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#and then there’s fox dying which is a whole thing in it of itself lol
queenkinqs · 3 years
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so Ash is a lot taller now after her Invictus transformation which got me thinking about why she was so short.
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According to one of the writers Ash is supposed to be 16-17 years old, so she seems to be pretty short for her age (even though we don’t have an official hight for her)
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Here she is with, Little Cato who’s only 14, and she seems only slightly taller than him.
Maybe her powers make her body smaller because of the physical stress it causes her. Stress can make your body small, so i think Invictus was showing Ash that she unburdened by the emotional weight of her power if she joins them
I think Invictus was trying to iron out her “flaws” to show Ash how they can help her if she chooses to going their side. That’s also why Invictus gives Ash a second eye, to make her seem whole in order to lure Ash into going them. It’s a really shitty thing to do but it shows how Invictus is able to manipulate vulnerable peoples mind
If Ash refuses Invictus’ offer she’ll probably go back to her original form, now knowing that she doesn’t have to change herself in order to be strong
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kabira · 3 years
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05 | job hunting
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pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc
featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)
word count — 2.9k
genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor
warnings — none
note — so...you might have noticed some changes to the pairing. i’ve decided to go ahead and convert this to an x ofc fic because when it’s a 3rd person pov thing the ‘you’ pronoun kind of jumps out at you and it just sounds really unnatural lol. she’s been left race-ambiguous in the description, and she’s pretty cool, so i hope you like her !! even though she doesn’t show up very often djskalskjs
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Vernon stepped out into the open, finding himself on the highest level of the Helicarrier—not the top floor, but the deck itself.
The wind was strong, pushed by the rotator blades keeping the carrier in the air, and he shivered on feeling the sudden chill descend upon him. He hesitated, resting his palm against the side of one of the structures containing the blades, and glanced around. The aircraft was massive, big enough that despite being right next to the Quinjet runway, he couldn’t see any of the city beneath.
When he finally spotted White Tiger, she was sitting near the edge, mask in hand. At first, he was apprehensive about her being spotted, but when he got close enough, he realized they were way to high for anyone on the ground to be able to make out her features.
New York was easily a couple thousand feet below them, the tallest buildings looking like toy figurines from the high vantage point. The harbor glittered a dark blue-green underneath them, catching the dying light of the sunshine like little stars contained in the water. It was a breathtaking sight, so beautiful that it washed away Vernon’s initial fear as easily as a wave clearing away dug letters on a sandy beach.
He glanced at Yeji, pressing his teeth against his lower lip. She had her back to him, shoulders tensed—of course she would have heard him approach. Her hair was still up in a ponytail, but swayed lightly with the breeze. Even as he stood behind her, she said nothing, remaining silent and stony as she stared down at the view below.
“It’s nice up here,” he murmured. “Unless you have a crippling fear of heights, that is.”
Silence.
Vernon sighed to himself, slowly taking a seat next to her on the sun-heated deck, and pulled off his mask. The air was cool against his sweat-soaked skin, but did nothing to set his heart at ease. That was the hard part, one he had to figure out himself.
“So, White Tiger, huh?” he asked, scrunching up his nose as he looked at her sideways. Her chin rested on her folded forearms, which were balanced against her knees, legs crossed at the ankles. It should have been a relaxed posture, but her muscles were too tense, standing out like steel cables on her arms and sides. “Do your powers have anything to do with that jade amulet you wear?”
She unfolded herself, unconsciously touching the amulet that hung from one side of her gray belt. It was a vibrant green color, looking fragile like glass, but despite her generally offensive style of fighting, there wasn’t a single scratch on it. “It was my father’s,” she answered dully. “And my grandfather’s before him. The amulet is a family heirloom that passed down to me when the rest of my family died, and with it, the powers it bestows upon the bearer.”
“Oh,” he said, a little surprised. He hadn’t expected her to speak, but she had opened up, despite the still guarded tone of her voice. He pulled his knees up to his chest and looked out at the view, feeling calmer than before, but also a lot more awkward. “Are you afraid of the water?”
She glanced over at him, a confused scowl on her face. “What?”
“The water,” he repeated, indicating the harbor with a tilt of his head. “Aren’t cats supposed to be scared of water or something?”
Her eyes narrowed, but not before he caught the glimmer of amusement in them. “I’m not a cat,” she said. “The amulet gives me the agility and tenacity of a white tiger, but not all its fears. Are you afraid of house lizards, spider boy?”
“Well, one in particular.” He half-smiled. “But he’s back to human now, so I guess not really.”
She gave him a small smile back, one that indicated she got the joke. It wasn’t a big gesture, but it made him feel a bit better—which was funny, since he was the one supposed to be comforting her. He recalled Luce’s words from their earlier conversation. There’s no harm in being decent.
“Look,” he started, reaching up to rub the side of his neck, “I’m sorry about what I said back there. You said you knew I didn’t like you guys, but that’s not true. It’s just—it’s a sudden change,” he mumbled. “To have a whole team of supers in the school, and so soon after the—incident, it just set me off.”
She said nothing, waiting for him to continue. He shook his head. “You probably don’t know what happened a few weeks ago, and what happened, it’s not your fault. Heck, it doesn’t even have anything to do with you.” He laughed weakly. “The incident that took place, it followed a regular pattern I already should have known. When superhero stuff and real life mix, nothing good comes out of it. I wasn’t prepared for you guys, and I took it badly. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
Yeji hummed. For a few moments, they sat in silence, but it was a comfortable sort of silence. For Vernon, it felt good to get all of that off his chest. It was hard to admit to something because of his pride, but putting it out there made him feel a bit better. No one liked seeing their faults, but to him, it was better than hurting someone he didn’t really want to hurt. In a way, even the superheroes around him were innocent people who could become collateral damage.
“What incident?” she asked.
He glanced at her, a little confused. She stared back at him with her eyebrows arched, as if expecting him to say something. “Sorry, what?”
“I told you about my family, how I came to be in possession of my powers,” she said. “Your turn. What incident were you talking about?”
He bit the inside of his cheek, staring at her thoughtfully. “Do you know Harry Osborn?” he asked at length.
She nodded. “The Goblin—I mean, Norman Osborn’s son.” She gave him a curious look. “Wasn’t he at Midtown with you?”
“Yeah.” He looked away again, studying the lenses of his mask. Speaking about it was difficult, and he wasn’t too sure about instantly opening up about such a horrific incident to someone he had met two days ago, but his instinct told him he could trust White Tiger. Either way, there was no harm in talking about that day, at least not the general aspects of it. “And you probably also know about how Norman Osborn was taken down.”
She nodded again, slower this time, looking thoughtful. “Wasn’t there a bargaining chip of some kind involved?” she asked. “Wait, sorry. I meant a human hostage.”
“Yeah,” Vernon murmured. He hung his head, running his spandex-covered fingers over the cloth of his mask, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in his throat, but it hurt to do that, like there was a thorn stuck in his flesh. “Long story short, Harry Osborn…well.”
Yeji glanced at him in surprised concern, and he looked away, avoiding her gaze. Now would come the pitying glance, the awkward condolences, the unsure silence. He had had enough of that in the past few weeks.
“I get it,” she said, to his immense surprise. When he looked back at her, her eyes were sad, but there was a firmness beneath them, like stable ground at the bottom of the river. Even if she didn’t quite know all the details, they both spoke the language of loss, and it didn’t need words to be understood.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said.
“I won’t.” She turned her face away, towards the sky, and he followed suit. The silence this time was more than comfortable, it was comforting. “No more details?”
Despite himself, he smiled. “Not yet,” he replied. “You have to get past level twenty first.”
She snorted a laugh. “I don’t really play video games,” she answered. “It’s a little difficult to fit in when you live in the same quarters as a couple of teenage boys, but I can’t do anything about it.”
“Really? You can drop by after school sometimes and I’ll show you.” He grinned, then grimaced. “Or maybe Aunt May can. I’m not the best at them, she kicks my butt on Night game night every time.”
“She sounds amazing already. I can’t wait to meet her,” Yeji said, smiling. “And while we’re on the subject of family—argh, I’m totally going to sound like Agent Fox, but here’s the thing.” She shifted her weight, sitting with her legs crisscrossed. “I know it’s hard to deal with loss, and that it’s different for everybody, but protectors feel guilt on a different level than everybody else—and you can’t carry that kind of weight around with you.”
Vernon picked at a small cut on the leg of his costume. “Agent Fox,” he repeated. “You too, huh?”
Yeji winced. “Therapists aren’t really equipped to deal with our kind of experiences,” she said. “I mean, what do you say to someone who had to physically fight their best friend’s dad because he turned into a genetically enhanced green monster?”
He laughed.
“Agent Fox might not be your best bet, but there are other things you can try,” she continued. “I know you probably don’t want some kind of preachy advice, but for me, being White Tiger helped.” She ran her fingers along the grooves of her amulet again, as if deriving comfort through its touch. “Doing something, even little things that just keep your mind off the past, it helps.”
He thought back to Luce’s words. “Like getting a job?”
Yeji frowned. “I guess,” she said. “If it doesn’t take over your time as Spider-Man, that is.”
“That’s twice in a day someone’s advised me to get a job,” he said. “Maybe I really should go ahead and get one.”
“Maybe you should,” she agreed. “But I have a feeling most normal jobs won’t interest you. If you’re going to work, might as well work on something you’ll enjoy.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, the gears of his brain already having been kicked into action. “I think I already have something in mind.”
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The last time Vernon had met Dr. Curt Connors, it had been as Spider-Man.
It was not an experience he had particularly enjoyed, since it had been one of his bigger fights had had left him with a hairline fracture and a few bruised ribs, holed up in his room for a week to nurse himself. Gym had been worse than usual that Tuesday.
As he pushed through the revolving doors at the entrance of Roxxon Industries, he was already beginning to regret his decision a little bit. Sure, there was no way that Dr. Connors could know his secret alter ego, but the knowledge didn’t help his nervousness one bit.
Plus, with Oscorp pretty much in ruins, the research scientist had shifted his work to a different corporation, and Vernon didn’t know his way around the new building at all. It was a tiny thing to be so worried about, especially for a person who had faced Doc Ock at the age of sixteen, but even the little things seemed big now that he was out job hunting.
Vernon clutched his father’s briefcase tighter, taking his visitor’s pass from the front desk and heading up the escalator to the designated room. Dr. Connors had met Vernon Parker exactly once before, when the latter had shown up at his old laboratory asking about his father, Richard Parker, Connors’s former colleague.
Back then, their conversation had been cut short by a Spidey emergency, and after that the only time he’d been able to see the doctor was while battling him as the Lizard. Vernon had been too afraid to go back afterwards, scared of the decades old formula Connors had developed which turned him into the monster, and what he might discover about his father’s work.
But Dr. Connors had made him a proposal that the boy remembered three months later—that Vernon was always welcome to come work at his lab. Now, the idea of being a simple research assistant didn’t sound very great, especially when the project was so controversial that its funding had been hanging by a thread even at Oscorp, where they weren’t exactly known for their safe experiments. However, biophysics had always been fascinating to him, not to mention the fact that it was his father’s legacy.
He guessed it was about time he went back to claim it.
Vernon stood in front of the door awkwardly, unsure what he was going to say. But he lifted his hand, and he knocked.
“Come in,” came the doctor’s voice from behind the door, and Vernon took a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The room was bigger than he had expected it to be. It definitely wasn’t just an office, with multiple tables and various small instruments and charts held down by random objects acting as paper weights spread across them. Tall shelves lined the wall behind the main desk and the one opposite it, stuffed with old and new volumes. The doctor’s table itself was pushed into a corner to make way for everything else, but despite the packed space, everything was organized. It was a pattern Vernon knew from his own room: order in chaos.
Dr. Connors was standing behind his desk, reading through a paper on a clipboard in his hand. He looked up as Vernon entered, and a range of emotions flashed through his eyes when he saw him—first confusion, then recognition, then fear, then guilt. Finally, the doctor smiled, straightening as he placed the board back on his table.
“Vernon,” he said, and Vernon felt a thrill upon seeing that he remembered his name. “A face I haven’t seen in a long time.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Vernon tried to press his lips into a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. “I would have come by earlier, but what with midterms and everything happening in the city…” He hesitated. “I was just a little afraid, I guess.”
“I understand,” Dr. Connors said, and it wasn’t just an empty phrase, like he actually understood Vernon’s fear of facing his father’s past. But then, maybe he did. “I would have liked to see you again after our conversation was cut short, but perhaps a few months’ lapse in between was necessary.”
Vernon thought back to the Lizard incident a couple of months ago, when Dr. Connors had injected himself with an underdeveloped serum, turning himself into a giant lizard. “I read your recent article on the lizard formula,” he said slowly.
The doctor’s hand froze on the table for a moment, but relaxed just as quickly. He looked up at Vernon with a gentle sort of intelligence in his eyes, a look so different from the Lizard’s that he had trouble believing they could be the same person. “Did you, now?” he asked. “And what did you think of it?”
“Genius,” he breathed, and Dr. Connors’s eyes lit up even more. “I looked through my dad’s old papers, and cross-checked the changes with your research.” He opened his mouth and closed it again. Better get this over with quickly. “I know this must seem abrupt, but I wanted to ask you something.”
“Go on.” Dr. Connors inclined his head, gesturing at a seat with his good arm. The other one ended up to just above the elbow—a sight that reminded Vernon that it was the doctor himself who had been the first human trial for his cross-species grafting formula.
“The last time we met, you asked me to come work with you in your lab,” Vernon spoke slowly, hesitating between words. “And when I read your paper, I saw that you would continue to research further on the gene splicing and the, uh, the blood-brain barrier and—” He cut himself off, realizing that he had begun to ramble. “I was wondering, after last time, if you could—”
“Take you on in my lab for the research?” Dr. Connors completed his question for him, positively beaming. “Of course! Your father was a genius, and you follow in his stead. It would be a great advantage to have you on the team.” His smile faltered a little. “And then, even after all these years, I owe him my life and its work,” he added in a lower voice. “I’d be glad to have you.”
“Really?” Vernon looked at him with rounded eyes, clutching the case tightly enough that the skin of his knuckles paled. “I—wow. Thanks, Dr. Connors.”
Dr. Connors shook his head. “There will always be a place for Richard Parker’s son at my lab,” he said. “If you’re free, I could show you around the lab now, just so you get the feel of the place. Unless, of course, you’re busy right now, in which case you could swing by later.”
Vernon laughed, relieved and gratified and ridiculously happy. “I have all the time in the world.”
“Great,” Dr. Connors said. “When can you start?”
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yawnjunie · 4 years
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extra long tag game (seriously, it’s very long)
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tagged by: @soobindipity​ (ty eri!)
tagging: @acethetiques​, @bloomingjun​, @txtdream​, @bulgo-gyu...(i’m honestly so lazy so if you want to do this, go ahead! feel free to ignore if you were tagged)
ONE
tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?
side effects! (oops this is a txt blog) but i’m pretty sure this is what made me want to stan skz! the song is very experimental, as it’s psychedelic edm (i believe), but i liked it a lot after a few listens. i was totally obsessed with the choreography as well, because the whole thing is just...art. they attracted me because their style of music was different than what i had seen before, and on top of being extremely talented and creative people, they were also super funny and caring.
another group that comes really close to being my favs is day6 (and i cannot even begin to describe my infatuation with this group). i listened to “shoot me” and “sweet chaos” and BAM that’s all it took to drag me into stanning this group. i’m not familiar with the inside jokes and all that, but i just love listening to their music! there is not a single bad song in their entire discography! i also have the largest heart eyes for young k’s “young one” project covers and eaJ’s original songs.
TWO
rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!
what’s your unrealistic goal for life?
going to an ivy league or just any amazing school in general (lol is this really gonna happen tho 🤪)
if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?
gone out with my friends, probably (going for a boba run, going to the mall, etc.)
what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?
a tiny book called “be active” by charles m. schulz, filled with motivation quotes. i also bring around a book, in case i get bored.
favourite type of plushies and why?
the extra fluffy kind that i can hug or use as a pillow, but i like the bear plushies a lot too (from daiso/miniso).
favourite song right now?
darn i don’t have one 😳 but i like listening to “ribs” by lorde
something that you’ve always wanted to learn?
how to make macarons, how to make/compose music, the korean language
tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)
i can’t think of something off the top of my head :( (i promise my life isn’t that boring but my brain isn’t conjuring up anything helpful)
headphones or speakers? why?
headphones when i want to listen to music by myself/with a friend, speakers when i want to share music openly
craving any food right now? what are you craving?
banh mi and 🍅 (even though i just had a bowl of them...sorry beomgyu)
+ also this coconut that i’m trying to open? but it’s not cooperating with me 😔
which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?
spotify, it’s unproblematic for the most part
ten questions (by eri, answered)
1. what’s the best trip/vacation you’ve ever had?
when i went on a tour of china (i went to a bunch of places, from the city to the mountains). it was fun exploring places i’ve never been to!
2. do you have any random fears/phobias? if yes, what are they?
spiders and bugs :(
3. weirdest food you’ve ever eaten?
either mangostine (i hated it, sorry soobin) or frog legs
4. do you have any hidden talents? what can you do?
uhhhhhhhhhhh i can memorize things quickly? i mean i don’t think it’s that big of a talent but i can remember trivial history facts really well
5. what is an activity you’d like to try out someday?
swimming underneath a waterfall or just living in the wilderness
6. when did you get your first phone and what type of phone was it?
a very long time ago when i was in 2nd grade, when i first got an ancient flip-phone...i pretty much never touched it because i never really needed to use it
7. what is a movie you never get tired of watching?
kimi no nawa! i’ve watched that movie 3 times already and it’s a great movie so i wouldn’t mind watching it again :)
8. biggest pet peeve?
dirt encrusted fingernails >:(
9. earliest childhood memory?
i’m not sure :( my memory is just a jumble of things from my childhood
10. as a child, what did you want to be? what about now?
i wanted to be anything and everything...one day i would be like “i’m going to be a doctor” and the next i would be like “nvm i want to be a magician” and as for now, i’m actually not sure because i’m interesting in many fields, including areas in both sciences and humanities.
THREE
rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.
AIR ༉⋆͙̈
i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
FIRE ༉⋆͙̈
i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing
WATER ༉⋆͙̈
i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words
EARTH ༉⋆͙̈
i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life
AETHER ༉⋆͙̈
i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally
FOUR
PERSONAL
name: blu
nickname: blu
birthday: sometime when the flowers bloom
zodiac: aries
nationality: american
languages: english, chinese, spanish, (a bit of) japanese
gender: female
sexuality: straight
height: [redacted]
BLOG STUFF
inspiration for muse: txt and other groups i stan! i also like to take inspiration from my life experiences, books i’ve read, songs, movies. shows, and so on.
meaning behind my url: there weren’t any canon urls for yeonjun so my brain somehow went hmm? yawnjunie? sounds good (i’ve been asked this before and honestly there isn’t much logic behind my url lol)
blog established: June 5th, 2020
followers: 153 (it’s a small-ish community but thank you all for the support!)
FAVORITES
favourite animals: dogs, cats, wolves, foxes (i just love animals in general)
favourite books: asoue, the miraculous journey of edward tulane, the joy luck club, the giver series (there are more but i can’t think of them)
favourite colour: blue (i love all the colors)
favourite fictional characters: alyssa and james (teotfw), the baudelaires (asoue), and other people i can’t think of atm
favourite flower: i don’t think i have a specific favorite flower, but i like orchids!
favourite scent: the scent of pu’er tea (or the scent of dried flowers)
favourite season: i don’t have one, but i’m leaning towards autumn
RANDOM
average hours of sleep: 6-9
cats or dogs: dogs (i’m serious)
coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea all the way
current time: 01:05
dream trip: south america, europe, japan
dream job: tbd :’) (but i want to be in a profession in which i’m helping people)
hobbies: eating, playing piano, being a tubbs™
hogwarts house: ravenclaw (i think)
last movie watched: can’t remember, but it was probably a film about a mermaid who tried to find true love on land but ended up dying
last song listened to: i’m in love with you by kina
no. of blankets you sleep with: 1-2
random fact(s): i love mint chocolate ice cream, i like my milk tea with a bunch of toppings (pudding, aloe vera, boba pearls, etc.)
FIVE
10 things I can’t stop listening to
if i could ride a bike - chevy
pinocchio - eaJ
fly me to the moon - young k
holo - lee hi
lmm - hwasa
man in a movie - day6
laughing on the outside - bernadette carroll
remember (from natsume’s book of friends) - uru
sparkle - radwimps
i loved you - day6
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heartate-a · 4 years
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the nature of ahri.    //    part one.
my ahri is very much going to focus more on the darker aspects of her character and lore.  she absolutely was a killer,  let’s not forget that.  whatever her origins were,  whether you believe she’s just a vastaya and nothing more,  or a fox who ate the organs of humans and lived so long she became human  -  like,  she was a killer,  although it was not out of any malicious or sadistic nature and more so for her survival and the nurturing of the magic that was beginning to course within her.
i really enjoy part of the old lore,  where she found her beginnings as a simple fox and grew into a beautiful woman.  i will run with that to the extent that perhaps her line of vastaya was another shapeshifting line,  specifically that of nine  -  tailed foxes.  her lore changed to where she was simply a vastaya who was lost,  abandoned maybe,  and all she had left of them was a stone.  i like to think that since she was young,  it may have felt safer to take on the form of a fox and live more with nature rather than as a girl,  hence why she stuck with the pack of icefoxes referenced in her wiki.
she hunted other animals at first,  beasts.  she was always possessed of this innate and powerful magic,  which she used to aid her in her hunts.  although she had not yet developed a true sense of empathy as she does now in present days,  she was still not a hunter of malice and did not intentionally seek to inflict pain upon her prey.  she used her charm in its physical,  magical manifestations to soothe them like a tranquilizer to make sure that they felt no pain in their death and as she ate.
ahri is almost vampiric in this nature.  the passive of her orb of deception allows her to life steal and restore her missing health in game,  and realistically,  this is a restoration of energy,  a way to recharge energy and chase away any fatigue and aids in healing her wounds.  ahri feeds on both the life energy itself of her prey as well as the physical meat of their bones.  the life energy that she feeds on nurtures her magic and gives her physical and magical strength,  but of course,  she needs real sustenance.
she tries to not waste anything when she feasts,  even prior to the development of further complex empathy,  and this is an important thing to note later for the hunter that she encounters.
when ahri ran into humans for the first time,  she studied them out of curiosity.  she recognized that they were more similar to her than the foxes were that she lived with,  because she was more human than anything else despite the fox vastayan blood in her.  she didn’t know any other vastayans or humans  ----  she had been abandoned.  all she knew was the life she led with those foxes of the wild and the magic that rested within the marrow of her bones,  that trailed fire in her veins.
she met the hunter at this point,  a man shot with an arrow left for dead in the cold,  wintry snow.  ahri didn’t approach him with any need or desire to feed  ----  she did not mean to consume the essence of his life.  it came of a primal instinct,  an instinct rooted more deeply than simply just something she just did or something that she felt that she needed to do.  she felt it awaken her magic,  strengthen it.
just as it was when she fed upon the essence of beasts,  she felt the rush of the man’s emotions,  his memories,  everything that he felt.  she felt his pain,  of the wound from the arrow that had stricken him,  of the loss of the life he was leaving behind.  like with her animal prey,  she soothed him,  and this time instilled within him dreams and memories of better days and numbed his physical pain as well as his mental anguish.
with each time she fed,  she became almost exceedingly overwhelmed with their feelings,  all of the memories from the entirety of their lives.  all of their guilt,  all of their pain,  all of the happiness in their lives.  and each time she fed,  she gained a little bit more humanity.  she became more human.  she was euphoric in the bliss of feeling.  every time she fed off of a human being’s life essence,  she grew stronger,  more human,  and she still soothed them into the arms of death.
at first,  it began with the wounded soldiers she found straggling along the way as she ventured further into the world.  then,  it continued on with those weak and frail,  the ones whose lives clung to nothing else,  the ones who were ready to move on.  but all of these people would not sustain her.  they were too weak,  the essence of their lives was not enough.  she needed more.  with each life she consumed,  she felt her power grow.  in a desire to nurture and grow the magic bubbling inside of her,  she hungered for more,  she sought out more.
ahri does not simply just deliberately kill anyone.  those mentioned before were more or less mercy killings,  killings out of need,  really.  the more she learned,  both of the world and of her own emotions and of the emotions of others,  the more her vision of the world shifted,  and the more her beliefs,  feelings,  wants,  and needs shifted.  she began to intentionally seek out those who she thought were corrupt,  evil,  dangers to the world.  as shown in a short story,  ahri exhibits a bias against noxians,  but a few bad eggs shouldn’t speak for the whole of the nation.  my ahri will learn the truth of noxus.  yes,  there does exist evil amongst everyone,  but she learns that noxus’s reputation is undeserved  (  this is me inserting my noxus stan heart lol  ).  she is not for or against any one nation,  but she does have love for ionia above all,  for it and its creatures and woods are her home.
but anyways,  she’s killed as a means to punish others she considers corrupt.  in eating their life essence,  she,  naturally,  was able to experience their life and their emotions too.  it’s more so everything they are thinking and feeling in the present,  and if they happen to dredge up things from the past on their own and were thinking of it moments prior to their death or as they are dying,  they are things that ahri will become privy too.  
even from people such as this,  she has things to learn from.  she learns that some people are truly evil,  and others are not quite so evil so much as they felt they had no choice but to act in the manner they did due to a corrupt authority figure or other person in their life commanding them to act.  people who surface as truly corrupt and evil,  ahri toys with them,  sometimes even torments them if she felt they truly deserved it.  it’s something she enjoyed doing.
as time passed,  the more humanity she gained from each little bit of life essence she consumed,  the more she began to think on things and question what it was that she was doing.  getting to this point is a gradual process and something i probably won’t discuss in this particular post,  but i will refer back here in the future.
ahri’s reformation is tied heavily to her falling in love with that human man,  a painter,  a wonderful artist who drew vivid colors into her life and plunged her into emotions she had never thought herself capable of feeling or receiving.  she accidentally consumed his life and in her anguish,  she journeyed to a garden to forget it all.
there’s so much more to this that i would love to discuss,  and i haven’t even begun to mention vladimir’s role in her story,  because he becomes intertwined in all of this too.
anyway,  the point is,  ahri’s past is dark,  the nature of her character is darker beyond the surface,  and this is something i would love to explore,  whether it’s where your characters meet her prior to her full reformation,  if she even began to reform at all at that point,  and come to know her afterward,  or even if they only meet her afterward and learn of her past.  ahri starts to change in part due to her loneliness and at the horror of hearing the stories of the terrible,  vicious fox who devoured the hearts of runeterra’s people.  she did not want anyone to fear her.  she abhorred this feeling of loneliness and wants desperately for companionship.
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Best Television (Of the Things I Watched) 2018
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IndieWire's Liz Miller put together a staggering list of all the television shows that aired this year, excluding most reality and children's programming, to help narrow down top ten lists. If you would like to view it and despair, you may do so by clicking here.
Per her list there were o/a 554 shows on television this annum. Stare into the gaping void of that number, and let it, in turn, stare back into you. Of the television shows on this list, I have seen, at least one episode, of 136 of them. Although I am not a "professional" television "critic" who "gets paid" to give opinions, I am a "television professional" who also writes about it as an "amateur" "hobby". What I'm really trying to say here is that I have never seen an episode of The Americans.
But what I'm REALLY trying to say is that I watch a lot of TV, and work in TV, and love TV and have only seen 25% of the shows currently on television (and yes, I had to Google how to do that math). 25%! That's a quarter! That's an F- -, that is a paltry drip in this vast ocean of content. How is anyone supposed to keep up with that! The only thing I keep up with are the Kardashians, and that show isn't even included on the list of 554 shows!
And so with the disclaimer that any true distillation and subsequent ranking of the current landscape of television is, for all intents and purposes, impossible- I present to  you my picks for the best shows of 2018. Or perhaps more accurately ~*~my~*~ favorite shows, or the shows that brought me the most joy, or who managed to rise above the froth of the seething hoard of content, or shows I’d like you all to watch so we may talk about them. 
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Killing Eve - BBC America
Okay so forget everything I just said about the insurmountable tv landscape and the inability to make an accurate judgement of quality, because Killing Eve was the BEST show this year. Watching this show, the latest outing from Phoebe Waller-Bridge, felt like suddenly finding out you've been holding your breath your entire life and finally filling your lungs. Killing Eve is the show I have always wanted to watch, and yet could never have previously imagined being possible. It is a spy thriller that maintains a heady tension, it's a pitch black comedy, it's a love story, it's violent, it's stylish, it's sexy, and it's unapologetically female. I could write an entire blog about this show in regards to women's spaces, sexuality, violence, and the female gaze but there WAS other television this year that I GUESS you want to read about. Real quick: the music was amazing, the clothes were amazing, Jodie Comer has shamed all other psychopath performances, and Sandra Oh held this whole jumble together with a deeply grounded yet intimately vulnerable performance and that shit AIN'T EASY Y'ALL. Also this is on Hulu now....so....
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The Terror - AMC
I can say without question that The Terror is the most enjoyable show I've ever seen about men rotting to death on a boat. AMC did a terrible (lol) job of advertising this gem of a series based on an 800 page novel, which itself is based on a real (doomed) expedition to find the Northwest Passage. Yes, the The Terror is about all the ways men can die (many!), but it was also easily the most aesthetically beautiful series I watched this year. Sure, it was scary and there were zombie polar bears, but it also created a subtle unease as delicate as it was unsettling. The natural world is unforgiving and unknowable, but is it more dangerous than what lies in the hearts of men? (Free tagline for you AMC) Everyone slept on this show like they were dying of hypothermia.
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Queer Eye - Netflix
Imagine you're you, and you've had a really rough couple of years. I mean, the news is terrible, the planet is dying, and you're never going to be a homeowner. The only thing that brings you joy is lying listlessly on your couch playing cooking games on your phone and trying to pretend that you don't have to haul your corporeal form to work tomorrow. Suddenly, there is a knock on your (over-priced apartment's) door. Who could be visiting you here, at such an hour? Who is there left in the world that cares? You pull on a bathrobe and shuffle over, opening the door and blinking owlishly into outside world. Before you are five beautifully appointed men, they have gifts, salsa, bomber jackets, soft-silken hair,  their energy is non-threatening. They join you on the couch and you cry in their toned arms for hours, for days, for weeks. For the first time in a long time you think maybe humanity is worth saving after all.
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Sharp Objects - HBO
I have never fully boarded the Gillian Flynn train, my reaction to watching Gone Girl and reading Dark Places was "Oh...that's it?" So despite the creative heavy hitters (Marti Noxon, Marc-Jean Vallee, Amy Adams) attached, I had reservations about this HBO miniseries. On its surface Sharp Objects is another one of Flynn's lurid mysteries, but its on-screen adaptation created a fully realized world for this particular mystery to inhabit. A world that at turns felt stifling and magical, that oozed resentment, and pain, and fear. A world filled with women who had anger simmering under the skin, caught in their hands, trapped in their mouths. For once this wasn't a story where the twist was the final destination, but rather an inevitability of cruelty wrought on women by their world and by each other.
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The Good Place - NBC
Everything on this list so far has been new series. Maybe that's because newness is more interesting, or maybe it's because goodness is hard to sustain. However everyone's favorite philosophy comedy just seems to be getting better and better the longer it goes on, continuing to invent itself from season to season, and even episode to episode.  The Good Place is the only show that can make you a fan of Blake Bortles and also a genuinely better person.
Okay those were my five best shows of the year and now I'm tired. Here are some rapid fire honorable mentions!!!!
Honorable Mentions:
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Barry (HBO)- The season finale didn't stick the landing for me, but I can assure you Barry’s actor struggle was documentary-level. Cannot speak for hitman authenticity.....publicly...
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GLOW S2 (Netflix) - Improving on the promise of its first season, GLOW can sometimes be a bit messy in delivery but I admire their go big or go home attitude. This season dealt with workplace sexual harassment, parenthood, the AIDs crisis, race, and even had time for a lesbian dream ballet and an anti-kidnapping PSA. Betty Gilpin forever.
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Doctor Who (BBC America) - Jodie Whittaker is a sheer delight as the Doctor, and a breath of fresh air for the series. This new season has also taken the back-in-time episodes (always my fav) to a new level- I LEARNED STUFF.
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Aggretsuko (Netflix) - Aggretsuko is a Sanrio anime about a red panda named Retsuko. She is 25, she works in an office for a sexist pig boss, she hates her life, and at night she sings death metal karaoke. She is....extremely relatable. Sam please watch this.
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The Magicians S3 (SyFy)- I may be biased, but at the same time, I have always loved The Magicians. This is another rare show that gets better the longer it goes on, having carved out a strange little genre space with a tone all of its own. Within the forest of snappy quips and surly fantasy characters, is a beating heart and an ability to achieve real emotional catharsis.
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The Haunting of Hill House (Netflix) - I said earlier this year that I had never found a television show truly scary, but this was before I had seen Haunting of Hill House.  I have not yet finished this show because it started giving me nightmares and I can only watch it in the light of day. That being said, the Bent-Neck Lady episode alone is such a tight, terrifying, piece of storytelling it deserves a shout out on this list. Also A+ kid casting, that shit is HARD. 
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Brooklyn Nine-Nine (NBC) Probably the time I felt most alive this year were the harrowing  hours between Brooklyn 99's cancellation by Fox and subsequent saving by NBC. During that wretched purgatory it was decided by the internet that B99 was the Last Good and Pure Thing Left and its salvation would mark some sort of victory in the losing battle against the darkness that will  one day overtake us all. Luckily, the day was saved (no thanks to Fox), but the abyss still looms.
That's it! This is everything I thought was good on TV this year! If you thought something else was good, or you would like to shame me for something I did not watch, feel free to do so in the comments or on Twitter.  There are over 550 after all and I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT watch them all.
The television wheel begins inexorably turning again in a few scant weeks, so buckle up buttercups!!! If you read the blog this year, or are reading right now - thank you for your time! If you thought the writing was poor, at least I gave you some entertaining gifs. 
XO MD
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Proof as to why Murdoc would murder someone (and other horrible theory shit)
Wow. I never expected my previous theory to get as much recognition as it did. I just thought everyone would see it as a bit of an over-analysis, which is EXACTLY what I did. So I’ll do some more stuff on it because I’m stupid... :)
The title might be a bit of a stretch, I think, but just bare with it.
I just want to clear one thing up - I never said Murdoc DID kill anyone or that 2D IS dead, but at this point of time I believe an ATTEMPTED homicide is likely and if Murdoc were to kill/attempt to kill any band members, it would most likely be 2D.
This first one was posted to The Guardian on January 22nd, 2006 (that was my 4th birthday lol) Murdoc clearly states he can get away with some shit
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Yep. He can get away with murder. He doesn’t say he COULD get away with murder, meaning he’s done it more than once...
Next up is an interview from Redbull on June 13th, last year.
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It’s not Murdoc murder, but it talks about 2D dying. Going up in flames, because that boy is on FIRE!
Here’s another one, a quote that is. I believe I’ve seen it somewhere in Rise of the Ogre
“Kids, eh? Little treasures, I love ‘em... couldn’t eat one whole though.”
Yeah, this might be a one-off thing, but I found a 2017 interview relating to Plastic Beach. I’m currently failing to find a link, but there was something mentioned about bread and then Murdoc mentioned cannibalism, idk. I can’t find it ANYWHERE.
Lol, Murdoc wouldn’t CANNIBALIZE a member of his band, EVER. I’m just pointing that out 
Here’s another one - page 143 of Rise of the Ogre:
Murdoc exploded, lunging at 2D. Grabbing his twig-like throat with both hands he began throttling the hapless singer, squeezing the very life out of him. Russel stood up, raising himself to his full height.
Russel: Put him down Muds. Now
Murdoc, oblivious to the potential danger of a riled-up Russel Hobbs, continued his vicious and merciless assault. 2D's head was thrown from side to side.
Russel: I said PUT HIM DOWN, MURDOC. BEFORE I DO SOMETHING WE'RE ALL GONNA REGRET.
Noodle too lept to her feet, throwing herself between Murdoc and 2D. She bit hard into Murdoc's hand trying to get him to release his stranglehold, but the red mist had come down and Murdoc held on tight. 2D's face had now turned a deep shade of blue, matching the colour of his spiky eyes. If he'd had eyes they'd have been popping right out of his head by now.
Russel: I AIN'T GONNA TELL YOU AGAIN. DROP HIM!
That’s only half of it on the page. But Murdoc eventually says this:
Murdoc, his eyes ablaze with vitriol and venom, pointed his bony nicotine-encrusted finger right into 2D's face.
Murdoc: And you, you little blue-haired pigmy sod boy, are way to stupid to be alive. Let this be known, you've been a curse of banality since I first laid eyes on you. If it weren't for your precious vocals, I'd have strangled you into a box years ago.
So yeah. Back then the only thing practically keeping 2D alive was his vocals. Not even for talking, just his singing. Murdoc literally tells him he’s too stupid to be alive. He’s not afraid to kill 2D.
MURDOC. IS. NOT. AFRAID. TO. KILL. 2D.
This is why Gorillaz first split as a band, because Murdoc tried to strangle Stuart to death. That in itself is obvious from the constant abuse.
(Shit, I’m just going off the rails now.)
This is all getting really random, but I’m just trying to point out related stuff here. Like the fact that 2D has bad dreams as said by Noodle in a Dazed interview.
It’s understandable. 2D wouldn’t have bad dreams, or maybe nightmares, if something bad wasn’t going on in his life. Murdoc still treats him like shit.
I mean, just look at this from the Spirit House App:
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His rooms a mess as well. Looks like it belongs to a mentally unstable person...
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Also, here’s a list of things Murdoc has been doing to 2D:
- Making him work late hours in a sweatshop
- Getting him to dress as a fox so he can pretend to shoot 2D (with something) without hurting a real animal
- Gets him to wake him up with an electric shock, before proceeding to punch him in the face
Murdoc just treats him like an animal in general. I shouldn’t have to explain things, but I guess I will. He gets him to “go for walks”, throw a stick and chase ducks.
Old image of 2D wearing a fucking leash:
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Also, Murdoc wants to fly 2D to space. Permanently. And chloroform.
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Ok. I should ACTUALLY stop. Uhhh... kill meeeee?
Sources and shit:
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2006/jan/22/popandrock.gorillaz
https://www.redbull.com/au-en/theredbulletin/gorillaz-were-the-most-real-band-out-there
https://aminoapps.com/c/gorillaz/page/blog/ayyy-i-found-rise-of-the-ogre-on-reddit/kwJj_dxaFGu7jR2XEnlleQKGg1ne7xMjxbb
http://www.dazeddigital.com/music/article/35725/1/we-skyped-every-member-of-gorillaz
https://aminoapps.com/c/gorillaz/page/blog/2ds-bedroom/aVqg_YB5h0uWV75zXbalr3VKaB7mWBw6QQ
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any thoughts/comments on hair dye? i'm a newbie and all my knowledge comes from youtube LOL. i know arctic fox is bad?? ngl i only like good dye young because of hayley williams but yeah i'd love to hear your thoughts on hair dye!
I'll be honest, the most research I ever did for my hair was before the first time I bleached it . Most of the time I just kind of... go for it
So *warning!* I am not a professional and please also know that I give very little fucks about what I look like and am not afraid of trying whatever I want with my hair.
Also, cause it does make a difference in hair care, I am white. This means that I have only ever done things to white people hair and have *absolutely* no knowledge of any other kind of hair except my own, which is semi curly/wavy, thin stranded but a decent amount of it, and fairly healthy to begin with (though I've been dying it since I was 15). Also, I am naturally a dirty blonde so my hair is somewhat light to begin with.
Below the cut for completely non-professional hair dye advice!
SEMI-PERMANENT/PASTEL DYES:
I'm not sure what you mean by Arctic Fox is bad - I've actually used them and so far they're one of the best, so I'm guessing it has something to do with the company itself that I haven't heard about? I really like their colors, it smells good, and it's not crazy overpriced. The other brand I like is One n Only Argan Oil - that's what I first started using when doing pastels. A popular brand (at least here in the US and specifically at Sally's where I shop) is Ion. I'm not a fan, I found the color weak and faded really quick. I just bought this unicorn color today because it looked pretty, so we'll see how that goes.
These are just the non-permanents that I use for pastels/non traditional colors. They don't hurt your hair so honestly, pick one up and slap it on and the worst it'll do is nothing!
You can also leave this stuff on your hair forever. Usually the longer you go, the brighter it will be. You can also cut the brightness by adding plain, white conditioner (don’t fall for the hair dye company tricks! You don’t need their “diluter”. Just use conditioner!)
PERMANENT DYE:
Permanent dye is a whole other thing, so if you want that, make sure you read the box and get the appropriate developer! Or, you could use a box dye from the grocery store. I may be a pretentious little shit about my hair dyes now, but I used box dye for YEARS when I was dying it red. If you want a straight, traditional color that you don’t have to think about, box is your way to go. A beauty store will have colors that you need to measure and add developer to. It’s more intense, but you can also mix and match!
BLEACH:
If you're going to bleach, be careful! If your hair is very dark and you're trying to go pastel, I wouldn't recommend doing it at home. Also, if you have pre-box dyed hair, bleach might react weird (hello me trying to bleach box red dye out of my hair...). I would specifically not recommend trying to bleach over dyed black hair.
If your hair is lighter, or has already been bleached and you wanna go even lighter, I would recommend starting with a bleach bath, which is the bleach, developer, and shampoo. It's a lot less harsh. (Google for the ratios!)
For example, I did a bleach wash today! I don't have examples of my before color this time, but I've used them in the past to do this:
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(this is taking out pink dye from my hair a while ago, though it had already faded a lot, you can sort of see where my roots are, they’re more yellow. You can see the pink isn't completely gone, but my hair also isn't fried.)
Also, if you’re leaving your hair bleached and not dying over it, don’t forget toner! And even if you are dying over it and your bleached hair is very yellow, you may want to tone anyway just to get some of the brassiness out, so it doesn’t come through your dye.
SUPPLIES:
I can't recommend a measured mixing bowl enough, though you can always use a food scale if you have it. Gloves, too. I've recently decided to use them (for a few years I just walked around with pink or blue or purple hands for a few days after...). I know professionals use those brushes to put dye on your hair but... honestly I just use my hands
And then, of course, make sure you repair some of the damage you've done! You can't get real olaplex at home, but I do these Aphogee two step treatments. They're honestly a pain in the ass to use, but they work.
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OTHER RANDOM ADVICE?:
- it’s always easier to section your hair! Put it up and do your under layers first, then work your way to your crown
-nail polish remover is great at getting out dye stains. From countertops, sinks, the floor, cabinets, the wall behind you somehow, your own skin...
-you always need more dye than you think you do. Always overshoot, the last thing you need is to run out halfway through, especially with permanents.
-taking out color: you can do this with semi-permanents with a cleansing shampoo (I use Redken) mixed with either crushed up vitamin c or baking soda. Less harsh than bleach or color stripper
-speaking of taking out color, blues are always harder to remove than reds. As I am currently dealing with. I knew better, and yet I chose to dye it blue, then purple anyway...
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SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND AGAIN, I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL. I have just been fucking up my hair for years at this point and this is the little I’ve learned along the way.
Honestly, if you have a specific question of something you’d like to do, you can message me and I’ll try to give advice! But without knowing what you’re looking for, this is all generic. And if you were just looking at brands, well... I’m sorry if you read through the rest of this for nothing! Your answer is in the first paragraph lmao
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Multi 12 for each OC
Oh man I can tell this one’s going to be long as I’m pumped to talk about them today. It’ll be under a cut! But thank you so much! :) (Also a lot doesn’t exactly fit canon such as clothing but I laugh at canon so. Bear in mind.)
12. How do they like to dress?
Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, loves jackets. But specifically…
Adeline: Most of her clothing is fitted. Or, at least, as close as she can manage in this day and age. She goes for a more conservative look, spending her time in jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters. These tend to be in cooler-hued colors as well. Another item she’s fond of is long jackets. Knee length or longer to be preferable, and these are generally military jackets (Such as her general’s uniform) and combat boots she’s scavenged from around the Commonwealth. Button downs if she has to be a professional again in meetings with the leaders of other factions. The only accessory of sorts she always carries is a pair of fingerless gloves. These are for both warmth and to help with rubbing from her rifle. Overall she likes to appear put together and well-groomed in her appearance. 
Willow: How she dresses largely depends on where she is. If she’s out wandering or doing some odd job, she’ll be in her courier’s duster she got after visiting the Divide as well as a plain long-sleeved shirt and pants. She’ll generally wear this if she’s having to appear as “Courier Six” somewhere as well due to most recognizing that image. If she’s on the Strip, she prefers jeans or cut offs and tanks/crop tops/open front or back shirts. These are typically in warmer tones of color. If there’s something going on that night she’ll pull out slinky, glittery dresses for the look, but those are a rarity. The one sort of “accessory” she has is the chip, and this she’s managed to attach to a chain that’s fashioned as a necklace long enough to hide under clothing.
Morgan: Preferring neutral tones, Morgan tends to make due with what she finds. Generally she likes to feel small, so her clothing tends to be over-sized. Long sleeves that cover her hands, jeans she has to cuff, the usual. She’s not at all picky about appearance so these might even have a rip or two in them (usually the jeans at the knees) for some time before she gets around to fixing them. She likes denim jackets as well, and the bigger the better. On her feet there’s usually wool socks as it’s cold that far north and typically either sneakers or some kind of short boot. She has a pair of orange sneakers that she loves dearly, and she’ll probably be wearing those whether they match or not. 
Fox: This one adores bright colors of all kinds, but is in love with red and pink. She’s the one that appears more “feminine” and so-called “girly” in her color choice most of the time despite her….occupation. She has a wide array of leather/pleather jackets that come in as many colors as her hair does (she’s constantly dying it different tones) though of course she has her favorites. Boots are another staple of her outfit, and the taller the better. Her love of shiny things also means a lot of jewelry in necklaces and rings, and many of these are snake-related. She’s also quite fond of sunglasses and animal masks, though obviously not at the same time. The most “fashion forward” of my set, as much as there can be in this universe. 
24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?
Adeline: Being small and always cold, Adeline is much happier if it’s warm. But she doesn’t like hot so she’ll take cold out of those two options. 
Willow: Hot, definitely. No question. She hates being cold. 
Morgan: Cold. She’s always liked having an excuse to wrap up in blankets and sweaters. 
Fox: She’s more partial to the milder range herself but she’ll go hot over cold any day. 
36. Least favorite smell? 
Adeline: She’s not all that bothered by smells though if she had to pick one she’s not too fond of the smell of most cleaning supplies. They make her sneeze.  
Willow: Burning rubber. She’s run across it a few too many times in her travels and every single time it makes her gag. 
Morgan: Wet dog. Unfortunate, that, since Dogmeat is her constant companion and he’s got a habit of splashing in every puddle they come across. 
Fox: Funny enough, she hates the smell of Sugar Bombs. The distinct, sugary sweet smell just makes her teeth and jaw hurt, and she avoids it whenever she can. 
48. Are they dating/married to anyone?
Adeline: Yes! She has her late husband, of course, and now she’s with MacCready!
Willow: Uhhhhhh. Ha. Haha. Hahaha. She is! But that’s…um…er…complicated. 
Morgan: Nope! No one for this girl! Though she has been interested in some other girls in the past, she’s never felt strongly enough to pursue anything. 
Fox: Lol no. 
60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?
Adeline: It might be a little twisted, but she’s amused when someone gets something about the old world incredibly wrong. She had a ball with Moe in Diamond City. I think she just enjoys the irony of something she once thought unforgettable being the exact opposite of that. She won’t laugh at kids though, not wanting to hurt their feelings. 
Willow: A good comedian. Yeah, it’s a bit of a cop-out, but the thing she’s usually laughing at are herself otherwise so its a little difficult. But generally if you have a good sense of humor and a quick wit, you can get her laughing. 
Morgan: Her Vault had lots of pre-war comedies that she misses as they always made her laugh. She’s found some others though now and she’s happy with those. 
Fox: Is it enough to say she laughs at the misery of others? Because she does. Too often. But generally she laughs at stupid things; specifically, stupid things that other people do. Anytime she sees a raider mess up something like tweaking a ride (and generally receiving some kind of punishment dealt out by the park itself) she’s howling. 
72. Are they allergic to anything?
Adeline: Nothing really specific. She just gets seasonal allergies that have by some unfortunate turn of events survived the war. So she’s sneezing her way through spring most years. 
Willow: Nope!
Morgan: She’ll never know it (which is fortunate) but she’s allergic to something they put in Vim! soda. So drinking it would cause her some discomfort and numbing around the mouth. 
Fox: She has a food allergy to some fruits so she avoids all of them as a general rule. Not worth the risk!
84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?
Adeline: Hmmm. Typically she likes lighter hair on men, and someone being taller than her is a must (Not that it’s difficult but still. She’s short already. Anyone shorter is alarming). She also prefers bright-colored eyes. 
Willow: She’s less picky than some of my others, but generally she prefers people with sharper features. More defined, more striking, the whole nine yards. Kind of almost buys into some of pre-war’s beauty standards in her preferences. 
Morgan: Typically she’s attracted to “softer” features. Anyone that looks intimidating or mean is someone she wants to avoid. So brown eyes, nice smile, round nose…features that are generally described as “kind” are ones she likes. 
Fox: She’s not all too concerned with features. If you’re interested and she’s interested it’s enough. But she does find herself drawn to scars, especially if they’re noticeable and have a good story attached. 
96. What is their greatest weakness?
Adeline: Her tendency to trust too easily. Coming out of the vault was difficult in part in her adjustment to the idea that people lived mostly for themselves and no one else. Finding “good” people was a must, and she got taken advantage of more than once in those early days. She got better as she learned her place in the world and her training from law school kicked back in, but she still slips up now and then.
Willow: She’ll never admit it but it’s those few people she allows close. If anyone were to go after them or do anything to them, she’d switch back over to protective and cold, which would ultimately lead to some mistakes. She’d be more impulsive with her actions than calculating, and that can be a very bad thing in this world. 
Morgan: She’s scared easily. She doesn’t trust people, and they can really unnerve her without trying very hard. So she has to keep a firm hand on herself when someone startles her, since it can greatly decrease her negotiating powers and make her doubt herself. 
Fox: Some combination of her greed and temper. One day she’s going to want too much, and someone’s going to make her angry, and it’s not going to end well. 
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I’m honestly just dying to write somethingggg -- I’d really love a mumu?? maybe just two of us or throw in another person?? it could be anything from apartment wing, college roommates... maybe the truman show???? or something supernatural maybe???
under the cut are the characters/faces in the mumu I’d be interested in playing.
IVAN BISHOP | janis ancens | 22-26 years old
his family has had money for decades bc they’ve always managed to deal with corrupt government officials and whatnot. the bishop family make profit off war/violence bc they sell weapons!! they tend to sell to both sides of wars, even if in secret!! plus, they deal with monster/creature hunters!!! bishop is a name known around the world for many things.
um he’s a perfectionist. has to be the best at everything. everything. he was head boy in the private boarding school he attended, president of whatever fraternity that rich young men like him get into the kind with bad hazing and shit, was president of his university’s SGA, has perfect grades and a perfect record!!! he strives to be the best and ambition has taken him far. he doesn’t just rely on his family but the name does open A LOT of doors for him
he’s very stoic but can charm the pants off people!! but he’s very manipulative in this, can often get people to do what he wants. he once had his whole fraternity turn against this kid on campus who was running against him for SGA… he’s got a real cruel streak. hope you never see it. ://
he’s like ALLLLMOST greysexual but he still likes the act of sex from time to time. its hard to catch him with his guard down. doesn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents. mother cheats while away at one of their many beach condos. father is absent, busy with work && hunting. he’s good at gaslighting ivan so, as you can imagine, the boy has some real daddy issues.
he has younger brother and sister who are twins!! his mother is a BICTH!!! she is not nice. not pleasant in the slightest!! but she’s really really good at hunting! maybe a witch??? haven’t decided where I want that to go lol
MALLORY LEWIS | nicola peltz | 21-23 years old
so mal is an only child and her young parents were very excited to have a girl, especially her mother. she was pretty much a tiny doll in her mother’s eyes. she was an only child and the woman saw her daughter as something to dress up and parade around rather than really take care of. so, unsurprisingly, she’s been to a decent amount of pageants, a few Ws under her belt, in fact.
her parents got divorced when she was three! the highschool sweethearts didn’t last but five years! and so she was never really close with her father because her mother monopolized her time. she grew pretty resentful towards him as she got older because of their lack of time together and because he never really tried to see her or get her away from her mother. after a while, her father didn’t even try  to stay in touch. he helped a bit with expenses for a time but once he was remarried, there was no hearing from him.
mal was primarily raised by her mother who jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend and husband to husband!! when she was especially young, there were a lot of boundary lines that were blurred between her and her mother. she slept in bed with her until she was nine, she wouldn’t ever be far from her. her mother would get them matching outfits and she’d always do mal’s hair, make sure she was perfect, and she had to be exactly the way that her mother wanted her to be. no questions.
so being left alone with her mother and being groomed by her mother alone, she kind of became a mini version of her!! she didn’t care about anything other than getting what she wanted. men were tools. they were just bank accounts and pretty things to surround herself with. if she wanted it, she could get it – she knew what her appearance did to others, men especially. ever so manipulative, she has her own harem of men, ages all varying from twenties to sixties, that she spends her time with. she’s easily a homewrecker to a handful of relationships out there.
she relies on some of her daddies forreal though because between them and hustling, she can only resort to criminal acts to support herself!
the monsters she seen all her life!! she used to be very vocal about it but her mom put her in a institution one summer when she was 13 which really traumatized her so she does NOT talk about the shit she sees! NOT CRAZY!!
“GK” STARR | madison mclaughlin | 19-23 years old
my baby is like the human form of peach tea. is that weird to say? gk is a super sweetheart and most people genuinely like her when they meet her. she makes it easy, bc she’s bit of a pushover and people-pleaser so she gets walked on a lot. still learning how to stand up for herself!!
she’s an art freak. loves oil painting the most as that’s the one she’s more experienced with. learning how to use water colors and gouache just as well. wants to be graphic designer one day!!
with a short and small stature, most underestimate her, if not all who cencounter her. she is no impressive figure, by any means, so her goal of becoming a superhero seems farfetched to many. with the appearance of such fragility, gk attracts those who wish to protect without meaning to, often due to her size. her skin is very tanned with a decently clear complexion as she still struggles with acne and such. freckles are scattered across the bridge of her nose and over the tips of her shoulders. A dark mole is one of her most striking features, location just under her right eye. 
gk is very friendly and very loud. so basically, one of those people who just makes themselves known, no matter the room they enter into. very much a people-person, loves to be in the company of anyone, even strangers. she’s extremely naive, so constantly people are using her for her powers, abusing her kindness and willingness to help. questions are constantly on her tongue, because she doesn’t know about anything and is so very curious! she’s not everyone’s cup of tea, that’s for sure – but she’ll never know unless you tell her upfront, she’s a bit oblivious at times.
gk stands for georgia katherine, so as you can imagine she’s pretty southern. her accent is thick like molasses!! her family moved here from louisiana about five years ago. it had been a tough move and she struggled for a bit, bc people aren’t always kind and the starrs aren’t necessarily well off. they’re barely pushing by, one might say.
TRENTON LEROY | chris wood | 20-25 years old
tw: child abuse, violence, mental illness
so like!! trenton is from lyon, france! he has a SLIGHT accent but its not strong anymore because he hasn’t been back to france in like ten years.
his mother and father are not married. he was born out of wedlock because his mother was his father’s mistress. the man left after the idea of trenton was even mentioned. he was a married man with hands in politics, he couldn’t afford to have this out.
so labeaux family paid off the leroy family, sending money every month to keep them quiet.
the leroy family is kind of a TRASHY family living in the countryside near lyon. it was just trenton, his mother, grandmother and uncle. a small family that lived on the checks sent by a man worlds away.
he adored his mother more than any person!! like almost an obsession!! but thats because out of that house, she was the only one to ever show him kindness. his grandmother and uncle both were quite unkind to him, blaming him for their misfortunes and taking out their stress. unfortunately, his mother left the family and ran off with a boyfriend. trenton was only seven at the time but the sense of loneliness and abandonment following her departure REALLY affected him in ways that weren’t good. and the abuse he took from other family members only pushed him further.
his father took an interest back into his life at age twelve, realizing that the boy was his only current heir. he quickly took the boy from that house and placed him into a boarding school in england to learn everything from ENGLISH itself to business and other ways of the world.
the setting wasn’t much better tbh!! he was mistreated by older kids for a while, bullied for a variety of things until he finally shot up between age 15 & 16. he really grew into his awkward limbs, a charming face to match!! it was a surprise to everyone that the awkward boy had transformed into that. trenton started to get attention he had never received before. and it delighted him. but he didn’t know how to handle it.
he began abusing his friends, girlfriends… anyone who was close to him. violence was the ONLY language he would ever be fluent in – his family made sure of that.
when he graduated, he was a shadow of the boy he once was. dark and twisted with desires that no good person should have. but still he passed it off like a charm, being the perfect son that his father had never wanted.
trenton was moved to highland springs and he lived there with his just father for a few years, learning the ways of the family business and politics.
but eventually everything got to him and he SNAPPED. the incident had him sent away once more but this time to a mental institution on the west coast. he was heavily guarded secret so no one really knew where he disappeared to. his father only claimed traveling the world.
FOX KINSLEY | matt hitt | 19-22 years old
ALCOHOLISM TW, DRUGS TW
okay so this is atticus fawkes kinsley!! he goes by fox because he hates those names and he’s bitter af towards his family right now.
his dad lost his dream job when fox was about ten or so and he took to the bottle and stayed with it. he wasn’t abusive or anything, just yelled sometimes. Mostly laid around the house, sulking. he’s attempted other jobs, but it always ends up with him fired because of a DUI or something. so that’s where fox got most of his lazy traits from
his mom is this SUPER ambitious woman who’s really great honestly but she really cares about how people view her. so witnessing her husband in the state he was in really embarrassed her?? that destroyed their relationship. she thinks pretty lowly of the man. they fought A LOT. after the man’s fourth DUI in two years, she left.
she tried to convince fox to come with her, but he refused. he didn’t like the idea of abandoning his father. they used to be really close once. :’) so she left seventeen year old fox as well and took his sister to live with her parents for a while.
fox and his father did okay for a year or so. it was a bit rough because he had to get a shitty job with shitty hours to handle the bills and stuff. because good ole dad was still just doing his thing, drinking himself silly and sleeping at the oddest hours. fox had to leave on his last year of high school, which at the time didn’t bother him. but now, he’s starting to regret that more and more.
he’s a stoner through and through. mostly just sticks to weed. he’s really sloping down that path towards harder drugs though so he wears long sleeves occasionally to cover track marks.
things started to get really shitty one late saturday night when he returned after a double at work to find the house empty. only a note from his father, detailing that he needed to find himself and work out his problems on his own, was left. it fucked him up.
the loneliness and desperation he’ll never forget. it’s been carved into his bones and burned into his skin. he’ll never forget that pain. and because of that, he’s very very bitter. he’s been going out and partying doing every drug you can imagine. trying to destroy himself for the past year. sick, unhealthy living.
he’s still working at the gas station, still manning the slushie machines even if he has no one to go home to. no one to teach him how to be an adult in the real world.
WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR:
maybe like more family members? mother/father... sister/brother??? rival family?? maybe some kind of sentient monster???? or like friends of either mal or ivan??
platonic to romantic relationships!
a partner that can put up with me and my work/lazy schedule! I’ve been dying to write and rps are just dwindling around here so they’re just not gonna cut it... but I’m determined to have this plot because I NEEEED the creative outlet.
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The Hunter and the Fox (revised)
A breezy dusk, within the wind of the days ending, there was a light scent of floral in the air as the Hunter stared at the sun, still peaking above the dunes, miles away. A faint sliver of bright, red orange quickly receding as the sky quickly changed from auburn to a brilliant shade of purple. As still as a tree the Hunter sat staring at the spectacle with a deep expression of raw thought crossing it’s pale face, it was in the eyes..
This is how the Fox wandered upon the old Hunter, the Fox had never seen the Hunter like this before. In fact, the Fox never bothered coming near the Hunter, as a result of it’s reputation of killing wild animals. The Fox was rare, a light, silver blue coat covered it’s athletic frame. A frame made strong by staying alive in the wilderness, being hunted by both human, and animal. The Fox was also wise and adept. Something was different in the Hunter this night. The Fox could smell it, like the fading scent of smoldering embers, this Hunter had a faint scent, not at all like usual. The Fox crept close to the Hunter and stared into it’s thoughtful eyes.
“I witness your stare.” Spoke the Hunter. “If you’ve come to kill me, I suppose I deserve it, though maybe a worse fate is designed, after what I have done..” The Hunter paused. “.. I care not.” The Hunter added as it went back to staring into the darkening night sky.
“You speak unlike I thought you would. Do you not wish to kill me?..” asked the Fox
“I do not.” The Hunter simply replied.
“What has happened to you? This seems so unlike you, you have spent your whole life, and your forebears as well, hunting wild and rare animals.”
“A Hawk..” The Hunter said without pause, speaking with a choking whisper, barely able to contain it’s sorrow. The Hunter cleared it’s throat and focused. “A Hawk,” the Hunter repeated clearly. “A Hawk I have known, since I was but a wee child, with my pop gun and a hungry pair of eyes for anything that I could shoot at. I have known this Bird since I can remember. I spent my youth, admiring the beautiful raptor, it was unlike any of the others!” The Hunter ended with excitement. “It had a beautiful, gold coat of feathers, silver at the tips. It was perfect. It flew unlike the other Hawks, with purpose, and compassion. Like it knew it was different, which I sometimes wondered if it did.. I was always taught to think they were so stupid..” The Hunter paused at that, getting lost in a moment of deep thought, it’s eyes glazing over with nostalgic memories.
The Fox waited patiently, this was the most incredible change it had ever seen in any living things, a Hunter at that. “I saw it..” The Hunter continued in a cold, dry tone of regret. “I saw it after not seeing it for almost 5 years. I had thought it dead and lost memory of it. Until yesterday, when I saw it..” The Hunter stopped and began to breathe heavily, the Fox sensed much stress from the poor Hunter and it was perspiring now. “.. I saw it but the sun was in my eyes and I only saw the silhouette of the Bird and I shot it down.. I killed the bird I admired so much, mindlessly. I had gotten so used to hunting that I woke from a sleep and shot at the beast without even thinking..” The Hunter inflicted with a heavy burden of guilt towards itself and paused again, breathing deep.
The Fox could smell the rage building in the Hunter, let alone see it, however, the Hunter exhaled loudly and threw it’s arms up lazily. “I killed it..” it said blatantly. “I aimed, fired, and destroyed one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. I used to draw pictures of it, paintings.. I grew up adoring this wonderful creature!” The Hunter finished with a yelp, with the pinch of guilt causing it to choke on the word. “Walking upon the corpse, I saw what it was. My Bird, I named her Flyer, cause she was the best of the bunch!” The Hunter spoke aloud in sarcastic tone, berating itself. It then went cold again, staring into the now indigo sky.
“You regret killing this Bird.” The Fox simply confirmed. “You are sad because you did not want to kill this Hawk.” It added. “I knew her. I called her Swiftwind, because she always glided on the breeze, so very well..” The Fox paused now, having a memory of it’s own.
The Hunter began to weep then. “I did not need to hear that..” it pleaded, low and desperate.
“What do you mean?” Asked the Fox
“It stings my..” The Hunter grasped at it’s chest and was choking for breath, going through waves of personal agony. Many moments passed before the fit subsided, the Fox waited, dumbstruck.
“I do not understand what just happened.” The Fox admitted. “Although, the sight of you just now, and the smell reminds me greatly of my dear love, Shel.“
“Why do you call her that?” The Hunter asked instantly, in a bland tone caked with a dry curiosity, blowing it’s nose and interrupting the Fox.
“She lives in an old tortoise shell on the plains..” The Fox replied dryly. The Hunter began laughing, loudly, at this, for a long moment. The Fox did not understand this either, eyeing the Hunter with it’s head tilted to one side.
“Forgive me..” The Hunter begged in apology. “Please, continue..” It prompted.
“It is where I mated with her..” The Fox continued. “.. and where she kept our litter. Her stress was great, She cared for the life of the young with a ferocity unmatched by anything I’ve ever seen. Terrible to behold, truly..” The Fox trailed off, looking off into the sky.
“Aye, I know what you mean.” The Hunter said after a moment. “My wife and mother both had a temper one learned to regret tempting, if and when they ever made the mistake of doing so..” The Hunter said rolling it’s eyes. Time passed, a long moment, as both sat staring at the stars twinkling in the night sky.
“What will you do now?” The Fox questioned.
“I am dropping the hunt, no more killing, save the protection of my family.” The Hunter added sternly.
“That seems drastic, is it not your business?” The Fox wondered genuinely. 
“I.. no.” The Hunter said. “No.. I vowed the end of my life killing, after wandering upon the landing zone, and grave, of her babies, that had fallen from their perch..” The Hunter seemed about to pass out, swaying in guilt. It continued in a harsh, quiet whisper, splitting it’s sentences in between quick gasps of fading breath, it’s lungs clenching up from inner turmoil. “They had the same coat as their mother… gold and silver the tip… They looked old enough to fly, or just about..” It paused again bobbing it’s head, trying to keep balance, allowing the pain to fully rush through it’s emotions. A very long moment passed and even though the Fox could not understand the grief the Hunter was exuding, it could imagine from it had just heard, that the Hunter was very disappointed in itself.
“I see now..” The Fox said at length. “I see.” It repeated
“Yes..” The Hunter replied with a forced hiss, resonating with pain as it inhaled deeply. “Now you see.. I am a murderer..” It replied.
“Well now.” The Fox said. “You shouldn’t say that, you didn’t know any better, you were raised to kill the animals, yes?” It asked with a stern, emboldening tone. “You did something wrong, made clear within yourself, a reflection of your regret that seems inescapable.” It added wisely.
“You make it sound so simple..” The Hunter stated with a wry expression. “I feel like dying..” It plainly stated.
“There is always hope, old Hunter..” said the Fox. “This will pass and so long as you do not do any more harm to the animals, so too will you come out of this, the stronger, eh!” The Fox quipped with enthusiasm. “Maybe you can learn of a way to help the animals, I could use a covering for my Fox hole, it’s drips when it rains.” The Fox said with a serious tone, the look on it’s face reflecting it’s distaste of getting wet during the storms.
This made the Hunter smile. “Perhaps I can.” It said, then it gave the Fox a light scratch and stood up. “I can start with getting a tarp for you, I can rig it u-”
the Fox stopped paying attention to the Hunter then, not understanding a single thing the Hunter was saying. It looked excited though and this made the Fox feel good, seeing the change within the mood of one it thought only capable of hunting. After the Hunter was finished rambling on about it’s plans, it looked at the Fox. “Thank you.” Said the Hunter with gratitude.
The Fox was very flattered, and impressed. “You are welcome.” It simply replied. “I live next to the brook, near the waterfall, next to the red rock.” The Fox admitted. “Be well..” The Fox said, turning to walk away. “And forgive yourself.” It added.
The Hunter nodded it’s head at that, it’s heart warming as the sun was rising over it’s favorite mountain, off in the distance. “Wait on!..” The Hunter blurted out turning it’s head wildly, scanning for the Fox but, it was gone.. “never got your name..” The Hunter said low.
The Hunter then stared at the sunrise in awe, a flood of emotions rushing through it as it wondered on the possibilities at all of the assistance it could provide the animals now, swearing to never harm them again and forgiving itself with watering eyes of hope.
The phone vibrated on the Hunters hip, tearing it out of the deep session of meditation and it peeked down, clicking on the screen to see the text, sent from it’s wife. “Jason got in! Kelly was so excited she slipped and fell dancing! :-) I wish you could have seen it! LOL”
The Hunter breathed with a compassionate gratitude of relief, Jason had been trying so hard to get into that school! “Yeah!” The Hunter screamed aloud. “Whoo!” The Hunter saluted to the wind, bowed low to the earth and vowed to never kill another living thing. It never had to and never did. -Fin
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eggzy · 7 years
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I’m honestly just dying to write somethingggg -- I’d really love a mumu?? maybe just two of us or throw in another person?? it could be anything from apartment wing, college roommates... maybe the truman show???? or something supernatural maybe???
under the cut are the characters/faces in the mumu I’d be interested in playing.
IVAN BISHOP | janis ancens | 22-26 years old
his family has had money for decades bc they’ve always managed to deal with corrupt government officials and whatnot. the bishop family make profit off war/violence bc they sell weapons!! they tend to sell to both sides of wars, even if in secret!! plus, they deal with monster/creature hunters!!! bishop is a name known around the world for many things.
um he’s a perfectionist. has to be the best at everything. everything. he was head boy in the private boarding school he attended, president of whatever fraternity that rich young men like him get into the kind with bad hazing and shit, was president of his university’s SGA, has perfect grades and a perfect record!!! he strives to be the best and ambition has taken him far. he doesn’t just rely on his family but the name does open A LOT of doors for him
he’s very stoic but can charm the pants off people!! but he’s very manipulative in this, can often get people to do what he wants. he once had his whole fraternity turn against this kid on campus who was running against him for SGA… he’s got a real cruel streak. hope you never see it. ://
he’s like ALLLLMOST greysexual but he still likes the act of sex from time to time. its hard to catch him with his guard down. doesn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents. mother cheats while away at one of their many beach condos. father is absent, busy with work && hunting. he’s good at gaslighting ivan so, as you can imagine, the boy has some real daddy issues.
he has younger brother and sister who are twins!! his mother is a BICTH!!! she is not nice. not pleasant in the slightest!! but she’s really really good at hunting! maybe a witch??? haven’t decided where I want that to go lol
MALLORY LEWIS | nicola peltz | 21-23 years old
so mal is an only child and her young parents were very excited to have a girl, especially her mother. she was pretty much a tiny doll in her mother’s eyes. she was an only child and the woman saw her daughter as something to dress up and parade around rather than really take care of. so, unsurprisingly, she’s been to a decent amount of pageants, a few Ws under her belt, in fact.
her parents got divorced when she was three! the highschool sweethearts didn’t last but five years! and so she was never really close with her father because her mother monopolized her time. she grew pretty resentful towards him as she got older because of their lack of time together and because he never really tried to see her or get her away from her mother. after a while, her father didn’t even try  to stay in touch. he helped a bit with expenses for a time but once he was remarried, there was no hearing from him.
mal was primarily raised by her mother who jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend and husband to husband!! when she was especially young, there were a lot of boundary lines that were blurred between her and her mother. she slept in bed with her until she was nine, she wouldn’t ever be far from her. her mother would get them matching outfits and she’d always do mal’s hair, make sure she was perfect, and she had to be exactly the way that her mother wanted her to be. no questions.
so being left alone with her mother and being groomed by her mother alone, she kind of became a mini version of her!! she didn’t care about anything other than getting what she wanted. men were tools. they were just bank accounts and pretty things to surround herself with. if she wanted it, she could get it – she knew what her appearance did to others, men especially. ever so manipulative, she has her own harem of men, ages all varying from twenties to sixties, that she spends her time with. she’s easily a homewrecker to a handful of relationships out there.
she relies on some of her daddies forreal though because between them and hustling, she can only resort to criminal acts to support herself!
the monsters she seen all her life!! she used to be very vocal about it but her mom put her in a institution one summer when she was 13 which really traumatized her so she does NOT talk about the shit she sees! NOT CRAZY!!
“GK” STARR | madison mclaughlin | 19-23 years old
my baby is like the human form of peach tea. is that weird to say? gk is a super sweetheart and most people genuinely like her when they meet her. she makes it easy, bc she’s bit of a pushover and people-pleaser so she gets walked on a lot. still learning how to stand up for herself!!
she’s an art freak. loves oil painting the most as that’s the one she’s more experienced with. learning how to use water colors and gouache just as well. wants to be graphic designer one day!!
with a short and small stature, most underestimate her, if not all who cencounter her. she is no impressive figure, by any means, so her goal of becoming a superhero seems farfetched to many. with the appearance of such fragility, gk attracts those who wish to protect without meaning to, often due to her size. her skin is very tanned with a decently clear complexion as she still struggles with acne and such. freckles are scattered across the bridge of her nose and over the tips of her shoulders. A dark mole is one of her most striking features, location just under her right eye.
gk is very friendly and very loud. so basically, one of those people who just makes themselves known, no matter the room they enter into. very much a people-person, loves to be in the company of anyone, even strangers. she’s extremely naive, so constantly people are using her for her powers, abusing her kindness and willingness to help. questions are constantly on her tongue, because she doesn’t know about anything and is so very curious! she’s not everyone’s cup of tea, that’s for sure – but she’ll never know unless you tell her upfront, she’s a bit oblivious at times.
gk stands for georgia katherine, so as you can imagine she’s pretty southern. her accent is thick like molasses!! her family moved here from louisiana about five years ago. it had been a tough move and she struggled for a bit, bc people aren’t always kind and the starrs aren’t necessarily well off. they’re barely pushing by, one might say.
TRENTON LEROY | chris wood | 20-25 years old
tw: child abuse, violence, mental illness
so like!! trenton is from lyon, france! he has a SLIGHT accent but its not strong anymore because he hasn’t been back to france in like ten years.
his mother and father are not married. he was born out of wedlock because his mother was his father’s mistress. the man left after the idea of trenton was even mentioned. he was a married man with hands in politics, he couldn’t afford to have this out.
so labeaux family paid off the leroy family, sending money every month to keep them quiet.
the leroy family is kind of a TRASHY family living in the countryside near lyon. it was just trenton, his mother, grandmother and uncle. a small family that lived on the checks sent by a man worlds away.
he adored his mother more than any person!! like almost an obsession!! but thats because out of that house, she was the only one to ever show him kindness. his grandmother and uncle both were quite unkind to him, blaming him for their misfortunes and taking out their stress. unfortunately, his mother left the family and ran off with a boyfriend. trenton was only seven at the time but the sense of loneliness and abandonment following her departure REALLY affected him in ways that weren’t good. and the abuse he took from other family members only pushed him further.
his father took an interest back into his life at age twelve, realizing that the boy was his only current heir. he quickly took the boy from that house and placed him into a boarding school in england to learn everything from ENGLISH itself to business and other ways of the world.
the setting wasn’t much better tbh!! he was mistreated by older kids for a while, bullied for a variety of things until he finally shot up between age 15 & 16. he really grew into his awkward limbs, a charming face to match!! it was a surprise to everyone that the awkward boy had transformed into that. trenton started to get attention he had never received before. and it delighted him. but he didn’t know how to handle it.
he began abusing his friends, girlfriends… anyone who was close to him. violence was the ONLY language he would ever be fluent in – his family made sure of that.
when he graduated, he was a shadow of the boy he once was. dark and twisted with desires that no good person should have. but still he passed it off like a charm, being the perfect son that his father had never wanted.
trenton was moved to highland springs and he lived there with his just father for a few years, learning the ways of the family business and politics.
but eventually everything got to him and he SNAPPED. the incident had him sent away once more but this time to a mental institution on the west coast. he was heavily guarded secret so no one really knew where he disappeared to. his father only claimed traveling the world.
FOX KINSLEY | matt hitt | 19-22 years old
ALCOHOLISM TW, DRUGS TW
okay so this is atticus fawkes kinsley!! he goes by fox because he hates those names and he’s bitter af towards his family right now.
his dad lost his dream job when fox was about ten or so and he took to the bottle and stayed with it. he wasn’t abusive or anything, just yelled sometimes. Mostly laid around the house, sulking. he’s attempted other jobs, but it always ends up with him fired because of a DUI or something. so that’s where fox got most of his lazy traits from
his mom is this SUPER ambitious woman who’s really great honestly but she really cares about how people view her. so witnessing her husband in the state he was in really embarrassed her?? that destroyed their relationship. she thinks pretty lowly of the man. they fought A LOT. after the man’s fourth DUI in two years, she left.
she tried to convince fox to come with her, but he refused. he didn’t like the idea of abandoning his father. they used to be really close once. :’) so she left seventeen year old fox as well and took his sister to live with her parents for a while.
fox and his father did okay for a year or so. it was a bit rough because he had to get a shitty job with shitty hours to handle the bills and stuff. because good ole dad was still just doing his thing, drinking himself silly and sleeping at the oddest hours. fox had to leave on his last year of high school, which at the time didn’t bother him. but now, he’s starting to regret that more and more.
he’s a stoner through and through. mostly just sticks to weed. he’s really sloping down that path towards harder drugs though so he wears long sleeves occasionally to cover track marks.
things started to get really shitty one late saturday night when he returned after a double at work to find the house empty. only a note from his father, detailing that he needed to find himself and work out his problems on his own, was left. it fucked him up.
the loneliness and desperation he’ll never forget. it’s been carved into his bones and burned into his skin. he’ll never forget that pain. and because of that, he’s very very bitter. he’s been going out and partying doing every drug you can imagine. trying to destroy himself for the past year. sick, unhealthy living.
he’s still working at the gas station, still manning the slushie machines even if he has no one to go home to. no one to teach him how to be an adult in the real world.
WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR:
maybe like more family members? mother/father... sister/brother??? rival family?? maybe some kind of sentient monster???? or like friends of either mal or ivan??
platonic to romantic relationships!
a partner that can put up with me and my work/lazy schedule! I’ve been dying to write and rps are just dwindling around here so they’re just not gonna cut it... but I’m determined to have this plot because I NEEEED the creative outlet.
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