#right up to the day when these atoms return to these exact molecular structures

[lesbian-yaoyorozu]

Atoms and Circuits, Hand in Hand

Summary: Yaoyorozu insists to herself and to Hatsume that all this "making Hatsume rare metals and materials when she needs them" business is not going to become a regular thing. 

It becomes a regular thing.

Pairing: Yaoyorozu x Mei Hatsume (Momomei)

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I’m reposting this because I kind of messed up the tags the first time around so it didn’t show up in searches very well. Hope you guys enjoy!

With her Quirk as centered around knowing the exact structure of objects as it is, Yaoyorozu doesn’t think it’s anything exceptional that she’s interested in how things are built. Learning how to create a new object usually takes a period of days to weeks- learning or refreshing her knowledge on the required molecular structures, memorizing the layout of the object inside and out, creating several beginning, undetailed versions of the object to get a general feel for it (rough drafts, she calls them) as well as making every material individually, and finally, after much practiced visualization, making her first attempt at the finished product. She’s gotten better at the beginning stages over the years as her experience with different molecular structures and materials grew, sometimes shortening it to a day or less, but working out the kinks and then learning how to produce the object consistently on the fly with little preparation always took a long time.

Maybe that’s why she’s interested in the support course girl, Mei Hatsume. Yaoyorozu sees the way she painstakingly designs and builds her inventions and feels a small degree of familiarity; putting parts together feels exactly like putting molecules together, just on a larger scale. She’s fascinated by engineering and the thought that must be put into building something new, instead of learning how to memorize a blueprint and recreate it.

It’s obvious that Mei Hatsume is a genius. Her plan was audacious and bold, hinging on her inventions being good enough to run circles around Iida without even focusing on beating him as the objective. And it paid off- Yaoyorozu has heard that out of the fifty support companies in attendance, not one of them didn’t express interest in Mei Hatsume. This girl is going to grow up to be one of the smartest engineers and support item designers of her time, and Yaoyorozu can see it.

Despite her curiosity, however, Yaoyorozu has never found a good enough reason to spend the time to go down and meet her. Her first chance is after they start training for the Provisional License Exam, when she goes to see if her costume could possibly be improved. She can’t think of any real changes that could be made, but then again she’s not in the support course. She decides to go just in case there’s some perspective she’s missing.

She opens the door and there’s a bang, something’s rocketing at her face, too fast to react, and she throws up her hands-

It stops at the last moment. A pink head pops around it, and Yaoyorozu suddenly notices the hands clamped on either side of the object that must have caught it at the last second.

“That got away from me for a second there! ” Mei Hatsume says breezily, and swiftly yanks the device back and tucks it under her arm. Yaoyorozu blinks owlishly and slowly lowers her hands, still half-convinced she’s about to be hit in the face, as Hatsume pushes up her goggles. “Propellant devices, so hard to control sometimes- oh, you’re another one from the hero course aren’t you, looking for support items?”

In a flash, she’s back at her workbench, shoving aside a mix of papers and unidentifiable bits of metal to slam down the device with a thunk loud enough to make Yaoyorozu wince.

“What’s your Quirk, because I have a new baby- oh, never mind, it’ll work for you no matter what your Quirk is!” She whips around, a new device in her hands. “An omni-directional kickback inducer! Put it on the soles of your shoes to get just a little bit more spring in your step, and you’ll jump a whole couple of meters higher-” Hatsume’s rushing at her with an eager look in her eyes looking ready to slap it onto Yaoyorozu if that’s what it takes, and Yaoyorozu panickedly shoots a barrier out of her arm to cut her off.

“Oof-” She slams into it, and all of Yaoyorozu’s sense of shame returns at once.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She steps forward to help, but Hatsume pops back up quickly. While she's distracted, the misshapen object finishes sliding out of Yaoyorozu’s arm and clatters to the ground.

“Neat, what kind of Quirk is that?” Hatsume says cheerfully without missing a beat. Yaoyorozu opens her mouth to answer but Hatsume beats her to the punch. “You’re creating something out through your skin, aren’t you, huh?” Hatsume grabs her arm and yanks it up to her eyes, studying it. Yaoyorozu realizes abruptly that seeing a girl fighting from hundreds of feet away doesn’t translate to knowing her personality.

“Er- yes,” Yaoyorozu stutters, attempting to take back some control in the conversation as Hatsume lets go of her arm, having evidently concluded that there’s nothing special to be found there. “I can create any object I want as long as I know the molecular structure of what I’m making.” Yaoyorozu suddenly remembers that she came down here for possible advice in the first place and rushes to keep talking. “My body breaks down fat cells and turns them into atoms that then are shaped into what I create. So, um, I need to eat much more in order to fuel that, and because they come out of my skin the objects I can create are ultimately limited in size.”

Yaoyorozu has been talking with Hatsume for barely a minute, but for the first time, Yaoyorozu sees her pause. Hatsume’s eyes flicker back down to Yaoyorozu’s arm for a second again before locking on hers. Her eyes are unexpectedly focused. “So, you don’t have the space for bulky support items because you need as much skin open as possible.”

Yaoyorozu nods.

They stay in place for a fraction of a second longer before something clicks in Hatsume’s eyes and she whips around, sweeping her arm across the workbench to clear space again. “Small, then? Tricky, I’ve never made something like that before. Anything on your hands, arms, and legs, anything too large on your torso, out of the question…correct?” Hatsume snaps her head around to meet Yaoyorozu’s eyes again.

Yaoyorozu nods quickly. “Yes.”

“Alright!” Hatsume barely pauses before grabbing a piece of paper and starting to write or sketch.

Yaoyorozu stands there watching, finally having a moment to think as Hatsume scribbles. That look in Hatsume’s eyes- it’s the moment of being presented with a problem, and the moment the ideas start rushing in of how to solve it.

A sense of familiarity washes over her again and Yaoyorozu smiles. Maybe she and Mei Hatsume aren’t so different after all.

But still, not too similar, Yaoyorozu thinks a little later as Hatsume yanks her back over with her usual bubbly attitude, ready to show Yaoyorozu what she’s come up with in a minute or less.

They talk for nearly thirty minutes as Hatsume comes up with a fair few ideas and makes many suggestions, half of which are unfortunately ridiculous and which Yaoyorozu has to shoot down immediately. Hatsume usually has a wide variety of support items she pushes on whoever asks, but Yaoyorozu needs items so radically different than most of what she’s designed that she has to start from scratch.

Yaoyorozu apologizes for the trouble but Hatsume cheerfully waves it off, saying she likes a challenge and that it’s never good to get too used to one way of doing things, anyway.

Near the end of her visit, they’ve mostly wound down from fast-paced discussion and transitioned into Hatsume standing there building some of the items that can be built quickly while Yaoyorozu sits quietly, chatting sometimes about random topics. They wander around, and at some point branch into discussing the curriculum at UA.

“I don’t know how it works in the Hero Course, but in Support they give you a lot of free reign,” Hatsume says, wiggling in a minute screw that Yaoyorozu can’t even see.

“Really? The lesson plan is very structured for us,” Yaoyorozu says.

“I think it’s like that because in Support it all really comes down to your own ideas,” Hatsume grunts, pulling over something Yaoyorozu can’t even identify. “Can you hold this for a second?” she says, handing Yaoyorozu the wrench she was using.

Yaoyorozu takes it, glancing down at it for a second. She does a double take- it’s the wrench she makes, the exact same one down to model and brand that she studied and learned to make back when she was learning to make tools. That’s a coincidence, but it is a common wrench.

“Yeah, anyway, it’s all about what you can create, what you can come up with specifically. But heroing has more strict guidelines on what’s the best thing to do in any given situation.” Hatsume finishes using the...whatever, and holds out her hand. Yaoyorozu gives back the wrench.

Yaoyorozu tilts her head. “That’s interesting.”

“Yeah.” Hatsume pushes at something with the wrench. “I also think that-” Something abruptly gives way and the wrench shoots forward, out the open window. Yaoyorozu jumps.

Hatsume runs over and peers down. “Oh wow, that went really far. I can’t even see it.” She turns and starts to walk toward the door. “Okay, I’m going to have to go find that, if you want to stay here-”

“Wait.” Hatsume stops and looks at her curiously as Yaoyorozu casts her mind back. “That was the Dremel brand, right, the size five wrench?”

Hatsume blinks. “Yeah.”

Yaoyorozu considers for a moment, then closes her eyes and focuses. It’s been a while since she’s practiced making any tools, but she thinks she can do it. She raises her hand up, and a size five Dremel wrench pops out of her palm, easy. “Ah, will this be alright?” sfhe says, holding it out.

Hatsume takes it and flips it over a few times, studying it, as if checking that it’s actually real and the same as the other wrench. She's had that reaction before when she makes objects for other people. "I just didn't want to have to make you spend any more time, since you're doing so much for me already..." Yaoyorozu says awkwardly, slightly regretting the impulsiveness. After a moment, Hatsume’s eyes rise up to study her.

“Yeah, this is perfect,” Hatsume says, and seemingly walks back over to her invention to keep working on it without a second thought. However, Yaoyorozu catches Hatsume looking at her thoughtfully a few times for the rest of the meeting.

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Yaoyorozu doesn’t think about Hatsume for the next few days as she builds some of the support items they both agreed on, except when Hatsume chases her down in the halls to make another suggestion.

She doesn’t wonder why Hatsume seemed so thoughtful when Yaoyorozu made the wrench for her; maybe it was just gratitude. Hatsume is bright and bubbly but she also seems to be something of a loner, who only talks to people when she goes over and talks to them first, usually about support items.

It’s the first time she comes back to pick up and test out what Hatsume’s finished that Yaoyorozu realizes (at least partly) the real reason.

“Right, so, I finished the headset!” Hatsume says, practically shoving it toward Yaoyorozu again.

“Really? I thought that would be one of the longest things to make,” Yaoyorozu says in surprise, taking it and flicking it on with the switch on the side. Hatsume looked borderline insulted when Yaoyorozu had told her she carried a physical dictionary in her hero costume and insisted on making a rudimentary headset for her to wear with a tiny screen and a matching computer holding all the information in her dictionary. Yaoyorozu wasn’t quite ready to switch to it immediately after it only having been built a few days ago, but the fact that it removed the largest weight in her hero costume as well as hopefully made the information more accessible was a good idea. And it would be on her face, one of the only places Yaoyorozu would almost never create something out of.

The screen flickers on with a fluorescent blue to a homepage listing all the materials and blueprints from her dictionary by group. Yaoyorozu is impressed at the depth of what Hatsume can build in such a short time.

“It was one of the more methodically difficult things to make, but a lot of the other babies need materials I don’t have, so they still need time to order and deliver,” Hatsume says casually.

Yaoyorozu blinks. “Oh, like what?”

Hatsume shrugs, fiddling with something on her workbench. “Some magnesium citrate, mostly. UA has a very wide stock but even they can’t have everything.”

Yaoyorozu turns the headset off and on again and swipes through a few of the categories to see if there are any obvious bugs in Hatsume’s coding. There aren’t. She takes another moment to marvel at Hatsume’s ability. “How long does that take to deliver?”

Hatsume hums, still fiddling. “Well, it only takes a few days to deliver. The main problem is that I could only find one person who was selling it who seemed legit, and with them it’s really expensive, so I have to spend some time saving up the money.”

Yaoyorozu instantly rockets off the table she’d been leaning on in shock. “What? You don’t need to do that!” She was already antsy about making Hatsume create whole new designs just for her, but the fact that Hatsume was spending money on this, for her, money she didn’t even have on hand, was downright distressing.

Hatsume waves a hand breezily. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just the experience I can get from building it is good enough.”

“But-!” Yaoyorozu says, distressed.

Now, Yaoyorozu is a rational person. She believes wholeheartedly in the fact that she can’t just go around making anything for herself any time she wants. She knows that it’s virtually impossible for her to actually affect the economy on a mass scale, but it’s the principle of the thing, and the principle is to be a law-abiding citizen. She can’t just make things willy-nilly and skate by by making everything for herself without having to pay for it (especially since she already has money to spare). She makes as much of a point of it as she can to only use her Quirk in situations that really call for it.

But Mei Hatsume probably doesn’t have that kind of money to spare, and she said she actually had to spend time saving it up. For the materials to build something for Yaoyorozu, that she doesn’t even really need (it would be very nice to get it, but it’s nothing that’s going to compromise her training if she doesn’t have it) either. And Hatsume’s stubborn. She’s not going to be talked out of this.

Yaoyorozu is distressed.

Okay- just this once.

“Erm- how much do you- need?” Yaoyorozu says haltingly.

Hatsume sets down whatever she was fiddling with instantly. She’s unusually quiet and Yaoyorozu feels uncomfortably like Hatsume’s watching to see what she does. Hatsume slides off the table she was sitting on to look at her. “Four grams or so.”

Yaoyorozu grabs a nearby empty container and places her hand over it. She recalls the molecular structure (it’s simple enough) and magnesium citrate comes pouring out of her palm with a clatter into the jar. She smiles and holds it out to Hatsume, feeling deja vu to when she made the wrench. “Is this enough?”

Hatsume doesn’t even waste a second before grinning and grabbing it. “Oh yes, this is good!” She turns and sets it down easily on the table. Yaoyorozu blinks.

“You planned that, didn’t you?” she says, putting the pieces together. Yaoyorozu can’t really say she didn’t expect it- Hatsume is one of the most audacious people she knows. If she saw an opportunity, she’d go for it. Yaoyorozu sighs internally. “You were waiting for me to make it for you,” she says, crossing her arms, ready to make a show of polite and official disapproval.

“Yes and no. I wanted to see if you would,” Hatsume says cheerfully, doing something on her desk again (always something else to fiddle or work with, Yaoyorozu muses). “I wasn’t lying, it was super expensive. You can look that up if you want, where to buy magnesium citrate online, the only person selling it is way overpriced. But,” Hatsume shrugs, “you’re a nice person and all, and I knew you’d be able to make it. So I brought it up, and wow you are a nice person.”

Yaoyorozu huffs, but at the same time smiles. She’s not that frustrated for some reason. Maybe because this is just Hatsume Mei, and her absolute audacity is one of the reasons Yaoyorozu likes her in the first place. “Okay but, this can’t become a regular thing,” she says, shaking her head fondly but attempting to be serious. “There are moral and economical reasons why I shouldn’t just use my Quirk like that all the time, you know that right?”

“Of course!” Hatsume chirps, before snatching up the headset from where Yaoyorozu had temporarily set it down to make the magnesium citrate and handing it to her again. “Now, how’s that working? It’s only a prototype so I just made it a touchscreen but we’d obviously need to work on that because you might not have your hands free during battle, so maybe I could work a system where you can navigate based on coded blinks or winks- and of course the battery life is currently terrible, only about fifty minutes…”

Yaoyorozu quickly gets tugged into another discussion of support item options, and forgets about getting her point through to Hatsume about the responsibilities of her Quirk. Hopefully, it won’t become a regular occurrence, even without that.

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It becomes a regular occurrence.

“Hey, Yaoyorozu? About that glove I was working on, I think I might need something extra to make it work-”

“No.” Yaoyorozu is in the hallway between classes, and she tries to keep walking without missing a beat, the way Hatsume does things. Unfortunately, Hatsume starts walking backwards to keep talking to her without missing a beat either.

“But come on!” Hatsume gestures wildly with both hands. It reminds Yaoyorozu faintly of Iida, but more free and unrestrained. “I’m so close. It just needs something to hold it together a teensy bit better and I know exactly where to get it!”

A moment later Yaoyorozu is forced to stop as Hastume shoves a laptop- where did she pull that out from?- in her face. She has barely a moment to focus her eyes on what’s on the screen before Hatsume starts talking. “One supplier online who’s willing to ship to Japan, and he’s in Brazil. Brazil! The shipping fee is through the roof, and he’s overcharging in the first place. Look at this!” Hatsume starts shaking the laptop up and down, which actually makes it harder to look at it.

“I get it, I get it-” Yaoyorozu grabs the laptop to still it, and sees, frankly, the sketchiest website she has ever seen. “Hatsume, I think this is a scam.”

“Yeah, that’s a possibility,” Hatsume says as Yaoyorozu hands back the laptop and starts walking again in an effort to get to class. This time, Hatsume trails slightly behind her instead of walking in front. “But Kendou seemed like she really wanted the gloves.”

Yaoyorozu stops. Inside, she’s already berating herself. “...They’re for Kendou?”

“Yeah, she wanted some gloves that would stretch with her hands but also protect them at the same time. You know, because right now she has to punch things basically with her bare fists? It seemed important.” Hatsume is looking at her oh-so-innocently.

Yaoyorozu chews her lip for a few seconds as she thinks. “Okay, just this one time, okay? I’ll come by later.”

“You’ve actually already done this for me twice now,” Hatsume says cheerfully.

“Well! That ends here,” Yaoyorozu says officially, reminding herself that she is a hero-in-training as well as class vice president. “This is the last time.”

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Yaoyorozu is at lunch when Hatsume drops down into the seat next to her as casual as anything, startling her. That’s a first. They’ve only ever talked in Hatsume’s workshop or in the halls before. “Oh, Hatsume, what are you doing here, how are you-” Yaoyorozu says, trying to exchange pleasantries before Hatsume jumps to whatever she came over here to say. A few of her classmates (Midoriya, Uraraka) turn to look curiously at them.

“Soooo, there’s something I’ve been tinkering on, you know, casually…” Hatsume pulls a paper out of her pocket and stuffs it into Yaoyorozu’s hand. “And it’s even worse than the other ones, it’s not that it’s overpriced, it’s that it’s nowhere online period, and-”

Yaoyorozu unfolds (uncrumples?) the paper and has only scanned it for a few seconds before something clicks in her head and her eyes widen. She quickly glances around while grabbing at and refolding the paper.

“Hatsume, can I talk to you for a second?” Yaoyorozu says with a fake laugh before grabbing Hatsume’s arm and tugging her a good distance away from the table.

“Hatsume, this isn’t legal,” Yaoyorozu hisses, shaking the paper, which she had hurriedly (but neatly) folded seven times.

Hatsume looks completely nonplussed, completely undeterred. She opens her mouth to say something-

“I mean, I actually don’t think this is a legal substance for you to have,” Yaoyorozu cuts across her desperately, ignoring the small ping that says that’s rude. “Not think- I know! You have to get a permit to get access to this stuff!” Hatsume pouts, like she’d been expecting this, as Yaoyorozu shakes the paper again for emphasis.

"How are you so calm?" Yaoyorozu demands. "Il-le-gal. Shouldn't that word mean something to you?"

Hatsume stares at her for a second. "There's a cartel on campus and I'm a part of it," she says with a completely straight face.

A beat passes.

"I-what? Hatsume- Hatsume this is serious!" A giggle starts to float up at the ridiculousness of it, but Yaoyorozu pushes down on it. "Right! Right. This is serious." She takes a small breath. "A permit. A permit! You'd need a permit!"

“Those are for people who don’t know how to use it properly,” Hatsume says, as if explaining something to a first grader. “I do.”

Yaoyorozu is scandalized. “That’s something that’s supposed to be determined by the government, Hatsume, not you, how could you-”

Suddenly, Mina pops up behind her, out of nowhere.“Oh, Hatsume, hi!” she says cheerfully. “What are you doing here?”

Two girls with pink hair and a decidedly casual regard for the rules, as well as a tendency to get overexcited. It’s a bad combination. Yaoyorozu scrambles to fix it.

“Ah, just getting some materials-” Hatsume says brightly, steamrollering all over Yaoyorozu’s plans.

“-discussing some support items she’s making for me!” Yaoyorozu cuts across her hurriedly.

Hatsume looks at her entreatingly. “As long as I use it up fast, no one will ever know-” she wheedles.

“Use what up fast?” Mina says, looking interested. Oh no.

“She just wanted me to help her on some support items she was building,” Yaoyorozu says, then turns to look at Hatsume directly. “Sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’d also at least advise you to try building something else,” Yaoyorozu says, hoping that will be that.

Hatsume tilts her head back and looks at Yaoyorozu consideringly. Then she rolls her eyes and sticks her hands in her pockets before leaning forward, yellow eyes eager. “Okay, so, yeah, I knew that was illegal before I came over-”

“ILLEGAL!? ”

Mina’s shriek is exceptionally louder than Yaoyorozu ever expected, loud enough to be definitely heard by their entire table. Yaoyorozu grabs both their hands and starts running.

“Okay, we’re going now-”

[twelvesignsrp]

congratulations elaina, sagittarius is now imogen song with the faceclaim natasha liu bordizzo

APPLICATION

Character Sign: (Aries/Leo etc.) saggitarius Character name: imogen song Birthday: december 11, 1996 (born a little after 7:00am) Sexuality: pansexual Gender: cisfemale/genderfluid. was raised as and is generally assumed to be female, so she is used to being called she/her, but she’s not picky about pronouns. Moon Sign: sagittarius (ascendent is sagittarius too, ayo! super mega sagittarius!) Faceclaim: natasha liu bordizzo (fc is 22 years old, of chinese-italian heritage)

Power:

electromagnetic force manipulation

undeveloped powers as a child:

when very angry or panicked, imogen would unintentionally shake up or deaden small amounts of EM forces, which could cause a few things:

1. creating heat by overexciting molocules, which can cause things to burn, melt, catch fire, etc. on the other hand, she can slow down and deaden the movement of molecules, creating coldness. in theory, she could freeze things, but because this is more likely to happen when she’s surprised than with any other emotion and surprise wears off so quickly, it’s not as damaging as her heat generation.

2. shaking atoms apart and creating low levels of radioactivity. imogen was diagnosed with a generalized anxiety disorder as a teenager, when her not-infrequent bouts of anger caused her to become physically ill due to undiagnosed mild radiation sickness. they initially wanted to diagnose some form of pmdd, which infuriated imogen because these rages didn’t seem timed to her menstrual cycle in any way- she had to fight to get a realistic diagnosis and ever since then she doesn’t trust medical doctors and avoids them as much as possible. she’s seen a therapist regularly since the anxiety diagnosis, and she’s learned to control negative emotions to an extreme degree, to the point where she almost can’t feel them. this has made her a rather positive and optimistic person, for the most part, but it’s also made her incredibly reckless, believing bad things can’t happen to her. once she discovers this power and begins to develop it, she’s going to have a lot of unaddressed emotions to deal with.

after discovering her powers:

imogen must start learning to control her EM manipulation, which is incredibly difficult and exhausting. for a beginner, it requires intense, very precise concentration that is very hard to maintain intentionally for more than a few seconds.

furthermore, while electromagnetics have been used for certain therapies in a positive way (such as management of bipolar disorder and depression), it can also be incredibly dangerous to humans (causing everything from burns and sunburns to electric shock, damage to vision, or even cancer). using her own powers /always/ exposes imogen herself to the heat-generating, cold-generating, and/or radiation-generating properties of her power. this puts her at a risk for burns any time she uses her power, and puts her at a long-term risk for leukemia.

her powers are incredibly limited by her own knowledge and the information she has access to. for example, while she technically *could*, with enough practice, manipulate chemicals to create a new compound (turn water into wine, so to speak), she doesn’t know anything about chemistry, so she wouldn’t be able to use this skill. she might be able to use it if someone explained the exact chemistry to her, but even then there’s a lot of danger of her messing it up and causing a disaster (to continue with the water/wine metaphor, she could accidentally turn water into poison instead). an entire mission could fall apart because she needs to use EM manipulation to construct a metal tool out of available elements, and she manages to get the shape right, but accidentally builds it out of mercury instead of iron because she forgot the molecular structure.

imogen is not a science person. she’s good with money, she’s athletic, she’s socially smart, but she’s never cared much about science, so she simply does not know enough yet to master most of her power’s capabilities. she needs to do a lot of studying, but she’s starting from zero so it’s going to take a while to learn anything useful. because of the health risks involved, she can’t practice too much, even though this power requires a lot of practice to use. she’s also got to decide what exactly she’ll focus on- if she studies chemistry enough to get good at it, she might not have time to study human physiology, for example. she’s not super studious to begin with, so this is all going to be a big struggle for her, to the point where she may want to stop using her power entirely to avoid the frustration.

What do they study?

finance. she’s in her second year.

Biography:

once upon a time, imogen hated being called lucky. sure, she was born with a few advantages over the average london kid, but it wasn’t like anyone needed to make athing about it. she had money- so what? not even money, really. her father was an investor, you see. it wasn’t until college that imogen came to understand that “investor” is just a fancy word for “professional money have-er”, and that the money in question wasn’t real money, but it still gets counted when people ask you how much you’re worth.

as she got older, imogen grew to hate more things, from certain foods to certain movies to certain people. there was no rhyme or reason to it, either- one day, she’d be perfectly fine and happy and laughing; the next, she’d be a nervous wreck, snapping at every minor offence and disappearing into the bathroom with an upset stomach. surely it was just some pubescent phase, right?

that was the thinking when, after imogen started missing school over her worsening episodes, her parents took her to the doctor to try to find the cause. imogen was hopeful for relief- she certainly didn’t enjoy feeling like a real-life werewolf- but that hope quickly faded when her symptoms were written off as PMDD, maybe PCOS, let’s just take this prescription and see, just give it a try, stop arguing, the doctor’s very busy honey…

she took the pills. she hated the pills. she got sicker. she hated being sick. she got sicker. she hated everything. she got sicker. the pills made her gain weight, so the doctor said she could stop taking them.

maybe a therapist could help.

imogen’s therapist taught her to watch her thoughts drive by; to acknowledge them without judgement and without riding along with them. she taught imogen to let go of negativity and absorb positivity. imogen was a very good student.

she couldn’t be upset.

she couldn’t be angry.

she couldn’t be sad.

she couldn’t be hurt.

nothing could hurt her.

she was fucking bulletproof.

and any bulletproof girl is bound to want to test her armor, right?

Five interesting facts about your character:

imogen is naturally right-handed. her mother is left-handed. as a child, imogen forced herself to learn to do everything left-handed like her mother. she’s now technically ambidextrous.

imogen’s father lost a lot of money in a bad investment deal with imogen was in middle school. she’s studying finance because she doesn’t want to make the same mistake.

imogen has an older sister named wendy and a younger brother named lawrence. wendy is nearly ten years older than imogen, so the two have never been close. lawrence is only two years younger. he is very quiet and polite and just about as opposite imogen as one could be. imogen is closer to lawrence than to wendy, but still not that close.

imogen abandoned her virginity at sixteen when she and her then-boyfriend got stuck at the top of a ferris wheel. it was a fairly mediocre handjob, but very exciting nonetheless. to this day, her favorite kind of sex is when there’s a danger of getting caught.

imogen has two pet cats. she was supposed to only have them freshman year when her best friend went to study in the states and then give them back when he returned, but the friend fell in love, married his boyfriend, and never made any effort to collect the cats.

Character Quote: (Any quote, lyric or poem that you think really describes your character)

and I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organised drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests at night when no one else is alive, or awake, however you choose to see it, and I live in my own flames. Sometimes burning too bright and too wild to make things last or handle myself or anyone else and so I run. Run run run, far and wide until my bones ache and lungs split and it feels good.

– charlotte erikkson, ‘you’re doing just fine’

If your character had a patronus what would it be? and why?

she’d probably be her own patronus, haha.

if she can’t be her own, her patronus would probably be something legitimately scary and likely to charge at you, like a wild boar or a bull (and she thinks it’d be hilarious to unleash a bull patronus on taurus). her method for dealing with bad things is to bulldoze over them and get out the other side as quickly as possible.

WRITING SAMPLE

“why haven’t we made out before?” imogen absentmindedly picked at the clasp on her bracelet, flicking it open and shut with the edge of her already raggedy thumbnail. stretched out on the hood of her best friend’s car, parked in the middle of no-man’s-land, there wasn’t much else to focus on. it was too cloudy to look at the stars.

gael made a point of looking her up and down, before rejecting her with a click of his tongue and a shake of his head. “you’ve got too many boobs. how many times to i have to tell you? i’m a one-or-fewer kind of guy.”

“one or fewer~” she repeated in an exaggerated and truly terrible echo of his spanish accent. “so proper.”

“i’m not the one getting high-”

“hey now, you’re getting just as high as i am!”

“- in my fancy funeral dress. but you do you, gen. you do you.” he laughed.

imogen rolled her eyes. “whatever man. what do people normally do after funerals?”

gael glanced at her for a split second, unsure whether she wanted more stupid banter or an honest answer. “when grandma died, dad and my uncles went somewhere and got real drunk, so….”

imogen exhaled a cloud of smoke for emphasis, holding the joint out to gael. “so i could do worse, is what you’re saying?”

“sure.” he waved her hand away.

“it’s good she’s gone. she was miserable.”

“i know..”

“fuck cancer, man.”

“yeah.” he cleared his throat, and they were both quiet for a while.

“do you feel… are you okay, though?”

“i’m not going to freak out, don’t worry.”

“no, no- like… i mean, it’d be okay to freak out a little, right?”

she shrugs. “nah. won’t bring her back.”

“wouldn’t you feel a little better, though?”

“i feel fine, gael. i’m okay.”

ANYTHING ELSE?

hi! i just want to make sure you know that i (the mun) am not anti-therapy or anti-doctor and i don’t wish to send that sort of message to anyone. imogen, because of her specific life experiences, has issues with doctors and therapists. i think most doctors and therapists are generally good people who have the best of intentions, even when things don’t go well. imogen has a lot of very wrong opinions and beliefs that differ from my own; please don’t worry that i’m as insensitive as she is! i’m nice, i promise ^^

to build on that, i love playing a very humanized antagonist and having my character cause all kinds of problems for the people she interacts with. she’s a mess! mun, however, is pretty low-key and very drama-free, so don’t let imogen’s drama scare you off- it’s all ic. oh, and mun’s favorite color is green~

i look forward to plotting and writing with everyone!!!