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I’d love to go one day in The Boys subreddit without having to report people for trying to play the “Homelander didn’t rape Becca” game. 😭😭😭

#ooc #rape mention tw

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#fc: gabriel #fc: sawyer

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#fc: gabriel #fc: sawyer

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Sawyer + arms

#fc: sawyer #fc: gabriel

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For reference: "Realistic Modern" -- cosmicchasers -- Contains muses from Code Black, LOST, 911, Lone Star "Fantasy Leaning" -- startellers -- Contains muses from Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Cabal Brothers Canon, Reign, Stardust "Crime Show" -- starsoughtduties -- Contains muses from Almost Human, Bones, Criminal Minds, Intelligence, The Mentalist, Psych; I may re-add my JAG and Mission: Impossible muses, and I may add muses from The Rookie. "Non DC Superheroes" -- fallenstarsurvivors -- Contains muses from The Boys, MCU, The Umbrella Academy

And then this blog will end up being for all my fandomless OCs.

If you want a sneak peek at how things are set up, I have a Star Trek multi at astralanthropologists and a DC multi at worldsfinestknights; both are public and launched.

Remember when I said I was gonna divide this into smaller multis? That is absolutely still happening. But until it does for real. New muses will be guests here, and y’all can have fun with them. 😂😂😂

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Remember when I said I was gonna divide this into smaller multis? That is absolutely still happening. But until it does for real. New muses will be guests here, and y’all can have fun with them. 😂😂😂

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I've decided Gabriel is a briefs man, purely because his job is very physically demanding, so he needs everything to stay in place.

#hc: gabriel

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Okay, but who’s gonna interact with my Intelligence crew?

Gabriel Vaughn – Former Delta Force, tri-sport athlete, 3.8 GPA. Southern pain in the ass. Has a microchip in his brain that gives him access to the entire information grid.

Riley Neal – Former Secret Service. Hired bodyguard to protect the chip. Quickly differentiates between the piece of technology and the man who holds it in his head.

Chris Jameson – Field agent. Nerd. Lovable. He’s one of the few people on the Clockwork team for Cyber Command, and he’s Lillian Strand’s right hand man.

Lillian Strand – Director of Cyber Command. Mother to a bunch of children who drive her wild (by that, I refer to the Clockwork team). Ruthless, cunning, and willing to do what it takes. Knows the intelligence business better than almost anyone.

Nelson Cassidy – Tech guy. Even bigger nerd than Jameson. Hacker. Programmer. Basically does anything and everything that Gabriel can’t necessarily do with the chip while he’s also being in the field.

Shenandoah Cassidy – Neuroscientist. Genius. Created the chip that’s in Gabriel’s head and maintains it. Makes sure everything goes okay. Definitely the Dad Friend and thinks of the Clockwork team as his, even if only one of them actually is.

Amelia Hayes – CIA. Sounder. Goes deep undercover and completely embodies her cover. Married to Gabriel Vaughn. Disappears after apparently having betrayed her country.

#reblogging this to go with my last post #ooc

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My Intelligence muses are all very loud right now because the hyperfixation decided on this again, so hmu for some shenanigans with those idiots if you’d like!

#ooc #plotting call #starter call

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He hated being called James. Hated it. It made him feel like that scared little boy, hiding under the bed. It was a name for a softer version of him, one who thought that things could get better. James was not a name for survival.

But the thing was...Kate made him want to do more than survive. She made him want to live again. So, even though Ben was trying to get under his skin, he just raised an eyebrow.

"Classic love triangles like to make things black and white, Benny-Boy. The real world's a lot more gray. Besides, love triangles treat the girl like some prize or something to be won, and I've spent enough time on this Island to know that Freckles ain't ever gonna do anything that she don't want to do. Whatever her choice is, it's her choice. Really don't have anything to do with me."

Besides, he wasn't built for happily ever afters, anyways. Letting people close was a mistake. And he was not going to let Ben keep using Kate against him.

     "𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄," Ben deadpans, voice quick as he continues on into the jungle. He doesn’t miss a beat. If there’s one thing to be said for alcoholic fathers, it is that their sons develop the perfect poker face. “That would be silly, wouldn't it? It was merely a statement. Of course, if you were, you’re a better man than Jack takes you for. You like to read, don’t you, James? Tell me, in the classic love triangle, which type of guy gets the girl in the end?”

#lovepurposed #v: canon #i don't think i have creative verses for older muses #sorry for no icons; i'm at work

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Just an update on my chaotic schedule:

For my Queer Lit class, I am now in a position where I only have 2 more books to read, 2 more response papers (for each book), and the larger paper for the last book. My plan is to read the books and write the response papers during my Spring Break (March 3-10), as I have taken March 4-6 off of work to exclusively work on school work. For my final paper, I will be reading an additional two novels (Dracula and Jane Eyre) and doing academic research for my paper. The final paper (the larger one) is due in its entirety on April 23rd.

For my Writing Project class, I am attending a writing event this weekend (Feb 24 & 25), and I am hoping to have a completed draft of my paper for this class by March 3rd. This means that I will spend most of March and April editing the paper, which is due April 22nd.

I'm also still working full time; I'm currently also dealing with the fact that my roommate is in a neck brace and has a concussion, so I'm doing everything at home.

We're struggling right now, so I have absolutely zero bandwidth for roleplay.

#psa #ooc

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Apologies in advance to anyone who wants to do things with me. I won't really be free until May-June.

In between now and the end of April, I need to:

Read 4 novels for my queer lit class. Do 3 response papers on 3/4 of those novels (3-5 pages). Do a larger paper for the remainder of those novels. Do a whole presentation on that novel. Write a 15 page research paper for a different class. Come up with a curriculum to go with this research. Register for Fall 2024 and Winter 2025 classes. Keep on top of my job duties. Edit a novella. Write my own novel.

And then in May, I have a wedding that I'm in the bridal party for, and I have a visit to NYC planned. So. I'm just a little bit booked.

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Deep in my Buffyverse brainrot. I'm rewatching and am almost done with Season 1. Like this and specify a muse for a starter. I think I currently only have Buffy, Angel, and Willow on the muse list, but. I'm willing to test-write pretty much anyone.

#ooc #starter call

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Really feeling my special vampire with a soul lately, so. HMU for plotting or toss memes at me.

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Trick or Treat Day 2: Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

Why is it always a swamp? Angel thought to himself as he was getting tossed out of the van.

Yes, he could have gotten himself out of the situation with brute strength, but he couldn't risk them uncovering him into sunlight. So, he instead was stuck with these idiots, and they were trying to toss their victim into a swamp.

He couldn't believe he'd let humans get the drop on him like that. And now he was going to have to deal with swamp smell in his hair for a week.

He supposed that now that he knew it was night, he could freak them out. But he really didn't want to deal with more bullets and potentially causing them to get the crocs or gators--he never could remember which ones were in this area--riled up and on their case.

He really didn't want to have to fight with the crocs or gators, either. So, he stayed still and silent, and he let them toss him out. He was able to pull himself out of the swamp water before anything came up to eat him, and he stumbled back towards civilization. He wasn't expecting the bright headlights, though.

#open starter #rpcdev

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If I just followed you and you thought I already was following you, I was clearing out the people on my follow list and didn't realize it wouldn't mutual check you if you're following my sideblog(s). Sorry.

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Waiting outside her majesty's room, Buck was trying not to bounce on his feet. He kept flexing one hand over the pommel of his sword, and he hated every second of this. Once she was crowned Queen Margherita the First, she would never be able to be Margot to him again.

He watched as one of the other guards--Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz--walked by on patrol, and Eddie shot him a knowing look. Buck sighed and shrugged.

What am I supposed to do?

Eddie tilted his head and pursed his lips, a silent apology and acknowledgement of Buck's predicament.

When the door to Margot's room opened, Buck took a breath and tried not to let his own anxieties show on his face. He knew that Margot must be nervous enough, about to be made Queen.

But then she was looking at him with those wide eyes, and his first instinct was to reassure her, because of course she could do this, but then she said that she didn't want to do this. And that was different.

"What do you want to do?" he asked her.

Because whatever she wanted, he would follow. He was her personal guard, after all. And she was his best friend, the woman that he loved. He could barely remember life before her, and he didn't ever want to know life without her.

"What are we doing?" he continued.

who: @compendiumofconstellations fantasy lounge prompt // Coronation day is here; is your muse challenging the supposed heir for their rightful place on the throne, is their throne being challenged by the emergence of a ‘new’ heir, or are they walking away from the throne entirely?

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☆      she'd spent all morning under the watchful gazes of her ladies in waiting, and while she knew it was because they were getting her ready for her coronation, she couldn't help but think it was because they knew she wanted to run. With both of her fathers killed in the last war, Margot had been given the throne far too young. In the end, it resulted in her advisors taking charge of the throne while they waited for her to be old enough. At the time, it had been a far off fate, but now she was moments away from her being queen.

if someone told her that she'd be on the verge of running the day of her coronation a couple of years ago, she'd have accused them of treason. However, over the last couple of years, things had changed. Margot wasn't allowed to be so friendly with the guards. She wasn't allowed the luxury of love and instead had a line of suitors that she was being asked to choose from. Margot hated every single one of them.

hate was a strong word, and maybe she didn't hate them so much for who they were, but for who they weren't. Sir Evan Buckley had been in her life since she was a child. His father had been one of her father's most trusted guard members, and because her fathers had ruled with an open palm instead of an iron fist, they had been all but attached to one another. They took classes together from private tutors, sparred together in their free time, and were allowed to spend their free time in the gardens and courtyards together, though they spent more time exploring the castle.

it wasn't her fault that she was stupid enough to fall in love with him.

' a moment please, ' she murmured, sending the ladies out of the room as soon as she was finished dressing.

she waited but a moment for the room to clear out, before she opened the door to her room, knowing exactly who was assigned to it. Because it had been no surprise to anyone that Sir Evan 'Buck' Buckley had been assigned to her personal guard.

' it's clear, ' she murmured, stepping further into the room so that Buck could follow, Margot looked at him with wide, honest eyes. ' I can't do this. I don't want to do this. '

#wintershieldedheart #v: tbd