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shakespeareanwannabe · 4 years

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Best Laid Plans

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!OC

Summary: A sequel to ‘Protective Instincts’. The last 7 and a half months have been a whirlwind, and part of Pope still can’t fathom the idea of being a father. But now that his kid is here? All bets are off. *Still based off of the wonderful headcanons by @darksideofclarke*

Warnings: Pregnancy fic (so, again, if you aren’t vibing with it, don’t read it), swearing, references to birth (it’s nothing graphic, just mentions of water breaking, contractions, and epidurals), references to breastfeeding

A/N: Hi everyone! I was blown away by the response to ‘Protective Instincts’, so I wrote a sequel that’s based off of part of one of clarke’s headcanons. This was so fun to write, and I’m really wanting to write more about Bex and Pope, and Pope and Frankie, and the baby, so I’m hoping you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first one! If you want to be added to the tags, please let me know. I just used the tags list from ‘Protective Instincts’ for this one.

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Pope was a planner. Not as good as Tom, mind you, but he could plan an operation with the best of them. That was, after all, how he had convinced his closest friends to help him take down one of Colombia’s biggest and most dangerous narcos.

“Just look at my work on it.”

That was the phrase he used on all of them, but he had been banking on their loyalties as well. He had known going in that Benny would only need him. He had figured that a tiny twist of Catfish’s arm and Pope’s record of getting into deep shit when Frankie wasn’t around to stop him would be enough to encourage Catfish to join them. Will had needed Tom, Tom had needed Pope’s workup of the mission. Planning. Having a rough idea in your head of how people will react was a big part of planning an op and putting together a team.

Bex’s birth plan was viewed in the exact same light. He hadn’t been lying to her when he told her that whatever she wanted to do, they were going to do. If she had demanded that she give birth while standing on her head, Pope would have found a way to make that happen, doctors be damned. So, Pope made sure that her birth plan was as detailed as any highly classified military operation.

That document became like a Bible to Pope. He sat with Bex as she painstakingly went through every single option, checking off certain boxes and rolling her eyes at others.

“I swear to God, babe. If they try to show me the birth through a mirror, I might kick a nurse in the face,” she had laughed. Pope had laughed as well, knowing his sweet tempered girl would never do such a thing but also knowing that, when the time came, if someone tried to bring a mirror into the room when his girl hadn’t requested it, he would be raising hell on her behalf.

Of course, he knew that things never ran as smoothly as you planned. Colombia had been proof enough of that, but he held tight to the birth plan, taking comfort in the knowledge that, by knowing what it was Bex wanted, he would be able to do some small part in assisting her through her labor and delivery. Of course, he would stay in the room with her (just him and the medical staff, no friends or family would even know about the labor until at least 4 hours after the kid arrived) and let her squeeze his hand and yell at him if she needed to, but Pope was a man of action. He faced situations head on, guns blazing. This...this was one situation where he would be almost helpless, watching as his girl fought to bring their kid into the world.

The birth plan was his tether. Bex had outlined every single thing she wanted to happen before, during, and after the birth.

“Of course, if things go south, you tell them to fuck the plan and do whatever they need to do,” she had reiterated several times over the course of building and rebuilding their plan. And when Bex’s water broke at 1 p.m. that cold November afternoon, Pope knew within the span of her first contraction that he would indeed tell the medical staff to fuck the plan if there was even the slightest notion of something being wrong. He was not losing his girl or their baby due to his stubbornness in sticking to a plan.

Luckily, it went as smooth as it possibly could have gone. Nobody brought any mirrors into the room. She had been able to walk laps up and down the hallway to help herself along. Bex had caved around midnight and begged for an epidural, which Pope had been quick to sooth her about.

“Baby, you’ve been at this for almost 12 hours,” he had whispered into her sweaty hair, wiping a cool rag over her forehead as she squeezed his hand and tearfully whispered that she wanted the injection. “You’ve done everything you can naturally. The laps and the breathing and the exercises…Baby, I know Marines who would have given up and asked for pain meds hours ago,” he had laughed. “You’re fucking Wonder Woman, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He smiled and kissed her forehead as she gifted him with a tired but grateful smile. “Our kiddo is just being a little stubborn right now, okay?”

“T…takes after their daddy,” she chuckled breathily.

“God help us,” he laughed, pressing another kiss to her forehead as she winced, another contraction overtaking her body. Pope hit the Help button by her bed and waited for the nurse to come so they could inform her of the change in their plan.

Finally, at three o’clock in the morning, Liliana Esperanza Garcia was placed onto her mother’s chest with an angry cry. Pope stayed right by Rebecca’s side the entire time, having no interest in cutting the umbilical cord and the idea of catching his daughter as she was born was more than a little terrifying to the seasoned veteran, so he remained at his post at Bex’s bedside and cried alongside his two girls.

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Watching the sunrise through their hospital room window, Pope sat with his little girl pressed against his bare chest and thanked god that they had decided on a hospital that allowed fathers to do skin to skin contact with their kids while still at the hospital. He reveled in the feel of her tiny cheek pressed against his chest, right over his heart. The feel of her heartbeat hammering against his skin was addicting and soothing at the same time. He had never known peace like this.

Frankie had been right. Of course he had been, he nearly always was. Holding Lily in his arms somehow made up for Afghanistan, Iraq, Colombia, and every other fuck up in his life. This little thing in his arms that couldn’t function on her own, that wouldn’t be able to for a long time, had already done so much good. It would be months before she could even hold her own head up, but, somehow, she had managed to erase all the red in his ledger, simply by breathing.

Of course, her mother helped. Pope looked over at Bex, asleep in the hospital bed beside him. His warrior queen. She had given him this gift, put her body through unimaginable change and pain for their little family, and she had done it with a smile on her face (most of the time). He would never deserve her, but he was so damn glad that she somehow saw the best in him, that she chose him on a daily basis.

“Remember when I said we have to be good to Mamá?” he whispered, brushing his lips gently over Lily’s dark downy baby hair. “She worked so hard to bring you here. We’re always gonna owe her, mija.”

“Knock, knock,” a soft voice called from the sliding glass door of their private room. Pope looked up and smiled, laughing softly at the sight in front of him.

Benny was weighed down by what looked like seven or eight large stuffed animals, an “It’s a Girl” balloon flying over his head. Will stood next to him, a look of fond exasperation on his face as the balloon gently bonked him on the head, and a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. Frankie, the one who had knocked, was slightly in front of them both, a kind smile pulling at his lips as he took in the small family in front of him.

“Hey fellas,” he whispered, carefully pulling himself to his feet with one hand and nodding to them to come in, eyes never leaving his daughter. “This is Lily.”

“She’s beautiful, man,” Benny whispered, his eyes growing shiny.

“Congratulations, Pope,” Will echoed, gently clasping Pope’s shoulder.

“How’s Momma doing?” Frankie whispered, maneuvering himself to stand just over Pope’s right shoulder so he would have a good view of the sleeping baby girl.

“She’s a warrior, man,” Pope peered over his shoulder at his sleeping girlfriend, and every single one of the hardened soldiers could see the love and awe in their Lieutenant’s eyes. “Fuck, I don’t know how she did it.”

Frankie choked back a laugh. “You’re gonna want to watch that language now, Papá. Little ears and all that.”

“The swear jar will end up paying for her college tuition,” Benny jabbed, jostling with his armload when Will gave him a smack.

“Benny, you can put those on the table over there, man,” Pope told him. “Just be careful not to wake Bex.”

“Too late…” a soft warm voice announced, making Pope’s heart flutter.

“Hey baby,” he sighed happily, turning back and slowly walking over to sit on the edge of her bed. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not long enough,” she laughed as she held her arms out. Pope gently deposited their daughter in her mother’s safe embrace before shaking out his hands. He’d carried loads ten times her size, but something about the position made his wrists ache. “Hey princess,” she cooed, running a soft finger over their daughter’s chubby cheek. “How long was I out?”

“Just over an hour,” he smiled as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before moving to the recliner to put his shirt back on. “Look who’s here.”

“Hey guys,” she smiled tiredly at them. “Forgive me for not getting up to hug you but…” she shrugged as she nodded down at the baby in her arms.

“Congratulations, Momma,” Frankie smiled as he swooped in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Charlie figured you wouldn’t want to eat a crappy hospital breakfast, so…” he held up the cooler in his hands. “We made a little feast for you, if you’re up for it.”

Rebecca groaned. “Oh my god, tell me your waffles are in there.” At Frankie’s nod, she groaned again. “Ugh, I am so up for it, Frankie. Thank you! Just, uh…” she trailed off as she looked down at her hospital gown clad body. “I think I want to take a shower first if that’s okay?”

Pope swooped in to relieve her of Lily and Frankie helped her stand up.

“You need me? Or do you want me to call a nurse?” Pope asked.

“You stay here with Lily and the guys,” she decided. “I think I can handle it on my own but keep an ear out?” Pope nodded and she smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. “Will, could you pass me my—” Will already had her bag extended to her. She laughed. “Thanks.”

“Milady,” Benny extended an elbow to her and helped her shuffle across the floor to the ensuite bathroom.

She winked as she began to pull the door closed. “See you guys in an hour,” she joked.

“Take your time, baby,” Pope called, quickly adjusting to softly shush Lily as she whimpered.

“Can’t believe you’re a dad now, man,” Benny laughed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Out of all of us, I never would’ve had you down as a family man. I mean, c’mon. The guy who slept with every informant he had now has a daughter? Karma’s gonna bite you on the ass, dude.”

Inwardly, Pope rolled his eyes. Sometimes it was easy to forget how much younger Benny was compared to the rest of them. He hadn’t been anxious to settle down when he was Ben’s age either, but now? He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without waking up every morning next to Rebecca’s smiling face. And Lily? She was less than six hours hold, and she already had Santiago wrapped around her little finger.

“Things change, Benny,” Will calmly informed his little brother. “Now, what do you say we go get some drinks for everyone? See if we can scrounge up some actual coffee in this place?” Ben shrugged but nodded as Will approached the bathroom door and lightly tapped on it. “Hey Becca? We’re going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?”

“An orange juice would be great, thanks Will!” she called back before the sound of the shower turning on pervaded the room.

As Will guided Benny out of the room, he turned back and shot a wink at Pope, causing him to laugh. They all knew that Ben was a lot to handle, and Will had gotten good over the years at judging when one of his friends were about to pop his little brother one. For all the MMA training and fighting Benny did, he was kind of clueless when it came to the tempers of his friends.

Pope settled down on the edge of the mattress, unable to look away from Lily, even as Frankie sat down next to him.

“I just can’t stop looking at her, man,” he admitted softly.

“Take it all in, hermano,” Frankie grinned. “You’re gonna blink and she’s gonna be off to kindergarten.”

“Malo,” Pope muttered to him under his breath and Frankie laughed. He dragged his eyes away from his sleeping daughter to smile back at his best friend. “You want to hold her?”

Frankie blinked and raised a hand to scratch at the hair under his cap. “You sure?” he double-checked hesitantly.

Pope slowly and carefully placed the sleeping baby in Frankie’s arms. She snuffled for a brief moment before falling back asleep.

“Hola, corazon,” Frankie whispered, stroking a finger over her dark hair. Frankie looked up to meet Pope’s eyes, tears glimmering in both their eyes. “Shit Santi…” he breathed.

“I know…” The two men sat for a long moment in silence, Lily’s quiet breaths and the sound of the shower in the background washing over them. “I…I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, Frankie,” Pope started quietly.

“Huh?” Frankie didn’t take his eyes off the baby.

“When Mateo was born…I shoulda been here,” Pope scratched at the back of his neck.

Frankie shook his head at Pope. “Bro, stop. You were in Colombia doing what you had to do. And you’re here now.”

Pope sighed. “I don’t think I coulda done this without you, Frankie,” he whispered. “Shit, I might’ve just kept driving that night. I coulda missed all of this. I could’ve missed her.” Pope reached out a finger and slowly stroked Lily’s fist until she opened her hand and weakly grasped his finger.

“You would’ve come back, man. Don’t kid yourself. You don’t leave jobs unfinished,” Frankie said simply because, to him, it was simple. You didn’t follow a man into war zone after war zone without getting to know every facet of their personality. Santiago Garcia never left a man behind, and never left a job undone. It’s why he was Frankie’s best friend. There was so much loyalty, so much trust, between the two of them.

Pope laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ve got the kid, now I’ve just gotta get the girl.”

Frankie watched as Pope dug into his jacket pocket, draped over the side of the recliner, and pulled out a navy-blue plush box. Cracking it open, Pope tilted the box towards Frankie so he could see the square amethyst jewel sitting in a simple gold band.

Gently, Frankie unfolded one arm from underneath Lily and gave Pope a shove before quickly resuming his position.

“When?”

Pope shrugged. “I’ve had this stupid thing for months, man. But I didn’t want to give it to her then because I didn’t want her thinking it was just because she was pregnant. Part of me wants to give it to her now, but I don’t want her thinking it’s just because she just had my kid, you know?”

Frankie nodded sagely. “I get it.”

“Maybe in a couple of months?” Pope asked, looking between the engagement ring and his best friend.

“First date out without the kid could work,” Frankie agreed.

“Maybe Lily could spend some time with her godfather while her Mom and Dad go for dinner or something?” Frankie kept nodding. “Would you like that, Lily?” Pope murmured, leaning over his friend’s shoulder to speak to his little girl. “You want to spend some time with Tío Frankie?”

Frankie’s head shot up. “You mean…?” Pope chuckled, a smile pulling at his lips. “Dude, I was kidding about calling…You don’t have to…”

“Frankie…” Pope clasped his best friend’s shoulder. “There’s no one we trust more than you. Will you be Lily’s godfather?”

Pope watched as Frankie swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared down at the little girl in his arms as she began to fuss.

“Shh, corazon…” Frankie soothed, rocking her back and forth as he stood up to pace the room. “Tío Frankie has you.”

Santiago couldn’t help but smile. If someone had told him even five years ago that he would be at a hospital, just a few hours after his daughter was born, planning to propose to the mother of his child with the help of his best friend, retired Second Lieutenant Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales, who was now a married man with a son and another kid on the way, he would have asked what kind of crack they were snorting and to point him in the direction of their drug dealer.

Guys like them didn’t get the happy endings. They got the beginnings of the fairy tale, the girl and the glory of returning home after war, but after the ‘Happily Ever After’, they got the nightmares and the divorces and the dual mortgages and the child support. They ended up like Tom, so deep in the trenches that they cave in and bury you.

At least, that’s what Pope thought when he signed on for private sector work in Colombia. He wasn’t ready to give up the thrill of the chase, the ‘good work’ he was doing, to face the shitshow that would inevitably be waiting for him at home. When Colombia had ended up being the shitshow, and Yovanna had seen right through him and sent him packing, he thought that was it. The end of his rope, the end of the line.

Moving closer to Frankie had been a godsend. Pope would always credit him with having literally saved his life. Getting to watch how Frankie handled it all, seeing him interact with Charlie and Mateo, standing next to him at the simple courthouse wedding. Frankie was living proof that life went on even when he didn’t have the flag on his shoulder anymore. Proof that ‘Happily Ever After’ didn’t have to fall flat. And, if Pope hadn’t moved close to Frankie, Charlie never would have gotten him the physiotherapy consult at her clinic, and he never would have met Bex. He never would have learned that guys like them could have happy endings, so long as they fought for them with as much vim and vigor that they fought every other battle of their lives with.

“Hey Papá,” Frankie called with a laugh, pulling Pope from his thoughts. He turned to see Frankie holding Lily out to him carefully as she started to cry.

He hurried to cradle his daughter against his chest, quietly humming to her in a feeble attempt to get her to settle. “Shh, baby girl. You’re okay. Papá’s here.”

Bex appeared in the bathroom doorway, her skin dewy from the shower and her hair thrown up out of her face. “I think she might be hungry, babe,” she called over their daughter’s cries. She walked over to get herself settled on the bed, wincing every few steps until she could lie back on the thin mattress, adjusting it so she could sit up.

“I’ll give you three some privacy,” Frankie muttered, clasping Pope’s shoulder in one hand and running his finger over Lily’s clenched fist with the other. “I’ll go see what the Millers found to drink. We’ll be back in a few.”

Pope nodded distractedly as his friend smiled warmly at Bex and left the room, closing the door with a soft click. He gently transferred Lily into her mother’s arms before perching on the edge of the mattress by Bex’s hip. “You want me to call the nurse?”

Bex nodded as she watched Lily nuzzle at her chest. “Yeah, they said they would bring the specialist in the first couple of times to make sure I’m doing this right.”

Pope kissed her temple as she pulled down the side of her baggy T-shirt in preparation of feeding their daughter. “You’re gonna do great, baby,” he whispered into her hair. “Wonder Woman, remember?”

She smiled softly at him as he pressed the Help button. “I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you more,” he replied with a soft look on his face as the nurse entered. It was a playful argument they had on a nearly weekly basis, but this time, Pope knew he had won. Pope knew he would always win at loving her more because, without her, he wouldn’t have any of this. And that filled his heart to bursting.

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“She’s so beautiful, Santi…” Bex whispered as she lovingly stroked her finger up and down their sleeping daughter’s arm.

All the tests had been run. Pope was over the moon to receive the news that both mother and child were healthy and strong. The small group of warriors had gorged themselves on the Morales’ world class waffles, bacon, and fruit salad before Frankie, Benny and Will had dismissed themselves from the hospital, all three promising to come and visit the following week once the new family was more settled. A nurse had come by every few hours to help teach Bex how to breastfeed, and teach Santi how to change a diaper, and teach them both how to swaddle. All things they had practiced in their parenting classes, but Pope appreciated the reminders. Especially since, the second he laid eyes on his baby girl, all the lessons flew out of his brain. Finally, a doctor paid them a visit and told them they would be free to go at the start of visiting hours the next day.

That had been twelve hours ago. Presently, the small family was bathed in the glow of the setting sun that was filtering in from the master bedroom window. Lily was asleep on the bed in between her parents, who were lying on their sides while holding hands above her head.

“She takes after her mother,” he smiled at her, glad to see he could still make her blush just over a year into their relationship.

“I hope she gets your hair,” she whispered back as she released his hand and reached out to card a hand through his short, thick curls. “I love your hair,” she sighed as she clasped his hand again.

“You want her going grey before she’s 40?” he teased. Bex shot him a playful glare. “I hope she gets your eyes.”

“…I hope she’s happy,” Bex breathed, tears pooling in her eyes.

Pope reached out and cradled her cheek in his hand, softly swiping at the falling tears with his thumb. “She will be, baby. Love her hard, show up, give a shit, and let her find her own path, right?” Bex nodded at him but the tears kept streaming. “Hey…” He stood and picked Lily up, carefully transferring her into the bassinet they had put in their room, before sliding back into bed and pulling his teary girlfriend into his arms. She quietly cried into his shoulder as he ran a soothing hand up and down her back. “You okay?” he asked gently as she finally pulled away, the grey cotton of his shirt stained black.

“Sorry,” she murmured contritely as she wiped at her cheeks. “Stupid hormones.”

“You didn’t answer my question, querido,” he observed.

Rebecca tilted her head back on his shoulder to look in his eyes. She gently ran her thumb over the laugh lines that crinkled in the corners of his eyes and sighed softly. “I feel okay, honestly Santi. My hormones are kind of all over the place, and my body feels like I was hit by a truck, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

Santiago shifted them so he was lying with his head on his pillow and she had her head on his chest. “As someone who has seen a guy after he got hit by a truck, I’d say that sounds pretty bad.”

She shrugged gently. “I mean, I won’t be doing it again for at least a couple of years, and I know I got lucky because some of the stories I read…” she shuddered lightly before meeting his eyes again. “But I feel better than I thought I would. Does that make sense?”

He nodded as she yawned. “Makes perfect sense, baby. Why don’t you try to get some sleep while Lily is down? We need to be up in about two hours to feed her.”

Rebecca smiled at him as she slid onto her own pillow, still facing him. “You really want to get up and watch me feed our daughter?”

“Mi alma,” he sighed, pulling her in to plant a tender, loving kiss on her lips before pulling back, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’ll get up for as many feedings, changes, crying fits that I can. I don’t want to miss a second of this.”

A bright smile pulled at her lips as tears pooled in her eyes again. “Damnit, Santi…” she laughed as she wiped her face with the hem of her shirt.

He pulled as close as he could and tangled their legs together. “I won’t apologize,” he declared, a soft smile on his face. “I love you so damn much, Rebecca. Te amo…te adoro…te quiero…te necesito…” Pope brushed a kiss against her temple, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips in between each phrase.

Her eyes started to droop as a content grin graced her features. “I love you too, Santiago. More than any word in any language could ever express.”

He watched and listened as her breathing evened out and she drifted off. He couldn’t shake the pride from flowing through his veins as he listened to his two girls breathe in the fading light. He was never supposed to have this, but he would fight tooth and nail for anyone who tried to take it away.

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eueden · 3 years

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⟨ MAUDE APATOW. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, EDEN KOPPELMAN is actually a descendent of H E S T I A. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old VETERINARY from CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite THOUGHTFUL & QUIXOTIC.

hi, hello, allô, hola, ciao, ella here again with another character. okay so there’s not much to say about me that most of you don’t already know, i have no life and i’m always lurking even if i never do replies (don’t tell the admins) hgsghssghs anyway, this is eden and in a shocking turn of events i actually have a good idea of who she is and look i even made a graphic, if that’s ain’t dedication then i don’t what it is.

basic information.

NAME: eden atara koppelman

PRONUNCIATION: EE - d uh n

NICKNAME: E?? idk

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: brisbane, queensland, australia

HOMETOWN: cape town, south africa

DATE OF BIRTH: june 26, 1997

AGE: twenty-three

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual so far but secretly curious

MAJOR: veterinary

EXTRACURRICULARS: president of the jewish student association, vice president of the herpetology club, president of the volunteer service, women in leadership member, student government member

SPORTS: captain of the climbing team and co-captain of the track & field team

character inspo.

Jessica Day (New Girl) ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

Elliott Reid (Scrubs) ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

Amy Santiago (Brooklyn 99) ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

background.

tw: death, infant death, car accident, fire

Eden was born in Brisbane, Australia. She comes from an animal lover family. Her grandparents are very popular down under because they had an animal TV show à la Steve Irwin. Her dad followed their footsteps and it’s a well-known zoologist who also had some TV shows (think of Bear Grylls).

TW: death, infant death, car accident. Matthias Koppelman (her dad) had been previously married but lost his wife and child in a car accident and after that he isolated himself from the public eye and moved to Namibia.

At twenty-eight, he felt the need to climb Mount Everest as one does, ya know? But ofc this man hadn’t climbed in years (he had experience but he’d been too sad to climb mountains. I mean he could barely leave bed, let alone climb Everest). That didn’t stop him and he did.

He almost d worded there bc as I said he was not ready but that’s when Hestia queen of fire showed up and warmed him (in a non sexual way bc she’s pure okay) and he was like oh that was a near dead experience and didn’t think much.

After he conquered the Everest with the help of Hestia, he moved back to Australia and oh surprise a few months later he opened his door and voilá a bebé was there with a note that said “you deserve to have a family, love hestia”

He was shocked like “did i just impregnate a fantasy?” but then Hestia was kind enough to send another and explain everything.

Anyway, Eden lived in Brisbane for four years before her dad took a job in South Africa. They moved to Cape Town (and her grandparents came with them) and pretty much had a happy life surrounded by animals.

TW: fire. When she was nine, her dad took her to a game reserve in Limpopo and by some reason a fire started endangering animals and flora. Everyone was panicking bc I mean wouldn’t u? But Eden was attracted to the flames like a pyro (the good kind tho) and since everyone had better things to do than taking care of a child, they left her unsupervised and she delved into the fire.

Ofc nothing happened to her because ✨immunity✨ but guess who showed up again? Hestia!!!! Being a great goddess and mom, she taught Eden how to use her powers so she could absorb the fire and save all the animals and people.

Everyone was like holy shit a miracle and the firefighters were like “the fuck? we did shit but we gonna take the credit lol”

Eden was like “did that just happen?” and yes, it did but she was like “meh that was imagination” and her dad was like *nervous chuckle* “yeah…” because he didn’t want to tell her the truth since that could put her in danger.

At 13, she had her bat mitzvah and it was all fun and games until fire lady showed up aka Hestia. Her dad and Hestia explained everything and Eden was like:

Hestia claimed her and off to camp she went. For the next few years she went to camps all over the world as a treat.

She never went on a quest bc she was afraid and also because she couldn’t put herself in danger and risk losing her life bc her dad already had lost a child… so yeah

Her dad remarried when she was seventeen and a year later she welcomed a new baby brother and that’s why she decided to take a gap year to be with her bro and also work with her dad in the reserves.

She moved to Athens when she was nineteen and decided to go into veterinary school. So yes Ella will get her dog one way or another idc what the admins say :chaos:

Ahhhh that’s all folks!!! We did it!

FULL BIO (yes, i completed it this time)

personality.

Eden never loses her sense of curiosity. You could say that she sees life through rose colored glasses as if she lived on the edge of a mirror country where worldly objects come to life, where flora and fauna assume almost human qualities.

She has the ability to see the good in almost anyone or anything and tends to sympathize with even the most unfriendly person. She often hides the extreme depth of feelings from her, even from herself, until circumstances elicit a passionate response.

She has a deep sense of idealism that comes from a strong personal sense of right and wrong. She sees the world as a place full of possibilities and potentials and is governed by her intuition. She is quite reserved and is not easily manipulated.

She is a good listener and considerate, they try to care for and understand others in a deep way. She can be very calm and intuitive with the people around her, being able to search for hidden meanings in the actions and words of others.

Of course, all of life is not rosy and Eden is not exempt from suffering the same disappointments and frustrations that are common to others. She tends to be a perfectionist and often strives for personal ideals that can be exhausting or very difficult to obtain.

She also struggles with time management, always leaving everything to the last minute claiming she “works better under pressure” but the truth is she’s just a procrastinator.

Very sensible, she cries almost every day either because of a commercial or a sweet story she read on Facebook. It doesn’t matter, if it’s slightly emotional she will shed some tears.

powers.

pyrokinesis: This power first manifested when she was nine years old and she helped to save an animal reserve from the flames with the help of Hestia. Since she was claimed when she was thirteen, she’s learned how to use this power. Now she can summon fire without any problem and put it out just as fast. This is very helpful because she loves baking but she’s a bit clumsy so she often burns herself, but thankfully, she’s immune, so no pain. However, Eden has never been able to create a hot wall of flames nor she has ever asked how to do that, she just hopes she never has to use it.

serenity inducement: Eden avoids conflict at all cost, not only it makes her cry but also makes her very uncomfortable and anxious which is why this was the first power she manifested. She was just a child but from what she remembers it was during a class in preschool that a kid started hitting another one. Eden panicked at such an act of violence she went there and touched the bully’s shoulder which immediately calmed him. Back then she didn’t know it was a power but after finding out about her true identity, many other events like this started to make sense. This is the power she uses the most, also with animals which is why she makes such a good veterinarian because she can calm an animal's nerves.

bond manipulation: She wouldn’t say this is one of her weakest powers but it’s one she didn’t use often growing up because she came from such a stable family that it didn’t seem necessary, however, she sometimes catches herself using it in group projects or at her workplace, you know, to keep things healthy and positive.

ability to summon food: By far the one she uses the least (personally speaking), she likes cooking and baking, so she doesn’t see the point but she does use it to feed stray animals.

headcanons.

Eden speaks fluent English, she has a mixed South African and Australian accent but she can switch. At school, half of her classes were in Afrikaans, so she also speaks it fluently. Greek comes from her demigod side, but she also took some classes back in school upon her father’s request. Growing up in a very Jewish family, her grandparents believed it was pretty important that Eden learned Yiddish and Hebrew, she can read it perfectly but struggles speaking it, especially Yiddish because she also attended Hebrew school. As for French, she learned in high school and she still takes lessons at Eonia but she hates it.

Her father started taking her to a climbing gym when she was five and by the time she was ten she was already climbing 6a routes which is pretty much an intermediate level and very impressive for her age.

She had her own TV show on Discover Kids titled “Eden’s Wildlife Adventure” in which she explained the importance of different types of animals. The first seasons were shot between Australia and South Africa, but in later seasons she traveled across Africa and South America. The show ran from 2005-2011 (which was when she was claimed).

Dreams of climbing Mount Everest before her 30th birthday.

Her father is a classic rock band and so is she. Her animals have been named after influential musicians. Right now she has a cat named Hendrix, a horse named Cobain, a dog named Mick. Growing up her father took care of a baby lion which they named Little Richard because he was smaller than most lion cubs. Over the years, his father and grandparents have fostered several wild animals while they recover or before they are sent to a reserve. Among the animals they have fostered are elephants, giraffes, zebras, cheetahs, leopards, hippos and more.

While she loves rock, she’s also a sucker for 2000s pop. Please don’t ask her about modern artists because she’s clueless.

She’s fed up with the Mean Girl jokes, we get it she grew up in Africa and she’s white.

She is a proud Jewish girl and follows many traditions. She does attend the local synagogue during Yom Kippur and Rosh Hashanah. And of course, Hanukkah is her favorite holiday. Her family practices Reform Judaism, so she doesn’t follow a kosher diet.

Eden was raised as a vegan and her whole family is vegan. In the past years, she has been in the process of becoming vegetarian.

Favorites: Anything written by Agatha Christie(book); Say Anything (1989) (movie); Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fear (song);

Again, no one asked me but I will reply: “Ella, does Eden hate Iker?” “Well, thanks for asking. In a shocking turn of events, no she doesn’t. How come you might ask? Well, she doesn’t hate anyone but if she ever did then yes, she would hate him.”

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hello everyone!! my name’s lua, my pronouns are she/her and i’m a resident of gmt+1. i’m super excited for this group to get rolling so i can write with you all. i play choi minki (kim taehyung) of lotto fame. if you’re interested in interacting with him just ♡ this post and i’ll give you all of my love.

born and raised in busan’s gamcheon village, south korea, the former underground rapper turned ambitious lotto all-rounder has been under marathon entertainment for nine years. winners know him as the unspoken protector of the group, and his observant nature allows him to encapsulate ideas in his music with a persuasive edge, but he’s at times criticized for being too eccentric and sardonic.

OVERVIEW

FULL NAME: choi minki

STAGE NAME: MINKI, minkillah (pre-debut/underground)

NICKNAME(S): min, key

GENDER (PRONOUNS): cismale (he/him)

DATE OF BIRTH (AGE): 1994, march 5th. (25)

HOMETOWN: gamcheon village in busan, south korea

RESIDENCE: seoul, south korea

OCCUPATION: lead rapper, vocalist and visual of lotto.

SEXUALITY: bisexual.

HEIGHT: 181cm

HAIR COLOR: naturally jet black (often dyed for his job, currently dark brown)

EYE COLOR: dark brown

TATTOOS: upper arm white tiger (sleeve tattoo, is a work in progress), roman numeral wrist tattoos (left wrist: lotto debut date / right wrist: his mother's birthday)

PIERCINGS: several in his ears.

SCAR: small childhood scar along his knee from falling on broken glass at the beach.

NOTABLE FEATURES: intense and piercing eyes / long eyelashes / big hands / deep voice / nose, cheek and lip moles / big boxy smile.

FACE CLAIM: kim taehyung

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE: protective, contemplative, playful, mischievous, ambitious, loyal, soulful, creative, plainspoken, focused, steadfast, sentimental, observant, intuitive, tenacious, passionate, wry.

NEGATIVE: eccentric, sardonic, juvenile, intense, pent-up, stubborn, hard to know, single-minded, competitive, temperamental, moody, untrusting, all-or-nothing.

LIKES: art, music, anything unique, reading long letters from fans, writing, working, poetry, performing, sincerity, intimacy, the sea, candles, mystery, travelling, warm hands, depth, long conversations, feeling connected to someone, driving at night, visiting home, his mother.

DISLIKES: feeling controlled, invasions of privacy, assumptions, loneliness, boredom, shallow conversations, having his trust broken, spinelessness, being lied to, self-victimizing, blowhards, people who don’t keep their word, his father.

HABITS: staying up late to work on music, collecting headbands and baseball caps, chewing gum, bouncing his leg, man-spreading, calling his mom every day, stuffing his hands into his pockets, scribbling lyrics on things he shouldn’t (napkins, his hand), clicking his tongue, quirking his eyebrows, making funny faces to relax, stretching his neck by tilting his head to the side, rolling his shoulders.

FEARS: losing his mom, never being accepted for who he is, resembling his deadbeat dad, the general public finding out his father left their family.

STYLE: streetwear, skatewear, city-ready and modern, comfortable, relaxed fits, a touch of grunge, baseball caps, logo t-shirts, headbands, thick rimmed glasses, black trousers, hoodies, worn buckle-boots, chunky sneakers, retro runners, wide-cut trousers, shirt tuck, pleated pants.

SMOKE? no.

DRUGS: no.

ALCOHOL: yes.

HEADCANONS

minki’s outer mask of aloofness is a cover for his stormy inner life. he’s always battling between his heart and mind, conscious of how emotions can make him look; sometimes he’s cool and level-headed, and other times he’ll throw his weight around. ultimately he’s emotional and has a great desire for intimacy.

once he lets his guard down, he’s more than willing to show how much he truly cares for someone. for special someones, he feels a poignant love strong enough to walk through the valley of the shadow of death. when these feelings are hard to verbalize, he expresses them best through action.

the promise of emotional depth and soul-level understanding shines out of his eyes. he’s a good listener, maybe because he’s often listening into the hidden layers of what people are saying. his closest relationships are the equivalent of feeling an overwhelming urge to call someone, only to find they were just about to call you.

in a world of tell-all social media, he’s quite a private person. anyone close to him has to be able to keep secrets. the classified files of his personal history are only ever revealed to those who’ve earned his trust.

while it can be hard for minki to let others in, he also intensely needs others, and he needs to go deep with them. it’s important for him to have close friends and special someones who are in it with him for the long haul.

he’s got an animal magnetism on stage and knows how to turn it on for the effect of something tender, edgy, soulful or brutal.

prone to jealousy and paranoia and will do anything to hide it. he needs mutual reassurance in relationships, and betrayal of any kind is the death knell for any relationship with him, friendship or otherwise. a true loyalist.

ambitious and will do whatever he needs to attain his goal. he also has a strong competitive characteristic that pushes him to strive for greatness.

drops one-liners and quotables in public that, for good and bad, will follow him until the end of his career. doesn’t seem to get embarrassed even when he misspeaks in interviews and can help dispel tensions at times using poker-faced humor at his own expense.

minki knew next to nothing about fashion or make up prior to joining the company and was shocked to learn stylists saw enough potential in him to appoint him as "visual" of the group. these days he moves with more awareness in regards to how he represents lotto to the public, and sometimes jokes in interviews that his face does all the work.

shockingly good at aegyo despite his image and the intense vibes his face gives off. variety shows used to love asking him to perform cute gestures and whatnot back in the day, but thankfully that doesn't happen as much now that he's older.

sheds not a single tear all year but can be seen full on bawling at the end of annual fanmeetings.

as the third oldest in the group, he’s something of a bridge between the younger members and the oldest members of lotto.

that big goofy rectangle grin makes him look like a different person when he smiles.

one of the members most likely to slip into satoori.

plays the piano; currently learning guitar.

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER: choi misun (52), a writer and local artist in gamcheon culture village.

FATHER: doesn’t know his father.

SIBLINGS: none.

OTHER RELATIVES: they’re rarely in touch.

PETS: none. loves & wants pets of his own, but worries he won’t be able to care for a living thing. dotes on other people’s animals instead.

LOVERS: single.

HISTORY

CHILDHOOD

when minki was born, his mom decided the only thing scarier than being a single mother was not being a mother at all. her ex-boyfriend, minki's dad, denied the child was his and refused to support her decision to keep him. her parents begged her to give the boy for adoption, threatening to disown her, but it was too late: looking into her son’s eyes she felt certain, more than she’d been of anything, that he wasn’t a mistake. he was her miracle. she would raise him alone, an unwanted mother and the black sheep of her family.

relatives gathering for holidays didn’t want the two of them attending, and neighbors were told made-up stories of a husband passing away, all to protect the family’s reputation. for some time, minki was too young to notice anyone’s absence: it’d always been just him and his mother and he didn’t know of anything different. this changed as he grew up and was confronted with the lack of a father figure in his life - or grandparents, aunts and cousins.

he became painfully aware of his mother’s struggles. her writing and art wasn’t enough to support them, and she worked too hard for most of her life, taking on several labor-intensive jobs to feed and clothe him. theirs was a humble but colorful life in the poor seaside village of gamcheon, located in the coastal city of busan.

at the epicenter of art, beauty and chaos, minki spent his childhood running through steep slopes and tiny alleys nestled between a mishmash of pastel-colored houses, a deep blue sky and ocean in the background. he was often alone, as all throughout school, there were classmates whose mothers instructed them not to play with him, or would tease him for not having a father.

birds of a feather flock together. minki found friendship in the company of children who either seemed different, outcasts just like him, or those who accepted him and didn’t care about rumors and social status. his best friend was a neighboring child of an eclectic couple of local artists and acquaintances of his mother.

in his early teens, there was anger and hurt simmering beneath minki’s exterior. he was at an emotionally painful passage of his life and wanted to act out, but knew that it would break his mother’s heart if anything ever happened to him. not wanting to hurt her the way his father had hurt her, minki turned to art as an outlet for destructive thoughts, and music became his way of dealing with the sense of chronic loss.

hip-hop was raw, emotional and honest. it was a device in and of itself, a friend to play with. twotime had a huge influence on minki as a teenager, and inspired him to start writing songs when he was 14 years old. thanks to the democratization of music through the internet, he found a way to pirate software and started producing beats in his bedroom.

CAREER

he was active in busan’s underground hip hop scene during high school, competing in rap battles under the name minkillah. it wasn’t only his rapping that garnered attention; minki eventually began establishing himself as an emerging producer, composing beats for local talent in his hometown.

looking for a challenge that would take his music to the next level, minki entered a hip hop competition held by marathon entertainment. when staff met with the young man in person, they insisted he enter a second audition with the potential of joining a new idol group the company planned to debut.

minki passed the second audition and joined marathon entertainment as a trainee at 16. dreaming of one day providing his mother the kind of life where she never had another day, and possibly making music with his role models in twotime, he moved away from home and enrolled into a high school in seoul to complete his formal education while attending daily vocal, rap and dance lessons.

after the grueling trainee period, he joined the final lineup of lotto and debuted as the group’s lead rapper, vocalist and visual.

CONNECTIONS

MASC.

SQUAD GOALS: masc. 20-30. (0/5) simply put, i’d love for minki to have this big dumb friend group featuring top dog male idols from marathon ent. they’re often seen hugging at award shows, going out for bbq, travelling together, clowning each other and breaking the internet whenever they upload selfies!!

MENTOR: masc. 35+. (0/1) this is an older muse minki looks up to and confides in. whether y/m realizes it or not, they’ve become a father figure to minki. he doesn’t have to be another artist! anyone who works at marathon ent (producer, choreographer, etc) would work, as long as minki feels like he can trust them. they’re equipped with the maturity and experience to give him advice about his life, music or relationships.

SOULMATE: masc. 23-25 (0/1) soulmate /ˈsəʊlmeɪt / noun “a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.” these two are each other’s, through and through. y/m is minki’s second home; they complement and complete each other. their relationship doesn’t have to be romantic at all, even if it has potential to be, in the case of complicated feelings and the crossing of lines. platonic or not, though, minki is in need of deep and meaningful connections, where he feels known. where he feels understood. he thrives off of them. y/m either knows minki since he lived in his hometown busan (there was a childhood best friend, if you’re interested) or since they were trainees. possibly they both attended the same high school in seoul, too.

RIVAL: masc. 23-27. (0/1) a little bit of friendly competition never hurt anyone. these two boys are seen as evenly matched in many regards (leave it to their fans to debate the validity of that, though) and often pitted against each other, sometimes on purpose to rack up clicks and excitement. whether there’s any truth to the rivalry or genuine animosity can be discussed! a future collab between them would create immense amounts of buzz, though.

FEM.

OLDER SISTER. fem. 35+ (0/1) quite similar to the connection above, but in this case, y/m is more of an older sister to minki, maybe even a mom away from home. seeing right through him, she knows when to put him in his place and when to offer him gentle guidance. she’s one of the people he’s come to respect the most at marathon entertainment and he absolutely loathes to disappoint her.

HEARTBREAK: fem. 21-25. (0/1) minki’s last love was a lost love. maybe they could’ve been happy together if they weren’t both idols, but it’s too late for that now. foolishly, though, they still keep in touch and spent time with each other as “friends.” they’ve seen so much and know so much of each other, there seems to be no greater comfort for him than hearing y/m’s voice and feeling their warmth in his arms when life goes to shit. but they’re still just friends… let’s hash the rest out to make sure we’re on the same page! inspiration for this connection comes from the lyric “isn’t that what friends are for, even if we used to be more?” from the song partners in crime. if the world was ending is another inspiration.

KNIGHT. fem. 18-23. (0/2) minki as an older brother to y/m!! growing up an only child, he never knew what it was like to have siblings, let alone a younger sister. i think his inexperience in combination with protectiveness could result in endearing and fun interactions. however, he is prone to projecting his own cynical and hostile views onto men that approach women he’s fond of, which isn’t exactly fair to anyone? having someone like y/m in his life could push him toward character-development, though.

NIGHTINGALE. fem. 22-24. (0/1) a nightingale made a mistake; she sang a few notes out of tune: her heart was ready to break, and she hid away from the moon. a small, sweet-voiced songbird that goes on singing late into the night. she's far too bright to be a nocturnal creature in his eyes, but she breaks the stillness, and she’s taken to asking him for advice. they’re quiet company, willing to sit in silence or talk for hours about who knows what, trying to figure out what they are. not even minki knows. he just enjoys her company, and perhaps they’ve found something to bond over. it's still small and precious and new.

ALL.

ALWAYS: if you're thinking of a different connection that isn't listed here but pings you, please dm me about it!! i'd love to plot and throw in my own suggestions. as a quick aside, i'm always open to friendship, group members, platonic m/f & mf/m dynamics, mentoring, flings, exes, secret relationships, rivalries, innocent crushes, muses, staff members, co-writers, trainees, unrequited feelings, pining, etc.

#ment.intro #OOC.

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mymindsmadness · 5 years

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MyTake!Monday

For those of you that are new here, make sure to also check out WorkOfArt!Wednesday where we feature a Drarry artist that deserves love and recognition, and Fanfiction!Friday where I recommend and summarize a new Drarry fic every week!

MyTake!Monday is just a glorified way of saying that I’m either going to rant about something Drarry related or write a quick Drarry drabble (that’s fund to say). You can suggest topics or ask for opinions by dropping by my ask box! . Anon asks are always open!

Disclaimer: Anything talked about during MyTake!Monday posts are simply that - my take. They are in no way a reflection on the writings of J.K. Rowling, or the thoughts of others in the fandom. Even during topics I feel passionate about, I respect the thoughts, ships, and headcanons of others. Please respect my thoughts as I respect yours. I am always up for a lively debate, but any comments or asks left with malicious intent will be ignored, and I ask that my followers ignore them as well. Thank you!

This week on MyTake!Monday:

That is Not Curry A drabble featuring Auror!Partners Harry and Draco.

AN: This idea actually came to me while I was cooking. My husband and I were born in the same country, but our backgrounds are fairly different. My family is old world Italian (I was the first in my immediate family on my father’s side to be born in the country), and my husband’s family is deep south (that can trace their roots back several generations in the same town). Being that we’re both ethnically similar, I don’t think we ever thought about the cultural differences we would face. One of the biggest issues we ran into was regarding food.

It got me thinking about Harry/Draco. Like many, I favor Indian!Harry. I wondered what the impact of Harry being half Indian would have on his personal relationships and sense of self. Thus, this drabble was born.

Just a warning - I’m sick. I’m not sure how much of this is actually going to be cohesive because of that. I’m sorry if it sucks!

Although Harry was raised by the Dursley’s – though that fact could very much be debated – he had always tried his hardest to stay connected to his father’s side of the family. When the Dursley’s would take Dudley out, Harry would explore the kitchen. It was in one of Aunt Petunia’s cookbooks that he first came across a recipe for curry. He was familiar with the dish – though just so. Occasionally, Dudley would demand Indian take away. It was clear that he only did so to dismiss the dishes as disgusting immediately. He would spit the half-chewed rice out, rounded face squished inward as he declared the spices too bold. He would then turn to Harry and ask if everything about his people was disappointing.

It bothered Harry. He didn’t want it to bother him, but it did. After all, what little he knew about the Indian culture was all he had left that tied him to his father. Perhaps that was why Harry tore the page from his Aunt Petunia’s cookbook and tucked it away deep inside his too-large pockets.

It took Harry nearly a month to gather the spices. He couldn’t very well ask his relatives, and the idea of stealing them left a heavy stone in the bottom of Harry’s stomach. It started with a store – the one on the corner with the signs in a language Harry had never learned to write or read. It was a store he knew his aunt would never visit.

Varun, the owner, agreed to let Harry sweep up the back room in exchange for ingredients. The first time the Dursley’s left him alone, Harry set to work. It took him nearly an hour following the now wrinkled recipe. After the hour was over, Harry peered wearily at his plate. It didn’t look like the dishes they would get from the restaurant. A cautious taste confirmed that no, it was not. The sauce was gritty and the spices out of balance. The only part that seemed edible at all was the chicken, though the sauce made it nearly impossible.

The failure washed over Harry as he cleaned as thoroughly as he could, trying in vain to scrub at a yellowed stain on his Aunt Petunia’s workbench. In the end, it didn’t matter. The house smelled of the fragrant spices long after the Dursley’s returned. His punishment was no dinner for the rest of the weekend. Harry knew the hunger should have bothered him, but it was nothing compared to the distance he felt growing between him and his father’s memory.

Varun watched Harry closely for the week that followed. When Harry didn’t ask for the spices again, he stopped the boy with a hand on his shoulder. Perhaps it was the way Harry immediately dissolved into tears that had Varun sinking to his knees in front of the ten year old.

“I’m not Indian enough!” Harry had declared, pulling out the worn recipe that could still be seen through the yellow and red stains. “I tried to make it because I just know my father could, but he’s dead and I’m not enough to keep his memory alive!” He sniffled his way through the declaration, not looking at Varun as he flipped the page over.

“That is not curry.” Varun shook his head and carelessly tossed the paper away. “If you want to learn, I’ll teach you.” His voice wasn’t particularly kind or soft, but there was something in the strong reassurance that slowed Harry’s tears. “You are Indian. Curry does not make you Indian. Memories do not make you Indian. You are Indian in your blood and in your heart.” He squeezed Harry’s shoulder’s gently. “Tomorrow, you will learn.”

And he did learn. It took more than a day to learn the recipe, and he certainly didn’t get it right the second time either. Several years passed before Harry could remember everything by heart. During that time, he kept visiting Varun. Harry learned what he could about his food and his culture. He learned about Varun’s adult son that lived in the United States with his wife, and about how his mother had taught him how to cook. Most importantly, Harry learned about himself.

“What is that?” Harry’s head lifted from the paperwork that had spread to engulf his entire coffee table.

“Curry.” Draco shrugged off the question has his fingers moved over the takeaway container, his eyes never leaving his own work.

Draco had been Harry’s ministry-appointed partner for a few years now, and he had never known Draco to ask for Indian food. Harry knew for a fact that Draco preferred rich cream-based sauces that spoke of his own French heritage. They had argued about it on more than one occasion. It seemed silly, but it was one of the reasons Harry had never acted on his feelings towards Draco.

They had taken Harry by surprise at first, especially when he couldn’t even remember when ‘Malfoy’ had become ‘Draco’. The attraction was mutual, that much was obvious. There was an almost-kiss after a particularly hard case had nearly gotten Harry killed. In the end it went unspoken that it would never work. They fought constantly, they were partners, and… well, they were different. Their preference if food was just symbolic of how deep their differences ran.

“You don’t like curry.” Harry declared, finally pulling Draco’s stormy eyes upward.

“I like curry well enough. Besides... you like it.” His sharp nose rose a fraction in defiance as Harry leaned across the table to spear a piece of chicken. Looking it over once, he popped it into his mouth.

“That is not curry.” He declared, his nose scrunching against the strangely acidic taste. “I’m fairly sure it’s not even Indian.”

“Oh…” Draco look down at the plate in his hands, thin lips pulling into a deep frown.

Harry knew instantly that everyone was right. He was an idiot. How could he not have recognized the olive branch for what it was? He tried to clear his thudding heart from his throat as he caught Draco’s gaze again. If Draco was willing to meet him halfway… well, he could do that. “I could… I could teach you. Or just cook for you – if you want. I mean, I appreciate that you bought this. It was rude of me to-“

“Okay.” Draco cut him off with a small, humored smile. “Teach me.”

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #drabble #MyTake!Monday

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tati gabrielle : cisfemale : she/her : hogwarts student : you should see me in a crown by billie eilish ϟ did you see tracey davis ? you know ,the 23 year old half-blood who is in slytherin . some say she can be quite +ambitious but are known to be -selfish . they are secretly aligned with the death eaters . maybe that’s why they remind me of a snake shedding it’s skin, popping gum to annoy other people, eyes that follow your every move, high heels clacking on the floor, a thorn without it’s rose, a smug smirk . (it’s me brynn back with another character)

Stats

Full name: Tracey Anastasia Davis

Nickname: Trace

Pronouns: She/her

Age:23

Date of Birth: April 25,1980

Born: Britian

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Height: 5′7

Hair color: dyed blonde, shaved

Eye Color: brown

Positive traits: ambitious, intelligent, cunning

Negative traits: selfish, callous, manipulative

So here is Tracey Davis’s background and a few headcanons

Tracey’s father had gone on a ministry trip to south korea when he had met tracey’s mom. they hit it off instantly and before he left, they decided to get married. now her mom was from a prominent pureblood family in korea and her dad was just some muggleborn ministry worker and so when they moved to britian before the wedding, that was when her mom realized he wasn’t a pureblood and decided to leave him. but when she left him and went back to korea, she didn’t realize that she was pregnant. (use protection kids) and her family kicked her out because of that. (karma. i think yes). with the birth of her daughter, she had sullied her family’s blood and reputation and there was no turning back.

When her mom got kicked out, she decided to go back to great britain and it was just her luck that she ended up in the height of the wizarding war. Her mom was a firm supporter of the death eaters and after getting a lucrative job at Gringotts, decided to supply the death eaters with money and occasionally used their house as a safe home for death eaters. So growing up, Tracey heard about the death eaters and also how she ruined her mom’s life because if she hadn’t been born then her mom would still live in Korea and wouldn’t have to work. (if you can’t tell her mom is v selfish). Tracey figured out that if she maked her mom her proud then her mom would stop blaming her for her parents mistake and actually love her. And so because of all the stories she’s heard about deahth eaters and all the lessons her mom drilled into her head about what it means to be a perfect pureblood, Tracey decided to emulate the pureblood side of her and completely rejected her muggleborn side. In fact, deep down she considers herself tainted because of that side of her. However, she took those lessons to heart and when it come to sort her, it was no surprise that she was sorted into slytherin.

Her time in Hogwarts , she spends around other Slytherins. She doesn’t try and talk to other people if she can’t help it and she would rather stay quiet then draw attention to herself. She considers the slytherins that do engage in public attention as attention seekers and like they can’t behave themselves in public. She looks down at people even though she is a half blood and tries so hard to be the perfect slytherin pureblood even though she isn’t. It causes her so much insecurity to be surrounded by purebloods who seem to take for granted how lucky they are. But she is also quite selfish and doesn’t really care about the opinions of other people. It can lead her into trouble but she doesn’t care. All she cares about is getting what she wants.

When it was revealed tha the dark lord came back, it was like all of tracey’s childhood dreams seem to come true. She could finally be the perfect daughter if she was a death eater. She firmly believed in the dark lord’s cause and she was counting down the days until she could be initiated into the dark lord’s circle. Until that moment happens in that future, she would be in Hogwarts and surrounding herself with future death eaters as well.

#hqc:intro #pls love her #it took me a long time to write this

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cat-in-a-basement · 5 years

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Cathuman Headcanons - Part 2

I guess this is a 'part two' to my first cathuman headcanon post, focusing more on genetics and physiology of the characters. Admittedly I've been iffy sharing them, because there's no way to please everyone, as people have their different interpretations. And, these are mine. Please be nice. Please?

Spoilers for later books and The Broken Code Below.

ThunderClan are the British Isles and America. Some have 0.0001% Scandinavian in them (which represents ancient SkyClan blood before SkyClan were forced out). Occasionally you get some French and German in there.

ShadowClan are Eastern Europe, Russia, and the Middle East. Sometimes you get Northern Africa.

WindClan are Eastern and South-eastern Asia. WindClan is a very uniform population, so the variety does not differ that much. Surprisingly, there is a more Eastern Asian population than South-eastern.

RiverClan are the Caribbean, Central and South America, and the Mediterranean.

SkyClan was originally ancient Northern Europe, but the new SkyClan is a mix of places. It ranges from Northern Europe and Africa to Australia.

ThunderClan

Thunder was half Scandinavian (Clear Sky), half Roman (Storm).

Firestar is half English, half Irish. When he gets mad, his voice gets an Irish lilt to it, something that tickles Sandstorm to bits.

Jake, his father was 100% Irish. Tallstar absolutely loved his accent, and never got tired of him talking.

Hollypelt and Ravenwing are siblings. Both are from Somalia, and passed down their genetic traits to their offspring (Fuzzypelt, Moonflower and Goosefeather). They then passed their genetic traits to Bluestar, Snowfur, and all of Robinwing's kits.

Windflight's father was Chinese. Thistleclaw, Rosetail, Sweetpaw, Dappletail, Thrushpelt and Tawnyspots are all 1/4th.

Stonepelt was Stormtail's father, and was Russian. Stormtail passed down his genetics to his kits, making them 50% Russian, 25% African, 25% English (+ other Western Europe countries). This combination made a very unique physical appearance.

Smallear is half Scottish (Scottish fold, hah!), half Spanish. His kits, Lionheart and Goldenflower are 1/4th Spanish, and since I headcanon he's also Graystripe's father, that makes Graystripe (in my headcanon) 1/4th Spanish as well.

Halftail and Robinwing I headcanon as siblings, and they're both 1/2 Greek. Their kits, Mousefur and Runningwind, and the whole slew of Robinwing's kits are 1/4th Greek.

This makes Dustpelt, Ravenpaw, Frostfur, and Brindleface 1/4th African, 1/4th Greek, 1/4th English + other.

Adderfang has ancient Scandinavian (SkyClan) blood in him, and passed it down to all his following generations.

Leafpool had kids with Crowfeather, who was primarily Japanese. This makes Hollyleaf, Jayfeather and Lionblaze 50% Asian. Hollyleaf and Jayfeather (somewhat) looked extremely similar to Crowfeather, which confused the ThunderClanners. The tall tale Squirrelflight spun is that she thought Leopardfoot was like 3% Asian, and maybe Hollyleaf inherited that 3% by sheer luck. Surprisingly, the clan believed it.

(But in reality, a lot of ThunderClan thought Squirrelflight had kits with a WindClan cat, and was trying to hide that fact. They never thought a sacred medicine cat might be the mother.)

By extension, Lionblaze's kits are 1/4th Japanese.

Millie is from Greece. Graystripe ended up meeting her there. Her kits are 50%. And Blossomfall's kits are 1/4th.

(Somehow Blossomfall was born with vitiligo, as she has lighter colored patches on her shoulders and back.)

Cloudtail's father was from Sweden. Cloudtail is 50% Swedish, and his kits are 1/4th Swedish.

Daisy is from South America (Argentina). She got with Smoky, who was from Mexico. Their kits are 50/50 each. Berrynose's kits, Cherryfall and Molewhisker are both 1/4th Mexican and South American. Berrynose, Hazeltail and Mousewhisker are all bilingual.

ShadowClan

Tall Shadow was from Scandinavia the Germanic tribes. She lived in the bitter North and had quite the pale complexion.

Yellowfang is 1/4th Iranian, 1/2 Russian, 1/4th Polish. Her mother was 50% Iranian, and her grandfather was 100%. Silverflame got with a Persian! Eh, eh? I'll see my out.

Russetfur was 100% Iranian.

Scorchwind, Raggedstar's brother, Rowanclaw's father, and Hal's son, was 50% Iranian. Rowanclaw was 1/4th.

Kinkfur was African (Sudan, Egypt), her son, Sparrowtail is 50%. His daughter, Needletail, was 1/4th.

Blackstar was about 98% Russian. He had a thick accent and stereotypical deep voice, and he took great joy in scarring would-be trespassers with it. With the younger kids, he used a much softer voice.

WindClan

Wind Runner came from Ancient China, although she had ancestry in South-eastern Asia.

Gorsestar came from South-Eastern Asia.

Gray Wing was from Scandinavia.

Tallstar was nearly 100% Japanese. While Tallstar loved Jake's Irish accent, Jake never got tired of hearing Tallstar talk to himself in his own language.

Onestar, Morningflower and Ashfoot were all mostly Japanese, with Taiwan and the Philippines in small percentages.

Heathertail's mother, Whitetail, was Korean. Heathertail is 50% Japanese, 50% Korean.

Deadfoot, Crowfeather's father, was 6'5". It contributed to weak knees and poor joints. This is likely where Hollyleaf's height came from, since Crowfeather himself is 6'0". Hollyleaf is 5'11".

Redclaw was 100% Indian while Brackenwing was 100% Filipino. Their kit, Shrewclaw, was 50/50. His kit, Mudclaw, was 1/4th each.

RiverClan

River Ripple was from Africa, and his darker skin was a surprise to the other settlers who came from the far North. He kept his hair in long braids, something which RiverClan adopted as tradition. Now, it is not uncommon to see RiverClan characters with braids somewhere in their hair.

Hailstar was from Jamaica and the Carribean. His kits were 1/4th.

Mosspelt is Puerto Rican. Willowpelt, her daughter, is 1/2 Puerto Rican, 1/4th French, 1/4th Cuban.

Dawnflower is another of Mosspelt's kits. Her mate was from Kenya. Her kits, Minnowtail, Pebblefoot and Tumblekit, are 50% Kenyan, 25% Puerto Rican, 12.5% French and Cuban.

Sasha was Russian. Hawkfrost, Mothwing and Tadpole are/were half-Russian.

Mudfur, Leopardstar's father, was Brazilian. His mate, Brightsky, was French. Leopardstar is half Brazilian, half French.

Fallowtail was 100% French while Reedfeather was 100% Japanese. Their kits, Willowbreeze and Graypool are half each. Willowbreeze's kit, Silverstream, is 1/4th Japanese.

Crookedstar and Oakheart were 50% Italian, 25% French, 25% Other.

Blackclaw, Mistystar's mate, was 50/50 African and Cuban. Their kits are/were 1/4th each.

SkyClan

Clear Sky was from Scandinavia.

Spottedpelt and Gorseclaw, Cloudstar and Birdwing's kits, stayed behind as the last remaining bloodline containing Northern Europe. Their line continues on in very small percentages today.

Clovertail is about 93% Swedish. The rest of her genetics possibly might have Mediterranean (RiverClan) origins.

Patchfoot is 100% Finnish. His and Clovertail's kits are 50% Finnish, 45% Swedish, 6% Mediterranean.

Finleap's father is Sandynose, making Finleap 25% Finish. Eh? Eh? Walks away in shame

Leafstar is Canadian, but has ancestry in Norway.

Echosong is Australian.

Ebonyclaw is African American.

Cherrytail is Half Serbian, half Bulgarian, and a small percentage Swedish.

Sharpclaw, Hawkwing's father, is from Africa. His son, Hawkwing, is 50% African, 1/4th Serbian, 1/4th Bulgarian, and a tiny tiny amount Swedish.

Pebbleshine, Hawkwing's mate, is...very closely related to Hawkwing let's move on... ._.

Their kits, Violetshine and Twigbranch, are 25% African, 25% Bulgarian, 25% Serbian, and 25% Other.

(Twigbranch has vitiligo, with lighter patches on her face, hands, and shoulders.)

Tree is from the Netherlands. Making his and Violetshine's kits - well, a whole bunch of places.

Characters Outside the Clans

Purdy is Scottish. No butts about it.

Sol is from Italy. He often cites Machiavelli as inspiration to him.

Scourge is half Irish, half English. 1% Evil, 99% Hot gas.

Barley is mostly English with some Irish, lives in the South, and has a heavy Southern accent. Yes, he does chew a piece of straw in his mouth.

Midnight is Ancient. Really old. Lived waaay back in 10,000 BC. She came from Africa. And is fricking tall (6'4").

Rock is Ancient. Even older. We have no idea where he came from.

Bone is from Nigeria.

The rogues that Tallstar interacted with in his super edition were all from South-Eastern Asia.

Jingo is from Italy.

Ah, I think that's about it!

#warrior cats #cathumans #headcanons #humanizations

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dramazones · 6 years

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Oh Wow! Im finally here with a headcanon birth chart and analysis for jamie!

i'm on mobile so I cant even put this long ass post under a read more i am so fucking sowwy but anyways a lot of this was inspired from dewmie-in 's meta posts and also i rlly love astrology so pls follow them first of all or else ur a fake fan shhfhgjsjkfkd

☀️ ♓︎ Pisces Sun ♓︎ ☀️

There is no doubt that Jamie is a pisces sun. Some of the well known characteristics of a piscean are being the artistic ones, the ones more in touch with their emotions and the absolute dreamers of the zodiac, I can assure you this as a mercury and moon piscean!

And it’s quite obvious that these traits 100% match up to jamie’s surface character being a big theater nerd, writer, poet, and as an actor, he HAS to understand emotion in all its forms! While being the more compassionate of signs, that also comes with sympathy, and maybe even empathy.

to which he expresses when he tells steven that a good story with a quality protagonist HAS to include said protagonists struggles as well, now this might be a reach but perhaps this was self projecting after his own struggles in kansas, maybe even foreshadowing ooOoOh

(“a real hero must struggle” jamie struggles living in kansas, moves back to beach city, nails his first production and gains management position @ the theater, aka his heroic ending i guess idk, then more theater related accomplishments as mentioned in letters to lars ofc)

☽♎︎ Libra Moon ♎︎☽

One of the biggest desires for any libra placement is balance, And the moon sign being the emotion sign, Libra moons desire an emotional balance as much as they do in their environment. Libra Moons can also be known as a “people person” while typically depending on the study of others to lean their own nature.

Jamie fits the Libra moon description being a sort of people person himself. Though he’s capable of keeping a friendly conversation with just about anyone, There’s also no doubt that this guy has severe anxiety that affects his communication with others along with his emotional stability (even affecting him physically). The thing is that he’s managed to keep the anxiety and his social skills much more balanced the more we see him or i guess as time passes, not one of them overpowering the other. (see venus in scorpio as to why he limits himself socially as much as he would his anxiety)

While he desires emotional balance that also comes with a feeling of frustration and defeat when things are even slightly out of balance (also a symptom of anxiety ; easily irritated/defeated) such as his improv performance in letters to lars, ending his performance within a minute after feeling overwhelmed as it started going south.

So while there are several moments of him maintaining an emotional balance he also has another side of the scale that’s less balanced (astrology word play lmao) such as a general lifestyle balance, also nonexistent for jamie (even though your lifestyle heavily affects your behavior) in a sense that he lacks of a healthy sleep schedule being a mailman AND an actor, one occurring from the early morning to the afternoon and the other job occurring at night. Probably irrelevent but its MY sleepover and Ill add as much necessary info in this birth chart reading as i please.

Im also including buddys book as an example because though it was only jamie being the faceclaim for buddy theres no denying that since historical friction theres at least some parallels between the two characters sharing the same traits (being writers, returning to beach city to prosper in their careers, being absolute drama kings)

♀️♏︎ Scorpio Venus ♏︎♀️

One of the biggest aspects to Jamie’s character INCLUDES being an absolute sucker for romance so lets get this bread and talk abt his relationships w/ everyone and his views on love uwu

Scorpio being a water sign means healing is one of the largest aspects to the sign. Healing nonetheless comes with a relation to trauma being from the planet representing death itself. Life and Death go hand in hand to define each other, ya feel me.

while were on the topic of death lets bring back the parallelism between jamie and buddy thats been around since historical friction. in the play buddy is presumed dead up until william reaches beach city. ok. so hear me out. perhaps that was foreshadowing for jamie’s traumatic near death encounter with topaz and aqua. remember how I said the water element represents healing as well as trauma??? It all kinda ties in yall...

ANYWAYS It’s safe to say that Jamie is a person that’s been through his rock bottom AND trauma already (his death if you will), struggling to live a happy, or even regular (lets face it as far as we know the only thing he came back to beach city with was sunglasses, bitch was broke) life in kansas, the abduction, its not something you can heal from overnight. While he does show symptoms of severe anxiety (to say the very least) even after the abduction he’s also grown closer to working on healing, moving on from his overwhelming fear of rejection by prospering in theater (him coming back to life if u will), and as for anything directly related to the abduction is unknown, but its very likely he’s working on moving on from that on his own as far as we know!!

which brings up the next trait of a scorpion venusian! They prefer to be a mystery in order to protect themselves as a result of fear of getting hurt for trusting/opening up too much. The first time we see jamie since the abduction is during the re-election in dewey wins, where he doesn’t seem affected at all. Yes, Jamie is a pretty open book for the most part (see dewmie-in’s analogy to in/out of the closet in historical friction) however theres also moments where he limits himself, or perhaps another side to himself, a far more passionate side…

Holding back tears during his drama zone and waiting until hes alone to be excited abt delivering his letter in love letters, playing it cool when earning theater director position in historical friction, not to mention his room SHOULD play a very huge role in his secretive side. (see brodingle’s post on jamie’s room, his casual side vs his passionate side)

the venus in scorpio (or any scorpio placement rlly) also remains a secret not truly by choice, but theyre also studying others of interest. being an actor, Jamie should know a thing or two on body language and raw emotion as he sees it.

And finally, The venus is scorpio is a devoted, passionate, and emotionally attached lover. in love letters he falls for someone easily, and even if he learned in the end love at first sight isnt real he is most definitely the type to fall easily based on emotional connection alone! Also, his fear of rejection can easily play into his love life as well. Being in kansas getting constantly rejected and returning back home out of not just defeat but most likely homesickness as well. He missed his stable job. he wants stability, loyalty, commitment! yeah ok thts all i got for now ladies!

♂️♍︎ Virgo Mars ♍︎♂️

Mars being the planet of impulsiveness, energy, initiation and “doing it” being born under the sign of doing it efficiently and orderly gives a handful of traits that completely match up to Jamie and the way he puts out his energy into the world

Jamie has been the type to not just instantly put his energy into something new, but he’s also put his energy into mastering said thing! While Mars is the planet of impusiveness, Virgo is the sign of patience, the Virgo mars is a firm believer of practice makes perfect, and striving for overall perfect, which does in fact get overwhelming for Jamie the perfectionist.

In historical friction, though hesitant, he was not afraid to critique and analyze dewey’s writing skills. And although he was anxious again to go against deweys script and use pearls version instead, he went with pearls because he desperately needed to execute his first play flawlessly. this also occurs again in letters to lars, when his improv performance doesnt go as planned he doesnt just end it from there, in fact, he still has that sense of patience to critique his cast members on stage before getting completely irritated when they dont comply. imo its important to note this duality of patience and impulsiveness because this is an anxiety inducing combination that heavily matches up to Jamies energy.

it’s also important to bring Jamie’s room back in this, because while it was creepy as shit its also FILLED with books, and has really fancy stationery meaning he is in fact a writer. The Mars in Virgo is an attentive to detail oriented person, and being a writer, Jamie not only reads others’ works, he records his own with plenty of detail as seen in his love letter to garnet. Its in his nature by now to have an eye for detail as seen in his room, his costumes, his writing, etc.

Its very likely that his venus and his mars sign do sort of relate in a sense of the way he will present himself. The virgo mars wants a deep connection as the next person but refuses to express that “passionate side” as much as others, preferring to remain casual or present a “cool exterior” which plays into the venus in scorpio’s preference for a secretive side or to remain a mystery.

lets also not forget Jamie’s mime performance in Sadie’s Song. His body language easily read as excited and desperate for perfectionism. Theres no denying he spent time and energy into his act, probably studying mimes and all lol

plus the virgo mars being an attentive to detail type of person, scorpio venus’ silent study on their person of interest and libra moon’s dependance on the study of others to learn how to express emotion when and where and how all tie into each other. Jamie depends on detail before well, doing! he is the type to not just think before acting but hes also gotten quite anxious overthinking as well!

The Taurus Ascendant is a sucker for stability, loyalty, especially to their passions with change being their biggest weakness, very fitting to Jamie. Stability is what made Jamie return to beach city from Kansas because he was not used to such a drastic change in an unstable life, doing the absolute opposite of prospering in his acting career, another big desire for a taurus rising btw, they thrive for success!

They also need a sense of security and any chance at risking that security is a big no-no for the Taurus Ascendant. Jamie’s constant fear of rejection, his anxiety before a production that could make or break his career, he desires a sense of reassurance and security that will assure him that things will not turn out as horribly as his anxiety’s (cough drama zone cough) made it out to be.

⬆️♉︎ Taurus Rising ♉︎⬆️

now, in Reunited, hes completely moved on from garnet at this point. This takes places after the abduction, the only thing that would really be on his mind rn is healing and finding peace again with himself and in his surroundings. while hes handled this healing process alone (as far as we know) hes also learned about what he wants for himself including his love life. seeing garnet extremely happy and married and all makes him defeated for a moment not because “uUuuUUhH shes the one that got away!” its because he truly desires a passionate and devoted relationship as ruby and sapphires! which brings up the next topic!

In relationships, the Taurus Ascendant won't easily break up with someone they gave their heart to. Jamie wants a partner thats going to be as devoted and passionate as himself. He needs that sense of commitment and loyalty from someone and probably wouldn’t handle something as emotionless as one night stands for example! Any taurus placement has the same desires for romance as scorpio placements to be quite honest here, im just sayin as a venus in taurus and scorpio rising lmao.

🌊 Water Dominant 🌊

Ok so the thing is heres the thing. Out of all four astrological elements, Jamie exudes water energy the most, then earth, then fire, and lastly air. He’s not just an emotional person, he’s also an optimistic person, even when he overthinks things, he continuously looks into the future rather than his past so I think its important to note he also has that “psychic” aspect to him as well as having a strong sense of someone else’s emotions as much as his own.

let me also add in dewmie-in’s post where they point out tht jamie does in fact have a literal reocurring theme with water so even if he turns out to like not be a water sun sign in canon (highly doubt there will ever be a canon bday for him lmao the entire point of this post tho) theres no way hes gonna not be associated with water coincidentally. so if u didnt read their post tldr: being a fucking buffoon in the literal rain, throwing letters into the ocean, staring at the ocean on his free time, (aka during working ours, worlds okayest mailman) cries easily, buddy dying in water, jamie nearly being killed as instructed by a gem named aqua, jamie surviving in water after being THROWN off the ship. (i added a few more btw hshfhhdjd)

so yeah thats that on that, theres plenty more planet placements than that in a birth chart but i just felt like doing the usual ones i guess :P

#its literally going on 5am as i finish this #im so sorry if this is shit hsfhfnsjkf #im not what they call a writer #but i do love to talk abt things like astrology and my fave characters sjjffj

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Congratulations Sammy you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Lucinda Talkalot

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Sammy! There’s always something so exciting about having old members return to us, and you were no exception! I think I speak for all of us when I say we were thrilled to have you back with us, and you've written Lucinda in such a way that it's so easy to see your understanding of her. The way her family history and personanlity go hand in hand just shows how well you understand her, and we can't wait to see where you take her. Welcome back! *Your faceclaim change has been accepted.

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OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Sammy, She/Her, 22, CST, USA

ACTIVITY

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I used to be a member

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Remus, Neville, and Luna because they were outsiders that came into their own and found their place.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Lucinda Evangeline Talkalot.

BIRTHDAY / STAR SIGN

October 27th / Scorpio

OCCUPATION

Lucinda had wanted to sit back and be a socialite like her peers, knowing they already judged her for her blood status, but, having been raised by a single muggle mother, she didn’t have the finances to do so. Instead, she works as a potioneer while working to try out for a professional quidditch job

FACE CLAIM

Ruth Negga

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Lucinda Talkalot does exactly that, she talks a lot. She talks a big game, talks her way out of trouble, talks about anything and everything to distract from her muggle upbringing. She knew her father was a wizard, the magic flowing in the pair’s veins having been cherished before he passed away when she was nine. It was what bonded them. It was the two of them against the world.

Robert Talkalot had loved his wife and left the Wizarding World behind when they married, only keeping the barest of luxuries that magic brought with him into his new life. As such, Lucinda didn’t get the ease of magic surrounding her as a child. It was more of a gift, a quiet miracle whenever he would bless her with magic. They didn’t have much in the way of riches but they had each other and it was enough.

His kindness had bled into her and she walked through the world like a delicate flower awaiting the same in turn. School taught her much different values. People sneered when they heard her name called at Hogwarts, expecting the hat to plop her in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw because she was a half-blood whose father had scorned society for love of all things. Instead the hat saw her determination and desire to move forward. It warned the young witch that her path may be rocky but she would persevere the way a Slytherin ought to.

She clawed her way through the ranks of her house, the kindness chipping and cracking as she went. Lucinda wondered often what her father would think if he were to see her now. Would he be disappointed that she fought so hard to stay afloat among what some would call toxic peers.

Lucinda Talkalot has a bad reputation as a social climber and a wanna-be. The secret to being a social climber while also in Aversio is one she holds close to her chest. She’s self-absorbed and determined but that is just because the Wizarding World gave her a challenge and Miss Talkalot has a lot to prove.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Lucinda/Chemistry // Pansexual // Cisfemale & She/Her

Lucinda has never bothered herself with romance, always more preoccupied with keeping her head above water. She does want love but hasn’t sought it. War speeds things up after all, she might dive head-first into situations that she would have never considered before.

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

-AN AESTHETIC

-A MOCKBLOG

-EXPAND ON THE TRAITS

-A FEW HEADCANONS

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’d create a spell or potion that allows time to slow down. It’s better than a time-turner because you can just breathe for a second and get more done rather than sneaking around and repeating the day.”

♔ 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:

“In school I would have said Emma Vanity and my wand but now I suppose Sirius Black and still my wand? That bloke is fearless.”

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

“Ones that might come back to bite me in the arse later. Caramel or vanilla? No biggie. Aversio or keeping my head in the sand? Much more difficult. Hopefully this was the right choice. I honestly just don’t want to be stepped on anymore.”

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

“That I didn’t even try. Doesn’t matter what the context is, I always try.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Lucinda, fear firm in her heart, would not have jumped ship like Marlene and Ted did. Whether that fear was self-preservation from her leader or from what she believes is the lackluster behavior that the Order presents she cannot be sure. She does know, however, that she is no longer safe in the streets. A half-blood raised among those who are in power one might think she stood a chance. However, she knows more than most how bloodthirsty Slytherins could be. An excess of blood in the water creates a feeding frenzy after all.

WRITING SAMPLE

Lucinda wondered when she started caring about Marlene McKinnon. She was five years older than the redheaded witch and had paid little mind to the fate of those much younger than herself. She lived among predators and did not have the time or energy to spend outside of her own survival. This was a world where one had to fend for themselves.

Hearing the news of Marlene’s choice to help the Order left a bitter taste in her mouth and a pain in her chest, though, and she was now stuck pinpointing when that could have begun. She had tried not to get close to those around her that way, in a way that could bite her in the arse should things go south. Lucinda didn’t want to mourn, didn’t want to cry, she was strong and this was war and people die. That was just the way of their world.

“Her choice,” she muttered to herself as she paced in her flat. The pain potion she was brewing needed another hour before she could do anything else to it. “It’s not like anyone made her go over there.” A plaintive meow sounded from the next room, Lucinda’s cat Alfie must have been hungry.

“Coming,” she called as though he was another human roommate rather than her pet. She wandered out, filling the bowl on autopilot. It was while petting him absentmindedly she came to the conclusion she was blaming Marlene for her own guilt. She felt like a traitor to her house.

She’d been an intruder during her years there, a spy infiltrating the system and learning more than her classmates had bargained for. She’d lived with them, played with them, worked her arse off to prove that she was one of them and now here she was, in Aversio working so hard to dismantle what they were doing. Granted, her classmates were murdering muggle-borns and half-bloods but she found the version of herself that had wanted to be One of Them crying out from her own version of a betrayal.

When she’d made captain of the quidditch team was the hardest part of her school years. She had worked so hard to earn their trust, earn their friendship, and then had swooped the captainship out from under Emma. The pit in her stomach and icicle in her heart were reminiscent to the feeling she had when she had to face Emma at practice for the entire year.

Lucinda was self-serving and ambitious and all the things Slytherins were designed to be. The Sorting Hat was right all along.

#lsrp #hp rpg #marauders rp #lucinda talkalot #ruth megga fc

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comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog · 6 years

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Kenny McCormick

Oh my god, they brought Kenny back! You bastard! Kenny has been accepted! Please submit your blog and a faceclaim to be featured on the main blog!

Name/Alias: Kit / Java Pronouns: They / Them Age: 20 Join Our Discord: Yes Timezone: EST USA Activity: 7-8 Triggers: Uhh…not much really offends me Password: Watersports Character that you’re applying for: Kenny McCormick Favourite ships for your character: Bunny

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Full name: Kenneth “Kenny” McCormick Birthday: March 22 Sexuality, gender, pronouns: He/Him, Genderfluid Pansexual Age and grade: (They main cast is in senior year, so about 17 or 18)(Going with this one) Appearance: Kenny is pretty rugged but is usually seen as the “pretty boy” by his class mates due to a bit of feminine behavior. Tends to wear black eyeliner because it brings out his “blue eyes” that everyone insists are some shade of purple. Keeps his hair on the long side due to Karen’s influence saying it makes him look like a “pretty princess”, he’s pretty tall probably the tallest of the boys in class and with a slight muscular build due to enjoying activities like basketball and kickboxing in his spare time, -not to mention his vigilante activities- has some minor scars from past accidents he didn’t just outright die from, as well as having a history of self harming behavior he’s trying to put an end to. Also has the cutest damn tooth gap + freckles in the history of forever. Personality: Kenny is friends with everyone in town, he’s known to be very open and accepting of other peoples choices whether it’s religion, gender, or sexuality. Kind hearted he does not tolerate other people being bullies.Altruistic in the way he would actively -and has- put himself in harms way to protect his friends and family. He’s also a huge pervert and is in no way shy about it, although sometimes he makes people uncomfortable so is always sure to back off if someone seems to be taking it the wrong way or finds it offensive. Not much of a guy who gets in fights but God help you if you piss him off, Kenny is pretty hard to get angry but if you were to hurt someone he cares about you might want to run. Also a huge lover, you sad? you alone? he will be out there in five minutes to give you a hug, he will 100% support you and be there for you with icecream and blankets. History: Kenny was born and raised in South Park, not really much to travel due to the lack of expendable income, he’s basically worked his entire life in some way or another to make sure that even if his parent’s can’t provide that Karen and Kevin get something to eat, sometimes going as far as not eating since he knows in the worst case scenario, he’ll come back, but they wont. However this has taken a toll on him over the years, knowing that at any minute something terrible could happen and result in his eventual death haunts him pretty badly, in some ways he kind of hopes that it’ll be the last time this happens. It’s hard for him to really get close to people because of this, he’s not sure if the hardest part is actually dying, or watching the people he loves watch him with horror as it happens over and over again. He tries to stay positive though and has become determined to do something with his life, even if it might be hard and unpredictable. A modest job and a modest life is all he’s really looking for, maybe someday move out of the hell hole that is South Park, or maybe just get through school, pick up a trade, and provide for whatever family he has later in life. Even if the future isn’t as bright as it could be he really wants to make the best of it. Hopefully he won’t have to do it alone. Sample paragraph: Kenny looked down at his watch tapping his foot almost in rhythm of the ticking hands, it was nearly 3:00, any moment now Butters should be getting out of his classes, unless he had practice today, shit, did he? Kenny shook his head and took a long drag on his cigarette before tossing it out of the window. Leaning back and blowing out a billow of smoke he reached into his pocket to check his phone for any updates. Nothing, oh well. Worst case scenario he’d be waiting for an hour or two but still be able to pick Butters up to give him a ride home, best case scenario they could spend a little time together before anyone noticed they were missing. Kenny laughed to himself, yeah that would be fun, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It was a school night after all. Headcanons: I personally like the headcanon @sleepypigeons wrote about Kenny having D.I.D, I also headcanon that due to his disassociation he occasionally self harms to in a way check if he’s alive or not by whether or not he feels pain. Anything else: Listen, I am labeled an edgelord by every server I’ve ever been a part of because I make people cry due to feels from my art work to stories, so be forewarned I intend to get deep and emotional :D

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Welcome to Among Us, MICAH! PERCY JACKSON ( with the faceclaim of TYLER POSEY ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS AND CAMP HALF-BLOOD, where we hope HE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!

It was probably a good thing that Percy’s ethnicity was never specified in the books, because all the admins were very keen on having a POC!Percy. We all agreed that Percy had this certain troublemaker-in-hiding, mischievous look that he shares with Tyler Posey, so you did good on the faceclaim choice. On the subject of the application itself, we all loved it. It felt like this Percy was more in-character than the Heroes of Olympus series (compared to the original ones), and we got to see all the parts of him that we loved: Percy completely done with fighting, Percy still completely in love with Annabeth ( but not so intensely mentioned that it overshadows important points in this audition), Percy as a good friend: we got it all. The little headcanons you’ve put in are also very IC, and we’re overall just very excited to have you around.

AND YOU ARE…?

What is your full name, and when were you born?

My full name is Perseus Jackson. But no one calls me Perseus, like, not even my mom. You can just call me Percy. As for my birthday? I was born on August the 18th, 1993.

Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.

I’m a son of Poseidon.

Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?

It is a combination of both. I live in Camp Half Blood and New Athens, Especially in the summer because I’m a cabin counsellor so I’ve got to be around during the summer. But when everything gets quiet during the rest of the year – or at least when it used to get quiet during the rest of the year – I go back to New Athens to study. But I guess with the recall it is gonna have to be a balancing act.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)

I’m Mexican American, third generation. My mom’s parents moved to Texas when she was a kid and then they moved to New York. Apparently I’ve still got a whole other side of the family down south, but I’ve never met any of them.

I speak fluent Spanish, it is pretty much my mother tongue. Gabe hated it when we talked Spanish around him, but when it was just me and mom it was our preferred method of communication and now that he is gone we talk in it all the time. Hell Paul has even learned Spanish so that he can join in.

After the Titan wars and the war with the Giants and then that whole period where Apollo became human, well somehow I managed to get through to college at New Rome.

I majored in Biology and I joined their swim team because it gave me a scholarship and let’s be honest, I kinda had a pretty unfair advantage.

Other than that the other big thing is that I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD. I guess that fighting in two wars before you turn 18 really fucks you up. I’m working through it as best I can right now, Dad and Rachel both hooked me up with a great therapist who has really helped me out. Or at least I think she helps.

I’m not doing great with the recall thing, I really miss my family, but I don’t get to see mom or Paul or anyone because of the recall. I skype them a lot, but it just isn’t the same y’know?

(So I’m not gonna actively diverge from any of the book canon, I’m just going to build on it a bit, for example Percy’s ethnicity is never extensively discussed, so I develop that a lot more)

What were you doing prior to The Recall?

Surviving? I guess?

I mean, not really, I was surviving, but that is just a regular demigod sort of thing. I was studying. I graduated from New Rome University last year, so now I’m trying to do a masters that would allow me to do some work with marine life, but the recall kind of ruined that.

Other than college, I was looking into what I’d do after college, I’d even gotten a few jobs that I was interested in.

SHOWTIME!

If there was one thing that you had to give a therapist, it was that they definitely had the money to buy nice sofas. You could literally feel how much it had cost, just from running your fingers over the leather. He could feel the expensive leather as he nervously ran his fingers up and down the arms of the chair he was sat in.

It was funny, normally he wouldn��t be nervous. He had fought people who were literally twice his size. He could leap off of a hundred-foot-high cliff into a pool of water without his heart skipping a beat. Yet usually the only thing that made him nervous was Annabeth. When he had done something to piss her off, she would give him one of her trademarked glares that made you think she could see right into your soul, with those stormy grey eyes of hers. Well it was enough to make anyone’s stomach turn. But for Percy it was enough to send him running for the hills.

The key to avoiding the glare was to avoid fucking up too royally. Usually he could manage it. But sometimes he had to hide at the bottom of the lake.

Yet today, he wasn’t nervous about the stare of Annabeth, it was the stare of his therapist. She was an incredibly thin lady. Percy couldn’t help but notice every single bone in her face. Prominent cheek bones, a jawline that supermodels would envy and slightly sunken eyes. She seemed to be a stern individual, however the way she looked at him, staring at him over the rim of her golden wire glasses, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was reading him like a book.

Dr. Arkwright had been suggested to him by Rachel Dare, a good friend of his, apparently she had helped her through a number of issues and was uniquely talented at her job in her own special way. If Rachel swore by her then that was enough for Percy.

“Percy,” she said in a quiet voice, “I know this is our first session, so there is on no pressure for you to open up right away…” she trailed off, her eyes never wavering from him.

He had been to other therapists before, but they had been mortal, unable to see through the mist or understand what it was that he had been through. They had tried to help him, but with everything he had been through, he hadn’t been able to be helped. Not until now, at least, that was what he hoped. The trick to this was that his therapist was a demigod. A daughter of Apollo, cabin counsellor in her day, though that was a long while ago.

She had started out working in New York, but after the recall she’d moved her office to New Athens. Percy guessed that Demigods seemed to need therapy too.

“… but this will only work if we can develop a relationship of trust, I can’t help you if you don’t let me help you.”

He took a deep shuddering breath and looked away from his hand, meeting people was an easy task, he could deal with that, but it was different when it came to this woman.

Meeting her eyes wasn’t easy, but he forced himself to do so.

“I don’t even really know where to start,” he admitted, biting his lip gently as his sentence ended.

“Just from the beginning perhaps,” she replied.

“The beginning of what?” he replied, perhaps a little too sharply, “My life? Or just specifically falling into Tartarus, or the fact that I’ve been all but a child soldier since I was twelve, gods that is ten years…” he said, more to himself than to her.

“Wherever you feel comfortable,” she said quietly, she didn’t seem startled by his revelation or his little outburst.

Falling silent again he sat there and shifted in his seat, that was a problem with his ADHD, sitting still drove him insane. He had never been good at it, maybe that was one of the reason he’d always done so badly in class. He couldn’t sit still. So he stood up, and walked to the window. Staring out into the city of New York he thought about what it would be like to be stood out there, rather than in here. He stared at the cabs and the pedestrians on the streets.

Sighing he ran his fingers over the curtains that were at the edge of the window, even this material felt expensive.

“I guess,” he sighed and tapped his fingers against the glass, leaving little finger marks on it, “I guess the best place to start would be with my childhood…”

There was a sudden binging that interrupted his line of thought, reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and stared at it.

“Monster attack, need ur help, Annabeth.”

“I’m really sorry,” he said, turning to the therapist, “but I’ve got to go, duty calls.” He said wiggling his phone and grabbing Riptide from his pocket.

He turned and strode from the room, his heart thumping in his chest. This therapy thing was hard.

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