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Eowyn/Faramir, 22

painstakingly continuing my spotify wrapped prompts with yet another bollywood entry from one of my favourite movies #22, "Ankhon Mein Teri" from Om Shanti Om along with you / some light has come anyway, this is my answer to the question, "was their great hobbit cacophany post-kiss on the ramparts?" but in hippie camp counselor au

Eowyn’s hospital room has a very large window that looks out into the darkened waiting room. When she wakes up from her doze, which she was partaking in for lack of anything better to do, her head is turned the other way — and so it is that the first thing she sees in front of her is Faramir.

He is sitting in her bed, right beside her in fact, absorbed in a book. He appears to be wearing borrowed pajamas. Eowyn can feel the warmth from his leg against hers. She blinks a few times to make sure she is not dreaming (not that she has had dreams about Faramir in her bed), and it is then that she is struck by the soreness in her hand and shoulder, and quite honestly much of the rest of her as well.

Oh, right. Their valiant protest in front of the EPA building. Eowyn hadn’t expected to be shoved quite so hard by that SWAT officer, but at least Merry caught it all on video. And she got a great punch in before falling with such indignity on her now very broken arm. She wonders if Merry got that on video too; it’d be useful in the event anyone tries to arrest her for assault.

A large white cast covers her whole right forearm. It isn’t particularly ugly, but it is very empty in its clean whiteness, and looking at it leaves a queer disembodied feeling in the pit of Eowyn's stomach, so she goes back to looking at Faramir.

“What are you reading?”

Of the many questions Eowyn has this is the first that comes to mind. In her general discombobulation the part of her that has lately been engrossed in figuring out Faramir's interests takes the wheel. Of course, it very often does that, but rarely to the point of causing incoherence, which Eowyn is sure she is exhibiting now.

Faramir, who had not noticed her waking, jumps in place.

“Oh! Eowyn!”

“Hullo,” says Eowyn.

“How're you feeling? Should I call for the nurse? I should call for the nurse — here, I’ll call —“

She nudges his leg with hers (this at least is still entirely operational), and that shuts him up. He presses the nurse call button anyway. Eowyn ignores this and offers a pointed look at his literature of choice.

Faramir says, “Well; a philosophy primer. Gandalf gave it to me at the beginning of camp.”

“You mean like,” Eowyn's voice is much raspier than she remembers it, “as homework?”

“No. He said I might like it.” He pauses, then adds with a conviction that might have always been there, but appears a touch more at home in his mouth now, “He was right.”

The green of the borrowed pajama shirt suits him (she is sure it is borrowed, as it is too large at the shoulders — possibly it is Aragorn’s, or even Gandalf’s) and his pants have little Smurfs on them. She stops inspecting his hospital clothes and begins inspecting his face, which is turned towards hers and very earnest about it. He has a terribly comforting face, Faramir has. The overall effect is more subdued than what she’s used to (certainly Eomer’s got a talent for looking a bit shocking), as all her family members are known for both being and looking intense. Faramir is also intense, Eowyn supposes, but in a different way. He’s intense about philosophy primers and whatever poem he’s reading. He’ll make weird faces because he’s so absorbed in it all. His fair hair and eyes are familiar, of course, but the bigness of his nose is softer, his hair browner and floppier, and his facial hair patchy and mousy. He has lovely eyes, Eowyn thinks. A bit like a doe or something.

On whole he is, at this moment, a bit mesmerizing to Eowyn, who has always liked him – and it’s a good job he showed up this summer, and not last, when she was in the throes of her Most Mortifying Unrequited Crush (named thus by Eowyn and Eomer and Merry, in mutual consultation) to date – but she’s never properly thought about it because she was too worried about starting college next year. It’s odd. That doesn’t seem nearly so frightening anymore. Only it isn’t as if Eowyn’s feeling any better about things. After all, maybe she is about to be arrested for assaulting a cop. So what if her love life is marginally less pathetic, and her future plans slightly less immediately in the hands of her deeply flawed decision-making? The next time Uncle Theoden tells her she oughtn’t worry so much about The Real World and to go get her degree so she won’t be stuck with only farming as her option, she won’t have a good argument against him; The Real World has been pretty awful so far.

Eowyn wonders if Faramir would bring his philosophy book and visit her in prison.

She decides she should ask him. Maybe knowing the answer will make her feel better. She hasn’t managed to open her mouth halfway when the door opens and a sturdy looking nurse bustles in.

“Oh, good,” says the nurse industriously. “You’re awake. Not in too much pain are we? I don’t expect so; it was a very clean break.”

“Was it,” asks Eowyn, as her pillows are righted in a bustley sort of way and a cold metal straw is stuck into her open mouth. Her question comes out a bit garbled around the straw.

“Mmm,” the nurse eyes her significantly. Her name tag reads Ioreth in blocky penmanship and includes a little hand drawn smiley face in the corner. Eowyn wonders if she has put that there to counter her extremely brusque and straightforward manner. Don’t you worry; when I’m not shoving eco-friendly straws into your mouth, I draw my own smiley faces, actually! “You’re lucky your friend splinted it so well, or it might’ve moved around on you before the EMTs arrived. Not a medic, is he?”

Eowyn can’t quite tell if her tone is impressed or disapproving.

“He’s thinking of doing herbal medicine MSF,” offers Faramir a bit lamely.

They follow the nurse’s eyes to the big windows of her hospital room, beyond which she is only now registering is a very full waiting room. It was mostly empty when Eowyn last checked, and the sight of it full makes her eyes well up at the back in a very silly and childish way. Closest to the door sits the lanky figure of Aragorn, who indeed set her broken arm and quizzed her on Twilight trivia on the way to the hospital so she wouldn’t fall asleep before being checked for a concussion. He is asleep himself now, but looking like someone does when they didn’t quite mean to doze off, slumped over sitting up with one scruffy cheek propped up against his palm. A pale-faced Frodo is tucked, sleeping more intentionally against his side, with a lumpy bit of gauze covering two of his fingers. Sitting careful guard over them (for all that they are having a friendly chat with a passing nurse and pointing animatedly to something on the familiar lavender-cased iPhone) are Arwen and Sam, who have together been wrapped once in a hospital issue blanket and a second time in Aragorn’s familiar mud-stained jacket. Eomer (whose face is a much bigger comfort than she expected) is wedged into a seat that is much too small for him and rapidly bouncing his left leg while staring determinately at the ceiling. Draped over a lone plastic chair Legolas’s cream cardigan is all that evidences him, Gimli, Merry, and Pippin (who must have taken his Super Mario backpack with him, wherever they are, as she can’t spot it); and if Eowyn listens hard enough, she can hear a man’s unfamiliar, somewhat distressed, definitely disembodied tones from further down the hallway.

While Nurse Ioreth bustles through checking her chart, Eowyn must make some kind of questioning face in Faramir’s general direction, because he says,

“Oh – that’s, um, my brother. Boromir. He came down, after – everything.” By which Eowyn, remembering it all in patchy fits and starts, realizes Faramir must mean the incident where his father flew down from upstate to loudly disown him in front of many strangers and several news reporters (Eowyn was told this all by Merry on the trip to hospital; she’d been in the midst of getting shoved for her not-entirely peaceful protesting when it happened) for squandering his potential trying to do such useless things as saving the environment, instead of securing a future for himself in this dismal and unforgiving world.

For a Very Important Businessman, Denethor seems to have an awful lot of spare time on his hands. He spent a whole half hour elbowing his way through police and news vans and a very distressed eleven year old in the shape of Pippin Took, just to yell at his son.

“Is he alright?” asks Eowyn; the voice in the hallway seems very consternated.

“Who,” says Faramir. “Boromir? Oh, yeah.” He fixes his glasses a bit, which are slipping down his nose, “It’s just that the possum finally bit Frodo, and then we lost it.”

“The collective cool, you mean,” says Eowyn.

“No,” says Nurse Ioreth, definitely disapproving this time. “The possum.”

Faramir grimaces. “It was sort of my fault. That’s why Boromir’s dealing with it — I think he’s trying to make me feel better about Dad. I really am fine though. And Legolas and Gimli took Merry and Pippin to find us all food — wouldn’t it be ironic if they wound up finding the possum instead? Funny how things work though. Everyone’s sort of come together about it so it’s really hard to feel like I'm doing something wrong, no matter what my — what anyone says. I was more worried about you than anything, and Arwen made Eomer sit outside because he kept getting up and sitting back down in here and the nurse got annoyed, so I got to come sit with you instead.”

Ioreth makes a mild tsk noise over her clipboard and Eowyn blinks. It takes all of her willpower not to blurt out You were worried about me? as if that is not the standard fare between friends – camp counselors, even.

Ioreth says, “If you need more pain medication, press the button; you should be out by the end of the day, dear,” and leaves. Eowyn and Faramir watch her, and the unexpected care she takes to close the door quietly so Aragorn and Frodo don’t startle awake, go.

“You’re okay, then,” she says, after a moment.

“Hm? Yeah, I mean – well.” He shrugs. “Dad can be a cynic if he wants. I much prefer the delusional idealism of youth.”

Faramir’s always been better at making jokes than anyone gives him credit for. Even so, Eowyn wonders if she’d count as a cynic or delusional by his count. Here she is, having mentally avoided the topic of College Next Year so determinedly all summer, insisting to herself and Uncle Theoden that she hadn’t decided a major yet because she’d rather participate in The Real World, only for that world to have immediately proven itself terrifying and she, Eowyn, unequipped to deal with it. So she is back at square one, and even less sure of herself than before.

“I’m glad,” she says, and finds she can’t look him properly in the eye but has to instead stare at her purple fingers poking out through the cast. She feels all of a sudden quite miserable, but can’t put it to words.

“It doesn’t hurt too badly, does it?”

She shrugs, like he did. “It’s a bit sore.” Like how I feel, despite how wonderful you are, she doesn’t add. It’s so sappy of her. Eomer would sigh for hours if he knew.

“We’ll get the kids to draw on it. Or Gimli. You can too, if you like.”

“Will you come visit me if I go to prison?” Eowyn asks, suddenly on the verge of tears.

“Obviously yes,” Faramir answers, quite seriously. “But Gandalf’s got all that sorted. None of us are in trouble with the law, thanks to you and Merry’s video.”

“Oh.” The realization is not as much of a relief as Eowyn expected it would be. So now she’s got to go to college next year. And actually know what she wants to do with her life. Oh indeed.

“Which is pretty good actually,” Faramir is continuing, “because I’ve decided to switch into a BA, and I don’t think I’d have been able to do that if we were going to prison.”

She is quiet for a long moment, chewing on her bottom lip. “Everything is very confusing,” she finally manages, in a whisper.

Then, in a way that makes the small breath at the back of Eowyn’s throat catch, Faramir’s free hand slips over the thin hospital bedding and cups itself over her cold and bruised fingers.

“I don't think we’ll be confused forever,” he says, just as quiet as she has been, but on purpose. “I think one day, we’ll wake up, and life will be less scary than it is right now.”

Finally Eowyn turns to look at him again. “At seventeen,” she says, and her voice is a bit watery; Faramir smiles at her. A small little smile.

“Yeah.” His voice cracks with the bit of laughter in it. “At seventeen.”

Eowyn is very unintentionally staring at his mouth. Because of the smile — and also maybe him as a person. She feels a bit of her old determination return, but with much less defensiveness and also her own little smile; she leans over the philosophy primer and their held hands, and kisses Faramir on the mouth.

Her stomach is half filled with butterflies when they are interrupted by the sound of small palms pounding against glass.

“Merry! Merry! Merry look —”

“Don’t interrupt them, Pippin!”

The crow of delight is so loud, and Eomer’s leaping to his feet so sudden, that Aragorn almost falls off his chair startling awake. Eowyn watches through the large window; their movement has made the sensors in the hallway go off, and all the lights turn on. The lights in the waiting room are yellow, like sunshine, and not the dull white of a hospital she was expecting.

“I called it! I knew! I said, Faramir’s got to go sit with her ‘cause he cares so very much, you see, and it’ll make Eowyn feel better.”

“Well Eowyn's my friend first, I’m the one who told you she needed to feel better —“

“Both of you pipe down, as if the rest of us didn’t care —“

“I have a sixth sense, you know. It’s very well tuned to romance and such. Remember Gandalf’s rule about only platonic activities in the break room, on account of what I walked into on our first week of camp –”

“Pippin, I am once again begging you to stop talking.”

“Faramir! Faramir can you hear me! Is she alright, then? We got you Mexican food from the cafeteria. Well, Gimli’s the one who paid for it, but we carried over the tortilla chips –”

And by the time the door is flung open Eowyn and Faramir pounced upon by overexcited tweenagers, she is properly laughing.

#my writing #lord of the rings #eowyn #faramir #eowyn x faramir #farawyn #return of the king #merry brandybuck #pippin took #aragorn #hes there in houses of healing spirit

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manawari · 9 months

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ARISE Q&A (pt2)

Due to the massive views of the first Q&A, the production decided to do another live stream once the band's current schedule is cleared up. So by the time Saturday hits, the team sets up the platform and commences the live stream. There are already past 3k people waiting and the numbers keep growing when the boys appear. Today's setting is a couch with a bunch of pillows. The members wear casual clothes this time, and to the audience's surprise, Jong-in has decided to wear a white cardigan instead of a suit. Turns out, the boys have slept late and didn't have time to choose outfits and just grabbed the first thing they saw in their wardrobes.

[ Welcome to the second part of getting to know ARISE! First, how is everyone doing? Looks like you guys had a lot of fun last night. ]

LTG: heck yeah! We watched a lot of movies and played video games.

BYH: however, the reason why we took so long is that neither Byung-gyu and Jin-woo wants to lose. Those two are gaming fanatics!

SJW: to be fair, I was winning. Byung-gyu just decided to cheat.

MBG: that's called being smart, dumbass.

SJW: the technique you used doesn't even exist!

MBG: nah, dude. You're just bitter.

CJI: can we start the questions? I don't want to witness a puppy fight in here.

[ to all— have any of you considered dying your hair a different color? ]

CJI: nope.

BYH: yeah. It was white and just like the ones you see in music videos. As awesome it looks, especially when the effects made it glow, I like my orange hair color better.

SJW: I'm good with my black hair.

LTG: sheesh, emo! Anyways, I tried to dye my hair light brown when I was in college. Needless to say, I looked like an American and never did it again.

MBG: I did. Although it's just the tips of my hair.

LTG: ohhh what color did you use?

MBG: green.

CJI: do you have a picture of it?

MBG: heck no. Why would I show it to you guys?

[ to all— who writes songs in the group? ]

CJI: well, when we were just newbies in the industry, we had this small group of people who write songs for us. Then we practiced singing the lyrics before they went to the final draft.

LTG: yeah until they got fired.

CJI: yep, they got fired.

[ oh no, what happened? ]

CJI: what happened? Our manager caught them attempting to steal lyrics from others, including the ones from the 70s, and in their defense, they were running out of ideas, but Mr. Woo didn't accept their reasons because it was still plagiarism and kicked them out.

BYH: and that was when Byung-gyu came in.

LTG: hyung came up to our manager and handed him the lyrics he had written by himself. Mr. Woo couldn't be happier.

SJW: to sum up the answers, Byung-gyu writes most of our songs. And sometimes, if he's a bit busy, Mr. Woo calls for some backup songwriters and had Byung-gyu to revise it if he wanted.

LTG: now thanks to Byung-gyu, the band freaking took another genre.

MBG: I thought you liked it?

LTG: dude, you wrote a lot of love songs and my single ass couldn't handle singing to a relationship I never had.

SJW: you even cried in the end.

LTG: I freaking cried in the end!

[ to Choi Jong-in— why do you like fire so much? ]

CJI: hm, I don't know. But the first time I felt an affinity toward it was when I got fascinated by the fireworks that my mom had to pull me away from getting burned. And oh! I used to have a habit of burning ants with a lighter and sometimes with a magnifying glass and a leaf when I was a kid.

The rest: . . .

BYH: who allowed you to touch a lighter?

LTG: who allowed a kid to commit massacre on ants?

SJW: when I was kid, I only watched ants on the pavement. Are you a psycho?

MBG: you sound terrifying as a child.

CJI: well, what can I say? I like fire.

LTG: I'm not surprised if you're going to do arson one day.

[ to all— what is your favorite song? ]

BYH: Whatever it takes by Imagine Dragons.

LTG: Wolf's Song by MOONBOW.

CJI: I will break you down by Nam Hye-seung and Jeon Jeong-hoon.

MBG: Fly up by Hwang Chang Young. Or maybe "Eyes Open" by Taylor Swift. . .

LTG: *gasp* KOREAN TAYLOR SWIFT!

MBG: quit calling me that already.

SJW: Echo by The Boyz.

[ to Baek Yoon-ho— where did the "whitetigerking47" username came from? ]

LTG: *snorts*

BYH: nothing interesting about it. I just chose it because white tigers are my favorite animal and 47 is my father and mother's birthdates. Why did I include the word 'king' in it? Well, because I am.

CJI: wrong. You're a peasant.

BYH: shut up.

[ to all— when did Choi Jong-in and Baek Yoon-ho start dating? ]

CJI: WHAT?!

LTG, SJW, & MBG: *burst out laughing*

BYH: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE ARE DATING?!

CJI: FOOLS! I WILL NEVER DATE THIS SKUNK!

BYH: DID YOU JUST CALL ME SKUNK?!

MBG: oh my! The couple is arguing!

LTG: guys, we are live. Save the quarrel in the bedroom.

CJI & BYH: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

SJW: you know, my mom and dad often said the same words together when they were dating. Even now.

BYH: please leave your parents out of this. . .

[ to all— apart from Choi Jong-in and Baek Yoon-ho, who else is in a relationship? ]

CJI: we are not together, for the love of God!

BYH: this is so sickening.

LTG: not me! I have been single since birth.

SJW: same.

CJI: what do you mean same? Didn't you sneak out of rehearsal just to watch Cha Hae-in's competition?

SJW: I promised her that I would be there, dumbass.

BYH: what about that one time I caught you teaching her how to dance to some song when you two were at the studio alone?

[ Jin-woo and Cha Hae-in danced together?! ]

BYH: yeah, and since Jin-woo didn't post it, I guess the video is in his gallery.

[ how sweet! ]

SJW: THAT DOESN'T MEAN SOMETHING ELSE! WE ARE FRIENDS AND THAT'S IT!

CJI: *scoffs* oh re—

SJW: *points at Byung-gyu* ask him this time! He's the one being suspicious out of all of us!

MBG: huh?!

LTG: right! Spit it out, boy!

MBG: what?!

SJW: oh please, remember when you started writing love songs? Yeah, that was when you came home from Gyeongsang!

CJI: *snaps fingers* I knew it!

MBG: bruh. . .

BYH: hyung, we are waiting.

MBG: nope! Not revealing it!

LTG: so you ARE in a relationship.

MBG: I'd rather go on a date our manager than say it.

SJW: who said you can claim our manager?

[ to all— what will happen if Mr. Woo takes a vacation? ]

BYH: as if that man is going to take a vacation. But if he does, I guess I'll have plenty of days off.

CJI: I think we can survive without him.

LTG: if Mr. Woo takes a vacation, I don't want to be a damn babysitter to you-know-who.

MBG: if he takes a vacation, then he must take Jin-woo.

SJW: stop treating me like a kid! I can handle myself! If anything, I'd support Mr. Woo because he deserves to rest after all the work he's been doing.

CJI: you're only supporting the idea is so that you can do whatever you want without anyone yelling at you.

SJW: touché.

[ to all— how does it feel to be less popular than your manager? ]

LTG: *places hand on his chest in faux heartbreak* it's painful!

MBG: I'm fine with it, actually. It is not surprising how fans are crazier toward Mr. Woo than the rest of us.

BYH: *scoffs* don't humble yourself, Byung-gyu. We know that you once wrote a song about it when the audience cheered louder when Mr. Woo was hosting one of our concerts.

[ Min Byung-gyu wrote a song dedicated to Woo Jin-chul?? ]

BYH: yeah! It's more like a bitter poem for him.

LTG: now that's some level of pettiness.

MBG: no it's not!!

SJW: I'm with Tae-gyu on this one. My own sister literally favors him more than me and you know what's more painful? She has photos of him that she printed on her own!

LTG: did she have at least one photo of you, though?

SJW: no! She said that she sees me all the time anyway.

The rest: *gasp*

CJI: the utter betrayal. . .

BYH: so Jin-woo isn't okay with it, and for me, I don't necessarily mind it. Mr. Woo has been around in the industry earlier and more than I do.

CJI: I could care less. It doesn't matter to me if the manager has more popularity than the band itself. I sing, I perform, that's it.

LTG: is it me or do Yoon-ho and Jong-in sound more matured than the three of us?

SJW: clearly, they don't have a little sister.

MBG: it's because they're in sync, like a cou—

BYH & CJI: next question!!!

[ to all— have you stolen anything from the set? ]

LTG: my first bow and arrow! Even though I have another, I still keep it somewhere in my room.

CJI: that velvet coat. I heard that the designers are going to keep it, but I didn't let go of the opportunity to claim it, so in that way, I wouldn't have to waste money to buy one.

BYH: in the last day of shooting, I stole that black mane I wore as a costume and I've been using it as a pillow ever since.

MBG: I'm not interested in props that much, but the only thing I brought with me was that random water bottle with messy doodles. I wasn't sure if it was a prop, but I just took it because I was the only one who hadn't taken anything.

LTG: dude, that must've belonged to the music video's director.

MBG: oh crap.

SJW: hmm. . . I have that crystal ball, a dagger, that goblin's head, the black ant figurine, the mace Byung-gyu used during filming and didn't want to take home, and. . . Oh! That ugly-looking statue too.

CJI: you took that all?

BYH: shhhh! There is an unspoken rule between us to never ask the reasons behind the props we take home, remember?

[ to all— who has the best and worst relationship with Mr. Woo Jin-chul? ]

CJI: damn, this is quite hard. . . I mean, all of us had made our manager's blood boil at some point.

BYH: but we know who has the worst relationship with Mr. Woo.

MBG: he's the youngest member.

LTG: and the one who just got Mr. Woo mad this morning and had drunken three cups of coffee to cope with it.

SJW: no need to drop hints. I know it's me.

CJI: good to know—

SJW: and I'm proud!

The rest: . . .

MBG: I'm taking the spot of having the best relationship with Mr. Woo to complete the answers.

SJW: *throws a pillow at Byung-gyu* you can't!

[ to Lim Tae-gyu— who do you like collaborating the most out of the group? ]

LTG: hmm. . . I'm stuck between Byung-gyu and Jin-woo since I collab with them the most. I mean, Byung-gyu is great with the guitar, his voice is perfect for acoustics, but the bad part of it? He chooses to cover love songs whenever it's his turn to pick.

MBG: what's with choosing love songs??

CJI: he's bitter that he's still single. Understand him.

MBG: *scoffs* then that's not my problem.

LTG: jerk. Anyways, what I like about collaborating with Jin-woo is that. . . Well, I guess I like singing with him in general.

BYH: so. . . Your official answer is Jin-woo?

LTG: yep.

MBG: I— don't tell me you mentioned my name just to spite me.

LTG: hey! At least I said good things about you!

SJW: I'll bet you 100 Won that he's going to cry in his room after this!

[ to Choi Jong-in— how bad is your eyesight without your glasses? ]

CJI: I'd say mid. I can't see things from the distance which is why I have to wear contacts during performances sometimes.

LTG: funny story! When Jin-woo hid his contact lens, Jong-in walked around the studio and every time he saw some person with black hair, he cursed at them because he thought it was Sung.

SJW: I had a good laugh at that!

CJI: it's your fault! I had to lower my pride and apologize to each of them!

SJW: it's satisfying to see you say sorry to people.

CJI: you—

[ to Choi Jong-in and Baek Yoon-ho— what do you two like about each other? ]

BYH: BRUH.

CJI: NOT AGAIN.

BYH: there's no way I'm answering that! Hell no!

MBG: we won't move to the next question if you two don't answer this.

LTG: come on~~ think of it as bro to bro!

SJW: bromance!

LTG: yes! Bromance!

CJI: I'm gonna puke. . .

MBG: hey! No dramatic antics here!

LTG: if you answer this, we'll buy you anything you want!

SJW: you're making a risky quid pro quo, but I'm in!

BYH: *sighs*

CJI: *nudges his glasses*

BYH & CJI: *look at each other*

BYH: damn, I don't know what I like about you. But for the sake of moving to the next question, fine! I like that you're always ready to defend us from haters.

CJI: I like the way you rap.

LTG: *giggles*

BYH: I like that you keep looking professional on camera.

CJI: I like how you work out.

BYH: I like that you look after our group whenever our manager is not available.

CJI: I like your taste in alcohol.

MBG: ohohoho!

SJW: this is too good!

BYH: I like that you let me burrow your cologne sometimes.

CJI: I like how you make omelettes.

BYH: you always make sure to look inferior to others.

CJI: I like that you make kids comfortable around you.

BYH: I— wait, is this over now?

LTG: *covers his face with a pillow and screams*

MBG: I'm so gonna watch this stream just to repeat this part!

SJW: I never thought I would be too invested in this. . . Oh, look! Some of the production team have gone crazy.

[ to all— what's your ideal date? ]

LTG: ideal date? Well, I've always wanted to watch a sports competition with someone.

CJI: I'd rather go to the movies and eat in some restaurant.

BYH: I don't have an exact preference. But I guess as long as I'm with this person, I'm good.

MBG: I'd like to go for something simple. Even though I'm famous, I prefer to be simple and cheap because my halmeoni taught me that it's not just about the efforts that makes a date great, but the amount of love you put into it. My hometown has plenty of beautiful places, so it's perfect, and there is something about them that makes it special for someone who is equally special.

SJW: my ideal date is not entirely big, just places like amusement parks are enough and perhaps even at home where I'll be the one to cook instead of going out. I also like the idea of watching the stars with someone.

LTG, CJI, & BYH: . . .

LTG: did you just call me worthless in different languages?

BYH: Jin-woo went from being the least person to be romantic to being the most romantic real quick.

CJI: I can't tell if you two have done this already or these just your plans.

SJW: obviously plans. I'm not sure about Byung-gyu.

MBG: HAHAHA no.

LTG: fine, guess I'll just have to ask Park Hee-jin. Didn't she come from the same town as you?

MBG: jokes on you, she doesn't know either!

LTG: MS. PARK HEE-JIN IF YOU'RE WATCHING THIS TEXT ME QUICKLY!

BYH: YOO JIN-HO I KNOW YOU'RE WATCHING SO IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT JIN-WOO'S MYSTERY LADY SPILL IT!

SJW: I don't have a "mystery lady" so get over it.

[ to Min Byung-gyu— if Woo Jin-chul is part of ARISE, what role will he have? ]

MBG: based on his level of popularity, I'd say he's the leader of ARISE. No further elaboration needed. Plus, I think he will rap better than Jong-in and Yoon-ho if he adds some tune to his rants.

BYH: hey!

CJI: how offensive.

MBG: and probably dances better than Jin-woo if he puts his instructions into demos.

SJW: excuse me?!

MBG: and if given a chance, his acapellas will sound better than Tae-gyu.

LTG: *hits Byung-gyu with a pillow*

[ to all— IS THE MANAGER SINGLE? (Yes, this is typed in all caps). ]

BYH: do you think this man is in a relationship? He's way too committed with work.

CJI: if he's single, then that person just hits his high standards. And I don't even know what his standards are.

LTG: he's single and unavailable, ladies and gentlemen.

SJW: he's not ready for a relationship, I think.

LTG: that's because he's way too focused on keeping an eye on you.

SJW: that's on him, not mine.

MBG: I feel like he loves the band way too much to even date. Actually, I like that for him.

SJW: you want to see our manager suffer? Shame on you.

MBG: says the guy who's the 87% of his headaches.

SJW: at least I keep him from doing paperwork all the time.

MBG: you're doing it wrong. Mr. Woo doesn't mind looking after Coco and he's content with it.

SJW: I can't believe you're using your dog.

MBG: at least he's happy unlike you—

SJW: *throws a pillow at Byung-gyu*

[ to all— who comes to your rehearsals? Is it family? Friends? Or do they not come at all? ]

CJI: nope. I doubt that my dad even watches my performances, let alone see his son, but I elect not to care about it. However, my friend from Germany often made sure to stop by the rehearsals whenever he's in the country. Shout out to you, Lennart!

BYH: my family lives outside of the country so. . . But they do watch the concerts and music videos on YouTube.

MBG: same answer as Yoon-ho, but my grandma is the one who keeps track of my performances and even made her friends get into it.

LTG: my family sometimes stops by and needless to say, they criticize me quicker than my own manager. "Tae-gyu! Look at your bandmates! Why are yours different?" "Tae-gyu! Easy on your vocals otherwise you'll shatter the mirrors!"

SJW: my sister stops by the studio after school sometimes. Not just to see me, but to see Woo Jin-chul and shrugs off my existence.

BYH: poor you.

SJW: at least my mom and dad pay more attention to me, so I'm satisfied.

MBG: Mrs. Sung is the best! She always bring food for the five of us and is one of the most loving people I've ever known. She reminds me of my mom too.

SJW: don't you dare steal my mother, Min.

MBG: heh.

[ to Sung Jin-woo— what is your favorite chocolate? ]

SJW: anything. Dark chocolate, regular chocolate, even white chocolate, but all except mint chocolate.

LTG: mint chocolate is good.

SJW: ew, get away from me.

LTG: what? It's good!

SJW: it takes like toothpaste!

LTG: it's MINT! And every mint makes one's breath fresh.

SJW: then why does your breath smells so bad?

LTG: you take that back—

The rest: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

BYH: Jin-woo chose violence!

CJI: I'm telling your mother that you are bullying your second family.

[ to Min Byung-gyu— how much food does Coco eat per day? ]

MBG: three times. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

LTG: whaattt?? You don't give him treats?

MBG: I do every time he does a trick, but not too much. I don't want him to be spoiled until he becomes overweight when he needs to do his exercises in the morning

SJW: what if one of us did feed him past his schedule?

MBG: well, did you?

The rest: . . .

MBG: well??

BYH: he has those cute puppy eyes while holding his bowl! I can't resist it!

LTG: you know that Coco is an angel! And every angel deserves to be loved!

CJI: it was one time, I swear. I promised that I will give him more treats if he lets me dress him with a costume.

SJW: what kind of human who won't spoil this dog? He's everyone's stress relief. He needs his own salary.

MBG: Coco is never like that when we were living in Gyeongsang! Now I know why he's becoming lazy unless he smells food. . . IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!

BYH: why blame us? We are just being kind uncles to him!

MBG: uncles?!

CJI: be thankful. Coco is now living his best life.

SJW: Jin-chul even fed him chicken when you were out last week, by the way.

MBG: THE BETRAYAL!

LTG: geez, Coco has such a strict dad. He needs a sweet mom.

MBG: shut up!

[ okay, before our lovely Min Byung-gyu unleashes his beast mode on his friends, let's end the streaming here! I hope you fans enjoyed this Q&A! Any messages in this live? ]

BYH: as much as I love you fans, quit sending questions about me and Jong-in. We are not in a relationship.

CJI: Yoon-ho will never be my type, so bear that in mind.

LTG: Hee-jin, I'll be waiting for your text! Jin-ho, you too. It's time to solve the biggest mystery in ARISE.

MBG: *rolls his eyes at Tae-gyu* anyways, thank you for watching, that is all.

SJW: keep sending questions about Yoon-ho and Jong-in! I'd rather answer those than the questions about Woo Jin-chul!

[ end stream. ]

#choibaek questions jin-woo and byung-gyu fighting over jin-chul and tae-gyu is happy to be there with his single status #i'm crying byung-gyu got hit by a pillow three times #solo leveling #sung jin woo #min byung gyu #lim tae gyu #baek yoon ho #choi jong in #solo leveling boyband au: arise

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EAH Dorm Headcanons pt 20

Gus & Northwind

One’s a lost traveler with a taste for candy and the other’s a snow for brains ex- criminal.

Gus and Northwind have a lot in common: both are bad boys (not in the traditional way) and lackeys to their female relatives. I honestly think they would get along pretty well as roommates and vent about how they are sidekicks and how they don't get much respect. The only time they argue is when sweets are involved but get over it very quickly.

Gus's side of the dorm:

Gus is the future Gretal, and he has a rep around the school for his sweet tooths and lies. The Crumb cousins are Headmaster Grimm’s lackeys and will worship him to levels even Apple White won’t cross. When, the cousins aren’t following the headmaster you can find them antagonizing students with evil destinies (Raven & Ginger) or stuffing their faces with sweets.

I can see the decor on Gus’s side of the dorm similar to gingerbread house (heck, might even be made of gingerbread), with candy and pastry themed furniture that lean heavily on the pastel color scheme.

Gus has a wall of canisters filled with candy. Helga makes it clear that no one is allowed to h candy except for Helga and Northwind. Helga mainly takes most of it while Northwind will trade for use of his hot chocolate maker.

With how much Gus pulls on his eyes I can see him having a collection of mud masks on his vanity to avoid wrinkles.

Gus has a mini fridge store his candy and other sweets.

He uses the floorboards to hide snacks and has many hiding places on his side of the dorm.

In the books Helga and Gus had green in their color scheme and hiking boots before they appeared in the show. So, there are hints of green in the furniture and a huge hiking boot collection.

Northwind's side of the dorm:

Northwind is a snow elf who spent his days along with his sister, Jackie, working at a snowflake factory that was extremely boring for the two. The two tried to take over the kingdom in 'Epic Winter' only to fail. Sometime later the two were given a second chance (like Courtly) to either continue being prisoners at The Top of the World or attend Ever After High School and do community service there (they picked the latter). At first, Northwind was hesitant to attend Ever After High School and being separated from his sister. Overtime, Northwind embraced his new school and decided to complete his community service at school. Northwind was the Jackie decided to stay at Ever After High School.

Northwind has great pride in his culture, so he wears traditional 'The Top of the World' clothing and brings trinkets to remind him of home.

Northwind's room is a mix of furniture from home and throne furnishing as a way to experiment with his new surroundings.

With how chill Northwind is I can see him with a hammock instead of a bed.

Northwind is very clumsy, so Jackie put a bunch of babyproof things in his room to both protect him and because she gets a kick out of it! When Jackie found out Northwind got a hammock instead of a regular bed she made sure the bottom of it was lined with mats and pillows.

Seeing how sporty his outfit is, I can see Northwind being into Winter sports like snowboarding, skiing, bobsledding, and etc. so he keeps sports equipment in his dorm.

Due to their ability to transform into animals the twins don’t have pets, but if they did it would be penguins (because they look like tiny butlers).

Northwind owns a coffee/ hot chocolate machine that he keeps in his dorm, he'll let Gus use it in exchange for some candy.

#my art #ever after high #eah #everafterhigh #ever after royal #ever after rebel #gus crumb #northwind frost #dorm room

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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Hi and sorry I spam you with unnecessary asks all the time!

My actual question this time is about Manner of Death and if there is anything about the show that you picked up on, such as its colours or cinematography.

Cheers, A most unobservant viewer

@sliceduplife -

You catch shared locations in your side hustle, so you are VERY observant!

I love you tagging me, asking me questions, and sharing your delight about random tidbits! It's not spam; it's my love language.

Don't ever apologize to me, especially for a MaxTul related question.

You already know I stay on my bullshit, so this is going to be a lengthy response.

Manner of Death? Colors!

I'm going to be honest, when it comes to a MaxTul show, I focus on other elements.

Their shows have so many other distractions.

My brain, watching a MaxTul show, while I'm trying to examine the colors:

But my brain is a powerful weapon, so even when I'm drowning in MaxTul's chemistry, I still notice the other aspects I love:

Colors

Bun and Tan are color-colored boys in love. The poster tells us.

Dr. Bun is a Blue Boy (stable, sincere, intelligent).

Tan is a Black Brooder (protective, mysterious, arrogant).

Then, we have the mini Bun and Tan - Sorn and That. Sorn is a Blue Boy and That is a Black Brooder. Even their bikes matched their colors.

Tan and Bun did wear other colors (dark greens, browns and some reddish browns as neutrals), but stuck well to their colors (pictures throughout). Even in the cameo on Triage, they were color-coded.

When Bun moved into Tan's house, Tan quickly picked up Bun's blue.

And they switched them often.

Tan sent his Black Brooder mini, That, to protect Bun. We see That had already fallen for Sorn from his blue clothing choice. That wore blue a lot after Sorn helped him.

When Tan proposed to Bun, he wore blue while his kidnapping squad wore black (picture is later), and in the end, they were both together in white (marriage!).

Barriers

Lighting was used often for showing secrets (darkness) and honesty (light), and barriers were also used in a similar way.

When Bun kissed Tan in the club, he was drunk; however, BOTH of them remembered the kiss and the light spotlighting them in a dark space showcases that. Between Us did something similar with Win and Team during their first kiss and continued it throughout the show.

While subtly discussing the kiss, a barrier formed between them because both were talking around the kiss rather than directly stating they remembered it. However, Tan was tip-toeing the line and continued to get closer to Bun with each statement he made.

After that, the barriers between them always popped up when Bun was suspicious of Tan (notice the blues and blacks):

BUT (and this is what I find interesting about the two directors), the camera moves often in this show. Instead of staying still during a shot, the camera slowly moved (panned), so the barriers between them dissolved. Normally, if a camera moves (pans), barriers EMERGE not disappear.

This happened with That and Sorn as well. (I wish I had time for GIFs!)

But Manner of Death showed that although Tan and That were being secretive, it was not a barrier. Even when the barriers didn't disappear (into the Blue Boy), the Blue Boy crossed it or forced the other to cross it. Bun and Sorn truly trusted their mysterious mafia boyfriends even when they didn't have a good reason to! That's the loyalty of a Blue Boy boyfriend.

Each time Bun tried to learn a little more about Tan, they had a tree (life) cut between them.

But in the end, they joined together (Tan in blue and Bun in gray) in front of a tree to commit their lives to each other.

Although the barriers between the boys disappeared or they crossed them, the places the camera stayed still and the barriers stuck were telling to the plot.

If Rung was there, so was a barrier. When she spoke to her sister, there was usually a barrier. Also, when Inspector M told Bun he was dropping the case, a static barrier appeared.

Random

Tan is shown several times in the first episodes (before the reveal of who his family is and why they treat him the way they do) looking up to a person or at the bottom of stairs while the the other person is higher.

Bun had to borrow clothes from Dr. Oat, and the shirt he had to wear says "Single, Please Flirt" which is why all the women were smiling at him and giving him their numbers.

I could write all day about this show, but I have a picture limit, so know that cinematographer Kuea Napon Tippanya earned that paycheck. Also note that Kuea will be the cinematographer for the upcoming Tonnam and Title series Wish You Luck.

Wish You Luck's teaser had several outdoor shots, so if you liked the outdoor and exterior shots in Manner of Death, which I personally thought were well done, I think Kuea will do the beauty of Thailand justice. Kuea's other shows also focused heavily on the environment being incorporated into the narrative, so I'm tuning in to Wish You Luck not just for the leads, but for the cinematography and the landscapes.

And because I can never not ask these questions - WHERE ARE MY MURDER MYSTERY HUSBANDS?! WHERE IS TRANSPLANT? WHEN WILL I SEE THEM AGAIN?!

WHEN?!

#Manner of Death #MaxTul #Tan x Bun #color coded boys #the colors mean things #the cinematography #Blue Boy x Black Brooder #They even have minis #Wish You Luck has the same cinematographer #Where is Transplant?!#Where are my murder mystery husbands?!#I MISS THEM!

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This is an imagen of María of Aragón, Queen of Portugal, from the Tríptico de Nuestra Señora de la Misericordia, Jan Provost, c. 1515.

I presume you wish to hear my thoughts about this painting, since no question was written.

Despite Jan Provoost never provenly leaving Low Countries, surprisingly not so small amount of his art are on Iberian peninsula.

Some of them provenly there since not long after their making, presumably comissioned directly. Not really sure how that comission process exactly worked.

Probably the best quality photos I could find of it are from this webpage.

Which also sheds bit of light about its history.

This painting is believed to be comissioned by Nuno Fernandes Cardoso and his wife Leonor Dias in 1511 when they had ordered construction of Chapel called la Capilla de San Juan de Letrán including the triptych for its altar. Thus it is presumed the painting was comissioned between years 1512-1515, not long after.

I have some issues regarding the royals within.

Number 1 all photos ignore the fifth presumed member of royal family-The girl in red dress on right.

(and fact two more figures are partially hiden behind the altar.)

It is believed by some that from left to right these are Manuel I, Maria of Aragon-his wife, Isabella of Portugal-his eldest daughter, Eleanor of Viseu(Dowager Queen of Portugal-wife of his predecessor) and Beatrice of Portugal-his younger daughter.

Not sure about costumes of everybody, but presumed daughters are dressed in Netherlandish outfits.

While i cannot rule out he was sent some sketches, the faces of these women are consistent with generic figures from other paintings by same artist. With designs which he was reusing.

Thus even if identification as royals is correct, it is not likely for it to be true likeness. (However in some cases, the artists were chosen because their already existing work reminded people of their loved ones. )

But the question on my mind seeing this triptych is-Where the heck are his sons? The painting is believed to be made in betwen 1512-1515.

By this point Manuel and Maria had 3 daughters and 5 boys. People were sexist back then, so idea King Manuel got depicted with wifey and daughters only is cute...but unrealistic.

While we have 7 male figures on left, one is pope(on right), one is old man, then there is monk(infante Henry was cardinal), and 4 more figures, not all of them even showing full face. They are not at front, but at back. Like is it symbolical...or were those boys not important?

Secondly, why would every royal except Manuel be depicted in clothes better fitted for somebody of lesser status?

Another depiction of the same royal family by Netherlandish artist Colijn de Coter is called Fons Vitae, and there despite outfits being netherlandish at least they were what we would expect from depiction of royalty.

Ermine, cloth of gold, crimson also popular with plenty of royals. But here only Manuel wears such suptuous robes.

(the other male with fur-that is not ermine, they specifically sewn those so that the tails appeared regularly.)

Thus i fear, it might be the case that Manuel is the sole royal depicted.

And that we have pope and king in central positions beneath Virgin Mary and people on sides will be the patrons and the family.

Possibly people who had the painting comissioned. Which would mean the grey-haired man in red and black is ment to represent Nuno Fernandes Cardoso(with his male relatives behind him).

And his wife Leonor Dias, is represented by either the woman in green or the woman in black with white headwear-which is also positioned probably the most at front(with the female relatives behind her.)

Thus in my opinion it could be the case of wrong identification, based upon proximity to the figure of the king and the fact the woman has golden hair (or at least i think she might have) and ribbon on upper part of forehead is bit similiar to how cofia the tranzado was worn with ribbon across forehead.

But even if i was wrong about this female not being ment to represent Maria, the face matches rest of generic saints by this artist. (for example the one on left)

Sorry. This is pretty face, but likely not Maria's.

#maria of aragon #historical portraits

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lottachaos · 5 months

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MY BLORBOS (MY MAIN THING YEEHAW)

I have made picrews of my Blorbos I would post art but my sketchbook is in a different room and I am lazy

Veryn, the main one, who is also my persona:

Matthew who is Veryn’s boyfwend:

Hes really tan but I can’t always make him seem that way

anyways gonna rant now

veryn is a gremlin who is a lot like me in real life but more my my ideal version of myself. He is high energy and chaotic and loud but he can be serious when he needs to be. He has chronic RBF (Resting Bedroomeyes Face)

Matthew is chill and quiet and worries and lot and does this cute little worries gentle smile that veryn freaking falls for. He seems like he doesn’t do any chaos crap but then he goes and does some wild thing and you realize why veryn fell in love with him. He is covered in scars bc of various stuff he accidentally got involved with.

veryn lives half in the woods and half in an appartement. He has wings. Sometimes he has horns and these dark on his face and shoulders but that only appears when he’s in very stressful situations.

Matthew lives in an appartement with his sister who is named Katie and has a job or goes to college, I haven’t decided which yet

they are both in their young twenties, no more that 24.

Matthew somehow gets some sort of forestry Wiley thing like veryn has but idk how. All I know is that he gets this long whipping tail with a tuft at the end which is the thing in the back of one of the picrews of him.

Matthew is covered in scars bc veryn is in the middle of this big situation where he’s fighting against these magical eldritch entities and Matthew at one point finds him in the woods fighting them and tries to help and then gets beaten up and bitten by magical snakes and almost dies. That is where most of his scars come from (he has a scar that looks like a dinsosaur on his left side just beneath his rib cage. It’s called the dinoscar) but some various other events give him lil other scars

Veryn is much better at defending himself because he has been having to fight for much longer and so does t have as many obvious scars. He does have on long one on his neck because enemies tries to slice it at one point but he lived.

Matthew usually wears a black turtleneck and this tan cardigan looking jacket. Some of the picrews I used didn’t have that option so I had to make due.

Veryn usually wears a bright green shirt about the color of the “Draft saved!” Pop up that happens in tumblr when you take ages to write a post. Then he wears a brown jacket on top and black or brown pants and some brown boots. He basically dresses kinda like a redneck but when you see the clothes on him you cannot see anything but skinny gay forest being.

Oh yeah Veryn’s wings look like the brown variant of a tawny Eagle. Basically. Except a little more brown and a little less white and dots/stripes.

I stayed up till one am last night writing a (rather spicy) fic for them. I will share SOME of it here in a different post. I will also show some art of these two in a different post. Stay tuned, anyone who’s interested!! Eventually I will probably make some sort of book or smth about these two. Yes Ik I use tropes and it’s not super realistic in a lot of ways but I understand that and I don’t really care because I’m just making the story to be however its best to me and cringe culture is dead .

CRINGE IS TEMPORARY BLORBO IS FOREVER!!

Anyways, there you have it. I’ll post more later. I’m so excited I’ve finally put info about them all in one place bc I rlly needed to do that. k bye

#Verthew #Veryn #Matthew #my blorbos #Cedblorbos #Hehehe

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dreamtydraw · 1 year

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please talk to us about your ocs 💕💗💕💗💕

I am currently praying this post dosen't get eatean by tumblr because this is the third time i'm writting it ╭( ๐_๐)╮

First of all i want to thanks you guys for genuinly asking because i really didn't tought it would interest ppl as i am never sure, so once again, thanks you for asking ♡

Euhm euhm....

☆SYMBOLISM OF MY OUR LIFE MC☆

Nda : english is not my first language so i excuse myself in advance for possible typos.

Second nda : because this post is already long enough, Valentin is getting a separated post about her design.

Before starting the analysis there are informations that needs to be given first! When creating my mc I only had a summary of the game: for example, didn't know who Lizzie would be but chose my me to look similar to her by accident, making them looks even more like siblings.

Cerise name was chosen because I wanted her to have a name/appearance fruit inspired, choosing the French translation of Cherry as her name and a mandarine based design. Her last name ( fourth ) comes from the fact that every time I replayed the game I updated her last name to make it easier to differentiated my saves, the fourth run being my favorite. She doesn't have any specific ethnicity and her color palette was chosen to fit in the summer aesthetic, but also an autumn palette aesthetic.

The autumn colors are more present during stressful periods (end of high school, start of step 4) mainly because of the start of adulthood and leaving sunset bird.

Patterns usually associated with Cerise are fruits patern, dots, and ribbons. Cerise also has a very visible scar on her face (the backstory of the scar here) this scar is in the middle of her forehead, it's massive and one of the first features of her you can see, this is im portant for her character.

Now last important info before going on analysis step by step : Cerise was written as a nonverbal autistic child, this and other little details of mannerisms make her a very closeted person. Her character evolve with time, but through the shaping of it, her looks change too.

In step 1 Cerise only had her scar for a year now. She's scared of interacting with people and her prominent feature drowns too much attention into her, so she does what every 8 year old kid think is best; hide it.

Cerise's face is always covered with her hair. It's messy and nonpractical but showing her bareface is too much for her, the idea of people looking at her is just too scary for her.

She usually wears shift dresses because the loose fabric is comfortable and feels right.

She also wear platform sandal, she likes to feel tall and be the same height as her big sister.

The dominant color of her childhood clothes is green, white, and blue. Those color are chosen because little cerise likes her town, she likes the sky, the hill and the ocean.

As time passed by, Cerise now having a friend ( no siloh did not pass the friendship test, Cove is her first friend ), she feels less self conscious about her face. As she grew up she felt less scared and gained bit of self confidence.

But growing up means, Cerise entered middle school, and here started her complicated relathionship with school. Between the terrible stress of work being very hard for her and everyone not being little kid anymore, many thing changed and so did she.

In step 2, influenced by all the people around her, Cerise wants to look pretty and tries to put more effort into her appearance. As she never cut her hair they are very long so she starts by that: trying different hairstyles, her most common one is the side braid ponytail. She's still scared but she's not a kid anymore, Cerise is now able to go out her face not covered.

Now older she was allowed get her ears pierced and so she did.

Growing up she chose yellow as her favorite color because "it has a positive vibe" but secretly it was also because it reminded her of her sister.

Her wardrobe was filled with pretty clothe, ribbons, pretty cutted shirt and flowers patern. Although she intended to wear pretty clothes the types stayed the same : practical shorts and shirt.

She tries to be more feminine with little details like nail polish, hair accessories to look nice.

At the age of 13 years old, Cerise started having a noticeable chest and she hated it. Every clothes she felt too revealing was never wore again, everything that brang attention to her body was hided: tank top got banned from her wardrobe.

Fun fact : she ended up getting a sport shirt because it reminded her of Derek

Middle school is a period of self reflexion, and questioning herself that what she did. Moving to high school her anxiety didn't left but self confidence started to rise now that she felt pretty trough the help of accessories . She felt comfortable in her appearance but still worried of people's opinion, still unsure of what to feel about her body.

Summer 2016 or like they named it... The year of the incident... After 18 years of keeping her extremely long hair, Cerise's cut her hair short to try a new look. Out of highschool, she was worried and lost about herself and her possible future, this new hairstyle marked the start of a new search of self. ( cove discovered it when he came back from his mom and was quite in shock )

This last vacation of her tern year's was bittersweet and she spent it terrified of what the future may hold. Not a kid but not an adult, everything was scary and it reflected into her color scheme who gained more dull and earthy tones.

Her love for accessories grew with her and she started wearing rings, chockers but mainly a lot of bracelet, lot of which she shared with other.

Her love for yellow shifted to green, she tried to feel more adult to feel less scared about the future

Her discomfort with showing skin got mixed with her liking of wearing layered clothes. Her wardrobe got filled with long skirts and overalls dresses.

Her habit of wearing nail polish stayed but instead of the funky color she settled for the same dark green.

Fun facts : she traded one of her rings with one of Baxter's.

She has as multiple friendship bracelet handmade that she shares with Cove.

At the end of Summer, Cerise still scared of what the futur could bring, took the scariest but best decision of her life : moving out of Sunset bird.

Cerise took a year gap after high school and went traveling abroad. She did it to face her biggest fears and focus on herself. It was the decision that shifted her life like she needed. The experience helped her a lot and she grew up to become who she always dreamed of to be. She was not scared of people anymore, she found who she wanted to be and was happy with herself. She went back to appreciate what she used to like : bright color, feminine and comfy clothes, accessories, the ocean, the hills, her home town. Her scar didn't meant anything to her anymore, she liked who she was regardless of exterior opinion.

Inspired by internet fashion, Cerise developed an interest for cottage core and many other soft aesthetic .

She has 3 piercing each ear but often wear just two set of earrings.

She went back into liking yellow as one of her favorite color, but kept green along side of it.

She still wear green nail polish .

Her favorites clothes are long summer dresses.

She feels comfortable to show some skin after a long time of self hatred, now embracing any type of clothes regardless of if it's brings attention to her.

She dosen't wear her accessories as much as she used to but still hold an important love toward it.

Cerise became Cerise and accepted her likes and dislikes to become the best version of herself when it comes to her appearance.

END OF THE POST

If you read that much i thanks you for it ! Hope you'll have a nice day and here, a little Cerise to end this post

#doodle #my oc #original character #Olba #our life beginnings & always #Our life mc #dreamty's ramble #character design

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digital-style666 · 6 months

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My the amazing Digital Circus Oc

Names : Figaro

Age: 17 years old

Height: 5'4 inches tall

Voice claim: Shaggy from the 2002 movie

Voice details: a very raspy Shaggy like voice but with a lisp

Mental Disorders:

auDHD and BPD

Pronouns:

He/Him /xem /xyrt/heirs

Gender/s:

Male (closeted Transmasc boy )

Sexuality/ies:

Bisexual

Body:

Lego man

Coping mechanism:

Partying and self harm (self destructive behavior & drug and alcohol abuse)

Appearance/s :

Dark yellow skin, two bandaids together in a × over his nose, Dark orange hair with a white light green (backwards) and dark green hat with hot pink words in the front that says "Parties 4 life" , scrawny, he wears a dark green and neon green varsity jack with a black and dark green #11 Tshirt underneath, baige khakis , and white shoes

What their appearance symbolizes:

Him being a Lego could be implied they always end up with the wrong people as friends in their past life and because of it they were always peer pressured into doing things and was always used in the form of entertainment

Personality/ies :

Figaro is a walking breathing and speaking 17 year old Lego that's basically a ex college frat boy and something of a hippy due to his generally laid back persona, his hair, clothes, and his inappropriate use of slipping in the word "Like" in his speech. Even though throughout the years, he's tried to be the average teen, he's still stuck being labelled as a hippy.

Figaro is a care free, easily distracted, dimwitted , gullible, friendly boisterous, and foolish attitude

and has a variety of interests and hobbies, with his most well-known being food , partying , music but mostly house music and electric music, smoking weed, and doing foolish stunts and dares Though he has no training he does show skills in djing and writing music. He also tends to be easily manipulated and peer pressured but later on starts to learn to take his own path and make his own choices!!

Likes:

Tons and tons of parties , Food , beer , weed , hot wings, Hawaiian pizza , Khao Niao Mamuang (Mango Sticky Rice) -favorite food, chili cheese nachos (with wasabi)-favorite food, mint chocolate chip ice cream -favorite food, pistachio ice cream -favorite food , chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream -favorite food, chocolate chip cookies -favorite food, sub sandwiches , and leopards

Dislikes:

Condescending people, long silences , being screamed at, touch (especially non consensual) , being talked down on, avocados, spinach, room temp beverages, fun polices, authority, waiting, long lines, lectures , boats (proned to sea sickness) , and tight spaces (they have claustrophobia)

Hobbies:

Partying, getting extremely high, listening to music, and skateboarding

Relationships:

Caine -

Neutral

Bubbles -

Neutral

Jax -

Absolutely fucking hates Jax, the two deliberately gets on each other's nerves and Jax tends to get under their skin

Ragatha -

He enjoys her presence and company, she's too nice for him to hate and despite how much her kind and caring nature towards them confuses them, he finds her as a nice woman

Gangle -

Neutral

Kinger-

Kinger and Figaro is completely fine with each other and while Figaro sees Kinger as a strange and off putting but also I kind grampa figure, Kinger will do anything in his power to make sure Figaro and Randy's safe and mentally well so that none of them abstracts and becomes just like him

Pomni -

Neutral

Zooble-

The two have a fun aunt and nephew like relationship

Kauphmo -

Unbeknownst to Figaro they barely know much about Kauphmo and what he's like thanks to the amount of interactions the two had (little to no interactions) and they weren't that close but he showed sympathy to knowing that Kauphmo abstracted

Darci (OC) -

Darci and tolerated each other and is even very neutral with each other's presence, they're fine with each other but their interactions aren't as frequent as Randy and Kinger

Randy (OC) -

Randy and Figaro started off as friends, to best friends, to crushes, and to boys friends in slow burn . The two gets a long well do to their somewhat similar behaviors and personalities and they hang out the most in the digital circus, Figaro being the head of the relationship (the one in charge)

How they ended up in Digital Circus:

Was dared to break in to C&A with their friends and steal the headset, was caught in the midst of stealing and out of panic he quickly placed it on

When they ended up in Digital Circus:

A few days after Gangle arrived in the digital circus

Backstory/ Background:

Very long ago waaaaaay before they arrived in the digital world, Figaro's real name was Orson Harris and he was a biracial Thai and black 17 year old college frat boy that had albinism. He had long unravelled orange hair that was in a mullet hairstyle, he had dark green eyes, really pale hazel skin , he was covered head to toe in freckles, he wore a aquamarine hoodie with a black and white number 5 long sleeve tshirt underneath, he wore dark blue denim jeans, a backwards blue cap, and dark green and white sneakers.

He used to live with his extremely emotionally, verbally, and psychologically abusive narcissist and alcoholic mother and his physically, mental, and ect. abusive father that extremely neglectful and always reaked off cigarettes until one day when Orson was outed for being transmasc and bisexual and kicked out of his own home for it.

Ever sense than Orson started to take care of and parent himself , steal food and clothes to survive, live in a hippy van he eventually began to call his own , by the time he hit 17 years old he

went to college for music and there he became frat boy and ended up gaining friends , but not necessarily the right friends but the type of friends that'll peer pressure you into doing terrible things , only ask you for something if they need something, will purposely use you as a scape goat, make fun of you behind your back, and will leave you behind if it meant getting their selves to safety .

One day after a big party Orson's frat besties had the bright idea to break into the C&A company building and steal the game headsets to play games on it , it caused a lot of convincing but they went through with it

the stealth mission went great at first until they were eventually caught , Orson's friends fled the scene and ended up leaving Orson and the stolen headsets behind in the process as Orson ended up getting chased and cornered by a security gaurd.

Out of panic Orson quickly puts the headset on and that's how he ended up in the digital circus.

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Names : Pesto

Age: 34 years old

Height: 3 ft 6.5 in

Voice claim: Mammon from Helluva Boss

Voice details: scratchy ruff voice with a hint of a thick australian accent

Mental Disorders:

Autism Anxiety and PTSD

Pronouns:

He/Him

Gender/s:

Cis Male

Sexuality/ies:

Pansexual

Body: Stuffed bear

Coping mechanism:

Alcohol and drug abuse

Appearance/s :

A small 3 ft 6.5 in stuffed bear with pink floofy fur and salmon pink rosey cheeks, a backwards neon green bow, a hot pink unibrow , heterochromia button eyes (one turquoise and the other a dark purple), a pudgy body, and black toe beans

What their appearance symbolizes:

Childhood trauma

Personality/ies :

Pesto is a is the walking and talking textbook example of a complete and utter madlad. With a complete inability to give two shots (unless wanted), Chucky is a sadistic, short tempered, egotistical, temperamental and foul-mouthed individual. He also holds strong grudges against his foes and never forgets when someone has crossed him. He's ruff and tuff , brilliant , sassy, and murderous teddy bear with psychopathic and creepily criminal tendencies that makes him too dangerous to be amongst society.

They can also tend to be crude and can also tend to have extremely gross tendencies like digging in his ears or nose, scratching his butt, belching, and ect. ! His brilliance can be muddled by his jaded personal views and his alcoholic tendencies. Pesto is easily bored and does not do well with routine.

He is willing to be extremely brutal such as when people betray them or his life or those close to him are in danger. He is usually portrayed as homicidal and having a large disregard for life.

Pesto is a self-hating "husk" of his former self; He is secretly insecure in ways that are implied to relate to this, and desperately needs validation.

He has a flair for the dramatic and makes a show out of the majority of his actions

Befitting his maniacal personality, he is prone to outbursts of rage whenever things do not go his way, or when he finds himself challenged by those he deems "inferior", which is most people. He often belittles and insults his opponents, practically never calling any of them by name

Other than that they could also tend to have a tender and caring side, caring enough to lend a shoulder for the others to cry on in case they need it!!

Likes:

Sleeping, food , eating , alcohol , drugs, burritos , sweet potato fries, garlic knots, reading, crocheting, scrapbooking, reading, cooking and baking (extremely skilled with that), wood carving , trains (he has a shit load of different types of trainsets),and building a crow collection , alternative rock music, Hardcore punk music, synthwave , sounds of the rain , sounds of nature, and coffee

Dislikes:

Jax , Unsolicited advice and recommendation, Bragging, Tapping, Lack of boundaries in general, People who are one-uppers, Cutting lines, Slow walkers, Know-it-alls, Cracking knuckles, comments on his eating habits, and Passive-aggressiveness

Hobbies:

Sleeping, crocheting , scrapbooking, reading, cooking and baking (extremely skilled with that), wood carving , and building a crow collection

Relationships:

Caine -

Neutral towards Caine and also feels kinda intimidated by him

Bubbles -

Besties

Jax -

Absolutely hates him and because of it the two are always at each other's necks , Jax always has them fuming (brother kind of relationship , but it's more like brother rivalry)

Ragatha -

Besties

Gangle -

Besties

Kinger-

Besties (friend group between Kinger, Ragatha ,Bubble , and Gangle)

Pomni -

Neutral

Zooble-

Neutral

Kauphmo -

Was good friends with him, often hung out with him, talked and interacted with him a lot , and was a shoulder to lean on for him. He honestly didn't take his abstraction well

Darci (OC) -

Neutral

Randy (OC) -

Very close relationship with him and the two kinda have like a found family type of relationship and Randy reminds him of someone but thanks to his extremely blurry memory he just doesn't know who

How they ended up in Digital Circus:

Tried on a pair of headsets do to curiosity

When they ended up in Digital Circus:

He ended up in the circus Right after Ragatha

Backstory/ Background:

A long time ago before Pesto ended up in the world of the Digital Circus, he was once an African American young boy named Giovanni "Gio" Smith that had hazel eyes, he was a small petite black kid with long black floofy hair, he wore a black white and orange striped T-shirt, denim shorts, black leg warmers and orange sneakers

And he didn't have great parents at all and his mom was verbally emotionally physically and mentally abusive while his dad was psychologically physically emotionally and mentally abusive and was a huge alcoholic narcissist and ect. And because of it,

they had to endure all of that until they grew up and is now 34 years old (their current age) and what they look like now is that they're 6'1 feet tall and really chubby, they have a full hair of black wicks, he has a beard , he wears a hot pink white and salmon pink Hawaiian shirt with pineapples all over it, they wear square glasses, he wears black Capri cargo pants, and black and dark brown sandals

And ended up getting a wife named Paiton that's a mixed Black malaysian woman that's a hippy that's a actress,

a ftm transmasc and gay husband named Wren that's a Korean dorky and awkward train conductor,

and a nonbinary Hawaiian spouse named Jean that's a energetic chef along with two daughters and one son

named Aurora (the oldest) , Kuri (Middle), and Damien (the youngest).

One Day on one Christmas Eve night, someone broke in and killed Giovanni's entire family, no matter how much he tried to protect them , they were all still killed.

This sent Giovanni spiraling down a rabbit hole of alcohol and drugs and even murder and mostly people that deserved death, until one day he came across one of his kid's toys that was untouched for years and years

, curious he tries it on himself and BOOM

that's how Pesto came to be (ended up in the digital circus)!!!

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Name : Darci

Age: 23 years old

Height: 5'9

Voice claim: Either Drye guy or Zeno Robinson

Voice details: He has a transylvanian accent

Mental Disorders:

Autism Anxiety and OCD

Pronouns:

They/Them/Their/They're

Gender/s:

Agender

Sexuality/ies:

Demiromantic

Omnisexual (mostly prefers men)

Body: Wooden puppet

Coping mechanism:

Overthinking

Appearances :

Darci is a cat puppet with a wood like appearance but their tail is plushy (soft material that full of cotton) , puppet mouth (you know the mouth with the lines underneath) , dark red tailed blazer with a black button up shirt underneath, their skin is a mix between blacks grey whites and dark browns but most dark brown (like a tabby calico cat) with dark rosey cheeks, Heterochromia (one eye is a dark brown and the other is a hot pink ), left right (brown eye) has a pupil shaped like a star and their right eye (that's hot pink) has a pupil shaped like a diamond, a light red beret with a yellow star in the front, they wear a dark grey dress vest over their black button up shirt, they wear black fingerless gloves , they wear dress pants where one side is red with black pockets and the other side is black with red pockets, they have a golden winding key on their back, and they wear velvet dress shoes

What their appearance symbolizes:

Loss of control and/or free will or having felt used at some point in life

Personality/ies :

Darci is a wooden puppet that's yet another member of the amazing Digital Circus and is known for being the sophisticated one of the group of performers. They tend to be very vain about their looks a knack /talent over performing in front of a audience, once claiming that they were made for applause and worship.

They also appear to be just as mentally unstable and deranged as the others but not enough to compare to Jax's fucked up mental state, often butting heads with Jax and has a frenemie like relationship with him!!

They're also known for being sophisticated, neat and tidy , dramatic, kind , flamboyant, elegant , formal, blunt , intelligent, nerdy , and artistic and has a thing for the arts and books do to being a book worm!!

Hobbies:

Reading , playing their cymbals, calligraphy, acting, crocheting, brewing, and geocaching

Loves:

Sweet potato fries (favorite food), garlic knots(favorite food), crab rangoons(favorite food), apple pie(favorite food), Aprikosenkuchen (favorite food), papanasi (favorite food) , fancy decor, the color red, tea, basically anything that's sweet, reading , playing their cymbals, calligraphy, acting, crocheting, brewing, and geocaching

Dislikes:

Jax , germs, unclean untidy and/or germy areas, loud chewing, slobby people, obnoxious or annoying people, long lines, slow walkers , being touched especially without consent, being woken up, oily surfaces or food, sweaters, physical touch, and puke

Relationships:

Caine -

Darci appears to have mixed and/or neutral feelings about Caine. On one hand it's hatred do him having caused them to be stuck in the digital circus stripped of their original identity, on the other hand it's fear, and on a third hand it's neutral

Bubbles -

Bubbles also terrifies them but not as much as Caine, they also feel neutral towards Bubble's presence

Jax -

Them and Jax has a frienemies like relationship, but mostly enemies do to Darci only seeing him as a complete rude immature and unpropper asshole

Ragatha -

Similar to Pomni Kauphmo and Gangle Darci sees Ragatha as a friend to the point that they appeared concern when Pomni ran to them and the others without her and simply asking "Are you alright, where's Ragatha?"

Gangle -

Darci sees Gangle as a best friend and is really kind to her and is often seen comforting her when her mask got broken twice and helping her up when Jax pushed her down

Kinger -

Neutral

Pomni -

When they first met her their first concern was that she was going to end up making them having to start the theme song all over again, which pretty much annoyed them and made them hate her. But as the pilot progresses they end up warming up to Pomni , becoming her best friend even

enough to share their personal opinion /experience about the exit door and it wasn't very good

Kauphmo -

Their relationship from the start seemed to be a slow burn relationship from strangers, to friends, to best friends , and to romantic partners and having been concerned for Kauphmo ever sense he started isolating himself, they volunteered to go with Ragatha, Jax , and Pomni to go check on him.

The three's attention seemed to be brought towards Kauphmo the moment they heard

Darci 's high pitch scream be heard from his room before he's heard saying in concern "K-Kauphmo , what happened to you?" .

The moment he realizes helping is futile they then are seen booking it out as they call out "SORRY!!"

By the end of it all , Darci seemed to be in a quiet and depressed state, staring down at their food whole picking at it

How they ended up in Digital Circus:

Tried on a pair of headsets do to curiosity

When they ended up in Digital Circus:

Ended up in the amazing Digital Circus months after Kinger

Backstory/ Background:

In their past life Darci (who's name used to be Audrey J. Dorsey) was a black transylvanian nonbinary guy from Romania , Transylvania that grew up a childhood star and high achiever until 23 years old where they still star in movies, shows, musicals/plays, and commercials as a movie star and there was it's ups and downs of having grew up in entertainment industry,

especially sense there were people out there that didn't actually care about them and only cared about the money, the entertainment they had to offer, and their beauty and there were even some people that only used them for their looks.

Not only that but they used to be in a extremely toxic relationship with a guy named Richie Banks and Richie never treated them right and was a narcissist and alcoholic that was verbally, emotionally, physically, psychologically, and mentally abusive towards Audrey.

One day, a fan gifted them a headset of an interesting game, intrigued they took it home and tried it

And of course that didn't end well.

Ending up in the amazing Digital Circus , slowly but gradually, Darci started losing memories of their identity, name, life, family, and ect.

Becoming the Darci you know today!!!!!

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Name : Randy Flamingstone

Age: 16 years old

Height: 5'9

Voice claim:

He has a really thick New York accent

Mental Disorders:

ADHD Pyromania and Misophenia

Pronouns:

He/Him/His

Gender/s:

Male (he's transmasc)

Sexuality/ies:

Omnisexual

Body:

80s character Action figure

Coping mechanism:

Ignoring his situation (Denial) and bottling up his emotions

Appearances :

Hot pink hair that's in a pompadour hairstyle, wide grin and tooth gap, turquoise, light blue rosey cheeks , average height and pudgy , plastic skin/body, black fingerless gloves, white button up cargo jump suit with two red pockets on the chest , two orange pockets on both legs , and a #1 on the front, a red race helmet with an orange star on the front, and dark red dress shoes

A dark red purple and black race car with a big purple star on the front cap and his name is Buddy and he's a wacky, energetic, and feral wildcard that loves racing

What their appearance symbolizes:

Their appearance symbolizes how in his past life people has and always will see him as only the kid that has the mom that invented the Randy Flamingstone toys and the show itself

Personality/ies :

Randy Flamingstone is a plastic toy of a really famous cartoon character from an 80s children's show franchise. Randy Flamingstone is known for being as cool as Ice, calm , confident, determined, humorous, charming, and cunning

But Randy can also tend to be as dumb as a rock, he's a huge adrenaline junkie, competitive, pompous , obnoxious, stubborn , and also may have a few screws lose.

Other then that Randy tends to have a vocabulary that consist of bro, bruh, brah, Broski, dude, duddette , rad, radical, home skillet, gnarly, eat my shorts , homegirl/boy/buddy, and the list goes on.

He also has also has a sentient race car with eyes that conveys the emotions that Randy feels.

Randy Flamingstone was originally a 80s mainstream character in media like Barbie or SpongeBob SquarePants, but it's about a Afrolatino magical dare devil / racer that was known for doing crazy stunts and being the most talented famous 80s car racer in history

, originally they were his past live's mom's creation until they became Randy himself when he got a gaming headset for their birthday (The Amazing Digital Circus) !!!

He's has pyromania because before they ended up in the digital circus he ended up in a car accident that caused fire

Sense he has many toy copies of himself and because of it he has identity issues and is extremely insecure another few reasons he has identity issues is also because he's the digital counter part/ branded toy counter part of someone named Tobias Ryus Morales

And both has trauma related to only being known for their image, Randy only being known for being the famous "magical" race car driver with a talking race car friend named Buddy and Tobias only being known for the kid that's the child of cartoonist, Nova Jane Morales (the creator of the Randy Flamingstone cartoon and franchise)!!!!

Hobbies:

Thrill seeking and car racing

Loves:

Cars, thrill seeking, car racing, Being loved , praise , mirrors , checking himself out, dramatic entrances , crossdressing , gumballs , cheeseburgers (favorite food) , Jolt Cola - Cherry bomb (favorite beverage, also I searched up 80s energy drinks for that), energy drinks , racing, race cars, and danger

Dislikes:

Being ignored, wet socks, long lines, waiting , dogs (is terrified of dogs) , Lighting and thunder (has astraphobia, fear of lightning and thunder), slow drivers, slow walkers , gum smacking, People who overstay their welcome, having their personal space invaded, when people touch their race car, and nonconsensual physical touch

Relationships:

Caine -

Nothing much to think about him, all Randy sees is just an extremely intimidating ringmaster, Randy would usually stay on Caine's goodside

Bubbles -

He's completely fine with him and sees him as cool but there are some times he sees Bubbles as strange and disgusting, like when he started licking up Pomni's puke

Jax -

Just like what Jax does to everyone else he's also a complete dick to Randy Flamingstone too and because of it Jax makes him completely fucking heated to the point him and Jax but heads a lot

Ragatha -

Randy and Ragatha have a son and mother type of relationship with each other, to the point that Randy is actually really emotionally attached to her, her personality feels familiar to him but he can't think about who it reminds him of because of the memories he has lost

Gangle -

Neutral

Kinger -

Neutral????

Zooble-

Neutral

Pomni -

When she first arrived, his personality was still shown but he made sure not to be as over the top as he usually is so he didn't end overwhelming her more then she already is and gave her an explanation and heads up for some things that happen at the digital circus

So they're neutral with each other, but there's some care and respect in that relationship

Kauphmo -

Him and Kauphmo's relationship is Neutral

How they ended up in Digital Circus:

He got a headset for his birthday

When they ended up in Digital Circus:

Right after Kauphmo and waaaaay before Pomni arrived

Backstory/ Background:

Waaaaay before he became a Randy Flamingstone figure in the world of the amazing Digital Circus their name used to be , Tobias Ryus Morales and he was a 9 year old chubby afrolatino pyromaniac kid with long dark brown poofy hair, dark brown eyes, reddish brown tan skin, a chubby figure, a tooth gap, a dark purple and sweater, black jeans, and dark purple and black sneakers

His mom, her name is (Nova Jane Morales) was a part of the entertainment industry and she had this character named Randy Flamingstone. Randy Flamingstone is a plastic toy of a really famous cartoon character from an 80s children's show franchise. Randy Flamingstone is known for being as cool as Ice, calm , confident, determined, humorous, charming, and cunning

But Randy can also tend to be as dumb as a rock, he's a huge adrenaline junkie, competitive, pompous , obnoxious, and stubborn not only

that but Randy had a sentient race car named Buddy that's the complete opposite of him. His show and franchise is just as popular as SpongeBob SquarePants, Moster High, or Barbies

and it had a shitload of merchandise, spin offs, video games, and ect. (Along with lore even) just like any other mainstream cartoons.

Because of all of this kids and even his family members never seen Tobias as himself, but only as the the kid who's mom was Nova Morales, he fell down a road of what other child stars ended up going down, drugs and alcohol (but mostly alcohol for him) and not only that but it made Tobias to do risky things , therefore becoming a adrenaline junkie.

One day his friend had the bright idea to race someone down the road, but despite Tobias having a entire adrenaline junkie thing going on and love racing, Tobias didn't think it was a bright idea to go over the speed limit . This caused him to accidentally get into an accident that caused a fire , ending in him becoming both a burn victim and also fueled his pyromania even further !

A year after that incident , it was now Tobias's birthday at the age of 16 years old ,

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( Current appearance when he wasn't in the digital circus: what Tobias looks like is that he has long black poofy hair that's up in a man bun, dark brown eyes, reddish brown tan skin, a chubby figure, a tooth gap, he wears a black button up shirt with a lightning bolt on the pocket, he wears white pants with flames on it, he wears dark red sneakers, black sun glasses with black lenses, and a few piercings)

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Tobias ended up getting the gaming headset he was begging to get, at the moment he ended up receiving the headset at the present opening time , he ended up trying it

And of course, that didn't end up well for him!!!

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vanbredevoort · 9 months

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ABOUT APPEREANCES - ACCESORIES

I've always wanted but never got to write about the outside, so to speak-- how Lydia presents herself. What she wears, what she smells like. And in the book saga, it's very important because it's usually representative of the characters. Jewerly, for example! Most sorceresses in the saga have distinctive jewerly ( triss has lapislazuli, yenna has an obsidian star, phil agate and so ), and we know it's a big deal because it's used to amplify power. Their perfumes are, as well, a reflection of who they are. So have Lyd's bc I said so.

jewerly: MOONSTONE

Lydia wears a single thin silver chain (close to her neck almost like a choker necklace) with a moonstone shaped as a teardrop. It's small and delicate. While beautiful and representative of femininity and romance, compared to others moonstone is a very fragile stone that can easily be broken.

perfume: JASMINE

Lydia smells distinctively of jasmines. Jasmines mean beauty, purity, modesty and are a symbol of love and devotion. Lydia's love and devotion defines her, yet she picked that scent even before she met the sole recipient of those feelings.

clothing: DARK&MODEST

While it's not the colour scheme she actually likes, Lydia usually wears dark clothes. Either black or dark red, purple, brown, green and blue. It helps her not stand out and blend in, be nothing but a shadow, where she thrives. The dresses she wears usually conceal her from neck to toe, and more often than not she binds her chest. Her favourite fabric is silk. The dresses are tight and she does wear a lot of corsets, but it is very rare of her to show skin.

make up: LIGHT

She's an amazing painter, has a steady hand and a good eye for colours. Her make up reflects those skills and she does enjoy wearing it. It's always subtle-- she doesn't like to draw attention, so she usually goes for natural looks. She does love lipstick and owns an absurd variety of colours.

some extra bits about everything bc i felt like it

necklace:

(resurrection AU verse) we know Lydia's body was dragged by redanian soldiers when she died in Thanedd. Philippa recovered her corpse, but the necklace was gone. It's the only thing she misses from her years as a sorceress, not because of the meaning but because of something much more basic as thinking it was a pretty necklace.

perfume:

Lydia loves painting but between assisting and research, I don't think she had the time to ALWAYS have a painting in the doings. Besides I do think, in the later years, that she paints only when comissioned to do so. When she does, besides jasmine, Lydia has to carry the scent of turpentine or whatever lore-friendly-medieval-stuff used to thin oil painting/as a solvent.

wardrobe:

listen to me, Lydia means 'the beautiful one' and I'm sure it's a play on the fact that she's beyond disfigured, but--- she IS beautiful. The thing is, she does a marvelous job concealing it. Almost no one in the council, chapter, brotherhood knows the body Lydia hides under her dresses. They have also probably never seen her with her hair down.

About the colour scheme, as I said, she wears dark colours but does not like them. She actually favours pastels and white, she looooves wearing white.

make up:

When the elven-anathema.exe exploded, Lydia put on a masterful illusion that makes her face appear normal because trust me, it's a beyond hideous sight. It's not a pretty scar: we're talking about a face that's out of your most gruesome nightmare. You can see the teeth, muscle, tendons and her skull-- and mind you, it's not even a full skull, you can see the bones mended poorly and it's sunken. I mean it when I say the illusion is there so people don't faint at the sight.

Her huge lipstick collection becomes useless then, since she has no lips to paint. She does experiment with her illusion and when she wakes up, she will sit in front of a vanity and shift the colour of her made-up lips until she gets a shade she likes.

#·· her own dagger / HEADCANON #( i wrote bits and pieces here and there but i wanted something like dis )#( under read more there's some extra stuff about it! )

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yavknowsnothing · 2 years

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Dark! Percy Part3

(Sorry I didn't post for a while because of study, but I'm back!

(Hope you like my work!

Percy always feels good when he's on board, especially when Annabeth's beside him. This time he held Annabeth by her waist, and she leaned on his shoulder. As they watched the beautiful views of the Atlantic from the deck, the young couple enjoyed a quiet moment together. It was noon and the bright sun shines on Annabeth's hair. Percy looked at her fascinatedly, the sunshine on her blond hair made her shine and beautiful like a goddess. Percy could say that because he had seen quite a few goddesses before. Percy really enjoys every moment he spends with his girlfriend, no, his wife. Yes, they'd got married, and this was their honeymoon. They planned to take a sailing trip across the Atlantic Ocean. Percy wanted to take Annabeth to his father's palace. Both Percy and Annabeth thought the trip would be wonderful. A peaceful vacation, some private time with each other, sounds so perfect. To Annabeth, the wedding was still like a dream. It was such an unforgettable moment in her life. Though she thought about that in her mind countless times, it still surprised her very much. She loved her wedding dress. It's sea-green in color -- the color of Percy's eyes and decorated with grey pearls. Piper was the designer. At first, Annabeth didn't like the idea of a full wedding dress, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she changed her mind immediately. She saw beauty in front of her. The wedding dress fit her body so well and showed her body curve perfectly. Piper designed clothes and makeup for both Percy and Annabeth, but she kept Annabeth's wedding dress design a secret to give Percy a big surprise. Other friends also offered help. Leo built the scene, Hazel created beautiful special effects and many other friends offered different help. Even Poseidon gave them support. He made the waves the shape of hearts, stars and shells. Perfect for his son's wedding, right! The wedding took place on the shore of CHB. That day, Percy rose from the sea. He was wearing a white shirt and a beautiful grey suit decorated with white glitter. He stepped on the shell-shaped platform Leo built. At the same time, Annabeth walked toward him. She was afraid of the idea of walking on the sea, but Percy promised her it would be okay and interesting. She stepped on the waves by the sound of her friends singing some cute campfire songs. When she finally hit the platform, Percy held her hand and took her to the wedding MC. The shell platform began to close and it stopped at a perfect angle. They swore the oath and kissed each other. Annabeth never immersed herself in so much peace and happiness before. This was their second day on the trip. Life wasn't boring. Whenever Annabeth wanted some entertainment, just asked Percy, then he would take her diving. Annabeth loved the cute fish they met underwater. And if she wanted, Percy would call them to gather around them. Then they played with them. Percy was enjoying the tasty blue cookies from his mother when he felt something wrong. Some unwelcomed strangers stepped onto his ship. When he met their face, he knew that this was unexpected and he felt unconditionally terrified. Stood behind him were several dolphin warriors. Yes, dolphin warriors were created by Mr. D. He did that for punishment, but it didn't seem to work. For these crazy dolphins were still arses. Seeing them, Percy knew what could happen next. A golden gorgon mask appeared like it was one of Percy's most horrible nightmares. But now it became a living reality. Last time Percy and his friends played a good show to defeat this enemy. But this time, there were only two people, and their biggest hero, Frank, wasn't there. A familiar sound escaped from behind the mask, a sound of delight, and the one who embarrassed him was now comfortably in his bare hand. "Perseus Jackson, so glad to see you again." As dolphin warriors quickly tied their hands, Annabeth's head ran fast, trying to think of a plan. But now her head was blank. She remembered last time Percy fooled these dolphin soldiers by…some cola??? Crazy plans only her crazy boyfriend's brain could think about. "This time who is your captain? Dionysus? Zeus? Athena? Or my, yeah also your, damn dad Poseidon?" Chrysaor sneered at Percy. Annabeth tried to speak something to get some time, but they even not gonna give her time to speak. One of the dolphin warriors grabbed some nasty gag and put it into her mouth. She looked at Percy but found that he was forced not to speak, too. Oh great, she thought, guess now we can only use brain waves to communicate.

(Sorry I wrote too much about the wedding but I can't help it cuz I really love the idea of wedding and I want it to be wonderful

#percy jackson #percabeth #dark percy #dark!percy #PJO #PJOverse #PJO/HOO #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #percy jackson fic

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for the fruits and veggeis ask, mango and kiwi for nora and al?

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Their colours are their favourites: blue for Nora, and green for Al.

✪ Nora just always liked the colour blue, lighter blues more but they're all good. Lucky for her that these colours coincide with the Minutemen colours and Piper's nickname for her.

Fun fact: blue was also Nate's favourite colour, but he prefered bolder shades. They liked that their Sanctuary house was blue, rather than yellow or red, and Shaun's room had a lot of blues because they both liked the colour and not for any dumb gendered reasons.

✝ Alberta would have a harder time telling you why they like green because they don't really think about things like that too much, if they like something they just like it. But the answer they'd settle on is that it's the colour of computer (and pip-boy) screens and circuitboards. Also that snake on their jacket, they guess.

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

✪ Nora usually dresses to impart a certain image of herself on others, which usually means showing she's capable and in charge. The General's uniform most becomes her because it helps her put out exactly the image she wants -and it's not an untrue image either. She got the same sense from her old army uniform, and overall she quite likes uniforms in general for this reason.

However, there are times when she does dress in ways that intentionally obscure her true nature. When she dons the Silver Shroud outfit for the first time she completely hides who she is, pulling the scarf up over her face and wearing a domino mask with mesh that hides her eyes. She's just the Silver Shroud then, and uses the voice quite a lot. There's also her time in Nuka World, where she dresses more like a raider so that the others take her more seriously and believe her acts better.

Outside of clothes, Nora puts effort into making sure she's as clean and put together as possible. She'll brush her hair and teeth, and make sure her nails aren't chipped and the like. Al thinks she's a bit of a priss.

✝ Alberta doesn't do wardrobe changes like Nora does. They wore their vault suit for a while, adding armour between it and their jacket, before finally casting it aside and moving on to leathers and denims.

They're almost always wearing their Tunnel Snakes jacket. One of the only times they don't is if they are wearing a BoS uniform for whatever reason, and they'll still try to wear the jacket over it if they can get away with it. The height of Al's fashion sense is liking the jacket -they like punky clothes.

Al generally doesn't think too much about their appearance. She didn't even choose her haircut herself. They let someone else (Snowflake) change their hair for them and liked it enough to keep it (and the white is natural - it faded out from black after leaving the vault. They don't dye it). That's just sort of how they work. Something gets added to their wardrobe or appearance through some outside force and it's kept that way out of habit.

Al isn't as concerned about cleanliness as Nora. When first out in the wastes is was more disconcerting to not have showers and the like available, but they got used to it and can ignore a fair amount of BO by being engrossed in other tasks. They aren't filthy or anything, they just aren't as bothered by it nor is it at the top of their list, and between fighting and tinkering they tend to work up a musk.

In short, Al isn't doing anything to hide any aspects about herself through her appearance.

#thank you💖#fuzzy.oc #oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson

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lobster-tales · 1 year

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Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 8: The First Round

Summary: Battle of the Bands Round One

CW: violence

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

The first performance arrived in a blur. Ekko finalized the setlist, taking the suggestions and ideas of his bandmates. Ezreal was the most vocal, arguing they should go with a sound that would be easier on the crowd, vie for popularity. Caitlyn admitted it might be a good idea, just to play it safe for this first round, and Ekko begrudgingly agreed.

They finished the grueling tech rehearsal the day before, scheduled hours apart from Fissurefolk’s so the two bands wouldn’t cross paths. Then it was just up to a good night’s sleep: something that Vi couldn’t get.

The makeup artist made a solid attempt at hiding the bags under her eyes, though. Vi appreciated the artist, mostly because they recognized that she didn’t like wearing makeup and therefore only gave her features a light dusting of foundation, some soft eyeshadow. Vi was careful not to squirm too much.

Lux seemed much more patient and accustomed to the art. She asked questions between applications, ever curious, while staying still.

When the makeup artists were finished, they left Vi and Lux to wait for the performance. A live feed played over the dressing room TV, and the two watched as the crowd grew bigger.

In a quiet voice, Lux asked, “Are you nervous?”

“Yeah.” Vi hadn’t been onstage since the lingerie party. She was really fucking nervous.

“This is my first live show,” Lux admitted. “I mean, other than, like, recitals at school. But it’s my first time playing guitar in front of people. I never even played in front of my parents.”

“You think they’ll be watching?” Vi asked.

Lux shrugged. “Maybe. I know my brother will.”

“I’m sure he’s proud of you,” said Vi.

“I hope so.” Lux sighed. “I really don’t want to mess up, with all those people watching. I don’t want my parents to think they were right about this whole thing.”

The situation was so familiar that Vi felt a pain in her chest. She remembered how Powder would feel before performances, how it felt to comfort her. It hurt so much that Vi wanted to just walk away, let Lux figure out her own fears.

But she couldn’t. Because at the end of the day, this girl needed her. So she did something she hadn’t done before: she hugged Lux.

The glitter under Lux’s cheek twinkled as she gasped, surprised at the affection. But she returned the hug, as if afraid that Vi would realize herself and pull away.

Vi murmured, “If you mess up, just keep going. We got your back.”

Lux’s mouth hung open as Vi stepped back. “Th-thank you, Vi.” Her smile bloomed across her face as she just realized what transpired, and there were stars in her eyes. “Good luck out there.”

Vi returned the grin. “You too, kid.”

☆ ☆ ☆

Jinx wished more than anything that she could watch Progress Day’s performance live, but she knew it would never happen. Silco kept the members of Fissurefolk quarantined in the dressing room, since their performance was next. They watched the first round of the contest on a live feed.

There was an opening performance for the first round. Another band, local to Zaun. Their lead singer was a girl with green hair, pulled into short pigtails. The band’s name and logo was projected behind her: Zeri and the Sparks.

Jinx’s foot tapped anxiously. Not because of their own upcoming performance: if anything, she just wanted that to be over and done with. No, she was anxious to be near Lux, even if she was still a whole backstage away.

As the band wrapped up, Seraphine appeared, announcing Progress Day to the stage.

They looked… tame. Way more tame than Fissurefolk’s vibrant colors and dramatic makeup. Not just that, but Progress Day also had much more normal clothing. Ekko wore his usual puffy coat, Vi in her red jacket. Only Lux dressed up, in a white dress.

But the crowd loved them. Jayce lingered a moment in the spotlight. He waved, eliciting a loud cheer from his Hextech fans. A sharp look from Ekko told him to be cool, and he retreated to the drumset. Lux picked up her guitar, and Ekko mouthed a few words to her. Jinx read his lips, “You ready?”

Lux’s eyes flickered to the crowd, but she set her shoulders and nodded.

Vi began the sound, drawing a deep note on the bass. Jayce followed suit, sticks rolling on the cymbal, the noise crescendoing while Ezreal played a chord.

“Zaun!” Ekko called into the microphone. “Are you ready?”

A cheer rose from the crowd.

“Piltover! Are you ready?”

Another cry, louder this time.

The band went silent. Ekko leaned in, smirking, “Then let’s get started.”

Lux took a deep breath and began playing the hook, a string of notes that sent her fingers dancing along the fret. Jayce matched her tempo and joined in, Vi picking out a bass line, Ezreal sealing the deal with chords. She repeated the hook over and over, until the music evened out into the first verse. Ekko held the mic up as he sang,

I said the joker is a wanted man He makes his way all across the land See him sifting through the sand So I'll tell you all the story About the joker and the thief in the night

And she was back on that hook. Jinx didn’t even look at the rest of them, not even Vi. She was too focused on Lux’s fingers, one hand picking at the strings while the other danced against the fret. Jinx noticed the stickers on Lux’s white guitar, holographic ones of different cutesy animals. Lux’s eyebrows were knit in concentration. She didn’t have a spotlight on her, yet she glowed.

For the chorus, both Vi and Lux joined in as background vocals.

Can you see the joker flying over As she's standing in the field of clover? Watching out everyday I wonder what would happen if he took her away

Jinx wanted to pick her voice from the two, but they were evenly matched. If anything, Vi was just a little louder. Jinx hoped Lux would get a solo at some point.

Lux got every note perfect. Through the entire song. When she strummed the last note, she raised her fist skyward in victory. The crowd loved her. Jinx felt that itch of possessiveness crawl along her spine, but she fought it off. Lux wasn’t even hers.

They played their set well, but then again, the songs were all safe choices. In a few songs, Vi had solos, but Jinx noticed that Lux always stuck to the background vocals. Ezreal and Jayce were steady, but they never took risks. Compared to the chaos of Jinx’s drumming, Jayce was more of an anchor.

“Thank you!” Ekko called. Sweat gleamed on his face, a grin spread over his features. There was that ache again: Jinx couldn’t help herself. She missed him. Not because she was still in love with him, but because she missed the boy she had grown up with. And now, he was a man. Not just a man, but a star. “This is our last one, Piltover! Thanks for having us!”

Lux’s intro was more subdued for this one. Ekko sang,

When we talk, I'm never wrong And if we don't fight, it won't last long Might unplug my phone at night When you need me most, I'll miss that flight

Ekko stretched his fingers to the edge of the stage, brushing his hands against the fans’. From the camera’s angle, Jinx could see that other singer, Zeri, backstage, watching. Ekko very briefly glanced at her, and when he did, his composure slipped. Zeri’s wink was barely noticeable, but Jinx caught it. Again, that flare of jealousy, even though he wasn’t hers, even though she didn’t want him to be anymore. Ekko murmured into the mic,

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Then he refocused and shouted, “Hands!”, leading the crowd in a clap.

I'm on my way to you But I self-sabotage So I might drive my car And crash into your garage, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh To get away from you I'll self-sabotage If you like when we talk I'll dislocate my jaw, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

The song crashed around them, the crowd clapped. The nerves began to creep up Jinx’s neck as she thought about performing in front of Lux. It wasn’t her first time doing so, apparently, but it was the first time that she knew Lux would be watching. The first time that it mattered.

The song ended as Ekko crooned,

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Finally.” Finn clicked his lighter shut, rising. “Showtime.”

☆ ☆ ☆

Caitlyn stood at Vi’s side, holding her hand. They were in the rafters, where they could see the performance from the side of the stage. Vi seemed even more nervous now than she did before playing the set. Her fingers nearly crushed Caitlyn’s, though she was oblivious to it.

Lux was beside her, the rest of Progress Day lined up like vultures waiting for the kill.

The lights dimmed. Bright neon flashed as shadows moved, taking their instruments. The eyes of Viktor’s mask began to glow. Sevika and Finn both strummed their guitars. But Jinx was nowhere to be seen.

There was a brief moment of silence, a reprieve from the noise. Then her voice echoed across the stadium.

Wanna join me?

Finn played a sharp, electric note.

Come and play.

Another riff, this time joined by Sevika.

But I might shoot you

Viktor’s synth added to the mix.

In your face

As she sang the rest of the intro, a platform rose up in the back of the stage, Jinx’s body illuminated as she ascended.

Bombs and bullets will do the trick

The next line she screamed out,

What we need, Undercity, is a little bit of PANIC!!

Jinx leapt from the platform. The crowd had erupted into noise, and she played to them well, singing the verse as she swaggered to center stage.

Do you ever wanna catch me? Right now, I'm feeling ignored! So can you try a little harder? I'm really getting bored!

The stage lit up in a dazzling array of neon colors. Finn, Sevika, and Viktor could be seen clearly now: both guitarists had heavily accented makeup, and Viktor’s mask had been upgraded since the product launch.

But Jinx was the star. While Progress Day’s lighting had accented every band member, Jinx was very clearly supposed to be the center of attention.

Let's blow this city to ashes And see what Pow-Pow thinks It's such pathetic neatness But not for long 'cause it'll get jinxed!

Caitlyn had watched one or two of Jinx’s performances in preparation, but nothing could prepare her for her sheer presence. She had only ever seen Powder perform live, when she was still uncertain and blooming, but this girl was confident in her chaos. How could such pure power be contained in such a twig thin form?

Fissurefolk played two more songs with Jinx singing lead. Then the focus shifted to Finn, who stepped forward. He snapped his fingers, almost lazily, to set the tempo for Viktor, then sang,

This goes out to the people gone mad Feels good so you know that it’s bad Feels good so you know that it’s bad

Jinx backed up his vocals on a rhythmic part.

Dumb dumb dada dumb, dumb that’s how we go!

This goes out to the choices that we had One time we can never go back Two times we can never go back Dumb dumb dada dumb, dumb that’s how we go!

Viktor dropped the beat into a dark and intense track, highlighted by Finn’s sharp riffs.

Finn was another powerhouse, though Caitlyn had underestimated him as well. Based on his recent lack of success, she was under the impression that perhaps he’d lost his energy. But clearly, it never abandoned him. All the musicians from today’s performance, even Vi, had a strong expression of concentration. But Finn didn’t even have to try. He played the way most people ate or slept, like it was a natural part of his rhythm.

Caitlyn was also impressed with Viktor. She had only seen him play at the product launch, and though she knew he was talented enough to get the audition, she never realized how truly gifted he was. He was an excellent DJ, flipping between tracks and styles on a whim, all while balancing the keys.

While Progress Day looked like a band, Fissurefolk looked like rockstars. And the crowd knew it better than anyone.

By the time the band finished, Vi’s hand wasn’t crushing hers anymore. As the players slipped offstage, the TV feed cut to commercial, and the techs began unplugging their instruments. The rest of Progress Day dispersed for a bathroom break, leaving Caitlyn and Vi alone in the rafters. Under her breath, Vi muttered, “I forgot how good she was.”

Caitlyn squeezed her fingers. “You were all good, too.”

“It’s not that, I meant-” Vi let out a soft sigh. “She used to be so afraid of the stage. Now it’s like she lives there.”

To be fair, she probably did. Caitlyn remembered how it had been when Jinx first hit the charts, how much she dominated the music culture of the metroplex. Girls dyeing their hair blue, her signature pink monkey graffitied on every overpass. And because of her popularity, Silco kept her in the spotlight. Constant performances, including the tour. Ekko’s rise to fame had been more gradual, but Jinx, in classic fashion, had dropped on everyone like a bomb.

“This might sound bad,” Vi murmured, “Or good or… I don’t know, but… I’m proud of her. For overcoming it. Even if it wasn’t what we hoped for, at least she did it.”

Caitlyn pulled her into an embrace, reassuring her with touch. “I’m glad, too.”

Seraphine’s voice came from the speakers, and the two girls separated to watch the final announcement.

☆ ☆ ☆

Jinx fidgeted in her chair, phone in her hands. Lux’s message was still on display:

Lux: Sure! I’m in the women’s dressing room rn if u want to come say hi! Everyone else wanted to watch from backstage.

That was good enough for her, but Sevika kept her watchful eye. Jinx tried scheming, thinking of a plan to escape.

“I gotta take a leak,” Jinx said suddenly, standing.

Sevika nodded towards a door inside the Fissurefolk dressing room. “Bathroom’s there.”

Shit. Jinx grit her teeth, trying to think of a different excuse. Until something very lightly bumped her shoe: Viktor’s cane.

He whispered under his breath, “Just pretend. I’ll cover you.”

Jinx didn’t know how he knew, but she was too grateful to speak. Instead, her hand clutched his fingers instinctively. Viktor was clearly not one for physical touch, but he knew that she was, so he allowed it.

She waited the appropriate amount of time in the bathroom, flushed, washed her hands. As soon as she opened the door, she caught Viktor rising, pretending to lose his balance, and crashing to the floor.

Margot and Sevika immediately went to him. “Whoah!” Sevika said. “Careful.” Even Finn was watching with concern.

Which gave Jinx the perfect opportunity to disappear.

She slipped through the shadows backstage, sneering at any of the techs who dared to even look at her. They all stayed out of her way, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

Seraphine’s voice announced, “And we’re back, folks, and don’t worry, the results are in!”

Jinx found the door: a star with a “W” etched into it. She took a deep breath, summoning her courage, then knocked.

“Come in!” Lux’s voice, real, not filtered through the crackle of a cell phone. She was still wearing her white dress and glittery makeup, the stage feed playing overhead on a television. But her eyes weren’t focused on the results: they were focused on Jinx.

So many times, Jinx had fantasized about this moment. Sweeping Lux into a bridal style carry, or kissing her passionately before tossing a rope out of the window and down the balcony. But now, with Lux real and in front of her, Jinx was reminded that Lux wasn’t her girlfriend, or some kidnapped princess, or a runaway bride. She was Lux, her friend.

And Jinx had no idea what to say.

So Lux spoke first, shyly. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Jinx realized she was hulking in front of the door like a franken-monster, and slid into a chair, straddling it. “You played good,” she said, nodding to the guitar.

“Thanks,” Lux said. “You did too. I mean, you sang good, didn’t play good. That is, I’m sure if you did play an instrument, you’d be good. You’re good at everything. Well, I don’t know if you’re good at everything, I haven’t seen you do everything, like I don’t know if you’re good at underwater basket weaving. But you’re good at everything I’ve seen you do, which is… singing.” She clapped a hand to her forehead, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, can I start over?”

Fuck, she was perfect. “Nope,” Jinx said with a sly smile. “You gotta live with it, Starlight.”

“Shut up,” Lux said affectionately.

Seraphine’s voice interrupted their conversation from the live feed. “And the winner of the first round is… Fissurefolk!”

Jinx didn’t even react, but Lux clapped. A quick, quiet clap.

“Congratulations,” Lux said to her, genuine but wistful. “You guys deserve it, you were all amazing.”

An idea bloomed in Jinx’s head, and she stood. “Why don’t we celebrate tonight?”

Lux lit up. “Really? What’d you have in mind?”

“Let’s go out.”

She giggled. “Like out to dinner?”

“Sure,” said Jinx. With every word, she drifted closer to Lux. “And I can take you to the club afterwards. We’re both rockstars now, we should party like it.” On impulse, she took Lux’s hand in her own. “What do you think?”

Lux clearly wanted to say yes. But her lips couldn’t form the word. Her face fell, and she murmured, “I… I can’t, Jinx. Not tonight. Ez and I…”

Jinx didn’t need to hear more. “It’s cool,” she said, pulling away, concealing how devastated she felt. “Next time.”

“Next time,” Lux said, though Jinx couldn’t tell if it was a promise or a hypothetical.

The door creaked open, followed by a voice. “Hey Lux, we’re heading out-”

And there she was. Violet. More than a little surprised to see her. “... Powder? What… what are you doing here?”

Lux repeated the word, dumbfounded. “Powder?” So Vi hadn’t told her.

Jinx panicked. She just shoved past Vi, refusing to answer her.

“Powder, wait!” Vi’s strong hand on her arm. The touch brought back memories, that last night they saw each other, their brawl in the living room.

Jinx tore away from her. “It’s not Powder!” she hissed, slamming the dressing room door and taking off.

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Vi followed that flash of blue hair, sprinting past confused backstage technicians. “Powder, wait!”

But something entered her path. Or rather, someone.

Sevika’s poncho draped off her broad shoulders like a wall, her smirk snarling down at Vi.

Rage welled up in Vi, and she growled, “Out of my way, traitor.”

“Sorry kid, she’s got a new family now.” Sevika put a hand on her hip, cocky. “By the way, cute picture. Didn’t peg you as an influencer.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Your band’s little social media page. Margot showed us.” Sevika leaned forward, muttering, “Not enough to get you that win. Better luck next time, baby Vander.”

Vi’s fists moved on their own, shoving against Sevika’s solid frame. She ignored the gasps of those around them, pulling her arm back to let loose.

“Violet!” Caitlyn’s voice brought her back from the edge. Vi became aware of all those eyes watching, and the handful of phone cameras.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and stormed off towards the rest of the band, who waited just offstage. Vi went straight to Ezreal, careful to get him in the shadows before she seized him by the front of his shirt, hissing, “What the FUCK, Ezreal. I told you not to get pictures of me!”

He scoffed, though his eyes were wide with fear. “I-I’m sorry, man, I thought it would help us-”

“Well, it didn’t!” She left it at that, pushing him away. As she made for the door, she barely heard Lux ask Caitlyn, “Who’s Powder?”

Caitlyn sighed. “It’s a long story. Come on, let’s go home.”

#arcane #lightcannon #violyn #vicait #jinx #rock band au #face the noise #battle of the bands au #beat the daylight #my fic

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