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REVENGE attack on @poisonoyous of their bb Alice <333
★ Commission Info ★ Ko-Fi ★ Artfight
List of Snicket-Verse Characters I headcanon as Asian Descent, Fully or Partly, with the One (1) Book Canonical Asian Character
The One (1) Book Canonical
Haruki [Murakami]: Japanese. Originally born in Kyoto in the Fushimi-ku ward, Haruki and his family moved to the City when he was six due to his father’s job (in the organization). When it comes to reading and writing Japanese, it isn’t as perfect as people assume, for Haruki spend more of his childhood reading and writing in English. Speaking Japanese though, Haruki can 100% do.
Headcanons Characters, ATWQ
Dashiell Qwerty: Chinese descent. Qwerty is an alias surname his family uses when out in the field for VFD. His real surname is Qiao, and whenever not in the field, volunteers call him Qiao. Or ‘Q’, if they can’t pronounce it. Dashiell has a technical middle name; his Chinese given name, Qiang. Dashiell is (was) only call Qiang by his parents.
Ornette is the only one who has one parent confirmed to be dead.
Moxie's father is alive, and her mother left to the city. So did Cleo's parents, and Jake's.
Pip and Squeak's father is "sick," while it's implied that he's dead, it's never actually stated or confirmed. Their mother is never mentioned. Neither is Kellar and Lizzie's father, and their mother is alive and well.
Well, actually, if you include Ellington in the Stain'd-by-the-Sea children, Ornette's not the only one anymore, because her father is dead too...
The Adults of Stain'd-by-the-Sea: Alice Lost (All the Wrong Questions)
Alice had an enormous collection of statues and a great number of her own sculptures as well. They were displayed in the Far West Wing of this very hotel. My wife hoped the glyptotheca would attract tourists, but things didn’t go as planned.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You could burn down a whole glyptotheca and not find the statue you wanted to steal.
Ornette froze, and read the line again.
Sensitive
- “I love you”, I said. - “I like this moment too”, you replied. I noticed. I noticed it all. It’s like watching a bad drama all over again and you can’t stop watching it for no reason at all. I notice all the hints, all the switch of words, I’m sensitive like that, and I know what will happen since it happened before. I will never change like that person that will never change the channel even if the worst drama in the world is playing. Somehow you don’t quite remember everything until some part happens and you keep watching it to make sure you aren’t wrong. I am not wrong. I know how this drama will end and I’m hating every single second of it.
Out of it.
With that said, she brakes down into tears, curling up with her emotions embracing her. Anxiety was pilling up so much that it felt like as if the world was swallowed by her and stuck in her throat. The earthquakes shaking up her stomach and her hands. “I fucked up, I don’t know what to do!” - and she didn’t. feelings were never into her understanding and most likely will never be. Maybe she made things worse with her words, maybe she destroyed her chance by talking too much. She wished to disappear with every fiber of her body, wished to stop her words, her body, stop everything, even her thoughts.
Can you still remember?
Nostalgia is a sickness that comes within.
While you think about what you have now, you can't help miss what you had before.
It consumes your heart for a while and the loss of perception becomes blurred.
For such moments, I reckon there's no cure, but we still search for the sweet and sour taste of the past.