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neechees · 5 months

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Hi! You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, that's totally fine! But you talking about Orville Peck's appropriation of indigenous culture with his fashion choices made me realize that I had never considered that there might be some aspects of "cowboy clothes" that white ppl shouldn't wear and that was super wrong of me. Again, you totally don't have to answer this, but I was just wondering what ways a white person could wear "cowboy clothes" in a manner that wasn't disrespectful? Or perhaps, should we not wear them at all? I can't afford T yet, but when I can finally get it I was planning on getting a cowboy outfit to embrace my trans mascness, but if that would be wrong of me I can scrap that plan no problem!

Ehhh again this is actually SUPER HARD to answer because almost everything about cowboy fashion & the cowboy "aesthetics" are lifted directly from Native American fashion and culture, either because a lot of cowboys back in the day were Native American themselves (including Afro-Natives & Indigenous Mexican vaqueros) or they were White & just kinda. stole the look from the Native cowboys due to a number of factors.

If you google "cowboy jewelry" the first thing that comes up is silverwork & belts & turquoise jewelry, which is taken from Navajo metalwork. Fringed leather clothing? Again, many Native tribes did that (& in some tribes the fringes could mean something, its not just for looks), most popularily with vests, jackets, and pants. A lot if the leather jackets were a result of Native women just sewing their clothes the same but in a European styled cut. Compare this "cowboy" look below to a Lakota war shirt: both have hair embellishments dangling from the arms.

Studded belts? Inspired by Cheyenne mirror belts, which often also have metal studs in them & you'll still see Native pow wow dancers have this in their regalia. Floral vests? A lot of the inspiration comes from Plains floral beadwork. Geometric patterns and blankets? Came from Southwest or Mexican Native American blankets & designs, ask any Navajo weaver & they'll tell you the same. Feathers in cowboy hats? Who else is famous for wearing feathers on their heads--? Native Americans. The look is still popular with older Native men.

Hell, if you visit this site that sells Western/cowboy fashion, you'll see a SHITTON of appropriation going on, taking Native imagery & designs, including one taken from Native American ledger art, all on White models.

The appropriation of Native culture and fashion in the cowboy/western sphere is ongoing, and the influence that Native fashion & culture has in Western/cowboy fashion as it is is absolutely MASSIVE. I once said in another post that the cowboy/western aesthetic essentially belongs to Native Americans, Latines (especially Mexicans), and Black people. And the history of White cowboys has been one largely of colonialism, racism, and displacement of Indigenous peoples, and the masculinity associated with White cowboys especially is also steeped into racism & American patriotism (think John Wayne. There's a reason he's an American icon who played cowboys & killing Indians in films.). I think the only thing that isn't influenced from either appropriation or colonization is like, jeans. Even the style of cowboy boots themselves and potentially chaps were influenced from vaqueros.

So if you're White I'm not sure that'd exactly be a good route to take because trying to seperate Indigenous elements from this fashion/look (nevermind the problematic history of White cowboys) is almost impossible. Obviously I can't force you to do anything, but honestly if I were you, I'd try a different direction, because otherwise I think you'll find trying to do this will be very hard.

#anonymous #history

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oroniusn · 9 days

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Introductions

Hello! You may call me Samuel :] (or Sam, Samael, Oroniusn, Oro, I’m not picky!) I decided to redo my introduction post so it was more accurate and elaborate.

I’m a trans man, I’m oriented aroace (romance and sex repulsed/indifferent but it fluctuates at times, when not repulsed I consider myself gay/MLM)

I call myself Transexual, Tranny and a fag, that bothers you feel free to leave your complaints at the door I do not care. All other “old” queer terms fit as well!

I’m also a proud socialist!

My two big special interests are WW1/WW2 history, and survivalist/apocalypse prepping. I’m always down to talk about both. (Especially if you’re also from the United States, the land here is beautiful and I’d love to run off into the woods)

a warning for cannibalism/murder talk on here (both of which I bring up regularly), to get the F&Q out of the way, yes I would eat a person if given the chance, Now moving on!

Currently learning German (A-1? Bordering on A-2? It’s a slow process) and will probably be posting on here in German as a practice when I get better.

American English is my native language (C2)

I’m a practicing Norse Pagan (with Christopagan/Enochian elements mixed in) as well as a Therian/Otherkin (spiritual and mental, depends on the kintype, feel free to ask questions!) I’m generally a very open person when it comes to the paranormal, ghosts, cryptids, curses, demons, I follow a sort of “It’s real until proven otherwise” path. It keeps life interesting.

-DNI-

Supporters of the IDF/Israel or anyone who thinks you can have a neutral stance on the liberation of Palestine

Actually anyone who thinks ANY form of colonization is correct, I don’t want you here

Far right wingers (I’m a socialist, why are you here)

TERFs/SWERFs/TRUSCUM, any of those fuckers, I’ll just block you anyways but might as well add it

“Kill all men” people (I’m a trans dude, once again why are you here?)

Evangelicals, I have no problems with other branches, Y’all are welcome here

Anti-recovery (It’s fine if YOU don’t want to recover, just not if you don’t believe people should recover)

Anyone who is Anti-reclaiming, please do some research on 80’s-90’s queer culture.

-BYF-

I pretty much never check the accounts I interact with before hand, if I broke your DNI it wasn’t intentional (although I tend to find “this fandom dni” type lists stupid as hell)

I can seem very unhinged at times, that’s pretty much my normal (by unhinged I don’t mean “silly” I mean I have little to no moral compass and empathy for others, I also struggle to differentiate right from wrong sometimes)

I also experience paranoia, hallucinations and delusions that can cause me to be irrational. Typically around things like being watched (either by something or by cameras Truman show style) being hunted or an impending sense of doom/feeling that something bad is about to happen.

I struggle with self harm/suicidal thoughts and will occasionally vent on this blog, if you’d like to avoid seeing that block the tags (#tw self harm) and (#tw sui ideation)

A detailed list of fandoms/my interests can be found below!

-Movies/Shows-

Hannibal (the show and all movies, manhunter included)

Saw

Sweeny Todd (2007)

The Crow (1994)

The Thing (1982)

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954)

Land of the Lost (1974)

Tremors (1990)

Coraline

Star Trek (specifically from 1966)

M*A*S*H (1972)

Dawn of the Dead (2004)

Apocalypse Now (1979)

The Truman Show

Saving Private Ryan (1998)

JoJo Rabbit

All Quiet on the Western Front (1930, the new one is also good however I prefer the original)

Dunkirk

Band of Brothers (2001)

Downfall/Der Untergang

Inglorious Bastards

Full metal jacket (1987)

Zero Dark Thirty (2012)

Look who’s back/Er Ist Wieder Da (political commentary portrayed as comedy my beloved, the book is even better)

(I’m a massive old/war movie fan and I always take suggestions for new ones!! )

-Books-

Maus

Look who’s back

Paradise Lost

Paradise Regained

The Divine Comedy

All Quiet on the Western Front

1984

Animal Farm

Catch-22

Crime and Punishment

Jurassic park

The Lost World

The Book Thief

Hannibal (all four books)

The Hunger Games

(And more)

-Music-

The Crane Wives

Swear and Shake

The Oh Hellos

Hozier

Modest Mouse

Gregory Alan Isakov

Kimya Dawson

Noah Kahan

Iron & Wine

The Mountain Goats

Johnny Cash

Saintseneca

Radical Face

Alex G

Rammstein

Ghost (bc)

Mitski

Mumford & Sons

Fiona Apple

Big Thief

Florence + The Machine

The Hunts

Radiohead

Little Chief

Roar

(And more but this list is already long)

-Games-

FNAF (Been a fan since 2014 baby!)

LOZ (BOTW, TOTK, Skyward Sword and Twilight Princess mainly)

Night in the woods

Fran bow

What remains of Edith Finch

Stardew Valley

MW2

Red Dead Redemption

FAITH: The Unholy Trinity

Fears to Fathom

Red Dead Redemption

(Just the main ones I’ll talk about)

-Misc (Mostly YouTube based stuff)-

Hazbin Hotel (since pre pilot days)

Angel Hare

Local 58

Gemini Home Entertainment

Mandela catalog

Mystery Flesh Pit

Graylock

Vita Carnis

Happy Meat Farms

Welcome To Nightvale

The Magnus Archives

Creep Cast

The Red Thread

-YouTubers-

Wendigoon

ESOTERICA

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier

Sam O’nella

GTLive

Game theory (and all attached channels)

Watcher

HasanAbi

Penguinz0

-Hobbies-

Crochet

Knitting (although I’m not very good yet I do still enjoy it!)

Quilting

Hiking (I love, LOVE being out in nature, I’d die in the city)

Witchcraft

Writing (both my own stories and fan fiction)

Bushcraft

Archery/making bows (I’m not great at it yet but practice makes perfect!)

Art (painting and digital)

Foraging (both for food and medicine purposes)

Folk medicine/medicinal herbs (just small stuff for myself right now, I’m not confident enough in my skills yet)

Herping (I keep a notebook full of native species I’ve found out on my walks, especially snakes)

Collecting bones, pelts, and other animal parts

Bird watching

Hunting/Trapping (I put this in hobbies because I do enjoy doing it, however I only hunt for food and use every part of the animal)

#langblr #aroace #loveless aroace #introducing myself #therianthropy #therian #otherkin #alterhumanity #alterhuman #norse pagan witch #practicing witchcraft #I’m a sucker for military movies #angelkin #actually angelic #i’ll add more tags later

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aff1uence · 6 months

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𓏲 * ( paul mescal, questioning, he/they, noah kahan cc ) ⸺ pictures of FINN ABEL RIGGS have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to celebrating six-months of sobriety on his socials — i'm not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their sheepskin jacket that they've owned for many years, distressed jeans and earth-toned flannel shirts, i'm not surprised to hear that they are considered part of the NOUVEAU RICHES. after 27 years, they've managed to garner a reputation for being more welcoming than faithless, but their critics say that they're more self-indulgent than witty when they aren't too busy focusing on their guitar collection ( constantly growing ) ; reading through reviews and fan messages for a pick-me-up ; riding on public transport just to feel a sense of normalcy. when they aren't occupied with their work as a singer / songwriter, they've been sighted hiking. reputation.com has taken to calling them FOLK PRINCE in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ). ──

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: finn abel riggs . nickname(s): finnie . rigger . age: twenty7 . date of birth: 26th of june , 1996 . place of birth: meredith , new hampshire . current location: lower east side , new york city . ethnicity: white american . gender: questioning . pronouns: he / they . sexual orientation: pansexual . romantic orientation: panromantic . relationship status: single . religion: ex - christian . occupation: singer / songwriter . education: high school diploma . accent: new england . spoken languages: english ( native ) , spanish ( intermediate ) .

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

faceclaim: paul mescal . hair colour and style: light brown , short textured mullet . eye colour: blue . height: 5 ft 11 . tattoos: a line of trees on his ribcage . none: ears . clothing style: folksy casual , jeans , graphic tees , sheepskin jackets . distinguishing features: none . signature scent: montblanc explorer .

HEALTH.

mental disorder(s): anxiety , chronic depression . physical disorder(s): none . allergies: lactose . sleeping habits: night owl , often oversleeps . eating habits: flexitarian . sociability: ambivert . addictions: alcoholism . drug use: weed . alcohol use: currently sober .

PERSONALITY.

label(s): folk prince . positive traits: welcoming , witty , creative , eager . negative traits: faithless , self - indulgent , blunt , stubborn . likes: writing music , touring , hiking , going to the cinema . dislikes: photoshoots , award shows , metal music , ball sports . fears: becoming a one - hit wonder . goals and ambitions: to continue to make great music and work with other talented artists . astrology: cancer ( sun ) , libra ( moon ) , gemini ( rising ) . moral alignment: chaotic good . element: earth . primary vice: sloth . primary virtue: humility .

BIOGRAPHY.

finn abel riggs grew up in the small town of meredith , new hampshire . everyone knew everyone and that was the way his family liked it . his parents liked the slower life , the suburbia that came with a place surrounded by trees and between two lakes . he grew up with one older brother , jack , only just over a year apart – best friends . they spent their free afternoons cycling to the lake to watch their dad work on the boats , racing each other behind his pick-up on the way home . this continued for most of finn's childhood . however , when finn was 13 , his brother jack was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer . from that moment on , all priorities had shifted . his mother doreen quit her job at the local post office while his father picked up more shifts . they were constantly driving between hospitals for jack's treatments and whenever finn could , he came along . his grades started slipping , but there were more important things to worry about . there were constant ups and downs , but eventually , two years after being diagnosed , jack passed . losing his best friend and only sibling , finn found himself lost . he stopped socialising and did not speak for two months . for that next christmas , he was gifted a guitar by his parents , as well as a set of five lessons to get him started . he poured his heart and soul into that guitar . having the guitar as a proxy between him and the outside world , it became easier to open up . he started writing songs and made new friends . rather than watch his father work at the lake , he now found himself sitting around campfires with bottles of liquor stolen from their parents' liquor cabinets , making music . this continued until he , flying by the seat of his pants , graduated high school . he'd been promoting his music a bit and been playing at weddings and small parties . a small amount of money saved up , he packed a bag , his guitar and left for new york city . he couchsurfed between gigs , spending all the money he had on booze . plenty of nights he found himself out on the street , curled up under a bush in central park hoping to be left alone , absolutely hammered . he wrote music with other artists , working together on music , but nothing really came from it. he had a small cult following . a year and a half ago , he was busking in the subway when he was approached by a talent agent . for a few weeks , he got himself together to save enough money to record a demo , which was them picked up for an ep . the ep did alright , just hitting threshold to record an album . the album went viral . everyone wanted a piece of him and he decided to put down the bottle , checking himself into rehab with his advance and the help of his manager . his us tour started immediately after rehab and it was a hit . he recently found a new place to live and celebrated 6 months of sobriety .

#wealth.intro #𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒 . biography #alcoholism tw #cancer tw

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euphorial-docx · 5 months

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i need to know so badly what american culture means to you

i am happy you asked!

i don’t want to sound like an america stan— we definitely are The Worst in a lot of ways— but america is one of the most diverse countries in the world. and additionally every state, and every county within every state, is wildly diverse too.

i’ll try to somewhat organize my thoughts:

sports like football, baseball, cheerleading, volleyball, skateboarding, snowboarding, basketball. and obviously the culture surrounding sports that stems from those, namely football.

fashion like blue jeans, street wear style, motorcycle jackets, cowboy attire (which is generally all throughout north and south america), and the plethora of traditional native dress.

our school system in general has its own culture with prom, the dress codes, marching bands, bring your tractor to school day, spirit week.

music with jazz, blues, rock n roll, hip hop, country, surf, bluegrass, gospel, disco.

foods like soul food, tex-mex, cajun, american chinese. specific foods like chicago deep dish pizza, spaghetti and meatballs, hard shell tacos, s’mores, pbj, blt, coke and pepsi, and fry bread (y’all it’s so good. please try it when you have the chance.)

cultures like appalachian, western desert, creole, cajun, surf, skate, chicano, tejano, the numerous native cultures that are still very much alive, and so many more.

and then stuff like drive in theaters, regional accents and dialect, comic books, barbecues, tailgating, greek life, modern halloween, rodeo, county fairs, mardi gras, and pow wows.

a lot of american culture comes from our black and native populations, as well as from the immigrants that helped and continue to help make this country. we’re called the “melting pot” for a reason and that’s one of the things i do love about my country.

it’s always bugged me that so many people just write it all off as nothing— even people in america write it off. these influences aren’t nothing. there are rich cultures all across america; cultures that are from specific regions, cultures that are nationwide, and then cultures that north and south america share.

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worldcatlas · 10 months

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VOY: Caretaker (Part 1)

Just like its predecessor, Deep Space Nine, Voyager opens with an expository text crawl explaining the current galactic situation. We learn about the Maquis – a plucky, non-Federation rebel group fighting the Cardassian occupation – then jump right into a heated space battle!

Fire! Raise shields! And somebody turn off that damned smoke machine!

As one would expect from a ragtag group of resourceful underdogs, the Maquis wear mismatched outfits made for trouble; we’re introduced to Chakotay and B’Elanna, both sporting rolled-up sleeves and tough leather vests.

Forearms mean business.

Tuvok is here too, although we don’t get a good look at his outfit from any of the angles in this scene. Chakotay makes up for it, however, by giving us a bit of a catwalk look at his duds: the patterned shirt is lovely, and probably meant to evoke his Native American heritage.

Actually, this may be the least problematic reference to his “heritage.”

Next, we’re taken to a sunny, verdant New Zealand penal colony, where Captain Janeway is busy picking out a boy toy. Unsurprisingly, we’re working with the same Starfleet uniforms currently in use on DS9, with a coloured section on the shoulders indicating department, and a grey turtleneck with rank pips underneath.

Get used to it – Voyager won’t be receiving wardrobe updates for about the next seven years.

Janeway finds the man she’s looking for – the boyishly handsome Nick Locarno Tom Paris – and hands him a “get out of jail free” card in the form of an invitation to join her crew. Tom considers her offer, weighing the excitement of adventure against having to give up his stylish prison coverall; the garment is concrete grey, with subtle shade differences across the chest and shoulders, not unlike a Starfleet uniform. I appreciate the asymmetry of the dark grey extending down the left sleeve, but not the right. The flap closure at the front is a little bit sexy, too, and along with the rolled-up sleeves, gives a “greasemonkey” vibe we’ll come to see a lot of from Tom.

The ankle monitor makes a nice accessory, too.

Meanwhile, Voyager is docked at Deep Space Nine, and we cut to a character we all know and love: Quark! …In the process of ripping off young Harry Kim. Although Quark’s ensemble technically belongs to another show, I still have to award it “best outfit” for the episode. The matching teal hues in the pants, shirt, and jacket is a beautiful bit of coordination, and it’s obvious the costume department has had a few seasons to perfect the character design. It’s not unusual for a Ferengi to dress so lavishly, but Harry should probably take it as a warning sign that he’s about to be ripped off.

I’m sure he’ll be fine.

Up on the ship, Janeway has a chat with her fiancé Mark, who’s sporting a handsome wool-looking jacket in a dark mustard colour. Mark only gets about six lines and thirty seconds of screen time, so his outfit has to really pull its weight here building a character: handsome but approachable, smart but unpretentious, still shops at GAP in his 50s.

Sensible. I meant sensible.

There are no new costumes for a while as we meet the ship and crew, but we do get a few nice close-ups of Janeway’s lovely, elaborate updo – a more complicated style than the “bun of steel” she’ll wear in coming episodes.

Ignore the wig glue. It’s just… space sweat.

I suspect the stylist wanted all those extra swirlies in there because, once the action begins and our crew gets roughed up a bit, Action-Tousled Janeway looks amazing.

Slay, girl.

Harry and Tom go to sickbay, which is going to be full of patients very soon, and is also on fire. It’s hard to get a good look, but Harry puts on a cool Starfleet-issue oven mitt with metallic fabric to extinguish the fire.

Was that hole always there?

The least visible costume prop of all time.

In all the commotion, the crew realizes they’ve been zooped across the galaxy – 75,000 lightyears from home. But just when you thought we’d be stuck on a spaceship with one set of clothes for the next seventy years, we’re zooped again… to a southern country farm?! It looks exactly like Earth, and what looks like a perfectly human grandma comes out with cookies and lemonade to greet Janeway and co.

Floral fabric, ivory cameo, plate of cookies… yep, that’s a grandma.

She’s not alone, and soon the farm is full of completely “normal” “humans” having a good time, dancing and playing music. It’s literally the friendliest alien welcome party in history, but the Voyager crew are spooked. Moreover, they seem confused by the folksy straw hats and denim overalls.

Highly suspicious flannel.

With one exception: Tom Paris has quickly made friends with one of the illusory farm girls, a young woman in a cute printed dress with a belt, mary janes, and bright white ankle socks.

First contact: cottagecore edition.

However, Paris’ new friend gets a bit upset when they turn down her extremely tempting offers of a “real private” root cellar, a duck pond, and deviled eggs, and suddenly the farm folk aren’t so welcoming. The crew is zooped back to the ship – mostly. Harry Kim is missing.

Get outta here! And take your synthetic fabrics with you!

Discovering a similar absence on the Maquis ship – B’Elanna is also missing – the two crews decide to work together to track down their people.

As they discuss plans, we finally get a good look at Tuvok’s Maquis disguise: he wears a cropped, open jacket made from a textured brown-green fabric, with sleeves in a lovely deep blue. The trim between the different fabrics is subtly shiny, giving the impression of leather straps. More importantly though, he wears an orange shirt underneath that appears to be stained at the collar – is that greenish hue Vulcan blood??

What happened to you in the Maquis, Tuvok?!

The episode isn’t out of costumes for us yet, though, and it’s a hard pivot from the dirty, worn-in clothes of the Maquis – as the viewpoint switches to that of our missing crewmembers, we find them in white clothing that resembles hospital gowns, albeit with an awkward strap closure that goes all the way around the back.

You know that strap has come undone and dipped in the toilet at LEAST once.

We also get our first look at the Ocampa, who at the moment are also clad in white, gauzy outfits. Unlike the “patients,” they wear strange fruit-netting-ish infinity scarves around their neck and head.

Keeps their melon safe.

The mesh fabric looks like it might be some kind of protective gear, but no, as we explore more of the compound, we see the truth: Ocampans just don’t know how to wear a scarf.

So close…

#star trek #st voyager #ocampa

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aquilathefighter · 1 year

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Ten Books To Know Me

Rules: 10 (non-ancient) books for people to get to know you better, or that you just really like.

Thanks for the tag @littledreamling and @mathomhouse-e!!

I'm taking non-ancient literally, you will be getting literature from the 19th century lmao. In no particular order:

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne

This book was my hook into the sci-fi genre! It's such a fun adventure to live in the world underwater in the Nautilus! I still have the annotated version my parents got me when I was around 9 or 10 with a very beat-up, well-loved dust jacket.

2. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Vonnegut's style is so influential. I adore the non-linearity of the story, how Billy gets "unstuck in time" and we see snippets of his past and his future. Of course the anti-war message is near and dear to my heart and the perspective of people who have been to war is so critical to hear. Vonnegut also has a special place in my heart as someone who taught the Iowa Writers' Workshop because that program is something my home state produces that I can be very proud of.

3. Silent Spring by Rachel Carson

C'mon, I'm an ecologist! I have a degree in environmental science! This is an obvious choice for someone who cares about the environment, as it demonstrated the dangers of DDT to the public. Carson is a personal hero of mine as she essentially kickstarted the environmental movement and became one of the best science communicators in the United States. Her writing is simple, clear, and easy to understand even if you have no background in biology and chemistry. An amazing way to make people see what we are doing to our Earth.

4. Welcome to Subbirdia by John Marzluff

Woohoo! First bird book on the list! I read this in my first year seminar in college and it opened my eyes to how cool urban ecology is. I learned so much about how inhospitable suburbia can be for wildlife and what we can do to invite them back to where we live, so we can actually live beside native plants, animals, and other organisms. It's a great entry-level book about birds, the biodiversity crisis, and urban ecology.

5. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

I love the weird, the silly, and the bizarre. Hitchhiker's Guide has had such an impact on my sense of humor and outlook on life. I'm gonna use this space to recommend the entire trilogy in five parts to you.

6. American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Are we shocked that a Neil book landed on here? I read this in 2021 when I was working just outside the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota. It actually made me a friend who introduced me to Good Omens and then Discworld. I miss him dearly. Anyways, what a fantastic world that I really felt quite at home in as a Midwesterner. Sam Black Crow is one of my favorite characters of all time.

7. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

One of my earliest beloved poets. Whitman does so much with rhythm and sound in his poems; it's no surprise he's recognized as one of the American greats. I love his use of natural imagery and the way he explores the connections between people. And the powerful homoeroticism.

8. What Do We Know by Mary Oliver

Another poet, and a tumblr favorite at that! Oliver's poetry really speaks to my soul as someone who takes in the wonders all around us, big and small. Her prose poems are truly skilled, and if you read any of them I really adore At Blackwater Pond to get a taste.

9. Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold

I am so, so soft-hearted for the ecology of the Midwest and for the people who take the time to look and listen and learn from all the living beings that surround us. I've shared a quote from this book before but it really gets to the crux of what is so beautiful about the essays and natural history within:

"It is fortunate, perhaps, that no matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all of the salient facts about any one of them."

10. The Sibley Guide to Birds, 2nd Edition by David Allen Sibley

Last but not least, my favorite bird guide! This thing has been everywhere with me. I'm 95% sure that some of the pages have my blood on them. It's certainly got dirt all over it. This book is my bible. I take it wherever I go when I lead birding trips and when I'm somewhere that has unfamiliar birds. It is the best field guide for North American birds in my opinion.

Not sure who hasn't done this yet! Obviously no pressure to do it <3

@altair214 @lenreli @galacticstingray @pintobordeaux

#tag game

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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For the writing prompt:

(I know this isn't what you had in mind, but I thought of this and wanted to see what you would think and make of it?)

"Guess what, Dad," Rick Ratcliffe said. "There is no gold in Virginia!"

Trigger warning; Governor Ratcliffe being Governor Ratcliffe using of the word 'Savage ' to describe a group of Native American people, racism, and him just being am awful dad.

🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝

Former Governor Ratcliffe was relaxing in his lazy chair, mourning his glory days when the front door slammed

"Guess what, Dad," his 20 year old mistake-- Rick Ratcliffe-- called out, sounding livid "There is no gold in Virginia!"

That caught the eccentric man's attention, causing him to turn towards the boy.

"What?"

"YOU HEARD ME!" The brat snapped angrily, glaring at him.

The young adult was tall and lean with a nose and black hair like his father's, though his was shorter and choppier and more animal like. His eyes were dark as coal like his father's too, though much kinder.

And that snarl on his face? It was definitely the same as his father's.

But his sense of style and morals? Well, that was all his.

He wore red ripped jeans with a baggy black leather jacket full of stick on magenta pins and a baggy blue tshirt with a red middle finger sewn poorly into it.

It was a look that often disappointed the former governor. Though not as much as his attitude.

"Don't take that tone with me, you little brat--" the man sneered, but for once, Rick didn't back down.

"You landed in Jamestown! Jamestown is in Virginia! There was and has never been any Gold in Virginia!"

"There is! Those SAVAGES are just hiding it to make me look bad!"

Rick was slowly turning red with rage and quickly grabbed one of his dad's glass dog figurines before throwing it at his head.

Ratcliffe ducked.

"Why you ungrateful little--"

"THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU, YOU STUBBORN.. SELFISH... GREEDY... MONSTER!"

Rick threw another figurine, seething.

His whole life, he had been told there had been gold. And while he had never really thought that, that had been a good enough reason to explain away all the bad things his father said and continue to do, it had been an explanation.

A crappy explanation but still an explanation.

But now? To be told that his father had been lying about there having been Gold when he had to know that he had been fully in the wrong after all this time? It just broke something inside of him.

A dam that had been holding back all his anger and hatred towards his father.

A dam that had been holding back all his disgust and embarrassment and gulit towards what his father had done within when he was around the poor excuse for a man.

A dam that had stopped him from endangering himself like this.

And now that, that dam was gone, he was gonna say everything that had been on his mind since he was old enough to think.

"Do you have ANY IDEA, how MANY PEOPLE you hurt?! how many PEOPLE YOUR ACTIONS SCREWED OVER?!"

He grabbed another figurine.

"Those SAVAGES deserved it!" Ratcliffe said stubborn as always.

Rick saw red and took aim-- the figurine hit him hard in the head, shattering. Yet the man stayed conscious surprisingly.

"THEY'RE NOT SAVAGES! THEY'RE PEOPLE DAD!"

His eyes watered as Rick struggled to hold back tears. His skin was crawling and his heart felt like it was being gripped by something.

"They're people. Like you and me. And they were innocent. And because of you so many innocent lives were lost!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing heavily.

"You always said that there was gold there. And while I never thought that, that excused what you did. At least it was a reason. A reason as to why you and Wiggins, and Pearcy and his pups, and me and Rory where stuck here. A reason as to why Thomas shot and killed a man, and was haunted by it despite not getting sent here. A reason for us to hate John and the others for not getting sent here like us" Rick knew he was probably trembling. But he didn't care.

Because for as long as he remembered, he had hated his father's men for not getting sent here like them. Had hated that Thomas killed a man and was real to live in Auardon, married to Nakoma while he and his brother and the pups were forced to suffer.

He had never hated the Natives for what his father did. How could he? He knew that stealing and attacking people for not wanting to help you was wrong. And that was what his father had been trying to do, along with much worse if the way he spoke about those poor people was anything to go by.

But he had hated his father's men for not having to be stuck here like him when, according to his father, they had attacked the Natives for the Gold too.

But now? Now he just felt sick.

Because according to the teacher at school, there was no gold. And the ones of his father's voyage who weren't on the isle had made up for their crimes.

Which meant that he had been hating people who, like him, had realized his father was an awful person and that they didn't want to stand with him.

Which practically made him no better than his father.

"But you lied. Because there is no way that you didn't know by now that there wasn't any gold and that even if there was you were still in the wrong. So you lied to us. To Rory and me. And made us hate people who at least admitted and made up for what they did unlike you and the other sorry excuses for men on this Island! You made us hate people who told the truth when you went and lied to the king and tons of other settlers about what went down, which lead to millions of innocent people getting killed! MILLIONS DAD!"

Rick ran his hand throw his hair.

Hoping naively that his father would see the errors of his ways and go begging for forgiveness.

But that's not what happened.

"Who cares?"

Rick's blood ran cold.

His stomach lurched.

"What do you mean who cares?!" He asked faintly, praying that he hadn't heard his father right.

But he had.

"Exactly that. Who cares?"

Rick lost it.

"ME! RORY! AMD ANY OTHER FRICKING DECENT HUMAN BEING, THAT'S WHO! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Ratcliffe just stared at him coldly. As if he was the one in the wrong.

Rick took a step back. And another. Feeling sick.

"You're a monster. A monster. And you're never going to see me Or Rory or the dogs again!" And with that, Rick ran. As far away as his legs could carry him before he lost his lunch. Never to see his father again.

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Author's note: I hope that I wrote this as sensitively as possible and that the trigger warnings fit.

I didn't mention Pocahontas because I thought that might be insensitive and I don't plan on using her in any of my writings when it comes to the characters from thay movie.

And also, I do not condone anything Governer Ratcliffe said in this because he is a horrible person in any media and writing him made me feel physically ill. Just like he makes anyone, especially his son, feel when he opens that stupid mouth of his.

Hope this fic was what ya were looking for my friend.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #pocahontas #rick ratcliffe is a better man than his father #governer ratcliffe makes me sick to my stomach to write and i hope he is suffering on the isle #seriously screw that man #thomas pocahontas #nakoma pocahontas #thomas x nakoma #somebody please throw governor ratcliffe where he belongs and save his kids and dogs #rick ratcliffe #this was requested #racism

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coffee-n-ocs · 8 months

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Onyx Soul: Phoenix Carson, Pure-Blood Werewolf (2001)

The middle Carson-Harlow sibling, and usually the strength of the trio. His parents were both white wolves, and neither led their own pack.

"Hey buddy, good moon last night, right?"

Name

Full Legal Name: Phoenix Nālani Briar Carson First Name: Phoenix Meaning: From the name of a beautiful immortal bird that appears in Egyptian and Greek mythology, derived from Greek 'Phoinix' meaning 'Dark red' Pronunciation: FEE-niks Origin: English Middle Name(s): Nālani, Briar Meaning(s): Nālani: Means 'The heavens' or 'The chiefs' from Hawaiian 'Nā', a definite article, and 'Lani' 'Heaven, Ski, Chief' Briar: From the English word for the thorny plant Pronunciation: na-LA-nee, BRIE-ar Origin: Hawaiian. English Surname: Carson Meaning: Meaning uncertain, possibly from the town of Courson in Normandy Pronunciation: KAHR-sen Origin: Scottish Aliases: None Nicknames: Nix, Nala, Lani, Bri Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 23 Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns Race: Werewolf Nationality: American Ethnicity: White (White Wolf) Birth Date: April 30th 1978 Sexuality: Bisexual Religion: Wiccan Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, French Relationship Status: Single Astrological Sign: Taurus Face Claim: Tyler Labine

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Gravesend Current Residence: Gravesend Have They Ever Been Beyond The Veil: Never

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 182 cm Weight: [Data Redacted] Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Hair Dye: None Body Hair: Hairy (Technically Fur) Facial Hair: Full Beard Tattoos: 2 (on his lower back) Piercings: Ear Lobes (Double, Both) Scars: None Clothing Style: Loose fitting clothes (Work gear: tank-tops, jeans, high-vis jackets, steel-toed boots)

Health and Fitness

Allergies: Avocados, Grapes/Raisins, Silver Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker Illnesses/Disorders: 'ADHD' Medications: None Any Specific Diet: Usually raw food

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Carson-Harlow Family Friends: Dana Carlisle, Hayden Harlow, Navy Carson-Harlow, Harley Yancy Enemies: None, though the town doesn't trust him Mentor: None Significant Other: None Previous Partners: None Parents: Regulus 'Rex' Carson (Missing, Father), Dixie Carson (R.I.P, Mother, Née Jacobsen), Candace Harlow (Missing, Step-Mother) Parents-In-Law: None Siblings: Hayden Harlow (27, Step-Brother), Navy Carson-Harlow (21, Half-Sister) Siblings-In-Law: None Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Note

Occupation: Construction (He & Hayden own his (P.C) father's company) Tropes: (Purely Speculative)

Animorphism: From a Human to a white wolf at will

Body Horror: His full moon transformation, especially because it's against his will

Fangs Are Evil

Forced Transformation

Glowing Eyelights of Undeath: his eyes glow blue in moonlight

Healing Factor: double the speed of a normal human

Human-to-Werewolf Footprints

Involuntary Shapeshifter: Under the full moon

Lunacy: Especially beneath a full moon

Nighttime Transformation: Usually voluntary, unless it's a full moon

The Nose Knows

Personality Remnant: Always stays a gentle, friendly werewolf

Shapeshifting Excludes Clothing

Transformation Horror

Werewolves Are Dogs

Wolves Always Howl at the Moon

Wonderful Werewolf

Voluntary Shapeshifting

#onyx soul series #Phoenix Nalani Briar Carson #Phoenix Carson #werewolf #lycan #lycan oc #lycanthrope #werewolf oc #Carson-Harlow siblings

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We are on the train!! We are getting to Minnesota soon and I'm in a great moon. I'm a little sleepy but mostly I'm just having a blast. Today was so fun. It's been such a grand adventure.

Sleep last night came pretty easy. Which was nice. We all finished watching the weird anime and while it was beautiful it was a very hard story to follow and was a bit confusing. We were all yelling at the TV trying to figure it out.

But then it was sleep time. And it was good sleep. I did wake up an hour early because my body wasn't used to the time shift. So I was able to get back in bed for a bit. James had gotten up at 6 because that's just how their body is.

I was happy to see them in the morning. I would go and get dressed and felt really cute. This is a great outfit. I'm going to repeating pieces a lot but it's all good. I felt super cute today.

Very soon after I was dressed Jonathan and Ellen got up too. They would get dressed while I packed up the bags. They got a little mixed up but we still had everything pretty well sorted. I'm very pleased that our bags still fit our jackets if we expand them a bit. I prefer to not hold anything so I am glad this worked so well.

Ellen and Jonathan talked to James about where to go for brunch, which was apparently invented in Chicago. And they landed on a place called Honeybear Cafe and it was very cute. They gave us little cheesecake pieces to start which were excellent. Apparently Chicago style cheesecake is a thing. Me and Ellen bonded over getting upset bellies because of anxiety. And I was able to eat most of my breakfast but mostly I just enjoyed the company. We talked about lots of weird stuff. My weird internet interests, like 9/11 forums and getting groomed online as a teen. And we talked about visiting again soon. I'm glad they are our friends. Also I'm excited for them to get married!! Ellen showed me the collages she made with our stuff from our wedding which was so sweet.

And then it was time to go to our next thing. We dropped Ellen off at home, hugs all around. Her friend, Elyse, who we met when they were in Baltimore for our wedding, came out to say goodbye too. Hugs there as well!! And then Jonathan drove us back to Lake Michigan.

He dropped us off at the feild museum. And after even more hugs we were on our own again.

We fixed up our bags outside and then we headed in. We checked our bags for $3 a piece. I felt a lot better without our stuff. I could focus.

And the museum was awesome. It's entirely to big. But we knew we wanted to see the dinosaurs, taxidermy, and Native American stuff. I set an alarm for 130 so we would know when we had to get out of there. And thankfully my anxiety around the transitions to the next place would stay away for a while. And I could just really enjoy the exhibits and taking pictures with James. We got to see some really cool stuff!! We got to see Sue, another non-binary icon, who is the most complete trex skeleton. I really liked the prehistoric swamp exhibit. I also really liked the Polynesian exhibit we happened upon. The taxidermy was fun but by the time we got there I was a little anxious. So once we got to the Native American stuff I couldn't really read anything. So I took pictures and will look later.

I did have a blast though and I really just felt super connected to James. We were learning together! We were telling each other about things we know and care about. We got to see three mold-a-ramas! Which I love and thought were so cool. I also got a few more squished pennies. And an older gentleman who worked there approached us after and offered me 4 more and it just made me feel so good inside. What a nice man.

We finished up in the gift shop. Which was very large. We didn't get anything but I was very tempted by a bunny plush. Which ended up being $55 so I did not get it but man was it cute.

We got our bags next. I was texting with Jess about my stress. That we would be late to the train. That it didn't exist or was canceled. Just completely being a big baby about it. I knew I wasn't being rational but I was upset and worried.

James would call a Lyft and she was a lovely lady. I enjoyed our conversations with her. She also worked on museums and had so many things to share with us and was very kind. And got us safely to the station.

I almost crossed the street unnecessarily, but James stopped me and we went inside. James checked the map and figured out where we needed to be and lead the way.

I wanted Starbucks but we wanted to make sure we knew where to go first. And that ended up working super well. They told us to go to the lounge! I've never been in an Amtrak lounge before. James would leave me there with our bags and went to find us drinks and me a little sandwich.

Something nice about the lounge is free soda and snacks. So I loaded us up and waited patiently. And James would soon be there. I got a fun pineapple drink and a sandwich. James got a coffee and would have some pretzels. And we waited.

At 240 they called us to go line up for our train. All of us first class passengers (isn't that crazy??) walked in a line to the gate, which I thought was very cute. And then we waited for a bit before they figured out who was going to which car and then we were able to get loaded on.

We are the you gest first class passengers by 3 decades. And everyone has been so lovely. The people who checked us in, our attendant in the car, just everyone. There are a lot of Mennonite! Babies too! And in the sleeping car with us there are a lot of English people visiting from overseas. Our direct neighbors are English and are a lovely couple. They were pretty stressed at first because their luggage went to the wrong car and then the husband went to try to find it and we thought he may have gotten off the train but thankfully everything would come back up and worked out just fine.

And I am having the best time. We got on the train and out room is right at the top of the stairs. It's small, no doubt about it. But it's cozy. And once I figured out where to put thing it felt great. I wish it was just a little wider, but they have a luggage storage area downstairs so it's all good. It worked just fine for us.

We stayed in our car until dinner. Just enjoying the scenery. Chatting. I downloaded all my prints to work on and it took a little bit to get comfortable with the movement of the train but over the next few hours I got 4 illustrations finished! I'm very pleased with that. And honestly it's just been super fun to have a project. I am not tempted to scroll on my phone because I'm occupied. I have my husband, and so much beautiful land to watch.

We had the first slot of dinner and James rushed us out to go andy phone was still plugged in so I got pulled back and our neighbors laughed and I laughed and it was so silly because I was getting thrown around by the movements of the car but it was just so fun.

And we got to eat dinner with a lovely older gay couple from the UK. A former teacher and a former manager of retail stores. They were fun to talk to. The food was pretty good overall! The first course was a caprese salad skewer. The tomatoes weren't great but that was fine. I liked chatting and watching the farm lands.

James got a steak for dinner and I got vegetarian chili in a baked potato. These were excellent. And I enjoyed them a lot. And then for desert James got a lemon cake and so got a blueberry cheese cake. It was excellent. Our attendant said we're going to get fat on this trip because all the food is so good. She's probably right.

After dinner me and James went to explore the observation car. It has windows that wrap around the roof. Not a total glass roof like I was picturing but still really neat and I'm sure when we go by big beautiful native it'll be great. But we stayed there for a half hour. Just giggling over overheard conversations. And then we went back to our cabin.

We would play games. And I drew. We saw good water and a beautiful sunset. We seem to have the good side of the train. And it was quiet. We have been doing nothing and it's just felt good.

After the sun went down we started thinking about getting ready for bed. But first a fresh air break!

The train stopped in Winona Minnesota and we got to stand outside for a little. Me and James stretched. And then back inside to wash up and put on jammies.

Our attendant, Jackie, would come by and make the bed for us. We have two small bunk beds. Me and James are sitting on the bottom one together. James thinks they'll sleep on the top bunk but it's shorter and I think they will be more comfy down here. So we'll have to fight over that. But I just feel so happy right now.

Tomorrow we are on the train all day. In about two hours we'll go through Minneapolis. I hope I can show it to James some day. But it's really nice to be out here. I miss the Midwest a lot. But I wouldn't have found James if I didn't leave it. And James is worth that.

Now I am winding down for sleep. I am a little warm but that's alright. Tomorrow I hope we have fun being together. Let's hope we stay on time. I have been told sometimes this train can be 12 hours late which would not be ideal. But we are prepared either way.

Sleep well everyone. And if our train passes you wave towards Amtrak.

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lonleywriters-blog · 1 year

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uhhh hi, if you really don’t mind- could u do a Gotham matchup for me. (I don’t wanna pressure u if you don’t.)

NAME: Fitz/Enigma

GENDER/SEXUALITY: Genderfluid and Demi-polysexual (he/they/it) but I’m AFAB.

APPERANCE: I’m Native American. On the tanner side. I’m masculine, with short almost k-pop looking hair and it looks like I have a mullet. I’m 5,6, with semi-skinny limbs, and very small wrists. I have prominent scars on my arms and thighs. People say I sorta have a babyface, for sum reason my lips r downward, no piercings, and a bit of acne, and eye bags.

STYLE: Uh very grunge/military-esce. Always in baggy clothes, and trying to dress aesthetically. Baggy clothes, long studded belts, combat boots, grunge chain necklaces, bomber jackets, occasional fingerless gloves, cargo pants, ripped jeans.

PERSONALITY: I’m an INFP-T, and technically a Libra. Im lawfully evil. I’m very quiet unless it comes to something I really believe in, or when I’m with friends. I have BPD so that messes with my emotions, and I’m very short patience’s/tempered. I prefer to work/get revenge quietly, but some things lead to a loud fight. I’m very awkward and uncomfortable when I have to start interactions, always making my friends do my jobs if I freeze up (order food, ask for help) I have a REALLY BAD resting-bitch-face, and accident creep out a ton of people. I’m too empathetic, and can never let anyone else take the blame, constant NEED of approval. Lots of toxic friendships/relationships because I can’t blame people. Slightly obsessive and possessive (BPD THINGS), easily jealous and take anger out on myself/others. I hate not achieving my impossible expectations. Im VERY sarcastic. Im an adrenaline junkie. Fall in love FAST, and I always attract toxic people. I’m desperate to please people, and overanalyze so I can be accepted.

LIKES: Writing, reading, drawing, editing, listening to music, humming, dancing, fidgeting, watching YouTube, daydreaming, my friends, MCYTs, Marvel, Riddler/Penguin (hyperfixtations), FNAF, South Park, Pinterest, knives, designing stuff, astrology, criminology, Greek mythology.

DISLIKES: my bullies, society, the government, school, rules, police, hospitals, my impulses, abandonment, crying infront of people, showing weakness, rejection, my extreme jealousy, overall loudness, yelling, confrontation, repetition, showing off my body, people obviously using me, taunting, failing.

(ANYWAYS, big thanks 🙏 if you do decide to do this <33)

I knew who you fit with so fast

He is also gender fluid and respects your pronouns. He does not mind your scars he finds them unique. Both of your aesthetics fit well. He gets being short tempered and he is also very impatient and is up to your speed. He is understanding and will gladly order for you in public and speak for you if you want. He will constantly give you approval and praise. He loves when you get jealous and he will assure you that you are all he wants. He loves your sarcasm and will laugh at times. He loves dancing with you by the fire. Buys you knifes all the time. You have a collection. He will buy you cds of your favorite artist.

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can-of-pringles · 1 year

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Lee Quinn Character Bio

Name: Leah Christine Quinn

Nicknames/Alias: Lee

Meaning of name: From the Hebrew name לֵאָה (Le'ah), which was probably derived from the Hebrew word לְאָה (le'ah) meaning "weary".

Pet Names: Little girl, kid, bird, little raven, young raven.

Gender: Cis girl.

Pronouns: She/her.

Gender Role: I guess feminine?

Sexual Orientation: Bi-demiromantic asexual.

Age: 17 (at death)

Birthday: November 9, 2004.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.

Birth Place: Possibly Midwest area?

Currently Lives: (If you can call it living) The Dreaming.

Religion: Kinda believes in multiple things.

Nationality: American.

Relationship Status: Single.

Language Spoken and Native Language: English.

Skills/Talents: Sewing, flying (though that’s when she’s a raven), knows a lot about sharks.

Hobbies: Reading, playing video games, exploring The Dreaming.

Backstory:

Lee Quinn unexpectedly died in her sleep and was visited by Death to be taken to the afterlife. Since she died in her sleep, she was given the option to choose The Dreaming as her afterlife. She made a deal to try it out and then decide if she wanted to stay or go to The Sunless lands. Because of the unnatural situation of her death, Lee believes her cause of death was foul play and she tries to figure out what happened to her. When she shows up in The Dreaming, it takes Morpheus and Lucienne by surprise. At first, Dream tells her she should choose to go with Death instead, but Lee insists on thinking about it. He's really too busy trying to recover his tools and restore The Dreaming so he leaves Lucienne in charge of Lee until he returns and can decide her fate. Things only get crazier from there... Lee shows up in episode 2.

FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND FOES:

Distant Family: She was adopted and knows she has other family out there, but never got to meet them.

In Contact with Parents?: No, for obvious death reasons. She was adopted as an infant and never met her birth mother, but knew she was wanted by her but it didn't work out for multiple reasons. The only parental figure in her life was her adoptive mother, who treated her bad. (Had an adoptive father but he was eventually out of the picture)

Upbringing: See above.

Siblings: None that she knows of.

Children: None.

Best Friend(s): Had a best friend back when she was still alive.

Other Friends: Dream, Lucienne, Matthew, Death, Calliope.

Acquaintances: Rose Walker, Jed Walker, others.

Pets: None.

Bosses: Does Dream kinda count? Lol.

Enemy(s): Lucifer, Desire (slightly), honestly anyone who has beef with Dream.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Species: Human.

Ethnicity: ashkenazi jewish, german, scottish & english.

Facial Types: Either round or square.

Eye Color: Brown.

Hair Color: Brunette.

Hair Styles: Long with bangs.

Skin Tone: Light.

Complexion: Fair.

Makeup: None usually except maybe eyeliner sometimes.

Body Type: Slender.

Height: 5’3"

Piercings: Ear lobes.

Birthmarks and Scars: None as of writing this.

Distinguishing Features: Her eyes, long brown hair, and eyebrows.

HEALTH AND MENTAL:

Health Level: Well... she's dead.

Energy Level: Fairly high.

Memory: Iffy about some parts of her death.

Phobias: Afraid of her mother.

Mental Disorders: Autistic, ADHD.

Smoker: No.

Drinker: No.

Drug Use: No.

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?: When people don't take her seriously due to how young she is.

STYLE AND GROOMING:

Usual Style: Jackets/coats, t-shirts, high-waisted pants, boots.

How They Style Their Clothes: Tucks her shirts.

Does your OC dress for practicality or for the aesthetic?: Practicality.

Grooming: She's clean.

What does your OC do when they get a stain on their clothes?: Would just undo it, I'm sure she has that ability in The Dreaming.

Posture: Sometime slouches, but tries not to.

Habits and Mannerisms: Plays with her hair, stretches her wrists a lot, whistles.

Scent: Rain.

MOOD:

What Mood Would You Catch Them In: Chill.

Attitude: Depends.

Mood Stability: Struggles with it.

Expressiveness: Pretty expressive.

How Are They When Happy: Talkative, jokes and laughs more, smiles a lot.

How Are They When Sad: Very withdrawn, probably by herself.

How Are They When Angry: Outbursts, probably crying.

What makes them cry?: When her feelings are hurt, meltdowns, thinking about her death.

Describe one of your OC’s bad habits: Gets snippy.

What is always guaranteed to make them smile?: A meme.

When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?: Usually flight but it really depends.

Does your OC prefer Grand Romantic Gestures or little acts of care?: Little acts of care.

How does your OC calm down when they’re angry?: Taking a walk.

Is your OC more of a casual flirting type, a type to have crushes, or a falling-in-love type?: Falling-in-love.

Is your OC more of a thinker, a talker, or a doer?: Talker.

How physically affectionate is your OC?: Only with her friends.

Does your OC thrive on change or stability?: Change.

ITEMS AND THINGS:

Wardrobe (Describe Their Closet): Brown corduroy pants and black shoes that are Doc Martens but not boots, a greenish-blue plaid flannel button-up long-sleeved shirt, a white t-shirt that has pictures of different sharks with their names labeled on it, a vintage-looking beige corduroy fleece/fur-lined jacket.

Equipment: Has a phone, has most modern technologies or has the means to get it.

Accessories: Melted ying-yang earrings, a pride pin, a white ballcap that says 'in dog years I'm dead' (thinks it's funny and ironic because she's already dead),

What’s their favorite way to keep warm (coats, a fireplace, a hug, etc.)- Coats.

What is the strangest thing your OC always carries in their pocket/bag, and why?: Doesn't really carry stuff on her since her death, but when alive, probably a small shark plush.

Funds: Doesn't need them.

Transportation: Can fly as a raven and travel between realms, Dream also takes her places.

Collections: Used to collect shark-related things.

SEX:

Lovers: None.

Marital Status: Not married.

Their Type: Her best friend in the waking world...

IDEOLOGIES:

Religion: Listed above.

Morals: Good mainly.

Does your OC generally assume the best or the worst in people?: Really depends.

Priorities: Her friends.

HOPES, DREAMS, AND FAILURES:

Main Goal: To navigate the afterlife and what comes with it.

Dream Career: Used to be working with sharks.

Worries: So many.

STRENGTHS, WEAKNESSES, AND OTHERS:

Strengths: Friendly, creative, curious.

Flaws: Stubborn, feisty, tends to get into trouble.

FAVORITES:

Colors: Green, yellow, blue.

Animals: Sharks, cats, dogs.

Places: Warm sunny places.

Flavors: Sweet and spicy.

Foods: Chips, strawberries, potatoes.

What’s their favorite candy?: Skittles.

Drinks: Orange juice.

Characters: Luz Noceda from The Owl House.

Genre: Fantasy, comedy horror, comedy.

Movies: Moana, Star Wars movies, Thor: Ragnarok.

Games: Minecraft, maybe The Last of Us, A Plague Tale, Mario Cart, Star Wars: Battlefront.

Shows: Stranger Things, Puppet History, Buzzfeed: Unsolved and True Crime, The Owl House.

Music: Indie, rock, pop, some slightly unusual stuff similar to Glass Animals.

Bands: Florence + The Machine, Glass Animals, Mitski, MARINA, Hozier, The Oh Hellos, Mother Mother.

Songs: Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush, Two - Mother Mother, Daffodil - Florence + The Machine, Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks, Constant Runners - Josef Salvat, Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine, DARE - Gorillaz, Dangerous - Big Data/Joywave, Glad You Came - The Wanted, and more.

Subjects: Art.

Websites: Tumblr.

What are your OC’s three favorite scents?: Restaurant smells, Bath and Bodyworks (though it can be a bit overwhelming), bubble baths.

What are your OCS's favorite flowers? Do they even like flowers?: Daisy.

Which Studio Ghibli feature film would your OC like the best?: Spirited Away.

LEAST FAVORITES:

Colors: Anything that causes eyestrain.

Animals: Crickets.

Flavors: Mustard.

Foods: Lima beans.

Drinks: Coke.

Sports: Football.

Subjects: Math.

Websites: Twitter.

Is there a smell your OC can’t stand?: Burnt.

So tell me about your OCs versus math. Good at multiplication but hates doing other stuff.

SOUND, VOICE, AND OTHERS:

Languages: English.

Accent: American.

Voice: Probably somewhat similar to Ellie Williams (tlou), at least in mannerisms?

Faceclaim: Lauren Lindsey Donzis.

Laughter: Giggles.

OVERALL IMPRESSIONS:

Overall Reputation: Mixed.

First Impressions: A outgoing/bold teen girl.

Stranger Impressions: See above.

Friendly Impressions: Funny.

Enemy Impressions: Extremely frustrating.

ALIGNMENTS AND MISC.:

Song: Blink - Mob Rich

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CURRENTLY IN USE: 1x1 — renleys OPPOSITE: Satine Demarr OTP: A Thief and a Ghost

BASICS

FULL NAME: Robert John Linder III NICKNAME(S): Johnny Silverhand DATE OF BIRTH: November 16 (1988) ORIENTATION: Demiromantic bisexual NATIONALITY: American OCCUPATION: Musician (formerly) UNIVERSE: Cyberpunk 2077

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Keanu Reeves HEIGHT: 180 cm BUILD: Medium frame, healthy-ish muscle tone DOMINANT HAND: Left HAIR COLOUR: Black HAIR STYLE: Very slightly wavy, about shoulder-length FACIAL HAIR: Stubble, sometimes grows it into a beard EYE COLOUR: Brown SCARS: Burn scars on his right wrist and forearm from cooking. Scarred skin all along the spot where his shoulder joins the metal prosthetic on his left side. Other significant scars all across his left side from the incident that tore his arm off during the war. TATTOOS: Several. Most on his right arm. PIERCINGS: N/A USUAL EXPRESSION: Broody, cocky CLOTHING STYLE: Leather pants, sleeveless shirts, bomber jackets... Obnoxiously stuck in his ways, and doesn’t have any intentions of stopping. Wears his aviators both indoors and outdoors, no matter the weather.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH: College Station, Texas CURRENTLY LIVING IN: Night City FINANCIAL STATUS GROWING UP: Lower middle class

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Jill Linder, father unknown to everyone but her SIBLINGS: N/A CHILDREN: N/A SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): N/A RIVALS/ENEMIES: N/A OTHERS: Robert “Bob” Linder II (grandfather), Ella Linder née Corbin (grandmother)

PSYCHOLOGICAL

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral JUNG TYPE: ENTJ TEMPERAMENT: Choleric POSITIVE TRAITS: Charismatic, charming, witty, confident, outspoken NEGATIVE TRAITS: Selfish, impulsive, irrational, manipulating, cruel

MISCELLANEOUS

NATIVE LANGUAGE: English OTHER LANGUAGE(S): Some Spanish SMOKING: Yes DRINKING: Yes DRUGS: Yes “CREATED”: May 2021

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Johnny Silverhand was born as Robert John Linder on November 16, 1988. He was the result of a one night stand, and consequently got raised by a single mother. Jill Linder worked as a nurse, always stuck between the long hours of graveyard shifts and raising a boy that would’ve required more attention than she ever could’ve given him, and whatever strength she managed to muster wasn’t quite enough for a child like Johnny. She tried her best, but over the years Johnny grew closer to his grandparents than his unwillingly-absent mother. His mother was a kind-hearted woman, but unfortunately it wasn’t the side of her that Johnny got to see. Johnny got Jill who was tired and worn thin; always worried about the next paycheck and if or when she’d be able to buy her son a new pair of shoes.

To Jill’s relief, Johnny’s grandparents took him under their wing without much coaxing. Bob and Ella Linder had lived in Texas for all their lives, in a neighborhood full of people who’d bought their houses right after the wars, in the beginning of the 1950s. Bob had owned a convenience store up until he’d been forced to retire (after his store was bought by a bigger company planning to expand) and Ella had completed her career by working as a secretary for a local advertising agency. Bob taught Johnny how to ride a bicycle and play the guitar, trying his best to raise the boy into a man his mother could be proud of. Ella wasn’t as direct with her love for the boy, but cared for him all the same. The staunch gender roles they’d been raised with were still somewhat present, and it was mostly Ella who took care of the house, with Johnny trying his hand at helping her every now and then.

With only his grandparents present for the majority of his life, Johnny grew to resent his mother, much like every teenager in one way or another. After Bob died, Johnny chose to leave home the moment he was able. Ella wanted him to stay, and very openly told him so as well, but the boy couldn’t be persuaded. At the age of fifteen Johnny lied about his age and enlisted in the army, and about three months after completing his basic training, he got shipped off to join the Central American Conflict; lovingly also referred to as “New Vietnam”. While enlisting was a way to get away from home and make money while escaping it, Johnny hadn’t expected to see conflict so soon. Regardless, he made friends with equally naive boys, and made the most out of a shitty situation. There was no leaving an ongoing war without shaming himself in the process, and for a stubborn boy; barely a man; being in danger seemed like an easier burden to bear.

The war was run by corrupt limbs of the government, meaning both the cause and the means were equally dirty. Johnny, like many other new recruits, was placed on the frontlines. The loss of life was a way of advertising the horrors of the war and to keep the propaganda machine churning, and what better way to keep the people at home outraged than to bring in news of boys slaughtered in the fields. Images of the carnage traveled far and wide, leaving no doubt of the apparent justice the USA was wielding with its war.

The propaganda machine brainwashed Johnny just like it did to many other young men, which lead to him fighting in the war for the majority of it (from 2003 to 2007), only coming back home to Texas for the required leaves before hopping on another bus to get back to where his real family now resided. He didn’t make it home for his grandmother’s funeral.

War took many things from him, but the true turning point was the incident that cost him his arm and his best friend, who died protecting him. The aftermath of the massacre was equally bloody, and when the rose tinted glasses finally shattered, they were gone for good. Johnny saw past the home and family he’d built in the frontlines, and saw the bodies of boys – children – lying rib to rib, waiting to be shipped back home to fuel the machine that kept the war going. He saw how little the lives of people meant in comparison to corporations wielding a war to control a drug trade that wasn’t as uncontrolled as it was made out to be, and right then and there became an unwilling participant of the war.

After the loss of his arm Johnny got shipped off to a military base near Panama City, where the amputated arm was replaced by a government-issued metal arm. With prosthetic smart technology still in its infancy, the little joy he got from having two arms again was almost fully dulled by the fact that his arm still ached like it was there, and the nerve grafts didn’t hold, resulting in his hand spasming involuntarily. A little before making the decision to desert, angry and frustrated by everything, Johnny smashed the acoustic guitar he had had since he was eleven. It wouldn’t be until his days as a rockstar with money that he’d get the arm replaced with a new one, and get reconstructive surgery on his nerves while at it.

In an effort to fight back against the regime, Johnny, like many others, chose to desert. He changed his name from Rob Linder to just Johnny to escape prosecution, and after making it all the way to the Night City, he hid in an abandoned hotel in Pacifica. After squatting in the hotel long enough to nurse his wounds and get tired of feeling sorry for himself, Johnny put his pent up energy into making a plan. He’d laid low long enough, and become familiar enough with Night City to know the military wouldn’t magically find him there; not when the Rob Linder they were looking for was long gone.

In an effort to make even some money to support himself (and his well-developed nicotine addiction), Johnny got himself a job at a greasy fast food place in Santo Domingo. And that’s where he met Kerry. Johnny and Kerry, both rebellious young men working as chain-smoking line cooks, immediately clicked. While not as radical, Kerry shared Johnny’s thoughts on the war and the government. They fueled each other, finding kinship in being outsiders, and soon enough found themselves rekindling their mutual appreciation for music while at it. While Johnny found it hard to voice his aggressive thoughts into a form that would work as song lyrics, Kerry had a knack for turning his anger into something more poetic; something that resonated with more than just the two of them. Just about a year after Johnny deserted the army, with cheap instruments from a seedy pawn shop down in Watson, Johnny and Kerry formed Samurai. Additional members Denny, Nancy and Henry joined soon after, completing the lineup that would become the most recognizable in the years to come. With Johnny’s alter ego being just a first name ever since he’d left his old name behind, after Samurai started to make waves, “Just Johnny” was no longer cutting it. The moniker “Silverhand” came from none other than Kerry, who found the name equally punk and insanely pretentious. Johnny agreed, and has been Johnny Silverhand since.

The path of Samurai was never linear, and the relationships inside the band made the group disband more than once. Each of the members had their personal problems that spilled over, and Johnny was no different. Even after years of music, debauchery and douchebaggery, his anger hadn’t lessened. If anything, the feeling of injustice heightened day by day, his need of some kind of cosmic justice relentlessly bubbling inside him. They sang of corpo corruption, their middle fingers up in the air, but no matter how loud they were, nothing seemed to change. They toured corpo buildings and smashed up corpo hotels, but for what? For nothing to change. The anger in him was boiling, and it was Alt Cunningham that became a vessel for that anger. He cared for her, of course he did, but it wasn’t until she was kidnapped (and subsequently killed) by Arasaka that Johnny got his righteous sign for retaliation. He contacted Kerry and the rest of the band to make one last show, a big reunion concert right at the feet of Saburo Arasaka’s beloved tower, and raided the tower to retrieve Alt, only to find her connected to the Mikoshi, presumed dead. By the skin of their teeth, the group managed to escape, leaving destruction at their wake.

After what happened with Alt, his image plastered all over Night City, Johnny joined the Aldecaldos. He laid low for a year or so, before reaching out to Rogue for one final mission into the depths of Arasaka Tower. A Militech incursion team helped him get equipped with a mini nuke, with the plan of ending the Fourth Corporate War for good by destroying Arasaka’s Reliquary Database Project. For better or worse, the rest of it would go down in history, and make Johnny Silverhand a name people would recognize decades after his death on the 20th of August 2023.

Johnny Silverhand. A terrorist rockerboy; a legend of a bygone era. Up until his engram would be discovered by a disgraced corpo while on a doomed heist to steal from none other than Yorinobu Arasaka.

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