#points of interest about adella when???

[katyspersonal]

ALRIGHT LET’S TALK ABOUT BLUBBORNE!!

Here are a list of things to choose from <3

Chat about Logarius or Alfred!!

Ideas for Bloodborne 2 👀

What do you think about Hemwick being connected to Cainhurst?

Talk about Gilbert!! I never get to see you chat about him! Lil guy!

Ideas on Arianna’s backstory!

Ideas on Adella’s backstory!

What would a Discord with the original Byrgenwerth scholar gang look like?? xD

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Choose one or all! It’s up to you!! <3

Oh my GOSH fjdhfds Good to know you all headed my warning to never give me a choice because I answer EVERYTHING, huh -_- xD But in all seriousness though, these topics just happen to be those I do not have 20 pages essay ready for, so my answers will be short(ish) and I think I can discuss all this stuff in compact manner!

Chat about Logarius or Alfred!!

Well, they're complicated characters for me. You know I am physically unable to 'hate' a fictional character because no matter what they did, they aren't real and can't hurt me and if all else fails they exist to make the story better. But because of some events and reflection on life and society, these two in particular put a pit in my stomach on the notion of being trademark catholic-coded purists. There are so many things that can be speculated about complexity of Laurence's or Adrich's situations, but these guys feel pretty plain for me? The black-white thinking bastards that got so tempted with the idea of abolishing all evil that it made them ruthless, blind to nuances and purist that can't see how they become the REAL evil in the end.

I think Logarius/Rogeriusz is fairly underrated though and it cannot be blamed on him being unlikeable from moral standpoint, because we've all seen how popular Alfred is despite graphically killing a defenceless woman! But Logarius has a lot to like as a villain - he is noticeably tall and menacing, he was a powerful leader figure in Healing Church like Ludwig, he has a lot of mystery to his character as to why he uses Pthumerian magic and shares theme with Queen Yharnam (and as follows, why would he turn against a kindred clan/bloodline?), and what he discovered that made him gatekeep it? Besides, there is a translation mistake calling an item 'Skull of a Saint' something else - 'Sage's Hair', and when I discovered the proper description ( x ), I realised there is a big implication that following Healing Church's saints were wearing crowns after his raid on Cainhurst - both to honor him and to boast about having thrown the local monarchy!

This is just very odd that Logarius was a pioneer of the delusion about exterminating 'impurity', and managed to hit da briks before he became hated and showed true nature of his pursuit - unlike poor Ludwig that presumably had better intentions and less freedom to see through WHAT was guiding him, yet fought long enough to become accursed by everyone. It is UNFAIR. But Logarius is such an important element in the system, as a trend-setter rather than people brainwashed into following Church's agenda! Willem is never addressed for messing with unknown too, Logarius is never addressed for being ideal inspirer of hate and murder... Guess the REAL martyr here is Laurence every time! xD

Alfred is also a hard one for me, as for someone from the country that actively fabricates history facts, encourages distrust to outer information and ignorance, and just straight up lies with agenda. Like, sure, I am familiar with how easy average person can fall for a narrative - and how easy it is to discourage any skepticism and critical thinking before it formed. If anything, I pity him.

But I've grown to feel even more tense about this character when I reflected on the fact that he is SO eager to exterminate the 'enemy' that he goes after ones who can't even CAUSE any harm (he wants to kill Annalise who is absolutely defeated and defenceless, and he is the only summon in Old Yharnam where beasts that won't go outside live). There is a difference between trying to protect people from the possible threats (since whether vilebloods DO have cursed magic effect is up to interpretation) and "cleansing" the world from anyone affiliated Just Because. I've been doing Adella dirty for a long time calling her 'female Alfred' and I had since took it back because she at least gives Arianna a 'chance' as long as she doesn't share her blood that Adella's religion forbids. Not even one - she did the "three strikes and you're out"! Alfred is ruthless tho, in a very uncomfortable way, but it took me some unpleasant experiences to SEE truth about him. I think that no matter how far up you are in a religion, but whether you have a braincell to extend minimal reasoning about WHY you are fighting the 'bad guys' is on the individual and not on the source of this brainwashing, and Alfred fails this test.

That being said, he is still an interesting character, and I really love his unique appearance! His nose is a whole BEAK xD /pos I also headcanon that Alfred never met Logarius in person and his bond with him is parasocial, based on admiring the great person of the past upon feeling like he 'knows' him! The same applies for my versions of Amelia/Emilia and Laurence!

The rest of the topics are going under cut!

Ideas for Bloodborne 2 ����

Honestly, I think the best one I've seen executing the concept was HollarityArt in their contribution for Vaati's Bloodborne 2 concepts contest! Here is the link on Twit with their concepts: ( x ).

I have very little ideas on this but I agree that part 2 would be the best placed in sea/ocean setting! But the MOST tricky thing about the sequel would be that one of the potential Bloodborne endings is our Hunter becoming the new Great One that governs the cycle, instead of Flora. And another one is them replacing Gehrman. So the sequel must deal with addressing how no matter WHICH ending player had in Bloodborne, it didn't matter! Basically, something should happen with Hunter's Dream or the current Moon Presence that would leave any ending still palatable. So, addressing the current 'queen' Great One would result in the cycle still ongoing (aka our Hunter as Great One inflicting the same cycle, so it is not possible to pin whether Flora is still active or Hunter is). And, sure, for some reason, the Hunter's Dream is broken, just so we could not see our Hunter from previous game. This is extremely depressing, but feels in the spirit of From's games.

What From would need to do with Bloodborne 2 is to add information that doesn't quite confirm or deny exist fan theories, but instead adds more to WORK with! And creates MORE questions. So, reveal extra details about what we see in Bloodborne, but in a way that didn't answer the question. As in 'yeah there was a Great One counterpart for Flora', 'yeah there was someone in Isz that did birth Ebrietas as little celestial larvae many centuries ago, here is her statue and nothing else', 'yeah look at the ruins of the waking world version of Fishing Hamlet' etc. Some characters I think should reappear but in a way that feels expected while also not REALLY telling us anything new. So, Queen Yharnam not in the wedding dress, Gehrman functioning like his hunter self (like I said, Hunter's Dream should get broken), Maria having her recollected memory from when she was a caretaker of Research Hall, Adeline in a Kin form somewhere in a secret nook of Sea location (presume she ascended with or without Paleblood Hunter).

I like the idea that Yharnam in the sequel is a ghost town that has no messenger lamps or huntsmen, only rare NPCs and enemies who are largely people and/or Kin of the type we haven't seen before. Yharnam would have a bigger layout that makes much more sense geographically, some buildings and areas would look notably different if not more civilised. So that'd return the question whether Yharnam we play in even WAS real or this sequel Yharnam simply the same but changed from the last time, so people can argue whether this Yharnam is "real" and not "dreamed" one or developers simply improved their mapping and designing skills xD Maria would be able to travel there with us by waking up in the body of the Doll that still stayed in Old Workshop, and many people in Yharnam would act hostile towards both her and the player; later in the plot turns out that Hunter's Dream breaking was the result of external powers, and roaming people and unfamiliar Kin work together and target to remove the traces of influence from Stars and Moon! They'd be more alien Kin that urged to help with grasp of Flora and Fauna had on the Earth and its mortals, but in reality more or less want to establish their order. But protesting them would restart the cycle of vices of humanity, so... yeah, again, the game would be depressing and point out how there is no choice, only diverse ways to suck.

I also think the next game should extend beyond Yharnam, and using a ship to travel between locations would be a cool idea! Maybe getting to visit Valtr's home, or whatever Loran is now. @val-of-the-north had an idea that there is a legit country known as New Loran, but it would reveal more about history and heritage than just a bunch of electric beasts and sand. If I try to describe more concepts I might get really sucked into this swamp, so I'll leave it be here, but meeting relatives of some characters we've known would be great too! I always have this image in my head about Valtr's niece that heard he chased some monster and never came back, so we meet her when she is an adult that wanted to investigate on the mystery of her uncle. Also learning more about the fuckery Micolash and Laurence did do in the past through item descriptions; again, in a way that actually doesn't disrupt anything, more like 'well we already knew they had to commit a lot of crimes, we just now know the details'. The war criminals are still here in spirit! xD

What do you think about Hemwick being connected to Cainhurst?

Well, I said that sometime before, but I do think that both Cainhurst nobles and Hemwick are mixed human+pthumerian (and sometimes just human) descendants that preserved a lot of practices from ancient Pthumerian civilisations... and matriarchal traditions, too. They have different practices, as Vilebloods use blood magic and consume blood for power, whereas Witches use magical binding rituals, necromancy and disturbing tools as well. Ironic that they had 'Blood vs Eyes' conflict of Blood vs Arcane Healing Church factions before it was cool, don't you think?

Yharnam used to be monarchy but so many foreigners and neighbouring cities rubbed in on the area, that they became practically equal with higher class Yharnam citizens, and had to count people like Willem as equal. Maybe if Healing Church didn't form so swiftly, Yharnam would never have a mayor. But yeah, basically, Witches were something of peasants in relation to Cainhurst nobles. But they cooperated enough, and Witches would often offer medical help to the nobles who entered trouble with the curse living within their blood, or struggled to control pyromancy upon first periods. Witches maybe lived in poverty and dirt without much convenience, down to having to pay taxes TO Cainhurst, but they have unspoken knowledge within themselves that they are, in fact, superior to the nobles, as they have better grasp on the arcane secrets and are waaaaay less helpless before supernatural. I believe Iosefka and Fauxsefka are from Cainhurst, and Witches were how Iosefka studied ways to purify the blood from Frenzy + Beasthood inducing effects. Why that practice never picked up? Because we live in a society, indeed.

Talk about Gilbert!! I never get to see you chat about him! Lil guy!

Ahhhh right! I just didn't have much reason I guess? I do have a face design for him, that features some facial skewing like many Yharnamites have!

Like his beasthood form suggests, he was afflicted with Ashen Blood, which I believe was not a planned action but an honest mistake by using the blood of a poisoned beast (Blood-Starved Beast crucified in Old Yharnam). However, back in the day where Yharnam was not quarantined away from the rest of the world (to the point you are not supposed to SURVIVE being there if you never had holy blood transfusion), there were plenty of people picking stuff up and illegally selling it abroad. @val-of-the-north has an idea that Valtr and his friends caught one of such groups, just when one of them transformed into a beast upon getting too much of his own "medicine" and I stealeded it xD

But Gilbert I think was a victim of one of such things, contracting Ashen Blood by consuming a poisoned "medicine". He never was able to connect the dots between getting worse after it as someone who already had his own illnesses. The more I learn about Victorian era, the more I realise how shockingly ignorant they were about medicine. I mean, they were having mercury pills for god knows how long! So, yeah, he saught Yharnam, and naturally had his strange sympthomes sustained by consuming the blood as someone who got beasthood 'activated'.

I like to think that he used to be a hatter, and it WAS what made him sick initially; they were number 1 victims for mercury poisoning, because of the materials used in their craft. However, it were not just hats that he could do well, and after arriving in Yharnam, he gladly worked to produce more clothes, sewing mostly Yharnam Hunter garbs obsessively! And is one of the rarest people who met Ludwig in person and is still around AND sane! Hence how he had his Flamethrower - the Healing Church shared one with him to help him to self-defend. But, he was out of use and got too sick before he got to kill even one. Being bedridden, he used to read books a lot, until his eyesight got afflicted too (apparently beasthood attacks the eyes the most), so he mostly entertains himself with fantasies and reciting memories.

Ideas on Arianna’s backstory!

Heh, like I said already, I love the idea that her mother ran with her from Cainhurst when Arianna was still a baby, so she never GOT to know the noble life. But, she did inherit her mother's noble dress, and vague idea about their blood being special enough to offer to the hunters. I entertain the idea that Alfred was Arianna's brother but had to be abandoned since he was older and their mother could only care for one child in the hard situation, but it is up in the air.

In either case, Arianna's mother died soon(ish), most likely from violent death. But instead of some Church fanatic killing her in "righteous" wrath, it was that her mother went insane unable to consume queen's blood or find any management for it, so she, like... had Vileblood version of becoming blood-drunk and was shot before she transformed into a bloodlicker completely. When she was about to turn on her own daughter to drink her blood dry, no less! The hunter that saved Arianna was Henryk, who picked every other orphaned child under his protection because he was aware Choir takes orphans and they are never seen again. I swear, at least once Choir had to confront him about whether his children are all 'really' his, and Valtr had to wear a dress and pretend to be their biological bother dsjfhdsfdsh

But for the most part he was not able to properly care for his adopted babies; Viola was exceptional case that stayed close enough. Most of the orphans under his protection were wandering around looking for their purpose, and Arianna was like this. She clinged to Crow of Cainhurst, trusting him as the only remaining hook with her Cainhurst past, but he did not feel qualified or interested enough to play a dad for her - something he regretted upon meeting Arianna again years later and seeing WHAT she has to do to survive.

I also think that Arianna reacting on female Hunter differently is not a homophobia (?) internalised in Yharnam, but remains of her mom teaching her that women are "superior"; she speaks from the standpoint that she doesn't pity men all that much, but would dread to 'dirty' a woman with something as questionable as a loveless sex. It is not something beyond her that men will be like animals, but she feels inferior compared to other women, and it really gets to her.

Ideas on Adella’s backstory!

Likewise an orphaned person. When she reached puberty, she was this 👌 close to attempting to sell her body, like Arianna, before she managed to get herself a place in the Healing Church. It happened on the rift when Choir fell from uhhh... "grace"?, as well as the daughter of the current Vicar, Norbert/Herbert, turned into a celestial kin together with the children she was overseeing there. As result, he was compensating by picking up every other child/teenager and raising them within the Healing Church's walls like an actually good dad figure. He saw how Adella was doing and basically dragged her in (punching the old bastard that did want to use her on the way).

The decision to become a Blood Saint and not just part of the staff was her own, though; she bought the narrative about hunters being brave and protecting people while it was choking out its dying breaths but still existing. So, she wanted to help people.

Localisation slightly messed this up, by making it sound as though Adella has severe insecurities regarding the quality of her blood, but that's not quite the case:

Whereas the religious 'we all must admit we are sinful by nature and should bash ourselves all of our lives' vibe might apply, within the original context it seems to be that she is insecure about having to do it in 'battlefield' conditions rather than in the setting of great religious reverence it SHOULD be. Like, all she does is extracts her own blood in a vial. She only talks with us in Yahar'gul if we convince her we are Healing Church staff too; so, she still thinks we ARE one of their hunters. It seems like internal Healing Church rules about 'proper' blood sharing are what makes her feel "vulgar", not her blood overall.

Adella mentions a friend she could possibly turn to during the night of the hunt if we refuse to tell her of the safe place, and I made it be a person you pick black church garb from in the alley where Arianna is. It is a shrodinger character, of course, because it is a gendered set, but I default all sets to 'male' because default Paleblood Hunter is some guy with grey hair and I love using this as "official" option! The window NPCs in this area mention "thanking" the Church in a rather passive-aggressive and fake manner, that makes me feel like the guy was killed here out of spite. I think he is Adella's EX that she still keeps clinging to, and... well, he was in this area because he wanted to help Arianna by telling her of a safe place, as he had a bad feeling about this night. Again, irony.

What would a Discord with the original Byrgenwerth scholar gang look like?? xD

Pfffft you mean if they made a small group Discord server for familiar people only? Laurence would be a moderator, that nobody asked for, because it is a small (mostly) closed Discord group and not an official server... But he'd insist on bringing some discipline and civility anyway.

Server would have expected standard channels for drawings, research notes, general chat, jokes/memes, debates, Rom's (daily) pictures of the bugs and spiders, vent and announcements... Except, they would have to create more and more debate channels all the time, because every time it'd be either Caryll and Laurence, or Micolash and Julie cluttering the debate channel so much and refusing to stop. xD Like, they'd have to spawn new debate channels just so other people could have a talk too sdfhhdfds

Damian would share health / self-care advices regularly, like "don't forget to hydrate!" or "10 advices to avoid studying burn out!" and tell others to stay safe and not overwork. Unfortunately, nobody follows his advices. He also always answers everyone in vent channel.

Rom tends to overwhelm any channel when she is online by spamming whatever she is thinking about, but nobody tries to stop her because she tends to accidentally drop something useful, like a solution to the homework, or a significant breakthrough. They have a locked channel accessible for everyone except for Rom and Yurie/Julie, where they discuss Rom's ramblings as they happen and decide what to take from her without credit :(

Micolash sometimes has mad ramblings, similar to Rom but HIS are unhinged and genuinely creepy and disturbing. They have a locked channel accessible for everyone except for Micolash, Damian and Rom, where they laugh at his wording or mock how weird he is :(

Patches is only active in the server to promote the shit he's selling or questionable links, but if anyone gets scammed and calls him out on the server, he gaslights them that he did them all a favour and showed with a concrete example how important it is to know basics of the internet safety xD And might accept their apology for getting mad at him, if he's feeling nice fhshfdhsfds

Thank you for asking! It was a trip dshfhds

#bloodborne #ask replies #bloodborne headcanons #multi character post #i don't even know what else to say ahahahah #you probably know the root of what really made me feel uneasy about alfred so #yet again the point proven that the more bad experiences you had the better you can understand bloodborne lore #but yeah logarius is always ignored like willem #let laurence share guilt with willem and logarius you cowards!!!!! #damn i got some insight about adella during answering it though.... good for her #points of interest about adella when??? #fun fact: tho i described the sequel as barebones i actually base it off the impression i had in a dream once #also in that dream maria had somewhat of a grudge towards gehrman #like he was stalking her from around the corner anime yandere style and i was like hey who is following you #and she was like 'probably nobody important' #the same dream where rom was pregnant from SIMON for SOME fucking reason #but i would never recommend the sequel to face reveal previously mysterious characters so yeah.... #ironic that my brain paired protector of the secrets and seeker of the secrets ahahaha

[heraldofcrow]

Recently, my favorite Bloodborne headcanon has been about how different people see the beasts and the scourge. I like to imagine that those older and more cynical, mainly adults, have a harder time seeing and accepting the truth about beasts being human, whereas children and those with more innocent eyes can see it almost immediately.

So, if you put a kid that sees the world with a gentle outlook and a trusting heart in a place like Old Yharnam where the beasts are being killed, but their humanity slips out in subtle ways, that kid is gonna see the injustice and cruelty of it. Children, in a way, have more “insight” than adults.

However, certain adults with kinder hearts (people like Djura), can see it way sooner than others. It’s like the difference between the Narrow-Minded Man and the Chapel Dweller in the Ward. The Narrow-Minded man would say he’s a skeptic, not just buying into any “so-called truth,” and yet he is blinder than a bat when it comes to his direct surroundings. He says he sees Arianna look at the “saintly” Adella with envious eyes when the reverse is occurring repeatedly.

Then you have the Chapel Dweller who is a loving and trusting creature, even if a bit naive, who sees Arianna for what she is. Blunt, but kind. Good. Not the evil black sheep that everyone else wants to see. He defends the “Vileblood whore” that the others look down upon, because he has that childlike insight that allows him to see the real truth that hides itself from the self-declared skeptics.

The friendlier NPCs like Djura, Eileen, and Gilbert seem to share the same lack of animosity towards you for being an outsider, and even those afflicted by the beast scourge. Mercy is something they actually value.

It’s really interesting to consider the conflicted ones as well, like Maria or maybe even Gehrman (when we consider how he sleeps more peacefully after the Orphan is freed from its misery), because you can maybe see the potential of their repentance, but the position they were put in meant that such a decision to walk away from lives of violence was one too great, or perhaps it was even too late to do so. Could they really atone for their sins after everything they had done?

Then of course, there are the people like Logarius and his Executioners, who are so heartless and without conscience that they even slaughter beings that are literally humanoid in their external appearance. They paint this massacre as righteous and good, because they have no veil of beast hood or disease to hide behind. They use a corrupt system to achieve their own perverse goals, and at that point, who would stop them?

It’s really fascinating how you can see so many examples within the game itself and then deduce how different characters would have behaved from those examples. The variety is everywhere, and something about the idea that children or the innocent being able to immediately discern the human within the beast is so alluring.

#i’m just saying #if you put a kid in old yharnam or the hamlet or cainhurst during the massacres i bet they would see how wrong it was #meanwhile everyone else was blind to it #with the exception of a few like Maria but that’s why i think she WAS on the edge of youth when she went through everything #same with djura #that japanese description of “tenderheartedness” is what gave me the idea #like oh that’s not just being kind that’s *innocence* #what some would call foolishness #it’s what the chapel dweller has #bless him #bloodborne #bloodborne theories #CrowNotes

[katyahina]

Points of interest about Adeline

Alright I promised I will not do more of 'points of interests' but someone wanted to hear more of these so here goes!

● Adeline is striped with more belts than any other patient! Here is illustrated comparison of the fact:

The (dead) patient we pick Blacksky Eye from has same fashion of belts. And yes, as you can see, the ones also having five lines of belts are more 'rabid' patients that can protrude sharp limbs from their backs for an attack. Seems like Adeline, indeed, was a more 'leveled' patient before she died + appeared in Nightmare.

● The fact that Adeline also had to be striped to the chair is very telling too! Perhaps she is not always as sweet as when we met her, and there was a reason to restrict her so much. Maybe her hunger for more Insight would sometimes take dangerous, violent form?

● Adeline has a bandana added to her attire! It is not a feature for other patients, and seems to signify her special status as a Blood Saint!

UPDATE 02/25/24: Adeline DOES have a cravat, here is a better look at it thanks to @beesmygod:

● Adeline is interesting in terms of not being scared of whatever she is perceiving - in fact, she yearns for it! Other patients with dialogue lines seem to be scared of the 'sea' they are perceiving (scared of 'drowing') or just neutrally commenting. It is implied that something horrible is lurking in the 'sea' (being wrath of Kos towards humanity of From's reoccuring theme of the sea that has been 'dirtied' + 'dregs of humanity') which makes it interesting for considering Adeline's personality as to why this doesn't scare her.

● In addition to previous one, the most likely reason is her tremendous self-esteem issues and embracing "worthlessness" of hersels as a human being in the face of divine.

(Using excerpts from Last Protagonist's retranslation doc ( x ) just in case as to not miss any nuances)

● Adeline's blood is said to be one of the exceptional cases! It turned out particularly good compared to... statistical average I guess? English localization done us dirty once again having used word "groomed" when in original script the word was "preparing" or "altering"; my lucky guess is bone marrow altering surgery to ensure body producing a special blood but can't say for sure. Either way there is nothing from what I know that could explain why Adeline's blood turned out particular, could have been a coinsidence or could have been a loose end about her heritage/story/qualities! For comparison between Adeline and a regular Blood Saint (Adella) :

● She uses 'lady' (or 'sama' in Japanese, you might be familiar with the term as display of great respect) refering to Maria, even when thinking she's talking directly to her (when we enter her room), which shows... well, great respect for Maria from her side as well. Whatever was going on between the two, it seems like subordination has not been broken, from Adeline's side at least. Whether it is Adeline's self-esteem issues, Maria holding distance trying to not get too close having had blood on her hands or something else is left up to imagination.

● She did volunteer to be a Blood Saint, and highlights that she is happy to be one when we take her blood for another time. Seems like it holds a very big value for her to be useful for people - this blood heals, after all!

● It is also interesting that she sorta went against the opinion of a person she sorta respects a lot (Maria). We can't say whether Maria knew the true nature/risks of newly discovered "blood healing" and never told Adeline, or she simply was unhappy seeing Adeline sacrifice her health for hunters (and we know she ended up resenting the hunt as a concept) - nor we can say whether Adeline knows WHY Maria doesn't approve of her choice to be a Blood Saint or not. It is just materials laying around ready to be used for elaborate backstory! I'd personally say Adeline should know enough because someone so respectable disapproving of a "good concept" makes no sense - unless they give a good reason why they hate it, but Adeline was still willing to risk her health/life for the potential progress, but one way or another this tiny detail is worth pointing out!

● Once again, lost in translation! Adeline refers to the prospect of being reborn when she begs for one final Brain Fluid!

It can also give a faint hope that she is reborn somewhere in a happier place rather than dead (well double dead since it is a Nightmare).

● Adeline's right arm is heavily bruised, probably from the times of other people taking blood from her as a Blood Saint.

● Needless to add but let's go the full way, her right arm is probably the biggest debunk to the 'blood the Blood Saints give is menstrual'. The suringe is right here!

● She refers to the Balcony Key as お守り (omamori), meaning lucky charm/amulet/talisman. Seems like she, indeed, never used it for the intended purpose and... well, for some reason just thought Maria gave it to her for a good luck. She might as well have never visited the balcony, on her own volition at least. Perhaps she understood what Maria wanted her to do even less so than what we usually think!

● Her skin is not just 'pale', it is completely demelanized + final stage of the Research Hall patient is Living Failures who are just arcane blue aliens in color. Basically her skin could have been any shade for all we know, could have had freckles for all we know, don't hesitate.

● Adeline envisioning Milkweed rune might mean she knows runes language! Caryll is said to have deciphered inhuman sounds, and Ludwig envisioned his Guidance on his own yet Guidance is still called a Caryll rune - so seems like Caryll invented an "alphabet" of inhuman sounds rather than each individual rune! Adeline is able to hear a sound of a Great One and 'see' it as a rune. Might be just a standart skill staff of Healing Church must have though because, again, Ludwig knew runes language too.

● We enter the hard to comprehend territory! The very last Brain Fluid we give to Adeline is her own; we "kill" her as a head, and then return to her with it! Perhaps the act of consuming Brain Fluid has more (or the only) effect than producing one's own?

● Alright, harder moment, bear with me:

It is hard to get right, and translators actually did well here but yes the last Brain Fluid (gotten FROM Adeline) suggests understanding worth of something just after you lose it; and the next thing she refers to is her 'no longer being able to be saved'! It gives me a big impression of her only realizing the value of her lost humanity only after she went into "evolution" too far to return to it. For all we know, only at the very brink of her 'ascension' Adeline knows what she meant (or rather used to mean) but now it is too late to turn back, so she is even more desperate for ascension than ever. Either way, the progression of her questline might be more depressing than what meets the eye. Realizing what you lost only after losing it. Very abridged version of hubris of humanity.

● This bit is saved in localization ('Perhaps you could help me all the same?') but, yeah, Maria used to give her Brain Fluid too.

● Balcony that Maria gives Adeline the key to leads to lumenflowers that symbolize reach for the stars for salvation - there are many vague hints for that across the lore that you probably know of by now. 'Stars' within lore mean both Ebrietas and the 'Moon' behind her domain, and what Choir eventually pursuied; so perhaps Maria knew more about nature of Great Ones and ascension than what meets the eye, and urged Adeline to seek a 'safer' option. Nonverbally - it seems like she silently handed Adeline the key hoping she'd understand the hint! It is just an added possibility that Adeline was walking the 'dark' road. Micolash would've been proud

● It refers more to all patients than just to her, but we can't be sure what her head IS as it is covered with fabric!

Maybe very bloated head like Brainsuckers since patients crave Brain Fluid? Maybe something akin to Gardens of Eyes since heavily striped patients protrude lumbls not unlike their from their backs? Maybe something else entirely? But yeah. It 'wobbles' we can know this much.

● Adeline's Japanese original dialogue sounds rather young and impulsive/naive ( x ), but English translation for one picked an older-sounding and 'weirder' voice tone! In all honesty though, English VAs' work is top notch and I prefer it as voice claims in my head, but I am leaving this here just in case if you want a more true-to-intended character impression!

● We enter her room silently but nonetheless her instant reaction is 'Are you Maria', implying Maria was the one to visit her more often - often enough for her to default to it. Moreover, seems like it was a habit for Maria to enter silently.

#bloodborne #saint adeline #patient adeline #bloodborne theory #not art #points of interest #okay yeah i have to tag these posts now i think #basically just 'me scanning a character with my autism laser' #it baffled me a bit that overall i have less to say on her than say.. on henryk #meanwhile henryk doesn't even have a dialogue whereas adeline has a bunch! #dammit henryk you are the king of showing not telling fsdjjfds #honestly though adeline is an interesting case #i bet she has a dark side when she is not having brain fluid for a LONG time #you do not restrict someone this hard for no reason

[jacqui-velazquez]

{ LIZETH SELENE, 19, GENDERQUEER, SHE/THEY } Is that JACQUI VELAZQUEZ? A FRESHMAN originally from SANTA MONICA, CA, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MUSIC. They’re THE WILD CHILD on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

jacqui is the ultimate free spirit, who grew up without many restrictions, but a decent amount of hard experiences. their upbringing ultimately resulted an interesting mix of not giving a fuck because nothing matters, and never wanting to be anything but kind to people. to this day, they'll try anything at least once, a true wild child who usually can be found in the middle of whatever the action is, even if they are a bit of a weirdo underneath that outgoing exterior. but it doesn't make them jaded, or cruel, or cold - the opposite, actually, because jacqui prides themself on their softness.

pinterest - muse tag

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

effy stonem (skins gen 1/2) - daisy jones (daisy jones and the six) - serena van der woodsen (og gossip girl) - sansa stark (game of thrones) - luna lovegood (harry potter) - daniela ramirez (young & wild) - rue bennett (euphoria) - evie zamora (thirteen) - beth (john tucker must die) - lottie matthews (yellowjackets)

TV TROPES

WILD CHILD - good is not soft - the anti-nihilist - the ophelia - dark magical girl - hyper-awareness - ethical slut - hipster - technical pacifist - daddy’s girl - bourgeois bohemian - soapbox sadie - break the cutie - toxic friend influence

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

MAJORS:

Music

EXTRACURRICULARS:

Queer Alliance, Quiz Bowl, Animal Rights Coalition

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Jacqueline Adella Velazquez Garcia 

NICKNAME(S): Jacqui, Jac, Jax

DATE OF BIRTH: october 3rd, 2003

AGE: nineteen

ZODIAC SIGN: libra sun, libra moon, cancer rising, libra mercury, scorpio mars, leo venus

OCCUPATION: student at ogden college

HOMETOWN: santa monica, ca

NATIONALITY: american 

ETHNICITY: mexican

LANGUAGE(S): english, spanish

GENDER & PRONOUNS: genderqueer, she/they

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

RELIGION: raised protestant, but identifies as spiritual and not religious

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: very very very left - definitely believes in not having a two party system, probably believes more in community governing than anything else. hates the government and systems as a whole.

PHYSICALITY

FACE CLAIM: Lizeth Selene

HEIGHT: 5′3″

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR + STYLE: black, thick, and long, long, long - about to Jacqui’s hips. She wears it down and naturally wavy, like this or this most of the time. she will straighten it, slick it back, add little braids, or occasionally have the front dyed platinum blonde/or other colors. very gen z in the styling of their hair. 

ACCENT + INTENSITY: they can speak spanish fluently, and when speaking in english, has a slight valley girl accent with the occasional spanish influence

TATTOO(S): TBD

SCAR(S): TBD

PIERCING(S): septum and left nostril, wears small hoops in both, and one piercing in each lobe, tends to wear big hoops in those. see this pic for reference.

GLASSES: no, lucky hoe

CLOTHING STYLE: TBD

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: ENFP

POSITIVE TRAITS: compassionate, gentle, sensual, intelligent, strong, alluring, creative, resourceful, sociable, nonconformist

NEGATIVE TRAITS: self-indulgent, sensitive, nihilistic, self-sacrificing, trusting to the point of detriment, impulsive

SKILLS: reading people’s emotions to the point of it almost seeming psychic, being able to hop behind a drum set and give a beat without needing any sheet music, doing their hair in under ten minutes and making it look gewwwd

GOALS/DESIRES: none, really - after all, nothing matters in the end, right? 

FEARS: aliens not being real

HOBBIES: music (specifically, they play the drums), collecting crystals, reading tarot, just a little sprinkle of witchcraft

HABITS: tends to drum out a rhythm on their thighs when they are feeling antsy, does deep breathing when they need to calm themselves, always has some sorta crystal in their pocket (depending on what energy they're looking for, ofc)

SMOKES? yes, smokes j’s and also vapes like...constantly lmao

DRINKS? yes, but honestly prefers to get high in various different ways

DRUGS? there might be nothing jacqui loves more than a little bit of a mind-altering substance

PLEASE EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR CHARACTER TROPE: THE WILD CHILD

Jacqui is, at the end of the day, a nihilist. They don’t believe anything matters in the world. But rather than being cynical and viewing this as something to be depressed about, she views it as a good thing. The paragraph from the TV Tropes page for anti-nihilism that is the most relevant is  “"Don't cling to pain. Don't expect happiness. Don't fear loss. Accept reality as it is. Enjoy the good. Endure the bad. Don't make a big deal out of anything. Be selfless, and unconditionally kind and just, without ever expecting a reward. We're all going to end up as piles of dust, so why not be nice to each other?"”

That truly is Jacqui’s mindset and way of looking at the world. They do their best to be compassionate, and kind, and caring. They don’t see being soft as a bad thing, and it certainly doesn’t make them naive, or weak, or overly innocent. They see their compassion as a strength, and the fact that they want to help people and care about others as one of their powers, to be honest. Nothing matters - but that’s freeing to Jacqui. 

But because of this being their belief, Jacqui is always just slightly veering towards unhinged. They figure that if nothing really matters, and everything is going to be what it’s going to be....why not go big or go home? They figure things will happen when they’re “meant” to, regardless of their actions, so their actions are going to be whatever they want them to be. They’ll try anything once, they’ll do it for the story, they’re always there to have a good time. Because everyone’s time is short...so you may as well have fun with it. 

expanded personality tbd

CONNECTIONS

some wanted dynamics -

hook-ups, one night stands, friends with benefits - for an ethical slut trope, jacqui is not being enough of a slut !!!

band - all of the members of the band jacqui was sposed to be in have dropped so. we need a band. 🥲

friends jacqui can be a bad influence to, pull them down into their constant spiral of ~ nothing really matters ~ where benders are encouraged and acting out is a necessity

a bad influence to HER. jacqui will try anything once, so i'd love to get a connection that's a little bit more sinister in this aspect. pushes her a bit too far, past the boundaries of what an actual friend should, bc they know that jacqui will do it

all in all i want to play with their partying side be a little bit darker, a little bit more ominous than it has been, so if that's something anyone would like to partake in (either bc they're already vibing with that or because a muse could use a bad influence or something of the sorts), hit jacqui up

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: Since Jacqui is a freshman, she actually doesn’t know Greer at all - but she knows of her, as she has a very close family friend who attends Ogden, and....whatever with Jesse. But it just goes to show how far The Golden Girl’s reach is - you don’t even have to go to Ogden, or grow in up in New York, or have stepped foot in the Hamptons to know who Greer Morrison is. 

JESSE (THE HEDONIST): Jesse was introduced to Jacqui through a family friend. The summer before their senior year of high school, they got involved, including losing her virginity to Jesse, only to find out he was fucking with them the entire time, and blocked their number when he went back to Ogden. 

THE FAMILY FRIEND WHO INTRODUCED THEM TO JESSE IS A WANTED CONNECTION (would have to be from socal) !!!

connection page tbd

ABOUT JACQUI

FAMILY:

SOCIAL CLASS: upper middle/upper class

FATHER: TBD

MOTHER: TBD

SIBLING(S)? TBD

family page tbd

BIOGRAPHY:

jacqui grew up a relatively under-supervised, overaccomodated only child with happily married parents

up until their high school years, when their mother got sick, and ultimately ended up passing away during their junior year of high school

while jacqui was always free-spirited, the loss of her mother at a young age ultimately sent her into more nihilistic territory, with an overwhelming belief that life is short motivating most of her decisions

but also, she knows what it likes to be in pain and what it's like to have things going on you can't talk about, so she always wants to bring lightness and kindness to other people's lives

even if they seem kinda ditzy and unfocused at times, they're decently smart - not like, got a full ride to ogden smart, but they got accepted on their own merit

they were debating going to somewhere like ucla or nyu, but ultimately wanted to branch out and do something different, see somewhere different - they grew up in la, they'd move back there eventually bc they want to be in music, and ogden is an elite college

also okay yeah whatever, they're an ogden legacy

and their dad works in music, so yes, they are a lil bit of a nepo baby that way, which definitely helps with the ~ nothing really matters in the long run ~ approach they have to their life/career

full biography tbd

SOME FUN FACTS

if they had to pick one tarot card, it would be the high priestess - the divine feminine, female sexuality, but also the blending of the two binary genders. and they do often have it come up in readings about themself

along those lines, they believe in empowerment through sexuality so yeah whatever they may hoe around from time to time

their preferred method of transportation is a skateboard

she loves the moon. like lovessss the moon. 

and does new and full moon spells and tarot readings every month

their favorite animals are dragons and YES, that counts

can (and will) rap/sing any doja cat song at the slightest provocation

they're fairly active on social media with ootd videos/posts and the likes - mostly so i have an excuse to say things like this are ic

FALL SEMESTER TOUCHBASE

honestly, jacqui has been sorta vibing through the fall, because they didn't actually know greer, and they're quite content to keep it that way

so basically everytime something happens they're like '....yo that's wild bro' and moves on

there's only sm pseudo-mourning you can do for a gal you didn't know, ya know ??

that being said, during the winter break snowstorm, they went to the main lodge with ida and found an ~ ominous ~ message left that said "greer had secrets, but so do all of you." what a way to get involved!

on a personal level...

jacqui came to ogden well aware that jesse went here, but that's just a coincidence

since their reintroduction of sorts, they have had a lot of ups and downs, which culminated with jacqui's clip in the time capsule leak revealing jesse only slept with them as a bet, jacqui admitting to jesse after that that they still loved him, and jesse telling jacqui he didn't love them back and beginning to date someone else. safe to say, jacqui and jesse are not speaking at the moment.

#about #muse #ogdenintro

[captainsspnanon]

C2OneShot Part 2 - reaction

Small reaction this time, because both combats were great but not much to say aside from that I loved it.

I feel like I don’t have much to say about this whole first section.  It’s a long combat, but it’s fun to see the players and PCs messing with high level capabilities and moving back in to the M9 combat feel.  I feel bad for Taliesin, jumping straight in to 17th level of a homebrew that you haven’t played in ages and has changed since then?  With new weapons and items and multiclassing? NOT EASY. (Travis’s delight at having four eldritch blasts?  AMAZING)  I’ve enjoyed watching the combat, it’s fun, there’s fun choices being made, nothing else to say.

Actually I lied, I do have a comment.  I wish they went less to the map as the main screen and more with the players being the main screen.  I know that the fanbase is pretty split on this, with a lot preferring the larger map, but I prefer the corner map and bigger players.

Oddly, I LIKE Kingsley leaping at the chance to take the pact with Zehir?  It does feel super in character for a number of reasons.  I was wondering if it hit that same point of “keyleth trying to serve the Dawnfather rather than Vex”, but it doesn’t have that same type of awkward interruption.  It felt a lot more natural.  (and of course there’s the not-so-small part of me that would love for him to be Zerxes’d off of Exandria forever)  Travis did a very interesting mix by having Fjord take on the pact but then giving Kingsley the blade.  Odd that Matt chose a rapier though, because Fjord literally can’t use it? It’s not a Simple weapon, which is what warlocks have proficiency in.  Only Kingsley or Yasha could use it, and both of them had special blades already.  With the rapier theme, it 100% feels like Matt designed the weapon for Kingsley, which….I dunno, feels weird thematically?  Like, I would have thought that Matt would have focused this temple and such around Fjord with the whole Uk’otoa thing, but to have a weapon designed for Kingsley?  I get it in terms of ‘let’s give Taliesin something fun because this is a new PC and he’s out of his familiar zone’, but how does Kingsley narratively tie into the whole Uk’otoa arc?  *shrugs*  I don’t dislike this, I’m just a bit confused by the intentions behind it. It’s totally possible that I’m reading way too much into this, and the sword is just one that has been already designed and just happens to fit where it does.

Color me SUPER fucking impressed that Matt was able to jump into the Plank King’s voice SO DAMN quickly omg.  Absolutely glorious.  I’m a bit more thrown by the Adella voice though.  I feel like I’d have to rewatch both C1 and when she’s in C2, but the voice feels slightly more Kima-like to me?

UK’OTOA MINI HOLY FUCK LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I wonder how this scale compares with Thordak?

*watches Matt move the head far from the others* Oh yeah, not comparable.  Thordak was fucking huge too, but didn’t have the ability to stretch his body. Don’t know how the actual size would compare if, say, Uk’otoa was curled up, but stretched out is definitely bigger.

AND A BUNCH MORE COMBAT lots of fun not much more to say

I wonder how many times they have to force the groan?  Sam’s jokes are actually pretty good a lot of the time.  I liked all three of them!

THEY HAVE AN UNDERWATER BACKGROUND HOLY SHIT I LOVE IT

Combat has been amazing, btw.

I’m glad that they didn’t make Fjord indebted to Zahir going forwards.

That was such a sweet ending!  I didn’t expect them to do little epilogues again, and they pretty much all matched up with the 141 epilogues (with one glaring exception).  I do really hope we get more one shots with them, at least one more!

#critical role #cr spoilers #the mighty nein

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity Ch.5 (NSFW!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

'Cassandra's favorite', the other maids call you.

You can't tell if they mean it as a good or a bad thing. Hell, you can't even tell which of the two it really is.

Being her 'favorite' does not make you immune to harm in any way; bruises litter your shoulders and sides from when she grabs you too forcefully and cuts from her nails sting at your neck and stomach, renewed each time she comes to take a kiss.

None of that existed back when you were something of zero interest to her. On the other hand, she's told you several times you're 'a thing of beauty' --her thing of beauty-- and she won't let anything ruin a natural piece of art.

If you know anything about Cassandra, it is that she takes art very seriously. Your interpretation of the word greatly varies from hers, you're sure, but it doesn't change the fact she won't easily raise a sickle on you.

Cassandra won't break you. She won't let Daniela do so, either. Bela doesn't even care to hurt you. It means you're safe for now...

Unless Lady Dimitrescu decides you're best taken away from her daughter. Permanently. You don't dare meet her eyes, but you can feel them on you, scrutinizing, every night at dinner.

You're pretty sure she knows.

The thought sits heavy in your mind while you're cleaning bloodied steps off a corridor at three in the small hours of the morning, along with another maid. Adella is a quiet and hardworking one; the two of you make a good team and you know you'll be done in record time.

But it only takes a single moment for everything to go wrong.

Adella is hastily walking back to you with a bucket of fresh water in hand when you hear a different set of steps approach from the side. You make to warn her, but it's already too late.

The collision happens at the turn where the two passageways meet. As soon as you see black robes dripping wet you pray to whichever God will listen for mercy.

Because Cassandra has not been in a good mood all night and she is not the understanding type regardless.

Adella gasps and shakingly backs away, a waterfall of apologies spilling from her lips. Cassandra rolls her neck and draws her sickle, advancing on her slowly. She looks terrifying.

"Don't move now." she orders.

And you just- can't watch this. You don't know why, but the realization you cannot hits you like a speeding truck. You can't stand there while the the woman you frequently kiss cuts away at a girl you know is as good and compassionate as a human under your circumstances can possibly get.

You react.

Before you can even think how impossibly stupid you're being, you drop the mop in your hands and dash forward, crashing into Cassandra's form. Your right arm wraps around her waist and your left grips at her wrist like a vice. Your heart is pounding. You don't even know what you're saying;

"Cassandra, no! Please. Don't." Cold and rigid as she is, it may as well be a statue you're holding. "Cassandra, stop. Please." Once impulse dies down, you realize you've just signed your death wish for two seconds of playing hero.

And you thought you were smarter than that. Ha. But maybe, just maybe, part of you wants to die, so long as it's quick and painless.

With Cassandra, though, you doubt it. Especially with how lethal she sounds when she says:

"You. Disappear." You hear, rather than see, Adella scurrying off for her life. "As for you..."

You only register a blur, nausea, cold nails piercing at your neck, over already existing marks. You are shoved into the nearest wall so powerfully you can't breathe for all of ten seconds. It's a wonder you don't hear any cracks from within your body.

Cassandra is on you, her fingers harsh on your chin and breath chilly on your lips. "Good pets don't bark against their own masters. What made you so bold, hm?"

You don't answer, too busy summoning your mental strength for what comes next. The way her eyes and the lines of her pretty face have hardened, she looks nothing like the flirty girl who comes to steal kisses from you at random times during the night.

"Maybe I've been too nice to you. The first time you call my name and it's for some other maid?"

She looks like she wants to let out a bitter laugh, break something and slice you into stripes simultaneously. And then you realize; Cassandra is jealous.

It doesn't get any worse than that.

"Maybe I should make sure you never say anything again." The corner of her lips curls up in dark amusement as she talks. "You don't talk much, anyway."

Well. She did say she wouldn't let anyone ruin your looks. Never promised anything about what's on the inside.

You're shaking, even if her grasp doesn't leave much room to do so. Your brain is restlessly trying to come up with something to get you out of this mess-

"I'm of way more use to you with my tongue intact." you somehow manage to speak without stuttering. It makes you wonder where the hell this confidence came from.

Cassandra stills for a moment. Her grip eases the slightest amount, probably from surprise.

You wonder what the hell you're even doing, yourself, when you bring your hands to her sides and lean in, to the curve of her nice jawline. You've never kissed her neck before, but you remember from the times you've given her a massage that she's very sensitive around it.

Cautiously, you press your mouth to the soft spot under her ear.

She smells so good and her skin feels so smooth you're not exactly forcing yourself to kiss her. If you're going to be mutilated anyway, the part of you that must be severely messed up muses, you may as well take some pleasure for yourself beforehand. Who knows, it may change her mind along the way.

So you lick her there and suck over her faint pulse. You don't get any stimuli from her, at first.

Until her hand trails from your shoulder to your nape, urging you harder against her. It's the green light to keep going.

You put all your skill into it as you lavish her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. She's loose and moaning low in her throat now.

You can't tell why, but the sound echoes right though your adrenaline-induced system, tickles down your spinal cord to pool low in your stomach. You either had a kink for danger you never knew of, or you developed one in the castle.

Whatever the case, your fingers are working on the buttons of her outfit and she doesn't seem like stopping you has even crossed her mind.

When the robes barely hang onto her shoulders, Cassandra maneuvers you to the closest room, shuts the door and presses you against it. Hard. Your lips slide together hungrily. You taste wine on her tongue.

At this point, your hands are the only thing supporting her outfit on her. She looks too fucking sexy for words like this, half-undressed, lipstick smeared, so turned on and ready for you. But you also want to see more of her, so you let the black fabric drop.

She's getting impatient, though. Being more vocal, tugging your hand to the apex of her legs.

"Cassandra." you moan when you push the midnight lace of her panties aside and touch her. She's so wet.

Her mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, brows drawn softly. "Oh, you're lucky I like my name on your lips." she says, breathless.

You did start this trying to prove to her how useful your tongue can be attached to your body, however... so it's only fair that's how you finish it.

Finish her.

Cassandra looks dazed and confused when you kneel in front of her, but it's quickly replaced with a broken moan when you take her into your mouth. You revel in every single gasp you coax out of her, every minuscule shake of her perfect thighs.

She bites into her own hand when she reaches her peak, nails leaving four parallel marks on the wall.

You're gentlewomanly enough to pull her outfit up for her while she's coming down from her high. Your gaze takes its sweet time admiring the contours of her chest as you button it closed. She really is the most attractive girl you've ever seen, if you somehow don't take into consideration her body count.

"Good?" you ask when she opens her pretty eyes to look at you.

"It's not cute to be smug, plaything." Cassandra makes a soft grimace at you, though you can see the lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lip. "But. I suppose your tongue has its uses to me, after all."

You gently push off the door to let her exit at her leisure. The movement makes you realize you won't really be able to move tomorrow, with how sore you already are.

To your surprise, Cassandra takes a moment longer in the room.

She turns back to you and raises her hands to your torso, then carefully adjusts your wrinkled shirt. Her long fingers smooth over the imperfections she caused...

And you don't know why after everything the two of you just did, it's this that feels the most intimate.

The same digits brush over your throat as she pulls away.

By the time your mind starts working right again, Cassandra is already gone. Absently, you trace over the weeping scratches on your neck.

-

-

Later, at the main hall of the castle...

"Oh, boo, look who's late again." Daniela rolls her eyes at Cassandra's fashionably delayed arrival.

"Surprise, surprise." Bela smirks, casually leaned against the side of the fireplace.

"Are you two done being insufferable or should I come by later?" Cassandra asks.

"And scar our ears and minds with another round of your 'oh's and 'ah's, sister? I think not." Daniela comments.

Bela raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Had a nice time?"

"You two have very active imaginations, you know? Tells a lot about you." Cassandra chuckles. "She was just giving me a massage. But do go on. Be thirsty. I can wait."

Daniela and Bela share a look, thrown off their game by the nonchalance.

Cassandra hides a smirk under her hood and steps out first, into the peerless dark.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #fanfiction #the thirst is real in this one guys #you have been warned

[miniwolfsbane]

JWCC Sammy Gutierrez and body positivity

THIS IS VERY LONG! (I just have a lot of feelings!) Also, this is personal and doesn’t talk a lot about Sammy and is just one big rant. 

Comment I wrote on the S2 preview “Also, shout out to the creators for making Sammy heavy, but it not effecting or having anything to do with her character. OR have her be obsessed with food. I'm sure other 90s kids remember the fat kid trope. Not doing fat logic, but we've come so far from the old days! As a woman who had that kind of body type growing up (had skinny friends, developed early, etc. it all was uncomfortable for many reasons. Long story.), it's amazing to see this kind of...semi-body positivity that's quiet and unspoken in a show aimed at everyone, including girls.  If I had seen this character at 13, my mind would've been blown. Kudos!!”

I’m reeeally tired and getting to that point where I get emotional about stupid stuff. However, this isn’t that stupid...maybe? 

We’ve reached a milestone, a kind of apex in American society, where being fat is no longer a running gag and it’s celebrated to be thick and/or a healthy weight. (Not to say skinny isn’t cool and it’s sure as heck better than carry 90+ pounds if it can be helped, but, as I said on Youtube, lots of 90s fat tropes were had, were they not? Every body type has their problems, blessings, and issues.) But, health is also a big issue and losing weight is too. I’m all for losing weight, but I also know what it was like growing up a fat kid, then a fat teenager in the 90s and 2000s when we didn’t have representation and people like Tocorra Jones, Melissa McCarthy,  Ashley Graham and Rebel Wilson around to promote different body shapes and/or being a little heavy or curvy while still being healthy. (Melissa and Rebel have lost weight and I applaud them full circle!)

Anyway, It is downright uplifting to see Sammy in JWCC like this! Being “thicker” than her two female friends doesn’t slow her down or hinder her in anyway. She is not obsessed with food. She is not constantly eating. Likewise, she has an actual personality and an interesting secret and backstory. The fans seem to love her. She is not dressed immodestly and she doesn’t seem to have ANY negative opinions of her body type, for now. Likewise, in a fast paced show like this, no one is talking behind her back about her weight or eating habits (again, for now. This could change in upcoming seasons, we don’t know.) Come to that, she’s fairly intelligent and isn’t dumb. Like, how many times have we seen a fat, dumb person in a show. (I’m looking at you Chris Griffin and Cleveland Jr!) This could’ve gone SO SIDEWAYS in her character creation any number of ways and I’m just amazed it didn’t. However, this maybe is attributed to the show being an action show and not a comedy? In any case, I’m so glad girls of this generation can see it. I wish I’d had it at their age. (It’s probably because her VA is heavy, but heavier than how Sammy is portrayed, to my knowledge. I’ve only seen her years ago on Disney channel.  Who cares why? It happened and I’m glad.) Please be assured, I’m NOT trying promote fat acceptance, just inclusivity, relatability, and representation. 

Like I say all the time, I’m not super heavy. I never was. As I said in the comment, I developed early and had mostly skinny friends growing up. I remember being about 11 and hosting my first sleepover and someone pointing to my arms at my stretch marks, asking what they were. I wasn’t traumatized and they didn’t tease me, but I was a little (a lot?) self-conscious. Like, can we please get the idea out of our head that ONLY pregnant women get stretch marks?? (Cocoa butter companies, hello?!) They can happen to girls that grow tall fast or, like me, you can have them all freaking over because the puberty button in your brain got stuck. (LOL?) And calling them cute things like skin lightning doesn’t really help. My limbs and body still look weird.

I don’t remember seeing many characters shaped like me in shows as a kid or teenager.  Unless maybe Simpsons characters with their pudgy bellies who may be some of the most average, realistic bodies in all of fiction, really. We can’t all be supermodels and body builders. Sailor Moon girls were all thin and leggy. None of the Magic School Bus kids were pudgy, all average and healthy (which is probably a good thing in a way. IDK. Representation is great, but so is promoting healthy eating and healthy shapes. Everything has their place.)  Disney characters were mostly animals at the time, and I didn’t see Recess until Highschool or something at 3 am, and even then, there was only Mikey. Mikey was progressive, but he wasn’t female. Closest I got was Ariel’s (Little Mermaid) sister, Adella ( https://littlemermaid.fandom.com/wiki/Adella) and even then, she had no belly and never animated the same outside of the series with not much character development or anything.

Cassie from Animorphs might’ve been a close second, but, though she was my favorite female character as a kid (not anymore), it was hard to say “OMG, she’s shaped like me!” as it was a book series with few visual aides outside of covers, posters and some toys. 

I remember seeing the singing group Cherish for a few seconds on TV once. A bunch of thick, busty, heavy black girls and I was SO EXCITED because for those few seconds on TV, there were girls that looked like me! Then some years later I found out a few of them lost weight and I was like bleh. (I didn’t follow their music or anything, not even sure how I saw them again.) Not that disapprove, health is essential, and I encourage people to lose weight for themselves, but it was nice having some representation. Except health needs to come first. It’s a two-edged sword if I ever saw one.

Don’t get me started on the sheer amount of girls with small/flat chests on TV. (No offense! See above about body types. Again, it’s about representation and seeing someone that looks like you that was not common in the 90s and early 2000s) I’m picky though. I wanted to see more representation, but the minute I saw it, I was not impressed or annoyed. To my better judgement, I saw a few episodes of something I won’t name with a curvy lead. I found her times dressing up as a man unconvincing and confusing because of her body shape. Other times I was, for lack of a better word, slightly appalled at her own size, even though she somewhat looked like me. I know, it makes no sense. Other times, I was mad at Lizzy Mcguire or another show for having skinny characters with A-cups while I was, er, way past training bras and smaller bras by 14/15 when the show was new.

Swearz, I developed (pun not intended!) this weird conspiracy theory that Disney execs have to look at the Star’s mom and other women in their family before casting a girl to make sure she stays thin/average chested for the shows entire run. Outside of one show, all shows in that era had the same thin girl body type. (And not much representation for different races for Disney back then, but that’s another debate for someone to better handle, not me.) 

All that said, my shape was attributed to four things: Diet, genetics, lack of exercise and my mom’s cooking. Not sure how much I subscribe to the “genetics effect body fat theory”, but the “genetics effect body shape” is definitely a thing! And hormones in chicken. My family said all I ever wanted when I was little was McDonald’s chicken nuggets all the time, so I think that had some play in how I turned out. It’s probably too much to get into here, and no one cares about my sob story, so let’s move on.

Sammy is awesome and I hope to see more characters like her from other studios in the future. Every body type needs representation, but every body also deserves to be healthy and nourished.

EDIT: WARNING: THE VIDEO AND  THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPHS TALK ABOUT ED AND CALORIE RESTRICTION!!

OMAHGAWWWD! I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING ROTTEN IN THE INDUSTRY, Y’ALL!! (Okay, that’s obvious, but you don’t really give it thought in your day to day life.)

The video gives a summary of Jenette McCurdy’s time on iCarly and the horrors she’d been going through in her younger years, which included an eating disorder and restricting calories to an (alleged) 900. Dear lord, that is sickening.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCE1x_chT34

Granted, I would take this with a small grain of salt as it’s from the internet, and undoubtedly, many actresses, probably more than we realize, have ED’s. If they would start encouraging them to be at healthy weights, things like this wouldn’t happen. Frick Nickelodeon and frick the acting industry!! 

So, this was what I was trying to convey. Casting and producers need to find that middle ground. Don’t promote fact acceptance, but do not force your actors/actresses to be stick thin either.  I could go on a huge tangent, but I don’t have the brain power right now. If you have an ED or know someone that does, I strongly encourage you to get help. I’ve been in tight spots like that (I knew of people or knew people), but getting REAL help from a doctor, professional, or someone with a good head on their shoulders is better than hiding it or keeping it secret. Ten years down the line, you’ll be thankful you did and not have regret. No one is perfect, but sometimes you have to fight harder to find a solution and someone that will actually listen to you and take your concerns to heart. 

If I get negative comments, I’ll be deleting this and no one will be able to enjoy it. Think before you type and don’t be a jerk.

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[lachlann-macnab]

At Al’s Potluck

Alternative title: Backstory, friendly banter, potatoes and feels.

Dated: October 24, 2020

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann had learned rather quickly that when Seamus had said "you're a menace to society you're never driving again, not unless I'm hurt so badly I'm passed out" he'd really, really meant it and no amount of pouting and/or complaining would stop the man from driving them both to Al's Comic Barn as their respective recipes sat on the backseat. But karma had struck the man as soon they had to get out the car, since now he had to juggle his enourmous plate and the keys, a scene Lachlann found actually quite funny as he remained seated on his place, phone on one hand and dish on the other

Seamus MacTunnag it would have been much easier to balance the fucking pot if he didn't have another platter along with it. Stovies and oatcakes were easy to make, especially for large amounts of people, but that meant having more than was necessarily manageable. Lachlann was pouting in the car and, thus, unhelpful. Finally shoving his keys in his pants pocket, the brunet picked up the second tray he'd set carefully on the hood of the Roadster. "Yer no help, ye know that?" He shook his head and mumbled under his breath about a grown man being a brat all because he wasn't allowed to drive before he nodded to the door. "Hands're otherwise occupied. Care the get th' door at least?"

Lachlann MacNab "That's a lot of complainin' for someone that generally insists on doing everything himself, Mister Mac T" Lachlann replied with a grin, making sure his phone was set to airplane mode (having figured before that receiving any message during the event would be a faux pas) and using the little moment to also make sure he'd actually closed Spotify, not wanting a certain other playlist to accidentally...well, play after the "driving" one had finished. "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting the doors. I'm still surprised you decided to actually come, tho'" he said, now being the one doing some juggling

Seamus MacTunnag "An' that's a lot o' lip comin' from a man who sat an' watched 'cause he wasna allowed tae drive," Seamus quipped back, smiling winningly as he waited. Lachlann fiddled with his phone for a moment before shoving it in a pocket then reached for the door. "Thank ye kindly," he murmured, brushing past the other as he strode through the doors. "An' 'course I would, Lachie. I try tae at least go tae one or two o' these every year. Get a feel fer th' candidates." McWiggin was a native to the town, ran a small business, and seemed concerned with the community as a whole. It would be smart to look into him, at the very least. "'Sides, I havena cooked fer a large group in a while. Seemed th' thing tae do. Old family favorite, an all."

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann didn't have a counterpoint for that, so he decided to stick his tongue out at the other man and take that L as he made sure the car's doors were closed, Al's were opened and his own pot of Chili Macaroni (Vegan, mind you) remained secure on his hands. "Louie says Al 's a pretty cool dude and I think he did well during the first debate" Lachlann nodded "you rootin' for him, Mister Mac T? or are you more interested on the food? Like, I think he's done great so far but, well, I'm kinda new around, so... I don't really know for certain"

Seamus MacTunnag If Seamus's hands were free, he'd have gone for Lachlann's tongue. Much like how Adelaide had done to him when she was a wee one, in fact, though the circumstances were far different. "Careful darlin'," he warned, grin hinting at the mischievous, "wouldna want ye tae lose yer tongue." Listening for a moment as he found somewhere to set the platter and pot down, Seamus hummed in acknowledgement, mind turning over what he knew. In years previous, he'd known McWiggin to be a bit of a tit, rude to women and someone who was just generally unpleasant. Seemed like he'd cleaned up his act in the past year or so, as well as he could anyway, and was hoping to turn over a new leaf. "Dunno quite who 'm votin' fer yet, in truth. 'S why I come tae these, see what they're about. He seems concerned about th' town he grew up in an' the local business, but I'd like tae see more of his stance on Magick/Mundus relations, given where we live."

Lachlann MacNab "Darlin'" Lachlann didn't know what to reply to that -at least not while in public-, even stopping for a second before deciding that the best next unrelated step was finding a place to place his pot as he nodded. "Yeah, it's kind of complicated" politics had never been an easy topic, really "Al strikes me as the most approachable candidate, like, I don't get a thing Reza talks about, Aquata is kind of initimidating and Shock..." He didn't really finish that sentence because he figured that everyone felt the same way about the youngest candidate and her blasé ways about... everything. Also, because he'd just spotted a familiar recipe. "Oh, the Beignets! Tiana must be here too!"

Seamus MacTunnag The silence was noted and smugly filed away. And over a little old thing like darlin', at that. "Aye," he agreed, eyes sweeping over the people milling about the comic shop. He'd never ben inside the place himself, but he knew Louie worked here, so he'd wanted to come down for a look-see. "Al may be approachable, but both Reza and Aquata address cohesion and Magick representation in a mixed community as well as plans to provide a more streamlined petition process. An' Adamson, well, I hardly take 'er seriously." Seamus shrugged, running a hand through his hair. After having lived with a Magick for half a decade, amidst other generational hardships, Seamus had always made it a point to look at legislation that had to do with Magicks. "Take it ye know someone around?" The name was vaguely familiar, like he'd met them previously, but he couldn't place a face to it.

Lachlann MacNab "I mean, yeah, they do" Lachlann shrugged "Like, they sound like they know what they're saying but I think that the best possible option 's having someone you know you can approach, you know? I'd get nervous by the mere thought of just getting close to Miss Triton or Reza -like, I don't think I'd ever have a reason to do so but...yeah" And he'd rather not think much about the whole Magick-Mundus things, since he still had a bittersweet feeling about the whole Moon Market fiasco. "Ah! Yeah, well- kind of! She's an acquaintance of sorts, I guess. 'nyways, what was it that you cooked, again, smoochiekins?"

Seamus MacTunnag Lachlann did have a point, yes. You had to be able to approach a council representative, or feel like you could, anyway. That was the entire point of it all, wasn't it? Granted, Seamus had cut his teeth on hardened business men and women, their unflinching values and ironclad stances. There was a different type of ability to interact there for him than there was Lachlann. "The Triton lasses ain't all bad. Adella's nice, even if she is a right pest." He smiled, thinking on the woman fondly. He'd not seen her in a while but she was one person in town he counted as a friend. "Aquata's Da was a staple of th' council. Think she's jus' tryin' tae do right by him." Both brows rose at the abrupt change of subject and the godawful nickname. His nose wrinkled involuntarily at the implementation. "That's awful, Lachie. Truly, truly awful. But 's, uh, we call it stovies an' oatcakes. Traditional Scottish fare. Me mam used tae make it a lot." He glanced down and off to the side, clearing his throat once he was through speaking, suddenly not too keen on talking about Davina MacTunnag. "Yers was, uh, vegan was it?"

Lachlann MacNab "I think I've heard about the Tritons before- I think one of them designed Loopy's favourite lipstick" he couldn't say which one, though "And I kind of recall seeing Adella's name somewhere..." He'd checked Tinder one or twice since arriving to Swynlake and vaguely recalled seeing someone with a curious name and amazing photos but, well, obviously out of his league, so he hadn't even bothered trying. And there was another reason,  of course, which was currently looking fondly at his own pots. "So that's what you needed all those potatoes for!" he said with a wide smile "and here I was, thinking you were feeling like starting a farm, Mister Mac T! And, yeah, 's no big deal. You kinda just throw all the ingredients into the pot and pray for the best. It may not be anything fancy but at least I didn't burn down my kitchen"

Seamus MacTunnag It took him a moment to parse out who Loopy was but, once he had, Seamus nodded his head. "Aye, one o' 'em has a make up line I think. Adella dragged me tae th' bloody adult prom a year of so back," he mumbled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "She's a sweet girl. Seemed tae think I needed tae get outta th' house. Kinda like someone else I know." Yes, that was a Pointed Pause, Lachlann. "The family's from Swynlake though. Been here fer generations, I s'pose. Makes sense they'd try tae continue it." The comment about the potatoes made him pause, lips quirking up into a smile before he chuckled and shook his head. "Nope, no potato farming. My people didna do such a thing," he quipped, grin widening. "But th' Stovies feed a family fer a while, keep ye warm, all o' that. 'S a staple when ye grow up in Glasgow slums. Had tae take th' liquor outta the recipe though. Been sober around two an' a half years. Don'tcare tae cook with it neither." He hummed his acknowledgement of the other man's dish, wondering how it tasted. At least it wasn't burnt

Lachlann MacNab "Oh" Lachlann said, nodding at the comment and making a mental note about Adella being cool (even in a non-Tinder context). But at the rest of the phrase he tilted his head and bit the inner part of his right cheek "But isn't that kind of thing like...what's the word? When someone in power helps other person to achieve things- necromancy? no, eh, neo- no, nepotism?" He paused for a second, first thinking about the implications of the words and the situation he wasn't sure about, then deciding to move towards a plate full of cookies before the girl with the white dress decided to eat them all by herself. "Myesh" he said with a mouthfull of cookies "sh more like ah shtereoghtiphgical 'rish thng, nt Scottish" Wait. Slums?... " 's better that way, I guess. That way you can be the one driving, instead of having me risking everyone else's well-being, sweetipie" he joked, even if he was still curious about the comment about living in the slums once.

Seamus MacTunnag "Mm, I s'pose ye could see it that way, aye. Most dunna. From what I understand 's more--" Seamus searched for the words, brow furrowing a bit as he walked alongside the other man. Toward more food, he could see. "--a generational connection to th' town. The Triton family is rooted in Swynlake. Everyone knows 'em. Sure, it sounds like they're takin' advantage o' that an' maybe they are, but what if 's because they got th' best fer th' town at heart? I jus' tend tae look at both sides o' matters, or try tae." Rolling his eyes as the other man spoke with a full mouth, Seamus waited until he was done. "Aye. An' 'm nae fuckin' Irish." He'd had to live in the Little Ireland neighborhoods in New York for a while, mind, but that's because no one knew their arse from their head back then. Couldn't tell the difference. Some people still couldn't. Seamus swiped a cookie from the other man and took a bite before turning on his heel to take a look through the rest of the dishes, offering quiet hellos as he went. When he heard another awful nickname, Seamus turned to give Lachlann a droll look. "'M nae luggin' yer heavy arse tae th' car--" A mischievous little grin cropped up and, just to be a tit, tacked on a m'eudail for good measure, accent thickening around the familiar word.

Lachlann MacNab "Yep, 's important to try and do that, get to know both sides I mean, like the whole thing with Reza's scandal" which had surprised all of twitter, himself included. Lachlann still wasn't sure where he stood on all that and his attention was, instead, focused on the food and trying to keep his cookies away from the other's hands, anyways. But even when he swiped one away, Lachlann couldn't help but smile it off, nod and follow him in the search for something nice to munch on. "Yeah, some people think it's the same thing but that's, frankly, offensive to both nationalities" he said, having some vague knowledge about the topic, since people assumed a lot of things when they heard the MacNab surname, but he had never really mind the errors "You started it, darling. Anyways, so Stovies are kind of a family recipe, then?"

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus nodded his head, agreeing without really needing to say anything. It was true, after all. The scandal release had been a shock to everyone, but Seamus wasn't just going to judge the man like so many other people seemed to be fond of. Sorcerer or not, Magick or Mundus, all sides deserved a critical look. "'S extremely offensive, particularly when I was exposed to it." The Irish, at one point, were treated like animals. When people had believed Seamus was, he'd been given the same treatment. He'd had to learn how to defend himself and his sisters quickly. "Darlin' is a term of endearment. Whatever those other things were were nae. But yes, I s'pose so. Most everyone in th' area knew how tae make 'em, but me mam taught me. I had tae work two or three jobs growin' up but, uh, she let me help in me downtime. Da never gave a shite so--" Seamus shrugged, going a bit pinched around the eyes at the involuntary reminder of his father. "--figured I could give another pair o' hands when she needed 'em."

Lachlann MacNab This was the first time Lachlann heard about Mister Mac T's parents and- nothing about it sounded all that cool. Slums, working two or three jobs, the "Da never gave a shite"... Sure, the older man was resilient and most certainly had seen a lot of stuff before, but hearing that he'd to struggle even during childhood was kind of a harsh idea; Maybe someone that felt particularly poetic or philosophical would say that that kind of things had turned the man into the kind of person he currently was but- but Lachlann only found it kind of miserable, really, that he hadn't had the chance to just be a happy child. "Maybe you could teach Huey, Dewey or Louie how to cook it, eventually" he said, placing a hand in the other's shoulder, in an effort to cheer him up "or me. I'd be happy to learn it"

Seamus MacTunnag See, he knew what his childhood sounded like. He had lived it and it was just as shite in the telling as it had been back when he was a lad, and that had been hedging around how big of a piece of shite his father had been. Seamus snorted at the mention that the boys would learn. He turned his head to look at Lachlann's face, squeezed the hand that had landed on his shoulder."Aye, maybe Huey. Dunno about Dewey. Louie would rather food be served to him, not be made by him, so I doubt he would. But I wouldna mind it, if ye wanted tae learn. Ain't hard tae make."

Lachlann MacNab "I think Dewey would be down to clo- I mean, totally up for it" Probably. Maybe. He wasn't sure if his best friend had any interest in cooking but he figured that as long as something sounded like a fun time, he'd be up for it. Huey probably would take notes about the recipe like the very organized guy he was and- -he was absolutely correct about Louie, so there was no point in thinking about that, so he smiled and nod, then pointing towards a fancy-looking salad, as if asking the man if he wanted to try some of that (while still not letting go of his shoulder). "I wonder if we'll see Al himself. I'd really like to tell him that I admire the fact that he has Darkwing comics in stock- and also maybe give him props for making the drinking game interesting for everyone"

Seamus MacTunnag Down to clown? Really? Resisting the urge to laugh or smile at the turn of phrase (because it was awful and not at all endearing in any way whatsoever), Seamus still found himself losing the battle when his mouth twitched upward. Nodding his head at the nonverbal suggestion, the Scotsman allowed himself to be steered to the side a bit, walking in step with the other man and listening as he spoke. He'd have to remember to ask the boys if they ever wanted to learn how to cook. It would come in handy for them later, if anything. "Maybe, maybe not," Seamus murmured, a shoulder moving in a half-shrug. "Though I dunno if havin' a series o' books or tryin' tae give yah alcohol poisonin' is worthy of congratulations." Now he was just being a shit head, it was true, but it was also a fact that McWiggin had seemed to run in circles during the first debate, never really seemed to address questions that were more hard hitting when his contempories had. He had stuck to "small businesses" and "community" which, while what he was using in his campaign, should not have been the entire thing, in Seamus's opinion. But what did he know?

Lachlann MacNab "But I'm ok now" he declared, rather proud of himself "I'm dying by plane crash or not at all" Which was a joke, really; He simply didn't get (terribly) injured in any of his particular stunts so that phrase was more of a roundabout way to say "no way" than an actual - -wait. Mister Mac T wasn't supposed to know about that. Shit. "They aren't just any comic books, they are, objetively, the best comic books ever made" he said, trying to steer the conversation into another direction, then stuffing his mouth on some nearby potato salad so he could play the "sorry, I can't talk, my mouth is full" card just in case the older man didn't take the Darkwing bait. "Thish ish tashty! You shld try shome"

Seamus MacTunnag Dying by plane crash or not at all. That...that didn't sound good at all. In fact, that sounded the opposite of good. In fact, that sounded like Seamus should be worried about Lachlann flying a goddamn airplane which was, frankly, disappointing. He wanted to see how the man flew. And the fact that the other man tried to steer the conversation into a 360 didn't help any. "In a minute. We're gonna circle back tae th' plane crash thing. How many times, exactly, have ye crashed Lachlann? How accident prone are ye?" Is that why you're in Swynlake?

Lachlann MacNab Oh, Lachlann was absolutely not having that conversation -not in that place, not ever and specially not with Mister Mac T of all people. " Gee, I was only joking" he said, even if his tone was way more somber than intended "but, I guess now I know what I'm not supposed to joke about when you're around, eh?. Like, I guess that's all my fault, I know it's a serious topic and all". He decided to try and distract himself searching for a plate and filling it indiscriminately with food.

Seamus MacTunnag Ah, sore subject then. Seamus could read a room well enough by now and certainly could tell when someone didn't want to talk about something, even if it was something important. He'll, he'd done much the same more than once. It was still irritating but it was forgivable. It would be hypocritical to not be, after all. "Mmhmm," he murmured, both brows hiking ninto his hairline before offering a small smile, the kind that said 'I know you don't wanna yak about whatever that is, so I won't. Yet.' "Ye can joke around plenty. Death 's just a touchy subject, is all." Which wasn't a lie, but he wasn't going to elaborate much more just then. Instead, he picked up a small plate of his own.

Lachlann MacNab Look, Lachlann generally tried his best to take that whole topic in stride, playfully mentioning it every now and then when necessary, but discussing it (or anything vaguely related to it) with the older man was simply not going to happen, not when he held his family's talents in such high regards, not when he felt like his-their current closeness depended on what he could offer (and driving certainly wasn't it). If he didn't have a good reason to be there then- then Mister Mac T would send on his way, right? He would never bother dealing with a washed-up pilot, right? He- he deserved way better and- "'s ok. I know, I'm sorry" he finally said, voice slightly cracked. He just couldn't bear to lose the other's respect too, or the comfortable closeness they've built.

Seamus MacTunnag He heard the cracks in Lachlann's voice before they really made themselves apparent and Seamus felt his brow furrow at the sound, wondering at it. He filed it away for later, just like he did much everything else he observed about Lachlann and other people around him, to pull up and examine later on. Clearly, whatever it was, it was something the younger man didn't want to talk about, probably something with his family, if Seamus had to guess. Just a hunch but, well, MacNabs usually didn't stray far from their clan, if you will. And Lachlann was an entire ocean away from his. "Ye dunna have tae apologize, Lachie, 's alright," he said, voice pitched low so the nosy biddies around them couldn't eavesdrop. Namely, his nephew, wherever he might be.

Lachlann MacNab "Yeah, but still...." Lachlann said, trying to keep up with the conversation even if he suddenly felt quite down (so much so that the food currently on his plate suddenly didn't seem all that enticing anymore and had been reduced to a mere excuse for his movements). He just didn't want to deal with that topic. He'd rather run away. He'd rather pretend all of that wasn't even a thing. He'd rather just take his few belongings, throw 'em into his uncle's car and never look back now that people, that Mister Mac T knew about his failures. But he couldn't. Not now. He didn't want to let go of that- them- him. Not yet. "I just- could we- I'd rather talk about politics or Darkwing or Swynlake, you know?"

Seamus MacTunnag Yes, there was definitely something sore about the subject here. He recognized the behavior. In fact, he'd done it himself, once upon a time. It was...odd seeing it mirrored in someone else, someone he knew that hadn't been from decades and lifetimes ago. "Aye," he said, voice still pitched low, a small, placating smile, curling around his mouth. "We can do that." Seamus checked him with his hip, herding the man away from the food table and closer to the comic books, figuring it was a better topic to pick up than anything else. "Which arc's yer favorite? Or th' one ye need? Might have it here."

Lachlann MacNab That- was kind of unexpected, really. Lachlann had hoped the other would simply nod and let him be instead of guiding him away from the table -or actually mentioning Darkwing. He couldn't but give the man a little smile (that also served as a silent 'thank you') as he followed him and looked into the various colorful displays, plate still in his hand. "The Dark Knight Returns, hands down" he said, voice slowly returning to it's usual volume "I like the idea of Darkwing being retired for a while, then returning. Like, I feel that makes a hero -doing the right thing even when it's difficult or it kind of hurts, being- reliable, I guess" But he wasn't looking at the comics as he said that, not really.

Seamus MacTunnag He saw the unexpected surprise cross Lachlann's face and counted it as a win. Or, at least, a minor victory of a small skirmish. It was also, incidentally, what appeared to be a bit of a thank you in its own right. As the other ran spoke about the comics, Seamus's eyes traveled over the colorful covers and the snazzy artwork, the characters that came to life in their pages pitted against the harrowing forces of some villain or another in a snapshot on the front cover. The Darkwing books were no different, though Seamus knew them by hert a little differently. Still, it was nice to hear Lachlann a bit more normal, so he let him go on with his explanation, chuckling quietly at what he heard. "Sounds like yer trying tae tell me somethin', Lachie," he mumbled, teasing in the tone. He reached out a hand and tapped one of the covers, the garish suit they put Darkwing in front and center. "I remember when th' first one o' these came out. Laughed meself about sick. 'Course, I knew why. He did deserve it, retirement an' all. Sometimes it ain't fer someone, though, an' they wanna keep on, even if they dunno how tae quite get back intah th' game." No, he wasn't taking about Darkwing anymore.

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann laughed and shook his head 'no', even if there was some true to the other's statement and once again found himself intrigued by the other's words, or more exactly the way he used them -sure, one could argue that him being older meant he'd had more exposure to that sort of media, but that didn't seem like the reason he talked of Darkwing in such a way. But then again, who was Lachlann to judge? If anything, he was happy to had a shared interest. "It's difficult sometimes. Once you start doubting it just...isn't the same, right?" he asked, before taking a bite of his previously-forgotten food "I really admire the kind of people that just- you know, keep doing their best even when things get difficult. I hope to learn to do that kinda stuff someday" Maybe he could from the older man, that even with his rough start had managed to make the best he could and continued trying to do so. "I- I know this may not be the best place, but could I ask you a question real quick, Mister Mac T?"

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus paused when he was done speaking, glanced over at the other man, a hand holding just over the spine of an omnibus edition. Looked like the first arc of an early Darkwing series. Maybe another hero, mixed into the wrong area. "Aye, it is." Turning so he was facing the other man more fully, Seamus leaned his empty arm against the shelf and crossed his feet at the ankles, brow ticking upward. "Shoot, Lachie."

Lachlann MacNab "Would you keep me around even if I had nothing interesting to offer?" But that was a waaay too complex of a question for that moment and place, really, so Lachlann chewed a couple of seconds more, eyes on the omnibus' in the other's hands, before speaking again. "How do you do it?" he finally said "keeping on even when things get difficult, I mean"

Seamus MacTunnag It had long been established that patience was a virtue in Seamus's life, one that he had learned to perfect over the years. Even with a bit of a temper when he got riled up, he had learned to make the most of a wait. And he did. Even guessing at the question hadn't really prepared him for the actual thing, however. It made the brunet's eyes widen as he drew in a breath and let it out. That was a bit of a loaded question. "Sometimes ye dunna want tae," he began, wetting his lips and giving a small smile. "Sometimes 's hard, harder than anythin' yer gonna ever do. But then ye remember ye've got family that need ye, friends that care about ye. An' th' shite ye hear in yer own head...dunna sound so loud anymore. Ye keep busy an'...ye remember. Ye remember everythin'." He'd looked down as he started speaking, thumb of his free hand flicking against the side of the shelf as he spoke, but he looked up now and met Lachlann's gaze head on.

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann remained silent for a second, taking in every single word, and smiling at the end. "See? Just like a hero" he said almost in a whisper "You're there for them-" He paused again, eating a piece of steamed broccoli before he continued, adding a better word to express his idea. "-for us" because he was still there, even if his previous words hadn't been the best, his skills still were a sore topic and he was too dumb or too loud or just too much in general "I- thank you for that, for being there" For staying, even when he, himself, wanted to run.

Seamus MacTunnag A wider grin edged around the corners of Seamus's mouth and eyes; despite that, he shook his head, bemused. "Aye, if ye wanna call it that, then sure." There were a lot of times he didn't quite feel like a hero, like there were times were he missed a step or took a wrong turn, hid away or back tracked entirely. But if he kept moving forward, didn't look back, he had learned that maybe, just maybe, things would get better. That he could learn to live with the things he had seen and what had been done in his life. Thank you for that, for being there. "'Course, Lachie. What else would I do?"

#I like talking this way cause it makes everything sound important (Writings) #S: At Als Potluck #c: Scrooge #tw plane crash #tw depressing thoughts #tw mentions of death #tw vague mentions of alcoholism #/it may not seem like it cause of the tags but it's actually a sweet thing #/This is a recap for the non-group friends so they can kind of understand the chaos

[buggy-d-hoe]

All for Adella ;)

Dang it, I should’ve known this would happen. KARMA hahaha ;(

What is their blood status (pureblood, muggleborn, etc)? What are their thoughts on the concept of blood status?

Adella is a pureblood on both sides (Ambrose is a Carrow and Lisette comes from a French line of Veela purebloods, however she is only 1/4). Ambrose raised Adella against his pureblood family’s beliefs. He taught her that magic never discriminated and to treat everyone, magic folk, and Muggles, the same. 

What is their wand wood and core?

 Aspen and Lisette’s hair strand 

Do they bring a pet to Hogwarts with them?

Ambrose gives her a black-banded owl which she affectionally named Hoodini. She didn’t realize that Hoodini was a girl until the owl kept trying to attack her when she kept using male pronouns. 

What Hogwarts house were they sorted into? Why did the hat put them in that house over the others? Was it a quick sorting or a hatstall? Are they happy with their sorting? What Hogwarts house would they least fit into?

Adella is sorted into Ravenclaw after the hat debated putting her in Hufflepuff for her welcoming nature (thanks to her upbringing by Ambrose). Seeing her eagerness to learn more about the wizarding world and magic in general, along with her wit, the hat probably sensed that she would benefit in Ravenclaw instead.

What subject is their favorite at Hogwarts? Which is their least favorite? Is their favorite the same as their best subject?

 Adella excels in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. Her least favorites are Potions (she does eventually grow to like it thanks to her tutor) and Astronomy. Between the two favorites, Adella’s best subject is Charms, but DADA is close behind.

What electives do they chose in third year?

Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. 

Do they earn more house points or do they lose more?

Maybe in the middle. She does get house points from answering whenever the other professors give other students a chance in Hermione’s presence. She did lose some house points when she first gets a charmed notebook from Draco because of the notes they write in class and her getting upset whenever he would write something to set her off. She also did throw out a hex spell on Pansy Parkinson after just having enough of the bullying and lost a good portion there. Ravenclaw was not happy as a result. 

How do they do on their OWLs? On their NEWTs?

Because of her ambition to become an Auror, Adella strived to get the best grades possible. On her OWLs, she received two Os (DADA and Charms), majority Exceeds Expectations and borderline Acceptable (Potions). Her father’s death and her living situation with the Carrows played a major role in her declining grades during her 6th year, but after she gets the emotional boost she needed, she was able to get E’s and above for her final results. 

Thoughts on Quidditch? Do they play? And if so what position do they play?

Adella paid no attention to Quidditch during the first two years because she only wanted to focus on her studies. She learns that Ambrose played on the Slytherin team and Lisette played at Beauxbatons, inspiring her to at least give it a chance. Madam Hooch did mention to Professor Flitwick that Adella did have some finesse on the broom after her first year, hence why he eventually approached Roger Davies to train her immediately when her third term started. She eventually becomes a Chaser for her third year, but a Keeper for her fifth year and beyond after the previous Keeper took a bludger to the face. She is decent and was well known for her agility. Draco would often remind Pansy that the girl he was interested was “definitely a Keeper” and she would never get the hidden meaning. 

What Wizarding treat (bertie botts, chocolate frogs, etc.) is their favorite?

Adella has a fondness for Pumpkin Pasties and Cauldron Cakes. She sat with Harry and Ron during their first year on the Hogwarts Express and with her joint funds with Harry bought one of everything off the cart. She DESPISES Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans because Ambrose brought a box home one time and it, unfortunately, contained all the disgusting ones. 

What is their Patronus? What happy memory do they use to conjure it?

A bat and the happy memory is bittersweet because it involves her receiving her mother’s hair as a core for her wand from Ambrose. 

What is their Boggart? What happens to it when they cast Riddikulus?

Adella is afraid of excessive gore because when she was younger, someone dressed up as a zombie for Halloween and they had fake blood squirting on her until the mechanism popped right in her face (think of Carrie). The boggart would probably be a zombie just dripping with blood and just gory all around. When Riddikulus is cast, the blood is turned into water and the zombie is probably slipping around like a cartoon character. 

What does Amortentia smell like to them?

Floral scents (represents her home in the countryside), sweets (Lisette used to bake and it’s Adella’s earliest memory of her), and a subtle scent of cologne (Draco). 

What spell is their favorite? Which do they use the most?

Glacius is Adella’s favorite because it was the first time she stood up against Pansy Parkinson in their third year after a Toenail-Growing hex was cast at her. It was a spell she worked hard to master (maybe an extra lesson from Professor Flitwick during Dueling Club) and it became an iconic spell in her arsenal. She used two spells the most and they were Protego and Expelliarmus. 

If they needed it, what form would the Room of Requirement take for them?

After year 5, Adella would probably use the Room of Requirement to probably turn into her bedroom back at her home in Somerset. She lost Ambrose after he was killed by his half-brother during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries and was forced to move in with the Carrows since they were her only blood family close by until Ambrose’s missing will named Arthur and Molly Weasley as her new guardians. She would probably lay in her bed and cry for long periods of time from the loss of both her parents and for how her paternal side treated her. 

If they trained as an Animagus what form would they take?

A fire-breathing chicken (her home in Somerset had a coop in their basement enchanted to keep from catching fire) after Ambrose brought one home. Why did he have one? Amos Diggory (Ambrose’s classmate back at Hogwarts and a friend) wanted to study it and since Ambrose lived in the countryside, he asked if he could leave it there and get periodical updates since his wife didn’t want it at their home. Adella likes farm life and has a fondness for birds. 

What do they do/want to do after Hogwarts?

Definitely become an Auror. Adella was inspired by Ambrose since she was a child. Although she didn’t him being called into work often, she knew that he and the other Aurors did their absolute best to keep the wizarding world safe. She declines an immediate recruitment and instead finishes her final year before accepting the position from Kingsley Shacklebolt. She works alongside Harry, Neville, and Ron. She marries Draco and while they were well off because of his family, Adella still continued to work because she didn’t want to become a stay-at-home mom and wanted to follow her father’s footsteps in helping make the wizarding world a safer place for her children. 

Which Unforgivable Curse would they be most likely to use? What would be the reason for it?

Definitely the Killing Curse. After her fifth year, Adella was a jumble of emotions. She was angry that her uncle killed her father and sought to avenge him, confused because she was afraid of what to do next and whether or not she was capable of moving on, and she hated the paternal side of her family because of their pure-blood beliefs and didn’t like that she mingled with Mudbloods, traitors and especially Muggles. 

Which Unforgivable Curse would they hate to have used on them the most?

Imperius hands down. She couldn’t control the fates of her parents and finding out that Draco was partially beguiled because of her Veela nature, the fact that her autonomy would be taken away definitely frightens her to the point that even the Killing Curse would be mercy for her. 

Which Deathly Hallow (wand, stone, or cloak) would they want? Why?

Given the deaths of her parents, she would give anything to have them back and wouldn’t hesitate to use the Resurrection Stone. 

#hp ask game #OC: Adella Benson #Fic: Resplendence #Thanks Maddie for helping me really plot more about Adella's character!

[katyspersonal]

Micolash’s gross “fascination”

An interpretation post. Okay okay okay so! I was revisiting Yahar'gul again, and it got me thinking of an interpretation of Mico's attitude!

So, basically, interesting thing about him is that when you play as a 'male' hunter - he gives you this mocking laugher before the 'oooh, majestic!' line, but! If you play as 'female' - he doesn't give this laugher. Cuts straight to the line. We joked about it as 'hahaha Micolash respects women, what an irony!' but... I just thought, that maybe the truth is a bit more disgusting, in a way.

So, I’ve noticed that the prevalent models used for the corpses petrified from Mensis ritual are some adult (?) guy, a young BOY, and a female figure repeating the clothes used for an OLD woman!

Additionally, we could speculate that the typical prisoners that fell victims of School of Mensis and the victims used in the ritual were all male, at least from how their clothes were lacking the upper piece.

The only piece where I feel like this whole idea gives a crack is the family that Afflicted Beggar clearly killed - as it features the same reused assets for the dead bodies! The young boy, the dude in top hat, and the same set that lonely old dear uses.

But, again, coulda easily been a family of a father, a son and a grandma, and varied voice tracks for Micolash depending on whether hunter is ‘male’ or ‘female’ could mean a thing. So, what am I thinking?

I am thinking Micolash might have unhealthy, creepy fascination with ‘female’ humans - namely, their capacity of birth. Think of it - why would he only really use adult males and little boys AND women wearing roughly same kind of outfit as a typical OLD woman of Yharnam? These are all demographic that is incapable of carrying and birthing. Males by design, and old females just not capable anymore.

Basically, at this rate I feel like he had a command to spare little girls and young(ish?) women, because... just this. Because they could yet to carry and birth a child. :/ Something Micolash worships and is utterly fascinated with. Everyone and their dog already pointed out that ‘mensis means ‘a month’‘ and that they have subtle connection to ‘monthly cycle’, but it might take deeper meaning.

It is very easily possible that One Reborn was the result of rituals of Pthumerians left in Yahar’gul after Micolash fucked off - hence why they kidnapped someone like Adella; it mattered very little for them what ‘meat’ to use to create One Reborn, nor Micolash could bonk their head for snatching a wrong one! Needless to mention that One Reborn is called ‘failed evil god’ in internal files, whereas Amygdala is called just ‘evil god’, so... they just tried to create an Amygdala.

( x )

Soooo... yeah. It is possible that they would NOT, in fact, have kidnapped a FERTIIIILE (!!!!!!!!!!!) woman in Mico’s watch.

And kidnapping Mergo to beckon red moon does not, in fact, contradict his possible fascination with the pregnancy and birth. I remind you - it is very unlikely that Mergo was killed, rather, they could not get the true physical form, so essentially, their cord IS their form!

Like... Yeah, all the ‘haahaa GEYYYYY’ jokes aside. It is possible interpretation that Micolash just... worships the ‘mothership’ so much that he, personally, doesn’t dare to touch a woman that can, or could be, a MOOOOTHER in the future. It is kind of... twisted admiration I guess? Of the functions of female organism as an ‘incubator’. I always got a feeling from him that he treats men as equal or inferior but ‘respects women in a way you wish he didn’t’, but I feel like at this rate this attitude is HINTED at :/

#bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #bloodborne theory #fandomry rambles #oh to conclude a lore based on something as simple as reused assets #but anyways his varying voice lines....... #he doesn't take being beaten by a WOOOOOMAN!!!!!!!!!!! easily #'wahh wahh why she hunts me she should stay home and B I R T H' like bitch stfu

[sealer-of-wenkamui]

Did Nightmare Frontier, once again boulders are the most deadly thing of all, though I didn’t get killed by them quite as much this time. Found out I was missing a rune that gives +100 to all resistances, and I also found the last Hunter Tool I was missing, I figured it was this one after seeing it in a Fauxsefka/Iosefka yuri doujin itsuki made... Getting to it though? Poison swamp (after being pushed by Patches), those squid things, a WINTER LANTERN.... I pretty much got it then died of frenzy right after, AS YOU CAN SEE BY THE WINTER LANTERN. I always have >40 insight too so uH that doesn’t help, poor Augustine probably always taking sedatives.

Despite doing better in NG+ overall, Amygdala actually took me more tries this time...? 4 vs. 2... But I think its more because I used Rakuyo this time, and its not as good for the fight as cane... my first death was me being stupid and getting squished, but the other 2? I got it within 2-3 hits left then COULDN’T REACH IT because Rakuyo doesn’t have the same range as transformed cane :’) In phase two it lifts its head and arms up more.... Still not a hard boss though, defiled is a different story I ended up finishing with a visceral followed by just shooting it so I could actually hit the head. And I look cool at the end.

I need to always remember to check for windows and stuff when taking elevators, turns out I had missed Formless Oedon and the messenger urns the first time....

This time I actually found the suspicious beggar, SUSPICIOUS INDEED as he was cannibalizing a corpse when I found him! I considered sending him to the clinic (Which I can apparently do despite killing Fauxsefka...?) but I got encouraged to fight him, so WHY NOT, though his dialogue was interesting and made me feel a bit bad... I mean its very true beasts are still people, Djura was making the same point... but uh... he was killing people as well... still... it was a bit tricky, abhorrent beasts have weirdly timed attacks as is, and that was not an ideal battlefield... I used some poison to help and won though.... and look, you can see Byrgenwerth from there!

...Still not sure what to do about Adella and Arianna this time, I’m killing so many people, even if one was experimenting on people and the other was eating them... Arianna is good though..... But seeing that side of Adella seems interesting.....

#bloodborne blogging #the choir set is not suited for most of these areas but CHOIR #i used white church for poison fun and ashen for the lanterns though #CHOIR SET DOESNT HELP MY ALREADY LOW FRENZY RESIST

[notforgottcn]

⧼    sophia bush, cis female, she/her   / when the bell tolls by anthony ramos   +   taking a leap even though you don’t know how far the fall is, hot coffee and ballet shoes, filling out late night paperwork because you don’t want to go home yet    ⧽   ━━   let me tell you a thing or two about ADELLA ROBBINS. the THIRTY SIX year old daughter of BRUCE WAYNE is a POLICE OFFICER in town, and has sometimes been referred to as THE PHOENIX. they’ve always seemed very DRIVEN & PHILANTHROPIC, though i’ve heard that they can be pretty ALOOF & UNFORGIVING, too. it’s common knowledge that they have NO ABILITY ; guess we shouldn’t get on their bad side, huh? 

tw: death, 

BIOGRAPHY ::

you’re more alike to your birthmother than you will ever know, you have her smile, her walk. that’s what bruce would tell you if you were to ever ask him. you don’t. you feel enough of her ghost on your shoulders without having more information about her. you know a name that is all you want from the woman who left you first.

you are left on the steps to wayne manor. sometimes when you’re sad you like to picture what alfred’s face looked like when he found you out there in january cold. you stay with there for two months. there are photos of you with your siblings. dick kept one for years it would seem. still even here where you’re supposed to be safe, you only last for so long before you’re sent away again.

mr and mrs robbins gave you the best childhood that they could, and for awhile the pain of your origins are tucked away neatly in a draw that you don’t open very much. instead you excel at your education, throwing yourself into dance lessons enjoying the moments you could snag with your parents (they were busy people, you learnt very quickly not to hold it against them).

still things become harder as you get older, you’re the odd one out at that fancy school  you attend. thought you’re not sure how they first found out. here is the first appearance of the fighter inside of you. it will be harder for you to ignore things now. your parents are called several times because you had lashed out at the people who had refused to leave you alone. you are told that were it not for your parents standing in the school community you would have likely been expelled. you are still incredibly proud of that black eye.

you take up martial arts as a compromise, with the understanding that you will behave in a manner more befitting your station in public. the fighting doesn’t really stop you just learn to mask your behaviour. a real sign that you are your fathers daughter.

at sixteen you’re sneaking into clubs making a name for yourself in the new york club scene. you only learn later that photos of you drunk and throwing up into a gutter are only going to undermine you later.

your parents passing in a mutant rights demonstration changes everything, throwing you into a world you’re not ready for. people want you to be an adult, but your nothing more than a child in your mother’s shoes. trying so hard but failing so fast. you easily see the bad sad of humanity, despite the fact that you come out relatively unscathed. it changes you, your angry and most importantly lonely. feelings that really wouldn’t go away.

the loneliness of being alone opens up things you had tidied away years ago. who were your birth parents? why did they give you up ? stupidly it would seem in hindsight you were trying to fill the space left by your parents with people you didn’t even know.

when the name on the test reads bruce wayne it stops everything. the first emotion you really remember is confusion. it was supposed to be someone you didn’t know, someone you could put behind you rather than someone who had been in the background for your entire life.

the first time you go to the mansion after the reveal you yell and scream as loud as your lungs could manage. how could he do this to you?? give you up to people who would manage to rip you apart. he hadn’t known, he couldn’t have, but you blame him for it anyway. him and them, the mutants that cause the accident, they’re the only ones you could, even as your brain tells you it’s stupid.

you remember telling him that you want nothing to do with him but even that doesn’t last too long. you move into the manor eventually, after digging your heels in and demanding to know everything. you find out about batman around the same time. the truth about your father, and as much as he knew about your mother.

that first year is hard, you are ripped from your life in new york and placed in a home that isn’t yours. the people in it are aching doing their best to heal from things that don’t involve you, and yet again you are unwanted by the majority a complication they don’t need.

still not everything in your life is bad, you are alive and for what it’s worth you have more family then you’ve ever had before. jason is the first to really make you feel at home. alfred assures you that the others will come around in time, you aren’t so sure.

taking up the cowl was technically dick’s idea, though you couldn’t become batgirl without permission from babs. just like everyone else in your family the bat becomes an outlet for your anger, a way to enact change and for a year you love it. you make the mantel your own and in some ways you’ve never felt more alive then you do in gotham at night.

just like everything else in life however it is possible to outgrow the hero antics and at nineteen you are more than ready to be something more than just batman’s sidekick. so you follow your heart and you leave. the next few years are a bit of lost time. you travel a lot (you parent’s money lets you) never really staying in one place for too long. still that doesn’t mean you don’t try for some form of stability. england is your favorite, grey skies and cups of tea, but somehow you always end up back in the states. especially after things there end badly. you get your heart broke and you can’t see the direction your pointing in anymore.

how predictable that you’d end up in new york again, some days feeling like you’d never even really left at all. still this time your not some wealthy girl. you’re enrolled in the police academy, you work your ass off and you’re on the streets by the time your twenty seven. it’s the perfect balance for you between the rush you used to get as batgirl but also working within the law. you can’t help but enjoy the fact you don’t need to cover your face.

still you’ve picked up a habit of moving on: new york, star city, gotham you’ve worked in each of them. paragon was an odder choice, after so long running from your family, your birth father’s legacy, but at the same time it feels like a good way of touching base for a while. besides, with everything that goes on in town, it’s probably a good idea to have a cop on hand who actually knows how the hero gig works.

FACTS ::

addy still dances but it’s more as a stress relief than anything close to professional.

her entire life goal (when it comes to the batkids) is to be considered the cool aunt though the extent to which that actually is questionable.

she has two cats toodles (x) and watson (x) and they’re her favorite thing in her whole world.

she functions entirely on caffeine, yes she knows it’s bad but it’s not a habit that she can see herself breaking.

a massive disney nerd!! she’s not sorry for it.

RELATIONSHIPS ::

family ;;

bruce wayne - father/ sperm donor. she doesn’t want this thanks.

alfred pennyworth - grandfather figure / secret keeper. they’re very close.

dick grayson - adopted brother / mentor. brings out the best in her.

jason todd - adopted brother / best friend. jason understands more than most.

tim drake - adopted brother / confidant. they go for coffee it’s cute.

cassandra cain - adopted sister / favorite batman. strong girls supporting strong girls

damian wayne - brother / terror. their dynamic is interesting at the best of times.

important ;;

adrian trevor - lost love / once in a lifetime. think luke and lorelai with extra angst.

friends ;;

andrea hill - close friend / ride or die. the person addy would call with a body.

ziva mizrahi - work friends / . someone addy trusts to have her back.

wanted connections ;;

travel buddies!! - anyone that she could have traveled with or met when travelling.

all the brotps: honestly give her friends.

anyone she could have interacted with as a cop good or bad.

league kids she’s keeping an eye on.

league kids her own age she likes to get a drink with.

any other kid she might feel protective of because lbr that’s all of them.

#sidekick.intro

[panicked-nights]

Be my husband, I’ll be your wife {SIREN}

Things get a little serious on New Year's Eve.

Triggers: None

@attina-the-responsible​

PANIC Honestly Panic and Attima had more bad luck at town celebrations than they had good luck at them. That of course didn't stop them from dressing warm and heading out to see the acorn drop like it did every year. And just like every town celebration nothing stopped people from going out and seeing what there was to offer. It didnt stop Panic from tucking a small box into his jacket along with his phone either. Nor did it stop him from taking his girlfriend's hand and treating her to hot chocolate when they got closer to the stand. And it didnt stop him from kissing his girlfriend sweetly in front of everyone.  "This year is the year everything changes. New year different bullshit and better bullshit?" Panic teased taking her hand back into his.

 ATTINA: Attina loved New Year’s. Despite her rather pessimistic, anxious attitude, she was actually rather optimistic on the whole. And New Year’s was always a time to start fresh! That’s how Attina saw it. It was a time to leave the year before behind and look ahead. And there was plenty to look towards with excitement— Most prominently took the shape of Attina’s ever growing stomach, tucked up in layers tonight but still slightly visible if one looked closely enough (which was potentially on purpose.) She walked with a spring in her step, despite the unbalanced equilibrium, and smiled into the kiss when it was offered. "That sounds about right," she agreed with a little laugh, giving his hand a squeeze. "I am hoping for the better bullshit but you can never tell in this town. Any new year’s resolutions?"

 PANIC One could only hope for better bullshit and it wasnt like Panic could whisk Tina away like some people did. He would if he could. Convince her to explore the world and see everything she may have once dreamed of. He wished she could. As it was. Where she was was his home. "I'm just hoping for better bullshit tonight to be honest. I'd like a nice calm acorn drop.... wow did that actually come out of my mouth." Panic pretended to shiver pulling Attona closer. "Oh no I'm becoming sentimental."

 ATTINA: Attina laughed, stumbling into Panic’s side. "Oi, you’re going to make me drop my hot cocoa," she pouted at him, though she was still smiling and took a pointed little sip. "I don’t know if it is too sentimental to want things to go calmly. I always prefer that to the alternative." As she thought, briefly, of those alternatives, her free hand strayed down to the curve of her stomach, as it had been wont to do the past weeks.

 PANIC Panic isn't even hesitate as he steadied Attina. Her balance was off and he knew that and well she was precious in general but considering she was pregnant Panic was a lot more cautious as well. "At least dont drop it on me. I quite like this jacket." Panic teased putting one hand in his pocket flipping his phone around in his hand. "I think its sentimental when it never mattered to me. Most people expect the demon to thrive in chaos."

 ATTINA: Attina snorted and rolled her eyes a bit. Panic and his ~cool leather jackets. (Not that Attina didn’t like a good leather jacket, no no, they were very sexy.) "Well, most people think you-know-whats are monsters too, so—yay us! breaking stereotypes!" She rolled her eyes again, though this time not at Panic but at the world. It was the reason, in the end, it didn’t matter to her that Panic was a demon. Only in the confusing, technical, navigating a relationship with two people in one body kind of way did it matter. But otherwise: Panic was Panic. He’d showed her his heart and she trusted it.

 PANIC Panic grinned at her snort. It was very silly he knew but it made him smile nonetheless. Even if she was muttering about their stereotypes. There wasnt much that could be done about that. Panic wasnt someone who wanted to change the world. Just live in it peacefully. "I'd say we could be monsters together. But I feel like that doesnt sound as romantic outloud as it does in my head."

 ATTINA: Attina laughed at that, a proper out-loud kind of bark, gigglesnort-thing that had people looking at her from nearby. It wasn’t romantic, not really. A little over a year ago, she wouldn’t have laughed at all. She would not have found it very funny. But what were you supposed to do, when you lived in a world where you and the person you loved couldn’t reveal your identities for fear of swift and merciless persecution? "You’re starting to sound like Andrina," she warned him with a chuckle. "I think it could be romantic in its own way, I suppose." She tilted her head to the side as if thinking about it, but really she was just resting her head on Panic’s shoulder now. "Except I don’t think either of us are monsters. The world isn’t that black and white."

 PANIC Well at least if he wasnt being romantic he was being funny. That was all worth it. The funny thing was while Tina might not have seen them as monsters. Panic had grown up thinking he was one. Even now he thought he was one. "Please never tell her that I dont think either one if us will survive knowing we sound like one another." Panic joked though he moved his attention to the acorn drop. "I'll have to up my romance game then."

 ATTINA: Attina snorted a little, rolling her eyes for a third time. Of all her sisters, she was least concerned for any animosity that Andrina may harbor towards her boyfriend. And yes, she knew it existed. They were both very good at pretending it didn’t. Besides: Andrina knew Panic made Attina happy and that he was good to her. And, as far as Attina knew, Andy and Panic were on decent enough terms. It wasn’t like Attina’s past boyfriends, where everyone had commented on how terrible they were and predicted their inevitable doom. (To be fair: Paul has also escaped such venom.) But the thing was: Attina had always been aware her boyfriends were shitty. Being treated well was still a novelty to her and she did not take it for granted. Especially not now, when she knew she had to tread carefully and not demand too much of Panic, lest he collapse under more weight than she’d ever put on any of her previous boyfriends. It was partially this fear that made her hesitant to criticize Panic’s romance. Not that she would anyway—despite her hopeless romantic tendencies, Attjna didn’t demand much. She knew she was a basket case and also easy to please. A surprise bouquet of flowers would sate her romantic appetite for at least a month. And she did think Panic did a very good job, so it was only partially in interest of placating him that she disagreed. "I think your romance is just fine," Attina told him, snuggling against his arm. "Just give me a New Year’s kiss and I’ll be good until Valentine’s Day."

 PANIC Oh Panic didn't like that. He assumed it was a joke, but that didn't mean that he liked it all that much. He would never let up on the romance. Not when they had their daughter on the way too. "I'll let you think that's all I'm doing and then surprise you with something else." Panic planned on a lot of surprises in the future. Attina deserved the world and while he didn't know if he could give it to her, he would try. "Do you have any resolutions for the new year?" Panic asked turning them to walk among all the New Years decorations.

 ATTINA: Attina raised her eyebrows, but she wasn’t going to complain about her boyfriend insisting on being romantic. She wasn’t going to expect much romance—or try not to anyway—but she also wasn’t going to say no. "Alright, I suppose that’s acceptable," she teased him as they started walking. They strolled, Attina distracted by all the twinkling lights that had been up since before Christmas, until Panic spoke again. "Hmmm," she hummed. "Travel, maybe. Though, I suppose that’s not realistic with a baby in tow. But even just up to London might be nice, I haven’t traveled in so long. And—be a good mother, I think. I don’t know how to...quantify that but I want to try." She tried not to worry about being a mum too much, and she didn’t, not really, because she really had done it so much and knew she had a mothering nature, but it was already so different. "What about you?"

 PANIC Panic hadnt really cared about twinkly lights before honestly his and Pain's apartment hadnt had a christmas tree the other yeara they were here either. But twinkly lights at Christmas that were still up at new years was perfect. And people disbursing to stay warm or get closer to the acorn drop just made the moment more perfect for them. "I want to be a good Father too." Panic started nodding at the very idea however they quantified it. At least they would be making a difference in her life. "We will have to try and make a trip out to Percy's family. They will want to see her as weird as that might be so there's some traveling." But things just for him. "I want to try learning a new skill. I'm not sure what yet but something I just do." Not connected to Pain or Percy.

 ATTINA: It was weird, but at the same time, Attina kind of liked the idea of it. She was used to a big family. And she wanted her daughter to be surrounded by people. An extra set of grandparents never hurt anyone. So, she just smiled and nodded a little at that and his next resolution too. "Ooh, that’s a good one. Like what? If you want to learn an instrument my family has you covered." She didn’t mention she could teach him, because she very rarely ever talked about her own musical talent. "Or Mellie has you for artistry. If you want sports, Aqua. Lana could teach you photography. Andy can show you how to hack. We’re a regular Von Trapp family." A joke she made a lot. What? It was true!

 PANIC That was a lot of options. Ones he hadnt even considered. Well I already started to learn BSL with Adella so that wouldnt count. Maybe something calm like drawing would be interesting. I dont even know what instrument would be fun to play and Idont want to be the typical man who only learns the guitar cause it looks cool." PANIC explained getting them finally to the perfect place where the lights dipped around a park bench. A lovely little halo of lights. "Do you wanna sit at all? We will be on our feet for the rest of the night at this rate. "

 ATTINA: Attina could give him a whole list of options: piano maybe most suited to those dexterous chef fingers, but there was nothing wrong with a solid guitar. There was also more complicated choices like a sax or harp, but those were instruments you grew up with. Ones that you understood with the innate sense of a native language. "Uhm, hm—maybe. I’m not incapable of walking long distances yet, though." She said this even as she took a seat, pulling him down next to her. She kissed his cheek. "We can’t see the ball drop from over here, we’re going to miss it." Even though it was still a while off, Attina didn’t know the exact time, she’d been ~living in the moment. Another, more secret, resolution of hers.

 PANIC No Tina of course wasn't incapable of walking distances yet but he wanted her sitting so he'd pretend if he needed to. Still he sat with her glancing around and once down at his phone careful to keep the box where it was. While he couldnt make sure everyone was where they needed to be he had the right time and he had to trust that everyone else would as well. "I think we've got a solid hour at the very least till we need to get closer. Do you wanna know another resolution of mine?"

 ATTINA: Attina briefly glanced down at Panic’s phone as he pulled it out to check the time. He was right, they had plenty of time. Which was nice, both because the decorations were beautiful and also, okay, maybe her feet hurt a little. The dreaded swollen feet soon on the horizon. Attina had made a pact with herself not to complain about the maladies of pregnancy post-morning sickness finishing. Good Vibes Only. And, really, she didn’t much feel like complaining anyway. She thought it was pretty amazing, even if she would detest the stretch marks and ultimate damage. She was not immune to mermaid vanity. However, she wasn’t really thinking about that—or much at all—simply enjoying the quiet and the buzzing anticipation of the new year. At Panic’s question, Attina tilted her head a little, for the first time sensing something might be up. "Of course," she told him, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "What is it?"

 PANIC Honestly Panic had this ring for a few months now. Had glanced around even sooner than that. Just in case something perfect came up. It wasnt hard to get Attina's ring size. Not when she had 6 sisters and he knew all of them. So he was prepared. He just wanted to make it special and it felt pretty special having it done just before new years with Lana ready to take pictures and the most if not all her sisters hovering somewhere in the general vicinity. He had done all that he could to make sure it was as special given the current situation. So with her question Panic twisted around so he was kneeling on one knee infront of her and finishing out the box from his jacket pocket opening it to a simple gold band with green and white gems. "I was hoping I could be a good fiance as well. I know we've done a lot of things backwards but Attina I've known you're the one for me since the moment we met and we were fake married for a week. I know I would have proposed to you given the chance and I know I want you in my life for however long that might be. I love you with all my heart and everything that I am. Will you marry me?"

ATTINA: For someone who had imagined this moment her whole life, when it finally came, she was a little slow on the uptake. In her defense: she was expecting a resolution, not a proposal! The reality dawned on her a little late and for the first few seconds, she only stared at Panic, then dropped her gaze down to the ring, which twinkled prettily in the festive lights. When her gaze flicked back up, her eyes were shimmering with tears and she covered her mouth with a hand. The words Panic spoke were somehow perfect—leaving not an ounce of doubt in Attina. Not in that moment. Her insecurities had slipped away like a school of fish, spooked by the surety of Panic’s love. She smiled and then nodded—and then, forgot to say anything. "Oh! Right! Yes! Yes, definitely yes!" she told him, her legs bouncing slightly with excitement before she leaned forward to throw her arms around his neck, almost knocking them both off balance.

 PANIC Panic had learned a lot of things about his girlfriend in the months they dated. Broke up and dates again. He knew the quirks and he knew sometimes how her mind worked. He knew that she would say yes. Even as the seconds slipped by waiting for things to process in her mind. ( of course he knew she would say yes he wouldn't have mentioned it to her family if he wasnt) He was quick to wrap his arms around her when she hugged him. Now that was the reaction he was expecting. Or well he was expecting to be knocked on the ground by her. "Well let me put this ring on your finger then so the whole world knows you've said yes."

ATTINA: For the record: under other circumstances, Attina definitely would’ve knocked Panic to the ground, but she couldn’t exactly do that at this angle from sitting on the bench—she was already smooshing her stomach enough just leaning over to hug him. Not that it was painful or anything, the angle was just wrong for a full on tackle-hug. However, she liked to think she squeezed him tight enough to make up for it. So intent on the hugging was she that Attina had forgotten about the ring, honestly. Which was part pregnancy-brain and part oh-my-neptune-I’m-engaged!-brain. But Panic was right, it wasn’t official until she got the ring on her finger. As soon as he mentioned it, she popped back and smiled wide, tears now bubbling over the lids of her eyes. She’d like to blame this on hormones too, but absolutely no one would believe her. She wiggled her fingers at him until he slipped the ring on and she held it up to admire it in the light. Attina loved her jewelry, she wore plenty of it: rings and bracelets and necklaces and earrings. Jewelry was a large part of mermaid culture and engagement and wedding rings were actually something the human world and mermaids shared. (Though both sexes wore them and on a different finger.) She’d never worn something on her left ring finger, though, leaving it for that special piece of jewelry. It felt a little funny on her finger but she just twisted her hand about in the light, admiring it. “Ooooh, it’s perfect!” she declared and then leaned over to kiss him, her left hand coming up to cup his jaw as she did so.

 PANIC Panic loved the blubbering tears in Attina's eyes. She was emotional and he was her rock. But that didnt stop his eyes over with tears as he smiled at her. Admiring the ring on her finger before taking her face in his hands so even if she hadnt brought him in for a kiss he would have kissed her. "Fair warning your sisters are around here so play nice." Panic whispered when they separated glancing around for them briefly before returning his gaze to his fiancee.

 ATTINA: The kiss was sweet and good. Full of promises and resolutions and the future. All things good. Even the quirk in all her furious planning (now she had to add a wedding to buying a house and baby stuff!!) wasn’t a problem. Not at all. If anything—it made her excited. She could easily make room for being a wife. For having a husband. When the kiss broke, she was still smiling and crying and giggled a bit as she caught sight of the tears glistening in Panic’s own eyes. She scrunched her nose playfully at him, her smile getting even wider. Her sisters were here?! "They knew?! Those bitches,” she hissed, but didn’t mean it at all. She leaned in and kissed Panic again. “Oh!” The kiss broke. “Are there pictures?!" She gave a delighted squeal and popped up off the bench, dragging Panic with her. “C’mon! We’ve got to go look! Oh! And tell Daddy! And tell Alex and Piper and Simba and Nala and Ella and—post on Instagram!" she said all in one breath.

#attina the responsible #otp: i know #otp: I will #otp: apple of my eye

[musesatyourservice]

“A girl rescued me. She was singing. She had the most beautiful voice.”

                                      Princess Ariel of Atlantica

Indie Ariel from Disney’s The Little Mermaid

Will RP in AUs and Crossovers.

Open for shipping and open to RPing with all.

(Bio on Blog) and under Read More

General

Full Name: Princess Ariel of Atlantica (Atlantis)

Age: 18+

Occupation: Princess, Queen

Orientation: Pansexual

Religion: Pagan

Location: Denmark and off the coast of Denmark in Atlantica

Nationality: Atlantean and Danish

Social Class: Royalty

FC: Holland Roden

Family

Mother: Queen Athena

Father: King Triton

Sisters:  Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Adella and Alana

Pets:  Spot (killer whale), Stormy (seahorse), Beau (horse), Max (dog)

Personality

Qualities: Adventurous, curious, brave, kind

Flaws: Naive, doesn't always listen to advice, rebellious to the point of getting herself hurt

MBTI: ENFP-A - The Campaigner

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Enneagram: Type 4 - The Individualist

Likes: The ocean, dancing, singing, humans

Dislikes: Being told what to do, tradition (in so far that it stops advancements)

Biography

Notes: I will portray Ariel as 18+. And yes I know canonically she gets married to Eric but that doesn't mean it will keep me from shipping!

CHILDHOOD

Ariel was the seventh and last daughter of King Triton and Queen Athena. Her childhood was full of singing and learning and spending time with her family, that was until a pirateship attacked her and her family during her parent's annivesary.

Her father was able to carry her and three of her sisters to safety while two of her sisters dove into the water from the little cove. Her oldest sister however got her tail caught between two rocks, her mother is able to free her. Athena, however, was trying to save the music box Triton gave to her for their anniversary but ended up being killed by the pirate ship.

After her death, Triton was understandably worried for the safety of his kingdom, he enforced a stricter guard and pressed strict rules on his daughters. Ariel was also afraid of the humans, especially pirates, but even still, she was curious about them. It was when she saw some humans rescuing a dolphin that she knew that not all humans had to be bad and her interest was sparked.

Ariel is the fastest mermaid in all of Atlantica, and she had the biggest collection of human objects which she kept stashed away. She was well known for her singing and would perform with her sisters.

BECOMING A HUMAN

It was a little while before Ariel became adamant that she wanted to become a human, and her father refused her request. She began to feel like it was hopeless, and once her father destroyed her grotto, she fled from him and found solace in a seawitch named Ursula. Ursula granted her her wish, to meet the man she had saved and have him kiss her within three days. If she didn't, well she would regret ever trying. Ursula took her voice and turned her into a human.

She found the prince easily and even though she couldn't speak they began to fall for each other, and just before they ended up kissing. Ursula in disguise came along to fool him using Ariel's own voice.

Ariel failed to get the kiss and Ursuala brought her back to the ocean, and began to turn her into one of her pylops. But her father exchanged his life for his, but this allowed Ursula to take over his power. Eventually Eric and Ariel defeated Ursula.

After, she watched as Eric swam back to the shore and her father watched her, realizing that perhaps not all humans were bad after all and used his trident to grant her wish, and she finally became human.

#disney rp #ariel rp #the little mermaid rp #prince eric rp #disney princess rp #indie rp #{Who Says that My Dreams Have to Remain Just Dreams} Ariel of Atlantis

[gary36]

GM II: Point of View

Of the three of us only Adella had a car. She drove a Lincoln Towncar with the softop convertible option she never used. She always ran the heat and the defrost at full blast. Every time Kyrie and I rode with her we arrived sweaty. If Adella understood our plight she didn't bring it up. The only theater, Projectory, was on the opposite side of town from Adella's home. We took Demeter road because it cut right through the center of town. I love that drive. The streetlights are all old fashioned with intricate metalwork and glass globes burning warm yellow. The cold was settling in with the night, it was still too hot in Adella's Towncar but we weren't sweating. Halfway to our destination we passed the old Moore building, it's tall sharp steeple reaching up to poke pinholes in the night sky.

BAWNG BAAAAWNG BAAAWNNNG

The old bronze bell reverberated as we neared the Moore building. Former church, former school, former courthouse, current playground for underprivileged youth. The bell was loud. They liked to hit it with a hammer.

"What will it be next I wonder?" I said from the passenger seat, craning my neck around to try and glimpse the percussionist atop the steeple.

"Who knows?" Kyrie mumbled from the back disinterested, mostly to herself "Someone would have to buy it. Right?"

"Is it for sale? I've never seen a sign." I chewed my thumbnail delicately in thought. "It should be preserved a... relic." I glanced to Adella for input. Her hands were on 10 and 2. Her eyes were on the road. She didn't comment.

There wasn't much of a line at Projectory. Kyrie and I insisted Adella pick the film since it was her birthday. Kyrie agreed to buy the tickets if I got food. Adella mulled over the decision a long time. She stood before several posters, lingering on some more than others. I noticed her interest in "Womanimalia" the story of women who could transform into animals founding their own country. She nearly chose "Mortuary Melody" the story of a mortician who found magic shoes that let her dance with the dead. In the end she picked "Nick of Time." A mystery to me. Kyrie audibly gagged when the choice was made but did not protest. Adella was beaming as her ticket was ripped.

I spent everything my parents had given me on popcorn, fruit flavored polygons, and a 44 oz cup. The contents of the cup was subject to much debate. I wanted dark sweet soda and Kyrie wanted clear citrusy soda. Adella had veto power but she wanted absinthe and was absolutely outraged that the local movie theater didn't have any and wouldn't have sold it to her in any case. We drank green sweet citrusy soda as a compromise. We got good seats. There wasn't much competition. It's a small town. It was a Thursday. When the lights went out Kyrie was on my right trying to eat all the popcorn so she could refill it before the trailers were over, she only ate one piece at a time but her right hand moved so fast it almost ceased to exist. Adella was on my left and I was acutely aware that her shoulder very very slightly touched mine, she would sip the soda and say "That man watered down our drink, it's a good thing you didn't tip him." or "That infant in the front row has a sliver of popcorn kernel stuck in his gums. The boy's mother should do something."

Our feature presentation. As it turned out, "Nick of Time" was about a man named Nick who wandered into a time traveling elevator. Upon discovering the machine he accidentally sends himself to the Battle of Waterloo. After narrowly escaping with his life he forms a plan. He would use the elevator to prevent his mother from dying during the fire that burned down his childhood home. He fails, barely. He fails to rescue his mother from the inferno, but saves his younger self. Adult Nick perishes in the fire trying desperately to save his mother. The younger Nick dedicates himself to science and invents a time traveling elevator to go back and meet the man who saved him. When his elevator collides with the original Nick's elevator they both perish. Nick's mother never enters the burning building to save her son because an explosion knocked her unconscious. When she awakens to find her son perished in the fire she is mad with grief. However, by examining the wreckage of the two elevators she is able to make one working time machine. Nick's mother goes back to the day before she ever bought the house and burns it to the ground. Fin.

Adella seemed to enjoy the film but she never seemed invested, like she found the twists predictable. Kyrie fell asleep.

As we filed out of the theater Kyrie expressed a desire for more popcorn and Adella asked if she could please have more absinthe. I volunteered to refill. They left for the Projectory parking lot and the Towncar. When I was waiting in line to refill the popcorn I saw a familiar face. Owen cruised up to me on his in-line skates that were certainly not allowed inside. We went to the same school. He casually flipped his hair and grinned "What's up?"

"Hanging out with Adella on her birthday."

"You're still friends with her? She hasn't been to school in months."

"Of course. She's in mourning."

"But she did all that weird stuff and she was caught cheating on those tests. I thought she'd been locked in a psych ward. I mean she attacked-"

"Look. I'll be the first to admit she's acting weird. Sometimes I don't even recognize her but who knows what you would do if you lost your mother?"

"All I'm saying is get yourself some wheels," he said holding up one skated foot "before she comes after YOU with a blowtorch." He smiled "Anyway what are you doing tomorrow?"

"Fuck off, Owen." I had my beverage. I had my corn. I got gone.

When I made it to the Towncar Adella was sitting on the hood sobbing. Kyrie had her arms wrapped around Adella's shoulders.

I opened my mouth to speak but Adella was first. She had to stop for breath as her tears fought her words "I'm sorry... I know I've been... acting strange. It's just... I hear... Things. I try to ignore it. I don't... recognize myself either. Ever since... and dad is acting so... distant."

"Adella, what's going on?" Kryie asked before I could.

She looked right at me blinking back tears "I heard you and Owen talking."

Kyrie bounded towards me and got in my face "What did you say?"

"I saw Owen inside..." I said dumbly "Where were...?"

"Out here!" She roared and gestured at the parking lot "You should know by now that she can hear you!"

The Towncar started up. The lights came on.

"Kyrie, this is different." I said. "This is impossible."

The Towncar peeled out of the parking lot with a squeel. By the time we looked Adella was a hundred yards away.

Kyrie and I looked at each other and then set our sites on the car. Kyrie broke into a sprint. I was close behind. We had to catch her. Adella needed help. She needed friends. It wasn't her fault. Adella had been having trouble remembering things. She couldn't always remember who she was. She couldn't always remember where she was. Sometimes she knew when people were thinking about her. Sometimes she knew them better than she knew herself. Sometimes Adella felt like she was stuck inside another person. Adella felt like she was here. Now.

#writing #ghost mold #l'amour looks something like queue