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kayzume · 3 years

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Pairing: Bokuto x Reader

Genre: a tiny, tiny bit of angst, but mostly fluff:>

wc: 4.1k, who knew i can pull of something this long😃

Note: This fic is my gift to @jayeray for our server secret santa, Happy Holidays to you I hope you had a great Christmas and I hope we get to talk more (timezone is sht, I must be asleep when yer online🥲)I hope this piece makes you smile:>. Also sorry for shamelessly asking three people to beta this bec im not sure about how it turned out, also bec my grammar is sht(T ^ T)—also lemme thank the internet by helping me with them vows, only edited some parts of it to fit the story better..

Beta: @thirstyforthem2dmen , @india-katsuki , @prismaintales kithes to all of u

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Life is filled with fluttering moments, these events mark something within us that would either make us...or break us. You guessed that most of your story has made you what you are today. You were walking in the park hand in hand with Koutaro and your daughter, playing with his hair while she sat on his shoulders.

“Momma can I ask something?” your daughter spoke breaking silence.

“What is it baby?” you responded

“How’d you meet dad?” she asked cocking her head to the side, much like her father when he’s curious. You smiled at her,

“Well…”

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‘The Meeting’

“Hey, Hey” you ignored whatever that was and whoever was making those annoying calls. Your face remained buried on the textbook required for your literature elective. Lost in your own thoughts and the flow of music through your earbuds, you missed the exasperated sigh that left the lips of the one and only Bokuto Kutaro, star player of the volleyball team.

“Hey miss!” tap tap the loud tapping burst your train of thoughts pulling one of your buds out, you glared at the man in front of you.

“What? You got nothing better to do buddy?!” you spat in utter annoyance.

“You’re in my seat” he replied grimly, lowkey telling you to scoot over. You, in return, refused to leave your spot; checking every nook and cranny to try and look for names or scribblings.

“Doesn’t have your name on it, you can’t stake a claim and this is school property” you argue pettily. He looked at you in disbelief.

“B-but Akaashi sits right here” he whispered, albeit to himself. You stifled a scoff, he looked so upset at the fact that he can’t sit beside this ‘Akaashi’ person. You cleared your throat and offered him the other side of your spot, which is free.

“Why don’t you sit here instead, you’d still be near your friend. I wouldn’t hinder any chatter that you decide to make” is what you told him. There’s no particular reason as to why you wouldn’t move instead, just that your pride isn’t letting you, besides his reactions are very much worth the trouble. The classroom doors creaked open, students pouring in and occupying the seats. A man with dark hair approached you, or rather the seat beside you. He eyed the person you were conversing with just now. He didn’t utter a word and took his seat beside you. A few minutes later the bells started ringing signaling the start of lectures, your professor walked in clutching big old dusty books of classic literature, your not so favorite. The only reason you were even taking this class is for the extra credits, that you most definitely do not need. You were bored and needed a new source of entertainment. For normal students this must seem ridiculous, because studying isn’t counted as a source of fun. Take note ‘normal’ you were far from normal. You’re friendless, you were having a hard time mingling with others your age. It's not that you were getting bullied, it's just you and your foreboding trust issues. You hated the feeling of betrayal and refused to remember what it was like, so as a coping mechanism you refused to make friends, or even open up to anyone.

Bokuto was upset that he didn’t get to sit beside Akaashi, he was a year ahead but the volleyball coaches as much as they hate to prevent him from playing official games, he was failing english literature and needed to keep up his grades in order to enter the court again. Easier said than done, his literature class held him back from moving further. His professor sponsored his letter so that he will only be held back by one subject and not the whole year, all he had to do now is pass the semester with flying colors, and so far he was having a hard time. That’s the reason he needed to sit near Akaashi so the later can help him with his studies, then this woman came out of nowhere and taking his seat is not helping the least bit and he hates it.

“L/N-san we would like to request your assistance” your professor spoke in a low voice. Assistance in what matter, it seems important that it looks almost impossible to refuse.

“I’d be glad to lend a hand, but with what, sensei you rarely ask for favors it feels new” you replied

“Please tutor Bokuto Kotarou, he’s an oncoming senior but has been held back by this subject. If he fails one more time he’d have to repeat the whole year, and this might also put a bad name for his sports scholarship” She explained, you looked at the profile of the student you need to tutor, it was him, the guy with condiments hair.

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“Condiments hair?” your daughter asked in confusion

“Mom was so mean right?? She called dad condiments, do I look like a bottle of ketchup baby?” Koutaro countered on your daughter with faux pity.

“Oh please, your hair is literally salt and pepper, and yeah you looked like a bottle of ketchup when you blush” you chuckled responding to them.

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‘The Courtship’

It’s been five months since you started teaching Kotarou, and the two of you were past the last name formalities. He was still the same as when you first met, loud and annoying. But you’d never tell him that, because as you’ve observed he has times where he just suddenly drops his attitude and becomes sort of gloomy head in the clouds type of persona. It was confusing and downright weird.

You were at the library looking for articles that can support your paper. It was 6pm, you were hungry and sleepy from studying the whole day, and you were starting to get bored. But since your paperwork is nowhere near done you just couldn't leave.

You heaved a deep sigh and rubbed your now strained eyes, feeling the drowsiness trying to pull you into passing out.

BAM.

You suddenly jolted in your seat, you looked at your side where the loud thump came from. Koutaro was pulling the seat beside you.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have practice” you asked him, he rarely— almost never skips his volleyball practices.

He sat down properly and jingled a bag in your face.“I had a feeling you’d be hungry by now, I heard from Akaashi that you’re pulling all nighters for your class paper, besides we didn't have session today too, and yes, I have practice today” He replied so calmly it weirded you out a bit.

“Then what—” you started asking again when he rudely pressed his pointing finger at your lips. You were so tempted to bite him.

“I ditched, because of our session” he told you, “and also because I want to bring you some food” he continued.

“Kou, we don’t have sessions during Fridays. You specifically asked me to skip tutoring you on Fridays because you said you want to spend this day hanging out with your friends” you replied to his nonsense. You’re grateful that he thought of you and brought you food, but also you didn’t want to take away his personal time with his friends.

“Uhh y/n, you are my friend too so technically I’m still hanging out and spending my time wisely” he told you while opening a bag of pretzels for the two of you to share. You were thankful you picked the most isolated wing of the library to study or else you two would’ve been kicked out from munching loudly.

You blushed a shade of pink not because he said he sees you as a friend, your cherry blossom cheeks represent the embarrassment and lowkey disappointment that you felt knowing that a friend is all that you will be to him.

“I meant special. You’re a very special friend y/n, and that I hope you’ll allow me to offer you more than a special friendship…” he trailed off looking deeply in the depths of your pooling eyes. You can’t help but feel overwhelmed at the butterflies that started storming from within you. If you were a cherry blossom before, you’d definitely be a red rose now.

“Whatever do you mean by that?” you asked him sheepishly, lowering your head to shield him from seeing you in such an unsightly state. You fiddled with your hands whilst waiting for him to give you an answer.

“Y/n, C-can I court you?” He replied with a sweet smile.

‘The Answer’

It’s been a couple of months since Bokuto’s confession and up to this day you still feel giddy about it. Who would’ve thought that you’ll attract someone the complete opposite of you.

Whenever he visits your dorm or whenever you accompany each other somewhere he doesn’t fail to do something sweet to show his affection towards you. You were having mixed feelings whether to give him a chance or not. ‘Relationships are scary’ you thought, but the idea of him doing those sweet things for others gives a painful churn within you. He invited you to attend a game of his and cheer for him.

“Cheers for goodluck” is what he said the last time you met, which was the day before. You entered the gym, the bright lights blinding your sight. Lightly covering up you headed for the bleachers.

The place was already packed from students and other volleyball patrons. You see some free seats, only to be disappointed when they were actually reserved, you turn to leave for a new place when,

“Y/n!! where are you going? Your seat is right here!!” you craned your neck to where the voice came from only to see Koutaro waving at you. He walked to where you were.

“Sit here and cheer for me as loud as you can” he told cracking a beautiful smile. He wasn’t even doing anything special but you could feel the hotness creeping it’s way from your neck to your cheeks.

“O-okay, do your best out there” without even thinking your body moved on its own to give him a peck on his cheeks. His face contorted in surprise, you thought you did something wrong that it made you a little bit conscious, as you we’re pulling away he held your hand and you stared at his blushing face.

“Do it again” he almost sounds commanding if not for his hands slightly shaking in yours

“W-what...I’m sorry my body moved on it’s own” you started,

“Do it again...to double the luck” is what his reply was, you looked down feeling the loud thumping of your heart in your chest you quickly gave his other cheek a peck.

“G-go now, I think the game is about to start” you shoo him away as you try to calm yourself down. You can’t believe you kissed someone. And in public too. For other people it may not be a big thing but for you, that kiss felt special.

(Game goes, 4th Set)

They were at match point and as the game goes, Koutaro suddenly went on his ‘emo mode’, he was dumbfounded just standing there. You looked worried, there was no way they’re going to lose.

“Just one more point” you whispered to yourself, the ball was set and it looks like Koutaro will go for a shot, he still looked out of it. He needs to get out of his slump. An idea came to mind, it was so unlike you to do something like that but you closed your eyes and just goes for it.

“Take that shot and win!!” you screamed the loudest that you can. You saw him stiffen and slowly he ran and jumped, he spiked the ball so hard it bounced with a hard thud, you almost thought it left a mark on the floor. You heard the loud cheers and a loud buzz, signaling that the game comes to a close.

You sighed in relief to see that your little stunt helped him. You were about to go to and congratulate him when he meets you somewhere in the middle.

“Did I do great y/n-chan?” he asked, his eyes sparkling in anticipation almost as if waiting for a praise.

“You did absolutely great, I had fun watching you,I’m sorry I barely cheered loud, I’m not used to public gatherings like this” you shook your head in embarrassment

“Thank you for cheering me on, uhh y/n since we won, don’t you think it’s fitting that i get a gift from you” he told you. You were a bit puzzled, you didn’t get him anything.

“I- I didn’t get you anythi—” you started only to be cut off by him asking,

“Can I please date you now?”

You smiled at him, “Yea sure”

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“I don’t get it, what was the gift that you gave him, if you didn’t buy him one” she asked again tilting her head

“I gave him my answer” you only smiled on her more evident confusion

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‘The Veil and The Bow’

“Calm down Bokuto-san, everything is perfect” Akaashi told Bokuto as they waited for the large wooden doors to open. It has been 5 years since the two of you started going out and 6 months since he proposed. When you said ‘yes’ to his impromptu proposal he couldn’t believe his ears, at first he was worried and ready to pass it off as a joke but then…

“LET'S GO FOR A DRIVE!!” Koutaro screamed out of nowhere, you gave him a look. Raising an eyebrow in confusion you asked,

“Right now?” he must be joking you thought

“Why not?” he asked dumbly, cocking his head to the side

“Uhh..Kou, it’s 11pm.” you told him nonchalantly, you continued filing on your laptop when you felt him tug at your shirt.

“What?” you asked him without looking, he tugged again. This time as you take on his face, he bit his pouty lips and looked at you straight in the eyes as if begging.

“Really? Where are we even going?” you asked him again whilst standing up and slipping on your warmer.

He looked so excited he rushed to get his keys when he came back to you. He engulfed you in a big hug, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck.

He let out a small “Thank you”

Feeling his hot breath tickling your neck, you gently pushed him off.

“Are we just gonna stand and hug here?” you jabbed him jokingly as if to hide your reddening cheeks. He held your hand and guided you to his awaiting car. You’ve been driving for quite a while, just seeing where the night takes the two of you.

It took you the beach

You walked on the cold sand hand in hand. It was dark and chilly, you shuddered and Koutaro held you close to him, you heard him squeak,

“What was that? Did you say something?” you asked him just to make sure.

“We’re here” he announced, you looked at your surroundings only to see a gazebo all set up with candles, a picnic blanket and plush pillows. You looked at Koutaro stunned

“T-this is all planned?” you asked him stunned at the effort he pulled. No wonder he badly wants to go. You felt warm through the cold on how sweet he was

“You looked so stressed with work I thought that a date will cheer you up even a little” he told you as he fiddled with his hands, even though he was slightly looking down you can clearly see his reddish ears. You couldn’t contain yourself so you tiptoed and kissed him.

“Thank you Kou, having you around is already calming to me, but you did all this too, you’re so sweet, i love you you’re the best thing I could ever ask for” you told him while caressing his cheeks.

He moved his hands to engulf yours, he slowly pushed your hands of to his mouth, giving your palms a peck.

“No, thank you y/n for giving me a chance to be with someone like you,” he told you as he stared at you lovingly.

The night goes by and the two of you ate, laughed, and told each other stories. You two were lying quietly staring at the stars glittering in the night sky.

Sigh.

You looked at Koutaro after he heaved that deep sigh.

“Hey, something wrong” you nudged him a little.

“Nothing...it’s just that I want us to stay like this forever, happy and contented, say y/n, can I ask you something?” he replied, you were curious as to what he was going to ask it seems like a big deal to him.

“Hmm?” you hummed in response

“Y/n...will you stay with me for as long as you can..i mean forever..i mean as long as we can, Can we stay with each other” he asked you in almost a whisper

“Are you—” you were about to ask when he looked at you in all seriousness.

“Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” you can’t keep the surprise in your face, you blushed deeply, it was weird for him to be this serious, but you’re not gonna lie you like this side of him too, you stared at him for a hot minute and cracked your sweetest smile.

“I thought you’d never ask”

The big doors cracked open, the music flowing, Bokuto stared as you walk to where he was, at the altar, waiting.

As the wedding goes on, it was finally time to say your vows, you looked at Koutaro who is now holding a microphone on his left hand and his right gripping into yours,

“Since the day I met you, I knew you were a special woman. And even though I suck at Literature,it will forever be my favorite subject that I ever enrolled in. From that day forward that I met you in that god forsaken class, I became a true believer that you do not find true love, but true love finds you.

You, more than anyone else, know my insecurities and weaknesses and still never make me feel inadequate. You have always loved me without reservations. You praise me in a way I never thought was possible and because of you, I am the best man I can be.

I cannot promise I will always be the perfect husband, but I promise to love you through the good times and bad. To choose our love every single day. I promise to always fight with you and for you, never against you. I promise to always be your biggest fan, confidant and best friend. I promise to remember we are not perfect—only perfect for each other. I promise to love you without hesitation or boundaries from this day forward, for the rest of my life.

Thank you for being the woman of my dreams and the best partner I could ever ask for. Thank you for being the pillar that my wacky soul has always needed and I will forever be your wings. Everything in me recognizes your heart as my home and your arms, my shelter.

You are my better half and very best friend. I will love you, honor you, respect and cherish you in sickness and health, through sorrows and success, for all the days of my life. I am forever yours."

You bit your lip to calm yourself from sobbing into his heartfelt words. You felt his love from every single thing that he spewed out. You were thankful to where you are now, you were thankful to god that gave you a man like Bokuto Koutaro to love you. As you dab away the heavy tears on your face and as clear your throat you tell him your vows in return.

“I want so badly to be able to explain all the love I have for you. Not the love of butterflies and stomach knots—but more the blurring of self and the entanglement with another soul. Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you. You are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come true. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent—in your own way. Your laugh is contagious and you can put away an entire ice cream cake in one sitting like nobody else can. You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults. You make me want to be a better person every day. I take you as you are now, tomorrow and for eternity to come, to be my husband.

Even when the day comes that we're old and gray, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment. So today, I vow to honor you and respect you, support you and encourage you. I promise to dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings. I vow to laugh with you and comfort you during times of joy and times of sorrow. I promise to always pursue you, to fight for you, and love you unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. You are my best friend and I'm the luckiest person on Earth to call you mine."

As you finished your vows you couldn’t help the cracking of your voice, you felt hot tears flow from your eyes, you looked at him as he wipes all of them away.

“Shhh..don’t cry, everyone might get the wrong idea” Koutaro told you as he dabbed on your face. You only chuckled at him, he’s far too precious and you’re lucky to be able to witness it.

“You’re the one getting the wrong idea Kou, these are happy tears. Finally we’re binded forever and always.” you smiled at him as the priest continues on the ceremony

“Forever and always” he whispered back at you as the two of you we’re slipping on your wedding rings.

The priest announced “I pronounce you man and wife, may you live long and build a happy life together.”

He kissed you as the cheers filled the room.

‘The Life’

“Kou!! Go and chase Kaori!!” you instructed your husband to follow your daughter as she ran around away from you. She’s so much like her father, in personality and in looks. You had her 3years ago, and now you would’ve chased her yourself if not for your heavy bulging stomach. You were 7 months in your second pregnancy and everything was hard to do. Thank god for Koutaro, even though he was busy because of his job as a professional athlete he always make sure to make time for you, he always comes home early and makes sure throughout the day that you’re feeling fine. At times he will bring your daughter along to work to lessen the things that you have to think about for the day.

Today was special, he took a day off to take the threeof you to the park. You were tired from playing with the two of them the whole day. So you decided that the three of you should rest a bit, but your child has other plans of her own as soon as you situated yourself on a bench she hopped off and ran. That was why you asked your husband to chase her off to bring her back. The two of them was now in your line of sight, you didn’t want to scold your daughter but, she was extremely hyper and you didn’t want her to trip and fall then hurt herself.

“Bokuto Kaori, you do not just go and run away, against mom’s request, what if you hurt yourself?” you asked her as gentle as you can, even so she still whimpered at you scolding her. She looked at you with big teary eyes.

“I’m so sowwy momma, I only went to go pick these flowers for you” she answered you as she took out three wildflowers from her back, you cooed at how sweet she was. You waved at her to come close and she did, you engulfed her in a loving embrace kissing her temples lightly,

“Aww thank you baby,” you looked up to see Koutaro surprisingly quiet. He was staring at the two of you, he was filled with love and he was grateful for the family you two built together.

“Can I join that hug?” he asked, you opened your arms as he rushed into them almost crushing your daughter in between. The three of you laughed while coddled like that. You looked up at the sky, thankfully smiling.

Gen Taglist open: @kitayawa @aruhappy

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wsyurim · 3 years

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timezones suck!! but hello everyone and thank you for the warm welcomes ♡ i bring you all miss han yurim aka etoile’s lead vocalist aka accidental idol. here is her profile and her career page. unfortunately, i wasn’t able to come through with a plots page, but i do have some ideas that i’ll throw down below the cut. also below the cut will, hopefully, be a brief introduction to yurim and so feel free to press that little heart if you’d like to plot, and i’ll come hopping over to your im’s!

background!!

yurim comes from a very loving family. she’s the youngest with her dad being a firefighter and her mom and accountant which also means her financial status is middle class at the least though yeouido isn’t the cheapest place to live. her older sister’s like six years older than her as well so you can guess how much adoration yurim’s gotten ever since she was practically born. this is all setting up for me to explain that yurim has really high self-esteem which comes in handy with this job lol

never actually had thoughts of being an idol. when she was younger, most of her time was spent with books and with paint because she loves to draw! it’s still one of her hobbies today as well as a skill that the company likes to use on variety shows and stuff (”yurim-ssi, can you draw one of the cast members for us?”) though she kind of hates doing that

starts singing as a hobby after her friends tell her she has a really pretty voice. asks to be sent to a vocal academy because when she wants to do something, she wants to do it well!! from there, she probably spends like six to seven months before an instructor convinces her to join yuseong’s open audition where she ends up getting second?? she’s as confused as the next person tbh

thinks that’s it, but then she’s getting offered a trainee contract? and yeah... you can see where that led her to lmao debuting as etoile’s lead vocalist!! which is why i describe her as an accidental idol because she never intended for this to be her line of work

as a trainee, she was pretty shocked by the competitive nature and would usually take a step back if it seemed like she was getting involved in something too intense. yurim’s very much the type to “lose” in an argument solely because she doesn’t want to get into an argument; she sees them as a big waste of time!! the type to insist that having pride is the stupidest thing because it’s all worthless at the end of the day. what’s pride going to get you more than possibly a fist to your face yknow

she’s one of those idols who is very sincere and genuine to her fans, but she’s pretty quiet on-screen so people who may not know etoile well enough other than their hit songs will probably question why she’s an idol (think vixx’s leo in terms of public image)

her haters will try to smear her by insisting that she’s not working hard enough or that she’s not doing her job enough which isn’t completely wrong because she’s not the type to like go out of her way to be active on shows and stuff? but she does aegyo when her fans ask for it, leaves long messages on fancafes for her fans, gives her best on stage (she has good stage presence!!) and is basically a really good idol for her fans as she thinks that’s all that matters

remember that part where i said she has very self high-esteem? that means hate comments really don’t affect her because she knows who she is as a person and that those lousy comments on the internet aren’t going to affect her life at all lol

behind the cameras, she’s not all too different from her idol persona. she’s quiet, likes to observe rather than participate in things actively which can make her come off as being super distant and uninterested. but she has a really kind heart and is genuine with her interactions with people

to this day, doesn’t really have any dreams or aspirations as an idol, but she’s here so she’ll do it until her contract expires or etoile’s career comes to an end. whichever comes first!! but do not question her passion for singing because that much is very real

possible plot ideas!!

someone who trained at yuseong at the same time (2016-2017) and thinks that yurim doesn’t deserve her spot in etoile because she doesn’t appear passionate enough. maybe you had another trainee friend who didn’t make it but yurim did so it leaves you bitter? though that’s just a random tidbit that doesn’t have to be used!!

you wonder how yurim manages to remain so confident in herself despite this line of work. idols get hate thrown at them here and there, and you’re a victim to that as well but you see yurim who just happens to skip past all that without being affected and it confuses you

you happen to get shipped with yurim a lot and it can either a) make you want to avoid her or b) make you want to approach her because it’s funny. yurim falls on the latter in which she thinks fanships are kind of funny because she can’t imagine what makes people want to “ship” two idols together

you think yurim’s boring and try to get her to be more active in things? whether you meet on set of a variety show and try to involve her or if it’s off-camera, then maybe get her to do something adventurous

you don’t think yurim should be an idol if she never wanted to be one, and you ask her why she’s still here?

some more casual work relationships that end up getting deeper? like you meet yurim so much either backstage or at the salon or on the same shows, and you end up talking to her all the time anyway that she’s become some sort of confidant? she’s not a woman of many words which means she does a great job at listening

something angsty would be lovely too because i love a good heartbreak or two! ex-boyfriends, past/current unrequited crushes, ex-friends for some reason

you happen to really like yurim’s voice, and she’s flattered really!! <3

#ws:intro #( ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — ooc. )

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priorireverte · 3 years

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Congratulations Nat!

Your application for Lucius Malfoy has been accepted. So excited to be getting more former/ex/reformed(?) Death Eaters around. Be careful, too—Death isn’t resting so easy these days and how’d you’d feel about the people who tried to ‘Eat’ you?

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME & PRONOUNS: Nat | She/her/hers

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Better than initially expected?? Available 3/7 days a week most days. Working full-time M-F and taking two classes so that may change but I should be able to maintain that 3/7 days for the time being.

ANYTHING ELSE: N/A besides me going hi, I would (happy) CRY at the setup of Lucius and Narcissa needing to like… rebuild trusting each other and that sort of stuff after nearly losing their son. I freaking adore that ship but am under the impression some sort of fallout had to happen between Lucius coming back from Azkaban, Voldemort living in their home, passing, and realizing they were on the wrong side of things.

CHARACTER DETAILS

NAME: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

BIRTHDATE: September 18, 1954

DEATHDATE: N/A

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Male, he/him/his, demisexual - where that was not a term that was used while growing up, Lucius would say he is straight. He simply didn’t find people attractive in the traditional sense of being able to check someone out and be like “damn I’d tap that.” It was a little more difficult for him since he needed to get to know someone on an emotional level before allowing things to get physical or sexual.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Slytherin

OCCUPATION: Owner - Malfoy Apothecary When overly stressed, Lucius can be found working at the Malfoy Apothecary. Either stocking shelves or working on organizing the storeroom. He tries to avoid working the register since he isn’t looking for confrontation at the moment.

FACECLAIM: Alexander Skarsgård

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

POSTBELLUM

Lucius is a shadow of himself. Still proud and sticking to the few friends and family members he has left, but less confident when it comes to letting his voice be heard. His dark mark serves as a mark of shame — his father encouraged him to take it and his supporting the Dark Lord’s ideals turned into his own son taking on the mark. His biggest regret thus far was his stint in Azkaban. Draco took the mark during that time and he got out of prison and was hit with the news that his father passed away, his son was marked because of his actions, and the Dark Lord was using his manor as headquarters.

The war served as a reminder that family was the most important thing in his life. There were several times leading up to (and during) the second war where he truly feared he would lose his wife, his son, or both of them. Having made it out without losing either of them was a blessing. He considers himself truly lucky to have had his small family come out without loss. The trauma and impact of a year spent fearing for his life and the wellbeing of his wife and son left him rather shaken. His ideals were challenged and he was forced to give up his wand, stuck at the Dark Lord’s side with no way out.

Although a few years have passed since the war, Lucius still has nightmares. He is riddled with guilt after what his son and wife were put through and fears what will happen if his father, Bellatrix, or the Dark Lord comes out of the veil. Defecting was unthinkable during the first war and the second resulted in his sucking up his pride and shifting his focus on getting his son and wife out alive.

The war may be over but he knows there is a target on his back. One wrong step, and it could be a reason for people to believe they made a mistake in not making him return to Azkaban.

PERSONALITY

What are they good at? What do they struggle with? What are their strengths and weaknesses?

Lucius is good at lying his way out of trouble. A keen mind and a sharp tongue left him with several friends in the Ministry. It gave him the ability to be in the know about everything without needing to actively hold a job there. He is incredibly family-oriented. One look from his wife is all it takes to get him to rethink speaking out of turn or behaving foolishly. Lucius can speak French, Italian and Latin. He is a skilled piano player and occasionally sings but that is usually only done in his wife’s presence.

Traits:

— Arrogant: This trait is a struggle for Lucius since his opinion of believing he was better than everyone got him into more trouble than it was worth. He is working on downplaying his arrogance but still has the habit of turning up his nose at certain people (Arthur Weasley). He prides in his appearance and has dropped a lot of money on clothes, hair supplies, and making sure he has a decent skincare routine.

— Wily: Lucius has a sharp tongue. His arrogance and money allowed him to wiggle his way into a high ranking position at the Ministry before he married. He is a skilled liar and will do whatever it takes to get his thoughts across.

— Family oriented: At this point, family is all Lucius has left. There is a lot of guilt surrounding that trait since he nearly got everyone killed but he is using it as an excuse to grow and learn from his mistakes.

— Cowardly: Lucius dislikes getting his hands dirty. It is easier to play as puppet master and have others take the fall for his actions or ideas. Although a death eater, he seldom got his hands dirty. Torturing was his specialty but anything that came with the risk of getting another person’s blood on him left him talking someone else into doing the dirty work for him.

— Well-spoken: Lucius’s parents wanted the Malfoy heir to be a positive reflection on the family. They hired a tutor to come in and work with Lucius from a young age. Any sort of stammering and stuttering were quickly discouraged. He was taught simple coping mechanisms for his feelings since bottling them up left him prone to exploding and not being able to watch his tongue when everything became too much. He prides in being articulate and has an eloquent way of writing.

— Ex-Elitist: Abraxas Malfoy made sure his son knew purebloods were on top. Lucius was taught that at a young age and only recently realized that way of thinking was wrong. Although able to keep his thoughts to himself, he is struggling to come to terms with unlearning the beliefs he was raised with and carried for the majority of his life.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

Lucius is the only son of Abraxas Malfoy and Katerina Malfoy née Selwyn. His mother passed away when he was five years old. Things were just him, his father, and the occasional woman Abraxas kept for company. Having never remarried and having blamed the birth of his son on weakening his wife’s health caused Abraxas to keep Lucius at a distance. The boy spent more time with house-elves and nannies than with him. They were only ever seen together forcing the image of a happy family at pureblood gatherings.

Abraxas had strict expectations of his son. Lucius was required to learn several languages (French and Italian among his favorites), instruments, and show he understood his father’s values from a young age. He wasn’t given much of a chance to be with other children so Hogwarts came as a bit of a shock. One letter home from a professor about his behavior and a howler back in response was all it took to ensure Lucius didn’t do anything to bring shame to the family.

He took the dark mark as a teenager and thought little of it outside of knowing it was something that would make his father proud. Although proud, Abraxas only ever showed contempt for his son. He feared the young man would get cocky and do something to get himself killed before he got the chance to prove himself.

Draco is Lucius’s pride and joy. He is of the belief he and Narcissa couldn’t have created a more perfect child. While he would have appreciated having a sibling for Draco it wasn’t in their cards. Narcissa is currently the only person Lucius would trust with his life. (Severus Snape would have been a close second if he hadn’t gotten killed.) He loves his wife and son dearly and regrets the situation the family was put into. If given a chance he would have never taken the mark in the first place. There’s no way of changing that though so treading carefully to avoid risking conflict has been his best approach at mending the uneasiness he gets when thinking about what he put his wife and son through.

HISTORY

Family proved to be the most important part of Lucius’s life. His marriage to Narcissa made it clear he is absolutely smitten with his wife. He trusts her with his life and she has seen him at his weakest points. The stint in Azkaban left him fearing she would leave him but she stayed at his side. Whether this was to save face for Draco or her assuming he would eventually do the right thing is beyond him. He hasn’t had it in him to ask why. At his lowest points, he can be found questioning why she stayed with him and doing small actions to make it known he is indebted to her for putting up with the ridiculousness that nearly got the whole family killed.

Pre-war of ‘98 involved Lucius planning moves for the death eaters once Voldemort returned. Before that, his focus was on his wife and his son, appreciating the little life they made for themselves. Lucius was close to Lord Voldemort and considered himself one of the most trusted of the death eaters until he lost the prophecy. To add insult to injury, he was arrested and spent several months in Azkaban for his blunder. Returning from jail came with the shock of learning his son took the mark and Lord Voldemort claimed his manor as headquarters. A lot of unspeakable things happened and his life spiraled to a point where he felt as though he was no longer in control. It left him paranoid and extra jumpy, turning into a submissive shell of the man that once oozed confidence and a better-than-everyone sense of self-esteem.

OOC EXPLORATION

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

I’ll be honest — I’m trash for Lucissa. There is something about the two that makes that ship one of my favorites. On a non-ship related note: I want to see Lucius face his demons — people challenging his ideals and/or using his past against him, him feeling guilty over Severus having died, etc.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Headcanon wise, I’m going to be working with Lucius having chopped his hair off shortly after the war ended. He’ll be claiming losing his locks was his turning a new leaf but it was definitely because it reminded him of past decisions and had thinned out from the amount of stress he was under. He currently has no plans of growing it back to its old length.

As a note, I don’t view the Malfoy family as having gone out of their way to abuse/mistreat their son. Perhaps indirectly from Lucius’s end since his own upbringing wasn’t ideal, but my version of him doesn’t involve him going “let me do what my dad did to me to you.” I also do not support Cursed Child’s erasure of Lucius and Narcissa running around wandless in search of their son in Deathly Hallows and Lucius coming out of that not wanting to change his ways/hating on his child’s spouse. While I know the epilogue/cursed child isn’t considered canon for this group it’s still me just wanting my opinion of nah we’re having a Lucius that’s trying to learn from his mistakes out in the open.

https://lusciousviper.tumblr.com is the original Lucius I played. It’ll be interesting taking him on about fifteen years older than the age I am used to playing him at but I’m happy to take that challenge.

https://iheardaboutit.tumblr.com/ mock blog

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS

CHARACTER CONTRIBUTION

He’s fallen from grace. Lucius nearly lost everything to the second war. He is attempting to learn from his mistakes and that unlearning is taking more patience than he was aware he had. The second war left him well aware that his wife and son were the most important parts of his life. Losing them was practically unthinkable to a point where he would have given his own life up for the sake of ensuring Draco and Narcissa survived.

Where Lucius was very active with officials in the ministry and had a high societal standing, this leaves him open to having countless friends and enemies. I assume there are several people that may be skeptical of his having avoided jail time and all too eager to prove their suspicions right.

PRESENT

Having taken in a ward has left Lucius a little concerned about the returned. Thankfully, it happens to be his wife’s youngest cousin but that has done little in easing his nerves. He knows little about Regulus outside of the rumors that spread when the young death eater went missing and never returned. It isn’t necessarily a problem but he doesn’t know what he’ll do if Bellatrix, his father, or someone worse comes out of the veil. He’s taken to working at the family’s apothecary as a way of keeping busy but there is only so much work that can be done before he runs out of things to do.

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“I’m sorry, did you say Regulus?” Lucius quirked a brow at his wife, the look of disbelief planted firmly across his face. There had only been rumors about the returned — the stray whisper from the few trusted acquaintances he had back at the ministry. Nothing about anyone of relation to him or his wife coming through. “And they are expecting us to…” He trailed off when his wife fixed him with a look. The nonverbal eyebrow raise was enough to make it clear her cousin would be staying with them. His opinion on the matter was useless since there was no room for him to have a say— wasn’t his cousin and attempting to stay in his wife’s good graces. “Whatever you say, love,” He sighed. “We have space. I just wish we knew what accepting him into the home would entail. You know, he tried leaving and the rumors were the dark lord went—” He trailed off after another look from his wife. “Right, right. I won’t be mentioning that to him in person.”

#prioriacceptance #lucius malfoy

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divafm · 4 years

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* 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 ! i am beyond excited to be a part of this group & to write with all of u legends . i am 𝐤𝐨𝐝𝐲 , currently residing in hell angeles aka the pst timezone . i go by feminine pronouns , but u can also refer to me as garbage . under the cut , i will be introducing u to my broadway baby . if any of ya’ll are interested in getting a lifetime of affection from me , & possibly a plot , please give this post a 🖤 & i’ll be on my way .

❛ ✶ ( ariana grande , cisfemale , she/her ) spotted ! chantel demonté was spotted singing along to moon river by audrey hepburn in hilton grove . you’ve heard of them right ? they are a twenty - three year old broadway actress & musician who has already amassed a net worth of $120m . you should really follow them on insta @chantel , they’re about to hit 60m followers . the tabloids have been calling them the prima donna because they are known for being + perfervid but also a bit - sycopantic . though most people recognize them by bambi eyes twinkling with ambition , the saccharine scent of chanel n°5 , glossy lips curled coquettishly , cherubic features radiating naiveté , & breakfast at tiffany’s .

* ◞ 𝐢 . ⤻ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 .

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. chantel satine demonté . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬). chanti , princess , baby , etc . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. august second , a leo . 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡. milan , italy . 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. undetermined . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. an esteemed broadway actress , having the productions of wicked , funny girl , west side story , hairspray , etc . under her belt . her talents extend further as a musician , with an ariana grande voiceclaim , having only sweetener , yours truly , & certain singles ( ex . adore , quit , etc . ) in her discography at the moment . lastly , a part - time model . with her rise to fame , & she’s been plastered on a variety of pages in a magazine , including cover shoots . 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. american . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. italian , french . 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧. catholicism , not practiced . 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬. english , italian & french . 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. slytherin . 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬. ballet , piano , acting , makeup , cheerleading , song writing . 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨. rachel berry glee , betty cooper riverdale , cassie howard euphoria , monica geller & rachel green hybrid friends , amy march little women , nancy wheeler stranger things , kelly kapoor the office .

* ◞ 𝐢𝐢 . ⤻ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 .

a baby girl , blessed of cherubic features , was born during the summer season in milan , italy , which is very much known to be the global capital of fashion & design . her mother , donatella demonté , is a prominent fashion designer whose name is not only regarded in the streets of europe , but across the globe . her designs & level of popularity is akin to versace , in which we are all incredibly familiar with . the girl’s father , stefan demonté , is an intuitive & magnetic man , who is notable in the medical field for being one of the most dependable surgeons in the world . his patients whom undergo his procedures experience soaring success rates & is described as a modern asclepius . two of the most eminent beings among the planet intended on extending their prosperity & influence onto their successor , chantel satine demonté .

at the age of six years old , it was decided that the family would relocate from europe & into the united states . specifically , settle on the island treading the east coast , in sun - drenched hilton grove . it was baffling to the young brunette at the time , considering she was foreign to american ideology & its citizens . she fret on being acquainted with her peers , as well as wondering if she will begin to feel homesick for her native country . as means of introducing her to her potential talents & aiding her in establishing a social presence , donatella inserted the girl in a variety of extracurricular activities , while also enrolling her in the best private school in the area . it was apparent from the moment she melodically verbalized in her infancy that she was destined to be a vocalist . whenever music was in the atmosphere , her features would brighten & a coo of delight would emit from her . this passion for music led to her involvement in ballet , as a means of expressing herself not only vocally but physically . it taught her great diligence , & was the prelude to the many pursuits she would acquire .

by the time she was in her senior year of high school , the damsel had blossomed into the prodigy in which her parents aspired her to be . during her four years , she had been part of a majority of the clubs organized on campus , including drama , speech & debate , french , etc . she received the highest scores in her class alone , maintaining a 4.0 gpa while also dedicating herself to cheerleading , exuding not only school pride , but pride within herself . by this length of life , she had been so immersed with musical theatre , that it was apparent that her dream entailed performing upon the broadway stage & becoming the contemporary barbra streisand . every morning to every evening , she envisioned belting her heart out upon that stage , utterly absorbent to the applause & standing ovations to the crowds , all enchanted to see her . once chantel had a goal , it was nearly impossible to keep her from reaching it , whether it is landing the lead in some school production or landing the part of fantine in the broadway production of les misérables . once she had graduated , she did not mourn over the conclusion of what would be her adolescence . in fact , she embraced what would be the commencement of the first act to reaching her fantasy .

* ◞ 𝐢𝐢𝐢 . ⤻ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 .

tw ﹕ eating disorder , depression .

upon her arrival to broadway , she accumulated a huge amount of success & recognition from it over the years . however , around last year , the innate perfectionist had unknowingly begun to decline , both in her health & mentality . gradually , she had adopted certain habits , that involved a decrease in her food intake & lack of rest . every minute of every hour she was rehearsing , pirouetting , or tending to other obligations . already being so petite in nature , the reducing pounds had a dramatic impact upon her figure , in which she would conceal with oversized garments as means of keeping others from noticing . though , inevitably , those in her life began to express their concerns for the girl , who could not have appeared more exhausted & had been avoiding being around others as means of preventing them from noticing her apparent starvation .

it wasn’t until a rehearsal on one afternoon that the brunette had an abrupt collapse on stage due to complete malnourishment & exhaustion . the auditorium almost instantly echoed of gasps , as her fellow cast members & the crew a sea of utter revelation . the instrumentals had ceased , & there were several of her crew members sprinting towards the platform to get the girl immediate medical attention . in a matter of several minutes , she was carried off stage & immediately ushered to the hospital . an understudy swiftly covered the role for the show scheduled of that evening , as well as the consecutive shows that followed .

it had taken only two hours for the dismaying news to be phoned to her parents , who had frantically dropped everything in that moment to go & visit their only daughter , whom had been laid upon a hospital bed with her frail , gaunt frame covered with a patterned gown . the following morning , she had woken up , & was absolutely devastated . not due to the state of her health , but the fact that she didn’t get to perform that evening , & that an understudy would now be in her place . she frantically sputtered to her guardians that she has to return to continue the following shows , attempting to pull herself off from the mattress though was immediately pressed to settle onto it once more . she persisted , insisting with heavy strain in her voice that she was okay before succumbing , fragile sobs emitting from her as tears stream endlessly upon her features . it was a rarity for the girl to feel a sense of defeat , though when she had , it was not dealt with ease .

that summer , her parents had no other choice than to situate her to the most discreet rehab facility , one that was remote to prevent the chances of her being seen or followed by the press . she spent four months , completely abstained from communication with the outside world . to give the impression that things had been proceeding normally , her publicist would run the girl’s socials while she was away , equipped with a variety of photos to post & blurbs that resonated to her persona .

since her return to hilton grove , she has returned with a nourished composition , a glowing complexion , & a clearer conscience with intent on focusing to write & produce music during her break period from broadway . she is still the same , driven & overbearing primma donna who has goals that are intended to be achieved . she absolutely refrains from speaking of the incident , as no one but her parents truly knew the situation & the severity of it . the way in which things were covered up remains suspicious to many , baffled by the actresses sudden hiatus from the broadway stage . those who ask how her summer was spent , she described it as a very much needed retreat to the tropics , & how the vacation went pleasantly . she is utterly ashamed with what had happened , & would be entirely devastated if the truth were to come out . it would indefinitely tarnish her name , regardless if she were to receive pity or consolation . the last thing she would want is to come across as weak willed , or appear as some sort of failure . in spite her body returning to its healthy condition , her mind still seems to be riddled of melancholy . she feigns it with a winsome smile , or preoccupies herself as a means of distraction , & is content from time to time though it is all fleeting . however , being the superb performer that she is , no one is able to suspect a thing .

* ◞ 𝐢𝐯 . ⤻ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 .

chantel , for the most part , is a benevolent being . she is wise beyond her years , extremely ambitious , & exudes passion into every aspect of her life , whether it’s performing on stage or in her day to day happenings . in spite being born into a family of prosperity , she maintains a humble conscience & rarely takes much in her life for granted , knowing there are others who are not fortunate . she is an enthusiast of material goods , though you will not likely hear her brag about them . she tends to boast about her accomplishments , if anything . in a high society where betrayal & deceit play a constant role , i assure you that chantel is one of the most loyal people you could meet . surely , she will have her slip ups , but will always make up for it in the end & do what’s right , given her moral code . if you are a friend , family member , or even a lover ; she will go to the ends of the earth to see you smile , as she cares so deeply for those important to her . more often than not , she puts another person’s well being before her own , & even if she is being mistreated , she will make excuses or give the benefit of the doubt as she tries to see the best in others .

while she does exhibit favorable traits , i will have to mention a few detrimental ones . although she , on numerous occasions , comes off extremely narcissistic , deep down she too can be incredibly insecure . as marina & the diamonds once said , ‘ i feel like i'm the worst , so i always act like i'm the best . ’ being the perfectionist that she is , it’s very rare for her to genuinely feel satisfied with much of anything . no matter how many flattery remarks she is given , she always believes she could be better . she overexerts herself so much , & not many take notice of this . she sometimes wishes someone would tell her that she is good enough , that she doesn’t always have to prove something to herself or to others . she also can be quite naive , in the sense of taking chances on certain things or certain people that may not be in for her best interest . there is also a sense of delicacy to her , where she will put on a secure facade , though behind closed doors will often shed tears . that being said , she can be a sensitive , though she doesn’t like to show it since the last impression she would want to give is that she is weak .

an utter hopeless romantic ; disney films , specifically cinderella & sleeping beauty , were her shit when she was a little girl & still to this day . she would sit before that screen & marvel at the idea of finding her very own prince charming . this soon transitioned to being an absolute romance film / rom - com junkie , these films being her lifeline aside from musicals . however , she was struck with a heavy dose of reality after her first heartbreak in junior high , & all the heartbreaks that followed . despite her heart being crushed at every corner , this still hasn’t deterred her from the concept of love . it makes excellent inspiration for her music , & there’s no feeling that can come close to being in love , or being heartbroken . she is absolutely the type to be greeted with a set of eyes from across the room , from a handsome suitor whom could possibly be a stranger , & she would declare to her own ears : ‘ i am going to marry him . ’

* ◞ 𝐯 . ⤻ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

while i would eventually like to do a separate post for wcs , if time permits it , for now i’m just going to list a few i have in mind . ya’ll can totally pick from this list , make up a plot of our own , or just totally go the chemistry route ! i am so down for any & everything . 🖤

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. the more , the merrier . there’s no such thing as having too many friends . quite honestly , she needs them . any type of friend falls under this category ﹕ ride or die , childhood friends , family friends , good or bad influence , unlikely friends , etc .

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. don’t necessarily get along , but don’t hate each other either . maybe they find one another annoying 99% of the time , yet still are in each other’s company ?? nothing too complicated .

𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. cannot fucking stand each other , that it genuinely makes me laughofjfgovfgjb . chantel feels compelled to choke them the moment they walk into the room . she can have plenty of these .

𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. chantel is an only child , so she never had a sister or brother figure to turn to . can be super endearing , & i would just love it .

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬. this girl has probably had the tiniest crush on anyone at some point . could be former , present , future ?? could be mutual , could absolutely not be mutual ; i’ve imagined it’s happened plenty of times .

𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬. rarely ever do her unrequited crushes become an actual relationship . but , when they did , maybe they didn’t exactly end well or maybe they did ! totally up for discussion as to how & why it just didn’t end up working out .

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight , nine , ten , eleven , twelve , thirteen , fourteen , fifteen , sixteen , seventeen , eighteen , nineteen , twenty .

literally anything else .

#this is longer than ur man's d*ck but we out here !#if it's hard to read on my blog then u can add /mobile to the end of the url !#but ily all & can't wait to write with u 🖤#tw: eating disorder #tw: depression #hilton:intro

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alternislatronemhq · 4 years

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Congrats, JESTER, you have been accepted to AL for the role of OC ORPHEUS HITCHENS (FC: Gabriel Marques). Eeep, wow, how exciting to have a truly reformed character join us here at AL, especially one who’s distantly related to the Blacks! Jester, I fell in love with Orpheus and all of his complexities and faults and determinations. You’ve built a beautiful character and placed him here wonderfully in this plot, and I’m excited to see you continue to build him! Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist. Welcome home (once again), we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — jester age — 21, soon to be 22 pronouns — he/him timezone — est activity level — only reliably active afternoons & weekends

IC Overview

name — orpheus hitchens faceclaim — gabriel marques (model), naleye dolmans, miles mcmillan age — 25 gender — male sexuality — bisexual patronus — great grey shrike boggart — a coiling basilisk (representative of the lurking threat posed by the dark side and voldemort)

IC In Depth

personality traits —

+ courteous // while not raised in the wealthy, respected pureblooded family he liked to portray himself as belong to in his youth, orpheus still tried to emulate what he thought being a pureblood was. while he no longer quite aligns with the ideals of purity he used to admire, he retains the self-taught, overly formal mannerisms of his teen years.

+ quick-witted // with a honed intelligence and a natural skill for thinking on his feet, orpheus is not one to stay and ponder a decision needlessly ; this makes him particularly adept at dueling or high-action situations, but when needed he can sit still and think things through before acting.

+ confident // orpheus is proud of himself, his accomplishments and his talents.

- reactive // orpheus, for all his attempts at appearing level-headed and refined, has a hot temper and is very quick to lose it.

- conceited // hand-in-hand with his pride comes arrogance, an overinflated ego that’s rarely kept in check and is prone to pushing orpheus into a superiority complex when faced with wizards he deems “less accomplished.”

- abrasive // orpheus’ tendency towards both knee-jerk reactions and assuming superiority means he can be snappish and rude without fully thinking the consequences of his actions through.

character biography —

short version

the grandson of the disgraced iola hitchens nee black, orpheus spent his hogwarts years scornful of his family’s past “involvement” with mixing with muggles and secretly sympathized with some of voldemort’s ideals. it wasn’t until later, when death eaters killed his half-blood mother, that it hammered home to orpheus that his black family blood wasn’t enough to protect him from the wrath of dangerous pureblood ideaology. upon graduating, he vowed to leave that part of his history behind him and strive to be a better man, training to become an auror. when whispers started to spread of darkness rising again, he threw himself further into becoming a better auror, hoping to protect the future generation from the follies he himself was once enchanted by.

in depth

EARLY YEARS Iola Black, after eloping with muggle Bob Hitchens, had one daughter, one Cassandra Hitchens. Cassandra Hitchens followed her mother’s set example and had one son out of wedlock: Orpheus Hitchens, descendant of a pureblood family that had fallen very, very far from the tree. Orpheus was raised near-muggle as far as wizards go, but was still taught from a young age about magic. This had the opposite effect as to what was intended, and instead of feeling like he belonged to both the wizarding and muggle worlds, Orpheus felt like a wizard being forced to live like a muggle.

This resentment was further compounded when he began attending Hogwarts, and got sorted into Ravenclaw. While eager to finally be a part of the wizarding world, as he felt he belonged, learning of his full family history made him even more frustrated with what he’d been denied his whole life. He felt alienated from his housemates, feeling himself above muggle-and-halfborns, but not quite on equal footing with the purebloods. He overcompensated for it, throwing himself viciously into studies to the point where his health suffered. Throughout his life, he’d felt denied something he deserved, and now that he had access to Hogwarts’ library he wanted to claim what was his by birthright.

When he heard Voldemort’s message, the older students’ whispers of a message about reclaiming what wizarding society was owed, of blood purity and power granted to those who deserved it … it was the type of thing that resounded with dissatisfied folks like Orpheus, and he attached to the idea like it was a lifeline. He wanted to be told he was special, that he was someone who deserved good things.

He held his quiet support of the Death Eater ideals for years, but wasn’t in the right social circles to ever reach out, ever join properly. He was locked out by his blood and by the color lining his robes, and many times he lamented not being a Slytherin. A proper Black would have been in Slytherin, but he was a damned Hitchens and never had a chance of joining Voldemort no matter what his teenaged mind convinced him. He tried, of course, but the ones already deep enough to bring him in weren’t interested in the bright-eyed mudblood who thought he could fit in with them.

But he tried, oh, he tried. He practiced every bit of manners a proper pureblood would have, sat up late nights studying ancient bloodlines and histories and fashion. He got everything he could that he thought would make him fit in, be accepted among the people he thought it was worth something to be accepted by. What he couldn’t buy he bribed others for and what he couldn’t afford through even bribery he stole. He saw no shortage of detentions for his petty misbehavior, but few ever saw his actions as anything more than juvenile delinquency.

He was only confronted with the ugly truth of the real situation at the end of his fifth year, when his mother was brutally murdered by Death Eaters mere hours before he arrived home. The situation couldn’t have stared him more brutally in the face than it did in that moment, and he was forced to accept that no matter what clothes he wore or how he talked … he was scum to these people. He was worth less than the dirt under their boots for his blood, and there was nothing he could do about it. He buried his mother and lived alone in that house until the muggle family, two women who already had three children to care for of their own, took notice and started visiting, often bringing him meals and new books.

Their care for him, a stranger, made the grief burn even worse. He had been so drawn in by pretty words and ideas of respect and grandeur he had never even regarded his ideals would be the type to get these kind people killed.

He returned back to the books about old bloodlines, and decided to make a change. REALIZING HE WAS AN IDIOT Orpheus returned to Hogwarts quieter, more aware, and more angry. For the first few months he didn’t utter a word, just sat and watched and learned. And when he was done learning, there were no shortage of fights in the halls, angry whispered arguments in classes and more than one instance of rather brutal duels in broad daylight. Most teachers chalked this up to his mothers’ passing, but nearly every instance was incited by another student suggesting they supported the Dark Lord’s actions, or simply using the word ‘mudblood’. He was still a child, but so were the students in whom he saw the face of evil leering back at him. It was a miracle he didn’t get expelled, and saw even more detentions than he had before. But his grades were kept up, and he learned to be sneakier, even if still motivated nearly entirely by hollow revenge.

He was luckier than he knew, to avoid most of the losses of the war entirely, but it wasn’t a fortune he was pleased with. Even after graduating, still angry, still resenting the man he could have been, he wanted to fight. And Alastor Moody gave him a way to fight. He finished his Auror training before the deaths of Augusta Longbottom and Lord Voldemort, but not by much. He finally got his fight at the tail end of the war, making sure justice came to the Death Eaters he felt betrayed by.

Sometimes, he wondered if his anger was because they hadn’t wanted him. But it made no difference when he was seeing the monsters tossed into Azkaban to rot.

He was still a bit too like them, even now. Talked the right way, acted as stuck-up as any, carried himself with an air of dignity that others would call a big head. But he was vicious in battles and eager to prove himself, and no one ever voiced their suspicions to his face.

The war ended, and people talked of peace. Orpheus thought of old books full of bloodlines and dark magic and curses that made his hair stand on end, and thought this wouldn’t be the end of it.

MODERN DAY The peace did, in fact, calm Orpheus’ anger; leaving him with a scorching temper that, at least, sat as cooled coals rather than an inferno most of the time. He still had nowhere as much respect as other Aurors he worked with, but he did his job well enough, and his colleagues grew used to how absolutely insufferable he could be. It was nowhere near the grandeur he’d once longed for, but he no longer wanted vague, unattainable things like “being a fancy and respected member of the most Ancient and Noble house of Black”. It was silly, really. He’d finally grown content with being Orpheus Hitchens, and the years had both steadied and honed his wand hand for the war he was certain was to come.

He was sure of it. While Orpheus’ colleagues would generally describe him as “annoyingly verbose” and “kind of an arse”, he had taught himself more than just stuffy manners late at night in the Ravenclaw common room. He watched, and listened, and devoured every book he could get his hands on, and came to know many undeniable facts about the world. Firstly, that wizards were absolutely bullheaded fools about many things, blood status included. Secondly, that Alastor Moody is a terrifying force of nature and constant vigilance was less about keeping an eye out for dark wizards and more worrying your attention would slip and your boss would throw his peg leg at you for it.

And thirdly, that Voldemort’s followers were somewhere out there, like a spilled jar of oil coating the floor that you don’t notice until someone drops a match. Orpheus wasn’t sure who would drop the match, but Voldemort had struck it. So he remained insufferably verbose, with a war brewing behind his teeth and a desire to prove himself still gripping his arm, and swore to himself that this time would be different.

plot ideas —

moody // moody absolutely, certainly has heard rumors that one of his younger aurors once held voldemort’s ideals - there’s certainly room for doubt as to young hitchens’ loyalties, and there’s no room for those doubts in the coming war.

hogwarts class of ‘78 (lily, james, remus, sirius, etc.) // orpheus would have been a year or two behind them all, and was a ravenclaw, but he would be loosely familiar with them enough to potentially reach out once news reaches his ears.

sirius black // orpheus knows it’s unfair to resent sirius for something done a hundred years ago. does he hold a grudge against the black family anyways? only a little. still, he may eventually get over it and reach out to his distant cousin over their shared banishment from the family tree (even if sirius undoubtedly has little idea he even exists)

general // orpheus is a young auror who has dedicated himself to keeping voldemort from rising again, even if he has no idea how that would even come to be. while he may not be immediately accepted into the order of the phoenix’s inner ranks, he’s got a good wand hand and is eager to prove himself ; even with the smallest of tasks, he’s happy to help anyone who can tolerate his grating personality and wants to strike back against the dark side.

#harry potter rp #hp rp #marauders era rp #marauders rp #imperia:accepted #orpheus hitchens

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chwrpg · 4 years

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There's a difference between making love, having sex, and then fucking. -- Jade Madani

A NOTE FROM ADMIN B: It is always, always, a pleasure to have you and Jade back, Dallas! You’ve picked a great time to return too, since Jessie’s found herself in a bit of a pickle, so I can’t wait to see how the sisters handle that.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

dallas, she/her, old enough, est.

DESIRED CHARACTER:

jade rodriguez.

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

8.5.

SECONDARY CHOICE:

noneeee.

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Aptly named and like the old korean adage, even Jade has flaws. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth—but paid the ultimate price for it by living with her father. Any potential to grown into a well-rounded young lady was smudged out by his moldings. He taught her his definition of a woman and exposed her to his ‘interesting’ lifestyle early on. Jade has lived in shit so long she’s stopped smelling it. She can be inconsiderate, manipulative and needy, but she’s also chill and fun, people want to be around her. On her worst days she’s a spoiled princess, a live wire, envious and seeking to destroy everything around her. On her best days she’s hanging out with Casey and Troy, they’re a special threesome, each other’s chosen family. Jade’s crude and unashamed—her behavior would make a porn star blush. She acts invincible until she’s just a scared little girl again, but that only happens around two people, and one of them is her father (for obvious reasons), the other is Casey. Sometimes she runs from her problems instead of facing them and refuses to take the full blame for anything—promiscuity to the point of self harm and partying are her two vices. Jade has aspirations of being better though. Influenced by Casey and Jessie—she knows she can be more in this life, but until she is, she’s dancing with the devil and having fun while doing it. A HOE NEVER GETS COLD.

SAMPLE WRITING:

It was two, maybe three months after the orchestration of the lost of her sister’s virginity when Jade decided to get tested. It was sudden but not surprising given that Jade took to sex like a duck to water (bonus points if she didn’t need a rubber)—“It’s Goodyear sex,” Jade joked to Troy one late afternoon, “because having sex with a condom on smells like tires.”— she was reckless and that was half of the fun. Going to her family doctor was out of the question since he’d only relay the message to her father who didn’t deserve more ammo to use on her, and Jessie would need permission from her mother, so the free clinic won out in the end. Jade had been before — when Casey drug her along and forced her to answer invasive questions, or to get birth control when she was fourteen, but she knew Jessie hadn’t, little miss perfect hadn’t had so much as a cold let alone a trip to the clinic.

“You look nervous.” Jade teased heading into the clinic behind Jessie, who, for the most part was there to be a glorified hand holder. The medical assistant at the front desk inquired about their reason for being there and handed each sister a clipboard with paperwork to fill out attached to it. It had all the basics (age, contact information, allergies) and Jade filled out a phony first name for shits and giggles. “They don’t give a fuck.” She assured with a shrug before putting Casey down as her emergency contact. A girl around their age ran from the examination area in tears and Jade (correctly) guessed she’d just found out she was pregnant. Jade would’ve taken the clap over a baby any day.

“You see this shit?” Jade flipped through a leaflet on STIs complete with illustrations of bumpy dicks and discharge once their paperwork was in. “Are you feeling a burning sensation when you pee, sis?” She snickered, shoving the picture in Jessie’s face. Jade was a sledgehammer with the subtly to match and if it made Jessie uncomfortable it was ten times more entertaining for her. Besides, Jessie was more annoying that she originally thought if one night of sex had her in a panic. “Rodriguez, Jessica.” The nurse came for Jessie first and Jade called her lame for using her real name in a place like this. They came for her shortly after, and she took her seat on the examination table in a tiny room covered in health posters. The doctor tasked with dealing with her was fresh out of med-school and wearing a wedding band—if she was supposed to take this seriously, they’d sent the wrong guy. Jade flirted with him the entire time despite the ring or her being seventeen or the fact that he was about to inspect her genitals.

“Can you tell me when you had sex last?”

“You first,” Jade countered unabashedly. “Last night.” He jotted down her answer.

“Have you ever had unprotected sex?”

“Once or twice.” She lied, eyes lingering over him. “I think i’m allergic to latex, doc.” He restrained himself from laughing and Jade grinned wickedly. If men weren’t interested in her (they were blind), they were still intrigued by the audacity she had. She zoned out by the time he started asking questions about her symptoms, because she was bored. She didn’t have any but he still insisted on going through the entire checklist. Every man except Casey was cuter when they talked less and his droning was proof of that. The doctor took her vitals and based on her answers suggested they test for everything. Her mouth was swabbed twice and she went into the bathroom to fill a cup with her piss—standard practice for STI testing.

Two weeks passed before their results came back and they found themselves back in the waiting area while the rest of Rosewood partied.

“They only had coke.” Jade handed Jessie one of the sodas she’d procured from a vending machine. “They call us yet?” Jessie shook her head no and Jade nodded, popping the cap on her drink and chugging half of it down. “I could probably live with herpes.” She joked. They sat mostly in silence after that but they were so close that their knees were hitting. She wanted to thank Jessie for being there but her pride wouldn’t allow it. Instead she busied herself with sending Casey a lascivious selfie from her arsenal, smirking as he responded by telling her what he planned on doing to her. The nurse called a name she didn’t remember giving them and Jessie nudged her before whispering, “That’s us, remember?” Jade stood up and yanked Jessie along with her. Fate wasn’t playing fair—somehow, someway, when the Rodriguez girls sat down to hear their results, they’d stumbled into an alternate universe where Jade had tested negative and Jessie hadn’t. There were no rules in this dimension; the goody-two shoes didn’t get the clean bill of health, the slut wasn’t taking antibiotics this go-around, and whatever relief Jade drowned in evaporated in a snap.

Jade found the only words she could. “Oh, shit.”

Jessie had an STD and she was to blame—was this what guilt felt like?

ANYTHING ELSE?

1985. <3

#accepted #submission

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citysvein · 4 years

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* // 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 … /𝚃𝙷𝙴_𝙲𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁 : chloe kim also known as zero is wanted for grand larceny . she is a twenty-three year old cis female who has ties to the mastermind because she hacked into his private server ; once at the request of a benefactor and another time for fun . 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 : strawberry flavored bubblegum , the glow of a computer screen in a dark room , tattoos hidden by oversized sweater sleeves , & cyber stalking your exes . 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 : yoo shiah .

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ QUICK STATS !

full name : chloe kim .

nickname(s) : chlo .

age : twenty-three .

codename : zero .

role: the coordinator .

zodiac : gemini sun , gemini moon ( click ! )

sexuality : bisexual .

alignment : chaotic neutral .

pinterest : ( click ! )

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ BACKSTORY ! ( tw : death & car crash )

chloe kim was born in and raised in ann arbor , michigan . there was nothing truly remarkable about her childhood — she was an only child born into a middle class family . her mother was a professor and her father was a physical therapist , and they were very happily married , so she had a stable life . ann arbor was a fittingly normal place to grow up . nothing too out of the ordinary ever seemed to happen .

the only anomaly in chloe’s unremarkable existence , it seemed , was herself . from a young age it was obvious she wasn’t like most kids . she was decidedly smarter , an intelligence that impressed the adults around her . her parents often described her as a highly curious , if not a little naughty , child . it seemed like she was born with the desire to know how the world around her worked , and it wasn’t uncommon to find her tinkering around with her toys or household objects , taking them apart just so she could learn how to put them back together .

she graduated from high school at sixteen , a year early , and was offered a full ride to MIT , which she gladly accepted . moving to cambridge, massachusetts marked the most interesting thing to happen to her yet . she’d long dreamed of excitement , the only thing she had to entertain her back home being her love for computers . chloe was ready for a change , which was exactly what she received .

free from the confines of being that one smart girl in ann arbor , she didn’t feel pressured to conform to the idea of her that had been carefully crafted by the people back home any longer . she didn’t just have to care about school , or be shy about how she unironically loved reality tv , or pretend like pink wasn’t the absolute best color in the whole world . facing comments from nerdy boys about how she was too pretty to be smart or about how she was clearly in the wrong class seemed like a small price to pay if she could finally be herself .

MIT , however , did feel like the wrong place for chloe most of the time . she realized very quickly that while she was gifted and bright , she had no passion or drive to pursue typical careers the way most people in her major did . she also had a knack for using her skills in unconventional ( if not illegal ) ways , like when she started charging a pretty penny to hack boyfriends suspected by their girlfriends of cheating , or hacking into the local police database to browse through people’s criminal records like it was the equivalent of reading gossip magazines .

at the end of her junior year , after voicing her concerns about whether or not university life was for her to her parents in one of her weekly calls back home , they’d made the decision to go surprise chloe . after flying into massachusetts from michigan they’d rented a car and were on their way to drive up to her dorm when they got into a fatal accident . there had been a nasty storm that night , and chloe can still remember how she’d gotten a severe thunderstorm warning alert on her cellphone moments before she got the police call informing her of what happened .

in the blink of an eye her life had gone from average to tragic . she couldn’t process the death of her parents — there was no other driver to blame , nothing faulty about the rental car they’d been driving , only the weather and the slippery roads . chloe would have surely flunked out from MIT had her professors , who mostly harbored soft spots for the girl and were especially sympathetic towards her situation , not given her the few credits she needed to graduate that spring .

armed with an IT degree but not much else , chloe went back to ann arbor for her parent’s funeral and the selling of her childhood home . realizing she had no place to go afterwards , she became a bit of a vagabond , spending the entirety of her 19th year living out of motel rooms in various cities . not in the head space for a full time career , and with her mind still foggy from mourning , she started picking up where she’d left off in college in terms of odd and illegal ways to make money.

when she was 20 she caught the attention of someone she quickly realized was important , a client with a request and a payday like nothing she’d ever seen before . all he wanted chloe to do was hack into someone’s private server , and so she did . she didn’t ask questions but she did snoop around , a small act or curiosity that would forever change her world . what she found was almost incomprehensible , a network of some sort with the most detailed plans and profiles . never having been motivated by any sort of moral compass before , chloe couldn’t explain why she lied to the man who had hired her , claiming she hadn’t been skilled enough to get through .

he’d bought her excuse , another man who couldn’t see past a pretty face to the brain behind it . for months afterwards chloe tried to forget about the things she’d seen and read , that exciting world she’d only discovered by chance , but she just couldn’t let it go . she was inexplicably drawn to whoever was behind it all , proving it when she hacked them a second time around , this time for her own entertainment and satisfaction . she couldn’t explain it — especially not when she left behind a trail this time around , wanting to be caught , wanting so desperately to be contacted .

when chloe is recruited by J , it feels like the first blessing since her parent’s deaths . it wasn’t the money she was interested in , but him , the way he makes people feel special and needed filling a void she’d never let herself admit she had in the first place . she’s loyal to him , and so she’s loyal to the crew , and for the first time in her whole life it feels like she might have found the place she truly belongs .

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ PERSONALITY + TIDBITS !

thats right ... i made her a double gemini baby ! 😈 its just chaos all over as u can imagine ... gotta love a sexy sign aha no im not biased <3 she’s got a pretty good balance of intelligence & curiosity in her , so instead of coming off as a know-it-all she’s more likely to come across as nosy . she just loves to figure stuff out . whether it’s code or people she wants to know how things work .

generally speaking , she’s pretty easy going ! when it comes to her relationships with people she’s not that high maintenance , in fact sometimes it’s easy to mistake her easy going attitude with aloofness or disinterest , which isn’t the case at all . when she does get annoyed though she’s not shy about letting you know how she feels , and she’s got a BIG potty mouth ... it’s like when people have road rage SJDBWJDBJW she’ll curse you out in a short burst of anger then decide she’s over it before you even have time to process what happened .

since she’s been on her own pretty much her whole life ( no siblings , no set group of friends ) it was a bumpy adjustment to go from having no one to being part of a team . she definitely wasn’t upset by it , but chloe can get into trouble sometimes because she’s got a knack for always saying what she’s thinking without filtering herself first , so she’s definitely started some arguments or hurt some feelings on accident </3

loves to joke around and treat things like they’re no big deal , even when they are . this is especially true when it comes to her own abilities . she’ll casually mention hacking into a number of high security facilities and servers and how she bought a new sailor moon hoodie in the same sentence like it’s nothing .

almost always either dressed in pink or black , or a combination of the two . she swears she owns clothes in other colors but those two are definitely her defaults . switches between more casual street-styles and girly attire on a day to day basis . owns many sanrio themed articles of clothing , accessories , and plushies and will accept zero criticism about it !

chews gum a lot , but especially when she’s working on her computer . she claims it helps her focus but who knows for sure maybe she just likes chomping and blowing bubbles ...

she’s a serial dater . chloe finally had to force herself to swear off tinder because she kept doing extensive background searches ( hacking ) on the people she was going on dates with . still cyber stalks her exes but she swears it’s purely an act of public service since they were all insane ( in her opinion , which is never wrong ) and she’s just trying to make sure they haven’t committed any major crimes aha x

not very good at being romantic or emotionally vulnerable SDBWJDBJW truly the thought alone is terrifying enough but when she watches pride and prejudice alone at 2am she cries so your girl has it in her she’s just not there yet <3 physical intimacy she has no issue with it’s just the serious stuff that makes her want to eat glass ... or so she says .

has questionable drinking habits . can she out drink a man twice her ��size ? sure . should she be putting that to the test at 10 am at a chili’s after a night out ? absolutely not but it 100% happened and she would probably do it again because she simply pretends her mistakes never happened in the first place and that’s why she never learns !

absolutely refuses to talk to anyone about her life and what happened to her parents . she still hasn’t fully grieved or processed it , and honestly speaking she’s been using the crew and J as a coping mechanism almost . chloe’s adamant belief in the heists they do and their capabilities as a unit has less to do with the real chances on whether or not they can pull something off and everything to do with the fact that she needs things to work and she needs them to be together . that’s why she’s usually one of the first ones to pep talk people when there are doubts . she can’t risk losing a second family /:

low key addicted to getting tattoos . it started with tiny ones on her fingers and wrists and now she’s thinking about getting a sleeve ... if only she could decide on what to get tattooed #AirSignThings x don’t ask her to make decisions if you want an answer before this decade ends .

strawberry is her favorite fruit and flavor ! if she’s not chewing strawberry gum , she’s drinking strawberry milk .

once started an instagram to review different mozzarella sticks after lorde was outed for running an onion ring reviewing instagram .

won a goldfish at a fair when she was in college , named him stinky , then cried for a week straight after she found him floating dead in his fish bowl the next day ... she hasn’t had a pet since </3

if you ever tell chloe good job she will act cool in the moment but at night when she’s trying to go to bed she will look like this 🥺 never forgets a compliment she loves them even if she pretends she doesn’t need them ...

told myself i’d make this short by not adding a plots section and it’s still a novel truly i hate this life . once again i am asking u to add me on discord glo lovecore ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172 and plot with me 💖 also my intros are always winged so if i start writing as chloe and her personality does a 180 like dua lipa said PLEASE mind ur business that’s why i made her a gemini ok 😭😭😭 pls enjoy this meme chloe has probably sent to ur muse at least once ...

#♡ ╱ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒕 ━━ ooc .#nocte:intro #no words.....#absolutely none .

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homenum-revelio-hq · 4 years

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Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Mary!

You have been accepted for the role of MARLENE MCKINNON with the faceclaim change of Zoe Kravitz! We really enjoyed how you incorporated Marlene’s background with her large family and the farm into her personality, her strengths, and her weaknesses. We are so excited to have you as part of this roleplay!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Mary

AGE: 26

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: The most fortunate thing about the world’s given circumstances right now is that I’m working from home as self-quarantine, which opens up A LOT of time for me. This is my reality for the next month and a half or so, and even if (God-willing) we return back, I’ll still have at least a couple hours every other day to spare for replies and such.

ANYTHING ELSE: Triggers: self-harm, eating disorders, suicide.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Marlene McKinnon

AGE: 24

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Female, She/Her, Bisexual

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

ANY CHANGES: FC change to Zoe Kravitz! Also not sure if she should be younger like 21 to match Lily’s age? If not, I don’t mind keeping her at 24.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Marlene is always the first to volunteer to help. She’s fearless, loyal, and holds so much integrity in doing the right, fair thing for all - even if it’s not exactly her first choice. She might not have the friendliest face, but she’s incredibly compassionate to the lives’ of others. She holds a balance of head and heart, just as any true Ravenclaw would. Speaking of her head, Marlene is one of the most resourceful witches in the Order. She has a great mind to come up with a creative solution, in order to quickly problem solve. She’s also a natural leader. Growing up as one of the older siblings in her family, she had to manage many personalities working together. So she naturally excels in having to facilitate teamwork, which made her an obvious contender as both Quidditch Team Captain and Order of the Phoenix member. Marlene has a deep hero complex - so naturally, she struggles when something goes unexpected. It isn’t like she’s surprised and made to look foolish if she fails. Marlene is smart enough to deduct the possible outcomes within a situation, but her pride gets the best of her. In these moments, she is the perfectionist, competing with herself to always perform at her best. So when she slips, it’s truly personal. Marlene is also quite impatient. Over the years, she’s been able to control herself so she doesn’t come off as hotheaded or anything. However, there are those moments where you might question if Marlene is being sarcastic or if she’s perfected the dry delivery of her inner aggression.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Marlene loved growing up on the McKinnon Farm. Her family was huge - not only did she have five siblings (three brothers and two sisters), but having her vast number of relatives visit the farm on a weekly basis for Sunday dinner was the norm. Everyone was close and dependent to another for companionship, growth, and love. She learned the most from her family - the kind of witch you should be, the definition of success, what love truly meant - and she knew how lucky she was to have this great sense of home to fall back on. Her favorite memories were after dinner on a family holiday, where her siblings, cousins, and herself would run through the meadows and play Marco Polo. Life on the farm always felt so easy. Up until the age of eleven, she had known nothing else, and yet knew that the farm was her own little oasis in the world. As much as she loved Hogwarts, living there only proved her ideology of her childhood home even more so.

OCCUPATION:

Well, if you are to ask Marlene, she will tell you her first job is being part of the Dissendium Task Force. It’s a role she takes very seriously and puts every ounce of passion in. Her hero complex really compliments this position, since she has this sense of duty to save people from the evils of the war and help them find some peace in their given circumstances. However, her job to the public eye is Head Ranch Handler of the McKinnon Farm. Marlene is not the only hired hand on the farm, but she is the one who manages those that work for the McKinnon family business. She oversees herding of the winged horses, supervises financial planning, and continuously looks for new opportunities to expand the business on the farm, such as harvesting or humane breeding of magical creatures. The farm is a beloved part of the McKinnon family name and Marlene takes her job very seriously, feeling the heaviness of this important job on her shoulders.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Her purpose is to be the central point of the Dissendium Task Force. Even though she isn’t the only witch and wizard assigned to this team, she understands that her position and connection to the farm is fundamental to the Task Force, therefore, integral to the Order. With Marlene’s balance between emotion and logic, she understands that technically the actions of the Order are illegal. However, Marlene has a greater sense of justice, the greater good, and understands that in the world there are shades of grey - including this. And she will be honest and say she doesn’t agree with the Order’s decisions half the time. Something she will never admit it is the way she feels about the “inner circle”. Some people would find her thoughts as jealousy, but truly, Marlene feels that this idea of a select group of people making the decisions for a whole organization is equal to the same cause we are trying to fight against. There are few witches and wizards she questions to being in the inner circle in the first place, and wants to challenge if it’s really even fair for someone who has no knowledge of her life to make the decisions for her.

SURVIVAL:

On the outside, Marlene would suggest that she has thrived this long because of her great wit. In passing, she has had to interact with a handful of dark wizards and keep a cool composure, so they weren’t to suspect her involvement and just simply choose to ignore the McKinnon family and their home. But on the inside, the probable main reason she has survived this long has been the family’s assets. Even with being considered “new money”, Marlene is still part of a large, wealthy Pureblood family, with a significant, ever-growing business that effects both sides of the war in some benefit. The farm is just secluded enough in the English countryside that it hasn’t peaked the Death Eaters interest, so living there and continuing to centralize the Task Force refugee efforts has remained to be safe during these times. Whether that has been brought by ignorance or by a bribe, that we currently don’t know - at least not yet.

RELATIONSHIPS:

For Marlene, seeing as she grew up in a family that has given her everything, it’s hard for her to not set these high expectations when it comes to her friends. She would consider her two closest friends at the moment as Remus Lupin and Lily Evans. However, things lately have been tense between her and Lily. Marlene is trying to be the better person and be patient with Lily insisting to save every Muggleborn. However, Marlene knows that even her farm’s resources have their limits - and to save everyone simply because they might be targeted could crash their resources, blow their cover, and create mass hysteria. They have had a couple discussions back and forth on the subject, and anytime Marlene has felt herself about to blow over, she’s chosen to walk away. Marlene isn’t the type of person to do that, but Lily has been one of her closest friends since she can remember. This makes her friendship with Remus only more important when it comes to keeping her head cool. The more she talks to other members of the Order, such as Edgar Bones, the more she has begun to open up. However, there are equal amount of Order members Marlene has still found difficulty in trusting, such as Alice Longbottom or Mary MacDonald.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS:

Wow, difficult. VERY difficult. I’m not sure what ships are currently sailing so I’m truly going blind here. Off the bat, I would say Remus Lupin since there’s already a current connection there and foundation of trust. It would be definitely interesting to see something happen between Lily and Marlene maybe - they might have been good friends for a long time. So now, with Marlene being really disappointed at the way Lily is acting in regards to the Task Force, maybe it’s a deeper issue than just ‘focusing too much on muggleborns’. I could also see some kind of hookup between her and Dorcas. Also, Sirius Black. But that’s purely because I’ve seen the ship before and any chance to love down any version of a Sirius Black, I would be 1000% down for. Fabian Prewett might be a cool option too if the character is really into getting himself into danger. I don’t know, Mary ships all things so this is hard!!! lol

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

She’s DEFINITELY got blood/financial privilege. She’s Pureblood and her family is new money. Some Pureblood families probably wouldn’t thrive in the farm setting, but even as rural as her upbringing was, it wasn’t simple, nor was it common. The farm could get confused with a plantation with how much land there was and how grand the main house is. It was luxurious without being goudy and despite the war around them, they have never experienced a hit in their business. Marlene has definitely lived comfortably, and that’s possibly part of the reason why she’s probably so fearless when jumping into situations - because she’s never felt true hardship on a fundamental level. She basically grew up with the perfect life. As for her biases, I don’t think she would cast out anyone for being a werewolf or Muggleborn or half-breed, but I think she would have a harder time in understanding their extraordinary circumstances. It could be done - but it would just be more difficult, as she would at first try to use logic from her own life - when clearly that wouldn’t work because she has never lived in that person’s shoes.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

Harry Potter role-plays have always been home for me. Since the very beginning of my rp time here on Tumblr. The circumstances going on in the world right now somehow guided me back here, as I was yearning to do something again that I really enjoyed - and as I was searching for a new Harry Potter role-play to apply to, I stumbled onto yours. It had everything I searched for in a good HP RPG, including really warm and patient admins who dealed with all my constant messages! It really got me excited to write up this application and it brought back the magic that I had missed so so much. I’m looking forward to being able to fangirl over relationships I can plot and create for my character, but mostly looking forward to the relationships I might possibly make OOC. I have found family in past HP RPG’s and in the end, that’s what I always yearn for in the end.

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

Well, who would I be if I didn’t recommend at some point to go canon and kill off Marlene and her whole family??? Maybe loosing her family’s farm beforehand?? I mean half of me is like how can I say that my poor bb I haven’t gotten the CHANCE, but also, I love conflict and I feel like that would be such a gut-wrencher. However, OUTSIDE of that, something maybe a little more plausible and in the immediate future, would be a raid of the Potter Estate. It could even get tricky and messy, because Marlene could offer up the McKinnon Farm to use as HQ for the time being and maybe some members are on her side - like Dorcas or Remus - and others are not - like Lily or James - and the creates a rift of tension. Idk?? lol

ANYTHING ELSE? Not really!! I’m ready to go chief if you’ll have me :’)

#harry potter rp #marauders rp #marauders era rp #hp roleplay #hp rpg #homenumaccepted

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porthavenhq · 4 years

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Welcome to Porthaven, Ava! We can’t wait to meet Saskia Wiegand!

Please look over the acceptance checklist and submit your blog within the next 24 hours. If there is a problem or a prior obligation and you need more time than provided, just message the main and we will gladly extend!

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Name: Ava Pronouns: She/Her Age: 21 (22 next month!) Timezone: EST. Activity Level: I love writing and plan to be pretty active, but when work starts up again I may be a bit more inactive, but get to replies ASAP and check in very often. Triggers: I can’t think of any I would use off the top of my head, though if I do, I will tag and follow rules! Anything Else: Ignore the typos and stuff, but hi! I am so excited to be here!

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Name: Saskia Wiegand Age: May 16, 1984 Gender: Female. FC: Ginnifer Goodwin.

Character Biography

The story begins twenty-four years ago in a faraway kingdom. As Queen Seraphina took in her last moments before their daughter entered the world, she often stood before the large window in their castle and basked in the warm sunlight. To her, there was nothing quite like the feeling of fresh air in her lungs and listening to the sweet chirping of the birds flying by. The cherry blossoms were blooming rather early that year in the gardens, and the Queen requested that a festival would be held in honor of the child’s birth.

On the sixteenth of May, Seraphina laid in bed, her husband, King Manyard’s arms scooped around her as they gazed upon the cooing bundle of joy who has already mastered melting hearts around the kingdom. Her skin was pale - almost as white as snow, and her lips stained a cherry red. She had a small bit of hair covering her head, as black as night without a blanket of stars illuminating the sky. They named her Saskia - protector of mankind.

Saskia had a wonderful childhood filled with running about in the forest with her father, and tending to the animals in the palace barn. She spent most mornings in the kitchen with her mother, and learned early on that she had a gift for baking. She attended school and made many friends whom she spent hours playing each afternoon. King Manyard and the Queen took great pride in their daughter and the blossoming sunbeam she was becoming.

A few days after Saskia’s eighth birthday, Seraphina had fallen ill rather quickly. The family was to hold a royal ball to celebrate the crowning of their daughter who was to begin to take her place as the princess in their kingdom. Saskia, desperate to cure her mother, begged and pleaded to cancel the event. She fought the nurses who tried to send her away to play as they tended to the Queen who was in critical condition. Saskia fled to the forest and encountered a fairy who was to give her a potion that was said to cure her mother, however, on one condition. If the Queen was to drink the liquid, her life would be spared at the cost of someone else’s. Saskia, horrified at the thought of ending someone else’s life denied it and rushed back to the castle. She apologized profusely to her mother, confessing what she had done and expressed her regrets for not saving her life. The Queen, weak, forced a smile and combed her fingers through Saskia’s dark hair. She was proud of her daughter for believing in herself and for following her heart. All that Seraphina wanted was for her daughter to be good, and good she was. That night, Queen Seraphina had passed away in the loving care of Saskia and King Manyard. The loss of her mother did not sit easily with Saskia, who instantly had to fulfill a role that she did not feel ready for. Her father, yet in mourning, knew he had to find a wife - more so, a mother for the young princess. As Manyard rode into the forest one day, he met a woman by the name of Mariana. Mariana came from another well-off family, however, was also new to royalty once they married at the castle. Saskia was fond of Mariana at first, however, it was not reciprocated. The young girl also did not like the idea of replacing her mother so quickly, her heart yet not healed. To make matters worse, six months later, King Manyard was killed in battle - or so they say. Saskia was left in the hands of her stepmother who ensured to ruin the child in any way that she could. For many years, Saskia served as the only servant in the palace. She went from riches to rags, and she just did not understand why.

One day, Saskia wandered into the forest and was taken to a small cottage and befriended seven dwarfs who worked at the local gem mine. In order to earn her keep, she cleaned and cooked for them, her baking skills coming in handy for once. However, her peaceful new life did not last long when an old woman came and tricked into selling her a wishing apple. With one bite, all of her dreams could come true. Saskia, wanting to please the elderly woman, did as such and fell into a coma which had others think that she was dead. The woman fled, revealing that she was indeed her stepmother. A healer managed to cure Saskia and bring her back to consciousness, but news of the princess’ survival only infuriated Mariana more. Did she have to send an army after the girl to ensure her death? Mariana decided to take a more direct approach and take matters into her own hands. The fight between she and Saskia was not one that she came out of alive... or so it was believed.

Fast forward, many years later, word had spread throughout the kingdom and villages that a new dark power was coming. It was revealed that Mariana was indeed not dead as everyone had thought. She had spent her years living in secrecy becoming stronger than she had ever been before and making allies out of rival kingdoms. It felt like she had grown to power overnight and what was supposed to be Saskia’s happily-ever-after was shattered. Saskia spent some time on the run before a plan was finally formatted and put into action to keep her safe. With the help of a powerful Mage, Saskia was sent through the Veil into another world where Mariana would not be able to find her. Back in the kingdom, the fight against Mariana would continue. Saskia was told her allies would bring her back once it was safe and Mariana was no longer a threat, but as more time goes by Saskia has begun to worry more and more about the fate of her kingdom and friends.

Now, in Porthaven, Maine, Saskia lives a quaint life and shares a great love for her new city. She spends her spare time reading, baking, and is a very passionate teacher. She tells stories and always brings in baked goods to class. However, she still maintains the secret of where she’s really from and anxiety of her stepmother coming to find her. Will Porthaven give her the protection that she needs, or will her fate have another journey in store?

Headcanons

Aspires to be a great teacher and enjoys working with young children. After her mother had passed away, she promised to always spread kindness and pour love into the hearts of others. She enjoys telling stories and sharing her love for animal life.

Stress-bakes in her own time and is the proud first-prize winner at the annual pie festival each year.

Is fluent in at least three languages - at least.

Is a very good singer, but does not wish to be a professional or in front of a large audience.

Volunteers at the local hospital and animal shelters each week out of the goodness of her heart.

Will often have occasional nightmares involving possible scenarios, visions from her past, or fears that her Stepmother has figured out where she is and how to get here.

Fears abandonment after the tragic loss of her mother and father at a very young age and suffers from anxiety.

While a sweet wildflower, she is a great fighter and will do anything to protect those she loves.

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sunriseskog · 5 years

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That Don’t Sound Like You- Auston Matthews

Request: “Can you write an AM imagine based on that don’t sound like you by lee brice?”

Warnings: angst & cursing

A/N: i vote that we all just ignore the fact that the last time I posted was like 6 months ago uwu i also vote that we ignore the fact that this sucks

There is nothing about dialing a phone that makes it inherently difficult— it’s arguably one of the simplest, most mundane tasks one can complete. But sometimes those buttons become a little harder to push, each dial seems to require a little bit more force, a little bit more resolution behind the action so your fingers can be sure your brain knows what it’s getting itself into. This was one of those phone calls.

It had been almost 10 months since the last time you and Auston had spoken, and neither of you had anticipated ever speaking to one another again, at least not in this lifetime. But it was his birthday. It was also your birthday. Which was precisely what prompted the predicament you currently found yourself in. For as long as you could remember, you and Auston had celebrated your shared birthdays with each other. Through bedtimes and curfews, timezones and years, the two of you had never failed to be the first to wish each other a happy birthday, exactly as the clock struck 12. This time last year all you had had to do was roll over in your bed to be able to partake in the tradition. Today? Things couldn’t be more different.

There had been years when you had begged your mother to phone Ema, just to find out if Auston was home before you rode your bike all the way over to his house. There had been years when you had snuck your phone upstairs well-past your bedtime, just to fall asleep 10 minutes after he picked up the phone. Now every time you picked up your phone you wished you had never memorized his number in the first place. The irony of the situation was anything but lost on you.

For all you knew, Auston could be celebrating the occasion with someone far more qualified to comfort him tonight than you were. He could be high out of his mind or plastered beyond belief. He could be sleeping soundly or watching movies with his family. Or… or he could be thinking about you just as much as you were thinking about him. You didn’t think you wanted to know the answer.

Except, it didn’t seem you were given a choice. Your thumb felt have as you moved to connect the call, but before you had the chance, an all too familiar contact picture consumed your screen, disappearing before your brain had a chance to register that the vibration had even begun. Well, that answered one question at least. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he was thinking about you too.

You still had about 45 seconds until midnight, so there was the possibility that he merely hung up because he had called too early. But there was also a much more realistic possibility that he was overthinking this almost as much as you were, which meant the both of you were going to spend the next 45 seconds in absolute agony over who would have the balls to call first. You could always cut him a break, despite the fact that he had hung up almost immediately, he did still technically call first. You decided that being early just this one year wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and pushed the green button towards the bottom of your screen. You couldn’t help but think that this might be the last time the two of you shared this moment together.

Any semblance of confidence that you had possessed before placing the call was immediately eradicated the moment you heard the line connect. Nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming experience of hearing his voice again.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned, his voice rough and lower than you remembered. The weight behind his question, the hopeful but disbelieving lilt in his tone robbed you of any hope you had of forming a coherent response, your breath having been punched out of your chest as soon as you had heard his voice again. You heard his breath hitch through the receiver as soon as you moved to speak.

“…hey” you breathed lightly, barely loud enough for even your own ears to register.

A few deafeningly silent moments passed before you realized that he wasn’t going to respond any time soon.

“Umm,” you hesitated, unsure of where to lead the conversation, but already feeling desperate not to let it end. “Happy birthday, Auston,” you spoke quietly, moisture gathering around the edge of your mouth as you spoke, a thick sob settling quietly in the back of your throat. Somehow, you managed to keep your voice from wavering, despite the history and emotion weighing heavily on every word that you spoke. You could hear the air rush past the receiver as he inhaled quickly, and the hair on the back of your neck bristled in preparation of hearing his voice again.

“What did he do,” he demanded sharply, the aggression in his tone catching you entirely off guard.

“Excuse me?” You demanded with an offended quirk of your brow, not quite sure whether to take what he was saying personally or not.

“N-no,” he stuttered quickly, “That’s… that’s not what I meant. I just,” he huffed out an ironic laugh, and you could almost see the way you knew he was rolling his eyes at himself, his left hand perched on the brow of his nose in frustration. “This is not how I intended for this to go,” he lamented lamely, “I just meant that like…” he hesitated. Wherever this conversation was going, you could already tell it was going to be a minefield of trying not to offend one another while desperately avoiding anything that would remind the two of you of what had occurred all those months ago. You heard him sigh deeply as he prepared to explain himself.

“I just meant…” he trailed off again, and you were quickly becoming increasingly frustrated with how long it was taking this boy to spit out a single sentence.

“Spit it out, Auston,” you sighed, “You’re not going to offend me, and it’s not like we have a relationship to jeopardize in the first place,” you spoke reservedly, trying to keep your voice as non-abrasive as possible.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” He exclaimed seeming to be ignited by what you had said. “That’s- That not how you fucking talk, (Y/N)! Whatever the fuck you’re saying that’s- that’s not you,” he rambled. “You’re way too fucking quiet and you’re not cussing or screaming at me or going off on me for calling you on your birthday and you’re not talking about what happened and you’re talking to me. today. Right now. You are talking to me. Which means he must have done something,” he finished, having run out of breath from how quickly and loudly he was speaking.

“Auston…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t like he was wrong, the rebound— Luke— that you had met during a drunken tinder binge after you and Auston had split, had quickly turned into a hell of a lot more than you intended, and you had been in such a vulnerable emotional state that by the time you were cognizant enough to realize what was happening around you, it was too late to go back. Somehow what you had intended to be a one-night stand had turned into him staying the night, asking you to make breakfast, and then proceeding to continue to invite himself over until you weren’t even clear as to whether he was your boyfriend or not. After a few misinterpreted social media interactions, everyone else— including Luke— seemed to decide the two of you were dating, without anyone seeming to consider asking you.

“Why are you alone on your birthday?” He demanded, cutting off the half-formed response you had begun to stutter out in response to his previous line of questioning.

“Why are you?” You rebutted, matching his aggressive tone. As far as you were concerned, you were under no obligation to answer his questions, especially if he was going to continue acting like a complete ass when all you had wanted to do was have his voice be the first you heard on your birthday, especially if this was going to be the last time. You couldn’t help but notice that he still hadn’t said it back.

“You know why,” he stated simply, as if somehow you knew exactly what was happening inside of his brain despite the fact that it had been damn near a year since the two of you had spoken.

“Enlighten me,” you quipped sarcastically with a roll of your eyes, wishing for this conversation to end by desperate for him not to stop talking.

“I missed you.” You felt your heart drop inside of your chest. He stated those words so easily, as if it wouldn’t take every ounce of pride that you had managed to preserve over the past few months to reciprocate the statement.

“I answered your question,” he continued. “Now you answer mine.”

“Which one?” You cleared your throat, his confession still ricocheting around your mind, seeming to consume your being entirely.

“Why are you alone on your birthday?”

You took a deep breath before beginning, there was no point in lying, the only options on the table were that eventually he would find out the truth or this would be the final conversation you would have with him, and you didn’t want the last thing you said to him to have been a lie. It wasn’t worth it, you had nothing to lose.

“If I couldn’t talk to you, I didn’t want to talk to anyone,” you stated simply. The two of you knew this was as close to a confession as your pride would let you get, regardless of the circumstances.

“Wh-what about Luke?” He questioned hesitantly, the hopeful lilt from the first time he spoke returning at last.

“Especially not Luke,” you asserted, resisted the urge to groan at the mere mention of the omnipresent nuisance in your life. “That… that wasn’t what everyone thought it was, and whatever it actually was is over now… not that it matters.”

“oh…” he spoke quietly, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“…yeah,” you winced, visibly cringing at how the conversation had become so painfully awkward so quickly.

“That wasn’t my only question,” he began quickly, his voice seeming to allude to the fact that he wasn’t expecting an answer.

“I know.”

“Maybe,” he started apprehensively. “Maybe you could answer it over coffee sometime?” He inquired hopefully. You could practically feel him holding his breath. You choked on the breath you had been exhaling, your shoulders stiffening on their own accord.

“You- you don’t have to you know…” he trailed off. “You don’t have to answer the question, or even meet me for that matter. Just… just if you want to y’know.”

“Hows tomorrow sound?” You cut him off, mercifully putting an end to whatever else he was going to nervously ramble on about until you gave an answer. The breath of relief he let out sounded more like a laugh, and words couldn’t express how good it felt to be smiling with him again. There was every possibility that this was the first genuine smile you had let out since the last time the two of you had spoken.

“I couldn’t think of a better time if I tried,” he smirked, his cockiness exuding through the speaker despite the vulnerability of the previous moment.

“I’ll see you then,” you quipped, a similar confidence seeping into your tone.

As you moved to hang up, you heard him begin to speak again.

“(Y/N)?” He rushed quickly.

“Yeah?” You questioned, confused.

“Happy Birthday.”

A/N: it has been so so very long since i’ve posted so please let me know what you think!!! & thanks for sticking around through my semi-hiatus lmao

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #nhl imagine #Toronto Maple Leafs #imagine #angst #angst imagine #hockey imagine

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bloodline-rpg · 4 years

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Congratulations, Bigby! We have accepted your application for your OC, Tyler Orville (FC Dane Dehaan) Please create a new blog (not a sideblog) for your character and send us the link via ask box as soon as you can. Along with your link, please let us know what lyric you’d like for us to use for Tyler in his bio if you do not wish to use the one on the skeleton. Welcome to Bloodline!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name/Alias: Bigby

Age: Twenty-Six (twenty-seven as of jan 26, 2020!).

Preferred pronouns: they/them

Timezone: est

Level of activity (don’t give your activity a number value, please describe how active you will be as best as possible): I work full-time midnight shifts from 11:30pm - 7:30 am. I am gone from the house from 10:30 pm until 8:30 am. I do not get online in my “mornings” but after work I’m usually on for a couple hours before bed. This is/would be my only rp group so I can devote my free time and attention to it outside of regular adult responsibilities. That being said, I do have regular access to tumblr IM and discord while away for plotting and keeping in touch/up to date.

CHARACTER DETAILS

(The Resurrected skeleton).

Character’s Name: Tyler Orville

Desired FC: Dane Dehaan

Character’s Age: Twenty-Seven

Character’s Species: Immortal Witch

Character’s Sexuality: Bisexual

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY

Tyler lived a fractured childhood. Fragmented moments glimpsed of a possibility, at something forever out of reach. He was born sick. Sick in an ever changing way, as if the unnamed disease that ravaged his body was more than such, as if the very illness were alive. He was their first child born following two miscarriages, two elder siblings he’d never know and he couldn’t help but think bitterly that whatever awful thing nested within his being had been the root cause of their deaths.

Francine Calhoun, his mother came from a long, long line of original witches; the kind of old blood that prided themselves on their lineage so much so that inbreeding had been commonplace in generation’s past. Her courtship and subsequent marriage the kind of witch that barely qualified as a witch. The kind of witch, that if it were a mere man and nothing more; would only go to church on Easter and Christmas and call themselves a devout Christian. In fact, Teddy Orville hadn’t been much of a witch for the last several years; a decade even, outside of the odd potion infused tea to help during the university crunch before exams anyway.

Much of Tyler’s life was spent in hospitals. Moved from one doctor’s appointment to the next; a seemingly endless stream of doctors approaching his case with first fresh faced enthusiasm and big dreams of curing the incurable before frustration, disappointment, shame…no tests they ran produced conclusive results. Were they absolutely certain it was not environmental? Were they certain it wasn’t all just in his head? What a wicked thing to ask a boy of barely nine years, far too small and too many sharp edges, sunken eyes and blood stained lips.

His parents refused to give up.

Isolated from their magical foundations (your child’s illness, your child’s pain and suffering, your damned spawn’s death is what you deserve for allowing your body, your womb, to be tainted with such a lesser man’s seed) Francine struggled to cope, struggled to combat the evil plaguing her son’s body with her magical abilities coupled with modern medicine. For the time being, Tyler was alive even if that was touch and go; would it not be kinder to let him pass? To let him go?

He drifted from palliative care back to intensive, back to long term; his education was sporadic at best. Not once did he set foot in an actual school and he longed for a life outside these walls; to be like the children he watched on television or read about in his books. He longed for some greater being to come and purge him of this wicked illness in his breast and though his parents struggled to provide him with a life; he wasn’t living, was barely surviving the day: rinse and repeat.

His life changed when he received a clunky laptop at thirteen, it allowed him an unheard of outlet to the world in forums, in chat rooms, through games. He could be anybody. Anyone but himself. And maybe in the beginning he fell in love with that anonymity. He was no longer the sad little sick boy, he could be a regular boy doing regular boy things like going to school, playing sports, and hanging out with his friends. Friends. He began to make those too. That was new. He’d never had friends that weren’t the nursing staff in the unit he stayed at or the PSWs that came to his home when he was enjoying one of his rare “good” streaks (they never lasted).

There were other children in the pediatric wards of course, but they were never the long term kind of patients. Not like him. There were the odd handful that stayed for a couple months, and some even a couple years but…their endings were not happy ones.

Technology improved with time, not just with his laptop but with medicine. With such improvements came new hope. And new disappointment. Funny that, he thought he’d long been accustomed to the bitter taste. As he got older, his good streaks became less and time spent within the gently titled comfort of his own home became sparse until it became nonexistent. By this point in time, the knowledge of witches had become common; and some younger, braver, perhaps even brasher doctors went against the norm to seek help out in these communities but came up empty handed.

His parents were drowning in debt, in sorrow and their exhaustion showed. Tyler almost wished they hated him. Wished they’d move on. Try again with another baby, a healthy baby. Do it right this time, since he was nothing but wrong.

He’s so young. The staff whispered, pity, sorrow heavy; had been whispering since he was in the single digits. Tyler would be forever young despite being closer to thirty than twenty. His activity in his group chat dropped to an all time low, his oldest friends feared the worst.

And he discovered something unheard of.

It was the kind of discovery one could only stumble upon in the places on the internet that no one should go. Where only those with wicked intent did linger. Immortality. It seemed too good to be true, some old wives tale; some fantasy story straight out of the games he played with his friends (less and less so these days).

Only it was real.

And it was obtainable.

A cure.

I’m a real boy.

Talking about being forever young had never rung so true, the doctor’s were baffled. His family was torn between horror and gratitude. He stood in the hospital garden, barefoot with dirt between his toes (and the odd cigarette butt or two but that’s less romantic) and simply basked in the sun. It was as close to a religious experience as he’d ever experienced, and he’d spent a lot of time praying to an uncaring God over the years. Begging. Pleading. Cursing.

He sent a letter written in a terribly untidy scrawl to Carden Manor requesting the chance to relocate. To discover the culture he’d never had the chance to experience, of witches and wolves and perhaps others like him. After all, it was the only community of their people he could name and maybe he was still on the tail-end of euphoria that had him wanting to throw himself into the deep end so to speak.

Maybe there was something darker there, something darker that festered close to pain towards his parents. Resentment. Anger. They claimed to have exhausted all means but what of this? “It’s something born of the darkest of magic Tyler please…” had it been a line they were unwilling to cross? Had they known about it all along but their morals had them unable to act? This was an old magic, this wonderful beautiful thing that had been a boon to his ravaged body. This thing that had given him a new lease on life, was to him far more a blessing than any kind of curse. Already accustomed to the taste of (his own) blood on his tongue, the need to consume such a thing to survive was such that he didn’t even bat an eye.

Anger. It simmered, boiled toward all consuming and dark. Terribly, terribly dark. A want for violence, to let his hands hook into claws and act out such emotions; revenge? He wasn’t sure. Though, Tyler was absolutely sure of one thing: he wanted away from them.

Moving to the manor was the second best thing to ever happen to him and he’s all too eager to dive into a life he never thought he’d get the chance to have.

To live.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

It’s almost painfully obvious that Tyler’s social skills are lacking. Limited socialization during his formative years has left its mark. The bulk of his ability to interact with his peers is stilted and awkward, he can come off as blunt, flat, and even cruel. Withdrawn as though secretive (and he is hiding something, hiding who and what he used to be before his immortality) he comes off as standoffish and every bit some kind of “edgy loner kid” persona. Though he is most comfortable when alone or in front of a keyboard, residing at the manor demands that he evolve past this. As does his new lease on life. He’s trying.

Incredibly self-motivated, Tyler is almost too eager to learn more of the supernatural world to which he’s been removed from for so long. His own magical talent, lacking largely in part due to a lack of proper training. His parents, understandably, had been much too focused on his ailing health. He has a truly impressive repertoire for potions and enchantments; the kinds of witch’s work one can learn from a tome but has very little hands on experience. His frustration for his…otherness that still remains is palpable. As though he hasn’t really changed. And due to such a state, he tends to lash out at his peers which does little to earn him any friends.

He’s used to not having friends, even if he finds himself frustrated with his inability to adapt in this regard. It’s a lot more difficult than he anticipated to reshape himself into somebody, a new and improved version of Tyler Orville.

Some parts of his original self remains, a quiet thoughtfulness, an impossible patience at odds with his frustration, and an optimism he tries to keep buried deep down for fear of coming off over eager and annoying.

PLOTS AND POLITICS

Presently, Tyler stands fairly neutral on the in game political spectrum due largely in part to his inexperience. His outsider status borders on some sort of isolation; which in a way, speaks the truth. He was woefully isolated from his people and hardly had it in him to follow the news much outside of the big events. Like the world discovery their kind in 2016, he saw that; read about it. His friends in the group chat talked about it. A lot. He and his best friend, Alex, fretted in a private chat about the repercussions of such a thing.

He’s not too overly keen on the servitude aspect of other species, finds it rather barbaric if he’s being honest but is well aware of the delicate line he walks here. Outsider. He’s the son of a marrying of a strong bloodline into a weak one, he never once met his Mother’s family and knows nothing of their history. Of their possible feuds. His Father’s family could never hope to hold a torch to such greatness. Tyler straddles the line between a somebody and a nobody.

In this, he could potentially be shaped into a supported of any party with the right guidance. He has power given his immortal status and his bloodline is strong, if watered down some with his Father’s genetics. He could prove to be a promising ally to any party should they wish to court him so.

As far as plots go, I want to explore him well, exploring life in person instead of looking on from the outside in. I want him to interact with his peers from wildly different walks of life and learn more about the world. The world, his world that had been so very small has suddenly exploded into something so grand.

I also have a potential wanted connection for him to offer, in the form of his best friend Alex (who can be played male, female, or non-binary) who is also a supernatural (species up to the potential other mun) and they met playing an unnamed fantasy mmorpg. Alex brought Tyler into their group of friends and they’ve been Tyler’s main friend group ever since. Tyler has gone radio silent before, but this is something new altogether. It’s like he’s dropped off the face of the Earth and Alex fears the worst. What exactly brings Alex to the manor would be 100% up to the other mun but a reunion would absolutely be required and their future interactions and relationship is anyone’s guess!

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clevercatchphrase · 5 years

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Just some numbers and figures~

So! I finished my fan fiction, You Monster, this week, and it took me exactly 3 and a half years to write/edit/publish. This post at the time of writing, however, is being written a few days before the final chapter goes up, just examining some numbers and trends around the wordcount and posting rate of my fan fic, because i’m obsessed with numbers and such, and i’m just trying to chew up time and keep myself occupied before the last chapter goes public. There’s literally no point to this post other than to marvel at how long this story is and how long it took me to get it out there, and reflect on what happened to me in The Real World during that time. Care to join me?

In Microsoft Word, this entire story is 609 pages and 209,235 words. The word count is slightly higher on AO3 (which I consider the definitive draft), partly because AO3 counts formatting tags as words for some reason, and because if I make little adjustments to the story, I’ll do it on AO3, but not on the original word file (or corresponding tumblr post for that matter) because I can’t be bothered to.

According to AO3, I started this fic on January 3rd, 2016, smack dab in the middle of my winter break in my last year of college. I probably started writing it a few days before, maybe in december. I’m not really sure, but I’m kinda surprised I started it so early in the year, especially since I was writing by the seat of my pants for the first 14 chapters or so.

The following pictures highlight what days/months chapters were posted, according to AO3 (I personally think there might be a discrepancy or two due to timezones)

Chapter-wise, the first third of this story (Chapters 1 through 12) was written and posted in 2 months, and TWO THIRDS of the entire story (Chapters 1 through 25 (rounding up)) were written in the first YEAR.

Wordcount-wise, HALF the story (roughly 100k words) was written in one year.

There was a dramatic drop in productivity at the middle/end of 2016 due to Real World Stress, mostly me graduating & getting a job, the presidential elections, and learning a family member was starting to have kidney failure.

God, 2017 was a bad year for me, productivity-wise. In early June I lost said family member due to their kidney failure, and was completely unmotivated to work on You Monster for the rest of the year. I remember forcing myself to write for NaNoWriMo that year, and it helped snap me out of my funk, but I didn’t like how the writing came out and kept pushing off revising and editing the drafts for several weeks. I also remember getting really sick on christmas eve/day with a terrible flu, which made me unable to post the next chapter until January.

I actually felt a lot better mentally and emotionally in 2018. I WOULD have written more in early 2018, but that was also when the Hiveswap Comic Contest started, and lasted for 3 straight months with me doing nothing more than drawing comics for 12 consecutive weeks. Then, after that was over, I started thinking/planning more seriously about writing ANOTHER story, which later became Ghost Switch, and I offically started that halfway through 2018. I originally thought about making Ghost Switch a written work, but it was basically going to be another re-telling of Undertale, which was what I was doing with You Monster anyway, and I didn’t want to write all of that out again, so I decided to make it a comic instead. It was a great decision for me art-wise, because now I’m improving my art skills through weekly comic pages, but it was also a terrible decision art-wise because now I GOTTA KEEP DRAWING POSES AND BACKGROUNDS AND DRAWING PEOPLE IS HARD.

Back to the point- I forced myself to write this fic again for NaNoWriMo that year, and was terribly upset that I still didn’t finish. But this time, I forced myself to revise and edit my writing until it became something I could tolerate, and posted the next chapter in January (again, but this time because my writing needed far more revisions than last year’s nano draft)

Getting back into revising and editing DID seriously help me get back in the groove of Wanting To Write, but it was a little trickier now that I was also drawing a comic, and it was hard to manage my time between the two, because when I write, I do it for great stretches at a time. I mean, like, 4 or 5 hours straight of writing. Same goes for comic making, too. sketching the pages can take me two hours, and cleaning/inking/coloring them can take me anywhere from 4 to 6 hours.

Hm. If I included the other fics I wrote during this time, I get the feeling these calendars would look a lot more active and colorful. Maybe i’ll do that for myself later, so I can see how much I posted in 3 years.

This year, I was absolutely determined to finish this story, even if it killed me. I was still struggling to manage my time between writing and art, mostly dedicating a few weeks to make a buffer of comic pages so I could have a couple of weeks dedicated to writing. It was time consuming, and I felt bad when I worked on one but not the other, but I finally got my breakthrough in May, when I had to take multiple trips to an automotive shop for several different car repairs. Instead of just leaving my car there and going home, I brought my writing spirals with me and just wrote and wrote and didn’t stop writing while I waited in their loby. I finally finished the rough drafts of my story after being stuck for 4 hours in a Pepboys, and spent two more full days typing it out. Then, I rested for a week, and spent 3 more revising and editing the remaining bits. I was hoping to get the whole thing done and posted before July ended, but that did not end up being the case. For me, when we finally get to August, we have entered “the end of the year”. Ah, well. Even though I didn’t get the story completely posted before August, I can still take pride in knowing I finished it before the year was half way over~!

NOW FOR SOME NUMBERS!

I personally divide this story into 5 arcs, Ruins, Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, and New Home And Beyond (Which is basically anything that can happen after you unlock the true lab in-game)

Ruins

The Ruins arc I consider everything in chapters 1 thorugh 12. It is simultainiously the longest arc (chapter-wise, with 12 chapters which as mentioned earlier, is 1/3rd of the story) and also the shortest arc, only taking up 24k words (Which is an 8th of the entire story, or roughly 12.5%).It was also the quickest writen arc, as it was primarily prologue/first act material. Pretty much all of it was written in that first January. It’s 80 pages long, or 13% of all pages

Snowdin

The snowdin arc (chapters 13 to 22) is just under 25% of the entire story, coming in at 49 thousand words (on the nose!) It is the second longest arc in both word count and in number of Chapters (10, to be exact~) It took me roughly 4.5 months to write this arc. We also spend the most physical in-story time in Snowdin. Almost 3 full days, which is half of the story’s timeline (not counting the 7-8 years in the Ruins. That was all set-up) It’s 172 pages long, or 28% of all pages.

Waterfall

The Waterfall arc (Chapters 23 to 28) is the longest arc wordcount-wise, making up another 25% of the story, coming in at 53.6 thousand words, and dead center when it comes to the number of chapters it makes up (which is 6). Looking at this now, litterally half this story takes place in Snowdin and Waterfall. Roughly one full day is spent in waterfall, from noon of the first day, to roughly late morning of the second. This arc took me 11 months to write/post, and if you read the notes for these corrisponding chapters, you can tell I was not having a good time during it. It’s 178 pages long, or 29% of all pages.

Hotland

The Hotland arc, (chapters 29 to 32) Is the shortest arc chapter-wise, with only 4 (10% of all chapters), and second shortest arc wordcount-wise, coming in at 36 thousand words, or about 18% of the story. It’s also the shortest in-story arc time-wise, seeing as you only spend about half a day here. I did not like writing the hotland arc! Mostly in part because Hotland is my least favorite region in the game. Chapter 32 is probably my least favorite out of all of what I’ve written. It was difficult figuring out what to do with Alphys and Mettaton, seeing as their interactions with you in game heavily focus on you and your human-ness. I am quite glad that each chapter was pretty neatly divided by in-game floors. It was a good way to know where a chapter could end and when I could give the characters some breathing room. It took me over a year to complete the Hotland arc, and most of that time was because I didn’t want to revise and edit what I wrote. It’s 123 pages long, or 20% of all pages.

New Home and Beyond

I don’t consider the True Lab part of Hotland because of in-game story reasons. You can’t access it until you’ve gone to New Home at least once, and once you enter it, you cant leave until you finish it, which, again, takes you to new home. Honestly, once you get to the true lab, you’ve won the game. There is no way to ruin your pacifist playthrough once you get to the lab, and while the amalgamates may kill you, you can’t “lose” once you get this far. That’s why I consider Chapter 33 the start of the New Home arc even though in my story we haven’t seen new home yet (mostly because there are no saves or resets in this story, so we kinda couldn’t have gone there first).

The New Home arc is the second shortest chapter-wise, making up the last 5 chapters (13% of all of them), and is dead-center when it comes to word count, finishing with 46.5 thousand words, or roughly the last 25%. I was actually really excited to write everything from chapter 34 to 36 after having been fantisizing about it in my head for the last two years. I gotta be honest, the end of chapter 37 gave me some trouble. I was still making edits up to a few days before it went public, but I think I got the feelings I wanted across~ It’s 161 pages long, or 26% of all pages.

Extra???

I started keeping a word file for bits of dialogue and scenes that I originally wrote in my spiral, but ultimately cut for one reason or another. Mostly these are just sentences and snippets that sounded redundant, ooc, or were just an alternate dialouge I decided not to use. I didn’t start doing this until chapter 28, according to my files, but according to the masterfile, there were 6.4 thousand words I ended up not using.

There are, in fact, several bullet points I had originally planned and ended up not using, such as Sans ASKING Undyne to keep an eye on the kid while they were in waterfall, which sounded hypocritical after I wrote him coming to peace with them, as well as having Asgore tuoring the Underground that week, and thus Sans, Papyrus, Undyne and Alphys having to hide Frisk from him once they become friends. (the painkillers Alphys also gave frisk were actually supposed to induce drowsiness in Frisk, making them fall asleep so Alphys could keep them from going to New Home, but this was a point I dropped at the absolute last minute, and you can tell if you re-read chapter 29, because it’s hinted at, but the painkillers are never mentioned again. I figured that plot point was a little too dark for Alphys’ character)

Fun Fact: the zalgo text in Chapter 27 DOES actually have dialouge in it, if you know what to look for. Only one person has asked about it, but no one has yet to decifer it.

AT A GLANCE:

ARC LENGTHS (CHAPTER WISE) SHORTEST TO LONGEST

Hotland (4 Chapters)

New Home and Beyond (5 Chapters)

Waterfall (6 Chapters)

Snowdin (10 Chapters)

Ruins (12 Chapters)

ARC LENGTHS (WORDCOUNT WISE) SHORTEST TO LONGEST

Ruins (24k)

Hotland (36k)

New Home and Beyond (46.5k)

Snowdin (48k)

Waterfall (53.6k)

ARC LENGTHS (PAGE COUNT) SHORTEST TO LONGEST

(Same order as above)

TIME TAKEN TO WRITE/PUBLISH, SHORTEST TO LONGEST

Ruins (1 month)

Snowdin (4.5 months)

New Home and Beyond (~6 months)

Waterfall (11 months)

Hotland (>1 Year)

Other Numbers For Some Reason

Chapters 1 through 19 make up the 1st 50k words (this when Frisk falls into the underground, up to Sans attacking them in the kitchen) 19 chapters

Chapters 20 through 26 make up the 2nd 50k words (when Frisk decides to seek asgore’s help, to when Undyne cuts the bridge) 7 chapters

Chapters 27 through 31 make up the 3rd 50k words (when Frisk dislocates their shoulder to Flowey killing the messenger spider) 5 chapters

Chapters 32 through 37 make up the 4th 50k words (When Mettaton decides to change the programming, to Frisk’s final choice) 6 chapters

Only 5 chapters exceed 10k words, they are chapters 22, 27, 28, 33 and 36

Here’s a visual representation of all the chapters and their word counts in relation to one another. I was so startled by the spikes of chapter 22 and 28 that I had to go back and skim the chapters to remind myself what went down in them and why they were so long. Chapter 22 is papyrus trying to keep the human in snowdin while sans runs some errands, and then the human discovering the skelebro’s deceit. Chapter 28 is the human realizing Undyne tried to murder them, and then escaping from waterfall. I distinctly remembering saying I could have split chapter 28, but I was so tired of writing waterfall that I refused to do so because I just wanted it to end already.

I find it absolutely hilarious how consistant my word count was until chapter 20 (chapter 15 is an outliar), and then everything went off the rails.

Here’s a graph of the total word count, shown to you NaNoWriMo style~ (I spent way too long in excel making both of these charts, please validate me)

The climb definitely looks a lot less drastic here, as it is always building on itself, but if you look closely, you can see one or two inflection points, roughly around chapter 20 and 28.

FINAL THOUGHTS

I’m so glad to finally be done with this story. It’s certainly deviated from what I originally planned, but I think all the changes are for the better. Now I can think about writing other things, like the PTA!AU shorts I’ve been meaning to do. It was fun and it was challenging, and this is literally the longest thing I’ve ever written in my life. Will I ever make a story this long again? Maybe?? If I ever encounter another game with as much character and worldbuilding as Undertale that also just hits me in the feels the same way, I might, but for now I’m going to focus on other projects (most of them still undertale related, but shut up)

Got any questions, comments, concerns for my fic? I’m so glad it’s done, now, and I’d be happy to talk about my thoughts behind it~

#Undertale #Fan Fic #My Writing #Long Post #you monster #I still dont have internet so I'm gonna push this up in the queue

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diveronarpg · 5 years

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Congratulations, VICTORIA! You’ve been accepted for the role of KATHERINE with an FC change to Magdalena Frackowiak. Admin Minnie: We've been waiting a long time for someone to turn Verona's best shot into a living, breathing being on our dash. Our Katarina is a force to be reckoned with, and not to be underestimated. It would be easy to capture her as a femme fatale, but you captured her layered depths, her spirit and her ferocity. Reading your application was like a breath of fresh air for all that Katarina could be and, with you in our ranks again, undoubtedly will be. We're excited to have you back with us again, and so excited to see Katarina take shape in your hands! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Victoria

Age | 23

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | On a scale of one to ten, maybe six? Higher on the weekends, but I work until six Monday through Friday and after that, I’ll be able to get a few replies done per day. I’m always around on Discord for plotting, though.

Timezone | EST

How did you find the rp? | I was friends with Rosey during DV’s first introduction in the rpc, didn’t get to apply, and kind of fell off from Tumblr for a LONG while before going back and forth between town rps and indie. Once I circled back around and found DV again, I’d applied for Santino Gallo with the fc change of Stephen James. However, I stepped away when I realised I wasn’t in the right headspace to invest so much time into a place like DiVerona, and now I’m back feeling a lot better and more confident about my writing.

Current/Past RP Accounts | here, here, and here

IN CHARACTER

Character | Katherine, Katarina Du Pont with a faceclaim change to Magdalena Frackowiak

What drew you to this character? | Admittedly, the process of how I chose Katherine was very much like playing a game of roulette. After making sure the cast list was filtered to all open roles, I blindly scrolled and clicked, ready to read whatever biography I clicked on. That was Caesar’s. And, though I did immediately feel for the man that had created and lost an empire, I had to read at least one more biography to be sure of my decision to pick one. The next time, it was Katherine. Katherine woke me up. Katarina Du Pont reminds me so much of what could be the hellspawn of two of my own original characters that I immediately knew yes– I could write her. I could get into her head, learn her, feel her so I could write her. Katherine feels real to me. She’s alive when I think of her, when I write about her. And that’s what led me here, to send in an application to write her.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

FOOL ME ONCE, FOOL ME TWICE, AND THEN A THIRD – A RECAP

They jeered at her. Back at the police station, from behind closed doors, with their backs turned and some had the gall to do speak ill to her face. Thrice now, she had been caught off guard and bested.

There was nothing fair in a war, after all, and just the same, Marcello’s fist had come flying out of nowhere the night that Cosimo had been shot. As luck would have it, it was but a third blow that had struck her to the ground. In retrospect, it was sheer and utter irony. Katarina was a detective with the police force and yet she had been caught off guard, flaw in her so-called constant vigilance found imperfect. Three punches, three blows and two had been to her head then she had fallen to the ground. She’d hardly put up a fight. It was a blow to her ego as much it had injured her physically– but she promised herself that she would get back at the bastard.

Next, it was the night at the Teatro Nuovo that Katarina found herself bested twice more. The witches had been hanged and Lillian’s assistant had immediately moved to help, but trying to preserve the crime scene as a cop, and protect the woman with the knowledge that Paola was dear and important to her best friend while chaos erupted in the theatre had her too spread out, focusing on three things at once.

Threes. Why would everything continue to occur in threes?

That she had been decked hard enough by Paola that the woman had slipped past her had been insult enough to her pride. Of course, it was forgivable in an instant, but that it would soon be twice in one night that Katarina could not forgive. A shake of her head and moment to catch her breath amidst the commotion was what she deemed more than enough.

But the night was not over yet, and while she sought her comrades, dodged and pushed against foe, a gunshot rang out over the din of the fray– and Katarina found herself face to face with Odessa Vernon. Once upon a time, she had been friends with her brother. Years and years ago, Lawrence might have been won to righteousness. But that was the past. And at present, Katarina had thought she would be a foe to fight past quickly enough to make sure those that were hers were safe. Yet, it was but another miscalculation on her part, having not expected the girl’s desperation to get past her. Stumbling to catch her breath and wipe at her bloody lip, she saw that it was her own sister that had succeeded– and that blow was worse than the injuries she had sustained, and Odessa had fled with.

JUSTICE SERVED - Three times she was bested in a fight. What good of a cop was she if she did not manage her duty? The virtuousness of her words, and righteousness of her gun beside her badge meant nothing if she could not survive the fight. Revenge was a fickle thing in her mind– but was it revenge, she pondered, or was it justice? She would bring justice to the man who had assaulted her in the alley as the Castelvecchio Bridge broke. Katarina would forgive as what was right when someone who was innocent and neutral only wished to do right. Yet, for the last transgression, the one who stuck out in her mind the most, Katarina wants justice in the form of a rematch. Another opportunity at Odessa. And, while her sister isn’t apparently entirely useless in a fight, the elder sister would prove once and for all somehow in some way that she was of the most value. With the task to protect Cosimo’s princessa, she knew there was no room for error. The princessa was doing good for others, and that goodness would not be ruined by the like of the Montagues.

A TRIFECTA - Three was a mystical, lucky number. A group of three made for the strongest formation, made for a strong formation for a building, and it would take three notable mistakes for Katarina to learn that her tongue and gun were nothing without a third skill in the trifecta. A triple threat was what they called it, and it was what she would be in this war. Her looks were hardly a weapon after all, and they especially were not one that she could count on. So, she would train. Katarina would learn better how to fight, would train to find that balance in warfare and learn to use it to her best advantage. The Du Pont girl was the best goddamn shot in Verona, with a tongue tempered to destroy at an even more devastating level. She would do best to complete the trio by honing her skill in hand to hand combat by training at Measure by Measure. Three skills like these put together would be perfect, and with that in mind she has pushed harder and more viciously than before to be as indomitable as she believed herself to be.

WHAT COULD BE BETTER? - But, what if she couldn’t? The seed of doubt had begun to fester as unwillingly as an ant an unwilling victim to a shoe, or child with a magnifying glass. And, oh, it burned in her mind. Try as Katarina might to quell her unbidden fear and dismiss it, the thought had come to mind and there it would stay, unforgotten and at the forefront of her thoughts when she lay sleepless in her bed. What, then? What else was there for her? What else could the woman with a bladed tongue do? The answer was clear before her one late night, and immediately she found herself leaping from her bed. Katarina was justice, righteousness rolled into a body that fought and felt viscerally to do all she believed needed to be done. Becoming a cop was no mistake, but perhaps just a moment on her path. It has been a month since she had begun to look more into the possibility, and the blonde has yet to confess to anyone that her current vocation might not be the best to suit her. Her pride in serving justice needed to advance somehow, and this just might be the way to do it.

SISTER DEAREST - An injured bunny might be able to hop to safety. But it should take care to not be caught, especially by a Kat. Increasingly and ever more still, the love for one’s kin has begun to truly leave her. Romulus and Remus. Cain and Abel. It has become unavoidable, the truth that neither could truly live their life in Verona to the fullest while the other remained. Brigette seemed more useless now to the Capulet cause now more than ever, and if given the order to extinguish a liability to Cosimo and his successor… Would she be able to carry out her duty? Justice would always be due when there were those who betrayed their loyalties, and righteousness would always win. Katarina herself did not cut corners, did not excuse herself above reproach. So, why should her simpering little sister be treated any better? For as long as she could remember, the younger Du Pont had been a thorn in her side, an unwanted connection and reminder that she would never be who her family wanted. But, that was the point of it all, Katerina would tell herself. The Du Ponts did not want a wolf. But, she was who they needed. Not a bleating sheep.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | No one likes a dirty cop, and they seldom survive when it comes to war, run aground by responsibilities to the Capulets and the badge and inevitably caught in the crosshairs. If the opportunity arises where it makes no sense for Katherine to survive– kill her.

IN DEPTH

Please choose between the interview or the para sample (or both, if you like!)

In-Character Interview: The following questions must be answered in-character, and in para form (quotations, actions written out if applicable, etc). There is no minimum or maximum limit for your response - simply answer as you would if you were playing the character.

What is your favorite place in Verona? | “The Cathedral.” The answer tumbled from her lips without so much a pause. The house of God worked twofold as the heart of Capulet business, and it was there where order and integrity flowed. Humans were flawed, were they not? Justice was not synonymous with peace, nor righteousness with divinity. But, God gave comfort and hope to the people, and it was only fitting that behind it all, the Capulets did God’s work to serve and keep warm their Verona. Just like the Medicis did once for Florence, the Capulets did so for Verona. “There is a certain sense of… Order to the place that is a comfort, a place where I can clear my mind and take a moment both at the beginning and end of the day to find peace.” Katarina’s words were lilted with the tone of a woman who had calculated every move she had and would make, steady and without an ounce of indecisiveness while her voice kept to a smoky yet calm sound, sliding pleasurably from her tongue. No one ever doubted the blonde’s conviction in her words, and why would they? She wasn’t a liar. The elder Du Pont loved order and rules, and by god, the way she lived her life was a direct example. It was after she gave answer she finally graced the other with a smile. “The Cathedral, it is beautiful, it it not?”

What does your typical day look like? | Her brow had arched somewhat, but the stoicness of her other features had yet not moved an inch. “My typical day?” Katarina had almost laughed. Almost. There was nothing ever typical in her day, in her life. There was no such thing as monotony in the lifestyle of a Capulet cop such as she. Sitting up straighter, the blonde’s arms fold one over the other, the small twitch at the corner of her mouth barely giving the possibility of a half-smile before it disappeared again as she spoke. “I wake up at four, turn on my kettle and make a sort of ‘tea’ for myself, consisting of lemon, apple cider vinegar, a few drops of liquid cayenne, and ground cinnamon and ginger. After a half hour of easy yoga, I make a protein shake before I work out with weights.” She seemed… Bored? Amused? The details of her life had never been asked about, and in her line of profession, the less people knew the better. But, perhaps, just this once, she would give details of her life. Her arm came out then, turning on the elbow to cross almost diagonally ahead of her, patting at the table gently per each of the next two steps in her routine. “I then get ready for work, and travel to The Cathedral before I make my way to the precinct. From there, the day to day differs. But, every night it is the same. The Cathedral, tea, and a bath before bed.” Katarina blinked once then, pausing from the monotonous way she delivered the broad strokes of the painting of her life. “The life of a cop can be very boring, I do promise you.”

What has been your biggest mistake thus far? | Her chin tilted downwards now, regarding them carefully with her crystalline gaze. In truth, her biggest mistake in her life had been wishing and wanting for a younger sister. What Katarina had wanted was a playmate, a comrade in arms that would be by her side. Yet with but a small age gap between them, the Du Pont girls could be no more different than oil and water. They did not get along– no, and they never would. “My biggest mistake in my life was not asking for a third sibling. Third time’s a charm, isn’t it?” It was a joke, mostly, a half-smile finally coming to fruition. It was no secret that she and darling Bunny did not get along. If Katarina could avoid her entirely, she would. And on a day to day basis, her little sister never came to mind– almost entirely forgotten with distaste until someone thrust that bitterness back to her mouth at the sound of her sister’s name. Or worse yet, the sight or sound of the younger woman herself. But it seemed almost sinister, with the way her head was tilted before Katarina brought her chin up with a haughty glance, words cutting and sure. “I don’t believe in mistakes. I believe that things happen for a reason, action and reaction, whatever path had been necessary to get there and to the destination are a part of life. What a mistake is, is a lesson to be learned from, and an opportunity to grow. Agree, or disagree?”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you? | This is the first time during the interview that she had furrowed her brows, head tilting to the side as she contemplated her answer. What was the most difficult task asked of her? Straightening once more, Katarina Du Pont had intertwined her lithe fingers together, seeming to toy with a few answers before one tumbled eloquently from her lips. “I do not recall ever having a difficult task asked of me.” As she spoke, a challenging glint came to her eyes, as if she were next to explain any or every task given to her and explain her case. Breezily, she continued: “Or rather, I can not say, retrospectively, that any task could be called difficult enough to stand out as the most difficult. My profession requires me to do what I must for the good of the people and for the sake of the law.” Who’s law? The Capulets? Verona’s? She wore a badge, toted a gun and around and yet– And, yet, she wore a cross ‘round her neck, spending time in the place of God that without question belonged to the Capulets. It did occur to her once that her vocation made her loyalty questionable. But, Katarina had never been one to lie. She could never be bothered to twist sly, pretty words like her sister. Brigette gave someone what they wanted to hear. And the elder of the two gave the incontestable truth. No matter how much or who it hurt. Facts would always be better than some addle-brained fiction after all. “ Does holding my tongue from time to time count as a difficult task? I assure you, even that does not happen often.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues? | “If it were not the Capulets and Montagues, it would be another family,” Katarina shrugged, sitting back in her seat as she drummed her fingers once on the tabletop before continuing to speak. “We,” Was Katarina speaking for the police force or the Capulets? Who could know? “Protect the innocent and give justice for those wronged.” The blonde spoke with conviction, believing every word that fell from her lips without giving the other any reason to doubt her belief. She did what was right. The woman lived her life based on facts, evidence. There was no room in her mind for daydreams or pretending that the world around her was not a warzone. No, the blonde lived in the present, moving forward towards the future and whatever it might bring. “Living is war itself, is it not? We war within ourselves, push against the odds. I do not wish to see the uninvolved, the innocent people of Verona to be harmed. This place is my home– and what else am I to do than continue to live?”

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CONGRATULATIONS, LINDSEY! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Arthur Weasley. I’m so happy to have an Arthur again so soon. He’s extremely important for some upcoming plots, and you do him such justice. I loved the way you write his relationship with Molly, and I can’t wait to see Arthur on the dash.

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name: lindsey

age: 24

preferred pronouns: she/her

timezone: cst

activity: to be honest, i’m not completely sure. i graduated from college (LITERALLY!) yesterday. lol so i can say that i will probably be extremely active as i have a ridiculous amount of time on my hands all of the sudden

how do you feel about your character dying?: i’m fine with it as long as i’m not getting the boot! although i would absolutely love to see molly’s return/discover that she’s actually dead before that point

anything else?: my graduation trip starts tomorrow and i will be gone until the 14th, but emily referred me here and i wanted to apply for arthur before he got snatched up! i can be around on mobile in the evenings until i return, and am happy to. i hope this doesn’t hinder my acceptance at all, but of course i completely understand if it does. if you need to, you can wait to make the decision until the 14th. thank you for understanding either way!

ic details.

full name: Arthur William Weasley

He admired his father from afar, struggling his whole life to feel heard and valued when his tongue always seemed to feel thick and twisted in his mouth. Their relationship was never perfect, but when Arthur had his first son, it seemed natural to pass down the name that was also his.

date of birth: 6 February, 1952

It had been snowing the day Arthur was born. He knew this because in the haste to get his wife to the hospital, William Weasley left their house without shoes on his feet. “Almost lost a toe, I did.” It was a story he grew up hearing, met in later life with eye rolls and sighs of irritation. It wasn’t until he experienced his pregnant wife going into labor in the middle of the night himself that he empathized with the panic he knew all too well.

former hogwarts house: Gryffindor.

Until he met Molly Prewett, Arthur would tell you it never completely made sense to him - why he was sorted into Gryffindor. He couldn’t get words out under the slightest amount of pressure, why would anyone think he could Roar with the Lions? Perhaps it was a sort of Grandfather Clause. He did, in fact, come from an exceedingly long line of Gryffindors. Did the Sorting Hat take pity on him and place him where his parents could finally feel some pride in their only son? Maybe. But then the day came that he tried to voice this fact and the response he got was instant. She came through a crowd like a bolt of lightning (shoving a few innocent bystanders to get to him) and looked up into his face with a look of angered determination. She told him he didn’t have to be loud to be brave. He pointed out the truth that she was quite noisy, herself. To this, Molly Prewett broke out in a grin that (though maybe a tad dramatic) Arthur would swear changed the course of his life indefinitely, and called him funny. And bold. Bold to call her, the argumentative eleven year old than she was, noisy. “See,” she’d said. “A Gryffindor.”

sexuality: straight, but with a jealous admiration for his sex.

gender/pronouns: cisgendered male, he/him

face claim change: no change! Sam Claflin is a lil peach.

more.

how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Arthur is a quiet man with many thoughts, but few words. His intellect says nothing of his verbiage and though he doesn’t say much, his eyes tell all. There is a slight wonder that had he not been cursed with an abnormal tongue, he might not have had such telling looks. It is just that, however, a mere curiosity for he has no lasting desire to change who he is. Despite his earlier insecurities, he has come to accept himself for all his faults.

The true Gryffindor in Arthur Weasley came to light when he became a father in a world ravaged by war. He wanted to fight for his children, the woman he loves - the family that never questions his worth but sees him as wholly better than he could ever see himself. Everything clicked into place the first time he found himself face-to-face with someone who knew him from their days in school, someone who knew the jibes that would hurt him, and that he had a wife and children back home. He couldn’t place them behind the mask, but they knew his youngest son’s name. “Charlie, was it?” And something in Arthur snapped. He hadn’t realized just how protective he was of the things he considered precious until that moment, but it made perfect sense. What good is a father if he’s not willing to kill or be killed for his loved ones?

Part of the consuming love Arthur has for his family comes from the love he never really had for himself. In his youth, he didn’t care about it. He never focused on self-loathing, but neither did he see any good within himself. That is, as it always is, until Molly came blazing into his life, cementing her position to his left side. When he discovered that she reciprocated his love for her, he admired her all the more. How could she? But she was the smartest person he had ever met, so he wouldn’t dare question it - lest she realize she could do so much better than little old him.

The worry is consuming. He spends his entire day thinking. The gears in his brain churn faster than they ever have, taking his soul and ripping it to pieces. Is Molly still alive? Is she being tortured? Is she at peace, wherever she is? Did she realize how grand her life could be a simply fly the coop that disastrous day? He knows that last one is a bit off the rails, but when his mind is going, Arthur is lost to stop it. Bill might be off safely tucked inside Hogwarts Castle but the rest of his children are with him in Godric’s Hollow. At ten-years-old, Charlie, his most adventurous spawn, gets restless and likes to run off at odd times, causing Arthur’s heart to skip furtive beats. He’s never that far off, usually closely examining stray animals that want nothing to do with him, but Arthur fears one day he’ll be just beyond his reach in the midst of a tragedy (not unlike his mother was). Percy, who is six, is wise beyond his years and stays close to his father as if he can sense the anxiety distance brings. It is young Percy’s help that keeps Arthur from losing his mind over his rambunctious twins, who are barely four and already rebellious. His youngest song, Ron, who has entered the Terrible Twos, clings to Arthur whenever he is awake, making it rather difficult to give his six-month-old (and only daughter) the proper attention she needs. The worry never stops, the change in his daytime routine doing nothing to change that. The only time the young but aging father feels an ounce of serenity is when all the kids are asleep.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise?

In her absence, he sees her. Like a ghost, she hovers beside him in his loneliest moments. Molly, the greatest love of his life, reduced to a figment of his imagination. When he longs for her uplifting presence the most, she appears. The first few times, she didn’t say anything. She simply left him stunned, staring at her like he really had seen a ghost. These little visits left him haunted for days. He couldn’t sleep but neither could he bring himself to leave the bed they once shared. His mother stayed with the kids, taking care of them in both their parents’ absences. He thought it meant that she must be dead, but a bigger part of him refused to believe that. This wasn’t her genuine ghost. They had been so connected for years. He knew how she was feeling before he even entered the house after work night after night for years. Surely if she was really and truly dead, he would feel it in his soul. Then he’d managed to ask her what to do aloud, and suddenly she replied. He peered up from the deep pit of sheets their bed had become and took in the insufficient image of his missing wife. “Get up,” she had said, and though it didn’t sound exactly like her, he knew what she wanted. Even as a sad duplicate of the real thing, she wouldn’t let him neglect her children - their children.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why?

With Molly missing, how is Arthur managing taking care of his children and continuing to be a part of the Order? Does he feel like he should remain a part of the Order?

These questions go hand-in-hand, so I grouped my answer to one longer explanation; I hope that’s okay!

Arthur gathered up his children, said goodbye to his quickly aging parents, and moved to Godric’s Hollow. Lupin had a point. They’d be hiding in plain sight because no one in their right mind would expect them to go where so much darkness remained. Dumbledore promised there would be Hogwarts-level protection on the village to ward off any more disaster. It felt like the smartest thing to do. The draw to continue fighting is there, but he has to think of his kids first. Their safety comes far before his own and the more his soul tells him to fight, the more he considers doing the hardest thing and sending them somewhere far away where they wouldn’t have to be a part of any of it. Time isn’t healing her absence, it is making it harder for Arthur to keep himself together. If he fights, will he finally find her? Will he uncover the truth, that maybe (God willing) she’s alive somewhere? And if she is, what torture could she possibly be enduring? Perhaps it’s better to hope that she’s dead, but the selfish side of Arthur knows what a fighter his wife is - and how lost he might be without her permanently. He remains a part of the Order in the hopes that he will be the first to hear of her whereabouts, determined not to give up just yet. He stays so that the concern and the kids don’t consume him completely. It’s not out of duty anymore. It has nothing to do with wanting a better life for his children. He needs to be the first to know when they finally reveal his biggest fear - that Molly Weasley is dead.

extra.

An extension of the Worry weakness;

Arthur tucks Percy into his sheets and lays a kiss to his sons head, says goodnight to Charlie who doodles in a journal in his adjourning bed across the room. As he leaves the room, he shuts off the light and pulls the door until it is almost closed. Through the crack in the door, he can see the dim yellow light of Charlie’s flashlight. He smiles because he can see his son in his minds’ eye, light tucked beneath his chin, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on drawing whatever strange animal he’s dreamed of the night before. In the next room, Arthur has to tell Fred and George to lay down and go to sleep, as he catches them playing in the dark. Fred leans over the top bunk, his small head upside down as he tries to grab the stuffed animal his brother, who is still laying on his back on the bottom bunk, has in his outstretched arm. Ron, in the lowered crib on the other side of the room, stirs restlessly. Arthur tucks the twins in tight, thinking he might invest in restraints - a joke that would’ve made Molly laugh boisterously, had she been there to hear it. He crosses the room to Ron and pulls the blanket up over his shoulders, tucking his stuffed rabbit into his small arms. His hand lingers on the warmth of his sons forehead - does he have a fever? If he does, they all will by in the morning and then Arthur will be dealing with six sick children for the next week. If Molly were there, they’d take it in stages, letting the other rest in the interim. It’s nearly impossible to deal with that many sick kids at one time, each needing something at different times through the day and night until they are back to normal. Arthur heaves a sigh and wanders out of the room, hoping the warmth came from a deep sleep and not an impending epidemic. He goes into his own bedroom at the end of the hall where a crib is pushed against the end of his bed - they couldn’t afford a four bedroom house, especially not with Arthur working half the time he used to.

He plops down on the corner of the bed, sleep pulling at his brain, begging his eyelids to close and he hears it. From inside the crib comes the slightest gurgling noise. He peels his eyes open and leans sideways to look over the bars. His small daughter is awake inside her bed, quite content with chewing on her wet fist. Her small feet kick at the air, her eyes blinking up at the mobile above her. It has little twinkling stars with reflective mirrors and colorful ribbons hanging from it. Arthur feels his throat tighten at the sight of her. The slight hair on her head curls like her mothers, her big, almond-shaped eyes are Molly’s precise color. She’s beautiful. Arthur heaves a deep, exhausted sigh and lays back on his bed, legs bent at the knees with his feet still on the floor. For the briefest of moments, he hadn’t been worried. He said goodnight to all of his children and reveled in the quiet. But the thought of Molly brings on a whole new wash of agony and he closes his eyes, pressing the heels of his hands into them. He would fall asleep just like that, sleeping deeply until the twins awoke him in the early hours of the morning already full of energy and ready to take on the day. But for a moment before sleep and a minute after waking up, he’d stop worry and simply lived.

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