#Like ofc someone as perfect as I was born with so many issues like.

[rxmye]

Why do beautiful people (me), suffer.

#🪻 : postings #Like ofc someone as perfect as I was born with so many issues like. #Currently trying not to throw up !!! <3

[pretty-toru]

You know something i feel like people should understand before coming to a conclusion wether a guy is a virgin or not is that; virginity wether male or female doesn't translate to innocene or equates it at all. I think that Satoru's smugness, arrogance, cockiness and playfulness is what makes people believe he's a chad so to speak but that's not true at all like that's irrelevant and purity, innocence being tied to virginity is just a pure myth.

Many people are virgins yet they are bold, playful and you name it, i think Satoru's power should also be taken into account when analysing him here, his whole shtick is to literally keep the distance between him and others so they don't touch him. This screams to me not only emotional vulnerability but also intimate and physical touch too. It's a no surprise that he was so determined to perfect it after Toji incident so he can have it run 24/7 and man has trust issues, he's extremely catious, plus he would absolutely never want to get anyone involved in any way because he knows what that means, he had a bounty on him since he was born, imagine that. I think he severely had to push away his personal needs and wants for the sake of others, he has little to no days off and can only wander around when he's on missions so there's that too! Given that people took alot of comments Gege has made to a face value, and given the fact that Gege likes to troll more often than not, i think it's really contradicting everything that he wrote Satoru to be in the manga, who knows maybe Gege would clown on him for not being able to get it but i doubt he even thinks of this for his own character in the first place lol, he is extremely plot driven and only throws a few quips here and there but that's it, he hasn't written Satoru to be a character where romance/sex would be entertained. Plus he never was shown to flirt with anyone, nor his colleagues, only shown that he likes attention because it fuels his big ego lol

Ofc that's not a bad thing, this lets people have various hcs for him and let their imaginations run wild but i hope they know when to hold brakes at least. And i'm mostly speaking here because of my love for this character but it's more on the side of a genuine love rather than thirst, i still let my mind run loose as you probably saw heheh but i also like to take a moment and appreciate him for being a wonderful human being in his own way. Hope you enjoyed reading this, i enjoyed writing for him as usual and let me know what you think! <3

Anon 🤍 I don't think I've told you before but I sincerely enjoy reading your Gojo metas and how you draw the conclusion of your analysis of his character. I know there's more than one way to interpret him but it's really refreshing to hear it from another perspective and to gain a little more insight.

But yeah, I completely agree that the stigma behind virginity is often associated with innocence and purity, and it's often portrayed by a common personality trait(s) such as someone that is shy and reserved and polite. When we think of Satoru, he doesn't fit in those categories with the way he carries himself and not to mention his appearance. He's extremely handsome and good-looking so people readily assume that he sleeps around often because why not? He has the means to and can easily pick up women if he wanted, but he doesn't because it's not a priority for him when he's working towards something bigger than himself and better for the future generations.

The hidden inventory arc definitely played a role in Satoru perfecting his infinity, because he once believed that he was untouchable until Toji proved him otherwise. The sorcerer-killer did what was thought impossible and made it possible, which was a huge eye-opener for him and ultimately aided in his growth and development. But because the outcome led Suguru and him to drift apart he feels safer closing himself off to potential future relationships to protect himself. Hence the push-pull dynamic when he meets someone and why he's so careful about letting people close to him on that level again.

I feel that Satoru has so many sides to him, that Gege's comment about him instantly makes you think he's a womanizer. But what if he can't fully commit and be sincere to someone given that Gojo Satoru himself isn't a normal human being? His entire life the Gojo clan controlled his every move and instilled in his head what he should be until he became old enough to truly think for himself. So his situation and circumstance doesn't allow him to love like regular people do and it takes a special someone for that to happen and we saw that with Suguru (whether you want to believe it's platonic or romantic).

With that said, I love how you ended with an appreciation note for Satoru because I think he's a wonderful mentor and person in his own way too. He really cares for his students and colleagues way more than he actually leads on.

#ask answered #satoru’s angel ᨳ #gojo satoru #anon I always feel honored every time you share with me and ask for my opinion #I don't think I'm good enough when it comes to character metas but it means a lot that you trust me <3 #anyway this is prolly just a bunch of nonsense from my end but yeah :’>

[fluffynexu]

marriage and birthrate in the empire

like with many cultures and societies, the empire has its customs and norms when it comes to things like marriage.

for the vast majority of ppl in the empire, sith or imperial, monogamy is the most common type of marriage seen. and within monogamous unions the couple can be of any combo of gender or sex.

for simplicity’s sake the color code is as followed: RED, female BLUE, male PURPLE, trans/nb/intersex

those in higher castes have more stipulations, considerations, and thought put into their partners rather than those in lower castes who can casually hook up with whoever they want.

another type of marriage that is seen, though not very commonly, are polygamous marriages.

with a poly marriage there is the head of house (crown icon) and the spouses/consorts (no crown).

these unions are typically only seen among sith families with prestige and history, but it’s not completely unheard of for some imperials to have them as well.

a monogamous marriage can turn into a poly one. if the head of house is like “hey, there’s this person i met... and i kinda like them? maybe if you vibe with them, i can bring them into our union?” and their spouse says “cool beans.” then yea, more spouses lol.

within a poly union, all children must be of the head of house’s bloodline. and the children produced with the first spouse (grey box) become the household heir(s)... usually.

and while all of the spouses/consorts may be married to the head of house, any/all parties can engage in whatever intimate activities they want with each other. the only “unacceptable” thing would be to produce any children that does not involve the head of house.

so you could have two husbands or wives that are way more into each other than the head of house. and it’s all seen as totally cool and fine. such attitudes however are more common among the sith than with humans.

now speaking of heirs.

for those in the upper castes, having An Heir of some sort is important and kind of a big deal. it’s part of the reason why getting juuust the right marriage partner is so important. it’ll usually be a thing the families discuss and negotiate over months or even years.

it’s serious business... lol.

but regardless of type of marriage (monogamous or poly), there is the one getting married (crown) and the one being married off (no crown).

those that are married off take the family name of their spouse and all resulting children of the union have that family name.

with the children you’ll either have an heir or a chosen heir.

in the GREEN circle up above you have an example of a plain, regular heir. that is to say, the firstborn.

in the ORANGE circle you have a chosen heir. not the firstborn.

there could be a myriad of reasons on why the family decided on a chosen heir over a regular one. maybe the oldest kid is a dumbass and fucks up. maybe they died before getting married. maybe the kid didn’t want that responsibility. etc.

again, as we move down the caste ladder, the less and less important all these inter-familial details become.

most “common” folk simply hook up with whoever they like, have kids, and their kids go off and do the same. they may not even take on their spouses name depending on how much they care about that.

just on a side note, if the married couple isn’t capable of producing children by themselves modern medicine and technology can help. or if the option exist, they could go the old school, natural route.

for example, among same sex sith couples (PINK rectangles) they will look for and hook up with other couples and... help each other out.

these unions don’t happen too often since they’re only there to make the babies and go on their way lol. though, the two families could stay connected and friendly if they wish.

now this is a lot of pomp and circumstance to get some babies! and you’d be right lol.

bringing in some REAL LIFE FACTS lol, but here’s how things went down and are going down for ppl irl on earth.

you see everywhere on the planet, before the advent of industrialization, you had populations like this.

all the babies. so many babies. but not too many old folk. 

and it’s obvious why. no birth control, lack of modern medicine, famine, diseases, wars, etc etc etc. a lot of ppl died before getting ripe and old.

nowadays, or at least among the Wealthy Industrialized~ nations, it looks something like this.

also a couple of real graphs just to show how drastically things have changed.

a lot less babies!

this is attributed to a LOT of things. full super in depth research here if anyone wants: https://ourworldindata.org/fertility-rate

but in short... yea. birth control, women being educated and being allowed to work means they don’t have to just pump out kids. (which is GOOD btw). and the fact we have a lot more food and access to medicine means more ppl are living longer.

this ofc, is leading to Actual problems tho. bc if you don’t have enough New Ppl to replace the Old Ppl... yea, there will be some societal issues. now, i’m so nOT an expert but imho countries like the US could off set this by... immigration. by letting other ppl into the country to make up for a declining birthrate... but i digress!

within the empire you could have something like this during wartime where you’d have a portion of your adult population go off to fight and probably die.

but the IDEAL is this:

a perfect square of population if you will lol.

as older generations age out and die off, you have newer generation to fill their roles and keep the imperial dream going.

now unlike some modern countries irl that do a terrible job of trying to incentivize young adults into having kids (we all know who lol), the empire aids and supports parents 110%.

paid leave (for both), govt run daycares and schools so that when the kids are old enough to go to those the parents can focus back on their work. either tax breaks or monthly allowances from the govt to help pay for the kids. and usually, extended familial support is more common in the empire. so the question for most ppl in the empire isn’t “do you want to have kids?” but rather “when are you having kids?”

if however someone just vehemently opposes the idea of being a parent, there is no down side. the empire will not force parenthood on ppl since that’s a terrible idea for everyone involved.

that’s basically it... a more informal and jumbled post i know lol.

a few side notes?

teen pregnancy isn’t really a thing. if it happens the attitude is “you’re basically a child so no, you’re not gonna have baby.” (abortion is seen as a health service)

when imperials join the military at 20 (the legal adult age in the empire) everyone, regardless of sex, gets a birth control implant. bc having a lot of young adults close together... ppl are bound to get horny and you don’t wanna have the possibility of anyone having kids in inopportune circumstances so yea. they can have the implant removed whenever their mandatory service is done and get straight to making babies if they want lol.

children born out of wedlock def exist. very frowned upon in upper castes. not really a big deal with lower castes.

can you adopt kids. yes. and unlike rl where you have to pay lots of money, you don’t really pay anything. but the govt will require a lot of forms and check ups and visits and etc etc.

can adopted children become house heirs? yes. if that is the wish of their parent.

god the drama and tropes there must be in their media... “well your father is a lesser consort, so how bout you stfu!” “D:<”

are there “pure love” marriages in upper castes? yes. but a lot of drama revolve around those depending on who is the one being married off.

also, sith can and have been totally disowned if they decide to marry someone without their family’s approval. (this is serious business for them! lol)

y’all are free to send me questions or comments or whatever.

#swtor #worldbuilding #god idk what else to tag this as #literally just... brain vomit #composing some thoughts into one place #long post

[katfett]

ROXANNE (MOD!HVITSERK X OFC)

A/N: Will have multiple parts. Essentially Vikings meets Sons of Anarchy. This just happened when I was trying to write to my other stuff.

HAVEN’T TAGGED ANYONE, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE ADDED TO A TAG-LIST, HOLLA AT ME.

Summary: Roxanne gets stood up at the altar, instead of a reception, her girlfriends take her bar hopping for beers, dancing and singing. She got more than she bargained for in the form of Hvitserk when they wind up in the bar of Lothbrok Auto, the clubhouse of the Vikings MC Mother Charter.

Warnings: Smut.

Tag List: @bloooferladyy

Music: There is a playlist I listened to while I wrote this, from the obvious ones to some weird ones just cause they help me focus.

Playlist found here.

CATCH UP: PART TWO PART THREE

***

PART I

Bar hopping hadn’t exactly been on her to do list. Heck, her to do list today consisted of getting married. It hadn’t been checked off. Roxanne had been embarrassed when she realized he had not shown up. Cold feet had been the excuse from his family. Yeah right.

“Come on Roxy, no dwelling on it,” Tatiana said, taking hold of Roxanne’s elbow. Her friend had been quick to act earlier when they had realized she wasn’t getting hitched. Her bridesmaids had promised her a night of bar hopping and karaoke.

That’s where Roxanne found herself, in some bar in a small country town, about to be dragged onto the stage to sing some terrible pop song. She wasn’t nearly as drunk as she needed to be for this. Stage fright was such a bitch.

“Can we just go do shots at the bar?” Roxanne pleaded, trying to turn and book it to the bar. Tatiana wouldn’t let her go and she whined as Sally helped to turn her. Fiona helped them drag her up onto the stage, even as Roxanne protested the entire way. It probably looked hilarious to the people watching.

***

Hvitserk watched as Ivar lined up his shot. They were playing pool in the back, Ubbe was locked in a kiss with Torvi as Sigurd watched the game. He’d opted out, disliking the way Ivar always managed to beat him. Hvitserk turned and motioned for a sweet butt to hand him his beer. She did so. Hvitserk took in the main floor of the bar.

Ragnar’s place hadn’t changed much over the years, Bjorn had seen to that. Being born to the founding member of the Vikings MC had its perks. They were patched young; it was the only life they knew, and they embraced it wholeheartedly. It gave them time like this, where most of the other patched members kept their distance.

It was a little more packed than usual, they’d been celebrating Floki’s release and return to the fold so there were people mixed in with the club he didn’t know. The bar operated like any other, until you passed the bathrooms. The back corridor into the members rooms beyond was off limits to non-club folk. There usually wasn’t an issue with Whitehair usually acting as a bouncer back there.

He chugged most of his beer as he watched the stage, the karaoke thing had been his mother’s idea. It’d been dead most of the night, but he quirked an eyebrow as he watched three women pull another up onto the stage. They weren’t sweet butts, he knew them all, by name and cup size. He smirked as he watched the three brunettes shove a microphone into the blonde’s hand as they kept her in place.

“Hvitserk,” Ivar called, signaling it was his turn but Hvitserk waved him off, leaning against the railing that separated the pool tables from the main floor. He settled in, nodding as the sweet butt switched out his empty bottle for another one.

This was going to be good.

***

Roxanne growled at her friends. They were the best, and the worst. The microphone in her hands was awkward, she could just drop it, but she realized that would likely turn more attention on them. Her scrambling to get off the stage likely had been a sight. Tatiana had body blocked her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and dragging her back.

The three of them were pointing to the machine where the songs to select from were resting. Riley rolled her eyes. She looked at the songs - Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, fuck nope. I want it that way by backstreet boys, eh, fun but this bar didn’t seem like it would enjoy that. Her eyes scrolled across the next few songs and then her eyes lit up. Oh, that one.

Wild Thing by Tone Loc.

She smirked, if they were going to make her do this, she was going to get them back. Tatiana, who had a sixth sense for when Roxanne was going to fuck with their plans, reached out and hit a different song. Apparently, she’d been taking too long.

Gaping, offended and dramatic as fuck when drunk, Roxanne slapped her hand looking at her incredulously. The beat to Rihanna’s Rude Boy kicked in and Roxanne couldn’t help herself, her hips started moving with the beat. She was going to kill Tati for this. Her friends loved this song, Roxanne loved booty shaking to this song. Not singing it.

Tati wrapped herself around Roxanne and kissed her cheek before forcing her to move with her and Roxanne almost blushed at the whistles and catcalls as they moved in tandem. They had danced many a times to this. Grinding against one another wasn’t the embarrassing part, they had an audience. A bar full of guys in leather.

***

Hvitserk was grinning as he watched the four women grinding and singing, albeit a little terribly, to the song. This was far more entertaining than he’d thought. The blonde and one of the brunettes were grinding against one another. They got lost in the song, not even singing as they nearly put on a whole other show for the boys. The club members were cheering the four on. Hvitserk glanced across at Sigurd.

“Hey bro, you got the music lined up?” When Sigurd frowned at him, Hvitserk pointed to the four on the karaoke stage. “Who needs strippers when you can have drunk city girls.”

Sigurd laughed. Ivar rolled his eyes from where he was engaged in a conversation with Ubbe. “I think I can manage something.”

***

Okay, Roxanne had to admit she was having a blast. The song ended and so did the dancing - to a loud chorus of boos. Instead of the next karaoke song starting up though a heavy rock song filled the bar.

Roxanne grinned at the familiar beat. She loved this song, especially since it shared her name. Fuck it, it was meant to be her wedding night, she would’ve been having her first dance right about now. May as well dance like the single woman she was.

***

Hvitserk was hypnotized. He had been watching the blonde bump and grind to every stripper song he could pump Sigurd to play. She was shorter than her friends, her denim shorts fitting snugly, showing off the curve of her ass as she swung her hips. Her tank top was gaping at the sides, revealing a white lace bra. Long curly hair was damp and frizzy. Hvitserk wanted to bury his fingers into it as he rode her. The sweet butt at his side had gotten bored when he didn’t show her a hint of leaving with her to his rooms in back and turned her attention to Sigurd, joining him by the controls for the music.

Hvitserk finished off the last of his beer as the girls finally tired and started to climb from their stage. A few of the boys helped them down.

Hvitserk ducked under the railing, setting his empty bottle down and running a hand across his jaw as he watched the petite blonde move through the boys heading for the bar looking like she was on a mission. He grinned, perfect.

***

Roxanne leaned over the bar, the woman behind it nodded at her as she asked for water. She was buzzing. The combination of drinking and dancing was doing all the right things to make her happy.

“Hey Hvit,” the bartender greeted with a smile and Roxanne’s brows furrowed. The woman was looking behind her. Turning, Roxanne was taken back by the man standing incredibly close. Hot damn. He was a good head or so taller than her; he was fair, a little bit of stubble and a mop of dirty blonde hair braided back from his face, tied into a man bun at the back and the sides shaved. He had tattoos covering his neck and arms. He was staring at her and Roxanne was all too aware of his deep blue green eyes. It was intense. She didn’t know it was possible in real life for someone to fuck you with their eyes, but he seemed to be doing just that and Roxanne felt a shiver creep down her spine.

Hello hunky biker boy.

The telltale leather vest over his white shirt gave him away. Roxanne smiled at him, not saying a word, and turned back to grab the bottle of water on the bar. If her dancing hadn’t dehydrated her, he certainly had.

“You sure like to grind these hips.”

Another shiver crept along her as he spoke, his deep, raspy voice accented and showing through. It was the hand resting on said hips of Roxanne’s that got her attention; strong fingers dug gently into her hip as the other moved so he could lean against the bar and by default her, given she was standing between them.

“Glad you enjoyed the show,” she said and managed to dislodge him by grabbing her water and ducking under his arm. Tati and the girls were across the sea of bodies.

“Wanna give me a private one?”

Roxanne actually laughed as she took a sip, spraying water back into her bottle at the terrible pick-up line. She glanced at him over her shoulder. He was leaning casually against the bar, watching her. “You wouldn’t be able to keep up.”

The challenge hung between them and the biker disarmed her by gracing her with a smile that was simultaneously cheeky and devilish. How did someone look so cute and dangerous at the same time?

“I think you’ll scream for me first,” he said calmly. Roxanne blushed; people could hear them. The bartender was smiling, trying to appear busy as some of the men around them laughed. She turned, determined to ignore the biker, and ducked into the sea of bodies. She didn’t get far. An arm wrapped around her elbow and she nearly dropped her drink only a hand caught it and then she was pulled back against a warm body.

He didn’t let go of her hand holding the water as he crowded behind her, grinding a little against her ass. Roxanne licked her lips. This was so not how she pictured tonight going.

“Come on, I dare you,” he whispered into her ear.

Hvitserk could feel the tremble in her hand as he spoke. He was loving every second of this. He’d been determined to, at the least get her name, and maybe a quickie in the bathroom but the challenge hanging between them made him want more. He could drag this out.

“I think I’m super drunk,” she mumbled, he grinned having only just caught it.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, his free hand dropping to her waist, slipping beneath her tank. Her skin was warm to touch, and so soft.

“Cause there is no way a hot biker is offering to fuck me senseless the same day I get stood up at the altar.”

He paused and glanced down at her with a quirked eyebrow as she turned her head to look at him a little. He could see the flush deepen in her cheeks. She was serious. He grinned and pried the water from her hand, someone took it from him, and he brought his hand up to tip her chin towards him.

“You got lucky, you didn’t marry an idiot then,” he muttered and then kissed her.

Roxanne whimpered into the kiss. Holy jeez. Her knees were weak from a kiss. She was drunk, very drunk apparently. Not enough to be blackout and not understand what was happening but with her lowered inhibitions she gave in far easier than rational, sober Roxanne would. Heck, sober Roxanne wouldn’t have even been here. His fingers ghosted along her jaw, the hand touching her bare skin at the waist of her shorts was drawing lazy circles across her flesh. The kiss itself was slow.

He didn’t seem to be in a hurry and Roxanne leaned into the kiss. His lips were soft, full, and tasted sweet. Her fingers curled into his leather vest just behind her hip. His hips ground into her, and Roxanne was sure that any man like this shouldn’t exist. His fingers massaged her neck and she moaned, moving in slow motion with him to the music pounding through the speakers. If this wasn’t get you in the mood to fuck music, Roxanne didn’t know what was.

She almost whined as his mouth broke away from hers, his eyes assessing her intently in the dim light.

“Please tell me there is a room somewhere,” she said. He grinned and nodded, loosening himself from her so he could steer her towards the bathroom hallway. Roxanne wasn’t a prude but the idea of fucking in a toilet stall was, well it wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.

He didn’t turn into the bathrooms though, instead he led her deeper through the hall. Coming to a door with a large biker guarding it, Roxanne was surprised when the older man simply moved to the side without a word, just ducking his head in a nod as the biker guided her into another dimly lit corridor.

The door shut behind them and the music became a distant pound. He had his hand joined with hers and a little worried now they were alone, she clutched at it and stepped in close to him, letting him guide her through the hall, past a few rooms. One door was ajar, and Roxanne saw a man with a woman tied up in the strangest position.

At the end of the hall, he turned left to a door. He let go of her hand as he fished into the back pocket of his baggy blue jeans. Roxanne was really doing this. Tati hadn’t stopped her, and why the fuck would she? It was Roxanne’s night to just do whatever the heck she wanted, right?

The soft click of the lock in the silence brought her back to the moment and she glanced up as he looked at her over his shoulder. He was broad compare to her; he was also the total opposite to what she was usually attracted to. Maybe that was why drunk, heartbroken Roxanne was so keen to strip off and let him fuck her.

The door opened and he stepped to the side and motioned for her to step inside. Roxanne let out a soft breath and stepped through the doorway.

The room had a large bed against the opposite wall, the sheets were all messy. A few pieces of furniture were scattered about. A large flag of what she assumed was their biker iconography hung above the head of the bed. She was a little surprised when she noticed that the ceiling had a mirror over the bed. Interesting.

Roxanne turned to face the biker. She hadn’t even got his name. She assumed Hvit was a nickname, they usually gave themselves nicknames, right? He was leaning against the now shut door, tossing the keys onto the chest of drawers to his right.

“I’m Roxanne, by the way,” she said.

He grinned; he really needed to stop doing that. It was enough to make her belly giddy. “Like the song. Hvitserk.”

She nodded, softly testing his name out on her tongue. They stood in a heavy silence, the only sound the bass reverberating from the bar.

“So-“ she started, tapping the sides of her thighs.

“You’ve never done this.”

Roxanne paused, pursing her lips, and looked at the floor, looking at him from beneath her lashes. “A one night stand? No.”

He was smiling and suddenly all her drunken courage seeped out of her as she realized he wasn’t nearly as drunk as she was. “Take off your shirt.”

Roxanne blushed, the tank didn’t really cover much, she used it at the beach a lot, but she’d been hot in the summer night and just thrown it on as Tati had pushed her out the door of the hotel room.

She crossed her arms over and grabbed the ends. He didn’t move, just watched her. This was far more intense than if they were just sloppily going at each other. She tugged the tank up, sliding out of it and looking around for somewhere to toss it. There was a chair nearby. She chucked it over the back of it, then glanced at him.

For a moment she was kind of glad she hadn’t stripped off the white bra and underwear that matched because it made her boobs look incredible and she knew it.

***

Hvitserk had asked for a private show but his fingers itched to touch. Usually, he’d be balls deep in a sweet butt already. The dark grey tank was pulled off and he smirked. The white bra was expensive, this was what her husband would’ve been looking at if the fool hadn’t left her at the altar.

Her tanned skin stood out across the delicate white. He really wanted to touch.

Pushing himself off the door, Hvitserk shrugged out of his kutte and draped it over the back of the chair with her tank. She had her hands buried in the back pockets of her shorts as she watched him. She looked like an angel and he was about to make her fall.

***

Roxanne could feel her heart racing in her chest as Hvitserk laid his leather across the chair, he was careful with it. She smiled at the way he handled something so simple with such care.

“Come here.”

The soft order was direct and straight forward. Roxanne closed the distance between them and stood toe to toe with him. His hands sunk into her curls and she moaned softly as his fingers kneaded her head for a second. His mouth crushed hers, the slow kiss out in the bar was gone. He pulled her in close, holding her captive as he devoured her mouth, teeth biting at her lower lip.

Roxanne moaned into the kiss; it was incredible. When Mike had kissed her, it was usually sloppy. Her fingers found the end of his shirt and she dragged it up his belly, slipping her hands underneath. Hot, hard abs met her fingers, and she traced the sculpted six pack up to his pecs. One of his arms dropped to encircle her waist and drag her completely against him, crushing her hands between them as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Roxanne’s knees buckled as his tongue found hers. Jeez, this man knew exactly what he was doing with his mouth.

She dug her nails into his chest beneath his shirt, grinning as he hissed.

He pulled back just enough to reach over his head and tug his shirt off. Roxanne’s eyes took in the sight; underneath that baggy white shirt was a hard, tattooed body. His arms and shoulders were well defined and that delicious six pack dropped down into a deep v that disappeared beneath the waistband of his briefs which rested a little above his jeans.

Roxanne let out an appreciate breath. “I might have bitten off more than I can chew.”

He chuckled, those hands finding the curve of where her ass met her thighs and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around that trim waist as he peppered kisses along her jaw while taking the few steps to the bed. Instead of laying her back against it, he sat himself down, so she straddled him.

“Wanna dance for me?”

She thought back to her words out in the bar and groaned, dropping her head back as he chuckled. She had pretty much thrown the gauntlet down.

It was hot though; he wanted a private striptease.

Roxanne wasn’t used to drawn out foreplay. She was used to a rough blow job, Mike didn’t know how to pace himself and then he’d be on her like a horny teenager. He hadn’t changed in the four years they’d been together. Roxanne realized she had accepted it because she thought she’d been head over heels. Now, she had this hot biker asking her for a lap dance and realized that there was a lot she had been missing; like the way Hvitserk had stared at her in a room full of people like he wanted to drag her to the floor and thoroughly fuck her there.

“There’s no music in here,” she said, glancing round.

He smirked, leaning back on one hand, and shoving a hand into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. The glow of the phone light highlighted his handsome features.

How did she get so damn lucky on one of the most humiliating days of her lives? A hot biker had intentionally sought her out, turning her drunken partying to forget the misery of this morning into this. She had no doubt he could pull women in easily, the calm casualness of him was gravitating and women likely felt the same thing she did when he focused on them. He tapped away and Roxanne realized just how comfortable she was, half undressed sitting on his lap. Yeah, she snorted internally, she was definitely drunk.

A moment later, Ginuwine’s Pony started up. He looked at her from over his phone, the smallest smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he locked his phone and tossed it to the floor.

Roxanne slowly peeled herself from his lap. He leaned in towards her as she slowly rolled her hips, resting his hands between his legs. Those eyes were so damn intense and made her feel like a fucking million dollars as she slowly ground to the beat. She turned away from him, her fingers unbuttoning her jean shorts. She shimmied her hips, leaning her ass back to him a little as the fabric slid down and then pooled at her feet.

***

Hvitserk watched as she pulled herself off his lap, he put his hands between his legs to keep them off. Her hips moved to the beat and his fingers itched to reach out. He didn’t though even as she turned away from him. That ass in his face, even clad in denim was giving him a hard on. She wasn’t his usual type, he was used to tall, leggy slim brunettes and yet, as she slid those shorts down, he swallowed as that firm ass was revealed. Fuck, he swore to himself. The thong matched the bra. He wanted to bite the globe of flesh that shimmied in front of him.

She straddled him, her ass pressing back into his crotch and Hvitserk moved his hands, reclining back on them as she grounded against his hard on. That curvy figure wriggled and ground so damn perfectly against him. Her legs were draped over his and Hvitserk spread his knees, spreading her own.

Fuck not touching. He leaned back further and reached round to grasp her throat, his hips grinding up into hers.

“Open your eyes,” he said as they ground against one another to the song.

***

Roxanne was loving the feel of him, loved the way he ground up into her, the way he gripped her throat gently. She did what he said and opened her eyes. The mirror. Fuck it was hot. She could see herself grinding against him, her legs spread over his as he watched them through the mirror as well, he smirked, that grip on her throat squeezing softly before it slid down over her chest.

Roxanne was a little discombobulated by the fact she was watching his every move above them. She moaned as his fingers grazed her nipple through the fabric of her bra, arching her chest into his hand.

His thumb rolled over the hardening bud as Roxanne writhed across him. The song forgotten as he started to touch her.

Her hands steadied herself by his hips on the bed. Her ass pushed back into his groin, where his hard on was becoming evident. She was swimming in a haze of alcohol and pleasure when he suddenly pinched her nipple and she squealed. He chuckled by her ear as she comically slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Like that?” Hvitserk inquired, his eyes still on the mirror above them. His hand moved up to where her hand covered her mouth, gently prying it off. “I wanna hear you. Pinch your nipples, Roxy.”

Roxanne swallowed thickly, her hands moving to her breasts. She whimpered as she rolled her thumbs across the sensitive buds, pinching like Hvitserk had done.

“Fuck,” she breathed as her eyes slid shut, her head finding purchase in the crook of his neck. A strong, rough hand settled on her knee as she continued to stroke and pinch her nipples. It was more erotic having him watch her do it to herself she found. The hand on her knee slid up along her thigh. Right to the top of her thigh.

He was going to win. She was not up to this challenge. He was too good at this. Roxanne’s belly was warm, liquid heat flooding her system as she touched herself with him watching her. His thumb drew idle circles across the top of her thigh.

Roxanne stopped grinding as she focused on her breasts, letting that delicious heat between her legs build. She hadn’t even gotten her underwear off and she was a mess atop him.

“Lean up,” he said. Roxanne did and felt his fingers undoing the clasp of her bra. The straps loosened and she rolled her shoulders with a grateful sigh. She pulled it off and threw it across the room. Large hands cupped her breasts and she moaned as his thumbs found her nipples and stroked and pinched as his lips brushed the back of her neck. Those hands were delicious. She covered them with her own, encouraging him. She was close, and he’d only been touching her nipples. Roxanne needed his hands elsewhere. She dragged one of his hands down her belly, shivering as his hand delved beneath her underwear without her needing to voice what she needed.

She gasped as his finger slid along her clit, then groaned when his fingers went further, sinking between her wet lips and thrusting into her. She murmured out a yes as he alternated between pumping into her and stroking her clit.

His teeth scraped across her shoulder. Roxanne was panting, legs trembling as he pinched her nipple and stroked her clit. With a curse, she crumpled. His legs trapped hers from closing as she came, twitching as she whimpered, trying to squeeze her legs shut.

***

She hadn’t screamed for him. Yet. He hadn’t expected her to orgasm so quick. How long had it been since she’d had a good fuck? A while by the way she was reacting to him. He loved the way her body shuddered against him as he brought her undone. He hadn’t gotten to see her face as she was facing away from him, her head leaning into his shoulder.

He slowly dragged his hand from her underwear. She collapsed back into his chest and he grinned. She was a cuddly little kitten post orgasm. He pressed a kiss to her temple as she came down.

“Wow,” she whispered. He chuckled, the deep rumble under her back shaking her a little.

After a moment, she slid off his lap to kneel between his legs. Her fingers went to his belt as she peered up at him from beneath her lashes. Fuck, she looked good like this.

Hvitserk leaned down, his fingers grabbing her chin and pulling her to him for a kiss. He stood, letting her shuffle back on her knees as he pushed her hands from his belt. He undid it and then his jeans were undone and dropping to the floor. He was hard, painfully so. Delicate, soft fingers tucked into the waistband of his briefs and then they were pulled down. His cock sprang free and he groaned softly at the release.

***

Roxanne was impressed. She glanced up at him from where she knelt. He had his head titled back, and she leaned in then, grabbing his thighs and pressing a wet, open mouthed kiss to the underside of his cock. He was hard and ready, but Roxanne was determined to give as good as she got from him. His grunt above her was rough as his cock twitched under her mouth. His head dropped forward to his chest and he was staring at her. Roxanne kept his eyes locked with hers as slowly licked up along the underside of him. There was a strangled noise from him, and Roxanne smirked at him as her fingers closed around the base of him.

Her grip firm but not intending to hurt, stroked along him, her thumb gliding over the weeping head. What surprise her was the sudden whimper from the man above her as she closed her mouth around the head of his cock, her tongue sweeping over it like she was trying a lollipop.

“Fuck.” Fingers buried into her hair as she slowly swallowed him; relaxing her throat to try and take him all in. Those fingers tightened on her hair as she hummed around his cock.

***

Hvitserk nearly wept as the hum in her throat caressed his cock. She was good. Fuck, he’d gotten head before, but this was so different. There was no hurry to it, no quick get him hard and then get him in her. No, Hvitserk was going to enjoy this. His legs trembled as she came off him, only to swallow him again, her teeth just gazing the underside of his cock.

He moaned, tightening his grip on her hair. He needed to thrust, he needed to move but he was trying to so desperately to let her set the pace of this, knowing he could hurt her if he was rough. Her tongue stroked him, and he whispered out another curse. He needed to fuck her, now.

***

Roxanne winced a little at the grip in her hair as she tried to sink back down on him. He held her in place as he pulled back and then he was dragging her to her feet. Roxanne moaned into the bruising kiss. He sought her hungrily, hands slipping to her hips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her thong. He rolled the fabric down her hips all the while kissing her like a hungry predator.

She quickly toed off her booties and kicked them away as he let her underwear drop to the floor around her feet.

His hands found her ass and thigh and he was lifting her up. She gripped his neck and shoulder, her thighs tightening against his hips as he turned and rolled her beneath him onto the bed. He settled down over her and Roxanne sighed into the kiss, massaging the back of his neck as that slow and unhurried pace washed back over them.

His head bowed to her breasts; bruised, swollen lips found her nipple. She moaned, suddenly grabbing at the sheets under her as he slowly moved down her body, planting open mouthed kisses across her chest and belly. His tongue carved a hot path from her navel down. Looking down, Roxanne found the sight of a muscular, tattooed biker settling his head between her thighs erotic in a way she couldn’t place. She wasn’t used to getting head, Mike just didn’t like doing it, thought it was too difficult. Now she had a gorgeous man burying his face between her thighs like he was right at home.

***

She was tense, he could feel it in the way her thigh muscles bunched by his head. “Relax,” he murmured, turning to press his lips to her inner thigh. “Lay back.” He looked down the length of her body to her face. She looked hot; swollen pouty lips, flushed cheeks, and messy curls. She still looked uncertain but whatever internal debate she was having with herself, his words got through and she slowly relaxed back into the bed.

***

Roxanne stared at the mirror above them. Okay, she got why he had it. The sight of her, stretched out across the bed, clutching at the blankets with her thighs slung over Hvitserk’s shoulders as he nipped and sucked his way along her thigh was fucking hot. She could only see the back of his head and his back as his muscles flexed as he moved. She adored his back. One of his arms curled around her thigh and held her steady.

His mouth came to her clit and Roxanne’s hips bucked off the bed. She blushed as she watched his head twist to glance up to her face. She wouldn’t look; she would just keep her eyes on the mirror. His chuckle was sexy as he returned to her clit.

Roxanne moaned as his tongue slid along her. Fuck, he was good at this. She clutched hard at the sheets he slipped two fingers into her and she swore as her hips bucked into his mouth.

***

Hvitserk smirked against her, enjoying the way her thighs squeezed against his head. He held her thigh in place so she couldn’t run from him as his tongue circled her clit. Her hips bucked against him as he pumped his fingers into her, curling up against her. She was a hot mess above him, whimpering and moaning as he kept going. Her hand buried into his hair and Hvitserk grunted against her tug but didn’t stop. He was going to make her scream; he’d promised her she would, and he wasn’t going to fail on that.

***

“Fuck,” Roxanne breathed. The sight of herself completely at his mercy in the mirror was incredible. The licking of heat spread from her belly and out over her body. Her toes curled as Hvitserk sped up, guessing she was close. She gripped his hair tight and cried out as she came, her legs trembling and her hips rocking into him. He didn’t stop and she whimpered as he carried her through her orgasm.

She was shivering as he finally gave her a break, his mouth carving a hot, wet path across her belly. Her body was heavy; a combination of the alcohol in her system and the two orgasms were making her tired. He hadn’t even fucked her. Roxanne glanced down at him; he had his head resting against her belly. She scraped her nails against his scalp and grinned as he shivered before glancing up at her. He was so incredibly hot as he pulled back from her. She let him go, leaning up on her elbows as she watched him get up and reach for his jeans.

He had his back to her, and Roxanne was able to admire his ass as he rummaged through a back pocket. She leaned back on the bed, staring up at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingers absently trailed over her stomach as she listened to him rummaging around.

***

Hvitserk glanced at her, she was laying back, staring up at her reflection. He grinned; that mirror was the best damn thing he’d done to this room. Her legs were drawn up slightly and he watched her. She was breathtaking post orgasm, and he was a little surprised at how he couldn’t imagine the guy who’d stood her up and left her at the altar. How? Why?

He pulled the condom from out of his wallet and tossed them back down to the floor. The soft thud drew her attention. He grinned, holding up the packet. She blushed and he was taken back by the sweetness of her.

“I have a request,” she said into the quiet between them as he stood there.

“Oh? What would that be?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest as he stood profile to the bed, waiting for her to answer.

“Can you wear your vest?” It was a whisper. She was shy about asking. If only she knew just how many sweet butts demanded he leave it on while fucking them; it wasn’t that weird, most women got hot under the collar because of the kutte, the bad boy image that the club members projected. He’d experienced it since he’d been a prospect and the girls at high school had shown him the effect it had.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, and nodded. “Your wish, is my command.”

He grabbed his kutte as he came back to the bed, the condom packet between his teeth as he shrugged the leather back on.

***

He stood at the bottom of the bed, shrugging into the leather and she let out a shaky breath. It was so damn hot to see his bare inked skin against the black. He put his knee down onto the bed between her legs and his hands found her knees. He still had the condom packet between his teeth as he came down to her, his fingers smoothing along her thighs. He was still hard and ready to go.

She reached out and pulled the packet from between his lips as he got within reach. She opened it and tossed the packet aside as he knelt over her. She reached between them, her fingers closing around him. He hummed in the back of his throat as she stroked him slowly, enjoying the way his hips rocked into her hand. She rolled the condom onto him and kept hold of him. He watched her, his eyes hooded as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him down to her. He was so gorgeous and for just a night, she got to be with him. She wouldn’t see him again, and so Roxanne committed every little detail she could to her memory and prayed she’d remember it when she was sober.

He came down and kissed her gently, his lips brushing across hers as he smoothed her hair back from her face and she smiled against him, releasing her grip as he sunk down into her. She moaned, her hips shifting to meet his as he pulled back a little. He stopped kissing her, his forehead resting against hers as he sunk back into her. He groaned, his head dropping to her neck. His hand held her hair gently as he kissed her throat, searing himself deep in her. Her hands slipped under the leather and found his back, digging in and holding him close.

Roxanne felt so good, loving the way he filled her. He ground his hips against her slowly.

“Fuck,” she breathed as he hit that deep spot in her that made her gasp. He didn’t lean away, using his elbow to support some of his weight as he kept up the slow pace and grinding. Roxanne was swimming. This was unreal.

***

Hvitserk was kissing her neck, his teeth nipping at her flesh as he ground against her. She felt so damn good. He didn’t usually go this slow but fuck if he wasn’t going to savour being balls deep in this messy, thoroughly fucked angel. He sought her neck out, his teeth leaving love bites across her tanned skin. She clung to him and for a second Hvitserk felt a pain in his chest. Fate was funny in the way it had pushed them into this and yet, it was only one night. They were two different people, worlds apart and nothing good could come from him dragging her into the life he and his family lived. He didn’t want to rush and let her go. He needed this. Her thighs clutched at his hips and he kept his grip on her hair. He didn’t want to let her go.

***

Roxanne was not use to slow sex. Mike had preferred finding the end as quick as he could, only concerned about getting off. This was incredible; Hvitserk was incredible. She slid her heel over his ass and dug into the firm flesh. He grunted as she raised her hips to meet him. His thrusts quickened as he buried himself in closer against her. Roxanne moaned as his leathers brushed against her nipples. She pushed him then, shoving his weight to the side and followed him. He grunted as his back hit the bed and he looked up at her as she threw her leg over his hips.

***

Hvitserk grinned up at her as she grabbed his kutte for purchase and sunk down onto him, her head dropping back as she moaned. His hands found her hips, helping her set a steady rhythm and he groaned, leaning back to watch the mirror above them. She was leaning back, giving him the best fucking view as she rode him. He groaned as she sunk down and then ground her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh as her speed quickened.

***

Roxanne bit her lip as she rode him; hands holding his leathers and bracing against his chest for purchase. He grunted and bucked his hips to meet hers, the frantic pace they were reaching a signal he was close to the finish. She leaned over him, her teeth biting at his lower lip. He returned the kiss, fighting her for dominance.

He sat up then, his arms sliding around her back and holding her to him. Roxanne leaned her head back as his teeth sunk into her throat, keeping hold of her as he took control. It was animalistic the way he suddenly gripped her, holding her throat in his teeth but not hard enough to hurt. Her hands buried into his hair, messing up his man bun and braids.

He groaned her name, long and deep suddenly and his movements became jerky as he came.

***

They collapsed backwards, Roxanne dislodging herself so she could sprawl out beside him, staring up at their reflections in the mirror. He was breathing raggedly and smiling. Roxanne grinned, leaning against his side. She bit his chest playfully and he hissed, chuckling.

He rolled away from her for a second, taking off the condom before coming back to her.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and made her look at him. “Are you okay?”

She smiled, nodding. “Yeah, though I should probably go find Tati and the others. We need to head home.”

The smile slowly faded from that handsome face and she internally cringed, realizing she’d broken the spell clinging to them in here. “I’ll help you round them up.”

He surprised her when he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead before he pulled away and climbed from the bed, pulling his vest off as he went to grab his briefs from the ground. Roxanne had to reason that she needed to break this, whatever it was, so she could go home, back to whatever was waiting for her there. She climbed from the bed and located her underwear, dressing quietly as he did.

***

Hvitserk found a packet of smokes on the chest of drawers by his keys and pulled one out, lighting it as he pulled his kutte back on. He could hear Roxanne dressing behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He wasn’t angry that she’d brought them back to reality. She was right, she needed to go back to her own life and the sooner she did it, the easier he figured it would be. He wasn’t used to this; the wanting someone to stay.

Margrethe, his only true serious relationship had been teen angst coupled with her being a sweet butt that knew how to play club members like a fiddle. She’d done a number on him, and Ubbe. Sigurd didn’t speak of it, but they all knew he still saw her when he ventured to the chapter in Florida where their mother had sent her to avoid the drama of the sons of Ragnar in fighting. Hvitserk didn’t miss her, he’d just never really trusted someone again.

Sweet butts tried to get close, but he kept them at arm’s length. He glanced over his shoulder at where Roxanne was shimmying into her jean shorts and felt something deep in him feel sick. She wasn’t what he had expected when he’d first seen her tonight, but jeez, he’d loved every second of it.

It was going to hurt watching her walk out of here.

***

Roxanne let him lead her back towards the bar. He stopped at each door, knocking and asking for the girls for her. Imagine her surprise when a blonde appeared in the doorway, sans everything but a pair of boxers as Sally and Fiona appeared behind him half naked. Biting her lip to stifle a smile, she watched as the blonde spoke to Hvitserk in a language Roxanne didn’t know. Hvitserk looked comfortable, not worried about the two barely clothed women as he spoke between smoking.

“Sorry ladies, guess the nights over,” the blonde said, pouting at her friends who giggled and they disappeared back into the room to get dressed.

Hvitserk glanced at her. “He’s my brother.” She nodded slowly.

“You two look nothing alike.”

He grinned and jerked his head down the corridor. “Come on.”

***

Hvitserk helped her find Tatiana. Her best friend had taken to helping the woman on the bar clean up some of the chaos about the bar. Sally and Fiona reappeared, clothed with Hvitserk’s brother and Tatiana gave her a wide smile as she saw them approach. She linked arms with Roxanne, giving her a raised eyebrow as she glanced at where Hvitserk was talking to the woman at the bar to organise a ride for them back into the city.

Roxanne whispered that she’d tell her back at the hotel.

Tatiana just smiled.

***

Hvitserk and his brother led the ladies outside. Roxanne was surprised to see a man sitting on a lunch bench out on the lot smoking. He didn’t speak to them. Hvitserk pulled out another smoke as they stood waiting in the cool night air for the taxi. Roxanne felt the chill and wrapped her arms around herself as she huddled with Tati while Sally and Fiona chatted up Sigurd, or so he’d introduced himself to her as.

She felt him behind her then and the warmth of his body drew her in; Roxanne leaned back into him a little. He talked causally to his brother over her head and she was reminded just how small she was compared to him. They didn’t touch each other, just stood as close as they could.

The taxi arrived way too quick. Sigurd helped Sally and Fiona into it, and Tatiana climbed in next. Roxanne’s feet didn’t move, suddenly anchored to the spot. This was it; this was goodbye. He hadn’t moved from behind her. His hand found her hip as he flicked the smoke he was finished with off nearby. Like inside when he’d followed her into the sea of bodies, he took her chin and made her look at him. His fingers ghosted over her jaw and she leaned into it, smiling weakly.

“You’re gonna be hard to forget,” he said softly and then kissed her. She pulled away first and nodded at him, letting out a shaky breath as she stepped towards the taxi. His hand stayed at her hip until she was out of his reach and then she was in the taxi. Sigurd shut the door for her.

“Wait, how are we paying you?” Tatiana asked suddenly to the driver and Roxanne smiled as it distracted her and pulled her attention away from Hvitserk standing outside, hands buried into pockets as Sigurd spoke to him.

“You’re not,” the driver replied. “I owe the club a favor. All things considered; this is a cake walk.”

Roxanne didn’t want to know; Sally and Fiona were talking. She’d gotten lost in her thoughts as the taxi pulled out of the lot and her heart sank a little as she glanced back to where Hvitserk had been standing to find him no longer there.

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[chyuans]

          hello , hello  !   first of all ,  i’m super excited to be here even if i’m like 10 hrs LATE  ( gmt timezone things )  i’m noe ,  a gay  they / them at the age of 19 ,  and this privileged lil disappointment of a jock boy is gonna be filling the position of kong_01 . despite the rumours ?  yuanjun’s actually not nearly as bad as some of the people he’ll be meeting here >:)  but you’ll get to know more about that below  !  if you’d like to plot just light up that HEART , or add me on disc*rd which i’ll give out in im’s , where i’m infinitely faster .  if i’m not gaming .  no tw’s under the cut  .

* backstory. > many people know of yuanjun, but few people truly know him. he's the famous kong families’ son, heir to the kong legacy, now forward position for south korea men’s national hockey team - which brought forth a ton of international fame from back home and amongst hockey lovers worldwide. while his talent is undeniable, he is long overshadowed by his families’ accomplishments, forever reminded that he’d never be the perfect son they’d hoped for, and no one ever lets him forget it.

> being the child of business tycoons who’s art business seemed to never be on the decline, tended to lend itself to an unconventional, pretty lonely childhood. 

> although jun no longer wants to dabble in the stupid shit he probably did as a teen, and escape from their home in a childish fit of rage and make the lives of the various nannies that tended to him while his parents were off being great hell, he still wonders sometimes whether this profession is what he would’ve wanted if he’d just not wanted to spite his parents. he loves hockey - that fact is undeniable. he thanks the nanny who took him there once out of necessity to stop his whining, and he fell in love with it almost instantly. but he also questions whether he gravitated to it because it was something he could throw himself into wholeheartedly to fill a void.

> he's very open to different types of people, and after being scouted at 19 and having a massive shift both in culture and identity as he then begun to travel worldwide, he’s a tiny bit more wordly now than he was back then. he's much more concerned about who you are underneath than superficial appearances, which means developing relationships are few and far between, because a lot of people do approach him because of his fame/fortune. he's unjudgemental to the point where his friends worry about his naivety and how easily he trusts people, but he's absolutely not dumb, just very well versed on telling good people from the bad.

> jun may even come across as naïve, but he's very aware of that perception is nearly important as reality. he's not extroverted in a way that demands conversation, but he knows how to talk to anyone from any background even if its just to maintain pleasantries. after competing in various competitions and versing players from canada to japan, he's become much more sharp and ambitious, a guy who very rarely lets distractions take their course. perhaps it’s with this that his family loathe his choices all the more, with his appetite, he was born with the skills required to run a business - pity he never took to anything of the creative sort.  

> working in a fast, stressful, highly coveted job such as pro-sports is a full time job and then some; jun doesn't spend much time not working on it. outside of his schedule, he likes bettering his stamina at the gym and eating healthy. he likes being surrounded by authentic people or nobody at all. he’s not one for trying new things and having new experiences due to time management, tending to stick to a schedule.

> he gets a lot of bad press though, which is beginning to weigh a little heavy on him. doubly now the murder has people talking. from being accused of performance-enhancing pills, various personality scandals, to being linked with ‘dating’ (see: ruining the image of) idols and chaebol’s alike. right now, he’s currently battling a lot of unwanted publicity because of a misunderstood interaction online against a wealthy sweetheart that went sour. 

> while jun might be generally unsympathetic and analytical when it comes to developing relationships with people that’ll last long-term, he's a bleeding heart when it comes to kids who may have experienced the same lonely upbringing as he did, without the financial gains. right now he spends sunday’s teaching a bunch of local foster home kids how to skate, and is trying to fund a couple of sports scholarships for those who show promise under a fake name, just generally being a good ‘ole guy.

> his family do not approve of his job, ofc. in fact neither of his parents have ever attended any of his matches to this day, and are only on semi-decent terms with him because jun begrudgingly is still tied by name to the business and shows his face at events for all of 30 minutes until he physically can no longer maintain pleasantries. his celebrity image perhaps is one thing they can manipulate, and even then, jun could get into scandals galore and still be doing his job. good press, bad press, it has the kong’s family name at the forefront of peoples’ minds, which always brings forth revenue.  

> pros: could be a lot worse considering his upbringing, collected, and level-headed most of the time. wicked good at sports, and keeps a cool head in a tough situation. ambitious, curious, a little reckless. eager to prove himself, rich? and very endeared to people/places he finds fascinating. which are many. knows where the good, authentic chinese cuisine is. hardworking and very interested in the idea of Progress.

> cons: the most private person alive, will not divulge any palatable information about himself or his feelings. devil's advocate always. will put himself and others at an arm’s length the second he feels (disgusted noises) e-emotions (love, namely). gets bored easily. paranoid, leads with the head more than the heart. friends > > > family. a little self-involved, never fucking sleeps - will be that neighbour you can hear padding around above your apartment at 3.05 am like it’s mid-day, aaaaand Loves Winning Above All Else

* personality & relationships.

> like many others, jun has his fair share of surface-level friends. he’s quick to be interested in people, to get to know them better, but it's difficult for him to get closer than that after a childhood of being picked up and dropped by those who looked over him - which kinda has left him with abandonment issues.

> he’s a curator of neat things that aren’t too overtly complex, and that includes friendships. so if you have something unusual about you, whether it's a talent or a way of thinking, he would be inclined to get to know you better. also, he has a lot of leverage with his job. being friends with a sports star slash million dollar trust fund baby who can get you free shit never hurts, just don’t befriend him for the perks, yanno?

> jun is very dedicated to his vision of things, and can sometimes be very obstinate in the way he a) wants them to be done b) doesn't accept other options, think steve jobs. he's very mercurial and can be nice one minute but isn't afraid to switch to hardass boss to get things done and did.  > he is insanely competitive and his strive is drawn out by always wanting to be on top. truly first child material. that's the kind of guy he is, with standards that do not reflect his passive side too well, which sometimes can get him into some “personality” scandals. he is driven, motivated, always looking for ways to be winning.

> i'm sure someone is bound to hate him, he’s probably got a few accounts online dedicated to a steady stream of shit-talking, given his cutthroat status or holding many hockey cups.

> jun doesn’t think too much about his sexuality - he'd probably best be labelled as pan, but leans towards those who identify as women? because of his current placement in a workspace, and with a cultural identity, that both don’t often lend themselves to lgbtq+ rights, i doubt he’d ever make that public.

> he works amongst some of the fittest people in the world, he knows how to appreciate beautiful bodies, but he's not about to discriminate. he's tragically a committaphobe and isn't interested in anything long-term right now, although i think it'd be funny if someone tried. he's very open for flings and one-night stands and even a friends with benefits sort of set up. 

* wc’s.  >  bring me his baby bro and sis. i command u. i have many thoughts  >  somebody who maybe gets in on his foster-kid situation? idk maybe they have a perception of jun being what he is in the articles they read of him, but they see him and are like <3_<3 he actually real Nice huh. i see this being romantic but it could bloom a really nice, wholesome friendship too. >  enemies. not gonna lie, he doesn’t vibe with rich kids w / a stick up their ass, especially since a lot of the people he works with aren’t from exorbitant families. people who loathe him for declining to take over his families’ business? like the boy can’t even name more than 3 artists off of the top of his head?   > fwb except neither of them know what “just friends” mean.  > i would love if jun had a confidante. a best friend, a partner in crime, a total bromance 'cause i can never get enough of those. whatever label you ‘wanna put on it. wiping up each other’s messes. maybe a Betrayal in the works  > again, gonna be a wc, but i would love a “rival” of jun's on a similar level (or bigger)  that’s entirely fabricated based off of trashy articles or a misunderstood interaction online. bonus points if they’re an absolute sweetheart, well loved by most people, and generally the antithesis of jun with his multiple drug/personality rumours, which in contrast, make him seem like the bad guy. 

> party buddy. this guy hasn’t touched alcohol/cigarettes/any other stimulants since he was underage and wanted to rebel. the word “relax” does not exist in his vocabulary. Help

#cheong.intro

[ambidextrousarcher]

Sarcastic StarBharat reviews: Episode 7- The episode in which Arjun should have been mentioned for the first time.

Tagging @ratnas-musings @avani008 @chaanv @iamnotthat @shellweed @butchcaroldanvers @mayavanavihariniharini @medhasree

This episode concludes the first arc, which is Bhishm’s oath and its (short term) effects. The long term effect can honestly be the whole mess that follows, so...

Anyway.

Here are the links to the first six episodes: 

1. Bhishm says hello to daddy

2. Bhishm’s Bhishm pratigya

3. Bhishm abducts the Princesses of Kashi

4. Bhishm watches his brother choke to death

5. Bhishm sanctions Niyoga

6. Bhishm chooses death over marrying a crazy princess

Parashuram emits blue light from his hands, taking a sword out of the light. Me: Huh? I thought only arrows can appear like that. Bhishm joins his hands, whispering, a sword lands from the air at his feet. Both of them leap. Camera focuses to Ganga entering, psycho Princess glaring at her. A fancy sword fight occurs, Bhishm falls, attacking Parashuram again. They dance around, cutting trunks, causing snowfall. Heaven knows how they aren’t shivering yet. Bhishm disarms Parashuram, who clamps his hand on Bhishm’s sword and knocks it off. Both of them summon divyastras. Ganga looks distressed. She calls out to Shiv. “If Parashuram’s parashu (axe) and Bhishm’s Brahmastr collide, the world will end!” she says. I’m not sure what actually happens in canon. Ganga does call to Shiv, though I doubt it’s this dramatic. I doubt she’d call her own son Bhishm. The warriors release the weapons. A globe of light sucks both the weapons in. Enter Shiv. Wait, this guy doesn’t have a blue throat! Anyway, all and sundry join their hands in respect. Shiv commands them to stop fighting to preserve the Earth. “I still haven’t gotten justice, Mahadev.” Ah, psycho Princess, yet again. “How can you stop this war? Until I get peace of mind, Parashuram has to fight. Fulfill my dearest wish, Mahadev. This man’s (Bhishm’s) death is my wish. I want to be the cause of his death.” “As Parashuram is bound, I have to fulfill your wish. But revenge cannot have my blessing. If you ever do something great and then pray for Bhishm’s death, then you will definitely be the cause of his death.” Wait, this prophecy is incomplete. Canonically, the prophecy says that Bhishm can’t be defeated and killed by anyone except the reincarnation of Rishi Nara, born as the son of Indra, Arjun. Seriously, they omitted my favourite part!! CANON FAIL x2, for good measure. This is the first chronological mention of Arjun!! I mean, yeah, it’s unfair on him that people are literally turning him into a death knell before that kid is even born…but he WAS mentioned in canon at this time. I remember that very well. Let’s continue. “If so, I do not wish to live.” Ofc, it’s psycho Princess. “Please let go of the hardness of your heart. When the day comes, I will lay down my weapons in front of you.” Mr. Paragon of Perfection. I can’t even. “I don’t need your generosity. I will not forgive you. Even 25 years later, I will take birth with your death as my objective in life. The throne you destroyed my life for will be the reason for your struggle day and night. That throne won’t let you sleep peacefully even for a day. You will keep running because of that throne, when your soul will be tired and old, I will come then, as your death.” I can’t see how suicide is a great thing, but hey, who am I to judge. Flash forward 25 years. A baby is born in Panchal. “Strength is born in Panchal” says the King. “Rajyotishi, I am certain that Draupad’s Queen has given birth to a girl child. I have been waiting for 25 years for the birth of this child, ever since I knew that Bhishm will be killed because of a woman. From then, I have been praying that that girl should be born in our family.” A young man enters with a baby. I guess that’s Draupad. “It’s a girl, father.” Mr. King of Panchal thanks maa Kali, lifting the baby in his arms. “All our wishes have come true. Bhishm has humiliated Panchal too much,” he flashes back to Bhishm’s grandiose words when he’d rescued drunk Prince. “The entire Panchal will burn like Lanka if you set fire to Bhishm’s heart.” He sees Bhishm slapping his face again. “Revenge is what we should look out for. This maiden will take our long due revenge from Bhishm.” He names the child Shikandini. I hope she’s less psycho than Amba. “Rajyotishi, what do you make of the time of my grand-daughter’s birth?” “She will be successful in her life objective,” he says, “But after a lot of struggle.” Before that, he says some astrological mumbo-jumbo that I don’t understand. “Struggle is the best teacher. I will poison this maiden against Bhishm. I have full belief that she will be cause of Bhishm’s death, that it will be the objective of her life.” CANON FAIL. Amba is reborn as Shikandini, it is because of that he/she fights against Bhishm. Panchal doesn’t have a long-standing enemity with Bhishm. Oh, Crap. Krishna gyaan again. He’s talking about how ancestor’s thoughts affect the future generation. Sorry not sorry. Skip. The camera focuses on the map of Gandhar. We enter a room lit with many diyas, our focus is on a girl sleeping. It goes without saying that this is Gandhari. The wind blows out the candles. Gandhari breaks out into cold sweat and bolts awake. “Sukhda!” she yells. “Sukhda!” “Kumari Gandhari, I am here. The diyas will be lighted again. The diyas will be lighted again.” She yells at two other women, reminding them that Princess Gandhari is scared of the dark. Seriously, these guys are adding drama everywhere. This show is less of the Mahabharata and more of a soap opera. The diyas are lighted again. “Why am I so afraid of the dark?” asks Gandhari. “It’s not only you, all of us are afraid of it. Only through our eyes can the world come near us. If we have eyes, we have everything. In darkness, we feel like we have lost everything. But there is no cause for fear now. You go to sleep.” Gandhari nods. Sukhda smiles as she leaves. We focus on a campfire. The wood moves due to wind, making the soldier to run. He sees the shadows of a large army. He mounts his horse and gallops towards Maharaj Saubala. The camera focuses on a man, I assume he is Maharaj Saubala. “A large army, talent beyond belief, richer than Kuber. In such a Kingdom shall my daughter be wed, Gurudev,” he says. “The groom too shall be stronger than Pavan and of more virtues than Indra.” I still don’t get why Indra is the gold standard of Virtue in Hindu myths. I mean, he isn’t really the best warrior, he’s literally defeated by mortals, one of whom is his own son, along with Krishna. And Nahusha also defeats him. He doesn’t really have much of a moral compass either, basically raping Ahalya by proxy. And yet, he’s the King of the Gods. Why so? No idea. “My Gandhari cannot marry a man with even a smidgeon of problems,” the King continues. “My daughter is like that, Gurudev” says the Queen. “Bhagwan Shiv has blessed her with the boon of 100 children, after all.” The Guru looks at them strangely. “What is the issue?” asks the King. “You look tense.” The Guru begins. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I…” A servant enters then. “Maharani, the senapati asks permission to enter,” she says. “At this time?” asks the Queen, confused. “The King is busy now.” The senapati enters. “Forgive me for my offence,” he says. “However, the news is such that I need to speak to the King now.” “What is the news?” The King and his Senapati descend the stairs. He’s firing questions about the army at his gates. “Where is Yuvaraj Shakuni?” “He is out on an expedition for a special purpose.” They are getting angry at the enemy army. They are also boasting about their army. “This is going to be a terrible war.” The Mahabharat theme plays. I think this is CANON fail. I don’t think Bhishm goes to Gandhar with an army, canonically, but I don’t really remember. Someone who does, please help. Precap: Saubala asks whose army is at his gates. “That great man is as effluent as the Sun, Maharaj.” Ah, so it’s Bhishm. “His eyes are like two balls of fire,” Camera focuses on Bhishm. I was right. “On his forehead, the symbol of the moon is present.” Camera shifts to Gandhari. “I am going to join the war with Pitashree,” she says. “If death is certain, then I die in the battlefield.” With this, we finish season 1 of Mahabharat, according to the Hotstar app listings. See you tomorrow with season 2!

#sarcastic starbharat reviews #mr paragon of perfection #bhishma #ganga #shiva #last appearance of psycho princess #parashuram #the king of panchal #draupad #baby shikandini #gandhari #saubala #should have mentioned arjun #gosh i am pissed over that missing mention #scribbler gets salty

[tonyglowheart]

I Still Don’t Know if I Can Write an Actual Fic BUT here are some more thoughts (or stream-of-consciousness musings) on Sentinel/Guide AU CQL!WangXian:

The world is one in which Sentinels usually end up with some cultivation sect or another. Not all cultivators are Sentinels, and not all Sentinels end up cultivators - cultivators aren’t necessarily out there actively looking for Sentinels - but a lot of ‘em end up with the sects

Sentinels are a known concept but not necessarily codified into a separate hierarchy; it’s more of a concept of if you have the potential to be a Sentinel, then the actions and movements relating to cultivation would help you regulate yourself and your senses and not lose control or zone out? Idk I’m a bit hazy on this aspect but I know I don’t want Sentinels to be a Separate Thing. Maybe it’s even seen more as being born with a natural aptitude to high-level cultivation, since like if you’re high-level you can...probably do some cool things with your senses :’)

no you know what!!! I suddenly remembered vague bits of stories from my childhood and either Sun Wukong or some other deity in folkloric/mythological tradition having powers such as Very Good Sight and Very Good Hearing (there were much better names than this. google tells me Thousand Li Eyes and Wind Following Ear. Both of which sound familiar and also much better in Chinese. The idea being one of them can see very far and the other can hear very far away. So this works within the Sentinel/Guide structure!!)

cool so building on this, I guess this could be a Sentinel/Guide AU where Sentinel level is based off number of heightened senses? in that some have one of those powers, some have many, and the idea that you have more corresponds to the idea of higher levels of spiritual power/cultivation

Since I like the idea that Sentinels & Guides are sort of incorporated in and aren’t really codified out of the cultivation world, I guess “cultivation partner” could either be a Guide or just. someone’s cultivation partner lol

(the way I kind of see it working is, if there really is a separate term for Sentinels & Guides, it would be a translation of Sentinel & Guide, but some sort of old story about a now-mythologicalized couple sort of like the NiuLang ZhiNv (Cowheard & Weaver Girl) story, and they’d be described as/titled 仙人 or 道长 (cultivators) first but then like “oh, they are like [whatever story, sry I’m not going to make up fake mythology rn :’)]”

More specific to the characters:

Lan Wangji is a high-level Sentinel obv, and being raised in Gusu was both helpful to him in that Gusu has few things which would trigger zone-outs in Sentinels, but then conversely this would make it difficult for him after leaving Gusu because he hasn’t had as much practice getting overwhelmed?

you gotta be quiet, you can’t indiscriminately fight, you have a very rigid set schedule, the food is bland apparently, you can’t kill livestock in the Cloud Recesses, etc etc? Look I don’t want it to be created specifically for Sentinels because it amuses me too much that the Lan descendants really just Were That Extra, but also this sounds Perfect for a high-level Sentinel baby to grow up and not be overwhelmed with pain every two seconds

This lets them build up their spiritual energy and ability to like regulate themselves and their senses so when they DO go out in the wild, they maybe have a bit less issues than someone who just is thrown into the world with all of their senses online and suffering?

yes ofc downside is: then they don’t have practice dealing with Loud and Distracting and Overwhelming things. *evil smile*

This works for me in CQL because of all of the times young Lan Zhan is all zoning out and...usually it’s WWX who like grabs him gently by the arm or calls out and gets his attention

I guess also popular within the trope is there’s usually SOMETHING that brings Sentinels online. could be something traumatic? could be puberty? I want to give Lan Zhan some pain and also Much Power and I think there’s an idea of the earlier you come online the more powerful you tend to be (TEND to be this is correlation not causation) so I...lowkey like the idea that sometime after Madame Lan dies, Lan Zhan comes online when he’s still a tiny lil bb, because that thought causes me the most pain

just think of lil bb Lan Zhan kneeling in front of his mother’s house waiting for her to open the door and then suddenly he swoons, and Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen rush up all worried, they bring him to a more populated part of Cloud Recesses (and incidentally, louder, and also ppl are worried so it’s not as quiet as it usually might be bc people are somewhat frantic that Lan ErGongzi passed out like that) when Lan Zhan rouses he can’t stop crying, which is really out of character for him? and they do their best to console him and finally get out of him that everything is too loud and it’s overwhelming him, so they bring him back to Jingshi

points for Extra Pain in CQL because while Madame Lan’s residence was a different place in the novel (I think?) CQL just Went There and was like “yeah you know Lan Zhan’s Jingshi? his study and bedroom and like overall place of residence and solace? yeah that’s where our mom used to live, you know, the place Wangji knelt in front of in the snow waiting for her?” :’)

so I mean Wangji was precocious to begin with, but this puts extra points into his being a strong cultivator from an early age too :’)

When Wei Wuxian arrived into Wangji’s life it’s like those two lines from Burn from Hamilton where it’s like:  “ You and your words flooded my senses / Your sentences left me defenseless / You built me palaces out of paragraphs” >:D

This is about as far as I got for now before running out of steam, so send post ig

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #wangxian sentinel guide au #mine #mxtx

[maisietheyellowlab]

My Dog Breed Selection Process

Yesterday I got this message from an anon:

“I saw your getting a Koolie!! Nice!! They're such pretty dogs. And actually if you don't mind I have a question for you? Feel free to not answer. But you have a lab and are getting a koolie, two different breeds obviously, so do you have any tips for someone trying to find a breed? It'll be my first purebred dog and going to the shelter is hard enough because all the dogs are so cute so how do you narrow down the list for the perfect dog? Idk if you had a list - but how'd you decide on a koolie?”

and I quickly realized this was gonna be a long post, so here it is. This whole thing:

This is the general procedure that brought me to my breed choices:

First come up with a list of “must haves” “nice to haves” and “must not haves” for the type of dog you want (size, coat type, shedding, energy level, trainability,..) (as @katieisstilltumbling / @winedogs already pointed out in the original ask).

Be very honest with yourself and consider that while the dog has to be a good fit for you, you have to be a good fit for the dog as well!

Then go through a list of dog breeds and/or take a few “what’s the right breed for you” type quizzes OR if you really like a dog sport check out the breeds that usually do well in that sport (e.g. mushing: Huskies, Alaskan Malamutes,..)

→ see which of those you like and check their breed descriptions

→ check blogs, forums, videos, fb groups of owners and breeders of that breed, see if you still like what you see

→ if there are any events where you might be able to meet the breed irl (dog shows, trials, breed meet ups…) go there and talk to owners! (this step is not always possible but it’s very helpful if you can do it!)

→ check if the dogs of that breed fit your “must haves” and “must not haves”

→ look up breeders

→ contact a breeder, ask about the breed, their dogs, what kind of owner they like for their dogs, ask if you can meet them and their dogs

→ when you meet irl, see if you like the breeder and their dogs

→ if you’re now sure you want a dog of that breed, tell the breeder you’re interested in getting a puppy from their upcoming litter

→ be patient and respectful

→ get puppy

→ done!

So, here’s an example of my personal breed-selection journey:

Dog breed selection process 1 - Labrador Retriever:

The first step at all was trying to think of the dog breeds I'm generally drawn to/think they're cute and looking them up, checking out youtube videos where owners talk in depth about the breed and being real honest with myself if the breed would fit into my lifestyle. For example, I always liked Cocker Spaniels, Golden Retrievers, Border Collies, Labs and Dalmatians.

Second step was going thru breed lists online and checking them out, trying to see if there's more breeds I like, but maybe haven't seen or heard of before.

Third thing I did, was take some Dog Breed Selector quizzes online, to see if I'd like any of the dogs that would come up as recommended to me. Ofc this is not to be take too seriously, bc you can be a perfect home for a border collie, but the quiz results won't match you to Border Collies, just because you didn't tick the box that said »I have an enormous yard.«

So at that point I had somewhat of an idea what I would want in a dog, and I had a list of traits in my mind that I applied to my top ~10 breeds.

It was something like this:

Must haves:

Medium size

Tolerates cold&hot weather

Easy coat maintenance

Easy to train --> biddable or will to please

Medium/high energy

Suitable for hikes&canine sports

Playful

Good around older children

Good for first time owners

Not very sensitive

Okay with being left alone for a few hours regularly/not prone to separation anxiety

Good with people and dogs

Average lifespan longer than 10 years/as long as possible

Breeder in my country

Cute!

Nice to haves:

Doesn’t shed a lot

More of a quiet type of dog

Litter in the next 6 months

Likes water

Longer than average lifespan

Must not haves:

Guards people/property

Very large or very small

Prone to health issues

Very independent

Very sensitive

High maintenance coat

Prone to DA or HA

Pure working line

Ideas: Australian Shepherd, Toller, Border Collie, Golden Retriever, Labrador Retriever, Brittany

I started looking for breeders of those breeds in my area and looked through all the websites I could find. I looked at their dogs, their breeding practices, the offspring and of course, litter plans.

At that point I felt like a balanced Aussie might be the way to go, so I contacted and met up with a breeder. Turns out we didn't really click and the way that she described the breed and her personal requirements for her puppies' owners left me feeling very overwhelmed, so I decided agains getting a dog of hers. I looked at some other breeders websites, but the more I researched the more I also started realizing that an Aussie might not the the best choice for me any the household I was living in at that time.

So here I learned a very important lesson. Not only do you have to find a suitable dog, you also have to find a suitable breeder. A responsible breeder will stay in contact with you for the res tof the dog's life, try to point you in the right direction, will be a source of help regarding the dog's development, health and training, so you need like them and they need to like you back. So I added another bullet point to my puppy search list:

a breeder that is helpful, friendly, nice to be around

Dog breed 1, try 1: Aussie →  not a good fit.

I eventually narrowed my selection down to Goldens and Labs, because they were generally easier for first time owners than the rest of the breeds, less prone to sensitivity and there were announced litters in the next few months.

In the end I went for a Lab, because they seemed a little more sturdy and had slightly less health issues, as far as my research showed. Then I contacted two breeders, I think, and I went with the one that felt more right. Oh and also, I thought the parents of the litter looked better, bc that's honestly a big factor too. You're gonna live with this dog for 10+ years, why not choose the one that fits your criteria as much as possible.

So that was it, this is how I chose Maisie's breeder. She's great, helped me a LOT during the first few months when I needed it most, and we're still in touch, I visit her every year. It feels like she's my aunt or smth, she's really nice.

Dog breed 1, try 2: Lab → WIN :D

Dog breed selection process 2 - Australian Koolie:

The second time around I approached the breed selection a little differently, since I had already met more breeds of dogs irl by then and also had an idea of what I’d like in a second dog from experience with Maisie. A part of my decision to go for a herding dog came from what I want to do with them - I want to try more canine sports that include jumping, so a dog with a lighter build and more will to please. That kind of dog will enjoy those activities more and be able to do them more safely than Maisie.

Must haves:

Medium size, lighter build

Tolerates cold&hot weather

Easy coat maintenance

Will to please

Medium/high energy

Suitable for hikes&canine sports

Suitable for jumpy sports

Playful

Okay if sensitive, would prefer less sensitive tho

Okay with being alone for a few hours if needed

Good with people and dogs

Isn’t bothered by obnoxious Lab behavior very much

Average lifespan longer than 10 years/as long as possible

Working/ working x mixed line

Cute

Breeder in Europe

A helpful, friendly breeder

Nice to haves:

Doesn’t shed a lot

Not noise sensitive

Not very sensitive in general

More of a quiet type of dog

Litter in the next 6 months (hahahahhaha I’ve been waiting for a little over 2 years at this point)

Likes water

Likes snow

Likes toys and food as rewards

Longer than average lifespan

Must not haves:

Guards people/property

Very large or very small

Prone to health issues

Very independent

High maintenance coat

Prone to DA or HA

Pure show line

Ideas: Aussie, Border Collie, Rough Collie, English Springer Spaniel, Welsh Springer Spaniel, Toller, Koolie

I’d met enough Aussies by that point to realize they weren’t exactly what I wanted in a dog, but I still really liked Border Collies. This time around I wasn’t intimidated by higher energy level anymore, but I was still a bit worried about sensitivity and the fact that most BCs I’ve met low key hated Maisie. There were a few who liked her, but many didn’t so I kept looking for a better fit (I thought it wouldn’t be fair for the new dog to be stressed by Maisie just existing and being herself..it wouldn’t be fair to either). I was considering Tollers too, but there weren’t any litters announced at all, and I knew of literally one breeders, so I kept on looking. I had a hard time with finding Rough Collies without extreme show coat and had trouble finding non extremely showy Springers around here as well.

I think I found out about Koolies when I was going through herding dogs, and it was a new breed I’ve never heard of or seen before. They were rarely included bc I was mostly looking at very generic lists I think. I read the description, watched a few videos and really really liked them. They had all the traits of aussies and BCs I liked, but weren’t as sensitive as BCs generally are or as prone to guarding as Aussies tend to be. I found two breeders in driving distance, contacted both, one was kinda weird with replies and said she doesn’t want to sell pups outside her country, but the other breeder was very nice and helpful in her replies and that’s how I started talking to the breeder of my future puppy! I met her and two of her dogs about two years ago and loooved them. They also aced the “can tolerate a playful (obnoxious) Maisie” test, the main thing BCs struggled with.

So unfortunately I couldn’t get a puppy from the two litters that were born in 2017 and 2018 bc my life circumstances weren’t suitable for a puppy at the time, but now I am READY and basically just waiting for the puppy to be born sometime this year.

Dog breed 2, try 1: Koolie → win!

#dogblr #choosing a puppy #dog breeds #dog ownership #text #I apologize for all the typos I missed #asks

[coalessscence]

one of my favorite worst things to Think About are the ways herb’s casually neglectful childhood sometimes just....surfaces in the every day world of his life now. and since his whole shtick is my childhood was perfect my father is basically god and i have absolutely no parent issues idk what ur talking abt, he winds up having to flail, having to learn on the way down, and try to keep up a cover that he knew all along. which, usually, doesn’t work, and just makes it all the more sad. here’s a few examples i’ve thought of because i don’t love myself:

someone around the station gets stuck with something metal and comments they might need a tetanus shot. herb was definitely never taken to the doctor’s for a checkup and regular vaccinations as a child, and since he works daytime hours lucille takes the kids while he’s at work, so he literally has never had a shot and he doesn’t fully understand what vaccines are, aside from cultural osmosis, so he asks in telling confusion, “what’s that supposed to mean?” @piper-aileen-lenox specifically, thnx for making me think of this and ruining my life xx

when herb and lucille moved in together (i imagine they were engaged but maybe not married just yet) lucille made it clear to her rather sexist fiance that she was expecting him to tow the line around the house just as much as her, which he agreed to, except when she asked him to do the grocery shopping thinking that was a harmless thing he could do (not like she’d trust him to actually get the dishes clean or fold her clothes so they don’t wrinkle). they almost never had food consistently in the house growing up and if they did eat full meals, they only had the food for THAT MEAL around because 1. herb sr. and ruby (herb’s parents) lived an erratic lifestyle of little to no money or a whole lot of money but only for a second because it was burning a hole in herb sr.’s pocket, and because 2. ruby quickly learned spending money on food ahead was pointless because either herb sr. hecked off somewhere w/o warning and it went bad, or his deadbeat friends hung around and ate it all, so she only bought for that day if they had the money for anything. but since no one was ever around to TEACH herb anything and he figured most things out on his own, herb doesn’t understand all this and he literally thinks you’re not supposed to by food until you run out or that you have to throw out whatever you have left at the end of the week because....... who knows ???? that’s just what he thought. it caused multiple arguments early into herb and lucille’s relationship before she figured it out and explained it to him because he didn’t know well enough to ask.

when herb and lucille’s first child, bunny, was born, he had to be shown how to hold a baby by the doctor. he had literally never held or even interacted with a baby before until that moment. he had no siblings (that he knew of), he had no friends as a child because if he wasn’t the bully he was the target and he was an ass just like dear old dad so no one liked him anyway, and he had 0 other family. lucille realized in that moment as she watched his palpable confusion when she extended their newborn child to him that he was going to have a lot of learning and growing to do. she hoped he was ready for it.

god that time there was a station fam barbecue early into herb’s wkrp career and someone, maybe mr. carlson, is like ‘WHO WANTS TO BE THE GRILL MASTER’ like its a big deal and everyone is like oh it has to be herb bc he’s the newest out of us and hes aware all the men see it as a status symbol and he CAN’T be less of a man than another man bc Ego (tm) so hes like of course im the grill master !!! and then panics for the next thirty minutes because he’s literally never even stood next to a grill let alone used one HOW DOES IT WORK the first fifteen minutes he doesnt even have the gas on rip

when herb was, like, 15, he taught himself how to drive a car because one of his “friends” (peers who was a bully that he called a friend and hung out with to stop also getting bullied but who was still bullying him anyway, herb was just brainwashed into thinking that’s what friendship is) wanted them to go out cruising and herb wanted to be a Cool Guy and not look like a chump so he lied and said he could drive. they got pulled over, because of course they did, and herb got in big trouble for you know, driving w/o a licences. the kicker though is that herb didn’t fucking know you can’t drive without a license or that licenses and road tests and drivers ed were even a THING because he literally raised himself and no one ever  t a u g h t   h i m   a n y t h i n g. anyways his dad got called home to deal with it from wherever he was away at at the time and he got in big trouble for interrupting dear old dad’s work anyways so :) what a healthy family

surprisingly, herb DID know how to cook the basics. grilled cheese, pasta, stir fries, a couple casseroles. lucille asked him about it because he was always such a Gender Roles (tm) type of man who wouldn’t even wear a brighter shade of red than like. maroon. in case it got loosely contaminated with the concept of the color pink and he’d have to change his name and move to alaska. so why was he doing a “ womans job “ (cooking) and herb just looked confused and said “what, guys don’t cook?” she told him that no, they usually didn’t and would have laughed at her if she tried to make them, and he laughed awkwardly and absently stirred the pot on the stove and shrugged in mild confusion. “that’s weird. if i didn’t cook i’d have... starved, i guess.”

the bad news is his cooking wasnt GREAT and lucille was happy to take over because again.........self taught. and he has one (1) brain cell so. not Great

LITERALLY DIDN’T KNOW ALL CLOTHES DON’T HAVE TO BE DRY CLEANED. his dad literally wore clothes that had to be dry cleaned Every Day (and we wonder why the tarlek family was short on the food budget god) (and they were ugly clothes too akdhfjfg) and ofc if ruby washed her clothes, it was while herb was at school. he dry cleaned so many clothes that do Not Make Sense to dry clean in college before he slowly figured that out.

did not know what an allowance was. bunny asked him for one and not willing to seem stupid to his swift daughter he told her to ‘ask her mother’, who thought it was hecking weird that her money obsessed husband would say that, so she asked him why and after several long minutes he just shrugged helplessly and said “what’s an allowance?”

don’t even get me started on herb and lucille planning their wedding ( ‘what kind of stuff should we put on the gift register?’ “put on the WHAT?”  ‘what are we going to put on top of the cake?’ “there’s gonna be CAKE?”  ‘i can’t wait for daddy to walk down the isle with me, it’ll mean a lot to him’ “your DAD is gonna walk you down the isle....?? but you’re marrying ME, right?”   ) also herb not knowing the wedding look of the bride is supposed to be a Secret and barging into the room w a question or smth while lucille and her bridesmaids are getting ready, and everyone is hella miffed and he’s like WHAT i’ve seen her naked before and theyre all like THATS NOT THE POINT HERB

herb did Not Know about seasonal allergies. he just........didn’t know. he just thought god hated him and every spring and fall his head sprung a leak. and the whole time he was growing up no one A. listened to him complain about them and put 2 and 2 together, nor B. just taught him about basic first aid stuff in general for that matter he doesnt know shit. anyways, then lucille was like why are you such a tough guy just stop complaining and take some medicine for your stupid allergies and he was like take some what for my what now

ANYWAYS herb’s mom left while he was v young and he doesn’t remember much about her. herb’s dad was literally   n e v e r   home. the people herb’s dad left him with would work for obscenely low amounts of pay or owed herb sr. money and largely used all the money for their own food, drugs, alcohol, or other more unsightly business, and left herb alone to fend for himself. this is the disaster human that that produced, thanks, family dynamics! don’t abandon your children, kids, thanks for coming to my ted talk

#✘ hi gorgeous | MUSE (herb) #✘ h.t. is in for the duration | HEADCANONS (herb) #✘ sales manager not so extraordinaire | ABOUT (herb) #⌲ o o c

[kae-karo]

things i’m grateful for

okay preface: i hate the reason thanksgiving was invented ofc but i do love the concept of taking a day to sit back and remind myself of the things in my life that i’m grateful for so here we go (and pls i encourage y’all to take some time and do the same) anyway feel free to read below the cut if y’all want way too much insight into my personal life lmao

my friends

without question, my experience both in the phandom and like in life in general has so massively improved thanks to these lovely people and i can’t say i’d be as happy a person as i am without them

of course my incredible gcs (jolly best friends and dickmates, “moderate sex references”, we have goldfish memories, katashen, and the gc that always changes names lmao) and the lovelies in them @thereisnobearonthisisland @philsroots @uselessphillie @daliensgrandads @severaltortillascollector @dnptrqsh @dip-and-pip-trash @transhowell @dreamdilddy @hey-itskxt @dreamdilddy @freckliephil @philsdrill @phloridas @lovestillaround @legdabs @amczingphil @phantasieslide @maanjha @manialester @sleeplessnightwithphan @phandumb @imnotinclinedtomaturity @auroraphilealis @ineverywordisay @glitterydanandphil @kerasines @workinprogress91 @merridewhoo @natigail @swissfuckingcheesegdi @phastelpink​ @stick-it-to-the-phan @phanarchy

my dearest friends irl with whom i never spend enough time and often bail on bc i’m tired of existing around people, but who never fail to be lovely and kind and wonderful friends anyway. i’ve known them for eight years now and i am so lucky to have found them and to still be friends with them

a very good friend of mine who taught me everything i know about customer service and just being a diligent person (she’s also literally the reason i link everything so uhh thank her lmao) who i consider my lesbian big sister and who i’ve been so so lucky to get to reconnect with and will get the opportunity to work with starting in december and who even remembered one of my fave bands like after literally two years when i only mentioned them one time i love her

my family

whomst thank fuck are not on this hellsite but i love them all dearly

my sister who’s like still figuring her life out and doing a way better job of deciding what she enjoys doing than i ever did and like she’s younger than me but it’s a constant lesson that hey look it’s good to be true to yourself and do what you want. and i’m so grateful that we don’t fight the way we used to, that we’re like partners in crime and that she actually likes spending time with me and thank god she’s not gonna see this bc she thinks i get too sappy sometimes but i gotta make up for hiding her glasses when we were younger and literally forgetting about them for two weeks okay <3

my parents who have always been steadfast supporters even when they don’t love my choices. without them, i wouldn’t be where i am today, i wouldn’t have the level of independence i do today, and honestly i wouldn’t have learned to find the strength to follow my own path. i also can’t thank them enough for supporting even when they don’t understand, like they literally do not understand dnp but my dad found out they were doing ii and asked if i would want tickets for christmas and my mom always asks about my writing

my grandma who, bless her soul, has been completely alone without my grandpa for two years now, after having been with him since she was sixteen, who reminded me (unintentionally) that people who are suffering from mental health issues (she’s had depression for years now) can so greatly benefit from having someone reach out. i’m grateful for our weekly calls where we just catch up, because sometimes i go for a year without seeing her in person (usually just for the holidays) and it’s good to know how things are going with her. i’m also eternally grateful to her for reminding me that people are just people. my parents often talk about her as if she’s some one-dimensional character who only has a handful of (negative) personality traits, and it’s nice to get to know her on my own

the rest of my extended family, who, although i’m not nearly as close to, are still always fun to see during the holidays, and i’m immensely grateful that i don’t have the kind of family that i dread seeing. there’s always entertainment, overflowing alcohol (not that i partake, but everyone else has a fuckin blast with it), and laughter and although i occasionally feel a bit outside the circle (lots of cousins getting married/in relationships/etc and uhhh can’t relate lmao) i never fail to look forward to seeing everyone

y’all

yeah ik it’s cheesy but i do really appreciate y’all so much? like. i just read this note i made to myself abt something unrelated a year ago but i’d offhand mentioned that i was so so thrilled to have almost a hundred people following me. like it just blew my mind that so many people were interested in what i had to say, in my writing at the time, etc. and now,,,,,i mean. jfc i can’t even begin to fathom what i must’ve done to deserve all of y’all, and to deserve you all being so kind. like since the minute i joined tumblr i saw/heard horror stories of mean anons, of people being rude for the sake of it, etc etc. and like. of the literal thousands of asks i’ve gotten, i can count on one hand the number of even vaguely unkind ones. it just makes me so immensely happy to know that such lovely, kind people want to participate in this blog. so please know that i appreciate the existence of every single one of you not just uwu bc u follow me and that’s what i’m supposed to say or w.e but bc you’re out here making a positive impact on the world and on me, and you’re the kind of lovely person that i’m so glad i have the pleasure of existing alongside

dnp

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ u knew it was coming, but honestly i am grateful to them as people

they set such fantastic examples for how to be good humans, constantly donating their time to good causes, reminding us to take care of ourselves, and doing their best to figure themselves out which yes is so incredibly important bc it’s this amazing example of how people aren’t any perfect shiny version of themselves, they’re real and raw and imperfect and that’s why we love them???? and by extension, that teaches us self love and love for others

that’s another thing i really didn’t realize at first - how much self-hatred i was harboring, how much internalized homophobia (toward myself! never others) and how much i just accepted about the world (heteronormativity, misogyny, the lack of diversity in media, the list goes on) and a lot of things said by both dnp and by the phandom have helped open my eyes to things like that. and dnp helped me realize that being ace isn’t a bad thing??? which was such a horrible thing i’d held onto for years and years

so i’m so grateful to dnp for existing, for being who they are and how they are and for encouraging the wonderful kindness and acceptance that they want to see in the world

my therapist

and to daniel and depression for convincing me to see one. i’ve let go of a lot of the baggage i was holding onto over the time i’ve been seeing my therapist and i’m grateful to her for, well, doing her job. and for doing it well, and for asking the questions that i didn’t think to ask, to get at things i didn’t think about before. and for reminding me (not directly, but by virtue of her existence) that honesty is one of the most important things to me

my job

or just generally the jobs i’ve had over the years that force me to interact with people, because it’s taught me that nobody’s ever angry or upset for no reason, and that people who are angry or upset and mean are not mean because they’re actually trying to be vicious but because they’re suffering in some way. so it’s a daily reminder to treat everyone with kindness and not take things personally, because ultimately most people are not intentionally vicious people. and i’m grateful to my job for reminding me how meaningful it is to me to help others

#privilegecheck

i think it’s important at this point that i stop and remind myself that i was born with a lot of privilege that makes my life immensely easy compared to others. i’m grateful for my upbringing and the ways that i’ve benefited from my privilege, but i need to acknowledge that i have benefited. not everyone is as lucky, and i need to be mindful of that in the things i do and say, and in the actions i choose to take, and - when i can - i should be using my privilege to help others

and finally, my greatest of thanks goes out to the fic writers, the gif makers, the edit makers, the phan artists, and all the other lovely people who make this community so wonderful

#thankful #kt

[awaylaughing]

Since @quilleth​ gave me the BAREST excuse, Michi and Lyon. The meme in question and if you read this and think “golly gee, I’d love to give you an opportunity to chat more about other people” I have a shiny new character page you could reference here.

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Werewolf Lyon and Hunter Michi 100%. Firstly, werewolf Michi is too obvious, there wouldn’t be a single hint of mystery around that, secondly, I don’t think you’d ever get Lyon to go traipsing around the forest without a curse to turn into a canine of varyingly levels of homicidal. Also also, Lyon as the weirdo who lives on a fancy house on the hill is Such A Thing don’t @ me. His status as local cryptid just due to being an asocial loner would already make him seem TOO obvious and he’s so stuffy and not outsidey.

Anyhow, the locals scrounge up money to hire a hunter and they get Michi who is maybe in a duo with Ana bc the ship is no longer sailing but Lyon having to put up with both of them is HILARIOUS. There’s been signs of a werewolf about, but no attacks yet so Michi and Ana get on the case and there’s mystery and flirtations and Ana seducing sheltered farm girls to their mothers’ chagrin. Lyon it turns out has been a werewolf for ages, and either spends all his time napping the basement OR has been going out lately because some else has moved into the are and he’s protecting the town. Or both – used to be a basement dweller but Ethical Duties Make Demands.

Extra fun thought, werewolves are hella old and Lyon’s the last head of the no defunct noble family who owned this land before Whereverlandia turned into a republic, and he still feels it’s his duty to protect his people despite the times having changed.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

I don’t think I can get Lyon on a boat without some real shenanigans afoot, and I feel like if he were a merman he’d be one of those weirdo deep sea ones who never comes up for air ever. So, invoking asocial loner Lyon again, maybe he rents a place on a Suitably Dramatic Coastline and the only person he ever sees is this weirdo lady who claims to be a local except the closest locality is like, forty minutes down the coast by car and there’s never any boats around. She pesters Lyon and generally forces him to leave his house. There’s a cute scene involving a tidal pool.

Anyway, eventually she gets outed as a Man Eating Mermaid except Michi’s a VEGETARIAN these days she’ll have you know. Once Lyon stops being mad that she exists and has upset his understanding of the world, it’s all smooth sailing. It’s a story about scientific classifications of fish and the healing nature of two lonely people finding ways to make room for one another.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Witch Lyon, it was an experiment, no one was supposed to be summoned and oh God what do you mean he can’t unsummon her until the next full moon that’s 23.5 whole days away. Michi’s...just barely not useless as a familiar. She knows stuff but her tidiness levels leave much to be desired. She’s super hands on however and has no fear of getting dirty or messy, so she makes an excellent scientist so long as someone else writes the results. Lyon teaches her witch lab safety, about 72% of it takes and he calls it a win because he’s never smiled so much or eaten so many square meals a day, at reasonable hours.

On her end, Michi (who sometimes is a dog, bc shapeshifter Michi yes pls) didn’t intend to linger for like, the witch’s whole life the way some familiars do but she gets all gooey the more time they spend together. She always thought being a familiar was basically being someone’s pet, and she was willing to give it a try ONCE but the fact she likes having a partner to work with surprise her.

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Barista Michi and coffee addict Lyon. She genuinely thinks she’s serving him into an early grave via cardiac arrest but what can she do. Has a habit of doodling on the name card thingies when it’s slow and Lyon only comes in when it’s slow, so he has to pretend not to be charmed by her increasingly detailed cup art. Michi flirts like mad and it goes over his head and so she assumes it won’t go anywhere and tbh this is Peak Coffee Shop AU. There is no drama at all, everyone’s just running around being mid 20s assholes.

Eventually however it revealed that Lyon used to not be that much of a coffee drinker but he kept making excuses to see the cute barista at the nearby coffee place and whoops he thinks he might need to switch to decaf. Michi suggests maybe a calming fruit tea is even better.

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Professor Lyon, ofc, and he’s 100% that prof who only “teaches” a class because they make him. Michi is the TA who makes class not boring, and being in her lab is the BEST lab to be in bar none, since they’re probably in biology for this to work for Michi. She likes Lyon, but she feels a bit underappreciated and Lyon definitely spends this story wooing his TA back after she leaves him and he realizes the hole in his life has nothing to do with having to pick up all that work she did and everything to do with Michi being not intolerable.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Prince Lyon has been presented with the ultimatum that he must marry Or Else. Prince Lyon tried to argue Or Else is not an ultimatum, but he was overruled. Lady Knight Michi is there to corral/protect the presented bridal options. Naturally, he and Michi end up having a quiet night when he spots her reading and they talk about books and his lil heart gets all aflutter.

Michi is naturally super resistant to marrying a prince - it’s not what’s done and she HATES princessy stuff, her little brother being born was the best day of her life if you ask her. When it becomes clear Lyon’s not going to be marrying any of the potential options, things get dicey but Michi turns back at the last moment and she pulls some “I can’t marry you but I can promise to be with you forever” and Lyon’s like “perfect I abdicate” and the monarchy is in shambles but true love carries on.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Variation time! Lyon’s a suffering high school teacher who’s Alarmed when, during a PT event he meets Michi there as a guardian to one of his students – but it turns out both her parents died the summer before she was to leave for university and she’s been taking care of her younger sibling since then. Michi’s siblings is struggling a bit, but they’re a good kid and so Lyon and Michi end up chatting a lot trying to help Sib out.

One thing leads to another, and Michi nopes out for a hot sec in panic about what this means for her sibling but they have a familial heart to heart and then she has to go apologize to a rather frosty Lyon. It works out, because Michi’s not traditionally charming but she’s hella charismatic and she has no shame whatsoever.

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

A THIRD RECLUSE LYON FOR YOU. Michi’s an editor to some paper he writes to on occasion but it’s mostly Letters to the Editor, and they end up in a weird penpal scenario. I don’t have anything else, clearly they meet somehow, and Lyon probably also publishes research but Michi doesn’t know about that stuff and just knows him as the kinda crabby but very smart guy who tells off bigots from the last issue and stuff.

They eventually meet in person because of the research - a friend of Michi’s drags her to some academic Thing as a plus one and somehow Lyon has a friend in this setting who made him come (or maybe Dean Falon made credible threats) and Michi and Lyon slowly start to talk and realize “HEY IT’S YOU”.

TL:DR most modern AUs are just Michi making Lyon leave the house

#7kpp #ask meme #sans ask admittedly but i'm shameless #awaylaughing writes #7kpp lyon #michi of holt #otp: not intolerable #less options here bc michi and lyon are both less flexible characters than pip or hamin #lol

[maximuswolf]

🌟🌟🌟Piercing care mega post 🌟🌟🌟 via /r/piercing

🌟🌟🌟Piercing care mega post 🌟🌟🌟

I noticed my links from before weren’t working since this is a reply to another post so I’m adding it here as plain text please correct me if there’s any issues!!!

🌟🌟🌟PIERCING CARE MEGA POST 🌟🌟🤭

Ugh I wrote such a long explanation and it was all deleted so here I’ll write it again kk!! I’m currently working on my university degree in biology and I work with bacteria and viruses all the time so I’ll give you a simple straightforward explanation okay!! (I’ve added onto this to use again lol)

Let’s start! You didn’t have an infection!!!!!!! An infection is a very hot ear with white yellow or green pus you may run a fever or develop a pimple looking pustule. To clear an infection you can only use two things: your immune system and/or antibiotics if needed. Anything else is ineffective. What you had is an irritation bump!!!!!!!!

Now what’s an irritation bump? An irritation bump is a little hard discoloured bump that develops around the sight of the piercing it happens for these few common reasons

1.) you’re allergic to the jewelry!! Always pierce with implant grade titanium

You have BAD jewelry always pierce with internally threaded titanium NEVER EXTERNAL

2a almost every piercing is pierced with a flat back labret jewelry (a stud that screws on) it’s a straight barbell NOT RINGS

2b here are some locations where they use a curved bar: rook, anti tragus’ navel eyebrow

2c. For navels make sure your tummy rolls do not collapse on your belly button if you do you must get a floating navel or you WILL get a bump from your ring constantly being squished and pushed upwards

2d. bar length!! The bar was too short to accommodate swelling ORRR you didn’t downsize after the swelling went down and the bar began to catch on things

3.) you were pierced at a bad angle sometimes bad angles have trouble healing because they go through more skin and or they’re in a position where it’s constantly catching in things

3a you should almost always be pierced perpendicular to your anatomy it should be at a 90 degree angle!!!! 3b) pierced on the surface they eventually reject anyways 3c) NEVER LET ANYONE PIERCE YOU WITH A GUN. Piercers should autoclave your jewelry and the needle should come in a sterile pack google what an autoclave is and look for it

4) you slept on it (get a travel pillow ofc)

5) your hair got caught in it (headbands are great solutions)

6) incorrect cleaning!!! Rinse with sterile saline or wound wash it should have no additives!! Pat dry with non woven gauze but personally the shitty brown paper towels work just fine You do not need to soak it and do not use your own salt water but saline !!!

7) you were messing with it. Piercings heal by forming a fistula around the ring. This is scar tissue you need to leave it still so it can form this scar tissue if you twist it or push it around your essentially ripping your fistula apart

7a) don’t take out piercings while healing other than to downsize the bar. it will irritate the wound and it can just close if you take it out for a while

Let’s move on to the rest :)

When you’re healing a wound you want to keep it dry as in you don’t wanna submerge it in water or leave it moist long enough for bacteria to fester and grow. however you want to maintain your skins natural moisture levels. When you use alcohol it evaporates water in your skin and dries it out too much when it’s this dries your skin cells die out and it doesn’t heal as well. Alcohol is great for cleaning unbroken skin or maybe even a minor scrape and cuts and abrasions (anything on the first layer of skin is fine) but not for piercing wounds they’re very deep and you pierce through your actual flesh. Your flesh is very fragile to harsh chemicals like alcohol

Now like I said earlier you want to maintain your skins natural moisture so no creams or oils!!!! In fact creams and oils are often nutrient rich and WET and will attract more bacteria. they’ll also trap dirt and the skin cells your skin is attempting to shed. Never put them directly on piercings. Now neosporin is a papular cream for minor cuts and abrasions but you don’t need it it’s just a mini antibiotic your body heals fine on it’s own and honestly sometimes Vaseline does the damn job for burns and stuff.

Onto keloids!!! Rule of thumb If you think you have a keloid no you don’t. A keloid is genetic scarring disorder you are born with it and you usually know since someone in your family might OR you’re a person of colour darker skinned people like black people tend to have keloids genetically. And they NEVER go away without clinical treatment sometimes they grow forever. Now if you did have a keloid you would be receiving rounds of corticosteroids under clinical supervision depending on your case. Some doctors will cut it off freeze it off or laser it off but I guarantee your store bought cream did not do the job.

Saline rinses great point there let’s look into it!! Saline isn’t really SUPPOSED to do anything that’s like the whole point if you know what I mean. Saline is great because your human body has the same salt concentration as saline so again you are maintaining your natural body’s composition. It’s called homeostasis if you wanna learn more!! What it does is just give your piercing a good rinse and bring it back to the usual. And what’s cool is salt is antimicrobial too!!! But the perfect amount of salt just for you eh! and let me also mention some people get “saline solutions” that have other stuff in them you don’t want any additives it should only have sodium chloride (chemical name for salt) and water!! So who knows

There are many side effects to what you did here but somehow by the grace of god it helped you and love that for you but who knows if it was all the stuff you did or that you have a freaking amazing immune system

Here’s a food for though if you’ve ever had your wisdom teeth out a surgery or anything like that think what would you do and what would your doctor say about it

Thanks for reading !!!

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[catlovetts-blog]

hey there demons, it’s ya boi. or jaz, either way the sentence is valid. for those of u that don’t know me i play charlie, elias & anastasia already and here i am bringing another bb into the mix ! this is catherine lovett, aka cat, and is probs just under elias in the ‘how decent are jaz’s characters’ scale ( charlie is last, obviously ). for more about her read underneath the cut, & as per usual feel free to like this if u want to plot ! if we haven’t plotted already & u wanna plot w my other charas too, just lmk and we can work some Magic™.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, divorce.

CATHERINE LOVETT. DANCE VP. LEAD SINGER & GUITARIST.

cat was born in new york city, new york but her and her parents moved to blossom hill when she was about five, her dad being kinda concerned about how the pollution would affect his kid. #ecofriendly. her family is old money but she’s never paid much mind to how rich they are, kinda just going with the flow. you can still tell to this day she’s a city girl, being an absolute wizard with public transport and having slight issues with the rurality of blossom hill. pls never put her in a field.

ever since she was a kid, cat’s had some issues with her anger. she was taken to a therapist, but 80% of the time it never manifested into physical violence ( she still hit a lot of people, but it was always after a verbal argument, she never fought without warning ), so the therapy didn’t help. everyone just came to understand cat was fairly tightly wound and liked being in control, something you don’t have a lot of when you’re a kid, and so her irritation manifested itself as sudden outbursts of anger. because of her issues, cat tended to not speak very much, feeling that the less she said, the less others had to reply to, lessening the chance of her getting annoyed and possibly causing upset. both of these behaviours have stayed with her her entire life, causing her to become known at school as a bit of a lit fuse.

her entire life cat’s mom has always had her on a tight leash. she pushed her into dance at a young age, being a retired ballerina herself, desperate to live out her glory days via her only child. cat, in a desperate attempt to atone for her anger issues, chose to give up her childhood and the things she wanted to do in hopes of making her mom happy. she thought by making her mom happy, she would make her dad happy, and maybe the hushed fights and tense glares at breakfast would stop.

despite the grueling practice schedule, cat found time to secretly develop her own hobbies. she didn’t go searching them out, they found her in twists of fate, calling to her as if by chance. she became good at practical subjects, things like woodwork and metalwork, and moved on to learn about car mechanics from her father in the small amount of spare time she had. it was their secret, of course, but that didn’t lessen her enjoyment. she picked up the guitar at a thrift store when she was ten, another gift from her dad for doing well in a silly, inconsequential test, yet that gift was the best thing to ever happen to cat. she discovered her true passion, music, and began to write songs.

when she was about fifteen, her parents got a divorce for reasons still unknown to her. cat and her dad were super close but because of her mom, the gold-digging demon, her dad was forced to move back to new york and her mom got the house in blossom hill, the parents both deciding it’d be best for cat to stay in the town considering she’d already begun to build a life. things had never been great between cat and her mom, the woman screaming obscenities at her one minute behind her dad’s back, and then stroking her hair and saying she needed to be perfect the next, yet somehow things got worse.

her secret: cat’s mom largely blamed her for the divorce and hit her for the first time after cat came home late one night after dance practice. a dance practice she had pushed cat into. it was a nasty, violent show of hatred, the older woman waking up the next morning as if nothing had ever happened, pulling her into the main bedroom to cover it with makeup. cat didn’t know what to do. despite what her mother had done she couldn’t bear to upset her, having seen her sobbing alone many a time after the divorce, the young girl feeling as if she had to take responsibility. she dealt with, and continues to deal with, physical, emotional, and verbal abuse from her mother, forgiving the woman each time, unable to wake herself up to the truth.

however, the abuse led to something else for cat. because of it, she was desperate to get out of the house more, hoping and praying for any opportunity to not be at the lovett residence. she’d been turning to her music more and more, secret notebooks now full to the brim with songs and snippets of tunes – it didn’t take her long to form a band, not too long after the abuse started, and now they’re one of the few things keeping her afloat. she’s the lead singer & guitarist, taking the whole thing very seriously, believing the group has what it takes to be big one day. she’s been sending demos off to every record label she can think of, hoping that if they catch a break, she can tell her mom and maybe she’ll be proud enough to stop hurting her. the band’s been together for two years now and they practice twice a week minimum.

cat’s also taken up muay thai in hopes of both helping her anger and, again, keeping her out of the house. she’s a v busy girl.

wanted connections:

THE BAND, obvs. a bassist and drummer are definitely needed, then maybe a keyboard/synth player. everyone in the band plays an instrument. they’ve been together two years, but it’s possible maybe one or two members have had to leave/have switched with someone else if ur chara is new to town. there should be at least one other core member besides cat tho that’s been there since the start.

HER BOYFRIEND. cat’s linked to isla’s secret, which is that isla has slept with cat’s boyfriend more than once. whether or not these two are more of an on/off thing, or whether they were on a break when it all happened is up to you, but they’re currently together now. they likely won’t stay together since cat isn’t gonna take that shit once she finds out, so if ur worried about being locked into a ship don’t be, or if it goes well and there’s chem maybe they sort shit out, who knows ! i’m happy to go w the flow on this, i just rlly want the damn connection for drama sodmsk.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS. either family friends or neighbours or people she generally just grew up with? they’d be the best people at dealing with her anger since they’ve handled it for years and i think she’d really appreciate them, even if she doesn’t always show it.

GYM BUDDIES. ofc she does muay thai so like, anyone that either trains with her or just goes to the gym generally to do cardio, weights, etc. she’s probably least angry when doing these things just bc she has an outlet for all of that pent-up energy, so this person probably sees a slightly calmer side to her, the hardworking side not many people notice.

PEOPLE SHE WORKS WITH. jfc does this girl stop? the answer is no. anyway, she has a weekend job at a local car garage helping fix stuff up, so it’s simple, gimme people she works with pls!!!

#❛ · ˚ . — IS THAT A WEED?! ⁽ 𝒗𝒊. ooc. ⁾ #i deffo feel like i've missed stuff even tho there's a lot ? #truly my most busy chara #textbooks:intro #bring me her bf pls for the Drama

[valntinemorgenstern]

Hi!! I saw your answer about jordelia being endgame and i was curious have you seen that someone asked cassie if james and cordelia will get married and have kids and she replied "sort of" for me this answer only makes sense if they are married but don´t act like husband and wife but how can they sort of have children?? I can´t help but keeping making theories hahah i only know that i already ship jordelia and i really hope they have a happy ending but i have a bad feeling about them!

Hi, yes, it’s strange isn’t it!! Well, if you’ll indulge me, I do have a small theory about this. now, i don’t have any textual evidence for this so at this point this is pure speculation, but bear with me.

the way i see it, you can only ‘sort of’ have kids if

they are adopted 

they (biologically) only belong to one of the parents i.e. they are illegitimate 

so, i reckon that owen herondale…may not be the son of cordelia + james. i think he may be the son of grace + james. obv the family tree doesn’t tell us that bc it would be clearly something they’d seek to cover up. 

i grant you: illegitimate children/issue born out of wedlock is (weirdly) not a storyline with any precedent in cassie’s books (given how many shadowhunter characters there are ) – apart from, arguably, mark and helen. (but seeing as they’re half-faerie and in faerie they don’t have conventional courting rules, it’s not exactly the same). 

and there’s also – can we ever imagine james effectively…cheating on cordelia? (if he is indeed married to her at that point?) 

the family tree tells us that owen herondale was born 1912, which would put his birth (given that cassie’s books normally cover only a few months), at well outside the main timeline of the books. however, we already know that lucie’s birthdate is (for some reason) later than it really is; it’s not outside the realms of possibility that owen’s birthdate could also be inaccurate. 

but still: why would james….?

if indeed, my theory is correct, about his love for grace being (possibly) the result of some enchantment, then that would explain his cheating on cordelia. (however, that would also mean that owen would effectively be the result of rape, which i’m not comfortable with, and i’m not sure that’s a storyline cassandra would be comfortable with, either. i do have another little theory that would get around that problem, tho. but we don’t have all day.) 

but still, why have an illegitimate child? even if the love triangle has been ‘resolved’ at this (unknown) point, illegitimate children belonging to a past lover is a traditional trope that ensures the other parent is denied closure of that past relationship. they can never really move on; every time they look at their child’s face, they are reminded of that past lover, and (potentially) the huge mistake they made in conceiving that child together. and tbh? that sounds like something cassie would do. just as james is moving on, happily married to cordelia – he looks at his son and is reminded of how he’s always tied to grace. it would mean that grace would leave a permanent imprint on james’ life. i know that makes his life sound fairly miserable, but we’re talking about cassie here.

also, wouldn’t it be the perfect twist? james is supposed to be nerdy and sweet and sensitive and awkward around girls (nothing but shadows); he would absolutely not be the person that we’d expect to have an illegitimate child. some other herondales – edmund, jace, will to a certain extent – definitely play off the whole womaniser reputation, and hint at having had liaisons with women, but james? hard to imagine. the stigma attached to having an illegitimate child would be incredibly ironic, if it ended up being attached to the one herondale who really, on the surface, doesn’t deserve it at all. 

why would cordelia agree to raise james’ lovechild, though? cordelia’s flower card, released a few years ago now, ��had a v striking tagline. 

why ‘loyal’?? unless….she has a reason to be ‘loyal’ i.e. to james? ofc it could be referring to a platonic love as well (with lucie?) but nonetheless, i thought that was quite intriguing. 

i don’t see any of this as necessarily ruining jordelia endgame. why not? well, i can’t find the damn post, but basically, ages ago – someone asked cassie about the family tree and she explained that it was patrilineal; only ma;e descendents were included and she said, for instance, james may have had daughter(s) who aren’t included on the family tree. as a general rule, cassie never suggests stuff like that that doesn’t turn out to be true. 

so i reckon that, although owen (may be?) illegitimate, james and cordelia may also have natural born (female) children, who simply don’t feature on the family tree. i think that would qualify as ‘sort of’. 

#the last hours #tsc #tlh #my metas #my theories

[callhimyoungk]

Day6 as Princes AU

Jae

the one who involves himself in JYP Nation’s political and social issues 

the social ambassador bc he’s good at A LOT OF LANGUAGES ( he studied abroad okay he’s a smart one) that’s why King JYP sends him to other nearby kingdoms to strengthen their alliances 

but the first thing Prince Jae does when he arrives ar other countries is to ask for food like lobsters, saying that the food would act as his welcoming and parting gifts. 

he’s not even guilty about it 

aCTUALLy he does more harm than good bc he gets into arguments with other people from different countries, including well respected and feared rulers. 

he successfully pisses them off but it’s nothing serious cause they always find him amusing and funny, (not many princes out there can be this sassy and funny and attractive at the same time, boy) 

invents the word “sweg” back in the day 

the people eventually get used to his sass and they even enjoy it 

which makes Jae proud, 

everyone in the country either lowkey hates him or is jealous of him 

hE DOESN’T EVEN CARE THO BC HE’S BUSY ENOUGH AND HE’S GOT A LOT OF WORK TO DO 

“I’m a prince I have work to do” 

“No Jae, you’re just shooting heart eyes at Brian,” Said, Prince Sungjin, 

Has the best relationship with Prince Brian as they both studied abroad together and they both lowkey bully Prince Wonpil together 

and they both love the youngest of them, Prince Dowoon 

the one amongst the others who interacts with the people the most, you can always find him on one of the streets, talking and laughing with the people

or he’s playing his guitar, singing along with the crowd 

doesn’t act like a prince, as he wonders himself how he even ended up born as one 

the most down-to-earth prince with top sense of humour you could only find in the whole JYP Nation

Sungjin

the one who’s the most responsible out of them, 

probably the one King JYP trusts the most, 

handles a lot of issues within the nation as he tries to keep everything in order and makes sure everything is alright 

has to take care of his four other brothers, and to him, this is more tiring than handling nation issues 

nO ONE EVER LISTENS TO HIM, THEY ALL MOCK HIM AND TEASE HIM 

gets annoyed at their pranks so he ignores them 

only succeeding in making Prince Wonpil whines even more at him, demanding attention

“Why won’t you talk to me?~~” whined, Wonpil 

“…” Sungjin and Jae’s same response for poor wonpil

he has a lot of responsibilities so he gets stressed a lot and singing is the only way for him to release his stress

the one prince who likes, loves to sing 

HIS VOICE IS BEYOND AMAZING, AND EVERYONE LOVES HIS VOICE 

always sings at festivals, with the boys, 

and he gets absolutely happy when he sees people enjoying their singing

he would even dance occasionally, when he’s feeling up to it, twirling and flailing around the ballroom dance floor, 

causing people to hide their smiles and laughter 

AND THE BOYS TEASE AND MOCK HIM EVEN HARDER FOR IT 

but he doesn’t mind bc he enjoys it, so why should he care

when he’s walking on the streets, someone would always request for him to sing and he would always do so 

bc he’s the kind to never refuse a chance, an opportunity to sing 

and everyone is impressed of his singing

so he would sing, along with the crowd, until Jae comes running with his guitar 

so they would start all over again, singing again and grinning

until Dowoon and Wonpil come running along, yelling that they want to join as well 

they couldn’t find Prince Brian tho, who’s probably passed out somewhere, sleeping as usual 

the prince who has the most amazing voice you could never find anywhere but in JYP Nation

Brian

a real, actual breathing, annoyingly perfect prince

the one who actually seems like he could do anything, and everything, 

it’s like there’s nothing he can’t do 

he can sing, dance, play instruments, speaks different languages, devilishly handsome features, devastating smiles, a hot delicious body, 

(do i even need to list more?? i can bet that no one would have any trouble imagining brian as a prince) 

the one who’s the most popular 

receives flowers, love letters and chocolates daily, 

which he gets a little shy about it, but he doesn’t mind bc that means he gets to eat chocolate and probably a lot of other food that he gets everyday 

is mostly seen hanging around with Jae, mostly they eat or talk about food together 

or he’s nearby at wherever Prince Dowoon is 

everyone in JYP Nation knows how he adores Dowoon

probably the busiest prince too 

he’s almost always at the library, studying, with piles of books in front of him 

and a bulky bag filled with food next to him 

he always sneaks food in bc he couldn’t care less 

“Studying needs energy and we gain energy by eating.” He’d always say that

writes sappy bittersweet poems and he likes sharing it with other people 

bc he wants to hear people compliment him 

he sings them out as a song too, turning the words into lyrics, on the rare occasion when the five boys are all gathered together, singing

bc he’s always off sleeping, eating, or studying somewhere. Most of the time, he sleeps 

but when he sings, it’s PURE SIN. EVERYONE IS IN AWE BC OF HIS SINGING AND HIS WHOLE CHARM 

rumour has it that some girls even fainted 

everyone loves him and his sappy poems bc it’s so heartbreakingly beautiful 

gets vvvv happy and teary-eyed when people sincerely tells him that they enjoy his poems and singing 

BUT when he’s not off somewhere doing his thing, he’d probably gang up with Jae and bully Wonpil together (poor wonpil) 

or the both of them would get all heart eyes and smiley faces at Dowoon

the most prince-like Prince who’s going to keep torturing you bc of his perfectness

Wonpil

the cutest prince omg 

he gets shy when people compliment him for his good looks, or manners, or his voice when he sings, 

but he appreciates it, a lot 

he gets really happy and smiles very widely 

WATCH OUT FOR HIS SMILE BC IT SHINES BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN BUT ITS OKAY CAUSE YOULL BE BLESSED 

gets happy and excited everytime when he gets to sing 

turns into the cutest puppy ever

if he had a tail it would be wagging like crazy it might actually fall off 

he’s the type that would get sad too if you get sad

and get happy too if you’re happy 

everyone loves him bc he’s just so nice and kind??

except for Jae and Brian who likes to bully him, ESPECIALLY JAE

but ofc, our kind-hearted Wonpil doesn’t even mind 

bc he gets their attention anyway 

follows Dowoon around most of the time 

bc he adores the younger boy, a little too much (ofc everyone loves dowoon right?!)

which annoys Dowoon a little bc Wonpil’s basically glued to him 

hangs out with Dowoon at the nearest farm 

and he always tries to get close to the animals like the donkeys, sheeps, rabbits, dogs, 

but they usually ignore him, which makes him pout 

they just like Dowoon more, somehow 

(iTS OKAY WONPILI)

plays the piano and is a genius at it 

everyone loves having him play 

anything he plays sounds like a masterpiece (it probably is) 

the type that’s always humming a tone softly no matter what he’s doing

gets absolutely excited and nervous everytime him and the boys get to sing in front of a crowd 

he gets a lot cuter when he’s nervous and excited

like he’d bounce lightly on his heels, he’d purse and pout his lips, he’d puff his cheeks 

but let me warn you, he turns into your great sin when he opens his mouth to sing 

those stares, and that voice, pure sin and pleasure 

the cutest prince with the brightest smile that you’ll definitely fall in love with

Dowoon

the youngest prince 

and no doubt, the one everyone adores and loves 

he’s a pure precious baby,

everyone is vv protective of him 

he’s also very kind, 

loves animals a lot

he’s almost always at the nearest farm/barn, taking care and playing with the animals

names the animals in a very savage but cute way 

for example, he names the chickens as “Jae’s kids” 

he loves dogs 

always has a dog with him everywhere

gets shy when people compliment him

the tips of his ears turn red

but he’s lowkey proud of himself

everyone else is very proud of him tho

no matter what he’s accomplished

gets annoyed when wonpil sticks too close to him

“Can you please get out of my bed?”

he doesn’t mind but he hates it when wonpil finds his way into his bed

tries to kick wonpil out

but wonpil never stops trying

so eventually dowoon gives up

and just share a bed with wonpil

has an amazing ability of just hitting random objects and turning it into some sort of beat or melody

he could be eating and he randomly starts hitting his chopsticks on his bowls

rhythmically

and when the boys catch on, they start to sing

and that’s how a random concert suddenly happens

everyone’s having a lot of fun

and he’s the happiest at the moment

the most precious prince and you’ll absolutely fall in love with him and his charm

#i had fun writing this but didn't so much when it comes to looking for ideas #hope you guys like this #day6 scenarios #AU worlds #day6 jae #day6 young k #day6 dowoon #day6 sungjin #day6 wonpil #day6 imagines #mine

[bettysnooze]

9, 13, 16, 8, 10 !

10. which muse is the most fun to write for?

already answered here !!

16. which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

depends on what they do tbh but like if this is ‘fighting for no reason’ than definitely makaria, and if it’s bc they’re an isle kid or like half-animal then it’s otto

and ofc makaria and otto would just 100% fight each other

~*~*~*~*~*~ okay so somehow i got all the long ones kjhbfevkhe so READMORE for otps/notps and How I Met My Muse (also since this got so long i’ll answer 13 on another ask!!

8. what is each of your muses otps? notps?

so this is gonna be like ‘i once shipped them’ and ‘so many crushes’ (I’LL USE THE SLASH)and it could have been for like five minutes or five weeks so pls welcome to my mind

betty otps: betty/ranon, betty/happiness, betty/feeling-protected, betty/melissabetty notps: like romantically every other guardian kid bc she is literally their mother/sister

veronika otps: VERONIKA/NOELLE, also veronika/a-good-loving-familyveronika notps: veronika/not-good-loving-families

makaria otps: MAK/BAIN, mak/talon JHBCVKDJHFEBJ A MESSmak notps: mak/stress

hershey otps: hershey/ophelia, hershey/self-care, hershey/self-confidence omfghershey notps: hershey/self-destructive tendencies

cestrum otps: cestrum/misty, cestrum/relaxationcestrum notps: cestrum/lola (i stg this was a crackship idea once and lord almighty)

aiwei otps: aiwei/juniper, aiwei/happiness, aiwei/finding-out-more-about-his-family, aiwei/BECOMING-A-REAL-BOY-BC-HE-WAS-ONLY-A-BABY-WHEN-HE-DIEDaiwei notps: aiwei/confrontation :(

otto otps: otto/common-sense, otto/open-mindednessotto notps: otto/any-of-his-dreams-coming-true, otto/winning

illyria otps: ROLLY POLLY OLLY (illyria/ronan), illyria/the-sea, illyria/comfortillyria notp: illyria/not-being-near-the-sea (this is happening rn jfc), illyria/discomfort

kirsa otps: uM KIRSA/SHEN (SHIRSA???? SHIH TZU???), kirsa/talking-about-her-emotions-instead-of-passive-aggresively-making-them-into-playskirsa notps: kirsa/not-being-honest its an issue

dignan otps: dignan/being-himself, dignan/darcy CAN I LET THE POOR BOY LIVE ? NO ?, dignan/FUTURE BOYFRIEND WHERE ART THOU, dignan/baseball the real otp thodignan notps: dignan/closeted

helen otps: helen/swords, helen/coranza, helen/angel, helen/shae, I GOT SO MANY, helen/being-herself, helen/no-responsibilitieshelen notps: helen/keeping-things-to-herself :(

penelope otps: penelope/money, penelope/being-soft, penelope/coming-to-terms-with-her-horrible-upbringingpenelope notps: penelope/being-selfish jcvnfklrfjvbwr

9. why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

( BETTY ): i knew tasha and rhi from a previous rp we were all in, and they’d played guardian characters too and i aLWAYS wanted to play a guardian character but i didn’t have any ideas back then, but then they were like “hey you should join us” and i was like “BOY OH BOY”. sandy was always my favourite guardian, and i had just finished rping a daughter-of-morpheus character so dream powers were like my thing and boom, betty mansnoozie was born aka the sweetest, most good character i’ve ever written. ALSO i’ve always had sibling-ish relationships with rhi so like the betty/jake relationship goes back a LOOONG way

( VERONIKA ): after betty i knew i wanted a darker character, and i was like “okay so who is like completely unforgivable” and i immediately thought of rasputin. there was also another rasputin child around at the time, and they had gotten rasputin’s powers so i was like!! what if i made a kid that wanted those powers, who wanted to be a villain and to be like their parent?? veronika’s gone a long way since then and really like i’m so proud of her and i love her so much, she’s just gone through a lot i lOVE HER

( MAKARIA ): SO OKAY LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ME AND HADES BECAUSE HONESTLY, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR YEARS. i first played a character based on panic (hades’ sidekick) like aaaaages ago, and then i played actual disney hades in another rp. needless to say i really fucking love hades as a character. and betty was too nice, and veronika was too cynical and kept to herself, and i really wanted another mean-spirited CHATTERBOX (because i myself am such a chatterbox i mean look at this). i lowkey had a child of hades in a closed rp sort of situation, his name was macario (because i’d wanted a son) but the original is makaria, and i love my girls sO makaria was born. i also love zendaya, and previously hades had always been white but so much art on tumblr depicts persephone as this beautiful black woman so !! BOOM. i also wanted to try a different villain-kid-parent dynamic, because veronika ends up hating her dad but mak like 100% defends hades still like even to this day

( HERSHEY ): I WANTED A BOY LMAO and i was really into bts at the time so i’m like okay hmm where would yoongi fit in?? i re-watched wreck-it-ralph randomly and i remembered that i always wanted to try a sugar rush child so i was like heeeeeeeeeyyyy :)))). and it kinda just all fell into place because i’d also been interested in making a character that loved cars and racing (fast and the furious got me so bad). and i liked the idea of having another character with some sort of ability, and it was so interesting figuring out how hershey was going to fit into the auradon world bc he was originally virtual sO YEAH. and also the name came like in a second. FUN FACT, hershey von schweetz’s fc (in a different time before BTS took over my life) was going to be hailee steinfeld and now look at wHO USES HAILEE STEINFELD

( CESTRUM ): so after the craziness and Extra-ness of makaria and hershey i know i wanted someone more chill. i had always loved alice in wonderland i knew i wanted a son of the caterpillar because 1) alan rickman’s voice is God and 2) i always wanted to rp the caterpillar in like so many disney rps but i never got the chance lmao. so the idea for cestrum actually came even before i found the perfect fc (kibum), and it took me ages to find the perfect fc. i knew he was going to be weird and quiet but also talkative but also nOT? and just a different moral compass and way of thinking from everyone else. i was so sure about applying for cestrum and it was only after that i was like “ok but am i going to be smart enough to play this like 5000 IQ person wtf did i get into” and yEAH. also i always like making new characters with types that (during that time of the rp) aren’t so common yet, so having this stoic character was like yEAAAAAHHHH

( AIWEI ): so hershey and cestrum are my first boys and this is basically the start of my “one boy after another” streak and then i got AIWEI. the real babe. everyone’s been pretty mature so far, or like dealing with a lot of responsibility etc. and now i wanted someone who would be like a real teenager (more or less) and just have that childlike wonder and be rly innocent tbh. so aiwei is all of this, and he’s young and inexperienced but the twist was that he’s actually this boy who died in a fire when he was a baby and his father, in the underworld, resurrected him and performed some magic frankenstein stuff to make him grow older. and he’s the oldest out of all the kids but he’s been a baby 60% of this life until elder gutknecht finally got all the tools necessary to make him old and i jUST !! also i really loved that tin-man song from the wizard of oz. my actual baby, aiwei gutknecht i love him and will die for him

( OTTO ): AND AFTER ALL THE NICE, SEMI-NICE PEOPLE i was like “so what’s happening with the isle thing right now do ppl not like them like is there active resentment or what” and then i was like “what if i had a character that did the active resentment!!” and otto white was born. i knew he was going to be a jackass. i knew he was going to be anti-isle. and i knew he had to be a prince and a kid of one of the ‘original’ disney princesses. and i ended up choosing snow white because she’s technically the ‘oldest’ and there was evie and vera and i was like aayyyyy conflict. but yeah so otto was going to be the personification of fear and bias against isle kids, and i thought it’d be fun to play with that politics and society thing that i’ve never really done before. otto’s my first character that is actually irredeemably an asshole. i wanted to see how far i could go and where i could go with a character that was actively trying to not change. i was super nervous about applying for him tho bc like i knew he was going to insult a lot of people and i didn’t want to be like hated rip bUT it turned out well so YEH

( ILLYRIA ): i’ll be honest i watched pirates of the carribean and like calypso/davy jones is still the otp of otps for me. and i once had my fortune-telling phase and i saw valentine was there anD ALSO AN OPPORTUNITY TO USE A FILIPINO FC !! HECK YEAH !! and at this point i wanted to like branch out from my usual characters and try something different, to add new things about characters so i thought about illyria’s aversion to touch. and i knew she was going to be stoic and weird like cestrum, but she was also going to be charming and i wanted to see how that would go and it’s hard getting into illyria’s head sometimes but she’s like a Fave

( KIRSA ): so i watched this movie called “the darjeeling limited” and it’s basically about this dysfunctional set of siblings – one of them feels super responsible for the other two but is a big mess, the other sort is more put together but has problems he actively avoids, and then the last is this playwright who’s been in love with the same girl for like 10 years and falls in love easily. and i was like “who does that remind me of???” SO TBH the idea for kirsa first started out as a brother for the stahlbaums but then i realised there were no more spaces and i was like “tHE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!!” and the rest is history. so kirsa is the dramatic playwright who falls in love too easily but also doesn’t know how to love properly, and she drinks and smokes and has all these vices and she’s still 17 so like what a hot mess. she’s as talkative as mak and as flirty as hershey but kirsa is less put-together and although she thinks she knows herself, she really doesn’t. she needs guidance pls

( DIGNAN ): so this really just began as a “i wanna get in on this waters family drama” business LMAO. and i love sarah’s misty so i wanted to see how it would go if she had a little brother. it also made a bit of a change because most of my characters are like the ‘older’ siblings or friends and i wanted more young people so i thought of dignan!! i also wanted a character that would be more pro-authority than other characters i’ve had before (dig’s always going to think highly of the auradon royalty bc he understands them and knows they don’t rly have much choice sometimes and that they try their best). and i chose joe keery (aka steve harrington, love of my life) as an fc bc i JUST FINISHED WATCHING STRANGER THINGS and charlie heaton was darcy, and natalia dyer was being used too and i was like hEYYY FC CONNECTIONS. 

               FUN FACT: dignan’s two defining things right now (baseball and being gay) weren’t even in the cards at the start, he was literally supposed to be more john watson, i’m-gonna-be-a-serious-doctor and like be fun but a guy who loved to study. but now he’s sporty and he’s figuring out this new part of himself and he’s literally my actual favourite character right now i love dig so much. also i needed a character that would 100% share my love for the 80s (hershey loves 80s music but only sings to annoy ppl so its not the sAME). and now dig has the hair and the fashion sense and he loves 80s music too man.

( HELEN ): the idea for helen really began with like this ‘bodyguard’ idea. i wanted a character that was like 100% protective. they were going to be this warrior, trained-as-a-child kind of person, and they were gonna be connected to royalty. i first tried this with kirsa but that didn’t work out, and then i tried it with dignan but he was too soft and easily persuaded tbh he can never be mad at his royals. and then i thought of tangled (and the mess the hoods and the greenes were in at the time LMAO). 

helen was first gonna be max’s child (for the full guard effect) but then i saw a space opening for rapunzel and eugene’s child and !! and then she became princess warrior, who wanted to protect her people rather than rule them and LIKE WHO DOES THAT REMIND ME OF??? PRINCESS LEIA ORGANA THAT’S WHO so seriously fun fact, a lot of the inspriation for helen is leia. and i chose the name ‘helen’ because of helen of sparta, a beautiful woman who started the longest war, and together with the fact that helen is very much a fighter of wars rather than the starter (and she has low self-esteem rip) its so fun i love helen, my sword princess child

( PENELOPE ): so i have an asshole auradonian, and mak is like simmering down, i knew i wanted an asshole isle person. and mak/blythe have such an awesome friendship and i loved blythe’s character and all the people in the cinderella family and world and i knew i wanted to get some of that action ;)))) so i rewatched the 2015 movie (I LOVE CATE BLANCHETT SO MUCH) and then i rewatched ‘ever after’ which is this 90s cinderella movie with drew barrymore. after watching ever after, i knew exactly how i wanted this daughter of drizella to be like. she’s going to be the worst parts of mak and kirsa (they’re bitches but like nice ones) and just be this snooty sugar baby gold-digger. she knows exactly what she wants, she knows she’s going to get it. she’s part daisy buchanan, jordan baker, very much this hedonistic character who understands life as being good if you have money and status. such an old idea but it’s what she learned from her fAMILY. 

a lot of penelope’s character came from me wanting to explore what i’d found with otto, the unapologetic asshole, but now she had reasons to be. otto’s rich and gets ltierally everything he wants so he sucks even more because he’s still mean-spirited – but now we have penny, who grew up with nothing but wanted everything, and her grandmother and mother put all their hopes and dreams on her, told her not to associate with her nicer aunt and cousin and even her little sister – and she’s an asshole. literally guys penelope is going to change and become better i just dunno how yet but shE WILL

13. what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

THIS ASK GOT WAY TOO LONG ALREADY, BUT I GOT THIS NUMBER IN ANOTHER QUESTION SO I’LL ANSWER IT THEEEEERE

#the whole 'why were you drawn to ur characters' thing #eventually became like 'A History of Ally' #jehbvkwhebvkrhje #I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS #christ it got so long #i can literally write essays about my kids #ooc; #missingapulse #m