HESTIA ESPEN is TWENTY FIVE YEARS OLD.People say they look like VICTORIA PEDRETTI, but they don’t see it. They were once known as DANI ARDOR from MIDSOMMAR, but now they’re just your average VICTIM. I’d watch out if I were you, I wouldn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side. You never know what might happen…
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name: hestia espen
character: dani ardor (midsommar)
age: twenty five
gender/pronouns: cis female, she/her
sexual orientation: bisexual, leaning towards women
date of birth: march 19th, 1995
zodiac chart: ☉ pisces ☾ scorpio ⭡cancer
positive traits: compassionate and sentimental, independent. sensual and progressive. tolerant, sincere, completely and utterly dedicated to those she loves and trusts.
negative traits: spaced out behavior, absent-mindedness, tendency to be led astray, over-sensitivity, and emotionalism. desperate for any form of human connection with a conflicting call to be alone.
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ANXIETY TW, PANIC DISORDER TW, DRUG TW, DEATH MENT. TW
hestia was born and raised alongside the most loving parents one could have, and her sister. the girl was constantly surrounded by love and light, but, there was always something in her: a pang of extreme sadness in her heart, a tickle in her throat and a knot in her stomach, every time her eyes fell on her family... as if she knew something they didn’t. sometimes, in even the happiest moments, hestia would burst into inconsolable tears around them...and she never knew why. one reoccurring dream of their demise, one that was all too real where she’d wake with the smell of car exhaust in her nostrils, haunted her every waking day of her life since she was a small child. years of this caused hestia to be diagnosed with general anxiety and panic disorder.
that dream wasn’t the only thing that plagued her. her senses were constantly being taken over by phantom memories - small things put her on edge: vibrant yellows, the smell of burning wood, the sound of cheery music, and her ears ache of deep breathing, gasping, moaning in pain, weeping and shrieking - even when nobody is there. sometimes even teddy bears may send her into an episode.
she feels most at peace at work, the floral shop she owns next to the funeral home. there is something comforting to hestia, tending to living plants so close to a place of death. sure, everyone knows plants and flowers are alive, but, hestia actually can see each inhale and exhale the flowers take - the scent of the flowers seemingly protects her from all of the things that haunt her - the things she doesn’t understand.
aside from the floral shop, hestia finds hobby in growing medical marijuana and psilocybin mushrooms. they aren’t for sale, or even for gifts, but are simply for herself to self medicate herself when she feels her mental health spiraling.
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her name, is a reference to midsommar itself: hestia (fireside) espen (god-bear).
through technically dani is considered a villain from her actions, she is a victim. she was manipulated, she was taken advantage of by her ‘friends’, her boyfriend, and her experience with the hårga.
hestia just wants to live a life without the concern that she will be manipulated once again. due to this, she tends to keep to herself unless she can know for sure that she can trust someone.
Kingsley woke up in pain, or the phantoms of pain, and with Juniper’s name on his lips. Katie had been cradled against his chest with her face to his shirt to keep it from the smoke and the absence of her small body threw him. No, no he wasn’t supposed to give her to anyone but Juniper, they needed all the hands they could, Voldemort was here and this was no place for a baby.
He opened his eyes, hands still searching for Katie and her frantic hitching cries, to find himself staring at the walls of St. Mungo’s hospital. No. No, he couldn’t be in the hospital, he had to give Katie to Juniper, he had to--- Merlin’s beard he hurt everywhere.
“What’s happened?” He demanded, frantic, breath coming in shallow fits and starts. “I was only down for a moment, I swear, I was only-- this isn’t right, get me back there, I need-- where’s Katie? She was with me, I had her, I just had her, she was right here, I’m not to let anyone but Juniper take her, she’s precious where--- where---?”
the haunting of hill house is probably the best tv series i have ever seen. but i recommend people with mental illness to think twice about watching it. it had loads of triggers and i had two panic attacks watching it, it had some of my worst triggers. but i still finished it bc it was so good lmao
FIRST LADY OF THE UNITED STATES FROM 2016 TO 2018 / PRIVATE CITIZEN. *
･:*:･ﾟ☆ ( jessica chastain. forty-six. cisfemale. she/her ) ↷ isadora m. reeves has been spotted running around washington, dc. they have been a former supervisory special agent for two months. their friends describe them to be analytical, forthright, & methodical while others describe them to be fickle, neutral & resentful. will they survive this new administration and be part of history? only time will tell. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ *
full name: isadora mariëlla reeves ( née van zoelen )
occupation: retired supervisory special agent ( fbi )
hola hola ! i’m frankie and i go by the she/her pronouns ; i’m so thrilled to be a part of politicushq. you’ve no idea ! this is the love of my life , isadora & i hope y’all love her as much as i do even though she might have a tough exterior. i’m extremely eager to write her out ! i’m TRASH™ when it comes to describing my characters but i’ll try my very best. she means well even if you don’t think she does ! i don’t even know what else to say about myself but if you’d like to plot or even chat , my d*scord is : farrokh bulsara#7928 . i’m trying to get the hang of it still, but feel free to add me on there if it’s easier. please love us & thank you so much for taking the time in reading this pretty lame introduction. ♡ she is kind of inspired by emily prentiss from criminal minds.
life before moving into the white house:
ISADORA van ZOELEN was born in the manhattan borough of new york city to dutch-french ( naturalized american citizens ) parents who migrated to the united states in the 60′s to seek the american dream lifestyle. her parents, constantin & nadine, are hard-working, reliable people and raised their kids in a middle - class working family. they didn’t live a privileged life but they sure had a roof over their heads, and that was something to be thankful for ( considering manhattan is somewhat of an expensive city to live in ).
the redhead has always had ambitions of giving back to her community and work for the nation’s law enforcement agency: the federal bureau of investigation. that was her goal ever since graduating from stuyvesant high school in 1990. she hoped and prayed for her well-being.
she met edward reeves in her second year at university, and boy did she fall in love. they were complete opposites or that is what she assumed. there was no way that isadora’s in his league. however, they were both really ambitious and dedicated for wanting to pursue their careers; that’s when it all started for them.
they dated for a few years, marrying two years after graduating. she still didn’t think she was good enough for him but did everything she could to become an fbi agent. luckily, she received his support. through thick and thin, everything was going well when she started training at quantico.
her training days were HARD but worth it. she was competivite and was inclined to be supportive and worked best as/with a team. only a few are handpicked to work in the dept that she aimed for. she proved her point, she finally made it through sweat, tears and blood. isadora’s highly skilled/trained with weaponry, mixed martial arts, and self-defense.
when she was 27 years old, isadora was pregnant with their child and welcomed MASON into the world. edward and isadora’s first-born, their only son. they were over the moon! their family was growing. she never thought she’d ever become a mother but holding him in her arms changed her. she was absolutely terrified but isadora’s heart grew warmer.
before she knew it, she was back at work after being on maternity leave. she’d go to work doing everything for her husband, son; their small family. long hours at work & on the field were excruciating. all she wanted to do was be home with their baby boy. 9 hour shifts would turn into almost 14 hour shifts. she would rarely sleep by the time she’d get home. however, edward and isadora hired a nanny to care for their son while they were away.
whenever isadora was home, she’d never talk about work. she’s witnessed some of the most heartbreaking cases ever and had gotten even emotional over time whenever kids were involved. it's not something any person should witness yet she was strong. she had to have a tough exterior for the victims and their well-being.
trying her best to not seem invasive in their lives, she’d make sure everything went according to plan. no schemes, no bullshit. you don’t want to get on her bad side; she’ll scold and tell someone off in front of people if she has to they ever did something cynical just for their own interest. she’ll remind them that it’s not about them, it’s about the people. she doesn’t have time to babysit people who are grown and know from right and wrong. it should be evident.
the next thing she knew, she was pregnant with their second child, a daughter, SALLY ANN. she was welcomed into the world 1+ year after mason. holding her in her arms made her realize that she had to dedicate her time to being a mom, before she didn’t have the time to do so anymore. she decided to leave work although it was a tough decision. she loved her job but she loved her kids even more. she had to be there for them. she let their nanny off on paid-leave and offered them to come back whenever they wanted. ( the nanny had their own room in the reeves’ residence )
as soon as her children were adolescents, she went back to work confident as ever. fast forward a couple of years and edward has decided to run for president; releasing his presidential campain in 2016. ISADORA WAS BLINDSIDED. going into politics was something she did not want her family to go through. she became furious when he actually won the electoral college vote. there were days when she couldn’t even look at him.
resulting in his win, she thought she lost everything. not her family life but her career, everything she worked for. would it be possible to still work for the fbi and become the first lady of the united states? there was but she was assigned desk work and became miserable. she wasn’t too happy.
living in the white house:
it was evident that the reeves’ lives changed forever. before moving into the white house, their daughter had turned to isadora and had trouble breathing. sally had a panic attack. she was upset and spoke to edward when they arrived home. isadora didn’t know how to control her temper, so she became extremely protective of sally after her panic disorder diagnosis. has she failed her family?
she lost her confidence after being blindsided and eventually moving into the white house. she still worked for the agency but it wasn’t the same anymore. what was the point? she was willing to risk her life but not like this, not as the first lady.
a year of being in the white house, she realized that her husband’s agenda wasn’t what was planned through his campain. what was going on? lies and schemes of politicians, she thought. the redhead starting asking around about edd’s progress with a sincere smile on her face ... but wasn’t always given the answers she was looking for. little did they know, she could easily read people’s behavior but kept her mouth shut most of the time and was observant. after all, that was her job.
as a mother, isadora encouraged her children to do what they wanted with their studies. not forcing them to stick around at the white house if they didn’t want to. BULLSHIT. it was all shit and her life was changing far too much. she’s a chameleon, however. she wanted to avoid blaming her husband for what was happening. she had to clean up his mess.
isadora decided to let everything go and went along with it. all she wanted was a psychiatrist to talk to her and ease her life a little bit, but avoided thinking about it.
september 30th, the day she’d spoken to edward about his progress, being a supportive wife rather than a bitter one. it was the first time they’d spoken to each other as husband and wife. just themselves that morning. it was special. she felt loved. she needed to make it up to him somehow, apologizing endlessly. he forgave her.
sticking around the white house, or tending to her first lady duties, she was eventually escorted to a safer place. the next thing isadora knew, she was on her way to the hospital. one of the secret service agents had told her what happened. she was in shock. not realizing that she was the first one there, her husband arriving shortly after, she panicked. it wasn’t obvious but she panicked.
president reeves and vice president samuels are pronounced dead. isadora fell into the hospital floor on her knees. there weren’t tears in her eyes yet, but isa didn’t know how to react either. she never thought her husband and their colleague would end up being assassinated. mrs. reeves was furious. although being by her husband’s lifeless body, she didn’t leave his side. she couldn’t even after everything they went through. she couldn’t find it in her heart to deliver the news to mason and sally ann, not being able to form sentences when she’d open her mouth to speak.
she wants to hide from the world, longing to return to her hometown of new york city. she wants to get away. away from the press, away from everyone. she knew people had different opinions about potus and vpotus, but why did they have to be assassinated? that shoudn’t have happened. where was security, the secret service agents? endless questions were running through her mind. but running away wasn’t a solution. she wanted to do something. she needed answers? should she go back to the fbi headquarters? she didn’t know what to do.
her former co-workers have reached out to her, she had tears in her eyes after hearing every single one of their voices. was the new female president going to kick her out of the white house? where could she go? she didn’t realize how much she missed working with her unit. she needs to come back but she felt like she was a target after her husband’s death... even though she didn’t have much to do with his agenda. she did clean up his mess and maybe people were beginning to figure it out. she’s gotten paranoid.
two months later, november 25th, president reeves’ funeral comes around. isadora couldn’t stay longer than a few hours, so she had to leave. it was all overwhelming. she’d have her sunglasses on, never having the intention of taking them off, and her eyes red from crying. she didn’t want to be seen. she was truly grateful from the outpouring support and condolences she’s received but... her life changed. she no longer had the love of her life with her, by her bedside, raising their children despite being a changing man after involving himself in politics.
what could she possibly do? she didn’t know where to go or who to trust. she did, however, support the new president, carolyn anderson. what was her agenda going to be like? she didn’t know? if anything, she’d stand by her if the time were to come but now isn’t the greatest time. isadora will eventually come back to her altruistic self, and hopefully soon. because when she’s back, no one will want to mess with her. she’ll be a changing woman.
revised and edited on november 27th at 9:57AM. edited again to add the info at 10:19. lmao i forgot to add the info.
i don’t know if it was mentioned before, but her main priority for becoming an agent was to provide safety to minority groups. it’s important to her. if no one else would stand up to injustices, then why can’t she? yes, isadora is a white woman but she’ll be your ally through and through. if she could’ve had the chance, she would’ve ran her president herself. but it’s not her cup of tea.
shit, i forgot what else. it’ll come back to me sooner or later.
Im housesitting my moms house rn and I tried riding her bike to the store but her lock is apparently busted so the key was stuck in the lock so i had to ask a stranger to watch it while i did groceries in 3 minutes which kind of resulted in a panic attack
so when i calmed down from that i tried to cycle home but at the first intersection two cars crashed into each other shortly after i crossed and i was already nervous about cars so im having a triple panick attack deluxe rn
I think the drivers are okay theyre yelling at each other and one car is pretty busted
KWON JAKYUNG, better known as JACKIE, is the LEADER AND MAIN RAPPER of ORIGIN under GOLD STAR MEDIA. He was born on DECEMBER 21, 1994. He looks a little like KIM JIWON (BOBBY) OF IKON.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
faceclaim: kim jiwon (bobby) member of ikon
legal name: kwon jakyung
stage name: jackie
pronouns: he/him, they/them
birth date: 21/12/1994
hometown: jeju
position: leader, main rapper of origin
claims:
BIOGRAPHY
triggers: mentions of bullying, panic disorders, anxiety, stress
jakyung was born in daegu in 1994 to a loving and hardworking family. both parents were teachers with a middle class income but if you asked him if he ever felt like he was deprived of anything ever, jakyung said no. not that he remembers much, but he managed to develop a very healthy relationship with his parents since he was young. lucky for him, it carried well throughout the years.
he spent his early years in daegu, a very normal and happy childhood from what can be seen on pictures and from memories. the family experienced their first move when he was 10, his parents haven gotten a job at an international school in jeju. they took the opportunity with open hands, and so did jakyung. it was indeed a little awkward, having your parents teach you lessons every now and again, however, he didn't complain. he was one of the few kids that got to leave during the weekends to live with his family and he cherished those moments a lot.
overall, the experience was well, he looks fondly back to it. there were occasions of when he would get comments about his looks, about his grades, about a lot of stuff, but it never really bothered him. jakyung had thick skin or so he thought. he was proven wrong later on.
when he was 16, he lost a bet to a close friend of his, to audition for a nearby gold star audition. you know, like what normal kids that age do. he had a little bit of experience with music, he was part of the school band, played the saxophone and drums, he was super keen on going to nore bangs, he enjoyed rapping. just small things, he never thought he would be any good at making a living out of those things. however, fate was a weird thing and he passed the auditions. he thought it would be fun.
his parents weren't super found of this decision, mainly because they weren't okay with his dropping out of this school. it didn't take a lot of persuasion for jakyung to pack his bags and head to seoul. he had no problems with the harsh training, three years was absolutely nothing. he could have handled more. unfortunately, it was the survival show that landed a hit. when stress started to physically show itself in the form of fast heartbeat, chest pain, breathing difficulty it got jakyung worried. not enough to seek help, no, he had mentioned it to a staff member or two, but nothing was done about it. not until after debut at least.
having won the survival show should have been something jakyung felt proud and happy about, but it was also a time when netizens were tearing into him. from his looks, to his skills as a rapper, dancer and leader. it was shortly after debut that jakyung was finally diagnosed with panic disorder, but it was kept under wraps. of course it happened after numerous visits to doctors and hospitals, it was hard to accept it. he didn't want people to know and neither did gold star. it felt like a dirty little secret really, it wasn't something he wanted to do, but it had to be that way. his mental health didn't improve until 2015. in fact, nowadays he would think it got even worse during those few years.
it was when i need u brought origin their first win jakyung felt like he was able to breath properly. he felt like he had pushed and held up for long enough to be able to relax. slow and steady, less than a year later, he was glowing to say the least. he was proud to be on stage, he was proud to be part of origin, he was proud to be standing with the rest of the members on stage. it was really from them onwards he took the role of leader even more seriously than before.
as the years passed by and origin reached new highs no one could have imagined, jakyung had managed to do good for himself as well. he didn't think a single simple event as a first win could have started such a domino effect. from struggling to gain recognition in korea to breaking records and selling out stadiums. with all those achievements, of course came in the doubt and stress, the injuries, the expectations, the masses of people waiting for the wrong move to be done and everything to fall apart. jakyung is very aware of this, however, as the leader and backbone of origin, he has no intention on letting that ever happen.
at this point, having been agoraphobic (& homebound) since june, i’ve been looking back on my past self with utter amazement. i can’t believe i used to have a job - a job with a fifteen minute commute over a very long bridge, no less. i can’t believe i used to travel with my family, on planes and long car rides, in big, unfamiliar cities and sketchy train stations. i can’t believe i used to go to school dances that were thirty minutes away from home, by myself, and dance and laugh for hours and not feel nauseous or terrified once. i can’t believe i wandered around disney world unaccompanied, buying my own meals, waiting in lines, taking pictures with characters, enjoying myself. i just can’t believe i used to have a life, that i used to do more than just exist and panic and sleep. i miss being her. being happy and brave and living. i miss it so much.
