#☾ (The Family Enforcer)

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@allxmadxdownxhere - What will happen to Liam if he plays around too much in the shop LOL

#☾ allxmadxdownxhere #☾ Juelz #☾ (The Family Enforcer) #☾ (aka Mistah J) #☾ this will also happen to anyone that even looks at Amber the wrong way #☾ I mean what? #☾ oops my hand slipped

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I am kind, not Complacent chpt 1,{next}

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Word count: 4.9 k

Multi chapter

Heimdall gow x fém! Reader

hi all, this is a Heimdall x reader fic that I was inspired to write thanks to the very kind and talented @engardeitsme I want to thank you for reading my draft and encouraging me to share this with people.

synopsis: You are a little goddess of peace, alone for so long, fearing interacting with the outside world may just make things worse. odin hears of your existence and finds that you may be of use to him, but what will happen when he finds out that peace to you means freedom and fighting for what's right? what will he do as you, just a child, turn his allies against him? turn his son against him?

the reader will be a child for a few chapters, mute at times (spoilers) and the first few chapters will also be a back story before the events of Ragnorok, but we will get there as it is based on the game's plot! aka: Don't worry, there will be some adult pining as well, maybe smut??( idk what I'm doing) and you will see Atreus and Mimir, and Kratos and the rest of our found family.

please enjoy and let me know if you like this and want more because my plan is to write a pretty long story with multiple chapters and I enjoy positive enforcement :..)

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“Excuse me?” a timid voice whispered from the large wooden chest being hoisted between two winged warriors. The moonlight of Vaneheim shone through the keyhole, and YN could only guess the direction they were headed from her memory of the woods. She knocked on the inside of the box on the side of one of her captors. “E-excuse me?” she mumbled a bit louder, “ Um, where are we going? You shouldn’t take me too close to people. And I-it’s starting to feel a bit cramped in here-” A slam came from her left, cutting her off with a start and she held her breath.

“Shut your mouth, Serpent Tongue.” A voice of the Valkerie on her left boomed. YN sighed through her nose and sat silently, her little fingers squeezing into fists and resting on her thighs as she curled up tighter into the cramped chest. Her heart shuttered the farther they got away from her camp, and she could only hope that wherever she was going, she would be able to talk her way out of it and go back to solitude. It was best that way.

Suddenly, the marching of the two Valkeries stopped, and the rushing sound of wind and the screeching of ravens rang in YN’s ears. 

The chest rattled, and sweeping darkness fluttered over the moon’s light streaming through the keyhole. YN shut her eyes tightly, covering her ears as the screeching and wings got louder and louder until suddenly there was silence. Not eery, or deafening, but somehow suddenly calm and warm. YN slowly uncovered her ears, willing her eyes to open even slightly. A warm stream of candlelight and the sweet smell of juniper berries and oak came from the keyhole. She slowly rolled onto her knees and peeked out to see where she had been taken. The room was vast and stacked from floor to ceiling with books. Scrolls lay sprawled across a large wooden desk, and she could hear a fire crackling to the left. The screeching of a chair’s legs against the wood floor took her attention, and as she tried to peek at who it was, she gasped; the chest being dropped about a foot onto the floor.

“All-father,” the Valkyries stood rigidly at attention, “We have captured the girl, as requested.” The bottom half of a blue robe, embroidered in intricate golden threads and beading was all YN could see come into view and she swallowed thickly as he stood only a few feet from where she was. 

“Wha- she’s in there? The poor thing must be terrified, let her out at once!” He commanded, knocking on the top of the chest, “ I’m so sorry, dear child!” Odin apologized as the Valkyrie on the right unlocked the chest and both Valkyries lifted the top open. Inside, YN winced at the sudden flood of light and hid her face in her hands. Odin crouched down gently, resting his hands on the edge of the box. He waited patiently for the little girl to raise her head, peeking slightly at the man who just smiled down at her. “ I’m so sorry, child. I sent my valkyries because I knew they could be trusted with bringing you here unharmed, but I suppose I forgot to explain that you were to be treated as a guest,” he glared at one, “and not a suspect.” he glared at the other. They stayed unmoving, staring straight ahead. He sighed and turned his attention back to the little girl in the chest. “ You are here now, though, and you are safe now.” He said finally, reaching out a hand for her to grab. She stared at him for a moment and down at his hand, before slowly grabbing it and allowing him to help her from the chest. 

“Thank you…” she whispered finally as she got her footing on the wood floor. She still couldn’t look away from their hands as she spoke again. “Am I… in trouble? I apologize if I’ve done anything to upset you.” she froze at the sudden booming laughter of the man in front of her.

“ Trouble? Of course not, sweet girl. But you are very well-spoken, may I just say!”

“Thank you, sir.”

“ You may call me All-Father.” he offered with a pat on her hand. She nodded apprehensively but responded in any case.

“Thank you, All-Father. You may call me YN,” she said instead, bowing a bit lower. Odin tutted and tucked a finder under the girl's chin, making their eyes meet. 

“ Now, now. None of that.” he stood tall and with a wave of his hand, the Valkeries dismissed themselves, and YN and Odin were left alone in his study. Odin turned to walk back behind his desk and took a seat, ushering the girl to sit in front of him. She obliged, crawling onto the large chair and letting her feet dangle off the floor, barely able to see Odin over the desk. The man chuckled softly and leaned in closer, resting his elbows on a stack of scrolls. “Do you know why you’re here, YN?”

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, sir. But I hope I can help in some way, so that I may return home. It is best you keep me away from others.” Odin chuckled again, pointing at her. 

“That. That’s why—quite the negotiator. You are very well-spoken, YN, and you are so small. Did your family teach you such good manners?” he questioned, already knowing the answer.

“No sir, my family passed away long ago, I’ve been on my own for a bit now.”

“Hm… and how long is a bit?” 

“ 3 years in the spring, sir,” she said a bit too quickly. She had been counting every day she had been alone since she could remember. She was truly just a tot when it happened. Only remembering the screams and the flame of her village burning to the ground. She remembered sobbing over her mother’s corpse and promising to never let any needless bloodshed happen again. She didn’t realize her grief was so strong it had cursed her with immortality and the responsibility to hold up her end of the bargain. And though she tried her best to learn and meditate, no one took a little girl asking them to stop fighting seriously. Godly rage in the hands of an emotional child caused more harm than good, turning entire civilizations into mindless drones. No bloodshed, but no soul either. She went into hiding soon after, thinking it better for people to fight for what they believed in, rather than being complacent.

“And you don’t look a day over 12 years.” Odin broke her out of deep thought and she only nodded.

“My… aging has slowed since my family has passed...” She spoke slowly, starting to understand the circumstances.”... you know who I am, don’t you, sir? What I am…” She simply watched as Odin stroked his beard, seeming to ponder what to say next. 

“ I do…you are the young goddess of logic, strategy, protection…peace. You seek nothing but peace… And do you know who I am?” He questioned. YN paused for a moment, looking around the room before meeting his gaze once again, “ You are someone important… but I do not know beyond that, I am sorry…” Odin nodded again.

“ I am Odin, the All-Father. Kind of the Asir Gods. it is my job to protect Asgard and the rest of the 9 realms.” 

“Odin…” The girl let the name linger on her tongue and realization made her go ridged. “Yes… Yes, I have heard of Odin… are we in Asgard? I thought it wasn’t allowed for people like me.”Odin laughed at this, shaking his head in amusement.

“Yes for our protection I have closed us off from the other realms. But you are a guest. You’ve been alone for a long time.” He stated. 

“Yes, sir. I know nothing much outside of Vaneheim, and I have spent little time talking to people enough to understand what is happening in the realms. The easiest way to keep peace for me… is to keep space…”

“Mmh…” he hummed, hinting he wanted some elaboration. The girl nodded and continued,

“ I have found that when I speak… when I speak with people and I’m not careful… they become, uhm… empty?” she tried the word on her tongue, “they don’t act the same. Like ghosts just passing by each other. There is no war or hunger… but there is also no life…” she explained, starting to lose her train of thought. “I just don’t know what I’m doing…” she whispers finally. Odin nods and straightens himself to look down at YN.

“ I’ve been keeping my eye on you for a while, dear child. You seemed so alone, it was heartbreaking…Are you lonely?”

“Yes.” She spoke, without hesitation, not even quite realizing her own words until they rang in her ears. She stiffened in realization, but slowly relaxed into her seat, fidgeting with her hands. “Yes, I am…I don’t run into people much… and Skoll and Hati are a great company, but I miss… I miss my family…” she all but whispered at last, her lip quivering as she came to the realization this was the longest conversation she’s had in nearly 50 years. A blink of an eye in her immortal life, but long and unbearable just the same. She was, after all, only a child. Odin took a moment to listen and let the girl sit in silence before standing up slowly and walking up to her before crouching at her side. 

“ I have been watching over you… and how deeply you care for every breathing creature around you so much that you find the strength to stay away is something deeply admirable. You are a very powerful, YN. And I think if you stayed here with me… I would be able to help you use your power to help Asgard build strong connections with all the realms, to create peace everywhere, without fear that you may be manipulating people with your words.”

YN looked up to meet Odin’s gaze and rubbed a tear welling up in her eye. The idea that she may be able to help so many people. May be able to stop needless bloodshed. And to do so without taking away people's free will. It made her heart thrum with hope for the first time in years. 

“You think you can teach me?” she asked softly, rubbing under her nose. Odin smiled, resting his withered hand on her head. “Teach me to help people? To help build relationships and… and keep their souls whole?”

“With my help?” Odin asked dramatically, “ Absolutely.” 

YN’s heart pumped fast in her chest and she couldn't stop herself from throwing her little arms around Odin’s neck, pressing her teary eyes into his shoulder. He stiffened, staring at the girl clinging to him, before relaxing with a chuckle and patting her back. She knew better than to trust strangers, but for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.

“We will talk more soon, but now it is late. Let me show you to your room, There is a hot meal waiting for you, and we don’t want it to get cold now, do we?” He held her at arm's length by the shoulders and helped her whip her tears with the end of his robe. She could only nod as she tried to subside her gently sobbing and Odin stood tall, guiding her with a gentle hand on her head to the upstairs level of the lodge. It was mostly quiet, with gentle murmurs coming from a room here or there. The candlelight felt so calming and YN took this moment to just take in the grandness of the lodge. 

“ It’s so big…” she whispered. Odin snickered and ruffled her hair.

“I suppose it is, isn’t it?” he stopped in front of a large oak door at the end of the hall with gold inlay and burnt carvings. He swung the door open to reveal and gently lit the room, Simple yes, but to YN? It was the picture of comfort. I fireplace in one corner, a large queen bed in the other piled with a stack of fine furs with a corner table. A bowl of stew steamed and being cooled by a light breeze flowing through the window. Finally, her eyes landed on two shelves, one full of books and one full of weapons.

“Weapons?” she looked at them quizzically. Odin simply nodded as he led her to her bed, pulling the small table closer so she could start eating. 

“ yes. You will be taught to hone your brains, but every Asgardian god must learn to fight. It’s an unfortunate precaution. But it’s because I care so deeply for my family.” YN, swallowing a piping mouthful and staring at Odin with eyes wide as dinner plates.

“Family… me?”

Odin just smiled in return leaning town to tuck a stray hair behind the girl’s ear and kissing the top of her head. 

“Get some rest, sweet girl.” With that, Odin walked to the door and bowed before taking his leave. As he shut the door and turned, he could see piercing pink eyes staring from the room across the way. “Heimdall?” he questioned, and was met by the embarrassed gasp of the little boy who had been caught red-handed. Odin sauntered over to the door and the door opened wider, revealing a young boy who looked about twelve, with a mop of golden blond hair and bright rosy sapphire eyes, freckles showing in the candlelight. The boy bowed deeply.

“I’m sorry, All father. I heard noises…different ones I mean.” He stated, not looking his father in the eyes. He seemed to wince now and then, as a barrage of noises and conversations pounded into his ears. Odin patted his head lightly and Heimdall looked up, trying not to show his nervousness. “Who is that girl?”

“A guest, Heimdall. She’ll be staying with us for a while.”

“A guest… do you think she can be trusted, All-father?” Heimdall looked nervously beyond his father’s figure, staring at the door and listening to what could be happening. There was the clinking of a spoon hitting the bottom of a bowl, the crackle of a dying fire, and a soft hum that seemed to soothe his trembling the more he focused on it. He looked back as his father chortled. 

“ I suppose I’ll leave that up to you. She can be of great use to us as a mediator, and she seems eager to help if it means she can learn her powers. But only time will tell.” Heimdall nodded, wringing his hands together nervously as he spoke up again.

“ Do you think… we could be friends, All-Father?”

“Friends? My boy, I’m sorry but I can’t have you getting too distracted. It would be best if you could read her mind and be done with it. If only you were improving faster.” He tsked and Heimdall lowered his head.

“And besides,” Odin continued, “ She will have her own studies to focus on.” Heimdall’s shoulders drooped at the answer and he nodded, meekly. Odin sighed, pinching his temple in slight annoyance before putting on another smile and resting a hand on his Son’s shoulder. “Listen… I will introduce you two, and maybe I can have you two do some combat training here or there. This will allow you the opportunity to learn more about her; do some intel work for me, hm? But you have a very important role to fulfill, Heimdall, I can’t let you lose sight of that. Alright?” Heimdall perked up slightly and nodded.

“Yes, All-father. Thank you, All-father. I promise I won’t get distracted,” he bowed deeply and retreated behind his bedroom door. “Good night, All-Father.”

Heimdall spun from the door, his little bare feet carrying him to his bed where he tucked himself into his furs. He would learn more about the girl with the soft voice tomorrow. 

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YN woke to the sound of bustling outside her door. She rubbed her eyes, listening to the heavy footfalls of leather boots and the clatter of daggers and axes dangling off belts. She took in the noise of people talking and shouting down the hall, the sound of sparing outside her window, and what sounded like staff calling out to each other while running errands. She rubbed her tired eyes, stretched her arms high above her head, and flopped deeper into the furs, opening her eyes to look at the ceiling. The more she listened, the more it made her nervous; the thought she was so close to so many people. Her lips pressed tight, she sighed through her nose to ease her nerves. 

“ Just don’t try to fix anything…” She mumbled to herself. She didn’t know where she was and how long she would be here, and though Odin had been welcoming and explained that being locked in the chest was a gross misunderstanding, she couldn’t shake a feeling of unnerve hidden under the warmth she felt being in a soft bed and being fed kind words. She learned long ago to never trust first impressions, but being paranoid wouldn’t help either. She felt her body start to shiver but caught herself, frowning and smacking her cheeks lightly to knock out the nerves. “Everything will be fine.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Ah!” she yelped and sprang up from her bed to see a maid had made herself comfortable in YN’s room. The maid paid no mind to the girl’s scream, simply walking over to the window to open it, letting a cool breeze in.

“I was wondering when you would finally wake up. Goodness, I only checked five different times this morning! The whole lodge is awake now and you are supposed to be at the training grounds in 30 minutes!” She was an older woman; round and soft with a simple dress that skated across the floor and a tattered apron covered in what looked like coffee stains and dust. She had rough brown hair with lightened streaks that showed her age. Crow's feet pulled at the corners of her eyes and she had permanent worry marks on her forehead. Despite that and her fast pace, she gave off a comforting aura that made YN feel safe. She hustled about, grabbing a shirt and a pair of trousers from a wooden cabinet, she set them on the bed and the girl's feet. “My name is Maliorn; you can call me Mal, Do not call me “maid” or I will smack you,” she warned. “Quickly now, grab these and come with me. I need to get you in the bath and dressed in 20 minutes.”

“Oh, ok, but-whoa!” The maid ushered her out of the hall and pushed her towards a grand bathroom. “W-wait I’m sorry I don’t understand can I at least-” YN yelped as she was shoved yet again.

“No time, we are far too behind for questions. Hurry, hurry, hurry!” YN felt eyes around staring at her, most likely because she was an unfamiliar face being corralled into a bath and trying and failing to get a word in. Before the maid slammed the door, YN saw bright pink eyes stare back into hers, the boy’s shoulders shaking in laughter at her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she couldn’t do much but hide her face in her clothes. Mal huffed as YN simply froze and ushered her to the bath. “None of that now. I wouldn’t have to rush you if you had just woken up earlier. Clothes off please.” 

“I didn’t know I needed to, I’ve never had a schedule before,” YN explained, pulling her nightshirt off over her head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

“Just Mal, dear,” Mal stated, picking YN up from under her arms and dropping her into the bath. YN gasped, shivering and trying to crawl out before Mal pushed her back and poured a pitcher of ice-cold water onto her head, grabbing shampoo.

“It’s f-freezing!” YN whined, shaking like a leaf as Mal pulled her sopping hair from her face and scrubbed any grime from it. 

“Tch, well it would have been warm if you were awake when I drew it.” Mal teased with a smile, pouring another pitcher of water to wash the suds out. After a more thorough scrub down than YN would have liked, Mal pulled her out of the bath, tossing her a soft towel. “Hurry and get dressed. If you are quick you may be able to grab some bread from the great hall before I take you to the training grounds. Do NOT,” mal pointed a finger at the girls forehead “ go to the great hall alone. Find me and I will get you something to eat.” With that, Mal slipped out of the room, most likely to run off and take care of her other duties while she waited for YN to get dressed. The girl finally took the first deep breath since she woke up and pulled on her black trousers and green tunic, tying in the back around her waist to stop any bunching. She used leather straps to tighten the cloth of her shirt to her wrists, as well as her trousers around her ankles. She wrapped a final piece around her hair into a ponytail and ran off to try and find Mal. 

YN ended up wandering into the great hall, The smell of fresh bread and lingonberry jam, sausage and lamb roast, porridge and honey, and even sweet almond cakes made her mouth water. She followed it to a main table, crowded by people nearly stacked on top of each other. Warriors in the morning were desperate to eat their fill before going off to train, and as a result, there were stronger warriors at the forefront hoarding food while others pushed against the table to grab at anything they could find. This caused fresh loaves, cakes, butter, and jam jars to topple off the table in a waste, causing more problems of ‘I was going to eat that!’ and ‘You owe me a new pair of boots, worm!’. 

YN was able to dissect the entire situation and how it could be fixed, but shook her head. ‘No’ she thought ‘I can’t intervene on my first day. I just need to grab something and leave.’ With that, YN tried her best to squeeze between the crowds of people swarming the table to get some food. She huffed and tried again to move past the large lumbering bodies, her heart beating faster as the crowd’s shouting made her lose her bearings. She started to panic at the yelling and lack of space and gasped as she was grabbed by the hair and yanked to the side. 

“Oy, I’m not done yet, vermin.” A man sneered down at her, his face caked in the oils of sausage links and jam. He spoke with his mouth full, sputtering food, and cackled as YN whipped her face from flying crumbs before turning back to his food. YN scowled, feeling something primal bubble up deep inside her. Letting her frustration get the better of her, YN took a deep breath before tugging on the leg of the einherjar who had grabbed her not a moment ago. He whipped around at her, snarling in annoyance. 

“What do you want, you little rat?” the man sneered. YN blinked her big eyes and smiled up shyly at the hulk of a man.

“I’m very sorry, sir, but I’m having some trouble getting to the food table. Don’t you think it would be better if everyone simply took turns grabbing what they needed and then taking a seat?” Her voice seemed to echo and carry through the great hall like a song, and the shouting and clamoring started to quiet as people listened to her “suggestion”. The man in front of YN seemed to get clouded vision as he nodded slowly, his features relaxing as he finally swallowed his food and moved to the side so she could get to the table, others following suit, humming in agreement at the suggestion. The girl smiled and grabbed a loaf of warm bread, breaking it open and watching the steam ripple from the inside. She hummed as she slathered it with butter and jam and folded it back closed. Turning back, she bowed slightly at the crowd slowly surrounding her.

“Thank you, now I will take my leave and let someone else go. See? Isn’t that much better?” the girl asked with a smile, going to suck some jam off her thumb. 

“Yes… You are right. So sorry, goddess…” She froze at the title, her thumb still in her mouth. She quickly popped it out and shook her head. ‘I did it again…’ she thought in a panic. YN swallowed thickly and waved her hands in the air. 

“N-nevermind! It was a dumb idea, do what you want!” In a split second everyone seemed to regain their senses. The warrior she had spoken to blinked back his foggy haze and focused back down at her, glaring. 

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I wasn’t done eating yet, you little runt!” She gasped as he reached out his arm to snatch at her, and yelped when she was suddenly pulled by her scruff from the crowd. She was all but dragged outside and whipped around to a panicked Mal, who grabbed her face and scanned her body.

“My goodness, are you alright?!” Mal sighed as the girl nodded and then put on a scowl. “I thought I told you to come find me. The great hall is no place for you to be going alone, they’re all animals in there. ESPECIALLY in the mornings! The bunch of heathens.” Mal scolded YN until she noticed the girl's shy form looking meakly down at her bread. She sighed and patted her head before putting a hand on her back and leading her towards the training ground. “Now now, no use crying over spilled milk. I’m glad you got something to eat, you’ll need it. Hurry and wolf that down while you can.” YN nodded and took a bite of her breakfast, humming at the soft texture of the bread and sweet jam. She looked towards the training grounds and focused on a small boy, about her age. His golden hair shimmered in the morning sun as he moved swiftly against his opponent, a large lumbering man with fiery red hair. The boy turned, feeling YN’s eyes on him, scowled as he met her gaze. The girl frowned in return. ‘What’s his problem?’ she thought, suddenly feeling anxious at having to interact with someone who held such obvious disdain on his face.

 Heimdall clicked his tongue as he focused more on her, trying to hear her thoughts, but couldn’t focus when they were so far apart. He didn’t pay enough attention to dodge a blow to the back of the head from the man he was sparing.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, glaring up at his brother, “ Hey, I wasn’t ready!” he snapped. The young man rolled his eyes, tossing his hammer lazily in his hand. He was nearly seven feet tall and still growing. His hair was tied back in two braids and a bun, and the scruff of his beard was just long enough for a single short braid.

“Pay attention, brat. I have more important things to do than teach you how to swing a sword around. The least you could do is pay attention,” he looked down at Heimdall and smirked, “and stop making it so obvious you’re trying to read minds. It’s pathetic.” Heimdall gritted his teeth.

“I’m already more useful than you, Thor. All you’re good for is throwing your weight around!” he snapped back. Thor stopped tossing his hammer and instead harshly held it under his brother’s chin, making him strain to look up at him. 

“Better than being a sniveling little monster who can’t even use his gifts without sobbing like a baby. Should I tell All-Father about a few nights back? When you wept for hours because “it was just too loud to sleep~” Thor made a mocking whimper as he impersonated Heimdall and his last episode. Heimdall shivered at the mention of the All-Father and what he would do if he found out Heimdall had been crying from the voices in his head again. Thor continued, “At least I do what I was made for. I can fight, and you can barely do that.”

“Yes, I can!”

“Oh yeah?” Thor looked over at the girl coming closer to the training ground. Odin had already told him he was going to be given another brat to babysit and was dreading it until now. He smirked as he looked back down at Heimdall. “That little runt has probably never fought in her life. I bet you can’t even beat her.” Heimdall looked back towards the girl and then up at his brother.

“Is that a wager?” he smirked. Thor snorted.

“Sure. if you can best her, I’ll tell Father you’ve been improving much faster these past few days. If you can’t beat her, then…” Thor strokes his beard as he ponders a punishment then shrugs, “I’ll tell the All-Father about your most recent tantrum.” Heimdall’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“You can’t be serious!”Thor simply stood straight and crossed his arms.

“I mean, if you don’t think you can do it-”

“Of course, I can!” the boy snapped, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Thor snickered and held out his hand. 

“It's a bet then.” Heimdall scowled and put his little hand in his brother's. He wasn’t going to lose to some little girl from who knows where. He was an Aseir prince. And no one would know about the things that keep him up at night. Not even the All-Father. 

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In The Darkest Corners, 1.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (y/n with a name)

warnings: mature themes, explicit violence, parental loss, angst.

word count: 2,441

synopsis: After falling from her graceful life as part of a respected family in Piltover, Olive Whitlock takes matters into her own hands to solve her mother’s disappearance. Unfortunately, the only real clue she’s gotten in a while leads her to Vi, a less-than-friendly Stillwater inmate with a bone to pick.

author’s note: originally published january 2023.

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1 year ago.

BANG.

Olive was ripped from her sleep from the sound of doors shutting and closing in quick succession, followed by footsteps racing down the hall. Frozen by shock and uncertainty, she listened for only a second before she heard the heavy front door slam in and what sounded like a dozen pairs of boots stomp in, accompanied by deep shouting and the crashing of furniture and other belongings being destroyed. Without a second thought, she leapt out of bed and ran to her door to see what was going on. She whipped her door open to find her mother hurrying down the hall with her arms full of unfamiliar papers and strange objects.

"Mom? What's going on?" she whispered towards her mother's hunched figure, trying not to alarm whoever was invading her home. Her mother's head whipped around to face her and she dashed almost inhumanly toward Olive.

"Leave. Now. Or they'll catch you," her mother hissed, her eyes alight with fear and something else that Olive didn't recognize. "Out your balcony. Go!" Before she could speak, Olive's mother shoved her back into her room and, with a final glance, whispered "If we live, we'll find each other." With that, she pulled Olive's door shut and disappeared.

After a moment of shocked hesitation, Olive turned away from the door and set into action. Knowing she didn't have time to change, she ripped what clothes she could fit into her pack from her wardrobe and pulled a jacket over her pajamas. Hearing the thundering footsteps and muffled shouting travel up the stairs, she pulled on her boots and slipped through her glass balcony doors. Climbing over the ornate railing, her last glance into her lifelong home was of blurred enforcers busting through her bedroom door as she slid down her balcony and tumbled into the lamplit streets of Piltover.

Current.

Olive slipped quietly across a familiar alleyway in the Undercity, sticking to the shadows and praying that she ran into no one. After the night she lost her once plentiful life in topside, her luck had only gone south. Rumors about her mother's corruption and alleged betrayal of the high houses and individuals of Piltover only needed a night to spread before Olive couldn't escape them. Afraid of being apprehended by enforcers as well (or worse), she fled to the Undercity. It would never be safe, but she knew that here no one could recognize her or what her family had done.

In the past year, Olive had scraped her way by in the Undercity, always working odd jobs and barely slipping under people's noses when things went south. She had her fair share of cuts and bruises, but as long as she was alive or at least not wildly broken, she was persistent in continuing her investigation into what really happened to her mother that night. Most of the work she did involved shady dealings that she traded for information, but so far, she'd been met with snarky remarks and vague statements alluding to what *may* have happened.

Maybe this job will be different.

All she had to do was make a small - albeit strange - delivery; how hard could it be? She slipped past buildings and snuck around brawling groups and staggering shimmer addicts to the low, almost invisible basement building that she was delivering to. Peeking through the smoky window, she could see almost nothing besides a decrepit wooden door and a sign warning others not to enter. Maybe I can just leave it at the door and move on? She wondered - but sighed when she remembered she had specific instructions to drop it off with the receiver. If she were a native to the Lanes, she might have had the insight to just leave the package at the door anyways and do her best to evade the consequences later. But even after a year of fighting her way through the darkness, she still couldn't abandon the manners and instruction obsessed habits that her upbringing had given her.

Grumbling, Olive wrenched open the outer door and paused at the wooden one inside, considering whether or not to knock. Deciding it was best to not catch the inhabitant off guard, she knocked heavily on the door and stood back in case they came out swinging. Not much to her surprise, the door was ripped open by a hulking figure with enraged eyes and the smelliest breath Olive had encountered yet. Gulping, she held up the package and mustered up the courage to speak.

"From Achlan," she squeaked, ready to drop it and run at a moment's notice. Don't get her wrong, she could hold her own if she needed too - but she'd rather not need to in this instance. The large creature, who Achlan, her employer, had identified as 'A big lug of a man' grunted and took the package with one large gruff hand. Frozen, Olive just let him take it and continued to stare at his gnarled face.

"Need anything else, pipsqueak?" The man growled, looking almost murderous at the fact that Olive had apparently overstayed her welcome. Sputtering an apology, Olive backed up a few feet before turning and running the opposite direction, heart thundering in her chest just from the thought of spending any more time in that dusty doorway.

Olive ran as fast as she could through the lanes towards her employer's main camp, scaling a few walls (with some struggling) and launching herself across gaps between buildings that would usually send her stomach turning. Finally, she caught a glimpse of the crooked stack of buildings that her destination inhabited. She slid down the roof and shambled wall of the building she had been perched on, and tried to look confident as she strode towards the building that seemed rather looming when she really looked at it. On the ground floor stood the Undercity's iconic brothel, a haram of substances and lust that constantly hung in the air in and around it. Olive really tried to avoid the place simply so she wouldn't be lured in by the promise of payment, but for this job, she needed to go inside to access the stairwell to the upper floors.

Taking a deep breath, Olive avoided the eyes of the few people lurking outside and pulled open the door, slipping inside and rushing towards the stair at as fast of a pace she could go without looking suspicious. She almost made it before a smooth, husky voice called out to her.

"Hey miss...you look awfully lonely over there; leaving in such a rush?" The masked man called, stalking towards her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yes, I am leaving, actually," Olive replied, her breathing shallow as she tried to continue on without making eye contact.

"Ah ah ah," The man continued, reaching out to snatch her wrist before she had a chance to slip away. "You're really going to leave a paying customer unsatisfied?" he asked with a smirk.

"I don't work here," Olive hissed in reply, trying to snatch away her arm; the man's grip was surprisingly strong for his lanky build.

"Oi!" A deeper voice suddenly called, causing both of them to whip their heads towards the stairwell. "She's with me."

Olive recognized her employer instantly and shocked even herself with how relieved she was to see him. The masked man released her wrist immediately, muttering a nervous apology and slinking away into another room of the brothel. Olive had never been so thankful for such a terrifying man's nerve-wracking effects.

"You, up here," The large man on the stairs grunted, gesturing towards Olive. Nodding, she scampered up the rickety wooden stairs after his thudding footsteps. Upon reaching his door, he opened it gruffly and didn't bother to check if Olive made it inside or was even following him. Reaching a large desk littered with objects, the man sat down and faced Olive with an unimpressed look on his face.

Her employer was an almost ogre-like man with bulging muscles and strange bumps littering his green-tinged skin. They called him Achlan, and by now, Olive had heard enough rumors to know why his name and his looming presence sent people scattering.

"You finish the job?" He asked, seeming rather bored.

"Yes, sir," Olive said, the words seeming to jolt out of her almost trembling mouth.

"Good. You may leave," He replied, waving his hand toward the door and looking down at his desk.

"I'm sorry, but my payment..." Olive stuttered with her eyes to the ground.

"Ah yes, you're the one that wanted information. Strange request. Let's see, you want to know about Eleanor Whitlock, yes?"

She nodded a response.

"Something tells me you already know plenty about her family history...so why come to me? Surely you've tried to do some sleuthing on your own."

"Yes, sir, but if you could just tell me something — anything you know," She pleaded in a quavering voice. For a few moments, there was silence.

Then Achlan spoke.

"Stillwater Hold, inmate 516."

Olive was struck speechless. In a daze, she walked down the stairs and out to the street, paying no mind to anything, or anyone, around her. Stillwater Hold? What could an inmate there possibly know about her mother?

What if...No. Olive refused to even suspect that her mother could have ended up in jail. She'd had to face a lot of things in the past year, but even now she couldn't face the thought of it. Clenching her fists, she let her anxiety turn into anger, and was basically boiling by the time she reached the one place she knew she could get information about Stillwater - The Last Drop.

The neon glow emanating from the gigantic eye hit Olive's vision before she even spotted the building. The run-down and rather nasty bar was a common watering hole for residents of the Undercity, and no matter how hard she tried, that didn't exclude Olive. Her ears were flooded with noise when she opened the groaning door, and she held back a wince at the stench of alcohol and body odor. Making a beeline for the bar itself, she slid into an empty stool and waited for the familiar bartender to turn toward her.

"Olive, what can I do you for?" The dark, broad-shouldered bartender asked, a small smile whispering on his lips.

"I'm not drinking tonight, Grint," Olive replied with a serious face. "I need advice." Leaning in closer, she waited for him to do the same before continuing.

"Say I wanted to find a certain prisoner at Stillwater...Could I, you know, do it?" She asked in a lowered voice. Grint almost laughed.

"Not unless you want to get thrown in there with them! My advice, if you want to see anyone in that hellhole, you better be ready to stage a full break-in. Not that they're expecting anyone to break in — who in their right mind would want to get in there? Except you, of course." He chuckled and shook his head like Olive was presenting some ridiculous idea. She wasn't.

"And how would I go about breaking in?"

Avoid the light, find a back door, don't get caught. Those were the instructions Grint gave her before being pulled away by other customers at The Last Drop. How Olive was going to pull this off, she wasn't sure — but she'd be damned if she let another clue go unsearched. Taking a deep breath, she started carefully navigating her way around the jagged rocks of the island that Stillwater inhabited. She hissed like she had just been stung when the searchlight nearly grazed her calf. She went to hell in a handbasket alone just to get to the island, and that supposedly wasn't even the hardest part. Eventually, she reached the tall, intimidating building and started to scout it for entrance points.

Shit.

The only point of entry she could find besides the very obvious front doors was a second story window that seemed like she would need about five more years of rock climbing experience for. But time wasn't going to slow down for her to figure out another plan, so she latched her hands and feet into whatever holds she could find and started to climb.

How in the world she did it, Olive wasn't sure, but climb the wall she did. The window was, of course, locked, but it was nothing that a lock pick and a little elbow grease couldn't take care of. Within minutes, the window was open, and Olive was in. Seconds later she regretted every life decision she ever made when she spotted a gigantic guard sitting no more than 20 feet away. That is, until she heard him snoring. Her breathing started again and, after a moment to check that he was truly asleep, Olive began creeping towards him as slow as she could stand to go. Upon approaching the guard, she noticed a ring of keys on his belt. Isn't that a little too obvious? Olive wondered, but hey — she wasn't one to pass up such an opportunity. Her fingers made quick work of the key ring, and within seconds, the keys were in her hands. Now she just had to figure out which cell was 516's.

Initially, Olive figured that 516 must be on the 5th floor, considering that the inmates on the floor she was on seemed to all reside within the 100s. But the higher she went, the lower the numbers got; until she made a frustrating realization. The higher the number, the lower the floor — which meant that inmate 516 must be quite a bit underground. After kicking herself for wasting time, Olive descended floors until she reached what appeared to be the lowest floor, and the home of inmates listed in the 500s. Most of the cells down here seemed to be empty, and as she passed more and more cells, the unexpected sound of fists hitting concrete started to echo in her ears. Her blood chilled, and of course, it was only fitting that as she drew closer and closer, the light started to dissipate, the length of the hallway started to shorten, and the pounding only grew louder.

"Hello?" Olive called barely above a whisper towards the cell marked 516. The fists stopped. Olive came to a nervous stop in front of the cell door, fiddling with the keys in her hands. She caught sight of flashes of dark pink hair and heavily tattooed skin. The occupant tilted their head slightly towards Olive, exposing an angular face with a scarred lip.

"Who the hell are you?"

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　☾ ⸻ #𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒　,　an independent　,　selective blog based on intricate headcanons and an original portrayal of Caitlyn Kiramman. The Maverick Detective who seeks to protect and retaliates against those who act out against her morally grey values.

　　Loved and seen by Panda since 2023, roleplaying since 2004　,　35　,　pronouns she/her . 　　　Other appearances include Ahri, Mel Medarda, Vi, Aloy, & Nidalee

　　　　　　　　𝐈. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃　𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒　𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒　 　　　𝐈𝐕. 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒　𝐕. 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄　𝐕𝐈. 𝐙𝐀𝐔𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 　　　　　　　　　　𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐒𝐀

　　ᴀ sᴛᴜᴅʏ ɪɴ ; 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 ; 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 ; 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 & 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐎-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 ; 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐘 ; 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ; 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 ; 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄

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　The world always tried to　𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔢　her, but she wore ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ　quite well. 　　　Her wild spirit is her deepest truth, her greatest　𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫　and her highest love. It cannot be contained. It defies rules and explanations and logic. She embrace her　𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵　and unleash it into a world. She feels the　 wind　 in her hair, lift her gaze to the sky, raise her arms and invite the thunder. She remembers how great it feels to be　𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍　 and　 ᴡɪʟᴅʟʏ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ　.

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◈　Caitlyn use to follow Jayce around in hopes to make a friend with him, though it never came to fruition. However, the true reason why Caitlyn followed Jayce is because her mother was training her as an intelligencer. This means, Caitlyn was gathering information on everything Jayce was doing. Jayce is not the only sponsor she did this with, as she often spent time with the other students that Kiramman's sponsered. ◈　The friendship truly ended between Jayce and Caitlyn when Caitlyn saw how much Jayce liked the limelight and fame he gained after becoming the 'man of tomorrow'. They rarely interacted as adults, they could be friendly, but Caitlyn does not see him as a brother or friend. ◈　Caitlyn, when dealing with the chief Warden, forged Cassandra Kiramman's signature, not Jayce's. This lead to more conflict when Caitlyn got back home. However, Cassandra protected her daughter and did not even argue about the release of the prisoner; in fact she fabricated a whole storyline that she authorized her daughter to enlist a prisoner under the indentured servitude act so she would have a body guard after being nearly blown up in the academy square. ◈　At the end of everything, Caitlyn never returned to the enforcers, and at no point does she become sheriff. She opens up her own business as a Private Detective, acting on her own accord with no connection to the Enforcers. She is, and always will, be empowered by herself with no control from the government of Piltover. ◈　She also takes over as the head of House Kiramman. this means she is the intelligencer and head of household, and all business goes through her now. ◈　Caitlyn, along with the rest of her family, as Vastaya blooded in some way. Cassandra and Caitlyn are both half vastaya, half human. This bloodline extends from Vastaya who use to live in Ionia, but traveled to live in Osha Va'Zaun (when it was first established 200 years ago) but then moved to Piltover to establish themselves there. Vastaya blood is a part of their bloodline and ever present in Caitlyn. ◈　All of my headcanons from Piltover will be used in my canon and I follow @shimmerbeasts Zaun Lore

#[ panda speaks ] — ooc post. #updated 12/08/2023

[wallacejwriting]

CITY OF FRACTURED DREAMS ☾ a political scifantasy

the first in the book of farside series

genre | scifantasy, dystopia audience | adult pov | third person limited, multiple povs

premise | Two siblings, torn apart eight years ago, struggle to reunite as the returning apocalypse threatens to ignite civil war across their divided city.

themes & tropes | loyalty, found family, grey morality, impossible choices, ignoring the apocalypse due to class warfare, queerness, neurodiversity, chronic illness, redemption, corruption, the power of love & friendship, anti-capitalism, class division, crime & punishment, corrupt law enforcement, anti-military & anti-police, kaiju, quirky inventions, tragedy & hope in equal measures, dragon riders, psychic bonds with animals/familiars, Magic A is Magic A

content warnings | graphic violence & imagery, death & murder, characters who kill and enjoy it, addiction & recovery, violence against animals and children, abuse, body horror, terminal illness, depictions of negative mental health experiences, organized crime, forced drug use, unintentional misgendering & deadnaming

☾ SYNOPSIS

Sixteen years after its leader stopped the apocalypse, civil unrest grows ever stronger on the floating, island city of Tairkyda. The widening division between Topside, those who live above the ground, and Underside, those who live below it, threatens to tear the city in half. And news of a returning apocalypse portal is about to send the city far past its tipping point Eight years ago, siblings Cináed and Kat were torn apart in a rescue attempt gone wrong. Kat, rough and crass, was thrown back into Underside, while Cináed, studious and gifted with casting magic, was dragged into the light of Topside to be trained as a Caster. Now, as Cináed’s graduation nears, the two finally have a real chance at reuniting. But on graduation night, an ocean explosion rocks the island and brings more bad news: Tairkyda’s elite fighting force, the Dragonguard, is dead, and with their death, a chance at power opens up. Once that news spreads, everyone will try to seize it. A political activist determined to be taken seriously; a crime lord looking to cheat death; a sentinel who knows the outside is worse than his neighbours; a fallen warrior attempting to rise; and a mad scientist who seeks only to take advantage of the chaos and destruction. At the centre are Cináed and Kat. Cináed, who is asked to stay in Topside, to help, even as they seek ways to go home, and finds themself torn between their loyalty to their sister and their loyalty to their city. And Kat, who chases every lead down into the darkness, heedless of the danger all around. In their quest, both find themselves dragged into the politics and civil war of their city, and onto increasingly opposite sides. Now, it’s not just a matter of if, or when, Cináed and Kat will find one another, but also if they, and their city, will still be recognizable when they finally do.

☾ CHARACTERS

Cináed: 18, they/them. An Undersider who was forced to live and study in Topside for the last eight years. They have a strong loyalty to their sister, and to those they care about, and want nothing more than to go home without losing the friends they've made in Topside. Something that may not be possible.

Kat: 21, she/her. An Underside forcibly separated from her sibling. She's spent eight years learning to fight, taking on fights, and gambling on her own fights. Rough, tough, and far too cocky. Also, doesn't know Cináed is trans, or Cináed.

Rhys: 17, they/them. An Undersider who loves their mom very much and has powerful Farside abilities. Perfectly content until the riots start, then things get personal.

Nomiki: 21, she/her, trans. A Dragonguard member who is part of the initial flight over the portal. Supposedly dies, but not as dead as you think. Determined to lay her dragon to rest.

Padma: 12, she/her. Shahin and Luthor's daughter. Opinionated and passionate. Determined to make a difference. Sneaks into Topside to steal casting stones.

Shahin: 51, he/him. The leader of a powerful crime organization in Underside, the brains behind most of Underside's tech, and a dead man walking in more ways than one. Cunning, quiet, and lethal, but he adores his people and family and treats them with kindness and respect.

Chao: 52, he/him. Head of Topside, the Council of Nine, and Tairkyda as a whole. The man who stopped the apocalypse the first time. Anxious, stressed, and desperate to keep things together.

Baqir: 46, he/him. A quiet guardian of Underside who is one of its leaders. Owns a bar. Hates getting into things but always helps where he can. Grumpy. Has spent years understanding the power of patience.

Aeliana: 34, she/her. A political activity who seeks to make Underside, and herself, be seen as legitimate in the eyes of Topside. Any means necessary is her motto. Eager for power more than anything else.

☾ SETTING

A world of floating islands, deadly ocean, and very math-y magic. Tairkyda exists in the world of Lumira, a world whose main landmasses are floating islands in the sky above an endless, deadly ocean. There are no people living on the surface of the planet, only on the islands, and most of the islands below Tairkyda are gone. Tairkyda is the lowest inhabited island left after the first apocalypse. Technology ranges in many ways, but hangs near the late 1800s in most cases, with elevators and other such tech existing, and advanced prosthetics working via magic and hand-waving. Much of the advanced tech is magic based. Magic is cast via polyhedral dice (referred to as casting stones) that are carved with various elemental sigils, and only those with the blood of a caster can wield this magic. Other magics, including that of Farside, that of Berserkers, and that of Mistlings, also exists. Tairkyda, the island, is queer normative, but not all other islands are. Prejudices exist throughout Lumira, and Tairkyda has a strong focus on "where you come from" as part of its own culture.

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[acevxmps]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name ✧ ace crawfield. age ✧ twenty four / five hundred and twelve. sexuality ✧ heterosexual. date of birth ✧ june 2nd 1507. place of birth ✧ mystic falls. species ✧ vampire. gender ✧ male. pronouns ✧ he/him. current location ✧ beacon hills.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

bad habits ☾ being overprotective / possesive, smoking. likes ☾ literature, travelling the world & wearing jewelry - has an extensive collection fears ☾ losing himself to the blood lust, losing his immortality, dying.

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

faceclaim ◈ chase stokes. height ◈ 6'1''. hair colour ◈ honey brown. eye colour ◈ hazel brown. features ◈ freckles & a few tattoos

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

Charming, yet sinister, Ace's personality is a mixture of charisma and darkness that leaves people both captivated and wary. His centuries of existence have eroded the majority of his sense of empathy for humans, whom he views as mere pawns in his unending struggle for survival. His charisma is used not to win hearts, but to manipulate and control. Ace is not one to shy away from indulging in his darkest impulses, though he does sometimes feel remorse. Ace was born into a loving family in the 16th century before his transformation into a vampire. His mortal family consisted of parents, siblings, and extended relatives who lived in the village where he grew up. He had a close bond with his family, cherishing their relationships and the simple joys of his human life. However, his transformation into a vampire severed these ties, as he was forced to distance himself to protect his loved ones from his dark nature. Embracing the immortal darkness, he swiftly learned to exploit his supernatural gifts to gain power and influence among his kind. In the early years of his vampiric existence, Ace immersed himself in the vibrant world of Renaissance Europe. He moved among the elite circles of artists, scholars, and nobles, using his charm and manipulation skills to gain access to their inner circles. He amassed knowledge and cultural experiences, indulging in art, literature, and the decadent lifestyles of the time. Ace's longevity allowed him to explore the world, moving from one continent to another as he sought new experiences and hidden truths. He journeyed through ancient civilizations, participated in revolutions, and witnessed the rise and fall of empires. His travels provided him with an ever-evolving perspective on humanity's strengths and flaws. Throughout the centuries, Ace's struggle with blood lust remained a constant burden. He sought various methods to curb his insatiable thirst, experimenting with feeding techniques and self-discipline. However, there were moments of weakness when his darker instincts got the better of him, leading to regrettable and often deadly consequences. It was during one of his travels that he encountered Alexia Branson, a captivating and strong-willed human, and fell deeply in love with her. Ace's love for Lexi was intense and consuming, she became the only thing in the world that he cared about. So, when she fell deathly ill, Ace, driven by desperation and love, offered her the gift of vampirism to save her. She agreed, and for centuries, they roamed as a formidable and passionate pair. However, as time wore on, their differing views on humanity began to drive a wedge between them. The separation between Ace and Lexi was a heart-wrenching event that left a scar on his immortal soul. Devastated by her departure, Ace's control over his blood lust waned. The rage and grief he felt upon learning of Lexi's untimely demise triggered a monstrous rampage that resulted in the near-extinction of an entire town. The Volturi, the enforcers of vampire law, deemed his actions unforgivable. With his murderous spree exposed, Ace became a target of the Volturi's retribution. They saw no alternative but to end his existence to protect their secret world from further exposure. Despite his supernatural abilities and power, Ace's reign of terror came to a brutal end as the Volturi's might proved insurmountable. His final thought would be that at least now he could be reunited with his beloved Lexi. Upon awakening in 2018, Ace feels as though he has been given a second chance, to right his wrongs. Haunted by his past actions, he feels ready to confront his dark instincts and blood lust.

#your honor i love him #beaconhillshqintro

[sofia-silva]

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Name: Sofia Silva Age: 39 years old Birthdate: Dec. 4th, 1983.                                      ☼ Sagittarius ☾ Sagittarius ↗ Scorpio Born: Bradford Springs, CO Occupation: Rancher, Owner of Silver Spur ranch Likes: horses, travelling, new adventures, last minute decisions, learning new skills, bourbon, leather, dancing, chevy trucks, dodge chargers, sleeping in, expensive red wine, reading, family, taking care of people she loves Dislikes: too much structure, not having money, social injustice, anger, black vans, feeling trapped, ford trucks, corporate ranches Good Qualities: hardworking, caring, determined Bad Qualities: flighty, gullible, evasive Orientation: bisexual

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grew up in bradford springs, sibling to @lol-silva and @diego-silva

family has a ranch, three generations old, they train, breed, and sell race and competitive horses primarily 

was a rodeo star, barrel racing from teenage years to early twenties when she got an injury that forced her to quit. she still sometimes walks with a limp.

travelled a lot, spent a good chunk of time in new york city where she was in a relationship with quinlan kelly and roman mendez

she had a son, tristin kelly, though she doesn’t know whether it’s quinlan’s or roman’s - for the sake of all of them, she never tested to find out and just said he was quinlan’s.

crazy stuff went down, she couldn’t handle the crime side of the kelly life and she fled to arizona where she met kenzie and koda - she stayed there until her father got sick and she came home

windy hills ranch is trying to buy her family ranch and she’s trying to stop them, but she’s in a mess of debt and can’t figure a way to get out. plus judd coleman has city council and law enforcement wrapped around his finger making it harder for her

open for all connections, wc page coming eventually

BIO - PINTEREST

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH TW, TORTURE TW, EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION TW, PREGNANCY TW, ILLNESS TW.

bae joohyun. thirty two. demigirl. she/her. demisexual demiromantic scorpio. ☾ *ﾟ is that evren fawn ( AKA: persephone ) behind the mask? whenever i see the playboy bunny, amateur adult video star, and waitress at the milk bar in pigalle, i think of the neighbor by porcelain and the tramps. rumor has it they are steadfast & inquisitive, but callow & possessive can be their fatal flaws. what their neighbors in rue réaumur HLM call them is the siren.

previously believed to be a supposed victim of kidnapping ransom gone very wrong; her whole life, evren was told that all of her family members have been murdered when she was three during the negotiation to rescue her and she was the only survivor left. it is often mentioned that the lieseil agents were present at that time to shelter and take her under their wing.

she was brought to safety in the lieseil headquarters and had resided there ever since, completely lacerating the conception of social life all at once and leaving her isolated. the agency saw the golden chance of making her one of their deadliest weapons especially with the child’s innocence.

hwangmok isn’t actually her surname, instead a name she had adapted when she was young and had gotten herself invested with books; the agency permitted her the liberty to not enforce one picked by theirs name and choose one on her own. sadly, it seems like that was the only streak of freedom they had offered to her.

though given material care, for some inscrutable and perhaps pernicious reason, evren was never allowed explore outside the building. lieseil promised it was merely for her safety; but the only place, and so-called playground, that she was allowed to visit was the school they had allowed her to attend, while within the headquarters malevolent practice was executed and she was demanded to witness all of it; from physical extortion to torture, even participate when she was old enough to do so.

every education and knowledge given to her was tightly supervised. evren was trained to do activities that a mentally-naive and innocuous individual should never have to endure. this includes, but not limited to, partaking in questionable “research” and testing, witnessing torment, and learning certain skillsets; tracking, spying, and luring people in with manipulation and seduction.

with that upbringing, she was sculpted into the near-perfect marionette for lieseil-however, along with that, comes her biggest defiency: due to all the isolation, she became thoroughly incompetent to fit with the society. she became an incredibly perilous pendulum, who understood no boundaries, and searched the most extreme methods to solve problems or interact with people.

she perceived everyone as objects, things that she can play and own and tweak around to her desires. she had an entirely naive mindset that’s also very fucked up and skewed; the actions and matters that might be seen as cruel by most others she could not comprehend and instead assumed to be the correct way of doing things. one second, she could be cold and unapproachable, then playful, but one wrong word would send her into complete hostility. she absorbed most things in black and white, and when she wasn’t trying to be professional, this caused her to become emotionally turbulent.

however, much to lieseil’ chagrin, evren’s obedience was somewhat short-lived especially when, during her teenage years, she met up with one certain, wounded punk CYREK FAWN. everything about him and his constant acts of rebellion intrigued her to her core, and despite their flaring, inferno-like exchanges, they started to hook up in secret even after the agencyhad strongly advised her to not maintain contact with him but evren paid no mind to it. cyrek’s resistence began to rub off on her, and she relished the ventures they were able to devour together, picturing the universe sinking in and there was only the two of them left. the two were pretty much hazardous and inseparable, up until a specific point where they had to be forcibly shredded from each other. though, it was definitely not the last time she’d seen of him. in spite of the agency’s rage, a child came out of her relationship with cyrek, named AMARIS JIWOO.

driven to disappointment with her defiance, lieseil ordered torture to be given down to the new mother; this led to an abundance of agony and it was then announced that evren had been put in a comatose state. however, a short time after, she managed to re-emerge appearing a lot more bewildered, repulsed, and seemingly missing memories. 

the agency began feeding her with lies; telling her that cyrek had departed out of distaste and that she had been deceived. still somewhat naive at that time, evren was rendered lost and cluess as to which side she should put her trust in, and parts of her that believed that cyrek might have intentionally deserted inflicted a massive amount of wrath which she then released the next time they encountered one another. sexual tension remained to linger at that time, however, the more she got to know him, the more she realized he had been genuine all along,

after an incident that warranted scars and injuries on cyrek; evren took the time to tend him in which their relationship blossomed even further. at this point, evren was entirely swayed, her memories mended, and after a deep rumination while spending time with him and his band of misfits, evren agreed to leave the agency. the latter, of course, did not take this kindly whatsoever.

they started sending their best efforts to, if not recapture, then eliminate them; including sending trackers to follow suit, spreading word around towns about the bombers and caution for their residents to watch out for the two. with the help of a fellow agent who also disliked the agency’s practices, evren and cyrek were able to narrowly escape them.

a fire occurred in the midst of all of this and after being attacked by more of lieseil’s agents, silent death included, evren ended up being mortally wounded. almost meeting her demise, cyrek came in to ressurect her by turning her into a vampire.

the pair eventually managed to hide themselves away from the agency’s grasp, beginning a proper romantic relationship together and later marrying, evren also converted to judaism and tailed alongside their camps whenever they went, sharing stories with one another.

several years passed, she now officially rides with THE BOMBERS, she and cyrek, and lives a much less extravagant and blood-coated life. with that being said, she savors in everything it has to offer despite their struggles with finance on several occasions. evren strips down her guns, most of the time, for a life filled with odd jobs and much more common activities, though after enduring one that forced her to be that bloody agent perhaps normalcy becomes entertaining. after several miscarriages caused by stress, she currently lives with her children and taking care of them with with her spouse.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION !

has a fairly good eye in fashion though she never really delves deeper into it and doesn’t particularly possess that much interest in expanding her knowledge.

evren is an animal lover but her desire for pets isn’t as rampant as the other two, she’s fine with just seeing them and being able to interact with them fleetingly.

her aesthetics were inspired by cyrek’s, and she’s often seen donned in punk-like clothes.

is an excellent sharpshooter but can’t do hand-to-hand combat to save her life.

typical Asian Mom with strict hours although all of her children are still very young

she gets high in her break time with cyrek, but keeps it minimum whenever she’s going through pregnancy or is ill.

she doesn’t necessarily get along with the bomber’s members despite being their co-leader, but she could tolerate a few of them. is also rather curt in her co-leadership.

is rumored to be the lost oldest child of THE CHOIS.

ever since she came out of her comatose, she has begun to behave differently; a lot more sex-repulsed except with her husband, and she seems to not know how to be have like a normal human being. rumors say that the real evren had actually died during her torture, and she was replaced by a doppelganger: lieseil’s finest work. 

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“I have no idea how I’ll be able to convince him. This would be my first deal to strike up with someone, and with the reputation he built for us, I’d be terrified of messing it up.”

“Aw, don’t worry Deku! I think you’ll be able to convince him! You’ll just need to have some patience. You’re sixteen now, he has to start cutting you some slack eventually!”

“Ochako’s right! You’ve been studying communication and language for years now! The biggest thing you have to worry about is convincing him, because if you can convince him you can convince anybody!”

“God will you shut your mouth, shitty hair! Just because he’s been studying it doesn’t mean he’s good at it. There’s a reason All Might is constantly equipping him with more language arts books and is refusing to let up. He’d suck at doing it properly and Keigo has every reason to not trust him.”

“Ooh, sounds like Spiky is mad.”

“Shut the fuck up and don’t call me that!”

Kirishima only chuckled to himself, Ochako sweating slightly as the blond next to her sparked with anger. Izuku on the other hand merely let out a breath, rubbing at the back of his neck as his thoughts swirled in his head. Keigo had broken his back for the past ten years for them, especially for Izuku. When he was only given scraps to eat his older brother never took a bite, instead always handing it over to the four of them. When his stomach would growl he’d mask it with a joke. When he struggled to stand with his exhausted body he would tell stories of sailors with two peg legs before “mimicking” their walk. When it was time to sleep and they were on the road, even with bags pulling down his cheeks Keigo would remain awake to watch over them.

He learned how to become a blacksmith. Learned how to re-enforce the steel with prayer. He created the world's strongest armor, and sealed his importance through alliances that he gained all on his own. Despite his lineage or presentation, his stature or manner of speaking, he put every ounce of effort at every corner their pack turned down. He ensured each and every one of their success at the cost of his livelihood. Faking smiles and bowing politely. Exposing his neck, ever so slightly, either out of respect or to escape a tricky situation.

Somehow, amazingly, his persona never once faltered. Not once was a drop of sweat out of place, or a joke over the line. Never was there a smile too big, or his voice too soft. He was always Hawks. Always showcased himself as such.

But it was when he was Keigo that it truly mattered to Izuku. Because in those moments during quiet nights, through hushed voices and pinched brows the teen could see a reflection of the others true self. Something vulnerable, constantly worried, and genuinely lonely. His arms would wrap themselves tightly around the boy when he was younger and the pair were on the road. Izuku would be on the verge of sleep, asking if the other would get some rest that night. Hawks would say yes, but Keigo would look at him with a downturned smile and say that Izuku shouldn’t worry over such things. Or the visits to Aldonia, and Izuku could see the hidden fear behind his brother's eyes when All Might would ask if Izuku wants to stay with him this time.

He knows his brother is afraid to be alone again.

Keigo hardly ever discusses what happened in the House of Shadows, but a few guesses could be made. Luckily, time has seemed to slowly break the hold this fear has had. The first time their small family regrouped as a pack, explaining the new journeys and paths they have all gone down, he finally let them call him by his name. The importance of their presence for him became recognized in full. As time had gone on the more of himself he let show. The more human he became to them.

He was their older brother. He always knew what to do. They all trusted him; his judgment.

Izuku wanted to offer the same. He wanted to give something back to his family, for once. To be the one to bring in income for their pack, to be the one to offer support and stability. He wanted to be like his brother. More simply, he wanted to return the favor. Everyone else was succeeding in their goals, he was the only one falling behind.

Kirishima was rambling on about what Izuku could say. How to propose the idea, as well as how to word it properly. His attempts to help his packmate went unheard as Izuku was lost in his own thoughts. The red head was quick to take note of the silence and slowly his voice came to a fade, a smile forming before his head turned back towards Ochako and Bakugou. Izuku knew what he was doing. He always managed to pull through.

Soft footsteps padded down the stairwell, the sound drowned out by the chatter of three teens. A much younger girl stepped into the dining area, long silver hair framed the sides of her face, red eyes darting around the room to take in the view. Ochako was the first to take notice, offering her a good morning as the young girl walked to the table. Bakugou and Kirishima’s heads turned as well to greet her, the movement finally snapping Izuku out of his trance. Blinking back he looked up, offering his own smile, “Good morning Eri.”

Eri smiled back to him, “Good morning,” She sat down in the seat carefully, the chair still slightly too big for her, but that didn’t stop the girl from climbing onto it. After pressing a knee into the edge and pivoting herself around. A  huff fell past her lips, causing Ochako to chuckle softly at the adorable sight. Eri’s smile seemed to be short-lived, her bottom lip sticking out slightly, a curious look falling over her face as she looked to the teens in front of her, “I have a question.”

She stated the sentence with such conviction a snort nearly left Izuku. Instead he cleared his throat and straightened his posture to give her his attention, “Absolutely,” he responded, leaning forward across the table's edge, a bit curious what had suddenly stolen her thoughts, “Ask away.”

Taking in a deep breath her hands balled into fists in her lap, “What is a scentmate?”

Oh. 

Izuku’s face was quick to flush into a deep pink color, the others seeming to lean back into their seats. Kirishima rubbing the back of his head, Bakugo looking downward at the floorboards, Ochako contemplating on leaving the table entirely.

Scentmates were a strange thing to describe. They were an instinctual reaction. A connection based on physical compatibility. Typically scentmates were found between alphas and omegas, with the rare occurrence happening between other pair dynamics. Having a scentmate is never guaranteed, in fact it’s considered a miracle if they find each other. Some say it is only possible for those higher in society to have a scentmate, others say it’s a blessing from the Goddess of Fate, a type of soulmate, a string that Destiny tied to the fingers of two humans to find each other. It is said that when a pair finds their other half their scents combine into a complex array of aroma’s that mix together perfectly.

Though, the only thing that could ever be proven outside of speculation was the increased fertility in omegas when finding their scentmate. The oils of scent glands would then produce at a ridiculous rate, making it easier to attract their mate and entice the other into marital duties. Senses become sharper, heats and ruts more intense, and underlying secondary gendered behaviors become more prominent in everyday life.

Essentially it’s sexually driven biology. 

At least, it is at the core of what they know.

Eri took note of the sudden shift at the table, as those around her became noticeably uneasy. Her brows furrowed as she let out an unhappy whine, “Mrs. Recovery Girl was talking about them, and when I asked her she said to ask my pack!” The young girl was clearly displeased with the results of the question, wanting answers for the burning inquiry. Just because she was young didn’t mean everything had to be hidden from her.

Izuku was the one to stupidly mutter out, “Well, uh,” this only made the girls eyes zero in on him, wide with curiosity and a desperation to know, “Uhm, it’s a lot to explain.” His voice trailed on, extending the last syllable of the word, already trying to avoid the inevitable future he managed to seal. Mentally he was slapping himself for saying anything at all, even if it was mumbles that meant nothing. Pressing a finger into his temple he grit his teeth as he hummed along in thought.

“Uhh, well.”

More footsteps down the stairs. He was saved!

“Keigo can explain it to you!”

He could make eye contact with the blond from where he sat, golden eyes flickering between the group before landing on a curious Eri’s gaze. One of his own brows raised at the sight, “Ask me what?”

The young girl piped up, “What is a scentmate?”

This time both eyebrows jumped and Keigo remained quiet for just a moment, before slowly stepping into the kitchen, “Gosh, such a young age and you’re already looking for ways to leave your pack?” He playfully questioned Eri, causing her to gasp and shake her head quickly. A chuckle left the blond and he walked over to pour himself a cup of water and take a sip.

“Why would I want to try to leave you?” She asked, visibly concerned that her question might have real life consequences, curling in on herself at the thought.

“Well,” he hummed, setting down his cup before walking over to her, extending his arms out to her. She was quick to let herself be lifted up, resting on the side of his hip as she wrapped her legs around his torso. The arrangement lets them see eye to eye, “It’s the closest thing we have to a soulmate.”

“Well, what’s a soulmate?”

“A soulmate,” he started, shifting his weight between feet before moving to retrieve his cup once again, wings fanning out to help keep his balance with the extra weight on his side, “Is when two people are meant to be for each other. It’s when destiny creates two people, two pieces, that are meant to be together. Think of King Endeavor and Queen Rei. Fire and ice. He is strong willed and loud, and she is soft spoken and graceful. Their features, both physically and mentally, couldn’t be more different. But, they love each other so much that they are said to have been made for each other. Soulmates are like that.”

Taking a drink of his water, the young girl nodded, the others in the room relieved that their older brother was able to successfully explain the idea to her. Though, what else were they to expect? He’d always managed to pull through in moments like this.

“But then what’s the difference between a soulmate and a scentmate?”

Placing his cup back down Keigo adjusted his hold on Eri so she wouldn’t slip, “Well, a soulmate is between people who pair with each other on a spiritual level. Scentmates are able to be paired on a physical level, you know how I say I can smell what others scents are?” She nodded, “Well others can too, and if they have a scentmate it would be the best thing they would ever smell in the world, it lets them know that there is someone out there made for them. It’s the only physical indication at least.”

The head of silver hair only bobbed slightly as she nodded more through the explanation, “I think I get it.” She mumbled, the tension in the air easing as Keigo managed to avoid the gritty bits of truth that came with being scentmates. Such as the apparent rocky start between the royals after being pushed into an arranged marriage simply for their physical bond, nearly destroying the family name in the process.

“Do you have a scentmate?” She had asked innocently enough, head tilting to the side before a smile flourished on her face, “I hope you do! I want you to find your soulmate and be happy! Just like King Endeavor and Queen Rei.”

Keigo smiled sweetly in return, his face stretching as his cheeks formed dimples, pushing his cheekbones high enough to make his eyes squint, “I don’t, but the sentiment is greatly appreciated, little bird.”

Gently running a hand through her hair he pressed a gentle kiss to his little sister's hairline, a small giggle escaping her in return. Carefully he set her down on the ground, “Why don’t you go relax outside? Breakfast will take some time, and I’ll ring the bell when it’s ready alright?”

“Yeah!” With far more energy than any human should so early in the morning Eri leaned forward to tightly hug her brother, then turning on the balls of her feet to run to the table and poke each of her siblings in their upper arms. Finally the door was pushed open and the girl ran out, four pairs of teenage eyes following her. A sigh left them, save for Bakugou, happy that a much messier situation was skillfully avoided.

Though, despite the success, a heat could be felt behind them, a fit of deeply embedded rage fired on. Four swift and hardened feathers thwipped themselves on the back of each of the teens necks, a yelp being pulled from each of them. Kirishima turned, mouth open and ready to yell out at Keigo only to freeze in his tracks as he took in the view of the other. An anger so fiery the eldest seemed calm with a kind smile, a true killer facade, “Why on Earth did I have to explain to a six year old what scentmates are?”

Izuku held his hands over the back of his neck, the slash didn’t hurt by any means but it certainly did startle him, “It wasn’t us!” With a wobbly voice he was quick to plead for their case, “She said Mrs. Shuzenji brought it up! She tried asking us but none of us knew what to say!” 

A tense moment of silence engulfed the group; Izuku was sure that they’d face an end from such an innocently asked question. Luckily for the teens a sigh could be heard as the four feathers returned to their rightful spot, “Maybe, but you guys are taking over dishes for the rest of your stay for that.”

A huff came from Bakugou at the punishment by extension, but for once didn’t say anything. Instead he only eyed Izuku as Keigo grabbed an apple and water before taking a seat at the table with them. A sudden bubble of anxiety formed in his chest as he realized why he was being eyed and why no conversations were being started. Keigo seemed to catch on as well as golden iris jumped between the group, a knowing look forming on his expression, “Alright, whoever broke something come clean. I won’t be mad.”

All four of their faces darkened. A bold faced lie. Thankfully, that isn’t what was being stressed over between the group.

A sigh escaped the green haired teen, “Nothing is broken, honest! It’s just,” He slowly moved to stand on his feet, a strain forming in his chest as he grit his teeth, “I wanted to talk to you about something. Something important. I want you to listen first though. I know you have a tendency to make comments to keep things light hearted, but if I am rejected,” he paused, a crease forming between his brows as he thought for a moment if he really was sure that was how he wanted to start the conversation out, “If I am rejected I do not want it to be sugar coated.”

His eyes met his older brothers, a pondering gaze met his back, and as if he was devoid of any warmth the golden pair went cold, brows dropping far enough to cast shadows. Leaning back Keigo frowned, sharp eyes refusing to leave Izuku’s, “Go for it.” He knew whatever Izuku was about to present was going to be something on the more serious side. He’s noticed how the kid has been twitching for weeks now, something eating at him from the inside. It’s been a visible shift. One that’s worried him ever since he noticed it.

Gulping Izuku straightened his shoulders, taking in a deep breath as he closed his eyes, “I wanted to make the next deal.”

The statement was made with confidence, his arm bending upwards as he clenched his hand into a fist with a deep breath of conviction. A few beats of silence passed with no response. Carefully he cracked open his eyes only to see the other stare at him, obviously waiting for him to finish his thought. That’s right, he just asked him to not make comments.

Raising his fist to his mouth and then clearing his throat Izuku regained himself as he got ready to lead into his explanation, “I’m set to be All Might’s successor. I’ve been given lesson after lesson on how to act professionally and properly. I have gone through countless papers, essays, and articles on the art of human language, both physical and verbal. I have studied every book, scroll, and tablet that has been handed to me. I have analyzed them so thoroughly that I have impressed veteran scholars.

“I have been given everything to prepare myself for the future, save for one thing. That one thing is experience. There has never been a moment these past six years that I have stepped into a room as the main speaker. I have only ever observed and studied.” He was hardly focusing on his brother's expression, knowing the moment he did he would break. This sudden facade he unexpectedly applied worked undeniably well for him in this instance.

“I need to have that genuine, verbal experience with someone who doesn’t know who I am supposed to be so I can grow successfully. I need to be the one to make the deal. Yet, I also want to be the one to forge it. I know how to make this armor. I acknowledge that I would have to ask you to bless it, but I want to be the one to forge.” He faltered slightly, just for a moment through a brief pause.

“I’m sixteen. I am going to present soon, and we all know what I will present as. The moment I do my life will never be the same, and I have accepted that fact. To a certain extent that is.” His brows pushed together, casting shade over his eyes as he finally made full eye contact once again, “My entire life, despite all the travels, I have been trapped. I have followed instruction at every turn. I have never once decided where I am to go. It was to either follow you or All Might. I’ve always been confined out of protection or safety, so much so I feel as if I’ve never truly lived. I want to make this choice. Who to sell to, and then forge for.

“Most importantly though, I want to be like you. You've given us everything you’ve ever had in this lifetime. You’ve fought and provided for us at every instance, even if it hurt or was uncomfortable for you. You’ve listened to us cry throughout the nights, comforted us when times were hard, and constantly made us smile even if you were struggling to do so. I want to return the favor, on an equal basis, and I know I won’t be able to do that when my time comes. I want to make a deal and follow it through. I want it for the experience, for the choice being my own, for my limited time, and to help provide like everyone else here.”

Blinking back slightly, Izuku recomposed himself once again after such an intense moment, a breath escaped him as his brother came back into his conscious view. He was sitting just as coldly and still from when they had started, “I know you’re tired Keigo. You deserve a break. You’ve nearly killed yourself for us. Let me take some responsibility onto my shoulders for once. You deserve a domestic life with Eri while she is young. You deserve to enjoy your life rather than stress over us for even longer. You deserve to smile.”

He was met with silence.

Hawks’ gaze remained unwavered, his steel exterior as strong as ever. Cold eyes took in his brother's sight, thoughts turned in his head as he silently made his judgments. He was staring him down, but Izuku knew it was just a test to see if he would crumble. To see if he would back away like he always did. To see if he would bend his neck and once again acknowledge the others' authority over him.

Not this time though, he refused to let himself be bested by a gaze.

“You’ve put some serious thought into this, haven’t you?”

Izuku nodded, “I have. I know who I want to go to. How to say it. When to say it. Everything. I want to do something that has been decided by me completely. I’m tired of following orders, just as you are tired of merely surviving rather than living.”

Keigo nodded slowly at the response, taking a sip of his water, setting his cup down as the thoughts continued to churn along in his head, “A bird in a gilded cage.” He proposed quietly, though they all heard him, several interpretations of the line could have been made at that moment. His gaze finally softened after a few more moments of held breath passed, “You really want to do this?”

Straightening his head, Izuku firmly nodded once, “I do. I respect your opinion though, so before I did anything I wanted to ask you first.”

His brother tilted his head at him, a gentle hum rumbled behind his closed lips, “Do you think you can do it though?” After all that studying Izuku was determined to be able to do it, to succeed and be everything he wanted to be for his family.

“I do.”

A warming smile formed on his older brother's face, “Then I do believe you have your answer.”

Walking along the worn dirt path Keigo couldn’t help but smile to himself, just slightly. He had left their small home with the teens in charge of Eri, knowing that the four needed time together away from the watchful eye of their older brother. Keigo also wanted some time to himself, some space to think and just listen to the ambience of the world around him.

Not many people passed by him on this trail, it was a lonely and quiet place. With autumn quickly approaching the leaves above were softening into a golden yellow, others a deep red. Breeze swept through the drooping branches and rustled them together, the clinks of distant windchimes sang into the open air. An earthy smell of dirt and damp grass rested on his nose, reminding him of the previous night's rain. Despite the downing weather from the day before the sun shone brightly on the horizon today.

His shoes left their mark where he was walking from, wings catching on droplets that fell onto his feathers like blooming flowers. The view of the river ahead of him was in sight, the sun shining down as the water shone back its glistening reflection. The further he approached the more clearly he was able to make out the pebbles that lined the bottom, able to spot the small fish that inhabited the waters as its home. Moss rested along the rocks that stuck out alongside the river. Tiny stems clutching the stone as they weaved together.

There stood a bridge, rather proud of itself as it arched above the water, the stone slabs lining up with themselves evenly along the curve. When walking over to it and standing on the center point, Keigo was given a vast view of the river, curving far beyond where his eyes could follow with tall trees lining the edges of the water. It was quiet, save for the flock of birds chirping along in the skies, tweeting and calling to each other in the air. Wind whistles around him, as the water silently hits the rocks keeping it contained, and a golden sun behind him brightens the warm leaves that danced through the air.

While Aldonia was known for the immense greenery and wildflowers of their long Summers, Elyria was known for beautiful Autumns that looked as if they were the descriptions of a fantasy land in children's stories. A deep breath fell from the blond's lips, able to close his eyes and tilt his head back slightly to feel the wind brush past him that much more. Each strand of hair being pushed back only to settle once more.

It was so quiet and calm here, he was happy to have found such a beautiful and secluded spot.

As he stood there on the bridge with his eyes closed, simply enjoying the world around him, Keigo couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swell inside of him. He had been raising Izuku for several years now, just about a decade. He has been there for every milestone and rough patch the boy has hit. They’ve done it all together. So to have the teen lay out his thoughts, expressing his feelings in such a manner, speaking with far more confidence than Keigo has seen him ever hold before; the conviction in Izuku’s tone surprised him. The determination on the other hand seemed to be completely in character for him.

Cracking open his eyes to look at the scenery in front of him, his chest began to ache, tears threatening to form along his waterlines. Swallowing the intense feeling, he merely shut his eyes again. If Izuku were to properly strike a deal there was the chance that he would need to relocate for the time. That he would need to temporarily fly from the nest to finish what he set out to do. It would be the first time in ten years the two would be separated, and even with Eri at his side he knows the persistent feeling wouldn’t dissipate. Just like it was for him when Ochako, Kirishima, and Bakugou left, even with Izuku still at his side. It would again bring him that feeling of losing a packmate, one that he hasn’t been separated from for ten years.

The tears that threatened him now took action, one falling, calling to the rest to follow. Keigo’s hands gripped the bridge's railing. His little brother is so grown up now. He’d excelled far faster than Keigo was able to watch. A deeper understanding of the truth that was to come of their future began to hit. He knows that Izuku had to leave at one point or another, that he had to be independent all on his own. Maybe Keigo was selfish, but he didn’t want to let another one of those teens go, yet he knew that they had to. They all had their own lives to live and it was Keigo’s duty to push them forward rather than pull them back. Even if it hurt him.

A strained inhale echoed in the air through grit teeth. He wished to live like how they all would. He wasn’t sure why he always felt the urge to hold himself back. Maybe it was the deeply instilled training from his time in the House of Shadows. Maybe he just didn’t think he was worthy to be as happy as he wanted them to be. It was a truth that remained unknown to him.

A soft laugh pushed past his lips as a hand came up to wipe the tears away. Taking in a soft breath Keigo cleared his throat, coughing into his hand before sniffling. He wouldn’t let those thoughts overcome him. He would simply have the time for himself and he could work through that. 

He would live a life that he would want for them.

A hint of well loved book pages graces his senses. It reminded him of his time in All Mights libraries. When he would run his fingers over soft paper, the dewey smell that always clung into the novels binds. Ink dried for decades, threatening to fade away with time. It reminded him of a ten year old Izuku, picking up his favorite story and running to Keigo to talk it over with him. Pointing at the words on the page as if they would come to life on command.

Keigo took a deep breath.

Mixed was the smell of freshly furnished wood. Sanded and polished. Like a new cabinet to use or table to sit around. It reminded him of their home, and all the small hands that worked together to build it. All before finally telling their new families of the project. Keigo had finished that house much quicker than anticipated because of that.

A hum.

Lastly, it was like burnt tea. Something elegant, yet tainted in a way. Though it didn’t mean it was unusable in any sense, or worthless. Just different. He had no connections to this smell in particular but it was comforting all the same. Like a soft blanket on a chilly night, or even a stuffed animal that a child refuses to let go of. It was warm and welcoming, calling out to him.

His chest fell inwards before he managed to resume breathing in again. Opening bleary eyes to gaze at the lake in front of him once more his brain seemed to stop working as his heart rate increased. Pressing a hand to his sternum Keigo blinked back as his body was overcome by a fuzzy feeling. It was strange, yet not entirely unwelcome. The suddenness caught him off guard, and for the cause he wasn’t able to pinpoint. It wasn’t any upcoming heat, and he wasn’t feeling unwell. So he was completely at a loss.

It was until the complex mixture of aroma’s grew in intensity that it finally hit Keigo that they weren’t randomly floating out in the world, but instead was another person's scent. It wasn’t dull like a beta’s, or calming like another omega, it was strong and fiery, filled to the brim with its own authority and certainty of its place. 

A cold realization hit that an alpha was approaching him far quicker than he wished for. More importantly to note, if the stranger was reacting to him as Keigo was reacting to them there was the chance that they were looking for the blond. Based on the quickness of the scents growing strength that conclusion seemed certain. It took far too long for his body to finally respond, because by the time he had finally turned around to get off of the bridge a cloaked figure was already in sight by the edge of the tree line. Only leaving a few yards between the two. They were hunched over, their head bent upwards to take in the view of him. The hood of their cloak hardly covered anything of their face, likely because it looked like he had been running. 

Keigo’s shoulders tensed all the way up to his ears, golden eyes meeting bright blue. The pupils of his eyes slimmed into dark slivers encased with yellow, an edging fear prevalent in his gaze. The stranger on the other hand, looked at him with dilated pupils as if Keigo was an oasis that would disappear if he wasn’t careful enough. It was hard to read what exactly the other was thinking, or what he planned on doing next. He wanted to fly away, yet another part of him screamed to stay where he was. To talk. To live.

What he wasn’t expecting was for the stranger to place a careful hand on the side of the tree he stood next to, straightening his back and moving his left hand to pull the hood of his cloak down. Black hair danced with the wind as those blue eyes refused to leave Keigo’s form, “Apologies,” the raspy voice sent chills down the blonds spine, his breath stopping in his throat as he did everything in his power to suppress the gasp that pushed to come out, “I didn’t mean to startle you in any way.”

In contrast to the rugged exterior he had a calm and almost elegantly practiced way of speaking. The man was a walking juxtaposition and Keigo had no idea how to respond. The two just seemed to stand in silence as they looked at each other. The shock never once really fading as realization slowly poured over him. 

It’s said that when scentmates find one another their scents overlap and swell into something abstract, in return the two mates would have a strong physical reaction to coming in contact for the first time. 

The longer Keigo stood on that bridge and stared at this stranger the more painful the realization set in and panic took over. Glancing to the setting sun he was quick to turn his head back to the other, “I uh, I have to go.” Keigo mumbled, just loud enough for the other to hear, and when he did the raven haired stranger seemed to deflate as his shoulders relaxed, his own understanding becoming visible on his features. He wanted to say something, but he bit it back, “I understand,” that raspy voice spoke after a few moments taking a step back towards the trail, “I’ll leave first so you can have your space.”

The kind offer pressed a small smile into Keigo's face, dimples forming as he looked to him, “No worries, I’ll be just fine. Thank you.” His wings were quick to extend and even quicker to take himself to the skies. He could feel the gaze follow him until he was out of sight. 

With a racing heart and a mind clouded by far too many thoughts Keigo knew who he just saw. He knew what the other was to him. He knew what he was to the other. A frustrated groan echoed out from him as he rubbed the palms of his hands across his face. How could he have been so stupid to think about wanting what he wanted for his siblings. Such fruitful thought would only be his downfall. Heat sweltered on his cheeks as he let out a huff.

Slamming open the front of the house door, cheeks still flushed from the chance encounter Keigo spotted the four teens at the table, meaning Eri was likely upstairs, “I don’t know which one of you little shits it was, but whoever jinxed me from this morning's conversation with Eri, your ass is grass.” 

As he stormed past the group there was a moment of silence before rushed chaos followed him the moment realization hit.

“What?”

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[evelestrange]

Let me start off by saying wow! Your work is so freakin' good. It's "I'm upset that I read this too fast" good. Request idea: Reader and Vi are childhood sweethearts that are separated and thought each other died after incident. They are reunited some years down the road in prison when reader gets caught for something and basically just trying to survive/ stick together.

i am making this a two part series, i'm so sorry for the inconvenience.

between these bars

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┊spoilers: spoilers to season 1

┊pairing: Vi x Fem!Zaunite!Reader

┊warnings: swearing, blood, death,

┊word count: 1.2k

┊genre: hurt/comfort

┊summary: You and Vi had been in love since your childhood. Vander's kidnapping and horribly gone rescue mission had proved you two were never meant to be, as Vi and Vander were killed by the shimmer ravagers and you were caught under the ruble until Sevika had lifted you out. What happens when you're years and years down the line, getting yourself thrown in prison to cover Jinx's ass, you see a ghost of your past.

Only she's not a ghost.

┊notes: none :]

You jerked your legs, thrashing your entire body as the enforcers held you in their grip. The lights were dim as you were dragged through the hallways of Stillwater prison. You pleaded, your weight trying to go dead but the overpowering muscle prevented it.

Their grip was bruising around your arms, keeping you from escaping their grasp as they guided you through isolation.

"You don't understand! I was trying to help I just-" you were cut off as your body harshly hit the concrete. The breath was knocked out of your lungs, leaving you to wheeze on the floor.

The bars from the cell next to you rattled with immense force.

"Don't you boys think the whole 'abusing us because we're bad guys' thing is a bit dramatic when the person obviously isn't harmful," she cocked an eyebrow, her voice teasing. Your breathing slowly got steadier. You soon noticed the sound of grunts and thudding as you brung yourself closed to the wall that divided you and the other woman.

They were hitting her.

You leaned yourself against the wall, your body still recovering from the past few days. You felt horrible, but there was nothing you could do. Strength was never your strong suit, it was always speed and agility.

"What makes you different makes you stronger," she'd encourage.

God, you missed her. More than anything, you missed your family.

You sighed, wiping a stray tear before taking a deep breath and brushing off the sentiment. Heavy footfalls fell farther and farther away as the enforcers walked down the hall, abandoning the woman they had pummeled in the dust.

You leaned against the bars, your forehead being soothed against the cold metal. "You alright?" Your voice was above a whisper, only just. "Doesn't matter," she snapped.

"It does," your voice came out desperate as you clutched the bars, your knuckles going white. Your eyes flitted across the small room as you waited for a response that never came. You sighed as your body gravitated towards the ground, your weight against the bars as you sat as far from the bed as possible. The silence was suffocating, but your eyes soon grew heavy as all you heard from the cell next to you were circulating footsteps, lulling you to sleep.

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You looked around from under the rubble, you had run out of tears hours ago, your vocal cords shredded from screaming. "Please," your voiceless plea fell into the air, dissipating into the smoke swirling above you. Your breaths were heavy and labored, rasping into the silence.

The concrete over your hip dug into the bone, cutting through the flesh and scraping against your skin. Footsteps crept towards you, stopping in front of your line of sight.

The person fell over, crumbling to the ground as a stream of crimson flowed across the ground, covering the grey in red. Pink hair was splayed, coated with dirt and blood and her mouth was open in a silent scream.

Yours wasn't.

You had screamed your lungs out, her name rolling from your lips over and over, a tape stuck on repeat.

Her face morphed into Mylo's, then into Claggors, then Powder's, Vander's and back to Violet. The weight was lifted as you sat up, the void around you was completely black.

For just a moment you were completely fear stricken, thinking that this was the end.

Nothing.

But the rattling of metal bars came back, a voice calling to you from somewhere so close yet so far.

You hyper focused on the voice gasping for breaths as your vision adjusted to the darkness.

Stillwater.

And your cell neighbor was trying her best, which was damn near the worst way, to coach you out of your nightmare.

But, she was trying. She just didn't know what to say.

Vi listened to your breathing, hearing it level out and exhaled silently in relief.

"It doesn't get easier," she says to you, her gaze caught in nothing.

"No, it doesn't." Your vision was limited by the lack of light. You pushed yourself to your feet, pacing your room and the anxiety raised in your chest.

"I get it," her arm slips outside the bars, hanging lazily in front of her. "I'm haunted by my own demons, shortcake."

You shook your head vigorously. "They aren't demons, they were too good." You retaliated as you crouched down and brought your hands to your face. "They were the most amazing people I had ever known. And they're gone." The woman next to you let out a bitter laugh, a humorless noise to fill the air.

"The brightest stars burn the fastest, don't they?"

"Apparently."

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The days passed slowly.

Or quickly? You couldn't really tell.

Your nights were filled with pointless conversations, in favor of losing yourself in your housemates dry humor and sassy remarks. You both had your bad days, the other helping you through it to the best or your ability.

You had yet to learn her name, shockingly.

The question just never came up. You called the woman raspberry, describing the girl you once knew in your childhood that she seemed so much alike.

"You remind me of someone I knew," you smiled softly as you reminisced.

"Oh? Do tell me more. Is she the love of your life? Cause if she is, I'd feel like a rebound." she entertained.

Oh, that. She had taken to flirting.

"She was," you whispered. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes stung with unshed tears. "I haven't spoken to anyone about her since she died."

"Tell me about her."

"God, she was an idiot," you laughed, thinking of all the stupid things Vi didn't think through.

"We were always in trouble, but it was never a dull moment with her, let me tell you. We grew up together, with three other kids under the same roof."

"Phew, that's a lot of kids," she whistled as she listened intently.

"We were a rowdy bunch, especially considering our dad was alone in raising us. He took us all in, always having room in that big heart of his," your voice was dazed as you spoke, laced in happiness.

"My old man adopted me and my sister, we had three other siblings with him too," her eyebrows were drawn in confusion.

'This sounds eerily similar,' she suspected.

"Anyways, she was incredibly hot headed, but she managed her anger well. Until it came to someone she cared about, especially P-," you cut yourself off, clearing your throat as you corrected yourself. "-her sister."

"She had a sister?"

"A younger one," her voice trailed off, thinking of the woman she had become. "But she's gone too," your breath seemed to flow through your voice.

"What happened to her?" Vi was invested in the story, her mind racing with the similarities.

"She changed," your voice hardened as you sat up straight. "She turned on us, and went running into Silco's arms." Your fingers curled against your palm, turning to a fist before you aimed it at the bars. You exhaled a shaking breath.

"Losing Vi ruined everything."

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[ferinehuntressmoved]

☾ *  ―  [ S ] USPENSIONS & BREAKING RULES .

Caitlyn became an enforcer when she was struck out of her mother's grasp. She went to the academy when she was twenty-one, spending six months in the training regimen.

Since then, Caitlyn had a pretty good standing record for the first year. She did her job, did it well, and went where she was told and when she was told. But working in records for a little bit, she started to notice something off. The way the records were kept about her undercity dealings, about incidents and accidents and she started to piece things together. When she was twenty-four, she started to develop what others called "The Great Conspiracy." It first started with a corkboard and writing stuff down. Whether it was found in records at the Enforcer hall or talking with informants.

There were a few instances that got Caitlyn suspended from work. One was when she went to go talk with an informant that came from Zaun up to Piltover. She was in mid-conversation when other enforcers came to arrest the man on 'chargers of breaking and entering' and Caitlyn got into a fistfight with some of them. Her suspension was a month as it was her first offense.

Another was when she snuck onto a crime scene without proper approval. She was caught and much of what she had done whether taking photos or notes were confiscated and destroyed. Caitlyn was lucky she had an eidetic memory and remembered everything she saw and drew it down. However, this got her suspended for another month.

Other situations have happened that caused Caitlyn to have some penalties, extra duties on guard, or small infractions that she was punished for because she didn't follow proper protocol or violated certain procedures.

Caitlyn grew tired of how she felt like Marcus kept blocking her at every twist and turn, but even so, she continued to figure out her own 'conspiracy theories' because she believed she was onto something despite the constant ridicule and blocks from Marcus and other enforcers under him. She wasn't fired due to her position as a councillor's daughter and the fact that her family standing provided Caitlyn with a privilege she didn't even think about at the time.

As Caitlyn put it, "she was not the best enforcer," because she believes in doing what is right by people, and not right by the law.

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[writer-in-theory]

To Run From It All Masterlist (Spencer Reid x Reader)

(images do not depict the appearance of the reader)

a/n: did literally anyone ask for this? no. am i doing it anyway? hell yeah. so i was planning out this oneshot, and it sorta took on a life of its own. somehow the oneshot became a miniseries, but i love this idea so much that i couldn't bear to try and condense it again. so here we are. i'm so so excited about it, and i hope you enjoy it as much as i've enjoyed writing it.

summary: on paper, spencer and reader are complete opposites. a man who joined the highest levels of law enforcement right out of school, and a woman who dedicates her life to fighting against injustice in the system. in reality, they're perfect complements for each other.

when the politician reader has been most outspoken against dies mysteriously, there's pressure on the bau to find the suspect. the obvious choice: the woman who's "trying to corrupt" their sweet boy genius.

it's up to reader and spencer to prove she's been set up before it's too late.

category: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort

pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader

series warnings: due to suggestive scenes and the topics covered, this series is 16+, discussions of protests (will be environment-related), murder (mentioned, not described), violence (canon typical), political corruption, false accusations by law enforcement (as in the BAU), language, there might be more added later

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“Darling, let's run like we'd run from the law...

Part One: I'd Drive Away

Spencer is finally ready to introduce his girlfriend to his family. Instead of a warm welcome, they arrest her.

Part Two: Before I Let You Go

With the threat of a murder charge, Spencer must help Reader prove her theory that she's being set up before it's too late.

Part Three: Darling, Let's Run

As time is running out, Spencer and Reader have a choice to make.

Part Four: And Don't Say No

Is it too late for Spencer and Reader?

Epilogue: The Note From The Locket

The aftermath.

...We can go when they're trying to chase us, go where no one else is, run.”

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[harlcy]

☾  ⸻  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒  !

tw:  mostly  dives  a  bit  into  her  history  with  addiction  &  loss  of  her  father,  but  also  briefly  touches  on  the  relationship  with  her  abusive  ex. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋:  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎'𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜  𝚘𝚗  𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜?  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚒𝚝  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  𝚘𝚛  𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

it  does  a  little  of  both,  truthfully.  obviously,  there’s  a  very  strong  fear  of  failure,  given  her  past  experience  with  relapsing,  but  she  hasn’t  lost  all  of  her  hope.  not  yet,  anyway,  so  there’s  some  excitement  there,  too.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍:  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕  𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎?  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢?

harley  does  believe  she  can  change  her  own  destiny,  absolutely,  and  she  isn’t  the  biggest  believer  in  fate.  mainly  because  she  doesn’t  like  the  idea  of  being  fated  to  do,  be,  like,  or  dislike  anything.  she’s  in  control  of  her  own  self,  her  own  actions.  no  one  else.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒:  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝  𝚘𝚛  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝  /  𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌?

since  her  ex  (  and  with  her  anxiety  ),  trusting  her  gut  is  nearly  impossible  given  that  it’s  always  yelling  abort,  abort!  but  she  also  doesn’t  trust  herself  as  a  whole,  especially  in  terms  of  judging  one’s  character.  for  the  most  part,  she  tries  to  use  her  head  to  make  decisions,  but  her  heart  often  takes  the  driver  seat  despite  it.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒:  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕  /  𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

she  does!  i  imagine  she’s  always  had  a  wonderful  relationship  with  her  parents,  which  is  exactly  why  her  father’s  passing  hit  her  as  hard  as  it  did.  she’s  always  been  a  momma’s  girl,  though,  and  despite  being  a  grown  ass  woman  now,  there  are  many  times  where  she  seeks  comfort  within  the  arms  of  her  mother.  i  feel  like  harley  is  also  really  open  with  her  family  as  a  whole,  but  her  mother  is  always  the  first  person  she  reaches  out  to  on  bad  days  like  please,  just  tell  me  it’ll  be  okay  before  she  reaches  out  to  her  sponsor  because  her  mother  &  that  comfort  provided  impacts  harley  drastically.  also,  the  fear  of  disappointing  her  mother  probably  weighs  heavily  on  her,  too,  despite  already  feeling  like  one.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑:  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢?  𝚠𝚑𝚢  𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?

depends  the  authority.  in  terms  of  those  within  any  position  of  law  enforcement  ..  lol  yeah,  it’s  almost  non-existent.  mainly  because,  sticking  to  the  sad  reality,  i  don’t  feel  like  they  were  any  help  during  the  time  she  finally  tried  to  leave  her  ex?  if  it’s  any  other  type  of  authority,  like  just  a  senior  in  the  workforce,  a  teacher,  etc.,  the  respect  she  shows  is  always  what  she  hopes  to  return.  it’s  important  to  note  that  once  someone  loses  her  respect,  however,  she  can  be  the  most  heartless  person  you’ve  ever  met. 

and  she  always  respects  her  mother.  maybe  not  so  much  during  her  time  as  an  addict,  but  nothing  she  ever  did  to  her  family  during  those  years  ever  came  from  a  place  of  malice. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓:  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎'𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜  /  𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚜?  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕  𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢?

primarily,  she  tries  to  live  by  the  golden  rule  of  do  onto  others  as  you  would  like  them  to  do  onto  you.  it’s  the  energy  she  gives  anyone  and  everyone  the  first  go  around  and  she  is  really  strict  with  herself  about  that.  she’s  also  really  strict  with  herself  about  the  type  of  situations  she  finds  herself  in  or  lets  herself  be  part  of,  but  she’ll  go  against  her  morals  &  code  of  ethics  for  certain  people  (  like  her  family  )  ..  though  maybe  saying  that  she’d  go  against  them  is  wrong?  especially  because  protecting  her  family  and  doing  right  by  them  in  whatever  way  necessary  is  part  of  her  ethics?  hm.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋  𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄:  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕  /  𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜?

it  depends  the  setback  and  which  goal.  she’s  always  been  hard  on  herself  and  still  most  certainly  is,  but  anything  in  relation  to  her  sobriety,  she’s  extra  hard  on  herself.  not  quite  hard  enough  to  fall  off  or  ruin  her  progress,  but  close  enough  to  be  worrisome  to  her.  she’s  also  really  hard  on  herself  if  the  goal  affects  her  family  in  any  way  (  e.g.,  she  doesn’t  get  ahead  of  something  on  the  marketing  side  of  things  and  it  stains  the  resort,  even  if  only  with  one  measly  article  ),  but  after  dealing  with  her  feelings,  she  always  hits  the  ground  running  to  get  herself  back  on  track.

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄:  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍  𝚒𝚝  𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕  𝚒𝚗  𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕  𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?

no.  as  an  infj  personality  type,  her  emotions  tend  to  control  her  more  than  the  other  way  around.  when  she’s  got  her  business  hat  on  is  the  only  time  she  does  remotely  well  at  leaving  her  emotions  out  of  anything  ..  for  the  most  part.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃  𝐌𝐀𝐍:  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗  𝚒𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜?  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  𝚘𝚛  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚠𝚊𝚢?

her  desire  to  learn  certainly  keeps  harley’s  eyes  open  for  anything  and  everything  that  can  potentially  offer  her  new  knowledge  /  experience,  but  she  doesn’t  always  take  everything  that  comes  her  way.  if  it’s  something  that’ll  take  her  away  from  her  family,  she’ll  always  turn  it  down  ---  something  that’s  been  true  since  forever.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇:  𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚒𝚗  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎'𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚐𝚘  𝚘𝚏?

probably  the  guilt  she  feels  about  her  past  choices,  about  not  asking�� for  help  sooner,  about  not  recognizing  the  signs,  about  not  being  strong  enough,  about  not  being  there  for  her  mother  when  her  father  passed.  and  the  hatred  she  feels  towards  herself  for  all  of  that,  too.

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜?  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢?  𝚑𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘  𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍  /  𝚋𝚊𝚍  𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

she’s  good  at  making  plans,  especially  in  terms  of  business  ones.  she  can  be  extremely  impulsive.  as  i  said  before,  her  emotions  have  a  habit  of  controlling  her  rather  than  the  other  way  around,  so  her  feet  are  often  moving  well  before  her  brain  can  catch  up  (  depending  the  situation  ).  this  has,  obviously,  gotten  her  into  both  good  and  bad  situations  and,  in  the  past,  she  wasn’t  always  the  greatest  at  dealing  with  them,  but  she’s  getting  better!

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋:  𝚒𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜?  𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝?

whereas  she  can  certainly  be  described  as  a  workaholic,  she  isn’t  addicted  to  any  substances.  not  anymore,  anyway.  she’s  been  sober  five  years  (  will  be  six  in  october  )  and  her  family  is  the  reason  she  quit  ..  both  times.  harley  still  isn’t  to  the  point  to  where  she’s  staying  sober  for  herself  yet,  but  she’s  also  finally  realized  that  that’s  okay.  the  reason  isn’t  that  important,  not  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things,  and  it  certainly  doesn’t  dictate  how  deserving  she  is  of  sobriety.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑:  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎'𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚘𝚛  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍  𝚒𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍?

there  are  two  events  that  drastically  changed  her  life,  i  think,  and  that’s  becoming  friends  with  her  ex  and  the  passing  of  her  father.  in  terms  of  the  first  event,  she  doesn’t  resent  it  because  who  knows  where  she’d  be  now  if  she  hadn’t  taken  that  step.  perhaps  she’d  be  better,  but  perhaps  she’d  be  worse.  as  for  the  second  event,  i  think  she  secretly  resents  it.  harley  likes  to  let  on  that  she’s  coping,  that  she’s  gone  through  her  grieving  process  and  has  fully  let  it  go,  but  she  hasn’t.  not  entirely.  she  isn’t  sure  she  ever  will.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑:  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐?  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎?

probably  that  she  has  her  family  and  doing  right  by  them,  making  them  proud,  is  certainly  what  guides  her  the  most.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍:  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐  𝚏𝚘𝚛?  𝚒𝚜  𝚒𝚝  𝚊  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌  𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎?

she  doesn’t  long  for  much,  truthfully.  just  to  stay  sober  and,  as  aforementioned,  make  her  family  proud.  harley  isn’t  sure  how  realistic  it  is,  but  she  hopes  she’ll  get  to  see  it  all  come  to  fruition. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍:  𝚒𝚗  𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕,  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌  𝚒𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎?  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜  𝚒𝚗  𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?

she  tends  to  be  very  optimistic  when  it  comes  to  other  people,  but  pessimistic  when  it’s  anything  having  to  do  with  herself,  if  that  makes  sense.  &  she  doesn’t  often  take  time  to  smell  the  roses,  but  she  most  certainly  appreciates  that  those  roses  exist.

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 :  𝚒𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜?  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚘  𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

of  herself?  absolutely  not.  i  don’t  think  harley  has  ever  forgiven  herself  for  anything  she’s  done  yet  and  she  isn’t  sure  she  ever  will.  as  for  others,  if  they  only  wrong  her,  she’s  forgiving  and  does  so  with  ease.  if  it’s  one  of  her  family  members,  lol  good  luck  because  you’ll  be  on  her  shit  list  for  the  rest  of  forever  and  she  is  not  above  going  out  of  her  way  to  make  your  life  hell  in  the  worst  of  ways  (  she’s  very,  very  protective  of  her  fam  idk  what  to  tell  you  ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃:  𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚒𝚗  𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑?  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚍𝚘  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕?

be  someone  who  makes  her  family  proud  and  if  that’s  a  goal  she  completes,  i  think  she’ll  just  continue  to  work  at  being  that  someone  because  making  them  proud  once  would  never  be  good  enough.  she  wants  them  to  be  proud  of  her  always,  whether  they’re  living  alongside  her  or  watching  over  her  from  the  heavens.

#꒰ 🌩️ ꒱ headcanons ╱ 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏 ◞

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☾ Crescent City has a new denizen~☾

                                       Please welcome Kim Yong Sun;

                           A malakhim from the House of Sky & Breath;

                          He is a City Head also known as The Governor

face claim (stage name/legal name): gong yoo (actor) physical age: 43 new to crescent city?: No. He would have been in the city for a very long time.  defining features: the malakhim tattoo on the arm pack/family (if applicable): n/a occupation: city head - the governor

powers: enhanced strength, speed, and regeneration abilities. fly at high speed.  elemental control of lightning. i was imagining perhaps he can summon thunder and dark clouds in the sky, then make lightning strike the ground/his enemies. strengths: open minded, collected, he is literally a super strong archangel, good at compartmentalizing his emotions weaknesses: helfire, tight spaces, weapons associated with helfire, love

personality: disciplined, patient, and decisive. yongsun believes in fairness and would never enforce a rule on citizens that he himself cannot follow. he likes to hear everyone’s opinions on topics of interest. in meetings, he is always the last to express himself, but because he’s the final person to speak, he expects his words to carry weight. 

as an individual, he smiles often and can be very kind, but should people step out of the line and heed no warning, then that smile just may become the last thing they’ll ever see. his ruthless side can be frightening, as he will spare no one, not even the wailing infants in your household, should you commit a crime heinous enough and be caught on unbent knees. yongsun shows more mercy to people for their crimes if they are willing to publicly admit their guilt and beg for forgiveness. under those circumstances, the individual’s family may be exiled or otherwise punished instead of eliminated. 

he rarely attends executions himself, as he believes his attendance will give the accused too much honor. 

bio: yongsun was appointed the governor by malakhim territories outside of the crescent city in his early 30s and has been in the position for approximately ten years. prior to his appointment, he was known for his strength, devotion to the gods and his people, as well as for his impeccable reputation. even as a youth, he would have been the one the parents around him compared their kids to - the one so perfect that he almost felt unreal. 

to maintain such a spotless record required a lot of time and dedication on his behalf. yongsun had always been aware of the fact he might become governor one day and worked steadily towards his goal. he did not allow himself to have fun, let loose, and considered the extra restraints he carried to be part of the price he must pay for power.

he had two lovers, one when he was young and the other after he became the governor. the first lover gave him a child and left him because she needed freedom and his life was full of structure. the second lover he couldn’t help but gave his heart to, only for it to end in betrayal and death. he killed that second lover himself and to this day preserves the blood-stained dagger that was the weapon in a crystal case - it was a reminder to himself that he must never love again.

no longer interested in finding a soulmate, all who seek intimacy with governor kim now must subject themselves to strict background checks. in addition, when/if they enter his bed-chamber, they must be fully bare to demonstrate they are not carrying weapons. 

#cc: welcome #krp #kpop roleplay #gong yoo #crescent city rp #supernatural rp

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old profile repost because someone (me) is trying to get organized and close some tabs, lol

𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓴𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝓴𝓱𝓪 𝓓𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓻𝓪𝓳

𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝗔𝗚𝗘 & 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 23; 24 november 1997 𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖  ☉ Sagittarius; ☾ Libra; ↗ Cancer 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 female 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 she/her 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 pedrosexual pansexual 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 Mumbai, Maharashtra, India 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡 Toronto, Ontario, Canada

𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 Masters, Second Year 𝗠𝗔/𝗔𝗠 political science 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 Truth & Consequences: The Lie of American Freedom 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 outstanding, overachieving 𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 heiress/unemployed 

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 x  persistent + diligent x confident + self-assured x dedicated + passionate 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 x short-tempered x petty x self-righteous   𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦 Get her masters (duh), to watch the american empire fall à la the Rome, recover the Kohinoor Diamond from the British monarchy and return it to India, repatriation of stolen historical artifacts and the dismantling of american influence over the world 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Being tied down and falling into generations of a desi culture trap for women where they end up having to abandon their hopes and dreams after being forced (at various degrees, sometimes just familial obligation, sometimes more violent) to get married at a young age. 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘 will be given by GM

𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Born as Deevika Rekha Ali Khan, Deevi is the only child of Fazl Ali Khan IV Bahadur, nominal Nawab of Banganapalle, a fief of the Mughal empire, later a princely state of British India before Independence, and Sonia Dhanraj, the heiress of Shankar Dhanraj, one of India's biggest tycoons and founder of Dhanraj Industries. She is from mixed religious parentage, her father's family being Muslim, and her mother's Hindu. While born in Mumbhai, she only lived there until she was three, when her parents divorced. Following their divorce, she moved to London with her mother, and lived there until she was 13 when her mother remarried Canadian politician, Matthieu Richelieu, and moved with them to Canada. Despite the hectic, scandal filled relationship her parents had (slutty cheating scandal, not like murder scandal - it's kinda funny if you look back at it versus scandal in India now), Deevi hasn't really had a difficult life, though there is the average desi complex ass mother-daughter relationship. It took her a long time to get over her mother's constant criticism and comparison to literally everyone else, even with her overachieving nature, that is honestly something that is so tied into Desi culture, it is infuriating, let alone the general sexism. It's so frustrating if she thinks too hard about it, because in the same breath your mother will go "you are never enough, no man will ever want to marry you," and "sweetie, have you eaten, do you want a present?" Just pick a lane. She doesn't hate her mother, or her family, but they are rooted in deep conservatism, which clashes with every fibre of her being, and with their own actions. Her mother literally told her off for dating instead of studying when she got her first boyfriend, like, mom, look at these newspapers you hypocrite. Her grandfather scoffed when her mother married two non-Hindu's, yet he arranged her match to a non-Hindu, and her dad is mad he ain't a Muslim, but he, himself married a Hindu. Y'all don't get to judge! Being desi in the west is just so annoyingly complicated, because there's the old ideals the boomers and their children still try to enforce, and then there's western condescension, and it's all just a bucket full of rage. At 18, her grandfather arranged her marriage to Lucas César Reyes de la Fuente, both as a business deal and personal arrangement, being long time friends with his step-mother. Their wedding is set to take place as soon as she's done getting her Masters Degree. Prior to entering her post-grad program, she double majored in political science and South Asian history, with a focus on colonization.

#repost #audition #deevi dhanraj #haute monde #mine