Señor Zorro (Low Activity Blog)

Indie RP and Ask Blog based on "The Mark of Zorro" movie, Isabel Allende novel, and Disney Series FC: Tyrone Power/Guy Williams Sideblog to toodamnloyal

[ohnoarno]

“It’s been raining for days.”

“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”

“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”

“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”

“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”

“You’re sopping wet.”

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”

“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”

“The sound of rain is so nice.”

“You’re going out? In this?”

“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”

“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”

“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”

“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”

“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”

“Does it ever stop raining here?”

“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”

“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”

“Can I have a blanket?”

“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”

“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”

“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”

“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”

“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”

“Here, this should warm you up.”

“Come in here before you catch a cold.”

“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”

“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”

“Aren’t there any books to read?”

“Rains smells so different in the city.”

“The rain smells better in the countryside.”

“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”

“Careful, the tea is still hot.”

-draws on the fogged up windows-

-Flips loudly through book-

-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”

[foxsocunningandfree]

“Don Diego, you’re bleeding.” [A wound he got as Zorro opens up, maybe?]

"I am?" He turned over his left arm and searched for a stain on the loose sleeve, not finding anything there he searched on the other one and then down the front, "Are you certain? I hope I haven't spilled wine again, my father will be most displeased if I've ruined yet another shirt."

[memesomething]

high pain tolerance starters

“[Name], you’re bleeding.”

“How long has it been like that?”

“Did you dislocate a finger?”

“You’re slurring.”

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“You’re snapping. Headache again?”

“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Hey, why are you walking like that?”

“That’s a lot of swelling.”

“Where did you get that bruise?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”

“How did you not notice?!”

“If it hurts, it hurts.”

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”

“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”

“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”

“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”

“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

[deforest]

TYRONE POWER in JESSE JAMES (1939) dir. Henry King

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Il faut aller à l'escrime comme on va à la danse; il faut aller à l'escrime comme on va à  la guerre.**

- Émile Mérignac, Histoire de l’escrime (2 tomes), Imprimeries Réunies (1883)

**One must go to fence as one would go to dance; one must go to fence as though one were going to war.

Tyrone Power and Basil Rathbone in The Mark of Zorro (1940)

[cristalplanetheart]

[dream-lesss]

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[midnightactual]

PSA: Some Muses Won't Open Up To Yours

I've kind of touched on this before in noting that while there are plenty of PSAs in the RPC telling you to let villain muses be villains, or to respect powerful muses, I've never seen one besides my own telling you to remember that not every interaction will be deeply meaningful...

... But I think that advisory can be extended further still by also saying there are muses that aren't likely to or simply will not open up to your muse(s) for various reasons.

This is most often true for muses who, for whatever reason, are part of 'the elite' of their original settings; individuals who have had to take on roles of duty or authority and who at some stage may have essentially put on a mask to hide their true nature. That mask might be hostile, stoic, playful, flirtatious, or anything in between. They might even have many masks befitting whatever situation. And whatever mask(s) they have might not ever come off.

For anime muses in particular, you'd better believe they were originally designed by people with a deeply ingrained knowledge and understanding of giri versus ninjō (duty/obligation versus emotion/compassion) as the tension of this dichotomy is a core theme of Japanese culture. Whether you RP them with this consideration in mind is your own business and choice, but if your muse strongly represents that tension, you're probably aware of it to some extent even if you've never heard those terms before.

Muses like this may drop their masks around your muse(s), but they may also not. Whether they do or not is really all about how the two muses fit together. But you cannot a priori expect every muse to open up to yours. If a muse doesn't, it's more than likely nothing personal. And if that muse always seems poised, composed, on the ball, or whatever else, that does not necessarily mean that muse is being roleplayed as flawless, superior, or whatever else—making your muse and even you as a mun feel that way is probably exactly the point of the mask(s) that muse wears.

You should not expect openness or vulnerability to come easily or early in interactions with such muses. In fact, you should not expect it to ever come at all. And if it doesn't, that doesn't mean that muse hates yours, or the mun hates your muse(s), or the mun hates you, or the muse is poorly written. It only means that muse is hard to reach and the mun has decided to be true to that aspect of them.

Calibrate your expectations accordingly.

[dressageworld]

[rosy-rpmemes]

Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

[therapardalis]

foxsocunningandfree​:

-

“Ah there is a topic worthy of conversation my dear Senora. It would do me well, I think to find new prints for my library. I had hoped to learn more of the recent sciences but such publications don’t find their way to sleepy pueblos such as this.” A weak hand waved at the plaza around them. “Certainly I can’t be making such long journeys to Monterey,” Diego sighed like he was resigned to living without the pamphlets. “Perhaps I may rouse Bernardo, or press upon my father to select reading for me on his next journey.”

The young Don adjusted his seat in his chair to find something more comfortable. “Please I don’t wish to talk about cutthroats, that is hardly something I should ever hope to see on stage. As it is one can hardly find any sort of peace from him. If he is not about, then people are still talking about him, or his sign is carved into some building or other. To find him on stage also would simply be too much.” Though, inwardly, the caballero did have to admit that it would be rather amusing to find himself adapted in such a way. He wondered if he would be a hero or villain, considering the audience that usually attended such fine theaters, Diego did not hold out much hope for a happy ending for his alter ego on stage.

“I regret to inform you Senora that you’ll be hard pressed to find a theater here in Los Angeles. You will have to travel somewhere far more prestigious than our humble little pueblo.” He sighed, “Oh what I wouldn’t give to be back in Madrid. The opera there is something to behold, truly. The taverna sometimes employs dancers in the evenings, but there is little else to do here.”

Thera lowered her eyes a moment, curbing her first reply; women were not expected to have an interest in sciences, much less any actual knowledge, having such would belie her impression of a lady of leisure. Instead she relaxed in her chair and fluttered her fan once again, though all it achieved was to move around warm air. “What languages do you read, Don Diego? If I encounter anything suitable, I could send it on?”

Who was she to deny anyone, even an indolent noble son, the chance to learn? If that were truly his wish, she could only approve.

The matter of Zorro on stage - or the matter of Zorro entirely - was clearly not a matter of joy, or even excitement as it was in the whisperings of the poorer people and the cursings of the rich. And neither was … Thera fanned herself again, careful not to allow a frown line to form, no matter how small. Her remark about performances had meant to hint at the caballero himself appearing out of the night, but while she was curious, she wasn’t sure what provoked her to speak of it to Diego.

But this was not the time to puzzle over it, either. “I’ve not visited Madrid very often …” She followed his change of subject, stretching her shoulders as she did, “Salamanca sometimes, and Barcelona. But most of my time in Spain has been spent in Cadiz.” A glance was made in the general direction of the coast, “I’m rather fond of the seaside, you see.”

[foxsocunningandfree]

“You would do that for me? Ah, well, French and Latin of course.” Languages which had been beaten into the head of every boy of noble birth during his schooling, in addition of course to his native Spanish. “I do suppose that my father would wish that English find its way into my library, who knows what business ventures he may be seeking out,” The sigh which followed that statement was not nearly so whistful and longing as before. Diego smiled gratefully, “I hate to impose, please do not rouse yourself to such trouble only on my account. Travel these days is so dangerous, and the roads – oh the roads…. And yet – if you would be so moved, many, many thanks.”

Diego either did not notice, or simply did not care of the manner in which his misunderstanding about El Zorro had been the cause of disappointment. He was still daydreaming about his beloved Spain. The beautiful coastal cities with the fresh sea air, the exotic shops, the opera, even the textiles were far beyond what they had access to in Alta California. He sighed again and smiled like one in a dream. “How does such a wonderfully traveled woman such as yourself find your way to a desert? There is certainly no coastal paradise here, unless what you are seeking is a sleepy land full of sand and herds of cattle I am afraid we will be a terrible disappointment for you.”

Like it was a great effort Diego sat upright in his chair and then pulled himself to standing. “Ah, but perhaps there is one sight which you may find pleasing.” He offered a limp hand, “I doubt it will excite a woman such as yourself, and I admit that I am far too weary to be an acceptable host – but perhaps you will be interested in the governor’s gardens?”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

The caballero didn’t even realize that his death was bearing down on him. Diego relied so much on his quick thinking, his fast reflexes and carefully honed skilled, and yet all of that was failing him in this moment as he was frozen stiff with fear. Like one hypnotized he watched his own reflection in the truck’s grill until some force caught him from the side.

Instead of being flattened from the front something slammed into him from the side and carried him away from the danger. Diego felt all of the air rush out of his lungs and slammed him to the ground, the momentum kept him and whatever it was rolling across the pavement and sidewalk until his head cracked against something hard and metal. The young Don was panting hard to catch the breath that had been forced out as he lay on as hard stone-like surface.

Diego’s eyes were squinting up at the towering buildings as they swam in his vision in time with the pounding on the back of his head. His entire guise was forgotten, the fear and confusion on his face real, as he tried to make sense of what was happening. “Donde esta esto?” He managed to nobody in particular. Able to breathe a little better he rolled over and tried to stand up but only made it as far as his knees before stopping again. Diego stared at the man next to him, different, different enough for him to shade his eyes with a hand while holding on to the metal he’d crashed into with the other and squint into the face of his rescuer, “Capitán?” Then again, recalling the man’s struggles with Spanish, “James? Where are we?”

“Are you mad, sir?! standing in the street like that! That vehicle would’ve surely killed you– ”  He began without looking at the man, rather glaring toward the crazy driver that did not stop to check on the pedestrian he nearly ran over but rather continued to speed away .

But the Spanish dialect and the questioning voice that spoke, the familiarity – HIS NAME.  Those neon green eyes widened turning to gaze down at a face he’d lost centuries ago.

“ No. It can’t be.. ”  a small, yet confused expression..

But it was! Before him was … “ Diego???.. Good Lord, it – really is you?” James was the same but James WASNT the same.   Those eyes were far too bright to be the sea-foam green he was used to, and he was much more pale than the man under the Caribbean sun.

“ You’re no where near your home, I can .. tell you that.  Come. This is no place to have such discussions. ” He extends an ice cold hand, no longer the warm handshake the man was used to from him, as he helped him back to his feet. But they needed to get out of the public eye.

[foxsocunningandfree]

The hand which gripped the bike rack behind him was shaking, the knuckles white from the force of his hold. Diego dropped the hand that had shaded his eyes and his breath whooshed out of his lungs. His head hung between his shoulders as he tried to catch a desperate breath of air. The nearness of his death was shocking, no less because it would have come from some strange mechanical device the likes of which the caballero had never seen or heard of before.

He clung to this one familiar thing. “I…do believe so.” He said and failed to inject even a measure of cheer into his tone. All of the world was too bright at the moment and so the changes within James were unnoticed as Diego accepted the hand that hauled him effortlessly up to his feet.

Again the young man looked at the world around him. The mechanical things continued to rush by spewing smoke and rumbling like beats. Now, though, he could see that they were vehicles of some sort. Though they may as well have operated on magic for all that he could divine about them. The buildings towered so high they likely reached the very heavens, and the people, so many people all in one city. “Yes… yes home seems very far away.” It was with a rather dazed expression that he followed his friend off the street and into one of the many towering buildings.

Thankfully, once inside much of the noise and color was shut out and became a background hum rather than the ear-shattering roar that he could feel even in his chest. “What sort of place is this he demanded again, then after a brief struggle to recall the words due to how rattled he was, repeated himself in English for his friend’s benefit.

[foxsocunningandfree]

My kingdom for someone to write Diego’s father, Alejandro

Almost all the shows and movies end as soon as Alejandro learns Diego is Zorro. We don’t see them reconciling and rebuilding their relationship. We don’t usually get to see Alejandro learning to appreciate Diego the way he is before finding out about Zorro.

Ah my kingdom for family stuff

[fourcornersarizona]

“I ain’t a fool.” Vin stated, as cheerfully as he could in his condition.  “I know enough to listen to a doctor, long as I think he’s got my good at his heart. If I think he’s up to somethin’, I’ll slip out and go find some real help.” Vin had known a few doctors over the years who had tried something sneaky or underhanded on him but, fortunately, each time he had spotted the trap and gotten himself out. It really was difficult, trying to live as a wanted man sometimes…especially with a $500 bounty on his head. Even the best doctor or assistant would be tempted for that kind of money and, even here, he was not really safe. He had no idea how much the reward translated to in pesos—his brain was still too muddled to make the conversion—but he was sure it would still be enough to tempt someone down on their luck or looking for a quick spot of money. He managed a grin at Zorro’s statements regarding the doctor’s actions toward unruly patients. “I’ve known a few doctors like that. Knew a healer once who’d tie peoples’ ankles to their bed if they wouldn’t stay put—really effective when a feller’s got messed up ribs and can’t sit up right.” He managed to scoot himself over a bit to give Zorro a touch more room, not that the bandit really needed it. His friend seemed comfortable enough right where he was. Zorro’s laugh was also infectious. When he laughed, Vin quickly found himself chuckling too….and the mental image of a whole troop of inebriated soldiers (likely led by a wine-addled Sergeant Garcia) piling into his room and stumbling out the window made his amusement grow. Catching his breath, prolonged laughter hurting him more than cheering him, Vin’s eyes still danced at the thought even as Zorro pivoted the conversation and tried to work information out of him. “Oh I reckon there are….not many taverns in these parts so everyone a bit dry ends up at this one.” He resettled himself in the bed before sighing. “All in all, it was mighty normal….I was in here getting a meal and a bunch of the Comandante’s boys were gettin’ drunk and rowdy. Garcia wasn’t with ‘em….when he’s around, he’s so soppy, he gets them all singin’ love songs. But it was some new guy headin’ ‘em up…a real ass. He got it into his head he didn’t like Americanos much, and since I was sittin’ right there….well…things got heated. I figured, and the owner too, that since the Comandante’s men did most of the breakin’, he and his should do most of the payin’. He didn’t see it like that.” Vin paused to catch his breath before shrugging again. “So…that’s about that….”

[foxsocunningandfree]

“Pasqual, I believe is the man you’re speaking of.” Zorro’s eyes glittered behind his mask as he spoke of the new gentleman. “He has newly arrived from Spain and to my understanding, he is not here entirely by choice.” No, Monastario’s new man was here because of a duel that had resulted in the death of his opponent. Zorro hoped that the man would not stay long, and was only waiting for the tide of political and social backlash to abate before returning to Spanish society. Unfortunately, it was also possible that the new officer might decide to spend his time searching for a new opponent to try the firmness of his blade against.

Zorro had no doubt that there was a woman involved at the center of the fatal fight. It might, he decided, be a good idea to ensure that the new man did not endanger the young men and women of Los Angeles. In the same vein, perhaps a vital lesson had been learned that would prevent such behavior in the immediate future.

Ah, if only he could be so lucky.

The highwayman was quiet as Tanner finished his story and then he smiled. “Do not worry. I’m certain that the soldiers will be persuaded to pay for their share of the damages. You, my friend, need only worry about your own. If I am to hold our dear Captain to his responsibilities, then I certainly must do the same for you as well.” He reached forward and perhaps a bit roughly, patted Vin on the shoulder. “You would do well to avoid Esteban Pasqual for the time being, and I shall also make myself scarce unless there is need.”

[fourcornersarizona]

A prickle of concern ran up Vin’s spine when his friend almost collapsed against the cave wall, likely jarred by his attempts to respond to the bounty hunter’s words. Before he could reach the cavern, Zorro seemed to recover himself somewhat and straightened up. Frowning faintly, Vin kept his eye on the other man as Zorro worked his way toward the security of the log seats at a snail’s pace. “Yeah,” Vin confirmed Zorro’s words. “I don’t know what ‘xactly you were doing when you took the fall but, knowing you, you were showin’ off. Josefina says it’s a downright miracle you only cracked your head and didn’t split the whole thing open. You can thank your hat for that—it took a chunk of the damage for you.” Vin cared deeply for his friend, but it was an undeniable fact that Diego liked to do crazy stunts just for the sheer thrill of it. Vin had a more cautious approach to life. He spent so many years living by himself in the wilds that he knew when a man should take a risk and when he should refrain. As a rule, Vin believed in refraining from anything but the most necessary stunts. Of course, what he deemed to be necessary followed a criteria which baffled most people who knew him. Even given that, it could not be denied that Zorro liked doing crazy stunts simply because he could and it impressed people.   Zorro made it to the logs and sat down, still staring around him. Filling a tin cup with water, Vin brought it over and took a seat on the other log, facing his friend. He held the drink out while watching Zorro intently. The man seems completely dazed, staring at everything with the confusion of a new-born babe but Vin decides not to focus on it. After a crack like that, followed by two days asleep, it will take some time for him to settle back into the real world again. When Zorro asked him what happened, Vin pushed his hat back with his free hand. Zorro’s insistence that he did not remember riding Tornado was….new. As far as Vin knew, Tornado was the only horse his friend used. “Well, you were giving the Commandante and his goons a good chase….and you must’a done that part right because they made it up to my spot and I led ‘em all over the countryside. Once they tuckered out and went home, I went to meet up with you. I found you in this little spot down here with your head busted open and blood everywhere. Tornado’s got a bit of a limp so I reckon he must’a mis-stepped and you went flyin’. But you were ridin’ Tornado.” He emphasized. “We’ve known each other a while and I’ve never seen you ride another.”

[foxsocunningandfree]

“Ah.” Diego answered. Yes…showing off. He couldn’t help a grin. “That sounds accurate.” He felt around the bandage with a wince as his fingers brushed against the large lump near his ear. “Of course, this does put one argument to rest. I’ve been told before that my ears stick out so much that I could probably take flight. We’ve proven them wrong.” With an effort he half stood and moved his log chair closer to the small fire in the hopes it might chase away the chill from having been laying out on the ground for the past two days. It made the world lurch again, his stomach do a flip, and the young caballero sat heavily.

The water that the American offered was accepted gratefully and he sipped, letting it settle the nausea. “Tomorrow I’ll have to return home…my father must be out of his mind with worry.” Which reminded him of a point her had meant to bring up before. “Why aren’t I at home? Surely it would be better to have called a cart and call my father’s doctor than stay here in a cave – though please, don’t think I’m ungrateful I only… something is not right here.” He sighed and began to shake his head, stopped when the world threatened to spin and tip him right off the precarious log and then stopped, held up a hand in a gesture that the helpful stranger give him a moment.

Riding all over the countryside, yes, perhaps antagonizing the soldiers into giving chase – yes that made sense as well. But why on Bernardo’s wild colt? Who…well… no longer appeared to be a colt. And this man, who said he had known him for many years and yet was a perfect stranger. Diego felt his heart fluttering in his chest as wracking his brain was not bringing up any answers. “Perhaps…given another night of rest, the answers will provide themselves.” It was said as much to reassure himself as it was to address the stranger.

[memesomething]

send me an idea for a drabble involving our muses & i'll try to write it.

this could be a drabble between our two muses, or a drabble about my muse talking about yours with other characters, or thinking about yours, or even a drabble where my muse experiences some life event, etc etc. ('drabble' here means a one-shot narrative, not the '100-word flash fiction' definition).

[foxsocunningandfree]

2, 9 and 11 :)

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

When I was itty bitty tiny, like second grade or the first half of my third grade year, my mom got me a VHS tape of The Mark of Zorro (1940) and the VHS box set of Zorro's Fighting Legion. A friend of mine and I used to have dress-up sets in the playroom and she always used my brother's Batman cape to be Zorro and I had asked her who that was, she couldn't explain all that well so I asked mom. And I gotta tell you I have watched those so often I literally wore the tapes out. I now have a pretty sizeable collection of Zorro movies and serials on DVD but the 1940 is still my favorite.

Zorro was the reason I got into horseback riding, Spanish style fencing, history, all sorts of stuff. It really all started with dress-up and old black and white VHS tapes. I was Zorro for many years for Halloween.

Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?

Honestly not really, but I also don't have enough muse and plots to have grown the character much beyond canon. The other thing is that the canon itself is very flexible. Johnston McCulley's book is not the same as Douglas Fairbank's movie, but then McCulley tweaked his own canon to follow the movie better and it's all gone from there. I try to stick to the original book, the 1940 movie, a little bit of Guy William's, and the Isabelle Allende novel.

Just throw it all in the blender and see what comes out.

Are there some things you dislike about how the show/series/etc. portray the character you have picked up? If so, what?

Yes

Zorro Rides Again

It shouldn't have been a thing lol it's the biggest load of over the top NARM. The only saving grace is Yakima Canutt and his awesome stunts.

[melamemea]

canon questionare.

questions best asked for those who portray canon characters, and for those who’d like to get to know the author behind said canons better.

What made you pick up this character?

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

What’s the best thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

What’s the worst thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

What’s the best thing about the fandom?

What’s the worst thing about the fandom?

What’s the best thing about the canon you are writing?

What’s the worst thing about the canon you are writing?

Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?

Would you say that your portrayal is canon divergent or not? 

Are there some things you dislike about how the show/series/etc. portray the character you have picked up? If so, what?

What would you say is the most unique trait about your character?

Are there any other characters from the franchise you’d like to play?

Are there some characters from the franchise you can’t stand? 

What are your thoughts on the canon ships for the character, if any?

What is your personal ship bias for your canon character?

Are there any ships you can’t stand, why?

How long have you been writing the character?

Should people get into the franchise your writing from, yes or no?

If you could sum up your character with one sentence, what would it be?

Which song do you feel describes your character the most and why?