#and now a headcanon his parents were like what should we name our fancy son something distinctive but still regular sounding…

[eternal-reverie]

I just got psychic damage by hearing Lauriam’s name on youtube pronounced as “larry-am”

[kyberled]

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character. || ACCEPTING

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Hc + Parents

Braig doesn’t know his biological parents. It’s probably best that he never does. He’s much better off with the Jedi. I’ll talk a bit about his biological father, his biological mother, and then some of his thoughts on the situation.

His biological father, Eadric Alden Claermoore, is a General in the Grand Army of the Republic, a rank he carried over from a lifetime spent in the Republic’s Navy. He made that rank his life after everything else fell away. The Claermoores were a military family. They always were. This goes all the way back to the Ruusan Reformations, but carried on in various ways since then. Government positions, naval positions, and now back in the Grand Army. Yes, it’s the naval branch; no, he’s not Force-sensitive. He is, however, exactly the sort of awful person you’d expect from someone who defines himself by his rank and his wealth and only barely - if ever - acknowledges the nepotism that went into it. 

He never wanted children. He figured he’d have to have one eventually, to carry on the name and all, but he never wanted one. Like most other things, it felt like a duty. An obligation, rather than a privilege. He was that sort of person. He also wasn’t too concerned about it, as his younger sister, Adarine, had children, but first-born this and patriarch-that and blah blah blah. ‘You know how it is’. Most people who know him thinks the war might be the only thing he ever loved, as it reaffirmed his status. That’s not entirely true. He loved his (ex) wife. Shiv brought out the best in him, people would say. Most who knew him had never seen him relax, let alone smile, until she came around. Shiv wanted kids. He agreed on one. He figured that was a good enough compromise. He also figured he wouldn’t necessarily have to be that involved with the more ‘difficult’ parts of parenting. Read: The actual parenting part. He figured he’d pick up extra duties to make up for the ‘loss of income’ (as if he needed it) while Shiv stayed home with their baby. 

It probably could’ve worked out, if their kid wasn't born Force-sensitive. But he was. So, of course, the Jedi took interest. Shiv said no, Eadric said yes. The Jedi figured they’d just keep an eye on them and try to educate the new parents on what the Force meant for their son. Just so they could fully think over their options and decide what was best. Then Shiv went to provide aid to a planet in the Outer Rim. When she didn’t come back, she was declared KIA. Eadric, quite rightly, decided he can’t raise a child by himself. Yes, he could have asked family or friends to help. Yes,he could have left the baby with the nanny droid he owned that was already looking after it. He could have. 

He didn’t. 

In his defense, he was trying to think of the long-term consequences. Nanny droids don’t work forever. And the boy was Force-sensitive; he needed to be trained by people who know what they’re doing. And, logically, he’s right. The Force is too dangerous - and draws too many dangerous people - for a lack of training to be even remotely safe. And - not that Eadric cares anymore - Braig is legitimately happy with the Jedi. So it really is the best choice. Of course, Braig was actually far too young to be given to the Order at the time. From what I can tell, kids are usually passed on to the Jedi at over a year, maybe even three. Braig wasn’t yet a year old. The young knight who’d been sent to do a wellness check/update hadn’t been prepared to take a baby. Eadric, in essence, handed him Braig and then locked the door and went back to work. He considered it like ripping off a bandage. The Jedi saw this as a cause to Not Panic, But Get Very Concerned At A Rather Fast Pace. He eventually just figured he had no choice but to take the baby back to the Temple and ask for advice. 

When Shiv showed up, not dead and very mad about why her baby was gone, things went sour fast. To make a long story short, they’re divorced now, and he hasn’t seen her in over a decade. He tried to explain his thought process to her. Tried to make a case for himself, and why this was best. She didn’t agree. It was a nasty argument. Eadric never really got over it. He never really got over her. Over the years, his understanding of the situation shifted from ‘this never would have happened if I’d kept our child from the Jedi’ to ‘this never would have happened if he hadn’t been born Force sensitive’ to ‘this never would have happened if he hadn’t been born’. Eadric lives alone now in the fancy surface-level Coruscant residence that’s run in the family for generations. The sort of place money can technically buy, but you won’t ever have enough money. He exists as living proof to the old adage, ‘wealth cannot buy happiness’. He’s a bitter, angry old man who’s devoted himself to the militaristic ideals that the Claremoores have lived by - regardless of who calls the shots. When the Republic becomes the Empire, he stays as an Imperial officer. He doesn’t see a problem with it. The strong prevail.

End of discussion. 

Then there’s Braig’s mother. Dr. Shiv Kiera Whelan is not a product of money and breeding, like her ex husband was. She’d come from the mid-levels of Coruscant. Not the glitterati, but high enough in the city to see what she might one day be able to achieve. Her family was loving and close, even if they were stretched thin financially. She was a middle child. She had an older brother named Cor, an adopted sibling the same age as her named Shina (shee-nah), and two younger sisters named Reni and Tel. They lived in a somewhat cramped apartment with their parents (Braig’s grandparents), Olan and Ama Whelan. They worked in factories across the street from each other, and met by chance - their love story bloomed over the course of many shared lunch breaks and continued throughout their marriage. Theirs was a hard life, and they did what they could to give their children better, while still making sure they knew the truths of the world. Shiv was the first of her siblings to attend higher education. She decided on medicine when she was young; you see a lot of need for it in the mid to lower levels. It’s what she felt was her calling. So she studied hard, saved up, worked herself to the bone. Loans and scholarships became her best friend (aside from her siblings). 

On a planet of trillions, medical care is always in high demand. Shiv took to it like a duck to water, finding her place among medical droids and scanners and sutures as if she’d always been there. She expanded her horizons by not only taking what her colleagues often deemed ‘charity cases’, but also offering medical aid off-world to military operations. That’s how she met her future (ex) husband, actually. A naval scrape that went badly but could have gone worse. His family opposed the marriage, hers didn’t care as long as they were happy. And, for a while, they were happy. It could have worked out great. They’d discussed kids, come to their agreement, and Shiv was excited to be a mother. She’d always liked kids, and they were well off enough that she could take some time off to be at home with the baby, and have nurse droids to help. It would be simple. 

It should have been simple. 

If it was, we wouldn’t be here. Shiv is like her son in more than looks; his self-sacrificing tendencies are both nature and nurture. People needed help. A skirmish between warring factions in the Outer Rim, it happened all the time. Shiv had plenty of experience doing field work on planets where that was often the best they got, and, much as she loved her baby, she’d gotten a bit stir crazy. It’d be fine, she’d go out for a week or two, give people some help, stretch her legs, and come back before the nurse droids even needed to be recharged. Unfortunately, bad intel comes for us all, eventually. It wasn’t just a skirmish between local factions. It was a fight between spice cartels. Nobody was entirely sure which cartels, once the dust settled. Some said the Black Sun, some said the Pikes. All reports said the medic camp was wiped out. Shiv along with it. 

Now, of course, Shiv wasn’t dead. She was in very bad shape, yes, but not dead. She got lucky. See, when you get a reputation for giving help to those who can’t afford it, they remember. A lot of those people gather at the Outer Rim, and a lot of people talk. A doctor that helps anyone, regardless of credits, is a good thing to have around, so Shiv got rescued by some of the ‘charity cases’ she’d taken over her life. It was a while before she was fully lucid, a while later that she was able to make contact and get back to Coruscant. By the time she got there, her son was gone. 

The real tragedy is that, if given enough time, she probably would have agreed to it, herself. Given time to think it over, given more conversations with the Jedi to learn more about them, about what the Force meant for her son, given the extra years she was supposed to have to come to terms, she probably would’ve agreed that the proper training was necessary for him. She didn’t get any of that. 

She just came home and he was gone. 

As you can imagine, this led to a terrible argument between herself and her husband. Eadric tried to justify his decision by saying he thought she was dead, and, either way, he’d been looking out for their son’s best interest. He was where he should be. Shiv, who was already dealing with one major trauma and frankly didn’t have time for another, was furious that he’d given her baby to ‘a cult’ (despite the Jedi not being anything of the sort). 

If you were to talk to Shiv now, she’d tell you she was divorced, though there was never any formal proceedings; Eadric just doesn’t talk about his personal life. Whereas Eadric will tell you he never had any children if you ask, Shiv will talk about who she hoped her son would be, and the injustices that face him now in the life he must live. Their opinions have grown to differ so much that they’re on different sides of the war, as well. Eadric stayed loyal to the Republic, and continues to serve the Grand Army. Shiv felt as though the loss of her son opened her eyes to the Republic’s corruption, and as such, she’s since offered her allegiance and her medical prowess to the Separatists. She hasn’t been to Coruscant in years, and the two of them - Eadric and Shiv - haven’t had any contact with each other in even longer. 

It should go without saying that Braig doesn’t know his biological parents. He doesn’t particularly want to, either. He knows, from records, where he’s from, and he also knows he came to the Temple far younger than he should have. As far as he’s concerned, there are a few potential reasons for this:

The first is that his parents were unable to care for a child. Given that he knows they were from the upper levels, and ergo well-off, he finds this unlikely. The second is that something happened to them, they had no relatives able to seize custody, and the Jedi took him in rather than having him float around the system for a few years. This is unlikely, as the Jedi keep tabs on prospective families, but it’s possible, and, if it is the case, it’s not worth looking into. And the last option he could think of is that they just didn’t want a kid, and again, that doesn’t merit looking into. He knows who his family is - who raised him, who cared for him, who taught him, who stood by and continues to stand by him every day of his life. That matters much more to him than blood.

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello ✌ Can i request headcanons of how would have been the first years of marriage between RFA members + trio with Mc.

RFA + Minor Trio with Mc in their first years of Marriage 

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Jumin

,,Moooooommmy! Daaaaaad!“ a little voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flickered as you heard a manly voice chuckle.

,,Good morning my love…“ he mumbled in a husky voice, stroking your cheek.

,,Mhhhh…“ you moaned back, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

,,Did you sleep well?“ he asked you, concerned about your health.

,,I already thought that our son‘s pregnancy was hard, but your daughter is driving me crazy…“ you told him, rubbing your eyes to look at him.

He nodded.

,,I‘m free today. I can take care of our son and you can rest…“ he told you.

Not long afterwards, the same voice from before yelled your name again, making you smile.

,,No, I want to enjoy the time we have,“ you answered and tried to get up.

Suddenly the door opened with a lot of force. 

A little boy that looked just like Jumin looked at you.

,,Mommy I hungry!“ he whined.

,,Okay, let‘s do pancakes?“ you laughed, approaching him and taking his hand.

,,No! I’ll make them for you with Dad!“ he energetically said, looking at his father with hopeful eyes.

Whatever you or his son asked, Jumin couldn’t say no.

So Jumin and your son ended up standing in the kitchen, working on breakfast. 

You sat on the couch, rubbing your swollen belly.

Once again, you closed your eyes and thought about the past five years...

Back then, Jumin hid your body as the media tried to capture a picture of you.

The flashes from the cameras made your eyes flicker.

Jumin‘s words still made you smile. He told you to put yourself over everyone’s eyes with him still in second place.

The first discussions both of you had because he didn’t care about his own health…

You were even kidnapped one time.

Back then, you stormed out and ended up getting kidnapped.

Jumin turned South Korea upside down back then just to find you.

He ended up finding you unconscious in a house, four hours from your place.

You remembered how you got sick and how you found out about your pregnancy.

How Jumin gave his best and how awful it was when you went into labor, almost losing your boy.

But everything got better and now you’re just enjoying your time.

,,I can’t wait to enjoy the future with you…“ you mumbled to your unborn girl.

Shortly afterwards, your son called you and Jumin helped you up, ready to let you enjoy breakfast.

Zen

You and your husband sat together as you looked at the others.

The RFA was sitting around a round table, enjoying the atmosphere. It was something that didn’t happen often.

,,I still can’t believe it that three years have already passed!“ Yoosung whined, looking at both of you.

,,Yes. You both still look like newlyweds,“ Jaehee nodded.

You smiled brightly at her as your hand laid on top of his.

,,I still remember everything as if it was yesterday…!“ you laughed.

Zen looked at you ,,So many things happened…“ he laughed.

You thought about your first years of marriage with Zen.

Just like a dream.

It was still hard for his family to accept you guys, but the reason why you guys could hold your marriage in the first place was because they finally spoke to you.

But even now, it’s hard for you to talk to your in-laws.

Both Zen and you feel unwelcome, but you know that you mean something to them since they always invite you to every upcoming family gathering.

,,I remember when Mc rushed out and slept over at my place, hahah!“ Seven laughed.

,,That’s not funny! I was so worried! I thought she left me just because of some rumors!’’ Zen mumbled, feeling bad again.

,,Rumors? I couldn’t believe that they were just rumors back then because I saw pictures of you holding her hand! I didn't know that they made it up until Seven found out, that it was photoshopped,’’ you answered back.

Zen nodded and held your hand tighter.

Misunderstandings like these didn’t happen anymore since your love grew stronger over the years.

Aside from that, nothing else happened.

Both of you lived your lives to the fullest and enjoyed the time you had together. 

All that was missing was a proper family…

,,Are you still trying? I can give you the best doctors,’’ Jumin then said, turning your attention to reality again.

Indeed, you guys wanted to start a family.

Although, Zen’s career was at its peak now, he wished for the same.

,,Thank you, Jumin,’’ you said and smiled.

,,But we don’t need it! I can do it!’’ Zen hissed, hugging your body strongly against his, making you blush in a deep red.

The sex between the both of you was still a big highlight in the night…

Yoosung

,,Bye!’’ you called back as you left the hospital.

Yoosung was now quite busy as he was one of the best vets in Seoul.

You walked back to your apartment and observed the city.

Yoosung and you were now married for seven years.

,,I’m home!’’ Yoosung called, taking off his shoes and hugging you immediately.

,,We should try for a baby tonight so that I can prove to you that I’m not a baby myself,’’ Yoosung said, repeating what he said at lunch.

You deeply kissed him and nodded.

,,But first, let’s eat dinner, Yoosung,’’ you chuckled.

The first years of marriage with Yoosung weren’t always easy.

At times, he still struggled at his job but with your support he could overcome everything.

Even though he had to still wear his glasses, his eyes were improving.

Both of you finally laid in your shared bed after your act of love.

Yoosung was stroking your back as your head rested on his strong chest.

In your first years of marriage, both of you got to know that for you it would be harder to become parents.

Apparently, the two of you first faced seven years of bad luck.

You could remember it as if it was yesterday, when the doctor confessed this message.

But with your love both of you overcame the hardship and found a way to fight it.

,,I can’t wait to become the mother of your child…’’ you mumbled and then fell asleep, missing the part when Yoosung agreed with you.  

Jaehee

Every night in bed, you thanked god for your happy marriage with Jaehee. She had been your wife for almost three years.

Those years with her were eventful.

You thought about her proposal, the wedding, and your honeymoon, which was your highlight for sure!

The time with her in Italy was wonderful with her wet skin at the beach and her happy laugh.

Her smile always made your heart beat quicker.

The nights you spent together with your skin touching and slapping over again and the evenings where both of you sat together outside, watching the stars below the italian sky.

,,What are you thinking about?’’ Jaehee asked you when she saw your face after entering the room.

You looked at her and once again, your heart began to beat crazily, just like the first day.

Her long hair rested on her shoulders as she slipped into the cozy blankets.

,,About our marriage,’’ you answered, hugging her body.

Jaehee laughed.

,,Remember when we arrived after our honeymoon and thought that someone robbed our shop, but the RFA planned a surprise for us?’’ she asked you, making you laugh immediately at the flashback.

You nodded and continued ,,I was so scared! Or when Yoosung began to cry in the shop, saying he didn’t want to go back to Jumin because his LOLOL ranking disappeared!’’ you laughed, making her chuckle.

,,I remember all those happy times in our shop, our happy customers, and the happy faces…’’ she mumbled.

,,I feel so good with you…’’ she then added, making you nod.

You, too, were thankful for having her in your life.

,,Mom, Mama…’’ a little girl entered the room.

Of course you couldn’t forget your adoptive daughter.

In your marriage there was also a hard time.

Back then, you wanted to adopt a baby, but the state didn’t let you and wanted to take her away again.

It was the worst time in your life, but thankfully Jumin could help you out.

,,Come here, baby…’’ you mumbled and called her.

The little girl hurried to the two of you and as soon as she was between the both of you, her eyes closed, making her go to wonderland.

,,Yes, our marriage is a happy one…’’ you laughed and stroked the girl's face.

Jaehee nodded at your comment and hugged both of you, closing her eyes too and wishing you a happy night.

Saeyoung

You looked at the clock as you waited at a decorated table in a fancy restaurant.

Saeyoung invited you to go out for your ninth anniversary.

You chuckled to yourself. Some things never changed, apparently.

You reviewed your first years of marriage with him.

It was hard for both of you because at first you wanted to run away, taking only Saeran with you.

But then, you realised that the RFA became far more than just the RFA.

They were like a family.

Of course you were still a bit angry at Yoosung and Zen for hiding Rika, but you knew at least that if you would come to make a mistake, both of them would make sure to help you out.

You also knew that Jumin and Jaehee would do their best to lead you the right way again.

The first years of marriage were almost terrible.

Now that so many years had passed, you had to laugh about the mistakes you guys made.

At first, there was the problem with Saeran.

It often stressed you guys out and made you argue a lot.

But it all ended well.

The agency didn’t contact you anymore and you could almost live a normal life.

And not long after your marriage, both of you became parents.

With your little red haired twins, which were now six, the happiness in your house never died down.

You and the RFA met up regularly, making them meet their only family.

,,If I call Saeyoung now, he will go crazy…“ you mumbled.

Saeyoung and you decided to come separately since he probably had something planned.

You decided to instead call your two nannies, Yoosung and Zen, who we’re taking care of the twins with Saeran.

Loud voices echoed into the phone.

,,THINGS ARE GOING WELL! THANK GOD SAERAN IS WITH US!“ Yoosung yelled.

,,AH NO! DON‘T!“ he yelled again and then cut the line.

You pitied them because somehow your two devils only listened to you, their mom.

,,How are they doing?“ Saeyoung asked you when he finally joined you.

,,Sixteen minutes too late! You‘re improving!“ you laughed and then told him that you just called them.

,,Such rascals...whatever, these sixteen minutes weren’t in vain because - I got this! Long Dog!“ he proudly said, handing you over a long dog out of metal.

You looked up at him and tried your best to not begin to loudly laugh at him.

Suddenly the dog began to talk in a funny voice, making you laugh.

The Long Dog began to talk about your story of nine full years…

He didn’t forget a single detail. Not even when the car broke down in the woods and you were alone...working on becoming pregnant.

Tears left your eyes as you looked up.

,,To our future…“ you said with a trembling voice, picking up your glass.

,,To our future...I love you,“ he whispered.

Saeran

You watched how Saeran showed Saeyoung how to hold the baby you gave birth to a few days ago.

There couldn’t be anything which could make you feel happier right now.

Watching your husband hold his baby and his twin brother trying to do the same.

Finally, Saeyoung could hold your newborn daughter on his own, watching her sleep.

Saeran turned to you.

,,Are you okay?“ he asked you, concerned.

You nodded. You were sleepy, but you felt good.

,,I was thinking about the past…“ you told him.

Saeran nodded.

You got pregnant before your marriage.

At that time, you thought that becoming a mother wasn’t right.

You just found out and weren’t brave enough to tell Saeran since he was on his way to finding Saeyoung.  

When the agency, however, blackmailed him to kill his unborn child, he found out.

,,TRUST ME!“ he yelled.

,,I WILL FIND HIM AND KEEP YOU SAFE!“ he cried.

And so, he and Jumin, as well as Jumin‘s best men, handled saving Saeyoung.

Afterwards, your wedding was held with Saeyoung finally by your side.

Saeran even forgave him after this long time.

And so, you began to live a whole different life in your first year.

Nothing to worry about since Rika was taken care of, no one to search for since Saeyoung was finally by your side…

Everything was at his best.

The only problems were your throbbing feet, which didn’t get better even after Saeran kept massaging them and your carvings, which drove the twins crazy.

,,Where do I find spinach with apples at 2.30 AM?“ Saeran asked his brother in the middle of the night.

,,Not even the agency bothered me with so many questions…“ he mumbled and sent him to a convenience store.

As newlyweds, you really enjoyed your time together and you also planned to do it for the next three years.

,,As long as our daughter is little, we want to see the world. Afterwards, we will come back and begin to live a normal life…“ Saeran confessed.

The RFA nodded. 

It was only natural that you guys now wanted to take a little rest.

And so you indeed came back after three years, ready to show and tell them about all your experiences and memories you did around the world...

Jihyun

After three years, Jihyun left you alone and you didn’t want to lose time.

And as if he could read your mind, he asked to marry you.

The first years went by perfectly.

You all forgave Rika, even though sometimes you still woke up from nightmares. 

,,I will always stay by your side,“ Jihyun mumbled in the dark night.

,,I‘m your husband and I will take care of you…“ he went on and stroked you until you could finally fall asleep again.

The years went by like that.

You and Saeran, as well as the RFA, first focused on becoming better.

The hard and sad memories first had to become a part of you.

To do that, you all agreed on meeting once a week.

Saeyoung, with his brother after a long time, and Yoosung with the RFA, even though he found out about Rika.

It went well. In that time you also held a lot of parties and got even more famous.

Jihyun found his hobby for life and was more than happy to make you take part. 

The adoption of Lucy was also something pretty spontaneous.

You saw the girl and immediately fell in love with her smile, and since getting pregnant would still take a bit, you wanted to make the girl happy and become her family.

Jihyun was unsure and not fond of the idea, but you made it clear that you weren’t like Rika.

And so, your marriage was becoming happier and happier.

Vanderwood

,,We can’t do that to the RFA…“ you whispered one day in the backseat of Saeyoung’s car.

Vanderwood and you just had a pretty sexy activity done.

,,I‘m getting hunted by my agency...let’s run away and get married and after a few years we can come back…“ Vanderwood tried to pursue, winning in the end.

You left a message for Saeyoung since he greatly took care of you.

And so after you two signed the documents and were officially married, your fugitive marriage began.

From one city to the next one, from Europe to America and back.

You saw a lot and was able to learn many new things, as well as all the languages.

Vanderwood and you found out how to live as rich people.

But you also had to go through hardships of powerlessness and having no money.

But these experiences were so important and you were grateful for them all.

Hidden with a fake identity, you and Vanderwood worked for various places.

And so, after five years of a beautiful marriage, with a third identity, you two went back with a half member too below your heart.

,,I will take care of both of you…“ Vanderwood promised when he opened the door to your apartment and got surprised by the RFA who were ready to welcome you with open arms.

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[lothrilzul]

Things about my Dovahkiins

A recent convo with @mrninjapineapple reminded me of this unfinished thing.

I started this questionnaire around March 28th, 2015 and it’s been sitting in my sta.sh unfinished for so long that I forgot who tagged me to do this.

Looking back, it’s quite a silly list of questions, and I originally wanted to scrap the whole thing, but I liked some of my answers, so here it is. You can compare the personalities of my different Dragonborns by their answers.

[I’m planning to make a more serious questionnaire for the characters involved in our collection of stories (The Age of Restoration). I’ll also plan to post some screenshots of them in a later post.]

Onto the questionnaire with 40 silly questions!

1. What is your name? Z: Zinnia(h Fire-Hearth) Y: Yrgrod Ragvirsson C: Casts-First-Asks-Second N: Nicholaus (the Goldsmith) S: Shurag gra-Burz

2. Do you know why you were named that? Z: No. [After a horse called Cinnia, because I thought it sounded unique.] Y: I was named after an old hero and I inherited my fathers family name too. [It was formed from parts of my name, "rág" & "Vir"] C: Yes, I named myself. [And it sounded cool!] N: No, I was too little to ask it by the time and later I was already used to it. [Because he was created on 6th of December, the day of Saint Nicholas (Mikulás in our country)] S: I don't really care about it, it's just a name... [it was formed from a part of my name, "s Virág" sounding "shwirag", with different spelling] 3. Are you single or taken? Z: Taken. Y: Taken. C: Single? I'm unique! N: Was taken. S: Single. 4. Have any abilities or powers? Z: I'm the Dragonborn and a werewolf and I have an ability called Ancestor's wrath Y: I'm the Dragonborn and a werewolf. C: I'm a Volkihar vampire N: Not that I know of, other than still being alive. S: I can go berserk answering such questions. 5. Stop being a Mary-Sue! Z: I do have a bunch of titles, but this one, I never heard of... Y: Isn't that a female name? C: Why should I? N: Silly... S: You mean Shu, right? 6. What's your eye color? Z: Pitch black. Y: Somewhere between blue and green. C: White with a red pupil. Originally my pupil was light blue. N: Green as an emerald. S: It's red. The other one's blind. 7. How about hair color? Z: It's almost black. Y: Some kind of blonde. C: Hair? Phew, filthy thing! I have beautiful horns! N: It was brownish, now it's grey. S: Brown. 8. Have you any family members? Z: A husband and adopted daughters. My parents are dead. Y: I have a wife and adopted kids. My sister and her son died during his birth. C: No, and I'm happy about it. N: I had. S: I adopted a daughter, but I haven't found true love yet. 9. Oh? How about pets? Z: I love horses and I have four: Arvak, Blaze, Frost and Shadowmere. My daughter's pet fox, Vix sometimes lets me cuddle her. Y: I'm a dog man. C: I don't know the Dead Thrall perk yet. Pity. N: I like animals, but I don't want to attach anyone again. S: I have a good horse. I don't need useless critters around me. 10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me about something you don't like. Z: The Blades. Y: Unnecessary friction. C: Werewolves, Vigilants of Stendarr and the Silver Hand. N: Boots. S: Dragons. 11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? Z: Reading. I have a library of around three hundred books. Y: I like to sing (though some say that I shouldn't) and listen to the bards. C: I tend to drink guard's blood in Riften. Broad daylight. N: I like to craft jewellery. S: Exploring the vast wilderness of Skyrim. 12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Z: Pretty much. Bandits, creatures, some people. But I only regret some of them. Y: Yes, and he deserved it. He was the reason why my sister died. C: Most possible ways, yes. N: I did, but I wish I shouldn't have. I'm not afraid to protect myself, though. S: I gladly smash in anyone's faces, who deserves it. 13. Ever... killed anyone before? Z: I did. Most time I followed orders, but sometimes for my own good. Y: To name the most important: the usurper Ulfric Stormcloak. C: With pleasure. Also, I need hearts and flesh for crafting. N: Same as Q12. S: It was me or them. No question. 14. What kind of animal are you? Z: I'm a werewolf. And the Dragonborn. Y: I'm a werewolf. C: I'm beastfolk, not animal. I should shed your blood for this question. N: I always considered myself a small and peaceful creature, therefore a squirrel, I guess? S: Orcs are no animals. Oh, you mean metaphorically? I'm a sabrecat. 15. Name your worst habits? Z: Hoarding stuff. Especially ingredients and books. Y: I tend to be hot headed and sometimes I regret things. C: In others eyes, killing for my own amusement is one. N: I tend to be melancholic. S: Smashing in faces. 16. Do you look up to anyone at all? Z: Talos. Y: Sometimes, but they mostly prove they were unworthy to it. Sad. C: No. N: Quite a number of people, yes. S: My mother, Shuzhra was the greatest personality ever. I miss her. 17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual? Z: Straight. Y: Straight. C: I'm not picky. N: I always thought I was straight, but now I'm not that sure... S: Straight-in-your-face, what kind of unashamed question is this? 18. Do you go to school? Z: No, but I learn new tricks on a weekly basis! Y: No, I'm old enough. C: I never needed school to achieve my goals... N: No, but you are never too old to learn! S: I don't need that, unless it's about potions or fighting! 19. Ever wanna marry and have kids one day? Z: Already married, first child is on his way! Y: I already am, and that second... would be good. C: I don't think so. No kids. Never. N: I had a beautiful wife and daughter, but they both died long ago. Now I'm searching for my grandson! S: Maybe... maybe not. 20. Do you have fangirls/fanboys? Z: I don't know. Maybe. [She’s just modest, she has some.] Y: I... have? C: Of course. N: If I have, that's cool. S: I don't need such admiration. 21. What are you most afraid of? Z: That something happens with my family or with those who I care about. Y: Having to fight those who I called my friends once. C: The Sun. Hiss. N: Bonding. S: That I hurt someone who’s not deserving. 22. What do you usually wear? Z: Light armor crafted by myself and a hood. Y: Heavy armor without helmet, or a helmet which doesn't cover my face. I need my foes to know who bested them. C: Light armor with dark tones, hood, sabatoons, veil or scarf and a mask to hide my teeth. N: Plain clothing. I was dressed in burlap clothing with bare feet before the Sparrows made it cool. No, I'm not a religious fanatic. Does it mean I'm a hipster? S: Blades armor with a Greybeard cloak, to shorten the cooldown of my Shouts when I kill dragons. 23. What's one food that tempts you? Z: Most kind of sweets. Y: Milk. C: Hehe. Blood, my dear. N: Elves ear. My favourite spice. S: Dried venison. 24. Am I annoying you? Z: No, these questions are interesting. I love to explore myself by thinking about stuff I usually don't. Y: Not really. C: I don't know yet. N: No. S: A bit. But I manage it. 25. Well, it's still not over! Z: Good! Y: Alright. C: Go on! N: Alright. S: Oh. 26. What class are you? Low class, middle class, high class. Z: Started as middle class, now high class. Y: High class from born. C: Low class to high class in two years. N: Middle class. S: Orcs are orcs, not classy people. 27. How many friends do you have? Z: I don’t like to count, but many. Some are close, the most not much. Kharjo, J’zargo, Brelyna, Aela, Farkas, Lucan, Belethor, Urag, Lydia, Sasha (mod) and my Housecarls. Oh and Paarthurnax. [Non canonically she likes Aronansa and Jenna Sajpa] Y: Who can be sure about that anymore? The Companions, especially after purging our beast blood together. C: Anum-La, The Swamp Knight [from the interesting NPC mod] N: Some people here or there, but I don’t make want to make new friends, I’m too old. S: A few. Why? 28. What are your thoughts on pie? Z: Delicious! Y: I hope it’s a meat pie. C: Bleh. N: I don’t mind one coming my way sometimes. S: Uh, they’re food? 29. If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be? Z: Talos! Or my father. Y: My beautiful sister Hroda. C: My enemies, so I can flay them! N: My grandson, Mercer. You heard about him? S: Right now? 30. Favourite drink? Z: Red wine and clean water. Y: Milk! C: Fresh blood. N: Mead. S: Magicka potions. They are good for thirst. 31. What's your favourite place? Z: Hm. Skyrim, as a whole, but I like Heljarchen because that where we live now. Y: Dragonsreach is nice. C: Lakeview, my place. N: Solstheim volcanic side. S: The Reach. 32. Are you interested in anyone? Z: My husband, Balimund! Y: My wife, Zinnia [copy of Zinnia as a mod] C: Not now. N: Don’t tell him but I fancy Tolfdir. S: Not right now. 33. How tall are you?

The game gives the height of the character compared to the average. Different races and sexes have different base values. (e.g. Nord males are 1,03, while Khajiit women are 0,95) I headcanonned the average to be 175 cm (5’74). If you think the average Skyrim player character has a different height value, it modifies my calculation (also, sorry, my brain works in centimeters ))

Z: 175 cm (1) Y: 187 cm (1,071=1,04*1,03) C: 175 cm (1) N: 175 cm (1) S: I'm tall enough, thanks! [It’s a bit sensitive topic for her. She’s 164 cm (0,94=0,9x1,045)] 34. Would you rather swim in a lake or in an ocean? Z: A lake. Salty water is not my type. Y: Both are fine. C: I’d rather not, but if I need; the Ocean. N: How about neither? S: Swimming in heavy armor is not good idea. A brook, maybe? 35. What's your type? Z: Bulky nords with beard! Y: My wife. C: Zero negative, but I can eat any blood type. N: Um, people like Tolfdir? S: Someone who’s brave! 36. Any fetishes? Z: Why would I tell you? Y: No. C: I might have some but it’s none of your business. N: None. S: No.

37. Seme or uke?

[I googled what these mean and not going to answer, because my dragonborns don’t know about such things.] 38. Camping or indoors? Z: Indoors. Y: Both. C: Outside. Hunting. N: Indoors. S: Camping? Adventuring! 39. Are you still wanting this quiz to end? Z: I could do other things, yes. Y: It’s indifferent to me. C: Yes. N: If there’s more question, ask. S: Kind of. 40. Well, it's over! Now tag five people to do this.

*Inaudible mumbling, noises of chairs scratching the floor, bootsteps as they leave to their realities.*

[I’m not tagging, I was tagged more two years ago!]

[rennyrosie]

The Gallifrey High AU That No One Needed But Here It Is Anyway

SO JUST A DISCLAIMER I WAS HANGING OUT WITH @coordinatorromana AND THEY WERE WEARING A GALLIFREY ACADEMY SHIRT UNDER THEIR GALLIFREY ACADEMY JACKET AND THIS AU LITERALLY STARTED WITH ME SAYING THAT THEY LOOKED LIKE A VARSITY ATHLETE FOR GALLIFREY HIGH SO IT’S THEIR FAULT NOT MINE

The year is 2XXX. Korean society has evolved so far that our ID schematics have been condensed into chips taking the shape of normal contact lenses. These ID lenses are given to children and are changed according to their growth needs. When their eyes stop changing a permanent lens is fixed onto one of their eyes, thus making ID cards and numbers obsolete. However, a growing number of reports are surfacing of chips becoming scrambled or dislodged after injuries, accidents, and other incidents. What happened to Leela Sae’s eyes to make her unidentifiable? In this new technological age spurred by chaebol conglomerates, whose family will come out on top? Will Korea’s economy be torn asunder in the rumbling threat of an economic war?

I imagined 갈리프레이 고등학교, 갈고 for short (Gallifrey High School, “Galgo” or “Sharpening” for short) as a Special High School, a fancy private high school for students whose parents are affiliated with conglomerates, diplomats, politicians, all kinds of important people. So basically like an international school minus the white people and with only three years in high school: Korean high schools split the twelve grades 6-3-3 as opposed to 5-3-4 as is common in America. (Yes this does mean that I headcanon the entire cast as Korean in this AU). Usually in these private schools, students from lower income families with certain professions (lower level civil servants/bureaucrats, small business owners, etc.) have access to certain degrees of financial aid that depend on how well the student does in school. In some rare cases, a very low income and potentially first generation student can gain a full scholarship for exceptional talent.

This is how we first meet Leela (새리라, Leela Sae), a seventeen-year-old cast out into the world who uses a fake last name for Reasons. She’s always wanted to be free as a bird and bird in Korean is 새 so she chose it as a new last name. She gains admission to Gallifrey High by winning a taekwondo tournament hosted by the conglomerate owned by Romana’s family, the 나라 (Na-Ra, “Nation”) corporation. The tournament was meant to scout new muscle to work as guard staff for Na-Ra with the promise of job security and a scholarship to 갈고 for the youth division. Because Romana is the heir apparent of the corporation, she is of course present at the tournament and as the newly-elected student body president she welcomes Leela to the school. Leela transfers to Gallifrey High as a second year, the same year as Romana.

Romana (나루마, Ruma Na) is the sole child of the ruling Na family, making her heir apparent to the corporation from the age of fifteen. She excels in school, consistently ranking first in her class, but finds her true passions lie in leading the school to victory and prosperity in all aspects of student life. However, recent tensions between conglomerates and within her own family’s corporation have kicked off power struggles in the Korean market as well as in school. A separate faction led by Darkel, the heiress to Kim and Co., a competing conglomerate and the Na corporation’s closest rival and bitterest enemy.

Darkel (김다루, Daru Kim), another second year and the Student Body Vice President, has consistently scored just below Romana in rankings, but despite her sharp intellect her unpopularity and refusal to listen to her peers made her lose the opportunity to hold power over the entire school, an opportunity she thought should be rightfully hers. As such, she gathered all the students whose families worked with or for her and rallied them against Romana and the Na-Ra corporation. This started a kind of turf war in the high school as well as starting an economic meltdown of global proportions as Na-Ra and Kim and Co. slashed prices, salaries, everything to compete against each other, resulting in the near-total collapse of the Korean economy.

As the war rages on, Darkel seeks out Narvin, the Student Body Treasurer and lures him to her side of the fight, intending to bankrupt his family’s large pharmaceutical company later to monopolize more power over the school and the economy.

Narvin (빈나라, Nara Bin, play on words with “empty nation” and also yes matching to one of the conglomerates guess which) is the Treasurer and is very stingy with club budgets despite only being a second year, but that’s what he likes so much about that work: He could know and control the money flow of the entire school. Although he starts out working with Darkel, when he discovers Darkel’s plan, he crosses sides to join Romana, despite his reservations about her and the transfer student she always hung around. Now, he doesn’t care to admit it but he cares deeply about Romana and Leela in the aftermath of the Sul War. Narvin is a huge nerd who is on the math team and participates regularly in the physics Olympiad.

On the other hand, Brax (시보락, Borak Si) seeks to gain more power than his position as Secretary of the Student Body by aligning himself and his family’s company with Romana. As a third year, this year is his last chance to try for student body president and he is growing more desperate. Darkel considers him a prime threat as a key player in this war due to his parents’ microchip development and manufacturing company, Si Sees Ltd. This emphasis on technological advancement to tear the other side apart led to the coining of this economic war the Sul War, for “Kisul”, meaning “technology.”

Wynter (태위영, Wi-Young Tae) is an impressionable first year who looks up to Romana and considers her his 선배. His family is among the first to go bankrupt when the falling cost of iron makes his family’s ironworks company go under and he leaves the country to pay off his debt to loan sharks.

Andred (뢰안도, Ando Rae), a second year who took interest in Leela, the new transfer student, as he was also a recipient of financial aid as the son of a lower ranking bureaucrat. He found Leela’s blunt language and unconventional wisdom charming and they dated for a while until Leela saw that Andred was just like all the other spoiled asshole brats at this entitled school and left him. Soon afterward, Andred was expelled for beating another student into unconsciousness despite multiple suspensions and warnings from similar behavior.

Matthias (아마디, Madi A, first name means “words”), was a quiet second year student but his family seemed to be the only one really staying afloat as he kept to himself and was often ignored by the likes of Darkel and Romana. However, when he was noticed he was generally well liked and as the son of a high ranking politician he knew how the game worked even if he chose not to play. Until now. Sensing a weakness in both Romana and Darkel, Matthias seized an opportunity to make himself student body president with the support of weary and newly broke students and the promise of rebuilding Korea’s techno-economic infrastructure.

The Doctor (닥터, Doctor), is a truant. No one knows what year he’s in, only that he’s smart but he pops in and out as he pleases and the teachers can only sigh and shake their heads at him because heaven knows they’ve tried yelling, punishing, locking up, it didn’t seem to matter to him.

Valyes is taking his second year a second time because he failed out the year before. Despite knowing how the school works and how the political game is played he lacks the common sense and patience to use what he knows effectively. (Yes I realize I’m being way too nice but I’m trying to get something of a consistent tone here ;w; )

Other minor commanders and such are class reps in the student council.

I haven’t met Ace yet where I’m up to (haven’t started season 6 yet) but according to Alex’s description my version of Ace is a delinquent with constantly dyed hair who could use the nearest object to smash your head in but would rather shatter your kneecaps and let Leela finish you off.

[gleelistrp]

Welcome to the GLEE LIST RP !!   Thank you so much for applying to the group, NICK. We are extremely excited to have you playing, PARKER SMYTHE and bringing them to our dash. After reading over your audition, we think THE WALLFLOWER, will totally fit them. However, if you aren’t so sure of that we can gladly discuss a change. You have also successfully earned the base point level of 100 points !!

           GRANT GUSTIN is now taken but still has 1 spot available.   You’ve got 48 HOURS to get your characters page ready and don’t forget to look over the GUIDE. Remember to have fun and never hesitate to come to us if you have questions, comments, concerns or even ideas !

Out Of Character Information.

Name/Alias: Nick Age: 24 Timezone: EST Activity Level: 8/10 almost always on, unless at work Anything Else: Removed. However, we really enjoyed this idea and would love to use it in the group!

In Character Information.

Desired Character: Parker Elijah Smythe Faceclaim: Grant Gustin Family Relation: Mirror Image Twin (Left Handed) Ships: Smythe/Chemistry Anti-Ships: Smythe/No Chemistry, Incest Age/Grade: 16/Sophomore Sexuality: Gay Traits: +Loyal, Compassionate, Driven -Shy, Anxious, Insecure Relationship Status: Single Label: The Wallflower Secrets:

TW: Abuse

It was only very recently that Parker came out of the closet. Part of him had thought he should tell his brother over the years, but he just wasn’t sure how to even bring the topic up. Even if he did accept him, what if no one else did? He heard all those horror stories about the way some people treated others just because they were gay… he was terrified of giving people another reason to think he was too different or weird. Of course, now that he’d come out he’d realized that he’d worried for nothing. He should’ve known his brother would be accepting and his parents simply didn’t care because when had they ever, really? But what he’d left out was that his ex girlfriend who he’d dated for two months before coming out (and the only relationship he’d ever been in) had abused him the entire time they were dating. How was he suppose to admit that part? Guys weren’t suppose to get beaten by their girlfriends, right?

Parker has a lot more anxiety about relationships than he lets on. What if everyone around the school wasn’t as accepting about him being gay as the news spread? How on Earth was he suppose to navigate the world of dating now that he was actually allowed to be himself? What if he got a boyfriend and they treated him the same way his ex girlfriend did? What if people only wanted to date guys were more experienced than he was? What if he just wasn’t good enough for anyone?

Headcanons: TW: Anxiety

As far back as Parker could remember, he was given anything and everything anyone could ever want. He was constantly showered with attention and praise for every single thing that he did, and he was constantly told that he was the light of his parents lives… everything they ever wanted. But the truth of the matter was that he rarely ever saw his parents to hear that, and the constant praise and attention was always coming from nannies, maids, and butlers. It was so rare that he saw his mom and dad that he wasn’t sure if they loved him and were just that busy, or if his parents didn’t want him because they dreamed of having a son to play catch with on the weekends or bake cookies with for a school bake sale, they just wanted a doll to dress up and parade around so that they would give off the illusion of being the perfect family… and somehow ended up with more than one. How was he suppose to know the answer to that question when his parents were never around to answer it? When they weren’t at a fancy party, or attending an important event, Parker never even saw his parents. They were always busy. But he did have a nanny who was like a father to him. Jourdan Wattier. He was hired when Parker was almost five and worked for the Smythe family taking care of their children while they were working until the boys were thirteen. Parker and Jourdan had an unbelievably close relationship, and even after Jourdan moved to London to work for another family, the two remained in touch and just as close.

You’d think that getting everything you could ever want and constantly attending fancy parties, Parker would’ve grown up spoiled, but it was actually the complete opposite. He quickly learned that he didn’t care about things. So he could have anything he wanted the moment he asked for it… what good were fancy things and expensive clothes? They didn’t give him what he really, truly wanted… love, friendship, the things that were really important in life. They couldn’t be bought. While most kids envied his wealth and would kill to have a room as big as his or butlers and maids to do everything for him, he would’ve traded all of it and lived in a cardboard box on the street if it meant having a mother and father who spent time with him or a friend at school. Of course, he had his brother, who he loved more than anything. Then again, most schools encouraged separating siblings and putting them in separate classes so they learned to make other friends…. which wasn’t one of Parker’s stronger suits. He really wanted to make friends, he just never knew the right thing to say to people and always ended up coming off awkward or strange, and it just got worse as time went on. His lack of friends mixed with his fear of being alone started causing panic attacks that usually could only be soothed by his older brother who could never help with them when they happened at school due to the staff putting them in separate classes. This resulted in Parker being laughed at for being even more strange than the kids originally thought, which just made his nervousness worse.

His brother helped a lot, but being teased at school by kids who thought he was odd caused him to be constantly nervous and on edge. He needed something to calm him down. That’s when he started doing theatre. Getting to sing and dance on a Broadway stage was his ultimate dream. His parents had taken him to professional ballets, operas, and live theatre a few times to make sure they were cultured, and he’d really enjoyed watching the performers up on stage, and noticed how many people there were in each production. He figured if he did musicals, not only would he be having fun, but maybe he’d make friends in the casts of the shows he got into and his anxiety would start to disappear. He quickly found that he had a gift for singing and acting and dancing, and he enjoyed doing it. He convinced his parents to let him take lessons in voice, acting, and dance, knowing it wouldn’t be too hard since he was given everything he wanted all the time anyway. He also started learning how to play instruments such as piano, guitar, cello, violin, and anything else he could get his hands on. He was fascinated with learning everything he could about each instrument, he was fascinated with learning everything he could about everything. He loved reading and despite wishing he could make more friends, he learned to appreciate alone time because it gave him the opportunity to learn new things. Of course, he knew how to behave in an elegant, sophisticated manner due to his upbringing, but despite growing up surrounded by the finer things in life, he preferred to live more simply. As long as he had his siblings, an instrument or two, and a few good books, he was very content.

Despite being constantly exposed to fancy parties and get togethers, he never did develop very good communication skills. His introverted, shy nature usually caused him to have no idea how to talk to other people, which only made his insecurities and anxiety worse. He knew the right things to say when out with important people, he’d memorized that like a script from one of his plays, but when it came to every day conversation with regular people, he always found himself at a loss for words, coming off as awkward or oblivious, or even clumsy. Without a script to tell him what to talk about, he just didn’t know what to say. That was another reason why he was so close to his brother. It was nice having someone in your life that you knew would never judge you and love you no matter what. He was also lucky enough to have adopted a Bichon (who he named Toulouse) when he was 13 and Jourdan left who was registered as an Emotional Support Dog to help him with his anxiety, so he never really felt alone despite not having many friends.