better, Emily. Also, while I love Lily Collins, she is not great at acting in sex scenes; it was unbearably awkward. By the way, even Emily's bras have pictures of Paris on them:

The next morning, she runs into Camille, who tells her that she can hear Emily just as well as Emily can hear her and Gabriel. The fact that they all hear each other, but not any of the other neighbors, is pretty solid evidence for my no-one-else-lives-there theory.

At work, Emily brags to Julien about how Tomas quoted poetry to her, and Julien rightfully says that's boring. As an English major who has had to deal with many men interested in poetry, it's only hot in theory. In practice, it's boring and annoying, and they always expect you to be so impressed that they can quote the same Shakespeare sonnet that everyone had to memorize in High School Brit Lit. Emily then learns that Sylvie is holding a meeting without her and not speaking to her because she lost them the account with Cadault, one of Sylvie's favorite designers. Apparently, Emily is not the only person at this office with no sense of professionalism.

Emily meets Mindy at their bench in the park, and they are again talking about Mindy's singing career. I cannot express how little I care about this plotline. Mindy says she has too much PTSD from her failure on "Chinese Popstar" to audition for a local jazz club, but when Emily asks her to sing for her right there, Mindy is belting in the middle of the park with very little convincing. (Here is the moment where I take a break from my criticizing everything to say I absolutely love Ashley Park's voice. Please go listen to "What's Wrong With Me?" from the Mean Girls Musical soundtrack.)

That night, Emily and Tomas run into Gabriel and Camille outside their building, because of course they do. (It was at this moment that I realized the actor who plays Gabriel, Lucas Bravo, could very easily fill the Armie-Hammer-sized hole we currently have in society.) Being her always-friendly, always-oblivious self, Camille forces Emily and Tomas to go on a double date with her and Gabriel. Gabriel sees right through Tomas's bullshit, which is probably easy to do since Tomas is blatantly rude to Gabriel because Tomas is the type to only be polite to people he wants to fuck. Back at her apartment, remembering her conversation with Camille that morning, Emily tells Tomas that they need to be quieter when they have sex. They are (somehow) even louder than before.

Because the whole premise of this show seems to be that Emily lucks herself into things, while walking to work the next day, she notices in the corner of a sign for a ballet that Pierre Cadault designed the costumes and that opening night is that night. After Sylvie refuses to go with her (and rips up the original tickets), she invites Tomas to join her.

As she's leaving for the ballet (in an absolutely ridiculous outfit), she runs into Gabriel again. Are you guys as tired of reading that phrase as I am of writing it? We may have to turn it into a drinking game. Gabriel tells Emily the truth about what he thinks of Tomas, calling him "an asshole masquerading as an intellectual." I loved that line. He also tells her that she is "wasting her time with a guy who doesn't deserve her," and um, what exactly is so great about Emily?

When Emily arrives at the ballet and meets up with Tomas, he asks her if he is playing a joke on him by bringing him to see "Swan Lake", which, according to him, is "for tourists". "Swan Lake" is actually my favorite ballet, so fuck him. Emily then has a moment of clarity and finally realizes what her horniness had kept her from seeing the last three days; Tomas is a pretentious douche. (Emily actually said "snob" but I feel "pretentious douche" is more precise). Tomas responds by calling Emily "simpleminded". When he realizes she's offended by this, for some reason, he tries to better the situation by calling her "simple but beautiful". I believe the sound I made at this point would be called a "guffaw". When she still isn't happy, he tells her to go to the ballet, and he'll meet her afterward and "treat her to some amazing sex." She flips him off and walks away, which is actually a lot more polite than how I would've responded in that situation.

She then finds Cadault and explains to him that she always wanted to be Serena van der Woodsen and would buy bag charms because it was the only thing she could afford from the designers that she worshipped. Cadault turns out to be a Gossip Girl fan, which is revealed by having him spoil Gossip Girl. Seriously, he just straight-up SAYS who Gossip Girl is. I know it's been 8 years, but there should've been a spoiler warning or something. I already knew, but what if I hadn't? It was rude. Anyway, the next day Sylvie gets a call from Cadault that he wants a meeting with her and tells her to "bring Gossip Girl". Everything always works out for Emily in the end.

[glcryandgcre]

✒  ❝ HEY! IS THAT (RAMI MALEK) OUT IN THE CRYSTAL WATER? NO, THAT’S JUST (SOLOMON CROWE), A (???) YEAR OLD, (GRIGORI) WHO HAS BEEN ON THE ISLAND FOR (5 YEARS). WORD AROUND TOWN IS THAT THEY ALIGN WITH (NASA), BUT WE’ll NEVER TRULY KNOW. DID THEY CHOOSE THE ISLAND? OR DID THE ISLAND CHOOSE THEM? ONLY TIME WILL TELL,  ❞

name; solomon crowe. yes, he chose it himself, how can you tell?

age; older than humanity, as they were created alongside each other. younger than archangels and principles yet, probably older than most angels these days.

pronouns; he/him

sexuality; bisexual

place of origin; heaven

species; grigori, fallen.

+ dedicated, calm, i don’t have a third i can’t think of ANY positives for this man.

- hypocritical, righteous, violent

backstory

grigori are the watchers of humanity, they keep mortals safe from things that would otherwise see to destroy them. solomon was the first batch, a warrior bred to take out beings that could cause harm to humans, and to heaven. that’s how it started anyways. though things quickly began to go awry the longer he spent away from heaven. soon, it wasn’t just demons that solomon was sent to kill - it was heavens dirty secrets ; nephilims, fallen angels, half-breed children with demons and warlocks and anything deemed an unholy abomination. he became a dedicated clean-up agent.

except one time - he didn’t clean up. he fell in love with a half-demon half-angel, a cambion named eoin. every morning, solomon would awake and tell himself that this time, he’d kill him. and he didn’t. and after 6 months, heaven saw that solomon was beginning to soften and turn against the instructions they’d given him, so they kicked him out.

cut off from everything he’d ever known, solomon turned on eoin, and fled. some of his own brothers hunted him, to little avail. desperate to regain his status, solomon continued to clean up for heaven in an attempt to be redeemed - if he could fall, why not ascend back to his heavenly status? 

as the years went on, his grace waned, and he aged. he was mortal, and solomon didn’t want to be. so while finding nephilim, or fallen angels, or even angels going rogue, solomon began to siphon their souls in order to regain his grace. this is how he’s able to retain his powers, despite the fact it has turned him into a complete monster.

now

not much is known about why solomon came to adumreb - he says to retire, putting away the great holy sword and spend the last of his life in solitude, regret eating away every fibre of his being over what has happened. what is known is that he works as the local graveyard caretaker. no malicious backstory what-so-ever. i swear.

other

actually enjoys gardening. takes care of the graves and mausoleums really well, always make sure there’s fresh flowers for graves that ask for them. 

a really good cook, loves south and central american food specifically.

no you can’t come to his house.

has that dead behind the eyes kind of look.

100% touch starved

that meme where it’s like ‘guys think it’s okay to live like this’ as solomon’s house is a renovated shack and he sleeps on the couch. literal kitchen unit, clothes rack, everything in a single floorspace.

i’m not sure if he knows what joy is? or he did and hasnt tasted it in a long time

likes to spar & keep himself in good shape.

has never, ever, gotten over falling and never, ever will. can’t believe angels would willingly fall.

hard for him to break out of his mindset as he’s been like a soldier his whole life and then to not be one is ??? yikes.

‘i’ll kill you!’ ‘please do’.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Wendyy! Hello, hello!

I can't believe we follow the same meme pages!! I'm sooo happy. And I also love solitaire, though I've never played Scrabble in my life (maybe some day we can play online. Is that even possible? And please, don't kick my ass if we do 🥺).

I'm sorry to hear you are having a hard time, but I'm relieved knowing that are taking your time!!

I think I can upload some recipes during the weekend! I'll see how I'm going to share them, so bare with me for a few days more! Have you got any specific food in mind? Is there something you don't like? Let me know so I can start passing them to digital format (again, idk if this collocation is ok😣).

I totally get your point about travelling. It's really interesting to see other people who is completely different from you or your friends or the people you normally see in your city! I'd have like to go to museums or art galleries when I went to the USA, but we had really little time!! I guess it'll be the next I'm there!

So, I tried pepperoni pizza and it wasn't bad, but it wasn't my favourite! I'm really curious about the garlic butter crust. It sounds appetising 🤤🤤🤤. Also, thanks for teaching me how to say ice-cream in Norwegian!

About my pupper!! She is not the only one. There is another dog in my family and I forgot about her! I feel terrible! Her name is Florencia, but we call her Floppy! She is really short but she is big! It's so cute. I remember when she first came to my house, she was really ill-mannered. But as time passed by, she became a really good girl! However, she is REALLY jealous of Kira. They don't like each other at all 😣. But my family and I are trying to make them get along well! And about their nicknames, Floppy is just Floppy. But Kira has some others, like Kirita (it's a sort of diminutive), Pelopincho (which is the name of a brand that makes something like kiddie pools. Again, I had to do research about different types of swimming pools and I'm not sure about the terms I'm using. The reason why we call her like that is because she LOVES swimming pools, though she hates showers), pumpkin and baby (both in English 😂).

If I had to choose only one ice-cream flavour, I'd go with Lemon pie. Now, I know that lemon pie is exactly that, a pie. However, there are wonderful people on this planet that made possible to make this amazing dessert into ice-cream.

I haven't had pistachio ice-cream yet, but I really want to try it. I haven't found a place which sells it here yet!

So looked for the difference between gelato and ice-cream and I think we don't have that here. But, considering that gelato has lower fat content, I think that helados de agua (ice-cream made with water instead of cream) are the most similar thing around here. I like them a lot too. I tend to try them every time I have the opportunity. Just yesterday I had pink grapefruit and tangerine gelato (I guess it was gelato). It was really good!

I do have a favourite fruit, which is pineapple 🍍. I also like citrus and berries a lot. The only fruit I don't like are avocados (I hate it, sorry 😖😝) and plums.

What about your favourite ice-cream and gelato flavour? Have you tried pistachio? And what about your favourite fruit? What other countries have you been apart from the ones you have mentioned so far? What is your favourite colour?

Con mucho amor,

♠️V♠️

Ps: I realised I'm writing lengthy messages. If want me to shorten them, just tell me.

Good morning, V!

I promise I won't kick your ass at Scrabble lol! I'll make it easy for you, for sure. And I'm sure there's a way to play scrabble online! We'll have to do that very soon.

I don't have any specific recipes in mind. I just love to cook! I'm excited to see what you send and I'll take pictures when I cook it :)

There are so many beautiful museums and art galleries; I actually chose where to live based on the proximity to the local art gallery )it's within walking distance) and that has been the thing I do on my days off. I've got a membership, so I've seen almost every exhibit they have installed in the gallery for now. It'll change next month, which is what I look forward to the most!

What's your favorite type of pizza? Also, the garlic crust is just *mmmph* the pièce de résistance! My taste buds rejoice when the delivery man comes lol

Lemon pie ice cream! When I think about citrus-y ice cream, I get a little worried, but then again, I do love the taste of lemon and orange normally, so maybe it's worth a try!

F L O P P Y

I would like to buy one floppy, please. (Though Sebastian is plenty floppy himself.)

I'm okay with avocados in quac, but that's it. No plums for me either. To answer your questions: I love chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and berry flavored gelato. I have NOT tried pistachio (too scared to lol) My favorite fruits are apples, raspberries, and blackberries. I've also been to Amsterdam, Turkey, and Italy. We planned to go to Cancun for summer break, but that didn't work out the way we wanted it to. Maybe I'll go after we go to Ireland next year. And finally, my favorite color is blue. (Robin's egg blue to be exact, but I love all shades of blue).

What's your favorite color? Any preference between classical musicians or jazz? Do you prefer coffee or tea??

Can't wait to hear from you.

Jeg elsker deg!

Wendy

[adversitybloomed-a]

🌸┊ FRIENDLY REMINDER: this is a headcanon for my muse only. please do not take claim to it as your own.┊ 🌸

IMPORTANT NOTE: as much as i love the show, once upon a time, aka ouat ( Jamie Chung is a goddess & i LOVE EVERYTHING she is in ), this blog will not be following Mulan’s storyline within it, as I do not agree with the choices made. that being said, for those who wish to plot in this verse, please read the following information & let’s plot together or just send me a meme asking for this verse & ill gladly write up something 

i will also be using my own lore for this verse, unless otherwise asked for. 

threads are more likely going to be changing because of plotting, but this is just basic information to really help us get started. so please feel free to come to me and help us developed our muses and stories more <3 

🌸┊REAL NAME : Hua Mulan ( 花木蘭 )  🌸┊AGE : 18 ( verse dependent, could be 16 if you want war mulan )  🌸┊ ABILITIES OR POWERS : Please take a look at my google docs, i have an entire section listed for this, due to the fact it is verse dependent. Just know she does have the spirit of the Phoenix within her. 🌸┊FAMILY MEMBERS : Hua Zhou ( father, alive ), Hua Ruolan ( birth mother, deceased ), Hua Li ( adoptive mother, alive ), Hua Xianglang ( older sister, alive ) & Hua Xiu ( younger half sister ). 🌸┊SMALL BIO : Mulan has always been different from the other girls within her village. having been born as the middle child, to a general father who’s family owned a farm, she had lost her mother at birth, leaving her often feeling like an outcast due to the fact it was frowned upon within the society and seen as bad luck. her eldest sister, who was ten years her senior, struggled to find common ground with her, except for the training both received by their father’s hand in martial arts and reading.

when she was two, her father had remarried, thinking that his two daughters would learn to get along with his new wife and they would have a mother once more. however, considering mulan’s struggles of learning the crafts of womanhood, and lack of skills within creating fabrics and cooking, she often times fund herself struggling and would find herself in arguments with her new mother. at four years old, she became an older sister, her father once more disappointed in the fact that he did not have a male heir to inherit his name. 

through the years of growing, because her father held no heir, he taught his two eldest the ways of war, their training beginning young and often used against one another as their fights starting petty began to grow more serious. however, it did not take long for her sister to grow tired of being around their family, and upon her leaving, mulan found herself needing to become the main source of help around the farm, considering her father’s injury. 

years later, at the tender age of sixteen years old, upon the learn of the invasion, mulan stole her father’s armor and horse, bound her breasts and styled her hair of that of a boy and joined the warfront, eager to save her father and family the heartache of loosing him, and longing to just make it out alive. there, she felt a shift within herself, a spiritual awakening of a gift she had never known existed, for she was always taught to repress her true nature and hide her skills as a warrior. after winning the war, she had come back to find herself an extended invitation to join the emperors agents, learning to become one of the greatest warriors by those who mastered all skills within the arts. 

finding herself needing to agree, she bid farewell to her father, this time without sneaking away and found herself training for two years to master her skillset and growing powers. 

🌸┊ CURSED NAME : Bai Feng ( 白枫 ) 🌸┊ AGE : 18  🌸┊OCCUPATION : Online College Student. works part time at one of the local stores in storybrook to earn extra money.  🌸┊LIVING SITUATION : apartment living, may or may not have a roommate.  🌸┊HOBBIES : playing the violin, drawing, singing, song writing or watching tv shows or movies.  🌸┊SMALL BIO : Mulan has no recollection of her life within the enchanted kingdom and or her history with china and being a hero. for the most part she keeps to herself, studying hard and or sitting at Granny’s diner because she cannot cook for herself, and finds their place to be more relaxing then anywhere else. 

there, she works on some of her sketch work, which she calls her dreambook, due to the fact she gets vivid dreams, and or nightmares of both her past life. in it, she can never draw herself clearly, but there is works of others inside. 

🌸┊SMALL BIO : Mulan remembering who she is, has opted to try and help both the town and of course the charmings figure out a way to help. though she no longer wears her traditional gear unless somehow winding up back within her world, she now adorns more modern style clothing, making it easier for her to fight and her old blade upon her hip as she helps to travel around and keep people safe, as well as figure out how to stop one of the latest threats. 

[wongiemei]

Roommate!Jeno

a/n: maybe i should just turn this blog into an nct dream one

okay

letsgetit!

first of all,

story time!

your uni is fucking expensive and it’s more expensive if you live in the grounds

so you being the wise human,

you went to get an apartment near the campus

it was great and all since roommate!jaemin was paying for his stuff

you were both living respectively until he had to leave

the dumbass didnt even bother to tell you

one morning you just woke up and found his note

‘hey bitch! figured you were too much of a rock to wake up but i moved out! the family wants me to go back home and tend the restaurant’

the whole day yesterday, you were working

bc,,, yknow

broke college life

and you just walked in half asleep towards your room and fell asleep

so you didnt really see or notice

but were you freaking out bc your roommate suddenly moved out?

ofc you were freaking out

not only was your roommate gone,

how were you going to find a new one?!

jaemin expected your phone call that afternoon and he endured through all your screaming

‘babe, i’m just going to be gone for a year-or two’

‘oR tWO?!’

‘hun, my dad’s injured and his back can only let him do so much. ma’s working too much and i dont have any siblings to help. i figured i could just hold off college until my parents are ready’

ugh, jaemin is such a family boy

‘but jaems! you couldnt have at least told me that yOu wERe mOvING OuT?! and! rent is due soon! i can’t pay for that myself!’

jaemin couldve easily told you to warn yoy

but he didn’t want to tell you bc he couldnt handle you sad and didnt want to upset you

however, now jaemin really understands how shitty that move was

‘tell you what. i’ll pay for this month and make a few phone calls and i’ll get you set up with a new roommate, deal?’

knowing how much of a social butterfly he was, you agreed

ofc you trusted jaemin but part of you feared that he might pair you up with a freak

but he’s not that mean, is he?

you can definitely see renjun doing that but not jaemin

so there you are,,

sitting on your couch alone

without jaemin, your apartment felt really empty

its been a few days since he moved and you were miserable

jaemin hasn’t even texted you about that potential roommate

just as you were about to call him,,

your doorbell rang

you froze and you looked at the time

it was nearing 11 at night and you don’t remember ordering delivery

see,,

if jaemin was here,

he would answer it for you since you would be too scared to do it

but you mustered up your courage and peeped through the peep hole

the man was dressed in all black with a black mask and a black cap with his hood over it with a black hoodie and black pants

ngl, you were terrified and trembling

he rang it again and you jumped

typing out a quick text to jaemin saying ‘hey bub, if i don’t text you in an hour, that means ive been kidnapped so call the police’

you grabbed a pan from the cupboard and gulped before you opened the door

thinking he would just walk forward and grab you, you closed your eyes and raised your pan over your head and swung

a shriek from in front of you made your eyes snap open and found the guy on the floor with a fetal position

you both just froze for like a phat minute

snapping back to reality, you held the pan in front of you

‘if youre going to kidnap me, i got a pan and im not afraid to hit you with it!’

you tried to sound intimidating but your voice was shaking so much

the guy stood up and he took off his hat and the mask to reveal a blonde haired kid

okay, so you were sHOokETh

damn! this boy is fine!

he gave you a shaky smile and held out his hand

‘hi! i’m lee jeno! you must be y/n? jaemin told me you had an opening for a roommate?’

now you noticed the two duffle bags at the side

the embaressment and the shame settled in slowly and you found yourself burning up

nodding, you motioned him to come in

jeno awkwardly walked in and was amazed at how big the layout was with the low rent

‘yea, its kinda hard to believe that we only pay that much. at first i thought there was a ghost in here and that’s why its so cheap’

you tried to make small conversation but laughed weirdly at jeno’s slightly terrified face

‘no! there really is not ghost here! ive lived here for a year and there hasnt been anything so please dont understand! please be my roommate!’

you begged and jeno thought you were weird

but jaemin was right, you were weirdly adorable in a way

so that’s how you and jeno became apartment buddies!

now onto the good stuff!

so, jeno is a vv clean guy

like he’s the type to just pick up a wrapper in the street and throw it in the garbage

so naturally, he likes to keep the apartment as tidy and neat as possible

but you being a mess you are,

you usually leave a lot of things everywhere

lets just say you have a short memory

‘oh? how did that get there?’

eventually, jeno gets sick of it and he confronts you with it

ofc you understand and you actually try to be better

since jeno is literally the most perfect roommate

maybe even better than jaemin

(but don’t tell him that)

jeno is the type to re-stock the pantry with snacks and the fridge with ice cream

since youre both college students, ramen is practically always available in the house 24/7

he also makes the coffee every morning since he works early and wakes up first

even though he doesn’t like the drink and prefers milk, he still notices how you survive off of coffee

babie likes to pick you up some iced americano while he gets a frappe

you on the other hand,,

you’re very surprised

when you got to bed after showing jeno around,

you messaged jaemin

ofc he was worried af and was blowing up your phone

‘WHAT?!’

‘bitch answer the damn phone!’

‘whatthe fuck is happening?!’

‘i need to know if you’re still alive!’

‘oh fuck i shouldnt have moved out’

smiling softly at how worried he was, you responded to him

‘you hoe, it hasnt been an hour yet so chillax. i’m alive, unfortunately, and i just met my new roommate. again, thanks for the heads-up. youre so bad at those. i literally thought he was a burgular or a kidnapper. but he seems chill and emo. just my type.’

but jeno is F A R from C H I L L

oh my goodness,,

hes a crackhead

theres this sound he makes when he’s confused and you couldnt figure out if its cute or weird or if he’s doing this on purpose or thats just how he is

you and him basically communicate with memes

sometimes, at the weird hours at night, he sends you a dumbass meme

you cant help but snort 

also, you promised to take jaemin out to dinner to repay him for the great roommate

‘hes literally one of the best people youll ever meet. it just so happen he needed a place to sleep. now you owe me’

hes a science major while you were a computer major

he basically brings home weird stuff to analyze and it just hella stinks

but hes considerate enough to actually put it outside

whenever he’s focused, he talks to himself or the thing he’s analyzing

‘okay mr. fishy. your scales are really big and its bigger than average’

its so cute

oof also!

jeno doesnt have a job yet he always makes rent on time with extra money to spare

he even sometimes buys you stuff saying, ‘they reminded me of you’

for your birthday, he bought you a pearl necklace that mustve costed thousands

at first, you thought he was a chaebol or smth

which you wouldve been vv jealous of bc youre a struggling college student who works at the coffee shop

but, you were answered when you caught him walking in half-dazed and half-asleep with cuts all over his face

it was like 2 in the morning and you were pulling an all-nighter for some project and wanted to get a glass of water

but here he is, hood up, lip busted, black eye, cheek cut

you shrieked and ushered him to sit on the dining chair

thinking he got mugged or something, you start drilling him questions

‘hun, if you were beat up, we need to call the police! this is illegal!’

but jeno chuckles and brushes the stray hairs out of your face as you tend to his lip

‘pls dont. if you do, ill be broke and i wont have money to pay rent then i cant be your roommate anymore’

cue confused y/n

‘wUT?’

‘if i dont make money, youll kick me out and youll have to find another roommate. i dont want you to go through that hassle again’

ofc you were flattered that even during this situation, hes still thinking about you

‘how is this making money?!’

‘i cant believe youre oblivious to so many things. i thought for sure youve caught on.’

more confusion

‘eXCUse mE, lEE JEno? since when have you started coming home with all these things in your face?’

you were worried that this wasnt the first time this happened

but if you think hard about it, thats why he always wears his mouth masks and he always has his blonde fringe down and sometimes wears sunglasses even though its cloudy outside

‘ohmygod lee jeno are you in a gang?!’

jeno was shocked that you came to that conclusion but laughed at how adorable you were rn

with your wide eyes and mouth open

‘nah, bro. i box. its the only way i can make easy money.’

‘but,,, why did you hide this from me? if you needed money i couldve helped you’

he looked at you skeptically

‘sis, you could barely afford that muffin the other day’

lee jeno now looked different from the jeno you met the first day

What you thought to be an innocent little squish was a fighter at night

‘yah, can-um-you need to take this off’

you mumbled while tugging on his sweatshirt

he nodded and slipped it off

he explained why he came late when he first moved

‘i had a late night match and yknow,, school and all, i barely had enough time to come'

as you dab the wound, you try to make small talk to distract yourself

 ‘so,, youve been boxing this whole time?’

you asked, trying not to get distracted to the way his tight shirt clung to him, showing his defined body

there were bruises up and down his arms and his knuckles were busted

‘yea. i have been since senior high. gotta make money, yknow?’

‘but jen, you can work in coffee shops or at local bookstores. its not worth seeing you busted up like this’

your lips trembled at the thought of him being beaten up too hard to the point he gets into a coma

jenos eyes widened at your wobbling lips and he softly cupped your face

‘hey, im okay and ill be fine. you dont have to worry about me. i usually win, anyways’

his confidence made you chuckle

‘i trust you, lee jeno. just make sure to make it home to me every night.’

‘i know you do and i will. always.”

ever since then,

youve become his little caretaker

youve informed jaemin of what hes been doing and he knew but didnt want you to judge him immediately

smh, jaemin really sucks at informing people

but jeno tries to help you keep up

he even sends you texts that hes fighting that night and your little ‘fighting!’ always makes him smile

his manager and friend, chenle, noticed that hes starting to smile more

chenle likes boxing and wants to be a part of it but doesnt want to be hurt

so,, what better to be the manager of his friend

‘yah, hyung. what’s got you giggly today?’

jeno pointed to the screen and giggled at the little good luck gif you sent

his eyes turned to crescents and chenle smirked

‘wah, you like her, don’t you?’

at the mention of ‘like’, his smile dropped and he shook his head

‘no. of course not. shes just a friend.’

chenle being chenle,,

he continues to prod

‘okay. so every night, you make it your priority to make sure you’re home by 2 in the morning for your friend’

smh, chenle youre so annoying

but hes so right

ever since you caught him,

hes been making sure he gets home at the same time 

he sends you a text that hes on his way and you set your ringtone at a very high volume so you wake up and take care of him

during fights, he makes it his sole mission to make out of this alive and a winner for you

but that never crossed his mind as his feelings for you

he just thought of it as making you not worry for him

but then, he starts to think about your stupid little habits

the way you make this face whenever you dont understand

or when you still leave little post-it notes everywhere with ideas you come up with

he noticed it all and he loves them

‘hOLy ShIT!’

that night was when he realized his feelings for you and he was so dedicated on finishing it that he quickly won and he dashed home with his money

bursting through the door, you looked at him with wide and startled eyes

‘what’s wrong?’

you came running but he scooped you up to a hug

ok you were confused but relieved that he was home and alright

jeno looked at your face and wanted to confess but chickened out at the sight of you

you were so good to him and honestly, he doesnt deserve you

(his thoughts, not mine)

‘i-i’

he stuttered and you motioned him to continue

‘i won!’

he shouted and you congratulated him, even though he literally won all the time

guiding him to the chair, you began to dab his cuts

(dab that bitch)

‘im starting to think that your opponents either really suck or youre like the god of boxing’

he didnt know how to take that but blushed red at the mention of him being a ‘god of boxing’

‘nah, im just good’

you eyed him and smiled

he continued to watch you heal him and inspected your face

heavy eyebags and sunken cheeks, it mustve been a long night

he felt a pang in his chest thinking that you push your stuff away just to help him

‘you dont have to keep doing this for me, yknow’

you halt and look at him seriously

‘i know i dont. but i cant sleep at night thinking youre in pain and alone when i can be there for you’

even though he just realized it, jeno was pretty sure he fell in love with you a long time ago

but if it was possible, he fell in love with you even more

‘thank you’

his soft voice filled the silence and you vowed that you will always be there for him whenever he needs help

a few days later, jeno hasnt been to a fight

sure you were worried at what was going on in his head but partly relieved that you dont have to see him so battered anymore

but this was so un-jeno

just as you were about to talk to him about it, he announces he got a job at the bookstore down the street

‘huh? i thought you didnt want to work’

you question while he looked sheepish

‘i realized that i was starting to become a burden since you take care of me every time. so i thought i should quit and get a regular job. besides, it doesnt hurt as much’

he laughed but you didnt react

‘lee jeno, you gave up boxing and the money,,, for me?’

he nervously looked up at you and you noticed the redness of his cheeks

‘i-well-if you put it that way’

‘listen to me, im flattered and i truly love that you dont want to get beaten up anymore. but i dont want you to quit something you like because of me'

‘but you always take care of me and push your priorities away to clean me up. i dont do anything in return and i dont think its fair!’

he argued and a soft smile crept up your face

‘yah, lee jeno'

your voice became a whisper

‘it doesnt matter to me if you dont do anything in return bc i dont see this as a favor. you are mine to take care of and i will do anything for you, you understand that?’

he looked at you in shock after hearing your response

he also turned red at the mention of him being yours

‘so-but-i dont think-'

he stutters but you place your hands on his arms making him stop

‘all i ask is you to come back home, to come back to me'

by now, yall were blushing

even though it might not sound like it,

but yall just indirectly confessed to each other

yall stared at the ground and jeno looks up, biting his lip

‘hey, y/n, can i make it up to you with some coffee?’

your head darted up and looked at him with wide eyes

‘like-like a date?’

it came out suddenly and you stepped back in surprise, cursing yourself

but jeno chuckled, eyes scrunching cutely

‘it'll be one of many'

lmao i didnt really like this but i made it at 2 in the morning and i kinda like boxer!jeno

[rising-generations]

Ishimondo Meme

Ishimondo

Dating

How did their relationship truly begin, friendly or otherwise? Well we can all guess how their relationship started as it’s not much different here from canon. But so far as their romantic relationship...

When did they realize they liked each other? Mondo realized it a few months after they became friends but kept it to himself. Taka was attracted to Mondo from day one but he had no idea what romantic feelings felt like so he said nothing.

Who asked the other one out, when did they do it, and how did they do it? Mondo asked Taka out halfway through their first year together via lots of nervous yelling in the middle of the hallway after school. He waited outside of the student council room for Taka for like two hours and worked himself up so much that he pretty much screamed “WILL YOU DATE ME” when Taka came out. No worries though because he yelled “YES” right back.

Who do they tell first about their relationship, why, and how do they react? Chihiro, Daiya, and Takaaki are the first ones to know because of their closeness to them. Chihiro was an obvious choice and she was excited. Daiya more or less expected they were going to date at some point because he saw the budding romance first. Takaaki isn’t exactly pleased at the choice of boyfriend of his son, but he’s happy that Taka is happy.

Is anyone very against or very enthusiastic about the relationship and why? Chihiro is quoted as saying “If they had waited any longer to start dating I would have actually died.” She just wanted to see her two idiot friends be happy.

When do they go on their first date? Their first date happens about a week after they become a couple, and it’s at a local diner. Nothing incredibly fancy but neither of them mind cause they’re with each other.

When do they have their first kiss? Taka kisses Mondo on the way home after their first date! It’s incredibly surprising for Mondo but not unwanted.

Proposal

Who proposes and how do they do it? Does this proposal end in a “yes” the first time, or do they have to ask more than once? Kind of linked to the "family building" part, but Taka proposes! It's not explicitly or completely because Mondo was pregnant, but that was kind of a big deal at the time. Because of that, Mondo was nervous about saying "Yes" at first because he didn't want it to only be because he was pregnant. But Taka was able to assure him it wasn't, so Mondo gave a pretty enthusiastic "Yes" which was half-yelled and half-cried.

Who do the happy couple tell first, why, and how do they react? Mondo tells Daiya and Taka tells Takaaki, and together the two of them tell Chihiro. Mondo telling Daiya is fairly obvious and although Daiya is worried at first for his little brother due to the circumstances, he's pretty happy because he knows Taka's a great guy. Takaaki... is very concerned about his son's age (18 at the time) and while he's not completely comfortable with it, he knows that Taka is deeply in love with Mondo and he's very adamant about marrying him so there's not really much he can do about it. So he overall supports his son. Mondo and Taka tell Chihiro together because they couldn't decide on who was going to tell her. She says if she's not standing by one of them as their best woman she's going to disown both of them.

Who does most of the wedding planning? Taka, partially because Mondo is pregnant and he doesn't want him to stress about it and partially because... well, he's Taka.

Is there anyone against them getting married, or anyone who is very excited about the wedding? Why? The entire class is abuzz about the wedding (they get engaged during their final year at Hope's Peak, after all) and they're all generally very excited.

Do they set a date right away, or do they wait? Taka wants a date right away, but Mondo would rather wait because he's not exactly sure if he wants to get married right at the end of the year (at which time they'd have two young babies, their twins) or before then while he's still pregnant. In the end, they're married when he's about five and a half months pregnant to soothe Taka's nerves a little bit.

Marriage

What date are they married on? They actually get married on August 31st, which is Taka's birthday, of course. They both decided it would be a cute thing. Taka is really emotional about it.

Where do they get married? They get married in the park across the street from the diner where they had their first date! Very sentimental.

Who important to them do they invite to the wedding? Their class and families are invited of course, and some friends from other classes, but they keep it fairly small since neither of them want a big wedding. To be fair, though, that does include the entirety of the Crazy Diamonds.

If one or both of them walks down the aisle (or more in a poly relationship), who walks them and why are they significant?

  Taka is walked by his dad of course, and even though he has to use a wheelchair, Daiya walks with Mondo because. That's his lil bro! 

What are they wearing? So someone in the class (coughs, Byakuya and Celeste) anonymously donated cash to the two of them so they could have tailored suits. And Mondo actually has his hair down for once (mainly because Chihiro threatened to rip his pompadour off his head if he showed up with it styled like that and he didn't want to risk her actually following through on her threat).

Do they write their own vows or do more traditional ones? They absolutely write their own vows, but some of them are hard to make out between the crying.

Who officiates the wedding and why are they significant? They wanted the officiant to be a friend, and the only friend of theirs who had the credentials to do so was... Yasuhiro. So Yasuhiro officiates (and he was only a little bit high, so he testifies) and it actually goes really well.

Do either of them cry when seeing the other coming to the altar? They both do. They cry pretty much the entire time. They both think the other one just looks amazing.

What is their immediate reaction after they are officially married? After they kiss, they definitely hold each other for a few minutes and cry some more.

Is there a flower bouquet or something else that gets tossed? Who catches it (and do they get married later)? Takemichi catches the bouquet, though he doesn't get married until several years later, he does get married to Yuta Asahina.

What song do they have their first dance to and why is it significant? Their first dance is to "Unchained Melody" by The Righteous Brothers, which is one song that's both of their favorites and means a lot to them because it was playing on the radio when they had their first kiss.

What is the reception like? It's pretty typical for a wedding! Even with the legion of teenagers and bikers there, they somehow manage to contain themselves and not make too big of fools of themselves. Mainly because Takaaki, a known ex-cop, is there, and because there's no alcohol (partially because of Takaaki, partially because of being underage, and partially because Mondo is pregnant so if he can't drink neither can anyone else). Takaaki and Taka obviously have a father-son dance and Mondo dances with both Daiya and Chisa as he considers them his parents in place of his biological father (an asshole) and his biological mother (who is dead).

Do they consummate the marriage? You bet your fuckin' ass they do. I mean, they pretty much got into the whole situation because they can't keep it in their pants so naturally they're gonna go at it like rabbits when they have an actual reason (and an entire hotel room to themselves).

Family Building

Who brings up the idea of having kids? Does it happen before or after they’re married? Was it even planned? Their first pregnancy and subsequently their first two kids were absolutely not planned. Mondo got pregnant unexpectedly around the beginning of their last year in Hope's Peak. This, naturally, happens before they're married. They had talked about the possibility of kids when they were both graduates, but obviously didn't expect it to happen so soon.

How do they go about having kids? Is it through a normal pregnancy, adoption, surrogacy, or some other way? Mondo is trans, so they have their kids normally.

Describe the process they go through bringing a child into their family, regardless of what process that is. Mondo's first pregnancy is fairly difficult on him and it ends rather chaotically. He has their older twin in the car on the way to the hospital and they barely make it there for the second one so, there's that. Overall, appropriate for the Oowada-Ishimaru family, who are pretty chaotic as it stands.

How do the new parents react to knowing they’re going to have a baby/child? Mondo finding out he's pregnant is a train wreck to say the least. He doesn't tell anyone for two weeks, then passes out from his anemia in the middle of class, which of course leads to everyone finding out. He was afraid of what would happen when he told, but nothing too awful happens from the fallout, thankfully. Taka... panics, a lot, but he's happy to be a dad.

How do they react when the baby/child comes home? They're both relieved that their kids are finally here and safe, and Mondo's happy that they're not kicking around inside of him anymore. They're totally devoted to their babies.

Kids

How many kids do they have in total? What are their names/ages? So far in the non-despair AU I've been setting this in, they have six kids who are born and two more who have yet to be born. The ones who are born are Shugo (16), Tamiko (16), Ruku (14), Misao (12), Kazusa (10), and Kiyoyuki (10). They thought they were done after Kazusa and Kiyoyuki and then oops! Pregnant.

Which parent gets up more often in the middle of the night to care for their kids? Mondo! It's not that Taka doesn't take an active role, it's just that Mondo more often is the one to get up at night and take care of them.

Which parent goes to PTA meetings more often? Taka, because that's way more of his thing. Also because Mondo has a tendency to get uh... aggressive. Let's just say there've been more than a few incidents.

Which parent is more disciplinary/strict, and which parent is more lax/has trouble disciplining the kids? Unsurprisingly, Taka is far stricter and Mondo is more lax, but surprisingly, Mondo is the hyperchondriac when it comes to what the kids are doing. He's the first one to freak out if he thinks the kids are hurt/in danger/etc. Taka will discipline them when they cause trouble, of course, but he doesn't worry nearly as much as Mondo does.

Which parent do the kids generally like more? The kids tend to go to Mondo more often, but a few of them (namely Ruku and Kiyoyuki) are closer to Taka. They, like Taka, are autistic, so they have more in common with him and find it easier to talk with him than the other kids at times.

When/if they have siblings, how do the kids react? Shugo is just tired. She wants her parents to just... stop reproducing already. Every time she starts to hear the words "you're gonna have a sibling" she starts groaning. It's not that Shugo doesn't love her siblings, she's just tired of them, for God's sake. Tamiko doesn't really see it as any of her business, and the little ones don't bother her as much so she doesn't mind watching after them whenever a new one comes along.

How often do they have family nights or events? They have dinner together almost every night barring extreme circumstances, and often they try to get together to do fun things like games more often as well.

Describe each kid’s relationship with their parents. Shugo has a strained relationship with Taka, a far better one with Mondo, mainly due to her talent as the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader after Mondo became an alumni. Tamiko, on the other hand, has a far stronger relationship with Taka, being the Ultimate Lawyer. Ruku is closer to Taka, but she loves both of her dads equally. Misao, despite being a flirt, is fairly straight-laced, but has good strong ties to both of his dads. Kazusa is very rebellious and clashes with Taka a lot, so she prefers Mondo over him. Kiyoyuki, on the other hand, much prefers Taka, though none of the kids would ever say they hated one of their parents.

[somelazyassartist]

10 and 12!

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

I'd have to say my favorite enemy was the ghost of the lady that owned our party's mansion before we moved in. She was a pain in the ass to get rid of. Hallows didn't like her very much because she magically made Hallows physically age 20 years (lucky for Hallows it didn't do shit to her appearance cuz she's a really young Elf so she still looked exactly the same) and immediately said "fuck this" and escaped through her tower room window to get A) the Royal Guard including Ciggus who was not actually Hallows' son at that point in the story, and B) the local Priest who did all of the work and saved all of our party's asses. But I personally really liked that encounter and had a lot of fun with it.

My least favorite enemy was probably the Intellect Devourers we had to fight. Their hosts beat the absolute shit out of Hallows, and nearly made our Barbarian, Borylter, braindead by leaving him with only 1 intelligence, though he got better after a long rest. But I did enjoy the aftermath of that encounter, where Hallows had a really touching heart-to-heart with said Barbarian (only because, and I quote, "I would never admit this if you weren't too stupid to understand what I'm saying") where she admitted to him that despite how much she teases and antagonizes him, she sees him as her best friend and he makes her really happy to be alive again. Hallows would be lying if she said she didn't secretly wish he could have remembered her saying that. 

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

+1 Chalk, The Great Table Debacle of 2019, Impromptu Therapy, Apples, and "Fine, but I'm not looking" are the five that immediately pop into my head, though I'm sure we have many more than that.

+1 Chalk: our party had found a magical forcefield that had a different effect on everything you sent through it. Hallows sent her familiar Morticia through it, rendering the cute lil bat unharmed but now invisible, our Tabaxi, Loki, ran through it twice and caught on fire both times (he had Hallows chuck him by the tail and the scruff of his neck like a battering ram for a third time, but nothing happened except him faceplanting into a wall), and Borylter threw a piece of chalk through there, which made the chalk faintly glow but otherwise be completely useless. We refer to the whole scenario as "+1 Chalk" because while it was highly entertaining, it was ultimately pointless, like the chalk itself.

The Great Table Debacle of 2019: we were exploring a dungeon and came across a room that had nothing but one huge banquet table full of food in it. After some poking around we found out that the table itself was magical and would replenish any food eaten off of it, and we all collectively decided we Wanted It. We debated- I shit you not- for ten straight minutes on how to get that thing out of the dungeon and back home. Our plan was to rip it apart and put the pieces in Ciggus' bag of holding, and then once we got it home we'd use the Mending Cantrip as many times as needed until it was whole again. Eventually our DM told us to just move on and if we really need to we can come back later because please can we just get on with the story. Quarantine cut our campaign short and we never did get to go back for that table.

Impromptu Therapy: For the first mission we ever did (the one that had our party meet in the first place), we were all collectively hired to go find some dude's missing girlfriend. When we eventually found her, she was 100% about to throw hands with every single one of us, including her boyfriend. Everything was reaching a boiling point and shit was about to go down, before I got my turn and I was like "can we, I dunno... Try to defuse the situation before somebody gets hurt?". The DM let me roll for Persuasion- of which Hallows happens to have a +9 in- and I ended up with a solid 23. So out of nowhere Hallows basically just asked 'em to sit down and she helped them talk out their emotions and ended up getting them back together, while the rest of the party dug around and stole stuff. Hallows actually became pretty decent friends with the girl afterwards, since they both work at the same theatre company.

Apples: at the start of the campaign Borylter decided that whenever he'd try a new food that he'd roll a d20 to see how much he liked it. Our Artificier happened to have some apples in his bag and offered him one, and, on his first time trying any new food, he rolled a nat 20. Apples being Borylter's one weakness was a pretty strong running joke in our party.

"Fine, but I'm not Looking": we had been fighting some Vampires on our first mission, and were in the middle of interrogating the last one alive. Borylter held him hostage while the rest of us pried the information for where the missing girl we were looking for was. When we got what we needed, we decided that the best thing to do was to finish him off. Only Hallows had any real objections, but gave in, saying "fine, but I'm not looking", and turned the other way. However- for important context- our player tokens were all these little paper dolls that had a very tiny doodle of each of our characters on either side (our DM made them for us and I'm gonna see if it's possible for him to send mine in the mail, but this is a rough idea of what it looked like)

That doodle was printed on both sides of the player token. So when I reached over and flipped Hallows the opposite direction to indicate that she had turned around, it just showed the same picture and effectively ruined my point, however it made Borylter laugh so hard he struggled to get through describing snapping the Vampire's neck, so I count that as a win.

[ofmallory]

( tati gabrielle , cis female , she/her, twenty-four ) omg ! i was walking yonge street downtown , and you’ll never guess who i saw . mallory roth ! i just saw a post about them on sixsecrets ! i think it said something like “ still no word on the status of mal roth's next album — but at least twitter stans are posting some hilarious memes about the three - year - long wait ” . isn’t that wild ? i guess it makes sense through , since they’re apparently fickle and self-absorbed . but i’ve heard they’re also ardent and ingenious ! i’ll just stick to giving them the benefit of the doubt . i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous singer / songwriter ! you know , i’ve actually heard rumors that ____ , but they’re just rumors … i think . i dunno . if you happen to run into them , tell them i’m their biggest fan ! ( sam , she/her , 23 , est )

* lorde career claim !

greetings and salutations! i’m sam and i’ve been thinking about this muse for aaaages, but this is my very first time writing her! character info is under the cut and of course, please message me if you would like to plot!

triggers : abandonment, theft, car accident.

STATS

FULL NAME: mallory corine roth ; born mallory im

NICKNAMES: mal, moll, mollie

GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis female + she / her

DOB + AGE: december 31st, 1995 +  twenty - four

ZODIAC: capricorn

HOMETOWN: oakland, california

ORIENTATION: panromantic / pansexual

OCCUPATION: singer / songwriter

HISTORY

mallory im was born and raised in oakland, california. her mother was a nineteen - year - old pre law student at uc berkeley and her father was in the midst of his fifteen minutes of fame as a musician with a number one song on the radio. he was in town for a gig which mal’s mother attended, and then just a few weeks later she discovered that she was pregnant. her parents ( mal’s maternal grandparents ) were absolutely furious. they disowned her on the spot, kicking her out of their house and stopping their payments of her college tuition. forced to drop out, she resorted to working several small jobs at once in order to cover doctor visits and the rent for her small, run - down apartment.

much of what mal knows about her early childhood is things that she was told rather than things that she actually remembers. after she was born, her mother resumed her college courses in between her revolving door or minimum wage jobs. her parents were civil with each other. by the time that she was born, her father’s career had completely fallen off and he put most of his earnings into starting a record label ( that wasn’t very successful at first ), but he would still send them some money every once in a while.

mal was three years old when her mother began dating a local businessman. the owner of a luxury car dealership, he was slightly older and a widower with two children of his own, and he and mal’s mom fell absolutely smitten with each other. it wasn’t long before they were picking out flower arrangements and setting a date for their wedding ( mal was the flower girl and her soon - to - be stepbrothers were groomsmen ). 

after the marriage took place, mal’s new stepfather was completely committed to taking care of the new members of his family. he moved them into his home, paid for mal’s mother to complete her degree, and even formally adopted his new stepdaughter, her surname officially changing to roth. 

the few years that ensued were uneventful outside of a few things : mal started taking music lessons, her stepbrothers went off to college and so she became the only child of the household, and her mother completed law school and opened up a practice in the city. 

mal tried countless hobbies, but nothing besides music could hold her interest for long. in high school, she joined the skater kids clique and started to rebel. it was just small things at first : sneaking out after curfew, trying cigarettes, drinking at the skate park with her friends on the weekends. her parents had noticed of course, so they scolded her a little and figured that was that. spoiler alert : it wasn’t.

at approximately two in the morning on her sixteenth birthday, mal and a few of her friends drunkenly stole a car from her stepfather’s dealership and wound up crashing into lake merritt. mal was behind the wheel at the time. fortunately, no one was seriously injured. her parents were simultaneously relieved and furious. however, they were far more interested in helping her rather than punishing her. deciding that a change of scenery and being away from her friends who they deemed to be a bad influence might be good for her, mal’s mother and stepfather sent her to live with a virtual stranger.

in the years since he had started his record label, mal’s father had upgraded his reputation, going from washed - up musician to successful businessman and mentor. he’s credited with launching the careers of several artists in the genres of rap and r & b. he was earning more money than ever, dating beautiful celebrities, and buying all sorts of expensive items for himself. he sent cards & money for birthdays & holidays and called on the phone every once in a while, but mal had never met him.

she never thought much of it. their first in - person meeting was actually rather anticlimactic. his chauffeur picked her up from the airport and brought her to his enormous bel air mansion, and he was just leaving for work when she arrived. he told her to make herself at home, and that was it.

mal spent her first few weeks in los angeles exploring her new home. she poked around the edges of the local party scene and found that it had lost its appeal for her after the accident, so she turned her attention to the one constant in her life : music.

she started accompanying her father to the studio and quickly caught onto the basics. at just sixteen years old she was writing songs that artists were literally fighting over, but as she noticed her words growing more and more personal, mal started keeping songs for herself and soon she had more than enough for an entire album.

the song royals was released in 2013 when mal was sixteen years old, written about her first impressions of los angeles as someone who had never left their less famous and glamorous hometown. it was kind of an experiment. no one really knew what was going to happen, but no one was expecting the song to become the PHENOMENON that it did.

royals was critically acclaimed, spent nine weeks at the number one spot on the billboard hot 100 chart, and went on to win two grammy awards : best pop solo performance and song of the year.

her debut album pure heroine was released in 2013 as well, and her second album melodrama was released in 2017. the long break in between albums became a literal meme that’s starting to pop up again now that it’s been around three years since mal has released something new.

she moved to toronto in 2016 while she was working on her second album. it was just supposed to be a little vacation that would hopefully help to clear her head because she was struggling to write at the time, but mal wound up falling in love with the city and decided to make it her permanent residence.

PERSONALITY

Perfectionist™️

I HATE EVERYBODY by halsey is honestly a perfect explanation for how she typically is in her personal relationships. she falls hard and fast, and when the relationship inevitably disintegrates she’s devastatingly heartbroken until she discovers a new infatuation. she does it with both romances and friends, moving through the lives of people around her in search of something she’s never found.

basically, she wants love but expects it to happen right away, and when it doesn’t she immediately writes off the relationship as a failure. 

the type of person to literally move to a new house if her refrigerator stopped working because she doesn’t feel like getting it fixed.

almost overly generous with friends. you like her perfume? here, take the bottle! car broke down? come on, she’ll buy you a new one! material things = love is something she isn’t even aware that she believes in, but she absolutely does.

she’s REALLY self - centered though. people do often approach her for advice, but she’s just not a good listener.

lowkey insecure and worries that she’s unloveable but she’d never outright say so except for in her music.

she’s approachable, but not really the chatty, small talk type. because of this, she’s gotten a bit of an unfair reputation for being frigid in the media.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend ( basically the one person she’s never gotten even a little bit bored of. )

friends ( usually surface level, but also former friends, childhood friends, industry friends )

industry rivals

enemies

pr relationships ( romantic, platonic, negative, but all 100% fake )

exes / hookups / ewb / fwb 

her current infatuation - could be platonic or romantic

THERE IS A POTENTIAL CONNECTION THAT INVOLVES HER SECRET, SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME IF YOU MIGHT BE INTERESTED AND WE CAN DISCUSS!

these are just some base ideas for connections, so please don’t feel limited to what’s listed here!

[biracialalistair]

 tagged by @pestopascal xoxo loce u ellen

tagging @doollee @frixione @meatarchivist @diaroza​ @pastelbelmont​ and @kesterite​

> choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

uhh be prepared for some MIXED MEDIA LMAO

1. https://biracialclaude.tumblr.com/post/616252101555847168/i-started-this-setleth-playlist-a-while-ago-and

this album cover i made for my setleth playlist... i know i bump this like at least once a month but im still really happy with the way it came out, especially the gold accents which i haven’t done in a while... also the playlist itself ok... link is in the link

2. https://biracialclaude.tumblr.com/post/190652823920/local-professor-adopts-9-children-despite-being

(FULL COMIC IN LINK) this is the most ambitious background work i’ve ever done and i still ask myself sometimes WAS IT WORTH IT?? WAS IT WORTH IT?? 

3. Guilty as CHARGEd - FH:R

THIS IS SUPER NSFW BE WARNED

There’s a poster on his wall of a girl group you don’t recognize. It makes sense, given the apparent age of the poster – you weren’t really into music at the time, and you’re again reminded of how much older than you Ortega is – and you’re overcome with the image of Ricardo with a Walkman, a mouth full of braces, a pimply chin covered in the attempts of a beard. The way you’ve seen him immortalized in frames all over this house. At his homecoming dance, at his senior prom.

It’s hard to see the poster upside-down, and you want to tease him about it but you know he’ll lift his head from between your thighs and that’s the last thing you want. Instead you pocket the information for later and pull on his hair a little harder.

I’m mostly just proud of the fact that this is the #2 most popular fic in the chargestep tag on AO3 tbh... y’all freaks lmao

4. (im)patience - FE:3H

ALSO SUPER NSFW BE WARNED

“Was that… all right?” Seteth asks, finally.

Byleth’s laugh rumbles over his skin. “I told you it would be perfect, Seteth. And it was.”

He rubs his hands up her arms, over her back, just to convince himself that she’s still there.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

It’s not something that he can name, really. It still feels like he’s in a dream, and that he’ll wake up alone in a war-ravaged world, and that this hope he’d allowed himself to have will be ripped from him. It all happened too easily, too quickly, too perfectly for this to be his reality.

yes i know, i know, more setleth, more smut, but like this was my first pass at writing their dynamic and i was very pleased with the results and i love mr seteth..

5. Song of the Ancients - original

For as long as I’ve lived, I have always been hungry. In Pomeri and the early days in King’s Cove, it was a physical hunger – not enough food on the plate, not enough coin in my pocket. Then, surrounded by social ladders and hedonism of the worst kind, I became hungry for power, wealth, pleasure. In the peacetime at Mahar’il, after I’d been turned, I hungered for Faya – for her touch, for her rare toothy smile, for her coffee-scented skin under my tongue – I wanted to consume every moment of my now-limited time with her.

And after her… after her, I was never again satisfied.

I was born Cara of Pomeri. Cara Glieri of Pomeri.

unfortunately i can’t link this one, as it’s a 90-ish page long novel WIP that’s spread over like 5 word docs on my laptop. but this is the longest i’ve ever stuck with a project (not counting nanowrimo 2012 or my TV pilot script) so i’m pretty proud. and yeah, i’m just now realizing that i wrote all this within the past year lol

BONUS: 

THIS MEME which i’ve gotten a LOT of use out of over the past year ldskjflsdkjflsdfjdslfkj