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multiocblog · 3 years

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Greetings~! Welcome to my blog!

Just a little introduction, and some rules along with it~! ^^

Hello~! My name is Brianna but you may call me Bree~ I like to write stories, and create my own characters and such- It's what makes me happy~! And I love when I get to act like my OCs and interact with people! So, I created this blog~! (Sorry this post is quite long so be ready to read-)

To start out this blog, I have 7 OCs I will be making introductions for, so you can find out some about them, and interact with asks!

I have 2 OCs from Black Butler, 3 OCs from Diabolik Lovers, and 2 OCs from My Hero Academia! (I have many many more OCs soon to be added to this blog once I get consistent and completely settled in!)

Theres a brief intro to each at the bottom of the page!

((I write better than what I did there I swear-))

In the meantime, here are the

Rules:

No NSFW asks PLEASE! They make me very uncomfortable, and any asks I think might be dirty in any way, I will not answer.

Please make sure you put the OCs name in parenthesis or brackets so I am aware of which OC you are talking too! Ex." [To Arabella] I love your outfit! "

Please be kind! I will not accept hate comments or anything of the sort towards a subject, opinion, or an OC!

PLEASE "tag" or label accordingly to anything, slightly, definitely, or mildly triggering, even if you're not sure! I just want to make sure that everyone can scroll through my blog without having to be weary! Ex. [TW death]

Please do not flood the askbox or get mad that I don't answer right away! I can't always be online for I have a life to live outside of social media. This is purely for fun! ^^

Please no asks about r*ape, inc*st, pe*dophilia, or anything of the sort! Talk of those subjects will not be tolerated on this blog!

I am the admin to this account, therefore, I am allowed to reject or ignore ANY ask if need be.

((Rules will be updated, should the need arise.))

Bye for now~!

((OC info under read more!!))

Kyoko Komori (DL) ((OC based off the anime. Though I've heard plenty about the games, I have not yet played them, so if I get some things wrong I apologize in advance.))With Kyoko everything is the same. Yui has Cordelias heart and such and was supposed to be sent to the brothers. However, in this universe, Yui has an older sister, one year apart, whom has also been adopted, except she knows it. When she overhears something about her younger sister, her only sister, being sent away to vampires, she decides to take her place. To protect her.

Alyssa Freeman (MHA) ((I have not watched the entirety of MHA yet, and really I don't plan too anytime soon. So if I get anything wrong please correct me, and spoilers to the anime for me are welcomed. Let's just act like I've seen it all-)) Alyssa hates villains. And heros for that matter. All of them. When her apartment was destroyed from a casualty in a battle, Alyassa labeled heros as reckless and careless of the people around them. Herself and her little brother where heading back to the apartment, when she saw it crumbling down. Her parents and grandparents still inside, along with her best friend who was going to surprise Alyssa with a visit. Now she lives on the streets, doing whatever she can to provide for herself and her little brother.

Ongaku Yamada Aizawa (MHA) ((Again, haven't seen it, let's just pretend I have. Also this OC is in result of a ship. I don't really ship it, but I thought both their powers together would be cool so I thought, why not?)) When Ongaku was young, she was always bullied in 1st and 2nd grade for having two dads. One time, she got in trouble for heavily injuring a student with her voice quirk. You can insult her all you want, but not her dads. So, in 3rd grade, she kept a lie she created, that she only has one dad, Erasure Head Shota Aizawa, and that her mother died when she was born. Turns out the lie worked pretty well, people loved her and she was seen as an icon for having a prohero as a father. Shes was usually a quiet person, kept to herself, no friends, only spoke when spoken too. It was just her, her drawings and her music in her headphones. To this day, she keeps the lie, and keeps her distance, even at her new school, in U.A. (She also develops a major crush on Tenya Iida while there.👀)

Lilly and Lila Sakamaki (DL) ((Just thought I'd make one description for both bc they're twin sisters. This is also result of a ship. Ayato x Yui.)) Lilly and Lila are polar opposites despite their similar looks. Lila loves the cutesy, pink, flower stuff, and Lilly is all "tough" and "all that" (When shes really insecure-) Lilly is extremely protective over her sister, and possive too. She doesn't let any man even glance in her general direction. Basically if a man wants to ask Lila out, hes gonna have to go through some interrogation. Lila loves her sister deeply, and is basically like her sisters personal therapist. Lilly will only vent and show emotion around Lila. Lila tries to get her sister Lilly into pink, but with no prevail. Typically, you'll find Lilly hanging out with "Uncle Reiji", for she has a secret interest in his experiments and such. She'll also cuddle with Uncle Shu whenever she has time. And Lila loves hanging out with Uncle Kanato and Uncle Laito. She'll have tea partys with Kanato all the time. Lilly always tries to get Lila away from Laito. She says he's "demented" and "weird". But, Lila doesn't listen and hangs out with him anyway. Laito and Kanatos typical nickname for Lila is, Lilac or Little Flower. Both twins are vampires. Yui always teaches them about God and how to be selfless and kind, while Ayato plays sports with Lilly and cute video games (like Animal Crossing) with Lila.

Arabella Phantomhive (BB) ((This OC is placed in the future, and based off a ship, Ciel X Lizzy. Please be aware that, even though my OC speaks multiple languages, I do NOT. So, as bad as it sounds, I'll probably use Google Translate if I must use another language-😅 ) When Ciel and Lizzy are older and married, they have a little girl. Half human. Half demon. Arabella was taught how to be a lady, ballet, and sword fighting by her mother. And she was taught chess, ballroom dancing and more sword fighting by her father. Instead of going to a school, little Ara was homeschooled, by Sebastian, the Phantomhive Butler. He taught her multiple languages, such as Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, and her personal favorite, French. Time skip to the age of 10, she saw her mother murdered before her, and her father taken by some strange light beings. Having been raised by Sebastian since then, now she's 17, running the Funtom company, and determined to avenge her mother and find her father. :)

Robert Trancy (BB) ((This OC correlates with the Arabella OC, and is in the same storyline.)) Robert J. Trancy was his sweet Arabellas betrothed since birth. Even though it is set to be an arranged marriage, Robert always had a crush on his Arabella, and was awaiting the day to marry his beloved. Robert is a sensitive and kind boy, but sarcastic and joking all the same having been raised by Alois Trancy. He has no idea of whom his mother is, and was always told she died when he was born. At the age of 6, it was at a party when he saw his father dead on the floor of the long corridor. He didn't exactly see his fathers death, but he heard it, and knew exactly who did it. Ciel Phantomhive. He was determined to make his revenge. Having made a contract with Claude, his fathers old butler, he now lives alone in the manor, sending all the old servants away, except Claude. He makes frequent visits to his sweet Blue Rose however. He's a very insecure boy, full of anger, bitterness, jealousy, and sadness, but hides it well behind humor and love for his bride-to-be.

That was very long- and for that I apologize-

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jamiebluewind · 4 years

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Why I'm So Good At Angst

Why The Latest Episode Of Fantasy High Effected Me So Much

I got pretty emotional after the last episode and when combined with recovering from bronchitis... it wasn't a fun night. I decided to write down a bit of my history to help and then I decided to post it because... well who knows? I just felt like it. Let me make it clear; I am okay. I am going to therapy. I moved 1300 miles away from these people. Most of this was years ago. There is NO reason to treat me differently because of this. But it's dark and PTSD is a bitch sometimes. So here are the crib notes on why I'm so good at writing angst. Trigger warnings abound.

Tw: child abuse, neglect, starvation, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, insults, controling, isolation, sexism, racism, homophobia, biphobia, gross imagery, sickness, mention of surgery without consent, dark themes, blood mention, rape mention, death mention, suicide survival mention, animal abuse mention, very minor spider mention (tell me if I missed any!)

Let's start at the beginning. I was born a "mistake". My mother wanted a kid, so she went off birth control and got pregnant. They were late 20/early 30s, VERY broke, not equipped to have a child, he didn't want more kids (he already had 3 from his first marriage), and they were about to break up. Instead they got married so I wouldn't be a "bastard". Turns out, that is a bad foundation for a marriage.

They were expecting a boy when I came out. The doctor said my heartbeat was so strong that I had to be a boy, so they didn't have a name picked out. Thus James became Jamie and my parents became disappointed.

I was mildly intersex so the doctors "fixed" me, but I didn't find out for years. What I did find out was how much money I cost and what a burden I was on my family with shocking regularity. Also, nobody told my mother that babies aren't cute little bundles that you can use to get more attention. They cry, poop, eat, and repeat and they need constant care. So, I started out with the cards stacked against me.

My mother was also... not the sharpest tool in the shed. Case in point, for about the first six months of my life, my mother gave me formula that I was allergic to. My dad (worked extra shifts and odd jobs to make ends meat) only found out when he was watching me when my mother went out of town. There was a substantial amount of blood in my diaper, he called my mother, a day or two later she finally called back to tell him it was normal, he got worried and took me to the doctor, and they told him I was allergic to whey protein.

Thankfully, my dad's parents lived next door. I stayed with them a LOT. Basically lived there. I would visit my parents, say hi, and then run back next door. Mamaw (dad's mother) kept me fed, never made me feel bad for how I saw the world, and was always willing to help. I had dyslexia and every night we would sit and drill my spelling words before she would sing me to sleep. Papaw (dad's father) was great too, but more of the playful one who taught me jokes and how to play poker.

Then Papaw got sick. First cancer and then Alzheimer's. I had to start staying at home a lot. I helped as much as I could. He lived a long life. I was there when he died. Death is not like it is in the movies.

In the meantime, I had school. It was tough, but I had Mamaw helping me and a friend. We hung out on the playground together for a year or two, but my parents found out and threw a fit that the teachers had "allowed" it to happen. Because he was black. Yes. They were also racist. So my friend and I were no longer allowed to be near each other. Mamaw found the whole thing stupid.

In 6th grade, I had a teacher that hated me. Long story short, long before I was born she and her husband owed my grandparents money and they were bitter over eventually having to pay it back. So she "lost" a lot of my homework and treated me like crap.

At the end of the year (after it was already over with), my mother took me out of school and told everyone that she was going to homeschool me. She did not.

Suddenly, I was my mother's maid. I waited on her hand and foot. I did the cleaning, she told my dad that she did it while I sat on my butt, and I would get in trouble for being lazy. She gave me an allowance and then took it back saying she needed it for bills (mind you while saying they were broke because of me). She told all my friends that the number I gave them was wrong and that I had moved away. She bought homeschool books and when I eventually got stuck on every subject, she told me just to forget it and that I could eventually get my GED. She never registered me, so on paper it just looked like I dropped out of school 2 weeks before the end of the 6th grade. Nobody ever checked on me.

I rarely left the house and my mother used me to con people out of money. I went hungry a lot. Sometimes she would give me food that I was allergic to which would make me sick. Sometimes she would make me eat rotten stuff (just imagine a cabbage stew that has been sitting in the fridge for weeks and has this waxy film on top and a sour smell ones you break through. I've eaten stuff like that because she said I wasn't allowed to waste food). I snuck food out under my clothes and kept what I could hidden in my room. We had a pantry full of food too, but she said I wasn't allowed to have any of it. Things like panties and bras weren't replaced as I grew and became so tight that I still have a dent around my waist and my chest. However, the shirts she bought for me were in her size (so she could borrow them), so they were just massive on me (she was a plus sized adult).

Still, I felt like a selfish brat for asking for even minor things, so I just... existed. I had a game system in my room that helped me escape. My older half brother moved in with his wife and kid and I babysat my nephew (for free) which was... something. A second nephew came along and the pair were a handful, but I did my best.

I snuck outside as much as I could. I would jump on my trampoline (before it broke). Play with a stray dog or cat. Observe a spider. I saw Mamaw (and Papaw before he died) as much as I could, but I hid what was going on at home. Mamaw was my escape, but then she moved out of her house and into a smaller house in town. That's when it got bad. Nobody was there to notice anymore, so my mother could get away with more. Dad worked too much to see.

I asked to go back to school when I was 12 or 13. My mother told me that they would hold me back three years so I would be in a class filled with children and she would get in trouble for me being lazy. It was my fault. She made me scared to go back. Later in my mid teens, she would tell me that I wasn't allowed to tell anyone what she'd done or she would go to jail, my dad would go to jail, and I would get put in an orphanage and raped every day. At the time, I was getting physical contact so rarely that it hurt when people touched me. I had a panic attack when a doctor told me to undress for an exam. So not only did I want to protect my parents from jail, the possibility of... that... it was enough for me to not only keep quiet, but actively try to keep what she was doing from getting out.

A lot of my teenage years are rather blurry (part due to monotony and part due to the food stuff). Mamaw had a stroke and I volunteered to take care of her (which I did). My mother used me to con people out of more money (unbeknownst to my dad). I got sick a lot and was often not taken to the doctor when I should have been. I waited on my mother. I took care of my mamaw a couple days a week. My mother started taking pills and gambling heavily. I was told later that she bragged to people about being able to do as she pleased as long as she got home before her husband because her daughter was at home doing chores. When I cleaned the toilet, I had to do it barehanded with a washcloth. I'm pretty sure she poisoned me a couple times. It wasn't fun. Did I mention that her favorite book was Flowers In The Attic by V. C. Andrews? She had a copy that was extremely well worn. *shivers*

At one point, I rescued a kitten from stray dogs and got my dad to let me keep him. I got a second kitten less than a year later who was so tiny she had to be bottle fed. Their names were Punkin and Hopee and I kept going because nobody else would take care of them if I was gone. I know my motger wouldn't because they weren't fed when I wasn't there. They are the reason that I fought to survive.

At 16, my mother took me to a urologist and told me that they were going to put me under to take a urine sample from my bladder. I woke up having had a surgery on my genitals to make them more feminine. Yes, I know how messed up that sounds. I had to go to a specialist when I got older for pain and get treatment for it. I'm mostly okay now, but that doesn't change the fact that it was objectively wrong. Please, if you take anything from this, remember that.

A week after my 18th birthday, my mother kicked my dad out. She wanted a divorce. She told me that she couldn't get in trouble for what she did anymore because I was an adult. The few weeks I was totally alone with her were really bad. She got a stereo, put it right next to my door, and blasted country music when I was trying to sleep. Made some excuse as to why it had to be there and that loud. We were in a well insulated house, so there was no one nearby to complain. I was so tired all the time and still had to wait on and cook for her. Til this day, I hate country music and I can sleep through most background noise.

I moved in with my dad. I had a lot of panic attacks. Some seizures. I was scared to be alone. Horded food. I was at one point sitting and wriggling because I had to pee and needed permission. I was a mess.

Dad and I were good for a while. I followed orders and kept the place clean. He insulted me some and was... honestly very harsh. He said he was preparing me for the world. He was nice most of the time though and so much better than my mother.

As time went on, the insults became more frequent. How much I looked like my mother. How I got all my bad traits from my mother. My voice could give people a headache. Useless. Dumbass. On and on. Nothing was off limits. He became so controlling. Taught me to drive, but my curfew was 8 or 9 pm. I had to save money and not waist it because I would need it later and buying anything small for myself was stupid (but he would buy random stuff all the time). In fact, everything I liked that he wasn't into was stupid and a waste of time and energy. He was better than my mother in so many ways. I never went hungry with him. He let me hug him sometimes. He would help me out with things. That was why it was so hard for me to see the verbal and emotional abuse and how much he was controling and gaslighting me. Every favor had a price. I was isolated. When I started going to college, the control became worse. The insults more rapid pace. I was beat down.

Then I met a guy whom I thought loved me. You know how it goes. He seemed better than my dad. Better than my mother. That was the best I deserved... right? He isolated me. He tried to get me away from my friends. He controled my money. He didn't take no for an answer. He used my bisexuality as something to guilt trip me over and like it was some grand thing for him to be as okay with it as he was. He made me feel like nobody else would be with somebody like me. It... wasn't good. I was with him seven years. Multiple break ups, but I always took him back. I survived two suicide attempts (OD for the first and called in before anything happened the second time after he had me go off my antidepressants). After the final breakup, we met up about the money that he owed me and he decided to not take no one more time and then blamed me for it. My best friend was on the phone with me afterward as he was texting me. My ex also said that it would make him happy if I never dated another man again. Then he sent me religious pamphlets. There's so much more, but he's not worth talking about.

I lived with my dad a year. I was broke and broken. I had my dog, my albino sand boa, and a few posessions. I didn't even have mamaw anymore (she had died a couple years prior). My ex threatened me. My dad just told me to ignore it, so I didn't pursue it legally. My dad limited the time I could be on my phone, gave me an 8pm curfew and a 10pm bedtime, and a door with no lock that I was to leave open unless I was changing clothes. He did nice things too like letting me stay with him and getting an old beat up PS3 from a pawn shop so I would have something to do, but he also insulted me constantly. I had made friends online and been friends with them for years (including my best friend mentioned before), but he said they weren't "real" friends and would ditch me the minute they had to be around me for any length of time because I was so annoying. I had too much wrong with me and nobody would put up with that shit. Just a string of insults. Dad even insulted how I laughed! It was hard to realize how bad it was due to the duality of it all.

Dad only "allowed" to date white cis men. He also said that if I ever had or adopted a non-white child, he wouldn't be able to accept it. I was chastised when I did things he considered not feminine and not "allowed" to do or talk about things in his presence that he was fine with my minor nephew doing and saying. He blew up if I mentioned anything LGBTQ+. He went nuclear when I got a tattoo to take back ownership of my body (my avatar), saying he thought I would back out and then said it made me that it was ugly and disgusting and no good man would want me now.

Through all of this, I couldn't even get support from the people in my hometown. It was a very religious area (almost infamously so). The locals considered me weird and "off". I was religious positive and supportive as long as it didn't hurt the individual, others, or society as a whole, but it wasn't for me. People were always trying to get me to go to church and praying for my soul. I was accused (more than once) of being possess by a demon that was blocking god from coming into my heart and slowly turning me half gay. Others tried to convince me that I was confusing apreciation for women with attraction and I couldn't prove that I wasn't straight (with the addition that all bisexual women were sluts and I wasn't one). There wasn't LGBTQ+ resources in town or out people to begin with (I only met two or three my entire life). I couldn't make friends. I was used a lot. Some people worried about having me around their kids. It was a stressful environment. I got pretty decent on arguing with strangers who wouldn't leave me alone (I seriously had someone screaming bible verses at me trying to save my soul while my dog was in emergency surgery so... yup). My only escape was my two best friends online and a few other awesome people I met the same way.

I moved into an apartment, but I was still isolated, alone, and touch starved. I broke my arm (oblique compound fracture of radius and ulna with a crack towards the distal end of my ulna) and my family was there for my dad because he had to take care of me. No hospital visits. I had to hire someone to clean my appartment (despite being broke) because they saw the mess as my fault as well as the injury. Dad dropped me off at home much sooner than I should have been left alone. But my two online best friends? Calling. Texting. Sending things to help. Checking on me often. One got on a plane and flew down to see me and do what they could with the day they had there. That's when I realized. They were my support system. They lived fairly close together. So, despite living in one small town my entire life, I packed up the moment I was able to and moved 1300 miles away to be near people who cared about me.

It wasn't easy. I had so many panic attacks. My one year old ESA cat Danny worked overtime. My dog passed away from kidney failure. My dad drilled it in my head that they would ditch me after a couple months because of how annoying I was and that I would either come back to [state] with my tail between my legs or in a body bag. I had to sell or give away everything that couldn't fit in my friend's small suv. It was hard, but I found a way to push through and do it. One of the last things I did was leave daisies for mamaw at places she liked when she was alive. I like to think she helped me have the strength to walk away.

I've lived here in my new home about 9 months now. I'm happy. I'm loved. I don't regret leaving a second. Sometimes PTSD will rear its ugly head like it did with the latest episode of Fantasy High. It's not something that I can control and honestly? The idea of being trapped after getting away and being stuck with my abuser again terrifies me. Seeing it happen to Adaine? It made me sick and I had an anxiety spike. I'm better today and I intend to eventually rewatch the episode to desensitize myself, but still, it was a lot for me. It's okay to not be okay sometimes and to need a break. It doesn't make me weak or bad or stupid. Another lesson for the person reading this I suppose. If it's not bad for me to ask for help orneed a break, then it's not bad for you either ^_^

I still have depression, anxiety, OCD, PTSD, health problems, and food issues. I think I always will. But I'm finally allowed to be happy. I'm finally allowd to be myself. I'm finally allowed to let myself be cared for and loved. I'm getting help. Learning techniques. Started taking CBD along with my meds. I'm finally as okay as I've ever been in my life and it's amazing.

PS: Just as a side note, remember to use trigger warnings. Even if something doesn’t bother you or most people, doesn’t mean that it wont make someone else have a bad day. Sometimes all we need is a warning to mentally prepare ourselfs. Sometimes we just can’t handle something that day, but can another. So remeber to tag, even if something seems minor to you or canon complient. Your readers will sincerely apreciate it. ^_^

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amerope · 4 years

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Strange Things Have Happened Here: The Door

I’m officially grounded, thanks to that stunt I pulled yesterday. Natalie instantly noticed how wet and muddy I was and didn’t hesitate to tell my father. When he grilled me about it, I admitted that I wandered around the grounds and tripped, but I kept the well part to myself. He’d never let me out of the house again if I told him. Now I’m stuck here for the day, watching the rain and listening to my father talk to clients over the phone.

He groans. “Imbeciles.”

I sigh. “I thought the reason we moved here was to get away from the stress.”

“I still have a job to do, Adrien,” Father insists. “You know that.”

I do, but does he have to be in a bad mood all the time? He’s been like this ever since Mom disappeared, which was almost two years ago now. I’ve tried to help, but he won’t let me. This is the most we’ve had to say to each other since then.

“Don’t you still have unpacking to do?” Father inquires grumpily.

I sigh again, getting up from my seat. “I’ll take care of it now.”

Just as I make my way up the stairs, I hear a knock at the door. That’s weird. We just moved here, so no packages or anything like that should be coming our way yet. I shrug it off and head to the door. It could just be one of the neighbors. When I open the door though, no one is there. Seriously? Who would ding-dong-ditch someone in the middle of nowhere? But right before I close the door I notice a doll lying on the mat. Even though it’s a stuffed felt doll, it resembles me to a T down to the hoodie I wore yesterday. I pick it up. I have to admit, the craftsmanship is incredible; no noticeable seams, no uneven stitches, even the rounded button eyes were in perfect alignment. Honestly, it kinda creeps me out how accurate it is.

“Weird,” I comment, taking it into the house with me as I close the door.

I put the doll in my closet shelf so I don’t have to look at it (seriously, it feels like it’s staring at me), and get to unpacking. The furniture is already set up, so I don’t need to worry about that. I decide to tackle the clothing first since I know Father will want me to get back to photo shooting as soon as possible. All of them are on hangers so they won’t wrinkle, so I just hang them in the closet.

Next up are my books from school and my homeschooled days. Honestly it was a miracle that I could get into school at all at our old place. Don’t get me wrong, I like Natalie, but having her as a teacher doesn’t work for either of us. Even if the subject is interesting, she tends to treat it like a checklist, something to just get over and done with.

Lastly are my more personal items, namely my action figures. The Power Players are pretty cool, but my favorites are Ladybug and Chat Noir. They’re an incredible team but completely oblivious about one another. Cartoons, right? But Mom loved that show to death which is the main reason I keep them. She said it reminded her of her and Father at that age. What I’d give to see that.

With that, my room is officially unpacked and it’s still an hour before lunchtime. May as well tackle a box or two in the sitting room. It’s not like anyone else is going to do it right now. Jumping down the flight of stairs, I head over to the room and open one of the smaller boxes. Father would kill me if he knew I went down the stairs like that, but I don’t really care at this point. He’s a downer about everything anyway, so it’s not like it matters. Anyway, the box I opened is full of snow globes my mom collected whenever she traveled. Venice, Rome, London, Paris; she went all over Europe. That used to be part of her job before she had me. I asked her why she stopped several times when I was little, and she always told me that I was her adventure and would always be for the rest of her life. I pause, holding a Cambridge globe. Why did she leave, or rather why didn’t come back? I shake my head. I can’t think about that right now, not here. I place the globe I was holding onto the fireplace mantle then start placing the rest one after the other. I take a step back to look at my handiwork. Not bad, but Natalie might rearrange them later. Just as I turn around to tackle the next box, something catches my eye; the doll I shoved into my closet is now on the floor beside a large box against the wall.

“How did you get here?” I wonder aloud, picking the doll up. I’m positive I left it in that closet, this shouldn’t be possible.

Before I can think about it too hard, I spot something behind the larger box. Behind a layer of the dull gray wallpaper is an outline of a door. Well, I say door but it’s about the size of one you’d find on a kitchen cabinet. Where there should be a doorknob is a skeletal keyhole. Strange. Why cover up something like this?

“Hey Natalie,” I call, an idea striking me, “where are the house keys?”

“Farthest drawer to the left,” she replies from the dining room.

“Thanks,” I say, heading to the kitchen.

It isn’t hard to find, and despite how many keys are in there finding a skeletal key isn’t a problem at all. The grainy texture is a surprise though, as well as the design on the handle. It’s three quarters of an inch long with a horse’s profile on it. With it I cut around the outline of the door before inserting the key into its hole. I think it’s a dumb waiter or something like that, but instead it’s a literal brick wall. Probably got sealed when the house got divided. But unless it was a dog door at some point, why is the door this small, and why bother having a lock on it?

Ugh, dinner is torture. No, it’s not because the food is bad, but it’s because of the atmosphere here. Both my father and his assistant are with me, but are mostly just talking about work and don’t even bother to include me. I might as well not be here at all.

“I have scheduled a photo shoot for you tomorrow morning,” Father says, finally talking to me.

“Yes, Father.” I won’t even bother looking at him. We have this “talk” almost every single day, and it’s not like he’ll listen to me if I don’t want to do it.

“And I expect you to stay in the yard at least,” he continues. “We shouldn’t need to send a search party for you if we don’t have to.”

“Yes, Father,” I say again boredly.

None of us say anything after that as we ate. Actually, I’m not really eating anything. Why can’t Father give me the time of day, just once?

He gets up from his chair. “I must get back to work,” he says, grabbing his plate. “Do not disturb me.”

“Of course not, sir,” Natalie replies.

“Good,” Father says curtly as he leaves the room.

I sigh. It’s no good. Nothing is getting through to him, it’s always just work with me as the employee of the month. Five minutes pass, and now I can’t take it anymore. “I’m going to bed,” I tell Natalie, leaving the room. “Goodnight.”

“Adrien-” she calls, but I’ve already reached the top of the stairs.

Closing the door behind me, I quickly change into my pajama pants, not even bothering to take off my black shirt, and curl into my bed covers. The best I can hope for is that things will be better tomorrow.

#miraculousxcoralineau #coraline movie #coralineau #miraculous au #strangethingshavehappenedhere #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #adrien agreste #marinettedupaincheng #adrienette

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Bambino Daryl Basurto -- Character Sheet

i know things can really get rough / when you go it alone. / don’t think you got to be tough to bleed like a stone / could be there’s nothing in our lives / so critical as this little hole...

Archetype — The Sage Birthday — December 22, 1999 Zodiac Sign — Sagittarius/Capricorn Cusp MBTI — INFJ Enneagram — 4, the Individualist Temperament — Melancholic Hogwarts House — Huffleclaw Moral Alignment — Neutral Good Primary Vice — Sloth Primary Virtue — Patience Element — Earth

Overview:

Mother — Willow Basurto (deceased) (FC: Zooey Deschanel) Father — The Great Prince of the Forest (deceased) (FC: Lee Pace) Mother’s Occupation — veterinarian Father’s Occupation — forest guardian Family Finances — poor, but rich in love eheheh Birth Order — eldest (cryin i can say that now) Brothers — none Sisters — half sister, due in december!! Other Close Family — none Best Friend — Kiara, Calliope, and Dash Other Friends — Berlioz, Mitte, forest creatures, Ella Enemies — none really? Pets — none Home Life During Childhood — His mom was a great mom. He was home a lot because he was sick, so he was partially homeschooled. Life was really hard, but they had a good time together. Town or City Name(s) — Braemar, Scotland; Swynlake, England What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Very modest. Had a lot of posters in the bedroom. A little rickety desk and wardrobe. They lived on the nature reserve so it was like surrounded by trees. Very small. Bambi loved it though. Any Sports or Clubs — Chess club. Comic book club. Favorite Toy or Game — Uhhhhhhhh?? Him and his mom used to play checkers and board games a lot Schooling — Homeschooled for a good portion of his life, but also went to just regular school when he was feeling alright. Secondary at Swynlake Secondary, almost two full years at PrideU but he dropped out. Favorite Subject — Science!! Biology specifically Popular or Loner — Was a loner, but now he has his tight group of friends. Important Experiences or Events — Realizing he was different for not having a dad. When his mom disappeared. Meeting his dad. Dad’s death. Nationality — Scottish Culture — Ehhhh? None really. His mom was Italian tho fun fact. Religion and beliefs — Nature ~~ idk

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim — Asa Butterfield Complexion — Pale af, but he’s got some moles Hair Colour — Black, but he dyes it sometimes Eye Colour — Blue (has glasses) Height — 6’0 (but he’ll prolly grow tbh) Build — he’s a twink lbr Tattoos — none Piercings — none Common Hairstyle — had himself his cool mohawk, but it’s grown out. Clothing Style — hipster af. Likes bright colors. And thrift shops. Mannerisms — Shy, reserved. Pushes his glasses up on his nose a bunch. Freezes more than fiddles when he is nervous. Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — used to allll the time. To the point where he was mostly homeschooled due to a poor immune system. He’s better now because of the forest, but still gets colds and stuff p often Physical Ailments — bad eyesight, used to have asthma Neurological Conditions — none Allergies — peanuts, caffeine, shellfish, certain dyes and fabrics Grooming Habits — really good, bambi does his hair every day, always wears clean clothes, is pretty anal about his appearance Sleeping Habits — will sleep wherever, whenever Eating Habits — does not eat that much, definitely should eat more as a growing boy Exercise Habits — eh, he goes exploring but that’s about it Emotional Stability — i’d give him a 7-8. He’s pretty stable over all. Of course, he has emotions and stuff but they’re not out of control. Body Temperature — average Sociability — 5-6. He’s shy but doesn’t really have trouble once he warms up. Addictions — nooone Drug Use — none (yet) Alcohol Use — average for an nineteen year old boy

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — can be kinda bitchy, also super shy, def avoidant Good Habits — such a good friend Best Characteristic — loyalty Worst Characteristic — avoiding shit Worst Memory — well his dad dying in his arms is pretty up there Best Memory — quiet mornings in the forest with his parents Proud of — his heritage, his kindness Embarrassed by — lots of stuff lol tho at this point he’s really too Tired to care Driving Style — doesn’t drive Strong Points — compassion, level headness Temperament — mild Attitude — soft and quiet Weakness — too kind, avoids things that are difficult Fears — not being good enough Phobias — none really Secrets — none really? Regrets — not spending more time with his ma and da Feels Vulnerable When — most of the time honestly bc he always wears his heart on his sleeve Pet Peeves — hes pretty easy going i don’t think he has many pet peeves Conflicts — being his own person v his legacy Motivation — make his parents proud Short Term Goals and Hopes — learn all he can about being the great prince Long Term Goals and Hopes — ??????? Sexuality — gay Exercise Routine — not really, walks a lot i guess Day or Night Person — day Introvert or Extrovert — introvert af Optimist or Pessimist — optimist i cry

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — his and his dad’s apt tho it’s very bare bones Household furnishings — bare bones Favorite Possession — laptop lol Most Cherished Possession — a piece of his paper with his mother’s handwriting Neighborhood — benbow Married Before — no Significant Other Before — theo rip Children — lol, tho he will be kind of a dad to his sibling more than a brother Relationship with Family — well they’re all dead now, Car — n/a Career — the great prince?? Dream Career — a vet but , well , Dream Life — he’s not even sure honestly Love Life — nonexistent. date my smol son Talents or Skills — just the nicest softest, also very smart, good at drawing, empathetic Intelligence Level — high Finances — low

#character sheet #about #inspiration #bam was the ONLy character #i hadn't done this for #so #now is a great time!!#my smol deer son

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mybookplacenet · 5 years

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Featured Post: Full Force: First Novels from the World of Iniquus Romantic Suspense Mystery Thrillers by Fiona Quinn

"About Full Force: First Novels from the World of Iniquus Romantic Suspense Mystery Thrillers: USA Today Best Selling Author Fiona Quinn writes smart, sexy, suspense in the World of Iniquus where ex-special forces security teams live, work, and love in a tightly knit family. Here are the first novels from the first five Iniquus Series: Weakest Lynx - the Lynx Series What she wanted was a simple life. What she got was simply terrifying. A madman forces his way into Lexi's home. Her survival means she is the only one who can identify the stalker. Lexi becomes the critical witness who holds the key to stopping the serial killer, terrifying Washington families. Striker Rheas, an ex-Navy SEAL, and his team of expert operators are charged with protecting Lexi. Striker knows Lexi is keeping secrets and protecting her is not going to be an easy task if he's missing vital information, and losing his heart to her. With her psychic antennae tuned in, time is running out. WASP - Uncommon Enemies Zoe knows the secrets, now they're coming for her. The enemy will stop at nothing to get to Zoe and the military secrets that could change everything. What Zoe knows is getting people killed. Is she next? Gage is a hardened Marine special forces operative with only one soft spot: Zoe. Her desperate screams echoing from inside her home switch his instincts from lover to guardian. To keep America safe, to protect the love of his life, Gage is coming full throttle. Take a thrill ride, weaving through an intricate plot that puts Zoe’s scientific mind and Gage’s battle-hardened skills to the test. With the safety of the US at stake. In Too DEEP - Strike Force Sometimes Trust Can Get You Killed Retired Marine Special Operator Deep Del Toro watched the newscaster play the video of the woman he loves fighting off the FBI agent and escaping from a murder scene the night before. Now, Lacey's turning herself over to the police. What Deep’s practiced eye saw in the video was a highly-choreographed crime. But somehow Lacey had thwarted the professionals’ plans. She is in imminent danger. Enmeshed in a mystery that includes the FBI, the CIA, and a tangle of interconnected international crimes, Deep and Lacey work to discover who plays the good guy and who plays the bad guy in a gray world where right and wrong easily overlap. Lives depend on them. Mine - A Kate Hamilton Mystery Novella A sleepy town in southwest Virginia wakes up to a nightmare of untimely deaths. Not safe at home in Boston, science teacher Kate Hamilton seeks refuge in the small Virginia town where she was born and raised. Scarborough is no longer the bucolic village that she remembered. Pleasantries are only skin deep as big city issues and the politics of the world roil just under the surface. A string of untimely deaths has the whole town grieving. Kate is determined to solve the puzzle and save lives, especially her own. Open Secret - FBI Joint Task Force 280 characters can destroy a nation. Avery Goodyear, a romance editor from the suburbs, becomes a player in an international game of psychological warfare. Russia is playing mind games. The FBI watches the attacks unfold in real time. The enemy’s strategy: win hearts and minds to destroy American unity. The FBI focuses their secret weapon, ex-Army Ranger Rowan Kennedy, at the crisis. With a PhD in propaganda, Kennedy risks his life to expose the wealthy oligarchs and high-powered schemers threatening our way of life, and to protect Avery. Targeted Age Group: 18-50 Written by: Fiona Quinn Buy the ebook: Buy the Book On Amazon Author Bio: I have a philosophy. Actually, I have many philosophies and am glad to, with very little encouragement, wax poetic on any one of them. Subjects I know about, subjects I know nothing about -I'm an equal opportunity philosophizer. One of my favorite philosophies is that education should be a life-long endeavor and should look like a toolbox. You’d think this image was pretty funny if you knew me. I am awkward at best if you put a tool in my hand. That’s not to say that I wouldn’t give it a go. It’s just to say it might not be the most graceful display that you’ve ever seen. Living life directed by the Toolbox Philosophy means I'm acquiring new skills so that whatever life hands me, I have something at the ready to tackle the projects or emergencies that arise, and it explains a lot about my resume. I’m world traveled; I’ve ridden camels across Egypt, an elephant in Prague, and eaten horse in Moscow (sure wish I had Google Translate back then!) I’ve danced the jig in an Irish castle, hula-ed in O'ahu, and did some weird techno thingy in East Berlin (when there was still a wall). I have degrees out the yin-yang. I have B.A.s in History, Foreign Language, Psychology, (almost Art History), and an M.S. in Counseling from the Medical College of Virginia. I’m a Reiki Master/Teacher and Second Dan Tae Kwon Do Black Belt qualified. I am a certified archery instructor and shoot my Springfield 9mm in a very Zen fashion with much deep breathing and bulls-eye accuracy. I've restored an 1887 shotgun house and successfully trained a medical alert service dog for my daughter who has Type 1 diabetes. My paid jobs have been as far reaching as being a governess and model in France to bridal florist. Marketing for the symphony to suicide/homicide intervention for the court system (although those might be closer together than farther apart). I've even been paid to scream - but that's a different story for another day. Right now I’m writing a book series: one part romance, two parts suspense, with a twist. As I read that over, it sounds like the recipe for a cocktail. I promise you, this is no Happy Hour. Of course my heroine was raised as an unschooler under the Toolbox Philosophy. She’s a pretty cool chick. I’m having tons of fun! Canadian born, I am now rooted in the Old Dominion outside of D.C. with my husband and children. I homeschool, pop chocolates, devour books, and tap continuously on my laptop. I use my background to volunteer and give back to my community CERT - Community Emergency Response Team/FEMA Medical Reserve Corps - mental health support PSAR - Search and Rescue Proud Member of Sisters in Crime Follow the author on social media: Learn more about the writer. Visit the Author's Website Facebook Fan Page Twitter Instagram Read the full article

#fiction #Medical #military #mystery #psychic #PsychologicalThriller #romance #Romanticsuspense #terrorism #thriller

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Tires- Hanbrough fic (2/2)

Bill Denbrough is 18 years old and the world is collapsing in front of him.

College applications are piling up for him to fill out on his own. His parents will lend him the grace of occasionally asking how it’s going and if he had them done yet, but no more.

Don’t complain, at least you can fill them out in plain sight. Eddie’s gotta do this whole thing under the table. Other kids have it worse. His mind tells him on this November morning where is stomach is in a tight jumble simply from waking up.

The losers are all pretty stressed on what the future will hold and none of them have been seeing each other as much as they would like to. Richie’s holed up in his room, basically on house arrest until he gets some work done. Bill doesn’t blame Went and Maggie for that one. His hair no doubt frizzing up 10 fold with all the twisting of it he does in his fingers while he’s thinking.

Bev is on a lot of visits, trying to get herself the hell out of state with her hands tapping anxiously at her sides while contemplating her future.

Stan is applying for scholarships while trying to finish his Eagle Scout requirements, all while sporting purple bags under his eyes.

Eddie is always on his feet, writing his papers. In coffee shops, at the library, anywhere but home. Bill swore he saw him fill out extra circular information at the quarry.

Bill knows all of this, and tries to ease up on and comfort the losers as best he can. He can’t help but miss his friends. Not seeing them every weekend anymore made the hole in his chest expand. But he doesn’t say that to any of them. They don’t need anymore stress.

He follows his morning routine like he always does, inhaling sharply at the presence of Zack and or Sharon in their kitchen. He makes his coffee black, grabs his money for lunch, and slips on his converse before heading out the door.

The days were starting to get colder and darker, not the best climate for a person like Bill. A person gentle of heart and of frame. The air sends a chill through him as he realizes he probably should’ve worn a jacket atop his flannel.

No time to turn back now though.

He might’ve had the time, had he had different parents.

The walk to school is cold, but bearable, until five minutes past his house it starts to snow.

He could go back, call to carpool with Richie and Eddie, but he doesn’t want to pester them.

Don’t be a bother, Bill. It’s only another 20 minutes.

The dry air and the bare trees were a visual reminder of his shitty and sad mood, sinking him deeper into whatever he was feeling. He starts to shake and breathe into his hands as an attempt to warm them up.

A little while along, halfway into catching a cold, Bill hears a car roar down the road beside him. And a sturdy honk along with it.

The owner of the truck is Mike Hanlon, who inherited it from his dad when he purchased a new one.

Mike pulls to the curb and rolls down his window,

“Bill! What are you doing?” He shouts.

“G-goin to school,” Bill says, trying to smile through the shiver.

“Are you insane? Get in!”

He walks towards the car,

“Hurry! Before you freeze to death!”

He does.

The cabin of the truck is warm and Mike’s smile is friendly. It gives him the same twinge in his chest it has since a summer day a few years ago. It seems far off now.

“I swear I don’t see you for a week and you’re half dead, Big Bill.” The car is in park as Mike pulls off his tan bomber jacket with faux fur lining and hands it to Bill. He’s in a hoodie underneath it, dark gray that shows off his muscular form.

“W-what are you doing?” He blushes.

“Giving you my jacket,” holding it out to Bill.

Bill just stares at him, wide eyes.

“Or forcing it on you, rather.” He wraps the jacket around Bill’s shoulders as Bill sits, mortified and excilerted at his touch.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asks, concerning flooding.

“N-nothing,” He smiles, half heartedly.

“You’re stuttering,”

“I d-do that.”

“Not since sophomore year. But nice try.”

He looks at the floor of Mike’s car, trying to gather himself.

“It’s n-nothing really, I’ve got to get to school,”

“Let me take you,” Mike began to put the car in drive.

“No, it’s okay-“

“I’m going that way anyway. You always help the rest of us. Let me help you out, okay?”

Bill nods, slightly.

The radio plays soft music as they drive. Bill sits with the fact that he hasn’t talked to Mike in a while, over the phone sure, in a failing attempt to make plans. But they hadn’t had a real conversation in over a month. Guilt forms in his stomach as they don’t say much to each other. “S-so how are you?” He cringes at the weird, distant nature of the question. It sounds if they were only begrudging acquaintances.

Mike shrugs, eyes on the road.

“Could be better. I miss you,” Bill is shocked at his bluntness. Mike coughs, “guys.”

Right. They drive past the school,

“H-Hey you missed the-“

Mike chuckles,“You didn’t really think I was taking you to school, Bill? On a day like this? When I haven’t seen you in god knows how long? C’mon,” he says as he looks over at him, brown eyes twinkling, “Play hooky with me.”

Bill thinks he’d do anything Mike asked for that look.

They stop to get the bags of cow feed Mike was originally out for and haul them into the trunk. Mike insists that he wait in the car, the bags of feed are heavy and Bill already looks like he’s about to fall over. He waits reluctantly, watching Mike place them on the bed of the truck. He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the sight. When Mike catches him watching, he winks effortlessly.

Bill wants to shrivel up right there.

“Sorry,” he says as he gets back in the car. “Now we can start our day, where do you wanna go?”

“The feed reminded me, I haven’t seen the cows in a while.”

Bill had made frequent trips to the Hanlon farm in earlier years. Not so much recently, but he always loved it there. The animals, the large trees, the hanlon home that always smelled like something homemade. He had really missed it. Especially on his worse days.

They spend all day there. Mike reintroduces the cows to Bill, they definitely remember him as they lean into his hand as he pets them. They make lunch and Mike makes Bill eat a second sandwich. They talk about their futures, lying on the carpeted floor.

Mike gives Bill some books from his homeschool required and personal collections.

“Your favorite genres: Frankenstein for horror. Wuthering heights for romance.”

Talk about mixed messages.

Bill found the day startlingly similar to the one of a few summers ago. But now they were on the verge of the rest of their lives, not just a new school year. And his feelings, whatever they were, for Mike were now a familiar subject for embarrassment, not a new revaluation. He tried to keep his eyes from falling on his friend’s in silent moments but he couldn’t help it. When their eyes would meet, Bill tried to look away fast.

Until the end of the day, when Bill was supposed to be getting home from school.

They get back in the truck and Mike begins driving as the two fell to silence again.

Back at square one.They pull up to the Denbrough driveway as the song on the radio ends. Bill moves to take off the jacket Mike had given him earlier.

“Keep it.” He says, with a face so genuine and caring.

It hits him- Bill Denbrough took care of everyone and Mike Hanlon took care of him.

He wants to say thanks for everything.

“Thanks for the ride.”

Mike almost laughs, “Just returning a favor.”

Bill smiles, Mike’s cheeks are darker as he does too.

“You already d-did,” Bill says, caution be damned.

“That so?”

Bill points to his cheek, “Remember?”

“I do.” Mike sits, the opportunity almost passes him, then he says, “But want to refresh my memory anyway?”

Bill leans into kiss him on the mouth this time. It’s soft and warm and full of love. Mike’s hand rests on the small of Bill’s back as their lips meet and tongues dance together. Bill pulls back, hesitant, eyes searching Mike’s for reassurance.

Mike says something then,

“I love you, Bill.” Gentle and calm and sure. Like it’s the truest thing in the world. And it might just be.

“I love you too, Mike.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up for actual school this time”

“You don’t have to-“

Mike gives him a look, face upturned. Bill stops himself,

“O-okay.” He begins walking up the driveway, Mike putting the car in reverse. “Mike!” He shouts, halfway up the walkway.

He stops the truck. Bill runs up to his window. “Will you kiss me again tomorrow?”

He smiles, nods, “And everyday after.”

Bill can’t wipe the happiness off his face as he waves Mike off, knowing he’ll keep his promise.

#hanbrough #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x mike hanlon #it 2017

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sshibalx · 5 years

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The venom of my ambition, I sharpened my knife every day, but because of my uncontrollable greed, my knife became dull ⫸

Kim Jun-Myeon + cismale + he/him.┊ ❛ ━ hey, is it just me or do you hear Born Hater by Epik High playing in the distance ? oh, thats just Ssibal, a Chaotic Evil member of the league of villains. i suspect they might be Han-Jae Song (승한재), a twenty-nine-year-old Research Manager at Haggis Tech with the ability to manipulate all aspects of filth, rot, and putrefaction. according to my sources, he can be assiduous and multi-skilled, but also muddled, and closed-minded which is probably why they remind everyone of an ceramic ashtray full of half-used cigarettes shattered on the ground as the wind picks up the debris, a black coffee stain on a white cashmere versace turtleneck sweater, and a assortment of rotting fruit in a glass bowl on an black marble island counter. so much. anyway, a supervillain or not, crystalline city is keeping a close eye on them!

pintrest || the powers || wanted connections || spotify || musings || playlist || threads (updated daily) || tasks

BASICS ⫸

Name: Name: 승한재 or Han-Jae Song Nicknames/Alias: Nickname: Dr. Song in the professional setting. Han for his close friends. Jj only by his mother. Face Claim: Kim Jun-Myeon (Suho from Exo) Age: He is 29 years old, though he does appear to look younger. Gender: Cismale. Sexuality: Sapiosexual. He finds intelligence and the human mind to be the most sexually attractive feature for a potential sexual relationship as opposed to gender. Date/Place of Birth: He was born Januaray 20, 1990 in Busan, South Korea. Astrological Sign: Acquarius-Capricorn Cusp Ennegram: 7,6,3 Myers Briggs: ENTP, The Debater Super Power: Filth Manipulation Alignment: Chaotic Evil Languages: broken hieroglyphics, Spanish, Greek, German, Arabic, Korean, English Religious Beliefs: “When you die, you rot in a hole in the ground.” Currently: Crystalline City, Downtown District. Occupation: Head of Research, Haggis Technology Rank: Upper Class

HISTORY ⫸

Childhood/Family Life: Han’s childhood was his opinion entirely without flaw, and he reflects of those family memories fondly. His hometown of Busan was full of wonder and excitement. The family of four partook in many family outings, picnics in the park, afternoons at Haeundae Beach, eating fish cakes down Seomyeon, and visiting the many local shops. Of the many places he lived, Busan is his favorite. Though, as to not tarnish those memories, he’s sure he’d only return if it were absolutely necessary.

The nightmares of his family home decayed and decomposing haunt him all too frequently

The family uprooted their location the year he turned 8 years old. A turning point in his mother’s career left them with no other choice but to follow her to Eygpt. And while the first move was particularly hard on him, he found time to forgive his mother as she introduced him to many experiences in his life; from bathing elephants in India, to visiting the many wonders of the world, Han, too, found himself a helpless wanderer, so long as his family was close by.

As a child, he portrayed questionable behavior. His obsession with death and decomposition started in his early formative years. It was a typical day at the beach when a larger predatory bird swooped down to pick at another seemingly flightless bird. Having scared off the vulture, he stared down at the warbler, it’s outward appearance withering in front of his eyes. While it elicited a typical reaction from his sister, the power consumed him, and never left his body. His father would later find out his son inherited the super powers that he’d hope to pass down.

Though he learned most of his skills from his father, he gained his love for life from his mother, Shion Song. Having a very close relationship with her, and given her ordinary status, she is undeniably the most important person in his life.

His sister, Seon-mi, being the second most important person, though he does have trouble speaking this verbally. Throwing cash at her and cleaning up her messes is suitable enough for their relationship. And while he’ll insist she find a better job and her own place, Han doesn’t necessarily think he’d be able to live alone in his condo.

“We promised we’d never speak of Mexico again.”

But Han-Jae is far from the perfect example of an ideal role model and self-less brother. There are some messes he can’t clean by himself, and that’s where their father comes into play. And despite his hatred for Heroes and the League in general, Han does believe there is one true superhero, that being Min-Jae Song, his father. There is no doubt that Han has made his parents proud, though there are some aspects where his father and him disagree on. Seon-mi, being the favorite and far better at her abilities, applied a small amount of pressure on his relationship with his father.

Education: For the most part, and due to their constant nomadic tendencies, the children were homeschooled for quite sometime. Having ever only attending a quick couple of years in highschool.

Accomplishments: Han was accepted into Berkeley College where he recieved his PhD in Infectious Diseases and Immunity, and while typically the next logical step would to beome a specialist, Han spends his time flourishing his career at Haggis Technology. With its reputation and great technological advances, Han believes that he can find a cure for his mother’s ordinariness.

Regrets: Not necessarily a regret, but a constant fear that he will have to listen to his father’s guidance in tapping into his more regenerative abilities. Decomposition being his specialty, Han has trouble understanding that this power could stem from his father’s Infinite Supply. With his pessimism towards human life, their greed, and their vanity, Han believes they deserve the rot and decay they inevitably endure. This is problematic, because his mother, despite how much of a super she can appear to the family of supers, is ordinary, and she too will have to undego the same processes of typical humans and organic matter; death, old age, decay.

Secrets: His family is quite unaware of the research he does. As his research requires test subjects, he finds it a little inappropriate sharing his findings with them, and his end result-- finding a cure to his mothers inevitable decay. And since he is not entirely morally stable in his ideals in humanity, he does cross a couple of bridges when it comes to finding test subjects. This is where Sshibal, his alter-ego, comes into play, and the looming fear that his sister knows that he is the reason behind a couple of missing persons reports.

PERSONALITY ⫸

Positives/Virtues/Skills: He is assiduous, multi-skilled, and very ambitious. His family is very important to him, followed by the work he does at Haggis, and while he doesn’t believe in the more optimistic ideals the company represents, he does agree that technology and science contribute to his own obsessions. Therefore, he would do anything for the company, having helped in his own ways for it’s recent successes in the research department. He can be quite charismatic, golden-tongued, taking on leadership roles to pass the time. Creative, resourceful, and intellectually quick, he’s good at a broad range of things. He enjoys debating issues, and is very much into "one-up-manship". He gets very excited about new ideas and projects, but tends neglect the more routine aspects of his life ie keeping his apartment clean, laundry, keeping an organized work desk. Generally outspoken and assertive, he enjoys people who he finds are stimulating company; coworkers and fellow members of the Syndicate.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Because of his ambitions, he can seem to be in constant motion, never feeling like his goals are met-- this being a theme in his life due to his mother constantly moving them around. He, therefore, can seem very muddled, disorganized, and for lack of better words, all over the place. When he has trouble explaining his theories, concepts or processes he can be very temperamental, cold, and pompous. Making him a little hard to work with. Under stress, he, at times, losses the ability to generate possibilities, and becomes obsessed with minor details. These details may seem to be extremely important to him, but in reality, are usually not important to the big picture. Outside of his colleagues and syndicate friends, he not at all as social as his personality would convey. He has a natural distaste and distrust for anyone outside of his family. He, therefore, tends to fall into rather toxic relationships with others, often times never revealing his true emotions. While he is very upfront with his intentions, he tends to hide his feelings in fear of rejection.

Likes: tea, fish cakes, traveling, fruit, expensive pens, expensive clothing, glass aesthics, expesive watches, expensive wine, elephants, a quiet office

Dislikes: humans, half of his interns--if not all, his cigarette addiction, the messes he always seems to create, Mexico, meeting his sister’s friends, his sister’s personality, pleasing others, white paper-- reports should always be printed on beige, the color white in general

Dreams/Ambitions: To cure his mother from her human form.

Hobbies: Meditation, running, traveling, wine tasting, research.

Fears: He fears losing his mother. He fears losing his sister. He fears that his father will no longer wish to save him from his destructive tendencies. He secretly fears that these relationships are the best relationships that he will experience which is why he fears losing them. He fears of becoming trapped, stuck, or stagnant in his life. He fears failure. He fears that his memories aren’t as accurate as he believes them to be. He fears that his childhood home is not being taken care of.

Comforts: When his sister is at home safe, and not out on the town, money, his father’s scent in the wind as he’s being bailed out of whatever unfortunate circumstance he’s in, the smell of mold

#gloryhqs.intro #// I THINK I'M FINALLY SATISFIED ENOUGH TO POST THIS.#//ALSO PLOT W ME ON DISCORD K

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jesusonafrickinboat · 6 years

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2 Years

Today (June 25th) is my 2 year “anniversary” on this god forsaken site. So to celebrate, I want to do something special!

So..

Here’s 75 useless facts about me!

Opals are my favorite gemstone

My birthday is October 7th

I have freckles

I have blue eyes

I’m really pale

I don’t tan, I burn

I have dark strawberry blonde hair

I’m in between 5′9″ and 5′10″

I’ve done a synchronized swimming show every summer since 2015 (so I’ve done 3 so far)

I played baseball for 4 years

I was on swim team for 3 years

I played soccer for 3 or 4 years

I did gymnastics for 4 or 5 years

I also did basketball and fencing for 1 year each

I love archery

I once binge watched all of Sherlock (at the time seasons 1-3) within 12 hours

I’ve been in musicals/plays/other theatrical shows every year since 2nd grade (8 years old) Although I’m pretty sure I was probably in something before that

At least one element of my Halloween costume is hand-made every year

Facebook tags pictures of me as my mom (sometimes even when she’s in the picture too)

I’ve never cursed

My singing range is a little over 3 octaves

I love baking

I’m INFJ-T

Foxes are my favorite animal because they were my dad’s favorite

I don’t own any Apple products

I’m on a podcast (@sanderssidespodcast!!)

I wear glasses, but only for things like classes, movies, concerts, etc

I’ve been to Hawaii, but I don’t remember it (I was two and a half, visiting for my cousins birth)

I’ve been to Germany, but I also don’t remember it (I was about two, we were visiting family friends)

I got my first black eye in Germany

I’ve met Brendon Urie

I’ve met MacDoesIt

My favorite musical is Kinky Boots

I have a signed copy of It Gets Worse by Shane Dawson

I love climbing trees

I love biking

I have a signed poster of Dan and Phil

I have 3 bookshelves that are exclusively mine, 2 of which are completely full

I have a signed poster of MacDoesIt

I have a signed card from Thomas Sanders

I love art, whether it’s pottery, oil/acrylic paints, pencils, markers, photography, graphic design, sewing, etc.

I have hyper mobility

I’ve been to public school (k-4), private school (6-9), and homeschool (5, 10-)

Halloween is my favorite holiday

I can’t learn a foreign language. It’s like my brain is stuck in English Mode™ and it won’t get out.

I have a collection of spoons

I’ve sung in Carnegie Hall

I build Lego sets really fast

I have the biggest sweet tooth

I saw Spider-Man: Homecoming 4 times in theaters

My favorite colors are light blues

I make Sims 4 custom content (here’s my TSR page!)

I was the cup stacking champion of my 4th grade gym class

I’ve been playing minecraft since 2013 (1.5.2)

I’m either extremely messy or extremely organized, there is no in between

My google drive has folders inside folders inside folders inside folders, etc, all of which are color coded

I have a hand-me-down shirt that I got from a friend like, 8 years ago that still fits me (despite me growing over a foot taller since)

One of my favorite bands is so obscure that none of their music is on youtube and nothing comes up on google unless you search the entire long album name (which is “A Briefe Description of the Notorious Life of Challenge Club Together with Their Ignominious Death” yeah, it’s a really long name 😂). The band is Challenge Club

I’m a Hufflepuff

My favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla & orange sherbet twist

I hate getting rid of things. In other words, I sometimes keep empty boxes and used gift cards

I used to go everywhere with my doll named Baby Kit (I still have her!)

I doodle on everything

I know how to write my name in greek

I’m 1w9

I hate change (moving house, getting rid of things, etc) more than stepping in mud with socks on

I have a collection of miniature glass and clay animals (I just got a small glass house shaped shelf to put them in last week!)

My first stuffed animal was a duck that I named Ducky (I still have him!)

I can type 56 WPM

I can read (and comprehend) 700 WPM

I have synesthesia. More specifically, people, names, emotions, sounds/music, school subjects, and a couple other things I forget rn have colors

I hate peanuts/peanut butter/peanut related items

I used to listen to Diary of a Worm by Doreen Cronin on repeat at night

When I was little, my favorite animal was a duck. I had tons of rubber ducks and a duck themed birthday party

My first word was “book”

I’d say more, but I’d run out of space 😂 so if you have any questions (or want pictures of something, like a collection or Lego sets or something) about these or just me in general, just ask!

#if you have any questions about any of these / want pictures. just send an ask!#this was fun!#2 year 'anniversary'#2 years #food mention tw #75 facts cause i'm extra #75 facts about me #75 random facts about me #75 useless facts about me

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angry-goat · 3 years

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1-80 for whatever OC you want, go wild buddy i can't wait to read! 👀❤️

You saved me from boredom! Here’s my ver of Ornstein:

What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about? - Orn(y), The Lion/Lion Knight (1st one is what Ciaran & Artorias call him for short, 2nd one is made up by Artorias & last 2 are the most common strangers call him.)

What is the color of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin? - Yellow/gold, red (“Ariel red”), white.

How tall is your OC? - 9'

What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC? - I’d say the length of his hair. In a ponytail it's halfway down his back. Loose it is down to his ankles.

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night? - He's normally wearing his signature armor. For special nights (any day/night he’s not working) he wears a black shirt with rolled up sleeves and tight black pants.

What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances? - Grumpy? Gruff?? Tired???

Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar? - Has a small flat mole under his right eye and small scar on the left of his forehead above his eyebrow (hard to see in my drawings but it’s there.)

How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like? - I like to think of Bambi’s father from the 2nd movie but a tad less low (example at the end!)

What does your OC’s bedroom look like? His/her living area? - Ornstein (and Artorias’) living quarters have a bedroom which is a part of the “living room”. In separate rooms to the right there is a big bathroom, on the left a small kitchen. The main room is mainly dark golds and crimson while the bathroom and kitchen are white and gold.

What does your OC keep in a special drawer? - Lube...? Anything really special to him is either worn by him or hung up somewhere.

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother? - He left her around his teenage years to continue his training as a knight of Gwyn but his relationship with her was good. Every year on her birthday he silently prays that she is alive and well.

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her father? - His father died when he was around 2-3 so he doesn't remember him. He’s heard from his mother that he was a big and scary looking but a kind and gentle man. Had a pretty good sense of humor too.

How many siblings does your OC have and what is his/her relationship with them? - Had a sister 1 year younger than him. Around age 4 she went collecting herbs for their mother but got hungry along the way and mistook a poisonous plant for a safe one. Died later that night. Younger brother (around age 9) wished to hunt a manticore with Orn but Ornstein only got annoyed by the suggestion and kept training with his dummy. A hunter from the village returned from a hunting trip later to inform Orn’s mother that his brother was found dead near a manticore liar. He barley remembers his sister. Blames himself for his brother’s death.

Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life? - Lord Gwyn for a short time.

What was your OC’s childhood like? - Lived in a small village. Spent most of his younger years learning different herbs and medicine from his momma. When he got old enough (13) he spent the day learning to fight and hunt for food.

What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how did that impact him/her? - Strongest childhood memories are his mother singing a lullaby to help him sleep, learning of his brother’s death, and silver knights visiting his village to look for possible future knights to train.

What is your OC’s imagination like? - Does Not have a huge imagination. His mind is filled with work, possible outcomes of problems and wishing to just relax with his husband. If not any of those than it's memories of wars with dragons and the occasional memory of NK and him hanging together. They had a friend/brotherly relationship.

How many times did your OC move as a child? Which area was his/her favorite? - Moved around a few times as a child when monsters proved too great a threat. Did not have a favorite location. They were all very similar.

What does your OC think of children either in general or about having them? - Does not really have an opinion on them at first. He gets easily annoyed so he is never around them (+ his work doesn't involve them.) In the kids AU he wished to create children with Artorias and they ended up making 2.

What kind of mother/father would your OC be? - Sadly not a good one. He thought he was ready but ultimately wasn't. He ends up treating his kids more like his soldiers as he is so used to being the captain and giving orders. He was also never home to connect with them.

Who are your OC’s closest relatives? - Mother.

Who is/are your OC’s closest friend(s)? - He considers Gough to be his closest friend. They both just enjoy being in each other's company. No talking necessary.

Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with? - The other 3 knights of Gwyn. Gough, Ciaran, and last but not least his partner Artorias.

Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates? - He doesn't really hate anyone specific but for a while he was not too fond of NK for betraying his father and siding with the dragons. As you'd expect. Sometimes he dislikes Lord Gwyn for sending Artorias on such dangerous missions by himself.

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it? - Artorias.

Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together? - They balance each other out I guess. If “opposites attract” is true then they are living proof. Ornstein taught Artorias what real love was and how to trust. Artorias was the first person he ever had feelings for and he also learned how to just have fun and relax while being around him.

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate? - The first thing that caught his attention besides Artorias’ looks were his unique fighting skills.

How did your OC and his/her soulmate meet? - Artorias appeared one day as a stranger to Anor Londo and sought out Lord Gwyn. He introduced himself and told of his strengths. Gwyn agreed to introduce him to The Captain, Ornstein, to see if he was capable of being a good, trustworthy knight.

What is your OC’s level of education? - Learned how to differentiate herbs and medicine at a young age. As a teen and onward he got most of his knowledge from personal experience and reading.

Did your OC participate in extracurricular activities, and if so, what were they? - None.

What is your OC’s opinion of school? What kind of student was s/he? - He believes knowledge is good but doesn't really trust schools. If you were his child you would be homeschooled and be reading large texts all day :)

What subjects did your OC excel at? - Fighting and commanding others!

What subjects interested your OC? - He enjoys reading and sometimes writing short stories.

What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession? - Being a knight of Gwyn - Knight commander.

How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieving his/her current profession? - Gwyn saw lots of potential in young Ornstein and so he got training almost immediately.

What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession? - Is honored of his position but sometimes wishes he could just quit and rest.

What is your OC’s biggest dream? - Already came true. He wished to impress Gwyn enough to be the knight captain (check!) and later wished to soulbond with Artorias (double check!)

How does your OC react to and handle stress? - Likes to be alone with his thoughts. Gets easily annoyed and grumpy (more so than usual). Is prone to yell more often at times but usually reminds himself a good commander does not let their emotions get the better of them.

How does your OC handle anger? - You’ll hear a lot of lighting and shouting in the training grounds aka he is breaking every single training dummy. If not all this then you’re being yelled at by him cause you did something wrong or are trying his patience.

How does your OC handle grief? - Same as above except he'll eventually tire himself out, curl up and cry on the ground. Would also probably destroy things of no importance to him in his quarters. The only time he’d feel this much grief was if his mate or child was to die. Normally if he is grieving he is very quiet. If he loses a comrade in battle he’ll spend a couple minutes praying for them at night and give them a moment of silence.

What is your OC’s greatest fear? - Losing Artorias and disappointing the city of Anor Londo.

What makes your OC happy? - Spending time with Artorias.

What kind of sense of humor does your OC have? - Dry.

What are some things that greatly upset your OC? - Disrespect. Peasants, knights, etc should stay in their place.

What are some things that annoy your OC? - Artorias. Sif.

If your OC has them, what are some regrets s/he has? - Not choosing to go after his brother.

How easily does your OC forgive? - Not easily. Is very forgiving when it comes to Artorias tho.

What are some of your OC’s vices? - None. In more modern times it would be smoking.

If your OC experienced trauma, what was it? - War and betrayal.

What secrets does your OC have? - None.

What are some of your OC’s morals? - Respect your elders.

What are some of your OC’s motivations? - Keeping Anor Londo safe and not disappointing his Lord. Seeing Artorias safe and sound.

What is the health of your OC? - He’s in good health. If he were a regular human some of his hair would have probably fallen out from stress tho.

Does your OC think with his/her head or heart? - Both. Tries as hard as he can not to think with his emotions.

What are your OC’s thoughts on death? - Doesn't really have a thought on it. He’s use to death.

What are some of your OC’s strengths? - Patience and tolerance for bullshit (sometimes.)

What are some of your OC’s weaknesses? - Putting his job before himself or family.

How does your OC take criticism? - Well, unless he feels that person is unworthy and/or doesn't know what they’re talking about.

What does your OC think of him/herself? - Thinks he must be at least a little good looking judging by the way Artorias looks at him. Is guessing by others reactions that he must come off a bit scary. Good.

If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be? - He doesn't know. In kids AU he wishes he were a better father.

What is the general impression your OC gives other people? - Grumpy old man.

How emotionally/mentally vulnerable is your OC with other people? - Ornstein is like a brick wall.

How does your OC display love? - Touch. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, sex positions that will squish Artorias.

What are some habits your OC has picked up? - Tends to forget to eat.

What is your OC’s favorite drink? - Herbal tea. Reminds him of his mother plus it helps him relax.

What is your OC’s favorite food? - Medium rare steak.

What is your OC’s favorite sweet? - Dark chocolate cake.

What is your OC’s favorite season? - Summer.

What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather? - Sunny. He becomes Scrooge, in the cold.

What is your OC’s favorite book? - History and fiction books.

What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show? - None. No movies where he is! In modern times he’d just sleep through movies anyway.

What is your OC’s favorite kind of music (and song if there is one)? - Folk music? Arabic sounding music?? He mostly enjoys silence. More modern times he’d like some classical.

What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment? - Sparring.

What is your OC’s favorite color? - Doesn't really have one but I guess it could be the blue that's associated with Artorias.

What is your OC’s favorite scent? - Artorias & the beginning of Summer.

What is your OC’s favorite animal? - He’ll just say “lions”. Not a huge fan of animals.

What is your OC’s favorite sound? - The sounds of Artorias cumming Nature.

What is your OC’s favorite time of day? - Night. As a child, nighttime always meant story time around the village. As a teen that meant he had some time to sleep. As an adult he can sometimes rest with his partner.

What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream? - None. It would probably be dark chocolate or vanilla.

What is your OC’s favorite dinosaur? - None. They’d remind him of dragons!

Video of Bambi’s dad so you can hear his voice! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLF9u-Y_dlM

#Q&A #artoriasss

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hangonimevolving · 4 years

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Happiness begins at home

Greetings earthlings! Well, we are in a wiiiiiiild time in history, aren’t we. And not in a good way. Everywhere you turn, there’s just bad, bad news. Covid deaths in the United States are sky-high. There is zero justice for innocent black people, as evidenced by the moral failures of the whole Breonna Taylor legal proceeding. The two presidential candidates essentially had a back-alley pissing contest on national TV, and subjected us all to watching it for 90 minutes. California’s on fire, and the Gulf Coast is water-logged. Its rough out there.

I am just as pained, frustrated, heartsick, and angered as anyone else out there to find us in this place. So, please don’t mistake what’s to follow now as evidence of anything to the contrary.

But - - human beings are creatures, just like frogs and snails and elephants and amoebae and whatever else. Like all creatures, we are in the business of surviving, adapting, persevering, and ensuring the genetic continuity of the line by finding ways to bring up the young safely to adulthood. So.... I suppose you could say that my mindfulness practice through all the noise and the chaos, has been to focus on that biologically-ingrained task.

In so doing, I have unexpectedly found a lot of contentment and fulfillment. Ha! Contentment and fulfillment, by spending 24/7 for months on end with my BATSHIT CRAZY little boys, with their bottomless reserves of energy, their tornado-like attributes of leaving every surface they touch in total mess and disaster, and their general fart/poop/butt-centric sense of humor..... but yup. This is where we find ourselves. We are happy here.

Of course, its not just time spent with them that is the reason for contentment. It is QUALITY time spent, doing productive and engaging things. HOMESCHOOLING IS SAVING US. I swear it. I may not always swear it. But I do right this second, today. We are finding new and interesting ways to relate to each other, because we are engaging in this journey together to learn and focus, and build each other up. It is totally reciprocal and mutual; its almost like just as much as I am working hard on dialing down the words and actions that could be perceived as critical, negative, discouraging, etc. in the interest of helping them master new skills and hone their knowledge, they also seem to have this uncanny way of reining in the whining, back-talking, and resistance when I’m teaching, and dosing me out with sudden shows of gratitude, affirmations, and love at the precise moments where I’m unsure if they’re really enjoying this homeschool thing as much as I am. Its been frighteningly awesome.

Anyway. Sigh. We’re enjoying our little schoolhouse at home. And now, time for pictures!

Dey, my little kindergarten reader! He’s doing so well with reading, very proud of him!

A fan favorite, in our daily schedule: Handwriting Time. We spend about 15-20 minutes everyday working on handwriting in both print and cursive. For some reason, this is EVERYONE’s most anticipated “class” of the day.

Science Time - making wind socks, weather vanes, and doing a special lab practical on the relationship of plants and water, by observing how a leaf takes up water with blue food dye in it.

Math! We do a LOOOOT of math worksheets with working out problems and memorizing addition facts... but we try to do hands-on things too, like learning geometry, patterning, and fractions with both shape blocks (parts of a whole, like 6 triangles fitting into a hexagon), and with water and measuring cups.

Oh, and since it takes a village to raise a child - sometimes the “village” helps us out via FaceTime to do a lesson on graphing data.

History Time: another fan favorite. I chronicled our early units on prehistoric humans and Ancient Egypt. Recent weeks have taken us through ancient Mediterranean cultures, like Greece and Rome, where two little senators gave delightful oratories in their crisp white togas and olive wreaths.... before mysteriously transforming into fierce Vikings, with their classic helmets and sheep-wool fabrics woven on traditional Scandinavian looms.

Last, but not the least important, thing to mention: Field trips. Over Labor Day weekend, a WONDERFULLY relaxing and private getaway to a vacation rental cottage in Sanibel Island, Florida, where we had a beach almost entirely to ourselves, and spent our days collecting some of the best seashells we have ever found, EVAH. It was phenomenal. I will certainly be sharing more/better photos of our shells themselves soon, b/c we carted home literal bucketsful (which is allowed, and not illegal). But for now, I was so relaxed on this trip that these are the only two pictures I have on my personal phone (Dr. Spouse was lead photographer on this trip). So these are what I’ll share.

I promise to be back soon with more, and hopefully get into a rhythm with posting!

#parenthood #Vev #Dey #homeschooling

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beccalynncreates · 4 years

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Quarantine Sunshine

This is a really rough season on all of us. I felt like we were stuck in the Muppets Treasure Island scene, where the ship is stuck in the doldrums. Just like the seafaring Sailors of old dealt with it all the time.

The wind would stop.

The ship would stall, and the only thing the sailors could see for miles around was the ocean horizon.

The human brain is engineered for connection and learning. To be trapped in the same environment for days or even weeks to months on end traps our biology in a hell of our own making. These poor sailors would cope by telling tales, and sometimes by seeing mythological creatures like Mermaids that would call them into the sea.

Sailors, feeling trapped and helpless, looking for connection, novelty and adventure would jump into the sea deceived by their own delusions. They believed their feelings over the facts of the situation they were in.

Muppets Treasure Island, of course, has a brighter solution. The instruments come out and they all sing a song. The fantastic musical number is complete with a conga line!

During the Homeschool years, often the four of us would be stuck at home. Either I was having a fibromyalgia flare, stuck in the Mom taxi driving kids to their usual round of commitments, or a kid or two was ill with the current trending virus. Sometimes, the weather would be a factor.

All of us cooped up.

Feeling trapped.

As if we couldn’t go anywhere.

Arguments would start. Tempers would shorten. Problems would magnify.

My antidote?

Play.

We would start with a list of possibilities. Things I knew we were able to do. They could be preposterous. However, if we really wanted to do them it was possible.

This list of fantastical things then became a brainstorm of How To accomplish those things:

Blanket Fort

Ice cream for Lunch.

Picnic on the floor

Movie

Walk outside

Wear a crown.

Call a friend

Raid the pantry and look up recipes for the ingredients you have.

We mixed the Fun with a list of To-Dos. Music was our measurement of time. We would race to finish the Job, THEN the game began.

Now the kids are adults, I practice the same thing for myself. Sometimes it is just a song or a single task with a fun To Do at the end. It is a Practically Perfect in Every Way Self Care Habit.

For daily practice, to keep my sour attitude in check, I keep track of what I am grateful for. I either keep a journal, a jar with a stack of paper. Anytime something good happens, no matter how small, I write it down and put it in the jar. When I am feeling disconnected and melancholy, I look through the journal or reflect on what is in the jar.

Sometimes I need a little bit more. The Isolation feels overwhelming and no matter what I “do” to lift my own mood, I plummet like a lead balloon.

I begin to the Big Practices out to deal with myself.

First, I remind myself:

Feelings aren’t facts.

Just because I feel

Lonely

Isolated

Disconnected

Abandoned

Trapped

Held hostage

On the edge of economic collapse

Facing financial ruin, etc.

It doesn’t mean I am. I take a step back from what I am feeling and make a list of the facts of the situation I am in.

Fact:

A highly contagious respiratory flu virus.

So new, science is having a hard time collecting data about it.

New discoveries are being made every day.

It is difficult to treat.

It is unpredictable.

It could kill my neighbor.

The medical system is asking that I help stop the spread,

Fact:

Staying home and protecting myself WHEN I go into public is a service to my neighbor and myself.

When I take a step out of my feelings and look at facts, I am able to put my feelings in perspective. This allows me to ask the right questions:

What do I need?

I need connection

How can I get what I need?

Make a phone call/facetime.

Write a letter.

Start a theme, photo, favorite song, movie, etc. on social media to get people talking.

Check in with neighbors and add their items to my list when shopping. This simplifies community marketing visits. Check in with your neighbors. See who is vulnerable and offer to run errands for them.

For those of you who are well and wouldn’t put anyone at risk of exposure, look into volunteering in our community.

These are small practices that ease daily tensions. Tune in tomorrow for my Big Practices that I use to anchor me in long, agonizing seasons like the one we are in.

Our emotional health in the situation of Chronic Isolation, Social Isolation or Quarantine is important. Another HUGE challenge is how to anchor ourselves in this monotonous loop of time.

Have you ever wondered:

Have we as a Human Race always been this way?

Why do we even have a calendar or a clock?

For Centuries the Human Race measured time by an intrinsic rhythm. Different cultures, villages, people groups, even our pioneers created their own systems of tracking time as a community. At that time individuals of the community produced products at home then traded with others for mutual benefit. Communities agreed on systems based on the seasons and for an ability to relate with one another. It was all cooperative.

The initial wave of The Black Death hit the world in 1361. The last outbreak of The Black Death in 1665–66 created a final shift in how we did things. As farms stood empty, famine was rampant. The economy was devastated because of the massive loss of life. People gathered together to create a solution. Villages formed into Cities and the services of the Local Tradesmen became obsolete as their product became mass produced.

This created room for a revolution. An Industrial Revolution.

Necessity was the Mother of Invention and birthed machinery. Which provided jobs. This, in turn, created a more affordable product. More products needed more workers, this created more jobs. Away the Revolution went!

Of course, it was destructive to the surviving status quo. Farmers revolted against factories. Tradesmen attacked laborers. Over time, the reason to get out of bed and work was no longer intrinsic.

The reason to get out of bed became extrinsic; people left home for a job. The entire cultural motivation shifted from inward to outward. When people finish their careers and retire from this Extrinsic Industrial Machine, they struggle with what we are facing now.

Stuck at home. No “purpose.” No way to tell the days apart. No motivation to create a What’s Next. So how to regain this Intrinsic Motivation?

Create our own rhythms.

Housewives did it for Centuries. I remember how my Grandma talked about the Days of the week:

Tuesday was Garbage Day.

Wednesday was Laundry Day.

Thursday was Market Day.

Saturday was Yard Day.

Sunday was for Church.

Well into her 70s and after quite a few strokes, according to my Uncle, she was never wrong about what day Tuesday was. It was Garbage Day. She didn’t know much other than that.

For me, when days blurred together, I create a schedule. When the kids were schooling, it was a chart. A timer was used for each subject, when the bell went off we moved on. Some days were more flexible than others. That simple chart and annoying bell created a rhythm for me to mark time in my day.

I have a self-employed Work Schedule now. I am struggling just like you to figure out what works. I schedule the projects like appointments, and yes, I am using a timer. I do not allow interruptions, just as if I was in an office. My time is mine to do with as I decide is the most productive. Interruptions need to take a number and wait for their turn.

For the Household Chores schedule, I use it to mark the days of the week. Acting like I am working a full-time job in my home, I paced out the house chores. I broke them up into Everyday Morning and Evening. Once A Week, about 4 days, and Once a Month-which is a “swing day” 5. The nice thing about this efficient schedule is if it doesn’t happen this week? Not a problem. I’ll catch it next week. Cleaning doesn’t take me more than an hour to an hour and a half total at most in an entire day. Remember, there is no right or wrong way to do a schedule. It’s important to figure out what works for you. Where your sweet, comfortable spot of sanity is.

The great thing about this season of Quarantine is all of the things we get to put into practice now we are able to and take into the future when “life gets back to normal. The practice of gratitude, community, having your own time, rhythm, and adventure?

This is what Tenacious Optimism looks like.

#covidー19 #covid2020 #quarantine #optimism #hope #self care #Tenacious Optimism #intrinsicmotivation #TLDR

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