#thanks for reading all that I love Alejandra and she deserves the world

[dongpound]

i demand to know more of your oc's (also im trying to catch up on your space au fic its been so long since i last read it)

OH MY GOD IT DIDNT GET EATEN BY TUMBLR

Anon™️ I’m using your ask as like a sticky note of oc ideas specifically Tundra dude there’s SO much I’m so sorry I got into the hyper focus zone

Tundra’s name is actually Alejandra Citlali Osorio-Cruz and through the series she’s just about to turn 16 in season 1 and roughly 19-20 by Season 5 (give or take how the fuck you think time works in 2012 bc I think it takes place over 3-4 years season 5 included)

Tundra came about as a nickname when she was a kid and got super hyper-fixated on professional wrestling and like. She made an entire persona and lore. Alec started using her wrestling name as a silly nickname and it stuck.

Yes I did come up with a stupid cute reason behind the name Tundra bc I can not handle the fact I chose such a BAD oc name for a LION but like I can’t change it NOW!! I MADE HER IN LIKE 2015 SHES TOO OLD TO CHANGE IT

Xever did just think for the longest time Tundra WAS her name. He also just assumed that Alec and Chris adopted a child for fun.

Her bio parents Ixchel and Alejandro were really good friends of Alec and Chris for like. Well over a decade. Ixchel and Alec especially. Ixchel was an actress (like I would say their worlds equivalent of Selma Hayek) and Alejandro worked in music production.

They didn’t have a ton of family they kept in contact with, so Alec and Chris were named Alejandra’s legal guardians if anything happened to them. They sadly died in a plane crash when Tundra was around 1.

This feels like SOOOO edgy and silly to me now but like I literally can’t see Alec and Chris adopting a kid any other way than the guilt of losing their friends pushing them to do it. WHICH SOUNDS BAD. AND LIKE IT IS. However they still love and raise Alejandra as their own, if anything Chris is like. Somewhat distant bc he still has his career but Alec’s like “fuck yeah I get to raise a kid again” and kinda slips from the spotlight. Which is fine by them , they’re like 600 years old they can just have messy fun in the public eye another time

Tundra goes fucking THROUGH IT emotionally through the series. Like goes from would do anything for Chris and Alec (especially Chris who. Again. Was distant and she desperately wanted his approval) to the point where like. She’s yknow. Mutated, to growing resentful of them when Hachi enters the picture (especially when she has to take care of him) to like. Low key betraying the foot and joining the mutanimals in season 3. And then having to deal w Chris being resurrected temporarily in season 5 after a really chill and happy 2 years with her mom and little brother like it’s a LOT.

In season 1 she’s very much a “mean girl” stereotype and slowly evolves into Cool And Gay (but still a little better than you)(she. She gets that from her upbringing.)

Tundra and Karai are seen as like a duo/bffs up until season 2 after the whole “I’m not shredders daughter” thing happens. They grow distant (obviously) until season 4.

So like Alec and Chris are NOT the best parents and like. They did totally just let Tundra take Hachi to live w her and the Mutanimals in season 4. She’d already been in space w him for 6 months and the poor kid really didn’t want to go live in the woods. I have such a specific scene in mind for this and I want to write it out so bad. Anyway tundra basically becomes a teen mom for a little bit. Eldest daughters am I right? *plays class of 2013 by mitski*

Tundra has a modified mini van which she does haul all of her friends who can fit in. Apologies to leatherhead and slash . No she doesn’t have a license

She also has a bike. These two vehicles she did canonically find on the side of the highway and she convinced Donnie and Casey to help her fix them

Tundras in a punk (? Maybe more Pop punk ) band called The Muties (my other characters Jack and Spinstra are in it. also Mondo. Sometimes Raph fills in on drums if Spinstra can’t make it). Tundra and Jack switch off on vocals, she’s usually on bass. They started up in the down time between seasons 4 and 5. They play in Moira’s Menagerie (a mutants only bar and hall) every week on Fridays. Alec comes to nearly all of their shows and also they bring Hachi sometimes when they practice and he’ll play his DS.

Alec will also force their friends (I.e. Apep, Anton, Ivan and Xever) to come watch Tundra w the promise of drinks and she thinks it’s embarrassing every fucking time bc they’re SO LOUD and OBVIOUS and god she could just DIE (but also. Having the support makes her happy)

Alec WILL slam back 3 tequila shots and go on about how talented their daughter is.

Chris got to see her play once. And it was when he was resurrected. And Tundra, frankly, was not thrilled. Another one I wanna write

#thanks for reading all that I love Alejandra and she deserves the world #oc tag #I’m a little embarrassed by how much I wrote but I’ve been in a big tundra mood lately

[thatfizzyyyy]

11/11/11 Tag

I was tagged by @haleyswrites, thanks :)

Rules: Answer 11 questions, ask 11 questions and tag 11 people to answer them

1. Do you listen to music while writing?

Yes. I see a lot of people say they can’t but I listen to pretty much anything I want :^)

2. What’s your favorite ship from your own WIP?

I don’t...have one?

3. If you outline, is mood boards and playlists a part of that?

No. I have tried both but they are just so much work... especially playlists. 

4. If you could swap lives with anyone from your WIP, would you?

I’d probably swap lives with Marvin because he gets to travel a lot (and in a fantasy world,, on top of that).

5. Do you have a writing schedule that you stick to?

oh sis.

6. What’s your favorite part about your WIP?

i love the characters!! even if i don’t do them justice on the page, i really love them. holly’s like, lowkey self insert so vibes,,, alejandra is that bitch but she’s also soft!!1!!!1!1! and sabian is my emo son. and hawthorne is my big dumb idiot boy. faith is so sweet and a free thinker. kusao’s just like,,, chaotic neutral if that makes sense??? but he has a soft spot for the kids i just agsjkadh and then nyles??? pure. trying his best. too kind. nobody deserves him. and geels. honestly geels is a little bitch but i still stan. citrus!!! my baby,,,, so trusting and loving of others despite everything--- i cry!! and marvin isnt my son, hes my crush and a not-so-humble traveller but i still love him he’s also pretty chaotic neutral (or probably true neutral)

and then theres the antagonists gosh my heart is gonna explode i love them too but this paragraph is too long already

7. What’s the theme?

Not sure really, but there’s some “seeking validation of others” and “people aren’t who they appear to be.” 

8. What comes first in the writing process for you?

If you mean the first thing I think of, then it’s the premise. It can come from literally anything-- even tumblr posts have given me inspiration. But in terms of writing, first I try to get my ideas down on notecards. By then I have a decent idea of what the story is to start writing it.

9. Favorite and least favorite character?

Only one?? I’ll pick from different forms of media then. I like Five Hargreeves (umbrella academy), Yaomomo (oh gosh and todoroki and shinsou) (my hero academia), Kasin Em Demisleed (trump), Lapis Lazuli (steven universe), Baz Pitch (carry on), uh,,, Lana Arwen Lazar (gone),,,, i’m so sorry to all my other children skksks

Least favorites are Cinder (rwby), Brianna aka the breeze (gone), luther (umbrella academy),,, my gosh am i drawing blanks,,,, reino (is that his name??? from skip beat) 

10. What do you do to overcome writer’s block?

nothing. i make outlines of the scene, write my thoughts in bullet form, you know. so it’s easier to flow back into the mood.

11. What inspired you to write?

bomb ass books. honestly. after i read harry potter, i was like, bro,,,, what. i was so shook it was the first book to do that to me and i read a lot as a kid. there was a pattern when i was younger. after i read a book i liked, i’d try to write my own book (obvi not getting very far) and it’d be suspiciously like the book i just read,,,,,

Whew. My 11 Questions (or yours, rather)

1. Sum up one of your characters with a quote or with a song.

2. How long have you been working on your WIP(s)?

3. Have you / do you write anything other than books? (assuming you write books in the first place, haha)

4. Has anyone in your life inspired you to write?

5. Do you take inspiration from things you’ve experienced?

6. How long have you been on writeblr?

7. What’s one thing you need to improve on in your writing?

8. Do you want to traditionally publish or self publish?

9. What kind of characters do you like the most?

10. Do you have a piece of writing you wish your younger self didn’t write? If so, please elaborate

11. Where did you get the idea for your current WIP(s)?

I tag: @unwriter-sc @atbwrites @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz @dreamingofstarslight @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @thewizardbee @akingsleywriter @linguisticfishstick @minny-king @i-rove-rock-n-roll @distance-does-not-matter and anyone else who’d like to do this!

#11 11 11 tag #writeblr #writeblr tag game #writing #writers on tumblr #writers #tag game #this took a long time.

[uchihashisuii]

This is nothing but a character study for my V, focusing on her religious roots and crisis of faith it’s very self-indulgent and I pulled from my own experiences, being raised Catholic. lemme know what you think if you give it a read!

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The church is void of life, candles flickering in the gloam of night. The neons from the street outside cast light through the stained glass window above the pulpit, making coloured shadows dance on the walls. It's impossibly quiet, here in this old building of wood and stone in the middle of Heywood. Padre had asked the sisters to retire early, offering V the opportunity to grieve and reflect in peace.

Religion had been embedded in her life and her blood from the moment she first drew breath. She learned to read with the pages of the Bible, played with her childhood friends at Sunday mass, listened to the stories of the saints, becoming enchanted with lessons of love and devotion. She would gladly pin her hair and don her mantilla for church, her abuela's bible clutched to her breast. A naive child, perhaps; obsessed with the idea that no matter how cruel the world, there would always be love to be found.

Even as her faith was rocked to its core when a stray bullet found her mother's heart, she held firm to the belief that there was still good, still love, in such a heartless world. She had to, else she would crumble.

It had been far too long since she'd come here to pray, V thinks to herself as she sits in the pew, the old wood creaking beneath her weight. It's been a staple of her life, this old church; every Sunday spent here for the first 14 years of her life, coming back at least once a month as an adult to light a candle for those whose lives she had cut short.

When she steps through the threshold of the church she is no longer V, the loud and laughing merc with a mouth. She once again slips into Marina Alejandra Mendoza Velum, the soft and gentle little girl with her head down and rosary clasped in gloved fingers. The different versions of her coexist peacefully within the confines of her being, a balance that somehow exists within the conundrum of who she is. She is brazen and demure, she is coldblooded and warmhearted. She understands that killing is necessary in a life such as hers, and each day she comes home still breathing she is thankful to Christ for His assistance in the gruesome work she reaps. The blood she washes from her hands will never be cleansed, and yet still she asks God every night to forgive her her sins, and prays she is deserving of it.

It is a heady thing, returning to the place she holds dear to her heart, just as her entire life is shifting on its axis. She doesn't know who she is, anymore. Everything is completely fucking tilted and V finds herself laughing into the silence as she kneels down, eyes slipping shut and head bowed low.

"En el nombre del Padre," she crosses herself with a loose fist, bringing the side of her hand to her forehead, "y del Hijo," hand to the left of her breast, "y del Espíritu Santo," and the right. "Amen." V kisses her hand just as the first tears slip down her face. She sniffs loudly, shaking her head as she clasps her hands together and holds them above her bowed head.

"Jackie's gone. I have a rockstar-turned-terrorist in my head, which is going to kill me." She laughs, breathless at the absurdity of it all. It helps her to pray aloud, to imagine it as a private conversation. If she's being perfectly honest -which she tries her best to do, especially when in a house of God- what she really needs is to get all of this shit out, voice it and get it off her chest. Maybe then she'll be able to wash her best friend's blood off her hands, maybe then she'll be able to stand up tall without staggering under the sheer weight of what has been heaped upon her.

Her sob echos through the empty church, vaulted ceiling throwing her sorrow back at her. Her nails dig into her hands with how strongly she clasps them, whole body quivering as she struggles to stay upright.

"You took my mother, you took my friends. You took Jackie. You took so many people I love, and I -" V lifts her head, eyes opening to gaze at the crucified Jesus above the altar. He looks down on her with a blank expression, and she tilts her head right back down, placing her forehead on top of the pew ahead of her.

Perhaps if it was His mother up there instead she would have found more solace. The shared grief between women who love deeper than the oceans, who were powerless and cursed to do nothing as they watched he who she loved the most lose life.

V slams a fist against the pew, hard enough her knuckles split open. She screams into the night, the church echoing it back at her cruelly. God does not answer.

#cyberpunk 2077 #jules writes #marina velum