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[voidselfshipp]

I had this dream where I was a New superhero and I was called sunshine, (here comes the sun was literally playing in my dream) and John was like 👉👈

So imagine this:

John falling for me, a sweet New superhero who hasnt got the hang of her powers yet, and hes helping me figure how to fly properly :D.

Him realizing im very sweet, and a literal sunshine and just evil x Ray of sunshine trope

[plasticfangtastic]

American Royalty. Ch. 4

A Homelander X F! Reader and Dadlander fanfic.

A/N: if ya like to be taglisted plz leave a comment to be notified on the next release. got the writers block and too many wips so here is an early chapter. hope y'all like it. plz check my pin post for prev. chapters.

Tags: mild gore, angst, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Four

Seeing Stars

You had him agree to you working three days as his personal chef, and he couldn’t have you Sundays no matter how much he asked.

Within the week you had gotten a letter from your bank telling you that the pending investigation on your account had been closed and now you could access it, it had even accrue significant interest after being untouched for seven years it was better than an early christmas miracle as you sobbed in your bedroom with the letter in hand, you cried in the kitchen after calling a realtor to see an apartment, by the time you seen a couple of apartments you had come home to find an enveloped taped to your door. Inside paperwork and some keys– seeing red for a moment, but as Helena tugged at your shirt, your anger tucked itself away, you held her crying into her shoulder as you finished reading the letter.

Before the month ended, you had moved into a large, renovated and well located 2 bedroom, 1 office, 2 bathrooms apartment in the ground floor of a duplex, it had to be at least eighteen to twenty thousand dollars in rent but he had simply purchase it– writing in his letter that he wouldn’t allow you to continue raising his daughter in the projects or some refurbished new york closet, he had even collected information on local schools in your new neighborhood for you consider, informing you that he would take care of tuition cost.

As you settled in a space so big you had nothing to fill it with, as you watched your daughter actually behave like a seven year old for once, you laid on the floor by the open concept kitchen, feeling the rich wood underneath your skin, staring at the black granite benches and hardwood cabinetry– the floor was even heated! You heard a landing in one of the two thin yards, you knew your daughter was exploring the bathroom, so it felt safe to do this now.

“I’ll have my interior designer come by this week to help you select furniture and stuff.” He said upon entering, distubed by how barren it was, all your belonings in a a dozen boxes total, tucked in a corner of the living room.

“You are a bastard making me indebted to you.” You grumbled.

“I can’t have her live in a broom closet infested with rats. Kids need yards and space.” He looked at the cherry wood panels lining the outdoors, the vines and trees growing in a decent sized yard, extra big by New York standards– you could get her a puppy, a kitten or…?”

“She likes fish.”

“I could have a pond installed.” he said with a smirk crainign his back as he tried to look less imposing as you refused to lift your head from the heated hardwoods– you should be okay with utility bills, I left them on credit for your convenience. Have you had a chance to look at schools?”

“What are you actually planning, John.” You sat back up, switching names had taken him off-guard wondering what angle you were going at him from– haven’t even started work with you and now you are showering me with presents? This is beyond just wanting to see your kid is not like you actually seen her.”

“You said to take things slow.” He didn’t try hiding that devious grin– Ryan… needs a story.”

“Jesus Christ you are sick.” you now had to stand up for real– you want me to play mom to your kid? I don’t even look like him.”

“Genetics are weird. Helena looks like you and Ryan looks like me, like those dogs from ‘Beauty and the Tramp’."He touched your cheek with a bare hand– Can’t wait to see you next Thursday, mom.”

“Oh god…” You chuckle, losing your mind as his hand hurts without a scratch– How are you going to tell this to Helena?”

“Is in early development but the team will take care of it. I need Ryan to attend the same school as Helena so please hurry up.”

He left not before telling you to take Helena to MOMA this saturday at 2 pm, it wasn’t a suggestion or invitation, it was an order

You did as you were told that evening, one of the best schools in the city was under a half hour walk from this cell, knowing Helena had to be enrolled soon didn’t help, and your commute to Lucci had increased but now you could pay for gas and not cry. Sending him a texts about schools to the number he had given you in his many many notes seemed anticlimactic but that was it.

Helana had grown suspicious, but she played dumb and you knew it too, so you both played stupid when you headed to MOMA that weekend.

You just casually came the same day and the same time as Homelander and Ryan were about to have the whole museum closed off as they received a private tour,  but he asked you to join them not giving any real explanation for why but nobody questioned, neither kid spoke to each other much if any, Helena simply enjoying the silence, she looked at you as she asked about the pieces but it was Homelander who had the most to say about the works, leaving you left out but happy, you knew that face of his so well, to see it on your daughter’s face made your day.

He had taken the opportunity to discuss your employment not your relationship, giving you list of things Ryan should eat, would not eat, wanted to try and things he wanted to try himself, then your hours and some odd request about handling Ryan’s school lunches being instagram worthy, handing you socials to research for such task.

You started work that following week, the Vought kitchens were top of the line, your job was to meet all of his requirements, some of the chefs that recognized you looked at you with relief and curiosity, wanting to know what had happened to you but you were unwilling to share. That first breakfast was returned with clean plates, even the waiter was shocked when he saw empty plates come out of his penthouse.

It had been so long since you could play with such new equipment, this was it, this was the place you belong in, him or not involved this was your happy place now.

Two weeks had passed.

 As you headed for the staff elevator you met Homelander, who had honestly just been waiting for you.

“I got the paperwork sorted… you just have to sign and fill stuff. Nice school! Great stem program not that Helena will find it hard.” he said politely, his posture extra stiff.

“Did you do a background check on her?” you looked around for witnesses.

“Hard not to. Our kid is the captain of the math club… her school team has won most of the math competitions in the last four years. Not to mention the piano recitals, and science competitions”  He looked so proud– her grades are perfect. She might be the smartest little girl in the city.”

“She’s the smartest little girl in the world.”

“And her new school would let the whole world know just that.” He said matching your smug.

You watched him carefully waiting for him to spit out what he wanted to say, either about her schooling or something else.

Helena was allowed to continue attending her old school until you were ready for transfer, he had only briefly talked to you for school discussions, and with great disinterest on what made each school good or not, if anything you found yourself doing this for his son as well, thinking of what this school would do for his well being, and if it was the best choice for a homeschooled kid, and how would this new school commute affect Helena’s after school routine. 

On the days you didn’t work in Vought’s towers she was still babysat or stayed at Lucci’s, she was too young to be left at home, even if you knew she was perfectly safe, but no matter what she was still little. 

During the days you worked in the tower she was kept in the company daycare in the 20th floor, most of the kids there were normal but there was at least one other super-abled child her age, it made you happy to see her interact with a similar kid even if said kid abilities involved phasing thru objects all willy-nilly and make objects phase thru other objects, making you worry of what would happen if he lost focus and Helena got caught inside a wall.

“By the way our kid escaped the daycare.” He held the elevator open for you as he entered, before you could panic he shot you a charming smile– is okay she’s at the gym…”

Your eyes had welled up regardless, you jumped into the metal box pressing the bottom frantically.

“She’s perfectly safe… A-Train is there and so it's that… Noir… her and the only little Supe kid decided to do some mischief, but I kept my ears on her all day.”

Forcing yourself to take deep breaths as the elevator smoothly traveled to the lower floors.

“Is it not her that I am worried for.” you said firmly.

You followed him as he guided you through an unfamiliar floor, inside the large colosseum gym that had been fitted to test somebody’s athletic skills you found your daughter floating in her wavy bubble, but all you saw was your kid swaying in the air.

“Helena get down here immediately!!!” You ran after her reaching for the kid as her bored expression was replaced with embarrassment as she descended into your arms– you cannot run away from daycare!”

“I don’t want to be surrounded by babies.”

“Helena you are a baby!” you squeezed her against yourself, just glad she was still in one piece, you noticed the other small kid in the room– jesus…”

Carrying your kid you reached for the other one, taking his hand.

“Hey sweetie… let me take you back to daycare before your mommy or daddy gets worried.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked meekly.

“No, but Helena is so grounded.”

“Mom!”

“Don’t mom me! You have any idea how dangerous that was!”

“Oh don’t get mad at the kid, she was just acting like a kid. Don’t be such a buzzkill” he mocked you.

“I don’t want or need your opinion– now you got two seconds to explain yourself!”

You began to gently drag yourself and your kid’s victim out of the gym, A-Train absolutely shocked to see anybody talk to Homelander like that.

“Look I had A-Train and Noir come check them out, they were safe!” He chased after you.

“Oh that was your doing.” Helena said–  "I really wanted to meet A-Train” she waved innocently at the Supe, who returned the gesture as a true professional– and... Mom… I wanted to see the building, that’s all… sorry I used Elmo to escape… but his powers were just too useful”

“You cannot use people like that.” you said in shock.

“People like being used.” Her words were just cold as she wriggled herself out of your arms, falling without touching the ground, she took Elmo’s hand taking the small kid towards the exit– some people are born serfs.” She mumbled to herself.

Homelander's heart beat violently– oh his daughter was a brat and had a questionable attitude, he hadn’t even interacted much with her, but he was proud. His whole body went light and his smile couldn’t be contained as he saw the small girl with true love in his eyes, this was the moment he saw her as truly his own.

Ryan was still reluctant to accept his father’s philosophy, but this little one understood that she was born better from the start on her own.

She turned around to face you again, little Elmo sucked on his thumb as her eyes glowed pale blue.

“Is it alright if I come to the training gym if I ask permission first?” 

“I…”

“Of course all Supe’s should know to keep their powers top notch. You are more than welcome to use the facilities.” Homelander had cut you off, petting the little girl’s head as he approached the duo– Just ask your mother so she doesn’t have a heart attack. Then again this is one of the safest places in all of New York and little Helena over here is perfectly safe, after all I am here.” He said while staring at you.

His voice was sweet, you were defeated as Helena tried to contain that cheshire grin of hers while staring at you– he was your boss , and the Homelander so could you really go against him so publicly?

“You had a terrorist attack in this building… but I guess…” She ignored him again then looked straight at you– I learned something new today.” 

A-Train and Noir exchanged concerned looks taking a few step backs, Homelander seemed intrigued to watch your reaction, you gave way, unable to speak, just frustrated as your ex looked just as smug as his kid.

Little Elmo scoot behind her– in the round gymnasium a cement boulder hanged in chains, her eyes glowed the brightest you’ve ever seen, lifting her hand with one quick swipe the boulder broke in half, the dust showing the invisible blade bending light, it gain a blue color as it was touched before fading, she looked so proud of herself, you stared at Homelander and now you understood why nobody had informed you that your daughter was missing. It didn’t sit well with you.

“you’re still grounded for a whole week.”

“But Mom!!”

You had walked into a trap, one you did so willingly, jailed in a nice house, any hope of Homelander being driven away or losing interest in her was gone as he looked at her with pure adoration in his eyes.

You got used to it… this prison was lovely, it was nice to come back to a spacious cell. Homelander had indeed brought his decorator to your house but you didn’t want designer furniture and high end stuff, you kept it simple and cheap, most of your stuff second hand and from Ikea, only relenting to agree with the poor designer over the kitchen, his budget was absurd for the task, only taking advantage to purchase all the appliances of your dreams, you indeed needed a air fryer that matched your splashback.

Helena was happy to have a room that felt like a bedroom, large bookcases that could be filled with her own books, a small courtyard facing her doors, where she now could sit down and read with the breeze in her hair. She seemed happy, euphoric when she began her new school, making you forget what was happening in the background at times.

Homelander would come from time to time to speak to you about mundane stuff and work, his patience saintly as he allowed you to get used to his company once more, just so you could be okay with him entering her life, but then again he was your jailer.

He himself had begun forcing himself into her life when you weren’t around, it was all a matter of timing and perception.

Homelander watched the daycare center, from afar, a much needed service, it occupied a whole floor, the tower employed thousands of people in its 99th floor so there had to be help for those mothers and fathers who needed to work but had children with no babysitters, it was one of the many appealing things about being employed by Vought, and the center offered a variety of activities for all age groups.

Helena saw it as a jungle, all these children just a bunch of savages, keeping Elmo around not because she liked his company but because he was the only other Supe child in her age group, he was a sweet kid, afraid of bugs and that liked to talk about cartoons, frankly it was a challenge to figure out what to do with him. Homelander watched as she taught the kid to play chess, taking hours to explain the basics as the seven year old had very little clue what was happening, but in its own way it was nice to talk to another kid like himself.

Homelander even bothered to do a background check on the child– both of his dad’s both worked at Vought one in hero management and the other in marketing, both very busy bees it seems… he had done the same with all of Ryan’s new classmates, he knew their entire families before his kid even stepped foot and said hello to any of them, all done before he started school the same week as Helena– there was the big issue of her being on the 10th grade while her older brother just began the 6th grade, so he couldn’t enjoy seeing the both of them interacting, it was hard to witness for he wanted both kids to become closer so desperately.

Hence why he was standing on the foyer of the daycare center, a young lady that looked too cheerful for her own good, welcomed Homelander.

“Hi! How can I help you today, Homelander? Are you looking to enroll little Ryan?” She swayed side to side trying to see if the kid was behind him by any chance.

“Actually… am here to speak to one of the kids… hmm… Helena L/N.” He said with a firm tone– I believe her mother left a message.”

Homelander texted you an hour before cominf down, not even asking you that he was going to take her for training, you were stuck in the kitchen helping with some work function taking place tonite, a thousand canapes had to be made and you were stuck with the pistachio and lemon layer cakes.

You had no time to argue, taking your precious break time to make phone calls and try not to use your knife on the nearest asshole who pissed you off afterwards.

She hopped on the desk seeking for any notes, and he was indeed correct.

Now he had her all for himself, you prayed he wasn’t going to drop the news on her, but you couldn’t leave and abandoned your team, she was safe, you had to believe she was safe, she was smart, she was so smart and she could escape him, you just had to trust her.

“Can I bring Elmo?” Helena looked up at Homelander, a slight ache building on her neck as she looked up at the man– he might get lonely.”

“He’s not a dog.” He didn’t even try putting on a soft babied voice with her– and I wanted to talk to you.”

“But he’s always ‘The Dog’ when we play house.” She faked the most innocent voice she could muster, turning around to look at the glass doors  dividing the friends– … He will probably sneak out to the gym if he gets lonely, they got his favorite snacks today… he told me liked five times and I think they’re playing Bluey on the tv.”

“Oh! and you play mommy?” He grimaces so hard his eyebrows touch.

“No, the robber.”

He led the way and she was more than happy to explore the building as they headed downstairs.

“What do you think of them?”

“Elaborate.”

“Those without powers.” she wished she could see his expression– and be honest. None of this ‘Wednesday Addams’ crap.”

He looked around at the sea of smart casual fits and stress on the floors above, the world moving so fast paced, nothing but monkeys hurling shiny rocks while playing dress-up.

“They can be useful, if they are not… then they don’t matter to me.”

He smiled, his heart fluttering and his stomach filled with butterflies as he heard her speak– why did Ryan struggle so much to understand this? He thought.

“When you are born with such gifts–

“I might be a kid but I am very familiar with your Compound V, I already had this talk with my mother. Fascinating stuff… I am still trying to understand the whole dosage thing… How does your company decide which kid to give more versus others? Did they just look at who could provide the best backstory before deciding between 10 mils versus the whole vial.” 

She stared at the glass walls where the kids were housed, the tone of her voice still flat.

“Why you say that?”

“I’m a poor kid from the projects, with a single mom, formerly homeless and now with enough powers to make Athena envious. Not to mention how 92% of supes are white but the percentage below middle class to poor is almost the same as with the 6% blacks, while the percentage of upper class white supes is closer to the same percentage of 2% asians and latino supes… if anything a good chunk of latino and asian supes are upper class… something-something model minority yadah-yadah.” she pressed the elevator door– I’d make a good story. Shame that I can’t be a Supe.”

Homelander stared at her, placing his hand on the back of her head.

“You can be anything you want, Helena. You have been blessed beyond belief with powers… if you want to be Supe then you are ready for major leagues.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Only the 1% of superheroes ever make it to the major leagues, most supes never achieve anything beside D-list status and everybody is fighting for the crumbs left behind by your posse of clowns– is not a fiscally responsible decision. A career that can only exist on extreme gambling is not one that can make money. Not to mention am not cute or tall." She took the first step into the elevator– I never want my mother to worry about money. I want to buy her a mansion on top of a cliff staring at the ocean, have a dozen maids care for the house and she can just spend the rest of her life in luxury”

She turns to see him crossing her arms with a serious look on her tiny face.

“My goal is to take your job.”

“The Seven?” He grinned.

“Vought.”

“I can wait to see you try.” he grinned.

“It won’t be that hard… At least when I am in charge security will be tighter.”

Bottles of V dropped from above Homelander’s head, he caught most of them but a few were lost, those were hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of drops staining his pants and shoes, Helena caught one bottle, sliding it between nimble fingers back and forth.

“Don’t look so surprised, it seems this is a common occurence… Here's an unwanted tip: use biometrics and only allow lab techs to enter the 67th floor, not just rely on good will, clown.” sections of her body and clothes flicked back and forth between visible and invisible, taunting him about how easy it had been to steal them using her superpowers.

As his eyes took an extra tinge of red, he saw a brief flash of pale blue encasing her, he followed her to the entrance of the Gym, where she expected to be left alone with Homelander not to find another kid.

“The prodigal son.” she mumbles.

Ryan sat on top of some raised stepping stones in the recently established obstacle course, Helena imagined she needed to know parkour in lieu of flying abilities, which seemed redundant for the kid who could fly.

“Thought you two could practice together.” He shouted while placing the V on the nearest bench.

“Guess there are ways to successfully murder a child and get away with it.” She raised an eyebrow– and here I thought you wouldn’t be irked by the words of a little girl… like I said you’re a maladjusted person.”

“I don’t hurt children. I have no idea…” he said calmly while a little bit angry, as he returned to her side.

“I dunno– it would look really bad if the press found out that you’re a deadbeat.”

His expression dropped as the little girl's eyes glowed.

“Smartest little girl in the world… or...?” She said dryly, as she headed towards Ryan to save him the walk– my bubble refracts light, easy to spot if you notice images are wavering without the heat.”

The little boy ran cheerfully after his father, who for the first time ignored him, his eyes transfixed on the little girl, who had been playing stupid all along.

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[maryturck]

Immigration News: October 31, 2023

Photo by Michael Coghlan, used under Creative Commons license With nearly 40,000 people in immigration detention, leading lawmakers called on the Department of Justice (DOJ) and the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) to make major changes in the policy on release on bond. Though a large majority of detainees have no criminal record or pending criminal charges, most have been tagged for…

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03 Lan Fan

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Name: Lan Fan Alias(es): Lanny, Lan, Fanny Age: 22 Height: 4’9 Weight: 135 lbs Hair: Black, falling to mid-back and usually kept in a loose bun Eyes: Black Skin: Light Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her Orientation: Demisexual/Panromantic Distinguishing Characteristics: Automail left arm.

Background: 3 years before the start of the Elrics' journey, a trio of foreigners crossed the great desert from Xing to Amestris, searching for the secret to immortality. Chased by the military supposedly for entering the country illegally, in truth it was the many probing questions about alchemy and immortality that the young Prince who lead the group kept asking around the capital city that drew unwanted attention from the higher ups. With the military police hot on their tail they found themselves traveling down past Rush Valley and eventually to a town called Dublith which seemed to be permeated with a strange qi that none of the native townsfolk were aware of.

With the military still on their tail the young Prince and his two bodyguards made a base camp of sorts in a derelict and abandoned bar where against the guards better judgment they decided to investigate the source of this and see if it might hold the answers they came to that country to find.

The further into the town they went the more heavy and oppressive it became, until at last they found themselves on the edge of a lake looking out at a seemingly deserted island. It was here that the military forces caught up with them and an undesired yet heated battle broke out, with the Prince and his guards desperately trying to make it to the small boat at the other end of the shore to escape. The first blow to their mission hit hard as the elder bodyguard Fu took a fatal blow intended for the young Prince, military officers overtaking his body and preventing them from retrieving it.

With just Lan Fan left to protect him they barely made it to the boat and while attempting to cast off another gunshot rang out in the night, mortally wounding the young man as they left the dock and dry land behind. The military was behind them on the shore, but ahead of them the island looming dark in the night was still far off. With no room in the tiny rowboat to perform alkehestry all the girl could do was try to stem the flow and hope they made it to dry land in time.

They almost did too. While faint, the prince was still breathing when the wood slid onto the sand of Yock Island. There and old woman greeted them much to Lan Fan's surprise, instructing the young woman to bring him up to her mansion. She called herself Dante and when asked if she could save the prince the woman let out a rather cold sounding laugh, telling Lan Fan that no, he was much too far gone. But that Lan Fan had the power to bring him back if she wished. That dark, heavy qi was all around them now but the guard hardly took note of it.

Lan Fan was lead to a room in the mansion with a massive transmutation circle, where she was instructed to place the body in the center. The skeptic in her screamed that this could never work, but this apparent wise woman urged her on and instructed her, saying they had to hurry while the wound was still fresh and no rot had set in. Before she realized it was too late and Dante had left the room, taking with her a coiled up lock of hair clipped from the body as part of her “preparation guide”.

No sooner had she followed the instructions for this foreign ‘alchemy’, than Lan Fan found herself before the gate. Terrifying and ominous it towered over her small body, opening wide and revealing a multitude of eyes gazing out at her from the pitch black inside. As she looked on in shock and horror the writing darkness reached out with tendrils like thousands of tiny hands, grabbing hold of her and seeming to swallow her up. She was sure she blacked out after that but when the woman woke she could see the first signs of movement from the body in the center of the room.

She was also missing her left arm, blood pouring from the place where her limb used to be. Dante returned shortly after, a bowl of strange red stones and a set of bandages in hand. Without much strength in her at the time Lan Fan's weak protests went unacknowledged as she was separated from the prince's body and ushered off to another room the recover from her encounter with the gate, leaving Dante to attempt bringing this new young homunculus into her fold.

She'd never admit it, but Dante got a bit more than she'd bargained for with them. The homunculus she'd dubbed her second incarnation of Greed acted more like Gluttony, demanding food too often while still going on about money and power, and Lan Fan couldn't be confined to her room no matter how the woman tried. Even with one arm missing, she managed to slip in and out whenever she had the strength and the many items she had hidden on her person counteracting anything Dante tried to put in her food to keep her sedated and complacent. What's more; the more Dante tried the more suspicious of her Lan Fan became, until she'd decided even with her arm as it was that it was long past time to escape.

She stole a sack of the strange rocks and another sack full of bread into her bag late one night and began to search the mansion for the man she thought had to be the Prince, tracking his familiar but now distorted qi until she found him at last tucked away in a room she was sure was as far away from her own as the old woman could manage.

Without asking a single question she told him they were leaving, then tossed him some bread. The bribe worked just as she knew it would and he followed her out of the mansion and down to the beach. The boat was still tethered there and there didn't seem to be any guards protecting this secluded mansion. Perhaps Dante was glad to see them go, feeling like this pair was more trouble than they were worth. Or maybe in her arrogance she assumed that the homunculus would find his way back to her eventually, just as they all did.

She didn't pursue them, but discovered later to her chagrin that Lan Fan had taken one more item on her way out; the carefully collected lock of hair.

Lan Fan didn't discover until after they had left, after they were on their way back north out of Dublith and towards Rush Valley how different this man was from the one she'd known most of her life. How he claimed not to remember anything of his life before but said that ruling a country sounded like a good enough deal to him. How he clung to the name Greed despite the fact that he too didn't trust the woman who'd bestowed that name on him. Still, he felt he owed some debt to Lan Fan in part for their escape as well as the buried knowledge that it was her sacrifice that allowed him to exist. In light of that he agreed to travel with her for the time being.

Lan Fan still felt she had to protect him even with all his objections but she knew she'd be all but useless as a bodyguard with a missing limb, and it was with this in mind that they made their way into Rush Valley to search for an automail engineer who could help restore what Lan Fan had lost. They were taken in by a kind soul who realized they hadn't been able to change Lan Fan's bandages since their escape and saw the risk for infection was high if they didn't act quickly.

During her long recovery, Lan Fan felt almost hopeless. Despair weighed heavy on her heart as she at last began to process the loss of her grandfather and the situation in which she found herself. She could not return to her homeland. Not like this. Not with this... entity who now wore the face of the prince and yet acted in a way he never would have when he was alive. She could return alone and bring news of Fu and Ling losing their lives at the hands of the Amestrian military, but Lan Fan did not feel she could simply abandon the homunculus regardless of his self assured attitude. She still felt as though the memories of his life as the prince were inside him somewhere. Whether that was true insight or a stubborn unwillingness to accept reality, who can say.

Powers and Abilities:

The Dragon's Pulse – Lan Fan as the ability to sense the energy of living things known as qi or ki. She can use this ability to track an individual even in crowded areas or in darkness. A person may be able to change their appearance but they cannot change their qi.

Alchehestry – As part of the duties she holds as a bodyguard Lan Fan has been trained in the art of alchehestry; a skill similar to alchemy with a focus on medicine and healing. It is possible that like alchemists who have been to the gate she too no longer needs a circle to use her abilities, but as yet this hasn't been tested.

Martial Arts training – Lan Fan is well versed in martial arts due to her upbringing as a bodyguard.

Hidden Weapon/Ninjitsu training – Along with her martial arts training Lan Fan is also well versed in hidden weapons and items such as kunai, darts, smoke bombs, flash bombs, and other ninja arts. She was truly require to master a wide and diverse set of skills in her role as royal bodyguard.

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Chapter One- Ichiriba Chode-

Here she is- give her a shot! I’m a little in love with japan harry, and want him to fall- in love or on his face! Thanks to the tripod, Writers cannot live without ass taps, laughs and love!

The ride down through the clouds was tougher than any flight he'd been on, and he was double glad that Jeff insisted on him using the private jet. It was the right decision this time. He avoided flying private whenever he could. It always made Harry feel weird, like he wasn't a normal person or something.

Jeff often reminded him he was the most normal non normal person he had ever met. A normal person perhaps with a crazy abnormal life.

Commercial flights meant fans and at least one Instagram or twitter tag with his at. A geolocation attached. Then people would know where he was.   Where he was, he felt like he was about to enter another world, another phase of his life. A much anticipated and talked about phase, but one not explained or complained about yet.  He could see the Sumida River below him and the light dawning over Tokyo. He grabbed his tattered, leather notebook and pressed it to his nose, like he always did, before opening it. 'A sunrise over its homeland, welcome to Japan.' There had been a little rash of songs about this place as of late, though the interest in it wasn't exactly new. Harry loved this place, its sights and sounds, and the language that he could replicate in very short carefully memorized sentences.   He loved the sentiments expressed in those untranslatable sentences. That’s why he picked it. When he'd been near finished with the last album and realized he had a three month hole in his schedule, Jeff asked him what he wanted to do. And Harry wanted to do another movie. There was a script he'd been secretly hoarding, one he really wanted to make. He’d procured the rights to it, and a few others to cover his tracks.  It had a lot to do with his absolute love affair with this city. And his love of rom coms. And because he liked to either defy or supersede expectations. Everybody expected him to do a rom com, so he would, and he'd do the original with a current twist. Tokyo Holiday. The script was fun and pithy and used the landscape and culture and language he'd found so entrancing. He'd even made a solo trip once he'd read the screenplay, to visit some of the places and see a friend. He fell in love here. With the city. It would be easy, what he had to portray. He could easily imagine it. That was, he could imagine falling in love there. He wanted to fall in love, in Tokyo. On screen at least. It was the one he wanted to make, and since Jeff liked to exceed his expectations, they were doing a condensed shooting schedule. Jeff had gotten him just about everything he wanted. Including Ada Scott. He'd been enamored of her work for years, and he'd met her father, Garner Scott, many many times. He was a close friend of Irving's, and had been an influential producer and maestro in the music industry for so long, it was more accidental than anything else that Harry had never directly worked with him. Ada was the mystery though, he'd never met her anywhere in LA or New York or London. He thought he'd heard she went to school for some time in England. He was fairly certain she went to the Sorbonne for University. Ok, he was totally certain, he had spent a lot of time researching her. Ever since her little movie cum critical darling, Wildflower, had taken up permanent residence in his mind and inspiration bank.  It wasn't a love story, not really, so it was weird he wanted her to direct his rom com. And he wanted her at the helm so bad he had insisted and said he wasn't doing it, even after they had gone through all the set up motions and contracts pending, unless she was the director. It was the way she framed the sexual moments in 'Wildflower', a coming of rage story about the daughter of absent parents who struggles with addiction, to substances and love. The sex scenes were just part of the landscape, an aspect of the lead character's life, not the focus of the story. Some of the set ups were unromantic at best. Ainsley, the lead character, was flippant, and occasionally predatory in her search for affection. But the love scenes, sex scenes, were so beautifully framed and imperfect, sexy in their raw realness. They lacked the air brush of Hollywood and the filter of instagram. There was nothing perfect about them, but the emotion was real and moving. Even the negative emotions. And they were from the female gaze. Which was getting more common. However, Wildflower's female gaze was imperfect, skewed, and flawed.  That was not so common. He wanted to bring that to the Tokyo Holiday script, some aspects of the story needed grit. The plot of the movie was a young royal sent on his first solo trip. Eyes of the world on him and a laundry list of rules about his behavior. He'd be in a city, Henry Stuart,  the royal was named, that he harbored a fascination with, and no opportunity or chance to see a thing. All of his sight seeing would be carefully guarded and heavily photographed. And official. Henry hated official. Basically it was familiar territory for Harry. The flip side of the movie, was the translator assigned to Henry. Akio was a gatekeeper. The translator gig gave him the ability to exercise that. It was also a means to an end for him, the translation was so that he could pay for his travel in and around Japan, his love of good food, and constant need for fashion and fun. He was older than Henry and burly, manly, and everything Henry secretly fantasized about. And when he noticed the young prince's absolute frustration with the gilded prison he lived in, he fished. He'd share pictures of his adventures, and tell Henry about meals and moments he'd loved. It didn't take long before Henry was sneaking out to try the tiny sushi bars and all night dance clubs. The best part was Akio's warm hand in his own and wide shoulders bracketing him when they came across another threshold, when Akio let him step first into new worlds. Harry was excited to see how Ada would handle the dichotomy of the polished world versus the gritty excitement Henry and Akio found in underground Tokyo. He hoped she made the night life dreamy and the day times surreal. Harry was sure she would. The notes that Jeff had brought out from meetings he had missed were exactly what he wanted. He was excited to see how Ada would handle their love scenes. They were so bittersweet on the page, awkward and almost uncomfortable, but such a eye opening moments for Henry, Harry could see Ada mastering them. True to life and life altering. He was excited to see how Ada would frame Tokyo. She'd traveled here, he'd found deep in her Instagram. She was younger, and there were lots of emojis and exclamation points. Those were largely absent from her current social media presence. He wasn't sure if that was due to her falling in love with Japan, like he had, or because she had grown out of effusion. He hoped the latter was not the case. He appreciated enthusiasm, liked it loads better than sophistication. He was excited to meet Ada. Not because she was beautiful, but because he was a fan. And he was damn lucky the scheduling had worked out, and that she was willing to risk her critical capital on him. Risk the buzz around her on a rom com. It could be a really good movie. He knows, and bankable. He could be bankable, was. It could also be a huge flop, effectively ending his film career for a time and her directorial rise. Harry wasn't sure why she was doing this. It wasn't about money. She'd been raised music royalty and could probably just be rich as a job for her whole life. But she'd gone to really great schools and worked really hard. She'd made a great but uncomfortable film. It was nothing like the film she was going to make with him. Harry was a bit confused about why she had said yes. Sometimes, when he was trying to close a deal, wanted somebody, like Jeff Bhasker, he met them personally. It always did the trick for him. He was charming. Jeff always said people fell a little in love with him. Harry would deny it, if it wasn't mutual. He always fell a little in love with the people he worked with. It was almost never consummated. But he hadn't met Ada. So it hadn't been his famous charm that got her to sign on. Harry hadn't even called. Jeffrey said the negotiations were surprisingly brief. "Is it because our dad knows her dad?" Harry was searching. Why would she take the risk? Irving was compelling, he knew that. "'Maybe, but I think Ada is, like, begrudgingly in the industry, like was looking to make her own name and avoid Garner's large footprints." That’s probably why she stayed away from music, or maybe she had a bad voice. That would do, she needed a flaw. With the Ivy League, and the face, and the taste. What was she doing with him? With his movie? Maybe she was a secret directioner. He laughed out loud and startled the quiet air of his solitary cabin. Unlikely, though that wouldn't be the weirdest or the first. God, what if she had a little thing for him? That would be so awkward. Kinda thrilling too, he bit his lip at the thought. He'd shaken that older woman stigma, but it was still a flavor he enjoyed under the radar. He shook his head at himself. Ada was a woman, women didn't risk their whole lives for his dimples. They didn't have the time. You could come over after their kids were asleep, so long as you left before they got up for school. Or you could spend the night when they were at dads for the weekend or school Holidays. You had to work into their schedule. Like the movie had. Maybe it just fit and she liked the script. It was good and a fresh take on a classic, like Alessandro reincorporating the green and red web. In any case, Harry was a bag of nerves to meet her, his director. Maybe not the way he was for Chris. But he'd met him way later in the process. And that wasn't his ship. He was a member of a big and bright ensemble. He hoped they got along, he hoped she got his dumb jokes, and they had creative chemistry. He hoped she liked him. They finally got to where he could deplane and go straight through customs. He hoped the hour, just gone dawn where it first touched earth, meant he'd be able to get in undetected. He'd gotten lucky a lot lately. The short hair helped. He missed the long locks as much as everybody else, but princes were not allowed rockstar hair so, he'd cut it. His mum favored this length. "Welcome to Tokyo, Mr. Styles,"  a bright eyed customs girl smiled. It was conspiratorial, like she'd helped him pull off a trick. Masa was waiting at the baggage area for him, and had collected his things already. That would be a neat trick, if the private stuff didn’t always come out of the oversized belt to the side.  Plus, it was all worn high end pieces.Masa knew them. They'd lived in his living room going on three times now. "Osu Ha-ri, genki?" His burly friend said. He loved when men were taller than him, then he drew fewer eyes. "Hisashiburi, Masa!" They embraced. He also loved when he was smaller, his wingspan was usually the widest. Not with Masa. He barely remembered how'd they met, Harry thought it had to do with Bell. Something to do with the dog. No, it was the boxing gym; Masa’s business, but the dog was there. But he'd immediately felt comfy and happy. Cozy. That was a feeling Harry had learned to listen to, made sure to include people in his life who made him feel like he was at home immediately. When you essentially run away with the circus at 16, you get homesick. The road family was good, but after time, Harry realized there were people who looked out for you, people who looked out for themselves, and people who used you. The ones that looked out for others, like Cal, and Ben, and the Azoffs, gave him an immediate feeling of home. Like when he would wake up and smell his mom baking, or see her come in with dirt under her nails, or the steam of his favorite mug placed in front of him, but flesh.   Since he'd started his own circus, he'd felt at home with Mitch, especially, which was why he was closest to him and Sarah. And Helene, though that one got complicated a few times, and he'd felt like that with Masa. Or maybe Bell, in any case, he liked seeing them when he was in Japan. As he was setting up arrangements and Jeff had asked him who he wanted for his own Akio, his own Japanese handler, he'd immediately said Masa. Masa has been thrilled, had even wanted Harry to stay with them. "You sure you want to go to the hotel, Ha-ri. We set up the guest room?" Masa took his carry on from him, but was wise enough to not try for the suitcase. Harry could only take so many insults to his man hood. He liked being smaller, but not feeling small. "Nah, man, I couldn't put you guys out, and I have to be on set so early sometimes. I may even sleep in my trailer, if my last time on set is anything to go by." He hefted his brown leather satchel up and rolled his massive-'whole life in a suitcase' bag behind him. "I'd hate to think you guys may be waiting for me." "We wouldn’t mind." Masa, so polite. The Japanese could give the English a run for their money in manners. Masa meant it. He didn't break out any of the pleases Harry had tried to learn last time. There were a lot of ways to say please in Japanese. Harry was relieved Masa didn’t push more. He could stay there, it would be ok. But there would be expectations. "The studio already paid for the hotel." That could be fixed, but Harry knew he would run himself ragged trying to please everybody. He'd see Masa every day and his girl and Bell on weekends, or when they traveled.  And he'd work out at the gym. They'd shoot a little in Kyoto too. And somewhere on an island with gorgeous hot springs. All around Tokyo, mostly. He expected his four legged family to show occasionally. He hoped that the already paid money and set up would be enough. Masa smiled a little bemusedly and hoisted Harry's bag with his journals and toiletries and workout shoes up his shoulder and then tromped to his car. When Harry sat in the front seat, Masa looked at him, "what are you doing?" "You want me to ride in the back?" Harry could tell he looked like a really attractive bug at the moment. "Well, you won't stay at my home, so, figured I was just an employee." Harry stood with the door open trying to figure out how to respond, he felt like his was standing hanging his ass out a window for how exposed he was. Standing outside near an airport of all places. He was stuck, he had no idea he had offended Masa so much. Could they get over this? Would he be pissed for long? Should Harry just stay with him? Dammit. He totally didn't subscribe to the you shouldn't work with friends idea, most of the people he worked with started or became friends. It usually meant trust, not squished toes. Fuck. The grin took over Masa's handsome face a moment later, it was huge, big as the freak out Harry was just engaging in. Then he snorted a laugh that sent Harry's eyebrows way up his forehead. "I'm just fucking with you. Get in before you get photographed, or worse, mobbed!" Masa was coughing by the time Harry had the door closed and was pulling the seat belt on. "That wasn't very funny." Harry shook his head but a laugh was rumbling in his chest too. "That's because you couldn't see your face!" Masa wiped a tear, he was very satisfied with his joke and Harry narrowed his eyes at him. Gemma would pull some shit like this, play on his natural insecurity about upsetting somebody, especially somebody he cared about, and then crack up in his face. This felt familial. Which was why he had learned to listen to the warm feeling in his gut when he met certain people. They were the best ones. And they made the traveling circus home. Masa was home. Japan in a person. He had lived in the U.S. as a teenager, and was fluent in English, which helped him teach Harry Japanese. He even got English humor, though Harry's puns were inevitably lost on him. Lost on everyone. "Alright, Jesus. You're not that funny. Keep your eyes open, so we make it to the hotel in one piece. Just for that I should make you be a chauffeur and ride in the back of the car." "You won't. You'll feel too off. Besides, I can drive and laugh at you, I suspect I'll get really good at it the next couple months." He grinned like an ass Harry's way. "So what's the next couple days like, the itinerary I got is kinda bare at first." "I think that's to do with people arriving, Ada, the director, is coming right off some work in New York, and flights and delays and crews and entourages." He made a ‘you know’ gesture. Masa just looked at him, and Harry had to laugh. His life was weird. Most abnormal normal person ever. "But, anyway, I'm supposed to, um, wow the river!" And he pointed to the bright sun spot on the water and got totally distracted. He loved this city. "Do you want me to stop?" Masa asked, put on his indicator. He knew Harry was going to be impossible to distract from the sight until he really saw it, maybe wrote on it. It was quiet. Harry thought he could chance it. So he nodded, barely waited for the car to stop before he stepped out, on what would soon be a very crowded bridge and stood, bathed in the opening day. This could be a good thing, a great start of something. This morning felt like it. This movie was the beginning of something, big. He was terrified. But he tried to do things that scared him. And this movie was going to bring up the perpetual questions about his sexuality. Harry was ready to just say the obvious. But point out that actors didn’t need to be lgbtq to play a character who was. He was scared of this too, because he didn’t like the pressure to define himself, to be definite. He liked fluidity, ambiguity. But he’d do it, for the film. Maybe to stop the question once and for all. That made him laugh, unlikely.

He’d tested it out in the mirror a lot when the movie got the greenlight. ‘I’m bisexual.’

‘I fall for people, not women or men necessarily.’ ‘I like both.’ It didn’t really matter, but the question was the bad penny that kept turning up, so he’d lay it to rest, say he was bi, and hope nobody pressed, like that awful woman in that Bowie interview. He hoped some progress had been made. He hoped lots of things.

Harry was so glad Jeff was coming and that he had Masa. He could do it as long as he stayed near people who made him safe, like Jeff and Masa.

He hoped Ada felt like family, like ichariba chode. Like Masa taught him. Friends that feel like home. Harry loved that the Japanese had a word for his abstracted feelings. That would make it easier for him to slip into character. This prince in an ivory tower with high expectations,myriad rules, and attraction to something uncommon. It was much closer to him than Alex, his previous role. He felt good, like this moment was an omen. He took it in like he did the crowds at his shows, looked over the water like it was a whole sea of people who thought he was amazing. He could be amazing. He hoped Ada thought so. He couldn't wait to meet Ada. He was terrified. It was three days later when she made it to set. She was late, so the production had started without her. Just coverage and blocking. They couldn't get too far behind. So the producers urged the A.D. to get going. It was going well, Harry felt like he'd made a good opening salvo by renting the karaoke hall last night. He'd sung with each group, in each room, even took requests. They were out until really late. He knew he looked slightly worse for wear, he hoped Ayae’s eye patches took down the bags. She made some very unhappy noises over the concealer this morning. His balance, which sucked most days, was always worse when he was hungover. It was why he rarely drank when he had to perform. He really shouldn't have last night. But you have to drink when you’re being toasted. He got toasted a lot. After every song. Before every song. During musical breaks. He was feeling really queasy, having trouble staying on his mark when he heard a new voice. The whole room was angled it's way. "Sorry," her voice was huskier than he expected. It was...nice. "I think they grounded every damn plane on the eastern seaboard. I was afraid I might have to reenact the movie Terminal. Get a set of toiletries at the overpriced shop, buy myself a blanket to go with the travel pillow I wore like a necklace for three days." The pillow necklace was still on, and it dawned on Harry that she had come straight from the airport. The pattern on the pillow was wild, kinda seemed to be moving. He needed some water. Wow, he felt a little like he was on a tilt o wheel.  She was really pretty. Better than her photos and she was dragging her suitcase. He should help her. Harry rushed up to take her bag, and lost his balance. Pulled his Harry special and tripped over his own pigeon toed feet. Ada reached out to grab him and he fell face first into her cleavage. He knew his cheeks were red, well, if they weren't green. The motion angered his tender stomach. The croissant he'd hoped would calm his belly came up, he missed her cleavage, but it splattered, green and chunky all over her Gucci trainers.

He should have bought those, was his thought before they got covered in sick. "Fuck!"  Ada screamed and jumped back from him. Just keeping ahold to keep him aloft but trying to get out of the way of his spew. He felt more than embarrassed, like when he'd got caught saying pussy on TV. But mom wasn't here to ground him this time. What a shit first impression! Only way out was through. He didn't even try a charming smile, the spit trail would ruin it. "Hi, sorry, I'm Harry."

[corvvii]

Working on a new blog that will include all of my alts because my tag scheme on this one is thoroughly fucked and I’m too lazy to fix it! Should be up by the time Crystal launches. I wanna code everything from scratch myself, including a dossier page so I can keep all my character bios and my OOC info in one place.

Preview of who you can expect, characters-wise—

(Main) Leonnaux Altoix: scholar, mage, part-time mixologist, and corvid enthusiast. Director of Alizarine and leader of the Ebonguard, ostensibly. Enjoyer of good music and high fashion. From Gridania, lives in Ul’dah. Duskwight. Alchemist and arcanist for now, pending plot.

(@ Beginning of SB) Percival Rigel: widowed monetarist left her wife’s trading company after the Calamity. Enjoyer of fine dining and sharp objects. Born in Ala Mhigo, a homeland she barely knew. Lives in Ul’dah. Highlander. Rogue, but you didn’t hear it from her.

(@ Beginning of HW) Wren Leyland: travelling musician always in search of new venues and new drinks. Stricken by a peculiar wanderlust, and has some talent for mapmaking. Enjoyer of sight-seeing and bar brawls. Past is a mystery, doesn’t seem to have a home. Midlander. Bard, of course! Probably dual specs pugilist ‘cause short people are closer to hell.

(Needs Jump) Emrys Noire: crooked journalist with a streak for smearing people who piss him off as the presses, and a sometimes Sharlayan spy. Enjoyer of rhetoric and theatre. Born in Sharlayan but will claim Ul’dah as his homeland. Midlander. No real IC job, needs jump so undecided. Will probably decide based on glamours.

Am also toying with a Garlean character concept and will probably take Viera for a spin in the benchmark to see if it spawns any ideas. Also some undeveloped character inklings for a Keeper, a Raen, and an Ishgardian...

Everyone will get shiny new LFRP posts when my new blog is done too!

I need to finish a members page for my FC though, so that’s higher priority. After I code all this stuff I will probably also see about coding themes for Alizarine and Ebonguard from more or less the ground up, cause their themes feel super stale and aren’t doing everything I want them to do.

If I’m happy with all the codes I need to make maybe I’ll release them for public use!

[lightwarring]

REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. // ESTELLE CASTAGNIER RULES. repost ,   don’t  reblog  !  good  luck  !

TAGGED. @cielcrd​ tysm for this !! TAGGING. did it at luke’s answer sheet.

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Erina ( 恵里菜 ) ‘ Estelle ‘ Castagnier. 

NICKNAME: Elle ( by luke ), luckless golem ( by laiph ) 

AGE: 24

BIRTHDAY: 12th sun of the fourth Umbral Moon (12 August)

ETHNIC GROUP: Midlander hyur, half doman.

NATIONALITY: Ul’dah

LANGUAGE(S): Because of the echo, she knows most forms of languages

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single, Pending engagement she’s trying to get out of

CLASS: Lower class

HOMETOWN / AREA: Eastern Thanalan

CURRENT HOME: Castagnier inn

PROFESSION: Warrior of light, sort of. Part time server at the Quicksand

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Ash brown and till her collarbone with bangs reaching till her brow. 

EYES: Dark brown with big irises. Usually has a spark or energy in them, becomes narrowed and focused when working on a task at hand.

NOSE: Small and average

FACE: Triangle shaped with a smooth jawline

LIPS: Small but notably a tad pouty and in the color of cherry red.

COMPLEXION: Fair and smooth.

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Has a medium length one walking down her left side after being attacked by a monster when her star globe becomes weathered during battle.

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 163 cm

WEIGHT: 55 kg

BUILD: Average height and quite lean. Typical curves that a woman would have.

FEATURES: Nothing too outstanding.

ALLERGIES: -

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Tied up loosely with a band along the crown of her head.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Welcoming and friendly. As the daughter of the inn, she is used to greeting people and customers. Her eyes usually shine when her friends talk, and has face that shows how interested she is in learning about them. 

USUAL CLOTHING: Brown ramie poncho with tights around her legs and wears short boots. Wears a flower at the left side of her head.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): Ghosts, being rejected (again), losing, failing on promises she made, wolves

ASPIRATION(S): Wants to beat Garleans’ asses and expand her family’s inn.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Strong willed, optimistic, big hearted, energetic, extroverted, expressive, supportive, loyal

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, laid back, slow, forgetful, headstrong, gullible, obstinate, very laid back

ZODIAC: Leo

TEMPERAMENT: Hot

SOUL TYPE(S): Priests / Server

ANIMALS: A butterfly

VICE  HABIT(S): Pride, becoming too overstimulated, overexcited and ends up exhausting herself, is really competitive with laipheaux

FAITH: In herself.

GHOSTS?: No, no, no, no, no.

AFTERLIFE?: Maybe.

REINCARNATION?: Maybe.

ALIENS?: It might be cool to think about.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Liberal.

ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE: At the moment, she is saving as much as she could so she doesn’t really shop unless it’s really necessary.

SOCIO POLITICAL POSITION: No opinion

EDUCATION LEVEL: Pugilist guild, astrologian guild, before that - at a lower tier level.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Cassius Castagnier ( biological )

MOTHER:  Kaiyo Harumi ( biological, deceased )

SIBLINGS: Luke Castagnier ( adoptive )

EXTENDED FAMILY: The other children at the inn.

NAME MEANING(S): Derived from ‘ stella ‘, meaning star.  ( 恵里菜 ) comes from the kanji of  恵 ( blessing ),  里 ( village ) and  菜 ( vegetable or some sort ), which is her mother’s happiest experience when she first left her homeland and into Girdania and met her father.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: One of the bearers of the echo and various warriors of light that was chosen by Hydaelyn to fight as her companion.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Doesn’t like reading and tries not to. Picture books are more of her favourite, along with recipes and books with historical paintings.

MOVIE: None

5 SONGS: None

DEITY: Oschon

HOLIDAY: Starlight Celebration

MONTH: July

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Quicksand, Costa del Sol

WEATHER: A sunny day with blue skies and white clouds.

SOUND: Chattering from a crowd, chimes on wind bells, many laughter, soothing voices

SCENT(S): -

TASTE(S): Adventurous and rich, willing to test the flavors with her cooking and food.

FEEL(S): Chiffon fabric and the tenderness of meat

ANIMAL(S): Rabbit

NUMBER: 8

COLORS: Red, green

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Cooking, mining, drinking competitions, organizing, teasing

BAD AT: Reading, directions, sitting still, luck based games, pre planning

TURN ONS: 

TURN OFFS:

HOBBIES: Cooking, going to the market, 

TROPES: The Gadfly, The Social Expert, And Now You Must Marry Me, Mirthless Laughter, The Rival ( to Laipheaux )

AESTHETIC TAGS: Sundress, food, cakes, white cottages, mountains and rocks, tarot decks, hairstyles, sunflowers, glass ornaments, starry night skies, constellations

GPOY  QUOTES: Not sure what this is.

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC(S): Herself

ALT FC(S): Can’t think of any.

OLDER FC(S): Well... she IS an adult.

YOUNGER  FC(S): Can’t think of any.

VOICE CLAIM(S): Kana Hanazawa - Japanese. demo

GENDERBENT FC(S): None.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR CHARACTER YOUR WAY IN THEIR OWN MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED, WHAT STYLE WOULD IT BE FILMED IN, AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT?:

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Q2: WHAT WOULD THEIR SOUNDTRACK / SCORE SOUND LIKE?:

-

Q3: WHY DID YOU START WRITING THIS CHARACTER?:

A long time before Luke. I think I started her character in game for like... one or two years ago but I only added her in this blog after Luke since I wanna revive her and see what I can do with the small identity I gave her before I mained Luke.

Q4: WHAT FIRST ATTRACTED YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?:

As I played her, in my head, she seems to be a very upbeat and obliging person when asked for help - probably because she hates doing nothing too. And that I feel she has a sisterly vibe too. I also like how she can be at ease with people and has her own social grace, really loves chatting and listening to others. Man, I wish I had half the energy that she has.

Q5: DESCRIBE THE BIGGEST THING YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE:

Hmmm, it’s the competitive part, probably. I don’t really like competitions myself and I’m a very, very low key person. 

Q6: WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOUR MUSE?:

The fact that we’re both girls ?? lmao. We’re kinda like polar opposites, to be honest - but that’s what makes it fun for me to write her. I guess one of the common things I have with her is we like to settle and resolves things quickly and then move on rather than beat around the bush, complicate things and drag it on and on. We don’t hold grudges either.

Q7: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT YOU?:

Probably feels that I should get my ass off my room from time to time. And maybe stop trying to shorten my own lifespan with my cooking. Man,,,,,, she does not agree with what I throw into the wok. She’s friendly though so she still feels pretty okay with me. 

Q8: WHAT CHARACTERS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE INTERESTING INTERACTIONS WITH?

With my other muse, Laipheaux ( man, he is famous with my two muses, huh ). They have a friendly rivalry, mostly due to the fact that they can’t fully understand each others’ behavior well but still able to feel a sort of caring vibe from the other. Laiph didn’t think so at first until he realizes that Estelle still gave him birthday presents like she do with everyone else and left the grand company in girdania for reasons involving him too.Estelle, though she doesn’t read too much into things, acted with Laiph pretty much like she does with friends and didn’t have the same thought process about their relationship like he does. Though they used to roughhouse a lot, they’re much more calmer with each other ( at times, yeah ).

Q9: WHAT GIVES YOU INSPIRATION TO WRITE YOUR MUSE?:

Like in Luke’s answer sheet, my love for the game. Also that I really wanted to start writing female characters who aren’t outright tough and badass like Merlwyb. Sort of trying to exit my comfort zone and see how I can have fun trying new things. Estelle is still a strong character in her own right though, but has a sort of sisterly / motherly vibe ??

Q10: HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE YOU TO COMPLETE?:

Faster than Luke’s page now that I know how this works lol

[dippedanddripped]

Two years ago, Paula-Andrea, who prefers to go by her first name only, was flying to San Francisco for work, anxiously awaiting the pat-down she knew she’d receive from TSA. Navigating airport security had become nerve-wracking for the 28-year-old DACA recipient. This was not only because of her status, but also because of two words that were imprinted on her gray sweatshirt: visa issues.

“I’m going through TSA and this woman [notices what I’m wearing] and says, ‘Oh, visa issues. My mom has visa issues,’ and she starts telling me her mom’s story while she’s patting me down,” Paula-Andrea said. “Then I get on my flight and the stewardess comes over, brings me a drink, and starts talking to me about her own visa issues and her journey because she migrated from Peru.”

Paula-Andrea created her brand Visa Issues out of frustration with her status and the jarring language of immigration notices. Fleeing Cali, Colombia after the Pablo Escobar era, she emigrated to the United States at 11 years old and didn’t learn until she was applying for college that her father brought her here with unauthorized documents. Now a 30-year-old photographer living in Brooklyn, Paula-Andrea has amplified a topic that was unspoken in her family and was snubbed in recent presidential debates.

From the “Green Card Lottery” military jacket to tie-dye shirts indicating “the emotional unrest visa issues can bring,” Paula-Andrea’s brand marries minimalist streetwear and politics. Using muted tones inspired by her own Employment Authorization ID, she places the brand’s logo “on the heart, present, heavy and jarring.” The backs of pieces are adorned with a phrase always located atop Homeland Security forms: “This notice does not grant any immigration status or benefits.”

After creating her first sweatshirt two years prior, what inspired Paula-Andrea to finally launch her brand was the Black Lives Matter movement.

Paula-Andrea said, “I’ve struggled so much with being an Afro-Latina, not having an identity in this country and not truly understanding the system that I’m forced to be a part of. When the Black Lives Matter movement started about six years ago, something really resonated with me, but I didn’t know what. When the pandemic began and George Floyd was killed, that set off so much in me.”

Though Visa Issues addresses immigrant rights, a perennial issue, many brands have latched onto activism in the Trump era. Aside from climate activism protests at Fashion Week in September 2020, Patagonia launched a limited-edition collection of shorts with subtle tags reading, “Vote the Assholes Out.” And in 2017, Slow Factory launched a line of scarves speaking directly against Trump policies.

“[We] launched a ‘Banned scarf’ showing a NASA image of Middle-East North Africa with the words ‘Banned’ crossed out on it. The scarf was accompanied by a flight jacket with the first amendment written in Arabic on the back and in English inside. Both items were featured as part of the Contemporary Muslim Fashions exhibition, that is now on view at the Cooper Hewitt, and both were a commentary on the Muslim ban,” said Céline Semaan, executive director of Slow Factory.

Evident in the commodification of Black Lives Matter and Pride apparel, clothing lines centered around social justice appear to be the latest fad. Semaan said risks still exist for Black, brown and Indigenous designers who are vocal in situations of injustice and that a lot of work lies ahead for the fashion industry, which has been built on “exploitation of the Earth and the Global South.”

To safely promote her brand amid Covid-19, Paula-Andrea relies on social media, including paid posts on Instagram, as well as word of mouth and “Visa Issues” stickers she posts throughout Brooklyn’s Bed-Stuy neighborhood.

Currently, Visa Issues has an Instagram highlights section titled “Request Pending,” featuring details on the difficulties Paula-Andrea has had in attempting to promote her brand on the platform.

“This account often gets reported and my ads are rarely approved,” one post reads. “If they are, it’s due to an appeal process. The irony is baffling. I have to appeal for my right to be here.” According to notifications from Instagram, certain ads by the brand are not approved, “Because it asks a direct question to, or makes an assumption about a user’s personal attributes (ex. “Don’t let a cold get you down” or “Are you a cancer survivor?”). This type of language can feel like an invasion of a person’s privacy, which is something we strive to protect.”

Paula-Andrea said she has encountered hostility while wearing the clothes, has seen Trump 2020 stickers plastered on top of hers and has received accusations of exploitation on Instagram.

Essence associate fashion editor Nandi Howard recalled the backlash Pyer Moss endured in 2015, addressing anti-Black violence long before the murders of George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery and Breonna Taylor, among others.

“Because it spoke about the police brutality, prior to becoming a big conversation in the fashion industry, nobody wanted to buy from him and he almost lost his brand,” she said. “We’ve seen a lot of brands come out with these initiatives to support Black entrepreneurs and Black creatives and, with all due respect, a lot of it is performative.”

Regardless, Paula-Andrea said she hopes the current movement isn’t ephemeral. Instead, she wants it to spark an ongoing conversation that addresses interconnecting oppression, and allows immigrants and anyone affected by these issues to feel safe telling their story.

“I tried to use this sweatshirt in an angry way. But I realized that it was so much bigger than my anger. I want to give agency to folks like me, who, for so long, couldn’t speak about this and still can’t,” Paula-Andrea said.

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Alice Info

Full name: Alice Rosalya Kingsley

Species: Human

Age: 12 ( verse dependant )

FC(s): Elsie Fisher || Mia Wasikowska

Bio: Alice is a young British girl whose mind often wanders and imagines the most impossible scenarios. She has a very active imagination and doesn't have that much of a problem believing in the impossible. And, while she’s very educated and formal, Alice is still a child, and her carefree attitude arises even during the most inappropriate scenarios.

There was a moment in her life where her mind wandered so off that in her dreams (while unaware that it was a dream until the very end) she was in a fantastical, strange and wonderful land Alice nowadays calls 'Wonderland'. All the impossible was possible and there was no logic to be found -- or at least, hthe logic she was more accustomed to had no place in Wonderland, since their logic was found in insanity.

Note: Follows movie events; debating whether or not to include the Tim Burton movie as part of my canon.

[ MAIN || INBOX || HEADCANONS || VISAGE || MUSINGS ]

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V001: Curioser and Curioser

Default main verse, which takes place after the events of the animated classic. Nothing much to explain here.

V002: In a Wonderful and Strange Land

Crossover verse, which is mainly for any interactions where Alice is in a magical or fantastical place like Wonderland or Neverland. The age may vary from 12 to 18, it will happen whenever I feel like or if I plotted something with another mun in this verse.

V003: Youngest Princess of Heart

A Kingdom Hearts verse. Alice would’ve never imagined herself as a princess, but turns out she is… on a very technical level. Because her heart is completely devoid of darkness, the young girl is one of those few people who have a pure heart filled with light. There are only seven, those seven are called the Seven Princesses of Heart.

Although she may no longer be an official Princess of Heart, as her light moved on to someone else, that doesn’t mean Alice isn’t involved in the grand battle. She, alongside the other princesses, have all gathered to train; turns out, the keyblade deemed them worthy to become wielders! Her keyblade is Lady Luck.

EDIT ABOUT ABOVE: Some lil extra information, with this verse, if I feel like it or is requested by a mutual, I can use this new meta in rps and interactions. That is if it is desired. This is a silly AU within a verse, after all, an idea born from some friends over Discord which I got hooked on.

V004: A Very Imaginative Child

Default modern verse, in which she’s just a normal child living in the heart of England ( aka, London ) with her parents and big sister. Aside from trying to keep up with getting good grades in school ( which doesn’t always happen ), Alice also has to keep going to her piano lessons – but it’s very hard when she herself is a very curious, creative and imaginative child.

V005: Numbuh 1865

KND verse. There isn’t much to say other than she’s been an agent for a few years now and primarily works in Sector E, her homeland of England, but can travel to the Moon Base or other parts of the world if it is required.

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CONNECTIONS

Cheshire Ranmaru :: [ Bae ]

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S/i: who the fuck

Homelander: LANGUAGE

S/i: whomst the fuck--

Hl:.....

Butcher: WHICH ONE OF YOU CUNTS--

HL:I give up

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Trump Plans to Oust Nielsen at Homeland Security

President Trump has decided to remove Homeland Security Secretary Kirstjen Nielsen, the Washington Post reports. Her departure from the administration is likely to occur in the coming weeks, if not sooner. Trump canceled a planned trip with Nielsen this week to visit U.S. troops at the border in South Texas and told aides over the weekend that he wants her out as soon as possible, officials said. The president has complained about what he views as Nielsen’s lackluster performance on immigration enforcement and is believed to be looking for a replacement who will implement his policy ideas more quickly. The announcement could come as soon as this week. Trump has changed his mind on personnel decisions before, and Chief of Staff John Kelly is fighting Nielsen’s pending dismissal and attempting to postpone it. Kelly’s future in the administration also is shaky.

Nielsen has been reluctant to leave the administration before reaching the one-year mark as secretary on Dec. 6, but she has been unhappy in the job for several months. Trump has berated her during Cabinet meetings, belittled her to other White House staff and tagged her months ago as a “Bushie,” a reference to her service under President George W. Bush and meant to cast suspicion on her loyalty. When Nielsen has tried to explain the laws and regulations that prevent the government from drastically curtailing immigration or  closing the border with Mexico, as Trump has suggested, the president has grown impatient and frustrated. Nielsen’s departure would leave a leadership void at the third-largest federal agency, which has 240,000 employees and a $60 billion budget. The deputy secretary job at DHS has been vacant since April, and the White House has not submitted a nomination to Congress. The day-to-day task of running the agency could fall to undersecretary Claire Grady.

Trump Plans to Oust Nielsen at Homeland Security syndicated from https://immigrationattorneyto.wordpress.com/

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VATICAN CITY (AP) — Pope Francis has accepted U.S. prelate Theodore McCarrick’s offer to resign from the College of Cardinals following allegations of sexual abuse, including one involving an 11-year-old boy, and ordered him to conduct a “life of prayer and penance” in a home to be designated by the pontiff until a church trial is held, the Vatican said Saturday.

Francis acted swiftly after receiving McCarrick’s letter of resignation Friday evening, after recent weeks have brought a spate of allegations that the 88-year-old prelate in the course of his distinguished clerical career had sexually abused both boys and adult seminarians. The revelations posed a test of the pontiff’s recently declared resolve to battle what he called a “culture of cover-up” of similar abuse in the Catholic’s church’s hierarchy.

McCarrick had been already removed from public ministry since June 20, pending a full investigation into allegations he fondled a teenager over 40 years ago in New York City. A man, who was 11 at the time of the first alleged instance of abuse, says a sexually abusive relationship continued for two more decades. McCarrick has denied the initial allegation.

The prelate rose steadily up the U.S. Church’s ranks, from auxiliary bishop in New York City, to bishop in Metuchen, New Jersey, to archbishop of Newark, New Jersey, and then to Archbishop of Washington, D.C., the nation’s capital, the city where the papal ambassador to the United States is based.

While most of the scandals involving pedophile clergy have involved rank-and-file priests, some cases involved bishops, and there are a few involving cardinals, including a current case in Australia of one of Pope Francis’ closest advisers, Cardinal George Pell, who now faces a criminal trial in his homeland.

In the case of Scottish Cardinal Keith O’Brien, accused by former seminarians in 2013 of sexual misconduct, Francis only accepted his resignation after the Vatican’s top abuse prosecutor conducted a full investigation, two years after the first revelations came out.

But the Holy See’s announcement about McCarrick said that Francis was taking action, by isolating McCarrick and ordering penance even before “accusations made against him are examined in a regular canonical trial.” In addition, Francis, “ordered his suspension from the exercise of any public ministry,” indicating he was approving the measure already in effect since last month.

A Catholic University canon law expert, Kurt Martens, noted that this was the first time an order of penance and prayer had been issued before a church trial could take place.

Since he is over 80, McCarrick was already no longer eligible to vote in a conclave to elect a pope. But being a “prince of the church,” as cardinals are sometimes called, is a top honor of the church, and those elevated to that rank are called upon to advise the pope.

Bishops have been implicated in the sexual abuse scandals that have stained the Catholic church’s reputation worldwide for decades now, but often for their roles in covering up for pedophile priests by shuffling them from parish to parish and keeping the faithful in the dark about the allegations about clergy whose pastoral duties often bring them into contact with minors.

Earlier this month, an Australia bishop became the most senior Roman Catholic cleric to be convicted of covering up child sex abuse. Adelaide Archbishop Philip Wilson was sentenced to 12 months in detention by an Australian court in a landmark case welcomed by some abuse survivors as a strong warning to institutions that fail to protect children.

Nicole Winfield contributed to this report.

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DO I SEE YOU SELF INSERTING INTO THE BOYS? /POS PLS TELL US MORE ABT YOUR S/I

Haha! Okay I Will, it might be a lenghty post

(Separator thing made by me)

My s/is name is Jerico Castro (decided to change up the last name for once). Shes a "freelance" hero under the name "Riot Girl" (from the punk band Riot Poison Girl). Shes more of an activist hero, she advocates for rights and makes sure protestants are safe.

She used to be best Friends with Homelander (well...both liked eachother) and knew eachother since childhood, (un my cannon homelander was born naturally, but had a dysfunctional family). And they were super close, two peas in a pot.

They joined vought togheter to become heros, but as John got into the bad side of being a comercial hero, my s/I and him drifted appart.

At one point my s/I leaves vought and starts fighting back against the govt.

Vought starts spreading this idea that homelander and riot girl are enemies, cause typucal white patriot boy and latine/inmigrant advocate that "comes to break traditional values" dont mix togheter and they are hoping to turn the people against Riot Girl (whose an absolute menace for tjem).

John doesnt like this one bit, and though he barely talks to my s/I these days, they still hang out at her appartment every once in a while.

Both love eachother but S/I doesnt know if John loves her more than all the fame and fake validation he gets. (He does. Hes just a coward).

My s/is powers are centered around lifting people up and energy. She can boost a person's physical capabilites (including hers), but also make a feeling grow stronger. From this she can also take that energy you feel at protests And make hard light objects (but electricity/heat/any powersource also works!)

But because of this she has a fast metabolism And has to eat a lot and have a good diet. Since she burns a lot of calories.

John and her are painfull pinning for eachother but lets say that homelander screw things hard, but she loves Him enough to let him Keep the keys to his place.

Homelander also knows that s/I wont take any bullshit against protesting and advocating, and since his hands are tied with Vought that becomes one of the main tension points of their relationshipp.

But nonetheless, they still hug occasinally, or share a bed when John stays the night and both love eachother so much...but shes waiting on homelander to choose between her and his ego.

As a couple tho, they both live a calmer life, John turns against vought and supports Riot Girl on her protests, he loves her sm. And slowly leans into that opposites attract as a joke, they have playfull banter about it constantly.

Heres as much as I have of her (ill make a post about butcher at some point) but yeah. Hope u like it!! (Okay to reblog, only mutuals tho)

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No but home.lander and my s/I being painted like mortal enemies

My s/i: latine,advocates for rights for minorities, speaks up against goverment.

HL: typical american white boy, vought is affiliated with the govt.

Home.lander would hate it so much but wouldnt say anything until he realizes that what hes doing is wrong.

So much angst possibilites.

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I made a small playlist for my Home.lander. fic (oneshot?) And so far 3/4 songs are from glass.animals. yep loads of angst

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Gentle Giant

Cw: none.

Only mutuals okay to reblog.

Summary: John is scared of a poodle.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown @mercuryships @80sboyfriends

He was scared of a poodle. Well..not scared of the dog but rather More like scared of hurting it.

The small white poodle curled up at the feet of her owner, homelander put a carefull hand ontop of the dogs head, scratching it.

--thats cute-- Jeri comments putting down her book.

--I just hope I wont hurt it...-- he said feeling his girlfriend lean on him and hug his free arm.

The dog yawns crawling on Johns lap, curling up there.

--I cant move now-- He joked burying his face on his lovers hair.

--Good, stay with us...-- Jerico muttered nuzzling his collarbone.

He laughed scratching under the dogs chin, that tries to trap his hand with her paws.

--She's adorable-- homelander commented.

--She is,isnt she?-- jerico answered, kissing his cheek-- I can appreciate you being carefull...

--I was scared of hurting her on accident, Like I am scared of hurting you...

--I know you arent aware of your strenght sometimes but I know you would never hurt me or my dog

--Heh..I appreciate the vote of confidence-- he presses a soft kiss to her lips and smiles.

Soon the dog starts barking and clawing at his hand-- didnt know she was the jealous type

Jerico giggled hugging his arm tighter-- Hes mine, Anita

Anita didnt hear and kept on clawing at the Mans hand.

--okay okay-- John said laughing-- easy Anita, easy

Jeri stared at her boyfriend, the homelander. The scary superhero was a gentle Giant, it made her heart melt seeing him so relaxed, smiling.

--Take a picture,itll last longer babe-- the Man joked.

--Haha, sorry, I love seeing you happy like this

He lifted her face up by the chin carefully, pressing his forehead against hers, closing his eyes, smile growing-- youre the reason im happy...I love you...