oc deep dive questionnaire - dhes edition
tagged by @sikoi (ty you for the tag!! <3)
-what common/uncommon fear do they have?
tbh, there's not much that scares Dhes. when he was younger, he feared rejection, but that fear has lessened significantly as he's gotten older & become more comfortable with himself
-do they have any pet peeves?
he's pretty particular about housekeeping, so his biggest pet peeves tend to be related to that. but he especially hates when Kelly leaves his shoes lying around instead of putting them away (bc Dhes *always* trips over them lol)
-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?
CDs (lots of CDs), a tamagotchi (he brings it to work. it never stays alive long), & notes that he & Kel wrote back & forth to each other during class throughout their teen years
-what do they notice first in a person?
whether or not they look directly at him/look him in the eyes
-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?
probably 8 or 9
-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?
fight - Dhestyn's a fighter through & through
-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?
his family is pretty average, size-wise. his family dynamic is very eccentric, so whether or not he's a "family person" is kind of a complicated answer. he's not particularly close with anyone in his immediate family, but he does talk to them & visit them often
-what animal represents them best?
a dog - generally, he's very friendly & loyal, but in the right circumstances, he does tend to bite
-what is a smell that they dislike?
burning meat
-have they broken any bones? if so, how?
several, mostly his fingers & wrists though. he's broken them in skateboarding accidents, during fights with other kids when he was in middle/high school, & by simply making poor decisions due to his reckless nature :-)
-how would a stranger likely describe them?
i actually kind of explained this on his character page, but to sum it up people tend to see Dhes as either very charming or very unsavory
-are they a night owl or a morning bird?
both! Dhes has a horrific sleep schedule. he'll regularly stay up until 1-2am & he wakes up at 5 o'clock every morning. though if he had to choose one, he prefers mornings
-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?
he really likes cinnamon. he's not a big fan of seafood.
-do they have any hobbies?
yes! skateboarding, hacky sack, making playlists & listening to music, working out (weights/jogging), fashion (read: "fashion"), & ruining his hair, to name a few.
-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?
Dhestyn always appreciates a nice surprise
-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?
yes, the man loves to accessorize. his favorite piece of "jewelry" is actually a necklace Kel gave to him when they were fifteen - it's a simple black cord with one of Kel's old guitar picks on it.
-do they have neat or messy handwriting?
somewhere in the middle - it's legible, at least.
-what are two emotions they feel the most?
love & anger
-do they have a favorite fabric?
not particularly, no
-what kind of accent do they have?
standard PNW accent when speaking English, though occasionally he'll have hints of a more Mexican-American accent, which he picked up from his mom's side of the family
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Thenamesh Ballerina/Boxer AU with Gil protecting Thena.
I love protective Gil so it would be really cool :)
"You sure you wanna do this?" Gil couldn't help but ask as they walked into the loud, crowded pub.
"Oh, come on," Thena smiled at him, pulling his hand to go find where Sersi and Ikaris were waiting for them. "I'm not so opposed to rambunctiousness. I do teach teenagers, if you recall."
"Oh, I recall," he chuckled. The teenagers were the class who loved to 'ooh' and 'aw' when Miss Thena's boyfriend came in to bring her coffee.
"Besides," Thena sighed, half for fun and half in genuine exasperation. "Sersi is quite taken with your old buddy, Ikaris."
"I don't know if I'd use the term 'buddy'."
"I want her to know that we can all spend time together."
Gil grinned, pulling Thena back to him by the hand and securing her there by wrapping his arm around her waist. He pressed his lips to her temple, "you're a good friend, Gorgeous."
Thena lavished in the small affection, even in the middle of the horrifically loud establishment.
"I do owe him a beer anyway," Gil added a little more sheepishly, "after last time."
"Last time?" Thena blinked.
"Well, the time before that," Gil shrugged, referring to a misunderstanding between them that had led to Gil pulverising Ikaris way too intensely for a practice match.
Thena blushed as Gil nipped at the shell of her ear.
"How could I forget last time?"
Thena squirmed in his embrace, pushing on his chest, "we're already late."
"Where the hell are these two?" Gil muttered, looking around the room. Even with its darkened corners, he assumed he would have seen them by now. "You see 'em?"
"No, I--hey!"
"Whoops, sorry 'bout--hello there," the offending stranger shifted from frustrated to smiling at Thena in the blink of an eye. He took her in, visibly, running his eyes over her and tipping up his hat. "Sorry, little lady, didn't mean to jostle you like that."
"It's fine."
"Let me get'cha a drink-"
"She said it's fine, man," Gil grumbled, pulling Thena closer to him again as the walking ball cap and blue jeans refused to stop dragging his eyes over her.
The man turned to Gil, as if noticing him for the first time. "Oh, sorry man, I didn't realise she was with you."
Thena had to wonder how he had missed her literally being held by Gil. But they were on their way again before she could ask. "Gil?"
"That's the other thing about dives like this," Gil muttered, keeping her close as he found them a standing table underneath a light. "The prettier you are, the more of an animal you'll attract."
"I'm not sure if that's so foreign a concept to me."
"Maybe not," Gil conceded, kissing her cheek gently as he parted from her reluctantly, "but the kind of animal might be. I'm gonna see if the bartender knows if they're here and where they might be."
Thena nodded, watching him go as she stayed standing at the table. She swayed absently to whatever tune was playing far too loudly through the speakers. She put her hands on the edge of the table, only to discover there was something on it. Whether it was water or something else she wiped her fingers off on her jeans--the only pair she owned, and wore specifically with this venue in mind.
Sersi got out more than she did. Sersi knew how not to stand out in a pub--a bar, rather. This was for Sersi--who deserved to be happy, even if Thena thought Ikaris was a bit of a meathead for her.
"Buy you a drink?"
Thena stared down at the table, wondering if refusing to engage them at all would be a better route.
"Buy you a drink?!!"
No, they just thought she couldn't hear them. She sighed, turning with a frown, "my boyfriend is at the bar now."
"Then he's not here."
"That wasn't an invitation," she scowled, as the man - and more than one behind him - shifted from their table to hers. She eyed them cautiously, "I'm not here alone."
"Really?--'cause," the front one ran his eyes over her, just like the one from the crowd, "you seem pretty lonesome."
Alone and lonesome did not mean the same thing.
"We can just keep you company," another one suggested, "'till your, uh, boyfriend?--comes back."
"I don't think you want to do that," Thena advised, not that the interloping animals deserved the courtesy of a warning. "He won't like arriving to a scene like this."
"What? We're just talking."
Thena shuffled back from the table, desperate for every centimetre of distance from them she could get. "A discussion to which I never agreed."
"Now what's a flower like you doin' in a place like this?"
"Yeah, you're far too sweet to be roamin' around alone."
"I bet your boyfriend's just some dickhead, anyway."
Thena glared at him.
"Dude, you made her mad," the others slapped his shoulder, laughing between themselves, although clearly her anger was the cause for their amusement. "She's cute when she's angry, though."
"Then you're gonna think I'm adorable."
Thena looked over their shoulders, although the one closest to the back was already getting flipped over Gil's shoulder. His shoes hit the ceiling light dangling above them with a loud clang. "I did tell you."
The one who called Gil a 'dickhead' was next. He tried to make his escape but Gil grabbed him by the wrist, giving it it a good twist until everyone around them could hear the pop! of it.
"Hey, man, we were just-"
"Harassing my girlfriend," Gil finished for the other two, cracking his knuckles loudly and giving his hands a shake, like he did when he was getting ready for the last round of a fight. "Yeah, I heard."
Everyone but Thena winced as Gil landed a punch to each of their faces that looked quite lethal in force. And certainly they went down like a sack of bricks, completely unconscious after a hit like that.
"What the hell's going on, here?!"
"Sorry, sorry," Gil apologised, holding up his hands as the bar staff came rushing over. "I'm going, I'm going."
Thena shuffled around the men on the ground, hopping over one of the bodies to trot out beside Gil. "Are you okay?"
Gil just shrugged, shaking out his fist again. Sure, he was used to gloves, but his knuckles had been conditioned long before now. "I'll be fine. Are you okay?"
Thena offered a shrug of her own as they headed back out into the night. "I've certainly heard worse."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he offered sheepishly, taking her hand in his. "I didn't mean to leave you alone to them, or to get us kicked out like that."
Thena just shook her head, stepping in closer to kiss him again. "I'd hardly consider that your fault."
Gil returned the kiss gleefully. "And for the record, you are cute when you're mad, but only I get to say it."
"Gil," she scolded, slipping her hand under his sports coat to give his side a pinch.
"What?" he laughed, leaving his heavy arm around her delicate little shoulders. "It's super cute when your little goslings tease you for having a boyfriend and you get all flustered."
"Gil!"
"Oi," Ikaris blinked as he arrived with his own arm slung over Sersi's shoulders, "what're you doin' out here?"
"What are we doing?" Gil snorted at his old friend, "you're late even by your standard."
"Yeah, well," Ikaris shrugged. That was the end of his excuse, it seemed. He took another step, "shall we?"
"Uh, we can't go in there," Gil caught Ikaris by the shoulder and turned him around.
"Huh?"
Thena took Sersi's elbow and turned her as well, allowing them to link arms with the men on their outside shoulders. "Gil caved in a gentleman's nose, in there."
"Oh my," Sersi underreacted, perfectly able to imagine him doing so, apparently. "Well, there are other places to get a pint."
"Places that aren't crawling with assholes," Gil muttered, slipping off his jacket and putting it over Thena's shoulders.
Ikaris rushed to do the same for his own girlfriend.
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“One weird, silver lining positive from the WGA's strike has been a sense of calm over a reality that has plagued me with anxiety for years — the fact that despite having a great agent, manager, and lawyer, despite having been in hundreds of rooms with top execs and producers, despite having pitched countless networks, and despite having sold multiple pilots and pitches, I still work in food and bev. For so long, it felt like such an embarrassment in so many ways because it felt like I was the only one who was biding time in between sales with a side hustle. When I would tell people at work that I wrote television, they'd look at me like I had ten heads, or like I was delusional. They couldn't IMAGINE someone who *actually* wrote television would also be asking them what temp they wanted their salmon.
But the reality is, TV money goes fast, especially when it's just a pilot sale. And if shit doesn't get picked up to series, that money only lasts for so long. Being responsible meant swallowing my pride and keeping a job that was more consistent and steady but also gave me the ability to take pitch meetings, to write on my down time, do rewrites, answer e-mails, and take notes calls.
And for so long I thought I was a minority in that regard. Like I had done something wrong to not be successful enough to rely solely on my career as a writer.
Yet the strike has pushed SO many stories to the forefront of writers doing the exact same thing I've done, GOOD writers, great writers, writers who shit I watch all the time, whose names I instantly recognize, whose reputations in this industry precede them. So when the studios leaked that the goal was to bleed writers dry, to make it so we lost our homes, I had to laugh. Writers like me will literally do anything to keep the dream of writing alive. It's in us. It never goes away, no matter how many steaks you server, how many martinis you mix, how many cold calls you make, how many Uber passengers you pick up, how many pizzas you have to deliver. We always always always find a way to make it to that next great hope of a pitch, a sale, a green light.
And that's how you know that the CEOs are so fucking out of touch with reality. With the industry. With the POINT of the industry the point for most (not all, but most) has never been to be filthy rich, or own a yacht, or even have a membership to SoHo house. It's been to make something we love. To see it come to life, and make other people happy, or sad, or angry, or scared. To take this story you have kicking around your head and turn it into some epic journey. To be part of the process of making worlds and characters come to life. To tell stories.
The CEO's point has been to make as much money as humanly possible. And so they think that's all there is motivating writers. it's not. It never has been. Just because those CEO's wouldn't wait tables or mix drinks or drive a Lyft in order to keep a dream going, doesn't mean the rest of us wouldn't. The CEO's don't have a dream, they have a lifestyle. And I promise you a dream is a much better motivator than a yacht or a Porsche.
Try to bleed us dry, guys. Just because you'd let your own dream bleed to death, doesn't mean we would. We will always find a way to keep it alive.”
—Stefanie Williams, a tv writer on strike
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