#capricious and self-centered

[sharry-arry-odd]

"I don't know you, and you're kind of scary, but I also want to be like you when I get older? It's very confusing."

In The Lives of Puppets, by TJ Klune

[loveemagicpeace]

🎈Jupiter & Your Spouse🎱

🎈Jupiter is the planet that indicates what characteristics your husband/wife will have. Which zodiac sign can it be and where can you meet the person.🎈

❤️‍🔥Jupiter in the 1st house - your spouse can be fiery, independent, intense, daring, fearless. Can have a lot of energy and can also invest a lot in things he is passionate about. It gives a lot to the appearance. A person's energy and expression can mean a lot to him. A spouse may like someone who is fearless or a risk-taker himself. Having Jupiter in the first house indicates that the right partner can help you discover your true self and bring out your best qualities. They expand your sense of self and can make you feel very self-assured. You can meet your spouse at an event, sporting event, competition or somewhere related to you. You can just when you go outside the comfort zone.

🤎Jupiter in 2nd house- your spouse can be stable, materialistic, stubborn, likes comfort, luxury, money. Can spends a lot on food, movies, music and above all enjoyment. Determined and fixed. Your partner will be vocal about their beliefs and seek a partner who shares their perspective. You can meet a spouse at the bank, at a concert, in the cinema, or at a hotel. You could also meet them out in public while indulging in your favorite things.

🧪 Jupiter in 3rd house - your spouse can be communicative, talkative, intelligent, quick to respond, rational, likes many different things and topics. Spouse can put a lot on communication and the mind. He could be younger than you. This gives you good and understanding partners, and they will support you in every phase. You also tend to attract overly complicated relationships that can cause you a headache. Jupiter in the third house shows you might fall in love with someone you grew up with, like a classmate from school, a neighbor, or a family friend. You can meet a spouse through siblings, relatives, at school, quizzes, social games, it can also be your neighbor, roommate.

⛵️Jupiter in 4th house- your spouse can be caring, compassionate, emotional, can help you and is always there for you. A person who values ​​privacy and likes to be at home or in the comfort zone. A person who gives a lot to family and home. Can be very protective and tough. Sometimes also capricious. You can meet them through your mother, close people, at a house party, in your home environment, somewhere near where you live, dinner party or out walking your dog or housewarming hosted by friends.

🎡Jupiter in the 5th house - your spouse can be proud, playful, strong, always carry an inner child, loud, fun, romantic. He gives a lot to hobbies, fun, socializing. He likes things that are light and pleasant. Can be warm, confident, determined, generous and also selfish. It indicates that your future spouse will be the center of attention, an outgoing person who is widely known. You can meet them at some activities, casino, can also be love at first sight, at the summer time, out on the town, whether dancing, singing karaoke, or exploring a new city with your friends.

🖼️Jupiter in the 6th house - your spouse is caring, takes care of health, can be a perfectionist, sees details, hardworking, organized, critical. It gives a lot to lifestyle and movement. He knows what he wants out of life. He might seem particular to some, but he's just the right brand of neurotic for you. You can meet them at work, in your everyday life (for example, in a store, pharmacy, physical exercises, fitness center), at the doctor's.

🧸Jupiter in the 7th house - your spouse is romantic, harmonious, fair, balanced. A spouse can give a lot of peace and attitude around him. The spouse can be harmonious, beautiful and like orderliness and beauty from the outside and from the inside. He knows how to see the beauty in everything. Marriage is important to him. You can meet them at a beauty competition, through friends, you can also through your ex, in court.

🦋Jupiter in the 8th house - your spouse can be intense, mysterious, deep, persistent, obsessive, self-sacrificing. Does everything for the people he loves. A spouse can give a lot on privacy, secrets, sharing things with another person. It may be important for them to share everything with you. You can meet them in the financial administration, deeper places, secret places, intimate places, can also be your psychologist or meet them there. You may meet them at a spiritual retreat, religious gathering, or group event where you can meet like-minded individuals.

🪂Jupiter in the 9th house - your spouse can be optimistic, happy, religious, even from another country, adventurous, open, direct, passionate. It can have a lot of life in it. Live in the moment and for the moment. A spouse can give a lot to education, novelty, innovation. Can always support you in everything you do. You can meet them on a trip, adventure parks, church, at someone's wedding, university, lecture.

🎱Jupiter in the 10th house - your spouse can be determined, strong, powerful, serious, responsible, older, more mature, hard-working. It can be someone who is recognizable and a public figure. Jupiter here make spouses more responsible and loving. They just aren't dominant or commanding by nature. On the flip side, no matter what transpires in their lives, these gentlemen will always encourage and believe in their spouses. You can meet them in a public place, public institutions, through parents, father or grandfather.

🪁Jupiter in the 11th house - your spouse is unique, different, dreamy. He always has a set goal and vision. A free person who gives a lot to independence. Can be a person who is sociable or can be a loner. Very smart and intelligent. Can also be famous on social networks. Different from the others. Someone who is smart and intelligent and know all about social media and can also be a logical person who think with logical mind. They may be your best friend. You can meet them through friends, social networks, lonely places, can also be in unpredictable way.

🛼Jupiter in the 12th house - your spouse can be spiritual, dreamy, emotional, compassionate, kind. A person who gives a lot to dreams and fantasy. A person who care for others. Can also be very artistic person. Here it is necessary to make sure that the person is not manipulative or addicted to drugs. The image of a person sometimes is not the way they present themselves at first. you can actually find out all of things about them later. So it's important that you get to know the person. You can meet them at a dance, art club, gallery, hospital, prison.

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-Rebekah🫧🦋🛼

[mvrkieboo]

Old Bloodhounds

P32 | i am now a proud uchinaga 🫶🏻

You're sat beside the window, observing what was happening on the outside of the café (a girl walking her dog, a guy waiting to cross the road, a guy sitting on the bus stop bench) as you waited for the others to arrive. To your surprise, Aeri came in just right after you. You waved at her, pointing at the spot next to you. She lit up almost instantly, practically jogged to take the seat next to you.

She gave you a side hug, tucking her own head under your chin, making you giggle.

"I'm so glad you're opening up to us now, but if you feel like changing your mind, we won't put it against you." She said, placing a hand on your shoulder blade.

You let out a small smile.

"If I change my mind, I'll be losing Yangyang." You spoke quietly, and saw how her smile completely turned upside down.

"Yangyang's being unreasonable, Y/N. Seriously. Why would he put your friendship on the line like that? It's very—"

"Childish? Immature? Selfish? Self-centered? Trust me, I've said it all to him but it didn't get past his thick ass skull." Xiaojun's voice intercepted Aeri's, and both of you looked up to see both him and Yangyang were here now.

Yangyang didn't even bother to send him a dirty look and quickly took the seat across yours, with Xiaojun now designated to sit across Aeri. The waitress, finally seeing your table was now at 4 people, decided to come over with the menus to take your orders.

When the waitress left, you placed your arms on the table.

"Yangs."

"Y/N."

"Do you have anything to say to me? You know, just to get things out of the way first?" You smiled lopsidedly, not in that bad of a mood because you got to spend some time with Mark and Yuno yesterday, alongside Geonwoo and Woojin.

You had a blast introducing them to each other, mainly because Mark and Yuno's assumption of your neighbours being your sugar daddies nearly brought you to tears while Geonwoo and Woojin looked very apprehensive. They were basically your foster parents at one point in your life, when they had to fund your senior year in highschool. Like the cram school fees, bringing you along for a late back-to-school shopping, and Geonwoo's mom housing you before you got into college.

Sugar daddies? That's insulting.

And coincidentally, the sugar daddy misconception began with the very man before you—Liu Yangyang.

"I don't know—do you have anything to say to me first?"

Stubborn, capricious, prideful Yangyang.

With a very hard jab on the ribs, via Xiaojun's very sharp elbows, his composure slipped away with a pathetic yelp. Xiaojun put his face near Yangyang's, a pointer finger stabbing into Yangyang's shoulder while Xiaojun spoke through gritted teeth.

"You do have something to say, dipshit, and you're saying it first."

Yangyang continued groaning for a few seconds more before straightening his back.

"Alright, I'm sorry!—and this apology isn't forced, I swear. Berating you in the groupchat while you were handling the witch hunt was a dick move, and for this time I'll try to understand you if you decide to back out of this. After narrowly escaping being stabbed by Xiaojun last night, I finally understood that whatever it is you're trying to keep to yourself, it's obviously something very personal to you—but it's just...I just got really frustrated with the situation you were going through on your behalf and got insecure, so I lashed out on you." Yangyang rambled, but it wasn't fast paced and frenzied, it was slow and thought through, even though he didn't give you the chance to interrupt him.

You took hold of Yangyang's hand on the table.

"Yangyang, I'm sorry too, for making you feel insecure. I do consider you my close friend—sometimes I consider you a very annoying twin brother figure even. The things I've kept to myself aren't because I don't trust you, but it's something I haven't been able to move on yet. At least, not completely. I'm glad Xiaojun managed to beat you into understanding that."

Yangyang huffed out a scoff, "Oh, please. Xiaojun got to beat me yesterday because I didn't fight back. Otherwise—"

"Otherwise I could still beat your ass, motherfucker. Shut the fuck up." Xiaojun intercepted, and it had all four of you bursting out into laughter because of how much of a hardass he embodied for that line.

When all of you calmed down, you squeezed Yangyang's hand, pulling his attention.

"Okay, now that's out of the way, I guess I have to start explaining what exactly happened to me all those years ago."

"Y/N, if you're not ready—" Aeri placed her hand on your side, looking a little conflicted. She was glad that you were letting them in but also worried that you might've felt forced to do this.

"No, I'm ready. I am now."

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"I'm sorry, if you felt like you were forced to share this. The fact that you haven't finished processing this trauma yet..." Yangyang spoke in a serious manner, looking ashamed with himself.

"It's okay, Yangyang. Honestly, I had to stop acting like it never happened every time I'm with you guys. Especially now that Yuno and Mark are back into my life. I was going to have to fully acknowledge it at one point." You shook your head at Yangyang's nth apology for today, flashing him a smile that was not at all forced.

You looked outside the window for a moment, not noticing the guy you saw sitting on the bus stop bench from earlier was still there, sitting there still.

"It's not okay. I accused the guys who practically adopted you when you had nobody else to be your sugar daddies. God, if they knew I was the one who started this sugar daddy bullshit, they'd hate me...I don't wanna make a bad impression on them..." He groaned, and Xiaojun and Aeri also looked ashamed, because they had fed into that bullshit alongside him.

You laughed at their faces, bewildered with Yangyang's words.

"A bad impression? Yangyang, you're not meeting my parents or something. Besides, they already know about you guys, I talk about you often when I'm with them."

"I am practically about to meet your parents. These dudes took you in, helped put you back on your feet, and are still watching over you even when you're all grown now. I can imagine shitting my pants if they're ever right in front of me right now." Yangyang groaned again, rubbing his hands on his face just imagining how muscular these dudes could be as former MMA athletes.

"They'd like all of you in an instant, guys. Don't worry too much." You cooed before consuming the last bite of your pasta.

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A/N : have fun with this fluff y'all! it's not gonna last long! cus im getting bored of y/n being so at ease and happy and safe. need this bitch to suffer.

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[blue-sky-blue]

∘•······•∘ʚNumbers and meaningɞ∘•········•∘

This is a follow up to the previous post, the next update will have the information on numbers 7, 8, 9, 11 and 22.

𐐪𐑂 Number 2

Key words: Relation, Cooperation

Balance energy: Addaptable, Friendly, Loyal, Trustworthy

Overbalance energy: Condescending, Over-sensitive, Unsopportive, Disparaging

Underbalance energy: Careless, Indifferent, Tactless, Rude

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of the moon, has the feminine attributes of the Sun, they are gently by nature, imaginative, inventive. They get along with number 1, 4 and 7.

Pythagoras: The number 2 is called Duad, is the dividing line between spirit and matter; represent the duality, diversity.

Kabbalah: is called Chochma, the father whose attribute is Wisdom, who come from the original Kether (Monad).

𐐪𐑂 Number 3

Key words: Expression, Joy of living

Balance energy: Chatty, Friendly, Kind, Self-expressive

Overbalance energy: Biased, Narcissistic, Prejudiced, Superficial

Underbalance energy: Bored, Envious, Moody, Unfriendly

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of Jupiter, they are ambitious, and love order and being an authotiry figure, they get alog with number 6,9.

Pythagoras: The number 3 is called Triad, is the first figure and represent God, and is the union of the Monad and Duad.

Kabbalah: Is called Binah, is the female energy from all life becomes manifest, is the first Three Sephiroth, is the Godhead, is creative, the supreme expresion of Love.

𐐪𐑂 Number 4

Key words: Limitation, Order, Service

Balance energy:Constant, Firm, Practical, Tireless

Overbalance energy: Dogmatic, Intolerant, Rigid, Unimaginative

Underbalance energy: Disorganized, Lazy, Unadaptable, Unfocused

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of Uranus, is considered related to the Sun (number 1) and in occultism is written as 4-1. They are good at taking differents views, they are rebels, they get along with numbers 1, 2, 7 and 8.

Pythagoras: Called Tetrad, represent the beginning of form, the generative power from which all combinations are derived, the root of everything that can be named., the "right and left" for when you are standing.

Kabbalah: Is the first Sephira, called Chesed or Mercy, ilustrate the Law "As above, So Below", is the beginning of manifestation.

𐐪𐑂 Number 5

Key words: Constructive, Freedom

Balance energy: Clever, Free-thinking, Independent, Up-to-date

Overbalance energy: Capricious, Impatient, Regretful, Unreliable

Underbalance energy: Apathetic, Fear of freedom, Old-fashioned, Passionless

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of Mercury, is a versatil people, they make friend easly, they are mentally high strung, they are quick in taking decisions and impulsive in their actions, they get along with all the numbers.

Pythagoras: Called Pentad, represent equilibrium, is the exact middle of 1 to 10, is the Demi-Goddess because is half 10, is the number of the Sage (14/5), is the number of nature, because above the four elements (fire, air, earth and water) is the fifth and celetial Element of Ether.

Kabbalah: Is the fifth Sephira, called Geburah or Severity, it means strength, Geburah is the distroyer (eliminates what is no longer useful).

𐐪𐑂 Number 6

Key words: Balance, Responsability, Love

Balance energy: Affectionate, Cordial, Healing, Romantic

Overbalance energy: Bitter, Dependent, Melancholy, Possessive

Underbalance energy: Dishonest, ill-nature, non-committal, Unloving

Vedic numerology: Symbolism Venus, they are magnetic, they are loved, they are very determined in carrying their plans, their are obstinade, they get along with number 3 and 9, but they can also get along with almost all of the number

Pythagoras: Called Hexad, "the perfection of parts" and "Venus, herself", was the source of Harmony (Venus is the mother of harmony).

Kabbalah: Called Tiphereth the six Sephira, which is beauty and mildness, it's located at the center of the tree of Life, and is where we first feel grat joy or sorrow.

[manchicasanchez]

This duo has a healthy friendship, but...

Analyzing these familiar films of my country (Spain), I've found that the friendship between these two fictional characters (Tad and Mummy), has some questionable aspects. Let's begin:

1 - Mummy tries his best to be by his best friend's side. However, he tends to be overly annoying, which leads to Tad getting angry, which is not surprising...

2 - The Inca has serious flaws. He's selfish, capricious, immature, and narcissistic. This is especially evident in the third part, where he constantly annoys Tadeo even though all he wants is to save him from the curse.

3 - Part three could have been an opportunity for the mummy to learn from his mistakes and grow up. But instead, they make it seem like Tad is the one who's wrong in the conflict. I mean, the guy the protagonist wants to help thinks about nothing but having fun, spends all his time being carefree, and then gets upset when people blame him for the problems he's caused (which is reasonable). Is someone like that really the victim of the problem?*

* To help you understand this, in the movie "The Emperor's New Groove," Kuzco starts out as a selfish and self-centered prince who annoys his friend Pacha in the peasant's attempts to make him become human again. But throughout the adventure, Kuzco evolves and matures, realizing that being so narcissistic will only bring him loneliness. And that's how he finally changes and learns from his mistakes.

4 - If the latter had been present in Tad's conflict with his best friend, the film would have been satisfying. However, in the end, the character learns nothing, and in this case, Tad is the one who learns to be more respectful of his friend... Looking at it this way, the latter makes no sense at all. And I know the filming is a comedy, but things get even worse when Mummy claims to consider his best friend a plastic toy he carried on the entire trip before Tad, who was the person who saved him... Lol 😂

5 - Tad's only flaw is that he trusts his best friend too much, despite his immature nature, allowing him to use his credit card and other things like letting him stay at the museum or destroying a painting in the Louvre. He's like the typical father who indulges his spoiled child in everything he asks for. If he weren't like that and scolded Mummy more often when he makes a serious mistake, it would surely have taught him right from wrong.

6 - This content shouldn't be analyzed too seriously because it only seeks to entertain children and doesn't take itself seriously. The duo's friendship is healthy, unlike other children's duos out there, and it clearly conveys the simple message of friendship. But it wouldn't hurt if the conflicts between them were resolved through an act of maturity and character development.

7 - If we view the third film from a family perspective, children will understand that no matter how naughty they are, there's no need to accept the consequences, since they're always right. And parents will think that maybe they shouldn't be so close to their children or scold them when they've done something wrong. This parallel may be just my own idea, but it seems as if the writers were trying to scream that through the characters (Mummy was punished more for what he did in the Tad shorts, while in the most recent film, he was too victimized when he did a very serious mistake).

8 - Obviously, the protagonist's best friend is saddled with the role of comic relief. And of course, they're trying to give him a goofy personality, someone who doesn't take anything seriously. But he occupies an almost antagonistic role. And giving him a personality like that tires the viewer out too much.*

* This isn't a spoiler because the information has already been published, but it seems that in the next movie about this, the mummy will be the main cause of the problem (again). And knowing the way they direct it, I bet they'll make him a victim despite his mistakes, and Tad will be the bad guy who has to learn about be nice with his bestie... 💀

Conclusion: The friendship between these two characters is good. But I feel it could be improved in some ways.

Anyway... This is only my opinion. But what do you think about it? Who do you think is in the right side? Do you like the interaction of this two? Let me know in the comments 😎

[newkatzkafe2023]

I was wondering: what would happen if the reader were a non-legitimate celestial princess and lived in heaven. Under the protection of her father, The Vermilion King of the South.

And then, when Wukong invades the celestial kingdom, he meets her, and she is very kind and respectful of her title as king. She doesn't make fun like the others, she offers him drinks and food very politely and they talk a lot.

And after all the drama, after defeating the army of 1,000 warriors, she will eat all the peaches of immortality and alcohol.

She decides to kidnap her and make her her legitimate wife, and then, she casually arrives where her dear friend and brother swears by her Macaque and tells him.

"Guess what, I have a wife!"

And Macaque type "What?..."

Mac would be surprised, he had seen Wukong conquer kingdoms, dethrone kings and humiliate celestials.

He has witnessed his anger and his bloodthirsty way of fighting, but he has never seen him interested in romance.

He was not the type to seek seduction or fall into those worldly pleasures.

He guessed that this girl must have something special, like a cute and adorable pet.

I imagine Mac being dismissive of her for some reason he doesn't know about beyond being "human."

He admits that her appearance is unique, but he still couldn't understand her brother.

But he remembered that he was the Monkey King and he did what he wanted but still

Wukong is more special, because he is not the Wukong from the journey to the west.

He is the self-centered and selfish Wukong who had everyone afraid, so he imposes himself on the reader.

And he doesn't care about the Macaque option either.

"Why is she here?"

"Because I wanted to make her my Queen."

"Because?"

"Because I am the King, do you have any problems brother?"

"No. . "

Reader is more than confused, she only knew that she was kind to the unruly Monkey King, then there was chaos.

And she ended up in a beautiful mountain of flowers and fruits, and although she is a point for beauty

He doesn't take away the fact that she is kidnapped in a nutshell.

They treat her well, her monkey subjects welcomed her with enthusiasm, crowning hers as such. However, Jian demands explanations and naively believes that it is just a joke and that Monkey King will return her to heaven but...:

"Come back? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, thank you. You can't come back"

"What!? Why not!?"

"Because you are my queen and my wife and your place is here by my side"

"But My Lord" here reader resorts to flattery and submission without success "I am grateful and honored, but my place is not here, I have a task and title assigned and..."

But the monkey does not let her finish, with a haughty and capricious attitude, Wukong downplays the importance of the words.

"Enough chattering! I said no..." the monkey says authoritatively before his new submissive wife.

Reader tenses up and looks down, the monkey just sighs in annoyance and approaches her.

"Look, I'll make it this easy for you so you can understand me, you have two options; Either make this pleasurable for both of us... Or I will destroy you like everyone else who dares to impose themselves on me, say cherry, no matter how captivating and sweet be you"

reader feels a chill

Ok Wow as great as it is to get Out of the celestial realm and away from their boring ass rules, Being sun wukong wife Doesn't sound like it's also a good option either.

First of all, he brought you away from your home like a object then a love interest Because you know kidnapping and breaking and entering and all that. It's flattering that somebody wants you to be their wife Queen by so much context was taken out of that and now you're confused And getting concerned. There are like millions of powerful and beautiful females for him,to Marry and a bunch of nobles who would bring more benefit. Yet He decided to choose you, And He has the nerve to threaten you when you clearly don't understand on what He wants with you of all people, you could play into his whole Being a humble Submissive wife and stuff because that's how you were raised and have displayed on your first meeting. But it's still a scary situation.

I don't blame Macaque for being majorly confused because he thought his brother only knew violence and destruction and death.

The nuclear Option is to just drop off the face of the earth and hope he don't find you because we know he's going to Level neighborhoods and villages trying to find you. (Don't follow my advice)

(Author's note) Sorry but I have no idea how to answer this. Can you try give an easier question but This is the best answer I can give you After looking it over that is.😥😥😥😥😥😥😥😥😥

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[theallianceofcelestials]

DO YOU LIKE THE ECLIPSE X SOLAR FLARE PAIRING?!I thought there were only five of us and three of them were my multi-accounts lol /Silly

The vast majority only write those two as father and son, or sometimes brothers, which I understand perfectly but aha, if the context of the AU changes and one of them doesn't create the other, what's wrong with there being stories with them as couples?!

In the general aspect Eclipse gives all the vibes of being a capricious and self-centered princess while Solar Flare could very well be his stoic and serious knight who keeps his protected but also "controlled" so that he doesn't make the worst decisions guided by his bad temper, all while they have a relationship where Eclipse considers himself to be the one in charge without realizing that Flare knows him so well that he will always know what to say so that the other appeases his anger~

We both like the ship actually

We have a Rain World AU, where Solar Flare and Eclipse officially get together, but Witching Hours may also have a sweet romance between them

As I said in a previous ask when we were asked what ships we enjoyed, for me it depends on the context and the potential pre-existing relationship of the characters. If they don't have familial relationships and there's no weird age gap then if it's got potential I may enjoy the ship

I headcanon Eclipse and Solar Flare as soulmates, which Sunray does say shines through in SEA where they're a familial soulmate pair

But in WH, which doesn't have that familial bond I can have my fun with them

[queen-monella]

I'm the Wicked Witch you feared when you were little. The cruel, sadistic, vengeful, self-centered woman you should stay away from. I am toxic, capricious, narcissistic and without morals. I can bewitch you with my spell and there will be no hope for you anymore.

[slow-burn-sally]

My Favorite Characters with ADHD

Again, these are only my opinions.

Jeremy - The Secret Of NIMH. Come on. Look at him. He is a combined-type ADHD boy if ever there was one. Distracted, clumsy, impulsive, I bet the writers either had ADHD, knew someone who had ADHD, or had a child with ADHD.

2. Newton Geiszler - Pacific Rim.

Also impulsive as fuck, a class clown, obnoxious, yet obnoxiously smart, and somehow still charming as fuck. He reads very ADHD to me. BB. Forgive me for using the meme gif. It's just so good.

3. Rose Nylund - The Golden Girls

Who doesn't love Rose? She's friendly, sweet, fun, creative, horny, and hilarious. She also can't remember anything for more than five minutes, and is the human equivalent of a small, cute dog who bumps into things a lot by accident. I love you Rose. Long live Betty White.

4. Sherlock Holmes (The Jeremy Brett Granada-Holmes).

I actually think Holmes may have had both ADHD and Autism, but really, Brett's Holmes is bombastic, impulsive (seeing a trend), able to hyperfocus at the speed of light. Overshares, blows up friendships. Cannot keep a clean flat. Hyper as all get out. Think about it.

5. Nadja of Antipaxos - What We Do In The Shadows

She's a hot mess. Distracted, forgetful, intensely interested in some things, and cannot be bothered to give a flying fuck about other things. Out of sight, out of mind. She's probably also AuDHD actually, but for the purposes of this list, I will draw your attention to her many impulsive and rash decisions surrounding her emotions, and her over the top RSD. She's so beautiful, help.

6. Jonathan Strange - Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell.

Oh my god such an ADHD boy! He cannot sit still, and he has no patience for rules or regulations. He's self centered, impulsive (hello!), running off on the King's Roads, and drinking mouse juice to make himself go mad on purpose. Failing at four careers before finally becoming a magician by absolute accident. I love you Johnty. Never change.

7. Cornelius Hickey (or whatever his real name is) - The Terror.

He's impulsive (aye-oh!), makes sudden, rash decisions, is prone to flashes of anger, has off the charts RSD, and though he manages to hyperfocus on sabotaging the expedition for his own needs, he still makes a lot of careless mistakes and fucks it up royally. Too bad one of his hyper-focuses wasn't "learning about ships". I love you Hickey, you adorable bastard. How is his hair always so good?

8. Back to JS&MN for Christopher Drawlight.

Christopher Drawlight cannot sit still to save his life. He's always being charming, chatting people up, and making social connections, both real and fabricated by himself. Only sometimes, he loses track of which lies he's told, and to whom, which gets him in a lot of trouble. His hyperfocus is social status, and he can't let it go, even at the bitter end. He's really one of my favorite characters, even if he is a horrible person. This goes for both book and show Drawlight, by the way. Both top notch. Both ADHD as fuck.

9. Dory - Finding Nemo.

I mean... do I have to say anything else? I don't think I do. I love Dory so much. I relate so, so much. Inattentive ADHD Fish Sister.

10. All versions of Doctor Who, but Tenant is becoming iconic, and I love him, so let's go with number 10!

Just an all around hyperactive ADHD guy. Fun, creative, adventurous, risk taker, IMPULSIVE (it doesn't end). But really, all Doctor Whos feel ADHD to me. There's something capricious and clumsy and dreamy and jumpy about all of them.

[anoteofcalcium]

Someone get this poor frog boy transferred to Naranja / Uva and away from the overly competitive nature of Blueberry Academy please-

>HC "'"Elaboration'"" and minor spoilers (for Kieran's Indigo Disk Team, mostly, but some plot points) below;

*And for Christ's sake give him his furret back GameFreak!!

*Unrelated, but does anyone else find Kieran's team going from Poliwrath -> Politoed to be adorable? Like, First big team has Poliwrath - a not quite full frog - and Second definitive team has full froggy Politoad?? Love that Kieran is not only designed frog-like, but gets emphasized with them, A+ character design choices, very *chef's kiss* 🤌🤌

*Anyway so...

• "<player> has everything I've ever wanted!...She’s/He’s got strong Pokémon! She/He can go anywhere she/he wants, and she/he can be friends with anyone!...I loved Ogerpon since forever ago! But even Ogerpon chose her/him over me!...Even YOU, Sis! You were being all nasty toward her/him at first, but then boom! You were like best friends in no time

...The kid obviously has insecurity issues strengthened by an abrasive relationship with his sister, minimal positive outlets to let himself flourish in a healthier way, and an inferiority complex he falsely believes strength will compensate for,, like, a school (Blueberry) whose main (whole? tbh) shtick is to make their trainers good at battling and centers the majority of its social AND curricular (that the player as an exchange student can observe, anyway) interactions around competitive Pokémon battles is NOT helping to do anything but strengthen any unhealthy thoughts and feelings about such concepts he has

•Note: when confronted with the reality that he's not as strong as he *perceives* he should be / earned the right to be (i.e. player beats him despite him being the "top" trainer at Blueberry), the cognitive dissonance it creates sends him into a panic attack....and the Blueberry kids just. scoff?? Immediately throw out their favor?? Very healthy mindsets and social hierarchy at Blueberry Academy, perfectly conducive to friendly and healthy competition, clearly (/sarcasm)

•Compare it to the variety of tracks of Naranja / Uva (2 of which - STEM and Humanities - have nothing to do with battling) and the Treasure Hunt, which encourages *independent* study into a variety of topics: i.e., allowing one to explore and experience a variety of things of personal interest in order to learn about one's self at one's own pace, bound by nothing but their own personalized limits...can you imagine how much that atmosphere would improve and expand Kieran's mental framework and ideas?? He can get everything he his desire "to be like [player] so, so badly" emphasized in his quote above - Strong Pokemon, going anywhere [he] wants, being friends with anyone (Carmine included)...and probably whatever attracted Ogerpon, for that matter - by being like the player and going to the Academy that the game emphasizes as being what gave the player opportunity and experience to have BECOME what Kieran admires / envies.

•Also, him transfering would give him some freedom / independence from Carmine - and nothing against her (...much), but I genuinely think Kieran would benefit a lot in an environment where he didn't have (to be forced) to rely on and compare himself to his sister's ideals and prowess...which Kieran very much mimics and absorbs when "stronger"...not a coincidence - they're seem pretty co-dependent in the Teal Mask at times, if not have a very neglect / enable type feedback aspect to their relationship. BUT that's a story for another post never

*Sprigatito would be Kieran's starter choice (or more like it would choose him, tbh) - and not just because it makes sense in my cannon (i.e. Florian w/ Quaxly, Juliana w/ Fuecoco) lol; sprigatitio is legitimately perfect for him:

•It desires attention and companionship, to the point it's first description was how it's, "capricious and attention-seeking, and it tends to sulk if ignored by people" and the trait continues all the way throughout it's evolution (/i.e. growth "phases"), with Meowscarada being described as, "sensitive and prone to jealousy. It can often be very attached to its Trainer, and it will become upset if its Trainer gives attention to other Pokémon". Sounds like Kieran towards both the player and Ogerpon, lol (Kieran: . Somewhat unrelated, but Florgato's being the edgy teenager (as Carmine referred to Kieran's "mood swings") phase of Sprigatito's line involved it's *mood* effecting its "edge" / "hardness" ...of it's fur, but still - Kierans a "moody teen", right? Anyway, imagine Kieran with a Pokémon that would be as obsessed with him as he was with Ogerpon, lol (/jk)

•It's a grass type, which tend to suit Kieran, and he seems to have an affinity for (Ogerpon, Dipplin line, Shiftry, etc.). It developing a dark type as it evolves reflects Kieran's arc - it's final evolution is also both MASKED (reflecting Ogerpan hyperfixation and Kieran's family's history), and Jester / Mardi Gras themed, which goes along with the festival theme Kieran exhibited during the Teal Mask DLC ( like with his Dipplin). Both Kieran and Meowscarada have those cute droopy eyes too, which is a fun design element to connect the too, if nothing else, lol

•Getting further out with the idea, though: It's lines shiny is, fubckin' oURPLE!! Purple cat for the ourple boy, thank you,, (and how shiny!Meowscarada has a purple cuff and an invisible "leash" [its flower bud] around its neck is vaguely similar to the purple chain of the Loyal three...okay I'm really reaching now but still. teehee... ). Hey, anyone notice how purple is a complementary color for yellow, which happens to be Kieran's eye and main acccesory (headband / bag) color and -- I'm going anywhere with this, I just think its neat 👍

•Honestly just replace his current cat (Incineroar) with Meowscarada - Incineroar suits Carmine a lot better imo...which is why it's my theory it's on his final team, but that's. Also a different post I'll probably never make :^)

•Like, I get why they wouldn't have given Kieran a Paldaen starter for his team (for a variety of reasons, honestly), but,, Think about it •Sprigatito using its kneading on Kieran's (fluffy, sowwy ponytail!Kieran fans) hair for impromptu aromatherapy would probably be good for this kids anxiety tbh

*IMAGINE Kieran picking up mask-making in Hassel's art class - IMAGINE the positive energy and outlet art (not battling) and a professor like Hassel would provide this kid!!

TL;DR: DLC where Kieran transfers to Naranja / Uva Academy when GameFreak.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. The more you know 🌈

[oldxport]

𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑖. 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖. (𝑑𝑖𝑠)𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

[tw: references to religion, christianity]

Nothing  is  truly  archived  in  its  pristine,  maiden  state  —  photos  age,  digital  files  corrupt,  and  atom  links  corrode  one  by  one.  Painstakingly  crafted  monuments  oxidize,  the  Great  Pyramids  crumble  by  the  second,  and  the  stars  go  out. —  The  constant  of  life  is  the  beating  shore,  the  waves.  Movement,  change.  Erosion  chases    heels  like  a  mad  dog.

Even  the  mind  is  subjected.

Memory  is  the  basis  of  evolution.  How  can  one  prepare  for  a  future  if  one  does  not  remember  past  paths,  leading  to  pitfalls?  The  information  must  be  stored  to  be  retrieved  and  safely  kept  to  progress.  Hail,  progress.  The  human  brain  is  marvelous  for  processing  data  through  the  senses  and  parsing  time-space-now-then-will.

The  permanence  of  anamnesis  relies  on  factors  that  are  opposingly  conscious  yet  automatic.  Current  scientific  theories  propose  two  leading  families  of  individual  human  recollection:  the  declarative,  explicit  memory  and  the  non-declarative,  implicit  memory.  The  explicit  centers  on  the  “self,”  it  is  autobiographical,  semantic,  and  episodic,  the  epitome  of  what  humankind  thinks  memory  is.

They  merely  see  the  surface  and  guess  the  depths.

The  implicit  are  those  without  focused  consciousness,  background  tasks  in  procedural  memories,  and  subliminal  stimuli  in  priming.  The  human  mind  is  fascinatingly  efficient  and  set  on  learning.  Intake,  inhale,  install…  However,  reminiscence  is  not  a  science.  It  is  an  evocation  of  the  heart,  and  it  is  damn  awful  at  it.

To  light  the  synapse,  a  capricious  impact  has  to  stir  the  heart.  Humans  are  no  longer  concentrating  creatures  on  their  own  accord.  Intensity,  disbelief,  or  abnormality  of  circumstances  is  vital  to  categorize  memory  as  a  “notable  incident”  and  prevent  it  from  falling  through  the  cerebral  grates  and  being  discarded  as  peripheral  tedium.

The  other  way  to  preserve  time  is  to  conduct  it  as  a  ritual.  Opposite  of  the  singular  moment,  the  ritual  is  a  compilation.  By  diminishing  the  individual  days,  it  proposes  a  trade-off  to  stabilize  and  further  a  construct,  a  pattern  of  action  that  organizes  time  with  space.  It  is  mismatched  socks  worn  together  as  a  distinct  statement,  no  accident.  The  repetition  fights  off  modern  cynicism’s  iconoclastic  war  drum.

The  last  way  to  keep  recollection  is  through  auto-annihilation.  To  scar  the  inside  of  the  mind  so  thoroughly,  the  brain  cannot  overwrite  the  data.  Touch  upon  it  repeatedly;  the  echoing  sting  disembodied  of  the  time  of  the  strike.

Yet,  despite  all  of  the  methods  to  keep  vigilance  of  memory,  the  first  statement  holds.  The  lens  of  retrospection  is  smudged;  what  is  necessary  for  the  ability  to  remember  is  intrinsically  flawed  by  natural  design.  To  call  upon  memory  is  a  return  to  bear  witness  to  a  crime  scene,  and  in  its  autopsy,  the  testimony  is  never  black  and  white.  It  is  the  sentiment  branded  on  top,  warped  and  curling.

What  is  said  is  what  is  thought  to  have  been  said. REMEMBER THIS.

The  past  is  a  burn  that  lingers  but  weakens  as  the  mind  digs  through  its  kindling.  By  order  of  this  world,  memory  is  no  different  than  a  star  lightyears  away,  its  beam  dimming.  It  is  meant  to  fade.

It’s  more  than  alright  to  bask  in  the  glowing  embers  of  a  dying  planet.

Therefore,  there  is  no  reason  to  fear  un-memory.  It  is  part  of  the  forgetfulness  curve.  The  waves.  In  every  crest,  there  is  a  trough.  A  soar  ends  with  a  land.  Why  look  for  a  map  for  a  place  you  do  not  know  anymore?

A  day  lost  a  week  gone,  are  not  causes  for  alarm.  Recall  last  Tuesday  at  7:23  A.M.  Asleep,  maybe.   A  “normal”  day  is  liquid  glugging  into  the  drain.

A  man  closes  the  faucet  and  helps  himself  to  a  cup  of  water.  It  is  partly icy.  The  pipes  are  directly  pumped  from  a  frigid  spring  in  the  ███████  Mountains.  He  hopes  to  rediscover  it  again  tomorrow,  along  with  his  name.

It  is  OLD SPORT.

He  is  uncomplex  like  a  line,  that  one.  Point  A  to  B,  straight.  At  the  end  of  their  ride,  he  tells  Mr. Kato  that  he  had  no  idea  what  they  talked  about  but  wishes  the  befuddled  captain  a  good  day.  Arrives  on  the  premises,  books  a  photography  appointment  when  he’s  told  about  the  temporary  keycard  and  spreads  out  his  arms,  a  wingspan  similar  to  that  of  a  large  Pandion  or  a  smaller  Aquila,  when  security  pats  down  his  charcoal  blue  but  otherwise  nondescript  two-piece  suit.

He  enters  the  second  floor.  The  timing  couldn’t  be  more  appropriate  since  this  is  the  first  time  Old  Sport  is  not  the  first  operative  on  the  scene.  He  is  second,  the  numbering  graphically  explicit,  as  he  is  greeted  by  a  man’s  figure  at  the  end  of  the  hallway.  The  vow  Old  Sport  made  a  long  time  ago  somehow  pierces  through  the  fog’s  veil  and  shines  brighter  than  the  fluorescent  lights  overhead.  As  asked  by  the  Foundation,  he  will  devote  himself  to  it.  It’s  the  sense  of  duty,  an  ingrained  reflex  responding  to  the  new  task.

Or  is  it  the  man  behind  the  glass,  a  familiar  stranger,  who  sparked  the  guiding  beacon?  Summoned  that  lost  purpose?

If  it  was  indeed  lost.

With  or  without  amnestics,  the  mind  is  conditioned  to  adapt  to  the  unknown  or  press  on  while  in  denial.  Both  march  forward,  boots  thumping  untrodden  ground.  A  fool  smiles,  walking  into  a  place  he  does  not  know,  and  reaches  out.

Operative  —  correction:  Commander  Tiul-Xol’s  handshake  is  double-handed.  Old  Sport’s  hand  is  clasped  on  each  side, embraced.  The  Commander’s  hello  is  warm,  raining  years  of  comradery  on  the  former  agent.  Old  Sport  notices  the  disparity;  his  twenty  and  even  so  years  of  experience  is  not  up  to  par  with  this  man,  who  has  shared  bread  and  shed  blood  for  his  compatriots,  saving  the  world  from  ending  over  and  over. A fraternized secret pact to go into the dark together. How apropos that it  is  together  how  constellations  chart  the  night  sky.  Together,  together.  —  The  tender  first  fruit  who’d  break  his  own  heart  and  let  others  feast  on  its  fragments. OH, YOU ARE NOTHING.

… 

Even  a  ‘hi’  or  a  ‘good  morning’  would  do,  but  this  is  to  be  expected.

A  simple  salutation  struggles  to  form.  Like  a  dumb  little  newbie,  Old  Sport  opens  and  then  closes  his  lips.  There  is  overthinking  on  the  length  of  a  “hi,”  or  if  “hey”  is  too  casual  for  an  official  first-time  shared  assignment,  or  if  a  “Hello,  Sir,”  would  be  dismissively  professional  of  the  various  times  he  and  the  other  man  have  cursorily  orbited  one  another.  All  the  while,  the  Commander  blinks  at  him,  every  dark  batting  lash  sweeping  up  something  torrid  within  Old  Sport  than  the  tranquil  knowledge  that  the  Foundation  might  have  had  a  deliberate  hand  in  macerating  his  past.

He’s  buckling,  god,  the  crook  of  his  spine,  all  but  kowtowing.

That  is  what  happens  to  those  who  creep out  of  the  underground.  They  cannot  bear  the  light  head-on.  He’s  punched  his  ticket  into  the  Sublime,  and  the  clarity  of  his  ineptness  burns  him  up  under  its  magnifying  scope.

Thankfully,  the  Commander  laughs  and  claps  his  hands  around  Old  Sport’s.

“ It’s  good  to  see  you.  I’m  glad  the  Committee  took  my  recommendation  into  account. ”

“ Thank  you. ”

And  then  the  interaction  is  over.  Old  Sport  sits  down,  choosing  the  chair  close  to  the  door.  His  eyes,  which  have  never  strayed  from  his  clasped  hands  on  his  lap,  slowly  trace  the  curved  contour  of  the  table.  The  stare  stops  on  a  pair  of  worn  combat  boots,  no  polished  dress  shoes.

Their  owner’s  face  is  creased,  loose  with  tiredness,  and  open,  vulnerable  like  a  split  pomegranate.  Old  Sport  doesn’t  know  if  he’s  authorized  to  be  a  witness.  A  yawn  scrunches  the  center  of  the  Commander’s  face,  prominent  on  his  heavy  brows  and  strong-bridged  nose.  He  wipes  at  his  eyes,  and  as  Old  Sport  begins  to  rise  to  action,  the  Commander  waves  it  off.

But  no,  that  won’t  do.  Old  Sport  searches  the  inner  pocket  of  his  suit  jacket,  preparing  a  remedy  in  advance  as  always.  It’s  to  be  another  score  on  his  perfect  record;  he  digs  through  the  void  and  discovers  nothing  there.  He  has  forgotten  his  handkerchief.  The  chill  from  the  water,  now  swirling  inside  him,  permeates  throughout  his  system  at  this  small  but  surprisingly  heavy  failure.

Do  not  fear  un-memory.  Surf  on  the  forgetfulness  curve.  Shoot  the  tube.

Someone  else  enters  before  he  can  request  his  leave  to  fetch  the  Commander  a  tissue.  Therefore,  Old  Sport  stays  put  and  assembles  his  belongings  from  his  briefcase.  It  is  one  thing  to  watch  a  man  be  unguarded,  another  to  signal  others  to  look.  While  Old  Sport  cannot  help  the  man,  he  can  at  least  sanctify  the  Commander’s  authority.  The  room  fills  up.  Old  Sport’s  thoughts  wander  to  the  First  Disciple.

It  is  not  Peter.  It  is  Andrew.

Befitting.  Nobody  remembers  Andrew.

It  doesn’t  take  very  long  for  introductions  to  go  around  the  table.  Throughout  it  all,  Old  Sport  barely  stirs.  He  smiles  through  it,  raising  a  brow  at  Dying  Breed’s  self-appointed  break,  but  overall,  it  has  been  an  illuminating  experience.  The  Decommissioning  Department  and  MTF  Iota-10  have  never  held  formal  team  introductions.  A  matter  of  size,  schedule,  and  if  the  rumors  were  correct,  egos  made  this  an  impossible  undertaking  by  the  Fire  Suppression  Department.  This  is  Old  Sport’s  first  time,  and  finally,  his  chance  arrives.  Old  Sport  grins,  stands  up,  and  bows  as  the  focus  swings  to  him  at  the  end  of  the  table.

“ Hello  and  good  morning,  everyone.  Regardless  of  whether  or  not  this  is  the  first  time  we  are  meeting,  I  would  request  that  you  all  please  refer  to  me  by  the  appointed  codename-slash-callsign,  'Old  Sport,'  as  it  is  one  of  the  precepts  of  Chi-Zero-Zero. ”  He  says,  righting  himself  back  up.

“ As  everyone  else  has  shared  some  personal  information  and  or  humorous  anecdotes,  I  will  also  release  useful  background  facts  about  myself.  I  have  been  with  the  Foundation  for  twenty-four  years.  Previously,  I  was  a  member  of  the  Decommissioning  Department,  as  well  as  the  Mobile  Task  Force,  Iota-10,  known  as  the  ‘Damn  Feds,’  officially  and  unofficially. ”  Old  Sport  figures  disclosing  his  experience  would  be  helpful  to  the  junior  members  of  Themis.  Now,  the  mind  whirrs  for  the  next  move.

“ I  have  a  multitude  of  hobbies  and  like  various  things.  Additionally,  I  have  very  few  dislikes.  I  look  forward  to  working  with  everyone  until  the  very  end  of  this  assignment  or  until  reassignments.  Thank  you. ”

He  sits  down,  pleased  to  have  hit  all  the  notes  he  practiced  in  the  shower.  As  he  is  the  closing  act,  Old  Sport  decides  to  utilize  the  chaos  of  a  post-meeting  exit  rush  to  speak  with  the  Commander.  In  some  parts,  it  is  to  repent  the  previous,  unsubstantiated  “mission  failure.”  In  others…  esoterica,  meaningless  to  everyone.  Rather  than  calling  the  Commander  over,  Old  Sport  spots  his  window  of  opportunity,  gleaming  and  wiped  clean,  and  moves.  Forward,  forward.

Catching  Smooth  Operator’s  attention,  Old  Sport  slides  his  arm  frontward  to  initiate  a  handshake  —  snatching  the  other  man  with  a  two-handed  clap.  It  is  a  mirror  of  the  past,  a  reflection  of  Smooth  Operator’s  candid  warmth.

Imitation,  flattery.  Prayer.

Albeit  enveloping  the  Commander’s  hands  with  longer  digits,  Old  Sport  swings  their  hands  up  and  down,  body  saying  what  he  couldn’t  before.  Hello,  hello.  He  won’t  waste  his  time  now.  “ Commander,  it  has  been  nice  to  see  you  again.  It’s  been  two  years,  eight  months,  and  to  my  knowledge,  three  days, ”  Old  Sport  muses  and  tilts  his  head.  Pauses.  Tests  out  the  words  sans  shower.  “ It is an honor  to have been selected. I will be  dedicated  to  serving  you,  on  and  off  the  field. ”

Old Sport  leans  forward,  stamping a  grave  promise in the air  between  their  intertwined  limbs. Each word is pressed in like a personal cinnabarite seal.  “ Upholding  the  parameters  of  this  assignment  is  my  highest  priority.  Therefore... However,  whenever  you  need,  my  body  is  yours  to  command. ” 

He’s  felt  this  way  for  every  job  given  to  him  by  the  Foundation.  The  corporeal  is  nothing  without  purpose.  If  his  back  breaks,  it’ll  be  with  pride  at  fulfilling  something  grander  than  a  single  skeletal  remnant.

“ I  do  not  know  if  you  have  accessed  my  personnel  files  yet,  Commander,  but  I  will  strive  for  nothing  but  success  to  the  best  of  my  ability.  I  will  fill  any  position  you  require  of  me  without  complaint.  I  have  been  told  I  am  quote,  ‘accommodatingly  versatile,’  and,  ‘surprisingly  flexible,’  end  quote. ” 

As  he  is  saying  them,  no  boastful  flourish  curlicues  the  para-phrases.  Such  comments  never  particularly  mattered  to  Old  Sport.  However,  to  recompense  the  earlier  mistake,  he’ll  assure  Smooth  Operator  that  it  was  a  fluke; he has  verifiable testimonials.

Old  Sport  smiles  and  leans  in  again,  unaware  of  the  lack  of  privacy  in  a  crowded  conference  room.  He  closes  with,  “ I  fondly  anticipate  working  out  the  details  of  this  arrangement  after  introductions  and  the  facility  tour.  I’d  like  your  pager  number  to  find  a  suitable  time  and  place. ”  There  is  a  soft  squeeze  between  their  hands  after  one  last  downswing.

Finally,  the  lattice  breaks.  Old  Sport  concludes  with  a  nod  and  returns  to  his  spot.  He  picks  up  his  briefcase.  As  asked  by  the  Foundation,  he  will  devote  himself  to  it.  It’s  the  sense  of  duty,  an  ingrained  reflex  responding  to  the  new  task.  Support  the  MTF  Commander  at  all  costs.  Forget  your  record.  It  means  nothing.  You  are  nothing.  Support  the  MTF  Commander  at  all  costs.  Nod,  if  you  understand,  In-su. The scales ...

A Valuable Employee  does  not  think  of  themselves  as  individuals  but  as  a unit  member.  The  workplace  is  family.  The  company  is  covenant.

Nobody  remembers  Andrew.

Old  Sport  nods  and  wonders  where  he  left  his  handkerchief.

[candelabianchi]

BASICS

NAME: Candela Bianchi

NICKNAME: Cande

GENDER, PRONOUNS AND SEXUALITY: Cisfemale. She/Her. Bisexual

AGE / DOB: Thirty Two. 08/05/1992

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NY

JOB POSITION: Socialite & Political Heiress

EDUCATION: Bachelor in Political Science & Philosophy, Columbia University

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

POSITIVE TRAITS: Magnetic, Strategic, Perceptive, Resourceful, Unflinching, Ambitious

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Superficial, Manipulative, Elusive, Capricious, Sadistic, Cruel, Competitive

LANGUAGES: Spanish, Italian, English, French, German, Russian, Portuguese, Latin, Arabic

HEIGHT: 5’4

HAIR COLOR: Platinum Blonde

EYE COLOR: Blue

ABOUT

Born into a dynasty. The only child of the current NYC’s governor — Her father emigrated from Argentina to the U.S. in his teens, early on, he worked menial jobs, but he was ambitious and brilliant at maneuvering through systems. He became a citizen fast, marrying into a powerful family to accelerate the process and using political connections. He kept a low profile for years, building a reputation through law, activism, and local government. He played the “American Dream” perfectly; the story of a determined immigrant who loves his new country and wants to “clean up the city that gave him everything.”

Candela was raised among polished mahogany tables, security escorts, and press-ready smiles. Her life was curated from day one: ballet at Lincoln Center, Spence prep school, summers in the Hamptons, acceptance into Columbia “on merit,” and red carpet appearances by eighteen. But no amount of private school or luxury could mask what boiled underneath.

By her twenties, Candela had built a reputation as a headline-making wild child: clubbing until dawn, dating infamous heirs and washed-up rockstars, and landing on gossip blogs more often than her father’s political opponents. But behind the public meltdowns and champagne tantrums was a woman watching — listening — and slowly piecing together the rotted architecture of the world she was born into.

That turning point came a year ago when Candela uncovered the truth about her father’s ( former mayor ) political deals: covert partnerships with private militias, evidence suppression, and quietly sanctioned violence. She didn’t spiral. She adapted. She studied power in classrooms full of men who thought they owned it. Then she learned how to actually use it.

Enter Heath Morgan — A brief flame, but intense enough to burn her to ashes. They only dated for a month, the secret kind. It was fun…until they got someone killed. Correction, she killed somebody. Self-defense, as she tried to convince herself. Either way, they got rid of the body and the evidences, cutting off all contact after that. Or so she thought. Candela should have known better; she hadn't actually witnessed Heath getting rid of the Glock with her fingerprints on it.

Being blackmailed by him wasn’t on her bingo card. In past occasions she was the one doing the blackmailing, but she learned how to play along. She uses her family name and position to open doors, giving Heath intel on investigations, shady deals, upcoming moves from law enforcement.

She recently started to work as a Political Strategist. Working on the edges of government, she influences policy and political moves under the table. Has been accused in anonymous leaks of manufacturing scandals against her father’s political opponents — never proven.

Candela currently resides on the Upper East Side. She has two Scottish Fold cats and a White-Lipped Python snake and deeply loves her pets.

[cosmik-homo]

it's not that the- impearialistic, capricious, self centered nature of gallifrey and the cia and everything is particularly Underutilized or underemphasized in gallifrey the series in any way, it's just, that- like. it's a very, very good depiction of the way the internal politics of an empire are MILES removed from the reality of it's impact on the world. that's very very real. unfortunately i would like to See more of the ugly edges where they intersect with the rest of the universe and how they handle it like a stuck-up time traveling foreign superpower with a security obsession and psychic face-changing powers and robot dogs.

[w0efulboopsoul]

Kimagure: The Cursed Black Cat of Howa’ah

Kimagure drifts through Howa’ah’s icy tundras, her long, luxurious, onyx-black fur a stark contrast to the eternal snow, her Halloween green eyes sparkling with mischief and glee. Once a florist with a cruel streak, she spurned a white witch’s plea over a century ago, earning a curse that bound her soul to a feline form: "A black cat for a black heart, how fitting and fickle." Her telepathic voice—a remnant of her human self—whispers to those she trusts, but the curse erodes her mind, threatening to drown her in feral instinct. Caught between elegance and wildness, Kimagure roams Eryndara, her journey a cycle of fleeting bonds and jealous exile, softened by a late-blooming kindness she fears she can’t sustain. In Howa’ah, she crosses paths with Eirik, a scholar seeking her cure, and the Balladeers, whose songs stir her fading humanity.

Name: Kimagure (translates to "whim," "caprice," "Whimsy," or "fickleness")

Nature: Cursed humanoid transformed into a black cat

Origin: Howa’ah, the Frozen Kingdom of Eryndara

Cultural Role: A tragic figure of folklore; a whimsical wanderer wrestling with guilt, redemption, and the fading bloom of her humanity

Name and Meaning

Etymology: "Kimagure" reflects her capricious nature—her playful whims, impulsive jealousy, and the struggle of a soul teetering on the edge of oblivion. The white witch’s curse tied her name to her punishment, mocking her selfishness ("a black heart") while hinting at her potential for change ("how fitting and fickle").

Symbolic Weight: Her name mirrors her duality: a whimsical exterior veiling a heart wrestling with guilt, and a fickle feline instinct that pulls her from love. It’s both a brand of her past cruelty and a lens for her redemption, marking her fight to reclaim her human self from the curse’s grip.

Physical Description

Feline Form:

Size: Slightly larger than a typical housecat—about 2 ft (0.6 m) long from nose to tail, standing 1 ft (0.3 m) at the shoulder, weighing 15–20 lbs (6.8–9 kg).

Fur: Long, black as onyx, and luxurious, flowing in soft, wavy tendrils that echo her human hair. It catches Howa’ah’s pale light with a subtle sheen, thick enough to shield her from the cold, yet sophisticated, a floral remnant in feline grace.

Eyes: Halloween green—vivid and eerie, glowing like autumn leaves or emeralds under a harvest moon—sparkling with playful mischief and whimsy. Her slit pupils shift between glee and a haunting depth, reflecting the big, adorable green eyes of her past.

Build: Lean and sinewy, with a long, expressive tail (about 1.5 ft/0.45 m) that swishes with caprice or coils tightly in shame. Her retractable claws, sharp as thorns, gleam faintly, and her movements blend predatory elegance with a florist’s delicate touch.

Human Shadow: In moments of magical resonance—under Lunara’s light or near a Balladeer’s song—her shadow flickers into a slender woman with long, wavy black hair, snow-fair skin, big green eyes, and red lips, cradling phantom flowers, a ghostly bloom of her lost self.

Human Form (Pre-Curse):

Appearance: A striking florist with long, wavy black hair tumbling past her shoulders, framing snow-fair skin that glowed like Howa’ah’s frost. Her big, adorable green eyes sparkled with curiosity, though often narrowed in disdain, and her full, red lips curved into a smirk or a rare smile as she arranged Winterberries and PrimPine blossoms.

Build: Petite yet sturdy, her nimble hands crafted wreaths and bouquets, her presence a fleeting beauty marred by a cold heart in Howa’ah’s icy expanse.

Kimagure's History with Men and the Effects of Her Curse

Origin of the Curse

Human Past: Over a century ago, Kimagure was a cruel, self-centered human who scorned kindness. When a white witch, disguised as a beggar, asked for help, Kimagure callously rejected her. In retaliation, the witch cursed her, declaring, “A black cat for a black heart, how fitting and fickle.” Transformation: Kimagure was turned into a black cat with telepathic abilities, her voice fading as the curse eroded her humanity. The curse forces her to act on feline instincts—hissing, clawing, and attacking—when jealousy or anger surfaces, mocking her former selfishness.

Cycle of Attachment and Expulsion

Bonding with Men:

Drawn to human warmth, Kimagure uses her wit and telepathic charm to bond with male "owners," often developing romantic feelings. Her sophistication and elegance mask her inner turmoil.

Telepathic Intimacy: She forms deep, one-sided emotional connections through her telepathy, weaving herself into their lives as a companion and confidante. (She's usually stuck in the unrequited zone due to her curse.)

Trigger of Jealousy:

When her male companions bring other women into their homes, Kimagure’s curse overrides her control. She reacts with feral jealousy—hissing, growling, and attacking the perceived rivals.

Expulsion: Her outbursts lead to rejection. She is thrown out into the cold, left mewling and desperate, only to repeat the cycle elsewhere.

Self-Imposed Isolation:

After centuries of shame, Kimagure now flees homes preemptively when jealousy stirs, avoiding attachment altogether. She survives as a stray, scavenging scraps to evade the curse’s trigger.

Effects of the Curse

Loss of Humanity:

The curse progressively erodes her human mind, replacing it with primal feline instincts. Her telepathy weakens, threatening to silence her voice entirely.

Fading Identity: Moments of clarity remind her of her former self, deepening her sorrow and self-loathing.

Emotional Toll:

Loneliness vs. Fear: She craves connection but fears harming others or being abandoned. Her elegance masks a haunted, fractured soul.

Guilt and Redemption: After 60 years of defiance, she sought redemption, only to find the witch dead and her curse irreversible. Her late-blooming kindness is overshadowed by despair.

Symbolic Irony:

Her name, Kimagure (“caprice”), reflects her dual nature: whimsical charm masking inner chaos. The curse mirrors her past cruelty, yet her struggle to resist it highlights her growth.

Current Existence

Wandering Exile: Kimagure drifts through Howa’ah’s frozen tundras, her black fur a stark contrast to the snow. She avoids permanence, knowing any bond could reignite the curse.

Internal Conflict: She battles between hope (that someone might break the curse) and resignation (that she is doomed to lose herself completely).

Kimagure’s Personality Overview

Paradoxical Duality

Whimsical Charm vs. Haunted Sorrow: Outwardly, she exudes elegance and playful mischief, using her telepathic wit to enchant others with sharp, humorous remarks. Beneath this facade, however, lies a century of guilt and existential dread, her emerald eyes occasionally dimming with unspoken grief.

Example: She might telepathically tease someone about their fashion choices, only to retreat into silence, her mind echoing memories of her cursed past.

Sophistication vs. Feral Urges: Her mannerisms are refined (dignified posture, calculated movements), but when the curse overrides her control, she becomes a spitting, clawing creature—a stark contrast that horrifies even her.

Telepathic Masking

Defensive Wit: Kimagure uses her telepathy to deflect vulnerability. Her sharp tongue and playful banter act as shields against pity or probing questions about her past.

Example: If asked about her origins, she might reply, “Why, darling, I’m simply a cat with excellent taste and a distaste for dull conversations.”

Selective Vulnerability: She reserves her true voice (raw, trembling telepathy) for rare moments of trust, often with those she fears losing—a bittersweet irony given her curse.

Self-Sabotaging Loneliness

Fear of Attachment: Though starved for connection, Kimagure flees intimacy to avoid triggering her curse. She’s mastered the art of leaving before she’s left, masking her pain with aloofness.

Quote: “Oh darling, do not fret over this savvy, kitty. I'm a clever kitty.”

Impulsive Jealousy: Her curse amplifies insecurities rooted in her human selfishness. When threatened by rivals, she lashes out like a scorned lover, only to later wallow in self-loathing.

Resilient yet Resigned

Flickering Hope: Despite centuries of failure, a part of her still believes in redemption. She secretly yearns for someone to see past her curse and fight for her humanity.

Example: She lingers near villages, watching families through windows, imagining a life where she’s welcomed as more than a stray.

Cynical Humor: She mocks her own fate to cope, joking about her “nine lives” or calling herself a “professional disappointment.” This humor often carries a bitter edge.

Lingering Humanity

Guilt-Driven Kindness: Though once cruel, she now goes out of her way to help others (e.g., guiding lost travelers, protecting children), seeking absolution for her past.

Nostalgic Longing: She hoards trinkets from her human life (a rusted locket, a faded ribbon), clinging to fragments of an identity she’s forgetting.

Core Conflict

Kimagure’s personality orbits a central tension: the fear that she’s inherently unlovable. Her curse is both a punishment and a self-fulfilling prophecy—she pushes others away because she believes she’ll harm them, perpetuating her isolation. Yet beneath the layers of defense, she remains achingly human in her desire to be seen, understood, and forgiven.

[capriprov]

Watch the FULL version of our trailer here!

CAPRICIOUS PROVENANCE is an award winning D&D 5e AP Audio Drama fusion set in an arcanepunk, partially homebrewed world of Eberron! After The Last War devastated Khorvaire - and their lives - fate follows four unlikely friends attempting to grapple with their own destinies as the fate of the world falls into a chaotic uncertainty.Join our…heroes(?) as they navigate their ever-changing lives in the wake of destruction, wading in the depths of their trauma as they connect with the troubled people living in a fragmented world. We’re an all queer & trans, majority BIPOC cast of tabletop creatives that bend the rules, change the lore, and break the game to tell a story of fighting tooth and nail against the way things are, and daring to hope for change.

Capricious Provenance is free to listen to, and advertisement-free. Our team is small, and we have started this project with no funding. This podcast is a labor of love and collaboration between a group of friends that are very passionate about the art they create. We are hoping to acquire funding and grow the team in the future! For now, you can support the show via Ko-fi.

Will I like Capricious Provenance?

While Capricious Provenance’s main game system is D&D 5e, we use a mixture of different games in the podcast - such as Pathfinder and 1400 Sneak - to help tell our story. Additionally, while the world is set in 5e’s Eberron, it has been altered significantly and partially homebrewed to suit our main characters, featuring elements from various supplements such as Heliana's Guide to Monster Hunting. Capricious Provenance is full of magic, whimsy, gods, monstrosities, political intrigue, and queer romance. There is a heavy focus on storytelling through character roleplay that makes room for heart wrenching character arcs and gives space for relationships between the characters to organically develop. The show explores themes of found family, generational trauma, religious trauma, healing, self discovery, the cost of war, freedom and revolution against an oppressive regime. It is ultimately a story of hope in dire times, embracing the monsters within ourselves formed by the world we live in, and finding the beauty in brutality. If you are a fan of media such as Dragon Age, Castlevania, Monster Hunter, The Owl House or Baldur’s Gate 3, you may enjoy Capricious Provenance!

Capricious Provenance Features:

A mixture of actual play and audio drama that places you in the shoes of our characters as we roll the dice.

Award-winning immersive narrative combat scenes that put you right in the center of the action. (Rainbow Roll Fest 2023)

Tarot readings and content warnings at the beginning of every episode so the listener knows precisely what they’re getting into.

Supplementary content, such as a short “radio broadcast” series providing updates directly from the world of our campaign and animatics illustrated by our artists.

Episode re-caps and lorekeeping, and more!

Where to Listen & Where to find us:

Listen on the Official Podcast Profile Listen elsewhere: Spotify || Pocket Casts || Google Play || Apple Podcasts || iHeartRadio Listen & watch more content on: Youtube You can find us on: Twitter || Instagram || Tiktok || Bluesky

Check out our website for cast information, character profiles and more details about the world: capriciousprovenance.carrd.co

[antisolararc]

New bio finally (under the cut) 😭 my posting schedule is so messed up here still I'm sorry

PERSONALITY & BACKGROUND:

Hailing from a long-lost floating island, Meridian was formerly ████ ████████ ███. Just as soon as they learned to speak, they could recall intricate details of their reincarnation, making them a "spiral" – a third gender centered around the “spinning of the cosmic wheel.” They once intended to quietly fulfill their traditional duties – from sunrise to sunset, they would facilitate rituals and conserve the temple relics as a faceless servant. Eventually, though, they had only one vague memory of their past life – being eaten alive as penance for a great crime. This left them unable to contribute to the map of the universe as expected. With no other way to provide restitution to their struggling parents, they began to fake the rituals they could no longer properly perform, but not without monstrous shame and guilt. Perhaps all for naught - just as they were coming into adulthood, their entire island ascended to the Astral Realm during the Reckoning of Clouds.

Now, Meridian awakens with the white scales of a holy corpse and a powerful-yet-damaged relic inside of them. Instructed to “destroy the heart of a great prince” in order to repent for their past crimes and thrown back into the Terrestrial Realm with nothing but the clothes on their back and a dagger containing a ferocious spirit, they’re already in way over their head. Their trickery might have landed them here in the first place, but the only plan they’ve got is to fake it til they make it. Sometimes, Mery claims to be the vessel of Zenith, the great spirit who stole the sun, sometimes, they claim to be here to slay the spirit, and, sometimes, they claim not to be anyone particularly interesting at all. The longer they keep at it, though, the more it dawns on them that they aren't quite sure which one is true themself.

Cunning but never eloquent, Meridian tends to keep it quiet. After all, they wither under the spotlight, and they’d hate to cause a scene. It’s a shame they happen to have a terrible habit of lying under pressure. Mery is awkward and insecure, though far more observant than their demeanor might suggest. They are often preoccupied with their own appearance. Due to their constricted affect, its difficult

to tell when they’re joking, and their capriciousness makes them hard to predict. Mery will always keep a promise or return a favor, regardless of any detriment to themself. Despite their avoidant tendencies, they always manage to summon the willpower to act when they’re needed. They appear to have great conviction in... something, but these beliefs remain vague. Though typically mild-mannered, they can be absolutely merciless if pushed – Meridian is not usually one to be swayed by pathos alone. However, they are quite sentimental towards relics of their past.

Unsurprisingly, they struggle deeply with their identity and morality. They’re not sure they’re still who they were before, but do they even want to be that person at all? And then, if not, who do they want to be? Who are they right now, actually? Truthfully, they fear the answers to their questions more than anything else. Meridian has little appetite for societal or martial power, instead honing their magic as both a necessity for survival and a begrudging attempt at self-discipline. They’re downright terrified of the great destructive potential of their relic, refusing to have it restored with uncharacteristic vehemence. Strange, then, that they decided to steal it in the first place so long ago…

ABILITIES:

Their summon is a set of four rings that float and move according to their will. Meridian "skates" on them. Although the rings can levitate other things, there are weight and size limits. They can change size and be used as forcefields or portals. Bigger = more difficult to create and maintain. Mery can teleport to places in their line of sight almost instantly, but more time, effort, and visualization are required to go further. In order to use concussive power, they must "catch" the energy from incoming attacks first - this is the most physical part of their skillet, requiring trained speed and agility. Otherwise, the rings' only inherently offensive capability is being decently sharp around the edges.

In order to sustain their relic, they must occasionally sacrifice other magic items to it. This process can also be used to expedite healing, though offerings made to sustain the vessel will not fuel the relic itself.