#Flirting with your future *redacted*

[cthonicascendant]

About

Welcome to the [redacted] Hive

Body Name: Xenica | Xen Body Age: mid 30s Collective Pronouns: It/Its | He/Him System Type: Praesigenic Median

Boundaries

Things we will block you for:

Sending us shipcourse.

Asking us about incest/pedophilia/etc.

Sending hate messages, threats, or doxxing.

We're also fairly liberal with the block button, so don't be too alarmed if you are blocked and didn't do anything on this list. We will block people just for vaguely annoying us on a given day. (If you ask nicely on anon and we really can't remember or find why we blocked you, we'll probably lift the block.)

All asks will be published (eventually), with the exception of call out posts and donation requests. We do not have the time or inclination to verify those, and will simply delete them with an acknowledgement of receipt in a separate post. Repeatedly attempting to send us these types of asks will ALSO get you blocked.

Seriously, do not put anything in our ask box you're not comfortable being published. And please direct all horny asks over to @whendidthisbecomeawhorehouse .

Minors do NOT interact with that blog. I will block you from here too.

The trolls do not mind and in fact actively welcome other Homestucks - other fictives, kin, etc. you're all fine. (They do not mind RP blogs but do ask that you respect this is NOT roleplay for them.)

We are pro-endo and are not accepting syscourse at this time.

We are queer and polyamorous. (Other systems and trans people are more than welcome to hit us up. ;) Singlets and cis people can shoot your shot but you're at a disadvantage.)

Some of us use typing quirks, but we can turn them off to varying degrees. That said, for the most part you should probably filter "typing quirk" and "untranslated typing quirk" if quirks bother you, since the bulk of the posting around here is done by Voidsong. (Although I question why you are following us if quirks are an issue. /polite /genuinely curious)

Speaking of tags, we're not very consistent about tagging beyond the typing quirks. We can't promise that we'll be able to consistently tag for anything, so if you do need something tagged we may not be the blog to follow. (We do not mind being asked to add a tag to something, just be aware we may not remember to tag for that subject in the future.)

For the most part you can ask for a specific hivemate/alter and we're willing to switch, but please check individual boundaries.

More about individual hivemates under the cut.

The Main Crew

Voidsong Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 15 sweeps (approx. 33 years) Typing Quirk: 5phinx of black quartz judge my Vovv Ask to pilot: If he's not already here, don't ask unless you're very close. Additional Boundaries: None.

Crow(ley) Pronouns: Sey/Sem/Seir/Semself Age: 33 years Typing Quirk: <<sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.>> Ask to pilot: Most likely already here as well, but doesn't mind coming to the helm if not. Additional Boundaries: No flirting - if you're interested in Crow please be direct with sem. No feminine terms.

Mierco Pronouns: It/Its | Ey/Em/Eir/Emself Age: 19 sweeps (approx. 40 years) Typing Quirk: >.sphinx of black quartz. .judge my vow.< Ask to pilot: Yes. Additional Boundaries: No unsolicited advice.

Diakto Pronouns: Xe/Xem/Xer/Xemself Age: ?? sweeps (young adult) Typing Quirk: ≈sssphinxxx of black quartzzz, judge my vow.~ Ask to pilot: Yes. Additional Boundaries: No nicknames other than D(ee).

Aiclas Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Age: ???? (adult) Typing Quirk: The quick brown fox jump6 over the lazy dog. Al∫o u∫e6 ∫ in place of lowerca∫e S in the middle of word6. Ask to pilot: Any time! Additional Boundaries: None.

The Moth Department

Aletheia Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Age: 37 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: Only when the body is not high. Additional Boundaries: Platonic affection only (e.g. no kissing or flirty touches).

Zeke Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 37 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: No. Additional Boundaries: None.

Melara | Havocfey Pronouns: Any Age: 10 sweeps (approx. 21 years) Typing quirk: I-O Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow. O-I Ask to pilot: Yes. Additional Boundaries: None.

Glitch Pronouns: It/Its | Any Neopronouns Age: ???? Typing Quirk: No, but it communicates solely in quotes, memes, and pop culture references. Ask to pilot: Yes. (why?) Additional Boundaries: None.

The Labs

Harry Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 54 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: You can, but he may not respond. Additional Boundaries: No flirting, no displays of affection, and no nicknames.

Grub Pronouns: She/Her/Hers | Grub/Grubs/Grubself Age: 7 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: No. Additional Boundaries: In the event Grub ever gets to go on this blog (unlikely), please treat her similarly to a regular child.

#about #Void5ong #>.mierco.< #diakto #~aletheia m.~ #the moth department #glitchposting #I-O Melara O-I #~harry #aicla6 #yeah idk vvhat the 5y5tem name i5 goin to be yet but executiVe deci5ion the old one vva5 makin me feel bad 5o it5 gone #Last Edited: 24 Jul 23 #Patch Notes: -Added Aiclas. #«crow»

[belovedbow]

My Top 5 Redacted Audios, SFW version.

thanks for tagging me @ejunkiet ~ I thought way too hard about this! tagging anyone who wants to ❤

these aren't set in stone, cuz i like almost everything but these are the ones i usually go back to.

in no particular order:

Your Coworker Has a Crush on You

simple premise, excellent execution. it really encapsulates the nervous energy of finally meeting the person you've just been admiring from afar and you can practically hear ollie internally screaming at some points.

Nervous Air Elemental Confesses His Feelings For You

i love everything about this video: the lead up, freelancer opening up, the confession and the surprise kisses. all the confessions are worthy of being canon, but i especially love the little parallels between the two in this. also is this the only video (besides caelum) where freelancer's life before is brought up?

A Day Outdoors With Your Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend

even tho they live together, angel can still fluster david with flirting and gushing over the little things about him. i love the domesticity and peek into david's background and his hopes for the future. there'll probably never be a wedding video and that's fine cuz this is already It.

Sweet Werewolf Boyfriend Plays Around With You

an oldie but still a good snippet of their relationship. ash casually shifting around the house is such a nice contrast to the other wolves and how eager he is to try everything babe offhandedly brings up. i too fell a little bit in love when babe just tosses ash like no big deal. it's also great to see how the little things got expanded on in his later videos.

Shock and Awe at the Elemental and Energetic Games Qualifiers

something a lil different from the others, but this video is what really made me click with vincent. he really is lovely's number 1 fan and knows exactly what to say. they're both so comfortable with each other in this which makes what happens after so much more sad but it also elevates this moment for me.

#redacted asmr #this is a little revealing about my tastes haha #lot of surprise kisses in these #i honestly could put all of valenweek on his list but i wanted to show a little variety

[rescuefield-arch1]

What is your ranking of Claire's ships? From best to worst!

claire & leon : i am so fucking biased about this it's almost embarrassing. i think they still need so much development in regards of what happened in all the long gaps but i'm sucker for all of their tropes so yeah. they'll never be canon but it's okay whatever weird divorced parents thing they have going on these days is enough

claire & steve : okay listen. they also need A LOT of development which hopefully will happen when cv remake comes, but it's undeniable that she cared for him in some extent and her whole future is sort of shaped around that one pivotal event ( his death ). gotta love a "this is a tragic story and there's no other end to it" sort of thing

claire & alice : okay technically that's andersonverse BUT the way they've been through so much and clearly care about each other ?? alice is pretty much claire's leon in this iterations, i said what i said, and i hope whatever happens after the final chapter they faced it together as wives <3

claire & carlos ( and maybe throw alice in the mix too ) : another andersonverse, yeah embarrassing again I KNOW. i love their little scenes in extinction and they're basically k-mart's parents!! that's it, they weren't actually canon but i know without them that convoy wouldn't have lasted a day lmao

claire & inez : their casual conversation on the phone during claire's inspection of the "crime scene" sold me out on the fact that they were at very least hooking up. would have loved to see more of inez honestly, she had so much potential

claire & rebecca : i actually started liking them because of what happens in DI, i won't lie. can't wait to see more of this team up!! ( won't say more because spoilers - for now they're the neutral ground of this ranking gjhj )

claire & alex : hear me out. had things been different they would have [ redacted ] so hard. i just know, and claire told me too. probably would have ended in flames which are not claire's favourite thing honestly but hey, they would be THE hero / villain pairing to parallel chris / albert - i said what i said

claire & downing : putting this here even though that flirt was so short ( and embarrassingly one-sided ) but since i'm also adding the bad guys i guess he gets a mention. the only reason he's not last is because at least he didn't attempt to kill her

claire & neil / doc : two in one since they're basically the same guy, and i hate them both so. there's nothing more annoying than a loser who could have the whole fucking deal ( claire ) and betrays her in the worst ways instead. fuck them both

#sorry for taking forever to answer to this i also wanted to give an explanation bc i can never do anything the easy way lmao #i assume this is about canon but if not lmk gjhj #𝙉𝙄𝙉𝘼 𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙀! ⎯ ooc

[otterlyart]

Percy: >:( *Vex speaks* Percy: :]

#perc'ahlia #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia vessar #otterlyart gifs #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #Flirting with your future *redacted* #I just have to laugh Vex: vax don't flirt with keyleth Also Vex: hello smokey boy #lovm #tlovm #lovm spoilers #tlovm spoilers #critical role #percy x vex #percahlia

[the-marriage-market-if]

hi!! i just finished the demo and i absolutely adore all of your characters! i was wondering, what pet names would the RO’s call the MC? do they have a pet name they prefer to be called? thank you!!

Aw, you're so sweet!

❤ V Sinclair: Doesn't really do pet names. They usually call you by your name or refer to you as "Wife/Husband/Spouse" at most... Unless they're feeling particularly possessive. In that case, a low and deep "Darling~" is due 👀

❤ Mordecai Sinclair: Very classic and romantic names. It's almost like they're lifted straight out of a romance novel (because they are). "Beloved" and "my heart/treasure" are good examples of what you're going to hear in the future.

❤ Flyoid Wright: Likes to keep their names short and sweet. Terms like "pet," "honey/sugar," or "angel" are some of their favorites. Early in the relationship, you can't tell if they're teasing or flirting with you, and they like it that way.

❤ O Belmont: Like Wright, they prefer simple short names so be prepared for lots of "dear"s and "love"s in the future. Unlike Wright, their pet names get a lot more graphic and dirty when they're drunk.

❤ Ana Ivanova: Would probably use a pet name based on your actual name or something like that. If for any reason, she can't give you a nickname, she'll switch to "bunny" almost instantly.

❤ Tas Ivanov: Like Ana, his first instinct is to give you a nickname. However, he's more than happy to call you "precious" or "solnyshka" (little sun/sunshine) when the mood strikes him.

❤ E Greene: Oh god, what don't they call you? Do you like Darling, dear, or love? Love, baby, or honey? How about dearest or sweetheart? Might actually forget that you have a real name and accidentally writes "my love" on all your important documents.

❤ Wes Clark: Listen, if you think that you're gonna get anything out of this man you're dead wrong. He's already embarrassed enough of all these icky feelings; he's not going to make things worse by saying it out loud. You're definitely not going to catch me muttering "babe" as he buries his face into your shoulder, ok? You're just not.

❤ REDACTED: Like Wright, you're not sure if they're teasing you or not. Likes to use a lot of overly affectionate terms in Italian just to see you act all cute and flustered, especially if they know you like their accent. Espect a lot of "Bellissimo/a" and "Cara Mio/a" from them... A few years down the road though, you sometimes catch them calling you "Habibi" in their sleep.

#ro ask #anonymous #the marriage market #if wip #interactive fiction #full cast

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

I’ll Take X-pecting for 200, Alex

Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid plays a trivia game at the request of his wife, Y/N, but he’s in for more than some heaving hitting questions. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife Reader 

Word Count: 1.5k 

Author’s Note: I really don’t think that this summary does this justice

I’ll Take X-pecting for 200, Alex 

Shuffling the cards with a shake in her hand, Y/N tells herself to just breathe. This is something that Spencer and her have been looking forward to, dreamed about, and constantly discussed. Regardless of how much she knows Spencer loves her, there’s a lingering seed of doubt that only grows with the sound of Spencer walking into their house. 

“Y/N!, I’m home, darlin’,” Spencer calls from the hallway, dropping the “g” because he knows that Y/N finds it endearing. 

“Baby,” Y/N yells from the table. “I’m in the dining room. I made us a trivia game! Come play with me, I need your brains,” she finishes, smiling at her husband, who has been away for nearly two weeks.

“You know do I love trivia, Y/N,” Spencer says. He takes a seat next to his wife, but before he can kiss her, she pushes him out of his chair and motions for him to take the seat opposite of her.

“Before we start, how was the case? Everyone make it home in one piece?” Y/N asks concerned over the wellbeing of some of her closest friends. 

“Everyone’s fine, Y/N. The unsub ended up being a team. Two women hellbent on getting revenge for their children’s murders. One of them got away,” Spencer explains, solemnly. 

“Oof,” Y/N says, letting out a sigh. “It’s at times like these that I’m glad I don’t have your job. I’m kinda glad she got away, between you and me.” 

“It’s hard, sometimes we don’t really know who we’re bringing justice too. But, I’d do anything to protect my future children, and you. Anything I needed to do to keep you safe,” Spencer tells her, leaning across the table and kissing Y/N’s hand. She gives him a sheepish smile, but inside her mind is eager to get this trivia game started. 

“You’re a charmer, Dr. Reid,” Y/N flirts. 

“Just for you, Y/N. Now you mentioned something about trivia,” Spencer says, clapping his hands together excitedly. 

“I just thought you’d like to rest your brain after a case but shifting though all those facts you got stored up there. And I always said you should try out for Jeopardy,” Y/N says as she collects the cards with the clues. 

She spreads out the categories, Child Psychology, Children’s Books, Labor & Delivery, Nursery Rhymes, X-Epecting, on the table. They were all handwritten on different colorful pieces of cardstock and decorated with baby animals and block letters. Y/N read the categories aloud to her husband, allowing herself to steal a glance at his face while he concentrated on the categories, as if he already could answer the questions. 

“All right, Spencer, you pick first,” Y/N says, in her best Alex Trebek impression. 

“I’ll take Child Psychology for $200,” Spencer chooses, looking up to smile at Y/N. 

“This is the substitute mother that baby monkeys formed an attachment to in Harlow’s psychological experiment,” Y/N asks.

“Terry-Cloth,” Spencer interjects. 

“Not uh, Spence, you need to answer correctly,” Y/N teases. She looks up at him expectantly to choose the next clue. He rolls his eyes at her, but secretly he enjoys the playful banter they still share even after all these years. 

“Um, Children’s Books $200,” 

“This is the story of the clever spider that can weave words in her web,” 

“What is Charlotte’s Web?” 

“Correct, pick again please,” Y/N says, as she tries to maintain a stoic composure. 

“This is the average of days that newborns keep up their sleepless parents,” Y/N asks, sure that this question would stump her genius husband. But to no avail, Spencer answers the question correctly. 

“Okay! Next time try-outs are around, I’m forcing you to take the test,” Y/N says running over to kiss Spencer on the cheek. 

“You know judges are supposed to remain impartial, Y/N” Spencer tells her, putting his arm around her waist as if he’s signally her to sit in his lap. 

“I can’t help it, how about you win kisses every time you get a question right, Spence,” Y/N proposes. 

“I guess it’s worth more than fake money,” Spencer teases.

“You offend me, baby!” Y/N pretends to be hurt by Spencer’s words, but urges him to continue the game. 

“You only got a couple more left, Spence,” 

“Okay, how about X-Expecting for $200,” Spencer chooses. 

“This chromosome is linked to the baby’s mother,” Y/N quizzes, finding it difficult to keep her smiles and secrets at bay when Spencer’s arm tugs around her waist tightly and his fingers draw patterns under her shirt. 

“What is X-Chromosome,” Spencer answers before Y/N can even finish the clue. 

“You know that you’re supposed to wait until the clue is read, Spence. I should redact kisses,” Y/N fake threats. 

“No! Y/N I’ll die without your kisses, please!” Spencer cries out in pretend disain. Much to his amusement his goofy behavior leads Y/N to plant small pecks on his forehead. 

“There, that should hold you over,” 

“I doubt it, Y/N. I miss you already,” Spencer mutters into her shoulder, as if he’s trying to get closer to his wife more than he could already be with her sitting on his lap. 

“Two more clues till Final Jeopardy,” Y/N announces, ignoring the fact that she’s bypassing the rest of the clues and totally disregarding Double Jeopardy. 

“Hmm, let’s go to Nursery Rhymes for kissing for the rest of my life,” Spencer picks, peppering Y/N’s shoulder with kisses. 

“Huh! Look at that, Spencer, you got the Daily Double, so whatcha going to wager?” Y/N asks, knowing she’s pulling this Daily Double straight out of the air, but Spencer’s affection for only one lifetime is not nearly enough for her. 

“I’ll make a true Daily Double, darling. That means double the amount of kisses,” Spencer tells her, ticking the sides of Y/N waist. 

“Here’s your clue, Jack is urged to be nimble & quick, helping him do this,” Y/N reads from the card. 

“What is to jump over the candlestick?” Spencer guesses, closing his eyes to be assaulted by Y/N’s eager lips. 

“Yay! Double kisses!” Y/N yells happily as she pecks Spencer’s eyelids and nose, causing him to laugh at her light affection. 

“Next question, it’s the last one so you don’t get a choice, but I have so much confidence in you, my genius husband. These are the names of the 3 stages of labor?” Y/N questions, looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse of Spencer’s mind at work. 

“What are dilation, expulsion, and afterbirth,” Spencer answers, once again perfectly. 

“Okay, Dr. Reid you’ve accumulated a total of double kisses for the rest of our lives. Your Final Jeopardy category is, Ready For It…” Y/N announces. 

“Last one,” Spencer says, and Y/N wonders if Spencer’s figured it out by now. She hands Spencer the small cardboard box. He looks at it curiously and Y/N can feel her heart in her stomach. He must know by now, she thinks. He’s brilliant, but sometimes he can be a little clueless when it comes to things like that. Y/N thinks back to how they danced around each other for years before Derek practically had to force them out on a date. He must know. 

“You’re clue is inside the box, Spence,” Y/N tells him, her voice shaky and unsure. 

Spencer carefully opens the cardboard box and reaches in to pull out the small pregnancy test that lay hidden inside. He looks it over, reading the test twice, three times, maybe even four times. He honestly can’t remember taking longer to read something. Spencer looks up at a terrified Y/N. 

“You’re pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?” Spencer asks, desperately wanting to believe what he holds in his hand. 

“You’re gonna be a daddy, Spence,” Y/N tells him, her smile struggling to conceal itself in between the bouts of happiness and joy that courses through her veins. 

“A baby! Oh Y/N. A baby!” Spencer shouts rushing over to where his wife stands in between the entrance from their kitchen to their dining room. 

“You’re happy, right Spence. You want this with me-” Y/N starts, a sudden rush of fear lodging itself in her heart. 

“Of course I’m happy, Y/N. I’m so happy to be a dad. You’re going to be a mom! You’ll be the best mom, Y/N. I love you, Y/N,” Spencer says, crouching down to rub his hands on Y/N’s belly. 

“Hi sweet baby,” Y/N says softly, looking down at her belly and covering her hand over Spencer’s. “I want you to meet your daddy. He’s going to take care of you so well, he might talk a lot but you get used to it” 

“Hey, baby. It’s your dad,” Spencer murmurs quietly into Y/N’s belly. “I’m so glad that mommy told me about you. You gotta do some growing in there before you can meet us, but we love you so much, baby,”

“I really love you so much Y/N,” Spencer says as he sits up to kiss his wife. 

All his life Spencer’s loved science. He loves discovering the undiscovered. Memorizing all those theories and facts and methods could never prepare him for the awe that sat before him. He realizes that he’s looked at science all wrong. There's a beauty in science- a natural, unadulterated beauty that’s so rare to find. But he’s found it and he’s never letting go.

Thank You for Reading!

Taglist: @calm-and-doctor​ 

If anyone wants to be tagged in new posts, feel free to comment and I’ll be thrilled to tag you <3

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #dr spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fics #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x you #spencer reid deserved a happy ending

[mingain]

More Redacted ASMR Incorrect Quotes.

Note: Some attributes I assigned to the listeners are based off of my OCs for them (Angel and Babe's jobs and where Angel and Sweetheart are from). Also thank you @moonandstarlightsposts for sending me that clip, you saved my ass from haveing a meltdown.

Angel: Vodka time! David: I'm sorry... what? Asher, running into the pack meeting with two bottles of vodka: VODKA TIME!

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David: You could've died! Asher: I prefer to call it a vibe check from God.

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Lovely: My boyfriend won't stop flirting with me! Babe: My boyfriend won't stop complimenting me! Darlin': My boyfriend won't stop lecturing me! Angel, soaking wet: My boyfriend won't stop pushing me into the goddamn pool!

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Babe: Fuck, marry, kill with David, Angel and William Solaire. Darlin', glaring at Babe: Obviously I'm marrying Angel-

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Darlin': So... uh... what do you do for a living? Angel: Oh, I'm a music teacher. Christian: Prove it. Play five songs on the piano right now. Angel, ignoring him: As you can see, I have experience with people whose maturity hasn't yet progressed past the age of 13.

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Angel: You know, my best friend is a dentist! Babe: Hi? David: Angel, you have the worst oral hygene I've ever seen.

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Sweetheart, giving Milo a present: Merry Christmas! Milo: It's June-

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Asher: Oh my God, how did you break your foot!? Angel: I kicked a Dalek.

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Angel, Babe and Sweetheart, who got sent to the past:

Gabe: Well, who are you 3 in the future? Sweetheart: A department investigator. Babe: An informed unempowered. Angel: Your future child-in-law.

David, from across the room: I'm sorry... his WHAT!?

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Darlin': *Walks into a pack meeting and picks up Angel.* David: Tank, put my mate down. Darlin': No <3

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David: Everytime you talk, I get a migrane. Asher: And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly. Angel: Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. Milo: Need you by my side!

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Asher: Yo, guys, Mozart's fucking dead! Angel: Oh my God! David: Angel, you're LITERALLY A MUSIC TEACHER.

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Sam: Do I really have to do this? Angel, Milo and Sweetheart: YES!

Sam: Texas Milo: East Coast Angel: England Sweetheart: And Ireland All: The four hoursemen of "goddamn, they've got a sexy accent".

#redacted asmr #redacted davey #redacted asher #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted lovely #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin #redacted babe #redacted incorrect quotes #chaos with mingain

[charmed-asylum]

RUMOR HAS IT

DARK STEVE ROGERS X OC MINI FIC

Reqested by  @sage1998c request: Hi I was wondering if you would please consider doing a dark Steve high school au story starting Kat Graham as the main oc/face claim. I would really appreciate it if you would think about it.  

WARNING: ALOT OF CRAZY SHIT!!! I never did a dark fic I am going to miss a few but let start with the basics NO ONE UNDER AGE OF 18 SHOULD READ THIS. BLACK MAIL/ SEX/ YANDRE/ RECORDING OF SEX WITHOUT SHARE AGRREEMENT/ ETC ETC

 SUMMERY: Life was perfect for American boy, aka Steve Rogers. Great friends, hot cheerleader girlfriend, love and adore by everyone. Everything was perfect till senior year when Angelina came around and an anonymous gossip column, Rumor Has It, threatening to expose everyone's dirty laundry. 

~ MASTERLIST~ 

SNEAK PEEK // Angelina OC 

TAGGED: @geralt-jaskier20 @hypersonicxd-blog @muralskins @readermia @muralskins@david-winters-93@alagalaska @SAGE1998C

Thick FOG COVERED Rear WINDOWS of his navy blue 1967 Chevy Camaro. A deep moan came from his mouth as he digs deeper into her wet centerfold. His colossal hand holds tighter to her tiny neck, trying to take all his thoughts else were. “OHHHH FU FUCK. HARDER,” Jane shout from behind his thick fingers. His eyes squeeze tighter; he was close still but so far. Think think think of something Peggy beast No. Jane wet means you sure hit new heights with her. She is enjoying it. He opens his ocean blue eyes and gazed back at Jane; her back was arched, moving closer to his cock. Trying to get more. Greedy bitch. 

He couldn’t wait until he was destroying her. By the end of her fifth orgasm (pushing her fourth ), she would know to never mess with him again. She ends this fuckin blog once together. Finally, end his bad luck streak. All this was messing with him mentally and psychically. Maybe after this, he can finally get in with Angelina. Fuck now; she was a piece of art. Body carve from god himself. He thought Peggy was an angel, his perfect dame, but then Angelina came back into his life. Right when he needed her. It’s been forever since he saw her. Just then, Jane let at whining cries for him. That and imagining it Angelina and her virgin pussy finally help him release. God, that’s it, he thought to himself. It has been happening a lot. Lately, he felt he was in love. He knows it even though he is young. No matter what it is, he was thinking about her. He can’t sleep, eat, think.

Whenever he had a chance to stop thinking of her, it’s about this FUCKING BLOG. RUMORS HAS IT. STUPID SHIT! It already got a few of his friends, and even though he is unstoppable invisible. His fears he was going to be next. That’s why Jane has to be the person behind it. No one else knows Thor secret besides him, Thor and his family, her, and that child’s family. So stupid. So Thor was involved in an accident and drunk and got a child in a fucking coma. With one peek at the camera, he stares back at the feedback, good he is still out of frame. 

Jane utters another whimper. Almost there, he thought to himself. Jane’s sparkling baby pink cat claw nails scratch deep into his pecks and across his ample shoulders. The sight of her nail polish reminds him of a dress Angelina once wear. The last time he saw her, matter of fact, was 12 years ago. She was only three years younger than her. He can taste the chunky chocolate chips that melted into the cookies. He can hear the playful voice she uses when she would pretend to play house. He was daddy, and she was mommy. No matter what he did, she always looked up at him like he was god-like. He was the only one who could ever make her feel safe. Even as a weak, pathetic boy like him. Maybe she was that high he felt once and had been trying to get ever since. He can remember like it was yesterday when they share their 1st kiss. She wanted it; she kisses him sweet dreams of a cloud 9 type of kiss. He would have relished that kiss if he had any common sense instead of screaming around like an idiot. He accidentally pushed her away and made her hurt herself. Even though he was the cause of that pain, it was him she looks at to save her. Make her feel better. Fuck, where did that pretty brown eye with pink tails in tutu little girl go? 

She turns into a fuckin unstoppable beast, a storm of everything that drove him crazy. Everything he saw was wrong with the world. Still, he wanted more. Man, he had to get Jane to understand she was messing up his chance to be with his little angel. God’s gift to him for what he has done what he has accomplished. 

“OH STEVEEEEEE” Jane shouted, her legs clenching tight around Steve waisted her mouth in the notch of her neck. Five 

“I told you I could make you come at least five times. Having the best sex you ever got, huh. Tell me I’m better no one can ever fuck you. Not even your stupid boyfriend, Thor,” Steve said breathlessly.

Jane nods and whimpers softly. It’s you. 

“A no. Doll, I need you to shout it louder for the camera,” he whispered into her ear.

So far into her sexual bliss high, she did not hear him say that but instead agree with him. 

He smiles, now holding the camera close to her wet fold. Jane lay back, eyes close, dazed. With a flash, her eyes peak open to see the phone filming her. She pushes up only to be pushed back down with one finger by Steve, still holding the camera. One hand holds down her arms above her head. A Pitch of Steve’s sweat drips onto her.

“Come on, Jane Baby. Say hi to the camera. Man, I made many sex tapes, but you are the first girl I made come without much effort. That is how much of a gold digger slut you are. Your boyfriend hasn’t even cleaned out his locker, but you are already begging to suck my cock. Tiss. Now now, what are we going to do, huh? One-click, and this goes quicker than one of your rumors. By the time you get out of this car, everyone will know what a dirty slut you are. No more Thor, no more ivy school options. The only thing you can do is give yourself to homeless people. Right, where you belong” Steve chuckle watching Jane cry, begging him to stop. 

“But why Jane baby, you were holding me with an iron fist singing my name to the high heavens. Haha, you bitch. It would be best if you had someone to teach you—the right way. Don’t worry; I do that. Mmm. Would you like me to show you the right way? Show you how to be a lady, not trashy dirty whore” He said, proceeding close, sniffing her dark locks. Could Angelina still smell like sweet sugar and honey? Wonder if she uses a different shampoo than whores like Jane or Peggy. I bet she sounds different too. 

“Please don’t. Do this I. I. I do anything. Please don’t post the video,” Jane said between each sob. Her tiny wrist was starting to burn from the tight grip. 

“Oh, no amount of tears or begging to go to stop me. No. You are going to shut up and listen to me bitch. One-stop your blogging, shut it down, and then redact it all. I don’t care what you say, but you end this shit. THEN you’re going to be Thor’s slave. Do whatever he wants behind closed doors, and in front, you will hold tight to his arm to every court hearing throughout the trials. I don’t care if you miss school; I look or hear you miss anything. I’m posting this gem here. Understand,” He said, tilting his head to the side.

“Bu Bu bu it was not me I not the person behind it. I promise I got mad at Thor yes, he was flirting with girls at all the games. But I promise Steve I never do that. But I admit it if that what you want me to do,” She said, crying with chubby tears. He looks deep into her eyes, trying to see if she was lying. Maybe she didn’t. She was like him in a way, using Thor to better herself. He loosens his hold but remains on top. He savors this for future use, but he won’t tell that. Yet. No, he was going to have a bit of fun with this one.

“Not enough. Huh, I guess that’s bye-bye to a bright future. Or else. You come here and show me just how much you want me to keep this little homemade video a secret. Huh. Make it quick. I got a date with destiny, or should I say, little angel. Remember, you use those pearly whites teeth, or don’t swallow all of it up. Bye-bye future, “Steve says with a huge grind and dark eyes darker the midnight sky. 

#dark marvel #dark fic #dark steve rogers #dark steve x reader #dark steve x you #steve rogers #steve x you #chris evans x you #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x black!oc #Angelina oc #jane foster #captain america #marvel #rumor has it #dark marvel fic #mini fanfiction #request #dark steve

[northern-passage]

hello!

is it possible to accidentally lock out the potential for a romance by being too much of a dick??? i love lea but i also love the ability to be super antagonistic and bitter and only Slowly getting better, and also my hunter was. kinda a bitch after the wraith fight bc yknow OUCH and needing to lash out, but im a lil worried that lea hates her now even though i know it's still really early. but i also love this kind of really messy antagonistic slowburn dynamic, i'd just wanna know if it's possible to fuck it up too badly this early on and not be able to romance him? (in my game lea is a he that is)

i apologize if this is a question you get a lot, im just worried about trying to dig too deep for an answer in your blog and risk spoilers haha

thank you in advance! i'm already super hooked on this game <333

so at the end of the chapter you'll get a chance to talk to lea one on one, and it's a pretty big scene variation wise (it's the one i'm working on now and it's taking a while) and it will essentially be the final chance to keep yourself from being locked out of the romance, if you've been particularly aggressive.

i'll put this under a break for light spoilers, i'll just explain the current paths that will lock you out but be as vague as possible...

so like i said there are a lot of different versions of this scene - right now though the only way to lock out of lea's romance (at this point) is in the two Most Hostile scenes.

if you go with lea in blackwater, the way you will get it is:

reject their partner offer -> choose the "fuck lea" option at the bakery, which will then lock you out of the flirts in the temple

you won't get to talk about the fight until after lord duncan's intro, and then you'll be presented with a few options of how you want to move forward...

you can tell them you want to talk later

[redacted] (you will not be locked out... yet... but you are at the breaking point)

tell them to fuck off (you WILL be locked out if you choose this option)

say nothing

i'm still writing this scene but this is the outline. as for other variations of the scene (the versions where you went with lea to blackwater), they will vary in hostility depending on your previous choices, but again you can only be locked out in the hostile version. even if you have lashed out a few times, the game otherwise is going to assume you have been making some kind of effort (even if it's flimsy)

if you did not go with lea in blackwater, this scene will be slightly different, and take this with a grain of salt because i haven't outlined this variation yet but to get the lock out choice here you:

fight with lea in camp about going to blackwater -> decline their partner offer -> you will then get a more aggressive choice along with the others, that will essentially be the same as the other lock out choice in the other scene: fuck you, lea

so basically avoid any future choices that have the hunter saying "fuck you, lea" lmfao

all of the ROs have their breaking points, and i'm trying to make it obvious for each of them. there is more than one for most of them, so there is still a chance later down the line you may end up on bad terms, but again i'm doing my best to differentiate them from the rival options and make those choices obnoxiously hostile and cruel.... 😈

#this scene has like an insane number of variables so hope this makes sense LOL #i havent tested anything yet either im crossing my fingers and praying 😌 #lea chen #spoilers #ask

[ahtsumu]

-ˏˋ jjk masterlist ˊˎ-

last updated: 7 of march, 2021

R E Q U E S T S

are CLOSED and taken as suggestions!

K E Y

[ hcs ] headcanons ; [ im ] imagine ; [ sr ] series ; [ ch ] chaptered ; [ msc ] miscellaneous ;

[ r ] requested ; [ ts ] timestamp

☂ angst ; ♡ fluff 

M I S C.  D R A B B L E S  /  H C S

tbd!

G O J O  S A T O R U

[ hcs ] as your boyfriend ♡

[ r-im ] jealous ♡

[ r-hcs ] pining and wooing and flirting ♡ (a lil nsfw)

[ im ] secrets i have held in my heart (are harder to hide than i thought) ♡

synopsis: gojo has a moment of realisation–– and finally acts upon the feelings he’s developed for you. 

[ im ] a sky full of stars (and a heart full of love) ♡

synopsis: your boyfriend wants to show you something.

[ r-hcs ] his type

[ r-hcs ] small intimacies ♡

[ r-hcs ] yo what’s good shawty, your man still around? ♡

[ r-hcs ] with a younger s/o ♡

N A N A M I  K E N TO

[ im ] heaven (is a place on earth with you) ♡ SPOILERS FOR CH. 120

synopsis: [REDACTED].

[ im ] it’s always six o’clock somewhere ♡

synopsis: a glimpse into a day in your life with nanami kento. he comes home to you after a long day of work. sweet words are shared. you talk of the future.

[ ch ] love persevering ♡

synopsis: [REDACTED].

I T A D O R I  Y U U J I

[ im] blessings beyond the grave ♡

synopsis: yuuji itadori pays his grandfather a visit.

G E T O U  S U G U R U

[ r-hcs ] his type

[ hcs ] as your boyfriend ♡

F U S H I G U R O  M E G U M I

[ im ] the first to lose (still wins in the end) ♡

I N U M A K I  T O G E

tbd!

R Y O M E N  S U K U N A

[ r-hcs ] losing his lover to sickness ☂

M U L T I

[ hcs ] you tell them, “you can’t save everyone”

[ hcs ] when he gets injured ♡

[wreckofawriter]

Pulled Apart

~Part 2~ ~Part 3~

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader, Regulus Black x reader, Redacted x reader and Redacted x reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and death, swearing

Summary: Everyone is lost in the world as the man soon to be called the Dark Lord rises to power. Your parents are already ready to give their life along with your own for this man. You spend your seventh year in Hogwarts being pulled apart by the expectations for you and the hope placed in you by your childhood friend Sirius and his closest companions.

A/n: The first part to my seires! I'm going to be posting new parts once a week, there are going to be around 10 of them. I hope you guys enjoy!

    The night was a pitch black, the moon hid from the horrors that had taken the earth behind layers of deep grey clouds. The stars gave no signs as they did every other night, they too were afraid. The wind came in nervous gusts which whipped through the dark robes of the pale wizard as he walked through the silent town. Not one window gave off a warm light, but that was normal in Clovelly, people were never up past midnight. 

    The soft footsteps on cobblestone were far too gentle considering where they were leading. A deafening stomp followed by the scream of broken glass would have been more appropriate. But things were rarely as they were seen. The man -if you could call him that much-  didn’t bother knocking on the small wooden door but instead pulled a wand from his pocket and whispered a spell. The hinges which hadn’t been tended to in years creaked as they parted way for the wizard. He padded into the small entry investigating the photographs which hung on the beige walls. 

    The stairs were carpeted, silencing death’s warnings as he continued with his shrunken, bladeless scythe. The prey he sought was fast asleep, her deep blue eyes closed, unaware they would never re-open. The man didn’t linger in front of her bed for long, he had no intention of looking at the woman’s face for longer than necessary. 

    A gust of wind shook the windows, ruffling the small cat’s dark fur as it watched the windows flash green. Life was taken, yet the world spun on, it always would. Life wasn’t the world’s worry.

    “Black!” You snapped stomping into the red and gold common room. No one was quite sure how you knew the passwords each week but no one dared to ask. 

    The called boy turned his head looking over his shoulder to see you marching towards him. 

    James cringed when he caught the expression on your face, “Good luck man.” he murmured moving from his spot next to Sirius on the couch to the chair across from him. 

    “Hey y/n,” Sirius spoke, plastering a smile onto his thin lips.

    You scoffed in disgust as you placed yourself in front of him, hands on your hips, “Can you possibly keep your dick in your pants for more than a minute?” you scowled and James turned a laugh into a cough behind your back.

    “Wow y/n, I didn’t know you wanted my dick too, but I mean I’m game if y- Mother fucker!” Sirius doubled over in pain clutching his soon to be bruised shin.

    “I told you not to fuck around with any of my friends Black.” You said, “And yet. What do I wake up to but Pearl gushing about how she and the infamous Sirius Black are now dating.”

    Sirius scrunched his nose in disgust, “What no way, Pearl and I are not dating.” 

    “Yeah, no shit!” You yelled smacking him upside the head with the back of your hand.

    The boy moaned, rubbing his head, “Come on y/n.” He whined, “It’s too early to be abused.” 

    “It’s also too early to hear one of your best friend’s heart break but here we are.” You spoke, gesturing wildly around you, “I can’t believe you slept with her.” 

    “I told you not to mess with Pearl, Sirius.” Remus called from the top of the stairs, beginning down towards the scene you had created. 

    “Chime out Moony.” Sirius huffed, “This is none of your business.” 

    You now had your head buried in your hands, mumbling tiredly about Sirius’s absolute stupidity.

    “Pearl is the really nice blonde one right?” James asked behind you and Remus nodded taking the armchair next to him. 

    “She sure was nice in bed,” Sirius grinned. His smirk was wiped away as the toe of your dress shoe connected with his shin again.

    “I swear to Salazar, Black!” You shrieked.

    Remus winced, “We’re on last names?” He whispered to James who nodded.

“She hasn’t called him Sirius yet.”  

    Sirius shrugged, “I told her it was only for one night, I didn’t think it would be an issue.” he explained.

“The issue is they always come to me expecting me to get them a date!” You wailed, “And then I have to break their hearts, you dumbass!”

Sirius pondered this for a moment, “Okay I can see how that would be annoying.”

You let out a sigh, “So you’ll stop sleeping with my friends then.” you questioned eyebrows raised. 

    Sirius frowned pouting, “But your friends are so hot.” 

    You threw your hands up in the air, turning to James and Remus who both shrugged giving you looks of pity. Giving up, you dropped beside Sirius on the couch. 

    “You’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, leaning your head onto his shoulder, blowing at the hair which fell into your eyes.

    “You love me.” He chuckled, glancing down at you in amusement.

    You bit your lip humming, “Do I?” 

    You had always hated cold weather, it didn’t help that your common room seemed to be ten degrees colder than the rest of the castle. It was nice in the summer but the winter was miserable. Goosebumps ripped up your arm as you approached the stone wall that had been submitted to memory by every green-robed student in the school. 

    “Purity.” You mumbled and the stones parted. You never liked Slytherins passwords, you always felt sick to your stomach as you watch some muggle-born speak horrible things against themselves simply to get to bed. Your mother had told you she thought the passwords were nothing short of adequate, fitting the house quite well. You had learned that your mother was usually wrong. 

    As you entered the room your eyes wandered to a group of students you knew a bit too well. The rest of the common room was empty as it always was when your meetings -or hangouts as most of the group called them- took place. 

Lucious turned towards you with a sneer. “Where were you y/l/n?” He snapped, voice icy as his eyes. “You’re late.”

    “None of your business Malfoy.” You replied, “You’re not my mother.”

    “He kinda looks like her.” Avery laughed behind the blonde.

    You cracked a grin, “Don’t insult my mother like that, even her nose isn’t that big.” 

    Malfoy scoffed as you placed yourself next to Avery, who always seemed a bit too close. The Black sisters glanced up at you, Narssicia with a soft smile and Bellatrix with a frown of disgust, you didn’t take it personally. 

    “She’s obviously been with our dreadful cousin.” The curly-haired girl spat.

    You rolled your eyes with a sigh, “Where is Regulus anyway?” you mumbled hoping to move the conversation away from your whereabouts. 

    “He said he was going to be here in a few minutes,” Narssicia answered, her eyes returning to the book in her lap. 

    You nodded nervously picking at the dark polish on your nails. You hated these meetings, they made your stomach twist in knots and your heart hammer too quickly in your chest. Despite the often joking nature of the students, you each knew the other would take your life if given the order. It caused your anxiety to spike and eyes to flirt dangerously form person to person. 

    Your gaze lingered on Snape, the newest member of your little club. His hair was plastered down onto his pale face, lips a thin pink which seemed to be bitten raw. He felt your stare and glanced up in a silent challenge.  You thanked Regulus for his timing as the common room’s door slid open.  

    He nodded at the few greetings he received apologizing for his tardiness and taking a seat next to you. Your heartbeat immediately calmed, the younger Blacks presence did wonders for the terrifying thoughts that clouded your head as you stared down the future murders your parents had pushed you to be friends with. 

    You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards the boy, he never seemed to mind. 

    Bellatrix mumbled a concealing spell and the meeting began. 

    “So any new tasks this week?” Mcruber asked, far too excited to get something terrible done.

    “Not for a while actually,” Malfoy grunted and you felt momentary ecstasy. “The old bat that runs this place knows something is up. Apparently he started his own group of fifthly mudbloods.” 

    Your stomach tightened.

    “I don’t buy it.” The elder Black sister scoffed leaning back on the couch.  

    “It doesn’t matter whether you buy it or not, Bella.” Regulus drawled, rolling his eyes at his older cousin.

    “We are supposed to lay low for a bit,” Lucious explained ignoring Bellatrix who made faces at her younger cousin, “My father suggested we find a different place to meet as well, this is open.” 

    The others nodded in agreement. 

    “So we are just supposed to sit here?” Avery asked, his voice holding a hint of a whine.

    “Sounds like it.” Snape murmured, glancing around the table, his gaze landing on you and staying there for far too long. 

    You felt Regulus stiffen beside you. You looked up at the boy to see him staring straight back at the half-blood who eventually caved. Severus didn’t trust you. You knew that and so did everyone else seated around you. You just prayed that everyone would continue to consider him paranoid as they currently were. Most of them didn’t trust the half-blood himself, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he broke through their walls. 

    The meeting only lasted another ten minutes filled with useless questions being answered as you slowly inched closer and closer to Regulus, Snape’s stares becoming downright frightening as his eyes stayed locked on your form. It didn’t help that Avery had tried to throw his arm around your shoulder twice now. You felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage.

    The third time you had to push the blonde-haired boy’s arm from your shoulders Regulus stood from his seat silencing the conversation that Lucious and Narssica had been having. 

    “She’s obviously not interested, so back off.” He growled, his fists tightening at his side. 

    Avery was taken aback by the actions of the usually quiet male, he opened his mouth to speak, shutting it quickly when he caught the glare you pointed at him. A sly smirk took his visage and he pulled up his arms in surrender, “My bad, I didn’t know she was taken.” 

    You scoffed, a snarl finding your face, “I’m not into you because you’re a disgusting pig, not because I’m dating someone else.” 

    His face grew red, anger darkening his bright eyes,  “What did you just say to me bitch?” he leaped to his feet leaning towards you. You heard Narcissa gasp. 

    Regulus pushed the other boy squarely in the shoulders, sending him back into the couch which you had stood from, backing away quickly.

    “Don’t speak to her that way.” Regulus hissed, one of his hands gripping Avery’s face roughly as he kneeled on his thigh with one leg.

    Mcruber snatched Regulus’s arms pulling him away from the other boy with a warning glance. You heard Bellatrix laughing behind you, her shriek only worsening your mood. 

    “Let’s calm down guys, no need to kill each other,” Mcruiber spoke a palm to each male’s chest, standing between them.

    “You best watch it Black.” Avery spat before shoving Mcriber away from him and storming up the stairs and slamming the door to his dorm room. 

    Regulus dropped his shoulders with a huff and glanced towards you in a soundless question.

    You nodded, Bellatrix still cackling over your shoulder.

    “So protective Reggy.” She giggled.

    Your eyes turned in their sockets, “Shut up Bella.” You glanced at Regulus who had turned away from you, sitting back down on the couch. You made you way next to him hearing Mcrubier cough awkwardly. 

    Snape stood himself, gathering a few books which were set on the dark coffee table in front of him, “If we’re done, I’m leaving.”

    He was only met with nods before he turned on his heel and made towards the common room exit.

    “This makes things easier anyway, considering they weren’t invited.” Mcruiber chuckled reaching for his bag and pulling out a stack of heavy envelopes.

As he distributed the parchment you leaned into the youngest Black, “Thanks Reg.” your voice was a sweet whisper.

The boy only nodded stiffly before you backed away from him to accept the invitation from Mcruiber. You peeled open the wax not surprised to see almost illegible thin cursive writing announcing a ball two weeks from the next day. 

“You’re supposed to bring a date.” Mcruiber huffed, clearly not a fan of the idea, “They have to be respectful to the setting of course.” He didn’t need to elaborate, you all knew what he meant. “Some families from France, Bulgaria, and Germany will be there as well.” 

You nodded along with everyone else, eyes scanning the guest list on the back catching your family’s name along with four dozen others. 

“It’s over Christmas break so if any of you are staying here then you would want to arrange something with your parents.” The brunette explained finishing his rounds and settling into his original seat. 

You felt a familiar sense of dread fill you at a mention of the approaching break, ignoring the painful pressure on your chest you got to your feet bringing your hand through your hair, “I’m heading up to bed.” You stated, “I need a nap.” 

A murmur of goodbyes met your ears as you turned to leave. Just as your foot met the first step leading towards the girls dorm a call pulled you back.  

“What’s up Reg?’ You asked looking up at the younger boy.

He paused, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, “You know what, it’s not important.” he muttered.

You frowned, “Alright. I’ll see you later”

He nodded, “Yeah, see you.” 

    You continued up the stairs, hoping sleep would wipe away the bitterness of the gathering you had just taken part in, unaware of the set of eyes that followed you until you slipped out of their view. 

    You let the meeting slip from your head, the words exchanged in its secrecy did nothing but trouble you. You successfully distracted yourself for three days. Tests and essays made the job easy as you plunged headfirst into the deep waters of education. The last thing you wanted was to face your mother in two weeks’ time with inadequate grades, she would have your head. You found your classes easy enough, it felt good to be like everyone else for a few moments, you were just another kid stressing over Transfiguration notes and procrastinating with your friends. It was easy to forget you were anything but another kid. 

    The normalness you had grown to love was ripped away from you in one cruel movement. 

    It was late at night, the windows creaking from heavy snowfall and harsh winds. You and a few others were pushed from the library where you had taken sanctuary with a thick book under your arm. 

You headed towards the dungeons alone, the castle practically empty from the rapidly approaching curfew. Your hurried steps were cut short when a cat cut in front of you. It wasn't the raggeded Mrs. Norris you were accustomed to. Instead, you were greeted with a brown tabby, its fur neat and trimmed as it gave you an oddly familiar pointed look.

You frowned, you knew this cat. Your mind reeled as you tried to remember its origin. You gasped as the memory snapped into place, “Professor?” 

The cat nodded confirming your suspicion before trotting off towards the east wing. She paused turning to look back at you. 

Catching the message you picked up your pace to follow the disguised teacher. The halls were silent save the murmur of portraits and the occasional wisp of a ghost. You didn’t dare speak unsure of what was happening as you trailed through the castle until you stood in front of a massive gargoyle, its teeth bared at you in a warning. 

You blink owlishly before turning back to the cat which was no longer a cat. Your professor stood in front of you, but she didn’t meet your questioning eyes only muttering a password under her breath before commanding you forwards into the now opening stairwell.

    You started to climb the stone steps only for them to rotate upwards startling you into gripping the wall to your left. 

    Your anxiety had spiked into a near attack. You knew where this staircase led and you knew who was waiting for you. It was the matter of what he was going to say that caused your heart to rush in your chest. 

    The slow spiral upwards had stopped and you were opened to a circular room decorated in mumbling portraits and strange-looking artifacts. 

    “Ah, Ms. y/l/n.” 

    You pulled your eyes away from a set of strange silver instruments to meet your headmaster’s eyes. 

    “I’m assuming you are wondering what you are doing here at this ungodly hour.” He chuckled.

    You glanced at your watch, it was only ten-thirty. You nodded anyway, “Am I in trouble professor?” you asked, trying not to sound as anxious as you felt. 

    He laughed again, something you found irritating as you tried not to shake in panic, “Of course not.” 

    You wondered how that was so obvious considering the circumstances.

    “But I am afraid I am going to have to ask you for a favor.” The humor had dropped from his voice and you gulped, pressing your hands which were slick with sweat together.

    The elderly man motioned for you to take a seat in front of his desk. You did so carefully, your eyes darting around you the way they were taught to when you didn’t know what was going on.

    There was a breath of silence as Dumbledore peered at you over his half-moon spectacles, the portraits had stopped their conversations, and the strange ticking you had been exposed to when first entering had halted. 

    “I would like us to come to an agreement not to lie to each other in this conversation y/n.” He spoke pointedly, your given name sounding strange on his lips.

    You nodded numbly, deciding immediately not to follow through with that accord.

    He paused for a moment too long, a somber look taking his worn features, “I assume you have heard of the man who is calling himself Voldemort.” 

    Your eyes widened, you fought a wince, “Yes I have.” you managed to croak. Your throat felt abnormally dry.

    “You also know of his large and growing number of followers don’t you?” He inquired.

    You felt your back go stiff, “Yes sir.”

    He licked his lips leaning back in his chair, “And we both know your family is apart of that following.”

    You felt yoru breath lodge in your throat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, professor.” you spoke so cleanly, you surprised yourself.

    He glared down at you, “I thought we agreed not to lie.”

    “I’m not lying, sir.” You respond like a well-trained dog.

    He sighed, “Minerva was right, you are going to be hard to break.”

    You did reply, your face stone, unmoving as you stared deep into midnight blue eyes.

    He broke the held eye contact leaning back in his chair slightly, “Y/n, what is your relationship with Sirius Black.”

    You furrowed your brows, “What does Sirius have to do with any of this?” 

“Sirius has everything to do with this.” 

You hesitated a moment, “We’re friends. We have been since we were young.”

“Yes, you have.” He mumbled, “And what about James Potter?”

This question only confused you more, “I’m sorry sir, if you were just going to ask me about my relationship with a list of boys I will be getting to bed.”

Dumbledore laughed loudly, the tension in the room dispersing as he mentioned for you to sit back in the seat you had risen from, “I’m offtly sorry y/n, this must all be very confusing, I suppose I should get to the point.”

“I agree.” you bit back.

His smile once again dropped, “I have started a group, an organization of sorts to help combat the actions and supporters of Lord Voldemort.” 

You felt the color drain from your face.

“I brought you here today to ask if you would be willing to join us.” 

Your head spun, your fingers instinctively found the skin of your forearm and pinched it to keep you in reality, “I-I’m sorry, what?” the confusion read very clearly in your tone.

“We would like you to join. Sirius fought very hard for us to offer you a spot, James seconded him and Remus was his third.” The headmaster explained, “They all believe that you would be a useful asset on our team.”

Your mouth dropped slightly and you blinked rapidly, “I’m sorry, I don’t think you understand what your asking me.”

“I am very sure I do. I was wondering if you understood.” The man said with raised eyebrows. 

You licked your lips trying to organize your thoughts, “So you want me- a pureblood Slytherin- to join your anti-dark lord group?” You were very aware of the fact that you may have given up your position as a supporter, but you were too baffled to care.

“We would be asking you to be a spy.” He confirmed, “Relay information about the other side for us.” 

And finally, you understood, it all came at you in a rush of dead leaves. A spy. You would be a two-faced snitch for them. An uncertain rage filled you, “You know what, I don’t think you do understand what you’re asking me.” you hissed at the man, “Because what you just asked me to do was to throw away my life.” Your voice was venom, but the man stood unmoved. 

“I do realize that.” He spoke calmly.

“You don’t” you snarled, “Because if you did then you wouldn’t be asking.” 

You stood to leave but was stopped in your tracks when a small boy appeared in front of you. He was a wisp of smoke, his dark hair a mess, grey eyes rimmed in red, heavy tears sliding down his plump cheeks as he cradled his hand close to his chest. 

You turned back to your professor, anger bubbling in your chest, “How dare you.” you sneered your own wand out in a flash.

“Sirius told me to use it.” He replied bluntly, “He told me you would agree. But that you would need a push. I know I’m asking too much of you, but you are needed y/n. The Order needs you.” 

You stood too still, your feet feeling like they were planted into cement, you had already known the answer the second he he asked, you had known it the moment you had stepped into this office. 

“Do you agree to join us y/n?” 

You felt numb, “I agree.”

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[marshalortegamoved]

Hello!! Its the fhr anon here again, apologies for spamming your inbox please feel free to ignore me ahaha. I just wanted to say thank you for blessing me with your essay, so many interesting points (like omg I totally forgot that the initial cafe scene was the puppets hangout initially...making all those scenes with the puppet and ortega seem a lot more sus...I (or my sidestep, technically) felt guilty flirting with ortega in the puppets body but I'm not convinced that ortega the unsuspecting innocent mark they appear to be) but anyway I just wanted to say I just replayed on heralds route (well herald and ortega actually because goddammit I cannot resist the pull of ortegas route no matter how hard I try, side note: can you tell I'm avoiding all uni work and responsibility atm) and Oh. My. God. I did not expect to love it and get as emotional as I did. (Spoilers for retribution and heralds route follow sorry) but the reveal!!! And heralds reaction!!! His speech legitimately made me cry, and the whole adoring fan/tired ex-hero dynamic is so funny and sweet I am in love...and I can't stop thinking about ortegas reaction to That reveal...I'm also very suspicious about the fact that you cannot tell ortega the truth at any point like you can wirh herald, even if you do sleep with them, which is making me think there are some big plot lines in the future regarding how and when ortega finds out and their possible reaction...do you think the big reveals will be linked? And will how villainous you are also impact their reaction to the other reveal? Much to think about, I am once again about to spend my evening dreaming about chargestep, thank you again for indulging my silly little asks, I hope you're having a wonderful day 💕

Hello again! I hope you're having a fantastic day! <3 don't apologize at all!

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Herald's an interesting character, and I'm very... eyes wide open to see how he develops around Sidestep (and beyond Sidestep, I think.) His romance is very sweet, although I'm anticipating it having a lot more twists than we think, especially as more things come out. He's the kind of character who's easy to miss, in the sense that I think he's got some VERY interesting developments on the horizon as Sidestep gets to know him better (and given how Sidestep is his past hero... them turning out to be the villain that at the very least humiliated him on live television... should be interesting!)

But yes, I think the fact that you can't tell Ortega you're a [REDACTED] even if you can tell Herald and other characters is VERY pointed. Not only for future plot purposes, but the dynamic between Ortega and Sidestep is sooooo different from their dynamic with any of the other characters. Argent, Mortum, and Herald are all "brand new" for lack of a better word, and so many of Chargestep's issues and miscommunication are linked back to Sidestep not being able to tell Ortega... a lot, out of fear of Ortega's reaction, out of fear for their own safety, etc. -- anyways! Yes, definitely think the reactions to the Multiple Reveals will depend on what information comes out when, and how you do it, and I'm so so excited to see how it goes down. Ortega's willing to put up with a lot so far, but they have a limit somewhere, and I'm living in Terrified Excitement of what happens when Sidestep hits that limit. Thank you for the lovely messages, and have a lovely day! <3 <3 <3

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[violetmuses]

Grey || Chapter 7

Dedications: @punemy-spotted @mymagicsuitcase @mypoisonedvine @clints-lucky-arrow

2023

Helmut Zemo

It was easier to “leave” my imprisonment the second time around. Ozenik knew exactly where I had been asked to go, already stationed near my jet once again for us to depart. Yet, at least I could enter this flight without donning the prison suit.

Soon after boarding, I noticed Dionne once more, sitting in my leathered chair as if she owned this aircraft, rather than me. She perched, crossing both legs and scrolling through her phone. Here, she chose to wear another pantsuit, but sported more makeup than I’d seen during our last encounter. Dark shades accented her face, showing dominance. Across the aisle, Sharon Carter watched along in silence.

However, I knew that our dynamics changed now. The previous phone call warned me before, showing off the reality of my newest situation: without Dionne or Sharon, I would rot in a cell once more, with little chance of ever leaving, if at all.

“Sit across from Sharon.” Dionne whispered after realizing my presence. I nodded quietly, only gesturing towards Sharon as we greeted with brief waves. We could only share what was allowed here. Although few could control me, I’d learned from my experience with Sam and James that sometimes, compliance meant survival.

Sharon rose from her seat and leaned in towards Dionne, whispering vaguely while discussing and viewing allegedly illicit goods on that cell phone. From what I understood, Dionne used her resources to smuggle prototype weapons and even found otherwise redacted federal details that could benefit Sharon in the future.

“Thank you.” Sharon smiled, nodding towards Dionne as if these women had discovered buried treasure like pirates. Despite my emotion of feeling impressed, I sat back, watching Dionne close out several tabs on her phone to seem innocent.

“Would you care to explain why I am here?” I asserted myself without shouting, still acknowledging my own placement on this aircraft and during this new set of circumstances between us all.

“Would you rather spend the rest of your days rotting in prison, actually for good this time around?” It was not long before Dionne lowered her voice without making eye contact with me.

“Of course not, but…” I trailed off, viewing the manner in which her right hand metaphorically swatted my voice into silence. I soon remembered that same gesture, venturing back to the blissful era of when she was mine, and mine alone.

“As long as you’re around me, following the rules, I won’t change my mind about either one of you unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Dionne warned me, but also glanced towards Sharon, heeding the strength that she still held over both of us.

I silenced myself once more, just glancing out of one small and vertical window.

_________

That villa, our destination found not far away from the shoreline, had soon towered in glory, just from the vantage of my rear window. My dark town car, driven by Ozenik, did not inch forward twice before this vehicle could even park onto one smoothed driveway. I still kept my eyes alert, watching in the name of additional surveillance or security, despite its picturesque background located right here.

Earlier, the gated community had already supplied itself with passcodes and bilingual-uniformed watch dogs, all before we even reached the borderline estate that Dionne called home. Some men insisted, much to my chagrin, that flirting with Dionne at the gate would soon guarantee raises or other advantages. I fumed.

After finally exiting the town car, I stood up straight, squinting through the brightness of summer time light that still made its appearance right here on the coast. Saltine air then wafted towards both of my nostrils, hammering the beachfront landscape of this neighborhood and its stunning and colorful homes.

One more sedan pulled up moments later and Sharon departed with Dionne in the lead. As Sharon and I obediently followed Dionne using this single-file approach, I simply waited for instructions, not allowing myself to speak unless addressed first. The previous flight, as had the earlier phone call, had warned me so. All over again.

“Don’t look so surprised.” Dionne glanced over her left shoulder to notice that Sharon and I looked impressed. Not that Dionne couldn’t afford to live here, but it was a miracle that The Snap or its subsequent Blip hadn’t even ruined the exterior.

We shook ourselves out of that trance. Even Sharon focused once more, clicking her heels closer to the villa. Before I could follow the same direction, I noticed that Dionne tossed something mid-air. I could not tell which hand she utilized, however.

I caught the item before it could reach the pavement, soon realizing that I’d palmed this set of keys. Golden keys reached my possession, rather than heading to Sharon Carter. Questions lined my thoughts, but it still was not my place to ask.

“Extra set of house keys.” Dionne said, only watching me over her shoulder this time. It was as if Sharon had not joined us on this venture. It took all in me not to smile or begin recalling the past, when we planned on living together one day.

At the time, we were still young, but had both already graduated from university. Sitting on my mother's balcony, Dionne sipped her favorite, Moscato, eyeing me across the patio table with peace and love that rested within those amazing brown eyes.

“If you could live out the rest of your days with me, where would we go?” she set down the wine glass and took both of my palms, smiling.

“Spain, of course.” I answered, whispering to give her both sly and romantic undertones.

“I thought you’d say Sokovia or Germany.” Dionne scrunched up her beautiful face, trying to comprehend.

“Quite a fair inference, but you are wrong, my love.” I gently corrected her, planning to explain.

Just when Dionne gestured for me to describe this truth, my father stood in the archway, eyeing us with silent warnings.

Decades later, I still could not figure out what those warnings had meant before Ultron had taken my family away.

___________

Interior spacing of the shoreline abode had looked as extravagant as outdoors. This open layout would soothe anxious, claustrophobic visitors. Both lively colors and elegant decor seen around reminded me of the past. Her signature aligned into the home when artwork lined every wall. I had seen Van Gough, Basquiat, and more.

Even luxurious resorts had not reached this standard of beauty. Only the best seemed to perch for the woman who led us. Ahead of me, Sharon and Dionne kept up another conversation, but Dionne mostly pointed to our rooms for the stay.

As Sharon headed toward the staircase with luggage, I was finally alone with Dionne, standing while Ozenik and other employees of mine reached my designated room, also found upstairs. I still held those house keys, almost clutching them now.

“There’s plenty of books on the shelf in your room.” Dionne mumbled the words as if hiding another secret, but I still knew better.

“Thank you.” I said. Meanwhile, here was Dionne’s way of her keeping me quiet and moving me away from public view.

“You’re welcome. I have guests coming tonight, by the way.” Dionne responded soon after, walking past me to head upstairs on her own.

If anyone recognized me, individuals could tell the Wakandans that I had escaped imprisonment once more.

_____________

Magnates gathered to join Dionne on a yacht anchored just beyond my window. Sharon was tasked with hosting a veiled auction. Not only would contraband be sold to the highest bidders, but global secrets were already encrypted onto flash drives.

My burner phone buzzed on the bedside table moments later, signaling a text message from Sharon:

Carter: I just finished hosting the auction. This is still too good to be true. What do you think?

Zemo: It’s all quite odd, but aren’t you the Power Broker anyway?

Carter: That’s what the world believes. Maybe, maybe not.

Zemo: Who is the Power Broker, truly?

Carter: I can’t tell you the truth, at least not yet.

Zemo: Fine.

I turned away from my phone and stubbornly returned to reading, hoping that possibilities wouldn’t frighten me during this late hour.

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[theastrophilearchitect]

Skyward spoiler-free review.

Skyward by Brandon Sanderson, full rant review, in blog form. Not that it's that long; it was just too long to stick in a wrap-up.

Well, damn.

I mentioned in a recent reads post that I'd read this and had so much to say I was planning a full review, but God only knows whether that or this will be up first, so if it's this one, hi! I read this book.

I'm planning to make this spoiler-free, but if the title of this post doesn't say spoiler-free, it means I'm going to start with a spoiler-free section, then move into spoilers, so if you haven't read this book, don't worry (yet).

Skyward takes place in a (technically dystopian) future in which the remains of humanity upon the Defiant spaceship have crash-landed on the planet Detritus after persecution by the alien race of the Krell. Fast forward several decades, and the Battle of Alta takes place, which allows humanity to drive the Krell back far enough to come together again, and return to the surface. Fast forward a little further, and our story follows teenage Spensa Nightshade, who wants nothing more than to become a pilot and prove both herself and her father, the coward of the Battle of Alta. Then she finds a ship in a cavern - it's broken down, but well beyond any technology humanity has, but fixable. And it speaks.

This book is so well-developed, but that's the basic premise.

So, the story opens, and Spensa gets into flight school. Obviously. The first three hundred fifty pages or so, we're basically just being introduced to a seemingly unnecessary number of characters (which does become less character-soupy as the story continued) and Spensa learns pilot stuff.

In all honesty, it did, even by the end, feel like a few too many characters. For example, Spensa's best friend, Rig, seems unnecessary. His role is as the smart mechanic-guy, and he's fun, but I just don't see why Spensa couldn't be the mechanic. It would've given her a more interesting personality, and just cleaned up our cast of characters.

SPEAKING of Spensa:

'I was Defiant.' What you are, Spensa, is annoying.

At the beginning, Spensa Nightshade is basically your typical I'm-not-like-other-girls. She's smart-mouthed--obnoxiously so--and not pretty, and doesn't fit in, and she's oblivious to flirting. Then, you know, character arcs, and I hate her slightly less by the end of it.

Now. Let's talk romance.

This book has no definitive romance arc, but, as a YA sci-fi, I was expecting it to, so spent the whole book speculating about who was going to be the love interest (and ultimately got it right). The fact Spensa was established with a male best friend worried me we were walking on love triangle-territory, but we weren't, at least so far in this series. Though no romance actually happens in this book, it does set up the obvious romance arc-to-come, and quite well.

Spensa is, however, one oblivious bitch. Like I said before, she's oblivious to flirting. Granted, this flirting doesn't come from the character who is destined to be her love interest (it would be really embarrassing if after the whole series is released and I've read all the books, I look back at this and find out I was wrong). But by God she is dumb.

Towards the end of the book, she makes a couple of comments in the narrative, 'Why was I thinking about [REDACTED]?' and I'm sat here, reading this, like, GEE, I WONDER.

On the plus side, dumb bitches are fun. Unless they're Spensa Nightshade.

I think I love to hate this protagonist.

Ultimately, my issue with this book was the pacing. It's clearly the set-up for a much bigger series (intended to be four books long, as of 12/03/2021) (That's March 12th, not December 3rd), and does so effectively, but so little that happens before we really start to build to the climax is interesting, and most of this book fell flat. Were it anyone other than Sanderson, I probably would have DNFed it, but I didn't, and now I can't stop thinking about it.

Next up on my tbr is the enormous House of Earth and Blood (aka Crescent City) by Sarah J Maas. I'm not 1000% sure now is the best time for me to be reading a 240K word book, but I'm getting FOMO about this book. After that, I'm delving straight into Skyward's sequel, Starsight, which came out last November. The downside of which is, of course, that I will have to wait until this November for Nowhere. The titles of both those sequels make so much more sense now.

So, if you're debating, should you read Skyward? Absolutely. Assuming Starsight lives up to my expectations. If you're somebody who can't bear annoying protagonists or basically a three hundred-page training montage, it may not be for you, but if you are, like me, a sci-fi/fantasy superfan who loves to hate the pain authors wring upon us, you'll love it. Or at least get pumped up for Starsight.

It would be very disappointing if I look back on this and don't like Starsight.

Great. Now I've worried myself. Good night.

Retrospective from myself a few weeks later: I loved Starsight. So Skyward was absolutely worth it.

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[jiminfms]

         *  hi  ,  my  name’s  tee  and  this  ain’t  a  waist  trainer  bitch  ,  this  a  back  brace  i  got  scoliosis  .  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨  ,  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬   ( finally  )  !  i  prefer  either  feminine  or  non - binary  pronouns  ,  and  i  reside  in  the  est  time  zone !  it  has  taken  me  so  long  to  formally  write  and  i  highkey  hate  it  because  i  lost  muse  for  my  queen  miss  giavanna  ,  so  i  decided  to  bring  another  muse  instead  of  leaving  because  honestly  ...  i  love  ya’ll  🥺 .  the  way  i  love  miss  jennie  kim  is  more  than  i  wanna  admit  ,  so  let  me  introduce  you  guys  to  the  tiny  ball  of  aggression  that  is  jimin  jung !

          omg  !  i  was  walking  yonge  street  downtown  ,  and  you’ll  never  guess  who  i  saw  .  jimin  jung  !  i  just  saw  a  post  about  them  on  sixsecrets ! i  think  it  said  something  like  ' jimin  jung  physically  restrained  by  security  guards  following  a  verbal  argument  with  fellow  customer  at  drake  one  fifty ! ' .  isn’t  that  wild  ?  i  guess  it  makes  sense  though  ,  since  they’re  apparently  antagonistic  and  bellicose  .  but  i’ve  heard  they’re  also  sultry  and  voguish  ! i’ll  just  stick  to  giving  them  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  .  i  mean  ,  it’s  not  like  i  know  them  personally  —  they’re  a  famous  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  ! you  know  ,  i’ve  actually  heard  rumors  that  redacted  ,  but  they’re  just  rumors  …  i  think  .  i  dunno  .  if  you  happen  to  run  into  them  ,  tell  them  i’m  their  biggest  fan !

FULL  NAME  :  jung  jimin  .

NICKNAME(S) :  n/a  .

AGE  +  DATE  OF  BIRTH :  24  +  june  10th  ,  1996  .

ASTROLOGICAL  SIGN  :  gemini  .

MEYERS - BRIGGS  PERSONALITY  TYPE :  entj  .

MORAL  ALIGNMENT :  chaotic  neutral  .

GENDER  +  PRONOUNS  :  cis  female  +  she / her / hers  .

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  bisexual  .

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  biromantic  .

PLACE  OF  BIRTH :  kensington  ,  london  ,  england  .

PLACE  OF  RESIDENCE  :  toronto  ,  ontario  ,  canada ( specifically  ,  in  the  neighborhood  of  forest  hill ) .

OCCUPATION  :  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  .

VOICECLAIM  :  dua  lipa  .

NATIONALITY  :  british  -  korean  .

ETHNICITY  :  korean  .

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN  :  english  ,  korean  ,  and  japanese  .

i.  prosopography  .

            jimin’s  story  begins  with  the  fateful  meeting  of  her  parents  ,  kim  seo - yeon  and  jung  do - young  ,  on  a  cold  winter’s  day  .  they  found  themselves  at  the  tender  ages  of  20  and  22  ,  attending  a  boring  christmas  gala  with  their  parents  when  they  would  have  preferred  to  do  anything  else  in  the  world  .  seo - yeon  was  a  women  who  knew  what  she  wanted  the  moment  her  eyes  landed  upon  it  ,  so  when  she  made  brief  eye  contact  with  do - young  ,  she  purposefully  spilled  a  glass  of  champagne  onto  his  expensive  tom  ford  suit  and  made  a  big  deal  of  it  .  this  sparked  their  whirlwind  romance  ,  and  six  months  later  they  found  themselves  announcing  their  engagement  to  korean  media  outlets  .

           despite  how  quickly  they  were  engaged  ,  their  parents  saw  this  as  mutually  beneficial  .  seo - yeon  is  the  youngest  daughter  of  the  wealthy  kim  family  ,  owners  of  the  kq  group  conglomerate  that  was  worth  billions  in  its  own  right  .  do - young  was  the  only  child  of  his  parents  ,  and  came  from  park  family  lineage  where  their  hotels  and  resorts  were  the  cause  of  their  fortune  .  the  families  were  soon  to  be  one  ,  and  the  couple  was  the  chaebol  heirs  that  others  envied  .  following  their  lavish  wedding  ,  seo - yeon  and  do - young  decided  that  they  were  going  to  head  off  to  london  to  make  a  life  for  themselves  .  so  ,  they  transferred  to  oxford  university  ,  finished  their  schooling  ,  and  shortly  after  seo - yeon’s  graduation  from  the  financial  economics  program  ,  the  couple  discovered  that  they  were  expecting  .

          it  was  a  sticky  summer  day  when  seo - yeon  unexpectedly  gave  birth  to  their  daughter  ,  who  decided  not  to  allow  her  parents  time  to  get  to  the  hospital  .  jimin  was  born  in  the  bathtub  of  her  parents’  luxury  bathroom  ,  and  right  into  the  arms  of  her  slightly  panicked  but  overjoyed  father  .  from  the  time  that  she  was  a  toddler  ,  araminta  was  a  very  precocious  child  ,  picking  up  on  skills  quite  quickly  and  speaking  in  few  short  sentences  by  the  time  she  was  eleven  months  old  .  as  she  grew  older  ,  jimin’s  parents  remained  hands  on  despite  their  busy  schedules  ,  and  decided  that  they  would  see  what  their  daughter  would  have  the  most  interest  in  .  when  she  was  four  ,  her  parents  began  piano  lessons  ,  and  it  was  evident  that  she  had  a  natural  gift  for  the  instrument  .

            life  for  jimin  had  always  been  comfortable  ,  but  she  didn’t  want  to  take  the  usual  route  ,  or  what  was  expected  of  her  .  she  had  always  been  interested  in  music  ,  so  she  she  originally  started  with  taking  dance  classes  .  she  trained  in  all  forms  of  dance  in  order  to  be  well  rounded  ,  and  she  initially  had  dreams  of  becoming  a  backup  dancer  ,  but  when  she  was  playing  around  and  decided  to  make  a  video  singing  a  song  that  she  had  written  all  on  her  own  ,  jimin  became  an  overnight  sensation  .  her  song  ,  hotter  than  hell  ,  blew  up  almost  instantly  and  she  was  signed  to  warner  music  group  .  

            i’ve  written  enough  VCJNXVBHCV  but  her  career  has  followed  the  timeline  of  dua’s  ,  although  it’s  slightly  off  by  maybe  the  month  or  the  year  .   she  has  won  a  total  of  forty - two  awards  in  her  career  ,  including  two  grammy  awards  and  three  brit  awards  .  although  miss  dua  got  a  lil  clowned  for  her  dancing  at  one  point  ,  i  must  say  that  jimin  is  quite  the  performer  ,  and  definitely  makes  use  of  the  stages  by  recreating  music  videos  or  simply  giving  the  audience  an  experience  .  she  has  not  released  future  nostalgia  as  of  yet  ,  but  it’s  what  she’s  currently  working  towards  !  through  her  career  ,  she  is  known  by  her  mononym  jimin  !

ii.  temperament  .

jimin  is  a  real  bitch  ,  but  she  doesn’t  go  out  of  her  way  to  ‘  out  bitch  ’  someone  because  she  finds  it  to  be  kinda  dumb  .  she’s  primarily  looking  to  have  fun  ,  and  no  one  is  about  to  be  bitchy  around  her  without  getting  snatched  up  .

she  parties  like  she  just  turned  twenty - one  and  dares  someone  to  say  something  about  it  !  invite  her  to  the  club  and  she’s  coming  without  a  second  thought  .  she’s  the  friend  who  will  make  plans  and  will  get  a  little  sad  when  people  cancel  on  her  ,  but  she’s  still  going  to  find  a  way  to  enjoy  herself  .

does  not  take  authority  seriously  and  she  can  be  seen  making  a  jerking  off  motion  whenever  someone  kisses  up  to  those  of  authority  .  talks  shit  ,  but  backs  it  up  because  if  you’re  bold  enough  to  talk  shit  you  might  get  hit  ,  right  ?  

she’s  a  sultry  bitch  and  she  loves  it  .  give  her  the  chance  and  she’ll  flirt  with  a  tree  ,  she’ll  flirt  with  a  plant  ,  and  she  might  flirt  with  your  significant  other  .  she  can  get  kinda  lewd  and  will  say  something  really  off - beat  ,  and  honestly  shut  her  up  if  you  do  .

the  epitome  of  a  gen - z  /  millennial  line  straddler  as  she  can’t  walk  past  a  mirror  without  taking  pictures  of  herself  .  sickeningly  vain  as  she  takes  pictures  at  any  chance  she  can  like  after  getting  her  hair  and  makeup  done  or  even  when  she’s  out  and  about  shopping  .    

iii. headcanons  .

jimin  is  quite  chaotic  and  she  does  not  hold  back  from  it !  she’s  a  pot  stirrer  ,  and  she’ll  watch  everything  unfold  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  one  to  start  the  problems  in  the  first  place  .  not  afraid  to  spread  a  rumor  or  putting  a  trolling  instagram  comment  on  one  of  her  posts  on  blast .  she  likes  to  be  petty  ,  but  she  can  back  it  up  ( but  it’s  NOT  fat  enough  😔 )  .  

her  style  is  vastly  different  than  what’s  expected  .  on  stage  ,  i  would  think  her  style  is  something  akin  to  kpop  stage  outfits  ,  but  not  necessarily  as  tame  .  she’s  not  afraid  to  show  skin  so  there’s  a  lot  of  embellished  leotards  and  heels  ,  dramatic  eye  makeup  and  perfectly  styled  hair  .  off  stage  ,  she  likes  a  relaxed  but  high - end  style  .  lots  of  denim  ,  lots  of  black  ,  loves  oversized  pieces  ,  but  she  loves  to  follow  trends  where  she  can  .

loves  to  yoga  ,  pilates  ,  and  anything  else  that  doesn’t  involve  having  to  go  to  an  actual  gym  .  she  especially love aerial  yoga  as  it  keeps  her  flexible  as  a  dancer  .

miss  jennie  didn’t  let  us  enjoy  it  long  enough  ,  but  jimin’s  hair  is  canon  to  jennie’s  blonde  pieces  ! she’ll  switch  up  the  color  every  so  often  with  temporary  dyes  ,  but  other  than  that  ,  it’s  usually  always  blonde  !

she  doesn’t  drink  st*rbucks  so  don’t  ask  her  to  go  ,  and  she  especially  doesn’t  go  because  she  likes  very  simple  coffee  drinks  .

iv.  wanted  connections  .

give  me  everything  ,  please  !  i’d  love  some  of  the  basics  like  former  friends  ,  best  friends  ,  industry  rivals  ,  friends  with  benefits  ,  confidant(s)  ,  frenemies  ,  good / bad  influences  ,  one  night  stand(s)  ,  enemies  with  benefits  ,  or  a  current  or  ex  fling  !

because  i  love  my  women  loving  women  ,  hand  over  the  ex  girlfriend  !  in  my  head  i’m  thinking  that  they  were  a  really  happy  couple  and  they  were  really  good  to  one  another  ,  but  they  drifted  apart  .  they  remain  good  friends  and  people  probably  think  there’s  still  feelings  because  they  can  be  rather  touchy  feely  with  one  another  (  👀 )  .

ifykyk  ....  but  i  love  angst  !  i  love  to  have  my  heart  ripped  right  out  of  my  chest  so  give  me  angst  in  any  form  :  angsty  friends ,  exes  ,  anything  !  

a  couple  who  are  stuck  in  a  limbo  !  they  have  yet  to  make  it  past  the  point  of  friends  ,   wondering  if  they’re  just  a  hookup  to  one  another  would  there  could  potentially  be  more  .  they  probably  fight  a  lot  because  of  those  underlying  feelings  ,  but  it  could  be  interesting  to  explore  either  way  !

give  me  enemies  !  and  not  for  fake  but  two  people  who  genuinely  dislike  one  another  .  it’s  not  surprising  for  jimin  to  not  get  along  with  a  lot  of  people  considering  the  fact  that  she’s  not  ...  the  nicest  ,  and  i’m  not  entirely  sure  as  to  why  they’d  dislike  each  other  ,  but  it  could  be  so  much  thank  u  KFJDFDS  .

give  me  the  heartbreak  that  still  lingers  i  will  sell  you  my  SOUL  .  maybe  their  relationship  was  good  ,  or  it  was  a  mess  KNFJD  ,  but  but  when  they  broke  up  they  haven’t  fully  gotten  over  it  yet  ?  probably  a  lot  of  lingering  looks  ,  and  giving  compliments  but  they’re  kinda  awkward  because  they  don’t  know  how  to  approach  each  other  sometimes  .

#sixhqintro #blog is on dashboard for now while editing ! #also this is really long pls don't pelt me with eggs NVJCBHVXC #i did it ya'll KNFJBHD

[carewyncromwell]

Bill and Carewyn, for the brotp ask? :D

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: This is actually a rare case where I can say “both!” Carewyn doesn’t really eat off anyone else’s plate except Bill’s and Rowan’s. Bill is even the sort of person to actively share his food with Carewyn, cutting a piece of whatever he’s eating and transferring it over to her plate so she can try it (whenever he does that, Carewyn almost always reciprocates, if Bill’s interested in anything on her plate).

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Neither -- Bill would be laughing too hard and Carewyn would be hiding her face in her hand and shaking her head.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: Carewyn, largely because she becomes a lawyer. But Bill would always run to help Carewyn, if she needed him.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Both again! Carey gave Bill advice about Emily Tyler, and Bill gave Carewyn some encouragement when she considered asking Andre about the Celestial Ball. In the future, especially post-Redacted, the two will lean on each other all the more when it comes to dealing with their respective emotions and relationships, given how their similarities in how they “protect” and “nurture” the people around them and try really hard to be patient and composed in the face of stress.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Bill! He’s not above messing with Carewyn while they’re playing games. Carewyn will sometimes reciprocate, but would more likely be the sort to play mind games or try to bluff her way to victory than physically trying to interfere (i.e. acting like she’s got a bad hand in a game of Poker when she’s really got a Full House so that her opponent thinks they’re winning).

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Carewyn. Goddamn it, Bill, you are WAY too tall for the top bunk!! :<

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Neither would start it, but you can bet that they’ll team up to kick the ass of whomever did. 😏

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: OH GOD, NO. Nonono, neither Bill nor Carey are the type to flirt with their buddy’s respective crush -- they’re both the sort to go into respective “parent” mode and express great interest in “getting to know” the subject of their friend’s affection. If Carewyn or Bill approves of the person in question, then they’ll accept them wholeheartedly. If Carewyn disapproves, she would hate the person’s guts beyond reason (*eyes Emily Tyler*) and immediately pull Bill aside so she can gently share her concerns and hopefully persuade him to get away from the person. She would respect Bill’s decision were he to decide not to listen and keep the cool smile on around the person, but she would be watching them like a hawk and be very ready to go all protective “Mama Bear” over Bill if the person ever steps out of line. If Bill disapproves, then Bill would likely pull the person aside with a polite smile and then -- as soon as they’re alone -- drop the smile and flat-out tell the person that Carewyn is family to him and he will not allow anyone to hurt her. He would then keep a very, VERY beady eye on the person and, if they made a single wrong move, he’d hex them.

Platonic Ask!

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