#EVERYONE GETS A DOCTORATE/MASTERS/PROFESSOR TRAIT!!

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Çaycı! Bi tane Natural söyle abime! Bir de Doctorate/Masters/Professor karışık getir yanında

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@tiimecrash continue from here (Legacy Post during that time)

Sola looked to her partner with a thoughtful expression, soaking up all she could muster from him. He had a lot of extra emotional baggage to him ( as he always had ) and she could only partly sympathize with Koschei in that way. She was not driven to extremes like he was, nor did she openly enjoy harming people. She was quite his opposite in that regard. Even opposite to Theta in a way. She was more gracious, kind, and a tiny bit submissive. However, she could hold her own. She had been for many many years during her travels without both the Master and the Doctor about. She was her own being and could move about freely. Yet something about her didn’t like being parted with Koschei ( in any regenerations ). Something always called her to him, like a ticking clock. A reminder that he was there in her own timestream. At first, she didn’t realize it and it took her a long while to put everything in place with the old war relic’s plan all along. She prided herself on being his chosen assistant. That the old man picked her out of all the beings known to the universe that she alone would help him. How? That part she wasn’t so sure of. All in due time, would she extract Koschei’s plans ( knowing it would take a very long time ). For know, best to play the fool.

Featherine Augustus was a different subject. She only was scratching the surface of that being within her beloved Koschei and Theta ( and to a lesser extent, another very dear companion ). That witch as everyone called her. Sola on the other hand thought of her as stranger. A stranger watching and lurking around her without actually influencing her directly. A bystander in a sense to the Professor’s timestream. Yes, Koschei had done what he had promised to the Time Lady all along: keep her safe. The old war relic had done so for a long long time while they were stuck as a married human couple. Even before that, he protected her in his own way. She knew of his travels as her beloved Maxil as well. a secret she would keep him from knowing. Yet, was the witch aware of that as well? Was this Featherine observing her through her connections to Theta and Koschei? She could sense something was off and knew it was that witch.

“I do know that one of your strongest traits is patience, Koschei. You boast about it and I’ve seen it plenty of times. I on the other hand — I’m not so patient. I wait and wait, but just get irritated with uncertainty. Suppose I’m more the worrier.” a soft frown grew on her lips. She was more human than she realized and something about losing her identity as a Time Lord scared her. She never wanted to forget her race, her culture, herself to the humans she had been living amongst for so long. She knew he would hate for her to be oblivious to her true self. Solasudordax of Gallifrey. She thought he’d find her not useful anymore if she wasn’t her true self. The one her ( as Maxil ) knew. Ah, the subject of Maxil was such a secretive thing. Was this blonde regeneration aware of him? She didn’t think he was and did not really speak about him.

Sola took a breath and tilted her head, thinking long and hard over everything. It seemed like there were a million thoughts ( and mixed memories ) being jarred around inside her head. “Oh? I am?” Another long pause as he explained himself. A small smile was exposed, now glancing to the ground before back up to him. Her confidence seemed to have came back once again. Headstrong but cautious is what Sola was. Outgoing – but quiet. An enigma wrapped up in an awkward body. “You’ve proved enough to me from the beginning, you know. I think I am the one that needs to prove how helpful and needed I am to you. I don’t want to bore any of you. I know some of you think I’m rather — what’s the word — odd.” She was determined to prove to Koschei ( in all forms ) that she was an anchor to him. That he needed her. Sola knew from the old war relic’s meddling with her personal timeline that she was needed ( at-least by him ) and this variant – was wanting to prove to her that she was. It was a match.

“The old man has patients – but it runs very thin with himself.” she half joked. It was true,  the ( War ) Master didn’t care much for any of his other variants. Sola had heard him complain once or twice about them. Shaking her head, she snickered softly. “Then you run the business. Sell the wine. Make the money and let the old man have his agriculture and happy retirement. Let me tend to the gardens and to everything else. The old man can keep our illusion of our peaceful, calm, and protected space. All while you make it even better.” Yes, she was feeding his ego. She knew Koschei ( in any forms she met ) liked that. Though, the old man would probably be upset with her over enjoying his younger blonde variant being here. It was a needed change of pace and for some reason, Sola figured the Master knew it from the begining. She assumed he was always three steps ahead of her in thinking. Yet, the old man was so — cold and asserted over his blonde self. She didn’t understand why. Maybe that was because she was still in her original form? She never experience regenerating before. She came close once or twice, but change was something that confused ( and scared her ).

That  incarnation,  in  front  of  Sola,  always  had  that  terrible  flaw  to  ended  up  thoughtful  in  one  way  or  another.  He  had  been  the  one  most  likely  pulling  her  behind,  partially  bring  her  within  his  emotional  struggles  back  in  the  Valiant  ---  when  he  was  playing  another  game  each  day  inside  that  chessboard,  when  he  was  an  unwanted  player  of  something  he  didn't  have  neither  the  knoweldge  neither  the  control,  associated  to  that  dreadful  bad  sentiment  in  middle  of  an  paradox  he  did  started  to  begin  with.  When  he  had  been  unable,  with  the  remnant  of  an  future  humanity  within  his  hands,  totally  dehumanized  and  totally  within  his  control,  to  facing  otherwise  dehumanized  beings  who  admired  every  one  of  his  moves  with  mockery  !  Back  into  an  time  when  he  had  made  another  kind  of  arrangement,  inside  another  period  when  he  eventually  sold  his  own  survival  towards  an  particular  price  ---  Long  before  losing  every  degree  of  his  sanity  for  the  monster  who  had  becoming  Theta.  Long  before  finding  himself  disillusioned  in  front  of  that  tenth  incarnation  of  his  old  friend  who  wasn't  the  Time  Lord  he  had  been.  Long  before  he  faced  himself  the  witches  realm  with  dear  Lady  Bernkastel,  an  detestable  presence  which  continually  made  fun  of  his  place  as  amateur  in  this  horrible  world.  Long  before  been  trapped  within  an  closed  room  ---  when  he  might  lose  it  an  second  time  when  Theta  would  have  to  explain  to  Sola  that  one  period�� when  his  incarnation  had  been  inexplicably  away  for  a  long  time,  considering  he  had  been  beautifully  trapped  within  an  room,  when  he  had  desperately  trying  to  get  out  with  this  damn  chain  that  had  haunted  him  for  hours  !  ---  when  on  that  one,  he  didn't  even  controlled  the  moment  he  had  managed  to  get  out,  for  be  all  part  of  the  experience,  for  be  all  part  of  the  importance  of  logic,  for  be  all  part  of  how  nice  that  punishement  was  !  Even  meanwhile  he  was  slowly  embracing  his  new  alias,  he  noticed  at  once  when  such  features  born  upon  his  wife  face.  If  with  the  old  relic  she  had  been  an  prized  assistant  in  which  the  Doctor  on  that  time  had  desired  protecting  her  though  his  comfort  ---  maybe  the  poor  incarnation  of  the  Doctor  could  blaming  himself  on  that  part,  since  they  will  cross  path  but  not  in  an  kind  and  friendly  way  since  the  Time  War  had  been  an  veil  of  opportunities  until  he  had  that  survival  instinct  to  run  for  survive  !  ---  she  had  been  an  partner  with  his  incarnation.  He  migth  let  her  on  the  dark  over  some  particular  issues  related  to  Theta  mostly  or  even  how  he  got  little  chat  with  Philip  Butler  for  his  biggest  misfortune  or  even  how  he  had  been  trying  to  hope  something  with  that  tenth  Doctor's  incarnation  ---  she  had  been  the  person  besides  Theta  to  welcoming  his  emotions  and  his  aspirations,  and  let  him  be  influenced.  He  would  love  priding  Theta  about  how  much  he  had  been  an  influence  in  middle  of  the  Academy  so  much  he  had  been  troublesome  ---  and  learned  fast---  nevertheless  he  was  the  one,  tragically,  would  have  to influence  an  witch  !

Featherine  Augustus  Aurora  was  another  topic  in  which  Sola  would  have  to  embracing  reality.  He  won't  have  beliving  it  if  someone  would  have  bring  the  memo  than  someday  generous  Time  Lord  called  the  Doctor  would  simply  stole  the  title  of  an  best  friend  he  left  die  within  consciousness  and  be  an  wonderful  monster  deciding  what  he  wanted  with  the  timelines.  Interfering  in  a  much  more  threatened  way  than  even  his  lack  of  interferences  had  immediate  consequences  !  Considering  his  own  species  had  people  who  had  learn  nothing  of  Time  !  Featherine  desired  the  same  protection  he  had  been  offering  to  Sola  ---  hence  she  was  manipulating  him  to  get  what  she  wanted,  for  be  truthfully  honest  over  how  it  happened,  since  he  let  that  eight  incarnation  doing  that  move,  he  let  moments  of  that  tenth  incarnation  HAPPENING,  even  let  him  temporary  win  for  better  taking  over  everything  in  an  higher  scale  ---  nevertheless  remained  in  the  shadows  and  claimed  her  differently.  Right  now,  how  she  claimed  her  differing  of  the  pleasant  prison  inside  his  timeline  was  pretty  much  relative.  Sola  was  allowed  to  be  free,  to  exploring  all  timeline  she  wanted,  to  pass  all  her  time  as  she  desired.  He  was  controlled,  he  could  be  pulled  inside  an  metaphoric  prison  any  time  when  no  one  would  heard  him,  he  was  observed  unless  when  he  found  manners  to  escape  it,  and  as  much  he  could  considering  himself  free  of  moves  thanks  to  his  TARDIS  given  by  his  best  enemy,  he  stayed  tracked.  If  he  was  showing  off  too  much  he  was  the  Master,  he  was  in  trouble.  If  he  was  waiting  alone  for  an  miracle  for  have  the  Doctor  back,  nothing  at  all  will  happened  for  that  wish.  Annoying  Theta  had  turned  something  important  to  his  being,  regardless  how  Theta  returned  the  feelings,  at  least,  that  blonde  fifth  incarnation,  by  trapping  him  somewhere.  He  could  do  something  on  the  tenth,  but  for  that,  he  would  need  to  be  SAW.  As  the  presence  who  remained  at  his  side,  as  the  remnant  of  an  past  ---  forced  to  be  the  one  doing  what  the tenth begged …

Inside  that  bubble  timeline,  Featherine  was  the  person  he  wanted  to  think  the  less.  Removing  fully  Theta  on  his  head  ---  something  he  never  managed  to  do  in  centuries  of  existence,  countless  incarnations  in  which  of  course  he  had  to  bring  his  presence  to  Theta  ---  was  an  difficult  exercice,  as  in  some  manner,  he  was  give  up  something  to  become  stronger  later.  Inside  another  possibility,  he  could  get  Theta  ---  as  the  Doctor  ---  and  Sola  together.  Current  reality  pushed  him  to  pick  Sola  as  his  good  happy  ending,  and  concerning  Theta,  their  galactic  fight  would  take  on  another  meaning,  another  level,  and  another  degree  of  disagreement.  He  coudn't  blaming  his  old  friend  concerning  an  old  promise  though  ---  he  got  to  walking  around  the  stars  with  an  witch,  even  though  his  position  in  the  universe  had  been  pretty  much  stolen.  Some  possibilities  didn't  wanted  to  be  thought  about.  The  Doctor  crossed  path  with  old  friends  of  the  Deca  before,  and  since  his  life  was  threatened  by  influence  on  the  Time  War,  he  wondered  what  kind  of  things  he  could  do  to  his  other  friends.  Using  the  Rani  within  her  experiments  by  becoming  another  experiment,  when  pleasant  MIB  would  touching  delicate  points  in  same  manner  than  him  ?  Offering  to  the  Monk  an  proposition  he  couldn't  refuse  ?  Becoming  an  somber  presence  behind  the  War  Chief,  for  influencing  him  in  another  manner  ?  It  was  on  his  fault  to  never  pondered  too  much  about  positions  of  his  old  friends  since  Theta  becoming  pretty  much  his  single  obsessionby  fucking  up  his  life  !  He  wouldn't  never  imagined  Theta  would  pretty  much  USING  his  friends  as  temporal  experiences as  they  were  toys  !

Compliment  was  really  appreciated.  ❝  Patience  had  been  something  I  have  to  learn  quite  early.  ❞  Built  entire  medding  around  the  Doctor,  since  the  beginning,  since  their  first  reunion,  had  been  something  taking  time,  and  he  rarely  enjoyed  the  Doctor's  presence  as  much  as  he  wanted.  Body  he  had  during  that  blonde  fifth  face  had  been  the  worst  concerning  his  patience.  Every  time,  he  had  to  escaping  an  prison.  Every  time,  he  had  been  fooled  around.  Every  time,  he  had  to  found  an  way  out  of  the  place  he  had  been  brought,  minus  than  one  time  when  Featherine  did  nothing  to  removing  him  of  that  fire  when  all  time  before  he  always  had  been  an  helpful  presence.  He  expressed  Featherine  because  it  had  been  Featherine  ---  aware  of  the  gesture.  Letting  the  script  of  the  timeline  happening.  Letting  his  inexistence  within  that  timeline.  ❝  It  wasn't  like  I  had  a  choice  by  moments.  Without  patience,  nothing  would  have  change.  I  could  have  been  frustrated  I  wanted,  nothing  will  change  of  circumstances  I  was  trapped  in.  ❞  Quality  he  had  been  forced  to  expanding  beyond  anything  else.  If  he  wanted  found  back  the  Doctor  one  day,  he  better  have  to  be  patient.  If  he  wanted  his  miracle  happening,  he  better  have  to  be  patient.  If  he  wanted  showed  his  worth  to  Philip  Butler,  he  better  have  to  be  patient.  ❝  Mh.  You  have  been  spared  a  lot  by  the  travels  you  had  been  doing.  When  everything  is  gentle  with  you,  you  are  used  to  that  kind  of  peaceful  run  of  circumstances.  ❞  He  noticed  slowly  playfully.  She  had  been  human  for  too  long  she  probably  thought  herself  human.  It  was  something  he  understood,  regardless  if  he  was  too  much  Time  Lord  for  get  it  all  ---  since  he  didn't  care  about  them,  compared  to  Theta  and  Sola  ---  though  was  respecteful  over  how  she  needed  landmarks.  Theta  was  beyond  an  Time  Lord  now  since  an  witch,  and  him  represented the  meaning of  an  Time  Lord.

He  nodded  as  she  asked  an  confirmation.  She  had  been  influencing  his  path  more  he  could  tell.  She  had  been  the  meaning  of  an  happiness  he  never  thought  he  would  get  one  day  or  never  imagined  he  was  able  to  care  so  much  over  someone  regardless  how  horrible  he  was.  ❝  It  would  be  tragic  if  the  Master  would  have  to  prove  something  to  the  world.  ❞  He  commented  slowly.  For  little  seconds,  he  preferred  pushed  behind  he  had  to  prove  himself  in  front  of  an  witch.  For  little  seconds,  he  preferred  pushed  behind  how  he  had  to  show  to  timelines  altogether,  to  universes,  to  everyone,  the  Master  was  an  title  meaning  something  when  hold  by  him.  ❝  You  met  me  when  I  had  enough  showing  my  abilities,  and  these  abilities  were  needed.  ❞  He  recalled  slowly,  though  following  laugh  welcomed  the  rest  of  her  sentences.  ❝  You're  not  boring~  I  have  yet  to  prove  myself  as  how,  as  Baxter Lloyd,  simple  man  in  holidays,  I  can  be  amazing~  I  know  with  me  at  your  side,  showing  off  is  quite  difficult  since  it's  my  thing,  but  for  sure,  you  showed  how  competent  you  are  and  will  surely  inscreasing  that  as  time  move  on.  ❞  He  reassured.  There  was  another  laugh.  ❝  Odd  isn't  the  word  I  would  use.  Human,  as  an  reproach.  Human,  as  an  compliment.  ❞  He  nuanced  slowly.  ❝  An  notion  you  know  my  mind  quite  don't  know.  ❞  He  despised  his  former  incarnation  for  quite  that  notion  to  had  touched  human  layers,  regardless  if  in  exchange,  he  became  that  charming  and  emotional  Time  Lord  he  had  becoming.  Extremist  in  every  way  but  clearly  sentimental,  where  he  could  still  laugh  at  the  irony  that  he  was  the  more  humanized  compared  to  Featherine  !  Within  his  expression,  he  understood  her  need  to  prove  herself.  He  understood  her  need  to  showing  how  much  he  neded  her.  He  needed  her.  It  was  an  statement.  He  needed  her,  so  she  could  do  whatever  she  wanted, he will support her.

Another  laugh  followed.  ❝  A  family  reunion  with  myself  would  end  in  massacre.  I'm  very  lucky  that  this  old  crouton  has  put  up  with  me  for  a  long  time  now.  ❞  He  joked  back.  Insults  naturally  showing  up  when  it  was  about  other  incarnations  concerning  himself,  hence  he  had  no  doubts  the  old  man  cannot  resist  one  or  two  during  his  absence.  He  couldn't  handle  himself.  It  was  just  the  way  it  was.  Maybe  that  rule  could  be  broke  for  the  poor  boy  he  had  been  at  the  Academy,  unaware  about  how  eventful  and  difficult  the  rest  of  his  life  will  be  but  well  ---  even  to  that  version  of  himself,  he  wanted  proving  a  miracle  could  be  made,  past  moments  could  be  relived.  As  nothing  happened  between  him  and  Theta,  as  nothing  happened  when  an  murder  happened,  as  nothing  happened  when  Theta  left  him  behind  afterwards  be  reason  of  murders  of  two  of  their  friends  already  with  the  Celestial  Toymaker,  as  nothing  will  broke  their  closeness  …  Hence,  his  expression  reached  another  dimension  of  interest  in  front  of  Sola  sentences.  How  an  amazing  flattered  smile  born  within  his  expression.  ❝  You're  right.  ❞  He  expressed  with  an  smirk  as  it  could  making  it  an  pure  reality.  ❝  Without  me,  the  business  isn't  going  to  get  far,  so  I  have  just  to  embrace  everything  as  much  I  wanted  to  do  since  the  beginning.  Be  the  one  ruling  and  let  the  old  man  enjoying  the  tranquility.  ❞  It  was  also  part  of  his  plans.  The  old  man  needed  to  remain  protected  and  ignorant  of  his  problems  with  Featherine  for  get  things  done.  ❝  Though  I  will  enjoy  the  tranquility  too,  on  my  own  manner,  with  more  dynamism.  I  have  handled  other  matters  heavier  than  that  so  everyone  will  worship  us~  Do  you  know  how  much  I  love  you~  ?  ❞  He  smirked  as  watching  her.

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Hello Mistress! Whenever anything Scarecrow related comes up I tend to seek out your view of things, I recently started the Rogues podcast, and was really excited to see they gave Scarecrow a southern accent. I saw though that you’re not partial to him having one, and while I get your point he doesn’t want to be associated with his hated home or being uneducated, isn’t that the whole point of his scarecrow persona? He becomes an exaggerated symbol of the hate everyone has for him. He exemplifies the traits he has been abused for and uses that against others. Using his scarecrow like appearance to scare people. I would definitely imagine a Jonathan new to Gotham would hide his accent while working as a professor or doctor (depending on version) for your exact reasoning, but after becoming the Scarecrow wouldn’t the accent only add to his persona? That was my thought anyway, I’d love to know if you have any further thoughts on the matter.

Hi anon, thanks for the ask!

To be truthful, I don't actually hate the idea of his accent any more. The thing is, when I started this blog I was very pro canon, with headcanons getting as close to canon as I could. Back in 2015ish, people would make lots of...unsavory jokes about his accent in the fandom. Which, was never even a thing in the comic. (Of course, it's kind of in how you read it, he would definitely have an accent it's just not easy to write it out for a comic)

All of that sorta put me off the idea of him having an accent, or at the very least hiding it as you said, to avoid the uneducated stereotype. And you're right, I definitely think he'd play ham into the accent if it benefited him but this Jonathan Crane, bullied relentlessly. In Masters of Fear, he's compared to Ichabod Crane, who he comes to hate. So, using Year One as an example, I'm sure he hated being mocked for something he couldn't control. And what is this Crane focus on? That's right, control. That's why he typically hides the accent.

ANYWAY, time passed and I grew as a person and also less "canon compliant" as did a lot of the fandom, I saw less stereotypes and more people having good fun. No one was getting their feelings hurt.

I started to really like the idea of him having an accent, and even made southern style jokes about it. I still hold onto the idea that he hides it in certain situations, but perhaps lets it go when around people he trusts not to mock him. Also, as Scarecrow he definitively plays into the accent.

As an aside, Rogues! Crane is a great example of the accent done right.

I hope this sorta explains things for you, it's been a long time since accent discourse in the fandom so I hope this doesn't start anything. I really have come to enjoy the headcanon and all those who embrace it within their respective versions of Scarecrow.

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ok take all of this w a grain of salt bc im typing w my eyes closed and my brain scrambled but as we all know i have a ton of opinions about doctor who and i will subject you to them or die trying

like the thing is. the doctor isnt special bc hes smart. hes not special bc hes clever or mysterious. he has advantages over ordinary humans bc he has alien knowledge and he has the time and space travel and regeneration and all that. but those advantages dont make him any better than them, fundamentally, and he knows that, and thats the core of his character. thats why the master, one of his greatest recurring antagonists and narrative foils, firmly believes that humans should be subjugated under time lords.

what makes the doctor special is how much he cares about people. what makes him special is that he uses his advantages to save people and to help people and to meet people bc he likes people. he loves people. thats the POINT. and ik this started as a rant about that one line from evangelista but it was always a rant about how that one line is indicative of everything thats wrong w moffat.

and i just think its funny that those two moffat eps (which are, on the whole, really good eps. but still Moffat Eps) are followed immediately by midnight, which is not only one of the best eps of the entire show, but specifically really really good at that human element that moffat just keeps missing. bc what gets to all those people, what worms its way into their brains, is just fear and ego and pride and letting their differences divide them.

like, professor hobbes is the perfect example of someone who thinks hes better than other people bc of how smart and learned he is. and the ep makes it very clear that this is asshole behavior on his part and not a good trait to have. and when the doctor does try to "pull rank" so to speak, he is doing it bc he genuinely has the best chance of actually solving the problem, and bc hes panicking a little bit himself. and they dont listen to him bc they think that hes acting superior, but hes not. hes not just arbitrarily deciding that hes in charge bc hes smarter than them, hes saying that he has the experience and the ability to figure out whats going on.

and the thing is, the humans on that bus dont have the experience, but they have deductive reasoning (actual regular ass deductive reasoning, not bbc sherlock deductive reasoning) and they are able to figure it out, given all the preceding events and everything the doctor said. after it gets to the doctor, after hes out of commission, dee dee and the hostess both see the truth and try to tell everyone else whats going on, and theyre only unable to convince them bc everyones too worked up and scared. also theyre both black women but i think im not gonna give the show enough credit to say they were making a Statement with that.

anyway silence in the library/forest of the dead is a fantastic story, really, i love those two eps, but there are flaws, and i think all of those flaws are moffat-typical flaws. its a decent group of people, but not a great one; the one-off characters are. how do i put this. theres some nuance, but theyre not necessarily complex. and their lives mean very little, and their deaths mean even less (which is a thing that moffat does).

to the doctor its a big deal, and to river its a big deal, but to the audience? maybe this is just me, but i didnt really feel anything for any of them except at the most emotional moments (evangelista as a data ghost, and anita asking the doctor for reassurance). i feel sympathy for them when theyre dying horribly, but thats it.

contrast that with midnight, which has a brilliant cast of characters where every person is a person. where the most devastating moment is when they realize that none of them know the name of the woman who sacrificed herself to save all of their lives. where i feel connected to several characters and their journeys and their personalities, not just bc theyre in mortal danger, but bc theyre good characters. where i can understand all of their strong emotions and how that leads to their morally questionable decisions.

basically, if i may be permitted an oversimplification, midnight is an episode that illustrates what would and should happen if people responded realistically in a situation where everyone is in danger and confused and scared. moffat had some of that with lux, some of that instinctual push back against the doctors assumed authority, but it was bc lux himself had personal demons, not bc thats just how a human being reacts in a situation like that. bc moffat has trouble conceptualizing characters who dont see the doctor as some mysterious magic guy with all the power and knowledge.

its like. you know that scene in the impossible planet, where the doctor is like "yeah but you trust me dont you? go on look me in the eye. yes you do, i can see it. trust." and zach agrees to let him go bc frankly zach doesnt have much of an ego and zach is a really good guy, and the doctor isnt trying to take control hes offering to help, and most importantly, zach is desperate and working with a skeleton crew where everyone who hasnt died already is in danger of doing so very soon.

so like, yeah, theres something to be said for the doctors ability to use clever words to manipulate people into letting him help. theres a lot to be said for the fact that he often cant get people to trust him unless he flat out lies to them, bc the truth is so fantastical. and when it comes down to the big moments, like that little speech he gives in voyage of the damned, people are either going to believe him and trust that he knows what hes doing or theyre not. and obviously i dont have any real statistics to back this up but i think moffat has a really hard time writing characters who dont believe the doctor and trust him. and when he does write those characters, he likes to humble them by showing off how brilliant and clever the doctor is, rather than admitting that trusting the doctor is realistically the harder option for most people.

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Really Random Legacy

Really Random Legacy

Hi! I know this is a cc finds tumblr but I made this challenge today and I decided to show it. It is a five generation legacy but im willing to write five more gens. This challenge was inspired by the not so berry challenge but has nothing to do with berry sims! If you like this challenge let me know!

Really Random Legacy By TheMintPlumbob

Rules:

Have Normal Lifespan

You can use money cheats, except for gen 1

Can live wherever unless stated in rules

You can have pets, but there not required

You can adopt the heirs for the next generation

Gen 1:

You are a sim who has always loved writing. You want to be a bestselling author, but you are erratic so you get distracted. You try to cope with this by meditating and doing yoga. You have 2 children and try and spend as much time as you can with them, but also make a lot of time for your spouse, career, and hobbies. You don't have a lot of friends but you have your two besties that you’ve been friends with since you were a young adult.

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Career: Writer ( Author Branch)

Traits: Erratic, Family Oriented, Bookworm

Complete Best Selling Author Aspiration and reach level 10 of writer career

Have two kids

Master the writing and wellness skill

Besides spouse and kids, only have two best friends

Gen 2:

You had very supportive parents who always told you to follow your dreams but you don't know what your dream is. You know you want kids so you try babysitting as a teen, but don’t really like it. Then as a young adult, you try being an athlete because you were always athletic, but it doesn't feel right. So as an adult,  you finally find your passion as a secret agent. You have only one child by accident because you were always focused on work but you put all the effort you can into raising your child while trying to also be the life of the party.

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Babysitter, Athlete, Secret Agent

Traits: Non-Committal, Ambitious, Outgoing

Complete the party animal aspiration

Get to level 5 of the athlete career before quitting

Get to level 7 of the secret agent career

Only have one kid

Master the comedy skill

Never get married

Have at least one party a week

Gen 3:

You were only raised by one parent who was so busy that they never had time for you. You promised yourself that you would never raise your kids like that. In fact, you try and put everything into raising your kids. But as a teenager, you got into baking. You decide that you want to run a successful bakery and be a super parent. You have 4 kids and love them all equally. Even though you spend most of your time baking or with your kids, you still make time for your small friend group that have had since being a child.

Aspiration: Super Parent

Career: None just own a bakery

Traits: Foodie, Family Oriented, Neat

Complete the super parent aspiration

Run a successful bakery

Have 4 kids

Master the baking and parenting skills

Have four besties that you’ve had since you were a child

Gen 4:

You were raised by the best parents who accepted you no matter what. You spend a lot of time in your career as a tech guru that you don't think about love for a while, but you realize that your not interested in a relationship. You decide to adopt a baby and make them and your career your life. Even though your kid is your life, you still make time for your one best friend.

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Career: Tech Guru

Traits: Geek, Slob, Unflirty

Complete the computer whiz aspiration and max the tech guru career

Adopt one kid

Always be single

Max programming and video gaming skills

Have one best friend

Gen 5:

You were adopted as a baby and raised by a single parent who taught you that you can do whatever you want. You love animals and decide that you will do anything to help them. You become a vet and have at least three animals in your life. You meet your spouse while working and you have three kids. Since you have animals and your spouse, you don't need real friends right?

Aspiration: Friend of the animals

Career: Have a vet clinic

Traits: Cat Lover, Dog Lover, Loner

Complete the friend of the animals aspiration

Run a successful vet clinic

Have at least three animals in your life

Meet your spouse at the vet

Have three kids

Gen 6:

Your parents taught you to love everyone equally and you end up loving your family just as much as space. You become a successful astronaut and get to space no matter what the cost. You find love in space but because your alien love can only survive on sixam and you can only survive on the sim earth, you never see each other after you get pregnant. To help keep yourself positive, you are really into fitness but you still end up quite sad your whole life.

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Astronaut

Traits: Geek, Active, Gloomy

Complete the nerd brain aspiration and get to level 10 of the astronaut career. 

Max the logic and fitness skills.

Have only one kid

Go to sixam

Never get married

Gen 7:

You grew up with one parent and were always striving for more attention. You join a drama club as a kid and become a successful actor/actress. You became friends with a celebrity and ended up having a kid by accident, but raise your kid as friends. When the kid is born, you quit acting and become a social media influencer who is the dancing queen.

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Traits: Self Absorbed, Materialistic, Dance Machine

Career: Actor/ Social Media Influencer

Complete the world famous celebrity aspiration

Be in the acting career but after you have your kid get to level 5 of the social media career.

Max the acting and dancing skills

Have only one kid.

Gen 8:

Your parents raised you as friends and were never in love but you end up being the biggest flirt. You have a type, but you can't figure out who it is. You don't get married and have kids until you are an adult but before then you focus on your career as a teacher. But when you have your kids, you make sure that you are the best parent you can be.

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Romantic, Ambitious, Family-Oriented

Career: Education

Complete the Soulmate Aspiration and max the Education career in the professor branch.

Get married and have kids as an adult

Have at least two kids

Max the charisma skill

Gen 9:

You had the best parents who put all of their love into raising you. You were the A student of the class and dreamed of being a doctor since you were a child. And once you became a young adult that's what you did. But when you weren't in the hospital, you were knitting which is your passion during retirement and you want to become an incredible knitter. Your spouse can not have kids so you adopt two little rays of sunshine but besides your spouse you have 2 good friends and one friend.

Aspiration: Lady/Lord of the kints

Traits: Genius, Creative, Family-Oriented

Career: Doctor

Complete the lady/lord of the knits aspiration and max the doctor career.

Max the knitting skill.

Adopt 2 kids

Have two good friends and one regular friend

Gen 10:

Since your parents were super nerdy, they raised you as a nerd too. You weren't too social, but you had one best friend. You LOVED robotics and dreamed of being an engineer. You ended up falling for your best friend and you have one kid who is your everything and your career, of course. Even though you love your spouse, you are always insecure that they are cheating on you.

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Traits: Geek, Loner, Jealous 

Complete the computer whiz aspiration and max the engineer career

Max the robotics and programming skills

Have one best friend, who you end up marrying

Have one kid

So that's it! If anyone who does this is posting it on their simblr please tag me! If you want you can subscribe to me on my youtube channel which is TheMintPlumbob love everyone who has shared to me how much they like this legacy <3 @maxismatchccworld

[spacecadet-sims]

Hi, friends!

I’ve decided to create an offshoot of a specific fruit based legacy challenge. There was some problematic happenings within the simblr community, and the creator has since left, and their legacy challenge was deleted with their blog.

@tangymagnolia​ had the wonderful idea of revamping the challenge so that my legacy, and others’ legacies, and our hard work in developing them, wouldn’t be for naught. Luckily, I had written down the other legacy challenge, so I’ll be able to avoid directly copying generations.

This is not a copy of the original challenge, but an inspiration from it. If you were previously participating in that challenge, please take a gander at this one below the cut.

The challenge won’t be just around fruit, but everything will be edible in some way. I expanded the challenges to what you may find inside a cornucopia, and from what I’ve found, some cornucopias are more diverse than others, so I smashed them all together.

Feel free to tag me in your posts so I can follow along with your challenge!

Growing up, you found yourself to be equally liked and disliked by others. You had some close friends, but you also had some enemies. You felt misunderstood by your parents, but you knew they tried. After your 18th birthday, you decided to leave your old life behind and start anew somewhere else. You decided early on that you wanted to work in law, but how will you achieve your goals? Will you start from the bottom as a peon, or will you go to university to bypass it?

Generation 1 Goals:

○ Start a new save with a YA sim. Can be any gender, ethnicity, aesthetic, etc    ○ Must have the Renaissance Sim aspiration    ○ Must have the Bookworm and Ambitious traits, but can have any trait ○ Have at least 2 close friends ○ Have at least 2 disliked sims or enemies ○ If you’re going to university, major in a degree that goes toward the law career    ○ Must live in a dorm    ○ Have at least 1 party at your dorm    ○ Must be friends with at least half of your roommates (you do not have to be    enemies with the other half)    ○ Try and keep your GPA 3.0 and over, but as long as you get your degree, it’s no big deal ○ If not going to university, join the law career ○ Can join either branch (judge or private attorney)    ○ Must get to level 10 in your career ○ Get married before your birthday ○ Have at least 2 children ○ Have at least 1 hobby and max the skill ○ Have an okay relationship with your children, but not great

Your parents were hardworking busybodies, traits that would normally be idolized, but you felt a little neglected. Your relationship with your parents wasn’t horrible, and you didn’t necessarily want for anything, but you don’t feel like you have a connection to your parents. They missed key moments in your life: school plays, dance recitals, science fairs. You decided that wasn’t the type of parent you wanted to be. You do your best to remain sweet, kind, and fun.

Generation 2 Goals:

○ Must have the Super Parent aspiration ○ Must have the Family-Oriented, Cheerful, and Outgoing traits ○ Cannot have a “regular” job    ○ Must make your living in any of the freelance careers    ○ Spouse my have a “regular” job ○ Marry your high school sweetheart ○ Must have at least 3 children    ○ Must have at least 1 set of multiples    ○ Be good friends with all of your children    ○ Help your children max out their toddler traits    ○ Help your children complete their childhood aspirations    ○ All children must go to college ○ Must throw birthday parties for everyone ○ Must max out the cooking skill ○ Must max out the baking skill ○ Must max out the parenting skill ○ Must have 3 hobbies    ○ Must max at least 1 of these skills

Your parents were doting and pushed you to pursue your dreams. You love them, but you’re finally ready to be out on your own. Growing up, you found it sometimes difficult to make friends, especially if people didn’t take the time to get to know you. You’re finding that experience to be exemplified now that you’re out of high school.

Generation 3 Goals:

○  Must have the Computer Whiz aspiration ○ Must have the Gloomy, Clumsy, and Loner traits ○ Must go to college    ○ Must live in a dorm    ○ Must try and make friends       ○ Can only have up to 5 good friends       ○ Can have as many acquaintances or enemies as you want    ○ Must be on the eSports team    ○ Major in anything EXCEPT Computer Science ○ Once out of school, must join the Tech Guru career and follow the eSports branch ○ Marry your first significant other, but get divorced before your birthday ○ Do not marry again until Adulthood ○ Have 1 child OR 1 set of multiples per spouse ○ Must max the Programming skill ○ Must max the Video Gaming skill ○ Must max 1 more skill of your choice

Unlike your parent, you’re very charismatic. Everyone likes you, and you use that to your advantage. You’re popular, desired, and everyone wants to be your best friend. You find it very easy to succeed in whatever you do, especially in your romantic conquests. You can’t be tied to one partner.

Generation 4 Goals:

○ Must have the Serial Romantic aspiration ○ Must have the Self-Assured, Romantic, and Outgoing traits ○ Does not have to go to college, but can if you want    ○ If you do send this sim to college, they have to major in Drama    ○ Must join the cheerleading squad ○ Must be in the Drama Club during school ○ Must maintain a good reputation ○ Must reach the height of celebrity status ○ Get to level ten of the Acting career ○ Max out the acting skill ○ Max out the media production skill ○ Max out the charisma skill ○ Marry and divorce at least 5 sims ○ Do not marry after your 5th divorce    ○ You may continue to have serious partners afterward, but you can’t marry them ○ Have at least 1 pregnancy per spouse    ○ No limit on children    ○ 1 pregnancy does not necessarily equal 1 child ○ Have a relatively close relationship with all of your children, but do not be best friends ○ Live in a mansion with hired help

You watched your parent seemingly struggle through love, and you decided that you didn’t want that. You didn’t want the fame or the spotlight, and you definitely didn’t want multiple divorces under your belt. You shared your parent’s ambition, however, and dedicated your passion to helping people. With the help of your parent’s wealth, you were able to get a great education.

Generation 5 Goals:

○ Must have the Academic aspiration ○ Must have the Genius, Unflirty, and Noncommittal traits ○ Must go to college    ○ Must major in Biology    ○ Must join The Brainiacs or the Debate Guild    ○ GPA must be as highest as possible at graduation ○ Reach the top of the Doctor career    ○ Must go to work with them at least half of the time ○ Master the logic skill ○ Master the wellness skill ○ Master the handiness skill ○ Master 2 other skills ○ Never marry ○ Adopt at least 2 children ○ Can have any number of biological children, if desired

Your parent wanted you to follow in their footsteps, and... you are. Just not in the way they expected. You’ve always had a deep compassion for animals. You love cuddly animals and the not so cuddly ones. You decide to dedicated your life to them.

Generation 6 Goals:

○ Must have the Friend of the Animals trait ○ Can have any traits as long as you have one or both of the following:    ○ Cat Lover or Dog Lover ○ You don’t have to go to college, but you can    ○ If you do, major in Biology or Communications ○ Own your own veterinary clinic    ○ Maintain 5 stars ○ Have at least 1 large breed dog ○ Have at least 1 small breed dog ○ Have at least 1 cat ○ Have at least 1 small, caged animal ○ Have at least 2 of the following “pets”    ○ Bees    ○ Bugs (in the farm or otherwise)    ○ Fish    ○ Frogs ○ Master the logic skill ○ Master the pet training skill ○ Master the veterinarian skill ○ Master at least 1 other skill ○ Marry whenever you’re ready ○ Have at least 3 children ○ Have great relationships with your pets ○ Have great relationships with your children

Inspired by your parents, you lived a life of wonder and experimentation. You’re polite, but like to keep to yourself. You’ve studied and researched and you know there’s more to life than this. What else is out there? Will you be able to discover something new and exciting?

Generation 7 Goals:

○ Must have the Nerd Brain aspiration ○ Must have the Geek, Paranoid, and Perfectionist traits ○ Must go to college and major in Physics    ○ Join the Bot Savants    ○ Build a Servo    ○ (Optional) Join the Secret Society ○ Reach the top of the Scientist career ○ Must live in Oasis Springs ○ Must travel to Sixam at least once ○ Have 4 children ○ Marry another scientist OR an alien ○ Master the robotics skill ○ Master the rocket science skill ○ Master the logic skill ○ Master the handiness skill

You are the apple of your parents’ eyes. You always do what’s right. You were always kind, polite, and helpful. You loved doting on your friends and family, and you knew that you wanted to devote your time to taking care of others.

Generation 8 Goals:

○ Must have the Successful Lineage OR Big Happy Family aspiration ○ Must have the Family-Oriented, Neat, and Goofball traits ○ You do not have to go to college    ○ If you do, major in Psychology ○ Join the Education career and follow the Professor branch ○ Have no less than 6 children ○ Marry as a YA ○ Master the parenting skill ○ Master the gourmet cooking skill ○ Master charisma skill ○ Cook at least 1 meal per day for your family ○ Help your children with their homework ○ Have at least 1 family pet ○ Have a house with a white picket fence ○ Have at least 2 hobbies ○ Have good relationships with your children, except the gen 9 heir

You’re not like your parents. You’re not like your siblings. You defy authority and hate the status quo.You’re not sweet and darling and you won’t be held back by what’s expected of you. You’re going to make yourself known. You’re going to be infamous.

Generation 9 Goals:

○ Must have the Public Enemy aspiration ○ Must have the Evil, Mean, and Kleptomanic traits ○ Must go to college and major in Villany ○ Join the Criminal career and follow the Boss branch ○ Marry another criminal    ○ Cheat on your spouse at least once ○ Have 1 child ○ Have a strained relationship with your family growing up    ○ Do not speak to your parents after you age into a YA    ○ Do not speak to your siblings after you age into a YA UNLESS they also have a negative trait ○ Do not help your child max traits ○ Do not help your child with homework ○ Be the head of a club    ○ Club must be mean in nature ○ Have as many enemies as possible ○ Maintain a bad reputation ○ Master the mischeif skill

You’re not like your parents. You don’t want to cause trouble, and you’d rather not stand out in the way they’d like you to. You’re shy, reserved, and a little rough around the edges. You parents offered you no structure or stability in your life, and you’re craving safety.

Generation 10 Goals:

○ Must have the Bodybuilder aspiration ○ Must have the Active, Hot-Headed, and Bro traits ○ You tried to do well in school, but sometimes you’d forget to do your homework    ○ Do not do any extra credit assignments ○ Join the Military immediately after high school    ○ Follow either branch ○ Do not speak to your parents after aging to YA ○ Must live in Strangerville    ○ Can complete the Strangerville storyline, but it’s not required ○ Marry someone in the military    ○ Marry quickly after meeting    ○ Have at least 1 child before wedlock ○ Have 4 children ○ Strongly encourage success in your children ○ Be strict with your children ○ Master the wellness skill ○ Master the fitness skill ○ Master the bowling or dancing skill

Your childhood was scheduled to a T. You had little room for failure, and tried your best to make your parents proud. But, deep down, you wanted to be free. You wanted to feel the wind in your hair and you wanted to explore the beauty that life has to offer.

Generation 11 Goals:

○ Must have the Eco Innovator OR Outdoor Enthusiast aspiration ○ Must have the Loves Outdoors and Green Fiend traits    ○ Third trait is up to you ○ Must be in the scouts while growing up ○ Must have a part-time job as a teen ��� Must go to college    ○ Must join the soccer team    ○ Must live in a dorm ○ You have two options for careers:    ○ If you want to be a Conservationist, major in Biology or Economics       ○ Biology leads to the Marine Biologist branch       ○ Economics leads to the Environmental Manager branch       ○ Must live in Sulani    ○ If you want to be a Civic Designer, major in Communications or Physics       ○ Communications leads to the Civic Planner branch       ○ Physics leads to the Green Technician branch       ○ Must live in Evergreen Harbor ○ Go camping at least 4 times ○ Master the gardening skill    ○ Have a vegetable garden with at least 3 different vegetables    ○ Have a fruit garden with at least 3 different fruits    ○ Have an herb garden with at least 3 different herbs    ○ Have a flower garden with at least 3 different flowers ○ Master the fishing skill ○ Master the herbalism skill ○ Master the wellness skill ○ Master the flower arranging skill ○ Have 5 children ○ Number of marriages and parents to your children are up to you

You bring sunshine to the lives of everyone who surrounds you. You look back at your family tree and blossom under all of the lessons you’ve learned from their lives. You’re bright and sunny. You want to enjoy an easy life doing something you love while surrounded by those you love.

Generation 12 Goals:

○ Must have one of the creativity based aspirations    ○ Painter Extraordinaire, Musical Genius, Bestselling Author, or Master Maker ○ Must have the Creative trait and at least one of the following traits:    ○ Art Lover, Bookworm, Maker, Music Lover, or Perfectionist    ○ If you have a free third trait, you may freely pick one ○ You do not have to go to college    ○ If you do, major in Art History, Communications, Fine Art, or Language and Literature    ○ Join the Art Society, if you go to University of Britechester ○ Master the comedy skill ○ Master the fabrication skill ○ Master at least 2 other creative skills ○ Have as many children as you want ○ Have as many spouses as you want ○ Must live in San Myshuno ○ Join any creative career

[likewanderingstars]

(ADAM DRIVER, 38, HE/HIM) Have you seen [ARES TRILLING] around Faerune? They’re a [FAMILIAR] who [SUPPORTS] restoring the Seelie Court. People have heard they’re [INTELLIGENT, KIND, SUPPORTIVE] but can also be [ANTI SOCIAL, BLUNT, DISMISSIVE]. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a [PROFESSOR]. 

Name: Ares Trilling

Age: 38

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Demi-Romantic Bisexual

Species: Familiar (Black Newfoundland) 

Occupation: Professor of Astrophysics & Astrophysicst 

Positive Traits: Intelligent, Kind, Supportive

Negative Traits:  Anti-social, Blunt, Dismissive

Bio:

When the invaders came to the Feywilds the Trilling family felt their home was no longer safe and disappeared into the mortal world. 300 years later and they had almost forgotten where they were from. Born and raised in New York city, Ares didn’t really get to see the stars in all their glory until he was ten years old. The city would always hide them from his view, the yellow light blocking any celestial glow. He knew the stars existed because of his science books but he had to wait to see them with his own eyes. At ten his family moved from the bright lights of the city halfway across the country to Kingman, Kansas. Ares had never seen so many stars in his life. He never really questioned the move but the dark circles under his father’s eyes were just as noticeable as the new stars were. At ten you don’t really understand the pressures of keeping your family above the breadline and Ares didn’t understand why his little family of four had to move. Ares only cared about the stars.

 Moving to the small town was a bit of an adjustment. Everyone in his new school knew each other already so fitting in wasn’t exactly easy in fact Ares never really learned how to. He kept to himself, finding solace in his studies rather than friends. When the world seemed at its loneliest he would look at the sky at night and think about all the worlds and people out there in the vast unknown who could be just like him. People thought he was weird for how much he looked up, kids at school assumed he was going to start spouting things about aliens but Ares wasn’t that stupid. He knew these simpleminded small town folk couldn’t understand that the likelihood was that aliens existed. He was okay being the weird one. It meant when his sister was old enough to go to the same school as him she was instantly accepted as the normal one.

Ares knew his parents had hoped his obsession with space would disappear as he got older but it only increased. With his first pay check, he bought himself a telescope instead of a bike. He passed over parties to go stargazing on his own because as much as he was a teenager with raging hormones nothing could make him feel like discovering the night’s sky did. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he was accepted into the Astrophysics program at Princeton University, securing his place with a scholarship. He had the drive and it meant he didn’t have to ask his parents for anything. Despite pretending like it had never been an issue Ares knew his parents had sacrificed a lot to just keep him and his sister in a home. He wanted to make them proud of him.

After Princeton Ares went on to complete his Master’s degree and Doctorate at MIT. He had an endless need to learn more and more about the universe. There was an unquenchable thirst for knowledge inside of him that left many questioning if he had time to live. His career took him all over the world until he could afford to focus on things he had a personal interest in. Living for some time in Los Angeles Ares did something he thought he couldn’t do, he fell in love. The passionate romance was short lived, lasting just over a year and a half before his partner died.

Three years on he still struggles with the loss but it pushed him into wanting to lose himself in research and so for the first time in his life he started looking into where he came from. While his family had always pretended to be normal they weren’t. Not out there. He was a familiar. He knew there was another place, a secret place where people like him lived, use to live, he wasn’t really sure. His parents only knew scraps and they never told him much. The feywilds they called it. So he looked. He wanted to escape the world that took his love from him. 

When he found it he was surprised to find a city but fitting in was a lot easier. What caught him and convinced him to stay was his first night there. The stars were new. Completely different to the ones he knew so well. Even the moon that shone down wasn’t the one he had looked at night after night. With so much untapped knowledge to be learnt Ares couldn’t help but be filled with a new sense of purpose and excitement. Maybe Faerune could be home.

[soulmate-game]

I might make this a tumblr only mini-series of connected oneshots, and I might or might not put them up on AO3 when they are all done. We’ll see how I feel.

I know I submitted this AU to Multifandomscribette, but this is my take on the prompts I gave them. This is not the same AU, and I am not using their headcanons. Just the same basic premise of Marinette being Stephen Strange’s biological daughter.

You know Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, but this story is about

Lady Strange, the Grand Guardian.

What is with this family and alliteration?!

—*—*—*—*—*

Stephen Strange was a narcissistic, emotionally constipated bastard. But he was rich, well known, and handsome, which counted for a lot when he decided he needed some time to relax, unwind, maybe with another human.

And when Sabine Cheng realized what had happened, that night she had catered for a high society medical conference gala in the States, she vowed to never drink again.

She also vowed to never tell Strange about the child growing in her womb. The only person she ever told about her child’s true origin was Tom Dupain, the man she started dating a month after her chance encounter with Doctor Stephen Strange. Nine months after that, when Marinette was almost a month old, she would propose to Tom in blatant disregard of tradition. She would be waiting for years if she wanted Tom to get up the courage to ask her, and even though it hadn’t been a full year yet Sabine knew what she wanted. Seeing the gentle way Tom held her daughter, their daughter, seeing the way he looked at the little baby as if she hung the stars for him, well that only solidified the little Chinese woman’s love for the french man.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng would not know about her true father’s origin until she was twelve, when a science lecture at school had her asking Sabine who had blue eyes in each of their blood lines.

When Sabine hesitated, Marinette knew instantly that something was wrong. Sabine never hesitated. She was a whirlwind of decisiveness, always knowing what to say and how to act. Hesitation wasn’t a part of her.

Sabine told her everything. How her biological father was someone she only met once, how he was a successful surgeon who had won many medical awards. How he didn’t know she existed.

Of course, Marinette was immediately obsessed. Hurt by her mother’s secrecy, she turned her feelings of betrayal into curiosity and researched everything that there was to research about Stephen Strange. Apparently blue eyes ran on his side of the family. His own were more icy than hers, closer to a blue-gray, but familiar all the same. Both his parents were already dead though, so there went her hope of having another set of grandparents.

Marinette even went so far as to read the research papers he had written, and did follow-up research until she understood as much of it as she could. It helped that Professor Mendeleiev was more than willing to sit down and go over the medical papers with her so they could try to understand it all together.

One day, while Marinette was sewing a new dress, she paused with her needle in the air and stared at her fingers. After that day, she took much more pride than before in how steady her hands were. Her father was a surgeon, it must have been a biological trait. She clung onto anything that connected her to the oh-so mysterious Stephen Strange.

And then came Marinette’s thirteenth birthday. The same day that Stephen Strange was in a car accident and deemed in critical condition.

If Marinette kept an app for American news sources on her phone and set them to alert her if the name of her biological father was mentioned in any reports? Well, her parents didn’t need to know.

She didn’t tell her parents about the reason she was so morose for the rest of the day. She didn’t tell anyone.

She cried herself to sleep when Doctor Stephen Strange was declared to have irreversible nerve damage in his hands, and again when he went missing on a mysterious “vacation” that no media sites seemed to have any information on. She didn’t know why she felt so much connection and pain for someone she had never met, but she couldn’t help it. She would keep researching, keeping her eyes out for any mention of the man online without any luck.

That is, until Master Fu and the Miraculous entered her life. Slowly, she began to neglect her obsession with her biological father. Her passing crush on Adrien Agreste even faded away, never having much traction to begin with because of her overlying concern for the father that didn’t even know he had a daughter.

When Marinette was fourteen, the city of Paris was flooded and she had to swim through the quickly bloating bodies of the dead in order to defeat an Akuma. She reversed the damage and everyone who died was resurrected with no memory of their demise, but Marinette would never forget. All it took was a glimpse of the wrong face on the streets and she would be overcome with a panic attack, with the sight of glassy eyes and blue faces.

That was when Hawkmoth’s attacks picked up in intensity. When people began to die during Akuma attacks more frequently. When Marinette stopped sleeping in quite so much.

Her obsession over her father was a mere footnote by then, something she would idly look into on her ever increasingly rare free time with no success.

When Marinette was fifteen years, six months, two weeks, and two days old, Master Fu died. Marinette assumed the alias of Lady Strange, alongside her identity of Ladybug, so that the Miraculous wielders could contact her and know she was the new Guardian without knowing that she was also their leader in the field.

On the one year anniversary of Lady Strange being the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous, there was a worldwide magical disturbance.

Unlike Fu, Marinette did not limit herself to reacting to Miraculous problems.

—*—*—*—*—*

When Stephen glided back down from the equivalent of thousands of years bargaining and dying with Dormammu, he expected Hong Kong to be in a mess. It had been, from what he remembered of the scene before he created the time loop.

But it wasn’t. Instead, the streets looked as if no damage at all had been created. Kaecilius and his remaining zealots were tied up, quite literally, in what looked like string and hung upside down from a lamp post. Sitting down on the curb of the sidewalk and giving him a dangerously sharp glare was a young woman in a spotted costume, a mask over her face. When Strange realized he could not get any of her features to stick in his memory, he realized what she was.

Another magic user, but different from a Sorcerer. Her Neptune blue eyes bore into him with an intensity he was wholly unprepared for, but had no problem baring. After dying almost a million times, a guy tends to grow a backbone of vibranium.

Wong and Mordo stood on either side of the girl, both at a respectful distance. Wong had this wide-eyed look on his face, so much more expressive than usual that it caught the new Sorcerer Supreme off guard. Wong looked… awed?

Mordo, on the other hand, was regarding the girl with a look of barely disguised disdain and distrust. That was in character though, so Stephen didn’t pay it much mind. Instead, he walked over even as his bargain with Dormammu kicked in and Kaecilius’s cult was banished to the Dark Dimension.

“You reversed the damage, then?” He asked without beating around the bush, glancing down briefly to assure that the Eye was, indeed, still on him. It was. The girl stood up, her eyes continuing to blaze with an unknown soup of emotion.

“I did,” she confirmed easily. It wasn’t until he stopped only a few feet away from her that the sorcerer noticed how small she was. The only detail his mind allowed to stick with him besides that fact was that she also looked young. Too young to have to deal with a mess like this. “You might not know of me. The Temple Of Guardians made a deal centuries ago that all records of their existence and our own magic be removed from any Sorcerer sanctums.”

“The temple that appeared in Tibet out of nowhere more than a year ago?” Strange asked, eyebrow raised. “I remember the Ancient One briefly mentioning how much of a hassle it was to hide their reappearance and teleport the temple’s location somewhere new. I was under the impression that all the members of that temple have been in a pocket dimension separate from this reality for almost two hundred years.”

“They have,” the girl confirmed with a nod. “But before that, one of the Guardians escaped that fate. He became the Grand Guardian, and was my teacher until he passed last year. He named me the new Grand Guardian to take his place,” she turned, looking at something that Stephen couldn’t see. “I have illusions keeping us from being seen by the crowd, but it would be better if we took this inside the sanctum,” she said, nodding her head to the Hong Kong Sanctum’s door behind them. Strange simply nodded, more than willing to distract himself from his immeasurably long torture by indulging his curiosity. If this girl showed up and went out of her way to repair the damage the sorcerers and Kaecilius caused, then he wanted to know why.

“Wait,” Mordo barked, walking up to have a heated discussion with Strange that ended in the former storming off. Stephen knew he should be concerned about his former friend’s desertion, but he couldn’t muster up the energy for it yet. Focusing on the mysterious girl in a ladybug suit was an easier topic for his exhausted mind to latch onto.

When they got inside, the Sorcerer Supreme saw that she had even reversed the damage in the building. He saw a few scattered disciples rubbing their heads and looking around in confusion from their spots crouched on the floor. Stephen was almost certain he had seen those same people as corpses before.

The ladybug-spotted girl had scarcely removed her gaze from him for even a second, and easily picked up on the older man’s train of thought.

“My powers reversed all the damage I could handle, including physical wounds and death,” she told him. Strange blinked.

“That explains why I thought you all looked odd. Your clothes are spotless and you don’t look like you’ve fought at all,” he directed that comment to Wong, who merely nodded. “But that doesn’t explain how you can do such a thing. I’ve been intensely studying magic and magic theory for the past almost three and a half years, and I haven’t come across any healing spell that can be this effective without the subject of the healing themselves helping to work the power through their body. I know you are not a sorcerer like we are, but what exactly is your magic? Who are the Guardians? And who exactly are you?”

The girl pursed her lips, waiting until the two older men led her to the still-wrecked tea room. Her power hadn’t been able to reach that far when she had to focus on reviving so many people without the regular Cure. That only worked on victims of Miraculous magic, what she used on the Hong Kong streets and the Sorcerers was a more advanced usage of Tikki’s powers that she learned from both Fu and her periodic visits to the Tibet temple.

“The Guardians are a group of monks dedicated to the protection and distribution of Miraculous, which is essentially magic jewelry. I would normally go on to say how this might sound unbelievable, but you have a very similar pendant around your neck right now,” she pointed out once they all sat and Wong conjured some tea for them all. Stephen tensed at her mention of the Eye of Agamotto, his eyes narrowing. Did she..?

“I know what is inside the Eye,” she confirmed his silent thought, her voice soft but firm. “And I don’t care about it in the slightest. It is probably a good reference point for my explanation though. At the birth of the universe—“

“The Stones came into existence, each one representing and controlling a core aspect of reality,” Strange interrupted impatiently. “I am the Sorcerer Supreme, girl, I already know that.”

The young female rolled her eyes, huffing. “If you listened patiently, you would know that the story you were told is only partially true,” she snapped back with false patience. “The Stones were not the only things of great power to be created during the birth of the universe. Kwami, the first living beings to be born, were also created. They are each living representations of abstract concepts, some of which overlap with the powers of the Stones. The first to be born is the Kwami of Creation. She is essentially the goddess of creation itself, the living embodiment of that very term in every way. She is the source of my abilities, she lends me her power as I am her chosen Wielder. It is that same power of creation that allowed me to essentially counteract the destruction that was caused today, by having a condensed form of her power combat the direct source of the destruction and nullify it. The second Kwami to come into existence is her counterpart and the only one equal to her in power, the Kwami of destruction. There are a lot more, including the Kwami of illusion that used her power to keep us from being seen outside. And the Kwami Of time, which allowed me to experience the time loop you created,” the girl’s eyes sharpened again, boring into his own. “I left it after the equivalent of a few weeks, when I realized I couldn’t join you and do anything to help. The Kwami Of Time is about two-thirds as powerful as the Stone by itself, and there are more than double the amount of Kwamis as there are Infinity Stones,” she took a deep breath. “My job as Grand Guardian is protecting all of them, and distributing the jewelry they are bound to as necessary to combat world or reality threatening events.”

Strange remained quiet after that, drinking in the information and doing his best to wrap his head around it. Perhaps this young woman wouldn’t mind telling him more at a later date, especially seeing as they held equivalent ranking in two separate secret magical organizations. His eyes trailed down to a necklace she was wearing.

“How many of these pieces of jewelry—“

“Miraculous,” She corrected. “That is what they are called.”

“... Miraculous, then. How many are you capable of wielding at once, if they are so similar in strength to a Stone?” Wond asked, crossing his arms. The pigtailed girl leaned back from her spot sitting on the ground with them, humming in thought for a second as she decided what to tell them. A glance at Stephen seemed to make up her mind.

“Creation and Destruction hold equal power to a Stone. The Miraculous one stage lower than that hold four-fifths the power of a Stone. The last tier, where the Time Miraculous sits, is two-thirds,” she told them from memory. “I can wield Illusion, which is on the second tier, along with two third-their, and both Creation and Destruction at the same time,” she admitted. “But it saps a lot of my energy and I rather not ever do that again, if you don’t mind. I can wield all of the Miraculous though, since all of the Kwamis like me and are loyal. I can wear any three at a time, and I can switch between them as quickly as I need to.”

Strange really needed some sleep. Five thousand year’s worth of sleep would be nice. He ran a hand over his forehead, wondering who in the world gave this much responsibility and power to a child.

“One last question, and then you can spend the night if you wish, we’ll begin reconstruction of all the Sanctums in the morning,” Stephen spoke, forcing his back to straighten and his eyes to meet the girl’s. “You never answered it, actually. Who are you?”

The girl's mouth twitched in the first semblance of a smile he had seen on her yet.

“When I am in this transformation, I am Ladybug the hero of Paris,” she said with a grin. “Spots off.”

A soft pink glow ran down her body, very similar to the ring of power that sling rings produced to make portals. It left behind an adorable teenage girl with blue-black hair pulled back into pigtails, and striking blue eyes. She was clearly of Asian descent, but there was something else very familiar about the sharpness of her jaw or the stubbornness in her lip.

“My real name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. However, I go by an alias whenever I act as Grand Guardian, so that there is an extra layer of secrecy to protect me and my loved ones. I created that alias based on my biological father, who was never told that I was even conceived,” she said meaningfully, never losing eye contact with Stephen. His eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s pitiful, but what does—“

“My alias is Lady Strange.”

Wong barked out a short laugh before he forcibly covered his mouth, his eyes filled with sadistic amusement as he watched Strange’s reaction. The elder Strange, that is.

The new leader of the Sorcerers opened and closed his mouth like a fish, completely caught off guard. He looked over to Wong.

“Is there a spell to test paternity?” He asked warily. Marinette’s smile fell a bit, but Wong nodded.

A few flashes of orange light and two green ‘99% Match’ results later, Strange let his head fall into his hands.

“Alright, Marinette,” he finally managed to mumble through the slightly trembling appendages still covering his face. “I just spent thousands of years in a time loop with the Lord of Chaos, my back aches, my head aches, I will deal with this in the morning. Or whenever I wake up. Figures my own blood relation would end up in a position of extreme magical power, must be genetic. I still have questions, but sleep comes first. Don’t expect me to be a good parent. I really need sleep.”

Marinette just giggled, standing up and helping her father to his feet with surprising ease. “Just tell me where to go and I can drop you off in your room. No more magic for the rest of the day, you’re clearly spent. And as long as you make an effort, I’ll be fine. But don’t expect to ignore me and I’ll just go away, I have ways to track you to the ends of the universe and across the multiverse and time itself, and I will not hesitate.”

“Yep, she’s your daughter alright.”

“Sleep, Wong. It’s good for the brain.”

[veioviswilliams]

HPHM OC: Veiovis Williams

Name: Veiovis Williams

Nicknames: Veio, Pip, Vei, Will

Name Meaning: from Vejovis, was a Roman god of Etruscan origin, said to be one of the first gods to be born.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 15 (year 5)

         17 (year 7)

         22 (became an Auror)

Birthday: 10/24/1972

Zodiac: Scorpio

Blood Status: Half-blood

Ethnicity/Nationality: Yellow, half Vietnamese half American

Language: Vietnamese, English, 

Appearance

Body:

Height: 170cm (5′5′’)

Weight: 50kg (110.2 lbs)

Eyes: light sky blue 

Hair: Short white

Skin tone: Tanned

Misc: wear glasses when study; have a burn on the left hand at 20 when played with dragon

Material Items:

Clothing: usually oversized clothes, basketball sneakers and not fond in wearing dress, skirt.

Accessories: a silver bracelet, a dragon necklace from Charlie and a Golden Snitch pin from Murphy.

In their school bag: sketchbook, notebook, lots of pencil and eraser, an old Walkman, a comb, a scissors, her wand and hair bands, an Invisibility Cloak

Personality

Traits: 

+  Reliable, kindness, intelligent, humorous

+/— Sarcastic, calm, tight-lipped

— Cruel (sometimes), mischievous (when with Tulip and Tonks), overprotective, workaholic, blame everything to herself

Description:

Veiovis is the type of people that cold outside but warm inside. She care really deep about her friends, sometimes can be overprotective due to the lost of her brother Jacob. Not very talkative with outsider, only start to talk when she sit with her friends or when need. She is kinda lack of optimism and fall into depression after Rowan’s death. Veiovis is like a listener, a secret holder to others and she is tight-lipped when they asked about other secret. Feel angry and offended when someone talks bad about her friend and ready to punch them although her friends aren’t cares much about it.

Other:

Likes: drawing, reading about Dark Arts and Magical Creatures, duelling with friends, fly on broom and sing at the commentary at Quidditch pitch with Murphy

Dislikes: cockroaches, bullies, too talkative (except for Tonks and Tulip)

MBTI: INTJ

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

OWL Classes:

Astronomy: Exceed Expectations

Charms: Outstanding

DADA: Outstanding

Flying:  Exceed Expectations

Herbology: Exceed Expectations

History of Magic: Acceptable

Potions: Exceed Expectations

Transfiguration: Exceed Expectations

OWL Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures: Exceed Expectations

Muggle Studies: Exceed Expectations  

Study of Ancient Runes:  Outstanding

NEWT Classes:

Charms: Outstanding

DADA: Outstanding

Herbology: Exceed Expectations

Potions: Outstanding

Transfiguration: Exceed Expectations

Extracurriculars:

Clubs: Dragon Club

Quidditch: Beater from 4th year to 6th year

Prefect or Head Boy/Girl: None, lack of performance and duties

Best Classes:

Defence Againts the Dark Arts: Veiovis’s desire make her have to do her best at DADA in order to become an Auror

Worst Classes:

HIstory of Magic: Veiovis is bad at remember date and year

Favorite Professors:

Professor Flitwick: Always cheer Veiovis in testing new spells and care about her after Rowan’s death (well he is Head of Ravenclaw so...)

Least Favorite Professors:

Madam Rakepick: everyone already know why

Magic

1st Wand: Laurel wood with a dragon heartstring core, 12 ½" and solid flexibility

Laural wood: 

• It is said that a laurel wand cannot perform a dishonorable act, although Ollivander has known them to perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic in the quest for glory.

• Seems unable to tolerate laziness in a possessor, and in such conditions, it is most easily and willingly worn away.

• Otherwise it will cleave happily to its first match forever and can issue a spontaneous lightning strike if another witch or wizard attempts to steal it.

Dragon Heartstrings: As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

2nd Wand: Vine wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ½" and solid flexibility

Vine wood:

• Owners are nearly always those who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best.

• Vine wands seem strongly attracted to personalities with hidden depths and are more sensitive than any other when it comes to instantly detecting a prospective match.

• Reliable sources claim that vine wands emit magical effects upon the mere entrance into their room of a suitable owner.

Phoenix feather: Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

Special Abilities: 

Animagus: Cheetah

Legilimency 

Somehow understand what the dragon said (only Charlie know)

Boggart

Form: Jacob become Death Eater and kill her friends

Riddikulus: Jacob is wearing his lame pyjama and a sunglasses, vibing when listening to his music

Amortentia:

What they smell: vanilla, burning wood, smell of grass, rain and sunlight

What they smell like to others: chocolate with mint and smell of rain, sandalwood smell

Patronus

Form: Formerly a cheetah, later change to a dragon

Memory: Veiovis with her brother Jacob sitting next to each other, eating chocolate frogs and listening to music together; Veiovis shared Christmas with the Weasley at the Burrow

What they see in the Mirror of Erised: Standing with all of her friends, Jacob and family, happily together.

FAMILY

Father: Siegmund Williams (deceased) (1940-1979)

Her father is American pure-blood, live at Scotland. Graduated Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, worked as a Healer and help a community of Muggle-born outcasts. Met Mai when shopping, fall in love with her and followed her home (not trying to stalked). After many attempts, finally they got married. Died in a car accident, after Jacob disappeared for 1 year.

Mother: Mai Williams (deceased) (1940-1972)

Her mother is Vietnamese and study aboard at England. She is a muggle, worked at a small hospital as a doctor and later, she moved to Scotland and nursing old people at an aged care center. At there, she met Siegmund wanderer around, trying to find an opportunity to talk to her. After many attempts, finally they got married. Died when give birth to Veiovis.

Brother: Jacob Williams (1967 - now)

Hard headed and hot-tempered, like to solve mystery and get evolved in troubles. Got expelled at 4th year after a very serious case that cause death to his friend, Duncan Ashe. Wandered to find “R” and got assassinated, escaped death but gone blind (his right eye). Discovered the Buried Vault but trapped in a portrait for 4 years. After being saved, works as Curse-breaker for Gringotts Bank.

Pets:

A cat named Ginger and a toad named Will

FRIENDS

Best Friends:

Rowan Khanna: Veiovis’s first friend in her life. Always by Veiovis’s side and go everywhere with her. The first person actually loved her after her father’s death.

Good Friends:

Bill Weasley: brother figure to Veiovis since Jacob disappeared. Always want his attention and look up at him. Likes to make fun of his hair

Fred and George: plays mischief and break rules together

Penny Haywood: Brew Potions and talks about school rumors, girl stuff, etc... 

Ben Cooper: overprotective for first 4th year, later become her bodyguard although Veiovis still didn’t know why

Murphy McNully: sing with Veiovis at the Commentary, explain rules and strategies, support her dream to become Auror when Veiovis left the Quidditch team.

Nymphadora Tonks: taught the Patronus Charm, worked together as Aurors, later teach Teddy (Tonks’s son) Charms.

Friends:

Badeea Ali: invented and researched spells together.

Chiara Lobosca: help her to become Healer, have each other’s secrets.

Chester Davies: used to be Ravenclaw’s Perfect, still scold Veiovis even they graduated Hogwarts long times ago (his instinct when lose House Points)

Barnaby Lee: became friend right after Barnaby took a curse for Veiovis, both have interest in Magical Creatures

Cedric Diggory: help him with his homeworks

Diego Caplan: dance with him when they want

Percy Weasley: remind her of some of school rules

Tulip Karasu: searched the Cursed Vaults together, sit next to each other after Rowan died

It’s Complicated:

Merula Snyde: not that hate but not that close, have interested why Merula care so much about the Cursed Vaults.

Love Interests:

Charlie Weasley: really like his expression and smile when talks about dragon although Charlie doesn’t realize. Right before Charlie went to Romania, Veiovis expressed her love. Love from afar until now. 

Dormmates:

Rowan Khanna: After her death, Veiovis stayed alone

Doesn’t Interact:

Ismela Murk: no interest in talking

Enemies:

R, Madam Rakepick, Death Eaters, Voldemort,...

Story

Childhood:

Born in Vietnam, live in Scotland with her dad and Jacob until she became an orphan. Stayed with her dad’s friend who actually doesn’t need her, only care about her money. Learn Vietnamese through books and Jacob’s Walkman. Right before she attended Hogwarts, she took all of her money with her, left house right away, never came back.

Hogwarts:

During Hogwarts, Veiovis shows no interest in making many friends but life slapped at her face. Began to search the Cursed Vault in year 1, gone through many things and broke the last Vault, save Hogwarts. Fall into depression after Rowan’s death and after the last Vault but with her friend's help, she successful surpassed it.

Adulthood:

Become Auror and works with Tonks. 

Miscellaneous

Song that usually sing with Murphy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRfmrE0ToTo

Listens to all kind of music

Likely to hit a Bludger at whom she hates

When angry, Veiovis will fight with Muggle-style (punch in their face)

[dragcnciti]

Actually, you know what? Everyone can get a Doctorate/Masters/Professor trait(s). As a threat

Adding the Doctorate/Masters/Professor trait(s) on Dark and Ice Elementals too, because I finally have an idea of what they can be knowledgeable of.

[thewritingstar]

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Blossutch (Blossom x Butch)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

Rating: M (drug use, mature themes, it’s butch do I even need to explain??)

Summary: An Ivy League school and a plan in place, Blossom has everything in order. But when a person from her past suddenly shows up, she wonders if her plans could be slightly rearranged.

I hope you all enjoy this new Wip that I am determined to finish!!! Enjoy!!! Also I’m on mobile so I’ll put the keep reading thing once I get on a computer sorry for the long post lol

———

“Bubbles, please stop crying.” Blossom patted her sobbing sisters back. She let out a laugh as Bubbles finally pulled away and squished her cheeks. 

“But I'm going to miss you!” The tears were coming again and Blossom pulled her into one last hug. 

Buttercup only huffed as she placed the last box on the ground. “Bubbles she is going to a college only three hours away from ours. We can fly in less than twenty minutes to see her.” 

It was true. Blossom had gotten into every single college she applied to, no surprise there and only the ivy league schools would be suffice for her. On the other hand Bubbles and Buttercup were attending the same college on the opposite side of the city, Buttercup on a full ride for sports and Bubbles in one of the top art and fashion programs around. Their sister almost went to that school but after a smack to the face and yelling about going to the best school, Buttercup made sure her sister only got the best, afterall who was going to brag at Thanksgiving dinner? 

“I know. I know but it just feels weird.” She shrugged before opening up a compact mirror and fixing her makeup. it closed with a pop. “I mean we all haven’t really been apart like ever.”

The thought did startle Blossom but that’s degree plaster on her wall protected by glass was the goal and if she had to be away from her sisters for a little bit, then so be it.

“She’s going to be fine Bubs.” And after a few more minutes of a goodbyes, Blossom was left alone in her apartment. 

Her sisters got roomed together but Blossom knew she was a fragile person to live with. It was better to live by herself than try and work out a routine with a random stranger, plus the dorms were right next to all the frat houses and Blossom cringed every time she went near them. 

How could such a presteigne school allow such juvenile behavior? She would never know. 

It only took an hour for everything to be in place thanks to her super speed and pre-planning of the layout. It was a simple apartment. One bedroom with a small kitchenette and a living room, nothing fancy but had a few places to study and get work done, perfect.

Not to mention her bulletin board that already had her schedule up with prime study times and library hours, this was gonna be fun.

By the time she was done and took a shower, her stomach grumbled and she knew she should eat. It was no secret that Blossom wasn’t the best in the kitchn. Okay it was known that she was the worst but she knew how to boil water and use the microwave, but eating at all the small local cafes seemed much more appealing. 

With her purse in hand she made her way out. 

“Um excuse me?” A voice came just as she was locking her door. “You must be Blossom”

Blossom wanted to turn back around and go into her room. Yes she might have been one of the most famous people on the face of the earth but the girl was one for her alone time. She put on a smile and was ready to meet the fan, she loved meeting fans she was just hungry.

She looked up at the girl with bright blue eyes and long brown hair. A gasp leaving her lips and she squealed. “Robin!”

Her childhood friend who sadly moved a city over during middle school was now staring back at her. “Hey Blossy.” She giggled as she was pulled into a hug. “I would say I am surprised to see you but I’m not.”

Blossom could hardly contain her excitement as Robin wrapped an arm around her own, a little trait that she did with everyone, and they walked down the hall. “Dinner time?”

“Absolutely, we have so much to catch up on.” Blossom smiled back. 

--

“I can’t believe you actually had to fight a monster on prom.” Robin laughed as she bit into her sandwich and Blossom rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Really? I'm not.” 

In that moment Blossom was thankful that Robin was there. Out of all their friends in school, she had always been the most genuine. Never once did the girls status affect their relationship and she never worried about any information about them getting leaked, unlike some of their classmates. 

To be honest she was afraid to be on her own. Her sisters were still together and she had no one. She was a peoples person but not in the way Bubbles was. It was hard for her to deeply connect to people unless it was intellguiet. 

“Soooo.” Robin started. “Did the boys go to high school with you?” She asked eagerly. 

It took a moment for Blossom to process it. The boys? And then it hit her. Robin had been a fangirl, like most, when the boys had joined the school system at the age of 16. Of course she was gone before that had happened and only knew them as the counterparts who tried to kill the girls every once in a while but it didn’t stop her from eyeing them. 

“They went to the rival high school.” Blossom said unenthusiastically as she patted her mouth with a napkin. “We all got along fine, just slight teasing.”

“Did you date any of them? I always thought you and the red one, Brick was it? Would end up a thing.” 

“Why would you think that?”

“Bubbles and Boomer did. I followed her on social media and saw all the cute couple posts about them but someone.” She looked at Blossom. “Didn’t have social media.” 

Blossom could see how everyone thought Brick and her would end up together. But to everyone dismay, they were only friends, maybe. And well, he was more occupied in the boy population than the girls. Of course she was one of the few to know that and they spent just as much time arguing about Shakespeare as they did bonding over the hottest member of boy bands. 

“I have a private instagram that you can have. Brick and I are just friends, well he’s more like my best friend” 

“That's too bad, I always thought you would end up with a ruff.” Robin laughed as she took Blossom's phone and plugged in her new number and every single social media she could find. 

She got her phone back after a minute and dropped some bills on the table. “Sorry to disappoint but he doesn’t swing that way.” 

“Oh really?” This surprised Robin. 

She laughed a little. “Actually we tried to date.” Robin almost spit out her drink. “He took me on a date and when he kissed me it felt wrong, no spark, nothing. It was werid since we are counterparts but afterwards he told me that he was gay and was just making sure.” 

“That's sweet.”

“So now we just braid each other's hair and judge people while complaining that we are single.” 

“What about the green one?” Robin eyed her. “I don’t think Buttercup was into him right? But you could be. Imagine it, the bad boy and the good girl.” Robin was practically blushing.

“Absolutely not.” Blossom almost laughed. “I don’t even think he would go to college and plus, we don’t have anything in common.”

The brunette shrugged and picked up her jacket. “Don’t worry Bloss, this is college. We will find you a hot piece of ass to match with your fine ass.” 

A loud laugh left her lips. “Thank you Robin. Now I heard there is a bakery near here that is to die for.” 

“Oh you and your sweets.” 

----

By the time her alarm went off, Blossom had already been on a morning run, ornginzed her books and ate at the small bakery that had the most amazing danishes. Unlike most people, she lived on the thrill of first days of school. 

She made sure to double lock her door as she strutted out of her appartment and took in the fresh autum air. There was still about an hour before class but so she could walk as slow as she wanted. 

The leaves where starting to tint to a rustic brown and crumble underneath her pumps, she was always a show fantaic and adored walking in heels even though she was already 5′6. There was something about being taller than most of the girls around her that provided a staggering connfiedcen in her, plus it made her more intrmidating against villains. Sometimes she wore 5 inch heels just to be 6 ft tall for the hell of it. 

The walk to the main campus buildings took her past the majority of the socail houses. She eyed one of the frat houses that she wouldn’t bother knowing its name and a glare and bad taste formed in her mouth. She wondered why people even bothered going to college if they were just going to mess around and not do their work. 

She huffed. She didn’t have time for those silly parties and games, she worked to damn hard to be the top of her class and she was determine to conquer this school too. And the school for her masters and eventally doctoral. She was going to be a leading chemist after all and follow in her fathers foot steps. He nearly cried when she said she wanted to work in his lab one day. 

By the time she got to class, and stopped for a tall iced coffee, extra vanilla for her sweet tooth, class would begin in just ten mintues. 

She was thrilled for her class. Professor Keene was amoung one of the smartest and well known chemists in the contry and when Blossom found out she was going to be learning from her, she almost blew up the house from exictemnt. 

She took a seat in the middle row of the lecture hall and was happy that she wasn’t the only student in there. The class began to fill in but she was engaged in her book so she didn’t notcie anyone who was shuffling in the seat behind or around her. She thought about turning around and intrducing herself to other students. She felt a little bad about how stand offish she could be but she was a famous superhero so not wanting to be the center of attention was something she strived for. Unless it was for grades, then she would gladly take her crown. 

Her phone buzzed quietly in the pocket of her skirt. A small smile came to her lips as she read the text from her sister group chat. 

Bubbles: Hope you have a good day at school sis!

Buttercup: i hate this already 

Blossom: Miss you!

She placed the device away as her closed her book and took out her text book. 

“Hey can I borrow a pencil?” A voice came from her right and she reached into her bag and grabbed one without hesitation. 

“Here you go.” She smiled brightly and as soon as her eyes locked onto his, she let out a gasp and nearly choked on air. 

A smirk appeared on his face as took the pencil from her hand, their fingers touched and she felt a jolt of electriy run through her body. Those dark green eyes that she knew all too well pierced through her soul as she gaped at him. 

“Butch?” 

“The one and only.” he winked and she only narrowed her eyes at him. His being in his prescne had set a shiver down her spine and she thought she wouldn’t see him again, espcecially not at a place like this. 

“How the fuck did you get into college.” She blurted out. She never meant to be rude but could you blame her? 

The smirk fell instantyl as he raised a brow. “That wasn’t very nice.” His smirk reteruned quickly. “When the fuck do you cuss Pink?” He disregearded the isnult and instead leaned closer towards her. “Its pretty hot babe.” 

Ugh those winks made her mad. Remindered her too much of there teenage years. 

She wanted to yell at him for the use of the pet name but soon the professor walked in and Blossom almost forgot that she was in class. She shot him a glare and he only laughed as roll was being called. She could feel his eyes on her occsianlly and wanted nothing more than to freeze his hand and punch him in the stomach.

Her eyes stayed glue to the board and her ears listened delicatly to the lecture. she ignored every time he poked her with a pencil or said something that only super hearing could pick up. 

“I could squash him like a bug.” She mumbled under her breath and she knew he heard, and was proabbly smiling and thinking dirty thoughts. Ugh. 

“Alright that wraps up day one. I am cutting class shorter so that you all have time to get settle and situated.” And with that she packed up her breifcase and made her way out. Blossom admired how she held herself so well, all she saw was a image of what she wanted to be. A respectable woman of science. 

Blossom looked down at her notes and smiled proudly at how neat they were. she had spent all of high school learning differnt technquies for optimal note taking and she had mastered it like a sience. 

“So Pink.” Butch intterupted her thoughts and she turned to look at him, she almost forgot he was there...almost. 

“What?” 

“Wanna hang out?” He asked innocently. He even batted his eyelashes for an effect and Blossom fianlly finished packing up. The room around them had cleared out so they were the last two in the room. 

“No not really.” 

He scoffed at her and dramatically leaned in his seat. “Come on babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“You never yelled at Brick for saying it.”

She turned and rolled her eyes. “First of all Brick is my best friend, secondly, he calls me Toots.” 

“So that's why I’m claiming Babe.”

“No!”

“Don’t tell me Boomer has that one? Because thats not fair, hes got Pigtails already, you should learn to share.” He was acting like a child. 

“Ew no Boomer calls me nothing and neither will you.” She got up from her seat and left class, of course he was hot on her heels. 

She didn’t bother walking fast as he would just catch her anyways and she had a feeling he wasn’t leaving her side any time soon, great.

“I like those shoes Pink.” He whistled. 

“Stop staring at my legs.” She knew she should have worn black leggings instead of nude, fuck, it didn’t even matter, boys would find a way to make an outfit sexualized anyways. 

He fake scoffed, he does that alot she noticed. “I would never look at your long goddess like legs and wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my waist as I-” 

She hit him on the side of the head as he opened the door to exit the building. “In your dreams perv.”

“You better beileve in my dreams.” She ignored him and it was well past noon, she should get food. 

“Wanna grab lunch?” He asked as if he read her mind. She probably should say no but she was too hungry to even care. 

“Fine.” She’ll be “everything nice” for now. 

--

Everything nice her ass. Sure she was a sweet girl but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t put her foot down on bad behvior. Actually yes she would, she was Blossom after all. Bossy Blossy is what Buttercup always said. But scolding Butch, who is 19 mind you, for chewing with his mouth open was not being bossy, just a decdent human being. 

“So high school? Did you graduate?” She asked him with a teasing tone. 

During their high school years, the boys went to one on the oppsite side of town, probably for the fact that middle school was spent trying not to kill each other. I mean when you are born to kill someone, takes a while to get over it. 

As the crime rate for the RowdyRuffs died down, and ya know the whole Boomer and Bubbles hooking up thing, they all decided to be civil with each other. Butch had taken up the sport of ‘flirithng with every girl he sees and pissing of BC because he felt like it. And Brick just wanted to beat Blossom in all things academic, they always tied. 

Butch shurgged. “Nothing to tell, got to graduate, almost failed doing so too but I had my share of fun.” 

Blossom took a sip of her lemonade. “How did you get here then?” 

“Oh that. Yes how did I, Butch Jojo end up at this ivy league school? Well babe-”

“No”

“Yes. I am what you called, athetically inclined. Buttercup got a full ride on that basketball scholarship and I got the same, kinda of a greens thing.” He winked and she thought it over. It made sense that he would get a sports schaolrship but why here. 

“Aren’t there other schools with better sport programs?”

“Sounds like you don’t want me here.” He gave her a pout.

“Not thats not it-”

“Relax babe, im teasing.” He stole one of her fries. Bitch. “I got them from all over but I didn’t want to go where Buttercup and the lovesick puppies were, I’m never living with Boomer again, superhearing is a curse when Bubbles is over.” He made a face and Blossom nodded as she emeber that one time she caught them-ew nevermind. 

“So not there, what about Bricks school.”

“And have him up my ass constantly, no thanks. I needed to breath fresh air, plus the frat that I joined is top notch.” 

She almost gaged. “Frat?” Why was she surpised? 

He notced the hint of disapointment but brushed it off. “Yep. Apprently four other guys got the schalrship from that fraternity alone. If you get it and accept, you have to be there for at least two years, which means party, booze and babes.” He winked and it was her turn to scoff. 

She stabbed a piece of lettuce from her salad. “Well you must be enjoying yourself then.” She had lost her appetite suddenly. 

“Aww you’re the only girl I have eyes for doll.” That didn’t make her feel better and it shouldn’t have anyways.

“I would say don’t do anything stupid while you’re there but we both know thats not possible.”

“You flatter me Pink, thinking im the dumb one when blueberry boy is the offical Dumbest of the Dumb.”

“I’d be careful Butch, he passed high school with good grades.” 

“And yet im at an ivy league school and hes not.” 

“Touche” 

“So which frat did you get into?” She asked out of politeness but that smirk that showed his slightly sharper than normal teeth already had her regretting it.  

   ---

She shouldn’t have been shocked. No really. The fact that she was staring at the notorious frat house wasn’t even the worse part, it was how she didn’t connect the dots sooner. Of course he was in the highest ranked frat, Alpha Alp. 

“Welcome home babe.” He winked and her eyes widened before offering her most polite smile, ya know the ones reserved for the press.

He hung an arm around her shoulder and lead her up the path way to the front door. Her eyes turned to the lawn, which was scattered with beer cans, cigarette buds and oh my, is that underwear? Why is she not surpised. 

The house itself looked like it had alot of money invested in it and the boys who lived here were all proabbly from rich familes where daddy was sending them for a bussiness degree and to fuck around. She hated it. 

Frats to her were the lowest point of college. Everyone here didn’t even work to get in, well not everyone, and they just got to party and spend money. The amount of horror stories that came from this house alone made her shutter. 

There were handprints made of paint lining the wooden deck, presumabley of all the past members and a dark green print with ‘Butch’ sctarched in looked to be apart of the newest batch. She found it oddly charming in some sort of sick twisted way. 

He opened the door with a loud slam and she knew that if he was back home, Brick would have yelled at him for being obnoxious and brash. She couldn’t blame him. 

“Hey boys.” He yelled at the five guys surrouding the tv with more booze on the table. It was only a little bit past noon. 

“Sup Butch. Ooo got a new toy and its only the first day!” One of them cheered and Blossom instantly scoffed and glared at him. 

Butch sensed the disconfort immediately. “Actually boys.” He sneered with a smile. “This lovely lady is just an old friend who is smarter than all of you dimwits combined.” Blossom was now being pulled towards the right side of the house and up a flight of stairs. 

That was a smart move Blossom thought. He knew better than to piss of a red. Sure the greens were the toughest and the blues could cry and throw the worst tantrums but the reds, making them mad was a death wish that only few had endorsed and would like to keep it that way.

They passed some more of his frat brothers, each giving them a wolf whistle, wink or a high five and each one made Blossom shiver. Before more things could be said Butch had closed the door of his room, ignoring all the hooping and hollering. 

He let out a sigh and turned to Blossom who was sporting a frown. 

“Sorry about that Bloss” He smiled lightly and she only shrugged. 

“I didn’t expect anything less.” She replied as she turned to absorb the atmosphere

It was a simple room. Two beds, she assumed there was a roommate, dark oak furniture and a suitcase thrown on the ground. Clearly he hadn’t finished moving in. However when she turned to his desk there had been a sign of clear drug use. 

“Did you snort cocaine before class?” She asked. 

“Would you believe me if i said it was a pixie stick?”

“No.”

“Okay then.” He shrugged and plopped onto the bed. “So Pink, whatcha you wanna do?” He wiggled his eyebrows and she glared.

—

He had won this round of Go Fish. Of course she had already beat him five times but he said she couldn’t leave until he had a taste of victory or a taste of her lips, she chose the first one obviously.

“In ya face Pinky.” He flicked her bow and she rolled her eyes. He liked the bow. Even though it seemed childish to wear it, it screamed power and authority. Ever since he was a kid, he waited until he saw that flash of velvet red before starting a duel between the groups.

“One against five isn’t very good odds.”

“Maybe not but it just shows that I don’t give up. Now how about some poker, we can make it strip poker if ya like.” Again with the winks.

She shook her head. “The day I play strip poker is the day hell freezes over.” She looked out the window and saw the golden sky. “I should probably go, it’s getting late.”

It just registered that she had been here since noon and now it was almost 5 pm. How?

He frown and she thought he looked cute. No. He looked fine, not cute. Not cute.

She stood and slipped back on her shoes. Her eyes now level with his. She didn’t realize how tall he was compared to her. Sure she was only 5’8 in these shoes but she wasn’t used to someone being taller than her, specially since all the other Puffs and Ruffs fell below her.

He finished shoving the cards in his nightstand which probably had a stash of weed, cigarettes and snacks that again, probably laced with weed. He was lucky that the chemical x in his body reversed any damage those caused or else she would have scolded him more than usual.

“Well we can get dinner, there’s this really good place that has the best pizza.”

She thought about it and almost agreed. “Well pizza sounds good but I promised Robin that we would have sushi and movie night.”

“Can I-“

“Sorry Butch, it’s ladies night.” She shrugged and finally managed to get out the door before his puppy eyes showed up.

She ignored all the stares and teasing that the other frat house mates made as she walked out the door. The green ruff was right behind her and even though she couldn’t see him, she had a feeling that dark glare was being pointed in their direction.

“You don’t need to walk me home, im a big girl.”

“I know I just felt like it.” He clicked his tongue. “Ya know babe.” She shoved him. “This is the longest time we’ve ever hung out, jusy the two of us.”

“What are you implying?” Her voice was cold.

“Nothing doll. Just, it’s nice.” He fell silent after that and took in the fresh air.

The walk to her apartment wasn’t that far but when she arrived at the steps, she was a little sad.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Butch, do your homework.” She slightly scolded.

He leaned against the handrail. “Are you gonna punish me if I do bad?” That smirk again, ugh.

A dangerous thought got into her head as she leaned closer to him, their noses barely touching and she could see his eyes slightly widen and pink dust his cheeks.

“Maybe.” And as soon as he blinked, she was already walking up the stairs to her apartment.

His eyes blew wider than before as he realized just how close she was and that damn smirk. A smile grew on his face as he pushed off the rails and headed back to his own place.

“Game on Blossy.” He whispered to himself.

—

Robin was finishing the last of her food when Blossom told her about today.

“It’s not a big deal but we’ve never really hung out before.” Why did she feel weird.

“Is he hot?”

“Robin”

“Hey I haven’t seen him since middle school and if he was a hottie back then, imagine him now.”

Blossom didn’t want to admit that Butch was hot, but he was. Slightly tanned skin with dark raven hair and of course he was ripped and tone. She saw the way his arm flexed every time he grabbed a new card and yeah maybe he was attractive, so what?

“He’s fine.” Liar. “You would probably kill over if you saw him so it’s best to keep your distance.”

A laugh bubbled out of Robin and Blossom finished her own food.

“But it’s nice to have him around, much different from Boomer or Brick. Carefree and fun, dare I say.”

Robin nodded and the girls fell back into a comfortable silence as the movie played.

“Would you date him?” She asked out of no where. “I’d bet he date you.”

“He would date anything that moves.”

“Anwser the question Bloss.” Robin was now playing with fire. Blossoms love life had never been a top priority and now with the added stress of college, it may never be.

She thought about it and shook her head. “No.”

Robin only shrugged and became engrossed with the film again. Blossom sat there wondering why she didn’t believe herself when she said no.

She pushed those feelings aside and watched the screen as the man brought the woman into a passionate kiss with a beautiful sunset behind them. Deep down she wanted that to be her.

————-

Ahhh first chapter of my newest PPG fic!!! This is dedicated and practally for all the lovely people in the fandom!!!

[playermorpheus]

part one.

basic information out-of-game !!

full name & nickname(s), if any: Jax Villiers

age: Thirty

date of birth: April 27th

hometown: New Orleans, Louisana

nationality: African American

gender: male

pronouns: he/him

orientation: biromantic/heterosexual

religion: Pagan 

occupation in real life: Professor of Greek Mythology 

highest education level: Doctorate in Greek History and Mythos

language(s) spoken: Greek, English, French, and Spanish.

family !!

father: Vincent Villiers, 68, Owner of Black Magic Night Club.

mother: Candessa Nyson-Villiers, 62, Voodoo Priestess

sibling(s): none

children: Mnemosyne Villiers, 12, biological daughter

pet(s): can include name/age/species

family’s financial status: middle class

who did they arrive in the game with ? who did they leave behind ?? left behind his daughter, his mother, and his father. came into the game with a childhood friend who died early on, and his loss was the reason he joined Catalyst.

health !!

physical ailments, if any: n/a

neurological conditions, if any: depression

allergies: none

extrovert or introvert ? extrovert

do they partake in drug/alcohol use ? his dad owns a bar. He drinks often.

part two.

basic information in-game !!

username: Morpheus

cursor color: green

player class: martial artist

choice of weapon: his fists

guild, if any: catalyst

guild position, if any: guild dad.

occupation/profession in game, if any: guild dad tm

do they own a residence on any of the floors ? he owns a residents on 51

favorite floor: 51

floor they can be most often seen on: 51

past guilds/professions, if any: used to be a solo player.

physical appearance in-game !!

hair color: black

tattoos: none

piercings: one stud in each ear

clothing style: hipster chic, and leather jackets

other distinguishing characteristics: nope

do any of these characteristics exist outside the game ? what’s different and what’s the same ? everything is literally the same. He goes for very face value.

skills !! can be found here.

which skills have they mastered ? cooking, communication, charisma, and stealth.

which skills are they proficient in ? stealth and cooking

pets/mounts !!

pet, if any: Cerberus, dog, he bought him shortly after the game started from a merchant selling pets and mounts.

mount, if any: Sol, a bear, purchased at the same time as 

part three.

personality !!

character label: Everyone’s Dad.

positive traits: loyal, good-natured, and confident

negative traits: sarcastic, kind of an asshole.

goals/desires: In Game, he just wants to get out. Out of Game, to be a great teacher, a great dad, and to marry and care for beautiful woman who loves him and his daughter.

fears: never making it home to see his daughter again.

hobbies: training, and spending time with his guildmates. He also often cooks dinner for the guild.

habits: pretending to be an asshole when he’s not and fidgeting. He also has to make sure that Nike is safe and at least doing sort of okay before he settles in for the night. he sleeps with his eyes open sometimes.

extras !!

zodiac sign: Taurus

mbti: ENFJ

enneagram: Type 2: The Giver

temperament: Sanguine

hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

moral alignment: Chaotic Good

primary vice: Lust

primary virtue: Patience

element: Water

[true-halloween-tales]

2018: #12-SUPERVILLAINS

The origin of the word “villain” reveals a secret about the significance of villains and supervillains. The origin of “villain” is the Latin word villanus; it curiously means farmhand. It refers to workers on villas or plantations. Over the years it transformed into the word “villein,” which meant serf or peasant. A villein came to mean that a person was lacking the politeness or chivalry of a knight – that the person was of a lower social status. Over some more years and human negativity further tainted the term. “Villein” in French is now “vilain” meaning bad or ugly, and the Italian “villano” means rude. What has happened is that one type of people has vilified another type of people as seen in the etymological corruption of the meaning. The significance of this is the difference between a criminal and a villain. A criminal is symbolically branded as a wrong-doer for breaking the law. A villain could be a mislabeled, misunderstood, oppressed person, a farmhand, and not necessarily a wrong-doer. Therefore some supervillains could be more like social rebels and less like evil criminals…

Early villains in fiction wore all black with a tall black hat and a twirly mustache. This was the archetypical image of villains such as Snidely Whiplash from The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show. Early villains included the Sheriff of Nottingham from Robin Hood, Professor Moriarty with Sherlock Holmes, and Ming the Merciless from Flash Gordon (see 2012: #8-MING THE MERCILESS IN THE FOGGY RING OF HELL). In the 1960’s some villains started to emerge who had huge agendas, including: Blofeld from the James Bond series and the Master from Doctor Who (see 2017: #4-SPIES and 2018: #2-GUIDE TO DOCTOR WHO). Perhaps the furthest a villain can go is to have a successful take over of the entire universe. To be able to threaten the universe’s existence nearly as a god, and to make announcements to the occupants of the universe as your subjects is when you have won the supervillain game. This has been done by the tv villains of the Master and Mantrid from the Lexx series, and each ended up destroying at least a section of the entire universe. Now that’s very, very bad and leads us to supervillains…

Supervillains are primarily comic book villains. The term originates from the 1960’s. The most simple definition of “supervillain” is a villain who has a superhero as an opponent. Supervillains often have specific costumes or outfits, catchy names, special talents or gimmicks, henchmen, secret hideouts, secret identities, and master plans. Supervillains appear in comic books to be challenging opponents of superheroes. If the supervillain does not have special powers, then they may have special skills that distinguish them like being a genius. A predominant supervillain personality trait is that of having megalomaniacal delusions. Many supervillains have similarities to dictators, terrorists, and gangsters, with aspirations of world domination.

Supervillains are not always criminals. Sometimes they behave as social rebels. They may not be farmhands or serfs, but they sure are rebelling. Heath Legder’s Joker standing there laughing with millions of dollars burning behind him is the quintessential film scene depicting this. Jack Nicholson’s Joker art gallery scene brings the rebellion to art. Burgess Meredith’s the Penguin only ever had one goal: to have Batman arrested, sued, entrapped, and disgraced. Sometimes supervillains are even depicted as being sympathetic. Magneto from the X-Men comics and films is a supervillain basically because he was a Nazi victim in WW2. Sometimes the line between the hero and villain becomes blurred. Sometimes supervillains become the good guys temporarily at least. The Legends of Tomorrow tv series has included such supervillains as Captain Cold working on a team for a common aim with other supervillains. Since there are so many supervillains, to understand them we must classify them…

The first classification of supervillain is for highly talented people without any special powers. This includes Lex Luther, the Penguin, the Riddler, Harley Quinn, and Cat Woman. A sub-classification are highly talented people with special training: Deathstroke, Kingpin, and even the Joker supposed to have studied chemistry. Another sub-classification of supervillains are highly talented people with scientific gizmos: Dr. Octopus, Mr. Freeze, Captain Cold, and the Scarecrow who often uses hallucinatory drugs on his victims as seen in the excellent Batman Arkham video game series. Many gizmo users are also mad scientists (see #2018: #5-MAD SCIENTISTS).

The second category of supervillains include normal people who gained special powers. This often means that the person came into contact with a rare manufactured substance that transformed them. This classification includes the Reverse Flash, Sandman, Bane, Poison Ivy, and the alien-looking Black Manta appearing in December 2018’s Aquaman film. There are a rare few supervillains in this classification that had their transformation sparked by a natural phenomenon. One such supervillain was Vandal Savage who was seen on season two of Legends of Tomorrow. Vandal Savage was a caveman who touched an alien meteor and developed super powers including eternal life. Another supervillain in this classification, Juggernaut from the Deadpool 2 film, received his size, strength, and power from touching the magical Crimson Gem of Cyttora.

A third classification of supervillain are those with natural, special powers that they were born with. This often signifies that the person is a mutant, usually placing them in the realm of the X-Men. This classification includes: Magneto, the blue Mystique, and the also blue Apocalypse, the first mutant from 2016’s X-Men: Apocalypse film. A sub-classification of supervillains with powers are aliens, with many from the Superman comics. Superman’s foe, General Zod is an alien, originating from Superman’s home planet of Krypton. General Zod also created an evil Superman clone with grey skin named Bizarro. The strange Mister Mxyzptlk is another Superman supervillain, the “imp from the Fifth Dimension.” Another sub-classification of supervillains with powers are demigods and actual gods, such as Loki or Hela, the goddess of death from 2017’s excellent Thor: Ragnarok. Thanos falls into this sub-classification, from 2018’s Avengers: Infinity War film. Thanos is basically a Grecian Titan even though he is an alien, an Eternal. The top villain in the D.C. universe is Darkseid, whose father was Zonuz, the first god of evil and also the last Old God. Darkseid had the ultimate goal of controlling everyone in the universe. The one superhero who fights the most amount of deities, demigods, and cosmic entities is Doctor Strange. His first foe was Nightmare, evil ruler of the Dream Dimension. He fought the godlike Eternity and had a regular fantastic foe with the cool-looking Dormammu, ruler of the Dark Dimension who briefly appeared in 2016’s Doctor Strange film.

A fourth classification of supervillains exists, those with dark powers. These are supervillains who border on being monsters or really are monsters. One such supervillain is Flash’s foe, Gorilla Grodd. Gorilla Grodd was a gorilla in Africa that came into contact with either a meteor or a spacecraft. In either case, he became ultra-powerful, brilliant, telepathic, and he could control minds. Venom is a particularly cool villain because he is a monster, created by an alien symbiont lifeform. What is surprising about Venom in the comics is that he sort of becomes a hero for homeless people. Eventually a harness is put on him and he works for the military on missions as Agent Venom. Hopefully a sequel to the 2018 Venom film will be made that is a proper cult film. In 1944 D.C. Comics had a wealthy merchant named Cyrus Gold get killed in Slaughter Swamp near Gotham City in All American Comics. He then rose as a zombie fifty years later, as supervillain Solomon Grundy, and went on a killing spree and became a Green Lantern villain. Morbius the Living Vampire is about a man who transforms himself into a vampire via a chemistry experiment, and he dons a cool outfit and transforms from being a Spider-Man supervillain to becoming an antihero superhero with his own comic and a film on the way in the future.

A fifth classification of supervillain are atypical supervillains who may fit in no other categories. These usually are supervillains that did not originate from comic books. M. Night Shyamalan’s film from 2000, Unbreakable, features Samuel Jackson as Elijah Price, a supervillain who is returning in January 2019’s Glass along with James McAvoy’s character from 2016’s Split. A sixth classification of supervillains are those appearing in comedy. The Terror appeared in both series of The Tick, and the new Amazon The Tick live action series is pretty good. The animated Adult Swim tv series from 2006-2008, Frisky Dingo, created by Archer’s Adam Reed, featured the supervillain main character of Killface who appeared as a ridiculous but powerful lich obsessed with destroying the Earth with his mad scientist weapon, the Annihilatrix. There are not many supervillains appearing in comedy.

But there are quite a few teams of supervillains. The Suicide Squad is a team of supervillains forced to work for the good guys. The 2016 film was awful, and a sequel is in the way. The Suicide Squad team members change a lot throughout the comics but usually include Deadshot and Captain Boomerang. The Sinister Six are a group of Spider-Man supervillains who are rumored to appear in a future film. The team includes Dr. Octopus, the Vulture, Electro, Kraven the Hunter, Mysterio, and the Sandman. 2019’s Spider-Man: Far From Home will nearly include the Sinister Six with: Michael Keating reprising his Vulture, Michael Mando as the Scorpion, and Jake Gyllenhaal as Mysterio. Yet another supervillain team is the Legion of Doom which appeared in 1978’s Challenge of the Superfriends cartoon tv series. The Legion of Doom consisted of: Bizarro, Cheetah, Captain Cold, Black Manta, Gorilla Grodd, Sinestro, Solomon Grundy, and more!

If we toss all of the supervillains into the Cauldron of Creepiness, which three bubble up to the top and rise above the rest? The Joker is pretty much the number one villain. And Venom is pretty much the most monstrous villain. So those two are easy. I would have to say that Superman’s strange supervillain, Mister Mxyzptlk, would be the third to rise to the top. Since he is from the Fifth Dimension he can virtually do magic and twist reality. The Joker, Venom, and Mister Mxyzptlk are probably the top three coolest supervilllains. But if the top three strongest supervillains were selected, it would be a completely different group. Thanos with his Infinity Gauntlet is certainly in the top three; he sure had plans on making major alterations to the universe! Dormammu is definitely one of the top three most powerful supervillains with godlike powers. His head is made out of evil fire. Dormammu would not be affected by the Infinity Gauntlet, and he could take Thanos down with ease. But Dormammu could be taken down by Galactus, an alien from the planet Taa from before the Big Bang. Galactus survived the destruction of his universe by bonding with the Sentience of the Universe. He gestated for billions of years in our universe until he woke up, and he woke up hungry so he started devouring whole planets. An alien eventually made a deal for Galactus not to gobble up his planet, and the alien was transformed into the herald of Galactus, the Silver Surfer. So Galactus is pretty much the most powerful supervillain.

Superhero films pretty much started with 1966’s Batman: the Movie with Adam West. The quality of the film is usually directly related to the quality of the depiction of the supervillain. 1989’s Batman with Tim Burton’s vision and Jack Nicholson as the Joker is a classic. The Dark Knight with Heath Ledger as the Joker is also an incredible film. The Dark Knight Rises with Bane is also a decent film with an amazing scope. As for tv, Adam West’s Batman series is one of the best for outrageous supervillains. Cesar Romero’s Joker is excellent, Burgess Meredith served up the best Penguin to date, Frank Gorshwin provided an effervescent and the best Riddler, and Vincent Price laid a wonderful Egghead. All three seasons of the series are finally available on disc. Ralph Bakshi’s Spider-Man cartoon series from 1967-1969 was a great series also for its supervillains. It delivered the best Green Goblin even from any film, included traditional supervillains from Electro to the Rhino, had neat-looking monsters, and it featured great incidental music. The Legends of Tomorrow tv series features interesting supervillains, including some who are members of the team of the superheroes. Captain Cold and Heatwave are Flash supervillains who made the transition into being acting superheroes. An entertaining recent depiction of a supervillain was by Tom Cavanaugh as the Reverse Flash on the first season of The Flash tv series. These days Netflix is starting to cancel the Marvel superhero series – the ones with the least interesting supervillains.

Back to the derivation of the word, villain. Could supervillains be related in any way to farmhands, serfs, the poor, or social rebels? Are the superheroes now the super-rich land owners, the knights? Are superheroes ever depicted as being millionaires? Like Bruce Wayne…Tony Stark…Oliver Queen… Hmmm, maybe sometimes the supervillains may not be as bad as they seem, and the superheroes may sometimes be really more villain and less hero…

[ofchrstians-blog]

           i told ya’ll i would end up doing this lmao. anyways, once again i’m xan ( she/they ) and this is my non-rushed intro for my disaster son christian! a proper intro of myself is that i’m busy this semester and i hate it so much but you gotta put in the work to get that degree amirite? i’m pretty much a giant ball of stress at the moment, but i know it’ll all work out, but anyways, you guys came for a proper background on christian, so i hope you guys like this version a little better! and it might be long i’m sorry i’m nutty.

christian dempsey avecedo was born to a young and unprepared couple in anchorage, alaska. by the time of his birth, his mom and dad ended their relationship. his father left almost immediately following the breakup, so his mom raised him as a single mother. due to not having a father present at the time of christian’s birth, he ended up receiving his mother’s last name.

i switched the ethnicities of dylan’s parents irl so in this case christian’s mom is of spanish descent instead of his father, which is why his last name is avecedo.

christian’s mom knew that she didn’t want to raise him in anchorage, so she ultimately packed him up along with their minimal possessions when he was eighteen months old; they ended up moving to winsted, ct. his mom attended community college since that was all she could afford being 20 and a single mom, but she also worked two jobs while attending school.

while they had family that lived in connecticut, christian’s mom didn’t want to rely on her family constantly when it came to his care. as a toddler, there were often times where christian would go to class with his mom.

as he got to school age, christian developed an interest in both math and science. as a baby/toddler, his mom noticed that he didn’t like toys that did a lot of singing, but instead the toys that made him think. when he started school, he excelled in those portions of learning, often winning science fairs and participating in school organizations like math club, decathlon, and things of the like.

while he was in elementary school, his mom finally graduated and became a registered nurse. she was able to purchase a modest farmhouse for the two of them and she continues to reside him winsted to this day.

fast forward to high school and christian is pretty the epitome of the best student. he excelled in all of his academics, but of course he did very well in math and science. when it came to choosing colleges, christian had his mind set on MIT, but he still worried about the money even though there are grants and scholarships out there. however, he just knew that it would be a lot of loans he’d have to take out. 

christian applied to yale out of the encouragement of his mom; she was always super proud of him in everything he did, so he applied without thinking he’d end up with a full academic scholarship to the school. he ultimately graduated high school as valedictorian with a 4.36 GPA, a 2360 on his SAT based on the old scoring, and a boat load of AP and honors courses.

anyways, now at yale, christian is a double major in mechanical engineering and mathematics with aspirations of getting his masters in aerospace engineering. he’s a graduating senior this year, so he’s in his final stretch of his undergrad and his fifth year since he has double majors. 

christian has always had an interest in space and robotics, but his dream job would be working at NASA. he specifically would like to be an aerospace engineer specializing in heat transfer or an electronics engineer w/ telecommunications. 

his schedule is pretty jam-packed between honor council, his fraternity ( sigma omega epsilon ) and the lacrosse team. i need to send this change the main because i thought he was gonna be a doctor, but he proved me wrong!

he’s also a TA for a numerical methods class, so that class doubles as his job and fulfilling a major requirement so he’s pretty damn busy since he usually spends his time between the honor council meeting, fraternity meetings, lacrosse practice, and grading papers. he’ll sometimes teach the numerical methods classes on the days the professor is absent, so he’s freaking busy.

christian’s personality is pretty chilled out, even though he’s a major asshole. he’s the type to half listen, to let things go in one ear and out of the ear, and to overall be pretty nonchalant with conversation. he’s that way with everyone he knows ( except for his momma! ), so it’s never an element of him hating you unless he just hates you. if you come across him at parties, he’s the guy who just casually drinks and spends his time mixing and mingling. he doesn’t really go to parties to get drunk, but to relax and unwind.

if he’s really angry, though, i would suggest steering clear. if he’s turning red and his hands are balling into fists, he’s real pissed and it’s the one trait he gets from his dad. 

i stopped labeling/announcing my charas’ sexuality a while ago because i felt like i was limiting myself with plots and such, but christian is pansexual as hell so he’s pretty open to everything! he’s the kind of guy who makes lasting relationships based on personalities. 

as for plots, i’m open to brainstorm or go based on chemistry, whichever is the most comfortable for you! some specific plots i would love to have are best friends, ex best friends, rivals, academic rivals, enemies, frenemies, flirtationship, ex gf/bf, on and off, toxic fwbs, ex fwbs, current fwbs, hookup, ex hookup, former friends, strictly hookups, squad/clique, good/bad influence, first loves, confidant, and literally anything else!

i’m very sorry for pretty much reposting the same intro, but the last one seemed so rushed to me and like i didn’t give actual detail so here’s me trying again! like i said, i’ll be on for plotting and the like once i’m finished with my homework, so i’ll see you guys then! 

[rennyji]

July 16th Mid Afternoon Tweets...

July 16th Mid Afternoon Tweets...

Milliard organic cacao power is got to be the cleanest chemical free healthiest version of this superfood…can find it on Amazon...

The song “Take It Off” by Kesha- the highlight of my Thursday evening…

Doesn’t this look like Kenny from South Park: ((><))

Whatever happened to Avril Lavigne? Liked her songs “What the hell?” and “Skater Boy.”

Heard some Mariah Carey Songs, like “Obsessed” or “Touch My Body”…there just aren’t enough Mariah Carey’s…

“Aisha” - by Outlandish- another great song…

“La Vida Es Bella” music video…love the looks and moves of the female singer…

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On Monday, after eating lunch, I shook hands with this guy named "Wah." He’s Asian, friendly, and I couldn’t help but be reminded of the martial artists that Master Roshi grew up with, in the Dragon Ball series, when he was fighting King Piccolo…-

-that is one cool dude, and if he does know martial arts, I hope he’ll patiently teach me...

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so a thought...-

So there’s a Biblical saying, “Anyone who loves father, mother, etc. more than Me will not inherit “The Kingdom.” Let’s assume “The Kingdom,” in this context is, “salvation”. Let’s look at it in the perspective of people who follow instructions or impulses to harass others, or the orchestrators doing this Elleven+ years phenomena. You may crave escaping punishment for this or getting the best stuff in life, but if you know what ur doing is wrong to reach your favored destination, with the sole intent of saving ur a*s, not only do you risk the ultimate Salvation, but you also risk the earthly safe place you may be seeking. Why? Because you love your own interests more than what is intrinsically right. Doing what’s right results in its own reward. If you think doing the wrong thing is the only way you see “out of something”, then there’s another Biblical saying to keep in mind: “if ur eye causes you to sin, then cut it out, for it is better to go though life with one eye, then your whole being, or all of you, being thrown into Gehenna I.e. hell or eternal damnation. This does not mean to literally cut off ur eye. But, in order to do the right thing, if you have to risk getting in trouble, people thinking ill of you, or going to jail or whatever, then that is better in the long run, then your loved ones being cursed and you experiencing eternal damnation. Aim for the right thing in life, whatever the cost, for what your Father sees “in secret” or from the good of your heart, will be rewarded in time.

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so, another thought...-

So in 30 years of life, Ive run into all sorts of people. Particularly people of particular positions…when it comes to those in power, Americans tend to have an open mind/adventurous nature to protocols vs. immigrants or their non American born counterparts, who practice strict adherence to protocols. Now, in life, the open mind gives soul to your work. What makes some of the non native Americans practice strict adherence? I mean there’s nothing wrong with strict adherence, but you gotta look at it from their perspective. These people represent those of their background. They are role models, they are people who struggled past biases and various obstacles to reach the highest point of some places. Discipline and hard work defines them. They may be experiencing the reward of a life of struggle. I mean when you think American, you think toward an easy supportive family/financial background, especially of Caucasians. Maybe they really don’t have to struggle that much with at least biases because they are the stereotyped face of the modern world. Among immigrants and minorities, it is thought, if nothing else, that stereotyped Americans, have at least the bare minimum of financial support. In a country with everything, this may encourage liberal adventurous or open mindedness to rules, regulations, and protocols-that said, there can be situations where that goes too far and causes problems. Life is about balance.

What’s an example of what I’m saying? I was recently at Macy’s where a manager was hell bent on getting me to return something online for the sake of protocol that she didn’t think with an open mind and heart. If her register was not working and they don’t have IT support, the obvious thing would be to encourage someone to try another register.  As she sees me going to another register from afar, she decides to follow me and watch me from a distance…wtf…really takin that protocol cr*p to a whole new level. Am I something from the street for you to monitor? Do you know how much I’ve wasted on that mediocre establishment, riding on the image of expensive quality from years ago? So that’s mindless rule following on an extreme level where I don’t know what demon possessed her or what installed mental pair of glasses or extraneous information she was seeing me through.

Then there’s Brother O’Conner from my time at the Iona Prep high school. He belongs to the order of Irish Christian Brothers. For collecting enough cans for the Thanksgiving drive, he rewarded the entire school with a day off, despite allocation of day offs for snow days and having a set amount of school days a year. Everyone enjoyed, teachers adjusted, and no problems erupted from this deviation of protocol. Brother O’Conner passed on, and although I only viewed him from a distance, he lives in my memory in the magical like reward, of a day off, for doing something good. I mean, then there was another Brother who took over, after Brother O’Conner left. No stories like the aforementioned to remember with the second Brother and the personality wasn’t lively. If you want to be in the minds and heart of people, or make a difference, you need to ask questions, not be blind followers, and understand the “meaning and purpose” of rules in place of mechanically being obedient to them.

I mean when modern day youth think of religion or Christianity, they think it’s rules and regulations that judge you, make you feel like cr*p, and that can be summed up with “don’t do this/don’t do that…” but religion is more and primarily about enhancing your mind to believe and achieve anything in this life. 

Christ was a rule challenger. In the face of the laws of Judaism in His time, He says, In Matthew 5:17-18, "Do not think that I have come to abolish the law or the prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.” What does it mean to fulfill the law and prophets? It means Christ wants us to rise above mechanical following of rules. I believe the law in His time says to stone prostitutes. I mean does anyone choose to be a prostitute? At the same time, a prostitute may have more humanity in them than their priestly counterparts. Hence the story of Mary Magdalene. She was about to be stoned by the Jewish elders, according to law, or tradition, but Christ’s sees her heart, who she is inside amidst all those layers. He experiences compassion- a trait not common to Americans or police or some doctors or professors or whatever. (I think it was Shrek who said people are like onions: they have layers.) On the surface, yes, Mary Magdalene a prostitute. But she may have potential for a kind loving heart, an open mind, a potential for greatness. On the basis of the notion of love for all human beings, Christ challenges tradition/law, miraculously writes up the sins of the Jewish elders for them to see, and says, “ let the one without sin cast the first stone.” Mary Magdalene ended up being one of Christ’s most faithful followers. Jewish tradition/law had biases toward tax collectors because they were depicted as greedy, working with foreigners, and overexerting their authority among people. Christ took in, even a tax collector, to be one of his 12 Apostles…-12 Apostles, because, if I remember correctly, it had to do with the 12 tribes of Israel. 

Point being in all this, go beyond mechanical rules, regulations, traditions. In life there is only one rule: The Golden Rule-“Love God first and foremost, and your neighbor as yourself.”

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[blucmoon]

━  ☾ ⊹  ( kim chungha, cis female, she/her ) say hello to KWON YENA, the TWENTY FIVE YEAR OLD that seems to have a lot in her hands with HER job as an ART TEACHER! beyond that, they seemed CREATIVE AND DEDICATED upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of RESERVED AND IMPRACTICAL though. she seems to live in a 2 BEDROOM APARTMENT in SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA. anything else to add? oh, yeah! she’s also A SINGLE MOM OF A FIVE YEAR OLD GIRL!

– basics

full name: kwon yena

goes by: nana

birthdate: feb 02, 1996

age: 25

gender: female

ethnicity: korean

religion: atheist

spoken languages: korean, english.

current living conditions: 2-bedroom apartment on the 18th floor of her building. decent sized and 15 minutes away from the college she works at and a 10 minutes walk from sooah’s elementary school. 

occupation: teacher at k-arts in the school of visual arts.

– relationships

father: kwon chanyoung (alive) polite.

mother: kwon kyungmi prev. seo kyungmi (deceased) good terms.

older brother: kwon namhyuk (alive) close, good terms.

aunt: seo hana (alive) really close.

– physical traits

height: 161cm

weight: 50kg

eye color: dark brown

hair color: currently dyed black, long.

tattoos + piercings: has her daughter’s birthdate tattooed in roman numerals on her ribcage, peonies on the left shoulder.

– personality

mbti: infp “the mediator”

moral alignment: true neutral “the undecided”; act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion.

strengths: idealistic, seek and value harmony, open-minded and flexible, very creative, passionate and energetic, dedicated and hard-working, loyal, devoted, sensitive to feelings, caring and interested in others, values close relationships.

weaknesses: too idealistic, too altruistic, impractical, dislikes dealing with data, takes things personally, difficult to get to know, sometimes loses sight of the little things.

yena is a true idealist, always looking for the hint of good even in the worst of people and events. she likes searching for ways to make things better. while she might be perceived as calm, reserved or even shy she has an inner flame and passion. she’s guided by her principles, when deciding to move forwards she will look to honor, beauty, morality and virtue, being led by the purity of her intent, not rewards and punishments. fantasy worlds particularly fascinate yena. she can often drift into deep thought due enjoying contemplating about live overall. she relies more on intuition and is more focused on the big picture though she can be particularly meticulous when it comes to her students’ art or her own.

she places emphasis on personal feelings and her decisions are more influenced by these concerns rather than by objective information. When it comes to making decisions, she likes to keep her options open and tends to delay making them just in case something about a situation changes. she experiences a great depth of feelings but she largely processes these emotions internally. yena has an incredible sense of wonder about the world.

– background 

1st momentum  

the kwon family was highly renowned in the business world, not only for how perfect the family seemed to be, but also because the head of the family, kwon chanyoung, was an extraordinary business man with a love for charity and helping others as well as other social reasons. he was a firm believer that the moment to change the future was now. yena was the second child in the family, younger than his brother by 3 years. despite the age gap, both kids always enjoyed one another’s company, that and the mischiefs they always managed to pull with their family and friends. yena was a well-behaved kid despite this, following orders most of the time. those rare times she didn’t were due they not making a lot sense or being correct in her own books. since young, she’s always questioned every single thing and wondered out loud the reason to do this or that. her parents always fed her curiosity with the answers she sought, fully knowing that it was better to let that inquisitive spark live than having a girl without her own criteria.

2nd momentum

as they grew up, the siblings became even more inseparable even when they weren’t in the same school or years. as for yena, she started to show her love and talent for arts and her parents enrolled her in a high school with a prestigious art program which allowed her to experiment different mediums and techniques to find out that she was extraordinary when it came to oil painting and sculpting. there she met her first love and dated him for around 2 years before breaking up. high school helped her to get prepared for college life in both, the art department but also in the entrance exam, which she successfully passed and enrolled in the korea national university of arts.

3rd momentum

college. the place where one truly finds themselves. this period in her life made a huge difference in who she was going to become in the future. upon arriving, yena noticed how competitive and extremely ambitious everyone was when it came to their art… which further motivated her to excel in every aspect. soon, yena managed to become a hot topic as someone labelled her as a “freshman prodigy”. her artworks proved to be top quality and exquisite, minimum details and corrections were pointed by her professors, but what marveled everyone the most was how it seemed like the title didn’t get to her head and she always remained humble and kind to anyone who asked her for help. this caught the attention of several guys who wanted to have at least a date with her. at the end of her first year, she started going out with someone from the design department. no one knew how or why it happened, but it did and yena was completely head over heels for the guy. he was kind, polite and liked to go full-on nerd mode when it came to topics that interested him, which was utterly endearing for her and so they dated for around a year and a half before everything changed.

4th momentum

suddenly, at the end of her sophomore year things went downhill. desperation took the form of mascara tears running down her cheeks as the two lines in a cheap pregnancy test, which she got in a haste from a convenience store, confirmed her fears. she was pregnant at the age of 19. yena was well aware that it could potentially change her relationship with her boyfriend and family. still, she decided to keep it a secret until she visited the doctor to confirm the results. 

when telling her boyfriend about it, he acted in a way yena never expected him to. he was surprised, to say the least, and didn’t want to believe he was the father as he was always careful to bring protection with him. yena explained that it wasn’t a 100% effectiveness rate… and then he accused her for cheating, claiming that he wouldn’t take responsibility.

heartbroken, yena decided to go home that night to also tell her parents the truth whom were extremely disappointed. nonetheless supported her when she decided to keep the baby. their relationship, though, wasn’t the same as it used to be. her father was cold and drew a line yena knew she’d never be able to cross and her mother constantly looked at her with what she recognized as pity and disappointment.

not being able to take it anymore, she decided to move with her aunt, who completely understood the situation as it was similar to what she went through years ago. her parents didn’t stop her and other than paying for her college, only because it was something they didn’t want her to leave unfinished, they rarely talked ever again. yena was able to finish the following semester but decided to temporarily leave school as her last trimester approached.

5th momentum

in march, her baby was born and she named her sooah. thankfully, both of them were healthy. yena became a single, 20 years old mother. despite her young age, she matured as her baby grew up and became completely devoted to her without dropping school. with the help of her beloved aunt looking after the baby in the mornings, yena picked up her education and managed to finish in time after cramming a whole semester. after that, she decided to get a masters degree so she could become a teacher. all this while taking care of her baby and having a part-time job to support them both. her parents noticing how hard she was working to give sooah a better life, decided to help her for a little bit until she got back on her feet, but it was also because they little sooah won both of their hearts in their very first meeting.

now, at the age of 25, she’s a renowned teacher at her alma mater while sooah is in kindergarten.

– her daughter

full name: kwon sooah

birthdate: 27/03/2016

age: 5

gender: female

personality: sooah is smart, creative, and unconventional. she is also laid-back, disorganised, and non-judgemental. out of chaos comes genius, but due to her lack of organisation she often has trouble applying her energy and finishing projects. she is quiet, reserved, and a thinker. prefers to stay at home rather than go out and make friends. has a rich inner fantasy life and is a fan of science fiction and fantasy. prone to eccentricity. she is polite, compassionate, and thoughtful. goes out of her way to help people, and is sympathetic to the plight of people she has little in common with. does not mind a messy environment. she is quiet and does not make friends easily, but she cares deeply for the friends she does make. she is emotional and anxious. her imagination can work to amplify her fears, because she considers all the ways in which things could go wrong. she is strongly affected by horror films. sooah is hard to get to know as she is shy and sensitive. she naturally prefers to be alone or to have just one or two friends, and her tendency to be anxious and afraid makes her nervousness around people more intense.