#A Broken Toy // Mun Talk

[ravarui]

The research for the meta hurts me so so much

[electricea-archive]

@xdeerxhealerx​ sent - {{ ✏️ }} ( Notes from the Mun - Accepting! )

I really do hope I don’t sound like a broken record but I really do think that the concept of roleplaying toy/doll characters is really original and cool, especially as I’ve been sort of getting caught up about what I missed regarding doll lines like Monster High and the like - I definitely think Enchantimals is a really cool idea and concept for a doll line and every time I happen to be in a toy store near the dolls, I always try to keep an eye out for one from Danessa’s line.  I’ve just always been interested in old toys, especially seeing how they make a comeback.

I’ve found our interactions to be fun as it’s fun to know about Danessa and her family’s history and what her own goals are - whether those were parts of her character, I don’t know but I think the fun of taking any muse is being able to expand and add onto them and muses based on toys or any kind of limited media franchise always have a ton of potential for that and I think you’ve done a wonderful job with her and I always enjoy talking to you.   I also think your idea for a mermaid multi-muse sounds really creative and cool and I can’t wait to write more with you on that blog as well.

[deadfroggy]

About

About | Rules | Mun

Name: Fizzarolli

Species: Imp

Age: 30+, idk how imp years work 

Height: 5'2"

Notable features:

+ Always seen wearing a jester’s cap, which covers 2 broken horns underneath. He never takes this off, so you might never see them.

+ A pale white face that requires no makeup, the tip of his lip is red, resembling that of a clown nose.

+ Fizzarolli is a quadruple amputee, and all limbs have been replaced by highly advanced prosthetics that stretch beyond regular reach, which he takes advantage of during his performances.

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BIO

Fizzarolli is the most famous clown in all of hell, Mammon’s favourite Cash Cow, and Asmodeus’ Lover ♡ (hush hush!)

Whilst he doesn’t do shows much anymore, mostly showing up for specific events such as Mammon’s yearly Clown Pageant, Fizzarolli can often be found working at “Ozzie’s” in the Lust Ring, providing dancing, entertainment and cheeky humour alongside the sin of lust himself, Asmodeus.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to see him all the time! He does plenty of commercials, brand deals, merch and toys, as well as a line of robo-Fizzy’s! These you can buy and keep around your home to do your taxes, serve you food, take out the trash, and, of course, you can fuck ‘em if that’s your thing!

Come on up and you might just get a chance to talk with the biggest clown you will ever see!

[ghostsxagain]

@thefvrious asked: WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Full stop, doesn't matter what anyone calls to him, he will ignore it. He doesn't like that kind of attention.

9. Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

I feel in my bones that shockingly Sullivan is reaaal good at both, depending on what the situation needs. He learned how to balance them when it came to Raf - sometimes the kid needed to be given shit straight, and other times he needed to be nurtured.

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Sully is not the kinda guy to a) get excited or b) go out of his way to talk to people. He has exactly 2 people in his life that he gives a shit about so anything that remotely pleases him? Yeah, he's sharing with them and them only.

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

This is soooo fucking good. He's not a big laugher but I feel like he gets a kick out of slapstick humor when he's fried?? Also really dark heinous things that shouldn't be funny like killing someone with someone correlated to their profession. His family elicits some laughter from him too (Raf with how fucking messy he is and Rhodes just cuzz Sully loves him so big - if Rhodes laughs, Sully will).

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

He notices his imperfections (ie: scars, his nose that didn't heal straight after being broken so many times) - especially in the decades since marrying Rhodes. Other people probably notice that fucking scowl lol.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Only if Rhodes said he could. Yes he did and it's whatever he felt like baking when the mood struck.

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Animals. He watched a lot of nature documentaries as a kid when his dad was out or passed out on the couch.

29. How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

Legit just get irritated and drop it. He's not interested in trying to convince someone - especially when he knows he's right. There's no point wasting his breath on it.

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Oh man, this is hard since his entire existence is made up of morally questionable to downright evil choices... Real shit, he probably lied to Raf about the tiniest thing, like say Rafael saw a commercial about a toy and Sullivan said the stores don't have it anymore just because he didn't want to go looking for it.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Sullivan definitely learned pronounciations of some tricky words from Rhodes lol. He also learned how to be more eloquent with his word choices.

50. What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

Murder lmfao. He's a sick fuck with some of the things he does to people and while I love horror and support fictional killers, obviously irl this is a big fat fucking no. Also the way he loves Rhodes is so fucking obsessive and that's not healthy at all.

57. What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

Socializing? LMFAO. He struggles to interact with the general public because he really, truly, does not give one single fuck. Does that count?

[playfuljester]

can we take a moment to appreciate that Spinel is just casually FILING HER GLOVES

[playfuljester-a]

The whole thing with Hazbin Hotel and Vivziepop? I still will support her and her project.

Honestly people need to learn what it really means to change.

People in this community especially. Change can’t happen if you constantly drag yourself down by being tethered to the mistakes of the past. We use the scars we got from those mistakes, those battles, to remind us what we learned; but we don’t let them overtake us. As we continue to grow, to heal, and reopening those wounds will only cause pain, and nothing new will be learned from it.

If anything, pulling up people’s mistakes, after they changed, will only breed hatred and depression. To always be reminded of those things you did in the past is one of the biggest issues people with depression have. Remembering every little thing, worry that every little thing that you do is wrong and that no matter what you do, those mistakes will define you.

It’s alright to hold people accountable for the bad things they do, but when the drama and conflict has ended then you should let the wounds heal and let them learn. Only if they prove themselves to not have changed do you remind them. If they have proven themselves to NOT have changed you can bring up what they did as it shows they haven’t gotten better.

But Vivzie has tried to move on, she admitted to the bad things she did and seems to be doing better now. So why is it so important to open those wounds again? What will Vivizie learn from this? If people truly “care” about her, about her fanbase, then they should instead help her. Help try to change what she did wrong THIS time. But to my knowledge, she hasn’t done anything wrong, and people are opening these wounds for nothing. And no one is learning anything from this, no one is going to be ‘a better person’ after this.

The intent of these people to pull conflicts from years ago don’t want her to change, they don’t want her to prove she has changed, they want to inflict pain on someone because they were possibly hurt by them in some way. But if that’s the case, you aren’t better than the people you’re whining about.

Before you send hate, before you bring up old drama, think to yourself “Will reminding them of this help them? What will change if I bring this up? Has this person still done the things they had in the past? What will they learn from this? What can be learned by bringing this back?” If the answer is no and that nothing can be learned, then leave sleeping dogs lie.

[solaimaginem]

❤️ romantic💛 platonic💙 family

Oh ho ho??? Which of your babs~ i kid but like hell fucking yeah.

All of these I'm down for.

[sweetestlamb]

Too Little Too Late

Summary: Mun-yeong doesn't forgive Gang-tae after their heated kiss.

Author's note: As promised, here is grovel GT fic it's going to be shorter expositions, I wrote this on my work commute lol 😂 I'll update as I can. This will be a slow burn and he will really have to win over our girl, as always enjoy! (I know I said that last story, might be my last story for a while but inspiration struck what can I say?...um surprise!)

Image by @vivavorever I just thought this picture was perfect! I had to steal borrow it 😊😊

Let's talk.

Instinctively she feels her hormones ramp up at those seemingly innocent words, memories of his body pressed against hers saturating her senses. But this time the phrase appears to have no encrypted interpretation as he leads her down the winding staircase and to her broad mahogany table.

And then he's talking.

Finally opening up to her and sharing the darker corners of his complicated history, tales of homicide and heartbreaks and her chest is tight watching the raw hurt that pours from his eyes.

Heart aches for Sang-tae who was forced to witness such a heinous act that still tortures him to this day.

Shattered by the thought of two young boys whose innocence was snatched away so viciously at such an early age, forced to grown up and raise themselves because of the evil act of another.

If she ever encountered that butterfly she would rip it to pieces, slowly. Make it squirm and suffer the way they had.

....and I need you.

With those words her revengeful thoughts dissapate, furling away in a puff of smoke as he utters the words she has longed to hear, her ears have been starved to receive.

She waits to feel elated. For her heart to curl back up reattaching all the pieces his story shattered into jagged egdes. Waits and waits. Instead anger and frustration manifest like twin demons unleashed from a caged prison.

He hadn't needed her at the beach when he'd ripped her heart out and left the bleeding organ on the grainy expanse of the beach, the heat from her heart enough to morph the particle into glass.

She had clearly been expendable when it came down to preserving the farce that he and his brother were living, like a ship in a bottle contained and pristine but lacking any true semblance of life. At their first obstacle he'd thrown her to the wolves instead of fighting with her, fighting for her. Despite his declarations and doe eyes now, that was the reality that snapped her from her dream.

"Are you finished?" She whispers, fingers clasped on the surface of the table, heart in her throat.

He blinks at her, openly disgruntled by her words. Mouth gaped in wonder.

It's so devastatingly evident what his expectations were and she wonders when exactly she become so weak, so brittle that he believed she would simply accept him back without even a smidgen of remorse for the sharpened words he'd stabbed into her chest.

"Was that all you wanted to say?" She repeats herself, stare growing frostier with his continued silence.

Finally he snaps out of his stagnation, sputtering, "I..- Yes. I just wanted you to know I.. I'm.... Um."

For a moment she's hopeful, disgustingly so. Eager for him to realize what she requires without any assistance. Because that will ensure that he too understands his wrongs and he's proactively restoring their battered relationship. She waits for him to complete his sentence, heart on her tongue.

"I'm.... going to do better. You just need to win Sang-tae, over and then we can move back in and all be together." He finishes and her anger and frustration melt away instantaneously, blown away with a gasp falls from her lips.

Another test. It's never enough. She'll always be an outsider clawing to be in their word, this elusive love that she's been searching for her whole life will always be just out of her reach, on the cusp where she cannot roam.

She's not enough. Not good enough. Not kind enough. Not worthy of love. Simply not, enough.

He was supposed to be different, the one who saw through her facade, to everyone else she exuded nothing but confidence and impassive cockiness but hadn't he seen her broken enough to know that she wasn't strong? Was so tired of pretending to be strong while the world crushed her to a pulp. He wasn't supposed to see her as an emotionless princess or an empty can.

Yet his words and actions made it clear that he did. She was expected to move on now because he had deigned that their spat was over and done with. She was expected to grovel and plead with his brother for a spot in their life, once again Gang-tae would merely be a moderator and not an offensive player in this game. A coveted toy for them to tussle over, some distorted version of tug of war.

She was so tired.

She didn't have the strength or desire to tug any longer.

She was letting go.

"Thank you for sharing that with me." She sat up straighter, bracing herself for her next words. It wouldn't be easy for her to say them, a small part of her wanted to just curl up and cry, take the crumbs that he threw her way and thank him for his graciousness.

But today a larger part, that sounded eerily like Jeung-Sae, told her that "it was pathetic to wait around for some guy, if he wanted you he would come get you." Sang-in had slapped a hand over her mouth as he repeatedly apologized and at the moment her rage had burned so deep that she stormed out of the room, flipping the green and yellow bags on the ground contemptuously. Her vision flushed in vibrant red.

Today she lets that advice wash over her, a cooling balm.

Gang-tae smiled at her, expectant look on his dastardly handsome face. Wasn't it said that the devil would come with a beautiful face? She was sure of it now, she was staring right at him.

"I'll speak to Sang-tae, to apologize for leaving him out. I'll be a better best friend to him from now on."

He blinked at her words, doing little to hide his emotions today, it was just too little too late in the end.

"Oh. Okay good, if you convince him then we--"

She cut him off with a raised hand, "No. That has nothing to do with you or us. That's between me and him."

She watched him jolt in his seat, his eyes now wavering as he searched for answers on her face, for once that wouldn't be necessary she was prepared to voice her ideas.

"I don't want you to move back in."

"What? Why!? I thought you wanted us to...."

She almost laughed at the absurdity of him, unable to say aloud what he believed that she wanted, as if it was exclusively something she yearned for.

And maybe it was. She had always been the driving force and creator, bending them into something that resembled a normal functioning relationship whilst he ran and spat poison at every turn.

"I'm tired." She stands up, turning away before her heart betrays her and clings to him.

His hand on her wrist halts her movement, she pauses eyes watering, tears dangerously close to falling but her jaw tightens in resolve.

"Mun-yeong, I don't understand...?"

She sighs, dragging her hand away, "That's because all you can see is your pain."

She's tempted to hurl his own poisonous words back at him, but she reconsiders, they've hurt each other enough. She'll break this vicious cycle.

"Leave Gang-tae, I need time away from you."

She walks away, hand desperately clutching at the railing, her body is heavy as all her strength evaporates leaving her an empty husk.

There is silence. And then the front door opens. And there is more pained quiet.

And then the ocean pours into her living room as she falls to her knees.

He leaves without a fight.

How tragically expected.

[the-dimitrescu-seamstress]

Twelve Yards of Floral Damask - One Shot

(Mun here. I was quiet for the most part of last night, but after Nicole Tompkins stream, a fire was lit under me and I finished a drabble I had been working on ever since I saw that one portrait of Lady Dimitrescu. 

Below is a one-shot I wrote, one of many I have planned. Magdalena Petran is my OC, while Lady Alcina Dimitrescu belongs to Capcom. I hope you enjoy it.)

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The castle was immense and, if Magda had to admit it, a bit intimidating. It was rather easy to get yourself turned around in the hallways, or initially forget which door led to where off of the interior courtyard. The servants that were around, and willing to speak to her, advised the seamstress that, in order to make life in the castle easier for her, she had better learn the layout as best she could and as quickly as she could.

That was a task easier said than done. She felt safe in her part of the castle, even if safe was only a relative term. If she took a wrong turn or opened the wrong door, she could easily end up in a place where she would not return from. She was well aware of the screams that would echo throughout the castle. Sometimes they came from the direction of the family’s private chambers, but more often they would crawl up from the castle depths. Either way, Magda never wanted her voice to join them.

But, if she was so afraid, why was she quietly walking the halls this late at night? The simple answer was that the servants were right. She needed to learn how to navigate this world; both the physical and the social aspects. That meant she needed to learn all she could about the castle and its inhabitants. Repairing garments they were used to could only get you so far. Anyone could mend a seam or stitch a button, but Magda needed to make sure she was invaluable. The Countess seemed pleased with her work so far, but she had yet to entrust her with creating anything new. She needed to change that.

The other reason Magda was using the late hour to do her self-guided tour was that there were less people around. Most of the servants were already in bed, and she had picked a night that the girls were out on a hunt. The last thing Magda needed was for them to stalk her through the castle for fun. Their laughter in the dark was unsettling.

The lack of individuals also allowed her to take her time on examining the various portraits, busts, and ceramics that were thoroughly scattered throughout the place. She tried to piece together how old Lady Dimitrescu was by the decor, but there were items from across many time periods, keeping Magda from placing an exact age on the woman. The daughters could have been from the mid-1800’s, if the portrait in the Entrance Hall was any indication, but all she knew of the Countess was that she either had lived for many centuries or she was a collector of fine antiques and enjoyed living in great opulence.

The seamstress stood at the top of the stairs in the Main Hall, mentally mapping out the areas through the doorways around her. “That way to the Hall of the Four… Left and to the left again for the Entrance Hall, Carriage Gate, and the decrepit elevator of death. Though all this is a circle as well. Door to the right in the Hall of the Four leads to…” Magda didn’t complete that sentence, but through that door was the receiving room where she… where she became an employee of the castle. That would be a place to avoid for a while. Taking a breath and ignoring the brief ache of her left wrist, she continued.

“Dining Room below, and through to the left is the kitchen, while straight ahead is the courtyard. Once in the courtyard, to the right is the private chambers of Lady Dimitrescu. To the left is the Opera House, and my workspace.” To think that this castle had its own opera house. Yes, it was small, but still incredible to be in. With the bottom floor mostly mapped in her head, Magda began to walk the second floor. Here were the doors to the dressing and sitting rooms, as well as the Wine Room. Knowing that, she turned away from the dressing rooms and quietly went through the doors opposite.

The statue in front of her was large, unexpected, and the subject matter was really almost clichéd. Magda thought vampires were only supposed to have decadent art pieces of the sacrificial sort in works of fiction, and yet here was one being displayed before her. Perhaps it was a family heirloom or a macabre wedding gift. Either way, she decidedly turn her attention from it and continued on her exploration.

Light bled into the hallway from the room to the left, its door partially closed, and there were slight sounds of movement coming from within. Curiosity overcame self-preservation as Magda slowly crept forward, barely breathing in order to be as quiet as possible. Naturally, her careful steps found the one floorboard that squeaked under her weight, causing her to freeze in place and wait.

“To whomever is lingering in the hall, your eavesdropping presence has been noticed and it is not appreciated. Announce yourself before I lose my patience.” Magda closed her eyes and mouthed a silent curse as the voice of Alcina Dimitrescu sounded from within the room.

“It’s… It’s Magdalena Petran, ma’am. Your seamstress?” she replied nervously, before realizing how stupid she sounded. As if there was another Magdalena working here. There was a tense silence before it was broken by a simple command.

“Enter.”

Knowing better than to make her wait, Magda obeyed and quickly entered the room.

She had expected it to be a private study, but instead she found the room to be a simple art studio. No, simple wasn’t the right word. While it lacked the gilded decor of the rest of the castle, the ceiling was high and vaulted, complete with a skylight to let plenty of natural sunlight in during the day. Its simplistic appearance was only due to how older looking, more worn, and used everything was. The darker woodwork and wallpaper contributed to the effect as well. The floor lacked polish and uniformity in board shape and coloring. The few pieces of furniture and large quantities of books were all pushed against the walls, leaving plenty of room for a canvas and easel to sit in the center of the room. This was a place of work. Lady Dimitrescu, clad in an artist’s smock and with brush and palette in hand, gazed down at Magda in her usual authoritative fashion.

“What is your reason for wandering the halls of my castle at such a late hour, Miss Petran? I doubt that you are looking for clothing to repair.”

“I was looking...” she stopped and quickly corrected herself. “I was learning to find my way around the castle. It’s a large estate and I’d rather not get lost or open the wrong door.” Or get eaten, she thought.

“Could you not do this during the day?”

“I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way, mistress. I thought if I did it at night, most of the servants would be asleep, your daughters would be out hunting or otherwise occupied, and you would be…” Magda’s voice died in her throat as she looked down, not quite sure of what to say next.

“You thought I would be secreted away in my private chambers, busying myself with whatever womanly duties a lady of the house tended to do late at night. Is that it? Look at me when I am talking to you.” Magda’s head immediately snapped upward, fear likely showing in her eyes since an amused little smile, one with an edge to it, crept across Lady Dimitrescu’s deep red lips.

“Ma’am, I would never do something like that or presume anything about your nightly activities. I was not prowling or sneaking around. I was just exploring and figuring things out and I saw the light, so I came to look and then… I’m sorry, Mistress. I honestly didn’t mean to intrude.” The taller woman watched Magda for a long while, yellow eyes boring into her unwaveringly, before turning her attention back on the unfinished painting.

“Which is it?” she asked in a clipped manner, adding a few minute details to the wings of the angel depicted on her canvas.

“I beg your pardon?” Magda replied, confused.

“Throughout this entire conversation, you have used both ‘ma’am’ and ‘mistress’ when addressing me. Are you unable to make up your mind, child? Pick one or the other.” A few more brush strokes. “Now, which is it?” Magda was a bit lost. She didn’t know if this was a test or if she was simply making a mistake that needed to be corrected. Not knowing which was the better option, she went for a third choice.

“…Countess?” At that, the other woman paused and slowly turned to look at Magda once more, yellow eyes once again locked onto her, but this time her gaze was one of appraisal rather than judgement. This time her smile was one of satisfaction, as if saying ‘well, the mortal can be taught’. She then returned to her painting, the tension in the room having dissipated. However, Magda did note that she had not dismissed her. Whether this was another test, or the woman just enjoyed toying with her, she couldn’t say.

Rather than run the risk of spoiling the mood or the Countess’ artist moment, Magda took the time to quietly look around the room, taking in details she had previously missed; the large stuffed snapping turtles, the bell tower gears seen through the windows, and the immense portrait hanging in a ornate wood frame on the far wall.

You would think missing something like that upon entering would have been impossible, but then again, the subject in the painting was initially blocked by a living being of the exact same size. Now Magda could see it clearly, and it was gorgeous. It was the Countess, but perhaps a little younger. She still had a pink flush to her skin, still had life in her. No, that was wrong. Lady Dimitrescu ate, drank, and breathed like everyone else, but there was a difference that Magda couldn’t quite place.

The dress she wore was exquisite, and Magda took an unintended step forward before stopping herself. The Countess didn’t seem to have noticed, but she still decided to play it safe.

“Countess? That portrait… it’s you, isn’t it?”

“It is,” she replied with an amused half chuckle. “Unless you are aware of another woman of my stature.” She was clearly enjoying this. Good. Better an amused Countess than a wrathful one.

“May I take a closer look?” A gentle, almost absentminded, shooing motion with one hand was all the response that was given, but Magda took it as a yes, quickly walking over.

Up close, it was even more impressive that she originally thought. She had always been impressed by how artists managed to convey fabric and textures with simple strokes from a paintbrush. There were even minute wrinkles in the skirt. It was beautiful, absolutely stunning. Magda’s gaze hungrily devoured every detail she saw of this garment. At first she thought the fabric was a brocade, and from her initial distance, the mistake could be understood. The print was the proper size and detail for the material, but brocade would have been too heavy or stiff to have the folds of the skirt lay as they did.

“Floral damask?” she asked eagerly, not even thinking that she had just blurted out something in an otherwise quiet room.

“What?” came the terse response.

“The fabric, it’s a floral damask, isn’t it? Sterling gray and white.” Not even waiting for a confirmation, she went back to her examination. Too low a neckline for Victorian, also wrong hairstyle for the time. Late Victorian perhaps? Edwardian? That would make sense. At least she had a decade to work with, but Edwardian fashion changed every year of that decade. Either way, her mind was already clicking, and the desire to make or even see this garment had nestled itself thoroughly into her psyche, digging its damned little claws into her. Magda was like this when she saw a piece of clothing that intrigued her, flaming an odd passion inside of her. There was no way she would let this go so easily.

“Does the gown still exist?” she asked, turning around and looking unexpectedly at the Countess, who was now standing directly behind her. For a woman her size, it was unnerving how quietly she could move if she wished to.

“It intrigues you, doesn’t it?”

“I… If I can… I would love to make this. It’s twelve yards, at least, if that was when… if you were…” The Countess’ eyebrow quirked a little, and Magda immediately changed her wording, knowing it was a very bad idea to mention sizes, especially to her. “Historically, at least twelve yards of fabric would be needed for a Late Victorian or Edwardian dress like that. If… Countess, I know you think I’m babbling, but I believe I can recreate this gown for you. Please. I know I can.”

“Whether you can or cannot is not the issue, Miss Petran. The hour is late and I would rather not hear you prattle on about fabric or garments that have not been worn in quite some time. I believe I have indulged you for long enough. I suggest you retire back to your quarters for the night before you find yourself anywhere else in this castle.” It wasn’t quite a threat, but there was an edge to it, and the seamstress knew better than to test that edge.

“Yes, Countess,” she replied, giving her a bow before heading for the door, her mind still processing the gown.

“And Magdalena?” Magda froze upon hearing her first name spoken, a chill running down her spine. Why the sudden name change? Had she done something wrong? She was at the door, she could have simply continued on, feigning ignorance. But instead, she turned around, ready to face whatever faux pas she had unwittingly done. Alcina was still at the portrait, back to her.

“Yes, Countess?”

“Three days from now, I would like a tailoring session. Mid-afternoon. That is all.” It was good that she could not see Magda’s face, as her jaw went slack and she stared. Three days. She had three days to  ready and prove herself. The workshop wasn’t a mess, per se, but she knew she could make it better for her visit.

“Yes, Countess. Absolutely.” Another bow, and she was gone. Magda may have just made herself useful.

[galenfm]

          ·ﾟ☀ i am already so tired of myself and i have class soon aGAIN ........ ugh well again , i am teddy , a she / her pronoun user and current mun to two muses in this delightful shining star of a group ! i now present galen , my newest gaming gf creation who just wants everyone to fucking include each other ! my preferred plotting method is via discord over at 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 , i’ll make a plotting call there and i’ll reach out to everyone who likes this !

      *       read   all   about   galen sorenson ,   otherwise   affectionately  nicknamed   the champ.   the   twenty - one  year  old  gamer  and  blossoming  actress  is   widely   known   for   being   uninhibited,   magnanimous,   self - deprecating,   capricious   and   recently   made   headlines   when   they   allegedly   dropped a sponsor due to their support of autism speaks .   apparently   judas   claims   to   be   sitting   on   an   even   bigger  story   involving   them   -   whatever   the   truth   may   be,   i'm   sure   it   won't   stay   hidden   for   long.   &    a screaming laugh following a jumpscare waking the whole house , overthinking an interaction hours after it’s passed , a childhood spent begging to be read the ugly duckling and lingering on every word , neurodiversity stickers pasted all over a gaming pc. ◜   ⭒  ic:   alisha boe.   cis woman.   she / her.    

BIO : mohammed and karina sorenson have never been a conventional pair . to start , they meet when he , the biggest male model of the 80′s , is hired to walk for her winter collection , being one of europe’s top knitwear designers who never seems to go out of style . he’s eccentric and as magnetic as can be , she’s demure and has never said a word regarding anything but her work . they don’t make sense , but they’re married two years in secret before finally making their relationship known . mohammed , progressive and independent minded despite his traditional somali family , takes her last name and relocates to norway , where karina gives birth to a stunning baby girl that steals the hearts of the eu as the tabloids go crazy over her . 

elissa is nearly 18 when her mother has the news to shock a nation : she’s miraculously pregnant , once more , far enough along that she intends to keep the baby despite both her and mohammed being into their 40′s . karina , having named their first baby , gives the reigns over to mo for their second child , but isn’t too happy with his pick

galen literally translates to mad , to incorrect , she argues , elissa firmly on her side

it gives her a chance to choose her own path . it gives her something to make for herself , mohammed counters , and that ends that .

galen is born in olso and is every bit as precious as her sister , now old enough to even potentially be her mother . her parents , busy with their ventures but over the moon to have a new baby in the house , raise her for her first few years in a small norwegian town to shield her from the prying eyes of the public

mohammed is first to notice that she doesn’t respond to her name or seem interested in looking at him , keeping her focus on whatever toy catches her eye for the day . he and karina write it off when she doesn’t hit her talking milestones or hold crayons the way other toddlers do , or figure she’s just an introvert when her preschool teacher mentions she doesn’t enjoy playing with the other kids during free time

they can’t ignore it any longer when she hits grade school , instantly falling behind with the rigorous private school pace and eventually warranting a visit from the school psychologist . she remembers the worry that paints her parents weathered faces when , at six years old , she’s given a laundry list of diagnoses and recommended for “ alternate ” schooling

something about the way her teachers treat her , so broken and unworthy of respect , makes her shut down , regressing with any progress she had shown and really refusing to cooperate with most adults she comes by . elissa is a budding starlet taking weekends off from film roles to spend time with her little sister , knowing that behind the quiet dark eyes of the child who wouldn’t look at you was a bright mind teeming with unsaid thoughts

her parents go to all ends to hire her private tutors and special therapists , which help her keep up at grade level . she’s in middle school when her science teacher , noting galen’s aptitude on exams and incredible recall , says she may fare better in an american school , recommending one he knows will accept a prestigious line such as the sorensons . 

she moves to pennsylvania at 12 and the change is hard . she again regresses and suffers at the hands of her peers at the private catholic school she attends , her parents reaching a level of despair thinking they’ve failed their daughter , unable to get her the help she deserves despite their best attempts . galen , sick of being deemed the broken doll , seeks out an escape from the world to try and give her some reprieve from the constant pity she wishes she could express is only doing more harm than good

she likes makeup but sucks at it , enjoys art but can’t seem to draw for the life of her . she knows she’s tone deaf as all hell and doesn’t like sweating enough to be willing to dance . for once in her life , despite all the years of trying to ignore the well - meaning comments of those around her , galen starts to believe maybe there is something wrong about her .

it’s elissa’s celeb boyfriend who buys her an xbox for christmas , figuring the two could play it as a bonding experience . brimming with quiet gratitude , galen spends hours on the damn thing in between study sessions . tutors notice an improvement in focus , more motivation to work and get things done so she can finally hop back onto the console and escape into a fantasy .

she begs her parents to let her do homeschooling for her high school years , to which they agree and she thrives . she upgrades now to a gaming pc and plays through everything she can get her hands on . people on her teams don’t know her , and they don’t treat her any differently than anyone else , so before long she’s unlocking a bubblier side to herself that just feels content .

she records her playthroughs in silence ( she’s gaining confidence , but still shy , and god knows how the internet treats female gamers ) and uploads them to youtube under a stupid channel name with only a few hundred subscribers . noting the accuracy and speed with which galen destroys shooter games , someone suggests she try overwatch .

galen is hooked in an instant . she plays matches in between daily activities and quickly climbs ranks to becoming a force to be reckoned with in the competitive community . after finding a team where she feels particularly at - home , they launch to stardom due to their sweeping wins and incredible cohesion . galen becomes something of an overnight sensation , quiet and unassuming , and this recognition feels like the validation she’s been seeking for herself this whole time

she blossoms and cements her legacy as an overwatch competitive titan by the time she graduates , reaching grandmaster status and being known throughout the community for her strategy and technique . her youtube channel grows exponentially , and after realizing this is a viable future for herself , galen posts her playthroughs with her commentary and finds that people love what she does . she moves to new york in order to collaborate with other big gamers , and on her channel , she does a combination of horror games , overwatch trainings , and new release reviews and builds a following similar to markiplier or jackseptic eye , with a second vlog channel to document when she goes off to tournaments or simple things from her days

she’s 19 when her repeated wins get the attention of a massive gaming studio who invite her to come record some lines as an easter egg of sorts for her fans in a new game they’re developing . her work is met with rave reviews and suddenly game titans are nearly breaking down her door for more voice acting work . galen , who’s always felt like the ugly duckling compared to her sister’s perfect legacy , takes this opportunity to emulate her sister’s career , and nearly doubles over when a film studio approaches her with interest of casting her as a supporting role in a project of theirs . though she’s never pictured herself to be in front of a camera quite like that , with some coaching , galen nails it , and finds the high of acting catapults her from relative fame into newfound stardom .

she’s one of the newer members of the brat pack considering her youtube fame was more inconspicuous than her film work , though she still is adjusting to life in the limelight . she stays close to her roots and continues to post regularly to her channel and streams on twitch , collaborating with other increasingly big names to gain her more views . 

galen’s most notable push since rising to fame has been her advocacy for neurodiversity and recognition for how poorly people with learning disabilities are treated in society . she doesn’t go in detail with her diagnoses but she does make jokes about them on her stream in order to normalize their mentions . she recently dropped a sponsor for their support of autism speaks and donates a majority of her merch revenue and tournament winnings to advocacy causes . she’s proud of who she is and hopes the future can be shaped into what kids like her needed when they were growing up .

galen lives up to her father’s prediction this whole time and changes her channel’s name to galengaming , proud to tout the moniker that spurred her to create a path she wanted rather than be told who to be by the world around her . 

PERSONALITY : galen has an energy about her that is like the sun hidden behind a cloud . upon first impressions , she’s a bit more timorous and nervous as she gets her footing of wherever she may be , especially with some of the more public - eye type settings she’s been put in since sort of being sucked into the brat pack . she wants to make sure she’s acting appropriately for whatever the situation calls and may often seem tense or apprehensive .

once she’s loosened up or seen a familiar face she can latch onto , she blossoms into a ball of unfiltered energy . she loves humor and memes and can often be found competitively launching memes she’s found into her team’s group discord server . she’s witty and often makes herself the butt of her own jokes in order to lighten the mood , though she’ll be sure to clarify that she loves herself and only does so to keep herself humble lmao . 

her playthroughs are VERY stream of consciousness but its this lack of filter that seems to be her fans’ favorite thing about her , a willingness to say whatever unhinged thing she may be thinking followed by a shrieking scream after a jumpscare or a string of screeching expletives after missing a goal

she can perhaps sometimes be too unfiltered and unwittingly come across as harsh or blunt , though she’ll often realize this after the fact and feel incredibly remorseful . galen has a habit to overthink and will panic for the rest of the night if she fears she’s inadvertently offended you , but won’t apologize due to being too nervous to figure out exactly how to do so ssksksks

one of galen’s most notable qualities is her heart , her benevolence and empathy that lead her to want everyone to feel included regardless of how different they may be . though she tries to give everyone a chance , there’s a fair amount of people perhaps too materialistic for her to get along with , and her polite way to ignore them is simply keeping her distance and pretending to not know them

which . in her own way . comes across as shady sksksk “oh you know so and so ? ” omg no i dont haha who are they “ u literally met them last night ” hahaha no i didnt x

she can be prone to mood swings simply due to a sensitivity to her own feelings and a tendency to overthink . she’ll wonder why she feels weird and even if it’s just because she’s hungry she’ll assume it’s because she said “thanks you too” when the cashier told her to enjoy her meal and then she has to sulk and play animal crossing alone in the dark for an hour before she can come out and be chill again even tho she feels worse than when she started bc shes just HUNGRY ASKSKKS

she’s used to being infantilized so she tends to be sort of short tempered if people talk down to her . this is when the wit kicks in as she is really just tired of being treated poorly by people who don’t even know her and has decided she will refuse to take any more shit ! can be a bit snippy even without realizing it but if she’s close to you she’ll usually be like “ oh my god that was rude as fuck im so sorry ” and feel bad for 20 minutes even after you say its okay lmaoo

random blurbs : um DONT ask me who she plays in her overwatch tournaments bc im using opossum and wikipedia to figure shit out as i goes , but i know for sure she calls out a lot of misogyny in the gaming world on social media !

always has her switch with her i KNOW this for a fact

anime nerd ....... nobody call her out on it she will deny until she is blue in the face and then hum the one punch man intro in her streams as if hundreds of thousands of people arent witnesses LMAO

this is so stereotypical nerd but she hates the outdoors ! says the US is so dirty and stuffy she says scandanavia is the only place she’ll ever like to be outside , she slips into norwegian when she’s recording if she gets jumpscared so she doesnt get demonetized for over - swearing lmao

also speaks french because she picked it up from her mom ! her dad usually only spoke english or norwegian , so galen didn’t get to pick up on much somali or arabic but she def knows at least a few words here and there

she vlogs a good amount of her life but she’s kinda shy about talking about who she’s dating , will probably try to keep her romantic life to herself !

excited as all hell to get into acting but the super fame that’s coming with it kinda freaks her out . she knows it’s a trade off bc she loves the feeling it gives her but hates how people are now overstepping a lot of boundaries that they didn’t before when she was just a popular youtuber

inspos are juno from the iconic movie juno , toph beifong from atla , louis theroux YES THE DOCUMENTARY GUY LEAF ME AL ONE , & amy from booksmart !

[sunwritten]

hi guys  😁  i am ur girl mimi  ( she/her, mst, 22 )  and all u have to know about me is that i do nothing but keysmash , cry , listen to redvelvet and arianagrande, talk spanglish since spanish is my first language AND that i love sonic the hedgehog . now let me introduce to u to my boy  😁

̗̀   ✰   ― 〔  cha  eunwoo,  cis  male,  he/him  ）―  ❝  have  you  seen  mason  choi  walking  around  the  town  square  in  the  afternoon  ?  if  you’re  close  enough  you  might  even  be  able  to  hear  in  your  eyes  by  the  weeknd  blasting  through  their  headphones.  they’re  twenty-four  and  are  currently  working  as  a  piano instructor  /  songwriter.  once  you  get  to  know  them,  you’ll  be  able  to  find  out  that  they’re  very  candid  and  reserved,  but  also  can  be  very  lackadaisical  and  blunt.

statistics .

name: mun-hee “mason” choi .

age: 24 .

dob: january 1st , 1996 .

gender + pronouns: cis male , he/him .

zodiac: capricorn sun , libra moon , pisces raising .

orientation: bisexual , biromantic . 

religion: heavily raised under catholic influences . he doesn’t care , though .

hometown: olympia , washington .

residence: novan , south carolina .

occupation: piano instructor, but he can be a tutor for anything if he does some investigation the night prior. singer and songwriter in hopes to make it big one day. streamer and influencer on twitch, youtube and instagram. 

about .

THE JACK OF ALL TRADES: a person who is not content learning about just one thing only , developing a sense to learn something efficiently so they can be good enough at whatever they choose . raised under a strict household , mason craved to learn and experience more than what was taught under the roof of his house and church . spent most of his life reaching out ( sometimes suceeding , sometimes not ) to everything to have some kind of experience under his belt: some of these being both noticed by his parents and some others not ( and for the better ) . a quick learner and adaptable , and when he knows how to approach new skills properly , no mountain is too high for him .

the only child to a priest and a lawyer . mun-hee , eventually introducing himself as mason because he was tired of repeating his name over and over , was brought up in a wealthy and strictly catholic household in olympia , washington . he was forbidden from doing anything out of the ordinary since he could remember ; from dirtying up his sunday clothes to not attending his best friend's birthday party because his parents had the suspicion that substances were going to be involved at the party , and they didn't want him to fall into that hole . if only they knew .

was pushed into the church's choir against his own will when he turned eight , weeks later he was not only praised by his voice , but he fell in love with music . he learned how to play the piano and guitar by himself , and he was later taught by his parent's friends on how to play the violin , the flute , the drums and even the saxophone . he is currently learning how to play the cello and the harp . he specializes on piano , guitar and drums only while the others are one of his multiple , but not so developed , skills .

wrote his very first song when he was eleven ( something that got him the first place at his school's talent show ) , since then he has been writing and creating his own music . he’s currently working on trying to produce something good enough to put out one day . his passion on music caused some tension between him and his parents because , although they didn't disown him or anything , they didn't approve of it---- mostly because they had plans of having him replace his father's position at their church . this caused mason to simply not talk about music with them . it was when he graduated high school when he decided to move out to new york to attend columbia as a mathematics major with a minor on creative writing . after graduation , he moved to novan at the age of 21 because he wanted a new change of scenery .

jason has his own youtube channel , filled with vlogs about literally everything: archives of his past gaming streams on twitch , guitar/piano/bass/song covers that have gone viral on twitter and instagram time to time so he has somewhat of a following fanbase .

tidbits .

despite that i know nothing about mason so im going full force on development with him LKSJKLSJSLKJSLKJS

a himbo . he’s a really nice guy ... kinda dense .. kinda slutty ....... but at the same time he’s v reserved and doesn’t speak until someone is speaking to him bc that’s juss how he was raised U know

he’s not as religious as his parents think he is . he doesn’t... really care but that’s the religion he was raised with so . but that won’t stop him from wearing this sexc necklace with a golden cross bc he thinks he looks hot with it Mwah .

mason has a good relationship with his parents actually !!!! something that is sexc despite of the lil music tension because not only he adores them and they adore him , but he’s lowkey living off their money but at the same time he has gotten a bunch of MONIESSSS because rich people keep giving him money so he can teach their kids to play ( insert musical instrument here ) hehe .

u kno on parasite how the kim family started to do the things the park family wanted or whatever..... kinda like that . sometimes uses his skill of being a quick learner to come up with something quick and make it believable and get the monies KJKLSJSJS

a piano , guitar and drums prodigy . sings like an angel and has the voice of my man’s baekhyun with some lil justin bieber undertones u kno.....  probably v popular at karaoke bars . and he’s a songwriter too and produces and mixes his own music and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

he wants to put out music sometime but for now....... he just makes random covers on his youtube channel , a channel that became popular bc oooooooooooooo cute boy who can sing and play the piano and is funny on his videogame streams . lets subscribe and tip him ten dollars so he can sing a song to me on his next stream <3 !

has gone viral time to time bc of his covers and bc hes really funny on twitter ngl . but if someone recognizes him he gets rather shy LSKJSLKSJKSLJ 

fucks around with alcohol and some drugs but it’s nothing too wild . he has been toying w these habits since high school and he still thanks god that they never found out about this ldjldkjdkldjd 

idk what else to say

he knows how to do card and skateboard tricks but please dont ask him to do wild things on the skateboard please he just can do the basics and doesn’t fancy the idea of getting his nose broken again LKJLSKJSLKSJLKSJ

a whole ass gamer when he’s not scratching his head trying to come up with the perfect sound for a new song . will ignore phone calls and messages until he’s done . he is also one of those bitches who will make u cum and then will get up to continue his game SLKJKLSJSKLJSKLSJ

he has a white cat and a cocker spaniel: phat and kiwi! aka the loves of his life 

a hopeless romantic who has like 289739873 failed relationships . he was a puppy heartbreaker when he was in college ngl

wanted connections.

best friend or someone he’s super close with ever since he moved in

unlikely friendship

partying buddies

PARTNERS IN CRIME

maybe he can be a cornerstone to someone just kno he’s not good with advice LKSJLKSJSLKJSKLSJ

maybe someone he teaches piano??? or maybe he taught them something else IDK

maybe a muse... someone who gives him so much inspo for his music/poems mmmmm this could be multiple because he finds inspo on everyone basically

exes ( good / bad terms ) kinda want three exes so he could say ONE TAUGHT ME LOVE , ONE TAUGHT ME PATIENCE AND ONE TAUGHT ME PAIN !!!!!

one sided crush ( them @ him or him @ them )

MUTUAL CRUSH ???????????????????

someone he spoils just bc ( this should be talked abt i guess )

frenemies

mutual annoyance

maybe someone who joins him on his vlogs u kno..... like when they r together his followers (or theirs if there’s someone out there who was a youtube channel too) are like o shit hell yeah

fwb(s) because he’s a slut  -________-

bad / good influences are also good

one night stands 

idk

fuck

pokemon go buddies 

neighbors? he lives in an apartment complex and his apartment is sexc ngl 

i like to brainstorm tho

please plot with me thanks

[mariasuzanne-archive]

ASK THE MUSE! 🐺

(reply as muse talking)

*rolls dice* Dmitri 🐺 Let’s mix this up, he’s gonna be four for this interview 👶

► NAME ➭ “My name’s Dmitri! Mama says it was her Papa’s name too.”

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ “I don’t know... No?”

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ “Uh-huh!”

► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭ “Sometimes. I get mad when Sestra takes my toys.”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ “Uh-huh!”

EIGHT FACTS !

► BIRTH PLACE ➭ “Mama says she and Papa baked a loaf of bread with a special ingredient to make me and Sestra!”

► HAIR COLOR ➭ “Red. It’s  the same color as roses! Right, Mama? Roses are red, right?”

► EYE COLOR ➭ “Grey, like Mama’s!”

► BIRTHDAY ➭ “It was a long time ago. And it’s a long time away...”

► MOOD ➭ “Mama! What’s a mood?”

► GENDER ➭ “What’s ‘gender’?”

► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ “Summer’s warm and I can play outside longer.”

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ “It’s nice in the morning.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ! (*Mun cackles as she answers this section*)

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ “Uh-huh! I love Mama and Papa and Sestra! And they love me too!”

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “What’s that?”

► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ “Nobody...?”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ “I wouldn’t break someone’s heart.”

► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “Mama! what’s a ‘commitment’?”

► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK?➭ “Uh-huh!”

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ “What’s that?”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “No...”

FIVE CHOICES !

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “... Mama! What’s lust?”

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ “What’s that?”

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ “I don’t have friends. There’s only Sestra and Pakhta to play with...”

► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ “Mama!”

► DAY OR NIGHT  ➭ “I like it when it’s dark, but Mama and Papa don’t let me stay up.”

THREE HAVE YOU EVERS !

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “Uh-huh. I stayed up to play with Pakhta and Mama yelled at me.”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “I hold onto the bars so I won’t fall.”

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ “It can hurt? But I thought feelings can’t hurt...“

FOUR PREFERENCES !

► SMILE OR EYES ➭

► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “I’m little now, but I'm gonna be big like Papa when I grow up!”

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “Mama! What’s that?”

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “What’s a hook-up?”

FAMILY !

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “Uh-huh!”

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “Mama says Sestra and me and Pakhta are messy.”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “Nuh-uh. I like it at home.”

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “Sestra kicked me when we got mad at each other and Mama yelled at her.”

FRIENDS !

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “Sestra makes me mad sometimes.”

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “Pakhta’s always nice to me. But Sestra’s mean sometimes...”

► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ “Pakhta!”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “I tell Pakhta a lot.”

Swiped from @canisfuria​

[playfuljester]

blue diamond = bob ross confirmed.

Blue diamond’s new power is to just create happy little clouds that make others happy.

you cannot convince me otherwise

[playfuljester-a]

Alright so, I decided I’m going to do a Mains call?

Mains on here are going to be broken down like this:

+ When Spinel gets an ask in my inbox referring to another character, the character they talk about will be the blog that is my Main. - If there is no ‘main’ for that character they will most likely respond with however they would at a first glance/meeting or however they had in the show’s relation with them

+ Mains will probably have more...’priority’? In a sense I will most likely spam you guys more with memes and try to approach you more often than others.

+ Mains will only be people I am Mutuals with.

To show that you want to be one of my Mains just, like this post and I’ll put together a page/thing after I reblog this a few times so everyone gets a chance.

[star-crossedfidelity]

Can we have yandere headcanons for Juliet and Leon??

Mun!Yuki: Oh boy... This is interesting, Sweet Anon. But I will give it my best shot! Okay let’s go! :D Enjoy!!! 💙💙💙💙💙💙

Which means I gotta tag the lovelies that own the following boys I will be mentioning for this ask.

Thomas belongs to @first-blood-moon,

Isaiah belongs to @pureblood-prey

~

Juliet:

Juliet is a master of deception, intimidation, and manipulation. It would be obvious to tell she is, not just Hisoka’s daughter, but Ruki’s daughter as well.

Growing up feeling and understanding that she was different from the other humans around her, Juliet always believed she was incapable of feeling romantic love. She lived a different world from other humans, a life that is not considered normal in human society standards, and not only that, she was a sadist that isn’t liked by many people.

While she used to dream about marrying a prince when she was a toddler, Juliet grew up believing that love, to her, was unnecessary. That it was unrealistic, that it was illogical. That Someone who was always disliked for being “different”, for being who they really were, cannot find the kind of love that makes you feel warmth.

She has only cared about her family.

She doesn’t care about anyone else.

That was until she finds love.

Thomas is the first person that has ever made her feel warmth and accepted.

She has never felt such a thing before in her entire life by another person outside of her family.

It melted her cold heart.

But what happens when someone tries to steal that away from her?

Let’s just say, Juliet makes Hisoka look like a saint when comparing yandereness.

Juliet doesn’t need to give a warning of any kind. She isn’t merciful.

There was even a time where she publicly humiliated a girl for getting close to Thomas because she refused to leave him alone and shrug Juliet as his girlfriend off. And she is capable of thinking up multiple methods on breaking them mentally.

At least with Hisoka, she can just kill them; Juliet, on the other hand, prefers the method of torturing them until they break and become broken spiritually and mentally.

While she isn’t as mentally fucked up as Hisoka was, Juliet is still a Do-S that has no problem harming those she isn’t close to and are not her family. Hell, she has almost got sent to an Juvenile institution for beating down Leon’s bullies to a point of near death.

She has never felt such warmth or acceptance from another before, nor would she ever thought it would change her in any way.

For the first time in her life, Juliet ACTUALLY felt human. She felt loved and accepted for who she was. Like, she wasn’t different from the rest.

And she doesn’t plan on letting that go.

She will torture, she will intimidate, she will humiliate, etc; She will do what she has to.

Have you ever felt so trapped and outcasted just for being “different”, just by choosing to be yourself rather than someone you pretend to be that is socially accepted? To a point where you feel like a caged animal in a zoo because the people around you staring at you? Like you don’t belong anywhere? Because society wants you to feel like your the one in the wrong for not fitting in? As a result, you have to numb your heart or any chance of normal happiness because you yourself are considered abnormal, so you end up seeing the world as black and white and feel that nothing is right, even feeling a void within yourself?

But suddenly, you feel something warm; Something that tells you that it’s okay to be who you are, that it’s okay to be different, that you are valid and accepted, and to never change? Like a light has come to aid you at long last after years of being trapped in a darkness you could never find your way out of and help you feel what it means to be human and alive after so long of being emotionally numb and hardened from the world of ignorant, blinded humans?

That is something Juliet wants to fight for. Something she would risk everything for. Something that made her feel human.

And she will do what she has to to make sure she keeps that warmth.

Whatever the cost.

~

Leon:

Leon is difficult to talk about. Because he is incapable of hurting anyone. He’s soft, kind, and too nice for his own good. He can’t bring himself to even wish misfortune on anyone. That’s just the kind of person he is.

... But not Leo.

Leo is a different story, as he represents the negativity that Leon tried pushing away.

Leo is a dangerous person, more so than Juliet.

Leo can make anything look like an accident and can shift the blame upon someone else.

The main reason he doesn’t really reveal himself as the split personality of Leon is because he uses Leon’s cinnamon roll reputation to his advantage. Like, he does something horrible and if he gets suspected of it, He can just masterfully pretend to be Leon because Leon himself is well-known and liked by others because he’s always been a good boy.

But Leo thirsts for destruction and chaos.

While he claims Isaiah is a boy-toy he likes to play with when he’s bored, Leo makes it clear he doesn’t like sharing his toys.

So if he sees someone that he subconsciously sees as a threat (like say Leon knows that they are a love rival but he doesn’t say anything and doesn’t want to be rude in any way), it can go either way: One, He drugs them before doing things to publicly humiliate them and find stuff to use as blackmail, as Leo has connections with the Underground he uses many alias with; Or two, He would break their legs, arms, shatter any their spirits and dignity they had, and break them down to a point of mentally and physically broken and being traumatized.

He’s dangerous.

But as he shares Leon’s love for Isaiah, Leo is basically what would happen if Leon couldn’t take being nice anymore and just snapped.

And this is the result.

[overdorklord]

Interview to mun. thoughts about TFA

[Ough... you wanna make people come hate me? You cruel anon... Okay let’s begin with the bloodbath.

TFA. I loved it when I was a kid, despite never having watched the last season. I never saw it ending, but despite that... I liked it! I’m Italian, so imagine I had to stop watching it because since it was a terrible flop here, nobody bought the third season. I had to wait YEARS to become adult enough to go on internet, find out there was a third season, and find a way to watch it. But really guys, in Italy Transformers fandom is for losers. Yet, I loved it. Even with the TERRIBLE voice acting. And I mean it, terrible, go listen to it on youtube if you find something, you’ll die of cringe even if you won’t understand a word. Despite all that mess, as a kid... after the first episodes, I came to appreciate it.

However- Even when I was little there were things I didn’t like.And now those things developed. Result: I really don’t like TFA so much. It’s... pains and joy. Really. Mostly because: If it is a sequel to the G1 stuff, why are characters so wrong?? Starscream’s the only one who stays a traitor who wants to take control... but the rest ugh. They all change. They’re all different people. And maybe they are. Ok, but why give the same name and same look then?? As a kid I was very... confused. Very  very confused. I used to watch G1 and I expected to find those characters i loved, I did but they were all different. 

Consider that in Italy, G1 characters had translated names. For example Optimus was called... Commander- -sweats sweats- y-yeah. Commander. Uhm, while Jazz was called Tigre. (which means Tiger in italian.) well- So imagine, see a kid who knew Optimus as a cool leader, very loving and very wise however even if he could be so sweet and funny with his team... who was called Commander, being turned into... someone tiny, young called Optimus, not Commander. Who was.. a mess- he was still learning and all, and then I find out becoming a prime is like.. a promotion??? Heck! when i was a kid, becoming a Prime meant something! There was a lot of confusion. 

I just don’t understand what TFA wants me to believe. Why is Optimus at the very first episode watching G1 recordings? Ratchet says they’re old recordings. Now... I thought he was watching real war recordings. Apparently... noo?? They are cartoons, Optimus is watching cartoons. And... Prowl is a ninja-No really guys.

Uhm. I loved G1. I LOVED it when i was ... 5-6 basically. And I see thins changing such as: Prowl from a Cop who was called Pantera ( Panther. yes.. uhm, yes.) becomes a Ninja called Prowl... of completely wrong color, but he’s also a cop, but a motorbike... While Jazz from cool, kick ass beautiful mech becomes a ... I don’t know... A cretin who’s afraid of humans somehow... Seriously! It was a mess for a kid to understand what the heck was happening... why characters changed name, changed form, changed personality like that. Uncanny valley it’s called I guess? this weird feeling of seeing something that you think should be familiar but then you see this something else that just “no”.

  I know you all love TFA but i really really dislike it. Despite it being very dark and having quite scary things, I think it’s... bad. Even the style isn’t so great. I... I’ll get hate I know i’ll get hate. But try to realize I grew loving G1 Style... the movie, guys the movie. I loved it... and TFA, despite having many things very dark and scary- Often gave me the feeling they had no idea what the fuck they were doing.

Just the fact war was over and everyone panicking about Megatron felt stupid to me. Megatron has been ... broken and useless for most of the time, Blitzwing was a mentally unstable idiot and Lugnut was stupid. Starscream... was wasting time somewhere else. Blackarachnia is one of the dangerous Decepticons, Soundwave was a TOY, fucking TOY. I refuse. And yet okay he could be a little dangerous for like... two times. Like Blackarachnia, she was dangerous for two times. Then Waspinator was dangerous for... one time. Really... Let’s not count the Clones because they were idiots sent against Megatron, not the Autobots. Lockdown was the only big threat along with shockwave, damn it. So i never really understand what was going on. Let’s count the threats here. 

Lockdown, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Starscream, Blacharachnia, Soundwave, Waspinator, Shockwave, Megatron (when he wakes up at least.) So... Uhm. Cybertron was full of Autobots. Why. Why... WHY nobody sent a team of soldiers to get rid of 9 people. Shockwave was a spy, so only 8, ok? Only 8, plus Soundwave and Waspinator weren’t even connected to everyone else. Lugnut and Blitzwing were together most of the time, lonely with no damn help.  Get rid of 2 fucking Decepticons damn it! Yes yes there’s also Swindle. Swindle minds his own most of the time. 

It felt like Ultra Maguns was an imbecile. Because they didn’t care about the Earth? Because they thought Optimus and his team could stop them? Apparently not, you idiot. Send some proper people. Get rid of Lugnut and Blitzwing first, then go catch Blackarachnia, then go find starscream, then go get the rest! They weren’t even working together! Decepticons in this cartoon are so stupid, they fight each other and Autobots waste time playing or making Sari have fun, how much i hated Sari too, you’ve no idea. Always in the way-So... it was very confusing. I understood why nobody  caught Shockwave, he was hidden. But for the others?? Please. 

I feel like this cartoon wanted to be serious, darker than normal.. but eh. It had an attack of idiocy every now and then. I can’t take it so seriously! Some things like Elita-1 having been abandoned, was something so sad it was completely out of place. So many weird situations where a whole PLANET of Autobots couldn’t catch two Decepticons, one stupid and the other with mental problems, and then it wants to be taken all seriously? But are we joking??Okay I vented. I’m done.

If I am missing something instead, You could contact me,  explain to me how i might see something wrong, we can talk. Instead of killing me, we could talk.]