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wolffininthestars · 2 years

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Bittersweet Series

Arcade Mayhem

Jenna walked the streets leading Ava to The Beef. It wasn’t unusual to be heading to the restaurant, where she grew up, just after Mikey’s passing and Carmy taking it over well Jenna was nervous to go. Nervous to see Carmy and have that high school crush flutter back in.

Ava started tugging at her coat pulling Jenna back to reality. “JJ is it Halloween?”

That’s when she saw a bunch of middle aged men dressed up standing in line to get inside.

“Freaks.” She mumbled under her breath as she tapped on the door smiling when Tina opened it.

That’s when she heard Richie and Carmy fighting as they came into the room.

“Why the fuck would you turn this into a arcade competition? Jesus Cousin.”

“Daddy said a bad word.”

That’s when Richie noticed his little girl smiling and waving at him.

“Hi baby.”, Richie walked over, glaring at his niece, placing his hands over Ava’s ears,”What the fuck is she doing here?”

Jenna rolled her eyes at her uncle as she noticed Carmy’s smirk but she was brought back out of her thoughts when Richie coughed.

“Aunt Tiff…” Richie eyed her knowing how she wasn’t supposed to call Tiffany her aunt anymore, at least not around him. “Tiff asked me to babysit and Ava loves the video games here.”

“See good for business!” Carmy grinned as he ran a hand threw his hair mildly amused.

Jenna eyed Carmy. “A five year old liking to play a video game, where her dad works and you having lined up crazy freaks are not the same. This is not San Diego comic con!”

“See, even JJ thinks it’s a bad idea.” Richie shouted. “She would know, making me buy all that shit for Dungeons and Dragons when she was younger.”

Carmy looked at Jenna. “D&D huh?”

Jenna lowered her head. “It was because of a boy.”

The boy had been Carmy, he had just left and Jenna had basically tried to find another boy to crush over and ended up liking a nerd. Turns out D&D was not the game for her and she was asked to leave the campaign after she killed half her teammates with a spell that backfired.

“Also Uncle you bought me those things without me even asking.”

Richie just put his hands up in defense,as if he didn’t know it was true, while walking into the kitchen.

Richie helped raise Jenna with his brother Marcus in prison. He would have done anything for the kid as he felt that she was his own daughter half of the time.

She truly felt like his first born daughter most of the time. Ava was more like a little sister to her and that meant the world to Jenna. In her books family was everything.

Jenna leaned down looking at Ava. “Can’t play the game right now Av’s. Go to uncle Mikey’s,” Jenna stopped talking as she looked at Carmen regret in her eyes. “Go to the office and get your coloring book.”

Carmy just glared at her, knowing that she upset him, but Ava, clueless to it all, walked to the office. That’s when Carmy quickly walked outside.

It was always like Carmen not to speak about his feelings. Most of the time it was Jenna who tried to get it out of him but usually failed. This time she knew to let him go off and figure it out on his own.

Carmy would often go off to reflect and calm down when they were younger. It wasn’t anything new. Now he was outside yelling at the cosplayers.

Jenna watched in horror when some guy started punching Carmy. “Uncle Richie!”

Before she even knew what was happening Jenna heard the gun go off. Of course her uncle would bring out his weapon.

Jenna heard Ava yelling questioning what was going on. “Stay in the back Av’s!”

She knew what it was like seeing your father holding a gun. Jenna was about three when it first happened and she didn’t want Ava to see this. Her baby cousin didn’t need anymore of a traumatic childhood then she already has.

Too many times Jenna had seen her father leave in handcuffs. She knew Ava had seen Richie and Tiff fighting before the divorce. All she wanted was to keep Ava safe and away from the pain.

Jenna sat in the dining area of The Beef while the morons played the video game. Ava was into the tournament watching as she colored.

She got up motioning to Sweeps if he would keep an eye on her cousin with his nod she made her way back into the office.

Carmy sat quietly with his hands holding his head up on the desk. He was mad at Mikey for leaving this place to him, mad that he was back, but mostly mad that he didn’t know how to fix this place.

He smelt her vanilla scent that she always wore, not even turning around to acknowledge her presence.

“I wondered what was in that box.”, motioning to the open blue cardboard box that he now knew held Ava’s toys.

“Mikey always seemed to buy something new every few weeks and hid it in there for Av’s.”

Carmy sighed, making Jenna put her hands on his shoulders. At first she held them in place but when Carmen relaxed into her touch she started rubbing his shoulders.

“You did good today.”

He huffed, “Barely made a profit more like it.”

“A little profit is better than how it was before.”

Carmy shook his head. “Says you butterfingers. What did you say that this wasn’t comic con? Of course you knew about that with your D&D playing days.”

Jenna lightly smacked his shoulders. “D&D campaigns and by the way thanks for that. You left me here to fend for myself.”

“We never hung out, Jens.” Carmy turned around now looking at her. “You were an annoying fourteen year old girl.”

Truth be told, Carmy never had any real close friends, just Mikey and his group. Jenna was probably the only real friend he had that he wasn’t related to.

She gave him a look. “I didn’t see you hanging out with anyone else?” Jenna leaned on the desk. “We walked home together, did homework together…” Carmen chuckled as she continued. “Okay I did homework and had to kick you under the table to focus on yours. We might have not had the normal stigma of friendship but that doesn’t mean I didn’t notice your absence.”

Carmen looked into her blueish green eyes and they were hurt he could tell. He never really thought that she saw him as a true friend. He was lying to himself about their friendship.

Carmy now felt uncomfortable and anxious. His breathing picked up as he fiddled with his hands.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

Jenna put her hands in his own. “We were kids, Carmy I get it. Having a younger girl follow you around doesn’t scream the best kind of friendship.”

Her hands slowly left his, though Carmy wished they would have stayed like that longer. She always seemed to calm him down. Jenna ruffled his hair and sighed. “Go get some sleep Carebear. You look like you need it.”

He chuckled. “Ouch that one hurt Butterfingers.” She was at the door frame before he called out. “Jens.” Her eyes bore into his like they were hoping for him to say what she dreamt of. “Ah I guess thanks for being my friend.”

Jenna gave him a small smile and nod as she turned away. Friendship was a good start.

#jeremy allen white #lili reinhart #carmy berzatto x oc #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear fx

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OHHHH weird writing question 1, 10, 27, 29 please❤❤ and darling may I just say that your richie/carmy fic "Blue Chicago Moon" is absolutely magnificent in every best way possible?!! It's so hauntingly beautiful I have been rereading the two chapters again and again HELP

🥲🥲🥲 you’re wayyy too kind omg thank you so so much 🤍 i’ve poured a lot of myself into that fic and i never expected it to gain this much attention, it makes me so genuinely happy to know that it resonates with people the way that it does. i hope you can be patient with me for the next chapter!! with what i have planned for it i think it’s going to be around as long as the second one if not maybe a little bit longer but we’ll just have to see >_<

1. i write in 11pt arial, but it’s funny because for most of my life (like literally my earliest moments of writing fic on a laptop) i wrote in eb garamond for some reason..?? i think i just liked how it looked and stuck with it, and then i had a brief phase with times new roman a few years ago, and then shortly after i came across a post along the lines of how writing in a font that doesn’t feel professional/judgmental relieves any subconscious pressure of aiming for perfection and makes writing easier. that post recommended comic sans specifically but that font is just too ugly to me so i ended up switching to arial instead just to test it out because that’s the most non judgmental font to me. i’m not entirely sure if it’s affected my writing process but i do genuinely love the clean simplicity of it when i write now and i don’t think i’ll ever change it again.

10. honestly i think i’m only haunted by past fics i’ve finished... almost everything i’ve published in the past has already been deleted or taken down but i don’t always save copies of my work so sometimes i think of my old fics and wish i could read them again just to know what my writing was like back then but any time i read my old writing (like anything before 2020) i criiiinge so maybe it’s for the best LOL

27. tbh i think it’s carmy? even though a good 80% of my fics in my docs are from his pov. i’m surprised i don’t write from richie’s more often because objectively i think carmy’s headspace is harder to comprehend… characterization is really important to me in writing and i’m always worried i wet-dogify carmy too much. like he IS very much a sad stupid wet kicked puppy but there’s also nuance to it? a balance to his character that i agonize over a lot. even now i sometimes reread what’s already published of bcm and i’m like… this feels ooc for him 😭

29. my main source of inspiration is definitely music! when i’m deep into any media i’ll look for ways to find it in almost whatever i’m listening to and i also really enjoy curating character pls too. i stopped working on bcm for a few months while being busy/preoccupied with other interests instead but listening to my carmy playlist definitely helps get me back into the headspace for it while i write. if you haven’t yet i would also really really recommend listening to the titular song by songs: ohia! this fic wouldn’t exist without that song and it’s definitely the #1 song that i associate with carmy and the bear as a whole. i link it in the beginning notes of the first chapter <3

#sorry again for late reply ;; but this made my day it was super sweet #ask game #ask

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Sid Jacobson, a veteran comic book writer and editor whose work took him from the opulent, fanciful world of Richie Rich to the real-life terrorist attacks of 9/11, died on July 23 in San Francisco. He was 92.His death, in hospice, was caused by a stroke following a case of the coronavirus, his family said in a statement.From 1952 to 1982, when the company went out of business, Mr. Jacobson was a writer and editor at Harvey Comics in New York, which published the adventures of Casper the Friendly Ghost, Richie Rich and Wendy the Good Little Witch, as well as crime, horror and romance comics.At Harvey he met the artist Ernie Colón, who became a frequent collaborator. “Wherever I worked as an editor, I always hired him,” Mr. Jacobson said in an interview after Mr. Colón’s death in 2019. “We were very close. We were like brothers.”The two teamed up to tell a graphic-novel version of the 9/11 Commission’s report, which examined the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. The report, the result of a government study headed by Thomas H. Kean, the former governor of New Jersey, became a best seller, if a dense one, in 2004. So did “9/11 Report: A Graphic Adaptation,” published in 2006. Mr. Jacobson called the effort “graphic journalism.”The adaptation “packs a great deal of information within a vibrantly accessible format,” Julia Keller noted in a review in The Chicago Tribune.“Particularly striking,” she added, “is the point at which the authors create a series of pages tracing the fate of all four planes, moment by moment, in a horizontal grid that makes the frenetic pace of the unfolding horror suddenly comprehensible.”Mr. Jacobson and Mr. Colón would go on to create other graphic nonfiction books: one about America’s fight against terrorism, in 2008; biographies of Che Guevara (2009) and Anne Frank (2010); and, in 2017, “The Torture Report: A Graphic Adaptation,” which presented the findings of a Senate select committee’s investigation into the torture of terrorist suspects by the Central Intelligence Agency.Sidney Jacobson was born on Oct. 20, 1929, in Brooklyn, one of two children of Reuben and Beatrice (Edelman) Jacobson. His father worked in the garment district in Manhattan, and his mother was a homemaker.He is survived by his son, Seth; his daughter, Kathy Battat; and three grandchildren.Mr. Jacobson studied journalism at New York University and graduated in 1950. Two years later, his sister, Shirley, was dating someone who worked for Harvey Comics. He used the connection to get his foot in the door and eventually became the company’s editor in chief.“It was called Harvey Comics, but he pretty much ran the company,” Angelo DeCesare, a writer and artist who got his start at the company in 1978, said of Mr. Jacobson. “Everything flowed through him.”Mr. Jacobson was involved in the plots and writing of Richie Rich stories at the peak of the character’s popularity, when he appeared in several different books.“They came out with Richie Riches like they were printing money,” said Jonny Harvey, a grandson of Leon Harvey, whose twin brother, Alfred, founded the company. (Leon their older brother, Robert, became executives there.) He added: “They had to come up with so many gags about Richie involving money. Sid would work with the writers and go back and forth. It was pretty collaborative.” (Jonny Harvey is the director of “Ghost Empire,” a forthcoming documentary about Harvey Comics.)After Harvey Comics folded, Mr. Jacobson found work at Marvel, where he became the editor of Star Comics, an imprint for younger readers that began in 1984. Star produced a mix of licensed characters, like the Ewoks and Muppet Babies, and original series like Planet Terry, a space adventure about a boy trying to reunite with his parents, and Royal Roy, about a rich prince. But Harvey Comics felt that Royal Roy was too close in theme to Richie Rich and sued. (Royal Roy ended after six issues, and the lawsuit was dropped.)In addition to writing and editing comics, Mr. Jacobson wrote novels and songs. “Streets of Gold,” a fictionalized version of his family’s Russian-Jewish immigration story, was published in 1985; “Another Time,” a novel set during the Depression, was published in 1989. He also wrote “Pete Reiser: The Rough-and-Tumble Career of the Perfect Ballplayer” (2004), a biography of an often-injured major league outfielder of the 1940s and ’50s noted for playing with reckless abandon.Mr. Jacobson’s songwriting had a special place in his heart. “He was so proud of the hit that he had called ‘The End,’” Mr. DeCesare said. Mr. Jacobson once told him about being on a cruise ship when some passengers found out that he had written the lyrics to the song, which was released in 1958 as a single by Earl Grant.“They all treated him like royalty,” Mr. DeCesare said.Mr. Jacobson’s children said he had written about 100 published songs, mostly love songs but also some novelty tunes, including “Yen Yet” — which they fondly remembered hearing on the “Captain Kangaroo” TV show. Source

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Ink meets Richie. :D

Anywayyyy... It’s finally heccing dooooone- This took me so long to do. xd And I kinda sorta like how it turned out. uwuwu Even tho it’s kinda dumb xd Hope you guys like it too. 💖 Anyway it’s 3:30 am time for bed weeeeeee

#undertale #ink sans #error sans #undertale comic #inktale #error #ink #richie #human error #human ink #comic #bopyart #digitalart

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#undertale #sans #papyrus #comic #subway surfers #art #my art #kelvart #july #Richie

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i love this cast so much i can’t

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oathofoaksart · 3 years

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YOUNG JUSTICE/DC OC: MUNCH “YELLOW JACKET” MARTINEZ

bio under the cut!

BASICS

Name: Taylor Martinez

A.K.A: Yellow Jacket; Munch, Munchie, Jacket, YJ

Age: 16 [S2], 18 [S3]

Gender: Transgender Male

Orientation: Homoromantic Homosexual

Race: Metahuman

Ethnicity: Afro-Latinx, Black-Colombian

Location: Dakota City, Michigan

Hometown: Dakota City, Michigan

Skin: Dark Tan, warm undertones

Hair: Black

Eyes: Dark brown; glow fully yellow while actively using metagene

Height: 5’10

Build: Lean with sinewy muscles

Distinctions: Has a large collection of hoodies and jackets, specifically of shonen anime merch.

RELATIONS

Parents: Gloria Martinez and Jamal Winston, Danielle Seymore [step-mother]

Siblings: Tori Winston [younger half-sister]

Friends: Virgil “Static” Hawkins, Jacklyn “Ferro” Ericson @generalfandomsofthefreak, Raquel “Rocket” Irving, Eduardo “El Dorado” Dorado Jr., Jaime “Blue Beetle III” Reyes, Karen “Bumblebee” Beecher, Malcolm “Guardian III” Duncan, Asami “Sam” Koizumi, Tye Longshadow, Roy “Arsenal” Harper, Tatsuo “Irezumi” Sumioka [@Triskata], Bart “Kid Flash II” Allen, Gi “Riot/Geode” Flores [OC], Shizuka “Oni” Amachi [OC], Tim “Robin III” Drake, Forager “Fred Bugg”, Violet “Halo” Harper, Brion “Geoforce” Markov

Partner/s: Richie “Gear” Foley [ev.]

Misc.: Augustus “Icon” Freeman, Jefferson “Black Lightning” Pierce, Ivan “Ebon” Evans, See-More, the HIVE 5, the Meta-Breed gang, the Blood Syndicate

Affiliations: The Team, Taos Metateen Youth Center, The Titans [ev.], S.T.A.R Labs [formally]

PERSONALITY

Personality Type: ESTP-A [Assertive Entrepreneur]

Temperament: Choleric-Sanguine

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Passionate | Social | Upfront | Risk-prone | Defiant

Smart-mouthed, openly opinionated, and with an apparent lack of volume, Munch quickly cements himself as the class clown in any group. He enjoys living in the moment, a truly free spirit with an infectious energy. He is the textbook extrovert, finding himself to be bored out of his mind if not sharing with others, leading him to have quite the large group of friends and acquaintances. He’s notorious for poking fun at anything and anyone, but has no problem sincerely apologizing once he realizes he might have taken something too far.

As a hero, Munch takes after his namesake, the Yellow Jacket wasp. Quick, nimble, and particularly aggressive, Jacket revels in the comic book hero lifestyle of kicking butts and taking names. His energy blasts aren’t his only weapons, he has as much fun slinging insults and burns as he does physically taking someone down. He certainly enjoys the attention of being a hero in a celebrity sense, but Jacket sees his role as a chance to inspire others to fight the good fight in any capacity.

Hot-blooded as he is, Munch struggles with controlling his emotions. He can be easily frustrated, especially when things aren’t as straight-foward as he is, and blisteringly fierce when angered. It takes an ungodly amount of coaxing to get him to let go of past grudges due to his tendency of being bullheaded.

ABILITIES AND WEAKNESSES

Metahuman Biology: Metahumans by standard are more durable than humans. While not by much, Jacket exhibits increased strength, speed, reflexes and resilience.

Plasma Manipulation: Jacket’s metagene allows him to create, shape, and otherwise manipulate plasma matter

Plasma “Stingers”: By shooting short blasts of plasma energy, Yellow Jacket creates his signature “stingers,” the potency of said stingers can vary from shocks to explosions.

Variants include plasma beams and large spheres, but they currently require more concentration and stamina to use

He can also use his stingers to push him off surfaces as a kind of super-jump and can sustain limited flight mobility

Plasma Shields: Jacket can create small shields, enough to deflect low to medium powered attacks. Large shields require significant effort to shape and contain, once he’s made one, he’s stuck sustaining it.

Inventory

Flight Belt: Jacket can fly thanks to the inertia belt made by his mentor Icon, based off Rocket’s Inertia belt. Since it was not made of the same material as the original belt, it allows only for flight and a decent powered body aura.

Goggles: Jacket’s goggles feature different kinds of vision including: Telescopic, Microscopic, Infrared, and X-Ray

Weaknesses and Limitations

Energy Stamina: Jacket stands the risk of overexerting himself if he pushes his plasma control too far. The reason why he tends to stick with short blasts is because they take much less energy to conjure. Attacks such as beams, energy spheres, and large defensive shields can potentially wear him down to unconsciousness if the strain is too much.

High Metabolism: Similar to that of a speedster; Jacket’s plasma energy tears through his calorie reservoir. He needs a rather high end amount of food to sustain himself properly or else his energy suffers.

HISTORY

16-year-old Jamal Winston and Gloria Martinez figured trying to force their relationship made having to take care of their newborn far more painful than it had to be and called it quits. They continued co-parenting with both opting to drop-out of high school, Gloria a fulltime mother and Jamal picking up a fulltime job. Eventually the two managed to assuage any resentment towards each other and made steps toward genuine friendship, both turning out to be equally dedicated and loving parents.

Taylor, named Clara at the time, enjoyed school. Not so much the actual studying as the playtime and socializing, but he was a bright student. In middle school he discovered a love for track and kept at it when he entered high school. Taylor was doing well, but struggled with his self-esteem in connection with fitting in with girls. He’d always been masculine and known a tomboy for nearly all of his childhood. His parents never had a problem with that, but he was picked at by other family members. It wasn’t until high school where Taylor discovered himself as trans, which both gave him answers he’d been looking for and terrified him as he had no idea how to go about this with his family.

The topic of LGBTQ+ matters rarely passed through his household with his mother or with his father and step-mother. None of them openly expressed homo or transphobia, but Taylor had met enough extended family anti-LGBTQ+ and that stopped him from broaching the subject. Still he began looking into subtle ways to get a "head-start" on transitioning, including buying a binder and teaching himself natural voice changes.

But Taylor was publicly outed during a family get-together, when a few of his younger cousins rifled through his belongings and brought with them the attention of Taylor’s uncle. When the situation turned into an all out yelling match and nearly physical, Taylor ran off. It would be the last anyone would see him for the months to come.

While wandering around Dakota City, Taylor was abducted by the Reach and experimented on, the stress and torture he endured all the while activated his dormant metagene. He was eventually rescued by a team of young heroes while deep in the Western Pacific Reach mobile base, recognizing a past classmate, Virgil Hawkins. The two stuck close out of familiarity as they were eventually shifted over to S.T.A.R. Labs in Taos.

They spent a month or so under the eye of Dr. David Wilcox, building resentment over being treated as lab rats alongside Tye Longshadow, Eduardo Dorado Jr., Asami Koizumi, and Nathaniel Tyron. It was during this time that Taylor’s commonly used nickname of ‘Munch’ came about because of his extreme appetite due to his metagene and at that point Taylor hadn’t chosen his name yet. The group, sans Nathaniel, then came to agree their stay at S.T.A.R was over and escaped.

Their party was joined in by Jacklyn Ericson, unknown to them a hero known as Ferro and Team member, and were soon approached by Lex Luthor who offered them security in exchange for favors against the Reach. Little under two weeks later, the gang were fighting their way through the heart of the Warworld to rescue the captured heroes caught in stasis. Munch was on board with Nightwing’s invitation onto the Team, he’d always looked up to the Justice League and heroics called to him, but left with the others at seeing Arsenal’s dismissal despite him leading the rescue.

Munch wouldn’t involve himself with heroes until their group until the League reached out to Jacklyn; they needed as many hands on deck. The Reach had activated field disruptors around the world which would eventually tear Earth to shreds if not shut down; Munch was paired off with Rocket to shut down the disruptor in Chile. Munch couldn’t hide his joy at being paired with Rocket, he’d been a fan of hers ever since she started off in Dakota City as Icon’s protégé. The two got on well and Rocket extended another invitation onto the Team stating their hometown could do with another hero, this time Munch accepted.

He would take on the mantle Yellow Jacket and when Rocket’s former mentor Icon returned to Earth, was taken under his wing as a mentee. He and Virgil, who had also accepted the invitation onto the Team as Static, became the new generation of heroes in Dakota City.

Just in time too, as from the shadows rise a threat spreading across the city’s metayouth, the Metabreed.

NOTES

Munch does eventually make it back to his parents, who have been been running themselves ragged organizing search parties for him.

Because of his color scheme and insect motif, Jacket tends to be confused as Bumblebee’s protégé instead of Icon’s. Not that it’s cause for insult, but Karen and Munch note they wouldn’t make good partners.

Munch comes to find out of another super in the family, although not of the heroic kind. His step-cousin is member of the H.I.V.E 5, See-More.

He enjoys various shonen anime, occasionally reading the manga if he likes the anime enough, his favorite being the Dragon Ball franchise. He makes a nod towards this during the escape at S.T.A.R when Virgil asked him if he could blast open the door. When Munch’s first few blasts don’t cut it, he tries a larger beam in the only way he knows how, via Kamehameha.

Yellow Jacket has become very active on social media and has a notable following, much to Icon’s annoyance.

Munch has recently taken up being a peer counselor at S.T.A.R Taos alongside Ed Jr.

#young justice oc #Young Justice OCs #dc oc #gar's oc #gar's art #oathofoaks #he STING #meet the ocs #munch martinez

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postpunkpontypandyphantomthief · 3 years

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The FictionKin List

(first a note I found from a carrd describing the terminology:)

Core: Some people use this term some people don’t, it’s basically like the strongest level you can kin a character. It’s taking THAT’S ME to another level. (It is stronger than a selfhood)

Selfhood: ‘A character I relate to very strongly, and relate to at almost all times. It’s basically like watching a show/etc and seeing a character and thinking That’s me!’

ID’s: ‘I relate to this character very strongly, but sometimes I feel a little less connected to them depending on my mood/etc’

Reverse ID’s: An ID but only when you are in some sort of shift (you relate to this character very strongly but ONLY when you are in a shift/mood change, when you aren’t you feel little to no amount of relation to this character. Example: feeling incredibly confident therefore relating to characters that are more confident)

Minor Kins: Characters you relate to some what/a little but not enough to be an ID.

Reverse Minor Kins: Characters you relate to some what/a little but only when in some sort of shift. When you aren’t in a shift you relate to this character 0%.

Core:

Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)

Buttercup (Powerpuff Girls)

Blossom (Powerpuff Girls)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Misaki Ayuzawa (Kaichou wa maid sama!)

Hideyoshi Kinoshita (Baka and Test)

Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon)

James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Barbie (Barbie)

Cloe (Bratz)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Fleabag (Fleabag)

Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran)

Jaq (Cinderella)

Richie (Bottom)

Rick (The Young Ones)

Smithers (The Simpsons)

Selfhood:

Erin (Derry Girls)

Neil (The Young Ones)

Roy (IT Crowd)

Edward Catflap (Filthy,Rich and Catflap)

Jem (Jem and the holograms)

Mickey Mouse (Disney)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Spongebob (Spongebob)

Super Mario (Nintendo)

James (Pokemon)

George (Black Adder)

Haruka Kotoura (Kotoura-san)

Homer Simpson (The Simpsons)

Haruhi Suzumiya (Haruhi Suzumiya)

Misato Katsuragi (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Furude Rika (Higurashi)

Lucy (Elfen Lied)

Hibari Oozora (Stop!! Hibari Kun)

Ranma Saotome (Ranma ½)

Richmond Avenal (IT Crowd)

Vince Noir (The Mighty Boosh)

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

ID’s:

Rimmer (Red Dwarf)

Tweety Bird (Looney Tunes)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Kirby (Nintendo)

Moka Akashiya (Rosario X Vampire)

Patsy Stone (Abfab)

Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Vyvyan Basterd (The Young Ones)

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Reverse ID’s:

Dennis Pennis (The Sunday Show)

Eddie Monsoon (Abfab)

Richie Rich (Filthy,Rich and Catflap)

Alan B’stard (The New Statesman)

Tomoko Kuroki (Watamote)

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

Daria (Daria)

Lum Invader (Urusei Yatsura)

Harley Quinn (DC Comics)

Minor Kins:

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic)

Mike the cool person (The Young Ones)

Reverse Minor Kins:

Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho)

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5, 14, 15, 21, 28, 34, 48, 52, 64, 70, 84, 93

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? i don't really drink a lot of soda, lol, but i basically don't mind one way or another when it comes to other beverages.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? either sour patch kids or cherry twizzlers (the kind you peel)

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? idk if it counts bc it's a play and i also read it in college and i assume this ask means high school or earlier but rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead. very good no one else in my class liked it but ig everyone at my school just has terrible taste then. funnily enough i couldn't stand a single actual shakespeare play i had to read oof.

21. obsession from childhood? in what category and from what age. okay actually look at every interest i have now, and remove the ones that came out after 2014. that. that's my childhood obsession. like, furbys. webkinz. teen titans. scooby doo. monsters. stuffed animals. i used to film like. everything on a shitty little camcorder and then edit like. Vlogs. back when i was eight ahah.

28. five songs to describe you? *opens up my richie tozier playlist* okay gimme a sec okay but actually i've thought about this so here's a much longer answer then you want: a) i know like. intellectually that soft fuzzy man by lemon demon is a satire about like. bRoOdInG men who are actually just assholes but the description of the titular 'soft fuzzy man' is. in fact. my gender. i'm a trick of the light to love you tonight. b) idk if the next few describe me or like really specific moments of my life but as much as it slaps if you're too shy (let me know) by the 1975 is a song that low key gives me actual anxiety bc. been there. that second verse socked me in the face and stole all my money. c) not to be an ~indie sad girl~ on main but townie by mitski okay that's all. another song where the second verse and just the second verse came for my throat and left no survivors. d) i'm going to be white and a tiktok user again but prom dress by mxmtoon is another one that's like. okay besties who wanted to die after prom gang rise up? e) there's something happening by jack stauber is also gender.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? not an accurate answer to the question bc i don't perceive advertisements but just remembered when i read this that one commercial from when i was a kid for geico w the money w eyes. that's it i'm gonna have somebody's watching me stuck in my head now that's for sure.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? a raspberry or cherry. something small red and tart.

52. favorite font? roboto or courier/courier new! very basic ik but i literally used roboto in like. every typography project i had to do in college. also an unironic comic sans fan fight me but it's not my favorite i just wanted to publicly humiliate myself. look it's cute it's just overused and misused.

64. favorite website from your childhood? well webkinz obvs but also! the g3 mlp site had some baller games i think about all the time. also a site i can't remember the name of but it was like a fashion game where you designed all the clothes but they were like. photos of real clothes that you put stamps on and then you could create a boutique to show them off and buy/sell clothes from other boutiques. every boutique had a logo that you designed yourself and mine was a little devil skull w a crown and i was so proud of that. there were other makeover mini games but it shut down when i was in middle school and i cried over it.

70. left or right handed? exclusively right handed my left hand is tragically inept. my mom's left handed tho but you didn't ask that.

84. podcasts or talk radio? neither i've never listened to a podcast or the radio in my life. i watched the sweet boys podcast for a while but got bored of it but i physically can't pay attention to audio w/o visuals. i've considered listening to jack and erin's podcast just bc i love them but i think it might also kill me.

93. nicknames? no i hate them. when i was in high school my friends and i had this elaborate inside joke where we all had code names but they were like our alter egos and sometimes one of my friends would call me by my code name like randomly in conversation and it made me want to strangle her every time. fuck nicknames all my homies hate nicknames.

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Well I’ve Never Been to Heaven (But I’ve Been to Oklahoma) pt 17

I know it’s been a terribly long time since I last updated - to be frank, the last couple of weeks have been almost too full to bear. Wife and I foster dogs through a local shelter, and our most recent was a hospice foster whom we had for the last 6 months (aka all of quarantine and beyond). He finally declined to the point that we had to make the call, and we said goodbye to him last weekend and honestly? I’ve been too sad to do much writing or thinking about writing, because this loss, even though it was an expected one, has left a massive hole in my heart. Unrelated, but I am now in the remote wilderness of Colorado in a cabin for Wife’s 30th birthday - essentially sheltering in place, but with a hot tub and mountain views. It finally feels a little easier to breathe and the getaway has done me a lot of good. Here’s an extra-long update of Tulsa fic for an extra-long wait. I hope you all are taking care of yourselves out there and giving yourself breaks where you can. Catch up on past entries here, and come say hi and tell me about the pets that you’ve loved.

***

When Richard opens his eyes on Saturday morning with his face smushed against his pillow he suffers a dizzying moment of time travel - he’s in his childhood bedroom wearing one of his old high school t-shirts and seeing his Ninja Turtle sleeping bags rolled up on the floor. But there’s no Big Head playing N64 at the foot of his bed, and his sheets smell like detergent and some familiar floral scent he can’t quite place, not spilled Red Bull and teen boy sweat.

He flops over onto his back and closes his eyes for a moment, breathes deeply through his nose. Hears his sister’s voice, teasing but not mean: mooning over someone, that’s what he looks like. His mother’s voice. He’s a million miles away, like always. Jared’s voice, hushed in the dark. All I wanted was to find a place that I belonged, where I was wanted. Isn’t that what Richard always wanted too? Jesus, how many nights did he spend in this room, in this bed counting down the days until he could finally fucking escape, trying with all his might to think himself away from this place. “Creation is an act of sheer will,” after all.

And what did you create, Richie?

You made a shitty music player that no one fucking wanted, and you gave away your one good idea to your competition. What does that leave you with - a great company name? Shit, if Jared hadn't seen the potential of the algorithm, you wouldn't even have a company. Jared sparked the idea for middle-out. Without him, you wouldn't have middle-out, you wouldn't be a CEO. You wouldn't have anything at all.

Maybe Jared knows what he's talking about.

***

Diane’s already awake, a coffee cup cradled in her hands at the kitchen table, when Jared carefully and quietly emerges from Richard’s bedroom and shuts the door.

“Mornin’ sugar,” she whispers and gestures for Jared to sit next to her, which he does. "I didn't expect anyone to be awake yet on a Saturday. You must be an early riser, like me. Here, sit you a spell, lemme grab you some coffee. Did you sleep well?” she asks, as she gets up to fetch him a mug of his own. This force of Diane's maternal energy continues to catch him off guard, and he reaches for an answer like a man in an unfamiliar hotel room groping for the light.

“Oh yes, they were all nightmares I’ve had before so I knew my escape routes. I feel fresh as a daisy!”

“Mm, that’s good,” she replies, sounding far away as she rummages through a cabinet and pulls out a mug, then pads over to the coffee pot to fill it. “You take cream and sugar, sweetheart?”

“Black is fine,” Jared says, and gratefully accepts the cup she offers him. It says HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY in comic sans font surrounding a faded photo of the entire Hendricks family, sometime in the mid-90s from the look of the boldly patterned oversize knit sweater on Steven and the perms sported by both Diane and Caitlyn. They’re standing in a verdant field in front of a split rail fence, Steven and Diane in the back, Caitlyn and Richard in front; Richard is a skinny, coltish boy, those auburn curls still a riot around his head, his father’s hand clapped firm over his left shoulder.

“Somethin’ wrong, sugar?” Diane asks him, and Jared startles from his reverie. He shakes his head, quickly takes a sip, “Mm, no. This is good, thank you, Diane.” He tries very hard not to think about his strange, alien presence in the warmth of this woman’s home, with her powder blue terrycloth robe and her commissioned family mugs. They sit in silence for a moment, listening to the birds chirping outside the kitchen window.

“Jared, honey, can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course,” Jared says, caught off guard. His fingers play with the collar of his plain white t-shirt.

“Richard has always been...sensitive. He acts standoffish, but he - he takes things hard, you know? I thought he might grow out of it. He was such a sweet little boy...used to pick dandelions for me on the way home from school, almost every day. Can you believe that?”

Jared looks at the unabashed grin on 9-year-old Richard’s face, standing in a field and squinting into the sun, laughing with his family. He can believe it. “Yes,” he says, but Diane doesn’t seem to really hear him as she continues.

“But you know, high school and hormones, and my lord did that boy get moody!” She laughs a little, but it sounds sad. “I just...ever since he went off to college, I feel him slippin’ further and further away from me. Does he - well, what does he say about us, exactly? Does he ever talk about us?”

Jared’s expression must reveal more than he intended, because she nods before he can speak. “Ah. That’s what I thought.”

“But it’s not,” Jared hurries to reassure her, “I don’t think it is what you think. Richard doesn’t talk about his past really, or anything altogether personal.” Except this weekend, his mind whispers and he tries not to flush. He’s full of stories this weekend. And those long nights in the garage, in the bathtub, in bathrooms of VC offices; all those fears, all those anxieties. It feels so terribly personal, but listen to what his own mother is telling you and give up all those fantasies that it could be anything else - it’s just business, Donald. He rushes on, “You have to understand, Diane, the tremendous pressure he’s under. There’s not really time or, or room for - “ but he falters, unsure how to proceed when he doesn’t really believe what he’s saying.

“Oh I know, he’s busy, always so busy. Off being a big shot CEO, I get it. I just wish...” she shakes her head, looks down into her coffee mug.

“I know you must miss him terribly,” Jared says, grimly picturing the ragged hole in his chest that would remain if Richard ever left him behind.

“Sometimes I wonder if...does he hate me, Jared? Is that why he won’t come home?”

“Oh gosh in heaven, no!” Heedless of houseguest decorum, he places one of his hands over her smaller one on the table and squeezes in an attempt to comfort her. Her only crime is loving Richard too much, an infraction he is all too familiar with. He can’t help but offer her a balm to soothe, even if it’s not his place. “He misses you, and he loves you. I think...I think Richard is someone who tends to live inside himself a great deal, and doesn’t always pay attention to the effect he can have on other people.” Jared can feel his ears pinking, but he soldiers on. “He’s like a shark, always moving forward, never pausing to rest because he has to attack the next problem and the next. And while that means he can stay focused on creating wonderful things, it also means he doesn’t always notice the little remoras swimming around him, taking care of him so that he can keep on swimming and avoid deadly parasitic infections.”

Diane looks at Jared, her face drawn and tight, an expression so like her son’s face when he’s working out a problem. Her eyes search his, and for a moment, Jared has the terrible urge to shrink before her, a child under scrutiny. “And is there someone,” her voice falters, “takin’ care of him?”

He’s caught, his heart thrumming like a rabbit’s in a snare, but he’s helpless against those wild blue eyes, and he nods.

“And is he happy?” She has turned her hand so that her fingers are now clutching at Jared’s, feverish. A woman holding onto a lifeline.

Jared wants to say yes, wants to say it’s terrifying and exhausting and every day is an uphill climb but we are building something magical together and he wants to say I am doing everything I can to make him happy because he said no to Gavin’s money and I didn’t know people could do that. What he actually says is, “I - I want him to be.”

She searches his face, her expression unreadable, then releases Jared’s hand immediately as Caitlyn pads down the hallway in an oversized OKC Thunder t-shirt and plaid sleep pants, yawning loudly. “Hey, mama, did you make coffee?”

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