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“It wasn’t even a good kiss-” The Lemurian love interest spluttered out, very clearly offended. “Excuse you, boo, I’m a phenomenal kisser. The best, actually.”

“Sure, sure.”

[Constellation, ‘Caged Protector’ laughs.]

[Constellation, ‘Conspiring Devoter’ arches an eyebrow at the ‘Caged Protector’ asks if he’s not a good kisser.]

[Constellation, ‘Caged Protector’ reassures the ‘Conspiring Devoter’ that his kissing isn’t lacking.]

[Constellation, ‘Trusted Traitor’ muses that it could be better.]

[Constellation, ‘Conspiring Devoter’ tells the ‘Trusted Traitor’ that no one asked for his opinion.]

Tips for Writing Rich Kids / Nepo Babies!!

(Characters who say “we’re not that rich” while standing in a kitchen with two islands)

⊹ Rich characters are not all the same kind of rich. There’s old money, new money, fake-rich, influencer-rich, political-family rich, celebrity-child rich, “my dad owns half the town” rich, “my family has buildings named after them” rich, and “we are in debt but the house still has a gate” rich. The type matters. Old money is often quieter, colder, more coded. New money may be louder, shinier, more defensive. A trust fund kid and a child of a famous actor are both privileged, but the pressure around them is very different.

⊹ They don’t always know what things cost, and that can be funny or ugly. A rich character might casually suggest ordering food when everyone else is counting money. They might think a “cheap trip” means only one hotel room per person. They might say “just get a new one” about something another character saved months to buy. Don’t make them cartoon evil every time. Sometimes they’re not cruel, just completely untrained in normal consequences.

⊹ Privilege can look like confidence, but it can also look like cluelessness. Some rich kids walk into rooms like every door has already decided to open for them. They email professors casually. They talk to adults like equals. They negotiate without sweating. They assume problems can be solved because, historically, their problems have been solved. That doesn’t mean they’re brave. Sometimes it means they have never had to imagine the floor disappearing. NEVER!

⊹ A rich kid may have everything and still feel like their life was already assigned before they arrived. The right school, the right friends, the right internship, the right partner, the right public image. They may not be allowed to fail privately because every mistake becomes embarrassing for the family. Poor characters often fight for access. Rich characters often fight for selfhood. Different cage, but still a cage.

⋆˙⟡ Write the staff situation carefully. I mean IF there are housekeepers, drivers, nannies, assistants, guards, cooks, gardeners, tutors, PLEASE REMEMBER those people ARE NOT FURNITURE! They know everything. They see the family without performance. A rich child might be closer to the nanny than the parent. A driver might know every secret because rich people forget workers can hear. That dynamic can be warm, exploitative, complicated, loyal, resentful, or all of it at once.

⊹ A nepo baby may be talented and still protected. This is the annoying part, but it’s true. The character might actually be good at acting, music, business, politics, whatever. The point is not “they have no talent.” The point is they got more chances to prove it. More safety when they failed. Better teachers. Better rooms. Better introductions. A more interesting nepo baby knows they are good and still wonders how much of their success belongs to them.

⊹ They may be weirdly lonely. Money can buy privacy, but it can also create distance. People may want access, status, favors, invitations, jobs, proximity. A rich character might never know whether someone likes them or likes the life around them. Their birthday party is full, but somehow nobody knows they hate being alone after everyone leaves.

⊹ Their “normal” is not normal, and you can use that. Maybe they grew up with security cameras, charity galas, boarding school, ski trips, private doctors, family lawyers, summer houses, tutors, and adults who called them “sir” when they were twelve. They may be totally calm in luxury but panic in ordinary situations. They can handle a formal dinner with ambassadors but not a laundromat. That contrast is PURE GOLD!

⊹ Class guilt is not the same as class awareness!! A rich character can feel guilty and still benefit from everything. They can say “I hate rich people” while living off rich people money. They can donate, volunteer, dress down, date someone broke, reject the family business, and still not fully understand what it means to have no safety net. Mens: guilt can be sincere and useless at the same time.

⊹ Their friendships can be transactional without anyone saying it. Who gets invited to the lake house? Who gets introduced to the producer? Who gets their internship through whose father? Who disappears when the family loses money?

⊹ Give them specific habits, not just designer names. They know which fork to use. They pack like hotels will have everything. They don’t check prices on menus. They know how to speak to lawyers. They call adults by first names because they grew up around powerful people. They own luggage that looks more emotionally stable than most characters. Specific behavior sells the class background better than writing “Gucci” every five seconds.

⊹ Let them be funny without making them dumb (Please.) Rich characters can be unintentionally hilarious because their survival skills are so uneven. They might know five languages and not know how to unclog a sink. They might discuss inheritance law calmly but be defeated by public transport. They might say something insane like “we only had the small yacht that summer” and genuinely not hear it. Comedy works best when they are smart in one world and helpless in another.

⊹ Losing money should feel like identity collapse. If the family fortune disappears, it is not just “now they are poor.” It’s shame, secrecy, social exile, changed friendships, sold houses, unpaid staff, parents panicking, old friends pretending not to notice, and the character realizing how much of their personality was built on always having a backup plan.

sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you're right and you should say it.

Role Reversed

What if Valko was the living person and I was the fictional character?

A/N: If you want to do something like this for yourself, make your own post. I'm basing his personality on the PV's and the "leaks," true or not, that were floating around twitter last week.

Character Tropes: Golden retriever x Black cat, Extrovert adopts the introvert, Opposites attract

"Shockwave" as in the Gura Gura no mi from One Piece (vibrations) and Black Canary's sonic scream from DC comics.

Thankfully for him, Obito was already there so Kakashi didn't have to track him down.

Obito was taken by surprise.

"Kakashi-" He was using the stupid Madara voice.

Kakashi took off the orange mask that Obito was wearing and pulled down his own.

He kissed Obito with all the desperation of a long lost lover, a few tears streamed down his face.

Obito stilled, frozen in shock.

Once Kakashi was done, he carassed Obito's face.

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you." Kakashi whispered before giving him a more chaste kiss and getting the fuck out of Kamui.

-

Meanwhile Obito's PoV:

Obito's morning was going fine actually. He was setting the places in motion like he always do when Bakashi ruined it like always.

The fucking bastard managed to learn how to enter the kamui dimension, didn't have the decency to let him keep his identity and unmask him. Even worse, bastard pulled down his own mask and Obito was honestly mad that all he was hiding was just a fucking beauty mark. (Oh why did he have to look so hot?)

Then Bakashi kissed him.

Obito was ashamed to admit that he froze. He was still reeling from the fact that Kakashi showed his bare face.

Obito was mad that he was a fucking good kisser. of course, he was. Stupid Bakashi being good at everything that he does

Bakashi had then pulled out that sappiest line ever:

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you"

Him with his scars? Beautiful? Was he mocking him?

Then, he kissed Obito one more time before disappearing like he was never there.

For the next hour, Obito stood there, trying to process what had happened.

Did someone genjutsu him? Was someone pranking him?

Did Bakashi finally lost it?

Zayne

Nothing is visually off about him at first glance. He's become a reputable surgeon and a steady doctor to the Syndicate. He appears to be cold and distant but compassionate about his patients. But he becomes rather... other, at times. His every step seems to be accompanied by the sound of rustling fabrics and threads. He speaks too certainly at times, as though he himself is the one that reaps life. His reflection never stays stable, and before long, whatever hold his reflections cracks and splinters. Look for too long or too close, and you'll see infinite fractals of him that are not truly rooted in reality. Splintering and fracturing beyond your understanding or your comprehension. Do not meet the eyes of his reflection unless you wish for your mind to be pulled into the endless fractals whilst your body shuts down. He is kind, yes, but beware his wrath, as it is as divine as whatever that Weaves and twice as frigid.

Sylus

Incessant cries of a murder of crows. Black feathers swirling and slicing. Red eyes that are watchful and sharp. The consigliere and the boss of the Onychinus branch is notoriously dangerous. Chaos bends to him as energy does. He is dangerous and appears to be exactly that. But do not be fooled by the known danger he poses. He is Fiend, and that nature will never be erased. He is apocalyptic, and although you who have not experienced an apocalypse do not know what that means, you will feel it. The sudden unexplainable thrumming of your heart, the urge to hide away, and the dread prickling at the back of your neck... Most times, if you have simply annoyed him, things would end like that. But if you truly anger him, you will know so. You will hear low, growl-like laughter from every shadow you cast. You will see crimson eyes blinking and curving and following. There will be no reprieve.

Rafayel

He is beautiful. Unearthly in his appearance, and coaxing in voice. His beauty is not grounded in humanity. He's accompanied by the sound of flutes and horns, the lapping of waves and the screams of egotistical sailors that thought they knew the open ocean. He is largely uncaring of everything bar things that he deems to be worth caring about. Don't be overconfident. You will never be one of such things. Contradiction is his second nature, fitting of the Seas. He is coaxingly soft and viciously violent. He is cruel and kind. He is unrestrained yet leashed. Be wary of the songs that follow him, and be warier of the songs he sings. His songs are not for human ears and hearing songs that are not for you would do nothing but bring forth his ire and rob your mind of quiet.

Xavier

Is he human or is he not? He appears human, but at first glance, there is something that flags up the many ways he may not be. But what else could he be but human? He is soft, and he exudes an air that screams safety. Almost too much so. In his presence, you find it easier to breathe, to sleep, and to let the deepest secrets you have slip. By the time you realise this, it's too late. When he wishes to, he will move at an unthinkable speed and slaughter everything in his way. He is unnaturally graceful, and light shines upon him as though he was born to wear it like a crown. He references things far, far in the past as though it had happened mere days ago. He is recognised in part, anywhere he goes. He is just, and as long as you have done no harm in the large scheme of things, you have no true need to fear him. But beware his arrival, as his light can and will leave you without comprehensible sight.

Caleb

The final sentinel. Man and metal, warm and cold. Do not assume that he knows nothing about you. Because he will. He is Aware and he wields that knowledge as he wields gravitational fields. You will find that the closer you get to him, the harder you'll feel the crushing pressure on you. You will find that behind the easy smile is something darker and far more dangerous. He is surrounded by the sounds of metal whirring, snakes hissing, and the sickly sweet scent of apples. He is sharp and cold and exposes nothing on his face. He, out of all, is the most human, yet ironically he also is not. He is both the serpent that seduces to take the Apple and the man that is convinced to eat it. He is protective and easily angered when it comes to what he cares for. Tread carefully in his presence, or you may be overwhelmed with knowledge far beyond your understanding or comprehension.

Valko

Teeth in Space, tears in Time. The wolf that chases the clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Howling, ticking, the sick sound of something like flesh tearing. Time means nothing to him when he hunts his prey. He slips in and out of timelines as though it is effortless to him. He is meticulous in gathering knowledge about the world and how it truly works and will bombard you with scientific information that you cannot even learn. He is a natural born leader, and you will find yourself following his commands. You will find that mobs will flock to him, as his words easily convince them to do as he pleased. He is playful, but not stupid. Do not take his lighthearted nature for granted, as if his playfulness shifts into something dangerous, you will be hunted. There will be no escape, for howls will tear through your mind just before the maw of Time does. Time eats all, in the end, after all.

BONUS! GM!Reader and MC

MC

Is she truly human? She looks human, she speaks like a human, and she feels like a human. She smiles and she laughs, she cries and she rages as all people do, but there is something... lacking about it. Something uncanny. She moves and acts as though her actions are not truly hers. She behaves like her wants aren't quite hers anymore. She is selective about the people she interacts with. She is attractive. Almost too attractive. Her face too symmetrical, her skin too smooth, and her voice too lovely. She is kind, she is fiery, and she is compassionate. You will find no danger from her, for she is much more human than anyone else. That is, unless you take a shot at the one they all covet. If that happens, her weapons are human in nature and will very easily kill you. The first shot will always, always be hers.

Reader

Wanting something requires dopamine signaling, but liking something doesn’t.

If you have a mental illness/disorder that affects dopamine, you might feel that you don’t want to do the things that you like. You do still like them. You will appreciate having done them.

Let your likes guide you.

(If you want to read more, here’s one experimental paper about it. https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC5171207/ This theory called the incentive-sensitization theory was originally created to explain behaviors in addiction but can be applied elsewhere as well)

Growing up with your starters

Bulbasaur: Somehow, nomming on my clothes… has become a weird habit of theirs.

Venusaur: That hasn’t changed now that they’ve grown, but they’re very gentle.

Charmander: It’s my first attempt, but I made a plushie so that he wouldn’t get lonely.

Charizard: That plushie seems to be his favorite even now.

Squirtle: Squirtle’s a bit timid and hides behind me at the smallest things.

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