#timezone yeet or something

[dreamswideawake]

NAME: Amy!

PRONOUNS: She/Her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): Poet/Aatos over here on @dreamswideawake and my muses over on a private Discord server! The muses from there that have blogs (apart from Poe) are: @remedialmuses (Alan, Jesse, May, Deirdre, Barry, Scratch and Casper) and my 1920's Gangster boys on @storiesfromsnakeeyes (Oliver, Tomasso, Mark, James, Robert and Violet).

RP PET PEEVES: I'd have to say a lack of communication? If you're not happy with something or you're not sure, speak to who you're writing with! I understand it can be hard reaching out or feeling like you're being a pest, but I still think that no question is a stupid one...plus, I'm pretty sure if you approached someone about their lore/interpretation, 9 times out of 10, they're going to be really excited to talk about it with you! Also, as Ink said in her own post, I'm not a fan of knee-jerk call-out cut you dead behaviour. Writing/roleplaying is supposed to be a fun hobby and we all just want to yell about our muses in the end!

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS: So, I've actually been roleplaying since about 2008-2009 but that was on a private Skype chat and via emails of all things boy howdy am I showing my age. But, I've officially been roleplaying on Tumblr since around 2012. My first blog was Oogie Boogie from the Nightmare Before Christmas (that blog is still up and I do occasionally check in!) and an OC called Shadow who was...literally Oogie's shadow. I've played a bunch of muses since then, too and all over the place!

FLUFF, ANGST, or SMUT: ALL THREE! Anything and everything, honestly. I will say, though, the only thing I don't tend to write is graphic smut. I prefer fade to black where applicable!

LONG/SHORT REPLIES: Either! I tend to try and match the vibe of who I'm writing with, but Poet has the habit of straying into purple prose because...drama king and I do love a bit of background description to set the mood and world build!

BEST WAY TO INTERACT: Shoot me an ask meme, like a starter call, chuck me a DM or take a look at my opens! Come and chat to me, I don't bite.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I'm a UK girlie and I'm conscious that not everyone I write with is in the same timezone, so I'll occasionally pop a few responses in the queue so that they're yeeted out at the right time, but I'll normally get onto my laptop in the late afternoon and start replying to things. I also occasionally answer asks on mobile or I'll hoard them until I have an idea for a response - if you've ever sent me an ask and it's not been answered, that's why - because I want to make sure I write the best replies I can.

tagged by: @incangencence (thank you ily! <3)

tagging: Anyone who would like to do this~

[wordbunch]

Okay so what's your take on timezones in middle earth? (@queenmeriadoc )

And what are your thoughts on elves being able to just "yeet" their fëa out of their body and into the halls of mandos, do you follow the "they can all do this" approach or the "only Luthien/Arwen can do that because that's just how it works" approach?

hello my love <3

i don't think they have timezones in the normal earth way; there's probably some realms where the sun sets later or earlier than elsewhere, and most definitely some times with wOnKy and strange passage of time (lórien?)... but i don't think there's timezones in our traditional sense. maybe i'm missing something that's written in appendix R 77.3 or sth like that 😂

YEET THEIR FËA PLS 😂💀 my thought on this is they are all able to do it in theory, but in practice it's like a v special ability that takes a whole lot of energy and focus and whatever, but some of them can fsr do it effortlessly. ✨ is this anything? 😂

thank u for providing me entertainment 💘

[twisted-tales-told]

oh for the assumption asks, you have the vibe of a morning person (but that might be kinda affected by the fact that you are always on here so early? (Is it even early where you are, timezones confuse me) so yeah I might be wrong)

I am the earliest morning bird all winter long and then something happens during daylight savings and I get yeeted into the void and suddenly it’s 10am and I’m still in bed?

Plus I feed a cat at 5:30/6 every morning and sometimes I go back to sleep after which is never a good idea.

[wiildhearrted]

♡ | BASICS.

(PEN)NAME: Kristen/Kris/whatever you wanna call me

PROUNOUNS: She/her

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken; poly

TIMEZONE: EST (GMT - 5) I was cst (GMT-6) before the move, so this is taking some getting used to

♡ | THREE FACTS.

I’m very introverted (as I feel like most people on this site are), so I take a while to get to the ‘I’m gonna spam you whenever I want’ stage.  And even then sometimes I don’t bc I’m terrible at remembering to actually message people but IM TRYING TO BE BETTER I PROMISE.

I moved ten hours from home and I’m still in the midwest and tbh it makes me scream.

I love watching playthroughs of horror games, but I’m a big fucking baby and cannot play a horror game.  I’ll never fucking finish it.

♡ | EXPERIENCE.

I’ve been roleplaying for almost ten years on tumblr (April 2013 baybeee).  I got started rping on the big oldies like gaiaonline and msn messenger when I was like, god, ten to twelve? Around there.  I’M OLD AS HELL.  Been writing since I could hold a pencil.

♡  | MUSE PREFERENCE.

Looks at my roster.  Nikki is my oldest muse.  I’ve been writing different versions of her/developing her since I was ten or twelve lmao.  She’s not my very first muse, as I wrote little short stories as a kid, but she’s the one that’s stuck with me the longest.  She’s my baby.  Elivyre is also super fun to write and they’re pretty similar.  I love little shit heads that are pretty confident in themselves/have a cocky nature to them.  It’s so far different from me and it’s so much fun to write.  But I do love writing soft sweethearts like Caleb, too.

♡ | FLUFF // ANGST. // SMUT.

FLUFF.  You wanna see me squeal?  Give me fluff and cute things.  Makes my soft little heart soar.

ANGST.  YOU WANNA HEAR ME SCREAM FOR HOURS??? Give me angst that leads to character development.  I don’t care if it’s positive or negative character development.  Give me the good good hurt/comfort.  

SMUT. Eh?  Some of my muses are horny little shits.  Sometimes I’m in a mood to write smut, or the muses want smut.  I’m very, very rusty writing smut as I never wrote it often or consistently.  It tends to be something that takes me a while to write unless the inspiration really strikes.  I’m more comfortable with fade to blacks, unless the mun is someone I talk to relatively frequently/feel comfortable with.  Smut isn’t completely out of the question, though.

PLOT // MEMES. I enjoy both!  Memes are great to get things started between muses if we’ve never interacted before ic or ooc.  I love good plots, though.  I’m just struggling to come up with any as of late, and I don’t like approaching people to plot without at least something vague in mind to bring to the table.  More often than not, my ‘plotting’ is us telling each other about our muses & how the would react to each other in general or in specific situations.  Sometimes that leads to a spark of inspiration for a specific plot.  Memes are good for the same thing!  If y’all ever see something on my wish list, or have something on your own that you feel would work between muses, feel free to just yeet yourself into my ims and scream.  I’m trying to do the same!

Tagged by: I stole it from @anomalyfated​ Tagging: steal it and say i tagged you!

[vellaphoria]

pick a trope tag game

 Thanks for the tag @ayzenigma! :D

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers (I love both! But if I had to pick...) //

coffee shop au or flower shop au (if I pick neither and then pick both on another set? They’re just not my thing tbh) //

hurt/comfort or there was only one bed (por qué no los dos?)//

found family or partners in crime  //

canon compliant or canon divergent (depends on the canon, but for DC it’s pretty much always canon divergent lol)//

domesticity or pwp (not a huge fan of either actually... I don’t find domesticity too interesting to read about and I prefer my porn with plot, thanks)//

fluff or angst with a happy ending (all the way baby - gotta earn that happy ending through author-induced suffering)//

misunderstandings or major character death (I don’t like either that much! Misunderstandings are easy to write in ways that make me want to yeet my laptop, but also I don’t like reading character death unless I’m actually trying to feel sad) //

1st person pov or 3rd person pov (I, uh. Can’t read first person stuff anymore. I just can’t)//

soulmates or forbidden love (both are good, but I like soulmates with complications! And a whole lot of pining) //

roommates or fake dating (eh, I could take or leave either)//

slow burn or meet-cute  (do you ever want to read a good slowburn longfic for a specific ship but then there aren’t any you haven’t read yet so you have to write it yourself?)  //

love triangle or polyamorous relationship (imo when it comes to fiction, if you can’t solve the love triangle with poly, you aren’t trying hard enough XD)//

secret relationship or unrequited love (third choice: not actually unrequited love??)//

royalty au or magic au (I only tend to write royalty AUs with magic, so I guess it’s gotta be magic. Plus magic systems are fun to come up with!)//

high school/college au or neighbours au (another set of tropes that I could take or leave)//

mutual pining or idiots to lovers (BOTH! ALWAYS BOTH!)

it’s a bit late where I am and I don’t want to bug people in my timezone with notifications, so you’re tagged if it’s something that seems fun to do!

[cbk1000]

Do you think ohmygod I'm gonna sound so dumb rn bc I don't remember the name, but the other guy who was in Klaus's squad in Ireland, who reminded him of Kol, who he had to hang off a window w, who he started seeing as his brother in arms, and called the guy called him brother back, do you think had that human boy been the person to learn who Klaus was, as in a monster, first before mick do you think he wouldve acted differently than Mick and Klaus wouldnt have shut himself off entirely and be so idk changed from that experience, an experience he obviously carried raw and new in his heart, something that shut the last bit of whatever tf Klaus holds as connection he tried to extend before, or wouldve he acted the same way? and now I know logically he wouldve acted the same way as Collins if not worse but still.....is there an itty bitty tiny hopeful chance that the boy wouldnt have turned on Klaus bc I KNOW I WAS ON MY HURT KLAUS RAMPAGE YESTERDAY but BUT, I also am a finicky bitch and literally I have NO excuse for wanting soft happy accepted Klaus feels, but I do rn SO LIKE TELL ME.

and Also yes yes I know I can always just yeet you a text on discord yada yada but now that I have permission for jumping into your ask box and harassing you, I am literally not gonna stop lurking here.

ALSOOO sending this as anon bc I want to and Like whatcha gonna do?? not answer it?? well you can but like please do answer it I need to know ok and tag me bitch bc your posts rarely come up on my dash thanks to the timezones.

And yes yes I know I'd save you a lot of hassle if I just didnt?? send an anon msg and texted you, but like fuck off [well dont fuck off answer the question and then fuckk off] I want to, so now deal w it.

Ok I got the name TOM, tommy boy, I WAS ASKING ABOUT TOM.

@certifiedceraunophile, who is clearly the author of this:

All I saw was the Tom ask when I first got into my inbox (I was on mobile) and I was like, "Wtf is this person talking about?" and then I scrolled down a bit and saw the Massive Ask and even before getting to the Discord mention, I knew who wrote it. I know your Signature. lmao

Anyway, as for the question: I don't think so. Collins was a much different scenario: he had just watched Klaus slaughter a bunch of people in a very inhuman way, and understandably was a tiny bit disturbed by it. But even a far more benign scenario in which Klaus confesses what he is to someone he considers a friend and comrade-in-arms is never going to be low-key. It's very difficult for humans to accept being confronted by the monstrous, especially in the guise of their friend. We see this even in far more 'normal' situations in which a friend or family member is accused of a horrific crime. Either you can't bring yourself to believe it, no matter the abundance of evidence, or you're horrified. There is sometimes instantaneous denial; but never instantaneous acceptance. No matter how open-minded one is, if his comrade-in-arms suddenly tells him, "So, cool story, I'm actually a thousand year old cannibal and all my siblings are in caskets for rejecting me. You're gonna' keep being my friend, right????", he's hardly likely to initiate the Secret Bro Handshake. And I think anything less than total and immediate acceptance would trigger that unstable pissbaby.

Klaus is obviously tormented by and obsessive of the notion of loyalty; and for him loyalty is absolute. Both Klaus and his victims are being punished for Esther's rejection of him. He never got over that. He had to remake the idea of what it is to be family. He formed out of that godawful slurry of magic and bloodlust the perverted definition of love as blind tolerance. For him every rejection is his mother's rejection, and they are punished with equal violence.

[fullymechanized-consoomer]

I was re-watching the Incredibles and noticed something about Bob’s boss

his office says so much. It's blank and lifeless like everyone else's, showing that he's just as much a cog as Bob. 

All clocks have the same timezone, meaning the company probably isn't international and rather small, or that his job isn’t important enough for him to keep track of timezones, but he likes to pretend that he’s a big shot. It also provides the illusion that time itself is stuck in this place

The quarterly chart to the right shows a steady, unending stagnancy. No growth or decline, just an eternal mediocrity.

Bob had to bring a folding chair with him, meaning that his boss doesn’t have a guest chair which implies he doesn’t speak with people often.

All he has on his desk is an empty calendar, a pencil sharpener, and a form for Bob to sign. 

He’s not truly doing anything beyond looking prim.

Bob’s office meanwhile is cramped with books and computers and a filled out calendar.

This again illustrates that Bob and his coworkers are the one running things, while his boss has little to nothing to do, and is probably a simple middle manager deemed incapable of doing the technical stuff.

Everything about this company is dead and stagnant, nothing changes and the work isn't that important. Everyone is kept in cubical and even the boss stays in dreary isolation. Nothing anything the company does to further itself matters and it’s all useless tedium, which is why the Boss is literally and metaphorically a small man.

Bob was fully in the right for yeeting this manlet’s ass

[archiveddvrpg]

Congratulations, LIA! You’ve been accepted for the role of MACBETH with an approved FC change to Dev Patel. Admin Rosey: Ladies and gentlemen, we are incredibly excited to announce that we have our Macbeth! Mikael Falco is a difficult character to capture simply because writing him is like a balancing act - you have to understand his own wants and the wants of those he loves and find balance between the two. Lia, you managed to capture him and his voice perfectly making him wholly unique and stand out in an unapologetic way. We are over the moon to have out Macbeth and even more excited to see what ruin he'll bring to the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Liar

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I pop in every few days for replies, and I’ll definitely be even more active once school ends in a few weeks.

Timezone | EST

How did you find the rp?  | The RP tag many, many eons ago.

Current/Past RP Accounts | *points at Ro*

IN CHARACTER

Character | Macbeth— AKA the wonderfully indecisive and useless Mikael Falco. I would also like to request an FC change to Dev Patel. Dev is 29, so I was hoping to age him down to 31 or 32? That would also make me much more comfortable with the age gap between him and Lucrezia!

What drew you to this character? | Honestly, after I read Macbeth in my Shakespeare class, I began looking at Mikael in a different light. I think there are many people in Verona with  one track minds and desires, but none as plagued by their owns demons and indecision in the way that Mikael is. He was told exactly who he was supposed to be. His parents outlined all the steps, set him up with all the tools and knowledge necessary to secure notoriety for the Falco name. This man yeeted his own parents out of Verona. Like who does that? I think I’ve fallen in love with the potential Mikael sees in himself, but his own inability to make anything of it, and I am v excited to see how he can potentially wreak havoc (or not) when he finally does something (or doesn’t, but if he does it’ll probably be stupid lbr). Being a dark, immoral asshole means nothing when you don’t have the intelligence, aptitude, nor motivation to act on it tbh. He’s not the obvious pick for someone in pursuit of throne— but I believe his inability to quiet the lust within him will potentially get him damn near close (or damn near dead).

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

I DARE DO ALL THAT MAY BECOME A MAN; WHO DARES DO MORE IS NONE— Mikael definitely isn’t the most moral of characters. His parents instilled one goal within him. They never said he had to do it in the most right or moral way. I am interested in exploring his own loyalty to the mob, or the lackthereof. I see him taking the most convienent possible route in order to obtain the one thing he acquires most, and that is the crown. Whether that be through the Capulets or through the Montagues.

IT WILL HAVE BLOOD THEY SAY. BLOOD WILL HAVE BLOOD—The ambuigity in his connection with Matthias is something I adore. It never concretely states whether or not Mikael actually killed his father, but considering all the people he’s killed, whether it be for the Falcos, the Capulets, Lucrezia, or himself— Mikael has accumulated a plethora of bodies in his wake, and quite a few ghosts to follow. A HUGE charactaristic that defines Macbeth, and Mikael too is his own paranoia. He’s always convinced someone is out to get him, and that his own actions (mostly lackthereof), will come back to haunt him. This plot isn’t super concrete right now, but I want Mikael to something (or many) deliciously stupid. Maybe it’ll work out, maybe it probably won’t. These are mostly traits I hope to explore through further characterization and plot development.

SHALL HE DWINDLE, PEAK, AND PINE— There aren’t many people nor things Mikael fears (maybe Lucrezia and his own mind), but Theodora definitely creeps him the fuck out. He won’t make it easier for them, he wants to be chased, pursued even, before he ever considers giving in. What happens when they offer him an escape? Through the experimentation of his own body and mind? What happens when they offer him a potential way to quiet his demons? Mikael has never been one to indulge in drugs, Lucrezia has always been intoxicating enough (an equal parts a headache), and I’m interested in how they might end affecting him— for better or for worse. Will it make him more active? Will it make him even more inactive then before? It would take time because Mikael is stubborn as fuck, but these are all things I hope to discover ;-)

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Pls. Don’t let Lucrezia do it though :|

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample:

1. Mikael born to a family that coveted immortality, to the point where they’d procure it by any means, and for any imminent amount. They would appraise their SOULS, and solicit them to the highest bidders. It would be the Capulets that accepted their terms, and from that moment on, their names would forever be intertwined with the Capulet reign. A symbiotic liaison was formed, one that depended on a child, a son, in particular, to propel forward. But hadn’t they saw how precarious of a position they’d left him in? How difficult it was to make a proper namesake for himself, one severed from the Capulet name, when the only prosperity he’d known was flung to him in scraps from their bloodied, opened palms? They’d grown far too content with being the Capulet’s lapdogs, and they’d managed to commit the greatest sin that any mortal man could carry out against him. Doubt. As they boarded their flight back to India, after a very convincing conversation with Cosimo Capulet expressing his concern for their dwindling minds, his parents were then reduced to the nameless commoners that they’d once been all those years ago. They should’ve known better, but they hadn’t known better— and that’s when Mikael understood that he was not the GOD he believed himself to be and that a total recreation of  himself was vital. He would no longer be the child of two people utterly content with being subjected to the will of another. Those were not the kind of people that were IMMORTALIZED by scripture long after they were gone. He would become the man unwilling to settle for anything other than absolute IDOLIZATION, no matter who would have to be eradicated from his path in order to do so. He were a man willing to forsake even his own parents; how could anyone believe he would not obtain what he wanted at any cost?

2. He would know of LUST before he knew of love (though can he say he truly has loved? When the only love he’d had known has been distorted and corrupt to its very essence?) That terrible, that wild desire— it was instilled in him from his earliest moments of comprehension. This insatiable want; this unquenchable need for something more. It would lord over him in his youth, towering over him like an ominous cloud, but it wasn’t until adulthood that Mikael would dally with it, exploring its various nuances and potentiality. It wouldn’t be until his parents denied him of what he believed to be rightfully his that he first succumbed to it. The second time would be when he saw her. She’d been a dancing flurry of reds, vivacious energy ricocheting off of her and into the minds of her spectators— men and women of all ages. But there had been a crucial disparity between Mikael and the rest of the onlookers, as he would coo to her months later. They were wholly content with being graced by Lucrezia’s presence. A glimpse of her was all they thought they deserved. He’d been greedy, not wanting to settle for a meager glimpse. Mikae had never been one to stop at what he simply deserved. That same lust that had driven him to exile his own blood was the same lust that electrified him in his pursuits of Lucrezia. He’d been a man of scarce variety in his own thoughts, and a man of even scarcer actions. And truthfully? Mikael had known he wasn’t good enough. Not at that moment when he’d first saw her. But his desire fueled his insignificant life with purpose, and despite his own habit of capitulating to inaction, he were determined more than anything to become good enough. No one could deny Mikael of that— of his unquenchable resolve. Lucrezia could ask him of anything, to stare down the GODS themselves, and he would’ve done so. At that moment, he had been nothing and she had been everything. They would BECOME something together. She would breathe life to the Falco name. He’d signed away his soul and commenced with his dance with the devil. Lucrezia wanted a chase— she wanted him to leap through rings of hellfire for her favor, and he’d indulged her with little resistance. He had not expected the softness her love would instill within him, and how wholly determined he would be to keep her happy. She would become the spark that would ignite his flame; she breathed life into the Falco name as he’d expected, but she’d breathed life into him too. He’d been completely enchanted, blind to the power he’d gradually begun to sign over to her. His soul had gone first, followed by his cognizance, a suspension of disbelief replacing the parts of his mind that were meant to be logical. Mikael would come to know that flame Lucrezia wielded, that flame that once frequently warmed him— and that it was just as capable of SCORCHING him all the same. She’d seized all his shortcomings, and how plentiful they had been, and stored them in her ARSENAL of weapons to be wielded against him. And wield them she did. Each TAUNT bounded him tighter and tighter to her. He was incapable of overlooking his own inferiority in her presence. That inferiority that he’d promised himself to overcome, was now being used to keep him constrained, confining him to his own mediocrity. Maybe this is what he deserved for existing as a being ruled by only lust. Mikael told himself that a lesser man would have befallen the same fate, but how could he truly have known, when that lesser man himself met him every day in the mirror?

Extras: my love and adoration b/c I took too damn long on that para sample sokefgoegek Btw, all my bold text disappeared. :( I redid it twice. And it’s gone, yet again

[skleton]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙏 — y’all… this shit is a mess, but we’re doin it. i’m emily, i’m 21, from the est timezone, and i use she / her pronouns. this dumpster fire is darcy, aka the skelly in the closet, and i would like to formally apologize for her in advance. enjoy !

her bio is on the last tab of her theme if anyone would like to read... yes the subtitles ARE in code, and there’s a few easter eggs regarding the subtitles too. if anyone figures them out u will have my eternal admiration and love.

name: darcy kovac.

age: twenty-one.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she/her/hers.

major & year: mathematics, fourth year.

faceclaim: sophie turner.

occupation: barista at bean me up.

BACKGROUND ! tw for death, stalking, and mentions of violence & drug addiction.

darcy is That Girl. she’s a meanie ( sorry 😩 ), very unconcerned by the feelings of others, and like ms joan jett, she does Not care about her bad reputation

SO to start us off

born n bred in new york new york baby, and you better believe she’s kept that new york attitude ever since

all was hunky dory for the first parts of her childhood, filled with dollar slices and nosebleed seats in yankee stadium

but one day, baby darcy stumbled upon the fact that her dad was addicted to opioids, confessed her concerns a week later to her guidance counselor, and promptly found herself yeeted to hemlock when she told her mom what she’d done

she was big upset about this change ofc, and received approx 0 explanation beyond a big ol lie about the suburbs being ‘safer’. darcy vc ok mom we could’ve just gone to jersey but go off abt fucking illinois ig

cue darcy being a BRAT

angry about the secrets and the move, feeling unduly punished only for her concern for her father, she started lashing out, doing a complete 180 from a relatively good, quiet kid to an angry, rebellious one

her relationship w her parents deteriorates p awfully over the next few years, and it’s just... sad. she was always particularly close w her mom as a kid, and her mom tells her you’re breaking my heart and it’s SAD

at 16, she starts receiving anonymous letters, and it becomes clear pretty quickly that she’s got a stalker, and we hate to see it

this continues on for months with little assistance from the police, and when she starts receiving photos of herself in her own room, she takes matters into her own hands

yes, this means darcy waits outside her house with a baseball bat every night for weeks on end. yes, this also means she beats the shit out of her stalker, so... props to u darcy

needless 2 say, mr stalker does not come around anymore

at some point in high school, darcy had a big argument with her mom, saying some awful things to her. these, of course, were the last things she said to her before her mom was killed in a car accident, and the guilt has practically eaten her alive ever since

from then on, it’s been much of the same. she was a Bad Girl in high school, and she’s still a Bad Girl today

as for melanie, darcy was NOT a fan. big time not a fan. she met her once her dad started dating melanie’s mom, and it was all downhill from there. in darcy’s eyes, she feels like her dad has moved on and replaced her and her mom with melanie and her family, so it’s just... not a fun time all around.  

one of the few good things in her life is a local girls’ baseball team, the bears ! darcy fondly calls em the bad news bears, and she’d fully die for them. ppl hate playing her team bc she’s easily the meanest coach in the league, but the girls adore her and she always takes them out for pizza after. that’s all thank u for coming to my ted talk

PERSONALITY / HEADCANONS !

SO. after all of the above, we have a bitter and angry girl, full of simmering resentment that’s turned into the worst kind of toxic cocktail

like i said, darcy is Mean. she’s sarcastic, foul-mouthed, does not care about consequences in the slightest. she’ll burn bridges at the drop of a hat

the only time she’s ever even REMOTELY soft is with her bears so. gluck w that

something she does a lot is calculating the odds of things like... just for the hell of it. girl is constantly doing equations in her head, half bc she’s a freak who thinks it’s fun and half out of pure habit at this point

the BIGGEST hoe for the yankees. the only reasons she goes home are for weekly dinners / opportunities to raid her dad’s drawers, and yankees games. it’s p much the only way she and her dad can sit down for a couple hours without darcy blowing up

she’s the worst barista at bean me up. she’ll make your drink wrong on purpose and then glare at u until you take it anyway. i’m so sorry

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

friends !! i mean... darcy is Awful but if anyone wants to put up w her we will accept SDGJLSDG

someone she’s actually genuinely soft for bc goddamn bitch calm down

on the opposite end of the spectrum, BAD friends. darcy is mean and petty and i’d love someone for her to pal around with who’s just as mean as she can be

hookups !!! anyone and everyone. she ain’t picky and she’s always horny.

she’s a Lot so someone who isn’t a fan is absolutely likely. gimme someone she rubs the wrong way, and it’s bad

make this bitch fall in love i swear to god. do it.

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

some

BODY once told me that beaujester week starts now because timezones are a goddamn mystery and i live in the future compared to most of yall and i cannot wait any long to share my fics with you 

SO HERES DAY 1 YALL BATTLE COUPLE AND FIRST KISS YEET @beaujester-week

AO3 Link

and fic below the cut:

There were some moments that Beau really hated magic. Right now was one of those moments.

“Can you see them?” Jester’s voice called out from the bottom of the tree that Beau had climbed up.

Frowning, Beau gave another look across the skyline, perched on a thin branch near the very top of the tree. The sun was quickly approaching the horizon, but she saw nothing but trees. After a few more moments of searching, she dropped back down to the ground with a scowl on her face.

“Nothing. Not even some smoke. Either Caleb fell into a cave or something, or we got sent too far away to see anything.”

Jester was hugging herself when Beau dropped down, her lips pursed and her foot tapping the ground. “When I messaged him he didn’t say anything about not being able to shoot something into the sky…”

“Then we must be really far away. Or he’s really far away.” Beau ran a hand through her hair. “Either way, I’ve got no idea where the others are. Can you message anyone else?”

“I can… but then I won’t have high enough magic left to dimension door us towards them.”

Great. Just wonderful. The two women glanced around the forest for a while, as if something might have changed in the ten minutes since some asshole wizard had managed to teleport them out here. Usually, it wouldn’t be a problem, but this particular forest was, according to the locals, filled with gnolls, ogres and wolves and other things that would probably like to kill them. It was also apparently far larger than originally anticipated.

Of course, assuming they were even still in the same forest as they’d been in when they fought that stupid wizard.

“What about locate object?” Beau asked, looking up through the verdant canopy at the sky, which was becoming tinged with pinks and oranges of sunset.

“I already tried with Caleb and Caduceus…” Jester’s voice trailed off, and she winced, while Beau tried to remember how many spells she’d seen Jester cast in the fight before they’d gotten whisked to wherever they were now. Too many. Better she save whatever she had left than waste it on the hope any of the others were still in range.

“Right. Guess we better… pick a direction and start walking.” She said.

Jester brightened up a little, making a show of picking a random direction and declaring it to be the best one, setting off with a spring in her step. Beau jogged to catch up to her, keeping a lookout for any danger as they began making their way through the forest.

It would be fine, Beau was sure. They’d walk around until they found somewhere to shelter for the night, Jester would be able to send more messages in the morning, they’d be able to work out where everyone is, and then they’d figure out how to get back to each other.

They just had to survive a maybe-monster-infested forest until they did.

As if she had called it upon themselves, Beau heard a dull, faint thud from somewhere to her right, followed by a few more. She tensed up and stopped in her tracks, Jester instinctively freezing next to her, both of them looking in the direction the sound, squinting through the branches.

For a few moments, silence reigned.

Another set of thuds, more noticeable now that Beau was listening out to them. Heavy, and slow. Far too close for comfort.

“We need to-” Whatever else Beau was going to say was lost in an instant when all of her instincts suddenly screamed for her to duck. She did, grabbing Jester by the arm and pulling her down with her, a javelin whistling over right where they had been standing, where it probably would have skewered them both had they stayed still.

Jester couldn’t help a surprised yelp, clapping her hand over her mouth.

The footsteps were quicker now, still approaching. They didn’t need to be told twice, scrambling back to their feet and taking off in the opposite direction, Beau holding on tight to Jester’s hand. The last thing they needed was to get any further separated.

Unfortunately, whatever was chasing them was faster. Beau could hear the footsteps — about two sets if she was hearing correctly — pounding closer and closer with every passing second.

Another javelin flew past them, burying itself into a tree trunk just in front of them.

Jester stiffened for a second, Beau’s momentum carrying them forward so quickly they stumbled, buckling to their knees and scrambling to get back up, both of them cursing three ways to the next week.

They were down for a barely a few seconds, but even that small delay was enough for their enemies to catch up, two hulking ogres breaking into view, massive splintering greatclubs gripped in their hands and sneers crossing their faces.

“Dimension door?” Beau asked, Jester nodding with wide, fearful eyes before opening her mouth to say the spell.

At the same moment, one of the ogres picked up a fallen tree trunk that lay on the ground, chucking it directly at them, the other lumbering forward with greatclub raised.

Beau dove out of the way, rolling to a stop and seeing Jester now a good fifteen feet away from her, having jumped in the opposite direction to avoid the trunk, which splintered on the ground where they had been.

Fuck. Shit. She caught Jester’s eye from between the trees, a split second before they knew a fight would really be upon them. Her eyebrows knitted together with determination, her hands already reaching for her holy symbol.

If they weren’t able to stick together long enough for a Dimension Door, then they’d just have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Luckily for them, they were surrounded by trees. Trees which gave Beau an excellent vantage point to run up and jump off of in order to kick an ogre in its stupid face. Multiple times.

For about thirty seconds, it all went remarkably well. The trees also gave them a fair amount of cover, the ogres having to duck and squeeze their way through to try and get to them. Jester managed a lucky guiding bolt, nailing one of the ogres directly in the eyes and sending it crashing to the forest floor.

Seeing its brethren fallen, the ogre Beau had been fighting promptly lost its shit. The only warning Beau got was a low, guttural roar before a greatclub slammed into her stomach.

All the breath was knocked out of her lungs, a sharp cracking sound filling her ears as she went sprawling onto the ground, distantly hearing a shocked cry from Jester somewhere behind her.

“Beau!” Jester’s dress rustled as she sat down next to her, Beau grimacing and wheezing as she pulled herself up to her knees.

“I’m good-I’m good-” She huffed, holding one arm over her stomach.

Jester opened her mouth to say something, cradling one hand and holding her holy symbol in the other.

But then the ogre roared again, far too close for comfort.

“Shit-” Jester glared at the ogre, her eyes flickering back to Beau before she seemed to make a snap decision in her mind, and all of a sudden, her lips were pressed up against Beau’s, a burst of warmth and healing magic flowing into her.

The kiss lasted for a second and then Jester was gone again, holding her injured hand to her chest and running past her, a sacred rush of flames descending upon the ogre.

What…?

Beau sat there stunned for a few moments, focused entirely on the quickly fading sensation of Jester’s kiss, the last lingering remnants of her magic leaving a soft glow in their wake that soon faded too.

Then the ogre took a swing at Jester, the tiefling just narrowly managing to jump out of the way, and the world came crashing back around her again. She darted to her feet, curling her hands into fists again before racing back into the fray, even if a part of her was still stuck on what had just happened, stuttering like a broken record.

With the two of them together, they made short work of the remaining ogre, only waiting a moment to catch their breath before they ran deeper into the forest. The sun was truly setting now, but it wasn’t long before they found a cave — okay, more like a crack in the side of a hill, but it provided some cover — that they huddled into, not wanting to take their chances resting out in the open.

The adrenaline faded away and no matter how hard she tried, Beau’s thoughts kept drifting back to the kiss. Did it count as a kiss? It had been so quick, such a split-second moment, could it really be called a kiss? Jester had kissed her before, on the forehead or even on the cheek a few times, but never on the lips.

Even though the fight was over, Beau’s heart was still racing. Her stomach seemed to be tying itself in knots, her breaths short. Or maybe that was because of the cracked ribs.

“Are you okay?” Jester’s voice cut into her thoughts and she tilted her head towards her. “Your hands are shaking.”

“What?” Beau looked down to see her hands were vibrating, not too much but enough to be noticeable, and she promptly willed them to stop. “Oh.” Gods, she still sounded flustered, her cheeks heating up.

She looked back at Jester, whose expression was somewhere between expectant and absolutely bewildered. For a few moments, they just looked at each other, cheeks a few shades redder or purpler than they usually were, fingers twitching towards each other.

Gods, what if she was waiting for Beau to say something? What if she had already forgotten about it? It probably didn’t mean anything, she’d just been trying to give Beau some quick healing, one of her hands had been full and it looked like the other had been hurt and-

“Oh, your hand, is it alright?” Beau spoke quickly, grateful for any distraction.

A flicker of something crossed Jester’s face but quickly disappeared, the hand she’d been cradling before still curled up against her chest. “Um, it’s fine. Nothing a good nights sleep won’t fix.”

Beau shuffled a little closer, thankful they’d taken the time to create a small campfire, trying not to look Jester directly in the eye lest she absolutely lose her mind. “Are you sure? I’ve-I’ve sprained and broken wrists before, they hurt a lot if you don’t take care of them properly.”

“If you say so.” Jester chuckled lightly even though she hadn’t really said anything funny, lowering her hand and allowing Beau to take a look.

A few seconds glance told Beau that it was definitely sprained, at the very least. They were both silent while Beau took care of it, but she could feel Jester’s eyes on her, while her traitorous mind continued to replay those tiny few seconds, picking it apart until she almost felt like she was actually seeing it happen over and over again.

“You- uh, out of healing spells?”

“Yeah. I used my last one on you.” They were both now pointedly avoiding eye contact, even as they sat so close their legs and sides were pressed against each other.

“Right. That was…” What was she saying what was she saying oh gods “That was nice.” What the fuccckkkkk?

For a second there was dead silence. “Oh.” Jester sounded surprised. Not just surprised, pleasantly surprised. “Nice?”

Abort. Abort. Abort! “Yeah. Unexpected… but nice.”

Nice? Was that really the only word she could come up with?

“I mean-uh, it was pretty heat of the moment-” Beau’s mind was spiralling, trying to land on the right words to say and just ending up flailing hopelessly, her tongue moving without her brain really able to catch up. The only consolation was that Jester seemed equally as lost.

“Oh yeah, totally.”

“It was a tense situation, really quick, your hands were full. Not too meaningful, right?” Oh, gods.

“Right.”

Beau chanced a look at Jester, only to accidentally make eye contact, quickly breaking it off to stare directly at the opposite side of the cave instead. They lapsed into an awkward silence.

It was probably a good thing that her body was already stiff, because when Jester’s hand slowly, hesitantly found its way over to Beau’s, fingers carefully tucking themselves around hers, she couldn’t tense up any further than she already was.

When she spoke, Jester’s voice was barely above a whisper. “It… it could be meaningful.”

Beau’s heart skipped a beat.

She swallowed, before clearing her throat. “Yeah?”

Slowly, ever so painfully slowly, Beau turned her head to face Jester. This time, she didn’t break the eye contact.

“Can… can I kiss you properly this time?”

Beau didn’t answer. She just nodded, closed her eyes, and leaned in.

[they-them-pussy]

so i'm rereading good omens to stave off my antsiness because may 31st is too far, and:

crowley really really really is very proud and fascinated of humanity. he's really just those kids who're so happy when some new invention comes out. he bought this watch that was super expensive but has multiple timezones. he tells ligur his pen can write underwater. he's just!!!! a nerd!!!

that intro scene with him and the cops was cool and it's just immediately undermined by "hail satan." "hail satan." "Hi."

i never noticed ligur doesn't know crowley. hastur does but not ligur. ligur was meeting him for the first time in the cemetery

dark hair!!!!!!

crowley thought about killing the antichrist

CROWLEY THOUGHT ABOUT YEETING ADAM

and only stopped because what would happen was 'something awful'. he only stopped because he was scared. in the beginning he was considering killing adam

he loves humanity's inventions enough to try to get hell to use them (cellnet) like a kid introduces their guardians to new tech they haven't heard before and that's just

that's cute

but we know how that turned out

[brutal-out-here]

.*｡✫*My One Year✫*ﾟ･

yes I did put this off till the last second, I almost forgot oops lol

I've been on this place for a year now....OMG!! How has it been a year already? But it feels like I have been on longer then that at the same time? It's hard to explain.

I've my highs and lows on this app but it probably is one of my favorites due to some of the people on here.

I literally have a post with over 1,000 notes on it!! Its crazy to think that. I made it in like 2 minutes. I have no idea how that even happened.

I have nearly 800 followers which is the absolute craziest thing to me. Like almost 800 people went "Oh wow I really like their stuff" or "Aye they seem nice" or just simply just hit follow just because. It just amazes me.

And o receive messages and/or other notifications many times of day. Which is absolutely insane as well. To anyone who's ever messaged or liked my post or my reblog or whatever I thank you so much, it truly does mean alot.

I remember joining Tumblr after my friends suggesting it over and over again and plus being able to be on a place with Taylor. I was a no body for awhile. But in the last 2 months or so I think I've actually became, not tumblr famous, but like noticed by people.

Like I've finally found a place where there is actual people wanting to talk to me, let alone ones that actually stick around. Not too many people can stand my random thoughts at random moments lol. Though I still thank those who have tried to talk to me then go away because I wasn't what they thought or something. You still made the effort lol

Just in the last year I've made so many friends, some being just mutuals I dont talk to but they know who I am.

I've grow closer to my 1st internet friend Sara aka @gorgeous-irwin . She isn't on here much anymore though. But I still talk to her on Wattpad.

@zetsuboukiibo and it won't let me tag so I guess I'll just put a link you guys are literally my best friends since forever. As a token for actually standing me in real life(lol) is that I'll just type "YEET" (I'm going to regret that lol)

@what-now-lucas we haven't talked long but you really are a friend. You're really nice which is amazing. Ur amazing. I wish could talk more but apparently we're in totally different timezones and timezones suck lol

And last but the last from least The @rip-lukes-balsamic . We've only been talking for 3 months but ur one of my best friends. Ur usages of memes and reaction pics are superior. Plus you have an amazing personality and I absolutely love it.

And there's so so many other people but I have a bad memory and forget URLs plus it'll take too long to type them all out. But really, to anyone who's nicely interacted with me I thank you so so much. You put up with a that goes from talking about Taylor Swift to diving deem into band fandoms lol.

This place has been one of my main happy places in the last year. I've learned and grown as a person after being on here just only in a year. Cant wait to see what the future has in store.

But for now enjoy a screenshot from the day I got tumblr lol:

Omg it looks so bad lol

Bye♥️x

[dxnbriiight]

** have you been re-introduced to AVIANA DENBRIGHT? last we heard, the HALF-BLOOD was most familiar with timeline TWO. I don’t recall if they were always a GRYFFINDOR, but I’ve heard the SEVENTH YEAR is still LOYAL, COMPASSIONATE, RELIABLE and STUBBORN, FUSSY, COMPULSIVE, so that’s familiar. at least she remembers their way around the castle.

hello hello hello !! my name is mickey, i’m 20 (soon turning 21 ARIES SEASON YEET) and i’m in the gmt+1 timezone but my sleeping schedule is all over the place and time is a social construct. this is 1/2 of my babies, aviana; let’s get right into it.

pinterest

tw: death

wand: ebony, dragon heartstring, 9¼ inches, pliable - this wood type is highly suited to all manner of combative magic and also to transfiguration. dragon heartstring cores produce the most powerful magic, capable of the most flamboyant spells. they change owners easily, but they form a strong bond with whoever is their current owner. wands with dragon heartstring cores will not incline towards the dark arts on their own accord, but are the most susceptible to turn to the dark arts.

patronus: black bear - this animal is often mistaken as a deadly predator, but in reality they feast mostly on berries, grasses and roots. this is how the opponent will see anyone who produces a black bear patronus; a fierce opponent who will protect themselves and the ones they love but who have a softer side hidden from the world. the black bear is known for its adaptability and it is often seen in how resourceful they are capable of being.

amortentia: freshly brewed coffee, clothes fresh out the drier, vanilla and cinnamon.

boggart: her sister’s corpse

sun: taurus, moon: leo, rising: sagittarius 

HISTORY:

as a child, she was always enthralled by magic; her father made it a point to expose her daughters to almost every piece of magic he was familiar with, much to the dismay of his dear wife, who although accepted and was comfortable with the fact that her husband and daughters were magical, couldn’t help but have a tiny bit of constant fear present in the pit of her stomach. but it was beautiful; when thibalt made it rain stars or when aviana managed to produce a bird or when adelia made her teddy bear bigger - a beautiful anomaly, just like her family.  

losing her little sister wasn’t really something she’d ever imagined having to go through. caught up in the war, a casualty among the rest - aviana couldn’t do anything to save adelia and it breaks her heart every single day. she apologised, over and over again to her parents, holding on to the notion that yes she could’ve done something, and her parents tried to tell her to not return to school, but aviana was stubborn, and she wouldn’t let them win. wouldn’t let adelia’s memory go to waste just because she was afraid.

before everything happened, getting ice-cream with her family was one of aviana’s favourite outings; she always got mint chocolate chip, while thibalt got strawberry, laurel pistachio and adelia cookies and cream. they all knew the order by heart and anytime they deviated for novelty, the others knew that there was something going on, good or bad. aviana misses the way she was with her family, so close and loving - but after adelia’s death, it was like laurel and thibalt denbright lost a light within them, and they were terrified of losing another.

timeline one: this timeline is the only one in which adelia survived, because the war never existed and her baby sister didn’t try to save that younger boy while she and aviana were travelling through diagon alley. avi still wears a smile on her face no matter where she goes, laurel still sets four places at the dinner table when the girls were home from school, and thibalt still spoke loudly and proudly about his daughters and how well they do in their classes.

timeline three: in this timeline aviana (like in any other timeline) is determined to fight and although she says she’s ready and prepared for the war to come, she’s only a child, who has her life revolve around an impending war, instead of it revolving around school, and what she can do to become the person in the magical society she wants to be.

[kylecoopers]

task:001

i wanted to make sure i did this so uh this bitch empty, yeet

NAME / ALIAS: gabby

AGE: 19

TIMEZONE: est

PRONOUNS: she/her or they/them!

YOUR CHARACTER’S FC: troye sivannnn

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?: uMh

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?: i love the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind :’)

FAVORITE TV SHOW?: ummm i don’t have one ?? or maybe it’s like law and order svu or like some trash reality tv bc i can watch 90 day fiance like its nothing.

FAVORITE VIDEO GAME?: UMMMMMM pokemon bc im a child OR animal crossing

FAVORITE BOOK?: the mara dyer series !! ik it said book but like eh

FAVORITE MUSICIAN/BAND?: i love love love catfish and the bottlemen

ZODIAC SIGN: i am a sagittarius / scorpio cusp with a leo moon and a cancer rising (and also add me on costar @/ripitsgabby ;) )

MBTI: i think it’s like. infp

ANY OTHER THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO LINK?: my pinterest can be found here, my favorite vine is the “rebecca it’s not what you think” and 

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN AT WATERSHED IN TERMS OF EVENTS, TASKS & OTHER FUN THINGS?: uMMm costume party just bc i love building costumes (but also rip polyvore wtf) and a lot of tasks that maybe break your character out of their comfort zones?

ARE YOU OKAY WITH MEMBERS MESSAGING YOU TO CHAT PLOTS & THE ROLEPLAY?: pls do omg bc if u dont, i will

ANYTHING ELSE?: honestly i can’t think of something so no

[hcngsang]

   hello   beautiful   people,   it’s   me,   kiki,   coming   to   you   with   an   unfinished   character   and   messy   intro   !   i’m   twenty   one   yrs   old   uhhh   i’m   from   the   gmt   timezone   and   currently   dying   bc   of   school   ! anyways   this   is   jaesun,   a   human   who   despises   androids   or   well   at   least   the   android   who   basically   stole   his   life   kind   of   jlksdfjlskdj   !   he’s   annoying   ,   doesn’t   rlly   care   much   about   the   feelings   of   others   and   wishes   he   was   born   in   the   90s   or   something   like   that....  

 omg   also   i’ve   never   played   the   game   before   and   i   checked   some   wikias   n   vid   of   it   and   it   looked   so   cool   that   i   went   to   a   game   store   and   saw   it   was   like   20   euros   !!   but   i   couldnt   buy   it   yet   and   when   i   looked   on   the   site   just   now   it   was   back   to   65   euros   ...............   im   so   stupid   :c   but   okay   carrying   on   JFDSLKJFD   underneath   is   some   more   info   about   him   so   please   take   a   lookie   and   give   a   heart   pls   if   u   wanna   plot   !!

tw: uhhh none that are very heavy, there’s a mentioned death but nothing too graphic

CHOI   JAESUN.       don’t   sit   on   my   dick   if   you’re   afraid   of   heights   !        

000.   QUICK   STATS.

NAME:   choi   jaesun

AGE:   twenty   three

DATE OF BIRTH:   11   march   2026

GENDER:   male

NATIONALITY:   japanese... right fdjskl? 

OCCUPATION:   currently   unemployed

001.    BACKSTORY.

he’s   one   half   of   a   pair   or   well,   he   was   one   half   of   a   pair.   jaesun   lost   his   twin   sister   to   a   sudden   heart   attack,   something   that   to   this   day   still   doesn’t   make   sense   to   him   because   she   was   so   healthy   and   everything   good   but   it   only   shows   that   death   doesn’t   discriminate.   it   wasn’t   until   two   years   after   her   death   that   his   mom   bought   someone   new   into   their   house,   an   android   to   be   exact   one   that   looked   eerily   similar   to   his   dead   twin.

jaesun   had   always   been   fascinated   by   androids   and   how   they   worked   so   he   was   very   excited   to   witness   with   his   two   eyes   what   this   android   could   do.   he   wasn’t   bothered   by   the   appearance   in   the   slightest,   if   anything,   it   somehow   calmed   him.   because   it   looked   almost   identical   to   his   sister   jisun.   her   death   certainly   affected   him   a   lot,   because   she   was   not   only   his   sister   but   also   his   best   friend.   

at   first   jaesun   loved   to   have   the   android   around,   someone   who   was   willing   to   do   chores   around   the   house   and   who   would   cook   but   when   he   noticed   his   mother   paying   more   and   more   attention   to   the   android   than   him   he   started   to   despise   the   android.  

now,   he   was   never   the   favorite   child   that   much   he   knew   when   jisun   was   still   alive.   but   there   was   something   hurtful   about   his   mother   favoring   a   fucking   android   more   than   her   only   child.

so   not   only   he   felt   like   he   was   less   than   the   android,   he   and   his   mom   started   to   fight   more   with   his   mom   blaming   his   lazy   ass   for   not   doing   shit   in   the   house   before   and   after   jisun’s   death   and   with   jaesun   blaming   her   for   always   comparing   him   to   his   sister   and   taking   better   care   of   the   android   more   than   her   own   son.

002.    PRESENT.

WELL   he   moved   out   of  the   house   and   it   was   very   dramatic   and   he   got   into   a   huge   fight   right,   said   “   i   don’t   ever   wanna   see   ur   face   ever   again   !   ”   but   probably   saw   his   mom   a   week   later   when   he   entered   the   apartment   building.........   since   they   uhhh   all   live   in   the   same   building   i   guess

anyway   yeah   the   experience   really   gave   him   a   bad   outlook   on   androids,   especially   when   he   was   also   laid   off   of   work   soon   after   bc   they   were   gonna   hire   androids   instead   bc   the   wages   were   a   lot   cheaper   ...   uhhhh   okay

so   now   he’s   just   breezing   through   life   with   no   real   purpose   and   spends   most   of   his   time   in   rapture

003.    PERSONALITY.

basically,   he   thinks   he’s   better   than   everyone   else   and   isn’t   afraid   to   show  it   ?   i   wouldn’t   say   he’s   mean   mean   but   he’s   not   kind   either   ??   for   the   most   part   he   just   doesn’t   know   why   you,   a   zero,   is   talking   to   him,   a   10.   lmao   !   he’s   pretty �� indifferent   if   he   hurts   people   bc   he   cares   about   him   and   him   only   !   basically,   he’s   like   ...   confident   to   the   point   where   he’s   conceited,   bc   he   knows   he’s   hot   shit   jsdflkdfj  

oh   yeah,   so,   negative   traits:   conceited,   candid positive   traits:    audacious,   independent

basically,   my   whole   damn   inspo   was   singularity   and   watching   20   fancams   of   singularity

004.   EXTRAS.

jesus   i   spent   way   too   much   time   thinking   about   how   he   looks   like...   ugh..   why   does   tae   have   so   many   gr8   looks....   okay..   well   hair   ?   black   ?   i   think   during   fake   love   era   ???   omg   im   going   through   it..   uhhh   what   do   i   add   more,   oh   yeah   !   buys   expensive   black   /   white   basic   shirts   because   he   can   n   he   likes   the   way   he   looks   like   a   normal   non-rich   person   when   he   wears   an   overpriced   270k   yen (   ??   is   there   a   diff   currency   )   black   shirt   lol   but   also   wears   dress   shirts   and   trousers   and   nice   shoes   n   a   tie   just   because   he   wants   everyone   to   now   that   he   is   a  god   amongst   all   of   these   humans   n   androids  

can’t   really....   keep   relationships   and   is   more   into   casual   hookups   /   fwbs   etc   so   he   usually   yeets   the   fuck   out   when   someone   catches   feelings   for   him   (   or   if   he   caught   feelings   for   someone   else   omg   rip..   )

Choi   Jaesun   is   Bad   at   Feelings

005.    WANTED PLOTS.

all   of   these   are   open   for   further   plotting   of   course   !!

a   best   friend   who   put   up   with   his   shit    &   feed   his   ego  !!   has   to   be...   human...   

childhood   friends   someone   who   prolly   still   has   embarrassing   pics   of   him

someone   he   dislikes   /   can’t   stand   

unlikely   friend   /   polar   opposites

an   android   that   he   could   consider   a   friend   maybe   ?

fwbs   /   casual   hook   ups

someone   who   he   leads   on   owo

bad   influence   on   someone

anything   angsty   of   COURSE !!!!

i   will   maybe   make   a   proper   connection   page   butdfjsodklsjf   these   r   a   few   i’d   have   and   ofc   i’m   open   to   anything   else   !

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      hi my new friends ! i thought i was gonna copy and paste this intro from an old group i was in, but i love Torture and thus... rewrote the whole thing with a couple of new tiny details ! i’m jai, 21, she/they, and from the eastern timezone ! uh... this is my first time being in a krp and i kinda recently got into kpop as a whole i’m biased to got7 if you haven’t noticed Yeet, so pls take it easy on me, i’m trying my best ! and.... i hate to be That Person, but discord/ooc chats make me anxious & overwhelmed so i won’t always be in the chat but just know like ... i’m there in spirit. anywhomst, what you do guys say to me introducing you guys to kang while i wait to see if my spanish professor cancels class tomorrow, shall we ?

let’s introduce you to DAO MING ‘KANG’ FENG MIAN, they are a TWENTY EIGHT year old WANG JACKSON lookalike living in HOTEL YONGSAN. this particular CISMALE has been living in Seoul for TWO AND A HALF YEARS and has gained the title of being THE INTANGIBLE CONCEPT during that time, which is probably because of their SCRUPULOUS, OBSERVANT yet DOMINEERING, AGGRESSIVE tendencies. not to mention HE currently works as a RESTAURANT OWNER & HEIR, and can been seen hanging around DONGMAEMUN DESIGN PLAZA in their free time. 

MINI MENTIONS OF ASSAULT AND MISCARRIAGE, BUT I DON’T GO INTO DETAIL.

right off the bat, kang’s real name is feng mian but literally no one calls him that now other than his grumpy grandfather. he introduces himself as kang and likes to be addressed as such.

he was born in shanghai to zhang wei ( ceo and director of the london headquarters of the dao ming corp. ) and jinghua ( a former international high fashion model and current cookbook author ). kang doesn’t have any siblings, so he grew up close to his cousins.

the dao ming family business is the dao ming corporation, which is the largest family owned corporation in shanghai and makes the dao ming family the wealthiest in china, with an estimated net worth of $58.9b, and it constantly rises everyday.

the dao ming corporation mostly focuses on financials, luxury real estate, and construction. the current ceo and director is kang’s grandfather, but when he passes away, then kang’s father will take over the company as a whole and kang will lead the london headquarters.

jinghua had a pretty difficult pregnancy with kang ( which is why he’s an only child ), and it was expected that she would have a miscarriage, but kang ended up coming a few weeks earlier than his due date. her pregnancy had already been a public spectacle since their relationship & marriage was already followed and scrutinized, so jinghua and zhang wei decided to raise kang in london. he was 3 when they made the move.

the family settled in the affluent hampstead, london village and kang grew up pretty spoiled. his parents always got him whatever he wanted, but they also weren’t the kind of parents to pass their son off on nannies. despite their own busy careers, zhang wei and jinghua were always there for important events, to tell him goodnight, and greet him when he came home from school.

during his teenage years, as most do, kang went through his rebellious stage. he started not listening and being an overall little dick, but he made sure to bring home the best grades. he knew from a young age that he’d someday be doing his father’s job, and kang hates feeling like a failure, so he always did his best.

when he was sixteen, kang was gifted with a porsche 911 that he would always use to hotbox with his friends. kang got into smoking as a way to calm his nerves ( since he does have generalized anxiety disorder ), but he also liked to do it with his friends because that was their way of hanging out with one another.

fast forward and kang went off to the university of cambridge thanks to his incredible grades on his a-levels ( i hope i got that right i’m a dumb american ), and three and a half years later, kang graduated early and was gifted with the car that would ruin his life for a couple of years: a snow white bentley bentayga.

it’s the summer following kang’s graduation and he goes to a manchester united game with his friends. of course, kang had been drinking ( don’t worry, he wasn’t driving ), but they drove his car to the game. when leaving, kang’s car had been scraped badly by someone who was backing out of his parking space. instead of kang just exchanging insurance info and going to get his car fixed .... he ended up getting into a really bad fight with the stranger.

his friends attempted to get him to stop, and once the police arrived, kang turned his drunken assault on the police. thus, kang was arrested. he was originally charged with public intoxication, assault and battery, and assault on a police officer, but thanks to his fancy pants lawyers and his parents, it was talked down to two years on the charges of assault and assault on an officer.

so, kang spent two years in federal prison.

following his release, kang returned home, but his grandfather saw kang as nothing more than a huge, huge disappointment. he wanted zhang wei and jinghua to cut kang off financially from the family, but they weren’t going to do that to their son. kang spent about three months at home, and during that time he decided he wanted to open a restaurant in seoul.

his parents were supportive, and kang had always loved to cook, so he figured that the restaurant would keep him out of trouble and keep him busy until it was time for him to take over his dad’s portion of the family business.

once he got soba up and running, kang made the move to seoul full time two and a half years ago. over the course of those two years, kang settled into the presidential suite of hotel yongsan and slowly started getting tattoos. he currently has a full sleeve on his left arm, and for now he’s finished, but that’s mostly bc his mom smacked tf out of the back of his head when she saw it for the first time.

PERSONALITY

so, kang’s a momma’s boy even if he doesn’t want to admit it. you know that tumblr post about the boy who cursed really loud, his phone rang and like a second later, in the softest voice he said “hi mama”? that’s kang in a nutshell.

overall, though, he’s a really antagonistic guy. he’s content with being alone, and he doesn’t really like when people play games or joke around too much. all in all, he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t handle his emotions well and he doesn’t really like to have his emotions played with, so just.. don’t press his buttons.

positively, he’s really into a routines and having things in order, so he might panic if something falls out of whack and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

whenever he’s really upset, though, kang will completely shut people out and either spend his time in the kitchen at soba or he’ll shut himself off in his suitte. he likes to give himself time to be alone and it’s kind of his way of managing his anger -- sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. it all truly depends on how angry he was at that moment.

he swears a lot, skips breakfast all the time, and has a bad habit of stress eating amongst other habits. he can be really sarcastic and he doesn’t like letting people in, so good luck getting his can of worms open ! uh, he barely sleeps and wakes up at sunrise, but somehow manages to not look like a zombie so that’s we’re at fam !

as for plots, i’m pretty much open to anything ! best friends, friends with benefits, ex friends with benefits, ex friends, enemies, rivals, family friends, squad, strictly hookups, one night stand, two night stand, hateship, work friends, drunken hookup, flirtationship, ex fling, current fling, ex bf/gf, on and off again, almost gf/bf, workout buddies, neighbors, and literally anything else we could think of ! also, kang doesn’t label his sexuality AT ALL so that’s a lil thing to know when plotting ok !