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rjalker · 1 year

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Neopronoun flags for each category and explanations for what they mean!

[Plain text: Neopronoun flags for each category and explanations for what they mean!]

All flags here except the neopronoun flag were created by me today, November 28th, 2022!

They are all public domain, meaning you can use them for literally anything you want, no credit necessary, though I will ask that you provide image descriptions whenever possible, and direct people to an basic (not an emoji or art or anything) version of the flag whenever possible!

If you want to change the brightness or contrast, you are welcome to! I did my best to make them accessible, but I'm only nonhuman, so they won't be perfect for everyone!

You can find the Super HD (8000x6410 pixels because these are the templates I use for Redbubble designs) Versions of these images here on the web archive to download and save:

"https://archive.org/details/Neopronouns-categories-flags-and-explanations"

Neopronouns

[Plain text: Neopronouns]

[ID: The neopronouns flag, with stripes of pastel green, cyan, white, pale yellow, and orange. This is followed by another version of the neopronouns flag, now with black text added over top that reads: "Neopronouns (neo + pronouns!) are any pronouns not in 'mainstream' use in the language being spoken! Some examples are: star/stars, ze/hir, it/its, ae/aer, xey/xem, rot/rots, they/them, sky/skys, and ve/ver. End ID.]

Neopronouns is the umbrella term under which all of the following terms reside as more specific categories!

All the following flags keep the five stripe layout as above, with the white stripe remaining in the center to represent community, solidarity, and commonality!

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Nounself pronouns

[Plain text: Nounself pronouns]

[ID: The nounself pronouns flag, with stripes of: orange, red, white, sky blue, and purple.

This is followed by the same flag, now with black text that reads:

"Nounself pronouns (noun + self + pronouns!) are pronouns like sun/suns/sunself, or wa/wave/waves/waveself.

If the pronoun set is based heavily on existing words, they're nounself pronouns!"

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The colors were chosen to be colorful and fun!

Nameself pronouns

[Plain text: Nameself pronouns]

[ID: The nameself pronouns flag, with stripes of grey, sky blue, white, black, and berry red.

The first version is blank, and the second reads:

"Nameself pronouns (Name + self + pronouns!) are when someone's name replaces all pronouns! Like: 'That's John! John uses nameself pronouns, so instead of he, she, or they, you'll just call John 'John'. That's John, John's over there, John's trying to get back to John's home planet.' If the pronouns are the person's name, they're nameself pronouns!"

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Colors were chosen because I associate them with Farscape, and I decided John Crichton uses nameself pronouns...before I even knew those were a thing! Lol.

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Ectopronouns

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[ID: The ectopronouns flag, with stripes of: purple, dark blue, white, green, and yellow. This is followed by the same flag, now with text over it that reads: "Ectopronouns (ecto + pronouns) are pronouns like: it/its/itself, or ŝi/ŝin/ŝia. Pronouns that exist, but aren't normally used for people in the language being spoken, are ectopronouns!". End ID.]

The colors were chosen because if you invert the flag, it'll be upside down with a black stripe in the center, which I thought fit the theme pretty well! They/them pronouns also fall into this category of neopronouns, since it's still relatively new for them to be used for singular people rather than groups!

The pronouns ŝi/ŝin/ŝia are from Esperanto!

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Novapronouns

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[ID: The novapronouns flag, with stripes of berry purple, dark magenta, white, very dark violet, and purple. This is followed by the same flag, now with text over top of it that reads: "Novapronouns (nova + pronouns!) are pronouns like ae/aer/aerself or ze/hir/(hirs)/hirself! Any set of pronouns not based heavily on existing words are novapronouns!" End ID.]

The colors were chosen because I love purple, and associate it with space!

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Supernova pronouns

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[ID: The supernova pronouns flag, with stripes of: gold, copper, white, silver, and dark grey. This is followed by the same flag, now with text over it that reads: "Supernova pronouns (supernova + pronouns!) are pronouns like: xiy/rik/ix/sirav ('sirav' replaces the usual _-self ending), or aix/(aed)/arix/aiv/aixelf ('aed' replaces contractions: instead of 'aix's going too', you say, 'aed going too'). If the pronouns use a different gramatical structure than usual, in whole or in part, they're Supernova pronouns!

The colors were chosen based on metals, which can only form inside a supernova! Gold, copper, silver, and iron!

Supernova pronouns can also be used as one long word, "supernovapronouns"! I just figured I'd put a space in there to make it easier to read and write!

I will be making pronoun pins and icons with these flags as backgrounds once I'm done my current project, so if you want to see those (or the other pronoun pins and icons I make) check out @custom-pronoun-pins!

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theliteraryluggage · 1 year

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Taking the liberty of moving this over here to my writing blog @thewalrus-said! And thanks for the questions, sorry it took me so long to get to them!

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

Alright so IF I remember correctly which one was my first, it was a Beyblade fanfic in which my blorbo got a cancer diagnosis and was told he had 5 years (for some reason?????) left to live, so the fic dealt with him coming to terms with that and telling his friends and figuring out what he wants to do with the time he has left.

I was 12 or 13 at the time and I never got very far with it (dunno how I expected myself to cover 5 years either), but you can see I have always been on the angst train. choo choo, motherfuckers.

54. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Not using phrases like "Suddenly, all hell broke loose"? Not using epithets for characters instead of names/pronouns? Those are two things I really dislike when reading so I avoid them completely when I write.

58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

Hang on, let me check my browser history. Ah right, I knew I googled something earlier! I looked up the definition of nova/supernova in order to determine if it would be a fitting metaphor for me to use in a specific scene.

Thank you again 💖

#ask #answered #thewalrus-said #writing #writeblr #nihi writes stuff

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polarishq · 4 years

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Meet SEBASTIAN DERR. They are TWENTY-SIX years old and hail from STOWE, VT. Sebastian embodies the supernova, KEPLAR. They use he/him pronouns. Their faceclaim is MATTHEW DADDARIO.

Keplar reminds me of a strong Black coffee, a clear night sky, catchy indy/pop songs you can’t remember the words to, worn out vans/converse, diesel from that first truck you had that kept breaking down, smell of 2nd hand leather, liquor straight from the bottle, hoodies one size too big, guitar with a missing string, cigarettes, the feeling of an all nighter, and fuckboi vibes

BIOGRAPHY

(TRIGGERS: alcohol, foster care, social worker experiences, mental health diagnosis, addiction, arson, and law enforcement encounters)

“He fell through the cracks.” It was one line that stood out to Bast as he read his case file the social worker had left sitting open on his desk as a youth. He was never placed into foster care. He should have been. However, having attractive and highly charismatic addicts for parents meant that the storytelling and explanations for why things weren’t quite right was superb. From a young age he learned that if you were nice, polite, and could lie through your teeth that a lot of doors of opportunities opened.

“Large and unstable family” was another comment from the file but that one didn’t rub him the wrong way. It was true. His mother slept around and his list of half siblings made the Brady Bunch look like a joke. He stopped attempting to bond or connect with the youngest of them after he was 17 and left home.

“Diagnosis: Oppositional Defiant Disorder” - He remembered being more offended at being called “odd” when he was going for more of a ‘badass’ vibe when he was a teenager. He later understood the diagnosis to mean that he didn’t listen to conventional rules and was often stubborn just for the sake of taking control over a situation rather than actually having a problem with what was asked.

His first short stint in Juvenile Detention was right after he left home and was couch surfing with some friends when his girl-at-the-time’s parents accused him of arson when she broke up with him. He was there when the fire lit but he sure as hell didn’t throw a match at it. He convinced himself the girl set him up.

The incidents that led him to his current destination at Polaris were sporadic but eventually he caught onto the fact that he had the unfortunate knack for setting things aflame when he was upset. Sometimes it was as small as his cigarette burned down far too quickly. The worst was when he caused a house fire after his dealer attempted to throw him under the bus for some shady pill trading he had nothing to do with. No one was hurt but the explosion spooked him. He avoided confrontation at all costs after that.

Much to his surprise, the “police” officer who pulled him over for a legit DUI ended up being a Scout who worked for the Ursas. The Scout informed him that he would be coming along and there’d be no choice in the matter and that he knew all of his history with fire setting. And the shocking part was that he did know. From the explosion all the way to how his last cigarette flashed.

INCLINATION

Kepler is a supernova on the brink of implosion. To understand a star’s life cycle is to know that a star has the most energy right before it combusts and eventually folds in on itself and turns into a black hole. Kepler’s intentions of shaping Sebastian’s life are unclear as well as reckless, however, there doesn’t seem to be an overtone of malice. Only a far reaching last ditch effort to prove that this star can accomplish something before it vanishes.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Abigail Alcott’s Client.

Filling the role of Aurorette Nix’s constant red flag.

Filling the role of Aurorette Nix’s ward.

The Tour Guide: A student who would hear about “Bast” and be eager to show him what Polaris is all about.

Trouble (Multiple): YOLO right fam?

Penned by Bri ★

#bri.#supernova.#keplar.#fire.#taken.

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myherorp · 4 years

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THE QUIRK DATABASE HAS BEEN UPDATED !

incoming information on civilian, sinjae.

get to know them !

faceclaim: kim myungsoo

name: oh sinjae

gender & pronouns: cismale he/him

age: 26

occupation: part time barista at the red bean

the quirk !

quirk name: explosion

quirk description: user sweats a nitroglycerine like substance that they can ignite it at will to create various types explosions.

abilities:

from his palms he can create impressive explosions that can be extremely destructive, powerful and at times unpredictable - they will, and can, shatter, destroy or burn what they touch.

in recent time he has been able to create similar explosions from his feet, making him able to fly ( which he can do similarly with his hands ), as well as change his trajectory mid air a lot easier if kicking of exploding with his feet.

the more he sweats the the more effective his explosions are, which means in summer his sweat is extremely potent and charged up. it also means the more worked up and the more he fights then the stronger he gets.

he can pin point specific blasts to make them less destructive and more locked on their target.

weaknesses:

because of the explosions and how loud they, sinjae is partially deaf and now wears hearing aids.

due to his sweat he has to “spark off” a lot, which means using his quirk in public or around people a lot more than a normal person would. throughout his life a lot of people assumed he was just being aggressive when randomly sparking off small explosions from his hands or using them to express himself, but really it’s just because if he doesn’t then it could be more dangerous ( he could leave traces of it over furniture and stuff and that’s not good ).

overuse of his quirk had him to being less immune to his explosions and they hurt him now.

cold weather lowers the danger of his sweat and in general how much he sweats.

repeating explosions at a fast pace as a really bad impact back on his limbs due to the recoil. he can break bones, tear muscle and in general just cause extreme pain to himself if he isn’t smart.

mutation: his eyes resemble fire ( flickering and igniting ). four of his teeth on both the bottom and the top are sharp and fang like ( seen here ). he has two black horns coming out from his head with jewel like patterns on them that appear to shift from black to amber or red in different lightnings, as well as a similar jewel like feature on his forehead - however the right horn is broken a the half way point ( see number 3 )

the history !

triggers: murder, violence, abuse, trafficking, fighting ring, ptsd, trauma

sinjae was a kid like anyone else. born into the same world and the same life, and he developed his quirk the same as most others too. explosions. that was the simplest terms for it, his sweat a substance like nitroglycerine that he could ignite from his palms. it was pretty cool.. they all thought so anyway.

it meant it wasn’t the biggest of surprises when he announced at age ten that he was shooting for u.y. he wanted to be a hero, and with a quirk to match the pros then why would he not shoot for the stars? that’s what he told himself as he trained for the entrance exam that would be in the years to come.

life is kind to him in those comings years. he has a good family, the middle child of three but with no care as he has fun with his siblings and his parents. his life was good. his mother had the voice of a birds melody, and his dad had the sense of humour that made all of his kids giggle in both frustration and amusement. they were good.

sinjae gets into the hero course too with flying colours, doing the most he can and having fun as he goes. he can’t say that he isn’t singled out a lot though considering his quirk and how easy it was for him to catch the attention of other pros during the sports festival, and even when he signed on with the cutthroat agency as an intern. his quirk was the best suited for that after all.

but with attention like that, sinjae can’t help but attract the attention of the villains all the same. a powerful quirk and name to match? an upcoming pro hero recently graduated at age 19 and going on twenty as he headed into the role of a sidekick now instead.. well what wasn’t there to desire?

that why it eventually happens during a high class mission, one of his first to as an official pro. as supernova. sinjae shoots off on his own after a couple of villains because it was easier that way. he was known for going ahead, knowing that his quirk and abilities allowed him to handle himself and well.. he liked to cause less damage to his surroundings and fellow heroes anyway, and any civilians too.

what he didn’t know though was that the villains were counting on that, singling him out easily and getting him away. see, they were paid off from another group to catch him. to take him to them and drop him off. a prize, of sorts.

sinjae can’t say he remembers much of what actually happened, only that one moment he was flying over their heads, and next he was on the ground thrashing in pain as he was forced into quirk suppressant restraints and chained down. next thing he knew he was waking up in a damp old building, screaming echoing down the halls all around him and the smell of blood hitting his nose almost instantly. it had him retching. gagging at it all as he fought against his restraints.

what he’d find out in the coming days that he was left in a cell alone, weakening himself with his fighting against it all as well as the lack of energy, food and water. but what he’d find out soon enough was that not only had he been kidnapped, but he’d been sold into an underground trafficking ring. a fighting ring, to be exact. highly illegal, and highly deadly.

he was twenty then, forced into fighting in a cage with his quirk, and sometimes not. if he refused? well he found that one out the hard way as an innocent girl, younger than himself and likely of high school age, stood in front of him in fear and backed up. he refused to fight. it was a mistake though as he watched instead as the ones running the operation came in and slowly beat her to death instead.

after that sinjae stopped refusing. though it would haunt his nightmares and his mind for years to come, the hero opted instead to snap a neck of choke them out. it usually got him a beating for the quick and uneventful death, but the boy couldn’t bare to watch the suffering prolong.

then there were the fights with those like him, just trying to survive or escape. those were difficult, but almost easy at the same time. he had trained for years after all, so despite the pain and difficulty it all posed, sinjae still came out on top in the end. just more blood to add to the constant stain on his hands.

the echo of the crowd cheering and screaming for him never let his head, even when he was dragged back to his cell to curl up carefully in the corner. there he listened to the screams of those being dragged to the ring, or the officers that patrolled the area and sometimes came in to torment them.

the longer he survived, the longer he questioned why he was still trying. years were flying by, sinjae being moved with the rest of the fighters ever few months to a new location. he never saw the sun, nor the moon. all he ever saw were cold and cruel walls already coated in blood and whatever fucking else.

he questioned the sanity in it all too, and if he had ever been a hero– if this was karma for something he’d done in the past unknowingly. if he’d fucked up.

he’s twenty five, heavily scarred ( both mentally and physically ) and so almost broken when he hears the broken sounds of an invasion hit his ears. at first he thinks it might just be a riot happening in the audience, but the longer it goes on, the more he realises it’s not quite that. it’s when he hears shouting and sees the officers running or fighting that he realises what’s going on.

he’s among the last to be found. broken out of chains and dragged out to an ambulance and shipped off to a hospital where more checkups than he cared to count were done whilst he slipped in and out of consciousness. it wasn’t a surprise either that it took a while to realise who he was. it wasn’t like sinjae spoke straight away. actually, that took a few days until someone he knew appeared instead.

it was almost laughable that they looked almost the exact same whilst sinjae knew that he was sporting more scars than anyone should ever have. a battered body. battered everything really. he says it then, his name.

he’s thankful though that it doesn’t get out to the media.. didn’t think he could really handle that shit anyway, and it wasn’t like he was supernova anymore. he wasn’t a hero– god he was fucking far from it now. even if he knew it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t like it would be easy to deal with all of this.

a lot follows that. weeks or months or.. something like that, spent in hospital, then a group home with others of the same as him, and being looked after carefully. sessions with a trusted therapist, rehabilitation and all the likes. it was a blur really, a lot of it difficult to handle at times and for the most part it was a lot of progressive that sometimes took a lot more steps back.

the first time he went outside was practically a catastrophe. a loud noise setting his fight mode off almost instantly as explosions popped off from his hands instinctively as he tried to lock onto the threat.

things got better slowly then until he was eventually let out to live with someone trusted to look after him and help him adjust. to just be there for him and make sure he was both safe and comfortable.

a part of him wanted to protest and the constant help that was needed, but the rational part of him just pushed back against that, knowing he needed this right now.

it’s still hard too, a lot was still going on, and a lot he needed to get used to, but he would get there at his own pace. he had no interest in being a hero now either, not after everything he’d been through. but at least the fuckers that had started this all were behind bars now. they couldn’t get to him. they couldn’t take him away again. safe– he was safe now.

now he was just living in experiences. trying to savour every moment he had.. to live for those that couldn’t. there were so many that had been rescued that hadn’t made it either. sinjae would live for them now.

so he goes out each day– or well, sometimes. there are bad days after all where he refuses to leave his room, or he barricades the door still out of safety. but on the good days he goes out, embraces the sun and the world around him. on the good days he doesn’t try as hard to cover up the scars, but on the not so good days he can’t help but tug his sleeves down more and hesitate in certain movements that might reveal more than he wants.

he’s careful too, nearly always going out with someone he knows, or at least meeting someone. he understands that being alone still isn’t the best thing for him for multiple reasons, but at the same time sometimes he needs the independence. but it doesn’t stop him from checking over his shoulder every few minutes. flinching at shadows or losing himself.

sometimes he sees someone that reminds him of someone he’s killed. he shuts down in those moments. breaks apart again until he’s brought back with careful words and care. or just silence. a presence that’s a comfort. but sometimes the trigger is violence instead. an accidentally harsh brush of shoulders from someone a little too brash, leading to sinjae sparking up instead.

he can’t control it, but at the same time it’s hard for him to believe that there was a time where his life wasn’t like this. but that was life now.

this was his life, and he was living it. he might still be drugging himself to stay asleep, or relying on something a little stronger when that wasn’t enough. and he might have days where he wants to be nowhere. but he was surviving it. he was doing this now. living. surviving.

finding work in the cafe was helpful too, the workers there being trusted with the information on what he’d been through, or enough of it anyway.. just in case anything happened after all. then there were the newfound quirk lessons that brought him back to the academy he’d practically grown up in almost with how often he’d been there before it all.

but he needed the lessons, help to train himself into control of his quirk once more, as well as just the comfort of a familiar and safe location. a safe presence of teachers he knew and trusted.

the personality !

before it all happened, sinjae used to be just like anyone else. just like any other aspiring hero that was searching for something a chasing a dream. he was ambitious and passionate. driven and disciplined. he knew what he wanted, how to get it, and he knew how he wanted to live. as much as he seemed so serious sometimes, sinjae was pretty easy going. go with the flow type that enjoyed a night out and a laugh. he was happy.

but how do you stay that way after all that he’s been left to endure? and endure was the word for it, because that’s all it was. sinjae was broken down and put back together more times than he could count, and far too scarred to be working right anymore. for a while after it, he locked up. pushing himself into a corner instead of even trying to deal with people.

he got better slowly, but for a while, and even now sometimes, what was left was the shell of a man. a man that looked like he’d come out of a war now, with eyes full of fear, panic, anger.. everything. he’s seen too much, and it was easy to see in the way he flipped between aggression, panic and unsettling calmness.

on some days his smiles came easy and so did conversation and the ability to go about normally. but other days it was easier to lock up again. run away. he’d never been someone that thought of running away as an option before, but now sometimes it seemed like the only one.

#myheroaccepted #myherofollow #murder tw #abuse tw #trauma tw #kidnapping tw #trafficking tw

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vulncrablcmuscs · 4 years

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( BRENDA SONG, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ) ⌇ have you seen NOVA OSBORNE around icaria? they are the 29 year old child of DIONYSUS. they remind me of LIPSTICK COVERED GLASSES OF WINE, A COLLECTION OF AUTOGRAPHED PLAYBILLS, & ROSE GOLD RINGS STACKED UPON DELICATE FINGERS.

THE BASICS

full name. nova may osborne

aka. novie

age. 29

gender & pronouns. cis female & she/her

face claim. brenda song

sexual orientation. bisexual

birthplace. rancho cucamonga, california

birth date. january 16th

current residence. icaria, greece

ethnicity. english & greek

language(s). english & greek

godly parent. dionysus

human parent. samantha osborne

sibling(s). tba

education. high school

occupation. owner of supernova ( homegrown winery )

aesthetic(s). lipstick covered glasses of wine, a collection of autographed playbills, & rose gold rings stacked upon delicate fingers

power(s). can make grape vines grow from nothing ( little to no soil needed ), uses song to emotionally manipulate people ( ecstasy, madness, or empathy ), and has the ability to induce a tipsy feeling ( with just a single touch )

HER BIOGRAPHY

nova is the product of a product of an affair her god of a father had with a loving nurse from california .

nova’s father was distant for the first few years of her life , but when she was seven , he began to come around a lot more ; even revealed who he truly was, and who she truly was .

nova’s powers came to her at a young age .

the first power she noticed was her ability to manipulate people’s emotions . her love for playing the flute quickly became a way for her to change the way others around her felt .

nova’s mother moved them to icaria when she was just nine years old , wanting a safer place for her demigod daughter to grow up !

although terrified at first , nova eventually grew to love icaria and is proud to call it home !

her second power surfaced just shortly after moving to icaria ; her mother had taken her to a vineyard to pick grapes , and upon touching the vines , nova found that grapes seemed to immediately grow just from her touch !

her last power showed itself on her 21st birthday ; she and a group of friends went to the bar to celebrate , and before ever having a drink , her best friend appeared to already have a buzz , just after a hug that the two shared !

with all of her abilities now in bloom , nova decided to put them to work in a way that would both make her feel like she was a part of something and provide enjoyment for others ; thus , supernova winery was born ! she bought some land and ( with little to no effort ) began to grow a number of grape vines . the building came next , and with it , a remarkable business !

basically , ya girl is just a massive wino with a lot of emotions to share !

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

other descendants of dionysus ( basically , half siblings for her to bond with )

people with similar powers ( anyone with plant , wine , or emotion related powers )

best friend ( a girl needs one of those , yknow ? )

enemies ( she can be kinda cruel at times )

winery regulars ( gimme some peeps that hang out at her winery / restaurant a lot ! )

crushes ( girl loves the love ! )

exes ( also has a history of breaking people’s hearts , or being broken by them ! )

#icaria: intro #( nova ; intro. )

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dwindledglow · 4 years

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001. MEET JADE

FULL NAME: jade beatrice montgomery. PREFERRED NAME: jade. NICKNAME/S: jadey or jadee — from family only — and her little brother calls her nova due to her gaming years but people in general don’t tend to use nicknames with her. DATE OF BIRTH: march 21st, 1998. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female & she/her. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: non-practicing christian. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with nicolas leuthold. OCCUPATION: full time university student and freelance designer. RESIDENCE: gramercy park, new york city though she currently lives in zurich, switzerland.

002. CHECK JADE’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: perth, australia. NATIONALITY: australian. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: australian. LINGUISTICS: english which is her native language and french, spanish, portuguese and italian in a fluent level. EDUCATION: she studies game design at nyu. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: second. FATHER: joshua seth montgomery, born on december 2nd, 1971 in sydney, australia, currently residing in greenwich village, new york city and working as a psychiatrist. MOTHER: meredith eva montgomery, née adams, born on april 12th, 1972 in melbourne, australia, currently residing in greenwich village, new york city and working as an anesthesiologist. SISTER/S: helena sophia montgomery, born on august 8th, 1995 in perth, australia, currently residing in boston, massachusetts and working as a cardiologist and heart surgeon. BROTHER/S: blake stephen montgomery, born on november 9th, 1999 in perth, australia, currently residing in boston, massachusetts where he studies. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: nicolas leuthold. CHILDREN: none so far. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: eliza marie montgomery, grandmother. EX/ES: benjamin lucas and noah williams. PETS: kylo ren, a cavoodle and drax, a french bulldog.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 5′6″ or 168 cm. WEIGHT: between 116 lbs or 53 kg and 121 lbs or 55 kg. BODY BUILD: body-shape wise, and following the stereotypes, she would be considered the classic shape. jade is naturally slim, she never had ease putting on weight and when she was younger that translated into being made fun of because she had no actual curves. with a lot of hard work at the gym, and a diet tailored by a nutritionist, over the years she managed to achieve a body she’s proud of. nowadays, jade is the epitome of fit. she has particularly long, toned legs as well as toned arms and abs. she’s willowy, has a defined waist and though she’s by no means thick, she does have a medium sized bust - 32C - and bum. EYE COLOR: green. EYESIGHT: she wears glasses, blue-light blocking ones, when she’s working on the computer for hours on end and when she’s resting her eyes. otherwise and on a daily basis, she wears contacts. HAIR COLOR & STYLE: her hair is naturally brown, but instead of being one shade only, it’s a few different ones. usually she keeps her long hair loose and allows it to dry into its natural waves but at times, she’ll throw it up in a bun or in a high ponytail. if she’s going to an event of any kind or for a more special occasion, she goes for more of a classic low bun with some strands framing her face or she just straightens her hair. other moments, she just keeps half of her hair up and the other half down. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: from the cat-shape of her eyes and the long eyelashes framing them, the little ski-slope nose, as people have taken a liking to call it through the years, to her plump lips and chiseled features, there’s a lot to notice about jade. people say god was playing favorites when she was born, that she stole all the good genes in the family and really? they’re not wrong. SCARS AND MARKS: jade is, as she usually says, team random bruise which means every now and again, without her even noticing and probably as the result of some workout or daily activity, a bruise will appear on her skin. besides those, a few scars she’s gotten over the course of her life and a few little marks, like little moles and freckles, she doesn’t have anything particularly outstanding. TATTOOS: she has a 11:11 on the underside of her right upper arm, she has a subtle orion constellation on the inside of right arm, she has a dainty, watercolor supernova tattoo on the left side of her ribcage, often covered up by her bra straps, she has her grandma’s name in morse code, on the inside of her left wrist and she has four little arrows pointing upwards on the back of her right ear. PIERCINGS: she has her regular lobes pierced. VOICECLAIM: isabelle mathers. ACCENT & INTENSITY: she’s been living in new york since she was four, meaning the australian accent should’ve faded into nothing by now, but with the amount of time spent with her parents and siblings through the years, all the facetime calls to her granny and the friends back home, as well as the frequent visits to sunny australia, it stayed put and it’s still as intense as always. ALLERGIES: insect stings. PHOBIAS & FEARS: failing, not being able to achieve what she wants in life. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. ALCOHOL USE: sometimes. SMOKING: she doesn’t smoke. NARCOTICS USE: no, she doesn’t use drugs. INDULGENT FOOD: occasionally, she won’t say no to her favorites. SPLURGE SPENDING: not so often. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, she can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and yes. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? ish. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? no. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? no. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? in-between. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? optimistic. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? night owl. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? heavy sleeper. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? baths. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? neither. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? netflix. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? gaming console. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? pizza. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? gummy worms. BEACH OR POOL? beach. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? iceskating. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? literature. HISTORY OR ART? art. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? chocolate bars. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? sci-fi. HORROR OR COMEDY? horror.

005. JADE’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: gaming. FAVORITE ANIMAL: koala. FAVORITE BOOK: city of girls by elizabeth gilbert. FAVORITE COLOR/S: she doesn’t have one. FAVORITE CUISINE: mediterranean, thai and chinese. FAVORITE DISH/ES: parmigiana, som tum, avocado toast, khao pad, pad thai (anything thai mostly), pavlova, tim tams, chocolate crackles. FAVORITE DRINK/S: lemon lavender tea latte and coconut water. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: water lillies and dahlias. FAVORITE GEM: jade. FAVORITE MOVIE: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind by michel gondry. FAVORITE SONG: mona lisa by VALNTN and Peter Fenn, featuring tray haggerty. FAVORITE SCENT/S: rose, vanilla, coffee and lime. FAVORITE SHOW/S: la casa de papel is her ultimate favorite show and currently the only one she’s been keeping up with. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: basketball, she supports boston celtics. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: summer. VACATION DESTINATION: seoul, south korea.

#── ✰. ┊ jade : — HEADCANON. ❜

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GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Sirius Orion Black III Nickname(s): Padfoot Age: 18 Gender & Pronouns: cisgender male; he/him Sexuality: Initially, I began writing him as a demiromantic pansexual. However, I am pleased to announce that with each day I write him? He not only gets gayer, but his capacity to love and crush and pine grows threefold.

Date of Birth: November 3rd Horoscope: Scorpio, baby!!!!! Hogwarts House: Gryffindor, though and through Nationality: French by way of London Occupation:

Sirius is currently a seventh year Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry which is, all things considered, a pretty sweet gig. He’s preparing for NEWTS! He’s living off the trust fund provided for him by his dearly departed Uncle Alphard! He hasn’t been kicked out yet! He’s snogging his boyfriend in the library every chance he gets!

And, improbably, Sirius Black is preparing for his future.

Recently, Sirius had been admitted to the competitive and prestigious Gringott’s cursebreaking training program. After graduation, he’ll make that five-times-a-week trek down to Diagon Alley and immerse himself in ancient societies, runes, translations, curse-handling, history, desert magic and...yes...wait for it...copious paperwork! Upon graduation from the program, Sirius will emerge a newly minted and proud Cursebreaker, working at the bank’s back office most days, doing research and translations and the like, but also getting his hands dirty on trips. The pyramids of Egypt and the tombs of China will call to him, and he can’t wait to see them all!

Unfortunately, his time with the cursebreakers will be cut short, and he’ll hurl himself headlong into his Order of the Phoenix membership under Alastor Moody’s dark influence...but that’s a story for another day.

Summarized in One Word: Bombastic!

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Ben Barnes Height: Just as with the sexuality question, Sirius gets both gayer AND SHORTER the longer I write him. Currently he’s hovering around 5′7″ by accurate standards, but in my mind he’s a tiny little pocket bastard. Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Grey Noticeable Features: Devastating good looks. Emphasis on the devastating due to the strong Black family resemblance. A growing collection of tattoos. Long hair that he’s wont to elegantly flick away from his eyes. Perpetual haughty looks off into the distance.

Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Sirius dresses simply, but well. How well depends on the occasion and your personal opinion, but it can’t be argued that he looks good doing it. His typical layabout clothes consist of either a band-tee or button-down with a pair of trousers or muggle jeans (the magic of which Remus Lupin introduced him to); for formal affairs, he still remembers how to walk the walk and can pull off a suit and tie with uncomfortable ease.

Truth be told, Sirius is still figuring out his fashion sense! He went from his clothing being dictated by his family to skating by on a Hogwarts uniform for several years. He’ll come into his own slowly and with purpose – the first step being an overindexing on punky, black leather jackets.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown: London Financial Status: Trust fund bastard! After being cut off by the House of Black, Sirius coasted by broke and on the basis of favors from the Potter family for over a year before his Uncle Alphard passed away and left him a hefty little nest egg with which to make his way in the world. For all his talk about wanting to be of the common people and despising the wealthy and all they stand for, Sirius was raised with the safety net of exorbitant wealth and still defaults to many of those old habits and assumptions. Spoken Languages: French was his first language, followed by English and then Latin. He’s deeply interested in dead languages and the study of runes. Dream Job: Cursebreaker! Bad Habits: Biting the inside of his cheek. Lashing out at those that care about him most. Pushing friends and concern away. Refusing to apply himself lest he try and fail. Squandering his education. Cocaine, alcohol, and other substances; his general proneness to addition. Recklessness and adrenaline-highs. Stealing the covers at night. Joking to cover up his real feelings. A proclivity for dark magic. Singing in the shower.

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Walburga Black (neé Black), estranged. Father: Orion Black, estranged. Sibling(s): Regulus Black, estranged. Pet(s): n/a Cousin(s): Bellatrix Black. Andromeda Black. Narcissa Black. Evan Rosier.

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: Reed, dragon heartstring, 10 ½ inches, rigid

Patronus (and which memory they’re currently using to cast a patronus if they can, or which one they’d use if they could): Like his Animagus form, Sirius’s patronus takes the shape of a large dog. He’s able to cast it with highly varying levels of success lately; while he has a good tutor in Remus and a willingness to try, Sirius’s magic has always been affected by his mood swings and he just...has too many of those to predict. His most successful attempts have been driven by days of rare concentration and memories colored by the other Marauders. Currently, were he to try and produce one, Sirius would think about the day that Remus kissed him in their dormitory following The Prank fallout – giving him affection and forgiveness and a second chance.

Boggart: The House of Black version of himself - the one that might have happened if he hadn’t been able to break away from his family in time.

OWLS: Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy NEWTS: Ancient Runes (O), History of Magic (A), Astronomy (O), Charms (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O), Transfiguration (E), Potions (O), Arithmancy (O)

What Kind of Magic do They Excel at:

Sirius’s best subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is handy with a wand, knows his own power, and is unafraid to act in the heat of the moment – perhaps a bit recklessly, but there’s nothing life-or-death about the inside of the classroom, and so he simply manages to come off looking talented.

The most important reason behind him succeeding in that class is the simple fact that he believes it to be useful; it’s going to Mean Something in the Real World, and so it’s one of the few school subjects that commands his attention and respect in equal measure.

He also has a talent for Ancient Runes that’s finally being appreciated—now that he’s allowing people to appreciate it, and owning his deep interest in the subject openly—and, unfortunately, for the complexities of Dark Magic.

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: The Campaigner

Few personality types are as creative and charismatic as Campaigners. Known for their idealism and enthusiasm, Campaigners are good at dealing with unexpected challenges and brightening the lives of those around them. Campaigners’ imagination is invaluable in many areas, including their own personal growth.

Yet Campaigners can be easily tripped up in areas where idealism and kindness are more of a liability than an asset. Whether it is finding (or keeping) a partner, staying calm under pressure, reaching dazzling heights on the career ladder or making difficult decisions, Campaigners need to put in a conscious effort to develop their weaker traits and additional skills.

Enneagram: ENFP [read more]

Excellent communicators. ENFPs have outstanding communication skills and they know how to use them. They will engage anyone in conversation at the drop of a hat, and they know how to draw others out in a way that keeps the discussion flowing. Whether casually shooting the breeze or collaborating in the workplace, ENFPs provide the horsepower that keeps the engine of conversation humming along.

Imaginative. ENFPs are imaginative problem solvers and reject the idea that traditional ways are always the best. In every situation they believe an original approach is possible—and desirable—and they refuse to become prisoners of habit or routine. They see roadblocks as opportunities, and they confront every challenge they face with fresh eyes and no preconceived notions.

Natural leaders. ENFPs step forward to assume positions of leadership readily and instinctively. They are confident in their ability to handle demanding responsibilities many people find scary or intimidating. ENFP leaders are consensus builders who work hard to gain the trust of their associates, patiently listening to their ideas and reacting enthusiastically to their good suggestions. Their assertive, “can-do” attitude inspires others and motivates them to action.

Strong social conscience. Often active in social movements, ENFPs stand up for what they believe in without apology. Some people talk the compassion game but don’t follow through with meaningful action, but ENFPs believe it is vitally important to back up caring words with good deeds. Despite their friendly nature, an ENFP will go supernova with righteous anger when they are exposed to suffering and injustice. They can get quite loud and assertive, if that’s what it takes to get their opinions heard.

Hypersensitivity. ENFPs sometimes let their imaginations run wild and often perceive bad intentions that don’t really exist. Being hyper-alert and aware helps ENFPs improve their social comprehension, but reading between the lines only works when something is actually hidden there. If it isn’t, misunderstandings can occur and hurt feelings can damage good relationships.

Lack of focus and follow through. ENFPs are endlessly creative, capable of filling a thousand days with a thousand bold ideas. But they don’t always follow through on their inspirations, and if others are not brought on board to handle the details, their best ideas may never be put into practice. ENFPs rely on their initial excitement and passion too much and don’t always show the discipline necessary to translate their ideas into real-world production. They have a tendency to start new projects before the last ones are finished, and failing to see things through is where ENFPs sometimes come up short.

Overthink things. ENFPs have a tendency to perceive slights, resentments or hostility where none actually exist, and their habit of overanalyzing other people’s behavior can lead to unnecessary anger and conflict. If ENFPs aren’t receiving as many compliments as they expect from their significant others, their insecurities can be activated and they may start to feel unappreciated and unloved.

Overemotional and approval-seeking. While emotional expression is a core part of the ENFP's identity, they can come on too strong. The bubbly, energetic style of ENFPs doesn’t mesh well with every partner and introverts, in particular, can sometimes feel steamrolled in their presence. ENFPs are also approval-seekers, and in their desire to receive praise and acknowledgment they may try a little too hard to make a good impression, talking too much and listening too little in the process.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Archetype:

55% Rebel - The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system...if that means getting their point across.

25% Advocate - The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

20% Caregiver - Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

Temperament: Sanguine

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infernorp · 6 years

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name: carlotta giudicelli

age: thirty

gender and pronouns: trans female, she/her

loyalty: neutral

occupation: company member of le théâtre de nuit

criminal occupation: none

faceclaim: laverne cox

You were born with moonlight in your throat, comets scorching through your veins and stars rolling off of your back. There was a name before Carlotta, a story that came before the one you tell to strangers in dimly lit spaces, but the prologue is not what is remembered. The chapters of your existence are written across your limbs with pride, an open book for all who wish to read it, and you know no shame or fear. Your body has always contained too much for the stretch of your skin and the length of your bones, and your father promised you that you were destined for greatness — ‘Sing, Carlotta. Let your voice fly, uccellino. Don’t stop until you’ve found it.’ Exactly what he meant, you had never asked, but you still searched for it. You grew your hair out to lasso towers that were out of reach, filing your nails into points that made no surface safe from your ascent. You were a born climber, but you were also a mountain in your own right, and your father had always known that his investments into your future would pay off tenfold. Etiquette lessons had the social ladder of your Italian hometown beneath your heels, and lessons with an aged opera singer out of her prime trained you to reach notes that were higher than the heavens. ‘What is it like, Carlotta?’ your father would whisper, taking you by his calloused hands and smiling until his lips cracked from the strain. ‘When you go to heaven in those moments, what’s it like? What do you see? What secrets do you know?’ And he died knowing you would become a legend, and you held his hand knowing he gave up everything to see it become a possibility. You didn’t know what was beyond the golden gates that you visited in the moments of your performances, but you kept visiting them — you kept singing and you kept reaching and you kept trying to see those shining streets; but your father was gone in a casket lined with velvet. Ivory finishing held the tears that you could not carry on your own. You dreamt of Paris in your mourning, all the stories he’d tell you of his younger years when there were no anchors to strip a father of his youth. You packed your things and you made the journey on a whim. To find yourself and to cement your goals, or to reconnect with the man that made you who you were, you were not entirely sure. It’s a cruel tragedy when a girl never knows love truer than the man who spoiled her until there was nothing but rot left beneath her skin.

Parisian silks around your throat and shades to block out the flames of your ambitions, you were offered residence in Le Théâtre de Nuit within a week of your arrival. Extravagance went a long way for making your presence known — the flamboyance of your laughter drowning out dimmer women before singing could even come up in the auditions. They needed someone to draw in a crowd, someone to hook all eyes on the stage in the moment of her voice rising in octave, and that was destined to be you. The next week, you had your first starring role, and after the best opening of a play in the theatre’s history, it became an annual thing. You’d take your breaks, and you’d let your understudies have their own moments in the public eye, but you were a greedy thing. You latched your claws into Nuit and you claimed it as your own — and who was to challenge a dragon’s claim to her hoard? You were the pearl atop a pile of cracked shells, a beautiful thing among so much tragedy, and your life was perfect. You were everything your father had wanted you to be; you were the leading woman. You met a man who loved you for all the plainness beneath your gilded surface, and the two of you were happy. Romeo and Juliet, Marc Antony and Cleopatra — Carlotta and Piangi. The king and queen of the opera, and isn’t it tragic? That royalty is always destined to fall? Whereas skill could not be questioned, there were prettier women, and you knew the curse of being a dim creature waltzing across a sky of burning stars. You were once the sun, a shining thing that could not be threatened, but the the standing of Nuit began to change the moment Christine Daae placed herself on the chessboard. Parts reserved for you are offered to her, dresses you made famous altered to better suit her figure, and all the while you're left staring at lights that are slowly slipping away. They linger on her, making her shine in all the ways that made you whole, and it's not fair. There is nothing warm and beautiful about a fleeting sense of worth. Is this your swan song? Is this the moment you become a supernova? A dead, lovely thing in galaxy of fallen heroes? You were always meant to be eternal, always meant to have everything your heart desired. Piangi can't chase the ghosts away, and your father's too far past the gates to call for him. Keep singing, Carlotta. You have so much more to say. An empty theatre still has an audience — sing for the broken people. For once, sing for yourself.

castmates: baylen moreau, fleur renard, meg giry, odessa faust, sebastian renard, and ursula braun

enemies: erik destler and joseph buquet

employers: gabriel prideaux, madalene giry, michel lefevre, and richard firmin

CHRISTINE DAAE

You’re an aged bird, sitting on a swing in a cage of ivory — and now a younger creature has come to perch on the branches of your treasured domain. It’s almost blasphemous, the way that the audience eats out of her palms and how the theatre is placing the spotlight on her form. Her talent holds no match to yours, her abilities not nearly as trained as your own, and it’s unfair that time is such a cruel mistress. You punch vanity mirrors until the lines on the glass match the ones on your face, and you curse fate. Your father sacrificed everything to see you become something; wiser and happier and more secure than he had been. How dare a child attempt to usurp his legacy? How dare a swan pretend to know the song of a lark? Beauty is fleeting, you know that now. Your voice cements you in a way that she cannot budge — but what will hold her? Frankly, Christine’s just a pretty face, and you’re content to weather the storm until she’s no longer an annoyance.

MATHIEU REYER AND GILLE ANDRE

Either you or they are little more than a spoiled pet, and it’s never been likely for you to play a role without proper credit. Every whim of yours is met within a matter of seconds; every little frustrated cry for help and craving for a display of opulence. The prized lark is kept preened and fed and adored at all times, and the two of them have always been tasked with calming your tantrums. A secondary character stands a little too close, and you storm off. Another woman tries to sing more passionately than her part requires, and you throw your hands up in protest. And can you blame them for trying so hard to please you? ‘Don’t cry, Carlotta,’ they beg, wiping tears from your cheeks and powdering away the flush of red. ‘Don’t strain your voice!’ And you lick the salt from your lips and bat your eyelashes, and you say that you’ll be fine. When everything is as you want it to be, all is perfect within Nuit. You've never been one for giving up control.

UBALDO PIANGI

You found a man to hold you while strolling the cold streets of Italy. You were a woman in your prime and a rising star in the opera scene, and when you visited your home country in the winter months, Piangi pulled you close and gave you a warmth that you had always craved. Awe of him came after loving him, learning of his local operatic roots as a tenor of great skill. You snatched him away like a thief in the night, taking him to Paris where the two of you steadily started your ascent to the very top of Nuit’s rankings. You were the star, the grandest of all the performers, and he had a voice like warm honey. You drank of him, and he tasted of you, but what the two of you shared was the purest of relationships. How powerful is love? When someone manages to steal your heart with just a simple kiss to your cheek, no nails trailing down your back? You married him, and you forged a life with him, and now he combs your hair as your relevance slowly fades away. ‘And do you still love me?’ you whisper often, forehead pressed against his own. 'Always,’ he assures.

THIS CHARACTER HAS A FLEXIBLE FACECLAIM AND IS OPEN

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