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hopelesscalico · 1 year

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Summuruay and i might ask more in depth from there 👍

ok!! o7 my preface is that i am a big ttrpg player so quite a few of these stories are owed in part to my friends + my boyfriends!! but i have plenty of original projects too :)

first up: WHOREVILLE! whoreville is a ttrpg campaign dmed by my wonderful boyfriend @rin0a! it was poorly named as a joke a little over three years ago when we started playing it and now we are all (unfortunately) much too attached to the name to try and change it. whoreville is set in a modern fantasy setting, where elves and magic and other similarly fantastical things exist alongside iphones. we follow a party of 5 characters (zoey, aurelia, twig, celeste, and minseo) as they are tormented by tempus, the god of both war and being extremely gay-coded! the party is basically played with like little dolls, being forced into problem after problem because tempus loves to make a certain dryad man (and company) suffer for his own amusement. they spend most of their time solving various other peoples problems as well as uncovering their own pasts bc their secrets are often exposed against their will. (the party is full of little mentally ill little liars) the question continues to arise: WHY US???? AHHH!!!

my most important character in whoreville (and also of all time) is AURELIA CERVANTES!!!! she’s a 19 year old half-elf girl who is as dumb as she is kind! she loves to talk, loves meeting new people, and is intensely emotional at all times. her very favorite things are her friends, dogs, fashion and romance! she is extremely silly, bisexual, and full of LIES!!! while aurelia initially appears to be a fairly well-adjusted girl, her happy-go-lucky demeanor masks an extremely turbulent past (and present!) of struggling with incredibly severe mental illness. she has a methodical system in place to make herself seem as “normal” as possible at all times. she is also in head over heels love with her fellow party member and best friend zoey (the aforementioned dryad man) but he has yet to catch her drift being that he is so dense you could probably smash a brick on his head and he wouldn’t notice.

i am also in possession of a retired pc named EDEN LIETO! eden is a 25 year old faun woman who is extremely and unequivocally lame and could be accurately described as Constantly having a stick up her ass. she’s extremely quick to anger, and she’s incredibly blunt at best and outright mean at worst. buuuut… internally, eden is a very kind lady who has had to harden up throughout the course of a very difficult life. she has devoted her life to the selfless goal of helping as many children in need as she possibly can. she just… struggles a lot with feelings. she is not currently in play in whoreville being that her character arc is pretty much over and she has moved back in to live with her family in her hometown (after leaving home as a teenager) but! she does still exist.

secondly: SENTENCE REPOSE! sentence repose is a… i guess you could say part collaborative writing project part roleplay part?? ttrpg campaign, sort of, hypothetically? again, the world was thought up by my boyfriend rinoa! the plot follows lil homie gay ass (a campy little 13 year old named isaac) and his quest to get vengeance on the corrupt government responsible for the deaths of them and their entire town (after being brought back to life by the son of the man who killed him). isaac doesn’t work completely alone, though! he travels with a group of people from various backgrounds, initially recruited by isaac as temporary assistance but the 8 of them end up working together as a longer term arrangement. the story follows each of them over the span of many years as they slowly work to tackle the monolith that is SENTENCE MOTION…. (the miserable government/corporation/monarchy hybrid that runs their country)

JOAN GAYE-WAZOWSKI is one of 2 characters i own who travel the party! she’s a 16-year old elf girl who was turned into a robot by isaac’s estranged father in order to optimize her own quest for vengeance. she is seeking to avenge the deaths of her long-deceased parents, who she believes to have been murdered by the government. (they weren’t.) she prides herself on her bizarre nature, deliberately utilizing words that haven’t been used since 1930 mid-conversation to disarm anyone foolish enough to converse with her. basically, she talks like she’s playing 4d chess. her hobbies include making dangerous chemical concoctions with no safety gear, publishing shitty yaoi-artstyle art on deviantart, and being annoying on purpose.

LUCIEN SHIROSAWA is my other main sentence repose character! he’s an incredibly gentle and kind 14 year old human boy who loves babies, dad rock, and bad y/a romance. lucien is a boy on a quest to prove their worth as an adventurer, after being largely ignored by their neglectful parents their entire life. (parents who just so happen to be employed by the very corrupt government the party is seeking to dismantle! would you look at that!) largely, lucien is much too nice for his own good, and struggles with extreme gender dysphoria as well seeing his disabled body as valuable.

next would be my own ttrpg campaign, SIGNPOST! iiiiiim the dm of signpost! it’s about working together to stop the end of the world, friendship-is-magic bullshit, and a whole lot of dyke drama. there are 8 main characters in signpost, 5 of those being npcs belonging to me and 3 of them belonging to various friends of mine.

my first npc is C1C4D4 VON CARINON!! c1c4d4 is a 26 year old wild elf + tgirl computer scientist who works heavily in robotics and is an aspiring SUPERVILLAIN!!!! NYAHAHAHAHA!!!! c1c4d4 is a weirdgirl, first and foremost. she is a self described “evil genius” who loves to make fun of people and get up to mischief for her own amusement. she’s mean, she’s a loser, and she thinks she’s much, much, cooler than she is. but it’s ok!! she’s funny about it!! >:3c

c1c4d4 works alongside famed assassin LILY VON CARINON. lily is an uptight 28 year old human woman who is in incredible homodenial and has been for a period of many years. she’s unbelievably cagey about her life, emotions, and interests, and she dedicates nearly all of her free time to doing work. she is obsessed with coming off as cool, calm, collected, and incapable of having human feelings. her and her coworker/roommate/best friend c1c4d4, though, are unbelievably in love with each other. both of them are so out of touch with their emotions, though, that they basically just live the lifestyle of a married couple without being formally in a relationship. (notice they have the same last name? yeah.)

JIMMY OF THE SEAS is a 38 year old demigod of the ocean! he is the epitome of a claire’s girl except grown up and gone transgender. he’s loud, eccentric, talkative, and constantly frantically jumping from task to conversation to task again. he has a bit of difficulty keeping on track, and usually just tends to go with the flow and listen to his impulses. ae’s the son of the ocean goddess, maraniah, who is… not the most thoughtful of parents. ae has spent a lot of aer life dealing with the societal pressure of being related to a major deity. not fun!

JUSTIN TOLINOV is earths most miserable guy!! :( he is a 37 year old human man who is unbelievably catatonically depressed. because of this, he tends to be just a little bit… boring. he’s a sweet guy, though! he’s incredibly overworked and constantly stressed due to his inability to say no to other people in any circumstance. his hobbies include crying when his friends argue, prematurely wrinkling, and doing exactly what everyone else wants him to do all the time.

and finally there is DANELA!!!! danela is the silliest pinkest tiefling girl of all time who the party found wandering alone in the woods with total amnesia. she doesn’t remember anything but her own first name! (including how old she is.) she is upbeat, naive, and is slowly relearning everything about the world one step at a time. it’s hard to stay mad at her, considering that she kind of acts like an overgrown child. she likes to bite people and try putting new things into her mouth (whether that be pop-tarts or human blood) she loves baking (even if she is terrible at it) and her friends! yippee!!!!!!!

MICHISINO is a ttrpg campaign dmed by my friend @crashed-on-mars !! it’s set on our normal planet earth, but with the bonus addition of monsters! monsters are largely discriminated against by humankind and are forced to try and exist under the radar of humans. our main adventuring party is made up of 4 different monsters + 1 human girl. mostly, the party is trying very hard to live their little domestic family lifestyle and being interrupted by The Horrors 😱

MYLEEN “MJ” KALASHNIK is a 26 year old ukrainian woman! she was born human but was cursed as a teenager and is now a freaky three-winged three-horned creature lady! she struggles socially and tends to be kind of awkward and emotionally distant because of it. but she’s just a silly really. she just has severe mental issues. she used to have an insatiable need to eat human brains but don’t worry she got better. 😁 also she is fully and genuinely obsessed with her…. Platonic Coparent miriam aka blackjack who belongs to bobby grasslandbutch. she has severe autistic girl swagger. and also female absent father swagger. hobbies include playing the google snake game and killing herself

TETYANA “ANA” KALASHNIK is mj’s 12 year old younger sister/child that she adopted! ana is obsessed with mj and thinks she is the coolest person ever to be born. mj is her number one role model of all time, which mj hates deeply because she insists she is not a good person to look up to (and. she’s right) ana is just generally super chipper and friendly and goofy and she loves soccer and sonic the hedgehog. she has the need to like Prove Herself which is not really going well being that she is 12

OK PSA. IM GOING TO TRY AND MAKE THE REST OF THESE SHORTER BECAUSE IM REALIZING HOW LONG THESE ARE

i have a couple of other miscellaneous player characters including LIZZIE WELLS a semiverbal and deeply stoic swordfighter girl who loves reddit and nature documentaries EHNOS VALJAS a 12 year old chosen one with a lot of rage boiling inside them who is on a quest to save the world and ALPHIE SOUP a nasty little werecat girlboy who loves making bad music and being a shithead

i have a hypothetical video game bouncing around my head called DERANGED, OUR SAVIOR that follows a self-aware protagonist named MENCHIE DESDEPOT who loves when they’re right and everyone else is wrong. since they know they are the protagonist they are usually very very very annoying about it. they travel alongside ALLEY OOPS, their best friend and freakish jestergirl extraordinaire, as well as ANZAVEL ECKRY, a magical fantastical little creature who is deeply kind but dumb as a rock.

the next 2 projects are currently unnamed! the first is a short story i want to write someday that takes place in a kind of campy goofy sci-fi setting years in the distant future after time and space fucked up real bad and earth kind of gets merged w/ this other planet. the mainest characters are GOOSE LUNDQVIST and ANDY PRASERITSANG a pair of middle school weirdgirls who do lesbians together. goose is incredibly curious and loud and eclectic and quirkygirl and andy is quiet (only because he finds most other people insufferable) and kind of standoffish. but also CILREA (whose full name i won’t even bother typing out because it’s so long) is there and she’s an alien girl who is kind of a well-meaning little know it all . and CUPID!!!! who is an ai robot who stumbles upon godlike capabilities on accident but she stays silly. she loves old technology and glitter and big bows.

this other project i am working on is like a medievalish fantasy type setting? it takes place on a big continent called the starlet that is mostly populated by HUMANS but is also lived in by ANGELS and DEVILS and sometimes also WEREWOLVES and VAMPIRES and such. my goal with this one was to create a world big enough that i could tell multiple stories completely unrelatedly in the same setting! since there are multiple stories being told there are kind of a lot of players in the ring so let me rapid fire. IRE is a 247 year old undead man who got killed and brought back to life wrong but then got killed again and brought back to life normal so now he’s kind of chilling. MERRYMAKING JOY is ire’s dead angel (literal!) wife and the love of his life 4ever and ever. she haunts the narrative or whatever. also there’s SPROUT BELLWHISTLE ire’s silly little girl friend/semidaughter. and also TAXI VISCERA a 16 year old who wants ire to blow up and die so bad because ire like wronged his family a longass time ago and also LARK MALARKEY (neurotic) and KATZIN DOGS (insane) some old friends of ire’s. AND THEN, UNRELATEDLY! there’s DUSTY WHIMSY an ex-princess turned paladin of the wastelands on an honorable quest to defend the peace. a certain guy named THE WORLD ENDER or twe for short is her dedicated rival and a political revolutionary seeking to incite chaos on a massive scale. there is also dusty’s girlslay sister SUNNY WHIMSY who is next in line 4 the crown and her loyal knight/bff of many years DOVE RADIANCE!

^_^ ok i have a couple other minor projects too but those are the big ones !!

#ok. i am SO FUCKING SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #ToT #i am sooooooo incapable of summarizing things shortly and i have soooo many projects #if u read all of these u r literally my favorite person ever #nonsense.txt #my little mailbox #thanks again for the ask this was so fun to write :3 #and if you want to see any of them in particular i have copious art of all of them #i just didnt attach images 4 the sake of keeping this behemoth as short as possible #cjocs

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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May I request GHJPU for Sebastian? Sebby needs more love :D (eee sorry if any of this overlapped or its too much, have a cookie for your troubles 🍪)

DID SOMEBODY SAY LOVING SEBASTIAN HOURS!?!?!?!?! FERAL EYE GLEAM

Bless your heart!!! Sebastian has found a new and very dear place in my heart as of late, I would be delighted to offer my thoughts!!!!! :D (your cookie offering has been accepted with the utmost glee 🍪, I hope my humble writing efforts will bring you equal joy, lovely~💖💖💖)

G = Gifts (How does he feel about gift giving? What are his habits when it comes to this?)

Awwww haha, baby boy Sebby is honestly a very observant and reliable kind of S/O, I think. He will notice even the tiniest of changes in MC’s expression--the slightest shifts in her temperament. As a result of his attentive nature he has an easy time deducing the things she might like, always makes a mental note of where her eyes linger. Is there a classic she once loved in her time being published for the first time in their era, on display at a bookstore nearby? Noted. Does she hover near shops filled with self-care products--things like scented candles or lotions or bath salts, things she considers indulgent luxuries? Noted. Is there an outfit that caught his eye in a boutique, something he thinks would complement her complexion perfectly? Noted.

The thing about Sebastian is that his gifts will be heartfelt, timely, and devastatingly thoughtful. Whether something small or something lavish it will always be precisely what she needs/wants, and she can sense the loving care he put into finding the perfect gift.

H = Holding Hands (When/how does he like to hold hands?)

Honestly? Sebastian has spent the better part of his life alone. His circumstances weren’t the worst; for all that he’s lost in his life he never went hungry, lived comfortably. But...that doesn’t change the fact that his life has been fairly devoid of meaningful human contact. Even in college, friends and close colleagues were hard to come by. The few people he did develop budding feelings for he always gave up on long before it could become any kind of substantial relationship. He was always the type to admire from afar, never really felt worthy of the people he liked.

It was MC that was the first to reach out to him, and for the first little while in their relationship she will be the one most naturally inclined to reach for him. He isn’t really used to having someone by his side like this, somebody who would be delighted to hold his hand--who wants to be close to him. It’s always a shock when they go grocery shopping and he just feels her fingers wrap gently around his. She blushes a little and says something about not wanting to get separated, but it’s clear what her real motivation was.

After those first few months, it becomes much more natural for him to reach for her hand when they’re traveling somewhere together or when they’re alone. He likes to intertwine their fingers, loves the way they fit against his perfectly. His shyness wears off after a while, and it’ll be rare to see them together without them holding hands--unless they’re cooking or at work.

J = Jokes (Does he like to joke around with or prank her? How?)

Do you know how cats have their eyes all narrow thin pupil but then they go REALLY REALLY round? That’s Sebastian. I tend to refer to it as “Silly Time Mode Engaged.”

Now then, his kind of joking is very dry and very deadpan. It’s subtle and immediate, so if you’re not attuned to it it can be easy to miss. That, or people just look at him weird because they don’t quite get the connection he’s making and/or the delivery feels off because his facial expression doesn’t change at all, completely flat. That being said, one of his all time favorite things to do is to say something absurd or nigh histrionic (which tends to be uncharacteristic of him) and wait for the confused head turn/startled laughter to hit. He will make puns and play on words all the time--he puts his academic knowledge to good use.

“I swear when I first met you I was convinced you were an AI.” “Alexa taught me everything I know.” He’ll bow. “Oh? Do I have competition, in that case?” “Your speakers are suboptimal (he pokes her freckles), but you possess what Alexa lacks.” “And that would be?” He’ll gather her close, smiling against her lips. “My heart.” :D cutest robot I ever saw uwu

Bonus bc I have a problem: “Is stealing hearts in Alexa’s programming? Just to be safe, of course.” “I think it’s safe to say it isn’t within the parameters of her design--but that doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods just yet.” cue sounds of tickling and laughter

The other way Sebastian messes with MC is that he is an ENORMOUS tease in the bedroom. He’s very much the kind of lover that prefers to tantalize and draw things out; a long, slow seduction that will render MC immobile from the pleasure by the end. The promise of a kiss is almost always only a whisper of the feeling he intends to drown her in. Remember that Sebastian’s stoicism belies a nigh inhuman ardor and self-control. He’s more than willing to leave her wanting in order to fully capitalize on that desire later at night.

P = Pet Names (What does he like to call her?)

Other than her name? HE DOESN’T AHAAHAHAHAHA Just kidding of course, but given where he comes from pet names between couples aren’t...really a thing…(take it up with Japan, I Was Today Years Old, my sappy romantic ass would never survive)

The funny inverse of this though is that he does NOT fuck around with people that try to call MC pet names. When Arthur Tries It™ he canonically goes all steely saccharine, openly telling the others they’re together. So none of that “luv” or “doll” business, he will not have it (he won’t fight the purebloods on it because 1. they’re more like doting grandfathers than anything and 2. Sebastian does not have a death wish). If MC has a nickname of some kind, then I could see him using that or adding his own spin on it with a great deal of affection c:

U = Upset (How does he act when she’s upset?)

Whether he was the cause or not, Sebastian has a single modus operandi when his beloved is upset (and to anyone who’s upset really) and that is to offer gentle reassurance/an apology. He is very, very sensitive to the feelings of others and really takes it to heart when someone isn’t feeling well. That being said, he won’t always be overt about his concern--he’s more the type to do little things that offer constant support/reminders that he’s there for them.

If it’s something more serious, he will do everything in his power to minimize the harm done and sooth the MC. His attempts to comfort her will be tender, muted, and consistent; prolonged hugs, doubles his offering of sweets, makes her favorite foods, gives her a relaxing bath salt to use--anything that he knows for certain will coax her lips up into a smile. He’s the type to freely offer space for her to figure things out if she needs it, but he will also be watchful; he won’t let things escalate if she needs externalized support to heal (bc lbr some problems we can’t solve alone ;-;).

His other go-to method is to offer distractions in any capacity that he can. Will offer to teach her a new recipe, or find a new type of flower he wants to plant together, or make up some kind of project he needs help with. Sometimes he’ll genuinely need the help, but most of the time he does it for the express purpose of getting her mind away from negative things and focused on him/the present. It’s hard to dwell on upsetting things when you’re body is physically demanding something else from you, even more so if it’s a fairly complex task. She’s known to be very dutiful; she’ll be so focused on doing a good job she’ll forget the sadness/irritation for a bit and the intensity of the emotion might ebb slightly.

If the issue is lighter, he’ll probably just cuddle/tickle her back to fighting spirit, pressing kisses wherever he can reach until she starts giggling. In these instances he prefers to hug her from behind, a reminder that she doesn’t have to face anything unpleasant or unnerving all on her own; he’ll always be there to hold her steady whenever she needs him.

And rest assured, this man is always gathering data to optimize his comfort capabilities. He is incredibly adaptable, and will always be watching her reactions closely to adjust his strategies.

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp sebas #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp akihiko #these were really fun to write!#sebby's route was a delight #he definitely climbed up my personal rankings for sure #ikevamp has given me so many delightful surprises #it'll likely still be a wait for the english crowd tho so i hope this tides you over lovelies~#not incorrect quotes

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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Random Dewey Finn headcanons (?) I came up with while eating my breakfast

Before Dewey wanted to be a big rock star, he wanted to be an astronaut.

His aunt gave him his first guitar for his 10th birthday, thus sparking his love of rock music.

One of the major reasons he never quit music was because of that aunt. She passed away early, and was constantly the only member of his family that truly believed in him.

Dewey’s mum was kind of absent, so he was raised primarily by his dad.

Dewey and Ned met on the first day of high school, and were inseparable for all four years.

Despite both of them liking both, Dewey likes Star Wars more, while New prefers Star Trek. They have debates of epic proportion over which of these preferences is better. Dewey somehow always wins.

One of the reasons Ned let Dewey live with him is because Dewey is an amazing cook. He never eats what he makes though.

His specialty is breakfast foods

While he may be an amazing home cook, he’s an even better baker.

Dewey is highly sensitive to textures, especially food and fabrics.

Because of this, he rarely tries new foods, sticking to a decently firm schedule. (He really likes hard boiled eggs)

It’s also why he likes sweater vests. The actual sweater doesn’t touch his skin, but he can rub his hands up and down the knit when he gets overwhelmed.

He’s also sensitive to criticism. Along with that, he cries easily.

After the whole School of Rock incident, Dewey did some quick online classes on teaching. When a music teacher position at Horace Green opened up, he was the first one contacted to fill it.

During SoR shows, Dewey has a tendency to get very hyped, and this eventually leads to a collapse, usually on the bus ride home. It happened once on stage, where he just went still and quiet all of a sudden and then began to panic.

All of his kids know exactly what to do during his collapses.

They made him (yes made him) a stress doll. It weighs about twenty pounds and looks like a panda. They lay it across Dewey’s chest and let him lie down on a blanket. The kids then surround him to make a protective barrier. It’s a very effective method.

It took almost thirty years for Dewey to get diagnosed with mild autism, anxiety, ADD, and seasonal depression. His mother was a firm believer that mental illness was a hoax.

He did try and take medication for it, right when he started teaching full-time. It made him nauseous and tired and so unlike himself that he quit after three months, a decision that was fully backed by his students.

He eventually did go back and get a new prescription for his ADD. It works surprisingly well and doesn’t make him act any less like himself.

This isn’t even a Headcanon. It’s straight up actual canon from the Broadway.com Stick it to the Man video! Dewey stims! He knocks his wrists together and does the raptor hands! (I don’t think his hands were truly by his side at any point during the entire show) He taps his feet and shakes his hands! His facial expressions are always on 10 and he scronches his face when he’s excited! His head go bop! He’s a stimming Boi!

Also have you ever seen a neurotypical person dress like that? Ever? Nope. Sweater vests and jeans and sneakers (that look like heelys) is not a neurotypical outfit.

Dewey doesn’t like rainy weather, nor does he like the cold bite of winter. He has a heater and a happy light in his classroom for rainy and/or cold days.

His favorite season is fall. He really really likes to step on leaves and hear that satisfying crunch.

Dewey also has a weakened immune system, and is pretty vigilant about his health. He takes vitamins and vitamin D supplements, and yet always ends up with some kind of illness in winter. Despite this, he refuses to get any kind of flu shot.

Dewey’s list of phobias includes: needles, heights, clowns, and the dark.

He’s dead terrified of the dentist. Ned has to practically drag him every time. It’s not even that he has poor dental hygiene or has actual odontophobia, he just hates the experience. The combination of strong smells and uncomfortable touches and horrible noises overwhelms him so much.

For much of the same reasons as his hatred of the dentist, Dewey dreads getting his hair cut. Social interaction mixed with weird feelings on his surprisingly sensitive head and the constant background noise and the hair spray-y smell make it an experience Dewey’s hated since childhood. Now, Ned usually cuts Dewey’s hair because he’s really not picky about how it looks, and Ned knows exactly how to go about the job without causing Dewey to hyperventilate and cry.

He uses a night light! It’s the fun kind that projects stars on the ceiling.

Dewey is the king of field trips. He’s always just as eager as the kids to go, and he loves to learn niche facts. His favorite field trip location is the aquarium.

Dewey quit drinking after his 23rd birthday, when he blacked out and woke up in some random girl’s bed. She promised they didn’t do it, but ever since then, he’s terrified it’ll happen again.

Speaking of which, Dewey’s a virgin.

Once, one of Dewey’s female students came to him and said an older man was following her to and from school every day. Dewey was later suspended from work for a week for punching a man and putting him in the hospital. Once they knew why, the school board unanimously decided not to punish him.

Dewey absolutely insists all of his kids call him Dewey and not Mr. Finn.

He’s the most supportive teacher in the entire school. He’s got name tags on every desk with each kid’s preferred name and pronouns. When Billy comes out as non-binary, he makes the pronoun switch immediately and puts a beautiful stained glass-esque progress pride flag in one of his windows.

Someone hatefully vandalized said pride art project and Dewey actually cried. His kids all banded together to make a new one.

Sometimes, the kids purposefully ask Dewey to sing certain things because his voice gets so damn tender and beautiful, as opposed to the usual bombastic singing they’re used to. (Think like. Some of the 35MM songs)

Dewey has a routine with his drinks throughout the day. Two cups of coffee in the morning, one at home and one at work. One water bottle before lunch and one after lunch. A Gatorade or some other fitness drink after school, usually during band practice to make up for how sweaty he gets. And one cup of lavender citrus tea with extra honey after dinner.

He broke his only water bottle about four months into teaching full-time and started to use a plastic one every day. Ned decided that wouldn’t do, and got him a Mandalorian water bottle. Dewey loves it to bits.

Dewey doesn’t celebrate any one version of a holiday. He’s equal opportunity for any and all holidays, but he grew up Jewish. That doesn’t stop him from helping Ned put up his Christmas tree every year. Nor does it stop him from celebrating Yule with his online friends.

Despite being Jewish and mainly celebrating their holidays, Dewey loves Christmas music and starts playing it as soon as he can. The kids dare him to hit those ridiculous Mariah Carey high notes in All I Want For Christmas. He does it.

He also once sang ‘Little Drummer Boy’ to his kids the day before holiday break. He only played his guitar softly and by the time he was done, each and every kid was fast asleep. (He played Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer as well)

Dewey absolutely collects soft blankets. He has four halloween ones, two Tim Burton ones (a Beetlejuice and a Corpse Bride), eight winter holiday blankets, and three miscellaneous. He brought them all into class once and built a blanket fort to teach his kids about ancient civilization.

Speaking of which, his teaching methods are unorthodox at best, and at worst downright crazy. But he always teaches and he always makes it memorable. His class has the highest test scores in the school.

Dewey usually teaches using music or hands on activities. He plays soft background music during every class no matter the circumstances, and said screw the building’s lights and uses primarily lamps and strings of Christmas lights.

He also kind of forgets that he teaches essentially middle school, and he swears every so often when he’s super passionate. Like when he taught the kids about the US Presidents and called Andrew Jackson a racist bitch and Richard Nixon a lying bastard.

After getting bullied throughout all of high school, Dewey came to terms with what his body looked like, and now he really doesn’t care. (He did have a lot of fun smashing the scale his mother got him for his birthday once)

Dewey was supposed to teach his kids about mental illness for a suicide prevention thing the school did, but got about halfway through before he had a breakdown and the kids declared the rest of the day a bust. They watched cute animated movies instead of learning for the rest of the school day.

Speaking of animated movies, Dewey really loves Studio Ghibli.

The first time one of his kids called him ‘Dad’ he cried. Then they kept doing it and now he’s had to accept that he’s basically a father to about 30 11-year-olds.

If you ask any kid in the school who their favorite teacher is, they will not hesitate to answer ‘Mr. Finn.’ Even if they aren’t in his class, he’s their favorite.

Dewey’s classroom is always open for lunch. It’s quiet and calm, usually with a movie going in the background.

He also stays after school for about an hour every day, helping kids with homework. He hates math with a passion but that didn’t stop him from trying to figure out Katie’s math homework with her.

Even at home, Dewey cannot stand the quiet. He either has his headphones on or the radio going. Silence just isn’t an option.

Dewey once got pneumonia and tried to come in to work anyway. The kids made him go home. He didn’t really put up much of a fight.

The first instrument Dewey ever learned to play was the piano. He started to learn when he was super young, and that was how he learned how to read music. His kids didn’t even know he knew how to play until they walked in on him practicing one day.

Dewey says ‘fuck gender roles’ and wears the girl’s skirts to a few SoR concerts. He likes the way it makes his legs look.

Some jerk parents constantly tried to get Dewey in trouble for months because they didn’t like him and thought he wasn’t ‘high class’ enough for their kid’s education. Dewey was so stunned when they showed up during one of his classes that he couldn’t speak and just started to cry. Said student stood up and called their parents out. Two days later, those parents were off the school board.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the spectrum, Dewey found out a new kid he’d received was being abused at home because they weren’t getting high enough grades and he yelled at the kid’s parents in front of all the other staff members.

Essentially, Dewey can’t defend himself at all, but will not hesitate to protect his kids.

Dewey has said multiple times he would die for his kids. He’s always 100% serious, especially during lockdown drills.

Once, the school had a lockdown that wasn’t a drill, and Dewey managed to keep his entire class silent and calm while mentally preparing himself to lay his life down for his kids. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that.

Dewey’s also said he’d seriously consider adopting any of the kids if their at-home situation was that bad.

When he finally could, Dewey moved out of Ned’s house and into his own cramped loft apartment. He’s in love with the apartment, even though it’s tiny and kinda smells.

Dewey has almost no concept of volume control. He’s slightly deaf from constantly doing very loud shows and sometimes shouts because he thinks that’s a normal speaking volume.

As one of, if not the actual, youngest teachers at the school, Dewey is universally adored by the rest of the staff. It took a while for all of them to get on board with him, but now they all really like him.

Dewey’s favorite fruit is pomegranate. There’s just something super cathartic about cutting into a pomegranate and slowly de-seeding it. Plus, it tastes super good. But he only likes them if he can de-seed them himself.

One of the ways Dewey grounds himself is by pressing things to his mouth. He usually just puts his hand up on his face or the end of a pen in his mouth, but whenever he has a blanket, one corner is up against his lips. The same goes for stuffed animals. They’re always against his face. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.

#school of rock #dewey finn #school of rock the musical #alex brightman #my headcanons

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unfortunatelysirius · 4 years

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DATING JAMES POTTER AND BEING SIRIUS BLACK’S SISTER WOULD INCLUDE:

💟☼💟 S.T.O.R.Y. 💟☼💟

💟 The two of you met on the train to Hogwarts, and blimey—James was awe-struck by you from the start! Sirius, the overprotective git he was, banned the blokes from putting their slimy, grabby hands anywhere near you, but James had always been compelled. He pegged you as pretty and sweet, with a dazzling personality to match. You were nothing like he was used to, like the sweet girl next door, and your background made you all the more enigmatic. He was drawn to you, unable to stay away.

💟 First-year was a blur, with Sirius doing all he could to beg James that he wouldn’t corrupt you—and failing ever-so-miserably. You were best friends with the girls in your dorm, Lily, Marlene, and Mary, so you hardly saw your brother, nor his friends. They were a constant presence, as you all shared a House, but your personality clashed with theirs. They were loud and mischievous; you were quiet and soft. Sirius, your darling brother, didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, so he never invited you along. But James—as your admirer—was always pestering, always asking where you were. He was smitten, and by the end of first-year, he felt like he was in love.

💟 Second-year introduced you to a strange feeling, one you outright refused to tell your brother. Enduring your horrid homelife on top of weird body changes was something you never wanted to be on your agenda. James became smart and handsome, rather than the bespectacled, messy-haired bloke that was your brother’s best friend. It was over the summer, when Sirius would go on and on about him, describing their adventures and how much he’d rather be back at Hogwarts with James, playing pranks and wreaking mayhem—instead of stuck with your witchy bitch of a mother and stoic Frankenstein of a father.

💟 Sirius had already told you—you weren’t allowed, under any circumstances, to develop feelings for his friends. Sibling-code.

💟 “Promise me you won’t, Y/N.” “Cross my heart, Sirius.”

💟 The heart is one of the most unpredictable organs. One minute you didn’t care about boys, or James sodding Potter,

then the next he was all you could think about. Coming back to Hogwarts, you were a mess near him, and having his starry gaze follow you every which way—while once a norm—had quickly become nerve-wracking. You felt like you were under surveillance, with your personal own stalker—in both a good and bad way. It made you giddy, but it scared you, too. James never hid his feelings away, as quite the open bloke, so you knew how he felt.

💟 What would happen if he knew your feelings, too? What would a mutual fancy bring?

💟 You didn’t like change. You already hated the physical changes, the mental ones—if your wary headspace’s worst fears came to life, they wouldn’t bring beauty; they’d bring a hailstorm. You weren’t ready to face Sirius, nor were you ready to face James. You thought it’d fall into nothingness as the days passed by; you were only twelve, after all.

💟 Third year brought James kicking mate-code to the dust and letting his wants and desires manifest.

💟 While he never outright confessed, he’d compliment you on the daily. He’d charm you to stay clean and dry in nasty weather; he’d take the fall anytime you got in minor trouble. He’d smile and wink anytime you glanced in his direction, and he would take any chance to show off at Quidditch games.

💟 One time, during a game, he hijacked the microphone from commentator Mary Macdonald and called out, “This goal’s for you, Y/N/N!” He made the goal and blew a kiss for you to catch. You’d never in your life felt so flustered.

💟 Fourth year was just the same, with the addition of (consensual) physical touches. He’d hold your hand or throw an arm around your shoulder. Sometimes you’d initiate it yourself.

💟 Hogwarts deemed the two a couple, despite Sirius’s obvious ire. It was only made more solid by James’s obsession with you, and your very-unsubtle adoration of him.

💟 Sirius became less and less lenient. By the end of fourth year, he dragged you both into a room and refused to let you leave until you promised to stop up the theatrics of a relationship. But neither of you were willing to let unspoken words be unspoken words. You’d glanced at James, heart breaking, state only worsening when you saw his crestfallen face.

💟 Sirius was angry, and he didn’t want either of you dating. He feared James would break your heart. He didn’t want a break-up to ruin their friendship.

💟 While James was torn between his heart and his head, you’d had just about enough of Sirius playing leader. You stood your ground and you told him, “Sirius, so what if James and I date? It’s none of your sodding business anyway! Just leave us be instead of being a right prick about it!”

💟 You left the boys open-mouthed and speechless. But a moment afterward, regaining confidence from your outburst, James stood his own ground. He sprung to his feet and cupped your face in his hands, declaring, “I bloody love you, Y/N!”

💟 Sirius had no choice but to accept defeat—and he didn’t make an honest peep when the two of you made it official just a day later.

💟 And thus, James Potter and Y/N L/N was finally, finally born—after but a wee bit of troubles conceiving.

💟☼💟 R.E.L.A.T.I.O.N.S.H.I.P. Q.U.I.R.K.S. 💟☼💟

💟 James is a mixture of a clingy and ‘funny’ boyfriend. He always wants to be around you, always wants to kiss and hug on you. Yet, he loves playing pranks—and he loves pissing you off. Your angry face is just too cute, and he loves pinching at your cheeks when they puff up all seething-like.

💟 “That wasn’t funny, James!” “Y/N, my love, have you not a funny bone in your body? That was hilarious.”

💟 As Sirius is quite the brooder, you’re staying quiet when he wants to tag along on dates. He pushes himself between the two of you when you’re kissing or trying to be close, as is a trademark for Sirius ‘Cockblocking’ Black, who switches between personas of Matchmaker, Comedian, and Cockblocker on the daily. He begrudgingly lets the two of you keep your couple status, but hey—he’s your brother. Where’s the fun if he isn’t crashing dates and sabotaging physical displays of affection?

💟 James likes bopping your nose. “Boop!” and all that. And Merlin, does he love giving you pet names.

💟 From “love” to “darling” to “baby doll” to “Mrs. Potter”—he’ll say it all. What sort of restrictions can you have on name-calling when it’s anything but unpleasant?

💟 James is rather unpredictable when it comes to dates. Somedays he’ll want you to come up to his dorm for a lie-in; other days, he’ll require you accompany him on a snowy stroll through the streets of Hogsmeade. You find his chaos endearing, and his excitement in choosing even more so.

💟 A jealous bloke, James doesn’t like you being around untrustworthy persons by yourself, regardless of gender. Sure, he’s utterly fine when it’s people he knows, but that freckled brunette from Potions? That slimy Slytherin you have as a Transfiguration project partner? Well, he’s got to be near at all times or he’ll have a jolly old stressful time complete with overthinking and frantic hand motions.

💟 The two of you love listening to music and playing games together. It’s kind of your thing. Whether you’re playing a game of one-on-one Quidditch or dancing to old Muggle tunes, it’s fun to be by yourselves.

💟 The Marauders are great—your best friends—but sometimes you need time alone, to relish in your position as lovers. And “Hogwarts’ Golden Couple,” courtesy of James’s input.

💟 Is James crazy? A tad bit.

💟 But man, oh man, do you love him for it.

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army93gwenchana · 4 years

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Tae x Reader Haunted House

This is such a weird story, half of it is so random and probs doesn’t flow completely, but I wrote it ages ago and forgot all about it. The ending is based on a film I watched agessss ago, can’t remember what it’s called. NOT PROOFREAD, Hope u guys like it!!! ~Army93Gwenchana

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"Y/n, I wanna go to the haunted house, pleaseee come with me???"Jisoo did her best puppy face, knowing the answer would be no...

"N, O, Jisoo. You know I don't do scary stuff and in case you hadn't realised it's a FREAKING HAUNTED HOUSE. I'm not going like 10 feet of that place..."

"Pretty please with a Kookie on top?!" She looked desperate and although you loved Kookies, you hated horror stuff wayyy too much...

"Jisoo. As much as I love you and would go to the ends of the world for you and accidently shove you into the guy you like... I WILL NEVER. EVER. I REPEAT EVER. Go into a haunted house. Even if it's for you..."

"I'm hurt, Y/n!!!,"she feigned a hurt look before continuing in a harsh voice, "But, FINE. No more being nice. Park Y/n, I swear to God if you don't come to with me to the haunted house, I'll tell Taehyung about your crush on him..." She smirked and you were utterly shook.

"Yah, Jisoo!! That's so mean!!! You can't do that to me!!" You pouted and she just continued smirking, then began dragging you towards the haunted house.

"Choose wisely Y/n, if you ever want to show your face around your precious Taehyung again..."

"You sound so creepy right now Jisoo... God what did I ever do to deserve this? Kim Taehyung, you better appreciate this, it's your fault if I die..."

"Yay!!! I knew you'd say yes, let's go and stop talking to yourself, you sound low key creepy..."

Sometimes you seriously wonder why your friends with her, you sighed as she dragged you through the doors of a huge, dark building with a bloody banner that spelt: 'haunted house, enter if you dare'.

Your heart was hammering out of your chest and you hadn't seen anything yet... The lights were dim and you could just make out the door leading into the next room. You stepped through and saw the room filled with wax figures and porcelain dolls. You felt them staring at you and you were backing towards the door you'd just come through...

"J-Jisoo, I'm so creeped out already, can we go b-back?"

SLAM!!!

The door slammed shut and you turned around in fear, Jisoo was nowhere to be found and a scream resounded through the room. You frantically tried to open the door, failing miserably and realised you had no choice but to go forward...

You were trembling in fear and tried not to look around at the many faces that surrounded you.

CREAKKK..

The next door opened somewhere and the hairs on your skin stood up, something was wrong...

A cacophony of high pitched laughs filled the room and you hurried to get out, the dolls turned their heads, eyes glowing red as they stared at you and the wax figures stepped closer and closer to you, laughing evilly as they closed in on you, melting as they edged closer...

You ran into the next room, this time slamming the door shut locking yourself into whatever horrors lay in there, whilst the figures pounded on the door.

This room was filled with animatronics, you took one step and a giant bear turned it's head and stared at you. That was enough to send you running, whilst circus music blasts through the room and the machines went into a frenzy, you were half scared to death and Jisoo had left you ALONE in a place like this. You sprinted through to the next room banging on the door before actually being able to open it...

Your heart was beating so fast, as tears ran down your face, you were in a pure white room and you froze. It felt like a trick question on a test, you looked around seeing nothing suspicious and speed walked through before something made you slip...

You looked down to see the unmistakable crimson colour of blood...

It suddenly splattered everywhere, the walls dripping and you were covered in it, the tangy metallic taste hung in the air and you felt a panic attack coming on...

You had a phobia of blood ever since you were a kid and whenever you saw it your chest would get tight and breathing shallow, you gasped for breath and searched for the door, your head was spinning and you knew you had to get out. NOW.

Running back to the door you just came through, you entered the same room with the animatronics, creeping carefully you searched for an emergency exit. You looked around and glimpsed something moving out the corner of your eye...

You froze.

"Hello?" That was a stupid idea, when has saying hello ever ended well in horror films, seriously y/n don’t be stupid. You mentally berated yourself until...

CRASH!!

You saw a pile of metal collapse near the door and started shaking, this wasn't good.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

You were trembling now. Scared out of your wits. You ran into the shadows and sat as still as possible against the wall.

It's not real. It's not real.

You had to remind yourself constantly, but your imagination was in control at the minute so when a shadow was cast through the doorway you let out an ear piercing shriek and buried you head in your hands...

The footsteps got closer and closer until you felt a presence near you, you didn't dare to look up and tried to shrink further into the wall...

Something grabbed your wrist and you screamed, ripping your hand out of its grasp trying to run, when you opened your eyes you were shocked at what you saw.

"Y/N. Calm down. It's me, Taehyung."

"T-Tae? What are you doing here?"

"Jisoo was outside, she told me you'd been in here for an hour and probably couldn't get out, she said she's really sorry that she backed out at the last minute... Are you okay? I know you don't like this kind of stuff..."

You'd gone silent halfway through his words, he came to get you? You fell for him even more... His cute, childish personally and the way he was mature when he needed to be. The way he cared about everyone and everything and of course his adorable box smile. You forgot where you were for a minute...

"Y/n?..." he waved his hand infront of you trying to get your attention.

"Ah, mianhae. I'm fine, thank you so much for coming, is there any emergency exits or anything? I don't think I can do this anymore..." This was bad enough, Tae didn't need to see how much of a kid you were...

"No problem. Sorry y/n, there are no exits, we'll have to finish going through the house..." You were crestfallen and it was clear by your face how afraid you were to do this,"hey don't be scared! I'll protect you! I know what's in these rooms, so you don't have to worry. I'll be your knight in shining armour!" He smiled his cute box smile and it took everything you had, not to hug him...

He wrapped his warm hand around yours and thank god for the darkness or else he'd have seen your face turn tomato red. He pulled you lightly back to the blood room and you felt the nausea coming back as the smell wafted through the air.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/n, I forgot," he took off his bandana and wrapped it around your eyes, carefully brushing your hair out the way. “There. You won’t be able to see it, so you don’t need to worry, does the smell affect you?”

“Lightly, but I should be okay... “ You couldn’t see his reaction but he sighed and whispered, “Trust me.” Before guiding you through the room quickly. You felt this room was a lot dimmer even through the bandana. Tae lifted it slightly, pushing your hair out of the way.

“This room gets filled with water, but only 3/4, the aim is just to give you a shock, there’s gonna be a projection of a shark that will leap up, but remember it’s not real.” He squeezed your hand and gave a reassuring smile, as the water began to flow. You nodded and returned a tight lipped smile.

The water level rose pretty fast and within 30 seconds it was up to your shoulder, after which it finally stopped.

“Get ready,” you nodded in reply, as suspenseful music played, it kept getting louder when you felt something brush your leg,”T-tae?”

“I’m right here Y/N. Deep breaths...” you complied as suddenly a shark leapt across the wall, you felt the cold water against you and the projection circled the walls, until the water slowly began to drain.

The air was cold and you shivered, Tae stripped his hoody off and wrapped it around you.

“The next one, there’s an actor posing as an evil doctor, all we have to do is get past really quick, they can’t enter the red zones on either sides. The worst that happens is they trap you in one of the specimen tubes, just make sure not to stand on a platform.” You never did like doctors or dentists, it was probably the white lab coats...

“Okay...” he led you in and showed you a be quiet motion, the set up of the room sent your heart into a frenzy and you were trying to control your breathing. Tae ran across first and the doctors attention was left on him giving you time to escape. You sprinted across the room skidding into the red zone, almost toppling over, if it weren’t for 2 hands that caught your waist. You blushed and looked up at his face, which was full of concern, despite the tense mood and regardless of where you were, you whispered,

“I think I just fell for you.”

Tae was staring into your eyes and a beautiful blush covered his face as he let go of you,laughing.

“That was a good one!!”

He caught your hand again, surprising you and led you to the next room. It was a receptionist’s room and Tae looked puzzled,’I’ve never seen this one before...”

You noticed there were 2 doors either side of the desk and an eerie atmosphere filled the room. The 1st read ‘enter if you dare’ and the second read ‘escape route’.

“Tae lets go through the escape route please?! I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to...” You didn’t wait for a reply and just dragged Taehyung through the second door. It was a tiny, bare room and there was only a log and a few nails inside.

“Shoot. Y/n WE HAVE TO GET OUT NOW.” He dodged behind you and shoved the door, only it didn’t budge...

“No,no,no,no,no...” He paced a little before you noticed the room getting smaller. In a literal sense.

The walls were closing in on you.

The room got smaller. And smaller.

Tae fell to the floor, huddled in a ball, arms around his knees, quietly whispering no’s, it took you a couple of seconds to realise his fear. Claustrophobia. You leant down to him and patted his head softly, “Tae. I’m gonna need you to work with me here. I’m gonna do my best, but I need you to stay calm and not freak out, ok?” He nodded lightly and you searched for anything that would help keep the room open.

You made a dash for the wood and nails, and attempted to shove the nails under the walls, whilst jamming the wood between the walls, as they screeched loudly. Finally they slowed and came to a stop, the room now less than a quarter of the size it used to be. The floor suddenly split open and you felt yourself fall through and land on a soft mat, blinking your eyes you adjusted to the vivid colours.

Balloons, party streamers and there was always one thing that came with that.

Clowns.

Shoot.

You looked turned and ended up looking into a pale white face with a messy, blood red smile and brightly coloured wig.

Then the world started spinning and all you saw, was black...

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You opened your eyes, groggily and stretched. Realising you were no longer in a haunted house but a cream coloured room with the curtains closed. You could make out the essentials needed to live, a bed, desk, closet and a photo frame, where you couldn’t make out the faces. You swung your legs off the bed and walked towards the curtains, curiously. Opening them, you let the light stream in and waited for your eyes to adjust.

You looked out, seeing a little girl being swung around by her father, giggling happily...

Then walked over to the mirror to check your appearance and what you saw, shocked you.

Your hair was longer, white strands beginning to appear and wrinkles lined your face, from age and tiredness. Your heart pounded as you reached for the photo frame on the dresser. It looked like a younger version of you, with Tae and a young girl, probably 2 or 3 years old.

Who was the girl and where exactly where you? You walked out of the room, going down a corridor filled with photos of the same girl, you and Tae. Nothing seemed familiar. You couldn’t remember anything...

You shouted into the silent house, “Tae?!” Just as the door opened an the girl and her father came in...

“Y/n, hey! How are you feeling?” He looked so familiar, but different...

“Tae?!”

“Shiya quick, go put the film on and me and Eomma will join you, okay?” The girl nodded and gave you a small smile, before walking off.

“Y/n it’s hard to explain, you have amnesia... Everyday you wake up and the last thing you remember is the haunted house we went to... that was 23 years ago Y/n...”

#bts #BTS v #kim taehyung #bts tae tae #bts taehyung #fanfic #hauntedhouse

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thejokersenigma · 7 years

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Joker x Reader - Strictly Business Part 3

Hi guys, thanks for your patience on my writing!

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STRICTLY BUSINESS MASTERLIST

Once the police had given the room the all clear and we were free to resume our activities, I left. I wasn’t in the mood to be around these people anymore - after the only person’s company I had wanted was gone – and he’d been a psychopathic killer. So I headed straight home, leaving Mathew to continue his schmoozing by himself – he wouldn’t miss me anyway.

Once back at my flat, I made sure to lock the door behind me before I circled my flat, checking all the windows were down and securely latched – I wasn’t taking any chances. I doubted the Joker would choose to hit anywhere else tonight with the police now on high alerts for any sign of his whereabouts, but I couldn’t be too safe – I had tricked the man after all - even if I had then given him an escape route – and wasn’t sure how he would take it.

Once I was sure I had done what I could to make myself secure, I flicked the TV on as I headed towards the kitchen, grabbing the open bottle of wine from the fridge that I had started the night before. The news channel played behind me on the screen as I poured myself a glass of wine, the current story reporting on the restoration project underway at city hall.

The report finished, and the presenter now turned to the new big story – the live coverage of the tonight’s events. “At least 12 men have been arrested tonight at the St. George’s hotel -” I perked up instantly, grabbing my glass and turning to lean on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room area. “- after the police were tipped off by an anonymous caller about a possible hit planned on the two-hundred-year-old building. It was believed the men were working for the Arkham Asylum escapee and well-known crime lord known as Joker – their targets being the leaders and CEOs of many of Gotham’s multi-billion-dollar companies that were gathered in one of the large ballrooms for hire in the hotel.

“The criminals’ leader - the Joker - was unfortunately not apprehended at the event - reports from eye witness suggest the criminal clown had been residing in the ballroom chosen for the attack and escaped via the fire escape before police could arrive on the scene. The mentally unstable criminal was last seen making a getaway across the rooftops of the neighbouring buildings. Helicopters are believed to now be sweeping Gotham and police urge anyone with evidence or sightings if the villain to come forward, however extreme caution is urge and it is strongly encouraged to by no means confront the criminal. Detective De-“

I turned off the TV, not wanting to hear what that police had to say about it – doubting it would be much more than their usual promise to capture the criminals still at large which continued to terrorize the streets of Gotham – which of course they rarely fulfilled.

I was oddly relieved the Joker hadn’t been apprehended – though I had highly doubted that he would be, thanks to the exit route I had provided – the police not yet having time to organise themselves to cover the fire exit on the top floor. The Joker had obviously caught onto the idea I had and made sure to quickly stray from the stairs that led down to the street, instead remaining amongst the rooftops and disappearing into the night before air support had managed to arrive.

I down the rest of my wine glass quickly, dropping it into the sink for later and heading to bed. I remembered to grab a blanket out of the cupboard in the bedroom, tossing it onto the back of the sofa for Mathew when he finally got home.

It wasn’t that we couldn’t sleep in the same bed together – Mathew just rarely left the office before ten or eleven and events like tonight could leave him out till the early hours. When he did finally return to the flat, he had a habit of sitting down with a drink continuing to look through the papers he had brought back from the office until he fell asleep at his desk or on the sofa.

In an attempt to play the role of a supportive wife, I had tried to stay up with him a few times, but I had no wish to spend any more hours staring at numbers on a sheet of paper – getting enough of that during work. I couldn’t even talk to Mathew – he had no focus for anything his work and no conversation was possible that didn’t involve the recent profits or increased taxes and - even then - he tended to be talking to himself.

The last few times I had tried to stay up with I wound up sat in the armchair next to him twiddling my thumb or reading till I dropped my book from exhaustion. It was a pointless exercise – Mathew didn’t care if I was there or not.

I had soon learnt I couldn’t change him and just made do with going to bed alone, it wasn’t like I was a pathetic girl that needed her man next to her each night – hell I’d lived on my own for a long time, most of it in a far worst apartment, in a far worse neighbourhood.

And it wasn’t like I needed him for anything else – I had never found the man that attractive really and apart from our wedding night and whenever he felt like it – not that often – we really didn’t sleep together much either.

I had soon learnt that living with Mathew was like living with any other roommate. And that was kind of how I view our marriage. We were friends and roommates. Rarely lovers, never in love.

It wasn’t too bad, it suited us both fine.

Mathew wasn’t usually home when I went to bed - and he was usually gone before I woke up - so now I just left a blanket and a pillow on the sofa and left him to it. I wasn’t sure if he appreciated the gesture or not - having never heard a word from him about it. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he thought these items materialised of their own accord for him.

I sighed loudly as I threw his pillow across the room so it hit the couch – landing awkwardly on the cushion so it balanced dangerously on the edge, close to falling off - before I headed back into the bedroom, closing the door firmly behind me.

I woke the next morning to find the usual – a clearly slept-on sofa, the blanket thrown carelessly back and the pillow at some point knocked the floor. What never ceased to amaze me was how the sofa could be in such a mess, yet his suit was also neatly hung on the bathroom door across the room. I rolled my eyes when I spotted the jacket on its hanger, ignoring it as I tidied up the rest of the mess – he could put that away.

My usual morning routine went with a hitch, only finally hitting the first problem of the day when I headed down to my car which was parked in the underground carpark below my building.

My car wouldn’t start.

I frowned at it as I tried over and over again to start the engine, the car coughing and producing a feeble growl before it died once more.

“Errrr!” I growled at the steering wheel, clenching my teeth, “Come on!” I cried at it, smacking the edge of it. I glanced down at my watch – shit. I didn’t have time to get someone to come fix it right now - I hadn’t factored a broken down car into my morning and if I didn’t get on the road right now I’d be late my meeting at 9.

I smacked the wheel one more time, angrily grumbling at the useless contraption before I got out and headed onto the street above – I’d catch a cab and phone the repairman once I got to work to arrange for them to come by that evening to sort my car out.

I managed to hail a cab quite quickly and I slid into the back seat, calling the address to the driver, my attention already focused on my work phone where I had just refreshed my inbox and already had more emails than I could possibly read in a day. The taxi moved off as I settled into the well-worn seats, starting the huge job of responding to each message that truly needed my input.

I got so engrossed in a series of emails about a possible glitch in our systems, that I didn’t notice the journey or the scenery of Gotham that flew past us. It was only as I finally signed off on an email trying to clear things up, that I realised I felt as though I’d been in this car a lot longer than usual. I frowned to myself - maybe just answering the email had felt like forever. I glanced at the clock on my phone - I was late for my meeting.

“Shit.” I mumbled to myself. It was odd though, I didn’t remember us being stuck in that much traffic for me to be this late. I looked out my window try to figure out how much longer we would be.

That was even odder – hadn’t that been Gotham General we’d just past? It couldn’t be. The hospital was nearly on the other side of town to the INK building.

I kept my gaze out of the window as a few non-descript buildings flashed past. No, I had been right because there was the East-side bridge – I knew those larger, gothic pillars anywhere.

Shit. Maybe I’d said the wrong address in my rush? But where else would I have said? Maybe the driver had just heard me wrong?

“Um, excuse me?” I asked, leaning forward and peering across at the driver, his face hidden by his peculiar old fedora-like hat. “I think you must have the wrong address.” I said, trying to remain polite - though I was worrying about how I was going to save this meeting now I was already over 15 minutes late.

The car suddenly swerved across 2 lanes of traffic, and I was forced to grip the head rest of the empty chair in front of me to stop myself from flying.

“Change of plan doll face!” Came an all too familiar voice from the driver’s seat. “We’re going for a drive!” He exclaimed, and I could hear the grin in his voice.

I immediately jerked backwards and he let out a loud cackle, taking a hand off the wheel to remove the odd hat and reveal his vibrant green hair, ruffled and messy from the confinement. He looked up at the rear-mirror and met my eyes, his own shining in humour at the shock that must have been on my face. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back into place, though a few strands resisted and fell across his face. I could feel my heart pounding at the surprise and I tried to push myself as inconspicuously as possibly into the opposite corner of the car - I didn’t want him to know that I was terrified of being caught unawares with him in such an enclosed space – especially after I had managed to make a fool of him last night.

“You look like you’ve see a ghost, kitten,” He told me with mock worry, “Or maybe a clown!” He suggested, beaming widely at me through the mirror. I tried to regain my composure, remaining silent, but fixing him hard, unimpressed stare.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked firmly, not letting him get to me.

Joker rolled his eyes at me, dropping his smile, his gaze becoming hard and almost deadly as he suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing me to fly forward into the chair in front. Just as suddenly he then swerved to the left - throwing me to the opposite side of the car – and rapidly accelerated, undertaking a lorry before swinging back into the original lane once more.

He glanced back at the mirror, his grin back in place and so wide it almost made him look in pain, “Come on, doll – it’s a joke – laugh a little!” He beamed at me. I didn’t laugh though, just kept up my hard stare, refusing to be intimidated by his driving and refusing to look away even if his blue eyes weren’t holding mine in their iron grasp.

“You know I could just call the police, right?” I asked, waving my phone at him that was still in my hand.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, kitten,” He began before violently jerking the wheel to the right, then almost instantly jerking it back again – only just missing the car on our right - “I’m not exactly trying to hide!” He cried manically, swinging the car smoothly into the left lane and slamming his foot onto the accelerator, causing the engine to roar before we then shot forward.

Though I felt myself grip the car seat beneath me, I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me – the wanton disregard for traffic laws and the reckless speed was exciting and quite an adrenaline rush – something I hadn’t experienced in years.

The Joker didn’t let up on the gas and we continued to speed down the streets, the Joker appearing to barely be in control of the car, yet still managing to avoid every car in the rush hour traffic – though some quite narrowly. I wasn’t sure how many car accidents we created in our wake as we flew down the road, but the adrenaline coursing through me was making it hard not to grin and a small voice in the back of my mind kept daring the Joker to go faster - almost intrigued at the thought of a collision - be it us or someone else.

Suddenly a red stop light appeared at the cross junction ahead of us and I watched in a mixture of fear and excitement as we barrelled down the main road to where traffic to the left and right were already flooding through, the Joker not letting up on our speed. I couldn’t see us stopping in time now if the Joker didn’t brake soon and I wanted to close my eyes but I couldn’t - too transfixed on the cars in front that were rushing up to meet us. Suddenly I was flung forward once more into the passenger seat in front of me as Joker slammed the brake on hard. I clung to the chair in front of me as we skidded to a halt exactly on the white line – only a few inches from the rest of the rushing traffic.

I didn’t realise I had been holding my breath but I let it go now in a short exhale as I unwrapped my fingers from where I had dug them into the passenger seat in front of me, my heart pounding erratically at the near-death experience.

“Besides, doll.” The Joker perked up from the front seat, looking completely unfazed at what had just happened. “I have a rag and a bottle of chloroform up here if you’re not willing to be my friend.” He grinned, wide and cheesy at me as though he hadn’t just threatened to knock me out. I was still recovering from the close call and didn’t say anything, just stared back at him warily as to whether he had been joking or not – I suspected not.

The light turned green in front of us and Joker hit the gas again causing the tires to screech and squeal underneath us before we accelerated viciously out into the junction. Joker swung the car to the right, causing the tail to flick out dangerously into the lane next to us and at least one car had to swerve to avoid us. I prayed the car could hold up the hell Joker was putting it through and the wheels not suddenly decide to burst under the fierce demands.

I settled back against my seat as we barrelled down a relatively open piece of road, the car falling into silence. I tried not to enjoy the freedom of the racing down the streets – knowing it was clearly illegal and wrong – instead trying to focus on a way out of this situation.

I had accepted there was nothing I could say or do to the Joker to get him to let me go and I watched the flats and offices blur past my window, my fingers anxiously fiddling with my phone that still sat in my hand as I tried to think. I looked down at the black screen and suddenly had a small piece of a plan. I place my phone down on the seat next to me so it was hidden between the car door and my leg, hopefully out of sight thanks to the shield of my thigh.

I glanced back up at the Joker to check he wasn’t watching, but his eyes were still on the road as we continued to break the speed limit, the ride much smoother now he felt he’d scared me enough with his erratic driving.

Content, I turned my attention back to window next to me, resuming my absent stare, typing out a message to my husband out of the corner of my eye – glad that I’d sent so many messages from my phone that I could basically type a whole paragraph with my eyes shut.

It wasn’t much when I had finished, but at least it was something – maybe at least someone would find my body after all of this, I thought in mocking cheer. At least it conveyed my situation as well I could for now. I hit the send button and returned my entire concentration back onto the streets outside where the usual rainy weather of the city had once again begun, large drops of water spotting the almost-dry pavement.

Suddenly the Joker let out a low growl of annoyance and I turned my attention back to him as he rolled his neck, his jaw clenched. I could feel my heart already pounding, he suddenly looked dangerous, completely different from the joking man he’d been a moment ago.

Suddenly he violently swung the car off the road and I grabbed at my seat to avoiding being thrown around again. The car jerked as we mounted the pavement and I tried to make out where we were going but all I could see was the side of a building rushing towards us. I braced for the impact I knew I couldn’t survive, hiding my face this time. When I didn’t feel anything, I snapped my head back up only to see the rest of the road disappearing behind us as the tires screeched in protest and we cornered sharply into an alleyway.

Once the car was safely concealed between the two protective brick walls the Joker snapped the clutch in place and was out the door before I could register we had even stopped.

My mind quickly caught onto what was happening as Joker made his way round to the door closest to me. I snapped my seatbelt off and shuffled across the back seat, positioning myself as best I could. As soon as I heard the lock mechanism click I kicked out as hard as I could against the door. I felt it connect with the Joker and cause him to stumble backwards slightly. I made the most of the small moment I had and scrambled out of the car, immediately making an attempt to run out of the alley and back onto the main street where there was a slim chance I might find help or at least shelter.

I didn’t make it more than a few strides however, before I felt a hand catch hold of the back of my jacket, fingers entangling in my long hair that fanned out behind in the wind. He yanked me easily backwards, my feet slipping on the wet pavement underfoot, and shoved me backwards till I was pinned up against one of the walls of the alley by his body, on of this hands at my throat.

I struggled against his hold but I soon had to concede that he was too strong for me to do anything but tire myself out and the more I struggled the tighter his grip on my throat got, making it hard to breathe.

“You didn’t want to be my friend, doll, hmm?” He asked, his voice gravelly and his breathing harsh through his open mouth, “Or did you, hmm? But your morals are just too strong?” He grinned manically down at me, his eyes alight with understanding and I felt like he already knew me better than I did.

“Do what you want!” I snarled at him, “Now people know what’s happened to me and you can’t change that!”

His grip on my throat tightened even more and I squirmed again rubbing my back raw on the rough brick behind me as I tried in in vain to free my arms from where they were pinned under his body.

“Oh, I don’t want to change that, kitten.” He told with a slight airy chuckle as though I was a fool. “People need to know you’re gone, doll…” He breathed down at me, “…for the plan to work.” He grinned, his metal teeth clear and evident against his red lips inches from my face.

“You should know, doll – it is your plan after all.” He said, dipping his head to look up at me through his eye lashes, his invisible eyebrows raised - as though he was shocked I hadn’t caught on yet.

That’s when it clicked with me – he was kidnapping me to complete the plan I had suggested to him the night before. Shit. Why did I say anything to him yesterday? Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut? Everyone planned the little criminal things they’d do if they could – why had I shared mine? What was it about the man in front of me that made so reckless and giddy?

“Now, all I need for you to do is breathe….” The Joker growled at me lowly, bringing a rag up to my face in his free hand. I tried one last ditch attempt to get away but I knew it was hopeless before I had even started and, when the cloth finally enveloped my mouth and nose, I resigned myself to my fate and inhaled deeply, drowsiness soon overcoming me.

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projectgaiarp-blog · 7 years

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Full Name: Scarlet Cress Nicknames: Beautiful, baby doll Level: 1 Species: Metahuman Age: 29 Date of birth: September 04, 1988 Home Town: New York, New York Occupation: Weapons Faceclaim: Amber Heard

MBTI AND/OR ENNEAGRAM:

ESTJ-A - Executives are aware of their surroundings and live in a world of clear, verifiable facts – the surety of their knowledge means that even against heavy resistance, they stick to their principles and push an unclouded vision of what is and is not acceptable. Their opinions aren’t just empty talk either, as Executives are more than willing to dive into the most challenging projects, improving action plans and sorting details along the way, making even the most complicated tasks seem easy and approachable.However, Executives don’t work alone, and they expect their reliability and work ethic to be reciprocated – people with this personality type meet their promises, and if partners or subordinates jeopardize them through incompetence or laziness, or worse still, dishonesty, they do not hesitate to show their wrath.

Enneagram Type 6 “The Skeptic. The committed, security-oriented type.”

Scarlet is very charming, the side of her that knows manners, that could be respectful is very much present in herself. Just as there is the reckless and fragile part of herself that can be out of control. She cannot forget what had happened to her in the past, because it has molded her into the person she is. Behind the beauty, the smile, the confidence that draws others, lies a broken soul, who was tossed to the side as if she didn’t exist, and that had taken her to a dark place. A place where envy, greed, any part of the seven sins that have come and consumed what was left of anything good. Dark thoughts have crossed her mind, and when she is in the middle of a job, that side tends to reveal itself, her awareness, and survival instincts, and adapting, she can easily be your greatest ally, or your worst enemy. Her true persona is one of kindness, the need to feel as if she is worthy of not just the people she cares for but of herself, that is if she chooses to reveal that to anyone.. She’ll have many scratching their heads on who she really is, because she is but a mystery, and the kind of mystery you must ask yourself if you’re willing to risk.

BIOGRAPHY:

TW DEATH, TW VIOLENCE, TW MENTAL HEALTH

Even the most beautiful of flowers have thorns hidden beneath, distracted by it’s beauty, the failure to realize it can be quite harmful will be all too late. It is easy to be carried away in her presence, she is striking, and woman like herself, is alluring because she says nothing, leaving one wanting and longing for more. Distant whispers ‘What’s her name?..who is she? For her eyes hold the windows to such a soul that at one glance can wrap you into her world. Be as it may be darkness, light, joy, anger, you are taken, if she so much let’s you in. — a poor unfortunate soul, that she is marked in the wrongest of ways.

The child of beauty, the perfect description that her mother and father could ever shout out to the town, neighbors, anyone who would listen, since the day Scarlet was ever graced into the world. So graceful, fragile, a warmth that only a smile could illuminate the people that surrounded her. A family that comes from Money, lives, eats and prospers well. Scarlet was not short with anything that was provided for her, she had clothes, servers and people at her beck and call. She also had a younger sister who she did not get along with. It was when she was twelve that her powers manifested, one day she looked at her sister because of how her sister like to rub everything in her face, she concentrated long enough on her, and then her sister was in pain. Screaming pain, all she did was imagine that her sister was being pricked by tiny needles. At first she didn’t think it was her, maybe all in her head, but the more she would focus, the more it was real.

Her parents showed quite the affection for her younger sibling, and though Scarlet was shown for display, the terrible secret her parents had kept from her, she was not of Cress blood. She was to be raised, but to never be the successor of her parent’s fortune or rather anything that belonged to them. She was the daughter of some freak that was taken away by these scientist, and never looked at again. Frankly she did not even have a purpose, she would soon later discover, and she was truly sent to be outcasted. Even though her younger sister was priority, there was something about Scarlet that drew everyone in, there was an elegance about her, along with a pure innocence. ‘You must speak like a lady, smile, greet, and find yourself a husband’ words her mother repeated to her day in and day out. Something changed that day, and Scarlet couldn’t quite figure it out…just yet.

This made her quite the sight for the many men in her town, she was a stranger to such things as relationships, but someone how she had met someone who didn’t just approach her like the rest do because of how beautiful she is. Roy took a genuine interest in who she is as a person, and it lead to her very first relationship, learning new things as she went on. For the first time in a long time she was happy, and could see where her life would take her, something about him made her feel like she could do anything. but that is where anything began to happen, she didn’t tell him that she was different, that her ability to inflict pain on any human or animal, was a curse and a gift. . but it seemed that even a painting,no matter the fine colors painted across the canvas, is not meant to last, he had broken her heart, into tiny million pieces–he was not who she thought he was. Without question due to her pain, she had inflicted it on him, and when he touched her, he managed to stop whatever she had done, leaving her without her powers for a short time. That’s when she knew he wasn’t normal either, and she couldn’t stay, so she left.

She left New York, to pursue Law at Harvard. Head in the books, she wanted to do something different , be a lawyer, prosecutor, make things just for those who cannot speak up. By the age of twenty -two she had earned her degree, and was even top of her class. She was innovative, determined, and knew her way around the things that many would tend to hide. Business was where she persevered

She was walking home alone, late one night when she was suddenly abducted, taken away from her home, only to wake up in darkness, a small flicker of light at the bottom of the door, and metal bars sealing her in.The first few nights were spent that way, in plain darkness, no sound but of the running water, and crickets, the only comfort was that of what she held onto - hope, that someone would find her. Attempts of her escape started off strong, a few screams and yells for someone to hear her, but no answer. The will to survive was strong within her. Panic began to arises, and in the distance she could have sworn she heard a machine, followed by echoes of screams and bright flashes. It wasn’t until she heard the door open one evening, and male appeared before her. ‘you have a lot to learn, you and I , will be spending quite some time, and you will know what is real.’ she did not understand.

Days turned into months, and months into years, she had been isolated, away from reality of what was once her world. She had thought that maybe this person knew of her family, her wealth and wanted her money, anything. But none of it was real, she had spent 3 years of her life along side someone who kept her in the dark, treated as if she was nothing, only to find out that her family never looked for her. Never searched, no news of any disappearance. If anything, her sister was left with it all, the money , the house, even the fiance she was engaged to. It was a terrible sin to envy, to have greed, and it had consumed her to no end. Her sanity was tested and she didn’t know what was real or not anymore. A bond formed in which she developed a connection with her captor. Later revealed that her parents had paid him to end her life, only he had taken pity on her, simply because she was beautiful, and with a beautiful doll to play with day in and day out, with no one to hear, five years seemed like nothing to him.

Scarlet was smart in her way of thinking, no matter if she could not tell the time of day, there was a routine, when he would come visit. When she was let out to roam about the abandoned building that was surrounded by trees. Each day she planned her escape, most of the time unsuccessful until one day. Her captor had started a fire (something he shouldn’t have) , he always did make sure nothing of a weapon would be in plain sight for her, and as he made a fire, he failed to realize that she would do just about anything to leave. She grabbed a piece of wood that wasn’t quite burned, and jabbed it into his neck, enough to kill him, as she took off into the reality of what was the present. She was left alone, her family completely left her to die, she was sure they invented something, and left it all to her sister. She wasn’t even their blood. Scarlet held onto that, the things that had been done to her, mentally, physically, but she wasn’t going to simply leave it at that. Her family was going to have everything taken from them, she was a survivor, and use all in her power to get to the top, to knock the rest down.

Over the course of the next two years, she traveled, Scarlet did whatever was necessary for survival, living off in the streets, stealing wasn’t hard, she was so adaptive to seeing things done once, and then she could mimic the movement. Could anyone question her? she was beautiful, and that was her key weapon. Beauty. Catching the eye of someone who had witnessed a potential in her ability, someone who had found her when she was broken and molded her into an ally. Showed her the world of art and Thievery. What deception can do, and the rewards that come with effort and hard work. Conning, robbery and operations had become something she found muse in. Not only did her degree in Law serve her, it was also a perfect cover. Scarlet was never one to be in the right set of mind, to do something wrong, or to do something right, she was fearless, and very well frightening on how fearless she could be. The part of her that remembered to care, to feel, well it was nothing. she did believe in love anymore, a broken heart makes the rest go cold. She was in Washington, D.C when it all came to a halt. Someone had approached her, stating they were from a place called Atlas, and she was to accompany them immediately. (little did she know it was due to the connection of her mother being a metahuman) that they even found Scarlet, and knew of her amazing ability to inflict pain.

Main abilities: Pain manipulation - including physical, mental or emotional Her gift is to create an illusion of burning pain: it deceives the mind of her target into believing that the body is truly being burned alive, and thus the tormenting pain is experienced throughout the whole body. A person on whom she uses her gift immediately feels excruciating pain of fire, collapses on the floor, and writhes in pain. Though merely an illusion, it has enough strength to incapacitate any individual and turn them into a helpless target.

It doesn’t necessarily have to be a feeling of being burned alive, but any kind of torture, that she could think of, the person will believe and feel it being done to them. She could easily make them feel it, or give off the illusion of them enduring a scenario in which they will believe it is real. Suppression

She is able to not feel pain at all, if she concentrates hard enough on herself, she can numb any part of her body that would feel pain, it’s almost as close to as turning off emotions, if someone wanted to inflict damage on her, she could easily suppress any torture if she is focused, if not well then she’s open to feel almost anything.

Weaknesses: - This power is only limited by her concentration; she can inflict pain without contact, however it is better when touching whoever she wants to inflict pain to. Her concentration can focus on several people, if she’s against one person, it’s easy for her to overcome them , however if it is a crowd, she’ll need to be somewhere secluded where no distractions are in place. Most of the time her concentration is well controlled but if she is stabbed, injured, or knocked out, it breaks the connection and the pain she’s inflicting on others.

Level - She has three types of degrees, the first is simple, muscle aches, cramps, the feeling of being injured, as she moves up on the intensity the second level could indicate broken bones, migraines, the feeling of their body begin to get overheated. level 3 is the emotional and traumatic state, in which she can cause someone’s skin to feel as though it’s burning, or being ripped apart,any kind of torture like scenario, if she imagines it, it can be done. The degree it takes on her body it can impact her physically. Some signs of overexertion on her powers are: bleeding from the nose, a headache that doesn’t go away for a few hours, fatigue or passing out, she has the power to suppress her own pain if it ever gets too far, which could eventually inflict pain on herself and cause internal damage if she is unaware how much power she is using. - Family - if she came in contact with anyone of her past that reminded her of who she used to be, it would definitely stir some things within her, since now she’s living her life like she wants, with not a care in the world. She uses her beauty to hide her insecurities. - Telepaths - it won’t affect people who have pain suppression or people who have telepathy, being as telepaths can very well do the same, inflict pain if they so wish. However, Scarlet has developed a way in which she could block any attempts, which may not work quite as well. - Her mind - it is filled with dark thoughts about her past, about her experiences. Often times she’ll have nightmares of the things that have happened to her, and will breakdown. She doesn’t like to show that she has weakness, but slowly she is losing herself to her own mind. After all, she looks strong, but she is still very much broken inside.

Connections

Zoe Castille - Scarlet can feel very relaxed and calm, and Zoe often seeks the blonde out for company or just to unwind from her own emotions. Scarlet is in the unique position of having Zoe’s tentative trust and little by little, Scarlet is beginning to see the girl she used to be before all of the madness.

Leroy Ward - Her ex-boyfriend. She was a stranger to new relationships but she believed in new beginnings and she instantly fell for him. He was handsome, and he knew how to treat a woman the proper way a man should. But some good things are never meant to last and when she thought everything was going on as it should, he broke her heart. Something in Scarlet changed and she used her power against him, when she found he had powers of his own, she couldn’t bare to be in his presence anymore. Now after a year in Atlas, she’d come face to face with him again, only she’s not the girl he once knew.

#Scarlett Cress #Amber Heard #metahuman #level 1

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privilege-archives · 7 years

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CAILA MOTTA ➝ FIFTH SIBLING

I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

❖ FULL NAME: Caila Juliet Motta. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 21. (September 9th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fifth. ❖ GRADE: Part-Time. ❖ MAJOR: Acting. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Fluid. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Fluid. ❖ FACECLAIM: Sarah Hyland.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

Caila was less than half a year old when she landed her first job. Being still pretty young parents, and living in Hollywood, Stacy and Al were swept up in the fun of having an adorable baby girl, who was more like their doll than their child. They weren’t bad parents, not by a long shot, just a little clueless and distracted, that was all. Caila was their last child, so they had a lot keeping them occupied. Someone told Stacy that their baby had a face for television, and taking it very literally, she saw to it that she and her husband hooked her up with an agency; then, at barely five months old, Caila was cast in her first commercial. Something about diapers, apparently. Though, she has never actually watched it, despite her parents having an old copy on VHS. Being so young, Caila didn’t have to have any special talent. All she had to do was lay there with a couple cameras pointed at her, and be picked up by an on-screen mom, though Caila branded her a natural. For what, Caila has no idea, but she was incredibly proud of her regardless. Al, too, but the whole acting daughter gig was more Stacy’s thing than his.

It seemed, from that very moment, Caila had been bitten by the work bug, and was now stuck with it for life. Before she’d even reached her first birthday, she’d starred in two other commercials, and just a month after she’d turned one, she’d been cast as the main character’s youngest daughter, Marissa, in a show titled Single With Children. Again, it didn’t take a whole lot of talent to be a one year old in a sitcom, so she was apparently a natural all over again, according to Stacy. The show actually did pretty well, running for a total of four seasons, with short hiatuses between, resulting in Caila being six years old before its ending. Her Single With Children family had become like her second family, with Caila being the baby, so it was a huge adjustment for her to lose the second set of parents and older siblings she’d grown up with, and to suddenly be a little sister to her real siblings. Not that she disliked it or anything; she was a very friendly little girl, and loved hanging out with the others. That wasn’t enough for her, though.

Despite their other children needing attention, Stacy and Al still gave plenty of it to Caila—perhaps an unfair amount, in fact—and met regularly with her agent to set up new projects for her. Now that she was a little older, she could take on slightly more demanding roles, and was soon cast in a movie alongside Kate Hudson, titled Raising Riley. Caila played the title character, although the movie focused mostly on her estranged parents, with Riley just getting up to general seven year old mischief. The movie did exceptionally well, though once it was all done and dusted and the hype had calmed down, Caila had begun to find her own voice, to the point where she could express to her parents that acting was fun, but she wanted to focus on other aspects of the performance world, too. It had become something of an ongoing thing for her Single With Children character to burst into song at random, inopportune moments (one time in church, another in the middle of an important meeting with her mother and her boss, etc.), and it turned out that Caila had a pretty great voice, especially for someone so young.

At her request, Stacy, who had become something of a momager to her, enrolled her in vocal classes, as well as dance classes, though she never really cared about the latter. She continued to take on small movie roles and television appearances, all while perfecting her voice. Caila never went to regular school, and instead would have her own private teachers who would give her lessons on set or at home, depending on her current project. Despite living her life in the spotlight, however, Caila was not your typical Hollywood brat. She was polite, sweet, and very driven. So much so that at only eight years old, Nickelodeon had approached her agent with a show all of her own. With Caila’s input, they came up with the title Caila’s Courtyard. It consisted of a set made up to look like an eight year old’s dream house, where Caila and a bunch of other kids lived without parental supervision. They would often have fans star in episodes, where they could win prizes. It was kind of all over the place, but it was a total hit, with Caila and the other kids being thirteen by the time it came to an end.

Throughout Caila’s Courtyard’s prime years, the family received the news that would flip their world upside down. Stacy’s mother had passed away, and everything changed from that moment. Stacy started to withdraw, to the point that it seemed she didn’t even care about her children anymore. Not even Caila, who she’d always seemed close with. Stacy’s mental health regressed rapidly, and the ever optimistic teen wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it. She was able to keep herself busy with various projects, even dabbling in songwriting, though that was something she never went on to pursue. Her work continued to steadily flow, while Stacy’s mental state worsened. Finally, shortly after Caila’s thirteenth birthday, Stacy took off without a word, and that day was probably the worst of Caila’s life. She’d never experienced loss like it before, and had considered herself incredibly close with her mother. Stacy had always been her biggest supporter. Not having her around anymore was a lot for her to swallow.

A light in Caila went out after that, but she refused to stop. She took a brief break to just try to find a little happiness again, to come to terms with the, for lack of a better word, loss. There was only so much a hormonal teenager could do to help herself, though, especially when her father had begun to rely more heavily on his own work, so she became even more career obsessed than before. She threw herself completely into her work, still appearing in television shows here and there, but it begun to take a bit of a backseat to music. The latter was more of a challenge for her, and that was what she needed. She needed a challenge; a distraction. Music was it. Caila poured her entire heart and soul into it, though she never quite found her own specific sound. That wasn’t to say she didn’t do well; she released an album by the time she was seventeen, and it wasn’t the world’s best seller, but it did pretty well. Well enough to land her an invitation to London, England, to work as a judge on the UK’s X Factor at only nineteen years old.

Judging and mentoring young performers (she was given the teens category the first time, being the youngest judge herself) was a ton of fun, and Caila didn’t hesitate to come back to the States and judge on the US X Factor panel, then a little later, she was back in the UK to work on a new season. England was nice, if not a very big culture shock, and Caila considered staying out there for a while. She wasn’t sure what she expected from all of the back and forth trips, other than to find something that was missing, she just didn’t know what it was. It took a little while for her to realize that what was missing was her mother, and no amount of working and busying herself could bring her back. Caila allowed herself a quiet breakdown, before deciding she would lose herself if she let it go on for too long. Staying in the States for the time being, she enrolled in Pacific State, where she is currently taking part time classes in Acting. Despite that, Caila is still yet to slow down, and takes on as many projects outside of school as she can. She’s going back to acting, and is currently working as a judge on America’s Got Talent.

It’s still not enough for her, though. With her mother gone, nothing ever will be, and Caila’s finally starting to accept that.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

Despite being in her twenties, Caila has a total baby face, and stands at a modest 5'2. Having been in the spotlight since she was five months old, her body has never truly been her own, which means she has never had the option to make many changes to her appearance, other than the blonde color she has in her otherwise naturally brown hair, which falls to just below her shoulders. She’ll wear hair extensions sometimes, which reach just below her chest. Since she is always in the spotlight, she has to look her best, so is always on top of trends, with her makeup done to a natural looking perfection. She wears heels often, and two piercings through each ear lobe. As of yet, she has no tattoos, with no plans to get one anytime soon.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

Stacy has not been in the picture in a long time, but she was once an extra on a movie with Al Motta, who is a very well known actor and has been since he was a teen. Their youngest daughter, Caila, has been acting since she was five months old, and is still an active actress, singer and judge on both the X Factor and America's Got Talent.

#privcaila #privmotta

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Week 4 + 5 - Research and Development: Play and Interaction:

Week 4 and 5 have been slow for both Studio and Play and Interaction. I unfortunately did not get as much research as I would have liked to get in week 4, which is why I am combining the two weeks together into one blog post. This does not mean research will stop though. I will still be reading into certain elements through the process, for both studio and play and interaction.

As a brief overview as to where I am at:

Child Poverty - Week 4 was the end of our research topics for studio. This meant that I completed prison integration and we decided to not focus on that for this semester through studio. Amanda looked into Child Poverty so after having a discussion with her, I managed to gather a lot of info in one studio session. In week 3, I initially wanted to research my own facts around Child Poverty, though for one - it was already being done in our studio group and two - I thought it would be better for myself and our team to focus on a subject/idea none of us had looked into yet. This also means that marking later on will be easier as Ben can clearly see what I have completed for studio and play and interaction.

Installations and events - this was a very trick topic that I first attempted to find more about, and ended up only finding one event, and a few organisations that had conversation evenings/awareness talks based around Child Poverty in NZ.

Applications - I started to think about more, how will we be able to connect with the parents and children? and how will we keep them engaged enough for them to come back and do business through us again? This is where I started to look into apps, child friendly + games + input/output + child poverty related.

Idea’s starting to form - possible application idea for children to interact with Doodle Dolls affectively.

Child Poverty Main Facts: (That have surfaced from Amanda’s Child Poverty research for Studio)

Child poverty “can lead to serious and prolonged mental illness in children” (Feek, 2017), that can eventuate into a problematic adulthood that has a negative effect on both the individual and society as a whole (Peters & Besley, 2014).

Poverty rates are consistently higher for those aged 0-11 years old, compared to children 12-17 (Feek, 2017). This is Doodle Dolls target market.

Child poverty rates are increasing at a rapid rate. As Roy (2016) states, “one-third of the country’s children, or 300,000, now live below the poverty line – 45,000 more than a year ago”.

Stuff (2016) estimates that “…90,000 kids are living in severe poverty” and that “New Zealand has a goal to halve poverty by 2030"

Peters & Besley (2014) state that “New Zealand has substantial rates of child poverty and material deprivation. These rates significantly exceed those of many other developed countries and, at least on some measures, are much worse than three decades ago. The evidence suggests that child poverty, especially when experienced in early childhood and/or when persistent and severe, can be very damaging —both to the children directly affected and society as a whole. Amongst other things, child poverty contributes to the large educational achievement gaps between children from lower and higher SES backgrounds. For such reasons, there is a powerful case for reducing child poverty. I have argued that decision-makers have the available policy tools to alleviate child poverty and mitigate its effects–at least to some extent. The issue, in other words, is not the means, but the political will.”

Sadly, “NZ has the worst teen suicide rate of the developed world, with 16 suicides per 100,000 in 2016" (Fyres, 2017)

Feek (2017) suggests that “Prevention is the key; which can be aided by policies that support better incomes…“. Hopefully Doodle Dolls will be the beginning of a solution to end New Zealand’s dismal child poverty rates.

Installations and Events:

FLY ME UP TO WHERE YOU ARE: The Contact Festival Playground

Fly Me Up to Where You Are New Zealand in Upper Frank Kitts Park is the culmination of a four-year project that began in 2012 and has gathered 15,000 flags made by children aged 8–12 at Decile 1 & 2 schools in Auckland, Christchurch and Wellington.

The project encouraged the children to tap their creativity in order to process their concerns, hopes, dreams and ideas. It offers a platform where their voices can be expressed as a collective artwork.

Fly Me Up was facilitated by artist Tiffany Singh, who considers it a priority to provide a space for learning, sharing and connecting to the world around us. Her hope is to ignite enthusiasm and responsibility in our younger generations for the wellbeing of the community and the world we wish for.

When I found this event, I thought it was such a brilliant idea, it was a shame the flags were up for only so long. I was also touched by the amount if children writing quite serious things on these flags. According to a Stuff article by Rachel Thomas, “While some wanted people to recycle and "be happy", Auckland-based creator Tiffany Singh says the biggest thing our youth wanted were basic needs.” "In terms of being safe and warm and having food on the table ... that was eye-opening." The simple fact that these children knew they were struggling, and knew their families were in a tough place makes them that much more inspirational and makes me what to be able to connect to the children themselves through the Doodle Doll process, rather than just having adults send in their child’s drawings.

Stuff article: http://www.stuff.co.nz/entertainment/arts/77297349/nz-festival-flag-art-project-collects-dreams-of-kiwi-kids

Website: http://www.festival.co.nz/2016/events/fly-me-where-you-are-new-zealand/

I also found some support groups for poverty and hardship that were promoting classes/advice for people in need. (Save the Children, Child Poverty Action Group (CPAG), Just Speak.) The only issue with this, is you had to be looking for the help to find it. Doodle dolls is an opportunity for children to put themselves in a better place, as well as have fun while doing it. Another issue is, if the parents do not not get something out of it, why would they put the effort into sending an image for their child if all they are trying to do themselves is put food on the table for the family. What are these families priorities?

Applications:

This research has been started, though will be extended into week 6 and through my play testing process. What makes a good application? What makes children want to use it? What will keep the children/adult coming back to use it? Talking to Ben on Thursday really helped with this. He mentioned that I had to make sure the app was for a purpose. I pitched the idea that it would be an app version of our business (adult uploads an image through the app and then is alerted when the application is complete, though Ben stated that this wasn’t necessarily faster/easier and wont have the users coming back.

Games are so commonly downloaded on the app store, in fact, Over 5 million iOS games are downloaded per day by 63 million iOS gamers in the US and EU. Games represent the largest single App-category on Apple App Stores, and account for half of the downloads of both free and paid Apps. In New Zealand alone, mobile games have been downloaded more than 130 million times in the past year. Games such as Flappy Bird, was such a huge hit for such a simple game, simply because the game was addictive and kept the user coming back, trying to bet their own high score.

I initially wasn’t going to include games into this app, though doing more research into it and how children’s applications are based around entertainment and education through fun learning could be an interesting way to engage our child users + keep the parent happy that they are having fun and learning at the same time. If there is a way I can combine teaching the child about poverty and hardship in an interesting and engaging way, through an app that also connects the child to the parent, then I think Doodle Doll’s will be starting something really positive.

I have found a website where it shows highly rated games for children. they state that for children between 5-8, “...socialization and creativity are key -- and believe it or not, there are several quality apps for that! When choosing apps for this age group, go beyond the usual arcade games (although those can be fun) to apps that help kids express their feelings and unleash their creativity.”

https://www.commonsensemedia.org/lists/best-apps-for-kids-age-5-8#

Next plan of Attack: Developing ideas:

Ben’s advice to complete before next class (pitch and presentation week) was to create a few user flows for adults and children in a early stage of app development. This will be interesting to develop and test when I have an early design of my chosen app. I am going to play around with several ideas, including games and other activities, or just a mobile version of Doodle Dolls. Play testing both will give me a large ground to cover and will allow me to eliminate ideas when I come across them if they are unsuccessful.

User flows + updated pitch and youtube presentation is the goal to complete in the last week of semester. Heaps of work to do!

References:

About us. (n.d.). Retrieved from www.cpag.org.nz/about-us/

Best apps for kids age 5–8. (n.d.). Retrieved from https://www.commonsensemedia.org/lists/best-apps-for-kids-age-5-8#

Child poverty and injustice - justspeak. (n.d.). Retrieved from http://www.justspeak.org.nz/child_poverty_and_injustice

Fly me up to where you are new zealand, 27 feb – 19 mar 2016 – new zealand festival. (n.d.). Retrieved from http://www.festival.co.nz/2016/events/fly-me-where-you-are-new-zealand/

The issues. (n.d.). Retrieved from https://savethechildren.org.nz/the-issues/

Over 5 million ios games downloaded per day. (n.d.). Retrieved from https://newzoo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Newzoo_Distimo_press-release_1805111.pdf

Pullar-Strecker, T. (2013, October 30). Nz game studios report huge growth | stuff.co.nz. Retrieved from http://www.stuff.co.nz/technology/games/9341992/NZ-game-studios-report-huge-growth

Thomas, R. (2016, March 1). Nz festival: flag art project collects dreams of kiwi kids | stuff.co.nz. Retrieved from http://www.stuff.co.nz/entertainment/arts/77297349/nz-festival-flag-art-project-collects-dreams-of-kiwi-kids

#playandinteraction #urbanplaygrounds #doodledolls

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