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homesteadchronicles​:

A Note on Writing Kind Characters

We often judge a character’s kindness the same way we would the Powerpuff Girls: are they made of sugar, spice, and everything nice? I’m here to tell you that while sweetness can be indicative of kindness, it is not synonymous with it.

Characters are not only kind because they cannot fathom being cruel. Characters can be kind because they know just how cruel they can be and opt for compassion instead.

Characters are not only kind because they think nothing of themselves and only think of others. Characters can be kind because they desperately want someone to show them the same consideration after a lifetime of manipulation and rejection.

Characters are not only kind because they love to help with every little issue. Characters can be kind because they fear what will happen if they’re not, if no one else rises and all goodness falls away - and they see the same uncertainty in the person they’re assisting.

Characters are not only kind when they keep their mouths clean and their words affable. Characters can be kind by delivering painful truths while the world would let you live with honeyed lies, but they’ll help you grieve and grow from them.

Yes, your characters can be pure, selfless, innocent angels. They can cute as a button and sweet as pie! But they can also be human: healing others instead of harming them because of the hurt they know they could bring about. Instead, these characters - flawed and damaged as they may be - choose kindness.

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Headcanon : The Arrangement 

Since Misato was about twelve she’s been part of her father’s  Omiai arrangement ( A Japanese tradition close to that of matchmaking in western world ). She’s been paired with a boy her age with the intention of unifying two influencing fashion businesses in a more amicable way. 

 Though not legally binding, these “arranged marriages” are already common within the town of  Okaki, and Misato’s desire to cooperate has never been a factor in the set up. 

Even putting the “problem” of her sexuality aside, Misato doesn’t have, nor will she ever have any desire of being with her arranged partner. In addition to being as morally bankrupt as the rest of this greedy town, she finds his advancements disrespectful and his attitude reprehensible.  

She’s not exaggerating when she’s said she’d rather take her own life than follow through with the arrangement. 

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Headcanon: The Town of Okaki 

Overshadowing and overlooking the more obvious slums of Ankadomari is the more well known town of Okaki to which Misato calls home. Regionally known as a sort of  Japanese “Beverly Hills” of sorts, it was built as the living place of wealthy businessmen and retired political officials. The fact that it also houses the most powerful members of the Yukuza branch ruling over Ankadomari is an open secret, however. 

The retired public servants that reside here take the unfortunately common practice in Japan of taking on the high paying jobs of private companies that rely on government contracts. This, with the combination of the population of upcoming businessmen moving into the high-end neighborhoods, result in an environment full of political and economic tension. Though Okaki tries to put on a more pristine appearance, it’s started to become infamous for the shady business practices. Bribery, intimidation by force and even the occasional kidnapping have been known to occur. 

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in another universe we can love freely and fearlessly. no one will ever harass us for it again.

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[ Sissel ] 

It was natural for Sissel to worry about her students. She just can’t help it. If there’s something she can do to help them, she would do it. So she’s not surprised when another student came to her asking about Yumi’s condition.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Hopefully. It’s okay to be worried about her, dear.  I wish I could have done more for her too…” Sissel may not be her mother, but she doen’t really care. “If you notice she’s not well, you can come tell me, okay? I’ll do what I can.”

🎭 - It’s okay to be worried about her.

The words are so refreshing to hear, Misato had to make a conscious effort to not let an exhale of relief. Despite the self-proclaimed strength of her soul, feeling as though she was the only sane person on the earth was an exhausting burden to carry. 

She instead instead raises her head to look over the teacher once more - trying to read her body language more accurately, find some sort of proof to back up this gut feeling that she might be different from the others. That Yumi might have one adult ally in this rotten town that had turned against her so unjustly.

It was time to make a leap of faith.

“Sensi, with all due respect....what you ask is a more monumental task than you might think. Yumi is....never well. Nor would I expect her to be in her situation. Ts’ a miracle you were able to hold a conversation with her at all, some might say.”

She takes the time to collect her thoughts, holding out her clasped hands in front of her. It was so cruel to rob her classmate of the small bit of privacy having a new teacher would grant her....but she didn’t want Sissel learning about it from someone with a more wicked and judgmental heart. 

“I...don’t suppose you know anything about Yumi’s mother?” 

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[ Haruna ]

Feeble-minded. She did like that descriptor of those around her and being rightfully refereed to as a woman of culture did definitely boost her ego quite a bit. Honestly humanity was a bit of a tragedy, going in circles with so many lessons and never seemingly learning completely. But she knew a lot of things got better, no matter what pessimists said.

“It’s a sad fate really. You’re right that I shouldn’t surround myself with the uneducated masses, such things is nothing but suffering to my mind.” Perhaps a light exaggeration, maybe even a large one, but she wouldn’t want to surround herself with those who don’t know half the things they are talking about.

She leaned back into her chair slightly, her eyes still keenly reading her book “Nothing is quite as tragic as those who don’t understand the arts, half the artists here belong in the streets rather than at the academy. But life’s unfair to us all sadly.”

🎭- “You shouldn’t - and yet we have little choice in the matter, don’t we?” She replied to Satomi’s previous statement with a sigh, a lock of red hair twirled between her fingers as she thought back to her old school - and all the fools within it. Mindless sheep that followed outdated traditions so blindly when it came to their beliefs....enough to drive an innocent girl into insanity. 

But she shouldn’t dwell too much on the past, not let those hideous emotions resurface in front of her classmate. She’d save that energy for the stage.

“Now, now....would you have us become dictators? I think you should know the consequences of that more than anyone else here.” Her voice was decisively more serious on this topic, hand placed on her hip as her visage turned into a stern expression “We teach those who do not understand - or else what are our talents for?” 

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@trinitytalents ( Tomoko ) ll Starter Call

🎭 - “Oh, I didn’t mean it as an insult.....I say your talent is unique because it takes a truly well crafted persona to be loved by all. In fact, I daresay it’s own form of acting, no?” 

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@crossed--fates​ ll Starter Call

🎭 - “Excuse me, sir?” 

The vampire had to make sure her voice was slightly hesitant, reflecting the age of her appearance rather than her true lifespan. She didn’t have to fake the slight pitch of panic in it, though - certain her heart would be racing if was still able to beat.

“Have you seen another girl around here? She’s short, with black hair ? I’m looking for my little sister...she went chasing after a black cat...”

It had been her first time seeing one - she supposed she couldn’t blame her from being so excited...but lord, she was a handful...

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@coldcaring​ ll Starter Call

🎭- “You’re free to deny, of course.” Though that sort of statement was usually added as a courtesy, Misato had every intention to pose it as a challenge here. Perhaps that would give her enough incentive to make her join her set crew.

“I just - get worried about my other two girls handling all the work, with both of them having psychical limitations..”

Though that wasn’t technically a lie, she had a feeling Korin would not appreciate her doubting her abilities. 

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{ Starter call !! }

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 And on light of those two headcanons here’s a bit of info that’s not really enough to make its own headcanon page:

Misato can’t handle watching  Kubrick’s The Shinning or a grand majority of Alfred Hitchcock’s movies like The Birds or Psycho 

If you’re not aware, these are films in which the director is notorious for being abusive towards their actors and even disregarding safety at times. I’m talking like - Hitchcock threw live birds at his lead actress despite assuring her before that they’d be mechanical, and she was hospitalized for having a nervous breakdown.  Duvall was forced by Kubrick to repeat a scene in the shinning 127 times to the point where her shaking hands were red and she was genuinely sobbing because of how stressed out and terrified she was, not because she was acting.

I don’t have any doubts Misato would be easily able to pick that up. There’s living terror through another character, and then there’s watching someone’s trauma with your own eyes. Art is supposed to be an escape, a passion - not a hellhole that you can’t get out of. She doesn’t care how ‘good’ the result was. There’s nothing that excuse the suffering of those actors, not when a director’s job should be to help them grow. She pushes her actors to their limits sometimes, but only as far as they are willing and able to handle - because they want to become better. If she ever truly hurt one of them, she’d never be able to forgive herself.

She considers all of these films an abomination to acting and art. 

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SENTENCE STARTERS // AESCHYLUS’ ORESTEIA PART 1: AGAMEMNON

I pray to the gods for release from this drudgery.

To rage in anger for a sacrifice to ease the winds, a sacrifice of a virgin’s blood, is right. 

How’s that? Your word escaped my disbelief.

Your words insult my mind, as if it were a child’s.

The gods are not careless of those that have caused many deaths.

This sickness which you have brings pleasure and distress.

What caused your grief?

To die in peace would be a blessing now.

It has turned out well in the end.

For even aged men are not too stale to learn a lesson well.

Unpalatable truths are not so easily concealed.

Of that no one has any certain knowledge save the sun whose warmth gives increase to the living earth.

How did it end?

But how to address you?

How give honour due and not exceed nor give short measure of praise to this time of delight?

Since victory has followed me, so let it always stay with me.

Let envy keep its distance.

Well then, you must not dread the evil tongues of men.

For he is not the kind of god to welcome grief.

What is this huge new pain?

What benefit has ever come to men from oracles?

Did I miss the mark, or did I play the marksman properly?

Am I false prophet, babbling at the doors I knock upon?

Yes, make your prayers, but others have murder in mind.

I know no way by means of words that we will serve to resurrect the dead.

You question me as if I were some empty headed girl.

What can I say to match the love I feel?

Your tongue has not the charm of Orpheus by any means.

I know myself that men in exile always feed on empty hopes. 

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[ Yamamoto ]

“…”

Reina had only wanted to say hello, wanted to try and make more friends in the school and hopefully erase some rumours in the process… She did not expect to be stuck listening to a rant. Was she an actor of some sort?

“I…Must admit I do like listening to Rakugo… My Father took me to see a performance once, it cheered me up after an upsetting day at work… I must admit I like to tell stories myself however they are not…Of the comedy sort.”  She doubted most people would like to listen to a good ghost story unless they actually wanted to be scared or genuinely wanted to listen. 

“Is there a genre of sort you prefer? I assume actors have their preferred genres and roles they like to play yes?” 

🎭 - “I by no means speak poorly of it - but an actress such a myself can’t work under those harsh conditions.” She states it was a an exaggerated puff of her chest, despite the fact that she knew fully well that the girl before her couldn’t see it and trying to overblow her fragile self esteem. “I am...how would you say....a method actor? To switch roles so quickly is near impossible to me when I so heavily try and reflect a character’s very soul.” 

The proud smile in attempt to cover up her own failures was disturbed by the mention of Reina’s father - side of her mouth twitching ever so slightly. The topic of parents was still a very sore one after her move here. She clearly felt a pang of jealously; though she would not be so cruel as to name it. No need to ruin a good memory for other girl. 

“A worthy question, dear! I’m wonderfully pleased you’d ask!” 

It didn’t take an astute mind to see her classmate was hesitant about something - though whether it was about the conversation or just a general sense of shyness she could not determine.

“Though I try my best to find the artistic value in all genres, I do have the expect taste of the classics; Shakespeare being a childhood favorite of mine. Anything that has withstood the test of time has done so for a reason, don’t you agree? Medieval settings and tales of heroism are equally something I’d loved to give modern life to, in addition.

“I must admit, however, that lately my tastes have been....of a darker variety. Be it due to my love Korin or my soulsister  Yumi, I’ve found much interest in horror as of late....particularly the tales of heroism against insurmountable odds.”

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you were not abused because of anything you did.

it was not your fault.

it was not your fault.

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🎭 - “Why must it be the folly of man to blame ourselves for things we can not possibly control?”