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friendofhayley · 1 year

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Friendofhayley's Top Books of 2022 Pt. 2 LGBTQIA+ Magic

This Book Rec is on LGBTQIA+ with a magical element in them. This list contains 7 different books. Let's go!!

Kushiel's Avatar (Kushiel's Dart #3) by Jacqueline Carey | queer society

This concluded the Kushiel's Dart series through the eyes of Phèdre, a now powerful Duchess. In this installment (that has jumped years into the future) she tries any aims and leads she can to free her best friend from the island he was cursed to. It was very bittersweet to finish this book, Phèdre is such a brilliant and unique character. I loved getting to see fantasy Africa and Central Asia in this installment and see the twists made on Egyptian and Jewish culture in this world.

"We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on."

An Accident of Stars by Fox Meadows | queer/feminist world (kinda)

This story follows an Australian girl who falls into a portal into another world and lands in a political mess -- and she'll never be the same again. I loved how this new world was literally COMPLETELY unlike our own. Plants and animals weren't a mix of ours, they were completely their own. I loved every character and how nonchalantly free and queer/trans all the women were.

“Life is hard. Some days we get our asses kicked, but apathy breeds more evils than defeat. So, you know. Keep fighting."

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin | poly & queer characters

The Stillness is a land of constant shakes and phenomena since Father Earth started hating his children. This story follows characters who can (basically) Earth bend and it's super poly and queer. This book made me realize what epic fantasy should be, which is nonchalantly queer and POC-filled with no heteronormativity anywhere. A semi-depressing read though.

“After all, a person is herself, and others. Relationships chisel the final shape of one's being. I am me, and you.”

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu | lesbian vampires

This book was extremely gay. I was cautious because I felt like maybe the show really emphasized it, but no. Carmilla is head over heels in love with Laura, and Laura is confused but into it. I loved that it involved an unreliable narrator as well. Dracula who?

“Yes, very—a cruel love—strange love, that would have taken my life. Love will have its sacrifices. No sacrifice without blood.

Summer of Salt by Katrina Leno | queer romcom

There is an island known for a rare (magical) bird. Georgina hates the time of the year when the bird researchers flock to her hometown, and it's even worse while she's waiting for her family magic to kick in. But another magic (love) also arrives. This book was amazing. It has a small-town feel to it, it made me laugh out loud, and the characters all feel real. I stayed up until 4 AM to finish it, and it was so worth it. I wish I could read it again.

"And she was funny, and interesting, and her smile was like a small revelation. Like she had invented smiling."

Widdershins by Jordan L Hawk | gay men

Two men get shoved into an occult mystery that might turn into a horror story. Also enemies to lovers and badass/nerd. This book was outstanding. It was so refreshing for a story to have a non-romantic plot with a well-written subplot in which there is no drama about the being gay part. It felt like any other brilliant story set in the Victorian(?) age but with gay main characters.

“Why did he have to be kind? If only he’d mocked me, or sneered at me, or merely tolerated me, then I would have known how to deal with him. But he insisted on being kind, on pretending I had some worth. How was I to defend myself against that?”

Peter Darling by Austin Chant | trans man MC + gay relationship

This story follows Peter Darling who has come back to Neverland after being away for so long. For some reason, he's drawn to Captain Hook and keeps forgetting something very big. There was so much hype about this book and it was worth it. At times the story was trippy in the best way and the romance was sweet and made sense.

“You know, I find that enemies are often the most satisfying people to share your secrets with. If you must tell someone, tell someone who's sensitive to all your vulnerabilities, on account of trying to exploit them.”

#lgbtq book recs #peter darling #widdershins #the fifth season #kushiels dart #kushiels avatar #summer of salt #carmilla #an accident of stars #2022 book recommendations

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binniedeactivated · 3 years

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𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧. || 🌪💦 (1.2)

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➦ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐎𝐂 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

➦ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐮

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➦ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

➦ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

POC = person of color

“I think we should give the bridge to heesung”. soobin suggests at the soundboard with headphones on, listening to the recorded single over and over again. yeonjun ignores soobin’s overly loud tone and pushes his headphones off his ears. “what makes you say that?”.

“I think he can hit those notes at a better range”.

“let us hear it”. beomgyu requests, with taehyun and kai backing him in agreement. soobin unplugs the headphones and drags the slider to the bridge duration, allowing the song to blare through the speaker. the four of the boys nod, seeing where he was coming from. all with the exception of yeonjun whose phone consistently buzzed in his pocket. he fishes it out and reads daniel’s caller ID before putting a finger up.

“hold on guys I have to take this”.

he steps out of the studio and into the much quieter hallway to answer. it was rare that daniel ever called him so he knew it had to be something serious.

“hello? what’s up daniel?”.

“dad? are you coming?”.

yeonjun checks his watch, seeing that it was past 6pm. daniel should’ve been home from basketball practice by now.

“what do you mean am I coming? your mom didn’t come pick you up?”.

daniel sighs into the phone looking around the empty gym. it was just him and his coach left to leave.

“no I think she forgot again. and she’s not answering her phone”.

as much as yeonjun wanted to curse into the phone about leah he kept himself in control. he never wanted his kids to hear him talking about their mother that way. but sometimes she really pissed yeonjun off with her carelessness and there was no other way to express it in her absence.

“don’t worry danny I’m on my way alright? call your sister and tell her I’m coming to get her from ballet too”.

after hanging up the call yeonjun rushes back in the studio and shoves his coat on while frantically grabbing his car keys. “everything alright hyung?”. kai asked, immediately reading yeonjun’s frustrated facial expressions.

“yeah it’s alright I just have to go pick the kids up. leah forgot. text me about any changes made to the song”.

he made his drive on the freeway quicker than the speed limit but that‘s just how yeonjun was. he hated when his children were the last to leave anything, especially when it was due to leah’s forgetfulness. in the car he even tried to dial her number a few times only for it to go straight to voicemail. he wondered what the hell she could be so busy with that could make her forget her children. even if yeonjun had the most hectic day at work, they’re the number one thing he’d never forget.

once he was in front of the school he shuts the driver door and jogs into the gymnasium, shaking the coach’s hand with an apology.

“I’m so sorry about this coach. there was a little miscommunication between me and my wife today”.

“it’s no problem yeonjun I completely understand”. he chuckles finely. but yeonjun did feel bad. he didn’t know what the coach had planned for the evening. suppose him waiting with daniel ruined them? he was truly sorry and embarrassed.

he coupled daniel’s hand in his, “thank you for waiting with him. I’ll make sure this never happens again”.

“it’s really fine yeonjun, you two drive safe!”.

yeonjun bids him a good “you too!”. in exchange before walking daniel to the car. they weren’t even in the car for five seconds before daniel already started his shenanigans. he threw his backpack in the passenger seat and climbs in, strapping his seatbelt across his chest and placing his feet on the dashboard.

“daniel? what did I tell you about that? get your feet off the dashboard”.

he slides them off and huffs his breath. “the front seat is better when you sit that way”.

“oh yeah? what happens if you get into a car accident like that?”.

daniel huffs his breath again and this time adds an eye roll. a message pinged at his phone, and if yeonjun was side eying him correctly he could’ve swore he saw a smirk spread across his son’s face.

“what are you smirking for? who is that?”. yeonjun questions, speeding on the freeway again.

“my girlfriend”.

yeonjun looks at him oddly. “girlfriend? when did you get a girlfriend? you’re only nine years old”.

“yesterday”.

“and you two exchanged numbers that fast? what does her parents think?”.

“dad why are you being so weird? we’re just texting”.

“you’re too young for a girlfriend. and you guys better not be talking about sex”.

daniel fake gags at his father’s words.

“do you even know what sex is?”. yeonjun adds.

“yes dad I know”.

“and that you shouldn’t---”.

“I shouldn’t be having it until I’m 18. I know”.

being that they were born in the times of advanced technology yeonjun knew he couldn’t quite control his children’s media consumption. he knew they had to know about some things, sooner or later. no matter how much they knew though yeonjun always kept a strict hand. he wasn’t going to just let them go be wild just because they were knowledgeable.

“good, wait here while I go get your sister”. yeonjun parks perfectly in front of the ballet studio and gets out of his car to go fetch her. once he was out of sight daniel immediately unlocks his phone and deletes the text messages he knew his father would flip out about if he saw.

yeonjun sincerely apologizes to the ballet instructor just as he did the coach, promising that this mishap wouldn’t happen again. the more he apologized the angrier he became at Leah, the one who was truly at fault here. nevertheless he grabs myla’s hand, complimenting her about how cute she looked in her purple tutu. she soon climbs in the backseat, scrunching her face up at her older brother.

“daddy how come daniel always get to sit in the front seat?”. she whines.

“because he’s the oldest myla. plus you’re too small for the front seat. we’ve talked about this”.

she crosses her arms and mumbles, “that isn’t fair”.

“life isn’t fair”. daniel rebuttals.

“shut up daniel”.

“you shut up ugly”.

“guys. if I hear another argument on our way home I’m going to make you two hold hands for the rest of the night”.

“ew!”. myla blurted.

“I’d die if I touch her”.

“then stop arguing then. I only want to hear compliments”.

myla fiddles with the ruffles on her tutu for a short moment. “you know what? I love you daniel”.

the oldest boy slowly looks back at her, wondering what in the hell she could possibly be talking about. yeonjun smiled a little obviously pleased that she was being obedient.

“every time I talk to you, you make me feel smarter“. she continues.

“dad! do you hear your daughter? this is why I’m the good child”.

yeonjun knits his eyebrows, “okay number one daniel, you’re not the good child. number two myla what did I just say?”.

the girl pouts her lips a little in response. “daddy I’m hungry”. she whines shifting the subject. that reminded yeonjun, this was around the time leah was supposed to have the kids home already and cooking them dinner. he had the urge to curse again but withheld them for the sake of his children’s ears.

“after we pick up your brother we’re going to go home and eat okay? I’m kind of hungry too”.

on days where the kids had to stay out for extra activities, yeonjun’s mother did the honor of caring for logan until either one of his parent’s picked him up. yeonjun couldn’t be anymore grateful to have his parents involved in his children’s life. all three of them loved their nana and papa dearly, and this showed the most as soon as she swung open the door, both daniel and myla running to hug her and then going straight for their papa.

“oh! look at my babies!! me and your papa was just talking about you both!”. she jeers, and yeonjun smiles before hugging her. “hey eomma”.

“hey junnie, I wasn’t expecting to see you today”. she comments after kissing him on his cheek. yeonjun sighs, already knowing who she was referring to.

“come on, me and your nana bought you both some snacks”. yeonjun’s dad waved off to both daniel and myla, sensing that his wife had something to talk to yeonjun about. once the kids were out of sight the two of them continued their conversation. she safely straps a sleeping logan in his car seat.

“come on eomma”. yeonjun semi-whined, not wanting to talk about it at all. she purses her lips anyways.

“you already know what I’m going to say junnie. you need to divorce her. she’s only good for giving you babies”.

“she’s the mother of my children I can’t just divorce her”.

“yes you can. why are you taking so long to do it? wasn’t she the one that was supposed to pick the kids up today?”.

“yeah....she was”.

she throws her hand on her hip. “and then? did she forget? again?”.

“eomma I really don’t want to talk ab--”.

“what kind of mother forgets her kids junnie? tell me. did i ever forget you when you were little? like ever?”.

“no, you didn’t eomma”.

“so? don’t you see what’s wrong?”.

yeonjun clutches the handle bar of the car seat. he could hear the kids making their way into the living room again so he decided to quickly wrap up the conversation.

“i can’t be alone in this eomma. I really can’t”.

“look daddy! nana and papa bought us sweet rice cakes!”. myla proclaims while twirling the packet in her hand.

“oh god, that’s way too much sugar”.

“don’t be like that junnie. they can eat as much sugar as they want”. his father defended, rubbing the top of daniel’s head while daniel was sticking his tongue out at yeonjun.

yeonjun shakes his head and laughs. he carries the car seat while giving both of his parents a hug, thanking them and telling them how much he loved them before he drove home with his children, overthinking what his mother said.

“okay guys it’s been a long day, make sure you take your showers. Daniel you go first”.

the oldest scoffs, “what?! why me?”.

“because you don’t like to take them. make sure you actually get in the shower this time. don’t just stand outside and leave the water running”.

he huffed his breath for at least the twentieth time today, marching his way to his room. “fine!”.

“and use soap!”. yeonjun shouts directly after him, sitting the car seat on the kitchen table. to his surprise Logan was already woken up by the sound of his voice, fluttering his eyes and curly eyelashes up at his father upon contact.

“hey lolo!”. yeonjun coos, “did you miss me?”.

the baby’s cheeks mold into a small grin, especially since he was finally out of the car seat and instead in his father’s arms. his father’s arms were his favorite place to be.

“daddy can we have rice and chicken for dinner?”.

yeonjun pulls open the fridge gazing at the array of food choices. “yeah what kind of chicken though?”.

“ou! can we have barbecue?”. Myla adds, pulling herself atop of the stool at the kitchen island. yeonjun scrunches his nose, “barbecue chicken with rice? What about baked? With some garlic maybe?”.

“oh what about cheese too?”.

yeonjun snaps his finger with an idea. “what about baked garlic Parmesan chicken?”.

“omg! Daddy can I help you make it? Please please please?”.

“yeah just make sure you wash your hands and stuff okay?”.

this was especially one of the times where yeonjun wished he had home help. sitting Logan down in his high chair was never an easy task to do because logan was quite attached to yeonjun, and he didn’t like sitting down all the time. It took ritz crackers and a handful of yogurt melts to finally get him in his high chair for yeonjun to be able to cook and feed the rest of his children.

this atttachment even went as far as bath time rituals, which yeonjun did with the baby everyday. logan had a baby bathtub for himself but he never liked it. sitting down, looking at his father instead of touching him was enough to drive him insane so he always cried. instead, he liked taking showers with his father. where yeonjun could hold him tightly to his chest while the warm water soothed his backside. he loved the way yeonjun sang to him in there, rubbing his hands through small black strands of hair.

okay, maybe logan is a little spoiled too, but so what.

“dad? do you think I can use some of your body spray tomorrow? I want to smell good”. Daniel asks while forking a piece of chicken into his mouth.

“For what?”.

“For his stinky girlfriend”. myla intercedes.

“you shut up. how do you even know about her?”.

“I know everything”.

“you guys sound like you want to hold hands?”. yeonjun threatens.

“no she started it. but dad can I use some? please?”.

“yeah you can. but why don’t you just ask me if I can buy you some of your own?”.

“because you’re going to say no”.

“when have I ever said no?”.

“when I asked you to buy me a gun like the one on grand theft auto”.

“Daniel that’s a real weapon. A powerful one at that. you can kill people I’d never buy you that”.

“well, anyway, I need to smell nice. I want to show her that she’s with a real man”.

both Myla and yeonjun laughed at the end of his sentence. sometimes Daniel was too delusional for his own good.

“you guys are laughing right now, just wait and see”.

“don’t worry Daniel we will”. Yeonjun playfully promised, knowing Daniel was going to spray himself into a stinking nightmare.

now daniel’s shenenigans were the funny parts at night in the Choi residence. But for yeonjun the most soothing part was when they were all sleeping soundly in their rooms, where he could gain a clear enough head to properly think about what he was going to next in circumstance.

maybe Leah had a knack for clockwork, but she always came into the house when Logan finally fell asleep. And she’d always come into their shared bedroom and get ready for bed as if nothing happened. This is what ticked off yeonjun the most.

he watched her take off all her jewelery and place it in her jewelry box, saying not a word to yeonjun even when she walked in the room.

“so? what happened today?”. he begins, refusing to let her go to bed without having this conversation.

she rolled her eyes. “what are you talking about yeonjun?”.

“you were supposed to pick up the kids today. And even when I called you and even when Daniel called you , you weren’t answering your phone”.

“I had meetings back to back today. I can’t respond to every call that comes to my phone”.

“regardless of your meetings you should pick up your kids. those are your kids Leah. do you know that? Why are you putting work over them?”.

she nonchalantly undresses, changing into her pajamas. as she did so yeonjun couldn’t remember the last time he even touched her body. not that he wanted to anyway.

“Don’t start this yeonjun. I had a long day”.

“So did I”.

“so? What do you want me to say? I’m sorry I forgot yeonjun. I get busy”.

yeonjun stared at her in utter disgust. “What is wrong with you? Be honest do you even want this marriage anymore?”.

of course she wanted this marriage, it provided her with the financial stability she needed.

“Of course I do. But not if you’re going to keep nagging me about the same old stuff”.

“It’s not nagging. why should I have to remind you to do this stuff? you’re a mother before you’re anything else”.

she turns over, throwing the blankets over her shoulder. “I don’t need a speech. I said I was sorry alright?”.

“I’m so sick of you saying sorry. I’m so sick of it”.

“you know what?! how about I just fucking leave you yeonjun? How about that?”.

having awoken from her nightmare Myla crawls to her parent’s closed door. she was hoping to snuggle with her dad but she was a little startled by the yelling. she was hesitant to do anything so she only stayed quiet hoping they’d be finished soon.

“don’t do that. I shouldn’t have to take care of the kids by myself when I have a wife. I want you here. That’s why I’m being like this”.

“I heard you the first time! I said sorry! What else do you want from me? I’m trying my best!”.

“No you aren’t and that’s the problem”.

her silence made yeonjun get out the bed, needing a break before he said something he didn’t mean. he was already pissed that she was repeating the same pattern, but even more pissed that she didn’t seem to care.

“you’re so fucking ridiculous”. he spat just before grasping the door handle and closing the door behind him. he wasn’t expecting to see Myla just a few inches away from the door though, staring up at him innocently. she swallows. she never heard yeonjun that angry before and it kind of scared her.

“daddy? are you okay?”.

“what are you doing up Myla?”.

“I had a bad dream and I was wondering if I can cuddle with you maybe? but you look upset”.

he crouches down to her level pulling her in for a hug.

“I’m not upset baby. Of course you can cuddle with me”.

“daddy? do you and mommy hate each other?”.

“no. I don’t want you to think that okay? we were just talking don’t worry. do you want to go downstairs and eat a rice cake with me?”.

“yes please”.

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun #dilf!yeonjun #txt smut

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searchingforbucky · 4 years

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FIC RECS (Part 16) :)

Hey guys, so here it finally is. The CEO!Bucky Rec List. Sorry its taken so long for me to get this out, I really have just been feeling not so hot. So it took me a while to get it done. BUT its longer than usual to make up for they delay. Reading these made me feel a lot better, so I hope you guys like it! :)

(smuts are denoted with a ***, theres a lot of them haha)

Siren song by @jaamesbbarnes

OKAY LETS START THIS OFF WITH A BANG! This is the first Bucky CEO story I’ve ever read, and it was like an amazing Segway into this AU. So reader has a crush on her boss, he supposedly doesn’t like her back, so she joins a dating website where she meets this mysterious guy and falls in love. Crazy right? Even more so that it’s actually her boss?? This was a fantastic story filled with mutual pining, fluff, some perfectly timed angst, but most of all, some of the softest Bucky towards the end that I have ever been blessed to read. I want him to talk to me like that :( really loved this one!

All My Stars by @moonstruckbucky

Let’s go right into another amazing story. So this one is about Bucky boring FCC a new assistant, one who he basically falls in love with, and oh holy hell shes engaged. Let’s see how this turns out. So I will say it’s not finished yet, but I think what’s there is amazing enough to warrant a place on this list! Meg is a genius in how she writes the dynamic between characters. You feel for all of them no matter what, Bucky is detached and the reader is oblivious and you just want to shove them together like dolls and make them fall in love! It’s definitely a rollercoaster ride, and I’m excited to possibly see where it ends up :)

Chocolate Truffles by @soldatjbb

OH THIS ONE IS SO SWEET! Okay so this one is about the reader wanting to give her boss Bucky Barnes chocolate on Valentine’s Day, when she sees she got some flowers. So when I say sweet I mean tooth rotting fluff holy hell I loved it. They’re both the biggest shy dorks who obviously have feeling for them and it really made my heart swell to ungodly proportions it was not okay. Bucky is the sweetest most nervous boy, and the reader isn’t much better. In a matter of like 1k words I was already immersed and invested in this possible relationship it was crazy! Amazing

Pleasure and Business by @notimetoblog

OK wow, this one is just fantastic. So James and the reader are set to make a deal. So there’s something about this one that’s just really mysterious, like throughout the whole story you kind a know what’s going on but also you don’t, it’s a really good story and really unique when it comes to CEOs stories because the reader seems to hold the place of power as well, I also really really love the dynamic between the two characters because it’s really playful and loving and lighthearted even in this business setting, and I never really completely got what The business deal they were making was, but honestly it doesn’t even matter because the story was so good.

A very important phone call by @suz-123 ***

LOL, OK so this one. All I’ll say, is that the reader is Buckys good luck charm, and he needed it for a specific business call. This one was a trip. it was filthy, but written so well. And just the general storyline, while he’s on the phone made it exciting like not just because it was sexy but because it was just really like oh my God what’s going to happen is he going to get caught?! And man Bucky has a mouth on him, but I’m not gonna spoil it but let me just tell you, Suz has a way with endings. I genuinely didn’t expect it and That made it that much more awesome

The Man by @interestedbystanderwrites ***

Oof! This one! Now this one was amazing. So this one was about the raider going to her exes wedding, when she meets Bucky Barnes, who just so happens to own the hotel the wedding is held that. there are night leads to some down and dirty times, which is how all times like these should. This one was just really fun to read, because not only was it smut but it was also interwoven into a storyline, and at the end you’re really left wanting more. There’s a little hint of sugar daddy in there at the end, which makes it like even more interesting. Super good.

Late nights at the office by @after-avenging-hours ***

Oh I love this one! And I think I love it because it’s a really amazing mix of the storyline, and really well written smut. So this one is about Bucky being the readers boss, and there’s a deal coming up so he sends her a request to get something done by a day that causes miscommunication between them. So I really like this one because Bucky isn’t portrayed as like a jerk boss as he is and some other stories which is really refreshing, like he was genuinely sad that there was that miscommunication and she stayed after, and I think that made it all the more rewarding when they didn’t have sexy times because you actually really liked both characters. And it was well written, and you were left wanting to know what goes on with them in the future. Lovely.

Surprise visit by @imaginingbucky

okay so I really love this one. It’s super sweet, Bucky is a very busy CEO, and the reader is an extremely patient and understanding girlfriend. It was really cute, especially the end. I love stories like this where Bucky is genuinely a good guy who loves his girlfriend and understands that he’s not being the most available to her. I love seeing the moment he realized he needed to do something, and honestly just seeing healthy relationships in fics is so refreshing, and it was really well written.

Not interested by @promarvelfangirl

Ohhhhh this one is like an OG favorite of mine. So this one is about suave cocky Bucky Barnes getting everything he wants in life, until you. The reader comes in and shakes his whole world and it’s the cutest. Seeing the tension they have throughout the story is exciting, but my absolute favorite part was the fact that throughout the story you can see his love her her change from lust to love, or at least that’s how I saw it. And like you also got to know him and understand him over time. It was a great read, unique story line, loved it!

Sweet Life by @jalepenobarnes

Okay! So now we have a man awesome POC!reader story!! I love this one, I don’t know if I would qualify it as a series of oneshots but maybe that’s what it is, either way it’s great. So it’s a series of moments that showcase certain parts of the readers life and her relationship with Bucky. This is just a really sweet story, it really showcases the life of a POC In the discriminating world, especially when it comes to business, and it really opened my eyes to how I read these stories. Bucky is also super sweet, When he loves, he loves hard and with his whole self and you can really see it in this story. It’s beautiful.

Right person wrong number by @propertyofpoeandbucky

Okay! So this one I loved. It’s about the reader moving to New York to start a new life after a breakup. She wants to be a photographer, and in that time, she received a text from a wrong number. Let the whirlwind romance begin! It’s cute, it’s funny, it’s SOFT BUCKY! It’s really just a whole package haha. Also check out her other fics: White Lace, Let the Games Begin, My Best Friends Dad, and Ringing

Tongue Tied by @soldatbarnes ***

Oh this one was spicy. So it’s about Bucky being really stressed and busy at work, and his wife coming up with a plan to help him relax. That plan is very sexual, and provides a wonderful story to read lol. But I also like the tender aspect of their relationship that you see in little snippets, you can tell they really care about each other over everything else. And I think that’s really important to see in these CEO stories because usually he’s a jerk.

Let Me Help by @asirenscalling **

So this is a story about Bucky being stressed at work, and you deciding to help him relax. Obviously that answer is sexual lol, the best way don’t we all know. This was very smutty, not much to it other than smut, but it was really well written and very entertaining haha. Also, loved the little snarky back and forth at the end, it was cute!

An Unfortunate Convenience by @bucky-smiles

Ohhhhhhh buddy, now this is a killer one. So this one is about the reader goes out to celebrate a promotion, had a wonderful one night stand, and surprise? That guy was her boss. What could go wrong? This one was so awesome. Daisy is such a great writer, and this is a prime example. There were so many twists and turns and it was actually realistic you know? Like there wasn’t a perfect story, they messed up, he messed up, and it wasn’t all sunshine’s and rainbows. The reader stood up for herself and I really admire that!

I’m so in love with you by @supersoldierslover

The description is right! This is so damn fluffy I cant handle it! So it’s about the reader and Bucky spending quality time together after he’s been super busy at work. It’s so freaking cute, all of the flashbacks, the way you can see that they truly genuinely care about eachother. Like, it’s one of my favorite things to see a relationship consisting of two people who love eachother. Nothin Better than reading about love. And Bucky, god Bucky is the sweetest in this! And let me say, I will also love Bucky Barnes forever.

***Added later to the rec list

Home for the Holidays by @buckybarnesbeans

Stereotypical by @avasparks

Dangerous Dalliance by @justreadingfics

Business and pleasure by @snowyseba

City love by @chrevastan

A meeting in buckys office by @tetralea

Jr Executive by @buckybarnesappreciationsociety

Let Me Love You by @thewritersoldier

The arrangement by @buckbarnesjames

Executive Floor by @ackeviddlestan

Weekend at Buckys @marvel-media

Okay! Thank you guys soooo much for reading this. i’m sorry its late, but I had fun doing it :) I hope you guys like it! I have a couple more to read so check back for those being added 💖

#ceo!bucky #bucky x you #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky #fic rec #ficrecs #bucky fanfic #winter solider fanfiction #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #searchingforbucky

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thetypedwriter · 4 years

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Loveboat, Taipei Book Review

Loveboat, Taipei Book Review by Abigail Hing Wen

This book is solid. The few people I’ve foisted conversation onto about this book have heard me lavishly declare it to be the YA teenie-bop version of Crazy Rich Asians.

And while I maintain that my statement above is still true, the book also contained some other elements that either came across as a breath of fresh air or a polluted cloud of toxicity that made me cough and wheeze.

As for the general synopsis, it’s pretty simple all things considered. You have Ever Wong, a senior who is stressed about college applications, her own future potential, disappointing her parents, and ignoring the unrequited love she has for her best friend’s boyfriend. She also happens to be Chinese-American.

Ever’s identity as growing up Asian in the predominantly white-as-bread state of Ohio is kicked off quite strongly from the get-go. Ever talks about how the said pining of her best friend’s boyfriend could have not been pining and instead could have been her, but that he was unwilling to put up with her crazy Asian parents and their strict limitations.

She talks about how her dad, a revered surgeon in Taipei, has been relegated to pushing medical carts in hospitals in the States for the last twenty years as they wouldn’t recognize his medical degree.

She discusses how she and the only other Aisan kid in her class have an unspoken rule of not looking at each other or calling attention to one another as to not emphasize their Asianness.

As you can probably tell without having me list off a litany of other examples, this book heavily concentrates on race, identity, family, and self-control.

At the beginning of the novel, Ever is a shy, timid girl whose willing to give up her dreams of dancing because it’s what's expected of her after all her parents have sacrificed to raise her in America.

But then her mother sells her black pearl necklace to send Ever to Chien Tan, an immersion program in Taipei where thousands of Asian-American kids are sent for the summer, for the purpose of learning the culture, language, and other specialized skills like Chinese medicine, calligraphy, ribbon dancing and stick fighting.

Ever is reluctant at first, desperate to stay back and find a way to keep dancing, but as her mother literally throws her leotard in the dumpster, Ever knows it’s a losing battle.

So she goes. And she is amazingly transformed.

The rest of the book details Ever’s excursions with finding friends and love, immersing herself in the culture that Taipei has to offer, coming to terms with her own identity and race, growing up, making mistakes, hitting a low point, and then getting back up again to achieve her dreams and fight for what she believes in.

Now, the highlight of this book is definitely the representation, the talk of race and culture, and the actual experiences of Chien Tan, more commonly referred to by the kids who attend as Loveboat, drawn from the author Abigail Hing Wen herself.

Loveboat, as they call it, is an actual program that the author Wen and others attended and still attend. It’s obvious just from reading how much of Ever’s experience is drawn from the author’s herself and that IS ALWAYS AN AMAZING THING.

One of the first pieces of writing advice I Ever (hahahha sorry, not sorry) received was to write what you know. Wen does this and knocks it out of the park. Loveboat comes alive with her writing, flowing from page to page seamlessly.

She crafts it with such care and consideration that you feel like you’re there yourself, down to what the dorms look like with sticking doors, what they serve for breakfast, and the electives offered for academic selections. All of these little details brought such life and realism to the story and it made it an incredibly engaging read.

Add on Wen’s real talk of race, racism, identity, and the struggle for identity, and you indeed have a delectable concoction of raw representation from a person of color who has experienced these things first-hand.

Authors of color and representation in YA of characters of color have improved drastically in the last few years, but it’s still something to be expanded upon, drawn from, and encouraged and explored.

Wen’s story is almost entirely made of Asian teenagers of differing backgrounds and experiences, and it was honestly so nice to not read about another white girl from a white girl. The story was real and filled with culture and struggle, but also beauty, friendship, and acceptance.

All of these things hark back to why I call this book solid.

Now onto why I don’t call this book great.

I legitimately would have preferred if this book focused more on Ever’s identity as Ai-Mei, her struggle between wanting to be a dancer and not crushing her parents’ soul by rejecting the medical career they so want her to be in, and immersing herself in all the wonderful sights, smells, and experiences Taipei had to offer.

Of course, love and friendship and drama should play a role, this is YA after all, but personally I felt like the romance dominated the book almost entirely, shoving the questions of race and identity and struggle to the backdrop of a pretty redundant love triangle.

Which. We’re over the love triangle people, stop writing them.

But really, I understand that the two don’t need to be mutually exclusive, and oftentimes, Ever’s struggle with her race and identity went hand-in-hand with her struggles for romance, but there was JUST. SO. MUCH. OF. IT.

It was like an episode of the Bachelor if the Bachelor would stop casting white people as their main lead. Every other chapter was a pretty cliched rendition of some kind of romance trope: the bad boy that draws, the arrogant boy that predictably has a heart, but also a girlfriend, the so-called girlfriend flying out to Taipei, the evil stuck-up girl, literal running into chests moments, shirtless of course, and so many more to offer.

For an author doing incredible things on the front of representation and real talk about stereotypes, racism, and prejudice, I found her book pretty stereotypical of a YA romance itself.

There were several plot points that were also just incredibly predictable (the nude photos, my god, saw that from a mile away) that made reading this book just a little bit lackluster when I otherwise was really enjoying it.

Unfortunately, the biggest turn-off this book had for me other than the recycled plot and the ridiculous, predictable, rampant love triangle were the characters themselves. They all kind of...sucked.

They aren’t awful, by any stretch of the imagination, but they’re also not special either. Other than the fact that they’re Chinese, Chinese-American, or identify as another minority, and the implicit struggles and nuances that come with it, they were like any other archetypal character that I tend to dislike.

By that I mean that many of the characters I found extremely one-dimensional.

Each character had about two things about them that defined their whole characters.

Now, not to blind you with my nerdiness, but other than books, I also am quite the connoisseur of anime. This book, in a lot of ways, comes across as a printed form of anime to me.

There is a term in anime called Isekai which roughly translates to “accidental travel” and is saturated with shows all about people falling into magical worlds unpredictably.

Additionally (stay with me here), anime is also quite infamous for having very archetypal characters where one or two traits dominate their whole being so completely as that is the only thing about them that comes across.

Loveboat, Taipei in my eyes, is literally a print form of an Isekai. Which is not a compliment.

I really wanted to like Ever, Sophie, Rick, and Xavier, the predominant characters along with a whole cast of others. But I kind of...didn’t. Frankly, there wasn’t much to like or know about them.

Ever’s character was dominated by her love for dancing and her determination to break from her parent’s protective shell, Sophie was a bossy bitch, Rick was Wonder Boy incarnate, Xavier was brooding and artistic-see where I’m going here?

Even the side characters were all identified by one thing-Marc with politics, Matteo with anger, Benji with being baby-faced. I understand that this is one novel and that it’s extremely hard to flesh out characters and unfold nuances and depth, but I personally found Loveboat, Taipei to be lacking in this quality, exceptionally so.

Ever especially I found irritating. On some levels, I understand that Wen was trying to depict her as a flawed character who makes mistakes and learns from them, trying to represent the growth of her character and blooming into herself, but more often than not, I found her selfish, immature, and aggravating.

When you add on that Rick is head-over-heels in love with her (as is Xavier) for reasons that don’t really make sense or are legitimately earned in the story, then the romance feels forced and falls apart, hence me wishing Wen focused more on other elements rather than romance.

This plot contrivance, everyone, is what I lovingly call Bella Swan Syndrome-when a hot guy or vice versa falls in love with someone who legitimately doesn’t deserve it or the love is inorganic or just flat out doesn’t make sense.

Wen attempted the whole hate-to-love thing, which I love, but also which I genuinely think failed here due to the romance being subpar and undeserved.

Combine my lack of any real attachment to any character with the trite that was the romance, but mix it in with the praises above of realism and representation and you end at solid.

Recommendation: If you are sick of the white people, I hear you. If you’ve been looking for books heavily centered on POC characters or written by authors of color, then I’m with you there as well. This book is a great novel for discussions of race and identity and for those Crazy Rich Asians fans out there. However, do not expect this to be the pinnacle of romance, story, or characterization, which unfortunately, falls below average on this one.

Score: 6/10

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antiquechampagne · 4 years

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Antique Champagne - CH 43 - Glitz

Stepping out onto the platform, Payne couldn’t help but chuckle as Hancock wobbled on shaky legs. The movement of the monorail had played quite a trick on his equilibrium.

“No sea legs, eh boss?”

“Some people think ghouls aren’t meant to fly.”

Strong frowned as he passed by Hancock. “Ghoul not flying. Ghoul standing.”

Payne wrapped an arm around Hancock. “He’s got a point!”

“Ah, shut up! I’m fine!” He sat down on a bench. “Just give me a sec. I’m not used to the floor moving all around like that… at least when I’m not buzzed.”

Nate turned to the group, a serious look plastered on his face. “Now, I’ve got some ground rules. Here, in Nuka-World, I am the Overboss. There are three extremely large and deadly raider gangs I’m in charge of. They’ve been warned that I am bringing in some friends from the Commonwealth. They should leave you alone… but don’t push your luck. I’m trying to…” He paused, thinking of the right words. “…free a population of enslaved traders here with as little blood shed as possible. They are completely under the raider’s thumb. If things go sideways, a lot of innocent people will be caught in the crossfire.”

“Okay, don’t start any fights. Got it.” Payne could tell Hancock wasn’t thrilled but agreed.

Nate continued. “Second, you need to stay in the main parks. Don’t go wandering off into the bush. There are a lot of nasties out there… shit a lot bigger and deadlier than what we have in the Commonwealth. If I have to report to Fahrenheit that a cave cricket ate you, I have a feeling my head would end up on a pole.”

Hancock agreed. “I can see that rubbing her the wrong way.”

“Lastly,” His glare brightened into a smile. “Enjoy yourselves. There is a lot of stuff here to do. You have three days to explore the parks, but don’t forget to take some time to relax! Especially you!” He pointed a finger at Payne. “It’s no secret what you went through while this lug was taking his extended nap.”

Payne shooed him while she readjusted the bag on her shoulder. “Enough talking. Let’s get going! At least… if you can manage to walk.” She ribbed Hancock.

“Bah!” Hancock stood up. “I thought you wanted to spend your whole vacation in the parking lot.”

As they made their way across the vast empty expanse of pavement, Payne couldn’t contain herself as she passed under the giant marquee. She felt like her smile reached from ear to ear. As they walked by, groups of raiders would spot Nate, turn and nod at the Overboss.

“Let’s head over to the map so you guys can get your bearings.” Nate started to shuttle them around to a raised dais when they crossed paths with a giant walking cola bottle. It raised a rusted oversized gloved hand.

“Well, hello there, young lady! Welcome to Nuka-World!” a cheerful voice buzzed over a tinny internal speaker. “I’m N.I.R.A., your friendly Nuka-World Informational Robotic Assistant. Is this your first visit to Nuka-World?”

Payne snorted and smiled. “I’m not sure ‘young’ is the right way to describe me.”

“You know, a lot of people say just the same thing. The way we see it, everyone who steps through that gate is a child at heart. Now, before you set off on our grand Nuka-adventure, let me tell you about…” A strange electronic noise emitted from the robot, it’s arms shaking with some internal glitch.

“Error. System Malfunction.” The cheerful voice dropped an octave. “Are you finished wasting my time, you filthy, low-life scavver? Cause I’m getting bored, and when I get bored, I get violent!”

Payne’s eyes widened with surprise. “Ah… what?”

“Aw, what’s wrong, dirtbag? Too hopped up on chems to understand English? Or just too stupid? Well, I think you heard me just fine.” A grating tone interrupted N.I.R.A.’s tirade.

“System restored.” N.I.R.A.’s original cheery voice reasserted itself. “Oops! Sorry about that little glitch. Data logs indicate unauthorized tampering with my personality subroutines. Please contact a Nuka-World maintenance technician as soon as possible.”

From behind her, Nate stifled a laugh behind a fist. Payne turned around. “You knew that was going to happen, didn’t you!”

“Welcome to Nuka-World!” he quipped. Nate ushered the pair up the few steps to a giant map. “Get familiar with this map, there are plenty of left over brochures if you need one.” He started pointing to the map as he spoke. “Okay, we are in Nuka-Town USA. I’ll give you a tour in a bit, but I’ll warn you now: stay away from the raider dens. There are three of them, each easily identified by the graffiti around them.” He quickly pointed to the locations. “There is a bar, market and arcade you can check out. You will be staying in my personal apartment on top of Fizztop Mountain while you’re here. It has some of the best views in the park, if I do say so myself. It’s completely private and secure. If you really feel the need, you can go and talk to Bradberton under the old park offices… but I wouldn’t recommend it. He’s not the best company.”

Payne baulked. “Wait… Bradberton is still alive?!”

Nate shrugged. “In a manner if speaking… if you call a disembodied head in a jar being alive.”

“Holy shit! That’s nuts!” Hancock shook his head.

Nate nodded in agreement before pointing to an area on the map ringed by tall stone pillars. “That’s Dry Rock Gulch. It’s an old west themed park that has a decent saloon. The cowboy robots are a nice touch, but there’s not much else to do there.” Next he moved on to an area with a giant tree sprouting from the middle of it. “Safari Adventure specialized in exotic animals, quite a few even survived the war. Hancock has even arranged for a little something special there tomorrow evening.”

Payne glanced at the ghoul, who was hanging back watching her. She cocked an eyebrow, a wordless question that he left unanswered except for a coy smile.

“I’m sure Hancock is going to want to check out Kiddie Kingdom. Not only does it have quite a few working rides, but it is a ghoul safehouse. Oswald’s a stand up kinda guy and very protective of his friends.”

A man stepped up to the side of the dais. He was wearing yellow armor, one of his eyes similarly covered by a matching eyepatch.

“Boss? You gotta minute?”

“One sec, Gage.” Nate looked concerned as he turned back to Payne and Hancock. “Galactic Zone and World of Refreshment are still too dangerous for causal sightseeing. I suggest taking a minute to think about it. There is a lot to do in the park… if you are so inclined. Excuse me.” He stepped away to confer with the raider out of earshot.

Hancock came up behind Payne, wrapped his arms around her waist and gave a little squeeze. “Whatcha want to do?”

Payne gave a little sigh. “I’m a little overwhelmed, to be honest.” She turned her face to his. “I still can’t believe I’m actually here. I never thought I would see this place, even before the war.” Stepping free of his grasp, she slipped her hands into his. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know, but you deserve something special for everything you did for me.” Before she could protest, he gently took her cheek in his hand, giving it a slow caress. “But don’t expect this every time you pull my ass out of the fire.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. She turned back to the map. “I don’t know where to start. What do you want to do?”

“Lady’s choice.”

It was clear she wasn’t going to get any help from him.

While she studied the map, she remembered something Nate had mentioned. “What about the arcade? I haven’t been to one of those in ages. Hell, I think the last time I was in one I was… I don’t know… 11? We can drop our stuff off in the room, then hit the arcade. The winner can buy a round of drinks at the bar Nate talked about. We can worry about the other parks tomorrow after we get some rest. Sound good?”

Hancock nodded. “Sounds like a plan, chief.”

When Nate returned, they told him their plan.

Soon they stood at the foot of the towering Fizztop Mountain waiting for the industrial lift to lower to street level. Someone moving on the edge of Payne’s vision caught her attention. She turned to Nate and pointed to a man splashing around in a giant stagnant pool of water.

“Um… what is that guy doing?” She asked.

Nate rolled his eyes a bit. “That’s Dave. He thinks there is some kind of treasure hidden in the water.” “He hasn’t found anything.” Dave looked up. Nate gave him a little wave. “He’s been at it for weeks.”

The lift hit the concrete with a heavy metallic clank. As the group was slowly pulled into the air, Payne stared at the towering structure above her. The view reminded her of looking up at the dazzling lights of Lucky 38 casino as she walked the streets of Las Vegas so long ago. Once inside, Nate gave them a quick tour. It was clear the apartment had once been a swanky restaurant of some kind. Now it was retrofitted with a couple of bedrooms, several work benches and a variety of amenities to make the space more comfortable.

Returning to the dining room turned living space, Nate turned to them. “Well, I hope you enjoy it up here. I have some business to take care of. There is a stash of Nuka-Cade tokens and old world money in the bar. Feel free to use ’em. If you need me, just ask around.”

Soon the Overboss was lowered out of sight, leaving the pair alone. In the living room, a huge bed sat in the corner, partially quartered off by a myriad of trunks and tall dressers, creating a semi-private room. Opening a large footlocker, Hancock stashed his pack inside, Payne following suit.

“It’s so quiet up here! I’m not used to that anymore,” she commented as she gazed out the floor to ceiling windows… most of which were still intact. The night speckled with rows of lights from the various facades dazzled her for a moment. “The view up here is amazing!”

“The view’s not what I’m looking at…” Hancock smiled before giving her a quick squeeze. “But we’ll have time for that later. Right now,” he released her, and gave her a little shove. “I’m ready to kick your ass in the arcade!”

Payne headed to the bar, pocketing the stash of tokens and cash. “Remember, loser buys drinks!”

“You’re on!”

They made their way to the arcade, their spirits high. Inside, Payne felt transported back in time. An array of blinking neon lights and shrill music bombarded her senses. A gruff raider grunted as they entered.

Payne’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god! They have Whac-a-Commie! I haven’t played that game in ages!” She ran over the squat red square contraption, grabbing the mallet. She fed coins into the slot, raising the weapon in giddy anticipation.

For the next few hours, they drifted from machine to machine, carousing, cursing and laughing the whole time. Payne was a natural at Whac-a-Commie, while Hancock quickly became an ace at Atomic Rollers. He easily sunk shot after shot in the center hole, so much so that Payne took to poking and tickling him randomly to throw him off his. They were cackling so uproariously by the time they got to Hoop Shot that, even though both of them tried, neither could concentrate enough to get close to landing on the leader board. After the ticket machine totaled their armful of tickets, Payne raised her Nuka-Cola Victory in triumph, leaving Hancock to nurse his loss with a paltry Nuka-Grape and a plush sloth.

“You cheated.” He playfully grumbled. “You just couldn’t stand how great a throwing arm I have.”

She brushed him off. “The only reason you’re so good with that arm is because of how much time you spend stroking yourself with it! Now, pay up!”

They headed to the bar. The older woman behind the counter served them a couple of beers. While they stood chatting and drinking, a raider approached them.

“You two are the Overboss’ special guests in the park, aren’t you?” Her voice was low and even, almost calculating.

Payne studied the woman. She wondered how the raider could see at all, given her matte metal helmet seemed to encase the top of her head, with no perceivable eyeholes. The shape was reminiscent of an angry gecko, its frill stretched out on display.

“Yeah, we are. What’s it to you?” Payne asked.

“Oh, I mean no intrusion. We occasionally get traders that wander through, but never actual guests. The Overboss must think very highly of you.”

Hancock nodded. “I suppose he does.”

“How are you enjoying our little slice of heaven?” The evenness with which the woman spoke unnerved Payne. Her tone was like silk dipped in poison.

“So far so good. We only just got here. Gotta say, your arcade is riot.” Hancock pulled the purple sloth and playfully made it nod its head. “I might just have to start a collection.”

Payne had a suspicion that the raider was not interested Hancock, but somehow scrutinizing her.

“Delightful.” The raider barely tilted her head in Payne’s direction. “May I beg an indulgence?” Payne nodded. “I am quite the admirer of blades. Some may even call me a collector of sorts. I noticed the knife at your side. May I see it?”

Payne glanced down at the weapon strapped to her hip. She gave a small shrug. “Sure.” Deftly, she unsheathed the blade and handed to the woman.

The raider turned the knife over in her hands, studying the curve of the blade and testing the balance. Her thumb traced the D carved into the handle.

“Where did you happen to find such an exquisite beauty?”

“I pulled it out from between my ribs.” Payne said flatly. Something about this woman rubbed her the wrong way, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“You should have seen what she did to the one who put it there!” Hancock interjected.

“I see.” The raider flipped the knife gracefully, facing the hilt towards Payne. “Let’s hope she serves you better than her previous owner.” Payne replaced it in its sheath.

The raider walked away without another word and disappeared out the door.

Hancock leaned over to her. “Well, that was random.”

The bartender spoke under her breath. “You might want to be a bit more careful.”

“Why?” Payne asked.

“That was Nisha. I suggest you don’t get on the Disciples leader’s bad side… unless you want to end up sliced up like a brahmiluff roast.” Before they could ask any questions, the bartender found herself something else more pressing to clean at the opposite end of the bar.

Payne and Hancock quickly finished their drinks and retired to the apartment high in the sky.

“It’s been a long day. I think I’ll hit the sack.” Payne said.

“Where are you going? The bed’s out here!”

Payne pointed to the giant windows. “I’d rather not sleep in a solar oven, thank you very much.”

Hancock winced. “Forgot… sorry.”

Payne quickly fell asleep. A few hours later, she felt the bed bow as Hancock crawled in next to her. She smiled, hoping tomorrow would be even more fun than today had been.

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So I’m finally getting around to do that aspec Q & A that @ace-and-aro-wlw-positivity posted, and I have quite a few aspec ocs so this could get rather lengthy but here we go

1. What was your inspiration for your character(s)? Are they modeled on yourself, a person that you know, or a character that’s already been established?

My first aspec oc, Abby Scott, was based on myself when I thought I was a biromantic ace girl. So she takes a lot after me.

Theo Yamada, on the other hand, was a completely new character. I don’t exactly remember why I made him alloarospec, and I’ve been flipping from one arospec identity to the other, but no matter what he always remained alloaro.

Mina Nicholson was my first character that I had predetermined to be alloaro from the start. She’s based on an old tumblr post about some super hero series idea called “Aces and Arrows.” I obviously didn’t make Mina into some superhero, but her guitar skills make her come pretty close :D.

Brittany Olajobi is also based on an old tumblr post. Remember the “All or Nothing” idea thing that was floating around here?(Yes, I’m aware it turned into a scam, but I thought the premise was cute). Since no one actually made anything out of that I decided to make the characters my own. The asexual and pansexual girls were roomates....but also girlfriends. That idea kinda evolved into one of my newer series called “Play the Rainbow”, but that’s gonna take a while to explain.

Queenie Brooks...is based on a crude caricature someone made of an ace person (the “artist” has probably never talked to an ace person outside of tumblr but whatever), so I took that character and fleshed her out. She’s an aroace trans girl who’s evry big in activist circles, especialy the sex worker industry

2. How much, if any, has your character(s) changed since they were first created? What caused this change?

Abby and Brittany haven’t changed much besides in their appearance, Queenie and Mina underwent drastic appearance changes since they were created, and Theo’s kinda been going back and forth on the aromantic spectrum, from strictly aro to demiromantic to aroflux. I’ve finally settled one greyromantic, which coinicdentially is what I identify as.

4. Do you intend on publishing your story one day? Why, or why not?

Probably not. I’m closeted in real life and likely to stay that way as long as I’m financially dependent on my parents.

7. Time to get serious for a bit. There’s been heavy debate on having non-human characters identify as ace, aro, non-binary, etc., but never actual humans. As someone who’s aspec, how would you explain to someone who’s allo why this can be and is seen as hurtful?

Ace and Aro people have been seen as inhuman and robotic for not feeling attraction, especially not in the same way that people who aren’t aro or ace do. Please reconsider making that animal/robot/alien oc aspec unless all or most of your characters aren’t human as well.

8. It’s a sad reality that many stories in mainstream media don’t have characters that are aspec, not to mention without resorting to harmful stereotypes. Besides there being nothing wrong with IDing as aspec, why did you choose to have your character ID as such? What would you tell other authors who’re interested in writing characters that are aspec, but are afraid of offending the community?

I make my characters aspec because. I’m aspec. Also there aren’t a lot of aspec representation (the little we get lol) that isn’t white or cis or yes, heteromantic./heterosexual. Considering the fact that I’m none of those things, all of my aspec ocs are poc like me, some even trans as well. To authours who want to write aspec characters but don’t want to offend the community, PLEASE ask around. Ask more than one person of that specific demographic. Their opinion should not be the only one that shapes yours! Also, if you’re writing an alloaro character, don’t ask someone who’s alloace or aroace. Similarly, don’t ask an alloaro person about writing alloace/aroace characters. Aspec people are not a monolith, our experiences are not the same

9. If you’re comfortable with sharing, what is your characters’ identity? Do they use any microlabels? Does theirs reflect your own?

Abby is a biromantic ace, Theo is a greyromantic bisexual, Mina is an alloaro bisexual, Brit is an ace lesbian, and Queenie is an oriented aroace trans woman.

11. Why do you think that not just representation is important, but GOOD representation? Can you offer any examples?

Fiction affects reality. Therefore, how people see us in the media affects how they see us in real life.

14. What’s a brief biography of your character? Is their history, personality, and/or looks similar to your own?

Uh I don’t necessarily have biographies for them but I have an oc carrd with their details

15. What are the themes of your story? Is it a lighthearted adventure, or are we talking deep, ocean-sized levels of angst? Why, or why not, did you choose them?

It’s a mix of light hearted fun and lots of angst. But everyone (who deserves it) gets a happy ending so it’s all good.

16. How long have you been writing? Has your style changed from when you first began to now? What are some tips you’d give to those who’re interested in writing a story of their own, be it professionally or as a hobby?

I’ve been writing since I was 8. I once won an honorable mention in a writing competition in the third grade believe it or not lol. My writing has definetely changed a lot, and that’s partially thanks to my English teachers I had along the way. My advice to people interested in writing a story on their own is to invest in a laptop/notebook and find time to write. Any time at all.

17. What’s your process for writing? Do you plan your story out first, write whatever you want then edit later, or both? How might this help others?

Planning? Ha! I write as I go. Sometimes I go back and edit entire scenes before publishing tho.

18. Your book’s become quite popular, easily reaching the New York Times Bookseller list, and now, you’ve been picked to lead a writing workshop. It goes swimmingly, and afterward, someone comes and tells you that your book not only inspired them to write a story of their own, but also helped them discover and accept their identity. What’s your reaction?

I’m...not good with compliments.

20. Just for fun, write down a paragraph of your most recent writing. It can be an action-packed scene, some witty dialogue, or a colorful description that you really enjoyed. (Be sure to properly tag any possible triggers!)

Here’s what I’ve started working on:

Theo smooths out the wrinkles on his blue uniform, giving himself a once over in the mirror. All his belongings of 5 long years were packed and ready to board on the ship the higher-ups would issue to him He turns and takes down one last poster and rolls it up, placing it in his duffel bag. Perfect. Now all he had to do was go through the graduation ceremony and he’d get his first assignment. His hard work being at the top of his class was finally going to pay off.

“Heyyyy, my older twin’s looking sharp tonight!” Trent exclaims, leaning in the doorway with his own uniform in red. He whirls into the room, flopping on the now barren bed. “Ahh, this bed has so many memories. Come on, sit with me!”

“Trent, the ceremony’s so soon.”

“Theooooo,” he pouts. “This may be the last time we see this room, because we’ll be in space!”

He wiggles his fingers in Theo’s face for dramatic effect. The older twin chuckles, taking a seat on the bed.

“Let’s see,” Theo muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I remember when we first got here. We were 10 years old, tiny, adorable and innocent little creatures. You were so terrified because they had put us in separate rooms.”

“I was not!” Trent argues. “It was just…a bit of a shock considering I always slept with someone else in my room instead of…all by myself.’

“Whatever. You crept into my room in the middle of the night, poked me awake and gave me the whole puppy-dog-eyes-and-quivering-bottom-lip routine to get me to beg me to let you sleep in my bed that night.”

“And you pretty much told me to go play in traffic,” he laughs. “And I still got in your bed anyway and slept there the whole night!”

“And you kept doing it until you turned 12!” Theo finishes with a playful shove.

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crimsonrevolt · 6 years

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Congratulations Haley you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Cassius Mulciber.

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Welcome back Haley! It’s always so nice to be able to welcome back previous members and we’re absolutely thrilled to have you back in our little family! It’s so clear that you have such a strong connection to the character and interpret him so well. We can’t wait to see what you do with him now that you’re back with us! *your fc change to Chris Wood has been accepted. Please note that it is not our usual policy to switch poc faceclaims to a white faceclaim but an exception was made as it was an old member returning to us.

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Haley, 21, She/her, EST, America

ACTIVITY

Like most people in the group, I work and go to school but I have lots of free time around those things. 7/10

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Alexis told me about the roleplay forever ago and then I was in it for a while and had to leave, now I’m back again.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Remus and Sirius, I truly identify with them both equally. I’ve always been the weird, quiet kid who seemed too secretive and was bullied. But I also am a rebel who eventually learned how to stand up for myself and others. I’m like the stereotypical parts of both their characters combined.

ANYTHING ELSE?

I can’t think of anything else. :)

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Cassius Mulciber

Cassius: derived from Latin cassus “empty, vain”.

Asmodeus: From Hebrew Ashmedai, which itself is derived from Avestan aēšma-daēva meaning “demon of wrath” (this is my headcanon for his middle name)

Mulciber: the architect of pandemonium, taken from Paradise Lost

FACE CLAIM

Okay, so I know you all have Cassius’s FC listed as Christian Navarro. I’m aware he’s a POC FC, but I wanted to ask if there was anyway I could go back to Chris Wood since he was my original Cassius and to me, he fits the character the best. I feel it would vastly help my muse to have Chris Wood as the FC because I’ve always written him better with that face. I understand if you don’t want me to make that change and if I need to keep Christian Navarro, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Cassius and I have a history. He became my muse in September of 2016. I picked him up as a character originally to challenge myself because I didn’t usually write dark characters. I used to love writing the anti-hero or heroic characters who did horrible things for good reasons. I found a new love in writing darker characters. There’s a certain power in a character who has no morals. He would slit a man’s throat and then fuck someone next to his corpse without a second thought. He has no boundaries. There are no lines he won’t cross. The things he does, he does for himself. He’s a Death Eater but I believe he made the decision to join the group because of what they do, not who they follow. I will play him more in that light than as if he was another completely blind follower of Voldemort.

Cassius is a complex and deeply conflicted character. I made the comment before that I believe he has bipolar disorder, though of course it is undiagnosed due to the nature of the era and the wizarding world’s lack of science. (I have bipolar disorder and it has leaked it’s way into my writing.) His lack of a conscience and ability to charm his way out of all situations, started when he was young. His father raised him to be that way, frequently using pain as a teaching mechanism. As stated in his bio, he fits into the war like he was born for it. In another life, maybe he wouldn’t have been so perfectly formed for war but with the way his childhood went he was destined to fight this battle.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

I have no specific anti-ships and the only ship I have is Cassius and Augustus, but chemistry is the biggest thing for me. Because he’s a purist he wouldn’t be with anyone who wasn’t pure blooded. He also wouldn’t be quick to jump into a relationship. He’s generally more of a one night stand type person, however, he develops attachments to people and will continue having a friendly/sexual relation with them. Whenever things get too serious though, he backs off.

As far as sexuality, he is pansexual. He doesn’t care what genitals a person has or how they identify themselves, what he cares about is if the person is attractive and if they interest him. His pronouns are he/him, if you can’t tell by my extensive use of them already in this application haha. He is a cis male.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

I have a lot of things on my blog (this will be the same one I use for the rp if accepted).

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“I want a spell that causes people to drop their guard. I’m sure there are a multitude of potions that do the same thing, but I’ve always been bad with potions. A spell would be so much more convenient. The spell itself would be “fiduciam” which is Latin for trust.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Augustus Rookwood, he’s the only person I would trust to be alone in the forest with me. As for the object, I know it may sound odd but I would take a gun. They’re surprisingly useful considering they’re muggle made.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Decisions that revolve around my emotions. Some choices are easy, they’re clear and precise and the logical answer seems almost the only answer. As soon as the heart is involved, however, it becomes difficult to decide because no matter what the logical answer is, it’s hard to hurt yourself to do what needs to be done.“

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“That I was weak. I am many things but weak is not and will never be one of them.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Cassius is thriving. Firstly, it’s the first time in a while that his friends (or himself) aren’t being held captive or tortured. He has never hidden his disdain for non-purebloods, so the plan to cleanse them from the planet pleases him. What doesn’t please him however is the sinking feeling he has in his stomach. Things are going too well for them and he’s waiting on that to change because nothing ever stays positive for long. For the time being I feel that he’s just going to enjoy himself in the Death Eater ruled world and take some time to be happy that his friends are alive and healthy and NOT captured. Though he’s constantly gonna be looking for things to go wrong.

WRITING SAMPLE

July 3rd, 1974

Cassius stood in the frigid night air, waiting for his father to join him just outside the Mulciber Estate property line. He knew this was death eater business, but beyond that he didn’t know anything about what they were doing that night. His father had made promise after promise that they would soon take the required steps for Cassius to receive his dark mark, but so far they had done nothing. Eyes focused on the stars in the sky above him, he didn’t hear Gerard Mulciber walk up behind him and the hand placed on his shoulder caused him to jump slightly. Thankfully his father’s grip on his shoulder was tight as he apparated the both of them away from their estate.

The dark alleyway formed around them, coming into focus as they reached their destination. Gerard turned, walking through a doorway hidden by magic, he absorbed into the brick the way students did as they raced to board the Hogwarts Express. Cassius followed behind him, pulling his wand from his pocket just in case he had occasion to use it. As he emerged into the room he was taken aback by the sight before him. The girl magically bound and gagged in a chair at the center of the room caught his attention first, but it didn’t take long for him to notice the masked figures that stood against the walls. Their dark cloaks pulled heavily towards the ground, eerily quiet as they remained still and unmoving, no rustling to be heard. Cassius suddenly felt tiny, insignificant, he felt surrounded and closed in, despite the fact that there were only four death eaters in the room, including his father.

“What is this?” He said with an angry glance towards Gerard.

A stinging pain ran through his head as Gerard smacked him on the back of his skull. “The fact that you’re too idiotic to figure it out on your own should be the first sign that you’re unworthy of the mark. Unfortunately, they don’t agree,” Gerard spat angrily, gesturing towards the death eaters who stood around them. Cassius’ eyes traced around each figure trying to identify any of them, but he couldn’t. A hand gently rested against his back, the feeling was almost as shocking as the smack had been. “The girl,” his father said as he gestured towards the poor girl in the middle of the room, “she’s a muggleborn, so are her siblings.” As if on cue a large cloaked and masked death eater walked through the door, a young girl on his left and a boy on his right, neither could be older than eight. “You’re going to kill her in front of them.”

Cassius’ blood ran cold and he couldn’t stop the chills that ran across his skin. He’d done many terrible things while at Hogwarts but murder was not anywhere on that list. “I know this is supposed to be a challenge for me but shouldn’t I be allowed to decide what I do? Since the whole point is for me to prove myself?” His voice was shakier than he anticipated, but he just hoped his father wouldn’t take notice.

“Fine, do what you want, but the end result must be the same. The girl will die and you will be the cause.” Gerard shoved his son forward viciously, forcing him towards the girl.

Cassius tightened his grip on his wand, acting as if all of this was perfectly normal. He couldn’t show weakness, couldn’t show how terrified he was. There had to be a way for him to do this and flaunt his strength while trying to keep calm. He took a calming breath before allowing the incantation to slip from his lips. “Imperio,” the familiar spell came out easily, the motions flowing through his wrist naturally. It was a spell he had used often at Hogwarts during his free time. The unforgivable curse canceled out the weaker spells that bound her to the chair and Cassius watch with satisfaction as the girl rose from her seat and walked over to stand in front of him. He pulled a small folding knife from his pocket and gave it to her before forcing her to turn and move to her siblings’ side. She moved the knife to rest against the other girl’s throat.

For a moment, Cassius felt guilty. How could he do this? How could he force someone to kill their sister? But he knew he had no choice. Trying not to linger on bad thoughts he flicked his wand and the girl dragged the knife across her sister’s throat. She crumpled to the ground hands around her throat but he didn’t dwell on her despite the fact that she would live for the next several minutes. Moving his puppet over to stand in front of the boy, he had her drop the knife and pull out her wand. With the tip pressed against her brother’s chest, it didn’t take a genius to know what he would do next. As the killing curse slid from the girl’s mouth, a flash of green lit the room and the boy collapsed onto the ground. Cassius felt disgusted with himself. He was dizzy and ill and didn’t know if he was going to make it through this without being sick.

He pushed his illness aside, knowing he still had to kill the girl. He had to get creative, no simple killing curse was going to satisfy these men. They wouldn’t accept the same method of killing twice. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he forced her to turn her wand on herself a small incantation falling from her lips. “Incendio.” As the flames quickly engulfed her body, Cassius realized this had been a mistake. Her screams filled the small room drowning out all other sound and thought. Quietly, praying his father wouldn’t hear him, he hissed out the killing curse, the flash of green hidden within the flames. Her body dropped to the floor and he flicked his wrist, putting out the flames.

“It’s done.” It had lasted no longer than two minutes, but he felt like it had been a lifetime.

Without comment or even gesture, all the death eaters apparated from the room, apparating the bodies away with them. Cassius was left standing alone in the empty room with his father. Pride and excitement filled his chest. Was that it? Had he passed their tests? Did he get to be a death eater now? As he turned to face Gerard, his stomach dropped, dread and panic replacing his earlier emotions. Gerard glared down at him, anger and disappointment painting his features. “You didn’t kill anyone. She did and when you finally had the balls to kill her it was only to put her out of her misery. You are pathetic and weak. If it were up to me I would never make you a death eater.” Cassius kept his mouth shut allowing his father to finish. “You had better promise me that from now on you’ll kill without mercy and without fear. Otherwise, you will have something new to fear.”

Swallowing his pride, Cassius bowed his head slightly, “I promise, Father.” Little did he know that promise was going to haunt him for years to come.

#lsrp #chris wood fc #accepted app

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the-queer-look · 3 years

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Queer Means Family

Name: Malaika Age: 25 Location: Glebe Occupation: Musician Sexual Orientation: Queer Gender: Non-Binary

I spend most of my days working on music from home, my solo work as Malaika, and my Boy and Bucket work. Boy and Bucket being the band where I am Boy, and my friend Guy is Bucket, it’s a fun gender play thing where I get to be a bit more masculine as Boy. As Malaika, and in my personal life I identify as Non-Binary, but it’s fun to take my gender play a step further and identifying as he/him on stage, wearing more traditionally masculine things etc. My pronouns are They/Them, but when I am Boy I’d He/Him.

When I’m at home, so most of the last year, I’m in my pyjamas, but when I go out I wear a binder which helps with the gender dysphoria. I only get dysphoria around my chest these days, I addressed the dysphoria I used to have around my vocals through learning to lower my voice. I tend to wear activist tee’s, collared shirts, ripped jeans, and big boots because I am that lesbian.

About three years ago I was in a relationship with a cis man for four years, then I moved to Sydney and started to get much more involved with activism and music and the things I am really passionate about when I started to realise that I was probably bisexual. I went back to Singapore and told my boyfriend that I was bi. We stayed together for a little while longer, but not much, I needed to explore myself etcetera. I met a woman the next night and simply as like “yes please, this is the vibe.” And I haven’t dated a cis man since. Everything happened very quickly after that, I dated more and more women, and then a few years ago I started questioning my gender identity. I never though I was going to come out or be public about my gender and that it would just be something which existed in my personal life only. But after my partner died it became increasingly apparent to me how important it was for me to live my truth. There’s simply too much pain going on for me to not live my truth.

It gets complicated being half Tanzanian – it’s illegal to be gay back home, let alone discussing the gender politics of it all, so I haven’t done much about coming out to my family. I simply shove myself back into the closet when I go home, and then come back out when I get back to Sydney where it’s safe.

When I was living in Singapore, where it is also very illegal to be gay, I was very much conforming to stereotypical heteronormativity and still reeling from a childhood of being a tomboy and clothes that I wanted to wear being thrown out. So I thought it would be easier to conform and just wear dresses or whatever which made me very uncomfortable. When I came out I felt that I could dress more how I wanted to, doubly so with coming out as non-binary; I cut my hair, shaved my head, I wear a binder and just wear clothes that make me feel good all the time.

I would describe myself as highly involved in the queer community. My sister and I have been running a queer house for a few years now, so pretty much everyone we live with is queer and/or POC. I spend a lot of time just going to places and being queer, it’s like a full time job. I do a lot of queer activism, going to the rallies, talking about it in my work, I worked on an album about it called “sex and politics” about normalising queer relationships. Unfortunately my partner, Yasmin, passed away and I found that I couldn’t perform those songs anymore, as so much of the memory of writing those songs was tied up with memories of her, and all of the love songs were about her. I’ve written a whole new EP called “Yasmin” in memory of her, full of women loving women content, and I feel that it’s very important. I love to hear songs about queer relationships, I feel normalising queer relationships as opposed to heteronormative relationships we actually create that positive change in society. We do that with Boy and Bucket, there are a lot of love songs, but also just music about friendship. I am a believer in that platonic love and friendship should be the centre of what we believe to be the point of life, and is equally if not more important than romantic love.

Before my partner passed I had lots of different friendship groups – my black friends, my queer friends, my bartender friends – but after she passed, and then the pandemic… We’d already all become so close because we were grieving, and with the pandemic we just became even closer so my best friends are all queer. It is difficult to reconcile with that because they’re all so white due to the way that heteronormativity rears its ugly head in those of us who are raised with even more shame. It’s hard to find POC queers, show yourselves! * laugher * It can be hard some times, especially when BLM was so central in culture and I was just so angry. My friends were asking what they could do to help and I just didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

For mine and my twin sister’s birthday a few years ago when I’d just started talking about being non-binary, my sister bought me a bunch of sports bras to flatten my chest somewhat and it was so uplifting, and a step in the right direction.

Queer means freedom. I was raised all over the world, so finding a sense of self is complicated. When you move from school to school to school you could recreate yourself every time. What being queer means to me is less of a fleeting nomadic life jumping between people, countries, continents; But actually just being with a community no matter where yo are. I could go to a queer club in Mexico and say “hello family” and be at home. Being black and queer, when I find those other POC queers I just hold onto them so tightly! Queer means family, community, honesty, and just so much love.

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Hello there! I'm really really wanting to join the descendants rp community with a child of Elsa, but I'm seeing a lot of the same things being used and I came across your blog here and fell in love! I was just wondering what to possibly do or not to do when creating my character because your's is so diverse and different and I absolutely am hoping you can help me out!

this is LITERALLY the sweetest thing i’ve read, and i’ve noticed i’ve got a few of these sitting in my inbox so i figured i’d just answer all of them now. i was an rph for a reason. so consider this KYLA’S GUIDE TO CREATING CHARACTERS. and since descendants is my primary focus in this, please keep this in mind. but i will try to keep this as open to all character types and fandoms as possible.

this will explain step by step how i created my own muse and what i thought of in terms of how i chose his name, personality, appearance and faceclaim. please keep in mind to read ALL THE WAY TO THE END in case i misinformed anything or incorrectly stated anything as i have received hate before and hurtful messages for unknowingly reblogging things and upsetting people.

so let us begin !!

1. THINK ABOUT THE CHARACTER’S PARENTS. in a descendants sort of way, we have to always keep in mind that there are parents involved. whether it be two mothers, two fathers, or a mother and father. even MAL’S FATHER is mentioned in the books. in eldon’s case, i started with hans. but after adding elsa, it changed things. never solely base your character off one parent. if you CHOOSE to have one parent like evie, jay and carlos, or basically every other kid on the isle, please keep in mind that every character has their own personality. do NOT rely solely on the parent’s persona to create the character. it’s not very original and it’s like a copy and pasted version of the parent.

2. APPEARANCE. i never make the character’s name first, i always start with the appearance. feel FREE to go out of order if you just need help with one thing! but this is where genes take a role. YEP! science is apart of this tutorial! in eldon’s case, a lot of people ask me why he has red hair instead of blonde. ( and it wasn’t just for the lack if blonde male face claims i wanted to choose from ) i kept in mind that elsa had blonde hair because of her powers, BUT blonde hair is a recessive gene, as in even if both parents have dark hair, if there was any sort of blonde hair in their family, the kid can get it. i also noted how a LOT of children of elsa had blonde hair, so i avoided that all together. this is where the other parent comes in handy. hans has RED hair. it’s also a recessive gene, but i found that it’d really make my character look different apposed to his mom’s appearance.

( CONT. ) putting it all together, you can really just pick and choose what you want. hans has red hair and green eyes while elsa has blonde hair and blue eyes, so instead of solely basing eldon’s appearance on one parent, i mixed and matched. he has red hair and blue eyes. in the part of appearance as well, you want to keep in mind that it’s not just about the hair color and eye color. NOTICE their features. do they look more like their mom or dad? what aspects of their dad do they have? what aspects of their mom do they have? are there any features they have that aren’t their mom’s or dad’s? it help builds a better mental picture of what you want your character to look like! in my case, i presumed eldon looked more like hans with the broad exterior, charming features and the way hans carried himself. though given his facial appearance, he still has a lot of knicks of his dad’s but his facial features give more towards his mom’s side. the previous king of arendelle, elsa’s father, gave eldon his nose, bone structure and could have possibly been the source of his red hair. but eldon’s also been known to have his mom’s eyes. that’s the most notable feature, actually to me. he has elsa’s calculating, protruding eyes.

3. PERSONALITY. this one is what gets me every time. i’ve noticed that a lot of people base their character’s personality PRIMARILY on their parents. a lot of children of elsa ( to my observation ) have a very similar personality to hers. obviously there will be aspects of a parents personality, but REMEMBER, your character isn’t their parent. evie was brought up to want to be the prettiest and thought that she had to be beautiful to get a prince, but while she was discovering herself, she learned to be incredibly bright, intelligent and there was more to her than just her looks. so while some traits are genetic, a lot of a character’s personality is given due to their upbringing. EX. eldon was brought up a lot like elsa was, being shoved behind walls to learn everything in solitude and alone. parents tend to raise their kids as their parents had before them, and while elsa had thought it was the right thing, it turned out to be the wrong thing. not to forget that he’s sent to the Isle for misdemeanor and when he lives with his father, hans does the same thing his own father did by looking to eldon as weak and insolent. this causes eldon to become very reclusive and quiet, primarily callous and mistrustful. while yes, eldon does have some traits from elsa, like his nervousness that gets the best of him from time to time and fear of himself, he also has hans’ personality of being afraid of failure, wanting nothing but to prove his worth to people around him. BUT he also learns that he is independent, strong-willed and wants to help people who are in similar situations that he is in.

4. NAMES. i always find myself falling into this category last. to a lot of people NAMES HAVE MEANING. in the descendants, you notice a lot of the kids have names starting with the same letter as their parents or even the same name as their parents ( ie. gaston jr. ) don’t let this limit you to naming your character. eldon did get his name from his mom’s initials, elsa, but the meaning of his name gives reference to the trolls in frozen that help save anna’s life. eldon is english for ‘from the elves’ valley’, which obviously they’re not elves, but it’s close to mentioning the grove where the trolls were residing and i picked this on purpose because it reminded me of that very situation. i also had mentioned before how his middle name gives reference to elsa as well, as arvid means ‘forest of eagles’ and in american culture, eagles are seen as symbols of freedom. elsa’s want for freedom for her powers i included in eldon’s name.

ALSO. don’t forget that if your character is from a certain ethnic background, it’s a good idea to stay in their country’s language as in eldon’s norwegian heritage plays a part in his name.

5. THINK OF THE LITTLE THINGS. what makes your character like they are? what’s their favorite food? favorite color? what are their hobbies? fears? likes or dislikes? habits? what are they good at? what are they bad at? what would they like to work on? little things like this could make a HUGE difference in how your character interacts or even sees themselves.

6. BIOGRAPHICAL & CHOOSING A FACE CLAIM. i still do make mistakes when it comes to this here. DO NOT STRETCH YOUR FACE CLAIM’S ETHNICITY OR GENDER. i am pulling some strings with using kj apa, as he’s partially samoan but also majority Caucasian, so i’m walking on thin ice here. also, if your character is transgender or non-binary, use a trans!face claim or even a faceclaim who identifies themselves as non-binary. using cis!faceclaims to play trans or non-binary muses can result in insulting muns that are trans or non-binary themselves. IE. my muse moriana is non-binary and her faceclaim is amandla stenberg, who has openly identified as being non-binary.

if your character’s parent(s) or one of them is african-american and the other is white, that would more than likely make them mixed-raced. i’d recommend keeping your faceclaims the race that their parent is specified, though i did find some place where it’s OKAY to choose their parents’ ethnicity or biographical information ONLY IF they’re ethnicity isn’t stated otherwise. like audrey, aurora’s daughter appears to be mix raced, and her grandmother being african-american also perceives or gives reference to the fact it’s HIGHLY possible aurora is african-american herself. in situations like these, IT’S HIGHLY RECOMMENDED TO MAKE SURE YOU DO NOT OFFEND ANYONE’S RACE AND TO ENSURE THAT YOU ARE PORTRAYING THEIR CULTURE CORRECTLY. ( me, the mun, am of israeli descent and i sure as hell am not cool of someone portraying my culture the way they want to ) i would highly recommend NOT doing this unless you’ve really dug deep into the biographical studies. i have done it ONCE myself with my daughter of snow white and all i did was created a latinx version of snow white. PLEASE BE CAREFUL IF YOU CHOOSE TO DO THIS. ( i will make the disclaimer that i am in no way encouraging anyone to bend the ethnicity of ANY POC FACE CLAIMS. THIS IS STRICTLY FOR WHITE FACE CLAIMS AND WITH A LOT OF STUDYING AND MAKING SURE IT IS OKAY WITH OTHERS BEFORE YOU DO SO )

7. HAVING FUN. after getting all of your character’s information and are happy with what you’ve done, GO OUT AND INTRODUCE THEM TO THE WORLD. roleplaying is one of the BEST ways to understand and work with your character, whether it be an OC or CANON DIVERGENT, you make your character work how you want them to! it’s all about research, learning and finding out how you want your muse or character to be while also being aware of how they can effect those around you!

BONUS. for descendants, children of elsa seem to ALWAYS have the ice magic she possesses, and it’s SUPER ALRIGHT to give your character those powers, but keep in mind it’s also possible they don’t have them. how would they cope with being normal? would they see themselves as ‘different’ opposed to their mom?

i gave eldon the powers to help me further develop his personality. unlike his mom, he uses his power as a WEAPON but also sees it as a curse. he both fears and abuses his ability and often pays the price for it. depending on how you create your character, you can bend it in all sorts of ways! the sky is the limit though be sure to keep them original and diverse! you want to avoid all sources of mary-sues and gary-stus.

i really hope this has been helpful and i know i am still learning character development myself, IF THERE IS ANY INFORMATION IN HERE THAT IS INCORRECT OR NEEDS TO BE ALTERED, please message me and DO NOT INBOX ME ON ANON OR IN GENERAL. it’s much more civil to let me know 1x1 so i can personally apologize if i may have misinformed or worded something incorrectly.

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themoonunderstood-blog · 5 years

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I have had materialist, wealth yearning phases and it caused me to make any white person feel bad for being less wealthy than me. Most of my life I have been modest and against the super wealthy, I even wanted to sacrifice my own privileges and give my life away to helping people, at one point I sold my SUV my family bought for me to move to Seattle so that I could freely study environmental science. But this desire to help changed after I was attacked by white supremacists, and could no longer function to normal. I was left alone, without a car and on few straws with my family to wonder why I was the one who made a sacrifice seeing how drastic things are when no one is going to take me seriously, help themselves and I am still a targeted and lonely minority.

So I projected all of the wealth and materialist aspects of my life on whoever I could, and it only furtherly demonized me. Many POC does this, I currently follow a few blogs that share POC with materialist wealth. This is why white people reject POC pop culture, they are always flashing their wealth and success.

What white people fail to acknowledge is where these people come from, and what odds were against them. Coming from the bottom as a lesser seeming minority, they are left with no choice but to boast about their wealth and success. To put it in their hater's faces. To inspire their own people. Just the image of a wealthy pop star of my own ethnicity is a mood booster. I’ve seen women in the homeless shelter I stayed in look at pictures of Beyonce for hours.

I’m half Native American, and I’m only wealthy for my half whiteness. My mom is a brainwashed, white supremacist slave to a white man. She’s disabled but is forced to help her boyfriend do landscaping work for free. He also sells her meds. He steals her disability checks. If she wants to leave, he hides all of her i,d’s and valuable stuff. He’s done some serious damage to women who have rejected him, including once making an ex’s engine explode.

I don’t know ANY other wealthy natives or half natives. I blame this on why any low-class white person I openly befriended has done what they could to take me down. I’m not supposed to have this class, i.q. or accent. The fact that I am more intelligent, eccentric, open-minded and polite than them is a mind fuck. They tell me I’m white only and lying about being half native.

Only recently have I began to boast about my privileges. I did stop sharing materialist stuff because I would rather not splurge on something just for the brand name. But hopefully one day I’ll be able to collect fine art, and it has always been something I’ve been surrounded by. It’s because we’re Jewishy and artistic people, not scared traditionalist Christians. There’s nothing classist or wrong about abstract art.

None of my friends have ever wanted to celebrate a holiday or school break with me in one of my family member’s fine estates. I never had a party in my grandma’s beautiful house and fully decorated floral garden 9 blocks away from the beach. They never complimented my family's unique and eccentric tastes. They called my shit zu’s ugly. I finally try to acknowledge, hey, you may treat me like I’m lesser then you but the reality is that I have much more and so I came out a lot better. I’m a very rare wealthy half Anasazi, 1/3rd Serbian, Ashkenazi Jewish in fact. I want my wealth to put white people in their place and inspire others like me. I have just as much opportunity as Donald Trump. I have a high i.q. and am very open-minded. I’m very calm and peaceful. I’m polite and have manners.

But still, because of my race, I’m placed below you poor people. I never meant to be classist or shove what privileges I do have in other people’s faces, but this lead to me being treated as lesser, by very unintelligent and poor white people.

So when I do want to be a materialist and show off my class status, it’s just to make those white people with superiority complexes become infuriated. I also just want to help people place wealth and intelligence with my nativeness, as we are generally regarded as being poor and unfortunate. With wealth and privilege, anybody can become anything.

& When other minorities brag about their wealth, instead of resenting them I revel in the fantasy they create for me. They look like me and I could be rich like them, then we can all be rich together. Despite the odds, they have taken over our awards shows to brag about what they achieved against the odds.

People blame America’s artists on our problems today but I think that the art they create is what makes the daily droll of being a slave to big corporations tolerable, and inspiring. They may be worth many million’s but still aren’t nearly as rich as the CEO’s who control all business and buy out elections. But instead of educating yourself on who these CEO’s are you take your anger out on the artists you do know, when they do what they can to influence positive change, their given recognition because of their condemned backgrounds.

Of course supporting small and local artists is also good, anyone who really enjoys music as a past time is going to dig deeper then the few albums the big stars put out.

I love experimental music, and I hear some of that being played into pop stars music, their turn towards alternative religion and occultism makes their music really interesting to me. As a non-Christian myself, the possibility of the conspiracy being somewhat true makes me feel less alone and more represented. This is Satan's world.

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foxcroft-rpg-blog · 7 years

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Congratulations, Chayya! I really liked the way you talked about the fen as almost a tribe and compared them to the Roma. That was really interesting to read. I think you’ve got a great grasp on our little ball of sunshine and your para made me weep. Additionally, your face claim swap to Alberto Rosende has been approved.

Thanks again for applying! Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the masterlist as soon as you can. Welcome to Foxcroft!

OUT OF CHARACTER Name: chayya Age: 24 Preferred pronouns: she/her Time zone: EST Activity: I’d say I’m about an 8/10. My current job requires some travel and, during those two or three day trips, it can be really hard for me to get online. Other than that, though, I get on at least once a day to check on the dash and note any replies needed. As for producing replies myself, I generally keep a regular pace of every other day – as long as there are responses for me to whip up. Anything else?: nope!

IN CHARACTER Full name: Dominic Loveless Date of birth: March 20 (pisces-aries cusp babies) How long have they been in Foxcroft: Dominic’s blood runs in ley lines through Foxcroft. The land is as much his as it is the namesakes. He was born in that swamp and he’ll probably die near it too – hopefully too close to Hazel’s age. Sexuality: Bisexual biromantic. Dominic is attracted to all people, really. He finds the beauty or light in even those people that society might call “ugly.” Mostly, he’s attracted to nice people and to nice people who are interesting. Regardless of gender or appearance, too much. FC change: I really love Alberto Rosende, actually. I know you said he’s too clean cut (and I totally see that) but I just think his little smiling face bursting with actual rays of sunshine would work well. I was also considering Jacob Artist, but wasn’t sure if the FC had to remain Latinx POC. Either way, I’d also be perfectly happy to stick with Posey :)

MORE How do you interpret this character’s personality? How will you portray them? Include two weaknesses and two strengths. Have I said ball of sunshine, yet? Because BALL OF SUNSHINE. Dominic is everyone’s friend. He is nice to everyone, even those who aren’t nice to him. He’s always ready with a smile and a wave for everyone. Always trying, extending hands and olive branches. Always joining up, willing to put his time and effort in. It never matters to those who are determined to hate him, of course. But those people don’t matter to him, so much. And if someone makes it clear what they think of Dominic, he just sort of smiles and shrugs, as if he didn’t understand the language they were speaking. He’ll never be one to start a fight, or even fight back if someone else starts one. But he is one to say, constantly, and over and over, that he belongs in the town as much as anyone else. As much as the Foxcrofts themselves. Dominic is a self-assured, is what it all comes down to. He knows who he is and he likes that person and so he’s able to be that person, in the face of such awful prejudice against him. [patient] - Dominic has been waiting his whole life to be accepted, to be liked, to be treated how he treats other. It’s been 22 years and it hasn’t happened yet, but that’s fine. He knows it’s coming. He knows people will get wiser. Even with this murder stuff, even with the rumors about sacrifices… It has to be coming, it just has to be… [friendly] - Dominic is smiley and happy and ready to make the world a kinder place, one second at a time. He’s probably the universes single-most bestower of “random acts of kindness.” To him it’s just…doing what’s right. He has nineteen items in line at the grocery and the person behind him has two? She can go right ahead. Someone is struggling with a mountain of papers? He can help carry some. Are you not getting the world problem in math? Well, neither is he at all, but hey, two heads are better than one, right? Dominic is always ready to give a little piece of himself. Sometimes he ends up getting embarrassed, a lot of times he ends up getting snubbed and exhausted at the end of the day. But at the end of the day, he always knows that he didn’t do anything to intentionally hurt someone or make their day worse. And that’s worth everything to him. [short-sighted] - Dominic doesn’t really have the ability to parse out what his attitude might mean to different people. He doesn’t get that others might think he’s holding a grudge. Or that he’s arrogant or a whole host of other things that people might be thinking. It also means he doesn’t really know when to quit. He keeps giving chances, smiles, friendly hellos, to people who really don’t deserve another chance. [vague] - Nothing ever bothers Dominic. That is to say, a LOT bothers Dominic, but he puts all that inward, not outward.He’ll never comment on it (especially not with his confidante dead). A wise rapped once said, “Anger is just love/ left out/ gone to vinegar.” All of Dominic’s being is love, shoved out to all and everyone. How long until all that turns to vinegar? How long until he taps into the righteous anger that he so deserves to access?

How did this character react to the death of Hazel Abrams? Adam Foxcroft? Hazel meant a lot to Dominic. Hazel was…his best friend. Perhaps one of his only friends, really. He misses her constantly, like an ache that never goes away. The injustice surrounding her death, that no one believes him, that people think he might be responsible, only makes things worse. Makes mourning her harder. No one knew they were friends, so why should he get to be sad? It’s caused him to withdraw a little more. Stay closer to his family and his mother – who knew, of course – so that he can adjust and grieve in peace. As for Adam… Well, he didn’t know the kid. He was sad when he heard he had been killed, because it’s sad when anyone dies, but he was also a little…excited. Or maybe just relieved? He thought that another death would mean that the police would do better with Hazel. There would be more evidence for them to find. Instead, though, it was just more of the same. Cops asking him where he had been and had he ever gotten in a fight with Adam?

How do they see the town and its people? Think about the different groups of people and prejudices the town holds about them. Dominic loves Foxcroft. He loves all of it and all the people, in spite of how the town views him. It certainly has made things more difficult for him, but Dominic appreciates, at least, that no one pretends to like him. He never has to wonder who his real friends are – that’s always obvious. With the police on his back about the murders, though, things have been getting a little more hostile. And it is a little harder for him to keep that smile on his face. Overall, though, Dominic knows he belongs in Foxcroft because he knows he belongs in the swamp, to the swamp. So no matter who hates him or how much, it never really bothers him. Which tends to only make them hate him more.

For non-human characters: What does this character know about what they’ve become? Have they had any experiences that made them aware that weren’t exactly human? Elaborate. I’ve been considering the fen as a sort of family tribe. Something passed down through generations – after all, the tales about the swamp people have existed far longer than just Dominic. His mother was fen and probably his father wasn’t – otherwise he wouldn’t have found it so easy to leave. To Dominic, being fen is just like being human. Just another…shade of human. The thread of family tradition in the larger tapestry of who he is. He and his family don’t talk about it in so many words – his mother has never said to him, you are not human. But she talks about the connection to the swamp, the way they’re more suited to this environment to anywhere else. And well, he was always a good swimmer. I mentioned earlier that Dominic knows he belongs in Foxcroft because he knows he belongs in the swamp – it seems to bear repeating in this section. It’s his being a fen that truly supports that feeling for him. Basically, I’ve been viewing the fen a little bit like the Roma. In that, it’s an ancient sort of lifestyle that holds some truly awful stereotypes and prejudices against it. Something that seems inherent Old World, and close to the earth.

Please include 1-2 possible plots you see for this character. GONE TO VINEGAR: I mentioned that one too many rebuffs of Dominic’s kind nature could be just the thing to set off the bomb. I think that anger from him would be an interesting reaction – and it could present an opportunity for some other cools things to happen: who sees it? What’s their reaction? Do they tell the cops? Does it make them more sympathetic to him? MISADVENTURED PITEOUS OVERTHROWS: I’d love to see Dominic up against the Abrams or even the Foxcrofts. He’s just a boy who had a friend who is know in over his head. I want to see how they might push against him and how he would react – especially with the Abrams, the family of this girl he loved, blaming and hating him? I think it would break his heart. KNOW THYSELF: I’d love for Dominic to discover more of what he is exactly. Maybe this could be through his absent father? Maybe his mother finally tells the whole story of this family tradition? Maybe it’s just through research and carefully asked questions. I think if Dominic knew a little of the reality behind his ties to the swamp, it could help complicate his identity. Paradoxically, it would inject some doubt into his identity and make him wonder about how much of what he does is in his nature and whether or not being born of the swamp is necessarily a good thing.

WRITING SAMPLE Option #2 There was something about the earthy thickness of the air. Something about the palpable sensation: You’re getting close. You’ll belong again. Sometimes, Dominic could even hear it, the actual voice of the swamp, speaking and reach out to him. Calling him home. He could stop the frantic pedalling, then. Let himself just coast on momentum, into fuller trees with lower branches. Maybe it was suffocating to some, but it was just the pressure that Dominic needed. Like a container, keeping him together.

Even with the air full of swamp, it helped him to breathe easier. Calm the stinging tears over his cheeks. Cool the rush of red that had blossomed over his cheeks. Still, though, his mind raced, whirred from thought to thought, bouncing. It hadn’t been quite this bad since he was a kid, since before he was diagnosed and sitting in one place seemed impossible.

It probably hadn’t looked awesome, him darting off as soon as he heard the news, but Dominic couldn’t help it. Sitting in that place seemed impossible.

He tossed his bike to the side of the house, wheels still rattling as they spun drunkenly. The door screamed as he crashed through it and his mother jumped from where she was wiping off Stephanie’s face. “Baby?” she asked, moving to him. “What is it?” Stephanie’s big eyes were set on her brother, watchful and unblinking.

Dominic gasped and gulped, tried to find words as his mother cooed to him, “What’s wrong, Dom? C’mon, baby, tell me what happened.” Her fingers carded through her hair and he buried his face away in her collar. He was taller than his mom, had been for a few years, so it was an awkward angle but she held him still. With a horrible, retching inhale, Dominic blurting, “Hazel’s dead.” Sobs bubbled out in trails after, his shoulders shaking as his hands came to hold on to his mother like a lifeline. “She was murdered.”

His mother just closed her eyes, laid her cheek his head. Kept petting his hair and murmured soft words to him.

EXTRA How would you feel about this character dying?: I think I might be all right with it, if a little sad of course. Given the opportunity to create a custom character or something in the aftermath. Mostly only because I understand with Dominic as a main suspect in the murder, it might be “necessary” to the plot. But I really would be heartbroken to have that happen to this little lamb. To summarize: acceptable, but not ideal. Why did you choose this character?: BALL OF SUNSHINE. I love the idea of someone who is almost completely unruffled by an entire community’s perception of him. Additionally, I’m drawn to the concept of the fen and someone close to nature, but a part of nature that is usually seen as something dark or dangerous. Extras: you can find my pinboard for him here! How did you find us?: the lovely stella referred me!

#rp #roleplay #lsrpg #bio rp #supernatural rp #accepted #dominic loveless

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innominatewritings-blog · 6 years

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If you are smart, then you’ll know that some journalists are extremely bad at their jobs. I was going to say that the media is whack, but it really isn’t and I’m not going to diss the platform I am able to write this on.

Before I throw around facts and examples, I am going to write about my truth and why I love the media and then my beliefs on the simple thing that is representation. As, once the facts and examples come in to play, they will fully support the truth.

Love and Truth: Mine

I think back on my childhood and I realise the views I hold to this day, have always been with me. I honestly do not know how this has happened or what impacted me to have these views. All I done was watch a lot of TV and read fair few books.

I attended a mixed primary school, it was a Church of England school, and we truly treated everyone as equal. From what I remember there was no racism on the schools part. We were children so we never saw each other as what adults with judgement would see.

Being a white person, when I think back on how things are I don’t think much difference of me and my friends. I have foreign friends and friends of colour, but it is hard for me to understand if I blend us together because of the privilege that comes with my ethnicity. But the fact that I have these thoughts is a safety net for me. It helps me realise where I stand, and allows me to always be cautious. So I do not succumb to the ignorance. I care for everyone like I care for myself. If they are not allowed to do something that I am, younger me would blindly defend them not knowing the real issue, whereas, adult me? She is woke and ready to set you ignorant bigots in your place.

My friend and I are planning to go to America sometime soon and she jokes that she hopes she can get through customs. At first it didn’t click, then I realised, she is mixed-race and UK customs is bad enough as it is, imagine what American customs are like especially when a bigot runs the country. Trump truly does put the C(o)unt in Country.

OK, this is already pretty lengthy and I am nowhere near done. Please leave me your thoughts on this, as I am after all, a white person speaking up on something I can never fully understand, so when I overstep I would like to be shoved back into my place..

Love and Truth: Media

The reason I love the media so much is because you can access it from anywhere and get your little fix of information. Currently we are in a media divide and it is hard to find any reliable sources. You think you have found one and then this obscene article promoting malicious views pops up. #cancelled.

The media used to be a place you could go to find out genuine facts and information but now all it seems to be is made up articles for clicks and reads. When did it all become so childish?

I’m going to skip to the more important factors now.

I saw the sentence “#CrazyRichAsians is a reminder that representation is important” and although I am yet to see it, I completely agree on that front. (I will be referring back to this at some point.)

Currently the media I am seeing is people fighting for things not to be whitewashed, and all though there has been a lot of accurate casting done and people are happy, there is a behind the scenes; how much did they fight for the truthful representation that they needed?

Examples and Facts: Media

Tim Burton was an artist I once admired, but his views on representation saying that POC weren’t a demand to be had cast in his projects, well that’s because he’s in his own little bubble of privilege and only thought about his norm. No one asked for us whites to come and take over everything. We have never been the only ones to interact with one another. Movies are supposed to represent life right? So you’re telling me you have never once interacted with a person of colour? OK, lets think about this: I am white. I live my life from a white perspective. If I was played in a movie you can cast me as any ethnicity. This is because there is no experience I go through that someone else hasn’t also experienced. A POC lives their life as one. PERIOD. You cannot taint that by making a white person play that, because that instantly gets played down and washed out.

We cannot portray lives where we cannot truly empathise with their experiences.

I am obsessed with art, books, films, paintings/drawings, etc. The lot of it makes me over the moon with joy. I would love to write a book. Then I saw that sentence: “Crazy Rich Asians is a reminder that representation is important“. It got me thinking about my book, I personally didn’t have anything in mind about what the characters I wrote about looked like, but then I remembered something: any book I have read, unless stated otherwise, my mind has subconsciously whitewashed it. That is an accident on my part as that was the originality of my minds programming. Once aware I would focus on the words blocking out any false imagery. But, this is a minor part.

Jenny Han has had her book, ‘To All The Boy I’ve Loved Before’, turned into a Netflix original. Upon watching the film, because of its strong representation with Lana Condor’s portrayal of the movies lead character, Lara-Jean Covey. The tea here is that Jenny took the book to numerous Casting Directors and they all wanted to whitewash Covey even though her ethnicity was a crucial part of the story. Does the cover suggest otherwise?

Thankfully, Jenny found some professionals willing to develop her work exactly as she had written it, thus began Lara-Jean’s journey with Netflix. Thank you to those of pure heart who saw the greatest potential was to keep the character as her true self.

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Remember that film briefly mentioned ^? #CrazyRichAsians? Despite it’s name, people also tried to diminish its reality and tarnish it with white people. I know, its SHOCKING. Do they have brains? I know my brain doesn’t exactly work properly, but I’m glad it isn’t that broken. The images in the slideshow are taken from Emma Stefansky‘s article on Vanity Fair. I am currently tearing up at the powerful statement in the last slide: ‘What makes these people think that all we want to do is see the same white actors or actresses on screen?’.

That statement really caused me to breakdown and just think. I hope it had the same affect on you.

Sincerity to all of You

There are so many powerful, and influential artists I admire and look up to. If you’re a person of colour in any industry related to the media, you are a step in the right direction to putting bigots in their rightful place. It all starts with people noticing what’s wrong and standing against it to make it right; even if it means not getting paid. As long as you are not taking someone else’s rightful place, then its worth it. We have to speak up for those who need us to, but remember not to speak for them or over them.

This has been a very long post and I am sorry for that. I just wanted to write about this on my blog. I am still, quite literally shook, from reading about Kevin Kwan’s experience. As someone who one day hopes to be in the film industry, I am stunned that there are shameful people like this still thriving in the industry. I am hopeful and uplifted by this change, that they won’t be for much longer. I pray that once the new generation are grown that there are very little bigots in the industry. One can only hope.

I thank and love you if you stayed with me through all 1392 words. So much love xo

It's 2018 and this is still happening..?! If you are smart, then you'll know that some journalists are extremely bad at their jobs. I was going to say that the media is whack, but it really isn't and I'm not going to diss the platform I am able to write this on.

#action #celebrity #inspiration #knowledge #life #media #netflix #personal #representation #writing

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